Dick: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance (5 page)

“Listen,” he began, “I’m
sorry for what I did at your party. I didn’t want to ruin it for you. I
honestly don’t know what I wanted, but I just… I wanted to apologize for what I
did.
Hell, you’re probably not
even awake, but I figured that I’d at least try… I can understand if you don’t
want to talk to me. I don’t blame you one bit. I was a jerk—no, I was a
complete asshole. And I don’t blame you for hating me.”

I heard the soft rattle of
the doorknob as he made an effort to see if I was even there, only to find it
locked. Richard knew I like my privacy, but part of me wished I’d left my door
unlocked. My clit throbbed, still engorged with blood after my incessant
torture in the pursuit of my orgasm. The thought of Richard being just beyond
the door didn’t help my lustfulness in the slightest, thinking about how
exciting it would be to cum as he sat there, none-the-wiser. I bit my lip even
as my hand wandered back between my thighs.

“You’re ignoring me, I
guess,” he said after a moment of awkward silence. “I guess I just wanted to
tell you that I’m going to miss you when we’re away from home. I don’t hate
you. In fact I respect you, Jessica. You’re the smartest person I’m ever going
to meet, and I’m sorry I hurt you.”

I couldn’t believe what I’d
just heard. My eyes widened as I listened to his soft footfalls moving away
from the door, letting me know that for now, I was all clear.

He
respects me?
I thought, lying back on my bed.

I took a slow, deep breath,
my eyes closed in an attempt to calm my heart, but as my adrenaline subsided my
still aching clit gave me a reminder of its needs. Despite the near heart
attack I’d just suffered, listening to his soothing voice did nothing to abate
my lust.

If anything, I was hornier
than ever.

Chapter
6

Dick

I hadn’t realized just how much stuff I
had until the day I had to fit it all into a suitcase.

Class was only a few days
away, and over the last week, I had made more than a few phone calls to set up
what had been one of the hardest choices of my life—while at the same time
being one of the easiest choices I had ever made. As I stared at the strange
emptiness of my room, I began to realize the weight of what leaving for school
meant to me, and even what this huge change in my life was going to mean down
the road. It was a heavy sensation, the idea that what I was doing couldn’t be
undone—or if it could, then even that would have consequences for me along the
line. But I knew, deep inside, that I was making the right choice.

Ever since the night of
Jessica’s party I had found my thoughts wandering to her more and more,
especially in the small hours of the night as I sat agonizing over the days to
come. I kept imagining the way she’d looked at me, how her eyes seemed to eat
me up from head to toe, hungry for what she knew she couldn’t have. It had been
hard
not
to get an erection as she
looked at me, practically licking her lips.

I took a breath and closed
my eyes, trying my hardest to banish the awakening serpent that lay between my
thighs back to sleep. I was finding it harder than usual to stay in the same
room as Jessica ever since that night, wondering if her eyes stole lustful
glances at me whenever I wasn’t looking. And now, on the eve of leaving for
college, I wondered just how I’d make it through the day without giving in to
my desires.

I had to keep reminding
myself of who she was, of the consequences of my actions if I dared to even
taste that forbidden fruit.

But
it’s not really forbidden
,
a voice would remind me, especially as I watched Jessica leave a room, that
tight little skirt conforming so well to her round ass.

I had to tell myself that
no matter what I wanted, what I craved, I still needed to resist.

As the smell of breakfast
wafted upstairs, I began to feel my stomach gurgle in protest, longing for the
taste of bacon and eggs. One thing I’d always miss about home was my dad’s
cooking—something that no campus diner could ever replicate.

Deciding that I’d packed
enough to see me through at least a few months of college on my own, I zipped
up my suitcase and set it down next to the small pile of boxes that I was
bringing with me.

With everything packed I
headed downstairs to grab myself something to eat, hoping that I’d just miss
Jessica before she decided to skitter out from her room. I could only hope that
she was planning to avoid me just as much as I was her—the awkwardness of the
party was more than enough make things weird for both of us, especially in our
own home. It would have been best if Jessica and I could have avoided one
another.

But I’m not that lucky, and
it was about to get much,
much
worse.

“Richard?” my dad called as
I came down stairs. His tone of voice was not the kind you’re hear from a man
totally pleased with his life—though, my dad was
never
pleased with his life. “Can you come here a second?”

