Stranded with My Stepbrother

Chapter 17

Sitting waist deep in the water on an obliging boulder, I cupped my hands together and trickled water over my hair. It was coming out of its braid, and I had no idea what I was going to do without a comb or a brush. If I couldn’t tame it, I was going to look like a swamp witch coming out of the bog with sticks and leaves in her tangled hair.

As though he heard me, Caleb moved to sit behind me, pulling me into his lap. Even now, he was hard for me.

Me.

It was like I’d been given this mysterious power over him, and I was relishing in it.

Caleb took out my hair band and carefully undid my hair, combing his fingers through it with care. “God, your hair is beautiful. And so soft...”

I felt myself blushing. “You won’t think that if it stays unbraided. I’ll look like a hermit who just wandered out of her cave.”

Caleb chuckled and kissed my neck. “I’ll braid it for you.”

“Really?” I looked back at him. “You know how to do that?”

“Sure. My dad used to do it for my mom. He showed me,” Caleb said.

“That sounds really nice,” I replied softly. I knew Caleb missed his father. I wished he got along better with mine, but I could understand the complex animosity between them.

Caleb cupped more water over my hair, rinsing it out. He gently detangled any snarls with his fingers, then slowly braided it back up, finishing up by wrapping the hair binder around the bottom.

“Thanks,” I murmured, looking up at him. Then I saw a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. “What? What are you—”

Caleb’s answer was to slide his hand into my panties, washing me out himself.

I gasped and gripped his thighs. “Caleb!”

“What?” he asked innocently. “Have to get you nice and clean.”

“Nice and clean” apparently meant pushing his fingers into me as well. I dug my nails into his thighs and moaned.

“Yeah, I think a bath was a great idea,” Caleb whispered in my ear, nibbling along the shell.

There wasn’t a person or boat in sight. I wasn’t sure my oversexed body would have cared in the slightest if there was.

“Come for me, baby,” Caleb said, adding his thumb on my clit to the mix. “I know you want to.”

Of course, I wanted to. I wanted anything my stepbrother wanted to give me. Except, perhaps, full on sex. At least for a while. I was still sore around his fingers as he hooked them inside me.

“Caleb!” I cried as he wrought another orgasm from me.

“Good girl,” Caleb responded, kissing and nipping along my neck and shoulder. He unsnapped my bra and massaged his wet hands underneath, “rinsing” my chest.

“You just want to play with my breasts,” I accused him.

“Absolutely,” Caleb replied unrepentantly. He rubbed circles with his thumbs over my nipples.

My eyelids fluttered. “Caleb.”

“Yeah, beautiful?” Caleb nuzzled my shoulder.

“It feels... so good... when you touch me,” I confessed.

I felt Caleb’s lips curve up in a smile against my skin. “I like it when you touch me, too.”

“Is that an invitation?” I asked, giving Caleb a wicked grin.

“Well, you know, my dick is very, very dirty...” Caleb feigned innocence.

I laughed. “You’re a bad, bad man.” But I did carefully turn and brace my boots against a lower rock. They were getting flooded with water, but there was no helping that, and they were rubber, so they would dry anyway.

I slipped my hand into his boxers under the water and took out his cock. It wasn’t as hard as it usually would be, but I blamed the cold water. It sure perked up when I started stroking it.

“Mmm, yeah, baby. Just like that,” Caleb groaned.

In an inspired moment, I pulled the front of my bra down with my free hand until my breasts popped out the top, letting him look his fill while I jerked him off.

Caleb stared and panted. His hand curled around mine, encouraging me to go faster and squeeze just a little bit tighter.