Kylie walked in through the front door, greeting Zac on his way out. "Where ya headed?" she asked

"Out." was his simple reply

She immediately heard the sounds of laughter coming from somewhere in the back of the house. She knew one of them was Taylor, and the other voice sounded like... a girl. A girl? She walked into the den, finding Taylor and... Casey sitting on the couch watching tv. What the hell?!

"Ahem." she attempted to get their attention. Taylor's head spun around and he looked at her.

"Oh, hey Ky. You remember Casey."

"Of course." she threw a fake smile her way. "So, Taylor, " Kylie walked around to the front of the couch and kneeled down in front of Taylor. "You wanna go do something?" She placed both her hands on his thighs. "Hmm?"

"Uhh... " Taylor shifted, trying to get Kylie to take her hands off of him. "What did you have in mind?"

"Oh I don't know. You could come over to my house with me. I'm sure we could find something to do there."

Taylor glanced over at Casey, who's eyes were glued to Kylie's hands on his thighs. "What about Casey?" he asked

Kylie looked at her. "Are you here to baby-sit?"

"No." she answered. "I just came over to see what Taylor was up to and we just started watching tv, until you came in here that is."

"Uh huh, well, Tay, you coming over or what?" she moved her hands closer to the inside of his thighs.

Taylor again shifted in his seat. He closed his eyes for a brief second, taking a deep breath. "I need to know what we're gonna do."

"I don't know, whatever." She started to trace light circles on the inside of his thigh. "Its up to you."

Taylor couldn't believe what was happening to him. Kylie never did this, especially in front of other people. As much as he hated to admit it, he was liking the feeling of her hands on him very much... maybe even too much. He just wanted Casey to leave so Kylie could hopefully continue.

"Casey, umm... " he tried to form words, but to no avail. Kylie's hands were too much of a distraction right now. He wanted so badly to be able to shove them forward just a little bit more...

"I think I should be going." Casey stood up, grabbing her purse from beside her. "It seems as though I'm only in the way of something quite important." She stalked over toward the doorway. "So sorry. Hope its a nice fuck."

Taylor's eyes shot open and he looked to where Casey had just been. "No! Casey!" Too late, she was already gone.

"Just forget about her Taylor." Kylie said, moving her hands closer to that certain bulge that had just recently formed.

Taylor sighed and layed his head back on the couch, relishing in the feeling of Kylie's hands where he needed them the most. Kylie reached her hand up and un-buttoned Taylor's jeans. "Keep going, Ky." he pleaded. She started to pull his pants down his waist when...

"Hey Tay? Where are ya?"

"Oh shit." he whispered. "Uhh... I'll be right there Dad!" He frantically buttoned his pants again and took a deep breath, glancing down at his crotch. "Shit."

Kylie stiffled a laugh. "Cute." she said

"Its your fault." He got up to go see what Walker had wanted. "Yeah Dad?"

"Do you know where your brother is?"

"Which one?" Taylor asked, hiding himself behind the kitchen counter.

"Mackie."

"Nope, haven't seen him. Is that all you wanted?"

"Yeah, thanks."

"No problem. I think I'm gonna go over to Ky's with her, okay? I'll be back later."

"Alright, bye."

Taylor exited the kitchen, trying not to let his Dad see the evident bulge he had. "Lets go." he said to Kylie once he got back to the den. She stood and walked over to him.

"Still there I see." she smiled up at him

"Thanks to you." he gave her a slight push to get her walking toward the front door. She grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop in the foyer. "Maybe later I can finish it." she whispered into his ear.

"Come on." he urged. He just wanted to leave his house and get to a place where there would be no interuptions.

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Kylie ploped herself down on the couch. "Ten bucks says nothing good is on." she said, reaching over and hitting the power button on the tv remote.

"Thirty bucks." Taylor sat down right next to her. "Maybe fourty."

"That's pushing it, don't you think?"

"Nah."

"Ah-ha! Look, a movie." Kylie smiled and settled back into the couch.

"Its probably not a good one." They both waited for the title to appear on the screen. "See, The Net. Stupid movie." Taylor grabbed the remote and changed the channel. "Now here's some good tv."

"Wrestling?" Kylie stared at Taylor, praying he'd change the channel.

"Yeah. Its actually really funny if you think about it."

"You're not really gonna watch this, are you? I mean, you said yourself that nothing good would be on. You even bet fourty bucks."

"So? This... aww!! Look at that, Ky! Did you see that?! Here, watch the replay." Taylor pointed at the tv. Kylie rolled her eyes, turning her head in the other direction.

Kylie suddenly got an idea of how to get Taylor's attention away from the tv. She slid her hand in between Taylor's legs. He immediately stopped shouting at the tv and froze. "Kylie... "

"What?" she asked

"Maybe you... " she began to message him through his jeans, "shouldn't do that."

"Okay." she said as she continued to touch him. "Whatever you want."

"Its not what I want." he confessed, "But I think it'd be... oh God... best if you'd... mmm... stop." He placed his hand over her's and let it sit there. He whole intention of doing that was to pull her hand away but he couldn't. Not when this was feeling so good. He started to move his hand along with her's. "Ky... " He suddenly realized what was happening. This was his best friend. "Wait, Ky... " as much as he didn't want to, he pulled her hand away. "No." he said, "I - I'm sorry. You can't."

She looked down. "I know. I'm sorry, too. I don't know what came over me, Taylor."
He guided her face up toward his, giving her a soft, sweet kiss. "Its okay." he told her. "If you'll excuse me though, I um, I need to go use the bathroom."

Kylie smiled at him. "Sorry."

"Another time, maybe." he said, getting up. "Be back."

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"Hello?"

"Kylie, hi."

"Mom?"

"Yeah, its me."

"Where are you guys? Still in Hawaii?" Taylor glanced over at her and saw her roll her eyes.

"Yes, we're still here. We plan on coming home Friday sometime. You'll be around I'm sure."

"Maybe, I'll have to see."

"Well where else would you be?"

"Um, hello, I have a life." Kylie said sarcastically, "But I wouldn't expect you to know that since you're never around."

"Now Kylie that's not fair."

"No? Well is it fair to me for you guys to go off and leave me here whenever you please?"

"This is business, you know that."

"Huh, business my ass." she mumbled

"Kylie! That's enough!"

"Are we through here, Mom? I was kinda busy."

"Oh, what were you doing honey?"

"Since when do you care?"

"I've always cared!"

"Well that's a bunch of bullshit."

"Would you stop using that kind of language?!"

"I'm going now Mom. Once again, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to make this pointless call to dear 'ole me."

"Kylie - "

Kylie slammed the phone down. "Bitch." she muttered "How dare she even call me?"

"Why wouldn't she?" Taylor asked

"She just... I don't get her. Its almost like she feels obligated to call me."

"No," Taylor scooted closer to her on the couch, "that's not it at all. She loves you; they both do."

Kylie rested her head on his shoulder. "I hightly doubt that. If they did then they wouldn't leave me for weeks at a time. 'Oh honey, you know, its business.'" she mocked her parents. "I'm sick of it."

"I know you are, Ky. I wish they weren't like this, too, but there's nothing we can do to change them. That's just how they are." Taylor wrapped his arms around her as an attempt to comfort her. "You know I love you and you know I'm always here."

Kylie smiled, enjoying the feeling his arms were providing her. "Hey, Taylor?"

"Hmm?"

"You wanna spend the night? Please?"

"Are you sure? Don't you want some time alone?"

"I was alone all last night, Tay. I just want you to be here with me tonight."

"Of course I will. There's nowhere else I'd rather be."