Whoever invented the alarm clock should be tried for crimes against humanity. Who thought it is okay to start every day ripped from peaceful dreams by a heart attack inducing shrill cry? It was even more disturbing on this particular morning because it wasn’t supposed to go off at all. Instead of a leisurely lie in until midday, I was awoken at 7am by the shrill screech of my alarm.

Like I said, crime against humanity.

With school during the week, a part time job at the weekends, and all the other little time and energy sinks of life, my days off were few and far between. I only had today and tomorrow off because it was Christmas eve, and although I usually only worked weekends, with school out for the Christmas break I had picked up plenty of overtime so I was working almost every day.

It could be argued that I was the architect of my own current misery, but overtime pay for an otherwise perpetually broke 16-year-old was too tempting to pass up. It’s also true that I was the one who forgot to turn my alarm clock off, but that was just a technicality.

While on my days off I could quite happily sleep for 12+ hours until hunger and the capacity of my bladder pulled me from sleep, once I was up there was zero chance of getting back to sleep again. I envy those who could just roll over and fall back to sleep. It’s a skill I never managed to acquire.

Still I tried, and failed.

With a resigned sigh, I threw my covers off and headed into the shared bathroom that connected my room to my sister’s room. I emptied my bladder, brushed my teeth and pushed through into my sister’s room. Since I was awake, and staying that way, I might as well make the most of it.

My sister’s Allie and Evie shared a room just a little larger than mine, a small double bed against opposite walls with a bedside cabinet each. Either side of the bathroom door was a draw and wardrobe combo, between the bedside tables and under the window looking out over the garden, was a shared vanity table.

My older sister Allie’s bed was empty and already made, but Evie, my younger sister, was led on her stomach, feet up in the air, reading her kindle. I walked over and grabbed her legs pulling her cute little teen ass to the edge of the bed. She let out a small gasp of surprise.

“Oh, hey Mike. I did think you would be up this early,” she said, looking back over her shoulder at me, raising a single eyebrow slightly at seeing my morning wood.

“Forgot to turn off my alarm and once I am awake I can never get back to sleep,” I replied, pulling her cute little red silk sleep shorts down her slender legs, exposing her perfect little ass. She let me pull her shorts all the way off and shuffled into a more comfortable position.

Evie was the baby of the family at just 14, but she was also the family’s star athlete. Triathlon to be exact. She’s been the county champ in her age group 3 years in a row and already had universities giving her offers. She had a full ride scholarship in her future for sure, probably the Olympics too.

Her dedication showed in her body. Long legs, tight little ass, toned flat stomach, and overall slender body. Her perky little b-cups suited her frame and she was more than just merely pretty. Even before she turned to the Olympics, she would have sponsors fighting over her for her looks just as much as her talent. She’s already done some modelling for a few sportswear companies.

“What are you reading?” I asked, lining my cock up with her pussy.

“It’s a book abo ... ahhh ... about Jessica Ennis. A ... mhmm ... biography,” she gasped and moaned as I slowly pushed all 8 inches of my cock into her tight little teen pussy.

Evie’s pussy was pure nirvana. It was wonderfully tight today as it has been when I took her virginity a little over 7 months ago on her 14th birthday. That’s how it worked in our family. The father would be the one to deflower his first born daughter, the first born son would take a second daughter’s virginity. If I had another sister it would be up to dad again. In the case of an absentee father or no first born son, it would either be the grandfather, uncle, godparents or guardian, and in some cases, a trusted family friend.

My cock filled Evie completely, my balls tapping against her as she let out another small moan. Her tight teen pussy shook a little around my cock as she slowly grew used to the sudden intrusion.

“Yeah. Any good?” I asked, slowly rocking my hips, just an inch of my cock sliding in and out of her

“It’s interesting. Not something you would read.”

“No, probably not. She’s kinda cute though, I pulled back until half my cock was out then pushed slowly back in again. Another small moan from Evie.

“Uh-hu. I know you like the sporty types.”

“You’re the only sporty type I like,” I said, pulling back slightly further before pushing back in.

“Oh really. So you fucking half my school running team at my birthday party, what was that?” she asked, some fake indignation in her voice.

“Oh that. No, that was just the hot, young and horny teen type, the sporty part was just a coincidence ... and it was more than half. If I remember correctly you were happy enough to join in.”

I gave Evie’s ass a slap and pulled all the way back until just the head was inside her.

“You’ll always be my sporty little Princess,” I said as I thrust back inside her.

We continued with some idle chatter for a couple of minutes, her kindle quickly pushed to the side as I fucked her with long steady strokes, her pussy doing a amazing job of making up for my missed out on lay in. Our casual chat died out as we both began to find keeping focused on talking increasingly difficult.

Evie let out a small scream as her pussy clenched down around my cock, quivering with a little squirt of her juices wetting my balls. Not a full blown orgasm but a little precursor. An appetizer before the main course.

I pulled from my sister’s pussy and climbed onto her bed pulling her over to straddle me cowgirl style. She held my cock steady, aiming it at her pussy and smoothly slid down my entire length until her peachy little butt settled on my thighs.

“Ohh, I love this position,” she said, wiggling her hips.

“I know you do. Take your top off.”

With only a slight roll of her eyes she pulled her silk cami off to reveal her pretty little b-cups. She smiled at me and shook her chest making them jiggle playfully. I ran my hands up her slim waist and grabbed each of her breasts. They fit perfectly in the palms of my hands, her nipples already hard against my palm. Evie pushed her chest into my hands as I squeezed, she moaned when I pinched a nipple, pulling just enough to distend her perfect orbs into cones before letting them bounce back and settle on her chest.

I grabbed her ass again with a slap to both cheeks and Evie started to ride me, quickly building up until she was bouncing on cock as deeply as I had been fucking her before. The great thing about this position isn’t only the sight of her gorgeous body bouncing, and obviously the fact my little sister was riding my cock, but with her athletic strength and stamina, she could keep this up with ease.

The bedroom door opened and Evie slowed down to a rocking motion, keeping my cock deep inside but grinding her hips back and forth. Allie, our older sister, walked in wrapped in a pink silk robe that barely covered her ass.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account. I’m surprised you’re up. Didn’t think you would leave your pit until lunchtime.

“Forgot to turn off his alarm,” Evie replied for me, still grinding unashamedly on my cock.