Richard

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.

My hips began to tighten as I started to buck them hard against my hand, whimpering as a wave of pleasure washed over me. I was so worked up from the locker room that cumming would only take a few moments. My climax was coming upon me like a tidal wave, looming over me ominously just before it crashed hard right over me, sending my body into a squirming writhing convulsion of pleasure. I couldn’t help myself as I let out a loud, satisfied cry of ecstasy as I began to turn into a puddle against my blankets. My body felt warm from my fingers to my toes, and soon I felt the enticing promise of sleep, dreaming oblivion calling my name.

The longer I closed my eyes the more I felt myself drawn into the comfort of my bed, feeling the near weightlessness as I rested on the mattress. The more I fought against the soothing promise of rest, the tighter it held, pulling me into the warm embrace of comforting sleep. I glanced again at Becky’s clock, blinking blearily before I could no longer hold my eyes open, looking at the arms softly ticking their way around before my world was consumed by darkness.

I woke back up with a start, blinking as I sat myself up.

The room was still empty and exactly as I had left it before I’d fallen asleep, which was odd. Had I only been asleep for a few minutes? It had felt like I’d been out for at least a few hours at the very least. But if that were the case, then where was Becky?

I looked over at the alarm clock, shocked to find the hands reading two-fifty-seven in the morning. Becky should have been back hours ago. Worry settled into my stomach as I took out my phone to check whether maybe she’d left me a message to say she’d be longer than expected—but the only thing I found was a notice to update my Facebook app. Something felt wrong—a feeling in my gut that honestly defied a logical explanation. I knew that I needed to make sure Becky was all right.

I pressed my thumb against the first speed dial option in my phone, immediately bringing Becky’s face up on my screen as it began to ring. But before it even got past the first ring I heard the chipper sounds of Becky’s voice.

“Hey! You’ve reached Becky! I’m not able to get to the phone right now but please leave your name and number and I’ll—”

I pressed the red “end call” button with a sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose in an attempt to calm myself. Already I could feel my stomach clenching nervously, my mind concocting scenarios where Becky was on the side of the road somewhere in a ditch. But the more I thought about it the more I hoped that I was only overreacting. Maybe she’d just had herself more of a good time with Greg than she’s expected and the two of them were back at his place.

I tried to call again, but once more was put through straight to voicemail.

“Hey, Becky, it’s Jessica,” I said into the phone after the beep. “I’m just calling to make sure you’re okay. It’s like, three-a.m. and I just thought I’d check in since you said you’d be back earlier. If you’re like, doing something with Greg, that’s fine I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Just do me a favor and just call or text me whenever you get this so I know you’re all right.”

As I set my phone down, I thought that the smartest thing to do would be to just go back to sleep and hope that by the morning Becky had either come back to the dorm, or gotten back to me. But when you’re not sure whether your friend is all right, it’s hard to close your eyes let alone get a good night’s sleep. Luckily for me, I didn’t have time for either.

Just as I was about to close my eyes I heard the loud, sustained buzzing of my phone jittering against my bedside table. I jumped up so fast there could have been a fire underneath me, scrambling for my phone in time to swipe my thumb across the green “answer” button.

“Becky?” I asked, hardly even recalling looking at the caller I.D.

“Jess?” came a voice I knew was hers, but something about it seemed different, almost like she’d just woken up. “Is that you?”

“Yeah, Becky, it’s me. Are you okay?”

“I don’t know where I am,” she said, her words slurred and slowed. “Can—can you come get me?”

“Becky, what happened?”

“I’m really scared,” she said, and I could already hear her trying to hold back a sob. “I think something happened to me, Jess. I don’t feel right.”

“Can you see anything familiar? Are you still on the campus?” I asked, standing up and running over to put on my sneakers. I didn’t even bother putting on real clothes and slipped out the door in just my pajama bottoms and T-shirt.

“I… I think so,” she mumbled. “I see the message board, near the dorms…”

“All right, Becky I’m on my way, okay? Don’t move from that spot.”

“I—yeah…” she mumbled. “Okay. I think I’m just gonna lie down.”

“Becky, I need you to stay awake, okay?” I said as I jogged through the hallways, shocked to see more than a few girls up, their dorm doors open. I wasn’t sure what compelled me to ask, but before I knew it I was begging others for help as I passed by in the halls, a trail of people following after me as we made our way out of the dorms and onto the campus grounds.

“Becky?” I asked, only a groggy, half-awake mumble came in reply. “Sweetie, put your phone in the air and try to flag us over. The light will tell us where you are.”

For a long moment there was no reply as I scanned the area for any signs of my best friend or the light from her phone. It felt like I was standing there for minutes just looking for the faintest glimmer of her screen.

“There!” one of the other girls shouted, pointed toward a tiny glimmer of light almost one-hundred yards away. I broke into a run, chasing after that faint light as though my life depended on it—since I was sure that my friend’s life just might.

Behind me I could hear the sounds of the other girls from our dorm, none of their paces as frantic as mine as I ran at almost breakneck speeds toward that glimmerin

g light. My side burned, my body unused to running almost the length of an entire football field without stopping. But before I knew it I was kneeling at my friend’s side as she lay in the crisp green lawn.

“Becky?” I whispered as I knelt down beside her, brushing her long hair out of her face. “Becky, honey, what happened?”

“Jess?” she asked, blinking up at me blearily. “I was just talking to you on the phone.”

Something was definitely wrong.

It took us a few minutes to get Becky up and more coherent. Together with the help of a few of the other girls from the dorm we managed to help her back over to the steps of our building. With most of the excitement gone, some of the girls had wandered back inside to get some sleep, something I could hardly blame them for in the slightest.