Sharing My Room With s*s part 1



I woke up to a large rumble of thunder just in time to hear a gentle knocking on the

door. I looked over at the clock. It was still the middle of the night, and there was a

heavy storm outside. As I pulled myself awake, I saw my s****r Abby come into my

room carrying a sl**ping bag. She was wearing an old pair of pajamas, a blue

long-sleeved shirt with yellow dogs printed on it that buttoned up the middle and

matching pants.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, still confused from being half asl**p.

"Mom said I could stay in hear tonight," she answered.

"Why can't you sl**p on the couch?"

"The dogs." Our two German Shepherds had made the couch their bed years

ago, and we didn't have the will to train them better or the heart to throw them

outside.

I stared blankly at her for a second, seeing her in the light coming off my computer

monitor, which I had left on. I wondered why she was in pajamas she hadn't worn

since last year. They were old cotton worn fairly thin, and obviously too small. The

top was too tight across her chest, and spread open slightly between the buttons,

showing her skin.

"The storm broke the window in my room and the rain's pouring in there."

Waking up more now, I became aware from her voice how close to tears she

was. Finally having my wits, I got out of bed. "Of course, s*s, come on in. How bad

is it?"

She sat down on my bed. "I didn't even hear the glass break in the storm, but the

rain woke me up. It was pouring in on my bed and dresser and getting

everywhere. It looks like everything is going to be soaked. Mom said we'd have to

wait until morning to take care of it." I could tell she was exhausted as well as near

crying.

"Lets try to get some sl**p," I said. She got up and started rolling out the sl**ping

bag. "Why don't you take the bed tonight, Abby? You need it more than I do."

"I don't want to kick you out of your bed."

"I'm fine, really. After getting soaked you should get a good nights sl**p.

Tomorrow's likely to be hard too, with school and taking care of your room."

"Thanks." She climbed into the bed and was asl**p almost immediately.

As I laid out the sl**ping bag, I glanced up at my computer and was mortified. My

room has always been my sanctuary, with Mom and Abby rarely if ever coming,

and I tended to forget I lived with anyone else when I was in there. I had been

looking at porn online before I went to bed, and hadn't bothered to close it when I

was done. On the screen was a picture of girl giving a blowjob. My desk is right

next to my bed where I was talking to her, she couldn't have missed seeing it. I

walked over to it, closed the browser. Before I turned off the monitor, I peaked

down at Abby to make sure she was asl**p. Then I crawled into the sl**ping bag

and tried to forget my embarrassment.

The next morning Mom woke us up early and we went into Abby's room. The

broken window would be easy enough to replace, but there was a lot of water

damage. The carpet and the bed wear both soaked. Abby tended to leave her

dresser drawers open, and water had gotten into most of her clothes there. Only

the stuff in her closet off the floor was still dry. We taped up the window and put

the wet clothes in bags. Mom said she'd have a laundry service take care of them.

Then it was time to go to school.

Abby and I are a year apart and go to the same high school, where I'm a

sophomore and she's a freshman. I drive us to school and home every day. It’s a

big school, and being in different grades we rarely see each other during the day.

After school that day we met at the car to go home, and she was clearly upset. In

the car I asked her what was wrong.

"I tried to eat lunch with Madison and Cindy today." The three of them had been

inseparable in middle school, but once they reached high school, the other two

had dumped my shy s****r to join a more popular clique of girls. It'd only been a

couple of months, and Abby was having a hard time making new friends. "Mady

and her new boyfriend made fun of me, and Cindy asked me to sit somewhere

else."

"I'm sorry s*s." Being shy myself I knew how lonely she must feel, but knew there

wasn't anything I could do to help except be sympathetic. As I turned the wheel, I

groaned bit.

Abby looked up at me. "What is it," she asked, concerned.

"Nothing. I'm just a little sore from sl**ping on the floor last night."

"I'm sorry. You should take the bed tonight."

"No, I can't have you sl**ping on the floor after a hard day. Its not too bad, I just

slept in the wrong position."

After we got home, I helped Abby move some of her hanging clothes into my

closet. Neither of us was a fashion freak, and we were able to cram it all in.

