LUST AT FIRST SIGHT – Chapter 8 by Darth_Aussie

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I considered chickening out and hiding in my flat for the rest of the day—or year—about a dozen times in the few seconds I stood in the kitchen waiting for my sisters. The anxiety I felt was churning my stomach and caused my heart to race as I ran through a hundred different outcomes to this confrontation. Most of them ended with me being kicked out, and my sisters never wanting to see me again. I knew I was probably overexaggerating the outcome to some degree, but it didn’t stop me from worrying.

I tried to look as casual as possible by grabbing a chilled bottle of water from the fridge just as Amanda rounded the corner into the kitchen. The sight of her nearly floored me.

My eldest sister was wearing a pair of grey yoga pants that showcased her amazing legs, and a black tank-top that clung to her sweat-slicked skin. Her long black hair was tied up in a ponytail, leaving her long, slender neck invitingly exposed. Our eyes met for a brief moment, then she offered me a smile before dumping her gym bag on the kitchen counter.

“Good morning, Nick,” she said. “Did you sleep well?”

Her response was not what I was expecting. Then I remembered we’d all drank a fair bit last night. Did she even remember the kiss? I sure as hell would never forget it, but maybe it wasn’t as memorable for her as it was for me. That line of thought was more than a little depressing.

“Yeah I did, sorry I slept so late,” I said, taking a swig from my water.

“Don’t worry about it,” Amanda gave me another smile, then began scooting around the kitchen, pulling out pans and lighting the stove. “Take a seat, I’ll make you some breakfast.”

She slipped by me a few times, and the closeness of her body was intoxicating. I felt my penis begin to jump to life and decided a seat was probably the best option right now.

“You don’t have to make me anything to eat,” I protested, taking a seat. “You’ve already done more than enough today.”

“Nonsense,” she said. “I’ve always got so much energy after a workout.”

I decided to let it drop and glanced around the kitchen area. I had no idea how this wonderful woman had so much energy, especially after the party last night. None of the party guests had been overly messy or caused any issues, but parties always left a lot to clean up the day after. The kitchen and what I could see of the adjoining rooms looked to be as spotless and tidy as they were the first day I arrived. It felt strange to think I’d only been in this house for a couple of days and it was already so familiar. My sisters were so welcoming, and it really felt like I’d known them for far longer. It already felt like home.

Just then, Emily sauntered into the kitchen with her own workout bag, and I had to make sure my mouth wasn’t gaping open with how stunning she looked. The cute brunette was dressed far more revealing than her older sister—which was strange by itself, since Emily usually dressed quite modestly. Her tight-as-skin workout shorts rode low on her hips, and her matching black sports bra pushed her breasts together nicely. Since Emily wore a lot of loose band shirts, I hadn’t ever gauged how busty she was. She took after Erica a little more in that department. I found it strange that even though Mel and Emily were twins—and had identical facial features—their bodies were quite different. They were of similar height, but Emily had more soft curves compared to her twin’s slender, petite figure. Mel still had amazingly perky breasts—I’d caught more than a passing glance earlier—but she shared a similar body type to Amanda.

I tried hard not to stare at Emily’s exposed mid-section that still seemed to be slick with sweat, but I failed miserably. Especially when her hips swayed the way they did.

“Hey big brother,” Emily smiled, then threw her arms around my neck and planted a kiss on my cheek.

“Good morning,” I replied, hugging her back.

Her body was warm, and her exposed skin was slick. Her lips against my cheek felt red hot and were gone far quicker than I wanted them to be. I fought against the urge to breathe deeply and relish in the scent of her body. That would have been more than a little creepy.

“It’s not morning anymore,” she chuckled, releasing her hug.

“I guess it isn’t. Sorry I slept in so late,” I replied.

I wanted to pull her against me again and feel her soft curves more intimately, but I resisted my primal urge. I’d just fucked the shit out of her best friend last night and I really should be able to show some control now. But I didn’t.

“It’s no big deal. I’m sure Jen kept you up quite late,” Emily shrugged.

“Yeah…about that,” I started to form an apology.

“Don’t try to apologize. I’m not mad, just be careful with her,” Emily assured me.

“Are you sure you’re not mad?” I asked.

“Why would I be?” she replied, and I caught a slightly curious undertone to her question.

“Well…it’s just,” I sighed. “It’s silly. But I know if one of my friends tried sleeping with any of you, I’d get pretty mad at them.”

“But not mad at me?” she arched an eyebrow.

