I woke up in bed next to my s****r Abby. My underwear, which had been left
around my knees last night, had worked themselves off overnight, and my dick sat
loosely under the sheets, just inches away from my still sl**ping s*s. I pulled the
covers back and noticed of few dried spots of my cum on the sheets. I
remembered the whole encounter, from her nervous fingers slipping into my
boxer-briefs to our mutual explosion. There could be no doubt this time of whether
the night before had been a dream.
I got out of bed and pulled on some pants. Abby started to wake up and look at
me. "We'd better get into the kitchen for breakfast. Mom expects us in there in a
minute." She nodded. The thought of Mom coming to get us frightened me, though
there was nothing in our room right now to indicate what we'd done without a real
investigation. I instinctively just wanted to keep everyone as far away from my
room as possible. My room had turned into a magic place, separate from the rest
of the world, a place only for Abby and me, where we went from just being b*****r
and s****r to something more.
We sat and ate breakfast, and I looked across the table at Abby. Even just sitting
there, her soft features were beautiful. Her long red hair was slightly mussed. Her
eyes and mouth made her look kind, her usual look of indifference or sadness
replaced with a slight glow. Her skin was smooth and pale, only broken with a
spattering of freckles on each cheek.
She was still in her pajamas, an old pair blue cotton with purple dogs printed on
them, worn thin and too small for her body. Water damage in her room a few
nights ago had wreaked havoc in her room, forcing her to share my room with me
and leaving only this old pair from going to the laundry service. The top was long-
sleeved with buttons down the middle, the fabric stretching around her causing
gaps to open between the buttons. This morning I noticed her nipples standing out
through the fabric, and I thought about how I slid my hand inside her shirt two
On the front of her pajamas was a small line of white spots going down her chest.
Any other day I would have assumed she'd dripped some toothpaste, but this time
I knew it was from when my cum had shot off into the dark last night. Seeing it in
the light of the kitchen both excited me and made me nervous. Up until now our
encounters had been solely confined to my room, but now I was suddenly aware
that it couldn't just stay there. The effects of it would spill out into the rest of the
world, and we'd have to be very careful to not give any clue as to what was
We finished breakfast and got up to head back to my room to get ready for
school. My mom stopped me a moment. "Why don't you stay down here a while
longer and give your s****r some time to get ready in your room. It only takes you
a few minutes to get ready, and Abby would probably appreciate the privacy."
She went off to finish getting ready for work. I had no choice but to sit on the couch
and wait for a bit.
My mom finally left for work, and I headed to my room to get ready with only about
5 minutes until Abby and I usually left. I peeked in and saw Abby was just finishing
getting her things together to leave. "All ready," she said.
"Alright, it should only take me a few minutes." I headed into the closet to get
some clothes, expecting her to head to the living room. When I came back out, I
saw Abby had instead put her stuff down and was sitting on my edge of my
computer chair looking at me with a smile on her face.
"Mom said you should give me privacy, she didn't say anything about me having
to give you privacy."
I paused a second and then smiled back at her. I pulled off my shirt, and then
slowly slid my shorts off. Instead of getting dressed I just stood there a moment,
completely naked in front of her, my dick already fully hard. "I just remembered
that I need to check something for Social Studies class." I walked over to my
computer right next to Abby, and she turned her chair to keep facing me. As I
reached down to the mouse and clicked to some random news website, my erect
dick stuck out just inches from Abby's smiling face. With each heartbeat it pulsed
Abby casually placed her hand on the back of my thigh, and then turned her head
toward the computer screen. With her ear almost brushing against my shaft, she
said, "Find what you were looking for?"
"Uh, yeah," I said, mind not at all on the computer.
"Great. It's time to go, you'd better finish getting ready." And with her biggest
smile, she turned and slid out of the chair without touching me and left the room.
After school was over, I again rushed out to drive home with Abby. It was Friday
night, and I was hot with anticipation for what might happen tonight. Like the day
before I saw her standing near Mady and Cindy, her old friends who had turned on
her this year to join a more popular group of girls. I feared they were taunting her
as they'd done the day before, but as I got closer, I realized that Madison was
talking to her more normally, making plans for something.
"Ready to go?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said. She turned back to Mady with a polite smile. "I'll see you
We walked to the car, and she told me what had happened. "Mady said she
wanted to be my friend again. Apparently, Mady's boyfriend's friend Lance
thought I was cute." I couldn't argue with that. "She agreed to ask get me to go out
with him. If he likes me, I'll get to hang out with Mady and Cindy again."
My heart sank when she said this, not just for the possibility of loosing what we'd
just started, but also for her. Abby was having a hard time adjusting to high school
and making new friends after her problems with Mady and Cindy. This didn't
sound like a good idea to me, but I knew that Abby really wanted to reconcile. I'd
have to go along with it and support her anyway.
"We're going on a double date with Mady and her boyfriend tonight. They're going
to pick me up at 6 for dinner and a movie." I could tell she was nervous telling me
this. I think we both knew this could change how things were going with us, but
weren't really sure how yet. I guess I already knew that we couldn't have this
relationship forever, eventually one of us would move on.
"Well, I'm sure he'll like you. You're a sweet and beautiful woman," I said,
mustering every once of courage that I could.
We stopped by the mall so she could buy a new outfit and went home so she
could get ready. At six Lance picked her up. My highly anticipated evening now
left empty, I decided to go to the movie too. I knew it was silly to follow her, but I
still didn't trust Mady after the last few weeks and felt the need to protect Abby,
even if I embarrassed myself doing it.
