by Wild, Nikki
“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 s
pilled 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.”
Chapter 9
Jessica
I could feel my heart in my throat as those words ran over and over through my head. My mind was flooded with so many conflicting emotions that I wasn’t sure if I could handle the full reality of what was happening to me. My stepbrother was telling me to take off my panties in the middle of a crowded restaurant.
On the one hand, it felt like I’d stepped right into one of my fantasies, and for a moment, I wanted to pinch myself to see if I’d hit my head back at that pavilion. I felt so afraid, so scared that this might just be another one of his stupid jokes, one more thing to embarrass me with.
“You heard me, Jessica,” he said, his voice hard and commanding.
“Okay Richard” I whispered meekly.
I reached down and began hiking up my pencil skirt, biting my lip anxiously as I watched for anyone who might catch me in the act. But before I could actually start to slip off my panties, I felt Richard’s gentle, but firm grip on my hand, staying me as he whispered in my ear.
“I told you not to call me Richard. From now on, you’ll address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Dick’ whenever I give you a command,” he growled. “Is that understood?”
“Yes,” I gasped, a storm of fluttering butterflies coming to life in the pit of my stomach as I felt his warm breath against my skin. Already I felt my slit beginning to moisten as I bit down on my plump lower lip.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Dick,” I moaned quietly, looking into his eyes as he released my hand.
“Good girl,” he growled as he released my hand from his grasp.
I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as I obeyed his command, slowly wriggling the lacy underwear down my thighs until it fell down my calves and crumpled around my feet in a heap. Gingerly I slipped my feet out of them, picking them up and slipping the damp thing into my purse. I hadn’t realized just how wet Richard had gotten me.
I heard him make an approving sound in his throat, though I felt too ashamed to even turn my head toward him. I felt so vulnerable, as though the entire restaurant had turned all their eyes onto me at the same time. I swallowed hard, my chest tightening as I felt the beginning of what might have been a full-blown panic attack.
“Very good,” Richard said softly, gently caressing my thigh as he spoke. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
The soft sound of his voice in my ear sent a shiver all throughout my body, the whirling swarm of butterflies in my stomach quickening to gale-force levels. I could feel the warmth of him beside me, the way his breath washed over my ear as he whispered again.
“I knew you could be a good girl for me,” he purred. “Doesn’t it feel better to be out of those wet, sticky things?”
“Richard, I—” I began, but gasped as I felt him grip my thigh suddenly.
“What did I say about what you’re supposed to call me?” He breathed into my ear, his voice soft, but I knew it held the promise of punishment just beneath the surface. My eyes fluttered again and I gave a hard swallow, the warmth between my legs intensifying along with the slickness of my own lust.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I whimpered. “It feels good to be out of my panties.”
Richard growled, evidently pleased with my compliance. My heart fluttered, a rush of excitement filling me without warning. It felt like I’d taken a breath of air for the first time since I’d walked into the restaurant. The simple act of obeying filled me with a sense of satisfaction that I hadn’t experienced before. I’d of course enjoyed the way Michael had commanded me to do things for him, but somehow it felt different when it was my stepbrother giving me the orders. The rush was different. With Michael, I’d been so afraid, but with Richard I felt… safe.
“Are you ready for your next command?” he asked, his thumb brushing over the top of my thigh as he released his grip.
“I am, Sir,” I said, my voice less tense as the endorphins began to rush through me. For the first time the rush I got from surrendering my own control was mixed with the joy of knowing that I could trust the man giving me orders. I looked into Richard’s eyes, chewing anxiously on my lip. “I’m ready to do whatever you want.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
Richard glanced down the row of tables cautiously before returning his gaze to me, a slight smile on his lips. I would have normally dreaded a smile like that on my stepbrother’s face, but somehow I felt that I’d be fine, no matter what he had in store for me.
“Now,” he began, his voice a low growl, “you’re going to put on a little show for our waiter.”
I felt my stomach clench without warning, my body tightening suddenly as his words took root in my mind. But despite my fear, I felt the assurance somewhere in the back of my mind that no matter what, Richard wouldn’t let me do anything that would ever get me hurt.
“What do you mean, Dick?” I asked, my voice trembling. I licked my dry lips, doing my best to seem calm and certainly not as frightened as I was at the prospect of someone—some complete stranger even—getting a look at my more intimate parts of my body.
“When the waiter comes back for our order, you’re going to lean back and spread your legs. You’ll look him right in the eye and make sure he gets a nice, long look at your pussy.”
I took in a deep, steadying breath as I closed my eyes. To say I was nervous would have been an enormous understatement—I was petrified. This was like our game of Truth or Dare back at Becky’s party, only Richard had upped the ante and there was no escape. He wanted me to let some strange man stare unabashedly at my own pussy? It felt so wrong, so filthy. I’d never in my life considered myself any kind of exhibitionist… but the more I considered it, the thought of someone staring at me, desiring like I
was some porn star they’d watch at home in the dark, lit a fire inside of me that I’d never known before. My heart raced at the thought, and beat even harder as I realized Richard would be there, watching me as I did exactly as he ordered.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, without so much as giving it a second thought. I wanted to do anything that Richard commanded me to, to be completely under his control—to let go of the tight unyielding hold I had on every part of my life. “Anything you want.”
“That’s my good girl,” he purred just before the waiter came around the corner to take our order. I gulped hard, anxious at somehow failing Richard’s expectations.
“Hey, and welcome to Bobby’s,” he began in an overly chipper tone that one would have to perfect in the service industry. “My name’s Thomas and I’m going to be taking your order today. Did you two want to start things off with some of Bobby’s Famous Hot Wings?”
“W-What kind of special’s do you have?” I asked, stammering as I tried to draw his attention toward me. I swallowed nervously again, turning toward the waiter. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears as his eyes turned toward me. He gave me a smile and I caught his eyes immediately flicking to my chest. My heart skipped, hoping that I could draw his gaze just a little lower.
“We’ve got a quarter-pounder burger with Chipotle mayo for $4.99 today with friends and—” The waiter’s voice faltered in his throat as he caught sight of my thighs spreading apart, his gaze traveling up the smooth skin to my hiked up skirt. His cheeks filled with color as he noticed what I was missing underneath, as well as the faint shimmer of my soaked crotch, my pussy wet and blossoming like a flower before him. “I…”
“I don’t think I want a burger,” I said, a strange rush of confidence filling me as I watched him fall all over himself at the sight of my drenched sex. “What else have you got for me?”