Author: Siscentis
Title: Sharing My Room with My Sister
Part: Part 3
Summary: Brad and Abby try to get back to there normal lives, but
find it difficult.
Keywords: inc, mf, oral, 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 in bed next to my sister 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 sleeping sis. 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 brother and
sister 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 appearance 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 from a storm a few nights ago had wreaked
havoc in her room, forcing her to share my room with me and
requiring a large portion of her clothes be sent to a laundry
service; this old set of sleepwear was all she had left
available. The top was long-sleeved with snaps down the middle,
the fabric stretching around her causing gaps to open between the
them. This morning I noticed her nipples standing out through the
fabric, and I thought about how I slid my hand inside her shirt
two nights before.

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 I knew this was something else: the remnants
of what I 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 situation had been confined solely 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
happening.

We finished breakfast and got up to head back to my room to get
ready for school. My mom stopped me a moment. "Hold on there. 
Give Abby some privacy. She gets to get ready first, and then
when she’s done you can go slop yourself together in the last
five minutes like you usually do anyway. Be sympathetic for
once.” She went off to finish getting ready for work. I had no
choice but to sit on the couch and wait for a bit, feeling stung.
I thought I’d always been reasonably sympathetic to Abby.

My mom finally left for work, and I headed to my room to get
ready with only the pre-allotted five 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. 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 slightly.

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 tonight."

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
losing 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 six 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 ounce 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, even petty 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 my cap brim
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, he 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 released
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, as
my dick shot repeated volleys of cum onto us both.

When it was over, we both stayed where we were, breathing. She
turned her face to me smiling, and I saw my cum spread across it,
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, it’s 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.