Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 13

-Jacey-

Caleb and I made our way back to the shore. Sure enough, our clothes and lifejackets were gone. But at least there was no bear.

Since I was the one wearing boots, I picked a careful path through the rocks, leading Caleb deep enough into the water that we could both rinse off a bit.

I’d had Caleb’s cum EVERYWHERE on my body, and even though Caleb was always sweet to me after and cleaned me up with a towel, I still felt the need to let some water run over me.

Sitting waist deep in the water on an obliging boulder, I cupped my hands together and trickled water over my hair. It was coming out of its braid, and I had no idea what I was going to do without a comb or a brush. If I couldn’t tame it, I was going to look like a swamp witch coming out of the bog with sticks and leaves in her tangled hair.

As though he heard me, Caleb moved to sit behind me, pulling me into his lap. Even now, he was hard for me.

Me.

It was like I’d been given this mysterious power over him, and I was relishing in it.

Caleb took out my hair band and carefully undid my hair, combing his fingers through it with care. “God, your hair is beautiful. And so soft...”

I felt myself blushing. “You won’t think that if it stays unbraided. I’ll look like a hermit who just wandered out of her cave.”

Caleb chuckled and kissed my neck. “I’ll braid it for you.”

“Really?” I looked back at him. “You know how to do that?”

“Sure. My dad used to do it for my mom. He showed me,” Caleb said.

“That sounds really nice,” I replied softly. I knew Caleb missed his father. I wished he got along better with mine, but I could understand the complex animosity between them.

Caleb cupped more water over my hair, rinsing it out. He gently detangled any snarls with his fingers, then slowly braided it back up, finishing up by wrapping the hair binder around the bottom.

“Thanks,” I murmured, looking up at him. Then I saw a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. “What? What are you—”

Caleb’s answer was to slide his hand into my panties, washing me out himself.

I gasped and gripped his thighs. “Caleb!”

“What?” he asked innocently. “Have to get you nice and clean.”

“Nice and clean” apparently meant pushing his fingers into me as well. I dug my nails into his thighs and moaned.

“Yeah, I think a bath was a great idea,” Caleb whispered in my ear, nibbling along the shell.

There wasn’t a person or boat in sight. I wasn’t sure my oversexed body would have cared in the slightest if there was.

“Come for me, baby,” Caleb said, adding his thumb on my clit to the mix. “I know you want to.”

Of course, I wanted to. I wanted anything my stepbrother wanted to give me. Except, perhaps, full on sex. At least for a while. I was still sore around his fingers as he hooked them inside me.

“Caleb!” I cried as he wrought another orgasm from me.

“Good girl,” Caleb responded, kissing and nipping along my neck and shoulder. He unsnapped my bra and massaged his wet hands underneath, “rinsing” my chest.

“You just want to play with my breasts,” I accused him.

“Absolutely,” Caleb replied unrepentantly. He rubbed circles with his thumbs over my nipples.

My eyelids fluttered. “Caleb.”

“Yeah, beautiful?” Caleb nuzzled my shoulder.

“It feels... so good... when you touch me,” I confessed.

I felt Caleb’s lips curve up in a smile against my skin. “I like it when you touch me, too.”

“Is that an invitation?” I asked, giving Caleb a wicked grin.

“Well, you know, my dick is very, very dirty...” Caleb feigned innocence.

I laughed. “You’re a bad, bad man.” But I did carefully turn and brace my boots against a lower rock. They were getting flooded with water, but there was no helping that, and they were rubber, so they would dry anyway.

I slipped my hand into his boxers under the water and took out his cock. It wasn’t as hard as it usually would be, but I blamed the cold water. It sure perked up when I started stroking it.

“Mmm, yeah, baby. Just like that,” Caleb groaned.

In an inspired moment, I pulled the front of my bra down with my free hand until my breasts popped out the top, letting him look his fill while I jerked him off.

Caleb stared and panted. His hand curled around mine, encouraging me to go faster and squeeze just a little bit tighter.

Soon enough, his milky white cum swirled into the water as he let out a grunt of satisfaction.

“Oh, baby,” Caleb sighed as I readjusted my bra over my breasts. “You’re amazing, Jacey.”

I smiled and gave him a kiss. “Just returning the favor.”

Caleb tucked himself back into his boxers. “I think maybe we should go back to the cabin and eat.”

My stomach growled, and I blushed while Caleb laughed.

“Guess somebody agrees with me,” he said, rubbing my belly. He playfully poked his finger into my belly button.

I started picking my way back over the rocks, navigating for the smoothest ones, shaking my head, letting Caleb hang onto my shoulders. He was pretty good at finding a safe path himself, carefully working his way back to the shore with me.

Once we got to shore, I dumped water out of my boots and put them back on. Caleb’s angry legs were looking a little better, especially his shins, which had gotten the worst of it.

We made our way back to the cabin. There’d still been no signs of life all day.

Or so we thought.

The first sound I heard as we neared the cabin was a strange click.

Caleb’s eyes widened and he quickly pushed me behind him.

“You little shits been messin’ around in my cabin, eatin’ my food?!” the voice of an older man carried through the front door.

I saw it was ajar and there was the barrel of a shotgun pointed at us through the opening.

“Yes, sir,” Caleb said. “We got lost in the storm and we needed shelter—”

“Get the FUCK off my property!” the older man howled.

