Chapter 3

Dinner was ready when Amanda and I got home. No one had cooked, but a dozen or more takeaway containers were spread out on the dining table. The girls had sorted dinner in the best way they knew how.

"This smells great," I said, taking in everything on display. There was an assortment of beef, chicken, and what I thought was lamb, along with rice, noodles, and steamed vegetables.

"This is the best Chinese takeaway in all of Melbourne," Mel said, expertly plucking a piece of chicken from the container with a pair of chopsticks.

"Such high praise from you means it must be good," I chuckled.

"Damn right," Mel said, stepping up beside me and lowering her voice. "I only want the absolute best."

Mel grasped me firmly on the ass with one of her slender hands and shot me a sly smile before turning back to the food before us like nothing had happened. I glanced around at my other siblings, but no one apart from Erica seemed to notice. Erica was eye-fucking the shit out of me as she scooped some rice onto her plate. Amanda and Emily were chatting with one another.

"How did the rehearsal go?" Emily asked once everyone was seated.

"Not too bad," I said simultaneously as Amanda said. "Nick was fantastic."

"I'm sure Nick was great with his hands," Mel said suggestively, nudging me with an elbow.

"He played really well, and I could tell the whole band was impressed by him," Amanda said, choosing to ignore Mel's behaviour. That was a bad decision since it seemed to make Mel far more determined.

"Hardly," I laughed. "Craig was annoyed I changed part of one song, and Paul just feeds off whatever his brother thinks."

"Craig just likes to be the boss in the band," Amanda explained. "Daniel can handle him and will stick up for you. You two seemed to get along well."

"Daniel is a good guy," Emily smiled. "He is a really talented musician too."

"Seems you two can't compliment each other enough," I smiled.

"What do you mean?" Emily asked with a frown.

"Well, after practice, Daniel was telling me what he thinks of your music skills," I started explaining. "He rated you very highly and said it was a shame that you haven't been able to get into a band and really shine. I believe he said you were the best bassist he knows."

"Wow," Emily said, sounding stunned. "I haven't even played much around him or anyone else, though."

"Enough people have been around when you have been playing for word to get out about you," Erica said offhandedly. "Most of my friends know you as the musically gifted sister."

"But you're just as talented as I am," Emily said to her older sister.

"I'm a drummer. I'm just good at banging things," Erica said, winking at me coyly.

"You know drums are more than just hitting things. There is so much more to that instrument," Emily said, missing the joke.

"Em," Mel said, leaning across the table. "She was referring to being good in bed."

Emily looked from her twin to Erica, then back again before letting out a soft laugh, followed by a goofy grin. "I get it now."

"Don't ever change, my dear sister," Erica laughed.

We finished dinner with some casual conversation about what everyone had planned for the weekend. Erica was heading into the city for the weekend to see a friend who was visiting from South Australia. They had booked a hotel room in the city, so they didn't have to travel the two hours back in, and planned to hit up a few of the goth clubs and maybe a gig or two. Erica had extended an offer for me to come and meet her friend, but I wasn't sure how safe it would be. If I was in a hotel with Erica--and there was alcohol involved--I was going to want to fuck her brains out. We could play the boyfriend and girlfriend card again, but if Erica's friend ever came to visit again, it might be hard to explain.

There was also the possibility of Erica's friend hitting on me if she knew I was her brother. That could turn bad really quick.

Amanda was also heading away for the weekend. Craig's family owned a house on the coast about six hours away, and the two were headed there for a weekend away. I was almost tempted to ask if I could go along to that one just so I could keep an eye on the king douche.

That would leave Emily and Mel in the house with me all weekend, and Mel had made it abundantly clear that she had no plans to leave the house. Something about video games and not wearing pants. I hadn't spent much time in my life playing video games--since we could never really afford them--but I was totally on board with the no pants part of her plan.

