7 comments/ 77067 views/ 21 favorites Better Than Carrie By: J.Q. Hack I would like to thank my editor, Mistress_Joli, for all her help. Without her advice and suggestions this story wouldn't be nearly as polished as it is. This one is for you. * I couldn't wait for Carrie to get home. It had been nearly an entire week since I'd seen her. She played for the girl's volleyball team and this week they were half way across the state for their main tournament of the year. High schools from across the state converged on Eastland for a five day double-elimination tournament. Unfortunately for me that meant she would be gone for the whole week. When you added in her late night practices prior to the tournament I was going on a week and half without her. However if their team made it to the semi-finals and finals (and there was little doubt they would) I was going to travel to Eastland with her family to see her play. By Thursday of that week I was practically climbing the walls with frustration. I felt like I had a hard on 24/7. It seemed that everywhere I turned there were half-naked girls showing just enough skin to get me going. They were on the TV, in the magazines I read, at the stores -- everywhere -- there was no escape. To make matters worse I promised Carrie I wouldn't jerk off while she was gone. "Promise me," Carrie said. She wagged a finger at me while giving me a stern glare. "I don't see why I have to promise something like that. It's like asking a guy to go a week without breathing," I said. "No it's not and you know it," Carrie said. "This week'll go so fast I'll be home before you know it. Once I get home you'll have such a nice big load saved up for me you'll thank me in the end." "You're damn right I'll thank you in the end," I said. I laughed at how clever I was. "You're funny," Carrie said. "Now promise me." "Alright, alright," I said. "If it'll get you to shut up I promise." "See I knew you'd be reasonable," Carrie said. She could barely conceal her triumphant look. One of the last times we'd been together was just the week before. Even then we took a huge risk having sex in her basement bedroom with her large, protective father only a flight of stairs away. I would be willing to take that risk again even if it was for just fifteen minutes of some alone time. Now I'm sitting here alone in my bedroom doing nothing but playing videogames. I don't know why I promised her I wouldn't even jerk off -- something about it being nice if I waited for her and me having a big load. So my internet porn and DVDs stashed under my bed were of no solace. Thursday afternoon I was engrossed in one of my videogames. I wasn't even aware of anybody had come into my bedroom. So I nearly jumped out of my recliner and dropped my game controller when I heard somebody speak. "What are you doing dum-dum?" It was Carrie's younger sister, Lucy. Lucy was slightly younger than her sister but they couldn't have been more different. Carrie was taller with fairer features, much like her mother, while Lucy was shorter with dark hair and eyes. When Lucy spoke the one thing that kept my attention were her lips. They were full and lush, always covered in lip gloss -- and in some of my fantasies -- perfect for sucking dick. It would've been better if she wasn't always calling me "dum-dum" or never had anything nice to say to me. "I'm playing a video game," I said. "What're you doing here?" "If you're going to take that attitude with me I don't know if I want to tell you," Lucy said. She turned around and huffed and made like she was going to leave. "Alright, what is it?" I said. "Mom wanted me to tell you she spoke to Carrie last night. It looks like they'll be playing Saturday so if you still want to come with us you can," Lucy said. "Yeah that would be cool," I said. I wasn't really looking forward to such a long road trip but Carrie would really appreciate it if I was there to cheer her on. Lucy sat down on my bed and started to watch me play the video game. For quite a while she didn't say a word -- she just sat there attentively watching me play. Occasionally she'd twirl her hair around one of her fingers and play with dark pony tail. "So how's this week been without Carrie around?" Lucy finally said. "Fine, I guess." "Don't lie to me dum-dum," Lucy said. "You're probably going crazy; don't know what to do with yourself now that there's nobody around for a quickie after school." "Whatever." I glared at Lucy. Lucy shut up for a while. By now my concentration was wrecked. Lucy was right. I was going crazy. I'm glad Carrie's volleyball team was doing so well, but every game they won meant another day she'd be away from home. The way things stood now I was looking at another two days before Carrie came home and I could conceivably see her. "Well even if she isn't home at least you can still jerk off right?" Lucy said after a few minutes of silence. I just looked at her. Lucy started to laugh -- a sort of cross between a snort and girlish giggle. Lucy's laugh really wasn't one of her best assets -- it was really quite annoying -- especially now since she was laughing at me. "Don't tell me she made you promise not to jerk off while she was gone." Lucy's wide eyes said it all. "I can't believe you were stupid enough