“I bet that feels nice and warm,” Mel said, leaving her lips parted just enough for me to see her wet, warm tongue.
Mel suddenly let go of my shaft and stepped away from the kitchen counter, leaving me with my pants down and cock out for anyone to see had they wandered into the kitchen. I knocked a fork onto the floor and knelt to collect it, pulling my jeans up and stuffing my angry erection away in the process. I knew Mel was messing with me, which didn’t make me feel so bad about the night before.
I turned around just in time to see Amanda walk in from outside. Mel had curiously taken the seat next to her twin, which put her in between Craig and Emily. I didn’t like that much at all since she was still so scantily clad. Craig’s eyes wandered over her bare skin for a moment but returned to Erica’s breasts like a deer in headlights.
Does this man have no self-control?
Amanda came into the kitchen and gave me a warm smile. “I’ll help serve out the food.”
“You don’t have to,” I said.
“Trying to tell me what I can and can’t do now?” Amanda arched a perfect eyebrow.
“Just taking your lead,” I winked.
Amanda grinned and shook her head; then her smile dropped as her eyes locked onto something behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see Craig all but drooling over Erica’s display of cleavage.
“Hey, you alright?” I asked Amanda.
“Yeah… let’s eat,” Amanda said, forcing a smile.
Amanda and I served up the food and took the remaining seats, and Mel’s sly wink confirmed my suspicions about her choice of seating. I was currently situated between Erica and Amanda, with an erection that refused to go away.
Craig took up most of the conversation at the table, mostly just talking about music and his band. No one other than Amanda really engaged with him, but he didn’t seem to care. Craig kept talking like he was the most important person in the room. I chimed in on occasion when the topic of bands and music came up, partly to make Amanda happy and partly because I was in a band with the guy. I should at least try to find some common ground.
Common ground that didn’t involve nailing my eldest sister.
The other three had been strangely quiet for the entire meal. Mel hadn’t even cracked any jokes toward Craig. She was texting away furiously on her phone most of the time and sharing pointed looks with Erica and Emily. Halfway through my meal, I realised all three of them were using their phones with varying degrees of secrecy.
“It’s about you,” Erica leaned close and whispered into my ear. “All good, of course.”
I looked to Mel, seated across from me, and the white-haired vixen shot me a playful wink before her thumbs blurred out another message to one–or both–of her sisters.
“You three are nuts,” I whispered back to Erica when Craig was distracted.
“Just wait for it,” Erica said.
“For what?” I asked.
Erica nodded across the table to the twins. I glanced over to see Emily typing on her phone. She looked up, brushed her hair away from her face, and gave me a cheeky smile before pressing send on her phone. Mel’s phone vibrated as she took a drink of water and casually picked it up like she had a dozen times so far at dinner.
Mel coughed, choking on the water for a second before she composed herself.
“Watch that gag reflex,” Erica smirked.
Everyone chuckled at her joke, even Amanda. It wasn’t often anyone got one-up on Mel since she was always so composed and usually the most intelligent person in the room at any given time. Mel’s mind was as sharp and witty as she was beautiful and sexy. It’s what I loved about her.
Mel glared at Erica silently, then her twin, before settling her intense eyes on me. My phone chimed in my pocket, which was odd since I only ever used it to contact the people in this room. I pulled it out to see I had a message from Emily.
“She knows ;).”
My phone chimed again with a message from Mel, and I glanced up to see her eyes still locked onto me. Had she even looked away long enough to type?
“Just you wait.”
Mel didn’t smile, not even once, during the remainder of dinner. She also didn’t send a single text after the one to me. Mel just stared at me like she was seeing into my soul and tearing away every fibre of my being. I was beginning to think that fucking with her might have been a huge mistake, and I got the feeling that Mel held a grudge.
“I’ll help clean up,” I stood and started clearing the table.
“I won’t stop you,” Amanda smiled. “But I will help.”
