“Yeah, that’s messed up,” she sighed. I could hear her switching positions on her bed, trying to get more comfortable. “Now that you say it, I don’t really blame you for getting the hell out of there.”
“I just want to get the hell out of here,” I grumbled. “I don’t think I can handle another week living with him in the next room, or even in the same house. After I’m safely at UCLA, then maybe I can think about having a normal life again.”
“You and me both,” Becky said, a yawn distorting her voice. “I think I might need to get to sleep, Jess. I’m beat.”
“Goodnight, Becky,” I said and stretched myself out on the sheets, casting my phone onto my bedside table where it would spend the rest of the night.
I sprawled across my bed, staring up at the stucco texture of my ceiling, contemplating the way the lights cast random tiny shadows across its surface. Soon, I’d be free from my stepbrother and free of the unwanted, taboo desires he stirred within me.
“Dick…” I whispered into the dark, shaking my head. Why the hell was I calling him that? His little nickname had always been annoying, but now it just seemed fitting.
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nbsp; I could feel my body stirring, replaying the hard outline of that massive rod in his pants again and again. Pretty soon I’d be parted from the Dick in more ways than one. I wished I could remove him from my mind… To exorcise him like the unholy influence he was. I’d always been such a good girl, never relenting in the face of Michael’s abuse when it came to my own virtue, but when it came to Dick, my thoughts were more than just the girlish fantasies of an inexperienced woman—they were downright sinful.
I imagined my stepbrother behind me as I knelt on my hands and knees, my back arched and ass thrust into the air with my legs spread wide in welcome. I could only speculate what his thrusting rod would feel like as it pushed past my velvet folds and drove deeper into my warm, slick pussy. I took in a sharp breath, exhaling out in a hiss through my teeth as my self-control gave way, and I slid my hand under the band of my lacy panties.
I was already soaked as I closed my eyes; all the better to picture what my stepbrother’s monstrous member would look like as I spread my virgin lips to either side. My fingers easily found the hard little nubbin of my clit, evoking a soft, trembling gasp as I began to run the tip of my middle finger in slow circles around it. I bit down on my pouting lower lip to stifle the cry of relief that threatened to give me away. The walls were paper-thin, and along with my parents, I didn’t need anyone hearing my tremulous cries as I came all over my fingers to the thought of his thickness buried deep in my silken folds.
I gasped silently looking down at myself as I teased and toyed wickedly at the tiny bulb of my womanhood, working it with a practiced hand to drive myself deeper into the throws of my own climax. I let out a shuddering breath, my breasts heaving as I pictured my stepbrother’s cock slipping into my mouth, pushing into my throat the way I’d seen in so many videos online.
My mind flitted through fantasy after fantasy, all of them involving my stepbrother driving himself hard into the depths of my body, pounding my drenched, hungry quim until I screamed for the sweetness of his seed gushing into me. My body trembled at the thought of his essence spilling into me, the thrill of the risk of what might come of his warm spunk dripping out of my slit. I closed my eyes and embraced the tightness growing between my hips. The pleasure radiating from my clit was electric, my back arching as I fought with all my might to keep from making a sound for fear of being given away.
Deep down in the unreasoning parts of my mind, I yearned to cry out, to whimper Richard’s name to the silence of my bedroom in the hopes that just next door, my stepbrother would hear me and know that I was touching my unspoiled pussy at the mere thought of him.
A knock at my door nearly made me yelp as I was ripped from my fantasies and back to the dissatisfaction of cold reality. My heart was racing as I swallowed hard, trying to shake the husky tone from my voice before I spoke.
“Who… who is it?”
“Jess?”
Richard’s voice rang from the other side of the door, a deep, scratchy growl that made my heart flutter with that single syllable. I bit my lip before I even dared to answer, my lustful desires pleading to be fulfilled, daring me to open the door in my lust-soaked panties and pull him into my bed. But no matter how much I wanted to feel him on top of me, inside of me, claiming my innocence for himself, I couldn’t even conjure the air in my own lungs to respond.
“Listen,” he began, “I’m sorry for what I did at your party. I didn’t want to ruin it for you. I honestly don’t know what I wanted, but I just… I wanted to apologize for what I did. Hell, you’re probably not even awake, but I figured that I’d at least try… I can understand if you don’t want to talk to me. I don’t blame you one bit. I was a jerk—no, I was a complete asshole. And I don’t blame you for hating me.”
