Movie Night

Karlee knocks, arms full of cardboard boxes. Their parents split. She finds Charlotte alone, sprawled across the couch in cut-offs and a sports bra. They watch a slasher flick, popcorn between them, the room lit only by the screen. Charlotte flinches, hides her face. Karlee teases her, voice low. The moment stretches. Charlotte clicks the remote, reaches back, settles her head on Karlee’s lap, staring up. Their eyes lock. She sits up, catches Karlee’s mouth. Surprised, but fast, Karlee answers: "Do it again." Charlotte hesitates, then leans back in, slower this time, tongues meeting. Karlee’s hand fists in Charlotte’s hair, pulling her closer. She shoves the popcorn bowl off the couch; kernels scatter across the floor. They taste salt on each other’s lips. Charlotte’s palm slides under Karlee’s shirt, fingers tracing the edge of her bra. Karlee bites her sister’s lower lip, hard enough to make her whimper, then shoves her back against the cushions. She drags Charlotte’s shorts down her hips, teeth scraping over flushed skin. Charlotte gasps, opens wider. Karlee drops between her sister’s knees, tongue tasting warm skin before finding the wet heat at the center. Charlotte moans, hand pressed to the back of Karlee’s head, hips lifting. They move against each other like they’ve been hungry for this since before they were supposed to want it.