Lust at First Sight::>Ch.5

I climbed out of the passenger seat and grabbed my luggage, guitar case and backpack from the boot of the car. Amanda offered to carry something for me, but my male pride made me decline. It really wasn't all that heavy anyway, plus she had to get the door anyway. I tried my best to not stare at her backside as I followed her up the four steps to the front door but failed when she wiggled her body as she worked the key into the lock. The lock must have been stiff, because it took her a moment of wiggling and shaking her body that was doing all kinds of devious things to my groin, before getting the front door opened. Once she pulled her key back and stepped aside and gestured dramatically for me to enter. "Your new home awaits," she said with a presenters voice. I shook my head and smiled at her playful nature. I was glad she felt so comfortable in my presence, especially since we'd only met a just over an hour earlier. I stepped into a wide hallway of polished hardwood floors. A shoe rack to my right told me I'd need to remove my boots, but Amanda waved me down the hallway when I stopped to untie the laces. I followed her instructions and she pushed and prodded me into a large sitting room, fitted out with two, three-seater leather couches positioned opposite each other around a long wooden coffee table. The walls were adorned with framed tour posters from a variety of super-star international bands—some signed—to local shows where I didn't recognize a single band logo. Shelves filled most of the empty space and all sorts of Gothic décor filled the shelves. Hanging bats, spooky skeletons, pop vinyls, band memorabilia and everything from cheap, tacky Halloween decorations to super expensive dragon sculptures and incense burners. It looked just like a few friends places did back home, and I immediately felt welcomed and comfortable. But then I saw the other three women sitting side-by-side. My brain recognized them immediately as being Amanda's sisters, my own younger sisters. But my d**k had a mind of his own. Each one of them was as gorgeous as Amanda. ******** I looked between the three gorgeous women seated together on one of the couches. I didn't need Amanda to introduce them to know they were my other sisters, and I could at least tell who Erica was, since Emily and Amelia were twins, although they looked like they'd be quite easy to tell apart once I knew who was who. "Hey guys, this is Nick," Amanda said with a beaming smile as she stepped up beside me. "Nick, this is Erica, Emily and Mel." My eyes followed Amanda's indications as she introduced her sisters to me. Erica was the older of the three there with very similar features to Amanda. She had a slightly darker skin tone that looked like she'd tan really well if she tried, but from the dyed black hair and red streak down one side told me she wasn't too fond of the beach and sun. She wore an altered band t shirt that was cut to expose a generous portion of her ample breasts, with tiny slits down the sides to expose her soft looking skin. She also wore a pair of doc martin boots, but these only came up to her calf, showing off her long legs that her tiny black, denim shorts didn't even try to cover. She looked to bit shorter than Amanda, with wider hips, thicker thighs, a more ample chest and curves that could make a Greek goddess weep with envy. But both women still had the same delicate, beautiful facial features and bright blue eyes, making it impossible to mistake them for anything other than sisters. Their differences aside, both women were stunning. The twins were as dissimilar to one another as their sisters were. The one who Amanda identified as Emily was a much more casual dresser than her twin. She wore a faded blue denim vest that was covered in band patches and small spikes and studs, her hair was a mass of wavy brown locks that hung down her shoulders that looked in need of a brush. She was more cute than beautiful like Amanda and sexy, sultry like Erica. Where her sisters had piercing blue eyes, hers were a dazzling green. She looked to be about the same height as Erica, with more of softness to her figure than Amanda but lacking the seductive curves of Erica. Amelia was a spitting image of her twin, but their style was far different. Whereas Emily was dressed in black jeans and band t shirt, Amelia wore black top that showed a generous amount of cleavage with a pentagram pattern over her chest, tying behind her smooth neck. She wore a black frilly skirt that showed off her long, fishnet coated legs that ended in four-inch platform boots. Her hair was also vastly different from her twin, the long wavy curls were replaced with impossibly straight, long white-blonde hair, which lustrous and styled to perfection. It was so long I was sure it would reach her ass when she stood up. Their expressions also differed greatly as they took me in, Emily was all smiles, while Amelia had a neutral, resting b***h face that could freeze fire. How the hell was I going to live in a house with babes like this. I was going to have a perpetual b***r. "Hey everyone, nice to meet you," I said, trying to keep my mind off of how hot my new sisters were. "So, you're the bastard," Erica said from her seat beside Emily. "Erica!" Amanda scolded her sister. "Well he is, Dad wasn't married so that makes him a bastard," she said with a shrug. "I'm so sorry," Amanda turned to face me. "It's okay, technically I am a bastard," I said with a laugh, trying to not let Erica get to me. I knew it must be hard for them too. "It's not okay," Amanda rounded on her sister. "We all agreed to let Nick come here and stay with us." "Relax sis, I'm just f*****g with you," Erica laughed and got to her feet. She crossed the distance between us, and I fought to keep my eyes off her swaying hips and exposed cleavage. "Besides, I like him." I took a deep breath to relax my racing heart as my curvaceous sisters approached me, then wrapped her arms around my neck before pulling me into a hug. I reacted the same as I did with Amanda, but unlike her sister, Erica pressed the entire length of her academy award winning body into mine. Erection and all. She hugged me for about a dozen seconds, and I fought to keep my hands on her hips and off her amazing looking backside, but I swore I felt her press her stomach into my erection before pulling away. "Pleasure to meet you," she said with a smile. "Big brother."