by Abbey Foxx
Five minutes. I count them tick past. I count another ten go with them, and still Tilly hasn’t moved to come back inside. She’s mocking me. We don’t know how long we’ve got to enjoy this time alone, and she’s sat outside wasting it. I know all I need to do is go outside, rip my shorts off and sit in the tub, but that’s exactly what she wants me to do, and if I play her game, we both know she’ll have won.
At least I’ll get laid though, I suppose there is that. Unless Tilly’s bluffing me, but based on the way she was moaning earlier, the way she was sassing me just now, I don’t reckon that’s even an outside chance.
I bet she’s sat there hoping I take the bait, regretting playing the hand that way in the first place, dreading me refusing altogether. If she didn’t take the whole thing so seriously, we could be fucking again right now. Once is not going to keep me sated, and the longer we leave it until we do it again, the harder it’s going to be to be able to resist. But no, Tilly has to know that I’m not just fooling around, that I’m playing the game to win, whatever the hell that means. What’s wrong with just fooling around and having a bit of fun? We’re both adults, right? We’re obviously attracted to each other, and even though Dad and Rachel are married, it’s not like Tilly and I are related. What’s she worried about? That I’m going to love her and leave her like every single girl I’ve ever been with she reads about in the paper? Or is she worried I’ll break her heart, which might even be out of the realm of my capabilities in three days?
I know girls go crazy around me, but it usually takes a little bit longer to fall in love. And anyway, I’m not the fuck them and leave them kind of guy the world thinks I am. Yeah, a relationship with my stepsister may be a little more challenging for people with a low IQ to understand, but that in itself wouldn’t be a reason for me not to do it. That’s so far down the line I’m not even thinking about it anyway, even if Tilly might be.
I bet if we did go down that road though, after the initial knee jerk reaction of people thinking we were doing something immoral, wrong or outright illegal, people would just get on with it and understand it’s a relationship like any other. Coach would probably prefer it too. At least Tilly’s wholesome. Much more wholesome than the girls I usually bring home. The weird one would be convincing our parents, although they’re both fairly liberal people they probably wouldn’t care either.
I don’t even know why I’m thinking about the possibility of a relationship anyway, because we barely know each other yet. The more time I spend with her, the more I like her, but it’s been a weird few days anyway and I might not be thinking all that clearly.
Yes she’s funny, sassy, intelligent, creative, independent, and sexy in a way that she doesn’t realize, she’s fantastic in bed and makes my dick hard just by standing next to me, but I bet she’s got just as many negatives too. I just haven’t been around her long enough to find out.
Thirty minutes and she still hasn’t come back in. This is ridiculous. She better not have fallen asleep out there. The more time that passes the more difficult it gets to resist, and my dick is still refusing to go down. I should be sleeping. Maybe I ought to do that instead. That’ll show her. Refuse her invite, lie down on my bed with her mattress underneath it and wait for her to wake me up with a little massage or mouth play. See how she likes coming in to beg.
I’d do it if I thought it would work, but I’m past the point of sleeping now anyway and my mind is on something else entirely.
I know what I should do. I should go out there just like she wants me to, but instead of sticking around and sitting in the jacuzzi and waving my dick in the air, hoping she’ll take a bite, I should walk straight past her, my top off just to give her an idea of what she’s missing out on, and go to the end of the garden and toss the football around.
When I’ve got myself all sweaty and put on a bit of a performance, I should sit in the jacuzzi like she says, and then tell her she can’t join me when she blatantly wants to. Tell her she has to beg, her panties round her ankles pushing herself back onto my tongue so I can taste whether she’s ready to get in alongside me. That’ll show her I’m not prepared to play her game. That’s bound to work.
Tilly
Thirty five minutes passes before Landon joins me on the decking. I’ve been waiting for him, although I didn’t expect him to take this long. I’m a little relieved he’s decided to come out at all, because there was a moment when I thought he’d given up on me completely. I know I’m taking a risk in playing this the way I am, but I’m not stupid, and nor am I prepared to let Landon treat me that way. I know half of the stories I read about him will be exaggerated, but I know what I’m like too. I’ve had my heart broken once, and if I’m going to let myself go again, I have to make damn sure that Landon isn’t going to disappear on me as soon as he’s got what he wants. Even if that means risking holding out on him, or not having sex with him again at all. If it’s going to end at all, I’d much rather it end now, before I’m in too deep. Alright, we’ve only known each other for three days, but I’ve known about him for a lot longer than that. If one of us is taking a risk here, it’s clearly me. This is serious for me, fun obviously, but not throwaway, and I have to make sure he understands that. If he wants me, he has to show he’s willing to commit to me, whatever that means in the context of what is possible for us. What it means for me is that if we are going to fuck each other again, we have to be aware that we are entering into the possibility of some kind of deeper or stronger connection and we have to be conscious of the consequences of that. People fuck each other all the time and it means nothing, but when Landon fucked me just now, I felt the world move, and I knew I would. I don’t want that to mean nothing. I didn’t come here looking for a relationship, and I’m not even sure I want one with Landon, but I want to know that the possibility exists if we continue doing what we’re doing.
