Dick: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance (8 page)

“No,” he said, shaking his
head, “this is what I got for giving up Yale to come here.”

“What do you mean?”

“This was a bribe” he said,
“something to sweeten the pot. When I called to tell them I was thinking about
enrolling here instead of Yale, they threw some incentives my way. This
apartment was one of them.”

“So you came here because
they offered you more than Yale did?” I asked, somewhat crestfallen.

“No,” Richard said, turning
toward me as he flipped the lights on. “I came here for you.”

I stared at him, glued to
the spot and completely dumbstruck. For a moment it felt like my brain had
completely shut off, error messages flashing all over my mind as it tried to
figure out what exactly Richard had meant.

“What do you mean? You came
here just to be closer to me?”

“More or less,” he said,
shrugging one shoulder. “I didn’t feel right leaving.”

“I don’t understand… I
thought you’d chosen Yale just to get the hell away from me?”

“No,” I said, taking a step
closer. I could feel my heart in my throat again. “I didn’t come here because
of missing my family. I came here because I wanted
you
.”

“Richard,” I whimpered,
staring into his eyes.

“Dick, or
Sir
,” he growled. “Now, take everything
off.”

“Yes, Dick,” I said,
slipping my arms out from the torn confines of my blouse, casting in onto the
floor before. A shiver ran through me, and I couldn’t decide whether it was
from the cold, or the pure excitement of undressing in front of my stepbrother.
I swallowed nervously, looking into his eyes as I began to undo the zipper of
my skirt and slide it off of my hips until it crumpled at my feet just like my
panties had done back in the restaurant.

“How long have you wanted
this?” he asked, his eyes eating my up like a full course meal as I obediently
began to unhook the back of my bra. I held the cups in place, clinging to one
last little shred of my virtue before it slipped away.

“For almost a year,” I
whispered, my voice weak as I watched his eyes focus onto my barely hidden
breasts. “It started out innocent… and then I couldn’t stop getting wet at the
thought of you, Sir.”

“Drop the bra,” Richard
ordered, his voice hard and demanding; I couldn’t help but shiver and squirm.

“Yes, Sir,” I said,
loosening my last hold on my innocence, and crossing the realm from fantasy
into an almost unbelievable reality.

Richard stepped toward me,
quickening my pulse once more as I stared into his eyes, transfixed by the
hunger and desire burning just behind them. I let out a soft, simpering moan,
my trembling body eager to feel his skin against my own.

“Are you wet for Dick?” he
asked, smiling at his double entendre. His hand softly stroked across my hip
before sliding between my thighs. I could feel the tips of his fingers dipping
ever so slightly into the places I’d let no other man touch before. I couldn’t
stop the moan that tore from my lips, my head gently lolling back as he slipped
a finger deeper into me.

“Yes, Sir!” I moaned. “I’m
always soaked for you. I can’t help it. Every time I see you, I soak myself
through. You make me want you so badly…”

Richard slid the rough tip
of his index finger against my clit, sending another moan escaping my lips. I
could feel my knees trembling, my mind slipping into a state of pure animal
desire. I was so horny, and the only man I’d ever truly wanted was mere inches
from my naked body. It was almost too much.

“Get on the ground,” he
snarled, my body quaking as I began to obey. “On your hands and knees.”

Yes!
I thought, beaming as I
eagerly knelt down, my ass in the air the way I’d always imagined. I’d never
once pictured Michael doing this to me, no matter how he’d made me feel when he
dominated me. Whenever he’d describe what he intended to do to me, the ways
he’d fuck me if he could, I would always picture Richard.

“I’m ready, Sir,” I said,
looking over my shoulder at him through my eyelashes, an expression of
mock-innocence playing across my face. “Please, take me…”

Richard’s fingers worked
his belt and zipper as I watched, my eyes locked on the bulge in his jeans in
anticipation. I’d never seen my stepbrother’s cock while we were together,
though not for lack of interest—or even lack of trying—but after all this time,
I knew the wait would be more than worth it.

I’d seen more than enough
porn to know what to expect, but none-the-less, Richard’s enormous cock was
more than impressive, even by those lofty standards. I watched as his thick
girth slid out from the confines of his boxers, a long, meaty shaft of rigid
iron that was standing to full attention just for me. I was practically drooling
as I watched him slowly slide out his full length, his jeans and underwear
falling around his ankles as he stepped out of them, tossing his shirt off
along the way.

“Oh, my God!” I whimpered,
watching as he came even closer, stroking his cock as he knelt down behind me.
“It’s so big, Richard!”

It wasn’t just big… Becky
was right! At the tip a small silver ring was pierced through the head. I’d
heard of prince albert piercings, but I’d never seen so much as a picture of
one before.

I turned to look ahead of
me as he got himself into position. I let out a soft whine, my eyes closing as
I imagined just how much of him I’d even be able to take, and then there was
the fact that I’d never done this before...

