Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 41: Give and Take

-Jacey-

We soaked the bed with sweat and cum and my lubricating juices. Absolutely soaked it. And still, Caleb couldn’t get enough.

When I thought I couldn’t move ever again, he fed me power bars. He gave me energy drinks by transferring the liquid from his mouth to mine. I felt like a baby bird.

Most of the time, Caleb’s cock was inside me, whether we were actively having sex or not. I had to say I liked it. I liked all of it.

And oh my God, the positions. I thought Caleb was knowledgeable before, but he had me so many, many ways I had to elevate his experience to expert level. I’d bent and stretched in ways I’d never imagined and learned I had muscles in places I never knew about.

I didn’t know day from night. Occasionally, I’d glance at the window, but Will’s house had blackout blinds, so it wasn’t always easy to tell if there was any sun shining in or not. But it felt like nightfall on the second or third day when Caleb finally laid down for more than just a couple of hours’ rest.

Of course, I was splayed over him and had his dick inside me. I lazily stroked him while he slept, hoping to keep the nightmares at bay.

The man must have slept for twelve hours straight. I knew because I fell asleep and woke up all while he was still sleeping.

My poor baby. Jeanie was such an asshole for not letting us sleep together. He always slept easier cock deep in me.

Caleb finally blinked awake, his eyes slitted and groggy. I caressed the stubble on his cheek. “Hello, love.”

“Hey, baby,” Caleb yawned. “Jesus, how long was I asleep?”

“A long time. But you needed it.” He was swollen inside me, and I knew what he wanted even before he rolled me underneath him.

Caleb kissed me softly and started to move. We didn’t even ask permission anymore. We didn’t need to. The answer was always ‘yes.’

I was so sore, and after the long break, my insides throbbed in protest. But they soon got on board with the rest of me as Caleb expertly worked my body to orgasm.

“Mmm. My baby,” Caleb sighed as he came inside me again.

I ran my fingers through his hair. “Can we stay like this forever?”

“I sure hope so,” Caleb smiled. He kissed me softly.

I kissed him back in a slow, unhurried manner.

Caleb smiled against my lips. “Baby,” he asked, twirling a lock of my hair between his fingers. “Are you really sore?”

I pouted a little and nodded.

“Let’s get in a hot bath.” Caleb gently pulled out of me.

I whimpered at the loss and the sore feeling when he pulled out.

“Oh, my sweet baby, you should have said something,” Caleb mumbled, looking down between my legs.

I sat up and saw a little pink streak on the sheets. “It’s okay. I wanted you so badly, Caleb.”

“Well, let’s do that bath.” Caleb tried getting me to stand, but I wobbled and fell against him. So he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the en suite bathroom.

In the bathtub, Caleb washed me tenderly, kissing the back of my neck as I sat between his legs. He even carefully washed me intimately, and I kissed his neck to hide my embarrassment.

Caleb chuckled. I must have gone pink or something because he said, “I finger-fuck you all the time, but washing you gets you all flustered.”

“I guess so,” I said with a blush.

Caleb gave me another long, slow kiss.

I could feel him hard against my back, so I changed my position a bit so I could take him inside me.

“Ohh, baby, you’re sore. You don’t have to…” Caleb groaned.

“I want to.” I moved delicately up and down his shaft, leaning back against him and curling one arm behind his neck.

This, of course, made my breasts stick out, and Caleb couldn’t resist. While I rode him slowly, he grasped my breasts and played with them. “So perfect…” he murmured.

I closed my eyes at the tingling sensations his attention sent through me. It even made riding him easier. I was sore, but it also felt oh-so-good.

Caleb kissed my shoulder, then nuzzled my ear. “You gonna come on my cock?”

I shivered. “Yes, Caleb. I am going to come on your cock.”

“I’m going to cum inside, which means I’ll just have to wash my dirty girl again,” Caleb teased.

I turned my head so I could kiss him on the lips. “I’m your dirty girl.”

“Fuck yes.” Caleb began thrusting upward as I ground down on him.

He erupted inside me as pleasure shot through my body. Caleb kissed me and squeezed my breasts and bounced me on his lap until we were both spent.

Then, true to his word, he slipped me off his dick and started washing me there again.

I let him, this time just relaxing against him and enjoying his touch.

We were just slowly getting out of the large tub, touching and kissing, when there was a knock at the door.

“Coming!” Caleb called, frowning slightly at the interruption. We found a couple of large, soft white robes in the bathroom and put them on.

Caleb opened the door to see a grim-looking older version of Will. “Mr. Masterson Senior, sir,” Caleb said respectfully.

I felt almost as though I should curtsy. That was the kind of presence Mr. Masterson had.

“Caleb.” Mr. Masterson acknowledged him with an incline of his head. “And you must be Jacey.”

“Yes, sir,” I swallowed. “Have we outstayed our welcome?”

