Escape (TF)

"No way...you're not serious," Kenny slowly shook his head,

Kennedy's eyes slyly narrowed, "You know what I'll do if you refuse. You wouldn't want Claire to learn about everything, now would you?"

"You know she'd be just as upset with you as she would be with me, this is a bluff. You're not making me make another mistake with Claire," Kenny finished with a newfound firmness in his voice.

"Suit yourself," Kennedy shrugged, turning her head towards the kitchen, "Claire!" Kenny eyes sprung open and he jumped forward, cupping a hand over her mouth.

"Yeah?!" Claire called back as Kenny's wide fearful eyes stared back into Kennedy's dangerously calm ones,

"O-Okay. I'll do what you say, alright?" Kennedy raised an eyebrow, even with her mouth covered, Kenny could see the smug smile on her face, "Fix this..." Kenny pulled his hand away and Kennedy sat up with a content sigh.

"Yeah, Kenzie?!" Claire called out again,

"Could you make something for me too?! I'm starving," Kennedy smoothly replied and Kenny breathed out in relief, slumping back against the couch,

"Oh yeah, sure, no problem!" Claire sweetly replied and with that Kennedy scooted closer to Kenny,

"Okay, good, you remember where we stand again," The blonde grinned as Kenny looked back at her in disgust, "Aw look at you, so angry, so mad..." Kennedy teased, "Quit being a baby. You want this anyway,"

Even if it was futile, Kenny had to keep trying; there had to be a way to get this girl to leave him alone. "You keep saying that but I fucking don't," Kenny sharply retorted, "I am not attracted to you Kennedy. I don't like you, end of story. I'm only fucking doing this because I have ****,"

Kennedy laughed, "Oh my God, that's such a lie," Kenny felt the girl grab his hand again, leading it back to the hem of her pants, "You are so attracted to me. You're dating my twin. You saying that you don't like me, means you don't like Claire," Kenny's body tensed as Kennedy let out a slow exhale, leading Kenny's hand under her panties and to her shaved mound, "Now touch me..."

Kenny all but flinched as he felt his middle finger come into contact with Kennedy's slit. The blonde girl let out a soft moan; leading it down further, letting his middle digit slide between her firm lips, coating it in her hot sticky juice for the very first pass. He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could just ignore the feeling of Kennedy making his finger rub up and down the length of her slit, "Fuck, that's so much fucking better...mhm, your fingers so much rougher and bigger..."

"Can you not talk?" Kenny asked back, reluctantly taking over control to rub Kennedy at the speed she had set,

"What? Want me to talk a little higher like this?" Kennedy grinned, increasing the pitch of her voice to match Claire's normally plucky tone, "Does that make it better? Is the illusion complete for you now, Clark? Can you finger me happily like this?" She finished with a joyous giggle that only made Kenny's skin crawl.

Kenny frowned, "Stop that, I already fucking hate myself, I don't need you making it any worse," Kennedy rolled her eyes but lifted her hips, pressing her cunt harder against Kenny's finger, letting it tease her snug entrance,

"Why do you have to be such a fucking dick about this?" Kennedy sighed, spreading her legs open wider, "Can't you just finger me like any other man in the world? I know you like it."

"For Godsakes, Kennedy, just shut up." Kenny finally growled out, "You're not Claire. You're never going to be Claire. I don't want to touch you like I touch her because I don't fucking like you," Kenny started to rant, but in doing so his finger began to rub harder and faster. Kennedy blissfully shut her eyes, gripping onto the couch with a grin, "I don't care that you look exactly like your sister; it's not the looks I'm talking about. You're fucking terrible. Claire is warm. Claire is sweet. She knows how to be kind to people, she respects people unlike you who thinks everyone is beneath them," Kennedy rolled in her bottom lip and lifted up again, helping aim Kenny's finger at her clit, "It's you as a person, I don't like, Kennedy. Your personality makes you an ugly person. Get it?"

"Uh-huh, and I'm really gonna cry about that later," Kennedy rapidly replied in an uncaring tone following it with low growling moan, "Fuck, put one in me...I need to feel it inside," Kenny stared back at the blonde, his shoulders slumping in defeat and disbelief over his face,

"God, seriously?" Kenny groaned back, "Can't we just stop? After everything I just told you?"

"Ssh, don't ruin it," Kenny brought a hand up, wrapping it around Kenny's back, hanging onto him, "Come on, put it in, Clark...finger me,"

Kenny's hand twitched. Damn it, how did that not work? I insulted her, I've resisted every push, I even straight out called her ugly, and nothing...fuck. Kenny hesitated for a few long seconds before letting out a low exhale ans curling his middle finger, slowly sliding it into Kennedy's snug, wet hole. The blonde's head dropped back and she breathed out a long, content moan. Kenny's brow slowly raised, and his cock twitched. Jesus Christ...she's so fucking wet...and hot...a-and tight. I'm barely doing anything to her but...it's getting to her so much. Kenny unconsciously admired, leaning forward just a few inches. Kennedy bit down hard on her lower lip and grabbed a tight bundle full of Kenny's shirt while he continued to pump his middle finger, marveling on just how tightly her cunt was clinging to him.

