“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.