Kennedy Proves Her Point (TF)

"Kennedy..." The short blonde cupped Kenny's crotch with one hand and, with the other, pushed on his chest, forcing him back against the sink. "Don't do this." His weak plead was answered by the girl falling to her knees.

"Just be quiet," Kennedy's snappy words silenced him, and he looked at the bathroom door. His mind was screaming at him to leave; there was nothing keeping him in that room. Kennedy could insist, but she would be powerless to stop him from leaving if he chose to. But...why didn't he? Why was there something inside him keeping him locked right in place? "You know you want this."

"No, I don't. Stop saying that." Kenny felt pulled forward as Kennedy tugged on his belt, taking a few fumbling moments to get it undone. His button popped open, and the zipper was slowly lowered. He could feel his heart starting to beat harder, and his eyes flicked to the bathroom door again, "What if someone walks in, Kennedy? This is too fucking risky."

Kennedy let out a soft snicker, "Are you hating this or worried about getting caught? It can't be both, Clark."

"Yes, it fucking can be!" Kenny snapped back. Kennedy pushed his jeans down to his ankles, and he flinched as her hand finally presses against his crotch, "K-Kennedy, enough."

"Mhm...you're already getting hard." Kennedy's voice trilled, and in return, she felt Kenny's cock flex under her hand, "Am I making you hard, Clark?"

"S-Stop it... "

"Mhmm, I don't think I want to..." Kennedy took her time, teasing Kenny's stiffened length with her fingertips, tracing along his bulge, and walking them down his length. "You felt huge inside me, but seeing it now, it's impressive." Kenny finally looked down, and the blonde stared up at him, her beautiful brown orbs sparkling back at him, "Yeah, you heard me. I think you've got a perfect cock."

"T-That's --" Kenny coughed and **** himself to look away, his tone returning gruff, "I can't fucking believe the first fucking time you compliment me happens in the middle of ****. It fits too fucking well with your demon mantra."

"God, you're a dork," Kenny's brow twitched as the lighthearted insult was followed by a giggle, "Why not knock the dust off it and just call me a bitch. I know that's what you want to say."

She was enjoying this whole situation far too much, "What and play into whatever this is? I'm not interested, Kennedy, okay? If you're looking to get a rise out of me, you're not gonna get one."

"Oh, I definitely got a rise out of you." Kennedy suddenly reached up and yanked Kenny's briefs down.

Kenny's eyes sprang open, "Kennedy!" He looked down and saw his cock resting right over the blonde's face, her right eye totally shrouded from his pulsating tool, and Kennedy remained ever sweetly looking up at him, "This is going to fucking far."

"I'm just showing you that I can be nice, Clark. Don't you want me to be nice? I'm always so mean, right?" The teen shuddered as two hands clasp around his length and slowly begin to stroke, "Is this making me better? I bet it does..."

Kenny did everything he could to fight off a moan, only allowing a low exhale to be let out through his nose. "You're f-fucking evil..."

"You like it..."

"I don't..."

"You do." Kenny felt her tongue flick at his tip, and he let out a gasp. "You're really turned on...I can taste the precum..."

"It's not -- You aren't the reason. It's a natural reaction."

"Yeah?" Kenny squeezed his eyes and shuddered again as Kennedy's tongue slowly starts to lick in a circling swirl around his tip. It was slow, gentle, and, if Kenny had to really think about it, hesitant. Despite all her big game and confident words, everything that Kennedy was doing to him was nervous. It was as if she wasn't familiar with doing this sort of thing, but Kenny couldn't believe that, Kennedy of all people? Sure, in school, she didn't have many boyfriends, but Juliet always claimed that was out of direct choice; Kennedy was so selective. Nevertheless, even if it wasn't impressive, for the moment, nothing held a candle to this sensation. Something about it was so much more intense, it wasn't something he could exactly explain, but it felt like every touch truly was for him...and he could sense how hard she was trying to impress.

Kenny suddenly shook the thoughts from his head and reached down, planting a hand on Kennedy's forehead, halting her, "Kennedy, enough. Don't do this. Claire --"

"Doesn't have to know a thing." Kennedy pushed her head a little forward, letting her tongue lap at his tip again.

"It's not right."

"It's very wrong, but...doesn't it feel good? You can at least admit that you're loving this."

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"I'm doing this for you, Kenny." The teen's strength wained,

"You...said my name..."

"Did I?" Kennedy smirked, "Do you like hearing me say it?" Kennedy watched as the teen struggled for a moment, finally landing on silence as his response, gulping down his words. "Tell me you like it. I want to hear you say it." Kennedy stuck out her tongue, dragging it from the underside of his head and flicking it off at his tip a few times, "You like it. Say it for me. That's all I want."

Kenny pursed his lips, shutting his eyes, seemingly settled on this as the only true defiance he has left. Kennedy didn't make it easy; having pushed her way back to his cock her tongue begins to swirl again, licking all over his tip and shaft. Kenny's body finally leaned back, resting against the counter, and his free hand moved to the edge, holding onto it. "How about this?" Kennedy finally asked, and Kenny weakly opened his eyes, "You don't have to say anything but one thing for me. That's it."

He let out a sharp but still weak exhale through his nose, "I'm not s-saying anything."

Kennedy looked up at him, gently stroking him as she continued, "The only thing I want you to do is to tell me to swallow."

"W-What?"

"I want you to tell me to swallow, and I'll do it. But if you say nothing, I don't."

"I -- I don't..."

"Ssh, just say you want me to swallow, and I promise I'll swallow all your cum, Kenny."

