#kiarah

“This is so exciting,” Sarah said, lifting her sunglasses to the top of her head and checking her blindspot. “It’s gonna be like a sleepover that never ends!”

Kiara shifted in the passenger seat, kicking around the duffel bag tucked away by her feet. “It’ll end when my parents get back from the Poconos. In eleven days.”

“You sound so excited,” Sarah deadpanned.

Her shoulders bunched up and she let her head thunk against the window. “Sorry, don’t mean to be sulky. I’m just a little pissed my parents refused to take me. Plus, your house intimidates me.”

She scoffed. “You stay over all the time!”

“Never more than a night!” Kiara defended. “I know my house is old, but Tannyhill is like a museum.”

“Yeah, Rafe isn’t allowed in museums since—”

“Sarah.”

“Look, Rose and my dad offered for you to stay,” Sarah shrugged, turning onto her street without a blinker. “They want you there, and they like you! We’re gonna have a great time and you’ll be begging to move in by the end!”

“You can’t seriously think that’s true,” Kiara laughed, grabbing her bag from the floorboards and checking her reflection in the visor mirror.

Her friend eyed her, down her chest and to her legs, nearly bare with her jean shorts. She didn’t notice Sarah’s gaze. “We’ll see.”

*

“I’m sorry, I totally must have misheard you. It almost sounded like you’re throwing a party while Ward and Rose are out.”

Sarah didn’t respond, instead continuing to apply mascara in the manufactured glow of her vanity. 

“I got here yesterday, dude,” Kie went on, pacing on the rug. “I can’t make myself comfortable before you’re inviting half the island to burn through a thousand beer cans?”

“Oh my God, Greta Thunberg much?” Sarah giggled, blinking her drying eyes. “We get kegs.” She set the mascara on the tabletop and looked Kiara up and down. “You’re not gonna wear that, are you?”

Kiara looked down at her flowy pants and t-shirt, then folded her arms. “You didn’t exactly warn me to pack for this.”

Sarah beamed at her and stood up. She dug through her dresser and pulled a tank top and jean shorts, then tossed them to her friend. “Problem solved.”

There was less than a square foot of fabric in her hands. “I…thanks, I’ll—”

“I wanna see if they’ll fit. We’re about the same size, but denim is fucking evil. Go ahead and change.”

Kiara froze, looking down at the outfit in her hands. “Um, could I have a bit of pri—?”

“Jeez, fine, I won’t look,” Sarah interrupted again with a little smirk. She sat back down at the vanity and grabbed her blush.

With a mirror the size of a street sign, there was no part of the bedroom Kie could stand that wasn’t in Sarah’s line of sight. She took a quick breath and changed as fast as she could without stumbling over her own limbs. Kiara could absolutely feel eyes on her body, especially when her t-shirt was briefly stuck over her head, but she said nothing.

It was a little revealing, but cute nonetheless. “It’s perfect!” Sarah announced, getting close to adjust Kiara’s tank. She tugged at the bottom to lower the neckline even more and grabbed her bra straps to lift her tits, forcing a little oh! from Kiara. “There we go. Even better. Let’s start pregaming!”

*

The span between Sarah’s bedroom and Kiara snapping back to in the downstairs powder room… well, it was a bit of a blur. 

The atmosphere reminded her of the kind of ragers they’d thrown when they were younger. Kie hadn’t had the chance to let loose and tear through a bunch of vodka and coconut rum in ages, and a few rounds of cup pong had her making intense eye contact with the mirror. She’d broken the seal ages ago, already washed up and ready to step out, but the room spun and spun around no particular axis.

Once her head was clear, she rolled her shoulders back and—stumbled out of the room, sloshing a little bit of her beverage onto the tile floor.

“Taking your drink into the bathroom is just wild,” Rafe said, and she turned to see him just around the corner. 

She rolled her eyes. “Mm, whatever. S’not like I peed in the cup.”

Rafe looked down at the top she had on— not her tits, but the actual shirt. “Are you wearing my sister’s clothes?”

