A Submissive Sibling – Illustrated Edition

by H. Malcom Walker

 

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All characters depicted in this work are 18 years of age or older.

 

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Copyright © 2025 by H. Malcom Walker

Chapter One – An Innocent Foot Rub

Everything started out innocently enough. My sister Carrie, who is a year younger than me, sat in the passenger seat as I drove us to the junior college we both attended. We both still lived at home, and she rode to campus with me every day, so we spent a lot of time together. We got along pretty well, even being so close in age. Both our parents worked long hours as attorneys and often didn’t get home until late. As a result, Carrie and I have for all intents raised each other through middle and high school.

Carrie usually deferred to me in most things. If she really wanted something, she could turn into a brat and use her cuteness to get her way. It almost always worked on me and Dad, but no so much on Mom. Lately, it seemed like she was becoming more assertive.

“Hey, Mark,” she said one morning from the passenger seat. “I want you to take a DNA test with me. We’ve been studying genetics in my biology class and I’m kind of curious to see what comes up.”

I took my eyes off the road to steal a glance over at her. The late spring weather had finally warmed up, and she was wearing her typical outfit. It consisted of shorts that were a bit too short and a white halter top that left little to the imagination. Her sneakers and ankle socks completed the look. I couldn't help but notice how her outfit accentuated every curve and line of her body. I knew I shouldn’t stare, but my little sister was fucking hot. Her brown hair was in a short bob with bangs that framed her face in exactly the right way. There was a light smattering of freckles across her nose that added a touch of innocence. She had always hated them, but everyone else thought they were cute.

Her choice of clothing that day was particularly revealing. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the top of her halter dipped low enough that I could see plenty of cleavage. I could also see the faint outline of her nipple through the thin fabric. The creamy skin of her chest was also dusted with a few more freckles, adding even more to the allure.

I swear I'm not a perv, but I knew her bra size was a 34C. How did I know? I remembered when one of my friends, Mike, had sneaked into her room a few years back during a senior sleepover. He emerged into the living room holding up one of her bras like a fucking trophy, a shit-eating grin on his face. I had tried to get it back, but the rest of my friends all started hooting and hollering like a wild pack of chimpanzees. All that served to egg Mike on. He held the bra above his head, taunting me, and I could feel my face turning red with embarrassment.

"Come and get it, Mark!" he shouted, and the others joined in, laughing and cheering. I lunged for the bra, but Mike was quicker and darted away, the bra still held high. It felt like an eternity before he finally relented and threw the bra back to me, the room erupting in jeers. I caught the bra and went to return it to her room, my heart pounding. That memory made me smirk as I averted my gaze back to the road. I was trying to focus on driving despite the distraction of her proximity.

Turning back to the road ahead, I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter as I answered, “Sure. That sounds like it could be cool. It’s not too expensive, is it?”

“There’s a site called DNA Detective that’s having a buy one, get one free sale right now. It would cost us about forty bucks each.”

“That sounds good,” I said as I nodded at her. “Let me know what I need to do.”

Carrie shot me one of her dazzling smiles and said, "Thanks, Mark."

I spent the rest of the drive thinking about what her nipples might look like under that top. I imagined them as soft and pink, the areolas a shade darker, her nipples hard and begging for my touch. My mind wandered to how they would feel in my mouth, her moans of pleasure filling my ears as I sucked and teased them. I was so lost in thought that I drove a little too fast around a sharp curve in the road. The bump of the tire dropping off the pavement and sudden jerk of the steering wheel snapped me out of my fantasy. My heart pounded with a mix of desire and fear as I regained control.

I looked over at Carrie, who was looking up from her phone to see what happened. "Pay attention to the road, dumbass," she said with a laugh.

Later that week, Carrie asked me to send her forty bucks on the cash app. I had forgotten about it but sent it over when she reminded me about the DNA test. Our parents gave us a pretty generous allowance and I wasn’t dating at the time, so it wasn’t a huge hassle.

Another week went by and Carrie showed up with two packages that had tubes and swabs in them. I let her swab my inner cheek twice with long cotton sticks and then she sealed them in the vials to ship them off. I had to sign some a legal looking form and that was that. I soon forgot about it completely.

Carrie continued to tease me, always wearing skimpy outfits whenever we were together. One day it was a short white sundress that was hardly a decent length. Or she wanted me to play tennis and she wore a skirt that ended right at the bottom of her butt. She seemed to enjoy showing the world, and especially me her body as much as possible. She also loved beating me in tennis, since I sucked donkey balls at it compared to her.

I don’t know why Carrie wasn’t dating full time. Every guy she knew was drooling after her, but she kept them all at arm’s length. I know several of my friends were hot to get with her, but I always discouraged it. I seemed to be the only guy she hung out with. I loved her, but damn I was getting all kinds of boners from the attention she was giving me.

Lately, she had started asking me to rub her feet while we were streaming something on the couch. The other night, as I was coming into the living room to watch Netflix with her, she had fluffed up a pillow on one end of the couch and was laying back against it. As I moved to sit down, she put her feet up in the air and pointed them at me, wiggling her toes. “Give me one of your foot rubs, Mark. I ran three miles this afternoon and they’re feeling a little sore.”

 

 

I noticed she was telling me to do it instead of asking like she usually did, but I ignored that. I sat down so she could lower her feet into my lap. I adjusted so her feet were right in the middle of my lap, also turning to face her a bit so I’d have a better angle. I took one foot in a firm grasp, my hands enveloping it completely. The sensation of her smooth skin against my palms was electric, sending a shiver up my spine. I started by massaging the ball of her foot, using my thumbs to apply pressure. I could feel the tension release with each circular motion. Her foot was warm and supple, and I could feel the delicate bones and muscles shifting under my touch.

Moving on to her toes, I took each one between my thumb and index finger, squeezing and rolling them. The way her toes curled and uncurled in response to my touch was fascinating. Her toes were delicate, the nails smooth and well-kept. I took my time, making sure to give each toe the attention it deserved.

“You don’t mind, do you?” she asked after giving a small sigh of pleasure.

“No, it’s fine,” I said with a smirk. “What’s a little stanky sister feet between friends?”

“Mmmmm. Fuck, that feels so good. You're such a good brother, Mark. I appreciate everything you do for me.”

I was good at giving foot rubs. I learned how when I was younger, and I’ve had a lot of practice on both my mom and Carrie. They usually ask me to do it, but it's gotten to the point now where they just expect it. I hadn’t been as eager to do it as much recently since it had started to seem more awkward. It’s kind of weird to be rubbing a foot and hear your mom or sister start to moan in pleasure. Invariably, my dick would start straining against the crotch of my pants. I mean, my mom and my sister are both attractive, but I felt kind of guilty and perverted to get off on rubbing their feet.

Carrie was hard to resist, though. She knew I enjoyed pleasing people, and she took full advantage of it. At least she wasn’t mean about it. A couple of girls I’d dated in high school kind of walked all over me. I had stopped dating that year since I was trying to concentrate on school more. My grades were good and I was hoping to get into the engineering program at Tech the next year. With both my parents being attorneys, I knew they could easily afford to send me there already, but Mom especially seemed to want me to stay home a little longer.

Looking back down at my sister’s foot, I pulled it in a little more. I started working my way down the arch, using both thumbs to press hard into it. Carrie gave out another satisfied moan as my thumbs dug in and circled the tendon. That made my dick twitch, and damn if her other foot wasn’t pressing against it when it happened. I yanked that foot a few inches to the side, hoping she hadn’t noticed.

With a sinking feeling, I watched her open her eyes and look at me. She had a sly smile on her face, which got even wider before she turned her head back to the side and closed her eyes. I could tell she was blushing a little. I could also feel that foot move a few inches to press against my boner again.

“Great,” I thought. “Now my sister definitely knows I’m perving on her.”

I moved further down the foot, gripping her leg above the ankle with my left hand to hold it higher. I used my right thumb to grind in on the heel. “Your feet are feeling a little dry,” I said. “We should get some lotion for next time.”

She smiled but didn’t open her eyes or turn her head. “Already planning for next time, Mark? Are you admitting you like giving me foot rubs?”

I sighed but kept rubbing her heel. “You know I enjoy it. You don’t have to tease me about it.”

She opened her eyes and looked at me then. She went to sit up, holding her hand out for me to help her. I took the hand and helped pull her into a sitting position. She pulled me in tighter and kissed me on the cheek. “I didn't mean to tease you, Mark. I love your foot rubs, and they mean a lot to me. I’m glad you enjoy them.”

With that, she flopped back down and removed her foot from my hand, putting the other one there instead. “Now, don’t forget the other foot,” she said like the total brat she was. “You need to get in there on the arch on this one. It's been tight lately."

I rolled my eyes. “Such a brat,” I said. She only smiled and closed her eyes again.

I began working her other foot over, even better than I had on the first. I had to stop a few times to adjust myself, since my dick was hard and had a mind of its own while I was massaging Carrie’s foot. I felt guilty about it, but I knew we were only teasing each other. It would never go any further. Every time I moved it though, her other foot seemed to find its way to press up against it again.

I pinched her pinky toe kind of hard, and she jumped a little and said, “Ow!” while glaring up at me. Then I pinched the next toe even harder while I grinned at her. She yanked her foot back and sat up to swat me on the shoulder. My eyes went wide, and I gave her a crazy look and held my hands out, opening and closing them like I was some kind of crab.