My closet stuffed to the brim, I sat in my computer chair. "Its sweet of you to share

your room with me until Mom can get mine fixed up again. I know it's always been

your personal space, and I hate to impose on your privacy." She glanced at my

blank computer screen for a second, and I remembered what I'd had up there the

night before. Realizing my embarrassment, she shyly glanced away and changed

the subject. "I'm going to go downstairs and get a snack. Want something?"

I composed myself. "No thanks, I think I'm going to take a shower. And it's no

trouble sharing my room, it'll just take a bit of adjustment. I know how hard it must

be to have so much of your stuff ruined. Just make yourself at home and try to be

comfortable."

She left and I got into the shower. Abby and I share a bathroom, which connects to

both rooms directly. Usually when one of us is in there, we lock the other's door.

As I stood in the shower, I tried to relax and not worry about my s****r's problems

or my own embarrassment from last night, and focused on letting the water relax

my sore muscles. Still preoccupied, I got out of the shower, toweled off, and

headed into my room to get dressed as I'd done a thousand times before.

I walked into my room and took a few steps before I froze. Standing in my closet

with the door wide open was my s****r, naked with her back turned to me through

my underwear on a shelf in the closet. She was only a little shorter then me, with

long, straight red hair and soft, pale skin. Her figure was still maturing, but she

already had a modest hourglass figure, with a round, nicely shaped ass. As I

froze, she turned around and saw me standing there, and for a moment we both

just stood and stared at each other.

It was the first time I'd seen her naked since we were little, and the first time I'd

seen a woman naked in person. She had round, firm breasts, a b-cup, with large

nipples that seemed to be pointing at me. Though I could have stared at the soft

curves of her tits all day, my eyes were drawn down past her soft, flat tummy. Her

pubic hair was as red as braids, and was both neatly kept and wild at the same

time. The way she was standing, I could just see a profile of the lips of her pussy,

spread apart just slightly.

As I stared at her, I became aware that she was also staring at me, and following

her eyes I remembered I'd come in naked from a shower, and my dick was in full

view, growing larger and stiffer.

She looked up at me and our eyes locked for a moment. Like the night before,

she tried to sidestep the embarrassing moment.

"Sorry, I was just getting changed and was looking for a pair of underwear I could

wear. All my panties were in the stuff that was taken to be cleaned." I realized she

was holding a pair of my boxer briefs. She quickly slipped them on and pulled on

one of her shirts as I stood there blankly, too overwhelmed to think of covering

myself or retreating to the bathroom. "These are a little loose, but should fit okay."

She put on some jeans and turned to leave the closet, paused a moment, then

slid past my naked body and left the room.

I got dressed and sat awkwardly on the couch with her during dinner, not saying

anything. After Mom went into the kitchen to clean up, I turned to her and said,

"s*s, about earlier upstairs-"

"Don't worry about it." She was staring at the floor with a neutral look on her face.

"We're living together, now more than before, and like you said, we're having to

make a bit of an adjustment." She looked up at me and gave me a sweet smile.

"And I don't think it’s a big deal if a b*****r and s****r see each naked."

We watched TV for a while until after Mom went to bed, then left the couch for the

dogs and headed up to my room to get ready for bed. I went to the bathroom first

to get ready, and made sure I gave Abby enough time to put on her pajamas

before I went back in there.

"Your turn," I said as I came out. As Abby headed for the bathroom, I again looked

at the spaces between the buttons on her pajama tops, stretched open from the

shirt being too small. The openings to her soft skin underneath seemed larger

than last night, but were still maddeningly small. I could just see where her chest

curved softly into the side of her breast, and imagined the sight of her firm tits and

big nipples again. As she walked past, I looked at her round ass, seeing the

darker color of my own boxer-briefs through the worn-thin cotton of her pants. I

imagined my own underwear rubbing against the fuzzy lips of her pussy. A

moment later, the bathroom door closed.

It was clear that our earlier encounter had gotten me hornier that I realized.

Normally when I was horny at night, I'd sit at my computer and visit some of my

favorite websites, but with only a few minutes until Abby returned, I decided it

wasn't an option tonight. I stripped down to a t-shirt and my boxer-briefs, slipped

into the sl**ping bag and tried to clear my head.

Abby came back in and saw me already on the floor. She turned out the light,

leaving only the faint glow of my monitor, and climbed into the bed, wrapping the

blanket around her tightly like a cocoon. "It sure is cold in here tonight," she said.

