Five.

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Tilly

I’ve experienced this moment before. It’s a moment where you wake up and for a millisecond you don’t know where you are but it doesn’t matter. You’re in a bed and you’ve been sleeping, and you feel great, you know all that, but you don’t know where you are, until it hits you, BAM! right in the face. You’re in your stepbrother’s bed, you’re naked, and those things that you remember doing the night before, that wasn’t just a particularly vivid dream, that actually happened for real.

Fuck.

A really good fuck.

A fuck better than any other.

Rain pelts so hard against the window I feel like it’s going to break through and bring the whole house down. I’m surprised it hasn’t woken me earlier, but then I wasn’t exactly ready to get up either.

“There she is, miss sleepy head.”

Landon is already at the breakfast table, halfway through his toast. He smiles at me when I sit down, a gaze of conspiratorial delight shared between us both, a guilty secret I hope isn’t evident on either of us. What if I smell of him still? What if Mom really did hear us last night when she chose the most inopportune moment of any to get up and relieve herself? What if this healthy glow that feels like warm water coursing through my veins is so obvious it can mean only one thing?

“We thought you were going to sleep on through until the afternoon. You must have been really exhausted.”

Does she know? Is that why she’s looking at me like that, a broad smile carved across her face, a glint of recognition in her eye. Has Landon told her? Are they all waiting for me to confess my sins?

“She was out like a light.”

Landon winks at me when he says that, but he does it when Mom’s back is turned, when Marvin has returned his attention to one of his magazines and the coast is clear enough to risk it. The glare I give him back is the best I can do to warn him. We are lucky we didn’t get caught. Screwing your stepsister up against the wall is bad enough, but doing it in the same tiny space that your parents are living in as well? That’s like cooking on a campfire while wearing an apron soaked in gas.

I decide to change the subject. The rain hasn’t failed to catch my attention and if it continues, which it looks likely to, it completely fucks up our plans for today. Bad weather means a day inside with the family playing board games and chatting instead of a day outside with Landon swimming naked in a clear blue pool, and I don’t know whether I can cope with that and then another night of noiseless fucking to relieve ourselves of the tension, as incredible as it was. Holding in a multiple orgasm, when all you want to do is scream to let it all out, is like trying to hold down a thousand hiccups. I am so surprised we managed it, and I have no idea whether we’ll be able to do it again. I guess, if this continues, we’ll have to. It isn’t ideal, but it’s clearly better than not doing it at all, and both of us now know that’s not even an option. I can barely resist him, and he knows that now. I managed for the rest of the evening yesterday, but it would have been much shorter than that if Marvin hadn’t made a miraculous recovery and turned up to ruin things.  

“It’s raining.”

“It’s been raining all night, Tilly. You must have slept through it.”

I can barely see the bottom of the garden, and the decking is completely soaked through. Where the football smashed through the glass, the carton we used to fix it has gone soggy, leaving a leaked pool of water on the ground underneath it. Marvin’s put a bucket down but it’s not really doing anything. This is shit.  

“It doesn’t look like it’s going to stop.”

I can barely hide the genuine disappointment in my voice. I don’t want to feed Landon’s ego any more than I already have, but I was looking forward to today. I was looking forward to getting to know him more, without Mom and Marvin hanging around like gatecrashers at a private party. It’s good to spend time as a family, but there is stuff I want to talk to Landon about that I can’t do with these two around. We haven’t even talked about what happened last night, aside from a few whispers of agreement about how much we enjoyed it, and I kind of want to give it the attention that it deserves, principally because I want to relive it again, every single perfect moment of it.

After that, when all the talking’s done, and I’m satisfied we are on the same page, or at least I’m satisfied that Landon understands that I’m not giving in to him too easily, that he has to work for what we are sharing and that every single connection like the one last night has special importance to me, we can fuck each other’s brains out, and I can scream into the air when I’m done.

“Looks like you might have to leave the lake trip for another day.”

“We could go anyway.”

“In this weather? Don’t be silly, Tilly. How are you going to sunbathe and swim with the rain pelting down around you?”

“We could just go for a drive.”

And fuck in the car.

“Wait for a while and see if it clears up. I’m sure Landon doesn’t want to drive through this mess.”

“It is coming down pretty hard, Tilly. I mean if we went out in this, it would be really hard to see where we were going. It’s a big difference to the weather we had yesterday. A huge difference.”

I don’t even need to tell you which words Landon was emphasizing then, his gaze never once dropping from mine.

Mom nods, completely clueless as to what he’s referring to. “There you go, listen to your stepbrother. It ought to change later on.”

I’m reminded again of the label that has been thrust upon us, and I find myself wondering whether it makes any difference at all. Last night was better than anything I could have ever expected, perhaps as a combination of the situation we found ourselves in, but largely, and most importantly, because I experienced a side of Landon I never thought existed.

I don’t overestimate when I talk about how he made me feel, how he makes me feel in general, both physically and emotionally. That orgasm, all of those orgasms, from both of the times we have fucked have just deepened and deepened in intensity. When I look at him now, across the table when we eat, sideways when I’m stuffed into the sofa next to him, so close our noses are touching, I don’t want to look away, and I don’t want to think about anything else. And what I see in Landon, and I hope for my own sake that I’m not misunderstanding him, is the same thing coming right back at me.

We both talk a good game, Landon especially, and we’ve both been masking true meaning with cleverly constructed sub text, both when alone and with Mom and Marvin, but I feel like we are both intelligent enough to understand what it is we really mean and want from each other, even if we are only saying it indirectly, or not even saying it at all.

The real test will come when the vacation is over, Landon gets into his car and Mom, Marvin and I get into ours, and we all leave here and return to our normal lives, which is why getting as much time alone with Landon while I can is important. I have a feeling he thinks I want to dig my claws into him and never let go, but it’s not like that, I just want to entertain that as a possibility, while making it clear to him that if he wants us to fuck, he does so with the same open minded attitude. I’m not here as some kind of sexual tension reliever, even if the sex is so good it might even justify it, and i’m not going to allow him to treat me as such, which is why I probably should have tried a little bit harder to resist him last night.

I’m only human though, I was extremely horny, and this is Landon Maddox, my secret guilty crush, even though I would never tell him I thought it.

The morning passes and the rain continues, showing no signs of any intention to stop. I spend large parts of it looking forlornly out of the window at mist rising off the sodden earth or tree tops swaying in the accompanying wind. Mom busies herself in a way that she has perfected, while Marvin, never one to say much anyway, plods slowly through a nature magazine, or dozes lightly, head tilted back, mouth open.

I want to encourage Landon to join me in the bedroom, just so we can be alone together, but every time I think i’ve found out a way to do it without sounding like we are doing something suspicious, I can’t seem to convince myself it’ll work and end up not saying anything at all.

It doesn’t seem right, anyway. Landon and I in the bedroom together with the door closed. What would we be doing? I suppose we could watch one of the films I’ve brought, but why not watch it out here? We could play a board game, but again, why would we need to do it privately? Even if we did manage to sneak off behind a closed door, we still wouldn’t be able to talk openly.

Each time I look at him, I feel my insides dancing about with nervous excitement. Any more butterflies and I’d have to open a conservatory. Just with a quick glance, I can’t help but tell him I need him, and he knows it too. I can’t seem to concentrate on anything else. I can’t seem to go five minutes without looking over, as though I have to keep checking I haven’t somehow missed my chance with him, that he’s still thinking the same or he hasn’t just disappeared entirely.

