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All Characters are 18 years or older.

When a law office intern discovers that a fellow intern is one of his favourite new OnlyFans performers, a ball begins rolling that will bring a boring summer of paperwork and coffee-fetching into an avalanche of sexual adventure. Fair warning to readers, this story will jump categories. This collection of chapters includes giving the sisters space, heavy flirting, an awkward return home, fun at the water park, oral and a realisation.

OFG is a variation story based on the setup by Aurelian14. Originally written in small chapter releases, they will be collected here on Literotica in 10 chapter chunks for smoother reading.

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Chapter 581

The call with Gemma was generally quick. It wasn't like they could have a full-blown conversation to get to know each other; the point was to put a face to the name and show she was a real person, not just 'the girlfriend you and Sabrina apparently have.' Emma, for her part, was polite but maintained that aloofness that was starting to feel a little more personal than it did generic.

When Sabrina passed your phone back to you, you blew Gemma a kiss and she blew you one back, but then mouthed 'call me later' to you before you disconnected the video call.

"So, what did you think of her?" Sabrina asked her sister.

"She was... nice?" Emma hedged.

"She's really nice, but she can also be tough," Sabrina said. "But for real, what's your first reaction?"

Emma sighed and gave Sabrina a look that you'd seen Sabrina give before - another family trait, you guessed. "I have no fucking clue, Sabrina," she said. "It was a five-minute video chat. What the hell am I supposed to get from that?"

"Whatever," Sabrina rolled her eyes. "At least she was trying."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Sabrina looked at you like you were going to say it, but you gave her a look right back that said, '

Yeah, right. She's your sister. I'm not saying it.

' She turned back to Emma. "You're kind of being weird," she said.

"

You're

being weird," Emma scoffed.

"I'm being normal," Sabrina countered. "I'm introducing you to my partners, taking you out for dinner, and trying to be your sister. You're being distant and have this bitch face going."

"Well, maybe I'm a little thrown off by you being... all of this," Emma said. "And because Katherine pretty much forced me to get on a train here."

Sabrina huffed softly and shook her head. "I was

trying

to be welcoming."

"Yeah, well, I feel welcomed, OK?" Emma said. "Maybe

too

welcomed."

Sabrina turned to you. "Baby, I think maybe we should go back to my place to talk. Tasha has an early set, do you want to head down there and give her some support, then go grab some more of your stuff to bring back home?"

"Sure," you said, reaching across the table and around your drinks to take her hand. She grabbed it and squeezed, and you gave her a little smile and a wink. Her responding smile was sweet but a little worried. It was going to be a tough conversation.

"Let me guess," Emma said. "Tasha is a stripper and you're sending him to go watch her perform. Or is she a magician's assistant and she needs a plant volunteer to saw in half? Honestly, you realise how fucking weird this all is, right?"

"Emma, it's been nice to meet you," you said before Sabrina could respond. "Sabrina's been super happy that you've been coming to visit. Maybe just learn to roll with the punches a bit because she's

trying

here and right now you seem like the utter brat of the three sisters." You stood up and leaned over the table, giving Sabrina a kiss on the lips as she smirked into it. "I'll see you at home in a few hours?"

"Perfect, baby," she said. "Love you."

"Love you too," you said.

You decided to surprise Sabrina by paying for the dinner - you knew she'd been planning on doing it herself, and she'd be annoyed at you later for not letting her do it out of the 'OF fund,' but after calling her sister a brat to her face you felt like maybe you needed to give yourself a fighting chance at a good impression.

Once you'd paid and were outside, you checked the time quickly and decided to walk down towards the Comedy Club instead of taking an Uber. It was going to be about a twenty-minute walk, but it was a nice night and you were in black jeans and a short-sleeved button-down so you weren't going to end up sweaty.

Once you were a couple of buildings away from the restaurant and there wasn't any risk of the girls coming out behind you and overhearing, you called Gemma again.

"Hey, love," she answered quickly. "Just phone?"

"I'm walking," you said. "Things got tense after we hung up. Sabrina is going to have

the talk

with her, so I'm getting out of the way. Gonna see Tasha do a set and then go grab some of my stuff from Mosche's place."

"John, this call is gonna cost you a fortune," Gemma sighed. "We can't talk about everything."

"We can't," you chuckled. "But you said call you, so I'm calling you. I miss you so fuckin' much, love."

