Текст книги "Dick: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance "

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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 “__Ω” 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.

“Get out of my way,” I whispered, my voice trembling. I swallowed hard as my heart pounded like a drum.

“You’re not going anywhere. You’re coming to our little party, and we’re going to loosen up that tight little—”

I ran before he could even finish, dashing passed him and into the crowd of students. I don’t remember exactly how long I ran, but before I even realized it, I was completely alone underneath a pavilion, isolated from the rest of the students.

I took a moment to catch my breath, my eyes closed as I leaned myself against the thick cement columns that held the pavilion aloft. For that fleeting moment, I felt that maybe I was safe from whatever Michael’s new fraternity pals had in store, that they wouldn’t bother pursuing me past the crowd of people if it meant having to put effort into it… but then I remembered that no distance was too great for a man like Michael, a man who liked making people suffer.

“Thought you could run, did you?” came that confident voice from only a few yards away.

I turned, my heart kicking back into overdrive once again as I spotted Michael and his friends closing in on me fast. I turned to either side, hoping to see a quick way to escape as the men began to circle around me. Each of them had a smirk on their lips, a wolfish grin that made my skin crawl and gave a horrifying thought to just what they might be planning for me.

“Stay away from me, Michael,” I commanded, my voice faltering as he strolled confidently closer, his friends spreading out to try to block any escape routes. “I mean it!”

“Or you’ll do what, Jessica?” he asked, his bloodless lips turning up into a wicked smile. “Scream? Run for help? Call for Mommy?”

The others laughed, and it frightened me how quickly Michael had found people who complimented his sick and twisted mind—minions for his supervillain-level ego.

“Save your blubbering for your pillow tonight,” he spat, as he drew almost close enough to touch. “Nowhere to run now, little Jessie. Maybe I should take what I want from you… You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He reached out, his fingers quickly embedding in the fabric of my blouse. I pulled away as he tried to yank me closer. I felt my top resist for a moment before it gave way, tearing loudly. If I hadn’t realized how real the danger was before, I knew now, a cold rush of adrenaline coursing through me at breakneck speeds, my heart thumping faster than I’d ever felt in my life. I could feel something stirring inside me… The same feelings that made me ashamed and angry with myself… The feelings that made me run away from Michael in the first place. My body was betraying me the way it always did.

“Hey! What the—”

Just beyond my view I heard the sound of a scuffle, and then someone falling against one of the pavilion’s benches with a loud bang.

Michael and I both turned our heads at the commotion, just in time for him to catch someone’s fist right against his jaw. Before I could react, Michael had released his hold on my shirt, sending me reeling until I came right down onto my backside, wincing in pain. I managed to look up just in time to see Michael stumbling back, his hand covering the right side of his face.

“Get the fuck away from her,” said my rescuer in a voice I’d heard whispering a thousand times in my fantasies.

“Richard?” I asked, turning my head to see my stepbrother more clearly. Sure enough, he stood in front of me, blocking Michael from taking even one step closer, his fists up and ready to take another swing.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Michael hissed, his face screwed up in anger.

“Keeping creeps like you from touching things that don’t belong to you,” he growled.

“We’re just having a little fun. Jessica likes it a little rough. Why don’t you tell your big brother here how wet you are right now, Jess? I bet he’d love to hear all about it,” Michael said, rubbing his swollen cheek.

I couldn’t look either of them in the eye. I couldn’t let my stepbrother know the truth.

“I swear to God, if I see you lay so much as a hand on her again, you’ll be rolling across the graduation stage with a pair of broken legs.”

“Big talk,” Michael sneered, though from his expression he didn’t look to be in the mood to test that threat.

“We can take him!” one of Michael’s friends said, but Michael put up a hand to silence him.

“No,” he snarled, “we’re leaving. There’s plenty of ass on this campus—this one’s not worth the trouble.”

“You sure, Mike?” asked the overweight frat boy at his side.

“I said no,” Michael said, glaring at Richard. “We’re done… for now.”

Without another word, Michael turned and walked away, casting a venomous glare back over his shoulder at the two of us as his toadies fell in line behind him. It was around that time that I’d begun to wonder when I’d fallen into some bizarre dream world where my stepbrother wasn’t at some college across the country, and had even arrived in the nick of time to save me from danger.

“Are you okay?” Richard asked once Michael and his goons were safely out of sight. He knelt down next to me as I took an account of myself to make sure I hadn’t hurt anything worse than I’d realized.

“What’re you doing here, Richard?” I asked quietly, taking his offered hand as he helped to pull me up from the floor. “You don’t even go here.”

“Right now I’m saving you from that little sniveling shitlord. And for your information, I do go here. I’ve been up here for the last few days, in fact.”

“I thought that you’d told Dad you had a better offer.”

“You’re looking at it,” he replied, shrugging. “UCLA offered me a starting position on the team. Beats the hell out of bench warming on the east coast. Now let’s get you out of here and you can tell me all about what that was about.”

I frowned, but took his hand as we made our way out toward the one of the parking garages. I had the feeling that things were going to start getting much stranger after all of this. If only I’d known then how right I was.

