The Good (Confusing) Twin (TF)

It was just after midnight when the heavy wooden doors to the lodge finally came crashing open again, and the majority of the group came stumbling inside either half-drunk or just plain exhausted after a very full night of celebrating. Kenny was among the latter group; his eyes were heavy, ears slightly muffled from all the loud music, and the few drinks in his system were only helping add to his tiredness. "Jesus, thank God we're inside; I'm ready to hit that bed and pass the hell out," Kenny yawned with a stretch,

"Ugh," Kennedy grunted, shoving her way past him, "Can you fucking lumber about somewhere else, Clark?" Kenny couldn't muster the energy to respond to the girl with anything more than a dirty look,

"I'm not tired yet!" Claire excitedly sang, "That night was so much fun! We should have stayed longer!"

"Claire...the place was closing for the night; we couldn't stay any longer," Kenny clarified for the girl,

Claire pouted at the response though Brian took the chance to add in his two teasing cents towards Juliet, "Good thing too, I don't think you needed another hour of humiliation," He let out a goofy, ****-laced laugh towards the brunette,

"Excuuuuuuse me?" Juliet took a quick wobbling step toward Brian, "I was not humiliated by you!"

"Julie, I kicked your ass in pool all night, even hammered. I play better than you," Brian retorted with a toothy grin, "Just another reason for you to hate me, right?"

"Shut up," Juliet gave Brian a half-hearted shove, "You have to have some fucking pool table in this place. You and me, right now! Let's go, pretty boy!"

"Your funeral, toots," Brian sneered, reaching out and taking Juliet's hand, and to Kenny's surprise, his cousin allowed it to happen. He watched as Brian and Juliet walked out of the room hand in hand, and he wasn't sure if he should be dumbfounded, concerned, or plain amazed.

However, just as they left sight, heading towards the lodge rec room, Kenny once again got to hear the irritating sound of Kennedy's snapping voice, "Hey! Weird girl! Let's go, I want to sleep, and I'm not having you wake me up," She all but barked out at Mindy, who grumbled something Kenny was sure wasn't too nice and headed towards the stairs. "Cute," Kennedy rolled her eyes as the more than fed up, half-awake Mindy flipped her off the way by,

Kenny let out a sigh and shook his head at the Thomas girl, "Is it like poison for you to be pleasant for thirty seconds?"

"I'm sorry. Was I talking to you, Clark?" Kennedy snapped back, "No, so fuck off," With that, Kennedy turned and stomped off, leaving Kenny behind, who tossed a hand at the insult,

"Oh...Sorry, Kenny. Kenzie gets really grumpy when she's tired. I'm sure she didn't mean that to you or Mindy," Claire wholeheartedly apologized on her twin's behalf,

"Whatever, her attitude isn't your fault, Claire," Kenny assured the short blonde, "You coming upstairs or you staying down here?"

Claire did a short twirl seeing just about all the other teenagers collapsing onto their beds or cots for the night, some already loudly snoring away, "Not much of a party down here," Claire shrugged, "Oh! I know! I can use our bathtub! Oh, that'll feel so good to soak in!" The two teenagers headed upstairs together as well, and Kenny had to admit, Claire's ever-plucky attitude was leagues better than Kennedy's miserable one.

It was fifteen minutes later, as Kenny was finally lying down in the bed, with the only light coming from the end table lamp, that he abruptly heard the bath faucet stop. A few seconds later, Claire emerged pouting, head lowered, and now in her nightwear, a plain white spaghetti string shirt and a pair of pink pajama pants covered in white fluffy clouds. Kenny lifted up on his elbows, "Everything alright? Something wrong with the bath?"

"Brian's stupid family doesn't have anything for bubbles," Claire mumbled back, "What's the point of a giant bath like that if I can't soak in a nice bubble bath?"

Kenny fought off a laugh, "Sorry, Claire, maybe next time you can bring your own?" Claire looked up at him and let out a tickled smile,

"You're so funny," The blonde girl made her way around the bedside and climbed onto her side, hitting the lamp's light as she went, "Night, Kenny!"

"Yeah, uh, good night, Claire." Kenny shut his eyes and let out a comforted exhale, letting the large comfy bed pull him into a blissful night's rest. At least, that's what he tried to do. As it turned out, Claire wasn't finding the bed nearly as comfortable as he quickly felt the bed shaking and shifting as the small blonde began to toss and turn. Small mutters and whines filled the air as Claire flipped her pillows, toss the blanket off and on her body, and rolled over again and again until finally, Kenny opened his eyes again, "Claire!" He sharply called out, and the girl stopped, "Are you okay? Do you need something?"

"I'm not tired, and I'm bored," Claire huffed, throwing her hands down and smacking the bed, "How are you even tired after that fun party? Don't you want to do something?"

