Lust at First Sight Bk. 02 Pt. 02 by Darth_Aussie,Darth_Aussie

Chapter 6

I found the scenario of dressing with a very naked–post-coital–Emily still lounging on my bed odd, to say the least. I never thought I would be in a situation where I was skipping out on such a gorgeous woman just after we’d just had sex for the first time, especially when it was to mess with her twin sister in the middle of the night.

“She’s gonna be so mad,” Emily giggled.

Emily’s usual chestnut mane was particularly messy after our short romp together. Her smile seemed brighter, and all the shyness seemed to have melted away from her since the first time she bared her body to me. Now she lay on her side. Her naked body displayed to me like she had been doing it for years.

“I’m blaming you when she finds out,” I said, pulling a sleeveless T-shirt over my head.

“Don’t you dare!” Emily replied. “It was your idea!”

“But you’re the one who encouraged me,” I smiled and climbed onto the bed to give Emily a kiss.

I embraced Emily’s naked body as our tongues met with a happy reunion. My clothing created an annoying barrier between our bodies that I wanted to be rid of immediately. No words could describe the feeling of Emily’s naked flesh against mine, especially while I was inside her. It was a unique sensation, only shared by her sister, Erica. Not for the first time, I wondered if sex with each of my sisters would create the same intoxicating feeling.

“You should probably go before I make you stay,” Emily smiled, planting kisses along my jawline.

“I’ll be quick,” I smiled, giving her one last lingering kiss.

I reluctantly parted ways with the beautiful brunette but hung by the door to my bedroom as I committed every curve of her body to memory as if I were leaving to sail across the ocean and wouldn’t return for months. I was already completely smitten with Emily.

After leaving my flat, I smoked a cigarette quickly–as was my custom after sex these days–and headed down to the main house. It wasn’t too late, but the entire house was in darkness except for Mel’s bedroom light on the second floor. Thankfully there wasn’t much cloud cover, and the nearly full moon granted me more than enough light to pick my way across the backyard and into the house without fear of stumbling into the pool.

As usual, the back door was unlocked, and I let myself in silently. The kitchen was soaked in darkness, but I was able to make my way around the large dining table and island counter without banging into anything. Suddenly, a light by the stairs flicked on, and I heard footsteps descending. There was no one else in the house apart from Mel, and I suspected she was coming down to get something to eat or a drink.

Without thinking about it, I darted into the living room quietly and waited for my petite sibling to pass. I had no idea why I was hiding since the entire reason I was here was to see her, but I just felt like it was a good idea to wait. Sure enough, a few seconds later, I heard Mel speaking as if she were having a conversation with someone on the phone. I really didn’t want to eavesdrop on Mel’s private conversation, so I moved further into the living room as I planned to circle around behind Mel and sneak up to her room. I was eager to see the look on her face when she returned to find me in her bedroom.

Part of me worried for a second that she might lose her shit at the invasion of privacy, but then I grinned as I remembered exactly who I was dealing with.

“Nah, not anymore. I’m kind of seeing someone already.”

Mel’s words glued my feet in place, even as I tried my hardest to avoid listening in. Was she talking about me? Who was she talking to?

Mel continued her conversation as she entered the kitchen, pausing as someone on the other end seemed to ask more questions. “No, you don’t know who he is…He is very handsome…We haven’t slept together yet, but he has a nice big cock.”

I gave myself an internal high-five at Mel’s last sentence and couldn’t help but grin like a fool. Even if I knew I was bigger than average, it was never not a good day when a beautiful woman complimented me on the size of my penis.

I left Mel to her conversation before I could inadvertently hear more and ascended the stairs quietly. Mel’s door was open, displaying a sliver of purple-coloured light in the otherwise pitch-black hallway. I pushed her door open gently and stepped into the neon-lit bedroom that I at first would never have associated with the petite goth girl. Whenever I saw a plush bunny, unicorn, or Japanese anime character, I thought of the white-haired beauty who’d stolen my heart.

Soft footsteps caught my attention, and I heard Mel’s voice again as she ascended the steps. Then I noticed the computer desk against one wall. The machine was powered on, and the flashing red, green, and blue lights bathed the immediate area in a rainbow hue that mixed with the pink LED lamps that gave the room a low-light feel. Then it hit me.

Mel hadn’t been on a phone call. Instead, she had probably been talking to a friend or some friends on her computer. I hadn’t spent any time watching video game streamers–there was always work to do–but I knew enough about the culture and started to worry I was standing in the background of her webcam. That would look more than a little creepy to anyone watching, especially if it were her friends.

The bedroom door pushed open suddenly, and I turned to face Mel. My sibling looked at me with wide eyes and an open mouth. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun on the top of her head, rather than her usual pigtails or flowing mane. She wore little makeup, and the black around her eyes looked smudged as if she’d only half-assed removing it. Her black spaghetti string top barely covered her torso, leaving her smooth stomach bare. The imprint of her nipples against the sheer fabric told me she wasn’t wearing a bra–not that she often did–and her red cotton shorts looked so soft and warm as hugged her hips and butt snuggly and matched her red and black striped knee-high socks perfectly.

I would have bet all the money in my bank account that Mel had a striped pair of socks in every colour for any occasion and outfit.

“I gotta go,” Mel said without breaking eye contact with me. Then my petite sibling flicked a button on her hot-pink, cat-eared headset and slid it off to rest around her neck. “What are you doing here, Nick?”

“We on camera?” I asked, nodding to her computer.

“No,” Mel shook her head. “It doesn’t face–. ”

I cut her off mid-sentence by closing the distance between us and pulling her into my arms, cutting off her squeal of surprise with a kiss. Mel struggled for a few seconds, then melted into my body. Her lips parted, and her tongue met mine with an unmatched intensity. I could only imagine Mel’s feelings, especially after Emily’s revelation.

“Wait,” Mel said, breathing heavily. “Aren’t you spending tonight with Emily?”

“I am,” I said, pressing my forehead against Mel’s. I had gone over what I was going to say to Mel repeatedly in my head, and no matter how I worded it, I always felt like a jackass, even if it was a fabrication. “But…Emily still isn’t ready, and I know it’s a shitty thing to do, but I have a need that she can’t meet right now.”

“Nick…I Don’t–”

I pressed my lips against Mel’s once more to silence her. I purposefully let the length of my erection press between her thighs as I drew her body against me. Mel moaned into my mouth, and I felt her body vibrate with what I could only assume was intense arousal. I needed to keep her mind foggy until the right moment.

I felt a little bad, amping Mel up like this only to leave her with a massive case of lady blue-balls. Then I remembered every time she had done the same to me and felt a little better about it. I was also sure Emily wouldn’t let me go through with a plan that would actually upset her twin.

“Fuck it, I need you,” Mel growled. Then I lost all control of the situation.

Mel dropped to her knees, dragging my shorts and underwear down. My cock bounced free from its confines, the tip already dripping with my pre-cum. Mel expertly caught my tip between her lips and moaned instantly. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her tongue flicked and licked along the sensitive tip of my penis.

My knees almost buckled at the sheer pleasure of her mouth and tongue, the suddenness of her actions catching me off guard completely. I leaned back against the door, slamming it shut as I rested my entire weight against it, pulling my cock from Mel’s delicious mouth.

“Not so fast,” Mel said, shuffling forward on her knees. “You’re pumping a load down my throat tonight.”

Mel’s words made my cock pulse and twitch, drawing forth a fresh stream of pre-cum which she eagerly lapped up. Her hands felt incredibly soft against my rock-hard shaft, and it felt like she had three tongues. After only a minute, my entire pelvic area was soaked with her saliva as Mel left no inch of my genitals untouched.

“Now fuck my mouth,” Mel said, staring into my eyes with her mouth opened wide. “Use it like you used that little whore Jen while my sister watched you.”

I moaned at the sudden image that flashed through my mind of fucking Jen senseless while Erica watched. I didn’t want to sleep with Jen anymore, but it was such an erotic memory that I was worried I’d blow my load just thinking about it.

“I’d let you fuck me while our sisters watched,” Mel continued, licking along the length of my shaft. “But only if I could watch you fuck them.”

I’d completely lost control of the moment, underestimating Mel’s ability to turn me the fuck on. My heart was hammering in my chest, and all I could hear was Mel’s seductive voice filling my mind with erotic images of her and our sisters in all manner of compromising pair-ups and scenarios.

Emily was waiting for me to return, and I knew what I needed to do, but I couldn’t form a coherent thought–let alone words. I should have known I wouldn’t be a match for my white-haired seductress of a sister. Mel had an iron will, and not even the Pope could resist her when she was in one of her moods.

Suddenly, a knock came at the bedroom door. The moment ended abruptly, like someone had yanked the power cable from the wall while I was mid-way through an epic, once-in-a-lifetime solo that I would never remember. I glanced down to see a look of worry on Mel’s beautiful face. Her lips parted a mere inch from my steel-pipe of a cock, her hand holding my shaft.

The doorhandle turned, and I felt the door push against my back. “Mel, are you awake?”

“Yeah, I’m awake,” Mel called out, her voice tinged with concern.

“Why is your door locked? I didn’t even know you had a lock,” Emily said, acting innocent. “Can I come in?”

“Uh, yeah, just hang on a second,” Mel said, shooting to her feet before ushering me away from the door.

“What do we do?” I asked, continuing with the ruse that Emily and I had concocted.

“The window,” Mel said, pointing to the bedroom window by her computer desk.

“I’m not climbing out a window,” I balked, chuckling inwardly.

“It’s fine. The side path is below, and there’s a small garden shed you can land on. I’ve done it heaps when I used to sneak out,” Mel explained.

“Yeah, but you weigh about as much as one of my legs,” I laughed. “That thing will crumble under my weight. Why don’t we just tell Emily? What’s the big deal?”

“Fine. Closet, now!” Mel ordered, shoving me towards her closet doors. They were mirrored and slid open, leaving only a small amount of room for me to hide among her dresses. “And pull your shorts up.”

I grinned as I turned my back on Mel and pulled my shorts up. She was even more rattled than I thought she’d be at being caught out by her twin sister. Okay…maybe we were being a little mean to her. I would have to make sure I made it up to her.

I heard the bedroom door swing open just as Mel slid the closet doors closed, eclipsing the room’s low light and leaving me in relative darkness. Mel’s perfumed scent drifted to my nose, and I couldn’t help but take one of her dresses in hand and inhale deeply. I wasn’t usually one to sniff at things–I always thought it was weird–but Mel’s scent was intoxicating, further encouraging my arousal as another spurt of pre-cum flowed from the tip of my penis.

“How did you lock your door?” Emily asked.

“It wasn’t locked. I guess it just got stuck,” Mel replied, sounding hesitant.

“Hmm, odd,” Emily said, sounding thoughtful. “Maybe you can get Nick to look at it tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I’ll do that,” Mel said quickly.

“Speaking of Nick…” Emily started to say, then sighed heavily. “I’m worried I’m going too slow for him, and he’ll get bored of me.”

“He could never get bored of you, Em,” Mel said reassuringly. “I see the way he looks at you.”

“He looks at you the same way,” Emily replied. “And I see how you look at him. You know you don’t have to wait for me. I’ll understand.”

“I said I would, so I will,” Mel said confidently. “It’s not that big of a deal, Em.”

“But it is. This must be hard for you and really hard for Nick too. Especially without Erica here.”

“Why do you say that?” Mel asked.

“Well…Nick and I have only fooled around a little bit. I’ve told you that,” Emily said, pausing before speaking again. “And that’s always fantastic, and I believe he enjoys himself with me, but it isn’t sex. Usually, Nick would spend a few nights a week with Erica, and they have sex. I guess I just don’t want to leave him wanting more than I am able or willing to give him right now. Then I feel selfish for keeping him from you too.”

“Em, don’t feel selfish. I made this choice, not you,” Mel replied with conviction and assurance for her twin. “Go at your own pace. You know Nick will respect that and still enjoy spending time with you. You’re worth the wait.”

There was a long silence, so I slid the closet door open just a touch. I knew it was unrealistic to expect to see my twin siblings making out of even undressing on the bed, but my man brain held out a little hope. Instead, Emily and Mel hugged as they sat on the edge of Mel’s plush bed.

“Do you think he is worth the wait?” Emily asked Mel as they separated.

“You tell me, you’re the one sucking his dick each night,” Mel grinned. “How’s his cum taste?”

Emily’s cheeks flushed red, and she giggled. “Pretty damn good.”

“I look forward to it,” Mel sighed, glancing in my direction. I was sure she knew I was watching. “Where is Nick, by the way?”

