LUST AT FIRST SIGHT – Chapter 6 by Darth_Aussie

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I spent the next half hour at the barbecue grilling meats and observing the party as the guests who arrived in small groups. My sisters came by every now and again to keep me company and introduce me to some of their friends. I was quite bad with names and learning so many in such a short period was a sure-fire way for me to forget absolutely everything about them.

Emily spent the most time with me. She sat on the stone-topped bench behind me and we chatted about music, movies and books we enjoyed reading. I found out she was particularly fond of high-fantasy novels, and that her favourite animals were wolves.

Each of my sisters dropped a drink off to me when I was starting to run low, and I was beginning to suspect they were keeping an eye on me. Each time my brew was down to its last mouthful, one of my siblings would appear with a cold one and a smile. Erica flaunted herself as usual when it was her turn. She’d changed into a modest black two-piece bikini and had wrapped a thin shawl around her wide hips that danced with each step she took. Even though she’d covered her juicy ass with the thin material, it still hypnotized me each time she walked by, which seemed to be every five or so minutes.

Mel was the only one of my new siblings that skipped bringing me a beverage. She had changed into a black and white striped bikini after her shower, and now sat by the edge of the pool with a few other girls that I would have ogled openly any other day. They were all total babes, but they had nothing on the girls of the house.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get a lot of time to converse with Amanda as the party started to kick off. Like the dutiful host she was, she spent most of her time floating from one group of guests to the next. Chatting with people here, laughing with others over there. The joyful glint in her eyes and the flash of her smile made her impossible to look away from.

And her ass in those shorts. A man could die from old age staring at those taut cheeks.

Once I cleaned up the grill, I took the empty plates and utensils into the kitchen to clean them up. I wasn’t fond of scrubbing caked-on fat from the barbecue, so I set about the task of cleaning everything now.

The small cluster of people standing in the kitchen chatting moved to the kitchen counter when I approached, but one of the three guys gave me a friendly nod before turning back to the black-haired girl I suspected was his girlfriend. The three girls in the group all gave me an up-and-down look before turning back to the other guys, but nothing more.

The guests were about what I expected after meeting my siblings. There were more guys with long hair and shaved heads than girls with brightly coloured hair. I really didn’t stand out all that much in this crowd.

“Don’t they teach you how to party in England?”

Erica’s now familiar voice cut through the dull hum of conversation and background music coming from the living room. I turned to see my gorgeous half-sister saunter towards me with a tumbler in each hand. The two fingers of amber coloured liquid sloshed around in the glasses as she added what I guessed was an exaggerated sway to her hips. Not that I minded in the slightest.

“Work, then play,” I smiled.

“Well that’s no fun,” Erica pouted, then placed the whiskey tumblers on the counter beside the fridge.

“This will only take a few minutes, then it’s done,” I replied.

Erica didn’t reply as she opened the double door refrigerator and leaned inside. She bent at the waist, giving me a front row seat to her veiled behind. The shawl still hung from her hips and curtained her glorious butt like a magician’s cloak hiding secrets. I wanted to look, but I also didn’t want to spoil the magic.

After a dozen seconds passed—more than needed I was sure—she straightened with some ice cubes clutched in one hand. She dropped two cubes in each tumbler before bringing the fifth to her lips. I watched with rapt attention as she slid the cold block of frozen water along her full lips, licked it with her tongue, and trailed it down the side of her neck and over her chest.

“It’s so hot,” she said casually, as if she didn’t know what she was doing to me.

I turned back to the sink in an attempt to hide my growing erection, but I couldn’t help but look back at the seductress that was my sister. Her full lips glistened with moisture, and the trail of wetness down her neck and over her chest all but begged me to lap at it with my tongue. Like it was a paint by numbers where my tongue was the brush, and my sibling the canvas.

I’d thought at first that the two drinks she brought over were for her and a friend, and that she was just grabbing some ice. So, I was shocked when Erica held one of the tumblers out to me.

“Thank you,” I smiled.

“Just trying to make you have fun,” she smiled back.

I took a sip of the whiskey and could tell immediately that this wasn’t the cheap Jack Daniels we were drinking the night before. This tasted expensive, and I wondered why Erica would waste such a fine drop on me. Was she really into me? Or was she just flexing? Either way, I was going to enjoy the fuck out of this.

“Damn! That’s good whiskey,” I exclaimed.

