Hold Sam throughout the night
From Torg Adventure
You just lie there, content to watch Sam sleep. She's been many women today; confident athlete, angry firebrand, careful bargainer, and even a reluctant sexual object. But as she lay there dreaming, she was just a girl again, innocent and vulnerable, just like the 'little' sister you used to tickle all those years ago.
With Sam held close to you, her body warm and soft against yours, and despite your intentions to stay awake just looking at her all night, you drift off to a contented sleep yourself. What dreams you do remember are of memories of you and sister when you were younger, before you both became older, and things turned more complicated.
You awaken finally, and as you blink yourself awake, the first thing you see as your vision clears is Sam's face peering into yours, the watched now the watcher. Your arms are still around her, albeit more loosely than when you fell asleep. Although your legs are slightly tangled, your bodies move apart towards to head of the bed, to the point that there is room for Sam to have idly been tracing patterns lightly onto your chest as you awaken. Her head is propped up on her other arm, so that she is looking down on you slightly.
"I thought you would be gone when I woke up," Sam says softly.
"Where would I go?" You tighten your grip on Sam just a little bit. "I'm where I most want to be right now."
Sam smiles. "You have a way with words, little brother. Whether it's to trick your way into my pants, or charm me out of them, as you're doing right now. I've never seen this side of you before. Her hand moves up from your chest to lightly hold your chin.
"I've always seen this side of you Sam." You lean in to kiss her softly. "This is who you have always been, even if I forgot about it sometimes in recent years."
Sam still smiles, although her eyes mist up a little. "Stop being so sweet, Peewee," she murmurs, kissing you back. "Although I guess I have been putting on an act more and more the older I became." Then she makes a grimace as a memory comes to her. "God, was I a mess last night. That's when it all came tumbling down."
You pull your sister a little closer, reassuringly. "It's okay Sam. It was my fault for starting this whole mess in the first place, and making you do all of this stuff." You are feeling a little guilty now, although you don't know if you'd change anything if you could. "Especially talking you into not making me use a condom."
"Oh, Max," Sam sighs. "You didn't make me do anything against my will. I could have said no at any time, if I really wanted to. Honor or not, if there hadn't been some part of me that was flattered, and a little turned, on that you wanted to make love to me, I would have just stormed out of that room downstairs after you tickled me. Instead, I deluded myself that I had no other option than to follow the silly deal I had made, and go along with every modification you made to it." Her hand moves to up the side of your face, to slide into your hair and lightly bury her fingers in it. "And if I wasn't enjoying getting screwed by you so much, I wouldn't have held on to you so tight last night. I didn't want you to stop doing it, even if it was to pull out like you promised." She lowers her eyes for a minute. "There's probably even a part of me that wanted you to cum in me, so that I could get pregnant."
"Would you think me a huge pervert if I said that I wanted to get you pregnant, Sam? More than a small part of me, to be honest." You don't see any real need to hide that fact any more, as long as Sam is being so honest.
Sam laughs a little, and smiles again. "I've always thought you were a pervert, Peewee, although it's nice to have some real proof after all these years." She uses the hand in your hair to pull your head to hers again, kissing you a little more deeply. "I can't say that I've given getting knocked up by my brother any real thought in the past, but like I said last night, chances are that anything we do today won't alter the odds of it happening much. If what you want to do is to take another chance at making me pregnant this morning, then I'm more than okay with that." She pulls her hand out of your hair, and slides it down between the two of you, slowly letting it encircle your cock. "Although as a woman, I can't promise I won't change my mind about the whole pregnancy thing later."
Sam seems to have recovered from last night, emotionally and otherwise, and laid herself bare to you, in more ways than one. She is offering herself, and her womb to you, at least for today. You'd be a fool to not take her up on both offers, wouldn't you? Or is Sam still more vulnerable than she appears, and would you still be taking advantage of her? You curse your tendency to second-guess your and other people's motives lately.
Make love to Sam and try to make a baby, have protected sex, just talk, or something else?