“He said he was going out for a smoke and a walk,” Emily replied casually. “I was going to go with him, but I wanted to come and talk to you.”

“Well, you better get back before he does,” Mel replied.

Emily nodded and leaned in, hugging her sister again. “Thanks for being there for me.”

“Anytime,” Mel said, then kissed Emily straight on the lips. It was quick but obvious, taking Emily by surprise. She covered her shock quickly and added another kiss to Mel’s cheek.

“Goodnight,” Emily said.

“Sleep tight,” Mel replied.

“Did you enjoy that?”

I slid the door opened and studied Mel. She was still kneeling on her bed. Her cotton shorts only vaguely covered her small, pert ass, and her long socks had slid down her smooth legs invitingly. My dick was still raging and ready for a trip to bone town, but I knew it couldn’t be with Mel right now.

That didn’t mean I couldn’t fuck with her some more.

“I think I’d enjoy it better if I were between you two,” I grinned, crossing the room to climb onto Mel’s bed. The mattress was impossibly soft yet firm, and the covers were thick and fluffy. The thought of sharing the bed with my platinum-haired sister for the night made my cock bounce in frustration.

“Maybe that could be arranged someday,” Mel said, breathing heavily as her eyes locked onto mine. “But…I need to get some sleep tonight.”

“Are you sure,” I whispered, leaning in close enough to brush my lips across hers. I rubbed her bare thigh, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to draw a moan from Mel’s lips. “I’m sure we’d both sleep better if I stayed.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Mel replied, barely hiding a gasp as my lips met her neck. “But it’s already late, and Emily is expecting you.”

Mel’s firmness had returned, and as much as I knew this was killing her, she wouldn’t let anything go past this point. We hadn’t planned for Emily to show up at Mel’s room, but it had worked out perfectly.

“I understand,” I smiled. “See you for breakfast?”

“It’s a date,” Mel returned my smile. “I’ll even let you cook.”

I left Mel’s room about twenty minutes later when we finally broke away from each other. There were a few moments where I thought Mel was about to tear my clothes off and have her way with me or me with her. In the end, it was my sibling who’d called it quits on our passionate make-out session.

Once outside Mel’s room, I started to feel a bit of remorse. Mel was obviously doing something for her sister–even though it was all her idea–and here I was, leading her on and teasing her when this could be a night of mind-blowing sex. But then I remembered how often she’d tormented me, and I didn’t feel so bad about it. I figured we were even now–and if not–I’d be more than happy to make it up to her.

But right now, I had an almost painful erection and another devious sister to use it on.

I made my way downstairs and towards the kitchen, expecting Emily to either be waiting by the back door or even at my flat. I hadn’t expected the ambush as I passed the archway into the living room.

Emily came out of nowhere and jumped into my arms. I barely had enough time to catch her before her legs wrapped around my waist, and her lips met mine. I grabbed her around the waist before shifting my hands to her glorious behind, only then realising that Emily was completely naked.

“I was worried you’d decided to stay with Mel all night,” Emily said, her voice low and breathing heavy. “I was just about to come join you.”

“I almost did,” I replied, pushing her back against the wall to hold her up while I kissed down her neck and across her breasts. “You girls can be very hard to ignore.”

“Family trait,” Emily moaned as my lips found her nipple.

“Should we take this to my place?” I asked, licking between her breasts and up to her chin.

“No,” Emily gasped. “Take me on the couch in the living room.”

“Getting adventurous already,” I smirked.

“Just fuck me,” Emily all but growled, her eyes burning with intensity.

I walked Emily into the living room, where I saw a small pile of clothes dumped on the floor at the base of the long couch. The overhead lights were still off, but Emily had lit a lone lamp in the far corner. The soft light wouldn’t be visible from the hallway, but it was enough to bathe us in a warm yellow glow.

Emily giggled as I tossed her rather unceremoniously onto the couch. My clothes joined hers on the pile, and a few seconds later, my wavy-haired lover engulfed my cock. Emily sat on the edge of the couch cushion while I stood before her. Her lips sucked my tip and kissed along my shaft while her hands alternated between caressing my thighs and massaging my balls.

I grabbed a fistful of her long, wavy hair and pulled it back into a ponytail for Emily. This way, I could see her beautiful face as she worked on my tool and control the speed and tempo of her blow job. I mostly let Emily do her thing–since she was still relatively new at this–but occasionally, I rocked my hips and pulled her head against me, forcing my cock deeper with a satisfying gagging sound from Emily, which she didn’t seem to mind.

“You can be rough with me,” Emily said after a few minutes while taking a short breather. “I know you like it.”

“And who told you I like it rough,” I smirked.

“I’m not telling,” Emily grinned before running her tongue down the side of my shaft.

A shiver of pleasure shot through my body as I felt Emily’s tongue slide down the length of my penis before lapping at my balls.

“I have ways of making you talk,” I growled softly.

“Well, come on then,” Emily winked, then jumped backward and began crawling along the cushions on her hands and knees as if she were trying to escape me. Only she moved slowly, wiggling her hips so well she could rival Erica for seductiveness, especially how she bit her bottom lip when she shot me a cheeky grin over her shoulder.

I let my eyes roam over Emily’s naked curves in the low light, marvelling at how far she’d come since the first day we’d met. Emily had grown a lot since I’d known her, and I was happy to see she was enjoying her sexual side for once. She had often confided in me that she believed her sisters to be pretty while she was the ‘plain Jane’ of the family. As her first-time lover, it was now my duty to make her feel as sexy and wanted as any of her siblings.

What else were estranged half-brothers good for?

I pounced onto the couch just as Emily pulled away, but my brunette sister wasn’t fast enough. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her towards me. She let out a playful squeal and giggle that ended in a moan as my erection slid between her legs. Emily’s pussy lips were slick, warm, and inviting against the shaft of my cock.

“You got me,” Emily panted, looking over her shoulder. “Make me yours.”

I didn’t know what had gotten into Emily since we’d made love for the first time, but I was getting really turned on by her newly found sexuality. She was a strange mix of submissive–like Erica–and dominant like her twin Mel. Emily knew what she wanted and pushed for me to have her that way, but let me be in complete control. I was beginning to see that my sisters were vastly more complex and deep than their–incredibly attractive–exteriors had first led me to believe.

I placed a hand on the back of Emily’s neck and leaned into her, forcing the brunette to lay flat on the couch cushions. She stayed on her knees–her legs parted wide–giving me an unobstructed view of her smooth, soaking pussy. I didn’t let her inviting tunnel distract me as I ran my hands up and down her back, groping her full ass and giving her cheeks a crisp slap, drawing an excited giggle from Emily.

Once finished with my exploration of Emily’s smooth back and juicy ass, I leaned over her body and gripped a fistful of her long, wavy hair. Emily always wore it loose, and it hung around her face before I gathered it into my fist.

“You know I love you, don’t you?” I whispered into her ear as I pulled her head up.

“I do,” Emily moaned, pulling against my grip to turn her head slightly, her lips parted invitingly.

My cock twitched, and a fresh stream of pre-cum oozed forth. My erection was nestled between Emily’s ass cheeks, dripping my pre-cum onto the small of her back, causing Emily to moan and gyrate her hips against my cock.

“Let me show you how much,” I said, then pulled my hips back and angled my cock at her entrance.

It felt like an eternity before I felt Emily’s slick lips part for my cock, but it was worth any length of time to feel just how amazing Emily was. I sank deep into her in one smooth thrust and hilted deep inside her warm channel. Emily gasped and moaned loudly, her eyes still locked onto mine, my fist gripping her hair as I held her in place.

Emily opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off with a kiss. Our tongues met aggressively as I leaned my body weight onto her, pressing my cock as hard and deep into her pussy as I could. I didn’t pull back, thrust, or even rock my hips. I just lay atop her with my rod sheathed deep inside her. Emily’s pussy walls hugged my shaft with such an impossible tightness that I feared any movement would trigger my own orgasm. The play time with Mel before had worked me up a lot, and I was worried I wouldn’t last now.

We lay in that exact position for a few minutes, our mouths connected as we devoured one another. The kiss was exquisite–leaving me light-headed–but more importantly, it gave me time to adjust and relax.

Then I slowly slid my cock out of Emily’s pussy, then buried it deep into her with a quick, hard thrust.

“Oh fuck yes!” Emily growled, burying her face into a cushion to muffle her sounds of pleasure.

I leaned forward, pressing my weight onto Emily’s back as I tried to drive my cock deeper. This motion pushed my lover forward, so she lay flat on her stomach across the couch with her legs parted and, more importantly, entirely at my mercy. I placed my elbow on the couch beside Emily’s head to lift some of my weight off her back. Then I gripped a fistful of her hair with my right hand while I grabbed her hip with my left.

I started slow, withdrawing my cock from her sweet tunnel until just the tip remained before slowly–but firmly–filling her once again. I made sure to add a little extra to each thrust, drawing muffled yelps and squeals from my brunette lover. Emily buried her face in a cushion to stay quiet, but I held her in place as I gradually increased the tempo at which I thrust my cock into her like the piston of a car engine.

Emily’s muffled screams were near constant as I started railing her with little restraint. I was surprised I was being so aggressive with my newest lover since she had only lost her virginity to me less than two hours ago. Erica and I had enjoyed some truly animalistic moments together, but I never expected it from sweet Emily. I wasn’t complaining at all, but I was pleasantly surprised to see how embracing her carnal nature.

I wondered if this was a family trait.

Since Emily was essentially face down and ass up for me, I couldn’t hear anything other than her muffled sounds of pleasure. I occasionally let her up for a deep kiss so she could catch her breath as I continued to pummel her pussy like I was digging for drilling for oil. As a result, the only signal I received that my sister had reached her climax was the increase of warmth and wetness around my crotch. I had learned very quickly that Emily was quite the squirter and was now regretting my decision to fuck her on the family couch without at least putting a towel down.

I released my hold on Emily, lifted myself off her and withdrew my cock from her quaking tunnel, and flipped her onto her back with one smooth motion. I knelt before Emily for a moment, admiring her naked body–her juices slicked her pelvis and thighs as her legs trembled and her stomach fluttered from the intense orgasm.

I felt my cock pulse and knew I was about to cum. Without hesitation, I buried myself deep into Emily again, pressing my naked body into hers. Our foreheads touched, and our eyes met as I sheathed myself inside of her.

With a groan of pleasure–while staring into Emily’s beautiful emerald eyes–I filled her once again.

Chapter 7

I awoke the next day to an empty bed around midday. Emily and I had wanted nothing more than to pass out together on the couch, but we didn’t want Mel to catch us just yet. Neither of us was worried about actually being caught out–since Mel was cool with it–but instead, we wanted to protect our plan to fuck with our platinum-haired sister. So, we managed to drag ourselves to my flat in the middle of the night, not even bothering to put our clothes back on. I was so exhausted I must have slept through Emily waking up and her attempts to rouse me for breakfast.

I rarely missed breakfast, and right now, my stomach was practically banging its plate and fork in a riot at the outrage.

I dragged myself out of bed and showered with a cool spray. I had often opted for cold showers back home to conserve hot water and save money, even if it was winter. But here in Australia, the cool showers felt amazing. The nights were unusually warm for me–even though my sisters had explained that the worst of summer was already over–and the extra-curricular activities I shared with my lovers often left me wanting a refreshing rinse-off each morning. Or a dip in the pool. Today…I thought I’d do both.

I scrubbed myself clean, dried off, and pulled on a pair of shorts before stepping outside. The sun was high overhead, beating down on my bare skin like a hammer to an anvil, My skin was still slightly moist from the shower, and a cool breeze blew my way, causing goosebumps to race along my arms pleasantly.

Emily’s voice drifted up from the backyard as I made my way down to the pool, along with some old rock track I’d heard a thousand times on the radio back home. I knew the band and song and immediately started singing along softly as my lover came into view.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Emily grinned, turning to face me. “Did you sleep well?”

“Next to you, who wouldn’t,” I winked and took a moment to take in her choice of outfit.

Emily’s bikini top was a relatively modest black piece with white trim that covered her perky breasts and pushed them together, creating an enticing display of cleavage. She wore denim shorts that hugged her hips and rode low, hinting at the matching bikini bottom she wore beneath. Her long, wavy brown hair hung down to her lower back, and her skin seemed to almost glow with a soft sheen. I immediately started thinking about the night before and how amazing she felt in my arms.

I stood there for what must have been a full minute as I drank Emily in, and she knew it. She offered me a sweet smile, then bit her bottom lip before spinning away with a flick to her hips.

“Where’s Mel? I asked, my eyes never breaking away from her ass as she worked.