“Oh, you’re going to pay for that, little sister. You will definitely pay for that,” I said in a very creepy voice. "Bwahaha! Time for the crab hands!"

This was one of our old games, but we hadn't played it in years. Her eyes went wide and she jumped off the couch, fleeing deeper into the house with a shriek. I followed, still yelling in the creepy voice. "The crab hands are going to get you, little Carrie! The crab hands are going to pinch you really hard!”

I chased her down the hallway that led to our bedrooms. The door to hers was on the left and the door to mine was across the hall. She turned left and slammed the door behind her. I heard the lock click. I ran up to the door and pounded on it a few times with the flat of my palm, then jiggled the door knob.

“Come out, little Carrie! Come out and face the crab hands!”

“Get away from me, creep!” I heard her yelling from the other side, but I could hear the laughter in her voice. We hadn’t chased each other in years, not since she was like a freshman in high school. I had forgotten how much fun it was.

I jiggled the handle one last time, then went into my room and closed the door as quietly as I could, ensuring it didn't latch. I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest as I listened closely. The house was quiet, but I could hear the faint sound of her door unlocking. I swung my door open and rushed across the hall, my socks slipping slightly on the polished wood floor. I caught her by surprise, and she shrieked as I pushed into her room, wrapping her in a tight bear hug.

There is one thing I forgot to mention, earlier. Carrie is surprisingly strong for her size, a fact I've come to appreciate over the years. She works out at the gym at least three days a week, plays a lot of tennis, and Dad made her take a self-defense class last year. Her strength and agility are evident in her every movement. It's one of the things that make her so damn sexy.

We stopped in the middle of the room, between her bed and the door. Carrie heaved her body forward and threw her arms wide, using her momentum to break free from my grip. I felt my arms forced open, releasing her. In a fluid motion, she swept her leg behind mine, hooking it to trip me. At the same time, she grabbed my upper arm and pulled me off balance.

I felt myself tumbling towards the floor, my stomach lurching as gravity took hold. I landed hard on my stomach, the impact knocking the wind out of me. I could feel her body landing on top of me, her knees digging into my back as she straddled my hips. My right arm twisted up my back, and my wrist remained locked in her firm grip. I tried to struggle, but her hold was too strong.

“Ow!” was the only clever thing I could come up with to say. My face lay pressed against the rug on her floor.

Carrie leaned in, her breath hot on my ear as she whispered, “You should have known better, big brother. You shouldn't underestimate me."

I could feel the pressure of her knees on my back, the weight of her body pinning me down. Her grip on my wrist was firm but controlled, a testament to her training. I tried to buck her off, but she anticipated my move. She adjusted her position, maintaining her dominant hold.

“Give it up, Mark,” she whispered in my ear again, her voice firm but not unkind. “You’re not getting out of this one.”

I lay there defeated, my arm and shoulder aching from the way she was holding it. Carrie’s self-defense moves were effective, and I knew I was at her mercy. I also had a massive boner that I was laying on top of with Carrie pressing it down into the floor even harder.

“Well, well, big brother,” she said, breathing hard. “This is what happens when you try to attack a poor helpless young girl in her own bedroom.”

“You don’t seem very helpless to me,” I said, trying to twist my arm free. Carrie pulled my wrist a little closer to my head, which caused more pain. “Ow! Damn! Okay, I give up.”

She giggled, then stood up in a crouch and used my arm to roll me over on my back. She sat down on my chest, holding my arms against the carpet with her legs. She was looking down at me with a triumphant smirk.

“You need to work out more, dear brother. You got your ass kicked by a 100-pound girl.”

Damn, I hate it when she’s right. I haven’t been in a gym since high school and I’m definitely not as strong as I was when I played soccer and baseball. I’m probably still a little stronger than her and could likely throw her off right now. Unfortunately, I had a huge boner that I didn’t want her to see. I was also a little fearful to try, not being sure that I could free myself.

"Feels more like 110 to me," I said, moving my head around like I was looking her over.

Her eyes went wide. "Oh... you don't know when to stop, do you Mark?" She reached down and grabbed both my nipples through my shirt, twisting them hard. "The crab hands are going to get you!"

"Ow! Oh fuck!" I screamed. It had been years since she had given me a titty twister. Back then she had to have help to do it to me.

“Do you surrender?” She had an evil look on her face, and she twisted my nipples again to emphasis her question.

“Fuck! Never! Do your worst, wench,” I said with more confidence than I was actually feeling at the moment.

Her eyes went wide, but then she laughed and leaned down to kiss me on the cheek. “Mwah!” she said as she leaned back.

“What was that for?” I asked.

“That was for giving me a great foot rub. It felt so fucking good.”

She leaned forward and kissed me on the other side, once again saying, “Mwah!” as she leaned back.

“Another one?” I asked, becoming a little bewildered at this point.

“That one was for being such a great brother and a good sport at getting your ass kicked.” I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

She gazed down at me, her eyes soft and intense, holding my gaze for a moment that felt like an eternity. I could see the depth of her emotions in those eyes, a mix of tenderness and something more primal. She reached out her hand, her fingers gentle as they brushed the hair off my forehead. The touch was electric, sending a shiver down my spine. Her hand lingered there for a moment, her thumb gently caressing my skin. It sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. I could feel the warmth of her body, the softness of her touch, and it was intoxicating.

Only then did she slowly lean in, her eyes closing as mine widened in surprise. I could feel her breath, warm and soft, on my face as she inched closer. Time seemed to slow down as her lips gently touched mine, lingering there for what felt like an eternity. It was long enough for her to exhale the slightest bit, and her breath mingled with mine. That sent a wave of warmth down through my chest and straight into my crotch.

I was so shocked at first, my mind racing with a million thoughts. But as her lips pressed against mine, something in me fogged over, and all I could focus on was the sensation. Her lips were incredibly soft, like velvet, and they tasted sweet, a hint of cherry lingering on them. I wanted to kiss her back, to deepen the kiss, but I lay there frozen in place. My body and my mind were unable to process what was happening.

When she finally pulled away, her lips slowly sliding off mine, she whispered a soft, "Mwah." The absence of her lips was abrupt, leaving me with a sense of longing. Carrie shot me a wicked smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she sat back up.

"Do you like my cherry chapstick, big brother?" she asked, her voice a low purr that sent another shiver down my spine. At the same time, she was rubbing her hands along the sides of my chest, and wiggling her hips. I could feel the soft fabric of her shorts sliding across my stomach.

All I could do was nod, my eyes still wide. “What the fuck was that one for?”

“That one, my dear brother, was for later on tonight when you’re in bed, jerking yourself off. We both know you're going to be thinking about me.”

I lay there with my mouth open, absolutely flabbergasted. We were very open and honest with each other, but she had never thrown something that shocking in my face like that. Carrie used her hand to push my mouth closed, still smirking.

I began stammering, unable to get any real words out. “I… uh… I… no, it’s not…”

Carrie patted me on the face with one hand. “You are so cute when you’re flustered, Mark. It’s very endearing.” Then she stood up and walked out of the room, leaving me laying there staring up at the ceiling.

I lay there for a moment, my heart pounding and my breath coming in short gasps. All the adrenaline from my encounter with Carrie was still coursing through my veins. I lifted my head to look down at my torso, my eyes drawn to the tent standing proudly in my shorts. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of desire and guilt crashing over me. "Fuck ‘later on tonight’, I thought to myself, "I need to take care of this right the fuck now." My body was throbbing with need. I knew I wouldn't be able to focus on anything else until I had relieved this pressure.

I stumbled into my room, my movements hurried and clumsy with anticipation. I kicked the door shut behind me and locked it, turning the knob until I heard the satisfying click. My room was dimly lit, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the floor. I didn't bother to turn on the light; I wanted the cover of darkness for what I was about to do.

I yanked my shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, kicking them aside as I made my way to the bed. My cock sprang free, hard and aching, the head glistening with pre-cum. I climbed onto the bed, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the heat of my body. I lay back, my head sinking into the pillow as I took my cock in my hand. I stroked it slowly at first, savoring the sensation.

My thoughts were a whirlwind of images and sensations; all centered around Carrie. I could still feel the pressure of her body on mine, the strength of her hold, the heat of her breath on my ear. I stroked myself faster, my hand moving in a steady rhythm as I imagined her straddling me. Her eyes locked onto mine, a wicked smile playing on those beautiful, soft lips. I could almost feel her, her weight on my hips, her hands on my chest, her pussy grinding against me.

The guilt and desire warred within me, each sensation heightening the other. I knew it was wrong to be thinking about her this way, but I couldn't help it. She was all I could think about, all I wanted. I stroked myself faster, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my body tensing as I approached the edge.

And then it hit me, a wave of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. I came hard, my cock pulsing and spraying ropes of hot, white cum onto my legs and the bed. Each spurt sent shivers of pleasure through my body, leaving me gasping and shaking in its wake. I could feel the warmth of the cum on my skin, the sticky residue coating my legs and the sheets beneath me. The scent of sex and sweat filled the air, a heady and intoxicating aroma.

I lay there for a moment, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. My body was slick with sweat and my heart pounded in my chest. I felt spent, drained, but also strangely content. I had taken the edge off, but I knew it wouldn't last. Not with Carrie living under the same roof, her presence a constant temptation. I also knew my little sister would be a steady source of both guilt and desire and I wasn't sure if I could control myself.