Just after lunch, when we are all sat in the living room and I’ve read the same paragraph in my book about a hundred times because I just can’t think about anything else but Landon, and the rain, if anything, is coming down even harder than it was this morning, which is souring my mood even further, he gets up to go to the bathroom.

“Where I you going?” I say, accusingly, without even thinking about how inappropriate it is, and that asshole comes back with,

“The bathroom, is that alright, Tilly? I mean, you can join me if you want.”

That’s embarrassing. I have to laugh it off, even though I know I’m going red, but it’s a mistake I’d love to have a chance at rectifying, not because it reveals to Mom and Marvin anything about what Landon and I have been up to, but simply because it confirms to Landon, if there were any doubt remaining, exactly what he’s been accusing me of being unable to admit. That I can’t resist him, no matter what I say, I can’t hold myself back.

“It’s not going to stop just because you’re staring at it.”

“It might.”

“Why don’t you find something useful to do?”

“Like what?”

“You could art?”

“That’s not a verb, Landon. You don’t just art.”

“Sculpt then, whatever. You look like you need to do something with your hands.”

“I haven’t got my materials with me, and I’m not in the right mood anyway. I wish the decking had a veranda, at least we could go out then. It’s not good to be cooped up inside.”

“Plenty of board games.”

“We could play twister.”

Trust Landon to think of the game with the highest chance of physical contact.

“I’m not sure if they’ve got twister, but you could take a look.”

Trust Mom to see the innocence in that suggestion. Twister has only ever been played to get closer to someone you like, she can’t be that naive not to realize it.

“Isn’t anyone else bored?”

“Yep.”

Landon puts his hand up.

“Me too.”

I flop down on the couch next to him, unable to keep myself away from him any longer. I know there’s another seat available, and I barely fit into this one, but I’m going to sit here anyway, there’s nothing wrong with that, is there?

“I’m so bored my muscles are seizing up.”

“I bet it’s not raining at the lake.”

“You’re that desperate to go, huh?”

Landon wouldn’t be able to wipe that smug grin off his face even if it were raining inside the house.

“No.”

“Doesn’t sound like it to me.”

“We could check.”

Does that sound desperate? Wanting to go to the lake doesn’t mean I automatically want to fuck him. I mean, he doesn’t know that at least.

“That’s like a monsoon brewing out there, Tilly.”

Maybe he’s bored of me already. Fuck. Maybe I’m falling for him and he’s not falling for me, except I know he wants me because I can see it in his eyes every time he looks over. Every time I look at him I get a look back that tells me. He’s the one that made this happen in the first place, both times. If Mom and Marvin weren’t here now, we’d be fucking. He wants to, I know that, so why is he holding out on me? Is it to make me beg? Is it because he wants to be sure? Is it really raining that hard?

“You’ve never driven in a monsoon?”

“I just don’t like taking unnecessary risks.”

“Very wise, Landon”, Mom says. “It’s a real mess out there still and the last thing we want is for you to slip about on the road and have an accident.”

Asshole.

“You could be missing out on a hell of a lot with an attitude like that.”

“You’re forgetting, I’ve already seen what’s out there.”

Double asshole. I know he’s fucking around because of the way he’s smiling at me to goad me on, which means this is a test and I just have to find the right words to convince him, but fuck him. I shouldn’t play, but I can’t not.

“You never want to see it again?”

“I can wait until the rain passes.”

“Maybe I can’t.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Seriously. I might change my mind tomorrow. I might be over it. The lake, the sunbathing, everything. Come to think of it, I might even move my bed back in here. The only reason I slept for so long was because I was up half the night with your snoring.”

“Huh.”

Bingo. Just the possibility that I could stop this any time I want seems to be having some effect.

“You know the lake is always going to be there, right?”

“We might not be though, and tomorrow it might be raining again. This vacation isn’t going to last forever.”

“We can always come back.”

“Better to find out whether it’s worth it first or not.”

Zing! Strike two. Landon looks like he’s about to topple.  

“Alright. If you really, really want to, we can go, but if we go, we have to go all the way.”

I can’t hide my smile. Back seat or front seat? I’ve never fucked in a car before. How long can we get away with being outside for without Mom and Marvin getting sus? We could pretend to have been caught in it, pretend we actually did have an accident.

“Don’t be silly, Landon. Look at the weather. You don’t think going together is dangerous. You’ll regret it when you both get caught.”

Landon and I look at each other and then back to Mom. We know what she’s talking about, but she could equally as easily be talking about what Landon and I aren’t talking about. Again, I ask myself, does she know? It’s not impossible that she heard us last night, but would she really bring it up like this?

“You’re just going to get wet, Tilly. Really wet. And it’s going to be hard all the way for Landon. It’s a big risk-. What are you two laughing at?”

Landon and I can’t help it. When I’m finally able to gather myself and catch my breath, I’m crying so much I can barely see. Landon’s just as bad.

“What is wrong with you two?”

Marvin looks up from his magazine momentarily to give us the once over.

“Not enough oxygen in here I reckon.”

“Sorry, it’s just, I don’t know, something funny about what you said-.”

Landon can barely finish his sentence before he’s creasing over with laughter again.

“I’m just concerned about you two, that’s all. There’s nothing funny about that. I don’t want to get a call from someone that’s found you two on top of one another in a big pile.”

I know she’s talking about us having an accident, but based on what I hope we end up doing, it sends me into another uncontrollable fit of laughter, during which time I can’t help but press myself against Landon’s chest, put my hand on his thigh to try and steady myself and rest my head momentarily against his shoulder.

“Alright, do whatever you want, see if I care. You’re both adults anyway.”

Mom gives us a dismissive wave of her hand and returns to the kitchen to continue tidying up.

I turn to Landon, my belly already tumbling over nervously.

“Are you sure you want to go?”

“Are you sure you are ready to come again?”

The ‘again’ is tacked onto the sentence with just enough ambiguity that it doesn’t sound completely awkward. It still forces me to squeeze Landon’s thigh with a hidden hand just to make sure he doesn’t risk doing it again. Mom looks over momentarily, trying to place the origin of the yelp, satisfied enough that nothing is wrong when we both smile innocently back at her.

We are both ready in less than five minutes, as eager as each other to get out of the door. The sky above us is grey, but over in the distance, perhaps in the direction we are travelling, I can just about see a slither of blue.

To get to the car we have to rush through raindrops as big as broad beans, while Mom stands at the door watching us both go, perhaps worried we might not come back at all.

I cannot even begin to explain how thrilled I am, my stomach turning over so much I almost feel sick. I’m nervous because I know what's coming, excited because I want it more than anything else.

I’m wet when I get into the car, fifteen seconds underneath the rain enough to plaster my hair to my shoulders. A moment later, Landon is alongside me, his face wet, his T-shirt almost sodden through.

“This better be worth it, Tilly.”

“You already know it is.”

If Mom wasn't waving us away I’d kiss him right away. When we are far enough away she wouldn’t even be able to see us with her birding binoculars, I can’t keep my hands off him.

“That’s what I didn’t get to do this morning. If you’re lucky, I’ll show you the rest later on.”

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Landon

Tilly pulls herself away from me, but leaves her hand rested on my thigh, close enough to make me pay attention if she wants me to.

“You ought to be careful, Tilly. I might start thinking you actually like me.”

“I don’t think there’s any chance of that happening too soon, and don’t flatter yourself anyway, Landon, I was right on the edge of giving up.”

“Was that before or after you practically begged me to bring you out here? On such a beautiful day too.”

“You didn’t have to come if you didn’t want to.”

Rain hammers against the windshield and I have to drive slowly just to keep the car on the road.

