Chapter 7

I sat on the steps to my flat for about fifteen minutes, reliving that moment between Amanda and myself. On the one hand, I had really enjoyed the kiss with my gorgeous sister, but on the other hand, I knew it was wrong. From Amanda's reaction to our kiss, she felt the same. Not only was she my sister, but she was also already in a relationship.

I lit another cigarette as I sat there wrestling with my thoughts, hoping to garner some inspiration on how to deal with the situation I'd gotten myself in. Amanda had initiated the kiss, but I hadn't pulled away. I'd just gotten swept up in the moment, and I hadn't cared about the consequences of that kiss. It just felt so right.

I stubbed out the cigarette and decided to try and get some sleep. I thought about heading back to the party to hang out with Emily—and potentially Jen—but the thought of running into Amanda so soon made me anxious. I desperately wanted to take her in my arms again and tell her exactly how I felt and that it wasn't wrong what we did. But I thought it best to give her space for now. We'd both had our fair share to drink tonight, and the coming conversation would be better with a clear head.

After entering my flat, I kicked my boots off and let the door slam shut behind me. I didn't bother turning any lights on. I just went to the fridge to grab something to drink. A fresh six-pack sat on one of the shelves, and I wondered which of my thoughtful sisters had left these for me. Probably Amanda. Although, with the rate Erica had been handing me drinks all night, it could have been her. Either way, a nightcap was just what I needed right now.

I took a long swig of my beer before grabbing a second one and heading into the small bedroom. I pulled the curtains open to let the pale moonlight flood the room, then stripped down to my boxers before flopping onto the bed, not even bothering to get under the covers.

I lay there for a few minutes while I finished my beer, thinking about how Amanda's lips felt against mine. The feel of her body pressed into me and the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips. Just the thought of her gave me a raging boner, and I would have loved nothing more than to take her in my arms right here and now.

"Tomorrow's problems," I muttered to myself as I finished my beer.

My eyes grew heavy even as I thought about the kiss that had changed everything, and I found sleep far easier than I thought I would, especially at my current level of arousal.

Almost as soon as I closed my eyes—or at least that's how it felt—I felt my bed shift under me. A hand trailing up my leg confirmed that I wasn't alone in my room as I had been. I pushed myself onto one elbow to get a look at my uninvited guest, but the pale moonlight was casting shadows across her face, only giving me a view of pale skin and dark hair. Before I could say a word, I felt lips press against mine and a very obviously naked body press against me. I instinctively kissed the woman back as my hands found her hips, pulling her against me. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues danced, and I felt her slender fingers run up and down my arms.

It felt like we'd been kissing for a solid ten minutes before we both finally came up for air, sucking in great big gulps of air. My heart was hammering in my chest from a mixture of anticipation and arousal. I still didn't know who my visitor was; part of me hoped it was Amanda. But the last thing I wanted to do right now was say the wrong woman's name.

Our lips met again with a hungry intensity that could have been my sister's, but it didn't feel the same. The kiss felt more lustful and greedy than Amanda's had, and it felt more like how I expected kissing Erica would feel. The woman lying atop me had a flawless body by touch, but she didn't feel how I expected Erica to. Out of all my sisters, she was the one I would expect to join my bed in the middle of the night. But somehow, I knew it wasn't her.

"I missed you when you left the party," the woman said softly, and I knew it wasn't one of my sisters.

"I was feeling a little tired," I replied softly.

She straddled my waist and sat up, giving me a fantastic view of her naked breasts that jutted out from her chest. The moonlight illuminated Jen's face just enough for me to see her biting her bottom lip and eyeing my bare chest hungrily.

"I hope you've had enough sleep," she cooed.

"I think I've slept plenty," I grinned, not knowing how long I'd even been asleep.

My erection was still as strong as when I'd fallen onto my bed, and I knew Jen could feel it. Her hips rocked back and forth slowly as she slid the lips of her pussy along my still concealed shaft, leaving the fabric of my shorts wet to signal she was well and truly turned on.

