Getting Ready to Go Out

“Sorry,” you said. “Your sister can be kind of… demanding. That’s not the first impression I wanted to give.”

Emma gave you an unreadable, stoic look, partially like she was looking through you like you weren’t there. She’d sighed in exasperation when you and Sabrina had come out of the bedroom, seeing what Sabrina was wearing and declaring she had to change. She’d been in a nice, blood-red button-down and slacks that highlighted her long legs, but Sabrina had decided to put on a nice little black dress.

You’d headed back into the bedroom while she changed, and she’d come through the bedroom headed for the washroom re-dressed in a strapless black dress with a tight bust and a puffy sort of torso that ended dangerously short. The quick glance at it as she walked into the washroom had almost made you **** and you’d beat a hasty retreat as Sabrina had given her a ‘you are not wearing that, it’s way too short’ andEmma had countered with ‘you just blew your boyfriend, you’re not one to talk.’ It settled when you heard Sabrina demand to know if she was wearing panties at least.

That was ironic and you had to stop from laughing by covering your mouth as you waited out in the living room.

Emma had come out first, leaning one shoulder against the wall as she looked at and/or through you, her arms crossed over her chest. She’d touched up her makeup, but nothing looked necessarily different to you, just… tighter.

“Alright, we ready to go?” Sabrina asked, coming out of the bedroom with her ‘three-quarter- face on; not completely done up for maximum sexy effect, but definitely more than usual for work or a casual day date. “Emma, do you have a fake?”

“A fake what?”Emma asked, suddenly trying to look innocent.

“ID,” Sabrina said. “For ordering booze at the restaurant. We’re going to be drinking one or two and I don’t want you getting us in trouble if your fake is shit.”

Emma sighed and rolled her eyes. “I do, but it’s kind of ass. I don’t think it’ll work and I haven’t tried using it.”

“Good, don’t,” Sabrina said. “That was a trick question - you shouldn’t drink unless you’re at home with Mom and Dad, or me and Katherine.”

Emma scoffed softly. “Fine,” she said.

“Bitch, listen to me for a second as your older, concerned sister,” Sabrina said, takingEmma’s hand in both of hers to make her sister pay attention. “You’re starting your first year at college in a week and a half. I haven’t gotten roofied, and I’m pretty sure Katherine hasn’t had a bad experience like that either, but I know girls who did get hit up as freshmen. One who was roofied, and three more who got way too drunk and did things, or had things done to them, that they didn’t want to be doing. I’m not going to shame you for wanting to have fun or for whatever sex you want to explore, but never do it when it isn’t on your terms. And if you want to party and drink, do it with me or John, OK?”

“Fine,”Emma said, her antagonistic standoffishness mixing with actually listening to her sister. Then she smirked, just a little. “So what if I get drunk and throw myself at your boyfriend?”

Sabrina snorted and shrugged. “You probably wouldn’t be able to handle him. Come on, let’s go. Get your shoes and try not to flash him your ass while you’re putting them on. Fuck, that dress is short.”

Emma rolled her eyes and went over to her bags next to the couch, glanced over her shoulders with a challenging look, and then bent at the waist to dig her shoes out of her bag.

You had to admit, she was flexible as hell. You weren’t sure what she did for fitness, but it left her limber as fuck. As she did the bending her dress rode up, showing off the last of her skinny legs all the way to her ass as she practically folded in half standing up. Her butt was small and cute, though you didn’t think it was as nice as Sabrina’s. It was also almost bare, just a black thong panty covering around the crack and her mound between those tiny thighs.

Sabrina immediately stepped over to her and gave her a massive smack on the ass that landed with a perfect clap.

Emma yelped loudly, standing back up and grabbing her butt with both hands as she turned and glared at her sister.

“That’s what happens to girls who bend over and flash their asses in my house,” Sabrina said with a smirk. “Except usually it’s John who does the spanking, and his hands are bigger than mine, so do that again and I swear I’ll go get the leather paddle from my sex drawer to hit you with.”

“Wha-”Emma started, but then clicked her mouth shut, cutting off her questions as she started to blush. “Fine.”

“Apologise to John for making things weird,” Sabrina ordered her. “And me, because you just flashed your ass at my boyfriend, which is kind of weird as fuck for a sister to do.”

Emma's embarrassed flush deepened as she was confronted with what she’d been doing petulantly. “You know I didn’t mean it like that, right?”

“That’s why I’m not actually mad,” Sabrina said. “But still.”

“Sorry,”Emma said. Then turned to look at you. “Sorry.”

“Now get your shoes on, we need to get going. The Uber should be here any minute,” Sabrina said. Then she smirked a little. “And don’t worry if you start wondering if maybe you liked that spank a little too much. Katherine and I both like it, so maybe it’s a Sodemeyer Woman trait.”

That made you finally break, snorting and coughing. At least she didn’t mention that you’d tested some of that with her twin sister.

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