“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.

Chapter 13

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 pleasure 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 if 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 were 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.