True to his plan, Kelly came around weeks later, expecting Clinton to have "calmed down" by then. He had initially planned to stay away for a "couple" of weeks but two weeks turned into over two months. Things just got so busy with football, (his secret wrestling training) and school that he couldn't get in contact with her. It didn't stop him from thinking about her every day though.

Finally one Saturday he drove up to the house surprised to see another car parked in the driveway. It was a slick little sports car, silver color. Someone was leaning up against it, checking his watch. Kelly got out of the car to see who this was. As he approached the kid, he recognized him immediately. Elijah Bolivar. He was five eight at the most, skinny, yet you could tell the kid worked out. He wore a sleeveless shirt that showed his little defined arms.

"Cute," Kelly thought. The kid's longish hair was done in designer cornrow braids that went back and a little past his shoulders. He was dark, or more like a translucent cinnamon complexion with a neat little goatee, and big brown eyes with long lashes. He looked like a pretty boy right out of a Pop R&B boy band. Kelly snickered when he saw the diamond stud in his ear. This dude was so not Clinton's type.

"Hey," Kelly said, "What's up?"

The kid looked him up and down, "Yo, Kelly, what's good?" The boy extended a hand and Kelly took it. "You're a legend at Briarwood, nice to finally meet you. I've been asking Clinton where you been at."

"Around," Kelly said looking up at the house, "You waiting on her?"

"Yeah, you know how females are," he said, something in his pocket made noise. He reached in and pulled out his phone, one of those sidekick deals.

"Yo," he said answering the phone. Kelly notice how he didn't even excuse himself. "Yeah, aight. Well hit me up. Two way me. Yeah.I could swing that.uh huh."

Kelly finished examining the boy as he spoke on the phone. Baggy jeans, crisp white sneakers, platinum jewelry. He really didn't like this whole kid's presence. He seemed like he was trying to damned hard to be cool.

"Yeah I'm just waiting on this chick," he said, "Let me go aight? Yeah. Aight." He hung up. "Damn, what's taking her so long?" He said actually using his phone again. He nodded at Kelly, "I'm hitting up her cell.Hey." suddenly his tone changed, it got louder and snappish, "I'm saying I've been waiting come on you know I hate that shit. Hurry up yo." He hung up. "Chicks." He smiled at Kelly.

Kelly clenched his fists, about to say something as Clinton finally came out of the house. She looked.good. She had a new hair cut, shorter bangs. She wore big dangly earrings, a shirt that went off of the shoulders, a short, but not too short denim skirt and sneakers.

"Hey," she said waving at him, not seeing Kelly at first as she walked over to Elijah.

Elijah rested on the car, not even stirring. She gave him a kiss on the cheek. That's when she noticed Kelly standing off to the side of him.

"Hi Clinton," Kelly said.

"What's up." She nodded towards him, "You ready to go?" she said to Elijah.

"Been ready, damn. I told you about always making me late right?" He sucked his teeth and opened the door to his car. "Peace out yo," he said to Kelly as he got in.

Clinton glanced at Kelly, almost seeming embarrassed. However she shrugged this off as she walked around to get in the car. Elijah was honking the horn, "Yo, come on!"

"Okay!" she snapped finally getting in. Kelly watched as the drove off. He was taking deep breaths to calm himself down.

As he entered the house Gretchen practically jumped on him, "Kelly!"

"Hey," he said returning her embrace with a half-hearted pat on the back. "What's up?"

"Nothing, hey," She said with a hand on her hip. He noticed that she was wearing really short cut off sweatshorts and a tight tank top. "Did you hear about that party at Woolvery?"

"Isn't that the freshman dorm?" Kelly asked sitting down on the couch.

"I never see you around campus, where you be at?" She giggled sitting down close to him.

"Around." Kelly really couldn't focus on their conversation. He was too busy thinking about Clinton with that punk.

"We used to be so TIGHT, when I came here," Gretchen said touching his thigh, "Now we barely see each other. We should hang out you know?"

"Umm hmm." Kelly said staring into space.

"The way you and Clinton do. I mean used to." She said, pulling her knees up on the couch to face him as she touched his shoulder.

He snapped out of his own thoughts once he heard her name, "Clinton? You know she just left right?"

"Yeah, she's going out with her new man." Gretchen laughed. "Finally, she's got a boyfriend," she said twirling her hair around her finger.

"He's her boyfriend now?"

"You might as well say it. They see each other like every day almost and are always on the phone."

"What do you think about him," Kelly turned to look at Gretchen.

"Well, he's hot." Gretchen said, "All the girls sweat him.he's so cute."

"Girls?"

"Girls are always flocking to him.always. He can't get rid of them. He can't help it, that's just what they do. They're always around him and stuff."

"Around him how?"

"Clinton says she always sees some girl trying to push all up on him in school, but she doesn't say anything about it because it doesn't bother her."

"It doesn't?"

"Well," Gretchen said touching his arm, "Between me and you it probably bothers her a lot. But she can't do anything about it. It's not like her pride is going to let her say anything. Plus, he's not the type you can just tell what to do you know?"

"Hmm." he said thinking about this. Elijah was probably a slick undercover player.

"Oh! But guess what, I'm thinking about pledging Omega Zeta Phi!" She said excitedly as she bounced on the couch.

"So how does he treat her?" Kelly said completely ignoring Gretchen. "Because out side he was kind of a prick."

"Oh, he's just impatient. He hates waiting. That's a big thing with him."

"It doesn't take Clinton long to get ready."

"Well he just likes setting her straight. That's just the kind of guy he is." Gretchen shrugged. "I've dated his type before."

"You have?"

"Yeah, they can be kind of mean, but that's how you know they care about you. I mean he just wouldn't act that way if he didn't."

Kelly's face changed. Gretchen could see that the spark went out of his blue eyes.

"You alright?"

"Does he treat her badly?"

"Well, I've heard her crying a few times but she's been doing that lately anyway on the low though, like she don't want anyone to know. I mean she rarely cries I think it's a pride thing. So when I heard it I was like, 'what?', know what I mean?"

"She cries?"

"Yeah, but she's been doing that old sniffling sad thing since this summer. I wonder what happened." Gretchen said, looking toward the ceiling as if she were trying to really think. "Maybe someone finally popped that cherry," she laughed.

Kelly huffed, "You don't know what you're talking about Gretchen."

