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Kyle/Tess |
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NC-17 |
| Summary |
Tess' POV following the events of Kyle's announcement at the Prom. |
"I think of you as family. As a sister, I don't think it could be a romantic thing-" He tries to explain as my heart stops and I try to hide my emotions.
A sister? A sister?!
He thinks of me as his sister?
I blink as I try to process his words. I look into his eyes and I don’t see the passion I once did. He doesn't love me? I- I-
Ugh!
"I understand," I manage to reply as he smiles. "You know I'm disappointed, but I understand."
I try to keep my cool as my heart pounds and melts into oblivion-
A sister?
He hugs me and for a second I think that he may feel more for me then he has admitted to- then he pulls away, dashing my hopes. I sigh and follow him back into the hallway- the lingering music echoes in the halls.
I'm overjoyed, I'm thrilled- no really.
He freezes in front of me and I look up to see that he is staring at Max. Max. My destiny, my husband, my king- more like my headache.
Kyle turns to me and motions to me that it's ok for me to go to him-
I stifle a cry as my heart rips even more. He wants me to comfort Max?
Max? His sworn enemy?!
Ugh-
He truly doesn't care, he doesn't want me- he never has.
I manage a smile as I head over to Max.
"You look sad," I reply as I sit down beside him.
Max sighs and he goes on and on about this and that and Liz and blah, blah, blah-
I don't care about Liz! I bet, it's probably her fault that Kyle doesn't want me anymore. I never did like her.
"I remembered something else," his voice breaks past my thoughts. "I don't know how to feel about it-"
"What do you remember?" I question as he stares at me.
"Our first kiss. It was at a party- late at night. And you- "
My heart flutters at the thought that maybe, just maybe he is to be my destiny after all, and that my recent feelings towards Kyle were misguided.
Just, maybe-
"I, I leaned in-" I reply softly. "And whispered in your ear and then you touched my cheek-" I lean in closer, remembering the past with such vivid details.
"And then we just-" he replies as he leans in and kisses me and-
Nothing.
I expect the same feelings I remember, but I feel nothing. A big fat nothing. No shooting stars, no flashing lights- Nothing!
Is this to be my destiny?
I smile and we embrace. He smiles at me and for a second I know that if I push just a little he could be mine- but, do I want him?
Ugh-
Just five minutes ago, I had wanted Kyle to kiss me, not Max. God, is this ironic or what? I finally get a chance with Max and I don't want him-
Wow.
I don't want him- I want Kyle!
I want him and damn it, I'm going to get what I want! Feeling a renewed sense of determination, I leave Max and his weak ass kisses and my so called destiny to find Kyle.
I see him talking with his football buddies and I go over to him. "Can we go?" I ask as he looks at me and then glances over to where Max is standing.
"Things didn't go well with Evans'?" He questions as he studies me for a reaction of some kind.
"I don't want to talk about it," I sigh and he nods in understanding.
"Ok, let's go-" he states as he takes my arm. "Bye, guys-" he waves to his buddies and escorts me out the crowded auditorium and into the fresh air.
We stop at the car and he leans in to unlock the door and my breath catches in my throat. Oh, I want him-
I take a deep breath and he opens the car door for me. "Thanks," I reply as he grins.
God, he's so fuckable-
He takes my hand and helps me in, his hands linger on my hand and I feel slightly flushed- I adjust my gown and I watch him and his tight ass as he rounds the car. He sits in the driver's seat and he looks over and smiles at me as we drive off.
My eyes dart around the car, needing to focus on something, but I can't keep my eyes off his hands. I can't help but imagine what he could do with those hands-
God. Stop it, Tess!
He thinks of you as a sister- a sister!
Why me?
Ugh!!
We pull up to the house and I wait as he opens my door. As I try to get out I trip on the hem of my dress and he catches me as I fall.
Damn-
His arms wrap securely around me, "are you ok?" He questions as he helps me up. I take a deep breath and I'm overwhelmed by his scent.
I manage to nod as his hand lingers on the small of my back. Our gazes lock and for a second I see a spark-
He pulls away quickly and shifts his gaze. I stand frozen in my spot.
He does feel something- yes!
I quickly follow him to his room and catch him starting to take off his tux.
Damn, he's built.
My mouth waters and my heartbeat quickens as I stand there and enjoy the view. I stifle a moan as he stands in front of his dresser, now only in his boxers.
