Friendly Competition

Title: Friendly Competition

Author: Allison Wonderland

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Addy and Kyle play a friendly game of strip Scrabble.

Warning(s): anal, complete, hj, inc, language, m/m, minor, oc, oneshot, oral, rim, trans, yaoi

Disclaimer: Mine.

Word Count: ~6300

Series: Feel That Fire

Note(s):

~*~

“Don’t you worry about new customers or makin’ no more appointments while we’re gone. Just keep the closed sign on the door. Ya know what to do if somebody with an appointment comes in. Gotta get Miss Edie’s transmission fixed before Tuesday but get all the little stuff – the oil changes and such – finished first. Anything you can’t take care of, you call.” Ed nodded with finality. “Reckon that’s all.” He knew his garage would be in good hands with Kyle in charge of it. The kid was only nineteen years old but he had already shown a talent for diagnosing and fixing automotive problems that Ed – even with thirty years in the business – had trouble with. “You’ll do just fine,” he added because he was so sure of it.

“Yes, sir,” Kyle said. He was not quite so sure the garage would be fine in his hands but the majority of the work would be repairing cars and he felt confident about that, would be happy to have an engine in need of repair under his hands again. Besides, he had managed Addy on his own for a year and a half without fucking her up too badly. Being in charge of the garage for a couple of days was nothing compared to that.

“And take care of Addy,” Maggie told him but that went without saying. Of course he would take care of Addy, had done so since he was fifteen. “You,” she said to Addy, “don’t worry about the kitchen. I’ve left Ryan in charge there. He knows what to do.” Ryan was the roadhouse’s head chef. “Allison is in charge of the bar.” Allison was the roadhouse’s most competent bar tender. “All you need to worry about is making sure the dining room is ready on time for each meal and checking guests in and out. If anyone calls to make a reservation you take a message and give it to Tessa when she comes in.” Tessa was the high school girl who normally ran the late shift at the front desk. “And feed the rabbits once in the morning and once at night. I think you’ll be okay. Just call Tessa or Kyle if you need anything.”

“Kay,” Addy said softly. She was not exactly in charge the way Kyle was but so much responsibility was still daunting when for so long it had been Addy who was taken care of and she had never had to be responsible for anything.

“If there’s ever anything you need, you can call our cell phone or you have the number of my sister’s house in Richmond,” Maggie said. “We’ll be back late Monday night, Tuesday morning at the latest.”

A moment later they were gone. Kyle, with Addy by his side and her little fingers clutching his hand, watched as the almost new white pickup truck disappeared into the proverbial sunset.

“I’m hungry,” Addy announced the moment the truck faded from sight.

“Why does that not surprise me?” Kyle asked. Addy was going through another freak growth spurt. As a result she looked dangerously thin, ate more than Kyle had ever seen anyone eat, and had grown an inch in a little over a week. “What do ya want?” He was pretty sure he knew the answer to that without even asking.

“Pizza. With pepperoni and extra cheese and…” Addy went quiet for a moment as she considered what else she wanted. “And cheesy breadsticks and a slurpee,” she finished.

“That it?” Kyle asked. He held the door open so Addy could duck beneath his arm and into the warm interior of the house.

“That’s all.” Addy had slipped her bare feet into a pair of Ed’s boots just to walk out onto the porch to see their hosts off because Maggie had insisted she have something on her feet and now she kicked them off on the mat by the front door before she flopped down on the sofa in the living room. “Are you gonna order pizza?”

“Guess so.” Kyle added his own sneakers to the pile on the mat and hung his leather jacket on the coat rack. “I gotta feed ya, don’t I?”

“Maggie said they have a Scrabble game.”

How, Kyle wondered, did we get from pizza to Scrabble? “That’s nice,” he told her. He went into the kitchen to get the refrigerator magnet with the number of the local pizza parlor on it. “Ya sure ya just want pepperoni and extra cheese?” he asked as he picked up the phone.

“And extra pepperoni,” Addy suddenly decided. “And cheesy bread-“

“And a slurpee. I know.”

“And I wanna play Scrabble.”

“Addy-“ Kyle hated playing Scrabble.

“Please? Ooh! I know!”

Kyle rolled his eyes. He hated when Addy came up with something she thought was a good idea. Their first kiss had been her fault and look where that had gotten them. “Do I even want to know?”

“Let’s play strip Scrabble!”

Kyle had done the whole strip poker thing but strip Scrabble? “How the hell does that work?”

