Author: Siscentis
Title: Sharing My Room with My Sister
Part: Part 2
Summary: A nervous teenager wonders if lightning can strike
twice.
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 drove to school in the morning along with my sister, Abby,
completely preoccupied thinking about the night before. A storm
had broken the window in her room and soaked it two nights past,
forcing me to share my room with her. The next day, after an
accidental walk-in of our 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 sleeping bag on the floor.

What had happened in bed after the lights were out felt 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; and yet, I remembered it
so vividly.

I looked over at Abby in the seat next to me. 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 sleepwalked
through. 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 practically ran outside to see
my sister 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 the
flocks of other people exiting and milling around the front of
the school. 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 had to stay 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 some more. I heard the water turn on, and
couldn't help the thought 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 risking stepping over to the door, sliding sideways as
casually as I could until I had a view.

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,
and 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.

Suddenly, I was simply staring slack jawed at empty white space
in the bathroom, and I pulled myself away from the door, taking
two steps back and dropping into my computer chair. Keeping
myself under wraps 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 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, knowing 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, it’s 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, and 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 impress upon us 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 pestering her too much, and
remind me to not make things more difficult by complaining about
the bunking situation.

When dinner and the discussion were finally over, it was late,
and Abby and I went to my room.  I headed to the bathroom to get
ready for bed.

"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 sleeping 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 sleeping 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 flatly 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 underwear. I resolved to just wait
it out, even if I had to lie there still and hard all night.

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 sleep, 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 sleep, 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 making a mistake based on what I wanted 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
asleep. 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 asleep, 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 asleep? 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 asleep, 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 still 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 sleep, 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.