Brunch and some choices
From Torg Adventure
You let Gwen lead you downstairs, struggling to keep up with her as she hurries down the stairs. For a smaller girl, especially compared to Sam, she moves very fast. A lot of that can be attributed to the boundless energy she has always seemed to possess for as long as you can remember. Before heading out the kitchen door of your house, Gwen stops suddenly turns to you. She runs a hand through your hair then, apparently smoothing it down a little. Then she stands up on tiptoes to kiss you passionately on the lips.
"Remember, Max," she tells you solemnly. "I'll be as discrete as you want me to. And I don't care who else I share you with, even if it means every woman in our family." She kisses you again quickly. "I'll never be the one to make you choose." She grabs your hand again and leads outside and across the way to your aunt's house. You worry for a moment as Gwen keeps her hold on your hand as she opens their kitchen door and leads you inside, until you realize that Gwen has always dragged you by the hand when taking you someplace. It would be out of character for her not to do that.
Everyone is already at the table eating. Aunt Karen looks at you apologetically. "Sorry, Max. We decided to start early." She looks at her stomach and your mother's. "When you're eating for two, you can't always wait."
Lisa glances up over a bite full of food. "And the rest of us were just hungry." High metabolisms, and healthy appetites always defined the women in your family. Although as you've discovered recently, the voracious appetites seem to extend to more than just food.
Your mom swallows some food, then looks at Gwen. "Was he up when you got there?"
"Oh, he was totally up," Gwen says innocently. "We just ended up screwing around until just a few minutes ago."
"Well, I'm glad you both came," your mother continues. "We were about to send Sam over to check on the two of you."
Ouch. That could have been bad if they had decided to do that a few minutes earlier. Sam walking in on you having sex with your cousin could have gone terribly bad in so many ways. There's a part of your mind that wonders if it could have gone terribly right though.
There's two spots still left open at the table, between Sam and your aunt. Gwen leaves your side and takes the spot by her mother. You sit down by Sam, who just glances up at you as you sit down. Like Gwen, she can be discrete as well. She's wearing jogging shorts and a t-shirt over a sports bra, her normal running outfit. She probably came to breakfast right from her morning run.
Aunt Karen scoops what's left of the food onto two plates and passes them down to you and Gwen. "Sorry, kids. There's not much left."
"Yeah, Peewee," Sam says, her head still down over her plate. "You'll just have to have something else later." The tone is regular Sam. The hand on your thigh to completely slut Sam.
"Sam!" Your mother looks at your sister. "Stop calling him 'Peewee'. He's been as tall as you for years now." She takes the last bite of food off of her plate. "You should be nicer to your brother."
"Sorry, mom," Sam says politely. Her hand slides over your cock under the table. "I'll see what I can do about that." Then her hand reluctantly leaves your groin.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Gwen smile slightly, and realize that she apparently knows what was going on under the table. She could just be a very good actress. But you actually begin to think that she actually meant it when she said she's okay with your being with other women, as long as you're also still with her.
Sam takes her napkin out of lap and puts it beside her empty plate. "Actually, maybe Max and I could run out to the mall this afternoon and he could help me with my shopping. I was going to pick up some new outfits, and need someone to carry stuff for me, and to get their opinion on what I'm trying on."
"Well, no offense Sam, but you could definitely use some more clothes," your mother says gently. "Especially something less... sporty." She looks at Sam's current attire, which is pretty typical of her wardrobe. "Although your aunt was saying that Gwen needed some help with rearranging the furniture in her room today. I guess it's up to Max to decide which he does today. He can always do the other tomorrow, if that's okay with the two of you."
"I'm in no hurry," Sam shrugs nonchalantly. Her hand brushes your thigh momentarily though. "I was thinking of getting some more girly stuff though, for what it's worth."
"I've had my share of Max today." Gwen glances over at you. "Whatever he decides is okay with me."
Sam's talk of getting more girly outfits intrigued you. You wonder if she had something... special in mind. Her hand seemed to be hinting at that. But the idea of being alone with Gwen in her room sent some very interesting thoughts in your head as well.
Choose to spend time with Gwen, Sam, or do something else?
