RICHARD (A BAD BOY ROMANCE) (4 page)

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FOUR
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Dick

“Jess!”
I called out into the warm summer air. “C’mon! It’s just a game!”

The night was only just now
beginning to cool down after the merciless assault from the sun. I breathed in
the cool air as I scanned the street for any signs of Jessica, hoping that I’d
be able to catch her before she got too far.

“Jessica! Come back to the
party!” I called out again, though the only sound that came in answer was a
celebratory shout from inside. I glanced back, looking in through the living
room window as I watched one of Jessica’s nerdy friends get what might have
passed for a lap dance from one of the girls. I shook my head before turning my
attention back to the search for my stepsister.

She
couldn’t have gotten too far
, I thought as I made my way through
the car-packed street, on the lookout for Jessica’s lithe silhouette. I knew
I’d upset her, and that really was the whole point, but watching her run out of
the house like that brought about a twinge of guilt in my stomach—something I
rarely felt. Life was too short to waste time feeling guilty over things—better
to get over it and move on than dwell on the things that we regret. But even
so, I at least owed Jessica an apology.

“Jessica!” I called again,
my hands cupped on either side of my mouth. “Come back!”

But the only sounds that
greeted me were the soft chirp of the crickets in the summer air. She was gone,
and though I knew she would only have gotten a few blocks by now—especially
since our house was only so far away from Becky’s—it still made me
uncomfortable to know she’d completely taken off.

She
didn’t have to take it so seriously
, I thought, shoving my hands into my
pockets.
It
was
just a game, after all
.

But was that totally true?

I looked back toward
Becky’s house, the sounds of the growing revelry rolling out from the open door
as a few of Jessica’s friend’s spilled out onto the front lawn. The way Jessica
had looked at me in there was like nothing I’d seen before, not from her. Her
eyes never left me after I’d asked her that question.

Out
of everyone in this room, who do you want to fuck the most?

I saw something in those
eyes, something beyond her frightened deer-in-the-headlights stare. It was
almost immediate, the way my body responded to that look, the way she stared
into my eyes as if to answer the question in her stunned silence. I knew the
look behind those eyes, the feeling she was too scared to express deep down,
the one that I knew she wanted to tell me despite all of the fear.

My stepsister wanted to fuck
me.

I gave some thought to
running after her, to confronting her about the way she’d reacted, the things
that it implied. But the idea of putting her through that was just too much.
There was a difference between teasing her and torturing her in public and
going after her on her own, making my little jabs personal. I might not have
been the nicest brother in the world—heck, I’d heard Jessica and Becky refer to
me as the “stepbrother from hell.” But there was one thing that I never was,
and that was
cruel
.

Could I really blame her
for being attracted to me? I mean, I was a certified stud and everyone at
school knew I was no stranger to the female body. Not to mention Jessica and I
hardly even knew one another before our parents met, and starting high school
sharing a house with a hot boy that your mom tells you to call your brother
couldn’t have been easy. I almost felt a little sorry for the way Jessica must
have felt—especially since I’d been harboring something of a crush on her when
we’d first met. Thinking back on it now, I wondered whether that little crush
of mine had ever actually faded, or simply changed into the strange teasing
that Jessica had come to despise me for.

It hadn’t been easy for me.
All senior year I’d begun to catch myself watching Jessica in ways I’d only
reserved for girls on the cheerleading squad, especially the way her ass looked
in those tight little pencil skirts.

I had cursed more than once
the fact that the two of us were brother and sister—at least by marriage. The
stigma of doing the things that I’d imagined doing to Jessica had weighed
heavily on me whenever my thoughts had wandered to those dark, lustful corners
of my mind. I could only imagine what it had been like for my repressed stepsister.
And now, with the two of us going to opposite ends of the country for school,
it looked like we’d finally be safe from our own desires… But was that what I
really wanted?

