Madison wants on her sister

Madison looks up at you, eyes rimmed in red, tears still streaming down her ruined face. She’s trembling, but there’s something strange in her gaze that intrigues you.

“You… you think you’re so hot now, huh?” she spits when she finally finds her voice. “Christina was right about you. You’re still the same pathetic loser you've always been.”

You lean down, letting your shadow fall over her. “This pathetic loser just had his cock down your throat, Madison. Worse to your sister.

Her nostrils flare. “You think this is the first time Christina’s been on her knees?” Her words are a little slurred, her chin still glossy and sticky. “She’s had every guy at school, you know. She bragged about it. She keeps a fuck list in her phone. Bet you wouldn't even be in the top 50.”

"Well," you say, the gears turning in your head and your cock hardening again already. "Maybe I should go back in there and teach her a lesson."

Madison's mouth twists in a snarl. “You wanna really get to her? I can help you. She’s been a bitch to me my whole life. If you want to ruin her, you need to do better than just fuck her in the ass.”

You blink. She’s serious. Christina’s little sister, begging you to help destroy her own flesh and blood. There’s a wild, vindictive light in those crystal blue eyes, and you know she means it.

“What’d you have in mind?”

She swallows, breath trembling. “She’s got this… thing. A sex diary. She doesn't know I know about it. But she records everything in there. Every cock she's ever sucked. Every fantasy she's ever had.” Madison’s voice cracks a little, but she keeps going. “If you want to hurt her, you have to get to know her.”

Suddenly, your straightforward plan for **** seems like child’s play compared to what’s possible. Madison’s eyes go hazy, like she’s already picturing it.

“Go on,” you say, eager to hear more.

“You could use her own kinks against her. She wants to be ruined. Let's see how much she likes when it's her least favorite guy in the world. And… let me help.”

There’s something almost electrifying about Madison’s bitterness. You can see the years of second-fiddle, little-sister rage simmering underneath, ready to detonate. You like this plan. You like it a lot.