 

Chapter Two – DNA Results

The kiss Carrie gave me on the floor of her bedroom seemed to remove any inhibitions she had about continuing to do so. Almost every day after that, she found an excuse to corner me somewhere and stick her tongue in my mouth. That was it was though; just a kiss. If I tried to put my hands on her hips, she slapped them away. If I tried to put my hand up to her face, she ended the kiss and slipped away. She ended each kiss by saying, “that’s for later tonight when you’re thinking about me.”

Little did she know that I never waited until later that night. All it took was one touch of those cherry glossed lips on mine, and I was headed to my room to relieve myself. I usually managed to last a little longer than I did that first time, but sometimes I didn't. Every time I started stroking my cock, my mind was full of my sister’s face. Usually where she was smiling at me with her lips still parted as she backed away from our kiss.

Hell, I didn’t even need to look at porn on my phone anymore. Every time I jerked off now, it was always to Carrie. I had no idea what I was supposed to do about it. It was completely wrong, but I hadn’t been the one that started it all. She wouldn’t talk about it, either. Every time I tried to bring it up, she smiled mysteriously at me as she walked away. I even brought it up in the car on the way to school, but she only stared out the window with that coy little smile on her face.

I was in the kitchen pantry one afternoon, bent over rummaging through a crate of snacks. Suddenly, someone grabbed me on both sides of my lower ribs, tickling me. I stood up too quickly and bumped my head on a shelf as I came up.

“Ow!” I cried out as I turned around to see Carrie standing there, one hand over her mouth in surprise and concern. Mom and Dad weren't home, so all day she’d only been wearing panties and a crop top. The top ended right below her breasts, revealing her nicely toned midsection. I'd caught glimpses of her scampering around the house dressed like that all morning, but this was the first chance I'd had to get a good look.

 

My eyes were immediately drawn to the crotch of her panties. They were white and made of a thin, stretchy fabric that left very little to the imagination. The material stretched tautly over her mound, outlining the shape in exquisite detail. I could see the slight swell of her lips and the way the fabric dipped ever so slightly into her slit, hinting at the treasure within. The sight was both innocent and incredibly erotic, and I found myself unable to look away. My mind raced with thoughts of what lay beneath that thin layer of fabric.

“Oh… Mark! I’m so sorry,” she said. She reached up and grabbed my head with both hands pulling it down towards her. “Let me see.” My face was smushed between her breasts, and all thoughts of my head injury disappeared.

“Is it okay?” she asked as she rubbed the top of my head with one hand, using the other to keep pulling my face into her bosom. I continued to enjoy how soft those pale, beautiful orbs were. I had played with a few boobies back in high school, but never had my face pressed against any like it was at that moment. Her fragrance was also very pleasant today. Some type of apple blossom maybe?

“Mwah,” she said as she kissed the top of my head. “Let me kiss it and make it better.” She kissed it a few more times, making exaggerated noises each time she did. Then she pulled my head up and leaned in until her lips were mere inches away from mine. She was also looking directly into my eyes. We had the same eyes, which we got from our dad, so it was almost like looking into a mirror.

“I bet you’ve been enjoying playing with yourself after my kisses, haven’t you Mark?” she asked with an evil smile. “Squeezing it… stroking that cock until it shoots out all over. Is it my face you see, big brother?”

I blushed furiously. How did she always know exactly what to say to make me do that? Carrie pulled my face in closer, and her lips landed on mine. This time the kiss was a little more involved, so I felt emboldened enough to slide my hand up her side. I cupped the bottom of her breast underneath the top. It was only a quick feel, but damn her tit felt so great. So soft and warm.

Carrie jerked back almost immediately, glaring at me as she brushed my hand off her breast. “Hey!” she barked. “It’s okay for your sister to kiss you, but it’s not okay to feel your sister up.”

“How is that fair?” I asked, realizing even as I said it that I sounded whiney.

“It’s fair because I say it’s fair."

“Well, it’s not very nice to get me all turned on then shut me down. It’s kind of mean, actually,” I finished lamely.

She cocked her head to the side and looked at me with a raised eyebrow. Then she moved forward and put her arms around my neck, moving in closer for another kiss. Before her lips made contact with mine, she whispered, “You can put your hands on my ass… if you behave.” Then she started kissing me again.

Carrie's lips were soft and warm against mine, her breath hot on my face. I could taste the sweetness of her lip gloss, and it was intoxicating. Her hands were on my neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. It was a familiar touch, but it felt different now. It felt intimate, charged with this new kind of sexual energy.

As our kiss deepened, I felt a thrill of excitement run through me. I slid my hands down her sides, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her panties. I reached around until I could feel the curve of her hips, following it until I was cupping the firmness of her ass with both hands. It was exhilarating.

Carrie's body was warm against mine, her curves fitting perfectly against my body. I could feel her heart beating against my chest, a steady, reassuring rhythm. Her ass was firm and soft at the same time, and I couldn't help but squeeze. She didn't pull away. Instead, she pressed herself closer, her lips moving against mine, her tongue exploring the back of my front teeth.

I could feel the effect it was having on me, my body responding to her touch. My cock was hard, pressing against the fabric of my shorts. I’d had plenty of erections in my life, but it was different now. This one was more intense, more urgent. I wanted her... all of her, and I couldn't help but wonder if there was a chance she felt the same way.

Carrie ended the kiss, pulling back and smiling at me. “Good boy,” was all she said as she turned and left the pantry. I stood there slack jawed, watching her go. "Did she just say 'good boy' to me?" After a moment, I remembered the huge tent in my shorts, so I rushed to my bedroom, the door closing behind me with a soft click.

My heart was pounding in my chest, a mix of excitement and guilt washing over me. I couldn't believe what had just happened. My sister, my own flesh and blood, had kissed me in a way that was far from innocent. And I had enjoyed it. I had wanted it.

I rushed through the house and down the hallway to my bedroom, closing the door behind me. I fell onto my bed, my hand instinctively going to my crotch. I could feel the hardness there, the urgent need for release. I shoved my shorts and underwear down to my ankles before wrapping my hand around my cock. It was a familiar motion, but it felt different now. It felt more intense, more urgent.

I closed my eyes, the image of Carrie filling my mind. Her lips, her body, the feel of her ass in my hands. It was all so real, so vivid. I could still taste her on my lips, could still feel the warmth of her body against mine.

As I stroked myself, the guilt started to fade, replaced by a growing sense of arousal. I was doing something wrong, something taboo, and it was turning me on more than anything ever had before. I could feel the orgasm building, a powerful wave of pleasure that threatened to consume me. Of course, that’s when my bedroom door was flung open.

I looked over in a panic to see Carrie standing there, looking upset. She had one hand on the doorknob and the other was holding her iPad. I let out a yelp and yanked the sheet over my crotch.

“Damn it, Carrie! Don’t you know how to knock?” I cried out.

Carrie came in and pushed the door shut behind her. “Don’t you know how to lock a door?” she asked in return as she came over towards the bed.

“What do you need?” I asked in frustration. I had been so close to blowing my load. I’m pretty sure I had never stopped that close to spurting. It was also awkward as fuck to have the person I was stroking it to now standing only a few feet away.

“Oh, Mark! I don’t know what to do. There’s no one else I can talk to about this,” she said. Her eyes were full of tears, and one drop slid down her cheek as she was speaking. I sat up a little more in the bed and scooted over a little towards the center.

“It’s fine, Carrie. Sit down and tell me what’s the matter,” I said as I patted the side of the bed. She sat down on the bed, bending one leg under the other as she turned towards me. She gave out a sob.

“Carrie, what’s wrong? I’m really starting to get worried,” I said.

She looked up at me and held the tablet up. “I got the DNA test results back. Since we took it at the same time I linked our tests. I… I don’t know what to do, Mark.”

I took the tablet from her, with a queasy feeling in my stomach. I scrolled through the results, my eyes scanning the words on the screen. And then, I saw it. The words that made my blood run cold. "No biological relationship detected."

I looked up at Carrie, my mind racing. "This... this can't be right," I stammered. "There must be a mistake."

Carrie was silent, her eyes filled with tears. She looked so lost, so scared. I reached out and took her hand in mine. "It's going to be okay, Carrie," I whispered. "We'll figure this out. Mom and Dad will be home later tonight and we’ll ask them about it."

“No way,” she said, looking a little angry. “They didn’t tell us that we were adopted, so fuck them both. They should have at least told us when we turned eighteen.”

“Adopted? Do you think we’re both adopted?” I asked. She started to glare at me before she answered.

“Oh, so you think it’s just me that’s adopted? We don’t have results from Mom or Dad to compare to, so both of us are probably adopted. Why would they adopt just one and then have a kid naturally so close together?”

“But we look like each other. We both have Dad’s eyes,” I said, still confused and trying to process it all.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Mark! The results are right here!”

“Okay, okay,” I said, patting her on the hand to try to placate her. “I mean, they’re still Mom and Dad, right? They still raised us and love us.”

“They love us but they lied to us all these years,” Carrie said as she wiped her eyes. “Don’t say anything about it, okay? I want to figure some things out first.”

I nodded. Carrie sniffed one more time then looked down at the sheet, directly at the tent covering my erection.

