Go with Gwen for now
From Torg Adventure
"Let me help Gwen with her room today," you say. "The mall will be less busy tomorrow anyway."
"That's true," Sam says. "I don't like crowds, and a little more privacy then wouldn't hurt." She pushes back her chair. "Although I could probably use some help moving my bed around a little later on today, if you wanted to stop by after you're done with Gwen, Max."
Aunt Karen looks at the dishes on the table. "I guess if you two want to get started right now, the rest of us can take care of cleaning up. It's not like the two of you got much food."
"Okay!" Gwen stands up and grabs your hand, pulling you to your feet. "This could take a while though." She drags you upstairs, with the other members of your extended family not even giving the two of you a second glance at they start clearing off dishes. Not even Sam.
Your cousin pulls you up the stairs with enough enthusiasm to almost make you stumble on a step. Then she brings you into her room, closing the door behind the two of you. It's a typical teenage girl's room. At least, what you imagine it would look like. None of your sisters were typical teenage girls.
Gwen looks at you happily as she locks the door behind her. "This should be fun, Max," she says. She moves closer to you. "Should we get started?"
She's close enough for you to smell her hair, which still smells of her shampoo. "Yeah, I can't wait."
She moves a little closer to you, then brings her mouth up to your ear. "Good." She kisses it gently. "Then let's start by moving my dresser." Gwen laughs gently as you pulls away a little and sees the disappointment on your face. "Sorry, Max, but Mom would be suspicious if my room wasn't rearranged. Besides, I do really want to change things up a little here. I mentioned that to my mom before I knew this morning was going to happen."
So you move furniture around in Gwen's room while she gives you directions. There is the expected upon amount of indecision and making you move around things repeatedly, and asking you for advice that she then ignores. But it's just Gwen being Gwen, or in other words a stereotypical girl. If it weren't for the fact that she had a penchant for incest with her cousin, she'd just be your average eighteen year-old.
Gwen finally seems happy with the way the room is arranged, although it's after an hour or so of moving things around, and you personally don't see any improvement over how things look now. But it's what Gwen wanted. Gwen sits down on the edge of the bed then, which is not moved over one foot to the right from where it was an hour ago. You sit down beside her.
"Sorry to make you work so hard, Max," she says apologetically. "But the room does look much better now."
"Don't worry about it, Gwen," you tell her. "You know I've always been willing to help you."
"Always," she agrees. Then she gets silent for a moment, as if she has something important to ask. Then she turns to you suddenly. "Would you like me to make you a sandwich? Guys like it when girls make them sandwiches, right?"
You almost laugh at the questions and the earnest way she asks. She's trying so hard to please you, even though she doesn't really need to. The fact that she is trying so hard touches you though, and the fact that she has apparently been researching how to be the perfect girlfriend adds to that.
"I think maybe you've been getting too many dating tips from the internet, Gwen," you say fondly.
Gwen looks back at you seriously. "So you don't want a sandwich?"
Actually, you are kind of hungry, since you didn't have much to eat for brunch, and have been exerting yourself, before and after eating. "Well..."
Gwen literally bounces of the bed, then starts ticking off ingredients on the fingers of one hand. "Turkey on toasted whole wheat, mayo, lettuce, cheddar, bacon, tomatoes and a kosher dill pickle on the side, right?"
You're amazed. She just named your favorite sandwich perfectly. You didn't realize she knew little details like that about you. "Sure, Gwen, that would be awesome."
She smiles at you, and unlocks her door and heads downstairs, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Except you don't want to think too much right now. Yeah, your cousin, who apparently has secretly loved and lusted after you for some time, is finally yours. But what about you and Sam? You weren't sure how long you could keep Gwen secret from Sam. Things could go horribly for you once the truth came out. Or they could go wonderfully. Sam and Gwen always got along fairly well.
The idea of Gwen, Sam, and you together distracts you for long enough for Gwen to return with a sandwich. Two sandwiches actually. They look like something out of a commercial, because they were obviously constructed with care, rather than just thrown together. There's even toothpicks holding the sandwiches together, and each sandwich is cut into fourths.
