Go down stairs to the basement
From Torg Adventure
As you follow Connie down the stairs to the basement you cannot help but stare at her ample round ass that's barely covered by her denim short shorts.
"Hey everyone! We have a guest!" Connie yells out to cheers.
You enter the basement rec room, which has not changed since the 1970s with its fake wood paneling, beanbags, lime green upholstery sofas, and orange shag carpet.
"Hi," you say to five girls -- you already know Connie, Loretta, Val, and Ellie but there's also a cute Asian girl. "Hey, Loretta."
"Hi, Mr. Doe, let me help you with that," Val smiles and takes the beer from you, putting them away in the fridge behind the bar.
"Hi, I'm Amie," the Asian girl says shyly.
"Hey, John," Ellie pipes up. "What are you doing here?"
"I got invited for a party," you reply. "You?"
"I live here," she says.
You look at Ellie then to Connie and then you finally realize with their resemblance that they are sisters!
"You two know each other?" Connie asks suspiciously.
"We met at the bar when I was waiting for the car to be repaired," you answer. You are not lying but you just leave out the bit about fucking her sister. Hopefully Ellie kept that to herself!
"May I talk with you, sis?" Ellie takes her Connie by the arm and leads her upstairs. You and Loretta sneak up the stairs and noticed that they are outside in the backyard. You can't hear what the two redhead siblings talking about but you know it's about you because they occasionally look back at you and smile. Ellie asks her sister a question and Connie looks down, bites her lips, and slow nods. Ellie screams, looks back at you, and hugs her sister.
"I'm not in trouble, am I?" you ask Loretta.
"Not with Ellie," the blonde whispers. "She's the trouble." Considering what happened back at the bar, you are not surprised Ellie is the fiery sister whereas Connie is the innocent one.
"Did you tell anyone else about you, me, and Connie?" you ask Loretta nervously.
"No," Loretta answers.
"No one knows about tomorrow, right?"
"No one," she reiterates. "Don't you trust us?"
"I do but I don't need four fathers going after my ass."
"Don't worry, John," Loretta says with a warm smile. "These girls are my best friends. They've kept my late night rendezvous with Connie a secret!"
You nod and are satisfied and relieved.
What happens next?