“Right where I need to be,” Mel said, striding through the back door with a stack of plates. “Need a hand with anything?”

I turned to Mel and was equally floored with her as I was with Emily. I would have thought I’d grown accustomed to sexy women wearing hardly anything around this house by now, but I wasn’t. Mel’s hair was loose today, flowing down her back to her tight ass like a snowy cloak of the finest silk. Mel was dressed in a scandalously tiny bikini of plain black. The straps of her bikini looked almost wider than the tiny rectangles that covered her small, pale nipples, and the minuscule patch of cloth between her legs would have been lucky to cover a single pubic hair–If she’d had any.

“Woah,” I said, staring blatantly at Mel’s near-naked body.

“I think we broke him,” Mel said to Emily.

“I’m sure there’s something we can do to fix him,” Emily giggled, turning away from the food she had been preparing.

“Food first. I’m starving,” Mel said, her eyes lingering on my bare chest as I ogled her body.

Emily had prepared a light lunch of burritos and tacos. The salads and meats were laid out neatly before us so we could make out own. I hadn’t ever had a homemade burrito before, and it took three tries before Mel showed me how to roll one without the insides falling out.

“You want to make sure it’s nice and tight,” Mel said as she rolled my burrito.

Her words–as always–held a second meaning as she stood between me and the table. Her tight ass pressed hard against my crotch while I held onto her hips as I watched her demonstration.

“I get it now,” I said softly into her ear as I pressed my cock harder against her. “Thanks for the hand.”

I grabbed my plate of food and kissed Mel on the cheek before slipping away from my platinum-haired sibling. It was one of the toughest things I’d ever done, but Mel’s barely audible groan of disappointment was worth it.

The twins and I sat around eating, talking, and laying out in the sun for most of the day. I’d spent a lot of time with Emily yesterday and planned to hang out with Mel more today, but the twins seemed content to lounge around the pool and swim. I had no objections what-so-ever, especially after Emily shimmied out of her shorts and dove into the pool.

It was like living in the Playboy mansion.

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” Emily said, climbing out of the pool.

“Need someone to scrub your back?” Mel asked, and I wasn’t sure if she asked for herself or me.

“Tempting,” Emily grinned. “But no, it’s okay. You two enjoy yourselves.”

I felt Emily’s departure was more than just her desire to shower, and I didn’t think Mel had anything to do with it. My wavy-haired lover was setting her sister up again.

And now it was my turn.

Mel had laid herself out on one of the pool chairs. The large, floppy hat and oversized black sunglasses gave her the look of a spoiled brat. The sun seemed to bounce off her porcelain skin that shimmered with the oils she meticulously applied to herself whenever Mel exposed herself to a lot of sun. It helped keep her skin as white as snow and softer than silk.

“I love it when you stare at my body,” Mel said suddenly, and I realised I was staring openly.

“I can’t help it,” I smirked. “You’re just too distracting.”

“Says the hunk of a man with his shirt off in my vicinity,” Mel pursed her lips.

“You could take yours off, too,” I said, eyeing her barely concealed breasts.

Mel sat up and stripped her minuscule top from her body without hesitation, flinging it in my direction.

“That’s better,” Mel grinned.

The sound of the front door slamming echoed through the house and into the backyard. I panicked for a split second that someone would catch Mel topless, but then I saw Erica through the sliding glass door. She grinned at me, dropped her handbag on the kitchen counter, and strode through the open door.

“Did you all miss me?” Erica asked, beaming a huge smile as she stepped into my arms.

“Of course I did,” I pulled Erica against me and kissed her deeply. I felt her hands run down my naked back as she urgently pulled me against her.

“Fucking hell, I missed your cock,” Erica whispered into my ear. Her breath was hot and arousing, sending a fresh wave of blood to my already straining erection.

My dick throbbed and begged to be allowed inside her luscious body again. But Erica pulled away after our kiss and turned to Mel.

“I think you have the right idea, dear sister,” Erica said, then pulled her top over her head. Erica was naked in less than ten seconds except for a cherry red string bikini bottom she had been wearing under her mini-skirt.

My cock pulsed angrily and threatened to tear a hole through my shorts.

Just then, the front door slammed once again. I expected to see Amanda coming through the kitchen as Erica had–and possibly chastise Erica and Mel for being topless–but I didn’t see my eldest sister.

“I’m gonna murder him,” Erica sighed, crossing her arms under her breasts.

“Not if I do it first,” Mel frowned dangerously.

“I’m gonna take a wild stab in the dark and assume Craig’s done something to piss Amanda off,” I said, looking between Mel and Erica.

“Ding ding ding, you’re a winner,” Erica replied, smiling wide.

“What do I win,” I chuckled.

“The chance to talk to Manda and make her feel better,” Erica said.

“That doesn’t sound like much of a prize,” I sighed.

“It is for her if you keep your shirt off,” Erica shrugged, barely hiding her smile.

“Even more so if you pull out your dick,” Mel giggled in a way that made me think of Emily.

“I’m just a piece of meat to you ladies, aren’t I?” I chucked.

“Damn right,” Erica said, slapping me on the ass. “Now go cheer Manda up.”

A few minutes later, I was standing outside Amanda’s bedroom door, feeling more than a little anxious. I wasn’t sure what was bothering the eldest of my sisters, but I took a wild guess that it had to do with Craig. They’d gone away together for the weekend, and she wasn’t due back for another couple of hours. That mother fucker really needed to pull his head out of his ass.

I took a deep breath, knocked sharply on Amanda’s door, and waited. Like last time, Amanda took a minute or so to answer the door.

“Hey, Nick,” she said with a small smile. “What’s up?”

I noticed how she held the door partially closed, her unkempt hair and the slightly heavy rise of her chest from exertion, and finally, how her nipples outlined on her white tank top. Unlike last time, I was switched on enough to understand what Amanda was getting up to, and I felt embarrassed for interrupting.

“Just came to see how you’re doing,” I smiled, noticing how Amanda’s eyes flittered down to my chest almost as often as mine did to hers.

“Yeah, sorry for storming in like that,” Amanda smiled. “It’s been a long weekend, and I’m super tired.”

“That’s okay. I just wanted to offer a chat if you needed one,” I said. “In case something is on your mind.”

I would have killed to know what was running through Amanda’s pretty little head as she studied me for a moment. She smiled finally and seemed to relax.

“Actually…I’d really like that,” Amanda nodded. “Give me a minute to change, and I’ll meet you in the living room.”

“Sounds good,” I grinned. “I should probably go put a shirt on.”

Amanda held the door partially closed for a moment, almost as if in a trance. “Yeah…that would be best.”

I estimated it would take Amanda at least fifteen minutes to get ready. I thought she looked incredible–as always–but I knew enough about women to know that they always took five times longer to get ready than was needed. They always seemed to see themselves in a worse light.

Erica and Mel were still outside when I exited the house, both still naked from the waist up. Their breasts begged for my attention, and I had to check my footing to ensure I didn’t walk straight into the pool as I ogled their marvelous melons. Neither woman looked my way, but I could tell they had noticed me by their body language. Mel’s hand rested on Erica’s thigh, and Erica leaned in close as Mel spoke. Their faces were mere inches apart.

I knew they were fucking with me, but I couldn’t help but wonder–and not for the first time–if there were any real attractions between the siblings.

I managed to get away without embarrassing myself in front of my sisters and made it to the solitude of my flat. Hanging around Erica and Mel was a recipe for trouble, a sexy recipe for trouble that would most likely steal away the rest of the day. Normally I would be down to clown with either or both of them, but Amanda was expecting me, and I suspected she wouldn’t be too thrilled at being stood up so I could fool around with our sisters. Amanda had started coming around to the idea of my incestual relationships with her siblings, but I could tell it still made her uncomfortable.

Since I’d been swimming for most of the afternoon, I decided to jump in the shower to wash off the scent of sweat and chlorine. I scrubbed myself down quickly before drying and dressing in faded jeans and a band t-shirt. I briefly checked myself in the mirror as I tied my hair back. My beard had grown more since coming to Australia and was starting to look scraggly. I had always been clean-shaven back home, as it helped land and keep jobs, but now I had free time to grow a beard. I was starting to like the look. I just needed to find a barber to help maintain it.

I’m sure the girls would appreciate the effort.

Satisfied with how I looked, I grabbed my phone and left my flat, heading down to the house, leaving my wallet and keys behind. I wasn’t expecting to go anywhere, so I didn’t even put any shoes on. The concrete was warm underfoot but not scorching as It had been when I first arrived. Apparently, that week had been one of the hottest of the entire year.

Emily had joined her sisters outside when I finished, sitting by the edge of the pool chatting with the others. Mel and Erica were still topless in the pool, but even their near-naked bodies couldn’t take away the fresh arousal I felt for Emily. Her hair was still slick from her shower, and her shirt clung to her body where she hadn’t completely dried her skin. She shot me a smile when she spotted me looking at her, then bit her bottom lip, but neither Emily, Mel, or Erica said a word or moved to intercept or distract me.

I swear these girls had a super secret way of communicating.

With more willpower than I thought possible, I left the sunny backyard and bouncy, wet boobs for the interior of the main house. I had been out by the pool all day and was glad to be dry and warm, but who knows what would have happened if I’d stayed in the water, especially with Erica. She really was a bad influence on her sisters.

For now, I put my sexy sister-lovers from my mind and focused on Amanda. She seemed to be having a tough time of late, and I wanted to ensure she was alright and, if not, try to cheer her up. It didn’t matter that we weren’t intimate or romantic. I wanted to be there for her.

And it had nothing to do with the fact that she made my heart skip a beat with each smile. Or that the feel of her lips against mine still haunted me. Nope, none of that had any effect on my feelings for her whatsoever.

At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

I checked the living room first but didn’t find Amanda. Next, I checked her room just in case she was still getting ready, but I found her bedroom door open and no sign of Amanda anywhere.

I was beginning to worry about Amanda. What if she’d just left without telling anyone? Why would she do that? I hadn’t known these women for all that long, but I had a good feeling for their characters, and I knew without a doubt that Amanda wouldn’t up and leave without saying anything to anyone. I was sure…but I decided to check if her car was gone. Just in case I was wrong.

After leaving Amanda’s room and descending the stairs, I headed for the front door, but a sound from the garage caught my attention. The garage had been heavily soundproofed and used as a rehearsal space, but it was impossible to completely block out musical instruments’ noise. I listened carefully and picked out the distinct sound of an acoustic guitar. The soundproofing heavily muffled the notes to the point I could barely make out a tune, but it was there. I stood there for a long moment, debating whether or not to disturb her. It was clear that playing the guitar was a painful memory for her because of our father.

I took a deep breath–then another–before gently opening the garage door. Amanda had wanted to talk, so she must have expected me to find her here.

Amanda was sitting across from the garage door on an old two-seater couch of grey fabric. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail as she cradled the same acoustic guitar I played with Emily yesterday. Amanda’s fingers moved gracefully along the fretboard as she played. The fingers of her right hand plucked at the strings elegantly with a flamenco style of playing that only the best guitarists I knew could manage with any skill.

And Amanda wasn’t making any mistakes.

I closed the door and stood silent as she played, a mixture of awe and not wanting to disturb her moment. Emily had always said Amanda was a great guitar player, and I believed her, but I was expecting high-speed shredding and sweep-picking. What she played now made everything else look like child’s play. I’d have bet my left nut that Amanda was classicly trained.

“Hey,” Amanda said, finally looking up from the guitar.

‘That was incredible,” I said, taking a step closer to her.

“I was so rusty,” Amanda smiled softly. “I made so many mistakes.”

“If that’s what you call rusty, I’m gonna quit right now,” I chuckled.

That drew a broad smile from Amanda, and I felt my heart stop for just a second as I took her in. Her eyes were smokey from her makeup and partially smudged, and it looked like she had been crying, but she carefully cleaned up any streaks. I was so fucking in love with this woman that it hurt not to have her.

“Are you still free to talk?” Amanda asked.

“Always,” I smiled.

Amanda patted the cushion beside her and leaned the guitar against the side of the couch. I sat beside my eldest sister and quickly realised the couch was only just wide enough for two people. I was much broader across the shoulders than Amanda and took up much of her space as I did mine. I guessed the couch worked better when two of my sisters sat side-by-side, but Amanda didn’t seem to mind being so close to me. She even leaned into me, resting her head on my shoulder.

The silence stretched for about fifteen minutes, but it was far from awkward. I tried to commit the scent of her shampoo to memory and the feel of her warm body pressed against my side. It felt so natural that I didn’t even think about it when I put my arm around Amanda. It was only when my hand rested on her hip that I thought I may have gone too far. But Amanda only nuzzled deeper into me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

“So, what do you need to talk about?” I asked finally.