“How could I refuse?”

“You can’t, obviously. So go on, admit it.”

“Admit what?”

“Admit you can’t resist me.”

I have to give her a look then, just to keep her in check.

“I knew it. Even with his career on the line, Landon Maddox couldn’t keep his hands off me.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t need to.”

“And my career is only on the line if they find out, which is why we better make it worth it if they do.”

Tilly holds my gaze for a while before I have to look back to the road.

“I came out here to see the lake, I don’t know what you’ve got in mind.”

“I’m not sure how much you’ll see with the windows all steamed up.”

I know exactly what she’s got in mind even if she plans to play it hard to get. She knows I know too, that’s what that little display was all about when we’d barely even left the house, that’s why she’s got her hand inches away from my dick, and why she doesn’t mind me squeezing her leg when I should be changing gear.

“I’m not going to tell anyone by the way. Not unless you piss me off.”

“I guess I better behave myself then.”

“Well I didn’t say that.”

It’s a forty five minute drive to the lake in this weather, and when we get there, it’s still raining too heavily to get out of the car. In the distance I can see blue skies, and light breaking through thick grey cloud, but right where we are, it’s like being stuck in a washing machine. I kill the engine, and the windows fill with water so quickly I feel like we are sinking underwater. We can barely see out of them, but it doesn’t matter. Even if someone else were stupid enough to be out in this, it means they wouldn’t be able to see in. Tilly can’t see the lake, but I know that’s not why she’s demanded we come here anyway.

“Stunning.”

“I don’t know. Looks a little rocky from this side. A little dangerous.”

“It might look different if you get a bit closer.”

I’ve practically been hard or at least semi hard for most of this vacation, but yesterday and today, after Tilly and I fucked for the first time, then couldn’t fuck because of Dad’s Lazarus appearance, and then fucked again, but slowly and quietly, I’ve been a hair trigger away from exploding. I don’t like to admit it, but Tilly is driving me wild, without really doing anything out of the ordinary either.

Just watching her gets me going, listening to her talk about nothing when she’s really talking about us, seeing the way her brain ticks over, it turns me on. Last night was incredible, even if we were restricted, perhaps because of it, and right now I want to rip her clothes off with an urgency that risks betraying just how I feel about her, which, by the way, seems to grow in intensity the more time that passes.

I’ve had feelings like this before, beginnings of relationships that mirror this one, but not once as an independent adult have I had a similar situation, where we have to sneak around to snatch moments together, hiding in front of others what we really want to say to each other. I feel like a teenager again, sneaking out of the house to make out with one of the cheerleaders from the club, and I wonder how long we’ll have to keep doing it for.

“Are you seducing me?”

“Are you letting yourself be seduced?”

Tilly flutters her eyelids. She sweeps her hair away from her face, poses theatrically, purses her lips together and then bites the lower one. Finally, she flops back into the seat casually, a wide smile breaking out across her face.

“Last night was pretty fucking intense, Landon. I thought I was going to break.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“What if you can’t improve on it?”

“I guess I’ll just have to try real hard.”

“I’ve never fucked in a car before, it seems kind of restrictive.”

“At least you can scream in here without anyone hearing you.”

“That sounds like a luxury I didn’t think I’d get today.”

“You might have to make the most of it, if Dad continues his rapid recovery.”

“Maybe we’ll just have to end the vacation early so we can carry on at home.”

“What if you decide this is just a holiday romance?”

“I might have to ask your coach that question.”

“He might suggest you continue with it.”

“I guess we’ll just have to see if I can fit you into my busy life then.”

“And you into mine.”

“Between your dates with underwear models?”

“Underwear models are boring people.”

“Oh, I know that already. They don’t even scream when they fuck.”

“Then I guess you’re in safe hands.”

“I wouldn’t say that, you are my stepbrother after all.”

“I wouldn’t say that either, people will begin to talk.”

“Then I guess we have to keep it a secret.”

“If you want to keep it at all.”

“I haven’t made my mind up yet. I hate you remember, it’s a bit of an obstacle.”

“You seem to be doing alright so far.”

“I’m learning.”

“I can see.”

“What else can you see?”

“Fantastic body, good sense of humor, spirited outlook.”

“A dangerous combination.”

“Perhaps.”

“Go on.”

“Fortitude. Adventure. Passion. Depth.”

“Now I know you’re trying to seduce me.”

“Is it working?”

“Ask me into the back and I’ll tell you.”

“If I ask you into the back you’ll have to show me instead.”

“I haven’t got much space to work with.”

“I have faith enough that you’ll manage.”

“Then I guess that leaves me with no choice.”

“Would you like to come into the back with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Tilly kicks her shoes off and climbs from the passenger seat into the back seat, small enough to fit across all three of them lying down. I pause for a moment just to take her in, before I can’t resist any longer and climb over the seat towards her.

“Be gentle”, she warns.

“Gentle was last night, Tilly. Today I’m going to make you scream.”

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you to set achievable goals, Landon, then you won’t be disappointed if they don’t come off?”

“Tell me that when you’re having another orgasm.”

“I’ll let you know when I have the first one.”

“Oh, really?”

Tilly nods. She doesn’t say anything because she’s too busy trying to hold down a laugh.

“You’re just going to lie there while I give you one then are you?”

“No, I’m just going to lie here while you try.”

“Is that right?”

Tilly nods again.

“Ok, but if you don’t like my technique, tough.”

I’ve got half a mind to work her right up to the edge and stop, so I can make her come if I want to just by blowing gently on her skin, and deny her it until she begs me to do it. That ought to serve her right for teasing me, but I know I haven’t got the heart to do it.

“Is that what you call it?”

I don’t even bother answering that one. I just give her a glare that tells her everything she needs to know about my technique, while I run a hand underneath her dress up to her inner thigh, but not quite far enough to reach her panties. Tilly practically has to hold her breath to stop herself from moaning, her toes pressed firmly enough against the car door to make her thighs tense up.

“You might have to take them off.”

“You might have to take them off for me.”

“Alright.”

She has cute little buttons at the front of her dress that I open to reveal her belly. Her belly button is a cute little pinch of skin in a squashed O that looks like the knot at the top of a balloon and I can’t resist covering it in light little kisses that make her squirm as my stubble tickles her.

“If I make you come we have to do the same again tonight.”

“Alright.”

This was always going to happen. Once we began, I knew we wouldn’t be able to keep our hands off each other. What I didn’t realize was how much I’d enjoy it. Tilly runs her fingers through my hair, pulling me into her, pushing me away when she can’t take it any more or simply needs a break to let her flesh cool, or her skin adjust to the sensation.

Her dress lays open at her sides like a gown, while her bra and panties lie in bunched up balls of fabric by my feet and Tilly displays herself to me, shivering a little, not because of the cold, giggling and moaning in equal measure as I touch her. She looks beautiful, fragile even, but strong too, wilful, compliant, collegial.

I tease her with kisses in sensitive places, gentle but insistent movements of my tongue and fingers, lustful squeezes and playful nibbles all over her body.

Even though she doesn’t want to show me, or at the very least let me see it, I know that she’s enjoying every single piece of erotic or sensual attention I’m giving her. I know she can’t get enough of me, and even though it’s not my intention either, in doing what I’m doing, I’m showing her just how much she already means to me. This isn’t just another fuck in a career of plenty, this is much more than that. Just lying there and letting me turn her on is turning me on just as much. Eventually she gives up trying to hold herself back, breathes heavily and lets out a series of lustful moans, while she arches her back and pushes her tender pussy into my mouth.

