Six Of A Kind Pt 02

Author's note

Nothing really detailed to report. A big thanks to everyone who has supported me so far and continues to support me. Your emails and feedback are genuinely the highlight of my days, even if I don't get the chance to reply to you just know I do read all of them.

More to come from Six of a kind. I'll be focussing on this story for the most part, with some tentative ideas for Lust at first sight book 3 swirling around in my depraved mind.

Stay awesome.

Chapter 6

Maya looked at me with a stunned expression that I assumed was mirrored on my own face. There was only one reason Maya would be here, and now that she was standing beside the new girl, Zoe, I immediately understood why I recognized her. It was plain as day the two were sisters.

The two girls were of similar height—Maya being shorter by an inch or two—with eerily similar facial features and the same green eyes.

"You two know each other?" Chloe asked with a hint of intrigue in her voice.

"We met downstairs in the bar," I said, thinking quickly. "Neither of us seemed to fit in so I introduced myself."

"Well, that was lucky," Chloe replied, hinting at the complications a random encounter could hold.

Unfortunately, that encounter had already happened.

"So, you're number five then," Samantha said, addressing Maya.

"Five?" Maya asked, clearly overwhelmed and confused.

"We are all siblings," Chloe said matter-of-factly. "And I'm guessing that we still have one more yet to arrive."

"That's fucking crazy," Zoe shook her head in disbelief. "There has to be some kind of mistake."

"Not a mistake at all," Samantha added. "We five, and our absent sibling, all share the same mother and father."

"Sextuplets," Maya said softly, almost as if speaking to herself.

No one seemed to hear her, but I for one couldn't take my eyes off her. I was so thrilled at the chance to see her again, but in this moment, I was conflicted as to how to feel. There had to be some kind of mistake that she was in the wrong room. But one look at the girls around me told me I was in denial. Maya and Zoe were close enough to be sisters without question, but I could still pick out similarities between the others.

Samantha's nose was an exact copy of both Maya and Zoe, while Maya seemed to share the same elegant jawline as our blonde sister, Chloe.

"I see you all have met."

Hank strode into the room, cutting off any conversation.

"Is this for real?" Maya said, gesturing to the girls and me.

"Very much so," Hank nodded. "More will be explained at the will reading when the final inheritor arrives."

"You mean our final sibling?" Zoe asked with a raised eyebrow. "Another sister or do we get another rude, jackass brother?"

"Hey. Uncalled for," I shot back at Zoe.

"You immediately asked how old I was. Not a great first impression," Zoe turned on me.

"Leave Rick alone," Maya said, coming to my defence.

I was immediately proud of Maya for coming to my defence so quickly, but I noticed Chloe purse her lips in thought as she studied Maya. If the beautiful blonde suspected anything, she kept it to herself.

"It's okay, Maya. I did kind of act like a jerk," I said, shooting Maya a grateful smile before turning back to Zoe. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude."

"Thank you," Zoe nodded. "I get it, this is a weird situation. Let's start over."

"When will this other sibling arrive? Do you know who it is?" Samantha asked, steering the topic back.

"Sometime tonight or tomorrow morning," Hank replied.

"And their name?" Samantha asked, pushing the older man.

"None of my business to disclose at this time," Hank smiled. "You are all free to enjoy the facilities of the hotel but please do not try to leave. You may get to know one another or retreat to your private rooms if you wish. It is up to you. I will notify each of you about the will reading as soon as I know more."

Hank didn't wait for any more questions. He spun on his heel and strode out of the room, putting his phone to his ear to make a call before he was even out of the room.

"I'm gonna go lie down for a bit," Maya said. "This is all a bit too overwhelming."

"Well do come back soon, sister," Chloe smiled. "I would love to get to know you."

With a quick glance at me, Maya turned and headed for the elevator.

"I'm gonna go too," I said. "I need a bit of time to process this."

"Very well, don't be a stranger, Richard," Chloe said.

Zoe and Samantha, both gave me half-hearted farewells, but I was already striding to the lifts as fast as I could without sprinting. Maya was already gone when I arrived, but there were two more sets of guards in identical suits that I suspected were for Samantha and Zoe. Mike leaned against the wall with a glass of whiskey in one hand and his cigar in the other.

"You right, lad?" Mike asked. "You look about as pale as that lass that just came past."

"Yeah, I'm good," I lied. I felt like I was going to be sick. "Let's head back to my room."

