I still remember the day they brought her home from the hospital. I was only five, and Mom told me I had a new baby sister. Of course, back then, that didn't mean much to me. I remember looking in at her through the bars of the crib. Little Carrie. God, even as a baby she was pretty.
When I hit 13, Carrie was eight. I was, of course, starting to look at girls in a different way at that age. But my gaze always returned to Carrie in the end. I just couldn't help it. Looking at her beautiful face, looking into her pretty eyes... It was just too much at times.
When I turned 17 and Carrie was 12, something happened. It may not have seemed like much of an event to everyone else, but it was a big one for me and my relationship with Carrie.
She was coming home from school when three eighth-graders came up to her and started messing with her. They pushed her around and tried to touch her in different places. I saw this and came running. I took one of the boys and yanked him off of her. He went flying and landed on the ground. I looked at the other two and said, "You leave her the hell alone," with fire blazing in my eyes. They ran off, followed closely by the third one.
In my moment of glory, Carrie looked at me as if I had just saved her life. I loved her so much at that moment. She came over to me, kissed me on the cheek, and said, "Thanks, John."
"Any time, Carrie," I said, and I really meant it. I would do anything for that girl. I watched her as she went into the house. Even though she was only 12, I knew I was starting to love her in more ways than one.
When Carrie turned eighteen, I really started to go crazy. When I was home from college, I would go around naked before and after showers, just to see if Carrie would notice anything. When I slept with any of the girlfriends I had, I was always fantasizing that it was Carrie there in bed with me, moving with me, moaning, coming with me. Everyone says that's sick, right? But with us, it was different. It was just... different.
I knew that she was finally old enough to legally have sex, but how could I possilby tell her how I felt? Or did she already have some idea? Did she even have some of the same feelings? I didn't know what to do. I was totally fixated on her, no doubt about that.
One night, I secretly followed Carrie after she left the house. She had been going out late almost every other night and I was curious to find out where it was she was always going. She stopped at what looked like an old abandoned building and went inside. I waited five minutes and then went in after her, carefully trying to stay hidden. When I looked around the corner, I saw a woman sitting at a small desk, under a dim lightbulb. Unable to hold back my curiosity, I approached the desk. She looked up at me.
"Hello there. You're a little early, but we've got two girls ready for you back there. Have anything special in mind tonight?" I gave a her confused look.
"I'm sorry, what is this place?" The woman gave me a suspicious look.
"How did you find us?"
"I just followed my-... followed Carrie here." The woman eased up a bit.
"Do you promise to keep what I tell you a secret? Believe me, you don't want to mess with us."
"Yeah, yeah I promise."
"Alright. Through that door we have some glory holes set up. We're equipped with special mirrors that allow you to see the girl without her being able to see you. We also offer an option of role-playing, if you're willing to pay a little extra." I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Wait a minute. You mean... you mean this is a sex house?"
"Yes, that's one way of putting it. But it's more than that, see? The girl in there never has to know who you are if you don't want her to. We offer you total anonymity; that's the key." Total anonymity. My heart started pounding in my chest when I began considering the possibilites. "So, will we be doing business tonight?"
"How much?"
"Would you like her to do anything special?"
"What do you mean?"
"You can write something down on a sheet of paper and we'll hand it to her. You can tell her to pretend to be a nurse, a teacher, or whatever little fantasy you might have. And that'll go only to her; we won't look at it." What an incredible place, I thought briefly.
"Uh, no, not right now."
"Alright then. That'll be $25. Go through that doorway, turn left, stick your thing through the hole, and enjoy," the woman said, smiling. I pulled out a twenty and a five and handed them to her.
"So is that Carrie on the left side then? I only want to see Carrie." She gave me an interested look.
"Have a special thing for her, do you? Alright, you'll want to turn to your right in that case."
I went through the doorway and down the hall, my heart beating wildly. My erection was pressing strongly against my pants in anticipation of what looked to be the biggest night of my life. I came to the first set of turns. The hallway went on with many different turns, but I took the first right. I came to an open room with a sink and a toilet off in one corner. The only light was coming through a window on the lefthand side. My heart skipped a beat. Was Carrie sitting right in there, waiting for me? I closed the door behind me and went into the room.
I stopped dead in my tracks when I looked through the window. Carrie was indeed on the other side of the glass. She was sitting naked on a small stool, reading a magazine. I stared in awe at my beautiful nude sister. Her breasts had grown in well, with nice red nipples. Carrie had her hair tied back in a cute ponytail. She sat with her legs crossed, so I couldn't see much more. My mouth was completely dry, and my heart felt ready to explode. I went and got some water out of the sink, splashed some on my face, and drank some down. Was I really going to do this? I looked over at Carrie again, who didn't even know I was in the room yet. Dear, sweet Carrie. Yes, I had to do it. It wasn't the best arrangement, but it was all I had.
I stood by the hole in the wall and knocked on the window. Carrie looked up at what was the mirror to her. "Hello," she said cheerfully. I was amazed at how well I could hear her. There must have been speakers somewhere. It was so strange being with her like that. I knew I would have to change my voice so she wouldn't recognize me.
"Hey," I said in a lower voice. Carrie giggled.
"Hmm, you sound like you don't want me to hear your real voice. Do I know you?"
