Stranded with My Stepbrother

Chapter 26

I knew when she was going to come. I could feel it in the way her body trembled, hear it in the hitch in her breathing. I also knew when I came, I wasn’t going to pull out. I should—it was madness to keep risking pregnancy like this—but the possessive side of me that had taken over needed to fill her with my cum.

I quickly molded my mouth to hers when she cried out, shuddering with a powerful orgasm. I thrust three more times, then pushed deep, releasing my entire load into her.

“Caleb...” Jocelyn sighed, accepting my seed without protest.

I slowly nuzzled and sucked her nipples, pushing her bra and shirt out of my way, keeping my cock inside her. I wasn’t willing to let this be the end. I was greedy, greedy for her body and her beautiful spirit.

“You’re not pulling out,” Jocelyn panted after a while. She kept biting her lip to keep from making noise as I worshipped her breasts.

“Nope,” I agreed.

Jocelyn’s chest heaved, and she cradled my head to her breast. “We’re doing it again.”

“You bet your sweet ass we are,” I said.

I hardened again after a bit as she got hotter and wetter around me from the attention I was giving her breasts. I had to silence little mewls with my lips as I made slow love to her this time, taking her with aching tenderness.

I tasted her tears on my tongue and pulled my mouth from hers to kiss her tears away.

“It’s okay, baby,” I whispered. “I’ve got you. I’m here.”

Jocelyn wrapped her arms around me and buried her face in my neck, sobbing softly.

I stroked her hair. “Does it feel okay, baby?”

Jocelyn nodded against me.

“Good. It’s okay. I know you’re scared. I’m scared, too. But we’re here and we’re together now,” I said with a swallow.

Jocelyn’s lips brushed my neck, so sweetly I thought I might fucking cry myself.

Instead, I focused on her and her pleasure, listening to her breathing pick up when I thumbed her clit.

When Jocelyn came apart, she whimpered into my shoulder.

Her body squeezed around my cock, and I came with a groan, still buried deep inside her.

I pressed my forehead to hers as we both panted and came down. “Baby, I love you,” I whispered to her. “I love you, Jacey.”

“I love you, Caleb,” Jocelyn responded, making me warm to the center of my bones.

This time, I did pull out and get us back into our clothes, giving Jocelyn tender touches as I did so. Then I wrapped my arms around her and waited for the dawn.

I don’t think either of us slept a wink, watching the door, waiting for Fate to come knocking.

Sooner than either of us wanted, the chain jingled heavily, and the door opened. We sat up.

Girard stood in the doorway and leaned against the frame. “Christian did say he heard some interesting sounds last night,” he smirked. “You’ve been fucking your sister.”

Jocelyn paled. I looked down at the blanket and, sure enough, there was plenty of evidence of our activities.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” I grunted.

“You kill people. You fuck your sister. You’re a sick, sick man,” Girard chuckled.

“Have you made a decision?” I asked, ignoring his needling.

Girard shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to find out.” He stepped out of the doorway, and the man I could only assume was Christian pointed a gun at us.

“Out,” Christian said.

I rose, then tugged Jocelyn up. The two of us put our flannel shirts back on, then walked out of the shed, Jocelyn’s hand in mine.

Just as we cleared the door, two men jumped up behind us, holding smelly cloths over our faces.

I struggled, losing my grip on Jocelyn.

“Breathe,” Girard ordered while Christian kept his gun trained on us.

Jocelyn coughed, gagged, then sagged in the arms of the man who held the cloth.

“Ngh!” I cried in muffled protest, trying to shake my attacker off me and go to her. But two other men came forward and gripped me by the arms.

Girard crossed his arms over his chest. “Breathe.”