Six.

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Tilly

I wake early, my thoughts gathering slowly like ingredients in a favorite recipe. Landon, yesterday, the lake, unprotected sex, falling even further for him than I told myself I would allow, being absolutely unable to resist any of that, it all happened. It was all real, and today we get to do it all again, that little bit closer, that little bit more advanced, that little bit nearer to going home and real life taking over again.

Even in this tiny single bed, which Landon easily fills on his own, somehow we fit together.

He’s still sleeping, twisted on his side away from me, one hand under his cheek, the other slightly behind. I lift the duvet away from him and bunch it up at his feet so I can get at it. I’ve never done this before and I feel like I’m taking advantage slightly, but I know he’s going to love it anyway, which is enough for me to justify it.

He’s already semi-hard. Landon, it seems, lives in a permanent state of semi or full arousal so I’m not surprised in the slightest. It’s also near morning, and real men are as predictable as the tide when it comes to erections upon awakening.

I’m careful not to disturb him too much. I want him to stir when I’ve got him fully hard, and what would be ideal is if he woke up, just as he was about to come. In the last two days I’ve become almost an expert at moving around this bed without making a sound, so when I get myself in position and gather Landon in my hands,

I’m as still as a summer’s day.

Landon doesn’t move. He doesn’t even change his breathing, or cough, or turn over, and he certainly doesn’t wake up. This slumbering hunk is completely at my disposal, and it’s turning me on even more than I thought it would.

He’s gorgeous awake, and just as beautiful asleep. He looks peaceful lying there, breathing lightly, his ripped chest lilting slightly to the rhythms of his body, his skin warm with sleep, his perfection already hardening in my hands. I’m going to suck him until he comes, even though I’d absolutely love to fuck him. I’m wet, and it would be easy enough to get him hard and sink myself down on top of him, but I’m not going to do it. This is for Landon, this is to make him want me so much he can’t help but need me back after this vacation is done.

This is for me too, of course, I’m not going to lie. This turns me on as much as it would if it were the other way round.

I wank him erect and then place him inside my mouth, licking him lightly, careful not to do anything that might wake him up too early, and Landon’s cock responds with throbs and twitches that tell me he’s enjoying it enormously, somewhere deep inside his sleep clouded body.

I nibble and lick and bite and suck and take as much of his length as I can manage, as silently as I can for fear of waking both Landon and our still sleeping parents, and as much as I try to resist but can’t, I begin touching myself as well. If Landon’s going to come, I figure I might as well join him. I’m horny, I’m wet, and I’m now an expert in holding back my moans, so there’s no reason for me not to continue.

Especially not when it’s so enjoyable.

I have my head down when Landon stirs. I don’t see him wake but I can tell he has, even before he says anything. There’s a slight change in the response of his body, and if anything, his dick swells even harder in my mouth. He hasn’t come yet, even though I reckon he’s on the edge, and I’d prefer if he were still asleep, but there’s nothing I can do about it now.

“Now that’s what I call an alarm clock.”

“It hasn’t sounded yet.”

“I couldn’t help waking up, sorry.”

“I’ll just have to try again tomorrow.”

“You weren’t far off.”

“You think we can come together?”

“That depends how close you are.”

“If you come in my mouth, it’s going to make me come too.”

“You keep talking like that, it’s going to be inevitable.”

“Then there’s only one thing for it.”

Landon has to put a pillow over his mouth to muffle the sound, while his body jerks in rhythmic response to my sucking. Running my tongue across the very tip of his penis has him almost begging me to stop, and when I don’t it’s practically inevitable he’s going to come.

I can’t hold myself back when I see what I’ve done to him, and it’s lucky it’s all happened so fast, because just after he ejaculates, his body still jerking around uncontrollably beneath me, and before I even have time to pull away from him, I hear Mom and Marvin getting up and moving around in the living room.

I’m still coming and trying desperately to keep quiet when the bathroom door swings open, the shower goes on and the world comes alive, less than eight inches of wall between us.

I crawl back into bed alongside Landon when I’m done, keen to maximize the time we have together. We’ll have to get up soon and pretend that none of this has happened, and day by day that gets harder and harder.

“That was incredible.”

Landon’s breathing is raspy and staccato, his voice almost a whisper. I fold myself into him.

“My pleasure.”

“Tomorrow I’ll return the favor.”

“Later you’ll return the favor. Tomorrow is far too far away and I can’t wait that long anyway.”

“Then I’ll do that as well.”

“You think we’ll be able to get away?”

“They won’t be able to stop us. Dad’s a sick man, remember. He’s housebound under doctor’s orders.”

“You want to go first or shall I?”

“Let’s just stay here until we get called. Out there we can’t do this.”

Landon pulls me into him to kiss me.

“We can’t do that in here either now, they’ll hear us.”

“We’ll tell them we’re watching a film.”

“At nine o’clock in the morning?”

“Sure, why not?”

“We should get up.”

“Not yet.”

“Come on. It’ll mean you’ll just want it more.”

“I want it enough already.”

“Then you’re already off to the perfect start.”

Breakfast is a mix of hot coffee, buttered toast, thigh squeezes, and smoldering looks that could easily get us caught. It’s so clear that there is something going on between us that even Marvin makes an offhand comment about it, and I have to make up some story about Landon snoring so loudly in the night that I had to push him onto his side so I could get back to sleep.

I think it works. Mom just laughs and nods as though it’s something she’s experienced with Marvin, and can well believe it happening with his son too, while Landon, for his part, plays along enough to make it seem convincing. I divert the attention away as soon as possible, changing the subject and moving the focus elsewhere. If I could do so without making it obvious, I’d move Landon’s hand away from my lap too. I love having it there, but every time he squeezes my inner thigh, I have to concentrate doubly hard for us not to get caught. The last time he did it I wasn’t expecting it, let out a little yelp of excitement and had to pretend I’d bitten my tongue.

