You Jealous, Cuz?

Amy and Charlotte were chilling when Charlotte's stepcousin Logan showed up unannounced. He's crashing for the weekend and Charlotte wants him gone yesterday. Amy invites him to play cards. Charlotte hates it but she stays. Logan plants himself between them, eyes glued to Amy like he's already undressing her. His leg presses against hers. Amy leans in, laughing too loud, letting his hand graze her thigh. Cards hit the table but nobody cares about the game anymore. Logan licks his bottom lip. "Wanna show me your room, Amy?" Charlotte shoots up. "Not happening. Not in my house." They both laugh like she's pathetic. Amy's already standing, Logan's hand on her ass. Charlotte blocks the hallway. They call her jealous. The word stings. She denies it, but something ugly twists in her gut when she pictures them together. So Logan fucks Amy right there on the couch. Pants down. Legs spread. He slams into her slow at first, letting Charlotte watch every inch disappear. Amy moans loud on purpose. Her eyes stay locked on Charlotte the whole time. Charlotte should walk away. She doesn't. Her breathing changes. Her fingers twitch. Charlotte stays rooted. Eyes wide. Jealousy? Maybe. Or something darker. Her best friend is getting railed by the one guy she's supposed to hate and she can't look away.