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

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

... it. And it was sitting there right next to my s****r's face. I was almost in a panic, but tried to think reasonably. There are a hundred reasons a teenager might get a hard-on without it having to do with his s****r. Even assuming she'd seen it, there's no reason to believe she'd even think it was related to Abby. I got some lunch and ate in the kitchen. Soon their movie ended and Abby stuck her head into the kitchen. &#034We're going into your room for a bit. Is that ok?&#034 &#034Sure.&#034 After she left, I thought some more, and realized that might not be the best idea. My dick now as limp as it'd been in a week and a half, I practically ran to my room. They weren't there yet, and I heard them through the connecting bathroom in Abby's room. They walked through the bathroom into mine. &#034That sure sucks about your room, Abby,&#034 Izzy said. &#034No wonder you needed some new clothes. It’s nice of your b*****r to share his room for a while.&#034 They saw me as they came in. &#034I just wanted to straighten up a bit for you.&#034 &#034Don't worry about me,&#034 Izzy said. She sat down on my bed, Willow following behind her and sitting on the floor in front of her. &#034Have you been sl**ping in that thing for two weeks?&#034 Izzy asked me, pointing at the rolled up sl**ping bag in the corner. I'd had a hard and uncomfortable night in it the first night when Abby came into my room. The next night, Abby had insisted I sl**p in the bed, so we'd shared it, leading to our ...

... first encounter. Since then we'd shared the bed every night. The first week, I'd left the sl**ping bag out for appearances, but since Mom never came into my room, after that I'd gotten lazy and left it rolled in the corner. My heart raced as I looked at it. I'd dropped my backpack on it Friday after school, where it had sat ever since. It was another possible clue. Not thinking to answer her, my eyes darted across the room, trying to see anything else that could give us away. The bowtie Abby had made me where the day before was sitting out on my computer desk. The computer itself had lots of porn, including plenty of pictures of redheads much like my s****r. Abby's pair of shorts she wore for pajamas laid on the floor, the crotch showing patches of white where her juices had soaked them. Evidence seemed piled against us everywhere. Our private alternate dimension was suddenly a part of the real world. Again I f***ed myself to stay calm. While to me all those things were reminders of what Abby and I had done, to anyone else they were just curious tidbits, dots Izzy wouldn't even know were connected. I gathered myself enough to answer Izzy. &#034Yeah, it’s a little hard on the floor, but I've gotten used to it.&#034 Then I realized another clue we may have left behind. Several times I'd cum hard in Abby's hands and had shot spurts wildly, not caring where they went at the time. I tried to look around nonchalantly while I straightened for any telltale spots of white in strange ...