Landon’s playing fast, loose and reckless, part of which terrifies me, part of which turns me on.

“Did you sleep alright, Marvin?”

“I did, thank you.”

“You look better, Dad, to be fair. You’ve got more color.”

“I feel like I’m back to normal.”

Talk about up and down. One minute he’s emptying the contents of his stomach all over the bathroom floor, the next he’s as right as rain. He better not be getting any ideas about a last day family walk into the middle of nowhere. If Landon and I can’t get a little bit of alone time during which we can both let ourselves go, there is every chance that tonight we won’t be able to hold in the noise of our pleasure as much.

I feel like I should check, just in case he’s planning on doing something stupid.

“That’ll be because the rest is doing you good. You don’t want to exert yourself just in case you get sick again.”

Mom nods in agreement. “Tilly’s right, Marvin.”

“I’m not going to get sick again.”

“Not if you stay away from that tuna.”

“Hey! It wasn’t food poisoning or we’d all have got it. There’s nothing wrong with my tuna, thank you.”

I’m not entirely sure that’s true, but I don’t want to make a point of it. Mysterious illness or not, if Marvin hadn’t have gotten sick, Landon and I would be sat on opposite sides of this table, perhaps even on opposite sides of this room.

“So, what are you two going to do for your last day?”

Landon shrugs, and then gives me a look that makes me hot with desire. “Tilly?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we can go for a walk.”

“It’s a lovely day. There are some trails around here you can follow, like the one we took before Marvin got sick.”

Trails aren’t quite private enough for what I want. I need middle of nowhere, off the beaten track wild enough to have cover, isolated enough for no-one to be able to hear us scream. Maybe we need to take the car because across this flat land, too close to the house and the sound might travel. Marvin has the look of an expert on animal noises too. I bet if he heard us, he’d know it wasn’t the mating call of a skunk, that’s for sure.

“Or a drive.”

Landon squeezes my knee and I can’t help it shooting up uncontrollably and banging against the table. Marvin looks up from his book.

“What was that?”

“Nothing”, I say, hoping I’m not going red, a squeeze of retribution doing nothing to Landon’s casual exterior. He should go and sit on his sofa, or outside, or in the jacuzzi, or anywhere else but next to me because sooner or later someone’s going to catch us. They can already probably see my heart beating wildly in my chest.

“Why don’t you go and sit somewhere else?”

I can’t even say it in a bitchy way now.

“I’m alright here, thanks. I’m still eating.”

“I’ve never seen anyone eat so much in my life. It must be all that exercise you’re doing.”

Thanks Mom, now I’m definitely going red.

“I think it must be, Rachel. Just sharing a room with Tilly is an exercise alone. An exercise in patience and control.”

Mom can’t help but laugh.

“She’s a bit demanding isn’t she?”

“Mom?!”

“Are you, Tilly? I don’t think I’ve seen that side yet.”

This is too much to bear. I’m either going to turn the color of a beetroot or fall into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. I move to Landon’s couch to join Marvin in the living room, just to try and avoid it.

“It’s a shame you have to stay here.”

“Doctor’s orders.”

Landon swings around on his chair.

“What about a picnic, Tilly? We could drive up into the hills we saw on the other side of the lake, lay a rug out, sit down, eat. I could do with getting out of the house a bit today.”

Or a lot today.

“That sounds lovely”, Mom says. “The weather is perfect for it.”

“You don’t mind?”

“If we could come with you, we would.”

“I feel well enough to go.”

“You’re doing nothing but relaxing today, Marvin.”

“I have to agree, Dad. The last thing I want to do is carry you down from the hills and drive you back to New York.”

“I can’t tell you how pleased I am that you two are getting along. I was so worried that you’d be fighting all the time, but no, Marvin and I were saying only yesterday when you were out how proud we are of you both.”

“Thick as thieves”, Marvin says, without lifting his eyes from the page of his book. The way he says it makes me wonder if there’s subtext buried without the statement, but if there is, I don’t want to dwell on what it might mean. I shake it off.

“It’s not like I’ve got much choice who I socialize with.”

“You might get reception on your cell phone up in the hills”, Landon says. “You can find out what your real friends are up to. If you have any.”

I mouth the word ass-hole to him and I swear Mom sees it even though she doesn’t mention it. I guess she’s too busy trying to find out if I could leave the whole of the twenty first century behind should I need to.

“Have you missed it?”

“Have I missed what?”

“Your cell phone, Tilly. The internet. Facebook, instagram, linkedin, your entire social life in one handy little device.”

What kind of a question is that? That’s like saying, have you missed the real world? I’d prefer to be back at home on a permanent basis, rather than here for a long period of time, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t enjoyed the freedom of being away from it all for a while. Especially with Landon thrown into the mix.

Our surroundings are obviously extremely beautiful here, but the most naturally beautiful thing I’ve seen hasn’t been from here at all. It’s sat there at the table smiling at me, and if I close my eyes and can still see it.

“I could live without it I suppose, if I had to, but only for a little while.”

“So you’d come back?”

“Here? With everyone?”

“With the whole family, all of us. Now that we know each other, we could make this a yearly thing.”

Landon and I share a glance. He mouths something at me that looks like fuck but I can’t quite make it out. A yearly fuck fest here with Landon. Of course, by this time next year, we might be official. But then again,  if we aren’t still together, it might be incredibly awkward.

“Why has everyone gone quiet? What do you say, Landon?”

“I think it’s a great idea.”

“You two can share the same room again, now that Tilly has got over her pride, or we could always go somewhere different.”

“No, here’s good.”

I realize I’ve answered quickly and because of that, everyone is staring at me. I have to backtrack a little. “I mean, if Landon doesn’t snore. It’s nice here. I like the decking and the garden, it’s peaceful.”

“Even without a cell phone signal?”

Landon is looking at me quizzically.

