Sam wants more
From Torg Adventure
Sam remains under you, the once cold and emotionally hard sister now warm and soft beneath you. She's surprisingly cuddly for someone with such an athletic body. It conjures up ancient memories of a much younger Sam hugging you in rare affectionate and girly moments from her otherwise tomboyish childhood. As the two of you became older, and you would have minded much less your big sister's increasingly interesting body being pressed against yours, that contact generally came when Sam decided she wanted to practice a throw or hold on you, and often times without advance warning. Even under those circumstances, more often than not it was worth whatever punishment she put you through for those tantalizing seconds of contact with her body. If she knew how much you enjoyed those moments, the only further contact you likely would have received would have been with her fists.
Sam is looking up into your face with a bemused expression on her face. "Your mind is drifting again, Max," she observes.
Dwelling on memories of those relatively tame instances of physical contact with Sam seems kind of silly under the circumstances, so you force yourself back into the present with very little effort. "Sorry, I was just thinking a little too hard, I guess."
Sam smiles. "Well, don't exert yourself on that too much, Peewee," she says. The dreaded nickname she had for you, although the way she says it this time, and given the situation you're now in, you find that you don't mind so much. "And speaking of exertion... well, you've apparently been exerting yourself quite a bit lately. With Amy, with Mom..."
"And I just 'exerted' with you, too," you smirk. "And all over your chest, earlier."
Sam blushes a little at the first part of your statement, and even more at the second. "Yes, and I enjoyed both. Even the chest one, even though I tried to convince you and myself I didn't." She sighs a little. "That was wasteful though. I should have just let you do me then." She thinks for a second. "Actually, I should have just given myself to you when you beat me yesterday. Then I could have had you for myself." Another pause. "Well, at least I could have had you first. You and Mom and Amy probably were going to happen at some point."
She glances at you suddenly then as something occurs to her. "Lisa?"
"No," you tell her. Something in her voice makes you glad of the answer you can honestly give her. There was always that grudge of sorts between these two sisters.
Sam snorts, but gets a satisfied smile. "You mean 'Not yet'. At least I'm not the last one to jump on the Max bandwagon. I should have guessed based on how she was still teasing you this morning." Her smile turns more gleeful. "Lisa will be pissed- and jealous- when she finds out she's the only one not to sleep with you in our family."
The idea of bedding the last member of your immediate family is appealing, although Lisa, Amy and your mom aren't foremost in your mind at the moment. "Don't worry about them, Sam. Right now, it doesn't matter what I have or haven't done with them."
Sam looks at you shyly. "It does if you've used up all your strength having sex with them, and don't have any more left for me right now."
You like how she's suddenly more coy about sex now that you aren't actively fucking, although you suspect that will change once she gets more excited again. "I think I could exert myself a little bit more, although Mom and Amy could be back from the shower in a few minutes, if that's an issue for you. This is Amy's room, after all."
Sam strokes your hair gently. "First of all, when have you known any of us girls to take a shower that didn't run excessively long?" She kisses you on the lips, gently. "Secondly, we both know what they're likely doing in there right now. With each other. The hot water will probably give out before they do." She kisses you again, more passionately. "And thirdly, I did tell you earlier that thinking about the idea of them watching us made me hot." She blushes again. "While I don't think that they're likely to walk in on us unless we take a very long time, it wouldn't be the end of the world if they did." She laughs self-consciously then. "Well, I say that now. I can't guarantee what would happen if I hear that door open. Don't underestimate the time it would take me to get out from under you and back in that closet. Although if nothing else, I think I definitely could work my way up towards putting on a show for them." Her arms go around your shoulders sensually, and a little possessively. "It may take a lot of work to get there. A lot of hot, sweaty work, involving the two of us in bed, and likely other locations."
"Mmm..." you muse, putting your arms tighter around Sam as well. "With all that work ahead of us, we should really get started as soon as possible."
"Definitely," comes Sam's sexy response.
"Like, very soon."
"I'd say immediately, actually," Sam purrs.
"That soon?" You tease her. "Because I was thinking I should get some food or something first. You know, build up the stamina."
Sam sighs with mock exasperation, then bites her lip, smiling impishly. "Max, just shut up and... well, start fucking me again."
"Swearing, Sam? That's not like you." The teasing continues, but the fucking also starts as you gently start gliding your cock in and out of Sam again.
