SWOLLEN: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (43 page)

“
I like you, Landon.”

Tilly’s smile is infectious. Could she really be the one for me? My own step sister.

“
I think I really like you.”

“
That’s good.”

“
It’s awkward.”

“
We don’t get to choose who we fall in love with.”

The words are out before I have a chance to stop them. Tilly beams awkwardly at me, catches herself mid bounce and lowers herself gracefully into my lap. She looks away briefly before looking back, and then wraps her arms around my neck when she sees what I have no chance of hiding any more. I’m falling for her. I’ve fallen, already.

“
Make me scream, Landon. I want the bark flying off the trees, the birds squawking and complaining, the sun hiding its eyes.”

“
What if I give you everything now and it never gets better than this?”

“
I’d still keep trying.”

I lift her in one piece and fold her onto her back so she can raise her legs into the air and I can push myself deep inside her to try and find her G-spot with the tip of my throbbing cock. My goal is to make her come without coming myself, even though I want to and I know she does too.

“
That’s what I like about you, Tilly. You’re persistent. You know what you want and you won’t stop until you get it.”

“
Is that right?”

“
Uhuh.”

“
Then I guess you’ve got no chance of escaping me.”

“
Even if I had, I wouldn’t want to.”

“
Oh.”

“
Lie back and look at the sky.”

“
And you think I’m demanding.”

“
Maybe we are perfect for each other.”

“
I guess only time will tell.”

“
Luckily time isn’t one of the problems we might be facing.”

“
Then you better not come inside me after all, we don’t want another problem to add to our list.”

“
You’d look amazing with a baby inside you.”

“
Keep talking like that and you’ll make me come.”

“
Just don’t do it so strongly it makes me come too.”

“
You’ve already promised to make me scream.”

“
What would our parents say if we told them you were pregnant?”

“
I guess we won’t know until it actually happens.”

“
And you thought I was the confident one.”

“
I told you already, I’m a simple girl.”

“
Meek.”

“
Quiet.”

“
Unassuming.”

“
Fuck.”

“
Language, Tilly.”

I can feel it, perhaps even sense it, before Tilly vocalizes her feelings, and then expresses them all physically in over exaggerated body jerks, uncontrollable breathing, even the way she tries to grab at my skin in tight clustered twitches of her throbbing hands.

I’m above her, like I was when we began, like the very first time I penetrated her, my arms to the side to balance myself, my muscles taught from my neck to my ankles, my ass clenched tight, my cock thrust deep inside her, while Tilly has her legs wrapped around my back, her ankles interlocked, her arms at turns around my neck, at my hips, on the grass beside us gathering up handfuls of stalks and leaves.

I hear the crack of wings against the air, branches lilting hard in their wake, and the swoosh of a swelling breeze against the barks and moans thrown towards them from the girl collapsing into ecstasy beneath me. Of all the times we’ve fucked, this is clearly the most intense.

Tilly moans, screams, lets herself go, perhaps encouraged as much by the silence that needs filling around us as the isolation we find ourselves in. Maybe it’s just the sheer intensity of the orgasm that she finds repeating around her body, the fact that she knows now for sure that we both want this to continue when we return, the comfort of that knowledge, the excitement it brings, or fuck, I don’t know, maybe it’s just because Tilly can’t get enough of me.

She’s still writhing on my cock, twisting from side to side as though caught in a hallucinatory dream or under the spell of some kind of fit, belied by the beam of happiness spread out across her face, when I realize that as much as I’ve tried to avoid it, as much as I’ve promised myself I’d pull out, as much as we both know how stupid this is, I haven’t been able to disengage myself from her in time.

She knows it too, we both do, and as my orgasm fizzes out across my shoulders and down my spine in a T of explosive electric sensations, it’s towards her I find myself being pulled, not away.

With Tilly flat on her back, myself flat out on top of her, I come with so much intensity, so much purpose, and desire, and need, I give so much of myself, I nearly black out entirely from the effort.

I can’t catch my breath. I can’t even think properly about what I’ve just done, and when the words come eventually, distant like the voice of a shaman calling us both back down from an out of body experience, they aren’t even mine.

“
Fuck. Fucking hell. That was-. Intense. My body. Fuck. Did you?”

Tilly’s breathing is raspy and barely strong enough to form a cohesive sentence. It’s a long time before either of us move, and when I do eventually, it’s with a blind hope that my body has somehow deceived me when I know already and so clearly, it hasn’t.

“
Fuck, Landon, did you?”

We lie alongside each other in the coolness of the afternoon air, our fingers interlocked, the goose pimples on our arms evidence that the temperature may finally be changing.

“
I couldn’t not. We shouldn’t have. Fuck. How much time?”

My words are a string of thoughts sent directly to my mouth, spoken in haste without consideration.

I’m immediately worried by what this means for us, and why she’s waiting so long to get mad at me, which is why I’m surprised to hear Tilly laughing when she turns to me.