I heaved a sigh as I once
more glanced back at the party I’d breathed life into. Jessica had probably had
enough of me tonight, and if what I thought was true, then she needed time to
herself to…
unwind
. And what kind of
person would I be to leave a party I’d brought back from the brink of boredom?

The game of Truth or Dare
had continued without me, with more than a few boys and girls engaged in some
hardly sensible displays of gratuitous affection. I leaned against the
doorframe to the master bedroom, observing the sexual tension in the room
sizzle and boil over. Things were certainly getting good.

The door to the walk-in
closet opened and Becky’s disheveled form stumbled out, a bleary—if
satisfied—look in her eye, followed closely by the dark-haired man I’d sent in
after her, a cocky smirk smeared across his face like so much of Becky’s
lipstick.

Now I remembered where I’d
seen him before.

Jessica always kept her
boyfriends away from me, hiding them away from the whole family, but that smirk
was unmistakable. This was the asshole… I’d only seen him from a distance when
he’d dropped Jess off, and I knew the two of them had something of a rocky
relationship—to put it lightly. Every few months, Jessica would come home from
a date she’d had with this guy upset and angry, though I’d never honestly asked
her why. Figured it was just teenaged bullshit.

“Looks like someone had
some fun,” I said, provoking a blush and an almost shameful look from Becky as
she rushed out of the bedroom. I chuckled as I watched her lock herself away in
the bathroom to clean herself up. She seemed to be having a good time.

At
least one of us is
,
I thought, turning my gaze back to the room.

Michael was getting
congratulated and patted on the back by all of his friends, all of whom stared
up at him with puppy-dog-like admiration. The dynamic between them all made me
frown as I watched Michael soak up all their praise. Something about him didn’t
sit too well with me.

Michael was very well-dressed,
surprisingly put-together for someone who was only just moments ago getting
some very intimate treatment from a pretty girl. The fact that he
wasn’t
as disheveled as Becky had me put
off. Men who were that concerned about their looks always had me on edge, like
they were hiding something behind that perfectly coiffed hair and smart outfit.

The more I watched Michael
and his little nerd posse, the less I actually liked him. Every single one of
them fit a certain mold, but Michael didn’t belong here. He was almost as fit
as I was, and it was clear he came from money. It left a bad taste in my mouth,
watching him lord over his followers.

“Spill it, Mike!” one of
them said, their nasally voice resonating in the most grating way possible.
“Did she put out?”

“Did she ever,” Michael
laughed, running his fingers through his hair. “I had that bitch sucking my
cock like the slut she is.”

I frowned, my fists
clenched as I continued listening to Michael go on about how he had Becky
begging.

“She whined like a bitch in
heat,” he said, that cocky grin still plastered on his face.

If only I’d had something
close enough to throw, I’d have hit that smarmy little shit right in the eye. I
thought I was doing both of them a favor, but clearly this little prick was
just in it for a little fun and bragging rights. I’d always liked Becky—she was
a good friend to Jess, and always did her best to get her out of trouble. I’d
even started to consider her a part of the family, like a distant cousin who
just won’t leave your house. She needed a chance to let loose, but hearing this
jackass talking about her like that started to get my blood boiling.

It took every ounce of my
willpower not to march up to that prick and punch him right in his smug little
face, but I had to stay cool. One slip-up and my full ride to Yale might just
go down the drain before the first check could be cut. Going to college meant
everything to my father, especially heading to Yale, and if I fucked that up
I’d never hear the end of it. I needed to behave.

“Can you just imagine all
the pussy we’re going to get after we’re in college?” one of Michael’s minions sniveled.

“You know it,” Michael
laughed, “and when I get to UCLA, I’m going to own that place.”

All of them laughed

If
Michael’s going to UCLA, then that means he’s going to be there with Jessica
, I thought to myself.
If he treats the women who give it up to him
that way, I can only imagine the way he treats the ones who don’t
.

It was no secret that
Jessica had never been laid. I mean, how could someone be that uptight after
getting their needs met? No, Jessica was the exact opposite—she was a ball of
nerves and frustration wrapped up in her pretty little conservative clothes. She
and Michael had fought a lot—shouting matches over the phone, from what I’d
witnessed.

