Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 111

Will

I went to the ATM filled with dread. I was certain my grandfather had found the account. Absolutely positive. The question was, had he disabled it, or was he just tracking it?

It wasn’t as though we had any choice in the matter. I was going to have to find out.

I took my card out of my wallet and placed it in the slot, wondering if the ATM was about to eat and shred it.

To my surprise, it didn’t. In fact, it even recognized my PIN.

When the screen came up showing my balance, every penny was there. I just stared at the six-million dollars for a moment.

“It’s not going to let you withdraw all that. Just pull up to your limit and let’s go,” McKenzie said anxiously.

“Right.” I checked my options then pulled out fifteen-hundred dollars. “That’s the limit.”

“That’ll get us somewhere else.” She grabbed my arm as I was shoving the roll of bills into my pocket.

Outside the rest stop building, she took my sweater off.

“Um… McKenzie. Your shirt hasn’t dried yet,” I informed her politely.

“That’s the idea.” She let go of my arm and sidled over to a trucker standing next to his rig. “Hi,” she purred in a tone that made my dick perk up and pay attention. “I was wondering if I could use your phone to call a cab.”

The trucker made eye contact with her chest. “You don’t need no cab, little missy. There’s plenty of room in my rig.”

“Aww, that’s nice of you. But my boyfriend and I are traveling together, and I’m not sure you want us both riding with you,” she said, her voice still sultry.

He looked at me, then at McKenzie’s boobs, then back at me again. “Well, I don’t know…”

“Pretty please let me use your phone?” she asked, thrusting out her chest a little bit.

The trucker got a look on his face I didn’t like. “Show me your tits and it’s yours.”

She froze.

“Aaaand that’s the end of that experi—” I began.

McKenzie stripped her shirt off, leaving her in the white lacy bra I’d felt up only hours ago. “Happy?”

“Honey, I said your tits, not your bra,” the trucker drawled.

I was too shocked to move until she reached around to the clasp at her back. “McKenzie, it’s not worth i—”

The clasp popped open, and she slid the bra off, dangling it from her fingertips as she let the trucker—and me—look all we wanted to.

All my dick wanted now was to get out of my pants. My brain went completely blank except maybe for the word ‘boobs’ on repeat as I stared at the most perfect pair of pink-tipped DDs I’d ever seen in my life.

“Happy now?” she asked angrily.

“Fuck me. I’ll be jerking myself off to those for months,” he breathed and the same thought crossed my mind.

Only I was never going to be satisfied just jerking off and imagining them. I was going to get my cock between them and titty fuck her. If she’d let me, of course.

She was still trying to figure out if we were ‘gross.’

It was that thought that brought me back to my senses. I strode over and wrapped my sweater protectively over her front. “Okay. You’ve seen enough. Phone?” I seethed.

“I don’t know what you got going on with this one, but I can do it better,” he grinned at McKenzie, who flinched. But, true to his word, he produced his phone from his back pocket. “Keep it. That show was worth a billion of them. Code’s 957326.”

“Thank you!” she chirped, recovering her flirtatiousness. Then I steered her away from the rig, trying not to imagine what the trucker was about to do when he got into his cab.

“Ugh,” she said when we were out of hearing range, pulling her shirt and my sweater on. “I don’t get it. They’re just boob—are you seriously hard right now?!”

I grimaced. “Yes. If you didn’t want me to be, you shouldn’t have shown me the most fantastic breasts I’ve ever seen.”

McKenzie blushed, from embarrassment or anger, or perhaps both. “Thank you for the compliment, but I still don’t know where I am with you.”

“You know where you are with me,” I said huskily.

She shivered, and I could tell it was attraction and not revulsion that made her do so. “Will…”

“Yes?” I murmured.

McKenzie swallowed. “We… we need to call that cab and split.”

“I’ll take that as a ‘we’ll table this conversation for later,’” I chuckled.

She blushed again and stabbed the code into the phone. Then she started googling cab companies near us.

It took a few phone calls to find one that would take cash and not a card up front, but after a nail-biting half hour, a beat-up old cab showed up at the rest stop.

“Lose your ride?” the driver asked as we got in.

I handed her five-hundred dollars. “However far this gets us in any direction but North, that’s where we want to go.”

Her eyes widened, and she pocketed the cash. “Here I thought you might stiff me when you wouldn’t give your credit card over the phone, but I see you’re a man of your word. Guess we’re goin’ West to Austin. I’ve got family that way I can visit after I drop you off.”

“Sounds great.” I sat back in the taxi. To my surprise, McKenzie leaned against me.

“Do you mind if I take a nap?” she asked tiredly.

Come to think of it, neither of us had gotten much sleep over the last few days. But I wasn’t willing to let us both be asleep when there was potential danger all around us. “You can sleep. I’m going to stay up for a while.”

“Okay. Thank you.” She snuggled into me and quickly dropped off into a deep sleep.

The cab driver raised an eyebrow at me in the rearview mirror. “Ain’t she a bit young for you?”

“She is. But she doesn’t seem to mind,” I replied.

“I gotta say. You two are cuter than a puddle of puppies,” she said.

Something niggled at the back of my mind. That was an odd phrase. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. We ain’t in Austin, yet.” She turned to concentrate on the road.

Puddle of puppies. Puddle of puppies. It was such a weird saying. But I’d heard it before, which made it even more odd. Where had I heard it before?

