Sharing a Room_(0)

Teenagers are lustful. Some would argue that boys more than girls. I was one of those teenage girls who always needed a way to please myself sexually. I was not too obvious; however; I did try to conceal myself in my room where I could have my private time.

I discovered the beauty of masturbation when I was merely 13 years old via the detachable showerhead in my bathtub. I would lay on my back, hold the showerhead against my clit. I later realized I could use my fingers because I was fooling around on the Internet.

There were four of us that lived in our house: my mother, my brother, my sister, and me. My father had left several months after my younger sister was born and we have never seen him since. My brother John is two years older than I am, and my sister Heather is three years younger than me.

We each had our own rooms for most of our time growing up, which made for and easy masturbation session after everyone had retired to their rooms. I did it every night since the discovery of masturbation and my fingers. I waited until everyone in the house was in his room, take off all of my clothes, and lie on my back and rub away until I hit that final point.

This had been my routine since I was fourteen until I was sixteen. Then, at the time I thought was an unfortunate event, my sister had to move into my room.

For some reason, the television cord that was plugged into the wall caught on fire while we were outside. As we were coming back in the house, we smelled smoke. We were able to extinguish the fire before it became a bigger problem, but there was still some damage.

It required a job that would take a couple of days to replace the wall and ceiling that was damaged.

When my mother told me that I would have to share a room with Heather since she did not want her to sleep in the same room with my brother, I was not very happy. I immediately wondered how I would have my alone time at night. I knew that I could do it in the shower, but that was not as comfortable as laying on my bed completely nude.

The remainder of the day passed. Darkness was growing outside and I knew that I would have to share a room with my thirteen-year-old sister soon. Also, I usually took my showers in the morning and that did not seem adequate to fit my nightly needs.

My sister and I were in the living room watching television when my mother came into the room and said, “You girls need to go to bed soon because you have school tomorrow.”

Sighing to myself, I replied, “Yes, mom,” and stood up to go to my room. I told Heather to come on.

When we got to my room, I noticed that my mom had set up a place for Heather to sleep on the floor with some of her stuff. I grabbed my nightclothes and went to the bathroom to change.