Again he comes for me, this time so deep I feel his balls squash against me.
“Right. So I’ll stop then shall I?”
I have to compose myself before I can reply.
“You can stop when you’ve made me come.”
“That’s why I like you, Tilly. You’re funny.”
I fold myself into it, but there is no escape anyway, Landon is all over me. His cock pushing every single button I think I have, his hands on my thighs, or on my tits, or on my neck pulling me into him, his balls riding up against me, his God like perfection wherever I look.
We change position several times, and I do my best in each one to hang on, to not let myself go too soon, to deny Landon the pleasure of knowing he’s doing what he is to me, but I can only cope with so much, and Landon is, after all, in his words and several others, the best fuck I’ve ever had.
It is better than I could have imagined. Better than I dreamed it would be too. Landon is a man of superlatives, as much as I hate to admit it to myself, and would never admit to him, he is a God amongst men.
I didn’t even know it could feel this good. I didn’t even know there were parts on my body that created sensations within me like the ones he seems to be able to make me experience with little other than a twist of his body, a carefully placed hand, or a kiss where I least expect it.
I come, multiple times. I come so much I can’t remember when it begins. I am on top of him rolling my hips forwards and jerking him up inside me, I’m in front of him, facing away, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he drives his way inside me, never brutally and never without care, and I’m by his side when he comes, both of us facing each other, my leg swept across his body, tucked into the gap between his ribs and his hip bone.
We lay like that for a long time, neither one of us knowing quite what to say. We’ve done it. We’ve been unable to resist, and now we need to face the consequences. What happens from here on, I have no idea.
“Jacuzzi?”
I have to laugh. “What is it with you and that jacuzzi?!”
“What’s there not to like? A hot tub full of water in the middle of nowhere with views out over the rolling hills.”
“I didn’t think you liked rolling hills.”
“I can appreciate a good view, Tilly.”
I wonder if this is what it’s going to be like between us always. Incredible sex and good humored banter. Or whether this is a one of. Whether after today, now that he’s got his release, Landon will just forget about me and move onto the next big thing. Part of me doesn’t want to even think about it. If that was the first and the last, I want to hold on to the sensation as long as possible.
“By the way, if we can’t get a cell phone signal, how are they meant to contact us?”
“Hopefully they won’t.”
I can’t tell if he’s playing around or not.
“I’ll have to drive out to somewhere I can pick one up. At any rate, they won’t be coming back tonight, unless Dad makes a miracle recovery. In all honesty, I doubt they’ll bother.”
“How on earth are we going to cope?”
“Look, Tilly, I know you’re used to getting your meals cooked for you, but don’t worry, I’ve lived alone for a while, so I know how to survive.”
“Ass-hole, I know how to cook.”
“I guess we could be here alone for a few days at least. We’ll have to make sure we’ve got enough supplies.”
“Mom brought a whole load of food, way too much probably. I wouldn’t worry about that.”
“Oh, I wasn’t talking about food, I was talking about condoms. That pack of three isn’t going to last us long at all.”
“I guess we’ll just have to manage without. You know, heavy petting and nothing else.”
The look Landon gives me is priceless.
“Let’s see how long you last like that.”
“I bet I can last longer than you.”
“You didn’t even last an hour.”
“I was worried we’d miss our opportunity.”
“And here I was thinking you were just using me.”
I’m the first to get up. I’m hungry, I want to shower, and I don’t want Landon thinking he owns me. Ok, we fucked, it was incredible, I wanted to do it, I want to do it again, but I’m not going to make it easy for him. If Landon wants me, he’s got to earn it at every turn. He’s got to prove he’s serious.
“Admit it.”
I’m at the door, my modesty covered up by his shirt.
“Admit what?”
“Admit that was the best fuck you’ve ever had.”
I laugh. “That wasn’t the best fuck I’ve ever had.”
“You’re lying, I can see it in your face.”
“If that was the best fuck I’ve ever had, what would be the point in doing it anymore? Is that what you were planning to achieve?”
I’m out of the room before I give him a chance to respond, but not before I see him chewing it over.
I’ve just made Landon Maddox mine, and I’m going to try as hard as I can to make it stay that way.
They say he isn’t for keeps, well maybe it’s just that they don’t know how to handle him. Maybe I don’t know either, but I’m going to give it a damn good go.
Even if it doesn’t work, I’ll always have that. The best damn fuck I’ve ever had.
Landon
Well, that worked out way better than I expected. I knew Tilly was going to be dynamite in the sack, I just didn’t realize how good. She covers herself up a lot during the day, even when she’s supposed to be out sunbathing on the decking, so I had no idea just how gorgeous she would be under all of those different threads, but man, that body is mind blowing.
She knows how to fool around too. She gives the impression she’s totally innocent, but based on that performance, I wouldn’t be so sure. One long term boyfriend maybe, but she doesn’t get that technique by holding out. Tilly obviously knows how to please her men, and this one is very pleased right now.
