Important Conversations

Sabrina, wearing just a light sundress, sighed happily as she sat down on the couch next to Emma. The younger sister had changed while you and Sabrina had been busy and was wearing an athletic bra and tight little spandex shorts - it was less than she’d worn any other day, and you wondered a little about the change. It definitely wasn’t ‘going out’ clothes so she’d need to change if you were going to do any touristy stuff before she was leaving that afternoon.

“That sounded like fun,” Emma said. “But it was kinda… short?”

“Oh, my darling little sister,” Sabrina said, pulling her into a side hug as they sat together and then resting her head on the taller girl’s shoulder. “If all sex was a marathon every time, nothing would ever get done. Quickies are fun too, you just gotta know what you’re looking for. Speaking of which, check this out.” She pulled aside the bust on her sundress, showing off the side of her breast without exposing a nipple - the bloom of a fresh hickey you’d left there was already darkening.

“What?” Emma asked in confusion. “You let him do that?”

“Let him?” Sabrina asked with a laugh. “I fucking love it. I beg him for more. Listen - never let a guy put his hands on you if you don’t trust him, and never let a guy put a mark on you unless you love him, OK?”

“We were playing the hickey game before we ever said The Big L,” you pointed out as you came back from the kitchen, handing her a glass of water.

“True,” Sabrina smirked. “But I’m pretty sure at that point we were still pretending that Gemma was your ‘real’ girlfriend and you and I were just fuckbuddies. I already loved you, I just didn’t know how to process that.”

You sighed, sitting down next to her on the couch and leaning forward to look around her at Emma. “Either way, she’s not wrong,” you said. “The fact that Sabrina and Gemma want me to give them hickeys in places that are hidden from the world is hot, but I’d never do it to them if they didn’t ask first.”

“Beg,” Sabrina grinned. “We beg you for them.”

“You beg both of us for them. Gemma asks.”

“True,” Sabrina snickered.

“So what are we doing today?” you asked.

“We’re having a lazy day,” Sabrina declared. “And we’re going to start working on a business plan for Emma if you want.”

“That would be good,” Emma nodded.

“And you, Mister, are going to go get that last load of your stuff from Mosche’s place so that we can say we actually live together for real,” Sabrina added to you.

“I’ll go get some clothes on,” you nodded. “Better to do that now.”

“First, though,” Sabrina said, putting a hand on your arm to stop you from getting up. “We need to have a quick discussion.” That had you raising your eyebrows, and Sabrina got up from the couch and sat back down on the coffee table so the three of you were looking at each other instead of sitting side by side. “We need to talk about expectations, and what school will look like.”

You nodded slowly, and Emma twisted up her lips in thought as she frowned with her eyebrows. You were starting to get used to her micro-expressions more and more, and could tell this was more a ‘mild concern’ than a frustration or anything like that.

“OK,” Sabrina said. “So. Emma, I’m not gonna lie, we’ve had this discussion with some of our friends before. Not about you, but about them. Gemma, John and I are a throuple - three people all in a relationship with each other. We share our love, and our bed, with other women who are open to it. A couple of the friends we’ve made this summer and slept with on a regular basis could have… been more than friends. But we made the decision that we needed to draw boundaries. We’re still friends with them, we still have sex with them. Hell, we still love them, but they aren’t in love with us, or with John. What you did last night, giving up your virginity to him, means that he’s gonna be that special guy for you for the rest of your life. But - and I love you, babe, and you’ll always be my sister - you can’t have an ‘in love’ romantic relationship with him. You can be romantic, and sexual, but he can’t ever be your boyfriend. Not for real, anyways - if we’re out and some guy is hitting on one of our friends it’s totally fine if they use him as their ‘Excuse Boyfriend’ and we’ve even had romantic ‘One of Us’ weekends where a girl has been ‘in’ our relationship for a couple of days of love. I’m sorry if this is a lot or it hurts, but that line really needs to be drawn now since things got more complicated.”

Emma’s frown hadn’t changed and her eyes were trained on Sabrina. “OK,” she said. Completely neutral, no emotion.

“OK?” Sabrina asked.

“He’s your boyfriend, and Gemma’s,” Emma said. “For me, he’s just a guy.”

“No, not just a guy,” Sabrina said, grabbing both her sister’s hands and holding them tight. “John is a safe space for you. Same with me. I’d say the same for Gemma, but I don’t expect you to feel close to her until you guys actually, like, meet and stuff. But our home, or relationship with you, I want you to know you’re wanted and safe and can talk to us and tell us anything and we’ll always have your back no matter what. You just can’t dream about marrying him. He’ll never be yours, he’s ours.”

“You realise that’s kind of fucked up, right?” Emma asked.

“‘Fucked Up’ will be our relationship autobiography,” Sabrina smirked.

Emma rolled her eyes. “Fine. I understand the boundary you are setting. What does this mean for school?”

“That’s where it gets… complicated,” Sabrina sighed and glanced at you.

Considering you hadn’t discussed this talk between you, you weren’t sure what to do or say so you just reached forward and put a hand on her bare knee, giving it a squeeze.

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