Matthew Prince

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A warm breeze rushes passes through the valley, rustling the green leaves of the trees of the forest that surround the small campground. The water on the lake crashes onto the sandy shore just a little harder with the shift in the air.

“Please tell me you’ll be at the bonfire tonight.”

“I don’t know…”

She may not be letting onto how she’s feeling right now, but Matt knows that tonight was rough on Kacey, more than anyone, and that she has a tendency to put on a brave face when she’s anything but. Because of this, he had been holding back on his usual, more rough, sexual tendencies in an attempt to not overwhelm her or hurt her any more than she already has been tonight.

This isn’t working… with him on top and trying to be gentle and slow, with her almost timid beneath him– it was getting difficult to keep his dick hard. He needed… more. But Matt didn’t feel worthy enough to be the one to inflict the physical pain on her. Everything that happened with Jude was his fucking fault. Matt knew better than to be so public with his and Kacey’s relationship before giving Jude the courtesy of at least a warning conversation; it was bad enough that Matt was defiling his best friend’s sister, violating one of the most serious rules of the Bro Code, but to not even give him a heads up? But no, instead he had let all of that weight fall on Kacey’s shoulders to handle rather than dealing with it himself like a man, and it came back to punch him in the fucking eye.

“Matt,” Kacey whispers from beneath him, breaking his train of thought, “are you okay? …we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to…”

Matt shakes his head insistently then flips their bodies over without warning, eliciting a yelp of surprise from Kacey as he positions her on top of him. His cock twitches with renewed anticipation between her folds, the tip turning an angry purple and leaking sticky precum against her lower abdomen as he thinks about what he’s about to ask of her. He just hoped she would be into it because he needs this… needs to be purified of this guilt by her hands. He studies her face in the faint midnight glow for a moment– the wrinkle of dark brows pinched together in confusion, her observant sapphire eyes, the pretty pout of her soft lips –bathing in her stunning beauty.

“You’re starting to worry me, Matty,” she tries once again to get through to him, concerned with his brooding silence.

With a hot sigh that rustles the dark strands framing her face, Matt tucks her hair behind her ear, stalling for a moment longer as he tries to find the words to express his request. It wasn’t often that he found himself unable to articulate what he wants, and while this certainly wasn’t their first time together, Kacey wasn’t anywhere near experienced enough for him to just blurt this out. He wasn’t exactly concerned about corrupting her virtue because the road was always going to lead here, but Matt had hoped there would be more time to ease her into the combination of pain and pleasure–  giving as much as she got.

A smirk tips on the corner of his mouth as his warm hands slide slowly down her arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake, even in the humid summer night, until they wrap gently around her wrists. Matt guides her petite hands up the planes of his bare chest, stopping when they both reach his throat and he encourages her to wrap those small fingers around his neck until her nails are digging into the skin.

A warm breeze rushes passes through the valley, rustling the green leaves of the trees of the forest that surround the small campground. The water on the lake crashes onto the sandy shore just a little harder with the shift in the air.

“Please tell me you’ll be at the bonfire tonight.”

“I don’t know…”

“Matt,” she exclaims with a whiny laugh as her comparably small fist impacts his shoulder playfully.

“Alright, alright, here you big baby,” he taunts, offering the gooey graham cracker to her once more. She gives him a skeptical glance before going into the bite cautiously this time until the mixture of chocolate and marshmallow melts on her tongue. “Satisfied?” Matt asks. She hums a positive response around the bite as his thumb swipes the corner of her mouth, removing the bit of sticky, sugary food that didn’t quite make it, then sucks the digit into his own mouth, ridding them both of the mess. He offers to make her another one, which she declines, more than full from the several they had already shared together.

Matt straightens the corners of their shared blanket, doing his best to rid the flannel material of sand before he positions himself to allow Kacey to settle between his legs until she’s snuggled against his chest and wrapped cozily in the cocoon of his borrowed hoodie. To Matt’s surprise, this bonfire party had actually turned out to be a good idea– it was nice to be able to just exist with Kacey without feeling like they had to hide their relationship, even if Jude had been throwing them side-eyes and snarky comments all evening from across the fire. 

The fact that Kacey’s brother chose the further spot possible away from the two of them didn’t go over Matt’s head. But he couldn’t find it in himself to be salty with her in his arms, a big warm fire at their feet, and a canvas of bright, sparkling stars overhead; it didn’t even bother him when some chode started strumming on an acoustic followed by the soft lyrics of Wonderwall floating on the light breeze. Matt truly couldn’t be happier than he was at this moment.

He finds himself watching Kacey as she chats with the girl she had designated as her bff for the summer– Laurie? Lauren?-- fuck if he remembered her name, it wasn’t important. What was important was the effortless smile on his girl’s face, illuminated by the soft glow of the flames while she laughed with her friend and leaned into his touch, her head landing affectionately on Matt’s shoulder. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning in to nuzzle against Kacey’s neck, inhaling the faint scent of sweat and lake water mixed with something uniquely her.

Fuck, he had it bad for this girl, a thought that he had to quickly push away. Mid-conversation, he pulls her chin toward him before slotting his lips over hers which was immediately followed by the whoops and hollers of their peers but Matt could barely hear the group over the roar in his own ears as blood rushed to his head. He projected all of the thoughts he couldn’t bring himself to voice out loud into this one kiss, leaving them both breathless when they finally pull apart. The sounds around them die back down as everyone loses interest and they all settle back into their own conversations.

