Greta watched her writhe on the bed, and the first whimper shot through Greta like a bolt of lightning. She thrust her hips and felt the orgasm gather like a storm, rolling through her slowly at first, then striking with full force. She didn’t know how she stayed upright as it rocked her and was only vaguely aware of the sounds that her pleasure tore from her.

When she could move again, she flopped on top of Carys and buried her face in Carys’ neck. “Oh my fucking god.”

“You wanna go for one more?”

“Um? Yeah?”

Carys draped herself over Greta and handed her the Magic Wand.

They held it together and Greta spread her legs and let the toy rumble through her orgasm-primed flesh. For a moment, it was too much, then she pressed it to her opening and felt the vibrations in a whole new way. It happened fast. This orgasm was quiet and gutting, pulling her into the dark as stars exploded behind her eyes, and she buried her face in the pillow.

When Greta returned to earth, she found Carys watching her with soft eyes.

“Wow,” was all she could find to say.

Carys smiled and brushed her hair back. For glorious minutes, Greta luxuriated under Carys’ touch until she slowly surfaced. Carys smelled sweet and vibrant, and Greta wished she could stay here forever, being stroked like a favored pet. Then her stomach growled.

“Are you hungry? I’m hungry,” Carys said.

Greta’s stomach growled again and she groaned at it.

“I’ll grab us something,” Carys said with a smile and a squeeze of Greta’s knee.

She wrapped herself in a seafoam-green and cream dressing gown patterned with cranes and swept out of the room.

“Where,” Greta said to the spangled ceiling, “the fuck am I.”

She let herself drift on the sea of satisfaction and relaxation but was yanked from it by the ring of her phone. It was Adelaide.

“Hey,” Greta said, stretching luxuriantly.

“Dude,” her twin said. “You’ve gotta be the tiebreaker. Sadie wants to turn Mom and Dad’s photo book into a video, but I think the book is better. Tillie likes both, obviously, and Maggie doesn’t like either.”

“Well, I’m not there, so I’m not gonna be able to help turn it into a video. If Sadie wants to do it, I don’t mind. Not like she has anything better to do.”

It was Sadie who answered. “What a refreshingly mean thing to say. Oh, wait, you’re always like this.”

Greta cringed. “Oops. Hey, Sadie. Addie, let this be your one millionth reminder that you have to tell people if they’re on conference.”

“You’re not! You’re just on speaker. Sorry.”

“Same point!”

The door opened, and Carys walked in. Greta mouthed Sorry and pointed to her phone. My sisters.