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At first I think it’s raining. There is a thunderous sound of water splashing down into water, so close it could be the same room. It wakes me, and while I allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness, I realize the light I think I’m focussing on isn’t a light at all, it’s the moon like shape of Landon’s buttocks.
He’s there, in the bathroom, the door wide open, and his boxer shorts inexplicably lowered so his perfect ass is hanging in the air, pissing. Pissing thunderously like a fucking race horse.
“Landon, what the fuck?”
I sit up in bed, unable to comprehend exactly what’s going on, while Landon looks casually over his shoulder.
“Oh, hey.”
“What are you doing?”
What he’s doing is evident, but that’s not exactly the point of the question. This fucking adonis has woken me up in the middle of the night to take a mammoth piss. A piss that is still going. What the hell has he been drinking? More importantly, why the hell is the door open.
“Taking a leak.”
“With the door open?”
“Yeah, I guess, I hadn’t noticed, sorry. Did I wake you?”
Did you wake me? What a question. As my eyes grow more accustomed to the failing light, more of his perfectly chiselled body comes into view. Naked from the waist up, the tail of a tribal tattoo sweeping across his back, boxer shorts pulled down, I expect to give his mammoth cock air, and socks, jesus, he’s still wearing socks. Hang on a minute, is that?
“Landon, the door!”
“Don’t worry, I’m finishing now.”
There are at least twenty more seconds pissing, and a good ten seconds making sure he’s got it all out. After that, he gives a long sigh, pulls his boxer shorts up and flushes the chain, all of which creates a noise loud enough to wake the whole house. When he turns to face me, pausing briefly for no apparent reason other than to allow me to take him in, I feel like I’m front row in one of his catwalk shows, or eyes deep in a particularly well printed magazine. He is, even in the thin light, absolutely unquestionably huge. Mouth wateringly huge. Pussy wettingly huge. Pantie meltingly huge. Eye wateringly-.
“Tilly?”
“Huge. Fuck.”
I slap my hand across my mouth but the word has already escaped.
“I knew it”, Landon says, shaking his head. “Naughty, Tilly. I might let you see it if you play your cards right.”
“Wait, I didn’t mean that.”
But it’s too late. Landon is already back in his room and I can hear him laughing like a hyena through the walls. This isn’t right. I hate Landon Maddox, how many times do I need to tell myself that? I. Hate. Landon. Maddox. Maybe if I go to sleep this will have all been a dream. He’ll forget about it in the morning, right?
Fuck.
Two.
Landon
This is going to be hilarious. I knew there would be a good reason to bring my kit, and this is it. It’s just gone six am, I’ve already slept far more than I ever usually do, mostly because I’m sleeping alone, and even though no-one else is awake yet, I’m going to give them all a little ten-hut alarm clock to start the day. If Rachel wants us to act like a family, I’ll show her I mean to. This is exactly what a brother would do to his sister.
Tilly is half in the bed, half out of it. One long, slender leg curls around the duvet, while the other hides inside it. I can see the thin fabric of her panties clinging tightly to a nicely shaped ass although I can’t quite make out the color of them. Light is already creeping in through gaps in the drapes to the French windows, but not enough to pull her awake.
The house is silent. It’s practically the middle of the night still in some people’s worlds, and here I am, crouched over my brand new stepsister, my helmet and shoulder pads on, and dark lines painted carefully underneath my eyes. In the weird half light, I look like some kind of sports monster.
We used to do this to rookies at training camps, just to see how they’d react. If they took the joke well, you knew they’d fit in. I want to see if Tilly’s got the same kind of bottle. That, and I want to spook her out for making such an issue out of sleeping in here in the first place. I mean, what’s wrong with sharing a room anyway? It’s not like I’m some kind of sex addict or anything that finds any nubile girl irresistible. If she can’t handle being in the same room as me because of some crush, that’s her issue not mine. She ought to know I’m out of the game, and anyway, like I said already, I’d have to be totally desperate to do my own step sister, no matter how much she pretends she doesn’t want it.
I get my face as close to hers as I can, crouched over so when she wakes she’s going to be practically trapped in beneath me. I can feel her breath cooling on my lips, and a heat rising off her body that feels like an invitation to join her.
She’s sleeping so deeply I’m going to have to be noisy to wake her. I begin to breathe through my nose. I tense my shoulders and I count down from three. She’s going to freak when she works out what’s going on.
“Omaha! Ten-hut, ten-hut, red eighty ten-hut.”
Tilly wakes up with a snap, smashes her forehead violently against my helmet and flails at me wildly with swinging punches of sleep tired arms. When she’s just about caught her breath and worked out it’s me, not some ax-murderer from the countryside, she’s pressed up against the far wall, and shaking like a leaf. I can’t stop laughing. It hurts so much I have to hold my sides.
A moment later Dad comes in and throws the room into light. Rachel is seconds behind him, her eye mask slid up on to the top of her head.
“You fucking asshole.”
In her haste to get away from me, it seems like Tilly has forgotten she’s almost naked. She looks good in her nearly see through, naughty little red panties, and I wonder if she’s put them on for me especially. There is absolutely no sign of her timidness now.
