Lust at First Sight Bk. 01 Pt. 01

"Why don't you invite your friends over here tonight? It's Saturday, we could have a proper party to welcome Nick," Amanda said.

"That sounds awesome!" Emily exclaimed." I can't wait to show you off to my friends."

Emily stuffed another piece of bacon into her mouth, then darted out of the kitchen like her pants were on fire. Of course, I watched her bubbly butt the entire way.

"Does she ever sit still?" I asked Amanda.

"Nope," she laughed.

I finished my plate of food and carried it around to the sink, scraping the leftovers into the bin before rinsing and storing it in the dishwasher. Making sure I did it when Amanda's back was too me, just in case she tried to do it herself. I'd really have to help her out around the house to give her a break.

"What about you?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" she replied.

"What are your plans for today?" I added.

She pursed her lips in thought, as if she really hadn't thought about what to do with her free time, which was something I had gathered she hadn't had a lot of in the years since her mother left, and our father had died.

"Not sure, might just read a book or listen to some music," she shrugged. "I'm not really all that exciting."

"Sounds like a pretty good day to me," I said with a smile. "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all, but you'll probably have to fight to get away from Emily," Amanda said. "She's been so excited to meet you and show off her long-lost brother to all her friends."

"Any of the cute?" I asked with a smirk.

"Quite a few," Amanda half smiled.

"Maybe I can get her to set me up," I added with a laugh.

"Oh Nick, I doubt you'll have any trouble finding a girl," Amanda replied, giving me one of those intense looks.

Her eyes bore into me, making my heart beat a little faster. Suddenly I was feeling a little hot, and I was aware of the tight denim shorts she was wearing, showcasing her super-star long legs and I felt my barely receding dick spring back to life. It was going to be another one of those days.

Just then, Erica came down from upstairs in a pair of Lycra leggings and sports bra. The bra was meant to keep her breasts in place for working out, but it seemed to be slacking off since they bounced with every step she took.

"Morning Erica," Amanda greeted her sister with a plate of eggs and toast.

"Good morning," she replied to Amanda, then gave me a flat stare.

She didn't look too pleased to see me, not a single smirk, smile or seductive wink this morning. Maybe I'd gone too far with the shower scene this morning, but she had to know she couldn't do what she was doing and get away with it. I'd have to fight fire with fire when dealing with this temptress.

"Morning Erica," I said in my most pleasant tone.

"Morning," she replied, then took her plate and sat down at the dining table by herself.

I studied her for a moment as she slowly ate her food and flicked through some social media app on her phone, stopping to take a selfie or two from time to time.

"Something happen between you two?" Amanda asked, making me jump.

"Nope, nothing, maybe she is just a little hungover and embarrassed from last night," I lied.

"I've never known Erica to be embarrassed by anything," Amanda mused. "But, having a brother is a new experience to us all."

"Especially me," I laughed. "I'm sure she'll be fine. I'll just give her some space."

"Okay, but you let me know if she starts being a bitch to you, she got that from our mother," Amanda added.

"Sure thing," I replied, not really intending on getting Erica in trouble with her sister. I could deal with her on my own if she kept it up, it was actually kind of fun fucking with her.

I said my goodbyes to my sisters, too which Amanda gave me a one-armed hug and Erica ignored me. I left the kitchen to search for Emily, then I heard the muffled rumble of a bass guitar coming from the door I suspected led to the garage. I knocked on the door but the playing continued, so I tried the handle and found it was unlocked. I inched the door open and peered into my idea of heaven.

The interior of the garage had been sound proofed in a professional manner, and the concrete floor was covered neatly with carpet tiles to further dampen the sound both inside, and outside. A massive double-bass drum kit sat on a small riser at the far end of the room, the cymbal rack glittered with an impressive amount of polished brass cymbals and the drums themselves were a deep red with black swirls laced with mother of pearl. It was a beautiful set-up, and I wondered who it belonged too.

"Nick!" Emily said as soon as the bass guitar stopped.

"Hey, sweet set-up," I said, stepping into the room and closing the door behind me.