"I mean yeah, think about it. She's been acting weird. That's probably why you don't chill with her anymore. Maybe she met up with someone and lost her virginity. You never know. She has been looking cuter. Elijah scooped her. So you KNOW someone has to be looking. And sex is a very emotional thing for someone like Clinton. She tries to act all tough, but she's very sensitive. You always have to baby her."

Kelly leaned forward and rubbed his chin.

"And speaking of Elijah, if you ask me he's really not her type. He's actually more like my type.too bad he's still in high school." She said.

"Uh huh," Kelly stood up.

"Where are you going? Stick around. August is gonna barbeque."

Kelly thought about this. He wanted to talk to Clinton. This would give him the perfect excuse to wait around for her.

"Yeah, I am hungry," Kelly said. "I could use something to eat."

Hours later, Clinton finally arrived home. Kelly was dozing on the couch in the living room waiting for her. Nora and August had gone to bed and Gretchen had gone out partying, as usual.

Clinton saw him dozing on the couch and quietly tried to head up the stairs.

"Clint." She heard him say. She cursed under her breath and answered, "What's up?"

"Can we talk?"

"I'm kind of tired."

He stood up and walked toward the stairs where she was standing, "I just want to talk to you. I'm not trying to 'hang out'" he mimicked quotation marks with his hands. "I know you're against that. You'd rather hang out with other types of people now."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Word on the street is that the dude you hanging out with is a straight asshole."

"You don't know him."

"He's not your type. I know that."

"Kelly, I just don't get you," she said throwing up her hands.

"I'm looking out for you."

"Why?" She said crossing her arms.

"'Cause I want to."

"Listen you don't have to pull this 'big brother' routine okay? I'm fine. I'm not just acting out 'cause you don't love me." She said staring directly into his eyes.

"You believe that? You actually believe that?"

"I don't need any extra special attention. Stop feeling bad about me Kelly," she shook her head. "So you kissed me," she nearly whispered, "so you felt me up, and messed around with me. It didn't mean anything right? Plus I asked you to do it to me the second time so don't feel guilty."

"So now, it means nothing?" Kelly scoffed and nodded his head. "Okay, bet."

"What is it supposed to mean?" Clinton asked.

"Nothing. You know what, you're right." He said backing up, "I'm just warning you to be careful."

"I know everything I need to know."

"Okay, fine. Have it your way." Kelly said as he turned around.

"What do you mean 'have it my way'?"

"Just remember, you're the one who's shutting me out okay?"

"Fine, why don't YOU remember that. That way you won't feel guilty anymore. You know like the last time when you cut me off?"

"And I came back right?" Kelly said, holding his arms open.

"You think you control everything, that's your problem."

"Clinton you're hilarious," he said laughing. "You have no idea what you're talking about."

"You're right," Clinton said, not liking being mocked. "So maybe I should stop talking."

She bounded up the stairs leaving him in the dark.



"This is so exciting!" August said to his son as they sat down for one of their "Family Dinner Nights" with the rest of the family. This was so rare anymore, but August called one because he thought it was about time. Surprisingly, both Gretchen and Clinton were in attendance. "The San Fran, Cincinatti, Oakland and Dallas?" August said as he pat his son on the back talking about all of the NFL teams who were rumored to be interested in drafting him. "This is great!"

It was the end of the school year, Kelly was graduating and there were so many choices he had to make.

"Your mom wants you to stay on the west coast," August said as he sipped his wine, "But I feel good about Dallas."

"Of course you do," Nora said, "It's where you grew up."

"Too bad LA doesn't have a team." Gretchen said.

"If they did, I'm sure they'd be knocking on Kel's door," August smiled. "At least you've got choices son."

"Yeah," Kelly shrugged, "too many." No matter how excited his father seemed, Kelly couldn't shake this sense of self-doubt and anxiety. He had no idea if he were doing the right thing or not. And he literally hadn't spoken to Clinton in months-this did nothing to help matters. She was always the person he could turn to when he needed to sort things out. Along with the almost guaranteed draft was the offer to go to OVW. He knew a trainer there who told him, "We'll take you if you want the opportunity, but the folks at the top don't like to be dicked around. I hope you make a decision quickly."

Meanwhile Clinton got an offer from Sacramento State to play on scholarship. She also got into UCLA. Her mother didn't care where she went as long as it was close to Beverly Hills. On the other hand, she also got into her once "dream school" Cooper Union.

Gretchen didn't have any choices to make, except for not flunking out of school. She'd been trying to hide her drinking and partying from her mother in order to try to get on campus by next semester. She wanted to pledge for sororities. She had planned on pledging for one earlier in the year, the same one her friends Tracey and Lisa were in, but realized that if she had gotten in that there was no way her mother would let her live out of the house with the sorority sisters, so she had to clean up her act, or at least appear clean. Nora was still watching her though, clocking her, having arguments about what she wore and what time she came in at night. It was a struggle. All Gretchen wanted to do was keep up with her friends who did whatever they wanted to do, when they wanted to do it. She knew if she lived with her Dad that she could have that freedom, but there was no way she was going to build her friend base back up in New York anytime soon. New York was different. Either you knew people or you didn't.

In the meantime she had been trying to get closer to Kelly, but nothing she tried had worked. She wanted to make Clinton jealous by hanging out with him, but he remained distant. Deep down she wanted to get Kelly's approval and wondered why he cared so much about Clinton while he cared so little about her.

"Seems like everyone is graduating this year," Nora said stroking Clinton's hair. Clinton remained quiet as she put a forkful of food in her mouth.

"Hey," Gretchen pouted, "I'm going on to my second year."

"Barely," Nora said. "You haven't been going to that Biology tutor I got you have you?"

"Sure," Gretchen said looking down at her plate, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know why , but she's been telling me you ditched the last two sessions." Nora said.

Gretchen looked around the table, "Do we have to talk about this here?"

"When else are we going to talk about it? You're never around. And I've been meaning to talk to you about that," Nora said.

"You always want to embarrass me!" Gretchen yelled. "What about Clinton!"

"What about me?" Clinton smirked.

"She loves you more." Gretchen said.

"Grow up," Clinton said getting up from the table and grabbing her empty plate.

"Where are you going?" Nora asked.

"I'm meeting Eli, he's picking me up. He hates when I take too long." Clinton scraped her table scraps into the garbage disposal.

Kelly tried not to react.

"Well he should get with someone else then." Gretchen muttered.

"What did you say?" Clinton turned around.

"Girls," Nora eyed both of them.

"I said he should get someone else. Why would he waste his time with you anyway?"

