Sharing My Room With Sis 7: Secrets

It was Sunday. I woke up alone in my room kind of late and got out of bed, nearly 10. Abby must have been already awake. For almost two weeks, I had been forced to share my room with my 15 year old sister after hers was took heavy water damage in a storm. It had turned out to be an eventful time.

Mom was already gone to work for the day. As I went to the bathroom I realized I was again a free man. On Saturday I had become Abby’s slave for the day after loosing a childish bet and a childish argument. Abby had not only made me do a school project for her, but had made me walk around naked all day except for a bowtie. She had teased dick with soft touches and kisses, and when she found me jerking myself, she made me show her porn while she masturbated. Finally, she had me give her a massage, which escalated into more.

As I went into my closet to get dressed, I thought again about how she made commanded me to kiss and lick her ass. I’d never had any fantasy about doing that before, but my arousal after a day of teasing and how much it turned her on had made it very hot. I hoped I’d get to try it again soon.

By the time I was ready to pick out clothes, I had a large hard-on. Being alone with her all day again boded well for me. I decided against anything restrictive, and simply grabbed a t-shirt and some loose fitting workout shorts. I went to find my sister with my dick making a good-sized tent in front of me.

I found her on the couch talking on the phone. “I’ll see you in a bit,” she said, and hung up the phone. “I’m glad you’re up. My friend Izzy’s going to come over for the day and we need to go pick her up.” She jumped up and headed to my car. I was a bit put out. My hopes for the day were shot before they started. What’s more, with someone else over with Abby all day, we’d have to hide any indication of what was happening between us. I sighed and followed her.

Abby had just started high school a couple of months ago, and was having a hard time adjusting. She’d fallen out with her old friends from middle school and had been pretty depressed about it. Within a week of her moving into my room, she’d finally made friends with Izzy. I knew having this friend was important to her, so I had to be supportive.

Abby had told me a bit about Izzy. She was new to the district and had similar trouble making new friends.

We reached her house and Abby ran to the door. As she and Izzy walked back to the car, I saw why they’d become friends. They could have been sisters, especially since they wore similar clothes. Izzy was just a bit shorter than Abby, but looked a bit more mature, with a fuller figure and rounder face. Some might have considered her slightly chubby had she not been so well proportioned. Both had pale, clear skin, though Izzy’s seemed to somehow be a shade whiter even that Abby’s. The most noticeable difference between them was their hair. Abby had long, wavy, fiery red hair while Izzy’s was jet-black and cut fairly short. Izzy wore glasses with thick, black, rectangular frames with small lenses.

They got in the car and Abby introduced us. I could tell immediately that Izzy was every bit as shy as Abby was. No wonder it had taken them two months to become friends. It’s a wonder either of them had started talking to the other in the first place.

We got home and went inside. Our two dogs rushed up to Izzy excitedly, sniffing her legs. I pushed them back, trying to get them off her.

“It’s ok, I like dogs,” Izzy said. She patted my German Shepherd, Willow, on the head. The dog took an immediate liking to her and started following her.

They headed to the couch to watch a movie. I headed into my room for a while to give them some space.

After killing some time, it was nearly lunchtime, so I headed back into the living room to check on them. I walked up next to the couch on the side near my sister. “How’s it going?” I asked.

“We’re doing ok,” Abby said. She wrapped one arm around my legs and hugged me. “You need anything?”

“Nope, just checking on you.”

“That’s nice of you,” said Izzy. “Are you two very close? I always wondered what it would be like to have a brother.”

“Yeah, we’re pretty close,” Abby replied. “He’s sweet and takes care of me. Just yesterday he helped me with my school project.” Still hugging my legs with one arm, she turned and looked up at me, her nose almost brushing my dick through my shorts.

“That’s cool, especially since you’re about the same age,” Izzy said.

Abby looked back to Izzy. “Yeah, he’s just a year older than us.”

“This is my favorite part,” Izzy said, looking back at the movie. Izzy and Abby watched, and I stood there, my mind wondering again to the day before. I had stood in the same spot by the couch, and Abby had teasingly stroked and kissed at my dick for a few minutes until her show came on.

I was shot back to the present by Izzy’s voice. “Do you like this movie?” I realized she was looking at me.

“Uh, I wasn’t really paying attention,” I said. “You girls want any lunch?”

“No thanks, we already had some popcorn,” said Abby, pointing at the bowl.

“Alright. Enjoy the movie,” I said. Izzy and Abby looked from me back to the TV. As I pulled back from Abby, I felt my dick rub the side of the head just a second, and realized I was sporting another large tent in my pants. Thinking about the day before had set off my hard-on again. I ducked into the kitchen as quickly as I could.

Had Izzy seen it? I wasn’t sure. I’d become so used to being horny around Abby at home, I wasn’t aware of myself doing it, even with company over. I was mortified at the possibly that Izzy might guess what Abby and I were doing. Izzy had talked to me and looked at me while I had it, surely she noticed it. And it was sitting there right next to my sister’s face. I was almost in a panic, but tried to think reasonably. There are a hundred reasons a teenager might get a hard-on without it having to do with his sister. Even assuming she’d seen it, there’s no reason to believe she’d even think it was related to Abby. I got some lunch and ate in the kitchen.

Soon their movie ended and Abby stuck her head into the kitchen. “We’re going into your room for a bit. Is that ok?”

“Sure.” After she left, I thought some more, and realized that might not be the best idea. My dick now as limp as it’d been in a week and a half, I practically ran to my room. They weren’t there yet, and I heard them through the connecting bathroom in Abby’s room.