I thought for a minute, hatching my plan, then crept out of bed and tiptoed soundlessly to the cupboard and opened my old toy box. On the top was a large doll I'd had when I was a child, that had long blonde hair. I put the doll in my bed facing the wall so only its hair could be seen, then stuffed a couple of towels under the covers in the vague shape of a person. I picked up my phone, made sure it was on silent, then tiptoed to the door.

Looking back at my bed, I grinned. It looked pretty realistic, as long as you didn't look too closely, and as it was past 1.30 in the morning and Calvin still wasn't home, the odds were he was hammered and probably wouldn't even check on me anyway.

I opened my bedroom door without a sound and stepped lightly into the hallway, forgetting about the creaky floorboard in my excitement. I took one step forward in the direction of the spare room and instantly regretted it. The sound was like a gunshot in the silent house, and I froze momentarily. In a split second I had to decide what to do. I casually walked down to the bathroom, past the spare room, and shut the door noisily before switching on the light. The extractor fan roared to life and I sat down on the loo seat for a minute, my heart pounding, while I pondered my next move. Deciding I now had to follow this through fully, I then stood up and flushed, before running the tap as loudly as I could. I shut the water off and then opened the door and stomped down the corridor back to my room and went in and closed the door behind me with a bang.

I waited a minute, hardly daring to breathe, listening to my own pounding heart and the blood rushing through my veins. When my pulse had finally slowed, I opened my door and peeped out into the hall. The coast was clear. I sprang across the carpet, avoiding the creaky floorboard and darted towards the spare room. I silently opened the door, shut it carefully behind me and tiptoed over to the bed.

"Jess?" Harry's voice was barely even a whisper, and I slid into the bed beside him, ignoring the creak of the mattress, and pressed my lips against his.

He moved over me in an instant, his full weight pressing on top of me, his breath hot on my face. I felt him pressing into my stomach, rock hard as he had said, and I gave a small sigh as he broke the kiss.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, barely making a sound.

"I came to talk about the economic crisis in Greece," I whispered, and saw him smirk in the darkness.

"Really? I was expecting a discussion about the faulty traffic lights on the A14."

"I would have thought the teen pregnancy rate would be more your thing," I retorted, "considering you practically impregnate women every time you speak with that voice of yours."

He didn't respond but I could feel him rolling his eyes at me.

"So are you going to kiss me or what?" I breathed.

"Jess," he pleaded. "You know where that leads."

"Exactly," I nodded, pushing him off me and onto his back. He was wearing only boxers now, and his chest was deliciously warm.

"Baby, we can't," he said desperately.

"Why not?" I slowly slithered on top of him and let my legs fall either side of his.

"I promised... your... brother..," he breathed as I leaned forward and began kissing his neck. He gave a quiet sigh and his hands gently squeezed my waist.

"Stop trying to be fucking noble, Harry," I whispered in his ear as I gently wiggled my hips on top of him, extracting another sigh from his lips.

"I'm not...," he whispered back. "Stop, Jess... stop."

I pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. He was serious.

"Why?" I asked, trying to not be hurt at this rejection. I understood his reasons, they were just massively pissing me off.

"I wouldn't feel comfortable... your dad made it clear we were to sleep in separate rooms. And your brother... well, let's just say I value my own teeth."

I flopped forward onto his chest and sighed. "Why did you text me that... that stuff then?" I muttered.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, stroking my back. "I was just so turned on by your tweet... I got carried away. I shouldn't have."

I moaned softly when he said the words "turned on" and he squeezed my waist again.

"Shhh," he said, his voice barely even a whisper. "If your dad catches us I'm dead."

"I know," I sighed. "God, I'm so hot, Harry. You have no idea."

He winced. "I do. Stop saying things like that. You're making it harder."

I giggled at his unfortunate choice of words and he gently smacked my bum. "Harder to say no!" he corrected.

I ran my hand over the front of his boxers and he gave an almost inaudible murmur of appreciation.

"Seems like you were right first time," I whispered as I leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Jess," he murmured warningly, pushing me back gently, and I sighed again in frustration and sat up.

"I'm not going to fucking beg, Harry."

We stared at each other for a moment before Harry closed his eyes. "It's not that I don't want to, believe me. I really really want to." He was weakening, I could tell.

"I can be really quiet," I whispered, leaning forward again. I trailed soft kisses along his jawline, and this time he didn't stop me. I reached his ear, and breathed, "I'm really wet, Harry."

