Dick: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance (9 page)

Chapter
11

Jessica

“You’re such a freak!” Becky squealed
from across the room.

“Hey! Be nice,” I said,
feigning offense. “You were the one who told me that I should have had sex with
him a long time ago!”

“I know, but I didn’t think
that you’d ever actually do it!” she laughed, rolling onto her bed. “I’m proud
of you!”

I’d waited at least a week
before I’d let Becky in on me and Richard’s little secret, just to be sure that
I wasn’t getting ahead of myself. Ever since I’d spilled the beans, it was all
she was able to talk about whenever I was around. Becky wanted every single
detail of our time together, especially all about what we did outside of the
bedroom. She seemed to get a kick out of hearing about the things Richard would
order me to do.

Richard’s commands usually
left me feeling so hungry for him that I was ravenous by the time I saw him.
Classes often got in the way of our face-to-face encounters, but that never stopped
us from enjoying one another.

“It feels weird saying
this, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good in my entire life. It’s like I
hadn’t started actually living until I started actually
being
with Richard.”

“Does that mean you
love
him?” Becky asked, her grin only
growing wider.

I’d been the kind of person
who swore I’d never really fall in love, not in that sappy love story sort of
way you’d always imagined from fairytales and romance novels. Becky knew I
hated that sappy sort of drivel, and the fact that I was practically gushing
over my stepbrother in way I’d never once spoke about Michael made her all the
happier.

“I didn’t say that,” I
replied, crossing my arms and turning my gaze away. I could already feel my
cheeks flushing with color at the thought of actually whispering those words to
Richard, confessing my feelings for him, and not merely my own lustful desires,
but the desires of my heart. It was almost infuriating how emotional I was
getting, waxing on in a sappy internal monologue of all the ways I craved his
presence, the look into his eyes and merely swoon like some pathetic
schoolgirl. I felt like a fool… and yet I’d never been happier in my life.

“But you meant it,” Becky
giggled, practically squealing in excitement. “You’ve got it so bad for him!
And not just in your pants!”

“Shut up!” I said, turning
toward her in a mock display of anger. “I don’t want to talk about it”

“Touchy tonight,” she said,
playing at being wounded by my outburst though I could see her grin still
peeking through her mask of feigned reproachfulness. “I guess if you didn’t
want to talk about all this lovey stuff, then I won’t tell you about
my
love life.”

“What?” I blinked, sitting
up slightly in bed as I looked across the room at her. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that I’ve met
someone!” she said, biting at her lip excitedly. “About two weeks ago.”

“And you didn’t tell me?” I
asked, feeling somewhat hurt for being kept out of the loop, thought after I’d
hid my relationship with Richard for just as long I couldn’t really blame her.
“What’s his name?”

“Greg,” she said, smiling
bashfully. “He’s the sweetest guy I’ve ever met, and he’s
so
good with computers. In fact, that’s how we met.”

“Through the computer?” I
asked, frowning slightly. I never liked the idea of online dating, especially
the layer of anonymity it created, letting practically anyone pretend to be
someone else. “Like, on a dating site?”

“No, stupid,” she laughed,
“I met him in class. My laptop had crashed right in the middle of a lecture,
and I thought I’d lost everything! But all of a sudden he taps me on the
shoulder from the next row up and asks if I need any help. So he takes my
laptop and before I know it he’s handing it back in no time at all with
everything back exactly like it was! And when I looked at the document that was
open on the screen it had his number on it.”

“Oh, my God. That it
possibly the smoothest, nerdiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“
Right?!
” she exclaimed, unable to stop herself from giggling. “So I
can’t stop smiling all through class and the next day I called him, and we went
out on a date!”

“Becky!” I squealed
excitedly, “that’s fantastic!”

“I know!” she squealed
back, “I was so nervous at first, but it’s like every time I’m near him, I
don’t feel that way anymore. It’s like he knows just how to calm me down. And
the sex is so great!”

“You’re already having
sex?” I asked, my eyes going wide. “Since when?”

“Our third date,” she
mumbled, casting her gaze down toward her knees bashfully. “I didn’t think he’d
be good at it—he’s kind of an awkward guy most of the time—but I was
so
wrong.”

I couldn’t help but laugh,
covering my face to hide my own scarlet cheeks. I never thought in a million
years I’d be talking about my sex life, even with Becky, but I couldn’t deny
that it felt good to have
someone
who
knew the truth about what Richard and I were doing—especially someone who
wouldn’t judge us.

“I’m glad I have you to
talk to, Becky,” I said, relaxing back against my pillows, my arms up behind my
head. “I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t there for me.”

“Well, I can’t say the
feeling isn’t mutual, Jess,” she sighed, smiling over at me as she too settled
back down onto her bed. “I’m just glad I have my best friend here with me,
otherwise I don’t think I’d be able to handle college.”

“Me either,” I whispered.

The following morning, I was sitting
outside of the campus café, enjoying the usual cup of coffee I liked to get
right before classes started. It was always quiet, with only the few students
milling about who made it a habit of not sleeping in until after noon on a
regular basis. I liked to start my morning off quietly, left well enough alone
before I had to finally deal with all the chaos of my fellow students moving
like some massive school of fish, changing and pushing in every direction
without a moment's notice. In fact it was so early that I almost jumped in
surprise as I felt my phone vibrating in my jacket pocket.

“Where are you?” read a
text from Richard. Usually he made it a point to sleep in, especially after
practices.

“Outside the café, Sir,” I
texted back, confused as to why he’d be interested in talking so early. Our
time together usually took place after dark, though I’d still often get texted
orders throughout the day, things that would force me to push through my own
inhibitions and build confidence in my own sexuality. But lately his texts had
come less and less, and I’d begun to wonder whether he’d started to get tired
of me.

