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. Until then, we were still roommates.
We moved most of her stuff to the garage. When we finished, it was a bit until dinner so we headed over to my room. "I'm going to try to relax in the shower," she said, still emotionally spent. Before she went into the bathroom, she came over and half hugged, half collapsed in my arms for a moment. "Thanks for your help," she said. Just holding her soft body started to get me hard, and I had to turn so my hard dick didn't rub her waist through our clothes.
She headed into the shower and I sat on my bed for a minute just thinking of her again. I heard the water turn on, and couldn't stop the thoughts of the water running down her naked body. I glanced at the door to the bathroom and noticed it was open a crack. The towel I had under the door last night to keep out the cold had gotten wedged underneath and had stopped the door from closing all the way. Hesitating for just a moment, I got up and crept over the door and peeked in.
Abby was standing naked in the bathroom facing away from me. She had a great body, with just a slightest bit of fat distributed over her whole frame, making her silky smooth skin soft. My eyes followed her legs from the floor all the way up to her thighs, then stopped at where her flesh began the abrupt curve of her ass. Her ass was firm but very well rounded, and I thought again about how my dick had been pressed between her cheeks the night before with only a few thin cotton layers in between.
Her arms were raised over her head pinning up her hair, and she turned just slightly to the side, giving me a view of the outline of her left breast. Suddenly, she dropped a hairpin on the floor and bent down to pick it up. I was startled by the sudden movement and afraid she'd turn and see me, but stayed fixated on her. She bent at the waist slowly without turning and fished on the floor for it. Her ass cheeks spread slightly, and in between them her little pink asshole peeked out. I only looked there briefly before my eyes locked onto the space between her thighs. Her round pussy lips were pressed together, with the bare bit of red fuzz I'd remembered seeing there in the closet the day before. She apparently found her pin, and as she bent down slightly farther to grab it, her pussy lips spread apart slightly, giving a tantalizing glimpse of the pink flesh inside.
I so desperately wanted my finger to return to where it had been the night before, but even as the thought entered my head, Abby stood back up, put in the last hairpin, stepped into the shower, and slid the shower door shut.
The spell broken, I finally pulled myself away from the door, took two steps back and dropped into my computer chair. Not going after her while we shared my room was going to be really hard, especially considering how horny I was. I decided I needed to relieve myself, and Abby's shower time might be my only opportunity of the night. I turned towards my computer, opened my pants, pulled out my dick, and started to hit my favorite sites. I new I could have exploded at nearly the first touch, but since I was so turned on and may not get another chance for a while, I wanted to draw it out just a bit, and knew I had the warning of Abby turning off the shower water before she'd come back into my room. I looked at site after site and stroked myself. Just as I was building to my conclusion, the water shut off.
"Do you know if dinner's ready yet?" Abby called out from the bathroom. My hand froze on my dick and in near panic I closed the browser. I shoved myself into my pants and shot my eyes toward the shower door. I could see through the crack from where I was, but didn't see Abby from my angle. I quickly but quietly moved away from the computer and bathroom door and sat on the bed before answering.
"Probably, its about that time," I responded, doing my best to hide my quick breathing.
"Good, I'll be out in just a minute," she replied. I sat and silently berated myself for another close call.
Abby came out of the shower already in her pajamas, her mood seeming much improved. "Feeling better?" I asked.
She glanced around the room briefly, then looked back to me. "Yes. The shower was very relaxing." She smiled softly and headed downstairs.
After dinner it was already late, but Mom wanted to talk about Abby's room some more. Mom was always real matter-of-fact with us, and liked to keep us in the loop about all the boring details of what the home insurance covered and so on. I think she thought knowing the plan would help keep Abby from stressing too much.
Abby and I went to my room and I headed to the bathroom to get ready.
"Don't take too long in there, I'm tired and need to brush my teeth." We were both in and out after just a few minutes, me wearing boxer-briefs and a t-shirt and her again wearing her old blue cotton pajamas. As Abby climbed into my bed, I paused. Thinking about my earlier resolution, I turned out the light and climbed in the sleeping bag.
"It's going to be just as cold down there as it was last night," Abby said. "And cold up here too. Please don't make yourself all sore again like before."
The invitation was almost more than I could handle. This was just how it had begun last time. Did Abby mean by that what I wanted her to mean? Even though I knew I should, I just couldn't resist the opportunity. I'd spent all day in a state of arousal without release and was as horny as I'd ever been. I wanted so badly for a replay of last night, but still didn't dare believe it could be true.
I pulled myself out of the sleeping bag, knowing my dick was already rock hard. Nervous as could be, I tried to casually cover it with my hand as I moved towards the bed so she' wouldn't see it by the light of the computer monitor. I climbed into the near side of the bed this time, and turned on my side to face away from her. "Goodnight," I said as seriously as I could.
Abby pulled the blanket over me and settled in behind me, also on her side and facing me with as much space between us as the twin bed would allow. Her relaxation from earlier had dissolved, and I could feel the tension in her body. I just knew she was nervous that I'd try something. I was just as tense as she was, and felt the pressure of my dick in my pants. I resolved to just wait it out and fall asleep.
