Kissing Practice
Marley Quinn
Kissing Practice
by Marley Quinn
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Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Kinley
Two Star-Crossed Lovers
Girl Boss
Shower Interruptus
You Kiss By the Book
A Little Out of Control
That’s Real Passion
A Deep and Restful Slumber
Riding Him Bareback
If It’s Family, It Doesn’t Count
Truth-o-Meter
Overheated
So Messed Up
A Woman’s Heart
Deeper Into the Role
The Intruder
Let It Go and Let It Happen
Party Pooper
Hangover
Hot Shower
Power Dynamics
One in a Million
Paradox
Customer Satisfaction
Missy
Jackpot
I Just Want to be Loved
Ready to Play
Out for Ice Cream
Sooner or Later
You’re in Love
All Part of the Roleplay
Just Like Pizza
Final Answer
Waltzing Juliet
The Bosom of the Air
The Most Famous Love Story
Skinnydipping
An Enchanted World
First Experience
Magic Wand
Over the Divider
Cooldown
20 Questions
Dirty Inside
Sluts
Love at First Sight
The Lady or the Tiger
Vintage
A Sick Thrill
The Big Climax
Steve’s Original
Cousin Rick
Truth or Dare
A Bolt of Fire
A Night We’ll Never Forget
Enemies to Friends
Half Awake
It’s Complicated
Mr. Murphy
Ninja
We’re Just Two People
A Regular Girlfriend
Dustin’s Secret
What All the Fuss Was About
Next Level
All We’ve Got Left
How True Love Works
Kinley
To tell you the truth, I'm not quite sure how I feel about my sister Kinley.
Our parents divorced when I was just 7 and Kinley was 4, and she went to go live with our dad while I stayed with my mom.
Over the years, we never saw them because he was working for a petroleum company in faraway countries like Saudi Arabia and Qatar. But then our dad died six months ago when the oil rig he was on capsized in a storm, and now Kinley lives with us.
On one hand, it's kinda cool that we got to be reunited after all these years. On the other hand, she's a bit of an annoying brat, always coming into my room without knocking.
She's a sophomore in high school, so she's always going on about the latest drama between her friends, which can be a bit boring. But I must admit that she does liven up our dinners.
Back when it was just me and Mom, it could get a little quiet, especially because Mom was always so tired from her cleaning job at the hotel.
I know she's my sister, but most of the time, it just feels like I've got this brand-new person living in my house, and a girl to boot.
She uses up all the hot water every time she showers, and she leaves her clothes scattered all over the place. She also plays her music really loud, which makes it hard for me to study.
But at the same time, she's always smiling and laughing, and she loves to sneak up behind me and tickle me.
Also, I know I shouldn't say this, but she is kinda cute. A couple of my friends who are seniors are always asking me if she's dating anyone or if she's available, and I never know what to say.
Her love life certainly is none of my business. But at the same time, I kinda feel weird inside whenever I think about her going out with a guy. I'm not quite sure why that is.
Maybe it's because she seems so sweet and innocent, and I know how guys can be, especially with girls her age.
Frankly, though, I wish she would be a little more careful about what she wears when she's around me.
She doesn't mean any harm, but sometimes she walks down the hallway dressed only in a towel. It's almost like she's doing it on purpose, and maybe she is.
And there's been more than one time when she's burst into my room when I was only wearing my workout shorts, which she always seems to find hilariously funny even though it's quite frustrating when she interrupts me like that.
But what can I do? That's just how Kinley is, and I guess I have to take the good parts with the bad.
Two Star-Crossed Lovers
One day, when I was in my room, working out, Kinley came flying in, all out of breath. Before I could say anything, she reached over and turned off my music.
"What now, Kinley?" I groaned.
"Guess what?" said Kinley, her eyes sparkling. "I got it! I got the part!"
"Good for you," I said. "Now leave me alone."
"But you don't understand, Brandon!" said Kinley, using that pouty tone of voice that drives me crazy. "I'm the lead! I'm Juliet! You know, Shakespeare? Romeo and Juliet?"
"I don't care," I said. "Now let me finish working out."
But Kinley wasn't listening. "It's gonna be amazing!" she said, leaping up onto my bed. "The auditions were yesterday, and I didn't even think I stood a chance. But I knew I wanted the part, and I gave it everything I had. I mean, I totally killed it!"
"I believe you," I said, feeling a bit annoyed by her enthusiasm. "Just get out of here! Can't you see I'm busy here?"
