He Tries To Get Some Work Done

Kenny swung his feet over the side of his bed and let out a long exhale, his brow narrowed and face tightened as he bitterly accepted that Juliet had gotten the better of him again. "This is so fucking dumb...she has to know that she gets at me...even if she is my cousin," Kenny grumbled under his breath, shaking his head irritably, "But whose fault is that? She is your fucking cousin, you pervert, you can't blame her for not having self-control," Kenny's mind slowly filled with the sight of Juliet's ass turned towards him, the curves of her figure, and slight sway she was giving. "Gah!" Kenny jumped to his feet and begrudgingly moved to his computer, sitting down and clicking through a few folders, "If only she weren't family...the things I could do with her...okay, stop it. You need to get a grip," Kenny pulled open a set of saved videos, a small list of favorite pornos, ones he couldn't leave behind once he found them. He kept the volume low and pushed down his pants, gripping at his dick and hitting the video's play button. It wasn't a proud routine, but it was a routine nonetheless since summer started.

Thankfully, Juliet stayed out of his bedroom long enough for Kenny to take care of business properly. Two used tissues later, the teen was now throwing on a loose shirt and a dirty pair of jeans, forgoing his shower and instead headed towards the garage. Juliet was fast at work in the living room, clearly setting up for her little get-together, when Kenny made his way down the hallway and into the connected garage. "Alright...it may be boring work, but at least this is something worth doing,"

Kenny turned on the garage lights and looked over the rusted-out Gran Torino parked in the right section of the garage; it was Kenny's pride and joy. He lucked out major when he found it nearly eight months ago. The brown-haired teen came across an older man just as he was putting up the for sale sign; on a whim, Kenny decided to talk to him, and the two found themselves in a long deep conversation about the old classic cars. The man told Kenny that he was in the process of restoring it, but after a lot of time and money, it was coming clear that he was never going to finish it in time to enjoy the vehicle. Despite the engine being all but replaced already and some interior work, the man liked Kenny a heck of a lot more than expected. He came to the deal that as long as Kenny promised to finish the project, he could have it for whatever he had saved up. A few thousand dollars later, Kenny was driving home with his new car, and the rest was history.

Opening the door Kenny climbed inside and picked off where he was last time he had been working, some rudimentary upholstery repair. Then, with some music playing, Kenny got right back to work, dumping another few hours of his time into the project, he jumped around to a few other tasks, working on whatever he felt sounded best at the moment. At hour two, however, Kenny decided that he needed to change the oil; it hadn't been changed since the time he got it, which meant it was past due. So the teen jacked up the front of the car and crawled under it with an oil pan, he looked around until spotting the oil drain plug but the second he pulled it out, he let out a shout. A spurt of oil caught him down his face and shirt before finally landing in the pan.

"Oh God damn it!" Kenny exclaimed as he quickly crawled from the car, reaching for a rag to wash his face before the oil dripped into his eye, "Oh real fucking smooth, Ken, real smooth,"

The teen got to his feet and stumbled forward, trying to clean his face as he walked back into the house. As he walked, he could hear the chatter of Juliet and her friend's voices trailing in from the back patio. He would have rolled his eyes, not surprised that no one came to check on him despite his yelling, but he was much more interested in cleaning up. He headed further up the hallway towards his room, stopping two doors short. Reaching down, Kenny pulled off his oil-splattered shirt and stepped into the bathroom, "Shower...shower sounds good now,"

Kenny tossed the shirt to the floor and looked up, freezing in place as he found someone standing before him, shirt half pulled up, just barely exposing her breasts. The girl stopped, looking over at Kenny in some minor surprise, "Oh, Kenny? What the hell are you doing?"