SWOLLEN: A Secret Baby Sports Romance

by Stephanie Brother

Six.

  Tilly

  I wake early, my thoughts gathering slowly like ingredients in a favorite recipe. Landon, yesterday, the lake, unprotected sex, falling even further for him than I told myself I would allow, being absolutely unable to resist any of that, it all happened. It was all real, and today we get to do it all again, that little bit closer, that little bit more advanced, that little bit nearer to going home and real life taking over again.

  Even in this tiny single bed, which Landon easily fills on his own, somehow we fit together.

  He’s still sleeping, twisted on his side away from me, one hand under his cheek, the other slightly behind. I lift the duvet away from him and bunch it up at his feet so I can get at it. I’ve never done this before and I feel like I’m taking advantage slightly, but I know he’s going to love it anyway, which is enough for me to justify it.

  He’s already semi-hard. Landon, it seems, lives in a permanent state of semi or full arousal so I’m not surprised in the slightest. It’s also near morning, and real men are as predictable as the tide when it comes to erections upon awakening.

  I’m careful not to disturb him too much. I want him to stir when I’ve got him fully hard, and what would be ideal is if he woke up, just as he was about to come. In the last two days I’ve become almost an expert at moving around this bed without making a sound, so when I get myself in position and gather Landon in my hands,

  I’m as still as a summer’s day.

  Landon doesn’t move. He doesn’t even change his breathing, or cough, or turn over, and he certainly doesn’t wake up. This slumbering hunk is completely at my disposal, and it’s turning me on even more than I thought it would.

  He’s gorgeous awake, and just as beautiful asleep. He looks peaceful lying there, breathing lightly, his ripped chest lilting slightly to the rhythms of his body, his skin warm with sleep, his perfection already hardening in my hands. I’m going to suck him until he comes, even though I’d absolutely love to fuck him. I’m wet, and it would be easy enough to get him hard and sink myself down on top of him, but I’m not going to do it. This is for Landon, this is to make him want me so much he can’t help but need me back after this vacation is done.

  This is for me too, of course, I’m not going to lie. This turns me on as much as it would if it were the other way round.

  I wank him erect and then place him inside my mouth, licking him lightly, careful not to do anything that might wake him up too early, and Landon’s cock responds with throbs and twitches that tell me he’s enjoying it enormously, somewhere deep inside his sleep clouded body.

  I nibble and lick and bite and suck and take as much of his length as I can manage, as silently as I can for fear of waking both Landon and our still sleeping parents, and as much as I try to resist but can’t, I begin touching myself as well. If Landon’s going to come, I figure I might as well join him. I’m horny, I’m wet, and I’m now an expert in holding back my moans, so there’s no reason for me not to continue.

  Especially not when it’s so enjoyable.

  I have my head down when Landon stirs. I don’t see him wake but I can tell he has, even before he says anything. There’s a slight change in the response of his body, and if anything, his dick swells even harder in my mouth. He hasn’t come yet, even though I reckon he’s on the edge, and I’d prefer if he were still asleep, but there’s nothing I can do about it now.

  “Now that’s what I call an alarm clock.”

  “It hasn’t sounded yet.”

  “I couldn’t help waking up, sorry.”

  “I’ll just have to try again tomorrow.”

  “You weren’t far off.”

  “You think we can come together?”

  “That depends how close you are.”

  “If you come in my mouth, it’s going to make me come too.”

  “You keep talking like that, it’s going to be inevitable.”

  “Then there’s only one thing for it.”

  Landon has to put a pillow over his mouth to muffle the sound, while his body jerks in rhythmic response to my sucking. Running my tongue across the very tip of his penis has him almost begging me to stop, and when I don’t it’s practically inevitable he’s going to come.

  I can’t hold myself back when I see what I’ve done to him, and it’s lucky it’s all happened so fast, because just after he ejaculates, his body still jerking around uncontrollably beneath me, and before I even have time to pull away from him, I hear Mom and Marvin getting up and moving around in the living room.

