Obsession

I sink deeper into the softness of the couch and let Landon take control of the story, nodding and following his lead as best I can. Secrets are easy to keep, until they get too big to keep inside.

I wait for a thick as thieves comment from Marvin, but it doesn’t come. He doesn’t even question the part about the birds, nor the bit where we got lost trying to follow the sound of an animal we couldn’t recognize. Mom just nods along, happy that we’ve made it back safely.

When he’s done, and Mom seems satisfied, Landon digs around in the kitchen for something to eat before coming to sit alongside me. I feel his leg hot against mine, and it makes me think about what it was like to have him come inside me. I can’t help the thought bringing heat to my skin and I know I’ve probably gone red.

“We’ll have to pull you two apart when we leave tomorrow, it looks like you’ve joined yourselves at the hip.”

Landon and I share a glance. Hip, pelvis, his seed inside me. Joined at the hip just doesn’t cut it.

“There isn’t anywhere else to sit.”

Landon is quick to defend himself even though it’s clear it isn’t necessary. Mom waves her hand to dismiss him.

“I’m only kidding. Like I said yesterday, I’m over the moon that you two have become such good friends.”

My clit still throbbing, Landon hard just because he’s sat next to me. Friends is probably not the best way to describe it at all.

“I wouldn’t call us friends, I think we’re a little more than that.”

My heart leaps and I wonder for a horrible moment what Landon is about to say.

“We’re step siblings after all.”

I breath a huge sigh of relief. Landon puts his arm around my neck and pulls me into him and I have to kind of wrestle away and pretend to be horrified. I’m going to make him pay for that later on, but for right now it seems to have done the trick. Mom smiles.

“That’s sweet, Landon. You can definitely stay.”

“You won’t be able to keep me away.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

“No, I’m serious. I’ve had an amazing time here. From now on, you’re both going to see a lot more of me.”

“That”, Marvin says without looking up from his book, “is exactly what we all need.”

Mom nods in agreement, while I still have no idea if Marvin is saying more than he’s actually saying. Landon beams a cheesy smile, happy he’s got away with telling me what his intentions are after we leave tomorrow without actually saying it directly. His hidden hand finds a place on me I’m more than happy for him to squeeze, and we sit there next to each other, hot and excited, one eye on the clock and the other on each other, counting down the minutes until we can slip away to bed and tear each others clothes off again.

Tonight we fuck in silence, while tomorrow we say goodbye to each other and start our relationship for real.

Landon Maddox and Tilly. The Donkey and his step-sister. Me and the all star athlete, up against the world.

Landon

The last time before a break is always the sweetest, even if the whole thing has to be conducted in silence. Our fallow period is likely to be less than a few days, but it’s a pause nonetheless, and based on how much Tilly and I have been going at it recently, it’s going to be a huge change we both might struggle to adjust to. There is also the chance, however slim and unlikely, that after this is over and we return to the real world, one, or even both of us, will freak out and suddenly call an end to it. The way we tear at each other, desperate to make the most of the small amount of time we have remaining, makes me think that the possibility of that happening, however remote, is still on both of our minds.

We are both clearly exhausted from the afternoon’s activities, but it doesn’t stop us from somehow finding deep reserves of energy to fuck each other goodbye.

We lie next to each other on the bed, her leg hooked over my hip, me deep inside her, arms interlocked and cradled together, and fuck slowly until we both come silently, our bodies shaking with orgasmic delight.

There are a thousand things we both want to say to each other, but nothing that can’t wait until the next time we are alone.

Our packed bags lie like curled up dogs at the foot of the bed, and while the rest of the house breathes in creaks and snores and animal noises Dad would have no trouble in identifying, Tilly and I lie together, two spent lovers on a single bed, her mattress on top of mine in a sweet reflection of our posture.

Of all the things I’ve achieved in my life, of everything I’ve set my mind to and succeeded at, I never thought the most satisfaction would come from something outside of football. Before I met Tilly, I said I would never risk having to give up the game for a woman. I was ready to give up the chase and take a vow of celibacy instead.

Either the countryside has made me soft in the brain, or I just hadn’t met the right girl yet. Lying here with her, seeing how satisfied and how at peace she is, how content we both are, makes me think that I could die right now, never play football again and still feel like I’ve achieved everything I need to, to be a happy man.

That’s a scary thought, but I’m not lying when I say it. Tilly has somehow had that effect on me.

I turn into her, sliding down underneath the duvet to gather up the warmth streaming from her body. Tilly is already asleep, her breathing just heavy enough to be noticed in the tremble of her skin, the gradual lift and fall of her chest.

I kiss her lips, run my fingers through her hair and breath her sweet scent to the bottom of my lungs.

“You’ve got me”, I whisper through knots of sleep, my words barely loud enough to vibrate across my lips.

There is a moment of absolute silence, when not even the animals in the woods that surround us make a sound, when I feel like time has stood still completely and perhaps my thoughts of death have somehow initiated the process, until Tilly reaches for me languidly, gathers my cock up in her outstretched hand and gives me a gentle squeeze.

“I knew that already.”

Seven.

Tilly

Chaos.

No matter how much time Mom and Marvin have had to prepare the house, their bags, the garden and everything else for our departure, they still feel the need to wake up at six a.m, and then wake Landon and I up with a loud bang on the door a few minutes later, which literally makes us both jump out of our skin like new recruits on the first day of training.