“After every game whoever loses has to take off a piece of clothes. I read it in a book.”

What the hell kind of books had she been reading? “Yeah, whatever. Go feed the rabbits while I order the pizza.”

~*~

When Kyle stepped into the house half an hour later with his hands full of a pizza box, the cheesy bread box, two slurpee cups, and a plastic grocery bag the first thing he heard was Addy singing, “I looked it up online when you were gone!” as she skipped down the hallway into the living room.

“Looked up what?” Kyle placed the pizza box on the coffee table where he knew they would be eating. He dropped the cheesy bread down on top of it and sat their slurpees – cola flavored for Kyle and cherry for Addy – down beside it.

“Strip Scrabble! You said we could play, remember?”

Kyle was less surprised that Addy had looked it up – she was that much of a geek after all – than he was that strip Scrabble was really a game. Actually, he had been hoping she had forgotten about it by now and, considering her nonexistent attention span, that had not been an unfounded hope. “I remember,” he admitted.

“Anyway,” she said as she sat down on the floor on one side of the coffee table.

Kyle sat the grocery bag on the floor on the opposite side of the table and went to take his boots off. “Anyway what?” he asked when she failed to continue.

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

Addy rolled her eyes. She knew her brother was not nearly as dimwitted as he acted. When they had lived in Meyersville, Louisiana with their parents he had acted that way because – or so he claimed – girls were attracted to guys who were strong, silent, and knew a lot about cars and very little about anything else. But that was before Kyle had learned of Addy’s existence inside his younger brother Addison and back then he had only been interested in girls who had – in Addy’s opinion – ‘more boobs than brain.’ She thought that – now that she was the only girl in his life – it was just a habit for him. “That bag.”

“Nothing for you to be concerned about.” Kyle sat down opposite Addy beside the mysterious bag.

Addy frowned.

“So what about this whole strip Scrabble thing?” he asked and she was almost positive that he was only trying to distract her from the plastic grocery bag and what was in it.

“It has real rules,” she said as she pulled the lid off the Scrabble box and spread the board out on the table. “Well, one rule, really. We play just like a regular game of Scrabble only any time one of us scores over twenty points with a single turn the other has to take off an article of clothing.”

Kyle groaned. He was awful at Scrabble, at any word game, and felt it was highly unlikely that he would score twenty points all together, never mind on any single word. Addy, on the other hand, could come up with words he had never heard of, words that were actually in the dictionary, and had once scored seventy five points on a single word.

Kyle was screwed.

“And there’s another rule too,” she added, “but it’s just to make it a drinking game and since we don’t have any-“

He interrupted her by pulling a bottle of Captain Morgan’s Original Spiced Rum out of the plastic grocery bag and setting it down on the battle. “What was the second rule?” he asked. Because if there was alcohol involved he might actually have a chance of winning. Addy was tiny and without the water balloon enhanced bra she wore out in public she looked as if she were about twelve years old. The few times Kyle had let her have anything alcoholic she had been so drunk she had passed out after one beer. It took Kyle an entire six-pack to get nearly that intoxicated.

“Whenever anyone scores more than twenty points form a single word that person has to drink a shot of something alcoholic.”

So winning involved getting drunk and losing involved getting naked. Kyle failed to see a downside. But still… “You are not doing shots,” he told Addy. Because after one or two she would be passed out on the floor and where would the fun be in that?

“Why not?” Addy pulled a slice of pizza out of the box and rolled it up so it looked vaguely hot dog shaped. She shoved half of it into her mouth.

Kyle wanted to be grossed out. He really did. But seeing Addy’s mouth stretched that far was kind of a turn on. Besides, she was only eating as if she were half starved because of that freakish growth spurt. She would never eat that way if anyone but Kyle happened to be watching. “Ya ain’t old enough,” he said in answer to her question. She was only fifteen.

“You aren’t old enough either,” she pointed out. “How’d you get that anyway?” Kyle was only nineteen. No way could he get it legally.

He shrugged. “Fake ID.”

Of course. She should have known. “I wanna play the drinking game,” she told him.

“Yeah,” he said. “Okay. But ya don’t get a whole shot. Ya just get one drink.”

Addy opened her mouth to protest.

“And I’ll quit now if ya argue.”

