Charlotte's VERY good at what she does.

Charlotte settled into the rear set on the opposite side from Imogene. Her face was confident and she lounged with an expression of satisfaction.

"So. Imogene. I want to point out that you're putting me and my girlfriend out as well." Charlotte smiled. "Brent's gonna owe me for talking to his wife. You're going to owe me for talking to my Girlfriend."

"Well, that's not an issue, I'm not trying to break up you and your girlfriend." Imogene laughed.

"You're gonna have to tell that to Helen," Charlotte laughed, her fingers toying with the buttons on the Hawaiian shirt she was wearing. She extended her legs, and I remembered how good she had felt pounding back at me. Damn. I didn't know if my little sister was into women at all, but clearly Charlotte thought she was. "Because she's going to be wondering why we showed up with a girl who looks ready to party."

"I was planning on partying last night! Just expected to change into my other clothes." Imogene shifted again. It was becoming hard to keep my attention on the road, I kept wanting to adjust the mirror and watch the unfolding situation. Imogene on the defensive wasn't something I got to see often.

"But if Brent brought you back to the Cabin dressed like that, how would Kaila react? You already know the answer to that or else you would have changed last night..." Charlotte held up her hand, "My girlfriend is going to react the exact same way. She's gonna think you're looking to get laid."

"So what? You really gonna slut shame me?" Imogene fired back with a quick motion. Ah, now she was back on familiar territory, and was trying to take the initiative.

"Hell no, but if you're going with that, own being a slut," Charlotte replied quickly. It seemed almost like she'd been expecting that response. I realized that Charlotte was a lot more insightful than I had given her credit for. "Were you planning on jumping on the emergency dick too, or is that a step too slutty for you? Are you more the make out with a girl in a bar to get attention type?"

"I don't do it to get attention!" Imogene nearly shouted.

"Prove it." Charlotte leaned forward, shifting so that more of her charms were exposed.

"What?" Imogene sputtered out, her eyes locked on Charlotte. I kept catching flashes in the rear view mirror. Charlotte, leaning forward to whisper something in Imogene's ear. Imogene's mouth opening in shock.

I dragged my gaze back to the road, and heard snippets of conversation as I drove. They were speaking quietly, but the atmosphere was electric. They had moved closer together, or at least, Charlotte had moved in on Imogene, and she hadn't pulled away. The thought continued to cause my pants to feel far too tight. Maybe this would solve all of those tensions that my brain still wanted to torment me with.

And then I remembered that she was my sister, and a lot like me.