“You know who,” Amanda said quietly.

“I do…and I’m on your side,” I said with little hesitation.

“Why can’t more guys be like you,” Amanda said, then sat up quickly. “I’m so sorry. That was a bitchy thing to say.”

“It’s okay. You can’t help it that ordinary men can’t stack up against me,” I chuckled, then jokingly flexed my right bicep.

Amanda rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop smiling.” Aren’t you supposed to be the oldest?”

“Guys mature slower than girls,” I winked.

“Clearly,” Amanda shoved me playfully.

“Is you-know-who the reason you came in here to play guitar?” I asked after a few minutes.

“Partially,” Amanda answered. “Playing always reminds me of Dad, and I wanted to forget about everything else for a little while.”

“You’re very talented,” I said finally. “If what I saw was you without practice, then I can confidently say you’d smoke me in a guitar battle.”

“You’re not too shabby yourself,” Amanda smiled so brightly that her eyes seemed to sparkle. “But yeah…I could smoke you.”

“No wonder Craig doesn’t want you playing guitar,” I laughed.

“You said you would be on my side when it came to him,” Amanda cut me off.

“I never said I’d defend his shoddy guitar playing,” I smirked.

“Fine,” Amanda barely suppressed a smile. “But only between us. I don’t need you giving the others any ideas.”

“So…are you alright?” I asked, and immediately face palmed myself internally for asking something so obvious.

Amanda sighed, staring down at her hands. “Not really. I haven’t been for a while.”

“Talk to me, Goose,” I nudged Amanda’s shoulder with mine.

“That was Dad’s favourite movie,” Amanda smiled.

“Not surprising. It is a fantastic movie, after all,” I said. “But stop trying to change the subject. I need you to give me a reason not to ruin Craig’s pretty face for upsetting you.”

“He isn’t THAT pretty,” Amanda sighed.

“He’s prettier than most girls I’ve met,” I laughed.

“Probably looks at himself in the mirror more,” Amanda smirked.

“How come you’re allowed to make fun of him, but I can’t?” I asked with mock outrage.

“Because I said so,” Amanda stuck her tongue out.

“I thought the youngest got spoiled,” I laughed.

“I am not spoiled!” Amanda laughed, shoving me once again.

I shoved her back lightly, and then Amanda was on top of me, laughing as she playfully smacked at my chest. I instinctively moved my hands to her sides, finding her ticklish spots without even trying. Amanda squealed ad thrashed as she tried to pull away.

“No! Nick!” Amanda giggled, trying to pull my hands away from her ticklish sides. “Stop! I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Tickle tickle,” I grinned, continuing my assault. I wrapped my left arm around Amanda’s waist and held her against me as the fingers of my right hand trailed up and down her ribs.

“I swear I’ll kill you!” Amanda laughed almost hysterically.

I paused for a moment, letting Amanda catch her breath. It was then that the position of our bodies sank in. Amanda had straddled my waist, my crotch pressed against hers, and I could almost taste the swell of her generous breasts that hovered a mere inch from my face. I felt my cock swell with blood as my mind caught up with my body.

“Do you yield?” I asked, hoping to gloss over any embarrassment by acting normal.

“Never,” Amanda replied, scrunching up her nose in a cute way.

The door to the garage swung open suddenly, causing Amanda to all but leap from my lap. I had slid down on the couch, leaving nowhere for her to sit, so she ended up planting her perfect ass on my feet. I instantly wondered how it would feel if she’d landed on the other end of the couch, which didn’t help with my erection.

Mel stood in the doorway, wearing a short black top that left her stomach bare and her minuscule bikini bottoms.

“Normally, I wouldn’t interrupt you two. Especially when I’m sure you were about to fuck,” Mel said casually. “But your useless piece of flesh attached to a penis is here.”

Amanda gave me a quick look before standing up and straightening her clothes. Her top had ridden up, showing her milky white flesh that promised to be softer than cream and more delicious than sin.

“Don’t be a bitch, Mel,” Amanda replied with less conviction than she usually did when defending Craig.

“But it’s who I am, dearest sister,” Mel smiled sweetly.

“You’re lucky I love you,” Amanda shook her head, smiling.

“I know,” Mel said. “And don’t worry, I’ll keep Nick all warmed up for you.”

“Not while we have company!” Amanda said sharply in a hushed tone as if she worried Craig was just outside.

“You’re too easy,” Mel grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Besides, Craig is so busy ogling Erica’s tits that Nick could fuck us both right here, door open, and he probably wouldn’t even notice. I’d be happy to prove it if you don’t believe me.”

“You’re terrible,” Amanda said, barely hiding a smile.

“I know,” Mel smirked.

Chapter 8

Craig was indeed fixated on Erica’s tits when Amanda, Mel, and I emerged from the house. Erica had at least donned a top since I’d last seen her, but it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her heavy breasts bobbed from side to side pleasantly every time she shifted in her seat. I wasn’t overly thrilled by Craig’s staring, but it was more for Amanda’s sake than any jealousy. Anyone could look at Erica, but I’d be inside her later tonight, not them.

Mel left my side and took a seat with her twin at the large outdoor table. Emily looked cute, wearing one of my shirts with her wavy hair tied up in a messy ponytail. It didn’t look suspicious or out of place since Emily often wore overly large, men’s style t-shirts. Besides, Craig wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, even when there wasn’t a set of military-grade distractions in front of him.

“What are you doing here?” Amanda asked, folding her arms under her breasts.

“Hey babe,” Craig said, tearing his eyes away from Erica, and he at least had the decency to face her.

“What do you want?” Amanda asked, sighing heavily.

“Can we have some privacy?” Craig asked, glancing around at the small audience.

“We had plenty of privacy. But that wasn’t good enough at the time,” Amanda snapped.

I made an internal ‘Oh snap.’ At Amanda’s response, and saw a look of approval on Erica’s face and an amused smile on Mel’s lips. Amanda had never stood up to Craig in my presence, and the reaction from our sisters made me believe they hadn’t seen it very often–if at all.

“Come on, babe,” Craig actually pleaded. “Just hear me out. I want to make it up to you.”

Amanda stood silent and still as stone for what felt like an hour but was no more than a dozen seconds. Her shoulders relaxed, and she ran her fingers through her thick, raven hair. I noticed the gesture as something I often did when I was nervous or worried.

“Fine. Let’s go for a drive,” Amanda said finally, then turned to me. “Can you help Emily sort dinner? I shouldn’t be too long.”

“No problem,” I nodded, keeping my expression calm.

“Let’s go,” Amanda said to Craig, not sounding too enthusiastic.

Emily, Erica, Mel, and I waited silently as Amanda left the house with Craig. The blonde, pretty boy never glanced back as he walked out. But Amanda shot me a look before the front door closed behind her, and she looked confused.

“I thought she was going to do it,” Erica said.

“If Craig hadn’t shown up, she probably would have,” Mel replied.

“Wait…what?” Erica asked.

“Amanda was all but bent over and begging our dear brother to rail her,” Mel grinned.

“Hardly,” I shook my head. “You just caught us in a precarious position.”

“That’s why she looked so flustered,” Erica smiled. “But no, I was talking about her dumping Craig. I’ve never seen Manda stand up to him like that.”

“I know,” Emily jumped into the conversation. “I was so hoping this was the night.”

“I know what you mean. I really want to see the look on his stupid face,” Mel agreed.

“Come on, girls. Let’s butt out of Amanda’s love life,” I said. “She’s a big girl and can make her own decisions.”

“Nick, my dearest brother,” Mel smiled sweetly. “You, of all people, should be rooting for her to break up with that overinflated ego. We all know that if Amanda weren’t tied down with that waste of oxygen, she’d have shared your bed the first night you arrived.”

“I don’t think so,” I said, but then I remembered the party and how Amanda had been the first to kiss me. It wasn’t the first night, but it was close enough.

“I love you, Nick. But it took me a few days to understand my feelings and really love you,” Emily said. “I found you attractive, but it wasn’t until we spent time together that I fell for you. Amanda didn’t need that.”

“Same,” Erica nodded. “At first, I just wanted to fuck you. You’re so sexy, and the thought of having sex with my brother was so wrong it turned me on. But I could tell Amanda was smitten with you before she even picked you up from the airport.”

“You intrigued me at first,” Mel added. “I thought you were handsome, and you are an obviously wonderful person. You make each of my sisters happy, which means more to me than anything. I love you too. I really do. But it wasn’t instantaneous. Not like Manda.”

“Well…” I said, thinking about their words. “You girls certainly know how to make a guy feel special.”

“Of course we do. We are amazing after all,” Mel smiled. “Now, who’s down for an orgy?”

Everyone laughed, including Mel, but I couldn’t help but wonder if she was being serious or not. She still assumed Emily, and I hadn’t slept together, so I guessed she was joking. But then again, I never knew what was going on in her pretty little head.

I started preparing dinner with the assistance of my sisters and was a little surprised at how eager Erica was to help out. My busty lover needed directions in almost everything, but she never lost her smile as she worked. I decided to keep dinner simple with a tasty chicken and pasta dish my mother always made. It was cheap, filling, and tasted great–and more importantly–I wanted to make sure Mel and Amanda were able to eat it.

“If you can’t eat the chicken, I can make you something else,” I said to Mel. She had been silent during the course of preparing dinner, but I just wanted to make sure.

“Chicken will be fine. Thank you for the offer, though,” Mel smiled sweetly.

“Just trying to be helpful,” I grinned.

“Then maybe you should give me some more meat for dessert,” Mel said, stepping close and slipping her thigh between my legs to press against my crotch. “I’ll always have enough room for that.”

My cock bounced to life instantly at the closeness of her body. Mel was so much shorter than me that I was almost grinding against her hips, forcing the petite girl to stand on her toes as she leaned into me. I could easily pick her up–bend her over the kitchen counter–and have my way with her right here. I doubted that either Emily or Erica would mind in the slightest. But there was the issue of Amanda coming home soon, and she may or may not have Craig with her when she did.

Mel probably believed she was still fucking with me. As far as she knew, I hadn’t had sex since the morning Erica left, so she would assume I was blue-balling. Instead, I had pumped her twin full of my seed more times than I could remember since last night. I was horny–no denying that–but I had a release.

She hadn’t.

“As hot as this would be,” Erica said, looking from Mel to me and back again. “We need to get dinner ready before our dear sister and her dead-weight return.”

“Do you think Manda will bring him back?” Emily asked as she stirred the pasta.

“Amanda doesn’t make the best choices…so yeah, she probably will,” Erica rolled her eyes and sighed.

The front door opened on queue as if we were in some shitty nineties sitcom. Craig’s voice rang through the house like a gunshot, destroying the wholesome and horny mood that had settled over the kitchen. Amanda really needed to get rid of this guy.

Craig strolled into the kitchen as if he owned the house, his eyes giving Erica a quick once over before turning to me.

“Hey, man. You keen for our show coming up?” Craig asked as if he hadn’t just ogled my sister’s body in front of me.

“Yeah, it should be a good one. I’m looking forward to playing some more,” I nodded, letting his wandering eyes slide for now.

“We’ll have a few more rehearsal sessions before the gig, so we’ll be fine,” Craig said, then glanced around the kitchen. “What’s for dinner?”

Amanda followed Craig into the kitchen late enough that she wouldn’t have seen her boyfriend’s eyes wandering all over her younger sister. She gave me a pleasant smile before looping her arm through Craig’s and leading him over to the dining table and away from her sister’s disapproving glares.

“I cannot believe I am about to serve this cretin a meal,” Mel said, her cute nose scrunched up in a look of distaste.

“Can you try to be civil towards Craig for me?” I asked, flashing what I hoped was my most charming smile.

“I’ll do anything for you…Big brother,” Mel said, placing a hand on my crotch to emphasise her words.

My back was to the dining room, effectively shielding Mel from view. My petite sibling used her tactical positioning to full advantage as she stroked my ever-hardening cock. I leaned back against the kitchen counter and spread my legs a touch. Mel took my sign of acceptance and stepped closer, deftly unbuttoning my jeans and lowering my fly before sliding her hand inside. I gasped softly as her fingers found my shaft and instinctively glanced over my shoulder, afraid that Craig or Amanda might notice.

Amanda held her phone to her ear as she stepped through the sliding door to the backyard, and Craig’s eyes were fixated on Erica once more as she took a seat at the dining table opposite the blonde man. Erica leaned forward to speak to Emily–seated on the other side of where Amanda had been–framing her impressive breasts. My second eldest sister tucked her red-streaked fringe behind her ear, giving me a subtle wink. I glanced at Emily and saw a barely suppressed, mischievous smile creeping across her lips.

