Stranded with My Stepbrother

Chapter 29

“Okay,” I whispered. “Just not on top of the hill where they could see from the lake.”

Caleb nodded and tugged me down the other side of the hill, deeper into the woods. “Take off your clothes,” he said, backing me up to a birch tree.

It was mostly smooth with a couple of knots against my back. I stripped off my T-shirt and bra.

Caleb played with my breasts while I shivered and stripped off the rest.

“In a minute, I’m going to lift you onto my dick. When I do, wrap your legs around my waist and hang onto me. Okay?” Caleb murmured.

“Okay.” I wondered what was going to take him “a minute” until his lips descended on mine and his fingers pressed up inside me.

“Oh, God, Caleb...” I moaned. He knew just where and how to touch me to get me wet for him.

He opened his pants and rubbed the shaft of his cock against my seam, getting us both slick and ready. Then Caleb lifted me by my thighs and brought me down hard on his cock.

I cried out, but remembered to wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper still. Caleb groaned, and as I gripped his shoulders, he began fucking me against the birch tree. Hard.

It was harder than I was used to from him, but it still felt wonderful. Our bodies coupled desperately, both of us pouring the unresolved emotions of the last few days into our lovemaking.

I could feel Caleb’s anger, fear, and anguish in every hard thrust. I knew what he needed, and I gave it to him, every cell of my body tuned to his.

“Baby, you feel so good,” Caleb groaned, still keeping up a punishing pace that lit a fire in me.

“You... too...” I panted, my eyes rolling back when his cock rubbed right where I wanted it.

“There?” Caleb asked, hitting the spot again.

“Yes. YES!” I bit my lip against a loud yowl of pleasure as an orgasm rocked me from my core.

Caleb didn’t pull out, and I wasn’t going to ask him to. He poured every ounce of emotion from our ordeal into one long ejaculation, filling me up with his warm cum.

I held onto him, my arms and legs wrapped around him, stroking my hands up and down his back while he emptied into me.

“Jacey,” Caleb sighed as he finished, squeezing my ass. “Fuck, I needed that. Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t think you’re any less addicting,” I teased him.

As he softened again, his cock slipped out of me, and Caleb put me back on the ground. “So, what did your dad have to say when I stomped off on him?”

“Pretty sure he just wanted to yell some more. As long as you didn’t take a boat this time, I think he’s fine,” I said, sliding Caleb’s cock back into his pants and zipping him up.

Caleb shook his head. “Your dad is an asshole.”

“He’s really not. He’s just... old school, I guess,” I replied. “You have to kind of look between the words. He wasn’t actually worried about a motor more than he was worried about us.”

“Could have fooled me,” Caleb snorted, now helping me back into my panties and pants.

I snapped my bra straps over my shoulders and frowned at him. “Caleb, please try to get along with my father. For my sake.”

Caleb knelt to tie my tennis shoe, which had come undone during sex. He impudently poked his tongue in my belly button. “Okay. For you, I’ll do it.”

“Thank you,” I said. “Now—”

“Provided you do something for me,” Caleb grinned.

I rolled my eyes. “Caleb, I don’t know if your short-term memory is working, but I seem to remember...”

“Let me sleep with you,” Caleb interrupted me.

I stared at him. “Pardon?”

Caleb rubbed the back of his neck. “I keep seeing... Bill...” He shook his head. “Forget it. It’s a stupid idea.” He twitched my T-shirt down to my waist, then started back toward camp.

I caught his wrist. “Caleb, I just have the small cot, and it won’t take our weight, but if you bring your sleeping bag, we might be able to zip them together on the ground. We just... can’t wake up Dad and Jeanie.”