Don't waste time, and just make Gwen a woman now
From Torg Adventure
Gwen's words echo in your mind. "Shouldn't we use a condo then?" She had asked. "Or do this standing up?" They had been more timid suggestions than anything said with authority, although she hadn't really had a chance to fully think through her circumstances. That was by your design. If she had a chance to think through all of the consequences of losing her virginity to her cousin, right here and now, and without any kind of birth control, even your childish cousin would probably have put up a stronger resistance. If you did actually stop and take the time to put on a condom, or reposition for some sex standing up, Gwen might have that extra amount of time to think this through and put up a much stronger objection. You wanted so badly to be joined with Gwen right now. You didn't want to do anything to endanger that. And you certainly weren't going to just walk away. So should you be using a "condo", as Gwen kept calling them?
"Probably," you respond. And then you push forward, and your cock tears through her veil.
"Oh!" She cries out, quivering a little. Then, "I'm not a little girl anymore..."
"You will always be a little girl to me, and a woman at the same time," you tell her gently. Gwen moans as you push your cock into her some more.
"I... I don't think it's going to go any further," Gwen moans. She is very tight. Tighter than any of your sisters, which doesn't surprise you terribly.
"Move your legs farther apart, Gwen," you instruct her. "And bend them."
She obeys, and you feel her open up just a bit. Taking advantage of this, just as you are taking advantage of your cousin, you slide all the way into her youthful pussy.
"Oh God, Max," she moans. "You're completely inside my kitty... we're making love..." She looks down between your bodies. "This is going to ruin Amy's sheets."
You chuckle at her sudden concern over some blood on Amy's sheets. "I'll make it up to her." You kiss her gently. "How are you handling it, though?"
She looks up at you, smiling wanly. "I'm realizing you tricked me into this, Max. You brought me to Amy's room just so you could take my precious virginity away from me." She grimaces a little. "And it hurts. But not as much as Mom keeps telling me it would. I think she was trying to scare me away from doing this. But what's done is done. I can't be a virgin again. I guess I can't be Mom's little girl forever." She sighs softly.
"Good," you say, kissing her again, even if her words weren't an overwhelming endorsement of what you were doing to her. "I'm going to start moving now, okay?"
She nods, so you start gently thrusting in and out of her pussy. She's loosened up a little from when you first penetrated her, but still almost painfully tight. She's not nearly as big or as physically developed as any of your sisters, so that makes her even tighter. Gwen groans, in mixed pain and passion, as you slowly fuck her.
"Was it like this with Amy, Max?" Gwen moans softly. "Is that what it felt like when you had sex with her?"
"She wasn't nearly as tight, Gwen," you reply. "None of them were."
"I'm sorry, Max," she says. "I'll try to be less tight."
"No, that's okay," you tell her quickly. "Tight is good. It feels good when you are all tight around my cock."
"It does?" She asks hopefully. "Better than with Amy?"
"Yeah," you tell her. "Even better than with Amy."
"Good," Gwen whispers. Then she kisses you, for the first time since you made clear your intent to screw her. "It doesn't hurt anymore, Max."
"I'm glad," you tell her, kissing her back. "I'm going to make sure it feels real good before we're done." You pick up the pace of your thrusting. Each thrust forward encounters the intimate grip of Gwen's recently deflowered pussy. She's slick and tight around you, but hot like a pint-sized furnace. Half-pint, maybe.
"This isn't how the game is supposed to work, Max," Gwen says softly beneath you, her breathing growing a little labored. "Gwen the teenage detective is always supposed to get her man; the man isn't supposed to get her!"
"You did get your man, though," you remind her. "You solved the case of who was screwing my sisters."
"And it was you!" Gwen says, trying to sound petulant. The growing passion in her voice makes it sound sultry.
You lean down and whisper in her ear. "Yes, and I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for you meddling kids!"
Gwen giggles then, despite the circumstances. Not a little of her inspiration for Gwen the teenage detective came from Scooby Doo, which the two of you watched together many times over the years. There was even one Halloween where she made you dress as Fred to her Daphne and Amy's Velma. "You're silly sometimes, Max," she says, with a certain amount of fondness. Her hands, still on your shoulders, move up to caress your face. "But you are going to get away with it, I think. You had sex with them... you're having sex with me." She goes back to moaning softly. "You've been all kinds of naughty lately. And now you've made me all naughty as well."
