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From: Oldman@thebeach.now (SandMan)
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Subject: (Repost)    Carrie........inc m/f
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       I am not a writer of any sort, so
don't expect too much from my first attempt
at this. If the premise for the story line is
too unlikely to have merit let me know...For
that matter if you have any other comments, I
would like to hear them as long as there
intelligent.




Carrie is a whimsical story of too kids who
find themselves and each other on a remote
desert ranch in some other time and some
other place.


[quote] 
       Loving for the sake of loving isn't
very profitable but it sure can be fun with
            the right person....

                            By an unknown dancer
                                in Reno Nv.
                                    1972




             "Carrie"

           By SandMan.



Chapter one   The Discovery

    She's laying on her back across the bed
this morning dressed only in her white satan
robe, that barely covered her slender young
thighs. It's fabric's like a light silk that 
clings and forms it self around every
possible inch of her young pubescent body,
leaving very little to the imagination.It
clung to every contour of her body that
gravity would allow. That's why she liked
it so much, it was sexy as hell and she knew
it. A fabric so smooth that it was hard to
keep her nubile body covered while she lay in
my bed as we talked through the night. Carrie
thought nothing of letting the sash of her
robe loosen so that  when she laid down
across the bed the robe would slip off of one
side or both when ever she moved. Then with
feigned embarrassment she would pull herself
together covering her beautiful little
breasts or her soft silk like pubic hairs
that barely concealed her vaginal lips from
my sight. It's a real challenge to get
through a day without even looking at her
beautiful body or caressing a rigid nipple
that peeked out from a loose garment.

     For the past four years Carrie has taken
to sleeping in bed with me. At first it
started out that she just wanted to snuggle
up and keep warm. So she would crawl into my
bed and fall asleep in my arms until the
mornings first light, when we had to get
ready for school. At first I thought it was
cute, and if it made her happy, then why not,
she should go for it.

     But that was the little girl in pig
tails and long flannel nightgowns. Nightgowns
that admittedly made her look much younger
than she actually was. This I think is the
main cause of one of my most difficult
problems.

     It all started one night several months
ago when she asked if she could have one of
my older under shirts.. I told her to go in
the top drawer and pick out which ever one
that she wanted. Well that's what she did..
But only after pulling her long flannel night
gown up and over her head and letting it drop
to the floor beside her. Standing there in
just her white cotton panties Carrie searched
through my drawer casually trying on shirt
after shirt.

     Mesmerized by the sight of my sister's
girlish body, the long thin gangly legs, a
slight hint of hips starting to develop under
those underpants, I was speechless... Then
unexpectedly she turned around to ask me
which shirt I preferred...The mere sight of
her beautiful small breasts just about
floored me.

     "When did all this happen Carrie..?" I
blurted out..

     "What..? Oh these" as she squeezes both
breasts in her hands trying to make them look
bigger than they really were. "This has been
happening over the past six months or so...
Are you going to try and tell me that you
haven't noticed.. geeze are you really blind
or what"

     "No.." I said as I cracked up at the
 concept of not noticing that she was
changing. From the cute little girl that
always needed my help with one thing or
another, to a women with all the right pieces
in all the right
places.
     "I never thought to look at you that
way... I always thought of you as my baby
sister. I'm sorry but it just never occurred
to me that your growing up too. So, I just
never thought to check."

     "Well, I wish you would have. I really
want to be noticed. To feel sexy and
attractive, But you don't even care. You just
see me as a frumpy little girl who loves the
hell out of you and wants to sleep in your
arms every night. Well... I want more, a lot
more. I want to be held by you and I want to
feel loved, not as your little sister but as
the woman that I am. I want to be held,
touched and kissed like I'm someone special
not just your baby sister..... And stop
laughing at me..."
    
     Then the tears came as she stomped out
of my room and back to hers.

     Going after her to try and console her
was the only thing I could think of, after
all I did hurt her feelings and worst of all
I laughed at her and poking fun at the
feelings that were very important to her. But
I was surprised to hear from her that she
felt that way, especially for me.
    
     "Carrie please...Let me in.. I know that
I shouldn't have laughed at you, I really
didn't mean it that way, you just surprised
the shit out of me......... I'm sorry, I just
didn't know.... Forgive me, please... You
know I love you too much to ever have
deliberately hurt you like this....... And
you've never been a frumpy little sister.

     "Really...? Not even a little bit..??
    
     "Well....only when you wanted to be,
just to bug me into doing something.."

     The definite click of the door latch
could be heard shortly before the weak tear
stained voice said "Come in....It's open"

     Laying there curled up in a fetal
position hugging a pillow like it was a life
 giving umbilical cord was a young girl that
only wanted to be noticed an loved for who
she is and what she will be, not what she was
in the past.

     "You know this means we'll have to start
buying you real grown up girl clothes, and I
won't be able to look at you as my baby
sister ever again...."

     "Never....?"

     "Well... maybe only when you want me to.
Now...get up and let me take a look at you
and see what you need first.."

