Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 83

-Caleb-

We got very comfortable in our RV. For months, Hansen drove the beast all over Minnesota just waiting for word that it was time for us to give our depositions.

I was pretty sure I had sex with Jacey in all of the ten thousand lakes. It wasn’t exactly convenient to have us all in the RV when we were feeling frisky.

Jacey was laying underneath me in the sand on the beach of lake 10,001 while I thrust into her, both of us moaning in ecstasy, when Hansen called out loudly.

“It’s time, kids. Finish up and come back to the RV. You’re giving depositions tomorrow.”

Breathing heavily, I still managed an, “Okay!”

Jacey spiked her fingers through my hair and cried out as her body trembled, squeezing my cock while she came.

I pumped her full of my cum then collapsed on her, panting. We were both going to need a shower to get all the sand off. Luckily, there was a shower in the RV.

While I wanted to rest there for a while, I knew Hansen would come find us if we didn’t show up soon, so I reluctantly pulled out of Jacey and stood, holding out my hand to her.

She took my hand, and I pulled her to her feet. Sand trickled off both our bodies. I brushed some off her ass, holding her against me.

“Caleb,” she giggled, leaning up to kiss my cheek. “Hansen’s going to come down here any second. We need to get dressed!”

I gave a caveman grunt. “I could just carry you off into the woods and have my way with you.”

Jacey laughed harder. “You just had your way with me.”

I leaned down and kissed the shell of her ear. “It wasn’t enough.”

She shivered but gave my chest a firm push. “Don’t you go getting me all hot and bothered, Caleb Killeen. Now, where’d you toss my dress?”

With a sigh, I let her wander off a little way to where I’d tossed her dress and went hunting for my own clothes. Jacey’s panties were sticking out of my jeans pocket, but that was probably the best place for them, for now. She needed to get the sand off her before we could put those back on her.

I just had to live with the discomfort as I pulled my jeans up over my sandy body. I wore draped my shirt around the back of my neck, though. I didn’t need to be itchy and chafing all over.

Jacey bounced back over to me in her sundress. She’d taken to wearing those, which I liked because it meant easier access for me. Honestly, I didn’t know why she even bothered with panties.

“Okay. Let’s go shower,” she said, taking my hand.

“You know there’s only room for one of you in that thing at a time, right?” Hansen grunted, and we both jumped.

“Hansen!” I griped, putting myself in front of Jacey before remembering she wasn’t naked anymore. “How many times do I have to tell you to make some noise or something?”

“Sorry.” He wasn’t a bit sorry, and we both knew it. “I’m telling you, though. You break it, we’re all going to smell pretty bad tomorrow at the deposition.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I grumbled. I tugged on Jacey’s hand, and we followed Hansen back up to the camper.

Bea smirked at us as we went inside. “Did you kids have fun?”

“Always,” I grinned while Jacey blushed. I kissed her neck. “You go ahead and shower first. I’ll wait out here.”

“Okay.” Jacey headed to the back of the RV. Soon, I could hear water running.

Hansen sat down in the driver’s seat next to Bea and swung around to face me. “You really ought to marry that girl.”

“I will, just as soon as we’re done running from Masterson, the sheik, and half the world.” I flopped down in another chair. “You know, she should be going to college and pursuing her dreams. It really sucks that the only thing I can do for her is…”

“Screw her senseless?” Bea offered.

I winced. “Yeah, I guess.”

“And love her with all your heart,” she amended, patting my knee. “We’re going to try to get you out of this mess. Hopefully, once the trial’s over, there will be more we can do.”

“After the trial’s over, you’re handing us over to Interpol,” I reminded her.

Bea gave me a sympathetic look. “Yeah, I suppose that’s true.”

“Look on the bright side. You can screw her on every surface in Europe and maybe actually get married in Paris,” Hansen suggested.

“Thanks,” I replied sardonically.

“Anytime.” He looked past me, and I turned around, seeing that Jacey was dressed in a new sundress and out of the bathroom.

I stood and walked over to give her a sandy hug. She swatted my chest. “Caleb! You’re getting me all dirty again!”

“Getting you dirty is my favorite activity,” I grinned, and she swatted me again.

“Go shower. I set out some clothes for you,” she said.

I slid my hand down to squeeze her ass, then let go with a light peck on her lips. “I’ll be out soon.”