“What on earth is going on here?”
Dad looks at the scene with a face twisted by confusion. Tilly up by the wall, obviously pissed off, me standing in the middle of the room dressed for a game, laughing like I’ve just been told the world’s funniest joke. It’s kind of a weird thing to see first thing in the morning.
I compose myself as best I can, but tears are streaming out of my eyes and it takes me a moment to speak without stuttering.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. Oh man, I was just heading out for some practise. I didn’t think you two would be here to be honest. I thought everyone would already be up eating breakfast or out looking for animals.”
I hold my hands up to apologize, but Tilly’s having none of it. I didn’t expect her to get this scared to be honest, but she looks like she’s seen a ghost. The whole thing has worked perfectly.
“Practise? Are you serious? Since when is waking people up in the middle of the night, dressed like some fucking cartoon character part of an American football game?”
“Tilly, language.”
I decide now might be a good time to take off my helmet.
“I’m sorry, I was trying to be quiet. I guess I got a bit excited. I didn’t mean to wake anyone up.”
Rachel looks more concerned by her daughter’s somewhat erratic appearance than mine. “Tilly, are you alright?”
All eyes go to Tilly.
“No, I’m not alright. He woke me up. On purpose.”
All eyes come to me.
“I must have tripped over the bed trying to find the door handle. I guess it’s kind of hard not to wake someone up if they sleep in the living room.”
Tilly narrows her eyes at me. “You asshole.”
“Right, that’s enough.”
This is like some kind of contemporary American Mexican stand off. It’s a weird scene - me in my team kit, Dad and Rachel in matching pajamas, Tilly like some rising star in a barely legal porn film. We could all be extras in a kind of odd theatre production.
“We might as well get up now and make the most of the day.”
At least Rachel is pos
itive.
“I was sleeping.”
“And now you can make the most of the day. Besides which, Landon is right, sleeping in here might not be the most convenient place if you want to lie in.”
Any lower and Tilly’s jaw would be scrapping on the floor. When she realizes she’s outnumbered, unfairly so or not, she barges past me, pushing her shoulder strongly into my chest before entering the bathroom and slamming the door. A moment later, before any of us have even had a chance to say another word, she’s back out amongst us. We all watch her rifle around in her bag of clothes, pull out a suitable outfit and disappear again into the bathroom.
The walls are too thin to hide her frustrated screams.
“What an earth has got into her?” Rachel says.
I shrug. “Beats me. Maybe she’s just not a morning person like the rest of us.”
We eat breakfast in silence. Actually, that’s not strictly true. Dad, Rachel and I eat breakfast like a family would, and because Tilly refuses to sit down at the table she eats hers on her own at the very end of the garden.
I think she’s still pissed off with me. Yeah, alright, no one wants to get woken up like that, but there’s no point in dwelling on it either. It’s done, there’s nothing she can do to change it, she might as well suck it up and move on. I tell her that, but all it does is infuriate her further. I bet she’s just pissed off she didn’t think of doing it to me first.
When I’ve eaten, and Dad and Rachel have sorted out their plans for the day, I go and find Tilly to try and get her back on side.
It’s only been a couple of hours, but I don’t think I can cope with the prospect of six more days of the silent treatment, especially not here in the middle of nowhere, and even though she wasn’t exactly my number one fan before this morning, at least she was still talking to me.
Dad and Rachel want to go for a country walk, which means if Tilly’s still giving me the stink eye, I either go with them and get bored, or I stay here and get bored. If she’s going to give up so easily, just because of a little early morning fright, I might as well call it a day now and go back to the city. Whether she likes me or not I can cope with, what I can’t cope with is her ignoring me completely.
What did she expect when she was told she was getting a new big brother anyway? If she’s got anyone to blame it’s her mom and my dad for deciding to bring the families together.
I find her at the end of the garden looking out over the endless countryside beyond it.
“Nice color, red, it suits you.”
There’s that look again, like she could melt lead just by thinking about it.
“Fuck off.”
I guess I shouldn’t have started with a joke, even if I meant it.
“Come on, Tilly, I was only messing around.”
“Whatever.”
I sit down on the grass next to her.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“You know you swear a lot for someone so cute?”
I don’t get anything but an eye roll to that comment. She doesn’t move away though, which I guess is a positive sign.
“I mean it. You know, if you weren’t my stepsister.”
“Stop fucking around, Landon.”
“And if I wasn’t already out of the game.”
“You are unbelievable, you know that? You are so arrogant that you think I’d be interested in you even if you were available? That for some reason you telling me all of this is somehow helping me to forget about this morning and helping us form a bond with each other.”
“I’m just saying.”
“This is how you apologize? You tell me you would fuck me if you could. Do you even know how fucked up that is?”
This is going less well than I thought it would, and I’m not even sure how we got onto this subject.
“I was just trying to pay you a compliment, that’s all.”
“Yeah, well, don’t is my advice.”
“I didn’t say I’d fuck you either. You said that. I just said you were cute.”