But Kinley wouldn't stop. "Come on, Brandon. This means a lot to me," she said. "Anyway, why are you always working out? Girls don't care about that stuff."
I sighed. "You mean that you don't care about it. But lots of women like a man with a muscular chest and a well-defined abdomen."
"Fine, you're right! It is kind of sexy," said Kinley, giving me a strange look. "I just said that because you're not paying attention to me."
"I don't know what it is that you want," I said. "You got the part of Juliet. Congratulations. What else do you want me to say?"
"Well..." said Kinley, biting her lip. "The thing is, though, there's a couple of important kissing scenes in the play."
"Yeah, I know you think I'm a dumb jock," I said. "But believe it or not, I'm familiar with the story of Romeo and Juliet. Two star-crossed lovers, blah, blah, blah."
"The thing is, though, that Mr. Bishop, the director, says we have to kiss, like, for real," said Kinley. "He said that the audience needs to feel like it's real, too."
"Again, what does this have to do with me?" I said, sighing.
"Well..." said Kinley. "Don't get mad. But I need someone to practice with."
"Wait a second," I said. "You need someone to practice kissing with?"
"Yep," said Kinley, sticking her bottom lip out as she looked up at me.
"Well, I'm sure there are plenty of guys at school who can help you out with that," I said with a laugh. "Or girls, too, right? These are modern days after all."
"Hey, I'm not into girls!" said Kinley.
"I never said you were," I said, although some part of me felt secretly relieved, although I don't know why. "Anyway, ask one of your boyfriends."
"But I don't have a boyfriend," said Kinley, once again pouting in that way that drove me nuts.
"Come on. You're pretty. Are you seriously telling me you can't find a boy to volunteer to practice kissing with you?" I scoff.
"Wait, you think I'm pretty?" said Kinley, twirling a lock of her hair.
"That's not what I meant," I say, feeling my cheeks grow warm. "I'm just saying that you're... not ugly. It's... reasonable to think that some high school boys would be... more than enthused for a chance to kiss you."
"Um, Brandon, have you already forgotten what high school is like?" said Kinley. "If I kiss a guy, either everyone will say that we're dating or else people will call me a slut. And who knows? Maybe the guy will fall in love with me after one kiss. It could happen!"
I chuckled. "You're always being so dramatic, Kinley. Can't you just practice kissing with the guy who got the role of Romeo?"
"Um, no, that's why I'm talking to you, duh," said Kinley, one hand on her hip. "Peter is as gay as the day is long."
"And so what? Gay guys know how to kiss," I say, grinning.
"Yeah, but I want it to feel real! It has to look real!" said Kinley. "Come on, Brandon. I've always wanted to be an actress, and this could be my breakout role!"
Sometimes, she really does make me laugh. "Kinley, this is a high school production. You're making too big a deal out of this."
"Come on, Brandon," said Kinley. "Are you going to help me or what?"
"Huh?" I said. "Help you do what? Find some guy to practice kissing with? Like, what do you mean? One of my friends or something?"
"Maybe," said Kinley, twirling her hair. "Or maybe it could be you."
"Me?" I said, suddenly finding it hard to swallow. "You... you want to practice kissing... with me?"
"Yes! I mean, why not? You won't tell anybody, and I know you won't fall in love with me. And you're perfect for the part of Romeo. You're just so tall and handsome, and those muscles..." Kinley trailed off, giving me a mischievous smile.
"Um..." I say, feeling all the blood drain from my face. "Thanks, I guess. But my answer is no."
Kinley stomped her foot on the ground, her eyes flashing. "And why not?"
"I don't know," I said. "Maybe because you're my sister? And it'd be kinda weird kissing my sister in a... you know, Romeo and Juliet kind of way."
"Kinda weird, eh?" said Kinley, her eyes darting down to my crotch. "Come on, Brandon! Just say you'll do it. Please? I'll do anything you want!"
"No," I said. "It's not gonna happen."
"How about this?" said Kinley. "I'll make you a bet. And if you lose, you have to agree to let me practice kissing with you."
"What bet?" I said.
"Hmm," said Kinley. "Oh, I know! I bet you that I can make more free throws than you."
I laughed. "You're joking me. I used to play basketball for the varsity team, Kinley."
"See? Come on, Brandon," said Kinley, giving me a mock punch on my shoulder. "You've got nothing to lose. You're not chicken, are you?"
I chuckled. "And what happens if I win this silly bet of yours? What do I get?"