Emily was seated on a stool in-front of a massive 6x10 bass cab with a Mesa M9 carbine amp sitting on top. The amplifier was a serious piece of band equipment, at 900watts it could probably vibrate the whole house if it was turned up. I noticed the volume was only on two and was surprised I could hear it so well at a low setting, even through the sound proofing. Resting on her knee was a 4-string BTB Ibanez with a five-piece neck-through design. The polished wood finish was spectacular and the tiny mother of pearl inlays along the fretboard shimmered whenever Emily moved the instrument. She held it with a familiarity one only gets from playing an instrument for long hours.

"Thanks, it's not all mine though," she said, placing the bass on the stand beside her.

Other stands sat by two other guitar amps on either side of Emily's. Both guitar rigs were almost identical, both had a 4x10 mesa guitar cab, but the amps were different. The one to her right was a Mesa Stiletto while the other was a Mesa dual rectifier. Whoever owned all this equipment definitely had their favourite brand picked out when it came to amps. Guitars were a different story.

The stand, by the amp was a multi-stand that held three guitars, each hanging by a clamp around the base of the headstock. One was a beautiful deep-red swirled PRS, while the other two were Jackson guitars, one from the Kelly model with long, sweeping points while the other was from the V collection. The V was stark white with black edging and the Kelly was plain black. While I'd love to play either of them, the black one had caught my attention.

"You play, don't you?" Emily interrupted my ogling of the instruments.

"I do," I replied.

"Wanna jam?" she smiled.

"Are these yours?" I asked, pointing to the guitars.

"No, they're Amanda's, but she doesn't play anymore," Emily replied, sounding a little sad.

"How come?" I asked.

"Dad taught her," she replied simply.

I left the questioning at that, but I approached the guitars and took the black Jackson into my hands. I let my eyes roam across the curves of the body and up the polished neck. The strings looked fresh, not a spot of rust on them.

"Go on," Emily grinned, picking up her bass.

"You sure Amanda won't mind?" I asked.

"Nah, at least they'll get played," she shrugged. "I play around with them sometimes, but I'm not very good with that many strings."

I took a seat on the stool that was positioned beside the dual rectifier amp and rested the guitar on my leg. It was awkward to play sitting down, but I could manage. My friend had one of the cheaper models back home and I had played it for hours upon hours whenever I could. I was looking forward to making this one scream.

I uncoiled a lead that was sitting on the amp and plugged one end into the guitar, then the other into the input on the face of the amplifier. I switched the power on and adjusted some of the settings. Some guitarists like to have a lot of low-end in their tone, but I preferred to let the bass give the low-end, and since I was jamming with a bassist, I wanted to hear how she played. Once I had the dials to the position's I wanted I flicked the stand-by switch, and the amplifier hummed with feedback from the pick-ups.

I ran my left hand along the fretboard to gauge the responsiveness of the settings. The metallic scratching from my fingers sliding along the strings was a familiar sound to me, one some people hated, but one I loved.

There was a bowl of guitar picks sitting on the amp, and I fished out one I liked the size and feel of. I usually played with one's far smaller that were often used in jazz, but this one would do the job. Once I had the guitar in as comfortable position as I could, I strummed my first power chord.

The instrument sang loudly in its dirty, distorted tone that was literal music to my ears. The amp was turned down low, but it still filled the entire garage space with an almost painful hum.

"Here," Emily handed me a pair of disposable yellow ear plugs.

"Thanks," I replied, stuffing them into my ears to protect my hearing.

Once I was satisfied with the tone of the instrument, and the volume levels, I started off with a standard thrashy death-metal riff I liked to play when warming up. It was mostly power chords with some pinch harmonics thrown in for good measure. After I repeated the riff for the third time, I heard a chunky, thunderous tone cut through and I looked over to see Emily's fingers moving across her much longer fretboard. Unlike most guitarists, I had a strong appreciation for skilled bassist's. They may only have four strings—some had more—but they had much longer necks to work with, and fret-spacing was much wider. Emily seemed to be a pro as her fingers danced along the neck of her instrument, keeping up with me and only pausing long enough to gauge a change I made before diving right back in.

After about five minutes of jamming I slid the ball of my hand along the volume knob to cut the sound. Emily stopped with a long slide along the E-string and looked over to me smiling widely.

