“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.”
“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.
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.”
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