     "Really..?" She chirped as she jumped up
and ran around her bed to stand right in
front of me naked to the eye but for the
white cotton panties that stretched around
her delicate hips.

     "Well first of all....These cotton
underpants are only for little girls.. We'll
have to get you some that are more
appropriate for the young lady that you
are.... And .. I think that a long flannel
night gown is a little too immature for
you...

     Now Let's see...Ohhh Yeah...Bib overalls
are definitely out, your much too beautiful
to be hidden away in those all the time...."

     Then with Carrie in tow I walked her
over to the full length mirror that hung on
the back of her door. Holding her hand
somewhat above her head I motioned her to
spin on my lead so that I could get a better
view of her beautiful little body. Then with
my hands on her hips I positioned her between
me an the mirror and looked at a girl that
was beaming with happiness and pride the she
was finally getting the recognition that she
was starving for.

     Twisting her to get a profile and then
back around facing the mirror I looked at her
with a wrinkled brow and in a slow thoughtful
voice said "You know, pretty soon we'll have
to get you a proper bra to hold these things
up". as I reached around a cupped each breast
in my palms and playfully bounced them a
couple of times. "No.. Come to think of it...
you just might need one right now...."

     Well this was the ultimate thrill for
Carrie, to be thought of as a woman from head
to toe. She jumped up wrapping her arms
around my neck and with all the excitement of
a twelve year old girl who has just been
turned into a twelve year old lady with those
few magic words that everybody needs "You are
special and you really count"....kissing me
excitedly she asked  "When can we go
shopping?"

     "That depends on if we want to drive or
fly..."













Chapter Two   The trips

     We live about a hundred miles from
nowhere and our choices are taking about a
three hour rout through the mountains to
Hamilton a small mining town that hasn't much
more than bib overalls and t-shirts and not
much of those either. Or waiting for a break
in the weather and flying a hundred miles to
the city where they have real stores in a
mall.

     The Plain was a little old and if we
babied it we could get another year or two
out of it.. But that's not what bothered me,
it's the weather. It can change before you
know it and if your flying over the mountains
at the wrong time it can get real dicey.

     Like the time Mom wanted me to fly her
into town for some medicine, I really didn't
want to do it but she made me, even though
the winter winds appeared to be early that
year. Flying against them takes a lot of fuel
almost more than the plane could carry with
two people on board, but with three of us, it
was sheer lunacy, and if she was sober and
not on those drugs she would have know it.
Besides almost being slammed into the side of
the mountain twice by down drafts we ran out
of fuel just after clearing the crest.
Gliding in wasn't the problem that was easy,
but ounce you've touched down your a long
walk from nowhere.

     With the both of them crying I had to
just concentrate on flying, and nothing else.
 Well we made it within five miles of the
airport and touched down on the smooth salt
bed that stood between Culver and the
mountains. Mom was really shaken by the whole
thing and never tried to force me to make the
trip again. Which was a good part of the
problem that Carrie and I lived with for
almost a year.

     Ever since Dad died Mom started taking
sleeping pills to get through the lonely
nights. Then she needed pills to wake up, and
on top of that she started to drink  pretty
heavily too. She said, "it's to feel good".
All of this stuff had to be resupplied, and
that meant flying in more often than I would
have liked.

     Also, there was no way Mom would ever
fly with the three of us on board at the same
time. Never again, after the last time. So I
would have to leave Carrie alone while I flew
Mom in, and then fly back to the ranch to sit
with Carrie and wait for Mom to call on the
radio to be picked up. Soon it started to be
the next day that she'd call, and then she
would ask if the weather was good enough to
make the trip. Then when the nights turned
into days and days turned into weeks. We just
stopped waiting for her call that never came,
and went on with our lives..

     Ounce a month Carrie and I would drive
the truck the twelve hours to Culver and get
supplies and stuff, pick up the mail and
deposit any dividend checks that might have
come in..

     When Dad died besides the life
insurance, he set up annuities for both
Carrie and myself that more than covered our
costs of living out on the ranch. Only Carrie
and I had access to our annuities and the
other account was for the dividends, that all
three of us could get if needed. So we never
had a real problem with money.
         
     Every month all the people in town would
ask how Mom was doing and I would just smile
and say "Ok" or "We're getting along just
fine Thank you". Since they rarely ever saw
her they probably wouldn't recognize her if
she was face to face with them at noon on a
bright sunny day. So I for one was the last
person in the world that would destroy the
belief that she's doing well back home. That
would make us abandoned and we would be
picked up by Social Services or something. I
would never let that happen to Carrie, she's
all I have left in this world that I can call
family.

     School was the easiest to handle because
it was by computer and satellite
communications. We never left home just
logged in Monday through Friday at 9:00 am
and followed the classes that we were taking
and log off when we finished. Cut and dried
and nobody to come snooping around getting
into things that are none of their business.
We just wanted to be left alone.




Chapter three  Choices


     It's been a long time since Carrie had
flown in to Culver, so without a doubt it was
fly... "When can we go...when can we go...
Tonight?? Please can we pretty please...."She
begged, with a wonderful new excitement in
her voice.