The question was simply absurd to Kie’s intoxicated mind. It hadn’t dawned on her that anyone would notice , nor that Rafe would even be here. It may be his house, but he didn’t exactly get along with Sarah’s friends. Either way, Kiara burst out laughing in Rafe’s face and pushed past him to return outside.

In the sitting room, she was called over by her hostess hanging out on a couch alone. Kie plopped next to her, nearly splashing the remainder of her Solo cup concoction on their laps.

“‘M ready to go home,” Kiara admitted, resting her head on Sarah’s shoulder, who patted her gently.

“You are home, silly.” Sarah took Kiara’s cup from her and tossed the rest of it back before grimacing. “Oh my God, killer, is this what you’ve been drinking all night? No wonder you wanna leave!”

“I’m fiiine,” Kie insisted, really proving that she wasn’t. She leaned her entire body onto her friend in a hug combined with an attempt at finding a steady body. 

Sarah stood up, leaving her friend nearly collapsing on the couch. “I change my mind. Let’s go home. Y’know, my room.”

The intoxicated girls skipped hand in hand out of the party and up to the blonde girl’s bedroom. When they reached the top of the stairs, Kiara’s foot caught on the final step and sent her stumbling to the carpeted floor. Because she was so entwined with her friend, they both crashed in a fit of giggles and limbs. 

When they caught their breath, Kie rolled her head over to see Sarah already smiling at her. The thought, Sarah is so pretty , pushed to the front of her mind like a diva demanding her solo. It’s a fact she’s always known , an axiom. Magnets point north, the sky is blue, and Kie’s best friend is a beautiful girl. But as she soaked in Sarah’s huge brown eyes, pointed nose, bitten-pink mouth, Kiara appreciated the parts that made the sum of the girl’s beauty. Maybe even for the first time. 

Perhaps it was the chilled plastic carton of Malibu she’d drunk from directly, maybe it was the proximity of the girl who’d been with her through everything since middle school, or maybe it was the phase of the moon. But Kiara leaned over without thinking and kissed Sarah .

Both were too loose to feel any inhibitions about the situation, but the blonde seemed much more impassioned than Kiara expected. They broke apart with a wet sound, and Sarah pulled herself up to nearly drag Kie down the hall. The majority of the partygoers had flocked to the pool area outside and the kitchen downstairs, so the girls passed no one on the way. Kie would’ve sworn she saw some shadowed figure around the corner of the landing, but then Sarah started kissing her neck , and she was back to being putty in her hands.

Sarah’s lips were so soft, and her hands were unexpectedly eager. It was hard for Kiara to focus, and Sarah’s vanilla perfume was as inebriating as the drinks she’d had. Her head lulled backwards and hit the doorframe, and Sarah finally had the decency to let them both into her bedroom.

They couldn’t even separate for long enough to reach Sarah’s bed, but Kie made sure to pull the door shut behind them. The house was older than the trees and didn’t have locks on several of the doors, but her mind was so preoccupied, there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d remember to do it anyways.

The girls sat on the bed facing each other, torn between sitting comfortably on their knees and leaning into the kiss as much as possible. Kie would’ve been fine with making out, but Sarah’s warm hands went from her neck to her shoulders to slipping under the straps of her tank top. Soft moans slipped from Kie’s mouth as Sarah played with her nipples— she wondered if her tongue would feel as good there as it did in her mouth.

Kiara’s knee slotted between Sarah’s, forcing them closer until her cunt was pressed on the other girl’s thigh. The feeling was euphoric, sending waves of pleasure up her spine and forcing wanton moans out of her. 

It was easy, natural, to shift into a position where both girls could grind on the other. They held each other’s shoulders for stability and the movement was a bit awkward, but she was barreling towards a release regardless. 

Kiara found just the right angle to apply pressure directly to her clit, and she came before she realized she was that close. 

Oh my God, Sarah just made her cum. Well, she made herself cum, using Sarah. Did that still count? 

A knock at the door had the girls scurrying off of each other. The blonde girl stumbled up with shaky legs and opened the door to address the person looking for a restroom, while Kie leapt off the bed. She scanned the room for her phone, but she’d left it on her own nightstand before the party.

