We laid there, our sweaty bodies in a tangled mess. The sounds of two gasping teens filled the room and beyond.

I could feel Carlie's vagina still clamp down occasionally, sending shockwaves throughout my body.

I pushed my body off of hers slowly. As I began to slide out, Carlie's face showed pain. I felt terrible knowing I was the cause of her hurt.

I brought myself steadily onto my knees. My semi-limp dick flopped down.

I ran my hand through my hair as I took in another long drag of oxygen. Carlie had her eyes closed, trying not to focus on the pain.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

Carlie fought to put a smile on her face as she opened her eyes and assured me she was fine.

I looked at her now dark red pussy lips.

"I just need a shower." She said.

I rolled off my bed and stood. I stretched a hand out to help my little sister up.

Carlie took my hand and stood slowly. She ran her hand down to her crotch and rubbed it the way one would an aching muscle.

"You sure you're ok?" I asked again.

"Yeah. It's just sore." She said.

"I'm sorry." I said, very sincerely.

"It's ok. How about that shower?" She asked, looking up at me.

I didn't like that idea. I loved it. However, now that my mind was clearing from the sexually-stimulated fog, my common sense got the better of me.

"Carlie, I don't think that's a good idea. Mom and Dad will be home soon." I said.

Carlie looked up at the clock and nodded her head. She understood.

"Well, I still need one. I think I'll go ahead and do that." She said.

She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug. My cock pressed tightly against her lower stomach. I leaned down and she kissed me on the cheek.

Carlie made her way from my bedside to my door and began to walk out. Transfixed by the way her ass moved, I almost forgot something important.

"Carlie!" I called. "Your clothes!"

Carlie turned and smiled. She walked back, collected her clothes, and took off again.

I folded my arms and leaned against the door frame. I stood there until I heard her door shut.

I sat back down on my bed and ran my hands over my face. My eyes peeked through my fingers and stared at my glistening cock. What a morning it had already been.

I ran my hand down my cock a few times. A shower was probably a good idea. I stood and grabbed some boxers and another pair of shorts.

I let the shower get good and hot. I deeply inhaled the steam that filled the room. Moisture had begun to draw on my body as I stepped into the shower.

I could feel the coat of sweat and sex wash from my body. The water surrounding my head tried to clear my mind. I wouldn't let it. The thought that I'd passed up a joint-shower with Carlie ate at me. I knew that may well have been my one opportunity to have such an erotic experience, and I'd refused it. I'd let it slip away.

I made my hand into a fist and half-heartedly beat it against the wall of the shower. I did it more to express my disappointment than to hurt or damage anything.

Not the way I felt I'd damaged Carlie.

The site of her face grimacing in pain kept hitting me. It felt like a truck was backing over me. I knew that she wouldn't have had to feel that pain if it wasn't for me.

But maybe it was all in my head.

I finished my shower and dried off. Before getting dressed, I took a long, hard look in the mirror. I felt foolish as I gave myself a little pep talk, reassuring the man in the mirror that everything was fine.

I stepped into my boxers and shorts and exited my bathroom.

I left my room and looked down the hall. Carlie's door was still shut. I felt that I needed to talk to her, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I walked down to the living room and plopped down in a chair and turned on the tube. My eyes were fixed on the tv, but my mind was racing.

My thoughts came to a hault when I heard a door open upstairs. I listened to the sound of feet moving. I listened to the sound of feet hitting each stair. I listened to the sound of the footsteps coming from behind me.

I kept my gaze fixed on the tv as Carlie walked from behind me and sat on the couch.

Her attire consisted of a grey tank top and light blue pajama pants. The straps of a bra were also evident. Her hair was pulled back tight, her bangs covering half of her forehead.

It felt like there was huge block of tension in the room. It seemed to push every inch of my body further into the chair.

Carlie brought her feet up on the couch and pulled her legs in to her side. Her arm rested on the armrest. She looked down at her hand as she began nibbling at her nails.

I let out a long sigh and turned the tv off.

Carlie seemed unfazed as she continued her long look at her nails.

"Carlie." I said, scratching my head out of nervousness. "We need to talk."

Carlie brought her hand down onto her leg and looked at me.

"Okay." She said.

As I was about to go on and on about how I didn't know how everything had happened that morning and how I was so sorry if I'd upset her or hurt her in any way, our front door swung open and in walked Mom and Dad.