Her mouth snapped shut. Addy planned on winning and naked Kyle? That was never a bad thing. Besides, there was a third rule: the winner got to choose a favor of a sexual nature from the loser. She was not sure what she wanted yet but she still had a while to figure that out. “Fine,” she said as she took a long sip of her slurpee and made a face as the cold drink slid down her throat. She reached a hand in the bag of Scrabble tiles and counted out seven of them. Kyle did the same and with her left hand – the one that was not arranging her tiles on the little plastic tray – Addy slipped a piece of cheesy bread out of the box. She ate it more slowly than she had eaten the pizza. “Pick one to see who goes first,” she demanded. Addy had the perfect word if it was her turn first.

Kyle pulled out a tile and dropped it on his side of the board. It landed face up showing an ‘I’ and a point value of one. Addy chose her own tile and flipped it over to reveal a ‘C’ and a point value of three. She grinned at Kyle; a look that he knew meant he was screwed. “Get on with it,” he told her.

Addy got on with it. Kyle selected a slice of pizza and began to eat as he watched her. “Y,” she said as she placed the letter on the board. “T-T.” The second ‘T’ went on a pink double word score space. “R-I-U-M,” she finished.

“What the hell is that?” Kyle asked. He had learned long ago never to challenge any of Addy’s words.

“Honestly, Kyle. Didn’t you pay any attention in science class?”

He had paid attention in science class. Just not to the teacher. His attention had been focused more on the hand he had had up Melissa Deveraux’s short little cheerleader skirt and how she was not wearing panties that day. But telling Addy that was probably not the best idea if he wanted to touch her any time in the near future. “Guess not,” he said instead.

“Yttrium,” she began, “noun, a rare metallic chemical element symbolized by the letter ‘Y’ on the periodic table of the elements.”

Kyle was not at all surprised that her definition sounded like something straight out of a dictionary. As Addison she had read the damn thing cover to cover so of course Addy shared that knowledge. “What fucking ever,” he told her.

“’Y’ is worth four points,” she said as she pretended he had not spoken, “so that’s …four…five…six…seven…eight…nine…and ‘M’ is worth three so that’s twelve…times two is twenty four.” Addy wrote her score down on the side of the paper designated ‘Addy’. “Well?” she asked, looking back at Kyle.

He rolled his eyes, took his watch off, and chucked it at her head. It missed because he had not really been trying to hit her.

“Accessories don’t count.”

Kyle shrugged. “Shoulda mentioned that earlier.”

Addy would have argued but even counting accessories Kyle was never going to win. “What fucking ever,” she said, echoing his words. She lifted the bottle to her lips and took a single sip. Later, when Kyle was paying less attention, she would drink more. “Your turn.”

Kyle studied his letters for a long time while Addy shoved another piece of pizza in her mouth and contemplated kicking him and whether or not she could get her foot under the coffee table to do it and back out again before he caught her. Before she could decide one way or the other he selected five letters and using the ‘I’ in Addy’s ‘yttrium’ wrote ‘insane.’ “Insane,” Kyle said, not sounding as much like a dictionary as Addy had, “What I have to be for agreeing to play strip Scrabble with you.”

Addy wrote down her brother’s twelve points and turned her attention to her own letters without giving him the satisfaction of replying. It was several minutes before she shook her head and wrote ‘schedule’ off of Kyle’s ‘S’ for a total of only fourteen – no the ‘S’ was on a double letter score and that was twenty eight points. She grinned at Kyle and took another – longer – sip of the rum as one of her boyfriend’s socks came flying at her head.

This time Kyle did not hesitate. He added a ‘D’ to the end of ‘schedule’ and wrote ‘doctor’ on it. Both words added up to forty-one points.

Addy’s jaw dropped. “Bitch!” she exclaimed.

“No, honey. That’s you.”

Addy was still too surprised to respond.

“Well?” Kyle asked. He lifted the bottle and drank more in one drink than Addy had in two. And almost choked when instead of flinging a sock at his head the way he had expected, she stood up, wriggled out of her panties – letting her skirt fall before he could see anything good – and tossed them at him. “Jesus fuck, Addy,” he finally choked out.

“Language, Kyle,” she said primly and sat down again, feet tucked under her with her short little white skirt spread out around her. “Put the bottle down. It’s my turn.”

“Bossy little bitch, ain’t ya?” he asked.

Addy only smiled sweetly. She picked up five tiles and, using the ‘Y’ from her first word, wrote ‘QWERTY’ straight down the board.

“I’m not even gonna ask,” Kyle told her.

