Stranded with My Stepbrother

Chapter 23

My head snapped around when I heard the door open, and I winced as a flashlight shone in my eyes.

Even though I couldn’t yet see it, I heard the distinctive cock of a gun.

“I’d thank you kindly not to ruin our shed,” a man I didn’t recognize said flatly.

“S-Sorry,” I stuttered.

The barrel of the gun sparkled in the light of the flashlight as he pointed the gun first at Caleb, then at me, then back at Caleb. “If I have to come back in here, one of you is getting shot.”

“Yes, sir,” I gulped.

“Good girl. Caleb?” the man prompted.

Caleb was quiet for a beat longer than I thought was prudent, but then he finally said, “Fine.”

“Good. Now, both of you get some sleep. Pretty sure Girard’s going to decide what to do with you in the morning,” the man said. He swung the door shut.

I heard the chain and padlock again.

Hopeless, I flopped cross-legged on our blanket. “Caleb,” I whispered, “are we going to die?”

Caleb was silent a long time. Then he sat down next to me and pulled me into his arms. “I don’t know, Jacey.”

I choked back a sob. I didn’t want to give that asshole outside the satisfaction of hearing me blubber.

Caleb kissed my temple, then my lips, trying to comfort me.

I wrapped my arms aroundhis neck and kissed him back, playing with his hair.

With a low groan, Caleb pulled back a bit. “Jacey,” he murmured in my ear, “if... if this is going to be our last night...”

I knew what he wanted. I wanted it, too. If we were going to die, I wanted to be close with him at least one more time.

I shrugged out of my flannel shirt and felt in the dark for his, undoing the buttons and sliding it down over his shoulders.

Caleb put a hand on my waist and massaged my skin with his thumb, seeking out my mouth once more and kissing me more urgently.

I started reaching to peel off my T-shirt, but Caleb caught my hand and twined his fingers through mine.

“Just push it up, with your bra. If they come barging in, I want you to be able to get clothes back on quickly,” Caleb said.

“Okay.” I pushed my shirt and bra up.

Caleb’s hand felt its way up my bare skin and landed on one of my breasts. He massaged it, thumbing my nipple.

I made a sound in my throat, but Caleb quickly kissed me again, muffling any more sounds.

Caleb laid me down gently then opened my pants and slid them down just far enough so that I could spread my knees for him. “Baby...” he murmured, teasing his fingers up inside me, “I know you’re probably still a bit sore, and FUCK you’re tight...”

I bit my lip against making noise and laid a hand on his cheek. “It’s okay. I want you to.”

In the dark, I heard Caleb’s zipper open while his fingers worked magic inside me. He pressed his lips to mine as I started making desperate little sounds in my throat.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Come for me. Come around my fingers.”

He found that special spot again, and just barely managed to crash his lips over mine before I let out a yowl, shuddering underneath him as my orgasm rushed through me.

Caleb slowly withdrew his fingers. I soon felt the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance.

“Relax, baby,” Caleb murmured, stroking my hair with one hand while his other arm circled underneath my hips, pulling them up while he gently pushed.

It was much easier than the first time, but he was still so big it was a bit uncomfortable. I whimpered as he inched inside me.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Caleb said, kissing me and running his hand over my breast, teasing my nipple. “Relax for me... I’m only about half in.”

Half?! I was glad he couldn’t see my eyes bulging out of my head at that revelation. Indeed, the inches didn’t seem to stop. When he hit a sore spot, and I let out a little gasp, he’d pull back a little, then push back in a few times until my body relaxed enough for him to keep going.