My blood boiled that I'd again have to postpone this much-needed talk.

Our parents walked into the living room, Carlie flashed them a smile.

"You kids just getting up?" Mom asked.

"Oh, no. I've been up for awhile. Ric's the sleepy-head." Carlie answered.

Mom went on to say something about how I'd have to start getting up earlier or I'd die when school started.

I nodded my head and accepted her advice.

Mom turned her attention to Carlie and told her all of the gossip she'd heard at the service that morning. The small talk annoyed me.

Carlie locked her hands together and raised them high above her head, stretching. Her beautiful breasts pressed together.

After letting out a long sigh, Carlie announced that she didn't sleep well and was going to go take a nap.

Getting a laugh out of her little girl's exhaustion, Mom bid her a good sleep.

As Carlie passed me on her journey upstairs, she gave me a wink and a smile.

I laid my head on the backrest of the chair and looked at the ceiling, thinking of how I could word my impending conversation with Carlie.

Mom again said something to me about what a nice day it was or something. I couldn't concentrate on her words.

Mom left the room and I decided I'd sneak upstairs to see if I could catch Carlie before she fell asleep.

As I hustled up the staircase, I heard someone else enter the living room. I didn't bother to turn around. Instead, I made my way down the hall and grabbed Carlie's door handle. As I was about to turn it, my plot was foiled again.

"Hey, can you give me a hand in the yard?" My dad called up the staircase.

Cussing under my breath, I yelled back that I'd be right there. I released my grip on the door handle and sulked back downstairs.

I made my way into the humid outdoors. Dad asked if I could mow while he watered all the flowers and pulled weeds. Fine.

I hopped on the mower and took a spin around the yard. Still focused on Carlie, my mowing suffered. I realized I was leaving strips and whole sections untouched.

I made my way back around to fix my mistakes as sweat began to pour from my body. Something in one of the top windows caught my attention. I looked up and staring back at me was Carlie, waving. Although there was some distance between us, I could see her bright white teeth smiling at me.

I lifted a hand from the steering wheel and waved back. Carlie folded her arms and placed them on the windowsill. Her head rested on top of her arms, gazing down at me.

The thought of Carlie staring down at my glistening body excited me. My shorts began to stir as I finished my job and put the mower back in the garage.

I sat there for a few minutes, waiting for my erection to subside.

When I felt it was adequately hidden, I stood and walked back inside. I went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. In came Mom.

"Is Carlie ok?" She asked.

I choked on my water.

"What?" I asked.

"Carlie. Did she fall or something?" She asked.

"I don't know. Why?" I asked.

"She looks like she's limping around." She said.

"Oh. I didn't notice." I said.

Mom nodded her head and left the room.

I REALLY needed to talk to Carlie.

I walked back into the living room. I just wanted to sit down and rest, but I knew that it would be frowned upon due to me being all sweaty.

I hit the stairs and looked around. No one in sight. I crept to Carlies door and grabbed the handle, giving it a turn.

I opened the door and slipped in.

Carlie laid on her bed, facing away from me. Her legs were pulled close to her and her arms fell in front of her. The sight of Carlie in her apparent slumber was adorable. Although the fabric of her pajama pants was wrapped tightly around her ass, I didn't have a single impure thought. Sort of.

I walked to her bedside and stared down on her. Her eyes were shut and her lips parted slightly. I could hear her steady inhalation as her chest rose.

Our talk could wait.

I grabbed her blanket and draped it over her. She stirred enough to bring a hand up to her face. As I laid the blanket down I placed a gentle kiss on her head.

I turned around and walked out, closing her door.

I made my way into my own room, locking the door behind me. I quickly stripped from my shorts and boxers.

Even though I didn't have an impure thought while I was in her room, I did still have a throbbing erection.

I grasped my cock tightly and began stroking as I made my way into my shower.

I didn't bother to break out the soap and shampoo. I trusted the hot water would wash my body clean enough.

I closed my eyes and jerked myself to submission. Even though I felt bad, I couldn't change the past. Instead, I embraced the memory of Carlie's wake-up call, bringing me to a great orgasm.

I stayed in the mist of the shower awhile longer, washing the stray cum from my body. I stepped out and dried myself off. I got yet another pair of shorts, no boxers, and slipped them on. I grabbed a white tank top and exited my room.

Carlie's door was still closed. Go figure.

