“With my mother’s eyes,” I smiled.
“She must have had beautiful eyes,” Emily replied softly.
Our eyes met for a brief moment, and I felt a sudden pull towards her. Instead, I focused—something I would have thought impossible to do yesterday—and gave her a smile before gesturing to her bike.
“You wanna take the helm?” I asked.
“No,” she shook her head. “You can ride.”
“I don’t have a license though,” I replied.
“Do you always do what’s right?” Emily asked, giving me a very Erica like smirk.
“Alright,” I chuckled. “Better hold on tight though.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Ten minutes later we were hitting the highway out of the small suburb that was now my home. And I was able to really open it up. Emily clung tightly to me as we raced along the empty highway. It felt nice having her body pressed against my back and her arms tightly wrapped around my waist. The noise of the bike and the helmets we wore made it all but impossible to talk while we rode, but Emily was still able to direct me to an exit ramp after another twenty minutes of riding.
We left the four-lane highway on a bending exit ramp that turned into a smooth two-lane road with countryside expanding in each direction as far as the eye could see. It was all commercial farmlands, but it was still beautiful. I continued taking Emily’s directions until we were taking a series of hairpin turns that gradually increased in elevation. We took the turns together, leaning in unison as we slowly rose higher and higher until we reached the peak.
A parking lot opened up ahead of us, and I guessed this was the place Emily wanted to take me to. I brought us to a stop at the far end of the parking lot, near a park bench, and shut the engine off before throwing the kickstand down and removing my helmet.
“That was amazing,” Emily said, shaking her hair free.
“It did feel great to ride again,” I nodded.
Emily’s hair always looked on the messy side. Her brown waves were wild and untamed compared to her siblings. But it was perfect.
“Come on,” she grinned, and grabbed my hand as she all but dragged me off the bike. “The view is amazing.”
We carried our helmets up to the lookout point before placing them down on a nearby picnic table. Emily was right, the view from up here was gorgeous, especially with the setting sun.
“This place is amazing,” I said, stepping up to the safety railing.
“Dad would bring us up here when we were little,” Emily said, smiling fondly. “Erica hated it. She is afraid of heights. But she never said no.”
“I get the feeling Erica would do something that she was afraid of just to prove she wasn’t afraid,” I chuckled.
“That’s pretty much it,” Emily laughed. “You already know us so well.”
“It’s hard to describe,” I said, looking out over the countryside below. “It’s only been a few days. But it feels like I’ve always known you.”
“The feeling’s mutual,” Emily replied.
We stood there watching the sun sink lower and lower behind the horizon, bathing the sky in a brilliant, fiery orange glow. As we stood there—I had no idea when—our fingers intertwined together as we held hands. Emily leaned her head against my shoulder as we simply enjoyed the silence of the lookout point.
“Nick,” Emily said after the sun had reached the three-quarter mark of its descent.
“Yeah,” I replied, turning to look at her.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything at all,” I nodded.
“Can I see your. . .?” She dropped her gaze and bit her bottom lip as she trailed off.
“My wh—” I stopped mid-sentence as it clicked in my head what she wanted. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
“Mel saw it,” she replied quickly.
“She told you?!” I asked, a little shocked.
“Mel and I tell each other everything,” Emily shrugged. “I don’t mind. She is prettier than me after all.”
“Don’t say that,” I shook my head. “Neither of you is prettier than the other.”
“Then why is it okay for her and not me?” she asked. “We are both your sisters.”
“It’s hard to explain,” I ran my hands through my hair. “Mel kind of just went for it. I didn’t really get a chance to say no.”
“You didn’t want to show Mel?” Emily asked with a confused and worried look on her face.
“Not like that,” I said quickly. “But she took the charge, and it was all happening before I knew it. I don’t regret it at all.”
“You know I don’t mind sharing with Mel,” Emily shrugged. “She’s my sister and I love her. It would be wrong to lay claim to you when you’re important to all of us.”
“You say that now,” I sighed. “But how long will that last.”
“You really don’t understand the lengths I’d go to for any of our sisters, and them for me,” Emily laughed. “If they’re happy. I’m happy.”
“I keep hearing that,” I sighed.
“It’s because it’s the truth,” Emily nodded.
“Are you sure this is what you want?’ I asked.
“One hundred percent,” Emily said with a look of conviction and determination in her eyes.
“Okay,” I nodded.