Chapter 8

Richard

“What’re we doing here?” Jessica asked as we stepped into the crowded off-campus restaurant. She’d wrapped herself up tight in her arms, doing her best to cover up the rips in her clothes in the hopes that no one would notice. But despite her best efforts, the tears brimming in her eyes were a dead giveaway.

“We’re here to calm you down,” I said, leaning close to her so that she could hear me over the chatter of the various tables. “You’re a wreck.”

“Welcome to Bobby’s!” said a bubbly young waitress, her top unbuttoned just enough to give a great look at her plentiful cleavage. “I’m Sasha. Are there just the two of you?”

“Yeah,” I said, keeping my eyes from staring too blatantly at the girl’s large breasts. “Just the two of us. Is it possible to get a corner booth?”

“Sure is!” she said, flashing a set of white sparkling teeth. “Just come on and follow me, and then we can get you two some drinks.”

The waitress led us into the back portion of the dining room where only a few other parties had been seated, which was more than ideal. I wanted privacy to get to the bottom of what was happening between Michael and Jess, and being hidden back away from the crowds was exactly what I needed to get her to open up.

Jessica and I slid into the plastic-upholstered benches that surrounded the table, which was thankfully hidden away from most prying eyes. The restaurant was bustling, but not terribly crowded, which kept the staff busy enough to give me and my stepsister time to talk.

“So, what happened back there?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she said, fighting back a sob as she wiped at her eyes. “These guys were calling after me, calling me names, telling me to come talk to them. I wanted to just ignore them, but they were all over me… then they called Michael over. I didn’t even know he was going to school here,” she said, putting her face in her hands. “I mean, God! If I’d known, then I’d—”

“You couldn’t have known, Jess,” I said, running a hand through my hair. “And anyway, it’s not your job to be looking over your shoulder for a jackass like Michael. Especially not while I’m here.”

“Why are you here?” she asked, frowning as she lifted her head up out of her hands. “Is this really where you want to be? Seriously?”

“Of course it is,” I replied. “But we’re not talking about me right now. How about you tell me what the deal is between you and Michael.”

Jessica froze for a moment, tensing as though I was about to hit her right then and there. I frowned, turning to face her in the booth. Had their relationship really done so much damage that even the thought of it put her on edge? Maybe more had happened between them than I had imagined. If not sex, then something more sinister.

“It’s not something that I normally talk about, not even with Becky,” she said, wrapping her arms around herself more tightly. She was definitely afraid, scared of the very thought of her time with Michael and what him being here now might mean to her. I frowned, reaching over and gently touching her hand, trying to assure her that everything was going to be okay.

“You can tell me,” I said, trying my best to sound comforting. “I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

Jess sighed, wiping yet more tears from her eyes, though not once moving her hand away from mine. I could tell it was hard for her to even consider talking about something so personal, especially with me. Somehow I needed her to understand that I wasn’t there to be the jackass I’d been to her, and that for once in our lives, I was going to be the supportive person I was meant to be.

“I don’t know, Richard,” she said, swallowing hard as the waitress came back, setting our drinks back down on the table and quickly rushing to see to another table.

“Trust me,” I replied, trying to calm the mood with a smile.

“I’m not sure if I can tell anyone about what happened,” she whispered.

“But if you don’t tell me, then there’s no way that I can help you, Jessica.”

Once again, my stepsister fell into silence, swallowing her sobs. I hated to see her like this, especially the effect Michael had over her.

“Everything was good when it started,” she finally began, a faint smile on her face as though recalling a happier time. “He was so sweet and charming. He’d give me presents and take me to so many places. He was smart and witty. I felt like I could talk to him about all of the things that I’d thought would scare boys away… Like… Things I enjoy…”

She was freezing up. I reached over and touched her hand, catching her eyes. “It’s ok, you can talk to me.”

 “It was nice, at first. We started with some things I was curious about… We weren’t having sex. It was just… You know…”

She squeaked the last word out beneath her breath, unwilling to catch my eye.

“I don’t understand,” I said, staring at her.

“It’s just... I like to give up control sometimes. It feels right.”

“But he went too far?” I asked.

“He started to change,” she said. “He wanted more. It was little things, at first. He’d start to criticize the way I was dressing and how I did my hair… it made me feel like I wasn’t good enough. I changed myself whenever he told me he didn’t like something. I wanted to please him. That’s when he started getting… worse,” she said, swallowing again, her gaze flitting around, as though to ensure Michael wasn’t nearby. “He hurt me. Not badly at first, just a slap across the face when I told him no… but then he started leaving marks. I’d ask him and beg him to stop, to tell him that I just wanted things to go back to the way that they were… He thought it was just part of the game.”

“If that asshole took advantage of you…” I began, but Jessica cut me off.

“It wasn’t like that… God… Why am I so fucked up?”

“Don’t blame yourself for this. There’s nothing wrong with you. I’m so sorry, Jessica,” I said, my heart aching as I watched her tears begin to well up once again. I’d never known that their relationship had been so awful—sure, I knew they fought, but I figured that it had been the typical high school drama that you always heard about. Jessica had hid her pain away for all the time she’d spent with Michael—or maybe I just wasn’t looking hard enough.

