A crime scene re-enactment might help
From Torg Adventure
You have an idea that may help you get your cousin into bed with you. Literally, at least. And possibly closer to figuratively.
"There's got to be some way we can figure out what happened in here, and figure out who the guy was," you tell Gwen. "We've got clues that something happened, but there's got to be more to investigating a crime scene than just finding clues though. What would they do on tv?"
Gwen looks thoughtful. "Well, they could look for more clues than us." She runs a finger across the bed sheet, then raises it, rubbing her fingers between it and staring at it carefully. "They could check for DNA and stuff like that, which we can't do." She looks at the doorway. "They could interview witnesses, but you already said that you didn't hear anything, and it seems like all of the other possible witnesses are also involved in the case. Except your mother, and I'm not sure how to ask her about this." A frown crosses her face as she thinks things over. Even with the unpleasant look on her face, she's still very cute. Then it's almost as if a light bulb goes on over her head. She looks back at the bed then, a triumphant smile forming on her face as she gets an idea. You're hoping it's the one you wanted her to have.
"Max!" She turns towards you, clapping her hands together. "We could do an re-enactment of what happened last night! That might let us figure out who was here, other than Sam and Amy!"
"A re-enactment?" You fight to keep your own victorious smile off of your face.
"Yes!" Gwen is getting excited by the idea now, after realizing that there's still hope for solving this case. You are, too, but for different reasons. And it's a different kind of excitement. "Just like on the tv shows. That always helps them figure out something about the case, so maybe it will help us, too."
Gwen thinks for a moment. "You'll have to be the guy, of course. I can only be one girl, though. Amy is smaller, but then again, Sam has smaller boobies than Amy, so it would be easier for me to pretend to be her. And we're both redheads." She bends over again, and picks up Sam's bra and panties. Straightening up, she holds them in front of her, against the t-shirt she is wearing. "So, they were all in this room. Sam had been wearing a dress, but she would have taken that off, and would just be wearing these now. But then she takes them off." Gwen drops the bra and panties again.
"So, the guy would have taken his clothes off then, too." Gwen looks at you. "You're already not wearing a shirt, since you gave it to me, so we're good there. So, the next thing they would have done is gotten into bed." She moved over to Amy's bed and crawls onto it, then turns over and lies down on her back on it, taking care not to lie down on top of her hair. She scoots around a little, apparently trying to position herself as she thinks Sam would have. The shirt rides up her thighs a little as she does so, so she absentmindedly pulls it down.
"Okay, so now you have to lie on top of me," Gwen tells you, matter-of-factly. Then she giggles. "But try not to squoosh me."
You move over to bed, hiding the erection in your shorts as best you can. Gwen doesn't seem to notice. You kneel on the bed beside her, and then carefully climb on top of her, mindful of not actually "squooshing" her, nor letting your boner brush against her. She's a good bit shorter than you, so you choose to put your head at the same level of hers for the moment. Her legs are together, though, so you have to kneel over her slightly.
"You should move your legs apart a little, Gwen," you tell her.
She looks down. "Oh, okay." She moves her coltish legs apart, while holding the bottom of the shirt down with one hand, as it threatens to ride up a little again. You are able to get your legs between hers now.
"So, they're in bed together. Maybe Amy is in bed with them, or just watching." Gwen looks around the room. "This is what Sam would have seen when she was under the boy. I don't know if that by itself is all that helpful, though. I'm not seeing anything that gives me any ideas about who the boy might have been."
"What now, then?" You ask Gwen. Your body is on top of hers, but with most of your weight against your arms and legs. She feels nice under you.
"Well, I guess they would have done it then, I guess," Gwen says. "Sex, I mean." She looks a little embarrassed. "That's the entire purpose, isn't it? So I guess we're kind of at a dead end."
"Not necessarily," you tell her. "They wouldn't have started having sex immediately. There would have been some kissing."
"Kissing?" Gwen's voice is curious. "They could have done that before they got into bed."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean they couldn't have done it in bed, too," you respond. "It could have started with the guy kissing Sam's neck, like this." You start kissing Gwen's neck gently.
Gwen starts to giggle. "Max, stop that, it tickles!" She writhes a little under you on the bed, her tits rubbing against your chest through her shirt.
"Do you want to find out who is sleeping with Sam, Amy, and Lisa?" You remind her, still kissing her neck.
"I... yeah, I do," Gwen says. "I don't see how this is going to help, though."
You pull away from her neck and look into her eyes. "The better we can re-enact the crime, the more likely we are to find out more about it, right?"
