"Mateo!" Rebecca called for me from downstairs. A second later, the front door slammed shut. I knew I shouldn't have let her have a key to my house. Before Emma, it hadn't been a problem; I'd never brought home someone before.

"We'll be right there!" I yelled back and winced when I registered that I'd said "we" instead of "I." I guess the cat was out of the bag now.

Rebecca grew quiet; she'd probably gone to the kitchen to steal food from my fridge. She was always on some diet, a different one every season, and never had any junk food at her place. Whenever she was here, she couldn't help herself to the temptation that was my fridge.

"Shit, I wasn't prepared for this. I thought meeting families wouldn't happen if I'm honest." Emma whisper-shouted, looking mildly panicked–if mildly meant seriously, that was.

"It can happen," I shrugged, a little amused watching Emma freak out. Even if I hadn't planned for this to happen, I liked the thought of Emma meeting my family–or at least, my sister. My father could go to hell for all I cared.

I didn't have a walk-in closet or something fancy like that. All I had was a wardrobe, although it was big enough to fit both my clothes and the ones I bought Emma.

Walking to the closet, I opened Emma's side first and picked out a simple, everyday outfit, along with underwear. "Here, put this on," I ordered, knowing she still had a thing for us buying her stuff.

Her submissive side reacted before she could think twice. I nodded to myself, pleased by her obedience. I'd given her a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt, and they looked perfect on her.

"How did you know my size?" She asked, puzzled by how good they fit.

"From the clothes you borrowed from my sister," I answered as I dressed in equally casual clothes. Emma had worn my sister's pants the last time she slept over. They had been a little tight on her, so I'd gone up a couple of sizes when I ordered her clothes.

When we were both presentable, I grabbed her hand and squeezed. "Relax, gorgeous. Rebecca is easy to impress," I winked and lead the way downstairs. As we walked, I noticed Emma walked a little strange, like she'd been fucked hard the day before–which she had been– and I could see her making an effort to walk more normal.

I hadn't been wrong. When we got downstairs, Rebecca was standing by the stove, cooking French toasts.

Emma's hand was still in mine, and I could feel she was growing clammy. It was kind of cute, really, how nervous she was to meet Rebecca.

"You know it's rude to just lock yourself in, right?" I asked by way of greeting.

"Why did you give me the key if you didn't want me to use it?" She countered, turning around to face us, a spatula in hand. Her eyes went immediately to Emma, and a smile spread across her face. "Mateo, introduce us," Rebecca demanded.

"Emma, this is my sister, Rebecca. And Rebecca, this is Emma, my–a friend of mine." I almost said something I shouldn't have, but I caught myself before I did. The worst part was, it wasn't submissive, I almost said.

My sister offered a hand to Emma. "It's really nice to meet you. I haven't met any of Mateo's female friends before."

Emma smiled shyly and accepted the hand, shaking it firmly. "It's nice to meet you too." She didn't comment on the latter part of Rebecca's statement.

Grabbing Emma around her stomach, I moved her to me, hugging her from the back. Rebecca noticed what I did but only smiled. I wasn't good at pretending around her, so I figured there was no use to try to anyway.

"It smells good. Did you make some for us?" I asked.

"I'm not done yet; I still have more to cook. How many do you want, Emma?" Rebecca turned her focus towards the food, taking toast off the skillet and placed uncooked ones back in it.

"Could I have two?" Emma sounded so shy; it made me realized she'd gotten more comfortable with the guys and me. It was hard seeing the changes she'd made until I was reminded about how she acted the first time we met.

Our girl was growing more confident around us, and nothing could please me more.

"Of course, you can. Mateo, get your girl something to drink and set the table," Rebecca was always fond of bossing me around. She was the only one who I allowed to do that. Not even our countless nannies were able to get me to do anything I didn't want to. My sister, though, I listened to her.

Respect went both ways; if I wanted Rebecca to respect me, I had to do the same in return. I always strived to be the best brother she could have, and if I needed her to listen to me, I had to let her know I would also listen to her.

"Do you guys need help with anything?" Emma asked as she fidgeted with the hem of her tee-shirt.

"Sit down, gorgeous, and relax. We'll manage just fine." I winked.

It didn't take long until we all sat down for breakfast. Rebecca talked non-stop about a summer job Father had made her work at. She wasn't like me. I had cut him out of any decision making about my future ages ago. However, she still wanted a relationship with him. I got that; everyone wanted to have a good relationship with their parents, but sometimes it wasn't meant to be, even if you tried hard to make it work.

Father was the definition of a heart made of stone–nothing could penetrate the hard surface, not even his kids.

"–Everyone was afraid of even looking at me wrong like they thought I was going to run to my dad and tell on them. Damn, I'm so sorry about my rambling. I love to talk. Mateo can attest to that," Rebecca laughed. "So, Emma, tell me about yourself. What do you do?"

"There's really not much to tell. I work two jobs, and I'll be starting school again soon," She answered. "I'm kind of boring."

"Nonsense!" Rebecca said. "Having a life without any drama sounds peaceful, but definitely not boring. How did you guys meet?"

Emma looked over at me, screaming for help with her eyes.

"We met at a bar, and we hit it off straight away, didn't we, Emma?" I smiled, remembering our first meeting, her pressed against me, and her ass grinding on my dick as we watched a scene. I'd been afraid I was coming on too strong, but it seemed like Emma had liked it.

"That's so cute. Which one of you made the first move?" My sister was practically vibrating with curiosity, which was understandable.

"I did," I answered. "I couldn't possibly ignore the prettiest girl in the room, now could I?"

Rebecca kept asking questions, and I answered as close to the truth as I could. She had no idea that I was a dominant or what kind of club Callan had. Even though she was close to Jennifer, she knew nothing. Jennifer had signed a confidential agreement before she was interviewed and accepted for the job.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Dad wanted us to do an early dinner today a six," Rebecca informed me, and I suppressed a sigh. I hated having dinner with him because, in his world, dinner meant business. He never wanted family time unless it gained him something–I just wondered what it was this time.