Sharing My Room With Sis: The 2nd Day

Thoughts of the night before ran through my head as I drove to school with my sister, Abby. A storm had broken the window in her room and soaked it two nights before, forcing me to share my room with her. Yesterday, after an accidental walk-in of my newly shared room, we had seen each other naked. Then last night it had gotten cold and we had shared my bed rather than one of us using the sleeping bag on the floor. What had happened in bed after the lights had gone out seemed like a dream. The excitement, the fear, the warmth and final exhilaration, it all seemed like something wholly separate from the reality of school and cars and TV I was used to. Something like that couldn’t have really happened, yet I remembered it so vividly. I looked over at Abby in the seat next to him. She hadn’t said a word to me all morning as we got ready for school or even in the car, which is beyond even her usual state of introversion. I wondered what she remembered of last night. Was she feeling the same doubts I was? Was she feeling ashamed that it had happened, maybe even regretted it? Maybe it had just been his dream all along, and she was just wondering why I was acting so strange this morning? I tried to shake my anxieties and get myself ready for school. It must have been the longest day of school I’d ever been in. In class after class, I stared blankly at the teacher, at my book, or just into space, and thought about the night before. I knew it couldn’t have been a dream, as every detail was etched so firmly in my mind. I thought over and over about her pressing against me, the feel of her skin as she pulled my hand into her shirt, my dick squeezed between her ass cheeks, sliding my hand down inside her pants, rubbing my finger deep in her wet pussy, how she spasmed over and over when she came. Whether it was real or not, I wanted so badly for it to have been I had convinced myself it was. Finally the last bell rang and I almost ran outside to see my sister and drive her back home. The mere sight of her standing there made my heart race, and I had to quickly try to distract myself to keep from getting a hard-on right there in front of everyone. I looked away from her to break my focus, and saw Abby’s old friends Mady and Cindy a little ways from Abby with a group of other girls laughing. Madison and Cindy had been Abby’s closest friends in middle school, but over their first few months of high school, they’d dumped their shy friend to join a popular clique. I saw now that they were looking at Abby as they laughed, and saw one of them call something out to her. I couldn’t hear what they said, but it sent the group’s laughter even higher. Abby just stood there with her back turned to them and didn’t respond, but she was as tense as I’d ever seen her and she was barely holding back her tears. I tried to walk up to Abby as normally as ever to walk her to the car, hoping my presence would somehow temper the attacks from the two girls who just last year had had a crush on me. The group just whispered a few things to each other and kept laughing. I guess I was part of the joke now, too. “Let’s go,” I said softly to Abby, and we walked to the car. Once we’d pulled away, she started crying. I couldn’t think of anything to say to help her feel better, and even as I tried, I found my eyes drawn towards her tits and started thinking about when I might get to touch them again. I had a realization. Abby was clearly going through a very hard and emotional time with her wrecked room and her loneliness at school. What she needed now was a friend and protector, not some guy trying to get her clothes off. I decided then that I wasn’t going to try to push her into anything else, no matter how much I wanted it. After we got home, we went to check out how her room was doing today. I hoped that getting to move back into her room might help settle things down for her a bit, as well as eliminate some of my temptation. We were met by a foul smell. All the water in her room from the storm had caused mold. The room would be unlivable until it was all cleaned out. Mom said even if they could get someone to clean up the damage right away, it’d take weeks to get a contractor in to replace carpet and drywall and refinish everything.