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

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

... door open, and came back in with the same coy look she had earlier. She hadn't even thought or bothered to flush before she came back in. She must have been watching us! She tried to act though nothing was different, but quickly saw from the horrified, silent expressions on Abby and myself that we knew it was. Her smiled dropped away, and she seemed suddenly ashamed. &#034I'm sorry,&#034 she said so quietly I could barely hear her. I think if she hadn't needed us to drive her home, she'd have run out of the house right then. &#034I didn't mean to spy on you or trick you, I mean, I was just trying to see if you guys really were, I mean...&#034 She was near tears. I was terrified. This girl knew. There was no doubting it now. I was suddenly aware of how bad discovery could be. If she told anyone, Abby and I would be ostracized. We'd never be able to show our faces at school. And if Mom found out! She'd split us up, maybe even me away to live somewhere else. It would crush us both. Abby was near tears, too. &#034Please don't tell anyone,&#034 she begged Izzy. &#034Of course not, I wouldn't, ever.&#034 We all sat and stared at each other. Even if she didn't, this could mean the end for Abby and me. This shock alone could break the spell that had been over us. &#034I think we'd better take you home now,&#034 Abby told Izzy. It seemed this might also mean the end of their short friendship. &#034Please, I'm sorry, Abby. I still want to be your friend.&#034 &#034I don't know if ...

... that will work.&#034 &#034There has to be some way to make this better,&#034 Izzy pleaded. I could tell she was heartbroken herself. She had pushed too hard and had broken the one friendship she'd been able to make. She reminded me so much of Abby I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Still, I didn't see any way to fix it. &#034I'm sorry, Izzy, but even if you never tell, if you were still friends this would just seem like a gun pointed at Abby, waiting to go off,&#034 I said. We sat silently a minute, then I stood up, ready to go. &#034Wait!&#034 Izzy said, standing up. &#034What if...&#034 she hesitated, speaking softly. &#034What if you knew something like that about me? Then we'd be even again.&#034 She seemed genuinely desperate. &#034I don't know,&#034 I said. &#034It would have to be something we'd know it was something that could ruin you as badly as this would us. And we'd have to know for sure it was true.&#034 It seemed unlikely Izzy had such a secret herself. &#034There is something. I've been doing it at home for a while. If people found out about it, I could never show my face again.&#034 Izzy was torn between two possibilities that scared her, and it showed. &#034Ever since I've started, I've worried that people would figure it out, that they'd somehow know. It scares me every day.&#034 I thought a moment. &#034Alright,&#034 I said. &#034What is it?&#034 Even if it couldn't restore their friendship, dirt on her might at least help ensure her silence. &#034I'll ...