Mel looked to be wearing nothing but a long white t-shirt that hung down to her thighs, but I noticed a tiny pair of boy shorts when her cute little butt peaked out from under her shirt as she reached up to grab a glass off a high shelf. She’d pulled her pigtails out and tied her platinum blonde hair back into a ponytail that reached her cute behind. All four of my sisters looked ready for bed, and for once Erica was the most modestly dressed of the lot.
We ate dinner with comfortable conversation—mostly about what the girls were up to over the next week—and I ended up going back for seconds when I cleared my plate. I tried my best to keep my eyes off my sister’s bodies as they spoke, but I had horrible discipline.
“Earth to Nick.”
I looked up from my plate to see all four of my siblings looking at me with varying degrees of amusement on their beautiful faces. I faintly recall someone asking me a question and dug through my memory to see what it was.
“I haven’t really thought about what I could do for work,” I answered, hoping I heard the question right.
“What did you do back in England?” Mel asked.
“Mostly labourer work, maintenance and janitorial,” I said.
“I thought you’d be pretty handy,” Erica smirked.
If anyone else noticed the meaning behind her words, they said nothing.
“I could see if there are any maintenance jobs going around the university,” Mel said.
“That would be great. Then we could see Nick when we have class,” Emily grinned.
“What are you two studying?” I asked.
I didn’t know either of them had enrolled in university. I actually hadn’t learnt what any of my sisters did for work, and I felt a little shitty at myself for not asking about such basic information.
“Music,” Emily said.
“Photography and visual arts,” Mel added.
Both weren’t career subjects to study, but if they were happy that’s all that mattered. I hadn’t even finished high school, so I wasn’t going to judge my sisters on their choice for extra education. At least they would have one.
“Did you go to university?” I asked Erica.
She snorted as she tried to suppress a laugh, and my other sisters barely suppressed their own. I looked from one to the other, wondering what the hell was so funny. Erica seemed like a smart girl.
“I didn’t even finish high school, dear brother,” Erica explained.
“She makes enough money without it,” Mel added.
Erica shot her sister a glare, and she closed her mouth. Whatever it was Erica was doing, she hadn’t wanted me to find out. This just piqued my curiosity, but I knew when to push and when to pull back. I’d wait for a better time to broach the subject of Erica’s income and what she did.
“Amanda?” I asked, already knowing the answer to this one.
“Dropped out to help look after these three,” she said with a smile.
“And we love you for being the best big sister ever,” Emily gushed.
Mel offered her love and appreciation for her older sister, and even Erica cracked a huge smile and heaped praise on Amanda. By the time the three were done, Amanda was blushing beet red and smiling from ear to ear. I couldn’t help but smile too as I saw how much my sisters loved one another. They’d been through a lot together, but they always had each other. Now they were my family. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world.
“Well I think it’s time I hit the hay,” I said, getting to my feet and stretching my tired muscles.
At Amanda’s insistence that she didn’t need help with the dishes, I bid my siblings goodnight and stifled a yawn as I grabbed my gym bag and headed up to my small flat. Once inside I dumped my bag on the couch before slumping onto the cushion beside it. I was tired but didn’t feel much like sleeping yet. I grabbed the T.V remote and started browsing Netflix for something to watch. I ended up re-watching Archer from season one. I was about half-way through episode two when I heard a soft knock at my front door. Erica wouldn’t have knocked, so it must have been one of my other sisters.
I paused the episode and answered the door to see Emily standing there with a cute little smile. She was still wearing her oversized t-shirt, and I took a quick moment to admire how stunning she was.
“Good morning,” I smiled.
“Technically yes,” she grinned.
“I hope my T.V wasn’t too loud,” I said.
“Not at all. You can’t hear anything that happens up here,” she assured me. “Mind if I come in?”
“Not at all,” I stepped aside to let Emily in before closing the door.
It wasn’t a cold night—since it was summer in the down under after all—but Emily shivered a little. She wasn’t wearing a great deal of clothing after all.
“Wanna watch some Netflix?” I asked, gesturing to the couch.
“Sure…I can chill,” she grinned adorably.
I dumped my gym bag off the couch and took my seat. Emily wrapped her legs under her as she sat beside me. We watched in comfortable silence for about twenty minutes before I felt Emily’s head rest against my shoulder. I wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and she responded by wrapping her arms around my waist.
‘You’re so warm,” she said. “Like a living heater.”
“So I’ve been told,” I chuckled.
