Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 35

-Jacey-

Caleb, of course, wasn’t satisfied with just a kiss. But then, neither was I. I straddled Caleb’s hips and pulled my sweatshirt over my head.

“Mmm… yeah, baby. Just like that,” Caleb said, squeezing my thighs as I ground against him.

I reached behind me and unsnapped my bra.

Caleb licked his lips. “Feed me those titties.”

I giggled but did as he asked, leaning forward and curving my hand behind his head so he could lick and suck to his heart’s content.

After feasting for a while, Caleb laid his head back and groaned. “Baby, we need a condom.”

Oh. Right. I would have forgotten. “Where are they?” I asked.

“Sock drawer. Under the socks.” Caleb gave my thighs one last squeeze before releasing me.

I went through the shared bathroom and into Caleb’s room. It felt forbidden in a kind of sexy way to be in there, going through his things. I found the sock drawer quickly, as well as the box of XL condoms.

It was an open box, which meant he’d used them with another woman. I tried not to think about that fact when I brought them back into my bedroom.

Caleb had used my absence as an opportunity to take his clothes off. When he saw me, his brow furrowed. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” I said quickly. I ripped a condom from the pack and started opening it.

Caleb plucked it from my hands and deftly opened it with his teeth.

I swallowed and looked away, concentrating on taking my clothes off.

“You either tell me what’s wrong, or we’re not having sex.” Caleb tipped my chin up.

“It’s just… you seem really adept at this,” I tried to explain. “You know, and the box was already open…”

Caleb tugged me down onto the bed next to him. He smoothed my hair off my face, his own expression serious. “Baby, I can’t pretend I haven’t been with other women. But I can promise I won’t be with anyone but you until you get tired of me and kick me to the curb.”

I blinked. “You think I’ll ever do that?”

“Well… I really hope not. But you’re just eighteen and…” Caleb started.

“And you’re just twenty-two. I have no intention of ‘kicking you to the curb.’ I’ve wanted you and fantasized about you and loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you,” I confessed.

Caleb kissed me, long and slow. “That makes me feel ten feet tall. And trust me, you featured in more than a few of my fantasies.”

I brought his hand down to my breast. “Show me.”

“Not yet,” Caleb murmured, kissing me again. “I need you too much right now.” He finished taking the condom out of the packet. I watched him roll the latex over his long, thick, leaking cock.

“You’ll have to teach me how to do that,” I said, stroking my hand up and down the oily, lubed surface.

“Later. I promise. Fantasies and condoms. But right now I need a slice of Jacey pie,” Caleb grinned. He rolled me onto my back. “Condom’s lubed but…” He ran his finger along my slit and then licked it. “Don’t think lube’s going to be a problem.”

“Is it ever?” I breathed, widening my legs for him.

“Nope.” Caleb lifted one of my knees over his hip then pushed in where he belonged.

It felt… different. Not bad different, just… different. I closed my eyes while Caleb started thrusting, his thumb…

I jumped. “Caleb, that’s–”

“I know. Shh. Just let me. You know I always make you feel good,” Caleb murmured.

The man was seriously wriggling his thumb into my ass!

Between that and the condom, things felt very different. But, again, not bad.

“I think I prefer your dick bare,” I said after a while, squeezing my eyes shut as Caleb did something sinful BACK THERE while thrusting inside me.

“Trust me, baby, I feel the same way,” Caleb assured me. He wiggled his thumb again. “How do you like it?”

I blushed. “It felt weird at first, but then… I got all tingly.”

“Yeah. That’s what it’s supposed to feel like.” Caleb kissed me then started thrusting harder and faster, moving his thumb in time with his thrusts.

I panted. I clung. I came hard, biting down on his shoulder to keep from screaming his name.

Caleb groaned, and I knew he was cumming in the condom.

It wasn’t the same.

“I really need to get that IUD. Like tomorrow,” I muttered.

Caleb barked out a laugh. “No argument here. But are we really just going to do it the one time because the condom’s…?”

“A nuisance,” I decided. “It’s a nuisance, and it doesn’t feel right.”

Caleb pulled out of me then and peeled the nuisance off, tying it at the end and tossing it on the floor. “Remind me to put that in my garbage can. We’ve already got one parent breathing down our necks.”

“She seemed really angry,” I observed. “And… disappointed, I guess?”

“She… was,” Caleb said with a wince. “But there’s not a whole lot we can do about that except to stop engaging in activities like this and, well, I just don’t think I have that kind of restraint.”

“Jeanie doesn’t like it that we’re in love, does she? I mean, even if we did stop having sex, she’d still be mad about that, wouldn’t she? If that’s the case, I don’t think it matters, honestly,” I replied.

“True.” Caleb slid his hand down between my legs and pushed two fingers inside. “My baby, still all ready for me.” He sighed. “I’m supposed to be the responsible adult. But all I can think of is that it can’t hurt to do it once or twice without a condom.”

I rolled my eyes. Mostly at Caleb’s comment, but also because he found just the right spot inside me, and I was gushing around his fingers. “Guess that means I have to be the responsible adult.”

“Yeah.” Caleb brought me to orgasm with his fingers and I whimpered.

“Okay. Okay, just for tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll see if I can get the IUD put in, but for the love of God, Caleb, put your dick in me!” I begged.

