The Landlside

The Landslide

Chapter One

My name is Scott. I’m 28. I completed my PhD in Phys Ed last summer and its now early new year. I started in a teaching and research post at a new university last September, which meant splitting from my girlfriend. I could have stayed where I was, but this was a better opportunity for me. She could have applied for a transfer, to come with me, but felt settled where she was. The fact that neither of us tried very hard to keep us together said it all. But four months without sex is rough. I’m horny all the time.

My half-sister, Bethan, is 23. Mom and my Dad weren’t married. She told me he couldn’t handle the sleepless nights when I was a baby, so he bailed. Thanks, Dad. Love you too! He’s never been in touch, so I don’t know him. I only have Mom’s side of the story, so I try not to judge him. Jerk.

Mom married Bethan’s dad, a cool Jamaican guy, called Reg. I liked him, but sadly he died when Bethan was still young. Bethan’s half-caste, with beautiful coffee-coloured skin, long black hair and dark eyes. No-one would ever guess that we’re related. We’ve even got different surnames.

She went to university in Scotland, met a guy called Gregor on her course, and moved in with him. When they graduated, they moved right up into the far northern highlands near his parents, but it hasn’t lasted. He became verbally abusive and controlling, and this Christmas was the last straw. He wouldn’t let her visit Mom and me. She asked me to drive up to get her things and take her back home to Mom, to start again.

Fortunately, they don’t have any kids. I think it’s him. He’s a seedless prick, and I’ve never really liked him. Bethan insists he has never been violent, but I have a suspicion she’s lying for my sake. I’ve always been very protective of her, and she’s knows I’d skin him alive and drown him in Loch Ness if he ever hurt her. Which wouldn’t do much for my career.

She’s leaving him without telling him, while he’s at work, increasing my suspicion that he’s been knocking her about. I hope he comes home while I’m there. I’ll drown him in the Loch anyway.

It’s a long drive, so I set off the day before and booked myself into a B&B about an hour’s drive from Bethan’s. The following morning, I had breakfast and completed the journey, arriving at Bethan’s just before ten. The seedless prick had already gone to work, and that left us most of the day to pack Bethan’s belongings, load up the car, and disappear.

Bethan ran out to greet me, throwing her arms around my neck and squeezing me tight, as she always has. Her mood swung between joy and sadness as she sorted through her things and came across stuff that reminded her of either good times or bad. She had to leave the furniture they had bought together. My car wasn’t big enough, and neither was Mom’s place. She resigned herself to that and stuffed my car to bursting point with everything else she could take.

We hit the road at five in the afternoon, giving us about an hour to put some distance between us and the seedless prick before he got home and discovered his life had fallen apart. She didn’t even leave him a note. It was pointless, she said. It would be obvious she had left him.

It was already dark and just starting to rain when we left, but the plan was to drive through the night and get to Mom’s sometime in the morning, depending on how often we stopped for a break.

The weather had other ideas. Within minutes of our leaving the heavens opened, and the downpour was horrendous. The worst I’d seen in years. Driving through the highlands along winding unlit lanes, it was pitch black. Even with the wipers going full-tilt and my headlights on main beam I could only see a few yards in front of me, and it slowed us right down to a crawl. I didn’t want to leave the road on a bend and roll down the side of a mountain.

We decided to keep going as long as we could, hoping the storm would pass, but I knew I would soon be exhausted from the intense concentration needed to keep us on the road if it didn’t. I realised we might have to find somewhere to stop for the night.

The weather took the decision out of our hands. It just got worse, and we got slower. Eventually, as we rounded a bend at about nine pm, I saw blue flashing lights ahead of us. A police vehicle was blocking the road. I stopped, and a half-drowned policeman approached our car, leaning into the driving wind and rain. I opened the window an inch, immediately feeling the icy wind fill the car as I got a face full of rain. The officer told us the road was blocked by a landslide caused by the rain. We’d have to turn back and find a different route to our destination, or better still, find a hotel for the night. He said it wasn’t safe to travel in those conditions and reminded us of a roadside pub we had passed a little earlier. They had a few rooms.

He guided our turnaround on the narrow road, and we headed back the way we came. About half an hour later we found the pub and pulled into the car park. It was almost full. We hurried inside to find people queuing at a desk. We weren’t the only ones unexpectedly looking for a room. There must have been an announcement on the radio about the landslide.

By the time everyone else had checked in, there was only one room left. A double. I looked at Bethan, quizzically. She shrugged and nodded. What choice did we have?

The room was clean, and looked comfortable enough, though it was small and chilly. The windows were only single-glazed. I guessed they weren’t accustomed to getting a lot of overnight visitors in the winter. I had hoped there would be a sofa I could sleep on. There wasn’t even enough space on the floor, and no spare blankets.

“We’ll just sleep with some clothes on,” said Bethan. “We’ll probably need each other’s body heat to stop us getting hypothermia, anyway.”

Having found our room, we went down to the bar and ordered a hot meal and a drink. It took a while to get served, and by the time we had eaten we were surprised to find it was nearly eleven. I was exhausted and ready for bed.

We had left everything in the car because it was still raining so hard, so when we returned to our room, we just took off our jeans and got into bed in our t-shirts, socks and underwear. The bed was cold, and as Bethan curled up on her side under the duvet, she asked me to spoon her to try to warm us up. It seemed a good idea, so I wrapped my arms around her and snuggled up to her.

Eventually we did get warm, and I could tell from her breathing that Bethan had fallen asleep. It had been a long time since I had cuddled up to her like this, since we were kids really, and it felt good.

It had also been a long time since I’d had sex. I was as horny as hell, and my body was pressed up against the body of a beautiful, shapely woman. Yes, she was my half-sister, but my instincts didn’t seem to care. I knew it was wrong, but I wasn’t thinking straight. I very slowly and cautiously moved my hand up to feel one of her breasts. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I listened for the slightest change in her breathing, alert for the slightest movement that would suggest she had woken up, but she stayed sound asleep.



I gently massaged her breast through her t-shirt and bra. It was a generous handful and felt wonderful. I began to get an erection and tried to will it away. My hips were pressed up against Bethan’s bum, and she had somehow wrapped one of her legs around mine, so I was trapped. I was sure my hard-on would wake her, but it didn’t. Eventually I relaxed a little, enjoying the feel of her ample breast in my hand, as I ever-so-gently rubbed myself up against her bum. Thankfully, she didn’t stir once. Unfortunately, it just made me feel hornier and hornier, until I couldn’t help myself.



I managed to carefully untangle myself from her leg without disturbing her and rolled on to my back. I had one arm wrapped around underneath Bethan, so I couldn’t move it.