"Fucking hell, Jess," he gasped, grabbing my face and pressing his lips onto mine. I smiled as he slipped his tongue in my mouth and I pressed myself against the bulge in his boxers, enjoying hearing him moan again.

"You know exactly how to get what you want, don't you," he breathed in between kisses.

"Don't tell me you've only just figured that out," I grinned, slipping my hand into the front of his boxers and gently rubbing him.

He slid his hands up my top and cupped my breasts as we kissed and the bed creaked as I squirmed in pleasure. He pulled my top up and over my head and then pulled my face back down to his, licking my bottom lip and breathing hard. He gently stroked my nipples and I moaned softly, and everytime I did he kissed me harder. 

"Shhh," he whispered again.

"Sorry," I breathed. I lifted up slightly and slid his boxers down over his hips, and rubbed him again as I leaned forward to kiss him.

"Mmmm... bloody hell - you need to stop that," he murmured after a minute, and I nodded.

I kissed him softly and then pulled back an inch. "Have you got a condom?" I whispered.

His eyes met mine and he stopped breathing. "No," he said. "Have you?"

"No," I said. We stared at each other for a moment. "You're joking, right?" I said.

"I'm really not," he whispered. "I wasn't exactly planning on anything like this this weekend. I hoped at best I might get in touch with you and get you to agree to talk to me. I didn't think it would end up with you sitting on me whispering dirty words in my ear."

I was actually relieved to hear he didn't just carry condoms around with him on the offchance of a quickie with a random, but this wasn't helping the situation right now.

"Well more fool you," I scolded. "You underestimate your own powers of persuasion."

"Errr, I think you're the one with the powers of persuasion," he grinned. "I was determined not to succumb to anything like this under your parents' roof."

I groaned and let my head fall onto his chest. "I don't fucking believe this," I sighed.

"It's fine," he said, stroking my back. "We'll just do... other stuff."

"No," I said. "I need you... all of you... I need to feel you, Harry." I couldn't explain it but after the rollercoaster of emotions I'd experienced over the last 24 hours I needed the closeness, the reassurance. I craved him.

"Wait here," I said, clambering off him and pulling my vest on.

"What are you doing? Jess - what if your dad hears you?"

"I'll be really quiet," I said, and before he could protest any further I had tiptoed to the door and scooted into the hallway. I avoided the telltale floorboard and made my way to the bathroom. Once in there, I fumbled silently in the dark for anything that might resemble a foil packet. I rummaged through drawers and cupboards but after a couple of minutes my search proved to be fruitless.

"Fuck!" I mouthed in the darkness.

Then a new thought struck me - Calvin always carried condoms. He was a typical man whore; he was bound to have some. The question was, would they be in his overnight bag or in his wallet? My heart pounded as I contemplated my options. Calvin could arrive home at any minute. But he would be drunk and noisy, so I would have plenty of warning. I could dive back into my room across the hall and no one would be any the wiser.

I opened the bathroom door and tiptoed along the hall again, avoiding the creaky floorboard. I slipped into Calvin's room and pushed the door to, leaving a slight gap so I could listen out for anyone coming. I sneaked over to his bag on the floor, crouched down and quickly but silently rifled through it, checking every nook and cranny, every zip and pocket. Nothing.

I sat back on my heels and silently cursed Calvin for being such an optimist that he obviously carried his condom supply with him at all times. I went to his bedside table and carefully eased the drawers open. Empty. I was just about to give up when I caught sight of a pair of his jeans lying over a chair. I hesitated for a moment and then hopped over to them and checked the pockets. My fingers brushed against foil.

Fucking YES!

I pulled the condom out and kissed it, then put my hands together and said a silent prayer of thanks to the gods above that my older brother was such a slut.

I tiptoed back out into the hall and stealthily made my way to the spare room, and slipped inside. I slid into bed beside Harry, ignoring the protesting mattress and held up the condom triumphantly.

"What took you so l... where did you get that?!" he exclaimed in a whisper.

"Shhh! Calvin's jeans pocket," I grinned.

Harry stared at me, wide eyed. "Jesus... you like to live on the edge don't you?" he spluttered.

"He won't miss it," I whispered. "Now shhh. Where were we?"

"You were on top of me," he grinned, and I swung my leg over him so I was sitting astride him.

"Better?" I teased.

