Carly's Story - Sex Stories

Carly's Story

... without her, it was nothing. I couldn't go back to that, but I also didn't want to scare her away by accidentally saying 'I love you'. Other than when I was at work now, we hadn't spent a night apart since she left the hospital, either at her place or mine.

She walked into my apartment on a Friday afternoon. She'd been at the doctor's office for a final check on her wrist, and was thrilled to learn that she didn't have to wear her bulky brace anymore. I had been busy that afternoon, preparing dinner for us at home that night.

"Smells good!" She said, siding up to me and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

As she went to move away toward the living room, I wrapped a hand around her hip and pulled her back to me. She squealed in delight and smiled at me.

"You think you're just going to get away with a kiss on the cheek?" I said, leaning down and kissing her. She leaned into me, head tilting back and stood on her toes, tongue brushing up against mine. When I released her kiss, she stayed frozen for a moment, eyes lightly closed and enjoying the rush going through her. Finally I loosened my hold around her hips and ass and turned back to the stove.

"Have a good day today?" I asked. We didn't really text or talk much during the day, which made our in-person conversations more meaningful.

"I did," she said, pulling her phone out of her purse and opening it. "Look who I saw today!"

She pulled up a selfie she'd taken at lunch with Julie. They were sitting outside a ...

... cafe not far from Carly's office building, both wearing smiles.

"Oh that's great! I'm glad you guys were able to get together," I said. "Did you have a good time?"

"We really did," Carly said. "She's really sweet, we could have hung out all afternoon if we didn't have to go back to work."

"I bet so," I replied. It didn't surprise me that Carly and Julie had a lot in common, their personalities matched and so conversation between the pair came easy.

"I told her," Carly said, looking at me a bit apprehensively.

Surprised, I turned around and leaned back against the counter. "So how did it go?"

"Well first, she actually thanked me for trusting her enough to be able to tell her, then that she wouldn't say a word to anyone else, then she cried, and hugged me and wouldn't let go," she said, with a little chuckle.

"Yep, that sounds exactly like Julie. One of the things I love about my baby sister is that she's one of the most compassionate people I know. It doesn't surprise me at all she reacted that way."

"It must run in the family," Carly said. I beamed back at her.

Dinner was steak, roasted red potatoes, and sautéed asparagus. We both cleaned our plates and settled in on the couch, with Carly in her favorite spot, in the crook of my arm, her legs curled under her, two lowball glasses in hand. We talked and drank while the tv volume was low, serving only as background noise. As we emptied our glasses, I stood and picked them both up to refill them, but ...