Tilly shakes her head. She is cute, even if she doesn’t realize it. I get the impression that not enough people have told her it. Actually, thinking about it, I probably would fuck her if she wasn’t my stepsister and I hadn’t been banned from any kind of situation like this that could get me in trouble. She’s hot. Young and inexperienced maybe, but definitely feisty. She’s in denial too, and I can see it even if she doesn’t. That turns me on. Just me being her stepbrother isn’t going to stop her from crushing on me. It might stop her from taking it any further, and it’ll definitely make her deny it, but it won’t stop her from feeling what she does.
“What do you want?”
“Why don’t you admit it?”
“Why don’t I admit what?”
“It’s not weird you know if we’re not related. It’s pretty normal. You just don’t want to admit it because it’ll mean I’m right.”
“You are unbelievable.”
Tilly’s smiling a little now, I think because there’s nothing else she can do. Smiling, shaking her head, going red like the color of her panties.
“Anyway, my dad and your mom are going on a nature trail together and they want to know if we are going to go with them.”
“What did you tell them?”
“I told them I’d ask you and see what you were going to do.”
“I’m pissed off with you, Landon, you know that right? This morning was completely out of order.”
“Come on, Tilly, it wasn’t that bad. Are you going to stay pissed off with me all vacation for something so stupid?”
“Probably.”
I know she isn’t. I know she’s already softening. I know she’s probably at her happiest when I’m giving her attention, and I know she probably loves the fact that I’ve come all the way down here to talk to her even though she’s doing her best to pretend that she doesn’t. Who wouldn’t?
“At least you’re talking to me again.”
“Are you really that shallow that you can’t cope with someone not giving you attention for an hour?”
“Yes, I’m really that shallow. Come on, I don’t want us to spend the whole week fighting, I was only messing around.”
“And I’m not talking to you anyway. Not really. I haven’t forgiven you yet.”
“Yes you have.”
“I’ll kill you if you wake me up like that again.”
“How would you like me to wake you up then? Ah, wait, I think I know how.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“I haven’t said anything. You’re the one with the dirty mind.”
Tilly pulls at a handful of grass and throws it towards me.
“How long have you been banned off it? Is this what I’ve got to cope with? Landon Maddox, the sex addict.”
“Too long, and I’ve got to last all summer. All next season probably too, unless I can find someone that doesn’t want to sell their story. It’s insane, and completely unfair.”
“Poor Landon.”
I tear at the grass myself, throwing a handful in her direction.
“It means you and I are out, so don’t even think about trying to seduce me. If the press got hold of a story about me fucking my stepsister, my career would be finished.”
“Maybe we should do it then, it might make you realize how much of a complete and utter dick you are.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that, I already know how much of a dick I am.”
Tilly holds my gaze for a while before looking away.
“That’s not what I meant.”
I jab my fingers into her ribs to get her attention.
“Hey!” She pushes me hands away and regains her distance.
“Why do you hate me so much anyway?”
“If you don’t know already, I’ll give you a week to find out.”
“Not planning to see me after the vacation then?”
Tilly shakes her head.
“No, not if I can avoid it.”
“Perhaps you won’t be able to.”
“You think I won’t be able to resist you? Landon Maddox, the biggest head in the NFL.”
“Your words, not mine.”
“Your world, not mine.”
“It is now.”
“Not if I can help it.”
I see her eyes dip, caught by something.
“I can see you’re already doing that well.”
“Landon?”
“What?”
“Landon!”
I follow her eyes down to where they are indicating for me to look and realize I’m erect. I’m not just semi hard either, I’m practically poking out of the pocket of my jeans. Tilly puts her hand over her mouth in what is either shock or a damn good impression of it.
“Fuck.”
I knew I was stirring, but I hadn’t realized just by how much. When you’ve got a big dick, it’s kind of hard to hide it sometimes. I can’t help but laugh. I try to reposition myself to hide it, but it isn’t working. I’ve been rumbled. I’ve also been taken by surprise. That’s never happened on any of the modelling shoots I’ve done, so I’ve no idea why it’s happening now. Maybe the body lusts what it knows it can’t have. That would make things a little complicated.
It takes me a moment to realize that Tilly still has her hand over her mouth, not because she’s shocked by what she’s seen, but because she’s trying not to laugh too. It’s her mother’s voice rolling across the garden towards us that finally kills it and brings us both back to reality.
Tilly
What a prick. If he thinks I’m going to fall for yet another cheap shot, he’s got another thing coming. After that bullshit wake up call this morning, I’m not going to let him play me like he thinks he is. I know what he wants. He wants me to throw myself at him like every other dumb bimbo that comes under his spell, and embarrass myself in the process.
Well that isn’t going to happen. Even if I wanted it to, it wouldn’t, and just for the record, I don’t want it to. It’s the last thing I want. His hands all over me? That thing between his legs between mine? Not a chance in hell. Not even if hell freezes over and we are the last two people on this planet. Not Landon Maddox. Not now, not ever. I wouldn’t give him the pleasure.
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