“What was that for?” Kacey pants, dazed and a little lightheaded.

“Just felt like kissing you,” he shrugs, not completely sure, himself, what just came over him.

“Why don’t you two get a fuuucking room already?” Jude slurs from his spot–already drunk on whatever he and god-knows-who managed to sneak onto the grounds– where he was spread out on a blanket with two girls that Matt couldn’t care less to try to remember. There was no point– once his best friend was done with them they may as well have never existed in Jude’s world.

The flames reflect in his adoptive brother’s eyes, mirroring the rage that was clearly bubbling underneath the surface. Matt sighs, resigned, now wishing that he would have followed his gut and kept Kacey to himself for the evening. He fucking knew there was no way Jude would have ever been on board with this; and potential repercussions be damned, he was going to make a scene.

“Let’s not do this here, bro,” Matt says, hoping that he would be able to get his closest friend to see reason. But Jude wasn’t exactly a reasonable person, becoming someone completely different and nearly intolerable when he was wasted, so the words fell on deaf ears.

“You’re right, we shouldn’t be doing this here,” Jude burps, rising to his feet to creep around the fire toward Matt and Kacey before continuing, “but you’re the one tongue-fucking my sister in front of the entire camp, so here it’s gonna be.”

“Jude, you need to go sit the fuck back down,” Kacey growls at her sibling, preparing to rise and act as a shield between the two boys, but Matt wasn’t about to let her get in the middle– this was between him and Jude.

“Stay here, I’ll handle it,” Matt whispers in her ear, kissing the side of her head before rising from his spot on the sand to approach his friend, lowering his voice as he gets closer, “let’s go talk about this somewhere quiet, man.”

Jude retracts from the hand Matt hand clapped down on his shoulder, swatting the blonde away and backing up just out of his reach.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch me, dude, the time for talking is over. That little whore–”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” Matt interrupts, his voice cracking with an unspoken threat.

“--may let put your hands all over her but this is one Barber you can’t just paw at whenever you fucking feel like it.”

Jude shoves at his chest, sending the blonde stumbling back and causing Matt to put his hands defensively in the air.

“I don’t wanna fight with you, dude,” Matt says, trying to keep cool for Kacey’s sake but he can feel his own irritation bubbling under his skin and setting his body tense in preparation to defend himself and his girl. 

Jude had every right to be mad at him, and his sister, for the secret they had been harboring but this wasn’t the time or place to hash it out. He tried one more time to get through to his intoxicated friend, silently praying that the words would get through and that he would be able to convince Jude to go sleep it off, “You’re pissed at me, I get it– we don’t have to talk about it right now, bro, but at least let me walk you back to your cabin so you can calm down.”

Even though he was ready for it, Jude’s fist somehow slipped past Matt’s defensive position and landed square on his eye, causing pain to radiate around the socket.

“Fuck you, Matt!” Jude yelled, preparing to throw another punch that never lands as Matt blocks the hit.

Matt twists Jude’s arm behind his back and slings the other arm across his friend’s neck, being careful to not press in on his vocal box, and effectively pinning him in place while the angry brunette bucked and pushed, trying to free himself.

“You got your freebie in but I swear to fuck, Jude, you won’t get another one. Don’t make me kick your ass in front of your sister and everyone here,” Matt growls low enough that his words could only be heard between the two of them, “I’m gonna let go and you’re going to let me walk away, do you hear me? I’m gonna walk Kace back to her cabin and you’re going back over to your little girlfriends so we can call it a night, yeah?”

He gives Jude’s arm a little twist, not enough to cause any damage but enough to warn his friend that he wasn’t fucking around anymore. Jude may like to play the troubled bad boy but he was a privileged little fuck who never had to fight for real just to survive– Matt would wipe the floor with him and they both knew it. After a moment, Jude gives a barely audible grunt of agreement then tugs his arm away and makes the smart decision to walk back to his blanket.

A warm breeze rushes passes through the valley, rustling the green leaves of the trees of the forest that surround the small campground. The water on the lake crashes onto the sandy shore just a little harder with the shift in the air.

“Please tell me you’ll be at the bonfire tonight.”

“I don’t know…”

“It was a prank, dad– shit,” Jude complains as his character takes a headshot and respawns, “No one got hurt. I just graffitied one tiny wall–”

“You spray-painted a dick on the fucking Dean’s house, Jude, that’s hardly a victimless crime and could seriously impact your ability to get into Princeton if you don’t get your shit together.” Jude grumbles an incoherent response but doesn’t retaliate, likely realizing that saying anything more will only be more trouble in the long run, so Charlie turns his attention to the blonde boy, “I think it would be a great idea for you to volunteer though, Matthew. I know you have high hopes of also getting into Princeton and while your grades and test scores are impressive, it’s pertinent that you pad your application with community services and extracurriculars.”

