I've been gone a while, so you all deserve a nice, big wild lemon right out of the gate. Thanks so much for being patient!

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Jack dropped her to the mattress and settled himself between her legs, Kim wrapping them around the small of his back. "I should only ever call you Kim," he kissed her forehead, "darling," he kissed the tip of her nose.

"But what should I call you?" Kim asked like she was out of breath.

"Dedicated," Jack kissed her cheek, "loyal," he kissed her lips and she kissed him back. "You can call me your fool," he said, lips brushing her lavender scented neck before attaching to her skin.

"How about my lover?" Kim asked with courage, lightly tugging on his hair so she could capture those skilled, sinfully rough lips with her silky smooth, plump and undeniable pink ones.

"I think we can make that happen," Jack yielded and gave his consent as he restarted his mouth's descent over Kim's heavenly perfected body. One of his hands was at the hem of her little purple cami night shirt and inching it up bit by bit. His other hand tugged at the thin strap, and his lips followed every centimeter of progress it made.

This was Jack's night. Kim wanted to dominate him and absolutely rock his world, she'd dreamed about it for so long, but she knew this was Jack's night. She had no complaints about what Jack was doing to her right now. If she was being honest, it was fucking hot.

Every little piece of skin he kissed or touched absolutely lit up with fire and electricity. Her shirt felt heavy as lead because she wanted to be rid of it so badly. Kim wanted Jack to hurry up, but she wasn't going to give him any instruction tonight if she could help it.

Jack finally started grinding his hips, pressing his unmistakable hard-on against Kim's lightly covered, scorching core. She wanted to buck back into him, and damn if she didn't try to, but Jack would have none of it. Every time Kim tried to work her hips, Jack would thrust quick and fast, effectively keeping her immobilized.

"Oh my god, Jack," Kim sighed after a particularly sharp thrust. "This is going to be so good," Kim cooed as Jack pushed down on her again and nipped her exposed shoulder.

Jack slid his face down her body and kissed the waistband of her little shorts. He kissed his way up, seemingly cell by cell of her flat stomach until he reached her belly button, dipping his tongue inside. He lapped at her a few times and pressed a hand down on her still covered opening, causing her to arch her back to feel more of his touch but he pressed her back with that same hand. "Jack, please!" Kim needed some kind of relief, the anticipation, the sensory teasing being so much.

Kim was afraid Jack would continue his slow torture, but instead he gave her what she wanted. He straightened himself a little and latched a mouth onto her breast, sucking roughly while his tongue circled her hardened nipple over her cami at the same time. His hand found it's way into her shorts and attacked her little clit straight away, working at it as furiously as he could under the annoying garment but still over her thin panties. He loved how he could feel her go from damp to absolutely wet under his fingers. He got off of her long enough to almost tear Kim's shorts away. He wanted to, but even in his mad dash to love her, he took into consideration that she wouldn't want him to destroy her favorite night shorts, so he didn't, because he loved her.

Kim threw her back up off the bed just long enough to lose her shirt. She didn't even have it all the way off before Jack had pressed her back onto the mattress again, his mouth over bare flesh this time. Kim couldn't believe the shameless moans she was making and would have been helpless to stop even if she wanted to.

Jack's free hand tugged his pajama pants down to his knees, giving him more stimulated friction with every pump of his hips, his solid cock damn near carving into Kim's center. He could feel his boxer-briefs moistening from contact with Kim's panties, forcing him to fight to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head as he continued to alternate his attention on her breasts, suckling, licking and nipping, driving her absolutely wild.

Kim moved her hands from Jack's luscious hair and almost had to pry her legs apart from Jack's lower back, her nervous system acting as a sentient force to hold on as Jack continued to rock against her, but his mouth was now focused on the crook of her neck. He was going to give her the biggest hickey of her life, but he had the decency to put it in a place where she could choose to easily hide it or show it off.

Jack caught that she was trying to get out of her little white panties that at this point was nothing more than a disturbance in the scheme of what was happening. Jack got off her completely and rolled her onto her belly. He peeled off her panties and tossed them over his shoulder to be scoured for later. He lightly palmed Kim's ass in both hands and he smirked when he heard her gasp. He'd grabbed her butt before, but there had always been two layers of clothe. Rough hands over velvet skin was a highly different game. Jack's currently reverent touching was the opposite of the usual quick grasp when no one was looking.

