Chapter 2

I looked between the three gorgeous women seated together on one of the couches. I didn't need Amanda to introduce them to know they were my other sisters, and I could at least tell who Erica was since Emily and Amelia were twins, although they looked like they'd be pretty easy to tell apart once I knew who was who.

"Hey guys, this is Nick," Amanda said with a beaming smile as she stepped up beside me. "Nick, this is Erica, Emily, and Mel."

My eyes followed Amanda's indications as she introduced her sisters to me. Erica was the older of the three there with very similar features to Amanda. She had a slightly darker skin tone that looked like she'd tan really well if she tried, but the dyed black hair and red streak down one side told me she wasn't too fond of the beach and sun. She wore an altered band t-shirt with a cut-out to show a generous portion of her ample breasts, with tiny slits down the sides to expose her soft-looking skin.

She also wore a pair of doc martin boots, but these only came up to her calf, showing off her long legs and her tiny black denim shorts. She looked a bit shorter than Amanda, with wider hips, thicker thighs, a more ample chest, and curves that could make a Greek goddess weep with envy. But both women still had the same delicate, beautiful facial features and bright blue eyes, making it impossible to mistake them for anything other than sisters. Their differences aside, both women were stunning.

The twins were as dissimilar to one another as their sisters were. The one who Amanda identified as Emily was a much more casual dresser than her twin. She wore a faded blue denim vest covered in band patches and small spikes and studs. Her hair was a mass of wavy brown locks hanging down her shoulders that looked in need of a brush. Her emerald green eyes sparkled with excitement as she beamed a wide smile my way. She looked to be about the same height as Erica, with more softness to her figure than Amanda but lacking the seductive curves of Erica.

Amelia was the spitting image of her twin—apart from being noticeably shorter—, but their style was far different. Whereas Emily dressed in black jeans and a band t-shirt, Amelia wore a black top that showed a generous amount of cleavage with a pentagram pattern over her chest, tying behind her smooth neck. She wore a black frilly skirt that showed off her long, fishnet-coated legs that ended in four-inch platform boots. Her hair was also vastly different from her twin's. The long wavy curls were replaced with impossibly straight, long white-blonde hair, lustrous and styled to perfection. It was so long that I was sure it would reach her ass when she stood up. Their expressions also differed significantly as they took me in. Emily was all smiles, while Amelia had a neutral, resting bitch face that could freeze fire.

How the hell was I going to live in a house with babes like this. I was going to have a perpetual boner.

"Hey everyone, nice to meet you," I said, keeping my mind off how hot my new sisters were.

"So, you're the bastard," Erica said from her seat beside Emily.

"Erica!" Amanda scolded her sister.

"Well, he is. Dad wasn't married, so that makes him a bastard," she said with a shrug.

"I'm so sorry," Amanda turned to face me.

"It's okay. Technically I am a bastard," I said with a laugh, trying not to let Erica get to me. I knew it must be hard for them too.

"It's not okay," Amanda rounded on her sister. "We all agreed to let Nick come here and stay with us."

"Relax, sis, I'm just fucking with you," Erica laughed and got to her feet. She crossed the distance between us, and I fought to keep my eyes off her swaying hips and exposed cleavage. "Besides, I like him."

I took a deep breath to relax my racing heart as my curvaceous sister approached me and wrapped her arms around my neck before pulling me into a hug. I reacted the same as I did with Amanda, but unlike her sister, Erica pressed the entire length of her academy award-winning body into mine. Erection and all. She hugged me for about a dozen seconds, and I fought to keep my hands on her hips and off her amazing looking backside, but I swore I felt her press her stomach into my erection before pulling away.

"Pleasure to meet you," she said with a smile. "Big brother."

Erica's last two words were spoken so softly that I was sure she meant them for my ears alone, but the emphasis on the word 'big' made sure I knew that she knew I had an erection in the presence of my newly found sisters. I felt my cheeks redden, and I wanted nothing more than to find somewhere private and rub one out. Maybe if I sorted myself out, I could think a little clearer around these gorgeous vixens.

Erica took her spot beside the twins, and Emily bounded to her feet and rushed me, throwing her arms around me in a cheerful hug. I was much more successful at keeping my raging boner from pressing into this sister and was surprised when she kissed me on the cheek as our embrace ended.

"I've always wanted a brother, and now I have one," she beamed up at me with a perfect smile. Her hair was messy, and I couldn't help but stare into her green eyes as she brushed a lock of brown hair away from her face.

"I look forward to getting to know you more," I replied with a grin of my own.

I hadn't noticed Amelia rising from the couch during Emily's hug, but the platinum-blonde stepped forward when the brunette twin stepped aside. Unlike her siblings, she didn't assault me with a marvellous hug. But instead, she held her hand out to me, and I took her small, delicate hand in my larger, calloused hands and shook it gently.

