Carla was pissed off, and it wasn't just her usual teenage hormonal pissed off mood, she was super pissed off. And, for one male, namely her brother, it wasn't looking too good for him.

She slammed the front door of the house behind her and stormed up the stairs three at a time (she was very athletic and had strong lean legs).

"Jonathan!" She screamed banging on his bedroom door with her fist.

Her brother knew this was a bad sign, she usually called him "John" or "Johnny", it was only when she was angry at him she called him by his full name. And he knew exactly why she was angry with him. Unfortunately, John was in the middle of an extremely nice masturbation session where, thinking his little sis wouldn't be home for another hour or so, he had been building up to a cum, then backing away, resulting in a serious case of blue balls.

Sighing, he pulled up his boxer shorts and opened his bedroom door before she knocked it down.

"Look, sis, I'm really sorry, but I can't let you do it," he said, his hands held high in surrender. "It's for the best, you can't join the cheerleading squad, Dad agrees with me."

This seemed to only make things worse though, and, if John had thought like a sixteen year old girl, whom his sister was, for one second he might have realised this. But, being a seventeen year old boy and nursing a serious hard on, he didn't have enough blood spare for his brain.

"So, Dad's in on this too then?!" She screamed in his face, her anger was close to boiling point. "You've both been planning on how to ruin MY ENTIRE LIFE?!" Carla tended to overreact occasionally and John panicked as he realised his mistake.

He wrapped his arms around her, hoping she'd calm down and whispered gently in her ear, "It's not like that and you know it. Those girls in the cheerleading squad get guys all over them all the time, their whores, Carla, and you're not like that. We're just trying to protect you."

Carla felt her anger seeping away as she realised her brother was right. Michelle Anders, the head cheerleader, was well-known in the school for having "loose legs" when it came to any guy with a hard cock.

She relaxed in his arms, "I suppose so, I just wanted to be popular that's all."

John began to rub her shoulders and back in an attempt to calm her down even more, he'd seen her get angry like this before and knew sometimes, like with an earthquake, there were aftershocks and she could lash out at him again. He really didn't want to be disturbed once she'd left him alone, he thought as he felt a dull ache in his balls.

Carla felt her brother rubbing her back and it felt ... nice. She leaned her front against his chest, supporting herself so she could enjoy the partial massage.

John felt his cock twitch as it hit something very warm, he pulled back to see what he'd hit and his eyes travelled down her body, admittedly quite slowly, and he couldn't help but admire her. Carla had long dark red hair that went nearly all the way down her back, chocolate coloured eyes (it was the only way he could describe them), pouty red lips she chewed on so sexily when she wasn't realising it, ample sized breasts (a good handful he guessed), a hand-span waist which spread out to gloriously curvy hips, and, as mentioned earlier, long, lean, well-tanned legs. Basically, she's my wet dream, he thought, then his brain jerked. He shouldn't be thinking about her like that.

Carla felt her brother gazing at her body and that familiar warm sensation crept into the pit of her stomach and she couldn't help eyeing her brother up. He had dark brown hair with one rebellious lock that escaped the comb every morning and fell over his left eye, dark green eyes, a strong jaw, well-muscled shoulders but a slim waist and hips, she would have noticed his, also, long, lean legs if she hadn't first seen the obvious bulge in the front of his boxers that was pressed against her pussy mound. It had somehow managed to creep under her short skirt.

John followed her gaze to his crotch and automatically covered it with both hands.

"Shit! Carla, I'm so so sorry, it's just you came home at a ... well, erm, bad time and ... Oh shit, I'm sorry," he blushed the colour of his sister's hair, if not darker.

Carla couldn't help but giggle and the thought of her brother masturbating excited something inside her, she began chewing on her lip but didn't stop when she realised, she wasn't stupid and she knew what it did to guys.

"So you're saying that's not for me," she pouted, and felt a thrill shoot through her breasts, causing her nipples to harden as she teased her brother.

His sister was only wearing a thin cotton shirt, a short skirt and tennis shoes, her mimic of the classic cheerleading outfit she was planning on wearing to the audition until the headmaster refused her access. John noticed her nipples poking through the shirt instantly and gulped.

"Well ... er, I don't ... umm, know..." he babbled on until Carla put her index finger to his lips and began slowly tracing them.

"I've thought about you a lot, Johnny," she whispered.

It was true, she didn't find any guys her own age attractive, but had noticed her brother in ways that were forbidden over the past couple of years as her hormones developed. More than once, she'd washed that special place between her legs very thoroughly in the shower while thinking about her brother.

