"This is your house?" Kyle looked up at Malcolm in awe. "Cool!" he kicked off his shoes and tossed his shirt and trousers in the corner laying on the couch in only socks and boxers. "Can I sleep here?" Malcolm tried to persuade him to climb into bed and He'd take the couch, but Kyle firmly refused, stating that the couch was comfortable and he called it. So with a shrug Malcolm also threw his shirt and pants into the hamper and climbed in as I pulled on some pajamas and laid down next to him.
"Mom warned me that if I ever had a boyfriend and gotten myself pregnant I'd be done for. Good thing for me that Malcolm was like a brother.
Rolling over in the night I woke in his embrace. I looked at him trying not to wake him, to find he was lazily smiling at me. "Did I wake you?" I asked as I stretched out. Glancing at the clock the harsh numbers read out midnight.
"No, I thought I had woken you." We just kind of stared at one another. Slowly he bent his head down to mine.
'So much for like a brother!' I thought. Gently he placed a kiss on my lips. We made out for a while softly. Ever so slightly the kiss became passionate and turned rough. Malcolm rolled us, so I was under him. He began to rock his hips into mine creating a wonderful friction.
"I don't have anything." I stated breathlessly.
"No need." he nipped at my neck, moving down to the swells of my breasts. Leaving a trail of wet sloppy kisses down my chest to my stomach.
Suddenly I woke up tangled in the blankets. "What the hell?" I gasped, pulling my damp bangs out of my eyes. "Ugh, fuck!" I sighed rolling into my pillow, in the silence of the moment I thought I heard a chuckle.
As I moved back I swore I saw Malcolm grin before shifting to his side, away from me.
The next morning I was woken up by cartoons and the smell of food.
"Time?" I asked groggily sitting up.
"Breakfast time." Malcolm handed me a plate. Kyle smiled up at him and me.
"What you so giddy about, Squirt?" I combed my fingers through his messy hair.
"You two are cute, and I'm happy here. Oh I also helped with breakfast... He let me help Laney!" I kissed the boy's head and Malcolm's cheek.
"That's awesome bugger." I whispered my thanks to Mal and he nodded his reply. I could really see us being a family. I'd only known Malcolm for about a week and I already knew I had strong feelings for him. He was kind to me and my brother. We could be happy... Then came the phone call.
"Hey mom." I was genuinely happy to speak to her.
"Cut the crap Lanette, I'm not your mother. I want Kyle back, you can stay or whatever, I don't care... But bring Kyle home, or I'll have you and that boy arrested for kidnapping." she then hung up. Apparently my face said it all, coz soon after I placed my cell down both Kyle and Malcolm embraced me.
"What's wrong, Laney?" Kyle asked as Malcolm stroked my hair. Wiping the tears away from my eyes, I shakingly glanced at him.
"I'm sorry, mom wants you back home.... She said if you didn't I'd get arrested and so would Mal." I began to pack his things.
"Liar. That's not the only reason you're upset. What else did she say?"
'That I'm not her daughter....' I faked a smile.
"Nothing. I just don't want you to go." I kiss his head. "Now do as you're told, and go pack." I set my plate aside, my apatite suddenly gone.
"Tell me later....." I thought I heard a voice whisper. The whole ride back to Moms was silent except for the sounds of sniffles coming from Kyle. Tears welled up in my eyes as I fought the urge to have Malcolm make a U-turn and get the hell outta Dodge.
"Bye bogger, be good for your mom. You know that I love you, right?" I lifted his chin up.
"Of course." he gave a nod and smiled.
"I love you too, Laney." He got up on his tiptoes and kissed my cheek.
"Kyle, inside. Now." mom called from the door. Sliding back into Malcolm's truck we sped off down the dirt road that led out of hell.
'Dammit, I'm such a awful sister. Leaving him with that woman! I'll probably never see him again...'
In the middle of my thoughts Malcolm had pulled over and grabbed ahold of my hands, looking at me with more love than has ever been directed towards me. Gazing deeply into my eyes he whispered.
"He's going to be fine. Your mom won't hurt him. You are not a bad sister, I wish I had one like you. Never think those things about yourself again. OK?" He then grabbed my waist and placed me securely onto his lap, leaning in and giving me the first and best kiss ever. His tongue lightly traced the outline of my lips begging for entrance. Obliging I opened my mouth to let him explore. Our tongues danced a battle of dominance, which was soon given up before it really began. His lips left mine, and I whimpered my disapproval, but that soon turned into a purr when his mouth did wonderful things to my neck and collarbone. I didn't notice my hips absentmindedly grinding into his until he pushed me away from him, very much out of breath.
"No." He gasped.
'What happened? Did I do something wrong? He probably doesn't want me this way. I'm such a whore, throwing myself on him like this.' I began to get off when his hands locked me into place as he gave and aroused growl.
"What did I say about thinking shit about yourself? You're beautiful and wild, and I love you."
"Then why'd you push me away?" I rotatted my hips cautiously, testing the waters. He hissed sharply, rolling his eyes into the back of his head.
"I-I tried to stop because-Oh gods you little vixen-" He growled glaring at me his eyes darkening. "you're vulnerable, and will probably regret it afterwards." I stopped my movements and laid my head on his chest as he played with my hair.
"So you do like me? " I whispered into his shirt. Grabbing a fistful of my hair he pulled my head up, kissing me thoroughly. He only pulled away once I was gasping for air.
"I more than like you.... I love you." he turned and placed me back in my seat. "Better get home." We intertwined our fingers.