If I could pull myself away for a moment, I would chastise her for her inability to resist demonstrating the effect I’m having on her, but I can’t, so I don’t. Tilly rubs her clit against my tongue and lower lip, before deciding that the position isn’t quite correct for what she wants to do, pushes me away and gets up onto all fours, her legs spread and her back arched up to push her ass up into the air. It’s an incredibly inviting position, and I’m so hard already I could easily force my way inside her and push us both to a magnificent climax, but Tilly has other ideas.

“Lick me.”

“I thought you were the shy and retiring type, Tilly.”

“Landon, lie down underneath me and lick me.”

The width of the car makes it difficult to get into the position she wants me in, which is essentially below her and slightly behind, so she can force herself against my mouth and rub her clit both against my tongue and my lip.

“You know if you come-.”

“I know.”

It doesn’t take her long, and it almost makes me come too. I haven't even got my dick out of my pants and Tilly’s holding onto the front seat as though it might fly off if she didn’t, her whole body tense and red and sweaty, moaning and screaming so loudly Rachel and Marvin could probably hear her if they opened the windows. I’ve barely started and Tilly’s already coming so hard her pussy’s convulsing so powefully on my tongue it feels like it might rip the thing out of my mouth and swallow it up entirely.

Honestly, her orgasm is so forceful, I’m surprised she doesn’t break something. The window, her pelvis, my chin.

I hold onto her tightly, until she struggles away from me, a shivering convulsing orgasmic mess unable to speak, barely able to breath, to sit hugging herself against the soft fabric upholstery of the seat, her dress pulled tightly around her, perhaps to stop her body from turning itself inside out.

I can still taste her on my lips, which are pins and needles numb from the battering she’s just given them.

“I’d probably better not do that again, Tilly, I don’t think you enjoyed that very much.”

“Clothes. Off. Now.”

Tilly’s barely comprehensive response is uttered out between large gulping breaths of air.

I don’t need to be told twice. My shoes are already off, which means all I need to do is remove my T-shirt and step out of my pants and boxer shorts. I’m back sat down again, naked this time, in less than half a minute. Tilly still hasn’t fully recovered, but it doesn’t stop her folding herself into me, her dress thrown to the floor on the way, to fully appreciate what I can offer her.

“That must have been a record.”

“It’s a promising start.”

“I thought I’d lost you completely.”

“I told you not to set the bar so high.”

“Something to work on then?”

“Definitely room for improvement.”

“I have to resit the exam?”

“I can’t pass you until you get it right.”

“Is there a limit to how often I can take it?”

“That depends on the availability of the examiner.”

“I’ll be sure to check and book myself in.”

“You do that.”

“I might need a couple of goes, of course.”

“You might need even more than that.”

“I’m not use to failing so often.”

“Then we’ll have to make sure you get a lot of practise.”

Tilly has placed herself on her knees in the fold of space between the front and back seats, between my legs with my dick in her hand. She’s neither wanking me or sucking me, she’s kind of just holding me and admiring my length.

“Are you ever not hard?”

“You see what I have to deal with on a daily basis.”

“It must be awful.”

“I’m glad you understand.”

“I hope I’m able to help.”

“It might take a while to master it.”

“I’m willing to put in the effort.”

“Not everyone is able to maintain that level of dedication.”

“Not everyone wants to win.”

“And you do?”

Tilly doesn’t answer me, not with words anyway. She shows me the kind of dedication she’s got by sucking me, licking me, swallowing as much of me as she can and pleasuring me in ways I can’t even remember being pleasured in before. In minutes she has me moaning loudly, caught in two minds about whether I should ask her to stop for fear I’ll come too soon or happy to let her continue what she’s doing because it feels far too good to end.

Luckily, Tilly makes that decision for me. She pulls away from my throbbing cock to come towards me, but not before she’s given me one last long lick the full length of my shaft, a big smile of satisfaction across her face like the cat that got the cream. If she could stand up straight she’d be doing so with her hand on her hip and her leg bent slightly at the knee to sass me.

As it is, she does as best as she can from a kneeling position, her hands spread out across my upper thighs dragging herself upwards towards me.

“Are you ready to pop my back seat cherry?”

“Well, if you ask so nicely.”

Tilly clambers onto the back seat to straddle me, but can’t quite get into position to do it properly while facing me and keeping her head away from the roof of the car. We decide the best, and perhaps only, position that will work with her in control is if she faces the other way, looking out of the water soaked windshield towards the lake hidden behind the steamed up blur of glass in front of us.

Like this, we can fit nicely together, and Tilly can maintain the control she wants, her feet just about reaching the floor enough to give her something to push against. With one hand gripping the edge of the seat to our side, and the other on the base of my cock she lowers herself towards me.

Tilly is as wet and inviting as she was all day yesterday and even though I present a sizeable challenge to her, I’m up and inside her deeply in seconds, as though my capacity is nothing and I was always meant to fit perfectly. Once in place, she grips the seat tightly with both hands, leans forwards slightly and begins to rock her hips, gently at first until she’s happy with the position.

It isn’t long before Tilly is bouncing up and down my cock, lifting herself off me almost completely before allowing herself to slide down again, leaning back into me at times to deliver me as deeply as possible inside her, at others leaned so far forwards she’s almost back inside the front cab, to press me up against her G-spot.

I gather the tight skin around her hips until my fingers turn white and she bats me away, or I pull lightly at her neck, or her nipples, or wrap her hair around my wrist and pull her into me.

“You know if I make you come-.”

It is noisy, heartfelt, passionate and restrictive. I bang my head twice, stub my toe against the metal frame of the driver's seat, nearly topple Tilly completely when trying to change my position, but it is magical too, delightful, genuinely, ball-achingly incredible, hot lustful and urgent.

The whole thing lasts much less time than the fuck we gave each other last night, but it’s also a polar opposite of what we are able do with each other. There we had limitations of noise where today our limitation is only the space that we find ourselves in. I’m noisier than I was the first time round, even noisier than I realize until I catch myself moaning, falling forwards into her back, pressing us both into the corner of the seat and the door.

We have moved from a seated fucking position into more of a traditional doggystyle, me humping Tilly so hard my balls make thwacking echoes against the tight folded skin of her pussy lips. I slap her too, her ass too pretty to resist, too cute not to punish. We weave through a series of different positions and postures, trying out each one rapidly, as though we have only a few seconds to enjoy it before moving onto the next, but we end up here, Tilly’s hands pressed up against the glass to force herself as powerfully as she can onto my thrusting cock, another orgasm ripping through her so intensely it threatens to crumble her into dust in front of me.

We come together, I am absolutely sure of it this time because it’s the combination of Tilly’s lustful moans and her convulsing pussy muscles that send me over the edge and past the point of no return.

She’s looking at me when I go, just enough flexibility in her neck muscles for us to be able to see each other, colluders in carnal desire, Tilly licking her lips wantonly, myself unable to mask the yearning I have for her. It’s ripping all over me, in every bead of sweat, every tensed muscle, every goose pimple and throbbing vein. I want her.

“Admit it.”

I’ve barely been able to get my breath back. I’m still hard inside her, still coming. I grin at her like a hungry wolf.

“I want you”, I say.

“Fuck, Landon. I want you too.”

“I know.”

I push myself just that little bit deeper inside her, just to see her pupils dilate.

“We can, can’t we?”

“We can try.”

“A holiday romance?”

“Just don’t tell Mom and Dad.”

“I mean it.”

“So do I. I don’t want to fuck things up when they’ve started so well.”