“Get up and stand behind
the café where no one can see you.”

I swallowed hard, my heart
starting to race as I wondered what Richard had in store for me. As ordered I
stood and gathered my things before I made my way around to the back of the café,
where a little corridor sat between it and an unfilled retail space. Just
inside the corridor I found a perfect place to wait, a small alcove carved out
of the wall where one might have kept a set of garbage cans, though thankfully
was devoid of any such thing, making my wait all that much more bearable.

“I’m here.” I said once I
was in position, clutching onto my purse nervously.

I stood for what felt like
an hour, waiting for what I had no idea as I checked my phone every minute.
What was I doing here? And why had Richard been so specific about anyone seeing
me? Usually when he had me follow a command he wanted me to be seen as part of
my “exploration” of myself. I’d begun to suspect that my stepbrother had gone
back to his old tricks and I was beginning to feel like leaving would be my
best option, despite the promise of “punishment.”

But just as I was about to
turn and leave, I felt my phone once again start to buzz.

“Stay,” was all it said,
and suddenly I was more than acutely aware that my stepbrother was watching me,
though from where, I couldn’t tell.

“Yes, Sir,” I sent back,
swallowing nervously. I was both nervous and excited at the thought of him
watching, somewhere out of sight. My heart raced like a hummingbird’s at the
idea of what he might be doing.

“Take it off,” came another
text.

“Take what off, Sir?”

“Everything.”

I stared at the text for a
long moment, my breath stolen from my lungs at the prospect of stripping
totally naked in public. Despite my initial fear, I began to undo the buttons
on my blouse, constantly glancing toward the entrance to the alleyway as I cast
my clothes onto the pavers at my feet until all I was standing in was my bra
and panties. I felt so vulnerable, my heart pounding at the idea of someone
discovering me here. But between my legs I felt the warmth of my arousal
blossoming like a flower.

“I said everything,” came
another text, and before I even realized it I felt my panties soaking. Slowly I
started to unhook my bra, letting it fall at my feet before slipping my panties
down until they crumpled around my ankles in a heap. I was so wet, the idea of
him watching as I did something so depraved, maybe even touching himself as he
did so was more than enough to get my imagination racing.

“Good,” his next message
read. “Now play with yourself.”

“But what if I’m caught?” I
asked, biting hard on my lip again.

“I gave you an order,” he
said, and I could practically hear the commanding tone of his voice. I couldn’t
stop myself from shivering in pleasure. I couldn’t dare disobey… and I didn’t
want to.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied
before pressing my back against the wall of the alcove, letting it support my
weight as I spread my legs. If Richard was watching, I hoped he had a good view
as I slid my fingers into the wet folds of my cunt. My eyes fluttered closed as
I began to slowly flick my fingertip against the wanting nubbin between my
legs. Michael had asked me more than a few times to play with myself for him,
but somehow, this felt so much more exciting.

I moaned softly, hoping no
one could hear the way my teasing brought sounds that had—until today—had never
been heard outside of four walls. I felt the adrenaline pumping through me like
a drug, heightening my senses as I played with my aching clit.

My hips tightened, pressure
beginning to well up deep inside of me as I imagined my legs wrapped around Richard’s
waist, his cock buried deep inside of my welcoming pussy as my hips squirmed
and bucked against him, riding his thick member until I felt the warm release
of his sperm gush inside of my body. It was a fantasy I’d only ever dared to
dream of, one I had read and seen in videos but could only hope would one day
be mine. I wanted to feel Richard’s seed inside of me, to truly be his. It was
a fantasy that never failed to bring me straight to climax.

I bit down on my bottom lip
as an electric crackle of pleasure radiated up from between my thighs,
stretching out and dissipating as it reached the tips of my fingers. I felt my
body relax against the hard surface of the alcove wall, my muscles practically
melting as I drew closer to the heights of my climax, eager to fall right over
the perilous edge and into the sea of orgasmic bliss, Richard’s name kissing my
lips as I cried out in ecstasy.

My chest rose and fell, the
peaks of my breasts hardening like diamonds in the cool pre-autumn air. I
moaned out again, my caution thrown to the wind as I pictured Richard,
somewhere hidden as he watched me with his hand wrapped tightly around his
massive cock, stroking it to the thought of being inside of my wet pussy,
sliding inside of me and pleasuring my in the way only he truly could. In that
moment I began to truly feel like he owned me, and I reveled in the thought of
truly being his.

“Dick,” I whimpered as
another wave of pleasure rolled over me, another warning before the coming
storm of my own bliss. My breasts trembled with each quivering intake of air,
my breathing ragged and uneven as the tighten deep inside of my body threatened
to break over me, drowning me like a victim at sea in an ocean of pleasure.

My head rolled back as my
hips gave an involuntary convulsion, bucking hard against my hand as I did my
best to stifle my cries of joy. For a moment I’d lost all sense of my body, the
sensation of falling overcoming me as I felt every muscle in my arms and legs
relax all at once. My heart hammered like a war drum, and as my eyes opened, I
found myself a naked, quivering heap on the floor, my body covered in a glossy
sheen of sweat.

I whimpered, still reeling
from the incredible impact of my orgasm, one I’d hardly felt the equal of. In
the distance beyond the confines of the corridor, I heard the sounds of
conversation and footfalls, the campus already awake and active.

Just as I had begun to take
stock of myself, I heard the soft buzzing of my phone, heralding another text
from Richard. Almost frantically I grabbed for the device, biting my lip to
eagerly read his next message.

“Good girl,” he had
written. “Now get to class. You’re late.”