“It’s not the only thing we can do to pass the time, I suppose.”

“That’s the spirit, Tilly. I knew you’d come around in the end. We managed just fine when I was growing up without cell phones and internet. Just ask Marvin.”

“Dad still doesn’t use one.”

Cell phones, internet, condoms, unprotected sex, mind-blowing, multiple orgasms, even projectile vomit. There’s a lot of things i’ll remember about this weird vacation away with my portmanteau family, but the biggest will always be Landon. I’ve run out of superlatives to describe him. From the moment I saw him in the flesh, to now, packing food into bags and hunting for a rug to take with us, our connection has just grown stronger and stronger.

I have no idea what it seems like from the outside, no idea either what it seems like for him, but I get the real sensation that when I’m with him, whatever it is we are doing, even if it’s arguing about something stupid, we are doing it together as a team.

Mom might see that as sibling camaraderie, Marvin perhaps as something akin to affection, but whatever it is, I know I can’t get enough of it.

I feel like we are about to embark on a secret mission. As far as Mom is concerned, we are preparing a picnic, a walk in the hills, maybe a bit of sunbathing to while away the day. It’s a hot lie neither of us are going to deny, that makes my whole body giddy with excitement.

What Mom doesn’t see going into the bag is the large pack of extra large condoms, what she doesn’t notice in the almost innocuous touches Landon gives me, is the light squeeze at the end of them, that turns his fingertips almost imperceptibly white and tells me everything I need to know about what he’s planning for us to do.

I am short of breath when we are ready to go, and it isn’t because I’ve been particularly active getting to this point.

“Sunscreen?”

“Check.”

“Food?”

“Check.”

“You know where you are going?”

“GPS.”

“Rescue whistle?”

“Rescue whistle?”

“I don’t think that’s necessary, Marvin.”

“You’d be surprised.”

Tingly pussy? Family pack of condoms? Huge cock? Desire to be immoral? Check, check, fucking check, check.

Mom funnels us out of the door so quickly it’s almost like she’s trying to get rid of us. I barely have a chance to collude with Landon about our plan either. One minute we are having breakfast, and he makes a suggestion, the next we are packed up on the edge of the property saying goodbye to Mom and Marvin.

I’m not complaining at all, I’m just surprised it’s been this easy to get away. I thought we’d get a volley of questions about what it was we were thinking of doing, a million obstacles placed in our way to stop us achieving it. God bless the doctor who told Marvin he had to rest up. Thank God for that mystery illness in the first place.

“Your Mom really wants to fuck. Now I know where she gets it from.”

“Don’t. I can’t think of anything worse. She’s just pleased we are getting along that’s all.”

“She’s not the only one.”

“You could be a bit more subtle.”

“You’d like it a lot less if I was.”

“Maybe.”

From the car we can see the window to the house, but where I expect Mom to be standing, waving at us, she isn’t.

“They are either fucking or talking about how to cope with what we are doing.”

“I don’t know which is worse.”

I put my hand on Landon’s crotch, just to feel it. Just to make sure it’s still there.

“It’s not going to have gone anywhere you know.”

“I know, I just-. I’ve wanted to do that all morning.”

Landon guns the car into action and guides it out onto the road.

“You think we’re going to fuck this much when we get back home?”

“Definitely not if you’ve got the internet we won’t.”

I whack him on the arm for that, even if I know he’s joking.

“I guess we’ll just have to make time for it.”

“There’s always time for it.”

“You don’t think we’ll get bored?”

“With you? No chance. When we’re bored, we’ll just change position.”

Sun leaks off the edge of the road like sparkles from the edges of a diamond.

“Landon?”

“Yeah.”

“I want to go somewhere we can lie under the canopy of a tall tree.”

“Ok.”

“And then I want you to make me scream until that tree shudders and all of the leaves come tumbling down around us.”

Landon smiles at the poetry.

“I’ll do my best to look for the tree if you take care of the scream.”

“Deal.”

“Deal”

I squeeze his arm and rest my head in the bulge of his shoulder.

“Today’s our last day.”

“Then you better hope we find a cell signal so you can store my number in your phone.”

“For emergencies?”

“When you can’t get to sleep.”

“I’m going to miss that.”

“I’ve told you already I’ve got a bed you’re going to fall in love with.”

“A bed too?”

Landon gives me a smoldering look of agreement.

“I knew you were dangerous.”

“Come on, we’ve got a forest to find.”

Resting my head on Landon’s shoulder, with the sun bleeding in through the windshield to warm my skin, my stomach turning knots over what we’ve got planned today and the possibility of what awaits us, I could not feel closer to understanding the true meaning of perfection.

If I wasn’t convinced it could get even better than this, with the warmth of time, the power of love, and a stack of memories to go alongside it, I’d be quite happy to collect my chips and check out right now, just as long as Landon gave me a final earth shattering, leaf-loosening orgasm to send me on my way that is.

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Landon

This vacation seems like it’s going to be over just when I’m beginning to enjoy myself. I thought this was going to be torturous at best, impossible to cope with at worst. To be honest, I didn’t even see myself getting through the whole thing before I actually got here. I know I’d promised the coach, and the owners of Shoreville, but Dad and I aren’t exactly peas in a pod, I’d met Rachel before but didn’t have all that much in common with her as nice as she is, and knew nothing at all about Tilly, beyond her name and an approximation of her age.

This wonderful, mysterious girl was the only variable in a potentially mind-numbingly boring equation, and what an incredible variable she’s turned out to be. I’m not sure I can even wrap my head around how quickly things are moving between us, but also how naturally too. It’s not like we are rushing into things because we feel like we’re running out of time, we’re just all over each other because we want to be. Time has nothing at all to do with it, at least not on my end. Tomorrow we go our separate ways, but even though we haven’t said it directly to each other yet, it’s pretty obvious we both want this thing to continue. Do I want to see Tilly again when this is over, the game has changed, I’m back with the team and the dust has settled? Absolutely, I do. If there is one thing I’m good at in this world, it’s understanding what I want and knowing how to achieve it. If I can’t, for any reason, I don’t give up until I’m convinced it’s impossible.