“It might be different in the real world.”

Tilly pushes herself back onto my cock, demanding I give her more.

“Only if we make it.”

“What do you want?”

“It’s too early to ask that question.”

“You’re right. It’s just-. It feels so good when you do that.”

“I think you’re changing your mind about me.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Then I’ll just have to keep working at it.”

“Will you?”

“If you let me I will.”

“Then I guess only time will tell.”

“I might finally pass the test.”

“I’ll let you know when you do.”

We fall back together into the seat, still locked together, me still hard, Tilly still sensitive, kissing, nibbling, stroking and pleasuring each other until the rest of the rain runs clear of the windows and the sun reveals the lake beyond like a hidden secret.

The timing is impeccable, the change remarkable. If it wasn’t for puddles by the side of the car, the last of the clouds escaping towards the hills in the distance, it would be impossible to tell it had rained at all.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful.”

“I know, right. The lake isn’t bad either.”

Tilly pushes me away, her mind set on something else now.

I reach to pull up my boxer shorts but Tilly stops me halfway.

“You promised me a swim.”

“A swim?”

“One swim, no clothes.”

“What would your mother say if she knew?”

“Come on, Landon, it’s only a swim. I can’t help it if I’m so sexy I turn you on.”

“You’re beginning to sound a lot like me.”

“Then maybe we ought to spend less time together.”

“Yeah, like that’s going to happen.”

Tilly opens the car door and a rush of warm fresh air swims in while I kick away my pants and boxershorts. Out of nowhere the sun has lit up the sky and cleared the rain clouds away.

“Sunny spells are forecast.”

Tilly grins.

“A bright future ahead.”

“Race you to the lake?”

“I’ll even give you a head start.”

“What are you going to give me when I win?”

“The same thing you give me when you lose.”

“You better buy some more condoms then.”

“If I buy them, that means we’ve got to use them.”

“We’ll work something out.”

“Tilly?”

“Yeah?”

“Promise me something.”

“Go on.”

“Don’t cry when I beat you.”

“Ass-hole.”

In a fit of giggling, Tilly pushes me away enough to struggle free from the car, and is already halfway towards the lake before I manage to get out myself and break into a sprint.

We break the cold water together, the pair of us up to our waists before the cold has a chance to sink into us. It may have turned into a sunny day, but the water is fucking freezing, much colder than it was the last time I was up here. It’s enough to shrink my dick and send my balls up tight to the warmth of my body. Tilly hugs herself against it before I pull her in towards me.

“This isn’t exactly what I’d imagined.”

Tilly can barely stop her teeth from chattering.

“At least it isn’t raining.”

“Landon?”

“What?”

“Kiss me, you jerk.”

“That, I can do.”

I pull Tilly towards me and walk a little deeper into the lake so she can use the buoyancy of the water to lift her legs up and keep them wrapped around my waist. I’d love to fuck her like this, and just having her in such close proximity makes my dick hard in seconds. She feels it against her and shakes her head.

“That would be stupid.”

“Real stupid.”

I don’t know who does it first, or whether we do it together, but a few moments later, without even discussing it, without even helping it along the way, I’m back up inside her. It’s not to fuck her, it’s to feel it, inside her, without a condom on, the risk, the danger, the need of it too much for either of us to resist, and for a long while until the cold of the water finally beats us back to the car, we are one, Tilly’s legs locked around my waist, my entire length up inside her, fixed together and frozen in time.

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Tilly

I never thought perfection would come to me while standing waist deep in the crystal clear water of a freezing cold lake, but I guess I never thought I’d be doing it with Landon Maddox either, so maybe I thought perfection wasn’t ever going to come at all.

Still shivering, still locked together, I hug myself tightly into him and hold on for as long as I dare. Doing it without a condom on is fucking stupid and we both know that, but it seems like we both know too that trying to resist something when you want it more than anything else is pretty much impossible as well.

We’re not fucking either, I mean, he’s inside me, and I’m not resisting it, but neither of us are moving. Neither of us need to come. I’d describe this as an intimate hug rather than a form of copulation, and intimate hugs don’t end in pregnancy.

I rest my head in the curve where his neck meets his shoulder, nuzzle into the warm moist skin, and feel the sun on my back just hot enough in the fading light of the afternoon to keep me from wanting to move. I could stay here forever and be happy, at least while the sun stays out.

“You want to swim?”

“Not yet.”

This place is really beautiful. The lake gives way to a low line of hills that feed further back into mountains and disappear into a hazy horizon. There may be more rain on the way at a distance, but right now it’s sunshine and blue skies and we are the only people here to enjoy it. Perhaps the only two people in a fifty mile radius or more. There’s something special about that, something important, and the isolation we find ourselves in makes me think more seriously about the feelings I’m beginning to develop for him.

The Donkey. I’m actually fucking The Donkey. It’s happened. Landon fucking Maddox is my casual hook up that could turn into a serious relationship. He’s also my stepbrother, which seems to be bothering me much more than it does him. In fact, Landon seems to be taking this all in his stride. He’s undoubtedly more experienced than I am, but maybe he should be more wary too, I mean the things I’ve read about him. The one night stands, the relationships that never were, the string of women. The false starts and fuck ups, the effect it’s all had on his career.

This could all end in nothing when we go back home, and it could all end in nothing even if we both wanted it to continue if the wrong people found out about us. And then maybe I’m just getting ahead of myself. Maybe I just can’t believe I’ve really got what I always wanted just in case someone comes along and steals him away from me.

“Tilly?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve got to move, I’m freezing my balls off.”

I pull away to look at him, my eyes narrowing theatrically.

“And here I was thinking you were going to say something romantic.”

“I don’t want to spoil you too soon.”

I’m not annoyed, I actually find it quite funny.

“Ass-hole.”

I struggle away, which he makes more difficult by holding onto my legs until I eventually manage to kick free, and swim a little towards the centre of the lake. The water is so clear I can see the bottom. It isn’t deep either, perhaps a metre or so at this point, up to three metres further out. Swimming feels good too, and swimming naked really liberating. Believe it or not, I’ve never done it before, but mostly because I’ve never had the opportunity.

Landon gives chase and I splash water at him just to let him know he has to keep his distance, which he does. I dive under, the cold water making my eyes sting for a moment, swim past Landon to pinch his ass on the way and break the water about twenty metres further up.

I can’t touch the bottom here, so I tilt backwards instead, to float on the lightly bobbing surface and look up at the thick spread of blue sky above me. That little swim has been energetic enough to flood my body with warmth, and lying here in the silence of the landscape that surrounds us feels like one of the best things i’ve ever done in my whole life.

When Landon unexpectedly breaks the water between my legs, replacing that silence with a volley of splashing and screaming, I nearly have a heart attack. I’m ready to berate him, kick him hard in the balls or force his head under the water until he screams a stream-of-water apology, but he doesn’t give me time. As soon as I’ve opened my mouth, he’s closed it again with a kiss and then gathered me up in his arms, to lift me up into the air above him like a trophy.

Up here I feel on top of the world. Up here, the sun now warming my back, I feel better than I did in the water. Landon has his hands on my hips, placed perfectly not to cause me any discomfort, and I’m light enough for him to be able to lift me all the way over his head, and balanced enough to be able to hold my arms out in front of me and pretend I’m a superhero.

“You planning any more shocks for me?”

“Come on, we both knew that was going to happen.”

“Just because I lie down on my back doesn’t mean I’m giving you an invite to put your head between my legs.”

“I’ll remind you of that later.”