He pulled my top over my head again. "Better now," he said and pulled my face down to his.

I pulled my shorts off and the bed groaned underneath us. "I'm getting a bit nervous about this creaky mattress," Harry muttered.

"It's fine," I said, ripping open the condom packet and rolling it onto Harry.

"It's really noisy though," he whispered as I lowered myself onto him, and he let out a low moan.

"Shhh, you're noisier!" I whispered, closing my eyes and relishing the feel of him deep inside me. "Oh God, I've missed you, Harry."

"I've missed you too, baby," he whispered back, cupping my cheek with one hand. I lifted myself up and the mattress groaned again, louder as I came down again.

"Fuck," I muttered.

"Go slow," he murmured.

But no matter what we did, every movement was audible.

"Lay down," he whispered after a minute, and I rolled over onto my back. Harry moved so he was laying between my legs, and gently and slowly pushed into me. The mattress approved of this, and made no further sound.

I wrapped my legs around Harry's waist and let him control the movement, while reaching up and stroking his hair off his face. It was slow, and beautiful. My heart was pounding. His lips barely left mine and our bodies were pressed so closely together it was as if we were one.

I was so in love with him.

I could feel my legs beginning to tremble after a few minutes.

"I'm really close Harry," I whispered, and he gave a tiny moan, which I echoed with my own a moment later as he began moving slightly faster.

I prayed the mattress would stay quiet just for another couple of minutes, and I let go of Harry's hair to dig my nails into his bum. His curls tickled my face as I felt the pleasure start, and I let out a soft whimper. He instantly pressed his mouth onto mine again to silence me, and then moaned softly onto my lips and I guessed he was coming too. I kissed him hard, arching my back and pressing every part of my body against his, and his breathing was ragged as he gave a few final slow thrusts before stopping and dropping his head onto my shoulder.

I held him tightly and squeezed his bum. "I lo..." he started to say, at the same time I said, "Your bum's really squidgy."

We both lifted our heads and stared at each other.

"What?" we both said.

"Shhh!" Harry whispered.

"What were you going to say then?" I asked, my heart pounding harder. I didn't dare let myself think what I wanted to think his words would have been if I hadn't said such a stupid comment about his bum.

"Did you just say I have a squidgy bum?" he asked incredulously.

"No - well, yes, but... what were you going to say?!" I whispered.

"My bum isn't squidgy!"

He was obviously avoiding answering me, so I didn't persue it. I would have to ponder this one later. Out loud, I said, "It is. It's very squidgy. I've thought this for a while now."

"Wha... why are you thinking things like that?" he spluttered. "That's not manly!"

I held in a laugh. "I guess not, but it's the truth."

"I don't know how I feel about this," he muttered as he carefully rolled off me and onto his back and disposed of the condom. I rested my head on his shoulder, grinning.

"You do. You hate it. I shouldn't have told you, sorry."

He looked at me out of the corner of his eye and gave me a shy smile. "It's fine."

He closed his eyes and I leaned over the side of the bed and set the alarm on my phone for 5.45am. "I'll need to get back in my bed before my parents wake up," I explained. "Sorry I get treated like a child."

"Don't be silly," he murmured. "I think I'd be the same with my kids."

I allowed myself to imagine Harry as an overprotective parent for a moment, and the idea made me smile pathetically. I opened my mouth to tell him this, but was interrupted by the sound of Calvin noisily opening the front door downstairs. My heart lurched and Harry's eyes met mine in the darkness. I prayed Calvin wouldn't check in here - I doubted he'd invade Harry's privacy but sometimes Calvin could overstep the mark.

We listened as Calvin walked heavily up the stairs and bumped into the wall before giggling and telling it to "shush!" He thudded past the spare bedroom noisily, sounding like a herd of elephants, and I heard him pause in the hallway, presumably outside my room.

My heart was hammering as I heard him fiddle with the handle, and held my breath as I imagined him peering into my room. As if he'd actually remembered to check on me.

"Damn right," he slurred, before I heard him giggle like a girl and then his bedroom door closed.

"Bloody hell, I'm sweating," Harry whispered.

"Me too," I confessed. "Make sure I get up when my alarm goes off in the morning. I don't want to be busted at the last minute."

Harry nodded and I cuddled up to him, resting my arm on his stomach and my leg on his. He gently played with my hair and I let my eyes close. I felt like everything had finally fallen into place.

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