One of Jack's hands left Kim's perfect flesh and she whimpered at the loss. She then felt a fingertip at the base of her neck. It slowly dragged its way down and was replaced by just the slightest contact from the tip of Jack's tongue. He traced the entire length of her spine with finger and tongue tips, not leaving her skin until he reached her tail bone.

"You're body is the most perfect thing I have ever scene. You're heart is what I need to tell me I'm on the right path, that I can do anything. I want them both," Jack whispered into her ear and nibbled her earlobe, causing Kim to shudder. She moaned at his implications, both sensual and romantic.

She could still feel his breathing playing on her neck, but she also felt the removal of his hard body from her back. She wondered what was happening until she felt the great tip of his cock at the bottom of her ass. He slowly slid in until he was comfortably nestled between her globes, not penetrating, resting between her cheeks.

"Am I going too far?" Jack asked firmly, letting Kim know she could say no. Kim took a moment to catch her breath. In this short time, Jack began to pull away, afraid he crossed a line.

Kim clenched to hold him there and replied, "no!" with her full voice. She eased and rocked back against him, closing her eyes. Jack met her next one, and they met a steady rhythm as Jack eased his body down onto hers. They rocked back and forth like this in mutual pleasure, enjoying the sensation new to both of them until Jack stopped and pulled himself up.

Kim twisted and looked over her shoulder to see what was the matter. There was Jack, resting on his knees, his hands at his side and his dick absolutely straining, almost pulsating and begging to be brought to a finish. "Big Dog's barkin', huh?" Kim asked with wide eyes at the display before her, rolling onto her back again.

"Yeah, but there's something we have to take care of first," Jack said, his impossibly dark eyes trained on his target.

"And what's that?" Kim asked with a smirk, thinking, praying that it was finally time.

"You," Jack said coolly as he dropped onto his forearms and without further adieu, slipped two fingers inside of Kim's wet heat. Her eyes flew shut and her mouth formed the fabled 'O' as Jack found his mark.

Kim squealed and grabbed one of the pillows at the head of the bed and all but suffocated herself as Jack pistoned in and out, all but punching her. She cried and yelled into, bit the pillow as her whole body rocked with the movements of Jack's powerful arm. She nearly hit the headboard with every upstroke. She couldn't imagine her pussy could take such a thrashing. finger banging, indeed.

Kim quivered and shook, her velvet walls began to clamp around him, and to a level of dismay that Kim had never felt before, Jack pulled his fingers out. "Jack, what the..." Kim groaned into the pillow, but before she could finish, Jack had plowed himself into her.

Kim screamed anew into the poor pillow as Jack lifted her by the hips and mercifully took her. If it wasn't for her endless chants of "Yes! Fuck yes! Oh!" he'd swear he was breaking her. She threw the pillow and shot up off the bed, wrapping her arms around Jack as he refused to let her orgasm stop by his continued ravaging.

Kim's extended pleasure and the constant fluttering made her feel twice as tight around him, constricting even, and he lost the ability to hold onto the burning ball in the pit of his stomach and finally released it all straight up into Kim in hot, thick spurts. The two crashed down onto the bed together, fighting for every breath that entered and exited their overworked lungs.

They both laid speechless, not sure what to say, unsure about whether or not there was anything to say. It was passionate, it was violent, it was loving yet raw. Years of pent up emotion and shared pain was released.

All Jack could think to do was hold her tight in his arms like she was going to melt, slip away, leave him cold and lonely. A song Jack's mother used to sing him before bed popped into his mind. A song that made him feel special and cared for no matter how much he had been called a useless accident. Jack chose to sing it to the love in his arms. He sang You Are My Sunshine until they both fell asleep.

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Jack and Kim were woken up by a soft knock on their door. They didn't know which of the kids it was or why, so they kissed each other good morning and got up to face the day.

They shared a look and smiled as they dug for the clothes they needed, neither one of them wearing a stitch of clothes. They knew what happened last night, and they were both dandy about it. There would be no awkward talks about it. They knew what they were, where they stood.

