Doing The Right Thing Sucks (TF)

Kenny gave his foggy head a shake. This has gone worse than I could have ever fucking expected. One night. One goddamn fucking night, and I couldn't keep away from her! I touched her...she touched me...fuck, I fucking kissed her! How did I let that happen? Why did I let that happen? God damn you, Kenny, you are the weakest, most pathetic piece of garbage. How could you do this to Claire? Kenny's eyes lifted; he looked to the kitchen doorway and, with an exasperated grunt, stormed right through it.

Entering the room, he immediately spotted Claire at the stove; she was happily humming a tune, shaking her hips to her own beat as she stirred a small pot of sauce. She gave it a little taste, and Kenny's lips curled as he watched her frown, "Bleh...nope, it needs a little more salt." He approached the blonde as she added a dash more to the pot. Kenny let out a small calming hum of his own as he wrapped his arms around Claire, pressing himself against her, "Oh! Hey there, big guy," Claire giggled, lifting her head and peering up at the man, "We're almost ready; the sauce just needs to cook a little more. Kenzie always loves my cooking," The blonde took a bit of sauce on a spoon and spun around in Kenny's hold, "I want to know what you think. Taste."

Kenny did as told, and an explosion of flavor layered over his tongue, "Holy shit, Claire!" Kenny exclaimed, "That's amazing; that has to be the best sauce I've ever tasted."

"Thanks." Claire gave a giddy smile and turned back around, "Kenzie thinks I got so good at this from cooking all the time whenever my dad was single. I think it's just the one thing I'm good at."

Kenny gave her a tight squeeze, "Don't talk like that; you're good at a lot of things, Claire."

"I know, but everyone has that one thing in their life that they are the best at!" Claire nuzzled herself into Kenny, "This is mine; I just got lucky to find it so quickly." She let out a small sigh, "I missed you."

Kenny shut his eyes, lowering and resting his head atop of hers, "I missed you, too." He let out a slow, calming breath, clearing his mind from what he had done with Kennedy. I kissed...but I still got up and walked away. It might not be a total victory, but I did better than the last time. I can do this...I can... He thought, trying to support at least the one right thing he'd done so far.

However, his focus swiftly shifted as Claire gave a wiggle, pushing her tight ass into his crotch. "Mhm, I can really feel how much you've missed me." She giggled, "It's gonna be a lot of fun later, huh?" Kenny pulled his head back up, taking an admiring glance down as the blonde continued to tease him. You know...from the back...you can't even tell her from her sister at all. The intrusive thought slipped in without warning. "Don't worry, you only have to make a little while longer, and then we have our time."

A while longer? No...no way; if I don't do something, I'm going to keep having these fucking thoughts, and Kennedy will make me do something I know I shouldn't! I have to -- I have to fix this now! Kenny abruptly spun Claire around, his hands taking a tight hold on her hips and lifting her right up. The girl let out a surprised yelp and then a giggle as Kenny moved her to the side and sat her on the edge of the counter. "Well, hello," Claire all but sang out, and Kenny silenced her with a desperately needful kiss. The blonde accepted it with grace, tilting her head and sliding her tongue into Kenny's mouth. She draped her arms around his neck, and she didn't even flinch when she felt Kenny's hands moving to her pants. "I don't think you've needed it this bad since --" Claire hummed hungrily, lifting herself up and letting her pants and panties be yanked down. Hanging from her left foot in a bundle, Kenny wildly used his other hand to get his cock out, "Since our first night."

"I need you so bad, Claire..." Kenny grunted and, without another moment, slammed his hips forward, sinking his cock right into her cunt. Claire's head fell back, and she gasped out in relief before giggling, "Oh fuck..." Kenny shut his eyes and immediately started to work in full thrusts. The teen pumped away as quickly and hardly as he pleased, and Claire was loving it all; unfortunately...Kenny could only sense that something was missing. Somehow, this moment, this spur of the moment, full of intensity, fuck was leaving him wanting. Claire was so very clearly enjoying it; that wasn't even a point of contention, but all Kenny could feel was that something was missing.

It's like...she wants it, but she doesn't really care either? Why isn't she -- I mean, Claire is -- I just... Kenny tried to decipher this mystery, but his subconscious was happy to give him a hand. Like a light switch being turned on, Kenny realized what it was and found himself doing the exact same thing he'd always done with Kennedy; he started to compare the two. Claire, as amazing as she was, she was missing that...desire. The feeling of utterly being wanted by Kennedy made everything so amazing. That one accident on the bed...when Kennedy was kissing him so needfully, pulling him in for more, asking for him to go slow, then faster. Everything felt perfect, and this was just....less than that. This realization only made Kenny all the more bitter and, in turn, made him work harder to get the pleasure he wanted from Claire. To make this work as it should right now.

"Ooooh, you missed me so fucking much," Claire gleefully said, wrapping her free leg around the small of his back, "You're really fucking hot when you're like this." The quip...as much as he wanted to like it, made Kenny flinch. Something about her plucky tone that he so normally loved was now...unfitting.

"Ssh, just don't talk..." He softly grunted back, silencing his girlfriend with another kiss which she was all too happy to return. Yet once again, this only turned out to be another disappointment. It was nothing like with Kennedy, hell, even if he left out the kissing he shared with her that night they had sex, the kiss he just had on the couch was everything Kenny wanted, and this one didn't hold a candle to it. Why?! Why doesn't it fucking feel right?! I can't let Kennedy do this to me! I can't! Why is she doing this to me?! Kenny's mind was filling with fury, and then he was utterly ripped out of it in an instant.

"What The Fuck?!" Kennedy's voice screamed out with venom in each word.

Kenny and Claire yanked away from their kiss, and while Kenny lowered his head, his face tightening with irritation, Claire sheepishly looked over, "O-Oh...uh, hey, Kenzie." She gave her twin a little wave, acting as though being caught with her boyfriend lodged inside her was just a minor embarrassment.

"Are you two fucking kidding me?! Really?!" Kenny screamed back, "Right here in the fucking kitchen?! I'm just out in the fucking living room! You're fucking disgusting! You're a fucking pig, Clark, you hear me?!"

"Kenzie, we --" Claire attempted to explain calmly.

Kenny finally felt the snap, "Oh will you shut the fuck up!" The teen's voice boomed out, taking both Claire and Kennedy by more than surprise, "Just fuck off and leave us alone, Kennedy, fucking Christ!" The demand flew out of him before he even had time to think.

"Kenny!" Claire gasped, "Say you're sorry right now!" The blonde instantly demanded while the teen lifted his head and shot a hard glare over at the doorway, towards Kennedy.

Yet all anger, resentment, hatred, even; it all flew away the moment he locked eyes with the girl.

It was only for a moment, a mere second, that they locked eyes, and at that moment, it was the briefest of flashes over Kennedy's eyes that showed something Kenny hadn't expected. Hurt. Kenny's brow slowly raised, "K-Kennedy...I didn't mean --" He stammered out, his voice dry and filled with immediate regret,

"Fuck you." Kennedy spat back, storming away without a second glance.

"Kenzie, wait!" Claire gave Kenny a push away, and she hopped down, but she quickly heard the thumps of the girl heading up the stairs, "Kenny, how could you say that to her?!"

"I don't -- I didn't mean to -- Shit..." Kenny felt his stomach drop right to the floor. After everything, all the talks, all the planning, he got what he wanted. He listened to Brian; he was mean, he got Kennedy to leave, and now...all he felt was shame.