She was right.

"Must be your broken window letting all the cold air into here through the

bathroom." I got out of the sl**ping bag and crammed a towel under the

bathroom door.

Abby watched me as I did it. "You really shouldn't be sl**ping on that cold hard

floor, especially if you're already sore."

"And what kind of b*****r would I be if I let you sl**p there?"

Abby looked at me a moment and hesitated. "We could, um, you know, share the

bed, just for tonight. There's enough room for us both."

I hesitated at the idea, too. I still couldn't get the image of Abby's naked body out

of my head, sharing a bed might be a bad idea. On the other hand, the floor was

cold and hard and my shoulder did ache. "Alright, just for tonight." She was laying

near the edge of the bed to talk to me, still wrapped up. I just climbed over her to

take the side against the wall, lying on my side facing her. Abby unwrapped part

way and extended the blanket over me. She was facing away from me, with just a

slight separation between us. I could feel the heat coming from her body, but tried

to put her out of my head.

"Goodnight, s*s," I said.

"Goodnight."

I had almost started to doze off when Abby said, "I'm still kind of cold." She

reached back and grabbed my arm and pulled it over herself and nuzzled up right

against me, pulling me against her back and resting her ass against my groin. I

felt her warm body through our cotton shirts. With her hand over mine, she pulled it

and nestled my palm against her ribs. I realized that my fingers had fallen in the

gap between the buttons of her shirt and were touching her soft skin. For what

seemed like a long time I just held them there, not daring to move, feeling her

creamy skin just inches away from her breasts. Everything else had fallen away

from existence except the sensation at the end of my fingers. I didn't even breathe

for fear of loosing the moment.

Then I felt something else. My dick had begun to rapidly swell. With Abby's butt

pressed gently against it, it was impossible to hide. As it grew, it pressed harder

against her. Beneath my hand I felt Abby's breathing quicken, her heart race and

her body tense. I sat motionless, terrified of what was happening but more

terrified of loosing this feeling.

Abby began to shift, and I felt a brief moment of panic thinking all was lost. Surely

she'll move away from me. Instead, she rocked her ass back and forth, pressing

herself more against my hard dick. At the same time, she pulled my hand farther

into the opening in her shirt. She must have had one button undone, because both

our hands slid in and up her ribs until my finger pressed against the bottom of her

breast. I could feel every part of her, from her hand to her legs, were even tenser

than before. Though her heart was racing, she lay motionless.

She'd already taken another step herself; perhaps she was waiting to see if I'd

take it a step further. I very slowly began moving my finger against the side of her

breast, waiting for any sign of rejection. Sensing none, I grew bolder and moved

my hand. Using just my fingertips, I caressed around the very edge of her breast,

scared at any moment she'd pull away from me.

As my fingers circled her breast, I began to cup it gently in my palm. My fingers

spiraled inward, and I softly went all around her areola before bringing my

forefinger and thumb to her nipple.

I had never felt more stimulated in my entire life. My dick had started jump slightly

in excitement against Abby's ass, and as I cupped her breast and touched her

nipple, she breathed out slowly and began rubbing up and down against my dick

and body, slowly at first, but then more firmly when I pushed back. Despite our

clothes, my dick nestled nicely between her ass cheeks and I thrust gently against

her.

I reached my other hand around under her head and unbuttoned her top buttons,

and grabbed her breast with it. My other hand free, I finished the lower buttons

and pulled her shirt open. Again my fingers caressed her, this time the soft skin of

her side just above her waistband. After a few rounds I began pressing one finger

under the edge of her pants on her side, then another, then another. I felt the skin

of her hip under my own boxer-briefs as she continued to rock against my dick,

and slowly moved my hand down toward her belly, keeping my fingers just inside

her pants.

I held my hand for a second, then, more slowly then anything else I'd done, began

moving my fingers farther in. I first came to her pubes, and I remembered how

fiery red they had been. I split my fingers apart and ran then through her hair, my

palm now pressed into her.

