-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 happened to Bill. I also didn’t want the lumberjacks to make good on their threat.
“We told them it was close enough to camp. Then they didn’t have to do the pull-through,” I explained.
“You should have asked them to bring you all the way to camp,” Jeanie added her two cents, her hand on Caleb’s shoulder as we sat side-by-side on the picnic table bench in our camp. My father was on my left side. Jeanie was on Cale
-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 go licking marshmallow off her fingers like Hank was doing to my mother.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.
-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
-Jacey-Because the canoe was a complete loss, it took two trips to get all our gear back to the landing. My father insisted on running both, dropping Jeanie and me off at the landing and hauling the rest with Caleb.I wasn’t sure what they talked about, but Caleb did not return to the landing looking particularly happy.“I’m so glad you two got back to us safe,” Jeanie said for the thousandth time, hugging us both under each arm.“And that you finally learned how to be a good brother and sister,” my father added.“Stepbrother,” Caleb corrected him.My father shrugged. “Same difference.”
-Caleb-As the dust kicked up around us, I reached for Jocelyn’s hand and squeezed it.“I wonder how far he’ll make us walk,” Jocelyn said, but her tone indicated she didn’t really care.“At least I have shoes this time,” I pointed out with a grin.Jocelyn giggled then coughed on the dust.I fanned the air with my free hand, but it didn’t seem to help. “We’ll have to give him some lead time, otherwise we’re going to be walking in a dust cloud all the way.”“Good point,” Jocelyn rasped.I decided we didn’t need to wait in the cloud while the dust s
-Jacey-My father ended up dropping us at a car rental agency, huffing and puffing over the Greyhound Bus Station having closed. We spent three-and-a-half awkward hours in the car, stopping at rest stops and gas stations only when Jeanie said she needed a break.I would have rather peed my pants than ask my father for anything at that point. It was bad enough I’d cried. Caleb had been a love and kept his finger curled in my belt loop all the way to Thunder Bay.“I suppose I’ll have to pay for the car, too,” my father grumbled, getting out of the Suburban.Caleb stopped him. “Don’t bother. I’ve got it covered. And don’t expect to see us for a day or two. We need to cool off, and so do you.”
-Caleb-My Jacey was wet for me as I slowly curled my fingers inside her, and I groaned, imagining the feel of that warm, tight wetness around my dick. But this was about her, not me, and even if I died of blue balls, I was going to pleasure the fuck out of her before thinking of opening my pants. Well, all right, I’d think about it, but I wouldn’t do it. Not yet.I thumbed her swollen clit as I kissed along her neck. She leaned, boneless, against me.“Caleb,” Jocelyn whispered, and the sound of my name on her lips, spoken that needy way, made my balls tighten.“Mhm?” I pulled the collar of her shirt aside with my free hand and nibbled her shoulder.Anything she might have said to me was lo
-Jacey-The lavender freshness of the bath didn’t last long, and neither did the braid. Oh, we’d had every intention of going out to see the sights Grand Marais and the North Shore of Lake Superior had to offer, but instead, I’d ended up staring at the ceiling fan while Caleb ravaged me again. Not that I’d had much time to examine the 1990s-style fan. I was too busy enjoying the sex.If Caleb and I ever had a honeymoon, it would be unreal.I slept next to Caleb, his arm draped over my belly. I was happily sound asleep when Caleb started to tremble, then thrash.“No...” he groaned. “No...”“Caleb,” I said quickly, catching his face between my hands. “Caleb, wake
-Caleb-All things being equal, I’d have rather been back at the motel having sex therapy with Jocelyn. As it was, I was now sitting at a table across from Pierson, who had taken out a recording device and a notepad.“Mr. Killeen, do you mind if I record this conversation?” Pierson asked.“Go right ahead,” I replied.Pierson turned on the recorder and said the date and the crime in question. Then he looked at me. “Please state your name for the record.”“Caleb Killeen,” I responded clearly.“And you’re sure you don’t want an attorney present?” Pierson asked.