Kendall’s mouth was gentle as she peppered soft kisses across my shoulders.

I sat on the bed and felt like a very, very fucking bad man.

“Daddy,” she whispered into my ear, and my body stiffened when her breath hit my skin. “Daddy, are you mad at me?”

“No,” I said roughly, but it seemed like the only word I could manage to get out.

I got up from the bed, looking at the floor to my discarded clothes. Jesus fucking Christ, what had I done?

I’d done some questionable shit in my life, but nothing like this. It was fucking insanity.

“Please don’t go,” Kendall whined as I put my boxers on.

I couldn’t even fucking look at her. Because I knew I’d do it all over again with one glimpse of her ripe young body.

“I have to, baby girl,” I muttered so quietly, I wasn’t even sure she could hear. “I have to get the hell out of here, this was not good, this was a bad fucking mistake.”

It felt like time had stood still, and I turned to face her. She was on her knees, her hands placed in front of her over those small tits and her eyes downcast.

“You think…” she whispered. “You think I was a mistake?”

“No, Kendall…” I groaned and rubbed my eyes, trying to find my way out of the fucking mess I’d gotten into. “That’s not what I meant, you know it’s not, baby.”

“Okay.” Her voice was quiet and she wouldn’t look at me. I stared at her, wondering if I should comfort her or just get the fuck away from her. I didn’t want to risk it. I knew I’d already messed up so damn bad, and I needed to get away before I did something I’d regret for the rest of my life. I put the rest of my clothes on and made a move for the door.

“Kendall…” I said, turning to look at her over my shoulder.

“Yes?” Her hopeful eyes shot up.

“Baby girl, don’t tell anyone about this,” I ordered her, and her expression fell right away.

“Of course not,” she mumbled, and I nodded before leaving her room.

I closed the door softly behind me, leaning against the wood with my jacket in my hands. My breaths were panicked, the hallway dark. I tried to breathe and come to terms with what I’d done, but it was proving more and more difficult by the second, because what I’d done this time was truly unforgivable.

I’d cheated on women before. I’d been the bastard they wanted me to be. I’d let them fall for me and then ruined them while I took them. In fact, I fucking lived for it. But what I’d done now… This was truly wrong on so many levels I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to look at myself the same way.

Kendall, sweet, sexy little Kendal… I’d fucking popped her cherry. My stepdaughter begged me to take her virginity and I didn’t need to be asked twice. What the fuck did that make me? I’d never hated myself more.

I made my way down the hallway as fast as I possibly could, and because I couldn’t face my wife just yet, I walked into the study once again.

The letter Kendall had written me sat atop my desk, the paper moving slightly as a breeze blew through the open window. I sat down in my office chair and stared straight ahead of me.

And then I laughed out loud.

At the end of the day, I was a fucking red-blooded, hot-headed man, and one of my biggest fantasies had just come through. And I couldn’t fucking help myself, Kendall was right. She gave me that juicy, peachy little pussy and there was no way I could’ve said no when she offered it on a plate like that. No fucking way I could have resisted.

I felt rejuvenated. I felt like a new man. Suddenly, facing Barbara’s antics the next day didn’t feel like it was going to be the usual nightmare.

I had an ace up my sleeve now.

I fucked her little girl.

There was a small knock on the door, and my eyes darted to the sound. It was the middle of the night. It must’ve been Kendall, and my heart soared with the newfound feelings for my precious stepdaughter. Maybe my baby girl needed to be comforted by her daddy. Maybe she needed a calm voice to lull her to sleep, strong hands to soothe her aching body. Make the pain I’d put there so much easier to bear.

“Daddy?” a voice whispered on the other side of the door.

I was out of my chair and next to it in seconds, creaking the door and letting the light from my lamp paint shadows on the floor in the hallway.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” I asked her gently.

My eyes drank in the girl at my door.

She wore a pink fluffy gown, one she’d chosen with her sister. They had matching robes with bunny ears on them, and they both looked adorable as fuck in them.

“What is it?” I asked again. “Do you want to come in, Kendall?”

Her eyes darkened.

“It’s me,” she said, her voice whiny and thrilling just like it always was.

“Amanda?” I asked, and she nodded.

She barged in past me, and I hated myself for not recognizing my girl’s twin sister right away.

I walked in behind her and all the color drained from my face when her eyes zeroed in on the letter on my desk.

She was next to it before I could stop her. She grabbed the piece of paper and I tried to snatch it out of her hands, but my other stepdaughter was fast and not afraid to dodge me. She slipped through my fingers every single time, her eyes scanning the paper and then glaring at me.

