1. 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

    &#034What's wrong?&#034 &#034Abby and I have decided to, uh, stop.&#034 &#034Stop what?&#034 &#034Everything.&#034 &#034What? Why?&#034 I half-heartedly explained our reasons. Her reaction surprised me. I expected Izzy to be saddened for us, but instead she seemed genuinely angry. &#034What does it matter to you?&#034 I asked. &#034You guys were awesome together!&#034 It's what she'd said about us the week before, when she'd watched and even given us instructions when Abby and I gave each other oral sex. I started to get mad back at her. Were we just playthings to her, then? Was she just upset that her show was ending so soon? She didn't even have the decency to pretend to care about her friend's broken feelings. I stewed until we got home, but didn't feel like bothering to say any of it. If she was that shallow, then I could just be done with her, too. We got home and went inside. Around Mom, Izzy's demeanor changed suddenly, and she acted perfectly complacent as she said she'd already eaten, and would just go check out Abby's room until we were done. I could tell she was still mad as she went in there. After dinner, Abby went into her room with Izzy. Not wanting to be with either of them right then, I went into my bedroom and locked both doors. It was again my own personal fortress. I could keep everybody out, this time for good. I set about returning my own things to normal, trying to fill in every gap that had been left by the absence of Abby's stuff. Oddly, I couldn't ...
    remember where some things had been, or how other areas had been arranged. There was now a hole on a shelf in the closet where Abby had kept her shorts, pajamas, and underwear that I just couldn't seem to get filled in with anything. I knew I'd had stuff there before she'd moved in, but everything I tried putting there now just seemed out of place. I emerged around ten to let the dogs in. Mom was just heading to bed herself and told me to take Izzy home. I walked stiffly into Abby's room. Abby was on her bed and Izzy was sitting on the floor. Both seemed dour. Abby had clearly been telling Izzy all about it. &#034Come on, it's time to go home,&#034 I told Izzy coldly. Izzy didn't budge from her seat on the floor. &#034Come in here a minute and close the door,&#034 she said. &#034It's time to go-&#034 I started to repeat. She crossed her arms. &#034I'm not getting up until you come in here and close the door.&#034 I wanted to just grab her and drag her out, but knew that probably wouldn't go well. I went in and shut the door behind me, intent on ignoring anything she said and just getting her out of there. Izzy calmed herself a bit and took a deep breath. &#034My mom died in a car wreck about two and a half years ago. What I remember most about her is how much she and Dad loved each other. It wasn't until she was gone that I realized how special it was. They lived for each other. I've looked around at couples on TV, grown-ups in real life, and I've never seen any couple that ...
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