LUST AT FIRST SIGHT – Chapter 2 by Darth_Aussie

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I looked between the three gorgeous women seated together on one of the couches. I didn’t need Amanda to introduce them to know they were my other sisters, and I could at least tell who Erica was, since Emily and Amelia were twins, although they looked like they’d be quite easy to tell apart once I knew who was who.

“Hey guys, this is Nick,” Amanda said with a beaming smile as she stepped up beside me. “Nick, this is Erica, Emily and Mel.”

My eyes followed Amanda’s indications as she introduced her sisters to me. Erica was the older of the three there with very similar features to Amanda. She had a slightly darker skin tone that looked like she’d tan really well if she tried, but from the dyed black hair and red streak down one side told me she wasn’t too fond of the beach and sun. She wore an altered band t shirt that was cut to expose a generous portion of her ample breasts, with tiny slits down the sides to expose her soft looking skin.

She also wore a pair of doc martin boots, but these only came up to her calf, showing off her long legs that her tiny black, denim shorts didn’t even try to cover. She looked to bit shorter than Amanda, with wider hips, thicker thighs, a more ample chest and curves that could make a Greek goddess weep with envy. But both women still had the same delicate, beautiful facial features and bright blue eyes, making it impossible to mistake them for anything other than sisters. Their differences aside, both women were stunning.

The twins were as dissimilar to one another as their sisters were. The one who Amanda identified as Emily was a much more casual dresser than her twin. She wore a faded blue denim vest that was covered in band patches and small spikes and studs, her hair was a mass of wavy brown locks that hung down her shoulders that looked in need of a brush. She was more cute than beautiful like Amanda and sexy, sultry like Erica. Where her sisters had piercing blue eyes, hers were a dazzling green. She looked to be about the same height as Erica, with more of softness to her figure than Amanda but lacking the seductive curves of Erica.

Amelia was a spitting image of her twin, but their style was far different. Whereas Emily was dressed in black jeans and band t shirt, Amelia wore black top that showed a generous amount of cleavage with a pentagram pattern over her chest, tying behind her smooth neck. She wore a black frilly skirt that showed off her long, fishnet coated legs that ended in four-inch platform boots. Her hair was also vastly different from her twin, the long wavy curls were replaced with impossibly straight, long white-blonde hair, which lustrous and styled to perfection. It was so long I was sure it would reach her ass when she stood up. Their expressions also differed greatly as they took me in, Emily was all smiles, while Amelia had a neutral, resting bitch face that could freeze fire.

How the hell was I going to live in a house with babes like this. I was going to have a perpetual boner.

“Hey everyone, nice to meet you,” I said, trying to keep my mind off of how hot my new sisters were.

“So, you’re the bastard,” Erica said from her seat beside Emily.

“Erica!” Amanda scolded her sister.

“Well he is, Dad wasn’t married so that makes him a bastard,” she said with a shrug.

“I’m so sorry,” Amanda turned to face me.

“It’s okay, technically I am a bastard,” I said with a laugh, trying to not let Erica get to me. I knew it must be hard for them too.

“It’s not okay,” Amanda rounded on her sister. “We all agreed to let Nick come here and stay with us.”

“Relax sis, I’m just fucking with you,” Erica laughed and got to her feet. She crossed the distance between us, and I fought to keep my eyes off her swaying hips and exposed cleavage. “Besides, I like him.”

I took a deep breath to relax my racing heart as my curvaceous sisters approached me, then wrapped her arms around my neck before pulling me into a hug. I reacted the same as I did with Amanda, but unlike her sister, Erica pressed the entire length of her academy award winning body into mine. Erection and all. She hugged me for about a dozen seconds, and I fought to keep my hands on her hips and off her amazing looking backside, but I swore I felt her press her stomach into my erection before pulling away.

“Pleasure to meet you,” she said with a smile. “Big brother.”

The last two words were spoken so softly that I was sure they were meant for my ears alone, but the emphasis on the word ‘big’ made sure I knew that she knew I had an erection in the presence of my newly found sisters. I felt my cheeks redden and I wanted nothing more than to find somewhere private and rub one out. Maybe if I sorted myself out, I could think a little clearer around these gorgeous vixens.

Erica took her spot beside the twins, and Emily bounded to her feet and rushed me, throwing her arms around me in a cheerful hug. I was much more successful at keeping my raging boner from pressing into this sister and was surprised when she kissed me on the cheek as our embrace ended.

