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.