Dick: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance

Her mouth engulfed my steely rod again, taking me deep into her throat again and again. It wasn’t until then that I realized how long it had been since I’d even had the time to even masturbate with everything that was going on. I cried out softly, throwing my head back as my hips started to buck of their own accord. I hadn’t felt so sensitive since my very first time, the deprivation from my own climax had made my cock more than a little desperate to feel that sweet release. I needed to cum so badly.

“Jessica,” I moaned softly, sliding my fingers through her hair. “Oh, my God! I’ve missed that mouth on my cock, baby. It feels so fucking good.”

She moaned around my shaft, still bobbing her head slowly up and down, taking her time to lap and swirl her tongue in all the right places. I knew that before long I’d be gushing hard into her mouth, watching my cum dripping down onto her tits.

“I can’t leave you so stressed, can I?” she asked as she came up for air, stroking me from base to tip as she prepared herself to take me deep once again. “You’ve got a big game to win, and you need to be relaxed if you’re going to play in front of all of those people.”

I smirked, caressing her cheek just before she slid me back between her lips.

I took a deep breath and leaned my head back, letting it hang freely as I relaxed in the glorious sensation of my stepsister’s lips around my cock. I moan out softly, my shoulders relaxing as I finally let the stress of the last few weeks fade away. I could feel my hips tighten as I surrendered myself to the incredible talent Jessica had for getting me off.

“Fuck,” I muttered breathily, biting on my bottom lip as I felt the first twinge of pleasure crackle up my spine that always preceded an orgasm. It had been so long since I’d even bothered to please myself that I knew that it wouldn't be long before I felt myself erupting in my stepsister’s hot engulfing mouth.

Jessica moaned, the sound muffled by the cock in her mouth as she continued bobbing her head up and down again and again. The feeling of her tongue along my shaft was like heaven as she flicked against the very rim of my cockhead with every stroke.

I came without warning, a thick gush of my seed exploding from my tip in a spasm that made my entire body seize for a moment. I gasped loudly as another eruption sent my head tilting back again as I tried to keep myself from being too loud. I felt my muscles spasm as I lost myself momentarily in the sensation of my climax. My chest heaved, desperate to call out in pleasure as Jessica continued her torturous ministrations until ever last drop of my seed was sucked clean from my cock. I let out a sigh, a contented smile painted across my face as I finally felt my body truly begin to relax in the wake of my orgasm.

But my afterglow was cut far too short.

Just as I was finally beginning to bask in the soft glow left behind in the wake of my orgasm I was jerked back into reality by the sound of something close by creaking. It was almost too small to notice, but my senses were on alert given the high risk location the two of us were sitting in. It could have been nothing, but I wasn’t about to take that chance.

“Everything’s okay—” she began, but I quickly held up a hand to silence her as I strained to hear anything among the silence within the tiled walls. I could have sworn I’d heard the doors of the locker room swing shut, but I couldn’t be sure if I was just being paranoid or someone had been in the room—and heard every moan and gasp I’d uttered as Jessica administered her skills on my cock.

“We need to get your coat back on,” I said, wrapping the towel back around me once again. “I might just be overly cautious, but I don’t want anyone catching you here like this.”

I only hoped that I was just being paranoid.

Chapter 13

Jessica

I set my purse down on my bed, shrugging off my heavy coat as I looked around the room. Becky was nowhere to be seen, which wasn’t terribly unusual. Ever since she’s started dating her new boyfriend she’d found herself staying out later and later. I envied her, with Richard so caught up in practice and the strange nature of our relationship it was hard for either of us to really begin to act like a normal couple. With Michael around, who knew how many other people from our high school had also come to UCLA? The thought of being caught together was more than a little frightening for the both of us, so we kept our rendezvous confined to his dorm.

As I turned I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and blushed, biting my lip. I’d never really gotten a look at myself before I’d actually put my lingerie for Richard—I looked incredible!

For a moment I’d thought someone else had been standing there in my apartment, wearing my undergarments and staring right back at me with the same look of shock that I wore. When had I become so different?

I didn’t mind how I looked, but it was a definite shock from the usual, uptight style I’d normally be wearing. My hair was down and tousled after my intimate meeting with my stepbrother, my lipstick faded after I’d spent the better part of that time with my mouth wrapped around Richard’s sizable member. The thought of it was making my knees weak.

I did a little spin, looking back to catch a glance at my pert ass before smiling in satisfaction. For the first time in a long time I felt alive, uninhibited by the constant worry and anxiety that I might let my guard down—that I might let someone into my vulnerable center where all my feelings had been kept locked up tight. But now I knew that maybe, just maybe, I could finally relax, to give myself completely over to the man I had always desired.

It wasn’t until I glanced up from the view of my backside that I noticed the small, electric pink post-it note stuck to the frame of the mirror with dark black curly writing scrawled all over it that could only have been Becky’s.

Jess,

Went out with Greg

Be back by 1am

—Becky

I gave a little smile as I set the note down on the desk. All through high school Becky had dreamed of one thing and one thing only: having a real boyfriend. Now after all these years, she’d finally gotten what she always wanted.

She’s growing up so fast, I thought, smiling as I strolled across the room and glanced at the retro alarm clock Becky kept on her bedside table. Nine p.m.

“I guess I’ve got a while,” I sighed before going over to my dresser and pulling out a pair of comfortable pajama pants and a baggy T-shirt and stripping out of my naughty lingerie.

I flopped myself down onto my bed, my eyes closed as I started to relax after the day filled with classes and studying. It was actually nice to have the dorm all to myself for a little while at least, gave me the time I needed to relax and not have to worry about what was happening in someone else’s life for a few hours.

My thoughts wandered to Richard as I began to stretch out on top of the warm, fluffy comforter, wriggling my head into the soft cradling pillow beneath my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way R

ichard moaned and shuddered as I pleasure him with my mouth. I smiled, getting butterflies in my stomach just thinking about the way his cum felt going down my throat.

Ours wasn’t a completely ideal relationship. Richard and I were siblings, after all—if only by the bonds of the law. What kind of future could the two of us have in a society like ours? I didn’t think that my parents would understand the way I felt, or even the way that Richard felt, much less the way I’d been in love with him since the moment he’d moved in. I hated even thinking of what my mother’s face would look like if she ever found out.

But Richard and I were careful not to be seen, and if we were, it was never by anyone who actually knew about our actual relationship to one another. The only person on campus who even had a clue about the truth of Richard and I’s relations with one another was Becky, and I would trust Becky with my life. Regardless, even the risk made everything seem at least a little more exciting; when in my wildest dreams did I ever really think I had a chance to fulfill my most taboo desire?

I already began to feel myself slickening again, the urge to touch myself almost too strong to resist. Just the thought of what Richard’s dick felt like in my mouth was enough to get my little cunt soaked. The temptation was too much, and before I knew it my fingers were delving into my warm, slick lips, viciously caressing my aching clit.

I moaned out, happy to finally not have to hold my passionate noises back to save Becky the embarrassment. My hips squirmed as I began to belt against the bed, breathing out soft, low whimpering moans. I felt every muscle in my limbs begin to relax, my body turning to putty as I worked my hard little clit.