Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 29

-Jacey-

Once the men were gone, I heard someone hobble toward my tent. I pulled the covers closer around myself as the flap zipped open.

“Brought you some clothes, baby girl,” Stumpy, or at least I assumed it was Stumpy, said. “By the sounds of last night, you’re gonna need to go for a swim. So I brought a towel and some soap, too.”

“Th-Thanks,” I replied. “Um… would you mind giving me a little privacy to get ready for my bath?”

“Nope. Boss says I have to watch you all the time,” Stumpy told me with a toothless grin.

I felt the blood drain from my face. “But then you’re going to see me naked.”

“I sure enough am,” Stumpy smirked.

“That’s not… right,” I said.

“You could stay in there all covered in his cum, or you can come have a bath with me watching,” Stumpy replied with a shrug.

I couldn’t imagine what Caleb was going to think when I told him about this. Actually, I could, and it wasn’t pretty. He might go ballistic on these people, and then we’d both get shot.

“Please?” I tried.

“Girl, you’re sexy as Betty Grable. You won’t give an old man a look?” Stumpy said, waggling his eyebrows.

I huffed a sigh. There was no getting out of it, I guessed. I snatched the bath pack from Stumpy, letting the blankets around me drop, then pushed past him and streaked out of the tent and down to the water.

“Lawd have mercy,” I heard behind me. “LAWD have mercy. Those are the most perfect titties I’ve ever seen.”

A blush crept over my skin, and I waded deep into the water. There were little colonies of minnows and leeches, and some surface-skipping bugs, but all of them avoided me. The leeches in this part of Canada were a thousand times more interested in fish than in people.

I went as close to a rocky outcropping as I could, thinking Stumpy couldn’t see me there, and started to wash off.

Then Stumpy simply appeared on said outcropping and sat down, watching me. “You’ve got a nice, round, juicy bottom, too. That boy’s a lucky sonofabitch.”

“Uh… thanks?” I squeaked.

“You’re welcome,” Stumpy smiled.

I finished washing, then realized, in my haste, I’d forgotten to take the towel.

“Come back over to the dock. I’ve got a towel for you,” Stumpy said as though reading my mind.

I waded back over to the dock, trying to imagine myself as Aphrodite rising from the water instead of plain old me because she, at least, was powerful and confident while doing it.

Stumpy held out a towel and, much to my horror, wrapped me in it instead of handing it to me. “Mmm,” he murmured, sniffing me. “Strawberry.”

“Eep,” I replied, pulling away, yanking the towel with me.

“Careful now. Don’t go falling in and hitting your head on a rock. It’d be a damn shame,” Stumpy said, still ogling me.

I flitted past him and over the sandy ground back to Caleb’s and my tent, zipping the door shut behind me. There was, mercifully, a change of clothes in the tent. However, I discovered there was no bra, and the T-shirt was far too tight, making me look like… well… one of Stumpy’s pinup girls, I guessed. The pants also hugged my curves and were a size smaller than I would have liked.

My other clothes had disappeared.

“Uh… Stumpy?” I called.

“Yes?” the old man asked innocently.

It was then that I knew he’d done this on purpose. “I really need clothes my size.”

“You really don’t,” Stumpy chortled. “Now, come on out and let me feed you.”

I knew my breasts were a few sizes bigger than was decent to be going around without a bra, but I supposed in a camp full of men, a bra would be a tall order. But, if Stumpy had managed to scare up new panties, I didn’t see why he couldn’t find a bra.

I stepped out of the tent with my arms folded over my chest. “Bra,” I demanded.

Stumpy smirked. “No.”

I sighed. “Please?”

“Nope, now let’s see the girls,” Stumpy said.

I just scowled at him and kept my arms folded.

“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” Stumpy asked.

Shit. Now he was going to hold food over my head?

“Wouldn’t want Caleb to go hungry either, now would you?” Stumpy added.

Oh God. I slowly unfolded my arms.

Stumpy stared right at my chest. It didn’t escape my notice that, this tight, the shirt was also practically see-through.

“Jacket?” I asked hopefully.

Stumpy snorted. “Not a chance. All right, let’s go get you some grub.”

I followed Stumpy to the cook tent where he quickly whipped up some pancakes and bacon. Miserably, I sat down to eat.

“Don’t you worry. We’ll have you back in your tent by the time the guys get back,” Stumpy said. He was watching my chest as I ate.

“That’s good,” I muttered.

“Otherwise they’d be on you like dogs on a steak,” Stumpy continued.

And just like that, I lost my appetite. I set my knife and fork down and grimaced.

“Aww, you don’t like old Stumpy’s cooking?” Stumpy asked.

“I don’t like old Stumpy ogling me and threatening me with a gang-bang,” I grumbled.

Stumpy threw his head back and guffawed loudly. “That boy would get both of you shot if we tried it. Not that it hasn’t crossed a few of our minds.”