I shared a smile with Emily after the meal was done. We'd get to spend plenty of time together this weekend. And I was really looking forward to it. We hadn't yet had sex, but each night that she came to me, we explored one another deeply, and there was no question that the both of us were satisfied at the end of a night together. I really wanted to make love to my beautiful, goofy sister. But even if I wasn't her brother, this would be her first time with anyone, so I understood how big of a step this was for her.

"Is there any point in me saying you don't need to help with this?" Amanda asked with a raised eyebrow when I started helping her clear the table.

"Not really," I grinned. "But feel free to try."

"I think I'll avoid that exercise in futility," Amanda smiled, then surprised me with a quick peck on the cheek. "Thank you for being you."

No problem," I smiled back at the raven-haired beauty. "I'll take the rubbish out."

I gathered up the takeaway containers we had emptied and dumped them in the garbage. I tied off the bag and hoisted it over my shoulder before heading through the sliding door into the backyard. The garbage bins sat around the side of the house, just off a small path by a gate that led to the front yard. I dumped the rubbish and pulled a cigarette out, lighting it up and leaning against the red-brick wall. The spot on my cheek where Amanda's lips had touched still tingled and I could feel a faint ghost of her lips still. Every time we hugged, kissed, or even remotely brushed against one another, it left me feeling dizzy and distracted for a good while after. I wasn't sure if it was the intense feelings I had for her or the fact that I couldn't have her that was making it worse. I could only imagine how it would feel to hold her in my arms and share a bed with her.

I took my time smoking my cigarette, giving myself a moment to clear my head. I had hoped that spending the day rehearsing with the band would help with my feelings towards Amanda--with her boyfriend being around and all--but it hadn't. If anything, being around Craig and Amanda had only cemented how wrong he was for her--or anyone for that matter. I knew I could make her happy, and it killed me that I couldn't.

What made it worse was I knew she wouldn't reject me if I made a move. I knew it with absolute certainty, but I couldn't do that to her. The last thing I wanted was for Amanda to question any relationship we had because of the way we got together.

"Hiding from me?"

I looked up to see Amanda standing by the corner of the house. She was leaning against the wall, her arms folded under her breasts. Her top must have gotten wet while doing the dishes, and while it didn't turn see-through, it still clung enticingly to her body.

And I could tell from the firm outlines through her shirt that Amanda wasn't wearing a bra.

"Just taking a break," I replied, holding the cigarette out for Amanda. She took it and leaned against the wall beside me.

"You really were fantastic today," Amanda said after a moment of silence.

"Thanks. Practising with Emily has really helped," I replied, taking the cigarette back from Amanda. "I hadn't played all that much before coming here."

"Well, you're a natural," Amanda smiled. "And don't worry about Craig. He has this hero complex where he has to be the best at everything. He'll feel threatened for a while, but he'll get over it."

I caught myself from saying what I really thought about Craig and his issues, but I stopped myself just in time. I had promised to be on Amanda's side when it came to Craig, especially at home with our sisters. It wouldn't be a good look for me to fold on that promise on the first day.

"I'm sure it'll all work out," I smiled. "I'm quite lovable after all."

"I've noticed," Amanda said quietly. "Anyway, I have a trip this weekend that I need to pack for, so I'll leave you to it."

The reddening of her cheeks and the speed at which Amanda retreated made me feel like Amanda felt as bothered as I was by our time together. I smiled to myself at that minor victory.

I may not have her, but I definitely owned a private parking space inside her head.

I stubbed out my cigarette and tossed it in the garbage before heading up to my flat. I thought about heading back inside to help with the cleaning, but I guessed if Amanda was outside chatting to me, it was probably all done. I could head inside and see who was still awake, but I had a suspicion that there was someone waiting for me in my flat.

All week I had gone to bed to find either Erica or Emily waiting for me. I never got to choose, and I never saw both of them at once. Meaning they obviously organised who was spending what night with me. I imagined a spreadsheet layout on Mel's bedroom wall as she handed out assignments to her sisters for the month.

