Sam does the dishes, so you can do Gwen
From Torg Adventure
Sam smiles slyly at Gwen. "I just got what I needed right now from Max. I guess it's your turn now." She looks at the sink. "I'll take care of those." Gwen goes up to Sam and stands on her tiptoes, giving her a kiss on the lips.
Sam turns to you. "Take her someplace and fuck her good. Your room, her room. Even my room if you want. You can have sex with whoever you want, wherever you want, and as long as you're still giving me my fair share, I'll never complain again." She moves over to you, almost shyly, and kisses you, with both passion and affection.
Gwen waits patiently for the kiss to run it's course. She doesn't look at all jealous, just increasingly excited. "It's not like you couldn't join us when you're done," she volunteers." She grabs your hand, but keeps looking at Sam. "I'll bet Max would like some hot girl-on-girl action."
Sam's eyes go wide. You suspect yours do too. You remember how hard it was to get Sam to say anything sexual. With Gwen, it just pops out, in complete contrast to her innocent appear and demeanor.
"I'm not bisexual," Sam says hesitantly. "At least I don't think I am." She looks at Gwen curiously. "And I didn't think you were." They didn't come more feminine than Gwen, at least in a teenage girl kind of way. You realize that that doesn't mean she couldn't be bi, but the thought had never occurred to you before.
Gwen shrugs. "I'm whatever Max wants me to be. I'll do whatever he wants me to do in bed, either with him or another girl." She squeezes your hand. "I just draw the line at something with another guy. He's the only man for me."
You're totally okay with that attitude. Sam seems a little taken aback by it. If you had to guess, despite her words, she still saw herself as being in competition with Gwen for your attention. And Gwen had just said she was open to just about anything.
Sam slowly smiles then. "I may come over then, unless these dishes take too long. But I'm open to whatever Max wants from now on, too." She doesn't seem as confident in her words as Gwen just was, but you know that Sam was more than willing to push herself to get what she wanted.
Your cousin starts pulling you towards to back door. "We'll save you a spot on the bed then. I've got a big bed, and I'm just a little girl, so there will be plenty of room. And we'll be mostly be on top of each other."
Sam turns back to the sink as you follow your cousin. It seems she's decided on taking you back to her room again. Normally you weren't that big a fan of the pink girliness of Gwen's room, but now that your cousin is also your lover, you were far more tolerant of her decor. When you were fucking her earlier, it was actually kind of a turn on now.
Her hand still squeezing yours firmly, Gwen half-leads, half-drags you over to the back door to her house. The blender is out on the counter, along with some limes, a bottle of syrup, and also a bottle of rum. You assumed that Nancy had made herself a not-so-virgin daiquiri when she made the virgin ones for the two pregnant women. Both your mom and aunt had taken liberal attitudes with you kids drinking at home, as long as it was not out of hand. The sole exception was Gwen, who inevitably was treated by both families as being much younger than her age, despite being just a year younger than you and Nancy.
You expect Gwen to lead you straight upstairs to her bedroom. Instead, she detours to the living room, where your mom, aunt, and Nancy are sitting watching tv. You're not sure why she decided to stop there, and are getting a little nervous. Gwen had given her word that she was going to be discrete about your relationship, although Sam had ended up finding out soon enough.
Each woman had an empty glass next to them, and a half-full glass in their hands. Nancy looks a little flushed, confirming that she had made fully-loaded daiquiris for herself. From past experiencing drinking socially with the family, you knew that two drinks wasn't enough to make Nancy too drunk, but it did tend to amplify her already vivacious personality. Wearing the same red dress and heels from dinner, she was a little overdressed for tv watching, but you weren't complaining about how she looked.
"Are the dishes done already?" your mom asks, not moving her eyes from the television.
"Sam was going to finish them up," Gwen responds. "I was going to borrow Max for a bit and we were going to go upstairs and play mommy and daddy."
"It's nice of you to keep Gwen entertained," your aunt says, also not looking up from the tv. "Just don't let her into into any kind of trouble. And try not to be too loud." As usual, as long as Gwen didn't say anything too outrageous, anything vaguely suggestive she said was interpreted in the most innocent way possible. While you knew exactly what Gwen meant by playing mommy and daddy, everyone else assumed she was talking about some innocent child's game. Which, to be fair, was something that you had played with Gwen many times in the past, and not too long ago either.
