Hey everyone! Hope the new year is treating you alright so far. My apologies, I really didn't mean for it to take over a month to update. But I struggle a bit with this, particularly on Kev's part.

Anyway, my first update of 2022. Yay! One of my New Year's Resolutions is to finish the story this year. That way my sister can stop asking me in a rage, "What do you mean it's not finished!?" XD

Thanks to Idcam for your review. Yes, this whole day, I see as a sort of transformation for Heather. The rest of your review makes me kind of sad in a way. That's all I can say...

It seemed to Kevin that he had no more than shut his eyes and that infernal alarm clock came blaring to life. Instantly, he was yanked from his peaceful state and thrust into one of great irritation as he pawed and slapped at the thing in the dark, trying to silence it. Although, he would much rather jerk the damn thing from the outlet and fling it towards the wall.

The tiny lump beside him let out a soft whimper in protest of the incessant noise. Finally having silenced it, he turned towards the girl. She was facing away from him, curled up into a ball. Kevin kissed her bare shoulder lightly. Reaching out, he noticed that her abundant hair had fallen across her lovely face. Pulling it out of the way, his fingertips brushed the skin of her porcelain cheek. Leaning into her ear, he whispered his term of endearment for her, "Little One."

She responded with another inaudible noise as she rolled towards him. She nestled against his chest, as though it were the most natural thing in the world for her to do. Stunned momentarily by her action, his heavy arm then draped over her body, drawing her in closer. This is perfect, he thought. The giant closed his eyes again and drifted back into contentment, nearly forgetting the purpose of the alarm. What are you doing, you jackass? the voice inside his head chastised him. You need to get her out of here!

"Little One, you gotta go, okay?" he told her in a hushed voice as he dragged a gigantic hand down the side of her body as though he were trying to commit each curve and contour to memory. "Can't have us getting caught," he added, followed by a brief chuckle.

The petite girl gave a lilting groan and pressed further into him as if to pronounce that she wasn't going anywhere. However, after a few moments, she slowly began to separate herself from his embrace.

Heather scrambled across the bed in the darkness. She wasn't certain what time it was, only that it seemed that she had gotten very little sleep. As she stretched one leg over the edge of the bed she winced at the soreness between her thighs. As she recalled the sheer volume of what was sheathed inside her just hours prior, she wondered momentarily whether it was cause for alarm.

Using her hands to guide herself around the bed to the other side, Heather scoured the floor in the dim light, searching for her blue sundress. Her hand brushed over a pile of thin fabric and she was confident that was it as she tried to peer through the darkness. Standing, she slipped it over her head, certain that it was inside out or backward, or perhaps both, but she ruminated little on it as she continued to search for the pieces of her bathing suit.

Having collected it, she held it against her chest to ensure that she would not lose it. Rather than moving towards the door, she hesitantly crawled back onto the large bed. Scooting across the mattress, she inched closer towards the behemoth. She could make out his enormous frame as her eyes seemed to be adjusting to the shadowy surroundings. Laying on his back, he didn't move or speak, so she had concluded that perhaps he had fallen asleep.

Her body felt jittery with yearning and she could feel her heart pound against the hand that was hugged to her chest. After another few moments of indecisiveness, she leaned over and took the plunge, crushing her mouth over his, hair cascading and sweeping against his chest.

Kevin jolted awake at the feel of her lips smashed against his. It was only then that he realized he had indeed fallen asleep again. The hasty desperation with which her mouth crashed against his meant that she must have been quite apprehensive, but she obviously took the leap nevertheless. He placed a gigantic hand in between her shoulder blades and pushed her down as she automatically pressed deeper into the kiss. He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms and love her all over again, but he was positive time would not allow for it. Therefore, he relinquished his grasp on her when he felt her start to withdraw and leaned back against the pillow as she crawled away.

Heather deliberately opened the door, cringing slightly when it creaked. Assuring that the hall was vacant, she tiptoed across to her own room. Closing the door behind her, she dropped the swimsuit on the floor and let herself fall onto her bed. As she did, it groaned faintly, but not to the capacity which it had yesterday afternoon when they both had crashed onto the bed.

Heather smiled feebly at the memory and briefly wondered whether some of the bolts had come loose, although it was the least of her concerns at the moment. Stretching around her nightstand, she grabbed up a teddy bear and hugged it tightly to her chest. It was an extremely poor substitute for a seven-foot goliath built of pure muscle, but it gave her a sense of comfort as she attempted to lull herself into sleep again.

Kevin teetered on the edge of slumber, but could not quite make it there. He sat up abruptly, placing his feet on the floor and releasing an agitated groan. As he looked around the grayish-lit room with the first streaks of sunlight beginning to trickle in, he was slowly pulling out of his daze. Then abruptly like being splashed with cold water while he was passed out, his consciousness was assaulted with the reality of what had transpired.