She looked back at me and gave me a sly smile before she asked, “Did I do that?”

I tossed the tablet to the side and clapped my hands over my groin, once again super embarrassed by my brat of a… sister? I felt my face flush again. “You know you did,” I told her. “There’s no reason to tease me about it.”

Carrie smirked and brought her other leg up so she was sitting crisscross on the bed, right next to my waist. “I tease you because I like to tease you, and obviously you enjoy it as well.” She gave a pointed glance at my hands as she spoke.

I didn’t say anything. It was obviously true since I had been jerking off for over a week to all her teasing and kisses.

“Show me,” said Carrie.

My eyes widened in shock at her request and I shook my head back and forth a little without replying.

“Take your hands off your cock and show me, Mark. If you don’t then you won’t get any more kisses and you will never squeeze my ass again. Is that what you want?”

I finally found my voice, even though I kind of hated how whiney it still sounded. “I don’t think I should show my naked junk to my sister. It’s not really the right thing to do.”

“Hey, dumbass,” she replied. “I showed you the DNA result that says we’re not brother and sister. We’re not related and we're both adults and I want to see your cock. Show it to me… now.”

I was about to argue with her that even if we were adopted, we were legally siblings. Instead, I considered the look on her face and focused on the fear that I wouldn’t get to taste her lips again. I moved my hands off my groin and put them down at the sides with my fists clenched. I also lowered my head back down to the pillow and stared up at the ceiling.

I heard Carrie say, "Good boy." Then I felt her grab the sheet and start pulling it down my body until I was fully exposed. “Nice,” she said as she tossed the sheet off to the side. I lifted my head up enough to glance down at her as she was leaning in to have a better look.

My dick wasn’t standing straight up, but it was still hard. It was pointing up towards my stomach and as I watched it twitched a little.

“Is that as big as it gets?” my sister asked.

I haven’t seen a lot of dicks, and I never measured mine, but I figured it was a decent size. Seven inches? I’m not sure. I only knew that when it was fully hard it was bigger than it was right now.

“Uh… no. It gets a little bigger when it’s really hard,” I said.

“So… make it really hard,” Carrie said with a smile.

“Oh, God,” I said as I put my head back down to stare at the ceiling. I gripped my cock lightly with my hand, stroking up and down as I tried not to think about my sister watching me do it.

I glanced over to see Carrie's gaze on me, her eyes fixed on my cock. She had moved a little closer and I could feel her breath on my skin, hot and heavy. "This is the first cock I've ever seen up close. You should feel honored. Is that as hard as it gets?" she asked again, her voice low and sultry.

I shook my head, my cheeks flushing red. "No, it can get harder," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. "I'm... I'm having a little trouble with it."

Carrie was silent for a moment, her eyes still on my cock. Then, without warning, she reached down and grabbed my wrist, pushing my hand away from my cock. "Let me help," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Before I could protest, she had whipped off her tight top, exposing her tits to me for the first time. I stared, my mouth dry and my heart pounding in my chest. They were more perfect than I could have ever imagined. Round and full, with nipples that were darker than I had imagined they would be, they were a sight to behold. It was my first time seeing them, and they were so goddamn beautiful. They were perfection, and I couldn't believe I was getting to see them up close like that.

As I stared at her tits, I could feel my cock start to respond. It was like a switch flipped on somewhere, and suddenly I was hard as a rock. It was an incredible feeling, and I knew it was all thanks to Carrie. She had helped me get hard, but this had to be the weirdest boner I’d ever had in my life.

"Is it really hard now?" she asked, her voice husky with desire. I nodded, unable to find my voice. I was in awe, completely captivated by the sight of her breasts only a few feet away. They were a sight I would never forget; a sight that would be forever etched in my memory.

Carrie smiled, a wicked glint in her eye. She reached down and wrapped her hand around my cock, her touch firm and confident. She gripped it really tight, squeezing it several times like she was testing the feel. Then she started stroking, her hand moving up and down my shaft with a very tight grip.

“Ooh… ah… don’t squeeze it quite so tight,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Use a light touch, enough to barely touch the skin.” Carrie nodded and adjusted her grip, her fingers loosely circling the shaft. She started the movement up and down the shaft again, this time with a lighter touch.

I watched, my breath coming in short gasps, trying to focus on anything but the incredible sensation of her hand on me. The sight of my sister, topless and beautiful, her hand wrapped around my cock, was almost too much to bear. I could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling in my balls, and I knew I had to do something to delay the inevitable.

“Slow down a bit,” I managed to say, my voice hoarse with effort. “And don’t forget to tease the head a little. Try using your thumb.” Carrie complied, her strokes slowing to a torturously delicious pace. She would slide her hand up my shaft and pause at the head, her thumb circling the sensitive tip, spreading the pre-cum around.

“That’s it,” I gasped, trying to hold on, to make it last. “Just... like that.” I could feel the veins in my cock throbbing, the blood rushing to the tip, and I knew I was close. I tried to think of anything else, anything to take my mind off the overwhelming sensation of her hand on me.

Carrie leaned in. “You feel so good, Mark,” she whispered. “I love the way your cock feels in my hand. So warm and strong and hard.” Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel the pleasure building again, the tension in my balls almost unbearable.

“Carrie,” I warned, my voice a low growl. “I’m close. So close.” She looked up at me, her eyes locked onto mine, a naughty smile playing on her lips. She knew what she was doing to me, and she was enjoying every second of it.

She sped up her strokes slightly, her hand moving with a purpose, and I could feel the orgasm building, the pleasure coiling in my stomach. I tried to hold on, to make it last, but it was no use. The sensation was too intense, too overwhelming.

“Oh fuck, Carrie! I’m going to cum,” I cried out, my body tensing as the wave of pleasure crashed over me. I could feel my cock pulsing in her hand, and then, with a final, desperate clench of the sheets in my fists, I released. My body shuddered, my cock pulsing in Carrie's hand as the cum spurted out three times in rapid succession. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. I clenched up once more and managed to scream, "Oh fuck!" One final spurt shot out.

I lay there, my heart pounding, my body slick with sweat. I was full of shame, but I was also incredibly turned on. And I knew, from the wicked smile plastered on my sister’s face, that she was as well.

Most of the cum landed on my legs or my stomach, but one drop landed on Carrie’s knee. She wiped it off with a finger, holding it up to look at it. “What does it taste like?” Carrie asked as she looked at the cum on her finger.

“I… I don’t know,” I stammered. “I’ve never tasted it before.”

She leaned forward and held the finger towards my face. “Open,” was all she said. I was stunned, but my mouth seemed to drop open on its own. Carrie pushed her finger into my mouth and I closed my lips around it, tasting semen for the first time. It was warm and slimy, but the taste wasn’t terrible. I mean, I wasn’t gagging or anything.

As she pulled her finger out of my mouth, Carrie scooted forward and leaned in to kiss me. Her lips were soft and warm, and she tasted sweet, this time like strawberries. The kiss was slow and deep, full of longing and desire. Her tongue darted into my mouth, exploring, teasing, making me want more.

I could feel my cock hardening again, starting to press against my stomach. I wanted her so much. I wanted to touch her, to feel her, to taste her. I wanted to make her feel as good as she was making me feel.

As our kiss deepened, Carrie's hand moved down my body, her fingers tracing a path of fire on my skin. She reached my cock and wrapped her hand around it, her touch firm and confident. She squeezed, her thumb stroking from base to tip as a little more cum oozed out between her fingers. She brought them up and wiped them across my lips, leaving a trail of the slimy stuff behind.

Then she leaned back in and started kissing me, first running her tongue across my lips and pushing it inside so we could share the taste. “Not bad,” she whispered. “Not bad at all. I should try a full load sometime.”  Her hand went back down to grip my shaft, which was almost completely engorged again.

Then, she pulled back from the kiss, her eyes locked on mine. "From now on, you're not allowed to jerk off or come without me being there," she said, her voice low and serious. "Otherwise, I will cut you off forever. This is my cock now; do you understand me?" She squeezed her hand as she finished, causing me to gasp.

I lay there and stared at her, my heart pounding in my chest. I could see the determination in her eyes, the desire. And I knew, with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, that I would do anything she asked.

Finally, after a few moments, I nodded as I looked her in the eyes and said, “Yes.” She gave me one of her dazzling smiles then leaned in again to give me a quick kiss on the lips. At the same time, she moved her hand down to squeeze my ballsack, making me gasp again.

“You’re a very good boy, Mark,” she whispered as my groin jerked from her words and the attention she was giving it. Then she slid off the bed and stood beside it. I watched as she pulled her top back on, disappointed that I could no longer see her tits. She blew me a kiss as she turned and exited the room, leaving me laying there with a raging hard-on.

As the door clicked shut behind Carrie, I was alone with my thoughts. My heart was still pounding, my cock still hard, and I couldn't help but replay the events of the last few minutes in my head. The kiss, the touch, the words... it was all so overwhelming, so intense. The only thing I knew for sure was that I was now belonged to my sister, with whatever consequences that would have in the future.

Was I really willing to give up control her for the chance to play with her pussy? I only had to think about that for a moment before I knew that I definitely was. Who was I kidding? I'd let her control me if all I could do was play with her tits. That were damn near perfect.

