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.