"Hey Peanut!" Kim said with a big smile as she scooped up the little gurl and pulled her into a big hug.

"Morning Kimmy!" Claire sang back and blew a raspberry into Kim's neck, causing said blonde to giggle. The three headed downstairs together, and Jack and Kim shared a shocked look when they saw that the clock on the living room wall said it was noon.

"Afternoon, adults," Ann said with an obviously pointed tone. "Can we talk for a minute?" Ann asked sweetly as she took the last grilled cheese off the griddle and poured the last bowl of tomato soup.

"Uh, yeah," Jack said nervously, scratching the back of his neck. He had an idea as to what this was about.

Ann led the two outside to the front porch. Kim knew they were in trouble, but she couldn't stop herself from closing her eyes and tilting her face the warm sunlight.

"I'm glad you two rabbits had fun last night, but we need to talk about ground rules," Ann startled. "Great job on muffling your screams, Kim, but if you could not damn near put your bed through the wall next time Jack, that'd be great."

"Yeah, things got out of hand last night. How'd you cover it up for the kids?" Jack asked.

"I turned up the radio and told them you two were practicing Taekwondo and play fighting," Ann told them evenly.

"I'm really sorry, Ann. We didn't think of everything. We should have been more careful. I'm also sorry about any... scarring, you might have now," Kim apologized for the both of them.

"Nah, I get it. You guys do what you gotta do, even if that includes each other. I'm just glad my brother isn't just banging some hussy," Ann shrugged. Kim wasn't entirely sure how to take that, but she thought it was good... "I made you guys lunch," Ann told them as they went back inside.

"Oh, you didn't have to do that," Kim said sweetly, more than happy about how fast Ann was willing to drop the subject of last night.

"Does anyone have anything they need to do today?" Jack asked with a yawn as he went for the coffee pot he had yet to fill.

"You slept in so late, how are you still tired?" Marie asked Jack.

Jack paused and watched the brown liquid fall into the pot as he calculated his answer. "I didn't get a lot of sleep, but I'm good," Jack declared. "Again, does anyone have anything to do today? Is there anything anyone wants to do?"

"Remember that boy I told you about?" Ann asked nervously.

"Yeah..." Jack said just as nervously, big brother mode kicking in. Kim was quite the opposite, smiling ear to ear.

"I thought tonight would be a good night to have him over," Ann said looking at Kim instead of Jack.

"He can come over, but if I see his hand under the table once, even for a second, I'm ripping it off at the elbow and keeping," Jack warned.

"Jack, it'll be fine," Kim told him in a soothing tone. "Because if it isn't I have dibs on his other one and he will clean up his own blood," Kim said just as sweetly, this time looking at Ann.

"You guys are unbelievable," Ann groaned, her face in her hands. They would realize just how little they had to worry about once they actually met the young man.

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5:00 rolled around as Jack pulled out the homemade lasagna, his mom's recipe and God only knows how she came by it. Kim tossed the salad one last time and stepped behind Jack after the dish had safely been set on the stove.

"Smart, sexy, hard working and can cook? Jackpot," Kim whispered in his ear and kissed his neck. "I think tonight will be fine, Jack," Kim said honestly.

"I know, but this is my little sister we're talking about here. I've always been so protective of her, you know?" Jack sighed as he turned around, wrapping his arms around Kim and resting his chin on her head. "I thought this was supposed to be a dad's problem," Jack said with just a hint of sadness.

"I'm sorry, Jack. For what it's worth though, I'm here with you," Kim said, nuzzling him.

"It means a lot, so much," Jack said and kissed her hair when the dreaded knock sounded at the door. "Alright, let's get a look at this kid," Jack said with disdain. Kim could tell this was going to go so well.

Jack answered the door and fist bumped Wade, Kim's little brother. "What brings you by, little dude?" Jack asked. Wade had been 'little dude' since Jack met him six years ago.

"I uh, I'm here for dinner," Wade answered, kicking the porch like he was removing a scuff mark.

"Sweet, come on..." Jack paused, connecting the dots. "No..." Jack said, eyes wide.