I waited a while and headed to the theatre, wearing a hat low so I would be harder
to recognize. As I waited in line for popcorn, I saw Abby and the other three come
in and head in to get a seat. I got my popcorn and followed them in. The particular
theatre wasn't very crowded, but I saw Abby and Lance had sat a few rows from
the top. A row behind and several seats over were Mady and her boyfriend. I
headed all the way to the top without being noticed.
As the movie started, I saw Madison making out with her boyfriend. After a few
minutes, I saw him wiggle around in his seat a minute, and then her head
disappeared into his lap. No wonder she'd gotten popular so quickly.
Feeling more nervous for Abby, I watched Lance put his arm around her and
whisper to her. She seemed to be talking back nicely, but I could tell she was
tense. He kept pulling her closer and she kept trying to move farther away. I
decided to act. I slipped down to the row in front of them, and started walking by
as if I'd just arrived to get a seat. As I passed them, I pretended to trip and dump
my popcorn on them. "Sorry, sticky floors," I said. Lance brushed it off and turned
back toward Abby, not knowing who I was. Abby, of course, recognized me, but
didn't say anything. I walked past and headed back up to my seat to watch,
knowing she needed to resolve this herself.
After a few minutes, Lance got more heated in his talking. Mady, apparently
finished on her side, and moved down closer to them. Their talking was too low
for me to hear, until Mady got louder. "Don't be a bitch, Abby. Lance is my friend.
We're in high school now, for Christ's sake. Don't be such a prude. Why don't you
go home and play with your Barbies? She's still just a little girl too scared to be an
adult, Lance." Abby got up and practically ran out of the theatre. I got up and
followed as the other three kept bitching among themselves.
Outside, I was afraid Abby would be crying, but I found her surprising calm. She
walked with me to my car and headed home.
"He pulled his penis out right there in front of me. Mady had told him I'd give him a
blowjob. I couldn't do it, it was too gross."
"I'm sorry, Abby. Mady just got to high school and turned into a bitch, that's all.
Give it time, you'll make new friends who are much better than her."
It was already late by the time we got home and Mom was already in bed. We
headed to my room for bed. After her experience, I figured she was completely
not in the mood, so I decided again not to push her for anything. We walked into
my room and closed the door. Abby turned me toward her and gave me a tight
hug. I thought she was still bummed about Mady. "It's like I have to try so hard
around everyone to play the parts they want me to play. The only time I feel like I
can just be myself is with you."
"Real friends don't try and make you do things you aren't comfortable with or
ready for," I told her.
Abby pulled her head off my shoulder and looked in my eyes for just a moment.
Then she pulled in and pressed her lips into mine. We held each other and
kissed. Her tongue slowly slid through into my mouth, and I met it with mine. As
our tongues spun around together, she seemed to melt in my arms.
She pulled away after a minute, and then pushed me down onto my bed. She
leaned over and kissed me again, her hands unbuttoning and unzipping my pants.
She grabbed my waist on either side, and I lifted up enough for her to pull it over
my butt. Then she pulled the front of my pants and underwear out and down,
releasing my dick. She pulled back from the kiss and slid off my pants. She
yanked her top off, then reached behind her and quickly unsnapped her bra,
casting aside, before helping me pull off my shirt.
She leaned over and started kissing me again. Her finger, starting at my knee,
ran all the way up along the inside of my thigh, stopping just briefly at the base of
my dick before tracing it to the tip. I raised my hands up and held the back of her
head. My fingers slid down through her long red hair along her back to her waist,
then traced gently up her sides. Reaching her breasts, my fingers ran around the
edges. As she leaned over, her tits hanged down, nipples pointing at my bare
chest, and my hands slowly tightened around them. Her hand was fully wrapped
around my cock, stroking slowly.
She pulled away again, never taking her hand off my dick, she pulled her pants off
and sat down next to me. Hesitating only a moment, she leaned over and gave a
gentle, testing kiss to the head of my dick. Three more followed, each a bit longer
and a bit deeper. Holding me in her hand, she kissed down the length of my shaft
and back up again. Again on the head, she kissed more deeply, and I felt her
tongue start to flick across the tip. She continued, each kiss becoming more of a
slurp, her lips wrapping farther around me until my whole head was in her mouth.
Holding it there, she ran her tongue around one side, then the other. Her hand
started slow strokes along my length, and she started gently sucking, her tongue
rubbing against the tip.
I needed to distract myself so I didn't cum in her mouth right then. I ran my hand
along her back down to her ass, and gently caressed my finger along her crack.
She scooted back to give me better access and I leaned slightly to wrap my hand
around her. After briefly cupping her breast, I slid down her stomach to the fuzz
over her pussy. Her breathing quickened and she started stroking faster. She
paused a moment and ran her tongue up and down my shaft, then devoured my
head again. Her legs spread apart, and my fingers again touched lightly along the
fuzz and skin of her pussy lips. I found them spread far apart, her warm moist flesh
inside beckoning. My finger slid into her easily.
Despite the awkward reaching of my arm around her, I had no trouble matching
her quickening pace. My finger rubbed inside her as she sucked my dick, and she
quickly seemed to approach her climax. She starting jerking on my hand, and her
mouth let loose my dick. She breathed in and out hard with each spasm, but kept
jerking me off furiously. A moment after she pulled her head back, my cum shot
out into the air. Over and over she jerked, and over and over my dick shot loads of
cum onto us both.