John almost melted; he regularly jacked off thinking about his hot little sister. What normal guy wouldn't? She usually walked around the house in skimpy panties and a short top, sometimes just a slightly longer top that left next to nothing to the imagination. Whenever she was around, he didn't need Playboy or any other porn to help him fantasize.

"Really Carla? I mean, I know this is wrong..." Common Sense made a brief appearance. "We shouldn't, I'm sorry." He turned to leave.

Carla panicked, she grabbed her brother's arm, turning him back towards her and, without thinking, pressed her lips firmly against his.

Now, anyone looking at John's face at that moment would have burst out laughing, he had the typical deer in the headlights look on his face and was frozen rigid. Literally.

Carla, however, instantly felt heat rush from her lips to her pussy which began to dampen. Reflexes took over and she opened her mouth, touching her tongue against his lips.

John jumped at the touch of her tongue, but moaned anyway; he couldn't believe she was doing this! He'd dreamed of it so many times but never thought it would actually happen for real. He decided to take his chances and opened his mouth to accept her waiting tongue and sucked on it gently. Common Sense screamed a warning, but no one was listening in John's brain, Carla had very nice soft lips...

His sister's knees buckled as she felt waves of pleasure shoot from her tongue down to her nipples, then to her quickly moistening pussy. She kissed him back passionately and pushed her slim body against his muscled one, crushing her pelvis against his rock hard cock.

John pulled away again, Common Sense had ran off in a panic and dragged along his brother, Consideration.

"Carla? Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, if we carry on like this I don't think I can control myself." He stared deeply into her eyes, which were now almost black with lust. She was his virgin sister after all. He knew no guy had ever done anything more than kiss her on the lips, he'd made sure of that.

She stared back at him, just as deeply and licked her lips, Johnny groaned.

"I want you to fuck me, Johnny. Can I make that any clearer for you?" She said, pushing her pelvis against his cock again.

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, her brother picked her up in his arms as easily as if she were a bag of flour or sugar or ... something else that's light, and carried her into his bedroom. He threw her on the double bed and landed beside her only a split second later.

Common Sense and Consideration merely sighed and gave up as Lust strutted past them.

"See you later, losers! I'm gonna go get me some!" Cackled Lust as the brothers were helpless to stop him so just huffed and stuck their tongues out. Even these guys were sometimes childish.

He pulled at his sister's thin top and she raised her arms so he could pull it over her head. He gasped as he realised there was no bra and saw her breasts for the first time. They were the most perfect tits he'd seen in his life, he was right about the size, they'd fit into his hand perfectly. Topping these lovely mounds were puffy light pink aureoles and dark pink erect nipples.

"Do you like them, Johnny?" Carla asked him, she was nervous because he was just staring at them, wide-eyed and silent.

He answered her by sucking one of the nipples into his mouth while pinching and pulling the other. Carla felt burning heat spread from her nipples down to her pussy and nearly came from the feeling.

With his free hand, Johnny caressed her tight stomach and hips, revelling in the feeling of her smooth skin against his rough hands. He slid his hand under her skirt and panties and felt the patch of hair on her pussy as his fingers explored through it, searching for his sister's special place. He'd never had sex before, but he'd watched enough porn and had a good idea about how to make a woman cum.

Carla sucked in her breath as she felt her brother's hand travel down her abdomen and through her pussy hair. She arched her back and pushed herself against his hand. Suddenly, his fingertip hit her swollen clit and she nearly screamed from the pleasure. It felt so much better than when she rubbed herself in the shower or in bed at night if she couldn't sleep.

Johnny knew he had to be doing it right but he wanted to try something else. His hand and mouth left her breasts, but before she could complain he'd scooted down to the end of the bed, pulled down her skimpy white panties, pushed up her skirt and pressed his mouth against her pussy, dragging his tongue up and down her slit as he tasted her juices for the first time. It was delicious.

Carla did scream then as her first orgasm washed over her, causing every nerve in her body to tingle and her legs to spread as far apart as they could. Her brother kept licking at her clit as he swallowed all the juices pouring from her and caused her to soar into her second orgasm before her first had even finished. She grabbed his hair and pushed his head against her pussy as hard as she could and felt his face grind against her now even more swollen and sensitive clit.

Johnny felt her orgasms, and after her second he stopped licking her so forcefully and rubbed the flat of his tongue up and down her slit, letting her come down slowly off her natural high.