1. Those three little words: Kyle & Carmens story: part 4


    Date: 2/2/2015, Categories: Fiction, Drug, Exhibitionism, Incest, Non-consensual sex, Non-Erotic, Rape, Reluctance, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Violence, Young, Author: Hcarver52, Rating: 82.4, Source: sexstories.com

    minutes before I got thirsty and came in for some ice water. I opened the back door to hear muffled screaming coming from the other end of the house. I bolted through the door not caring to close it behind me, following the cries of agony to the front bathroom. I tried the handle but it was locked. I banged on the door recognizing Carole's voice. I heard the sound of running water. ~"Carole!!??" I shouted through the door. ~"Kyle!! Help me!! Oh god!" She cried out in pain. I rammed the door with my shoulder with no success. I backed up a few feet and took a running sprint towards the door. I jumped and planted a side kick right next to the doors handle. The door busted open cracking the the outer frame. The shower was running and shower stall door was shut. I hesitated for a second fearing what was on the other side. I opened the door to what appeared to be a scene from a horror movie. I didn't understand at first. All I saw was blood, and my stark naked screaming sister. Her legs were crumpled beneath her. A garbage bag taped around the cast. But she seemed to be hanging? Then I realized when I saw Her hands clenching her hair. Her hair had gotten caught in the shower caddy. She had slipped somehow, but was caught and hanging by the hair on her head. I stared in shock trying to figure out how to help her, trying to ignore the fact that my little sister completely nude in front of me. (I'm Not going into description on this one) ~"Kyle!!" She screamed again pleading for my ...
    help. I tried to put my arms around her to lift her up, but she was far to slippery from the shower soap and such. Her petite frame no more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. I must have tried several times with no success. ~"Forgive me." I told her knowing what I had to do was going to be awkward. I knelt down and placed my arm between her legs and under her groin. I reached around the back of her with my other arm and locked my fists together into a tight grip. I lifted her up off the ground with my arm in her crotch. I tried to get her on her feet but she wasn't able to stand. She kept crying out in fear and panic. I had to pin her naked body to the wall with my own while I worked frantically to unknot her hair from the caddy. Finally I got it loose! Her head no longer anchored to the caddy. I scooped her up in my arms. She was still crying but no where near as bad. I carefully maneuvered her out of the bathroom and carried her to her own bedroom. I gently set her down on her bed and found a towel to cover her nakedness. I was wondering and worrying where that blood had come from. ~"What the hell happened!?!?" I asked her still worked up from the commotion. "Mom told you not to shower by yourself!" Even through her whimpers I could sense her reluctance. ~"I thought I could do it without her." She sobbed. "I got my hair stuck in the caddy and when I tried to unknot it I knocked the razor off the caddy onto the floor, then I stepped on my razor." I looked down to see a gash in ...
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