     "No... Not tonight...unless you can
figure out how to see mountain tops when it's
pitch black.....We'll leave at day brake and
spend the night. Maybe catch a movie or
something or just go out to dinner. How does
that sound..."

     It would be a gross understatement if I
said that Carrie was just sort of looking
forward to flying to Culver in the morning. A
team of wild horses couldn't bridle her
excitement. I told her she could get what
ever she wanted as long as she stayed within
a three hundred dollar limit...To this she
easily agreed, with neither of us knowing
just what we were getting into...

     It was 9:30 already so I suggested that
we get some sleep so we can be ready to leave
at dawn the next morning....Easier said than
done. Not five minutes after I laid down
Carrie comes bounding into my room carrying a
Penny's catalog and still just dressed in her
underwear. Wanting me to take a look at the
catalog with her...

     "Carrie sweetheart it's late and we'll
 have plenty of time tomorrow in flight to
look through the catalogs, so let's go to bed
and get some sleep....Ok..?"

     Well maybe I should have chosen my words
a little better and a little bit clearer as
to my intent....With a joyful and excited
voice she chirped back "Ok...." as she
dropped the book at the side of the bed and
crawled under the covers and snuggled into my
back.

     The feeling of her flesh against mine
was electrifying, exciting or what ever you
want to call it, and there would be no way
that I could ever get to sleep like this. So
I rolled over and propped myself on an elbow
while reaching over to turn on the small lamp
on the night stand.

     "Carrie dear we'll never get to sleep
like this" I said while looking down into her
big blue eyes.

     In the dim light I could clearly see her
sweet little body, and a face with an almost
dejected look in her eyes anticipating my
next words. How could I do that, after
building her up and making her feel like a
real woman. How could I send her off to bed
like a little girl. No that's not in the
cards tonight.

     "Carrie....I really do love you and'

     I was never allowed to finish before she
put her arms around my neck and pulled my
down and closer to her sweet lips. I wanted
to kiss her and she wanted to be kissed. That
fact was made perfectly clear as she
moistened her lips in anticipation. But where
would that get us? Another man might be able
to walk away or ignore her needs but I wasn't
that other man. So I finished by telling her
how beautiful she is and I still wanted to
cradle her in my arm's and hold her tight
even though she was no longer my little
sister in the long flannel nightgown....."But
we will still have to get a lot of sleep
tonight if she expects to fly out of here in
the morning.."

     With this she just melted into my arms
and I wondered why I went and did a thing
like that, getting her all excited and stuff.
I looked into her eyes trying to figure out a
way to reiterate our need to get some sleep.
when all hopes of restraint vanished. As I
 started to brush a few stray hairs from her
eye before kissing her good night. Carrie
took my hand and gently drew it to her lips,
softly kissing each finger at least twice
before placing my index finger well into her
mouth and sucked on it while her tongue
wrapping itself around the third knuckle
before withdrawing it. If that wasn't enough.
She then took my wet finger and tried draw or
write across her breasts, very lightly.
Defenseless I concede defeat and succumbed to
the passions at hand.

     The smell of her hair, the taste of her
lips, the feel of her fingers on my chest
were just the tip of the iceberg. Deep inside
both of us, a fire raged that would have to
consume us totally before it could be
requited. Almost instantly we sought to
remove the only clothes that each other had
on at the time, which wasn't much, a pair of
boxer shorts on me and the cotton panties on
her. Ritualistically we mauled each others
body with such passionate abandonment that
we're incapable of realizing who we are. We
feel not as brother and sister but the
primordial male and female that can only
survive by living off of the others love
and pleasures. Once the excitement of tearing
each others clothes off had passed and our
senses became accustom to each others body,
we sought to find ways of giving each other
the greatest amount of passionate pleasure
that could ever be tolerated before the total
collapse of the physical being.

     Carrie isn't a twelve year old sister on
the very edge of being a teenager, she's a
woman in miniature with all the sensitivities
and desires that women twice her age have.
Now at eighteen I finally know what it is to
love and be loved to the maximum. Spent of
all strength from multiple orgasms Carrie and
I lay in each others arms knowing that
neither one of us can ever be called a
novitiate, for both of us now know what it is
to have the ultimate experience that a loving
couple can have. To give of ones self to the
other solely for the mutual pleasures of the
orgasmic experience.

     For the next four days our bodies stayed
intertwined. Obsessed with each other we
never parted. We would exchange pleasures all
day long. Carries favorite was orally and I
would have to agree. After finding that
special spot I would relentlessly teas it
with my probing tongue until she couldn't
take any more and begged me to stop. Then I
moved up to her cute little breasts and toy
with them and watched as her nipples would
hardened and stand up like little hard-ohs to
be tasted and teased. My tongue found new
areas of her tender body to explore every
waking hour until she took me inside of her
body and milked me dry. Then we would reverse
roles, it was her turn to be the aggressor
and pleasurably torture me with her sweet
lips and that extraordinary tongue. What
both of us really enjoyed, was after we made
love Carrie loved to take all of me into her
little mouth to taste our combined fluids.

(To be continued.....Maybe)