I walked downstairs and watched tv for the next few hours.

Around 5 p.m., Mom asked me to go tell Carlie it was time to eat. I walked upstairs...again...and made my way to her door...again.

I turned the handle and opened the door. The sound of her door rattling grabbed her attention, and we made eye contact immediately.

"Hey." I said.

"Hi." Carlie said, cheerfully, as she laid on her bed.

"I'm supposed to come get you. Time to eat." I said.

Carlie held her arms in the air the way a child does when they want to be held.

I looked at Carlie for a moment. She brought her arms down a little and threw them up again, impatiently.

I shook my head as I walked to her bedside and extended my own arms. She wrapped her hands over my shoulders as I lifted her to a sitting position and then lifted her completely from her bed.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and stared at me.

"I can't carry you downstairs like this, Carlie." I said.

"Hm. Ok, then." She said.

She kissed the tip of my nose and brought her feet to the floor. I felt a stir in my shorts as she walked from her room.


I made my way to the dining room and took my place at the table. The way it was set up, my dad sat directly across from me, Mom was on my left, Carlie on my right.

I tried my best to focus on the meal, but it was rather difficult given Carlie's feet kept finding my leg.

Everytime our limbs would meet, my eyes almost fell out of my skull, prompting a smirk on Carlie's face.

Mom broke the silence.

"So how'd you fall?" She asked Carlie.

I dropped my fork.

"What?" Carlie asked, bewildered.

"How'd you fall? You've been limping around all day." Mom said.

"Oh, you know me. Always the graceful one." Carlie laughed.

What a pro.

Mom seemed to buy Carlie's explanation and never said another word about it.

We finished after what seemed like an eternity and Mom asked if we'd like to watch a movie. This was her way of winding down on a boring Sunday evening.

We all nodded and after finishing the dishes and cleaning up, we all gathered back in the living room.

Conveniently enough, Mom and Dad had each occupied our recliners, leaving only the couch for Carlie and I.

I sat all the way at one end of the couch, leaning against the arm rest. I left the rest of the couch open on purpose, but this was lost on Carlie. She sat down, extended her legs to the opposite end, and rested her back against my side.

The movie started. I did my best to focus on the plot and not on the bare flesh of my sister against my own. As her head would turn to one way or another, her hair would brush against my arm slightly, sending a tingle through my body.

Knowing this would eventually be a problem, I grabbed a pillow and placed it on my lap. I leaned forward a little, pretending I was using it to rest my elbows on.

Carlie grew uncomfortable in her sitting position and moved my arms from the pillow. She laid her head down on it, bringing her hands up by her neck.

To me, this looked incredibly sexual. I figured you'd have to be stupid not to see what was going on. Nerves, I guess.

Mom nor Dad ever bothered to make so much as a disapproving glance my way.

Someone in the movie said something that Carlie found hilarious. Her body shook as she rolled to her back, looking up at me, laughing in hysterics. Very sexy.

She rolled back to her side. Had the pillow not been there, her ear would have been impaled my member.

Around 8, the credits began to roll up the screen. We sat there for a while, discussing the movie. Overall, we'd liked it.

Carlie sat up and did that damn stretch of hers. She stood and announced that she was going to go upstairs and get ready for bed. What a long day she must have had. Right.

She made her way over to give Mom and Dad each a hug goodnight. As she walked toward the staircase, passing me, she mouthed "My room".

Soon after Carlie disappeared, Mom and Dad agreed that it was hard enough to get up on Monday mornings and it would be best if they went ahead and hit the sack.

They each told me to sleep well and disappeared down a hall off of the living room.

I spent a few minutes perfecting the speech I was about to give Carlie. I wanted to make sure everything sounded right. I didn't want to come across as angry or cocky. It had to be right.

I stood, knocking the pillow to the floor, and turned off the lights and tv. I took that long trek up the stairs and stood outside of Carlie's door.

Light peaked out from beneath the barrier. No doubt, she would not be sleeping this time.

I knocked on the door. No answer.

I knocked again. No answer.

I grabbed the handle and opened the door.

There she was.

Carlie was laying on her back. Her eyes found me quickly with a smile. Her head bobbed up and down slowly. Pink headphones connected her ears to her iPod; the reason my knocks went unanswered.

I closed her door and locked it. I walked to her bedside and hovered above her legs, crossed at the shins.

