Chapter 7

I sat on the steps to my flat for about fifteen minutes, reliving the few minutes that passed between Amanda and myself. On one hand I had really enjoyed the kiss with my gorgeous sister, but on the other hand, I knew it was wrong. From Amanda's reaction to our kiss, she felt the same. Not only was she my sister, she was already in a relationship.

I sparked up another cigarette as I sat there wrestling with my thoughts, hoping to garner some inspiration on how to deal with the situation I'd gotten myself into. Amanda had initiated the kiss, but I hadn't pulled away. I'd just gotten swept up in the moment and I hadn't cared about the consequences of that kiss. It just felt so right.

I stubbed out the cigarette and decided to try and get some sleep. I thought about heading back to the party to hang out with Emily—and potentially Jen—but the thought of running into Amanda so soon made me anxious. I desperately wanted to take her in my arms again and tell her exactly how I felt, and that it wasn't wrong what we did, but I thought it best to give her space for now. We'd both had our fair share to drink tonight, and the coming conversation would be better with a clear head.

After entering my flat, I kicked my boots off and let the door slam shut behind me. I didn't bother turning any lights on, I just went to the fridge to grab something to drink. A fresh six-pack sat on one of the shelves, and I wondered which of my thoughtful sisters had left these for me. Probably Amanda. Although, with the rate Erica had been handing me drinks all night, it could have been her. Either way, a nightcap was just what I needed right now.

I took a long swig of my beer before grabbing a second one and heading into the small bedroom. I pulled the curtains open to let the pale moonlight flood the room, then stripped down to my boxer's before flopping onto the bed, not even bothering to get under the covers.

I lay there for a few minutes while I finished my beer, thinking about the way Amanda's lips felt against mine. The feel her body pressed into me and the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips. Just the thought of her gave me a raging boner, and I would have loved nothing more than to take her in my arms right here and now.

"Tomorrow's problems," I muttered to myself as I finished my beer.

My eyes grew heavy even as I thought about the kiss that had changed everything, and I found sleep far easier than I thought I would. Especially in my current condition of arousal.

Almost as soon as I closed my eyes—or at least that's how it felt—I felt my bed shift under me. A hand trailing up my leg confirmed that I wasn't alone in my room as I had been. I pushed myself up onto my elbows to get a look at my uninvited guest, but the pale moonlight was casting shadows across her face, only giving me a view of pale skin and dark hair. Before I could say a word, I felt lips press against mine and a very obviously naked body press against me. I instinctively kissed the woman back as my hands found her hips, pulling her against me. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues danced, and I felt her slender fingers run up and down my arms.

It felt like we'd been kissing for a solid ten minutes before we both finally came up for air, sucking in great big gulps of air. My heart was hammering in my chest from a mixture of excitement and arousal. I still didn't know who my visitor was, and part of me hoped it was Amanda. But the last thing I wanted to do right now was say the wrong woman's name.

Our lips met again with a hungry intensity that could have been my sister's, but it didn't feel the same. The kiss felt more lustful, and greedy than Amanda's had. It felt more like how I expected kissing Erica would feel. The woman lying atop of me had a flawless body by touch, but she didn't feel how I expected Erica too. Out of all of my sisters, she was the one I would expect to climb into my bed in the middle of the night. But somehow, I knew it wasn't her.

"I missed you when you left the party," the woman said softly, and I knew it wasn't one of my siblings.

"I was feeling a little tired," I replied softly.

She straddled my waist and sat up, giving me a fantastic view of her naked breasts that jutted out from her chest. The moonlight illuminated Jen's face just enough for me to see her biting her bottom lip and eyeing my naked chest hungrily.

"I hope you've had enough sleep," she cooed.

"I think I've slept plenty," I grinned, not knowing how long I'd even been asleep for.

My erection was still as strong as it was when I'd fallen onto my bed, and I knew Jen could feel it. Her hips rocked back and forth slowly as she slid the lips of her pussy along my still concealed shaft, leaving the fabric of my shorts wet to signal she was well and truly turned on.

Part of me wanted to turn this woman away. I'd started something with Amanda earlier, and there was no denying the connection I had with Erica, and even Emily. Any decent man would deal with that before climbing into bed—or letting someone climb into his bed—with another woman. A friend of one of his sisters too. But then again, any decent man wouldn't be pining after his own siblings.

I was only human after all.

I pulled Jen into a hard kiss once more, and our tongues battled one another again with an increased intensity. Her hands touched every inch of my torso and arms while my own traced lines up her sides, down her back and over her hips before grabbing her perfect round ass. Jen moaned as my fingers dug into her firm cheeks, and she rubbed herself against my unyielding member with renewed fervour.

