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This was so unlike all those times before when I listened to Levi fucking girls none of us knew. This was my sister, this was Kendall, and for the first time ever, I was insanely jealous of her, because for the first time, she had something I didn’t, and I couldn’t stand it.

I wanted to steal Levi from her.

Sick thoughts of getting rid of my sister filled my mind as I brought myself to another orgasm. My limbs were flailing, my pussy desperately latching onto my fingers as I fucked it. I wanted it to be me in there so fucking badly. I wanted him to be fucking me, not my sister. I hated her for being the one he’d chosen.

I stopped counting after the second orgasm. Instead, I just kept my ear pressed to the door and my fingers firmly in my pussy, fucking it with such force it felt like I was tearing myself apart. God, I wanted it to be Levi. I’d never wanted anything more than that.

And then I heard him stop fucking her, coming again inside my sister this time, and gathering his clothes. I heard her whimpering and begging for him to keep going, and I heard him making her swear she wouldn’t touch herself. The things he threatened her with if she did made me come one last time.

I heard him approaching, and I barely managed to move away from the door and take my fingers out of my cunt when he opened the door.

Levi took one glance at me, sprawled on the carpet in the hallway and with my panties around my ankles. I didn’t even bother to cover up my pussy. I fucking wanted him to see it, see the landing strip I’d shaped my hair into in hopes that he’d see it one day.

He glanced at me and gave me a filthy grin that made me blush to the roots of my hair.

“Nasty girl,” he said roughly, shrugging on his jacket and leaving me a mess on the floor.

I heard the door of his study close behind him and I picked myself up on shaky legs, trying to find my footing. The door of Kendall’s bedroom was left ajar, and I only hesitated for a moment before peeking inside.

Kendall lay on her back, the sheets pulled haphazardly around her body.

“Kenny?” I asked timidly, and she pulled herself up on her elbows and stared at me.

It felt strange seeing her like that, her naked form visible through the sheets. But I still approached her, thumbing the hem of my dress nervously as I looked down at her in bed.

“Are you okay?” I asked gently, and she shrugged, her eyes wild and dancing around the room. “You look weird.”

“I’ll be fine,” she told me in a rough voice. “Just a little… shaken, I guess.”

I stared at her before climbing into bed next to her.

She pulled the sheets around and I lay on my side staring at her. She looked… different. Her face was flushed and she couldn’t look me in the eye. I wished I didn’t hate her for it, but I did. Jealousy reared its ugly head and I could barely manage to look at her.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked her. “Why are you sleeping with him?”

“I don’t know,” she muttered back, turning her face into the pillow, probably so she wouldn’t have to look at me. “I don’t know, okay? He came into my room last night and he just seemed so… determined. I couldn’t ward him off. He wanted it as much as I did.”

Alarm bells went off in my head.

“What do you mean?” I asked. “He just came in here wanting to fuck you?”

Kendall raised her head off the pillow and glared at me.

“God, Mandy,” she said. “Do you have to be so crude?”

“Just tell me,” I begged her. “I want to know what happened. What led to this… mess.”

“I guess he just snapped,” she said. “I don’t see any other reason for the way he was acting. It was like something pushed him over the edge. He just came in here and started bossing me around… And I realized I wanted it, too. I couldn’t say no anymore.”

“Last night,” I muttered, and then something flashed through my mind.

The letter.

That stupid letter I’d written, put pretty heart stickers all over, and slipped under Levi’s door.

He must have read it, even though he said he hadn’t.

And he must’ve thought Kendall was the one who’d written it.

But surely he knew by now it wasn’t her.

I remembered the previous night. How I’d snatched the letter away from him, how he’d pretended it was nothing… How his face paled when I told him I’d written it and changed my mind. He realized in that moment it was me, not Kendall, who’d slipped the letter under his door.


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