But right now, I had a problem. My cock was throbbing with need. I wanted to jerk off, to relieve the tension, but I had promised Carrie that I wouldn't without her. I couldn't break that promise, not after what we had shared, not if it meant not doing stuff with her again.

So, with a sigh, I got up from the bed and headed towards the bathroom. Maybe a cold shower would help cool my desire, at least for now. I was incredibly turned on, but at the same time, I felt a sense of shame. I had let my sister jerk me off, and now I was promising not to do it without her. It was a confusing mix of emotions, but I knew one thing for sure. This was only the beginning.

 

Chapter Three – Just a Whiff

Needless to say, I had a very restless night of sleep. I tossed and turned and woke up several times from dreams of Carrie stroking my cock. Each time I woke up I had a raging hard-on, which in normal times I would have stroked until I gave myself some relief. I didn’t though, even though Carrie would have never known. I think some part of me knew it would be better to wait. Better to see what my dominant little sister chose to do with my erections.

It was Saturday morning so I had intended to sleep late. Instead, I was startled as I rolled over to face the edge of the bed and bumped into someone sitting there. I propped myself up to see that it was my sister, and she had a wicked smile on her face.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Uh… good morning,” I said with a cautious tone as I pushed myself up to lean back against the headboard.

“Did you sleep well, big brother?” she asked as she reached out to stroke my thigh over the covers.

“Well, to be honest, no,” I said. “I kept dreaming about you then waking up.”

“You didn’t play with my cock without permission, did you?” she asked with a concerned look on her face.

“No,” I said, a little too quick. I was kind of disturbed hearing her use words like 'cock', but kind of turned on as well. My morning wood was getting even bigger under the covers. Carrie looked like she was only wearing her usual panties and a crop top, so that wasn’t helping either.

She saw me looking and smirked, then spread her knees wider and reached down to frame the part of her panties over her mound with both hands, pushing it out a bit. “Do you like my little kitty?” she asked in a sweet little girl’s voice.

I stared at the Hello Kitty that was directly over her slit, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips as imagined what it would be like to push that little cat out of the way and run my tongue up and down her sweet little pussy. I could feel my cock pushing out of the top of my boxer briefs.

With a smirk, she reached out and grabbed the covers over my torso and began to ease them down towards my feet. “I better check out the merchandise, just to be sure it’s okay,” she said.

“Carrie!” I hissed, pushing down on the fabric to either side of my legs with my hands to stop her. “Mom or Dad could come in.”

“Mom and Dad, as you like to call them, left early this morning and won’t be back home until tomorrow night. They left a note on the kitchen table. Now, move your hands, Mark.”

I stared at her for a moment, then lifted my hands. She laughed and started pulling again, which soon exposed my boxers underneath. The entire purple, engorged tip was sticking out of the elastic waistband, and there was a very obvious tent sticking up below it. I covered it with my hands as I felt my face begin to blush.

“Nyuh-uh,” said Carrie. “Hands off my cock, Mark. I already told you not to touch it without my permission.”

I sighed by blowing air out through my lips, and I’m sure my blush got even deeper, but I moved my hands off my erection. I put them down by my hips again and stared straight ahead, wondering how she would embarrass me next.

"How am I supposed to pee, then?" I asked with some frustration.

"Well... I suppose I can let you pee without asking for permission. As long as you keep acting like a good boy, of course."

"Such a brat," I muttered.

“Hmmm,” she said, putting her finger up to her chin and exaggerating looking at my crotch. “It’s kind of hard to see it all with that underwear on. Take those off.”

“What? Are you serious?” I asked.

“Very,” was all she said and tilted her head as she stared at me, challenging me to refuse her.

I sighed again and reached down to slide my boxers off my hips and down my legs. As I pulled my feet up to take them off completely, Carrie grabbed them and threw them off somewhere to the side. Since that was all I had on while I slept, I was now sitting on the bed completely naked.

“You know what?” she asked with another devious smile. “I don’t like it being covered up like that when I come in here, so no more underwear while you’re sleeping. Got that big brother?”

“Yes,” I answered, sulking a little.

“Where are your manners, Mark? You were raised better than that.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied. My cock jumped a little as I said it, which Carrie didn’t fail to notice.

“See, everyone is happier when you do as you’re told.” As she spoke, she put her hand out and brushed my knee with her palm, making me jump a little.

“Shhh. It’s okay, big brother,” she whispered. She moved her hand up my thigh, causing my already straining prick to somehow get even harder. My scrotum clenched up tighter as well. The anticipation was killing me, and I’m not sure I had ever had so much blood rush into the tip as there was right now. It looked like a giant purple mushroom, and the slit was open just a bit with drop of liquid oozing out.

Carrie scooted up closer to me on the bed, her body pressing against my thigh as she leaned in. I could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her skin, and it sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. Her left hand began to explore, starting at my knee and slowly trailing up my leg. The touch was light, her fingers and palm barely brushing against me, but it was enough to make me shiver. She took her time, teasing me, her touch feather-light as she moved up my thigh, brushing against the hair. It made my breath hitch in my throat, and sent electric shocks of pleasure through my body.

As her left hand skipped over my groin, I let out a soft groan, already aching for her touch. She continued exploring, her hand moving across my abs, which tensed under her touch. I could feel the cool air on my skin where she had touched, the contrast to her warm hand making me even more sensitive. Then, finally, her fingers wrapped around the base of my cock, squeezing with a firm grip. "Oh my God…" I breathed, the sensation of her hand on me almost too much to bear. I could feel every vein, every ridge, her touch firm yet gentle, and it sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.

At the same time, her right hand began its own journey, mirroring the left, brushing up my other thigh. I could feel small callouses on her fingers, a testament to her tennis playing, and the slight roughness only added to the sensation. As her right hand reached the top of my thigh, she extended her pointer finger, touching the very tip of my cock. I jumped slightly at the contact, the sensation of her finger on the sensitive head almost too intense. Holding my throbbing member steady with her left hand, she used her right to gather up the small drop of pre-cum that had formed at the tip.

She held her finger closer to her face, studying it for a moment, her grip on me never wavering. Staring into my eyes, she stuck out her tongue and slowly licked the tip of her finger, her eyes never leaving mine. Then she closed her lips around her finger, nursing on it, tasting me. I could feel the pleasure building in my stomach, my body tensing as a wave of intense pleasure rushed through me. I flexed my hips upwards, making my cock move through her hand. My breath came in ragged gasps as I tried to hold on, to make the sensation last.

“Oh fuck, Carrie,” I gasped. My fists gripped the sheet below me, and I felt like I might blow my load right then and there. My mind filled with thoughts of her stroking me again, making me cum on her leg again like last night.

Instead, she kept the grip on the base of my shaft and said, “Lay flat again.” I scooched my body down the bed and lay my head flat on my pillow. Then she stood up and put a knee up on the bed, proceeding to straddle my thighs. I could see now that she had on white panties with a little red bow on the waistline. The white material gripped her mound, and it was all right there, right past my straining prick. Everything I dreamt about was right there, hidden beneath that thin layer of fabric. My mind raced with thoughts of what I could do to her, and how I could make her feel as good as she was making me feel.

She let go of my cock and reached up with crossed hands to grab the crop top and pull it up and over her head. Then she reached down to grip the base of my boner again, while she grabbed my ballsack with the other.

“Fuck! Fuck, Carrie!” I cried out as she squeezed my balls inside their sack. They were sensitive, and I was not used to them being handled like that, even though she wasn’t squeezing that hard. I looked up to see her smirk, then she let go of my package and slid further up until she was sitting on my stomach.

“I want to see if you know how to behave, big brother,” she said as she looked down at my face. “If you do as you’re told, then I will reward you. If you don’t behave then I’m going to cut you off for a week. Do you understand?”

I nodded and said, “Yes, ma’am.”

“So be very still and don’t move a muscle. Don’t say anything. Don’t do anything. Be a good boy for me, Mark. Nod once if you understand.”

I nodded, then swallowed in anticipation, having no idea what was about to happen.

“Arms at your side with your palms flat. Remember, no talking or moving.”

I put my arms down my side and my palms flat on the bed, right next to my hips. Carrie smiled then slid further up, until her knees were on either side of my head and her panties were hovering right over my face. I saw her reach to grip the backboard of my bed with both hands, using it to let her hover exactly where she wanted.

“Do you like my little pussy, Mark?” she asked in a sweet voice. “I bet you wish you could taste it, don’t you? Stick your tongue in and swirl it all around?”

Carrie's voice was like a sweet melody, her words sending shivers down my spine. I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, could smell her arousal, and it was intoxicating. The scent was a heady mix of musk and the lingering traces of her body wash, a scent that was uniquely hers. It made my mouth water and my cock throb like a bass drum.

I nodded, unable to speak, my senses overwhelmed by the scent of her arousal. It was a scent that was driving me crazy, a scent that was making me want her more than ever.

She laughed, a soft, sultry sound. "You're such a good boy, Mark," she said, her voice low and husky. "But you have to earn it. You have to prove that you can behave."

With that, she slowly lowered herself a little more, her panties brushing against my nose as she stared down at my face. It was a barely there touch, a tease that was driving me insane. I could feel the dampness of her arousal, could smell her musky scent, and it was driving me crazy. I wanted to touch her, to taste her, but I knew I couldn't. I had to behave.

