I spent the next few hours catching up on my work, lost in my own little world as I day-dreamed about one or another of my sisters. I had no idea how I’d come to be so fortunate to land where I was. Sure, we couldn’t openly acknowledge our relationships for fear of legal problems and social stigma, but we were still happy and extremely satisfied.
Thoughts of a future with my sibling lovers drifted in as I worked. So far, I had just focused on the here and now, the enjoyment I felt at being with each of them. But would this last? Surely the girls would want something more sustainable and acceptable. It could have worked out if we’d never publicly acknowledged that I was their half-brother, but that cat was out of the bag. If Australia’s metal and music scene were anything like back in the UK, it wouldn’t be long before everyone knew who I was to them, so moving cities wouldn’t even fix it.
Was this sustainable? Who would be the first to bow out and seek something more? Did I want to stand in the girls’ way regarding long-term happiness? Amanda was with Craig still-as far as I knew-and leaving him would be the best thing for her regardless of whether or not we hooked up, and Erica had opened up about always being used by guys. But I wasn’t sure about Emily and Mel. Did any of them want to get married and have children? That would be impossible for us, wouldn’t it?
I was suddenly struck by how little I knew about these women.
This wasn’t my first time struggling with my relationship with these women. For one, I rarely knew them, which wouldn’t have been an issue if we weren’t related. It wouldn’t have been such an issue if it was just one of the girls I was sleeping with. I somehow landed with four drop-dead gorgeous women that loved me and were happy to share. I indulged in their love and bodies as often as I could-with gusto-and I really did love them. But I still found myself worrying-usually in a moment of post-nut clarity when my mind wasn’t filled with the sexy vixens that strutted around the house, tempting me into acts of blissful sin and debauchery.
I shook my head to dispel my thoughts and took a deep breath. Worrying about what the future held would do me no good. I’d have to talk to the girls separately.
My phone chimed, and I fished it out of my pocket to see a message from Amanda.
“On my way to pick you up :). How do I look?”
The attached selfie showed me a smiling Amanda. Her long raven hair hung loose in a purposefully messy wave over one shoulder. Her makeup was subtle, just a touch of eyeliner to frame her large, beautiful blue orbs. Amanda’s hips were cocked to one side as she rested her hands on them. The black jeans that hugged her legs rode low on her hips, leaving the creamy skin of her stomach bare where her band t-shirt didn’t cover. Amanda’s top looked like it had been modified, cutting the bottom section out and lowering the neckline to show off Amanda’s ample chest. It was out of place for her, and I wondered if she had borrowed it from Erica.
“You look incredible, although those jeans look painted on,” I replied, upping the ante with some casual flirting.
“Thanks!! I needed help squeezing into them.” Amanda replied quickly.
“Well… if you need help taking them off…” I replied, smiling to myself.
“I most likely will, but I’m sure Mel can help me again :p.”
An image of Mel tearing Amanda’s jeans off flittered into my mind immediately, and I was reminded of this morning in the shower with the twins. I’m not sure who would enjoy that more, Mel or myself.
I’d have to talk to the platinum-haired minx about her attraction to our sisters.
“I’m just about to change; I’ll meet you in the parking lot,” I replied.
I headed to the staff locker room and changed into a clean pair of cargo shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt. I was proud of my muscles and often caught Amanda eyeing my bare arms or chest. While changing, I ignored whatever idiotic conversation was coming from Mark and Justin, my fellow groundskeepers. I still wasn’t sure why John kept them around; they rarely ever did any work. On the other hand, Corey seemed to be stepping up and matching my efforts, distancing himself from dumb and dumber. Corey still didn’t speak much, but I felt a silent respect from the man.
I’d have to offer to buy him a beer one of these days. Having a few friends outside the family connection would do me good. But then again, he’d already met Erica. It might be best to keep him at a distance.
I saw John at his desk in his tiny office and knocked on his open door.
“Nick, working hard, I see,” John chuckled. “What can I do for you.”
“I’m just heading out for lunch with a friend. If anything comes up, call me,” I said. We were allocated an hour for breaks but expected to answer our phones if something happened.
“We’ll be fine,” John smiled. “You can take the rest of the day off If you’d like.”
“Really? You don’t have to,” I replied.
“Really. I like to keep my guys happy, and you do great work,” John smiled. “Enjoy the rest of your afternoon.”
“Thanks, John,” I grinned. “I really appreciate it. See you tomorrow.”
I stepped outside and sighed, my good mood shifting as my imagination created multiple scenarios where fucking my sisters ended badly for everyone.
But then I saw her.
It was almost like I was seeing her for the first time again, back at the airport the day I arrived. That day felt like a lifetime ago already, but I could still remember it vividly. Amanda was seated on a covered picnic table across from the groundskeeper staff room. A huge smile spread across her face-flashing her pearly whites-once she saw me.
Amanda stood up, then stepped down from her perch on the picnic table. The seated section of the table was higher than a standard step, generating a pleasant amount of bounce to Amanda’s breasts. The smile on her face made me believe she’d done it on purpose.
I stood there, stunned for a few seconds, before shaking myself off mentally.
“You look great,” I said, taking her in.
“Thanks,” Amanda smiled and gave me a little spin.