Thread: Brotherly Comfort (w/ kckolbe)

It felt good to be a hero. Kara hadn't said much about their step-father, as neither he nor his sister preferred to talk about him, but Kenneth did know that Hank had tried to throw a lot of weight around when he'd come into their lives, and that Ken, then only 13 years old, had held him in check, and over the four-plus years they'd lived together, Hank had known there were lines that couldn't be crossed with impunity. He couldn't say that Hank had never pushed those lines. Hell, at times he did successfully cross them, especially at first, but as Kenny grew up into Kenneth, those instances started becoming a lot more rare. A chastising slap or a jerk on the arm were too quick to do anything about, but outright abuse soon stopped. Hank wasn't able to abuse them. All he was able to do was start a fight, and Kenneth had made sure to make those fights less and less desirable over the years. It had been easier to draw that line with Kara. If Hank caught Ken off guard with a shove, slap, hit, or whatever else he felt the whim to do, then the younger one was at a disadvantage. If Hank tried those things with Kara, though, then Ken was at advantage to rush the occupied abuser and have the benefit of momentum. Nothing decisive had come of it, but there'd been a couple of times where he'd gotten his hands on the older man's throat, and he'd held on a good bit longer the second time, long enough to leave Hank panting aggressively, too busy catching his breath to pursue his advantage against Kenny from throwing him off. Kenny had just turned 16 when that happened. Very soon after, he'd gotten his license, and been allowed to borrow the car almost whenever he wanted. He may have still resided under Hank's roof, but Kenneth had his freedom, both to leave it and to stay there un-molested. Kara seemed to know it, too, because the two of them had started becoming a lot closer once their mom had re-married, and even closer once he'd become more combative. She'd always been a sweet enough girl, but as time passed she'd only gotten more affectionate. At some point she'd stopped simply hugging him and started cuddling up against him in bed, sometimes in the day, but most notably at night. They made him feel good, like he was a hero who'd vanquished their step-dad the monster, and she was the grateful maiden he'd rescued. She'd even given him little kisses on the lips sometimes when they were alone. So even if she was clingy and sometimes a bit annoying, he'd not been one to deny her those hugs or cuddles. One day he'd been watching something a bit arousing when Kara had come in for a cuddle. He'd pulled back a bit as he felt his bulge press against her, self-conscious as to how she'd react, but not only had she not seemed bothered by it, she had wrapped her legs around him to keep him from pulling away again, and pressed her center against his bulge, despite the fact that only his boxers and her panties separated them. He remembered how he'd placed his hand on the small of her back, holding their intimate areas together. She'd just been happy for the cuddle. Their affection had sometimes been a guilty pleasure of his after that, and the two of them spent even more time together. College had changed that a bit, but he was at a nearby school, and he visited whenever he could. She was getting older and, according to their mom, starting to withdraw emotionally, but she was still all love for her hero brother. She'd started sneaking into his room for late-night cuddles and chat, and Kenneth had never turned her away. They both made a point to keep the cuddles secret, because Ken knew their mom would not approve. When their mom had died, Ken had started being more overt about spending time with Kara. He would bring her into his room Friday night, lock the door, and the two would barely emerge until Sunday when it was time to leave. Hank had tried to forbid the behavior, but Ken had held firm, and now that he was fully grown, Hank was less keen on pressing his stance. She'd left her sundress and nightie phase behind and now wore some kind of pants whenever he saw her, which was a bit of a shame, but she'd not really lost any affection for him. Of course, she'd become more moody, though living alone with an asshole like Hank explained that, but on the trips where she was feeling cuddly, it seemed that they couldn't be pressed close enough together. Maybe it was partly due to her wearing clothes that hugged her frame a bit more tightly, but Kenneth had definitely become more aware that Kara was filling out into a beautiful girl. He hadn't talked to her a whole lot about dating, but he suspected that there wasn't any. Still, he knew that there had to be quite a few boys who would kill to spend the kind of time that he did with her, and Ken certainly made the most of it. Today was Thursday, with no classes the next day due to a school observance. He would get to enjoy a long weekend with Kara, and he'd enjoyed some pretty intense fantasies of how the trip could go. After all, he'd noticed that even when she wasn't in as affectionate a mood, she generally warmed up after a night or two. With three nights together, he would be able to feel every bit of her small, curvy body, and he was well past feeling guilty about it. He let himself into the house quietly, as he had a key. Hank had changed the locks once, but Kara had gotten him a key. He liked to sneak up on her and make his arrival a surprise, even though she was generally waiting for him. When he entered the house today, she wasn't there to meet him, so he quietly made his way to her room, peeking in to see he curled up on the bed. He stalked over to her and began to lean over her, preparing to crawl on top of her, when he noticed the tears. Kara! he whispered excitedly. What's wrong?