Fight It: A Kyga tale (Tyga and Kylie Jenner)

Oh shit

TYGA

What the fuck are you doing, idiot? Oh shit, oh shit, oh fucking shit!

I took my shirt off  and tried to find some swimming trunks. Ever since Chyna had moved out all my shit was all over the place. She was pissed off when she was getting her stuff and took all my shit out my closet and drawers and threw them down the stairs. I was still finding random ass socks and shit.

I heard a phone go off and two seconds later I heard Kylie calling my name. With a light knock she entered and closed the closet door behind her.

"Your phone keeps going off," she slowly walked towards me with my phone in her hand "Relli?"

I reached and took the phone she was offering me. I couldn't help it and checked her out, she had a towel wrapped around herself when we were walking up here. It was gone. She was wearing a tiny piece of white fabric and string covering her boobs. Well, barely covering her boobs, them shits were nice. Real nice. I kept looking further down and damn, her toned stomach had a sexy ass gold chain that disappeared into her tiny jean shorts. She had left her fly unzipped and I could see part of her white panties.

Her whole body glistened, it looked like she had glitter on. She was so fucking sexy, and she hadn't let go of my hand. My phone was still between us when she started giggling.

"You look scared, T" her other hand came up to rest on my bicep. Was she coming on to me for real?

My phone vibrated between us creating a distraction to whatever was happening right now. I turned it around and saw that is was Trell, my right hand man. I figured I needed to tell him what was going on, this shit was weird.

She was still looking at me but her facial expression no longer held lust, she looked worried.

I smiled to reassure her everything was fine, it wasn't but I couldn't stand seeing that look on her beautiful face.

"That's my homie Trell, I better see what he wants. And I need to fuckin' change baby girl" I said caressing her cheek.

My hand held her chin and I leaned into her. "Wait for me out there, just gimme a few minutes, okay beautiful?"

I was close enough to stare at her eyes. She looked like she was about to melt, it was cute.

"mmkay" a lazy smile played on her face while she walked out of the closet.

My eyes never left her ass as she walked out, she was switchin her hips actin like she knew what to do with them.

My vibrating phone snapped me out of my ass daze, it was Trell again.

"Yo"

"Nigga, where the fuck you at? We bout to send a mothafuckin search party. Im drinking all your dumb ass Henny." Trell laughed

"I think im about to fuck up in a few"

"What, nigga, what you do?" Trell got suddenly serious.

"Im in the house in my room" I debated on telling him who was with me. If I didnt tell him then I could pretend nothing happened or that I wasnt feeling shit for this girl.

But fuck it "with Kylie"

"Kylie? Who the fuck is Kylie? Oh shit, wait lil Kim?"

"What no, Kylie. My neighbor" Wait did this nigga mean Kim her sister? "Nigga, you dumb. Im about to go to jail for smashing and you here makin jokes like its cool." I aint got no time for the bullshit.

"You smashed already?" Trell said disapproving "Man, her momma find out and you done and dead. Look at what they did to the homie Lamar. Damn shame. How the fuck you smash though, I aint even seen yall hang out."

"Nah I ain't hit yet, she came up here with me and she keeps touching me and giving sexy ass looks, being all half naked on my bed and shit. Nigga im weak."

"Nah Traww, step away from the underage pussy. Don't do it Nigga!"

"T, are you okay in there?" a sweet voice interrupted our conversation.

"Yeah i'm coming" I yelled back.

"Man, you finna go to prison for some pussy nigga"

"I ain't gon fuck her, stupid. I gotta go, make sure no one fucks up my house" I tapped end and took a deep breath.

This was fucked up.

I quickly put on some basketball shorts that were on the floor, cause fuck never finding trunks.

I wasn't ready for what I saw when I walked out.

Kylie was laying in the middle of my bed with her phone taking selfies. Sticking her tits out, pouting, and being too fucking sexy for me to stay away from.

She noticed when i walked back into the room and sat up.

"So what did your homie need?"

"Nothing, he was just being stupid talking nonsense"

I went to go sit beside her. Leaving enough room between us so it wouldn't look like I was trying to do anything. Which I wasn't. Shit, I think I wasn't. Fuck, I don't know, maybe, nah I can't.

I looked at her face and realize she was talking "Huh, oh shit I'm sorry. I've been spaced out all day."

"I noticed," she gave me the sweetest smile and I felt lighter.

Damn. What was this young ass girl doing to me. I'm fucked.

"Why are you being weird, T" we were both sitting against my headboard with me looking at Kylie while she was looking down at our hands resting inches apart.

"You used to joke around and actually hang out once in a while," her hand inched it's way towards my fingers. She started fucking with my rings, "I thought we were friends. But I guess i'm just your friends little sister, huh" a sad smile appeared on her face.

What was i supposed to say? If she wanted the truth yeah, she was just my friends little sister. I don't even remember her being around until the beginning of this year. King had been having playdates with Kim and Kourtney's kids, since me and Chyna split I would be the one to take him when I could. I mean, she was little.

This year though, she started being around more looking all grown and shit with her friends. She was cute enough, she had big ol titties and some nice hips. She was too skinny for my liking, i liked grabbing onto something. Kylie was just cool, she was funny,