And that’s how Matt ended up here, at Phantom Lake, during the annual summer camp with his best friend-- who had somehow convinced his father and probation officer to allow him to serve out his community service here for the summer-- and Kacey, playing the role of glorified babysitter to a group of annoying, smelly little pre-teens. Not at all how he had hoped to be spending the summer before Senior year but Charlie was right– he needed a more impressive application if he had any hope of getting into the fancy ivy league school. If he were being completely truthful with himself, though, that wasn’t the only reason he agreed to take this job…

Matt exhales a contented sigh and enjoys the peace and quiet of this moment as he floats atop the water, relaxing into the soothing rock of the gentle waves and soaking up the rays of the late afternoon sun. He only allows himself a few minutes then decides it’s probably time to return to his assigned pack of brats before anyone realizes he has already taken longer than he was supposed to on his break. Emerging from the water, he plasters the wet curls of his hair back, wringing out as much of the water as he could-- his hair always took fuckin’ forever to dry. From this distance, Matt can just make out the slightly blurry form of his best friend’s sister still sitting patiently on the log where he had left her when he and Jude decided to take a dip.

“Now what will the other counselors think about your troupe being late to dinner?” Matt teases as he approaches the young brunette. She flashes him a bright smile accompanied with a hint of mischief flashing in the oceans of her eyes.

“Well, I thought it might look bad if your group was the only one to be late-- again, so I figured I would help you out by walking our troops to the commons together.”

“Always looking out for everyone else, hmm?” he mocks as his hand reaches for Kacey’s jaw in a gentle grip, his mouth lowering to brush against her soft lips.

Suddenly, his arms are wrapping around her back and Matt pulls her petite frame against his, forcing a surprised squeal from Kacey as her thighs wrap around his waist to keep herself from falling. He lifts her from the spot on the log and takes the seat for himself, situating her on his lap and thoroughly soaking the front of her clothing with the lake water still dripping from his body. Matt shakes his head, ruffling his blonde mop, and sends droplets flying in every direction, causing them to rain on Kacey’s face.

“Maaaattt!” she whines, flattening her palms against his bare chest in a pathetic attempt to stop his playful assault. Matt huffs out a laugh as his pouty mouth splits into a big smile, putting the dimple on his cheek on display.

“This is the best view on the entire lake,” he says, pulling back to observe the way her floral patterned bikini top shows through the now-transparent camp shirt she has been sporting. An array of bright tropical colors splash vibrantly against the white cotton, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Pervert,” Kacey grumbles, pulling another chuckle from Matt followed by a mumbled agreement as his hands settle comfortably against the small of her back and thigh.

“Can’t wait to have you alone in my bunk, Kitty-cat. No snot-faced kids or annoying brothers around to interrupt,” he flirts, kissing her jaw. Kacey leans into him with a happy sigh, her nails scraping lightly through the curls at his nape.

“Actually…I was thinking we could go to the bon-” Matt groans in protest into her neck, already not liking where this was going, “fire with the other counselors tonight. Come on, Matty, it’ll be fun.” He grunts unhappily once more and his hands tighten possessively around her, irritated at the possibility of having to share her with anyone, even her friends and brother. He just wanted some alone time with her with no prying eyes. 

“We don’t have to pretend here,” she says softly, causing Matt’s tense posture to weaken.

“What about your brother,” Matt questions seriously, “Don’t you think he’ll lose his shit?”

“Don’t worry about Jude, I have him handled,” Kacey says confidently, “he won’t say shit because if he does I have enough information for Charlie to lock him down until graduation.” Matt can’t help but to laugh at her change in attitude, loving when he gets to see her like this-- a little feral and a lot devious. 

“Miss Barber, I’m shocked that you would stoop to blackmail," Matt taunts, making her laugh.

“Pllleeease, Matty,” she begs, effortlessly turning back on the role of the charming, innocent girl next door. Her lips fall to his neck, kissing him in just the right spot to make his leg tremble and his cock stiffen.

“Kacey,” he says, the growl of her name turning into a defeated whimper, “that’s not playing fair.”

“When have you ever played fair, Matthew Prince?” Kacey teases, giving his warm skin a nip that was a little too hard to be considered playful, causing his hips to roll involuntarily.

“Fuckin’ shit.. fuck--fine,” he concedes reluctantly. His hand finds her hip and gives it a bruising squeeze before he begins to push her away, forcing their bodies to part and practically tossing her off of his lap, “but you have to stop that shit right now or we’ll never leave this beach.”

With a triumphant grin, Kacey takes a seat next to Matt on the log, putting about a foot of distance between them. They sit in easy conversation together for a few minutes while Matt gathers himself before they hit the trail back to camp with her wrapped around his back and their laughter echoing through the trees. 

Some days are better than others.

There are small blips in time where Kacey spends her days thinking that things are going to be okay, that what happened between her and Matt meant nothing more to either of them than one night of innocent fun. She doesn’t really like him.

So why then does she once again find herself hiding away in the bathroom during fourth period, crying over a boy she most certainly doesn’t care about?

The weekends, she finds, are the worst.

her hands pressing into his rippled stomach to support her weight while she grinds against him; head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut with dark waves of hair tumbling down her back. Her coy little moans alone are enough to make his dick throb against her hot cunt as he drags her over his length, her soft mewls already putting him on edge.

But when she keels over, pressing her tits against his chest and tangling her fingers in his hair, he nearly comes undone, just barely teetering on the edge of control. Matt’s jaw tightens as his teeth grind together and he tries to think about anything other than the little minx on top of him in an attempt to stave off an early finish. Never before has he been this turned on, to the point where he fears he may tip over the edge before his partner does. He needs her to cum, soon, or this would turn into quite the embarrassment for him– he has a reputation to uphold, after all.