Oh, no. He raked his hand through his hair and violently shook his head as though shaking away the very wretched thoughts. No, no, no. The haze lifting, the grim reality settled over him like a ton of bricks. He had not. No, not here. Not here, under his friend's roof. Not with his friend just down the hall.

Even being drunk off his ass or stoned out of his mind he should never have thought this was a good idea. And yet, he did it. He wasn't drunk or high when the young thing crept into his room mere hours ago and he decided to indulge her - and himself in whatever outrageous whim she had. But she had simply asked to stay with him. He was the one who initiated things by kissing her, refusing to let her go even when she clearly wanted to leave. He undressed her, he touched her, and then...

His body had a very different reaction to the memories than his brain and his conscience did. He could still feel her kiss lingering on his lips, her smooth and sizzling skin under his fingertips, the way she clung to him. He could hear the keening in her voice as she cried out. No! That doesn't matter. None of it matters, he reprimanded himself. He had absolutely no excuse for his lecherous deeds and no one to blame, but himself.

Kevin shot up from the bed unusually fast given his normal languid gait and began dressing. He knew he'd come to regret this, but it didn't matter at the time, not when his unbridled lust had taken over. Which begged the question, was it his actions, the timing, or the manner in which things took place? He needed to get out of there. He needed to be able to clear his head and try and make sense of all this mess. He finished dressing and hastily tied his hair back in a ponytail.

Kevin picked up his duffle bag and began to head out. Just as he reached the door, he stopped short and turned suddenly. He had nearly forgotten another piece of damning evidence. He quickly swiped up the empty condom wrapper from the nightstand and shoved it deep into the back pocket of his jeans.

As soon as Kevin stepped out of the room, his heart sank when his gaze fell on the graffitied door directly across the hall. For a moment, he thought about the little one, probably slumbering behind that door, exhausted from lack of sleep and their excursions. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth for a brief instant before he reprimanded himself. He couldn't allow himself to ponder that. He had to get out of there. With one last glance at the door, he felt his heart wrench, uncertain whether it was from the remorse of leaving her behind or his heinous deeds.

As he turned, Kevin nearly collided with another figure as large as himself. "Mark," he said with an edge of surprise to his voice as if he were stunned to see the man sauntering down the hallway of his own home.

"What the hell are you doing up so early?" Mark questioned raising an eyebrow. "It's like pulling teeth getting you out of bed."

"I got a flight. Remember?" he replied insouciantly.

"Didn't you say it was like ten-thirty? It's just after seven, ya dumbass." Mark let out a rumbling chuckle.

Was it that fucking early? Kevin had no idea what time it was as he hadn't bothered to look at the clock. He only knew he needed to get the hell out of there and this man was holding him up. "Was gonna see if those dumb fucks could get me anything earlier. Thanks again for putting me up, brother," Kevin answered in his trademark flippant manner, as he stuck out his hand to Mark.

Mark glanced down at the hand, lingering for a moment before he took it firmly. His eyes then shifted, level with the other man's. His eyes narrowed slightly as he met the blonde's gaze, his expression oddly unreadable. Something was off here; Mark could feel it as he tightened his grip slightly. "No problem, man," Mark responded as the corners of his mouth curled into a smirk that resembled more of a sneer. If Nash was perturbed by this, he didn't let on as he removed his hand from the auburn-haired man's clutch. "See ya around," Mark hummed as Nash turned away. He kept his glare trained on the blonde until he was completely out of sight.

Something weird was going on with that asshole. Something nefarious. Nash thought himself slick. He had since day one of walking into a WWE arena. Too bad for him (and the rest of his Kliq buddies) he wasn't as slick as he fancied himself to be. It was true what they said about keeping your enemies closer than your friends because God help the bastard once Mark found out what it was.

Heather was shaken from her slumber by a pounding on her bedroom door, which sounded horribly like someone was trying to break it down.

"Heather! Get up, girl. You need to eat. Then all y'all are gonna help clean up this hellacious mess downstairs." When she heard her father's voice from the other side, she was no longer the least bit stunned, however, her heart was still thudding against her ribs.

Heather's head fell back to the pillow. "Y-yes. I am awake," she called back.

"Good. And hurry it up."

"Of course. I shall be down promptly," Heather stated. She noted that he somehow seemed more cantankerous than usual this morning – if that were possible.

Groaning, Heather pulled the covers over her head to block out the illumination of her room. She heard her father's heavy footsteps growing fainter, indicating that he had probably gone to brusquely rouse one of her other siblings.