I wasn't sure why I imagined Mel in that mix since we hadn't even spent a night together yet, but it seemed fitting for the petite, platinum-haired demon.

I opened the door to my flat to find all the lights were off, but the glow of two dozen candles filled the small space, giving it a warm, cosy feeling. I closed the door behind me and kicked my shoes off. The main living room of my flat was empty, but the bedroom door was closed. I crossed the room slowly, knowing that my lover in the bedroom was waiting for me. I pushed the door opening slowly, knowing who I'd seen before my eyes lay upon them.

"Hello, beautiful. I thought I wasn't going to see you for dessert?" I said, letting my eyes roam over Erica's naked body. Erica laid out on my bed, the dozen or so candles in the room bathing her skin in a warm glow. Shadows danced across her flesh, concealing and revealing her perfection with quick, jagged motions.

"Hello, handsome," Erica smiled, her eyes locking onto mine. "What can I say? You left me satisfied but wanting more."

"Well," I smiled, pulling my shirt over my head. "We can't leave you wanting more."

This time it was Erica's turn to ogle my body. I was far from a super-ripped bodybuilder, but a life of hard work and being on the edge of poverty had done wonders for keeping myself in shape. Add that to my enjoyment of lifting heavy shit, and I was pretty happy with the looks I received from women whenever I took my shirt off. Especially if those women were my half-sisters.

"I may have to come here more often," Erica said, still not looking me in the eyes.

"You're more than welcome," I replied, keeping up the play talk as I unbuckled my belt slowly. "You are a most valued visitor."

Erica bit her bottom lip as my belt loosened and her eyes locked onto my crotch. I knew the best way to distract my sexy sibling in almost any scenario. I just had to pull out my dick. It was how I imagined I must look whenever Erica flashed her magnificent melons to me. Like an animal in the headlights.

The button popped on my jeans, and the zipper slowly slid down. Meanwhile, Erica's shifted her position on the bed. Earlier, she was lying on her side, her legs bent at the knees, a hand on her hip, and one supporting herself as she propped her head up, waiting expectantly. Now she was lying on her stomach, lifting onto her hands and knees slowly as she inched closer to the edge of the bed. Her eyes never left my crotch.

My zipper reached the end of its descent, and my erection begged to be set free. I was already hard enough to hammer screws by the time the bedroom door had finished opening, and having Erica so close only made my cock throb and leak pre-cum.

Erica's face brushed close against the crotch of my pants, and I felt her hands over mine, at the waistband of my jeans. With her help, my jeans and underwear slide over my hips and down my legs, my cock bouncing free and almost smacking Erica in the face. I inhaled in anticipation, eyes closing out of habit as I waited for the warmth and softness of Erica's mouth around the tip of my penis. Erica was so fond of my cock that she would often just work me with her lips, tongue, and throat until I filled her mouth.

Warm breath enveloped my erection from the base of my shaft to the tip of my penis. I could almost feel Erica's slightly parted lips as she moved along my rod teasingly. Erica wasn't usually one for teasing, but I had to say I was thoroughly enjoying the sensations. My cock was practically oozing in anticipation now.

Erica's hands on my chest forced my eyes open. My gorgeous--incredibly naked sister--was kneeling on the bed in front of me, the palms of her hands pressed against my bare chest. My cock pointed down slightly, between her legs, as if it were telling me what it wanted for dinner.

"Hey," Erica smiled as my eyes opened.

"Hey," I smiled back, my hands finding the perfect resting place on her hips.

"I love you," Erica said, leaning in closer. Her eyes smouldered with enough passion to burn any ordinary man. Or make him lose his load.

"I love you too," I replied truthfully.

Our lips met with a gentle, soft kiss that transformed into one of passion as soon as our tongues joined the fold. Our bodies pressed tighter together, my cock slipping between her legs as Erica's large breasts mashed against my chest. I pulled at her body, wanting more of her warm, hot flesh against my body than was entirely possible.

"You are so amazing," I said breathlessly once our lips parted.