A puff of her hot breath hits the side of his head as she moans softly in his ear, making his head swim before her lips eagerly seek his out. One of Matt’s large hands lowers to the curve of her ass where he squeezes the cheek in a tight grip, still urging her hips forward while his other drifts up the buttery soft skin of her bare spine. He passes over the clasp of her bra on his path to settle against the back of her head, long fingers sinking into soft strands of dark hair so he can keep her head in place and lips locked with his in a sloppy, enthusiastic kiss.

After a moment of exchanging saliva, Kacey breaks from Matt to pepper small, wet kisses along his jaw, leaving him panting and rutting desperately against her. Matt focuses his attention on the placement of his dick, ensuring that the tip poked and rubbed against her clothed clit as much as possible to assist her in coming undone so he can follow.

In his concentration, Matt barely processes her soft lips drifting innocently over the planes of his pale neck before she sinks her teeth harshly into the flesh and sucks. His hips jolt forward and freeze against her while cum spills out of the tip of his cock like a flash flood, painting the inside of his black boxer briefs white. Matt’s eyes roll back as his balls continue to pulse with each rush of fluid spiraling through his shaft. Kacey’s teeth only dig deeper into his skin, so hard that he would be surprised if he didn’t walk away with her full dental set imprinted on his neck.

When his body begins to shake with overstimulation, Matt’s fingers tangle into Kacey’s roots and he firmly tugs her away from his throat, forcing her to release him with a pop of her small mouth. When her sapphire gaze meets him, it's with a sparkle of mischief and the corner of her lip tilts upward in a satisfied smirk as she admires her handiwork.

“Did you just…” she asks, trailing off with a giggle while she moves over his cock once more.

“Oh, you think that’s funny do you?” Matt growls.

He flips Kacey over onto her back in a flash, pinning her down to the mattress with his full weight and leaving no room for her to wiggle out of his grip.

Some days are better than others.

There are small blips in time where Kacey spends her days thinking that things are going to be okay, that what happened between her and Matt meant nothing more to either of them than one night of innocent fun. She doesn’t really like him.

So why then does she once again find herself hiding away in the bathroom during fourth period, crying over a boy she most certainly doesn’t care about?

He gets dressed and does his best to tame some of the wild blonde curls on his head. With a quick spritz of his sharp cologne he grabs his most current read and his phone then quietly makes his way up the stairs, ensuring that each door is closed softly behind him.

When he finds his way into the kitchen it is to find Kacey prepping her morning cup of coffee. Just as she presses the button on the single-serve machine, Matt reaches over her short frame for a box of cereal in the cabinet. She startles a bit when the front of his body brushes against the back of hers. He doesn’t immediately pull away, however, instead, looking down at her with a smirk on his face as he sinks into the depths of her ocean eyes.

“Good morning,” he hums, voice still slightly foggy and rough from sleep. Kacey’s cheeks pink when his eyes dart down to her lips, the blush spreading across her cute little nose in the most delicious way.

She had fucking kissed him back. Not once, but twice– and Matt was still floating on that high.

His mind wanders to the slap for a moment and his body has an immediate reaction to the memory of the sting on his cheek. He wonders if he can get her to do it again. That first night he had told her that he likes being hurt during sex– it wasn’t a lie– he just omitted the part where he likes to give as much as he is given. Images of her scratching up his face and kicking and struggling beneath him while he pins her down flood his mind. Fuck yeah, she would put up a fight. She may look like an adorable little kitten on the outside but inside there was a ferocious deity waiting to be awoken. Kacey certainly has a fierce spark about her and he knows that if given the chance, she would put up a hell of a fight for him.

But for the time being though, he was more than happy with simply making her squirm.

Matt’s tongue flicks out to run across his lower lip followed by his teeth sinking lightly into the flesh. He doesn’t miss the way her eyes follow the action or the subtle shift of her feet as her thighs press together.

“Morning,” she murmurs back, stiffening slightly as his nearness.

“How did you sleep, kitty-cat?” he asks.

“F-fine,” she stammers out, a bit taken aback by Matt’s shift in behavior.

He hums again, this time with a small hint of disapproval.

“Shame. Was hoping you would have been up all night thinking about me like I was thinking about you.”

“Wha–” she begins to question but is interrupted by the sound of the front door closing shut and the locks quietly clicking into place.

Matt pulls out the box and closes the cabinet just as Kacey clears her throat nervously while she busies herself with prepping her cup of coffee. Jude walks into the room with his hair sticking up in every direction, the clothing he had worn to Jamie’s party the previous night still on and disheveled. He stumbles slightly as he entered to join his best friend and sister.

“What are you shitheads doing up so early?” he slurs with a drunken chuckle.

“Are you fucking serious, Jude,” Kacey mumbles with

disappointment, “Dad’s gonna kill you and I’m not covering for you.”

“Awwhhh, come on, sis. We’re supposed to have each other’s backs. Can you just be cool for once? You know, one day you're gonna want me to return the favor and guess who won't be around to save your ass? Me,” Jude rambles as she dramatically rolls her eyes in his direction.

"Jude, if I'm ever asking for your help, then that means I'm in real trouble," she says.

