Two Sisters, One Bed

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Part 1
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Living in a cramped apartment wasn’t easy, and as a girl, sharing almost every aspect of my life was tremendously complicated. Since we lived in the downtown area of a large city, space was hard to come by; my mother, my sister, and I had to share two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a small living room that had a kitchen attached as an after-thought.

The bathroom was disgraceful, each of us our own sets of makeup, our own razors, our own shampoos, our own towels, etc. Everything always got mixed up, and my sister would often use my stuff, whether intentionally or not.

Worst of all, though, I had to share a crowded bedroom with my younger sister, Rebecca, or Becca for short. We usually got along well, but the notion of having very little privacy often infuriated me. In addition to having to wait for the bathroom’s vacancy, I couldn’t look at the computer without the fear of someone peering over my shoulder, and I couldn’t change clothes without waiting until someone left the room, and I couldn’t play with myself at night without the anxiety of my sister hearing the commotion.

Becca was a cute girl, and she was growing nicely into a woman’s body. She ran track for the school, so she had a healthy frame with a flat tummy, and her shaven legs had a modest muscle tone. Her hips were maturing into the ideal hourglass figure, and she boasted beautifully shaped breasts. Her light brown hair, which she usually wore in a ponytail, reached to her shoulders. She wore makeup lightly, and she had an earring in each ear. Her face was flawless, and her skin was smooth. When she smiled, she showed off her adorable dimples and her pearly teeth. Overall, Becca was becoming quite a head-turner.

I, too, took pride in myself. My body was similar to Becca’s, except that my hair was a darker shade of brown, and my breasts were slightly bigger. But even in an all-girl family, and even though we were all very attractive, we were very asexual; apart from when we first got our periods, Mom never talked about sex in any capacity. Mom never discussed boys, condoms, masturbation, etc. Also, Becca and I never discussed anything either, and even when we changed clothes, we did it in privacy because we never felt comfortable seeing each other naked. Indeed, life was tough in the small apartment, but I managed to survive. One day, however, our sisterly relationship began to change.

Becca and I had come into the apartment after having visited the community pool. We wore bikinis, and there were several cute boys around outside that made me horny. It didn’t take a lot to arouse me, and I felt the need to touch myself daily. I just assumed my horniness was a normal part of being a girl.

“Hey, Becca,” I said.

“Yeah,” she replied in her soft, cute voice as she dried her hair.

I joked, “I think that boy was staring at you.”

She blushed. “What?”

“Yeah, you know,” I continued.

“How do you know he wasn’t staring at you,” she retorted with a cheeky grin.

I smiled. As much as I was interested in the cute boys, Becca, too, was fabulous. She wore a bikini, which was enough to shroud her private areas but also showcased her figure fairly well. In fact, her top even revealed some of her sideboob, which I had caught myself gazing at. Becca’s body often fascinated me. Even though I was more mature than her, she was a stunning girl, and I often scolded myself for thinking such thoughts about my sister.

“I’m going to take a shower,” I said.

“Okay,” Becca replied. “I’ll change in the bedroom.”

I nodded and walked into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I stripped naked and turned on the water. I loved taking showers; it was the only time I had to enjoy my privacy. My favorite thing to do was sit on the floor of the tub with the showerhead against my pussy. Often, I could cum in fewer than three minutes, so I assumed that nobody would suspect what I was doing. On this particular day, I had every intention of doing the same thing. But as I tried to step under the water, it was bone-chilling cold. I waited a few more minutes, but the water was unbearably frigid. I tried to walk under it, but my body couldn’t handle the chill.

I turned the water off and put my clothes back on. Becca was sitting on the couch in the living room.

“Becca,” I said.

“Yeah?” she replied.

I said, “The water isn’t working.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“It won’t get hot,” I replied.

“Tell Mom,” Becca answered. “She just got here.”

Mom, after hearing Becca say her name, poked her head out of her bedroom. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“The water won’t get hot,” I said. She rolled her eyes and went to check for herself. Likewise, she came out after a few minutes and said, “You’re right.” After a five-minute conversation with the landlord, it became evident that I wasn’t going to be able to take a shower that day, and that I was going to have to wait until tomorrow to satisfy my teenaged hormones. I thought about fingering myself on the toilet, but that would’ve been too noisy, and it always took more time to use my fingers than it did with the showerhead.

Perhaps my sex drive was higher than most girls, or maybe not. I was in the mood to play with myself, but since I was unable to, I was horny for the rest of the day. But Becca was doing homework in the bedroom for most of the night, and then she just sat on her computer. Mom always occupied the TV in the living room. There was no place for my privacy.

Becca even made it worse; she wore a low-cut tank top without a bra, advertising a bit of her cleavage. I tried to ignore things like that, especially since it was my sister, but sometimes I had trouble. In order to relieve myself, I decided that I was going to wait until Becca had fallen asleep, then I was going to play with my pussy right next to her. It was risky, but it was the only way I knew how to alleviate my sexual tension without drawing suspicion to myself by sitting noisily on the toilet.

Around 11:00 p.m., Becca was still on her computer when I walked into the bedroom. I asked, “Are you ready for bed?”

Becca nodded. She put her computer down and started removing her items from the top of the covers, and then she took off her jeans; she always wore a pair of panties to sleep in. This night, in particular, she wore a light green pair.

“Are you tired?” I asked hoping she’d say ‘yes.’

“I guess so,” she replied.

We shared a bed, which took up most of the room. On either side of the bed there was only about a foot of space, and at the front of the bedroom, there was a desk and two dressers. There wasn’t room for enough space for two beds, but we didn’t mind sharing since the bed was large, and neither of us tossed and turned too much during the night.

Becca climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin and cuddled herself. “Good night,” I said.

Becca whispered, “Good night.”

I climbed in bed beside Becca, but there was still a considerable amount of space between us. Since I had lain on my left side, I was facing her direction to watch for her to fall asleep. The room was dimly lit by the streetlight outside, enough so that I could see everything in the room with a minimal level of detail. I wanted to play with myself, but I had to wait for Becca to fall asleep. Normally, I was a heavy sleeper who dozed off fairly quickly. I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t control my horniness; thinking about it all day had only made it worse.

Becca, though, wasn’t falling asleep. She lay on her back twirling her fingers in the air, biting her nails occasionally. I began getting frustrated. I lay still, though, fearing that I would only keep her awake if I moved. Eventually, she stopped playing with her hands and slipped them under the covers.

After having lain in bed for nearly thirty minutes, and just as I thought she was close to falling asleep, Becca softly cleared her throat and took a deep breath. She shifted a little so that her body was in a new position; she lay on her back, but she bent her knees. Through the dim light of the bedroom, I could see the figure of her body. Of course, her face and neck were uncovered, but the rest of her body lay beneath the blankets. Under the covers, I saw the hill that her breasts made followed by the valley created by her stomach, which was overshadowed by the mountain her knees had produced. Perhaps she was uncomfortable or unable to sleep.

For a few moments, Becca didn’t do much of anything other than lie still. My eyes were open, squinted rather than fully open. She kept glancing at me, but I suspected that she couldn’t tell that my eyes weren’t closed. Suddenly, I noticed something small wiggling in the valley of her blanket, just above where her pussy would be.

Slowly, the blanket moved up and down over her waist as if she were slowly rubbing her pussy.