These girls were good.

“We always look out for one another,” Mel said as if reading my mind.

“I can see that,” I smiled at the beautiful, silver-haired vixen stroking my cock.

My jeans slipped down, pooling around my knees as Mel pumped my shaft with her left hand. Then she trailed her fingers up and down my stomach with her right hand. Her hands were incredibly soft, and her porcelain skin contrasted heavily against my darker complexion. I was far from a bronze-tanned model–living in England my whole life made that all but impossible–but a decade of outdoor manual labour jobs had helped rid myself of the standard pale English complexion.

“Fuck you have a nice cock,” Mel said quietly, sounding as if she were mesmerised by my erection.

I opened my mouth to speak but closed it immediately as Mel’s right hand joined in on my shaft. Mel pursed her lips, then opened her mouth slowly, sliding her tongue out. A stream of saliva ran down her tongue and over her bottom lip before falling away to land expertly on the tip of my penis. My body shuddered as Mel’s hands worked her saliva into my cock with twisting up and down motions. Mel let another three drops of saliva leave her mouth, never breaking eye contact with me.

“I bet that feels nice and warm,” Mel said, leaving her lips parted just enough for me to see her wet, warm tongue.

Mel suddenly let go of my shaft and stepped away from the kitchen counter, leaving me with my pants down and cock out for anyone to see had they wandered into the kitchen. I knocked a fork onto the floor and knelt to collect it, pulling my jeans up and stuffing my angry erection away in the process. I knew Mel was messing with me, which didn’t make me feel so bad about the night before.

I turned around just in time to see Amanda walk in from outside. Mel had curiously taken the seat next to her twin, which put her in between Craig and Emily. I didn’t like that much at all since she was still so scantily clad. Craig’s eyes wandered over her bare skin for a moment but returned to Erica’s breasts like a deer in headlights.

Does this man have no self-control?

Amanda came into the kitchen and gave me a warm smile. “I’ll help serve out the food.”

“You don’t have to,” I said.

“Trying to tell me what I can and can’t do now?” Amanda arched a perfect eyebrow.

“Just taking your lead,” I winked.

Amanda grinned and shook her head; then her smile dropped as her eyes locked onto something behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see Craig all but drooling over Erica’s display of cleavage.

“Hey, you alright?” I asked Amanda.

“Yeah…let’s eat,” Amanda said, forcing a smile.

Amanda and I served up the food and took the remaining seats, and Mel’s sly wink confirmed my suspicions about her choice of seating. I was currently situated between Erica and Amanda, with an erection that refused to go away.

Craig took up most of the conversation at the table, mostly just talking about music and his band. No one other than Amanda really engaged with him, but he didn’t seem to care. Craig kept talking like he was the most important person in the room. I chimed in on occasion when the topic of bands and music came up, partly to make Amanda happy and partly because I was in a band with the guy. I should at least try to find some common ground.

Common ground that didn’t involve nailing my eldest sister.

The other three had been strangely quiet for the entire meal. Mel hadn’t even cracked any jokes toward Craig. She was texting away furiously on her phone most of the time and sharing pointed looks with Erica and Emily. Halfway through my meal, I realised all three of them were using their phones with varying degrees of secrecy.

“It’s about you,” Erica leaned close and whispered into my ear. “All good, of course.”

I looked to Mel, seated across from me, and the white-haired vixen shot me a playful wink before her thumbs blurred out another message to one–or both–of her sisters.

“You three are nuts,” I whispered back to Erica when Craig was distracted.

“Just wait for it,” Erica said.

“For what?” I asked.

Erica nodded across the table to the twins. I glanced over to see Emily typing on her phone. She looked up, brushed her hair away from her face, and gave me a cheeky smile before pressing send on her phone. Mel’s phone vibrated as she took a drink of water and casually picked it up like she had a dozen times so far at dinner.

Mel coughed, choking on the water for a second before she composed herself.

“Watch that gag reflex,” Erica smirked.

Everyone chuckled at her joke, even Amanda. It wasn’t often anyone got one-up on Mel since she was always so composed and usually the most intelligent person in the room at any given time. Mel’s mind was as sharp and witty as she was beautiful and sexy. It’s what I loved about her.

Mel glared at Erica silently, then her twin, before settling her intense eyes on me. My phone chimed in my pocket, which was odd since I only ever used it to contact the people in this room. I pulled it out to see I had a message from Emily.

“She knows ;).”

My phone chimed again with a message from Mel, and I glanced up to see her eyes still locked onto me. Had she even looked away long enough to type?

“Just you wait.”

Mel didn’t smile, not even once, during the remainder of dinner. She also didn’t send a single text after the one to me. Mel just stared at me like she was seeing into my soul and tearing away every fibre of my being. I was beginning to think that fucking with her might have been a huge mistake, and I got the feeling that Mel held a grudge.

“I’ll help clean up,” I stood and started clearing the table.

“I won’t stop you,” Amanda smiled. “But I will help.”

Mel’s eyes followed me as I moved around the table in a creepy, sexy way that mixed a touch of fear into my arousal. Emily gave me a cheeky smile, and Erica gave me ass a squeeze as I passed her. Then, Emily and Erica made themselves scarce with half-hearted excuses of feeling tired or wanting to play music.

Craig hung around the kitchen and helped himself to a beer from the fridge, and Amanda and I cleaned up. Mel stayed in her seat, her eyes fixed on me, only dropping away to stare daggers at Craig when it was evident he wasn’t leaving. I could see the rise of Mel’s chest, signalling that she was either angry or extremely excited. I was going to assume it was a little of both.

“I’ll be in my bunk,” Mel said, suddenly standing and striding from the room without looking back.

“Mel is acting stranger than usual,” Amanda said, a look of worry crossing her beautiful face.

“She’s always been a bit tapped,” Craig chuckled.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say, Craig,” Amanda chastised her boyfriend.

“Well, she is. I’m not surprised she is still single,” Craig replied with a lazy grin. “She’s hot and all but a complete nut.”

My jaw tensed at Craig’s insult. I didn’t care if I was supposed to be in a band with this fucker, or if he was Amanda’s boyfriend. I had promised her I would take her side, but I was not going to stand here and listen to him talk about one of my women that way.

Amanda’s hand on my arm calmed me almost instantly. One moment I was ready to break Craig’s jaw as my vision flashed red, but the soothing touch of Amanda’s hand on my arm flooded through my body. My eldest sibling gave me a sad look, then turned to her boyfriend with a look that mimicked my own emotions.

“Get out,” Amanda commanded in a cold, stern voice.

Craig looked shocked at Amanda’s tone and actually had the decency for once to look ashamed. He stood and held his hands out apologetically before looking at me, then back to Amanda.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he said.

“I know what you meant,” Amanda cut him off. “Get out.”

“You know I don’t always think before I speak,” Craig argued. “No filter and all.”

“It’ll be best if you go, Craig,” I added, softening my voice a little to take the edge off.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll go,” Craig nodded, giving Amanda an ashamed look. “I’m sorry.”

Craig turned and left without another word, Amanda’s eyes glued to his back the entire time. I half expected Craig to whip his phone out and start texting without a care in the world as he left, but I think even he had more decency than that. I was genuinely surprised at the show of emotion from him when Amanda got mad. Maybe there was more to the self-absorbed egomaniac than I thought.

“Fuck he makes me so mad sometimes,” Amanda slammed her fist down on the kitchen counter. “Why does he have to be such a jerk.”

“I think he realised he fucked up,” I said, surprised at my half-hearted defence of Craig.

“I know he did,” Amanda took a deep breath. “The problem is, he keeps doing shit like this and making it up to me later. You’d think he’d learn by now.”

“I don’t think Craig uses his brain very often,” I replied.

Amanda laughed, then smiled. “No…no, he doesn’t.

“So why are you with him?” I asked. “I’m genuinely curious.”

“He can be sweet and caring,” Amanda sighed. “Especially at the beginning and when we are alone. I know he acts like a bit of an alpha-male douche around his friends, but what guy doesn’t?”

“I don’t,” I said matter-of-factly.

“How do I know?” Amanda smirked. “You don’t have any friends.”

“Ouch,” I chuckled. “And here I thought you loved me.”

“I’m your sister,” Amanda patted my cheek. “I have to love you.”

The tension in the air suddenly thickened, and it was like we were n the garage early. I was suddenly very aware of how close she stood to me, and the phantom feeling of her body against mine amplified the touch of her hand on my cheek. My eyes dropped to her full lips, slightly parted with a soft wetness to them that promised the heavens and more. My cock hadn’t fully settled down from earlier and now strained against my jeans as if trying to reach out and grab Amanda to compensate for my hands being stationary.

“I should go,” Amanda said finally. “Are you right to finish up?”

“Yeah, no worries,” I nodded. “Are you going to be alright?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Are you?”

“Always,” I smiled.

“Goodnight,” Amanda returned my smile as she backed away.

“Goodnight,” I nodded.

I was positive Amanda was waiting for me to make a move on her, even if she wouldn’t openly admit it. I knew with utmost certainty that this was the night I could have her entirely to myself. But still, I hesitated. She and Craig hadn’t actually broken up. She’d just kicked him out for being a dick. I could easily take her in my arms, kiss her and spend the night in her room. It would be a memorable moment for both of us, but it might also cause unnecessary problems. I didn’t want Amanda to regret our first night together. Craig was a jerk, but Amanda was clearly very loyal. I couldn’t fault her for that, and I wouldn’t put her in a situation she couldn’t refuse.

I hadn’t known my siblings for long, but at the same time, it felt like I’d known them for my entire life. I felt such a solid connection to them that I couldn’t seem to remember what it was like without them. I definitely knew I could never go without them again. I loved each of them, and it was with that strong connection that I knew without a doubt that Amanda’s willpower would crumble under any pressure.

I couldn’t let myself take advantage of her like that.

I pondered on thoughts about Amanda as I finished up in the kitchen. I was so caught up in the work and my own head that I didn’t hear my phone chime. I picked it up, unlocked the screen, and saw I had three new messages.

One from each of my sisters, bar Amanda.

I opened the oldest message first–from Erica.

“Have fun tonight, lover. I’ll be thinking about you. Xoxo.”

I absently started stroking myself as I thought about Erica. I read the message over a few times before closing my eyes and remembering our last night together. She was just upstairs in her room, and it started to sink in that I could be with this woman every day. I smiled and opened the following message from Emily while still stroking myself.

“OMG! I’ve never seen Mel like this before. I can’t tell if she is mad or not. I’m a little bit scared. You should go play with her so she doesn’t do something mean to me ;).”

I chuckled at Emily’s text. I was definitely a little scared of the way Mel was looking at me. Well, scared and a little aroused at the same time. It was almost like her being outplayed had broken her brain a little. Like she couldn’t fathom how her twin–who I must admit isn’t the brightest bulb in the box–and her meathead half-brother was able to turn her little game around on her so well.

I thought about replying to Emily, but I wanted to check my last message first. It was from Mel.

“I’m coming for you.”

The words sent a shiver down my spine. It was like a message someone received in a horror movie, right before some knife-wielding psycho showed up.

I listened out for footsteps, knowing that Mel had gone to her room. Occasional movement overhead told me the girls were in their rooms, but I didn’t know enough about the house layout to know which room was above the kitchen. I turned to face where the stairs were, then followed an invisible line, up and down the hallway to where I stood. I suspected Amanda’s room was right above the dining area, which meant I was standing more underneath Erica’s. The twin’s rooms were on the opposite side of the house, which meant I might not hear Mel coming.

I doubted the platinum-haired vixen would come down so soon after her revelation. Mel enjoyed theatrics and playing games, and she enjoyed showing up when least expected, usually wearing as revealing an outfit as possible to get a rise out of me. I made an educated guess that she would come to me in my flat later tonight or not at all and get me sometime tomorrow. She would have the equivalent of lady blue-balls, but she was also devious and patient.

I glanced at the stairs and smiled, knowing what I had to do.

Chapter 9

I crept up the stairs barefoot, careful not to alert anyone to my presence. It didn’t matter if the others knew I was on my way to visit Mel–even Amanda–but I was enjoying the feeling of sneaking around and taking my women off guard. I was almost constantly surprised by what my sisters could and would do once they set their minds to it, and I’d spend most of my time here reacting to their advances. It was time to give a few surprises of my own.

Starting with the silver-haired minx.