“I got you, man,” Matt cuts in as he takes a bite out of his bowl, “Don’t make her lie to Charlie. She fucking sucks at it anyway.”

Kacey whips around to glare daggers at Matt.

“I do not,” she says defensively.

Jude and Matt look at one another before bursting out into a fit of laughter. Her arms cross over her chest in annoyance at the two boys. Matt notices the shift and decides to stop before he lands himself on her bad side again and has to start the process of softening her up all over; not that he would mind– he is coming to find that he really enjoys chasing her.

“Alright, dude. Let’s get you upstairs before your dad wakes up,” Matt says.

He slurps at the remaining milk in his bowl then turns on the faucet to rinse it. Jude mumbles an agreement and slinks off toward his room while Matt quickly places his dishes in the dishwasher. On his way out of the kitchen, Matt allows his hand to gently drift across Kacey's lower back as he leans down to whisper in her ear.

“Have a great day, kitty-cat."

Some days are better than others.

There are small blips in time where Kacey spends her days thinking that things are going to be okay, that what happened between her and Matt meant nothing more to either of them than one night of innocent fun. She doesn’t really like him.

So why then does she once again find herself hiding away in the bathroom during fourth period, crying over a boy she most certainly doesn’t care about?

He watches the brunette disappear behind the door of the girl’s restroom as the muted voices of his friends continue to chatter around him. As much as he wanted to pretend that night with his best friend’s sister didn’t happen, he finds himself unable to purge her from his thoughts.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her little gasps and whimpers or the way her body responded to him– like every touch and kiss was a brand new experience. The way she gushed around his fingers followed by the dazed, blissed-out look of almost shock on her face when she came for him. Matt swears that the flavor of her still coats his tongue, even now, from the little sample he had of her from his fingers and he finds himself wanting to taste her from the source.

And fuck… the memory of how she seemed so nervous to touch him back made his dick tingle with excitement. He finds it difficult to believe that she’s never fucked anyone before but there was certainly a level of inexperience there that excited Matt. He wanted very badly to be the one to show her all the ways to make him feel good and the ways he could make her feel good.

And yet he knows this would be impossible. Charlie would kick him out, for sure, if he knew what happened under his roof and then Matt would be back to sleeping in his car or forced to go back to his dad’s house, which is the last fucking thing he wanted to do. He would be kicked out of this fancy private school and lose any chance of getting into a good university. That’s not even taking Jude into consideration. Surely fucking your best friend’s little sister would warrant the end of a friendship, no matter how long they had been by one another’s sides. There was just so much riding on his actions–his entire future was riding on his behavior and he couldn’t afford to fuck it up.

So why, even knowing all of this, does he still crave her? She was just another girl, after all. He had plenty of those lined up just waiting for their opportunity with him. And he had certainly been entertaining them more often than not lately, another attempt to banish Kacey from his mind. Even if he did decide to pursue her, it's not like she would give him the time of day anyway. She’s given him nothing but silence since that night, not even sparing a glance in his direction.

And why should he care?

It's not like he and Kacey were together or even friends, merely existing in one another's spheres. It shouldn’t bother him that the two of them haven’t even muttered a word to one another in weeks. In fact, she seemed to ensure that she was long gone every morning before he even made it to the kitchen for breakfast and disappeared into her room after dinner every night to study. That wasn’t entirely out of character for her, but she usually at least spent a little downtime with the family before holing up in her room, but lately, she’s just been gone more than usual and her absence gnawed at Matt.

“Earth to Matthew,” Jude calls from across the table, snapping Matt out of his thoughts.

“What do you think, Matt? You in?” a soft voice calls from his left, his latest conquest sitting too close to him for comfort.

“Think about what?” Matt grunts, already irritated.

“Party at Jamie’s. His parents are out of town for the weekend. Should I expect to see you there?” she asks, batting her overdone false lashes up at him.

When her hand lands on his thigh, Matt’s mouth falls into a frown as his annoyance makes itself clear on his face. He wraps his hand around her wrist and places it back in her own lap before scooting over a little bit to put some distance between himself and the clinger. Let a girl blow you one time in the band room supply closet and suddenly she thinks she's in a committed relationship.

“Not tonight. I’ve got shit to do.”

“Like what, bro? Getting stoned and jerking off alone?” Jude laughs as he tosses a carrot in Matt’s direction.

“I actually have to study,” Matt snaps at his friend, “Unlike some of us, who have their rich daddy’s name to coast on.”

“Damn, you on your period or something? Whatever, dude, don’t come. We’ll have more fun without your sour ass anyway.”

As it had been for weeks, Matt finds himself having a difficult time sleeping. Trying to smoke himself into a coma had failed spectacularly at shutting his brain up and instead gave him a wicked case of the munchies. Maybe he should have gone to Jamie’s with Jude and the entourage of people he couldn’t give a fuck less about. Anything would be better than tossing and turning with a racing mind. Even reading hadn’t been enough to pull him from the endless strew of thoughts, unable to fully plunge himself into the fictional worlds that typically brought him comfort.

Upon entering the kitchen, Matt is surprised to see Kacey too is there, standing in front of the fridge with the door open as the soft glow from the bulb shines on her like a stage light. He takes a moment to admire her, eyes roaming over her petite figure as the memories from that night once again flood his mind. She finally settles on her midnight snack and closes the door, plunging the room into darkness, save for the small light above the stove.