“So where’s Jessica? I want
to see the look on her fucking ice queen face,” Michael said to his friends
just loud enough that I could hear it. “Maybe if she’s lucky, I’ll let her have
some sloppy seconds.”

I
have to keep that jackass away from her
, I thought, giving Michael one last
glance before I ducked back out of the room.

A strange feeling was
welling up inside me… Jealousy mingled with anger, but something else was on
the edge of my perception. As I thought about Jessica all I could see was the
way she stared at me with those wide eyes when I asked her who she wanted to
fuck. There it was, plain as day.

Desire. Raw and unrepentant.

_
FIVE
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Jessica

“What
happened to
you
last night?”

Becky called me the next
evening just before bed like she always did, to talk about the day or vent our
frustration. It was ritual we’d soon be nixing for face-to-face conversations
on a nightly basis once we arrived at UCLA in a couple of days.

“I could ask you the same
question,” I replied, lying back on my bed. There was something in my voice
that was hard, almost like resentment, and I immediately knew that Becky heard
it too. Too bad I couldn’t stop myself from talking. “How could you play that
stupid game… and with Michael no less?”

“Hey,” she shot back
defensively, “I didn’t know that it would be Michael… not that I’m complaining
that it was. But how are you going to blame me for doing what you
said
we’d do—getting me kissed!”

“He’s my ex, Becky!” I
said. “And from what I heard in there, you were doing so much more than
kissing.”

There was silence over the
phone for what almost seemed like a full minute. I wasn’t sure if Becky was mad
or just embarrassed; either way, I felt like crap for calling her out like
that.

“You don’t get to be all
judgy
,” she said, trying to keep her tone light, though
there was a definite edge to the way she spoke now. She was mad, and honestly,
I deserved it. “You both aren’t dating anymore, and I’m a big girl now. I can
decide who I want to do…
things
with.”

“I just didn’t want you to
get involved with a guy like Michael, that’s all,” I said, laying my head back
on my pillow. “I wanted to do the best friend thing and look out for you,
y’know
?”

“You keep saying stuff like
that, Jess, but I don’t know what it’s supposed to mean. What’s so bad about
Michael?”

I sighed, rubbing my hand
over my face. I hated talking about my time with Michael, even with Becky, and
she knew that, but at the rate that she was pressing everything, I wasn’t sure
I’d be able to keep what had happened between him and I a secret for very long.

“Michael started out fine,”
I began. “We did all the normal couple things that you’re supposed to do. We
went on dates and went to the movies and kissed.”

“That doesn’t sound so
terrible,” she said.

“I’m not done yet. After
the first few months, things started to change. We’d be talking about things
like school, and I’d correct him on something—usually something small, like the
order of some historical event. And whenever I did that, he would get
so
mad.

“I didn’t think anything of
it at first, and he just glared at me and we finished our date. But after the
two of us were alone…” I paused, swallowing hard as I remembered the way my
cheek stung from that night. “He slapped me across the face. He told me never
to correct him like that in public—or ever. He was so loud and so angry that I
just told him ‘okay’ so that he’d stop.”

“That doesn’t sound like
Michael…” Becky said, her tone doubtful.

“Maybe not the Michael you
know,” I said, wiping a tear from my eye. “It got so much worse than that,
though.”

“Maybe you’re just making
it seem worse than it was,” she said, trying once again to make an excuse. “Look,
if you’re jealous because I’m sleeping with him now…”

“That’s just it, Becky,” I
explained. “Michael and I never had sex the entire time we were together. Not
even once.”

“That can’t be true,” Becky
said.

“He wanted to—all the
time—but I told him that I wasn’t ready yet. It didn’t feel like the right
time. That made him angry.” I stopped for a moment to try and steady myself, my
eyes shut tight against the tears. “He kept slapping me and grabbing me,
telling me that if I didn’t give it to him like I was “supposed to,” he would
keep hurting me. He’s not a good person, Becky.”

