Dick: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance (10 page)

I blushed deeply, my cheeks
burning in pride as I read his praise over and over. So what if I was late?
This had been so worth it.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Chapter
12

Dick

Practice had been brutal.

Over the last couple of
days, the coach had been running us through drill after drill, preparing as
much as possible for the very first game of the season. I was excited for the
thrill of the game, the physicality of the field, but at the same time, the
mandatory practice had left me little if any time for Jessica. I felt terrible,
after all the whole point of coming to this place was to be around her.

“We’re gonna come out
strong,” he’d said only an hour before in this very locker room, “and we’re
gonna kick some ass!” But the harder we trained, the more I began to worry if
I’d actually be good enough.

I sat on the wooden bench
that took up the center portion of the aisle, wrapped in a clean white towel
after a shower. The last of my teammates had left long before, and there was
only me left to ponder whether I’d be able to handle rigors of college
football. High school had been one thing, but the strain of being a college
quarterback was something I hadn’t been prepared for. The truth was that I
missed Jessica and the feeling of her body against mine. I hated the time we
were forced to spend apart, and in a way I blamed football for the distance I
felt was beginning to grow between us.

She
doesn’t deserve to be ignored like this
, I thought, rubbing my hand over my
face in frustration.
But I swear, this
training is going to put me in an early grave from stress alone.

Day after day, I’d come
home from practice completely exhausted, run ragged by the constant movement
and relentless exercises. It was like army boot camp, only with less live-fire
training. The first game was only days away and no matter how often I trained I
still didn’t feel like I was ready. High school football felt like child’s play
compared to the intensity of college ball—especially where the coaches were
concerned. The harder I worked the harder the coaches and assistant coaches
pushed me, driving me harder and harder until I was about to pass out, and even
then they pushed me to keep going. All of that so I could throw a damn ball. It
almost didn’t seem worth it, especially since I had no intention of going to
the NFL after college. Football was just a means to a free degree.

But to keep that
scholarship I needed to actually play as well as keep my grades at a decent
level, which wasn’t easy when all you wanted to do after practice was sleep for
an entire week. Assignments and class had a bad habit of falling through the
cracks, especially when games started to happen on a weekly basis. Between
training, travelling and sleeping, finding hard to be an actual student was
practically impossible, let alone an attentive lover. It was exactly that
reason that I hated leaving Jessica without practically any attention.

“Room for one more in
here?” came an all-too-familiar voice from somewhere behind me.

I turned around as Jessica
came walking up along the row of lockers, a faint smile on her face. She was
still wrapped up in a long coat from the cool winds outside, clutching it tight
as she stopped right in front of me.

“Hey, stranger,” she said,
biting on her lip as she smiled down at me. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too,” I
said, running my hands over my wet hair. “But you know you’re not supposed to
be in here, right? You could get in a lot of trouble if the coach found you.”

“I know,” she said, a
giggle bubbling up from her throat as she continued to grin at me. “That’s kind
of part of the fun, isn’t it? Doing something naughty and dangerous?”

Jessica smirked and
unclasped her coat, shrugging it off of her shoulders to reveal a sheer black
teddy with a matching black lacy thong. The cups of the lingerie just barely
obscured her pink nipples, but the way they peeked through the black fabric
more than gave away that Jessica was more than a little excited.

“All this sneaking around
is getting me so hot,” she said, kneeling down in front of me. “And I’ve been
missing you so much, Sir…”

“Jessica,” I gasped,
watching as her hands slid over the bulge that was quickly forming in my towel.
“Holy fuck.”

“I thought you’d like
that,” she cooed, pulling at the white terry cloth covering my cock, pushing it
aside to get a look at the stiffening rod. “I love the way you get hard,
Dick
… it gets me so wet.”

I closed my eyes as I felt
her delicate fingers wrap around my base, working it slowly as she looked up at
me. My heart began to pound harder and harder, my breathing deepening as I
began to surrender to the heavenly touch of my stepsister’s hand around my
cock.