Suddenly, her lips were gone, and her weight shifted on top of me as she slid down my body. Her fingers tugged at the waistband of my shorts and I lifted my hips to aid in her quest to free my dick from its confines. My painfully hard erection sprang forth with an almighty slap against my stomach, and I heard Jen moan softly. She quickly pulled my shorts down and straddled my chest, so that she was facing my feet. This gave me an amazing view of her small, shaved pussy. Her lips had a fine sheen across them that spread to her thighs that spoke of her arousal, and the sweet smell of her was intoxicating. I wasted no time as I wrapped my arms around her thin waist and pulled her against my face, lapping at her slick folds and quickly finding her exposed clit with my lips.

Jen had grasped the base of my cock but hadn't done much else. Her moans which followed a surprised gasp gave me the impression that the raven-haired beauty thought she would be in control and hadn't expected me to dive right in. I was ridiculously horny after the last two days of torment with my beautiful sisters, so I let myself go and enjoyed what was on offer.

Jen finally did get her mouth around my penis, after a few minutes of barely being able to focus enough to even stroke my dick. The first touch of her tongue against my tip sent a shiver up my spine, and the feel of her soft lips against my shaft had me aching for more. I nearly busted my load immediately when I felt her warm mouth engulf my tip, but I kept my shit together and focused on my task of eating her out like she was my last meal.

"Holy shit," Jen moaned. "You're really good at that."

I'd pulled her hard against my face as I lapped and tongue-fucked her sweet pussy, making replying to the gorgeous woman quite difficult. But I gave her firm ass a hard slap right before taking her clit between my lips and sending her over the edge.

Jen's body tensed, her back arched, and I felt her thighs tighten on either side of my head as her first climax ripped through her body. She still had one hand on my erection, but she was unable to focus on anything else. She simply lay there with my cock pressed against the side of her face while I held her hips firmly in place as I attacked her pussy with renewed fervour, increasing the length and intensity of her orgasm.

After a minute of Jen moaning and yelping in pleasure, I finally relaxed my attention on her vagina, and the still shaking woman collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily.

"My turn," I said, kissing her sopping pussy one last time.

My tongue against her lips caused Jen to moan in pleasure once more, just as I slipped out from underneath the trembling woman and rose to my knees behind her. I was hard as nails now and I desperately needed some relief. I didn't much care for this girl and how she acted, but she had a killer body, she was here and willing, and most importantly, she wasn't related to me.

I stroked her smooth pussy a few times and massaged her juices along the tip of my cock. Then pressed it to her entrance. Jen arched her back, angling her hips to give me better access to her warm tunnel, so I took that as all the invitation I needed. I slipped the tip of my penis inside her slowly, making sure not to hurt the girl. She was so wet and worked up that I encountered little resistance and was able to hilt myself inside her on the first thrust.

"God fucking damn you're big," Jen moaned.

I didn't reply, I simply slapped her ass again and started pumping my hips, which brought many a curse and moan to the pale-skinned woman beneath me.

Jen must have still been feeling the effects of her first orgasm since she didn't even get to her knees. She simply laid on her stomach with her arms out to either side, clutching the bed covers. The arch of her back and angle of her hips made her firm ass stick up nicely, and I grabbed a hold of her taut cheeks for leverage as I started pounding her hard and harder.

"Pull my hair," she groaned after a few minutes of intense fucking.

I complied with her wishes and planted one of my feet on the bed beside her to be able to lean over and gain better leverage and power for each stroke. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back hard while I pressed my other hand into the small of her back to keep her in place as I ploughed her juicy pussy.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" Jen moaned.

I felt her pussy clench up before her body began to tremble again. Her vagina squeezed my cock like a vice-grip, and I had to stop my thrusting as the sexy woman began climaxing on my dick. There really was nothing like a gorgeous woman having an orgasm while you were inside her. Her pleasure being given by what you have and her taking it so willingly. As amazing as it felt though, I couldn't help but wish it was one of my sisters beneath me.

I growled in frustration as my own mind wanted something I shouldn't and began pounding into Jen again as soon as her pussy relaxed a little. Jen must have taken my growl and increased pace as eagerness to please her, because she started spurning me on with comments like 'Fill my pussy,' and 'That's right, I'm your dirty whore.' The dirty talk would usually be right up my alley, but I was still trying to get my mind off the feel of Amanda earlier. How her lips felt and the way her body melted into mine. It was perfect.

Another fifteen minutes of relentless pounding passed, and I was covered in sweat. It ran down my naked body freely, dripping onto Jen's slick skin. Jen herself orgasmed a couple more times and had gone mostly quiet apart from her whispers of 'fuck' and 'oh shit' every dozen or so seconds. My muscles were starting to ache, and I was feeling a slightly pained pressure in my balls from not being able to cum, and I wondered if I should change position, or just pretend like I was done and get to sleep. That's when movement by the open bedroom door caught my attention.

