Nancy stumbles into the room
From Torg Adventure
Your heart skips a beat as Nancy hops into the room on one bare foot, her head down as she removes a shoe from one foot. The other heel is in her other hand.
"Okay, I'm here," she says, the newly removed shoe clutched in her hand as she straightens up. "I- what the fuck?" One of her shoes drops from her hand, hitting the floor with a solid thunk.
Nancy's face turns pale, or at least as pale as it can get when she's had two daiquiris. A look of shock and disbelief spreads over her face.
The momentary hope that Nancy was here to join in the fun was dashed by her words, actions, and appearance. You realize that this must look bad, what with you and Gwen naked, and your dick hilt deep in her pussy.
"Uh, Nancy," you manage to stammer. "What are you doing here?"
"Gwen asked me to come up," Nancy says weakly. "She wanted me to play with you two." The other shoe drops from her hand, just as loudly. Then she seems to compose herself. "What the fuck are you doing to my sister, Max?"
Gwen finally speaks. "We're making babies, Nancy." She holds the doll aloft for emphasis. "Do you want one too?"
Nancy loses her newfound composure. "What?" A confused expression comes over her face. She looks around for a moment, then kneels down to pick up one of her shoes. She straightens up, then drops the shoe, for dramatic emphasis.
"Max and I are making babies," Gwen repeats, slower this time. "He can make one in you too, if you'd like."
"You're too young to have a baby, Gwen," Nancy protests. Like everyone in her family, her first thought is about Gwen being the baby of the family.
"I'm eighteen, and only one year younger than you," Gwen counters. "And you were saying after dinner how much you wanted a baby." She looks back at you, where you are still impaling her pussy. You've been too paralyzed with... something to have the clarity of thought that maybe you should take your penis out of her.
"Not with Max!" Nancy looks at you, then tries to avoid looking at how your and Gwen's bodies are obscenely joined. She finally has to turn her entire body so she doesn't have to look at the two of you.
"Why not Max?" Gwen counters. "He's here, right now. I know he's willing to have sex with you. And he's a wonderful guy."
"But he's my cousin!" Nancy retorts. "And your cousin, too," she says loudly, turning back to look at Gwen. Meaning she has to see your two joined bodies again. Blushing, she turns away.
"Nancy, could you shut the door, please?" Gwen asks, her voice innocent again.
Nancy glances at the door. "Oh, right. Sorry." She takes a few steps over, closes the door, then goes back to where she was standing. You see a look of puzzlement come over what you can see of her face. "Where were we again?" Nancy was actually pretty smart, but you wouldn't know it from moments like this. She didn't handle stressful situations well, and the daiquiris likely weren't helping either.
"You were saying that Max was your cousin, and my cousin, too," Gwen prompts.
"Yeah, that!" Nancy says earnestly. "I can't have a baby with him, and you shouldn't either."
"Well, I'm going to," Gwen says stubbornly. "And one of Max's own sisters is going to, as well."
Nancy's face turns a little towards the two of you in shock. Then she looks back at her fallen shoes, clearly contemplating going back over there to pick up one and then drop one again. Apparently that would have been overkill in her mind though.
Nancy again fights for some composure. "Well, we can't help what Lisa does with Max-"
"It's not Lisa," Gwen interrupts.
Nancy again looks shocked, turning more towards the two of you, even if she can see your two bodies better now. "Really? I always thought that if one of us girls ever had sex with Max, it would be Lisa." Her tone changes slightly. It's like she's discussing some juicy bit of gossip now, instead of a twisted family secret.
"No, not Lisa," Gwen repeats. "At least, not yet."
"Then who?" Nancy is clearly curious.
"Sam." Gwen clearly enjoys being the one to share all of this knowledge with her sister, and also appears to like her reactions as Nancy gasps. "And she's gotten a head start on the both of us. There's a good chance her baby will come first."
"It's not a race," Nancy says weakly, echoing the sentiments expressed to her earlier that evening.