Matt remains under cover of the dark hallway by the entrance as she pads quietly toward him. It's not until she is within reaching distance that he says her name, making her jump with surprise at his presence. Maybe it's the weed lowering his inhibitions and not allowing him to think clearly about the potential consequences of talking to her or perhaps he’s just done with receiving the cold shoulder, but he finds himself interrogating her before his brain can fully process the moment and he finds his own anger rearing at her combative response.

“So am I mad at you? Yes, I am,” she hisses.

She tries to make a run for it, trying to quickly skirt around Matt at what she deems the end of this conversation. Matt grabs the crook of her elbow and pulls her back toward him before backing her up against the wall. He towers over her, caging her in and preventing her from being able to escape.

“Don’t play coy with me, Kacey. Yeah, I made the first move but I didn’t hear any complaints when my finger was knuckle-deep in that little cunt of yours. Your pussy doesn’t lie and it was saying that you wanted me just as much as I wanted you. So miss me with that blame game bullshit,” Matt growls.

After several long seconds, she finally concedes the truth and lays into him again.

“Fine! I wanted it too but the way you blew me off after was low, Matt. Even for you. You’re my brother’s best friend. We live under the same roof. My dad practically adopted you. I get that this was no big deal for you but I’m not one of your little skanks– you can’t fuck around with me and then pretend I don’t exist.”

“Pretend you don’t exist? That’s fucking rich coming from the girl who has been going out of her way to avoid me. When would I have had the chance to talk to you?”

“I don’t know, Matt! Maybe the morning after you used me on my dad’s couch! Don’t you think that would have been a good time? But you wouldn’t even look at me, let alone talk to me!”

“What the fuck was I supposed to say? Thanks for the orgasm, we can’t do that ever again over breakfast with your dad and brother?”

“How about good morning, asshole? Would that have been so fucking difficult?”

She had him stumped with that one. He hadn’t spared a look at her that morning because he was afraid that he would give himself away. Not only to Charlie and Jude but to her as well– afraid that she would see how deeply the previous night had affected him. Afraid that she would want more from him when he couldn’t give it to her. So he fell back on his typical silence instead.

“You’re such a frustrating little fucking brat,” he says, instead of delving into what had been going on in his mind at the time.

“And you’re a dickhead who can’t kiss to save his life,” she lashes back.

Matt’s eyes narrow. Now she’s definitely fucking lying. She can be as pissed at him as she wants– he accepts that he was a total dick but there’s no way the kisses they had shared could be labeled as bad.

“Is that right?” he asks, voice low.

Kacey tilts her head definitely in a challenge with a little hum of confirmation.

Bullshit.

Before she can see his intentions, Matt’s large hand palms the back of her head and he pulls her forward to crash his lips against hers. She gasps with surprise, leaving her mouth open and vulnerable for his hot tongue to sweep inside.

Guitar riffs are quickly followed by the booming of a bass that vibrates the walls of the home, both of which precede lyrics that are screamed by the lead singer of the band that currently blasts through the stereo from a floor below. Kacey’s pencil taps, taps, taps a rapid staccato against the page of her open notebook and try as she might to concentrate on the words of the economy book she’s been attempting to study for the past hour, she finds herself unable to do so thanks to the distraction emanating from downstairs.

None of that had been an issue– grades had never been an issue for Matt so he felt that he would be able to live up to the expectations that his best friend’s dad expected from all of the kids living in his home. No, the issue was her. Because once he moved into the Barber household, Matt realized very quickly that Kacey was no longer the annoying little pain in the ass sister that he had casually grown up around. Well, she was still all of those things, but over the past few months, he had started to notice her in ways that he never had before.

Before he knew it, her Barbies and dolls had been traded out for makeup and AP course textbooks. She now seemed to prefer to wear her dark hair in soft waves around her shoulders rather than the tight, slicked-back ponytails that he had grown accustomed to seeing. He couldn’t help noticing how she had sprouted up in height, though she was still a tiny thing, only reaching somewhere around his chest level. Her body was taking on a more mature shape and filling out in all the right places that made his caveman brain want to toss her over his shoulder and have his way with her. Matt wasn’t exactly sure when all of these changes started taking place, but they were getting more and more difficult to ignore as he was forced to share the same spaces with her on a daily basis.

“Goddamn, you’re so wet for me,” Matt mumbles against her soft lips. His finger swipes through her slick folds as their panting chests heave against one another while they both try to catch their breath.

She parts so easily for him and as experienced as Matt was for a teen boy, he swears that a girl has never been this responsive to him before. He trails up her creamy slit until the pad of his finger catches on her swollen bud and he gives it a little swirl. The moan that falls from her pretty mouth makes his dick throb and strain against his dark sweats, causing a shiver of pleasure to crawl up his spine.

“Yeah, you like that, huh?” he taunts as he dances around her sensitive clit.

His middle finger slides down to tease at her opening, barely pressing in and making her breath catch in her chest before he slowly slides the digit in down to the knuckle. Kacey’s mouth parts with a long, silent gasp as her tight, greedy pussy sucks in his finger, her eyes widening in wonder while he presses against the front of her inner walls.

