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

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

... have to show you, she said.&#034 I moved over next to Abby. Izzy sat down in the computer chair, placing her purse on the floor next to her. She put her hands on her pants as if to unbutton them, but hesitated. &#034I've never imagined doing this in front of anyone else before,&#034 she said. &#034It'll take me a minute before I really start.&#034 Abby and I sat down on the bed as Izzy undid her pants. She closed her eyes, took a deep and pulled them off with her panties. For the first time, really, I looked at Izzy's body. Her skin looked as smooth as Abby's, her face soft. With her short, black hair she reminded me a bit of Snow White. Still covered by her shirt, I could tell her tits were bigger than Abby's. Seeing her in her normal school clothes, I hadn't noticed, but in the t-shirt she was in today, she clearly had D-cups. She had a thin layer of fat on her belly but firm thighs. Though her waist was bigger than Abby's, so were her hips, making her body look more mature despite her face. Between her legs her pubes were as black as the hair on her head. Even with the dark color, I could tell it was denser than Abby's. It was trimmed to a uniform, short length. From my experiences with Abby, Izzy seemed to be aroused already, as her pussy lips were wide open and glistening. Until then, I had just seen Izzy as a competitor for Abby's time and little more. Seeing her suddenly part naked in front of me, I wasn't sure what I felt about her. &#034I need to get ready a little ...

... first,&#034 Izzy told us. She started rubbing on her pussy, her eyes still closed. I still couldn't see where she was going, or what she thought was as damaging as i****t. She continued rubbing on herself, her body relaxing some. She stopped and opened her eyes, looking at us both, more ashamed than I could ever remember seeing Abby. &#034Please don't think I'm gross,&#034 Izzy said. She turned the chair away from us and bent down to her purse and fiddled there for a moment. She turned back towards us, leaned back and spread her legs again. I saw she had something smeared across all her fingers of her left hand and down nearly to her palm. It seemed gooey, and she held her hand up to keep it from running. She reached down and smeared some onto her pussy. She reached her hand down, and I suddenly realized what she was doing. Surprised, I looked over at Abby next to me. Her eyes were wide open and staring at what was unfolding, and her hand gripped at the sheet. Izzy's hand reached towards my dog Willow, who was interested. Even as Willow took a few licks of the stuff, I caught a whiff. It was the sweet smell of honey. Izzy drew Willow in between her legs with the honey on her hand and brought to her thigh, smearing some up to the top of her thigh. Willow's tongue lapped at the honey, following the trail up her leg until each lick ended on the edge of Izzy's pussy lips. Not hesitating a moment, Willow started licking straight up on the side of Izzy's pussy. When she'd cleaned it ...