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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.