“I know how stressed you’ve
been,” she said, pouting up at me as she started to squeeze gently around my
shaft. “They’re running you so hard out there every day. I haven’t gotten to
spend any time with you lately… and I know you need this just as much as I do.”

“But what if someone sees
us?” I asked, though my worries hardly lasted long after I felt the warm caress
of her tongue against my tip. I gasped, my head lolling back as she lapped
slowly against the fringe of my dickhead. I had been immediately impressed the
first time Jessica had sucked my cock, though she’d sworn she’d never once done
it before. She was a natural, taking my dick nice and deep into her mouth.

“So?” she asked, giggling
again. “The thought of someone coming in while you’re getting your cock sucked
by your stepsister doesn’t turn you on? I know it turns me on.”

She took me slowly between
her lips, her eyes locked on mine as she worked me deeper and deeper. I moaned
softly as I watched her, my mouth opened as I felt myself come to full mast. I
couldn't deny it, the thought of someone walking in while Jessica was deep
throating me was more arousing than I could even begin to describe. Our little
secret had been one of the biggest reasons that our relationship was so hot,
the taboo of it all took things to a whole new level I’d never felt with any
other woman.

“Holy fuck,” I moaned
again, leaning back on my hands as I let Jessica do what she did best. The warm
wetness of her mouth slid around my pulsing shaft, her tongue caressing along
my length. “Jess, baby this is—”

“Hush,” she whispered, her
finger to my lips before. “Relax.”

Her mouth engulfed my
steely rod again, taking me deep into her throat again and again. It wasn’t
until then that I realized how long it had been since I’d even had the time to
even masturbate with everything that was going on. I cried out softly, throwing
my head back as my hips started to buck of their own accord. I hadn’t felt so
sensitive since my very first time, the deprivation from my own climax had made
my cock more than a little desperate to feel that sweet release. I needed to
cum so badly.

“Jessica,” I moaned softly,
sliding my fingers through her hair. “Oh, my God! I’ve missed that mouth on my
cock, baby. It feels so fucking good.”

She moaned around my shaft,
still bobbing her head slowly up and down, taking her time to lap and swirl her
tongue in all the right places. I knew that before long I’d be gushing hard
into her mouth, watching my cum dripping down onto her tits.

“I can’t leave you so
stressed, can I?” she asked as she came up for air, stroking me from base to
tip as she prepared herself to take me deep once again. “You’ve got a big game
to win, and you need to be relaxed if you’re going to play in front of all of
those people.”

I smirked, caressing her
cheek just before she slid me back between her lips.

I took a deep breath and
leaned my head back, letting it hang freely as I relaxed in the glorious
sensation of my stepsister’s lips around my cock. I moan out softly, my
shoulders relaxing as I finally let the stress of the last few weeks fade away.
I could feel my hips tighten as I surrendered myself to the incredible talent
Jessica had for getting me off.

“Fuck,” I muttered
breathily, biting on my bottom lip as I felt the first twinge of pleasure
crackle up my spine that always preceded an orgasm. It had been so long since
I’d even bothered to please myself that I knew that it wouldn't be long before
I felt myself erupting in my stepsister’s hot engulfing mouth.

Jessica moaned, the sound
muffled by the cock in her mouth as she continued bobbing her head up and down
again and again. The feeling of her tongue along my shaft was like heaven as
she flicked against the very rim of my cockhead with every stroke.

I came without warning, a
thick gush of my seed exploding from my tip in a spasm that made my entire body
seize for a moment. I gasped loudly as another eruption sent my head tilting
back again as I tried to keep myself from being too loud. I felt my muscles
spasm as I lost myself momentarily in the sensation of my climax. My chest
heaved, desperate to call out in pleasure as Jessica continued her torturous
ministrations until ever last drop of my seed was sucked clean from my cock. I
let out a sigh, a contented smile painted across my face as I finally felt my
body truly begin to relax in the wake of my orgasm.

But my afterglow was cut far
too short.