  I’m still coming and trying desperately to keep quiet when the bathroom door swings open, the shower goes on and the world comes alive, less than eight inches of wall between us.

  I crawl back into bed alongside Landon when I’m done, keen to maximize the time we have together. We’ll have to get up soon and pretend that none of this has happened, and day by day that gets harder and harder.

  “That was incredible.”

  Landon’s breathing is raspy and staccato, his voice almost a whisper. I fold myself into him.

  “My pleasure.”

  “Tomorrow I’ll return the favor.”

  “Later you’ll return the favor. Tomorrow is far too far away and I can’t wait that long anyway.”

  “Then I’ll do that as well.”

  “You think we’ll be able to get away?”

  “They won’t be able to stop us. Dad’s a sick man, remember. He’s housebound under doctor’s orders.”

  “You want to go first or shall I?”

  “Let’s just stay here until we get called. Out there we can’t do this.”

  Landon pulls me into him to kiss me.

  “We can’t do that in here either now, they’ll hear us.”

  “We’ll tell them we’re watching a film.”

  “At nine o’clock in the morning?”

  “Sure, why not?”

  “We should get up.”

  “Not yet.”

  “Come on. It’ll mean you’ll just want it more.”

  “I want it enough already.”

  “Then you’re already off to the perfect start.”

  Breakfast is a mix of hot coffee, buttered toast, thigh squeezes, and smoldering looks that could easily get us caught. It’s so clear that there is something going on between us that even Marvin makes an offhand comment about it, and I have to make up some story about Landon snoring so loudly in the night that I had to push him onto his side so I could get back to sleep.

  I think it works. Mom just laughs and nods as though it’s something she’s experienced with Marvin, and can well believe it happening with his son too, while Landon, for his part, plays along enough to make it seem convincing. I divert the attention away as soon as possible, changing the subject and moving the focus elsewhere. If I could do so without making it obvious, I’d move Landon’s hand away from my lap too. I love having it there, but every time he squeezes my inner thigh, I have to concentrate doubly hard for us not to get caught. The last time he did it I wasn’t expecting it, let out a little yelp of excitement and had to pretend I’d bitten my tongue.

  Landon’s playing fast, loose and reckless, part of which terrifies me, part of which turns me on.

  “Did you sleep alright, Marvin?”

  “I did, thank you.”

  “You look better, Dad, to be fair. You’ve got more color.”

  “I feel like I’m back to normal.”

  Talk about up and down. One minute he’s emptying the contents of his stomach all over the bathroom floor, the next he’s as right as rain. He better not be getting any ideas about a last day family walk into the middle of nowhere. If Landon and I can’t get a little bit of alone time during which we can both let ourselves go, there is every chance that tonight we won’t be able to hold in the noise of our pleasure as much.

  I feel like I should check, just in case he’s planning on doing something stupid.

  “That’ll be because the rest is doing you good. You don’t want to exer
t yourself just in case you get sick again.”

  Mom nods in agreement. “Tilly’s right, Marvin.”

  “I’m not going to get sick again.”

  “Not if you stay away from that tuna.”

  “Hey! It wasn’t food poisoning or we’d all have got it. There’s nothing wrong with my tuna, thank you.”

  I’m not entirely sure that’s true, but I don’t want to make a point of it. Mysterious illness or not, if Marvin hadn’t have gotten sick, Landon and I would be sat on opposite sides of this table, perhaps even on opposite sides of this room.

  “So, what are you two going to do for your last day?”

  Landon shrugs, and then gives me a look that makes me hot with desire. “Tilly?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe we can go for a walk.”

  “It’s a lovely day. There are some trails around here you can follow, like the one we took before Marvin got sick.”

