I was positive Amanda was waiting for me to make a move on her, even if she wouldn’t openly admit it. I knew with utmost certainty that this was the night I could have her entirely to myself. But still, I hesitated. She and Craig hadn’t actually broken up. She’d just kicked him out for being a dick. I could easily take her in my arms, kiss her and spend the night in her room. It would be a memorable moment for both of us, but it might also cause unnecessary problems. I didn’t want Amanda to regret our first night together. Craig was a jerk, but Amanda was clearly very loyal. I couldn’t fault her for that, and I wouldn’t put her in a situation she couldn’t refuse.
I hadn’t known my siblings for long, but at the same time, it felt like I’d known them for my entire life. I felt such a solid connection to them that I couldn’t seem to remember what it was like without them. I definitely knew I could never go without them again. I loved each of them, and it was with that strong connection that I knew without a doubt that Amanda’s willpower would crumble under any pressure.
I couldn’t let myself take advantage of her like that.
I pondered on thoughts about Amanda as I finished up in the kitchen. I was so caught up in the work and my own head that I didn’t hear my phone chime. I picked it up, unlocked the screen, and saw I had three new messages.
One from each of my sisters, bar Amanda.
I opened the oldest message first–from Erica.
“Have fun tonight, lover. I’ll be thinking about you. Xoxo.”
I absently started stroking myself as I thought about Erica. I read the message over a few times before closing my eyes and remembering our last night together. She was just upstairs in her room, and it started to sink in that I could be with this woman every day. I smiled and opened the following message from Emily while still stroking myself.
“OMG! I’ve never seen Mel like this before. I can’t tell if she is mad or not. I’m a little bit scared. You should go play with her so she doesn’t do something mean to me ;).”
I chuckled at Emily’s text. I was definitely a little scared of the way Mel was looking at me. Well, scared and a little aroused at the same time. It was almost like her being outplayed had broken her brain a little. Like she couldn’t fathom how her twin–who I must admit isn’t the brightest bulb in the box–and her meathead half-brother was able to turn her little game around on her so well.
I thought about replying to Emily, but I wanted to check my last message first. It was from Mel.
“I’m coming for you.”
The words sent a shiver down my spine. It was like a message someone received in a horror movie, right before some knife-wielding psycho showed up.
I listened out for footsteps, knowing that Mel had gone to her room. Occasional movement overhead told me the girls were in their rooms, but I didn’t know enough about the house layout to know which room was above the kitchen. I turned to face where the stairs were, then followed an invisible line, up and down the hallway to where I stood. I suspected Amanda’s room was right above the dining area, which meant I was standing more underneath Erica’s. The twin’s rooms were on the opposite side of the house, which meant I might not hear Mel coming.
I doubted the platinum-haired vixen would come down so soon after her revelation. Mel enjoyed theatrics and playing games, and she enjoyed showing up when least expected, usually wearing as revealing an outfit as possible to get a rise out of me. I made an educated guess that she would come to me in my flat later tonight or not at all and get me sometime tomorrow. She would have the equivalent of lady blue-balls, but she was also devious and patient.
I glanced at the stairs and smiled, knowing what I had to do.
I crept up the stairs barefoot, careful not to alert anyone to my presence. It didn’t matter if the others knew I was on my way to visit Mel–even Amanda–but I was enjoying the feeling of sneaking around and taking my women off guard. I was almost constantly surprised by what my sisters could and would do once they set their minds to it, and I’d spend most of my time here reacting to their advances. It was time to give a few surprises of my own.
Starting with the silver-haired minx.
I winced a little at every slight creak as I ascended the stairs. The silence of the house made each groan sound like a thunderous stampede of elephants. I hadn’t remembered the stairs ever creaking this much at any other time and realised it must just be my imagination at the moment.
Although it felt like it’d taken half an hour, I made it to the top without incident and glanced down the hallway. I could immediately see Amanda and Erica’s doors were closed, and the bathroom door was open beyond them. No light came from the bathroom, so I assumed the girls were all in their rooms. I slowly crept down the hall, the soft carpet silencing my footsteps. I heard music coming from Amanda’s room, but it was faint–almost like it was coming from deep in her room. I stopped for a moment to listen and picked up the telltale sounds of a running shower.
My brain immediately conjured up images of Amanda in the shower. Her long, raven hair clinging to her porcelain skin as the steamy spray of her shower coated her naked flesh. I was hard in an instant and seriously considered testing my luck with the eldest of my siblings. I ultimately decided against it, especially since Amanda had respected my privacy the most out of my sisters, and I didn’t want to invade hers. Even though I desperately wanted to see her birthday suit.