Carlie stared up at me and patted a spot on the bed, allowing me to sit.

I sat down and put my forearms on my knees. I bent my head down and ran a hand over my forehead.

Carlie sat up next to me, draping her legs over the side of the bed. She turned her iPod off and sat it on the floor. She folded her hands and laid them in her lap.

"So...what do we need to talk about?" She asked.

"Well, what do you think?" I asked.

"Oh. Well what about it?" She asked.

"Look..." I began, "I don't know what happened today. I feel terrible about it."

"Why?" She asked.

"Because...I don't know, Carlie." I said, digging my palms into my eye sockets.

Carlie sat quietly.

"I just, ya know? I'm sorry." I said.

"I don't understand." She said. "What are you sorry about?"

"That I did that to you." I said.

"What did you do to me?" She asked.

"I hurt you." I said. "I could see it in your face. I feel so bad about it. I'm sorry. You must hate me." I said.

Carlie sat there in silence for a moment before grabbing wrapping one of her arms around my own and leaning her head on my shoulder.

"Aww, I don't hate you." She said. "It did hurt, but it's not your fault."

I leaned my own head on top of hers.

"I'm still sorry. We can't take it back. I'm just sorry that I had to be your first." I said.

"Look...if I didn't want it just as bad, I think I probably would have flipped out when I woke up with your hand on my thigh." She said, smiling. "And I'm sure I wouldn't have went into your room this morning. And as far as being the first, at least it was with someone that I actually care about and that actually cares about me."

"Yeah..." I mumbled.

"It's okay." Carlie said with a smile.

She took her arm away from mine and extended them outward. I looked up at her and extended my own the same way. We locked our arms around each others backs and shifted from side to side.

Carlie brought her face out of my shoulder and smiled.

"Now quit acting so depressed." She said.

I nodded and kissed her on the cheek. As I pulled back, we made straight eye contact. I kissed her on the cheek again, more slowly. I pulled back and she still looked into my eyes.

I leaned in, still in a hug and kissed her on the lips. I could feel her face stretching into another smile as we pecked at each other.

While our tongues wrestled, I stood, lifting her, and laying her lonways on her bed. I stayed on top of her as our hug broke.

I peeled my tank top off and tossed it to the floor. Carlie reached out and ran a hand over my chest, down my stomach, and under the elastic of my shorts. She pulled them down and the band rested underneath my scrotum.

My fully-erect cock hovered over her body as she wrapped a hand around it.

I let her tug at it for awhile before I laid back down on her. Her legs wrapped around my waist, tugging at the back of my shorts, slightly.

My hard cock was being kept from her pussy only by her pajama pants and panties. I paced my cock on top of her crotch and ran it back and forth. Basically, I was humping her pants.

I came back up and tugged at her pants, which easily slid off. I looked down at a pair of white panties with thin blue and pink stripes.

I ran my hands up and down her thighs, giving them a squeeze. I slid a finger into the leg hole of her panties and trailed it down to the crotch. I moved the panties aside and took a look.

Her lips still looked somewhat red. I poked a finger in and pushed around.

Carlie's legs tensed up from pain.

"It's still pretty sore." She said.

I said I was sorry and took my finger away. I lead down and kissed her special lips, gently.

"I'll kiss it better." I said.

I hooked her panties and pulled them off. Carlie spread her legs reluctantly, and I laid my head down around her pelvis.

I kissed her love box gently. I ran my tongue up and down the slit, being careful of pressure I caused.

Carlie closed her eyes and opened her mouth. A look of pleasure finally replace the look of pain.

I felt so much better knowing that she wasn't hurting. My tongue slipped in a little and gave an easy lick around.

I sat up and pulled my shorts down more, before taking them off completely.

I laid back down on my side, stroking myself and kissing Carlie's pussy simultaneously.

I moved a finger to the top of her slit and rubbed, easily.

Carlie's own body also began to aid in the lubrication process. I got to my knees and placed my hands on Carlie's knees, separating them.

I gripped my cock at it's base and ran it up and down her slit. I began to push a little when her face flushed with pain again. I quickly pulled away.

"I'm sorry." She said. "It just hurts so bad."

I leaned down and kissed her.

"It's not a big deal." I said. "As long as you're ok. That's all that matters."

She smiled at me and motioned for me to move up a little. I straddled her body just above her waist, sitting on my knees.