to agree to that." There was that laugh again. I didn't say anything. This time though I could feel my face start to redden and my ears were burning. "Oh, dum-dum, this is too rich. That's so funny that she'd make you promise something like that. What'd she expect you to just put a cork in it and pretend it wasn't there for a couple of days? I mean you're guy how could she expect you to do that?" "What the hell did Carrie tell you before she left?" I said. "Nothing, but now I know all I need," Lucy giggled again. "I over heard her talking to one of her friends ... I didn't really think she'd ask you to do that." "Well she did and I'm managing fine," I said with all the dignity I could muster. Lucy sat down on the floor next to me. She was still laughing and having a grand time at my expense. "Yeah, I get it," I said, "laugh all you want." I looked down at the still laughing Lucy, wishing she'd shut up and be quiet. It was then I noticed something. Lucy wore a red shirt with a squirrel on it wearing a sombrero. I wouldn't have thought too much of it except I'd given that shirt to Carrie when I came home from my vacation last summer. "Why are you wearing that shirt?" "If you have to know dum-dum I'm borrowing it," Lucy said. "What's wrong with your own clothes?" I asked. "Carrie has nicer things than me," Lucy said. "She always has. You know being older and all. Even growing up I always wanted to wear her clothes and to play with her things, even if we had the exact same Barbie Dolls with the exact same clothes." "You know I bought that for her. It was a gift from me," I said. "I know dum-dum, but like I said Carrie's always had nicer things than me." Lucy moved in front of me, blocking my view of the TV. I paused the game and looked her in the eye. She had that glint in her eye that I'd seen before and it usually meant trouble. "If you're pissed about the shirt ...." "I'm not pissed about the shirt," I said. "Then you'll really be pissed about this ... or maybe not," Lucy said. The glint in her eye got brighter and that sly grin of hers had me a little worried. "Get out of the way. I wanna finish my game." In one fluid motion Lucy pulled her shirt -- the one I gave Carrie -- over her head and tossed it onto the floor. She was wearing a light blue lace bra -- another present of mine to Carrie. "See I wear other things of Carrie's too." I couldn't say a word. Carrie filled that bra out nicely, but damn Lucy filled it to overflowing. I know I shouldn't have been thinking that -- Lucy was my girlfriend's younger sister -- but hell if I didn't like what I saw. "Close your mouth dum-dum, it's not very flattering," Lucy said. Lucy moved a little closer to me. I could feel my breath catch and I swallowed hard. Lucy put her hand on my knee and slid it slowly along my leg. She leaned in close and whispered in my ear. "I've seen you look at me before. A girl knows when she's being checked out, even if you thought you were being sly." Lucy sat down and wriggled into my lap. She blushed when she felt my erection brush against her hip. "So are you wearing the matching panties, too?" I asked. She nodded her head. "Let's see 'em." Lucy stood up and smiled. She was enjoying this, I could tell. She had me right where she wanted me -- or so she thought. Lucy wasted no time in kicking her bottoms into a pile with the t-shirt. "Do you see anything you like dum-dum?" Lucy said. I stood up and circled Lucy slowly. For her part she stood still and occasionally made eye contact with me. I gazed at every line of her body leering more intently at the curve of her hips and ass and the full swell of her tits. I liked everything I saw. Lucy filled out that bra and panty set in ways that Carrie never could. I stopped behind Lucy and put my hands on her waist. I ran my fingers lightly up her back until they rested on her shoulders. I could feel Lucy quiver beneath my touch. She leaned into my body. I gently slid the bra straps off her shoulders. Lucy rested her head against my shoulder. Her breath was coming in short pants and her cheeks were flushed red. "You like that, don't you?" Lucy nodded her head. I reached up and cupped Lucy's breasts in my hand. They felt firm and heavy and filled my hands completely -- such a different sensation from the high, athletic breasts of her sister. I could feel the hard tips of Lucy's nipples poking into my palms. Lucy shuddered again; she slid a couple of fingers into the waistband of her panties. She hesitated before removing her hand. "Not yet," I whispered into Lucy's ear. Lucy bit down onto her full bottom lip and nodded her ascent. She leaned into me harder, pressing her butt against my erection. I could feel the heat pouring from her body and I was positive she could feel the heat coming from me. I pressed my cock firmly into her so she could feel my full hardness. Lucy relaxed a bit as I moved my hands from her tits. Her breasts rose and fell with each deep breath she took. I could see how hard her nipples were as they poked out the fabric of the bra, which had slid down to reveal the dusky skin of her areola. I took a step back. "Bend over a little," I commanded. Lucy leaned forward, pointing her round ass towards me. I stood back and admired the supple flesh of her hips and