Tom went through his closet looking for anything that Carrie might be able to wear. He found a flannel shirt and a pair of sweat pants that would probably fit her and also grabbed a pair of his pajamas from the chest of drawers. He then walked back to the living room.
"I have some clothes and pajamas that might fit you ok. I'll leave them here on the stand next to the bathroom door Carrie." he yelled through the door.
"Thank you Tom. You can sit them inside if you don't mind. I'm already in the shower." she answered.
Tom slowly opened the door and entered. the room was full of steam and he could almost make out Carrie's silhouette through the shower curtain.
They're right here on the vanity." he said, acting calm and cool even though his breathe was coming faster and deeper.
"Alright. I'll be out in just a minute." Carrie said.
Tom left the bathroom and walked back to sit back down on the couch. Looking down he noticed that Carries drink was gone already. She must have chugged it because he had noticed that she hadn't touched it since he had offered it to her.
Oddly, his thoughts of his brother's actions were taking a back seat to his thoughts of Carrie having sex with the two men. What would it be like to slide his cock into her hot little mouth until she sucked the cum from it down her throat? Immediately, another thought began to form in his deviant mind. He got up and got Carrie another drink, making it a little stronger than her last one. Just as he was sitting it down on the coffee table, Carrie walked into the living room in the pajamas he had given her. They were a little large on her and now her figure was hidden by them. She sat down on the couch and Tom again saw her nipples pressing against the pajama top.