Dick: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance (14 page)

Chapter
19

Jessica

AEΩ was throwing their annual party to
welcome their pledges as full brothers, which was a perfect time for me to get close
to Michael. Just the thought of it had my skin crawling as I stood in front of
the full length mirror that Becky and I both shared.

I was dressed in a short
mini-skirt with a tight black top that clung to me in way I wasn’t used to from
my clothes. I shivered as my stomach peeked out from the bottom of the top,
exposing the bottom half of my bellybutton. Normally I was practically covered
from head neck to knee, my tops barely ever showing even an inch of my
cleavage. While most girls had spent their time as school trying to get people
to notice their bodies, I had always done my best to make sure everyone ignored
mine.

Seeing how I looked now, I
knew that I was going to be very hard to ignore.

“Are you sure about this?”
I asked looking over at Becky. “I feel so weird wearing this.”

“I know, sweetie,” she
said, giving me a distressed smile. “It’s not my usual fare either, but we need
something that will help you blend in with the kind of girls who go to parties
at AEΩ.”

I sighed, trying to tuck
the bottom of the top down over my exposed midriff, which only served in
exposing more of my substantial cleavage, enhanced all the more by the push-up
bra I was wearing underneath. This felt so strange, so…
not
me.

“You’re going to do great,”
Greg said. “I’m going to be listening in to everything that happens, and you’ll
be able to hear me.”

He walked over, holding out
what looked like a flesh-colored lump of plastic.

“What’s that?” I asked,
frowning at it.

“An earpiece,” he said.
“Can’t really have you on your phone the entire time, can we?”

I looked at him, my
eyebrows raised.

“Where did you get all of
this, Greg?” Becky asked, picking up what looked like a black rectangle from
the bed. “It looks really expensive.

“A friend of mine needed to
get some of it out of his dorm before an inspection,” he said, smiling
nervously as I took the ear-piece from him and tentatively fitted it into my
ear. “Look, don’t try to think about what he was doing with it… Just be glad it
was there. Stuff like this isn’t exactly permitted on campus… or
anywhere
.”

“Are we going to get in
trouble for having this stuff?” I asked, frowning at the thought of campus PD
opening my bad to find a slew of contraband electronics.

“Oh, definitely,” he said,
trying to play it off with a laugh. “But only if we’re caught.”

I sighed, turning back to
my reflection. I barely even recognized the woman staring back, and that scared
me almost as much as the crazy stunt we were about to pull.

“Run me through it again,”
I said, taking a deep breath to try and calm myself, albeit unsuccessfully.

“You’re going to have the
device in your purse while you’re at the party. All you have to do is find
Michael. Stand within at least five feet of him for about ten minutes or so. I’ll
send him a text message that sets everything off. We’re using a zero-day
exploit, and it works fast. Same tricks those hackers used to get all the naked
celebrity pics. Anyway, that’s about how long I need to clone his phone. Becky
and I will be close by with city PD on speed dial if anything goes wrong. I’ll
be able to hear you with the microphone in your choker, it picks up the sounds
in your throat instead of the noise around you.”

“What if he sees me?” I
asked, swallowing hard as I imagine Michael’s cold eyes turning their gaze on
me, that hungry glint burning behind his stare. “What do I do?”

“Keep calm and just wait
for my signal to leave. He won’t know what we’re doing so long as everything
goes according to plan.”

Less than an hour later, I was walking
through the doors of AEΩ, clutching my purse close to me as I scanned the crowd
for any sign of Michael. I swallowed nervously as I pushed and wove my way
through the crowd of bodies as the base thrummed through my body and down to my
bones. The sound reminded me of Richard, the way he’d turned my whole life
upside down and shaken me to my core that night at my going away party.

“Everything okay in there?”
Greg’s asked over the ear-piece, his voice faint compared to the sound of the
stereo system.

“I can barely hear you,” I
said, my voice low.

“How about now?” he asked,
the sound in my ear a bit loud, but enough that I could hear him over the
people and the music in the background.

“Better. I haven’t spotted
Michael yet.”

“Just keep looking,” he
said. “Knowing him, he’s probably watching over everyone, pretending to be the
big man in charge.”

I glanced over toward the
main staircase, keeping my head low so as not to attract attention from anyone
who might recognize me. As much as I hated them, I could at least owe it to
this crowd for keeping my somewhat hidden.

