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

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

... down at the computer. Even as I looked through the porn, each time a new page loaded I found my eyes turning to look at Abby asl**p in my bed just inches away from me. I focused on the computer, but every handjob, blowjob, and redhead made me think of Abby. I tried lesbian pictures, but as soon as I saw a tongue on a pussy, my eyes were back on Abby. After a week with her, porn just wasn't cutting it. I started on old video clip I'd downloaded, turning the volume up a bit and hoping the moans might have an effect. I turned my chair into the bed, shaking it. None of it caused her to stir. I just wasn’t going to break her out of it. I turned my chair and stared at her. She was lying on her side facing towards me, wearing a red camisole whose fabric made her skin look even softer. Her tits pushed right through the light material, showing every curve, her nipples sticking straight out towards me. Even though her clothes were all back from the laundry service, she was again wearing a pair of my boxer-briefs as her only bottoms. They were too big for her, but still her round ass managed to stretch the fabric. I needed to touch her. Up until now she'd be willing for anything I'd initiated, but taking advantage of her like this seemed like it might be a step too far for my typically shy s****r. But the idea was already my head, and I knew there would be no getting away from it. I was simply too horny, and couldn't sl**p without release. I reached out from the chair and placed my ...

... hand against the skin on the side above her waist where her shirt didn't quite cover. I slid my hand up her side, carefully watching for any sign of consciousness. Seeing none, I slid my hand down to her breast, cupping it gently in my hand, and then pinching her nipple, pausing a moment to check again for movement. As delicately as I could, I pulled her top up, sliding it slowly under her side on the bed, pulling it out and over her tits. Her firm B-cups sank only a little downward. With both hands I ran my fingers across and around her breasts, and leaned over to them. I kissed her top nipple gently, and then suckled at it while squeezing it gently. Setting my sights downward, I carefully pulled her waistband out and down and peeked inside at the triangle of red curly hair, leading down out of my sight. Just as I was about to slip my hand inside, Abby groaned wearily and, smacking her mouth, rolled over on her front, her head still turned on her pillow facing me. Her breathing soon returned to long, slow breaths, eyes shut motionless. I continued. Her legs were slightly apart, and I moved down the bed so I could get a better look. The legs of the boxer-briefs were too wide for her thighs, and on one side had fallen open in a way that showed her skin all the way up her smooth thigh the top of her leg, with just a bit of her pussy lips and red fuzz showing. I licked my lips and slowly pulled back the leg opening more, giving a full view of her soft pussy mound. Now half on the ...