Smiling broadly, Gwen hands you a plate and sits down on the edge of the bed, sitting the other sandwich down on the bed beside her. As she looks at you expectantly, you pick one wedge of the sandwich up. It literally looks almost too good to eat. You take a bite out of it, and it's honestly one the best sandwiches you've ever eaten.
"God, Gwen, this sandwich is great!" Her smile gets even wider. You nod at the other sandwich as you take another bite. "Go ahead and eat yours."
Gwen glances at the other sandwich. "Oh, that's for you too. I didn't know how hungry you might be." She leads to the side just a little as she looks at you. "I thought I would just give you a blowjob while you ate and let that fill me up."
You almost choke on the delightful sandwich, which would be tragic on so many levels right now. "Gwen?!?"
Gwen cocks her head to the side, a little confused. "What? You don't want a blowjob?" She puts her small hand over the front of you jeans, where your cock had already started stiffening in anticipation. "I've read and watched an awful lot about giving head. And you ate me out earlier, so it's only fair."
If she wants to give you a hummer that bad, then it wouldn't be polite to deny her then, would it? "Um, sure, if you don't mind Gwen."
Gwen grins again at you, and moves the other sandwich closer to you. She undoes your jeans, letting your cock loose. Leaning in slowly, she moves her hair off to the side so you can see her face as she starts licking the head of your cock. She shows no hesitation whatsoever, even though it is her first time. Her mouth moves over the head, squeezing it gently while her tongue teases the opening at the end.
She looks up then and takes her mouth off. "Keep eating please, Max," she says. "I want both of us with full bellies when I'm done." Gwen glances down at her stomach then. "Although I'm hoping my belly will be much bigger after several months..." Then she goes back to sucking your cock.
Thinking of Gwen's belly swollen with your child makes your cock jump in Gwen's mouth, and she giggles, which also makes you harder. Despite your getting bigger, and Gwen having a small mouth, she takes more and more of you into her eager mouth.
You finish the first sandwich, and Gwen just nudges the other plate at you, murmuring encouragement around your dick. So you grab one of the pieces of the remaining sandwich and start eating, your stomach and penis both extremely happy at the moment.
Making up with determination what she may currently lack in experience, Gwen keeps bobbing her head up and down on your throbbing manhood. She holds her long, red hair carefully off to the side so that it doesn't get in the way of her vigorous motions.
You grab another piece of sandwich as Gwen starts experimenting with fondling your balls while still gliding your cock in and out of her hungry lips. You keep catching her eyes looking up at your face, to see how well you are enjoying her sandwich and her blowjob, clearly anxious to please you on both fronts. In your mind, she has wildly exceeded your expectations with each.
You're down to the last two pieces of sandwich. You fumble for one of them, taking a bite out of it despite your breathing getting heavier and heavier. Your cousin is getting used to having a cock in her mouth, and is already getting better at it. You're getting used to having your cock in her mouth, too. Every sign points to Gwen being totally willing to blow you any time you want, as well. Your first choice will always be to put your cum some place a little more useful for your long terms goals.
The sandwich is almost finished now, and so are you. You grab the last piece of the bread, almost crushing it between your fingers in your zeal. You take a bit and swallow it, this piece of it just as good as the first. There's not much of it left, even though the sandwich may not last longer than you do.
Even though Gwen said she wanted a stomach full of cum, you still want to warn her before it happens. "I'm about to blow," you tell her, then take another bite. Her response is just to increase her efforts, and make a happy noise in the back of her throat which also stimulates the head of your cock.
You realize there's just one small piece left, one small perfect piece, a nice piece of bacon on it, and mayo spilling off the sides of it. You pop it into your mouth just as your cock erupts into Gwen's mouth. She gives a surprised little jump, but still keeps her mouth tightly wrapped around your cock, her hand going from your balls to the base of your cock to pump the cum out of it. You struggle to chew the last bit of Gwen's sandwich despite the moan coming out of your mouth, and both you and Gwen swallow at the same time. When she lifts her head off of you, you wonder if you have as big look of satisfaction on your face as she does.
What happens next with Gwen? Or is it time to spend time with Sam?