It only took a few more
minutes of searching to finally spot Michael, sure enough standing at the top
of the stairs, looking down his nose at the crowd below. He sneered, looking
down his nose at the people who had called initiated him into their ranks like
they were all slugs that he longed to squash.

“I see him,” I said,
swallowing around the lump in my throat. “I’m going to try and get closer.”

“Just remember,” Greg said
as I wove my way toward the stairs, “you need to get close, Jessica.”

Easier
said than done
,
I thought. Five feet was plenty close enough for him to grab me, to pull me
somewhere that he could do to me what he’d done to Becky. After everything that
had happened between us in the past, I didn’t expect much in the way of mercy
if the worst should happen.

I situated myself against
the staircase just underneath Michael as he surveyed the crowd. With my back
against the wall I could feel the rumble of the bass with every note, vibrating
my skull. I glanced up nervously, hoping that I was close enough to him for the
device to do its work.

“I’ve sent the text to his
number and I’m starting the process. Just stay close Jessica and don’t let him
get away.”

“Yeah, right. 007, out,” I
muttered mockingly, forgetting that the microphone could even pick up my
slightest whisper.

“I heard that.”

I sighed, shaking my head
as I felt the seconds tick by and wishing that Richard were here with me. I
only hoped that he hadn’t ignored my warning. We were so close to being free of
Michael, and if he even saw a hint that Richard was there, he might ruin
everything. I felt awful leaving him out, but I knew it had been the only way.

A loud crash from up above
tore my attention from my thoughts and up toward the top of the stairs where
the noise had come from.

As I turned my gaze upward,
my gaze immediately fell on Michael, watching in horror as his eyes met my own
for a lingering moment. I watched his face twitch slightly, though I couldn’t
tell if he recognized me. He turned, walking up onto the second floor and out
of sight.

I panicked, scrambling over
to the steps and trying to pick my way through the party goers that littered
the stairs. If I didn’t find a way to get close to him again this entire stunt
would have been for nothing.

“Jessica? What’s happened?
I lost the signal,’ Greg said, his voice edged with tension.

“He went upstairs,” I said
softly, though I couldn’t keep the panic out of my voice. “I’m following him
now.”

“Just be careful,” he
replied, and I could almost feel the worry in his voice.

Once I’d managed to get up
onto the second floor I found myself in an almost deserted hallway, the only
occupant was a passed out member of AEΩ sprawled halfway in one of the house’s
bedrooms. I looked around, slowly creeping along the hall in the hopes of maybe
catching Michael unaware.

“I’ve got the signal
again,” Greg said over the earpiece. “He’s close by.”

Those words made my heart
skip a beat, worsened only by the smug whisper from only a few feet behind me.

“Looking for someone?”

That cool familiar voice
chilled me to the bone, my heart suddenly pounding away at my ribcage like a
xylophone. I gulped nervously, steeling myself as I turned around, watching
Michael step out of one of the bedrooms, both hands in his pockets as he
strolled toward me.

“It’s funny,” he said, his
thin lips curling into a cruel smile, “I was
just
wondering how long it would take you to realize that brother
of yours is hardly a match for me. And here you are, crawling back to me dressed
like the little whore I always said you were.”

“Jessica? Is everything
okay? What’s going on?” Greg asked.

“Michael, I—”

“You don’t have to explain,
Jessica,” he said, putting up his hand to stop me from speaking. “I understand.
You want a real man—someone who’ll treat you like you know you
deserve
to be treated.”

“Stop it,” I said, my voice
trembling as I took a step back. “Stay away from me.”

“Excuse me?” Michael asked,
his head tilting as though he could hardly believe what he’d just heard. “Did
you just give me an
order
you little
cunt? There’s no need to play hard to get. I know you didn’t come here for the
party.”

“Jessica, get out of there,”
Greg said, and I could hear his own panicked voice practically matching my own.
“You need to run.”

“I can’t,” I said, taking
another step back as Michael advanced. “He’s blocking the stairs.”

“Who are you talking to?”
he hissed, lunging forward and grabbing at my purse, pulling me forward along
with it. Everything toppled out all at once, the heavy black device slamming
onto the floor.

I felt his head on my
throat, crying out as my shoulder exploded in pain as he threw me into the
wall. I felt his fingers digging at my ear, pulling out the earpiece and
throwing it onto the ground.