I was hoping I’d hate him, but I was wrong. The trouble is, I have a feeling I love him, or at least I have the potential to love him, which is a ridiculous thing to say considering we’ve spent four days with each other, and a dangerous thing to admit to, either internally or to anyone else. If that really is the case, I have to tread carefully, and play this right.
Landon is part of the family now, which means any potential sexual relationship between us has its complications, but isn’t impossible. There are difficulties that will need to be worked around, thought about, put in place when the moment arises and arguably, he stands to lose more than I do if that were ever on the cards, which might lead to a lot more reluctance to engage in one.
We can do nothing but address each issue as the time comes, and the issue I need to address right now is how Landon and I can fuck each other again, without me demonstrating that I need him, without feeling like I’m falling in love with him, and, most importantly, without falling that little bit too far to make the journey back heart breaking, if I have to take it.
“You took your time.”
Landon does not look impressed, but I get the feeling he’s putting it on. He’s still looking at me, even though he’s pretending not to.
“Thought I’d let you have a bit of alone time first so you could gather your thoughts.”
“How considerate.”
“I told you, I’m always thinking about others.”
“I needed you to put my sunscreen on.”
“Well why didn’t you come back in and say?”
I hold the bottle out to him, which makes it harder for him to refuse, and sort of ignore his question at the same time.
“I can’t reach my back, and seeing as you’re already acquainted with it.”
Landon comes over and takes the bottle. I can see he feels obliged and doesn’t like it one bit. When he sits down on the edge of the lounger I feel my tummy squirm. He may have softened a little bit, but he’s still thicker than most and so obvious in the shorts he’s wearing. I feel horny knowing he’s about to put his hands on me, especially because neither one of us will know wh
at it might lead to. On one hand I’m just asking him to apply a bit of sunscreen, on the other, I’m as horny as hell and desperate to have him fuck me again, but super keen not to show it. The sexual tension is driving me crazy, but I love it. I love knowing that Landon wants me and I love holding the cards and deciding if and when he gets it.
I spin over so he can get to my back, making sure my summer dress is loose at the top so he can slide his hands right in under the fabric.
“You might have to take your dress off again if you want me to do it properly.”
Landon lifts my hair up and sets it to one side, before running his hands out across my shoulder blades, up to my neck and then down a little further, under my dress and towards my bum as far as he can reach.
“I don’t want to get lotion all over the fabric.”
“Just don’t go that low.”
“You don’t want an all over tan?”
His hands on me feel incredible, and I knew they would.
“You think it would suit me?”
“I think taking your dress off would suit you.”
“I think taking my dress off would suit you.”
“I think it would suit us both.”
Landon pauses to put more sunscreen in his palm, which he works around the left side of my back.
“I wouldn’t want to overdo it.”
“I don’t think there’s any chance of that.”
He moves from my back to my arms, massaging my upper arm and interlocking his fingers into mine to push my palms back. It feels great, and embarrassingly, I can’t help but moan a little.
“Where did you learn to do that?”
“I’m not just your average football jock.”
“I know that already. You’re an average underwear model too.”
“You want me to do your legs?”
“Are you asking for permission?”
“I thought I better had.”
“Just in case I refuse?”
“You know you’re turning me on.”
“Do all simple actions turn you on, Landon?”
“They might do with you.”
“Maybe you ought to put cold water in that jacuzzi before you get into it.”
“I wasn’t going to get into it at all.”
Landon lifts my dress up over my panties to flatten against my back. He begins at my ankles, pulling my legs apart so he can get more easily at the flesh there. Simple strokes run fingers over my skin, a delicate pin point of pressure shooting bolts of pleasure through the rest of my body. From here I know he’ll be able to see my form. I know he’s seen it once already, but I let him get at it then, this is a different matter entirely. This is seeing the Christmas present before he knows when he can open it. Seeing the toy before he’s given permission to play with it.
“So, you did only come out here to massage me.”
“I’m putting on sunscreen, just so you don’t get confused.”
His hands creep up past my knee, teasing their way towards my inner thigh, before they retreat again, back to the tender flesh of my calf muscle.
“And you’re doing it so well, I won’t need to reapply it.”
“You might if you join me in the jacuzzi.”
“I thought you weren’t going to get in it.”
“That depends on how sweaty I get.”
“And what were you planning on doing exactly?”
His hands sweep towards my inner thigh again, one unbroken movement that whooshes them past my knee from my ankle. This time I feel his finger brush the edge of my panties and I have to concentrate hard not to show it affecting me.
“I was going to do a workout based on one single repeated action.”
He’s at the edge of my panties again, so close I can feel the heat of his hands in my pussy, and I know he’ll be able to feel the heat of my pussy against his hands. He whips them away before I get time to really enjoy it.
“Sounds like a lot of fun.”
“Oh, it is. You can join me if you like, I might even let you hold my balls.”
I don’t get time to respond, before Landon takes his hands away from me and stands back up. I don’t even get one last cheeky squeeze of my inner thigh. I guess I deserve that.