As I continued lower, I felt the biggest rush of adrenaline yet as reached the soft

skin of her pussy. Using only two fingers, I softly and gently traced one along each

of the lips of her pussy. She gasped slightly and stopped moving her ass. I had

another moment of terror that she might pull away and I paused, but there was no

way I could stop then. With only one finger I circled around her hole, feeling the

fuzz and soft skin of her pussy lips. She reached one arm over her head and

behind her, ran her fingers through my hair to my scalp and gripped the top of my

head. Her other hand slipped quickly in her underwear over mine, she grabbed a

hold of my hand, and pressed it against her pussy. She began rubbing against my

groin again, and my dick just seemed to be enveloped
by the flesh of her cheeks.

I grabbed her breast tighter with one hand and took my finger and touched right in

the middle of her pussy, feeling it to be wetter and softer than I had ever imagined.

Her hand pressed mine harder, and I plunged my finger deep into her. She

exhaled and inhaled sharply and with the hand on my head pressed me harder

against her back. I pushed my finger in and out of her, rubbing the tip against what

felt like the ribbed inside of her cunt. My other fingers at first brushed against the

outside, but then with her hand she pressed me harder against her, pushing my

thumb hard against the area at the top of her pussy. Unable to pull my finger out, I

more and more quickly bent my finger in a 'come hither' gesture inside her,

rubbing my fingertip against her as fast and hard as I could. She moved her hips

up and down to meet every move of my finger and she pressed against me with

all her warmth and strength, her breath quick and shallow.

As we continued my hand started to get tired, but I dared not stop, and she

continued to move against me harder and faster. Finally, she exploded in my

arms, her body jerking and pressing against my hands, chest and dick. I held her

more tightly, one hand almost squishing her tit into her chest. I could feel her pussy

squeezing hard against my finger over and over again as I kept pushing it inside

her. Her orgasm seemed to last forever.

When she jerking finally weakened and stopped, she gently pulled my finger out of

her pussy and up to her stomach. She wiggled her ass against my dick again,

and I felt her whole body relax in my arms. Within minutes she was deep asl**p. I

fell asl**p holding her, and wishing she'd get to share my room with me forever.

Thoughts of the night before ran through my head as I drove to school with my

s****r, Abby. A storm had broken the window in her room and soaked it two nights

before, forcing me to share my room with her. Yesterday, after an accidental walk

-in of my newly shared room, we had seen each other naked. Then last night it

had gotten cold and we had shared my bed rather than one of us using the

sl**ping bag on the floor.

What had happened in bed after the lights had gone out seemed like a dream.

The excitement, the fear, the warmth and final exhilaration, it all seemed like

something wholly separate from the reality of school and cars and TV I was used

to. Something like that couldn't have really happened, yet I remembered it so

vividly.

I looked over at Abby in the seat next to him. She hadn't said a word to me all

morning as we got ready for school or even in the car, which is beyond even her

usual state of introversion. I wondered what she remembered of last night. Was

she feeling the same doubts I was? Was she feeling ashamed that it had

happened, maybe even regretted it? Maybe it had just been his dream all along,

and she was just wondering why I was acting so strange this morning? I tried to

shake my anxieties and get myself ready for school.

It must have been the longest day of school I'd ever been in. In class after class, I

stared blankly at the teacher, at my book, or just into space, and thought about the

night before. I knew it couldn't have been a dream, as every detail was etched so

firmly in my mind. I thought over and over about her pressing against me, the feel

of her skin as she pulled my hand into her shirt, my dick squeezed between her

ass cheeks, sliding my hand down inside her pants, rubbing my finger deep in her

wet pussy, how she spasmed over and over when she came. Whether it was real

or not, I wanted so badly for it to have been I had convinced myself it was.

Finally the last bell rang and I almost ran outside to see my s****r and drive her

back home. The mere sight of her standing there made my heart race, and I had

to quickly try to distract myself to keep from getting a hard-on right there in front of

everyone. I looked away from her to break my focus, and saw Abby's old friends

Mady and Cindy a little ways from Abby with a group of other girls laughing.

Madison and Cindy had been Abby's closest friends in middle school, but over

their first few months of high school, they'd dumped their shy friend to join a

popular clique. I saw now that they were looking at Abby as they laughed, and saw

one of them call something out to her. I couldn't hear what they said, but it sent the

group's laughter even higher. Abby just stood there with her back turned to them

and didn't respond, but she was as tense as I'd ever seen her and she was barely

holding back her tears.


