Charlotte remained in her reclined position on the couch which made getting her attention practically impossible. You toyed with the idea of climbing the couch but you didn’t have enough confidence in your upper body strength nor endurance, and a fall from that height would lead to at least a broken bone or two. So you remained on the floor, watching your giant sister as she continued to be engrossed in her phone. 

After a while, a knock at the door came. You and Charlotte both snapped your attention to it. Charlotte hopped up from the couch while you made a run for under the coffee table, hoping you’d be safe from the oncoming assault of giant footsteps. You watched as Charlotte answered the door to what you assumed was a friend of hers. This girl was a stranger to you; no friend of Charlotte’s that you’ve ever met, but it wasn’t like you were caught up on her social life. 

The girl had a punky aesthetic to her; short dyed hair, piercings, thick eyeliner, black lipstick and huge, intimidating boots which she took off and tossed carelessly to one side. 

“I like it.” The girl said after taking in the apartment’s vibe. “When you said it was your brother’s place I was expecting a total cave. But it’s nice. Surprisingly clean…”

“Only when people keep their shoes off the furniture…” you said, knowing you couldn’t be heard. At least Charlotte finally took her shoes off too, leaving them next to the other girl’s boots. 

“You think I’d invite you to some gross man-cave?” Charlotte said with her arms crossed and hip cocked. “Give me some credit, Beth!”

Beth sighed, “I guess you’re right. You are the romantic one out of us, after all…” She placed her hands on Charlotte’s shoulders and the two kissed each other on the lips.

The word “Oh.” slipped from your mouth before you could process it. This was a surprise. You had no idea Charlotte was… 

As you reconciled with what you just learned about your sister, the giant women had graduated from kissing to making out. Walking backwards, Charlotte guided Beth to the couch where they fell on to the neatly arranged cushions, sending a couple falling to the floor. One of Charlotte’s legs hung off the side of the couch, her foot planted on the floor for balance as Beth straddled her. 

You turned away. The sights and sounds of your sister and her girlfriend, and their obliviousness to your witnessing of it, made you feel dirty. You wanted to make your presence known; if they knew you were here - and tiny - it would put a stop to any more… ’fooling around’… but what were your chances of getting noticed? It was clear that both girls were far too busy to be concerned with tiny men in their midst. 

Whatever you do, you can’t stay here and watch your sister get ridden on your lovely couch!