Uh-oh
, I thought, freezing on
the stairs, contemplating just heading back to my room, blaming the sound of
footfalls on our cat, Bandit.

“Richard!” he called again,
and I knew there was no escape.

Resigning myself to what
was to come I continued down the stairs, my stomach clenching tight as I waited
for the yelling to begin. I wasn’t by any means afraid of my father. I was a
foot taller than he was and a great deal more muscular to boot, not to mention
I knew exactly how to use every bit of that muscle in a fight. No, what always
made me anxious about my dad yelling was his penchant to completely overreact.

“Yeah, Dad?” I asked as I
stepped into the kitchen. Just as I feared, he had the same look he always got
whenever she was angry. His face was red and sweat had started beading on his
temple. I’d likened him to a boiler about to burst on more than one occasion.

And to make things even
worse, Jessica was sitting at the kitchen table. Her eyes locked onto mine, and
I had to try my damnedest to pull my gaze away from her and back to my fuming
father.

“What the hell is this?” he
asked, shaking a piece of paper that looked like it had been folded up into an
envelope. I frowned. Had he gone through my mail?

“You tell me,” I said, “since
you’re holding it in your hand. What is it?”

“It’s a letter from Yale,”
he began, doing a poor job of keeping an even tone to his voice. “It says that
‘they’re sorry that you’ve decided to choose a different university, and that
they wish you luck with you
new academic
ventures
.’ Now, if I remember right, you and me had a deal: you’d go to
Yale, get a full ride at one of the best schools in the country, and do better
than I ever did. Wasn’t that our deal?”

“I had a better offer,” I
said, glancing again toward Jessica. She looked like a deer in the headlights,
trying to busy herself with a piece of toast so that she didn’t look like she
was listening. Her cheeks were turning red again, and I needed every ounce of
control not to pop a stiffy right there in the kitchen.

“What the hell could be
better than Yale?” my dad cried, throwing his arms up in frustration. “You
could have had everything that I didn’t—you could have gone to the school that
I could have only dreamed of when I was your age! How could you throw all of
that away for yourself, Richard?”

“Like I said, I had another
offer from a different school. One that I like a lot better than the programs
at Yale.” To tell the truth, Yale was probably my best option, but some things
were way more important.

My father shook his head, rubbing
the bridge of his nose, the letter still clutched tight in his hand. It had
always been his dream to go to Yale, but an injury in his senior year of high
school had lost him the same scholarship that had paved my way to any college I
wanted. It only made sense to choose one of the top Ivy League schools in the
country.

“I can’t believe you’re
doing this to yourself, son,” he said, disappointment heavy in his voice.
“You’re giving up on your dreams!”

“No, Dad,” I sighed. “I’m
giving up on yours. Yale is amazing, but they draw some of the best athletes
and academics in the country. I’ll always be playing second fiddle to some rich
kid. You think that’s what I want?”

My eyes once again wandered
over to Jessica, watching as she stole a quick, furtive glance at me from over
the rim of her glass of orange juice. It was so hard not to get turned on by
her, dressed in her pajama shorts and tight cotton top. Her nipples just barely
peeked through the soft fabric. I couldn’t help but imagine what they would
feel like against my lips, my tongue swirling around them.

“Now you listen to me,” my
father snarled, “you always told me that you dreamed about Yale—about how it
was the only school that you ever saw yourself going to! And now you do this to
yourself? To
me
? We had a plan, Richard!
You were going to bring this family back some glory!”

“I don’t fucking care about
your glory, Dad!” I shouted. “Just because you can’t move on past the fact that
you never got what you wanted doesn’t mean that I have to do it for you! I’ve
picked another college. One where I can be the star instead of the bench
warmer. I’m doing this my way and you can go fuck yourself.”

Jessica jumped as I raised
my voice, as though I’d knocked her from some deep daydream. I could only
imagine what she’d been picturing, though I imagined it had something to do
with the stirring member between my legs.

“Don’t you dare speak to me
that way, young man! I won’t be disrespected like that in my house!” my father hollered
back at me, his eyes practically popping out of his ruddy face. His features
were gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat as he slammed his fist down on the
counter. “No child of mine—”

“I’m not a child!” I
interrupted, taking a step closer. “I’m not some little boy you can boss around
anymore! This is my education! My life! And I’ll go to whatever damn college I
want, with or without your permission!”

