Chapter 594

“What would you like to know?”

It felt like the right question for you to ask. Nice and open-ended. You phrased it in a friendly tone.

Emma didn’t answer for a good thirty seconds, just staring at you in the quiet. It was uncomfortable. Awkward, even. The silence stretched.

But there was no fucking way you were going to let her make you squirm. Whatever powerplay she was getting at, whatever high school bullshit she wanted to try and use to pressure you into saying something stupid and confirming whatever doubts she had, you weren’t going to play along.

So you sat. Casually. One arm resting on the table, the other with your hand on your thigh. You watched her right back.

Emma was pretty in a sort of more delicate way than Sabrina and Katherine. She’d already outgrown whatever baby fat she might have been carrying, her cheekbones a little sharper than her sisters and her complexion just a little more tan, sporting a soft sprinkling of freckles. She was still wearing the same outfit from that morning, a tank top with spaghetti straps that hugged her body like a glove and outlined her breasts and couldn’t hide the slight bumps of her nipples, along with cotton shorts that were rolled up even higher to show off her legs. She’d also tied her strawberry-blonde hair up into a ponytail, her hair having dried naturally into a spray of curls and ringlets.

You both just looked at each other, and you attempted to blank your mind rather than try to make guesses.

“How often do you and Sabrina have sex?” she suddenly asked.

You blinked, having expected something more ... history-oriented for her first question. “Depends on the day, but ‘often’ is a pretty solid answer,” you said. “Unless there’s something else going on, at least once a day - not counting oral. Often more.”

“Same with Gemma?” she asked.

You nodded slowly.

“And that’s just normal for you?”

“No,” you chuckled. “Fuck, Emma. Everything that’s happened between your sister, Gemma and I this summer is totally unnormal. None of us were expecting what we found with each other. I’m not ashamed to say I was relatively inexperienced when Sabrina and I first hooked up - not a virgin, but less than five previous hookups. Gemma was the most experienced of us since she’d been engaged to her high school sweetheart, and even she said we were having way more sex than they did when she was still with that guy - who, if Sabrina didn’t mention, was a cheating asshole.”

“She told me,” Emma said, looking unimpressed. “How did you find out about Sabrina’s OnlyFans account?”

“I stumbled across it by accident, recognised the carpet from our office and her body type fit what I knew about her. I knew it wouldn’t be Gemma because of body type too - I guess it could have been someone else who wasn’t an intern, but once I made the connection it was stuck in my head.”

“When she offered you a blowjob when she knew you knew, why didn’t you take it?”

“Because I’m not an asshole?”

“Why’d you start two-timing her with Gemma?”