Erica moaned a wordless reply as I attacked her neck, kissing and nibbling the soft, sensitive flesh as my hands grasped her firm, juicy ass. I couldn't get enough of this woman's body. Every inch of her body and flesh was made for sin, and every atom of her body pulled at me to be with her. My cock pulsed between her legs, the wetness from her own arousal spurning me on, almost causing my very own climax without any penetration.

"I need you inside me," Erica said finally, pulling away and crawling up the bed on her back. Her legs opened for me, welcoming me into their warmth.

I practically jumped onto the bed after her.

Erica's legs closed around me, her soft thighs pressing against my hips as she took me into her. Our lips met once more, and I felt one of her delicate hands grasp at my shaft, guiding me to where I needed to be. Her hips were angled perfectly, and my rod was as lubricated from my own pre-cum as Erica's pussy was from her own juices. I slid into her with an agonizingly slow thrust. We moaned in unison--our eyes never leaving each-others--as I hilted myself deep inside of Erica's welcomingly warm tunnel.

"I'm never going to get tired of this," Erica said breathlessly, almost as if she'd run a marathon already. Her chest was heaving with excitement, and her pupils were dilated.

I let myself press against her body as I started to slowly move my hips. I wanted to feel every inch of her skin against mine. I wanted to feel her heartbeat through her chest and experience every motion she made while I was inside her. I wrapped my arms behind her, pulling her tight against me. Erica responded in kind and encircled me with her arms. Then our lips met once more.

Usually, sex between Erica and myself was fast paced and rough. She loved being treated like a cheap whore, and I had to be honest; I loved treating her that way. It didn't mean that we didn't love each other. On the contrary, I believe it solidified our love and made those moments of cuddling and kissing in the early hours of the morning that much more special. At least between the two of us anyway.

But there were times for rough, primal sex and times to make love, and right now, we were making love. Our movements were deliberate and slow, matching one another's rhythm perfectly. There was no rush, no hurry to reach the finish line. There was only the moment and the feeling of being connected in so many ways that I wished this act would never end. But before long--longer than I would think anyway--my slow-building climax would suddenly break free, and I would flood Erica's pussy with a heavy flow of cum. But I didn't stop there. I couldn't. Erica would be going away for a weekend, and I needed as much of her as I could.

I kept pumping into her, even as my body instantly wanted to relax. My cock was still hard, so it only took a minute or two before my body started reacting the way I wanted it to. Erica had obviously felt me fill her up but said nothing when I continued pumping inside her.

I sat back after a few more minutes and took hold of Erica's thighs, just behind the knees, as I slowly pumped in and out, in and out. I looked down her body to see a mixture of sweat glistening over her skin and noticed the same on my chest and stomach. The temperature in the room always increased rapidly whenever we were together.

"You are so perfect," I said, admiring her naked body.

"As are you," Erica said, her eyes smouldering with desire as she ran a hand up my stomach to clutch my chest. "Holy fuck, that is hot."

I looked down to where we were still joined. My hips were still doing their thing--almost as if they had a mind of their own--but I watched along with Erica as my cock vanished inside of her like a magician performing a magic trick. I knew I was on the higher end of the scale when it came to cock sizes, but my sister took me like she was made for it.

"It's coming out," Erica gasped as a shiver ran through her body.

I wasn't sure what she meant to begin with, but before long, I noticed a creamy substance oozing out from her pussy, squeezing past my shaft. It was the massive load I had deposited into her a few minutes earlier. Cum clung to the sides of my shaft, sliding in and out as I worked Erica's pussy like a butter churn. Globs of cum stuck to the insides of Erica's thighs, joining the party of her own juices that coated both our nether regions. We were truly making one hell of a mess.

"Let me on top," Erica said, her eyes wild with lust.

