Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 44: Deal with the Devil

-Caleb-

“I knew you’d be back,” Hank said triumphantly when we showed up at the door.

“I’m sure you did,” I replied icily.

“Mr. Masterson. He’s good people. Knows when to send kids home.” Hank was all puffed up and strutting around as though he had won a victory.

It was infuriating.

We should have gone to Montenegro.

“Guess we’d just better get back to our rooms,” I said through my teeth. I glared at my mother. “Same house rules?”

My mother wrung her hands and looked at Hank.

“What house rules?” Hank asked.

Ah. That answered that question. Hank still didn’t know.

“I… suppose I may have been too harsh before,” my mother replied softly.

“Harsh? That boy needs to respect you–” Hank began.

My mother held up her hand. “It was me who disrespected him. And Jacey.”

Hank blinked. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh,” I grunted.

“Well.” Hank puffed up again. “You can get to your rooms, then. Probably have some cleaning or organizing or who knows what to do.”

“Definitely have something to do.” Your daughter.

Jacey sighed and headed for the bedrooms.

“‘Welcome home, Caleb and Jacey. We missed you,’” I grumbled under my breath as I followed Jacey. I still showed some semblance of propriety by going in my bedroom door and not hers, but once we got settled and I did a walk-through of my room, I went straight through the bathroom and into Jacey’s room.

Jacey was rearranging the Care Bears on her bed. I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her neck. “Everything still where you left it?”

“No. Jeanie must have cleaned. And snooped. My diary’s gone,” Jacey mumbled, pointing to her bedside dresser.

“Yeah, I saw that in my room, too. That Mom cleaned.” I frowned and released Jacey to go back into my room. “Well fuck.”

“What?” Jacey asked.

“She took our condoms, lube… uh… magazines I used to have…” I coughed.

Jacey giggled. “Now, Caleb, were you a naughty boy with dirty magazines?”

“I was. Naughty, naughty me,” I grinned.

Jacey walked through the bathroom into my room and snuggled up to me. I wrapped my arms around her.

“I’ll bet you want to be a naughty boy with me,” she whispered, brushing her lips over mine.

Good. We both needed Hank-is-being-an-asshat sex. Or maybe it was Mr.-Masterson-is-an-asshat sex.

I grabbed her ass and ground against her, letting her feel how hard I was. “Get naked and get on all fours,” I murmured hotly in her ear.

Jacey did as she was told, stripping and getting into position on my bed. She looked back at me over her shoulder, her dark hair cascading down to my sheets.

I didn’t bother with clothes. I could see her core was dripping wet for me. So I didn’t bother with foreplay, either. I simply unzipped, got behind her, and plunged my cock inside.

Her walls stretched around me, and Jacey mewled, arching her back like a cat.

I pulled back and thrust again, slapping her ass as I did so.

Jacey jumped, her insides tightening reflexively around me.

“Oh, baby, do that again,” I groaned. I pulled back and spanked her again, thrusting deep as I did so.

Jacey whimpered. At first, I thought she was going to object to the spanking, but then she said, “It’s too much, Caleb. I’m going to come.”

“My pretty baby. Are you going to come on my cock?” I asked, rubbing the red spot where I’d spanked her.

Jacey did come then, squeezing around my dick, her arms giving, and she dropped forward onto her elbows.

I wrapped her hair around my fist and pulled just hard enough for it to sting a little bit, then started riding her hard.

She came twice more, shuddering and fisting around my cock, then begged for mercy.

I thrust a few more times, then released into her with a groan, making sure she took every drop of my cum.

Jacey made a sound in her throat when I pulled out.

“Don’t worry, baby,” I said, rolling her onto her back. “It’s going back in.”

To emphasize my words, I pushed every inch of my thick dick back into her.

She gasped and gripped my wrists as I hovered over her. “How can you possibly want more?!”

I nuzzled her and gave her a soft kiss. “I always want more.”

“I’m sore,” Jacey complained.

