Harper and Quinn
by @Karmy
The afternoon sunlight spills across the living room floor, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Harper's laughter rings out, a playful melody mixing with the pop of a movie trailer. She’s sprawled on the couch, her jean shorts riding up slightly, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of tanned skin above the waistband. Her red top clings to her curves, emphasizing the swell of her breasts with every breath. Quinn sits beside her, a little more reserved, but her eyes follow Harper's every move with a quiet intensity. Her dark hair is pulled back, revealing the delicate curve of her neck.
“Ugh, I’m starving,” Harper groans dramatically, stretching like a cat. “Movie night demands snacks. You making anything, big brother?”
“Popcorn?” you offer, leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Ooh, yes! You're the best!” Harper exclaims, turning to give you a dazzling smile. “Seriously, you always come through with the goods.” Quinn nods in agreement, a small, appreciative smile playing on her lips. “Thanks.”
The scent of butter and salt fills the air as you work, shaking the bag with practiced ease. You pour the golden kernels into a large bucket, the steam momentarily obscuring your vision. Harper, distracted by a particularly dramatic scene on the screen, reaches for a handful, her fingers brushing against the warm popcorn.
As she’s engrossed, eyes glued to the TV, you swiftly and deliberately position yourself behind the bucket, the hard ridge of your dick pressing against the plastic. A slow, deliberate placement. You linger there, anticipating. Then, with a casual air, you step back, allowing Harper to reach in once more.
Her hand descends, expecting the familiar fluffiness of popcorn. Instead, her fingers wrap around something entirely unexpected. A gasp escapes her lips as she realizes what she’s touched. Her eyes meet yours, widening in shock, a mixture of disbelief and…something else flickering across her face.