bottom. "So do you like what you see, dum-dum?" I smacked her ass hard with my hand. "Ouch, that hurt." Lucy reached back and rubbed the red palm print I had left. "That's for wearing the shirt I gave Carrie." I smacked her in the same spot. This time the skin blazed and an angry red. "That's for the bra and panty set I gave to Carrie." "Is that all you've got for a naughty sister?" Lucy said. The glint she had earlier had turned into a burning hot flame. I smacked her again, harder. My palm stung slightly and the palm print on her flesh glowed with a bright cherry-red. "That's for always calling me dum-dum," I said. "Now get on the bed." Lucy giggled as she crawled onto the bed. She quickly tossed Carrie's bra onto the floor. Her nipples were hard and tilted upwards on the ends of her large breasts. The dark skin around her nipples perfectly complimented her complexion. I discarded my clothes on the floor in a pile. I was completely naked in front of Lucy. My cock was thick and swollen; my balls were heavy with a week's worth of come. Lucy licked her lips obscenely as I crawled onto the bed and straddled her. I leaned down and sucked one of her thick dark nipples into my mouth pulling her tit up with it. Lucy moaned and arched her back. She ran her hands running along my shoulders and arms. I flicked my tongue along her erect nipple and areola and let it drop from my mouth covered in my saliva. Lucy reached up and tugged on the nipple I'd just let from my mouth. Lucy's mouth gaped open slightly. I leaned back over her and took the other nipple into my mouth. I lightly bit down. I heard Lucy gasp. I let the nipple slide from my mouth. Lucy looked a little disappointed. I crawled off Lucy and moved up by her head. My swollen cock was inches away from her mouth -- the mouth I'd fantasized and wondered about over the last few months. "Suck my cock," I whispered in a hoarse lust-filled voice. I angled the tip down towards Lucy's mouth. Lucy raised herself up on an elbow. Her full lips parted and formed a tight seal around the tip of my prick. Her mouth felt warm and inviting and I nearly lost my load then. I was having a difficult time not popping off right then. I felt Lucy's tongue working on the underside of my cock as her head began to bob up and down on my shaft. Pulses of pure pleasure coursed down my cock and through my body. Her mouth felt wonderful wrapped around my dick -- I couldn't believe how right I'd been about those lips. I groaned and bucked my hips towards Lucy's face. Lucy pulled away from my cock. "Do you need me to stop?" She wiped a loose strand of spittle away from her mouth. "No, not at all," I managed to croak. By this time I could feel myself begin to perspire. Lucy reached up with a hand and cradled my balls. "These feel so nice and heavy. You've been a good boy while my sister was gone." Lucy was right, but I definitely wasn't being good now. Lucy continued to stroke my sack, teasing and tugging on my balls. She took my cock into her mouth and picked up where she left off. I felt more of my prick disappear into her mouth until she had her nose buried in my pubic hair. Lucy started to gag as the tip of my cock brushed the back of her throat. She backed off coughing, her face had turned beat red and tears ran down her eyes. "That's enough for now," I said. It didn't have so much to do with Lucy being uncomfortable but more with me getting close to my limit. Too much more of that and I certainly would've spilled my load down her throat and I didn't want that just yet. Before Lucy could protest I was kissing her breasts again. This quickly took Lucy's mind off her coughing spell as I lavished more attention on her supple figure. I kissed my way down her round breasts and over her stomach, only stopping at the blue waistband of the panties she was wearing. Lucy groaned and grabbed a hold of my hair, pushing me down towards her pussy. I looked up at her, her eyes pleaded with me to continue. Lucy raised her hips as I yanked her panties down off her thighs and over her feet. She had a patch of dark pubic hair, not shaved like her sister, but neatly trimmed. It was quite a heady contrast for me. I buried my nose in her dark pubic hair and inhaled her musky scent. I flicked my tongue at her clit. Lucy wriggled and moaned as my tongue worked in tiny circles and long, slow licks over her clit and pussy. I eased one finger into her tight pussy and began to work it around inside her wet confines. Lucy gasped as I dragged my finger over her g-spot. Lucy writhed and moaned and tugged at the sheets on my bed as I continued to rub her spot. She tugged and twisted her nipples, arching her back trying to push my finger further inside. All the while I circled and lapped at her hard clit with tongue. "Stop, stop," Lucy moaned, "I can't take much more of this." I looked into her eyes. I was quite happy with the reaction I got out of her. I doubted she'd be calling me dum-dum after this. Lucy and I were both covered in a light sheen of sweat. Neither one of us were any where near finished yet though. "I know exactly what you need," I said. I grabbed Lucy's hips and pulled her towards me. I pushed her spread legs back raising her butt in the air. I positioned my cock at her entrance. I gasped