“Well, no. I could never be mad with you,” I answered truthfully.

“Good,” she smiled, then planted another kiss on my cheek. “I’m gonna go shower.”

With a quick wave to her sister, Emily bounded out of the kitchen, her juicy behind bouncing with each step that threatened to have me drooling from the corner of my mouth like a drummer concentrating on his beats per minute.

“Breakfast’s up,” Amanda said cheerily.

I turned back to my eldest sister just in time to see her gorgeous smile as she placed a steaming plate of fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon and two fat pork sausages in-front of me, along with two thick slices of buttered toast. Yeah, I was drooling for real this time.

I dug in after thanking Amanda, and she gave me a pleasant smile. I focused on shoving as much food into my mouth as possible—without choking—as I ran through what I wanted to say to my sister. She seemed to be in good spirits, so either she didn’t remember the kiss, or it didn’t bother her. I wasn’t sure which I would have preferred. Amanda wasn’t mad with me, and that was all I really cared about.

“So, where’s Craig?” I asked when I finally had my fill.

“He left last night with his brother,” she replied. “Something about writing a new song. They were quite drunk, so it wouldn’t surprise me if they ended up at a pub or a strip club.”

“That doesn’t bother you?” I asked her.

“No, I understand guys enjoy that stuff,” she shrugged. “I’ll even admit to having gone a few times.

I filed away the knowledge that my gorgeous sister could very well be into girls and dropped the subject. I could see the appeal of a strip club—especially now I had a bit of money to burn—but I didn’t see why anyone would go out to a place like that when they had an amazing girlfriend waiting for then. Especially one as gorgeous as Amanda.

I finished my breakfast and quickly washed my plate when Amanda left the kitchen, then headed into the living room to chill out and watch some T.V.

I passed the day binge watching some post-apocalyptic sci-fi show on Netflix and eating junk food. The show wasn’t bad, but the amount of cringy teen-angst moments had me close to turning it off. That was until Emily came in. Her hair hung loose and messy as usual, and she was wearing another one of her baggy t-shirts and knee length denim shorts. She plonked down next to me with a bowl of popcorn in her hands.

“Hey, this show is great!” she said, offering me the bowl of popcorn she had.

“It’s okay. Not sure how you can put up with the teen-drama side of it,” I answered, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“Well I am a teenager after all,” Emily laughed.

“Oh yeah,” I chuckled. “Sorry, I kind of keep forgetting.”

“You saying I look old?” she asked, clutching her chest in mock offence.

“Shut up,” I laughed, and gave her a shove.

Emily giggled as she struggled to keep the bowl of popcorn from tipping, then threw a handful at me, hitting me in the face. She was smiling wide and giggling as I turned and fixed her with a stern look. Then I pounced.

Emily’s giggles turned into full-blown squeals and screams as I started tickling her. The bowl of popcorn tumbled to the ground—all but forgotten—as we wrestled on the couch. I found her ticklish spots quickly, and she thrashed and squealed as my fingers danced across her belly, up her ribs and reaching a crescendo of shrieks under her armpits. I was just about to relent on my assault when the heel of Emily’s foot—through her frantic struggling—connected with my groin.

I groaned in pain and rolled away from Emily as I collapsed into the couch. She mustn’t have realized for a few seconds what had happened, because she pounced on me, giggling.

“Time out,” I grunted as she pressed her weight down on-top of me.

“Oh shit!” she gasped as realisation became clear in her features. “Nick! I’m so, so sorry!”

“It’s okay,” I groaned again as another wave of pain spread through my groin and stomach. “It’s already feeling better.”

I wasn’t lying to her either. She hadn’t kicked me all that hard, but it was still a sensitive spot. At least I didn’t have to worry about the involuntary boner I’d been getting by being so close to her.

Emily draped herself over my body and rested her chin on my shoulder as I lay there. “Can I get you anything?”

“Nah, I’ll be fine,” I replied, not wanting her to move.

“What the hell was going on down here.”

Emily’s weight lifted off me quickly, and I gingerly sat up to see Erica standing in the entryway to the living room. She was wearing her black silk robe from the night before, but this time it was tied tightly around her thin waist. Erica looked like she’d just climbed out of bed. Her hair was frizzy and uncombed, and she wore no make-up that I could tell. Without her hair straightened to perfection, and her masterfully applied make-up, she looked gorgeous. Her eyes were large, her lips full and soft and her skin looked flawless. I really enjoyed her aesthetic, but I would be happy to wake up to that face every morning.