When it was over, we got up to clean ourselves. She turned to me and smiled,
and I saw my cum spread across her face, with several gobs stuck in her hair and
a few lines almost seeming to connect the dots of freckles on her cheeks.
"In here with each other, its just us, and we be ourselves and just do what we feel
like and be together. We don't have to hold anything back." She reached up with
one finger and wiped my cum off her cheek.
I woke up slowly feeling something unusual. Usually I woke up feeling still groggy,
but today something was different. I lay there a moment, head swirling, and
realized what it was: a tickling sensation running up my thigh. It reached the leg of
my boxer-briefs and paused only a moment before I felt them be pulled up and
something slide in underneath. The sensation slid over the last bit of thigh and
started running up and down my slowly growing dick.
More awake now, I opened my eyes and saw my s****r Abby standing over me.
"Time to wake up," she said. "Its Saturday. Mom wants to talk to us about my
room." She ran her finger along my dick one last time, then pulled her hand out
Three nights ago a storm had smashed a window in my s****r's room, forcing me
to share my room with her until the damage was repaired. Having trouble making
friends at school, she'd turned to me for comfort. She had convinced be to share
the bed with her, leading to the three hottest nights of my life. Though we'd both
wanted it, our mutual nervousness and fear had nearly stopped us. Just last night,
Abby had been set up on a date by her former friend. The guy had tried to push
her too far and her friend had called her a prude. When we got home and into my
room, she'd shown me how wrong they were. Outside my room, we had to
pretend to be something else, but while we were alone in there, we could let loose
with each other.
Mom told us that in order to try to save some money on repairs, that she and I
would have to do some of the work. After breakfast we moved her furniture and
other stuff out to the garage. As we cleaned up, Abby discovered that her
computer wasn't working anymore. "The water must have shorted it out. Should
have had a surge protected on it," I told her.
"I need my computer to work on homework," she said.
"I'm sorry, dear. You'll have to share your b*****r's computer until we can get you a
A week before, the very idea of anyone else getting on my computer would have
terrified me. No one, not even Abby and Mom, used to come into my room very
often and no one else ever used my computer. I, therefore, hadn't gone to much
effort to hide the porn I regularly viewed on it. If Abby so much as looked through
the folders in my bookmarks, she'd run across links to my favorite sites. After the
last couple of nights, the thought was somewhat exciting now. Even so, some of
those sites had some pretty nasty stuff on there, and I worried if it would be too
much for Abby. I'd have to try to clear some of it off today when she wasn't around.
As I set about starting on pulling the carpet out, the laundry service came by to
drop off Abby's clothes, newly cleaned after being soaked. She grabbed them
and headed into my room to sort through them. I worked alone in her room for
several hours pulling off the baseboards, definitely in to hurry to get her room back
together. Abby came in through the bathroom connecting our rooms wearing
some of her returned clothes. Even though it was a little chilly in her room from the
broken window, she wore a tank top and some shorts, her usual sl**p wear but
not around-the-house garb.
"Its so nice to have my clothes back," she said, turning in a pose in front of me.
The shorts were very short, and just a bit of the curve of her ass cheeks peeked
out at the bottom. Her tank top was white without a bra underneath. The bumps of
her nipples were clearly visible through it. "I moved stuff out of some of your
drawers into the closet to make room for my clothes." I nodded, trying not to stare
too much. She smiled at me and casually dropped both of her thumbs inside the
front of her waistband, pushing it down slightly. As I half-heartedly pulled at a
baseboard, she sunk the waistband lower until her I could see just a bit of her
short, curly, fire-red pubes sticking out the top. Holding it there a moment, she
said, "I was surfing the web for my English homework and saw you had some
interesting bookmarks on there." She turned and walked through the bathroom
back into my room. I got up and followed.
"Uh, what exactly were you looking at?" I asked, trying to hide the embarrassment
that was swelling within me, despite my excitement.
"Just some Literature study group forums," she said. I slowly came into the room
and cautiously peeked around until I could see the screen. It looked to be an
analysis of Hamlet. "This stuff here is pretty boring. Anyway, you'd better get back
in there. We'd hate for Mom to have to come looking for you." She pushed me
back toward the bathroom and shut the door behind me.
I headed back in a pulled weakly at baseboards, wondering what Abby was up to.
After a couple more hours it was late afternoon, and I decided to quit for the day. I
headed back into my room and found Abby lying on my bed, the computer
monitor switched off. "Find what you needed online?" I asked her.
"Yep," she replied. She lay back on the bed and stretched her arms behind her.
She opened her legs wide and pressed the bottom of her feet together. The fabric
of her shorts was pulled tightly across her pussy, barely covering her hole. On
either side, the gentle curve and fuzz of the outside of her pussy lips stuck out.
Before I could think to do something, she stood up and headed for the door. "I'm
going to go watch some TV for a while," she said. I breathed out in frustrated
disbelief, and she smiled slyly as she went.
I sat down at my computer desk and clicked on the monitor to find that my s****r
had left some browsers open. It was clear from the page titles that she had been
surfing from my porn bookmarks. The first page showed a series of pics of a guy
fingering a girl's pussy. The thought of my s****r looking at this turned me on, and
alone in my room, I slid my dick from my pants and pushed them to the floor. After
going through the pics, I clicked to the next window. In another series, a blonde
was giving a handjob. By now I was stroking my dick in a steady pace.
