I followed Craig into the kitchen and spotted Erica talking with Amanda. They seemed to be arguing about something, but I couldn’t tell what either was saying over the music. Amanda looked irritated as Erica rolled her eyes at her older sister. Things seemed bad between the two, but they were about to get worse.
Amanda and Erica turned to face me as I followed in beside Craig, and their faces changed. Erica’s face shifted to her ‘bitch don’t talk to me’ face that she wore the first day I met her, only she didn’t have any coy, flirty smile for Craig as she had for me. Amanda displayed her emotions much more openly. Her smile was there for just a second as she saw me, but it dropped when she saw Craig, then shifted into a stern frown.
“What do you want?” Amanda asked Craig.
Erica actually stepped up beside Amanda and folded her arms under her breasts, pushing them together and generating a lovely amount of cleavage. It looked like even when the sisters were fighting; they would have each-others backs.
“I want to talk,” Craig said.
“We’re about to have dinner,” Amanda said, her tone making it evident he wasn’t invited.
“Look, I know I messed up,” Craig said in a convincingly remorseful tone. “Can we just talk?”
Amanda glanced at me for a spit-seconded, then sighed heavily before turning to Erica.
“Can you get dinner set out?” Amanda asked.
“Are you fucking kidding?!” Erica said, her voice rising in volume.
“Please?” Amanda placed a hand on her sister’s arm.
“I’ll help,” I said, slipping past Craig to grab up some of the plates.
“I won’t be long,” Amanda assured us, then she led Craig into the living room.
Erica and I began moving plates of served food to the backyard, where the girls were. It was warm but not overly humid like it had been. It would be a lovely evening, and I was beginning to think the weather might start to cool. I was still unfamiliar with the season cycles here.
Mel, Emily, and their friends took their seats, and everyone ate a casual dinner. Erica sat beside Emily’s friend Paige, but I decided to make myself scarce and give them some girl time. I gave each of my sisters a subtle smile before slipping away to finish my dinner peacefully.
I stuck my head into the living room but didn’t see Amanda or Craig. My mind wandered immediately to them being in her room, and if let a sudden surge of jealousy rise. Amanda wouldn’t do that so casually, not after our day together. Would she?
I pushed that thought away and sat on the couch with my food. The creamy mushroom and chicken pasta dish tasted great-Amanda was a great cook, and I devoured my bowl in no time and returned for another helping.
I was about halfway through an episode of a series that caught my eye on Netflix when I spotted Amanda and Craig again. They exited the garage, and I let out a sigh of relief when I saw they weren’t coming from her bedroom. They could have used the garage-it wouldn’t have stopped me-but I chose to believe that Amanda had picked that room as a place to talk on principle. Craig had lost his upstairs privileges by the looks of it. However, he should have lost his entire access to Amanda by now. I needed to talk with her about what was going on.
Maybe I could try one of those family meetings. That’s what families did, right?
“Hey, Nick,” Amanda stopped when she saw me sitting on the couch. “What are you doing in here by yourself?”
“Just needed a little me time,” I smiled. “The girls are all out back. I put the food in the oven to keep it warm.”
‘Thanks,” Amanda smiled.
Craig stepped up beside Amanda and placed a hand on the small of her back. Amanda tensed up at his touch, but she didn’t pull away.
“I’ve just got to make a phone call, then I’ll be back,” Craig said in a soft, almost caring tone.
“Sure,” Amanda said coldly.
Craig backed away, shrugged, shooting me a look, and rolled his eyes. He was trying to stay in Amanda’s good books, but he really didn’t care about her. The worst part was he thought I was like him-just one of the boys. I’d play my role to keep suspicion off what was happening, but I’d never be his friend. Even if Amanda didn’t exist, I could never be friends with someone like him.
Amanda turned her head to watch Craig leave through the front door, his phone already to his ear. I rose to my feet as soon as the door clicked shut and crossed the room to my raven-haired sibling.
“You didn’t break up with him?” I asked, knowing the answer.
“No,” Amanda shook her head.
“Why?” I asked, stepping into her personal space.
Our bodies pressed together, and Amanda only retreated enough so that her back was pressed against the wall.
“For you,” Amanda said softly, staring into my eyes.
“For me?” I asked, a little confused.
Our lips were close, mere centimetres from touching. Amanda’s entire body pressed tightly against mine as I trapped her against the wall.
“Yes,” Amanda nodded. “Your gig is coming up, and I don’t want to risk Craig kicking you out because of me.”
“Fuck it,” I said quickly. “I’ll quit.”
“No,” Amanda shook her head. “Don’t… I really want to see you play.”
I placed a hand on Amanda’s hip, and I could almost feel her body vibrating. My fingers touched the soft, pale skin of her lower back as my hand encircled her waist. My cock throbbed painfully, pressing firmly between Amanda’s legs. The heat from her pussy was evident, even through our layers of clothing.
“So… We wait?” I asked, breathing in her intoxicating aroma.
“No,” Amanda said. “Fuck waiting.”
Our lips met, and our tongues explored each-others mouths once again. Amanda’s arms wrapped around my waist, and I felt her hands slide under my shirt. My hands pulled at her body and sought the exposed skin of her flesh just the same. My erection pulsed as my hips rocked against Amanda’s. I doubt I could even slide my entire length into her without blowing my load. I was so worked up and so ready for this woman.
The handle to the front door jiggled suddenly, and I suddenly thought we were about to get caught.
“He can’t get in,” Amanda said.
“You locked the door?” I asked.
“Just to give us a few minutes,” Amanda grinned.
“The house is full of people, and your boyfriend is on the other side of that door,” I said, kissing along her jawline. “We could get caught at any second.”
“I know,” Amanda gasped, tilting her head back to give me access to her smooth neck. “You should feel how wet it makes me.”