A moving experience with Sam
From Torg Adventure
You head downstairs and back to your house, then through the kitchen and back upstairs. You decide a shower might be in order, as you and Gwen exerted yourselves a decent- or indecent- amount, and you also suspect that you smell a little too much like your younger cousin than you should under normal circumstances.
It was just a few years ago that Gwen always smelled of bubble gum, disinfectant from various minor cuts, and dirt from playing outside. In recent years, she had taken to wearing small amounts of perfume, and smelled more of lip gloss and lavender soap. And still a little bit of bubble-gum, as she never completely gave that habit up.
It’s early afternoon now, so not surprisingly, the upstairs bathroom is not in use. With a slight twinge of regret, you let Gwen’s scent wash off of your body. Nothing could ever rob you of today’s memories of sex with your inexperienced but very cooperative cousin. Gwen is back over at her house now, though, while you’re back home with Sam. Gwen even gave you her blessing to fuck Sam when you got back. You’re not sure Sam would be as generous, or as understanding. Hopefully today isn’t the day you’ll have to find out for sure.
You towel yourself dry and get dressed again, then go to see what Sam is up to. You did promise to help her with some moving, after all. Her door is shut, so she knock lightly on the door.
Sam’s voice calls out from inside her room. “Who is it?”
“It’s Max.” Then, a little louder, for the benefit of anyone who might be listening. “You said you needed some help earlier.”
Her tone is different this time. “Come in.”
You open the door. Sam is sprawled languidly on her bed, completely naked.
“You don’t seem to have any clothes on, Sam,” you remake, closing her door behind me. You’re very observant.
“Well, I was going to go out and get some clothes today, but you were too busy,” Sam says, stretching her body a little, arms stretched above her head on the bed. “So I didn’t have anything to wear.”
You lean back against the door casually. “Won’t your being naked be a little awkward for moving your bed?”
“I don’t know,” Sam says, rolling onto her side, her head resting on her arm as she looks at you, a sultry look on her face. “I guess it all depends on how we plan to make it move.” She sits up on the bed, holding out her arms for you.
You really shouldn’t have bothered getting dressed after the shower. You’ve spent maybe a total of two minutes with those clothes on, and in about two seconds they’re back off. Sam giggles at the haste with which you shed your clothes, and then you’re on the bed next to her, your arms around each other fast enough that your lips catch the end of her snickering laugh.
“I missed you,” she says breathless, once your lips have separated. “Exactly how much furniture does Gwen have?”
“It wasn’t so much the amount,” you tell her. “But she kept wanting me to keep putting stuff in different places.”
“Oh, poor baby,” Sam says, with genuine sympathy mixed in with a teasing tone. “I hope she didn’t tire you out too much. I was hoping to get some work out of you today still.” She kisses you again, as her hand strays purposefully to your swelling tool. “I know there’s one muscle she couldn’t have worn out, right?”
Not for lack of trying, you think, then banish the thought from your mind, even if it does cause your cock to grow again. Thinking of what you did to Gwen while with Sam isn’t particularly fair to your sister. And with Sam right here, and her hand right there, you hardly need any additional encouragement to get very hard again.
Sam doesn’t need much encouragement either. She straddles you as you sit on the edge of the bed, facing you, and then settles herself down onto your cock. Her arms go around your neck, steadying her body as she guides her body up and down your dick.
“Oh God,” she sighs, kissing your forehead as you fuck. “I’ve been waiting for that all day.”
“Me too,” you agree, grabbing her face with both hands and pulling it down further for a kiss on the lips. As fun as sex with Gwen was, making love to Sam was just as incredible. You honestly can’t say which is better, even if the two experiences have been entirely different.
The two of you are silent for a few minutes, getting more and more caught up in the act. Both of you are content to let Sam take the lead, at least for the first part. However, despite her more aggressive personality publicly, Sam is much more passive in her sexual life.
“We can’t really get the bed moving in this position.” Her words are a whisper tickling your ear gently, her breath hot and heavy. You respond by grabbing her and dragging her down onto the bed with you, rolling on top of her. You start fucking her with exaggeratedly forceful thrusts, which draw excited moans from Sam. She wraps her legs around your hips as you grab onto the headboard on her bed, using it for leverage. For her part, Sam over-responds to your movements, which makes for less-efficient sex, but for a successful rocking of her entire bed.
Sam seems to be getting turned on even more than usual by the more vigorous sex, and by the bed’s motions. Her eyes keep fixing on the bedposts waving back and forth slightly with your actions.
“Don’t break my bed,” Sam warns with mock concern. There was a time when you took her threats much more seriously, but with her warm, sweaty body pinned beneath you, your cock pistoning into her, she seems a little less threatening. “I’d have to find somewhere else to sleep then.”
“That would be tragic, Sam,” you respond. It’s hard to carry on a conversation this close to orgasm, but on the other hand, it somehow makes you feel closer to Sam, which in turn makes the sex even better.
Sam writhes under you, moving against you harder than ever now. “If that happened, I don’t suppose you could put me up in your room, could you?” She wraps her legs tighter around you. “In exchange I could keep putting out…”
You feel yourself about to explode, fighting to delay it for a few more seconds, even as your vision begins to fade from the building intensity. “So I have to break your bed in order to keep having sex with you?”
Sam grabs onto your back now, her fingernails digging into your skin. “You already know the answer to that, Max. I couldn’t stop now if I wanted. You’ve unlocked the slut in me, at least when I’m around you.” With that admission, you feel her body shake under yours, as her body is wracked by a powerful orgasm. The bed finally stops moving as the both of you cum, although the room starts spinning. Sam’s eyes actually seem to go blank for a moment, although you’re barely hanging on as well
Sam finally sighs contentedly and brings her legs down. Her hands now caress your back gently instead of scratching it. “I guess you should be going. People might get suspicious if you’re here too long during the day, especially with the door shut. But… thank you,” she says gently, looking up at you.
“You’re welcome,” you respond, looking back. “But I’m the one that owes you for sex like that.”
“Then you can pay me back tomorrow.” She wipes some sweat away from the corner of your eye. “We’re going to the mall, and no excuses this time. I need a new wardrobe.”
You carefully move off of Sam. “Shopping for clothes. That sounds like fun.”
“You’d be surprised,” Sam tells you, reaching up to straighten your hair as you pull on your underwear.
“You’ve got me tomorrow, Sam, no matter what,” you reassure her. “You and me tomorrow at the mall. Consider it a date.”
Sam smiles. “Date. I like the sound of that.”
You stand up and grab the rest of your clothes. You lean back down and kiss Sam on the lips firmly, before heading to the door, managing to get into the rest of your clothes along the way. With a last lingering look back at your sister, you leave and head to your room.
Where does fate take you from here?
