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 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.”