Carrie woke up that morning, it was a new day, and she new it would be a great one at that. There was the family dinner at 12. Then she would go shopping with her best friend at around 2. And then she would go party up a storm with her brother, her boyfriend, and some other friends at Neptune, a club that had recently opened. And she would for the first time be able to buy drinks legally. Yes today was Carrie's 21st birthday, and she was looking forward to what life would bring her from here on in.
Carrie had been blessed with physical beauty, standing 5'10, with her all natural 28/36c/32 measurements, emerald eyes and blonde hair, a bubbly personality and the fact that she was witty, it was easy to see why she was a natural hit with all around her. She had complete school and college and was now working at an ad agency. But while her family thought she was an angel, when they weren't around she displayed few angelic qualities. She was by no means a tramp or an alcoholic, but she did love guys and girls, and she enjoyed partying with them, together with a good few drinks. Her brother, Jono was as much of a party freak as Carrie, and the fact that their parents could afford to provide them with lavish lifestyles, help them support this habit.
Carrie got up out of bed, wearing her small teddy that she always wore to bed, and went to go wash up, in the bathroom that she and her sister shared. It was between their rooms' and had inter-leading doors to their respective rooms. While she was washing her face, she was dancing to her favorite song on the radio. This was leading her firm breasts to do a dance of their own, which for some reason always turned her on. After cleansing her face she brushed her teeth, through on some sweats and went downstairs for breakfast.
Mom, Jean, was preparing breakfast, while her dad, Chris, was reading the morning paper. Jessica, Carrie's 18 year old sister was feeding the dog. She was growing to be a stunner just as her Carrie was, although her breasts were only a B cup, Carrie thought they were perfect breasts. She had secret desire to one day feel them. She had gotten close recently, but at the last moment hesitated. Jess had asked Carrie how a breast examination should be done, and Carrie was about to show her, when she realized that even though she truly wanted to feel those beauties in her hands, she was sure Jess would object to her sister fondling her, and Carrie could not trust herself not to fondle her sister. She had for a very long time now harbored secret desires, and Jess was one of those. She had even wanked herself off at night thinking of Jess.
Even now while watching he the dog paw at Jess, Carrie could feel a damp spot developing in her thong. Even though she knew it was wrong, she could not help herself. Jean asked Carrie to lay the table for breakfast and this offered her the distraction she needed. The family sat down to breakfast, bacon, sausages, egg, and cereal. Jess went around the table pouring juice for everyone. She was wearing a tight halter neck top and denim shorts. The top looked two sizes too small, and all this did was accentuate her breasts. Her body was toned and tanned, and her legs were perfect. As she poured juice for Jono, she leaned down a little further than was necessary, and displayed her cleavage for Carrie who was sitting opposite him. Chris and Jean sat at the ends of the table with Carrie and Jess sharing the one side. As she poured Jono's juice she looked up at Carrie with a mischievous smile, or was that only Carrie's imagination. She came around the table, and sat next to her sister. She poured juice for Carrie and herself, and then started eating her breakfast. Even though she had a good appetite, Jess never seemed to put on weight. Carrie admired this. During breakfast the family made light banter, the mood was cheerful, and once everyone was done with breakfast, the sisters volunteered to clean up. They packed the dishes in the dishwasher, cleared the table, and then Carrie excused herself, saying that she needed to get ready for the family lunch.
However, there was still plenty of time. It was only 9:30 and it would take her no more than an hour to get ready. She entered her room, locked her door, and lay on her bed. She started thinking about Jess. Her breasts in that top. Her toned legs. What lay hidden in her denim shorts. The last time Carrie had seen Jess naked, Jess had been about eight. And in the ten years that had followed, Jess had truly become a beautiful young lady. Carrie knew that she lusted after Jess, and at times she was sure that Jess wanted the same, but she could not be sure.
