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.