"Make up your mind Gretchen. One minute you love me the next you hate me." Clinton said putting her plate in the sink. "What's your deal? I know what it is. Whenever you don't get the attention you want you act stupid. And why do you keep bringing up Eli? Are you mad because you don't have a boyfriend? You know he is a bit too young for you."

"If I wanted one I could have one," Gretchen said twisting her neck, "Hell, I could have two."

"But you don't even have one "

"Well if I did he wouldn't be cheating on me with Tiffany Davis."

Everyone became silent.

Clinton's eyes narrowed. She opened her mouth to say something but then closed it again.

"What? What you got to say to that?"

"You spend too much time in high schoolers' business. And you STILL get your facts wrong!" Clinton said storming off.

Gretchen smiled seeming smug with herself, "I tried to tell her, but she wouldn't listen."

"He's cheating on her?" Kelly asked, his ears reddening.

"My sources saw him over her house, late at night a few times.but maybe he wouldn't be if Clinton were giving it up."

"GRETCHEN!" Nora yelled slamming her fork down on the china. "You shut your mouth!"

"But Mom."

"I don't know what's gotten into you since you've gotten here. But you've completely lost your mind. And I haven't been acknowledging this like I should have."

Gretchen looked around, "You're embarrassing me!"

"I should slap your face you ungrateful child! You're just a baby. You run around in tight short clothes and hang around with fast assed little girls and drink and smoke and party all night long.and I foot the bill? Not to mention your college tuition, which is a WASTE since you don't use any knowledge you've gained."

Kelly wanted to tell Nora that word around campus is that she gave "knowledge" if anything.

Gretchen's bottom lip began to quiver.

"You need to do something to change your life Gretchen," Nora said, her tone softening. "Being catty toward your sister is not helping."

"You're always sweating Clinton like she's the best thing ever!" Gretchen whined, "But what about me? You don't hug me or stroke my hair or ask me what's wrong."

"You don't remember when I used to do those things do you?" Nora asked. "All you remember is the bad. And why? Because all you're concerned with is hitting the damned streets of Los Angeles. Well I'm not going to have this anymore Gretchen."

Gretchen stood up and nearly flung her chair onto the floor. She stomped out of the kitchen with an ugly look on her face.

Kelly rested his head in his hands. The siblings in the Wilson-Phillips clan were falling apart, and he didn't know why. It was best that he didn't think of them as a "clan", it was best as he continued to think of himself as just August's son.



"What are you so down for dude?" Trevon yelled over the music. He and Kelly were standing right next to the speakers at a graduation party Trevon threw for his fellow teammates. Kelly seemed unenergetic and low-key all night. "What's eating you?"

"Nothing man, just thinking about a lot of stuff."

"Oh like the way you have four NFL teams fighting over you? Poor guy," Trevon mocked, "Look kid, your future's so bright your gonna need shades."

"That was corny Tre."

"Say it isn't true. Just say it isn't," Trevon said. "Come on, everything will work out."

"How do you know that?" Kelly looked at his friend, "Y'all keep saying I'll be alright 'cause I have choices. But that's exactly what's fucking me up." Kelly leaned into his friend's earshot so that he could hear him.

"Listen, what do you want for yourself in the future? Let's say five years from now, where do you want to be?" Trevon yelled.

He thought about this. Immediately he saw Clinton's face. How would she figure in? The next thing he imagined scared him. He imagined coming home to his house, walking through the door, and seeing her run towards him with a smile as he lifted her into his arms. He'd say, "I missed you baby," and she'd kiss him and ask, "So what do you want for dinner?"

Kelly shook his head, "The one thing I want I can't have." he said in a normal tone. So regular Trevon didn't hear him.

"What?"

"I'm going to get another beer," Kelly said as he walked away from his well meaning friend. He had been drinking steadily all night, trying not to think of the things that had been plaguing his mind lately. NFL or OVW? Clinton or no Clinton? As for the latter, he had to decide if he wanted to keep on trying to be in her life or not though it was obvious she was pushing him away. Even though it seemed she didn't want him around, he just didn't feel right not being on at least speaking terms with her. He kept telling himself to just keep his distance, and that this would be the right thing to do, but he kept wanting to be near her, like a moth to a flame. Why? Being near her just hurt his heart anyway. She didn't know how he really felt about her, and even if she had a clue, she had to know by now that he couldn't handle it. It didn't matter though. She had moved on. Even if there were a way they could be together, she was over him.

He'd stood around making idle conversation with girls who were trying to pick him up for the night as he kept drinking and drinking. He didn't mind the conversation or the attention he got from these oh so obvious females, but he didn't feel like taking any of them home that night.

"Hey," his other teammate Greg came up to him, "Your stepsister just left,"

"What?" Kelly nearly jumped out of his chair, away from the girl he was talking to.

"Yeah she's so hot dude, when are you gonna hook it up?"

"Yo, watch your mouth Greg," Kelly said remembering the remarks he had made about Clinton once.

"Be easy dude," Greg said running his hands through his longish blonde hair, "It's not like she's one of those 'good girls' anyway? Why you cock blocking?"

Kelly began to laugh to himself, "You talking about Gretchen?"

"Hell yeah, when she came in she was already tore up man. I would've kicked it to her but she didn't stick around. Damn.she looks JUST like Christina Milian."

"Your sister is Christina Milian?" his conversation companion yelled over to Kelly.

"No," Kelly said and then turned back to Greg, "Is she okay?"

"I don't know, seemed like it. She was all loud and shit, dancing with her girlfriends. Maybe she was looking to say hi to you or something."

Kelly shrugged, "Maybe."

A couple of hours later Kelly found himself making out with one of the girls he had met at the party. They were in one of the bedrooms in the house. He didn't even know what he was doing. He was so drunk and just got tired of fighting back. For some reason it seemed like every girl was hitting on him. There was nothing special about the last girl who did-it's just that he felt worn down by the ten other girls who were trying to touch and feel on him all night.

"You have a condom?" The redhead whispered into his ear.

"Shit," he said. "Baby, I'm sorry. I can't. I'm just too fucking drunk." The truth also was that he just didn't feel like it, whether he was drunk or not.

"Oh," She said disappointed, jumping up from off of the bed and fixing her clothes.

He started to feel dizzy, "Shit, where you going?" he said, his words slurring.

"I'm out okay. You wasted my time."

"I'm sorry." Kelly said sprawling out on the bed, "But if you see Tre, tell him I need him."

She scoffed, "How queer is that? You won't fuck me but you want me to send a dude in because you 'need' him? Whatever." She said as she left.

