Some rest for the wicked
From Torg Adventure
Sam keeps stroking your cock softly. "If we keep this up, I think we're going to break him," she observes bemusedly.
Gwen turns her attention away from Nancy's breast. "Max keeping it up doesn't seem to have been a problem so far." She takes her other hand and places it over Sam's hand on your tool, gently entwining her fingers with Sam's around you. "Although if I've started to lose track of how many times he's had sex today, it might not be a bad idea to give him a little rest."
"I need more sperm in me to make a baby," Nancy protests. "One time won't be enough, will it?"
"Oh, definitely not," Gwen answers quickly. "You'll need lots and lots of it. Just to be sure." Gwen smiles sweetly at you. "Probably involving progressively more complex sexual positions. Max and I have been trying a different one each time."
Nancy looks to where Gwen's and Sam's hands are gently rubbing you. "Does that help?"
Gwen giggles. "It sure doesn't hurt at all. Feels really good, actually."
Nancy looks at her sister and makes a face. "You know that's not what I meant. Will it help make me pregnant?"
"It will make the process of getting pregnant even more enjoyable." Gwen uses her free hand to run a finger over the head of your cock as her other hand keeps assisting Sam with stroking the shaft. "For both you and Max."
"Well..." Nancy begins coyly. "When can Max and I enjoy trying to get me pregnant again?"
Gwen turns back to Sam. "I think we created a monster."
"'We'?" Sam responds. "From what Nancy said earlier, this was entirely your doing." Her tone is playful, although you sense just a little undercurrent of something- possibly resentment- in it.
If Gwen notices Sam's tone, she ignores it. "Max is too good not to share with others." She leans over to kiss the head of your cock gently. "And we owe it to Max- and the world- to squeeze out as many Max babies as we can."
"I'd like a lot of babies," Nancy murmurs happily, a mixture of her normal bubbly personality and the alcohol talking. "I always have. I just figured it would be with... well, I have no idea who, other than once it was going to be Tom Cruise. The last person I was thinking of was Max."
"Funny," Gwen muses. "For me, he was always the first."
Sam rolls her eyes. "I think I'm going to barf."
"Morning sickness already?" Gwen asks innocently.
Nancy's eyes widen. "You're preggers first?" She sounds disappointed.
"No, I'm not pregger- pregnant," Sam says. "At least, I have no symptoms. It's probably been too soon. It's just that I didn't plan on having a baby. At least to the extent that the two of you apparently have."
"Then don't have one," Nancy says quickly. "Or at least not right away." Apparently realizing how urgent she was sounding, she talks a little slower now. "Maybe after you've taken some time to think about it."
"You just want to be the first one to have a baby," Sam accuses her cousin gently.
"And you don't?" Nancy retorts. "We all heard what you said at dinner. About how you should be the first, because you're the oldest, and all that."
"Well, I am the oldest." Sam looks at Nancy, then at Gwen. "The most mature, and the most responsible."
"I can be mature and responsible!" Nancy says, a little petulantly. "Well, I will be, by the time the baby comes along."
For someone that had been so adamant about you wearing a condom when this all started, Sam had really changed her mind. Part of it was just the sexual awakening she had gone through, but that wasn't all of it, you were thinking. You suspect that now it was almost a competition to her, between her two cousins and her, to see who would get knocked up first. And possibly, who would be the one to end up with you. Sam was the most competitive person you knew. She wasn't going to take this challenge lying down. Actually, she probably would. And kneeling on all fours, or standing bent over, or riding on top.
Nancy, for her part, despite her earlier shock at walking in you and Gwen, and the entire incest thing, was dead-set on getting pregnant first for her own reasons. Gwen has successfully maneuvered her sister into fucking you, for whatever reasons Gwen had, Not that you were complaining. Now that you had slept with Nancy, and taken your shy cousin's virginity, it seemed likely she would continue to see you as the best source of fulfilling her quest to become a mother. And Gwen? She claimed to have been in love with you for years. She's already said that she was in it for the duration.
"You know what's good for getting pregnant?" Gwen pipes up in the silence. "Unprotected sex! And lots of it!"
"Well, I've only had sex once." Nancy says, her gaze turning to you, almost accusingly.
"I'd say you're way behind, then," Sam says, a little smugly.
"Then it's only good sportsmanship that we give her a chance to catch up," Gwen interjects. "I mean, the two of us have both had sex with Max multiple times today. Nancy should get another turn."
"Max needs a rest," Sam says. She indicates your cock, still grasped in her and Gwen's hand. "Oh."
Apparently you'd had all the rest you needed. Maybe it had something to do with the continued stroking of Sam and Gwen's hands. The talk of pregnancy, and the girls effectively fighting over you no doubt helped as well, too.
"Come on, Sam," Gwen says, letting go of your cock. "Let's give Nancy some alone time with Max. You've already got a head start on her and me." She stands up and holds out her hand for her elder cousin. "Max is gonna need some more food to keep up his strength. I'll show you how to make his favorite sandwich."
Sam looks at your cock, and gives it another stroke. Then she glances at Nancy, before finally letting go of you and taking Gwen's hand. "Fine," she says, standing up. "Fair's fair, I guess. Besides, Nancy is only here because you got her involved, Gwen. Max came looking for me." Then, nothing else is said while Sam puts her dress back on, and Gwen puts on a bathrobe, before the two of them leave the room, shutting the door behind them. You're all alone Gwen's room with Nancy.
What happens between you and Nancy?