A movement in the corner of my eye made me glance up at the bathroom door,
which I saw was standing partway open. On the other side stood my s****r, her
hands behind her back leaning in to get a view of me. Seeing that I saw her, she
pushed the door open and stepped in, closing it behind her. "Don't stop on my
account. There's nothing good on TV so I decided to chill here for a bit." She sat
down on the bed behind me and stretched to look over my shoulder. "Oh, I liked
that one, too. After looking at that site for a while, that one was one of my
She reached around me and grabbed the mouse, clicking on the next window.
This series showed a brunette sitting next to a guy, leaning over giving him a
blowjob. I realized that it was almost the exact same position that we'd been in the
night before. She clicked one of the images. It was a close-up of the blowjob. The
girl gripped his dick in her hand and had it deep inside her mouth. "Maybe that
one will help you out." I looked up at her standing over me, then focused back on
the computer and started stroking again. She clicked back and selected another
image. While the girl was still sucking, the guy had reached around to touch her
pussy, much as I had done to her.
She slid her left hand up my shirt and pulled it up above my stomach, wrapping
arm around my chest. She clicked through a few more images. I looked up at her
again and saw her eyes gazing at my dick in my hand. "Enjoying the show?" I
"Definitely. You're having such a good time, I don't want to interfere too much." I
stroked a little faster, my eyes now locked on her face instead of the screen. I
remembered the sight of my cum splattered across her cheeks and hair. "There's
one more page I left for you," she said. It was a video. She hit play and let go of
the mouse, wrapping her other arm around my chest as well, still looking over my
In the video was a redhead. She had long hair and her skin looked nearly as pale
and soft as Abby's. She stripped off her clothes, leaving on only a pair of black
stockings. After a few poses, she sat on a bed and spread her legs apart. She
ran her fingers over her shaved pussy, playing with herself.
Abby reached her right hand down and ran her fingers along my thigh as I kept
masturbating. She traced up until her finger just barely brushed my balls, then
moved up and caressed the back of my hand as it moved. Beads of pre-cum
began sliding down the tip of my dick. Abby took her finger and wiped it up, then
brought it up to her lips. She closed her eyes and slowly and sensually licked it up.
She put her fingertip in her mouth and sucked off what was left, moaning slightly to
I could hardly believe that it. For years I had known her as my shy little s****r who
always seemed uncomfortable. Around everyone else, she would hardly say two
words. But now in this room with me another part of her entirely seemed to be
Still watching her face, I noticed her eyes were back on the computer. I looked at
it and saw that now the guy had come in and was licking around the lips of her
pussy. Abby's hand reached back down to my thigh and quickly traced their way
to my balls. We both watched the video, and with me stroking had high speed she
took two fingers and lightly caressed around my balls. Her fingers rubbed a little
circle around my sack, then traced around the outside, stopping underneath to
tickle the a little more.
In the video, the guy had started flicking his tongue across her clit. Knowing I didn't
have long, I took my free hand and placed it on hers. I guided her thumb to the
base of my dick near my stomach, and then pulled her fingers on the skin right
underneath my balls. I squeezed her hand, causing her to tighten a grip in just the
way I often did when I jerked off. I released her hand and she held me, squeezing
firmly but not too tightly. I reached my free arm around behind me and grabbed
onto her bare shoulder.
Barely even aware of the woman cumming on the movie, I came hard myself,
splattering across my stomach. With each shot that spurted I felt myself pulsing
under my balls against the firm squeeze of Abby's fingers.
She kissed my neck, then ran her tongue along my ear. With her hand she cupped
my balls and squeezed them slightly. "Looks like you're totally spent. That's ok, my
turn can wait until tonight." She kissed my neck. "Maybe there's something on TV
now. You should come with me, we can find a movie." As she released my balls,
she ran her fingers gently across them and then up the length of my shaft before
turning away and leaving the room.
After dinner we sat in the living room and watched a movie with Mom. Half way
through, Abby left to take a shower and get ready for bed. My aided masturbation
took enough edge off that I managed to sit and watch the rest of the movie until
Mom went to bed.
Entering my room, I found Abby standing in the closet facing away from me
looking through her clothes. She was wrapped in her bath towel. Her red hair was
still damp and hung along her back. She'd heard me come in but had remained
where she was, only turning her head slightly to see me in the corner of my eye.
When she was sure I'd seen her, a soft smile came on her face. She closed her
eyes and tilted her turned head away from me, seeming to beckon me to her
I walked up behind her and placed my hands on her bare shoulders. I leaned my
head down and started placing kisses along her neck, working my way from near
her shoulder to just behind her ear.
She tugged the towel open in the front and let it fall to the floor, leaving her naked
next to me. She turned towards me slightly more, stretched towards me and
kissed me. For a few moments we stood there, and I enjoyed her soft lips melting
into mine. Then she turned and pushed me gently out of the closet.
I stood for a moment and just looked at her standing directly under the single light
bulb of my closet, much as I had seen her naked for the first time days before, but
without the same reservations. Her legs were long and slender. Though still young
and skinny, her body was tantalizingly round in her soft face, firm tits and ass. Her
skin was a pale, creamy white all over her body except for the freckles sprinkled
across her cheeks, shoulders, and arms. The white skin naturally drew attention to
the bright red color of her long hair and wispy pubes, which tapered neatly into the
fuzz covering her barely visible pussy lips.
She gave me a moment to stare. "Excuse me," she said, and then slid past me
out of the closet. She got onto the bed at the foot, then slowly crawled on all fours
up it, giving me a perfect view of her ass and pussy. Once at the head of the bed,
she reached over to the computer desk and started pulling up another website.