McKenzie shifted and cuddled closer to me, her hand moving to rest high on my thigh. I was pretty sure she hadn’t done it on purpose, but my cock didn’t care. The ‘puddle of puppies’ conundrum completely fled my mind.

I worked on evening out my breathing and thinking of gentle streams and falling leaves to try to calm my body down. I was only marginally successful.

Our cab driver whistled to herself as the hours crawled by. The taxi was moving fast, but time was moving slow. All I wanted was to be in a hotel, motel, or hostel or wherever we were going to end up and beg McKenzie to have me. This surrogate thing wasn’t really that big of a deal. Was it?

“We’re just about there,” the cab driver interrupted my thoughts.

I glanced out at the landscape. It was still a bunch of scrub grass and widely-scattered buildings. “This doesn’t look like the city.”

“Will, we ain’t goin’ to the city,” the cab driver said.

I frowned. “How did you know my name?”

“You’re really pretty naive. Both of you.” The cab driver’s accent was gone.

Puddle of puppies. It was a phrase my grandfather used! I hadn’t ever heard anyone else use that phrase. “You’re working for my grandfather.”

“What?!” McKenzie gasped, coming awake. Her hand briefly brushed my fly as she drew it back, but that wasn’t at the forefront of my mind anymore.

“Bingo. Give the man a prize. And I’ve got both of you. It was so fucking easy it ought to be criminal,” the cab driver laughed. “Easiest hundred-mil I’ll ever make.”

Fuck.

“Shit!” McKenzie reached for a door handle, but the cab driver locked it. I noticed the manual locks were missing from the back seat.

“Hey now,” the cab driver said. “We’re going about eighty. You don’t want to be a splat on the road, do you?”

McKenzie stopped jiggling the handle.

I reached for my gun.

The cab driver pulled out her own and pointed it into the back seat, right at McKenzie. I didn’t know how she could do that and keep driving. She must have been some sort of professional. “Guns, please. Throw them up front.”

With a growl of frustration, I tossed my gun onto the floor of the passenger seat.

“McKenzie?” the cab driver prompted like a school teacher asking for math homework.

McKenzie sighed and tossed her own gun up front. It landed next to mine.

“Great. Now we can be friends.” She put her gun away. “I suppose you wouldn’t know that your grandfather has a facility out here, would you, Will?”

A facility in the middle of nowhere? Somehow, it didn’t surprise me. “I didn’t know, no.”

“It’s the perfect place to keep you until someone comes to get you,” the cab driver went on. “I think your grandfather develops chemical weapons or some other such thing there. But as long as you stay in your rooms, I don’t think there’s any danger.”

Chemical weapons. Great, another terrible, illegal thing he’s doing. “Great.”

“Are we just going to go along with this?!” McKenzie gaped.

“We don’t have a lot of choices right now,” I replied quietly.

“There’s the brains of the operation.” The cab driver smiled at us in the rearview mirror. “Unless you want to be the dead part of ‘dead-or-alive,’ McKenzie, I’d suggest you follow Will’s lead.”

McKenzie sagged next to me.

“It’s just for now,” I whispered. “We’ll escape later.”

“How?” she lamented.

The phone the trucker had given us rang.

“Answer it. It’s probably your grandfather,” the cab driver chuckled.

I glowered at her, but answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Don’t say my name. You wearin’ your seat belts?” Hoot asked.

I blinked and looked at McKenzie. “Yes.”

“Good. Hand the phone to the nice lady driver,” he said.

Raising my eyebrows, I held out the phone to the cab driver. “It’s for you.”

“Good. I can give them my account and routing numbers.” The cab driver laughed. She turned in her seat to grab the phone.

Something slammed hard into the rear of the cab. The phone flew from my hand as the cab went spinning.

“Fucking what?!” the cab driver yelled, turning back and wrestling with the wheel.

“Fucking Hoot,” I managed to get out before the seat belt locked across my chest, restraining my words.

The cab driver had just managed to get the taxi back under control when there was another bang against the back bumper. She fiddled desperately with her seat belt but was unable to engage it before the third ram to the back of the cab sent us in a dizzying whirl.

McKenzie grabbed my hand as the cab rolled, then flipped end over end when it hit the ditch. The driver was thrown from the car, launched straight out of the windshield, her blood the only reminder she’d been there at all.

I squeezed McKenzie’s hand for all I was worth, begging God to at least let her be okay. The cab finally rocked to a stop, and she and I dangled upside-down from our seatbelts.

“Jesus,” I rasped. I could see scratches from glass on her face when I looked over. “McKenzie, are you okay?”

She was breathing hard. Her eyes, which had been squeezed shut, looked at me. “Your face…” she said. “Your arms…”

“Fuck that. Are you okay?” I asked again.

“I… think so?” She rolled her neck.

Our hands still clutched each other. I had no intention of letting go.

“I’m fine, too, as far as I can tell.” I glanced out the shattered window and jumped. “Hoot!”

“Nothing broken?” he asked.

“No, no thanks to you,” I grumbled.

Hoot shrugged. “I figured you’d rather get killed than whatever your pawpaw has in store for you. Luckily, you didn’t.” He took out a pocket knife and slashed my seatbelt.

I fell onto the cab ceiling. “Ow.”

“Suck it up, buttercup. Can you catch McKenzie?” he asked.

I nodded and got into position.

Hoot went around and cut her seatbelt as well. She landed on me, which was better than her landing on the twisted metal of the roof.

“Let’s go,” he said.