Can't Dodge Her Forever (TF)

It was Friday night, and unsurprisingly, Kenny had found himself lying in the center of his bed with Claire on top of him, riding him as if her very life depended on it. "Fuck Kennyyyy!" Claire tossed her head back, crying out in ecstasy. The blonde slammed her cumming cunt down on Kenny's cock until it was spurting inside her, filling her up to the very brim. Sated, Claire rolled off the teen, cuddling into him, both softly moaning contently, "You're so fucking good at this now." Claire giggled, "I should have known smart guys like you can learn to do anything, even fuck amazing."

"I can't take all the credit; I had an amazing teacher." Kenny leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her lips. Kenny nestled his head back into his pillow and blew out a long, content exhale, feeling nothing but peace and relaxation.

"Kenny, when are we gonna go back to my house?" The teen's brown eyes shot open, and he felt his heart already pumping harder from the question.

Today marked the fourth straight day that Kenny and Claire had only spent time at his house, she hadn't stayed with him every night, but for obvious reasons, Kenny had all but refused to step back into Claire's house. He had taken great care not to take a chance at even seeing Kennedy, let alone running into her, but he knew this moment was bound to come up.

"What's wrong?" Claire sat up, pouting at her boyfriend, "You've been acting so weird this week. You never wanted to be at your house this much before." Kenny eased himself up as well, "Is it something I did? Did Otie do something? I promise he wouldn't have meant to!"

"N-No, nothing like that at all, Claire. Otis is great; he's an awesome dog!" Claire let out a relieved exhale,

"Oh, thank gosh, I was so scared that Otie found someone he could actually hate!" Kenny nearly opened to respond to the comment, but as with most things Claire said, he knew better. "So if it's not Otie...and not me..." Claire hummed before snapping her fingers, "It must be Kenzie!" Kenny flinched at the name; for a simple-minded girl, Claire didn't miss much. "I knew it."

"Claire, it's not -- Kennedy, she and I don't -- It's just better for me not to see her, alright?"

"No, that's not alright at all! She's my twin, Kenny; you can't just avoid her!"

"I'm not avoiding her...completely," Kenny searched for a clever way out of this, "I'm just limiting my chances of running into her."

"That's avoiding; I know it because I've done it before." Claire crossed her arms, marking the first time Kenny could say he had seen the girl as anything but happy or horny, "You're being very mean right now, Kenny. Kennedy isn't mean; she's just a little misunderstood! She likes you! I know Kennedy likes you; I can tell; she's never so open with my other boyfriends."

Kenny squeezed his eyes shut, Claire's words hitting him with guilty haymakers, "Can you please stop saying that? I don't want to think about Kennedy liking me..."

"Kenny, I thought you would be different. Why are you being like everyone else?! Kennedy deserves a chance! She can be friendly and nice if you'd just let her."

"Believe me, I know, Claire...but for me, I can't. Okay?"

"It's not okay! I want my boyfriend to be able to get along with my sister and be around my parents. I don't want to be hidden in your room all the time!" Claire's voice was starting to turn painfully sad, "I like the smart and nice Kenny...not this mean Kenny who hates my sister..."

Claire let out a soft sniffle, and that was enough for Kenny's hesitation to snap like a twig. "N-No, wait, I-I'm sorry," Kenny reached out, taking one of her hands in his, "You're right. I'm being a dick. I don't mean to be. W-We can go back to your house whenever you want. I'll make it work. I'll be nicer."

"You promise?" Claire's wide brown eyes sealed the deal; Kenny nodded back. "Yay! Then let's shower and get dressed! Mom and dad are actually going to be home together for once! You can come over, and we can have a whole family dinner!"

"O-Oh, right now? Tonight? Claire sweetly smiled back, "Uhhh," Claire's hope-filled smile was too much to bear, "Will you help pick me out something nice to wear?" As much as Kenny's guilty conscience and overall fear of Kennedy wanted him to stay safely on the other side of town, he knew it wasn't fair. He owed it to Claire to continue to be a proper boyfriend, and besides, the only way anything bad would happen was if he would let it.

Kenny pulled his car up to the Thomas residence with a shudder; only Kennedy could turn his own girlfriend's house into the temple of doom. With a **** twist of the key, his car turned off, and Claire jumped right out, just about skipping to the front door, "Daaaaaaad! Mooooooom!" Kenny climbed out of his car and lightly jogged to catch up with the girl just as the front door opened.

Kenny held his breath, his body taking a half step behind Claire as he prepared to see Kennedy for the first time since that terrible morning, but instead, he found the warm, friendly smile of Michelle Thomas, the twin's stepmom greeting him. A short, busty Latina having only hit twenty-five in the last month, Michelle was a warm presence to be around. A minor stint in the hospital due to a tiny fracture in her leg led to her meeting the twin's father. Ever the charmer, the impressive surgeon was able to woo Michelle like no other, and three months later, she was married. Now she was closing on one year with the man, and during it, she'd done her best to step into the shoes of a stepmother even if the girls in question were only a few years younger than her.

"Claire! Kenny!" Claire quickly embraced the woman while Kenny merely gave a friendly wave. This would be perhaps the fifth time he'd met her, but most certainly set to be the longest he'd spoken with her yet. "I'm so happy you were able to make it."

