Obsession: A Twin Menage Romance

by Stephanie Brother

  “Dad?”

  Like I say, he can’t go two minutes without needing some kind of attention. I guess it’s that ego he has to feed.

  “We’ll have lunch when we get back home.”

  “We have to wait until we get back home? Didn’t you bring any chocolate or anything?”

  “No.”

  “That’s not very survivalist, is it?”

  “You’ll have to catch and kill a duck.”

  “I can’t believe we didn’t bring any chocolate.”

  We stop for a moment while Marvin points out some exotic species of bird in the air, which Landon and I can’t see because we don’t have binoculars. We all have to wait patiently until Marvin confirms it’s flown over, and all I see are wisps of cloud and hazy lines choked by too much sun. When Marvin has jotted it down in the notebook he carries around his neck, we get going again.

  “Mom, since when have you been into birding?”

  “Oh, you know, I’ve always dabbled.”

  Mom has never dabbled. I doubt she even knows the difference between a goose and a swan, she’s here because Marvin is. I let it go. The last thing I want to do is break her illusion. If she’s happy because he is, that’s fine by me. It’s not my thing, but he’s not my husband either.

  “So, Tilly, got a boyfriend?”

  Now? He chooses this moment to ask me whether I’ve got a boyfriend.

  “Had.”

  What the fuck? “Mom!”

  “You did have.”

  “That question wasn’t for you though, was it?”

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-. It’s the same answer though isn’t it?”

  “Warbler”, Marvin says quickly and stops so abruptly that I crash into Mom and Landon stumbles into the back of me.

  “Jesus Christ.”

  Again we wait patiently for the bird to fly over and Marvin to jot it down in his notebook.

  “What happened?”

  “What do you mean what happened? Nothing happened. We split up, that’s it.”

  “What did he dump you for?”

  This time I’m the one who stops sharply. Landon is smiling when I turn around to him.

  “Come on, anyone who says ‘we split up’ really means they got dumped.”

  “It’s none of your business.”

  “Come on, I was just making conversation.”

  “Well make it about something else.”

  “If it still hurts, maybe you’re not over it properly, and if you’re not over it properly, maybe that’s why you haven’t moved on.”

  The Donkey giving me relationship advice? This is rich. If he wasn’t so annoying he might be quite amusing.

  “I haven’t moved on because I-. Look, like I say, it’s none of your business.”

  “Just trying to be helpful, Sis.”

  That’s the last thing he’s trying to be and he knows it.

  “Don’t call me Sis.”

  “Ok, Tilly, I’m just trying to be helpful. I’m just trying to be helpful, Rachel. Tilly’s a good looking girl, I’m surprised she isn’t attached.”

  Landon has a huge shit eating grin on his face when I turn to look at him.

  “You’re not the only one. If Tilly found herself a man I’d be over the moon for her.”

  “I am right here, you know?”

  “What kind of guys do you like, Tilly?”

  Alpha-male underwear models? All star athletes? Step brothers? Hmmm, let me think.

  “What do you care what type of man I like?”

  “Well, you know, I figure we’ve got a week here, we might as well sort out each other’s problems.”

  “Problems? I’m not exactly number one in that list, Landon. Maybe we should start with you first.”

  “Please do”, Marvin says.

  “I hate to break it to you all, but I’m absolutely, one hundred percent problem free. The only problem I’ve got is how to keep myself entertained without going mad for the next six days.”

  “You do realize that statement is contradictory.”

  “Keeping someone like me caged up is contradictory. That’s like putting a tiger in a zoo.”

  Landon Maddox things he’s a tiger. He’s even more delusional than I thought.

  “One, you are arrogant.”

  “No I’m not.”

  “Two, you think the world shines out of your ass.”

  “Ok, I do, but not without good reason.”

  “Three, you’re attention seeking.”

  I can see Marvin nodding even though Landon might not be able to.

  “Wait, are these supposed to be negative things?”

