Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 33

-Jacey-

I must have fallen asleep on Caleb, because the next thing I knew, he was jostling me awake. I blinked blearily at him, then made a sound of protest when he scooped me off of his lap and onto the chair next to him. “Caleb!”

Caleb pointed out the window, and, sure enough, my father’s Suburban was pulling up. I quickly put another prudent chair between us before my father and Jeanie walked into the main building.

My father zeroed in on Caleb automatically. “I ought to take my belt to you, boy.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Caleb shot back.

And just like that, things were back to normal. Caleb and my father staring each other down, and Jeanie putting her hand on my father’s arm to calm him.

“You’re a bad influence on my daughter. I think maybe you should find your own apartment,” my father growled at Caleb as he rose.

The pleather of the chair underneath me creaked as I stood as well. “He’s not a bad influence, Dad. You’ve got a bad temper,” I said loyally.

“Well, your little adventure didn’t end well, did it?” my father snapped at both of us.

I thought of the almost baby and ducked my chin. “No. No, it didn’t.”

“Hank, let’s discuss this in the car. I don’t want Caleb wasting all his money on an apartment. It’s a whole year he’s taking off to earn money for college,” Jeanie pleaded with my father.

“Maybe he should have thought of that before he corrupted my little girl!” my father groused, but let Jeanie lead him back out of the station.

I guessed we were expected to follow.

“Caleb,” I said in a low tone as I fell into step next to him. “Please don’t antagonize my dad. I…”

“Jacey. We are going to fuck every goddamn day right under that bastard’s roof.” Caleb’s jewel blue eyes flashed. “I know what we agreed about revenge fucking, but that sonofabitch…”

I bit my lip. “So, no waiting three months?”

“I’ll wear condoms,” Caleb grunted.

I snorted. “No, you won’t.”

“A man can change his ways,” Caleb said.

“Did… you not wear condoms with the other girls?” I hazarded. I’d been trying not to dig too deeply into his past relationships. I didn’t want to get jealous.

Caleb looked down at me, then at my father and Jeanie talking outside, then crowded me out of sight next to a vending machine and kissed me thoroughly. I could feel his thick dick through my pants and moaned against his mouth.

I would have let him have me right there in front of God, the border patrol agent, and everyone, but Caleb pulled back, panting, his forehead pressed to mine. “I always wore condoms with the other girls. Always. I never once forgot. But fuck, Jacey, you make me forget my own name, much less protection.”

“Then I guess I should look into an IUD,” I said breathlessly.

“Yeah. Good plan.” Caleb’s lips lowered to mine again.

The border patrol agent cleared his throat. “Your parents are about to come looking for you. I get the impression they don’t know, so you might want to stop dry humping next to the vending machines.”

Caleb reluctantly stopped the drugging kisses, and I even more reluctantly let him go.

I’d just managed to get myself presentable again when the door to the main building banged open. “Well?!” my father demanded. “Are you coming?!”

“Yes, Dad. We’re coming.” I walked out of the main building with Caleb close behind me. I imagined he was trying to hide his hard-on.

My father got himself into the driver’s seat while Caleb and I got in the back. Jeanie was already in the passenger seat.

“Can’t believe I had to drive twelve hours to pick up your asses,” my father grumbled, throwing the Suburban into gear. “I can’t believe how irresponsible you were, Caleb. You took Jacey back into Canada? And one of the border patrolmen out here thought you’d exposed her to some kind of dangerous situation. All you had to do was drive south. South! Did you get your directions mixed up?!”

“If I tell you you’re an asshole, are you going to make me get out and walk again?” Caleb countered.

Jeanie put a hand on my father’s before he could reply. “Caleb. Hank drove twelve hours to come get you. And he is very concerned about what might have happened to Jacey. Please be more polite.”

Caleb opened his mouth to say something I was sure would not be complementary, so I bumped my ankle against his.

He closed his mouth and turned to stare out the window, his jaw tense.

I rubbed my tennis shoe against his and he finally smiled slightly and rubbed back.

“So what exactly did you get into?” my father demanded.

Caleb flinched and I looked down at my hands. I wasn’t going to tell Caleb’s story and he wasn’t going to tell mine, so we both just stayed silent.

“What? Cat got your tongues?” my father grunted, turning to glare at us.

“Hank, watch the road!” Jeanie gasped.

Caleb and I both snapped our attention to the front window, but Jeanie was panicking for nothing. My father was keeping the Suburban on an even course.

Still, my father turned back around, grumbling under his breath.

“I’m sure they’ll tell us when they’re ready,” Jeanie soothed my father.

“If I find out something happened to my Jacey because of you, Caleb Killeen…” my father growled. But his voice had lost a lot of its venom.

Caleb glanced over at me and I could tell from the heat in his eyes that he needed to blow off some steam. Namely with me riding his dick.

We’d just have to address the revenge fucking thing again later. My father was being a real pill, and Caleb was doing his best to keep it together. A handjob at an obliging rest stop might not be a bad idea.

“I… need to go to the bathroom,” I lied.

“Me, too,” Caleb said quickly.

My father groaned, the steering wheel creaking because he gripped it so hard. “You’ve GOT to be kidding me. We only just left the station!”

“I need to go, too,” Jeanie added softly.