I heard the soft rattle of the doorknob as he made an effort to see if I was even there, only to find it locked. Richard knew I like my privacy, but part of me wished I’d left my door unlocked. My clit throbbed, still engorged with blood after my incessant torture in the pursuit of my orgasm. The thought of Richard being just beyond the door didn’t help my lustfulness in the slightest, thinking about how exciting it would be to cum as he sat there, none-the-wiser. I bit my lip even as my hand wandered back between my thighs.
“You’re ignoring me, I guess,” he said after a moment of awkward silence. “I guess I just wanted to tell you that I’m going to miss you when we’re away from home. I don’t hate you. In fact I respect you, Jessica. You’re the smartest person I’m ever going to meet, and I’m sorry I hurt you.”
I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. My eyes widened as I listened to his soft footfalls moving away from the door, letting me know that for now, I was all clear.
He respects me? I thought, lying back on my bed.
I took a slow, deep breath, my eyes closed in an attempt to calm my heart, but as my adrenaline subsided my still aching clit gave me a reminder of its needs. Despite the near heart attack I’d just suffered, listening to his soothing voice did nothing to abate my lust.
If anything, I was hornier than ever.
_ SIX _
Dick
I hadn’t realized just how much stuff I had until the day I had to fit it all into a suitcase.
Class was only a few days away, and over the last week, I had made more than a few phone calls to set up what had been one of the hardest choices of my life—while at the same time being one of the easiest choices I had ever made. As I stared at the strange emptiness of my room, I began to realize the weight of what leaving for school meant to me, and even what this huge change in my life was going to mean down the road. It was a heavy sensation, the idea that what I was doing couldn’t be undone—or if it could, then even that would have consequences for me along the line. But I knew, deep inside, that I was making the right choice.
Ever since the night of Jessica’s party I had found my thoughts wandering to her more and more, especially in the small hours of the night as I sat agonizing over the days to come. I kept imagining the way she’d looked at me, how her eyes seemed to eat me up from head to toe, hungry for what she knew she couldn’t have. It had been hard not to get an erection as she looked at me, practically licking her lips.
I took a breath and closed my eyes, trying my hardest to banish the awakening serpent that lay between my thighs back to sleep. I was finding it harder than usual to stay in the same room as Jessica ever since that night, wondering if her eyes stole lustful glances at me whenever I wasn’t looking. And now, on the eve of leaving for college, I wondered just how I’d make it through the day without giving in to my desires.
I had to keep reminding myself of who she was, of the consequences of my actions if I dared to even taste that forbidden fruit.
But it’s not really forbidden, a voice would remind me, especially as I watched Jessica leave a room, that tight little skirt conforming so well to her round ass.
I had to tell myself that no matter what I wanted, what I craved, I still needed to resist.
As the smell of breakfast wafted upstairs, I began to feel my stomach gurgle in protest, longing for the taste of bacon and eggs. One thing I’d always miss about home was my dad’s cooking—something that no campus diner could ever replicate.
Deciding that I’d packed enough to see me through at least a few months of college on my own, I zipped up my suitcase and set it down next to the small pile of boxes that I was bringing with me.
With everything packed I headed downstairs to grab myself something to eat, hoping that I’d just miss Jessica before she decided to skitter out from her room. I could only hope that she was planning to avoid me just as much as I was her—the awkwardness of the party was more than enough make things weird for both of us, especially in our own home. It would have been best if Jessica and I could have avoided one another.
But I’m not that lucky, and it was about to get much, much worse.
“Richard?” my dad called as I came down stairs. His tone of voice was not the kind you’re hear from a man totally
pleased with his life—though, my dad was never pleased with his life. “Can you come here a second?”
Uh-oh, I thought, freezing on the stairs, contemplating just heading back to my room, blaming the sound of footfalls on our cat, Bandit.
“Richard!” he called again, and I knew there was no escape.
Resigning myself to what was to come I continued down the stairs, my stomach clenching tight as I waited for the yelling to begin. I wasn’t by any means afraid of my father. I was a foot taller than he was and a great deal more muscular to boot, not to mention I knew exactly how to use every bit of that muscle in a fight. No, what always made me anxious about my dad yelling was his penchant to completely overreact.
“Yeah, Dad?” I asked as I stepped into the kitchen. Just as I feared, he had the same look he always got whenever he was angry. His face was red and sweat had started beading on his temple. I’d likened him to a boiler about to burst on more than one occasion.