Why not finish what you started with Sam
From Torg Adventure
Sam looks at the bed. "I guess we should finish what we started."
"Oh?" You say, raising your eyebrows. "You do want to have sex today then?"
Sam's face predictable reddens. "I meant getting the bed ready!" Then she looks away from you. "Although we are already naked... and it would get it out of the way, so I could get on with my life..."
"And you're kind of horny still from earlier, aren't you?"
Sam's face reddens again. "I was masturbating, you idiot. It's not like I was horny for you." She sighs. "But part of me wants to do it... get it out of the way." She glances back at you. "Like setting a broken bone. It's best to do it sooner rather than later, and get the unpleasantness behind you."
You can't help teasing her, because it gets her riled up so much. "Do you want me to get behind you then?"
On cue, Sam colors again. "If we're going to do it now, you do it however you want." She looks at the bed. "Although if we did it standing up, we wouldn't have to worry about messing up the sheets." She clears her throat a little nervously. "And I might, um, bleed a little."
"We've got more sheets," you counter.
"Yeah, we do," Sam says. Then she looks at you, a little angrily. "So you didn't need to make me swallow! We could just have changed the sheets."
"You said it wasn't that bad."
"That's not the point!" Sam says. "I didn't have to do it is the point." She looks at the bed. "Although I do have to keep my word to you to let you have sex with me. And it sounds like you want to... do it on the bed." She licks her lips absentmindedly. "Besides, you can't have much more of that stuff left after what I swallowed, and whatever you left in Amy."
You smile. "Yeah," you admit. "I want to be on top of, feeling your body beneath mine as we fuck."
Sam blushes. "That's... graphic. More than I needed to know, at least." She looks wistfully at the door out of the room. "So, are we officially doing it now, then? Is this the time you collect? Right here and now?"
You look around at Sam's workout room. "Yeah, here seems good. Where it all started. And right now seems perfect as well."
Sam lays an old thick blanket over the top of the bed. "Maybe this will help later, then." She lays on top of the blanket, with her normal gracefulness, her long frame taking the full length of the folding bed.
She moves around a little on the bed, trying to get comfortable. The guest bed isn't the most comfortable thing in the world. "Okay, Max, I'm not going to tell you to hurry, because that goes against the spirit of the deal. But please don't take longer than absolutely necessary."
You sit down on the bed next to Sam, looking down at her beautiful body. "Since this is the real thing this time, I'm assuming touching is allowed?"
Sam gulps just a little, looking up at you. "It wasn't allowed last time, and you still did it. Although yes, touching is technically allowed this time." She steals a look at your cock. "Although it looks like it's not needed for you, and I'm... well, I'm still... moist." Her nose wrinkles a little as she says the word.
"Oh, believe me," you tell her, putting your hands over her breasts. "This is entirely needed." You gently squeeze her breasts, relishing the feel of them in your hands for the first time. They're firm and toned, just like the rest of Sam's body.
Sam looks down with as much indifference as she can feign as you fonder her breasts. "Did you do this to Amy too? It must have been the first thing you went for."
You actually don't remember if you touched Amy's rack or not. You spent more time working on her pussy and fucking her. "I don't think I did. And I think you underestimate just how nice your tits are."
Sam blushes again. Even after what has already transpired between you, she's still very quick to blush when flattered, or something even vaguely sexual comes up. "You don't have to keep telling me that. I know mine are small, especially compared to all the other girls in the family. Well, our immediate family at least," she amends, probably thinking of Gwen.
"You like hearing it though, don't you?" You continue rubbing her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under your touch.
Sam shrugs, trying to be nonchalant. "What girl doesn't like to hear nice things about her body?"
"Then let me see what other things I can find to compliment." You reach down between Sam's legs, causing her to involuntarily squeeze her legs together. But you can still feel her slit against your hand, and as Sam forces herself to move her thighs apart a little, you start running your fingers over it.
"I suppose you're going to tell me that that part of me is nice as well," Sam says skeptically, although you can sense that she does really want to hear a guy compliment her over her body, even if it was her brother.
"It is nice, Sam," you tell her truthfully. She had a nice pussy, without prominent labia. You could sense just by running your fingers over it that it was going to be tight. Despite your sister being the same height as you, apparently not everything scaled up in size on her body, especially on her athletic frame.
"I suppose you expect me to touch your penis now," Sam says simply. Before you can even respond, she reaches into your lap and wraps her hand around your cock. Maybe she just wanted to touch it herself, although it's not like you were going to tell her no.
"God, it's so hard," she says, her hand grasping it gently. She looks up at you. "You actually fucked Amy with that thing?" Then she goes back to looking at your cock. "Never mind, I saw you take it out of her, I guess. Although it was getting smaller then. Not... like this." Her hand runs up and down the shaft. "No wonder she called for help."
Her hand feels good on your cock, even if she's not doing much more than touching it. "Scared of it, Sam?"
Sam laughs, although it's a little forced. "I'm not scared of anything, Max. Besides, if Amy can take this, so can I."
"Amy's wasn't a virgin though."
Sam looks up at you in honest surprise. "She wasn't?"
You shake your head. "No, there were two guys before she slept with me."
Sam is silent for a moment. "Fuck. I'm the last virgin in our house." She doesn't sound happy about it.
"You won't be for long, Sam," you remind her, stroking her slit gently.
"Thanks to my own brother," she says, a little bitterly now. "I can't believe you're making me do this..."
"I'm not making you do anything, Sam," you tell her. You take your hand off of her pussy. "I didn't rape Amy, and I'm not gonna rape you either." You start to stand up.
