One Hell Of A Morning (TF)

Hey guys, a quick note before the chapter starts, I made a minor update to chapter 10 of TF, adding in two small scenes where Kenny is introduced to the twin's two pets, a lovable, goofy dog named Otis that is Claires, and an evil, mean cat that's only sweet to Kenendy, named Mittens. It's not a major change, but I didn't want anyone to be confused about their sudden show-up in this chapter or in the future. Besides that, I hope you're all enjoying the thread, and I really appreciate all these likes and comments I'm getting for it. It really does help keep the motivation to keep it going! Thanks, guys!

Kenny's brown eyes cracked open as a new day's sun beamed onto his face; he let out a grunt, turning his away while cupping a hand over his dull aching head. "Crap...ugh, last night was -- I drank way too damn much." Kenny dryly swallowed and lowered his eyes, finding a nest of blonde hair on his chest. He let out a little smile, looking down at his girlfriend, that was cutely curled up on his chest. "Still had a good ending, though," He contently added. It was vague in his head, but he still knew, despite all the awkwardness of giving Claire her present, that the sex they had last night was special. For the first time since dating, it really felt like it was more than fucking. It felt amazing, and there was no longer a single doubt in his head; they were meant for each other. The teen slowly brought a hand up, tenderly caressing her cheek while pushing some of her golden hair back behind her ear. "Hey...you awake?" He heard a small hum followed by a sharp inhale, "I think we should probably talk about last night, huh?"

The girl stirred, letting out a low murmuring whine, and snuggled into him. Only then, when Kenny went to sit up a little more, he heard a low growl from his feet. Looking at the edge of the bed, his eyebrow raised as Kennedy's black cat Mittens was curled up between his feet instead of finding Claire's dog Otis at the edge of the bed. The cat gave him an evil glare, and the teen shook his head, "Mittens? What the heck are you --"

"Clark, quiet, it's too early..." The grumbling interruption turned Kenny's blood cold, and he quickly looked back to his chest. Kenny's confusion quickly grew into one of utter shock and horror. As the blonde lifted herself up and looked at him fully, he noticed the paler skin, the lighter blonde hair, and finally, a small silver bracelet around her right wrist. It wasn't Claire; it was Kennedy. "You want more you at least have to give me a minute."

"K-Kennedy?!" Kenny's pushed Kennedy off his body while sliding to the side, tumbling off of the bed and onto the floor with a thud.

Mittens jumped down onto the floor, and Kennedy angrily sat up. "What the hell, Clark?!" Kennedy snapped out, glaring down at him as Mittens let out a hiss, "What's the matter with you?"

"What's the matter with -- You're not Claire! You're her fucking sister! Why am I in bed with you?!" The teen's bewildered words and eyes wide and full of panic, did little to faze the blonde. "Why the fuck are you even in her bedroom?!"

Kennedy frowned, "Because those disgusting assholes, Ellie and Will, decided to lock themselves in my bedroom to fuck when I went to shower last night. Claire's gonna pay me for new sheets after I burn those ones..." Kennedy hummed to herself before grinning, "Not that I should be too upset. You certainly made things worthwhile for the switch."

"Kennedy!" Kenny looked around for a moment, praying the room would melt away and he would awake from his nightmare, "W-Why would you...let me do that?! I was drinking last night; you weren't; clearly, you must have known I got confused!"

"I considered it, but everything you were saying told me you were exactly where you wanted to be," Kennedy shrugged back, her eyes glinting as they traveled down Kenny's body until they landed on his sizable cock, "And after I felt what you had...you were exactly where I wanted you to be too..."

Covering his dick with his hands, Kenny rapidly looked around, spotted his boxers, and rushed to put them on, "Kennedy, I can't believe you'd let me -- I never would have -- She's your sister!"

"I know," Kennedy nonchalantly replied as she sat up on the bed, resting back on her knees, "I probably should be mad at you for that, but...I'm not. And if you wanted to go again, I could --"

"What?!" Kenny looked back only to find the Thomas twin slowly lifting her shirt. With her bottoms still gone from last night and her toned stomach being revealed inch by inch, it was one hell of a sight. One that Kenny might dare say he enjoyed if he wasn't currently being drowned by guilt. "What on earth are you doing?!"

"I got the message, Clark. We came to an understanding," Kennedy giggled. As Kenny thought about it, that might have been the first time he ever heard her laugh without causing him some level of insulting torment, "You're with little Claire, but what you've really wanted is me," Her brown eyes held a hungry glimmer, "I thought about it for a while after you fell asleep last night. That sex was so fucking good; I think you're worth it. I can put up with all that other weird shit and make this work." Kennedy eagerly leaned forward, her legs spreading and her ass raising up high, "I'm serious about going again..."

