"So did you two have sex?"

Disgust written all over the fifteen year old's ivory features, Emily turned to face her sister. "No. Why? You fantasizing about it?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Jordan grinned to her older sister, nudging at her with her shoulder. "Your guy is hot."

Emily couldn't fight the grin spreading across her face at the words. Peeling the skin of her orange away and throwing it to her plate, Emily nodded. "Yes he is." Looking up at the sound of footsteps coming into the kitchen, the teenager bit her lip. "Good morning mother."

The Ambassador paused for only a moment to look at her two daughter's before continuing over to the other end of the kitchen. "Girls."

Jordan rolled her eyes as she watched her mother told the maid who was dusting one of their antiques to get her a glass of brandy. "A little early for scotch, isn't it?"

"No darling, I don't believe it is."

Sharing a smile with her older sister, Jordan leaned her elbows on the shining granite. "So mom, I have a question."

"Elbows off the counter, Jordan Lynn."

Emily bit her lip and kept her eyes down on the piece of fruit she held, knowing what trouble she'd be in if she were to burst into laughter like she wanted to.

Jordan hopped off her stool and followed her mother around the kitchen, her hands clasped behind her back, mimicking the stance she and her sisters were taught to stand in when they were much younger. "Say if I were interested in a boy. What would you do?"

Straightening her shoulders, the Ambassador continued to sip her brandy.

"Would kissing be acceptable?"

Elizabeth held in her sigh before turning and making her way out of the room.

The fourteen year old ran after the mother of five and didn't even try to hide her laughter. "When's the appropriate age for sex?"

Taking a piece of her orange between her lips, Emily finally looked up. Mornings in the Prentiss household were never fun. Or afternoons. Neither were evenings nor the night time.

The place sucked all the time.

Emily took her fruit from the table and made her way outside, squinting as the sunlight hit her dark eyes before she sat herself down in one of the poolside chairs, looking to her side to see her eldest sister with a drink pressed to her lips. "You look like mom," she chuckled.

"Shove it."

Giggling as she chewed on a piece of orange, Emily shook her head. "What are you drinking anyway?"

"A mojito," the seventeen year old grinned. Glancing to her sister through her designer shades, Adrianna held her drink out to her. "Try some."

Emily traded her fruit for the alcoholic drink, her lips wrapping themselves around the straw and sucking.

"Wow," Adrianna nodded, watching as her little sister tried the drink. "If you're anything like that when you're sucking on your boy's cock then your relationship is definitely gonna last."

Feeling repulsed by the words coming from the older brunette's mouth, Emily handed the drink back over to her. "What is it with my sisters and sex? I don't get why it's always on your guys' minds."

"Because it's fun."

Emily's dark eyes flickered to those of her sister, waiting until she finally set her sunglasses at the crown of her head before she spoke. "I don't want to sleep with him. Is that bad?"

Adrianna frowned. "You don't want to sleep with him, or you don't want to sleep with anyone?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "But sex just isn't the first thing I think of when I think of a relationship."

"Good. It shouldn't be."

Emily scoffed, throwing her orange down on the small table between them. "You always make it sound like it should be though! You and all your stories about Maddie or Angie, or that idiot Matt guy who tried to fuck you up the ass."

Adrianna just grinned at the memory.

"See? Do you see what you're doing?"

The seventeen year old sighed before setting down her drink, turning in her chair just enough to face her sister a little better. "Ok I'm sorry, but sex is nice. I like sex. That doesn't mean that it's something that everyone else has to do."

"But it doesn't feel good all the time, right?" She had heard horror stories about the act back in boarding school.

"No it doesn't," Adrianna admitted. "But it can take a while to find out what you like and what you want to do in the situation. For instance," she grinned, running her hands over her tanning body, "if someone nips at my hipbone, I'm totally theirs."

Emily frowned. "Your hipbone? Really?"

"Everyone's different."

Looking up at the sound of the back door opening, the fifteen year old smiled to her favorite maid. "Hi Lisa."

"Emily, there's a boy here," she grinned excitedly.

Emily was quick to jump from her seat, grabbing her shoes from the biggest of their front closets before sprinting out the door. "Get in the car!" she laughed, barely letting him kiss her on the cheek before she pushed him away. "If my parents see you then we're dead."

Aaron got into the driver's seat and locked the doors, glancing into the rearview mirror to see a woman staring out to them from the front door. "Is that your mom?"

"No that's Lisa," she grinned. "She'll cover for us."

Once they were down the road and officially out of sight, Aaron slowed the car down just enough to lean over the gearshift and press a small kiss to the fifteen year old's lips. "Good morning," he smiled.

Emily grinned against his lips. "I have a question."

"Shoot."

The brunette fastened her seat belt and stared intensely at the older teen. "Have you ever had sex?"

Gulping as quietly as he could, Aaron felt himself begin to grow nervous. It was going to be a long day.