Part of me wanted to turn this woman away. I'd started something with Amanda earlier, and there was no denying my connection with Erica and even Emily. Any decent man would deal with that before climbing into bed—or letting someone climb into his bed—with another girl. A friend of one of his sisters too. But then again, any decent man wouldn't be pining after his own siblings.

I was only human, after all.

I pulled Jen into a hard kiss once more, and our tongues battled one another again with increased intensity. Her hands touched every inch of my torso and arms while my own traced lines up her sides, down her back, and over her hips before grabbing her perfect round ass. Jen moaned as my fingers dug into her firm cheeks, and she rubbed herself against my unyielding member with renewed enthusiasm.

Suddenly, her lips were gone, and her weight shifted on top of me as she slid down my body. Jen's fingers tugged at the waistband of my shorts, and I lifted my hips to aid in her quest to free my dick from its confines. My painfully hard erection sprang forth with an almighty slap against my stomach, and I heard Jen moan softly. She quickly pulled my shorts down and straddled my chest so that she was facing my feet. This position gave me a fantastic view of her tiny, shaved pussy. Her lips had a fine sheen across them that spread to her thighs that spoke of her arousal, and the sweet smell of her was intoxicating. I wasted no time as I wrapped my arms around her thin waist and pulled her against my face, lapping at her slick folds and quickly finding her exposed clit with my lips.

Jen had grasped the base of my cock but hadn't done much else. The moans which followed a surprised gasp gave me the impression that the raven-haired beauty thought she would be in control and hadn't expected me to dive right in. I was ridiculously horny after the last two days of torment with my beautiful sisters, so I let myself go and enjoyed what was on offer.

Jen finally did get her mouth around my penis after a few minutes of barely being able to focus enough to even stroke my dick. The first touch of her tongue against my tip sent a shiver up my spine, and the feel of her soft lips against my shaft had me aching for more. I nearly busted my load immediately when I felt her warm mouth engulf my tip. But I kept my shit together and focussed on my task of eating her out like she was an all-you-can-eat buffet, and this was my last meal.

"Holy shit," Jen moaned. "You're really good at that."

I'd pulled her hard against my face as I lapped and tongue fucked her sweet pussy, making replying to the gorgeous woman quite impossible. But I gave her firm ass a hard slap before taking her clit between my lips and sending her over the edge.

Jen's body tensed, her back arched, and her thighs tightened on either side of my head as her first climax ripped through her body. She still had one hand on my erection but couldn't focus on anything else. Jen simply lay there with my cock pressed against her cheek while I held her hips firmly in place as I attacked her pussy with renewed enthusiasm, increasing the length and intensity of her orgasm.

After a minute of Jen moaning and yelping in pleasure, I finally relaxed my attention on her vagina, and the still shaking woman collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily.

"My turn," I said, kissing her sopping pussy one last time.

I pressed my tongue against Jen's lips again, drawing a moan of pleasure from the beautiful, raven-haired woman. I slid out from underneath the trembling woman and rose to my knee's behind Jen, giving her plump ass a hard slap. I was hard as nails, and I badly needed some relief. I didn't much care for this girl and how she acted, but she had a killer body, she was here and willing—and most importantly—she wasn't related to me.

I stroked her smooth pussy a few times and massaged her juices along the tip of my cock. Then pressed it to her entrance. Jen arched her back, angling her hips to give me better access to her warm tunnel, so I took that as all the invitation I needed. I slowly slipped the tip of my penis inside her, making sure not to hurt the girl. She was so wet and worked up that I encountered little resistance and was able to hilt myself inside her on the first thrust.

"God fucking damn, you're big," Jen moaned.

