1. Sharing My Room With My s****r (Part 3)


    Date: 3/9/2016, Categories: First Time Taboo Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Source: xHamster 

    ... eaten, and would just go check out Abby's room until we were done. I could tell she was still mad as she went in there. After dinner, Abby went into her room with Izzy. Not wanting to be with either of them right then, I went into my bedroom and locked both doors. It was again my own personal fortress. I could keep everybody out, this time for good. I set about returning my own things to normal, trying to fill in every gap that had been left by the absence of Abby’s stuff. Oddly, I couldn’t remember where some things had been, or how other areas had been arranged. There was now a hole on a shelf in the closet where Abby had kept her shorts, pajamas, and underwear that I just couldn’t seem to get filled in with anything. I knew I’d had stuff there before she’d moved in, but everything I tried putting there now just seemed out of place. I emerged around ten to let the dogs in. Mom was just heading to bed herself and told me to take Izzy home. I walked stiffly into Abby's room. Abby was on her bed and Izzy was sitting on the floor. Both seemed dour. Abby had clearly been telling Izzy all about it. &#034Come on, it’s time to go home,&#034 I told Izzy coldly. Izzy didn't budge from her seat on the floor. &#034Come in here a minute and close the door,&#034 she said. &#034It’s time to go-&#034 I started to repeat. She crossed her arms. &#034I'm not getting up until you come in here and close the door.&#034 I wanted to just grab her and drag her out, but knew that probably wouldn’t ...
    ... go well. I went in and shut the door behind me, intent on ignoring anything she said and just getting her out of there. Izzy calmed herself a bit and took a deep breath. &#034My mom died in a car wreck about two and a half years ago. What I remember most about her is how much she and Dad loved each other. It wasn't until she was gone that I realized how special it was. They lived for each other. I've looked around at couples on TV, grown-ups in real life, and I've never seen any couple that accepted and supported each other like they had until I met you two. &#034When my Mom died, it broke my Dad. Since then, he's worked harder, made lots of friends, we've moved to a bigger house, gotten a better car, lived a life like everyone thinks he should, but the whole time I could see he wasn't the same. None of it mattered to him, not really. I know he loves me, but I could never quite fill that void. &#034What I've learned is that if I ever find something like that, like what you have, I'm not going to give it up. I think it’s better to build a life around one thing that really matters to you, no matter how hard, than around a thousand things that don't.&#034 Her voice had gone soft, the anger gone, as she poured out her heart. We all sat in silence. She got up. &#034Alright, I'm ready to go home now.&#034 When I dropped her off, I apologized for being short with her. I'd clearly misread her anger. &#034It's okay. Do you think what I said will make a difference?&#034 &#034I don't ...
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