  Trails aren’t quite private enough for what I want. I need middle of nowhere, off the beaten track wild enough to have cover, isolated enough for no-one to be able to hear us scream. Maybe we need to take the car because across this flat land, too close to the house and the sound might travel. Marvin has the look of an expert on animal noises too. I bet if he heard us, he’d know it wasn’t the mating call of a skunk, that’s for sure.

  “Or a drive.”

  Landon squeezes my knee and I can’t help it shooting up uncontrollably and banging against the table. Marvin looks up from his book.

  “What was that?”

  “Nothing”, I say, hoping I’m not going red, a squeeze of retribution doing nothing to Landon’s casual exterior. He should go and sit on his sofa, or outside, or in the jacuzzi, or anywhere else but next to me because sooner or later someone’s going to catch us. They can already probably see my heart beating wildly in my chest.

  “Why don’t you go and sit somewhere else?”

  I can’t even say it in a bitchy way now.

  “I’m alright here, thanks. I’m still eating.”

  “I’ve never seen anyone eat so much in my life. It must be all that exercise you’re doing.”

  Thanks Mom, now I’m definitely going red.

  “I think it must be, Rachel. Just sharing a room with Tilly is an exercise alone. An exercise in patience and control.”

  Mom can’t help but laugh.

  “She’s a bit demanding isn’t she?”

  “Mom?!”

  “Are you, Tilly? I don’t think I’ve seen that side yet.”

  This is too much to bear. I’m either going to turn the color of a beetroot or fall into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. I move to Landon’s couch to join Marvin in the living room, just to try and avoid it.

  “It’s a shame you have to stay here.”

  “Doctor’s orders.”

  Landon swings around on his chair.

  “What about a picnic, Tilly? We could drive up into the hills we saw on the other side of the lake, lay a rug out, sit down, eat. I could do with getting out of the house a bit today.”

  Or a lot today.

  “That sounds lovely”, Mom says. “The weather is perfect for it.”

  “You don’t mind?”

  “If we could come with you, we would.”

  “I feel well enough to go.”

  “You’re doing nothing but relaxing today, Marvin.”

  “I have to agree, Dad. The last thing I want to do is carry you down from the hills and drive you back to New York.”

  “I can’t tell you how pleased I am that you two are getting along. I was so worried that you’d be fighting all the time, but no, Marvin and I were saying only yesterday when you were out how proud we are of you both.”

  “Thick as thieves”, Marvin says, without lifting his eyes from the page of his book. The way he says it makes me wonder if there’s subtext buried without the statement, but if there is, I don’t want to dwell on what it might mean. I shake it off.

  “It’s not like I’ve got much choice who I socialize with.”

  “You might get reception on your cell phone up in the hills”, Landon says. “You can find out what your real friends are up to. If you have any.”

  I mouth the word ass-hole to him and I swear Mom sees it even though she doesn’t mention it. I guess she’s too busy trying to find out if I could leave the whole of the twenty first century behind should I need to.

  “Have you missed it?”

  “Have I missed what?”

  “Your cell phone, Tilly. The internet. Facebook, instagram, linkedin, your entire social life in one handy little device.”

  What kind of a question is that? That’s like saying, have you missed the real world? I’d prefer to be back at home on a permanent basis, rather than here for a long period of time, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t enjoyed the freedom of being away from it all for a while. Especially with Landon thrown into the mix.

  Our surroundings are obviously extremely beautiful here, but the most naturally beautiful thing I’ve seen hasn’t been from here at all. It’s sat there at the table smiling at me, and if I close my eyes and can still see it.

  “I could live without it I suppose, if I had to, but only for a little while.”

  “So you’d come back?”

  “Here? With everyone?”

  “With the whole family, all of us. Now that we know each other, we could make this a yearly thing.”

  Landon and I share a glance. He mouths something at me that looks like fuck but I can’t quite make it out. A yearly fuck fest here with Landon. Of course, by this time next year, we might be official. But then again, if we aren’t still together, it might be incredibly awkward.