I tried to walk up to Abby as normally as ever to walk her to the car, hoping my

presence would somehow temper the attacks from the two girls who just last year

had had a crush on me. The group just whispered a few things to each other and

kept laughing. I guess I was part of the joke now, too. "Let's go," I said softly to

Abby, and we walked to the car.

Once we'd pulled away, she started crying. I couldn't think of anything to say to

help her feel better, and even as I tried, I found my eyes drawn towards her tits

and started thinking about when I might get to touch them again.

I had a realization. Abby was clearly going through a very hard and emotional time

with her wrecked room and her loneliness at school. What she needed now was a

friend and protector, not some guy trying to get her clothes off. I decided then that I

wasn't going to try to push her into anything else, no matter how much I wanted it.

After we got home, we went to check out how her room was doing today. I hoped

that getting to move back into her room might help settle things down for her a bit,

as well as eliminate some of my temptation. We were met by a foul smell. All the

water in her room from the storm had caused mold. The room would be unlivable

until it was all cleaned out. Mom said even if they could get someone to clean up

the damage right away, it'd take weeks to get a contractor in to replace carpet

and drywall and refinish everything. Until then, we were still roommates.

We moved most of her stuff to the garage. When we finished, it was a bit until

dinner so we headed over to my room. "I'm going to try to relax in the shower,"

she said, still emotionally spent. Before she went into the bathroom, she came

over and half hugged, half collapsed in my arms for a moment. "Thanks for your

help," she said. Just holding her soft body started to get me hard, and I had to turn

so my hard dick didn't rub her waist through our clothes.

She headed into the shower and I sat on my bed for a minute just thinking of her

again. I heard the water turn on, and couldn't stop the thoughts of the water running

down her naked body. I glanced at the door to the bathroom and noticed it was

open a crack. The towel I had under the door last night to keep out the cold had

gotten wedged underneath and had stopped the door from closing all the way.

Hesitating for just a moment, I got up and crept over the door and peeked in.

Abby was standing naked in the bathroom facing away from me. She had a great

body, with just a slightest bit of fat distributed over her whole frame, making her

silky smooth skin soft. My eyes followed her legs from the floor all the way up to

her thighs, then stopped at where her flesh began the abrupt curve of her ass. Her

ass was firm but very well rounded, and I thought again about how my dick had

been pressed between her cheeks the night before with only a few thin cotton

layers in between.

Her arms were raised over her head pinning up her hair, and she turned just

slightly to the side, giving me a view of the outline of her left breast. Suddenly, she

dropped a hairpin on the floor and bent down to pick it up. I was startled by the

sudden movement and afraid she'd turn and see me, but stayed fixated on her.

She bent at the waist slowly without turning and fished on the floor for it. Her ass

cheeks spread slightly, and in between them her little pink asshole peeked out. I

only looked there briefly before my eyes locked onto the space between her

thighs. Her round pussy lips were pressed together, with the bare bit of red fuzz I'd

remembered seeing there in the closet the day before. She apparently found her

pin, and as she bent down slightly farther to grab it, her pussy lips spread apart

slightly, giving a tantalizing glimpse of the pink flesh inside.

I so desperately wanted my finger to return to where it had been the night before,

but even as the thought entered my head, Abby stood back up, put in the last

hairpin, stepped into the shower, and slid the shower door shut.

The spell broken, I finally pulled myself away from the door, took two steps back

and dropped into my computer chair. Not going after her while we shared my

room was going to be really hard, especially considering how horny I was. I

decided I needed to relieve myself, and Abby's shower time might be my only

opportunity of the night. I turned towards my computer, opened my pants, pulled

out my dick, and started to hit my favorite sites. I new I could have exploded at

nearly the first touch, but since I was so turned on and may not get another chance

for a while, I wanted to draw it out just a bit, and knew I had the warning of Abby

turning off the shower water before she'd come back into my room. I looked at site

after site and stroked myself. Just as I was building to my conclusion, the water

shut off.

"Do you know if dinner's ready yet?" Abby called out from the bathroom. My hand

froze on my dick and in near panic I closed the browser. I shoved myself into my

pants and shot my eyes toward the shower door. I could see through the crack

from where I was, but didn't see Abby from my angle. I quickly but quietly moved

away from the computer and bathroom door and sat on the bed before

answering.

