Free Taylor Made Owens by R.D. Power

to me, and this is all yours.” He remained mum. Jennifer continued, “Well, let’s see if I can change your mind then.”
    Kristen heard his breathing change and knew what was coming. Isn’t it amazing how it’s men who have them, yet women are the experts with them? (Hey, that might be the stupidest query of all time except maybe for, “In retrospect, do you think we erred in bringing that wooden horse inside the gates?”) His gasps culminated, then faded to the inaudible. Kristen was so upset she felt sick. But Jennifer had misplayed her hand, finding his desire had suddenly plunged right after it had peaked. “Now are you ready to make a commitment to me?” Jennifer asked.
    “No,” he replied decisively.
    “Why not? I’m willing to give up all other guys for you. I love you, Bobby.” He said nothing. She redoubled her efforts. After a few minutes of kissing and caressing, Jennifer declared, “I want you. I’m going to give you my virginity to show you how much I love you. Be gentle, okay?”
    He’d never done this before either, so he knew nothing other than approximately where to put it, but he nodded eagerly. She lay on her back and welcomed him with open arms—and legs. He clambered on top of her and entered so excitedly that she gasped in pain. He spent the next twenty-seven seconds in paradise.
    Crestfallen, Kristen ran home. Jennifer sneaked in an hour later.
    The Taylor and Owens genes had a natural, overpowering affinity for one another and were desperate to intermingle; their bodies were merely following their cue. But whereas Owens’s body was willing to grant both Taylor girls unfettered access to his genes, each Taylor body was less magnanimous, insisting on exclusive access to the Owens genes; selfish things. Their competition over him would taint their relationship for the rest of their lives.
    Kristen wouldn’t talk to Jennifer the next morning at the kitchen table. “What’s the matter?” her cousin asked. She wouldn’t answer. “You’re upset that I took Bobby from you last night?” No answer. “I hate to tell you this, cuz, but I’m in love with him and I think he feels the same.” That prompted a response.
    “No way, cuz. He’s incapable of loving anyone, and I’m sure he doesn’t trust you after that disaster on the school bus.”
    “Stop living in the past, Krissy. You’re just jealous he chose me over you. You heard him. He thinks I’m the most beautiful girl in the world. To him, you’re just a cute kid. He said that to me.”
    “To him, you’re just a slut.” Her jealousy simmering, Kristen was one calorie short of a full boil.
    Jennifer supplied the heat. “Well, all I know is I felt truly loved last night. Four times!” In reality, it was only the once, for she was tender after her first time—and, anyway, he’d passed out—but she had to reciprocate for the calumny.
    “Get out of my house!” Kristen screamed.
    “What’s going on here?” said Lisa as she entered the kitchen. “You two are fighting? What’s the problem?”
    “Krissy’s upset that Bobby picked me over her. She’s kicking me out of your house.”
    “Krissy. I’m surprised at you,” Lisa reprimanded. “You know Jenny is always welcome here. I know he’s an attractive boy, and we owe him a lot, but try not to let him come between you two. You’ve been best friends since birth.”
    “He doesn’t need the two of us to come between. Just her!” Kristen said. Jennifer turned beet red. Lisa gawped at Jennifer, suspecting what Kristen’s remark imported, and Jennifer’s hue seemed to confirm.
    “Young lady!” Lisa yelled after her daughter, but she ran out of the house and up the street. Lisa turned to her niece. Under the inevitable inquisition, Jennifer held firm in denying she’d been that naughty.
    So distressed was Kristen, she decided to go and give Robert a piece of her mind as well. She rapped on his door. The second he answered, she launched into a rant. “It was