Boys turning into satyrs aren't real.
The Blonde Sister
So it was that, the next morning, I was completely naked, the covers at my waist, my upper body bare except for dried sweat, much like my hair. Mom had been at work for a couple of hours when my eldest sister, Anna, opened the door and came in. Much like my mother had, Anna closed the door behind her. She sat down on the side of my bed, once again just like my mom had. She smiled at me, mischievous looking. I stretched languidly, arms out, hands balled, my hips still sideways so my cock, still hard or, more likely, hard once again, wasn't sitting straight up but was sideways under the cover.
My eldest sister was tall like my mom, with blonde hair that was probably dyed. I couldn't really tell. She had perky C-cup breasts and hips not as broad as my mom's -- she had a slim waist, of course. I'd seen her in a gold sequined leotard and thick pantyhose while she did flag line for the band at school. She was six years my senior and thus had graduated college and had a job. One would think she'd be living on her own but she was still in our house for some reason. She slept in a long t-shirt, which hung to just below her ass when standing. It had short sleeves and was too baggy to show her figure. On the back was a pair of numbers like it was a jersey. It was so short that I knew her ass was bare on my bed. Looking at her, I could see she was breathing heavy. For my part, the room was brighter than it had been when she first opened the door and my balls were burning. I smirked as I looked at my sister as a vision entered my head, my sister sucking off her boyfriend in his car, on her back in the back, legs up as he fucked her missionary.
"Good morning, little brother," Anna said, smile growing larger, much like mom's.
"Good morning, big sister," I replied.
"Did you hear something last night?" she asked, smile growing even larger.
"Not a thing," I lied. "I was asleep. What did you hear?"
"I think mom might have been having a nightmare," Anna said. "She kept groaning and squeaking."
"Really?" I said, feigning worry as I pushed myself up with my hands, the covers still covering my cock, but barely. Anna looked down at the curve of my bare ass where she could see it on the side of my covers. Wisps of my black pubic hair, thicker than even the day before, were peaking above the covers. I looked down at where her long t-shirt provided just enough cover for her crotch as she sat in the same position as mom had, right leg lying bent and open, left on the floor. She had white socks on, rolled down. "Did you check on her?" I asked.
Anna licked her lips. "Several times," she said, breasts heaving.
"And?"