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Sharing My Room with My s****r, Part 3 of 3
Date: 7/20/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
my shirt on top of them. The bathroom wasn't particularly cold, but a shiver jumped up my bare body. I adjusted the water temperature in the shower for no real reason other than that I was a bit apprehensive, and then checked to make sure that the doors to the hall and Abby's empty room were locked. I slowly opened the door to my room and looked inside. It was Friday night, bedtime. Another week was over. Abby sat on the edge of my bed in her pajamas, brushing her long, curly red hair slowly. She looked at me, standing naked, my dick a beam shooting straight from my body. At this point, it only took the simple thought of my s****r to make it hard. Abby gave me a small smile and kept brushing her hair. I climbed into the bed behind her and slid my legs under the sheets, my body and dick facing her back. I touched her lower back; she kept brushing. I was a little antsy. We only had about twenty minutes together. It had been nearly a month since Abby had moved into my room 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. "You alright, Abby?" She turned to look at me. "Yeah." 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 ...