LUST AT FIRST SIGHT – Chapter 10 by Darth_Aussie

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The next morning, I woke up with my usual morning wood and an urgent need to piss. The arm wrapped around my stomach was confusing at first, but then I remembered my sister, Emily, had asked to stay the night. My memory was a bit hazy after the massage she’d given me last night and it took my mind a few minutes to fully recall what had happened. We hadn’t done anything wrong, only shared a bed.

I told myself that was fine as I extracted myself from Emily’s hold and snuck out of the room to take a piss. Once my bladder was emptied, I washed my hands and splashed some water over my face to wake myself up before returning to the bedroom.

Emily was still positioned how she was when I left her, snoring softly. I took a moment to admire her cute facial features as she snored softly. I couldn’t let anything bad happen to her, that included myself.

I climbed back onto the bed—which caused Emily to stir—and lay down beside my sister. Her eyes opened after a minute, and she smiled sleepily at me.

“Good morning,” I said, smiling back. “Did you sleep well?”

“I did,” she replied after a yawn. “Best I’ve slept in a long time.”

“You have trouble sleeping?” I asked.

“Usually,” she shrugged. “I get enough.”

Suddenly Emily sat upright and looked around the room. Her hair was tangled and messy from sleeping, and her large t-shirt hung off one shoulder.

“Back in a minute,” she said, then hurried out of the room.

I chuckled at her obvious bathroom emergency and stretched out on my bed, not wanting to get up again. After a few minutes I heard the toilet flush, then the tap run. After another couple of minutes, I heard the bathroom door open, and I looked up to see Emily standing in the doorway to the bedroom. It looked like she’d tried brushing her hair, but the wavy mass of hair still looked like a mess. She had a cute smile on her face, and I couldn’t help but eye the spot where her t-shirt ended.

“You waiting for a bus?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Emily giggled and bounded onto the bed, landing right on top of me. I had a split second to get my hands up, but I didn’t really have time to think of where they were going. One hand rested harmless on her waist, but the other had decided to go for an all-you-can-eat buffet on Emily’s right breast. I could tell immediately my sister wasn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts were larger than her baggy clothing showed. They were also firm and full. I pulled my hand away quickly as if I’d burnt myself.

“Sorry,” I said quickly.

“That’s okay,” she shrugged. “I probably shouldn’t have jumped on you.”

She sat upright—still straddling me—and stretched her arms over her head. Her shirt rode up enough for me to see her black panties and a hint of her pale, smooth belly. I resisted the urge to run my hands under her shirt and feel her soft skin.

“What are your plans for today?” I asked, as if having your half naked sister resting her crotch against yours was completely normal.

“Heading to Uni with Mel,” she replied.

“You’re going back so soon?” I asked, remembered that Amanda had mentioned the twins were on holidays.

“Not officially. We just need to sort out some admin and tuition paperwork before we go back,” she said.

“When do you go back officially?” I asked.

“Two weeks,” she said, holding up two fingers. “Then it’s back to hell.”

“I’ll miss having you around all day,” I said.

“And I’ll miss being around all day,” she smiled, then kissed me on the cheek.

After a minute she finally slipped off me, but I felt far more of her smooth leg run across my crotch than I thought appropriate. Still, it wasn’t wrong, we didn’t do anything. I kept telling myself that.

“Maybe I can come with you two and see about that job,” I said as I turned to face her.

“That’d be awesome,” Emily beamed. “But don’t you have your inheritance?”

“Yeah I do,” I shrugged. “But I’m used to working and I don’t want to live off my inheritance for too long.”

“That’s fair. I can show you who to talk to about getting a job. They like Mel and me, so I’ll put in a good word for you,” Emily smiled.

“I appreciate it,” I nodded. “Well…we better get up and start getting ready.”

“Not yet!” Emily groaned and clung to me. “You’re so warm and this bed is comfy.”

“I guess we can laze about for a few more minutes,” I smiled and hugged her back.

“Damn right we can,” she replied, sticking her tongue out at me.

We continued to lay in bed together, my arm around Emily while she rested her head on my chest. I tried resisting the urge to stroke her hair, but eventually broke and began running my hand soothingly across her hair. Emily sighed happily and nestled her face into my chest more.

“This isn’t wrong is it?” Emily asked after a few minutes.

“If it is, I don’t want to be right,” I replied.

“Good. Because I feel really safe with you,” Emily said softly.

I kissed the top of her head as a response, and she kissed my bare chest. I knew we were treading dangerously close to taboo territory, but I didn’t care. Most people would think what we were doing right now was wrong and messed up. Fuck those people. I was happy here with Emily, and most importantly, she felt safe.