“It’s a type of keyboard. You know, for a computer?”

Kyle nodded.

“It has something to do with how the letters are arranged or something.” She shrugged. “I don’t know.” Or care. “Let’s see…that’s ten points for the ‘Q’…W is four so that’s fourteen…plus one…two…three…is seventeen…and ‘Y’ is four so that’s twenty one. The ‘R’ is on a pink one so…” Addy was really bad at math.

“Forty two,” Kyle told her. Math was the one subject he had managed to get decent grades in.

“Yeah. That.” She added in her new score as Kyle’s other sock came flying at her head. She flicked it aside, took a drink from the bottle, and helped herself to the pizza again.

Kyle’s next word – ‘raided’ – using the ‘R’ in ‘doctor’ only gained him eight points. Addy used the ‘Q’ a second time to make ‘quartz’ for a total of thirty four points because the ‘Z’ was on a double letter score. It earned her Kyle’s tee shirt and another sip of rum.

Addy giggled as she sat the bottle back on the table beside the game board. “Your turn.”

Kyle thought for a long moment before placing ‘A’, ‘M’, ‘A’ on the board above the ‘Z’ and ‘E’ below it. “That’s twenty…twenty three…twenty seven.” He smirked and took a long drink from the bottle. “Start stripping, baby girl.”

Addy fumbled a little as she pulled her tee shirt over her head. She was down to her socks and skirt now. Kyle still had his jeans and boxers but he was not nearly as drunk as Addy. It stayed that way for the next three turns. The board gained an ‘S’ on the end of ‘doctor’ with the word ‘pour’ attached that got Addy seventeen points, ‘park’ starting on the ‘P’ in ‘pours’ that got Kyle ten points, ‘monstrous’ on the ‘M’ in ‘amaze’ that gained Addy only eleven points despite using all of her letters, ‘avast’ on the ‘T’ in ‘monstrous’ which got Kyle accused of watching too many pirate movies, and Addy’s ‘winter’ on the ‘R’ in ‘park’.

Kyle was the first to make another twenty points. He selected several tiles and wrote the word ‘scribble’ ending on the ‘e’ in ‘qwerty’. One of the ‘Bs’ landed on a dark blue triple letter score space. “Let’s see,” he said, “that’s nine plus six is fifteen and one…two…three…four…five is twenty.”

Addy tried to make an offended noise but it came out as a squeak. “That’s…that’s just…you suck!” she exclaimed.

Kyle laughed. “Yeah, sweetheart. Whatever.” He lifted the bottle to his lips and took a long drink. Addy’s sock came flying at him.

On her next turn used al of her letters again. On the ‘C’ in Kyle’s ‘scribble’ she wrote ‘croatoan.’ “There,” she said, “that’s the word carved into that tree where the lost colony of Roanoke was. And since it’s on a double word score-“ she drank from the bottle, made a face, and giggled. “I get exactly twenty points.”

Kyle sighed. He stood up, unfastened his jeans, and let them slide down his legs. The change in Addy’s breathing was audible. He did not see what was so special about the Spongebob Squarepants boxers she had given him three Christmases ago but…whatever. He sat down again.

Addy pressed the heel of her hand into a spot low down on her stomach just above the thing that made her – physically at least – not a girl. Please, please, please, she begged it silently, don’t get all hard again. Real girls had it so much better. They had nothing to get hard and stick out when they realized just how hot their brothers/boyfriends were. Maybe it came from seeing Kyle mostly naked for the first time since they had come to Shady Lake for the holidays. Either way… “I’m gonna make popcorn!” Addy announced suddenly. She stood up too quickly and had to grab the couch as the room spun around her. Her head spun, her stomach rebelled – damn rum – and she thought she was going to vomit before the feeling passed. Addy stood up straight and scurried into the kitchen.

~*~

As the popcorn popped in the microwave she drank a glass of cold water.

Then another one.

It did nothing to help. She still felt as if she were burning up from the inside out. “Fuck,” she muttered, pressing a hand to the front of her skirt where that thing beneath it was pushing it outward and forcing it to hang all wrong. It refused to go down and her own touch was only making it worse. “Fuck,” she complained again.

“Well, sweetheart, I thought we was gonna play scrabble but if that’s what ya want.”

Addy let out a startled squeak and spun around. She had been so intent on her own problem she had not heard Kyle come into the kitchen. “I-“ she began.

