Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 84

-Jacey-

Hansen took the first shift driving through the night. Since we got the summons in the late afternoon, it was mostly going to be night driving, and he and Bea would be switching off.

That meant Bea was sleeping in the berth closest to the master bedroom, snoring away while I tried to sleep through it. I could tell from his breathing that Caleb wasn’t asleep either.

Bea’s snoring wasn’t the only thing keeping me awake. Nervousness over the coming deposition, and the following trial, had me a complete mess on the inside, if I was honest. I was trying to stay positive for Caleb’s sake, but his point about us never being able to have normal lives stuck with me. Would we have any children? Would that even be a responsible decision, given the danger we’d always be in?

And what about school and careers and stuff like that? I mean, I was still undecided about what I wanted to be, but I wanted to be something. And Caleb desperately wanted to be a doctor. Would we be able to do any of those things?

What I really wanted to do was cry, but I bit my lip to keep myself from sobbing. Caleb was wrapped around me. He’d be able to feel that.

Speaking of what Caleb was ‘feeling,’ he shifted his hand from my waist to my breast, thumbing my nipple through the shirt of his I was wearing as a kind of nightgown.

“Caleb…” I whispered, not sure if there was more warning or longing in my tone. “Bea’s right outside. And it’s not like that door is anywhere near soundproofed.”

We’d never done it in the RV. It was just too crowded. And even though we had our own room with a sliding pocket door separating it from the rest of the vehicle, like Bea’s snoring, noise carried. I thought Bea and Hansen liked it because then they could hear if something went wrong.

Caleb smoothed his hand back down to my waist, and I thought that was going to be the end of it, but then his hand went lower. He grabbed the hem of my/his shirt and dragged it up.

I knew I should have discouraged him. But if all he wanted was a little heavy petting, I figured that would be okay. It would distract us both from the snoring and me from my worries.

Sitting up, I held my arms up so Caleb could take the T-shirt off, leaving me in my panties. Then he pulled me back against his naked chest, cradling me between his legs while he reached around the front of me and fondled my breasts, sending little zings of pleasure all through my body.

I leaned back against his chest, letting him do what he wanted. Then he hooked my legs over his and spread them. I knew what he was going to do. I knew, and I didn’t stop him.

He moved one hand down into my panties, the other still tugging at my nipple. “Don’t make a sound,” he whispered hotly in my ear as he cupped my mound then moved the fabric strip between my legs aside in order to touch me intimately.

How was I not supposed to make a sound? Especially when two of his fingers pushed inside me, and he started thumbing my clit while he finger-fucked me.

“Caleb…” I bit back a moan.

“Shhh.” He took his fingers out right as I was about to come. I made a sound of protest in my throat.

He chuckled softly and kissed the back of my neck. I felt his knuckles brush against my ass, as well as the waistband of his boxers.

I knew I shouldn’t let him keep going, but I was on fire, and my head was a mess. here was only one thing that could make it all go away. I arched back against him as he guided the head of his big, fat dick inside me, biting the inside of my cheek so I didn’t cry out in pleasure.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he whispered, pulling my hips down so he slid in as far as he could go. I whimpered, and he covered my mouth with his hand. “Help me fuck you. You know what to do.”

I did—and I did. I moved up and down on his cock while he cupped his hand around my front and worried my clit with his fingers. He kept his hand over my mouth, thank God, or we’d be giving Bea and possibly even Hansen something to listen to.

When I came, Caleb bit my shoulder to stifle his own grunt. But he kept going. He didn’t cum.

It was only then I realized I was being punished for making him cum in his pants earlier that day.

I stopped helping, but this did not deter him, and frankly, I was glad it didn’t. It just felt so good to not think about the future for a while.

He shifted us so I was on all fours. My body shook with the force of his thrusts and my own pleasure.

Caleb bit me again when he finally came, and I was, again, grateful for his hand over my mouth because I came at the same time, trembling as my orgasm washed through me.

We collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs. I panted. He panted.

Then the worried thoughts came rushing back, and I sighed, pressing my forehead against his shoulder.

He stroked my back. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I’m going to be there, too.”

I decided I hadn’t been fooling anyone. He knew I was just as scared as he was. “Caleb?” I said.

Caleb tucked my hair behind my ear. “Yeah, baby?”

“Once it’s all done and we’re settled, I’d still like to have a baby with you,” I murmured.

He smiled, and his lips brushed against mine. “I’d like that, too.”

***

Bea smirked at us the next morning, and I knew the jig was up. “Have a nice night?” she teased.

I’m pretty sure I went as red as my Pop-Tarts’ filling, but Caleb managed to keep a straight face.

“I have no idea to what you could be referring,” he said blandly.

“Ahuh. Just remember, you break it, you buy it,” Hansen grumbled, joining us with a jam-smeared piece of toast on a plate.