When Sarah sent away the intruder and turned back, Kiara had already grabbed her belongings from earlier. “I think I need to go to sleep, I—” It was difficult standing on two feet, and she couldn’t tell if it was from drinking or the orgasm. Her friend watched her amusedly, letting her out of the room but leaving her to traverse the halls alone.

Kiara hit the bed with her makeup and clothes still on. Well, Sarah’s clothes. She was even a little certain the sheets below her were from her friend’s bed. The water on her nightstand was the Nalgene Sarah used in high school. Fuck, everywhere Kiara turned was another claim that Sarah had made on her.

Now… why didn’t it bother her so much?

***

Kiara flipped over in bed. It had been a few days since the party—since she and Sarah had quite an interesting experience. 

Her friend had done an amazing job at acting like nothing was wrong, that nothing even abnormal had happened between them. Kiara briefly wondered if the entire encounter had been an alcohol-induced hallucination until she had caught a flash of Sarah’s perfume at breakfast the next morning and the memories came flooding back. Her friend’s thigh pressed against her cunt, her hands exploring her body, the moans right in her ear, fuck —

She threw the duvet off her body and got out of bed; she needed some fresh air. The cooler weather made the doors move easier at the expense of the quiet hinges— every movement had to be deliberate to not wake anyone in the house.

Through the halls, down the spiral staircase, out the side door to the patio that faced the water. She just needed to sit and listen to the waves, yet scurrying around in the dark felt so infringing— her head was on a swivel despite the overwhelming silence.

Apropos of a nicer security system Rose demanded, the exterior doors were the newest part of the manor. She stepped out onto the smooth tile flooring and took a deep breath, finally feeling like she’d made it past the hardest part of the night. 

“Couldn’t sleep?”

Kiara jumped out of her skin, clearly not expecting to find anyone out here—even if that someone was a resident of the home. Rafe sat at the outdoor table, illuminated by the soft porch lights that stayed on through the night. A lighter sat on the table, and smoke drifted from whatever was tucked between his fingers. Her eyes narrowed when she noticed he was pulling from something hand-rolled.

“Is that weed?” she asked dumbly, as if she couldn’t smell it as soon as she laid eyes on him, and stepped towards him.

He giggled, almost a cute sound if it wasn’t so condescending, and took a drag. The lit end glowed before releasing a crisp vein of off-white smoke, and he exhaled. “You gonna tell Ward?”

She was a stunned little rabbit, processing every word and action like he would strike any moment. Kiara’s parents would probably knock her upside the head for referring to them so disdainfully by first name, yet Rafe lets the word fall from his serpentine tongue so easily. 

“Or are you too scared to speak to him?” Rafe continued, taking another hit. “I’d be hesitant, too, if I was in your situation. Room and board, huh?”

Her brows furrowed as she processed this. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“A good piece of advice— when you’re at a party, always assume someone is watching you.”

Oh, God. Sarah. Mortification blazed through her body, creeping up her neck and surely tinging her face pink. “I— I don’t know what you’re talking about—”

“Oh, shut up. I’m not gonna tattle on you,” Rafe rolled his eyes and stamped out the half-finished joint, sending a pang through Kiara’s chest. “Don’t feel like outing my sister just to mess with you.”

“How charitable.”

Rafe stared her down, assessing if he’d actually upset her or if Kiara was just apprehensive. When he found nothing but a quickly-beating heart inside her, he smiled again. “So, when did it start? Drunken escapade that got out of hand? Or did I stumble upon a relationship that’s years in the making?”

“You’re a creep. This is none of your business.”

“Why? Because you’re still figuring out you’re gay, or because you’re fucking my sister?”

She folded her arms across her chest. “I’m not gay.”

“I think Ian McKellan didn’t come out until he was, like, fifty.”

“How do you know who Ian McKellan is?”

Rafe grinned. “Aww, you’re stalling! So, what? Are you just experimenting?”

Defensiveness settled over her body. “Is there something so wrong with that?” she asked, voice suddenly in a whisper.