My stomach turned. “Look, Caleb is my one and only. And that’s how it’s going to stay.”

Stumpy blinked at me. “You mean to tell me that boy’s been hogging that body of yours since you became legal?”

Actually, since about the very moment I became legal, but Stumpy didn’t need to know that. My cheeks flamed. “Just because I’ve only been with one guy…”

“Damn, damn, damn,” Stumpy tsked. “Selfish boy, not letting you get out in the world and experience it. You might find better dick than his. More experienced…” Stumpy smiled suggestively at me.

I pushed my plate back and stood. “Thanks for breakfast,” I said. “I’m going back to my tent now.”

“Aww, hiding from old Stumpy, eh? You sure you don’t want a book to read or something? Days get awfully long without something to do,” Stumpy responded.

I hesitated. “Okay, I suppose a book would be good…”

“You one of them romance readers?” Stumpy asked.

I was, but I wasn’t going to admit that to Stumpy. “No, fantasy or mystery. Or whatever you’ve got, I guess.”

“Mmm, Fantasy. You’re going to be featuring in a few of mine,” Stumpy grinned. He took my plate and finished my food, then washed it up and put my silverware and the plate back in their respective stacks. “Come this way,” he said afterward.

I followed Stumpy back to his tent but refused to go inside, which made Stumpy laugh. He came out with three battered books - one fantasy, one mystery, and, indeed, one romance. “I’m the local library,” he explained.

“Okay, great,” I replied, looking over the books. The romance was a bodice-ripper, I could tell by the cover. I reached for the mystery.

Stumpy held it out of my reach. “Ah, ah, ah. You’ve got to pay the fee.”

“Fee?” I echoed.

“Give Stumpy a squeeze, and you can have the book,” Stumpy said.

A squeeze? Cautiously, I opened my arms for a hug.

Stumpy chuckled, reached out, and squeezed one of my breasts instead.

I yelped and jumped back, wrapping my arms around my chest.

“Perfect. Just perfect.” Stumpy handed me the book. “Enjoy. I’ll be in my tent, thinking about you and jacking off.”

I felt sickened and raced back to my tent with the book. I’d earned it, after all, though I was never asking Stumpy for a book again.

Once in my tent with the door zipped shut, I hugged my knees and let a few tears fall. I felt so… dirty.

I didn’t even touch the book all day. My breast throbbed. It wasn’t that he’d clutched it that tightly, it was that I kept reliving the memory of his skeezy touch over and over again.

As day faded into evening, I heard the four-wheelers return. I jumped when the tent door began to zip open and pushed myself as far back against the wall as I could.

When I saw it was Caleb, I let out a sob and went to him, clutching his sweaty, dirty shirt like a buoy in the middle of the ocean.

Caleb’s arms went around me immediately. “What happened?” he asked.

I was about to tell him when images of him going to kill Stumpy and then getting shot for his trouble flitted across my mind. I swallowed. “N-Nothing,” I cried.

Caleb pushed the rest of the way into the tent, making me fall backward onto the air mattress. He looked me over, a frown on his face.

“I-I didn’t choose the outfit,” I said.

“I didn’t think so,” Caleb responded. He looked at my chest, and I could see anger flash across his sapphire blue eyes.

“What?” I asked, looking down.

It was then that I saw the dirty paw mark of Stumpy’s hand over my left breast.

“Oh… um…” I thought wildly about what I could say to calm him down.

“Who touched you?” Caleb seethed.

I swallowed. “I didn’t want him to. I was just kind of… caught off guard…”

Caleb gritted his teeth. “I know, babe. I know. But no one has the right to touch you without your permission. Were you hiding in the tent all day? Were you scared?”

“A-A little,” I admitted.

Caleb sat down on the mattress. I sat up so I could snuggle into him. Then he dropped his chin on top of my head. “Who?” he asked again.

“Just Stumpy. He’s a dirty old man,” I explained. I was trying very hard to pass it off as not a big deal.

Apparently, Caleb didn’t see it that way. “He’s a dead dirty old man.”

I gripped Caleb’s shirt. “No, please. Please, Caleb. Leave it alone. I’m so scared they’ll shoot us.”

“So, am I supposed to let them all paw you?” Caleb growled.

A tear rolled down my cheek. “Maybe. I don’t know. I’m… I just don’t want you to die.”

Caleb pulled away a little bit and then kissed the tear. “Babe, I’m not going to just sit around while they hurt you.”

I hiccuped. “But what other choice do we have?”

Caleb kissed me softly. “You stay right here. I’m going to have a talk with Girard.”

My fingers remained tangled in his shirt. “Please don’t go get shot.”

Caleb untangled my fingers and kissed them one by one. “I won’t. I won’t, I promise.”

I whimpered with fear for him as he left the tent then hugged my knees to my chest and started to pray.