On the way
From Torg Adventure
The journey to the next town was not really special. With the greatest part of humanity having been killed, you didn’t run into anybody. There were also no cars, no trains to worry about when we crossed a rails, … nothing. The only other living beings we saw were animals. You figure that with a lack of civilization, they would be free to traverse towns or even city’s.
So without interruption, you simply just followed the road to the next town. Rebecca seemed to have taken a liking to Tracy. The 2 of them have been talking nearly the entire time.
“ … so you can play a guitar?” Rebecca asked Tracy. “An electric guitar, mind you.” Tracy told her proudly. “I was even in a band.” “Unreal, that is so awesome.” “I was in my gothic phase back then. I did all kinds of dark things I could think of, including listening and playing heavy metal.” “Did you also visit graveyards at night?” Rebecca asked again. “No way, too many creeps appear there when it’s dark. But it quite a nice place during the day.” Tracy explained back to Rebecca. “Few people like going to graveyards, so it’s easily the most peaceful plays in any community.” “Yeah, I guess you have a point there.” “Try asking her about her gothic outfits.” You tell Rebecca. “Really?” Rebecca says surprised. “You still have some?” “Yeah, but I don’t wear them any more.” “A shame.” You tell your sister. “I thought you looked pretty in them.” “Sorry brother,” Tracy excuses herself while she grabbed her own breasts. “But I haven’t been able to wear them anymore since these started developing.” “Brother?” Rebecca asked the two of us. She then looked at me “But…” Then she turned to Tracy. “But I thought you were …” “You thought we were what …?” You ask her. “… never mind.” Rebecca says. “Heeey, maybe I can lend them to you, Rebecca.” Tracy told her with a naughty grin. “Me? Oh no, I don’t think I would …” Rebecca stammered. “Why not?” I told her. “I think you’d look great in them. “Well … maybe some day.” Rebecca said, blushing slightly.
You were walking behind the 2 of them the entire time. At first you looked a lot at your sisters butt. It had been only a few hours since you fucked her and left a deposit of your sperm in her. You kept trying to imagine her womb being full of your foreign white substance and if you really did knock her up. But over the course of the journey you shifted your view to Rebecca’s body. She had a lithe figure. In fact, you could say she was “petite”. She was a little short, had a cute face and her red hair suited her nicely. Her butt was also not as round as Tracy’s, and her breasts were only a B cup. You didn’t mind. Bigger didn’t always mean better. Eventually your thoughts drifted back to the supermarket, but not to your session with Tracy. Instead you thought about what Rebecca was doing behind that door. You remember that, when you found her, her pants were unbuttoned and she had a hand underneath her shirt. Like before, the only logical conclusion you could think of was of her masturbating wile watching you and Tracy were mating. You imagine Rebecca with her hand in her pants, fingering her pussy while simultaneously playing with her breasts. Before long you had another erection and you wouldn’t mind introducing it to Rebecca’s pussy either.
Are they the first to arrive at the town?
