Stranded with My Stepbrother

Chapter 33

“Baby, I need to go back to my tent,” I sighed after we came down and I was able to withdraw my softening cock from her body. “I don’t want to, but I think Hank and Mom might have something to say if they see me sneaking out of your tent after they wake up in the morning.”

Jocelyn combed her fingers through my hair and caressed my cheek. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah. I’ll read a book,” I replied. I kissed her nose. “I love you, Jacey.”

“I love you, Caleb.” Jocelyn’s lips sought mine, but I had to break away after a few minutes with a laugh.

“Jacey, we’re going to end up doing it well past breakfast if we keep kissing like THAT,” I warned her.

Jocelyn nuzzled my neck, but gave in, starting to separate our sleeping bags. “I wish we could.”

“Me, too,” I admitted. “Maybe we can stay back tomorrow. Hank was talking about trying to crowd all of us in the one boat, but maybe he and Mom just want to have some alone time, too.”

“This is already so complicated,” Jocelyn groaned. “I don’t even know how we’ll do this when we get home.”

“Simple. I’ll visit you all the time on campus and practically move into your dorm,” I teased.

Jocelyn swatted my shoulder. “I’m being serious.”

“Me, too,” I grinned. Then I sobered and hugged Jocelyn to me. “We’re going to work it out. I promise.”

“Okay,” Jocelyn said. “As long as I have your solemn word on that.”

“You do. On my honor,” I replied. “We’re going to figure out how to be together.”

Jocelyn squeezed my hand in acknowledgement. “Okay, you. You need to go back to your tent.” She gave me a playful smack on the ass.

I inwardly vowed to return the favor. I kissed her one last time, then snuck out of her tent with my sleeping bag over my shoulder.

Somehow, we were going to work this out.

-Jacey-

It didn’t take much convincing for my father and Jeanie to go out fishing alone. I was pretty sure our ordeal had put a crimp in their romantic getaway plans, so when Caleb and I suggested we were too tired to go out fishing, my father and Jeanie nearly pranced down to the shoreline to launch themselves away from us.

Any other time, I might have been angry about it. I mean, after being checked out by a couple of Canadian medics after our disappearance and declared perfectly fit, my father and Jeanie hadn’t worried one bit about it. But their being all wrapped up in each other meant Caleb and I had less trouble concealing our own activities.

Today’s activities started with Caleb bending me over the picnic table and screwing me senseless. The angle meant he went deeper than he’d been in me before, his cock touching places I hadn’t known existed.

I was learning a lot about Caleb’s preferences, and he was learning my body better than I knew it myself. He seemed to consider it the best game ever to find new places to touch and explore that would make me gasp.

Caleb, I knew, preferred to cum inside me. No matter what kind of fooling around we started with, he always wanted to end buried deep in my vagina.

We had a lot of time to discover these things about each other as I knew day fishing could last past 2:00 in the afternoon.

I laid, exhausted after two hours, with my head in Caleb’s lap, stretched out on the picnic bench.

Caleb stroked my hair while playing a game of solitaire on the table.

“Caleb?” I asked after a while. “Are you going to want to wear a condom when we get home?”

Caleb’s fingers stilled, and he looked down at me. “I don’t know if any man wants to wear a condom as opposed to going bareback, but it’s the responsible thing to do. Even if you go on birth control, we might have to use condoms for a little bit before it kicks in, depending on what you get.”

“I was thinking about an IUD,” I said. “Then we won’t have to worry about it.”