With his free hand, Matt pulls down the top of her soft v-neck t-shirt, stretching out the material to make room for her tits to spill out the top and keeping them pushed together and presented for him. His eyes gaze over her cute puckered nipples and his tongue darts out to lick one of the small peaks before sucking it into his mouth and biting down with his teeth.

Kacey responds with another moan when his finger curls inside of her and his thumb lands on her clit to continue the swirling motions that he had been doing moments before.

She’s never been more thankful for the low, blue light of the nearby television. The words he utters shoot a rush of embarrassment through her veins, igniting her cheeks with a fierce heat. Is she truly that easy to read?

Guitar riffs are quickly followed by the booming of a bass that vibrates the walls of the home, both of which precede lyrics that are screamed by the lead singer of the band that currently blasts through the stereo from a floor below. Kacey’s pencil taps, taps, taps a rapid staccato against the page of her open notebook and try as she might to concentrate on the words of the economy book she’s been attempting to study for the past hour, she finds herself unable to do so thanks to the distraction emanating from downstairs.

None of that had been an issue– grades had never been an issue for Matt so he felt that he would be able to live up to the expectations that his best friend’s dad expected from all of the kids living in his home. No, the issue was her. Because once he moved into the Barber household, Matt realized very quickly that Kacey was no longer the annoying little pain in the ass sister that he had casually grown up around. Well, she was still all of those things, but over the past few months, he had started to notice her in ways that he never had before.

Before he knew it, her Barbies and dolls had been traded out for makeup and AP course textbooks. She now seemed to prefer to wear her dark hair in soft waves around her shoulders rather than the tight, slicked-back ponytails that he had grown accustomed to seeing. He couldn’t help noticing how she had sprouted up in height, though she was still a tiny thing, only reaching somewhere around his chest level. Her body was taking on a more mature shape and filling out in all the right places that made his caveman brain want to toss her over his shoulder and have his way with her. Matt wasn’t exactly sure when all of these changes started taking place, but they were getting more and more difficult to ignore as he was forced to share the same spaces with her on a daily basis.

“Goddamn, you’re so wet for me,” Matt mumbles against her soft lips. His finger swipes through her slick folds as their panting chests heave against one another while they both try to catch their breath.

She parts so easily for him and as experienced as Matt was for a teen boy, he swears that a girl has never been this responsive to him before. He trails up her creamy slit until the pad of his finger catches on her swollen bud and he gives it a little swirl. The moan that falls from her pretty mouth makes his dick throb and strain against his dark sweats, causing a shiver of pleasure to crawl up his spine.

“Yeah, you like that, huh?” he taunts as he dances around her sensitive clit.

His middle finger slides down to tease at her opening, barely pressing in and making her breath catch in her chest before he slowly slides the digit in down to the knuckle. Kacey’s mouth parts with a long, silent gasp as her tight, greedy pussy sucks in his finger, her eyes widening in wonder while he presses against the front of her inner walls.

With his free hand, Matt pulls down the top of her soft v-neck t-shirt, stretching out the material to make room for her tits to spill out the top and keeping them pushed together and presented for him. His eyes gaze over her cute puckered nipples and his tongue darts out to lick one of the small peaks before sucking it into his mouth and biting down with his teeth.

Kacey responds with another moan when his finger curls inside of her and his thumb lands on her clit to continue the swirling motions that he had been doing moments before.

She’s never been more thankful for the low, blue light of the nearby television. The words he utters shoot a rush of embarrassment through her veins, igniting her cheeks with a fierce heat. Is she truly that easy to read?

He was so drunk on her and the thrill of touching her that he almost broke his own rule to always suit up. He couldn’t count on anyone but himself in these situations and always made it a priority to wear condoms. Matt knew all too well the kind of life that could result from having teen parents and his life was complicated enough. He sure as shit wasn’t ready to be a dad– wasn’t even sure if he ever wanted to be one.

This thing between the two of them would be a one-time occurrence and as much as he wanted to pin Kacey’s thighs to the couch and slide into her slickened center, Matt knew that making out and some heavy petting was as far as this would be going. They would just have to work with the option available to them both so with that thought in mind, Matt nods his head, acknowledging that he heard her loud and clear, as he brings his lips to softly brush hers again. The second that his tongue touches hers once again, his dick throbs in his pants– a painful reminder that it wouldn’t be getting wet tonight.

With a final lick to her lips, Matt pulls back and circles a large hand around Kacey’s wrist before slowly guiding her small hand to cup him over his sweats. He squeezes her delicate fingers around the base of his girth with a deep groan exhaling hot on her neck, encouraging her to tighten her loose grip. She seems almost hesitant, however, to slide her hand up his length.

“We don’t have to go further than this but I need you to touch me, baby,” he moans, squeezing his hand around hers once more, “ffuck… please, Kace.”

Her teeth sink into her lower lip as she contemplates his words. After several torturous moments of waiting for her to decide what she was going to do, her small hand begins to move on its own with a shake as she clumsily strokes the outside of his pants.

“I-is this okay?” she asks, seeming unsure of herself.

"Yeah, baby,” Matt sighs, burying his nose in her hair to inhale the intoxicating aroma of her sweet shampoo while his hips buck against her touch, “you can squeeze harder though. Don’t worry about hurting me– I like it.”

