Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 23: Calling Home

-Caleb-

My Jacey was wet for me as I slowly curled my fingers inside her, and I groaned, imagining the feel of that warm, tight wetness around my dick. But this was about her, not me, and even if I died of blue balls, I was going to pleasure the fuck out of her before thinking of opening my pants. Well, all right, I’d think about it, but I wouldn’t do it. Not yet.

I thumbed her swollen clit as I kissed along her neck. She leaned, boneless, against me.

“Caleb,” Jocelyn whispered, and the sound of my name on her lips, spoken that needy way, made my balls tighten.

“Mhm?” I pulled the collar of her shirt aside with my free hand and nibbled her shoulder.

Anything she might have said to me was lost in a moan, and I felt her juices drip over my fingers as she came hard against my hand.

“So eager,” I murmured as I nuzzled the shell of her ear.

“You made me this way,” Jocelyn accused me, panting, clinging to my arm just to stay upright.

I chuckled. “And I’m not a bit sorry.” I pulled my hand out of her pants and licked my fingers. Fuck me, but she always tasted so good.

Jocelyn started wobbling toward the living room, but I caught her around the waist and dumped her on the bed.

“Who said I was done with you?” I asked, arching my eyebrow.

“You have a one-track mind,” Jocelyn smiled.

“I do when it comes to you. Not gonna apologize for that, either.” I pulled off her shoes and socks then unzipped her pants and peeled those off her as well.

Jocelyn widened her legs for me, clearly expecting me to go in balls deep, but I had another agenda right now.

I tugged Jocelyn to the edge of the bed and tossed her legs over my shoulders.

Jocelyn knewwhere I was going with this, and she gasped and threaded her fingers through my hair just as I buried my tongue in her body. “Caleb...”

Fuck me. There should be a licorice flavor called “Jacey.” I feasted to my heart’s content, making her come twice, and was rather proud of that fact.

“Caleb,” Jocelyn moaned, shaking, tugging my hair. “Be inside me, PLEASE!”

I gave her clit one last, slow lick, then stood. “Who can say no to an invitation like that?”

As Jocelyn shimmied out of her shirt and bra, I tossed my shirt, pants, and boxers into the bedroom’s great unknown. My dick was like a divining rod, pointing straight at her center.

Jocelyn held out her arms to me, and I got on the bed on top of her, easing into her until our hips met. She was so wet, it was hard not to go straight in to the hilt in one thrust. But that wasn’t the kind of love I wanted to make today.

Wrapping her arms and legs around me, Jocelyn peppered the sweetest kisses over my skin. I wanted to ride her hard and fast until both of us were satisfied, but instead, I slowly rocked my hips against hers, loving on her body as I did so.

Her breasts were big and firm and jiggled naturally with the rocking. I had to stare. My mouth went dry with the desire to touch and suck on them. So I did.

“Caleb...” Jocelyn panted, clinging to me. “Caleb... m-more...”

I was just about to comply when a thought struck me. I gave Jocelyn a wicked smile and reached onto the bedside table for my phone.

Her eyes widened when she realized what I was going to do. “Caleb, no, that’s—”

I rolled my hips, and she went almost cross-eyed, whatever protest she’d been about to make dying on her lips.

Meanwhile, I scrolled through my contacts until I found Hank’s number. “Hank, how’s it going?” I asked, trapping the phone between my ear and my shoulder while I twiddled Jocelyn’s nipples.

She bit her lip and gave me a look that promised sweet revenge later.

“Where are you two?” Hank demanded.

“Just outside Grand Marais. Not to worry. I’m taking good care of Jacey,” I replied, pumping my cock into her harder and faster.

Jocelyn trembled with the effort not to make any noise.

“You’d better be,” Hank said. “And I’ll expect you home by tomorrow.”

“No can do,” I responded, starting to pant myself. “I’m afraid I booked three nights here so Jacey and I can see the sights.”

Hank growled. “What are you doing right now?”

“Hiking. Working up quite a sweat, actually,” I said, grinning down at Jocelyn. I knew it was unfair, but I moved my hand in to thumb her clit, causing her to detonate around me and bite back a scream of pleasure.

“What was that?” Hank asked.

“Jacey just tripped over a rock. She’s fine,” I gasped, emptying my cum into her body.

“Can’t believe you’ve got Jacey hiking. She’s never shown any interest in that before,” Hank grunted.

I had to swallow several times before answering, I was panting so hard in the aftermath. “I guess she just never found the right companion.”

“Whatever,” Hank said dismissively. “I want you two back sometime tomorrow. That’s not negotiable.”

“Hmm...” I murmured, massaging Jocelyn’s breast while she came down. “I’m going to have to go with ‘no.’ I know that’s a word you’re not used to hearing, but...”

“Caleb! You do as I say!” Hank snarled.

“B’bye,” I replied, ending the call.

Jocelyn scowled at me, but her expression lightened when I kissed her nose.

“I can’t believe you did that,” she said. “I thought you were kidding before!”

“I was, and then I wasn’t. That’s just how it went,” I grinned.

“Do you plan to give all your updates while we’re going at it?” Jocelyn sniffed.

I pretended to think about it.

Jocelyn swatted me. “You’d better not!”

I laughed and kissed her. “I just couldn't resist.”

“Well, resist next time,” Jocelyn groused.

I kissed her again and nuzzled her neck. “Okay, baby. Whatever you want.”

Jocelyn sighed in defeat and draped her arms around my neck. “You know what I want.”

Still cock deep in her with a semi, I grinned and rolled my hips.