I winced a little at every slight creak as I ascended the stairs. The silence of the house made each groan sound like a thunderous stampede of elephants. I hadn’t remembered the stairs ever creaking this much at any other time and realised it must just be my imagination at the moment.

Although it felt like it’d taken half an hour, I made it to the top without incident and glanced down the hallway. I could immediately see Amanda and Erica’s doors were closed, and the bathroom door was open beyond them. No light came from the bathroom, so I assumed the girls were all in their rooms. I slowly crept down the hall, the soft carpet silencing my footsteps. I heard music coming from Amanda’s room, but it was faint–almost like it was coming from deep in her room. I stopped for a moment to listen and picked up the telltale sounds of a running shower.

My brain immediately conjured up images of Amanda in the shower. Her long, raven hair clinging to her porcelain skin as the steamy spray of her shower coated her naked flesh. I was hard in an instant and seriously considered testing my luck with the eldest of my siblings. I ultimately decided against it, especially since Amanda had respected my privacy the most out of my sisters, and I didn’t want to invade hers. Even though I desperately wanted to see her birthday suit.

I shook my head and summoned enough willpower to push on. It would be way too creepy to try and spy on her and a breach of trust in our relationship. I also wanted to focus on Mel for the night.

Before turning the corner, I stalked my way by Erica’s room and the main bathroom. Emily and Mel’s bedrooms were side by side, but Emily’s door was open enough to stream light into the hallway. I stopped at Emily’s door and pushed it open gently.

Emily was lying on her stomach across her bed, wearing a large set of headphones, like ones you’d see in a music recording studio. I didn’t even the faintest hum of music from them and guessed they were super expensive and high quality. She was dressed in a long charcoal T-shirt that had ridden up over her hips just enough to show she was wearing a small pair of cotton shorts that hugged her tight ass.

“Hey you,” Emily smiled at me, removing her headphones.

“Just wanted to say goodnight,” I smiled.

Emily rolled off her bed and crossed the room into my open arms. The bubbly brunette melted into my embrace as our lips met and tongues danced. I was still hard from thinking about Amanda in the shower, and Emily moaned as my dick pressed against her thigh.

“As much as I want you right now,” Emily gasped in between kisses. “You really need to spend some time with Mel.”

“I know,” I said, kissing along her collarbone. “I just wanted to give you a goodnight kiss.”

“Mmmmm,” Emily moaned. “But your kisses always make me so horny.”

“This isn’t the kiss I was talking about,” I whispered into her ear.

I felt Emily’s body shudder under my touch as I pulled her T-shirt up and over her head, discarding the fabric to a forgotten corner of the room. Emily’s breasts jutted out from her chest enticingly, her nipples already hard and begging for attention. I grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her easily as I walked across us both across the room.

“You’ll need to be quiet,” I whispered.

Emily nodded, bit her bottom lip, and then gasped as I tossed her down onto her bed. She giggled as she bounced on the springy mattress and playfully tried to scoot away from me, but I was quick and had a firm grip. I took hold of her ankles and pulled her towards me. I ran my hands down her smooth legs, hooked my fingers under the waistband of her shorts, and all but ripped from off her body. As I’d suspected, Emily hadn’t worn any underwear.

My eyes locked with Emily’s as I ran my hands up and down her long legs. Emily bit her bottom lip so hard I thought she might draw blood. “You make me feel so sexy.”

“It’s because you are,” I replied, kissing along her thigh.

“God, I need you so bad,” Emily whined. “But it would be unfair to Mel.”

“You know there’s enough of me to go around,” I winked.

“Oh, I know how much of you there is,” Emily smiled. “But it’s not the same, and you know it. Mel deserves all of you to herself as I have had.”

Emily was right, after all. She was being thoughtful of her sister, even at the expense of herself. If I left now to see Mel, I’d be leaving Emily in a rough state. She would have to try and sleep through her high state of arousal, knowing full well I was next door fucking her twin sister into a stupor. I honestly hadn’t meant to come here and start something with my brunette lover. But I was going to finish her.

“Keep quiet,” I said, in a far more commanding tone than I intended.

Emily looked about to protest, but her words cut off as I spread her legs open. I hooked my arms under her thighs and angled her hips so her knees pressed against her shoulders. Emily’s bare vagina glistened seductively as I lowered my face between her thighs. Her scent was intoxicating and arousing, causing my dick to throb and pre-cum to ooze from the tip of my penis.

I kissed along the inside of Emily’s soft, supple thighs, drawing moans of pleasure and torment from her beautiful lips. Emily urged me on without speaking, keeping her groans of pleasure to a low hum. She let out a sharp gasp at the first touch of my tongue. I licked up one side of her slick folds–pointedly avoiding her clit–and down the other side. Emily’s hips gyrated against my face, but I was in total control and could tease her as I wished.

A whining moan escaped Emily’s lips as she tried to urge her pelvis closer to my face. It was too much fun playing with her this way, but I didn’t want to waste the entire night here. After a few minutes more of teasing, I took a deep breath and dove in.

I pressed my face between Emily’s legs and relished in the warmth and wetness of her vagina. I plunged my tongue deep into her sex and swirled it for a few seconds before withdrawing and planting a kiss on her sensitive nub. Emily’s clit was easy to find and even easier to stimulate. No more than a few minutes had passed since I started my attack on Emily’s nether regions, and already she was biting into a small pillow to stifle her sounds of pleasure.

I double my effort on Emily’s pussy and clit, to try and break her resolve. I released my hold on her thighs and ran my hands up her smooth stomach to cup her perky breasts. Emily arched her back and pressed her chest into my hands simultaneously as she clamped her thighs around my head. I felt her entire body tense, then shudder.

I lapped at Emily’s pussy without pause as she rode her climax, not even stopping when I felt her hand on my head as she tried to half-heartedly push me away.

“Fuck!” Emily let out a loud moan as the pillow fell away. “Nick!”

I didn’t know whether her calling my name was out of pleasure or a warning to me. Emily had always been extremely wet whenever we’d had sex and fooled around–often making a mess of my bed–but I had never experienced this from her.

Emily’s pussy gushed and sprayed a clear, sweet liquid that I was all too familiar with. My initial reaction was to pull away as soon as it happened–I’d experienced this kind of thing before–but I wasn’t fast enough, taking a direct hit in the chest and soaking my T-shirt.

The angle of Emily’s hips and how I performed oral on my beautiful sister meant that the stream of her female ejaculation went straight up and ended up splashing her naked body more than anything.

“I’m so sorry,” Emily moaned, her legs still held back as her pussy gushed a small stream of juices down her ass and onto the bed. Her stomach quivered from the intensity of her orgasm, and her chest heaved from excitement, adrenaline, and exertion.

I sat back and stroked my cock through my shorts as I admired Emily’s slick, naked body as she tried to recover from the mind-shattering orgasm I’d just given her.

“You do not need to apologise for that, ever,” I leaned over Emily and gave her a lingering kiss.

Emily kissed me back, sliding her tongue into my mouth without a care in the world that her juices were all over my face. I ran a hand up her slick stomach, over the swell of her breasts, and cupped her cheek.

“I love you,” I said softly.

“I love you too,” Emily smiled lazily.

“Get some sleep,” I whispered, kissing her on the cheek.

“Thank you,” Emily smiled, her eyes already drooping closed.

I kissed her forehead softly and tucked the naked brunette into bed before leaving her room. No more than fifteen minutes had passed since I entered, but I was leaving with a raging erection and a wet T-shirt. I pulled the garment off and tossed it onto the pile of clothes by Emily’s bedroom door. Mel wouldn’t mind if I came to her room shirtless anyway. The scent from her twin might still linger, but I had a feeling that would only entice Mel even more.

Soft snores greeted my ears as I pulled Emily’s door closed behind me. Emily slept like a corpse, so there wasn’t much chance she’d wake up to any sounds coming from Mel’s room tonight, especially after my visit.

I turned to Mel’s bedroom door, and unlike her sister’s, it was closed tight.

My anxiety about entering someone’s room uninvited kicked in, and I was suddenly second-guessing myself. What if Mel was actually mad at me? What if she tossed me out and made a scene about it? What if I ruined all my chances with her by making this one mistake?

I shook my head to dispel my worries. There was no way Mel would get mad at me for coming to her in the night. None of my siblings seemed to understand personal space when it came to bedrooms in this house, especially when it came to mine.

I pushed my anxiety deep down and focused on the woman behind the door. We’d played our erotica game of cat and mouse long enough, only receiving sexual gratification that one time. I thought about that moment plenty. The feel of her slim, slender body against mine. The touch of her hands on my erection and the heat emanating from her slick entrance. We’d shared a powerful orgasm that day, but most of all, it had opened me up to accepting these remarkable women as my lovers.

Even though both women were insanely beautiful, I’d struggled with Jen and Sarah to reach climax. I’d fucked them both relentlessly without sign of my own orgasm. It was my own sisters that I needed.

And I knew they needed me just as badly.

I grasped the door handle to Mel’s room and flung the door inward quickly, surprising my anxiety with a ‘ripping the band-aid off’ approach. My heart hammered in my chest as I crossed the threshold into a hue and glow of purples, pinks, and blues. My eyes went straight to Mel’s computer desk across the room, but she wasn’t seated in the chair. The computer was thankfully powered down. I didn’t want to cause any trouble with her streaming by bursting into her room shirtless.

“Nick?”

Mel was standing by the closet, one of the mirrored sliding doors open to display my hiding spot from the previous night amidst her clothing. Mel was completely naked except for a pair of black and red, thigh-high wool socks. Her long white hair reflected the changing lights of her room and hung freely over her shoulders and down her chest, obscuring her perky breasts. She looked surprised to see me and fidgeted with a pair of black and red panties she held in her hands, no doubt wanting to pair them with her socks. I must have caught her mid-preparation for coming to see me.

I crossed the room with two long strides and picked Mel up. My hands found purchase on her small, tight ass, and I lifted her easily. Mel let out a small gasp as I lifted her, but she responded by wrapping her slender legs around my waist and looping her arms behind my neck. The panties in her hand were discarded to the floor, forgotten and of no use.

Our lips met a brief moment before our tongues joined the fray. Mel was aggressive, more aggressive than she’d ever been before. We fought for control with our tongues as much as our bodies. My fingers gripped the smooth skin of her taut ass as I pulled her into me. Mel pressed her naked chest and entire body against my bare torso. I could feel the cool steel of her nipple rings as her small, perky breasts mashed into my chest.

I hadn’t even noticed that I was crossing the room slowly with Mel in my arms. I just felt my shins bump against her bed. Our kiss broke for only a moment, and I took the initiative. I hurled Mel onto her bed, where she landed softly amidst her thick duvet and mass of pillows. Her hair had blown away from her chest mid-flight, splaying across the cushions Mel now reclined on, almost as if she’d planned the whole thing herself.

I let my eyes roam over her naked body and decided that even though her socks were sexy as fuck, I needed her naked. I needed to feel every part of her body like I had that first time, only this time, I was going to fill her up until she couldn’t hold anymore. I needed to.

Mel moved quicker than I had expected. She was sitting on the edge of her bed in a flash, and my jeans were around my ankles. My cock sprang free, and Mel wasted no time wrapping her lips around the tip like it was a treasured treat. She moaned in ecstasy, closing her eyes momentarily before opening them to lock with mine. Her winged eyeliner had been applied to perfection, and her smokey eye shadow gave her a sultry, sexy look to her large, emerald eyes. Mel had definitely been coming to see me tonight, and I was almost disappointed in myself for ruining what she may have planned.

I stood there, transfixed for what must have been fifteen minutes as Mel made slow, sensual love to my erection. She kissed the tip, swirling her tongue around the glans before licking down the shaft and running her tongue up and down my inner thigh.

Mel was extremely detailed and thorough in her pursuit to please me orally.

“Holy fuck, that feels good,” I moaned, running my hand through her long, silvery hair. “I need to be inside you.”

“Then come and get me.”

I gasped at the sudden loss as Mel scooted away from me. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she shimmied up the bed on her back, her emerald eyes locked onto mine. I pulled off my jeans that had pooled around my ankles, dove onto the bed after her, and grabbed one ankle in my hand, pulling the petite blonde towards me. Mel giggled and opened her legs to accept me.

I slid between her thighs eagerly, feeling her thighs close around my hips as our lips met once again. Our bodies pressed together tightly, but I carefully rested most of my weight on my elbow. I must have doubled Mel’s weight and then some. We sank into her overly soft duvet, and I took a moment to enjoy the feel of her small hands resting on my shoulders and her thighs pressing against my hips.