This time she squeezes his cock with conviction like it's her fucking job, causing him to groan perhaps a little too loudly in her ear. He muffles his own sound by clamping his teeth down on the exposed part of her shoulder and closing his lips around the skin to suck hard. She yelps a little at the surprise attack but it's nothing compared to the sound that falls from her when his hand finds her still slick clit once more and he swirls around the bud with the intention of making her cum for him again. Matt releases her flesh from his fangs and swipes his tongue over the now dark purpling bruise.

“Fuck,” he exhales, “keep stroking the tip like that. ‘m gonna cum so hard for you.”

That familiar tingling begins to climb up his spine and spreads through his clenching abdomen just as a rush bursts down his urethra. Suddenly a creak can be heard from down the hall as the stairway light flicks on from upstairs and someone’s heavy footsteps begin to descend. Kacey quickly removes her hand from the front of Matt’s cock mid-orgasm, leaving him feeling unsatisfied as his balls continue to pulse and empty against the fabric of his boxers while he heaves out a frustrated groan. She shoves hard at his chest in an attempt to get him off of her, her small frame unable to make him budge even the slightest bit.

“Matt! Move!” she hisses.

The severity of the situation finally catches up to him and he practically throws himself to the other end of the couch, putting as much distance between him and her as possible. He manages to pull one of the many couch pillows over his lap just in time as Charlie passes by the doorframe of the living room. Peeking his head in, the older man looks at the two teens with groggy eyes and bed-messy hair. He squints at the clock hanging above the mantle as he takes in the time.

“What are you two doing?”

Brain, still foggy from his ruined orgasm, Matt struggles to form a response.

“Neither of us could sleep, Daddy, so we’re just watching a movie. I’m about to head up to bed though.”

Matt holds his breath as Charlie continues to look at the two of them and he’s fully prepared for the man’s notorious wrath to rain down on the two of them. He knows. There’s no way he doesn’t. This is it. Matt just knows that he is about to lose the only stable home he’s ever had just because he couldn’t keep his hands to himself and not touch the one fucking girl that was off-limits.

“Okay. You should be going that way soon too, Matt. It's a school night,” Charlie says, his sleepy voice cracking on a yawn before he continues toward the kitchen.

With a shaky exhale, Matt’s hand swipes anxiously through his hair as he tries to slow down the rapid beating of his heart. Fuck, that was close. Too fucking close for comfort. This could never happen again– he couldn’t risk the only sanctuary he had. Rising from the comfort of the couch, Matt tosses the pillow back onto the cushion and crosses the glossy wooden floor with a mumbled “goodnight” tossed back to Kacey before heading toward the basement stairs to retreat to the safety of his room.

Guitar riffs are quickly followed by the booming of a bass that vibrates the walls of the home, both of which precede lyrics that are screamed by the lead singer of the band that currently blasts through the stereo from a floor below. Kacey’s pencil taps, taps, taps a rapid staccato against the page of her open notebook and try as she might to concentrate on the words of the economy book she’s been attempting to study for the past hour, she finds herself unable to do so thanks to the distraction emanating from downstairs.

None of that had been an issue– grades had never been an issue for Matt so he felt that he would be able to live up to the expectations that his best friend’s dad expected from all of the kids living in his home. No, the issue was her. Because once he moved into the Barber household, Matt realized very quickly that Kacey was no longer the annoying little pain in the ass sister that he had casually grown up around. Well, she was still all of those things, but over the past few months, he had started to notice her in ways that he never had before.

Before he knew it, her Barbies and dolls had been traded out for makeup and AP course textbooks. She now seemed to prefer to wear her dark hair in soft waves around her shoulders rather than the tight, slicked-back ponytails that he had grown accustomed to seeing. He couldn’t help noticing how she had sprouted up in height, though she was still a tiny thing, only reaching somewhere around his chest level. Her body was taking on a more mature shape and filling out in all the right places that made his caveman brain want to toss her over his shoulder and have his way with her. Matt wasn’t exactly sure when all of these changes started taking place, but they were getting more and more difficult to ignore as he was forced to share the same spaces with her on a daily basis.

“Goddamn, you’re so wet for me,” Matt mumbles against her soft lips. His finger swipes through her slick folds as their panting chests heave against one another while they both try to catch their breath.

She parts so easily for him and as experienced as Matt was for a teen boy, he swears that a girl has never been this responsive to him before. He trails up her creamy slit until the pad of his finger catches on her swollen bud and he gives it a little swirl. The moan that falls from her pretty mouth makes his dick throb and strain against his dark sweats, causing a shiver of pleasure to crawl up his spine.

“Yeah, you like that, huh?” he taunts as he dances around her sensitive clit.

His middle finger slides down to tease at her opening, barely pressing in and making her breath catch in her chest before he slowly slides the digit in down to the knuckle. Kacey’s mouth parts with a long, silent gasp as her tight, greedy pussy sucks in his finger, her eyes widening in wonder while he presses against the front of her inner walls.

With his free hand, Matt pulls down the top of her soft v-neck t-shirt, stretching out the material to make room for her tits to spill out the top and keeping them pushed together and presented for him. His eyes gaze over her cute puckered nipples and his tongue darts out to lick one of the small peaks before sucking it into his mouth and biting down with his teeth.

Kacey responds with another moan when his finger curls inside of her and his thumb lands on her clit to continue the swirling motions that he had been doing moments before.