I gasped as his large cock filled me again to the brim. We both realized at the same time I was going to be absolutely unable to be quiet, so Caleb kissed me and kept his mouth on mine, swallowing every sound I made while he made slow love to me. As the sex progressed, Caleb inevitably became more
-Caleb- When Jocelyn said she loved me, it completely blew away her earlier worry about pregnancy. I wasn’t sure I was ready to be a dad, but I did know one thing for certain. “I love you, too,” I said, tilting her lips up to mine for a kiss. “Not stepbrother/stepsister love, either,” Jocelyn cla
“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 c
-Jacey- “... So what you’re saying is some kindly fishermen took you to the old fly-in camp and just left you there?” my father said for the thousandth time. It was a simple lie, but I wasn’t used to lying to him. I had to, though, because I didn’t want Caleb getting in trouble for what had happen
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 stri
Caleb tugged me to him and wrapped me in a hug, burying his face in my hair. “Thank you, Jacey. Just keep your ears peeled. I’ll be there tonight.” “Hey, you two, you’re not thinking of running off again, are you?” an anxious call came over the top of the hill. Caleb and I sprang apart, looking up
-Caleb- My mom cuddled with Hank while we roasted marshmallows. I envied them that. They laughed together and fed each other sticky s’mores. Jocelyn and I sat shoulder-to-shoulder on the short, narrow bench on our side of the fire, but I couldn’t put my arm around her, and I sure as hell couldn’t
“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