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 c
liffs 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.
I was going to UCLA… With Jess.
_ SEVEN _
Jessica
“We made it!” Becky said with an excited squeal. “We’re in college!”
I smiled, looking around at all crowd of students as they moved past us. She was right, we’d finally made it to the place we’d always dreamed of. Everything felt so new and different, like I had just hit the reset button on my entire life. College wasn’t just a place for me, it was a whole new beginning.
“What’s first?” Becky asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet eagerly.
“Finding somewhere for our stuff,” I said, hefting my duffle bag higher onto my shoulder, a rolling suitcase sitting at my side. “I don’t want to go through orientation carrying my entire life around.”