I quietly walk in as he sees my reflection in the mirror. He spins around and looks at me.
"Can you help me with the zipper?" I ask sweetly as I turn to him. "I think it's stuck."
He stares at me for a second, "no problem-" he replies his voice slightly deeper- huskier them normal.
My eyes drop to his boxers and I notice a rather large bulge, sister my ass-
He reaches over and pulls at the zipper. He curses under his breath as he tries to unzip it, but can't.
He steps closer to me and I can feel the heat of his breath on my neck-
I feel faint.
His fingers graze against my bare skin and I close my eyes in ecstasy. "Did you get it?" I manage to whisper.
"No," he groans as he tugs at the zipper once more. I turn around and gaze into his eyes.
His gaze is darker and heated with lust. I step closer to him, my chest rubbing up against his.
A wave of electricity washes over me and my body trembles with need.
"Tess," he groans as he steps away and stubbles onto the bed.
"Kyle," I reply as I tug on the zipper and let my dress fall to the floor.
"Damn," he mutters under his breath as he stares at my exposed flesh.
I feel the burning of his gaze as I lean down and peel off my slip and stockings.
I look up at my reflection in the mirror and I can't help but watch him watching me. My heart is pounding so hard, that I can hear it echoing in my ears.
I feel flushed, my panties feel damp- God, I want him.
I start to unhook my strapless bra-
"I am sitting here-" he groans as I turn to him and smile.
"So?" I whisper, my voice low and sultry. "You did say, you thought of me as a sister."
He stares at me as I unhook the last hook and drop it to the floor. "Uh-" he groans as I step closer to him.
I notice that he is sitting on my nightgown and I smirk. I lean over him and tug on my nightgown.
He jerks with my sudden advancement and lays back onto the bed pulling the nightgown and me with him.
"Ow," I cry as we hit our heads together. He rolls on top of me as he inspect my forehead.
"Are you okay?" He whispers as he brushes his arm against my nipples and I tremble with pleasure.
"Never been better-" I reply as he gaze locks with mine.
I raise my hand and rub his forehead tenderly, "and you?" I ask as I trail my fingers down the side of his face and to the curve of his lips.
"I'm good-" he moans as he shifts his weight, pinning me to the bed.
I close my eyes in bliss as he runs his hand down my neck to my chest. He cups my breast and I moan in response.
"Oh, god-" I cry as the warmth of his lips encircle my pert nipple.
I grab his chin and pull his lips to mine. Our lips graze against each other. His lips agonizingly tease mine as he lingers above them.
"Kyle," I plead as he smirks slightly and touches his lips to mine.
I open my mouth to his, granting him access. His tongue lingers and grazes against mine as our kiss deepens.
I feel light headed, my body trembles with passion, blurry images of stars and of our past flash before us. He is the one- he is my destiny.
Time seems frozen as we continue to kiss, only the burning need for air causes me to pull away.
"Kyle, Tess- I'm home!" The voice booms in the air and Kyle flies off the bed and into the bathroom.
Damn.
I pull on my nightgown and I try to calm my breathing. I grab our clothes and I quickly hang them up.
I climb into bed as Jim opens the door, "there you are-"
I smile and nod as we hear the shower turn on and I want more then anything to join him in that shower.
"Have a good time?" He questions as he grins.
"I had a nice time, and you? How was your date with Amy?" I ask softly as he smiles. His eyes light up and I know that Jim and Amy have something special.
"It was great-" he replies and starts to close the door. "Night, Tess."
"Night-" I sigh as the door shuts.
I hear the shower turn off and I wait to see if he comes back into the room and he doesn't-
Ugh!
Feeling sexually and emotionally frustrated I bury my head under my pillow.
"Don't you need to breathe?" A voice questions and I pull the pillow away and look up at him.
Yes!
His bright eyes dance in the darkness. "Hi-" I reply as he sits down beside me.
"What just happened-" He voice falters, "can't happen again."
"What?" I gasp as Kyle stands up and walks away. "You can't say you didn't feel anything."
"It can't happen again-" he repeats with less conviction and shuts the door behind him.
No!!
It can happen again and it will.
~
Agonizing days go by- sexual tension fills every room that we occupy and he starts spending less and less time with me.
Ugh-
"Tess," I hear Jim's voice call and I look up at him.
"Yeah?" I sigh.
