You want all of her
From Torg Adventure
You look Maggie straight in the eye. "I want them both."
Maggie stares back at you in surprise, momentarily taken aback. "You can't choose both. It's one or the other, you idiot!"
"Why does it have to be one or the other?" You press her verbally, just as your body keeps pressing her physically. Even though her body keeps moving with you, her confusion and irateness with you have taken her a step back from orgasm. "I don't think that you're just one or the other of those. You're both, and much more."
"I am not that weak little girl," Maggie says, through gritted teeth. "What your family saw today was just an act, based on something I might have been long ago."
"I think it's still a part of you, Maggie," you tell her confidently. "You've hidden her away, but she's still there, and very real. Just as real as the tough you, even if I think that came much later. But I like them both."
"I'm crazy, kid, but I don't have multiple personalities," she says, but less fiercely than before.
"Not different personalities, just different facets to the one." You keep fucking her, with both of your orgasms seeming to be on hold for the moment, even if you don't know how long you can ward yours off. "You can be soft when you want to be, tough when you need to be. You can be a friend to me, and a lover too. You're more than just any one role Maggie. Way more than two. I've only seen those two aspects of you so far, but I'm liking everything I've seen, and if there's even more to you than that, then I want that too."
"Damn it, Max," Maggie tells you, a pleading tone in her voice. "Don't fuck this up for yourself. You can have the perfect girlfriend if you want... soft and obedient. Or you can have the best fuck-buddy you've ever had. Just tell me which one you want me to be, and I'll be it."
You take her chin in your hand. "Maggie, I want you to be you, even if I don't necessarily fully know who that is right now. But I want to know them. And I want you to be who are you for yourself as much as me. I don't want you to have to feel like you have to be somebody else when you're around me. You don't have to be the perfect girlfriend, or soldier, any more than you should have tried for so long to be the perfect daughter for our father."
You see Maggie struggling internally, although whether it's emotionally, or just to hold of cumming, or something else, you're not sure. "You expect that line of bullshit to get you any where, Max... kid?"
"I don't know, Maggie," you tell her honestly. "Maybe I've messed things up now. But if you want me to choose just one part of you, I can't. It's not fair to me. And it's certainly not fair to you. If you want to be just one of those things, you can. It's not really my choice at all. It's always been yours."
"Fuck!" Maggie moans loudly. You feel her fingernails dig into your back, painfully, in combined passion and frustration on her part. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Her emotions are moving closer to the top now. "It wasn't supposed to be like this, Max. You were supposed to be a one-time revenge fuck against my father, or maybe my ticket out of the military on a pregnancy discharge. Or you were supposed to be some stupid little brat that missed his daddy, so that I could beat the shit out of you!"
Maggie moves forcefully on the bed then, rolling over on top of you roughly with surprising strength, your cock still inside of her, and ending up straddling you in a kneeling position, her legs open wide. She moves up and down on your dick feverishly, making the bed creak much more loudly. She leans down slowly to put her face close to yours. "I should still beat the shit out of you, for all of this, Max. For saying all those stupid, stupid things about me." She moans, her eyes closing briefly. "For being such a complete asshole when a girl asks you a simple question..." Her eyes open, she looks down at you intensely, fire in her eyes, and just not from passion. "If you aren't going to decide, Max, then I'm going to. I choose tough Maggie. Tough Maggie that doesn't feel, and doesn't get hurt, and likes to fuck just for the fun of it, with no strings attached. So what do you say to that, Max? Tell me!"
"I'd say you lied then, Maggie," you tell her softly. "You chose, but it wasn't tough Maggie. It's not soft Maggie either. I think you chose the real Maggie."
Maggie looks confused. "How can you say that, Max? I just told you, I chose tough Maggie! Warrior Maggie!"
"Then why did you stop calling me 'kid'?" You ask her gently. Then you move your hand up to her face. "And why are you crying?"
A shocked look comes over Maggie's face. She moves her hand up to yours on her cheek, then up just a little further, to feel the wetness. "Oh, fuck," she says softly. Then the waterworks begin in earnest. Taking your cue, you move your hand behind her neck, and pull her head down far enough for your lips to meet hers. Her hand moves from her face to yours, and you feel her tears on your cheeks.
"Max..." she moans, breaking the kiss momentarily. "You are so dead after this is over..."
"It was totally worth it," you tell her. And then her mouth is pressed back over yours, and her pussy is incredibly tight around your cock one last time, before Maggie finally succumbs to her delayed orgasm.
"Oh my fucking God!" Maggie screams as she cums, her back arching, drawing her head away from you. Your head snaps back as well, as your feel every muscle in your body tense up before finally they find release through your cock and up into your sister's body. "Oh fuck!" Maggie cries out again as she feels your seed spouting up into her. "Stop it, Max! Stop making me cum so hard!" Her sweaty body bucks wildly on top of yours, so your hands fly to her waist to keep her from throwing herself off of you, even if it feels like she might be knocked off just by virtue of the explosion of cum you're unloading into her.
You think you can actually hear someone say something downstairs that sounds like it could possible be "Oh my god", even over the sound of the tv, but that is just on the edge of your perception at the moment. Your attention is focused on Maggie, and this incredible feeling of cumming in her, more powerfully than ever before.
"It won't stop, Max," Maggie cries out, her voice wavering. "I can't stop cumming..."
Neither can you. it seems. Even though you came just a little bit ago, you've apparently tapped into some previously unknown reservoir of cum and stamina to keep blasting spunk into Maggie's womb. It's as if your and Maggie's orgasms are somehow sustaining each other, making them longer and more powerful than they normally would be. Maggie undulates her hips, her body rocking over yours as she unconsciously works to give your seed better access to her body.
"Max... Max... Max..." Maggie recites, her body quivering with each mention of your name, although with slightly smaller intensity. Your cock responds by feeding her a little more cum each time, even though you'd thought there couldn't possibly be any more left to give.
Finally, almost mercifully, it ends for you and Maggie. She falls forward slowly on top of you, her head to the side of yours, and her breasts squeezing against your chest, nipples poking you hard. You're wondering if maybe Maggie has passed out again from the shear exertion of cumming so hard, and for so long, but then you feel her hands struggling for purchase on the bed, trying to lift her torso off of you a little bit.
Your roll gently to your side, letting her settle on her side next to you, your cock still in her. Both of you gasp for air, your bodies desperately trying to replenish their oxygen. Maggie seems to be struggling to speak, but is not having any luck. You're able to get words out before she is able to.
"Here's your chance, Maggie," you tell her softly. "Am I still dead after all of this, like you said earlier?"
How does Maggie respond? Or does she get the chance to?