We’ve got some hurdles to jump, some obstacles to clear out of the path, some people to convince, but once we achieve all of that, I can’t see anything stopping us. Until we get there, it’s going to be a hell of a lot of fun too. I can be myself with this girl, which, when you are a famous footballer and underwear model, with your face and your dick all over the place, is kind of important.

Tilly’s not into me because I throw a ball around a park, I earn millions of dollars a year and I’m well endowed, well perhaps that last one, she’s into me because we have fun together and she likes the way I treat her. I care about her too. I care about what happens to us both after this and I for one want to find out what that is. This is definitely not the end of our journey together. The tiny house, the lake, the two mattresses on one twin bed, the jacuzzi, the decking, the footballs at the end of the garden, my seat, this forest and the tree tops swaying above us, this is just the beginning of our story. The first chapter. The rest is yet to come.

We spread out the rug, empty out the picnic basket just in case we feel hungry and lay down alongside each other. There is a warm breeze lilting through the spread of trees that makes the ambient temperature ideal, and above us, through the crush of leaves and branches that web together to make the canopy Tilly had imagined, we can just about make out the cloudless blue of the distant sky.

It’s a perfect place to fuck. It’s a beautiful, peaceful place to fill with Tilly’s lustful screams as she rips through another series of knee-bending, earth shattering orgasms.

We are on our own in the isolation of the countryside, nothing but the simple sounds of the birds around us for company, or the gentle swoosh of wind battling its way gently through the see-sawing branches, but despite this, despite the fact that no-one can hear us for miles around, we are both silent for a long time.

Perhaps, now that we have finally found our moment of shared perfection, we don’t need to say anything to each other. Perhaps here, without distraction of any kind, we can hear each other without the need for words.  

Tilly folds herself into me and slides her hand under my T-shirt and out across my chest. I twist towards her, kiss her passionately and pull her closer into me. She can’t keep that smile away from her face, nor avoid giving me the kind of look that makes me want to take her again, hard and without protection. I know she’s thinking it too. That butter-couldn’t-possibly-melt smile and the horny devil behind it.

“Is this what you meant?”

“It’ll do I suppose.”

“You’re a hard girl to please.”

“I promise you it’ll be worth it.”

That hand works its way across my contours, over my hip bone and around my belly button, teasing me, pleading me, swelling me hard. She seems to have an incredible ability to turn me on doing little else than looking at me.

“That’s a big promise.”

“I’m a big girl.”

“What if I’m a hard man to please?”

Tilly tugs at the bow of cord that keeps my jogging bottoms tight around my waist and together we watch the two laces separate. She holds one in each hand, tugs at them lightly, playing with the tension.

“I guess I’ll just have to work twice as hard if you are.”

“You’re doing everything right so far.”

“Then I can’t lose.”

“And neither can I.”

Tilly’s dress comes apart just as easily, the big buttons turning in their catches like coins passing through the gaps between fingers. My T-shirt comes off under her insistence, her dress quick to follow it, my jogging bottoms a stack of fabric at the edge of our blanket. A light, insistent touch spreads me out onto my back and Tilly climbs aboard to straddle me.

“I like you, Landon. Your eyes, your skin, your muscles.”

She spreads her hands out against my chest, drawing her thoughts into my flesh with the tip of her finger.

“You only want me for my body.”

Tilly smiles. I tug at the edges of her panties and she bats my hands away.

“What can I say? You’ve caught me.”

I pull her down into me, and then flip her so she’s now on her back against the rug. Trapped, pressed into the ground with the weight of my body on top of her, she’s going nowhere, even if she wanted to.

“That was unexpected.”

“I thought you wanted to see the tree tops.”

“I do when you make me scream.”

“That shouldn’t take long.”

I press kisses into the nape of her neck just to hear her giggles turn to moans.

“If you tell me what else you’ve got, I might be able to add to that list.”

“Where can I start? Charm, intelligence, charisma.”

Tilly presses her head against mine. Her words come out peppered with hot desire.

“Overrated.”

Off comes her bra, my boxer shorts, her panties. I lick around her already swollen nipples, the meat of her areola like expensive treats, melting in the warmth of my mouth. Her back curves, arching up at the sensation, her legs out to wrap around my waist.

“Like condoms?”

“Go on.”

“I’m good with people, women, especially.”

I’m at the edge of her entrance, Tilly’s hand wrapped around me, guiding me ever closer towards her.

“I don’t like plurals.”

“Do you like happy endings?”

I’m circling her, dangerous close to entering as Tilly passes me from her opening to her clitoris and back again when the sensation is too much to bear.

“If they follow happy stories I do.”

“I thought yesterday was a one off.”

“That was yesterday.”

“You realize, if we continue like this, you’ll have to go on the pill.”

“I only go on the pill if I’m in a committed and loving relationship.”

I’m an inch inside her, maybe more, and Tilly’s just holding me there, feeding me into her at a glacial pace, every single muscle inside her gripping me and begging me to push, which I’m refusing to do, at least until she vocalizes her need. Unprotected sex with Tilly is like winning the superbowl and getting MVP in the very same year. This is insane. Out here in the middle of nowhere and Tilly’s feeding me gently inside her without even suggesting I ought to put a rubber on. I know I should stop her, but should is easy to say when you’re not in this position already, that hand tight around your throbbing shaft, those eyes wide and sexy, those lips full and plump, those nipples like football studs pointing directly at me. I’ll pull out just before I come, I’ll make sure of that.

“I’ll have to check my schedule.”

“What makes you think I’m asking you?”