I gave Jocelyn what we both wanted twice more, until my balls were completely empty and she was sobbing with pleasure.

Then I slid my overworked cock out of her body and got up, feeling completely sated. “I’ll be back, baby. You just relax,” I said.

Jocelyn nodded tiredly.

I went to the bathroom and drew a bath in the small tub. Then I went back to the bed and scooped Jocelyn up in my arms.

“Mmm?” Jocelyn asked, already half asleep.

“I thought you might like a bath after all our fun today,” I smiled, lowering her gently into the tub.

Jocelyn groaned as the warm water washed over her skin. She leaned back, and I kissed her forehead.

Jocelyn reached for a little wrapped soap, but I beat her to it. “Just relax, baby,” I murmured, unwrapping the soap. I dipped my hands into the water, lathered them up with soap, and began washing my Jacey gently.

I’ll admit to being a bit naughty—I was a red-blooded man whose woman was naked in the bath—and her breasts and vaginal area got very, VERY clean while she writhed against my hands. But aside from a little fingering, I tried to be good.

Jocelyn pulled my head down to kiss me when I finished rinsing her clean, and I began fingering her in earnest until she cried out against my lips.

“That’s my baby,” I grinned. She was absolutely boneless when I undid her hair and took the little shampoo from the edge of the tub, encouraging her to lay back in the water with her legs folded up so I could wash her hair.

I ran the thick locks slowly through my fingers, enjoying the feel of her finally free hair. I, of course, imagined fucking her with her thick hair fanned out over the pillows. Or, better still, Jocelyn riding me while her hair hung around us like a curtain. It was so soft, too. Impossible not to touch.

“Caleb?” Jocelyn asked after a while, and I realized I’d just been running my fingers through her hair for several minutes.

“Your hair is amazing, baby. Sorry, I’ll wash it now,” I said. I put shampoo on my hands and began massaging it into her scalp, then soaped her hair all the way down to the ends.

Jocelyn hummed happily, and I gave her scalp some extra, unnecessary massaging before rinsing out the shampoo and moving on to conditioner.

“Caleb, you’re really good at this,” Jocelyn sighed.

“Practice makes perfect,” I said evasively.

“You had another girlfriend with long hair,” Jocelyn inferred.

I wasn’t going to lie to her. “Yes. Two.”

“At... the same time?” Jocelyn asked cautiously.

I chuckled at how hard she was trying not to offend me. “I only have one girlfriend at a time, Jacey. And I wasn’t seeing anyone when we became lovers.”

“Oh. Good. Me, neither,” Jocelyn said, her cheeks pink.

“I kind of figured. Though that still boggles my mind,” I responded. “I always assumed the high school boys were going to be all over you. College, too, for that matter.” I frowned, remembering Jocelyn was attending her first year of college this year. And there would be boys. Boys with their eyes on her.

Jocelyn reached up and cupped my cheek. “You don’t need to worry about any college boys. They’re just boys. You’re a man. Plus, I love you. Nobody can compete with that.”

I relaxed and rinsed the conditioner out of Jocelyn’s hair. “I don’t throw the ‘L’ word out to just anybody, either. I only said it to my first college girlfriend. She ended up cheating on me with the captain of the football team, so I’m more careful now.”

“You said you loved me, though,” Jocelyn said with a soft smile.

I got Jocelyn sitting up and kissed her thoroughly. “That’s because I do love you.”

Jocelyn beamed at me.

“Let’s get you out of the tub before you get all prune-y,” I suggested, and helped Jocelyn to her feet. I wrapped a towel around her and carried her back to the bed.

“You really are spoiling me rotten,” Jocelyn warned me with a soft smile on her face.

“You deserve it,” I said. I looked over the side of the bed at her purple waterproof sack. “Mind if I dig in your bag for your hairbrush?”

Jocelyn blushed, but nodded. “Just ignore the Care Bear underwear.”

I grinned. “Are you kidding? I’m stealing that off you next.”

“Pretty soon, I won’t have any panties to wear at all,” Jocelyn complained.

I winked at her. “I’m not seeing a problem with this.”

Jocelyn snorted but let me climb over the side of the bed and ransack her bag. The Care Bear undies were adorable. I was definitely going to beg her to wear them for me.

My hand hit on her hairbrush and a comb. I took a binder off the handle of the hairbrush and put it around my wrist.

Then I sat up and snuggled up behind Jocelyn. “You have beautiful hair.”

“Thanks,” Jocelyn said, blushing again.

I started gently brushing it from the ends up. I placed a kiss on Jocelyn’s bare shoulder when I got to her mid-back. “Shame to tie it back, but if we want to go out walking, probably best in case it’s windy.”

“Do you know how to braid?” Jocelyn asked me, turning her head.

“I do,” I replied proudly. I followed up my words with a demonstration, even going with a fancy French braid.

Jocelyn snuggled into my lap, her smile content. “I’m glad we’re not going home right away.”

“Me, too,” I said. “Honestly, your dad can take a flying leap.”

“I’m worried about what he’ll do,” Jocelyn responded quietly.

I shrugged. “Whatever it is, you have me. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d pay for your education if I need to. I don’t want him manipulating you into being a nanny.”

“Is it really so bad of them to ask us to help out?” Jocelyn whispered, looking up at me with vulnerable eyes.

“Yes,” I said firmly. “They shouldn’t be having a kid if they can’t take care of it themselves. You’re eighteen, Jacey. You deserve everything that implies.”

“Including an older boyfriend?” Jocelyn teased.

I kissed her, and slipped my hand inside her towel to massage her breast. “Especially that.”