A brother and sister who are having a tiff.

You and Emma are both scarfing down some overpriced hot dogs (her new favorite food, for some reason) and plop down near a merch booth for a breather. You've both had a pretty packed day, in multiple senses of the world considering Emma's sore asshole. Even though you're on a mission to see how far Emma can fuck around and get away with it, it's still a pretty good vacation, and it's rare you get a quiet little romantic moment like this. You did start dating Emma before the discovery of Slave4U for a reason, after all. You're both riding high, not just on the sex, but on somehow having a deeper understanding of each other through all of it. Emma understands that she truly, deeply loves sex and has so much love to spread around, and you get more energized from knowing this about her and helping her steer into it. The sun is setting as the first day's headliners take the stage. Nearly everyone at the festival is crammed into the main tent for the attraction.

Nearly everyone, except for two people arguing near the water stand. You and Emma overhear them having a bit of a heated argument about who to go see, and it's killing your mood a bit. It's sad to see two lovely people not getting along. The boy has a toned, cared-for physique, probably worked on it especially for the occasion, and he's rocking no shirt and some ripped camo shorts to go with his buzz cut. The girl has shoulder length blonde hair held in place by a multicolored bandana, a T-shirt a bit too big and baggy to see her breasts, and a pair of yoga pants too tight and form-fitting to care about anything other than her cute little butt. You give Emma a knowing glance, and she nods in return. This is a problem you feel you can solve as a team.

As you scoot closer, you can hear the real content of the argument. The boy, whose name you hear as Franklin, wants to go see the main stage show while there's still room. The girl, named Beth, wants to go see a smaller one in a different tent.

"I just don't feel safe in places like that without my older brother with me. That's the deal, isn't it? You said you'd keep me safe here, and now you just want to run off to do your own thing!"

"Beth, you're being paranoid. Alright, this is a big mainstream show, what do you think is going to happen? Nobody's going to mess with you, and you'll just come find me when it's over."

"You're supposed to take care of me, that's what big brothers do!"

"You know how much I want to see this, why are you being like this? You're being a bratty little sister right now, so why should I have to be a good brother?"

Emma is already biting her tongue. She's imagining where this encounter could go, and you're getting pretty turned on by the thought yourself. It is a shame that they can't seem to have a good time at an outing like this. Still, even in the middle of a party, there's always someone who can't get with the program.

"Hey, John, do you think we can get them to kiss and make up?" Emma proposes.

"Why don't you make the first move on him, I'll take over on her." She stands up and saunters over to the two of them. She really is a miracle worker, your girlfriend. You're surprised they don't immediately notice the reek of dried cum that still hangs on her body, but you figure it's also been a long sweaty day at the festival grounds and the smell is probably well masked. Thousands of people milling around in the sun isn't going to smell like a bouquet of roses, after all.

"Is something wrong? I don't mean to interrupt anything, but you're both getting kind of loud." She plays the innocent.

"No, it's not really a thing, it's just my sister is trying to have everything her way. We got these tickets from our mom and even though I've been seeing all these concerts that she wants to go to, she can't go with me to see one."

"Can't she just go by herself? What's keeping you from splitting up?"

"I don't want to be by myself around here, you know? It's just too easy to meet somebody that doesn't have the best intentions, yeah? You understand what I mean."

Emma ponders this for a moment, letting the mood cool down during the pause. You see this as a good time to make yourself known. You jog up to Emma and pretend you haven't been following this conversation from the start.

"Oh, there you are, Emma. Come on, we're going to miss the opening. Who are these people?" You're not quite as convincing as she is, but she picks up immediately on you and rolls with it.

"Well, John, these two are trying to go to two different sets, but she doesn't want to split up with him."

You quickly introduce yourself and your girlfriend, the two introduce themselves as Franklin and Beth. You ask who they're going to see and offer to have Emma escort Beth.

"I don't really feel safe with another woman. What if we're a bigger target that way?"

"Well, I could go with you. I'm kind of tired from standing near the main stage all day anyway, I could deal with something smaller to close the day out. Emma, you could go with Franklin so he can keep tabs on us through you. Here, I'll even give you my number so you can hit us up."

After a bit of reassurance and contact info exchange, Beth and Franklin are liking the plan, and they're both happy to be making new friends at a big cultural event. That's the point, right? Get out of the house and meet new people? They certainly think so. It'd be pretty lame to go to a huge festival and only hang out with your sibling. That's a pretty weak excuse for a weekend, right there. As you walk towards the support stage tent, you and Beth get to know each other. She asks how you and Emma met and you tell the truth, to a point. You of course leave out the part where you've been drugging her for months into a cock-craving succubus who'll screw her own father for an orgasm (and might even keep going afterwards). You do off-handedly mention that you and Emma have an "arrangement", and that a big music festival always seems so romantic because you can end up with anyone if you play your cards right.

Suddenly, she plants a kiss on you. Just a quick peck, nothing to fall in love over. You're surprised, you hadn't even really started flexing on her yet. You guess she might be a little bit repressed at home, and took your talk about spontaneous romance to heart. You give her a soft smile and return the kiss. Careful not to lay it on too thick, you ask her if you'd like to find someplace more secluded to get to know each other. She nods a bit and takes your hand. You guide her back to your tent, and as you approach you can already feel the sexual energy emanating from within. Emma's aura of lust is unmistakable. The soft lantern light is already on inside your tent, so you have a pretty good idea of what you'll find as you unzip the flap and lean inside.