"Ugh, I miss you too. I miss your hands, and your lips, and seeing your damn face."

"You don't want me to say all the things I miss about you," you said with a grin. "I'll go broke."

She laughed. "OK, is there anything I

need

to know?"

"Emma is... aloof. Nothing like Katherine or Sabrina, as far as I can tell. And I don't think that's normal, based on Sabrina's reactions."

"Well, that's not great. OK. Call me when you're at Mosche's and we'll talk more."

"Are you going to be free?" you asked. She was supposed to move back to University that weekend and was still in her home town... though for her it was already Saturday morning. Time Zones.

"I will, most everyone is out of the house and I'll go sit outside so no prying ears," Gemma said. "Birdie spilt the beans on me having a boyfriend, by the way. My family wants a call with you at some point so they know who is coming to the wedding."

"Any time you want,' you promised.

"OK, get off the phone, you crazy boy," she said. "This probably already cost you like thirty dollars."

"Six, maybe," you said, though to be fair it was probably somewhere in between. "I love you, Gemma."

"I love you too, John. Call me soon."

"I will," you promised and hung up. You sighed heavily, pocketing your phone. You really did miss every damn thing about her.

Chapter 582

The comedy show was already on when you got to the club, but you'd been around enough times over the summer that the bouncer out front recognised you and waved you in. The loungey bar area was dimly lit, and the open stage area was almost pitch dark except for the bright lights focused on the stage. Tasha wasn't on, and thankfully neither were any of the more prickly comedians you and Gemma had gotten a reputation with.

You went to the bar and ordered a beer, not feeling like spending the twelve dollars for a cocktail even though you had Gemma on the brain, and when you had your drink you asked after Tasha. He nodded you to the far end of the bar, back around the side where the comedians hung out and watched each other's sets. You'd never actually been around that side before, usually you met whoever you were coming to see out front.

With a breath, and a quick prayer that the 'Bull Dyke' or the guy you had said stole jokes weren't back there, you took a swig of your beer and headed around the bar.

There were half a dozen comedians hanging out back there, an older one seemingly holding court as he told some story with wild gesticulations of his hands. Tasha was at the far end of the table, smiling and chuckling but keeping her distance a bit, one ear towards the stage. When you started to approach she turned at the motion and her smile flicked brighter for a moment before she grimaced and glanced down the table.

Mosche was sitting there, listening raptly to the older comedian, laughing just a little too loud. His arm was around Iris, who was smiling but looked

way

out of her element.

"This guy," you muttered, shaking your head.

Mosche spotted you second, before Tasha could make her escape from the table. "John!" he said. "Hey, guys, this is my friend John."

You groaned softly under your breath, forcing a smile and approaching. "Hi, guys."

"Don't tell me," the older comedian said. "You've got a great idea for a joke."

"Nope," you said, not wanting to engage or take the bait.

"John's my roommate, but he's moving away. Hey, speaking of which, does anyone need a place?"

Another guy at the table leaned forward, immediately interested. He was sitting on the other side of Iris and was maybe twenty years older than Mosche, let alone you or the petite asian girl.

"Right," you said, backing away as Mosche got swept into maybe getting a new roommate. Tasha had stood up and left the table, hovering behind you, so you took another quiet step back and then turned, following her.

You both went around to the other end of the bar, out of sight of the other comedians. Laughter echoed out from the stage area but you weren't paying any attention to whoever was on stage.

"Hi," Tash said with a grin as she pivoted on one foot and turned, leaning back into you as she hugged you tightly.

"Hey, gorgeous," you said, squeezing her back. She was wearing her usual 'stage uniform' of the light leather jacket and tight black jeans, her hair pulled back into a ponytail. "What's our limit here, 'cause I'd love to kiss you."

"Ugh, same," she said, looking up at you with a big grin. "But that would be too obvious, and when I kiss you I want to

kiss

you. Give my ass a squeeze though."

You did, sliding your hands down from around her waist to her butt, giving it a double squeeze and making her chuckle before you separated.

"Just you tonight?" Tasha asked. "Oh, wait, right, Sabrina has her sister in town. Why didn't she bring her?"

"Family drama stuff," you sighed. "Well, drama-ish. Drama lite? Whatever. We went out for dinner, Emma wasn't that enthused about learning about me and Gemma at the same time, and now they need some time to talk about 'stuff.'"