Kyle laughed softly. “Yeah,” he said, “his glance flickering to the obvious – though to be honest not exactly large – thing beneath her skirt, “I guess that is what you want.”

Addy looked as if she were about to cry. “Don’t laugh. It’s not funny.”

“Of course not,” Kyle agreed. And damn it now he had to make her forget about the whole not being born a girl thing. She was at a point now – finally – that she could accept being a girl with a penis and water balloon breasts. It was only at times like this that her differences made themselves known without her permission that Addy started with her whole ‘I’m-not-a-real-girl’ thing again. But Kyle had recently discovered that if he could make her forget about it before she got started…well, they were both a lot happier. The best way to do that was to give her something she loved but slurpees and Twizzlers did not quite cut it. “Turn around,” he demanded.

Addy gave him her best cute but confused look. “What-“ she began.

Kyle’s hands on her hips effectively silenced her by spinning her around. When he pushed her up against the kitchen counter she gasped but not in pain. Kyle had found out a long time ago that Addy liked to be manhandled and nothing turned her on more than being ‘forced’ to do something. Still, he was a little uncomfortable treating such a sweet innocent little girl so roughly but this was a special occasion. “I told you to do something,” he said roughly and she shivered. He brushed her long, thick red-brown hair away from her right shoulder, letting it fall over her left. His right arm slid around her to rest his hand on her bare stomach. He could feel her shivering – but not in fear – as he placed a line of kisses down the side of her neck to her shoulder. There he stopped, placed a kiss at the spot where her neck met her shoulder, and bit her.

Addy whimpered. Her fingers curled around the edge of the counter and her hips jerked forward, away from Kyle’s. She would have come right then had her brother not suddenly grabbed her through her skirt. His big hand wrapped around that thing and completely engulfed it. His teeth left the skin of her neck so he could whisper in her ear.

“Not yet, baby girl. Don’t wanna ruin what we barely started.”

Addy whimpered again. Her brother slowly let go of her and she whined. God. Kyle was her brother. This should not have been happening. They should not be doing this, none of it. Addy should not let Kyle touch her like that. She should not like it. She should not like Kyle manhandling her this way, should not like being fucked on any available flat surface by her brother – or any boy at all since physically she was one too. She knew it was dirty and she knew it was wrong and she knew sex was supposed to be done between a man and a woman after they were married, not between a T-Girl and her brother who could not possibly get married no matter how much they loved each other.

That it was so forbidden only made it hotter.

Kyle’s hands had paused to rest a moment on Addy’s stomach but they began to move again. Fingers moved up her stomach, slid over her oh-so-ticklish ribs, and finally found her nipples. A loud, involuntary moan escaped Addy. Her nipples were one of her most sensitive spots. Kyle’s hands suddenly became still. Addy made a sound of protest and let go of the countertop to reach for him. He gave her shoulder a warning nip. “No,” he said forcefully. Kyle’s hands left Addy’s body all together but before she had time to protest his hands were wrapped around each of her wrists and he placed her hands flat on the countertop, palms down. “Keep your hands there,” he ordered. “Understand, baby girl?”

Not trusting herself to speak, Addy nodded.

“Good girl.” Kyle kissed her neck where he had bitten her. It was going to leave a mark. “Spread your legs,” he commanded.

Addy shivered in a mixture of fear and excitement. She was with her brother and no matter what she was safe with him. But that deep commanding voice he always used in this situation sent a shiver of fear through her every time. And she loved it. Almost without thinking about it she spread her legs. Kyle pressed Addy farther against the kitchen cabinets. He rubbed his boxer-clad erection against his brother/sister/girlfriend’s skirt covered ass.

Addy moaned again. “Kyle!” she gasped.

“Shh,” he soothed. “I gotcha, baby girl.” He slid his hands up Addy’s arms and over her chest to her nipples.

Addy bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. A whimper forced its way out anyway. “Please!” she begged.

“Please what?” Kyle’s hand slipped beneath her skirt and cupped that part of her in the palm of his hand. “Tell me what you want, Addy.”

“I…I want…I can’t!” Even with Kyle touching her this way she could not bring herself to say such things.

“Hmm…” Kyle murmured. “I guess if you aren’t old enough to tell me what you like, you aren’t old enough to get it.” Kyle ran his fingers through her long hair. “Too bad. You’re such a pretty little girl.”

