Stranded with My Stepbrother

Chapter 31

It was our first taste, I guess, of what life was going to be like outside the little bubble we’d created when we’d been lost.

“Want half my Hershey bar?” I asked Jocelyn, trying to distract from our parents acting like kids.

“Sure.” Jocelyn herself looked a bit wistful.

I swore to myself, the first chance I got, I was renting us a cabin in the middle of nowhere where we could tease each other, and laugh, and touch, and fuck all we wanted without anyone around to judge us.

I set a cool piece of chocolate on half a graham cracker for her, holding the other half of the graham cracker above it so Jocelyn could slide her toasted marshmallow inside. The chocolate began to melt on my thumb, and I licked it off suggestively while I handed her the finished s’more.

Jocelyn blushed. “Stop it,” she breathed, though we both knew her father and my mother were too wrapped up in each other to notice.

I just grinned.

“Say, Caleb, your marshmallow’s going to burn to a crisp,” Hank suddenly said.

I looked down at the stick I was absently holding over the fire and, sure enough, my marshmallow was mostly ash.

“Guess it’s kindling now,” Hank chuckled. He passed his stick to me. “I think Jeanie and I are finished. You go ahead and eat that one. It’s a nice golden brown.”

I didn’t know if it was my mother’s influence, or Jocelyn’s, or just another side of Hank’s nature, but he was trying to warm up to me at least. “Thanks,” I replied.

Hank smiled and tugged my mother up off their bench. “Make sure to put out the fire before you head to bed.”

There was a bucket of sand sitting next to the fire for just that purpose. “I will. Thanks, Hank.”

“You’re welcome, son,” Hank said. He clapped me on the shoulder as he and my mother walked past us, giggling like two teenagers as they went to the air mattress inside their tent.

Hank winked at me before he zipped the tent flap shut.

It might have needled me before, but I was fucking his daughter, so... I guessed we were even.

Jocelyn leaned her head on my shoulder. “Back to reality.”

“Reality’s changed a bit, though, hasn’t it?” I said softly, kissing her hair.

“True.” Jocelyn tipped her head up and kissed me.

I kissed her back, thoroughly, until she was panting and clinging to me.

I’d even forgotten that Hank and my mother were twenty feet away, doing God only knew what, until I heard Hank snoring.

I smiled and took Jocelyn’s hand, kissing the palm. “Jacey,” I murmured, “let’s go to bed.”

“Okay.” Jocelyn gave me a last peck on the lips then went to dump sand on the embers of the fire.

I grabbed her ass while she was bent over with the bucket, and Jocelyn swatted my hand. My grin was absolutely unrepentant in the flashlight glow as she turned hers on and shined it in my face.

“We have to be quiet,” she reminded me. “Get your sleeping bag.”

I turned on my flashlight and gave her an impulsive kiss. “Yes, ma’am.”

Jocelyn shook her head and muttered something about me being incorrigible before padding off to her tent.

I waited a few beats then went to my own tent, grabbing my sleeping bag off my cot and zipping the door flap closed behind me.

“Knock knock,” I whispered at Jocelyn’s tent.

She pushed her tent flap open, letting me inside.

In the light of our flashlights, I could see that Jocelyn had pushed a stack of clothes, books, and toiletries under her cot to make room for our sleeping bags.

I zipped the tent flap closed behind me then went about figuring out how to zip our sleeping bags together.

As we both had weather-appropriate sleeping bags which tapered at the foot, it was a bit of a feat, but I managed it at last. I stripped down to my boxers and snuggled down into the doubled-up sleeping bags.

Jocelyn stripped to panties and a T-shirt and followed me inside. I zipped us in, and we both laid our heads on Jocelyn’s pillow, cocooned together without an inch of space between our bodies.

“Now we’re going to go to sleep. SLEEP,” Jocelyn instructed me in a no-nonsense tone.