First glimpses of my new life

That was two hours ago. What awaited me behind the door were two very nice people. Kate and Christopher Sanders. With their unnatural smiles they looked like they just jumped out off a commercial But I could tell, they're nice people. I just hope they'll get more comfortable around me, because I hate when people pretend. After a awkward hug from Kate and a handshake from Christopher, they showed me around. Compared to our apartment or the home, this was pure luxury. The kitchen alone was bigger than our old place.

Now I am lying on a bed. This is their son Michael's old room. Nothing spectacular, a bed, a desk, a couch and some cupboards. More than enough.

“We put Michael's old things in storage, so you can decorate the room any way you want.” Kate had told me with a wide grin.

Everything is overwhelming and after I finish unpacking, which takes me about five minutes, I lie down for a bit. The smell of fresh cooked dinner tears me out of my daydreams. Downstairs I find Kate in the kitchen, preparing lunch. Quietly I watch her work. She moves with elegance and precision. In her day she must have been a total knockout and still has a incredible body. As I catch myself looking at her firm ass, I try to focus my thoughts on something else. She catches my movement in the corner of her eye and turns around.

“John, you must be hungry.” she says to me while she is getting plates out of the cupboard.

“Yes..........Mrs Sanders.” I reply awkward what makes her laugh.

“Please call me Kate.” she tries to assure me a little. “Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Then you can meet the girls.”

With the word “girls” some sexy images immediately pop into my mind. With a mother like that I can't wait to see the daughters.

“I think I'll grab a quick shower.” I say and turn around.

“Let me know if you need anything.” Kate shouts after me, as I climb the stairs.

The bathroom is huge. Two sinks, a shower which fits at least four people and an extra bathtub. And this was only the one I had to share with Cassie and Beth, the parents had another one downstairs. My towels lands on the floor and in no time I stand under a hot stream of water. My whole life, I could relax in the shower. Letting the water run over my body, closing my eyes, I can forget everything around me. Today isn't different. The tension and anticipation is washed away and five minutes later I step out of the shower with new energy. After I am dried off, I wrap the towel around my waist and walk towards the door.

Just as I grab the handle somebody opens the door. My eyes almost jump out of their sockets as a realize what just happened. In front of me stands a beautiful girl, evidently one of the daughters. Clearly shocked she takes a step back and I can admire her whole body. She is about 5' 8” and has a slender figure. Her formfitting top hugs her magnificent cleavage tightly and her beautiful smile mesmerizes me. In my daze I almost don't realize my towel is slipping. Just before my “sister” sees to much of me, I manage to grab it and pull it back up. Now it is her turn to look me over and to my surprise I see her biting her lower lip. After a moment of silence both of us laugh. This is my rescue, because it lightens the mood a little.

“Hi, I'm Cassie. You must be John.” she says, still giggling, and holds out her hand. For a moment I stand there like a chump, still not reacting. With immense willpower I manage to snap out of it.

“Yeah, I am. Nice to meet you.” I reply and shake her hand. “I'm sorry about.........” I add and look down and point at the towel.

“Don't worry, nothing I haven't seen before.” she shrugs and rewards me with another gorgeous smile. “Mom told me to get you for dinner.”

After we look each other over for another moment she turns around and walks towards the stairs.

“I'll tell her you'll be right down.” she says and is gone. This was a very pleasant first meeting. Maybe this will work out after all.

In a hurry I put on some nice clothes, the first impression is important, and go downstairs. As I stand I hear someone talking in the kitchen.

“..... I tell you our new brother is tasty.” I hear Cassie saying to someone.

“Eeew. Isn't it enough mom and dad **** us to live with some stranger? Now my little sister has the hots for him.” another voice replies. That must be the other daughter and it doesn't sound like I can expect a warm welcome from her.

“I don't have the hots for him!” Cassie replied outraged and hurt. “I'm just saying I don't mind having someone like him around.”

“Someone like him?” her sister asked with a derogatory tone of voice. “After what mom and dad told us about his past?”

Silence followed and the argument seems to be over. The hope I had, that this could be a new start, vanished. But I had to make the best of it. If some stranger would come in my life I would probably be the last person to welcome him. With a smile I step into the kitchen.

The girl next to Cassie is dressed in a blue-white tracksuit, which emphasizes her incredible long legs. Her blond hair is pulled into a ponytail and ends at the lower edge of her shoulder blades. Although the sisters seem totally different, they're both drop-dead gorgeous.

It takes them a moment to realize I stand in the doorway.

“Hi, I'm John. Nice to meet you.” I say as I walk towards her. I reach out my hand and put on my nicest smile. She looks at me and shakes my hand, accompanied by a half-hearted smile.

“Hi, I'm Beth.” she replies shortly.

“Kids, dinner is ready.” Christopher shouts from the dining room and tears us out of the awkward silence. To my surprise Cassie smiles at me, takes me by the hand and pulls me after her. A minute later the five of us sit at the table with an incredible meal.

What happens the next few minutes is absolutely fascinating to me. The conversations and laughter at the table is something I haven't experienced since I wasn't older than four or five. This is what it's like to be a family. Of course everybody wants to know as much as possible about me, so the questions just keep coming. After half an hour everybody sits with their empty plates in front of them and talks.

A warm feeling on my arm makes me turn my head. Cassie has grabbed my arm and is smiling at me. “So..... any girlfriends you left behind?” she asks, unable to hide her curiosity. The others glare at her.

“That's a little personal Cassie.” her mother tells her.

“No that's okay.” I reply and think about what to tell them. The relationships in my family have never given me any confidence, so I never really had a girlfriend before. There had been a few girls, but there has never been someone I would call a “girlfriend”.

An image of Mia smiling at me flashes in my mind. She is the only one who could make me feel better, when my mother was once again passed out on the couch for hours. The last few months have been hard, especially because I would have never imagined how much I'd miss her. The sight of her walking towards me with a smile on her sensual lips and a spark in her eyes. It takes me a moment before I catch myself starting to wonder if she feels the same way and snap out of it.

“No. No girlfriends.” I reply after quite some time, but that answer doesn't seem to satisfy Cassie.

“But there is a girl.” she keeps pushing. Of course there is a girl. Mia was by my side my whole life.

“Yes, her name is Mia, but it's not like you think. We've been best friends since elementary school.” I finally admit after a moment.

“I can't wait to meet her.” Cassie says and smiles. For a girl I met an hour ago, she can read me pretty good.

“Meet her?” I ask confused.

“Of course John. Your friends are more than welcome to visit. From today on, this is your home as well.” Kate jumps in. Perplexed I sit there and don't know how to answer. In the corner of my eye I see Beth roll her eyes. I bet she is imagining the bad influences I will bring to their home. Winning her over won't be easy.

After that the conversation dies down a little and when Cassie starts to take the dirty dishes into the kitchen, I offer to help. I want to make an effort to make this work, because I genuinely feel that I could feel at home here.