Just as I was finally
beginning to bask in the soft glow left behind in the wake of my orgasm I was
jerked back into reality by the sound of something close by creaking. It was
almost too small to notice, but my senses were on alert given the high risk
location the two of us were sitting in. It could have been nothing, but I
wasn’t about to take that chance.

“Everything’s okay—” she
began, but I quickly held up a hand to silence her as I strained to hear
anything among the silence within the tiled walls. I could have sworn I’d heard
the doors of the locker room swing shut, but I couldn’t be sure if I was just
being paranoid or someone had been in the room—and heard every moan and gasp
I’d uttered as Jessica administered her skills on my cock.

“We need to get your coat
back on,” I said, wrapping the towel back around me once again. “I might just
be overly cautious, but I don’t want anyone catching you here like this.”

I only hoped that I
was
just being paranoid.

Chapter
13

Jessica

I set my purse down on my bed,
shrugging off my heavy coat as I looked around the room. Becky was nowhere to
be seen, which wasn’t terribly unusual. Ever since she’s started dating her new
boyfriend she’d found herself staying out later and later. I envied her, with Richard
so caught up in practice and the strange nature of our relationship it was hard
for either of us to really begin to act like a normal couple. With Michael
around, who knew how many other people from our high school had also come to
UCLA? The thought of being caught together was more than a little frightening
for the both of us, so we kept our rendezvous confined to his dorm.

As I turned I caught a
glimpse of myself in the mirror and blushed, biting my lip. I’d never really
gotten a look at myself before I’d actually put my lingerie for Richard—I
looked incredible!

For a moment I’d thought
someone else had been standing there in my apartment, wearing my undergarments
and staring right back at me with the same look of shock that I wore. When had
I become so different?

I didn’t
mind
how I looked, but it was a definite
shock from the usual, uptight style I’d normally be wearing. My hair was down
and tousled after my intimate meeting with my stepbrother, my lipstick faded
after I’d spent the better part of that time with my mouth wrapped around Richard’s
sizable member. The thought of it was making my knees weak.

I did a little spin,
looking back to catch a glance at my pert ass before smiling in satisfaction.
For the first time in a long time I felt alive, uninhibited by the constant
worry and anxiety that I might let my guard down—that I might let someone into
my vulnerable center where all my feelings had been kept locked up tight. But
now I knew that maybe,
just maybe
, I
could finally relax, to give myself completely over to the man I had always
desired.

It wasn’t until I glanced
up from the view of my backside that I noticed the small, electric pink post-it
note stuck to the frame of the mirror with dark black curly writing scrawled
all over it that could only have been Becky’s.

Jess,

Went out with Greg

Be back by 1am

—Becky

I gave a little smile as I
set the note down on the desk. All through high school Becky had dreamed of one
thing and one thing only: having a
real
boyfriend. Now after all these years, she’d finally gotten what she always
wanted.

She’s
growing up so fast
,
I thought, smiling as I strolled across the room and glanced at the retro alarm
clock Becky kept on her bedside table.
Nine
p.m.

“I guess I’ve got a while,”
I sighed before going over to my dresser and pulling out a pair of comfortable
pajama pants and a baggy T-shirt and stripping out of my naughty lingerie.

I flopped myself down onto
my bed, my eyes closed as I started to relax after the day filled with classes
and studying. It was actually nice to have the dorm all to myself for a little
while at least, gave me the time I needed to relax and not have to worry about
what was happening in someone else’s life for a few hours.

My thoughts wandered to Richard
as I began to stretch out on top of the warm, fluffy comforter, wriggling my
head into the soft cradling pillow beneath my head. I couldn’t stop thinking
about the way Richard moaned and shuddered as I pleasure him with my mouth. I
smiled, getting butterflies in my stomach just thinking about the way his cum
felt going down my throat.

Ours wasn’t a completely
ideal relationship. Richard and I were siblings, after all—if only by the bonds
of the law. What kind of future could the two of us have in a society like
ours? I didn’t think that my parents would understand the way I felt, or even
the way that Richard felt, much less the way I’d been in love with him since
the moment he’d moved in. I hated even thinking of what my mother’s face would
look like if she ever found out.

