I woke up with a wet, dripping ache between my legs.

I moaned as I came to, my hand dipping between my thighs to touch the swollen lips of my pussy. “Daddy,” I muttered, still half asleep.

And then something hit me on the head and I sprang up in bed, my eyes fluttering open and feeling disoriented as heck.

“Wake up, loser!”

My sister was standing in the doorway. Her robe was hanging open, flashing me a view of her tits.

“Ew, cover up,” I groaned, throwing the teddy bear she’d aimed at my head right back.

Instead of doing that, she cupped her tits and stuck her tongue out at me like a slut. I rolled my eyes and pulled the covers higher up around me. The memories of last night came in like a freight train, and I covered myself up to my nose, so fucking scared Amanda would see me blushing.

“Get downstairs,” Amanda said, waltzing into the room and checking out her reflection in my vanity.

It had been years since we’d last shared a room, but she still treated our old bedroom like her property. She strolled in like she owned the place, and I muttered something under my breath when she grabbed a bottle of my perfume and sprayed it between her tits.

We looked identical, everyone told us so. And we didn’t even fight it.

Some twins at our high school did everything in their power to look different, so nobody could mistake them. Amanda and I didn’t even bother. Even when we tried, there was inevitably a person who would get us mixed up. We were both tall and willowy, with small waists and small tits but a big butt which I hated, and Mandy loved. She used it to her advantage, and I despaired about its size daily. We had long brown hair, thick and full. Brown eyes, exact same shade, the same sprinkles of amber surrounding our irises.

Once, when we were home alone, we’d gotten drunk on our mother’s bottle of Bailey’s, and almost fell over laughing when we discovered we shared a mole on our right butt cheeks, too. That was a fun night. But the times we whispered secrets to each other over stolen Bailey’s and cigarettes seemed like a long time ago.

These days, Mandy was more interested in the opposite sex than her twin sister, and I felt miserable because of it. I was so attached to her. I was popular because she was. I got attention because I looked like her. Everyone thought I was the more innocent, kinder version of Amanda, and I was totally fine living that way. But lately, it felt like she’d been pushing me away.

And I knew, of course, that she was Mom’s favorite. It wasn’t hard to notice that. Not only did they have the same demeanor – confident and well aware of their outer beauty – they loved spending time together, even when I wasn’t involved. I’d caught them giggling over things too many times to count, and every single time it happened, it hurt more.

I was never close to my mother. And now it felt like my sister had replaced me with Mom as her confidante. I’d never felt lonelier than in those months before Levi came to live with us.

The connection I’d formed with my mother’s husband was strange, but instant.

He was a reader, like me. He used to bring me books upon books from his personal collection, when most of it was still packed up in cardboard boxes when he moved in. He spent hours upon hours helping Amanda and me when we had trouble in math class. He was so attentive, so sweet. I think, on some level, I had a crush even way back then.

But I’d never admitted it to myself, and I never would have made a move… But he did.

My body shivered when I remembered his mouth on it. The way he’d kissed me, his mouth hot on my skin, his teeth digging into my flesh. He’d taken my virginity, and even though I knew it was so very wrong, I didn’t want to change it. Not for anything in the world.

“Hello, earth to Kendall,” Amanda called out.

“Yes, I’ll go downstairs,” I said grumpily. “Would you mind giving me some privacy?”

“I’m your sister, you freak,” she rolled her eyes. “I’ve seen you naked a thousand times.”

“Yeah, a thousand times too many,” I muttered to myself, waiting for her to leave, but she didn’t.

Instead, she sat down next to me on the bed and kissed my cheek, just like she used to when we were younger.

“What’s up, Kenny?” she asked me. Her eyes were worried as they sought out mine, and I worried she might realize what had happened the previous night.

The evidence of it was right under her nose. Right under the sheets that covered my naked body.

“Nothing,” I said dismissively. “I think I’m just having an off day. I feel grumpy.”

“Grumpy old thing,” Amanda giggled, smoothing down my hair. “Come on. Let’s go have breakfast. Maybe Mom and Levi won’t scream their heads off at each other today.”

I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks, but thankfully she’d already gotten up and made for the door.

“It’s pancakes today,” she said happily, then winked. “Last one down’s a rotten egg.”

I smiled to myself as she disappeared down the hallway, then put one foot on the floor. I hid my naked body with the sheets and walked to the closet, pulling out some of my favorite pajamas. I wasn’t going to get dressed up for him. I wasn’t going to fall into that trap. He’d made it perfectly clear what happened between us was never going to happen again, so I was going to treat him the same way I always had.

I dropped the sheets to the floor and bent down in front of my closet to get some underwear.

“Kendall, you need to…”

I stopped in my tracks, covering up my exposed parts and turning my head towards the door.