Mel’s eyes followed me as I moved around the table in a creepy, sexy way that mixed a touch of fear into my arousal. Emily gave me a cheeky smile, and Erica gave me ass a squeeze as I passed her. Then, Emily and Erica made themselves scarce with half-hearted excuses of feeling tired or wanting to play music.
Craig hung around the kitchen and helped himself to a beer from the fridge, and Amanda and I cleaned up. Mel stayed in her seat, her eyes fixed on me, only dropping away to stare daggers at Craig when it was evident he wasn’t leaving. I could see the rise of Mel’s chest, signalling that she was either angry or extremely excited. I was going to assume it was a little of both.
“I’ll be in my bunk,” Mel said, suddenly standing and striding from the room without looking back.
“Mel is acting stranger than usual,” Amanda said, a look of worry crossing her beautiful face.
“She’s always been a bit tapped,” Craig chuckled.
“That’s not a very nice thing to say, Craig,” Amanda chastised her boyfriend.
“Well, she is. I’m not surprised she is still single,” Craig replied with a lazy grin. “She’s hot and all but a complete nut.”
My jaw tensed at Craig’s insult. I didn’t care if I was supposed to be in a band with this fucker, or if he was Amanda’s boyfriend. I had promised her I would take her side, but I was not going to stand here and listen to him talk about one of my women that way.
Amanda’s hand on my arm calmed me almost instantly. One moment I was ready to break Craig’s jaw as my vision flashed red, but the soothing touch of Amanda’s hand on my arm flooded through my body. My eldest sibling gave me a sad look, then turned to her boyfriend with a look that mimicked my own emotions.
“Get out,” Amanda commanded in a cold, stern voice.
Craig looked shocked at Amanda’s tone and actually had the decency for once to look ashamed. He stood and held his hands out apologetically before looking at me, then back to Amanda.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he said.
“I know what you meant,” Amanda cut him off. “Get out.”
“You know I don’t always think before I speak,” Craig argued. “No filter and all.”
“It’ll be best if you go, Craig,” I added, softening my voice a little to take the edge off.
“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll go,” Craig nodded, giving Amanda an ashamed look. “I’m sorry.”
Craig turned and left without another word, Amanda’s eyes glued to his back the entire time. I half expected Craig to whip his phone out and start texting without a care in the world as he left, but I think even he had more decency than that. I was genuinely surprised at the show of emotion from him when Amanda got mad. Maybe there was more to the self-absorbed egomaniac than I thought.
“Fuck he makes me so mad sometimes,” Amanda slammed her fist down on the kitchen counter. “Why does he have to be such a jerk.”
“I think he realised he fucked up,” I said, surprised at my half-hearted defence of Craig.
“I know he did,” Amanda took a deep breath. “The problem is, he keeps doing shit like this and making it up to me later. You’d think he’d learn by now.”
“I don’t think Craig uses his brain very often,” I replied.
Amanda laughed, then smiled. “No… no, he doesn’t.
“So why are you with him?” I asked. “I’m genuinely curious.”
“He can be sweet and caring,” Amanda sighed. “Especially at the beginning and when we are alone. I know he acts like a bit of an alpha-male douche around his friends, but what guy doesn’t?”
“I don’t,” I said matter-of-factly.
“How do I know?” Amanda smirked. “You don’t have any friends.”
“Ouch,” I chuckled. “And here I thought you loved me.”
“I’m your sister,” Amanda patted my cheek. “I have to love you.”
The tension in the air suddenly thickened, and it was like we were n the garage early. I was suddenly very aware of how close she stood to me, and the phantom feeling of her body against mine amplified the touch of her hand on my cheek. My eyes dropped to her full lips, slightly parted with a soft wetness to them that promised the heavens and more. My cock hadn’t fully settled down from earlier and now strained against my jeans as if trying to reach out and grab Amanda to compensate for my hands being stationary.
“I should go,” Amanda said finally. “Are you right to finish up?”
“Yeah, no worries,” I nodded. “Are you going to be alright?”
“Yeah,” she nodded. “Are you?”
“Always,” I smiled.
“Goodnight,” Amanda returned my smile as she backed away.
“Goodnight,” I nodded.