Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 28: The Logging Operation

-Caleb-

The small seaplane touched down on a small lake then taxied to a dock hidden by overhanging trees.

Jacey leaned against me, pretending to sleep. I knew she was pretending because of the way she was breathing, but honestly, it was for the best. I didn’t trust Jacob or Girard as far as I could throw them.

“All right, everybody off,” Girard said.

Jacob waved his gun at us.

“Time to be awake, love,” I whispered to Jacey.

Jacey popped her head up and started when she saw the gun.

“My other one’s even bigger,” Jacob grinned, grabbing his crotch.

I put myself between Jacey and Jacob as we got up, and the pilot opened the door. In short order, Girard, Jacey, and I were on the dock.

Jacob gave a little wave from inside the seaplane. “Gotta get back to work and all that. Them bodies aren’t gonna disappear themselves.”

Jacey shuddered, and I grimaced.

“Come on,” Girard said. “Off to camp.”

As we walked up a dirt path, we could hear the seaplane take off behind us.

The logging camp was spread out in the woods with a large central cook tent. All the tents were camouflage colored.

“Well, would you look who’s here!” one logger said, standing up from his camp chair in front of what I assumed was his tent.

I recognized him as well. He’d been listening to Jacey and me have sex when we thought we were going to die. I scowled at him.

“Boy’s made the wise decision to join the crew,” Girard chuckled, and those close enough to hear laughed as well.

“Bet you made him an offer he couldn’t refuse,” another logger joked.

“I did, actually,” Girard grinned. “Let’s put up another tent, boys. More toward the center than the outside. Don’t want these two getting any ideas.”

A tent was soon provided, complete with air mattress and blankets. It was a queen size mattress that took up most of the tent. None of us had any illusions about sleeping arrangements.

“Dinner’s at five. No food in the tent. Wouldn’t want a bear to get you,” Girard laughed.

Jacey dove into the tent without any prompting from me. I got in after her and zipped the door shut.

After toeing off our shoes, we sat up on the mattress next to each other, completely shell shocked.

Then Jacey sniffled, and her shoulders shook.

I gathered her in my arms and laid us both down on the mattress, tucking her in under the blankets. I wanted to say it was okay, that it was going to be okay. But both of those might turn out to be a lie.

Jacey gripped my shirt and sobbed silently into my shoulder.

I wished every one of those men dead, especially Girard and Jacob, for making her despair this way.

Jacey hooked a leg around mine, trying to get closer, and I slid a hand down to cup her bottom, holding her pressed tight to me.

That, of course, created another problem. I bit my lip, willing myself not to get erect.

“It’s okay,” Jacey whispered, her hand working between us to rub my hardening length. “It’s okay. We’ll be quiet. I need you, Caleb.”

I felt as though someone had smacked me on the back of the head. I groaned, dazed, as she worked me through my pants.

“Stop, stop,” I whispered back. “I want to cum inside you, not in my pants.” I pushed her hand away and unzipped my jeans then hers. Then I pulled her pants and underwear down and slipped inside her.

Jacey made a needy sound in her throat that spoke right to my balls. I pushed my hand up under her shirt and pinched her sensitive nipple.

I thrust inside her, fusing my mouth over hers to capture most of the noise we made, letting the blankets covering us muffle the sounds of our bodies coming together over and over again.

Jacey came so sweetly around my cock, and I followed her over the edge, pumping my cum into her. I held her, my dick buried deep as it twitched everything my balls had been holding into her passage.

“You’re cumming a lot,” Jacey observed, and I agreed with a nod.

“I really need to see if Girard has condoms,” I said, brushing her hair off her cheek. As I released the last drops of my semen into her, I rolled onto my back so Jacey’s thighs straddled my hips.

Careful not to dislodge me from her sweet, wet heat, Jacey shed her clothes entirely and pulled my shirt over my head. Then she laid against my chest so we were skin to skin, my cock still buried deep inside her. Even though I’d ejaculated all that cum, I still had a semi. That’s what this woman did to me.

“We can do it again, if you want,” Jacey whispered in my ear.

I chuckled softly. “You can feel it, huh?”

“I know when it’s still big like that you want more,” Jacey said, blushing.

I fused my lips to Jacey’s, luxuriously licking her tongue. “When I’m with you, I always want more,” I replied hotly.

Jacey’s blush deepened. “I noticed.”

“You like it?” I murmured in her ear, anxious about her answer.

Jacey was now almost crimson. “Yeah. I like it.”

“You like it a little rough?” I asked cautiously.

With a swallow, Jacey responded, “You want to give it to me a little rough?”

