Chapter 35: Geometry of Four

The room had settled into a soft, intimate darkness. The single lamp on the desk cast long shadows across the walls, and the only sounds were the quiet creak of the bed and the soft, rhythmic breathing of my sisters as they untangled from each other.

Claire propped herself up on one elbow, her body still flushed from Megan’s attentions, her eyes finding mine across the room. A slow, lazy smile spread across her face.

“Sam,” she said, her voice carrying that familiar, teasing warmth, “I would like to switch places. We’ll take the couch. You three take the bed.”

I looked at the king-sized bed, still rumpled from their exertions, the white sheets tangled and inviting. Then I looked at the pullout couch where April, Ash, and I had been sitting comfortably enough, but cramped for three bodies.

“Agreed,” I said.

Claire rose from the bed, her body pale in the dim light, and Megan followed. They gathered their things: a hairbrush, a water bottle, the thin blanket from the foot of the bed, and moved toward the couch.

But before they reached it, April spoke.

Her voice was soft, tentative, but there was something else beneath it: a current of desire, of curiosity, of a girl who had spent the day watching and learning and was ready to participate.

“Claire,” she said, and my sister turned. “Megan.”

They stopped, looking at her.

April’s cheeks were flushed, her hands trembling slightly, but she didn’t look away. “Can I taste you? Both of you? Before you get up?”

The room went very quiet.

Claire’s eyebrows rose. Megan’s analytical gaze sharpened, assessing.

April swallowed, her throat working. “I know Sam has. I know what you do together. I’ve been watching all day, and I just ... I want to know what it’s like. What you taste like.”

I sat very still, processing. This was not something I had expected. April had been nervous all day, uncertain, feeling her way through this new world. But here, in the darkness, with my sisters’ bodies still glistening from their own intimacy, something had shifted in her.

Claire looked at me, her expression questioning. Your girlfriend. Your call.

I considered it. April wanted to taste them. She wanted to be part of this, part of us, in a way that went beyond standing at my side. And I had told her, just this morning, that I wanted her to be my equal, my partner, not just a spectator to the life I was building.

But there were boundaries. There were always boundaries.

“Only,” I said, and April’s eyes snapped to mine, “if you sample it with my doll next to you.”

April’s breath caught. She looked at Ash, who was sitting at my feet, her face tilted up, waiting.