I shook my head and summoned enough willpower to push on. It would be way too creepy to try and spy on her and a breach of trust in our relationship. I also wanted to focus on Mel for the night.
Before turning the corner, I stalked my way by Erica’s room and the main bathroom. Emily and Mel’s bedrooms were side by side, but Emily’s door was open enough to stream light into the hallway. I stopped at Emily’s door and pushed it open gently.
Emily was lying on her stomach across her bed, wearing a large set of headphones, like ones you’d see in a music recording studio. I didn’t even the faintest hum of music from them and guessed they were super expensive and high quality. She was dressed in a long charcoal T-shirt that had ridden up over her hips just enough to show she was wearing a small pair of cotton shorts that hugged her tight ass.
“Hey you,” Emily smiled at me, removing her headphones.
“Just wanted to say goodnight,” I smiled.
Emily rolled off her bed and crossed the room into my open arms. The bubbly brunette melted into my embrace as our lips met and tongues danced. I was still hard from thinking about Amanda in the shower, and Emily moaned as my dick pressed against her thigh.
“As much as I want you right now,” Emily gasped in between kisses. “You really need to spend some time with Mel.”
“I know,” I said, kissing along her collarbone. “I just wanted to give you a goodnight kiss.”
“Mmmmm,” Emily moaned. “But your kisses always make me so horny.”
“This isn’t the kiss I was talking about,” I whispered into her ear.
I felt Emily’s body shudder under my touch as I pulled her T-shirt up and over her head, discarding the fabric to a forgotten corner of the room. Emily’s breasts jutted out from her chest enticingly, her nipples already hard and begging for attention. I grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her easily as I walked across us both across the room.
“You’ll need to be quiet,” I whispered.
Emily nodded, bit her bottom lip, and then gasped as I tossed her down onto her bed. She giggled as she bounced on the springy mattress and playfully tried to scoot away from me, but I was quick and had a firm grip. I took hold of her ankles and pulled her towards me. I ran my hands down her smooth legs, hooked my fingers under the waistband of her shorts, and all but ripped from off her body. As I’d suspected, Emily hadn’t worn any underwear.
My eyes locked with Emily’s as I ran my hands up and down her long legs. Emily bit her bottom lip so hard I thought she might draw blood. “You make me feel so sexy.”
“It’s because you are,” I replied, kissing along her thigh.
“God, I need you so bad,” Emily whined. “But it would be unfair to Mel.”
“You know there’s enough of me to go around,” I winked.
“Oh, I know how much of you there is,” Emily smiled. “But it’s not the same, and you know it. Mel deserves all of you to herself as I have had.”
Emily was right, after all. She was being thoughtful of her sister, even at the expense of herself. If I left now to see Mel, I’d be leaving Emily in a rough state. She would have to try and sleep through her high state of arousal, knowing full well I was next door fucking her twin sister into a stupor. I honestly hadn’t meant to come here and start something with my brunette lover. But I was going to finish her.
“Keep quiet,” I said, in a far more commanding tone than I intended.
Emily looked about to protest, but her words cut off as I spread her legs open. I hooked my arms under her thighs and angled her hips so her knees pressed against her shoulders. Emily’s bare vagina glistened seductively as I lowered my face between her thighs. Her scent was intoxicating and arousing, causing my dick to throb and pre-cum to ooze from the tip of my penis.
I kissed along the inside of Emily’s soft, supple thighs, drawing moans of pleasure and torment from her beautiful lips. Emily urged me on without speaking, keeping her groans of pleasure to a low hum. She let out a sharp gasp at the first touch of my tongue. I licked up one side of her slick folds–pointedly avoiding her clit–and down the other side. Emily’s hips gyrated against my face, but I was in total control and could tease her as I wished.
A whining moan escaped Emily’s lips as she tried to urge her pelvis closer to my face. It was too much fun playing with her this way, but I didn’t want to waste the entire night here. After a few minutes more of teasing, I took a deep breath and dove in.
I pressed my face between Emily’s legs and relished in the warmth and wetness of her vagina. I plunged my tongue deep into her sex and swirled it for a few seconds before withdrawing and planting a kiss on her sensitive nub. Emily’s clit was easy to find and even easier to stimulate. No more than a few minutes had passed since I started my attack on Emily’s nether regions, and already she was biting into a small pillow to stifle her sounds of pleasure.
I double my effort on Emily’s pussy and clit, to try and break her resolve. I released my hold on her thighs and ran my hands up her smooth stomach to cup her perky breasts. Emily arched her back and pressed her chest into my hands simultaneously as she clamped her thighs around my head. I felt her entire body tense, then shudder.