[M4F] The Billionaire Had Everything She Wanted… Except Her Sister’s Boyfriend - Kylie Jenner

Kendall and Kylie shared everything growing up. Their Clothes, their bags, their shoes. There were no secrets between them, doors left open, no lines between them both. It was always them, against the world, sure their family had their back, but they grew to rely on each other. When there was another faux media storm, and their mother was putting out a fire she had probably set, it was always your sister you went to.

Your real sister. You grew to rely on her. There was nothing you didn’t know about her, boys, girls, sometimes at the same time. Kendall has moved through this life a lot more carefree, could get up in one country, and fly to another and party all night with no stress, no responsibilities. Nothing to tie her down. It was the only thing you envied about her life, apart from her height, and her legs, and well now, what she was now sleeping beside every night. Or not sleeping beside.The man currently staying at Kendall’s place. The one you couldn’t get out of your mind.

At first, it was just idle curiosity. All very innocent. Sure he was hot, objectively. A man that your sister seemed to like more than you. That had you intrigued. A glance you held too long. A laugh that lingered in your ear. He had a way of relaxing you. Listening to you like no one had before. You found yourself staying later with them, one extra glass on wine, then two. Or making unscheduled stops just to check in. listening to them fuck before ringing to announce you were calling in. Then it became something sharper, hungrier, more feral. Maybe you were more alike than you cared to admit. You felt something growing for him. The way he moved, the way he looked at Kendall like she was the only person in the room, and now it lit a fire in you that logic couldn’t put out.

And then you heard the confessions.

“He’s incredible, Kylie. Like. Fuck. The way he, just, takes control, and what he’s working with, he’s a fucking adonis.” Kendall’s voice had been low, smug, a little drunk on whatever memory she was replaying, but her eyes were wide, her legs tight together. “We’re still open, you know? If the right person comes along, the way he makes me feel, he could fuck Kim and i wouldn’t care.”

A pause. A glance. A smirk that wasn’t just a smirk.

You knew that look, you knew that look very well. It wasn’t an invitation.

It was a challenge.

And God, you ached for it as much as she did.

You told herself it was just a craving. She justed wanted me to sample him, didn’t she, to make sure it wasn’t just her? One taste, one night, and she’d be satisfied. Reassurance from her sister. She deserved that much, didn’t she? You deserved that much too. After always being the responsible one, the one who held everything together while Kendall ran wild?

So you did what you did best, you planned it perfectly.

Kendall was out, some party, some premiere, it didn’t matter. You slipped into a dress that clung like a second skin, the kind that made men forget their own names. Looking like this you didn’t even bother with a convincing excuse. “Forgot a bag.” “Needed to borrow something.” It didn’t matter.

All that mattered was him.

The door opened. His eyes darkened.

And you smiled.