New York.
Inside the Jenner's home.
Our little Kendall was undergoing an interrogation.
"Look at this, look at this—who do we have here? Isn't this my beautiful little sister?" Kim Kardashian teased.
Off to the side, Kylie Jenner, who'd just finished her homework and come to join the fun, complained, "Hey, I'm the family's little sister."
"Shoo, shoo—go play over there. Adults are talking; kids butt out." Khloé Kardashian pushed down on Kylie's head, shoving her aside, then plopped herself right where Kylie had been sitting.
"Hmph, bullying the little one. When I grow up, I'll get you back." Kylie Jenner glared indignantly.
"What did you say?"
Kourtney Kardashian's voice rang out from behind Kylie, startling the girl.
"Nothing, nothing at all—I'm gonna go watch TV." Kylie bolted.
Kourtney Kardashian stared after her in confusion. "What's with her? She looks like a scared little bunny."
Khloé Kardashian pursed her lips. "Don't ask—bet she was talking smack about me behind my back."
"Alright, alright, cut it out. I need to grill Kendall here."
Kim Kardashian pointed to the sofa. "Go on, sit right there."
Kendall Jenner glanced at the spot between Kourtney and Khloé, then stubbornly said, "No way—that's too cramped. I don't wanna."
"Hmm?" Kim Kardashian hummed warningly.
Kendall was most afraid of her second sister. Seeing that stern face, she caved immediately.
"Fine, fine—I'll sit, I'll sit. Hmph!"
The girl said the wimpiest words in the fiercest tone—utterly adorable.
Once Kendall was sandwiched between Kourtney and Khloé, Kim Kardashian sat across from them on a single armchair and started the questioning.
"Kendall, how was the trip to Martin's little island? Have fun?"
"Oh, it was a blast—I almost didn't want to come back."
Kendall's face lit up with excitement.
Kim Kardashian let out a jealous little huff under her breath, then asked, "So, what'd you guys do?"
"What'd we do?" Kendall shot her sister a puzzled look, then ticked off on her fingers. "We swam, went jet skiing, sailed, fished—oh, and cliff diving. Super thrilling."
"Anything else?"
"Yeah, um, let me think—barbecues, hiking, snorkeling. And Martin taught me how to parasail."
"Wow, you two had a colorful few days." Big sister Kourtney Kardashian said enviously.
"Makes me wanna go play too. Hey Kendall, next time tell Martin to let us hang out on his island!" Third sister Khloé Kardashian echoed, just as envious.
"Stop, stop, stop," Kim Kardashian shot her sisters a displeased glare, then turned back to Kendall. "I mean, what'd you do at night?"
"At night? Oh, we watched movies, played poker, stargazed from the rooftop with a telescope—"
"Stop!" Kim Kardashian couldn't take it anymore and cut her sister off. After huffing a few deep breaths, she glared. "Okay, straight up—did you and Martin sleep together or not?"
"Sleep? Uh, no!"
"What?!"
The three Kardashian sisters gasped in unison.
They all stared at Kendall Jenner in disbelief.
Kim Kardashian: "No way!"
Kourtney Kardashian: "You're lying!"
Khloé Kardashian: "I don't buy it!"
"For real—Martin said I'm still young. If I wanna be his woman, it'll have to wait a bit."
"Young my ass—you're turning seventeen soon." Kim Kardashian fumed. "Don't lie to us. We're family—tell the truth."
"I'm telling the truth—we really didn't do anything." Kendall Jenner gazed at her sisters with innocent eyes.
"You really didn't do anything?" Kim Kardashian studied her sister's expression, starting to believe her.
"No way—does that mean Martin's got issues down there?" Khloé Kardashian said skeptically.
"Nah, I think Martin's just got his own moral code. His prowess down there is legendary—otherwise, all those women around him would've bailed ages ago. I heard he once went full stud mode at a party, leaving Jack Nicholson, Leonardo DiCaprio, Matt Damon, and the rest totally stunned... Ah, I'd love to experience Martin's stamina—it'd be insanely satisfying..."
As she spoke, Kourtney Kardashian's eyes glazed over with longing, her tongue instinctively licking her lips.
"No way!" Kim Kardashian stared at her sister in frustration.
From the intel she'd gathered, Martin wasn't the type to sit pretty without making a move—he was a total playboy. How could he resist touching Kendall?
Was it because Kendall wasn't sexy enough?
Kim Kardashian eyed her sister—perfect face, perfect chest, perfect long legs, but... hmm, maybe because her ass wasn't big enough?
If I had Kendall's delicate features plus my killer curves, would Martin go for me?
Kim Kardashian started daydreaming too.
Kendall Jenner watched her three zoned-out sisters, secretly sighing in relief, then timidly asked, "Can... can I go now? I wanna take a shower."
"Yeah, yeah—go on." Kim Kardashian waved her off absentmindedly.
Kendall dashed away.
That night.
The three Kardashian sisters left the Jenner house, each with their own mixed feelings.
Kendall Jenner burrowed under her covers, replaying that evening's chat with her sisters in her mind, then fished a black phone out from under her pillow.
It was a custom iPhone Martin had given her, with top-notch security—no worries about eavesdroppers.
The girl dialed a familiar number—Martin's.
"Hello!"
Martin's warm voice came through, instantly relaxing her.
"Hello, Martin—my sisters asked just like you said they would, about whether we did that thing."
"Ah, and how'd you answer?"
"I denied it, like you taught me—with that fake innocent look. It worked great—they all bought it. Hee hee."
"You did awesome, my little angel."
"Really? I think so too. How're you gonna reward me?"
"A reward, huh? Haha, easy! I'll give you orders over the phone—you do exactly as I say, and I'll give you a fun late-night session."
"Really? How fun?"
"Like that night we had."
"Hee hee, bring it on!"
The girl waited eagerly.