Her legs link around the back of me. If I wanted to pull out already and stop this before we’ve already begun, the moment has gone. Tilly moans as she lets me ease my way inside her.

“I guess I’d call it a hunch.”

Now my words are peppered with attempts to control my breathing.

“That’s quite an assumption.”

Nothing in this world has ever felt as good. As Tilly opens herself up to me, her arms as well as her legs now wrapped around my body and pulling me towards her, I let the weight take me and slide fully inside her.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t believe it.”

Deep inside her now, I feel her entire being surround me.

“What else do you believe?”

“That you want the same as I do.”

“A committed and loving relationship?”

“Sex without condoms.”

I push deep again, effortless in my penetration, a perfect fit inside her.

“Come inside me.”

“I can’t.”

“That wasn’t a question.”

“Then you’ll have to wait a little longer for the answer.”

Tilly digs her nails into my back, not too hard to penetrate the skin, but hard enough to tell me I’m hers and no-one else’s. She doesn’t need to tell me, but I like that she has done.

“You go home tomorrow.”

“So do you.”

Tilly arches her back in an attempt to push away from me, her arms now flat against the rug just to grab hold of anything real.

“Fuck, Landon. That feels so good.”

It does feel good. In fact, it actually feels incredible. I don’t fuck outside as much as I’d like, and even though the chance that we are going to get caught is extremely slim, it still turns me on that we might. Not only that, out here I feel totally free. It’s warm enough that we can lie here naked without getting cold, and not too hot that it feels exhausting to do so. The dappled sun on my back is just enough to please me, the sound of Tilly’s moans alone making my skin pulse with electric shivers.

“Kiss me.”

I kiss her. I kiss her neck, her chest, her throat. I kiss the tip of her nose and suck the saliva off her tongue. I kiss around her nipples and then pull out momentarily so I can kiss from her belly button down to her core.

When I go to push back inside her, I do so from a completely different position, this time with Tilly back on top of me.

“I thought you wanted to see the tree tops swaying.”

Tilly leans back and spreads her hands out behind her, her head tilted back far enough to look directly up.

“If I can’t see from here, you’ll just have to make me scream again.”

“Deal.”

I have my legs folded beneath Tilly, my length up inside her, her legs out behind me. Like this, I feel her weight pushing down onto me, gathering me up inside her as deep as I can possibly go.

“I like you, Tilly. Your eyes, your smile, your sense of adventure.”

Tilly has to laugh at that and it breaks her stride momentarily.

“I thought you didn’t like taking unnecessary risks.”

I lay my hands flat out behind myself and look up to the trees swaying majestically in the breeze above us.

“Sometimes they are impossible to avoid.”

Tilly lifts her ass up and down on my cock at such an angle I can see myself spreading her pussy wide. My cock looks magnificent inside her, bare skin on bare skin, tight but full, both of us throbbing, our breathing pushing us towards a risky conclusion.

“You know only one in a thousand right?”

This is a dangerous conversation.

“Statistics are for normal people.”

“Star athletes and underwear models need not apply.”

“How many times are we going to fuck?”

“How many times is it going to take?”

“You’ve already got me, Tilly.”

Any faster and I won’t be able to control this. If she stops at all, I may realize I’ve already gone past the point of no return. She doesn’t realize how dangerous the game she’s playing is either. I want to come inside her more than anything else, there isn’t anything better, I just don’t want to deal with the consequences if things don’t turn out right for us. That’s not to say I don’t want what might result of doing it - imagine coach and Rachel’s face if that happened, there would be no way I’d be accused of not being a family man - I just need us to work out our path first, that’s all. Tilly’s gone from not wanting to be in the same room as me, to wanting me to fill her full of my cum. I need more time to know if she blows hot and cold all the time, or now that she’s finally come around to letting herself get involved with me, it’s going to be as hot as the sun from now on in, hotter still if I give her what she wants from me.

I’ve always been made out to be a player, but that shit is as far from the truth as you can get. I’m a one woman man if I find the right woman, and this feels so good I don’t want to fuck it up before we’ve even begun. The next few weeks in the real world will tell us both all we need to know. At that point, we can start thinking about all the other stuff that comes with a loving and committed relationship, including the potential consequences of me coming inside her beautiful, tight and muscular pussy.

A baby is not exactly what I need right now, and it’s definitely not what I need to make me want to stay with her. When we’re more than a few days old, maybe we can begin to think about it then, but right now, it just isn’t the right time.

“I like you, Landon.”

Tilly’s smile is infectious. Could she really be the one for me? My own step sister.

“I think I really like you.”

“That’s good.”

“It’s awkward.”

“We don’t get to choose who we fall in love with.”

The words are out before I have a chance to stop them. Tilly beams awkwardly at me, catches herself mid bounce and lowers herself gracefully into my lap. She looks away briefly before looking back, and then wraps her arms around my neck when she sees what I have no chance of hiding any more. I’m falling for her. I’ve fallen, already.

“Make me scream, Landon. I want the bark flying off the trees, the birds squawking and complaining, the sun hiding its eyes.”

“What if I give you everything now and it never gets better than this?”

“I’d still keep trying.”

I lift her in one piece and fold her onto her back so she can raise her legs into the air and I can push myself deep inside her to try and find her G-spot with the tip of my throbbing cock. My goal is to make her come without coming myself, even though I want to and I know she does too.

“That’s what I like about you, Tilly. You’re persistent. You know what you want and you won’t stop until you get it.”

“Is that right?”

“Uhuh.”

“Then I guess you’ve got no chance of escaping me.”

“Even if I had, I wouldn’t want to.”

“Oh.”

“Lie back and look at the sky.”

“And you think I’m demanding.”

“Maybe we are perfect for each other.”

“I guess only time will tell.”

“Luckily time isn’t one of the problems we might be facing.”

“Then you better not come inside me after all, we don’t want another problem to add to our list.”