“I don’t care what you do later, as long as you don’t make a sound.”

“Our sex life is so restrictive.”

“At least it’s less restrictive than it was two days ago.”

“I can’t wait until we get home.”

“Why? What are you going to do then?”

“If you lie down again, I’ll show you.”

“I’m going to need a bed.”

“I’m sure that can be arranged.”

“Maybe a jacuzzi.”

Landon shakes his head.

“Come on, I was about to get into it with you before Mom and Marvin showed up.”

“I wish we could have.”

“What we did was way better.”

“Tilly?”

“Yeah?”

“You look great from down here by the way.”

“Shut up and hold me steady.”

“I’m not the one wobbling about.”

“I guess you’re just not as strong as you thought you were.”

“Maybe you’re just having more of an affect than I thought you would.”

“You can put me down if you like.”

“You won’t tell anyone I had to?”

“It’ll be our secret.”

“Good, because my arms are fucking killing me.”

Landon half lowers half drops me to the water. To be fair, he has been holding me up in the air for a while, much longer than I expected. I’m impressed, even though I’m not going to tell him so. We tread water a little, spinning slowly in a neat little circle.

“What else do you need?”

“Not much. A bed and a jacuzzi is a good start. Somewhere to art.”

We both smile at that.

“A studio?”

“A space. I’m not a professional yet remember.”

“You will be soon though, right?”

“That’s the two year plan. Although who knows what will happen? If someone told me i’d be skinny dipping with my stepbrother in a lake in the middle of nowhere after knowing him for five days, I would have told them they were mad.”

“Where else are you going to go skinny dipping if not in a lake in the middle of nowhere?”

I have to splash water at him for that.

“What do you do when this is all over?”

“The same thing I always do. Play football.”

“And chase girls?”

“I’m hoping I won’t need to do that.”

I get water splashed back at me for that.

“You’ve got to look after me.”

“You don’t seem all that difficult to please.”

“Artists are complicated people.”

“Don’t sell yourself too short now.”

“Just a warning, you know, for when the honeymoon period is over and you start getting bored of me.”

“You seem to have a clear picture of a future that hasn’t even happened yet.”

“I’m thinking about that jacuzzi.”

“Finally.”

Landon begins to swim towards me.

“I just don’t want to be used up and tossed away like an old football, that’s all.”

I allow him to gather me up in his arms again, so I can press myself against his chest and lose myself in his body warmth. I feel stupid for saying it straight like that, without even hiding it in a mask of subtext, but I feel like we’re at the point where I need it to be said.

“Don’t worry, Tilly. I wouldn’t do that to family.”

“When are you going to stop being a smart-ass?”

“When I know you don’t enjoy me doing it anymore.”

“You know, that cockiness is going to get you into trouble one day.”

“I think it already has.”

Landon notices me shivering a little now that we’ve stopped swimming around.

“Come on, let’s get back to the car. It might take us a while to find somewhere selling condoms, and the last thing we want is for your mom and my dad to get concerned about our whereabouts.”

“They’re probably just as happy about the time alone as we are. They are newlyweds after all.”

“That’s gross, Tilly.”

“I’m just saying.”

Wrapped around his back, Landon carries me out of the water and back up towards the car. It isn’t raining any more, but the sun is disappearing quickly across the horizon and tonight feels like it’s going to get cold.

“Do you think they know?”

“About us? No way.”

In the car, Landon starts the engine and turns on the heater. We huddle together in front of it trying to get dry.

“Mom was acting weird this morning, she might have heard us last night.”

Landon shakes his head.

“No-one heard us last night. I think you’re just being paranoid. She didn’t seem weird when I got up.”

“Maybe we should hold off tonight, I don’t know whether I can be that quiet again.”

“I don’t know whether I can hold off.”

“I knew it.”

“Knew what.”

“You wouldn’t be able to resist me.”

“What can I say? You’re an attractive girl, you’re smart too, well balanced. You even like jacuzzis.”

“Maybe we would make a good couple.”

“How do you figure that?”

“Because I seem to be immune to your bullshit.”

“Now you’re just being nice.”

It takes so long for the heater to get us dry, we give up in the end and pull clothes back on over wet legs and arms.

“Next time we’ll have to bring a towel.”

“What will your mom say when she finds out we’ve been swimming?”

“She’s not going to find out, it was raining when we left remember?”

“Good thinking, Tilly.”

“Not just a pretty face.”

“No, I hear you’re training to be an artist too.”

“Shut up and get us back home.”

“Bored of me already?”

“I’m hungry. If we’re going to fuck again tonight, I’m going to need some more energy.”

“See?”

“What?”

“You really can’t resist me.”

“Then we are just as bad as each other.”

Landon pulls the car around and guides it back onto the road.

“I knew we wouldn’t be able to stop once we started.”

“You or me?”

Landon doesn’t answer that one. He just gives me one of his panty melting looks instead that tells me the question is rhetorical.

“Think we can get away with it tomorrow as well?”

“Maybe your dad will be well enough to go for a long walk, while we finally sit in that jacuzzi.”

“You wouldn’t prefer doing it on a bed instead?”

“There’s plenty of time for that, Landon. I don’t want to spoil you with comfort too soon.”

“I might get bored.”

“Or complacent.”

“Exactly.”

“Where are we going to buy condoms?”

“Tilly, you’re insatiable.”

“I’m just planning ahead. As much as I like the idea of fucking you without them, until I’m on birth control or you get a vasectomy, it’s a risk I’m not prepared to take.”

“We’ll find them, don’t worry. I’m not ready to go under the knife just yet. Of course, there’s always anal.”

“And I didn’t have you down as the bisexual type.”

“Funny.”

“I try.”

We find our way to a highway service station out on the main road, at which we fill up with gas, buy chocolate, a magazine that has a new advert of Landon in it and a large pack of condoms. This is the first time that Landon and I have been together with someone else who isn’t Mom or Marvin, in a public place doing something ordinary, and I know we aren’t it yet, but I can’t help imagine us as a normal couple in a normal relationship, doing something normal people do.

For just that briefest of moments, I forget completely that Landon is my stepbrother, and it feels absolutely incredible. At one point, I catch myself touching him in a way only two people who have been intimate would touch each other, and pull my hand away as soon as I realize as though the thing has caught on fire, just in case someone spots us.

We’re not anywhere near that moment yet and I have to be careful. The last thing I want to do is scare him off. The line between being clear about what you want and coming on too strong is a thin and murky one and I desperately don’t want to fuck it up.

Today, yesterday, tonight, tomorrow, it’s been so amazing already, it feels like a lot longer than only two days, and I want to make sure it turns into a lot more than that. I’m fairly convinced that Landon feels the same way too, but I’m not going to know for sure until we’re back in our normal lives doing that normal shit that makes us who we really are on a day to day basis. Landon’s inability to hold down a relationship, his track record, mine too, the fact that we are stepbrother and stepsister, all of those things conspire against us and if the feelings we have for each other aren’t strong enough, and our situation is too complicated to overcome, it’s all going to fall flat on it’s face before we’ve even begun, and these two days, will seem like the most distant point of a long journey we gave up on after only a few steps.

Added to that, even though he says otherwise, Landon likes chasing girls. He’s an underwear model for Christ sake, so it’s not like there isn’t a constant influx of new talent. I’d be lying if I didn’t say that bothered me. And then there is the fact that I’m going back to Uni in October. Ok, I’m only going one state across, but it does mean I’m not going to be as close to him physically as I want to be. Then there is his schedule. At home training for half of it, on the road for the other. I know not all men cheat, and Landon isn’t like that, but I worry about missing him, not being there enough for him, not being together enough for us both. And then I catch myself thinking this and realize it’s only been two days so far, and I should really just chill the fuck out and enjoy myself, except there are only two days left to do that and when we get home it could be a completely different story entirely.