“You’re done.”
“Are you sure I’m completely covered?”
My pussy is fizzing, and I would love him to put his hands back on me. He’s hard, but I don’t want to point it out in case it gives him the wrong idea. The thing is, I’d love to have him fuck me right now. I’d love to have him put that enormous cock anywhere in my body. I’m not going to ask, and he knows I’m not either, which is why he’s not doing anything about it. It’s why he’s stopped mid massage, my pussy wet and his dick equally throbbing. It’s stalemate. It’s about who wants it the most and who can resist the longest. It’s sexual tension city and Landon and I are two runaway trains on course to crash at the main train station. It’s brilliant and awful all in one go, and I’m loving every minute of it.
“Oh, you’re covered alright. I made sure of that. The sun is just going to rebound off you.”
Well played, Landon. I have to admire him for that. Not only for showing resistance but for being intelligent enough to play the game. He’s just upped the stakes, and made me want him even more, which makes what happens from now on, even more dangerous.
I side eye him as he removes his T-shirt, secretly hoping he’s going to remove his board shorts too, which he doesn’t, of course.
“Going so soon?”
“I’ll be close by. You can entertain yourself with the view, I’ve heard it’s absolutely stunning.”
I hold up the bottle of sunscreen, my last trump card.
“You don’t want me to return the favor?”
Landon smiles. “I don’t burn so easily. Maybe you can just give me the massage part when I’m done.”
Not only has he left me throbbing, he’s also stuck the ball firmly back into my court. Ass-hole. I watch him toss a bunch of footballs down to the end of the garden, each one to a different spot, before he jogs after each one and repeats the action by throwing them back towards me.
Even though I’m supposed to be letting the sun get to my back, I find I can’t take my eyes off him, or his balls actually, especially when they are coming towards me so quickly I think I’m going to have to dodge out of the way, before each and every one, every single time, thuds against the foot of the decking so accurately he couldn’t do better with a programmed machine.
I watch him do this about half a dozen times, his bronzed skin sparkling in the sunshine and sweat building up across his forehead, his muscles tensing across his whole body and mine tensing so much too, I feel like I’m going to explode with excitement.
I already know he’s an incredible athlete, I mean I’ve seen him perform so many times it’s almost embarrassing, but seeing it so close up, really brings it home. I could watch this all day and not get bored of it, especially if it was always a private performance.
I know what this is. I know he’s doing this to get me excited, and although I don’t want to admit it, it’s totally working. Landon always looks hot, but right now, he looks absolutely unstoppable. I want that smoking hot strip of man flesh to show me what he can really do with his balls, and I want it now. I can’t resist any longer. He’s done it, he’s beaten me. He’s won.
My mouth is open to shout to him, the words are halfway out and I’m so overwhelmed by what I know I need to do before I lose my moment of courage, that I must misinterprete the sound, or just not hear it at all.
“There you both are.”
Landon freezes, while I turn so suddenly to see what I hope isn’t there, I tip the sunlounger and splutter spectacularly onto the decking. Marvin has just about enough time to duck, before the football whizzes past him and crashes through the french windows.
My heart drops. I know Landon’s will have done too. This is bullshit. Marvin is supposed to be ill, but he doesn’t look it.
He looks normal, better than normal in fact. They are supposed to be in hospital in New York, not here, fucking up my moment. How the hell did they get here anyway?
“Fuck.”
Mom frowns at me.
“Tilly, language.”
There is a moment of absolute silence, before Marvin gathers himself enough to speak.
“I guess you weren’t expecting us.”
Landon
I knew it. I knew we’d run out of time, or miss our opportunity or whatever. Tilly’s eyeballing me so obviously across the room I’m surprised Rachel and Dad don’t pick up on it. She was about to fold as well, even though I know she’ll never admit it, one hundred percent she was about to beg me for it.
I guess in some way we got lucky. If Dad had rocked up even fifteen minutes later, he would have caught us at it, because there is no doubt in my mind that Tilly would have been launching herself at me as soon as I dropped my sweaty body into that jacuzzi. She was wet as soon as I started rubbing sunscreen on her tender skin.
“Well?”
Dad looks like a completely different person. Whatever they did to him has clearly worked, perhaps a little bit too well.
“A bug.”
“A bug? What kind of bug?”
“Just a bug. They didn’t really know much more than that, other than it wasn’t serious.”
“Serious? You looked half dead when they loaded you up onto the ambulance.”
“I know, right? I was in bad shape, that’s for sure. Thank you for organizing that by the way.”
Tilly looks just as pissed off as I do. I doubt this is the welcome back party they were expecting us to give them, even though they don’t seem to be picking up on it.
“And that’s it. One minute you’re puking your guts up all over the place, the next you’re better than normal?”
“Well, no, not exactly. They gave me some drugs, which worked, and then after an hour or so I felt so much better there didn’t seem any point in staying.”
“We tried to call but couldn’t get through, obviously.”
My eyes go to Rachel momentarily. She looks tired and can’t have slept much more than I have.
