LUST AT FIRST SIGHT – Chapter 5 by Darth_Aussie

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I waited outside while Amanda got ready and smoked a cigarette. I went through the messages I’d received over the last twenty-four hours and replied to them. They were mostly just friends making sure I had a safe trip, asking if it was as hot as they’d heard it was, and asking for photos of my sisters. The photo one’s I ignored as it was just my friends trying to get a rise out of me. I’d always tried hitting up their older sisters, and I would always say I was safe from them, since I was an only child. If only they could see exactly how hot each and every one of my siblings were. They’d probably be on the next flight to Melbourne.

“Hey Nick,” a voice pulled me away from my phone.

I looked up to see Mel walking up the driveway with a duffle-bag over one shoulder. She looked like she’d been at the gym, wearing tight leggings, running shoes and a black top that hugged her body, leaving her pale stomach bare. I quickly fastened my eyes onto hers so she wouldn’t see me checking out her figure.

“Hey Mel, been to the gym?” I asked.

“Yeah, I like to go early each morning for a couple hours,” she replied.

“You’ll have to show me which gym, I’ll need to get a membership soon,” I said.

“Definitely, we can work-out together,” Mel smiled.

It was a genuine smile, the first I felt I’d received from the platinum blonde since we’d met. She had loosened up a bit when we were drinking in the pool last night, but she seemed less impressed with me than any of my new siblings. Amanda was openly friendly, while Emily was ecstatic to have a brother and Erica just seemed to want to tease and torment me. But Mel hadn’t really showed any emotion towards me. It could be she didn’t really care, or she could just be really good at hiding her feelings and emotions.

“I’d like that,” I smiled.

“Are you waiting for someone?” she asked curiously.

“Yeah, Amanda and I are going shopping,” I said. “Well she is, I’m mostly just tagging along to carry heavy shit.”

“That’s really nice of you,” she smiled, and my heart skipped a beat at how beautiful she looked at that moment. Her hair was tied back in a tight ponytail and her eyes seemed to glow. “Amanda does so much for us, I’m glad you’re willing to help her out.”

“Just doing my part,” I said.

“I know, but that’s what makes you a good person,” she replied. “Have a good day Nick, I’ll see you at the party later.”

Mel stepped passed me and through the front door just as Amanda stepped out. The sister’s stopped for a moment and traded words in a whisper, then Mel looked over her shoulder to give me a smile before heading inside.

“What was that?” I asked Amanda.

“Girl business,” she said.

“Girl business?” I asked.

“Yep, so unless you have something to tell me, you don’t get to know,” Amanda actually stuck her tongue out at me as she walked by.

She was wearing her tight jeans again and the urge to slap her on the ass as she walked by was strong—my hand even twitched—but I restrained myself and got in the passenger seat of the car. The engine started up and the music blasted through the stock speakers that were probably a little overdue for replacement, then we were on the road again.

I tried to keep track of turns and roads we took, but I was continually drawn back to how beautiful Amanda was. She had a small smile on her face as her head bobbed softly to the music. Thankfully she hadn’t noticed me checking her out, or if she did, she didn’t say anything. I ended up getting lost in my own thoughts, thoughts about each of my sisters and what my new life was going to be like. I thought it a blessing that we were all into the same sort of music and interests and I wondered how that had happened.

Back home it was rare to find someone who dressed in a similar way and listened to the bands I enjoyed, let alone an attractive woman. But here I was, thousands of kilometres from home, with my half siblings that all seemed to have went down the same path. Maybe it was our fathers influence that lead to the girls respect and love of the darker side of things, similar to how my mother introduced me to heavy metal when I was younger. In the end it didn’t really matter, each of them would have been a knock-out even without the aesthetic they’d chosen for themselves.

“Earth to Nick, you still there?” Amanda’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I realized we’d stopped.

“Yeah, sorry,” I said. “Zoned out for a minute.”

“All good,” she smiled. “Let’s go, I’ll let you carry the heavy shit.”

“Geez, thanks” I chuckled.

“I know how you guys love showing off your big muscles,” she laughed.

I shook my head and managed to keep my eyes off her ass as she exited the driver seat, which was a feat of extraordinary willpower on my part. I walked beside Amanda as we approached the supermarket, partly to keep my eyes from wandering at her impossibly tight jeans, and partly to be able to talk to her.

“You really did sound great earlier,” she said, grabbing a shopping cart.

“The sound dampening probably cut out a lot of my mistakes,” I laughed.