"Sure it's not," Gwen says, the tone of her voice saying that she didn't believe Nancy any more than Nancy seemed to believe herself. "I mean, Sam probably wanted to get pregnant much more than you do, and it won't matter if she's the first one of our generation to have a baby in the family."
Nancy turns to face Gwen fully now, apparently having built up a tolerance to the x-rated scene in front of her. "No one in this family wants a baby as much as I do. And to have one after Sam? She doesn't even date."
"Or you could be the one to have her baby after you baby sister does," Gwen continues, chipping away at Nancy's defenses. "You'll be an aunt long before you'll be a mother."
Nancy gestures at you with her hand. "It doesn't have to be Max, though. I'll bet I know any number of boys my age who would love to come over here right now and impregnate poor little virgin Nancy."
"I know how much you want a baby, sissy," Gwen says insidiously. "Bad enough where you would have already have done it if you thought any of those boys could be good fathers. Or even good genetic stock."
"I want to give my baby the best chance I can," Nancy admits. "But there's got to be better options then him out there."
"But Max is right here, right now, and quite a catch." Gwen argues, looking back at you. "He could be fucking you in a half a minute, if you wanted, and you could be potentially pregnant ten, maybe twenty minutes after that."
"And it's not like it will just be me and Sam getting knocked up," Gwen insists. "Like you said, Lisa will be an easy target, and peer pressure should win over Amy. You'll be the only one *not* getting fucked my Max, and not carrying one of his babies. You'll be the last in this family to become a mother." Gwen then regards Nancy more closely. "Maybe you won't ever get pregnant. You're all little miss social when you're with the family, but I'll bet that you're much shyer with other people than you're letting on."
Nancy blushes as most of Gwen's words score home. "Other people... especially men... are so intimidating. I... I don't always know how to be myself around them."
"You're not that way around Max," Gwen says helpfully.
"That's different," Nancy snaps. "He's a guy I geew up with for most of the my life. He's the only guy I can really feel conformable with."
"Well then, get real comfortable with him and make a baby!" Gwen urges passionately.
"I can't get comfortable with the two of you having sex in front of me!" Nancy says, staring at the two of you again, still blushing.
"Fine," Gwen sighs. "Max, take it out." You start pulling your penis out of Gwen.
Nancy gasps and covers her mouth with her hand. "I don't want to see Max's penis!"
"Put it back in then," Gwen instructs you. You slide it back into her.
"Don't do that either!" Nancy insists, turning redder.
"well, make up your mind, Nancy," Gwen tells her sister. "In or out?"
Nancy pauses, thinking for a moment. "I guess seeing Max's cock is less bad than watching him have sex with my sister."
You pull out of Gwen, completely this time. Gwen sits up, then dangles her slim legs over the edge of her bed, legs crossed at the knee.
Nancy can't help but stare at your cock, Maybe because she's wondering how that fit into Gwen, or maybe it's her first view of a cock in real life. Then she shakes her head, as if coming out of a daze.
"Wait, where were we again?" Easily distracted, apparently especially where sex was concerned, she's lost her place in the conversation again.
"You were going to let Max put a baby into your belly," Gwen says confidently.
"I was?" Nancy actually has to search her memories for a second. "No, I'm pretty sure I would remember agreeing to that. I think we ended on something about Max being an okay guy, if he weren't my cousin."
"Why does it matter he's your cousin?" Gwen asks, just a little frustrated. She seemed to think convincing Nancy would be easier than this. "He's my cousin too. And he's Sam's brother. We're both getting babies from him."
You can't help but notice how Nancy's attention gets drawn to the word "baby", which a bird to a shiny object. Gwen clearly notices it, too.
"Mom and Aunty will have their babies soon, and then Sam and I will have ours. But not until we're nice and pregnant for a while. Walking around with a glow, just like they are now. I'd even let you rub my belly, like you rub mom's. Then Sam and I, and maybe Lisa and Amy, will have our babies, and get together and talk about how cute and pink they are. And then we can pass them around, so that everyone gets the chance to feed every other woman's baby." Gwen then looks sad. "Except you, of course. You won't be pregnant. You won't have a baby. You won't have any milk to share with the other babies." Gwen stops to think. "Well, you might. You're probably thinking of going out and getting some guy... any guy... to impregnate you, just so you can be a part of this."