"We'll try not to make too much noise," Gwen promises. "Sam might be coming after the dishes, and things could get louder then." She turns to leave the room, then stops suddenly. She lets go of your hand and goes over to where Nancy is sitting. Leaning down, she whispers something in Nancy's ear. Just like her mother and aunt, Nancy doesn't take her eyes off of the tv. As Gwen finishes whatever she is whispering, Nancy just takes another sip of her drink and says "Sure." Then Gwen goes back to you, grabs you hand again, and leads you out of the room.
You don't know what Gwen said to Nancy, but it obviously wasn't anything to worry about. It was certainly nothing sexual or otherwise scandalous, as Nancy had absolutely no poker-face. Literally. She had even been known to unconsciously read her cards aloud on the occasions the family did play cards together. It wasn't that she was dumb. Smartness seemed to run in the women in your family. Nancy just didn't always think before she did things, which sometimes got her in trouble, and often let her emotions get the best of her. For that reason, you know if Gwen had said anything remotely naughty, Nancy couldn't have helped but react strongly. You still wonder what Gwen said to her.
Gwen actually starts shedding her dress the second you're out of view of the others, and has it off by the time you set step on the stairs. She lets go of your briefly because that is keeping her from removing it completely, and seemed content to let it drop on the floor, but you grab the lacy dress before it can hit the floor, then follow Gwen as she moves a little ahead of you. You already could tell from earlier that she was not wearing a bra, but now her panties hit the floor as the she makes it to the top of the steps, and she leaves those behind. You grab those as you reach the top, not wanting to leave those out in the open. Gwen's panties lying discarded at the top of the stairs might strain even her family's ability to fully trust the innocence of anything Gwen did.
Completely naked now, Gwen actually skips into her room as you bring up the rear, her dress in one hand, her slightly damp panties in the other. She continues skipping lightly over to her bed, leaving you to shut the bedroom door behind you as you enter. Getting near the bed, Gwen jumps up and turns in mid air, landing on her side on the bed facing you, bouncing up and down twice on the neatly made bed before coming to a rest.
"You're still wearing clothes," she observes, propping her head up on one arm. "So far, you aren't very good at playing the mommy and daddy game."
You let Gwen's clothes drop to the floor, and start taking off your own. "It's not my fault. I had to clean up behind you."
Gwen watches you undress. "Well, I guess someone had to be the grown-up around here, and it definitely can't be me." She rolls over on her stomach, looking away from you for the moment. She bends her legs crosses the calves, so that her heels are just a few inches away from the back of her thighs. The more she says and does things like that make you think more and more that Gwen has become very good at playing innocent, and below her actual age, for a long time, and you're the only one to realize it. Although now that you realize it, you don't really care. Check that. You do care. It's very hot. That may not have been your cousin's original intention for adapting that particular attitude, but it seems she clearly knows the effect it is having on you.
Freshly excited, you remove the rest of your clothes, letting them fall on top of Gwen's. You move purposely over to Gwen's bed.
Gwen uncrosses her legs and gets her knees under her, getting onto all fours. "Let's be mommy and daddy doing it with you behind me. Can we do it that way, Max?"
"Doggy-style?" You'll do it with Gwen in any possible position, if you have the choice.
"Doggy-style?" Gwen echos, giggling. "That's a cute name for it. Does that mean I'm a bitch?"
"Gwen, language." It comes out automatically, from years of you and your family always treating your cousin as the baby. You realize the ridiculousness of the words even as you are saying them. Gwen does to, because she starts giggling even harder now.
"Sorry, Max," she manages to get out between giggles. "I'm being naughty, aren't I?" She wiggles her shapely bottom at you as you get on the bed behind her. "You should teach me a lesson. Like they say... 'Spare the rod, and spoil the child'."
You grab onto Gwen's hips. "I think you've been spoiled for a little too long, Gwen." Knowing that she is still wet from watching you and Sam earlier, you thrust yourself into her. Gwen's giggles are cut off immediately and replaced with a moan as her back arches in pleasure at the feel of your cock penetrating her again.
"It's okay to keep spoiling me," she says softly. "Just don't ever spare me your rod."