Kenny brought a hand up and rubbed his heavy eyes, "Sleep. I'd like to sleep." He sighed back,

"Like how?! It's -- Ughhhhhh, I'm wide awake! What do I do?" Claire whined again,

Kenny shut his eyes again, "I don't know, do whatever you normally do when you can't sleep? Count sheep or something," Kenny muttered back,

"Oh yeah..." Claire murmured back, her voice dropping, and she smoothly turned on her side, facing Kenny. The teen sensed this sudden shift in Claire's tone and opened his eyes, turning his head only to find her big brown eyes staring back at him with a coy little smile on her face, "I do a lot of stuff when I can't sleep."

Kenny blinked a few quick times and uncertainly swallowed, "Okay?"

"I could definitely do a lot of them now, but...I need to know if you at least like me first," She let out a playful giggle, and Kenny's heart skipped a beat,

"W-What? Wait, I don't -- What are you asking me right now? Do I like you?" Kenny lifted his head, and Claire matched the motion with an eager chew on her lower lip,

"Yeah, do you like me? Because..." Kenny all but jumped when he suddenly found Claire's hand working its way up his leg before landing directly on his crotch, "I think you're pretty cute for a quiet, nerdy guy." Kenny's lips parted, and he let out a mixture of a gasp and groan at once. Claire's hand was sliding up and down, playfully gripping and tugging at his rapidly growing length, "Ooooh, it totally feels like you like me...and I sleep so much better after I fuck. Can we do that tonight, Kenny? Can we fuck? I promise it'll be fun."

"A-Are you serious?" Kenny was able to croak back,

"Yeah, totally," Claire giggled as she leaned in and planted a long, deep kiss on his lips, "What else do two single people do when sharing a bed together?" She asked while crawling closer to him, "Do you like to be on top? Or do you want me to do it? I don't really mind either way."

"U-Uh -- Um, Claire, I don't -- Whoa!" Kenny gasped as Claire's exploring hand suddenly took a bold step, diving right past the front of his pants and wrapping around his hardened cock.

The blonde let out an amazed gasp of her own, now all but curled up on Kenny's chest, eagerly pumping his cock, "Whoa, Kenny, I never would have thought you were this big. Why didn't you join the team or, well, anything?! I can't believe someone with this," She gave his length a tender squeeze, "Was just the guy I sat behind in math. You should have been on the hockey team or something; then we could have been doing this way sooner!"

Not a single word registered in Kenny's head, his entire focus on the soft hand tightly wrapped around his cock, "Oh my God, Claire...are we really doing this right now?"

"Uh, fuck yeah!" Claire exclaimed with a few quicker, more excited pumps, "This is so perfect! Now I know I was right to leave, Henry. Now I have you!" Claire sweetly said before looking up and pulling Kenny into another long, deep kiss, this one added in her clearly talented swirling tongue, which danced around Kenny's. The blonde let out a few humming moans into his mouth and, only stopping her handjob long enough to push his pants and boxers down out of the way, continued to work him. Kenny felt the girl's body eagerly pressing against his, her crotch particularly grinding along his leg until she finally broke off the kiss again, "Aren't you going to touch me?"

Kenny couldn't have been more dry-mouthed, "I, uh, I -- Y-Yeah, I was just...I didn't know when you wanted me to..." Kenny's stammers trailed off, and his cheeks started to go red,

"Wait, oh my god, is this your first time with someone?!" Claire exclaimed as she quickly sat up, letting go of Kenny's cock completely.

Kenny wanted the bed to swallow him whole, his first chance with a girl and someone as beautiful as Claire Thomas, and he was absolutely fucking blowing it. He cocked his head, preparing for the worst, "Yeah?"

"Oh my God, I'm sorry, I totally thought you were way more -- Nevermind, I got this," Kenny quickly looked back to the blonde, but just as quickly did, she disappeared from sight, crawling under the blanket and down the length of the bed. Before Kenny could blink, he felt the petite blonde nestle between his legs and her hands wrapped around the base of his shaft, "Let's start with this!" Kenny's eyes sprang open, and he loudly gasped as he felt Claire's mouth swallow the head of his dick, swirling her tongue around it joyfully.

"H-Holy shit, Claire...Christ..." Kenny groaned, his body slowly relaxing until he was utterly limp while Claire enthusiastically bobbed her head up and down the upper half of his length,

With a little pop, she pulled his cock free, now letting out a short murmuring giggle and a few heavy breaths of her own, "See?" She dragged her tongue up the side of Kenny's cock, flicking it off the tip, "I told you I had this," Kenny sucked in a sharp breath as the blonde's tongue masterfully swirled all over his head before ending with a kiss, "I still want to know...top or bottom?"