Stranded With My Stepbrother

CHAPTER 1: THE BIG TRIP

-Jacey-

Caleb’s shoulder bumped against mine, sending a zing of attraction shooting straight to my core. The Suburban had hit another deep pothole on the disused logging road we were taking to my father’s favorite fishing lake in the wilds of Canada.

I loved it there. I did not love the fact that my stepbrother was coming with us this year.

The twenty-two-year-old in question flicked a glare my way before returning to whatever he was doing on his cell phone. He’d ignored me the entire twelve-hour drive.

If he wasn’t so stupidly handsome, I would have written him off as an asshole a long time ago. Right about the time of my fifteenth birthday, in fact, when I told him I had a crush on him, and he crushed me in front of everyone at my party.

I’d been celebrating my birthdays fishing and enjoying the untouched wilds of Canada every year since then. Caleb had been mercifully absent.

Until now.

You only turn eighteen once! my stepmother, Jeanie, said cheerfully from the front seat. It must’ve been the thousandth time she said it. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to perk up my mood or Caleb’s.

Caleb looked up and smiled softly at his mother. You’re right, Mom. Happy birthday, Jocelyn.

My eye ticked at the use of my full name. He knew I hated it, so Caleb took great delight in using it whenever he could.

Happy birthday in two days, you mean, my father chuckled.

Caleb grunted. Yeah, that’s what I mean.

Caleb’s birthday was July 9th. I knew this. I’d memorized the fact the moment his mother had told me.

My birthday was September 15th. Caleb forgot it. Every year. I’m not even sure he knew what month my birthday was in.

Jeanie frowned at her son, and I was thankful for the solidarity. My dad had more of a boys-will-be-boys attitude about it all.

Caleb shrugged and turned his attention back to his cell phone. I hated that we were seated hip-to-hip. I hated that every pothole threatened to knock me into Caleb again.

I hated the way my stomach twisted with desire every time I so much as brushed against him.

My stepbrother was an A1 hottie. He had sandy hair that was shaved up the back but left short and loose at the top. Deep sapphire eyes. A knee-melting smile.

And a body to die for.

Not only that, he was smart. Kind.

Was.

Once upon, he’d even been nice to me.

As soon as he’d realized all his good qualities had attracted the attention of a chubby fifteen-year-old with untamable black hair, he’d gone cold. Luckily, he’d also gone back to college after my birthday. I hadn’t had to face him often since then.

The Suburban hit something that was more of a ravine than a pothole, and I would have landed in Caleb’s lap had I not been wearing my seatbelt. As it was, I sprawled sideways across his chest.

Oops, sorry about that, folks. No getting around that one, my father called from the front seat.

Caleb’s harsh expression had me glancing down where he was looking.

My hand was on his thigh.

Worse, my hand was nearly on the front of his pants.

Try to be more careful, honey, Jeanie sighed, rubbing my father’s arm. You almost launched Jacey out the window.

Out MY window, Caleb added with a grimace. He gave me a very pointed look.

What? I asked.

Are you planning on removing your hand someday? Caleb replied in a low hiss.

I looked down again. Sure enough, I was still hanging onto his thigh, still half an inch from the promised land.

Uh... uh... I stuttered, snatching my hand back. Sorry. Car. Pothole. Oops.

Caleb took a deep breath and raised his phone again, shaking his head at me.

Caleb, do put that down. It’s been twelve hours. There isn’t even a signal out here, Jeanie admonished her son. What could you possibly be doing?

Sudoku, Caleb grunted.

Jeanie turned her attention to me. Jacey, is he really playing sudoku?

Oh hell. Why was Jeanie putting ME in the middle of this?

I... uh... Curiosity got the better of me, and I glanced over at Caleb’s phone.

He was not playing sudoku. In fact, he wasn’t doing anything at all. Much to my surprise, except for little app icons, Caleb’s phone was completely blank.

Caleb raised an eyebrow at me, challenging me to tattle on him.

Well, I wasn’t going to.

Yep. Sudoku. He’s losing, I smirked.

I suppose you could do better, Caleb said, casually handing over his phone.

This time, he’d even locked the screen so all I saw was black.

’Anything you can do, I can do better...’ my father sang with a laugh.

Jeanie giggled and joined in. ’Sooner or later, I’m better than you.’

My father and Jeanie were so sweet—

—I think I’m getting a toothache, Caleb said, finishing my unspoken thought.

Masking a snicker with a cough, I swiped my thumb over Caleb’s screen as though I was actually playing on his phone.

