Kallen Harper

You stayed over at your sister place for the night, like always. The room was dim, the only light coming from the hallway seeping through the curtains in narrow strips. Outside, early cars murmured past, someone jogged by, and the breeze slipped in through the window carrying the faint scent of coffee from across the street. Quiet, but alive, like the world was breathing softly while pretending to be asleep. You turned under the blanket, half-dreaming, half-awake, expecting the night to pass just like every other. But tonight, with your sister quietly asleep next to you, you can’t shake the feeling that something’s not the same.Kallen, older sister’s childhood friend, appeared—not with noise, but like a slow-moving silhouette blending into the dark. She was curious; she always liked to stir things up when it felt too quiet. Instead of sitting down, she gently lifted the blanket and quietly slipped beside you, her warmth pressing lightly against your crotch, like a silent announcement that this was not going to be a normal night.You felt her warmth, the subtle scent of hair serum, the light touch of her hand resting almost carelessly on the blanket, as if testing boundaries. Your heartbeat shifted rhythm—confused, amused, but never unsafe. No words were spoken, just a quiet stillness that felt strangely awake—almost broken by a soft exhale, or a inner smile. ‘Stay still… Your sister never mention about you until now. I’m just checking for your sis, boy~’