"That was awesome!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, that was pretty damn good," I laughed.

"You're a really good guitarist," she gushed.

"Not that great, but I do enjoy playing," I rubbed the back of my neck.

I'd never been great at receiving compliments on my musical skills, always feeling like I could be better and not deserving of praise. I guess everyone could always be better at their passion of choice, I just had a hard time believing I was anything special. It wasn't like I could shred like Zack Wylde, or solo like Satriani. I rarely even wrote my own music, preferring to just play covers by myself. Probably why my band back home never did anything.

"You're the awesome one Emily," I complimented my smiling sister. "You picked up what I was playing in seconds and jumped in."

"I was a little sloppy, I haven't had a guitarist to play with in a while," she shrugged.

She was anything but sloppy, her finger-picking technique was flawless. I was listening closely when we were playing, and each note she played sounded perfectly executed, only hesitating when following a change I made. Which was understandable when you're playing something you aren't familiar with. Every guitarist and bassist I knew back in London would have stopped what I was playing, and asked me to show them what notes, chords and frets I was using. But not my sister, she was a natural. I wondered if Amanda was as skilled as her younger sibling.

"Wanna play some more?" she asked, and I couldn't refuse the eagerness in her eyes. Plus, I really did enjoy playing guitar.

"Sure, do you know any covers?" I asked.

"Of course," she grinned.

We spent the next fifteen minutes going over our favourite bands and deciding between three we both liked. Out of those three we picked a few covers that we both knew. One of them I'd never actually learnt the song, but I knew it well enough to be able to fudge my way through without too much trouble.

Half an hour later I was placing the guitar down on its stand and flexing my fingers and wrist. It had been a long time since I played properly, and I hadn't given myself much of a warm-up before diving into some pretty fast songs. We didn't have a drummer for backing, but Emily kept amazing time and I was able to lock in with her and we only lost out rhythm a couple of times on the first song.

"I'm so glad you're staying with us Nick," Emily beamed as she placed her bass down. "We should do this every day!"

I smiled at her enthusiasm. "I'd like that, although I'll bring my guitar down next time."

"Maybe Amanda and Erica will join us next time," she said, all but bouncing with excitement.

"Erica plays?" I asked, genuinely surprised.

"She's the drummer," Emily smiled. "Doesn't that look like something she'd play?"

I looked over to the extravagant kit, and somehow knew what Emily meant. It was gorgeous and sexy with perfectly polished, cared for look. Exactly how Erica kept her own appearance, well whenever I had seen her anyway. The dark red colour scheme also seemed to be a very similar shade to the red streak she'd dyed into the right side of her hair. Thoughts and images flashed of Erica sitting upon her throne, legs beating and arms moving as sweat trickled down her neck and between her generous breasts. I shook my head to dispel the image.

"That would be great, but I have a feeling Erica doesn't like me," I admitted.

"She does, she just has an odd way of showing it," Emily assured me. "Trust me, I can tell she likes having you around."

I wasn't sure what Emily had meant by that. Had she noticed the looks her sister had been giving me? Had she noticed my own reactions to Erica flaunting her body? Or my reactions to her? I doubt she'd be so calm and casual about it if she knew what went on in my head, or the shower scene with Erica this morning. But if she did, did that mean she was okay with what was going on?

I pushed that thought aside and picked up the guitar again. It could be that my whole family are perverted fucks like me, but that would be too much to hope for. The more likely scenario was I was getting horny from my ten-star sisters, and they were just being friendly. More likely I was the weird creep and they were normal.

"Let's play some more," I said, and Emily grinned before picking up her instrument.

We played for another half an hour until I had to stop due to cramps. I really wanted to keep playing, but my hands just weren't accustomed to playing for long periods of time anymore. I was glad I'd found something I could do with Emily to help the bond form between us and seeing the look of glee on her face as we played flawlessly together made my heart swell. I just hoped I could find something else to bond over with my other sisters.

"Damn, it feels good to play," I said, rubbing my sore left hand.

"Yeah, I haven't played like that in a long time," Emily replied.

I was about to ask her why she didn't play with anyone, since she was really talented and skilled, but her phone began buzzing. She picked it up and answered it in one smooth motion.

