Getting Comfortable (TF)

Kenny's car rolled to a half in front of the Thomas house just a few hours before noon. A fresh day's sun was now entirely upon the teens, and a new comforting warmth was on their skin instead of the stinging cold following them down Kaster Mountain for the majority of the drive. Kenny turned the car off, and Claire quickly hopped out of the passenger seat, "Hooooome!" The blonde sang with a twirl, reaching down to pull the seat forward for her sister.

Claire all but jumped away, and Kenny recoiled in surprise as Kennedy's feet suddenly planted on the back of the passenger seat, aggressively kicking it forward and out of her way, "Finally! Get me the fuck out of this loser's shit wagon!" Kenny nearly winced as Kennedy's muttered and grumbled under her breath as she struggled to get out, smacking away Claire's helpful hand as she went until she was finally standing alongside her. With a huffing exhale, she straightened her clothes, "Never again! I'd rather die than get a fucking ride from Clark!" She furiously told Claire, pointing at Kenny as if she was scolding a dog, "Now get rid of it!"

Kenny widely blinked, unable to come up with a response to Kennedy's demand, but Claire's sweet smile didn't dip in the slightest to her sister's blowup, "Okay," She nodded, and Kennedy exhaled with content relief. Claire bent over, looking in at Kenny, who sank in his seat slightly, already forlorn at the idea of losing his initial invitation so suddenly, "Kenny, want to come inside?" Kenny smiled, and Kennedy released a near-shouting gasp, abruptly grabbing the passenger door and slamming it shut before he could respond.

Kenny heard some muffled shouting but no longer willing to stay so passive, he swiftly took off his buckle and climbed out of the car. "Uh, Claire?" He awkwardly interjected, causing the smiling girl to look over at him while Kennedy did the same, although with a beet-red face. Kenny leaned forward, resting his arms over the hood of his car, "I'd...love to come inside,"

"Yay!" Claire gave an excited little cheer, and that was enough to break her sister finally. Kennedy threw her hands into the air and stomped off without another word while Kenny rounded his car. As soon as he reached Claire, the blonde took him by the hand, eagerly yanking him towards the house, "My dad's at work right now, so you don't have to worry about meeting him," She began to reassure him, acting as though she wasn't just mid-argument with her sister mere moments ago.

"Oh, uh...what's your dad do?" Kenny curiously asked back,

"He's a doctor, like the ones who cut people up," Claire simply answered as they came through the front door, only for Kennedy to let out a low grumble,

"Tsk, a surgeon, Claire. He's called a fucking surgeon," She corrected with just a little extra icy bite to her words,

"Thanks, Kenzie!" Once again, Kenny was surprised at just how little bothered Claire, especially when it came to Kennedy. Suddenly Kenny heard a loud, deep woof! and before he knew it a Great Dane came charging around the corner, "Otie!" Claire greeted the happy pooch who abruptly jumped up, putting his paws on Kenny's chest and giving him a wet slurp on the face, "Awww, he likes you!"

"That dog likes everyone, Otis lacks a fucking brain," Kennedy muttered as Kenny weakly chuckled, petting the dog who hopped down,

Claire knelt down, tightly hugging Otis around the neck, "Otie doesn't need a brain because he's the sweetest, bestest, dog that ever lived!" Claire mushed the happily panting dogs face in her hands before giggling and standing back up. "Yeah, so my dad is a surgeon, so he's like gone all hours of the day and night at points. Mom isn't, though; she works at daycare until like three,"

"Ugh, God, Claire!" Kennedy exclaimed once more, "Michelle isn't our fucking mother! She's our stepmother! Our sixth fucking one!" Kennedy indignantly retorted before giving Kenny a stern glare, "Our dad is addicted to young sluts. He loves to take advantage of them before tossing them away once he's bored,"

"That's...uh...rough?" Kenny awkwardly replied, feeling all the more uncomfortable by Kennedy's prolonged gaze, almost feeling as though she was projecting the sentiment onto him, "Is...she nice?"

