His Older Sister, Savannah

His older sister Savannah entered the room, "Wake up dickwad"

He ceased stroking his cock and tried rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The four versions of his older sister Savannah slowly formed into a single image. She was wearing a pleated pink micro mini skirt, with a thick white belt. For a top she wore a skin tight pink button down sweater, her round breasts stretching the fabric. Her long brown hair was poker straight, her features soft and curvy.

Savannah was living at home going to the community college, and always was a bitch to her "little" brother. John smiled at the thought of being her little brother, as he now towered over her in physical height.

Savannah strode towards the bed, her skirt swishing against her thighs.

"John! Get the hell out of bed, it's breakfast time asswipe! Mom wants you to...."

Savannah cut her sentance short, her jaw dropping in surprise. She could see poking out of the covers her brother's massive erection. Her pussy quivered as taboo thoughts entered her mind. Ever since she had broken up with her boyfriend, she had only had her vibrator to keep her satisfied. Thoughts of her fucking her brother flooded into her brain, using him for his cock, much like she used her vibrator.

John saw his sister in a new light, her thin and lean body, stunning figure, and sexy way of acting. He could deal without the bitchy attitude, but that was something he could fuck out of her. He always had tried peeping on her when he was growing up, but only was treated to the occasional glimpse of her running from the bathroom to her bedroom in a short towel. But for a growing boy who jerked off to the wavy and static filled porn channels found on the outter fringes of his television, seeing his sister in a towel was enough to sustain his masturbation sessions for years.