I obeyed immediately, letting my cock slip free from her with a groan. It was one of the hardest things I had ever done in my life. I slid onto the bed on my back, just as Erica rolled to her knees and threw a leg over me like she was mounting a horse. Her breasts bounced into my vision, and I found myself entirely distracted by how perfect they were. That was until I felt my sibling and lover impale herself slowly on my shaft once again.

"It sucks not having you inside me," Erica moaned, then bit her bottom lip as she gyrated her hips.

"I feel the same," I gasped, grabbing a hip with one hand while groping one of her heavy breasts with the other.

Erica moaned as my hands massaged and roamed her body. I knew every inch of this goddess's body by now, but each time was like I was exploring new and exciting territory. Everything about her excited me, from the cute dimples at the small of her back to her amazing juicy ass and long, toned legs. There wasn't a part of her that didn't excite and arouse me.

With my first climax done and dusted, Erica knew it would take some effort to reach my second. It was always the case, and most of the time, we just left it at the one. We did need sleep after all, and some of our more intense nights together had left the both of us a little wiped out.

I distinctly remember a day earlier this week when Erica had difficulty walking the morning after. We had decided it was a good idea to down a bottle of whiskey together and fuck the night away. It was fun, but both of us were a little worse for wear the following day.

This time though, Erica seemed determined to get more out of me.

Erica's pussy pulsated and clenched at me in ways I hadn't felt before, as if she was trying to milk every drop of seed from my balls. Her hips bucked and gyrated, keeping up a steady pace that would have given a belly dancer envy with how well controlled her hip movements were. I could do nothing but hang on and enjoy the ride.

"Are you ready, baby?" Erica asked with a coy smile.

"Ready for what?" I asked.

Erica replied by lifting herself nearly completely off my erection--keeping just the tip between her luscious pussy lips--and spinning herself around before dropping her hips, encasing my cock inside of her velvety tunnel once more. The manoeuvre was quick and efficient, leaving me stunned and more than impressed.

My lover wasted no time as she began working her hips up and down. Erica's hands grasped my ankles as she leaned forward, giving me a fantastic view of her ass and my cock sliding in and out of her.

"Enjoying the view?" Erica asked, a little short of breath.

I replied by slapping one of her cheeks hard, which caused her to gasp and giggle. I gave her other cheek a slap before settling for groping her juicy butt as Erica bounced on my cock enthusiastically.

"I definitely wasn't ready for this," I managed to groan out.

"Oh, that wasn't what you needed to be ready for," Erica said, shooting a devious smile over her shoulder.

Without breaking eye contact with me, Erica moved her hands up my thighs and started massaging my balls. She had stopped bouncing on my cock now, and I was fully rooted inside of her. The massage on my balls did feel good, but it wasn't enough to finish me off. That was until Erica performed some sort of forbidden sorcery. Her fingers found a spot at the base of my scrotum, and along with her pussy squeezing and pulsing along my shaft, it sent me right over the fucking edge. It was like a sudden punch to the stomach, taking my breath away and shocking all of my senses. Before I knew what was happening, I was pouring a tidal wave of seed into her pussy.

A few minutes must have passed while I was in an almost vegetative state. My eyes were able to focus, and my brain rebooted. I looked down at my lover to see a satisfied look on her face as she licked my sperm off her fingers.

"What the fuck was that?" I asked, clearly exhausted.

"Just something a friend of mine told me to try," Erica smiled.

"Remind me to thank your friend," I laughed. "That was intense."

"I'll let her know tomorrow," Erica winked.

I suddenly wished I was going on the trip with Erica and her friend. Maybe we could have sorted something out.

"Well. We've made a huge mess," I said, finally taking in the aftermath of my second climax. My first load had been leaking out of Erica's pussy while we were fucking, but the second seemed to fill her to the brim and pour out of her almost instantly. Thick globs of white pooled around the base of my cock, covering both our pelvis' with a cum cocktail that I was sure would stain the very fabric of the room with how potent it was.

"Maybe burn these sheets?" Erica asked, sliding off my cock with a disappointed groan and draping herself along my body.