“You’ve got a glow, you know. You’ve had it for the last two days.”

“What do you mean, a glow.”

“Your skin, it’s kind of glowing, like your blood is warm.”

“My blood is warm.”

“No, but I mean, more than that. You know that look you get just after you come, well it’s like that, but sort of permanent, like it doesn’t go away.”

“Huh.”

Landon kills the engine. We’re a back home now, just before dark. I can see Mom’s silhouette in the window waving at us.

“I thought I should tell you, you know, just in case your Mom asks what you’ve been up to and you have to think of an excuse on the spot.”

“Maybe it’s just my natural womanly glow.”

“I don’t think that will cut it.”

“You know, I think you’ve got it too.”

“The glow?”

“Yeah, now that you mention it. I wasn’t sure what it was before, but you’ve definitely got it.”

“A natural womanly glow?”

“Exactly.”

“Maybe we can tell them it’s something we ate.”

“Don’t, she’s probably still upset about Marvin getting sick.”

“Are you ready?”

I nod.

“We didn’t fuck, we just walked about in the rain and then went for a drive when the sun came out. I didn’t come. I didn’t suck anyone’s dick, especially not my stepbrother’s, and I don’t still have a tingly pussy.”

“That’s very convincing, Tilly. I should be worried.”

“I told you I’m an artist.”

“Don’t forget the condoms, I don’t think I’m ready for anal quite yet.”

“You know you’re funnier than I thought you would be.”

“Is it true?”

“What?”

“About your pussy.”

“You can tell me later on.”

Landon pays no attention to that, and I don’t stop him when he puts his hand between my legs to test just how wet I still am for him. This has nothing to do with the water from the lake either, my panties are wet simply because Landon Maddox is sat alongside me, and I know what he will want to do after dinner, when we are alone again.

“Naughty, Tilly.”

“You caught me.”

“Your Mom might catch us both if we don’t get out of this car soon. Any more waving and her arm’s going to drop off.”

“You first.”

“Alright.”

I want to kiss him, but there is no way I can do it here with Mom peering out of the window like neighborhood watch. Right now, we have to wait until Mom and Marvin have gone to bed and Landon and I are alone again in our silence. Or in the seconds before the door opens and Mom nearly catches us at it. I could kill Landon for that, right on the doorstep, out of sight of the window, Mom’s footsteps approaching and Landon pulls my lips towards his to steal a dangerous kiss.

My lips are still buzzing as Mom welcomes us back inside, my hand working fervently to bat Landon’s away as he tries to surreptitiously squeeze my ass on the way to the living room.

“Well, you two look very happy with yourselves. I guess you found the lake in the end.”

Landon and I look at each other, while we try to decide who should speak. I take control, while Landon takes to the couch.

“We found it, but we didn’t get to see much, the sun didn’t come out until we’d driven away.”

“Well that’s what happens if you go out in the rain. I did try and say. You’ll just have to go back another day.”

“I guess we will.”

“You look like you’ve had fun though.”

I wait for Mom to say more, perhaps about my glow, my wet hair, why I smell of Landon, the twelve pack of condoms I’m hiding in my bag, my still fizzing lips or even my sticky pussy, but she doesn’t. She folds neatly back into whatever it was she was doing and normality resumes. I have to fight the natural urge to sit next to Landon, tell myself that until at least 9.45pm we are stepbrother and stepsister, not lovers, and crash into one of the armchairs.

I can wait. Even if it kills me, I can do that. What I don’t know whether I can do again is keep quiet enough not to wake anyone. Once like that is an exercise in complete and utter control, twice may be pushing the boundaries of reason, especially now we have a high quantity of condoms to work our way through. Would it be that bad if Mom and Marvin found out?

It would certainly give us something to talk about in the morning.

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Landon

It’s incredible how well you can get to know someone in just a few days. I knew I had a stepsister before this holiday, but I didn’t know anything about her except her name. I didn’t know how funny she was, how intelligent, how sexy, how cute, how fragile, how much she’d be into me. I know she likes to hide it and pretend otherwise, but it’s written all over her beautiful face like stars in the night sky.

It could be suffocating, or overwhelming, or completely and utterly crushing, but it isn’t, it’s none of that. Much like everything else about her, it just fits.

We fit too, her and me, and it isn’t just because I’ve been looking for a quick vacation hook up, even though I know she worries about that. I get the feeling she thinks that when we get back to our real lives I’m going to do a sharp and sudden u-turn and Tilly and I will be nothing but a vague memory of a stolen few days in paradise. It isn’t like that. I’m not one to call it before I know what it is, but I’m not one to involve myself in something I’m not fully committed to either.

I think Tilly is beginning to understand that I’m not the man that she’s read about in magazines and newspapers, but it’s going to take a while for her to be convinced about how serious I am about giving this a go between us, especially not before we have left here and we get to be a few weeks or even a month old instead of just two days.

I could be the one reading it wrongly too. I mean, who’s to say Tilly doesn’t want this to just stay here and for us not to continue when we return home? I’d be surprised if that were the case, disappointed too, but I guess I won’t know either until we are back in it.

Our situation is a complicated one, and she might get tired of my commitments outside of what we might be building together. Part of the reason a lot of my relationships have failed in the past, beyond the fact that I seem to have a special talent for picking terrible women, is that a lot of them have struggled with my job, the fact I’m away a lot of the time, the fact that I have a lot of money, that I get a lot of attention from other women, and that they generally have to trust me around temptation a lot more than with other men.

The weird, totally fucked up thing about that is that they tend to cheat on me because they naturally think I’m doing it to them.

I don’t cheat. I don’t treat women in that way at all, but sometimes it’s hard to convince them of that.

When this vacation is over, and Tilly and I return to our lives - hers normal, mine not so much - I want us to give this a go. I think we are both at the point now where we can be honest with ourselves and honest to each other. When we first fucked, all that time ago yesterday, I wasn’t sure how the bond would develop between us, but now we’ve shared more time, and more of a connection together, I can see that it’s worth us giving this thing a go.

I’m a little worried about the stepsiblings aspect if we do end up staying together and trying to make this work, but even more concerned that if we don’t and word gets out about what happened between us here, I’ll lose my place in the team and entirely fuck up my career.

If we stay together after this vacation and things get even more serious between us, there is no way I’m going to keep this thing a secret. Coach wanted me to settle down and stay out of the papers on a regular basis so there is every reason he’ll understand if he sees that Tilly and I are committed to each other. Marvin and Rachel will just have to suck it up too. It’s a little unusual, but once you get beyond the fact that we are step siblings, and realize we aren’t related to each other and didn’t actually grow up together, there is nothing weird about it at all.

There will be the inevitable backlash in the press, the vitriol and hatred from the extremists and conservatives, but that is bound to die down eventually, especially when they realize just how magnificent Tilly and I are as a couple.

And truly spectacular she is. I work with models and Tilly would not look out of place at all in any one of the shoots I’ve done in the past. She’s so much more than that though. A lot of those women are vacuous, empty headed, big titted morons with no ambition or drive other than earning money and fucking celebrities. Tilly’s got one hell of a body, but that isn’t what I like most about her, and it’s not what’s made me keep coming back.

I could say that it’s her brain, but I’d just be lying. It’s much more simple than that. It’s the way she makes me feel when I’m with her, and the way I feel when I’m not.