Levi stood in the doorway, his eyes wide and his hands forming fists at his sides.

“Kendall,” he said again, his voice rough. “Come downstairs, your mother’s waiting.”

I dropped my hands, because I felt like a bitch. And after the way he’d treated me last night, I wasn’t going to let him make me feel less important again.

“I’ll be there,” I said coldly.

He didn’t stop staring. Staring so blatantly at my tits, at my sore little pussy. He didn’t even attempt to hide the lust in his eyes, just drank my body in like it was a piece of meat.

“I’m not for sale,” I told him with a hiss, and he grinned at me, taking a step towards me. “Stop staring or I’ll have to charge you.”

My voice was shaking as he approached me. I froze on the spot. My body shaking when he touched a finger to my nipple, roughly tweaking it into a point.

“Now, Kendall,” he grunted. “Why the fuck would I buy you, when I can get a taste for free?”

I hissed at him as he pulled on my nipple. He stretched out the tender skin until my voice turned into a needy, desperate little moan, and then he laughed in my face.

“We’re going to have fun,” he told me with a grin. “A lot of fun.”

“No,” I practically begged, and he let go of my nipple. My tits bounced and he licked his lips as he stared at me.

“Go downstairs, Kendall,” he said again, and this time, his voice was rougher. “And put some fucking clothes on.”

He turned to leave and I pouted as he slammed the door shut on his way out.

I’d show him.

* * *

I walked into the kitchen, already hearing them arguing from the hallway.

Mom was bitching about something or other, and Levi was snapping at her. Amanda was standing at the stove, flipping pancakes so clumsily most of them ended up being a total mess.

“Morning,” I said cheerily, walking into the room and sitting on a barstool as if I didn’t have a worry in the world.

“Kendall,” Mom snapped at me. “God, would it fucking hurt you girls to put some actual clothes on?”

“What?” I asked, pulling my shirt over my thighs. “Levi got me this last year.”

“You’ve obviously outgrown it,” Mom muttered to herself before turning her attention back to my stepfather. “You’re going to be late for work if you don’t get a move on, Levi!”

He was still looking at me though. The shirt was from his business trip to New York, one of those cheesy ‘I heart NYC’ ones, and it barely covered my butt. I knew if I leaned down just a little bit, my panties would peek out. If he wanted to play games with me, I was more than willing to play along. Levi thought he was in charge here, but I had my own aces up my sleeve, and my body was one of them.

I turned my back to him and hugged my sister from behind. She smacked me with the spatula, leaving a blob of pancake mix on my nose. I hopped up on the counter and used my finger to get it off and lick it up.

Levi came up to me, his eyes fucking furious as he opened the cutlery drawer. He gave me a challenging look, making me move my legs, and I quickly checked to find my mother fully engrossed in her newspaper and my sister frowning at the pancakes.

Then, instead of pulling my legs to the side, I spread them as wide open as I possibly could, pulling the drawer open for Levi and giving him an innocent look.

“Fork? Spoon?” I asked him, my fingers touching the cool steel of the cutlery. “What do you need?”

He hissed and grabbed a knife from my fingers. The words he whispered in my ear came so suddenly but felt so damn exciting.

“I should play with you using this as punishment.”

A whispered promise against the shell of my ear, and then he was gone, and my legs snapped back shut.

I got off the counter and Amanda loaded my plate with burnt pancakes.

Well, to be fair only half of them were burnt.

The rest were so raw they were still a bit runny.

We all sat down to breakfast like one big, fucking fake family.

Mom didn’t look up from her paper, and Levi didn’t look up from his phone. Amanda rolled her eyes and got her own out, and I just sat there and miserably sliced my pancakes into tiny pieces. Nobody said a thing, and the room was quiet and boring. My mind kept replaying the events of last night, and I wanted to hate Levi, hate myself for what had happened… but I couldn’t quite bring myself to do it.

“Well, I’m off,” Mom said with a heavy sigh, barely looking at any of us as she got up and left a kiss on Amanda’s forehead.

It always hurt a little when she acted like that, like Mandy was her only daughter. I never mentioned it though. I wasn’t brave enough.

I watched my sister drown her pancakes in maple syrup while Levi followed Mom outside. I heard them arguing in the hallway, and for the umpteenth time, I wondered how long it would take them to get that damn divorce already. Of course, I already knew the answer. Not for another four months, not if my mom had anything to do with it.

Levi and Mom had signed a prenup before they got married.

We were never poor. Mom had a great job since we were born, and she only spent a few months with us as babies before returning to it. We’d never known our father, and we were both fine with it staying that way. Mom used a sperm donor, because she always said men weren’t worth the trouble of a relationship. I didn’t know what category that put me and Mandy in, but once again, I was too afraid to ask.

