Author: Siscentis
Title: Sharing My Room with My Sister
Part: Part 1
Summary: A storm-broken window causes two shy teenagers to share
the same room.
Keywords: inc, mf, cons, rom


Copyright © by the Author, 2014

Author's note: this story was previously posted on XNXX by myself
under the name "hardandsoft". This version is corrected and
edited.

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I woke up to a large crash of thunder, followed by 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 sister Abby come into my room
carrying a sleeping 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 asleep.

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

"Why can't you sleep on the couch?"

"The dogs." Our German Shepherd and Heeler 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, sis, 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.

"Let’s try to get some sleep," I said. She got up and started
rolling out the sleeping 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
night’s sleep. Tomorrow's likely to be hard too, with school and
taking care of your room."

"Thanks." She climbed into the bed and was asleep almost
immediately.

As I laid out the sleeping 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 peeked down at Abby
to make sure she was asleep. Then I crawled into the sleeping 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 were 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 that was 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 saw 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 sister 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 sis." 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 sleeping on the floor last
night."

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

"No, I can't have you sleeping on the floor after a hard day.
It’s 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. "It’s
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 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 sister'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 sister,
naked with her back turned to me through my underwear on a shelf
in the closet. She was only a little shorter than me, with long,
wavy red hair and soft, pale skin. Her figure was still maturing,
but she already had a modest hourglass shape, with a round,
nicely curved 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 flame red, and seemed 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, "Sis, 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 have 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 brother and sister see each
naked."

We watched TV for a while until after Mom turned in for the
night, 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 in my bedroom to put on her
pajamas before I went back in.

"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 sleeping 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 sleeping bag and crammed
a towel under the bathroom door.

Abby watched me as I did it. "You really shouldn't be sleeping on
that cold hard floor, especially if you're already sore."

"And what kind of brother would I be if I let you sleep 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 lying
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 on the narrow twin bed. 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, sis," 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 losing 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 losing 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 to jump slightly in excitement against Abby's ass, and as
I cupped her breast and touched her nipple, she breathed out long
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 than 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 asleep. I fell asleep holding
her, and wishing she'd get to share my room with me forever.