Kevin wishes Hana's inhibitions away

"Better, how?" Kevin asked, "I'm pretty sure most guys at school would kill to date Cassie."

"Yeah, well most guys are idiots," Hana replied. Looking up at Kevin with those same conflicted brown eyes, she continued, "You're not. You need someone smart, who can keep up with you and has more in common with you than being popular."

"And where exactly am I supposed to find a girl like that?" Kevin asked, pressing the blue-haired girl to stop beating around the bush.

"I don't know," Hana said, looking away and rubbing her arm. "I mean, there are a lot of girls at our school. I'm sure there's someone better than that hyperactive bimbo."

"I can only think of one person who fits that description," Kevin said, gently placing his hand on Hana's bare knee and leaning in, "and she's right here."

The pale-skinned girl recoiled, jumping back far enough to put nearly a foot of space between them. Blushing and anxiously stroking her long hair, Hana stammered, "W-what the heck are you doing? Kevin, you can't do that. We can't. Trust me, I get it, but—"

"I wish that Hana will find a way to get over the fact that we're siblings," Kevin wished, making sure to word the wish so that she would figure it out during their conversation and hadn't always been cool with it. He wanted to live through getting together with her, not retroactively be dating her.

"—we're brother and sister. I mean, you know, sure, I'm adopted, but we still can't. We just... We can't. We're related," Hana finished, resolve clearly wavering.

Kevin carefully scooted closer to his adopted sister, reaching out and lifting her chin so that he could gaze into her beautiful brown eyes. She flinched at his touch, but didn't pull away. "Hana, it's like you said, you're adopted. We're not related by blood. There's nothing wrong about us being together. I like you and I'm pretty sure you like me; that makes us being together right. Why should we care about stupid taboos that shouldn't even apply to us?" he pushed, trying to help her to break through years of societal conditioning.

Hana shook her head, knocking Kevin's hand away and causing her blue hair to fall around her face. "I know. I know. I've... I've thought about this. A lot. It's just... What would people say? What would they do?"

"Who cares what other people think? Being together is worth it," Kevin argued, knowing full well that he could wish the world into not caring. "We don't have to tell anyone if you don't want to though. We can keep it a secret, and when we get out of high school, we can just not tell people we're related. I just want to be with you, in whatever way I can."

"Kevin, I... I just..." She seemed to be at the breaking point, then looked down and said, "What about Mom and Dad?"

Kevin was beginning to grow frustrated and contemplated another wish, but ultimately decided to push on. It would mean so much more breaking through to her with his words. "Mom and Dad will understand," he said, reaching out and parting the curtain of hair that was hiding her face. He gently cupped her cheek and felt its warmth. She didn't flinch this time; if anything, she leaned into his palm. "They love us, and they will no matter what. They just want us to be happy."

"I... maybe. Maybe, if..." Hana's eyes found Kevin's, her hand reaching up to cover the one cupping her cheek. Anxiously, she said, "You're serious about this, right? I'm not just another conquest? I couldn't take it, Kevin. If... If we do this, it has to be for real. I think I can deal with school, and even Mom and Dad, but you have to be one hundred percent in this with me."

"I am," Kevin replied sincerely, not even having to think about it. He wasn't lying either. He hadn't planned on it, but he was completely serious. There was something about her, some combination of his new memories and the **** flesh and blood girl in front of him, that made him want to be with her. He couldn't understand how the him of this world hadn't done anything sooner.

More than Cassie or Jessica, he felt something with Hana. Physical attraction of course—she was a pale Asian blue-haired alternative dream-girl. There was something more than that though, an emotional connection. Yeah, they had a lot of shared interests, which was great, but that wasn't it.

She got him. Not just the him of this world, but the real him. She was the unpopular outcast he had been, she just wore it better. She knew his pain and hated the popular kids as much as he did. He'd started to lose his way today, and without even realizing it, she'd reminded him of who he really was.

Cautious not to spook her, Kevin slowly leaned down toward Hana and guided her face toward his with the hand cupping her cheek. She silently consented to the kiss, closing her eyes as she tilted her face up to meet his.

Kevin felt something spark between them the moment his lips brushed against hers. It was nothing like the kisses he'd shared with Cassie earlier in the day, nor any of those he could recall from his new memories. There was more than just the physical sensation of her soft lips; the kiss felt right.

He knew Hana felt it too, because when she pulled back from their gentle exchange, her hand immediately went to her lips. Looking up at Kevin with wide brown eyes, she said, "Um, wow."

"Yeah," he agreed, still feeling a bit dazed.

Hana smiled, a welcome sight after the seeing her go through so much emotional turmoil. She looked like her usual brazen self again, ready to take on the world, or at least make fun of it. With a small laugh, she asked, "Remind me again why we didn't do that sooner?"

Kevin shook his head, finding himself grinning for no reason. "I have no idea. We're clearly idiots."

"Clearly," Hana agreed, leaning against him and resting her head on his arm.