as I pushed my prick into her awaiting vagina. Lucy sucked in her breath as I filled her up with my rock-hard girth. I began to withdraw from her slowly and feed it back into her just as slowly. "Faster," she whispered to me. I picked up my pace. I leaned into her harder and put my full weight behind my movements. I could hear my balls slapping against Lucy's ass. The room seemed to get hotter the harder I fucked her. We were both drenched by now. Lucy had her legs wrapped tightly around my waist as I buried my dick in her up to its base and she took my full length without any hesitation. I grabbed her ass as I continued to slam into her. I lowered my head down to her one tit and sucked her swollen nipple into my mouth. I bit down harder than I had before. I expected Lucy to wince in pain but the contortions of her face didn't seem to change at all. I could feel the muscles in my arms begin to quiver. I was close to coming but not just yet and my exhaustion was straining my concentration. I collapsed into a sweaty pile next to Lucy. My cock, still fully erect, pulled from her. "I'll take over," Lucy said. She sensed my exhaustion. The sheets felt damp and clammy against my skin as I laid there. Lucy swung her leg over my hips and positioned herself over my cock. She eased herself down until she rested her weight on my hips and I was completely inside her. Lucy began by rocking her hips back and forth. Whatever my cock was doing inside her must've been working for her. Her face glowed with the heat of excitement and passion. The bed began to sway as Lucy picked up a steady rocking motion. I loved the feeling of being insider her completely, her pussy tight and warm around my cock. I grabbed onto her hips and began to work an upward thrust with Lucy's movements. Lucy shook her head to loosen strands of her hair from her face which were now plastered to her forehead. Lucy continued to ride me harder than before as I thrust into her tightness. She leaned over and twisted both of my nipples. I winced slightly but Lucy didn't care. In turn I cupped both of breasts in my hands and squeezed and rolled her nipples between my fingers. They felt tighter and hotter than ever. Lucy held tightly onto my hands as her rocking became erratic. I felt the walls of her pussy contract around my cock. Lucy shuddered. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes as her breathing became shallow. She continued to rock as the first wave of her orgasm rippled through her. She let out a loud moan as I felt her pussy spasm and waves of warmth flooded around my dick. She rode me through three more waves of her orgasm. Lucy climbed off of me and took my cock, still sticky and covered in her juices, into her mouth. She sucked on the head with her perfect full lips and stroked my shaft with her hand. I was close to coming and as each second passed I got closer. My balls drew up tight against my body as the pressure inside me continued to mount. As I got closer to the edge Lucy stopped sucking on the head and only jerked me off. She had a look of determination and concentration on her face. I felt the tell-tale spasm in my cock as I prepared to unleash my come. Lucy continued to stroke my dick furiously. I gave a loud grunt as the first pearl white strand exploded from the tip of my cock. It was a heavy thick string that landed in Lucy's hair and plastered itself down her forehead and onto her nose. It caught her off guard and she recoiled a tiny bit. My second and third spurts, the reward for not having relieved myself in nearly a week, were just as strong as the first. Come gurgled from between Lucy's lips coating her chin and dangling off in several long milky strands. Her tits were also coated in jizz as the last weakening spurts trailed off and landed in several clumps on the upper slopes of her breasts and slid over the dark, smooth skin between them. Better Than Carrie I laid back and rested my head on my hands, feeling the most calm and relaxed since Carrie had left. Lucy sat on the edge of my bed and dried off with a towel she found laying on the floor at the foot of my bed. Lucy grabbed one of the crumpled and disheveled blankets and pulled it up as she joined me lying on the bed. Her body felt warm and smooth next to me as we laid upon the damp and sweat soaked sheets. The room had the musky smell of sex and sweat hanging in the air. Lucy cradled her head on my arm. She tilted her head up to mine and we kissed. She pressed her body to mine and I could feel her hard nipples and full breasts against my chest. She draped her leg across my hips as our lips met and our tongues mingled in our mouths. Come to think of it this was the first time we'd kissed since all of this began. It was a nice tender way to end our little romp. "Wasn't that a lot of fun dum-dum," Lucy said. "I wish you wouldn't call me that," I said. "Whatever, dum-dum," Lucy said. After a few seconds Lucy spoke back up: "I always knew Carrie's stuff was better than mine." Lucy rolled back over and in a few minutes she'd fallen asleep. I rolled back over and stared up at the ceiling. 