“What the hell is all
this?” he snarled, “Huh? Tell me!”

I tried to cry out, to get
any kind of sound past his steely grip on my windpipe. His face was inches from
mine, and I could feel his hot, stinking breathing right against my skin. I
could barely draw breath, my head already beginning to swim from the lack of
oxygen and the shooting pain radiating out of my shoulder.

I watched his entire face
turn a bright shade of red, blood rushing up to declare his rage. He didn’t
know exactly what I had tried to do, but knowing that I’d come with some kind
of plan against him was enough to raise his ire to levels I’d never seen
before.

“I’m going to fucking kill
you, bitch—”

His breath caught in his
throat as something massive slammed into his side. All of a sudden I could draw
breath, taking air greedily into my lungs as I crumpled against the wall. I
blinked away the stars that had forms in front of my vision as I looked up to
find out just who my savior had been.

“Richard?” I whispered,
watching in awe as my stepbrother reared up and began slamming his fists over
and over into Michael’s prone form, the wet sounds of his knuckles meeting his
flesh filling my hearing. I’d never seen my brother so enraged, roaring as he
grabbed Michael’s now limp form and tossed it against one of the closed bedroom
doors, caving the wood in with a loud
crack!

Satisfied with the
unconscious form of my former boyfriend at his feet, Richard turned toward me,
his expression immediately softening as he knelt down to check on me.

“Are you all right?” he
asked, cupping my face in his hands.

“I am now,” I whispered,
smiling up at him before pressing my lips to his.

Chapter
20

Dick

“The jury came back today,” Jessica
said as she cuddled up to me in my bed. It had been a long trial, even with the
evidence arrayed against Michael and his goons. With his parents’ money, he was
more than able to hire himself an attorney willing to stall for as much time as
possible to get him acquitted.

“Good news?” I asked,
running my fingers through her silken hair. I’d given up on watching the trial
myself, unable to stomach seeing that bastard sitting there day after day,
convinced this his daddy’s money would save him. Jessica however had stayed
glued to every bit of news about the proceedings, even going to one of the
sessions of court when Becky was called to testify about the night she was
raped. “They’re not letting him go, are they?”

Michael had been given
bail, but kept on house arrest while the trial was going on, leaving him
trapped far away from the two of us while the trial went on and his lackey’s
were all on trial alongside their little ringleader. With half of AEΩ’s pledges
on trial, the fraternity was under some serious investigation into past reports
that had “slipped through the cracks.” I couldn’t help enjoying the sight of a
fleet of black and white cop cars all parked outside of the Omega’s frat-house,
its members displaced out onto the sidewalk to watch as their little club house
was turned upside down.

“Just the opposite,” she
said, looking up at me with those warm, loving eyes. “Michael is being charged
with Becky’s rape, along with a charge for being an accessory to every single
one of the Omega’s who were in that room.”

“Sounds like justice to
me,” I said, smiling as I leaned my head down to brush my lips against her own.
“How’s Becky taking everything?”

Jessica gave me a half
smile and gently shrugged her shoulders. I knew that the trial had been hard
for Becky, it always is for women who go through trauma like that. She had to
relive her rape again and again, and even while she was staring right at
Michael in the courtroom as she gave her testimony.

“Becky’s doing okay. As
well as anyone could be after something like this,” she said. “I don’t think it
gave her the closure that she was hoping for. It’s not like what everyone keeps
telling girls in this situation. It doesn’t get easier. It stays painful
forever.

I nodded, gently caressing
her cheek as I looked out toward my window from my bed. I’d never be able to
understand the kind of pain Becky had gone through or the hurt that Michael had
inflicted on her—a hurt that would follow her into every relationship for the
rest of her life. It would always be there, like a shadow hanging over her view
of men. And I didn’t blame her one bit if she never trusted anyone for the rest
of her life.

“It looks like we’re out of
the woods, then,” I said, entwining my fingers in her soft hair. “We’re free.”

“In some ways, yes.”
Jessica turned her gaze away from me, a frown marring those pretty features.
“Not in others.”

I frowned, sitting up a
little straighter in bed, looking down as she set her head in my lap.

What
could be wrong now
?
I wondered, gently rubbing my thumb over her shoulder. We were free to be
together again, with no threat looming over our heads that could expose our
secret to the world. From what I could tell the two of us had gotten out of
this with our lives intact and no worse for wear.