Mike, the two guards and I piled into the lift and headed down to my floor. I looked both ways to see if I could see Maya, but neither her nor her bodyguards were in sight. Mike must have known something was up, because he didn't crack a single joke or curse once on the walk back to my room. His restraint finally caved in once the doors were closed with my bodyguards on the opposite side.

"Okay, mate. Tell me what happened?" Mike asked, a look of concern on his rough face.

I contemplated lying to the man, since the truth was almost too unbelievable to believe myself. What were the chances that the girl I met on my birthday was a long-lost sister. The chances of having five siblings were low enough, and I had to be the unlucky mother fucker that fucked one of them a day earlier.

"Remember that girl I talked about," I sighed heavily and turned to Mike.

"Yeah. The lass you invited over for a booty call?" Mike nodded.

"Well...that girl who left before me...that was her," I explained. "And I'm assuming you already know that all those girls are my sisters."

"I do," Mike nodded. "Fucking hell, lad. Good thing you didn't get that booty call. How do you even know her?"

"We met two days ago...we kinda already did sleep together. More than once," I explained.

I couldn't believe I was being so open with Mike, but I felt like I could trust him. He made me feel like I had someone in my corner.

"Well fuck me gently," Mike sighed. "That explains why she ran out of there faster than a boy in a church after Sunday school."

"Gross," I frowned.

"Hey, you're the one who fucked his own sister," Mike shot back.

"I didn't even know!" I exclaimed. "Also, too soon man."

"Didn't you have some sort of twin sense or some shit?" Mike asked with a wave of his hand.

"We are siblings, not fucking Spiderman," I replied.

"Well...fuck, don't ask me," Mike said.

I stared at the older man for a moment, then we both burst out laughing. I didn't exactly know why I was laughing, but it felt good. I was going to have to talk to Maya and that frightened the shit out of me, but I was at least glad I had Mike around to keep me company and make me laugh.

"Thanks, Mike," I said after we stopped laughing.

"No problem, Lad. I got your back," Mike nodded. "How about we get sauced and forget our problems?"

"That sounds like a pretty good idea," I nodded. "But I should probably go speak with Maya. She's probably feeling pretty messed up right about now, and she doesn't have an angry Englishmen to keep her company."

"She's probably better off," Mike chuckled. "But go on, Romeo. Just make sure you think with your head and not your cock."

"No wiser words have ever been spoken."

The guards by my door followed me as soon as I left the suite. I tried to tell them I wasn't going far, and they could stay there, but they just gave me a blank stare without moving. I decided to just ignore them and search for Maya. I didn't know which room Maya was in, but the twin guards stationed at the door was a pretty good indicator that one of my newly acquired siblings was inside.

"Can I go in?" I asked one of the men at the door.

The man was tall, and broad across the chest with a crew cut and black suit that matched every other muscled goon I had seen. The man knocked on the door to the suite, then stepped inside for a moment before opening the door for me.

"After you, Mr. Lindholm," the guard said.

I was half expecting my twin shadows to follow me into the room. But Maya's guard closed the door behind me as my own guards took up positions outside. Maya sat cross-legged on a couch that matched the one in my room. Our rooms were identical in every way, only a mirror image of each other.

"Hey," I said, stopping a few metres away from the couch.

"Hey," Maya smiled sadly at me.

"So, this is weird," I ran my fingers through my hair.

"You fucking think?" Maya scoffed and shook her head. "What are the fucking chances of this happening."

"I've been trying to figure that out myself," I shrugged. "But I'm not very good at math."

"When did you find out?" Maya asked.

"About the inheritance?" I asked.

Maya nodded.

I explained the events that led up to this moment. "I was actually supposed to get my letter the day I met you, but I ducked out on the lawyer that tracked me down."

"That sounds like something you'd do," Maya smiled.

"Are we good?" I asked, a little worried she might be mad at me.

"I don't know," Maya sighed. "Good would be going back a couple of hours. I was so excited to see you again, and I'm still excited to see you right now in-front of me. But I shouldn't be. But then again, nothing has changed. I get it that it has, but in here," Maya tapped her heart. "Nothing has really changed, and I feel so fucked up for it."

"I know. I feel the same," I nodded. "I keep thinking that if Mike hadn't found me, then we wouldn't know, and it could be different. But if he hadn't found me, I wouldn't have gotten to see you so soon, maybe not ever again."

"I would have come back for you," Maya said softly.