Convincing her to do it in the first place took less than an hour, which was way less time than I was expecting, although maybe the previous three days was what she needed to make up her mind. I’ve got to hand it to my dad, fingers crossed everything’s alright, but without his dramatic exit, I doubt we would have ever got a chance to do it at all.
The next series of questions I’ve got to ask myself is:
How long before we do it again?
Should we do it again?
Am I going to be able to resist?
Tilly is one dangerous girl, and I think she knows it much more than she lets on. I’m not an idiot, I know what usually happens between men and woman - I’ve had enough experience to work it out after all.
There is a power shift that you can’t avoid where women can’t resist their men, right up until the men are the ones that can’t go without what the women provide for them. I’ve got to make sure that never happens with Tilly and I, because I’d never be able to wipe that smug grin off her face if she knew that I really liked her.
This game is already dangerous enough for me to not need added emotional weight to it, and then I know what I’m like. If Tilly and I are here for the rest of the week, alone, with the prospect of sex that good, with the way I already feel about her, I’m going to fall hard.
With that in mind, I wonder if maybe it’s best we don’t stay here at all.
Yeah, like that’s going to happen. When have I ever been able to resist sex? Besides which, I have to stay here under orders from the coach. If I break the promise I gave him and head back to the city, even if the situation is an urgent one, he’s not going to be impressed at all. If I show him I’m making changes and I’m revising my attitude and I’m getting myself set for the coming season, he’ll be so delighted, he might even give me a pay rise.
As long as he doesn’t find out I’m fucking my step-sister that is.
“Shower’s free if you want it.”
I swear to God Til
ly knows exactly what she’s doing. Either there really are no bigger towels, or she’s trying to raise my blood pressure again. Whichever, just standing there, leaned casually against the doorframe, her hair still a little damp where she’s washed it now falling lazily about her shoulders, she looks energized. She looks the part in a life I haven’t experienced yet.
“I thought you were going to invite me to join you.”
“And there I was waiting for you all along.”
“You might have to be a bit clearer with your signals next time, because I thought you wanted to be alone.”
“Maybe you’re just not reading me right.”
“Impossible.”
“The mighty Landon Maddox.”
“See, you do admit it.”
“I’m going to get dressed.”
“You want me to make sure you know how to get your panties on right?”
“Because you’re so good at taking them off?”
“I’ll get better.”
“You might not get a chance.”
Tilly selects clothes from the bag she’s been living out of since we arrived, and walks with them towards the bedroom.
“That’s still my bedroom you know. I could walk in there any minute.”
At the entrance to the room, and with her back turned to me, she opens up the towel that’s barely covering her anyway, and drops it to the ground. I see her nakedness only for a moment, before she steps inside the threshold and closes the door behind her.
I have to smile. Games like this, I absolutely hate being on the other end of, but I appreciate the importance in being able to play them. If I go to the room now, I show her I can’t resist her, but I also run the risk of a potential misunderstanding. She’s set it up so I could make a fool of myself, so even if I desperately want to, there’s no way I can open up that door.
I know this has to go one way and one way only, if I’m going to continue getting what I want, I need to call Tilly’s bluff, pretend I’m not that bothered if we do it at all, and make her beg me for it.
She practically begged in the first place, so I know she wants it, I just need to make sure I can hold out just that little bit longer than she can.
A little while later she reappears. A new dress, her hair swept up into bunches, clean and fresh and smelling wholesome.
I’m sat on the couch where I always sit, and Tilly bounces over to join me, squeezing her cute little ass into the snug of the seat next to me. I know exactly what she’s doing, but I’m not going to allow it.
“You know, I’ve been thinking.”
“Go on.”
“Now that my mom and your dad aren’t here, I’m going to take their room to sleep in. I’ve been sleeping so badly on the floor here, and it doesn’t make any sense to leave a double bed empty.”
“Absolutely, I think it’s a good idea. I can’t cope with you being in a bad mood because of lack of sleep. Today is the brightest I’ve seen you in the last four days, although maybe that wasn’t just because you slept well.”
Tilly narrows her eyes at me.
“Do you ever think about anything else?”
“I think about a lot of different things. Food, football, sex.”
“Men are all the same.”
“You don’t think women are too?”
“Please. Women make men look like apes.”
“And people think I’m conceited.”
Tilly shifts as much as she can in the seat to allow her to be side on to me, for no other reason than so I can see her smile when she says it.
“You are conceited.”
“And you think about sex as much as I do. I’m not the one that brought a whole pile of magazines with me.”
“To read.”
“The pages of pictures of me in my boxershorts. You’re so transparent, Tilly.”
“You were the one that couldn’t resist me just now.”
“Oh, right. That was me taking advantage of you, was it? Especially the part where you begged me to make you come.”
Tilly can’t help but start to go a little red. I’m going to push it, now that I’ve found her button.
