Disclaimer: I don't own HM.
A/N: Please review. And say who you want my next story to be about in the review, I don't read PMs often.
Lilly Truscott lay sweating next to Jackson Stewart. Naked, they spooned on his bed and he ran his fingers up and down her sides, humming into her ear.
"Jackson?" She asked softly, turning to face him. "What if Miley finds out about us?" Miley was, after all, Lilly's best friend. If she found out Lilly was fooling around with her older brother, who knew what would happen?
He groaned and touched his forehead to hers. "Babe, I don't even like to think about that. She'd hate me for life. She's my little sister, I don't want that." He nuzzled her with his forehead. "I just want you."
She giggled and rolled so that she was laying on top of him. "I know." She kissed him softly and gently. "Did anyone ever tell you that you're really good at making girls orgasm?"
He grinned and pushed her closer to him. "Did anyone ever tell you that you're really good at making guys get erections at the worst possible times? Like, when you're having a slumber party with Miley and I see you in your cute little Strawberry Shortcake pajama pants?"
She smacked his arm. "You said you liked those pants!"
"I do," he murmured. "They make your ass look especially big." He kissed her back, and soon they were involved in a full fledged make out session. She reached down and squeezed his dick.
"Someone's excited," she whispered, feeling how hard it was. She ran her hand up and down his shaft.
Jackson blushed. "Right back at you," he announced, nodding towards her hard nipples.
She removed her hand and brought it up to his hair, running her hands through it. He rolled over, so that he was on top of her.
"Let's give it another go," he whispered. She giggled and nodded. He slowly entered her, and she immediately squeezed her eyes shut.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked quickly. He began to withdraw.
"Don't," she whispered, grabbing his back. "I like it."
He reentered and began thrusting. Lilly moaned his name over and over, as he panted like a dog.
They hit their orgasm together, and the room filled with Lilly's high pitched squeals. Jackson grunted "come on, baby, come on" into her ears. She loved the feeling of him filling her, making her whole.
When at last they were done, he let himself go and layed next to her. She wrapped her legs around his and began kissing his chest. He sighed contentedly. "I love you, you jailbait."
"I love you too, you goofball," she whispered, making her way up to his lips. "But you never answered my question."
"About Miley?" He ran his fingers through her sun-kissed blonde hair. "Let's just hope she never finds out. He started toying with her breasts and she smiled sleepily.
"Good. Cause I can't live without you."