Something wakes me up in the middle of the night, okay it's ten and I went to bed early but I'm woken regardless as I hear breathing. I look around and see that my door is closing and someone is moving in my room in the dark.
"What are you doing," I asked my intruder.
"Coming in to check on you, Mom was worried so I volunteered to make sure everything was fine while you sleep," Abigail informs me, taking a seat in the big chair Mom put in my room.
"You do realize it's creepy that you want to watch me sleep," I tell her and she shakes her head.
"No different than when we were doing it at the hospital. Thinking about it now it's less creepy here than at the hospital," Abby says smiling," There you had less clothes on."
"Well I'm alive and not going anywhere for a few months at least so you can head back to your room," I tell Abigail before rolling onto my right side, the one that didn't have a stab wound on it, and attempt to sleep again.
I don't drift off right away as I can hear Abigail shifting in the chair for a little bit before silence or sleep takes over. Well it takes over for what feels like the blink of an eye before I feel Abigail crawling into bed and under the blankets. Now I'm wearing shorts, not underwear, just shorts and here is Abigail in sweat pants and a t- shirt. I know riveting stuff. Problem is I'm a guy and there is a female, technically step sister in my bed curled up with her back to me. I can see her in the dark breathing, I can smell her shampoo, and I could in theory move closer. I quickly decide against anything and try to get some sleep.
I don't know what woke me first but I'm pretty sure it was the new pain in my lower abdomen or groin region known as the penis. Somehow in the middle of the night while we were sleeping I either moved up to Abby's back and her back side or she backed up to me and now my erection is poking me in the gut a little and her in the ass a lot. I try to shift but that doesn't have the effect that I'm looking for, it just makes it harder… I mean difficult. The second thing I notice is that my arm is around her chest and under her breasts. Her d cups are resting happily against my arm and when Abby shifts against me it's a little painful but the good kind as my hard on is forced against her. It takes me a moment or two to come up with a plan to detach my limb from her chest, okay not a plan as much as motivation to move my left arm. I slowly pull my arm out getting my hand under her breast and almost free when Abby's own arm comes to life and grabbing my hand puts it firmly on top of her shirt covered tit.
"You have been grinding and groping me in your sleep for a while now, it woke me up," Abby informs me, reaching back and putting her hand down my shorts," Now I'm going to get my turn. Don't move."
Abigail's hand is cool to the touch or my cock is made of molten fire, either way I make some groaning noise when she takes hold of me and even more as she strokes me a little. Her hand is rubbing me in an awkward stroking but I don't care because a female is rubbing my freaking penis. Uncontrollably I grind against her hand, which makes her bend awkward for her and she removes it only to try pulling down my shorts. I stop gripping her breast and 'help' her by pulling my shorts down and while I'm shifting around to get things in place Abigail is shifting too. Her hand comes back around and fumbles a little to take hold of me and from there she guides me between her thighs. Now I'm in a whole world of different sensations, her panties have been pulled aside so that I can get right next to her pussy which is warm and a little wet with my length rubbing inside the lips. Her panties are still mostly on in the front and are partially under my shaft which has a rough texture to it. With no warning Abby shifts against me rubbing herself on my shaft and I groan and with my hand find her tit again and squeeze a little. Abigail moans and I grunt a little as I give it back to her moving my own hips forward and rubbing myself against wet lips.
"Don't put it in," she moans as we begin pressing against each other a little harder.
I don't know why she doesn't want me to put it in but I'd like to, I think of excuses I could make but become distracted by the hard bump under my hand. Abby must really be horny and to be honest so am I. I feel her fingers from her free hand at the front of her pussy more than likely playing with herself as I speed up a little but make sure to follow her request of not putting it in, but I really want to. I keep rubbing against her fast and I'm pretty sure I'll be alright physically when Abby's face turns towards the pillow and I hear her squeaking as her body freezes in place. Ego boost and horny factor ten for me as I just made my step sister cum and I didn't even put it in her. I'm still going even though she's not moving, probably coming down from her orgasm, but I'm not going to last very long. I feel her warm wet lips on top of my shaft, her thighs squeezing to keep me in place, the fabric of her panties rubbing my underside. All of this I try to take in and end up blowing it all over who knows where as I keep myself as far 'forward' as I can and grip Abigail tight to me as my rush takes hold. We both come down and now it's silent, not awkwardly silent, just neither of us knows what to do next. She's trying to be a sister and failing at it by what we just did, thank you god. And I'm laying here trying to figure out how I'm going to leave this behind in a few months if this isn't a one time thing. After what seems like eternity Abby and I pull apart a little and I pull my shorts up as she probably fixes her own sweats and panties.
"You came in my panties," Abby informs me and I give her an odd look as she rolls on her back.
"I did what," I ask, a little confused as she takes my hand and places it on her covered mound.
"You came in the front of my panties, there is a mess in my pants that you helped make," I don't know if she's being funny or serious.
"Next time let me put it in," I ask awkwardly.
"Maybe if you hang around I will," Abby says and pulls herself from my bed," I need to clean up and change my shorts. You get some sleep; Mom will probably be in tomorrow early to check on you."
I watch her leave and notice the slightly awkward walk she has, it makes me smile a little and I haven't had many reasons to smile recently. I lay back and think about what she said, possible sex from my step sister if I don't walk out on the 'family' that wants me here. Well mostly wants me here as Bethany is still a cunt and can die a cunt. Maybe I should tell her to fuck me a couple times as make up for the shitty treatment, no that only happens in porn. I keep thinking about what everyone is going to do to show me how things will change, how things will be different. Guilt is causing this, it started with Mom and Mr. Delauter and it's worked its way into their children. Would I feel bad if I left in January? I never thought about it, I just knew it'd be better for me to make a fresh start away from it all. Feelings, ones other than shame and embarrassment? This is something I need to get used to.