Caleb tossed the condom box over the side of the bed and pulled me into his lap. He knelt on the bed while he speared me with his rigid cock, and I rode him hard and fast.

“I… don’t want to pull out, baby,” Caleb gasped as my inner muscles began squeezing around his cock.

“Don’t. Don’t pull out. Fill me up,” I said, hanging on for dear life as Caleb bounced me up and down on his dick.

“Good girl,” Caleb wheezed, and he came at the same time I did.

Strangely, I felt an extra thrill of danger as Caleb ejaculated inside me. Like we were doing something taboo.

“Is it weird I only feel we’re doing something forbidden because I didn’t wear a condom, not because our parents are married?” Caleb asked.

I giggled. “I totally feel the same way.”

Caleb kissed me. “That was the right way to do it. I don’t want there to be anything plastic between me and you.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

***

Caleb came inside me one more time before dinner. Jeanie smacked plates of rice and chicken in front of us, then sat down next to my father, her eyes sharp and accusing.

“Lying,” she muttered. “Under my own roof.”

Fucking. She meant fucking.

I thought we’d been pretty quiet. Maybe I was wrong.

“You did say they would tell us in their own time,” my father pointed out, though he also glared at us.

“Hmm. I’m starting to doubt that,” Jeanie sniffed.

Caleb stabbed his chicken with his fork and sawed at it with his knife without saying a word.

I decided to do the same.

“No ‘thank you’ to your mother for dinner?” my father scolded.

God, I wished we were still in my bedroom with Caleb cock deep inside me, making me feel good. “Thank you, Jeanie,” I said contritely.

“Thanks, Mom,” Caleb echoed me. He shoved a bite of chicken into his mouth and chewed on it angrily.

“Hmph. Not very polite, these kids. After we drove all that way to get them,” my father muttered.

Caleb set his knife and fork down with a loud clang. “We found an illegal logging operation when we left you guys and crossed the lake. There, I said it. Now you can let us eat in peace.”

I felt the blood drain from my face. Oh God, he was really going to tell them!

My father frowned. “An illegal logging operation?”

“Yes. And four people are dead because of it. The guy who brought us to the border said it was too dangerous for us to be in witness protection. So here we are, back home, enjoying your very gracious hospitality,” Caleb growled.

“Dead?” My father looked at me. “How are they dead? What happened? Jacey, did you see some people get hurt?”

I made circles in my rice with my fork. “Yes.”

“Caleb, you let Jacey see people get hurt?!” my father said accusingly.

“The first one was going to rape me,” I defended Caleb quietly.

Whereas I had gone pale, my father turned bright red with rage. “Rape you?!”

“Caleb saved me. Now, can we please stop talking about it?” I whispered.

My father, of course, would not let the subject go. “How did you save her, Caleb? What happened?”

“I hit him with a rock. And he died,” Caleb grunted. I put my hand on his knee under the table.

“You… Caleb, you killed someone?” Jeanie gasped.

“He didn’t mean to. He just wanted to stop him,” I said.

Caleb’s hand slid over mine. “He had a gun. I didn’t know what else to do.”

For once, our parents were blessedly silent.

“So… can we stop talking about it now?” I asked.

“You said there were three others,” my father pressed.

Okay, apparently we couldn’t stop talking about it.

“We… brought two Mounties out to the logging site for them to investigate or make arrests or whatever they were planning to do. But it turned out that the conservation officer who brought us was in the loggers’ pocket. Girard showed up and shot both the Mounties,” Caleb sighed.

“Girard?” my father said.

“The leader of the loggers,” I explained.

“We managed to get away,” Caleb went on, glossing over the whole ectopic pregnancy thing. “Then a detective decided to help us, but he got shot, too. So his colleague brought us to the border, and now, here we are.”

“Oh God, how awful.” Jeanie finally looked warm and sympathetic.

“Christ.” My father rubbed a hand over his face. “Well, first thing’s first. We need to get you to the police…”

Caleb shook his head. “We tried that already. That’s how the Mounties and the detective got killed. Al, the guy in witness protection who brought us to the border, said we should just live and let live. So we live.”

“But…” My father frowned.

Jeanie squeezed his arm. “We don’t want them getting killed. And like Caleb said, they already tried to do the right thing and almost got killed for it. I think… now is the time to start thinking about therapy.”

“Hmph.” My father regarded both of us, then gave a sage nod. “Yes. Therapy. Can’t go seeing all those dead people without needing therapy. Hell, Caleb even killed someone!”

Caleb flinched at my father’s words. I knew the wound was still raw.

I winced and squeezed Caleb’s hand.

“And it’s a good thing he did, too,” Jeanie decided. “Now, let’s stop pestering him about it and eat our dinner.”

Caleb would need sex after dinner. I knew it. And it was the best and only therapy I could offer him. I slid my hand over to the front of his pants and rubbed him there, confirming for him what was going to happen.

Parts of Caleb relaxed, except one part that stiffened under my touch. He attacked his chicken and rice with a voracious appetite.

I finished my chicken quickly as well. Then I got up and started taking people’s plates, letting Caleb settle himself down.

“Should we watch a family movie?” Jeanie suggested.

Family movie? Oh God no! “Um…”

“That sounds like a great idea, love,” my father said, giving Jeanie a besotted kiss.

I looked at Caleb. Caleb looked at me.

Apparently, a good therapeutic fuck was going to have to wait.