“You’d look amazing with a baby inside you.”

“Keep talking like that and you’ll make me come.”

“Just don’t do it so strongly it makes me come too.”

“You’ve already promised to make me scream.”

“What would our parents say if we told them you were pregnant?”

“I guess we won’t know until it actually happens.”

“And you thought I was the confident one.”

“I told you already, I’m a simple girl.”

“Meek.”

“Quiet.”

“Unassuming.”

“Fuck.”

“Language, Tilly.”

I can feel it, perhaps even sense it, before Tilly vocalizes her feelings, and then expresses them all physically in over exaggerated body jerks, uncontrollable breathing, even the way she tries to grab at my skin in tight clustered twitches of her throbbing hands.

I’m above her, like I was when we began, like the very first time I penetrated her, my arms to the side to balance myself, my muscles taught from my neck to my ankles, my ass clenched tight, my cock thrust deep inside her, while Tilly has her legs wrapped around my back, her ankles interlocked, her arms at turns around my neck, at my hips, on the grass beside us gathering up handfuls of stalks and leaves.

I hear the crack of wings against the air, branches lilting hard in their wake, and the swoosh of a swelling breeze against the barks and moans thrown towards them from the girl collapsing into ecstasy beneath me. Of all the times we’ve fucked, this is clearly the most intense.

Tilly moans, screams, lets herself go, perhaps encouraged as much by the silence that needs filling around us as the isolation we find ourselves in. Maybe it’s just the sheer intensity of the orgasm that she finds repeating around her body, the fact that she knows now for sure that we both want this to continue when we return, the comfort of that knowledge, the excitement it brings, or fuck, I don’t know, maybe it’s just because Tilly can’t get enough of me.

She’s still writhing on my cock, twisting from side to side as though caught in a hallucinatory dream or under the spell of some kind of fit, belied by the beam of happiness spread out across her face, when I realize that as much as I’ve tried to avoid it, as much as I’ve promised myself I’d pull out, as much as we both know how stupid this is, I haven’t been able to disengage myself from her in time.

She knows it too, we both do, and as my orgasm fizzes out across my shoulders and down my spine in a T of explosive electric sensations, it’s towards her I find myself being pulled, not away.

With Tilly flat on her back, myself flat out on top of her, I come with so much intensity, so much purpose, and desire, and need, I give so much of myself, I nearly black out entirely from the effort.

I can’t catch my breath. I can’t even think properly about what I’ve just done, and when the words come eventually, distant like the voice of a shaman calling us both back down from an out of body experience, they aren’t even mine.

“Fuck. Fucking hell. That was-. Intense. My body. Fuck. Did you?”

Tilly’s breathing is raspy and barely strong enough to form a cohesive sentence. It’s a long time before either of us move, and when I do eventually, it’s with a blind hope that my body has somehow deceived me when I know already and so clearly, it hasn’t.

“Fuck, Landon, did you?”

We lie alongside each other in the coolness of the afternoon air, our fingers interlocked, the goose pimples on our arms evidence that the temperature may finally be changing.

“I couldn’t not. We shouldn’t have. Fuck. How much time?”

My words are a string of thoughts sent directly to my mouth, spoken in haste without consideration.

I’m immediately worried by what this means for us, and why she’s waiting so long to get mad at me, which is why I’m surprised to hear Tilly laughing when she turns to me.

“That was really stupid.”

From the smile across her face it would be impossible to tell she thought it.

“Sorry. I couldn’t hold back.”

“I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

“This is serious, Tilly. We’ve got to get that sorted. We should have-.”

“I’ll get it sorted, don’t worry.”

She folds herself into me and rests her head on my chest, hugging against my warmth.

“You’re not mad?”

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had. I knew it would be if you came inside me.”

“We should have waited.”

“You could have done.”

“That was impossible, Tilly. The last time I barely managed it.”

“So you do like me then?”

“I never said I didn’t.”

“Anyway, I wanted to make sure. If you go tomorrow and decide you don’t want to see me-.”

I have a bad fleeting feeling that this is some kind of threat, but I’m sure Tilly’s not stupid enough to get herself pregnant as some kind of guarantee I’ll keep myself in her life.

“You could be that one.”

“I told you, Landon, I’m not sure I like you enough to want you to be the daddy of my babies.”

“That’s just because you don’t know me well enough yet.”

“Well if you keep hanging around like this, what choice have I got?”

“You know the good thing about me coming inside you?”

“You mean, apart from the fact that you now have to do everything I say?”

Tilly’s smile is enough to convince me she’s just bullshitting.

“We might as well make the most of it.”

“Come inside me twice in one day? That might raise the chances of conception.”

“Not if you’re going to take the morning after pill.”

“At this rate I might have to.”

“Tilly.”

“I didn’t think star footballers got nervous.”

“I’m just imagining the headlines at the end of next season.”

“Super Bowl MVP gets step-sister pregnant?”

“Something like that.”

I sit up now and pull her towards me so she can sit in between my legs and lean against my chest.

“It’d sell more papers.”

“Our parents would freak.”

“You’d make a good dad.”

“I thought I was lacking specific qualities.”

“You can do a lot in nine months.”

I kiss her neck, work my lips out across her shoulders.

“You can do a lot in three days it seems.”

“Some people even manage to fall in love with people they’re not supposed to.”

“So I hear.”

I could stay like this for the rest of the day, Tilly wrapped inside my arms. We’d fuck from time to time, eat, look up at the sky and talk about our future together. We fit together, it’s so fucking evident it makes me want to scream it to anyone who will listen.

“I won’t, Landon, don’t worry. I’m not a psycho like that.”

“I know.”

“It’s not time, for either of us. I just wanted to feel it. It’s stupid, I know. It’s a stupid thing to do, but I needed to do it. I needed you to show me you could.”

“I couldn’t hold back.”

Tilly pinches my arm for that.

