A Brief Carrie Perspective

Scrolling through social media and watching reality TV in her room, nineteen-year-old Carrie was dressed in a simple pink tank top and short black gym shorts as she lay along her full-sized bed.

It was getting late, and she figured it’d be best if she went ahead and went to sleep.

Before that, however, she needed some water and a shower.

The skinny blonde teen rolled out of bed and left her room, wondering if she could get away with staying up later and skipping her college classes tomorrow. Of course, her stupid sexy mom would give her hell about it, even if she did her best to pretend to be sick. If only she had a body like her mom, then Carrie would give up on college and and hook up with some hot rich guy and be his favorite piece of arm candy, she thought to herself and she looked down and gave her perky mounds a quick squeeze.

If she wasn’t such a prude, her mom could make a boatload of cash on OnlyFans, doing all sorts of kinky things and dressing up in cute outfits that her subscribers would send in to wear for them.

Even in her fifties, her tall bombshell of a mom looked like she was still about twenty five, and her big tits barely needed a bra to keep them high on her chest and extremely perky.

Carrie wondered if her sweet and loving mother even had a dirty side despite being a walking wet dream.

When the young blonde arrived in the living room, she spotted her brother John lying along the length of the couch on his back.

He had a goofy smile on his face as he gently snored, his hands were folded over his stomach, and he had one leg pulled in slightly while the other hung off of the couch by its calf.

Most importantly, Carrie’s eyes locked onto the thick tube of man meat bulging down one leg of his pants.

She swallowed nervously and took a step towards him, extending a hand.

Before Carrie knew it, she was standing next to the couch as her palm made contact with its shaft, causing the beast to quake underneath the fabric at her firm touch.

She gave it a long and slow stroke, but jumped back in panic as John gently snorted.

Good, he was still asleep, Carrie thought as she breathed a sigh of relief.

That was close.

With a racing heart and an aching pussy, Carrie quickly shuffled off to the kitchen and snatched a bottle of water. She then ran back upstairs and to her room, closing the door behind her before chugging her drink. After that, she sauntered over to her bed and collapsed onto it face-first.

“Stupid sexy mom…” Carrie grumbled into the sheets. “Stupid hung brother…”

Life was so unfair, she thought with sigh. Eventually, Carrie realized that she still needed to shower, and figured it would be a good time to try and satisfy some of her sexual frustrations while she washed up. Getting herself off was no easy task, but unless she did something to tame her raging libido, it might make her do something embarrassing.

Hell, she was so close to dropping down to her knees next to John and free his mighty beast just to impale her face on it.

Carrie slowly rose from her bed and went to the home’s main bathroom, and opened the door to hear the sounds of Kelly moaning and grunting among the crashing of water from the shower.

As if hypnotized by the very alien and very lewd sounds, she opened the door completely and stepped inside.