“What you do mean, babe?”

Jessica sighed, nuzzling
gently against me.

“I mean that we’re still
living like we’re some shameful tryst. We’re still in the shadows, even after
what we’d just been through. I feel like if Michael had posted those picture
then at least we wouldn’t have to hide from the world. I love you, and I want
to the world to know that I love you.”

I sat there, my arms draped
across her body as I thought on her words. She definitely had a point—hiding
ourselves from the world didn’t appeal to me, but the shame of what others
might think had always kept me from declaring my feelings from the rooftops.
And there was always our parents, who might not be happy about this…

They would understand… Love
is blind.

“I do too, Jess,” I said,
reaching down and gently squeezing her hand. “I hate hiding it… but I’m afraid,
too. It’s scary to think what might happen if anyone back home found out about
who we were to one another.”

“All the more reason to be
done with it!” she exclaimed. “If we tell everyone ourselves, then at least it
will be on our terms. We’ll be able to face them, and now that Michael and his
pictures aren’t going to be an issue any longer you and I don’t have to worry
about a huge scandal, or the embarrassment of our parents seeing second hand
what we were doing. I don’t like sneaking around. I’m ready to face up about
who I am and the man I love.”

“You’re right,” I
whispered, closing my eyes in thought. I could practically see the look on my
father’s face—all red and practically steaming like a boiler. But his momentary
anger was something I was more than ready to deal with when the time came.

“What was that?” she asked,
turning around to look up into my eyes, a wicked grin on her lips. “Say that
again.”

I smirked, caressing her
cheek as I drew her in for a soft, tender kiss.

“You’re right.”

Jessica purred against my
lips, pressing deeper into the kiss, her arms sliding around my neck. I
chuckled, wrapping my own arms around her waist and pulling her in nice and
close. The covers fell away easily, revealing that perfect body underneath. I
allowed my hands to wander along the smooth line of her back, caressing and
teasing on her pale skin. I could never get enough of her against me.

“I love it when you say
that,” she cooed.

“I bet you do,” I laughed,
pressing our lips together again in a slow, passionate kiss. I’d never been
happier than when I was with my stepsister in my arms, her lips locked with
mine and I had no intention of letting that feeling ever slip away.

“Who should we tell first?”
she asked, biting on her lip as her hands slid over my shoulders. She had an
all too familiar hungry look in her eyes as she began to kiss along my neck.
Jessica had turned into quite the little animal in the sack since we’d first
started, eagerly jumping at the chance to fuck even at a moment’s notice
especially if I made it an order.

“Probably mom and dad,” I
said, closing my eyes as she caressed my skin with her soft, succulent lips. “I
mean, it would be kind of rude not to tell them, if we’re going to be out in
the open about all of this, right? They should be the first to know that their
own kids are sleeping together. Right?”

“Uh-huh,” she grunted
softly, raking her nails down my sides as her kisses slowly made their way
along my chest. With every touch of her body against mine I could feel the
tension in my muscles begin to ebb away. I let out a soft sigh of relief as her
hands began to slip much lower until they found the more intimate parts of my
body. “But I don’t think talking about them with your dick in my hand is going
to be very fun, now, is it?”

I let out a soft, plaintive
moan as she began to slowly work my still flaccid cock, already beginning to
feel it harden in her hand. My eyes fluttered as she slowly began to pump her
hand up and down along my lengthening shaft, all thoughts of anything else
driven right from my mind. With every stroke, Jessica turned her wrist just
slightly, the sensation making me shudder in pleasure.

“Fuck, Jess,” I groaned
out, gripping on my sheets as she brought my dick to full attention. It never
ceased to amaze me just how adept my stepsister had gotten in turning me on,
all the tiny, subtle motions that brought my cock to a full hard-on before I
could even blink.

“That’s the plan,” she
moaned in my ear before taking my earlobe between her lips. “You know how much
I like taking care of you,
Dick
.”

I groaned out once more,
tilting my head back against the head of my bed as her hand worked the base of
my cock again and again. All the while I could feel Jessica grinding herself against
my leg, feeling the growing wetness between her thighs. My body gave a shudder
as I pressed myself against her hand, subconsciously begging for more. But I
knew that just feeling her hand around my cock wouldn’t be enough to satisfy
me.