Gwen looks back at you, innocently enough. "Yes, you're right, I guess."
You kiss her gently on the lips then. "More kissing?" She murmurs. "This is what they would have done next?"
You kiss her again. "Definitely."
She kisses you back, tentatively. "There's a lot more kissing in sex than I thought," she says. "And more kissing in the re-enactment than I thought." She accepts another kiss from you. "But it's kind of fun, even if it is make-believe."
You keep kissing her, and she seems to be getting into it more and more. You can feel her breath increasing against your own lips. You kiss her longer now, with more intensity. As your lips remain locked with hers, you let one hand move over one of her breasts.
"Max!" She exclaims, breaking the kiss with you, and looking up at you with wide eyes. "That's my boobie you're touching!"
"No, Gwen," you tell her softly, keeping your hand on her tit. "That's Sam's boobie right now, and it's the mystery boy that's touching it. We're just trying to figure out who he is." Your little cousin looks dubious, even if her face is flushed a little. "This is what they would have done next, I'm sure. This may help us figure out who he was."
Gwen looks conflicted. She's clearly not used to having a man handle her breasts, and this obviously isn't what she had planned. On the other hand, you knew she desperately wanted to find out what was going on with Amy. And just perhaps, she was enjoying your kissing her and touching her breast.
"Okay," she says finally. "I am wearing a shirt, after all. It's not like you're touching me directly." She pauses. "And we're both pretending to be someone else right now, so like you said, it's not really my boobie, or your hand."
You go back to kissing her, letting your hand squeeze her boob gently. Her nipple had softened after her adventure with the cold water in the shower, but it was starting to harden up again against the palm of your hand, even through the fabric of the shirt. You start to rub your thumb over it, causing Gwen to moan softly into your mouth now, but she doesn't protest. Instead, she seems to be getting into kissing you more and more.
After a minute more of kissing and playing with her breast, you your hand wander off her breast and down the side of her body, and down to the swell of her hip. Gwen's eyes look at you questioningly, even while she still kisses you eagerly. Then you try to slide your hand to the front of the shirt, and over her pussy.
"Wait!" Gwen says, breaking the kiss and jerking under you. Her hand grabs your wrist. "That's my kitty, Max! I don't think Mom would want me letting a boy touch me there."
"I don't think she'd want you to let a boy touch your breast, either," you reason with her. "But you let me do it."
"That was through my shirt, though," she says, biting her lip. "And you're my cousin. And it's for the case."
"This is still through your shirt, Gwen," you say gently. "And I'm still your cousin. And it's still for the case. We're just re-enacting some of the stuff that both Sam and Amy would have done with that boy."
"I... I don't know, Max," Gwen stammers, looking torn. "I mean, I guess you're right and all, but this still feels like something I shouldn't be doing."
You lay your hand on your stomach, just above where you imagine her pubic hair begins. "You do want to find out who is taking up all of Amy's time, right?"
"Yes." Gwen's tone is a little more sure now.
"Then trust me, Gwen," you tell her, kissing her gently on the lips again. Your hand slides down just a little over the shirt. "You trust me, don't you?"
"Yes..." she responds, nervously.
"Good." You slowly lets your fingers move down between her legs, feeling her pussy now through the fabric of the shirt.
"Oh..." she moans softly, her face turning red. "Max..."
You can feel her dampness leaking through the thin material of the shirt. She's gotten excited from the kissing and your touching her breast, apparently. She squirms as your fingers move over her, but otherwise doesn't protest.
You go back to kissing her, which seems to calm her, although she gasps when your finger finds her clitoris. You muffle her gasp by pushing your tongue into her mouth, causing her eyes to widen, but then you feel her tongue against yours. You french kiss her passionately as your finger plays with her button, causing her to moan and squirm some more. Then your hand reaches under the shirt and is rewarded with the feel of her sex directly in your hand.
"That's... that's me you're touching now, Max," she protests weakly. "It's not through the shirt anymore..." She doesn't make a move to stop you at all, though, her resistance apparently fading.
"It does feels good, doesn't it?" You lovingly rub her exposed clitoris, feeling the warmth of her pussy immediately below it.
"I'm not doing this to feel good," she says softly. "We're just supposed to be doing this to solve the case..."
"I think we are getting closer to solving the case all the time," you tell her. "And there's nothing to say that it can't feel good at the same time, right?"
"I don't think I'm getting closer to solving the case, though," Gwen moans softly. "I'm getting so confused... it's like my brain doesn't want to work anymore."