I didn't reply. I simply slapped her ass again and started pumping my hips, which brought many a curse and moan to the pale-skinned woman beneath me as she buried her face into my pillow

Jen must have felt the effects of her first orgasm since she didn't even get to her knees. She simply lay on her stomach with her arms out to either side, clutching the bed covers. The arch of her back and angle of her hips made her firm ass stick up nicely, and I grabbed hold of her wide hips for leverage as I started pounding like a jackhammer.

"Pull my hair," she groaned after a few minutes of intense fucking.

I complied with her wishes and planted one of my feet on the bed beside her for better leverage and power with each stroke. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head hard while I pressed my other hand into the small of her back to keep her in place as I ploughed her juicy pussy.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" Jen moaned.

I felt her pussy clench up before her body began to tremble again. Her vagina squeezed my cock like a vice-grip, and I had to stop thrusting as the sexy woman began climaxing on my dick. There really was nothing like a gorgeous woman having an orgasm while you were inside her—all of her current pleasure caused by me and me alone. As impressive as it felt, I couldn't help but wish it was Amanda, Erica, Emily, or Mel.

I growled in frustration as my own mind wanted something I shouldn't and began pounding into Jen again as soon as her pussy relaxed a little. Jen must have taken my growl and increased pace as eagerness to please her because she started spurning me on with comments like 'Fill my pussy,' and 'That's right, I'm your dirty whore.' The dirty talk would usually be right up my alley, but I was still trying to get my mind off the feel of Amanda earlier. How her lips felt and the way her body melted into mine. It was perfect.

Another fifteen minutes of relentless pounding passed, and I was covered in sweat. It freely flowed down my naked body, dripping onto Jen's slick skin. Jen herself orgasmed a couple more times and had gone mostly quiet apart from her whispers of 'fuck' and 'oh shit' every few seconds. My muscles were starting to ache, and I was feeling a slightly pained pressure in my balls from being unable to cum, and I wondered if I should change position or just pretend like I was done and get to sleep. That's when movement by the open bedroom door caught my attention.

I looked up to see a figure standing in the doorway. The figure was clearly a woman, but I couldn't tell who it was in the shadows. She stood there watching Jen and me, but I had a feeling her eyes were on me alone.

"Keep going, please!" Jen pleaded, and I realized I'd stopped.

Not wanting Jen to notice our solo audience, I grabbed a fistful of her hair once more and pressed the side of her face against the soft pillow, ensuring she was facing away from the bedroom door. I'd quickly learned that Jen enjoyed being manhandled, so I guessed this wouldn't be a problem.

My eyes returned to the bedroom door, and the figure took a step closer. She wore a dark silk robe that opened down the front, showing a tantalizing view of her milky skin beneath. Her large breasts stood out with firmly erect nipples begging to be nibbled and sucked on. My eyes trailed up her smooth legs, over wide hips, and taut stomach before lingering slightly longer on her impressive tits. Black hair with a streak of red framed my half-sister's gorgeous face, but her blue eyes were what made my knees weak.

Our eyes met, and I could see a burning lust behind her gorgeous orbs. She'd come here in the middle of the night for a reason, and It took every ounce of my willpower to not throw Jen out of my room and take Erica and give her my seed instead. It felt right.

I couldn't do that, though, even if Jen were a bit of a bitch. I just wasn't that type of guy. But no one said I had to stop.

I locked eyes with Erica as I continued to pound Jen with a renewed sense of purpose. Jen's loud moans echoed the sound of our slick bodies slapping together as she continued to take me like a bitch in heat. But my attention and eyes were on Erica alone. She'd pulled the robe off entirely and leaned against the doorframe with her legs apart. My eyes drank in her naked beauty like I was dying of thirst, and she was the sweetest water on earth. Then she began touching herself.

Erica began slowly, rubbing her hand over her bald pubis as she watched me intently before slipping two fingers easily inside herself. She was obviously well warmed up, and I could see the wetness of her fingers when she pulled them out and sucked the digits into her mouth. I let out another growl of lust and slapped Jen's firm ass harder than I had before. The girl yelped but didn't say a word for me to stop. Erica quickly began fingering herself, never taking her eyes off mine.