Kelly lay face down on the bed with his eyes closed, the music and noise outside creating a white noise in his head. It was almost soothing, but the dizziness he felt was making him sick.

Perhaps the smart pissed off redhead actually did find Trevon, because he came into the room about twenty minutes later.

"Dude, you okay?"

"Nah man. I'm fucked up. I can't stay here," Kelly said sitting up in the bed.

"Alright man, I'm gonna call you a cab. Come on," Trevon helped his friend up off the bed.

Ten minutes later Kelly found himself in a cab. He didn't know that Trevon gave the driver his father's address. Trevon figured there would be someone there to look after him since Kelly was totally wasted.

When Kelly finally got home, he stumbled out of the cab, barely making it to the front door before he got the dry heaves. "What's wrong with me?" He said out loud, "I can usually hold my liquor." he said not realizing that on top of the many beers he consumed, he'd also had hard liquor too.

Once he got into the dark and quiet house, he made his way to his old bedroom slowly. "Yes," he said when he fell down onto his bed. He didn't even think about the fact that Clinton could be home. He was just happy to be resting.

A few minutes later, someone wobbled in, "Kelly?"

The light from the hallway hurt his eyes as the door opened, "What?"

"It's me," Gretchen said. She was still wearing her party gear, which included a black halter-top and a short mini skirt. She held her heels in her hand. "I just got home. I saw your stuff on the floor in the living room," her words slurred a little as she hobbled over to the bed.

"Ummm." He groaned, only half aware of this conversation. She flopped down on the bed and laughed, "Yeah, I'm fucked up too. Where were you, I was looking for you earlier?"

"Ummm." is all he grunted again. Apparently she was less drunker than he was because she could at least put together coherent sentences.

Kelly lay on his back, eyes closed as she sat down next to him, cross-legged style, her short skirt high over her hips. "Kelly, I missed you so much." Gretchen whispered.

He patted her on the thigh for reassurance, but never removed his hand. Gretchen took this as a sign even though he'd really just blacked out. She began to get excited. She lay down next to him, her face facing his. She could smell the heady aroma of all of the alcohol he consumed on his breath, but she didn't mind. She began to stroke his face. "Oh Kelly," she said, kissing his lips. He didn't respond but she kept kissing on his lips and face. She felt so horny right now. The fact that she was doing this to someone considered off limits turned her on. The fact that he couldn't push her off or reject her was even better.

Soon Clinton was bent over him at the foot of the bed, her ass in the air and her little red panties showing as she unbuckled his pants and reached inside of his boxers for his cock. She gasped realizing it was semi-hard and way bigger than she expected. She really was turned on now.

She took his cock in her mouth and slowly began to suck it. Just doing this made her hot. She reached between her legs and into her panties and began to stroke her clit as she did this. He began to get harder and harder in her mouth. She moaned, smug in the fact that she could give a man an erection even as he lay passed out.

What she didn't know is what Kelly dreamed about. Of course it was Clinton. He had a dream about them being in that cabin in the woods. Instead of him using his tongue to make her cum, he dreamed about being inside of her for the first time and how wet and tight she'd be, and how she'd whimper out his name and look into his eyes as if he were the only thing that mattered. She felt so good. Little did he know it was Gretchen's mouth that was making him feel that way.

By now he was rock hard, and Gretchen was slurping and sucking on his big erect white cock as if it were a lollipop.

When Kelly came to, his eyes widened at the sight of Gretchen sucking his dick. He wondered if it was a dream but it felt too real. "Gretchen." he tried to mumble, his mouth extremely dry. He was trying to tell her to stop but it felt so good.

When Kelly awoke and didn't push her away or tell her to stop, and she saw the pleasure in his eyes, she was even more motivated to please him. She began to bob her head up and down, slurping and slobbering and running her tongue over his knob.

"Shit," Kelly said placing a hand over his face. She was just too skilled. She was about to bring him to the edge.



Clinton sat outside of her house in Elijah's car. He had his hand on her thigh and his arm around her shoulder. "I'm just saying, why don't you think about it?"

"I will think about it," Clinton said nervously. The senior prom was coming up and once Elijah found out she was a virgin, he begged to take her virginity.

"It'll be special.right?" He said stroking her hair, "You know you're my special girl."

She remembered what Kelly said. Never let a man go there with you unless he wanted to please you.

"Do you think I'm beautiful?"

"Hell yeah, you're one of the finest girls I've ever met. And you have a head on your shoulders. You're different from all those Briarwood chicks.rich, stupid, ready to ho in a minute. I really like you."

"Well are you willing to.to please me?" She looked at him from hooded eyes.

He smiled, pulling off his shades, "Of course, I'll make you feel so good," he said rubbing her thigh. "Just let me."

"Well you don't love me right?" She asked even while knowing that she didn't exactly love him either.

"I wanna share something with you that's beautiful, I want to be the first."

For the first time in a long time he was actually speaking to her like a human being instead of rolling his eyes and sucking his teeth at her like all she could do was make mistakes.

"So then what's up with Tiffany Davis?" She said, asking him about the rumor she heard.

"I'm through with her. We tried and it just didn't work. She's not my type."

"But I heard that-"

"What?" He said raising his voice, "You gonna listen to what you hear from strangers over me? Your man."

Clinton pressed her lips together to stay quiet. She didn't want to mess up the mood by making him angry.

"Look baby, it's next week.and I'm gonna treat you royal I swear. It's not gonna be that old 'limo and corsage' bullshit either."

"But I thought we were going to rent a limo with a bunch of our friends?" Clinton said. She was actually looking forward to having fun with her friends at the senior prom since she didn't get to go to her junior prom.

He ignored her, "Four star hotel suite, anything you want or need baby."

She gave him a kiss on the cheek, "I'll think about it," she said trying to get out of the car, but he grabbed her arm pulling her back.

"No, you leave when I say leave," he said, "come here," He pulled her close and began to kiss her, but differently from the kisses they had shared so far. This was more aggressive and involved his tongue. He used his to flick at hers the same way Kelly's tongue had flicked at her nipples. She became nervous and excited at the same time, but for some reason she pulled away. "I'm already past curfew," she said, "I got to go."

"Fine then," he said, "you the only girl I know who still has a curfew. Call me in the morning."

He sped off as she walked to her front door.



By now Gretchen was bobbing up and down on his dick with speed. The bedsprings croaked like crazy, her head moved up and down furiously, the way her mouth made explicit slurping noises on his dick, and he was almost there.

"Oh shit.yes.yessssss" he said his hand now on her head guiding it.