He didn’t answer but quickly stood up from his chair, the legs scraping against the concrete and she winced. Rafe took a step towards her, and her neck craned to adjust to his height. She caught a whiff of his leathery cologne, just barely detectable in the breeze. Blood rushing in her ears drowned out the cicadas and waves lapping against the pier. Really, everything that wasn’t Rafe Cameron became white noise, background visuals, nothingness. She’s pretty sure she wasn’t even breathing.

Rafe leaned in, testing the waters. Kiara was yet again reduced to a frozen prey animal until he reached up to hold her chin. His fingers were so careful, so delicate on her skin that she could feel the heat of his body before his touch. He was asking for permission with his eyes, and she wordlessly granted it as her own fluttered shut. 

But he didn’t kiss her. In fact, he dropped his hand and chuckled, and the embarrassment turned her cheeks a different shade of red. “You’re a jerk, you know th—?”

“Bend over.”

Kie’s eyes widened . “Excuse me?”

“Hearing aid need new batteries? I said bend over .” He plopped down in the chair again and gestured to the table in front of him. “Really wanna see what you’ve got under that cute nightgown.”

She reared back a bit, taking in his demand. “Or what?”

Rafe scoffed, finding her little question amusing. “Oh, no. I’m not blackmailing you. I don’t have to. Bend over, and don’t make me ask again.”

You haven’t even asked once! Kiara knew better than to bite back at him right now. The hunger in his eyes intrigued her, anyways.

So she bent over.

The satisfaction in his exhale had her flushing, but she wasn’t facing in a way for him to see. His warm hands pressed against the backs of her thighs at first, fingers digging into the flesh and sliding up to her ass. He skirted over her panties but pushed the hem of her gown up to her lower back.

His fingers played with the lace trim. “The hell are you doing wearing this, anyways? Walking around in this frilly, paper-thin gown? You could just make a shirt that says fuck me.”

“You don’t like the subtlety?”

He laughed at her joke, and she heard a rustling from behind but remained posed over the table. Rafe continued playing with her cunt, stroking over the damp fabric and teasing at the edges until her skin erupted with goosebumps. 

She heard him lean forward and tug down her underwear, all the way until he made her step out of them. Without turning back to be sure, she was almost certain he pocketed them. 

“C’mere, sweetheart,” he said, finally giving her permission to stand up again. Her face warmed at the endearing term, and turned back to see him holding his hard cock, the leaking tip glistening in the porch light. 

Rafe gave no instruction because, like the threat she’d suggested earlier, it wasn’t needed. Her dignity had no say anymore. 

Kiara obeyed, just like she’d done already, and climbed into his lap by holding onto his shoulders and straddling his spread legs. He aligned himself easily, notching the head into her warm, already-wet cunt, but didn’t move until she was ready. 

His fat cock stretched her open, receiving enough resistance that she struggled to sit all the way down. He let her work at it, fuck herself down on him until she was comfortable. He was in no rush.

He reached up to thumb her nipples through her gown and a strangled whimper slipped out of her. “Hush, baby,” Rafe said, grabbing her hips to still her for a moment. “Don’t want my dad to hear, right?”

Rafe pushed her down all the way, letting his cock fully sink inside and twitch at the soft spot inside her. This didn’t help with his request for her to be quiet. “Or, y’know. Someone else .”

He was antagonizing her, and he made it worse with how slow he was fucking her. The careful drag of his member, gliding against her walls, filling her and stretching out any ridges or folds inside her… Her only option was to cover her own mouth, something Rafe allowed with smug amusement on his face.

Once Rafe let go of her hips and allowed her to resume control, he enjoyed his personal show as Kiara chased her orgasm. One of her hands was gripping the back of the chair for stability while the other was barely muffling her noises, so Rafe was a gentleman and rubbed her clit for her.

Kie’s legs shook as she came, and she had to bury her face in the crook of his neck to silence herself. He pulsed inside her, spilling his seed deep in her cunt as she convulsed and mewled above him. 

He reached over for the stubbed-out joint and his Bic, and relit it as he softened inside her. She caught her breath before taking the weed from him and pulling a heavy drag. 

Rafe helped her stand, but didn’t return her underwear. “But how am I supposed to—?”

