Not Just Her

Chapter 3

A/N Miles above

Miles's P.O.V.
I had been on a camping trip with a few of my friends for a week now. We weren't supposed to be back for another day and a half, but one of the guys got sick so we had to come back early.
I grabbed my bag out of the back of the truck and hit the tailgate of the truck slightly, letting them know I was done. They hollered a quick bye before speeding off. I walked into the house and dropped my bags on the couch, then felt something was off. I heard the quiet clatter of plates, a murmur of someone softly talking, and soft giggling of a child.
I walked into the kitchen and stopped quickly, that was not my sister. Sitting there was a beautiful girl about my age, she had soft looking blind hair, that although was messy looked extremely sexy. She had ice blue eyes that were absolutely gorgeous and looked as though they were looking through to my soul.
Her soft looking, pinkish lips were slightly parted in wonder, she wore a long man's shirt that went about mid thigh and it didn't look like she was wearing anything under it. She had long legs that stretched on and cute little toes painted a baby blue color. She also didn't have a ring on her left hand, score.
Then I noticed the two toddlers in front of her, two girls. They looked almost exactly alike, the one sitting on the right had curly, untameable looking blond hair, with a gray-blue looking color, and she wore a pink shirt that had princess written on it, also she had a diaper on, telling me she wasn't quite out of her potty training years. The one on the left had soft flowy blond hair and soft blue eyes that looked like a melted baby blue crayon, they even had the swirling effect, she wore a purple shirt that had a price of bacon holding an egg close.
"Meg! Who's the dude that just walked into you're house?" Her voice was slightly raspy, telling me she just woke up not that long ago, it wasn't squeaky, it wasn't annoying actually I could listen to it all day. Man, I sound like a girl.
"I'm Megan's brother, Miles. And you are?" She gave me a wary look, "I'm Annalisa." I could get used to seeing this everyday.