As she navigated the pages, clearly knowing where she wanted to go, she
wiggled her butt playfully in the air. She started playing a video and turned over
onto her back, her eyes never so much as glancing at me. Her hand went down
between her legs and started to pet her own pussy. Her finger traced around her
hole a few seconds as she stared at the computer, then began wiggling its way
between her moist lips and finally slowly plunged deep into her pussy.
In the video, a girl sat back in a chair with her legs spread. A guy kneeled down in
front of her and started to flick his tongue into her pussy. As his tongue touched
her, Abby's hips raised up slightly against her hand.
I got the hint, and didn't need to be told twice. I climbed onto the bed and rested
myself between her knees. As she continued staring at the computer and
fingering herself I took my hand and began caressing the inside of her thigh,
quickly making my way to the top. Much like she had lightly caressed my balls
earlier while I masturbated, I lightly ran my finger along the outside of one lip,
I stretched up farther and began placing kisses along her thigh, retracing my
fingers. When I reached about an inch from her pussy, I paused. Though I'd
fingered her several times already, I'd never seen a real pussy this close before.
Most of the girls I'd seen online had shaved pussies with stretched out parts that
seemed to practically fall open. Between Abby's legs was something quite
different. Her flesh looked soft yet tight, lightly covered with the red fuzz that he'd
come to adore. Instead of falling open, her lips seemed to be pulling themselves
apart, revealing soft pink inside. I felt my breath warming the air between it and
his mouth. The part that drove me the most wild was the sweet smell, unlike
anything I'd imagined before.
Cautiously, I leaned in and lightly kissed her right lip. I paused just a second then
kissed the left one, then again, more deeply. I ran my tongue through her fuzz
against her flesh, again switching sides. After a few passes, my traced the inside
of one lip, and then I finally and deeply delved into the middle.
The taste of her juices was even better than the smell. She moaned lightly, then
released herself and moved both hands to my head, running her fingers into my
hair and pressing me into her slowly thrusting hips. I slurped across her, more
slowly than the guy in the video. After a minute, I turned my head a bit and started
deeply kissing her pussy as I would her mouth, with my lips pressing against hers
and my tongue delved as deeply into her pussy as I could get it.
She had clearly lost interest in the video. She pulled me by my hair and
repositioned my mouth over the top of her pussy. "Lick my clit," she moaned to
me between deep breathes. I flicked my tongue across her and, finding its place,
gently circled around it, occasionally flicking across. Her hips rose up more and
her back arched to meet my mouth. I brought one hand up and grabbed her ass.
I brought up my other hand to her pussy as I kept licking around her clit and slid a
finger inside her. I stroked against the texture of the inside of her vagina. Her
breathing again quickened along with her gentle moans, and I closed my lips
around her clit, sucking lightly. As I quickened my pace, I felt her ass clench in my
grip and, pressing my head more with her hands, grinded against my mouth. I
kept building the pace to a furious pitch, until finally she came. With each pulse,
her back arched, her ass clenched hard and her pussy squeezed my finger tight. I
kept sucking and stroking to meet each pulse and felt her juices flowing freely
down my finger onto my hand.
She finally relaxed and slowly released my head. Holding my finger inside her a
bit longer, I took my tongue and gently lapped her pussy around it, pulling in all of
her sweetness I could.
I brought my dick in gently between her lips until it touched them both, my tip just
barely in her mouth. I slowly stroked my cock as it sat there. Suddenly and yet
slowly, she closed her lips around my head. Her mouth opened again slightly, and
I felt the end of her tongue push against my dick, but only for a moment. Her lips
puckered out again and closed a little farther down around my dick, taking my
whole head into her mouth. She shifted her body slightly again and let out a soft
"Mmmm." I couldn't believe she was still asl**p!
Some impulse buried deep within her sl**ping brain caused her to start sucking
gently at what was in her mouth. I couldn't help pressing my dick into her mouth
just a bit further. With my fingertips pinching my shaft I made short, sharp strokes
on my dick. Abby's mouth sucked a little harder, and I felt her tongue press
against my head, rubbing slightly with each suckle.
I couldn't take anymore. I pulled out of her mouth and came. I turned slightly and
the first few hard spurts shoot across her back, a bit even reaching her ass. Much
of the rest dribble off my dick and fall onto her cheek, where part slowly slid down
her chin. She again moistened her lips and then closed her mouth.
I still worried what she might think if she awoke and found out what I'd done. I took
a tissue and gently wiped my cum off her face without disturbing her. With my dick
gradually softening, I climbed over her and snuggled up against her. She turned
again to her side facing away from me, and I pressed against her back, feeling
the warm wetness of my cum sticking on her back and ass. I lay there and
gradually drifted towards sl**p.
Abby shifted slightly again, her head turning towards mine. Just as I was nearly
asl**p, her soft whisper shocked me awake. My heart suddenly racing with fear
and regret, my brain finally processed the words she had said.
"Next time, spend more time on my pussy, and don't cum so fast. I was just getting
warmed up." She wiggled her bare ass against me until my dick nestled between
her ass cheeks, and then pulled the covers up over us.
It was Friday night, bedtime. Another week was over. Abby sat on the edge of my
bed in her pajamas, brushing her long, curly red hair slowly. She looked at me
standing naked, my dick a beam shooting straight from my body. At this point, it
only took the simple thought of my s****r to make it hard. Abby gave me a small
smile and kept brushing her hair.