“Don’t be silly, I’ve been playing since I was eight and I know good guitar playing when I hear it,” Amanda replied.

“Who taught you too play?” I asked, knowing the answer already.

“Dad used to play when I was little, then on my eighth birthday he bought me my first acoustic and started giving me lessons,”

Her voice was soft, almost distant. I could tell that the topic of our father was a painful one for her and I hated pushing those buttons, but I really needed to know more about the man who had given me life.

“I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable to talk about,” I said after a few seconds of silence.

“No, it’s okay,” she sighed. “It’s painful to think about him, but I at least have those memories. I can’t imagine what you’re feeling.”

She stepped closer to me and wrapped her arm around my neck, pulling me into a hug. I encircled her slim waist and pulled her against my body, then immediately felt horrible for enjoying the feel of her body against mine. The hug only lasted a few seconds, but it had much more feeling and emotion behind it than any sign of affection I’d received from any girl in the past.

“Thank you,” I said.

“That’s okay,” Amanda smiled. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”

I stepped around her and took the shopping cart handle to follow her in. For some reason I expected the supermarkets here to be different from back home—not sure why—but apart from the different brands of products, everything looked about the same.

“Was Dad a good guitarist?” I asked.

“He was fantastic,” Amanda grinned. “He didn’t get to play much when I got older since he was always busy with work. But he was great.”

“Guess it must run in the family,” I smirked. “What about the others? Emily plays bass and Erica drums, right?”

“Yeah,” Amanda nodded. “Once they were older, they all wanted to learn something. Dad could play bass too and helped Emily learn, but Erica needed a teacher.”

“Is she any good?” I asked.

“Very,” Amanda smiled.

“What about Mel?” I asked.

“Mel didn’t show any interest in learning an instrument,” she explained. “She loves music, but she put her time and energy into photography, art and video games. She is quite an artist though.”

“Interesting,” I mused.

I thought about the information about my new sisters as I followed Amanda around the supermarket, hardly paying attention to what she threw in the cart. My mother hadn’t been very musically gifted, even though she loved music, and I gathered that their mother was about the same. It looked as if all of my father’s children had developed an affinity for music, with the exception of Amelia. Art was another form of expression that many musicians displayed also, so I took that another inherited skill from our father.

We spent about an hour in the grocery store and by the time we hit the check out the cart was filled to the brim. Amanda had gone a little crazy, but when I mentioned it, she simply said. “You can only welcome your big brother to the family once.”

Once we were paid up and I had loaded the car I stopped to pull my pack of cigarettes out and realized I only had two left.

“Ah, shit,” I said. “I gotta go back in.”

“You’re not very observant, are you?” Amanda smirked.

“What?” I asked with what I assumed was a dumb expression on my face.

She leaned into the back of the car and rummaged around in the grocery bags for a few seconds before pulling out a carton of cigarettes. They weren’t the brand I liked from back home, but I was well aware that I was going to have to find something new.

“I got these for you,” she tossed me the carton.

“You really didn’t have to do that,” I said in shock.

“I know, but I wanted too,” she shrugged and smiled at me.

I wasn’t sure if this is how siblings were with one another—definitely not how my mate and his sister acted—or if she had other feelings for me, as I did her. She could simply just be a lovely person and I was reading into this too much. I decided to let it go and just thanked her again.

I lit up a smoke and jumped in the passenger seat when Amanda signalled it was okay to smoke in her car. I personally never smoked in my own car back home, but each to their own. I managed to memorize most of the route back home and was sure if I had to, I could drive down to the shops myself. I’d have to get my Australian driver’s license sorted soon and get a new car.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” I asked Amanda.

“Sure,” she said, turning the music down.

“There’s only two cars at the house,” I said. “For four people. What does everyone else drive?”

“The Barina belongs to Erica, and Emily has a motorbike,” she replied.

“What about Mel?” I asked.

“Mel doesn’t know how to drive. She hasn’t shown an interest in learn,” Amanda said. “Usually one of us will give her a ride, and the public transport into the city is pretty good so she doesn’t miss out on much.”

I nodded at her explanation, and she turned the music up. I hadn’t seen a bike anywhere in the garage or around the house, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t one. Maybe I could get my own bike instead, then Emily and I could go for rides. I enjoyed riding back home and had even ridden my grandfather’s old Harley for a few years before it broke down. I’d always wanted to fix it up, but Hayley parts were so expensive, and we never had the money. I ended up selling it off for parts in the end.