"Nice to meet you, Nick," she said politely, but still with her neutral expression.

"You too, Amelia," I replied.

"Please, call me Mel," she said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her flawless lips.

She took a step back, and Emily wrapped an arm around her twin sister's waist. Then I was being studied by four sets of eyes like a prize dog about to do a trick. I wasn't sure what to say next. The whole situation was incredibly overwhelming, and I needed some time to myself to gather my thoughts and get my shit under control.

"So…where am I sleeping?" I asked the room.

"We've got the perfect spot for you," Emily said with a cheery smile.

"At the expense of others," Erica added softly with a roll of her eyes.

"Come with me. I'll show you where you'll be staying," Amanda added, ignoring Erica's remark.

I picked up my guitar case, but before I could grab my luggage bag, Amanda grabbed the handle and smiled at me. I followed my new sister out of the sitting room and down the hallway into a kitchen that was larger than my living room back home. A massive eight-seater dining table sat to the right, while a huge island counter sat in the middle of the room. A stainless-steel finished fridge sat beside a matching oven and dishwasher that matched the kettle, toaster, and coffee maker. Everything in this house had been picked out perfectly to go with everything else in its surroundings. Back home, I got whatever was cheapest and worked.

Photos of my sisters dotted the fridge door, but one, in particular, drew my attention. The face of the man in the photo was a little older than the one I had, but the jawline, nose, and brow were the same. Even without the now familiar faces of my siblings beside him—although about a decade younger—I would have recognized that face, my father's face, my face.

"You really do look just like him," Amanda said. She must have noticed I'd stopped and walked back to stand beside me.

"My mother always said that, but I never knew what he looked like until recently," I said quietly.

"You never had pictures of him?" she asked curiously.

"No," I replied. "Mum said he left us and didn't want to keep anything to remind her of him. I know now she lied about that."

There was a long moment of silence between us, but Amanda finally broke it. The edge in her voice told me she was struggling to keep her temper under control.

"He would never have left you," she said with stoic confidence.

"I know that now," I replied sombrely.

"Why did she tell you that?" Amanda asked.

"She was afraid I'd leave her to find him," I sighed. "It was wrong of her, and I was a little mad at first, but I understand she was afraid of losing me, and I have forgiven her. She gave me this before she died."

I pulled the photo of my mother and father from my jacket pocket and held it out for Amanda to take. She took it and studied my parents, then smiled.

"I can see why Dad fell for her. She's a real beauty," she said, handing the photo back to me.

"I'm sure he loved your mother the same," I replied, carefully placing the photo in my jacket again.

"My mum was a real bitch. We all know it," Amanda said with a shrug. "She put my father through hell for no reason. He only wanted to find out if you were his son so he could meet you and help you and your mother. But my mother was jealous and spiteful. None of us miss her being gone."

Amanda's words held a degree of scorn and spite that I guess she gained from her mother. Her words shocked me mainly because I would have never considered thinking about my own mother in such a fashion, let alone speaking the words that came from her mouth. But I guess I did have a degree of those emotions when I found out she'd lied to me, and It wouldn't be too far of a stretch to have those thoughts and feelings amplified by seeing your mother tear your family apart out of jealousy and spite.

I didn't know the woman at all, and I'm sure what she went through with my father was no easy task, but I was taught that a parent should do everything they could to keep their family together, safe, and happy. But that was also a lesson from my mother, who had run away after getting pregnant, so maybe I shouldn't take that lesson to heart.

I followed Amanda out of the kitchen through a sliding door that led into the backyard. I stepped out onto smooth stone under a pergola. An outdoor setting with eight chairs sat to one side, and a stone pizza oven and large portable BBQ sat to the other. Between them was a long below-ground pool with the cover pulled over the water. I'd never really been one for swimming since the summers back home weren't that bad, but I could get used to having a pool on hand when the Australian heat kicked in.

Images of the women inside splashing about in skimpy bikinis flashed through my mind, threatening to cause my dick to shred my jeans and take over. The sight of Amanda's perfect ass made it challenging to think about anything other than sex. My eyes locked on Amanda's ass, her hips swaying from side to side enticingly as she led me around the pool and up the driveway that continued through the rear garage doors and up a steep slope, deeper into the backyard.

The slope was so steep I was breathing a little heavy by the time we got to the top. I wasn't in bad shape, but my guitar was heavy, and I was still quite exhausted from my flight. Although, Amanda's ass flexing in front of my face was enough to keep me going without protest, even though I wanted to slap myself for ogling her ass like a pervert.

"Here we are, your new home," Amanda turned to face me and held her hands out as a magician's assistant would.