  I hang my head at the end of a long sigh. It’s like he just doesn’t see it. Either that, or he doesn’t want to admit it.

  “Mom, what do you think?”

  “I think you two are getting along much better than I could have hoped.”

  Ok, Mom is just as delusional. It must be some kind of condition brought on by being in love.

  “Marvin?”

  Please tell me you agree with me, Marvin. Your son needs an attitude adjustment.

  “I’ve been telling him the same for years, but it goes in one ear and out the other. He’s not going to change, Tilly, no matter how much we want him to. Landon is Landon. Far too talented for his own good.”

  Talented is not the way I would have described it.

  “Alright, my turn.”

  “This ought to be good.”

  “You let people walk all over you, which is probably why you were dumped.”

  I bite my tongue.

  “You don’t think highly enough of yourself, which is probably why you look so pissed off all the time.”

  This time I can see Mom nodding. I want to believe she’s nodding at another conversation, or just nodding at random, but I know she’s not.

  “You’re in denial.”

  “What the fuck does that mean?”

  “Tilly, language.”

  “I think you know what it means. Your problem, Tilly, is that you’re afraid of what people think of you, so you change the way you behave so you can’t get hurt. You think I’m looking for approval all the time, it’s the other way round.”

  “That’s your impression after, what, twenty four hours of knowing me?”

  Landon shrugs his shoulders. “I’m good at first impressions.”

  “You’re wrong at first impressions.”

  “Whatever. You’re the one who’s come here with some kind of ax to grind. I came here to meet my new sister, not tell her how much of a bad person she is.”

  “Step sister.”

  “There, that. Why does that bother you so much?”

  “You don’t get it, do you?”

  “Tell me what I don’t get.”

  “You. Landon Maddox. You’re everywhere. I can’t go a minute without seeing you. Landon Maddox did this, Landon Maddox broke that record, The Donkey fucked another girl, or flashed his dick in another magazine. And all the time I see you with that same cocky smile like you own the world. You have never once given me the impression that you care about anyone else but yourself. You are here because your coach ordered you to come, not because you wanted to get to know us as a family. Because you couldn’t keep your dick in your own pants. You didn’t even go to your own Dad’s wedding. His only son didn’t come to his wedding. You realize how selfish that is?”

  “I had a pretty decent excuse.”

  “Whatever. I’m not the only one who thinks it. I know Mom’s all rose tinted glasses, but I know how she really feels. She’s being polite to bite her tongue. The world does not stop when Landon Maddox says so, no matter what you think. No one person is as important as you think you are, especially not yourself. If you don’t figure that out soon, you are suddenly going to find yourself with no-one left. Why do you think all the girls you fuck sell their stories? Yeah Landon Maddox has a big dick, but it’s not as big as his ego. I’ll tell you a secret, and every girl will give you the
same answer, if it was a choice between both of those things being huge, or both of those things being normal sized, I know which I would choose.”

  When I’m done, I’m almost out of breath. Mom and Marvin are far off into the distance and Landon is looking at me like I’m a crazy woman possessed.

  “Is that it?”

  “You want me to go on? I’ll go on all week if you want me to.”

  “Yeah, somehow I don’t doubt that. You know what I think?”

  “What?”

  “I think you seriously need to get laid.”

  I stay there rooted to the spot, while Landon barges past me, strides heavily away and eventually catches up with Mom and Marvin. From across the field, I watch the wave to me, beckoning me over to join them.

  Laid? When was the last time I even thought about getting laid, let alone when it last happened. Is that how The Donkey’s going to solve my problems, with his magic fucking wand?

  Landon

  Oh, man, she is so uptight. Listening to her is like reading one of the hundreds of newspaper columns that just don’t get it. She’s jealous, that’s all it is. It’s that toxic sensation that creeps into people when they see others enjoying themselves, having a good time and doing something that makes them happy. She’s just upset because she’s not doing art, or whatever it is she wants to do that will make her happy, and because of it, she’s going to be alone, every night. I understand why now, especially if she’s that vicious with every man she meets. She’s got to loosen up. Yeah I think highly of myself, but I’m not doing anyone any harm. Besides which, I am as good as I think I am. I’m a damn good athlete, I’m getting to the top of my game, even though I know there is room for improvement, and despite what she says, everyone loves me, even more than I do in some cases.