“I’m glad you like it,” she smiled. “I figured we shared some common tastes.”

Her words left me wondering at her meaning. We’d enjoyed the same foods and booze so far, so that might be it. But I had a feeling she was referring to our little game we had been playing since I got here.

I openly ogled Erica’s body as I took another drink, and I saw her eyes drift down to my crotch. I was turned away from the others in the kitchen so they couldn’t see my bulge.

But Erica could.

The fire in her eyes was all the proof I needed. This wasn’t a game to my temptress of a sibling, she wanted me as bad as I wanted her. The only question was. Do I act upon it?

Erica had come across as the type of girl who didn’t chase anyone. She was intelligent and sexy. She could have any single guy at this party, and even most of the girls. I doubted she initiated much when it came to pursuing partners, preferring to have guys throw their dicks at her until she deemed them worthy of her attention. So that meant I had to make the difficult decision of fucking a member of my newly acquired family.

“Nick!”

Emily all but ran into me as she threw her arms around my neck. The faint scent of beer and bourbon filled my nostrils as I breathed in, but it wasn’t an overpowering, nor an unpleasant smell. I enjoyed beer and bourbon after all. I hugged Emily back, very aware of my arousal situation. Emily leaned into me and I had to place my drink down and wrap both arms around her waist to keep us both from toppling over. There was no way she didn’t feel my dick pressing into her stomach.

“Nice to see you too,” I laughed. “I see you’re having fun.”

“Of course,” she smiled as we parted. “I love parties, and my big brother is here.”

“It’s a decent party,” Erica chimed in. “But our dear brother prefers dishes to having actual fun.”

Emily looked to her sister, then me, then down to the sink full of soapy water and cooking utensils. Then she scrunched up her cute nose and shook her head. “Nope.”

“It needs to be done,” I chuckled.

“Nope,” Emily repeated. “House rules state that no cleaning is to happen until the next day of a party.”

“I get the feeling you just made that up,” I laughed.

“She did,” Erica said. “But I’m going to enforce this rule.”

Before I could object any more, Emily began tugging on my hands in an attempt to drag me away from the kitchen. I let her lead me away, and I saw Erica follow after us with a whiskey tumbler clutched in each hand.

“Manda!” Emily called out a second later. “Nick’s trying to clean during the party!”

Amanda came running in from the backyard, a look of worry on her face from the volume at which Emily called her. But her face softened into a peasant smile before shifting into a playful stern expression.

“No way mister,” she said, crossing her arms. “This is your party after all.”

“I guess I’m out-numbered,” I sighed in defeat. “Just don’t make this a regular thing.”

“No promises,” Amanda smiled.

Emily quickly darted off to the living room and returned after turning the music up. A well-known song from a classic Australian rock n roll band kicked off, and next thing I knew I was being dragged into the living room by Emily, with Amanda pushing me along. Emily danced like no one was watching, and I smiled at my cute, dorky sister. I was never much of a dancer myself, and I quickly learnt that our bad dancing skills must have come from my father, because Amanda joined in. I was sure we all looked like complete idiots, but the grins on my siblings’ beautiful faces were worth anything.

Erica chose to take a seat and sip on her whiskey. I guessed her type of dancing was probably more like a serpent; meant to hypnotize men and get them aroused in a heartbeat. I was probably being overly critical of my most seductive sibling, but she hadn’t really given me much else to go on in the short time I’d known her. Although, when my eyes met hers at one point, I saw a much different girl. She was smiling, genuinely. Usually when she smiled it looked like a cat grinning over a crippled mouse she’d discovered–at least that’s how I felt sometimes. But this time I could see actual mirth and enjoyment in her sultry gaze. She had a cold, hard exterior, but I knew now that she loved her sisters, and seeing them happy made her happy.

I pondered on her need for protective walls and barriers for a minute or two, then pushed it aside. I lived with her now and had plenty of time to find the woman she really was beneath all her smoky eyeshadow and sultry looks. But I would find out, especially if anything intimate were to happen between us. She could get as hurt as the others if I fucked up.

“Hey babe.”

A tall blonde man stepped up to our small group and put his arm around Amanda. He was about my height, with long golden hair, piercing blue eyes and a clean-shaven face that looked to be a carbon copy of Fabio. His black tank-top drew attention to his lean arms. I sized him up immediately and guessed he could probably throw a decent punch, but I must have outweighed him by at least twenty kilograms.