"Take a big whiff," she ordered, her voice full of desire. "Breath it in, big brother. Do you like the smell of my pussy? Do you want to use your tongue to do disgusting, perverted things to your little sister's pussy?"

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. I did like it. I loved it. I loved the anticipation, the tension, the thrill of not knowing what was going to happen next.

She smiled wickedly, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. "Good boy," she purred. "But I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you beg for it."

She ground her pussy against my nose, the damp fabric of her panties leaving a slight sheen on my skin. "Tell me, Mark," she whispered, her voice a low, seductive purr. "Tell me what you want to do to me. Use your words, big brother. Let me hear that dirty mouth of yours."

I took a deep breath, the scent of her arousal filling my lungs, making me dizzy with desire. "I want to taste you, Carrie," I managed to say, my voice hoarse with need. "I want to rip off your panties and bury my face in your pussy. I want to lick you, to suck on your clit, to feel you grind against my tongue."

She moaned, a soft, needy sound that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock. "That's it, Mark," she encouraged, her hips moving in a slow, sensual grind against my face. "Tell me more. Tell me all the dirty things you want to do to me."

I could feel the wetness of her arousal through the thin fabric of her panties, could see the dark stain spreading as she ground against me. "I want to fuck you with my tongue," I said, my voice gaining confidence as I saw the effect my words were having on her. "I want to feel you come in my mouth, to taste your cream as it coats my tongue and drains down my throat."

She threw her head back, a low moan escaping her lips as she continued to grind against me. "Yes, Mark," she panted. "That's what I want. I want you to eat my pussy like a starving man. I want you to make me come so hard that I see fireworks."

I could feel my cock leaking pre-cum, the tip throbbing with need as I listened to her dirty talk. I wanted nothing more than to reach up and tear off her panties, to plunge my tongue into her wet, waiting pussy. But I knew I had to wait, had to behave, had to earn it.

"Please, Carrie," I begged, my voice a low, desperate growl. "Please let me taste you. Please let me make you come."

She looked down at me, her eyes dark with desire, her cheeks flushed with arousal. She smiled, a slow, sexy smile that promised pleasure beyond my wildest dreams. "Not yet, big brother," she said, her voice a low, husky whisper. "First, you have to prove that you can be a good boy. That you can follow my rules. That you can take my teasing and not give in to your urges."

With that, she lifted her hips slightly, denying me the pressure of her pussy against my face. I whimpered in protest, my body aching with need. She laughed, a soft, sultry sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Patience, Mark," she said, her voice a low, seductive purr. "All good things come to those who wait. And I promise you, big brother, it will be worth the wait."

She leaned over until she was on one knee then pivoted around to face the other way, still straddling my head. Her panties were still very close to my face, and she leaned forward and took my cock in one hand while she grabbed a handful of my pubes with the other.

“You can smell all you want, big brother, but your face better not touch my pussy. If it does, then I’ll stop and you will have to suffer for a week. Are you ready?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, my voice muffled by her thighs surrounding my face.

Carrie’s fingers tightened around my cock, her grip slick with the precum already leaking from me. “You’re dripping like a fucking faucet, Mark.” Her thighs pressed against the sides of my head, her soaked panties hovering an inch above my nose. The aroma of her arousal was thick—musky and primal, cut through with that faint citrus tang from her body wash. It seeped into my lungs, making my head spin.

“Go on, breathe,” she said, her hand jerking me faster. “Get your nose right up there. Smell how fucking wet your sister’s pussy is for you.” I obeyed, inhaling deeply, the heat of her radiating through the damp fabric. Her cunt was so close I could practically taste it, but I didn’t dare move. Not when her other hand was fisted in my pubic hair, yanking hard every time my cock twitched toward her.

She worked my cock ruthlessly, her thumb swiping over my swollen tip every few upstrokes. “You’re gonna beg to cum soon, aren’t you?” Her voice dripped with mock sympathy. “Look at you… the tip of your prick is as purple as a fucking eggplant. I bet your balls are so tight I could crack them like eggs.” My hips bucked involuntarily, and she slapped my thigh, sharp enough to sting. “Be still, or I’ll stop and leave you hard for days.”

The threat alone made me throb. I gritted my teeth, sweat dripping down my neck as she dragged it out. Every time my breathing hitched, every time my thighs trembled, she’d slow to a torturous crawl, her free hand yanking on my pubes until I hissed. “Not yet,” she’d purr, grinding her hips just close enough to let a fresh wave of her scent punch into my nostrils. “You don’t get to lose it until I decide,” she said with an evil chuckle.

With that, she stopped stroking my cock and leaned back, twisting until her eyes could meet mine. “You can have one lick,” she said, her voice a low, husky whisper. “One slow lick, and that’s all. Do you understand?”

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as I anticipated the taste of her. She shifted her position, her knees moving further apart as she hovered just out of reach. “Go ahead, Mark,” she said, her voice a low, seductive purr. “Take your one lick. You better savor it.”

I leaned up, my tongue extending as I ever so slowly dragged it across her panty-covered slit, right down the middle of that damn Hello Kitty that was guarding the treasure I wanted. The flavor exploded on my tongue, a heady mix of her arousal and the fabric of her panties. It was overwhelming, and I wanted more, but I knew I had to behave. I pulled back, my tongue retreating as I looked up at her, awaiting her next command.

She smiled, a satisfied, sexy smile. “Such a good boy, Mark,” she said, her voice filled with praise. “Now... let’s see if you can earn that release.” She started working my cock ruthlessly, her hand moving in a blur, up and down, her grip loose but sure. "Cum for me, Mark," she yelled, her voice a commanding shout. "Cum like the good boy you are! Let me see that hot load!" Her words spurred me on, my hips bucking wildly as I chased my release, my body coated in sweat, my muscles tensed and trembling.

When she finally let me tip over the edge, it was with a sly laugh. “There it is!” she crowed as I erupted, ropes of cum splattering my stomach, my thighs, even catching the edge of her wrist. I jerked and cursed, my vision whiting out, but she didn’t stop milking me until I was dry and shaking.

“What a mess,” she muttered, pulling away to kneel beside me. Her fingers skimmed through the mess on my stomach, scooping up a glistening handful. “Clean it up, big brother.” She shoved her sticky fingers into my mouth, and I gagged at the bitter-salty taste, her thumb pressing down on my tongue. “Swallow… every drop.”

I did, my face burning, my cock still twitching pathetically as she wiped the last of it on my lips. “Good boys don’t waste a drop. You’re learning, aren’t you?”

Finally, she squeezed my shaft from the bottom to the top like it was tube of toothpaste. She patiently worked to get that last drop out, swiping the final glistening bead across her lips. She leaned in to start kissing me, her bare breasts dragging across my chest, and I bit back a groan. My hands twitched at my sides. Oh God, I wanted to grab her, to pinch her nipples until she gasped, but I stayed frozen. “Good boys wait for permission,” I could hear her voice say in my mind.

Carrie broke the kiss slowly, her lips lingering just inches from mine as her thumb traced the edge of my jaw. “Such a good kisser,” she murmured, her smirk sharpening. “Now,” she patted my cheek twice, the condescension playful but deliberate, “time to earn your keep and make me breakfast.”

She slid off the bed, her bare breasts catching the morning light as she yanked me upright by my wrist. Her grip shifted to my half-hard cock, leading me toward the kitchen with it like a leash. “Bacon. Eggs. Toast. Don’t fuck it up,” she said, her tone sweetened with faux innocence. “I’m so hungry.”

Her palm cracked against my ass, not hard enough to sting, but sharp enough to make me jump. “Eyes forward, chef,” Carrie ordered, nodding toward the refrigerator. I turned, despite myself, to gape at her. Backlit by the morning sun, she stood there in nothing but those white panties, the red bow at her waist a taunting exclamation point. My throat went dry. Christ, she was gorgeous, all smooth skin and soft edges, her smirk daring me to protest.

I swallowed hard and yanked open the fridge, the cold air doing nothing to cool the heat crawling up my neck. Eggs, bacon, butter… Focus, idiot. Behind me, I heard her hop onto the counter, legs swinging. “Don’t forget the orange juice,” she said, too sweetly. “And crispy bacon. If you burn it, there will be consequences.”

I glanced back, unable to resist. She’d leaned back on her palms, her bare breasts lifted, her gaze heavy-lidded and amused. “Problem, Mark?”

“No, ma’am,” I lied, turning quickly to hide my grin. Brat or not, I’d cook her a five-star meal if it meant she’d keep looking at me like that, like I was hers to break and rebuild, bite by bite.

The bacon sizzled as she hummed off-key behind me, her toes brushing my calf. “Faster,” she said, not bothering to hide her laugh. “I’m starving… and breakfast is not the only thing I may want to devour today.”

I plated the food and set it down on the kitchen table, then turned to face her, raising an eyebrow. "Your breakfast, madam." She grinned, scooting her chair closer to mine. Her eyes never leaving mine as she reached out and took my cock in her left hand, stroking it gently as she began to eat with her right. "Mmm, this is delicious, Mark," she said, her voice a low purr. "You're a good cook, and you taste even better." She took a bite of toast, chewing slowly, her hand never stopping its slow, torturous stroke. "I could get used to this," she murmured, her eyes half-closed in pleasure.

After she finished her meal, she stood up, still holding my cock, and led me toward the laundry room. "I have some chores to do," she said, her voice bright and cheerful. "And I want you with me every step of the way." She had me hop up on the dryer while she filled the washing machine.