I motioned for Emily to take a step back, and she did. I took a deep breath as I loosened the buckle on my belt and steeled myself for what was to come. The other situations with my sisters had been different. Heat of the moment. Sexual tension. But now, I was clear headed and thinking clearly. Yet I was about to go through with it.
In the few moments it took me to loosen my belt and unzip my jeans, I finally accepted the fact that I was in love with my sisters. Each and every one of them. It had been almost instantaneous, and I believe I knew the moment I saw each of them, but it was finally starting to sink in that it was real. And that the feelings were mutual for each of them.
Emily in her exploration and curiosity. Mel with her open acceptance. Erica hiding behind flirtatious and seductive behaviour. And Amanda, choosing to push it aside. That actually hurt, because out of the entire household, I had hoped we could get along more than anyone. We were closest in age and seemed to have so much in common.
So much in common…even the way we pushed back against feelings we knew we shouldn’t have. How I felt about Amanda denying what we both felt. That must have been how Emily and Erica felt when I rejected their advances.
Well…not anymore.
My jeans were lowered, then came my boxer shorts. My dick was only starting to wake up and was still in that impressive stage of filling with blood but looking flaccid. The stage most guys wished their dicks looked all the time while soft. I watched Emily’s eyes go wide and her mouth open slightly as she eyed my penis. I resisted the urge to jerk myself a few times to get hard, and just let nature take its course.
“Can I touch it?” she asked tentatively.
“Go ahead,” I nodded, fully accepting of the situation.
Emily took a step closer, and slowly reached out. Her fingers trailed up the length of my shaft, causing my dick to jump. She mustn’t have expected it, because she pulled her hand back slightly.
“Did that hurt?” she asked quickly. “I’m sorry if it hurt.”
“It didn’t hurt,” I smiled. “It actually felt good.”
Our eyes met, and I nodded to let her know it was okay to continue. This time, she didn’t shy away when my cock twitched at her touch. My erection was getting stronger as her fingers traced lines along my shaft, until it was standing at full attention. Saluting the sky as it demanded attention.
“That’s big,” Emily giggled.
“How do you know?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve never seen one before.”
“No…but I have seen pictures,” she said, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. “And I’ve used toys before.”
I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan as Emily slid her hand up my length and ran her thumb over the tip of my penis. “That’s a welcome image.”
“You’d like to see that?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.
“Oh yeah,” I groaned.
“Well…you showed me yours,” Emily whispered. “I guess it’s only fair.”
“Only if you’re comfortable with doing it,” I replied, then groaned in pleasure as a jolt of pleasure shot through my body.
Emily nodded, then looked down at my cock with rapt attention. Her movements were slow and almost clumsy. It was obvious that she didn’t have any experience with this kind of thing. But I found that to be just as arousing as Erica’s expert hands and mouth.
After a few minutes of letting Emily play with my penis, I cupped her face with my right hand and lifted her gaze to mine. Both of her hands were now working. She had become bolder as our eyes locked and she let her left-hand caress my balls as she slowly stroked my shaft with her right. Our faces drifted closer together and I could feel her warm breath on my face as I prepared to taste her soft lips once more.
Lights flashed by the carpark entrance, and the sound of a car’s tires crunching over gravel caused me to look up quickly. The sun was mostly set now, but Emily and I were in a very precarious position. Luckily, if anyone was looking directly at us, they wouldn’t see anything but Emily’s back.
With a groan of annoyance, I gently pushed Emily away and stuffed my erection back into my jeans. It was far from comfortable, but I was hoping it would settle down in the next few minutes.
“We better head back,” I said, giving her a quick kiss.
“Yeah,” she nodded, then smiled. “It’s a shame.”
We kept our hands to ourselves as we walked back to Emily’s bike. The people in the car could be complete strangers. But it was better to keep up the façade. Just in case someone recognized Emily. We weren’t too far from the suburb where we lived, and this spot might be frequented by people who saw us every day. Although, no one exited the car, and I thought I saw two people in the front seat before whoever was in the passenger side ducked out of sight.
“At least someone’s going to have a good time up here,” I chuckled.
“What do you mean?” Emily asked, pulling on her helmet.
I placed a hand on my younger sibling’s shoulder and directed her towards the car. It was hard to see in the fading light. But through the back window of the dark coloured sedan, I could just make out the movements that confirmed my suspicion.
“Oh my god!” Emily exclaimed. “They didn’t even wait for us to leave.”
“Maybe they’ve been holding off long enough,” I shrugged.
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