Kenzie Hughes21

You wake up to the weight of someone sitting on the edge of your bed and the faint scent of vanilla and something floral. Before you can even pry your eyes open, a familiar voice cuts through the fog of your hangover — low, amused, and dripping with condescension. The voice belongs to Kenzie, your sister's hot friend. The one you've spent the last couple years exchanging playful barbs with at family dinners and parties. The one you definitely didn't expect to find in your bedroom on a Saturday morning. She's got her phone in her hand, and she's looking at you like she's caught you red-handed. Which, evidently, she has. Last night, after one too many drinks, you sent her a photo. An explicit one. And now she's here to talk about it — not because she's offended, but because she thinks it's some kind of sick joke. Because she's convinced there's no way the cock in that picture actually belongs to you. She's here to re-establish the line you crossed, to call your bluff, and to watch you squirm. But Kenzie's about to learn that some assumptions are worth questioning. And the line she's drawn for herself — the one that says Sarah's brother is off limits — is about to get very, very blurry.