Emma Interlude: A Normal Girlfriend?

Interlude warning: since this is from Emma's perspective, it might give some hints about what is to come later on in the main Isaac branch.

I blinked open my eyes. It felt like no time at all had passed since my head hit the pillow, but I had never felt so well-rested in my life. It was like my body had shut down overnight, but my mind had just kept on buzzing, thinking of one thing.

I had a boyfriend.

Pulling my sheets over myself, I grinned. I still had no idea how it had even happened, especially when I went through exactly how it had happened in my head. Who the fuck asks someone to be their girlfriend right after they've just taken his best friend's virginity? Who the fuck does that? I laughed to myself. Maybe I was actually the normal one in this relationship.

I grabbed my phone off the bedside table and read through a barrage of messages from Sarah. Mostly, they were along the lines of "Oh my God" or "I'm so happy for you", but the last one made me laugh into my pillow.

>You didn't get kidnapped on your way home did you? That would really suck

>Sorry fell asleep

>Too much excitement

I clicked it off and grinned again. I almost hated how much I was smiling.

"You're being weird," Emily said.

"You're always weird," I shot back, putting my phone back on the table and taking another bite of toast.

"What happened to making them stew between texts?"

"Who says I'm texting the same guy?"

Emily rolled her eyes. "Dude, I can hear it buzz. And you jump like you've been fucking tasered every time."

On cue, my phone buzzed, and I willed myself to stay perfectly still. Damn it, Isaac, why couldn't you wait for two goddamn seconds? "Do I?" I glared coolly at her.

Emily held my gaze. Suddenly, she snatched my phone off the table before I could stop her, leaping to her feet and darting around the table.

I nearly knocked my chair over in my haste to stand up. "Give it back!"

Cackling, she kept the table between us as I circled it. "Or what?" she grinned. Keeping one eye on me, she took a peek at the message. "Ooh, it's from the simp."

"Give it back." I was quivering with anger now. My sister was determined to wind me up, and she had years of experience in it, but I was more pissed off with her now than I think I had ever been. I made a lunge around the table, but she darted away.

"Aw, he's just sent a winky face. That's sweet. You guys are so cute together. Let's see, where's the eggplant emoji ..."

"Emily, I swear --"

"Raindrops, peach, watermelon ..." She looked at my chest and shook her head. "No, definitely an apple."

I snapped. Lunging across the table, I tackled her to the ground, tugging the tablecloth with me and sending the plates to the floor with soft clunks. Emily's eyes widened as she fell, but then she was wriggling out of my grip, still clutching my phone, and dashing out of the kitchen with a cackle.

I scrambled to my feet and took off after her. Just as she opened the door to her room, I tackled her again, this time pinning her to the floor by straddling her waist. Grabbing for the phone, I hissed with anger as she held it just out of reach.

"Can't an old man have a lie-in on a Sunday?"

We froze in the fight for the phone. Slowly, I looked over my shoulder. In the doorway of his bedroom, wearing only a dressing gown and with half his hair sticking up like a mad scientist, was Papa Bear.

"Hey, Dad," Emily said.

He looked between us slowly, a wrinkle at the corners of his eyes. "Give your sister her phone back, Emily."

I smirked smugly and held my hand out and, pouting, Emily placed my phone in it.

Dad crossed his arms. "Now, both of you stand up and act like adults. What were you fighting about? Apart from the phone?"

"Nothing," I said, getting to my feet. "I was texting a friend and then Emily stole it."

He studied me for a moment, his face a mask fit for a poker table, then moved on to Emily. "Why did you steal it?"

My little sister looked carefully at her feet. "I don't know. I probably wanted attention from the main female role model in my life, or some shit like that."

Dad chuckled despite himself, and some of the tension in the hallway evaporated at the sound. "Less of the attitude, Little Cub," he said with a twinkle in his eye. "Alright, play nice, girls. I like my beauty sleep."

With that, he retreated back into the bedroom and shut the door, leaving us alone in the hallway. I looked at Emily. "He is so soft on you."

Emily grinned. "Less of the attitude, Little Cub," she said in an almost perfect imitation of his Nordic accent. Then she looked at her feet again. "Sorry for taking your phone. And for sending your boyfriend those emojis."

My stomach dropped. Frantically, I unlocked my phone and opened my chat with Isaac. It was blank since his last message. "You little shit," I said as I punched her shoulder.

Emily cackled. "I knew it! You didn't correct me!" In a voice soft enough to not carry into Dad's room, she chanted, "Emma's got a boyfriend, Emma's got a boyfriend."

I blushed bright red. "He's not my --"

"Emma's got a boyfriend."

"Shut up."

We stood there in silence for a moment.

"If I admit he's my boyfriend, can you help me take some pictures for him?"

Emily grinned and dashed into her room, returning seconds later with her camera around her neck. "Emma's got a boyfriend," she chanted again, grinning from ear to ear.

I grinned back. "Damn fucking straight." She squealed and hugged me. I giggled, squeezing her tight, the fight over the phone completely forgotten.

We headed to my room. For the first time in a long time, I had no idea what to wear, and no matter how hard I looked through my wardrobe, nothing felt right. I didn't want to dress too sexy because I wanted to distance myself from how the first pictures I had sent to him, which had been purpose-engineered to lure him in. But he was my boyfriend now, I couldn't just wear something normal.

