The fragrant air washed over my sweaty skin as I pressed on the pedals.
I was riding home from the gym. I'd finished my last workout for a week as my local gym shut as festivities across the world began.
Summer in the southern hemisphere. Christmas with the sun on your back, a spring in your step, and a glint in your eye.
I'm eighteen and have my driving license but ride to the gym. It gives me an extra burn to help keep defined and get the self-satisfaction of seeing my hard work pay off. I've been regimented with my five workouts a week for ages now.
Behind me, a car approached. Moving over to give room, I saw it was our family car with my sister driving. She's four years older than me. In it, she had her three friends. They drove by, giving a toot and a wave as they coasted on.
They seemed cheerful as laughter rang out while the car swung around the next corner and headed away from me.
My mind turned to her friends.
They'd been teasing me for a while. It had started as the "Your brother is so cute." Now, their gazes lingered a second longer, and their eyes met each other's as I stepped out of our pool.
Another car approached me. I turned to see our family car again. The cheeky fuckers had circled the block.
They slowed.
In the front seat, a gorgeous set of tits appeared as the owner pulled her shirt up. The tiny floral print meant it must have been Emma. She loved the summer pastels of this season. Her ass was as good as her tits, and her shoulder-length brown hair framed her gorgeous face.
Behind her, another fuller set of tits, brown nipples and lighter areola pressed against the glass. They were gorgeous. D cup. Fuck! This was Donna.
Her features made her look Mediterranean. Black, long, curly hair that formed gorgeous ringlets as it cascaded down, past her striking eyes to her sports model figure.
Beside Donna in the back row was Imogen. She had her black singlet pulled up and over her back and was pouting and leaning towards me, squeezing her tits together with her hands grasping under and to the side of her lean, pale skin. She had the most defined C cup breasts. Tall with long blonde hair.
Until a year ago, I'd have died of embarrassment at this scene.
Fuck that.
I stood on the pedals and tried to rip my hamstrings with the effort I expended to keep up.
Jesus, I'd wanked over each one of these girls for the last couple years. I'd imagined my seven-inch, thick cock disappearing between Emma's ass cheeks as I leaned in it, pulling her hair as I slammed her doggystyle.
I'd cum all over my chest when I'd imagined Donna's eyes staring up at me as my cock slid to the back of her throat. Her eyes bored through me as my inches slid down so her lips rested against my aching balls.
I'd blown my load all over the opposite side of the shower when I'd closed my eyes thinking about Imogen's tits bouncing as I fucked her mercilessly as she lay on her back and I stood in front of her. Her long legs wrapped up around me as I lifted her tiny, tight ass off the bed.
