Ok, I'm going to try really hard not to get too intense in this chapter… wait! I'll post two versions, one with *stuff* and one without stuff. This will be with *stuff*.

I've totally forgotten about disclaimers, but seriously? Nobody thinks I'm Erin Hunter (she's actually four people).

WARNING: This version is rated M for the *stuff*, so if you'd prefer not to read don't. The other version will be posted shortly.

Leah fell on her back onto Brandon's couch. He fell on top of her, smushing her boobs. Leah tried not to gag as he kissed down her neck. I can't believe Sky likes this, she thought. But she had to stick to her plan, so she let him slobber over her. She attempted enthusiasm, but when that failed, settled for forcing out the occasional moan or grunt, twitching weirdly because she could not muster the courage to kiss back. He worked his way down. Leah had already decided that shirtless was way, way too far to go, so she was glad when he stopped at her cleavage.

"Be right back," he said, brushing he chest as he stood. Leah gave him a hopefully flirtatious smile.

In his kitchen, Brandon was excited. He was close to getting this chick, he knew it. And her tits were way bigger than her sister's. They probably bounced better underneath him too…

He grabbed some clear, tasteless alcohol and some water, putting them separately into two glasses. He held the alcohol himself, a smart choice. When he sat down, Leah had unbuttoned her shirt a bit. If only he could get his hands on those tits…

Leah, smiling sweetly, reached for his glass, knowing the trick. She did not know that she had been outsmarted. The glass Brandon offered her was water, and the one she drank was a powerful alcohol. She was slightly tipsy in minutes. Brandon went to work on her shirt.

"Whatcha doin'?" She slurred. "Tryin' to get my boobies?" She cupped her breasts and shook them. "Can't catch 'em," she said.

Brandon leaned over and pulled her shirt off her shoulders, then down her waist until she was spread in her bra beneath him. Her breasts spilled out over her bra and begged to be touched. Brandon reached forward to undo the strap, but Leah blocked him.

"Not until… you get your dick out," she said, pleased with her request.

"Not now, babe. It'd scare you," Brandon boasted.

"Why?"

"I'm so big, babe, you wouldn't let me inside you," Brandon cooed to his sex toy. Wrong words. Leah was jolted out of her haze just as he slipped a hand under her bra.

"Stop!" Leah gasped, pulling away. Brandon was stronger, and got in a few good squeezes before throwing Leah down.

"No," he growled. "You're my bitch now." He thrust his hips into Leah's, grinding painfully. She bucked and he gasped, and she was out, pulling on her shirt, down the hall and out the door to Skylar's waiting car. Poor Brandon was robbed yet again of a beautiful, half naked girl. How he wished he had Skylar back.

Once in the car, Skylar hopped out. "Ok, bye Lee," she said. "Hope I helped."

"You did," Leah said, still disturbed by Brandon. "But be careful, Sky. He-" She shuddered. "He touched me, drugged me. Are you sure he's the right…" Skylar was gone, into Brandon's house.

"…guy?" Leah whispered, hearing Skylar's moans as they had make up sex. She rubbed her own sore breasts and hoped beyond hope her ploy would work.

(A/N: Now I really want to write about their make up sex. Is that ok? I mean, I don't want to start in the middle of a story but...)

Skylar gasped as Brandon thrust into her. He was big, bigger than she could comfortably take. She screamed as he grunted. She was up against the wall, held in place by Brandon, her legs spread wide as he wildly fucked her. Her screams turned to short yells and then moans as Brandon forced all ten inches of himself into her tight core. When he felt as if he were coming, he nodded at her, and with fluid practiced movements he slipped out of her and sprayed his cum into her mouth and over her petite breasts.

"You should get a surgery," he said.

Skylar looked hurt. "For what? You said I was the best fuck in town."

"Was. Your sister's boobies… well, you can't compare. If I had I choice, it would be Leah I'm fucking now."

This enraged Skylar. She dropped to Brandon's erect cock. "Well, can that slut do this?" the blowie she gave was amazing, awe-inspiring, incredible. When Sky had drunken Brandon's cum four times she stood up.

"Yes," said Brandon, "she can."

Skylar was furious. The sex that went on in that house was crazed and animalistic, just the way Brandon liked it. He bit her tits, clawed at her vagina until she screamed, and brought such pain that even one thrust made Sky shriek and cry and beg for an end. He'd relentlessly abuse her until she was insanely pleading for harder, and rougher, and faster, and by one in the morning Skylar had been knocked up 32 times. Her vagina was bleeding, her skin was raw, and her boobs would scream in pain if even touched lightly. Yet when she came home that night, beaten and bruised, all Leah could think was that if it had been Corbin instead of Brandon, she would've volunteered her body- and her virginity- in an instant.