Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 50

-Caleb-

I knew we had to ditch the Prius. There was no way Mr. Masterson wasn’t tracking it.

“We’ll drive to Wisconsin and then stop at a rental car agency,” I invented wildly while we sped down the road. “Then we’ll ditch the Prius and just keep driving until we get to Washington D.C. or something. I don’t know. Some FBI office.”

“Okay,” Jacey agreed, clutching her seatbelt and the oh-shit bar. “Okay.”

I nodded. I didn’t know if my plan would work. Hell, I didn’t know if we were just out having a little ride that Mr. Masterson was going to end any second with the press of a button, then laugh at us while his goons dragged us back to the mansion. But we had to hold on to some kind of hope.

All my hope deflated, however, when I saw the red-and-blue lights flashing behind me.

“Shit,” I muttered.

“Caleb, you were speeding. Maybe he just wants to give you a ticket?” Jacey suggested. She sounded desperate.

Hell, we were desperate.

I pulled over and rolled down my window when the cop approached.

“Do you know how fast you were g-Caleb Killeen?” the policeman asked, surprised.

“Yes, sir,” I replied, my trepidation a hard rock in my stomach.

The officer looked past me. “Jocelyn Collins?”

“Yes, sir,” Jacey said.

“Get out of the vehicle,” the officer ordered sternly.

Oh fuck. This was it. We were completely fucked. We were going back to the mansion and never getting out again. If Masterson let us live after the baby was born.

“Sir…” I began to plead.

“Out!” the officer barked.

I sighed and stepped out of the Prius. Jacey did as well, coming around the front of the car to stand beside me.

“Get in the back,” the officer said.

I saw his partner come out of the police car and helpfully open the back door of the cops’ vehicle with its cage.

“Sir…” I protested.

“In!” the officer snapped.

Jacey began to cry silently. I put my arm around her. There was no way we could outrun these cops. We’d get tazed for sure.

I helped Jacey into the back of the police car then got in next to her. The door shut ominously beside me.

Just out of curiosity, I tried the handle, but it was a futile effort. We were trapped.

Jacey leaned her head on my shoulder and kept up a steady stream of silent tears as we pulled away from the Prius. She’d come to the same conclusion.

We were fucked.

The first officer’s partner picked up the CB handheld and called over the line. “We’ve got Caleb Killeen and Jocelyn Collins.”

To my absolute shock, Darren replied, “Bring them to the field office. STAT.”

I gaped. It was him. Even with the static, I knew it was Darren.

“Yes, sir,” the second officer said.

Then we were peeling down the road, lights and sirens.

When we got to the field office in Minneapolis, the police officers rushed us out of the back of their vehicle and into the building.

Darren was right there to greet us. “I gotta say, I was afraid we weren’t going to be able to extract you.”

“You didn’t. Will let us go,” I said flatly.

Jacey’s hand shot out with the thumb drive in her palm. “Here. Here’s whatever you wanted. Will gave it to me. Now get us away from here.”

Darren took the thumb drive with a smile. “All right, kids. You’ve done good. We’ll get you somewhere safe.”

Jacey sagged against me with relief.

I still had words, however. Words that bubbled up from within like lava. “You do know Jacey’s pregnant with the spawn of Satan junior, right?”

Darren’s smile faded. “Shit. Did he rape you?”

Jacey shook her head. “Invitro fertilization,” she replied.

“Well, we can take care of that right here in Minnesota if you want to,” Darren said. “I’ll just make a call.”

“No,” Jacey responded.

Darren and I both stared at her. “No?”

“I basically promised Will I’d keep it. So no,” Jacey said.

“Jacey, a child is a lifelong commitment,” Darren warned. “Think carefully.”

“I did,” Jacey insisted. “I’m keeping it.”

I pulled Jacey into a hug. “Okay, baby. We’ll have his baby. If that’s what you really want.”

“That’s what I really want,” Jacey said.

Darren shrugged. “All right. Let’s go get you to my office. You can wait there until WITSEC shows up.”

We followed Darren through security and up the elevator to his office.

Darren plugged the thumb drive into his computer right away. “Just gotta do a virus scan, then I can see what Will gave you.”

I didn’t give a flying fuck about it anymore. I sat on a sofa with Jacey with one arm around her, the other resting over hers on her belly. “We’re having a baby,” I murmured in awe, kissing her hair.

“Probably a boy,” Jacey responded. “He wanted an heir for his legacy, after all.”

After two hours, the antivirus software was still crawling through whatever Will had given us, and I was beginning to wonder if Witness Protection was ever going to show up.

There was a loud beep, then Darren leaned closer to his screen, clicking around with his mouse.

“Shit. This is some good shit,” Darren said, surprised.

“I kind of figured it would be,” I replied. “Will’s a stand up guy. Most of the time.”

“I’m quadruple copying this. You never know who that bastard has in his pocket.” Darren opened his desk and took out more thumb drives.

“Glad we could help,’ I said sarcastically. “Now when do we get to leave?”

Darren looked up, then past us to the door. “Now, I think.”

Two plain-clothes agents with their badges on their hips walked into Darren’s office.

“Caleb Killeen and Jocelyn Collins?” the female agent asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” I answered for us.

