Can't Outwit The Master (TF)

Kenny parked along the curb of the Thomas house and quickly climbed out of his car, heading over. The door flew open, and Claire let out a small excited squeal, leaping at her boyfriend, who hugged her with a twirl. "Oh my God, what are you doing here?! I thought you were sick!" Claire planted a flurry of kisses on Kenny's neck, cheeks, and lips as she spoke.

"I felt better," Kenny grinned, "So, you mind if I stay the night?" His hands slid down to Claire's hips, "I can make it worth your while."

"Now there's a fun thought." Claire bit down on her lower lip and gave Kenny's crotch a caressing touch, "We'll just have to wait a little bit, but I am dying for it." She took his hand, "C'mon." The teen followed the blonde inside with glee.

Fifteen minutes later, Kenny and Claire sat snuggled into one another, a warm blanket draped over their bodies, on a love seat in the Thomas' living room. The teen had his arm wrapped around his girlfriend, keeping her pulling in close, and occasionally the blonde girl couldn't help but look up with a small, equally loving, and eager expression in her eyes. Claire glanced up at her boyfriend again and gave her lower lip a small nibble. Whatever part of Kenny that was scared or maybe buried underneath all those years of being the silent, good guy was no longer a factor.

With his arm snaked around Claire's waist, Kenny gently pulled her in, "What are you thinking about?" Kenny softly asked, causing Claire to nuzzle into him,

"Oooh, a few things...that I can't talk about with present company," Claire murmured back, flicking her eyes over a few quick times. Kenny glanced over and let out a small, agitated sigh; Kennedy. Kenny held a long glare on Claire's twin sister, who paid them no mind as she sat on the next couch over, watching the movie without care, being nothing but an irritating thorn in his side. Since showing up, he hadn't said a word to her or she to him; however, he was very quickly able to pick up the extra seconds she'd continued to hold a gaze on him. How Kennedy so subtly ended up in the same room. Hell, she even made it a point to beat him to the bathroom. He wasn't sure what to expect, but it looked like this new aspect of third-wheeling was her latest and greatest move to continue to fuck with him.

Unsurprisingly, Claire didn't care. Why would she? Kenny couldn't help but think. For whatever reason, Kenny still couldn't understand; Claire loved having Kennedy around with her, and it looked like that extended even to all aspects of her life. So Kennedy didn't even have to try to inject herself into this; all she needed to do was hear the movie, and out she came into the living room to join them. And since Claire wasn't annoyed over it, Kenny did his best not to be either...mostly since he was sure that would be the exact reason Kennedy was doing this in the first place anyway; to drive a wedge that wasn't forming on its own. Kenny's lips tightened into a frown, and Kennedy finally sensed his lingering eyes. She gave a short glance back, locking eyes with him for a long moment before a little smirk grew on her lips, and she returned her attention to the movie.

Kenny's brow twitched, and his eyes flared; all that was racing in his mind were Brian's suggestions. He had to be mean, he had to tell her the fuck off and mean it this time, but before he could react, he heard the buzzing of Claire's phone. He glanced over, finding his girlfriend sitting up, looking over her phone, and then letting out a small disappointed sigh, "Oh...that sucks,"

Kenny immediately let go of every intrusive thought that was starting to fill his mind due to Kennedy and instead returned his focus back to where he wanted it to be; Claire. "What's up?" He leaned over, glancing down at her phone as she quickly typed a reply.

"Nothing, it's just Michelle," Claire answered lowly,

"Oh? And pray tell, what is wrong with our lovely step-cunt -- I mean, stepmom?" The sarcasm dripped off each of Kennedy's words enough you could drown in it,

"You shouldn't talk about her like that, Kenzie; Michelle is way nicer than Jodie was!" Claire sharply defended, though her twin only let out a sneering laugh,

"Oh yeah, six is way better than number five, you're right," Kennedy gave her eyes a roll and popped a few more pieces of popcorn into her mouth, "I'll be sure to keep that in mind when she's replaced by number seven,"

"She's not being replaced!" Claire's voice quivered, and Kennedy let out an annoyed scoff,

Kenny comfortingly rubbed Claire's back as Kennedy looked back over with a glare, "Don't have a fucking cow, Claire. It was a fucking joke. Besides, I don't even get why you give half a shit. You know, Dad only keeps them around until they get too old," Claire squeezed her eyes shut, and Kenny shot Kennedy a cold glare that caused yet another scoff, "Whatever."

"Don't worry about what she's saying," Kenny lowly began as Claire's evil second half turned away, "What did Michelle say?"

"S-She was --" Claire took in a quick breath, calming herself, "Sorry. She was saying she wasn't going to be home until late tonight. And since my Dad is out for work...again...it's just us. Michelle was planning on making us all dinner, and I was...looking forward to it or whatever,"

"Yeah, and she's not half as good as you are either, dad picked a real winner." Kennedy dryly added, causing Claire to get off the couch, "What?! It was a fucking compliment!" Kennedy nearly yelled back,

"I'm not sitting here so you can keep shitting on our mom! I'm gonna go make Kenny and my dinner!" Claire fired back,

"Oh please, she's not our mom! We've known her for four months!" Kennedy shook her head, "Whatever, do me a favor and at least turn up the heat on your way out; I'm fucking freezing."