Kenny, however, was nowhere near thinking the same thing, "What the hell are you talking about?!" He quickly grabbed his shirt from the floor and pulled it back on as well, "I don't want to be with you! Are you crazy?! I don't want to even be around you!"

Kennedy didn't flinch; her sly smile never even dipped for a second, "That's not what you were saying last night,"

"Because I thought you were Claire! You know, my girlfriend?!" Kenny tossed his hands in the air, becoming all the more frustrated that Kennedy didn't even seem to be actually listening to a word he was saying,

"Suuuuure," Kenny gave her eyes a playful toss, "You just so happened to come in here and fuck me last night, and the whole time you don't say her name once?" Kenny gritted his teeth and let out a small guttural shout of anger, "Look, you're feeling guilty, but you'll get over it." Kennedy sighed, relaxing herself as she, at the very least, understood an encore wasn't about to happen. "I know little shit like that can really get to guys like you. So go on, take whatever little time you need to "forgive" yourself or whatever, but I'll be ready once you're good to go for round two."

"Oh my fucking God, I'm done with this," Kenny turned around, storming towards the door, "This never fucking happened, Kennedy!"

"Whatever you say, Clark, whatever you say." Kennedy sarcastically sang back,

"Ugh, shut up," Kenny left the room and slammed the door shut behind him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Kennedy?! Fucking Kennedy?! Kenny was filled with a mixture of shame, guilt, and revulsion at the thought of not only having sex with her but her wanting even more from him. She's the biggest bitch in the entire town! All she's ever done is make fun of me and all my friends, and now, I fucked her?! Motherfucking -- God, Kenny, you're such a stupid asshole! Kenny shoved his way into the bathroom, grabbing his pants and pulling them back on as well. This never happened; it never fucking happened. I am going to forget it, she's going to forget it, and it'll be treated as a dream -- No, a fucking nightmare!

Kenny gave one last shudder before opening the bathroom door, and immediately his eyes went fearfully wide as Claire was standing on the other side. "C-Claire..."

"Kenny!" Claire warmly smiled, embracing her boyfriend, "I missed you last night." Kenny felt frozen; the only muscle in his body moving was his rapidly thumping heart as Claire squeezed him tight, "I'm surprised Kenzie let you sleep with her if I'm honest."

"Y-You know?" Kenny croaked.

"Duhhh, where else could you have been?" Claire giggled, "I made it upstairs last night, but Kenzie told me about Will and Ellie. So I told her to keep my room and send you back down to the guest room after you showered. I guess you were so tired you just passed right out next to her, huh?"

"U-Uh...I..." Kenny stammered, and Claire looked up with curious eyes. Kenny felt a swelling mixture of guilt inside him; he wanted to tell Claire the truth but the idea of losing his first girlfriend over Kennedy? A girl he would never have slept with in the first place was just too much to bare. "Y-Yeah, I just passed out and figured it was you next to me."

"That's okay; it's no big deal, but well...I did miss that extra present you were promising me," Kenny grimaced, the reminder that he did end up giving said gift last night but to the wrong twin haunting him all the more.

"Well, l-later, after I go home, we could try to --" Kenny began to halfheartedly suggest, only for his ears to perk at the sound of the bedroom door opening. He looked up and found the blonde girl peeking her head out. Her brow was raised, eyes staring back at him, equally dismissive if not amused at what she was hearing. "Or, you know what?" His words turned firm, and he gave Kennedy a hard glare back. "We can take care of that right now," Kenny diverted his attention back to Claire, who excitedly smiled. "You're my girlfriend, and I never want to let you down or disappoint you."

In an aggressive display, Kenny cupped either side of Claire's face and deeply pulled her into a kiss. Claire let out a surprised hum but immediately started kissing him back. Tongues swirled, and bodies began to needfully press and grind against one another until Kenny's hands boldly began to slide and grope her body. "K-Kenny...you're the best -- mhm, fuck -- best boyfriend, ever!"

"I'm going to make sure I prove that true every day from here on out, Claire." Kenny's eyes flicked up to Kennedy, who merely gave her eyes a bored toss, and walked out of Claire's room and back to her own, not giving the duo a second glance. Kenny felt his lips curl. Ha! That shut her the fuck up! Kenny victoriously thought as he dove back into his kiss with Claire, pulling her into the bathroom and kicking the door closed.