“
That was really stupid.”

From the smile across her face it would be impossible to tell she thought it.

“
Sorry. I couldn’t hold back.”

“
I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

“
This is serious, Tilly. We’ve got to get that sorted. We should have-.”

“
I’ll get it sorted, don’t worry.”

She folds herself into me and rests her head on my chest, hugging against my warmth.

“
You’re not mad?”

“
That was the best sex I’ve ever had. I knew it would be if you came inside me.”

“
We should have waited.”

“
You could have done.”

“
That was impossible, Tilly. The last time I barely managed it.”

“
So you do like me then?”

“
I never said I didn’t.”

“
Anyway, I wanted to make sure. If you go tomorrow and decide you don’t want to see me-.”

I have a bad fleeting feeling that this is some kind of threat, but I’m sure Tilly’s not stupid enough to get herself pregnant as some kind of guarantee I’ll keep myself in her life.

“
You could be that one.”

“
I told you, Landon, I’m not sure I like you enough to want you to be the daddy of my babies.”

“
That’s just because you don’t know me well enough yet.”

“
Well if you keep hanging around like this, what choice have I got?”

“
You know the good thing about me coming inside you?”

“
You mean, apart from the fact that you now have to do everything I say?”

Tilly’s smile is enough to convince me she’s just bullshitting.

“
We might as well make the most of it.”

“
Come inside me twice in one day? That might raise the chances of conception.”

“
Not if you’re going to take the morning after pill.”

“
At this rate I might have to.”

“
Tilly.”

“
I didn’t think star footballers got nervous.”

“
I’m just imagining the headlines at the end of next season.”

“
Super Bowl MVP gets step-sister pregnant?”

“
Something like that.”

I sit up now and pull her towards me so she can sit in between my legs and lean against my chest.

“
It’d sell more papers.”

“
Our parents would freak.”

“
You’d make a good dad.”

“
I thought I was lacking specific qualities.”

“
You can do a lot in nine months.”

I kiss her neck, work my lips out across her shoulders.

“
You can do a lot in three days it seems.”

“
Some people even manage to fall in love with people they’re not supposed to.”

“
So I hear.”

I could stay like this for the rest of the day, Tilly wrapped inside my arms. We’d fuck from time to time, eat, look up at the sky and talk about our future together. We fit together, it’s so fucking evident it makes me want to scream it to anyone who will listen.

“
I won’t, Landon, don’t worry. I’m not a psycho like that.”

“
I know.”

“
It’s not time, for either of us. I just wanted to feel it. It’s stupid, I know. It’s a stupid thing to do, but I needed to do it. I needed you to show me you could.”

“
I couldn’t hold back.”

Tilly pinches my arm for that.

“
Don’t be a dick.”

“
I wanted to, Tilly. I just didn’t know whether I should. It’s harder for me. I have to trust you to do something about it.”

“
Do you trust me?”

“
Of course I do.”

I haven’t got much choice now, but that’s my own fault. The truth is, I do trust her. Some time passes before Tilly speaks again.

“
Are you hungry?”

“
Fucking starving.”

She smiles that winning smile. “Then we better eat, because I want you to fuck me and come inside me at least twice more before we go back home. If I’m going to make you spend fifty dollars on the morning after pill, I better make sure you get your money back.”

“
That, Tilly, is one of the reasons I love you.”

Again the words are out before I have a chance to stop them. Thankfully she glosses quickly over them. I feel stupid for saying something without even thinking about the consequences, and try to style it out. Of course I don’t love Tilly, not in that way, not yet, but that’s not to say there isn’t potential for that to happen. There’s a long way between that and now, and both of us clearly know it.

“
Steady on, Landon, I might begin to think you are serious about me.”

“
I’ll tell you that when I see what you’ve packed us both for lunch.”

Tilly

By the time the temperature dips, the sun has fallen away and it’s way past the time we should have already left for home, Landon and I have fucked and come together, him inside me without a condom on, three more times.

I cannot even begin to describe to you how absolutely incredible each one of those times is, nor how they increase exponentially in intensity and perfection.

I know it’s stupid, I know we shouldn’t, I know it goes against every single piece of advice I’ve been given about safe sex, and we are reckless and wild and playing with fire, but I just couldn’t say no. I’m getting a morning after pill as soon as I get home. There is no way I won’t and no way I want to get pregnant, even with Landon Maddox’s baby. If I wasn’t sure before about his intention, I’m absolutely certain after today. Landon wants to give this a go just as much as I do. Whatever obstacles we have in our way will have to be dealt with as soon as they come. If we work together outside of this vacation bubble, I think there is a possibility we could be absolutely perfect for one another for the rest of our lives. If we can’t, for whatever personal reason, outside of the fact we are step-siblings, or he’s a football star or whatever, if we aren’t right for each other, at least we’ll have given it a go.

That’s all I want. It’s more than I ever thought was possible with the man I’ve spent hours idolizing, months hating and only days falling in love with.