Everyone laughed, including Mel, but I couldn’t help but wonder if she was being serious or not. She still assumed Emily, and I hadn’t slept together, so I guessed she was joking. But then again, I never knew what was going on in her pretty little head.
I started preparing dinner with the assistance of my sisters and was a little surprised at how eager Erica was to help out. My busty lover needed directions in almost everything, but she never lost her smile as she worked. I decided to keep dinner simple with a tasty chicken and pasta dish my mother always made. It was cheap, filling, and tasted great–and more importantly–I wanted to make sure Mel and Amanda were able to eat it.
“If you can’t eat the chicken, I can make you something else,” I said to Mel. She had been silent during the course of preparing dinner, but I just wanted to make sure.
“Chicken will be fine. Thank you for the offer, though,” Mel smiled sweetly.
“Just trying to be helpful,” I grinned.
“Then maybe you should give me some more meat for dessert,” Mel said, stepping close and slipping her thigh between my legs to press against my crotch. “I’ll always have enough room for that.”
My cock bounced to life instantly at the closeness of her body. Mel was so much shorter than me that I was almost grinding against her hips, forcing the petite girl to stand on her toes as she leaned into me. I could easily pick her up–bend her over the kitchen counter–and have my way with her right here. I doubted that either Emily or Erica would mind in the slightest. But there was the issue of Amanda coming home soon, and she may or may not have Craig with her when she did.
Mel probably believed she was still fucking with me. As far as she knew, I hadn’t had sex since the morning Erica left, so she would assume I was blue-balling. Instead, I had pumped her twin full of my seed more times than I could remember since last night. I was horny–no denying that–but I had a release.
She hadn’t.
“As hot as this would be,” Erica said, looking from Mel to me and back again. “We need to get dinner ready before our dear sister and her dead-weight return.”
“Do you think Manda will bring him back?” Emily asked as she stirred the pasta.
“Amanda doesn’t make the best choices… so yeah, she probably will,” Erica rolled her eyes and sighed.
The front door opened on queue as if we were in some shitty nineties sitcom. Craig’s voice rang through the house like a gunshot, destroying the wholesome and horny mood that had settled over the kitchen. Amanda really needed to get rid of this guy.
Craig strolled into the kitchen as if he owned the house, his eyes giving Erica a quick once over before turning to me.
“Hey, man. You keen for our show coming up?” Craig asked as if he hadn’t just ogled my sister’s body in front of me.
“Yeah, it should be a good one. I’m looking forward to playing some more,” I nodded, letting his wandering eyes slide for now.
“We’ll have a few more rehearsal sessions before the gig, so we’ll be fine,” Craig said, then glanced around the kitchen. “What’s for dinner?”
Amanda followed Craig into the kitchen late enough that she wouldn’t have seen her boyfriend’s eyes wandering all over her younger sister. She gave me a pleasant smile before looping her arm through Craig’s and leading him over to the dining table and away from her sister’s disapproving glares.
“I cannot believe I am about to serve this cretin a meal,” Mel said, her cute nose scrunched up in a look of distaste.
“Can you try to be civil towards Craig for me?” I asked, flashing what I hoped was my most charming smile.
“I’ll do anything for you… Big brother,” Mel said, placing a hand on my crotch to emphasise her words.
My back was to the dining room, effectively shielding Mel from view. My petite sibling used her tactical positioning to full advantage as she stroked my ever-hardening cock. I leaned back against the kitchen counter and spread my legs a touch. Mel took my sign of acceptance and stepped closer, deftly unbuttoning my jeans and lowering my fly before sliding her hand inside. I gasped softly as her fingers found my shaft and instinctively glanced over my shoulder, afraid that Craig or Amanda might notice.
Amanda held her phone to her ear as she stepped through the sliding door to the backyard, and Craig’s eyes were fixated on Erica once more as she took a seat at the dining table opposite the blonde man. Erica leaned forward to speak to Emily–seated on the other side of where Amanda had been–framing her impressive breasts. My second eldest sister tucked her red-streaked fringe behind her ear, giving me a subtle wink. I glanced at Emily and saw a barely suppressed, mischievous smile creeping across her lips.
These girls were good.
“We always look out for one another,” Mel said as if reading my mind.
“I can see that,” I smiled at the beautiful, silver-haired vixen stroking my cock.
My jeans slipped down, pooling around my knees as Mel pumped my shaft with her left hand. Then she trailed her fingers up and down my stomach with her right hand. Her hands were incredibly soft, and her porcelain skin contrasted heavily against my darker complexion. I was far from a bronze-tanned model–living in England my whole life made that all but impossible–but a decade of outdoor manual labour jobs had helped rid myself of the standard pale English complexion.
“Fuck you have a nice cock,” Mel said quietly, sounding as if she were mesmerised by my erection.
I opened my mouth to speak but closed it immediately as Mel’s right hand joined in on my shaft. Mel pursed her lips, then opened her mouth slowly, sliding her tongue out. A stream of saliva ran down her tongue and over her bottom lip before falling away to land expertly on the tip of my penis. My body shuddered as Mel’s hands worked her saliva into my cock with twisting up and down motions. Mel let another three drops of saliva leave her mouth, never breaking eye contact with me.