I looked into Mel’s eyes and studied her for a moment. A pleasant smile was fixed to her darkened lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, studying every inch and feature of her face.

“Why thank you,” Mel smiled, her cheeks reddening. “That was very sweet.”

Mel kissed me, but it wasn’t the frantic kiss we’d shared moments before or many times since I’d arrived home. It was a soft, sensual kiss that made my heart beat faster. It was a kiss that I would never have associated with the platinum-haired vixen at first, but now it felt perfect.

It felt right.

I shifted my weight, and Mel must have sensed what I wanted. I felt her arm slide between us and her slender hand around my shaft. I shifted my hips, and Mel moved hers as she guided the tip of my penis toward her waiting entrance. I could feel the warmth emanating from her sex. I pressed the tip of my erection against her slick folds and was about to sink deep into Mel.

“I’m a virgin,” Mel said softly.

I paused just in time and smiled at her. “Then I’ll go slow.”

Mel smiled, then kissed me deeply. “Thank you.”

Mel had spent a lot of time tormenting me since I’d arrived here from England. We’d come close to becoming lovers on many occasions and often lied in her pursuit of having fun. But I knew she wasn’t toying with me now. I didn’t know how I knew, but I had no doubt.

Slowly, I slid my cock into her already-drenched pussy. Mel let out a series of moans and gasps that paired with lip biting and pleased smiles that showed how close she and Emily were related.

“Holy fuck, I should have done this earlier,” Mel moaned, her legs shaking and her nails digging painfully into my shoulders.

“I’m not even all the way in,” I smiled proudly.

“Let me see,” Mel said, pushing at my chest.

I chuckled and pushed myself up so that I was kneeling between her legs. Mel sat up and leaned forward to gaze at where half of my cock was hiding inside her tight pussy. I slowly started sliding out of her, and we shared a moan as we both watched my erection slide out of her pussy.

“Oh fuck” Mel groaned as her legs started shaking.

“Already?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Fuck you,” Mel gasped. “You try having that monster inside you.”

“Pass,” I chuckled.

I alternated between sliding halfway into Mel and slowly withdrawing as my silver-haired sibling went through a series of shaking orgasms that occupied her mind so much that she didn’t seem to care when I pulled her high-high socks off. I loved the look of them on her, but I wanted to feel her smooth skin, and as I suspected, her toes curled every time she climaxed.

“How many is that so far?” I asked as I kissed along her legs.

“Shut up,” Mel said, sounding a little embarrassed. “It’s my first time.”

“I’m just wondering how you’re going to handle the entire thing,” I said in an overly confident tone.

“Well, maybe I don’t need it,” Mel said, sticking her tongue out. “Maybe I’m all done and rea–”

I cut Mel off with a kiss that I used to distract her as I thrust deeper into her pussy. She was tight but incredibly wet, and I felt the entire length of my shaft sink into her velvety tunnel. Mel gasped and clutched at my body tighter.

“Did that hurt?” I asked quickly, worried I’d gone too far.

“Little bit,” Mel said. “But it feels so fucking good.”

It felt like Mel’s pussy gripped every inch of my cock with a pulsating vice. I had a feeling Mel would be tighter than her sisters just because of her size difference, but I hadn’t expected her to drop the V-bomb on me as she did. It made sense since she was still relatively young, but her actions and views toward sex were quite the opposite of that of her twin. Mel had no qualms about being naked in front of me and playing around, while Emily had been nervous at first.

The twins were definitely unique in their own ways, but I was starting to see similarities more often as I grew to love them both. Especially the goofy grin plastered across Mel’s beautiful face as I slowly pumped my cock in and out of her tight tunnel.

“Oh fuck…It feels like…like you’re everywhere inside me,” Mel managed to gasp through moans of pleasure.

“I am,” I chuckled as I bottomed out inside her pussy with a grunt of pleasure.

“Not…not like that…idiot,” Mel panted.

“I know exactly what you mean,” I whispered into her ear.

Mel’s body shuddered at my words, and a squeal of pleasure escaped her lips as I suddenly upped the tempo. I’d kept the pace relatively gentle, keeping my thrusts long and slow to prolong the feeling of sliding in and out of Mel’s tight pussy and give the petite woman some time to adjust to my size. But my balls were starting to ache, and I needed to claim her as I had the others.

I leaned over Mel and circled my arms around her body, cradling her close to my chest as my cock pistoned into her pussy like a well-lubricated machine engine. Mel repeatedly cursed into my ear with no real structure to her phrases. Her legs were spread wide, and her hips angled expertly to give me full access to her body.

“Holy fuck, I love you!” Mel all but screamed as another climax ripped through her petite body. Her thighs clamped down hard around my waist. Mel buried her face into my neck, biting down hard as she screamed in ecstasy. The pain from her bite was lessened by her nails’ scraping at my back and shoulders.

Then it was all over for me.

Without thinking, I let out a primal growl as my climax ripped from my groin and surged into Mel’s shaking frame. I hilted myself balls deep inside her quivering pussy as my balls deposited a figurative boatload of cum into her pussy. My cock pulsed and throbbed uncontrollably as it spewed the contents of my balls into yet another of my sisters.

My orgasm must have lasted nearly a full minute. I could feel the warmth of my seed surrounding my cock as it was forced out of Mel’s pussy from the sheer volume.

“Fuck…” Mel breathed heavily.

“Fuck indeed,” I chuckled, lifting my weight off her body.

“Why didn’t we do this on day one?” Mel asked, trying to catch her breath.

“Maybe because we didn’t know each other, and we’re brother and sister,” I laughed. “It’s not exactly the normal thing to do.”

“Fuck normal,” Mel grinned. “Normal doesn’t feel that fucking good.”

“Agreed,” I kissed the platinum-haired beauty.

We made out for a few minutes with my cock still buried inside Mel. I shifted my hips from time to time, generating small moans and gasps from Mel each time, but neither of us made a move to start round two.

“Mmmmm, I could get used to this,” Mel said once our make-out session paused.

“I bet you wished you hadn’t made that promise to Emily,” I smirked, slowly sliding my cock from her sopping pussy.

“Maybe a little,” Mel replied, letting out a soft whimper as my cock left her. “But I’m happy with how things turned out.”

Together, we let out a soft moan when my cock slipped free. I was still hard enough to screw nails, and my dick was slick with the combined juices from Mel and me. Small spurts of cum were still oozing from the tip of my penis.

“Fucking yum,” Mel said.

Without warning, the petite blonde shoved me onto my back and stretched out on her stomach between my legs. My cock bobbed side-to-side before Mel. Her eyes locked into the tip as she swayed in time with its motions as if hypnotized. Mel ran her open mouth along the length of my erection. Up and down, as if searching for something.

“Fuck you smell good,” Mel whispered, inhaling deeply.

“That’s mostly you,” I chuckled.

“Fuck WE smell good,” Mel replied, then sucked the tip of my cock between her lips.

“You’re an odd one,” I laughed.

Mel cleaned my cock thoroughly for the next ten minutes, leaving not a single inch of skin around my groin and pelvis untouched. She Gave my balls extra attention with a massage that had my cock throbbing by the end, and I wondered if she was attempting Erica’s special technique. I had to assume the girls spoke bout me in that manner.

Maybe I could get the two of them together and have Erica share some secrets.

“Oops. I’m starting to drip,” Mel said suddenly, then jumped out of bed. “Back in a minute.”

I watched as Mel shuffled to the bedroom door, flung it open, and strode into the hallway without a care. While she was gone, I tried to clean up as best I could. The duvet we’d been fucking on had some wet patches from Mel and myself, but it wouldn’t be the first time I’d slept on a bed with sex stains since moving here. I straightened the bed out and pulled the covers back before climbing in. The weather was still uncomfortably warm, but I noticed Mel had her air conditioner set to 18 degrees. I hadn’t noticed in the heat of the moment, but I was starting to feel chilly.

“Hey, you.”

I turned to see Mel standing in the doorway, watching me. She looked to have cleaned herself up and removed her make-up while she was gone. Mel was an incredible beauty–much like the rest of her sisters–even without her expertly applied makeup skills. Her emerald green eyes sparkled with an insane intelligence and hunger, and her smile never failed to make my heart race.

Not to mention she was stark naked still.

“Mind if I stay the night?” I asked, nodding to her bed.

“Just try to leave,” Mel smirked. ” I dare you.”

I opened my arms to the petite blonde, and she ran across the room into my embrace. We hugged and kissed for a few moments before sliding under the covers together. I was automatically thankful for the air conditioner as we huddled under the blankets.

“I know you’re still hard,” Mel said as she snuggled into my arms. “But I’m a little tender at the moment.”

“It’s okay,” I kissed the top of her head. “I’m tired anyway. Let’s get some sleep.”

“You’re the best,” Mel said sleepily.

Chapter 10

The buzzing of an alarm jolted me awake the following morning. I raised my head and cracked one eye groggily, and glanced around. It took a few seconds for my brain to register where I was before the memories of my night with Mel returned.

Mel’s room was quite dark, so I couldn’t tell what time it was. Her thick curtains were drawn closed, blocking most of the morning sun. My platinum-haired lover lay snuggled up beside me, seemingly oblivious to the alarm clock as it tried to wake the dead.

Then I remembered it was a school day, and I had work.

“Mel, wake up,” I said, rocking her gently.

“Fuck no,” Mel groaned in displeasure, burying her face into a fluffy rainbow-shaped pillow.

“Come on, lazy butt,” I added, rolling her onto her back and pinning her arms above her head. “We’ve got to get ready.”

Mel’s eyes fluttered open, and she gave me a scowl that quickly melted away as her eyes drifted up and down my bare chest. We were both still completely naked, and there was no way Mel hadn’t felt my morning wood pressing against her leg.

“I have a counteroffer,” Mel replied, not bothering to struggle against my grip. “We fuck work and school off and just fuck.”

“Tempting,” I leaned close and whispered into her ear. “But I’m still the new guy.”

“Keep that up, and you definitely won’t be leaving my room. Especially after the shit you and Em pulled,” Mel squirmed her hips, rubbing my erection with her thigh.

I chuckled at the thought of Emily’s messages last night. “Em was a little terrified of you last night.”

“So she should be,” Mel smirked. “But I’m sure hearing us last night was punishment enough for my dear sister.”

“Welllll…”I said, drawing the word out. “Emily sleeps like the dead, and I may have visited her before you last night.”

“You ate my twin sister out, then came and made love to me?” Mel asked with a straight face.

Yeah,” I replied, suddenly feeling uneasy about my choices last night.

Mel’s stare was blank and uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I said nothing and hoped she was fucking with me. I hadn’t thought of the possibility that she would be mad about last night. Nothing ever seemed to bother Mel, especially when it came to sex.

“Let me up,” Mel said flatly.

I released my grip on my wrists and knelt on the bed. Mel swung her slender legs over the edge of her bed, hopped to her feet, and crossed the room to her dressing table. I admired the shape of her body. Her lean figure didn’t hold as many assets as her sisters did, but what she had was perfectly proportioned to her more petite body. Her breasts were more than a handful for her tiny hands, her hips protruded nicely, and her ass was round and firm.

She was just small.

Mel gave her hair a quick brush before tying it into a high ponytail. I saw her glance in my direction a few times, using her mirror, but she didn’t speak. It felt like I was getting the silent, angry treatment I saw yesterday when she found out about Emily and me.

I opened my mouth to ask what was wrong–even though I knew–but Mel was on the move. She crossed the room to the door and flung it open, striding out into the hallway without a stitch of clothing. I moved to cover myself more but then remembered Mel’s room was at the end of the hallway, so no one would be passing her door.

Less than a minute passed, and I guessed it was time to get ready for work. I started searching the room for my clothes, then remembered my shirt had been soiled from my time with Emily last night. I found my jeans and was about to pull them on when Mel strode back into the room.

“Mel–”

Mel cut me off with a look that meant silence, then grabbed my right hand with her left and pulled me toward the door. I was still naked and worried about walking around the upstairs of the house in my birthday suit, but I guessed that it didn’t matter that much since three-quarters of the women living in this house had seen me naked more than once.

I let my petite lover lead me passed Emily’s open door and down the hall to the bathroom. The entrance to the shared bathroom was closed, and I could hear the shower running. Amanda’s and Erica’s bedroom doors were closed, but there was nothing to stop either of the sisters from exiting their room and getting an eyeful of Mel and myself.

Erica wouldn’t mind. But Amanda might.

Without stopping, Mel pushed the bathroom door opened and pulled me inside. The room was steam from the hot shower, further obscuring the frosted glass shower cubicle.