  “Why has everyone gone quiet? What do you say, Landon?”

  “I think it’s a great idea.”

  “You two can share the same room again, now that Tilly has got over her pride, or we could always go somewhere different.”

  “No, here’s good.”

  I realize I’ve answered quickly and because of that, everyone is staring at me. I have to backtrack a little. “I mean, if Landon doesn’t snore. It’s nice here. I like the decking and the garden, it’s peaceful.”

  “Even without a cell phone signal?”

  Landon is looking at me quizzically.

  “It’s not the only thing we can do to pass the time, I suppose.”

  “That’s the spirit, Tilly. I knew you’d come around in the end. We managed just fine when I was growing up without cell phones and internet. Just ask Marvin.”

  “Dad still doesn’t use one.”

  Cell phones, internet, condoms, unprotected sex, mind-blowing, multiple orgasms, even projectile vomit. There’s a lot of things i’ll remember about this weird vacation away with my portmanteau family, but the biggest will always be Landon. I’ve run out of superlatives to describe him. From the moment I saw him in the flesh, to now, packing food into bags and hunting for a rug to take with us, our connection has just grown stronger and stronger.

  I have no idea what it seems like from the outside, no idea either what it seems like for him, but I get the real sensation that when I’m with him, whatever it is we are doing, even if it’s arguing about something stupid, we are doing it together as a team.

  Mom might see that as sibling camaraderie, Marvin perhaps as something akin to affection, but whatever it is, I know I can’t get enough of it.

  I feel like we are about to embark on a secret mission. As far as Mom is concerned, we are preparing a picnic, a walk in the hills, maybe a bit of sunbathing to while away the day. It’s a hot lie neither of us are going to deny, that makes my whole body giddy with excitement.

  What Mom doesn’t see going into the bag is the large pack of extra large condoms, what she doesn’t notice in the almost innocuous touches Landon gives me, is the light squeeze at the end of them, that turns his fingertips almost imperceptibly white and tells me everything I need to know about what he’s planning for us to do.

  I a
m short of breath when we are ready to go, and it isn’t because I’ve been particularly active getting to this point.

  “Sunscreen?”

  “Check.”

  “Food?”

  “Check.”

  “You know where you are going?”

  “GPS.”

  “Rescue whistle?”

  “Rescue whistle?”

  “I don’t think that’s necessary, Marvin.”

  “You’d be surprised.”

  Tingly pussy? Family pack of condoms? Huge cock? Desire to be immoral? Check, check, fucking check, check.

  Mom funnels us out of the door so quickly it’s almost like she’s trying to get rid of us. I barely have a chance to collude with Landon about our plan either. One minute we are having breakfast, and he makes a suggestion, the next we are packed up on the edge of the property saying goodbye to Mom and Marvin.

  I’m not complaining at all, I’m just surprised it’s been this easy to get away. I thought we’d get a volley of questions about what it was we were thinking of doing, a million obstacles placed in our way to stop us achieving it. God bless the doctor who told Marvin he had to rest up. Thank God for that mystery illness in the first place.

  “Your Mom really wants to fuck. Now I know where she gets it from.”

  “Don’t. I can’t think of anything worse. She’s just pleased we are getting along that’s all.”

  “She’s not the only one.”

  “You could be a bit more subtle.”

  “You’d like it a lot less if I was.”

  “Maybe.”

  From the car we can see the window to the house, but where I expect Mom to be standing, waving at us, she isn’t.

  “They are either fucking or talking about how to cope with what we are doing.”

  “I don’t know which is worse.”

  I put my hand on Landon’s crotch, just to feel it. Just to make sure it’s still there.

  “It’s not going to have gone anywhere you know.”

  “I know, I just-. I’ve wanted to do that all morning.”

  Landon guns the car into action and guides it out onto the road.

  “You think we’re going to fuck this much when we get back home?”

  “Definitely not if you’ve got the internet we won’t.”