  I think it’s just the denial thing I already told her about. She can’t cope with the fact that she agrees with me. Not only does she agree with me, she actually likes me. It’s just she isn’t meant to be that person, and she doesn’t want to lump herself with the masses. She’s the arrogant one, because she is desperate to prove that she can resist me, when both of us know she can’t. It’s academic anyway, which makes me laugh, because there is no way we can ever be together.

  If she keeps fighting it, she’ll eventually wear herself down. She can’t keep hiding from the truth forever. I can’t wait to see her face when that day comes, when she finally admits to me that even though I talk a good game, I give one too. You ask those hundreds of girls how they feel, even though they may have gone on to sell their stories, and I bet they’ll all tell you they’ve never had better. You ask all the top coaches in the league and all the players too who the best player in the AFC or the NFC is today, and has been for the last three years, objectively, they’ll all say me, unequivocally. My talent isn’t in doubt, and I don’t see the reason to be all coy about hiding it. I’m not saying anyone else is bad, I’m just saying they aren’t as good as me.

  Tilly falls back for a while chewing over what I said to her, which gives me a chance to talk to Rachel and find out a little bit about her teenage daughter.

  If I’m stuck here for a week, I might as well give myself a project. That’ll show Tilly I can demonstrate my interest, even if it’s not entirely noble.

  That ex-boyfriend turns out to be the only boyfriend she’s ever had, and the whole relationship lasted a month and a half. Shock horror. That’s almost as short as some of mine. Aside from that, and despite being pretty damn sexy when she puts her mind to it - the image of her in her red panties is now imprinted on my brain and I can’t tell whether it’s just because I’m chomping at the bit to get laid - Tilly has had little other romantic involvement, at least nothing she’s told her mother about.

  They don’t have a close relationship, of course, which sort of reflects the kind of relationship I have with my dad.

  H’s supportive, and he’s always been there for me, but we never talk about feelings and bullshit like that. I always thought it would be different between two woman, but I guess not, and the kind of shit she’s liberally telling me now, I get the impression is the kind of stuff she wouldn’t sit down and talk to Tilly about.

  Maybe that’s why she’s behaving like such a dick around me. If she hasn’t had time to build up strong relationships with men, maybe she just doesn’t know how to behave around them.

  Rachel confides that she thinks Tilly was responsible for pushing him away, that she wasn’t flexible enough and eventually he got tired of trying to change her.

  “She’s always been set in her ways, you know with the art and stuff, determined, which is great, but stubborn too. I think it’s held her back. It’s the reason she won’t do any old job to pay the bills. She won’t listen either. She has to do it her way.”

  “Sounds familiar.”

  “Yeah, I was right though, Dad”, I point out.

  “And so is Tilly, and everyone else who believes strongly enough that they are.”

  “I think she’s lonely.”

  We’ve stopped now, waiting for Tilly to catch up with us at a place where the trail divides into two parts. From here, trudging along the track, her dress billowing in the wind and her arms folded across her chest - her ample chest I have to admit - she does look lonely.

  Finally she catches up to us. Whether sister or stranger, and despite what she said earlier, I’m beginning to warm to her. I can feel it inside me, like that sensation you get after a big meal. It’s good to have her back with us, even if it’s just to throw insults at me.

  “Are we nearly done? I’m starving and my feet hurt.”

  Fuck, mine too. Mine hurt like hell.

  “Shouldn’t be more than ten minutes back to the car.”

  “And then an hour and a half from there.”

  Tilly falls alongside me for a moment, before the track narrows and she has to go in front. I can’t resist it.

