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There was something different about the house. It was obvious as soon as I walked in the door. The atmosphere was heavy, oppressive. You know that old expression of being able to cut it with a knife? Well, this was it. My mum came out of the kitchen, looking flushed and upset.“It’s Uncle Robert, he’s been in an accident,” she said, her voice breaking as she walked toward me.Taking me in her arms, she explained how he had fallen whilst ridge walking with a party of tourists near where he lived and had been killed. Uncle Robert, or Robbie as we all knew him, was not a real uncle but my father’s best friend from his days in the army. They had become very close, friendship forged under fire, the sort of friendship that endures.The loss hit us all. He and my father had spoken often, although his visits had become fewer as the demands of work and family life had grown. As arrangements were being made for the funeral service my parents called me to sit with them. They needed to talk to me.Apparently my father and Uncle Robbie had agreed that if anything happened to one of them, the surviving friend would look after the other’s family to whatever extent was required. Robbie had a daughter, Samantha, just a few weeks younger than me. Her mother had died shortly after she was born and she had been raised by Uncle Robbie. They had lived a secluded life on the edge of a National Park where Robbie had been a guide. Theirs had been a “Green” lifestyle long before it had become fashionable; home schooling and being at one with nature. I had always loved our visits there. I loved the freedom, the wildness of the park and her company as we roamed in the countryside together.Samantha needed a home and my father intended to honour his promise to his friend but they needed to know that I would be okay with this. I looked at my father, his sorrow and anxiety obvious across his face and gave my unconditional blessing. Sam and I had always got along and these days I was busy with college so it would be fine.For the next week it was upheaval on a major scale. My parents decided to swap bedrooms with me. Samantha and I would have their double sized room in the bahis siteleri extension and they would move into my room, which had originally been the master bedroom. New furniture was delivered; beds, wardrobes, desks. Dad spent the week painting and assembling with military precision. At the week’s end my new bedroom gleamed, subtle pink with white trim. It was an L shape, so there was a bed for me with side table, wardrobe etc at one end of the room and a duplicate set for Samantha at the opposite end. In the middle there was a seating area with a couch and TV. There was even a freestanding wooden screen that would give us a greater privacy if required.The big day arrived and my parents went to collect Samantha from the elderly aunt she had been staying with. I stayed at home, not wanting to overwhelm her with change.A few hours later they all returned, my parents looking strained and Sammie pale and forlorn. I hugged her and offered to show her to our room.I am nineteen, tall and athletic, with a regular place on the college track team. My breasts are a firm 34b, my butt tight and, I’m told, eye catching. I wear my brown hair long, often in a ponytail, and like most girls of my age I spend too much time on my appearance.Samantha, two months my junior, looked like a boy. She’s about my height, 5’7. She had her black hair in a shapeless basin cut. A baggy brown hoodie, combat trousers and walking boots completed the look. I grabbed her duffle, noting her dad’s name stenciled on the side, and led her to our room. She smiled her thanks wanly and I left her to settle in.We all had a light supper that evening and retired early, the stress of the day taking its toll. Sam and I retreated to our respective corners and got ready for bed. I sleep in a short tee just in case mum or dad put a head around the door, but heading to the bathroom I could see Sam in a pair of men’s pjs. The divider was out and we called our good nights across the room. I think I heard some quiet crying but we slept the night out.Over the next couple of weeks we settled into a routine of sorts. We would fold the screen away during the day, chatting and doing our homework canlı bahis siteleri and then unfold each night at bedtime, each of us retiring to our own corner.It was about two weeks in, the weather was mild and spring was finally here and I was horny. I put it down to shedding the winter clothes, feeling the sun on my legs and arms, getting the blood flowing.I had waited until I could near nothing from Sam’s end of the room and then I had started to please myself. I was aching for a good hard cum. I had got used to pleasuring myself at will in a room of my own and now that I was sharing, my poor pussy was feeling neglected. I was intending to put that to rights and enjoy a bloody good, hard and wet orgasm.I slipped out of my tee shirt and started to stroke my breasts, gently lifting them away from my body, feeling my fingertips dragging on the sensitive undersides. My nipples swelled with my pleasure and that familiar warmth building below, my lips flowering, moistening.Sitting back against my headboard I continued stroking my breasts, pinching the nipples, stretching them and every sensation echoed in my pussy. Slowly I dropped my hands from my breasts and swept them down my body, slowly stroking toward my moist slit.I breathed deeply, my blood pumping in my ears and willed myself to be calm and quiet. Ever so slowly I ran my index finger along my swollen lips, feeling them part, the moisture on my fingertip, the scent of my arousal reaching my nostrils. My mind flashed an array of sexual imagery, guys from school or TV, faceless bodies glistening and entwined, even girls from my track team. I could picture their lean bodies, wet with sweat or shower water, their breasts and nipples, the dark triangles between their legs. Stroking my inner lips, I spread my juices, coating my pussy, until my fingers moved easily and then it was clit time.Stretching my skin from above, pulling my hood back and feeling my heat build as I circled a finger around my swollen nub. I slipped two fingers inside stretching myself and then I tapped my clit, firm taps; One, Two, Three, each tap sending tremors through my body, my much needed orgasm canlı bahis building. Then, bliss; pulsing orgasmic bliss. My hips bucked, my fingers hooked and my pussy spasmed as I felt my juices flood. I could hear myself moan a long deep moan, pure sexual pleasure and release. It went on and on. So long had I waited for it that I clung to it, felt it reverberate. I gasped at each aftershock as my finger gently stroked me down. All I missed was a tongue there to clean me.Pulling the duvet up, I slipped into a deep, satisfied and dreamless sleep.—-The following day started off as usual but after college when we went up to our room to kick back and work on our assignments Sam was very quiet.“Are you okay?” I asked, “Are you thinking of your dad?” Sam was standing looking out of the window and at first I thought she didn’t hear me, but then she turned and I could see the tears running down her cheeks. Leaping up I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her to me as she sobbed. Slowly she calmed down, the tears finally stopped and leading her by the hand we sat on the couch.“I don’t fit in here,” she finally said.Pushing her hair back from her face I just waited for more.“It’s not you or your family, you’ve all been wonderful to me.” A deep breath and then it came out in a rush, how she had heard other girls at college calling her names and laughing about her.“I know I’m not pretty like you,” she continued, “and I don’t know about the latest fashion and trends like the other girls, but they are so mean.”I had never even considered that she would have these problems. She was a decent girl who had lost her dad in tragic circumstances and I saw red. I leapt to my feet, literally shaking with anger and demanded the names of those involved.“Tell me who’s involved and I’ll make them so sorry.” My voice was not my own, it was quiet and laced with anger and menace.“No please don’t do that.” Sam pulled me back down onto the couch and took my hand. “I’ve been thinking and I want to change, to be more fashionable.” Looking me straight in the eye she continued. “I don’t want to be shallow and vain like them. I want to be me, my thoughts and values, but I don’t live in the woods anymore. I need to adapt.”“Okay.” I smiled and nodded my understanding.“Rachel, I want to be like you, sexy, intelligent and caring.”I honestly don’t think that I have ever felt as touched as I did then.