“Richard,
I—I mean, Dick… I’m a—”

“A sweet little virgin,” he
purred and I felt his tip grazing the entrance to my untouched opening. My body
gave an involuntary shudder of pleasure, the primal drive inside of me
screaming to be filled up, to have a thick, hard dick spill itself inside of
me. I felt like an animal, a bitch in heat that needed to be fucked.

“Yes, Sir,” I moaned,
feeling the soft press of his tip against my entrance.

“I’ll be gentle,” he
growled.

I felt the slow press of
his cock entering me, feeling his tip sliding past the tight opening. He was
easing it in and out just a bit at a time, slowly opening up my warm, wet
depths. I let out a cry, pain and pleasure fusing together as I did my best to
relax into the feeling of the tip of his dick inside me. He was so big, and my
pussy felt like I would split in half if he kept going.

“Fuck!” I moaned, breathing
deeply as I felt him stretching the delicate barrier that separated me from my
unbridled desires. I looked back into Richard’s eyes, begging silently for him
to press hard, to push past my cherry. I wanted him to strip me of the last
shred of innocence I had left. I tried so hard to relax, to breathe, but the
feeling of his thick dick inside me was too much.

I felt a sharp, tearing
pain, a whimper escaping from my lips as Richard’s strong hands held my hard by
the hips, keeping them from moving. He held himself inside of me, his hips
pressed against the firm roundness of my ass, his cock sheathed inside of my
body all the way to his base.

The pain was slow to ebb,
but my entire body was exploding with incredible sensation. I tried to relax,
relishing in the feeling of Richard’s thickness deep inside of me. I could
already feel my hips tightening as he slowly began to move himself back out,
his body beginning to piston back and forward in a slow, steady rhythm.

“Now you’re mine,” he
growled, bending over me to whisper into my ear. “And I’m not letting you go.”

“Good,” I whimpered,
pressing my ass back against him with every thrust.

I cried out as his pace
increased, burying my face in my arms as he began to slide himself harder and
faster into my pussy. The feeling of him filling me, driving that enormous cock
into my body was a sensation that I could hardly describe let alone get enough
of. On every stroke I could feel the metal ring running along the inside wall
as his girth stretched me to the limit. I felt like my body was on fire as my stepbrother
began pounding me harder and harder.

After what had happened at
the restaurant, I was already so close to climax, my body sitting on a razor’s
edge between the safety of my own sanity and the madness and mania that my
orgasm would undoubtedly inspire in me. I could feel it calling, a torrential
whirlwind of desire and lustful thoughts. It begged me to call out, to play the
part of the needy slut that wanted nothing more than a hard cock in her cunt.

I’m so close!” I cried,
feeling my body tighten in every muscle the longer my stepbrother drove himself
into me. “Give it to me… Give me your dick…”

Our bodies moved as one in
that quick, forceful rhythm. I exalted in the sheer size of him as he filled me
with his cock. I felt like I was melting, slowly losing myself in the rough,
lustful physicality of my stepbrother’s needful thrusts. His pace was becoming
erratic, his hips bucking again and again at almost random intervals. I could
feel Richard’s grip tightening on my hips as he pulled me nice and hard. I knew
what was coming soon, just as my own climax loomed just out of reach.

“That’s
it, fuck me!” I cried, my toes curling as I felt the pressure inside of my
finally reaching its breaking point. “I’m coming!”

I
let out a whining, whimpering moan as I felt all of my muscles shudder all at
the same time. My chest tightened for a moment, my breath abandoning me as I
shut my eyes tight, trying to brace myself against the battering waves of my
orgasm. My pussy squeezes tight around Richard’s cock, feeling him pulse and
thrust deeper and deeper into me even as my body contorted and writhed beneath
him. I’d had more than my share of orgasms in my life, but the sensation of my
stepbrother sliding in and out of my while I came brought the pleasure to whole
new levels I’d never imagined.

“Shit,”
Richard whispered, and I could feel him swelling up inside of my clenched pussy
as it tried to milk for the primal need for a man’s cum deep inside. Oh God… I
couldn’t let that happen!

“Cum
on me, Sir,” I moaned, looking up at him from over my shoulder. “Cum on me,
please!”

I
knew I’d never be able to let him cum inside of me, not without going to the
doctor for birth control, but having his seed splashing over my skin would be
the next best thing. It felt like he would own me, that I’d belong to him. It
was an act of submission that would tell him that more than anything I wanted
to be his.

My
stepbrother slid himself out of me, smirking at he took that big, thick cock in
his hand and started to stroke it nice and hard as I lay sprawled out in front
of him, my ass still up in the air as I watched him. I couldn’t help but stare
as he stroked himself, still practically drooling for my earth shaking climax.

