Wake up alone
From Torg Adventure
Your head feels like someone poured pudding inside. Hot pudding. With sand. And lemon juice. Your body feels tired and sore, but you've had worse hangovers. Your memory is a little fuzzy, especially since it was dark. You can't figure out who was in your bed. You don't really care, except you'd love to know if it was {LAST_NAME}. It wasn't Jo, since she definitely didn't have a swelling belly full of baby.
You take a shower and by the time you're done, you feel much better. You dress in your usual shorts and head to the galley for some coffee. You find Inga there, sipping on a cup of coffee and eating a protein bar.
"Good morning, lover," she says as she notices you. "So what happened last night? I remember going to bed, and then it's all a blur. I remember spending a lot of time licking Jo, and my hands and mouth smelled like pussy this morning."
You decide that you don't want to tell her about the aphrodisiac gas. Maybe you can say the computer just did it on its own. "I had the same thing happen. Did you come into my room? Does your pussy feel like I fucked you for hours last night?" you say, as you fill your cup.
"No. My abs feel like I had about three dozen orgasms, but I'm not cock-raw," she replies dreamily, thinking of her encounter with Jo. You grab a protein bar as well.
You grin widely. That probably means that it was {LAST_NAME} that you filled with sperm so many times. The gas was much stronger than you thought it would be. Maybe you should turn it off for a few days. You sit next to your clone and kiss her.
Your sister walks in, wearing her now-usual short-shorts and nothing else. You lick your lips to see her tits again. You never get tired of her tits.
"Good morning, everyone!" she says in a very chipper mood. "I had the strangest dreams last night. I went to bed and dreamed that I was wandering through the ship until I came to the clone bed. Then it opened up and Brian jumped out. We threw down right in the stasis bed room for hours. Then I wandered back to my room. Now, this morning I felt like I had a hangover or something. But once I took a shower, it all cleared up. Now I feel better than I have for weeks. What's for breakfast?" {LAST_NAME} looks for a cup.
You say, "We've got protein bars. I had a weird dream too. In it, Jo came to me, but she wasn't knocked up. As we fucked, she got more and more pregnant. And that hangover too. Just like you said." You notice neither your sister nor Inga remark or make weird facial expressions at your story. No knowing glances from either of them. You think they are clueless, and you'd like to keep it that way. But you are definitely going to make the gas only come twice a week. If the other times are anything like last night, it should only take you a few times to knock {LAST_NAME} up.
Jo comes in next, humming a simple tune you don't recognize. She grabs coffee, then French kisses Inga, your sister, and you in turn. Her mouth tastes like Inga's juices. You smile to yourself, as you shift your shorts to hide your growing erection. She sits next to you, drinks her coffee, and fondles your cock through your shorts. She really is shameless. You really love that.
{LAST_NAME} says, "Say, can I sleep with you tonight, Inga? Sleeping alone last night was lonely. Is that okay, {FIRST_NAME}? Jo?"
Inga leans over and kisses you sister. "Of course, I'd love to spend it with you."
Jo says, "I'm sure your brother and I can find something to do." She almost has her fingers around your shaft through your shorts. You groan involuntarily.
{LAST_NAME} says, "I guess you've answered too, haven't you, brother?"
You can only nod.
What next?
