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

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

... her. Our heads leaned together and we began kissing. After our lips separated, she pulled away. &#034I just remembered, I have a science project I need to work on this weekend. I'd better start on it tonight.&#034 She told me what it was. I'd had the same teacher the year before and had done the same project. &#034I remember that one. Isn't it a group project, though?&#034 &#034Yes, but the other members of my group didn't volunteer to do much. It's easier if I do it myself.&#034 &#034Abby, don't be such a pushover,&#034 I told her. Abby had always been shy, and was afraid of confrontation. &#034It's not cool that your group saddled you with all the work. Why'd you let them do that?&#034 &#034I don't know, I didn't want to be the bitch.&#034 &#034There's a difference between being a bitch and standing up for yourself.&#034 &#034Sorry.&#034 &#034See, there, you're doing it again,&#034 I teased her. &#034Stop it! You can't be so afraid of making other people uncomfortable.&#034 She rolled her eyes. &#034Fine, I'll try next time.&#034 She worked on the project a while, then we headed out to grab some burgers for dinner. We got our food and sat down at a table. Abby opened hers, sighed a bit and pushed it to the side. &#034They get your order wrong?&#034 She nodded. &#034Take it back up there and get them to make you a new one.&#034 &#034That's alright, I'm not that hungry.&#034 &#034This is exactly what I'm talking about. A little confrontation won't hurt anything. They get this ...

... a dozen times a day; they don't care. We paid for it, they should get it right.&#034 She still hesitated. I rolled my eyes, then took the burger back myself. I came back a couple of minutes later with a new one. &#034See.&#034 &#034Fine.&#034 She was obviously annoyed at my pushing her. I decided to drop it for now. We went home and Abby declared she was taking her dog for a walk. Feeling anxious that she was mad at me, I grabbed my dog and went with her. We walked down to the park together as we'd done for years. When we got there we let the dogs off their leashes and Abby threw a ball for her dog Angie, a blue healer. My dog Willow, a German Shepherd, ran and beat her to it. &#034Your dog's being a jerk,&#034 she said to me. She was clearly still annoyed. &#034My dog's fine. I think Angie's just being a push-over.&#034 I'd reverted to my older, more antagonistic big b*****r self. My comment clearly didn't go over well. &#034No she's not! I bet she beats Willow this time.&#034 &#034You're on.&#034 Buster brought the ball back to me, and I tossed it back to Abby. As she picked it up, I stepped closer to Angie. When Abby threw the ball, I grabbed Angie's tail a moment, giving Willow a head start. &#034See. Angie is a push-over.&#034 &#034Cheater. You're afraid of a fair race.&#034 Willow had always been the faster dog. There wasn't really any question who would win, but now Abby had committed to backing up Angie's honor. I decided to exploit this. &#034Tough talk. What are we ...