“After a while, Michael started wanting more stuff from me… like my virginity,” Jess said, wringing out her hands nervously. “I told him no, and he’d hit me worse than he ever had before in our entire time together. That was the last time we broke up, and ever since, he’s been acting like I don’t exist. Until today.”

“None of this is your fault,” I told her, taking her hand once more, “and what Michael did to you was beyond terrible. You should never have been treated that way, not by anyone. He hurt you, and he had no right to do that. You deserve to be treated better than that.”

“Do I?” she asked, shame descending over her pretty face. “I don’t think that’s true most days, especially because… I mean, I can’t really talk about it.”

“You can talk about anything with me. I won’t judge you, Jessica. I promise,” I said, squeezing her slender fingers in mine. It made me feel horrible that I’d never made myself open to Jessica to confide in me, to tell me when something so awful as being abused by your own boyfriend. Her face softened slightly and she gave a faint, almost imperceptible, nod.

“The truth is that I actually liked some of the things he did to me,” she said, her voice soft. “I liked the way he’d order me to do things, making me obey his commands. He made me so horny that sometimes, I almost regretted not letting him have sex with me… but I wanted it to mean something. I know that makes me sound like some kind of freak, but I can’t really help it.”

“I don’t think you’re a freak, Jess,” I said, squeezing her hand again reassuringly. I knew my sister must have some urges, but I never imagined dominance play would be one of them. It made sense, I supposed, the rigid control she had over every aspect of her life needed to be let loose somehow. “Those kinds of things are completely normal. There are whole clubs dedicated to that kind of stuff. You like being dominated, so what? That doesn’t make you a freak. We all need to give up control, sometimes. As long as you’re being safe and have someone who understands how to stay in the lines…”

“It isn’t just the control,” she whispered, cutting me off. She glanced up as a waiter passed by our booth. “It was… some of the hitting turned me on, too.”

I felt like I didn’t really know my stepsister at all. The more she talked, the less I was sure of when it came to what I’d come to know over the last couple of years. I’d figured her for a bit of a freak under that librarian blouse and horn-rimmed glasses. But this?

“You really enjoyed how he hurt you?” I asked.

“Not usually,” Jessica answered, shrinking a bit, as though I might ridicule her for her desires. “But there were times where he’d hurt me in certain ways to get me to do things that felt so good. It was freeing…”

I sat quietly for a moment, weighing everything that she’s just told me and thinking about how best to go forward. I’d come here to be close to her, but now she tells me that she actually enjoyed the way he hurt her. I knew there was nothing inherently wrong with enjoying a little pain with sex, but to hear it from her lips felt like my world had done a complete one-hundred-and-eighty degree turn.

Michael didn’t respect her, I thought, glancing at her in the momentary silence that had fallen between her. And if I don’t do something, then she’ll just go back to him, or find someone else who treats her the same way.

“You don’t have to be with men like Michael if you want to be dominated,” I said after another member of the staff walked by. “Submission isn’t subjugation. You have every right to be respected and cared for while you’re fulfilling your fantasies.”

Jessica turned her gaze away from me, her eyes downcast toward the table as another wave of tears spilled down her cheek in tiny rivers. I could see the shame radiating from her, the fact that she was even talking to me about this making everything that much worse.

“I know that I haven’t been the best brother to you,” I said, moving a little closer to her along the bench seats. “In fact, I don’t blame you for all the shit you’ve probably thought about me. I was a massive dick from the moment we met… I didn’t want to have a sister, but in some ways I think it’s better that we see one another as something different.”

“What do you mean?” Jess asked, looking up at me quizzically, her soft lips creased into a frown.

“I don’t want anyone treating you the way Michael treated you,” I explained, choosing my words very carefully. “Just because you liked some of what he did doesn’t mean he’s the kind of guy you should be with.”

“Well what kind of men do you expect me to date?” she asked, her tone incredulous. “I can’t imagine there are too many gentlemen who would bend me over their knees. Michael told me that no one else would ever want me. Maybe he was right. I’m fucked up...”

The image was more than enough to rouse my since sleeping cock, which I did my best to keep under control. It was hard not to imagine what Jess’ bare thighs would feel like over my lap, my hand slapping against that plump little ass of hers. I cleared my throat uncomfortably and shook my head.

“You’d be surprised by how many men would jump at the thought of doing those kinds of things to you—without treating you like a piece of garbage.” I sighed again, rubbing my hand over my face in frustration. I couldn’t see a way of protecting her from men like Michael—not without taking an active role in making sure she knew what it felt like to be treated right even while someone was bending her over and ordering her around like a slave.

I would have to do it myself.

“Take off your panties, Jessica,” I said, my voice low enough that only she could hear.

“What?!” she hissed, glancing toward a waiter as he passed by. “Are you crazy?”

“You need to learn to take charge of yourself—of your own sexuality,” I said in a whisper “This is the first step. I want you to take them off and shove them into your purse.”

“I… Can’t…”

“I wasn’t asking.”