But Richard and I were
careful not to be seen, and if we were, it was never by anyone who actually
knew about our
actual
relationship to
one another. The only person on campus who even had a clue about the truth of Richard
and I’s relations with one another was Becky, and I would trust Becky with my
life. Regardless, even the risk made everything seem at least a little more
exciting; when in my wildest dreams did I ever really think I had a chance to
fulfill my most taboo desire?

I already began to feel
myself slickening again, the urge to touch myself almost too strong to resist.
Just the thought of what Richard’s dick felt like in my mouth was enough to get
my little cunt soaked. The temptation was too much, and before I knew it my fingers
were delving into my warm, slick lips, viciously caressing my aching clit.

I moaned out, happy to
finally not have to hold my passionate noises back to save Becky the
embarrassment. My hips squirmed as I began to belt against the bed, breathing
out soft, low whimpering moans. I felt every muscle in my limbs begin to relax,
my body turning to putty as I worked my hard little clit.

My hips began to tighten as
I started to buck them hard against my hand, whimpering as a wave of pleasure
washed over me. I was so worked up from the locker room that cumming would only
take a few moments. My climax was coming upon me like a tidal wave, looming
over me ominously just before it crashed hard right over me, sending my body
into a squirming writhing convulsion of pleasure. I couldn’t help myself as I
let out a loud, satisfied cry of ecstasy as I began to turn into a puddle
against my blankets. My body felt warm from my fingers to my toes, and soon I
felt the enticing promise of sleep, dreaming oblivion calling my name.

The longer I closed my eyes
the more I felt myself drawn into the comfort of my bed, feeling the near
weightlessness as I rested on the mattress. The more I fought against the
soothing promise of rest, the tighter it held, pulling me into the warm embrace
of comforting sleep. I glanced again at Becky’s clock, blinking blearily before
I could no longer hold my eyes open, looking at the arms softly ticking their
way around before my world was consumed by darkness.

I woke back up with a start, blinking
as I sat myself up.

The room was still empty
and exactly as I had left if before I’d fallen asleep, which was odd. Had I
only been asleep for a few minutes? It had felt like I’d been out for at least
a few hours at the very least. But if that were the case, then were was Becky?

I looked over at the alarm
clock, shocked to find the hands reading two-fifty-seven in the morning. Becky
should have been back hours ago. Worry settled into my stomach as I took out my
phone to check whether maybe she’d left me a message to say she’d be longer
than expected—but the only thing I found was a notice to update my Facebook
app. Something felt wrong—a feeling in my gut that honestly defied a logical
explanation. I knew that I needed to make sure Becky was all right.

I pressed my thumb against
the first speed dial option in my phone, immediately bringing Becky’s face up
on my screen as it began to ring. But before it even got past the first ring I
heard the chipper sounds of Becky’s voice.

“Hey! You’ve reach Becky!
I’m not able to get to the phone right now but please leave your name and
number and I’ll—”

I pressed the red “end
call” button with a sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose in an attempt to calm
myself. Already I could feel my stomach clenching nervously, my mind concocting
scenarios where Becky was on the side of the road somewhere in a ditch. But the
more I thought about it the more I hoped that I was only overreacting. Maybe
she’d just had herself more of a good time with Greg than she’s expected and
the two of them were back at his place.

I tried to call again, but
once more was put through straight to voicemail.

“Hey, Becky, it’s Jessica,”
I said into the phone after the beep. “I’m just calling to make sure you’re
okay. It’s like, three-a.m. and I just thought I’d check in since you said
you’d be back earlier. If you’re like, doing something with Greg, that’s fine I
just wanted to make sure you were okay. Just do me a favor and just call or
text me whenever you get this so I know you’re all right.”

As I set my phone down, I
thought that the smartest thing to do would be to just go back to sleep and
hope that by the morning Becky had either come back to the dorm, or gotten back
to me. But when you’re not sure whether your friend is all right, it’s hard to
close your eyes let alone get a good night’s sleep. Luckily for me, I didn’t
have time for either.