I approached climax much quicker now as my eyes had the stimulation of Erica before me, pleasuring herself, and I felt like she was close too. Her legs were spread wide enough to give me an unobstructed view as she fingered herself to the pace I set with Jen. Her other hand was groping at her heavy breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples hard as she bit her bottom lip to keep quiet.

I felt the sudden rush of my climax coming, and I knew I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to. I looked at Erica, and she nodded as if she knew and was close.

I let out an almighty groan of pleasure as I pulled my cock from Jen's now well-used pussy and gave myself half a dozen quick strokes. I kept my hand on Jen's head to make sure she didn't look up and spot Erica, but other than that, my attention was entirely on my sister. Our eyes locked as I started shooting my cum all over Jen's ass and back. Erica shuddered and squeezed her thighs around her hand in what I suspected was a silent orgasm.

My cock finally ceased its impressive eruption, leaving Jen's firm, round butt covered in my seed, and a few more significant streams streaked up her smooth back. The sight was highly arousing as she lay there panting heavily, but I only wished it were Erica. No, I would have filled her up without a second thought if it were her.

The look on Erica's face was one of pure lust as her eyes roamed my naked body and rested on my still hard cock, slick with Jen's juices. She took her finger back in her mouth, sucking them clean—before giving me a wink and collecting her robe. She slipped away as silently as she had arrived, just as Jen pushed herself up on shaky elbows.

"I need a shower," she said, and I directed her to the bathroom.

I probably needed a good long shower myself, but I didn't want to move from my bed. I started stroking myself almost as soon as Jen left the room. I kept the image of Erica in mind, and I was shooting another load onto my stomach in record time.

I cleaned myself up, climbed under the covers, and fell asleep as soon as my head settled on the pillow.

I awoke the following day with a throbbing headache and a powerful erection tenting the sheet that covered me from the waist down. The sun streamed in through the open curtains, temporarily blinding me as I first opened my eyes. Images of the night before flooded my mind, and I sat up in bed only to see I was alone. Jen must have bailed early or left after her shower. I didn't remember her returning to bed, but I was out like a corpse after our intense fuck session drained me. I felt refreshed—apart from the seedy feeling and throbbing head from the alcohol—and I concluded that I just needed to get laid. It had been a while since I'd been with a woman, and the buffet of supple flesh on display each day in this house had really done a number on my libido. Hopefully, I'd be able to keep my urges in check from now on.

I lay in bed for a few minutes before dragging myself to the bathroom for a nice hot shower. The water felt amazing on my sweaty, sticky skin and even lessened the thumping of my headache to a minor annoyance that a couple of painkillers and some water couldn't fix. Once I was clean and dried, I pulled on a fresh pair of boxer shorts, black jeans, black band t-shirt and grabbed my phone before leaving my flat and heading down to the main house.

It was closer to midday than I initially thought, and I realised I'd slept in far later than I usually would. I had no idea what time it was when Jen appeared in my bed last night, so I was probably up quite late.

I checked my phone as I walked gingerly down the sun-heated concrete on bare feet but wasn't surprised I didn't have any missed calls or messages. So far, only my sisters had my phone number. I was hoping I had a message from Amanda—or maybe a missed call—to ease my anxiety about confronting her a little. I had no idea what to expect from my eldest sister. Erica, on the other hand, would definitely be trouble.

My seductive vixen of a sister had come to my room last night with an intent. One that Jen had beaten her to. Whether or not she was disappointed to find another woman in my bed wasn't clear since she stuck around to enjoy the show and get herself off. A part of me hoped that was enough to curb her enthusiasm for me, but deep down, I knew that things were only heating up between Erica and me.

I must have been caught up in my thoughts because I didn't even notice Mel sitting by the pool under a large umbrella in a simple black bikini. Her pale skin glistened slightly from the sunscreen she'd applied.

