Dry off, get dressed, and head back downstairs
From Torg Adventure
Maggie turns off the water, then grabs two towels from the rack outside the shower, handing one to you. She starts drying off her hair as you work on drying yourself as well. Just like everything else she does, there's no wasted motions. Even when having sex, her actions are efficient, devoted to maximizing her and her partner's pleasure. So even with the extra work needed to get her hair mostly dry, she's still finished at the same time you are. Throwing the towel over her shoulder like when you first saw her this morning, she steps out of the shower and heads for the bathroom door. More modestly, you wrap your towel around your waist and follow her as she opens the door and heads back to your room. You don't encounter anyone out there, not that you think Maggie would be phased by it.
"Don't worry about the door, Max," Maggie says, tossing your underwear at you after she goes into your room. "We won't be here long."
You manage to catch your shorts. Despite her words, you close the door most of the way before pulling them on, while you watch her pull on her panties. You see her matching bra dangling off the edge of your dresser, so you grab that and helpfully hand it to her.
Maggie takes the pink bra and looks at it for a moment thoughtfully, then sticks it under the covers of your bed. "Oops, in our hurry to get naked, I got careless, and misplaced my bra. I'll just have to go without one for now." She returns your curious stare. "Plausible deniability, Max." She grabs her dress and starts pulling that on over her head. "'Course, there shouldn't be any confusion in their minds at this point about what went on up here."
While you finish getting dressed, Maggie goes over to your the mirrored sliding doors of your closet and takes a minute to brush her hair, stopping short of actually getting it fully organized.
She turns to you once she apparently has her air artfully disorganized enough for her taste, seeing that you're fully dressed. She walks over to you in her bare feet, seeming to have decided to skip her boots. She rumples your hair a little, part affectionately, and partly for effect. Then she stands on her tiptoes to give you a quick kiss on the lips.
"C'mon, babe, let's head downstairs," she urges, a little bit of excitement in her voice. "We've got to get you some sister snatch. And not mine, this time." She kisses you again quickly, smiling slyly. "There will be plenty of time for mine later."
She looks down at her chest, covered by the light fabric of her sundress. "Since I've ditched the bra, and we're going down to meet the family and all that, maybe I should have some pokies going when we're down there. Maybe you could lend me a hand with getting my high beams on. Two hands, preferably."
You don't need much more invitation than that, and start fondling Maggie's breasts through the front of her dress. It only takes a few seconds of work to get her nipples erect, and when you force yourself to pull your hands away from them, they make a nice outline for anyone who wants to to look at.
"Yeah, that works, Max," Maggie comments. She grabs your hand then. "It's showtime then, I guess."
You leads you out of your bedroom by the hand and towards the stairs down. She's a good two inches shorter now without the boots, and maybe her not being soldier Maggie anymore makes her seem just a little bit more petite as well. Her grip on your hand is firm, and not too tight, but you still sense the strength in it. And now it's almost like there's a little electric current that runs between your bodies when you touch, even at relatively innocent times like her mussing your hair or pulling you by the hand.
As you get to the turn in the stairway, she stops and holds up one hand, and starts making gestures with it while peeking around the corner to the rest of the stairs down. To your credit, you recognize them as the signals given to other soldiers in movies and video games to convey information, but you're totally clueless on it. When Maggie looks back to see how you are doing, she looks confused for a moment, then seems to have trouble keeping from laughing.
"Sorry, hon," she says, only slightly meekly. "Old habits die hard. And that's only after Bruce Willis is there and does his Yippy-Ki-Yay MotherFucker part." She holds up her fingers to your mouth, keeping you from talking. "I'm going to see if I can hear them talking from here, and get any intel."
Maggie stops talking then, and keeps her hand firmly over your mouth to keep you from saying anything. She cocks her head towards the last leg of the stairs, and the living room that lay at it's bottom.
"-and if I ever had, hypothetically, ever snuck a boy or two into the house," Lisa was saying. "I was never that loud." She seems a little annoyed about you being allowed to have Maggie share your room and your bed.
"And, hypothetically, I appreciate your discretion." Your mom sounds a little weary, perhaps either because of this conversation with Lisa, or perhaps from listening to you and Maggie fucking overhead.
"Maybe you just weren't enjoying it enough to be loud," Amy says. "...hypothetically."
Lisa scoffs. "Are you saying Max is a better lover than any of my guys?"
"No, no," Amy says quickly. "I'll bet Maggie is just the kind of girl that knows what she likes, and I'll bet she can coax the right performance out of whomever she's with."
Lisa laughs, a little cynically. "A girl doesn't have that much fun by herself, Amy. Max probably had a little bit to do with it."
"So now you're saying that Max is a great lover?" Sam interjects. "Do you have some personal experience on this we should hear about?"
"Girls..." your mom protests, her voice sounding resigned.
"I have never fucked our brother!" Lisa's voice is annoyed, although not as outraged as your might expect, given the accusation.
"Not for lack of trying!" Sam's voice rises a little. "You keep throwing yourself at him all the time."
"Not throwing," Lisa says, her voice calming a little. "More dangling myself in front of him, then getting out of the way at the last minute. It's called teasing, Sam. It's... liberating."
"I really wish you didn't tease your poor brother like that, Lisa," your mom says. "Getting him that frustrated isn't a good thing, especially with him being your brother."
"Fine, no more teasing the little brother," Lisa says innocently.
"Good!" Sam sounds satisfies.
"No more teasing," Lisa repeats. "I'll let him fuck me next time."
"Mom!" You hear disbelief in Sam's voice, and just a little bit of whining.
"Lisa!" Your mom says sharply. Then, more quietly, "Sam, your sister was just trying to get a reaction out of you. She was just making a joke, and a poor one at that. Right, Lisa?"
