Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 37: Bliss

-Jacey-

Caleb was very happy to lay on my breast, licking my nipple on occasion as we watched the movie and reaching up to worry the other one with his fingers every time my body settled down. In truth, I barely knew what we were watching because Caleb was playing with my breasts and sending delightful zings through my body.

It was when the main character wriggled into a vent when Caleb remembered he had something long and thick in another tight space. Or maybe he’d never forgotten and was just giving the two of us time to rest.

In any case, Caleb rolled onto his back and took me with him so I was sitting on top of him and straddling his hips. He was so deep when we used this position it made me pant. I was always surprised I could take all of him in.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” Caleb took my hands and threaded his fingers through mine. “Ride me. Make us both feel good.”

Whimpering, I moved up and down on his shaft, rocking my hips. When we did this, it was just so deep, almost painfully so, and I moved carefully.

Caleb squeezed my hands, sighing happily as I rode him.

Pretty soon, I did find the right angle and pace. I brought one of Caleb’s hands to my overstimulated breast and cried out as he began thumbing my nipple.

Caleb groaned and pushed his hips upward, going as deep as he could as he shot up into me, and I orgasmed around him.

I flopped forward onto his chest. Caleb wrapped his arms around me and kissed me sweetly.

“Good job, baby,” he murmured.

He was finally, blessedly, soft inside me, but that didn’t mean I wanted him to pull out. I snuggled against his chest and looked at the TV, laughing a little when I saw the credits rolling. “We missed the movie.”

“Yeah? Well, we have better forms of entertainment,” Caleb said, waggling his eyebrows at me.

I giggled, then yawned. “Oh wow, you’ve tired me out.”

“I need to sleep so I can get up early and go to that job,” Caleb replied with a nod of agreement.

“Want me to write you a note?” I teased.

“Nah. What would it say, anyway?” Caleb asked.

I grinned. “‘Worker unable to come in because he was marathon drilling girlfriend.’”

“Fuck yeah,” Caleb chuckled. He kissed my hair. “Want me to pull out?”

“No.” I flexed my muscles to hold him inside to emphasize my point.

Caleb smiled fondly and kissed me. “I might end up fucking you awake.”

“Good.” I closed my eyes and laid my hand over Caleb’s heart.

This. This was absolute bliss.

***

I’d been dreaming of Caleb, so I didn’t immediately realize I wasn’t dreaming when Caleb groaned in my ear.

I blinked slowly awake. Caleb was hard inside me, but he wasn’t trying to ravish me. He was having another bad dream.

Sweat had broken out all over his body, and his head was thrashing back and forth.

I put my hand over his mouth just in time to catch him crying out. Luckily, I’d muffled the sound.

Caleb’s eyes flew open.

I ran my fingers through his hair and gazed into his eyes in the low streetlamp glow through the window.

Caleb groaned again, and his arms tightened around me, almost in a death grip. “Jacey.”

“Yeah, that’s me.” I kissed his nose. “I’m here. I’m here, and we’re in your room, and nothing bad is happening.”

A shaking hand captured one of mine and squeezed it. “Jacey. My Jacey.”

“Mhm. I’m all yours,” I told him.

Caleb rolled us so I was underneath him and started thrusting hard and fast. It hurt, but I let him because he needed this.

“Fuck… so… fucking… tight…” he grunted with each thrust. Caleb squeezed my breasts, and I gasped in pleasure and pain.

“Baby, you’re hurting me,” I finally gasped.

“I know. I’m sorry. Please, let me,” Caleb moaned in my ear.

I squeezed his hand, then just held him. Soon enough, Caleb came inside me with a low groan.

Tears hit my cheek, and I realized they were his and not mine. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay,” I whispered, stroking his back. “Shh. It’s okay. I’m here, and I let you. You had my permission.”

Caleb took a deep breath. “I saw Bill again.”

“I thought so.” I cupped my hands around Caleb’s face and kissed him softly. “He’s gone. I’m here. Do what you need to do.”

“I just did.” Caleb kissed me back. Then he smoothed his hand over my hair. “Let me make it up to you.”

I gave him a wan smile. “Okay.”

Caleb pulled out, and I whimpered. “Sorry. I’m sorry, baby.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just…” I tried to explain.

“You don’t want to lose the connection,” Caleb said. “I get it. I’ll put it back in just as soon as I make you feel good.” He then proceeded to do sinful things with his thumb and two fingers.

He had to put his other hand over my mouth because I couldn’t hold back a yowl. “That’s it, baby. I know how you like it.”

Caleb certainly did know I liked it. I was gushing over his hand in a very short amount of time, biting down on the crook of his neck to keep from screaming.

Taking that as an invitation, Caleb sucked on the side of my neck. Hard.

“M-Marking your territory?” I gasped.

“Damn straight.” Caleb took his fingers out of me, then rolled onto his back and gently slipped his cock back in.

I was sore, but I still appreciated the closeness. I stroked my hand over Caleb’s cheek. “Back to sleep?” I asked.

“I can try,” Caleb sighed.

“Well, I’m here. Just in case,” I reminded him.

Caleb kissed me. “I know, baby. And I thank God for that every second of every day.”

