Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 47: It's My Life

-Jacey-

“Baby, get in with me?” Caleb asked once I had him in a warm bath. His abdomen looked awful, and there was also bruising on his arms and legs.

“Why?” I eyed him suspiciously.

Caleb gestured to his rigid dick.

“Caleb,” I scolded him. “You’re hurt. I’m surprised you can even get it up at all. If I get in there, it’s just going to hurt you.”

Caleb pouted. “It’s your fault.”

“How is it my fault?” I demanded.

“You’re all sexy when you wash me,” Caleb grinned.

I rolled my eyes. “Caleb, I was washing you. Just washing you. Not sexy-time washing you. Now you just sit there and soak.”

“Fine. We’ll do it in bed. I’ll lay on my back and let you do all the work,” Caleb said.

“No. That’s my final answer. You need to get better first,” I replied.

Caleb sighed. “How long will that be?”

“A few days at least, I think. I don’t know. You’re the one who studied medicine,” I pointed out.

“Hmm.” Caleb stroked his fingertips down my arm as I leaned on the edge of the tub. “We are going to sleep together, though, right?’

I smiled and stroked his hair. “Of course. I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

“Good,” Caleb said.

In truth, I was worried about his nightmares. Otherwise, I might have slept in my own bed. I didn’t want to bump his bruises during the night.

After about half an hour, I helped Caleb out of the tub. I patted him dry very gently, then we walked into his bedroom.

I stripped out of habit. Caleb got into bed, and I could see the spark of desire in his eyes.

“I’ll go put on some pajamas,” I said, starting for my bedroom.

“No. Don’t,” Caleb replied. He held out his hand to me. “Just come to bed. I’ll be good, I promise.”

I laughed in disbelief. “Yeah, right.”

“I promise,” Caleb said again.

I sighed. He sounded so down.

“You’d better be good,” I grumbled and crawled into bed with him, stark naked.

Caleb spooned me from behind and wrapped his arm around me. He kissed the back of my neck. “Good night baby.”

“Good night, Caleb,” I responded.

***

I dreamed about Mr. Masterson.

His hands were all over me. In fact, it was as though he had more than one pair.

He held me down on top of his desk and kicked my legs apart.

“Let’s make a deal,” he said, and kept saying it. “Let’s make a deal. Let’s make a deal.”

I struggled, but I couldn’t get away.

“No!” I screamed when he entered me. “No! No!”

Mr. Masterson just laughed. “Let’s make a deal. Let’s make a deal.”

“Jacey.”

I heard Caleb’s voice, but I couldn’t see him. I cried out desperately. “Caleb!”

“Jacey, baby, wake up. I’m here. I’m right here.”

My eyes flew open, and I saw Caleb leaning over me, looking concerned. My whole body had broken out in a cold sweat.

“Caleb,” I sobbed and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Hey, baby. Everything’s okay. I’m here,” Caleb whispered, wrapping me in his arms.

“What’s that racket?!” my father shouted outside the door.

“Nightmare, Dad. Go back to sleep,” I called back.

There was a pause, then my father asked, “Jacey, what are you doing in Caleb’s room?”

“It… it was the nightmare… I came in after the nightmare…” I invented quickly.

“Well, get to bed. We all have to work in the morning,” my father grumbled.

We listened to him pad back down the hall, then Caleb turned to me. “Baby, what happened? What were you dreaming about?”

“I…” my voice hitched. “I dreamed Mr. Masterson was raping me.”

Caleb swore and held me tighter. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.”

I knew it must hurt him to be holding me this way, but I couldn’t seem to let go. “I… I…”

“What is it, baby?” Caleb asked, rocking me. “You can tell me.”

I couldn’t. It wasn’t right. Not while Caleb was in this condition.

Caleb put his lips right by my ear. “Do you want me to make love to you, baby?”

With a sniffle, I nodded my head.

Caleb laid me down gently, kissing me.

Then it was his hands roaming over my body. His rough, familiar palms touching my breasts and belly.

Kissing me again, Caleb pressed his fingers up into me. I whimpered.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll get you wet,” Caleb assured me. He moved his fingers very slowly inside me and thumbed my clit, licking and sucking my nipples.

True to his word, Caleb worked me until I was dripping for him. “Caleb. Please. I want you inside me now,” I murmured when I thought he might make me climax on his hand. I didn’t want that. I wanted to climax on his cock.

Caleb removed his fingers and spread some of my juices along his shaft. Then he moved over me. “A little bit wider, baby. There we go.”

Once I widened my legs, Caleb pressed the head of his dick against my entrance, then thrust gently inside, all the way to the hilt.

“Caleb,” I sighed, looping my arms around his neck. “Does it… hurt to do this?”

“It’s worth it. Trust me,” Caleb said. He kissed me, pulling back a little, then thrusting in again.

He was slow and gentle with me, and it was so beautiful it made me cry. Caleb kissed my tears and kept moving, touching me everywhere until all there was in my world was Caleb.

We came together, our bodies straining for each other, and Caleb groaned against my shoulder as he filled me with his warm seed.

“What the FUCK is going on here?!” my father bellowed.

I looked up and saw Caleb’s door was open, my father holding the key.

Caleb swore and pulled the covers over us, protecting my naked body from my father’s eyes. “What does it look like?” Caleb snapped. “Jesus, could you knock?!”