You heed her advice, and keep giving her your hard cock. Her innocent words and behavior of a minute ago notwithstanding, she was clearly very sexually excited the entire time. Her body eagerly accepts your thrusts, even if she is still very tight. Given her skinniness, you suspect that her tightness might be something that she's not going to lose for a while, if ever. Even when her cute little stomach gets fat with your baby.
"You're getting much better at the mommy and daddy game," Gwen tells you, grinding her body back against yours. "But to be really good at it, you're going to have to make me an actual mommy." Her pussy squeezes your cock as it plunges in and out of her moist depths. "And Sam, too."
Gwen still doesn't seem jealous at all of you and Sam, other than in the kitchen when she alluded that she had wanted you far longer than your sister. It's either a very expert act on her part, just like the innocence act, or she just doesn't have a jealous bone in her body.
"You'd like you and Sam to be pregnant together?" The idea of both Sam and Gwen, their belly's swollen with your progeny, makes you quicken your pace.
Gwen responds to your faster thrusting with a low groan before responding. "Do you think it's a coincidence that my mom and your mom got pregnant at the same time? With their current babies, or with you and Nancy?" Shifting her weight to one hand, she reaches out and grabs a baby doll from where it sat at the head of her bed. "The women in our family love being pregnant together. It's the only thing that makes being pregnant even more fun for them." She clutches the doll against her naked body with one arm, still holding the rest of her body up with the other. "I want what they have right now. And I'm not the only one."
"Sam wants it, too?" The talk of pregnancy from Gwen turns you on even more, especially the specifics of what she is talking about.
Gwen laughs. "It's genetics, Max. The women in our family can't fight it. Any more than they fight their love of having a baby around." She groans again as passion gets the better of her. "But there hasn't been a new one for eighteen years... which is why they're all okay with me still acting like a little girl."
What Gwen said all made sense, now that you thought about it. Including the crazy indulgence both families had shown for Gwen, and their inability to see that she was now a woman. Even now, after having taken your cousin as your lover, and even as you fucked her, the contrasting images of Gwen as woman and child still fought for control in your head. But you also sensed something beyond what Gwen was saying explicitly. With two babies soon to be born, Gwen would be displaced as the baby of the family. You wondered how much that factored into her bold decision to leap headward into womanhood and motherhood with you.
That was something to think over at another time, not when you were having sex with her. The thing that mattered now was that she was letting you fuck her, pretty much any time you wanted to, and wanted your baby bad. Which was good, because you wanted to fuck her quite a lot, and wanted to give her your baby very bad.
Gwen keeps clutching the baby doll to her chest as you fuck her, even as she has to brace herself on the bed harder with her other arm as your lovemaking becomes more impassioned. The doll again highlights the child/woman divide in Gwen. As you watch, Gwen brings the doll to her face and murmurs softly to it. "There is going to be one of you in me soon."
You can't take the talk of pregnancy any more. You thrust so hard into Gwen that she yelps and actually drops the doll, then moans loudly as she feels your sperm filling up her insides again.
"That's it, Max," she begs, struggling to get the words out as orgasm overtakes her skinny body. "Make me a mommy. Do that, and we both win the mommy and daddy game..."
You do your best to oblige, although the matter is largely in the control of your sperm now, as they swim to join their brethren that you planted earlier. You send them some company for the voyage as Gwen moans again. If Gwen is at all fertile today, the odds of at least one of your little guys finding success seem to be pretty good.
"I already feel like I won," you say, catching your breath.
Gwen giggles again, although there's also a hint of a purr to it. "We won, just at a different game for now. We won't know if we won the mommy and daddy game for a while yet." She moves her pussy up and down on your cock slowly. "Although we can keep playing the game until we know for sure. And even afterwards."
"I like the sound of that," you respond, and start to tighten your grip on her hips again.
"Wait, Max," Gwen chastises. "I've had my turn. We'll have company soon."
"Oh, right." You had forgotten that Sam had said that she might come over after she was done with the dishes.
As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. Before you could react, Gwen had already yelled out "Come in!" You realized that you hadn't locked the door earlier when you shut it. Your cock still buried in Gwen's pussy, you turn to look at the door as the handle turns and it slowly opens.
Is it Sam, as expected, or someone else?
