Revenge of the Wildcat

Prologue

Hello, darlings. I'm trying again...I've been just boucing about writing different things. But, I've taken down my last one and am trying this one. Tell me what you like...I just felt like writing something almost...dark, you know? >.< Likewise, I'll be uploading the prologue and chapter one, only because the prologue is so short. Well, hope you like it! 

There is some sex scenes in the beginning, which are somewhat detailed for the sake of the plot. If you are uncomfortable, you may skip to the next chapter.

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Prologue

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    Doesn't first love always hurt the most when it ends?

    I, for one, am sure of this. How so, you may ask.

    Perhaps, watching my soon-to-be ex-boyfriend fucking my sister would give you some clues.

    I watched discreetly from behind the ajar door.

    I watched as his hard, sturdy biceps clenched hard as his entire tanned skin glistened with beads of clear sweat. I could see my very sister's eyes rolling back in pleasure as she meant him in full with her own upper thrusts. I could see the two naked bodies joined together, in a way him and I should have been.

    Perhaps, I had been too naive. Or maybe, I should have expected this outcome.

    Standing frozen by the door, my gray eyes watched as the moans grew louder, the thrusts coming together at a faster pace. My sister came first, her disgusting blond hair tangled against wall as she panted. He continued to shoot in and out of her until he gave a low grunt and came as well.

    I watched the scene play out, as he pulled his penis out with globs of cum and vaginal juices slicking its skin. They both panted heavily as they bathed in the afterglow.

    My heart, in its fragile manner should have shattered to pieces. Yet, there I was, standing behind the door looking at the scenary of the play that should have been my own. No, instead of broken...it seemed to have shriveled up. I could not feel anything; my body completely numb. The hairs on my neck stood erect as I slowly smiled.

    It was naughty smile; pulling the corners of my lips into a malicious shape, full of cruel glee.

    It was time to break this nice little party.