Just as I was about to
close my eyes I heard the loud, sustained buzzing of my phone jittering against
my bedside table. I jumped up so fast there could have been a fire underneath
me, scrambling for my phone in time to swipe my thumb across the green “answer”
button.

“Becky?” I asked, hardly
even recalling looking at the caller I.D.

“Jess?” came a voice I knew
was hers, but something about it seemed different, almost like she’d just woken
up. “Is that you?”

“Yeah, Becky, it’s me. Are
you okay?”

“I don’t know where I am,”
she said, her words slurred and slowed. “Can—can you come get me?”

“Becky, what happened?”

“I’m really scared,” she
said, and I could already hear her trying to hold back a sob. “I think
something happened to me, Jess. I don’t feel right.”

“Can you see anything
familiar? Are you still on the campus?” I asked, standing up and running over
to put on my sneakers. I didn’t even both putting on real clothes and slipped
out the door in just my pajama bottoms and T-shirt.

“I… I think so,” she
mumbled. “I see the message board, near the dorms…”

“All right, Becky I’m on my
way, okay? Don’t move from that spot.”

“I—yeah…” she mumbled.
“Okay. I think I’m just gonna lie down.”

“Becky, I need you to stay
awake, okay?” I said as I jogged through the hallways, shocked to see more than
a few girls up, their dorm doors open. I wasn’t sure what compelled me to ask,
but before I knew it I was begging others for help as I passed by in the halls,
a trail of people following after me as we made our way out of the dorms and
onto the campus grounds.

“Becky?” I asked, only a
groggy, half-awake mumble came in reply. “Sweetie, put your phone in the air
and try to flag us over. The light will tell us where you are.”

For a long moment there was
no reply as I scanned the area for any signs of my best friend or the light
from her phone. It felt like I was standing there for minutes just looking for
the faintest glimmer of her screen.

“There!” one of the other
girls shouted, pointed toward a tiny glimmer of light almost one-hundred yards
away. I broke into a run, chasing after that faint light as though my life
depended on it—since I was sure that my friend’s life just might.

Behind me I could hear the
sounds of the other girls from our dorm, none of their paces as frantic as mine
as I ran at almost breakneck speeds toward that glimmering light. My side
burned, my body unused to running almost the length of an entire football field
without stopping. But before I knew it I was kneeling at my friend’s side as
she lay in the crisp green lawn.

“Becky?” I whispered as I
knelt down beside her, brushing her long hair out of her face. “Becky, honey,
what happened?”

“Jess?” she asked, blinking
up at me blearily. “I was just talking to you on the phone.”

Something was definitely
wrong.

It took us a few minutes to get Becky
up and more coherent. Together with the help of a few of the other girls from
the dorm we managed to help her back over to the steps of our building. With
most of the excitement gone, some of the girls had wandered back inside to get
some sleep, something I could hardly blame them for in the slightest.

“Becky, what happened?” I
asked, kneeling down beside her on the front steps. “Did something happen to
you while you were out?”

“I’m… I’m okay, Jess,” she
said, her words mumbled and slurred. If I didn’t know any better, I would have
said that Becky was drunk off of her ass. That explanation would have been more
than enough for her behavior, except for the complete lack of smell that came
with drinking
that
much alcohol.

“You’re not, sweetie,” I
said, peering into her eyes to try and get a better look. They weren’t
bloodshot, but as I gently tilted her head up to catch a better light from the
lamp, I could see how glassy her eyes had become.

“She’s acting like she’s on
something,” one of the girls said. “What’re her eyes like?”

“Glassy,” I replied,
frowning. Becky wasn’t the kind of girl to ever go out and do anything so
reckless as take drugs. “And she’s almost acting like she’s drunk.”

“I don’t want to freak you
out, or anything,” the girl said, her brow furrowed in concern, “but I think
that your friend might have been roofied.”