"I don't know," said Kinley, her eyes flashing. "What do you want?"
"Hmm," I said. "All right. If I win, you never, ever come barging into my room again. You knock, and then you wait for me to answer."
"Deal!" said Kinley, extending her hand.
Grinning, I shake her hand.
"Meet you out front in five minutes!" said Kinley, smiling as she turned and dashed out of my room, leaving me feeling quite amused.
Girl Boss
I put on a shirt and then I got my basketball and headed out in front of our house where my mom put up a hoop years ago.
It had been a while since I played basketball, so I did some dribbling, and then I fired off a couple of shots. I was all grins as they effortlessly arced through the air and sailed through the net.
I might have been rusty, but my muscle memory was working just fine.
Kinley came out and joined me a few minutes later, her hair pulled back in a ponytail and dressed in a pair of skin-tight leggings and a sports bra. It wasn't quite official basketball-playing attire, but I did have to admire her firm butt as she ran across the driveway.
"You ready?" said Kinley, flashing me a grin.
"Ready as I'll ever be," I said. "Let's do this."
"Best out of ten," said Kinley. "You go first."
I took a couple of deep breaths and bounced the ball up and down a few times. I then leaned back and took my first shot.
Nothing but net! The next three sailed in easily as well, but the fourth hit the rim and bounced off. By the time I was done, I had sunk eight of my free throws.
"Let's see what you got," I said, smiling as I tossed her the ball.
It was immediately clear that Kinley had no experience playing basketball. Instead of using one hand to balance the ball and the other to shoot, she squatted down and then used both hands to fling the ball into the air.
As expected, it missed by a mile, bouncing harmlessly off the backboard.
I chuckled. "Jeez, we used to call that a granny shot."
"Shut up!" said Kinley. "Let me concentrate."
To my utter surprise, her second shot hit the backboard and then went through the rim. Kinley looked over at me, a smug look on her face.
"Okay, you got lucky," I said.
Kinley crouched down and heaved the ball up. Amazingly, it followed the exact same path, sailing through the net a moment later. "I just needed to calibrate," she said.
"Sure, sure, whatever," I said, still amused by the fact that she'd been lucky enough for those two balls to go in.
But the grin on my face melted away when I watched her successfully sink her fourth, fifth, and sixth shots. Sure, her shooting technique was primitive and ugly, but it was getting the job done.
Pretty soon, she had tied my score with one shot left to go.
"If I make this, I win," said Kinley, glancing over at me, a look of fierce glee on her face.
I seriously could not believe things had come to that point. I'd been counting on an easy win, and then Kinley would stop barging into my room.
It had seemed like a can't-lose bet, so that's why I took it. But now I realized I was on the verge of having to help her prepare for the role of Juliet in a stupid high school theater production.
Why in the world did I ever agree to something like that?
Kinley squatted down low, a look of deep concentration on her face. She then flung the ball up into the air.
I felt my heart leap into my throat as it hit the front of the rim and then bounced up. It looked like it was going to careen sideways and out, but at the last second, it bounced off the rim a second time and then went in.
"Yes!" shouted Kinley, jumping up and down. "I did it! I friggin' did it! Ha! Who's the boss now? I'm the boss!"
"Yeah, you, you just got lucky," I said as I stood there in utter disbelief. Someone using a granny shot to sink nine out of ten free throws? Such a thing was completely unheard of.
"I'm a girl boss, yeah, yeah, that's what I am!" said Kinley, dancing around in a circle on the driveway. "And you can kiss my ass if you don't like it."
I admit that I laughed when she smacked herself on the butt. Sure, I had just lost the bet, but her victory celebration was the most entertaining thing I'd ever seen.
And something about the sound that it made when she spanked herself sent a little shiver of pleasure racing down my spine.
"So, um, about the kissing thing," I said, feeling somewhat nervous. "I guess you still want to go through with it?"
"Of course," said Kinley, stopping to face me. "I told you! I've dreamed of being an actress ever since I was a little girl. And now I'm going to be the best Juliet ever!"
"Fine," I said. "I guess a bet is a bet. So, when do you want to do it?"
"After lunch. First, I need to rehearse my lines a little. But first, you need to take a shower. Because you stink... like a loser!" said Kinley, grinning as she once again broke into her victory dance.
What could I do? Somehow, she beat me, fair and square. Anyway, how bad could kissing her be? It was just acting stuff.
It wasn't like I'd be kissing her for real, for real. We were both just playing parts, that's all.
