Marcy had had been kissing the first man on Mars. She was giddy with excitement but the feelings of lust and a desire to have...a baby...his baby was growing inside her. This man deserved a harem of women to have his babies but she couldn't organize that, but she did have a sister.
Paul knew that the woman was waiting for him. He allowed some pictures to be taken, shook hands but made it clear that he was ill. He palmed the room key that the woman had given him. Already he knew that the spores were in her mind and she was a different person to when he first kissed her.
He came out of the lift and looked up and down the hallway for cameras. Having disabled the one in the lift. Nothing. He went to the Kennedy suite and knocked.
"It's open" said Marcy.
He pushed the door open and saw two women staring back at him. The first one had been kissing and another woman, same hair and skin color but shorter by a head or so. Both of them wore long black lingerie lace dresses that hug every curve of their bodies. As Marcy welcomed him in with phrase "Cum on in" she lifted herself to her full height, her tits swelled pushing up the fabric of her dress. Around her neck was a gold crucifix with Jesus on it.
She watched Paul Holmes walk in only about two steps. His eyes fell on the second woman.
"My sister decided to join us." Marcy looked over at her sister with a impish smirk.
She explained still playing with her cheap cross.
Paul still looked uncertain or non-committal.
"We share everything, together."
She reached out for her sister, being the model that both of them were. Her sister, Rachel, leaned into her older sister's embrace with an expression that said "don't you wanna play with me?" Although 21 she was still asked for id. She was playing the pervert angle or between them they could almost be mother and daughter, Marcy the MILF and Rachel her teenager daughter.
But as he entered the room and locked the door Marcy's nerves got the better of her and she slipped. Rachel having to hold her up.