Her hands moved up and wrapped around my shaft. The rubbed her hands around it, the way someone would a stick in an attempt to start a fire.

She then put one hand on my thigh and used the other to slowly tug at me.

I lifted her tank top up her body as much as I could. It came to rest just below her breasts. Her tan stomach looked beautiful.

Carlie sat up a little, pulling the tank top from her body. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She threw both garments to the floor and wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed.

I laid Carlie back down and planted a trail of kisses from her lips, to her neck, to her shoulder, until reaching her breast. I squeezed the sides. I stuck out my tongue and ran it over her now-hard nipple.

Carlie let out a sharp exhale.

I opened my mouth and sucked on her nipple as my tongue continued to run across it.

"I wanna suck your cock." She whispered in my ear.

I released her nipple and looked at her. She was giggling.

I kissed her and rolled off of her, onto my back. My cock stood at full attention.

Carlie rolled to her side and sat up. She crawled over and straddled my body, facing away from me. As she bent over to suck me, her pussy smiled.


I felt my cock twitch as Carlie's tongue wrapped around it. I placed my hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed.

Carlie's lips slid over my head. I gasped. A gentle sucking began as her hand caressed my shaft and balls.

I brought my head forward and shoved my face into Carlie. I licked her slit and kissed every inch I could.

Carlie moaned, sending vibrations through my cock, and, in turn, the rest of my body.

My breathing was fast as I focused on eating Carlie. I brought a finger up and poked a little. I didn't want to ruin this.

I removed my finger and used both hands to grip her ass tightly. I licked for my life. I felt my dick get cold as Carlie took her mouth away from it. She was breathing heavily, letting out little moans.

I squeezed even tighter and shoved my tongue in further.

Carlie let out a long, loud moan as her lower muscles contracted. Hot juices flowed, covering my tongue.

I continued my tongue-lashing as her body began to quake.

"Oh, God..." she moaned, trying to stay quiet.

I removed my tongue and gave her pussy lips another kiss as I rubbed my hands over her ass.

Carlie started catching her breath as she got up on her knees and turned around.

Carlie collapsed on the bed beside me. She laid on her side and smiled at me. She was always smiling these days. I leaned down and kissed her.

She bit her lip as she looked from me to my still-swollen cock. She wrapped her hand around it and started pumping me.

Being horny all day long, plus everything we'd already been doing, neither of us were surprised when I blew my load after only a few minutes of stroking.

The eruption sent shockwaves through my body. I shook uncontrollably as Carlie refused to release me until I'd been properly milked. My hands dug into her bed sheets, gripping them tightly, trying not to holler out in ecstacy.


We laid there, staring at each other for a long time. Our hands continued to explore each other as our lips met.

I just wanted to sleep there. I wanted to stay with her all night. The odds of being caught weren't very good. My parents had no reason to come upstairs before leaving for work. But neither of us were willing to risk it. And the odds of getting a good nights sleep weren't very good either if we stayed together.

"I should probably head back to my room." I said, quietly.

Carlie made that damn puppy dog face.

"Ha. I'm sorry." I said. "But I have to."

"Alright then." She said in a long sigh.

"I'll see you tomorrow." I said.

Carlie shook her head.

"Love you." I said.

"Love you, too." She said with a smile.

I gathered my clothes but didn't bother putting them on. I made my way to her door and shut her lights off.

"Sleep well." I said.

"You too." She said.

I began to shut the door when she called out to me.

"Ric! I almost forgot. Jenny wants to come over tomorrow. Can we go get her?"

"Uh...sure." I said.

Jenny was coming tomorrow.

Uh oh.

anonymous readerReport

2011-08-24 14:58:50
its called lifting the lock i do it with my sister lock its simple

anonymous readerReport

2010-09-29 14:04:35
good but how did she get in his room he locked the door the night before and please get a good editor and rewrite all your stories


2010-06-15 15:25:45
nice it was very visualized and man i wished my first time was with such a sweet considerate man rather that jerk who jumped me like a jack rabbit bastard

Anonymous readerReport

2010-05-27 04:36:12
great story, good cliffhanger


2010-05-09 16:07:41
Awesome story. I wanted to comment on it the first time I read it, but the comments were disabled. I like this series and the style that you bring to the text. Many stories on this site are going downhill fast, with nothing but blunt, stupid expressions. This kind of story is one of the reasons I keep coming back to this site.

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