Mr. Masterson’s expression softened. “No, dear. I’m sorry, I tend to be intimidating, they say. Good for the boardroom. Bad for meeting new people.” His smile faded. “But I do have a Mr. Collins outside looking for you.”

“Don’t let him in,” Caleb said quickly. “He’s trying to intimidate Jacey into dropping the charges against him.”

Mr. Masterson nodded. “Martha,” he called. “Have security escort Mr. Collins off of our property.”

“How did he even find out where I was?” I asked, feeling the color drain from my cheeks.

“Hmm. That is an excellent question. One I might have a private detective look into,” Mr. Masterson murmured. “Though… you’re pressing charges against your father? For… oh my, I suppose for that very nasty bruise on your cheek.”

I touched my cheek. I’d almost forgotten. “Yes. It was a cut, but they stitched it up at Urgent Care.”

“I’ll have one of my attorneys file a restraining order against him,” Mr. Masterson said. “I’m glad you’re here, though it is a rather odd circumstance. Caleb being your stepbrother and all.”

Caleb groaned and I blushed. “It just… sort of happened,” I explained.

“Oh, you don’t owe me any explanations. I’d just been talking over why we had new guests with Will. He neglected to tell me, you see,” Mr. Masterson sighed. “That boy…”

“I’m sure he’ll be a much better doctor than he is a communicator,” Caleb grinned.

“I hope so. Why don’t you two come out for some fresh air? Martha can turn over your linens, then,” Mr. Masterson suggested.

I gasped and ran toward the bed, stripping it like a madwoman. “I am not going to make her touch this! Is there a place where I can do the laundry?”

Mr. Masterson chuckled. “It was nice of you to strip the bed, but let Martha handle it. She’s rather possessive over the washing machines.”

“Oh.” I set the sheets and comforter down.

“All right then. You two come out and we’ll all have some lunch,” Mr. Masterson said. “I don’t have to be back in Singapore for two days.”

“We’ll be right out, sir,” Caleb replied.

Mr. Masterson left us to it.

Caleb and I quickly got dressed-in clothes that were exactly our size that Martha had hung in the closet.

“This is better than a hotel,” I remarked.

“Absolutely,” Caleb said. He buttoned up a blue shirt that was just a few shades darker than his eyes. “How do I look?”

“Like Dr. Caleb Killeen,” I smiled.

“Good.” Caleb then sat on the edge of the mattress and watched me dress in a soft, yellow sundress. “That looks good on you.”

“Thanks.” I went to the bathroom to fluff my hair a bit then took Caleb’s hand and walked out into the sunlight.

It stung a bit after being under artificial light for so long, but my eyes soon adjusted. Caleb led me out to a nice outdoor veranda where a white, wrought iron table was sitting, surrounded by chairs. It had a sun umbrella over it.

Will was already there, as was Mr. Masterson I waved at them.

“Welcome, my dear,” Mr. Masterson said. “Caleb, do pull out a chair for the young lady.”

Caleb chuckled. I could tell he’d already been primed to do that.

I sat to Mr. Masterson’s left, Will at his right, and Caleb next to me.

“So.” Mr. Masterson put down his lemonade. “Tell me about Canada.”

“Canada?” I squeaked, surprised.

“You… know,” Caleb replied shrewdly.

Mr. Masterson nodded. “A rather unscrupulous business associate of mine runs several illegal logging operations up that way. He was complaining over brandy and cigars about two kids almost ruining the whole endeavor. A man named Girard Barbier managed to ‘handle the situation.’ My business associate dropped your name, Caleb. Imagine my surprise.”

“You can tell your business associate we have no intention of testifying. I’m calling a truce. Too many people keep dying,” Caleb said.

“Ah. So no Canadian witness protection for you,” Mr. Masterson inferred.

“No.” Caleb took my hand under the table. “No, the cost is just too high.”

“Caleb. You are only responsible for one of those deaths, and that was self-defense. Please don’t continue to beat yourself up,” Mr. Masterson responded kindly.

Caleb rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. “It’s hard not to, sir.”

“I know. You two were just starting some proper therapy, yes? Well, considering Mr. Collins was trying to storm the castle, I will get two private therapists to come here,” Mr. Masterson said. “As for my business associate, I will make sure to keep a close eye on the situation.”

“Thank you, sir,” I replied softly.

Martha then brought out some sandwiches and more lemonade.

Will dug right in, eyeing Caleb in a way that told me he had a ton of questions to spring on him once his father was gone.

I ate more slowly. My father had probably come to plead his case. Maybe I should have heard him out?

“Forget Hank,” Caleb murmured to me. “Forget him. He made his bed.”

“Agreed,” Mr. Masterson said. He patted my shoulder. “You’re doing the right thing.”

I sighed and nodded. I really hoped I was doing the right thing.