“That’s
it,” I whimpered, biting on my lip in anticipation as I watched that red tip
throb eagerly. “Give it to me!”

Richard’s
body shuddered against mine and I could hear him gasp and moan as his cum began
to well up at the base of his thick cock, waiting to burst forward and coat my
back in thick ropes of his sticky seed. He stroked himself hard, looking down
into my eyes as I whimpered and pleaded to be covered in his spunk, knowing
that he wouldn’t be able to last long with the kind of encouragement I was
giving him.

“Fuck!”
he cried out, a thick rope of his sperm gushing forward from his throbbing tip,
closely followed by another, then another. With every geyser of his cum I felt
each landing down my back and all over my plump little ass, rejoicing in the
way his seed felt against my skin.

“Oh,
fuck, Dick! That’s it, cum for me…”

I
watched him, his hips bucking and his muscles twitching hard. The geysers
turned to a slow drip, his thick shaft spent of all its delightful gifts as my
stepbrother slumped forward ever so slightly, his grip still tight on my hips.

I closed my eyes, basking
in the glory of our shared orgasm, stretching myself out like a cat that had
just woken up from a nice long nap. I felt as though something in me had
changed… I’d either been broken or fixed, or something different all together.
As I lay beneath my stepbrother on his floor, I knew that
nothing
would ever be the same…

Chapter
10

Dick

After our first time together, Jessica
began falling in line.

At first, things were
rocky. Her trust in me was something that the two of us needed to develop as
time when on, but the more she allowed herself to follow my commands, the
happier she seemed to become.

Every morning before she
was awake, I would send a text to her phone, instructing her on what I wanted
her to wear down to the color of hair tie she would put in her hair, and even
what style of panties she would have on under her clothes—if any. If she
questioned my orders, she would be punished—not with pain, but by a lack of it.
In a woman like Jessica, to use pain as a punishment was like reprimanding a
child by giving them candy. No, if I wanted Jessica to obey, she needed to
learn that she wouldn’t receive the release she craved.

“Are you in bed?” I texted her
just before midnight. I had ordered her to wait for my order before she even
thought of closing her eyes.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied
within moments. I couldn’t help but feel a rush whenever she called me ‘Sir.’
My cock would come straight to attention, pushing against the soft fabric of my
boxers and I would be thankful for my private room.

“Is Becky asleep?” I asked
as I slipped my boxers off, standing in the middle of my dorm my hard cock
standing stiff as a steel rod.

“Yes, Sir. She went to
sleep an hour ago. I’m ready to obey,” Jess texted back, the soft chirp of my
phone filling the quiet air of my dorm.

“Open your legs,” I typed
before taking my cock in my hand and slowly working it from base to tip. The
power was more than a little intoxicating, knowing that someone would do
whatever you asked of them without hesitation.

Another chirp from my phone
told me that she’d done what I asked. I looked down at the screen, pleasantly
surprised to see a picture of her smooth, silken thighs spread apart on her bed.

“Like this?” she asked, and
I could almost imagine her chest heaving in anticipation.

“Good,” I replied, biting
down on my lip. “Play with yourself.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied,
and a moment later a picture of her fingers nestled into the folds of her
velvety pussy was on my screen. My cock throbbed as I began stroking it a
little faster, closing my eyes as I recalled the way her cunt felt around my
cock.

The fear I’d had of being
discovered had disappeared the moment I’d slid myself deep into Jessica’s
virgin pussy. Now, the thought that I was fucking my stepsister was probably
one of the biggest turn-ons of our entire relationship. Knowing that I
shouldn’t be doing it was what made every thrust inside of her so sweet. We had
no friends here, save for Becky, and she had apparently been telling Jessica to
fuck me for years. If only she’d listened sooner…

“It feels so good,” she
texted, sending yet another picture of her slickening pussy. I let out a moan
as I felt a twinge in my shaft, a wave of pleasure rolling out from between my
thighs. I began to stroke myself faster still, letting out a groan as the next
thing my stepsister sent to me was a video of her fingers flicking slowly on
her tiny little clit. “I miss how you feel in me, Sir.”

“Slide them inside,” I
ordered. “Show me.”

Within moments, an incoming
facetime call rang onto my phone. I watched the screen as two of her fingers
slipping deep into her now dripping pussy. My cock throbbed harder with every
stroke, a pressure building between my hips. All those times I’d touched myself
imagining what this would be like, what her
wanting
me would be like, none of them compared to actually knowing that if I told her
to, Jessica would walk to my dorm buck-ass naked and bend over, begging for my
cock.

“I’m so close,” she texted.
“It feels so good, Sir.”

I growled softly in
frustration. I couldn’t make it easier for her. She needed to be controlled,
held under my will if she was going to get any real satisfaction out of this.

“No one said you were
allowed to cum,” I whispered.

“But Sir!” she replied, ever
so quietly, “It feels so good! Please, may I?”

