A world our own

Waking up on Sunday morning, the last day of your break before beginning University for the first time, things felt different. Your unsure what it is, as you climb out of bed and make your way to your window, things seem oddley quiet outside, like the world was still asleep.

Deciding it was just your imagination getting to you, you pull on a pair of shorts and make your way downstairs. You live in an averaged size two-story house in small isolated town called Sring Creek. As you make your way down stairs you hear your mother and sisters making breakfast in the kitchen.

Your father had left your mom when you were only child, leaving her to take care of you and your sisters on her own. Mom had never been the type to be shy about her body, and this morning was no exception. Wearing only a pair of sheer panties and red bra; struggling to enclose her large 18DD breasts, with long blond hair and bright green eyes. She had an amazing face and a luscious body, men have gone mad dreaming of much less. How my father was ever mad enough to give her up I will never know.

She was very young for having a son and two daughters, being only 39, it was only 20 years ago that she had given birth to your older sister. Lisa, your older sister, had turned 20 only last week. She very much looked a younger version of you mom. As you entered the kitchen you could see her bent over, rumaging through the fridge. She was wearing a pair of short pyjama shorts, you swear you could see her firm ass cheeks hanging out the bottom. She was the kind of girl most guys fantasise about, blonde hair, blue eyes, and large 16E breats. You try to grab a look every chance you get.

At 19 you were the middle child in the family, but deffinately the man of the house. Your younger sister Melissa was 18. She was the baby of the family, but certainly the most beautiful. Brown hair, blue eyes, your mothers smile, the object of your lust on many nights spent alone. She was a petit girl, and had a beatifuly innocent smile that always seemed to catch your eye. She was in a singlet and shorts, almost as revealing enough that you you could see she wore nothing beneath her clothes.

It was a wonder how your mother and sisters were ever single.