Stranded with My Stepbrother

Chapter 18

Soon enough, his milky white cum swirled into the water as he let out a grunt of satisfaction.

“Oh, baby,” Caleb sighed as I readjusted my bra over my breasts. “You’re amazing, Jacey.”

I smiled and gave him a kiss. “Just returning the favor.”

Caleb tucked himself back into his boxers. “I think maybe we should go back to the cabin and eat.”

My stomach growled, and I blushed while Caleb laughed.

“Guess somebody agrees with me,” he said, rubbing my belly. He playfully poked his finger into my belly button.

I started picking my way back over the rocks, navigating for the smoothest ones, shaking my head, letting Caleb hang onto my shoulders. He was pretty good at finding a safe path himself, carefully working his way back to the shore with me.

Once we got to shore, I dumped water out of my boots and put them back on. Caleb’s angry legs were looking a little better, especially his shins, which had gotten the worst of it.

We made our way back to the cabin. There’d still been no signs of life all day.

Or so we thought.

The first sound I heard as we neared the cabin was a strange click.

Caleb’s eyes widened and he quickly pushed me behind him.

“You little shits been messin’ around in my cabin, eatin’ my food?!” the voice of an older man carried through the front door.

I saw it was ajar and there was the barrel of a shotgun pointed at us through the opening.

“Yes, sir,” Caleb said. “We got lost in the storm and we needed shelter—”

“Get the FUCK off my property!” the older man howled.

Caleb frowned. “Sir, as I understand it, this property belongs to the Canadian government...”

The ground in front of Caleb exploded. I clamped my hands over my mouth to stifle a shriek.

“What are you, a Mountie? Get the FUCK out of here!” the man yelled.

“All right,” Caleb said after a moment of silence. “If you could please direct us to the nearest road—”

“Find yer own damn road,” the old man shouted and spat on the ground outside the door.

“Caleb...” I whispered.

Caleb took my hand and squeezed it. “Fine then. We’ll be on our way.” He backed away, heading further into the woods, holding me behind him.

“Say, that a woman?” the older man called once Caleb finally turned around and started leading me God only knew where.

Caleb stiffened. “That’s none of your damn business.”

The shotgun cocked again. “I think it is. I think maybe I’m owed some payment for my hospitality.”

“Jacey,” Caleb said, leaning down by my ear. “Run.”

“Caleb—!”

“RUN!” Caleb repeated, giving me a shove.

I ran as fast as my boots would take me, hearing a gunshot behind me. I stopped and turned, but even though they were spindly, the trees were too thick for me to see what had happened.

“Caleb?” I called behind me.

When he didn’t appear, I started back the direction I came. Or at least I thought I did. But it turned out I had no idea where I’d gone, or how to get back to where I’d come from.

“Caleb?” I called again, weaving through the trees over beds of pine needles, moss, and dirt.

Someone grabbed my shoulder and I spun around.

An older man I didn’t recognize wearing a flannel shirt and carrying a shotgun gave me a yellow-teethed smile. “Well hello there, darlin’. I’m afraid Caleb can’t make it. But aren’t you a pretty thing...”

I backed up, but there wasn’t far to go before my back was to the scratchy bark of one of the spindly pine trees. “What do you want? Where’s Caleb?”

The man made eye contact with my boobs, then looked back up at me with a lascivious grin. “I think we can figure something out, don’t you?”

“S-Stay away from me,” I said.

“Not to worry, darlin’. I know how to show a girl a good time,” the older man responded, reaching out and trailing a dirty finger along my jaw.

I jerked my head away and squeezed my eyes shut. “Please just go away.”