'Holy shit,' I thought, 'I can't believe I did this.' I replayed the whole afternoon back in my head, over and over again. I was certain this was a one time thing and it happened while Carrie was away. The best action I could think of would be to keep it quiet. I shook Lucy awake after a few minutes. She looked at me half awake. "We can't let Carrie find out about this." Lucy laughed at me. "I can keep a secret, dum-dum," she rolled her with a dismissive look. She quickly fell back asleep. I was surprised how little she was bothered by this whole event; I was even more surprised how little it bothered me. A little while later Lucy woke up. I was still lying next to her. She stroked the light hair on my chest. She smiled at me. "I guess I should get going. My mom is probably wondering where I'm at." I didn't see Lucy at all until Saturday morning when I went to her parents' house. When I saw Lucy she didn't seem to act any differently than she had before. "Hey dum-dum," she said. She plugged the white earbuds from her iPod into her ears and walked past me. She had a bright cheery smile and didn't seem like anything had happened between us earlier. I must admit I saw Lucy differently now. Her behind looked fantastic, even better than I ever thought, in her tight jeans. Her sweater made her tits look all that more yummy. Sitting next to her in the car was going to make for a long trip. Lucy's parents were still in the house gathering up a few last minute things. Lucy was already in the car. I got into the back seat next to Lucy and closed the car door. Lucy slid over and motioned for me to listen to what she wanted to say. "Guess what I have on." she whispered. I could feel my cock start to stir. It truly did have a mind of its own. "It's that peach colored set you like of Carrie's so much." Lucy pulled the neck of her sweater down far enough to allow me a clear and uninterrupted view of her ample cleavage. Sure enough her tits were crammed precariously in Carrie's too small bra. They looked so luscious and inviting I would've loved to have buried my face in them. Lucy reached over and squeezed my cock through my pants. "I can take care of that for you. My parents will never know." I shoved Lucy's hand away. "We can't do that here." "Oh, dum-dum where's your sense of adventure?" By this time Lucy's parents had their remaining things stowed away in the trunk of the car. "You guys ready?" Carrie's mom turned around and asked us. Lucy had her music on and didn't hear her mother. I nodded my head and said, "I guess so." The trip took nearly four hours. We stopped for a few rest stops and grabbed something small for breakfast. By the time we got to Eastland it was a little after noon. There still seemed to be tons of volleyball teams from all over the state there even though this was the next to the last day of the tournament. Even though Carrie didn't play for another two hours she was already dressed. In a short while she'd have to leave to start her pre-game warm-ups and receive the last minute pep talks and speeches her coaches were fond of. We were all in the cafeteria getting something to eat before we headed to the gymnasium for Carrie's game. The whole time we sat there Carrie rubbed my leg, sliding her hand up and down my thigh. It felt so good and I was getting so turned on -- it was just too bad I couldn't pull her away for a few minutes. Carrie looked up at the big clock in the cafeteria and sighed. "Well I guess I should go find the rest of team. We're supposed to start warm-ups in five minutes." "Well honey," Carrie's mom said, "good luck." Carrie's parents both gave her hugs and told her they'd cheer loudest for her. "We should go and try to find a good seat," Carrie's dad said. He was always anxious to find the best seat for anything and would get there hours early if he had to. Carrie looked over her shoulder to see if they were out of earshot. She took the seat across from me and leaned in and gave me a quick kiss. "So have you been good this week?" "I have been. Extremely good," I said. I didn't see any need to mention her sister at all. "I bet you have such a nice big load saved up for me," Carrie whispered in my ear. I could feel my ears start to burn. "Well," I whispered back, "I would except I had a wet dream Thursday night. It was really bad, too." Carrie looked disappointed. She pouted out her lower lip and gave me the saddest looking puppy dog eyes imaginable. "I guess that's to be expected," she said, "I can't really ask a guy to put a cork in it and forget about it." Where did I hear that line before? Lucy said it when she was at my place. I guess they both picked it up from the same place. "Did you do anything else this week fun and exciting?" "No, no ... nothing at all," I stammered. "Are you sure?" she said. She looked at me oddly. "You know you can tell me anything; I won't get mad." You really don't want to know how much fun I had this week, I thought. "Nope, nothing ... just a quiet boring week at home," I said. Carrie glanced at the clock again. It was time for her to go. She grabbed my knees and gave me another quick kiss. She stood up to go. "Oh one last thing," she said. She placed her lips next to my ears and said: "How do you think Lucy knew what to wear?" Before I could say anything she stood up and started to walk away. I looked up in time as she turned and blew a kiss at from over her shoulder. "Hey, wait a minute!"