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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 go see if they need a hand with anything,” I said to Mel.
She didn’t reply, but simply gave me a smile and went back 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.
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I considered chickening out and hiding in my flat for the rest of the day-or year-about a dozen times in the few seconds I stood in the kitchen waiting for my sisters. The anxiety I felt was churning my stomach and caused my heart to race as I ran through a hundred different outcomes to this confrontation. Most of them ended with me being kicked out, and my sisters never wanting to see me again. I knew I was probably overexaggerating the outcome to some degree, but it didn’t stop me from worrying.
I tried to look as casual as possible by grabbing a chilled bottle of water from the fridge just as Amanda rounded the corner into the kitchen. The sight of her nearly floored me.
My eldest sister was wearing a pair of grey yoga pants that showcased her amazing legs, and a black tank-top that clung to her sweat-slicked skin. Her long black hair was tied up in a ponytail, leaving her long, slender neck invitingly exposed. Our eyes met for a brief moment, then she offered me a smile before dumping her gym bag on the kitchen counter.
“Good morning, Nick,” she said. “Did you sleep well?”
Her response was not what I was expecting. Then I remembered we’d all drank a fair bit last night. Did she even remember the kiss? I sure as hell would never forget it, but maybe it wasn’t as memorable for her as it was for me. That line of thought was more than a little depressing.
“Yeah I did, sorry I slept so late,” I said, taking a swig from my water.
“Don’t worry about it,” Amanda gave me another smile, then began scooting around the kitchen, pulling out pans and lighting the stove. “Take a seat, I’ll make you some breakfast.”
She slipped by me a few times, and the closeness of her body was intoxicating. I felt my penis begin to jump to life and decided a seat was probably the best option right now.
“You don’t have to make me anything to eat,” I protested, taking a seat. “You’ve already done more than enough today.”
“Nonsense,” she said. “I’ve always got so much energy after a workout.”
I decided to let it drop and glanced around the kitchen area. I had no idea how this wonderful woman had so much energy, especially after the party last night. None of the party guests had been overly messy or caused any issues, but parties always left a lot to clean up the day after. The kitchen and what I could see of the adjoining rooms looked to be as spotless and tidy as they were the first day I arrived. It felt strange to think I’d only been in this house for a couple of days and it was already so familiar. My sisters were so welcoming, and it really felt like I’d known them for far longer. It already felt like home.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.
Just then, Emily sauntered into the kitchen with her own workout bag, and I had to make sure my mouth wasn’t gaping open with how stunning she looked. The cute brunette was dressed far more revealing than her older sister-which was strange by itself, since Emily usually dressed quite modestly. Her tight-as-skin workout shorts rode low on her hips, and her matching black sports bra pushed her breasts together nicely. Since Emily wore a lot of loose band shirts, I hadn’t ever gauged how busty she was. She took after Erica a little more in that department. I found it strange that even though Mel and Emily were twins-and had identical facial features-their bodies were quite different. They were of similar height, but Emily had more soft curves compared to her twin’s slender, petite figure. Mel still had amazingly perky breasts-I’d caught more than a passing glance earlier-but she shared a similar body type to Amanda.
I tried hard not to stare at Emily’s exposed mid-section that still seemed to be slick with sweat, but I failed miserably. Especially when her hips swayed the way they did.
“Hey big brother,” Emily smiled, then threw her arms around my neck and planted a kiss on my cheek.
“Good morning,” I replied, hugging her back.
Her body was warm, and her exposed skin was slick. Her lips against my cheek felt red hot and were gone far quicker than I wanted them to be. I fought against the urge to breathe deeply and relish in the scent of her body. That would have been more than a little creepy.
“It’s not morning anymore,” she chuckled, releasing her hug.
“I guess it isn’t. Sorry I slept in so late,” I replied.
I wanted to pull her against me again and feel her soft curves more intimately, but I resisted my primal urge. I’d just fucked the shit out of her best friend last night and I really should be able to show some control now. But I didn’t.
“It’s no big deal. I’m sure Jen kept you up quite late,” Emily shrugged.
“Yeah… about that,” I started to form an apology.
“Don’t try to apologize. I’m not mad, just be careful with her,” Emily assured me.
“Are you sure you’re not mad?” I asked.
“Why would I be?” she replied, and I caught a slightly curious undertone to her question.
“Well… it’s just,” I sighed. “It’s silly. But I know if one of my friends tried sleeping with any of you, I’d get pretty mad at them.”
“But not mad at me?” she arched an eyebrow.
“Well, no. I could never be mad with you,” I answered truthfully.
“Good,” she smiled, then planted another kiss on my cheek. “I’m gonna go shower.”