"Me too, miss Thomas." The woman stepped to the side, ushering the teenagers inside, and in an instant, Kenny heard the loud, clumsy steps of Otis charging from around the corner. "Oh no, Otis! No, no, behave!"

The order fell on deaf ears as the Great Dane leaped up, planting its paws on Kenny's shoulders, and treated the teen to a few slobbering licks to the face, "Awwwww, look how much he missed you!" Claire happily giggled as Kenny did what he could to fight off the beast's loving ****.

"Miss you too, Otis -- Okay, okay -- Come on now, down -- Otis!" Kenny exclaimed, and finally, the dog hopped down, giving a happy bark. Claire knelt down, giving him a hug around the neck while he happily panted, "Um, Miss Thomas, could I --"

"Of course, hon." Michelle didn't need him to finish, stepping off to the side and returning with a paper towel for Kenny's face in a flash, "Here you go."

"Thanks," Kenny wiped the slobber from his cheeks, yet as he finished and looked back up, he found his eyes locked on a man standing directly before him. "Mister Thomas!" Kenny nervously exclaimed.

Kenny had only met Martin Thomas once since dating Claire, and it was for an extremely brief two minutes between him leaving the house and heading to his car. Despite his age and the stress you'd expect to go along with his job, Martin looked extremely young. His blonde hair didn't have a trace of grey or any hair coloring in it. His eyes were anything but tired or full of a million other things so far, and if there was one defining thing Kenny could say about the man, it was the way he seemed to glide with every step he took. Looking as though he was utterly untouchable and living in a world anyone else could only dream about.

His greyish-blue eyes gave Kenny a once over, and then came a smile so fake, it may as well have been painted on, "Kerry! It's good to see you again."

"Uh...K-Kenny, sir." Martin let out a short chuckle and gave Kenny a pat on the shoulder, turning away without another word. "Okay then..."

"Hi, daddy," Claire tossed her arms around her father, giving him a squeezing hug.

Kenny, in turn, looked back to Michelle, "Is there anything I could do to help?"

"Oh, that's sweet of you, but no, we're just waiting on the oven at this point. Feel free to get comfortable in the living room. We'll call when it's ready." Michelle put a hand on Kenny's back and gently ushered him into the adjoining room.

"Thanks, Miss Thomas." Kenny looked over to Claire, "You coming?"

"Yeah! I just need to run up to my room for a second! You and Otie, go get comfy!" Kenny looked down at the big dog, who looked back up at him, his tongue happily hanging out of his mouth.

"C'mon, bud," Kenny headed into the living room, and Otis happily trotted along, but as Kenny came through the doorway and moved around the main couch, he jumped. Laid out on the loveseat on the right, scrolling through her phone, was Kennedy.

The blonde had her cat curled up on her thighs, and after a moment, she turned her head, eyeing Kenny up and down, "What's your problem?"

Kenny's heart was starting to pound, but instead of fear, he suddenly found himself full of resentment. "Nothing." He muttered back, sitting down on the couch at the fair end.

"Wow, four days since I see you, and you show up with a stick up your ass. Charming, Clark." Kenny huffed out a sigh through his nose, not so much as giving the blonde a second glance. "Oh..." Kenny heard a half laugh that sent a chill right down his spine, "Oh, is that what's happening now? I'm getting the silent treatment from you?"

"I don't want to talk to you, Kennedy. If you want to call it the silent treatment, go ahead. Just leave me alone."

"Whatever, fine. I don't give a shit."

"Fantastic."

"Prick."

Kenny rolled his eyes at the insult, and for a moment, he wondered what he thought was going to happen when he saw Kennedy again. All the fear, guilt, resentment, it all came flooding out of him and what did she do? Act like nothing in the world had happened. No matter what, Kennedy was who she always had been, and one little mistake wasn't changing that at all. So, for the first time, instead of being offended by Kennedy's shallow insults, Kenny found comfort in them. At least things were going to stick to the status quo and Kennedy got the message that he wasn't interested in even seeing her.

Kenny kicked his feet up and Otis turned, laying his head over his lap with a comfortable sigh following it. Yet, that's when Mittens suddenly got from Kennedy's lap. At once Kennedy and Kenny watched as the cat let out a yawn and suddenly hopped over to Kenny's couch. She easily made her way closer to him before abruptly hissing at Otis. At once the big dog jumped off the couch, scurrying away from the evil feline who contently made it's way over to Kenny's lap, did a circle, and laid right down.

"Uhhhh, Kennedy?"

"It's a cat, I didn't make her do anything." Kennedy's lips curled into a grin, "I guess she just likes you, Clark."

Kenny only had to flash a single look at the girl to get his point across, but that only earned him a dismissive snicker, "Kennedy move your cat."

"That cat does as she likes." Kennedy picked up her phone and absently continued to scroll through it, "Once she finds her spot, she sticks to it. So I'd leave her be if I was you."

Kenny pursed his lips, "Mittens..." He reached down and the black cat let out a throaty growl the moment he tried to lift her.

Kenny's eyes widened and he heard another soft laugh from Kennedy, "I wouldn't." She tacked on once more.

Kenny moved his hands away, briefly balling them into fists, as he resigned himself to being trapped under this vicious ball of fluff, "Whatever..."

"Don't worry, you'll find out you'll like her a lot more than that big dumb mutt." Kennedy's words couldn't have struck a cord worse in Kenny's head, knowing that what she meant had little to do with Mittens or Otis.