"Probably, its about that time," I responded, doing my best to hide my quick

breathing.

"Good, I'll be out in just a minute," she replied. I sat and silently berated myself for

another close call.

Abby came out of the shower already in her pajamas, her mood seeming much

improved. "Feeling better?" I asked.

She glanced around the room briefly, then looked back to me. "Yes. The shower

was very relaxing." She smiled softly and headed downstairs.

After dinner it was already late, but Mom wanted to talk about Abby's room some

more. Mom was always real matter-of-fact with us, and liked to keep us in the

loop about all the boring details of what the home insurance covered and so on. I

think she thought knowing the plan would help keep Abby from stressing too

much.

Abby and I went to my room and I headed to the bathroom to get ready.

"Don't take too long in there, I'm tired and need to brush my teeth." We were both

in and out after just a few minutes, me wearing boxer-briefs and a t-shirt and her

again wearing her old blue cotton pajamas. As Abby climbed into my bed, I

paused. Thinking about my earlier resolution, I turned out the light and climbed in

the sl**ping bag.

"It's going to be just as cold down there as it was last night," Abby said. "And cold

up here too. Please don't make yourself all sore again like before."

The invitation was almost more than I could handle. This was just how it had

begun last time. Did Abby mean by that what I wanted her to mean? Even though I

knew I should, I just couldn't resist the opportunity. I'd spent all day in a state of

arousal without release and was as horny as I'd ever been. I wanted so badly for a

replay of last night, but still didn't dare believe it could be true.

I pulled myself out of the sl**ping bag, knowing my dick was already rock hard.

Nervous as could be, I tried to casually cover it with my hand as I moved towards

the bed so she' wouldn't see it by the light of the computer monitor. I climbed into

the near side of the bed this time, and turned on my side to face away from her.

"Goodnight," I said as seriously as I could.

Abby pulled the blanket over me and settled in behind me, also on her side and

facing me with as much space between us as the twin bed would allow. Her

relaxation from earlier had dissolved, and I could feel the tension in her body. I just

knew she was nervous that I'd try something. I was just as tense as she was, and

felt the pressure of my dick in my pants. I resolved to just wait it out and fall

asl**p.

We laid there tensely for a couple of minutes, when suddenly one of the dogs

barked from the living room. It wasn't uncommon for that to happen at night, as our

two dogs shared the couch and occasionally kicked or laid on each other

awkwardly. Still, it was enough to startle us both, and Abby practically jumped on

my back. She grabbed my shoulder with her hand and pressed herself against

me, shivering slightly. Again I tried to put her out of my head and sl**p, despite

the added sensation of her body warmth and the feel of her hand on my shoulder.

After another minute of my unsuccessful attempts to sl**p, Abby shifted her hand

from my shoulder. She slid in under my arm and wrapped it loosely around

stomach. We were both as tense as before and my mind raced. I wanted so much

for her to be starting something again, but still dared not believe it. My judgment

was surely clouded, and me making a mistake on it could really hurt Abby. I just

laid and waited, and hoped.

Another minute passed, and I felt Abby gradually relax. Her breathing became

slow and regular. I decided she must have fallen asl**p. As my disappointment

mounted, suddenly Abby breathed in slowly and shifted slightly. Her hand moved

up and down across my stomach, as she seemed to be searching for a more

comfortable position. After a few seconds her hand settled in, having slipped

under my shirt slightly and with her finger right at the top of my waistband. Her

fingers were long with soft tips, and just feeling them on my skin was more than I

could handle.

I felt so frustrated and nervous, my adrenaline as high as last night, but knew that

with her comfortably asl**p, there was nothing I could do but wait. Then she

breathed in again less abruptly, and the fingers of her hand started slowly and

lightly rubbing against my skin, just an inch from the end of my hard dick.

Was it possible she was only pretending to be asl**p? Was she lying there

wanting this as much as I did, as afraid of rejection as I was, and was trying to

gradually test me without committing? I still wasn't ready to commit, but was willing

to try to push her forward.