"Keep yourself hard, but don't you dare cum," she said as she grabbed more dirty clothes to shove inside the machine. I sat there and stroked myself while she finished.

She started the washing machine, then came over and grabbed my cock, giving it a playful squeeze. "You know, I've never watched a man pee before," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I wonder if it's as satisfying as when a woman goes?" She led me to the bathroom, her grip tight and possessive. "Let's find out, shall we?"

She opened the toilet lid, keeping her grip on my cock, and pulled me to stand in front of it. "Now, let's see that magic trick," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I've seen a penis before... well, I've seen your penis before, but never one that could pee on command. This should be fun." She held my shaft, her touch light and teasing, as I struggled to relax and go.

“I need to bend over,” I said. “It’s too hard.”

"Okay, Mark," she coaxed, her voice a low purr. "Go ahead and bend over. Don't be shy. I want to see that hot stream." She leaned in, her breath hot on my ear. "And if you're a really good boy, I'll think about letting you cum again later."

It was awkward, but I bent over enough to point the tip towards the bowl, then I finally managed to start, the relief immediate and intense. Carrie's eyes widened, her grip tightening as she watched the stream hit the water. "Oh my god, that's so fucking hot," she murmured, her voice filled with awe. "The way it pulses, the way the little slit opens and closes... I could get off on this alone." She stroked me gently, her touch sending shivers down my spine. "You're such a good boy, Mark," she said, her voice filled with pride. "Should I shake it now?"

After everything that had gone on since I woke up, that's what made me start blushing. "You are such a brat," I muttered.

When I finished, she gave my ass a playful smack. "Good boy," she said, her voice a low purr. "Now, let's go do some more chores." She led me back to the laundry room, her hand never leaving my cock, her touch a constant, comforting presence. "Your cock is mine, Mark," she said, her voice a low growl. "Every inch of it. And I want to explore every single inch."

She gathered up the laundry and had me carry the basket back into the living room. She pulled the coffee table up to the couch so she could fold on it. After she got settled, she ordered me to sit next to her so she could easily reach over and give my junk a squeeze or a stroke.

"You know, I've always found folding laundry to be oddly satisfying," she said, her voice musing. "There's something about the precision, the order... it's oddly sexy." She turned to me, a wicked grin on her face. "Almost as sexy as your cock in my hand." She gave me a playful squeeze, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I don't understand, Carrie," I said as I watched her look through the basket for matching socks. "You said you're a virgin but you know more about sex than I do. Have you been watching a lot of porn or something?"

She smiled at me and started rolling two socks together. "You know I like to read more than watching videos. One of my friends found a book all about the penis, and I read it."

Just then I heard her phone beep, and she picked it up to look at it. She smiled and typed something back before she set it down.

"That was Lisa. We're going to go to the mall for a while. You can drop me off and I'll get an Uber back."

"Such a brat," I muttered as I got off the couch to go put some clothes on.

 

Chapter Four - Sunday

Sunday morning, I woke up with a start, my body already tense with arousal. The room was softly lit with warm light filtering through the curtains. As my eyes adjusted, I realized my uncovered, naked body lay exposed to the cool air. I also realized my cock, already rock-hard, had a hand wrapped around it… a hand that was not mine.

Carrie was sitting next to me, her hand stroking up and down the length of my shaft. She was also completely naked. Her touch was firm yet delicate, sending shivers down my spine. I let out a soft moan as my hips bucked up into her hand. Carrie looked at me, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

"Good morning, big brother," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper. "Did you sleep well?"

I could only nod, my breath already coming in short, ragged gasps as she continued to stroke me. I looked down at her hand, watching as her fingers wrapped around my shaft, her grip firm yet gentle. Her thumb brushed over the sensitive tip, and I sucked in a sharp breath, my hips jerking. Pre-cum beaded at the slit, and to my shock, Carrie leaned down and flicked her tongue out, licking it off. I had never felt anything like it. The wet heat and softness of her tongue sent electric shocks through my body, making my cock jump and pulse in her hand.

"Mmm, not bad at all," she murmured, her eyes never leaving mine, a wicked glint in them. "But I want more than a taste." She swirled her tongue around the tip once more, then pulled it back, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "I want to feel you... I want to feel all of you, but not like this." She squeezed my cock, then stroked it a few times to emphasize her point. "I can't wait to ride you, Mark. I want to feel that big, hard cock up inside me, filling me up."

My cock twitched in her hand, growing even harder, if that was possible. The blood was pounding through it so intensely that it felt like it was going to burst. The vein along the underside pulsed, and I was sure that if she kept touching me like that, I would lose it. The sensation of her hand on me, her words in my ear, it was all so fucking hot. I never knew that anticipation could be so torturously pleasurable.

“This is it,” I thought. “She’s finally going to let me fuck her!” I was so sure of it that I was about to blow a load right then and there. With supreme self-control, I managed to not cum, but the effort made a shiver run down my body from my head to my toes.

“First, though, it’s time for you to pleasure me, big brother.” She stopped stroking me, and I let out a whimper of protest. Carrie chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a jolt of desire through me. She climbed up fully on the bed, straddling my hips. Her bare pussy pressed down against my cock, making it lay flat against my lower belly. I could feel her heat, her wetness, and it drove me wild. She began to grind against me, her hips moving in a slow, teasing rhythm. My hands clenched the sheets, my knuckles white as I fought the urge to grab her, to take control.

"Carrie," I gasped, my voice hoarse with need. "Please..."

She leaned down, her breath hot on my ear. "Please what, big brother? What do you need?"

"I want to cum," I admitted, my face flushing with embarrassment. "I want to feel you..."

Carrie sat up, a triumphant smile on her face. "Not yet," she said, her voice firm. "I’m going to keep playing with you first. Playing with my cock... getting to know it better."

She slid her slick, warm pussy up my body, leaving a trail of her cream along my belly, using it like she was marking me as hers. My cock ached, throbbing with need as she straddled my chest. Her knees were digging into my sides as she hovered her beautiful pussy just above my face. I could feel her heat, her wetness, and it drove me wild. She was so close that I could smell her musky, unique scent.

I looked up at her, my eyes locked on her pussy. It was bare, except for a trimmed patch of pubic hair above it. I could see how wet she was, her slit glistening with arousal. The sight and scent of her were overwhelming, making my mouth water with anticipation. I had been thinking about this since little sis got her tits years ago at puberty. How could you possibly live for years with a girl that hot and not think about it?

As my mouth watered, Carried reached down and gently spread her inner lips with two fingers, revealing an incredibly erotic sight. Her inner lips, so thin and delicate, were a deep, rich shade of brown. As I watched, she folded them back against her outer lips like the delicate wings of a butterfly. This exposed the most perfect, pink passage I had ever seen. The contrast was stunning. A dark frame around a bright, glistening center, all of it dripping with her arousal. It was a sight that seared itself into my memory, making my cock twitch and my heart race with anticipation. I knew that I was about to taste something that would change me forever.

"Lick my pussy," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Make me cum, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you cum too."

“Yes, ma’am,” was all I could say. My heart pounded in my chest as I lifted my head, my tongue flicking out to taste her. She was sweet, musky, and incredibly addictive. I began to lick her in earnest, my tongue exploring every fold, every crevice. I nibbled gently on her inner lips, pulling them slightly with my teeth, loving the way they felt in my mouth. Carrie moaned, her cunt grinding against my face as she took from me the pleasure that she wanted.

"That's it," she panted, her voice breathless. "Eat my pussy like a good boy. You like that, don't you? You like tasting your sister's cream."

Her words spurred me on, and I redoubled my efforts, my tongue delving deeper, my suction stronger. I could taste her arousal, her cream coating my face, and it was the best thing I had ever tasted. I lapped it up, wanting more, needing more.

"Oh fuck, Mark," she moaned. "You're such a good little pussy licker. You love eating my pussy, don't you? You love pushing that tongue deep inside my cunt."

I moaned in response, my tongue working furiously as I brought her to the brink. I could feel her getting closer, her body tensing, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Don't stop," she ordered, her voice a desperate plea. "Keep going, Mark. I'm so close. I'm going to cum all over your face. I'm going to drown you in my cream."

Her juices flowed freely, and I could feel her wetness coating my face, driving me wild. I wanted to make her cum more than anything. I intensified my efforts, my tongue working furiously as I brought her to the brink. I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked on it hard while I lashed it with my tongue.

"Oh, my fucking god, Mark!" she cried out, her body convulsing as she came. Her thighs clenched hard around my head, squeezing me as she rode out her orgasm. I could feel her cream filling my mouth, running out the side down my cheeks, and I lapped it up, loving every second of it.

I continued to lick and suck gently as she came down from her high, her body shaking with the aftermath of her pleasure. She looked down at me, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Good boy," she whispered, her voice soft and gentle. "You did so well. That was the best orgasm I've ever had."

She slid off me, her body pressing against mine as she lay beside me, her head on my chest. I could feel her heart beating, her breath slowing as she came down from her orgasm. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, my cock still hard and aching with need. She idly played with my chest hair, her fingers gently tugging and twisting, sending shivers down my spine. Her touch was feather-light as she traced patterns on my skin. Her nails scraped against my nipples, making them harden, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my cock. She continued her exploration, her fingers dancing down my stomach, dipping into my belly button, and then back up again, teasing and torturing me with her touch.

