Heading to Sabrina's to meet Emma

Taking the bus was going to take you three trips to move everything from Mosche’s place to Sabrina’s.

Iris wanted to know more about Tommy, and how he died, and you decided you didn’t want to hear it. You’d been fucking in a dead guy’s bed. That was too weird, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to tell Sabrina or Gemma about it.

Once you started packing, you realised that even though Sabrina had ‘encouraged’ you to add a good half dozen outfits to your current wardrobe, you weren’t actually overflowing the bags you’d come to the city with. That was mostly due to the fact that several of your shirts and sweatshirts, and even a pair of your shorts, had been stolen away by your girlfriends. You weren’t even sure how many had gone with Gemma back to Australia, and how many were at Sabrina’s.

You also had a feeling, by the time you left the city, you’d be leaving behind one or two more. Tash and Becks may not have been your girlfriends, but they were your… more-than-fuckbuddy-less-than-girlfriends. And knowing Sabrina, she’d want them to have something to remind them of you even if it was just to get them horny.

When you left the apartment, you had almost everything packed. You’d found a couple more pairs of Gemma’s underwear hidden in your stuff, one of them wrapped around a Hershey’s Kiss, which made you laugh, and another that you thought she just forgot about or missed in your dirty laundry hamper.

Riding the bus with a suitcase and a duffel bag felt a little weird, but you just kept telling yourself you looked normal - you’d definitely seen weirder stuff in the city than a guy with a couple of bags.

You arrived outside of Sabrina’s place a little after seven and stopped for a moment to text Gemma a good morning wake up text, since she was twelve hours ahead, and then headed up. When you knocked on her apartment door you heard some dull sounds of movement and then a voice said, “What do you mean you have a boyfriend?”

Two things went through your mind in lightning-quick succession - the first was that Sabrina probably should have told her little sister that I’d be in the apartment that weekend too. The second was that, if you heard that clearly with her speaking in just a slightly raised voice, exactly how much of your sex noises had the entire floor of the apartment building been privy to? Even if you didn’t count the stuff in the bedroom…

Yikes.

Sabrina opened the door. “Hi, baby,” she said with a grin, going up on her toes and kissing you as she hugged you around the neck and pressed her body to yours. You kissed her back, hugging her with just one hand since you were holding your duffel bag with the other one. She slid her lips from yours towards your ear. “Don’t worry, she’s harmless,” she whispered. “Mostly.”

You followed her in, noting that Sabrina was wearing a pair of her tiny little cotton shorts and a T-shirt, and you were surprised by the telltale sign of a panty line under the shorts - she hadn’t been that demure even when Katherine had come to visit.

“Yes, my boyfriend,” Sabrina said, leading you into the apartment as you shifted your bags. “And I’m trusting you not to go blabbing to Mom and Dad,Emma. About anything this weekend. This is John, my boyfriend. You coming this weekend is great, but he was also moving in this weekend so… I mean, timing.” Sabrina shrugged. “Also we’re going to be living together at school.”

“Hi,” you said, trying to give her a friendly smile and a wave as you set down the duffel and pushed the suitcase out of the way. “It’s great to meet you.”

Emma was giving you a look that felt like the coldest glare you’d ever seen Sabrina shoot at Joy. She was taller than Sabrina and Katherine, and maybe even Gemma, with long, pale skinny legs. She was somehow both more petite than Sabrina, but also had a slightly larger bust - maybe a B-cup to Sabrina’s tiny A’s. Her hair was ginger-blonde and long with the same texture and sheen as her older sisters, and she had the same eyes and nose but a sharper jawline and lips.

“Hi,” she said curtly and accepted your offer of a handshake so limply you thought she might not have ever shaken someone’s hand before and didn’t have an understanding of how it was supposed to work.

“John and I are also in a relationship with our girlfriend Gemma, but she’s back in Australia right now,” Sabrina said

That broke the stone-cold stare. “What?”Emma asked in shock, looking at her sister.

“I’m bisexual. Surprise,” Sabrina said, doing some jazz hands sarcastically. “And, we discovered this summer, polyamorous.”

“What the fuck?”Emma asked, sitting down on the armrest of the couch. She was pretty, in an ice princess sort of way, and you backed off.

“I like girls and boys, and I’m in love with one of each,” Sabrina said with a little smirk. “John and I are moving in together this weekend, and are living at Uni together this next year. Then me, him and our girlfriend Gemma are going to go to the same law school and live together there.”

Emma’s jaw was open a little and she raised her eyebrows as she processed what she’d just been told.

“Go drop your stuff in our bedroom, baby,” Sabrina said, turning and giving you a smile and taking your hand. “Give me a couple more minutes with her.”

“Sabrina, baby, you could have given her a little more time to process before I got here,” you chuckled as you picked the duffel back up and grabbed the suitcase. “I’m just saying.”

“Maybe,” she shrugged, smirking at you, and you knew she’d left the news about you to the last moment on purpose. She must have had a plan about dealing with her younger sister’s activities that involved keepingEmma off kilter and on her toes.

You shotEmma another reassuring smile, hoping that Sabrina’s plans weren’t going to disrupt the good impression you wanted to make on her family. Once you were in the bedroom you closed the door most of the way - you wanted to hear this.

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