That’s a powerful and important thing, and something I’m not prepared to ignore. I learned from a young age the importance of listening to instinct, and this is no different from that. No different from knowing which pass to pick out in the dying seconds of a game, learning to trust your emotions and listening to those thoughts inside that tell you that the risk is going to be worth it.

It’s almost midnight here. Tilly is fast asleep across my chest, her light breaths just about enough to lift her gently up and down, while my mind is racing along at about four hundred miles an hour.

I know I don’t have to make a decision about anything, but what we’ve been doing together, especially today, has made me unable not to think about what we do from here. Tomorrow is our last, full day. Chances are we’ll have to find some excuse to get out of the house so we can behave the way we want to do with each other, and then hope it doesn’t rain again so we can actually make it easy to do. I want to fuck Tilly outside. I want to lay a blanket down in the middle of a forest and fuck her until she screams and moans.

It was weird this morning getting up after the night we shared to pretend nothing happened at all, and tomorrow is bound to be even weirder still. One more full day of these self imposed restrictions and then several weeks of trying to work out how we go about seeing each other. I suppose, after forming such a close bond together here, it stands to reason that as friends, and step siblings, we will want to see each other again. Staying over at each other’s house, me at hers and her, more importantly, at mine, is just a natural progression of that friendship, right? I mean, the distance between the two houses is far enough to make the journey too long not to stay over. We’ll work it out, i’m sure. Even if we have to check into hotels in the city for a while until we are ready to let our secret out, We’ll make it work.

We can barely keep our hands off each other here, and that’s with Marvin and Rachel practically in the same room as us. When the restrictions are lifted, and we are back in the big wide world with all its possibilities, we are going to be like two kids in a candy megastore.

And the sex with Tilly, even though I always underestimate it when I tell her, just to make sure she keeps coming back for more, is truly out of this world. I mean, seriously. This girl can fuck in ways I never knew were possible. She makes me feel on top of the world and then pushes me that little bit higher still, above the clouds and out into space.

I’m still warm and fuzzy from tonight’s, x-rated show. I’m still tingly. I didn’t know I could get tingly. I thought that was something that only women felt, but here I am, tingling and fizzing and popping all over like my skin has got electricity running right through it.

I can’t get enough of her, and I know when we both go our separate ways in a couple of days, i’m going to miss her like hell until we manage to find a way to get ourselves back together.

A noise from outside that sounds like the hoot of an owl makes Tilly stir. Semi conscious, she stretches a little, before twisting her body away from me. I slide in beside her onto my side, and Tilly pulls my arm up underneath her to use as an extra pillow.

“I could get used to this.”

“You might have to.”

“Landon?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t disappear in the morning, I want you to be here when I wake up.”

“What if we sleep in and your mom catches us?”

“Then you’ll have to explain what you’re doing in my bed.”

“You don’t think she’ll be able to tell?”

“Depends how you figure on waking me.”

“I never knew you were so kinky.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

“Are you going to let me find out?”

Tilly wriggles around until she finds me, and then lifts her legs up and pushes back onto me. I want to take her, and I can already feel myself going hard.

“If you behave yourself I might do.”

“I’m not sure I can promise you that.”

“Then we’ll have to work with what we’ve got.”

Without even needing to take hold and guide me there, Tilly manages to wriggle herself into the right position to rub me along the length of her slit and tease me against her opening.

“You know we can’t, Tilly.”

“I know.”

It doesn’t stop her from continuing to pull me towards her.

“It would be really stupid.”

“And after we bought all of those condoms as well.”

“Not to mention the impact on the environment.”

“What would Mom and Dad say?”

“Both of us so tired as well.”

Once the tip is inside her, we both find it almost impossible to resist. She pushes back, I push towards her, and before long I’m up deeply inside her, rock hard and entirely unprotected. I’m horny enough to do it, but terrified enough not to let it happen as well. It’s a tease. An incredible, insatiable exploration of our freedom. A rebellion against our restrictions. This was what we couldn’t avoid doing several hours ago in the lake, and much like it did then, it feels incredibly natural and absolutely impossible to decline.

We fuck slowly, stupidly, awkwardly even. I throw the sheets back so I can see myself inside her, watch her muscles convulse around her chest, and her tight breathing go lighter and even more silent.

“We can’t”, Tilly whispers.

“We aren’t”, I offer back.

I close myself into her, and pull her back against my chest, deeper inside like this than I ever have been.

“I want you to come inside me.”

“I can’t.”

“I know, but it doesn’t stop me wanting it.”

“I knew you were dangerous.”

“It’s not my fault you find me irresistible.”

“What can I say?”

“I make your dick hard.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Come inside me soon.”

“I will.”

“Fuck, Landon, I’m going to come.”

Tilly muffles her moans with the pillow, and I’m too busy holding myself back to work out whether she does it effectively enough or not. If Rachel and Dad are awake, she’s loud enough that they might actually hear her, but might not know what the hell it is she’s doing. If they are asleep, it might be enough to wake them up.

I pull out just before I come, and direct several thick streams of ejaculate up against her clitoris, which is still super sensitive from her recent orgasm. Tilly holds me there between her closed legs, conscious perhaps of the risk of letting me go, until i’ve softened and her breathing has returned to normal.

“That was fucking stupid.”

“I know, right?”

I have to hold the pillow over her face to stop her laughs from filling the room.

“So much better without a condom.”

“We can’t do that again, Tilly.”

“I know.”

“Even if it was fucking amazing.”

“I know. Imagine that, but inside me.”

“That’s a lot of cum.”

“You do have a big dick.”

“Fuck. You know how to turn me on, you know?”

“I do try.”

“I thought you were sleeping as well.”

“Don’t let that stop you.”

“I’m not falling for that. You’d kill me if I was up inside you like that without a condom on, while you were sleeping.”

“I’d only mind if you didn’t wake me up before you came.”

“Fuck, Tilly.”

My dick is still hard, my cum all over her pussy, matted into her pubic hair, and melting into the skin around her clitoris.

“We have to be careful.”

“That was a one off.”

“What about the lake?”

“That doesn’t count.”

“You were loud, you know?”

“I couldn’t help it. Do you think-?”

I shake my head. “I doubt it. It’s gone midnight and they went to bed hours ago.”

“I guess we’ll find out in the morning.”

“You still want me to wake you up?”

“Surprise me.”

“I think I’m the one being surprised.”

“Then maybe I’ll surprise you instead. I can’t get pregnant if I swallow your cum.”

“Don’t let your mom hear you say that.”

“I don’t know, she’d probably love a grandchild.”

“And people think I’m a fast mover.”

“Little by little, Landon. I haven’t decided whether I like you yet.”

“Why don’t you sleep on it?”

“That’s the best idea I think you’ve ever had.”

“That and pulling out.”

“That too.”

I’m still hard when Tilly falls asleep again, despite the fact that we’ve done nothing but fuck constantly all day, which is pretty good going for a couple who aren’t even here in that capacity. A couple who have to do it quietly behind closed doors, in lakes in the middle of nowhere and cars parked on the side of the road.

I can’t help myself though, and it’s not even about what we’ve just done either, it’s about what we want to do together. About what we can.

If there was no risk, I would have come inside Tilly in a shot. I can’t wait for the moment when we can, because I’m sure there is nothing better in this world than feeling what it’s like to come together, unprotected at exactly the same time. That might just make me fall so far for her I have absolutely no chance of getting back up. Now that would be dangerous. It might even be more dangerous than fucking without a condom on.