“I’ve always wanted a brother, and now I have one,” she beamed up at me with a perfect smile. Her hair was messy, and I couldn’t help but stare into her green eyes as she brushed a lock of brown hair away from her face.

“I look forward to getting to know you more,” I replied with a grin of my own.

I hadn’t noticed Amelia rising from the couch during Emily’s hug, but when the brunette twin stepped aside, the platinum-blonde stepped forward. Unlike her siblings she didn’t assault me with a marvellous hug, but instead she simply held her hand out to me. I took her small, delicate hand in my own, larger and calloused hands and shook gently.

“Nice to meet you Nick,” she said politely, but still with her neutral expression.

“You too Amelia,” I replied.

“Please, call me Mel,” she said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her flawless lips.

She took a step back and Emily wrapped an arm around her twin sisters waist. Then I was being studied by four sets of eyes like a prize dog about to do a trick. I wasn’t sure what to say next and the whole situation was incredibly overwhelming, I needed some time to myself to gather my thoughts and get my shit under control.

“So…where am I sleeping?” I asked the room.

“We’ve got the perfect spot for you,” Emily said with a cheery smile.

“At the expense of others,” Erica added softly with a roll of her eyes.

“Come with me, I’ll show you where you’ll be staying,” Amanda added, ignoring Erica’s remark.

I picked up my guitar case, but before I could grab my luggage bag Amanda had grabbed the handle and gave me a smile. I followed my new sister out of the sitting room and down the hallway, into a kitchen that was larger than my living room back home. A massive eight-seater dining table sat to the right while a huge island counter sat in the middle of the room. A stainless-steel finished fridge sat beside a matching oven and dishwasher that also matched the kettle, toaster and coffee maker. Everything in this house had been picked out perfectly to go with everything else in its surroundings. Back home I got whatever was cheapest and worked.

Photos of my sisters dotted the fridge door, but one in particular drew my attention. The face of the man in the photo was a little older than the one I had, but that jawline, nose and brow were the same. Even without the now familiar faces of my siblings beside him—although about a decade younger—I would have recognized that face, my father’s face, my face.

“You really do look just like him,” Amanda said. She must have noticed I’d stopped and walked back to stand beside me.

“My mother always said that, but I never knew what he looked like until recently,” I said quietly.

“You never had pictures of him?” she asked curiously.

“No,” I replied. “Mum said he left us and didn’t want to keep anything to remind her of him. I know now she lied about that.”

There was a long moment of silence between us, but Amanda finally broke it, the edge in her voice told me she was struggling to keep her temper under control.

“He never would have left you,” she said with a stoic confidence.

“I know that now,” I replied sombrely.

“Why did she tell you that?” Amanda asked.

“She was afraid I’d leave her to go find him,” I sighed. “It was wrong of her and I was a little mad at first, but I understand she was afraid of losing me and I have forgiven her. She gave me this before she died.”

I pulled the photo of my mother and father from my jacket pocket and held it out for Amanda to take. She took it and studied my parents, then smiled.

“I can see why Dad fell for her, she’s a real beauty,” she said, handing the photo back to me.

“I’m sure he loved your mother the same,” I replied, carefully placing the photo in my jacket again.

“My mum was a real bitch, we all know it,” Amanda said with a shrug. “She put my father through hell for no reason. He only wanted to find out if you were his son so he could meet you and help you and your mother. But my mother was jealous and spiteful, none of us miss her being gone.”

Amanda’s words held a degree of scorn and spite that I guess she gained from her mother. Her words shocked me mostly because I would have never considered thinking about my own mother in such a fashion, let alone speaking the words that came from her mouth. But I guess I did have a degree of those emotions when I found out she’d lied to me and It wouldn’t be too far of a stretch to have those thoughts and emotions amplified by seeing your own mother tear your family apart out of jealousy and spite.

I didn’t know the woman at all, and I’m sure what she went through with my father was no easy task, but I was taught that a parent should do everything they could to keep their family together, safe and happy. But that was also a lesson from my mother who had run away after getting pregnant, so maybe I shouldn’t take that lesson to heart.

I followed Amanda out of the kitchen through a sliding door that lead into the backyard. I stepped out onto smooth stone under a pergola. An outdoor setting with eight chairs sat to one side, and a stone pizza oven and large portable BBQ sat to the other. Between them was a long below ground pool with the cover pulled over the water. I’d never really been one for swimming since the summers back home weren’t ever that bad, but I could get used to having a pool on hand for when the Australian heat really kicked in.