"I've been doing a lot of new things recently, if you haven't noticed." Sam's eyes close as she takes a moment to focus on the feel of your cock moving in her. And it's not like I didn't say some pretty naughty things the last time we... fucked." She gets the word out with an effort.
"Then you went shy again once you got what you wanted from me," you teasingly accuse her.
Sam looks at you in mock outrage. "What I wanted from you? You ungrateful ass, PeeWee! You wanted that just as bad as I did!" The faux outrage disappears from her voice. "And I guess I get a little less... inhibited once my libido gets going." She closes her eyes again and takes in a deep breath of air. "Like it's starting to do right now." She shifts her body under you, giving your cock better access. "So you can expect more swearing very shortly. And probably talk about Mom and Amy watching. And really insane stuff like you... doing dangerous things with your cum. Like where you leave it."
"You don't want me to put it it where I left it last time?" You ask her.
On cue, Sam blushes again. "I know I shouldn't want that. I should want you to use protection. I did want that, actually, right up until I was watching you from the closet, and saw how much Amy seemed to like it. And the talk about... babies, and being pregnant." She sighs. "God help me, Max. It just seemed so right at the moment when we were first doing it to let it happen. I still feel a bit of that, although there's still some of the 'Sam, girl, what the hell are you thinking?' going on too. But it sounds like Mom and Amy are already on board with the Max breeding project... and Mom always wanted me more involved in family activities..." Sam makes a show of hooking her long legs around you, her ankles crossed behind the small of your back. "I guess I can't get more involved in family activity than this." She uses her legs now to help pull you into her with each thrust.
"I like your definition of family activities," you tell her enthusiastically, while continuing to screw her just as eagerly. "Especially when it turns into a family-making activity..."
Sam laughs. It's different than her normal laugh, which you didn't get to listen to all that much. It's throatier, which probably has something to do with her extremely aroused state and heavy breathing.
"'Family-making activity'," she slowly echoes your words. "I like that." A wicked gleam appears in her eyes. "Actually, I fucking love it..." She says the obscenity slowly, and with some satisfaction, and little to no reserve. "We're making a family here... a better one, with both mother and a father..."
Sam's father was a bit of a sore spot with her, most notably because your mom never told her who he was. A large part of this might have been due to your mom's age when she had Sam, which could have presented legal difficulties for her father. As far as you knew though, your mother had not volunteered any information as to why she'd never revealed your oldest sister's paternity. At least you knew who your father was, even if he was a complete dick as far as you were concerned. Sam obviously wanted a different experience for her children. You were pretty much on board with that sentiment. It's not like it could be that hard to be a better father than the ones you and your sisters had.
"I could definitely be a part of that," you tell her, in answer to the implied question in her statement. "But Mom did do a good job of raising us, all things considered."
Sam starts giggling then, which you haven't heard her do for quite some time. "Yeah, because what we're doing right now isn't completely dysfunctional."
You have to chuckle at her observation. "Yeah, you have a point. I could stop, if you want."
"Don't you dare!" She wraps her legs more tightly around you. "I just wanted to point that here we were, brother and sister, screwing each other while talking about our future babies." She loosens her legs a little, and speaks more softly. "And speaking of that, you could be screwing me a lot harder right now, you know?"
Yeah, you definitely could be. The pace had been a little slower this time, given that both of your needs were a little desperate for your second time with Sam, "Sorry."
"Less apologizing, PeeWee," Sam says with a lustful growl in her voice. "And much more fucking."
You let yourself hold back less now, and start moving more forcefully into her. "Yeah, Max, fuck me good with that big hard dick... mmmm..." Her legs continue working with you, trying to guide your body in and out of her. "God, how is that thing still hard? How many times have you used it today?"
Good question. Fucking Amy first thing this morning. Then cumming while you were spanking her in front of your Mom later. Masturbating onto Sam's tits. Then back upstairs until you were summoned by Mom, and things really started getting crazy.
"I think I've lost track," you admit, feeling both sheepish and a little proud at that at the same time.
"Is it normal for a guy to be able to do this so many times?" Sam squeezes you with her pussy for emphasis. "Not that I'm complaining..."
"Nothing about this day has been normal," you observe. "But yeah, my boner just seems to keep coming back, and the cum keeps... coming. Maybe I'm a mutant."
Sam chuckles. "Maybe everyone in this family is. The female version of the gene makes us sluts, and the male version makes you into a stud. A sexual superhero. We're a family of superheroes, maybe."