The feeling of the lithe alternative girl pressing her body up against his, even just the side, was enough to begin to rouse the monster between Kevin's legs. Ignoring it as best he could, he asked, "So, what do a couple of idiots like us do now?"

Hana grinned up at him mischievously. "Well, I can think of a few other things I wish we'd done sooner."

Kevin returned her grin, and asked, "Oh? And what might those be?"

"Well, for one, as amazing as that kiss was—" Hana swung one of her legs over Kevin's lap, her perky rear settling over his hardening member and her face close enough to his that he could feel her breath "—I'd really like to try something a little more... intense." Before Kevin could respond, the tiny Asian girl wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a tight embrace.

The second kiss was just as electric as the first, but infinitely more passionate. Hana didn't toy with him or aggressively overpower him like Cassie had; she came to the kiss as an equal, sharing the experience with him as their tongues fervently danced back and forth between their mouths. The sensation was only amplified by the feeling of her soft unpainted lips and her sweet natural scent, nothing like the glossy lips and perfume the cheerleader had been wearing.

It was wrong to compare her to Cassie though, even if that was his only basis for comparison. He was with Hana, and she should be the only thing on his mind—which she was making very easy with the way she was grinding her ass over his cock through his jeans.

The lithe Korean girl leaned back from the kiss, hands still linked around the back of Kevin's neck. Smirking up at him as she caught her breath, she deliberately slowed her hips' motions and ran her pert little ass along the entire length of his denim covered erection. "Wow, the rumors of your length have not been greatly exaggerated."

Kevin stared at Hana in amused disbelief. "Did you just quote Mark Twain while grinding on my cock?"

Hana grinned and let out a chuckle as she continued her slow teasing. Her brown eyes hungry, but still twinkling with mischief, she said, "Of course not, I paraphrased him."

"Of course," Kevin ceded, rolling his eyes playfully as he savored the things Hana was doing with her hips.

Pushing down to rub her little gym shorts harder across his jeans, Hana explained, "A quote would be something like; I know Roosevelt was talking about diplomacy when he said 'Speak softly and carry a big stick,' but apparently it's a good rule for a guy making out with his girlfriend too."

Kevin didn't bat an eyelash at the girlfriend line; he knew he was committed at this point, and found himself completely on board. Chuckling back at the girl teasing his length, he joked, "Wow, I can suddenly relate to Gomez Addams."

Before Hana could ask for clarification, he placed his hands on her slim waist to steady her and lowered his lips to her neck. He playfully worked his way across her exposed skin, peppering it with playfully rough kisses. Between the suckling and nibbling, he said, "Oh, Hana! You know I can't control myself when you reference the great men of the turn of the century!"

Hana giggled and put her hands on Kevin's shoulders, pushing him away. Resuming her grinding with more urgency, she added a circular motion that Kevin found unfair and wonderful at the same time. Gazing up at her new boyfriend with flushed cheeks and a hungry grin, she asked, "Seriously, an Addams Family reference? That's it, foreplay's over; I'm good to go. We need to get up to one of our rooms, STAT."

Not needing to be told twice, Kevin abruptly stood up, placing one hand under the light-weight girl's perky ass to support her and the other on her back to keep her from falling. Surprise flashed across Hana's features as she instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around his body, clinging tightly to him and pressing her lithe frame flush against his muscular one.

As Kevin was making sure he had a good grip on the slim Asian girl, she leaned back enough to catch his eye and said, "Wow. Okay, I still hate the whole football thing, but I've got to admit you being able to literally sweep me off my feet is pretty hot."

Kevin chuckled, "It helps that you barely weigh a hundred pounds."

"One-o-four, thank you very much," Hana replied playfully, gripping Kevin tight with her legs for support and grinding against his toned abs. "Good things come in small packages."

Kevin was inclined to agree, moving both hands to her firm ass and kneading it as he carefully started up the stairs. The feeling of her petite body rubbing against him while she clutched to him for support was incredibly erotic, not to mention the primal satisfaction of being able to pick up a woman and physically carry her back to his bed.

Halfway up the stairs, Hana got more comfortable in her position and began to tease Kevin again. She slowly dragged the front of her svelte young body across his, including her very clearly braless chest. Even through both their shirts, Kevin could feel her stiff nipples rubbing against him, and the sensation made his member strain even harder to break free from its denim prison.

When his mischievous girlfriend craned her neck and started nibbling along his exposed collarbone, Kevin nearly dropped her. As he quickly readjusted his grip, one of his hands slipped between her legs and felt a damp warmth through her thin gym shorts. Supporting her weight with the hand still on her ass, he reached the fingers of his other hand down to the spot and pressed down, rubbing the fabric in circles.

Hana dropped her face to Kevin's chest and let out a muffled moan, her body ceasing its grinding as her limbs tightened their grip around him and pulled him close. As Kevin continued to tease her, she turned up to him and nearly hissed, "Bedroom. Now."