I climbed into the bed behind and slid my legs under the sheets, my body and dick
facing her back. I touched her lower back as she kept brushing. I was a little antsy,
since we only had about 20 minutes together.
It had been nearly a month since Abby had moved into my room temporarily. For
the last two weeks, Mom had made me sl**p on the couch to give Abby more
privacy, clueless about what we had actually been doing. Since Mom would
sometimes check around the house late at night, I hadn't tried to sneak back into
my bed with Abby, giving my s****r and I little opportunities to be alone together
since. It had been a week since our last one, when we were aided in getting alone
time by Abby's friend Izzy, who had discovered and kept our secret.
On Thursday, the carpet people had come and put new carpet in Abby's room. All
the water damage had been repaired, and once we moved her stuff back in on
Saturday, she could move back in there. This would be her last night in my room.
Not wanting to miss another chance, I'd come up with the idea of telling Mom I
was taking a shower and sneaking into here with Abby after she'd gone to bed. I
kicked myself for not thinking of it earlier. So many missed chances.
Abby hadn't really been herself this week, or at least she hadn't been the relaxed
and playful Abby I'd come to know the last month. She was quieter, more distant.
"You alright, Abby?"
She turned to look at me. "Yeah." She obviously wasn't, but I wasn't going to pry
right now. She put her brush down, clicked off the light and laid down on her back
beside me. Our lips came together in a kiss, and I caressed her belly. As our
kissing became deeper, I slid my hand up under her shirt to her breast. As I
squeezed her, her hand moved to my thigh and gripped me. Her hand slid down
to my dick and gripped it and she began stroking it.
Not wanting to fall behind, I slid my hand down her front and into her waistband,
pushing past her hairs until they reached the soft flesh of her pussy. We stroked
on each other, and I began pushing my finger into her hole. She wasn't as wet as
she often was. In general she seemed a little more mechanical this time, without
the sense of abandon that she usually exhibited. Maybe she just needed a little
more time to relax and get into it. I figured this might be just what she needed to
get out of her funk. I slid my finger in and out shallowly, giving her juices a chance
to work up.
Raising her hips in the air slightly, she pulled her bottoms down and off and rolled
onto her side, facing away from me. As she scooted back to me, she reached
between her legs and grabbed my dick, squeezing it between her thighs and she
nestled her butt into my pelvis and stomach. I pressed into her, feeling her firm,
round butt cheeks spread slightly against me and my dick push between her
thighs. I wrapped my lower arm around her under her head, allowing me to rest on
that elbow and reach her breast. My other hand petted her pubes, and a pressed
a finger between her squeezed thighs along her pussy. She opened her thighs
and bit and stroked my dick as I slid my finger into her.
After just a moment, she pushed my arm back from her with her elbow and
wiggled her ass down my pelvis slightly, pressing the length of my dick along her
pussy. She again squeezed her thighs together and started rotating her hips,
grinding herself along my shaft. I could feel her pussy lips wrap a little ways
around me, now much wetter, with my head against her clit, her fingers pressing it
in harder. She slid her pussy along my length, her ass rubbing against my
stomach. With my free hand I grabbed her hip, steadying her and pressing her
harder against me.
Slowing the pace, she rotated her hips forward a bit more. With careful control,
she let my head press between her pussy lips. Each firm rock of her pelvis
brought my dick farther between her lips, until I felt the pressure of her pelvic bone
vanish into softness. The head of dick was now right at the entrance of my s****r's
vagina, dipping ever so slightly into it.
My body desperately wanted to just thrust, pressing my whole dick into her in one
move, but instead I completely froze, finding myself unwilling to take that step yet.
Despite everything we'd done together, the idea of actually fucking Abby had
never seemed possible. I never figured Abby would be willing, and though I'd
never even really thought about it consciously, the possibility of impregnating my
s****r terrified me. Even so, at that moment I knew that if she pushed my dick
inside her, I couldn't stop myself.
Abby held me there a moment, holding the tip of my dick ever so slightly inside
her. Suddenly, she opened her thighs, pulled herself off me and rolled onto her
back next to me. Both of us seemed in a state of slight shock, and we lay there
stiffly a minute, saying nothing. Finally, she grabbed me and hugged me tightly.
"What is it?" I asked her.
"I'm sorry, its just..." She trailed off. Was she upset about what had just nearly
happened? Though I had never had pushed her or even suggested it, had she
somehow felt pressured or obligated to go that far, but couldn't?
"It's okay, Abby. I never wanted to make you feel-"
Abby cut me off. "Its just, how long can we do this?" Her voice was a frantic
whisper. "We can't keep this up forever, always pretending to everyone else.
We'd never be able to lead a normal life."
"Oh," was all I managed. So that's why she was upset.
"We're supposed to graduate, move out of here, go to college, get jobs, have
families. How I do any of that if I just want to be with you? Our whole lives would be
a sham. We'll have to stop sometime. And being so close to you has just so...
amazing... that I know the longer we keep going, the harder it will be to ever stop."
I didn't respond, didn't know how to. I didn't want to stop, but I knew somewhere
deep down that she was right. Being with as close with Abby as I was now, not
just sexually but emotionally, had become so important to me, I knew that I'd never
want to give it up. But how could we live normal lives apart from each other,
always hiding our true selves from everyone?
We both sat up on the bed next to each other. I think Abby knew what I was
feeling. She hugged me again, and we held each other tightly.
"Tomorrow I'm going back to my own room. This may be time to let this go. Let it
be just a weird thing that happened during that weird time I shared your room, and
maybe we can both get over it."