Making his way outside, Kevin jumped in his rental and sped off as though putting as much distance between himself and that house could undo all of his wicked deeds. He was still reeling from his actions. Sure he had been conflicted prior to this, but he wasn't used to this concentration of emotional turbulence whirling inside him. Had he truly and foolishly believed that things wouldn't escalate to that point? He supposed he hadn't. He hadn't expected her to be the one to come to him – and so willingly, despite her underlying reservations. It was terrifying the way she so naively placed herself in danger, and worse still, he took advantage of it. His heart and his brain were a maelstrom of chaos, warring with one another. He had to get this out and there was only one person who would understand even a fraction of what was going on inside him. Grabbing his cell phone, he selected the contact and hit call hoping the asshole would wake up and answer the damn phone.

"Hullo?" Scott's deep voice came out garbled on the other end.

"Scotty. Dude, I fucked up. In the worst possible way," Kevin blurted out without so much as a good morning.

Scott sat up drowsily, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Who the fuck was he talking to? He recognized Kevin's bass timbre, but the urgency and the desperation in the voice was far more indicative of Kid. "Are you in jail or some shit?" Scott asked. Still coming to, he couldn't remember whether or not he had accepted a collect call.

"No." Though I probably should be. Could be, Kevin thought.

"Then why the hell did you wake me up, fucker?" Scott growled irritably.

"I slept with the Li- Heather," Kevin confessed, ignoring Scott's (rightfully so) bitchy mood.

Scott was about to congratulate him on finally getting laid after all this time, but then the name registered in his brain. "Mark's Heather? As in the little sister?" Scott asked after a pause.

"Do you know of any others?" Kevin retorted, growing impatient.

A longer silence followed, leaving Kevin to wonder if they had lost connection, until Scott followed up with the inquiry, "How the hell did that happen?"

"I don't fucking know, man. Long story short, my flight home was canceled by piece of shit, Delta and I ended up staying at Mark's place after he called about the girls' schedule. I woke up and she was literally in my bed. In my bed! She told me if I didn't let her stay, she'd scream. Next thing I know, one thing just led to another and another and it just fucking happened, okay!"

Scott blinked on the other end, trying to process what his friend was telling him. "Are you shitting me?"

"No. Why would I make up some shit like this?" Kevin groused.

"I dunno. To piss off Kid?"

"Come on, bro."

Scott was having a difficult time believing all this. That girl was afraid of her own shadow. He couldn't imagine her strong-arming Kev into doing much of anything, let alone sleeping with her. Still, he had nothing to gain from lying and making up bullshit. "So lemme get this straight," Scott began by mimicking a phrase his friend favored as an opener, "A dorky little mouse of a girl, forced you to dick her down against your will, is that right?" Scott ribbed with an air of humor. It was his defense against his indignation due to the blatant hypocrisy of his friend.

"I never said that. She demanded to stay. The rest was on me," he admitted. "And FYI I didn't dick her down." Now he was saying too much.

Scott laughed sardonically at him. "What did you do? Make sweet, tender love to her? Did you shed a tear afterward?" Scott goaded.

"Fuck you! Don't be an idiot," Kevin growled feeling his anger surge. Did he think this was some kind of joke?

"Sounds like you're being the idiot, Chico. At least I chose the legal one."

"I didn't choose shit! It just happened, okay?" He was an idiot. A giant. Fucking. Idiot. He had seen cases like this on the evening news or read articles online about morons who were serving time then put in the registry, all over their teenage lovers. Now, he had become that moron.

"Sounds just like her sister. You should run away. Far, far away," Scott quipped, but Kevin could hear the jealousy seeping from Scott's voice mingled with a twinge of pain.

She was nothing like her sister. Kevin decided to save his breath on that fact though. And hell, he was already running. Running away like a huge fucking pussy. He couldn't face his friend after what he had done to his daughter. Worse still, he couldn't face the Little One knowing he had ruined her so completely.

After another couple of minutes, Heather willed herself out of bed. She did not fancy meeting her father's ire, not after the previous day's happenings. First and foremost, however, she desperately required a shower. Between her chlorinated hair, several applications of sunscreen, and the perspiration from the night's... endeavors, she was feeling rather grimy.

Hauling herself towards the bathroom, Heather was surprised at how exhausted she felt. She drudged forward sluggishly as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

Turning on the shower, she waited a minute for the water to warm before she carefully yanked her dress over her head and discarded it in the laundry hamper.

Stepping under the warm spray, the heat mildly exacerbated her seared skin, but it felt delightful deep inside her aching muscles. Sighing involuntarily, she was somewhat taken back when she realized for the first time how pleasant the sensation of the water flowing down her body was. She found herself blushing at the thought as she quickly grabbed the shampoo and began lathering her cascading tendrils, attempting to place her preoccupations elsewhere.

