Emma, Interrupted

“Can you stop for a second?” Sabrina sighed, shooting Emma a look. She was still standing in the bedroom doorway.

“Why?” Emma asked with faux innocence. “It feels really good.”

You were quickly realising that Emma had the same sneaky, intelligent streak that her sisters did. The fact that it hadn’t stretched to her protecting herself with the online content was concerning, but at the moment you were more concerned that she was using it on you and Sabrina.

“Stop,” you said, clapping your hands down on Emma’s bare hips and pulling her down against you. This made it harder for her to keep up her grinding motion but also pushed you just that little bit deeper into her.

“Oh,” Emma gulped at the feeling, her expression flashing to overwhelmed for just a moment. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“Are you being for real here, Emma?” Sabrina asked. “No jokes.”

“I’d like to know that too,” you said evenly.

“Yeah, I’m telling the truth,” Emma said, leaning forward a little and putting a hand on your chest for support before turning and looking at her sister again. “You just fucking assumed I was being a whore back home. That hurt.”

“I’m sorry,” Sabrina said after pressing her lips together firmly for a moment. “I didn’t mean to- No, you’re right. I did assume that. You have to admit it doesn’t look like you weren’t doing that though, and it’s not like I was judging you.”

“Really? You weren’t judging me at all?” Emma asked pointedly.

“I was judging your choices about how to do the content, not you having sex,” Sabrina said. “I asked you one time if you were being safe and that was it. And you said yes!”

“Abstinence is being safe,” Emma said, then looked back at you and smirked a little. “Oops. Guess I’ve fucked up that one.”

“You said you’re on the pill,” you grunted, starting to sit up with the intention of getting her off of you.

“I am on the pill too,” she said quickly. “I swear.” She looked back at Sabrina again. “Seriously. I swear.”

“OK, fine,” Sabrina grunted, shaking her head. Then she sighed again heavily. “Fuck, Emma.”

“OK,” she smirked and started grinding on your cock again.

“Not what she meant,” you said, giving her another squeeze on the hips and stilling her.

“... I didn’t not mean it though,” Sabrina said, rolling her eyes. Then she pointed at Emma. “We’re gonna talk about this. You escalated on purpose. But if you are losing your virginity to John then he’s probably the best pick you could find - he’ll make it really good for you.”

“You don’t think pimping out your boyfriend for me to do porn with was an escalation?” Emma asked deadpan.

Sabrina spoke very slowly, emphasising each syllable with a hand gesture. “Vir-Gin-I-Ty.”

“‘Ties,” you pointed out. “Multiple.”

“Oh, I don’t care about her butt,” Sabrina waved dismissively. “I assume you had the same reaction as me and Katherine?”

“Amazing and immediately like I ate the worst fucking Mexican food ever, times six?” Emma asked. “And then it goes away as soon as the cock is gone?”

“Please never compare my penis to bad Mexican food in your ass,” you grumbled.

“Sort of like that, yeah,” Sabrina said, smirking a little and barely managing not to smirk at your comment. “Consider yourself still an ass virgin then, at least until we get you through the ass-training regime I went through the first time we really got it done. You’ll know the difference when you feel it. Anyways-” she shook her head again and shrugged, making eye contact with you. “Make love to her, I guess, Boss. Do your thing. Love you, and she deserves her first time to be amazing even if she’s…”

“Super cute and smart?” Emma suggested.

“A little devil.”

“I’ll take it,” Emma smirked.

“Love you too, baby,” you said.

Sabrina sighed again softly, meeting your eyes and nodding to you encouragingly, then rolled her eyes at Emma and shook her head before leaving the bedroom, closing the door behind her with a soft thud.

Emma turned to look back down at you again. “So…”

“You know, I tell Sabrina that she’s crazy on a regular basis. I love her, but she can be a little much,” you said. “You? You’re already way past Katherine and reaching for that 1st Place ‘Most Crazy Sodemeyer’ title.”

She cracked a grin. “You haven’t met our Mom yet.”

“I highly doubt she’s this kind of crazy,” you pointed out.

Emma shrugged. “Hey, we don’t know what my parents get up to behind closed doors. Maybe they’re secretly swingers and she gets gangbanged on the regular.”

“How about we focus on you right now, and not a fictional version of your Mom?” you suggested. You let go of her hips and placed one hand on hers where it was braced on your chest, and raised the other to move some of her long ginger-blonde hair out of her face and behind her ear.

“Deal,” she said, and as you traced your thumb over her cheek, then her nose and down to her lips she sucked the tip between them. And she started to slowly rotate her hips, grinding on your cock without anything to stop her. “Fuck, that’s wild.”

“Talk to me,” you said. “What are you feeling?”

“Your cock feels different than a dildo, or other toys,” she said. “It’s hard, inside me, but also warm. And the feel of it stuck but movable, and how it sort of pivots a little…”

“Try shifting your hips like this,” you suggested, dropping your hands back to those skinny hips of hers and getting her to rotate them a little more.

“Ooh, God,” she moaned, closing her eyes as she followed your gentle guidance. “That feels like you’re stirring up my fucking uterus.”

You chuckled, sliding your hands back to grab her little ass cheeks and tugging her a little more forcefully forward and back.

“Uungh!” she grunted, and slowly started using that motion as well.

“You know I’m not actually in your uterus, right?” you asked.

She snorted and opened her eyes. “I think I know female anatomy better than you, John,” she said. “Yes, I know a penis doesn’t go into the uterus.”

“OK,” you said, grinning a little. “Just making sure the virgin understands how the penis goes into the vagina.”

“Shut up,” she said, leaning forward and bringing her chest down to press against yours as she lowered her lips to within an inch of yours. You could feel her breath on you and the smell of her was clear and true. “Just… shut up and let me figure stuff out.”

“So you don’t want more tips?” you asked, raising up that little bit more so your lips were brushing hers lightly as you spoke.

“... I’ll take tips,” she said with a little smile after a moment. “But no fun facts.”

“Definitely no fun facts,” you agreed.

She kissed you and started to work her hips again.

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