That's a Bad Idea or a Trap or Both

“You can put those away,Emma,” you said evenly, making the herculean effort to look her in the eyes instead of her bare tits. “The only way you and I would do anything sexual would be if Sabrina specifically gave her permission to both of us, and you could actually make me believe you wanted to and weren’t just trying to use it somehow. Hell, Sabrina would need to ask me to do it, not just give permission.”

Emma thrust out her jaw a little. “So you don’t think I’m sexy enough to have sex with? I’m not some kid - hell, I’m built more womanly than either of my sisters.” She grabbed her breasts to emphasise what she meant.

“What I said has nothing to do with how pretty, attractive or even sexy you might be,” you said. “I was laying out a firm understanding of boundaries between us.”

“You can’t tell me you wouldn’t want to slide your cock into my mouth,” she said. “Just drill it between my lips as I gag on it. Then bend me over and stick it in me. Take the last Sodemeyer sister. Who can say they’ve fucked all three sisters in a family? And I’m even more flexible than either of my sisters, I was a cheerleader. Have you fucked either of them while they’ve been doing a standing split?”

“Put your shirt back on,Emma,” you said firmly. “Or this conversation ends and I leave and tell Sabrina all about it.”

She clicked her mouth shut, glaring at you. Then she stood up from her seat and stalked over to the couch, opening her luggage and pulling out a hoodie. She pulled it on, revealing that it was actually cropped and still showed off some of her stomach, but she was now much more covered up than before. She came back, her face softened somewhat. “I had to know if you’d jump at the chance,” she said.

“I get it, even if I’m not happy about it,” you breathed out.

She settled back into her chair and took a breath of her own. “What’s your favourite thing about my sister?”

“Her energy,” you said immediately. “It doesn’t matter if we’re being loud or quiet, working hard or relaxing, or even in an emotional moment. She is a bright spot of earnest, true energy that I want to feed off of and feed into constantly.”

“And what about Gemma?”

You almost wanted to give the same answer, but that probably wouldn’t come across right. Plus, Gemma’s energy was different from Sabrina’s. “My favourite thing about Gemma is her ability to drive deep into whatever we’re feeling without letting it overwhelm other parts of us. She feels so hard, but doesn’t let it control her.”

Emma chewed on the inside of her lip, nodding slightly as she watched you. She shifted, crossing her legs on her chair, and leaned forward to put her elbows on the table. “So you’re in love with them both, and you don’t care that Sabrina’s naked body is out there for anyone to see.”

“It… predates me,” you said. “If we were in a regular monogamous relationship and she just sprang it on me, I probably wouldn’t be. But she was already doing it when we got together, and now we do it together. My body is out there too - and my dick has its own Twitter account. Did she tell you about that?”

Emma smirked, very briefly, and a little flush rose in her cheeks.

“Oh, God,” you groaned. “She showed you that too.”

Her smirk grew. “She was showing me everything.”

You shook your head. “Do you still have questions for me, or can I ask you some?”

“I still have questions,” she said. “But… you can ask one, I guess.”

You nodded, trying to pick one of your many questions that would maybe get her to open up more but not scare her back towards her colder face. “When you started posting your content, did you get any blowback?” you finally asked.

Emma glanced away, biting the inside of her cheek, before meeting your gaze again. “Sort of,” she said. “Let’s just say that I started getting asked out a lot more by guys in school.”

“Mm,” you grunted softly. “And was that OK?”

“I said one,” she countered, dodging the question. “Let’s start back at the beginning - how did things go from professional, to friends who knew secrets, to sexual so fast?”

You spent the next hour answering more of her questions, feeling like she was basically asking you to run through the entire timeline of your relationship. She asked about everything that was of consequence to your relationship - it became obvious that Sabrina hadn’t told her about any non-relationship stuff about work, or any details of the drama that Tasha had gone through. She did know about Becks and Tasha, and Mallory ‘the Beach MILF,’ and even Amanda and Maeve.

By the time she was winding down, the questions started looking more to the future - what were you and Sabrina planning for school? What happened when you graduated? How was this long-distance thing with Gemma supposed to work? Why wasn’t Sabrina invited to the December wedding along with you? Why didn’t your parents know about the two of them yet?

That last part, which was hard to explain, was cut off by Sabrina returning home. You heard her coming through the door and muttering to herself as she managed a large-ish box, and you got up and went to help her. The box was completely plain, now branding on the outside.

“What did you find?” you asked.

“It’s three trophies,” Sabrina grinned, kicking off her shoes as you took the box from her. “One says ‘Best Mentor,’ another one says ‘Inter-Firm Mock Trial Champs’ and the last one is like a Cup with a wooden base where a high school would list their yearly track star or whatever, except I figure we all vote on what the best meal he got us all year was. Then it can be a little tradition with future intern groups.”

You chuckled, feeling the heft of the box. “Those are all good ideas,” you said. “I’m sure he’ll love them.”

“He better,” Sabrina chuckled, following you deeper into the apartment. “I got the good shit - they look fancy as hell, not cheap pieces of crap. He can put them up in his office. So did you two fuck already or what?”

You looked at Sabrina.

“What, too soon?” she asked, flashing you a weak smile.

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