"Oh my God, just pick something," Emily groaned. "I do have plans other than taking pervy pictures of my sister, you know."

"Just shut up and let me choose."

"You've been choosing for twenty minutes. If you can't pick something, just strip and I'll take some nudes so we can both get on with our lives."

I turned to her slowly. Emily never offered to take nudes, so I always had to build up to it slowly. The look in her eye said she was serious, though. I shrugged. "Okay."

Stripping right down to my underwear, I glanced at her to check that she really was okay with this. She just nodded at me to get on with it, so I pulled my panties down my legs and stepped out of them. The professional, unreadable mask appeared on her face for a moment, then slid off just as quickly. "Well? Don't just stand there, do a pose or something."

I took my place in the middle of the room, silhouetted by the window, and turned my back to the camera. Arching my back to accentuate my ass, I adopted a playful expression as I looked back at the camera. "How's that?"

The shutters snapped. "Perfect," Emily said. There was a note of something that I couldn't quite place in her voice.

She took a few more pictures as I shifted through various poses, acting shy, then slutty, then embarrassed. My favorite was where I bit my fingertip nervously, looking straight at the camera with my boobs on full display. I knew Isaac would like that one because it perfectly captured the way I teased him, confident and coy at the same time.

Crawling onto the bed, I lay on my front and flipped my hair to one side. Click. I rolled onto my back, covering my boobs with an arm as I crossed my legs to hide my pussy. Click. Spreading my legs, I covered my crotch with my hands as I squeezed my tits together with my arms. Click click.

"How do you know ... what's sexy to boys?" Emily suddenly asked.

I dropped the flirty expression and looked past the camera to her. She was biting her lip, carefully avoiding eye contact. "Emily ... Why are you asking?"

"What? I can't ask my sister a simple question but I can take pictures of her naked body?"She snatched a glance at me, then quickly looked away.

"Okay, we're done," I said, hopping off the bed and quickly pulling on my panties and a shirt.

"Fine." Emily made for the door, but I grabbed her arm.

"Not like that, dude. Come on, girl talk time." I sat on the edge of my bed and patted the space next to me. She twisted her arms together awkwardly, then sat down. "So ... Why are you asking? And no deflecting this time," I said sternly.

"I don't know, you're just always so ... I don't know. Confident?"

I laughed. "Apart from when I'm tying myself in knots over a guy who likes watching me get fucked by other men."

"Well, yeah, but the rest of the time ..."

I took her hand and squeezed it. "Emily, the only reason I'm so confident when I'm modeling is because it's you taking the pictures. You're a magician." Emily mimed throwing up. I cuffed the back of her head. "Truth. And the only reason I'm confident around most guys is because I don't care whether they like me or not. I'm not normal, and I really hope you are because the way I do sex is honestly a little fucked up, and I don't want my little sister doing half the shit I've done."

Emily nodded thoughtfully, looking at the floor. "Yeah, you are a little fucked up." I cuffed her again, and she cackled. Then the smile slowly slid off her face as she became thoughtful for real. "No, I get you. I ... I don't think I'm like you. I don't think I could have sex with someone and not feel any sort of emotional attachment after."

That stung. I knew she didn't mean it in a derogatory way, but the admittance that I was strange for doing what I did still hurt, especially coming from her. I really was fucked up.

I pushed it down and focused on Emily. "So ..." I nudged her. "Is there a guy I should know about?"

"No!" Emily said too quickly. I gave her a disbelieving look. "Okay, fine, yes. But he's not into me, so who gives a shit, right?"

She was twisting her arms again.

Wrapping an arm around her, I held her as she flinched and then relaxed. "Hey, it's okay. I bet he's handsome and funny and a total player, but he's got nothing on you. After all, you're my sister and you've got picture evidence of how hot I am."

She snorted, leaning her head on my shoulder. "He's a fucking dork, actually."

"I've never met a guy who isn't a dork deep down," I said. "You know Ryan? Perfect smile, perfect cheekbones?" Emily nodded. "Well underneath those looks, he's a massive Star Trek nerd."

"I know. He talked about it when you were taking a shower."

"Oh." I forgot Ryan was one of the guys who actually talked to Emily rather than ignoring her. "Well, my point is, guys don't know what they want. Period. So don't judge yourself based on if a guy likes you or not."

Emily smirked. "Right. Thanks, sis."

I rolled my eyes but kept my arm around her. Emily didn't pull away, and I felt her chest rise and fall with her breath as we sat there in silence. I could tell she was thinking, and she slowly relaxed against me. Hopefully that meant she was getting the message.

"Or you could just turn gay," I said, breaking the silence.

"Are you hitting on me? Gross."

I gave her a hard stare. "Okay, you can fuck off now."

Cackling, Emily bounced off the bed and looked at the camera, scrolling through my nudes. Slowly, her free hand crept down her stomach and slid into her pants as she bit her lip. "Actually ..."

"Ew! Fuck off, Emily!"

Trailing devilish laughter, she scampered out into the hallway just before my pillow launched through the doorway. I sighed and grinned to myself. Weird kid. Probably got it off her sister.