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.
Craig was indeed fixated on Erica’s tits when Amanda, Mel, and I emerged from the house. Erica had at least donned a top since I’d last seen her, but it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her heavy breasts bobbed from side to side pleasantly every time she shifted in her seat. I wasn’t overly thrilled by Craig’s staring, but it was more for Amanda’s sake than any jealousy. Anyone could look at Erica, but I’d be inside her later tonight, not them.
Mel left my side and took a seat with her twin at the large outdoor table. Emily looked cute, wearing one of my shirts with her wavy hair tied up in a messy ponytail. It didn’t look suspicious or out of place since Emily often wore overly large, men’s style t-shirts. Besides, Craig wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, even when there wasn’t a set of military-grade distractions in front of him.
“What are you doing here?” Amanda asked, folding her arms under her breasts.
“Hey babe,” Craig said, tearing his eyes away from Erica, and he at least had the decency to face her.
“What do you want?” Amanda asked, sighing heavily.
“Can we have some privacy?” Craig asked, glancing around at the small audience.
“We had plenty of privacy. But that wasn’t good enough at the time,” Amanda snapped.
I made an internal ‘Oh snap.’ At Amanda’s response, and saw a look of approval on Erica’s face and an amused smile on Mel’s lips. Amanda had never stood up to Craig in my presence, and the reaction from our sisters made me believe they hadn’t seen it very often–if at all.
“Come on, babe,” Craig actually pleaded. “Just hear me out. I want to make it up to you.”
Amanda stood silent and still as stone for what felt like an hour but was no more than a dozen seconds. Her shoulders relaxed, and she ran her fingers through her thick, raven hair. I noticed the gesture as something I often did when I was nervous or worried.
“Fine. Let’s go for a drive,” Amanda said finally, then turned to me. “Can you help Emily sort dinner? I shouldn’t be too long.”
“No problem,” I nodded, keeping my expression calm.
“Let’s go,” Amanda said to Craig, not sounding too enthusiastic.
Emily, Erica, Mel, and I waited silently as Amanda left the house with Craig. The blonde, pretty boy never glanced back as he walked out. But Amanda shot me a look before the front door closed behind her, and she looked confused.
“I thought she was going to do it,” Erica said.
“If Craig hadn’t shown up, she probably would have,” Mel replied.
“Wait… what?” Erica asked.
“Amanda was all but bent over and begging our dear brother to rail her,” Mel grinned.
“Hardly,” I shook my head. “You just caught us in a precarious position.”
“That’s why she looked so flustered,” Erica smiled. “But no, I was talking about her dumping Craig. I’ve never seen Manda stand up to him like that.”
“I know,” Emily jumped into the conversation. “I was so hoping this was the night.”
“I know what you mean. I really want to see the look on his stupid face,” Mel agreed.
“Come on, girls. Let’s butt out of Amanda’s love life,” I said. “She’s a big girl and can make her own decisions.”
“Nick, my dearest brother,” Mel smiled sweetly. “You, of all people, should be rooting for her to break up with that overinflated ego. We all know that if Amanda weren’t tied down with that waste of oxygen, she’d have shared your bed the first night you arrived.”
“I don’t think so,” I said, but then I remembered the party and how Amanda had been the first to kiss me. It wasn’t the first night, but it was close enough.
“I love you, Nick. But it took me a few days to understand my feelings and really love you,” Emily said. “I found you attractive, but it wasn’t until we spent time together that I fell for you. Amanda didn’t need that.”
“Same,” Erica nodded. “At first, I just wanted to fuck you. You’re so sexy, and the thought of having sex with my brother was so wrong it turned me on. But I could tell Amanda was smitten with you before she even picked you up from the airport.”
“You intrigued me at first,” Mel added. “I thought you were handsome, and you are an obviously wonderful person. You make each of my sisters happy, which means more to me than anything. I love you too. I really do. But it wasn’t instantaneous. Not like Manda.”
“Well…” I said, thinking about their words. “You girls certainly know how to make a guy feel special.”
“Of course we do. We are amazing after all,” Mel smiled. “Now, who’s down for an orgy?”