Sharing My Room With Sis: Sharing My Computer

I woke up slowly feeling something unusual. Usually I woke up feeling still groggy, but today something was different. I lay there a moment, head swirling, and realized what it was: a tickling sensation running up my thigh. It reached the leg of my boxer-briefs and paused only a moment before I felt them be pulled up and something slide in underneath. The sensation slid over the last bit of thigh and started running up and down my slowly growing dick.

More awake now, I opened my eyes and saw my sister Abby standing over me. “Time to wake up,” she said. “Its Saturday. Mom wants to talk to us about my room.” She ran her finger along my dick one last time, then pulled her hand out and left.

Three nights ago a storm had smashed a window in my sister’s room, forcing me to share my room with her until the damage was repaired. Having trouble making friends at school, she’d turned to me for comfort. She had convinced be to share the bed with her, leading to the three hottest nights of my life. Though we’d both wanted it, our mutual nervousness and fear had nearly stopped us. Just last night, Abby had been set up on a date by her former friend. The guy had tried to push her too far and her friend had called her a prude. When we got home and into my room, she’d shown me how wrong they were. Outside my room, we had to pretend to be something else, but while we were alone in there, we could let loose with each other.

Mom told us that in order to try to save some money on repairs, that she and I would have to do some of the work. After breakfast we moved her furniture and other stuff out to the garage. As we cleaned up, Abby discovered that her computer wasn’t working anymore. “The water must have shorted it out. Should have had a surge protected on it,” I told her.

“I need my computer to work on homework,” she said.

“I’m sorry, dear. You’ll have to share your brother’s computer until we can get you a knew one.”

A week before, the very idea of anyone else getting on my computer would have terrified me. No one, not even Abby and Mom, used to come into my room very often and no one else ever used my computer. I, therefore, hadn’t gone to much effort to hide the porn I regularly viewed on it. If Abby so much as looked through the folders in my bookmarks, she’d run across links to my favorite sites. After the last couple of nights, the thought was somewhat exciting now. Even so, some of those sites had some pretty nasty stuff on there, and I worried if it would be too much for Abby. I’d have to try to clear some of it off today when she wasn’t around.

As I set about starting on pulling the carpet out, the laundry service came by to drop off Abby’s clothes, newly cleaned after being soaked. She grabbed them and headed into my room to sort through them. I worked alone in her room for several hours pulling off the baseboards, definitely in to hurry to get her room back together. Abby came in through the bathroom connecting our rooms wearing some of her returned clothes. Even though it was a little chilly in her room from the broken window, she wore a tank top and some shorts, her usual sleep wear but not around-the-house garb.

“Its so nice to have my clothes back,” she said, turning in a pose in front of me. The shorts were very short, and just a bit of the curve of her ass cheeks peeked out at the bottom. Her tank top was white without a bra underneath. The bumps of her nipples were clearly visible through it. “I moved stuff out of some of your drawers into the closet to make room for my clothes.” I nodded, trying not to stare too much. She smiled at me and casually dropped both of her thumbs inside the front of her waistband, pushing it down slightly. As I half-heartedly pulled at a baseboard, she sunk the waistband lower until her I could see just a bit of her short, curly, fire-red pubes sticking out the top. Holding it there a moment, she said, “I was surfing the web for my English homework and saw you had some interesting bookmarks on there.” She turned and walked through the bathroom back into my room. I got up and followed.

“Uh, what exactly were you looking at?” I asked, trying to hide the embarrassment that was swelling within me, despite my excitement.