Addy shivered. She loved that deep voice. It made her brother sound so bad. He tightened his grip around that sensitive part of her. Addy gasped and arched up against him, going up onto her toes. “Please!” she begged. “Please, please, please, please, please touch me fuck me pleas Kyle please!” she gasped.

Kyle’s hand left her sensitive bits and Addy dropped back down onto her feet. His hand rubbed soothing circles on her stomach. “Good girl,” Kyle murmured. “Ain’t so hard, is it?”

“I hate you so bad,” Addy whimpered.

“Hate’s such a strong word, baby girl,” Kyle teased.

“Fine,” she pouted, “I intensely dislike you.”

She heard his soft laughter in her ear and one of his hands moved from her stomach around to her ass and beneath her skirt to run his thumb over her hole. Addy whimpered and Kyle gently pushed her up against the counter again. His hand drifted over her hip and back around to hold that unwanted part of her in his hand again. Addy whined. She felt so hot. Those calloused fingers around her cock, the anticipation of feeling them inside her, of feeling Kyle’s erection inside her, was absolute agony. She wanted to scream at Kyle, to tell him she could not wait. She wriggled, trying to thrust into his hand.

Kyle held her still. Addy made a sound that was half moan, half whimper. “God, Addy,” he said, “You’re such a little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Addy gasped. But never for anyone else, only for Kyle. Kyle had been the first person to ever touch her when she was only thirteen. He would be the last person to touch her if she lived to be a hundred and thirteen. Except not because old people sex was nasty. Still she could not imagine any hands but Kyle’s touching her so intimately.

“All mine,” he murmured in her ear as if he were reading her mind. “My Addy. What would your momma say if she could see you now?” Their momma had actually seen Kyle and Addy in a similar position. She had not been amused. But the idea of getting caught made Addy hot. There were layers to the sweet innocent little girl everyone thought they saw.

Said sweet innocent little girl let out a loud moan that went straight to Kyle’s cock. Her hips moved forward into Kyle’s hand. “Please, Kyle?” she asked.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he said softly. His hands held his little brother more tightly against the kitchen cabinets and he lowered himself to his knees. Addy’s skirt, the only layer of cloth between Kyle’s attentions and Addy’s flesh, was lifted out of the way. He ran the fingers of the hand not holding Addy’s skirt over her exposed flesh and heard a sharp intake of breath. “Easy, baby. You know I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” Exactly the opposite. He gently parted Addy’s ass with both hands and pressed the tip of his thumb against her puckered little opening.

Addy relaxed as she waited to feel Kyle’s fingers inside her, stretching her open in preparation for something bigger. The fingers she expected never came. Instead Kyle licked at her opening. Addy’s eyes widened and she gasped. The first touch always felt strange but good. Wet. She wanted more…

Kyle flicked his tongue against that spot again and Addy whimpered. She curled her fingers into the granite countertop so hard she was sure her nails were going to break. Each time Kyle’s tongue touched her there she moaned and gasped, unable to believe how much pleasure she got from something that seemed so dirty. But it felt so good! There was no way something that felt this good could be wrong.

Kyle’s tongue moved away from Addy’s hole to travel the length of the space between her ass cheeks and then back down all the way to the back of her balls between her spread legs before moving to circle his tongue around her hole again. Kyle’s hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises but it was all in the interest of keeping her still. Then he pushed the tip of his tongue inside her. Addy jerked then her whole body stiffened. She cried out and would have come right then if her brother’s left hand had not suddenly moved from her hip to wrap tightly around her thing. Addy whimpered. “No,” Kyle told her sternly. “You don’t get to come until I say you can.”

Addy whined. “But-“ she started to protest.

Kyle’s hand contracting shut her up. He turned his attention back to tormenting her with his tongue. He pushed in a little deeper than he had before and despite Kyle’s fingers digging into her right hip to restrain her, Addy rocked back and forth, back onto the tongue wetting her insides and forward into the hand gently stroking her thing in time with the thrusts his tongue was doing inside her. Her breathing became heavier and heavier and she knew she was going to come.

His hand tightened almost painfully around her. “What did I tell you?” he asked.

“Not to…before you say…” Addy gasped out.

“Will you behave if I let go?”

Unable to speak, Addy nodded.

“Good girl.” Kyle gave her a last gentle squeeze that was part warning. Addy moaned at the loss of stimulation and waited impatiently for the tongue at her opening to return.

But instead Kyle rose to his feet. He pushed his boxers down and let them fall onto the floor. Addy heard the soft sound of cloth hitting tile. Her breathing quickened in anticipation of what was to come. “Turn around, Addy.”

