Sharing My Room With My s****r (Part2) - Sex Stories

Sharing My Room With My s****r (Part2)

... warning to behave myself. Frustrated at again not getting to spend the night with Abby, I followed them into my room. Izzy was sitting in the computer chair and Abby was on the bed, talking. I went in and plopped down next to Abby on the bed with my back against the wall. My plan was to wait out the next hour or so while Abby and Izzy chatted, then we'd take Izzy home and I might finally get some alone time with Abby. &#034Did you two enjoy the movie?&#034 Izzy asked us. Somewhat embarrassed, I just nodded. &#034I know I did,&#034 Abby said. Both girls giggled. I picked up a book and tried to ignore them and read. Abby leaned toward Izzy and continued in a quieter voice. &#034Can you believe we did that in a movie theatre?&#034 It was clear that Abby was excited to have a friend she could finally talk to about this stuff. I wondered how much Abby had actually told Izzy about what we'd done over the past week. Last Sunday, Abby had described one of our encounters, trying to pretend it was from some porn she'd seen online, but it seemed likely that Izzy had realized it was us. I kept trying to read. &#034I bet that was fun. Touching him in there must have been pretty hot,&#034 Izzy, said more quietly. So she had seen what we were doing. Had she actually been able to see my dick? How much could she make out in the dark? I realized it wasn't that big of a deal. On Sunday, she had seen the tent in my pants just a few feet from her at one point, and later on she had watched from ...

... the bathroom while Abby and I had groped at each other. She'd of had a much better view of my dick in Abby's hand then. They continued in whispers and giggles for a minute, which I tried to not listen too. &#034Next time you go to the movies, you should suck on his dick,&#034 Izzy squeaked in an excited whisper. I liked the idea, but still said nothing. Their conversation turned a bit, and Abby told Izzy about our past week of inactivity as I slept on the couch. &#034That sucks,&#034 Izzy said. &#034Do you have to sl**p there again tonight?&#034 I looked over the book. &#034Yup.&#034 &#034That's too bad,&#034 Izzy said. &#034You have a bit of time now, though.&#034 Abby seemed to agree. She scooted over toward me and started kissing me. I pulled back. &#034Um…what about…” I gestured my head toward Izzy. &#034I don't mind,&#034 Izzy interjected. &#034I know how you must feel; you two need some time together. Just pretend I'm not here.&#034 She turned around in the chair and faced the computer. We couldn't very well send her out to sit with our Mom. I felt a little awkward at the prospect of doing more in front of Izzy, but at the same time, worried it might be the only chance we got. I figured a kiss wouldn’t hurt, either way. We started kissing again, as deeply as ever, and I could feel our saliva mixing as our tongues twisted. She rubbed my chest with her hand, and our hormones took over. My hand went again to her breast, and she wasted no time in unbuttoning my shirt. Tossing ...