What she revealed stunned me with disbelief. There was a smaller house in the backyard of the bigger home. It was more of a granny flat, and I doubted it would be much larger than the sitting room I'd met my other siblings in, but it might even be bigger than my apartment back home.

"This…is for me?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Yep, it was Erica's, but she offered it up when we agreed to have you come here and stay with us. We all agreed it would be best to give you your own space," Amanda explained.

"I don't know what to say," I said, feeling a little teary.

I had only just met these women, but they had offered to give me somewhere to stay, and they'd even given me somewhere for my own privacy, knowing it might be a little awkward in the main house. My mother and I had struggled daily to keep food on our table and a room over our heads. It was only a miracle that we'd been able to get enough money together to pay off the mortgage on grandpa's apartment after he left it to us when he passed.

I had a decent sum of money in my account from selling the property—London apartments were like a small gold mine—but I didn't get as much as it was worth since it was a fast sale, and that money wouldn't last forever. Having a family looking out for me was something I would have to get used to.

"Come on, I'll give you the tour," Amanda's face split in two with a wide grin that forced a smile out of me in return.

I followed her through the front door and into a cosy little living room with a comfortable-looking L-shaped couch, a wide flat screen, and a coffee table with a small two-seater dining table at the far end. A small kitchenette connected to the living room—opposite the dining table, merely a tiled strip of the living room floor with cupboards added. The appliances looked used but still in excellent condition. I assumed these were the main house's old appliances, moved out here when newer models were purchased. Just passed the kitchen was a closed door that I guessed led to the bedroom and bathroom. The flat was small, but it would be perfect for just me.

"This is amazing," I said to Amanda. "Did Erica really give this up for me?"

"She did, it used to be for guests only, but she moved out here about three years ago to get some privacy. Right now, she's back in her old room in the house," Amanda explained.

"I'll have to thank her for this," I said absently.

"Buy her a bottle of Jack Daniels, and she'll probably call it even, "Amanda laughed. It was a warm, friendly laugh that I could get used to hearing.

"I might have to buy two then," I chuckled.

"Are you planning on sharing?" Amanda smirked.

"What's mine is yours, dear sister," I replied with a grin.

It felt odd to refer to her as my sister, but she was. Maybe if I kept it up, my brain would finally start seeing her as a sibling rather than a gorgeous alternative woman that would have been my dream girl. Maybe it would help my dick calm down eventually.

Amanda's facial expression changed just a hint. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, and the smile was still on her lips, but something about what I said had gotten to her for just a second. I didn't have time to wonder what it was or even ask her.

"Well, I better go get dinner started. I'll leave you to get settled," Amanda said before slipping by me and out the front door, not in a rush, but not slow.

I placed my guitar case on the dining table and opened it up to check for damages. I was relieved to find my guitar still in one piece as I opened the case. The guitar wasn't anything special, a matte black Epiphone Les Paul that my grandfather had given me for my sixteenth birthday. I'd only really played acoustic guitars since that's all we had, but I had played on the school's electrics and loved them. I knew the guitar wasn't super expensive or high quality, but I still cherished it. When you come from a life with little luxury, you learn to maintain what you had, and I had kept my girl in top shape for its whole life.

I'd need to buy new strings as I had to remove the old ones before storing it for transport. I didn't want to chance that the neck would snap in the change of altitude when flying. I could have just loosened the strings, but it needed a fresh set anyway. I'd have to ask one of the girls to take me to a music shop to get a few sets. I'd also need a practice amp if I wanted to play, as mine was too heavy to fly with. While I was uncomfortable splurging with my money, I could justify dropping a few hundred on a new amp. Maybe I could try out some guitars. It never hurt to have a backup.

Once I was satisfied my guitar was in good shape, I grabbed my bags and headed for the bedroom. The door I'd seen earlier did lead to a small hallway. One of the two doors led to a modest-sized bathroom with a shower cubicle, toilet, and sink, while the other led to a bedroom with a large queen size bed in the middle. The bed took up most of the space in the room, leaving enough room to walk around the sides and access the floor-to-ceiling built-in wardrobe. The wardrobe doors were mirrored, which would make sexual activities interesting. The thought of sex and who had occupied this room last gave me flashes of Erica on this same bed with an unknown lover. I shook my head to dispel the images of my newly acquired sister in the throes of passion.

"Get your shit together, man," I muttered to myself.

I tossed my backpack on the bed, kicked my luggage bag into the corner, and stripped off my shirt and pants before crossing the hall to the bathroom. I needed a shower and to wack off. Hopefully, I could think straight after that and avoid coming off as a creep to my new family members.