"Eh, it should be fine," Tasha shrugged. "Probably. If anyone can convince someone your throuple is 'normal,' it's probably Sabrina."

"Yeah," you said, not really thrilled at needing to obfuscate the truth but knowing it wasn't your stuff to spill even if she was a friend of all three of you. "So I needed to clear out for a bit, and Sabrina mentioned you had an early spot tonight. I didn't realise Mosche was going to be here though, or Iris."

"He's bringing her everywhere, like a little kid with a new puppy or rabbit or something," Tasha groaned, biting the inside of her cheek. "Part of me is like, fuck him and that bitch, but the other part of me is like, 'Run girl! Fly away before he fucks you over!' and I haven't decided which."

"OK, well, here's a question for you," you said. "Did he ever mention something about a guy named Tommy?"

Mosche had not, in fact, mentioned his deceased roommate to Tasha, and now you had both Sabrina

and

Tasha wanting you to dig for new information. She was also snorting with laughter at you having walked in on Mosche and Iris having sex, since you'd walked in on her more than once.

There was applause over in the stage area and that had her grabbing your arm. "I'm up," she said.

"Break several legs," you said and gave her a side hug.

"Thank you, Daddy," she chuckled, then winked at you as you rolled your eyes and sauntered towards the stage as the host for the night took to it and started her introduction.

You went and leaned in the doorway at the top of the couple steps into the sitting area, sipping on your beer and grinning as Tasha got on stage and started her set. She was bright and fun and witty, and you could tell even in the last couple of months she'd really started to find her footing and feel confident on stage. She could weave in and out of her bits, intermixing a bit of crowd work without doing it. No one tried to heckle her, and she kept up the positive energy in the crowd. Maybe she didn't bring the house down, but that was OK. She didn't shit the bed and bomb it, so it was a good set.

She came back to you through the crowd at the end practically buzzing, her grin wide, and she hopped up the stairs and into your arms. "Great set," you said.

"Thanks," she chirped, then pulled you down into a quick kiss. Barely a peck, really. Celebratory. Not even really a hint of sexuality in it.

"Oh," Iris said from behind you.

You turned, one hand on Tasha's back. "Oh," you said.

"Oh," Tasha said as she saw who had spoken.

Oops.

Chapter 583

"Wait, so are you two...?" Iris asked but didn't finish the question.

"Friends," Tasha said, maybe too quickly.

"Sabrina, Gemma and I got close to Tasha this summer," you said.

"Right," Iris said, giving you both a look. More Tasha than you - clearly she was just as conflicted about hanging around her boyfriend's ex as Tasha was hanging around her ex's new girl. "So where is Sabrina then?" she finally asked, with the clear implication of 'Does she know you're here?'

"She's with her sister back at her place," you said honestly. "I'm giving them space to chat a bit tonight, and Sabrina said I should come support Tasha. I didn't even know you and Mosche were going to be here, is he going on?"

"He's... not," Iris said, hiding the start of a grimace. Was that because she thought he should be, or at his choice of 'job' at all? "But it's good for him to put in face time. Not everyone can- Never mind."

Your stomach dropped a little because you could guess the things that Iris had been told about Tasha; the half-truths and messed up shit that would paint Tasha in a bad light between Mosche and anyone else who was jealous of her recent rise in acknowledgement in the scene.

"Not everyone can what?" Tasha bristled.

"Nothing," Iris said, her eyes going wide. She wasn't exactly someone who seemed comfortable with conflict.

"No, clearly you had something to say about why Mosche isn't going on tonight and

someone

else is," Tasha said. You'd heard that tone before, coming from Gemma. She was winding up.

"Tash, honey," you said, dropping your voice to a whisper since the next comedian was starting his set. You scooped your arm around her stomach and tugged her towards the bar.

"I want to know what she

thinks

she knows," Tasha said, letting you guide her but also practically snarling it as she whispered at Iris.

Mosche's new girlfriend didn't answer, she used the opening to scamper away, fleeing towards the washrooms.

"Fucking bitch," Tasha spit, her anger already dissipating into hurt. You grabbed her hand and led her around to the open end of the bar again, holding tightly as she squeezed your hand back. You guided her to sit on a bar stool and you stood between her legs and wrapped her up in a hug, holding the back of her head as she hugged you back and buried her face against your shoulder. "The fucking

bitch

," she whispered harshly.