"Fuck, Clark...mhm, that's fucking perfect...God that's exactly how I want it," Kennedy cooed, her whole body pleasurably writhed and squirmed with each full pump, "G-God, put in another...b-but slow, just be slow."

Kenny pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and plunged in his ring finger alongside his middle, this time with ease. Kennedy squirmed in the cutest way, her whine went high as she adjusted to the size, but the flushness on her face told him everything he needed, she loved it. "The way you're acting. What? Never been fingered before?"

"Don't be stupid, of course I have," Kennedy growled with a shudder, but Kenny didn't believe her for a second. "I-It's just been a while since I had someone take care of me," Kenny smirked, hooking his fingers and pressing them in deep, earning a gasp, "Fuck, yes, now you're getting it." Kennedy slyly moved her hand around from Kenny's back and pressed it against his crotch. "Now..."

Kenny's smirk faded, he glanced down and then looked back at Kennedy, swiftly pulling away. What the fuck is wrong with me?! Was I just getting into it?! No! You're doing exactly what she fucking wants idiot! Damn it, why am I like this?! Kenny internally berated as he pivoted his hips, attempting to deny Kennedy, "C-Come on, just let me -- finish you or whatever. You don't really have to touch me,"

Kennedy narrowed her eyes, "I want to touch you, and I believe we just agreed, I get what I fucking want right now or you pay for it." Kenny frowned but moved back towards the girl who grinned, "Much better."

The teen turned his head, only robotically working his fingers in and out of Kennedy, and trying to ignore that the blonde was actively tugging at his belt. However, after close to a minute, Kenny couldn't help but look down at the low panting girl. Her face remained flush, her body was trembling, but despite whatever pleasure Kenny was still giving her, the only thing she was focused on was his belt. Her small fumbling hand couldn't seem to get it undone no matter what she tried, "Do you...even know what you're doing?" Kenny asked, unable to stop a genuinely amused smirk.

"Shut the hell up, of course I do," Kennedy snapped back, though for the first time, Kenny saw a rush of red forming on her cheeks. Kennedy kept her head tucked down and yanked on Kenny's belt harder, "I've done this tons of times, your belt is just -- Ugh!" Kennedy sat up, "You fucking do it, it's stuck, and it's pissing me off." Kennedy hissed, "And ruining my mood," She tacked on shutting her eyes while putting her hand over Kenny's and instead, focused on riding his two invading fingers.

"Sure, whatever," Kenny reached down and with a simple flip, let his belt open. In a flash Kenny felt the blonde's hand back on him, this time fumbling with his button and zipper until both were undone. "Should I be impressed?" Kenny dryly teased,

"You should shut the fuck up," Kennedy fired back, bringing her hand down into his pants, pushing it through the opening of his boxers.

Kennedy pulled his cock into the open, squeezing it tenderly and gave it a few pumps. As much as he liked it, that was enough of a wake-up call for the teen to try and stop everything once again. Kenny's hand shot out, grabbing Kennedy's wrist, forcing her jerks to stop, "Enough, this shit has already gone too far,"

"I don't think so," Kennedy leaned in closer, "We've barely done anything..." Her sultry tone caught him hard, it was different, it was...inviting.

"You know that's bullshit, Kennedy," Kenny hissed back, finding himself suddenly leaning in closer as well, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly tone, "What's happening is wrong,"

"Really wrong," Kennedy whispered in agreement, she was so close now her breath was tickling Kenny's face, "It's so bad, and horribly wrong...I really am just terrible aren't I?" Kenny felt a pleasurable chill ride down his spine as Kennedy smiled at him. He shouldn't have liked it, he knew that, the fact she was still finding any kind of joy in this was despicable to say the least, but...Kenny couldn't **** himself to feel anger anymore, a sensation of desire was replacing it all second by second. "But isn't that why you like me, Kenny?"

"You're just -- I can't even --" Kenny stammered over his words while Kennedy tilted her head, staring back at him with the most expectant look he'd ever seen. Her brow was slightly raised, her soft pink lips parted, and her hand gave his cock a tender squeeze. "I fucking hate you." Kenny finally finished but the final insult was only followed by him thrusting forward, grabbing hold of Kennedy's head with his free hand and jamming his lips against hers.

Kenny felt lightening bolts firing through his body, his heart was slamming harder than ever, but he couldn't help himself, it was as if his body was acting on it's own now. He released the hold on Kennedy's wrist which took no less than a second to resume it's strokes. Soft hums and moans escaped through the breaks of their ferocious kiss but just as quickly as it started, Kenny's brain took by control, and he yanked himself away, "N-No," His eyes were dazed, but he pulled back, "What am I doing?"

"What you want to do," Kennedy purred back,

"God, no." Kenny yanked away and got up, "No, no, no, no..." He just barely fixed his pants and stumbled out of the room.

"Clark, where are you going?" Kennedy barked out, but as he rounded the corner a sorrowful look flashed over her face, "Kenny, what the fuck?" She whispered under her breath.