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Kendall got lost.
He didn’t know where he was, why he had gotten into a stranger’s car, or why that stranger had left him with his strange family on a farm in the middle of nowhere, far from Cambridge or Boston.
Kendall promised himself it would be the last time he mixed so much crap at a college party celebrating the start of summer, especially following the biggest druggie at the party for more ketamine. Why couldn’t he be like Stewy and know when to stop?
Perhaps that’s why, as he struggled to make a call on the house phone, he stopped when he saw you had just arrived with all your suitcases.
He rushed to help you and carried the suitcases inside.
“Thank you,” you said gratefully.
You didn’t seem surprised to see a stranger in your house, but Kendall thought the place was a mess. There were two little kids running around everywhere and two grumpy teenagers blasting heavy metal music. Then there were your parents, presumably the middle-aged couple who had kindly offered him chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. He had declined the offer because he couldn’t find his wallet or phone and didn’t want to accuse them of theft. All he wanted was to make a call to get out of there alive.
They warned him that there might not be any signal and he might have to go to the nearest town. Kendall spent the whole morning trying to call without success until he saw you and helped you with your things.
You seemed very tired as you proceeded to hang your denim jacket in the closet where all the family’s coats were. Kendall stood there like a statue, staring at you. He still had a horrible hangover, his head was pounding, and his stomach was growling. Maybe he should have accepted those pancakes.
“Sweetie, you’re home, and your brother’s friend helped you. How considerate,” said the woman with a huge smile. “We’re finishing breakfast. I made pancakes, your favorites.”
You passed by him without looking, and Kendall felt rejected, but at the last moment, you turned back.
“Aren’t you coming?”
He ran after you.
That summer was the strangest but the best of his life. He would never have another summer like that one. Without any of the luxuries he was used to, on a farm surrounded by a dense forest.
That same afternoon, he tried to convince you to take him to the town to make the call that would get him out of there. Stewy was probably worried about him, but his father was expecting him the next week on the family yacht in the Mediterranean, so he wasn’t worried about him yet.
“I’ll take you tomorrow, I’m very tired, but tomorrow I promise,” you said, throwing yourself onto your single bed.
You had given him some aspirin, and your mother had prepared a hangover remedy for him. He was feeling much better, but he was still very tired. He proceeded to carefully observe your room. You still had your dolls, and he sat on the pink floral couch, resting his head on the backrest. He fell into a deep sleep; he had never slept so well in his twenty-one years of life.
When he woke up, there was a pink blanket over him, and you were still sleeping.
That day, you took him to the town to make the call. You had a quite worn-out Chevrolet pickup truck, but you drove it well, and Kendall felt safe with you.
You stopped for ice cream. He didn’t have a single dollar on him; he still couldn’t find his wallet and was starting to believe that your brother had stolen it. You bought him the ice cream.
“It’s really not necessary,” he said.
“It’s hot today, and you’re wearing the same sweaty clothes from yesterday. You should take a shower; I’m sure there’s something in Kevin’s closet that will fit you.”
He assumed that Kevin was the guy who had left him there.
You bought him the ice cream, he chose coffee flavor, without warning you gave him a huge lick with your tongue to his ice cream cone, Ken imagined your tongue running along his pelvis until it reached his member. Just imagining it made him hard, he really wanted you and it seemed you wanted him.
“Do you want it?” You offered him from your vanilla flavored ice cream cone.
He tried to be seductive like you had been, he dipped his tongue in your ice cream and began to move it around like he was licking pussy, or at least like he had done in the past.
You began to laugh out loud at him, Kendall smiled sheepishly, had he misunderstood your signals?
“What are you doing? Kevin has strange taste in men!”
Kendall was shocked.
“Kevin and I didn’t do anything.” He hastened to clarify, he didn’t really remember, but he wasn’t like Stewy who loved kissing boys on Molly.
Or was he? He’d only ever kissed one boy and that was Stewy.
Kevin and him? No! He just followed him for the drug.
“Relax, it doesn’t matter, Kev always brings his conquests home, mom and dad are open minded.”
“I’m not gay, I’ve never done it with a guy and I’ve only kissed one guy and he’s my best friend and he’s the one who kissed me because he always kisses guys on Molly.”
“Sounds like I want to meet that boy.” You joked “it really doesn’t matter Ken, my brother Kev is bisexual so he probably just liked you and that’s why he preferred to leave you with us instead of a ravine in the middle of nowhere after stealing from you.”
So your brother was a thief.
You didn’t talk much about it, when you got to the bar that had the only working phone in town after you greeted everyone, he rushed to take the call while you ordered two beers.
He dialed the number but as he was about to put in the last digit, he saw you take a sip from the huge mug of beer leaving a moustache of foam on your lip, you smiled at him with all your teeth and he didn’t want to leave without taking you to bed first.
That same afternoon after a couple of cold beers and a talk in which you told him you were studying pre-med at Yale on a scholarship and he told you the least about him because you didn’t seem to recognize him as the heir to Logan Roy and that felt good for a change, you returned to your truck and a little uninhibited by the alcohol he told you what he planned to do to you.
“I want you to sit on my fucking face.”
“What?”
“I want you to sit on my face and ride me, I want you to come in my mouth and then I want to make you to come again but with me inside you.” He smiled at you all toothy.
You smiled back at him.
“Now you must comply.”
You turned sharply out of the driveway, catching Kendall off guard as he fearfully held onto the door.
You parked the truck on a dirt road deep in the woods with the leafy trees covering most of the sun.
You jumped out of the truck and he stayed in the seat, quite confused.
“Come over here, sir ‘I kissed my best friend and I liked it, but I’m not gay or bisexual.’ ”
“Hey!” Kendall got out of the truck and followed you.