Ugh, I would not have made that move.

When I looked up, Caleb’s face was crowding mine, his breath fanning my cheek.

And there went the zing again.

Say, do you remember that birthday where you told Caleb you were in love with him? my father asked, glancing in the rearview mirror.

I tossed Caleb’s phone at him like it was a hot potato and leaned against my own door, putting as much space between me and my stepbrother as the Suburban would allow.

Hank, Jeanie gasped, making desperate gestures in the air.

But my father, God bless him, had about as much sensitivity as a fencepost. That would have been so crazy. Me marrying Jeanie. You marrying Caleb.

I prayed for the next pothole to be big enough to swallow up the Suburban whole.

Jeanie dropped her head into her hands and just shook it back and forth. It was just a silly childhood crush. They would never do anything that... distasteful. They’re brother and sister now.

Right. Now I was a gross leper. And probably red as an apple, if the heat in my face was anything to go by.

I snuck a glance at Caleb, certain he must be laughing at me.

Instead, I was surprised to see his hands balled into fists as he looked out his window.

Yeah, brother and sister. Ewww, right Jacey? my father teased.

Er... right, I said softly.

Oh Hank! Look, a moose! Jeanie cried, a bit louder than was necessary. But I think all of us, except my father, were grateful for the distraction.

Would you look at that? My father sighed, stopping the Suburban and leaning on the steering wheel as the large moose weaved its way through the trees. When it moved, we could see a baby moose behind it, a light brown color with little knobs on its head.

Jeanie undid her seatbelt.

My father’s head snapped to her. What are you doing?

Getting out to take a picture, silly! Jeanie laughed.

Before Jeanie had the door open even an inch, my father quickly grabbed the handle and pulled it closed again. The hell you are. That thing’s a killer. Oh, it might look cute, but they’re ornery fuckers, and you will either get gored or trampled to death if you bother it.

Jeanie paled, then frowned. Hank, do you really think that’s appropriate language to use in front of Jacey?

She’ll be eighteen in two days! my father protested.

I smiled and patted Jeanie’s shoulder. Don’t worry. He said a lot worse when a fish broke the landing net last year.

Hank! Jeanie said, scandalized.

My father shrugged. It was a brand-new net, and the fish was a monster. Choice words had to be said.

Jeanie rolled her eyes and looked back at us. She put a hand on Caleb’s knee as the Suburban started back down the logging road. Is everything all right, son? she asked.

It’s great, Caleb grumbled. It’s going to be the greatest trip ever.

Caleb, Jeanie hissed, be more grateful. Your stepfather paid for this trip, including most of our equipment and your fishing license. The least you can do is pretend to have fun. It’s Jacey’s birthday.

I could hear Caleb’s teeth grind against each other.

It’s going to be the greatest trip ever! Caleb said in a more perky voice.

My father didn’t catch the sarcasm. It is, isn’t it? I’m so glad you could come this year, Caleb, Jeanie. Jacey and I would get lonely all by ourselves. He made puppy eyes at Jeanie.

Jeanie giggled again and swatted his arm. Behave! The children are with us.

Caleb snorted and looked back out his window.

While my father and stepmother were distracted, I took the opportunity to ogle Caleb’s profile. Sure, I would never touch him. He’d certainly made that much clear on my fifteenth birthday. But God, he was nice to look at.

Do I have something on my face, Jacey? Caleb finally asked in a low tone.

I gulped. I was caught. Uh... er...

Why don’t you look out the window and take in the sights? It’s really pretty up here, Caleb suggested.

Right. Yes. I quickly made a point of staring out my window until I felt like my eyeballs would bleed from not blinking.

My father and Jeanie were making kissy-kissy noises at each other, and I sighed to myself. I was never going to find love like that.

I imagined I was too much like my mother. She’d split when I was five, citing a need to find herself. Of course, I’d always suspected she left because she had a chubber of a baby who grew into a chubber of a kid, who couldn’t hold her own at the various beauty pageants my mother shoved me into.

After the pageant and modeling circuit debacle, I was still trying to find myself. My mother had been whip thin and beautiful. Me? I wasn’t as chubby as I had been, but I still had a fuller figure than most girls. My boobs were too big, and so were my ass and thighs. I was also liable to trip over my own feet. That was as much grace as God had given me.

I rubbed my hands over my thighs. I always wished it would wipe away some of the fat there. No matter what I did, though, they wouldn’t thin down.