“By girlfriends?” Emily asked quizzically
“And female friends,” I replied.
Emily tilted her head up to study me, and I met her gorgeous green eyes. She cocked her head to one side as our eyes lingered on one-another’s for a whole minute without saying a word. Then she looked back to the T.V screen. “I’m sure you had all the girls chasing after you back in London.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “Not really. I was always too busy working.”
“All work and no play?” she asked.
“Kind of,” I shrugged. “Mum needed help with bills and rent, so I made that my top priority. I always found time to hang out with my friends and I even dated a few girls over the years. But there was nothing serious.”
“You’re a really sweet guy.”
Emily planted a kiss on my cheek, and I felt my pulse quicken at the touch of her lips. It was true that I’d been with my fair share of girls back home, but none of them made me feel the way these women did. It was just a shame they were my relatives.
“What about you?” I asked, taking the spotlight off me.
“What do you mean?” Emily asked.
“You must be batting guys off with a stick,” I chuckled.
“Hardly,” Emily pouted. “There are a few guys I went to high school with, but they’re not really my type.”
“What is your type?” I questioned.
“I like older guys,” she replied. Not elaborating further.
“There were a bunch of older guys here last night at the party. Surely some of them were your type,” I pressed on.
“I’m the little sister of Amanda and Erica, not even the pretty one,” Emily sighed. “They tend to treat me like a kid. Even Mel gets more attention than I do.”
I shifted to face Emily and placed a hand on her cheek, gently turning her to face me. “You’re just as beautiful as any of our sisters.”
“You’re just saying that,” she blushed.
“I’m not,” I replied. “Each of you have qualities that make you unique to one-another. Amanda is beautiful, kind and thoughtful. She never stops caring about her family and making sure we’re all looked after. It’s actually quite irritating when I can’t do anything on my own.”
Emily giggled at my description of Amanda and nodded her head in agreeance.
“Erica is every guy’s wet-dream when they think of big-titty goth girlfriends. She has the style, the body and the confidence to make herself stand out in any crowd. But I also get the feeling there is a deeper side to her that she keeps hidden from everyone.”
“Almost everyone,” Emily nodded.
That confirmed my suspicions about my lusty sibling. She was most likely using her body and confidence as a mask to cover something. What it was exactly, I didn’t know. But I made a mental note to learn more about it.
“You and Mel are also just as gorgeous in your own ways,” I continued. “I won’t lie, but Mel seemed like a bit of a bitch when we first met. She was so cold and distant, but I see that’s just her personality.
“She’s like that at first,” Emily added. “But she likes you, I know she does.”
“I get the feeling she does too,” I said. “She is thoughtful, smart, gorgeous and perceptive. I don’t think much happens that she doesn’t know about. I’m glad she isn’t a gossip.”
“She is great isn’t she,” Emily beamed a huge smile. “Keep going.”
I could tell my brunette sister was enjoying all the lovely things I was saying about our sisters, and it wasn’t a coincidence I left her for last. She was practically bouncing with anticipation at what I had to say about her. But I could also see a slightly worried look in her eyes. Almost as if what I said about her wouldn’t be as good as the others. This girl had some serious self-esteem issues caused by having three smoking hot sisters. Issues that weren’t their fault, but still issues. I was determined to prove to Emily how amazing she is.
“Last but not least we have you dear sister,” I smiled and took her hand in mine. “You are so full of energy and never fail to make me smile. I can tell you have the same effect on the others too, because even Erica’s bitchy attitude seems to be defused when you walk into a room.”
Emily grinned and squeezed my hand. “What else?”
“Well…” I said, drawing the word out. “You’re also incredibly gorgeous.”
Emily’s smile couldn’t have gotten any wider as she squeezed my hand with both of hers. She’d moved to sit crossed legged on the couch facing me, and I had to fight hard to keep my eyes from drifting down to the special place between her legs that was only hidden by her long t-shirt as it draped over her thighs.
“Thank you,” Emily grinned, then leaned forward and placed a kiss on my cheek. “I really needed to hear that.”
“That’s okay. Happy to help,” I chuckled. “I’m gonna get something to drink. You want anything?”
“Sure. I’ll take some water,” she replied.
I regretfully untangled my hand from hers and went to grab us something to drink. I had some beer in the fridge but settled for water. It was a bit late to start drinking now. One of my sisters—probably Amanda—had left some chilled water in the fridge. I opened a bottle and poured two glasses before heading back to Emily.
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