We lazed around for another ten minutes before I finally pried myself away from Emily. She reluctantly let me go with a super cute pout but bounded to her feet shortly after. Giving me a nice view of her backside before her t-shirt fell to cover her once more.

I dressed quickly once Emily left my room. Changing my boxers, shorts and pulling on a fresh black t-shirt before heading into the small living area of my flat. Emily was scrounging through the fridge—bent at the waist—giving me another great view of her barely concealed bubble butt which had me thoroughly distracted.

“You don’t have any food in here,” she said after a moment. “We should do some grocery shopping for you later.”

“Yeah I’ve been meaning to get around to that. I can’t rely on Amanda to cook my breakfast every morning,” I said.

“No, you can’t,” Emily replied, turning to face me with hands on her hips and a stern look on her face. “But today I’m going to make you breakfast, and I won’t take no for an answer.”

“Sounds good to me,” I smiled.

I grabbed my phone—which had a dead battery—and wallet before heading to the front door. But Emily stopped me with another hug. I encircled her thin waist and pulled her into a big hug, lifting her off the ground. She giggled as her feet left the floor and planted a kiss on my cheek. Our eyes met for what seemed like an eternity when I set her down again. Then she kissed me on the lips. It was a quick kiss—barely lingering—but it still took me by surprise.

“Sorry,” she said quickly. “I just had a sudden urge to kiss you.”

“It’s okay. It was only a kiss,” I smiled, and kissed her soft lips again to show I was okay with it.

A peck on the lips was okay between siblings who cared about one-another. It wasn’t like we were jamming our tongues down each-other’s throats. There was nothing wrong with it.

“Good. Because I like kissing you,” she grinned, then planted another kiss on my lips.

There’s nothing wrong with this. This is harmless affection between siblings. I just had to keep reminding myself of that.

We left my flat to head down to the main house and locked the door. Emily walked on ahead, skipping down the driveway in a way that made her shirt flare up at the bottom every now and then. I couldn’t be sure she was doing it on purpose or not. If it were Erica, I would have known she was doing it to show off, or to get a rise out of me. But Emily was a whole different story.

There was no sign of any of our other siblings as we entered the house, but it was still quite early in the morning. Chances are Erica was definitely still in bed, and the others might still be getting ready. Emily was true to her word, and she ushered me onto one of the stools as she started scrambling up some eggs. Soon enough I was wolfing down a heaped pile of salt and peppered eggs alongside some buttered toast.

“Good morning you two,” Amanda greeted us as she stepped into the kitchen.

I nearly choked on my eggs when I saw she was wearing a small tank-top that didn’t even try to hide her midriff, along with a pair of black boy shorts showcasing her flawlessly long legs.

“Good morning,” I said with a mouth half full of egg.

“Want some eggs?” Emily said to Amanda, still holding the frying pan and spatula.

“No thanks dear. I’m just going to get some coffee, then go change,” Amanda replied.

Amanda served herself up a nice hot cup of coffee, then re-filled my mug with a friendly smile. I caught her a few times glancing between Emily and myself with a curious look, but she said nothing. A few minutes later, Mel trudged into the kitchen yawning. Her platinum blonde hair was dishevelled, and she wore no make-up. Her pyjama pants were blue, with little rainbows and unicorns that matched her blue top. She was incredibly adorable in her current drowsy state.

“Good morning Mel,” I said with a smile.

She responded with a yawn and a wave in my direction as she bee-lined for the coffee machine.

“She doesn’t speak until she has her coffee,” Emily said with a cheeky grin.

“Not all of us have your morning energy Em,” the blonde twin replied.

“But we love you still,” Emily replied, kissing her twin on the cheek.

As hard as she seemed to be trying, Mel couldn’t stop herself from cracking a smile at her sister’s affection, a smile she quickly hid behind the rim of her coffee mug.

The next twenty minutes passed by with the sisters talking about what their plans for the day were. Emily served her twin some breakfast before taking the seat beside me and digging into her own. It was nice to see she ate with the same disregard for etiquette that I did. Maybe it was a trait we shared from our father. Mel ate a bit more reservedly, and so did the other two, but that could have been from their mother.

With breakfast done, I started doing the dishes. Amanda tried to interject and do them, but since she hadn’t cooked or eaten, she was easily persuaded to take a seat and relax. Emily did give me a hand drying and stacking the mornings plates, pans and cutlery, and I was glad to have her so close, even for such a menial task. I was really enjoying her company.