"Yeah..." Wade said awkwardly. "I'm surprised Ann didn't tell you."

"Did you tell Kim?" Jack asked with a raised brow.

"She didn't tell me you two were dating. Ann did," Wade said, his subtle return fire.

"Get in here," Jack said a little less friendlily. "Ann!" Jack called and Ann came down the stairs, her hair still wet from the shower she just got out of. Probably why she hadn't gotten the door, Jack figured.

Kim came in at the same time as Ann. She saw the two standing together and connected the dots much like Jack had. "Is this a joke?" Kim asked, pointing back and forth between the two.

"Why is this any funnier than you and Jack?" Wade asked.

"It's just weird, dude," Jack said. "How long have you two been..."

"About a month," Ann answered truthfully. "We were going to tell you, but... you know, I don't really know why we didn't."

"How did you keep it from me? I thought we were cool!" Jack shouted, sounding almost hurt.

"Well, we never ask each other questions. We just kinda bring things up and if they don't get brought up, we don't talk about them," Ann told Jack what he already knew.

"And you, why didn't you tell me?" Kim asked, a little more collected than Jack.

"Because we don't talk, like, at all," Wade said flatly, his arms crossed. "I would have told you if you asked, but you never did," Wade shrugged. "Well, now we all know. Apparently Brewers and Crawfords just fit," Wade said with a smile, hoping to diffuse the tension.

Jack crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. "I like you Wade, but I know you and I know Ann, so you can bet your ass I'm watching you," Jack warned.

"Message received," Wade said with a bit of a cringe. He worked out and practiced Karate with Jack. He knew Jack wasn't to be fucked with.

"Good, let's eat," Jack clapped his hands together and walked through to the dining room, happy to see the kids had set the table without even being asked. They were evolving.

Jack and Kim sat together with Ann and Wade next to them, the little kids sitting across from them. The heads of the table were vacant most nights unless Kim sat there when Jack wasn't able to make it.

The table was oddly quiet during the first bit of dinner, silverware on plates being the only sound.

"Well this sucks," Claire said, breaking the silence. That statement out of the dead air got a good laugh out of everyone.

"So Jack," Wade ventured, "how's the university cafeteria. Ty still being a coc... jerk?" Wade amended himself in front of the kids.

"Probably, but I haven't seen him in a while," Jack said as he shoveled more hot cheese into his mouth.

"Oh, did you get fired?" Wade asked, genuinely concerned.

"Nah dude, I quit before I got fired. I may or may not have put his stepson Frank through a table," Jack said coolly, which was him for 'I totally did it.'

"That's pretty hardcore. What did he do this time?" Wade asked and Jack noticed how Kim visually paled.

"It's not polite to kick ass and tell, dude," Jack said inconclusively, much to Wade's upset.

"Kim, did you see what happened?" Ann asked this time.

"Yeah, I was there for breakfast at the time," Kim swallowed hard, thinking about how to make the questions stop without saying too much. What were they,reporters? "Frank got a little too handy with a girl so like a gentleman, Jack knocked him out."

"Dude, that's pretty cool. I wish I could have seen that," Wade chuckled. "Think you can get me a job at the Seaside when I turn sixteen next month?" he asked hopefully.

"Dude, I don't even want my job there. It's the only thing I've known to be there for me whenever I need a dollar, though," Jack sighed. "Yeah, I'll try to hook you up," Jack gave in.

"Yeah, about the Seaside..." Kim began, and Jack wasn't sure he'd like it.

"What about the Seaside?" Jack asked like a father who knew his kid took the car without asking.

"I... may or may not have applied for a waitressing job..." Kim closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, waiting for Jack to explode. He never did say one good thing about the work, only the people. She wondered if he'd get pissed for applying to the 'hell hole' as Jack called it, without talking to him first.

"Why?" Jack asked, more surprised than anything.

"Because I want to help, Jack. We need the money. You can't carry all of us on your back, and I can help," Kim offered. "I told my dad I'm living here now, I felt I had to. When he did, he said he was going to stop helping me. 'If you're going to live under another man's roof, I'm not going to pay a dime for it,'" Kim quoted.

