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

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

... giving rides home every day this week so she wouldn't have to ride the bus. They were chatting happily as we got in the car. My eyes met with Izzy's for just a moment as we got in. There was still weirdness between us two. It had been a week since Izzy had discovered the i****tuous relationship Abby and I had while she was over at our house. The shock of it and the fear that she could expose us nearly caused Abby to end her short friendship with Izzy. Desperate to keep the only friend she'd made since she came to our school district, Izzy had exposed to us her own deep secret to try to restore balance. Sunday had been only the start of what turned into the most angst-ridden week of my 16 years. After dropping Izzy off, Abby and I had gone to bed together in my bed, as we had almost every night since a storm had flooded her room. Still overcome by the embarrassment of the evening, we'd gone to sl**p for the first time without touching each other, somehow managing to barely touch at all on my twin bed. On Monday, my friends at school had been making fun of me for not ever having a date and always hanging out with my s****r before and after school. One of them had even suggested I date Abby. I knew he was just screwing with me and didn't have any idea what was happening, but simply knowing the idea was even in their heads scared me. I knew we'd have to distance ourselves more in public. All the stress had set back our hormones, as well. Lying in the dark in bed Monday night, I ...

... had felt relief more than anything when Abby's hand reached over and started feeling my dick. I'd fingered her and she'd jacked me off as we'd done before, but it seemed a little different than before, with more nervousness and less zeal. We came home on Tuesday to find that the contractors had finally arrived to work on Abby's room, and had already replaced the damaged drywall and the broken window. Once the carpet was put in, the room would be ready for Abby to return. It seemed that our time sharing my room may have been ending soon. That night at dinner, our Mom seemed to sense Abby’s discomfort and later pulled me aside. She had incorrectly guessed that it was because of Abby's lack of privacy, and had told me to give her some space and spend a few nights fighting the dogs for the couch. It seemed like the universe itself was pushing us apart. I spent all day at school on Friday wondering if the end was near with Abby. We'd have to stay away from each both at school and home. The one time we'd done something this week, it hadn't been the same, and soon Abby would be moving back into her room. With all the tension around us now, it wouldn't take very long for pretending to not want to spend time together became reality. I knew that wasn't what I wanted. My new relationship with Abby, short as it had been so far, was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me. I wanted to wait until this blew over, and continue with her just as before. But did she feel the same ...