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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.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.
“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.
“Nick was tickling me, and I accidentally kicked him in the nuts,” Emily said with a grin.
“Well… you don’t want to do that dear sister,” Erica said with a half-smile. “I get the feeling Nick’s going to need them with all the attention he’s bound to get.”
“Attention?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. Surely Erica wouldn’t be so blatant about what she wanted in-front of our sister.
“You banged Jen,” Emily said.
“So?” I replied, a little confused.
“Jen talks, and if she talks about last night, then a lot of girls in the scene are gonna try to nail you down,” Erica replied flatly.
“You’re essentially fresh meat,” Emily added.
The prospect of having a horde of attractive women throwing themselves at me was a great ego boost, and it would be a lot of fun. But it could get ugly. In my experience, women could be catty and ruthless when it came to laying claim to a man. Especially when that man was new to the area. I’d seen it happen a few times back in London and didn’t look forward to being at the centre of one.
“Maybe she won’t talk,” I said.
Erica and Emily both burst out laughing.
Erica joined Emily and myself on the couch watching Netflix, and I simply enjoyed the company of my sisters. Emily snuggled up on one side of my, while Erica lounged on the opposite with, draping her legs over me. Her robe rode up quite high, giving me marvellous view of her long, smooth legs. I even noticed a distinct lack of panties when she ‘accidentally’ parted her legs slightly.