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Sharing My Room with My s****r, Part 2 of 3
Date: 7/20/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
always been shy, and was afraid of confrontation. "It's not cool that your group saddled you with all the work. Why'd you let them do that?" "I don't know, I didn't want to be the bitch." "There's a difference between being a bitch and standing up for yourself." "Sorry." "See, there, you're doing it again," I teased her. "Stop it! You can't be so afraid of making other people uncomfortable." She rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll try next time." She worked on the project a while, then we headed out to grab some burgers for dinner. We got our food and sat down at a table. Abby opened hers, sighed a bit and pushed it to the side. "They get your order wrong?" She nodded. "Take it back up there and get them to make you a new one." "That's alright, I'm not that hungry." "This is exactly what I'm talking about. A little confrontation won't hurt anything. They get this a dozen times a day; they don't care. We paid for it, they should get it right." She still hesitated. I rolled my eyes, then took the burger back myself. I came back a couple of minutes later with a new one. "See." "Fine." She was obviously annoyed at my pushing her. I decided to drop it for now. We went home and Abby declared she was taking her dog for a walk. Feeling anxious that she was mad at me, I grabbed my dog and went with her. We walked down to the park together as we'd done for years. When we got there we let ... the dogs off their leashes and Abby threw a ball for her dog Angie, a blue healer. My dog Willow, a German Shepherd, ran and beat her to it. "Your dog's being a jerk," she said to me. She was clearly still annoyed. "My dog's fine. I think Angie's just being a push-over." I'd reverted to my older, more antagonistic big b*****r self. My comment clearly didn't go over well. "No she's not! I bet she beats Willow this time." "You're on." Buster brought the ball back to me, and I tossed it back to Abby. As she picked it up, I stepped closer to Angie. When Abby threw the ball, I grabbed Angie's tail a moment, giving Willow a head start. "See. Angie is a push-over." "Cheater. You're afraid of a fair race." Willow had always been the faster dog. There wasn't really any question who would win, but now Abby had committed to backing up Angie's honor. I decided to exploit this. "Tough talk. What are we betting?" "Loser has to be the winner's slave for a day." "Alright." It was a bet we'd done once a couple of years ago. I had won, and had made Abby follow me around taking small orders and then clean up my room before I lost interest and did something else. This time, however, the old k** game had an entirely new subtext. Ideas were already coursing through my head for what I'd do with her. Mom had 12-hour shifts tomorrow and Sunday both, giving us free reign of the house. I could have her bathe and dress me, or have her ...