My father caught my eyes in the rearview mirror, and it seemed as though he was having one of his rare moments of empathy. I love you, cupcake, he said with a smile. Just the way you are.

Thanks, Dad, I murmured. I looked at the candy wrapper in the seat pocket in front of me, regretting the Snickers I’d eaten an hour ago. That certainly wasn’t going to help the situation.

Jeanie gave a little pout and reached back to stop my hands from chaffing my jeans. You’re perfect. You’re my perfect little girl.

Caleb looked from me, to Jeanie, to my father, and back again, curiosity clouding his features. Am I missing something?

Oh, my father said. Just a little eating disorder. Every girl gets one at her age.

Hank! Jeanie cried, scandalized on my behalf.

My cheeks colored, and I didn’t look at Caleb.

Yeah, this was definitely going to be a GREAT vacation.

CHAPTER 2: HANK’S GIRL

-Caleb-

Eating disorder?

What, like you’re anorexic? I asked, horrified.

My stepsister curled tightly into her door. She wouldn’t even look at me, and not for the usual reasons.

I raked my eyes over Jacey, trying to see what would ever have given her the idea she needed to be anorexic.

Bulimic. And let’s just drop the subject now, my mother said sharply.

Yeah, the subject should never have been opened in the first place, but Hank Collins had all the sensitivity of a post. Everything was funny. Nothing was off limits.

Mom found it charming, but it usually pissed me off. Especially when he stuck Jocelyn into uncomfortable situations, like he was doing now.

I was completely aware my stepsister had a crush on me. When she was fifteen and pouring out her heart to me, I’d be the first to admit I didn’t handle it well. I was shocked.

Ever since then, though, the very thought of those mischievous green eyes and thick black hair, not to mention a body that could have been a World War II pinup, made my dick twitch. It’d become impossible to go home from college after I started thinking about her THAT way.

Hank, mercifully, moved onto another subject with Mom’s direction, but the damage was done. Jocelyn looked positively miserable.

Maybe if we weren’t stepbrother and stepsister, our parents weren’t in the car, and Jocelyn wasn’t four years younger than me, I would have taken this opportunity to show her just how beautiful her body really was. As things stood, the best I could do was hold out my phone to her.

Wanna play sudoku? I asked.

Our new inside joke made her laugh a little, and Jocelyn relaxed, peeling herself off the door and taking my phone so she could stare at the black screen for a while.

I held my breath when our fingers brushed and told the naughty asshole in my pants to calm the fuck down. Every Christmas and Thanksgiving, when I’d had no excuse not to come back home, it only became more uncomfortable. Jocelyn wouldn’t look at me, and, God help me, I COULDN’T look at her. Not the way she just kept getting hotter.

When this trip came up and Hank wouldn’t take no for an answer, privately threatening to pull the tuition payment he’d promised for my medical degree if I didn’t start getting along with my sister, I knew I could have made a stink. I could have gone to Mom and complained. But it’d seemed so silly at the time to cause strife in their marriage just because of one camping trip.

Then I’d laid eyes on Jocelyn, wearing jeans that were worn in all the right places and a loose T-shirt that, nevertheless, did little to hide some of her better assets. I knew from the moment Hank had taken my waterproof pack and threw it in the back of the Suburban that I should have kicked and screamed before agreeing to this trip.

Because some deep, dark devil in me knew in two days, Jocelyn was going to be legal.

It was one of the many barriers I’d thrown up between myself and my baser desires. If Jocelyn wasn’t eighteen, then there was no way I would touch her. Then there was the added complication of her being my stepsister. And four years my junior.

And... and... and...

I’d stacked all the excuses up carefully, one-by-one, to try to get myself to stop having X-rated thoughts about Jocelyn. Most of the time it worked.

But then, most of the time, I didn’t have a living, breathing Jocelyn sitting right next to me, holding my phone, staring into a lost abyss.

Damned right, I wanted to be her white knight.

The best I could do on that score, however, was to give her a way to zone out of the family conversations before my mother or, God forbid, Hank decided to pester her some more.

So, how’s it going at the U of M? Hank asked, breaking the soft squabble he’d been having with my mother that had ended in more kissy-kissy noises.

Sometimes they were nauseating, but I was happy Mom had found happiness. Still third in my class, I replied. It was more than I usually gave him, as I liked to keep that part of my life private, especially from Hank, but I figured if it kept the pressure off Jocelyn, I could make the sacrifice.

Really? That’s great! Hank