by Wild, Nikki
“I know how stressed you’ve been,” she said, pouting up at me as she started to squeeze gently around my shaft. “They’re running you so hard out there every day. I haven’t gotten to spend any time with you lately… and I know you need this just as much as I do.”
“But what if someone sees us?” I asked, though my worries hardly lasted long after I felt the warm caress of her tongue against my tip. I gasped, my head lolling back as she lapped slowly against the fringe of my dickhead. I had been immediately impressed the first time Jessica had sucked my cock, though she’d sworn she’d never once done it before. She was a natural, taking my dick nice and deep into her mouth.
“So?” she asked, giggling again. “The thought of someone coming in while you’re getting your cock sucked by your stepsister doesn’t turn you on? I know it turns me on.”
She took me slowly between her lips, her eyes locked on mine as she worked me deeper and deeper. I moaned softly as I watched her, my mouth opened as I felt myself come to full mast. I couldn't deny it, the thought of someone walking in while Jessica was deep throating me was more arousing than I could even begin to describe. Our little secret had been one of the biggest reasons that our relationship was so hot, the taboo of it all took things to a whole new level I’d never felt with any other woman.
“Holy fuck,” I moaned again, leaning back on my hands as I let Jessica do what she did best. The warm wetness of her mouth slid around my pulsing shaft, her tongue caressing along my length. “Jess, baby this is—”
“Hush,” she whispered, her finger to my lips before. “Relax.”
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.
_ THIRTEEN _
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 Richard moaned and shuddered as I pleasured 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.
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.