"Kim, I understand that you want to help, but you still have school, too. And what about volunteering at the hospital?" Jack asked, taking her wellbeing and interests into concern. He cared about her more than the money she could bring in.

"I'll drop the hospital. Bills and food are more important than what I like to do. They have more than enough volunteers, honestly. Every SU nursing student has to have at least one year there, and I have over one and a half," Kim stated the facts. She had obviously thought about it. "Phil was even able to give us our days off together," she added to sweeten the pot.

"I can't tell you no, and you will be working with a great group of guys," Jack said, kissing her forehead. "I say go for it then, but please," Jack leaned in and whispered so only she could hear, "don't let yourself turn into me."

Kim pulled back, was about to argue, to ask what that was supposed to mean, but his eyes answered that question. Jack had sold most of his soul to kitchens and textbooks. He was 'successful' as far as someone in his position could hope to be, but he paid for it. He paid for it with anxiety and depression, always being tired and feeling like he was always behind, chasing a light through a seemingly endless tunnel. Every bit of joy Jack felt was because he had squashed some kind of pain or worry down somewhere, just to bubble up later, stronger. He couldn't watch Kim live this. It was only temporary, but it was still Hell.

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"Have a goodnight Wade," Ann said and kissed his cheek and closed the door behind him, keeping it even below PG while Jack and Kim both watched like hawks. "You guys are unbelievable," she groaned, heading upstairs.

"Yeah, but you're dating my little brother and you're Jack's sister, so..." Kim defended their stance which seemed to them, should have been expected. It was expected by Ann, but she had hoped it wouldn't have been so bad.

"Well that could have gone worse," Jack said with a smile, his hands in his back pockets.

"I think that's about as well as it could have gone, actually," Kim agreed with a slight alteration.

"Well, they could both still be single, that'd be something," Jack said, sounding totally serious.

"We liked each other at that age," Kim said, crossing her arms and looming up at him.

"At that age?" Jack chuckled. "We're nineteen and twenty, Kim. We're not allowed to say 'at that age' to them."

"You know what I mean!" Kim shouted indignantly. "We could have been together all this time," Kim said quietly, remorsefully.

"Hey, we're together now and we're happy, right?" Jack asked as he held her upper arms.

"Yeah, we are," Kim said with a light smile. "I just wish... I wish we wouldn't have been so nervous and stupid, you know?" Kim sounded upset, not at him, but at them. "We'd be in the same place, I'm sure. But... but if we were together, if I had been there for you, would you not have..." Kim couldn't get it out, but Jack knew what she meant.

"Oh, come here," Jack said in a tender tone Kim had yet to get used to. "Don't blame yourself for anything I did, Kim. You weren't there for me because I didn't tell you. Anything I dis to me is on me, I own every cut, Kim. Don't for a second put anything on yourself, you hear me?" Jack asked rhetorically and kissed her hair, her hands clutching the bit of shirt that covered his broad chest.

"I still don't like thinking about it... that... you did it," Kim whispered.

Jack's eyes flashed with pain at that. Did Kim resent him for having cut himself, for giving in to that base, unacceptable escape instead of seeking help? "That was years ago, I haven't done it in years, and I won't do it again," he told Kim as much as he told himself. "But you know what?" Jack asked and Kim looked up at him. "I know Ann, and she's going through what I did. Same exact story, different Brewer. The variable I want to watch is also that different Crawford in the story at an earlier chapter," Jack said with honest hope as he kissed Kim's forehead.

"Dis you just give them your blessing?" Kim asked with questioning eyes and a wary smile, but still a smile.

"I think I did. I'll watch them like a hawk, but if they make each other happy, I'm not going to stop that because I'm paranoid. He's your little brother, and that's good enough for me, even if I didn't know he was a good kid."

"A Brewer can be a huge improvement to a Crawford's life," Kim smiled and kissed Jack's lips. "There's just something about our families, I guess."

"Come on, let's go to bed," Jack chuckled and draped his arm across her shoulders as they headed up.

"Okay, but we have to be quieter this time. Can you handle that?" Kim teased.

"Mmm, no promises," Jack shot back as they raced up the stairs.