Author's note.
I take my time, but here I am.
This submission wraps up the story of Nick and his sisters
for the time being.
This is not an end to their story as I have plenty of adventures and sexcapades for the debaucherous family planned, including a brand-new antagonist and drama for the sexy family. But this is an ending, and one I am quite proud of.
I will be focussing on the edits for Beyond Sol book 1 to complete the story on Literotica, and the next submission into Sic of a kind.
I also have dozens of new ideas that I am working on and hope to get out to you all in due time. Thank you for all your support. It all helps me reach my dream of writing fulltime for you all.
Peace out. Stay awesome.
D.A
Chapter 16
"What's up?"
I glanced up from my phone to see Emily's beautiful smile. Her eyes twinkled with an eternal, un-ending excitement that I'd come to associate with my brunette sister. No matter who was around, or what was going on, Emily could make the room smile.
"Just Craig checking to make sure I'm making band practice," I said, feeling uneasy about the lie.
"I wish I could come watch too," Emily smiled, laying her head on my shoulder. "But it'll be worth the wait."
I had made the split decision to not tell Emily about Craig's message as to not cause panic or upset her. I didn't feel good about it one bit.
Just then, the front door opened, and Amanda stepped through. She was wearing a white button-up blouse with just enough buttons un-done to display a hint of cleavage, and black, high-waisted slacks that hugged her flawless ass perfectly. Modest black heels were strapped over her bare feet, giving her already spectacular ass an amazing lift. Her long, thick hair was tied back into a neat ponytail, completing her professional attire.
"Hey, Manda," Emily grinned. "You look amazing. How did it go today?"
"Hey, Em. Thanks," Amanda smiled at Emily, then proceeded to all-but eye fuck me when her blue orbs landed on my bare chest. "Today has been pretty great."
Emily gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, then bounded to her feet before giving Amanda a hug. "I better let you get Nick to band practice. Can you tell me how your day went later?"
"Sure thing," Amanda said, pulling her younger sister into a hug.
"Hey, Manda?" Emily asked as they parted.
"Yes?" Amanda answered.
"Can we hang out some time," Emily asked. "It's been a while."
"Of course, we can," Amanda smiled. "Let's set something up when I get home."
"Awesome," Emily grinned, and to my surprise—and Amanda's—kissed her eldest sister on the cheek. "Love you both."
"She never fails at being adorable," I chuckled as I stood and crossed the room.
"She's special," Amanda smiled.
Amanda stepped into my open arms, wrapping her own around my neck before our lips met. I felt her tongue push into my mouth, and I met hers with my own as we kissed passionately in the living room.
"As much as I'd rather you keep your shirt off, you had better go get dressed," Amanda grinned, running a finger down my chest and abs to tug at the waistband of my shorts.
"Probably for the best if I do," I grinned. "I don't want to be late."
Even though I'd just dumped a metric boatload of cum into Erica, I was still rock hard. Making out with Emily on the couch and being so close to Amanda right now had my blood pumping and my heart racing for more. But I needed to control myself, I couldn't spend all day every day making love to my girls.
"Go on then. Before I change my mind," Amanda smiled and slapped me on the ass.
I contemplated telling Amanda about the text from Craig, but only for a moment. I didn't want to stress her out before knowing more, and I needed her to act as natural as possible at band practice. If I told her what Craig had said, she might give something away and make it worse.
If things could get any worse.
Thirty minutes later we were pulling into a parking lot in a deserted part of town. It looked like an industrial sector, with carpet factories, steel works and various other industry type businesses laid out on large plots of land. The property we arrived at was a carpentry warehouse that doubled as a rehearsal space for bands. After the shitshow at Craig's uncles place, we'd all decided to look for somewhere better to practice.
Well, Daniel and I decided it best and Craig reluctantly agreed.
"Hey guys," Daniel greeted Amanda and I when we exited the car.
"Hey, Dan," I replied.
Craig came out of the building a second later, and Amanda gave me an awkward smile before greeting her boyfriend with a hug and kiss. Seeing Craig touch her like that made me skin crawl. I wanted him as far away from her as possible, but I couldn't do anything without drawing more suspicion.