"Cum in my mouth." she demanded

Soon, he couldn't hold it anymore. He exploded inside her hot wet tight mouth.

"Uggggghhhh."

Gretchen caught whatever went into her mouth, plus licked up whatever spilled over on his shaft.

"You taste so good."

That's what Clinton heard as she made her way to her bedroom. It was Gretchen's voice. Now she was fucking people in the house? This had to stop. Gretchen made her way toward where she heard her sister's voice and realized it was coming from Kelly's old bedroom. She was guessing she didn't want to get caught in hers since it was the first place Nora patrolled every night.

But what she saw once she peeked through the partially opened door shocked her. She couldn't help but gasp. Her sister was hunched over Kelly, ass in the air and thighs spread wide with a huge wet spot on the crotch of her panties. Meanwhile, she was licking Kelly's dick.

"Your cum is good Kelly." She whispered.

He didn't say anything; he just lay back, his eyes staring at the ceiling.

Clinton thought she was going to be sick. In fact she was. As she turned quickly to run towards the bathroom, her purse swung and brushed the already partially opened door by mistake.

"What was that?" Kelly said sitting up, quickly sobering.

Gretchen looked behind her, "Nothing."

"I heard something."

"Kelly, do you wanna fuck for real now that you're up?"

Kelly jumped up off of the bed, tucking himself into his pants, "Are you crazy? What did you do to me?"

"What do you mean?"

"You did a bad thing.shit." he said realizing that though she initialized it, he let her finish. "I did a bad thing."

"I did everything. How were you supposed to stop me? I had all the power," Gretchen said as she turned over, trying to look sexy, "Now you're up and you have the power, how are you gonna use it?"

"Look, someone saw us, that door is open."

"I probably forgot to close it."

"You forgot?" Kelly frowned and then threw up his hands, "Great. Fucking great."

"Oh. But I see what you mean. It wasn't THAT much open as it is now. Maybe it's the wind."

Kelly stepped outside of the room carefully and walked down the hall. August and Nora's room was set away in its own separate wing, there was no sign that they had ventured forth from the corridor that led to this hallway from their room. Then, he checked Clinton's room. He slowly creaked open the door and looked inside. Then he sighed in relief. She wasn't there. She still wasn't home. He looked at his watch. It was almost three in the morning. What was she still doing out this late though?

That's when he heard it, retching and crying coming from the bathroom. His heart jumped, "Clinton?" He whispered.

He walked towards the bathroom and listened at the door. It sounded as if she were crying and vomiting all at once. What was wrong with her? Did she come home drunk too?

Soon Gretchen was behind him, "Hey."

Kelly jumped. She startled him. "Shhh! Gretchen, go sit down somewhere."

"I thought we were gonna."

He shushed her, "She's in there!" He glared at her.

"Oh, you're not thinking that she saw right? Poor thing, does she sound like she saw anything? She probably didn't. She probably was drinking. It was probably her first time and she got sick," Gretchen shrugged.

Kelly grabbed her shoulders, "Listen, you can't tell anyone what happened okay? It was wrong. It's never going to happen again. Nothing is going to happen between us," he whispered.

"Kelly you're hurting my arms." she whined.

"Pay attention," he said shaking her, "What did I just say?"

"Not to tell, get off." she shrugged out of his grip rubbing her arms. "Fine." She said, "You don't want your precious Clinton to think less of you, do you?"

He had no time to ask her what she meant by that, especially since they were right near the room Clinton was about to come out of any minute.

"I don't want anyone to know. You understand?"

He heard the toilet flush, and that's when he brushed past her to head to his room. He left Gretchen standing there. He wished that she would've gotten lost too, but he didn't have the time to tell her. He just didn't want to get caught standing there with Gretchen.

Clinton finally came out of the bathroom, her face red and wet. She was startled to see her sister in front of her. Gretchen could've sworn her fists were clenched, "What do you want?"

"To use the bathroom," is what Gretchen thought to say.

"You have your own bathroom in your room. This one in the hall is mine." Clinton sputtered as she wiped her face with her sleeve.

"Well I wasn't in my room, so get out of my way I have to go." Gretchen brushed past her sister and slammed the door.

"I bet she wasn't in her room alright," Clinton mumbled to herself.



Kelly's head throbbed later that morning. When he came downstairs he saw his father standing at the counter as he drunk a cup of coffee and Nora reading the paper at the table. They were wearing tennis gear. They must've been planning to go down to play tennis at the Braverton Club.

"Good morning son," August said to Kelly who slouched in his chair.

"Morning, Dad, Nora." He said leaning forward on the table. His head continued to pound.

"We didn't even know you were here, Kelly." Nora said, "Are you okay?"

"A little too much partying last night probably," August said slapping Kelly on the shoulder, "Right son?"

"Oww, yes. That's it."

"We're going to have brunch at the Club, and then play some tennis, you're welcome to come." Nora said.

Kelly squinted his eyes.

"I don't think he's up for it Nora." August said sipping his coffee. "Well, it's time for us to go, where's Gretchen?"

"Right here," Gretchen said as she entered the kitchen. Her crisp white tennis outfit consisted of a sleeveless polo, a pleated skirt and a visor with K-Swiss sneakers. She held a tennis racket, still in its sleeve. "Let's go."

Right as she said this Clinton walked into the kitchen wearing a big t-shirt and baggy pajama pants. She looked horrible. Tired, as if she'd been crying all night.

"Geez," even August said under his breath.

Kelly looked concerned. What happened? She was puking last night. Had that something to do with it?

"You look like hell." Gretchen told her sister who poured herself some juice. "Guess when you stay out late like that partying, it gets to you."

Clinton and Kelly both gave Gretchen an evil look. They both wondered why she had to start with Clinton unprovoked.

"Clinton, you were out all night?" Nora asked. Gretchen tried to hide the smirk on her face.

"I came in past curfew. I was gonna call you to tell you I was going to be late but I guess I forgot."

"Forgot how? What were you doing?" Nora craned her neck to get a good look at her daughter.

"I was just out late with Elijah. His friend had this party on Ventura so we went and I had a hard time getting him to leave." Clinton said sipping her juice. This whole time she had avoided both Kelly and her sister's gaze.

"Well why were you throwing up in the bathroom?" Gretchen asked.

Kelly's eyes rolled up in his head, "Gretchen." he said, sounding exasperated. Her head turned towards him. "What? She was crying too."

August asked, "What happened? Did something happen?"

"Well," Clinton said, "I saw something disgusting last night and I got really sick."