Besides, I was sure it'd be over quickly. I'd give her a couple of pecks on the mouth. I mean, it wasn't like I was going to give her some tongue or something. Good gracious, no way!
She just needed a guy to practice on, and that was me. All I really had to do was stand there and let our lips touch.
That couldn't be so difficult, could it?
Shower Interruptus
In those days, I didn't eat lunch because I was trying to stay in ketosis most of the day, so I went to my room and worked out for a couple of hours.
Thankfully, there was no sign of Kinley, so I got all my reps in without being interrupted.
I was pretty sweaty at that point, so I headed to the shower. The water felt really good on my skin, so I stayed in there a bit longer than I usually did. After shampooing my hair, I started thinking about the upcoming kissing "practice" with Kinley.
I was sure that it would mostly be awkward and perhaps a little bit silly, but I couldn't be 100% sure.
I'd only kissed a handful of girls at that point in my life, and the one thing I knew for sure was that kissing usually got me pretty aroused.
Something about having someone's hot, wet mouth on your own mouth activated some deep-down biological instincts. And the last thing I wanted to do was have a similar reaction when kissing Kinley.
Solely as a preventative measure, I decided to jerk off there in the shower. That way, I could be sure that my body wouldn't accidentally betray me or get confused when we kissed, thinking that it was a sign of more physical pleasures to come.
My dick was very happy to get some attention, but I found it hard to think of something appropriate to think about while I was stroking myself.
Somehow, images of Kinley in those leggings and sports bra as she did her victory dance kept coming into my mind.
I kept trying to think of something else or someone else, but then my mind would flash back to the time I saw her bare butt when she was wearing only a towel, or I'd suddenly remember the incident at breakfast when she leaned over to pick up something and I got a clear sight of her boobs.
I practically had to smack my head in order for some more acceptable sexy images to pop into my mind's eye, things like the girl in the first porn video I ever watched or my friend Matt showing me his father's collection of vintage Playboy magazines.
All that effort in trying to relieve myself in an acceptable way meant that I didn't notice when Kinley walked into the bathroom. It was only when she pulled back the shower curtain that I snapped out of my reverie.
"Oh my god, Kinley! What are you doing!" I said, yanking the shower curtain back into place.
Kinley pulled back the shower curtain again and giggled. "Holy crap, Brandon, are you... jerking off?"
"No!" I wailed, trying to use my hands to cover my erection. "Anyway, what the hell are you doing? Can't you see I'm in the shower?"
"Wow, I guess our little game of basketball got you pretty excited, eh?" said Kinley, her eyes wide as she stared down at my crotch.
"No! Stop it!" I said. "You shouldn't be in here!"
"Relax, Brandon, I didn't come in here to spy on you in the shower," said Kinley. "I just came in here to get some toilet tissue. I'm trying on different make-up to see what will look best when I'm up there onstage."
"I don't care what you're doing," I said. "Just get the hell out of here!"
"You know, it's not nice to masturbate in the shower," said Kinley. "That's something you probably should be doing in the privacy of your bedroom."
"Well, maybe I would, except people keep barging in without knocking," I said.
"Why are you jerking off anyway? We've got kissing practice," said Kinley, one hand on her hip. "And I need you focused and sharp."
"I... uh... was just worried that... never mind! It's my private business, what I do in the shower," I retorted, yanking the shower curtain back into place.
"It's okay!" I heard Kinley say. "Anyway, you don't have to act like it's some big secret. Everyone knows that guys are uncontrollable horndogs who can't go five minutes without getting a boner."
"That is not true," I said, sticking my head out. "I'm not some... wild beast or something."
"Really?" said Kinley with a little laugh. "Because you had quite an erection out there on the driveway. Your dick was practically poking out of your shorts."
"What!" I said. "That is not true at all. You're just making stuff up now. Get out of here and leave me alone!"
Furious, I yanked the shower curtain back into position. But I could still hear Kinley laughing.
"Believe what you want," said Kinley. "But I know what I saw. Anyway, see you in a bit!"
Thankfully, I heard the bathroom door close a moment later. I stood there for a long time under the water, seething at how she always finds a way to push my buttons.
Why does she do that? Is she trying to drive me crazy on purpose?
Anyway, it wasn't true that I had a boner when we were settling our basketball bet on the driveway. Right? I didn't think so.
I just remembered the stupid way she used to throw the ball and how infuriating it was that she beat me. And yeah, it was fun watching her dance around, but I wasn't getting turned on by that. No way!
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