I lay there, my body on fire, my cock aching with need, as she took her time, enjoying the feel of my body under her fingers. It was pure torture, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I loved feeling her touch, her exploration of my body, and I knew that she was enjoying it as much as I was.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally looked up at me, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Not yet, big brother," she said, her voice firm. "We have all day. I want to play some more." Then she kissed me on the cheek and rolled over me, sliding off the bed to stand next to me. She gave me a smirk and reached out to grab my cock with her hand, squeezing it tight near the base.

“Time for you to scrub me clean in the shower, big brother,” she said as she pulled me off the bed and led me down the hall towards the master bathroom. She didn’t let go of my aching prick until she had started the shower and pulled me into the stall, making me stand under the cold water until it warmed up.

She grinned at me as she bit her lower lip. “You love it. Now, grab the soap and wash me from head to toe. Make sure you take your time, especially on the good parts. I want to feel your hands all over me.”

I nodded, the tip of my cock thrusting against my belly with anticipation as I lathered up my hands with soap. She turned around, presenting her back to me, and I started at her shoulders, massaging the soap into her skin, feeling her muscles relax under my touch. I moved down her back, taking my time, exploring every curve, every inch of her smooth skin. When I reached her ass, I took a moment to admire it, firm and round, before I started to wash it, my hands squeezing and kneading her cheeks.

“Mmm, that feels good,” she moaned, pushing her ass back into my hands. I spent what felt like an eternity washing her ass, my cock aching the whole time, leaking pre-cum that mixed with the water running down my body.

“Now my front,” she ordered, turning around to face me. I started at her neck, soaping it up, then moved down to her collarbone, her shoulders, and finally, her tits. I took my time, washing them thoroughly, my hands squeezing and kneading, my thumbs brushing over her hard nipples, making her gasp. I could feel her body responding to my touch, her breath coming in short gasps, her nipples hardening even more under my fingers.

“That’s it,” she panted. “Now, kneel, big brother.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I did as she asked, the tiles cold and hard against my knees.

As I knelt there, the water pounded on my back, and I started to wash her calves, then her thighs, moving upward, taking my time, building the anticipation.

“Don’t forget my pussy,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.

When I finally reached her pussy, I could see how aroused she was, her outer lips slightly red and puffy, the inner lips peeking out at me. I washed her gently, my fingers exploring her folds, her clit, making her moan and buck her hips against my hand.

 

 

She stepped forward and straddled my face, her pussy hovering just above my mouth. I could once again smell her intoxicating scent, and I could hardly wait to taste her again. She lowered herself down onto my mouth, and I started to lick and suck, my tongue delving deep into her pussy, tasting her cream, feeling her body respond to my touch. My hands reached around to grip both her firm ass cheeks, pulling her even tighter against me.

“Oh fuck, Mark,” she moaned, grinding her pussy down on my mouth. “You’re such a good boy. I’m going to cum again… you’re going to make me see stars.”

I redoubled my efforts, my tongue working furiously, my hands still tightly gripping her ass, pulling her onto my face, wanting more, needing more. I could feel her body tensing, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps, and I knew she was close.

“Don’t stop,” she ordered, her voice a desperate plea. “Keep going, Mark. I’m so close.”

I could her wetness coating my face, and it drove me wild. I wanted to make her cum more than anything, living only to please her. I intensified my efforts, my tongue working furiously as I brought her to the brink. I looked up to make eye contact with her, desperate to see that she was happy, that I was doing a good job. But her eyes were closed, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent moan. The sight of her like that, lost in pleasure because of me, spurred me on even more. She continued to take shorter and shorter gasps, and I knew she was right there… right on the edge.

"Cum for me, little sis," I murmured against her pussy, the vibrations of my voice adding to her pleasure. "Let me taste all you’ve got."

And with a final cry, she did. “Oh god, Mark!” she cried out. Her body convulsed, her pussy clenching around my tongue as she came undone. I could feel her juices flowing, tasting her essence as she rode out her orgasm, grinding against my face, using me to get every last ounce of pleasure from her body.

I continued to kiss all over her outer lips as she came down from her high, her body shaking with the aftermath of her pleasure. She looked down at me, a satisfied smile on her face as she wrapped her hands around the back of my head.

“I hope you enjoy eating my pussy, big brother. You're going to be doing it… a lot. Your job is to eat this pussy and make me come as much as I want. Got it?” she said, her voice firm and commanding, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

“Yes, Carrie,” I replied, my voice steady despite the storm of desire raging inside me, my face and chin still dripping with her juices. My tongue was actually feeling a little raw and tired, like I had used it too much.

Carrie grabbed a towel and quickly dried off, her eyes never leaving mine. She wrapped one around her body and another around her head, turban-style. With a smug smile, she turned to me and grabbed my cock, her hand squeezing tightly around the base. "Let's go, big brother," she said, leading me out of the bathroom towards the kitchen. "I'm hungry, and I want you to make me breakfast."

I followed her, my hard cock loving the feel of her hands gripped tight around it, eager to see what she had in store for me next. We both remained naked as she hopped up onto the kitchen counter, her legs dangling off the edge, watching me with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Get cooking, big brother," she commanded, a playful smile on her lips. "I want bacon, eggs, and toast. And make sure you clean up any mess you make."

I nodded, turning to the stove to start cooking. The bacon sizzled in the pan, the sound filling the kitchen as I worked, occasionally jumping when a spot of grease hit my skin. Carrie watched me the entire time, her eyes roaming over my body, a look of pure hunger on her face.

"Such a brat," I murmured, shaking my head with a smile as I flipped the bacon.

"You love it," she shot back, her voice teasing. "Now hurry up, I'm starving."

“Yes, ma’am.”

After what felt like an eternity, I finally finished cooking and plated our food, setting it on the counter next to her. She dug in, moaning in pleasure as she took her first bite. "Mmm, this is so good, Mark. You always know how to satisfy my cravings."

I smiled, happy to see her enjoying the meal I had prepared. We ate in comfortable silence, the only sounds in the kitchen the clinking of our forks and the occasional moan of pleasure from Carrie as she savored each bite.

Once we finished eating, Carrie hopped down from the counter and grabbed my cock again, leading me out of the kitchen and into the living room. "It's time to relax, big brother," she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Let's watch some TV."

She sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to her, indicating for me to sit. I did, and she immediately put her feet in my lap, a clear indication of what she wanted. I started to rub her feet, my strong hands working out the knots and tension, my thumbs pressing deeply into her arches, her heels, and the balls of her feet. She let out a satisfied sigh, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned back into the couch, melting into my touch.

"Mmm, that feels incredible, Mark," she purred, her voice husky with desire. "Your hands are pure magic."

I continued to rub her feet, taking my time, savoring the feel of her soft skin under my fingers. My groin pulsed with need, aching for release, but I knew better than to rush things. Carrie was in control, and she intended to make me earn my pleasure.

As I moved my hands up to her calves, kneading the muscles, she shifted slightly, parting her thighs enough to give me a teasing glimpse of her pussy. I could see how wet she was, her lips glistening with arousal, and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to reach out and touch her, to taste her, to make her cum.

But I knew that she wouldn't allow it, not yet. So, I continued to massage her legs, my hands moving higher, my fingers digging into her muscles, eliciting soft gasps and shivers from her. Every time I inched closer to her pussy, she would shift away, a playful smile on her lips, denying me the pleasure I so desperately craved.

"Carrie," I said, my voice a low growl, a plea for mercy. "You're driving me insane. I can't take much more of this."

She looked at me, a wicked smile playing on her lips, her eyes shining with mischief and desire. "Oh, but you can," she said, her voice firm and commanding. "And you will. I love seeing you like this, so desperate and needy. Fuck… it makes my pussy so wet."

With that, she shifted her position again, this time opening her thighs wider, giving me a full view of her glistening folds. I could smell her, that musky, heady scent that made my brain cloud up, and I had to fight the urge to pounce on her, spread her legs open wide, and take what I wanted.

But I knew that she wouldn't allow it, not until she was ready. So, I continued to rub her legs, my hands moving higher, my fingers digging into her muscles, making her body respond in ways that were almost too much to bear. Every time I got close to her pussy, she would stop me, a teasing laugh escaping her lips as she shifted away, denying me the pleasure I so desperately craved.

"Please, Carrie," I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. "I need to taste you again. I just want to make you cum."

She looked at me, a cruel smile on her lips, and shook her head. "Not yet, big brother," she said. "I want to draw this out, to make sure you earn it. So, keep rubbing, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you have what you want. But only if you're a good boy and do as you're told."

We laid around on the couch most of the afternoon, which Carrie spent torturing me with her beautiful naked body. The entire time, my lust for her ran wild and almost out of control. We cuddled under the blanket, or Carrie made me massage and rub her legs, back, and shoulders. She didn’t let me touch anything I wanted to, though. She also didn’t give me any relief for the longest erection I’d ever had in my life.

Finally, we heard a car pull down the driveway, and we both scrambled for our rooms to put some clothes on. Our parents were home, and it was time for dinner. We joined Mom in the kitchen, where she was already busy chopping vegetables and humming a tune. "Hey, Mom," Carrie said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "What can we do to help?"