"Oh, Michelle is awesome! You'll love her when you meet her," Claire began to pull Kenny along once again, and Kennedy quickly cut in front of the duo, leading the way upstairs. "Okay, so we have our own bathroom right at the end of the hall down there." Claire happily continued only for Kenny to hear a sharp hiss and a black cat with white feet to come rushing by, retreating through a door on the left, "There goes Mittens. The cutest meanie around."

"Mittens?" Kenny raised a brow, "Nice name for a mean cat," He lightly joked,

"She's only mean to people not worth her time," Kennedy snarkily retorted, "Leave my cat, alone, Clark."

That makes almost too much sense. Kenny thought to himself while Claire continued onto the next topic without care, "My room --"

"This one is my room!" Kennedy yet again cut her sister off, storming towards a door on the left side of the hall, taking a protective stance in front of it, "I don't want to see a goddamn hair of yours near it, Clark! I never wanted you in my fucking house, but I'll be dead before I let some creepy loser pervert into my room to steal my panties like the freak he is!"

Kenny recoiled, bewildered by the insult, "W-What?! I wouldn't go and steal your -- What the fuck, Kennedy?!"

"Oh shut up, you're not tricking me, freak. Off-limits, got it?!" Kenny defensively raised his hands and gave a quick nod, "Good! Now please, do whatever the fuck you two are going to do...I'm gonna try and not puke and hope you're gone for good by the time I come back out." Without another word, Kennedy slipped into her bedroom and loudly slammed the door shut behind her.

"Jesus...is she always that high-strung? Like even in school, she's never been like that," Kenny scratched the top of his head, oddly wondering if he actually did something to earn this level of ire from Kennedy. It didn't seem possible for someone to be so cruel and heartless for no reason other than feeling like it, but no matter what he thought of, there wasn't a thing he could remember doing to piss her off in such a way.

"Kenzie is just...really sensitive sometimes," Claire thoughtfully replied, "She probably has something on her mind and just needs to cool off for a few minutes. Don't worry. She's actually being a lot nicer to you than a lot of the other guys I bring over,"

Kenny immediately turned, facing the blonde girl, "Seriously? That's nice?"

Claire giggled, "I know it sounds crazy, but yeah. She never talked to Henry at all," Claire recalled with a little shake of her head, "She never liked him, and I think she mostly just made...growls when he was around," She added with a little laugh that trailed into a sigh. She took Kenny's hands back in hers, swaying her hips back and forth, "Soooooo, still feel like seeing my room?" Kenny's brow raised, and all his concerns and thoughts of Kennedy flew right out of his head.

Claire and Kenny burst through her bedroom door, their lips locked and eager hands grabbing at each other's clothes. Claire had Kenny's jeans falling to the ground while he had her shirt over her head at the same time. By the time the teens even hit the edge of Claire's bed, they were already fully naked, and as they fell into the soft cushion, they found themselves in a little roll in which Claire found herself on top. The blonde was more than eager to fulfill the duty of that position again as she wasted no time in reaching down between her legs, pointing Kenny's stiff cock up, and sliding right down on it.

Kenny let out a **** gasp as Claire's hot, snug hole swallowed his cock in one full plunge. His fingers dug into Claire's waist, and he let out a second hissing breath through his teeth as Claire tightened around him, "H-Holy fuck..." Kenny didn't have another thought in his mind about anything, only focusing on the pleasure wrapped around his dick. Claire sighed. Claire's hands pressed on Kenny's stomach, and she began to rock her hips up and down, letting a few inches of Kenny's dick slide in and out at a time,

The first time was nervous; the second time was for something to prove, but this time Claire and Kenny both could tell it was for nothing but the fun of doing it. "Fuuuuuuck, I was thinking about this the whole ride home! I fucking love your cock, Kenny!" Claire's gracefully slid her legs forward, and with a quick readjustment, she was now squatted down over Kenny.

The teens both released a few gasping moans as Claire quickly began to hop up and down, making Kenny's cock drive in straight. "F-Fucking hell, Claire, that feels so fucking amazing! God...I can't believe I'm doing this with you again -- Fuck!"

"Yeah, you like me fucking you like that, Kenny?" Claire moaned back in a honey-tone voice, "I know I fucking do," She let added with a hungry little growl, "I want to do this again, and again, and a-fucking-gain with you! Think about it; we can wake up together and fuck...go to bed together and fuck...go out and end up fucking...sneak off together to fuck....oh my god, it's going to be so good with you!"

