Chapter 2: A Morning Thing
Shawn woke up on Sunday morning feeling slightly regretful of his behavior the night before. Did Kendall deserve to be blasted like that for what she said? The more he thought about it, the more he rationalized that she couldn't have meant any harm. It's very sibling-like to pick at your brother. Surely she wasn't trying to cause any real damage. He recalled giving her more flack for less over the years.
He reflected on his lengthy jerk-off session as he mustered the energy to get out of bed. He was still trying to figure out what had happened to his body last night. Shawn was no stranger to masturbating to thoughts of his sister, but this was completely different. His body was on fire while he thought about having risky, raw sex with Kendall. Shawn had no genuine desire to get her pregnant, and he had only ever had sex with condoms, but something was intoxicating about the thought of engaging in such an act. He couldn't stop thinking about it. The idea of committing the ultimate forbidden act made his chest thump. He casually reached down and felt himself getting hard again already, and he wasn't even out of bed yet.
"Fuck," he mumbled to himself in aggravation.
Shawn hoisted himself up and began his morning routine, wandering into the bathroom to wake his legs up. He couldn't help but stare at his boner in the mirror while brushing his teeth, feeling jealous of Bradley. Shawn huffed with irritation as he brushed. That ungrateful asshole must have been living his ultimate fantasy. If they were trying for a baby, Bradley was allowed to cum inside Kendall as much as he wanted. Shawn got so hard thinking about it that his dick began throbbing and leaking precum right through his boxers.
He hated that Bradley was allowed to have that part of Kendall. Shawn wanted that to be him with every fiber of his being but knew it was impossible. He constantly struggled to accept that he could never have Kendall the way he wanted her, but some jerk like Bradley could.
The usual, burning-hot shower poured over him as he failed to ignore his erection. Instead, he kept thinking about Kendall's body and what it would feel like to be inside her.
"Dammit," he wiped the water from his face and looked down at his rock-hard dick angrily.
He was oozing precum onto the shower floor as his boner throbbed and bounced.
"Stop, already!" He yelled as if his dick were someone, wishing it would obey him.
He knew his thoughts about Kendall were fucked up and wrong, and they would ruin everything if he weren't careful.
His erection finally settled after throwing on some fresh boxers and a t-shirt. Shawn sighed, trying to clear his mind before leaving his room, bracing for the imminent post-fight awkwardness with Kendall.
Shawn then headed downstairs for his ritual cold brew. As he turned the corner into the kitchen, a figure near the counter immediately drew his attention. It was Kendall, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and panties. It was not uncommon for her to dress this way in front of him, and Shawn couldn't help but stare at her.
Kendall was making something and had her back turned to him. He could see her perfect, round ass hugged by a pair of light pink panties. It gently bounced beneath her black t-shirt as she stirred whatever drink she made on the counter. Her thighs were beautifully tanned, and her skin looked so soft. Shawn had spent many years staring at Kendall's ass, but this morning he was unable to look away. He wondered if his eyes couldn't stop because they had not seen each other for a while. It was as if his gaze was starved of her lovely body.
Shawn knew he couldn't afford to get caught staring after trying so hard to make his boner disappear. It would just make things even worse.
Not knowing how Kendall dealt with their fight, he assumed they were still supposed to be mad at each other and went for the fridge. However, Kendall heard his steps and immediately turned around.
"Hey! I already made you some!" Kendall said cheerfully but nervously, bracing for a still-angry Shawn.
She held one of his mason jars toward him with both hands around it.
Shawn hadn't expected her to be making his coffee after their fight. He reluctantly accepted it from her.
"You know how I like my coffee?" He asked skeptically, wondering why she was acting so friendly.
"I've known you your entire life, Shawn. I know how you like your coffee..." She answered defensively, taking a step back.
Shawn took a test sip of the coffee she handed him. To his surprise, it was perfect. She did know him inside and out. Kendall stared nervously, awaiting confirmation that it was acceptable despite sounding overconfident that she had it right not five seconds prior.
"It's good. Thanks..." Shawn mumbled awkwardly as he turned back around, unaware of what else to say.
"Hey, wait!" Kendall panicked, gripping her hands around his forearm, "wait... Please?"
Shawn looked down at her grip, then into her eyes. She looked tormented.
"I'm really sorry, okay?" She pled, holding onto him tightly as her voice broke, "I shouldn't have called you weird last night. I shouldn't have opened your laptop. You had every right to be mad at me. I'm sorry I haven't been talking to you, and I know you don't like it when I do that. I've been such a jerk, and I'm sorry for everything. But please don't be mad at me!" Kendall said with tears welling in her eyes.
Her behavior completely threw Shawn off. They had been through significantly worse stalemates over the years where neither one would step forward and try to make up. Kendall's usual turnaround time was three days when they fought--seeing her in this state after just one night made Shawn question the severity of his behavior. Perhaps he did overreact, and she didn't deserve that. Nevertheless, he did what he thought any typical sibling would do.
Shawn let out a disgruntled sigh, setting his coffee on the counter and pretending to be upset so he could catch her off guard.
"C'mere, ya weirdo," he said, tugging her head with his hands and messing her hair up.
Kendall burst into laughter as she fought him off, stuttering his name out and begging him to stop.
"How could I stay mad at such a weird little weirdo?" He said playfully as he manhandled her.
As they play fought, Shawn unintentionally pulled Kendall closer to him while he teased her and messed her hair up. He had mastered the art of this game from years of fighting with her. He knew exactly how to keep her hair in her face so she couldn't win. Within seconds, Kendall was utterly disoriented, and without meaning to, she firmly planted herself against Shawn's groin.
Shawn immediately felt her ass on him but couldn't move away because Kendall was holding onto his arms in front of her, trying to overtake him. The positioning was so exact he could feel his dick right between her ass. At first, he tried to ignore it because Kendall seemingly did not find their position inappropriate. But her warm, soft body was beginning to make him react.
She flipped her hair out of her face and looked back at Shawn, not letting go of him. The smell of her hair as it brushed past his face was floral and sweet.
"Best friends?" She asked, finally raising her pinky in front of his nose with a giant smile.
"Uh, y-yeah. Best friends," Shawn answered nervously, gripping her pinky with his own.
