Sharing My Room With My s****r (Part 3) - Sex Stories

Sharing My Room With My s****r (Part 3)

... temporarily. For the last two weeks, Mom had made me sl**p on the couch to give Abby more privacy, clueless about what we had actually been doing. Since Mom would sometimes go through to check the front door lock of the house late at night, I hadn't tried to sneak back into my bed with Abby, giving my s****r and me few opportunities to be alone together ever since. It had been a week since our last one, when we were aided in getting alone time by Abby's friend Izzy, who had discovered and kept our secret. On Thursday, the carpet people had come and put new carpet in Abby's room; it was the last repair work to be done. The next day, we were going to return all her things back to her room, and she could move back in. This would be her last night in my room. Not wanting to miss another chance, I'd come up with the idea of telling Mom I was taking a shower and sneaking into here with Abby after she'd gone to bed. I kicked myself for not thinking of it earlier. So many missed opportunities. Abby hadn't really been herself this week, or at least she hadn't been the relaxed and playful Abby I'd come to know the last month. She was quieter, more distant. &#034You alright, Abby?&#034 She turned to look at me. &#034Yeah.&#034 She obviously wasn't, but I wasn't going to pry right now. She put her brush down, clicked off the light and lay down on her back beside me. Our lips came together in a kiss, and I caressed her belly. As our kissing became deeper, I slid my hand up under her ...

... shirt to her breast. As I squeezed her, her hand moved to my thigh and gripped me. Her hand slid down to my dick and gripped it and she began stroking it. Not wanting to fall behind, I slid my hand down her front and into her waistband, pushing through her hairs until I reached the soft flesh of her pussy. I pushed my finger into her hole. She wasn't as wet as she often was. In general she seemed a little more mechanical this time, without the sense of abandon that she usually exhibited. Maybe she just needed a little more time to relax and get into it. I figured this might be just what she needed to get out of her funk. I slid my finger in and out shallowly, giving her juices a chance to work up. Raising her hips in the air slightly, she pulled her bottoms down and off and rolled onto her side, facing away from me. As she scooted back to me, she reached between her legs and grabbed my dick, squeezing it between her thighs and she nestled her butt into my pelvis and stomach. I pressed into her, feeling her firm, round butt cheeks spread slightly against me and my dick push between her thighs. I wrapped my lower arm around her under her head, allowing me to rest on that elbow and reach her breast. My other hand petted her pubes, and a pressed a finger between her squeezed thighs along her pussy. She opened her thighs and bit and stroked my dick as I slid my back finger into her. After just a moment, she pushed my arm back from her with her elbow and wiggled her ass down my pelvis ...