"I need to go away for the weekend," he states and my mind goes on autopilot from there. He continues to talk as I begin to formulate a plan. Me, Kyle- alone.
Yes.
"Will you two be okay?"
I smile, "we'll be just fine."
He nods and begins to pack up his things. I walk over to the thermostat and raise my hands to it. Opps, it's not working, darn.
I smirk.
Let's see how long he can stand the heat and me only in my underwear.
A few minutes later Jim leaves and the house is a few degrees warmer.
I begin to make dinner as I hear him come in, "Dad, Tess-" he calls out as he walks into the main room.
"I'm in here-" I call out to him as I place the meal into the oven.
"Smells good-" He replies as he stands in the doorway.
"Well, you can try it in an hour-"
"An hour?" he grumbles as I turn to him. "But, I'm dying here-"
"Yeah, yeah-" I laugh as he gazes around the kitchen, "does it feel warm in here? or is it just me?"
"It's not you-" I reply with a laugh. "But, I'm standing in front of a the hot oven- my answer may be biased."
"Ha, ha-" he mocks as he drops his stuff on the ground. He pulls off his sweatshirt as he turns around, his muscles rippling with his every movement.
I could see the faint film of sweat that coated his body- damn.
I feel a little faint and I grasp onto the counter as a wave of passion and sexual need passes through me. Does he have to look so damn good? I think my plan may backfire at this rate.
~
Dinner comes and goes and he retires to his room. Great. Perfect.
Ugh-
One day left until Jim comes home. This has to work, or I’m going die trying.
~
The morning rolls around and I’m hotter and more sexual frustrated then before.
Ugh.
I get up and pullout a sheer bikini top and matching shorts. I stare at my reflection, damn- if this doesn't get his attention. I don't know what will.
I begin to walk around the corner as I hear voices linger in the air and I stop.
"Nothing?" I hear Kyle's voice whine.
"Valenti-" I hear Michael's voice grumble. "What does it look like?"
"I'm dying here-"
"It's not that hot."
"Yeah, but it not just the heat-"
Yes! It's working- now if Michael can get his ass out of here I can begin.
"Talk to Dr. Love-"
I stifle a giggle at the thought of Michael giving Kyle advice on love-
"She's killing me-"
"I knew it-"
"Knew what?"
"That you had more then sisterly feelings for her-"
"That doesn't matter-" Kyle replies harshly. "As long as her feelings for Max linger-"
That's it? That's why he won't try anything? Because of Max?
"Just go for it-"
My thoughts exactly! Michael I could so kiss you!
I round the corner, "oh. Hi, Michael- I thought I heard your voice."
"Hey-" he manages to reply as they continue to stare at me.
"Um-" Kyle squeaked. "We were um-"
"Trying to fix the A/C?" I offer as they both nod in reply. "Well, I'm going to get a drink-" I reply as a smirk plays across my lips.
It's so good to have the power. I hear Michael leave as I grab a bottle of water. "Did you get it to work?" I ask as I feel his heated gaze on my back.
"No-" he replies as I nod and bring the bottle to my lips.
"Bummer-" I sigh as I trail the bottle of water across my forehead and down my chest.
"I'm going to go out-" he cries out and leaves quickly.
Damn, and I was just getting started.
~
Hours later and a few degrees cooler I sat on the couch in my matching blue tank-bra and thong.
He had to come home sooner or later-
The door creaks open and I look up at him. "Finally decided to come home?" I question. "Where have you been? I was worried."
"I had stuff-" he replies as his gaze lingers on the floor.
"Is there something on the floor?" I question as he quickly looks up and his eye grow wide.
Bingo-
"No-" he grumbles as he sits down across from me.
"I want you-" I state as his jaw drops.
"What?" he gasps.
"I. Want. You." I reply slowly as I cross to him.
"But, you're like my sister." He argues as I stand in front of him and take off my bra. "Sssister."
"I don't think so," I reply as I sit on his lap and begin to pull off his clothes.
"What about Max?" He questions as I drop his shirt to the ground.
"In the past-" I reply as I lean into kiss him and he pushes me away.
"Tess-" he replies as my gaze lock with his.
"Damn it Kyle!" I cry as I get up. "What do I have to do? Am I not appealing enough to you?"
He blinks as I feel the sting of tears. "I've tried everything, I want you, not Max. You!"
I turn and walk away, the hot tears spilling down my face. I climb into the bed and cry into the pillow.