“Don’t be a dick.”

“I wanted to, Tilly. I just didn’t know whether I should. It’s harder for me. I have to trust you to do something about it.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

I haven’t got much choice now, but that’s my own fault. The truth is, I do trust her. Some time passes before Tilly speaks again.

“Are you hungry?”

“Fucking starving.”

She smiles that winning smile. “Then we better eat, because I want you to fuck me and come inside me at least twice more before we go back home. If I’m going to make you spend fifty dollars on the morning after pill, I better make sure you get your money back.”

“That, Tilly, is one of the reasons I love you.”

Again the words are out before I have a chance to stop them. Thankfully she glosses quickly over them. I feel stupid for saying something without even thinking about the consequences, and try to style it out. Of course I don’t love Tilly, not in that way, not yet, but that’s not to say there isn’t potential for that to happen. There’s a long way between that and now, and both of us clearly know it.

“Steady on, Landon, I might begin to think you are serious about me.”

“I’ll tell you that when I see what you’ve packed us both for lunch.”

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Tilly

By the time the temperature dips, the sun has fallen away and it’s way past the time we should have already left for home, Landon and I have fucked and come together, him inside me without a condom on, three more times.

I cannot even begin to describe to you how absolutely incredible each one of those times is, nor how they increase exponentially in intensity and perfection.

I know it’s stupid, I know we shouldn’t, I know it goes against every single piece of advice I’ve been given about safe sex, and we are reckless and wild and playing with fire, but I just couldn’t say no. I’m getting a morning after pill as soon as I get home. There is no way I won’t and no way I want to get pregnant, even with Landon Maddox’s baby. If I wasn’t sure before about his intention, I’m absolutely certain after today. Landon wants to give this a go just as much as I do. Whatever obstacles we have in our way will have to be dealt with as soon as they come. If we work together outside of this vacation bubble, I think there is a possibility we could be absolutely perfect for one another for the rest of our lives. If we can’t, for whatever personal reason, outside of the fact we are step-siblings, or he’s a football star or whatever, if we aren’t right for each other, at least we’ll have given it a go.

That’s all I want. It’s more than I ever thought was possible with the man I’ve spent hours idolizing, months hating and only days falling in love with.

I can’t say that Landon hasn’t surprised me, because he’s nothing like I expected. He looks the same, even hotter actually, but his personality, his drive, his desire, his loyalty and single minded determination is nothing like how the papers make out, or even how he comes across in interviews.

This week has given me a chance to see the real Landon Maddox, and even though I already know I loved him and hated myself for it, I now know I can love him, and be proud to do so.

Love is a funny word and I know I’m nowhere near it yet, Landon’s got a way to go to prove himself to me, and I’m sure I do as well to prove myself to him, but the possibility is definitely there and I can’t hide how exciting that makes me feel.

The sex is out of this world incredible, just being with him makes me happy, when I’m not with him my body aches to have him around, and it’s pretty clear even from an outside perspective that we have a lot of fun together.

The true test is whether that continues, but it’s a test we are both super keen to take. Part of me can’t help worrying this will all fizzle out when we get back, while the other part is more confident than I ever remember thinking I had the potential to be. Landon isn’t the only one who has surprised me this week either, I’ve totally surprised myself in my ability to win him over. I know I’m a sexy girl, but I’ve never felt it as strongly as I do with Landon. I’ve never had banter like I do with him either and I’ve never played the kind of word games with anyone like we do with each other. There is a real spark between us, a real chemistry at our core, and I know for a fact I’m not the only one noticing it.

Landon can’t get enough of me. I know he’s a ladies man and a bit of a player as much as he denies it, but I’m convinced now, after only a few days in his company, that the all star athlete and underwear model with the cheesy smile and the huge dick, simply can’t get enough of me. And that is a feeling I get a feeling I can’t help but show I’m reciprocating.

I mean, this could be serious. Like, really serious. Like, Landon Maddox could be the one.

We might be falling in love with each other.

“What are you thinking about?”

“I’m thinking about keeping it.”

“You want to tell Rachel and Dad or should I?”

I love the fact I can bullshit him and he already knows I’m lying.

“What’s our excuse going to be for getting home so late?”

“You mean apart from the fact we were working on increasing the size of the family?”

“Aside from that, yes.”

“We got lost.”

“We have GPS.”

“In the woods.”

“Walking?”

“Tracking animals.”

“Your dad would be proud.”

“He might not if he knew what we were really up to.”

“It we don’t go home, we won’t have to tell him.”

“We could run away, but coach will want to know where his star quarterback has gone.”

“Tracking animals.”

“He wouldn’t be as impressed as my dad.”

We carve through the winding roads, afternoon turning through dusk towards night. At the edge of the road I see dead and alive animals, rabbits hit by cars and birds feeding off them. This is the cycle of life in all it’s glory and I wonder whether Landon and I are destined to become the squash of blood and bones on tarmac or the ones picking them apart to survive.

The journey back to the house takes less time than I want it to, and when we arrive, Mom comes quickly to the kitchen window to make sure it’s us. Just before we get out of the car, and while Mom makes her way out of our sight to open the front door to let us in, I lean over and give Landon a kiss and a squeeze.

“You’re glowing again.”

I shrug my shoulders.

“Maybe it’s my new look.”

“Whatever it is, I like it.”

Mom breaks the spell, stood on the doorstep with her arms folded to chaperone us inside, just in case we can’t make the short distance from the car to the house unaided.

We filter in, Landon first, myself behind him, my glow seemingly evident in Mom’s eyes, reflected back against me, in the way she beams a proud, slightly self conscious smile at us both, even in the way Marvin is stood to greet us back home, his hands in his pockets awkwardly as though expecting someone far more important to arrive.