"For a petty thief with no prospects?" I asked. "If I'm understanding the situation correctly, we could walk away from this with millions."

"And you think that's going to change me?" Maya jumped to her feet angrily. "Do you really think that little of me?"

"No, I didn't mean that," I sighed heavily. "It's just, money changes people. Why would you want to hang out with a dirt-poor bum like me in his shitty apartment."

"Because that dirt-poor bum made me laugh and smile. He made me feel important and not just an easy piece of ass for the night like most guys," Maya explained with a look close to tears.

I crossed the distance between us quickly and wrapped my arms around Maya. I hugged her to my body, and her arms encircled my waist as she hugged me back. We stood in silence for a few minutes, and for that time I was able to forget everything that had happened in the last hour.

"We can't do this anymore," Maya said softly.

"No one has to know," I said.

"We'll both know, and it's just wrong," Maya said, pulling away.

"It wasn't wrong before," I argued.

"That's because we didn't know. This is so fucking wrong, and we can't even hint at anything, not now," Maya shook her head. "We're going to have a lot of eyes on us. We have to be just brother and sister from now on."

"I don't want to let you go," I said, breathing deeply to commit her scent to memory.

Maya held me for a few minutes, then she pulled away. I didn't want to let her go, but I knew I had to.

"I don't want to either, but we have to," Maya said. "From now on, we are brother and sister, nothing more."

And that was it. I let Maya's room without another word, a sombre mood settling over me as I walked the halls with my escort in tow. They said nothing to me, neither did Maya's guards. The suited assholes just followed along, doing their duty, like a couple of bad smells and I was the shit pile.

Before I realised it, I was heading down in the elevator instead of back to my room. The doors slid open once I reached the ground floor, and I stepped out with my monkey's tailing me. I glanced around the foyer of the hotel until I saw what I needed. The bar was fancy, with a long hardwood bar-top that housed an assortment of tap beers, and shelves lined with wines, whiskeys, rum, scotch and a multitude of drinks I had never seen before. The cheapest bottle probably cost about as much as a month's rent back home.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asked. He was young, maybe a few youngers older than me with dark hair and one of those fake smiles.

"What's your most expensive bottle?" I grinned, gesturing to the racks.

"That would be a thirty-year-old Macallan, sir. Six hundred," the bartender replied.

"Six hundred a bottle isn't that bad," I said.

"A shot," the bartender corrected me.

"Six hundred a shot!?" I exclaimed.

While the cost was indeed shocking, the shit eating fake as fuck grin the bartender gave me helped me recover quickly. This fuckface thought I was some bum in here on a free ride. He mustn't have noticed Hewy and Dewy standing by the entrance to the bar, or if he did, must have assumed they were for one of the old rich dudes currently sipping their six-hundred-dollar whiskey's and talking about stocks and trade shares or whatever the fuck rich people talked about.

"I'll take two," I grinned, slapping the shiny new credit card on the bar top. "And you can set up an account for me. I'll be here all fucking night."

While the bartender poured my shots, I turned to one of my guards and gestured for him to come over. "Can you get Mike's hobo-looking ass down here for me."

The man nodded, then pulled out his phone to make a call, but my eyes were already locked on the only interesting person in the entire room. A young woman of Asian ethnicity sat alone sipping a fancy looking cocktail. She had shoulder length black hair, with fair skin that looked too perfect to be real. Her dark blue crop-top barely covered her small, pert breasts, and the hard nipples pressing against the fabric told me she wasn't wearing a bra. Large, black sunglasses sat on her nose, but I could tell she was staring right at me.

"And another of whatever she is having for her," I turned to the bartender. "My treat."

The bartender nodded; his shit-eating-grin vanished as he slid the shots of whiskey across the table. I picked one up in each hand and headed straight for the young woman's table.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked, shooting her my best smile.

"Depends, is one of those for me?" the woman asked, gesturing to the shot glasses.

"Sure, why not," I shrugged, then looked over my shoulder at the bartender. "And another couple shots of this...actually, just bring the bottle."

If they were going to keep me cooped up in this hotel I may as well enjoy myself. It wasn't every day that someone handed you a credit card with no limit and I didn't know what was going to happen after all this wrapped up. I could leave with a stack of money or nothing. This might be my only chance to live like a rich asshole.

"You don't look like you fit in here," the girl said once we'd taken our shots.