"If you're so cold, take my spot until I get back, Kenny is plenty warm," Claire muttered as she started to stomp out of the room,

Kennedy let out a loud, disgusted gasp, "Are you joking?! Do you think I'm gonna go curl up next to that fucking thing?! As if, Claire, turn up the heat!" Claire tossed a hand up, rejecting her sister, "Claire!" Kennedy furiously demanded once more, but her twin was already out of the room and in the kitchen. "Fucking great. Can you believe her?"

Kenny couldn't help himself; the mere fact that Kennedy even looked in his direction after that caused a bewildered, mocking laugh, "Uh, yeah, I can really fucking believe her."

Kennedy narrowed her eyes and sat up, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means, Kennedy, you don't know when to shut the hell up." Kenny plainly replied, zero hesitation in his voice, "It's like a damn disease you have. You just can't help but piss everyone off with that damn mouth of yours. Maybe if you learned to close it for five seconds, people would like you more," Kenny's heart was beating quicker, he'd never been exactly good at being an asshole, but Kennedy was at least making it easy on him. All he had to do was be honest.

"Oh fuck you," Kennedy waved off, barely bothered by Kenny's accusation, "If everyone didn't have tissue paper feelings and could learn to take a joke, they'd be a lot happier. They are a bunch of whiny toddlers who never grew the fuck up. That's all I'm ever surrounded by," Kenny crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, already done with the conversation. Kennedy, however, had other plans, "Move over." Kenny stiffed upright, his brow narrowing and face tightening as Kennedy got up, walked over to the loveseat, and sat down.

"Nope, fuck that," Kenny attempted to get up, only for Kennedy's hand to grab his shirt and roughly tug him back down,

"The hell you will!" The blonde snapped back, "You're the "warm one" here, so you're gonna heat me up for five fucking minutes." Kenny shook off Kennedy's hold and let out a small irritated grunt, "Relax, Clark, you're not drunk this time. You're not gonna "accidentally" start pounding me again, and after that shit, I'm sure as shit not about to blow you again."

Kenny's nose flared, and he swiftly leaned forward, pointing a finger in Kennedy's face and letting out a hiss, "Shut up. You don't fucking ever talk about that, you hear me? That was a mistake, and one I won't ever fucking make again. But so fucking help me, Kennedy, if you tell Claire, I'll --"

"You'll what exactly?" Kennedy smacked Kenny's finger out of her face; her entire body relaxed and utterly unthreatened,

"You're an utter fucking bitch; you know that?" Kenny snapped out without thinking, only letting himself say everything he'd ever been dying to say since Kennedy had started to pick at him, "You're mean, vindictive, cruel, and I can't fucking stand you. So do us both a favor and stay the hell away from me and my fucking relationship."

There was a pin-drop silence, and then Kennedy tilted her head, "Woooow, you must have really been cooking that one up for a while." Kennedy smugly smirked, and Kenny gritted his teeth, "Here's a tip for you, next time you try to insult a girl, make sure you speak from the chest. You looked like you were about to piss yourself. How am I supposed to buy that when you're still acting like a wimpy loser?"

"Oh shut the fuck, will you?" Kenny snapped back,

"Better," Kennedy scooted closer to him, "I almost bought that one; you nearly sounded like a man. Is that what this is about? Are you trying to prove something to me? Do you still worry that I think you're a loser, Clark? Because, let me be honest, you are..." Kenny bitterly turned his head away, but Kennedy continued to lean in, her lips nearly at his ear, "But you've got a really big fucking cock..." Kennedy lowly whispered. Kenny all but jumped as he suddenly felt her hand sliding up his thigh and then gripping his crotch.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Kenny immediately glanced back to the doorway of the kitchen while grabbing Kennedy's wrist, shoving her hand off him,

"Come on, it's been weeks; you've got to be over that pussy shit by now," Kennedy scooted even closer, a newfound hunger in her voice, "I'm really sick of waiting for you to get your nut up so I can finally have my round two." Kenny slid as far away as he could from Kennedy on the couch, a shocked, confused look overtaking him while Kennedy continued to slide in closer,

"You're insane. I am not into you, Kennedy. There is no getting over my guilt. There is no fucking round two! You're fucking crazy if you think otherwise," Kenny rapidly retorted in a low hissing voice, "Leave me the fuck alone,"

"Give me your hand," Kennedy reached out and snatched hold of Kenny's left wrist, roughly yanking it under the blanket and down towards her, "If you don't really believe I'm ready for this...then I want you to feel it," Kennedy eagerly bit down on her lip as she pressed Kenny's hand against her stomach and started to **** it under the hem of her leggings and panties.

Kenny yanked against her hold, "You're fucking insane; I'm not touching you!"

"Come on, you know you fucking want to." Kennedy chirped, "You want to feel how fucking wet I am for you. No matter how much you fight it, you want this. You want me and you fucking know it. I know you haven't forgotten the blowjob." Kenny's entire body started to recede away from the blonde, "I still think about the fucking way you told me to swallow it. Now that was real. Not like this, with you trying to scare me off. No, that's all for show. I know what it sounds like when you want something."

"Kennedy, no. You've got to fucking stop this."

"I don't. You don't want me to either, not really. You like this." Kenny all but shuddered, "Just touch me...you'll feel so much better when you do. And I'll cum for you, Clark. Right on your fingers. Doesn't that sound perfect? Hmmm? Me cumming for you?"

"Jesus Christ..." Kenny squeezed his eyes shut; his stomach was in a knot, his heart was pounding in his throat, and once again...his cock was hardened for the sister of his girlfriend.

"Just...touch...me..." Kennedy lightly nibbled on her lower lip, and Kenny looked over, locking onto her expectant, desire-filled brown eyes.