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

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

... around my hand calmed me down completely. The world seemed to be on our side again. The movie was terribly boring. We'd picked a drama that had been out a few weeks, a prestige film where everyone's mostly interested in trying to win an Oscar. We knew that none of the other high-schoolers would be in there, and the theatre was all but empty. The closest other people were six rows in front of us. Half way through the movie, Izzy leaned over Abby. &#034Shouldn't you two be making out or something?&#034 Abby giggled a bit. I wrapped my arm around Abby's shoulder and we leaned into each other and pressed our mouths together. We let our lips gradually melt together, and our tongues wrapped around each other. She reached over and grabbed my other hand, bringing it to her breast. I cupped and rubbed it through her shirt and bra. She reached down and started rubbing my dick through my pants. Soon my hard-on bulged through, bending uncomfortably, and I shifted a bit automatically. Separating our lips a moment Abby leaned toward my ear. &#034Your pants are a little tight, don't you think?&#034 She started working at opening my pants. Having trouble on my belt, I released her tit long enough the reach down and undo it myself. As I unbuttoned and unzipped, I saw her reach behind her back and unclasp her bra, then push the cups up, freeing her tits inside her shirt. I slid my hand up her shirt and found her bare breast, running my fingers around her areola and pinching her nipple as I ...

... cupped her in my palm. Her hand returned to my crotch. She slipped into the top of my underwear and grabbed my dick, pulled it loose of its prison. My head lay against my shirt on my stomach, and Abby ran her fingers up and down along my shaft, tickling a moment right at the place where my skin connects to the middle of the head. As we made out and touched each other, I wondered how much of what we were doing was being noticed by Izzy. After a week of frustration, I wasn't about to stop now because of that, but I hoped she wasn’t paying too much attention. All too soon the credits started to roll. Abby put her bra back in place and I somehow f***ed my dick back into my pants. Izzy stood up about ready to go, but Abby tugged her arm. &#034I think my b*****r needs a minute before he's ready to get up,&#034 she said, clearly referencing my hard-on. Izzy looked over at me smirking, embarrassing me a bit by looking over again a second later. It indeed took a few minutes before I was ready to get up, and we all walked to the car. It was only about 9 and Abby and Izzy wanted to spend time at our house for a while before calling it a night. When we got home, Mom was still up on the couch. We told her Izzy was staying a while, which was approved as long as we got her home before eleven. With a glare Mom pulled me aside. She seemed to be thinking about making some comment about me and Izzy, but instead just told me the couch would be free for me to sl**p on by then, with a follow up ...