Stranded with My Stepbrother

Chapter 32

I had to say, my dick was disappointed by her edict, but we both needed the rest. I put an arm around Jocelyn and spread my hand under her shirt, over her bare back, but did not go any further.

Jocelyn closed her eyes, and we turned off our flashlights. I breathed her in, letting her scent and feel comfort me. In truth, I was afraid to go to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see Bill’s bashed-in skull.

I must have fallen asleep, though, because I woke with a start with Jocelyn’s hand over my mouth.

“Caleb,” she whispered, kissing my temple. “Caleb, it’s me, it’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here.”

I was covered in cold sweat, even though we were inside the sleeping bags, pressed together. I couldn’t even remember what I’d been dreaming, but it must not have been anything good, because Jocelyn was muffling, if I had to guess by the rawness in my throat, a scream.

“What’s going on?” Hank asked, his feet pounding the ground to our tents. “Jacey? Did you scream?”

“I...” Jocelyn replied loudly, keeping her hand over my mouth. “I... thought there was a spider in my sleeping bag.

Hank groaned outside her tent. “Jacey, it’s three o’clock in the morning.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I was asleep and I felt something crawling,” Jocelyn said.

“Oh dear. That sounds awful,” my mother’s voice joined in.

“It was,” Jocelyn responded. “It was awful. But then it turned out it was just the tag on the sleeping bag, so everything’s fine. Sorry I woke everyone up.”

Hank chuckled. “Everyone but Caleb. Boy sleeps like a rock.”

“Right,” Jocelyn said. “Well, that’s good.”

“Let’s try to keep screaming to a minimum, okay?” Hank’s voice was kind and filled with humor.

“Absolutely. Sorry, Dad. Jeanie,” Jocelyn replied contritely.

Our parents walked off, and I could hear their tent flap zip open.

Jocelyn snuggled into me and stroked my hair, comforting me.

I buried my face in her neck, taking deep breaths.

“Maybe we should just try to stay awake,” Jocelyn suggested.

“Okay. That sounds like a plan,” I said, unzipping the sleeping bags to get a little air on my skin.

Jocelyn laid her cheek on my shoulder and stroked my chest, belly, and sides as the sweat began to evaporate off my skin.

I closed my eyes and let her touch chase away my demons. At least for a little while.

Then Jocelyn’s hand slid under the waistband of my boxers and circled my cock.

I grunted softly, putting my hand over hers as she stroked my shaft gently.

“Jacey,” I whispered into her hair when she ran her thumb over my tip. My dick was screaming for release, but I didn’t want to cum in her hand.

I rolled us so she was underneath me. I could hear Jocelyn’s surprise in the sharp intake of her breath.

Fusing my lips to hers, I began tugging down her panties.

Jocelyn whimpered against my lips when I cupped her mound and began getting her wet with my fingers.

“I want to cum inside, baby. Will you let me?” I murmured in her ear.

I felt Jocelyn nod against my cheek.

When her juices were dripping over my hand, I replaced my fingers with my straining cock, pushing in sharply to the hilt. I swallowed Jocelyn’s cry of surprise.

“I’m so close, baby. This is gonna be hard and fast, but I’ll make you come first,” I promised, beginning a punishing pace. I knew how she liked it. I knew where she liked it. And I hit the spot with every thrust.

Jocelyn clung to my shoulders, making little sounds of pleasure against my lips. Then I had to stifle a shriek from her with my palm as her body found sweet release.

I bit the inside of my cheek against a groan as I jetted into her, finding my own release.

We were going to have to invest in condoms when we got home. Lots, and lots, and lots of condoms. And maybe an EPT, given the number of times I’d cum in her and the number of times I was going to cum in her by the time we left.