However, when she picked up her purple loofah sponge, it was difficult to disregard anything about her body. Demurely, she noted the manner in which her nipples formed into hardened peaks especially after running the sponge over her breasts. Her mind immediately traveled to the events that took place mere hours prior. As she gently cleansed her most sensitive area, she winced at the oddly delicious aching between her thighs. She was still flabbergasted by her own actions. That she had actually…and with him. Releasing a small giggle, the intensity of her blush flared as she masked her face with her hands, a futile action due to being solitary. She was under the assumption that she should be ashamed and disgraced due to her behavior, but strangely she couldn't bring herself to be, however bashful she still felt.

Once she had finished washing and rinsing, Heather stepped out of the shower. A shy and tiny grin still painted her lips as she reached for the towel hanging on its hook.

"Must of been something to smile about, I guess. Though I dunno how he found the front door with all those hedges you got going on down there."

The voice caused Heather to jump and she turned to see Reves leaning casually against the door frame leading to her bedroom, a wry grin playing on her mouth and a mischievous glint in her blue eyes.

Heather's face ignited in mortification as she hastily shielded her nakedness with the towel. Instances such as these caused her to loath this joint bathroom they shared. "How do you know that?" she demanded with apprehension as she continued to gape at her sister.

Reves sauntered over and placed her hands on the other girl's shoulders. Slowly turning her towards the mirror that extended over the doubled-sink vanity, she pushed her forwards so she should get a better view without her glasses.

Heather's gaze fell on the dark splotches lining her clavicle and one on the left side of her throat. She released a humiliated gasp as her hand flew to cover her mouth. Leaning into the mirror in order to examine them did little to improve the appearance other than the fact that Heather could now count three purplish marks and the fourth on her neck.

"And you better pray Mom and Dad didn't hear you in your throes of passion. Otherwise shit is going to hit the fan like you've never seen," Reves warned as she began rummaging through a drawer.

Heather's eyes widened as Reves's comment threw her into a state of panic. She felt her stomach knot with apprehension and embarrassment. Had they – or she rather – truly been that audible?

Reves seemed little concerned with her sister's turmoil as she produced a makeup sponge from the drawer and selected a bottle of foundation from the vanity. After patting the dark blemishes dry with a hand towel, Reves used the sponge to begin applying the foundation to them.

Heather didn't acknowledge how habituated Reves appeared to be with this.

"You need to tell 'Big Sexy' that he's a gigantic idiot, leaving all these marks on you," Reves groused scathingly. "A man his age should know better – should. Is he trying to get himself royally fucked?" She questioned as she squirted more makeup on the applicator. "Did he use a condom?"

The inquiry staggered Heather causing her countenance to explode into a deeper crimson. Furrowing her brows, Heather dropped her head and averted her eyes. She was absolutely not about to discuss her private conduct with her sister.

"Heather!" Reves barked, eyes widened and blazing irately.

Heather's head snapped up, as she glared at her sister. "Yes!" She groused indignantly over being interrogated in such a manner.

"Good," Reves hummed, as she pushed back Heather's hair in order to have access to the spot on her neck.

Heather felt her frustration dissipate almost instantly. She was taken back by the supposed relief Reves displayed versus irritation due to her retort. Reves hadn't spoken in the last few moments, she only concentrated on the task at hand. Heather observed her, recalling the times when they were very small children and Reves would steal their mother's makeup, painting up Heather's face as if she were her very own living doll.

Heather glanced at the image of their reflections in the mirror. They were not so young anymore and this was not playtime. Reves was arguably motivated by empathy and protection and not her own entertainment or whims. It reminded Heather that no matter the circumstances, they were still sisters and she took solace in the thought.

Once she had finished, Reves put down the foundation bottle and the sponge. "I'm gonna go downstairs before Dad has a fucking coronary. On the safe side, wear something with a high neck. But remember, it's Texas in July, so a turtle neck would be hella suspicious and weird, even for you. And for the love of God, when you get downstairs, act fucking normal, will you? Or as normal for you. You know, nothing like giving yourself away." After surveying the younger girl's appearance, she added, "Keep your hair down too. Cover your neck as much as possible."

"Thank you," Heather murmured, graciously astonished by her sister's aid.

Reves went to turn away but paused at Heather's display of gratitude. "A secret for a secret, I suppose," she responded with a half-smirk before she turned to disappear back through the door of her own bedroom.

Well, this is something. So I am off from work for the next 9 days until Feb. 8 because it's one of those 'use it or lose it' deals. I'm not going to promise anything because I know how I do most of the time, but I am going to try my darnest to update again within that time frame or shortly after. I've got some other things that need taken care of in that time, but we'll see. *fingers crossed*