Horny Little Women Pt7

The thirty-minute stroll from Rosie’s house back to the March residence allowed Matthew Ryder enough time to contemplate all that had happened to him in the short space of time he’d been back in England and to look ahead, planning his future. In around ten hours time the flight would take him back to Manila and the life he’d known before – minus his father. Frankly, he had no idea whether that was a good or a bad thing, not that he had any great choice in the matter. Turning eighteen in three months time, his adulthood had been fast-tracked and in reaching that milestone came important decisions and life choices.

In an ideal world, he would remain in England with his new family and live happily thereafter. But things were never that simple. His father had been a wealthy man, one of the wealthiest in Manila, with a bulging portfolio of business interests. Matthew needed to be there to ensure he gained his rightful inheritance and the money wasn’t salted away by corrupt lawyers and bankers. A heartbreaking wrench to leave England so quickly, sadly it was something that had to be done.

The pleasant walk home was rendered slightly uncomfortable by the raging hard-on in his trousers and a pair of full-to-bursting bollocks that felt the size of tennis balls. Denied an orgasm so far that evening, short term gratification reigned supreme. By the time he arrived back, midnight was approaching and numbers had reduced noticeably at the party. Amy’s drunken teenaged pals and most of the older relatives had disappeared, leaving just a smattering of guests. His arrival did not go unnoticed. “Matthew!” cried tipsy sounding mixed race beauty Beth, running up and throwing her arms around her older brother’s neck. “I’m so pleased to see you.”

And he was pleased to see her too, the monster in his trousers nudging her hip. Uncoordinated and giggly, she flirted outrageously, vying for his attention. Equally drunk was her little friend Alice, the yummy sixteen-year old redhead who seemed to shadow Beth everywhere like a lost puppy. As Matthew took a seat in the lounge, each girl moved to perch on a knee, pressing their backs into his accommodating chest and resting their heads on his shoulders. He breathed a huge satisfied sigh.

Across the room, Jo and the shopgirl Caz acknowledged his arrival with a smile before returning to their deep conversation. Outside, under the gazebo, eldest sister Meg and mother Hannah were chatting to Marco. Matthew would like to have eavesdropped the conversation but, monopolised by the two beauties in his lap, it was impossible to concentrate upon anything else. Shortly after, Jo and Caz excused themselves, heading away, doubtless to embark upon some fun for their eyes only, which was a shame, though Matthew could hardly complain. Amy was nowhere to be seen.

Lavishing his full attention on the girls close by, he stroked a set of fingers through his younger sister’s colourful braiding, looking over her shoulder and down the front of a wonderfully proportioned body. She looked absolutely divine in the skimpy red halter top and matching hotpants, coffee-coloured belly as flat as a pancake, legs long and angular to put many a supermodel to shame.

On the other side, Alice was pale and wan in comparison, skin like alabaster. But there was no doubting she was a playful little thing, grinding her bum into Matthew’s knee as a stray hand accidentally-on-purpose brushed over his crotch, met with a giggle. Once more, Matthew was in heaven.

At that moment, breaking the silence, birthday girl Amy flounced in, also clearly the worse for drink. At just fourteen her tolerance was low and it showed. “Look what daddy bought me for my birthday, Matthew,” she gushed, brandishing a tiny silver camcorder. “Come quick,” she added, a tiny spare hand touching Matthew’s chest. “I’ve something to show you.”

But Matthew was anchored by the two other lovelies who were clearly unamused by Amy’s antics. “And where might you be planning on taking my brother?” enquired Beth, enjoying Matthew’s close attentions and with no intent on losing him that easily.

“He’s my brother too,” retorted Amy. “And it’s my birthday,” she added, stomping a foot.

“It was your birthday,” corrected Beth, indicating to the clock, its minute hand on five past twelve. “Now go away and annoy someone else, baby”

Amy pouted. “I am not a baby! Am I Matthew?” she appealed.

“Are so,” Beth countered before he could answer.

“Am not.”

He imagined this was commonplace among four sibling rivals to counter the unconditional love they obviously felt for one another and it was left to Matthew to diffuse the situation with a compromise. “Look, you can share me,” he offered.

Amy contemplated the bargain, pouting childishly.

“Can I share you too?” asked Alice, her green eyes sparkling.

Rotating, the brazen yet infinitely cute little redhead planted her lips on Matthew’s. Takenaback he hesitated before kissing back, both mouths opening, tongues grazing. Immediately her friend eased back, Beth insisted on the same, their mouths fusing, tongues exploring wickedly.

“I’ve something you must see,” Amy reiterated. “You won’t regret it, I promise,” she pledged, an impish expression on her otherwise sugar sweet face. “I’ve been doing some secret filming.”

Their voyeuristic interested piqued, the three elder teens chorused approval, rising from the armchair to follow the youngster.