"Tess," he calls out to me as I feel him sit on the bed.
"Go away-" I cry as he turns me over and I stare up at him. "Just leave me alone-"
I stiffen as he leans over and wipes away the tears. "I've always wanted you-"
I blink as my mind races, did he just say what I think he said. "You do?"
"Yes," he replies as he leans in and kisses me softly. "I thought you still needed to get Max through your system, and I just thought it would be better for us, if you were my sister-"
I shut him up with another kiss. My heart races, I can't believe this is happening.
"Tess-" he moans as he pins me to the bed and I close my eyes in bliss as hands follow the path it did one week ago-
"Kyle," I gasp as he runs his hand across my chest teasing my nipples before he cups my breast and squeezes them softly.
"Oh, god-" I cry as the warmth of his tongue lingers around my nipple before he captures it within his mouth.
My hands travel up his back and I pull at the base of his neck, my fingers curling around his hair. I groan as he pulls away from my nipple, the cool air stinging against the suckled breast.
"Tess," He gasps as our lips meet passionately, our tongues lash and explore deep with in our mouths.
I feel light headed, my body trembles with passion as we continue to kiss and our hands roam and tease each other.
We gasp for air as the need for air became to great to ignore. He shifts slightly and our gazes lock.
The heat and passion from his gaze alone causes my heart to stop and starts my juices flowing.
"Kyle," I cry with need as he starts kissing my chest once more and continues down.
He looks up at me as he reaches the tip of my panties. He wraps a finger around them and pulls them up. The fabric pulling and teasing my clit. "Oh-" I groan as he pulls harder on the fabric, causing it to continue to rub against me-
His fingers sneak under the fabric and plunge inside me, "Kyle!"
I feel the tingling and burning sensation building inside me as my hips rock in tune with his hands and I close my eyes. He tears the panties off me as his tongue teasingly licks where his hand once was.
He whispers my name against my clit sending a current of electricity down my spine.
His tongue buries deep within me and I feel a slight release, before the energy continues to build.
"Kyle," I groan as he pulls away and studies my body in the dim light.
I rub my knee against his erection and he cries out my name. I turn the tables and flip him over. I pull up and straddle him, grinding my hips into his.
"Oh," he groans as I rock slowly against him, teasing him slightly.
Ignoring the need to get off, I pull off his jeans and boxers and take him in my hands. His stiff penis quivers slightly as I yank on it and his hips buck off the bed.
I smile before I press my lips against his shaft, "fuck." He moans as I careful and slowly lick and suck every inch of his length.
His hands wrap around my neck and he pulls me away from his penis to his mouth- "no." He whispers as we roll over and he pins me to the bed.
We kiss softly before he rests his forehead against mine and our gazes lock, "are you sure?" He questions his voice trembling and breathless.
"God, yes-" I gasp and he grins in response. He leans over me to the bedside table and pulls out a condom.
I grab the condom from his hands and rip open the packaging as I rush to put it on. I lean back further as he parts my thighs.
He teases my opening with his penis and I can't help but buck against him.
I need him-
My body trembles as he pushes into me. He pauses only a second as he hits up against a slight resistance and then plunges through it.
A flicker of pain passes through my body. "Oh," I groan as we both relish the loss of my virginity and the fact he is inside me.
I wrap my legs around him as he starts to withdrawal, just to plunge back inside me.
I feel like I'm in heaven, images and lights flicker around us. I lose all sense of thought and I don't care.
Our bodies continue to rock, our hands exploring and supporting each movement- our lips never parting.
It must be some alien thing, for the next thing I notice we were floating in the air. Our physical bodies were fucking as out mental, spiritual side made love in the air, mimicking our Earthly motions-
In a white blast of light our bodies meet and our orgasms peaked. We fall to the bed breathless and I feel as if we were still flying.
Wow-
I curl up against him as he wraps his arms around me, "wow-" he gasps.
I laugh as I trace my hands against his chest and snuggle into to him. "Exactly what I was thinking-"
He nods and I close my eyes, the overwhelming sense of love engulfs me- I love him, and I know he loves me- and I can't help but smile.
All this heartache and torture over a false statement, of sisterly love.
Sister- hah!
I can't help but laugh at how idiotic that sounds and his miserable attempts at making me try to believe that.
I am his, but only as a lover and friend. He can have Maria for the sisterly love.
The End |
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