"Good morning, sleepy head," Mel called out.

"Oh, hey," I replied, stopping in my tracks.

"I didn't see you much last night," Mel added as I walked over to her.

"Yeah, I kinda went to bed early," I replied.

"You weren't the only one," she smirked.

I wasn't sure what she meant by the comment. Instead of asking her to elaborate on what she meant, I changed the subject. "Everyone else up already?"

"All but Erica. Amanda and Emily were up early to clean, then went out together. They've been gone for about an hour; I'm expecting them home any minute now," Mel said.

"Shit…You guys should have woken me up, and I'd have helped clean the place up," I replied.

"It's no problem. I'm sure you were tired after your busy night," Mel winked.

"You know," I sighed.

"Of course," she replied. "Don't feel bad. You're a young, attractive male, and seeking female companionship is only natural for you."

"Yeah, but she is Emily's friend," I said.

"Do you want to date her?" Mel asked.

"No," I replied.

"Then don't worry about it. Jen will move on to a new flavour in no time. You had fun, and that's what matters."

I slumped onto one of the reclining chairs beside Mel and sighed heavily. "I guess you're right. I just don't want to upset Emily."

"That's sweet of you, Nick," Mel smiled at me and gave my arm a friendly squeeze. "I'm glad you care about our sisters as much as you do."

"I care about you too," I added.

"I know," she smiled.

We sat silently for a few minutes before I decided it was time for breakfast—or lunch. Either way, I was starving and needed about twelve cups of coffee to kickstart my brain. I'd already wasted most of the day and wanted to do something with my free time. I moved to stand up but froze at Mel's next question.

"Do you intend to act on your feelings for our sisters?"

It took my brain a moment to fully realize what she was asking me. I felt a cold chill through my body and was unsure how to answer my platinum blonde sibling. We'd spent the least amount of time together out o all of my new siblings, and even though she was crazy hot, I didn't have the same infatuation with her as I did the others. Amanda felt like love at first sight, and Emily's cute smile and joyful nature could make any man fall for her, while Erica exuded sex and lust like a succubus. Mel felt the most sisterly out of them all, even though I found my eyes wandering her flawless figure as she lay in the shade.

"I don't know what you mean," I answered, deciding to play dumb.

"Either you think I'm stupid, or you're acting stupid," Mel laughed. "Either way, it's a little insulting."

I looked over at my sister and saw a smile on her beautiful face. There wasn't an ounce of judgement, anger, or disgust in her gorgeous eyes. But there was a twinkle that could have been curiosity. Could I trust my platinum-haired sister with my deepest, darkest secret? Surely she'd have her reasons for keeping it since her sisters seemed to have feelings for me too. Outing me would do nothing but out them. Or they could toss me out on my ass, and I'd lose my new family before I could even get to know them. But then again, why would they? Amanda had kissed me, and Erica had come to my room in the dead of night. I hadn't pursued either of them for anything.

"Was I that obvious?" I asked.

"No," she said. "But they were."

I hadn't thought about how my sister's acted around me, but if there were a change in their behaviour, it would be easy for someone who knew them well to notice. "When did you realise?"

"The day you showed up," Mel said. "I haven't seen Amanda so happy in such a long time, and Erica isn't very subtle around you."

"What about Emily?" I asked, more than a little curious.

"She's my twin," Mel answered as if that was enough.

I wanted to ask Mel more about our sisters and what her thoughts were on the whole situation. But the sound of a car door closing signalled the siblings of our topic were home. I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me as I remembered last night with Amanda and began to worry about how this confrontation would go.

"I'll see if they need a hand with anything," I said to Mel.

She didn't reply but simply smiled at me and returned to whatever she was doing on her phone. I got to my feet and headed for the sliding backdoor to the house. With a deep breath, I steeled myself and stepped into the kitchen just as I heard the front door open.