“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.
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.
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