Out of the corner of my
eye, I saw Jessica starting to squirm a bit, biting down on her lip as she
watched my confrontation with my father.

Is
this turning her on
?
I wondered, tensing as I imagined her panties soaking through beneath her
pajama bottoms as she watched me. This was getting to be too much, I didn’t
think I’d be able to hold onto my self-control—what little of it I still had. I
couldn’t stop thinking about how under all of that nerdy exterior, my stepsister
was a grade-A freak.

“You had better know what
you’re doing, son,” my father said, snorting as he threw the letter down on the
counter. “You had
better
be sure this
is what you want.”

He turned away from me,
storming out of the kitchen without so much as a second glance in my direction.
My heart was pounding, but not from the shouting match I’d just had with my
father. Jessica was still sitting there, her eyes locked onto mine as we stared
at one another. I was losing control, feeling the stirrings of a throbbing
erection coming on. I needed to get out of there.

Without another word I made
my way out of the kitchen and back up the stairs to my room, my cock quickly
stiffening inside of my tight jeans. My shaft began to throb as I shut and
locked my door behind me, doing my best to breathe through the powerful urge
that my stepsister had brought out within me. But after almost a minute of
concentration, my erection proved to be far more stubborn than I had realized.
There was only one to get rid of it.

I sat down on my bed,
undoing the button and zipper of my jeans and sliding them down from around my
hips. I retrieved my thick, pulsing shaft out from my boxers, wrapping my hand
around its impressive girth. My body shuddered at my own touch, my eyes closing
as I began to picture a girl from high school kneeling down in front of me, her
mouth open and ready to take in my cock.

I slowly started to stroke
my shaft, the pretty blonde cheerleader’s head bobbing up and down, working my
cock between her pouty lips. I let my head fall back into the open air behind
me as I worked my hand around the thick base of my dick, feeling it throb as I
imagined the sensations of having myself balls-deep inside of a woman’s mouth,
taking me all the way back into her throat and back out again.

But as I pictured the girl
again, she was no longer the same blonde cheerleader, but the dark-haired image
of Jessica, looking up at me from above her librarian-style glasses, her lips
stretched around my cock as she took it deeper and deeper into her mouth. I
gasped, suddenly feeling a rush of pleasure flood over me as I pictured my stepsister
shoving my throbbing shaft deeper into her mouth, hungrily sucking on it as
though her life depended on it.

I tried not to think about
it, to focus my thought on any of the other women I’d had in the past
year-and-a-half since my eighteenth birthday, but no matter how hard I tried,
my thoughts always came back to Jessica. I let out a soft moan as I imagined
Jessica hiking up her tight little skirt above her thighs, exposing the soft,
glistening folds of her pussy, devoid of panties and ready to be filled with a
thick, throbbing cock—my cock.

I pumped my dick faster,
picturing my stepsister straddling my lap, her smooth thighs brushing against
my hips as she slowly and excruciatingly lowered that bare pussy down onto my
needy dick. I only wished I could have her, feel my shaft sliding between her
drenched cunt just like I’d always dreamed—but this would have to do. I let out
another soft, muted cry as I worked my thick base, imagining my stepsister
riding me nice and slow, torturing me with my own desperate need. I craved her,
needed to feel her warmth around my cock.

I felt my hips tighten, my
body shuddering as I felt the impending climax rising inside of me. I was so
close, so ready to release my seed.

“Give
it to me, Dick!”
I imagined her saying, her ass bouncing up and down as she drove my pulsing
cock deeper and deeper inside of her, her tits bouncing before me as she moaned
my name.
“I need it!”

It was too much. The wild reaches
of my own imagination drove me past the point of no return, pushing my off the
cliffs of my own self-control and onto the crashing waves of my climax. I did
my best not to cry out, feeling myself throbbing hard as my tip erupted with
thick ropes of my cum, gushing again and again as I pictured Jessica, her head
back as she reveled in the sensation of her stepbrother spilling his seed
inside of her.

I closed my eyes, lying
back on my bed, the waves of unadulterated pleasure still lapping over my mind
and body. I knew that thinking about Jessica that way was wrong, but there was
no denying just how good it felt to imagine her pussy wrapped around me, her
naked body pressed to mine in the warm afterglow of imagined lovemaking.

Fuck Yale.