“You always get me so hard,
my little pet,” I growled, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. “I need to feel
my cock in that little cunt of yours.”

“Please, Sir,” she
whimpered, looking up at me as she squirmed her hips against me, pressing her
warm pussy against my skin. I let out a groan of satisfaction, pulling her up
higher on my body. My cock pressed against her stomach, its rigid length
throbbing in anticipation as she writhed and moaned for my enjoyment. “I want
to be yours.”

“Do you?” I asked coyly, my
lips turning up in a cocky little smirk. “You want to feel me inside of you?
Feel my cock sliding in and out of that warm, wet little cunt?”

“Yes, Sir!” she moaned,
letting out a hissing breath through her teeth as she slid her thighs around my
waist, straddling me so that her slick pussy pressed right along the length of
my steely shaft. “I want to feel you inside of me when that tip gushes with
cum… I want to feel you filling me, Sir.”

I pushed my hips up against
hers as she started to grind herself against my crotch, groaning at the thought
of feeling my seed burst from my tip inside of her warm depths, spilling my
essence deep inside. The risk of getting her pregnant was more than a little
exciting, the thought of my own stepsister, swollen with my child had me harder
than I would have ever imagined.

“Don’t tease,” I whispered,
looking into her eyes. “It’s not nice to tease me with what I can’t have.”

“Who said that you couldn’t
have it?” she asked, a look of mock innocence on her face as she tilted her
head slightly to the side. “I’m yours, Sir. You can do whatever you want with
me, however you want, and whenever you want. If you want to feel that cock cum
nice and deep inside of your pet’s pussy, then you can.”

I looked deep into her
eyes, searching for any sign of that tell-tale glint in her eyes that told me
she was only playing. But there was no glint in her eyes aside from the hungry
gleam that she always got right before I slid my cock nice and deep into her
warm cunt.

Does
she mean that
?
I wondered, running my fingers through her hair.

“I await your orders, Sir,”
she whispered, biting nervously on her bottom lip. She wanted me to say yes, to
tell her that I wanted to fuck her until I spilled my cum into her wet little
slit. My cock felt so hard that it almost hurt as I imagined my cum slowly
dripping from between her pretty little pussy lips as she relaxed, rejoicing in
the sensation of being filled with my sperm.

“Ride me,” I growled softly
before I pulled her into a slow, hungry kiss.

“Yes, Sir,” she cooed,
getting up onto her knees as she continued to straddle my waist, reaching down
and pressing my tip against the drenched slit of her pretty little cunt.

I moaned softly, watching
as she slowly squirmed her pussy down around my thick, meaty cock, those soft
shaved lips slowly enveloping my steely member until there was nothing except
the barest hint of my base left outside of her body. I leaned my head back,
eyes closed as I basked in the glorious feeling of her body enveloping my cock.
I fought the urge to move, to fuck her from beneath as she sat on top of me,
instead forcing myself to relax and enjoy the way she fucked me. Every single
inch of her was mine, and she knew it—she loved it.

Once my dick was sheathed
within her Jessica began the slow and torturous work of working herself up and
down my thick length, working her hips slow up and down. I looked down between
us, enjoying the sight of my cock slipping in and out of her body, the way she
moaned whenever she’d push it back up inside of herself, her eyes closed and
her head lolled to the side.

With one hand she balanced
herself on the headboard behind me, and with the other she slipped her fingers
between her thighs, stopping just before she reached her pussy and looking down
into my eyes.

“May I touch my pussy, Sir?
I want to cum with you nice and deep inside of me.”

I smirked, reaching up and
pressing my lips against her own in another slow, passionate kiss. She worked
her hips up and down, her pussy riding that hard cock perfectly. I could
already feel that familiar pressure in my hips and gentle tightness in my
cum-heavy balls.

“Do it,” I whispered,
looking down as she obeyed, her fingers dipping down into the velvety folds of
her pussy just above my pulsating shaft. Her nimble delicate fingers worked
slowly at first, brushing along her hard little nubbin until she let out a soft
gasp, her eyes closing as her hips moved in their perfect rhythm.

“Fuck!” she whined, her
cheeks flushing with color. I watched her tight little body, her muscles
shuddering as she felt the awakening of her own climax beginning to stir. I
smiled wickedly, reaching up to tease ever-so-gently at her pert little
nipples, leaning forward to take the opposite one into my mouth. “Oh God, Dick!”