“Carefully,” he responded simply, putting himself back in his trousers and plucking the joint back from her fingers. “And I just paid the cleaners for the party, so don’t make a mess. Goodnight!”

***

Knock knock. Kiara looked over from the Glee episode she’d put on to find Sarah at the doorway of the media room. Without waiting for her to say anything, she skipped in and plopped onto the couch next to her. “Of course you like this show.”

“Gonna assume that’s a jab at my musical inclinations,” Kiara muttered.

“Totally,” Sarah said, leaning over to cuddle with her friend. It was a bit much, a bit crowding as she basically pushed Kie to lie down and rested on her stomach. 

It’s possible Sarah wanted plausible deniability about her intentions, but it didn’t take a full musical number between Rachel and Finn before her hands were caressing Kie’s stomach and thighs. Sarah’s fingers slipped into the waistband of Kie’s shorts, pulling them down along with her underwear. Kiara sat up with her thighs pressed together nervously, doe-eyed and looking at the door leading downstairs. 

“Wait, wait, fuck! You can’t do this right now , w-what if someone comes up?” There was only one other person in the house, but it wasn’t anyone she particularly wanted to walk in on them. 

The dots connected immediately. “Rafe never comes up here. We’re fine. Lay back.”

Without waiting for a response— or for Kie to lay back— Sarah continued tugging down her friend’s soft shorts and panties until she was just left in her t-shirt. Her knees knocked together on instinct, but Sarah pushed them apart to make room for her shoulders. 

She was able to make herself very comfortable between Kiara’s legs despite having been there only once before, and nowhere near this close . Sarah brushed her fingers down her slit carefully as first, then spread her open to examine.

It was exposing, intimate, and Kiara slid her elbows back and turned her head to keep from looking at her. She could feel it all the same, anyways. 

Sarah licked her middle two fingers and rubbed her clit, enjoying the way Kie’s hips twitched. She ran her digits up and down the folds, and beamed when her friend’s hole started to drool. Her fingers reached her swollen nub and framed it, watching it twitch and pulse. “God, you’re so pretty. Y’know your pussy is gorgeous?”

Kiara didn’t answer, because Sarah pressed the tips of those two fingers against her entrance and eased them inside. The blonde watched, enraptured and smiling a little with her lip between her teeth. Kie gave up and fell back fully to stare up at the ceiling guiltily. 

It wasn’t until this moment that Kiara thought maybe she shouldn’t be doing this. Not wanting to fuck the same girl as your brother was a pretty valid dealbreaker. Rafe was already aware of her and Sarah, but the opposite wasn’t true. At least… she didn’t think it was. 

Sarah’s mouth moved higher, kissing a trail up Kiara’s chest. Her lips latched onto one of her nipples, sucking and biting until Kie’s head fell back with a moan. Her fingers pumped and scissored into her hole, easily finding her G-spot while she sucked marks into her chest. The sensations were a heady mix of pain and pleasure that left her gasping for more.

Returning back to level herself with Kiara’s pussy, Sarah spread her friend’s cunt again to spit right on her pulsing clit. Kie gasped but had no more time to react before Sarah kissed the bud and sucked it into her mouth, all the while still using her fingers to stroke her G-spot. 

Kie sat up on her elbows, partially to see better and partially to get a better angle grinding her cunt against Sarah’s mouth. The blonde was patient, letting her friend use her tongue to make herself cum, but her fingers dug into Kiara’s thighs possessively. 

She gasped and bucked her hips as Sarah ate, biting her lips to keep quiet and raking her fingers through her hair. It allowed for more control as the soft pad of Sarah’s tongue pushed her over the edge. 

“Fuck, I’m cumming—” Kiara blurted and her body tensed up. Pleasure washed through her body in electric sparks and Kie pulled her friend’s hair a little. 

The afterglow of her intense orgasm was soured when the sound of Rafe’s voice came echoing up the stairs along with his footsteps. Sarah jumped up to the other armrest and Kiara grabbed the throw from the back of the couch to drape over the half-clothed body.

