DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone in the WWF, if only in my dreams.
DISTRIBUTION: Flights.
RATING: PG-14
CONTENT: Sex scenes and language
SPOILERS: None that I know of.
SUMMARY: Some kisses are sweeter than honey.
NOTES: This is a little something I promised my half-sister a few days ago. Enjoy Carmie.
Kat came out of the dressing room with a pair of linen drawstring pants and a matching tank top and knocked on her sister's dressing room.
"Are you done?"
"Not quite."
"Hurry up. I'm on my third outfit and you're still on your first."
"I don't know. It's not really my style."
"Let me see it."
Carm came out of the dressing room tentatively and Kat smiled when she looked at her. True, the pantsuit really wasn't her sister's style but she made it work. It was raw silk of the darkest red, almost burgundy and it flowed over her curves sensuously, definitely highlighting them. But it was much more conservative than her usual attire.
"It's so not me."
"All I ask is that you wear it at the office party. And anyhow, I'm paying for it."
"True, true."
"Honestly, do you like it?"
"It's so. I don't know."
"I think it looks lovely. Very adult, very proper. very not you," laughed Kat.
"Hey!"
"It's true. but you can wear it separately. and with your hair down, without a bra or a top underneath. it'll look sexy, dangerous, and not smutty at all."
"I like smutty."
"I know. Now, what do you think of this?" asked Kat, twirling around in her bare feet.
"I don't know. it's too adult, too proper. very you."
"Your point?"
"Let me get you something smuttier."
Kat went back into the dressing room while her half-sister rummaged through the store's women's department. Finally, she found the perfect dress. It was forest green, short, with slits on the sides, bareback and with a lot of cleavage. It'd be perfect.
"Says who?"
"Me. Now, relax. you'll look fabulous."
"There is that."
"I say this was a day well spent," said Carm with a smile.
"Indeed."
"All we need now are shoes."
"On you?"
"Why?"
"I paid for the outfits."
"So?"
"It's only fair."
"But you're my big sister," said Carm, linking her arm with Kat's knowing full well that her sister would fork over the cash for the shoes. Both sisters rounded the street corner and bumped into…
"But you're my big brother," shouted Jeff, punching Matt's shoulder.
"Ouch!"
"You're not supposed to sabotage me like that."
"I did no such thing."
"You told her that I was less than half her age."
"Jeff, she was way over fifty."
"But she worked out. You could tell as much."
"Jeff."
"And those breasts," said Jeff, cupping imaginary breasts.
"Were store bought," said Matt, leading his brother out of the restaurant.
"Come on Jeff, don't be an idiot. I love you and you're my favorite brother."
"I'm your only brother."
"True. But that woman was too much breast for you."
"But such nice breasts," said Jeff, still cupping the imaginary breasts.
Both brothers rounded a street corner and ran into…
Jeff's hands connected perfectly with Carm's breasts and Matt ran right into Kat, sending the young woman to the ground on her backside.
"Damn," she swore, as she tried to stand.
"Oh shit, sorry," said Matt, rushing to her side. "I'm so sorry."
"And."
"Well, I was talking with my little brother and."
"Interesting conversation?" she asked as Matt helped her to her feet.
"It was peculiar," he explained as he eased her shopping bags out of her hands. "Let me."
"Thank you."
Kat turned to her sister and had to smile. Carm was standing there, her eyes lost in her young man's brother, seemingly unaware of the fact that he was cupping her breasts.
"Carm. Carm. Carm!"
"Uh. what?"
"His hands, your breasts? He's getting to second base without buying you flowers."
"Shit!"
Carm stepped back quickly and Jeff stood there, flexing his fingers in the air.
"Where the hell are your manners?" asked Matt, slapping his brother upside the head.
"Uh. I'm sorry," stuttered Jeff, staring at Carm who just stood there, looking up at him, licking her lips. "I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry. It wasn't like I planned this."
"It's okay," whispered Carm with a grin, "I mean, I could have moved out of the way."
"Yes, you could have," said Kat with a grin. "Why didn't you?"
"Well. shut up sis!"
"Oh, you two are sisters too?" asked Matt with a grin as amused as Kat's.
"Half-sisters actually. You guys are brothers."
"Full-blooded. ain't it a shame."
"Shut up Matt!" hissed Jeff.
"Maybe I should know your name," said Kat, moving in front of Jeff, "I'm Kat Wild and that was my sister, Carm Hilton you were just making a move on."
"I'm Matt Hardy," said Matt, going up to Carm, "that was my brother Jeff who was molesting you."
"Would you just shut up?" said Carm and Jeff to their siblings.
"I think we're embarrassing them," said Kat, nudging Matt, "let's go over there and pretend we're not paying any attention to them."
"Seems like a plan."
"Could it be that having an older sister's as annoying as having an older brother?"
"I think so. But Kat's making up for lost time."
"How so?"
"Well, she found out about me and my mom six months ago. So she feels it's her duty to catch up on twenty years or so of torturing me."
"Hold on tight. It'll be hell."
Carm looked up at Jeff and had trouble taking her eyes from his wildly colored hair. She didn't want to ask why he colored it. She just knew she loved it.
"It's so soft," she whispered, touching a long blue lock.
"Thanks."
"All right kids," said Kat, coming over to them, "the two of you seem to have connected. So how's this? Dinner tonight at our hotel?"
"Sounds good," said Jeff.
"Sounds wonderful," said Carm.
"Kat gave me the directions. At eight, right?"
"Eight seems perfect."
"Bye."
"Bye."
"Bye."
"Bye."