"Just want you to know," Daniel said, drawing my focus away from Amanda. "I won't say anything."
"Thanks," I nodded.
"I can't pretend to accept what you're doing, but I can understand how it could come to happen. You don't have history with them, so I get it," Daniel said sincerely. "And trust me, she's better off with you, regardless of your...situation."
"I know it's a lot to take in, it still is for me sometimes," I said. "But seriously, thanks. I really appreciate it."
"No worries, man," Dan grin and lightly punched my arm. "I got your back."
Dan's willingness to look past the relation between the girls and I was a huge weight off my shoulders. I'd like him since the first day we'd hung out. The wave of relief that washed through my body was short-lived as I thought about the message I had received from Craig.
"I think he may know," I said quietly.
"Craig?" Dan frowned. "He isn't very sharp, so it would be surprising. But then again, Amanda has been acting different lately."
"Different how?" I asked.
"Well. The first week after you arrived, she was in a grouchy mood, especially around Craig. As I said, he isn't the sharpest pot in the box, but even he noticed it. But more recently she has been happier, ever since she has been coming to band practice with you," Dan explained. "So, he may have figured something out. What has he said to you?"
I pulled my phone out and opened the message thread from Craig, showing the screen to Dan. He glanced over it for a second while running a hand over his long thick beard.
"Yeah, that doesn't look good," Dan sighed. "Let me see if I can get something out of him. We've known each other for a while now, and even if we don't always get along, we're still friends to some degree."
I nodded, then sighed heavily as I prepared for what I was about to say. "About Jen."
"We didn't know each other at the time, and you'd arrived in the country," Dan cut me off quickly, as if he'd been expecting this conversation. "I don't blame you. I would have done the same thing in your situation."
"It's not just about that," I said. "Craig is under the impression Jen and I are still sleeping together."
"How'd he come to that conclusion?" Dan frowned.
I explained the meeting with Jen at the house, the conversation—leaving out the light flirting—and how Craig arrived and jumped to the conclusion that Jen and I were still sleeping together, and how he wouldn't say anything. Dan listened quietly, nodding as I wrapped the story up.
"So, you didn't correct him?" Dan asked once I finished my short tale.
"No," I shook my head. "Sorry...I know I probably should have."
"It's alright," Dan sighed. "I believe you, and I trust Jen. I couldn't give two shits what Craig thinks. The fact he is willing to keep quiet about something like this just shows me exactly what kind of an asshole he is."
Craig came within earshot a few seconds later, so I switched the topic to the set-list for our show coming up. It had been clear Dan and I had been in a far more serious discussion, but I thought we covered it well enough.
"Ready to get into?" Craig grinned at me, clapping me on the shoulder.
"Let's do it," I nodded.
Before long we were all set up in the practice room, and the sound of individual instruments going through set-up phases and sound checks filled the cramped space. Paul was positioned towards the back of the room, next to the AC unit, while Craig set-up directly in-front of his brother, with Dan on one side and me on the other. Amanda sat on a stool by the front door, which was conveniently positioned my direction, with Craig's back to her.
Typically, we would have been facing away from the drummer, but in this small room we positioned our amps facing Paul, and we all stood in a kind of circle—facing inwards—so we could hear each other better. This wouldn't be an issue on stage as we'd all have our own monitors that the sound guy would mix through. Although I'd heard from plenty of friends in bands that it was a coin flip whether your sound guy was professional, or just someone's mate that ends up downing one too many free beers by the time he starts work.
Once we were happy with our sound levels, and everyone was in tune, we ran through our set from start to finish without break. This was an idea Dan had brought to the table last time we rehearsed. The idea of no breaks was supposed to condition each of us to not fuck about on the night and fix things on the fly.
I had a suspicion that their last show wasn't so smooth, although no one said anything specific.
Once we were done, we ran the set another two times before powering our amps down for a short break. The room was uncomfortably warm with so many people packed in, and the exertion from playing for over an hour straight had me sweating like I'd just spent a session at the gym.
I glanced around at each of my band mates to see each of them were sweating as badly, with our drummer in a worse state. Even with the AC unit blasting his way, Paul had gone shirtless after the first set.
