-Caleb-
There was popcorn. And candy. And soda.
But most importantly, there were blankets.
Hank and my mother snuggled up under one blanket while Jacey and I sat side-by-side underneath another. My mother decided we should watch Snow White.
I geared up for a long, boring movie about dwarves and princes and happily-ever-afters.
Fortunately, Jacey had other ideas. She plopped our shared bowl of popcorn in my lap then slid her hand under the blanket and slowly began unzipping my pants.
I tamped down on a gasp when she finally freed my cock.
Jacey didn&r
-Jacey-Caleb was very happy to lay on my breast, licking my nipple on occasion as we watched the movie and reaching up to worry the other one with his fingers every time my body settled down. In truth, I barely knew what we were watching because Caleb was playing with my breasts and sending delightful zings through my body.It was when the main character wriggled into a vent when Caleb remembered he had something long and thick in another tight space. Or maybe he’d never forgotten and was just giving the two of us time to rest.In any case, Caleb rolled onto his back and took me with him so I was sitting on top of him and straddling his hips. He was so deep when we used this position it made me pant. I was always surprised I could take all of him in.“You&rs
-Caleb-“How is your steak, Caleb?” Hank asked as we sat outside on the deck. Hank was grilling steaks, and of course, my mother had made side dishes.I must have looked pretty doom and gloom because Hank was frowning at me. “Steak’s great,” I said, trying to insert some enthusiasm into my response.The truth was, I hadn’t slept more than a couple of hours in the last week because of nightmares. I was exhausted, I wasn’t getting any, and the work search wasn’t fantastic. Mainly because I had to hide it from my employer, Hank, and my mother.“Good. I’m kind of a grill master myself,” Hank beamed. He cocked his head. “But you do look a bit… worn.”
-Jacey-“You’re telling me you don’t know where he is?!” my father demanded.I sat on the edge of my bed, looking down at the comforter. Caleb was gone. He’d tried to call, and my father had snatched the phone away. Now, my father had my phone, and I had no idea where Caleb could be. “I don’t know his friends, Dad.”My father leaned in. “You’d better not be lying to me.”“I’m not! Maybe if you let me have my phone, I can find out where he is!” I argued.“Not a chance. You’ll probably run off with him to his apartment,” my father scoffed.Well, yeah, that was kind of the idea. &ldq
-Caleb-“Do you want to press charges?”Jacey’s hand gripped mine as the police officer spoke. “I…” she mumbled. She looked at me. “I…”“I’ll support whatever decision you make, baby,” I said, trying to sooth her by rubbing her hand with my thumb.“Keeping in mind your father’s about to have another kid he might decide to knock around someday.” The second officer, who had not yet spoken, put in his two cents.The first officer glared at his partner. “Not that we would try to sway you either way.”Jacey took a deep breath. “No. He’s right. I owe it to our sibling. I&r
-Jacey-We soaked the bed with sweat and cum and my lubricating juices. Absolutely soaked it. And still, Caleb couldn’t get enough.When I thought I couldn’t move ever again, he fed me power bars. He gave me energy drinks by transferring the liquid from his mouth to mine. I felt like a baby bird.Most of the time, Caleb’s cock was inside me, whether we were actively having sex or not. I had to say I liked it. I liked all of it.And oh my God, the positions. I thought Caleb was knowledgeable before, but he had me so many, many ways I had to elevate his experience to expert level. I’d bent and stretched in ways I’d never imagined and learned I had muscles in places I never knew about.I didn’
-Caleb-“Baby, I’m here. I’m right here,” I told Jacey as we entered the district attorney’s office.It had been a few days, and I’d slept blissfully well, but Jacey had tossed and turned, still unsure about accusing her father of assault.When the district attorney called us, Jacey was already a wreck. So there was no way I was letting her go alone.We were shown to a small office where a young attorney was sitting.“Jacey. Caleb,” the attorney said. “My name is Nathan Kirby. I’m handling the case against your father. Please, sit.”Jacey and I sat down.“Now, the
-Jacey-I woke in the early hours, when it was still dark. At first, I didn’t know what had woken me, but then Caleb thrashed his head back and forth and groaned.“Caleb,” I whispered, cupping his cheek. “Caleb, it’s a bad dream…”Caleb swatted at my hand, his eyelids flying open. At first, he stared into the near-darkness lit only by a digital clock, unseeing. Then he saw me and sighed heavily, wrapping me in his arms. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “Did I hurt you?”“No.” I touched him carefully, slowly bringing him into reality. “Caleb, I love you. I hate that you keep having these nightmares.” I spread my hand over his heart.&ldqu
-Caleb-“I knew you’d be back,” Hank said triumphantly when we showed up at the door.“I’m sure you did,” I replied icily.“Mr. Masterson. He’s good people. Knows when to send kids home.” Hank was all puffed up and strutting around as though he had won a victory.It was infuriating.We should have gone to Montenegro.“Guess we’d just better get back to our rooms,” I said through my teeth. I glared at my mother. “Same house rules?”My mother wrung her hands and looked at Hank.“What house rules?”