Karl entered Luke's home and waved at everyone already there.
"Beer?" Karl asked.
"In the fridge," Luke answered. "Help yourself."
Karl nodded and walked out in the kitchen. He opened the fridge but there were no more beers left. He could grab a soda instead but he didn't feel like having a sugar rush. Instead he looked at the kitchen table where someone was clearly in the process of making salads for the barbeque. He grabbed a couple of sliced red bell peppers and threw them in his mouth.
"I was working on that," someone said.
He coughed and turned around to look at Luke's twin sister Kaylan. Her hair was dark brown and shoulder long, and she had a pair of beautiful, light grey eyes. He had known her for years and had always had a crush on her.
"Sorry," he said.
"It's alright," she smiled. "Want me to cut something else for you?"
"I just want my usual hug," he said.
She giggled and moved into his arms. It always felt so good hugging her. And she always smelled lovely of lavender too.
"It's not fair you're out here doing all the work alone," he said.
"I offered," she said. "You know I don't like getting too close to fire and heat."
She held up her arm with the scars from when she tripped into a bonfire as a child and burned her arm badly. It wasn't bothering her as an adult and she wasn't ashamed of how she looked either, but she had a respect for fire, and that included not working with a grill. She only worked with electronic stoves. Even gas stoves were out of the question.
"Do you need my help?" He asked.
"Need? No," she answered. "But I want it if you want to help."
"I want to," he said. "Oh, where are the beers? The fridge is empty."
"I told him to keep an eye on it," she giggled. "We got more in the garage. Come help me carry a couple of cases inside."
They walked outside and into the garage. The door closed automatically behind them as they walked towards the cases of beers bought for Kaylan and Luke's shared party. She grabbed a case and turned around. He was standing way too close. She held her breath for two seconds and he reached a hand forward to stroke her cheek.
"Karl," she whispered.
"Kaylan," he whispered back. "You must know how I feel about you. How I have always felt about you."
"I do," she said.
"What am I gonna do about it?" He asked.
"You better kiss me," she said.
He leaned down to kiss her. A loud thump sounded when she dropped the case of beer on the cold cement floor and wrapped her arms around him. He chuckled into the kiss and pulled her closer. She suddenly grabbed his shirt, let out a growl, and pushed him up against the nearest wall.
"Wow, Kaylan!" He gasped. "I love this side of you but maybe we should..."
"Shut up and fuck me!" She demanded. "I've waited years for this moment and I'm not waiting another second."
He spun her around and lifted her up. Her short, hot pink dress rolled itself up to her hips while she locked her legs around his waist.
"Stay there," he said.
She giggled as she hung on to him while watching him somehow pushing his pants down and getting his dick out in the open. He managed to pull her panties aside and entered her.
"Karl!" She moaned beautifully. "Just like that. It feels so fucking good."
He kept his thrusts long to make sure she felt every inch of him. He watched her intensely as she responded perfectly to what he did to her. Her walls caved in, she closed her eyes, and came in beautiful tones. He thrust through her orgasm and let go himself right after. He held still and leaned in to kiss her for a few seconds before finally putting her back down so they both could fix their clothes.
"You're so spending the night at my place," she said.
"Yup!" He grinned. "I'll even cook you breakfast."
"Sweet!" She grinned back. "Omelet with bell peppers, please. The red ones. I like sweet bell peppers in the morning, and I'm stealing the leftovers I didn't use when I'm done with the salads."
He chuckled, pecked her lips, and walked back to the cases of beer. She walked over to help him stack three cases in his arms before picking up one for herself.
"Do you still wanna help me make the salads?" She asked.
"Of course," he answered. "We should probably remember to wash our hands first."
She let out a laugh and leaned in to place a kiss on his shoulder.
"I love how you always make me laugh," she said.
"I love making you laugh," he said. "Let's go nail those salads and I'll nail you later tonight again."
"Karl!" She laughed.
"Two times?" He asked.
"You're impossible," she said.
"Okay, three times. I think I can squeeze out three times if we leave early," he said.
She laughed again and looked up at him. He leaned down and pecked her lips.
"This is the best party ever," he said.
"And it hasn't even started yet," she winked. "We're gonna have a lot of fun together."