You were already up on top of the punt waiting for him, you had blankets, was that something you used to do with your brother’s “special friends”? He didn’t care at that moment, he just wanted to taste your pussy.
He took your hand and climbed awkwardly, you laughed as he fell back with a thud, he looked up at the sky, the daylight, the sun’s rays were sneaking through the branches of the trees, he was dazzled, then he saw you and you kissed him.
Your lips tasted like yeast and vanilla, he felt the pleasant weight of your body, his hands desperately searched for the button of your pants, you stopped him.
“Easy, relax, I’ll do it.”
You stood up to unbutton your pants, you slowly pulled them down, he looked at you trying to see you in detail, you deserved to be seen in detail.
“Are you sure you want me to sit on your face?” you smiled at him.
“Yes, I want to taste your pussy.”
His goofy smile killed you.
You took off your panties, stood with one foot from one side of his face to the other giving him a glimpse of you. Ken thought you were a fucking goddess.
You slowly descended on him, but he grabbed your waist and roughly sat you down.
You moaned as you felt his raspy chin on your sensitive skin.
You began to move in a slow back and forth, Ken kissed your mons venus, your labia minora, his tongue ran over every sweet part of your hot, wet skin.
Your panting increased as did your movements.
You felt your clit hit the tip of his nose, he felt you getting wetter, ready to come in his mouth.
You cum tangling your fingers in his dark, straight hair.
You felt so tired from the delicious orgasm that you dropped your whole body on top of him, your legs trembling, he pushed you away with an agility that took you off guard.
He laid you back against the blanket and positioned himself between your legs, you felt his hardness against your belly, his chin and lips were wet for you.
He seemed genuinely happy, very high, as if your pussy had produced that strange relief on his face.
He wiped his chin with the back of his hand carelessly and then slipped two fingers inside you, you felt your sensitive skin from the orgasm, stretch.
“Fuck.” You rolled your eyes.
“I’m getting this pretty pussy of yours ready to receive my cock, baby.”
You burst out laughing loudly. You looked at him, he wasn’t playing around, he really believed your pussy wouldn’t take his cock.
“Do you really think you’re a seducer? We’re twenty years old I don’t pretend you’re a fucking sex god or anything.”
“But, I’m doing it right aren’t I? I could be the fucking sex god for you Don’t you think so?”
He raised his eyebrow giving his face a strange expression. A devilish grin. Fuck, you were melting under him.
He really was a seducer, he had so much false self-confidence and it was like that saying “fake it, fake it till you make it.”
“Yes.” You nodded with a groan. He was doing so well, no one had ever made you feel this way before.
He smiled with all his teeth. Again that goofy grin was casting a spell on you.
“But don’t let it go to your head.” You managed to say before biting your lower lip to hold back a cry of pleasure.
His fingers were thick. Kendall knew he was good at finger fucking and that you deserved a second orgasm before you cum with him inside you.
His thumb stroked your clit, you were so sensitive it hurt, you felt like peeing but you didn’t stop him, instead you kissed him.
You tasted yourself on him. You wrapped your arm around the back of his neck and felt every movement of his two fingers moving in and out. Sliding in and out with ease, the sound of your flow with his fingers sounded sticky and his thumb caressing in slow circles your clit was all that was right.
When you came you moaned sonorously, dipped your head into the hollow of his neck, he smelled of designer perfume and a sour hint of sweat, but you bit him lightly. You had never given someone a hickey before. It tasted salty.
He growled, that only caused you to increase the pressure of your lips against the sensitive skin of his neck, you wanted to mark him if only for a while, before he went back to his luxurious life, Kevin only stole from rich guys, your adopted brother thought he was Robin Hood.
You had never slept with any of them because they all seemed brainless to you, not that they had ever had a homosexual experience.
Ken hadn’t accepted it either but you liked that he wasn’t the typical blue or green eyed blond guy that your brother used to bring to the house when he felt the guy didn’t deserve to end up in a ravine lost and with nothing in his pockets because he had been nice when he was stealing him or fucking him or both.
You were so focused on the gasps, on his labored breathing against your smiling lips, that when you heard the sirens of the patrol car you didn’t react.
He looked at you with his big Bambi eyes, they seemed so adorable. So scared.
You were scared too.
“Shit.”
He hurried to pull the blankets over you and hide your panties and pants under him.
He was still dressed, he stood next to you and you both sat down as if you had been watching the birds and squirrels on that sunny afternoon in the woods.
You knew the officer, because you knew everyone in town.
“Officer Lars.”
“Miss.” He growled “This is no place to park.”
“I’m sorry, it was my fault I asked her to park because I wanted to appreciate nature in the daylight.” Kendall interjected.
You nodded, not knowing what else to add. He was good at lying. You should have guessed.
“Okay, first and last warning boy, we respect nature here not just ‘Appreciate it’” the older man chided again. “Say hello to Charlie and Amy.”
“Sure, Officer Lars.”
The man climbed into the squad car with a grimace on his face at the sight of the hickey on Kendall’s collar and his unbuttoned pants.
“I’m sorry.” You apologized trying to stand up.
Your legs felt so weak, pleasure always made you feel like a rag doll.
“No, we’re not done yet.” He said with a half smile, taking you by the hand to stand next to him.
You laughed.
“Easy tiger, we can do it again in a place where we won’t get arrested for affecting nature with our vulgar moans and hickeys.” You ran your fingertips along his neck.
Kendall felt relief as your cool fingers touched his hot, bruised skin. No one had ever given him a hickey before.
“It’s only fair that I give you one.” He murmured dipping his mouth to your neck.
His breath against your skin tickled you, you giggled. He just kissed your neck softly then got up and passed you your clothes to get dressed.
He promised himself he would stay one more day to try being inside you.
He stayed all summer, he could never get enough of you, until he had to give you up.