"That's how Sam and Amy felt last night, though, when they were with the boy." You run your fingers up her slit now, all slick with her juices. "You're feeling what they felt."
"Feeling... what Amy felt..." Gwen closes her eyes, as if imagining that she's her cousin now.
"And I'm sure she felt this," you whisper. Then you take her hand and slide it into your shorts.
Gwen's eyes widen as her hand brushes against your cock, and she tries to jerk her hand back. "Max! That's your penis." Her fingers involuntarily touch your cock again as you hold it in place. She's not resisting you too much. "And it's so... hard..."
"Go ahead and touch it some more," you prompt her eagerly.
"I can't!" She protests, but then as you move her hand closer to you, you feel her fingers circle around you. "I can feel your heartbeat," she whispers softly.
"Stroke it," you tell her.
She obeys, clumsily at first. "I don't get how this helps us find out who the guy is, Max," she says, looking at you again.
"It helps us find him," you tell her gently. "Because right now you're holding the same cock that Amy touched last night."
Gwen's eyes go wide, and she actually gasps. "It was you, Max? You're the guy that is having sex with Sam, and Amy?"
"And Lisa," you remind her. Her hand is moving less awkwardly over your cock now.
"Why, Max?" She asks you, her mind truly blown. "Why are they having sex with you? Their own brother? They aren't supposed to do that." She looks at you again, more accusingly. "And why are you taking Amy away from me?"
"Because, Gwen," you tell her patiently. "Because I love my sisters, and what I do with them feels good. And it makes us feel so close." Maybe Lisa not so much, but Gwen doesn't need to know that.
"Close?" Gwen whispers.
"Very close," you respond. You untangle her fingers from your cock, and pull down your shorts. "As close as a man and a woman can be."
Gwen looks down with a start at your naked cock. "Max! We can't!" She squirms under you a little. "Mom wouldn't like it."
"You love me though, Gwen, don't you?" You look deep into her eyes. "Because I love you very much."
Gwen looks back up at you. "...yes, I do love you more than any other guy I know, Max," she finally says, reluctantly. Without a brother or a father that is known to her, you've been the main male influence in her life.
"And you do want to be close to me, don't you?" You alter your position over her, aligning your body with hers slowly, so as not to startle her too much.
"Yeah," she says, but not sounding too confident. "But this is..."
"This is what Amy and I do," you tell her firmly. "This is why Amy avoided you today, because she and I are making love, just like me and Sam, and me and Lisa." You kiss her forehead gently. "But if I make love to you, then there is no longer that secret... that difference to keep you two apart."
"So I should let you do this to me, so that Amy and I can be friends again?" Gwen's voice has mixed hesitation and hope mixed into it.
"Yes," you whisper emphatically, and let the tip of your cock brush against her cleft.
Her little body jerks again. "Max, I don't know about this. My brain is all fuzzy right now, but Mom told me I shouldn't have sex until I am older."
"Your mom is always going to tell you that," you tell her. You rub the tip of your cock up and down her slit. "She wants you to be a little girl forever, when you're already a woman. You don't want to be her baby forever, do you?"
"No," Gwen says, shaking her head emphatically. "I've started to get a grown-up body now."
"Yes, you have," you told her, and start applying pressure against her opening.
"Max!" She says, squirming again. "I'm not so sure this is a good idea." Her petite hands clutch at your shoulders.
"Amy thought so too, last night," you tell her. "She didn't think she'd enjoy a cock in her, until I was actually inside of her." You start pushing into her, just a bit. Gwen moans and squirms, but the head of your cock finds her hymen.
"We're actually going to do this, aren't we?" Gwen asks you, seeming almost in shock.
"Yes," you tell her, pressing your cock now against her hymen, harder and harder.
"Shouldn't we use a condo then?" She asks, just a hint of concern in her voice. "Or do this standing up?" Despite her brain being, by her own admission, a little fuzzy at the moment from the strange emotions her body was experiencing, she still had the presence of mind to be concerned about pregnancy. Even if her education on birth control seemed a bit lacking. Maybe you could put on a condom, for her peace of mind. There had to be one of those sabotaged ones still around here somewhere. Or if you wanted to appease her fears, you could have sex with her standing up, even though that would offer zero actual protection from conceiving. And then, even with this little angel lying beneath you, ready to be taken, there was another little angel sitting on your shoulder, telling you not to sully your young, pure cousin.
Take Gwen as she is, use a (doctored?) condom, take her standing up, or something else?