Her young, small body is indeed becoming more naughty than the innocent child she seemed to be up to a few minutes ago. But not entirely, which made the way her pussy squeezed you, albeit a little timidly and without any real skill, but with growing eagerness, all the more exciting. Gwen lacked Sam's natural athleticism, or Lisa's skill, but she and Amy shared Sam and Lisa's sexual enthusiasm once a cock was in them, and their passions began to take hold. And Gwen was tighter than any other woman you had even been with, which you were putting down as a factor in her favor.
Shifting your weight to one arm, you use your free hand to alternately caress her breasts through the shirt. The nipples are incredibly hard now, even more so than from the cold water earlier. Gwen arches her back, thrusting her small tits up and at you, then lets go of your face to reach down and start pulling up the shirt over her head. It catches for a moment around her head, then she yanks it over. It doesn't clear her long hair, and instead remains tangled in it above her head, but she doesn't seem to care. Neither do you, as you're finally getting your first close up view and actual touch of her naked breasts. They seem even better now than your earlier glimpses in the bathroom mirror, and through her water-soaked tank top earlier. Newly flushed with blood, the nipples are now as fiery crimson as her hair. With her back arched, her already small breasts stretch almost flat against her ribcage, just the faintest hint of swell present. Then she relaxes a little, resting more on the bed, and the small mounds are more readily visible.
"You keep touching my boobies, Max," Gwen pants, her gangly arms going around your neck.
"Don't you like it?" You had thought that she was enjoying it almost as much as you.
"Yes," she admits, looking into your eyes, before her gaze drops suddenly. "But they're so small. They're nowhere as big as Lisa's, or Amy's, or even Sam's..." She looks down at her chest. "It took me so long to get them, and they're still barely even there."
You kiss her, your hand gently squeezing a tit for emphasis. "I love your breasts, Gwen. They're small but beautiful, just like you."
Gwen smiles shyly. "You're so sweet, Max. You always have been, to me." She holds onto your neck tighter for leverage, then experiments with holding her body in place against you as your cock slides in and out of her sweet depths. This helps both of you, as her body is so light that is has a natural tendency is slide on the bed a good bit as you thrust into her. "I wasn't so sure about this at first, and kinda scared for a while, but maybe it's a good thing that you're the one who teaches me about sex." Her pussy keeps squeezing you, with increasing urgency and eagerness, although little skill, not that you're minding. You had expected it to loosen up more, but each time your cock sinks into her, it's still very tight.
"Besides, Max," Gwen says softly. "What other guy would want a girl as scrawny as me, and with boobies so small? You like me despite my body."
"There's nothing wrong with your body," you assure her, meaning every word of it. "You're slim, but its your frame, and not because you are underweight. You still have a nice butt, and womanly curves. They're just more subtle than in some other women. You're just a little behind other girls your age."
"But I think I'm all done growing, Max," Gwen says sadly, even though her voice is laden with passion and her body's excitement. "I measure my chest and my hips every day, and they haven't changed now in a while." She looks down at your hand caressing her breast, and puts her own hand around it, squeezing it softly. "I'm going to have boobies this tiny for the rest of my life." Then she lets go of your hand, so she can go back to holding herself tightly against you. Gwen looking up at you sadly with those puppy dog eyes while you were fucking her was both touching and a turn-on at the same time.
"I'd be seriously okay with you not changing a bit from how you are right now." The conviction in your voice seems to comfort her, as the sadness begins to drain from her eyes, along with a tear. "But if you change, I'm fine with that as well, because no matter what, I'll always love you."
Your cousin's face takes on a vulnerability that in turn makes you feel weak inside. "Love me like someone loves their little girl cousin, or like a man loves a woman?"
There was only one answer to that question, or at least one that comes to your mind immediately. "Both. You'll always be my cousin, Gwen. And that sweet little girl I've spent so much of my life with, and watching her grow." You look down at her body. Her small tits, looking as if they belong to a girl several years younger than her actual age. Her thin, small body, like a ballerina's, or gymnast's, minus the overdeveloped muscles, but still with hips, and shapely legs, and nicely rounded ass. Her sparse pubic hair, just above her small pussy, being stretched now rhythmically by your cock, the mark of her innocence still smeared upon it. And her personality, even while in the midst of sex, still very much that of the young girl her mother had treated her as for so long, even if she was learning some things about being a woman. Her mind and body were trapped at the intersection of child and woman. Or had been, at least. What you were doing now was perhaps, in some way, tipping the balance. For her mind, certainly, even if maybe, as she said, her body had developed all it was going to, and her tits would not get any bigger. Or was there a way to give your little cousin bigger breasts?.
Any ideas on making her breasts bigger, or are you fine with them being small, even if she isn't? Just keep making love to her?
