Sabrina saves you from the interrogation

Since her arms had been full of the box of trophies, Sabrina had ordered food instead of bringing it back and she told you it was on its way. Once you’d set the trophy box down and out of the way, the three of you sat back at the kitchen table.

“Well?” Sabrina asked her sister. “Did you catch him in any sneaky plots to brainwash me?”

Emma rolled her eyes. “No,” she said.

“You realise it’s just a little insulting you think I would be, right?” Sabrina pushed. “Like, you don’t know what people are thinking or feeling even if you grow up with them. Katherine and I are twins and we’re not the same.”

“Well, you were pretty fucking insulting about my choices,”Emma said a little snidely.

Sabrina grimaced. “You know it’s not the what<I/>, it’s the how*.” She turned to look at you. “Did you guys talk about her at all, or just me and you and Gemma?”

“Almost completely us,” you said, then looked toEmma. “If you’re comfortable talking about it now, I’d like to get a grip on at least the… basics, so I know what’s going on.”

Emma drew in a long breath through her nose and then let it out through her mouth. She glared at Sabrina for a moment, but then her look softened and she swallowed a little nervously before she glanced back at you and then away. “I’ve been posting nudes online,” she said.

“He knows that,” Sabrina said.

“Baby,” you interrupted, putting a hand on your girlfriend’s arm. “You’re being a bit much. If she’s old enough to make a decision like that, she’s mature enough to talk about it the way she wants to.”

Sabrina shot you an annoyed look, though it was clearly less about being annoyed with you and more at herself knowing you were right. “Yeah, OK,” she sighed. “Sorry,Emma.”

“Thanks,”Emma muttered. She was chewing on the inside of her cheek.

“You don’t have to tell me,” you said.

“Well, you really haven’t seen any of it?” she asked, glancing up. Her arms were crossed and she was slouching in her chair, making her look even more like a sulking, awkward teenager.

“Nothing,” you said.

“It’s full nudity,” she said. “Which, apparently, is bad marketing or whatever if I want to actually do something to make money with it. But that wasn’t what I was trying to do. I just… liked getting the attention I was getting. Online. From boys at school. By the time I graduated at the start of summer I was pretty sure a couple of the teachers knew too, and they were treating me differently. Nicer.”

“Is it about the attention, or is it a sexual thrill, too?” you asked.

“I… both, I guess,” she mumbled. “Does it have to be one or the other?”

“No,” Sabrina said, leaning towards her sister. “I told you why I started and it wasn’t just any one reason.”

“Everyone’s got their own things that turn them on,” you said. “Exhibitionism isn’t that weird - especially compared to some of the weirdest requests Sabrina gets.”

“That we get,” Sabrina corrected you.

Emma broke a little smile, chuckling softly. “Yeah, Sabrina showed me,” she said. “I get weird stuff sent to me too. And, like, a lot of dick pics. Why do guys think because I’m posting my body, that I want to see their dicks? Especially, like, weird ugly ones or really tiny ones?”

“Well, the tiny ones probably want you to make fun of them,” Sabrina said. “That’s a whole kink thing. Hell, I’ve seen some girls say if you’re good at making fun of them you can make bank by getting them to pay for it.”

Emma shook her head, clearly finding it as weird a concept as you did. But then, you knew Maeve had an even more wild situation with her Pay Pigs.

Sabrina checked her phone and said she had to go meet the delivery driver downstairs, but you offered to go so thatEmma could touch base on anything she needed to without you being there. Downstairs in the lobby, holding Sabrina’s phone in case, you waited just inside the front entrance and sighed softly. Was there a better way for all of this to have been done? Maybe. But Sabrina andEmma already had a sibling relationship that needed to be worked around.

The delivery driver came around the building and up the steps, reaching for the door.

“Uh, hi,” you said, your eyebrows raised.

“Oh,” Iris stammered, eyes wide as she slowly stepped through the door you had opened for her. “John.”

“Yeah, uh, I didn’t realise…”

“The name said Sabrina, and I didn’t think it would be-”

“Right,” you nodded. “Um, she lives in the building and ordered the food, I’m just picking it up for her.”

“Right,” Iris nodded awkwardly, then shook her head and set her carry-out bag down and started pulling on brown paper bags from it. “Uh, here’s the order.”

“Thanks,” you said, taking the three paper bags. “So… about last night-”

“I shouldn’t have- Whatever.”

“No, it’s- Well, maybe,” you said, not sure how to say what you wanted to say. You decided to just be blunt. “Is there anything you want to know? About Mosche, or Mosche and Tasha?”

“Um…” she said. You could tell there were definitely things that jumped to mind, but she shook her head without answering.

“OK,” you said. “Ah, have a good evening working? Stay safe?”

“Thanks,” she murmured, stepping back and then turning for the door. She left without looking back.

“Fuck me,” you muttered. That was fucking awkward.

You headed back up and Sabrina let you back in, taking one of the bags from your arms. “You’re not going to believe who I just talked to,” you said.

“Wait, it was actually her?” Sabrina asked in surprise.

“You knew and didn’t warn me?”

“I thought it had to be another Iris,” Sabrina said, clearly surprised and not trying to pull one over on you.

“Who’s Iris?”Emma asked from her spot at the table.

“OK, I didn’t include this because it wasn’t relevant to all the relationship or OF stuff,” Sabrina said, sitting back down at the table and starting to tear open the paper bag to get out the containers of Chinese food. “So John’s roommate for the summer was this guy Mosche…”

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