Horny Little Women Pt2

Matthew Ryder awoke to the smell of pomander, a fragrant reminder of where he was: in his sister Jo’s bed in the house she shared with her mother and three other sisters. A contented smile formed on his handsome features, overjoyed to be back in the bosom of his family. He didn’t have a lot to thank his late father for but, meeting his Hannah March two decades earlier, had been one of the old man’s better decisions.

Climbing from the small bed, it immediately dawned on Matthew that the suit and shirt worn for the previous day’s funeral were all he had, the decision to stay made on the spur of the moment. A visit to the shops was essential and he didn’t reckon on a lack of volunteers among the girls to help test the platinum card’s outrageous credit limit. Whilst his father might have been an ill-tempered and self-absorbed authoritarian, he’d never let Matthew down financially.

The deep sleep necessary to recharge from the previous day meant that mid morning had arrived by the time Matthew was dressed. The house unusually quiet, the youngest, Amy, was at school, the eldest Meg and their mother at work. That left just the two middle sisters for company, sweet coffee-skinned Beth who was on a break from college, and boyish Jo, who was apparently looking for a job though not too hard, it seemed.

Unaccustomed to having a man around the house, neither girl was properly dressed yet, a barefoot Beth in a white t-shirt that barely covered a pair of pink panties, Jo in green pyjamas and huge fluffy slippers. Not that either minded unduly appearing before Matthew in this manner. He was their brother after all, and a very charming and handsome brother at that.

Matthew accepted Beth’s offer of tea and toast, following her through to the kitchen, eyes expanding as the petite sixteen-year old girl of mixed race stretched up into a high cupboard. In doing so, the t-shirt rode up past her hips, revealing the panties nestled in the crack of her arse. No doubt about it, she was as desirable as hell.

Not that the others were without appeal. Meg the eldest was pretty and assured whilst Amy was a blonde little cutie. Of the quartet, only Jo wasn’t to Matthew’s particular tastes, though he wasn’t sure why. Then there was his hot mother, memories of what she’d done to him in the bath leaving Matthew craving more. He hardly knew which way to turn. What a dilemma for a horny young man!

But for now fate had cast its hand and dictated hanging out with Jo and Beth. Having disclosed his shopping plan, favourable responses were received from both girls, only too willing to help their brother spend his inheritance early. Quickly they dashed off to change, Beth emerging in a smooth and silky yellow sundress, Jo in more conservative faded denims and a black vest top.

The nearest town was a good ten miles away, so Jo’s little orange 2CV was invaluable, the trio cramming in cosily. Matthew was ushered into the passenger seat with Beth behind, leaning over to hang on to the back of the seat and her elder brother’s every word. They chatted merrily the whole way, asking Matthew all sorts of questions about his life in Manila. Matthew responded honestly, happy that they seemed to enjoy his company.

After parking up, the two girls planted themselves either side of their newfound brother. Arms linked intimately, they made him feel the proudest man in the world, the envious looks from passers-by inducing a rosy glow of contentment. As they moved from shop to shop, Beth grew more familiar, slipping her tiny brown hand into Matthew’s. He accepted it warmly, administering a squeeze that caused both their hearts to quicken. Jo was less tactile but Matthew couldn’t have everything his own way.

After a long trek around, finally they found a suitable establishment with numerous pairs of designer jeans hanging in the window, colourful shirts and jackets and fashionable shoes littering the display floor. A unisex store, the girls scanned the neighbouring window for items they might wear to Amy’s birthday party – or at least dream about wearing, for the prices were prohibitive.

The trio wandered inside to be met by a curvaceous gothic-looking girl in her mid twenties, ruminating on a slab of gum. Generously pierced and tattooed, she was clad throughout in black to match her raven shoulder-length hair. A clunky cross hung over a generous pair of breasts that seemed intent on bursting through her blouse.

Moving quickly, Matthew availed himself of two pairs of reliable Levis, one black, one blue, a pair of tailored knee-length khaki shorts, a grey hooded sweatshirt emblazoned with a Nike swoosh, a turquoise Yves St Laurent shirt that looked suitable for the party and a white polo shirt. Arms loaded, he headed to the changing room as the two girls glanced over rails of clothes and debated mix-and-match options they couldn’t hope to afford.

Not one to dither, Matthew’s philosophy was: if it looks good and it fits buy it. It had served him well in life so far. Indeed, every item did fit and, supplementing the purchases with a pair of black deck shoes and white trainers, boxer shorts and socks, he had everything required for the next few days. All achieved in under fifteen minutes, he rested the items on the shiny black counter, handing the platinum card to the shopgirl.

“Done already?” enquired Beth, gliding over to his side.

“Why don’t you pick whatever you want Beth honey?” Matthew suggested. “You too, Jo.”

“Matthew, you can’t!” they protested in unison.

The handsome young man issued a smile of assurance. “I can. But quick, before I change my mind.”

Beth undertook a swift circuit of the shop, picking out a few possible combinations to try on, Jo seemingly less easily pleased. The younger girl headed to the changing rooms and back, insisting on catwalking the designs and canvassing the opinion of her siblings. Though she looked utterly beguiling in everything she paraded, Matthew was especially taken by a red hotpants and halter top combination, issuing a satisfied sigh.