"Hey!" she answered the call with as much enthusiasm as she did anything else.

"I had a better idea," she said into the phone. "How about you guys come over to my place tonight? We're throwing a party to welcome Nick to the house, and I'd love for you guys to meet him."

I stood from the stool I'd been perched on but didn't make a move to leave. I didn't want to take off without saying bye, but I also didn't want to eavesdrop on Emily's conversation. Before I could make a move, she looked my way, then held up a finger to signal 'hang on, I'll be done in a second', so I waited.

"Please don't ask me that," she replied to an unheard question. "Will you stop being a bitch."

Emily's words were completely absent any scorn, and she even laughed when she called her friend a bitch. I guessed it was just friendly banter between friends.

"Eight sounds good, just please behave," Emily ended the call and placed her phone down.

"What was that all about?" I asked curiously.

"Just my friend Jen," Emily replied. "She wanted to know if you were hot."

"Well?" I asked, feeling confident enough to push some boundaries.

"Well what?" she asked, tilting her head to one side as she studied me.

"Am I?" I asked with a smirk.

I thought I saw Emily's cheeks flush, but it could have been my imagination. She smiled and shook her head. "Better not say, don't need you getting a big head now do we bro."

Emily walked over to me and punched me in the shoulder. It was only a playful hit, but I still acted like it hurt and rubbed the spot she'd struck.

"Hey now! No need to get violent," I scolded her playfully.

"Big brother can't take a punch?" Emily teased. "I thought you'd be tougher than that with all those big muscles."

She squeezed my bicep and I instinctively flexed the muscle. Her hand lingered on my arm for a moment and I saw a different look in her eyes. Emily's eyes were usually filled with mirth and laughter, always ready to make others smile, but this time they were filled with what I could only guess was surprise, and lust. But that couldn't be right. The door to the garage opening broke the mood, and her hand shot away from my arm like she'd been burnt.

"Hey, you two sounded great from out here," Amanda poked her head in, smiling.

"Thanks, I hope you don't mind, but I played your guitar," I admitted.

"It's fine, you sounded way better than I ever was," Amanda shrugged.

"She's being modest," Emily laughed. "Amanda is the best guitarist I've ever met."

"Is that so?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"Emily is overexaggerating, I was good, but I don't think I was as good as she seems to remember," Amanda said, blushing a little.

"How about you jump on one and prove me wrong?" Emily said with a challenging grin.

"Maybe some other time," Amanda said. "I'm going out to get some things for the party tonight, do either of you need anything?"

"Nah I'm good, I was gonna go for a drive anyway," Emily replied. "Want to come Nick?"

I looked back and forth between my two sisters for a few seconds. I'd love to spend some more time with Emily, but that touch had meant something to her, and I felt it too. Maybe some distance between us for the rest of the day would be a good thing. If I stuck around the house I could possibly get into some more trouble with Erica, especially if everyone else was out. I hadn't seen Mel all morning, so I guessed she'd gone out before I got up. Erica might not be in the mood for the games she'd been playing, and I didn't want to piss her off. But I could always go for a drive with Amanda, she did a lot around the house and I could make myself useful by carrying heavy shit. Plus, I'd spent a good portion of the morning with Emily and I really did want to hang out with the eldest of my sisters.

"I think I'll go help Amanda, if that's okay?" I asked.

"Sure, I'd love that, just let me get changed," she said, her smile telling me she was happy with my choice.

"All good, I guess I've been hogging you all morning," Emily shrugged, sounding indifferent. But I could pick up her disappointment.

"We can hang out more at the party tonight, and you can introduce me to Jen," I said with a smile.

I expected Emily to be cheery about the prospect of a party, but at mention of her friends name she seemed to almost frown. The first time I'd seen her pretty face in anything but a cheery smile. She brushed her mass of wavy brown hair out of her face and shrugged.

"Sure, I'll see you two later," then she stepped passed Amanda and was gone from view.

"What's up with her?" Amanda asked worriedly.

"I'm not sure, but I think it has something to do with her friend Jen asking about me?" I said.

"Make's sense, Jen is a bit of a slut," Amanda said with a chuckle. "She'll be all over you in no time."

"Are you saying I'm that irresistible?" I smirked.