Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 164

Will

I stroked McKenzie’s hair while she slept against my shoulder. I would have had her put her head in my lap, but that would have been a recipe for disaster. I was already having a hard time. Literally.

“You look like you’re havin’ fun,” Moose snickered from the front seat.

With a grimace, I shifted again, trying to tell my dick to calm down. But McKenzie was so close, and I could smell her unique, light scent. It was a losing battle.

He kept chuckling. “You should always get a woman who makes you feel like a teenager again. Dolly and me, we’re practically sixteen again.”

I tried not to think of Moose and Dolly in bed together. “Er… that’s good.”

“You’re a bit uptight. You need to loosen up. People have sex, and they enjoy it. It’s not a crime,” he said.

“True,” I reluctantly agreed. “I just don’t come from a background where we talk about it openly.”

He snorted. “No kiddin’. But you’re gonna be in the same cabin we are, and I don’t think you’re gonna be any quieter than Dolly and me, so I figure ain’t no shame in being honest.”

“That is… also true,” I conceded. Once I got my hands on McKenzie again, there wasn’t going to be anything quiet happening in that bedroom.

“You need condoms?” he asked, making me choke.

“N-no. McKenzie has it… taken care of,” I explained. “But thank you.”

“She ain’t carryin’ birth control with her,” he said, concerned. “You know, if a woman misses a dose—”

I rubbed a hand over my face. “She has an IUD. It lasts five years.”

“Oh. Nice.” He nodded his approval. “That’s the way to go. Dolly’s been through menopause, so that’s great for me.”

“That sounds… great….” I hadn’t ever felt this uncomfortable in my entire life.

Moose laughed. “I can hear you bitin’ your tongue.”

I coughed self-consciously. “That’s not… I’m… it’s….”

“Relax. We’re just passin’ the time.” He glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “You love her?”

“More than my life,” I responded without hesitation.

“That’s good. It’s good to have a person like that.” He stared off into the distance. “Maybe I can patch things up with Dolly, and we can make a go of it. A real one.”

“That sounds like an excellent plan,” I said enthusiastically.

He smiled. “I ain’t gonna fuck it up this time.”

“Of course not,” I agreed. “You’ve grown and matured. If we’re lucky, none of us make the same mistakes.”

“Well, at least you’re old enough to understand the luck part,” he chuckled.

I shifted again, this time with embarrassment. “Sorry. I don’t mean to be patronizing.”

“You mean well. That’s what counts.” He looked in the rearview mirror again, this time past me.

I supposed he was looking at the Jeep, which held his precious Dolly.

He frowned.

My pulse went from placid to panicked with that one expression. “Are we being followed?”

“Nah. Dolly’s giving me the signal she wants to stop for gas or somethin’. Maybe a pee break. But them stations have cameras….” He didn’t sound happy.

“Can we make it without getting gas?” I asked.

Moose sighed. “No.” He waved back then watched the side of the road for an exit sign that also indicated the presence of a gas station.

“Maybe McKenzie and I should stay in the truck?” I suggested.

“You’re gonna wanna pee. Besides, they’ve been on my property and probably got Dolly and Shep’s pictures from hospital security. It ain’t gonna matter at this point.” He exited the highway and pulled into a gas station.

I gently nudged McKenzie awake. “Bathroom break.”

She yawned and stretched. Then she looked around. “Don’t these places have cameras?” she whispered as though we might be overheard by one of them.

“We’re gonna make this as quick as possible. Get to the bathroom and get right back,” Moose said as he hopped out of the truck.

“So, no gas station bathroom sex, then,” she whispered naughtily in my ear just as I was stepping out of the truck.

My dick twitched with the delicious memory of when we had done just that, and I gave her a dirty look. “Thanks for that.”

McKenzie grinned and raced into the station. I was hot on her heels.

“Don’t even think about it,” Dolly said as we weaved through the shelves toward the bathrooms.

“Think about what?” McKenzie asked innocently.

“There isn’t time. Now, do your business and get back in the truck.” Dolly was handing armloads of groceries to Shep.

“We weren’t actually going to do anything,” I said.

“Uh-huh. Your pants are tellin’ a different story.” Dolly snorted.

McKenzie looked down. “Will!”

I clasped my hands as casually as possible over the danger zone. “That’s just a biological reaction.”

“Uh-huh.” Dolly pointed at the restrooms. “Hurry it up. And no funny business.”

I sighed and ushered McKenzie ahead of me to the bathroom, seeing her all to the ladies’ room door. Then I went one door over, wishing we did have the time and freedom to do something about our mutual predicament. I knew McKenzie wasn’t unaffected, though I envied that her situation wasn’t so blatantly obvious.

I thought about giving myself some one-handed relief, but I decided against it. All I needed was for Moose or Shep to wander in and tell me I was wasting time.

When I got out of the bathroom, I waited for McKenzie. She walked out looking just as frustrated as I felt.

“We’d better get to that cabin soon,” she grumbled. “I’m about ready to lose my mind!”

“Me, too.” I put an arm around her, and we went back to the truck together.

Moose was already in the driver’s seat and ready to go. “I was afraid you decided to shake the tile in there anyway.”

“No such luck,” I said. “How much longer?”

“About an hour. You might as well take a nap. Both of you. It’ll make the time go by faster,” he said.

I helped McKenzie into the back of the truck. Her fine ass waved in my face briefly, and I wondered if it was possible to die of sexual frustration.

