Go have breakfast with your family, maybe get a look at your sister's friend who slept over...

Standing in front of his mirror James looked at himself dressed in his high school uniform. The last year of school was a mental barrier, who would he be once he was out of those gates? What would he do? Would all his work at school be worth it? He sighed. Maybe best to eat something and stop worrying so much, spend some time with his family and steady his nerves.

His sister Alice had a friend stay over last night, Zoe, a shapely dark haired girl pale girl who had always caught James' eye. The only problem was how spiky she was, he had seen her scream in the face of another boy who had dared ask her out, maybe it was a mystery better left untouched. Still wouldn't stop him from ogling her in his own house.

As he walked past the kitchen into the dining room he saw his mother, father and the two girls already at the table. They were all deeply engaged in conversation so he looked in the kitchen for something to eat. The mess of his co-inhabitants' cooking efforts still piled up all over. Pots, pans, eggshells. He looked over at the table and saw his sister Alice and her friend Zoe, both barefoot and still in their underthings from the night before, shirts and panties. He felt himself inhaling slightly through his nose at the sight of the girls. Time seemed to slow as he looked at Zoe, talking animatedly and smiling. She wasn't wearing a bra so her tits swung about when she made a quick hand gesture. He could picture them now, pink and soft, with her looking up at him with those big brown eyes watching his mouth poised over a nipple, waiting for him to...

"James! Come and eat quick I'm driving the girls to school in 10 minutes with or without you!" his mother would probably wait, but she might not. He hastily grabbed a bowl, the cereal and the milk out of the fridge and then had an idea. He took the cereal packet and shook some flakes onto the floor.

"Fuck me dead" he murmured quietly but loud enough so the table could hear.

He went and got a dustpan and brush, got down on his knees and started cleaning up the mess but from his vantage point on the ground he got a look at what he was after: Zoe's panties. Oh my god, she was sitting cross legged and he could see the outline of her pussy lips against the cotton fabric, yellow with a pink fringe and a little pink bow at the top. Her right foot was crossed over the left and she bounced her left foot as she was talking, toenails painted clear and her feet were a little dirty from something, walking outside in the morning maybe? Her crossed legs weren't shaved and he could see fine brown hairs up and down them and the thought of running his hands up and down her legs and feet as he tried to catch that little pink cotton bow at the top of her panties in his mouth sent chills up and down his libido.