Nancy's face had been becoming more and more rapt while listening to Gwen's description of pregnant life, then sadder as Gwen spelled out her fate.
"I mean, sure, you'd have a baby. Probably a cute one. But they'd be different from the other babies. All of the other babies would have the same daddy, and be part of the same family. Max's." Gwen looks over at you adoringly. "That's why it has to be Max's baby that's made inside of you, and not some other guy's."
Nancy's lip actually trembles a little. You hope that it's because she imagining a future without a patented Max-Made baby.
"...maybe if we used a turkey baster, and Max masturbated into it, and then we... no?" Nancy's face falls as she sees disgusted look on Gwen's face. You try to keep a power face on yours. Nancy actually seems to be caving on the idea of having your baby, even if it were through unusual means.
"For one thing, ewwww..." Gwen says, shuddering. "For a second thing, that would make holiday dinners even more disturbing." Gwen gets an impish grin on her face. "Although I'll bet Max's creamy mayo goes real good on turkey."
Nancy didn't seem to appreciate the mental picture that provided as much as Gwen did, staring at Gwen strangely. You were find with the image yourself, as long as you focused on your sisters eating turkey with your special sauce.
"So, no turkey basters," Gwen says firmly, crossing her arms over her chest. "No artificial insemination at all."
"So if," Nancy begins. "And that's a big if. Really big, as in it's not going to happen. But *if* Max and are were going to have a baby, I'd have to actually let him do it the... normal way?"
Gwen nods. "In the missionary position, for the sole purpose of procreation." She tilts her head to the side. "Well, procreation, and really big orgasms."
"Sex is just the means to get the baby," Nancy says. "Now, here's an entirely hypothetical situation... I drink like three or four more daiquiris, then go back to my room, where it's really dark, and lie on the bed naked. And maybe some guy comes in in the dark and accidentally comes in me while I'm passed out."
You and Gwen share an awkward glance. Gwen circles a finger around her ear, making the cuckoo sign.
"No, Nancy," Gwen says, even more firmly this time. "No more drinks. No dark rooms. No passed out cousins. Just you and Max right here doing each other, with you cooperating fully, so that your baby can be born out of joy instead of something like a turkey baster or a drunken memory."
"How cooperative? Like blowjobs and stuff like that? Or even just kissing?" Nancy asks. "I don't think I'm ready for that. If I did this at all, it would be mostly just the sex, and some reasonable effort on my part to try to make sure he enjoyed it." Nancy's face reddens again as she goes over this last part. "All of this talk to purely hypethetical, of course," she hastens to add.
"So what do you say, Max?" Gwen asks you cheerfully. "Would you take an at least mildly cooperative Nancy for some pretty vanilla sex, just to try to make a baby in her?" She watches your face and grins. "Yeah, I know. Stupid question, huh?"
She turns to Nancy. "And of course, all hypothetical too, Nancy. Unless you decide that this chance to take a ride on the baby train with Max is too good to pass by. If you don't want the feeling of a baby growing inside of you, and sharing that with other pregnant girls in your family. Of giving birth to a beautiful baby, just like all of your family is doing anyway. Or do you want to be left out, just because you were too hung up on getting screwed by your cousin? The choice is yours, Nancy, but you better make it quick. I don't know if Sam will be as willing to add another girl to Max's harem as I am, so this might be your only time to get in on this. At least before you fall behind others in the baby race."
Nancy looks truly conflicted. As you've said before, just like all of the other women in your family, Nancy was not stupid. Far from it. Even while a little drunk and a lot overwhelmed by new and shocking information, she had to know that this was all kinds of wrong, morally, legally, what have you. But maybe emotionally, or spiritually, it was the right thing to do. You honestly couldn't tell which way she was going to decide.
What is Nancy's decision? Or does something else happen first?