The problem is, Sam won't let go of your cock, which isn't conducive to you getting too far off of the bed. "Don't, Max," she says, her hand a little firmer on your cock. "Sorry, you aren't making me do this. I agreed to this, and I will keep my word." She pulls you back down to a fully seated position on the bed via your cock. "This isn't how I planned on it happening, but it's going to happen, Max, and it's going to happen with you. It's just going to happen this one time, but I'll do what I can to make sure you enjoy it."
It's not like you were planning to actually leave. You know Sam too well to think she will back down from this. Still, you ask her one more time, for show. "Are you sure, Sam?"
Sam looks a little annoyed. "Did I stutter, Max?" She grabs your cock, pulling you towards her body now. "Get on top of me and fuck me, already."
You shrug a little, then start moving on top of Sam's body. She lets go of your cock, then suddenly looks down at it again.
"Wait, what about birth control?" She asks you.
You freeze in position partially over her. "I don't have any condoms."
"You used them all up with Amy?" Sam ask incredulously.
"Amy didn't make me wear one," you respond. "She didn't care about birth control."
"That doesn't sound like Amy," Sam says dubiously. "She's too smart to let herself get pregnant like that."
Not having a condom could get in the way of you fucking Sam right now, although actually having a condom would get in the way of knocking up your sister. You've got to find the way to salvage the situation somehow. You do have condoms up in your room, but you didn't want to use them, let along make a special trip upstairs to get them. There's a good chance Sam would change her mind by the time you made it back downstairs again. But Sam trusts in Amy's intelligence. Maybe you can use that to your advantage.
"Amy said that she was in a safe point of the month," you blurt out. Which was a total lie, as Amy had said nothing about this at all. She had just expressed not caring if she did get pregnant or not.
Sam looks thoughtful. "Amy and I are on the same cycle. I mean, all us girls are. We all started last week or so. We spend too much time together. So if Amy's safe, I should be safe too, although we should use a condom any way."
You're grasping at straws now, although Sam's level of concern does seem to have dropped. "Can a girl even get pregnant her first time?"
Sam scrunches up her pretty face. "I do seem to remember hearing something about that, but some people said it was just an urban legend."
"Are you going to not go through with this unless I wear a condom then?" You ask resignedly.
Sam again thinks for a moment. "I don't think using protection was ever specified, and it's a little late to be changing the rules at his time, I guess." She doesn't look too happy with her decision, though. "Besides, Amy must be right about us being in the safe part of our cycle. She seems to know everything."
She licks her lips a little absentmindedly. "Besides, how much of that stuff can you have left after what you used a few minutes ago, and whatever you left in Amy?"
"So you're saying you're okay with no protection?" you ask her.
"What I'm saying is to go ahead and fuck me without it, whether I'm okay with it or not. Amy seemed to think it was okay to do, unless she was actually trying to get impregnated by her brother."
"She wasn't," you assure her. Again, you remember Amy's indifferent to whether she got pregnant or not. "I guess maybe being around Mom and Aunt Karen made her think twice about the swollen tits, stomach, and the entire baby thing."
You catch Sam look down at her body as you say that, and it doesn't take a genius like Amy to figure out that Sam, intentionally or not, is now thanking about her own breasts and stomach expanding, and a baby growing inside of her.
"Yeah," Sam says softly. "I can't see Amy wanting that for herself. So I should be safe. Between that and the first-time thingy and your shortage of your stuff." She looks down and her body and up at you, from where you still were frozen partly over her body. "So I guess now is as good a time as any. There's only a small chance of a baby based on all of that.
You continue moving, position your body gently on top of Sam's. She accommodates your presence by spreading her legs and otherwise positioning her body to allow you to be on top of her that much more conveniently.
"Your being on top kind of pins me here," Sam observes. "You have me at a tactical disadvantage.
"You could just give up, then."
"I'm already giving up... well, my most important thing here today," Sam observes. "It feels weird to be in a position of weakness, physically."
You rub the head of your cock against her pussy. "How does this feel?"
"Just as weird, and scary, but still a little nice." She looks up at you. Your face isn't too far away from yours now. "You do have a nice penis, Max. Although I don't have anything to compare it with."
You move your 'nice' cock up against Sam's still wet slit, the head rubbing over her slit gently. You push into her, just a little, and come across the expected obstacle of her hymen, causing you to stop.
"Ready, Sam?" You want to make sure she's okay with this on more time.
"Stop asking for my permission for all of this, Max," Sam says with a little frustration. "You're in charge now, so you decide how we do from here. So just do it already before-" Then she goes suddenly silent, her head craned at a strange angle.
"Sam?" You're confused now.
"Shhhh!" Sam says, actually bringing her finger to her lips. She listens carefully. "Fuck, I think someone is coming down the stairs, Max."
"Maybe they're here to use the laundry, or the bathroom," you offer helpfully. You still haven't heard anything yet, other than the drumming of the blood through your ears.
"They're definitely coming, and they might be coming for here," Sam says, with growing franticness. "We need to get off of this bed, and into our clothes in about five seconds.
Yeah, that would be the prudent thing to do, you realize. Although your cock was just a centimeter away from being past Sam's hymen, and then it would easy to keep fucking her after that, as Sam's body was largely trapped under yours. Going through with fucking her now though would seem to have at least two downsides; Sam's wrath, and possibly interruption by whoever was coming down the stairs. Hell, they may still you and Sam struggling to get your clothes on. And the musky smell in the room might be hard to explain.
"Max, you heard me!" Sam reminds, fighting to keep her voice down. "Get off of me and we need to either hide or get dressed. Although part of you wants to take Sam now, since it's so close to happening. Or at least to wait until you determine more about who came downstairs and what they were going to do. Or Sam seemed to be getting increasingly desperate. It might be a good time to seek additional concessions from her, to secure your cooperation.
What next?