I looked up to see a figure standing in the doorway. The figure was obviously a woman, but in the shadows, I couldn't tell who it was. She stood there watching Jen and myself, but I had a feeling her eyes were on me alone.

"Keep going, please!" Jen pleaded, and I realized I'd stopped.

Not wanting Jen to notice our audience, I grabbed a fistful of her hair once more and pressed the side of her face against the soft mattress, making sure she was facing away from the bedroom door. I'd quickly found out that Jen enjoyed being manhandled, so I guessed this wouldn't be a problem.

My eyes went back to the bedroom door, and the figure had taken a step closer. She wore a dark silk robe that opened down the front, showing a tantalizing view of her milky skin beneath. Her large breasts stood out with firmly erect nipples begging to be sucked. My eyes trailed up her smooth legs, over her wide hips and smooth stomach before lingering slightly longer on her impressive tits. Black hair with a streak of red framed my half-sister's gorgeous face, but her blue eyes were what made my knees weak.

Our eyes met and I could see a burning lust behind her gorgeous orbs. She'd come here in the middle of the night for a reason, and It took every ounce of my willpower to not throw Jen out of my room and take Erica and give her my seed instead. It felt right.

I couldn't do that though, even if Jen was a bit of a bitch. I just wasn't that type of guy. But, no one said I had to stop.

I locked eyes with Erica as I continued to pound Jen with a renewed sense of purpose. The sound of our slick bodies slapping together were echoed by Jen's loud moans as she continued to take me. But my attention and eyes were on Erica. She'd pulled the robe off completely now and leaned against the doorframe with her legs apart. My eyes drank in her naked beauty like a drowning man at a fountain. Then she began touching herself.

Erica began slowly at first, rubbing her hand over her bald pubis as she watched me intently before slipping two fingers easily inside herself. She was obviously well warmed up, and I could see the wetness of her fingers when she pulled them out and sucked the digits into her mouth. I let out another growl of lust and slapped Jen's firm ass harder than I had before. The girl yelped but didn't say a word for me to stop. Erica quickly began fingering herself, never taking her eyes off mine.

I approached climax much quicker now as my eyes had the stimulation of Erica before me, pleasuring herself, and I felt like she was close too. Her legs were spread wide enough to give me an unobstructed view as she fingered herself to the pace I set with Jen. Her other hand was groping at her heavy breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples hard as she bit her bottom lip to keep quiet.

I felt the sudden rush of my climax coming and I knew I couldn't stop it even if I wanted too. I gave Erica a look, and she nodded as if she knew and was close herself.

I let out an almighty groan of pleasure as I pulled my cock from Jen's now well-used pussy and gave myself a half a dozen strokes. I kept my hand on Jen's head to make sure she didn't look up and spot Erica, but other than that, my attention was on her sister completely. Our eyes locked as I started shooting my cum all over Jen's ass and back. Erica shuddered and squeezed her thighs closed around her hand in what I suspected was a silent orgasm.

By the time I was done, Jen's firm, round butt was covered in my seed, and a few big strands of my cum had shot up her back. The sight was highly arousing as she lay there panting heavily, but I only wished it was Erica instead. No...if it was her, I would have filled her up without a second thought.

The look on Erica's face was one of pure lust as her eyes roamed my naked body and rested on my still hard cock, slick with Jen's juices. She took her finger back in her mouth, sucking them clean—before giving me a wink and collecting her robe. She slipped away silently just as Jen pushed herself up onto shaky elbows.

"I need a shower," was all she said, and I directed her to the bathroom.

I probably needed a good long shower myself, but I didn't want to move from my bed. I started stroking myself almost as soon as Jen left the room. I kept the image of Erica in mind, and I was shooting another load onto my stomach in no time at all.

I cleaned myself up and climbed under the covers and fell asleep as soon as my head settled on the pillow.

I awoke the next morning with a throbbing headache and a powerful erection tenting the sheet that covered my waist. The sun streamed in through the open curtains, temporarily blinding me as I first opened my eyes. Images of the night before flooded my mind, and I sat up in bed only to see I was alone. Jen must have bailed early or left after her shower. I didn't remember her coming back to bed, but I was out like a corpse after our intense fuck session had drained me. I felt refreshed—apart from the seedy feeling and throbbing head from the alcohol—and I concluded that I really just needed to get laid. It had been a while since I'd been with a woman, and the buffet of supple flesh on display each day in this house had really done a number on my libido. I was hopeful I'd be able to keep my urges in check from now on.

I lay in bed for a few minutes before dragging myself to the bathroom for a nice hot shower. The water felt amazing on my sweaty, sticky skin and even lessened the thumping of my headache to a minor annoyance that a couple of painkillers and some water would fix. Once I was clean and dried, I pulled on a fresh pair of boxer shorts, black jeans, black band t-shirt and grabbed my phone before leaving my flat and heading down to the main house.