“So?” she said accusingly, and my heart fucking stopped for a second. I was so painfully aware that I was still in just my hastily buttoned up trousers and a T-shirt, even though she didn’t seem to notice.

“So?” I asked, feigning innocence. “What’s up, princess?”

My nickname felt so fucking wrong this time around. I’d always called Amanda that – it suited her perfectly.

She was a spoiled little bitch, and so very obviously her mother’s favorite, perhaps because she was just like Barbara. Sexy, confident and oh-so-very aware of her looks. She was wise beyond her years where men were concerned, and I’d heard more than one rumor circulating about her sleeping with a teacher. Nasty little thing, so unlike Kendall, but at the same time, her doppelganger.

“What do you have to say for yourself, Daddy?” she asked meaningfully, and once again, my face blanched.

“What do you mean?” I asked her, my eyebrows shooting up. “What have you got there?”

“You haven’t read it?” Her bottom lip stuck out. She looked so fucking offended and hurt it almost made me laugh out loud. “This letter, Levi. Did you read it?”

I had no idea what the right answer was.

“N-no,” I finally uttered, and she pouted even more.

“I guess that’s what explains it,” she mumbled to herself, crumbling the perfect letter into a tiny ball.

I wanted to stop her, God, how I wanted to stop her. But if I did, I risked Amanda realizing I had indeed read the letter.

She kept whispering something under her breath.

“What are you talking about?” I asked her. I had to play the part now. “Why’d you crumple that up?”

“It’s nothing,” she shook her head vehemently, refusing to look at me. “Just a stupid little letter, from a stupid little girl.”

My cock twitched and I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t stop it either.

“Let me read it,” I said, teasing her and teasing myself because I was a sick bastard. “Come on, princess. Give it to Daddy.”

Her eyes shot up at me and she glared.

“No,” she said roughly. “I changed my mind.”

“About what?” I asked her, blocking her way out of the room.

She gave me an annoyed look before crossing her arms and leaning against the wall.

“I don’t want you to read it anymore,” she confessed. “Not now. I’m glad you haven’t read it. I changed my mind.”

“Changed your mind?” I repeated. “Anymore? What do you mean, princess?”

“I shouldn’t have written it,” she mumbled.

The world stood still.

“What do you mean?” I asked her again, my voice rough, my cock hard as hell.

“I mean I never should have written this letter, Levi!” she said at the top of her voice. “It was a mistake from the beginning.”

“The…” I could barely swallow. “The letter.”

“Yes,” she hissed. “I shouldn’t have slipped it under your door. Never should have written it. Never should have shown you…”

“You?” I asked her, staring her down. “You wrote the letter?”

She looked up at me. All wide eyes and sweet fucking innocence. No idea. She didn’t have a damn clue.

“Who else could write it?” she asked, fluttering her lashes.

“Nobody,” I said, feeling resigned and scared as hell. “Nobody else, princess. Go to bed.”

“Daddy?”

Her tone was questioning as I raised my fingers to my temples and rubbed at the headache I knew wouldn’t go away for a long time after this.

“Not now, Amanda,” I said roughly. “Come on, off to bed.”

I looked at her again in time to see her purse her lips sulkily and stare me down. Then, she rolled her eyes, stuffed the letter in the pocket of her robe and made for the door. I stood aside and let her pass this time around, watching her leave me, watching her shut the door softly on the way out.

Once I couldn’t hear her footsteps anymore and I was certain she was safely back in her room, I collapsed against the door.

I’d messed up before. I’d cheated. I’d lied. I’d stolen. I wasn’t a good man by any stretch of the imagination.

But never, ever had I fucked up this badly.

I fucked the wrong girl.

I fucked the wrong sister.

I let my needy imagination, my horny fucking dick take over my mind, and I didn’t doubt it for one second. I was so fucking sure Kendall had written that letter, because she was the girl my cock wanted. She was the girl I wanted to taste. The girl I wanted so fucking badly. The thought that it might’ve been Amanda never crossed my mind once. But it was so fucking obvious when I looked at it from a distance.

Amanda was the promiscuous twin.

Amanda was the one who loved teasing.

Who loved older men.

The one who had all those rumors surrounding her.

Amanda was the one who wanted Daddy.

The one who had fucking teased me for years… And I was totally blind to it.

Because I wanted Kendall.

Sweet, inexperienced, virginal Kendall.

And I’d just made a woman out of the wrong fucking girl.

I’d just fucked my stepdaughter.

And now I was in deep.

Because even though I now knew that Amanda had written the letter…

I still wanted her sister.