My boxer-briefs were doing a poor job of holding in my dick. I did my own shift

and tilted my hips up a bit, just enough so that the end of my cock would brush the

side of her hand. If she really were asl**p, she'd never feel it, but if she was as

juiced up as I was last night...

A moment later, apparently emboldened, her hand began to move again. She

moved it down slightly and touched the side again to the end of my dick through

my briefs, and then rubbed slightly. She slid just her little finger underneath the

waistband by my dick and held it there, as if testing the water. My heart raced at

the feel and I breathed in and out slowly and carefully, as a signal to her.

Another finger crept in, then another, until her whole hand moved slowly

underneath. Her finger ran through my pubes, as mine had through hers before.

Then with one finger, she reached and touched the skin of my dick for the first

time. She slowly ran just her fingertip along its length, down the base then back up

to the tip. She circled her finger around the head.

As she kept caressing my dick, she brought her head closer and lightly kissed my

neck, then again. Her kisses traced a path to my ear, and she whispered to me.

Her voice was soft and gentle, but with more of an edge of excitement than I could

remember hearing before.

"I left the bathroom door open a bit for you when I took my shower, I was hoping

that'd you'd peek at me."

She continued running her finger along and around my dick. I turned my head

towards hers. "I did, I couldn't help myself. I've been thinking about you all day.

When you bent over to pick up that hairpin, it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen."

With that, she slowly wrapped all her fingers around my dick and pushed down to

the base of it and just held it there.

"I got to peek at you too, while you thought I was in the shower. Watching you rub

your penis made me want to touch it so badly." She started stroking my dick up

and done, and ran her tongue along the outside of my ear.

I turned onto my back and pulled down my underwear. Finally free, it bounced up

away from my body.
Abby's hand closed around in more firmly and kept stroking slowly. She leaned

down and kissed my cheek. Still stroking, she whispered softly and hesitatingly to

me again. "Would you touch me again down there like you did last night?"

I immediately turned towards her and slid my hand into her pajama pants. She

wasn't wearing underwear this time. My fingers again ran through her pubes and

my fingers danced on pussy lips lightly.

Leaning more on her back, she kept her hand locked around my dick, and I ran

my finger back and forth between her pussy lips, gradually deeper and deeper.

I paused a moment, then plunged my finger inside her again, as I hand fantasized

about all day. She gasped, and I was amazing I didn't cum right then. I pulled my

finger in and out of her, keeping pace with each stroke of my dick. She started

stroking faster and faster, and I matched her. Finally she took her free hand and

pressed it on mine again, forcing my finger to stay inside her and pressing my

thumb against her at the top of her pussy. She began moving her hips to press

more against my hand, and I found mine moving to meet her hand. I rubbed my

fingertip against the ribbed front wall of her pussy faster and faster, giving up any

pace for a frantic finish. Still pressing my hand into her, she squeezed her thighs

together tightly.

She came hard and her whole body pulsated on my hand, her pussy squeezing

my finger like a vise with each spasm. My dick exploded in her furiously stroking

hand, cum flying out of sight in the dark room with each squirt. Our orgasms

seemed to go on forever, her still stroking and me rubbing.

As we finally finished, we just laid without moving, my finger still in her pussy and

her hand gently wrapped around my dick. As I drifted off to sl**p, I again

wondered if it were just a dream. To prove to myself it wasn't, I leaned in and gave

Abby a long, soft kiss on her cheek.

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2 years ago
Amazing story!
2 years ago
sexy story.... what a hot sis
2 years ago
Great story
2 years ago
Perfect!! Nicely done.. :)
2 years ago
so sexxy wish i had a big brother like u
3 years ago
Simply amazing! Can't wait to read more
3 years ago
Wonderful story. Post more parts please
3 years ago
love your stories.
3 years ago
Great story
3 years ago
excellent
3 years ago
Very erotic. I sometimes wonder how many teens first sexual experience is with a brother or sister. Thanks for posting.
3 years ago
Well written, but a little work on spelling and grammer would help. Proof read yourself.
3 years ago
romantic story pls. post 2nd part
3 years ago
mmmm great story, very sexy. kept me hard through out, is there a part 2 soon mmmmm
3 years ago
=] good read man cant w8 for the next bit
3 years ago
Outstanding! Looking foward to part II. Check out my stories... I think you might like them too.