“This time… yeah. But I won’t if you don’t like it,” I said quickly.

Jacey kissed me then kissed along my earlobe. “A little rough is okay.”

I rolled Jacey underneath me and pinned her hands over her head, thrusting sharply inside her.

Jacey’s head rolled back, and she arched, showcasing those bouncing, beautiful breasts.

I bit a rosy nipple. I had to. It was just too tempting.

With a cry, Jacey dug her nails into my back and I knew she was making track marks there.

“Yeah, babe, come for me,” I grunted, redoubling my efforts. Our hips slapped together in such a way that the blankets couldn’t muffle.

Jacey bit down on my lower lip to prevent herself from crying out as her passage gripped my cock. I groaned and found nirvana again.

There was clapping and cheering outside the tent, and Jacey buried her face in my neck, her whole body pink with embarrassment.

“Guess we weren’t as quiet as we hoped,” I grumbled. “I’m sorry.”

“I asked you first,” Jacey said.

I rubbed her back, tracing my fingertips down her spine. “I know. I still feel bad.”

“Don’t.” Jacey took a deep breath, kissed my neck, then my lips.

I groaned as softly as I could. “Jacey…”

Jacey settled down then and laid a hand over my heart. “I love you. I don’t care who knows it.”

With a soft kiss, I murmured against her lips, “I love you, too.”

***

We were rousted from sleep by someone shaking the tent as though there were a violent windstorm.

“Get up, loverboy. You missed dinner,” Girard said. “You’re going to want breakfast before we head off to work.”

I sighed and gave Jacey a kiss.

She, in turn, wrapped her hand around my morning wood.

I took a sharp breath. “Jacey,” I whispered, “there isn’t time…” The rest was lost as I bit back a moan while Jacey stroked me fast up and down.

I erupted in her hand and got a little on her legs and stomach, adding to the dried cum that was already there. “I’ll… see about showering facilities,” I said before standing and pulling on my clothes. I caressed Jacey’s cheek and pressed my forehead to hers. “I’ll be back later.”

“Promise?” Jacey asked worriedly.

“Promise,” I replied firmly.

Then I pulled the blankets up over Jacey’s chest and stepped out of the tent, quickly zipping the door shut behind me.

“What do we do about showers here?” I asked Girard once we got to breakfast. “And what does Jacey eat?”

“Jacey’ll be in camp with Stumpy. He’ll whip her something up,” Girard said. His mouth twitched with humor as he looked at me. “Hot night?”

I grimaced. “No comment.”

“Well, showers, and I’m assuming Jacey’s going to need a fair few, are actually done in the lake with some soap. Though I think we can scare up some shampoo and conditioner,” Girard stated.

My eye ticked. “That doesn’t allow for a lot of privacy.”

“It does if she goes ahead and hops in the lake midday while we’re logging,” Girard replied. “Then it’s just her and Stumpy.”

“What if I don’t like Stumpy looking at my girl?” I growled.

Girard chuckled. “Stumpy’s like eighty years old and he’s missing a leg. Trust me, she’d be giving him the thrill of a lifetime just to be able to watch.”

I scowled at Girard. “I don’t like-”

“Son, I don’t care what you don’t like. That’s the best I can do for you. Now, get to eating,” Girard barked.

I stared Girard down for a while then realized he wasn’t backing down, and I had no choice. I turned and stomped in the direction of the cook tent.

When I got there, the men started making remarks about Jacey’s and my sex life. I scowled over my food.

“Giving us the silent treatment, eh?” Girard asked after a while with a chuckle. He clapped me on the back. “Not going to stop them talking.”

“I still really wish they would,” I muttered.

“Goes with the territory, son. Eat up. You’re gonna be working up quite an appetite,” Girard said.

Grunting my acknowledgment, I shoveled breakfast into my mouth, not tasting a thing. Leaving Jacey alone in the campsite with some guy named Stumpy did not exactly give me warm fuzzies.

Girard handed me a pair of heavy leather gloves and had me change into steel-toed boots. Then a large tarp was pulled back to reveal a bunch of 4-wheelers.

“Hop on,” Girard said, gesturing behind him.

Reluctantly, and with one last look at the tent where Jacey was waiting, I climbed onto the back of the 4-wheeler.

Everything would be okay, I tried to convince myself. Everything would be okay.

But as we drove deep into the woods in a zig-zag path that had me hopelessly lost, I began to wonder if we were ever going to get away. And if we did, where on earth would we go?

Then I stiffened my spine and pushed those thoughts away. I was going to get us out. I was.

Because I’d promised Jacey.