Caleb frowned. “Sir, as I understand it, this property belongs to the Canadian government...”

The ground in front of Caleb exploded. I clamped my hands over my mouth to stifle a shriek.

“What are you, a Mountie? Get the FUCK out of here!” the man yelled.

“All right,” Caleb said after a moment of silence. “If you could please direct us to the nearest road—”

“Find yer own damn road,” the old man shouted and spat on the ground outside the door.

“Caleb...” I whispered.

Caleb took my hand and squeezed it. “Fine then. We’ll be on our way.” He backed away, heading further into the woods, holding me behind him.

“Say, that a woman?” the older man called once Caleb finally turned around and started leading me God only knew where.

Caleb stiffened. “That’s none of your damn business.”

The shotgun cocked again. “I think it is. I think maybe I’m owed some payment for my hospitality.”

“Jacey,” Caleb said, leaning down by my ear. “Run.”

“Caleb—!”

“RUN!” Caleb repeated, giving me a shove.

I ran as fast as my boots would take me, hearing a gunshot behind me. I stopped and turned, but even though they were spindly, the trees were too thick for me to see what had happened.

“Caleb?” I called behind me.

When he didn’t appear, I started back the direction I came. Or at least I thought I did. But it turned out I had no idea where I’d gone, or how to get back to where I’d come from.

“Caleb?” I called again, weaving through the trees over beds of pine needles, moss, and dirt.

Someone grabbed my shoulder and I spun around.

An older man I didn’t recognize wearing a flannel shirt and carrying a shotgun gave me a yellow-teethed smile. “Well hello there, darlin’. I’m afraid Caleb can’t make it. But aren’t you a pretty thing...”

I backed up, but there wasn’t far to go before my back was to the scratchy bark of one of the spindly pine trees. “What do you want? Where’s Caleb?”

The man made eye contact with my boobs, then looked back up at me with a lascivious grin. “I think we can figure something out, don’t you?”

“S-Stay away from me,” I said.

“Not to worry, darlin’. I know how to show a girl a good time,” the older man responded, reaching out and trailing a dirty finger along my jaw.

I jerked my head away and squeezed my eyes shut. “Please just go away.”

The older man laughed. Then there was a crunching noise, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

I peeked one eye open and saw Caleb, bleeding from his temple, standing over the old man, who was now on the ground. Caleb was holding a bloody rock in his hand.

“Caleb!” I ran forward and wrapped my arms around him. “Caleb, I was so scared! What happened? You’re bleeding!”

Caleb dropped the rock and held me tightly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “It just grazed me. It knocked me over for a bit, but... I really think he planned to kill me.”

I looked down at the older man on the forest floor. His eyes were wide and sightless, and his skull was dented in. It didn’t take a medical degree to determine this guy was dead.

“It’s okay, Caleb,” I said, noting my stepbrother was also staring at the man with wide eyes. “It’s okay. You had to. He was going to hurt me.” I stroked his back, hanging onto him tightly.

Caleb swallowed and turned his face away. “Let’s just go, Jacey. He came from somewhere, so there must be a road near here.”

I nodded vigorously and took Caleb’s hand, tugging him away from the grisly scene. “Yes, let’s go. Let’s just get out of here. You never know if he was expecting company, and if they’re anything like him, we don’t want to meet them.”

“Right,” Caleb said. He hesitated then picked up the gun with his free hand and let me lead him away.

We walked in silence for several minutes.

“Caleb, he really was going to hurt me,” I finally whispered.

Caleb dropped his hand from mine, only to slide his arm around my shoulders. “I know. I... I couldn’t let that happen to you.”

The blood from his temple had dried in rivulets down his cheek. I wanted to get Caleb to civilization to get him to a doctor. Of course, with my head injury, he probably wanted the same for me.

“I can’t believe no one came to that part of the lake in two days,” I observed.

“It’s probably the rocks.” Caleb squeezed my shoulder. “I’m okay, Jacey. You don’t have to worry.”

I looked up at him. “I’m going to worry anyway. I know what you did isn’t easy, and you got shot at and your shins and everything... plus you don’t have shoes and we’re going over all these pine needles.”

“I’m getting used to it,” Caleb said manfully.

With a sigh, I leaned up and kissed his cheek. “We’ll talk about it later, I guess. I don’t want to upset you, but I want you to know I’m listening.”

Caleb bumped his hip against mine, and that was how I knew we were going to be okay.

We found a clearing eventually with some scrubby grass. Neither of us knew much about edible plants or berries, so we left things alone even though we were starving. Mostly, we were thirsty. I wished we’d had the good sense to take some things from the cabin before leaving it this morning.

I sat on the ground, and Caleb laid down with his head in my lap. Despite what he’d said, he still looked troubled. I combed my fingers through his hair and hummed for him.

“We shouldn’t rest long. We should try to find shelter, or the road, while it’s still daylight,” Caleb murmured, his eyes heavy.

“Mhm,” I replied softly, still carding his hair. “We’ll rest just a little bit.”

Caleb’s eyes fluttered closed, and I was careful not to jostle him while he slept.

I was beginning to doubt this road existed, but the man had to have come from somewhere.

Then I heard a rumbling not far off, and my eyes widened.

“Caleb!” I shook his shoulder. “Caleb!”

“Snrk?” Caleb came around, but was still groggy.

“It’s a logging truck!” I said.