Chapter Twenty: Rebirth
Trigger Warning: This story contains homophobic and transphobic language.
Present Day...
Kendall barely lasts a week before she begins planning her first trip home. Classes haven't even started for her yet, and between the stress of moving and the time spent at home with Jackson, she finds herself missing the emptiness that James used to fill in her. Halfway through the week she is so horny that she almost makes a move on Jackson, but not can she not convince herself to have sex with anyone other than James, the mere sight of Jackson shirtless and in his briefs is enough to make her crying laughing.
Comparing them side-by-side, Kendall can say that Jackson is easily better looking than James. He is shorter, sure, but he has nicer, cleaner features. James is arrogant and better groomed, but he is also fatter and sloppy, only taking any care with his neatly groomed facial hair and heavily greased scalp. Jackson has darker, thicker hair and is handsome if somewhat boyish.
Even when comparing them this way, however, Kendall finds thoughts of James producing increased arousal in her. The difference, she realizes, is intellectual. While Jackson might be better to look in the eye, James is far better to look at from below. He is a big man, with a big, meaty cock and a bad attitude. Those two things combined are what make him more desirable, and that last going away ass-fuck was more than enough to prove it to her.
Before bed, she makes plans with her mother to visit and convinces Jackson that it was her mother who asked. Paige has covered for Kendall countless times and even gave her opportunities to enjoy James at home alone while keeping the girls busy while Jackson was at work. She does tease her daughter, taunting her and texting back, "And here I thought I'd have at least a month alone with him."
Kendall blushes and responds with an tongue-sticking out emoji before turning in to bed. She has trouble sleeping beside Jackson, however, because she always wears multiple layers around the house to prevent her fiancé from seeing even a glimpse of her skin. The way she sees it, her body still belongs to James, even if James is in another town. She makes an appointment the next morning to get herself waxed before the weekend and, living in a bigger city now, has an easier time finding someone to do it for her.
The drive home is long and anxiety-inducing. Paige is willingly to corroborate the story, but she is also cruel and has a particular dislike for Jackson, whom Kendall could not convince to stay home. He comes along suggesting that they might spend time together, but Kendall insists on using the time wisely to get to know her new 'daddy' a little better.
"Why do you always call him daddy," Jackson asks from the driver's seat. He even drives different from James with both hands on the wheel and his eyes fixed on the road. Kendall blushes and stammers while stealing glances to make sure he isn't catching on. She can tell that he is still oblivious, but he is jealous all the same.
"It's just an inside joke," she says. "It's playful, like when I call you a cuck."
Jackson frowns and glances at the girls in the backseat. Both have fallen asleep on the long ride. "You know I don't like when you say that," he whispers to her, and Kendall gives him a smile in place of a kiss that would actually balm his hurt feelings. Jackson shrugs and his frown grows. "Whatever. It's your relationship, I guess," he says, and he mutters, "And I trust you."
Those last words actually hurt as Kendall, being driven home under false pretenses her daughters spending time with their grandmother, is really going home to get fucked by her well-endowed ex-boyfriend while her fiancé waits, oblivious.
They park at a local fast food restaurant, and Jackson waits inside without the car while Kendall hands off the girls. She gives her mother a hug and a quick kiss and gives her thanks before leaving. When she arrives at James' home, she is disappointed to find Allyson's car waiting outside. She strips in her car and goes to the front door wearing her thin tank top and her booty-showing shorts.
Oliver meets her in lingerie and smiles his pink, lip gloss smile when he sees her. "Daddy is inside with Allyson on the couch."
Kendall, already haughty, frowns. "I figured," she huffs, and she storms up the stairs. She stops to collect herself before entering the room and puts on a brittle smile when she finds James in a t-shirt and briefs. His dick is heavy and visible in his underwear, and he grins when he sees her. Allyson is completely naked beside him, her big, pale breasts hanging in his face while her plump bottom sways. She is not wearing panties, and her wet gash glistens on James' thick fingers when Kendall sees her.
James withdraws his fingers from Allyson and moves his wet hand up to cup one of her big, heavy breasts. She moans, leaning into his rough palms, and lets those thick fingers that were in her now crush and molding her supple white breasts. "Hey, cunt," James laughs. "You're early!"
Kendall smiles when she sees him smile. It has been a week since has even spoken to her. A week without his smile, without his voice, and without his big cock, and all of her pint up excitement is now bubbling up to the service. Her mother and Allyson both have teased her, sending her photos of his dick or pictures of themselves soaked in cum. Kendall has fingered herself raw without him and imagined herself in their place. Now, she is so horny that she just might cry at the sight of him.
"I was just so excited to see you, daddy, and I couldn't wait to leave!"
James laughs again while shaking Allyson's tit. He pulls her breast to his mouth and says, "I bet you fucking were." Then, lifting his left foot, he wiggles his toes at Kendall while sucking one of Allyson's engorged nipples into his mouth. He slurps her sensitive flesh briefly while speaking to Kendall. "I'm busy right now, so you can go ahead and start with my feet. If you do good enough, maybe I could let you two share my dick for a while."
