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stucco texture of my ceiling, contemplating the way the
lights cast random tiny shadows across its surface. Soon, I’d be free from my stepbrother
and free of the unwanted, taboo desires he stirred within me.

 
    “Dick…” I whispered into
the dark, shaking my head. Why the hell was I calling him that? His little
nickname had always been annoying, but now it just seemed fitting.

 
    I could feel my body
stirring, replaying the hard outline of that massive rod in his pants again and
again. Pretty soon I’d be parted from the Dick in more ways than one. I wished I could remove him from my mind… To exorcise
him like the unholy influence he was. I’d always been such a good girl, never relenting
in the face of Michael’s abuse when it came to my own virtue, but when it came
to Dick, my thoughts were more than just the girlish fantasies of an
inexperienced woman—they were downright sinful.

 
    I imagined my stepbrother
behind me as I knelt on my hands and knees, my back arched and ass thrust into
the air with my legs spread wide in welcome. I could only speculate what his
thrusting rod would feel like as it pushed past my velvet folds and drove
deeper into my warm, slick pussy. I took in a sharp breath, exhaling out in a
hiss through my teeth as my self-control gave way, and I slid my hand under the
band of my lacy panties.

 
    I was already soaked as I
closed my eyes; all the better to picture what my stepbrother’s monstrous
member would look like as I spread my virgin lips to either side. My fingers
easily found the hard little nubbin of my clit, evoking a soft, trembling gasp
as I began to run the tip of my middle finger in slow circles around it. I bit
down on my pouting lower lip to stifle the cry of relief that threatened to
give me away. The walls were paper-thin, and along with my parents, I didn’t need
anyone hearing my tremulous cries as I came all over my fingers to the thought
of his thickness buried deep in my silken folds.

 
    I gasped silently looking
down at myself as I teased and toyed wickedly at the tiny bulb of my womanhood,
working it with a practiced hand to drive myself deeper into the throws of my
own climax. I let out a shuddering breath, my breasts heaving as I pictured my stepbrother’s
cock slipping into my mouth, pushing into my throat the way I’d seen in so many
videos online.

 
    My mind flitted through fantasy
after fantasy, all of them involving my stepbrother driving himself hard into
the depths of my body, pounding my drenched, hungry quim until I screamed for
the sweetness of his seed gushing into me. My body trembled at the thought of
his essence spilling into me, the thrill of the risk of what might come of his
warm spunk dripping out of my slit. I closed my eyes and embraced the tightness
growing between my hips. The pleasure radiating from my clit was electric, my
back arching as I fought with all my might to keep from making a sound for fear
of being given away.

 
    Deep down in the
unreasoning parts of my mind, I yearned to cry out, to whimper Richard’s name
to the silence of my bedroom in the hopes that just next door, my stepbrother
would hear me and know that I was touching my unspoiled pussy at the mere
thought of him.

 
    A knock at my door nearly
made me yelp as I was ripped from my fantasies and back to the dissatisfaction
of cold reality. My heart was racing as I swallowed hard, trying to shake the husky
tone from my voice before I spoke.

 
    “Who… who is it?”

 
    “Jess?”

 
    Richard’s voice rang from
the other side of the door, a deep, scratchy growl that made my heart flutter
with that single syllable. I bit my lip before I even dared to answer, my lustful
desires pleading to be fulfilled, daring me to open the door in my lust-soaked
panties and pull him into my bed. But no matter how much I wanted to feel him
on top of me, inside of me, claiming my innocence for himself, I couldn’t even
conjure the air in my own lungs to