“I’ll be gentle,” I said. “Please?”

Jacey sighed and widened her legs.

I wrapped them around my waist, then just rocked in her, my thrusts slow and shallow.

Jacey closed her eyes and let her body enjoy mine. I knew I was enjoying hers.

Finally, she orgasmed with a gasp, and I came, filling her up again.

We laid together in a tangle of arms and legs for what felt like hours, blissfully drifting in and out of sleep.

“Are you worried?” Jacey asked.

“About what?” I replied.

“Working for Mr. Masterson.” Jacey looked up at me with wide, concerned eyes.

I sighed. “Yes. I’m worried. I’m more worried I’m going to find out about human trafficking or something really bad than I am about the actual work itself.”

“Human trafficking would be bad,” Jacey agreed.

“But it’s what I have to do to keep us safe.” I kissed the top of her head. “Don’t worry too much. As long as we’re together, things are never as bad as they seem.”

Jacey put a hand over my heart. “I love you. I don’t want you to have to do this.”

“No choice,” I replied. I took her hand and kissed it. “I love you, too. We’ll figure this out. Don’t worry.”

“Okay,” Jacey said.

There was a knock on my door. “Dinner,” my mother called.

“Thank you!” I called back. “Let’s go eat. We can talk more later.”

Jacey nodded, and we got up and got dressed to go eat.

Hopefully Hank was done being insufferable for the day.

***

As I adjusted my blue tie for the third time, I decided to focus on the positive. Namely that I was getting out of the house. Hank had been gloating over our return nonstop from the time we arrived to this very morning at breakfast. Only Jacey’s calming presence had stopped me from throttling him.

I walked across the busy downtown Minneapolis street toward MacMillan Masterson Incorporated’s corporate headquarters feeling as though I were trudging toward the gallows. I was about to be inducted into a criminal enterprise. This was not exactly a dream future for a doctor-hopeful.

Before I could enter the building, though, a man in a black suit grabbed my arm. “Please come with me,” he said in a no-nonsense tone.

“Are you the welcoming committee?” I asked dryly, following him to a coffee shop that was just back the way I had come.

The man was silent. I began to get a little weirded out when he knew my coffee order, though.

He gestured for me to sit at a table in the corner. “We don’t have much time,” he said. He reached into his pocket, glanced around to see if anyone was watching, then flashed his badge. “I’m agent Darren Church of the FBI. We’ve had William MacMillan Masterson Sr. under surveillance for some time now. We know he’s a criminal.” He gave me a hard stare. “And you know he’s a criminal.”

Oh fuck. I stood quickly. “Hey man. I don’t know what you’re running, but I’m out. I’ve had all I’m going to take of law enforcement in this lifetime.”

“Caleb,” Darren replied. “Think carefully about this. He’s going down one way or another. You don’t want to go down with him. Just go in there and get some information. That’s all I’m asking. Keep us abreast of what’s going on. Is that so hard?”

“I’m not getting my girlfriend and me killed,” I snapped back. “Take whatever you’re offering and shove it.” I started to leave.

Darren grabbed my arm again. “Here,” he said, tucking his card into my jacket pocket. “Just in case you change your mind.”

“I won’t.” I hurried out of the coffee shop and back over to the MacMillan Masterson building.

“Took you long enough,” a grumpy woman in a pencil skirt with a tight bun said once I checked in with the guard. “I was starting to think you weren’t coming.”

“Sorry. I got a bit sidetracked,” I responded.

The woman snapped a picture of me. “You’ll have your official badge by the end of the day. For now… Rodrigo, please give Mr. Killeen a visitor’s badge.”

Rodrigo handed over a badge on a blue lanyard, then the woman motioned for me to follow her. She didn’t waste any time, either. I had no idea how she moved so fast in such a tight skirt and high heels.

“My name is Jessica Price. You may call me Jessica. I’m the head of human resources. Since you’re going to be Mr. Masterson’s new assistant, I wanted to handle your onboarding personally,” Jessica said.

