Keeping Up With Kylie Series

Prologue: "Pilot"

The first day I met Kylie, her mother invited my fiancée, Angela, and I over for dinner. I'd seen her on a few episodes of their reality television show that Angela watched faithfully, but I never thought that I, a young rapper from Compton, would ever eat at the home of the world's most popular family. I could tell that Angela was just as nervous and I lifted her knuckles to my lips. She smiled as Kris made introductions in the kitchen. Their home was very impressive, but I imagine that it has to be when you live on a television set.

"Hello, Mrs J."

"Hi, Michael! Are you sure I can use your given name. I don't want to be too informal," my beautiful neighbor, Kris, says holding me in a maternal embrace and stepping back to flatten the back of her dark pixie haircut. "This is my husband Bruce!"

A shaggy haired man wearing reading glasses stands from his newspaper at the breakfast bar, shakes my hand and gracefully proceeds to plant a double-cheeked kiss on the magnificent specimen that I was able to call mine.

Kris continues.

"My daughter, Kendall. She has a birthday coming up." Kris gestures towards a long haired teen balancing her chin on a fist by the counter.

Kendall suddenly stands and glares at Kris.

"Mom," the gangly teen admonishes with widened eyes, "you said you wouldn't do this."

"Kendall is definitely a fan. She and Kylie love your song...what's it called? It's the one where you say city."

"Rack City. I was in his video," Angela smiles shyly at me and I mirror her expression, thankful that she feels comfortable enough to speak.

"Kim told me that Make It Nasty was your favorite. It's nice to meet a fan," I say to Kendall and she smirks, knowing that if her socialite of a sister, Kim, has already mentioned it then I will be booked for her party.

"Speaking of Kylie- KYLIE! Where is that girl? Kylie," Kris yells.

"She's in her room hiding," Kendall says with a smug grin.

"What do you mean hiding? Kylie, get down here this minute! I'm going to count to ten!"

"She probably can't even hear you. She was on that Tumblr thing looking for pictures of herself when I came down. That's all you girls ever do- look at pictures of yourself," Bruce grumbles, exasperated.

"Look who's talking," Kendall scoffs.

"I can just go up and surprise her since I'm the reason she's hiding," I suggest.

"That would be great. She's the third door on the right, upstairs. We'll be in the dining room when you both come back. Angela, come. You have to tell me all about your business." Kris shuffles everyone into the dining room and I walk into the foyer taking the steps two at a time.

The third door on the right is closed and I knock. There is no response, but I can hear harsh breathing. Afraid that the kid may have asthma or suffers some mild form of panic attacks, I open the door- and stiffen in the doorway, seized with shock and disgust at the sight of a naked teen, blanched and thin-lipped. Her head rolls in the throws of heated passion as she intimately massages herself.

Sprawled eagle with her back to me, Kylie is leaning on an elbow- moaning and mewling softly as she pleasures herself. She lies completely flat and I see a laptop between her legs with a collage of my pictures plastered all over the screen.

She is pleasing herself to my photos?

Suddenly, she opens her hooded eyes and stares directly into my soul as she finger combs her hair with her idle hand before twirling a small, rosy nipple between the fingers.