Kenny tightened his hold on Claire's waist again, but this time, the teen yanked her forward. Claire gasped in surprise as she fell back down to her knees. She planted her hands on either side of Kenny's head, catching herself from fully falling. Kenny wasted no time; he lifted his hips up and buried his cock in deep while at the same time jamming his lips against Claire. "Oh my God, Claire, that's all I want!" Kenny all but cried out in ecstasy.

A shouting moan filled Kenny's mouth along with Claire's dancing tongue. The pair were now fucking in unison, their hips colliding in sharp slaps. Claire broke the kiss, a long string of saliva connecting them for a time, "Mhm, that's it, smart guy...do exactly what you fucking want to me; I love it...." Kenny growled and, without warning, rolled the pair over. Claire's eyes lit up, and she grabbed her ankles and lifted them up in the air with a hungry, challenging smile, "Fuck me deep," She purred, and Kenny was all too happy to oblige.

Kenny planted his hands at the bottom of her thighs and began to slam in with long deep strokes. "Yesssssss," Claire brought her arms under her knees and interlocked her hands, "That's exactly what I wanted! Aahhh! Harder! Faster! Oh my God! Oh my God, you're fucking amazing!" Kenny hissed out another growl, and pounding slaps filled the room, "Yes! Yes! Give me your cock! Give me your big fucking cock!" Claire's face was starting to deepen red, her voice turning hoarse, "Don't stop! Don't stop! I'm gonna cum! You're gonna make me cum!" Kenny locked his jaw, forcing his own will to finish off and put everything he had into fucking Claire as hard and fast as he could.

Claire's entire body was rocking with each pump, her breasts jumped up and down, and the only noise that was coming out of her mouth now was sharp, squealing moans."Oh, Fuck!" Claire suddenly exclaimed, her upper half pushing forward, Her brown eyes wide as ever. Kenny planted a hand on the back of Claire's head and pressed his forehead to hers as she started to cum. His thrusts didn't slow; gushes of Claire's cum squirted around Kenny's pistoning shaft. The blonde's mouth was agape, but her body couldn't muster a sound as her orgasm tore through her. Her cunt was squeezing and milking Kenny's cock for all its worth, and his resistance to hold back was starting to leave him.

Kenny's teeth ground together as spurt after spurt continued to shoot from his cock, painting Claire's pink interior completely white. The blonde could feel each shot until there was nothing but the pleasant burn inside her, and all the while, Kenny's eyes were all but rolled back, overwhelmed by the feeling. Thankfully, Claire's body finally relaxed as her release finished. The blonde let her body go limp and laid back down on the floor as she released a few gasping breaths. Kenny slowed his thrusts, helping him regain his composure. Suddenly, Claire laughed, "Jesus Christ, mhmm, I haven't cum like that since...well, way before Henry," Claire gleefully panted, "Fucking God, Kenny, where the hell have you been all my life?"

"S-Sitting behind you in science class?" He weakly joked as his cock fell free from her cunt, and he collapsed back on her bed, "This is like a dream, Claire..."

"I'm glad you like it so much," Claire giggled as she readjusted so she could cuddle up next to the teen, resting her head on her chest, "If it helps you feel even better, you're already in my top three for best fucks ever, and we just started,"

Kenny weakly chuckled, "You know, oddly enough, that does make me feel pretty good," He honestly admitted, "So...does this mean I can see you again soon?"

Claire giggled, walking her fingers up his chest, "You can see me anytime you're feeling up to it," She gave her lips a seductive little lick, "All you have to do is text me,"

Kenny's face lit up with joy all over again, "L-Let me get my phone so that I can add your number," Claire grinned as Kenny rolled out of bed, quickly going for his discarded jeans and pulling out his phone. The teen slowed, however, as he found himself looking at a text message that was sent to him during his moment with Claire,

"Everything alright? Is it evil Julie telling you she's coming to destroy me for breaking the dreaded rule?!" Claire sarcastically exclaimed before falling into a giggling fit.