Get yourself and Tracey dressed before Abbie walks in on you naked

You jump out of bed and rush around picking clothes up off the floor. You don’t want Abbie to walk in and find you with a naked girl in your bed. “Hurry up and get dressed. My sister’s home.” You hiss quietly to Tracey as you toss her clothes to her.

The perfect teen blonde in your bed starts pulling her clothes on, but she giggles at how nervous you are. “Just close the door and tell her not to come in, cause your girlfriend is naked.” She tells you in a cheery voice. “She’s got to expect that sooner or later you’d have girls in your room.”

You hear the front door open and Abbie come in. “Hey! I’m home, Beanpole.” She calls out. “If you’re jerking off, take a break, or at least make sure your door is closed.” She snickers.

You realize that Tracey is right. You calm down enough to close your bedroom door. You take the time to pull the used condom off your spent cock and toss it away.

“Hey Abs. How was class today?” You call through the door. “I had an interesting day.” You say as you pull your jeans on. “Don’t come in just yet.”

Abbie snorts on the other side of the door. “If you actually closed your door, I’m sure I don’t want to hear about what was so interesting to you, perv.”

You are looking around for your tee shirt when Tracey walks up and hands it to you. She gives you a quick kiss and a wink. “Hi. I’m Tracey.” She says, in a clear voice so Abbie can hear her through the door. “We’ll be just a second.” Once you have your shirt on, she puts her arm around your waist and holds you tight.

Your heart is pounding, nervous about how your sister is going to react to seeing you with a hot girl. She’s never seen you say a word to a girl without turning red. Will she think something weird is going on? You shake your head. No. Why would she think that? Abbie’s cool, and no prude. She’ll be happy for you.

You open the door. “Hey, Abbie, this is Tracey. She’s my… friend. We got to talking in school today and she came over to study.”

Abbie’s face starts out curious when the door opens. Her expression turns to shock when she sees a stunning girl hanging onto you.

Tracey gives you a jab in the ribs. “Girlfriend.” She corrects you.

Your sister stares for a moment, then remembers to hold out her hand, “Oh! Hi Tracey. It’s great to meet you.” But her voice sounds very uncertain. She’s trying to make sense of what she’s seeing. Then her nose wrinkles. You realize your room has a noticeable sex funk to it. Your sister’s eyebrows go up and she give you a pointed look.

Tracey smiles wide. “Thanks, it’s so nice to meet you, too. Dave didn’t mention he had a beautiful sister.”

Abbie grins as she looks at Tracey. “I’m sure he has other things on his mind than me, when you’re around.” She says sarcastically. They both smirk at you and stifle a giggle.

Tracey stretches up to kiss your cheek. “I’ve got to use the bathroom, babe.” She says, she heads past Abbie with a warm smile and out into the hall.

Abbie closes the door behind her. Then glares at you. “First, tell me you used protection.” Her voice is stern.

You nod. “Yes. I did. I’m not stupid.”

Your sister relaxes a little. “OK, good. How did this happen all of a sudden? You can’t even talk to girls. How did your scrawny ass get prom queen there back to your room to fuck her?” She sounds disbelieving and curious, but also like she’s a little proud of you.

You shrug. “We just got to talking in the cafeteria at lunch. We hit it off, and she agreed to come over to study. One thing sort of led to another…” You let that hang.

Abbie narrows her eyes and looks closely at you. “You never get to talking with girls, especially not a babe like that. And moving this fast isn’t something I thought I’d ever see you do. Something different is going on. I’m not sure what, but something…”

She stares even more intently at you, as if trying to read your face for a clue. “I mean, did you grow a set of balls overnight, Beanpole?”

Behind her, your bedroom door cracks open and Tracey clears her throat. Abbie blushes slightly at having been overheard. “I approached him.” Tracey explains. “I don’t think he was ever going to talk to me if I didn’t. I was curious about him. Lots of guys try to hit on me, but he was ignoring me.” She wraps her arms around you and looks up at you lovingly. “Turns out he’s great, just too shy for his own good. So, I had to be the one to do something about it.”

Abbie nods at Tracey’s description of how she ended up in your bed. “Yeah, too shy is putting it mildly. I’m surprised his head didn’t explode when you talked to him.” Your sister laughs. “You might be good for my brother. He lives in his head. He needs someone to pull him out of his shell. Anyway, I’ll let you two to get back to your studying.” She adds archly. “I have to get changed for work.” She heads to her own room, but she turns back for one last quizzical look at you with Tracey hanging onto you tight.

You close the door and settle back into your desk chair, pulling Tracey into your lap.