Mel released my hand as she approached the shower and flung the door open without hesitation. As I suspected, Emily was showering and must have been caught up in her own little world.

The sexy brunette jumped at the sudden intrusion. Soap-suds covered her breasts and dripped down her naked body. Her long, wavy hair was loose and soaked, clinging to her skin and looking like an artist’s random strokes across a flawless canvas.

Mel crossed the threshold into the shower and pulled her twin into a passionate embrace. Their lips met as the spray from the shower drenched the pair of them. Emily struggled for a split second while her brain raced to catch up with the shock of her twin’s actions. Then the brunette dove into the act with enthusiasm.

“I think we broke him,” Emily said.

My eyes were fixated on the naked bodies of my twin siblings–Emily’s soft curves against Mel’s lean, porcelain figure. The spray of the shower drenched both girls, creating a seductive shimmer that spread across their naked bodies. I was so distracted that I hadn’t even noticed the duo looking my way.

“You coming?” Mel asked with a raised eyebrow. “Or do I have to finish Em off on my own?”

I crossed the bathroom in record time. The shower cubicle wasn’t huge, but the girls weren’t very big, and I had no problem being as close to them as I was. The twins shifted around to give me space under the shower head, and I sighed in pleasure as the steaming hot water pelted my skin. There wasn’t much better than a nice hot shower in the morning.

Especially one with two sexy women.

Mel pulled me into a deep kiss first. Our tongues danced as her slender fingers trailed up and down my stomach, teasingly avoiding my bobbing erection. I felt Emily’s hands on my hips and her breasts pressed against my back as she kissed along my shoulder. She, too, avoided touching my cock.

Almost as if they’d rehearsed it.

When the platinum-haired vixen dropped to her knees, Emily took Mel’s spot without a word. Emily’s lips were soft and welcoming, but I couldn’t help but break our make-out session when I felt Mel’s warm tongue glide along the length of my shaft.

“You’re all good with this?” I asked Emily, nodding to her sister, who was currently lapping at my penis like a lollipop.

“Sure,” Emily shrugged, then grinned. “It’ll be fun.”

I pulled her hard against my body and kissed her, but Mel–once again–distracted me by taking half of my length down the throat in one smooth motion. I fought back a groan of pleasure as I kissed down Emily’s neck, her collarbone, and her perky breasts. Emily let out small, cute gasps as my lips met her nipples. As my hands roamed her body, I sucked and toyed with the small, erect nubs. I grabbed her hips, squeezed her ass, and ran my hands over every inch of her body while Mel pleasured my cock.

Emily’s moans had helped distract me so well that I hadn’t even noticed the absence of Mel’s mouth around my cock, not until Emily let out a sharp gasp of pleasure, followed by a long moan.

Mel’s right hand was still firmly grasping my shaft, but she’d moved to plant her face between her twin’s legs. The slender blonde wasn’t messing around as she pressed the entirety of her face into Emily’s sex. I marvelled for a moment at her multi-taking skills as she jerked me off with a steady rhythm and pleasured her sister with her mouth.

“Oh, Nick!” Emily leaned her head back, pushing her chest out. I took this moment to latch onto one of her breasts, and I licked and nipped at her nipple as I groped her other breast with my free hand.

My attention was once more taken away from my beautiful brunette sister as I felt my cock engulfed in something warm and wet once again. I glanced down to see Mel had inhaled my cock, and was now pressing her nose to my pelvis as her tongue lapped at my balls.

“Holy fuck!”I groaned.

Emily seemed to recover quickly. I felt her body press into my side as her right hand ran across my chest and down my stomach, finally resting on Mel’s head affectionately. The platinum-blonde slid my cock from her throat until only the tip remained. Then she swirled her tongue around my glans as her hands massaged my balls.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum soon,” I groaned.

“Not yet,” Mel said, releasing the tip of my cock with a wet smacking sound. “Em, my dear sister. Turn around and place your hands against the wall.”

Emily bit her bottom lip and bounced as she spun around, placing her forearms against the tiled wall and presenting her perfect ass to me with a wiggle of her hips.

Mel sucked the tip of my cock for a minute more, then shifted to bury her face between Emily’s legs from behind. Emily yelped but didn’t move, aside from wiggling her hips and pushing back against her twin’s face.

“There you go, stud,” Mel said, climbing to her feet and delivering a hard slap to Emily’s rear. “Get in there.”

I moved forward and gra[sed Emily’s hips. We had been here before, and I was eager to feel Emily again. I lined the tip of my cock to Emily’s entrance and slipped inside without resistance. Emily was impossibly wet from Mel’s oral attentions, and I knew things were about to get a lot messier. Thankfully we were in the shower. Mel’s hand on my hips slowed me as I was about to start pumping into her twin.

“Just the tip when your cum, okay?” Mel said, leaning her entire body against mine.

“Ahh, sure,” I nodded hesitantly.

I had no idea if I would remember that in the middle of the moment. It would be like trying to get me to pull out. There wasn’t a thousand horses that could pull me the other way when I was balls-deep in one of my sisters and about to cum. But I’d try for Mel.

I started pumping hard into Emily, conscious about the time of the morning. We all had to get to school and work, so I didn’t want to make anyone late. Plus, Mel had done a great job warming the two of us up. I knew Emily’s tells, and I could tell she was close to an orgasm.

I raced on with long, hard thrusts. I slid out of her pussy nearly all the way before barrelling back into her with a loud, wet smack that echoed her yelps of pleasure. Mel repeated encouraging phrases as she caressed my and Emily’s body, not seeming bothered by the lack of attention directed her way.

“I’m cumming!” Emily all but shouted a few minutes later.

“Just the tip,” Mel reminded me, then began massaging my balls.

I wasn’t ready to cum yet, so I pulled out enough to leave just the tip inside of Emily. Her pussy quaked and quivered, clenching down on the tip of my cock with such force that, mixed with Mel’s fingers massaging my scrotum, caused a torrent of cum to burst forth in a surprise orgasm that made my legs shake.

I gripped Emily’s hips hard as my body tensed and my seed flooded into her pulsating tunnel. I let out a loud growl of pleasure as I held back from hilting myself deep into my brunette lover. Mel wanted this for a reason, and I held out for her with every ounce of willpower.

That wasn’t to say my climax wasn’t anything but spectacular. I felt every spasm, quiver, and pulse of Emily’s tunnel as she orgasmed on my cock. Mel continued to massage my balls, but it wasn’t until I opened my eyes that I saw the petite blonde on her knees between Emily and me. One hand massaged my balls while the other rubbed her twin’s sensitive clit.

“Is it all out yet?” Mel asked, her lust-filled eyes locking onto mine.

“I think so,” I nodded and slipped my penis from Emily’s pussy.

Mel wasted no time as she latched herself onto her twin’s sex. She greedily lapped at my seed which overflowed from Emily’s pussy and ran down her thighs and over Mel’s chin. The site was insanely erotic, and I found myself still hard and began stroking myself as I watched.

“What are you doing, Mel?” Emily asked through a moan.

“Sharing,” Mel giggled, then sunk her tongue deep into Emily’s tunnel.

The site was so erotic that I found myself reaching a second orgasm, just stroking my cock as I watched. Emily was still leaning against the tiled wall with her legs spread as Mel knelt behind her, treating her twin like an all-you-can-eat buffet.

I stepped close to Mel and gripped her ponytail in one hand as I continued to pleasure myself with the other. Then I turned Mel to face me just in time to release a second, smaller load of cum onto her face. My silver-haired lover squealed at first but then opened her mouth and took me willingly.

I pumped the remainder of my cum into Mel’s mouth but noticed I’d made quite a mess across her face. Then I realised that Mel could have done that to herself with the way she gorged herself on Emily’s vagina.

“Share?” Emily asked, plopping down beside her twin.

Mel grinned, and the twins shared a long kiss as they shared my cum between them. Which did nothing to help my still-hard dick settle down. I decided that two orgasms in one morning was enough, and I just enjoyed the show as my twin lovers helped clean one another with kisses and licks.

“Mondays aren’t so bad after all,” Mel kissed Emily on the cheek, then me.

“Don’t you need to cum?” I asked, pulling the petite blonde into my arms.

“I’m still a little tender,” Mel grinned. “But I’ll hold you to that orgasm for later.”

“As many as you want,” I smiled.

“Me too?” Emily asked, stepping into the embrace.

I kissed the cute brunette and wrapped an arm around each of them. It felt great holding their naked bodies against mine. I had no idea I’d be sharing this moment with two of my siblings at once, let alone the twins. It was every guy’s dream.

But it wasn’t just having sex with two beautiful women simultaneously–even twins–that put me in such an elated mood. It was the looks on their faces when they shared a kiss or caught the other looking at them. There was genuine love here, which may not have existed before I showed up and sowed the seeds of incest. Some would say I was a bad influence, but I preferred to think of my influence as good if I meant seeing these two as happy as they were.

“I love you both,” I said, kissing Emily, then Mel.

“We love you too,” the twins said in unison.

We helped each other dry, then dispersed so we could prepare for the day ahead. The girls and I would all get a lift to the university with Amanda since Erica rarely rose before midday.

I needed to get dressed at my flat since I only had a soiled T-shirt and a pair of jeans in the main house. I wrapped a towel tightly around my waist and decided to make a break for it while the twins got ready. Mel often took longer than the rest of her sisters combined to prepare, so I wasn’t in any great rush.

Erica and Amanda’s doors were still closed, so I assumed they were both in bed. It was only 7 am, after all.

The stairs creaked under my steps as I all but bounced down them. I was relaxed and refreshed after my night and morning with the twins, and there wasn’t a single thing that could bring me down.

I rounded the corner into the kitchen without hesitation–expecting the room to be empty–and jumped when I saw her. Amanda stood with her back to me as she fished around inside the fridge for some unknown food I couldn’t pretend to care about. It was her ass that had my entire focus. So perfect and round, and pointed straight at me.

“Good mor–” Amanda straightened and turned to face me.

It was evident that Amanda hadn’t expected me. Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes went wide. I’d have bet my last ten dollars that she’d come straight from bed with her tiny white crop top and black panties that failed miserably at concealing her museum-worthy behind. The press of her nipples and the bounce of her breasts also told me she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Nick…I ah…do you want something to eat?” Amanda stammered out, seemingly as distracted by me as I was by her.

“No thanks,” I shook my head. “I need to go and get ready for work.”

Somehow I sounded confident and sure of myself. It may have been because I’d spent the night with Mel or because I just had a three-way with the twins in the shower. Or it could have been a combined result of sleeping with three beautiful women. Whatever it was, I liked it.

“Are you sure?” Amanda asked, taking a step closer.

I was actually quite hungry, but I was only wearing a towel, and I could already feel my cock pulsing to life in her presence. The others would be down shortly too, and I wanted to avoid any awkward moments for Amanda’s sake.

“How about we do lunch instead?” I smiled. “Just the two of us?”

“Really?” Amanda smiled.

“Really,” I nodded. “Anywhere you want.”

Amanda’s grin split her face, and she bounded over to me in a very Emily-like manner. She threw her arms around my neck, and I circled her slim waist, pulling the raven-haired beauty into me. I should have been worried about our near-naked bodies and how my cock was trying to rip the towel away in frustration to get at this goddess. But I didn’t care anymore.

Our hug lasted far longer than a sibling-on-sibling embrace should have, but Amanda and I had established a long time ago that we weren’t just siblings. I let my hands rest on her hips as hers rested on my shoulders. Our eyes met–and at that moment–she could have been completely naked, and I wouldn’t have been able to look away from her gorgeous blue eyes and dazzling smile.

Footsteps from above made us glance upwards, and a frown flashed across Amanda’s face for a split second. I guessed she was probably wondering who I’d spent the night with since I had obviously come from upstairs. The frown vanished as quickly as it had appeared, though.

“Pick me up around 12?” I asked.

Amanda nodded, then kissed me on the cheek. “It’s a date.”

I was still rubbing at the spot where Amanda had kissed me as I got ready for work. I could feel the memory of her lips against my skin, and my body craved more. She was like a drug, and I couldn’t get enough. Each time I had a taste, it amplified the pure sexual desire and love I felt for the woman.

My cock was still hard enough to drill holes, and I contemplated stopping by Erica’s bedroom before heading to work. She’d be asleep still, but I knew my buxom lover would be down to clown. Or maybe I could get Emily or Mel alone at school. I never expected to have so many possibilities for sexual relief and gratification in my life, especially with so many gorgeous women that didn’t mind sharing me.

I thought about Amanda–and how happy she looked this morning–and nodded as I made up my mind.

“Craig doesn’t deserve you. But I do.”