Then Levi came along.

And he wasn’t just well-off, he was rich.

The car he drove was flashy, and so were his clothes. Mom told us his watch cost tens of thousands of dollars, which made my mouth drop and made Amanda look at our new stepfather with even more interest. He lavished us with expensive gifts, always. It was only when he and Mom had a terrible fight about us using him that I asked Levi to stop. And while he still bought Mandy designer bags and clothes, he gave me different kinds of presents.

A book he enjoyed.

The NYC shirt.

A Build-A-Bear I was much too old for but still slept with every night.

I thought the gifts were more meaningful than Amanda’s, and I always thought he secretly liked me better. I would never brag about it, though. Just knowing it was enough for me.

But while Levi’s business kept booming, Mom’s slowly felt off a cliff.

I didn’t realize we were having money problems until I heard them fighting, and by then, the whole thing was doomed anyway.

And now, I knew what Mom was trying to do. We all knew.

The prenup stated she wouldn’t get any money off Levi if they got divorced before three years were up… And we all knew Mom was trying to bide her time. She needed that money. We all did.

I wasn’t sure how Levi felt about the whole thing, and I wasn’t about to ask, either.

But when I heard the front door slam, I still got up and walked into the hallway, forgetting about my sister who was texting one of her boyfriends.

Levi was leaning against the hallway wall, and in the cool morning light, his hair looked grayer than ever before.

I kind of liked it.

“Hey,” I said softly.

When his eyes snapped to mine, I tugged at the hem of my shirt self-consciously. So much for being confident.

“Are you going to be okay?”

“Aren’t I always, baby girl?” he grinned at me. “You know I’ll be just fine. I always am.”

“I’m sorry,” I muttered. “About the way she acts.”

“It’s okay,” he shrugged. “I haven’t exactly been an angel either.”

I remembered the rumors. What my sister told me. Levi fucking girls left and right when Mom wasn’t looking. Levi in my room. Levi inside me.

“No, I guess not,” I whispered.

We stood there awkwardly before he peeled his body away from the wall and walked up to me.

Right away, my skin felt like it was on fire. And when he pressed his palm against my cheek, I only felt it more intensely.

“You’re blushing,” he told me roughly, and I kept my gaze firmly fixed on the floor. “Beautiful baby girl, so pretty when you blush like that for me.”

“Lev–” I started, but my words trailed off into nothing. “Please, don’t.”

“I already did.”

I could feel him grinning, and I wished I could hate him for it.

“Look at me,” he ordered, and I shook my head no. “Come on, Kendall. Eyes up.”

I looked up and wished I hadn’t. His eyes were gentle, sweet, caring. They were nothing like the night before.

“We’ll be alright,” he promised me. “It’ll all work out. Do you believe me?”

I shook my head again.

“It will be,” he said, sounding so certain I was almost tempted to believe him for a second. “I’ll sort this whole fucking mess out, and then I’ll be off. I’ll get out of your lives, I’ll let you be, baby girl.”

“Don’t.” I wished I hadn’t sounded so pathetic. “I don’t want you to go.”

“What do you want?” he demanded, and I felt tears pricking my eyes.

I felt ashamed. Like a little girl who can’t keep her emotions at bay. He wasn’t even my father. He was… just Levi.

My Levi.

He was always mine. Mine and Amanda’s more so than our mother’s.

“I want you to stay,” I said. “I want you to fuck me again…”

He moved his hand to my hair and tugged on it.

“Please,” I whispered. “I really want you to fuck me again.”

“Please what?” he asked softly.

“Daddy,” I managed to get out. “Daddy, please.”

His fingers trailed a line down my spine and I shivered when he reached my ass and cupped it. My butt bounced for him and he grinned to himself with dark intentions when it did.

“You just focus on being happy,” he told me.

“I’m not happy when you’re not,” I confessed, and he grinned even wider.

“Good girl,” he said. “The happier you make me, the happier you’ll be, baby girl.”

His hand snapped back up, wrapping around my throat. I didn’t make a sound, just looked up at him with wide, adoring eyes.

“Kiss me,” I begged him so needily, but the ache between my legs was too much to feel embarrassed. “Kiss me, Daddy. Kiss me please.”

“I can’t,” he groaned, his free hand reaching up, his thumb hooking in my mouth.

I opened wide for him.

He looked into me, inside my mouth, inside my body.

“Can’t you open wider?” he asked gently, and I shook my head as well as I could. “Oh, baby girl. We’re going to have to stretch that mouth too, aren’t we?”

He chuckled to himself, let go of me and walked out the door all in a matter of seconds.

And then it was just me in the hallway, and my soaked, trembling thighs.

Until I looked up and found my sister standing there, her eyes searching mine.

“K-Kenny?” she asked.