“Oh come on, we weren’t going that h—” Caleb began, then stopped himself. “I mean, what now?”

Bea burst out laughing. “You two are cuter than a bug’s ear. Ah, to be so young and in love…”

“And at it like rabbits all the time…” Hansen added.

“It’s part of the young and in love thing. Don’t knock it,” Bea scolded him.

“I’m not knocking it. I’m kind of jealous, actually. Been a long time since this old man could pull an all-nighter,” Hansen chuckled.

It was official. This was how I would die. I’d die of embarrassment in front of two super-secret FBI agents.

Caleb rubbed my back. “We didn’t want to wake you up with another rousing game of Monopoly.”

Hansen snorted. “Probably would have been quieter.”

I groaned.

“Funny, it sounded something like that last night,” Hansen grinned. “But, in all seriousness, we do need to get you guys ready for your deposition.”

“How does it work?” Caleb asked while I died a million quiet deaths.

“Lawyers from both sides sit in a room with you and ask you questions. It can last up to seven hours for each of you—” Bea said.

Caleb interrupted. “What do you mean ‘for each’ of us? Aren’t we going in together?”

Bea winced. “No, Caleb. You each get deposed separately. But don’t worry. All you need to do is tell the truth. Then you can’t stumble over anything in court later.”

“I mean, of course we’re going to tell the truth,” he sighed. “But I was hoping I’d get to be with Jacey.”

Hansen shook his head. “That’s not how it works.”

“They want to see you first then Jacey tomorrow,” Bea continued explaining.

“This is some bullshit. I don’t want Jacey facing those vultures alone!” Caleb protested.

I wanted to cry. That’s what I really wanted to do. A desperate fear wrapped itself around my throat and squeezed. But, Caleb needed to calm down. And I was the only one who could make that happen. I put my hand on his thigh and looked up at him with a forced, confident smile. “It’ll be okay. We’ll both do fine.”

Caleb raised an eyebrow at me. Okay, so I wasn’t fooling him at all. “You should have someone with you,” he reiterated.

“It’s not possible, Caleb. Let it go,” Hansen said sternly.

Caleb whipped his head around, and his mouth opened to say something I was sure was going to be very counterproductive, if not downright insulting.

I tugged on his wrist, and he looked back at me. “Caleb? Please? It’s just two days. We’ve got Bea and Hansen. We’ll be okay.”

A low growl emanated from Caleb’s throat, but he finally hunched back in his chair with a loud huff. “Nothing had better happen to her,” he warned Hansen and Bea.

“We’ll do our best,” Hansen replied.

“Oh, that makes me feel just fantastic,” Caleb grunted.

Bea patted his hand. “We don’t want to make any false promises. This is a risk. But getting Masterson behind bars, and then the sheik, is probably the only way to get your lives back.”

“Or at least some semblance of a life,” Hansen said.

“It’s okay, Caleb. This is what’s best,” I chimed in.

“Nothing about this is okay. Nothing about this has ever been okay.” Caleb shook his head. “I want you to know, this is all because your dad’s a dick and I lost my temper.”

I thought all the way back to when he and I took off from our campsite on the lake in Canada, where we’d been for the most innocent of family vacations. Camp. Fish. Roast marshmallows. Instead, we ended up lost in the woods in a murderous man’s cabin. He chased us to Masterson’s illegal logging operation.

And that, as they say, was that.

“It’s not your fault. And I’d say Dad’s paid the price,” I said softly, kissing his shoulder. As far as I knew, Dad was still wheelchair-bound, due to Masterson, and would be for the rest of his life.

Sometimes it was easy to forget my father, stepmother, and our half-brother were all still stuck in Masterson’s clutches.

“Do you think, once we testify, the cops or FBI or somebody will be able to go in and get our family?” Caleb asked, voicing my thoughts.

“I hope so,” Bea said. “But it wouldn’t surprise me if Masterson moves them somewhere we can’t find them.”

Caleb swore, not under his breath, but loudly.

“Let’s try not to do that during the deposition,” Hansen advised.

“Does this ever end?” Caleb finally demanded.

It was the question we were afraid of asking because we both knew the answer and it wasn’t anything we wanted to hear out loud. Because out loud would make it more real, more final.

Bea swallowed. My mind screamed at her not to say it. Please, no!

“It doesn’t, Caleb,” she whispered sadly. “I’m sorry.”

My tenuous hope, which had been in complete denial of the truth of the situation, shredded to pieces. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to cry, but tears leaked out anyway, streaming down my cheeks.

“You’re never going to have a normal life,” Hansen said, hammering the last nail in the coffin. “Not ever again.”

Caleb was quiet and unmoving for a long time. Then he gathered me tightly to his side and leaned his cheek on my hair.

“Fuck,” he murmured brokenly.