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

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

... years seeking solitude in that room, but for once, it just seemed empty. I’d already grown accustomed to having her there. In just two short weeks, I’d accepted our cramped set-up and stopped worrying about when her room would be fixed enough for her to return to it full time. It had been an eventful two weeks. Mom was already gone to work for the day. Over the past couple of years, she’d gone from just being unfairly hard on me to seeming to actively dislike my presence, taking on extra nursing jobs constantly. That suited me just fine; I was happy to be away from her venom. And it meant another day to spend alone with my s****r. As I went to the bathroom I realized I was again a free man. On Saturday I had become Abby's slave for the day after losing a c***dish bet and a c***dish argument. A day of teasing, nudity, schoolwork, near-constant erections, and a massage before she finally gave me release. In all, an unforgettable day. As I went into my closet to get dressed, I thought again about how she had commanded me to kiss and lick her ass. I'd never had any fantasy about doing that before, but my arousal after a day of teasing and how much it turned her on had made it very hot. Together, we’d just been so wild, passionate, uninhibited. I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. By the time I managed to even really look at clothes, I had a large hard-on. Being alone with her all day again boded well for me. I decided against anything restrictive, and simply grabbed a ...

... t-shirt and some loose fitting workout shorts. I went to find my s****r with a good-sized tent leading the way. I found her on the couch talking on the phone. &#034I'll see you in a bit,&#034 she said, and hung up the phone. &#034I'm glad you're up. My friend Izzy's going to come over for the day and we need to go pick her up.&#034 She jumped up and headed to my car. I was a bit put out. My hopes for the day were shot before they started. What's more, with someone else over with Abby all day, we'd have to hide any indication of what was happening between us. I sighed and followed her. Abby had just started high school a couple of months ago, and was having a hard time adjusting. She'd fallen out with her old friends from middle school and had been pretty depressed about it. Within a week of her moving into my room, she'd finally made friends with Izzy. I knew having this friend was important to her, so I had to be supportive. Abby had told me a bit about Izzy. She was new to the district and had similar trouble making new friends. We reached her house and Abby ran to the door. As she and Izzy walked back to the car, I saw why they'd become friends. They acted like they’d known each other for years. Izzy was shorter than Abby, but looked more mature, with a fuller figure and rounder face; a bit heavy but mostly able to pull it off due to a not inconsiderable amount of it being in her chest. Both girls had pale, clear skin, though Izzy's seemed to somehow even be a shade whiter than ...