“You are now under the protection of the United States Witness Protection Program. You’ll be moved to another state and be given new identities. You will not set foot in Minnesota again, nor contact anyone you know until you’ve borne witness at trial. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am. Sounds great,” I said, relieved.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jacey echoed.

The female agent nodded to Darren.

“These are good officers,” Darren said. “Smith and Jamison. They’re going to take good care of you.”

“Perfect.” I stood and put my arm around Jacey again. “Let’s get out of here.”

***

I swam up behind Jacey in our small pool and slid my hands under her bikini top, cupping her swollen breasts.

Jacey groaned. Her baby bump was seven months along and looked so cute. I kissed the back of her neck and pushed her bikini bottoms aside so I could slip my rigid cock inside her.

“Caleb…” Jacey moaned, bracing herself against the side of the pool.

I had to admit, Jacey being pregnant had its advantages. Like her bigger breasts. And her voracious appetite for sex.

I wondered if I should just keep her pregnant, get up in there right after she had our first, and make our second.

Well, technically it was Will’s first, but I wasn’t splitting hairs. For all that kid was ever going to know, I was his father. And proud to be so.

I started thrusting, and Jacey made noises like a wild animal, digging her fingernails into the concrete edge of the pool.

“You like that, baby? You like it when Daddy gives you cock?” I murmured hotly in her ear.

“Yesss…” Jacey hissed. “Give me more cock, Daddy.”

I thrust harder, deeper, faster, groaning. Fuck, it was hot when she called me ‘daddy.’ She’d started when I got my head around the fact I was going to be a dad.

Jacey came with a yell. “Daddy, give me your hot cum!”

This woman was going to be the death of me. I shivered and ejaculated into my Jacey. She wrung me out, milking me for everything I may have stored in my balls.

“So, Mrs. Allan, did you like that?” I wheezed, clasping her hands on the edge of the pool to hold myself behind and inside her.

“Mhm,” Jacey sighed. “I did, Mr. Allan.” She turned her head and kissed me. “You make me so happy, Mark.”

I smiled. “Right back at ya, Angela.” I twitched her bikini top back into place as I heard Roy approaching the fence.

“Hey, you two!” he called, going on his toes to peek over. “We’re having a barbecue for dinner. Want to come?”

“Sure,” I shouted back when Jacey nodded. “Want us to bring anything?”

“Some of that potato salad Ange made last time would be great, if you’ve got the ingredients,” Roy said.

Jacey giggled. “I still have ingredients.”

“Great!” Roy responded and disappeared behind the fence once more.

Roy and Petra were our neighbors to the left. They were a nice couple in their fifties who had basically adopted us.

“You know you were still cock deep in me during that whole conversation, right?” Jacey admonished me.

“Not sorry,” I replied, sticking out my tongue.

Jacey laughed.

I stayed there a while longer, just enjoying the closeness, then sighed and pulled out. “Better get inside so I can help you with that potato salad, Angela.”

“True.” Jacey stretched, making her tits with their peaked nipples stand out.

My mouth actually watered. “On second thought…” I said, grabbing for a breast.

Jacey swatted my hand. “Potato salad, Mr. Mark Allan.”

I pouted but helped Jacey up the steps and out of the pool just the same. We toweled each other off, then went inside.

A few hours later, we walked next door to the Nelsons, Jacey wearing a beautiful lime green sundress perfect for the warm Arizona weather. It was actually a dry heat.

I came in shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, carrying a glass dish of the potato salad.

“Ange! Mark! So glad you could come,” Petra said, running up to Jacey and giving her a hug. She took the potato salad off me and brought it to the table they had set up on their lanai.

Roy was already grilling steaks and chicken breasts. I went over to do the guy thing and watch him. I was sure he was doing a perfectly fine job, but I’d learned standing over a man at the grill and giving advice was kind of a thing.

“Beer?” Roy asked, tossing me one before I even answered.

“Thanks,” I said and cracked the can open. I was just taking my first sip when two people I didn’t recognize came walking through Roy’s back gate.

“Oh, you came!” Petra beamed. After settling Jacey in a wicker chair at the table, she turned to the newcomers and gave both of them a hug. “Mark, Ange, these are our new neighbors, the Stanhopes. Leon and Gail.”

“I’d been wondering who bought the place across from us.” I walked over and shook Leon’s hand, then Gail’s. “Pleased to meet you both.”

The new couple were probably in their forties, both with brown hair and brown eyes. They were rather nondescript except that Gail had a mole on her left cheek, sort of like Marilyn Monroe.

“Pleased to meet you as well,” Leon replied.

Gail looked over at Jacey as Petra fawned over her, getting her a lemonade and making sure she wasn’t getting too much sun. “How far along is she? About six months?”

“Seven,” I said. “We’re expecting the birth of a bouncing baby boy in April.”

“How sweet.” Gail went to go see Jacey.

Leon followed me back over to the grill, and, per custom, we gave Roy advice while he turned the steaks and the chicken.

Once all was ready, Roy brought the meat to the table, and we all sat down and started serving each other up.

I cut Jacey’s steak for her, kissing her on the cheek.

“Well, aren’t you two cuter than a puddle of puppies,” Leon said.

Jacey turned pale and dropped her lemonade.

The glass shattered on the ground.