The black sheep of the family

"Honestly, I kind of feel bad for her," You glanced sideways, avoiding Carrie's gaze. "Mom and dad compared her to me, the older sibling, so there was always that... rivalry from her side. I always ended up beating her in grades and sports, so I was the darling of the family. She kind of resented me for it back then though, trying to find ways to one-up me."

"I feel sorry for her too!" Carrie remarked, bringing her hand up to her chin. "So she was never good at anything?"

"Well... there was one thing... though she herself doesn't know about it. She challenged me to a dick-measuring competition one day, and I kind of went along with it for fun. Imagine my surprise when a 12-year girl whipped out a schlong yay-big." You brought up your fingers, indicating a length that was slightly shorter than yours. "I ended up just a bit bigger back then, but who knows how much she grew since then."

"Wow, she must be a real stud in bed then!" Carrie bit her lip.

"Actually, she's a virgin. Seems like she never managed to get rid off her insecurities. Which is a shame, I think she would've done much better in life if she'd stopped comparing herself to me all the time."

"Poor thing," Carrie fell back in thought, gears spinning in her head. "You said she had trouble with housing? Does that mean you want her to move in with us to attend Bell? I think that's the least we could do for her."

"I think so too," you nodded. "I already feel bad for having told her I'd think about it, her voice sounded pretty **** and it seems like we're her only shot at this. Moreover, I think this'll be a perfect opportunity to knock out to birds with one stone."

"How so?"

"Well, she gets to attend college, while we get to engage in a little roleplay. Maybe rid her of her insecurities at that. I think part of it is the fact she never managed to triumph at anything. So I want you to stroke her ego. Make her feel like a goddess, that her sexual prowess is much superior to her pitiful older brother. I don't know how you'll manage it or how she'll take it, but I'm sure it'll work."

"Oh God!" Carrie moaned. "That... that sounds extraordinary! I've never had an opportunity with a dick-girl previously. Sounds like a fun! I'll make it so that she's like putty inside my hands."

Carrie giggled, running off into the bedroom, telling you she needs to get the house ready for her arrival. You grunt in acknowledgement as well, as you dial in your parent's number to have your sister call you (*seems like she was too busy playing online video games to pick you up...*). A few minutes after, and a gleeful voice was penetrating your eardrums, repeatedly thanking you for this opportunity. A warm feeling swelling in your chest. You liked your sister, even if you were the bane of her existence, in an indirect, convoluted way. Still, you and Carrie had the night to prepare for her arrival, seems like she was going to set off early in the morning, and you were a couple hours drive away from her.

You thought back to when you initially hesitated, unsure of what caused that feeling. Perhaps it was jealously towards your sister's condition? Or maybe fear she'd end up taking over your status as the favorite child? You shook your head. Nah, that was all beneath you. All you had to do was savor what was to come.