That changed my father’s attitude in an instant. “Of course, my precious darling. Gotta keep baby happy.” He took one of Jeanie’s hands and kissed it.

I kicked Caleb when he made a retching sound.

My father glared at him in the rearview mirror. “I’ll remember that the next time you’re kissing your girlfriend.”

Considering the fact I was Caleb’s girlfriend and my father would N-E-V-E-R see us kissing, that was an empty threat.

But my father didn’t know that.

My father pulled off the highway and into a cute little wooded rest stop. Jeanie jumped out of the car immediately and raced for the bathrooms.

I saw the bathrooms at this rest stop were conveniently lockable little stalls around the perimeter of the building. One side was labeled ‘Women’s’ and the other side ‘Men’s.’

“I’ll keep the door open,” Caleb whispered to me as he strode confidently toward the men’s side.

I went to the women’s side, then snuck around the back of the building and over to the men’s. My father was walking around the Suburban, checking the tires.

Caleb tugged my arm from inside one of the stalls, then closed and locked the door behind us.

“You are a very bad boy, Mr. Killeen,” I scolded him, wagging my finger.

“I know. I’m sorry,” Caleb said, sounding contrite. “But I’m not going to make it twelve hours with that asshole being… an asshole.”

“That asshole happens to be my dad,” I reminded Caleb. But I was already unzipping his pants.

“I’m sorry about that, too,” Caleb muttered. Then his breath caught as I squeezed his dick, frowning at him. “Okay, okay, I’ll lay off.”

“You’re only getting this because my dad won’t lay off,” I told him. Then I started jerking him off.

Caleb bit back a groan and leaned back against a side wall. “Pull your shirt up. I want to cum on your tits.”

I rolled my eyes and did as he asked, pulling my bra down so my breasts popped out.

Caleb reached out and rubbed my breast, paying special attention to my nipples.

“No fair. I’m going to be all wet in the car,” I sighed.

“And I’m going to think about that all the way until we stop for gas and I have you riding my dick,” Caleb said.

“I’m not sure we should do that until we get home.” I tried to be firm.

Caleb leaned in and licked, then nipped my nipple.

I moaned. It was a losing battle.

“There’s my girl.” Caleb pushed me down on my knees so his cock was level with my breasts. “Make me cum, baby.”

I did just that. I jerked him off until his thick, white cum jetted onto my breasts.

Caleb did groan then.

The door shook as someone banged on it. “What’s going on in there?!” my father called.

I covered my mouth with my hands.

Caleb calmly went and got some paper towels and wiped his cum off my breasts and face. “I had a hard poop, did you need to know about it?! Jesus!”

“Oh.” My father’s foot tapped on the concrete outside the door. “Well, hurry up. I want to get back on the road.”

“Yes, sir,” Caleb said sarcastically.

My father walked away, grumbling about what an ungrateful little shit Caleb was.

“Gas station,” I agreed when Caleb raised an eyebrow at me.

Caleb got my breasts back into the cups of my bra and twitched my sweatshirt down. “Gas station.”

Caleb left the stall first, a new swagger in his step that I wanted to swat him for. When Caleb had my father distracted, and the coast was clear, I stepped out of the stall.

“Jacey, what are you doing on the men’s side?” Jeanie asked.

I jumped and turned. “Oh! Jeanie, you scared me!”

“Sorry,” Jeanie said. But her eyes were narrowed on me, and she didn’t seem that sorry at all. “What were you doing on the men’s side?”

“I didn’t like any of the stalls on the women’s side?” I tried.

Jeanie shook her head slowly. “I swear that’s the same stall Caleb was using. What’s going on, Jacey?”

“I… this is the stall next to his. Pure coincidence,” I lied.

“That’s not true. I know what I saw,” Jeanie said, putting her hands on her hips.

I blew out a long breath and tried to think of a better lie.

“Are you two keeping secrets from us?” Jeanie asked. “About what happened in Canada?”

Wow, I wasn’t even going to have to lie. “Yes.”

Jeanie put a soft hand on my shoulder. “I wish you would tell us, Jacey. And don’t go sneaking around bathroom stalls with Caleb anymore. People will get the wrong idea.”

They’d be getting the right idea, but I wasn’t going to tell Jeanie that. “O-Okay.” So much for the gas station.

Jeannie nodded, satisfied, and we made our way back to the truck.

Caleb blinked when he saw his mother. I don’t know what expression she gave him, but it made him pale.

When we got into the Suburban, Caleb leaned over to me and whispered, “What happened?”

“She caught me coming out of your stall,” I whispered back. “She thinks we just snuck in there to talk about Canada. Keeping secrets.”

Caleb looked relieved. Then that relief melted into disappointment. “No gas station?”

“No gas station,” I replied with a little pout of my own.

“What are you two whispering about?” my father demanded.

We sprang apart. “Nothing!”

“Hmm. Well, that’s only going to fly for so long. Sooner or later, you’re going to tell me what happened in Canada. Every little detail.” My father sounded confident in his edict.

Caleb bit his lip, trying not to laugh. It was funny. I was fairly certain my father would not want to hear every little detail.

“You think something’s funny about that, son?” my father snapped.

Caleb cleared his throat. “No, sir.”

“Liar. But you won’t be laughing for long. Trust me,” my father grunted. Then he drove us away from the rest stop.