I nodded my understanding. “Thank you so much for taking the time, Jessica.”

“You’re welcome.” Jessica’s tone didn’t make it sound as though I was welcome, however. She pressed her badge to an elevator key reader, then pressed it again when we got inside. “You’re on the hundred-and-fiftieth floor. Your badge will get you there tomorrow, but a visitor’s badge doesn’t have that kind of clearance. So I’d suggest not going out to lunch today unless you’re with Mr. Masterson.”

“Or one of the other staff?” I assumed.

Jessica shook her head. “None of the staff are allowed to card anyone else in. Even if it’s known staff. It’s a fireable infraction.”

“Good to know,” I said.

Jessica click-clicked across the slate flooring once the elevator doors opened on the 150th floor. There was a cheerful receptionist at a large desk sitting in front of a wall with a huge sign reading “MacMillan Masterson Incorporated” over her head. The words stood out from the wall and were a silver color in a professional script.

“Lacy, this is Caleb, Mr. Masterson’s new assistant. Caleb, this is Lacy. She handles everything you don’t,” Jessica informed me.

“Hi!” Lacy beamed. “I heard you were starting today. It’s so nice to meet you!”

I managed a smile. “Nice to meet you, too.”

“All right, off we go to see your work area. Mr. Masterson is in today, so I’m sure he’ll want to talk to you as well,” Jessica said in a bored tone.

“Of course,” I replied, trying not to sound too disappointed. I’d rather hoped he’d be back in Singapore.

Jessica showed me to a glass-topped desk sitting right outside large wooden double doors. I decided this must be the entrance to Mr. Masterson’s office. “This is your station. Should you ever need to leave it for any reason –bathroom break, whatever – you need to let Lacy know so she can field Mr. Masterson’s calls. Now, we’re going to log on to your computer and start getting you set up on the systems. There should be several e-mails in your inbox with IDs and temporary passwords–”

The door to Mr. Masterson’s office opened, and the man himself walked out. “Caleb! I was so afraid you weren’t going to make it today. Jessica, would you mind excusing us for a minute? I’ll call you when we’re finished, and then you can finish getting Caleb settled in.”

“Yes, of course, sir,” Jessica said, finally smiling professionally.

So she wasn’t a grump to everyone.

“This way, Caleb.” Mr. Masterson put an arm around me and ushered me into his office.

“Sir,” I managed to utter respectfully. “Forgive me if I say I’m not really interested in going to lunch with you.”

“I understand completely. Hopefully we can change that attitude of yours over time,” Mr. Masterson chuckled. “I just wanted to tell you I was talking to Hank.”

This couldn’t be good.

“He and I have decided I should take Jacey on as an intern. She’ll be Lacy’s assistant. Lacy could use the help. Especially since you’re just getting trained,” Mr. Masterson said.

I was right. It was terrible news. “I thought we were keeping Jacey out of this,” I growled.

“Did you? No. I think not. You’re both in it neck deep.” Mr. Masterson’s voice was now flat and unyielding. “I’m not going to let either of you go to Darren Church. Did you have a nice coffee this morning?”

I felt the blood drain from my face. “I didn’t know who he was.”

“I know. He grabs all of the newbies and tries to scare them into ratting me out. Unfortunately, the pay’s too good.” Mr. Masterson smiled at me. “You are going to be paid very handsomely, Caleb. More than if you’d become a doctor.”

My jaw clenched. “It was never about the money.”

“I know. But I wanted to let you know there are at least some positives of working this job. Now, I’m going to call Jessica back and have her get you up to speed. I’m sure you’ll be working closely with Lacy as well. And Jacey.” Mr. Masterson was quite pleased with himself, I could tell.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll just go wait for Jessica to come back,” I seethed.

Mr. Masterson waved a hand. “Go ahead. Oh, and Caleb?”

“Yes?” I asked.

“See you at lunch,” he said.