Our sister wants to come over

Emma sleeps soundly beside me, her breath a soft rhythm against my chest, but my mind races ahead, already mapping the hallway to Sarah's door. The app hums in my pocket, a silent ally, promising escalation beyond this intimate conquest. Influence at 80% feels like a threshold crossed. Emma's mine now, body and will, her devotion as unyielding as the afternoon light slanting through the blinds.

My phone buzzes on the nightstand, jolting me from the haze of satisfaction. I snag it, careful not to wake her. The text glows from an unexpected sender. Lily, Emma's twin sister. I haven't seen her in months, not since her last chaotic visit. Blonde like Emma, blue-eyed and slim, but where my sister embodies quiet curiosity, Lily's a whirlwind, party girl through and through, always chasing the next high with laughter that borders on reckless.

"Hey bro! Crashing at a friend's nearby tonight? Dinner? Bringing wine. Emma's been dodging my calls. Miss you both. Around 7?" The message trails emojis. Wine glass, heart, flame.

I glance at Emma, her freckled shoulder peeking from the sheet, still marked from our earlier fervor. A twin visit complicates things, but opportunity knocks. Lily's visits always end the same. Dinner devolves into drinks, her tolerance low, leading to sloppy confessions and an inevitable couch crash. Last time, she stumbled in tipsy, regaling us with club tales until dawn, oblivious to boundaries.

I type back quickly. "Sounds good. See you at 7." Plans shift. Sarah can wait till morning. Lily's proximity offers a fresh profile for the app. Family bonds amplified. Emma's twin could yield twice the yield, especially if wine lowers her guards. I set the phone down, arm curling around Emma's waist. She murmurs in sleep, nuzzling closer, as I envision the evening. Plates pushed aside, bottles emptying, Lily's eyes glazing under my subtle commands. The world expands, one sister at a time.