"You're the one who said no more teasing Max," Lisa says, dodging the question. "That could imply no longer withholding the goods from him."
Maggie looks at you and smiles, clearly enjoying eavesdropping on this conversation. "I'm really beginning to like your sisters, babe. They're fun." Her voice is very quiet, so as not to either be heard downstairs, or interfere with what you are hearing.
You hear your mom sigh. "You know very well what I meant, Lisa. It's not like we haven't talked about this before."
"Before?" Amy pipes up. "You've talked to Lisa about not having sex with Max before?"
There's a pause before your mom answers. "I've talked to her about not teasing Max before."
"She told me not to let him bone me, either," Lisa responds impishly. "Multiple times, actually, going way back. She seems to think it was a real possibility I'd screw him."
"It's not like you're all that selective about who you sleep with." Sam's voice has some contempt in it.
"I don't sleep without a guy without a reason, Sam," Lisa retorts. "Even if it isn't clear to you. And there's such a thing as being too selective. Especially when you're so selective you've still a virgin..."
"Lisa!" Your mom says, louder than before. "Your sister's sex life is none of your concern."
"Then why is mine?" Lisa sounds angry again. "Why am I the one that's told who I can and can't fuck, and where I can and can't fuck them? I'll bet you never told those two not to screw our brother, or not to have their guys spend the night."
Another sign comes from your mom. You sense that she's pretty much lost control over the conversation at this point. "First of all, your sisters have never asked to have any boys over-"
"And I still won't, Mom," Amy says, a little too firmly.
"And secondly," your mom continues. "You're the only one of my daughters that I worry about actually having sex with your brother."
You hear Sam laugh triumphantly. Her rivalry with Lisa went way back, although you aren't sure of the reasons for it. She enjoyed it any time that her sister got taken down a peg, and the feeling was apparently mutual.
"Okay, clarification," Lisa says. "He's my half-brother..."
Your mom's voice is firm, as she tries to reassert control. "Doesn't matter."
"And regardless of our degree of relation," Lisa continues. "I've never seriously considered letting him do me."
"'Seriously considered'?" Sam repeats Lisa's words back to her. "So you have considered it less seriously, then?"
"Oh, like you haven't ever thought about it, Sam?" Lisa asks contemptuously. "I mean, we did grow up all together, in this house. We all were going through puberty at the same time, and this place was full of hormones. You can't always control what you dream about, can you? Or what ideas crawl into your head when you're frigging yourself in the shower."
"Lisa!!" Your mom's voice is louder, and is taking a pleading tone now.
"Max isn't that bad looking a guy," Lisa continues, undeterred. "And you can bet your ass that he's thought about doing every one of us."
"Me?" Amy asks, incredulously.
"Yes, you. All of us girls." Lisa's voice takes on a knowing tone. "It's a common fantasy among men. More than one of them wanted me to pretend to be their sister in bed."
"Think he wants Mom, too?" Amy asks.
"Amy!" Your mom is sounding exasperated now.
"Sure, why not?" Lisa replies. "She's still pretty young, and hot. Definitely MILF material." You hear your mother just sigh then, loudly.
"This entire conversation is getting more disgusting and disturbing by the moment," Sam mutters loudly.
"And you've never, ever thought about our brother in a sexual way, Sam?" Lisa retorts. "Not even accidentally, because you dreamed about you and him doing it or something?"
"Never!" Sam's response is quick and angry.
"Not even just a few minutes ago, when we were listening to him fucking the hell out of his girlfriend?" Lisa persists, her tone a little mocking. "We all got kind of quiet when it was going on, listening to our brother nail that Maggie chick just a few feet over our heads, and hearing how much she was enjoying it. Even the tv couldn't make it go away. You didn't start wondering what you might have been missing, and start getting just a little bit wet and tingly? Because I know that I sure-"
"Lisa!!!" Your mom says, in a tone of voice rare for her. "That will be enough!"
"Sorry, Mom," Lisa says, abashedly. That was a tone just as rare for her.
"There will be no more talk about your brother in such a manner, got it?" Your mom goes on angrily. "And there will be no naughty business between any of your girls and Max. Especially you, Lisa, but for the record, that holds true for any of us here, okay?"
"I never said I would actually do him," Lisa protests, more quietly. "I was just making a point."
"You were being perverse!" Sam says accusingly.
"Look, let's put this issue to bed," your mom begins, before Lisa's snort of laughter stops her.
"Okay, pour choice of words," your mom concedes. "Okay, we're not going to talk about this anymore. Yes, there have been times when there has been some... tension in this house, and I probably haven't set the best example of sexual restraint for my family to follow. But, if nothing else, I think your brother is finding an outlet for his tension."
"Maggie," Amy says softly, and perhaps unnecessarily. And perhaps a little too dreamily.
"Speaking of which, what the hell is up with her?" Lisa sounds actually concerned suddenly. "Where did she come from, and why is she so into Max? Something's going on there."
"As you said before, your brother isn't that bad looking," your mom says, her tone quieter than before. "Is it too much to believe that he found a girl that likes him? She seems nice enough."
"I like her." Amy says, unsolicited. "She seems really cool.
"I don't trust her," Lisa says stubbornly.
"Jealous?" Sam asks innocently.
"Concerned." Lisa says, uncharacteristically for her. "I don't mind teasing the hell out of our brother, but I don't want to see him get hurt."
"Okay, this conversation has been a riot so far," Maggie whispers to you. "And I've been given a lot of material to work with here, but I think it's time for us to make our appearance. Before they start thinking I'm a witch or something, and start up with the torches and pitchforks." She squeezes your hand and bounces down the flight of stairs to bring you back to your family.
What happens next?