It was closer to midday than I originally thought, and realized I'd slept in far later than I was comfortable with. I had no idea what time it was when Jen appeared in my bed last night, so I was probably up quite late.

I checked my phone as I walked gingerly down the sun-heated concrete on bare feet but wasn't surprised I didn't have any missed calls or messages. So far only my sisters had my phone number. I was hoping I had a message from Amanda—or maybe a missed call—to ease my anxiety about confronting her a little. I had no idea what to expect from my eldest sister.

My seductive vixen of a sister had come to my room last night with an intent, one that Jen had beaten her to. Whether or not she was disappointed to find another woman in my bed wasn't clear, since she stuck around to enjoy the show and get herself off anyway. A part of me hoped that was enough to curb her enthusiasm for me, but part of me wanted her to be the one in my bed as I ravished her instead.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't even notice Mel sitting by the pool, under a large umbrella in a simple black bikini. Her pale skin glistened slightly from sunscreen she'd applied.

"Good morning, sleepy head," Mel called out.

"Oh, hey," I replied, stopping in my tracks.

"I didn't see you much last night," Mel added as I walked over to her.

"Yeah, I kinda went to bed early," I replied.

"You weren't the only one," she smirked.

I wasn't sure what she meant by the comment, instead of asking her to elaborate on what she meant, I changed the subject. "Everyone else up already?"

"All but Erica. Amanda and Emily were up early to clean, then they went out together. They've been gone for about an hour and I'm expecting them home any minute now," Mel said.

"Shit...You guys should have woken me up and I'd have helped clean the place up," I replied.

"It's no problem, I'm sure you were tired after your busy night," Mel winked.

"You know," I sighed.

"Of course," she replied. "Don't feel bad. You're a young, attractive male. Seeking female companionship is only natural for you."

"Yeah, but she is Emily's friend," I said.

"Do you want to date her?" Mel asked.

"No," I replied.

"Then don't worry about it. Jen will move onto a new flavour in no time. You had fun, and that's what matters."

I slumped onto one of the reclining chairs beside my sister and sighed heavily. "I guess you're right. I just don't want to upset Emily."

"That's sweet of you, Nick," Mel smiled at me and gave my arm a friendly squeeze. "I'm glad you care about our sisters as much as you do."

"I care about you too," I added.

"I know," she smiled.

We sat there in silence for a few minutes before I decided it was time for breakfast, or lunch. Either way I was starving, and I needed about twelve cups of coffee to kickstart my brain. I'd already wasted a good part of the day, and I wanted to do something with my free time. I moved to stand up but froze at Mel's next question.

"Do you intend to act on your feelings for our sisters?"

It took my brain a moment to fully realize what she was asking me. I felt a cold chill through my body and was unsure of how to answer my platinum blonde sibling. We'd spent the least amount of time together out of all of my new siblings, and even though she was crazy hot, I didn't have the same infatuation with her as I did the others. Amanda felt like love at first sight, and Emily's cute smile and joyful nature could make any man fall for her, while Erica exuded sex and lust like a succubus. Amelia felt the most sisterly out of them all. Even though I found my eyes wandering her flawless figure as she lay in the shade.

"I don't know what you mean," I answered, deciding to play dumb.

"Either you think I'm stupid, or you're acting stupid," Mel laughed. "Either way, it's a little insulting."

I looked over to my sister and saw a smile on her beautiful face. There wasn't an ounce of judgement, anger or disgust in her gorgeous eyes. But there was a twinkle that could have been curiosity. Could I trust my blonde sister with my deepest, darkest secret? Surely she'd have her own reasons for keeping it, since her sisters seemed to have feelings for me to. Outing me would do nothing but out them. Or they could toss me out on my ass, and I'd lose my new family before I could even get to know them. But then again, why would they? Amanda had kissed me, and Erica had come to my room in the dead of night. I hadn't actually pushed either of them for anything.

"Was I that obvious?" I asked.

"No," she said. "But they were."

I hadn't thought about how my sisters acted around me, but if there was a change in their behaviour, it would be easy for someone who knew them well to notice. "When did you realise?"

"The day you showed up," Mel said. "I haven't seen Amanda so happy in such a long time, and Erica isn't very subtle around you."

"What about Emily?" I asked, more than a little curious.

"She's my twin," Mel answered, as if that was answer enough.

I wanted to ask Mel more about our sisters and what her thoughts were on the whole situation, but the sound of a car door closing signalled the siblings of our topic were home. I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me as I remembered last night with Amanda and began to worry about how this confrontation would go.

"I'll go see if they need a hand with anything," I said to Mel.

She didn't reply, but simply gave me a smile and went back to whatever she was doing on her phone. I got to my feet and headed for the sliding backdoor to the house. With a deep breath I steeled myself and stepped into the kitchen just as I heard the front door open.