I turned the shower on and waited for the water to heat up to a barely skin-searing heat. Unlike back home, it only took a few seconds for the water to warm enough for me to step in. It really was a lot warmer over here after all. I closed the stall door and stepped under the spray, sighing audibly as the water ran over my head and shoulders and down my back. The pressure was terrific, and I could feel tiny pricks of pain as the water pelted my bare skin. It felt like a hundred tiny hands massaging my skin.

"Yeah, I could get used to this," I said to myself.

I looked down my body to see my erection bouncing and swaying as I shifted myself under the water spray. I'd gotten used to having one for the last hour or so. Being about these girls left me in a state of arousal, and I needed to sort it out before I made a fool of myself. It had been a while since I felt the urge to masturbate. I was a healthy young man with a great sex drive, but I'd had a few girlfriends and even friends with benefits in the past, so I hadn't needed to jerk off all that much. But lately, I hadn't felt the need for anything sexual. With the stress of my mother being sick, and everything that had happened, sex had just slipped my mind. Now it was like my libido was coming back with a vengeance.

I grabbed the shampoo bottle and squeezed a healthy dollop onto my hand before I started massaging my painfully hard erection. I worked my tool with closed eyes, imagining pictures of models I'd seen online, girls I'd slept with, and others I'd had crushes on. It felt good to get some sexual attention—even if it was from myself—but where I expected a quick play and release, I stood there for fifteen minutes stroking myself with an urgent need. I finally stopped after twenty minutes had passed, and I wasn't any closer to a climax than when I started. If anything, I just felt hornier.

I closed my eyes to try again, but this time I saw the faces of my sisters as I started stroking myself. Amanda popped in first, and her gorgeous smile and perfect features sent a tingling sensation through my dick. Then Erica's exposed curves and glorious-looking breasts pushed me closer. Amelia's long legs and pursed lips added to the fire, and her twin sister's cute face, incredible eyes, and smile. I was getting closer in a few minutes than I had after twenty, so I fixed the images of my siblings in my mind as I furiously pumped myself, chasing my elusive climax. I felt bad for using my sisters as spank-bank material, but I needed this out of my system.

"Dinner will be ready in five," a voice called out from the hallway.

The voice startled me, and I almost slipped on the wet tiles, grabbing onto a handrail in the shower to steady myself. I wasn't sure who called out, but I knew it wasn't Amanda. I took a moment to calm my beating heart before opening the shower door a crack to poke my head out.

"I'll be there shortly," I called out.

I waited for a moment, unsure if whoever it was had heard me. Then the door to the bathroom swung open, and Erica strode in like she owned the place. I pulled my body away from the crack in the door to keep my nakedness out of sight.

"Oh, here you are," Erica said with mock innocence. "Amanda wanted me to come and let you know dinner will be ready shortly."

"Yeah, I heard," I replied, my cheeks heating.

"Good, I'll see you soon then," Erica smiled.

She stood there for a dozen seconds and tilted her head to one side. It almost looked like she was trying to make out something beyond the fogged-up glass or get a peek through the gap in the door. She smiled a little half smile once more, then spun around to leave the room. The sway of her hips had to be an addition to how she usually walked because if she walked like that everywhere, I was sure I'd never get anything done in this house.

Once I heard the door to the flat close, I pulled my head back into the shower cubicle and closed the door, leaning against the cool tiles of the wall. I took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves, then looked down at my raging boner. He didn't care if that woman was my blood relative. He just saw what he wanted, and he wanted to be all up inside Erica.

I thought about finishing my task, but now I felt even worse for using my new family as jerk-off material. It was sick and twisted. Instead, I shut the hot water off and stepped under the icy cold spray. Within a minute, my dick had retreated, and I stepped out of the shower, shivering as goose bumps raced across my naked skin. I would have to get used to my sexy sisters or get accustomed to ice-cold showers. I didn't know which one was going to be harder. Maybe I could get a girlfriend. That would probably help. Perhaps I could see if my sisters had any single friends they could set me up with.

I dressed in clean boxer briefs, pulled on my jeans from earlier, a fresh band T-shirt, and gave my long hair a brush to get the knots and tangles out before tying it back. I checked my appearance in the bathroom mirror and ran my fingers across the week's hair growth on my jaw and chin. I'd never grown a beard before. My old job hadn't allowed it. I was lucky to get away with my waist-length hair, they'd have forced me to shave any beard I grew or lose my job, and my job was needed to keep food on the table. But now I was here—with no job—I could let it grow and see how it looked. Right now, I was happy with how rugged the week's growth made me look. Besides, if I didn't like it, I could always shave it off.

Once satisfied with my appearance, I pulled my boots on and grabbed my jacket before exiting my new home. Tonight was the first dinner with my new family, and I had to make an excellent first impression. I just hoped I could keep my eyes to myself and not get thrown out.