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Confession: My Sister Stole My Crush So I Took What Was Mine

Revenge is a dish best served cold.

It all started years ago. My twin sister and I were in our final year of school. We were inseperable, at least we were until I made the mistake of telling her about the guy I had a crush on and wanted to take to our prom.

Kayley disappeared at lunch, and by the next class I started hearing rumors that the two of them were going out.

The little snake had heard me out, and then asked him out before I could.

I couldn’t believe my goody little two shoes twin had stolen my man.

I was furious, and didn’t speak to her for weeks. She’d never managed to pin a man down for longer than a few weeks and I figured her and Brad would suffer a similar fate.

Three years later and I’d given up on waiting. Kayley was out shopping and Brad was sitting in the study with my parents and from the square shaped box sitting on the table, I knew what he was asking them.

The old pain of Kayley’s betrayal came bubbling to the surface. She’d stolen my crush and somehow she’d managed to get him to put a ring on it.

When the door to my father’s study opened and Brad emerged with a big old smile on his face, my jealousy intensified.

Kayley had stolen my happily ever after.

As my dad walked him to the door, I had all of a second to make my choice.

“Are you heading our Brad?” I called as I bounced down the hall. “Any chance I could get a lift to the corner store?”

Brad turned, the look on his face told me he was clearly still looking to score brownie points. “Sure thing, Kate.”

I knew he was sucking up, hoping I’d put in a good word to my sister. Little did he know, that wasn’t the sucking I had in mind.

“Back soon,” I called to Dad, as I followed Brad out the open door to his car.

He opened my door like a gentleman, and I slid into the seat.

As we pulled out into the street, I knew I didn’t have much time, so I went for the jugular.

“That was some rock, you must want her pretty bad,” I teased.

Brad tapped idly on the wheel. “I love her.”

“Sure you do,” I said as I leaned over conspiratorially. “But I’m her twin. You and I both know she isn’t letting you past second base until you put a ring on it.”

“Kate!” Brad almost choked as he shook his head in shock.

“Please, your twenty-one Brad. There’s no way you’d be in this much of a hurry to get married if she was letting you play hide the salami on a regular basis.”

“I’m not having this conversation,” Brad replied, but his red cheeks told me I wasn’t far off.

“Blue balls, Brad. You’ve got them bad. That’s what you get for picking the wrong sister.”

He risked a sideways glance at me, and I knew that I had him.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, his curiosity piqued.

I looked him in the eye. “My sister’s vow of celibacy is the worst kept secret in our entire school. But do you want to know the best kept secret?”

He shrugged, trying to play at being nonchalant.

“I could suck your soul out through your cock.” I held up my hand and examined my manicure. “Those blue balls could be gone in an instant.”

“But I’m dating your sister.”

“Only because she found out I was crushing on you and ran off to ask you out first. You’ve no idea what you have been missing out on these last few years.”

“I don’t know what to say,” Brad muttered. “I, uh.”

The poor idiot was speechless.

“Well Brad, as far as I see it. You have two choices, really. At the end of the street you can turn right and drop me at the shops, or you can turn left, head down to Lover’s Lane and I’ll drain you dry.”

“You’re messing with me,” Brad sputtered. “This is some sort of test.”

I reached across the center console, ran my hand along his inner thigh to his crotch until I found his cock and wrapped my fingers around it. “I’m going to make a mess alright.”

Brad got to the end of the street as I started stroking him through his pants.

I smiled as he turned left and headed for Lover’s Lane. By the time we got there, I had his pants unzipped and his dick out. It was a healthy six inches. I’d had bigger but that wasn’t going to stop me from enjoying this.

As for Brad, he wasn’t thinking. He could barely get the car in park as I bent down and took him in my mouth.

He gripped the door handle and the gear stick as he held on for dear life.

I’d made him a promise, and I’m a woman of my word.

The fact I was blowing my sister’s soon-to-be fiancé gave me a thrill, but it was nothing compared to the giddy delight I felt in getting even for her betrayal back at school.

Brad started to throb and I had a decided I couldn’t spend the rest of my life wondering what I’d missed out on.

So, I hiked up my skirt, pushed my thong aside and climbed onto his lap.

“Kate,” he whispered as he pressed against my sex.

I sank into his lap, taking him all in a stroke.

“That’s it Brad,” I whispered in his ear, “don’t stop now. Give it to me.”

His hand slipped beneath my shirt and started fondling me as I ground into his lap.

I knew he didn’t have much left in him, so I teased my clit as I rode him.

“Ahhhhhhhh,” Brad groaned like an animal as he exploded inside me.

“That’s it,” I moaned as I pushed myself over the edge.

When my orgasm finally subsided, I slid off Brad’s lap and into my seat. He was still breathing hard, though I’d certainly done most of the work.

“Wow,” he whispered.

“Like I said, Brad,” I replied fixing my outfit. “Wrong sister.”

I got out of the car with a satisfied grin and walked home. Brad tried calling me a bunch of times, which was strange because he stopped returning my sister’s calls.

I never did call him back, after all I’d developed a taste for better endowed adulterers.

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