You look down at where your two bodies are joined. "I like that idea. Maybe this will activate our Wonder Twin powers."
To your surprise, Sam gets the what to her should be an obscure reference and laughs. "We're not twins, little brother, but I think I still might be able to take on the form of a mother for you, if you give me a few months."
"I'd like that very, very much," you tell her. "And I can't believe you knew what the hell I was talking about..."
Sam blushes then, and bites her lip. "You're going to think this is really stupid..."
"No, I won't." You definitely want to hear what she has to say. And you don't dare let her think anything she thinks is stupid, for fear of getting pummeled, or losing sister privileges.
"Okay then, you asked for it." A pause while she moans as her body reacts to the continuing lovemaking, and then she speaks again. "Wonder Woman was my hero as a little girl. A strong, tall, Amazon that could take on anyone. I never missed a chance to read up on her, or watch her on tv. Well, when I could do it discretely, of course." She looks at you then. "I can tell you're thinking that's stupid," she says, disappointment registering on her face.
"No," you tell her, a wicked smile breaking out over yours. "I was just distracted by thinking about you dressed up as Wonder Woman..."
Sam looks startled for a moment, then gets a coy smile on her fave. "I think that could be arranged at some point. That sounds like... fun..." She leans up and whispers in your ear. "Do you want to fuck Wonder Woman, Max?"
You whisper back to her. "I think I already am, Sam."
Sam smiles blissfully. "Good answer. But I'm still planning on buying the damn costume as soon as I can." She moves her legs up higher, so that her ankles are crossed just under your shoulders now. "But for now, let's keep trying to activate those Wonder Twin powers." You keep pounding her, getting slightly better access now due to her raising her legs higher.
"Mmm... that feels even better now, Max. Harder!" You oblige, and she moans a little. Then she suddenly says, "Stop a moment, Max."
You stop, wondering what went wrong. The answer is, apparently nothing. Sam grabs onto her long legs and brings them up over your shoulders now, and you can feel her pussy open up even more to you. As soon as her legs are in place, you start fucking her again.
Sam moans and closes her eyes. "Oh fuck, Max. That spot you're hitting now... oh my God!" Her hands go off to either side, grabbing fistfuls of bedsheets and blankets.
You hold on tightly to the bed and keep fucking Sam in this new position. Her legs alternately go from bent over your shoulder to her grabbing onto them and holding them down against her chest without either variation apparently causing any difficulty to her flexible body.
"Keep fucking me, Max!" Sam pleads with you. "As hard as you can! I can take whatever you can give me... I want your cock in me... I want your baby in me..." She groans. "Fuck, I shouldn't have let you cum on my boobs earlier... I could have had that cum in me..."
"I haven't run out so far today," you tell her. "So keep hoping I don't lose my super-powers."
Sam looks at you wantonly. "Oh, they better not, Max. Because I need to feel more of your cum inside me, and we'll need all we can get to make that baby." She closes her eyes and moans again. "The more I talk about a baby, the hotter it makes me feel." Another moan, although she's also trying not to laugh. "Fuck... what is with our family, Max? I saw what Mom and Amy were like."
"Sorry, sis," you tell her, fighting to keep focused enough this close to orgasm to give her any kind of response. "I don't have an answer for you on that one."
Sam tries for a loud, exaggerated sigh, although it comes out mostly another moan. "Fine then. I'll just have to settle for an orgasm, and lots of cum..."
The first turns out to be easy enough to come by, and surprisingly enough, so is the second. You let your weight settle onto Sam, pressing her back and head further down on the top of Amy's bed as your cock seeks the deepest spot it can reach before a flood of cum escapes into her quivering womb.
"Do it, Max!" Sam calls out, her voice breaking slightly. "Fill my pussy with your baby stuff! Make your sister into a mother... make us into our own family... a horny, dysfunctional, perfect little family..."
Her words seem to just amplify her orgasm, and yours as well, until she apparently loses the abilities to make words altogether, and only a keening noise comes out of her throat, even as your cum flows into her body.
"Oh my fucking God..." she finally gasps. "You did have more cum saved up. Lots of it." Gingerly, she takes her legs off of your shoulder and maneuvers herself back into missionary position without needing you to pull out of her. "I'm going to be sore tomorrow." She puts her arms around you. "But I think I found my new favorite workout. Except this one isn't going to keep me trim. It's going to make my belly nice and fat."
What next?
