Kendall: Ruin

Today is the day she is moving, and Kendall paces restlessly outside of their home. She is dressed to hide her figure, wearing a long, heavy shirt to obscure her heavy breasts and her wide hips. She wears a baggy skirt under that, the fabric of which hangs to her ankles. Her hair is up in a practical, boring bun.

She and Jackson only have one vehicle, a four-door sedan, to move with and are relying on Jackson’s family to help them. Jackson hardly ever mentions his family, Kendall notices, and seems just as nervous as she is about them meeting. He doesn’t discuss them much, but Kendall can tell that Jackson has tension with his parents, particularly toward his mother, though she cannot figure out exactly why.

It is a warm Summer morning. The sky is slightly overcast with predictions of it clearing up through the day. For now, there is a lot of moisture in the air. Kendall is watching the girls while Jackson calls his mother to ask where she and his father are. Kendall can only hear part of the conversation through the open front door as he paces inside. They are arguing about his mother wanting to bring a guest from what she can hear. Kendall intends to talk to him about it after he hangs up but soon finds herself distracted by her own phone when she receives a message from her mother.

“Your daddy wants to see you.”

Kendall frowns at the message and checks over her shoulder before responding. As she types up her response, Kendall finds that she feels the same stirring excitement that she always feels when her two worlds threaten to collide. She says, “I can’t. We’re moving today, and Jackson’s parents should be here soon to help.”

“I’ll be there soon,” he mother responds, and she honks as she pulls up in front of their driveway. She is driving her own car, a large, old station wagon, and she is smiling at Kendall through the open window, her aviator glasses hiding her eyes and her auburn hair worn down and straight.

Kendall glares and types back, “Mom!!”

“Mommy,” Paige corrects from her car, a knowing grin sitting easy on her face. “Your daddy has spoken,” she texts. “Don’t make him come over and get you himself.”

Kendall’s loins burns at the thought. James wouldn’t just take her. He would shame her and Jackson both in front of the girls, in front of Jackson’s family, and in front of the whole town he if he could. Jackson has only ever shown Kendall kindness, and even then, James has corrupted her to the point that thoughts of such shame brought her arousal.

She sighs and sends back, “I’ll be there soon.” Then, gathering the girls, she leads them back into the house and goes to seek Jackson inside. She finds him in the laundry room, talking with the door closed and his back to her when she enters.

“No, mom, I don’t care! He can’t come!”

Jackson looks angry, a rarity for him, but he smiles when he sees her. Kendall smiles back, but it is hollow. She is already horny and already thinking of James. Every time she looks Jackson in the eye, she feels guilty, but that guilt is not enough to stop her. James has absolute control over her and is, as far as she is concerned, completely irresistible.

“Say whatever you have to say to him,” says Jackson, holding up a single finger to indicate that he is almost done. “Just know that I don’t want him here and that’s final.” Jackson hangs up after that and, still smiling, meets Kendall’s gaze. “Sorry, my mom is being difficult,” he says. “What’s up?”

“Maybe you should be more patient with her,” Kendall says, though she is really pleading for patience for herself. Jackson’s discomfort illustrates to her that this is a conversation that is off limits, and she uses that as a launching board to get to the point. She leans into the doorway for comfort and whispers to him, “I’m sorry to tell you, but I have to go out for a bit.” She avoids the word cuck as she speaks, and avoids referring to Jackson at all to do it.

Lately, spending so much time around James has **** Kendall to find ways to make it up to Jackson. She comes home reeking of semen every night and feeling ornery. It fuels her hunger and her arousal to **** him, but she has been making efforts to avoid it. If she only calls Jackson a cuck when she tries to say his name, then she will avoid saying his name. In place of his name, she uses pet names where she can. She still slips up sometimes and often uses the word when angry with him, but she is careful now. The poetry of his real name being replaced with the word, however, is not lost on her.

Jackson looks briefly confused and his phone buzzes. He curses under his breath while typing a message back and, trading glances between her and the phone says, “What? Wait, why now? My parents will be here in under an hour, Kendall?”

“Then I’ll hurry,” says Kendall, and she leaves without giving Jackson time to respond. She is just outside when Jackson catches up with her.

“Kendall! Wait! Don’t go!”

Kendall stops just shy of her mother’s van and turns reluctantly to look at Jackson. They meet in the green grass of the yard, the summer heat humid and sweltering around them as the girls watch from the front door. Jackson stares her in the eyes looking sad and ****, and he tries to take her hand, but she silently refuses him. Looking past her, he steals a glance at her mother waiting in the driver’s seat. “Kendall, we’re moving today.”

Kendall glances at her mother, too, and finds her smiling. She realizes that this is the first time Jackson and Paige have met and wonders what Jackson must be thinking. He can likely see the family resemblance. The two of them look similar, their hair having the same texture, their skin being the same soft white. They have similar builds, too, though Paige has more pronounced curves that came with age and auburn hair in place of Kendall’s light brown.

“Where are you going? And when will you be back? You know how I am with my family.” He manages to catch one of her hands and, still loving him, she laces her fingers with his as he says, “Kendall, I need you.”

Staring him in the eyes, Kendall bites her bottom lip hard to keep herself from confessing. The fragile look of him is breaking her heart and though nothing can prevent her from going to James, in that moment, Jackson is very close. Her mother interrupts, though, speaking for her when she realizes Kendall can no longer speak for herself.

“She needs to go see her daddy before she leaves, cuck.” Kendall turns to find her mother glaring behind her sunglasses and feels small, weak, and horny. “Which is why she really needs to let go and get in this car. Right. Now.”

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