Sharing My Room With Sis 8: A Fake Date and A Real Show

It was after school on another Friday, and I headed to my car. My sister Abby was already there, waiting for me. With her was her new friend Izzy. I’d been giving rides home every day this week so she wouldn’t have to ride the bus. They were chatting happily as we got in the car. My eyes met with Izzy’s just a moment as we got in. There was still a weirdness between us two.

It had been a week since Izzy had discovered the incestuous relationship Abby and I had while she was over at our house. The shock of it and the fear that she could expose us nearly caused Abby to end her short friendship with Izzy. Desperate to keep the only friend she’d made since she came to our school district, Izzy had exposed to us her own deep secret to try to restore balance.

Sunday had been only the start of what turned into the most angst-ridden week of my 16 years. After dropping Izzy off, Abby and I had gone to bed together in my bed, as we had almost every night since a storm had flooded her room. Still overcome by the embarrassment of the night, we’d gone to sleep for the first time without touching each other, somehow managing not to touch at all on my twin bed.

On Monday, my friends at school had started making fun of me for not ever having a date and always hanging out with my sister before and after school. One of them had even suggested I date Abby. I knew he was just screwing with me and didn’t have any idea what was happening, but simply knowing the idea was even in their heads scared me. I knew we’d have to distance ourselves more in public.

All the stress had set back our hormones, as well. Lying in the dark in bed Monday night, I had felt relief more than anything when Abby’s hand reached over and started feeling my dick. I’d fingered her and she’d jacked me off as we’d done before, but it seemed a little different than before, with more nervousness and less passion.

We came home on Tuesday to find that the contractors had finally arrived to work on Abby’s room, and had already replaced the damaged drywall and the broken window. Once the carpet was put in, the room would be ready for Abby to return. It seemed that our time sharing my room may have been ending soon.

That night, our Mom seemed to sense the discomfort we exhibited and pulled me aside. She had incorrectly surmised that it was because of Abby’s lack of privacy, and had told me to give her some space and spend a few nights fighting the dogs for the couch.

It seemed that the universe itself was pushing us apart. I spent all day at school on Friday wondering if the end was near with Abby. We’d have to stay away from each both at school and home. The one time we’d done something this week, it hadn’t been the same, and soon Abby would be moving back into her room. With all the tension around us now, it wouldn’t take very long for pretending to not want to spend time together became reality.

I knew that wasn’t what I wanted. My new relationship with Abby was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me. I wanted to wait until this blew over, and continue with her just as before. But did she feel the same way? I was afraid to ask. Even knowing now how much she enjoyed, I still didn’t want to pressure her into anything, and I knew if she saw how I felt, my shy, sweet sister would have a hard time turning me down.

These thoughts still swirling in my head, I started the car and headed for Izzy’s house. The lone good thing this week was that Abby and Izzy’s friendship had seemed to come back together. Listening to her talk to Abby, I realized I wasn’t the only one worrying.

“What are you doing tonight? Did that boy ask you out?” Abby asked.

“No. I don’t think he was even interested in me. Everyone here seems to think I’m wierd,” Izzy replied. I think she was right. Just from hearing some of my friends talk, people did think there was something off about her. I could see why. Izzy was as shy as Abby, and now I knew that the weight of worry from her ‘dark secret’ just added to the distance she showed to other people.

“That sucks Izzy,” Abby said. “Don’t worry, you’ll get a date before too long and then everyone will know you’re not weird.”

“I hope so. Are you two up to anything tonight?” Izzy’s tone sounded a bit perkier with the last question.

“No. Everyone thinks its weird that we spend so much time together. We’ve had to stop going around together all the time,” Abby said. “Wait a second…” Her voice perked up, too. “I just had an idea of how to solve everyone’s problem.”

“What is it?” Izzy asked.

“You can date my brother!”

I was surprised at the suggestion. Izzy and I were still awkward around each other. Was this Abby’s way of trying to end our fling? “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I said.

Izzy seemed similarly surprised. “Yeah, I don’t get it. I don’t want to come between you and your brother, Abby.”

Abby laughed. “You wouldn’t date for real, you’d only pretend. Getting seen together on dates will help both your reputations at school.” She looked at me. “And if you’re dating my best friend, it’ll give us an excuse to all hang out together.”

It seemed brilliant. Just hearing the excitement in Abby about getting to be with me put me on board.