Author: Siscentis
Title: Sharing My Room with My Sister
Part: Part 10
Summary: With their time sharing a room coming to an end, Abby
and Brad have to decide what's best for their future.
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.


More stories available at www.asstr.org/~Siscentis
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I stepped out of my pants, pushed them against a wall and tossed
my shirt on top of them. The bathroom wasn’t particularly cold,
but a shiver jumped up my bare body. I adjusted the water
temperature in the shower for no real reason other than that I
was a bit apprehensive, and then checked to make sure that the
doors to the hall and Abby's empty room were locked. I slowly
opened the door to my room and looked inside.

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 sister to make it hard. Abby gave me a small
smile and kept brushing her hair.

I climbed into the bed behind her and slid my legs under the
sheets, my body and dick facing her back. I touched her lower
back; she kept brushing. I was a little antsy. We only had about
twenty 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 sleep on the
couch to give Abby more privacy, clueless about what we had
actually been doing. Since Mom would sometimes go through to
check the front door lock of the house late at night, I hadn't
tried to sneak back into my bed with Abby, giving my sister and
me few opportunities to be alone together ever 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; it was the last repair work to be done. The next
day, we were going to return all her things back to her room, and
she could move back in. 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 opportunities.

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 lay 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 through her hairs until I reached the
soft flesh of her pussy. I  pushed 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 back 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
sister'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. 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
hadn’t even really thought about it consciously, the possibility
of impregnating my sister 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, it’s just..." She trailed off. Was she upset about
what had just nearly happened? Though I had never pushed her or
even suggested it, had she somehow felt pressured or obligated to
go all way, but couldn't?

"It's okay, Abby. I never wanted to make you feel-"

Abby cut me off. "It’s 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 can 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 been 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 thirty 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 forced 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 every day, 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 didn’t want to think
about finding another girlfriend. Let alone imagine her dating
someone else, even someday getting married…
Somehow I managed to fall asleep. They let me sleep in until
about ten 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 one of the
hardest things 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.

"Yeah."

"What's wrong?"

"Abby and I have decided to, uh, stop."

"Stop what?"

"Everything."

"What? Why?" I half-heartedly 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?" I asked.

"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 stewed 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, too.

We got home and went inside. Around Mom, Izzy's demeanor changed
suddenly, and she acted perfectly complacent 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.  I
could keep everybody out, this time for good. I set about
returning my own things to normal, trying to fill in every gap
that had been left by the absence of Abby’s stuff.  Oddly, I
couldn’t remember where some things had been, or how other areas
had been arranged. There was now a hole on a shelf in the closet
where Abby had kept her shorts, pajamas, and underwear that I
just couldn’t seem to get filled in with anything. I knew I’d had
stuff there before she’d moved in, but everything I tried putting
there now just seemed out of place.

I emerged around ten 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, it’s 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.

"It’s time to go-" I started to repeat.

She crossed her arms. "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
probably wouldn’t go well.  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 about two and a half 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 quite fill that void.

"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 it’s
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 her anger.

"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 sister,
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 it.

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," she said.

I did. Abby wasted 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; I was 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
wide, 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 was quivering.

I forcefully 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
rectangle 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 more.

"I guess we've made up our minds, then?" I said.

She kissed my cheek. "I love you so much, brother. I never want
to be apart from you."

We lay there until I was nearly asleep. I finally got up,
collected my clothes and headed for my room through the adjoining
bathroom. As I entered, Abby called after me.

"Don't lock your door. You're still going to be sharing your room
with me."