I wanted to disagree, but had no arguments. I knew she was right. We simply held
each other, saying nothing, and savoring what may be our last moments together
the way we were.
It had been nearly 30 minutes since I started my shower, much longer than my
usual. I somehow managed to pull myself from her and went into the bathroom. I
stopped at the door and looked back at her pale skin in the dim light that came
from the bathroom. Her breasts were still covered in her thin camisole, her nipples
erect. Her legs were closed but even in the dim light her red pubic hair seemed to
blaze. She looked sadder than I'd ever seen her. I f***ed the images from my
head and closed the door behind me.
I slept poorly that night on the couch, thinking about her constantly. How hard it
would be to see her everyday, pretend I didn't feel the way I knew I would. Every
time I saw her in pajamas, every time she sat by the side of the couch, every time
she would look at me with sadness in her eyes, and I'd know she remembered it,
too... it would be hell. I couldn't even imagine her dating someone else, let alone
Somehow I managed to fall asl**p. They let me sl**p in until about 10 before
waking me to help with Abby's room. We pulled the furniture in from the garage
and brought her stuff out of my room. Trying to act normal while moving Abby back
was the hardest thing I'd ever done. We had all the main things set up by evening.
I went alone to pick up Izzy to bring her over for dinner with us.
"So, you get Abby's room set up again," Izzy asked after getting in my car.
"Abby and I have decided to, uh, stop."
"What? Why?" I explained our reasons.
Her reaction surprised me. I expected Izzy to be saddened for us, but instead she
seemed genuinely angry.
"What does it matter to you?"
"You guys were awesome together!" It's what she'd said about us the week
before, when she'd watched and even given us instructions when Abby and I gave
each other oral sex.
I started to get mad back at her. Were we just playthings to her, then? Was she
just upset that her show was ending so soon? She didn't even have the decency
to pretend to care about her friend's broken feelings. I fumed at her until we got
home, but didn't feel like bothering to say any of it. If she was that shallow, then I
could just be done with her, now, too.
We got home and went inside. Around Mom, Izzy's demeanor changed suddenly,
and she acted perfectly content as she said she'd already eaten, and would just
go check out Abby's room until we were done. I could tell she was still mad as she
went in there.
After dinner, Abby went into her room with Izzy. Not wanting to be with either of
them right then, I went into my bedroom and locked both doors. It was again my
own personal fortress, and I wouldn't let anyone in there again.
I came out around 10 to let the dogs in. Mom was just heading to bed herself and
told me to take Izzy home. I walked stiffly into Abby's room. Abby was on her bed
and Izzy was sitting on the floor. Both seemed dour. Abby had clearly been telling
Izzy all about it.
"Come on, its time to go home," I told Izzy coldly.
Izzy didn't budge from her seat on the floor. "Come in here a minute and close the
door," she said.
"Its time to go-" I started to repeat.
"I'm not getting up until you come in here and close the door."
I wanted to just grab her and drag her out, but knew that was a bad idea. Angry, I
went in and shut the door behind me, intent on ignoring anything she said and just
getting her out of there.
Izzy calmed herself a bit and took a deep breath. "My mom died in a car wreck
almost 3 years ago. What I remember most about her is how much she and Dad
loved each other. It wasn't until she was gone that I realized how special it was.
They lived for each other. I've looked around at couples on TV, grown-ups in real
life, and I've never seen any couple that accepted and supported each other like
they had until I met you two.
"When my Mom died, it broke my Dad. Since then, he's worked harder, made lots
of friends, we've moved to a bigger house, gotten a better car, lived a life like
everyone thinks he should, but the whole time I could see he wasn't the same.
None of it mattered to him, not really. I know he loves me, but I could never fill that
"What I've learned is that if I ever find something like that, like what you have, I'm
not going to give it up. I think its better to build a life around one thing that really
matters to you, no matter how hard, than around a thousand things that don't." Her
voice had gone soft, the anger gone, as she poured out her heart. We all sat in
silence. She got up. "Alright, I'm ready to go home now."
When I dropped her off, I apologized for being short with her. I'd clearly misread
"It's okay. Do you think what I said will make a difference?"
"I don't know," I answered.
I drove home, and thought about what my future would be without Abby. I'd had
only one real girlfriend before her, and it'd been nothing like what I had with Abby. I
couldn't imagine feeling the same way about anyone else. Izzy was right; I'd spend
the rest of life trying to forget, going through the motions of everything else. As I
went back into our quiet house, I knew what my heart wanted.
I pushed the door to Abby's room open slowly. She was still sitting on her bed
where she'd been. "Hey," I said.
"Hey, she said back solemnly. I closed the door and sat down beside her. "I just
don't know what to think. It just seems so impossible, but I think..." She sighed and
stared at the floor. I put my arm around her shoulder and held her. She looked up
at me. "Do you love me?"
Despite what I wanted, I didn't dare do anything that would push her towards a
decision she wasn't comfortable with and might regret. Still, I had to tell her what I
felt. "You're my s****r, Abby. I've always loved you, and always will, in a way I'll
never love anyone else. And now..."
Suddenly, Abby kissed me. Her lips pressed hard into mine, as she seemed to try
to push all her feelings of fear and anxiety. After just a moment of surprise, I
hugged her tighter and kissed back, and we sat with our lips pressed firmly and
stiffly into each other.
We gradually softened, kissing at each other's lips, and her tongue pressed into
my mouth. It was the most passionate kiss I've ever had.