Kelly's stomach became queasy. He looked at Gretchen who seemed to understand to what it was that Clinton saw last night.

"What do you mean honey?" Nora asked as she got up to probe and pat her daughter.

"Maaaaaa!" Clinton whined, "Stop it!"

"You don't so hot," August said, "Maybe you're coming down with a bug. The last time I had a stomach thing, I couldn't smell or look at anything without wanting to vomit."

"That's probably it," Nora said feeling Clinton's forehead, "You want me to make you some soup?"

"Soup?" Gretchen said, "We are going to miss brunch! I woke up this early to prove something mother!"

"Prove what?" Nora asked as she held Clinton. "That you can party all night and still get up in the morning? You've been doing that for two years now."

"Just go with her," Clinton said, "I'm fine."

"Okay," Nora said, "But only if you're sure."

"Don't worry about me," Clinton said, surprising Nora by hugging her back. "Go. Please."

Even Kelly and August were seemed surprised. The sweeter she was to Nora and the more considerate she was to what Gretchen wanted made Kelly feel even worse. But Gretchen just felt more malicious. Even knowing that her sister saw she and Kelly last night didn't humble her. Kelly knew then that she was crazy at that point.

"If I were puking and crying all night, you would NOT believe me if I just said-"

"Gretchen please." August said. Never had he said a scolding word to either of the girls the entire time he knew them. He just let their mother deal, or in many cases, not deal with whatever was going on with them. But he was tired of Gretchen's antics for attention and he was weary of her jealousy of her sister. It was getting old. He knew Nora doted on Clinton a lot only because Clinton was the type you had to keep your eye on. She was quiet and didn't communicate her needs readily. Nora and her ex-husband had always just left the girl alone because they didn't know how to deal with her when she'd said, "get away". But Nora refused to give up on her, realizing how good of a kid she was especially compared to the troubles Gretchen suddenly came with. Gretchen, up until the point where she started acting out, had always gotten her mother's attentions because she constantly demanded it. And it's not like Nora paid any less attention to her now, it was just the kind of attention Gretchen didn't want. She wanted people to pat her on the head and say she was a good girl even when she was wrecking her life and taking advantage of her surroundings. Nora had gotten tired of that. She decided she needed to affect "tough love" and August agreed, though he tried to stay out of matters as much as possible.

"Your mom's coming so let's just go out to the car okay?"

Gretchen just stormed out of the kitchen.

"If you need me." Nora said.

"I'll call."

Nora gave Clinton a kiss on the forehead. "Kelly, if you want anything you can call too." Kelly nodded and then August and Nora left.

When they'd left Clinton took a huge breath and then left the kitchen. Kelly wanted to talk to her, but he didn't know what to say. What could he say? Instead he lay on the couch watching cartoons until he dozed off.

A few hours later Kelly awoken to cold water being splashed into his face. He jumped up coughing and spurting. When he opened his eyes he saw Clinton in front of him, her chest heaving and her facial expression a mixture of anger and fear as she held an empty cup.

Kelly coughed, "Clinton, what are you doing?"

"I-I don't know." She said. He noticed that she was dressed now. She wore jeans and a zippered soccer sweater that said "Brasil".

"You don't know?" He asked wiping his face, "Did you just throw that water on me?" He said pointing to himself.

"I don't know what came over me," she said. "I walked past the living room and I heard you snoring. It bothered me." She said still clenching the empty cup.

"Couldn't you have told me to stop?"

"The snoring didn't bother me itself," She said finally relaxing her body. "The fact that you could sit up there and sleep so peacefully pissed me off."

"Shit," Kelly said shaking his head, "I know what this is about. What you saw last night, wasn't what it looked like."

"Oh, my sister wasn't sucking your dick?" Clinton said shaking her head. "That's what it looked like."

"Listen, it's just that-"

"She said your cum tasted good. I heard that too. I mean I can't concur because I've never tasted it. You've tasted mine though."

Kelly looked at her confused, "Is that what you wanna do? You wanna get nasty Clinton?"

"No, that's what you want to do apparently. How long has this been going on?"

"What?"

"You messing around with my sister? Did you want her more than me? You would NEVER let me do that to you!"

"Hell no, why would you want to?" Kelly stood up, fanning his wet shirt. "I don't care about Gretchen okay? I only care about you."

"Well answer me anyway, how long have you been messing around with her?"

Kelly gave her a blank stare, "Oh man, you're really bugging."

"How long have you fucking around with her? Did you do the same thing with her that you did with me? Mess around with her head and her body and then tell her to get lost because you couldn't handle the guilt?" Clinton scoffed.

"NO!" Kelly's deep voice boomed throughout the entire house. "I never 'messed around' with her. She came on to me."

"And yet you'd hate it if I came on to you?" Clinton cocked her head to the side and folded her arms.

"What's this about anyway? You want to give me head too? Is that gonna make it all better?" Kelly started to unbuckle his pants, "Come on then, do it!"

"Okay," Clinton said starting to get on her knees.

"NO!" He pulled her back up, "Are you fucking crazy! What are you doing?"

She just stared at him, eyes glistening.

"I'm just doing what you want me to do."

"I don't want that."

"Well why are you letting my sister suck your dick!"

"I didn't let her, would you fucking listen!" Kelly was furious. He couldn't believe how frustrating this girl was. He started to explain but he couldn't let go of the fact that, "You were about to get on your fucking knees! What the fuck? How many other people you do that for? Please tell me you were fucking bluffing." He said slapping his fist into his hand.

She shrugged and swiftly walked into the kitchen. Kelly followed her. "Clinton, we got to decide what's really good between us. I don't understand this."

"I don't understand you! All this talk about how it's not right for you on and me to mess around and then you go and put your dick in my sister's face? Where else have you put it? Huh? What other holes?"

"You don't sound attractive right now."

"I'm not attractive to you anyway! I'm just something you did because you got horny."

"I didn't 'do' you, Clinton. I could never just 'do' you."

"Oh right, foreplay that I had to beg for. Right. Did she beg you too? She seems like she would." Clinton said throwing the plastic cup in the sink. "You know what, I bet she didn't even beg. Gretchen never has to." Clinton said shaking her head.

"What you saw was a mistake. Plain and simple. I was drunk. I got a cab here. I passed out on my bed. Next thing I know, she's finishing me off. I don't even remember her starting! If I were aware of what she was doing in the first place I would've stopped her."

Clinton rolled her eyes, "That shit just doesn't make sense."

"You don't believe me?"

