Interrogation

“What would you like to know?”

It felt like the right question for you to ask. Nice and open-ended. You phrased it in a friendly tone.

Emma didn’t answer for a good thirty seconds, just staring at you in the quiet. It was uncomfortable. Awkward, even. The silence stretched.

But there was no fucking way you were going to let her make you squirm. Whatever powerplay she was getting at, whatever high school bullshit she wanted to try and use to pressure you into saying something stupid and confirming whatever doubts she had, you weren’t going to play along.

So you sat. Casually. One arm resting on the table, the other with your hand on your thigh. You watched her right back.

Emma was pretty in a sort of more delicate way than Sabrina and Katherine. She’d already outgrown whatever baby fat she might have been carrying, her cheekbones a little sharper than her sisters and her complexion just a little more tan, sporting a soft sprinkling of freckles. She was still wearing the same outfit from that morning, a tank top with spaghetti straps that hugged her body like a glove and outlined her breasts and couldn’t hide the slight bumps of her nipples, along with cotton shorts that were rolled up even higher to show off her legs. She’d also tied her strawberry-blonde hair up into a ponytail, her hair having dried naturally into a spray of curls and ringlets.

You both just looked at each other, and you attempted to blank your mind rather than try to make guesses.

“How often do you and Sabrina have sex?” she suddenly asked.

You blinked, having expected something more… history-oriented for her first question. “Depends on the day, but ‘often’ is a pretty solid answer,” you said. “Unless there’s something else going on, at least once a day - not counting oral. Often more.”

“Same with Gemma?” she asked.

You nodded slowly.

“And that’s just normal for you?”

“No,” you chuckled. “Fuck,Emma. Everything that’s happened between your sister, Gemma and I this summer is totally unnormal. None of us were expecting what we found with each other. I’m not ashamed to say I was relatively inexperienced when Sabrina and I first hooked up - not a virgin, but less than five previous hookups. Gemma was the most experienced of us since she’d been engaged to her high school sweetheart, and even she said we were having way more sex than they did when she was still with that guy - who, if Sabrina didn’t mention, was a cheating asshole.”

“She told me,”Emma said, looking unimpressed. “How did you find out about Sabrina’s OnlyFans account?”

“I stumbled across it by accident, recognised the carpet from our office and her body type fit what I knew about her. I knew it wouldn’t be Gemma because of body type too - I guess it could have been someone else who wasn’t an intern, but once I made the connection it was stuck in my head.”

“When she offered you a blowjob when she knew you knew, why didn’t you take it?”

“Because I’m not an asshole?”

“Why’d you start two-timing her with Gemma?”

“That’s not how that happened at all. Me seeing both of them for a bit was their idea.”

“Why are you three having sex with even more people?”

“I- Because we like it? And we trust the people we’re having sex with. Like I said, none of us were this sexual before us, and now it kind of feels natural to be intimate with friends we trust.”

“So you’re going to let Sabrina fuck other guys?”

You let out a breath through your nose, pressing your lips together firmly for a moment. “We do check-ins regularly about what we are and aren’t comfortable with. I’m not comfortable with Gemma or Sabrina having sex with another guy, and so far they haven’t been interested in even bringing that up as a moving boundary we’ve got.”

“So you’re either a hypocrite, scared they’ll fuck someone better than you, or a controlling piece of shit.”

“I’m a hypocrite,” you said firmly. “And I said that when we first started talking about these boundaries and doing stuff with other people. I don’t need sex with anyone else, but it’s deepened our relationships with some special friends and like I said, it’s fun. I’d be happy with just Sabrina and Gemma if one of them decided they wanted to close our relationship.”

“What if Gemma wanted to close the relationship with just you?”Emma asked pointedly. “You were ‘dating’ her first, right? Sabrina was the side piece.”

“Gemma and Sabrina are dating just as much as I’m dating both of them,” you said. “If one of them wanted to close out the other, it would be a big conversation between the three of us. We couldn’t have it between just two.”

“And if they decided to be lesbian lovers and cut you out?”

You let out a heavy breath. “I’d be wildly upset, heartbroken, and it would be a struggle to figure out what the fuck to do with myself and keep moving forwards for a while. I wouldn’t be surprised if I would have to deal with depression or something, too - we’re in love. We’re making plans. I’m very aware of how big this is for all three of us. Just as much as I don’t want to hurt them, I trust that they don’t want to hurt me.”

“Why’d you fuck Katherine?”

The sharp pivot almost hid the pointed revelation that Sabrina had told her about you fucking her other sister.

“At first, because I got them mixed up. I came home with breakfast, and Katherine was standing at the balcony window just there. I thought she was Sabrina, fooled around a little, and she didn’t say anything until Sabrina found us. The next time was because Sabrina offered Katherine the chance to get the full thing.”

Emma pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes again. Then, in one movement, she peeled her shirt off. Her pretty little tits bobbed out as the tight fabric pulled away and her peachy pink nipples were both pointing at you. They were perfect little handfuls, jiggly and playful, over a tight little torso.

“What if I said I wanted to fuck you?”Emma asked.

You gulped.

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