“Goddamn it, kid, I’m not gonna let you use my car again if you can’t put the fuckin’ k—”

Rafe reached the top of the stairs and turned into the theater, arms reaching up to rest on the top of the door frame. He paused mid-sentence to observe the situation, but let it slide without comment. Just a knowing smirk. 

“Have you seen my keys?”

“I told you, they’re in the bowl near the front door,” Sarah explained, breathless from getting her friend off (and the adrenaline rush of being caught doing so).

“I checked. You lie.”

They bickered back and forth until Sarah finally conceded to help him look. Before leaving, she turned back to a wide-eyed Kiara, who had been awkwardly trying to return to some normal state in the midst of it. “Wait here. I’ll be back.”

And for some fuckin’ reason, she did. 

***

“Hey, Kie!”

Rafe called to her as she walked down the hallway. He motioned for her to join him when she turned back, then slipped back into his bedroom to wait. 

Kiara looked behind her, as though the person to whom he was actually speaking would appear, but found only an empty hall. So she followed after him. 

His bedroom was neatly made and smelling of body wash. This—along with his wet hair, the steam coming from his bathroom, the boxers sitting low on his hips—confirmed she’d just missed him coming out of the shower. He gestured towards the bathroom and she followed, mind empty and pliable. 

The fog in Rafe’s bathroom was still thick, clinging to smooth surfaces, beading up, dripping onto the floor. Kie was just glad she’d braided her hair that morning. The fan above whirred noisily but did little to clear out the room. 

“What do you ne—?”

Realistically, she should’ve known he didn’t need anything. This is Rafe, after all, a man with more access and control than a man his age should possess, and what could Kiara give him that he couldn’t acquire elsewhere? No, he called her in because he wanted something.

He hardly acknowledged her when she joined him in the bathroom, merely beckoning her to stand in front of him. A large hand landed on the top of her skull, pushing down until her knees buckled and she dropped to the plush mat below. Without letting go of her head, his other hand reached up to pull down his boxers, letting his semi-hard cock spring free. 

Still unspeaking, Rafe extended his hand, taking her own and wrapping it around himself. The sheer audacity of every move, the manipulation of her body without even stopping to ask, the way he was already using his hold on her skull to guide her forwards—

It really turned her on. Her mouth fell open, not of disbelief, but to let him slide the smooth head of his cock onto her waiting tongue. Her lips closed around him, sucking on the tip and looking up at him for approval. 

He gave none because he expected nothing less than her complete compliance; Rafe’s eyes were drooped, jaw a little slacked, hair still dripping onto her and the floor around her. 

Everything Rafe did was in the name of dominating her. A hand rested on her head, not to push her further down his cock but to keep her down on her knees, as if she would dare to stand up. He gently rocked his hips forward and he held onto the edge of the sink for balance. 

“Fuck yeah, just like that,” he cooed, the first thing he’d said since calling her over. 

Her mouth stretched to accommodate him. It was no easier than fitting him inside her cunt, but he appreciated the effort as he rapidly approached an orgasm. 

“Where do you want it?” A silly question, especially when Kie’s lips were wrapped around his shaft. What did he expect from her?

She was resourceful, though, and fluttered her eyes shut. Kiara pushed down to the base of Rafe’s cock— or, as much as she could take— and pressed her tongue against the underside. A perfectly acceptable answer, in his eyes. 

Rafe’s hands gripped the counter behind him and he groaned, canting his hips forward to slip just a little further inside. His cock twitched and he gasped as he came down her throat. Kie was insatiable, sucking and swallowing until he trembled and pulled her head off with a wet pop . A thick, heavy string of spit connected her tongue to his cock, and when it broke to drip on her, it was still warm. 

“Fuckin’ amazing. See you downstairs.” He pulled his boxers back up and grabbed a pair of shorts from his room, then left her alone in the foggy bathroom to recover. 

Kiara stumbled out of Rafe’s bedroom, and she didn’t even care enough to make sure no one was watching her.

She intended on going downstairs to find something to do, but instead went back to the guest room where she slept. Her phone was still charging on her nightstand— she unplugged it and opened the phone app to make a quick call.