"I don't know what to believe." Clinton looked down as she sat on a stool near the center island. Suddenly she began to sob. "I don't know what to do with these feelings I have Kelly." He started toward her but she held up a hand, "No, stay back. I don't need you to touch me again. I don't need you to hug me again. Everything you do or say confuses me. I hate it." She sobbed placing fists over her ear.

"Clinton," he said, his face softening. "I don't mean to hurt you. This is all my fault but I don't know how to make it go away.I try to ignore it but."

"You do a good job," She sniffed. "I just can't do a good job anymore."

"A good job of what?"

"Pretending that I don't care about you just because you don't care about me."

"I do, you know I do."

"No I don't." She sobbed. "You say you do but then act like you don't. I don't understand you. I can't deal with all these feelings it's making me crazy."

He sighed. He wanted to tell her that all he could think or dream about was her. But he couldn't. Wouldn't that just make things more complicated?

"I don't know what's going on with you," Clinton sniffled, "But I'm guessing you feel like you made a mistake with me. And that's okay. I just want you to know that I loved you so much." she cried. "You're the first man I ever loved besides my father. And I love you differently. At night I dream of you. I want to sleep in your t-shirt like that time in the cabin. And even before that, way before I turned seventeen, way before what we did on the beach, every time you came near me my heart fluttered."

Kelly looked down. His heart used to do the same thing only he didn't know what it was. He ignored it.

"I was so in love with you."

"You're not anymore?"

"I can't be. I'm cutting my feelings for you off." She said. "Because I can't live like this anymore. I don't want you to come around, trying to give me any little pep talks anymore, or trying to see how I'm feeling. I don't need you anymore." She said puffing out her chest, "You were my best friend but I don't need you around. I'll deal. So you do whatever it is that you want to do, with Gretchen or any other girl, because it's no longer on my heart," she said touching her chest. "After I saw you with her, and the way your face looked when she pleased you.it was easy to cut you off in my heart. That's why I cried all night. Because I decided to stop loving you. It felt like somebody died, Kelly." she whimpered, "It felt like I was losing a piece of myself. But now I see it's what I have to do." Clinton said.

Kelly was practically in tears, but he didn't let a single tear drop. She grabbed a piece of paper towel and wiped her face. She didn't notice that he was trying not to cry. "So that's it." She said, "Consider yourself, totally free."



Clinton was online in her room browsing at a site for prom dresses when she heard a voice behind her.

"You've should've looked months ago."

She turned around to find Gretchen sitting on her bed, still in her tennis outfit from earlier.

"What do you want?"

"I wanted to talk to you about something." Gretchen said unscrewing the bottle of water she held in her hand. "Listen I didn't mean to call you out about this morning. I just get out of hand sometimes. Especially when I see mom breathing all down your neck." She rolled her eyes. "I know you don't even like that, so why am I tripping?" She laughed as she took a sip of her water.

"Gretchen," Clinton said. "If anyone knows you I do. You're not apologizing you're covering your ass. You realized you spoke out of turn now that I know what you and Kelly were doing last night and you're worried."

Gretchen scoffed, "Whatever, it's his and my word against yours when it all comes down to it. I just wanted to make sure you didn't stir up any trouble."

"You're not worth it," Clinton said, turning back to her computer. "Now get up off of my bed before I have to burn the sheets."

"You know what, I try to be nice and this is how you treat me?"

"Do you see how you treat me?" Clinton said turning back around. "Are you serious?"

"Well you make me feel like shit!" Gretchen said. "Everyday you walk around like you're better than me when you're a big hypocrite yourself."

"I'm not a hypocrite. You're a hypocrite!" Clinton said raising her voice. "You don't know me."

"I'm your big sister, I DO know you."

"Well you're not a good role model for a big sister." Clinton shrugged.

"Remember when we first came here and I told you that there's a time and a place to start your battles?" Gretchen asked, "Well you've never listened to that. That was good advice."

"Good advice that you never listened to yourself," Clinton said. "I know you're older than me, and in some ways you are more mature than me, but in A LOT of ways, I'm way more mature than you are. And that's why mom's always on your ass about acting wild, and that's why she shows me so much affection. It don't take a genius to figure out what you need to do in order to get it again-stop being a sloppy whore and it'll be easy."

Gretchen gasped, "You're just jealous because you saw me giving your precious little Kelly head. It literally made you sick. You probably wish it were you who was doing it."

"Shut up Gretchen," Clinton said gritting her teeth.

"He tasted so good. Umm." Gretchen said licking her lips. "He loves my mouth. He came so hard." Gretchen smirked as she teased her sister.

"You're disgusting."

"And you're just mad because he won't hang out with you anymore. He's tired of GIRLS. He wants real WOMEN okay?" She said standing up, feeling pretty smug.

"Fuck you," said Clinton, on her feet.

"And you're jealous of me."

"You'd better shut up."

"Make me," Gretchen said thrusting her face forward and narrowing her eyes.

Clinton drew back and punched her sister in the face.

Gretchen held her face and squealed, "You bitch!" She pounced on Clinton, going for her neck. They fell onto the floor and Gretchen was on top of her sister, pinning her arms under her knees, "You think you're hot stuff because you have that big ass and you just got your tits.well you're nothing!" she said slapping Clinton and then squeezing and pulling her breasts as if she were going to rip them off of her. Clinton yelled in pain, "Ahh you crazy bitch!"

"I should rip your tits off!" Gretchen yelled, tearing and ripping Clinton's shirt until her bra was exposed. Gretchen continued to pull and squeeze at her sister's breasts painfully until in one swift movement Clinton gained leverage and threw her sister off of her.

"Uggh," Gretchen said rolling over on to the floor as Clinton stood up. While her sister was on her stomach Clinton stomped on Gretchen's ass with her bare foot. "So you're jealous of my ass?" Clinton said bending down and ripping off the girl's white pleated skirt, exposing a flimsy mesh thong.

"Ahh," Gretchen yelled as Clinton kept stomping and kicking her sister's ass cheeks, the flesh jiggling slightly.

Gretchen managed to turn around fast and kick Clinton in a stomach. As Clinton doubled over, she got to her feet and then grabbed Clinton's hair and swung her on to the bed.

"You think you're going to embarrass me by having me in nothing but my underwear?" Gretchen said. Her sneakers had come off during the fight, and she stood with one sock halfway on. As her sister tried to recover on the bed, Gretchen pulled her jeans off and threw them onto the floor. Her sister wore black cotton boy shorts to match her black cotton bra. She then began to punch her sister's thick thighs as she cried out in pain.