"Maybe the whole house," I laughed, wrapping my arms around her and giving her a kiss.

"Come on. I'll help you get cleaned up," Erica said, kissing me back before climbing from the bed and offering me a hand.

"I guess I'm the sex cripple this time," I laughed, taking her hand.

My legs did feel a little weak when I first stood up, but I was alright by the time I made it to the bathroom, well enough to give Erica's juicy butt a firm grope that divulged into us making out against the wall while the water heated up. We could hardly keep our hands from each other as we showered, which was okay by me. I soaped up her naked body, paying extra special attention to her breasts, ass, and between her legs. Even drawing a short and quick orgasm from her with my hands alone.

Erica repaid the favour when it was my turn to get clean. Soaping up my chest, stomach, and ass before making extra sure my cock was clean. She worked shower gel into my rod with both hands, soaping up my balls before performing the same trick. It wasn't as intense this time--since I was ready for it--but it had me painting her stomach with a load so large it looked like I had abstained from anything sexual for over a month.

Once we were all clean--after messing ourselves up again--and dried, we decided it might be best to sleep in Erica's bed for the night. My sheets were a mess, and the smell of the night's activities was far worse than it had been in the past. We both dressed--me in a pair of shorts and Erica her robe--before stripping my sheets off the bed and opening a few windows before heading down to the main house, hand in hand.

The bottom floor of the house was dark, but I could hear talking from upstairs. Erica deposited the dirty sheets in the laundry while I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. The washing machine started up, and Erica met me by the base of the stairs.

"You know how to use the washing machine?" I asked jokingly.

"Shut up," Erica smiled, rolling her eyes. "I'm totally house-wife material. I just have all this too."

Erica ran her hands down her body, pulling the robe up at the hem to display her long, smooth legs. Which I totally indulged in. Even though I just saw her naked, I never grew tired of checking her out.

"You sure the others won't mind?" I asked, glancing upstairs.

"Only Amanda. And she is just jealous she isn't fucking you," Erica shrugged. "But that's her fault, not yours. You'd join her in bed now if she asked you."

"You saying I'm easy?" I asked, acting offended.

"No, my dear brother," Erica smiled, placing a hand on my cheek. "But you have seen Manda's ass, haven't you? Hell, even I'd fuck her if she wasn't so straight."

I didn't know why, but I hadn't really thought about my sisters in bed with one another. They were all into me--and obviously okay with a modicum of incest--but it never really crossed my mind to think about how they felt about each other. There were no signs of anything happening behind the scenes before I came home, but did that mean the feelings and thoughts were never there, to begin with? Or did I start some fucked up chain reaction with sisters wanting each other?

It was an interesting chain of thought. I'd have to bring it up with Mel next time we have some privacy. It involved sex and her siblings, so I was sure she, the little nymphomaniac, would enjoy the topic.

"You all have nice butts," I said, trying to stay neutral on the topic of which sister had the best rack/ass/legs. I may not be experienced in dating multiple women at once. But I wasn't an idiot.

"Good answer," Erica smiled. "But we all know Amanda has the best ass. There is no shame in being second to that trophy, and I feel no shame in being second to any of my sisters because they are all amazing."

"You're good," I laughed. "I may have to get you to write some talking points down for me."

"Anything for you, my love."

Erica stepped into my arms, and we shared a soft, sensual kiss. My hands rested on her lower back, and I felt--more than heard--Erica moan into my mouth as my fingers pressed against the small dimples on her back. I had found out early on that these dimples were like little on buttons for her libido. Pushing them both at the same time was a sure-fire way to get Erica grinding against your leg like a cat in heat.

"We'll have to be quiet," I whispered into her ear, knowing what she wanted.

"Then you'll have to gag me with something big," Erica whispered back, running her tongue up my neck.

My cock bounced to life and throbbed with the need of the moment. It was late--or early in the morning--but I didn't have work tomorrow, and Erica would be gone for a couple of days.

"Let's go see what I can do about that."