152. Chapter 152

Kara has a tendency to walk in on people having sex.

Which is unfortunate for her, because there are only so many times she can gasp and back up and furiously adjust her glasses in horror, in mortified embarrassment, in why did I even open this closet door why did they even build this closet and why would anyone ever have sex in this closet what is it about this closet anyway.

She’s used to averting her eyes and she’s used to covering her face and she’s used to stammering and trying not to make eye contact with people as they tuck in their shirts and stumble through explanations and it’s not what it looks like, when in fact it always is exactly what it looks like.

But when her key scrapes the lock to Alex’s apartment and she steps into the living room, Alex and Maggie don’t jump apart, because they don’t notice her.

Because Maggie is bent over the side of the couch and Alex’s jeans are around her ankles and she’s wearing briefs with a dildo coming out of them, a dildo that she’s pushing carefully, raggedly, hard, into Maggie from behind, and Maggie is screaming her name and Alex is moaning and her hands are gripping Maggie’s hips and pulling her closer, and she’s kissing Maggie’s naked back and she’s moaning and Kara gulps, because she’s never been so confused.

Because it’s her sister, her very gay sister and her sister’s very lesbian girlfriend, but they’re fucking with a strap-on and part of Kara wants to cover her eyes and never open them again because it’s her sister, but the other part of her wants to see more, wants to learn more, because girls can do this together, too, girls can love this as much as Maggie sounds like she’s loving it? And why is Alex asking what Maggie’s color is, and what does green have to do with how hard Alex is fucking her and what –

“Shit, Kara!” Maggie swears, and Alex swears louder, and Alex takes care to slip gently out of Maggie’s body before yanks up her jeans roughly, and Maggie grabs at her discarded t-shirt and tugs it over her head, pulls her boyshorts back up, shifts uncomfortably, turns and sits on the ledge of the couch she’d just been bent over, just been fucked over, and waits for Alex’s cue on how to handle.

Alex runs shaking fingers over her face as Kara splutters, as Kara backs up, as Kara stammers out apologies and adjusts her glasses and offers to leave and she’s sorry, she’s sorry, she’s sorry.

She looks close to tears and Alex heaves a sigh and pats the ledge of the couch next to her, next to Maggie.

“It’s okay, Kara, you – it’s okay.” Her voice is distant and just a bit strained, but Maggie’s got her hand on her knee and it eases her tension, it eases her embarrassment, it eases the internalized shame she’s still working through.

Kara hovers in place for a moment and Maggie takes a try. “It’s all good, Little Danvers. Not like we put a sock on the door or anything.”

“No, no,” Kara protests, not looking at either of them as she adjusts her glasses furiously, “I should have knocked, or called, or – ”

“Kara,” Alex sighs again, and steps forward to take her little sister by the shoulders. “This is new. For both of us. You’ve never had a reason to knock before, to call before. It’s new for us both, okay? We’ll figure it out, we’ll work out a system, okay? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Kara freezes and Kara fidgets, because she knows something the other two don’t.

“What is it?” Alex asks, because Alex knows that look.

Kara squirms and sighs and surrenders, because she knows Alex won’t let it drop until she tells her.

“I… I… I didn’t walk in two seconds ago. I mean I wasn’t being creepy or anything, I just didn’t know girls were allowed to have sex like that, or that gay girls liked sex like that, and then you were talking about colors and I didn’t understand but you both seemed like you were enjoying it so much and I was just curious because whenever I’ve walked in on straight people having sex they never seem that into it, not like you guys, and I was thinking about girls and I was thinking about what if I wanted to go that with girls and I just froze and I promise I wasn’t being creepy, I mean, you’re my sister, I – ”

Alex is frozen and Alex is slow to process her sister’s breathless rant, so Maggie hops down from the couch’s ledge and takes over for her.

“Hey, hey, Little Danvers, it’s okay. It’s okay if you want to do this with girls, it’s okay that you were curious, it’s okay that you have questions. Maybe you and I should talk about it when your sister’s not around because it looks like you sent her into shock – ”

Alex pffts and Maggie kisses her nose and Alex blushes and Kara smiles and finally looks Maggie in the eyes.

“It’s okay, Kara. Everything’s okay. Alright?”

Kara nods softly, tearily, and reaches for Alex’s hand. Alex takes it and Kara smiles.

“I’m sorry I interrupted,” she says in a small voice.

Maggie sighs softly and Alex moans slightly. “Yeah, we really do need to figure out a system.”

“Well, I don’t know about you two, but I’m super hungry for… some reason. Pizza and potstickers?” Maggie suggests with a devilish grin, and Kara jumps up and down and Alex rests her head on Maggie’s shoulder with a smile.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re the perfect girlfriend?”

“Aw, Danvers, I can’t be, cause that’s you!”

“Oh boy, this is getting more embarrassing than walking in on the whole sex thing.”

Alex laughs and Maggie orders pizza and Kara eats, new thoughts spinning around her mind and beginning to alter the fabric of her life.