“I gave you an order,” I said,
“and you’ll do it, or you’ll face the consequences.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied,
though I knew she was desperate to push herself beyond that edge and fall into
the bliss of her own climax. Jessica was more than eager to explore the dark
corners of her desires, eager to feel the release of her orgasm wash over her.
Some days, I felt like I’d created a monster.

“I didn’t say stop,
either.”

“But I’m so close!” she
said, “Dick, I’m so close to cumming.”

“I said don’t do it, I will
punish you if you even dare cum a second before I tell you to. Do you
understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I pumped my hard cock to
the sight of those delicate fingers toying viciously at that wanting pussy. I
felt like every fantasy that I’d ever had about Jessica was coming true all at
once. I hungered for her, unable to push her from my mind now that I’d had a
taste. I was hooked.

I watched as my stepsister
plunged her fingers deep inside of herself, whimpering my name in ecstasy,
barely able to restrain herself from going just that extra inch toward the
edge.

“Please!” Jessica begged,
her panting growing more and more insistent, more labored and uneven. “It’s
driving me insane!”

Harder and harder I stroked
my thick dick, the pressure between my legs growing with every stroke. I moaned
out loudly into the darkness of my dorm, biting down on my lip as a pulse of
pleasure rocketed from my tightening balls. It was getting to be too much, too
much to hold back from falling into that sweet oblivion.

“Please, Sir!” she
whimpered as her fingers pumped in and out of herself. “I need to cum for you…”

It was too much to hold in,
the way she begged and moaned out for me as she soaked her fingers in her own
sweet juices. It felt like I was going to explode if I didn’t let myself fall
over that edge and into the torrential flood of my impending orgasm.

“Cum for me,” I said,
pointing my phone’s camera right at my red, throbbing cock to give her a little
visual of her own. I pumped that shaft harder and hard, ordering her in a low,
growling voice to cum while she looked at my cock.

It felt so sudden, almost
unexpected, though I had been building up to this release since the moment I’d
come home from practice that day. I reveled in the complete control I had over
Jessica, the way she surrendered herself to me and obeyed like an obedient
servant. She was mine, and that thought alone was enough to drive me right over
the edge.

My cock throbbed hard,
nearly bringing me to my knees as I worked my rigid shaft up and down. I closed
my eyes, throwing my head back as the looming wave of my climax crashed down
right on top of me, my heavy balls tightening as I felt the warm gush of my own
cum ejecting from the swollen tip of my dick. I cried out, my eyes closed tight
with every spasm from my shaft, ropes of my seed covering my fingers and
dripping onto the floor.

As I opened my eyes I
looked down at the video feed and saw Jessica’s face.

She bit down hard on her
bottom lip, doing her best to silence the moans and whimpers that were doing
their damnedest to escape. Her face contorted in what almost seemed like pain,
except for the smile that was plastered across her face. Her eyes stared up into
the camera, looking at me over the live feed as she came hard all over her
fingers.

“Did I go good, Sir?” she
asked me.

In all the times I’d been
with a woman, no one had ever had me more satisfied than Jessica. Even in our
little sexting sessions I’d never felt happier, never felt so
satisfied
than I did with her.

“You did perfectly, my
pet,” I replied, lounging on my bed, my eyes half open as the afterglow began
to wash over me. “This was one of the best yet.”

“I’m glad you liked it,”
she said, looking up at me seductively.

“Now it’s time for bed,” I
replied barely able to keep my own eyes open. I’d come to love our little
night-time rituals, each one making me eager for the coming day as I planned
new ways I could satisfy Jessica’s need to be subservient.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
“Do you have any orders for me? Shall I wear something special for you?”

I smiled lazily, pondering
the question for a moment before I replied.

“Something slutty,” I
typed, a grin on my face as I added “and don’t you dare wear any panties.”

“Yes, Sir,” Jess replied.
“Goodnight.”

I hit he little red button
on the screen to end the facetime call, then lay back in my bed, my eyes closed
and a smile on my face. Everything seemed so perfect, like I’d walked right
into a dream—a dream I’d had over and over again for the past few years.
Jessica and I were finally together, finally free to hold one another the way
I’d always wanted. She was mine, and I wasn’t about to let her go for one
minute.

Maybe,
just maybe, all of this will work
, I thought as my eyes closed and I
rested my head on my pillow.
I have the
girl of my dreams and everything is finally working out
.

I pulled the blankets up
over myself as I imagined for once what the future would hold beyond the next
fuck, the next game or even the next party. Life seemed different now that
Jessica was actually a part of it instead of a minor player. I’d made the right
move. I could have been at Yale, hundreds of miles away from the one girl I’d
always wanted… Instead, I was here, and she was mine.

“I made the right choice,”
I said to the dark emptiness of my dorm room, my eyes closing once last time
before the start of a brand new day.