"Owwwwch! I'm gonna fuck you up!" Clinton screamed.

Then Gretchen flipped her sister over and pulled off the remaining cloth that was on her back. She didn't stop there. She pulled at Clinton's bra until it sunk into her skin and then ripped off, painfully snapping against her skin. Clinton was surprised at how strong her sister was. But she couldn't wait until she got her leverage again. She was going to kick her ass!

By now Clinton was just in her panties, her breasts were exposed and free. As she spun back around she kicked her sister right between her thighs right in the pussy.

Gretchen gasped and fell backwards onto the floor, holding her crotch. Clinton stood up, pulled her sister's hair, lifting her off of the floor and then continued to punch her in the stomach. "You. Fucking. Bitch!" She said, screaming each word on every punch. Then Clinton pulled her shirt over her head, and swung her into her desk where she bumped into it with her hip.

"Ahhhhh," Gretchen cried. It was the first tears cried during the fight. Clinton knew she was in control. She walked over to her sister, and grabbed her by her bra straps thrusting her against the wall, "What made you think you could mess with me?" Suddenly Clinton spit in her face. Gretchen squealed in disgust. "I'll fucking kill you!" She said, spitting back into her sister's face. Clinton slapped her hard and then ripped her flimsy bra off in one try. Then just for good measure, she ripped her sister's thong underwear clean off of her body.

There she stood in pain and completely naked. Clinton considered herself the winner as she punched her in the stomach one last time. "Now," She said pointing a finger at her older sister, "you don't ever fucking mess with me again."

As Clinton turned to walk away, she didn't count on a completely naked Gretchen jumping on her back as they fell onto the bed.

"Fuck you!" Gretchen yelled. She sat her bare ass and pussy on her sister's back while she faced her sister's feet.

"Get off of me! Get your stinky pussy off of me!"

Gretchen pulled Clinton's boy shorts deep into her ass until it was painful. Clinton cried out and Gretchen could tell there were tears behind her yell. Gretchen played with the girl's underwear making friction between her asscheeks and pussy lips with the fabric.

At first Clinton began to cry but the rubbing began to feel good. However, she still wanted this naked beast off of her back. She struggled to get Gretchen off, but Gretchen continued to hold on to her underwear. As Clinton bucked her panties served as Gretchen's reigns. She stayed in the saddle for as long as she could, feeling a surge of pleasure from all of this power. There was a mirror across from them she could see the contrast of her lighter skin on Clinton's honey brown skin. She could see the way Clinton's panties were all up in her ass and pussy. For some reason this turned her on though she wouldn't let Clinton know it.

Finally Clinton's panties ripped off of her ass. There was no longer a way for her to hold on to her sister's writhing body, but she took advantage of this position. She began to pound and slap her sister's ass with her fists and fingers.

"Ow that stings!"

"It's supposed to bitch!" Gretchen yelled back until Clinton managed to flip her off of her back. Even though Clinton had flipped Gretchen off, Gretchen gained an advantage through speed, and before Clinton knew it Gretchen was on top her own naked body, her torso positioned between her legs, her hands pinned by her hands.

"You stupid bitch! I have the power! I'm sexier than you! I'm a REAL fucking woman!" Gretchen screamed. She was absolutely berserk, Clinton thought, beginning for the first time to actually fear her sister.

Gretchen bent down and did the unthinkable: she bit one of Clinton's nipples.

"Aaaaaaghhh!"

"Say I'm the queen! Say it bitch!" Gretchen shrieked, bending down to bite each of Clinton's nipples, pinching them between her teeth.

When she saw tears in her sister's eyes, she knew she wanted to completely dominate her. She felt their bare pussies touch. She knew what she was going to do. She was going to rape her sister.

"I'm gonna fucking take your power away so you know what it feels like." Gretchen said as she began to hump her sister."

"Ahh, what are you doing?" Clinton yelled.

But Gretchen was a mad woman as she thrusted her pussy on top of her sister's, her clit rubbing against her sister's pussy. The more Clinton struggled beneath her, the more pleasurable it was for Gretchen, who fucked her sister hard. It was to the point where Clinton didn't even struggle anymore. Gretchen let go of her hands and continued to bump pussies with her sister. She was the one on top and with all of the power.

"Ahhh, shit!" Gretchen yelled as she came. Clinton gasped as she watched her sister's eyes roll into the back of her head and felt her body convulse on top of hers. Soon Gretchen rolled over gasping. "There," she said, "That's one thing your big sister has over you. And don't you forget it!"

Gretchen gathered up her ripped things and went to her room to take a shower.

Clinton could not believe what just happened. She was totally humiliated and used by her sister. She just couldn't let her win like that.

Later on when Gretchen was fast asleep, Clinton crept into her room in her bathrobe.

"Now It's payback bitch," Clinton said, shrugging off the robe. She was completely naked.

Before Gretchen could figure out what hit her, Clinton's ass was on her face. "Take that!" Clinton hissed, squatting over her sister's face as she faced her feet.

"Ahhhgghhh" came Gretchen's muffled cries.

"Now I'm going to suffocate you with my big ass since you hate it so much," Clinton said, rubbing her pussy all over her sister's face. She laughed, lifting her ass up, about to leave when Gretchen did something she didn't expect. She stopped fighting Clinton and merely just held her hips as her tongue lifted up to wriggle between Clinton's pussy lips.

Clinton, riled up from all of the anger and physicality they'd experienced earlier, was instantly turned on. She didn't fight her sister who ate her pussy out from the back, fucking her with her tongue and sucking on her clit. Clinton bent over, sticking her ass out so that her sister could get better access. She didn't realize that she was facing Gretchen's panty covered crotch. They were in the sixty-nine position. Though Clinton didn't fully know how to take advantage of this position, she placed her face right between her sister's thighs and rested it on Gretchen's panty clad crotch.

"Ahhh ahhha ahhhhhhaahhh!" Clinton groaned into her sister's panty covered pussy. She was cumming.

When she was done, she rolled over and faced her sister, grabbing her face. "Just remember, in the end, I won." She let it go and then left the bedroom.

Gretchen held her sore face. It did feel as if she had submitted to her sister. Even though she took an orgasm by using her body earlier, she gave her one voluntarily. She didn't mean to, Clinton caught her off guard.

Clinton did win. And it totally pissed her off.

The next day, and in the days after that Clinton did not have to worry about being bothered by Gretchen. In fact, they were both embarrassed by their behavior.



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