“Uh, Landon, uh, oh yeah, uh, harder.”
That gets me a punch across the shoulder that hurts her much more than it hurts me. She’s so easy to wind up.
“You ass-hole.”
“I know you love it.”
“We can’t do that again by the way. It was a once in a lifetime deal that’s now expired.”
“Once in a lifetime?”
“Now expired.”
“Huh.”
Tilly folds her arms across her chest and then her legs over one another. When she’s closed up, she shifts herself away from me in an act of defiance. As much of an act of defiance as you can conceive in the small space of a tiny two seater couch.
“So what are we going to do for the next three days?”
Tilly shrugs her shoulders.
“I don’t know.”
“You’ll get bored.”
“I’m bored anyway.”
“Maybe we should go home then, you know, if there’s nothing else to do. If we’ve exhausted all the possibilities. If you can’t admit that you want me.”
Tilly can’t help but turn back to face me.
“I got what I wanted, I’m fine now.”
“For a while.”
“I managed for long enough without you, Landon, I think I can cope if we never do it again.”
I run my hand along the exposed skin at the top of her dress, across her neck and into the hair at the back of her head. I give it a gentle tug and move myself towards her.
“Are you sure about that?”
She enjoys it for a moment, backing her body into mine so much I have to shift to the side to accommodate her, before she lifts herself up and away from me.
“I’m sure, thanks.”
“You’re lying.”
Tilly shakes her head while beaming a bit smile down at me. It’s the same movement a young girl would make if caught eating chocolate secretly.
“Not lying.”
I know she’s lying. I know she’s playing a game. I know what she really wants is for me to pick her up, take her to the double bed and show her exactly what she’s trying to pretend she’s happy to miss out on. Well, fine. I’m not going to play the game she wants me to play. If she wants to miss out all of those things because she can’t admit to wanting me, so be it.
“We’re not going to be alone forever.”
Tilly shrugs her shoulders. “Then I guess if it’s important, we’ll have to make time. You know in your busy schedule.”
“Then maybe it’s not so important.”
“I guess we’ll see.”
“Will we?”
“You tell me.”
“I’m not the only one risking something.”
“And I thought you just wanted to get laid.”
“It’s a good start.”
“It might be a perfect end too. You know, before you get too attached.”
“What would I do then?”
“You might learn something about priorities.”
“I told you, I’m not the bad boy that everyone makes out.”
“What are you then? A good guy with a big dick?”
“Your words, not mine.”
I know she’s trying to pretend she’s not thinking about it, trying to stop her eyes from going there.
“Whatever. You don’t deserve me anyway. I’m far too good for you.”
“Is that right?”
I watch her move about the living room gracefully, each carefully placed footstep an act of contrived perfection.
“I’m much prettier than the girls you normally end up with. I’m obviously more intelligent. I’m much more stable too.”
“You’re unavailable.”
“Your words, not mine.”
Tilly has created a distance between us, as though the weight of the conversation we appear to be having ne
eds a large space to expand into.
“I thought a moment ago you didn’t want me.”
Tilly smiles.
“I don’t.”
“So?”
“Hypothetically speaking.”
“If you did?”
“If I did.”
“You’re unavailable.”
“And you don’t date.”
“See? We are completely incompatible. Even if you could admit that you want me.”
“I’ve known you for four days.”
“Do you always sleep with people after such a short amount of time?”
“I’m not like you, Landon.”
“No, of course, you wait to get to know someone first.”
“I wait to get to know their name at least.”
“How long have you known that you wanted to date me?”
Tilly takes a moment to compose herself before she answers. I think she’s struggling not to laugh.
“That would never work.”
“Because I’m your stepbrother?”
“Because you’re an asshole.”
“That hurts my feelings.”
“I think you’re big enough to get over it.”
“You sound like you know me better than you think.”
She’s doing that lip biting thing again that drives me crazy.
“It’s just so obvious, it’s kind of hard to miss.”
“I don’t hear too many people complaining about it.”
“That surprises me, considering how many people are aware of it.”
“You make me sound like I’m in a different bed every day of the week.”
“I read the papers.”
“I told you, the papers lie.”
“So you’re a one woman man now?”
“I just take every day as it comes.”
Tilly has her hands out to the side like a dancer about to perform a pirouette, while instead she places one foot carefully in front of the other, and begins to close the distance between us again.
“How can you ever plan anything if you’re looking at the future so closely?”
Bang, the perfect moment to look up and lock eyes with me.
“Because I trust myself to make the right decision.”
“Landon Maddox making the right decision? When has that ever happened before?”
She’s close enough to touch, and I desperately want to reach around her waist and pull her down into my lap. I don’t even need to look at it to know I’m hard. She’s teasing me and it’s working. For a brief moment, I think she’s actually going to fall forwards into me, before she spins to face the other way and begins retracing her steps.
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