Obsession

Much like the dress before it, my bra and my panties are soon nothing but inert objects, gathered at the end of the bed like discarded sections of torn Christmas present wrapping.

Landon takes a moment to appreciate his gift, while I lie there in the bed before him, conscious of my nakedness, aware that I am baring myself to him, not just physically, but emotionally too.

“You look fucking amazing.”

“I bet that’s what you tell all of your step-sisters.”

Landon kisses. Landon caresses. Landon massages and explores and teases and touches. I am extremely horny, and even before he touches me with either the tips of his fingers or the flat edge of his tongue, I know I will not be able to stop him making me come.

‘The best fuck I’ve ever had’ was one of the comments I read in the gossip column of a glossy throwaway magazine, some super-rich, big titted TV celebrity that had somehow won him over. Definitely not his finest moment, even if the comments were true. The best fuck I ever had. I don’t doubt it.

He’s more considerate than I imagined he would be, less selfish with his demands. I’d imagined being made to feel like a slut, not a princess, forced into having an orgasm - enjoying it exponentially - but taken there under his control. I don’t know how to describe this, but it’s not the lowered panties bathroom fuck or the stolen quickie in the front seat of a car. That may come later, and I hope it does, but that doesn’t mean I want it now. Each moment requires sex to match it, and it’s the real lovers who know the importance of that.

With my knees up high, the tips of my feet the only part of them still attached to the bed, and my thighs clamped around Landon’s ears, I know the importance of that. His tongue isn’t quite as big as his cock, but it’s deft and agile and thick enough to please me in parts not even his fingers can reach.

I could go on like this, melt into an explosive series of orgasms while Landon laps at me like a stray cat might lick at milk seeping from a broken bottle, but I need something more too, I need him to push me that little bit higher still.

I drag him away from me, even though he doesn’t want to come initially, not until he realizes what will naturally follow. I want him inside me and I’m not afraid to admit it. I want Landon Maddox and I’m not going to stop until I get him. I’m too far gone now to turn back. I’ve made my decision. I’m naked, wet, on the edge of a climax and The Donkey is here, prone, erect, ready to take me there.

Landon obviously has a condom in his wallet. I wonder for a moment if he’s brought it on the off chance, just in case a situation like this might arise, and I find him impossible to resist, or even throw myself at him at the first opportunity.

I expect more resistance to its application, more of a push to make me do it bareback, but he’s the one that suggests its use in the first place, perhaps softened by a previous experience, or terrified of the possible consequences. Imagine if Landon and I had a baby. There would be no hiding that from the family or the owners of his beloved football team.

I have little experience of sex, and fewer still of condoms. I would prefer not to use them at all, but if there has to be a barrier between us, better that it’s a thin layer of rubber than the fact that we are actually step siblings.

I wonder if he’s forgotten about it too, or just doesn’t think it’s even that important, which I guess in the grand scheme of things it isn’t really. We’re not related, so it’s not a problem in that respect, the only issue that might arise is whether we continue along this magical path.

It seems right to begin like this. Landon takes control now. He rolls the rubber over his cock, trapping the flesh inside the membrane, and then shuffles towards me, our distant future now protected, our immediate future ready to be made.

I expect it to hurt. I expect what I’ve experienced before, which is to say, a passionless volley of humps and thrusts culminating in pain and feelings of immediate remorse. It is neither of those things.

Landon, in complete betrayal of his personality, is soft, gentle, deferent and appeasing. He is sexy and masculine and absolutely erotic all at the same time, and I’m not entirely sure how he manages to juggle both.

I watch muscles tense across his neck and chest as he moves into position. With gentle but insistent nudges of his knees, he eases my thighs open, before nimbly placing his cock head at the entrance to my tender hole. With one hand at the base of his cock, the other holding me open, he slides himself purposefully inside me, pushing as deep as he can go in one unbroken movement.

I can’t help but explode in a stream of lustful moans, thinking at one moment he may have actually already made me come. Landon pulls out casually, the length of his cock significant enough that even at a distance that suggests he should be outside of me, he isn’t.

“Again?”

“Fuck, yes, again.”

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me.”

He goes even deeper this time, so deep I have to arch my back up towards him like a hedonistic cat.

On his backswing, I level my eyes at him.

“Who said anything about me resisting you?”

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 sw

ept 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.