The liquid burned on its way down, but it wasn't unpleasant like the cheap shit I drank back home. Still, I wouldn't make it a habit of drinking expensive alcohol no matter how much money I had. It all ended up in the same place at the end of the night.

"Neither do you," I said. "I'm Rick."

"Sophie," she smiled. "I guess that means we should be friends."

As far as I knew there wasn't any Asian ancestry in my blood, so the chances that this girl was my fifth and final sister was pretty low. Knowing my luck, I'd end up in bed with another of my sisters, unknowingly. I usually went for thicker girls, with more chest and hips, but Sophie had a similar build to Maya, and that's the flavour I wanted at this moment.

"I think that would be fun," I grinned.

Sophie shot me a smile that told me exactly what she was thinking. But there was no point rushing anything. Just then I saw Mike stroll into the bar, and I had already forgotten that I'd asked one of the two stooges to call him down. Mike spotted me, then glanced to Sophie and back to me with knowing smile. The bartender arrived then with the fresh cocktail and the bottle of Macallan.

"Well...fuck me sideways, don't mind if I do," Mike said, grabbing the bottle to pour himself a glass. "Thanks Richy."

"Don't call me that," I said.

"Is this your dad?" Sophie asked with an intrigued look.

"He wishes," Mike said before I could answer. "The names Mike. Richy and I are just mates out enjoying a good drink."

"Sophie," Sophie replied. "Nice to meet you, Mike. I'm glad I ran into you two. This place is a bit..."

"Uptight?" I finished for her.

"I was gonna say full of cunts," Mike mumbled.

"Yeah, full of cunts," Sophie laughed.

"To the cunts," I said, holding up a fresh glass of whiskey.

We cheered one another, and I noticed a few of the other patrons begin to leave, giving us sidelong glances as they filtered out. One man—a gentlemen in his later fifties—stopped by the bar to speak with the bartender, but he simply shook his head and gestured to my guards by the door. He obviously knew some VIPs were staying in the hotel and had put two-and-two together.

Mike, Sophie and I continued to drink, and things got a bit rowdy after the second hour. We had finished the bottle of Macallan off and were now drinking a pleasant rum that Mike had picked out. I let Mike have whatever he wanted and put it on my card. I genuinely liked the guy and wanted to share what I had, even if it wasn't going to be mine for much longer. I also made sure Sophie knew that she didn't have to pay for a single drink of her own. I hadn't wanted to come across as a douchebag for offering, or to insinuate that I expected anything from her in return.

"You know I'd be as into you if we were eating two-dollar cheeseburgers at McDonald," Sophie whispered into my ear.

We were seated in one of the corner booths, nursing our drinks. Sophie had her legs draped over me, and she leaned in close to speak into my ear. Her warm breathe sent shivers through my body.

"Cheeseburgers do sound pretty good," I grinned. "Want to go get some?"

"I am pretty hungry," Sophie bit her bottom lip. "But I want something else."

Sophie leaned in, then I leaned in. Our lips met and we kissed passionately and unabashedly. Her mouth tasted like whiskey and wine, and I found myself leaning in to get more of her.

"Your place or mine?" I asked.

"Yours," Sophie said. "I'm sharing with my sister, and she can be a bitch if we wake her up."

Thoughts of Maya popped into my head and the infinitesimal odds that we met the way we did and hooked up. I was pretty sure Sophie wasn't this secret sister of mine that hadn't arrived, but I just had to be sure.

"Not to be rude, but how old are you?" I asked, hoping I didn't just shoot myself in the foot.

"You ask me that after buying me drinks all night?" Sophie giggled. "Don't worry. I'm nineteen. Well and truly legal."

I hadn't even thought of her as being underage, I merely wanted to see if we were the same age as that would be a bit of an alarm bell. But the fact that she was a year younger than me—or at the very least we shared a different birthday—meant there was no possible way she was my final secret sister.

"Well, let's head to my room," I smiled and kissed Sophie.

Sophie and I left without saying goodbye to Mike since we had other things on our mind, and he was doing quite well for himself as he chatted to two attractive middle-aged women. The women both seemed to be interested in Mike as they laughed at all his jokes and affectionately touched his arm. I figured he was in for a good night, so I made sure my account was sorted at the bar, but left it open for Mike to use. The bartender—a pretty blonde girl who had replaced the last one—ensured me that it would all be covered and bid me a good evening. She was far more professional than the first jerk-off, and I made a mental note to get her a tip somehow once I had sobered up.