Ryan's Suspicion

Rachel was fucking someone. Ryan knew it. He could hear her. He was jealous, for some reason he couldn't explain. Perhaps because they were twins and they had such a strong bond. Perhaps because he was so protective of her. But hearing her getting drilled was driving him crazy, and he needed to know who it was.

No cars outside, so not someone visiting. Surely not Douglas -- no, he was working in his office room in the home. Maybe a neighbor? And then he saw it, a pair of Mira's panties scrunched into the closet in the hallway across from her room. Rachel -- a lesbian?

He had to know. He took out one of the hairpins from the bathroom, listening to the pounding on the other side of the door. They'd be oblivious to this, he thought, quickly picking the lock and opening the door .... and feeling his jaw drop.