“Jessica,” she whispered,
her voice faint. “Oh, my God… I’m sorry.”

“He pulled out a fistful of
my hair,” I continued, swallowing hard to keep my voice from cracking. “And
after that, he told me that he was done with me. He didn’t want ‘some cow that
didn’t put out.
’_”

Silence once again reigned
over our conversation, both of us recovering from everything I’d just laid bare
to her. I’d hoped that I would never have to tell her, or anyone, what Michael
had done, and that the world would just move on and I could get on with my
life. But I couldn’t let my best friend walk right into a relationship with the
man who’d abused me for almost a year. I was lucky I got away from him, and if
I could keep Becky from ever knowing that pain, then I’d do it, even if it cost
me our friendship.

“I love you, Becky,” I
sighed. “You’re the closest thing I’ve ever had to a sister. So I need you to
make me a promise that you’re never going to see Michael. I need that promise
from you before I can sleep tonight.”

“I… If you’d have told me,
I would never…” she started, and I could practically picture her chewing on her
lip in deliberation. “Okay, Jess. I promise.”

“You’re not upset?”

“I had a little fun and
nothing bad happened. Besides… He wasn’t the only one I took to the closet last
night.”

“Oh God Becky!”

“It was my last big bang
here, cut me some slack. It’s in the past. I’m not mad Jess... Next time, stop
me when I’m about to go down on an asshole!”

“Thank you,” I said with a
sigh of relief.

“Let’s talk about something
else…
anything
else,” she pleaded,
trying to bring the tone back toward something more positive.

“Like what?”

“How about the
real
reason you left the party last
night,” she said, sounding a lot more conspiratorial. “I hear about what
happened.”

I let out a groan, having
hoped that she’d forgotten all about my hasty exit from the party. It had been
probably the most mortifying experience of my entire life, and not one that I
was interested in repeating.

“Do we have to talk about
that?” I asked.

“You left me right in the
middle of our own party. If you expect any kind of forgiveness, you’re going to
give me every single one of the juicy details. I want to hear every little
thought that went through that head of yours.”

“I hate you so much,” I
whined before heaving a sigh of surrender.

“But you
love
to hate me, just like you
love
hating that hunk of a brother of
yours—well, maybe not
exactly
like
that.” Becky let out a fitful giggle, and I could imagine her rolling around on
her bed at her own joke.

“Are you ten, or
something?” I asked, shaking my head.

“Spill the beans!” she
crowed. “Don’t distract me from the goal, and the goal is juicy,
quasi-incestuous fantasies!”

“You’re so weird,” I sighed
again. “Right after he sent Michael into the closet with you, the asshole
started in on me.”

“I heard Dick asked you a
question. How was that bad enough to make you run out on the party?”

“Would you
please
stop calling him that? He asked
me who I wanted to fuck out of everyone in the room,” I said, swallowing as I
pictured Richard sitting there on the floor in front of me, the way his pants
bulged as he watched me squirm. Already, I could feel my sex heating up in anticipation.

“Holy fuck,” she whispered,
though I could tell she was beaming from ear to ear on the other end of the
line. “That’s so fucking hot.”

“Becky!”

“What?” she asked, trying
to hold in her giggles. “It is! You don’t think he actually knows that you want
to—”

“I don’t know… but he
certainly seemed to like watching me torture myself about answering the
question.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” I said, trying to
say it in a way that didn’t sound so horribly crude. “He got a… an erection
while he was trying to get me to answer.”

“Are you serious?” she
asked, gasping. “Oh, my God! Jess, do you think…”

“I don’t know what to think,
Becky. I felt like I was trapped in there. I mean, if I’d said someone else’s
name I’d have to deal with some guy breathing down my neck for the rest of the
party, wanting to take
me
into a
closet! And if I’d told the truth, I’d have had to sit there while everyone I
knew listened to me confess about how I wanted to fuck my own stepbrother.”

“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.

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.