DONKEY: A Stepbrother Sports Romance (With FREE Bonus Novel Charged!) (26 page)

“What would Mom and Dad say?”

“Both of us so tired as well.”

Once the tip is inside her, we both find it almost impossible to resist. She pushes back, I push towards her, and before long I’m up deeply inside her, rock hard and entirely unprotected. I’m horny enough to do it, but terrified enough not to let it happen as well. It’s a tease. An incredible, insatiable exploration of our freedom. A rebellion against our restrictions. This was what we couldn’t avoid doing several hours ago in the lake, and much like it did then, it feels incredibly natural and absolutely impossible to decline.

We fuck slowly, stupidly, awkwardly even. I throw the sheets back so I can see myself inside her, watch her muscles convulse around her chest, and her tight breathing go lighter and even more silent.

“We can’t”, Tilly whispers.

“We aren’t”, I offer back.

I close myself into her, and pull her back against my chest, deeper inside like this than I ever have been.

“I want you to come inside me.”

“I can’t.”

“I know, but it doesn’t stop me wanting it.”

“I knew you were dangerous.”

“It’s not my fault you find me irresistible.”

“What can I say?”

“I make your dick hard.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Come inside me soon.”

“I will.”

“Fuck, Landon, I’m going to come.”

Tilly muffles her moans with the pillow, and I’m too busy holding myself back to work out whether she does it effectively enough or not. If Rachel and Dad are awake, she’s loud enough that they might actually hear her, but might not know what the hell it is she’s doing. If they are asleep, it might be enough to wake them up.

I pull out just before I come, and direct several thick streams of ejaculate up against her clitoris, which is still super sensitive from her recent orgasm. Tilly holds me there between her closed legs, conscious perhaps of the risk of letting me go, until i’ve softened and her breathing has returned to normal.

“That was fucking stupid.”

“I know, right?”

I have to hold the pillow over her face to stop her laughs from filling the room.

“So much better without a condom.”

“We can’t do that again, Tilly.”

“I know.”

“Even if it was fucking amazing.”

“I know. Imagine that, but inside me.”

“That’s a lot of cum.”

“You do have a big dick.”

“Fuck. You know how to turn me on, you know?”

“I do try.”

“I thought you were sleeping as well.”

“Don’t let that stop you.”

“I’m not falling for that. You’d kill me if I was up inside you like that without a condom on, while you were sleeping.”

“I’d only mind if you didn’t wake me up before you came.”

“Fuck, Tilly.”

My dick is still hard, my cum all over her pussy, matted into her pubic hair, and melting into the skin around her clitoris.

“We have to be careful.”

“That was a one off.”

“What about the lake?”

“That doesn’t count.”

“You were loud, you know?”

“I couldn’t help it. Do you think-?”

I shake my head. “I doubt it. It’s gone midnight and they went to bed hours ago.”

“I guess we’ll find out in the morning.”

“You still want me to wake you up?”

“Surprise me.”

“I think I’m the one being surprised.”

“Then maybe I’ll surprise you instead. I can’t get pregnant if I swallow your cum.”

“Don’t let your mom hear you say that.”

“I don’t know, she’d probably love a grandchild.”

“And people think I’m a fast mover.”

“Little by little, Landon. I haven’t decided whether I like you yet.”

“Why don’t you sleep on it?”

“That’s the best idea I think you’ve ever had.”

“That and pulling out.”

“That too.”

I’m still hard when Tilly falls asleep again, despite the fact that we’ve done nothing but fuck constantly all day, which is pretty good going for a couple who aren’t even here in that capacity. A couple who have to do it quietly behind closed doors, in lakes in the middle of nowhere and cars parked on the side of the road.

I can’t help myself though, and it’s not even about what we’ve just done either, it’s about what we want to do together. About what we can.

If there was no risk, I would have come inside Tilly in a shot. I can’t wait for the moment when we can, because I’m sure there is nothing better in this world than feeling what it’s like to come together, unprotected at exactly the same time. That might just make me fall so far for her I have absolutely no chance of getting back up. Now that would be dangerous. It might even be more dangerous than fucking without a condom on.

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T
illy

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 exert 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.