Stranded with My Stepbrother

Chapter 24

The last couple of inches, Caleb reached down to massage my clit while he sank into me, distracting me from the discomfort.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort to hold himself back.

I nodded against his cheek, not trusting myself to speak. It hurt a bit, still, but it was nothing like the first time. This time it was... okay. Tolerable.

Caleb began easing himself out, only to surge back in.

I gasped as his large cock filled me again to the brim.

We both realized at the same time I was going to be absolutely unable to be quiet, so Caleb kissed me and kept his mouth on mine, swallowing every sound I made while he made slow love to me.

As the sex progressed, Caleb inevitably became more swollen inside me, but I was slick enough that his entry was still rather easy.

His thrusts became sharper, and I realized it had stopped hurting. In fact, I was starting to tingle inside.

“Caleb?” I whispered, a little confused by the change.

Caleb smiled against my lips and started worrying my clit in earnest.

I didn’t know what to make of the building sensations. And then it didn’t matter. I didn’t care. I felt bliss crackling through my whole body, and I didn’t need or want an explanation. I just didn’t want it to stop.

“There’s my baby,” Caleb groaned, thrusting harder and faster still.

I dug my nails into his T-shirt-covered back crying out into his mouth as my inner muscles trembled and then fisted around his cock.

Caleb moaned back into my mouth, and I felt him cum, spurting hot inside me.

We held each other a long time, Caleb on top of and inside me as he softened.

“How did that feel?” Caleb asked, but I could feel his smirk against my lips.

“Pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you,” I grinned back.

“Shouldn’t I be?” Caleb chuckled smugly.

I kissed him. “You have every right to be. That felt sooo good.”

“Good.” Caleb reluctantly pulled out of me. He got us back into our clothes, though neither of us put the flannel shirts back on. We’d created too much heat between us.

Caleb wrapped his arms around me and laid down on his back, encouraging me to lay my head on his chest.

I draped my arm over his waist, listening to his heartbeat and the sound of his breath, which gently stirred wisps of my hair.

Caleb rubbed the back of my neck.

A thousand words I could say swirled in my mind as silence fell between us.

“What are you thinking about?” Caleb asked softly.

I shrugged. “Lots of things. Things I shouldn’t think about and don’t need to worry about. Things I’m worried about anyway.”

“I’m going to do everything I can to make sure that we don’t die,” Caleb said, toying with my braid.

“I know. Me, too,” I replied.

His lips brushed the top of my head. “What else are you thinking about?”

“Stuff. Weird stuff.” I furrowed my brow. “I don’t know.”

“You can tell me,” Caleb said.

“Well, you know, I wonder if this is wrong sometimes...” I responded slowly, glad he couldn’t see my blush in the dark.

Caleb cupped my ass, pulling me against him so I was half-riding his thigh. “Does it feel wrong?”

“No, it feels... good,” I whispered. “Every time you touch me... it feels... right.”

“Me, too,” Caleb said. “I’m glad I was your first. I... fuck... God help me... I want to be your last.”

I winced. “If things go the way they’re going, that might not be difficult.”

Caleb’s arms tightened around me. “Don’t think that way. We’ll figure this out. We’re not going to die. I refuse. Now that I have you, I refuse to lose you.”

I snuggled Caleb, not sure what to say to that. They were desperate words without any hope of being a promise, but I knew he was just trying to keep my spirits up. I knew he must be scared shitless, just like me.

“What else is bothering you?” Caleb asked after a moment.

I bit my lip. “Well, if we do get out of this and we do get rescued, what do we tell Jeanie and Dad?”