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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 cliffs 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.
Chapter 7
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.”
Luckily for both of us, we’d managed to find a student housing complex that was right on campus. We made the short trek to our new home away from home and got our room sorted out. Becky and I had made certain that the two of us would be sharing a room—there wasn’t any way I was bunking with a complete stranger.
Once we were settled, she and I made our way toward the student union to get the rest of our lives sorted out for the semester to come. We had books to buy, classes to schedule, and an entire campus to learn how to navigate before we found ourselves completely and utterly lost on our first day of class. Having to explain to my professors why I was late was definitely not how I wanted to spend my first day of higher learning.
“I thinking about pledging to a sorority,” Becky said as we passed by a group of buxom blondes wearing bright pink, cropped t-shirts with the Greek letters “___” emblazoned in white, blocky font across their ample chests. I couldn’t help but grimace. Becky and I had spent the majority of our time in high school being bullied and mocked by women like that, who lorded their popularity and looks over the “lower” castes of the social order. And that wasn’t even taking into account the sheer amounts of hazing and prejudice that went on in the “Greek” system. I’d read enough to know that I’d never be able to stand by while my “sisters” engaged in that kind of activity.
“You really think that’s a good idea?” I asked, trying not to sound totally disapproving. “I mean, it’d look good after college, I guess, but is that really the kind of thing you want to do while you’re here? They don’t seem like the kind of people that we usually get along with.”
Becky frowned, stopping short and forcing me to halt so I didn’t lose sight of her as more students flooded around us.
“I don’t know yet, Jess,” she said with an edge to her voice. “But I know that one of the things I wanted to do while I was at college was come out of my shell a little. I figured joining a sorority might help—”
“No. You’re right,” I said, holding up my hands apologetically. “I’m being judgmental. You should go for it.”
“Only problem is I don’t know which one to pledge,” she said with a sigh as we passed yet another table with a group of bubbly twenty-somethings in tight t-shirts. “There are so many of them on campus, and I don’t know which one would be right for me.”
“How about you go look at some of them? I was wanting to look at some of the extracurriculars they have advertised here. How about we meet back at the dorm before dinner and we can order some Chinese, or something?”
“You’re awesome, Jess,” she said, pulling me into a tight, bone-crushing hug. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“See you,” I said as she finally let me go, the air finally returning to my lungs after she let go of me. “Just don’t jump into anything right away. Take your time and think about it before you make any decisions.
“Sure thing, Mom,” she said with a laugh as she went off toward one of the tables for the sororities. I was sure that I was being too critical. Becky knew the difference between right and wrong, and I knew she would never give in to anything like the horror stories I’d heard about. Nevertheless, I was more than a little worried for her. Hazing or not, women were brutal, especially when they felt like they were set apart from everyone else.
I heaved a sigh and continued along the through the tents and tables that had been set up outside, advertising the different activities available for the students on campus. I had almost cleared the cluster of fraternities before I heard someone calling out loudly.
“Hey!” they shouted, a chorus of chuckles following close behind. I made an effort to ignore
it, hoping that they weren’t calling to me. I didn’t need this, not on my first day.
“Hey! Come here!” I heard again, this time closer. “We wanted to talk to you, babe!”
My stomach clenched and I turned toward the man trailing behind me. He wasn’t a particularly fit man—in fact he looked like your typical frat boy—slightly overweight, with a prickly five o’clock shadow all over his neck and second chin. He was wearing a blue sweater with “__O” written in bold yellow letters.
“Don’t you wanna talk to us, baby?”
“Don’t call me that,” I said, my fists coiled tight. “I don’t want to talk to you. Leave me alone.”
“Whoa!” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “You don’t need to be a bitch about it, babe! We just wanted to know if you wanted to come to a party tonight. Alpha Epsilon Omega’s got a sick celebration goin’ on!”
“Go fuck yourself,” I said, turning to walk away. I didn’t want to be there anymore. I wanted to head straight back to the dorm and wait for Becky to get back. Inside of my head, alarms started to sound like the claxons in a science-fiction movie.
“Can you fuckin’ believe this chick?” the frat boy laughed, turning to his fellows. “Yo! Mikey! Come check this stuck-up bitch out!”
I frowned as I saw someone step out of the crowd in front of me, blocking my escape. At first I couldn’t make his face out, the mid-day sun shining right into my eyes. It wasn’t until the “Mikey” took another step closer that I realized who was standing in front of me.
“Well, well,” came the familiar, smooth voice of my ex-boyfriend, Michael, “look who’s here.”
“You know this bitch, Mike?” asked the chubby frat boy.
“Biblically,” he said with a chuckle. “You’ve never met a bigger slut in your life, boys. She’s a complete whore.”
“That’s a lie,” I tried to argue back, but Michael cut me off.
“Nobody said you could talk, slut. And you most certainly are a slut. I’ve had this bitch every way you can imagine.”
“Yeah! Tell us more, Mikey!” came shouts from his fellow pledges.
