Sharing My Room With SIs 9: Taking Suggestions

It was Saturday. After a hard week, things seemed to be looking up. All week unseen forces seemed to be trying to end the new relationship Abby and I had forged since I was forced to share my room with her. People had noticed how closed we’d become, and we’d had to distance ourselves from each other, not daring to let anyone know what we’d been doing in room. Until the night before, we’d barely been able to touch each other all week.

The most shattering moment of all had come first on the last Sunday. Abby’s new friend Izzy had come over to our house for the day, and had spied on us during a careless moment. Izzy had kept our potentially devastating secret, and had shared one of her with us. Their friendship and taken off since, both seeming excited by having a friend who knew and accepted their deepest secret. Izzy had even agreed to pretend to date me, giving Abby and I a mutual friend and excuse to spend time with each other.

Without the pre-existing bond of friendship, there was weirdness between Izzy and myself after we’d been exposed to one another. We’d only ever spent about two days around each other and hadn’t spoken much, but knew more intimate details about each other than just about anyone else. I’d watched as she let my dog lick her pussy, and she’d twice witnessed me and my own sister groping each other, including just the night before when she’d sat in a chair just a few feet away as Abby had rubbed the head of my dick against her pussy and jerked me off until I came across her belly and pubes.

Our short relationship was unlike anything I’d ever known, and I still wasn’t sure how I felt about it, or even how I wanted to feel.

Mom had taken Abby out shopping to help her replace stuff that had been ruined in her room in the storm that had caused her to move into my room nearly three weeks ago. I sat at home alone, killing time on computer games.

In the middle of the afternoon, my phone rang. It was Abby. I leaned back in my chair and answered.

“Hi there, stud,” she said playfully. Clearly she wasn’t near Mom at the moment.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Mom’s excited about you going out with Izzy. She’s thought you needed to date more anyway. She’s pushing me to set you up for another date for dinner tonight.”

“I guess that’s ok,” I said. The point of pretending to date Izzy was so that Mom and the people at school could see us, after all.

“Mom’s going to take me out for pizza, so it’ll just be the two of you for dinner. Where do you want to go?” I told her a restaurant by the school, where I knew people we knew from school would be on a Saturday night. “When I get home, I’ll tell Mom I’m going for a walk in the park, then you can swing by and pick me up after you guys eat. I’ll call and arrange it with Izzy.” Abby hung up.

I felt nervous about spending an evening alone with Izzy, but knew it was part of the game we’d set up. As I sat there, I happened to look down on the chair and noticed a white spot near the edge in the middle, part way under my thigh. It hadn’t been there before. I realized it must have come from last night, when Izzy was sitting here while Abby and I went at it on the bed. I had noticed she’d had her hand up her dress at one point. Some of her juices must have leaked onto the chair. It was more than just a little spot, almost as long as my cell phone. She must have been pretty turned on watching us to leave that much.

I was wearing just loose shorts and so the spot had been touching the skin of my thigh the whole time I was in the chair. I thought I should probably clean it off, but instead just left it there and went back to playing my game.

That evening I picked up Izzy as we had planned. We drove to the restaurant, barely saying a word to each other on the way. Inside we saw several people we knew from school, including a couple of my friends. We walked by one of their tables and my friend Teddy pulled me aside. “I didn’t know you were going out with her,” he said. At school he had once commented that she seemed weird.

“Yeah,” I told him. “She’s really pretty nice.”

“Kind of hot, too,” Teddy added. “Have you gotten to first base yet?” He said talked in a whisper, but loudly enough that everyone could hear anyway, including Izzy.

I pushed him. “Dude, shut up. I’m on a date here.” They laughed a bit as Izzy and I went to our table.

After we’d ordered our food, I decided to start a conversation. We were supposed to be on a date, and it wouldn’t do to be seen sitting quietly the whole time. Besides, if we were going to be spending time together, we might as well try to be friends, even if she’d seen my dick several times already.

“It must be hard moving and starting high school where you don’t know anyone. How have you been doing here?”

“Okay,” Izzy said. “It was pretty boring until I became friends with Abby.” We chatted awhile longer about normal high school stuff, gradually relaxing.

“So you just live with your dad?” I asked.

“Yeah. And my dog, Sylvia.” I was a bit surprised that she’d bring up the subject of dogs now. She must have let Sylvia lick her the way Willow did when she showed us in my room.

“What kind of dog is Sylvia?”

“She’s a border collie. I’d always wanted a dog, but I couldn’t get one until a couple years ago because Mom had been allergic. How long have you had Willow?”

“I guess about four years now.”

“She seems like a sweet dog.” I was a bit thrown off; it seemed a strange thing for her to say to someone who’d watched the dog slurp honey off her pussy.

“She thinks you’re sweet, too.” I don’t know why I said it, just trying to break the tension with some humor. I immediately regretted it.

Izzy didn’t seem stung, as I’d expected. Instead, she looked down at the table with a tight smile, blushing. She leaned over the table and talked in whispers. “You don’t think it’s too weird that I, um, like your dog?” She asked.

I leaned forward and whispered in response. “I was surprised at first, but I didn’t really find it that weird,” I answered sincerely. “Because of how I, uh, like Abby, I felt more sympathetic for your shame than anything.” In fact, I had found myself somewhat aroused watching her the week before, but I didn’t want to tell her that.

“I’ve always been so worried that people would find out that I, um, liked dogs so much. I know they’d think I was gross. Abby’s lucky to have such a cool brother.”

Our food came and we ate. As we got up to go, we saw my friends across the restaurant. Seeing that we were being watched, I reached over and held Izzy’s hand. They were snickering and making kissy faces at us. I looked over to see how Izzy reacted.

Suddenly, she stretched up to plant a kiss right on my lips. She pulled back and shot her eyes briefly at my friends, then slowly came toward my lips again. Overcoming my shock and seeing what she was doing, I kissed her back.

“That should impress those boys,” Izzy said as we walked outside. Again, I felt a little awkward as we got in the car. “Abby should be at the park by your house now,” she said.

We picked up Abby at the park.