She rolled her eyes but still gave me a coy smile that went straight to my dick. “Don’t be long.”

“Yeah, don’t be long! I want to get going,” Hansen said.

“Yessir.” I went and showered off the sand, wishing, for the millionth time, that the shower was big enough to hold two of us. After that smile, I wanted another round. Maybe two.

I came back dressed and ready to go. Hansen threw the RV in gear, and we started back down to the cities.

“It’s about a twelve hour drive, so, you kids might want to go take a rest,” he called over his shoulder once we finally reached a paved road.

We must have been somewhere near the Boundary Waters. At least, that was my guess.

“You could play checkers or chess,” Bea suggested.

“We’ve done that,” Jacey groaned, making a face. “A lot.”

“Monopoly?” Bea offered.

With a pout, Jacey looked at me. “Caleb always wins. I think he cheats.”

I theatrically put a hand to my chest. “You wound me! I would never!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jacey gave me a scowl then grinned.

“What?” I asked.

It didn’t take long to find out ‘what.’ Sitting across from her at the table, half out of sight of Bea and Hansen, had been a very, very bad idea.

I felt Jacey’s toes creep up the inside of my thigh then over my cock. She started massaging my dick through my jeans.

I gave her a warning look, but it was no use. She just smiled innocently while she rubbed my dick with the ball of her foot.

Stifling a groan, I gripped the edge of the table while she rubbed one out of me. I knew I absolutely destroyed my boxers when I came. I just hoped it didn’t show through my jeans.

I was so getting her back for this.

But not now. Later.

There must have been something mischievous in my expression because she wagged a finger at me. As if that was going to stop me.

I locked my hands in front of me and twiddled my thumbs, signaling to her that her time was coming.

Jacey licked her lips in anticipation.

That one little gesture, plus the fact she was still making little circles with her toes, made me cum again.

“I’m going to go take a nap,” I said, standing and quickly facing the back of the RV.

“Have fun,” Jacey responded, though she pouted a little.

I frowned at her, and she still gave me an innocent look. Minx.

In the back of the RV, once I’d closed the dividing door, I changed out of my pants and boxers and put on a new pair of each. Then I flopped down on the bed I shared with Jacey and closed my eyes.

Sleep didn’t come.

And didn’t come.

And didn’t come.

It should have come. Jacey and I’d had a very active afternoon. But all I could think about was the upcoming deposition. Would Masterson be waiting for us? Was this all going to be one big elaborate trap, and Hansen’s and Bea’s efforts were for nothing?

We still needed to make it to testify in court. How were we going to do that without putting ourselves right in Masterson’s sights? Or the sheik’s? Or whoever?

Hansen was right. I should marry Jacey. We should get married, go to school, and fuck like rabbits until she gave us a houseful of kids.

Well, probably fuck like rabbits afterward, too, but I wasn’t counting that. I just wanted a nice, relaxed life with the woman I loved. Was that too much to ask for?

Instead, even if we did make it through all this mess in one piece, we were going to be looking over our shoulders for the rest of our lives.

I punched my pillow. It just wasn’t fair.

“Caleb?”

I craned my head around and saw Jacey in the master bedroom doorway. “Hey, babe.”

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“No.” I patted the bed next to me and opened my arm so I could tuck her into my side.

She snuggled right in, turning to face me so our faces were just a breath apart. “What’s wrong?”

“Everything,” I said. “Everything’s wrong. I’m… I’m just so worried we’re not going to make it out of this okay. And… even if we do… our whole lives are going to be about hiding.”

Jacey nuzzled my nose with hers. “We’ll have each other.”

“Yeah, but… how do we even plan for a family? Or live our lives? I want to go to school. I know you do, too, even if you haven’t decided what you want to do yet. That’s all part of the adventure. We should be able to be young and… I dunno… carefree together,” I sighed.

“Well, that would be nice,” she admitted. “But we just don’t get to have it, I guess.”

I stared at her. “You’re not mad about that?”

“I am.” She wrapped her arms around me. “I just try not to think about it too much. I try to be grateful for what I have. Which is you.”

Though still frustrated, I managed a smile. “You’re grateful for me?”

“Every day,” she replied without hesitation.

I cupped the back of her head and curled my fingers into her hair. “I’m grateful for you, too,” I whispered and gave her a long, passionate kiss.