“Are you… are you fucking your sister? Jacey, are you fucking your brother?! Answer me!” my father demanded, spittle flying from his lips.

Jeanie appeared then. “Oh dear,” was all she said.

“She is not my sister!” Caleb replied, exasperated.

“She is your sister!” my father insisted. “Jesus. Jesus Christ!”

I clung to Caleb, looking at my father and Jeanie, not sure exactly what to do. That my father had found us out was a tragedy. I had no idea what he was going to do.

“Get off her, boy. Right now,” my father growled.

“Not a chance,” Caleb responded. “You’re the one who interrupted us.”

“Of course I interrupted you, you are FUCKING YOUR SISTER!!” my father all but screamed.

“Dad, it’s okay. Caleb and I love each other very much,” I tried to explain.

My father was having none of it. He stormed into the bedroom and grabbed Caleb by his bare, bruised shoulder.

Caleb hissed and pulled out of me. He slid out from under the comforter, careful to make sure I was still covered, then rounded on my father. “This is a huge invasion of our privacy.”

“Your privacy?! That’s my daughter you’re dipping your dick into!” my father yelled.

“Hank, the neighbors are going to hear,” Jeanie said softly.

“Then let them hear this.” My father hauled back and punched Caleb in the face.

“No!” I cried.

Caleb’s head snapped back. But he wasn’t down for the count. He punched my father right back, hard enough to knock him backward into the dresser and shatter the mirror.

My dad wiped the blood off his lip while Caleb bled from his nose.

“Both of you, stop!” Jeanie shouted.

They didn’t stop. My father stood up to face Caleb again. He took a few swings, which Caleb dodged this time.

“You leave my little girl alone, do you hear me?!” my father snarled.

“No,” Caleb responded simply.

“What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!” My father took another swing.

“I was making love to the woman I love until you came in,” Caleb replied.

My father finally backed Caleb to the wall and took a pot shot at his abdomen.

Caleb groaned and doubled over.

“Dad, no!” I jumped out of bed and grabbed his arm when he was going to punch Caleb again.

My father threw me off him. I tripped on the comforter, which was now on the floor, and hit my head on the bedside table.

Jeanie gasped.

Caleb saw what had happened and the look of hatred in his eyes was palpable. He swung hard at my father, and there was a loud crunch.

My father stumbled back, clutching his face. Caleb hobbled to my side and helped me up.

I was bleeding from my temple. A lot.

Caleb thumbed some of the blood out of the way to take a good look. “I don’t think it needs stitches. It’s just a little cut. But it’s a head wound, so it’s going to bleed a lot.”

“Get out,” my father snarled while Caleb was examining me. “Boy, you get out of my house.”

“Hank, no. We can work this out,” Jeanie said. “They’re both grown ups. And they’re not biologically related…”

My father turned his glare on Jeanie. “Are you telling me this is okay with you?”

“No. Not at all,” Jeanie responded. “I’m saying it’s not our choice to make.”

“Well, I’m making that choice. Jacey, go to your room. Caleb, pack your shit and get out of here,” my father snapped.

Caleb looked at me and I nodded in silent agreement. I went to my room and pulled on some clothes, then began packing myself.

“What are you doing, Jacey?” my father asked.

“I’m leaving with Caleb,” I said. I hefted my bag over my shoulder. “And if you try to keep me here again, I will press charges.”

My father paled, then turned bright red. “Fine! Get out. Both of you! You disgust me!”

Caleb put his arm around me when I came back into his room then escorted me past my father and Jeanie and out to his car. “If you need us,” he called out the window to my father and Jeanie. “We’ll be at a motel.”

Jeanie burst into tears, but my father just stood there with his arms folded, a look of deep betrayal on his face.

I would never forget that look.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, and Caleb took my hand in his. “It’s okay,” he said. “It’s going to be okay.”

Considering all the shit we were in with Masterson and the fact that our parents were ‘disgusted’ by us, I was beginning to doubt it. “Do we even have enough money for a motel?” I asked glumly.

“I do.” Caleb squeezed my hand. “I got a bonus for agreeing to work there in the first place. Apparently, it’s something they give all the assistants.”

“Oh. Okay.” We were okay on the finding shelter part, at least. I looked out the window into the darkness at the yellow and white lines that seemed to go on forever as we entered farm country.

“What if we just kept going?” I whispered.

“Going?” Caleb asked. “Going where?”

“Anywhere. Everywhere. Just going and going and going,” I said.

Caleb looked over at me briefly. He ran his thumb over the back of my hand in a comforting manner. “I don’t think we can outrun them all.”

“Probably not,” I sighed.

Caleb leaned over and gave my healing temple a quick kiss. “I love you, Jacey. I want us to make a life together. I don’t want law enforcement and Masterson and Girard nipping at our heels. We’d never be able to stop running.”

“I know. It was just a thought,” I said.

“It was a nice thought,” Caleb responded softly. “I’d go anywhere with you, Jacey. All around the world and back again. But I also want to see you in the yard, playing with our children someday.”

I imagined pushing a little boy who looked just like Caleb on the swingset in the back of a modest white house. “I want that, too.”

“Good. So we’re going to take Masterson down and get our lives back?” Caleb said.

I nodded. “Yes, Caleb. We’re going to get our lives back.”