Dick: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance (4 page)

Chapter
5

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.

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.