She finally pulled back from me and we stared in each other's eyes. Abby yanked
her pants and panties off. Spreading her legs, she leaned back on her bed. She
put her hand on my head, and gently guided it downward towards her crotch.
"Kiss me," she said simply.
Our eyes still locked, I got onto my knees on the floor in front of her. Licking my
lips, I leaned right into her and placed a firm, wet kiss right in the middle of her
pussy. Our gaze finally broke as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back,
feeling my lips caress her moist flesh.
Abby was as aroused as I'd ever seen her. Her pussy was covered in moisture, it
lips visibly swollen. For the first time her smaller inner lips poked up above the
outer ones, laying slightly on the inner edge of her red fuzz. Her lips were spread
far apart, and I could see the darkness of her vagina inside. I dove my tongue into
Abby grabbed the back of my head with one hard and pressed me into her,
clenching her butt. She was trembling. I slid my tongue in and out of her as deeply
as possible, letting her juices ooze into my mouth.
Abby pulled me back from her head. "Take off your clothes." I stood up and
complied, stripping as quickly as I could. Abby rose from the bed and pulled off
her shirt and bra. Grabbing my shoulders, she twisted me around. "Lay down,"
I lay down on her bed, Abby wasting no time in climbing on top of me, straddling
me. She laid herself down on top of me, breasts pressing into my chest, her
mouth by my ear. I took a deep breath, smelling the lavender scent in her room
mixing with the sweet smell of her juices still on my mouth. My dick lay against my
stomach, and Abby lowered her hips onto me, again pressing her pussy onto the
length of my shaft.
Rising just a bit, she slid her hand between us and grabbed my dick. She slid my
head all around her pussy, our mutual moisture making everything smooth and
slick. She again brought the head of my dick to the opening of her vagina,
pressing my tip ever so slightly into her and pausing, as she'd done the night
before. I was practically holding my breath.
She pressed the head of my dick into her hole. My butt clench and I gasped;
surprised I didn't cum right then. She slid me my head in and out of her in slow
motions. I found my hips rising slightly to meet each one.
Holding my dick tightly in her hand, she pressed me into her further. My dick could
barely squeeze into her, and she gasped, pulling back just a moment. Slowly,
timidly, but steadily, she slid deeper onto my dick, letting her vagina stretch
around me. She pulled her hand back up to get it out of the way, and slowly slid
down me, until her pelvis reached mine. Spreading her legs as far apart as she
could, she let her full weight press into me, pushing my dick as far inside of her as
she could. I grabbed her by her hips and butt cheeks, holding her onto me tightly.
We lay motionless a minute, breathing and feeling. She was so tight, yet so warm
and wet, simultaneously pressing against every square inch of my dick. At that
moment, nothing existed except for her pussy and my penis.
She slid back off of me partway, every movement still slow and careful. "Go slow,"
she whispered in my ear.
Slowly, I pushed my dick a little deeper inside her again. I moved slowly and
shallowly, not pressing all the way in again yet and not pulling out. With each push,
she stretched a little more to accommodate me, and the movements became
slicker. I sped up slightly, letting my dick move farther back each time, until I was
almost pulling out of her after each thrust. I pulled back slowly until just the head of
my dick still hovered in her hole and held her there, enjoying the anticipation. She
I f***efully thrust into her, pressing my dick as deeply as I could get it. Abby
gasped breathlessly. Lost in my arousal, I began thrusting into her harder and
faster. I held her hips tightly and pushed her into me with each thrust, pulling back
each time to let myself slide along her a little more. She again spread her legs,
pushing herself into me with all her weight.
Our pace increased quickly. She was moaning with each of her quick, shallow
exhalations as she bounced on top of me. We quickly approached climax.
"I'm going to cum," I managed to say in heavy breath. I tried to lift her up and pull
out of her.
Instead, she wrapped her arms under my shoulders and thrust down onto me with
all her might, easily overcoming my weakened hands, her body starting to pulse
with orgasm. This last, deep thrust into her easily made me cum with her. Giving
up any resistance, I grabbed her ass and pulled her into me, both of us just
pressing and holding onto each other as hard as we could. My dick jumped inside
her with pulse after pulse, squirting my cum out. Her butt and thighs clenched
rhythmically and her vagina squeezed my dick, seeming to try to milk every last
drop of cum out of me.
I came down from my orgasm first, and continued pressing into her and holding
her tightly until she was done. Totally spent, we just laid there together with my
dick still in her pussy, letting all the emotions from our roller-coaster last couple of
days just fade away.
When she finally dismounted me, my dick was almost back to its normal size, only
slightly still erect, and damp from tip to base. She collapsed next to me on the bed
and cuddled up to my side.
Rationality slowly returned, and I found myself tense. "I'm not so sure that was a
good idea. I mean, what if you..."
To my surprise, Abby smiled at me. Crawling over to her nightstand, she dug into
it until she pulled out a small silver sheet and showed it to me. It had four rows of
punch-out pills, the first row already gone. "Izzy gave me these last week. She has
a whole bunch of them." I was elated, and all signs of tension vanished. Abby
cuddled back into again. The world suddenly seemed like a great place once
"I guess we've made up our minds, then?" I said.
She kissed my cheek. "I love you so much, b*****r. I never want to be apart from
We lay there until I was nearly asl**p. I finally got up, collected my clothes and
headed for my room through the adjoining bathroom. As I entered, Abby called
"Don't lock your door. You're still going to be sharing your room with me."
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