"She's young," you said.

"I mean

Mosche

," Tasha mumbled into your chest.

"... Yeah, OK, he's kind of a bitch."

"A soppy, soggy, stupid cunt."

"Pick that one up from Gemma?" you chuckled.

She snorted and pulled out of your hug, wiping under her eyes and sniffing hard. "Maybe," she grinned. "Fuck, I was in such a good mood coming off stage and that little idiot ruined it."

"I'm sorry," you said, taking her hands and holding them both low under the bar top. "I don't know what I can do to help."

"You don't need to help, John," she said after taking a breath. "There's nothing you can do to erase what happened, and you and the girls already... softened the memory, and made better ones to help eclipse it. I need to be a big girl and own what I did, too. He convinced me, but I made choices. Bad ones. God, I don't know what I fucking

saw

in him."

You bit your tongue, not wanting to pile on with a 'Neither do I.'

Tasha leaned towards you again and you hugged her. She took a few deep breaths and then shook her head. "Sabrina said you were moving in with her, right?"

"I'm doing my second run after I'm done here," you said.

"OK, so that whole thing isn't going to come back to bite you, at least," she said, then shook her head. "Fuck, and we were being careful and I go and fuck it up at the finish line."

"To be clear, Tash, I choose you," you said. "Once I'm done moving this weekend, I'm never going to talk to Mosche again. I'll keep talking, hugging, and listening to you forever."

She sighed, making a comedic sad face like a little puppy. "Just talk and hugs?" she asked.

You snorted and rolled your eyes, and she broke into a grin as she bit her lower lip. "You're heading back to the apartment to get more stuff, right? Want to get one more quick fuck in before you move out?"

You groaned softly, seriously tempted. It wasn't like Sabrina or Gemma would be mad about it. "Yes, but also no?" you finally sighed. 'Yes, obviously, I want you. No, because of two reasons. Reason the first - for all that I'm kinda done with him, it's still his place and bringing you there is a dick move and I don't want to be a dick. Reason the second - I remind you that the bed belonged to a now-dead man and we don't know how he died."

Tasha narrowed her eyes like she was considering what you'd said. "It's not like we think he died

in

the bed, do we?"

"Literally could have," you said.

She grimaced. "Fine, I accept your reasoning and acknowledge that the no isn't because you don't want me."

You leaned in, almost kissing her, and then remembering you still weren't supposed to be doing that and backed off, making her grin.

"It's fine anyway, I'm getting more of you tomorrow," she said.

"You are?"

Tasha opened her mouth and then looked panicked. "Um, shit. Maybe that was supposed to be a surprise."

"What

kind

of surprise?" you asked.

"A good one, I promise."

Chapter 584

Tasha wouldn't tell you any more about this apparent 'surprise' that Sabrina was organising for the next day. You were damn sure it wasn't going to be another sex-fest - at least not with Emma around. But then, it

was

Sabrina... No, she wouldn't.

Tasha still decided to leave with you, not wanting to stick around knowing that Iris was almost definitely going to tell Mosche about seeing the two of you kissing or after what the petite girl had almost said about her. The two of you headed outside and took a walk down the block, Tasha looping her arm with yours much like Sabrina would. In the end, you stopped and both called for an Uber, and then she grinned up at you and kissed your chin. Then she licked your lips playfully, her eyes gleaming in the streetlights.

You groaned, sliding your hands from her waist to her ass, letting your fingers slip into the back pockets of her jeans. "You're still trying to convince me," you said.

"No, I'd never do that," she chuckled, then tilted her lips up a bit more to ask you for a kiss. You gladly gave it to her, slowly making out on the street corner and losing sense of time until her Uber showed up. She left you with a wink and a grin, blowing you a kiss before closing the door.

"God damn, why am I letting her drive away?" you sighed. You were hard now. But the same reasons you had to say no in the club were still true.

Your ride showed up a couple of minutes later, and you were off to the apartment.

With Iris and Mosche still at the club, you had no reason to worry about just walking into your own home - fancy that - and getting to work on packing the last of your stuff. Once you had it piled by the door of the bedroom, you looked around at all the things you were leaving behind. The stuff you'd been living

around

for the last four months, thinking you were occupying someone else's space.