"I'll have to admit you were right," said Carm looking at her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing the pantsuit Kat had gotten her earlier that day.
"About what?" asked Kat, fastening her watch around her wrist.
"The outfit. without the bra or the top, it looks fantastic."
"Didn't I say it would? Now, stop admiring yourself in the mirror and finish getting ready. We have to meet Matt and Jeff, your breast-grabbing loverboy, in two minutes."
"Shut up!"
"What? You want him, don't you?"
"Yes."
"So?"
"He's not my loverboy yet."
"But soon?"
"Soon."
Dinner went perfectly with the couples forming without effort. After dinner, all four young people wandered into the lounge where a typical lounge singer was setting up.
"What do you guys want to do?" asked Kat.
"Actually, this seems all right," said Jeff, looking at the almost empty lounge. "We can enjoy ourselves without worrying about being too loud."
"Yeah."
They crowded into the booth laughing while ordering drinks from the elderly waiter.
"Think he'll make it back with our drinks before the bar closes?" asked Carm.
"I doubt it."
As the singer started to croon, Matt extended a hand to Kat and led her out to the dance floor. Jeff turned to Carm with a mischievous grin.
"Want to join them?"
"Absolutely not. You?"
"Not really. I was asking to be polite. Did I mention you looked lovely tonight?"
"Thanks."
"Really," he said nodding, his eyes fixated on the soft curve of her breasts. "You do."
"You know," she whispered to him, "they feel even nicer than they look."
"I know. I remember."
From the dance floor, Matt and Kat watched their siblings hurry out of the restaurant.
"I win the bet," she said with a grin up at him.
"True. Do you want cash or credit card?"
"How about you pay me. in a different way?" she asked with a seductive shadow in her eyes.
"I thought you'd never ask."
"Your room or mine?"
"Yours. Jeff and I had an agreement."
"Yours," said Carm, "Kat and I had an agreement."
Jeff pressed the 'close' button on the elevator and gently pushed Carm against the wall, bracing his hands beside her head. He softly blew against her full lips, making her shiver.
"Kiss me," she begged.
"If I start now, we won't make it to the room."
Finally, after way too long a minute, the elevator doors opened and Carm pulled Jeff out.
"Which room?" she asked eagerly.
"Follow me."
Both young people ran to the room and Jeff swung the door open, letting Carm in before him. He watched her body glide under the silk of her
pantsuit and had to stop himself from pouncing.
"All right," she said, watching him as he locked the door. "We're here."
"Yeah, we are."
"So do your stuff."
Jeff grinned and walked up to Carm, lightly blowing on his fingers. With her eyes following his every move, he slowly unbuttoned the buttons on her jacket, spreading the fabric and exposing her soft skin and enrapturing breasts.
"Damn," he whispered, bringing his face incredibly close to her chest, "I didn't know they looked that good."
"Thank you."
Jeff's tongue shot out of his mouth so fast Carm barely had the time to see his before it ran along the puckered crest of her nipple. But she felt it. all the way down to her toes. His lips tightened on her breast and suckled until she thought she would dissolve into a puddle of sensuality.
"You do that incredibly well," she whispered, running her fingers through his rainbowed locks.
"It's a talent," he said before picking her up and taking her to the bed.
By the time they made it there, their clothes had disappeared and their skins rubbed together heatedly. Then, his mouth fused with hers and Carm thought she'd expire on the spot. If she'd thought the pantsuit's fabric had felt good against her skin, Jeff's kiss forced her to rethink the difference between a good feeling and a 'good' feeling. She briefly thought of asking him what he used on his lips but the question flew from her mind. His lips were as soft as could be and when they touched her, it started her ride to ecstacy. Her eyes fluttered in delight and looked up at him.
What a damn good kisser, she thought. Hell, as far as she was concerned, he could spend the whole night on her lips.
But then, Jeff made a liar out of her as he slid down her body. When his tongue went for the precious manna between her legs, she thought, for a moment, that she saw the face of God she came so powerfully. Her heels kicked against the mattress and Jeff's flanks as the first, of many, orgasms rocked through her body.
Then, with one fluid movement, he became a part of her. To Carm, she felt everything. Having him inside her made her feel higher than any drug, like she could feel every pore of her body, every muscle, every joint and Lord only knew it felt like Heaven.
Morning came and found Carm as she pulled on her jacket and walked to the door while Jeff slid into a pair of track pants.
"Meet me downstairs for breakfast," he whispered in her ear, laying a gentle kiss behind the hollow of her ear.
"Will do."
"Tell my brother not to make too much noise, I need to catch up on sleep. You kept me up all night."
"Excuse me, but there were two of us going at it, you little pervert."
"That I won't deny."
"Come on," said Carm as she knocked on the door, "one of you get decent and open the damn door!"
"Coming," shouted Matt. "Sorry it took so long."
Carm drank in the sight of Matt's half open pants and his bare feet and smothered a grin.
"Get dressed and get out," she chuckled softly, "I need to catch up on some sleep and I doubt I'll be able to do that with you and my sister going at it."
"Carm!"
"Hey, we were all busy last night. We all need to sleep."
Carm dropped her purse on the coffee table and walked to the bathroom.
By the time she came back, clad in a thick hotel bathrobe, Matt was gone and Kat was sprawled across her bed, a tired, but satisfied, smile on her face.
"So," asked Carm, sitting next to her sister, "how was your night?"
"You know what they say about the quiet ones?"
"Thunderous on the inside?"
"Damn straight."
Carm chuckled and moved to her bed, slipping out of her robe.
"How was yours?" asked Kat.
"Silk," whispered Carm before drifting off to sleep. "Pure silk."