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

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

... Izzy, which she grudgingly approved with her usual cold, warning look at me. We drove down to Izzy's house to pick her up. She came out looking different than I'd ever seen her. Far from her usual jeans and t-shirt, she was wearing a black dress. It had thin straps and fit snuggly over her large breasts, going down to just above her knees and flaring out at the bottom. It was low cut, trampy, even. &#034You look very nice,&#034 Abby told her as she got in the car. &#034They're sure to notice you.&#034 &#034Thanks,&#034 Izzy said. We arrived at the Cineplex. &#034Go on in, and remember to act like you like each other. Hold hands, even,&#034 Abby instructed us. &#034I'll be in after you in a few minutes.&#034 Izzy and I got out and stood next to each other a moment, both feeling awkward. &#034Nice pants,&#034 Izzy commented, sounding a little snarky. She avoided looking directly at me. &#034Thanks,&#034 I said in a similar flat tone. We reached our hands out and loosely put them together. It seemed colder than Abby's hand. Feeling strange, we walked inside together. We seemed quite successful at getting seen, and I noticed a number of people from school looking at us and commenting to their friends as we waited in line. We talked idly a bit and tried to act happy, each of us laughing regularly. We bought concessions and headed into the movie. As we turned into the dark hallway, out of view of anyone, Izzy released, almost yanking her hand back. “Your hand feels weird,” she ...

... said, matter-of-factly, still avoiding looking at me. We took some seats at the top of the theatre. We said nothing as we waited. I wondered if maybe she just didn’t much care for me, but at the same time had a vague sense that maybe, on some level she was trying to avoid, she would be okay with what we were doing. I watched intently for Abby to come in. After a minute, I decided to break the silence. &#034Thanks for doing this for us, Izzy. I think it'll mean a lot for me and Abby.&#034 &#034I'm glad I could help. I know how hard it is to keep something important to you secret.&#034 My mind shot back to the week before, when she'd shown us her secret. Abby and I had watched as she'd taken off her pants, rubbed honey on herself and let my dog Willow lick her to orgasm. The picture of her pussy blazed briefly in my head, and I became aware of how close by that same pussy was now, up a short dress and under some panties. The memory made me uncomfortable sitting so close beside her. I longed for Abby to show up. After another minute of silence, Abby finally entered and walked up the steps to us. I scooted down a seat and she sat down between us. &#034How'd it go?&#034 &#034Pretty good,&#034 I said. &#034There were a lot of people from school out there who saw us.&#034 &#034Some of the boys were clearly ogling me,&#034 Izzy added with a smile. The lights went down and the movie started. I reached my hand over and grabbed Abby's, squeezing it tightly. Feeling her familiar fingers wrap ...