As soon as I was in, Moose put the truck in gear. “Let’s go.” He pulled out of the station.

I glanced out the back window and saw Dolly was right on our tail.

“Nap,” Moose insisted when the silence stretched out in the cab of the truck.

It was as good a plan as any. I wrapped my arm around McKenzie, snuggling her against my chest, her head nestled beneath my chin. When her breathing evened out, my eyelids drooped. Soon, we were asleep together.

***

The truck thrashing abruptly woke me up. It was full dark, and we were driving without the headlights on.

I grabbed the back of the passenger seat while McKenzie, now also awake, grabbed me. “Moose?!”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got light markers on the trees on either side,” he replied without any concern.

I peered more closely at our surroundings, and, sure enough, there were dimly lit solar lights indicating the sides of the… road?

“Is this your driveway?” I asked, holding McKenzie tightly. I wasn’t sure it would help all the bouncing around, but I figured it couldn’t hurt.

“That it is. Long way in from the road. I didn’t want to use the headlights, just in case.” He made a sudden turn, and McKenzie and I tumbled into the door. “Hang on.”

“You usually say that before the turn,” I muttered, rubbing my elbow.

Moose scoffed. “Rich kids are such big babies.”

“I don’t agree,” I responded. “I’m just saying—”

“Moose, are we there yet? Caleb’s whiter than mashed potatoes.” Dolly’s voice came over a walkie-talkie.

I hadn’t even realized we had one.

He swore and called her back. “Fifteen minutes.”

“I swear, Moose, why must every property you own have a road so full of holes it could have survived a bombing!” Dolly chided him.

“Keeps people out.” He was peevish, yet practical.

“Don’t you take that tone with me,” Dolly said. “I ain’t the one with holes in my road so big one of ’em’s gonna swallow this Jeep.”

“Then we’ll go fishin’ for it.” He had lost his tone, however.

“Uh-huh.” Dolly closed the channel, and the static stopped.

“Dad’s going to be okay, right?” McKenzie asked.

Moose nodded. “He’ll be just fine. Gonna need to give him more morphine, but last time I checked, his wounds were clean. No infections.”

“Okay.” McKenzie looked up at me in the low dashboard lighting. “I want to make sure my parents are settled before we do anything.”

“Of course,” I agreed. “They’re your parents. They’re definitely a higher priority than… chipping paint off the walls. We’ll have plenty of time for that.”

She smiled at me. Then we hit another pothole and bumped foreheads.

“Ow,” we said at the same time.

“Ugh. You’re both big babies,” Moose tsked. We rounded another corner, narrowly missed a skinny little tree that had obviously cropped up since he’d marked the way, then finally ended up on a smooth incline. He flicked the headlights on, and, as though a light had shone down from heaven, we were greeted by a very large two-story lake home.

“Nice,” I complimented him.

He beamed. “It even has a finished basement.”

Three stories, then.

“It’s lovely, sir,” McKenzie said. “Really beautiful.”

“Always thought I might retire here someday. But then, Dolly would’ve never known where to find me, and that would’ve been a tragedy,” he replied.

The Jeep pulled up next to us, and Dolly hopped out. She came around the side to bang on Moose’s door. “Okay now, you psychopath. You get yourself out of that truck and give Caleb somethin’ to ease the pain. I ain’t askin’.”

“Anything you say.” Moose grabbed the duffel bag next to him and got out of the truck. Dolly followed worriedly behind him.

“And another thing,” she scolded. “You need to fix your damn roads!”

McKenzie and I got out of the truck and followed them.

“If I do that, people will think they can come visit,” he argued.

“I don’t care about that! Look at him. He looks awful.” She scowled at him.

Moose stuck his head in the back of the Jeep and frowned. “Gonna have to check his stitches once we get inside.”

“Oh no you don’t. He ain’t goin’ nowhere until you shoot him up with somethin’.” Dolly shook her finger at him.

He held up his hands. “You’re right. I’m doin’ that right now.” He rummaged in his bag, got out the morphine kit that I recognized, and injected Caleb.

Shortly thereafter, Caleb relaxed.

“Okay. Shep. Will. Let’s get him in the house,” Moose said. “There’s two rooms down the hall right off the kitchen. Put him in the one on the right.”

I helped Shep lift Caleb, who still winced a bit, and carried him into the house once Moose opened the garage and let us in.

Just as Moose said, there was a hall off the kitchen that led to a pair of bedrooms. Jacey ran ahead of us to pull the covers back on the bed. Then Shep and I lowered Caleb down carefully onto the mattress on his stomach.

I could see already that there was blood seeping through his shirt. “Shit,” I murmured.

“What?” McKenzie asked, poking her head in.

“Er—I’m sure it’s nothing,” I tried.

She stepped into the room and saw the blood. “Nothing?!”

“Nothing serious?” I amended with more hope than confidence.

As McKenzie glared at me, I could hear Moose rummaging in the kitchen.

“Got it,” he finally cried triumphantly. “I knew I had another one stashed here.”

“Moose, whatever it is you’re gonna do, could you hurry it up?!” Dolly snapped.

“I’m just gonna stitch him back up. No need to panic,” he said exasperatedly.

“You’re takin’ a tone with me again,” Dolly warned.

“I ain’t got no tone!” he replied.

Shep gave a rumbling laugh under his breath. “Just like old times.”