I smiled and snuggled back down, stroking Caleb’s chest. Soon enough, his breathing evened out. I said my own little prayer that the rest of his night would be undisturbed by nightmares.

***

Still dripping cum from taking care of Caleb’s morning wood, I sat in pajamas at the kitchen table with Jeanie and ate my cereal. My father had gone to work, and Caleb had hurried out to see about the job he may or may not have lost.

Jeanie glanced at me over my box of cereal–several times.

“Something on your mind?” I asked.

“Did you sleep with Caleb last night?” Jeanie inquired.

I looked at her over my cereal box. “Jeanie, that’s not really something you can ask. It’s between Caleb and me.”

“I’m asking because I… I forbid you to do that under my roof,” Jeanie said firmly.

She’d obviously been working up the resolve to say this to me. So, I decided I could at least be respectful in my response. “Jeanie, it’s my roof, too. And Caleb’s. We’re not hurting anyone, and there’s no risk of us setting the house on fire, so… respectfully, I really don’t see how it’s any of your business.”

Jeanie raised her chin. “If you do it here, I’ll tell your father what you and Caleb have been up to.”

I stared at her open-mouthed. “You wouldn’t.”

“I most certainly would. I just won’t have it. You’ve already been pregnant once. Are you even using condoms?” Jeanie demanded.

“We… did,” I said evasively.

“Oh? When?” Jeanie asked.

“Er… once. Yesterday,” I admitted.

“And how many times were you intimate?” Jeanie pressed.

I blushed. “Jeanie, we can’t really have this conversation…”

“A few times, I’m guessing.” Jeanie folded her arms over her chest. “I’ll be telling Caleb, too. None of this nonsense is going on under my roof.”

I frowned. “It’s not nonsense. We love each other!”

“You aren’t old enough to know that,” Jeanie scoffed.

“Caleb said you met his father when you were sixteen and started dating. You had him the same year. He said you loved him very much,” I argued.

Jeanie rubbed her temples. “You tell your children things sometimes for their own good. The truth is we were scared teenagers who had a shotgun wedding and barely knew what to do with a baby. We got along, but we were just friends. Friends and partners for Caleb’s sake. You just… you don’t understand. Being as young as you are, everything feels so much more… I don’t know… dramatic.”

“We’re not being dramatic. We love each other!” I all but shouted.

“You can’t know it will last. And by the time you figure that out, you could be baby-trapped,” Jeanie said.

I gaped at her. “You’re saying I’d baby-trap Caleb?!”

“I’m saying he might baby-trap you. Or you might just baby-trap each other. Jacey, it is far too soon…” Jeanie continued.

“We’re not thinking of having children right now. I’m getting on an IUD,” I said flatly.

“But not using condoms in the meantime,” Jeanie accused.

I didn’t have a whole lot to say to that. “I was going to see if I could get an appointment today. If I bring you proof I’ve had an IUD put in, will you leave Caleb and me alone?”

Jeanie shook her head. “Not in this house.”

“You’d rather we do it in a dirty gas station bathroom?” I countered.

“I’d rather you not do it at all. But I don’t have control over that. I only have control over this house,” Janie said.

I glared at her. “You’re being unfair.”

“Too bad,” Jeanie replied, unmoved.

I shoved my chair back. “Fine. You try telling that to Caleb. I bet he’ll have a thing or two to say.”

“He probably will. But that’s between me and my son,” Jeanie said.

I grabbed up my bowl and stormed to the sink, dumping its contents down the garbage disposal. Then I stomped off to my room.

Caleb arrived home as the sun was going down. I’d stayed in my room all day. I heard the garage door open and Caleb’s heavy footsteps on the floor.

“Mom?” I heard Caleb say. “Where’s Jacey?”

The rest of the conversation was muffled until Caleb let out a loud, “Are you shitting me right now?!”

I smiled to myself. Caleb would take care of this.

Several minutes later, Caleb came storming into his room. I stood up from my bed and walked through the bathroom to join him. He shook his head, sat on his bed, and sulked.

“You… couldn’t get her to change her mind?” I asked quietly.

“No.” Caleb looked up at me. He took my hands in his. “I’m going to get an apartment.”

I blinked in surprise. “But… what about the money you wanted to save for medical school?”

“I’ll still save some. And the money from my father. I’m going to get an apartment near the U of M campus. I know you want to be in that Spanish immersion dorm, but I just want to be close to you,” Caleb said.

“Shouldn’t you be close to your job?” I asked.

“I’ll get a different job. I won’t make a move until I have everything nailed down,” Caleb told me. Then he sighed. “But that means we can’t… be together here.”

I frowned. “Then… can we still sleep in the same bed?”

“Doubt it. I think Mom’s going to be checking,” Caleb said.

Tears stung my eyes. “But Caleb,” I replied, touching his cheek, “what about your nightmares?”

Caleb put his hand over mine. “I’m going to get this all done as soon as possible. In the meantime… we’ll just have to think of other places where we can be… intimate.”

“This is so unfair,” I whispered.

Caleb pulled me into his lap and hugged me. “I know, baby. I know it is. But we’re going to work it out.”

I swallowed. “When you get the apartment, maybe I can come live with you? Then your mom and my dad can’t stick their noses in.”

“What will we tell Hank?” Caleb asked.

“As little as possible,” I said.