  “Have you ever been a cheerleader, Tilly?”

  An extended middle finger, pointed aggressively in my direction, couldn’t have been a more perfect answer.

  ***

  At home, I spend the afternoon getting the jacuzzi working, while Tilly sunbathes out on the deck. For a girl that can’t stand being around me half the time, she seems to be spending a decent amount of time in my shadow.

  I try and strike up a conversation but she’s clearly still pissed off from earlier. She grunts a couple of responses to my suggestion that she really ought to be sunbathing in her bikini if she wants to get a tan, and then loses herself for much of the rest of the afternoon in her book.

  Rachel and Dad occupy themselves by planning the outings for the rest of the week, cooking, transferring notes from one ledger to another, and then sleeping. When I go into the house to try and find the mains valve for the water, I catch them crashed out on the sofa, huddled together and snoring away.

  With the jacuzzi filling up, I try again with Tilly.

  “The time would pass much faster if we got along, you know.”

  “The time is passing just fine, thanks.”

  “You going to join me?”

  “I told you, I don’t have my bikini.”

  “I don’t have my bikini either, but it’s not going to stop me. It’s exactly what your body needs after a long walk. A bath and a massage.”

  “No, thank you.”

  “Not even the massage part?”

  Tilly looks over towards me, out over the top of her sunglasses like Rachel has a tendency to do.

  “You’re going to give me a massage? You?”

  “I might if I knew you’d appreciate it.”

  “I think that’s one step too far, don’t you? The great Landon Maddox doing something for someone else for a change. What would the papers say? It might ruin your reputation.”

  “Suit yourself.”

  She’s back to her book now, but I know she’s thinking about it. My hands all over her skin, caressing the parts of her body the sun isn’t reaching. The par
ts no-one has touched for a while.

  I catch myself wondering if she regularly masturbates. I catch myself thinking that I might have to soon.

  “The water is the perfect temperature.”

  “So make sure you enjoy it before it goes cold.”

  I don’t have my swimming trunks, but fuck it, I’m not going to let that hold me back. My feet are so sore from that walk they need soaking. I’m not going to come to a property that has a jacuzzi and not use it.

  “You’re not going to offer to give me one?”

  “There is no part of you that needs any more massaging, Landon.”

  I beg to differ. There’s one very specific part of me that would respond extremely well to that. I watch Tilly turn the page, but I know already she’s stopped reading the book. She stopped when I took my T-shirt off and pretended not to look.

  Maybe it’s best she doesn’t get in with me based on what happened at the end of the garden this morning. I thought it would be easier to hold myself back, but I guess not. I must be even more virile than I thought I was. It doesn’t help that she’s hot either. Annoying maybe, but definitely hot. I mean I know she’s my step sister and everything but a man can be objective.

  “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to get in it?”

  I’ve got to stop thinking like this. There is no way that this can end well if I carry on along this road. I imagine the headlines as I slowly peel away the rest of my layers, making sure I’m doing so in plain view of Tilly. I’m playing with fire but I can’t help it. It’s only day two as well. What the hell is going to happen on day seven?

  Landon Maddox in shock affair with his stepsister. Landon Maddox couldn’t keep it in his pants. The family member that ended Maddox’s career. The Donkey falls in love.

  Fuck. Where the hell did that come from?

  Tilly slams her book shut, and without even taking a single look at me, stood there in my boxer shorts like a Roman God, slides open the French windows and heads on inside.

  A moment later, water spills insultingly out of the top of the jacuzzi, seeping quickly through the decking towards the dry earth below.

  Three.

  Tilly

  I can’t sleep, and this time it’s not because The Donkey keeps me up with his incessant pissing, or ridiculous games, it’s because, for one reason or another, I can’t get the loud-mouthed, can’t-do-anything-wrong, star athlete out of my head. I can’t tell you how annoying that is either. First he invades my world, and then he invades my head. The next thing he’ll be doing is invading my dreams. He might already be there if I could sleep for long enough to find out.