Landon and I look at each other. This is weird even for Mom and Marvin. This is the appearance of a pair of proud parents ready to confess our secret back at us. I hold my breath, fully expecting a frank confession of our afternoon activity, but it doesn’t come. As soon as the oddness has arrived, it melts away into normality again, and I wonder if I’ve just imagined it all.

Marvin sits silently back down to pick up his book, while Mom takes to the couch opposite him, the magazine she’s been reading now open again and rested against her leg ready to pick up when she’s done with us.

I realize that Landon and I are probably standing far too close to each other and make a point of moving away. If there is anything I want to do or say to him, I’ll have to wait once again for the privacy of our bedroom. Mom’s eyes follow me to the kitchen and then again to the couch. It’s almost as if she’s waiting for the right moment to speak and then when she feels like I’ve settled enough comes out with the first line in what could, to a guilty mind, be an awkward inquisition.

“So, what did you guys get up to?”

I sink deeper into the softness of the couch and let Landon take control of the story, nodding and following his lead as best I can. Secrets are easy to keep, until they get too big to keep inside.

I wait for a thick as thieves comment from Marvin, but it doesn’t come. He doesn’t even question the part about the birds, nor the bit where we got lost trying to follow the sound of an animal we couldn’t recognize. Mom just nods along, happy that we’ve made it back safely.

When he’s done, and Mom seems satisfied, Landon digs around in the kitchen for something to eat before coming to sit alongside me. I feel his leg hot against mine, and it makes me think about what it was like to have him come inside me. I can’t help the thought bringing heat to my skin and I know I’ve probably gone red.

“We’ll have to pull you two apart when we leave tomorrow, it looks like you’ve joined yourselves at the hip.”

Landon and I share a glance. Hip, pelvis, his seed inside me. Joined at the hip just doesn’t cut it.

“There isn’t anywhere else to sit.”

Landon is quick to defend himself even though it’s clear it isn’t necessary. Mom waves her hand to dismiss him.

“I’m only kidding. Like I said yesterday, I’m over the moon that you two have become such good friends.”

My clit still throbbing, Landon hard just because he’s sat next to me. Friends is probably not the best way to describe it at all.

“I wouldn’t call us friends, I think we’re a little more than that.”

My heart leaps and I wonder for a horrible moment what Landon is about to say.

“We’re step siblings after all.”

I breath a huge sigh of relief. Landon puts his arm around my neck and pulls me into him and I have to kind of wrestle away and pretend to be horrified. I’m going to make him pay for that later on, but for right now it seems to have done the trick. Mom smiles.

“That’s sweet, Landon. You can definitely stay.”

“You won’t be able to keep me away.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

“No, I’m serious. I’ve had an amazing time here. From now on, you’re both going to see a lot more of me.”

“That”, Marvin says without looking up from his book, “is exactly what we all need.”

Mom nods in agreement, while I still have no idea if Marvin is saying more than he’s actually saying. Landon beams a cheesy smile, happy he’s got away with telling me what his intentions are after we leave tomorrow without actually saying it directly. His hidden hand finds a place on me I’m more than happy for him to squeeze, and we sit there next to each other, hot and excited, one eye on the clock and the other on each other, counting down the minutes until we can slip away to bed and tear each others clothes off again.

Tonight we fuck in silence, while tomorrow we say goodbye to each other and start our relationship for real.

Landon Maddox and Tilly. The Donkey and his step-sister. Me and the all star athlete, up against the world.

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Landon

The last time before a break is always the sweetest, even if the whole thing has to be conducted in silence. Our fallow period is likely to be less than a few days, but it’s a pause nonetheless, and based on how much Tilly and I have been going at it recently, it’s going to be a huge change we both might struggle to adjust to. There is also the chance, however slim and unlikely, that after this is over and we return to the real world, one, or even both of us, will freak out and suddenly call an end to it. The way we tear at each other, desperate to make the most of the small amount of time we have remaining, makes me think that the possibility of that happening, however remote, is still on both of our minds.

We are both clearly exhausted from the afternoon’s activities, but it doesn’t stop us from somehow finding deep reserves of energy to fuck each other goodbye.

We lie next to each other on the bed, her leg hooked over my hip, me deep inside her, arms interlocked and cradled together, and fuck slowly until we both come silently, our bodies shaking with orgasmic delight.

There are a thousand things we both want to say to each other, but nothing that can’t wait until the next time we are alone.

Our packed bags lie like curled up dogs at the foot of the bed, and while the rest of the house breathes in creaks and snores and animal noises Dad would have no trouble in identifying, Tilly and I lie together, two spent lovers on a single bed, her mattress on top of mine in a sweet reflection of our posture.

Of all the things I’ve achieved in my life, of everything I’ve set my mind to and succeeded at, I never thought the most satisfaction would come from something outside of football. Before I met Tilly, I said I would never risk having to give up the game for a woman. I was ready to give up the chase and take a vow of celibacy instead.

Either the countryside has made me soft in the brain, or I just hadn’t met the right girl yet. Lying here with her, seeing how satisfied and how at peace she is, how content we both are, makes me think that I could die right now, never play football again and still feel like I’ve achieved everything I need to, to be a happy man.

That’s a scary thought, but I’m not lying when I say it. Tilly has somehow had that effect on me.

I turn into her, sliding down underneath the duvet to gather up the warmth streaming from her body. Tilly is already asleep, her breathing just heavy enough to be noticed in the tremble of her skin, the gradual lift and fall of her chest.

I kiss her lips, run my fingers through her hair and breath her sweet scent to the bottom of my lungs.

“You’ve got me”, I whisper through knots of sleep, my words barely loud enough to vibrate across my lips.

There is a moment of absolute silence, when not even the animals in the woods that surround us make a sound, when I feel like time has stood still completely and perhaps my thoughts of death have somehow initiated the process, until Tilly reaches for me languidly, gathers my cock up in her outstretched hand and gives me a gentle squeeze.

“I knew that already.”