She said it again. Fuck...I shouldn't care that she said my name again, but I can't help it. Kenny felt his stomach twisting into a knot, and he could already hear the whispering in the back of his mind telling him to give in and do as Kennedy requested.

Suddenly, he felt the hot tickling breath of the blonde surrounding the top of his cock and then...the wet warmth of it shutting around it. Kenny's lips parted and he had zero control as he let out a profoundly long, moaning groan of relief. Looking down, Kennedy's eyes were shut, and she looked blissfully at peace as she bobbed her head up and down on his tip. She was careful not to take much into her mouth, and Kenny couldn't help but wonder if that's intentional or if the blonde genuinely couldn't handle anymore. Try as he might to resist, he felt himself make more comparisons to Claire.

Kennedy's technique wasn't anything special, and Kenny could definitely say that she shouldn't have held a candle to Claire. Her tongue was doing some work, but not nearly as much as Claire put in. Her head remained in a steady still motion, while Claire was usually twirling and spinning around it. Yet, Kennedy definitely had a little edge on her side. Unlike her sister, Kenny couldn't help but feel that Kennedy was not in a rush...she was enjoying this along with him. Her tongue might not have been trying to give the best and quickest pleasure, but she was steadily cleaning his tip as more and more precum spilled out. She was teasing it, and her steady strokes continued to pump out more and more.

The blonde broke to take in a breath, and with it came an exhaling moan, "Tell me..." She whispered out and, in the next, tightly sucked his cock back into the pleasant warmth of her mouth.

In the end, even if Claire was better, somehow, this felt better. Kenny was already heading towards his edge, and it was as if Kennedy had done nothing at all. Is it like she fucking said? That it's because she...gives a fuck? God, no, what am I saying?! Claire cares about me! This is so fucking wrong. I'm letting her twin sister suck my cock! I can't -- Kennedy broke again, letting out a panting moan and sucking in a fresh breath; a chill ran down Kenny's spine. God, I fucking want her to swallow...

"I...I want..." The words escaped from Kenny's mouth, and he looked down at the blonde bobbing on his cock. Kennedy slowed her pumps, her eyes opened, those mesmerizingly beautiful doe brown eyes, "I want you...I..."

Kennedy slowly pulled off his cock with a firm pop, "Say it."

"I..." Kennedy leaned forward, tracing the tip of her tongue along his tip, and finally, Kenny felt himself snap.

She felt his hand up the side of her head, his fingers lacing through her golden blonde hair, "Oh fuck, Kennedy, I want you to swallow..." Kenny groaned, dropping his head back. He took over controlling her speed as Kennedy dutifully returned to the blowjob. Kenny sank more of his cock into her mouth, and he heard her let out a small gurgle. She brought an arm up, pressing it against his stomach, silently controlling how much he was giving her but making no attempt to slow him down.

"Fuck, Kennedy...I fucking...Oh my god...I can't..." Kenny breathlessly whispered out, his sack tightening and his whole body going on near pins and needles as he felt a powerful surge building inside his loins. "I'm gonna fucking -- Oh shit..." Kenny gritted his teeth, and like a wave crashing down, he felt a rocket of cum jet from his tip into Kennedy's mouth. The blonde ever so slightly jumped, and she tilted her head back as another spurt, followed by another and another, start to fill her mouth full. By the fourth, Kenny was moaning deeply and now fully looking down at the blonde whose cheeks were puffing out but she calmly waited for him to finish, and then she opened her eyes.

The pair stared at one another for a long moment; Kenny retracted his weakening cock from her mouth, looking at the pool of white on her tongue before she shut her lips tight. But then, true to her word, Kennedy gulped, swallowing down all of Kenny's seed, and Kenny fell limply back against the counter.

"Fucking Christ, when was the last time you even fucked my sister? Last month? That was so much, Clark." Kennedy wiped the spittle from her lips. Kenny didn't respond; his mind was just as numb as the rest of his body. The peaceful bliss of the moment was gone, and the tsunami of guilt crashed back over him, drowning him in an instant. "Fuck, and I never do that shit. I didn't think I was going to have to swallow that much."

"What did I do?" Kenny finally murmured, "What the fuck did you do, Kenny?"

"Oh God, please don't start this." Kennedy groaned with a roll of her eyes, "You did what you wanted to do. Grow up. You're figuring out what you want just like everyone else does. Not everything is a fucking fairytale, Kenny. To get to where you want to be, sometimes you have to step down off your high horse." Kenny bent down, pulling up his briefs and pants, unable to so much as glance at Kennedy. This, of course, only irritated the girl further, "Oh my god, seriously? All of that, and we're back to this? Jesus Christ. You know what? Just fucking go. I don't want to hear it, and I don't want to see it." The blonde pulled open the bathroom door and roughly shoved the teen out into the hallway, slamming it shut in his face.

Kenny took a minute, looking around the hall in his continued dazed confusion before finally making his way back downstairs. He returned to his seat, and Claire looked over at him, "You okay? You were gone for a while." Kenny tensed at her voice, his body nearly shaking, "Baby? You look sick."

"M-My stomach...y-yeah...I'm not feeling good." Kenny mumbled back,

"You want to go lay down?"

"Y-yeah, I'm sorry, thanks." Kenny just as quickly excused himself, heading back to Claire's room, and collapsed onto the bed. I'm such shit...I'm the biggest piece of fucking shit in the world. How did I let that happen? Why did I let her...God, why don't I feel worse? Why don't I fucking hate Kennedy? I'm fucking awful. Claire deserves so much better... Kenny shut his eyes, trying to settle the part of his brain that now hated him and the part of his brain that...continued to like what he just shared with Kennedy.