She obeyed without protest. Kyle’s hands found her hips again and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he lifted her. She hissed as her back was pressed against the cold tile wall. Their lips met again and Kyle moved his hands so one of them was cupping her ass as he pressed a finger of the other hand against her hole.

Addy instinctively tensed as she felt Kyle’s finger tip press against her opening. She knew that, with only his spit as lube, it was going to hurt so she forced herself to relax; it always hurt less when she relaxed. Kyle’s finger slid into her up to the first knuckle and Addy wriggled, trying to take it farther into herself. “Kyle, more,” she begged, “stop fucking around.”

Kyle pulled back to study her face. “Ya sure?” he asked. He did not want to hurt her.

“I’m sure.” Better to get him inside her as soon as possible and get that part finished; it was what hurt most when they forewent preparation time.

“Ya let me know if I hurt ya,” Kyle commanded. With that he removed from Addy’s entrance the single finger he had used to prepare her for the invasion of larger parts of him. He used the precum dripping from his own erection in lieu of the lube Addy would not give him time to find in hopes that it would cause her less pain. In one smooth thrust – better to get the worst part over as quickly as possible – Kyle fully sheathed himself in Addy’s hot tight little ass.

Addy gasped but this time it was not in pleasure. Her fingers clutched at Kyle’s shoulders, nails leaving little purple crescent shaped bruises. She hid her face against the side of his neck and Kyle could feel the hot tears on his skin, the tiny whimpers she was trying so hard to hide shook her body.

“Shit,” Kyle said softly. He had known this was a bad idea. He started to ease himself away from her.

“No!” Addy’s skinny arms and legs tightened around him. “Don’t leave me! Please don’t leave me!”

It took a few more minutes for Addy to relax again. “You can move now,” she said at last.

Kyle shifted his hips to see if she really was ready for him to move and Addy moaned softly and wriggled against him. Supporting Addy against the wall with his hand under her ass and the other bracing him against the wall Kyle pulled almost all the way out of her then thrust back in. Addy cried out and dug her fingernails into his shoulders again. So of course he repeated the action but his hands pushed her up at the same time and when he thrust into her it was at a different angle.

Addy threw her head back as Kyle hit that spot inside her that always made her see stars. Her skull hit the wall with a sickening crack and in the back of her mind she knew it would ache later. Just then she could not care; all she was capable of was begging, “Please, Kyle! Please please do that again!”

“You like that?” Kyle asked. He moved, hit that spot inside her again.

Addy’s toes curled so tightly she was afraid they might break. “Please” she whimpered helplessly. “Please, Kyle, can I-” She interrupted herself with another whimper when he moved inside her again.

Kyle knew Addy was seconds away from coming. “Okay, sweetheart.” He reached between them to wrap his hand around her. “Come for me.” His hand stroked up and down her heated flesh once, twice, and she came, whimpering his name as liquid warmth covered Kyle’s hand. The feel of her muscles tightening around him drove Kyle to orgasm too.

Addy went limp in his arms as she felt him flood her insides. Had she not been such a tiny, skinny little thing he would have dropped her just then. As it was he barely managed to hold them both up as he rested his head against the wall just above her left shoulder and tried to slow his breathing down.

~*~

Addy was so exhausted she could barely keep her eyes open. Dressed only in her favorite pair of Tinkerbell panties and a tee shirt that was too big on Kyle, she lay curled up in the big bed in Ed and Maggie’s guest room. Her thumb crept into her mouth and she reached for her doll with the other hand. Kyle covered her with the top sheet, a thin blanket, and finally the thick down comforter before bending down to kiss her forehead. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Go to sleep. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Addy’s thumb came out of her mouth and she reached up to grab his hand. “Don’t leave me,” she begged.

“Someone has to clean up the mess in the living room.” There was pizza, cheesy bread, and a Scrabble game in the living room, not to mention the clothing they had shed and the popcorn in the kitchen.

“I’ll help tomorrow. I promise. Just hold me,” she begged. “Okay?”

“I guess Ed and Maggie aren’t likely to come back for something they forgot,” he admitted. Kyle lifted the blankets and climbed in behind her. He wrapped himself around her and Addy’s thumb went back into her mouth. Kyle kissed her cheek again. “Go to sleep, baby girl,” he said and a moment later they both succumbed to the draw of sleep.