We laid there tensely for a couple of minutes, when suddenly one of the dogs barked from the living room. It wasn't uncommon for that to happen at night, as our two dogs shared the couch and occasionally kicked or laid on each other awkwardly. Still, it was enough to startle us both, and Abby practically jumped on my back. She grabbed my shoulder with her hand and pressed herself against me, shivering slightly. Again I tried to put her out of my head and sleep, despite the added sensation of her body warmth and the feel of her hand on my shoulder.
After another minute of my unsuccessful attempts to sleep, Abby shifted her hand from my shoulder. She slid in under my arm and wrapped it loosely around stomach. We were both as tense as before and my mind raced. I wanted so much for her to be starting something again, but still dared not believe it. My judgment was surely clouded, and me making a mistake on it could really hurt Abby. I just laid and waited, and hoped.
Another minute passed, and I felt Abby gradually relax. Her breathing became slow and regular. I decided she must have fallen asleep. As my disappointment mounted, suddenly Abby breathed in slowly and shifted slightly. Her hand moved up and down across my stomach, as she seemed to be searching for a more comfortable position. After a few seconds her hand settled in, having slipped under my shirt slightly and with her finger right at the top of my waistband. Her fingers were long with soft tips, and just feeling them on my skin was more than I could handle.
I felt so frustrated and nervous, my adrenaline as high as last night, but knew that with her comfortably asleep, there was nothing I could do but wait. Then she breathed in again less abruptly, and the fingers of her hand started slowly and lightly rubbing against my skin, just an inch from the end of my hard dick.
Was it possible she was only pretending to be asleep? Was she lying there wanting this as much as I did, as afraid of rejection as I was, and was trying to gradually test me without committing? I still wasn't ready to commit, but was willing to try to push her forward.
My boxer-briefs were doing a poor job of holding in my dick. I did my own shift and tilted my hips up a bit, just enough so that the end of my cock would brush the side of her hand. If she really were asleep, she'd never feel it, but if she was as juiced up as I was last night...
A moment later, apparently emboldened, her hand began to move again. She moved it down slightly and touched the side again to the end of my dick through my briefs, and then rubbed slightly. She slid just her little finger underneath the waistband by my dick and held it there, as if testing the water. My heart raced at the feel and I breathed in and out slowly and carefully, as a signal to her.
Another finger crept in, then another, until her whole hand moved slowly underneath. Her finger ran through my pubes, as mine had through hers before. Then with one finger, she reached and touched the skin of my dick for the first time. She slowly ran just her fingertip along its length, down the base then back up to the tip. She circled her finger around the head.
As she kept caressing my dick, she brought her head closer and lightly kissed my neck, then again. Her kisses traced a path to my ear, and she whispered to me. Her voice was soft and gentle, but with more of an edge of excitement than I could remember hearing before.
"I left the bathroom door open a bit for you when I took my shower, I was hoping that'd you'd peek at me."
She continued running her finger along and around my dick. I turned my head towards hers. "I did, I couldn't help myself. I've been thinking about you all day. When you bent over to pick up that hairpin, it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen."
With that, she slowly wrapped all her fingers around my dick and pushed down to the base of it and just held it there.
"I got to peek at you too, while you thought I was in the shower. Watching you rub your penis made me want to touch it so badly." She started stroking my dick up and done, and ran her tongue along the outside of my ear.
I turned onto my back and pulled down my underwear. Finally free, it bounced up away from my body.
Abby's hand closed around in more firmly and kept stroking slowly. She leaned down and kissed my cheek. Still stroking, she whispered softly and hesitatingly to me again. "Would you touch me again down there like you did last night?"
I immediately turned towards her and slid my hand into her pajama pants. She wasn't wearing underwear this time. My fingers again ran through her pubes and my fingers danced on pussy lips lightly.
Leaning more on her back, she kept her hand locked around my dick, and I ran my finger back and forth between her pussy lips, gradually deeper and deeper.
I paused a moment, then plunged my finger inside her again, as I hand fantasized about all day. She gasped, and I was amazing I didn't cum right then. I pulled my finger in and out of her, keeping pace with each stroke of my dick. She started stroking faster and faster, and I matched her. Finally she took her free hand and pressed it on mine again, forcing my finger to stay inside her and pressing my thumb against her at the top of her pussy. She began moving her hips to press more against my hand, and I found mine moving to meet her hand. I rubbed my fingertip against the ribbed front wall of her pussy faster and faster, giving up any pace for a frantic finish. Still pressing my hand into her, she squeezed her thighs together tightly.
She came hard and her whole body pulsated on my hand, her pussy squeezing my finger like a vise with each spasm. My dick exploded in her furiously stroking hand, cum flying out of sight in the dark room with each squirt. Our orgasms seemed to go on forever, her still stroking and me rubbing.
As we finally finished, we just laid without moving, my finger still in her pussy and her hand gently wrapped around my dick. As I drifted off to sleep, I again wondered if it were just a dream. To prove to myself it wasn't, I leaned in and gave Abby a long, soft kiss on her cheek.