Lauren asks what's next

From Torg Adventure

"So, do you want me to suck you off now, or are you going to fuck me?" Lauren said. Rot climbed up the bed to lay next to her, putting an arm around her shoulders, and pulling her into his chest.

"Lauren, I'm going to ask you what you want. It's not all about what the guy wants. It's about what we both want together. So, what do you want, Lauren?"

His sister looked up at him when soft blue eyes. "Oh, God. That's a hard question. I came in here wanting you to treat me like those other girls. I don't know why. There's something about you that's different than it was last week. You treat me like a person, and when you touched me just now, I felt like you really were trying to make me feel good for no other reason." Her eyes looked deep into yours. "You seem to know a lot about this sex and love and life thing. I want to know what you know, because those are the things I want in my life."

"Lauren, I want to teach you these things, at least what I've learned so far. I'm just Rot, but I realized something and I guess it shows." He didn't want to lie to her.

"What's that?"

"That you get out of life what you put into it, and if you treat people well, they'll treat you well. I don't have some magic formula. I just want to treat people like I want to be treated."

Lauren cuddled in tighter, and then ran her hand down his abs to his cock, and squeezed it before she started stroking it. "And the sex thing? Your tongue drives me nuts. I wonder what your other parts feel like." She looked up at him, her eyes big and full of fire.

'Oh, geez. I suppose that was next,' he thought to himself. He certainly didn't want to be the one who got Lauren pregnant, the event that started her down the road which led to her death. Contraception was scarce and illegal in many states. Abortion was illegal in most states as well. Rot tried to remember if he had any back then. He knew that Barry gave him a couple once, after he had taken them from his parent's bedroom, but he couldn't remember when.


What now?

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