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Stranded with My Stepbrother is a romance novel, written by M. Francis Hastings, it tells a romance story about Jacey and Caleb.

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I'm almost eighteen and I'm in love with my 22-year-old stepbrother, Caleb.

I confessed my love to him soon after our parents got married, but he rejected me and disappeared. Now the way he looks at me makes me burn.

Now, I wonder - does Caleb want me?

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Stranded with My Stepbrother novel Chapter 1

-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."

Stranded with My Stepbrother novel Chapter 6

-Caleb-

Jocelyn’s lips were just as soft and plump and perfect as I’d expected. The lifejackets were awkward as fuck, but I still managed to put a hand at the nape of her neck and keep her lips pressed to mine.

I felt it when the shock left her body and she melted into me. I flicked my tongue over her lips, asking for entry.

Jocelyn parted her lips with a little gasp, and I took the invitation and slid my tongue into her mouth.

Fuck, she tasted good. Like honey.

I got rock hard as I imagined what she tasted like other places as well.

My tongue massaged against hers, encouraging her. When she very tentatively tangled her tongue with mine, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she didn’t have a lot of experience with boys.

She was probably a virgin.

The thought had me groaning and pulling my lips away. While my dick twitched eagerly at the idea of being her first lover, my brain finally caught up and convinced me this was wrong.

"Caleb?" Jocelyn breathed, her chest rising and falling in rapid little pants.

I ran my thumb over her cheek and smiled sadly. "Jocelyn, I’m not going to touch you anymore."

Jocelyn’s brow furrowed. "Why not?"

I thought maybe I might have scared her with my intensity, but no, not my Jocelyn. If she only knew what those deep green eyes invited.

I bumped my forehead to hers. "I don’t think I’ll be able to stop."

Jocelyn’s eyes widened. "Oh."

"Yeah. Oh," I responded.

She contemplated that for a while, then licked her swollen lips.

My cock strained at the innocent motion.

"Is it okay if you didn’t stop?" Jocelyn asked cautiously. "I mean... I don’t mind."

I sighed and squeezed my eyes shut, telling my body to calm down. It didn’t work. "Jocelyn, I will not have your first time happen in the bottom of a canoe."

Jocelyn stared at me. Then her cheeks flushed. "H-How did you know that?"

"That you’re a virgin? Or that we’re in a canoe?" I tried teasing.

It didn’t calm my hard-on any, and it just made Jocelyn blush more. "The... virgin thing."

I ran my fingers over her braid. "I just know."

"Am I a bad kisser?" Jocelyn asked.

A bad kisser? I let out a bark of laughter. "Jocelyn, I’m sitting here with an erection that can probably be seen from space. Trust me. You kiss JUST fine."

"Oh." Jocelyn looked down, or at least attempted to, but our lifejackets were in the way.

"Mhm," I said. "So, if you wouldn’t mind getting off me, I have to start thinking of grannies and cold showers."

Jocelyn laughed nervously and crawled the rest of the way over me to get to the back of the canoe. Her whole body skimmed right over my face.

I wasn’t complaining, but it also wasn’t helping the situation downstairs. I hooked my thumbs in the loops on my jeans to keep myself from reaching up to grab that beautiful, round ass of hers.

Once Jocelyn was settled, I moved to where she had been sitting. She navigated the canoe effortlessly to what I assumed was our first "honey hole."

I almost brought it up to see the tantalizing blush spread across her face again, but Jocelyn shoved a pole into my hands and opened her tackle box. She quickly chose tackle for me and baited my line, handling a dried minnow without flinching.

"I like watching you... do that," I murmured, grinning when she did, indeed, blush again. "But I really have been fishing before, and I can bait my own line."

"You haven’t fished here. You wouldn’t know what tackle to use," Jocelyn replied with a shrug. "We’ve also got worms and leeches."

"Good thing you’re not squeamish," I teased.

Jocelyn laughed. "Never. I’ve been fishing too long for that. But I still wear a fish glove. Dad handles all his catches bare-handed."

Stranded with My Stepbrother novel Chapter 15

-Jacey-

In the last light of the day, Caleb and I ransacked the clothes in the shed, finally finding pants and shirts that fit both of us. There were even socks, and a pair of boots for Caleb. Unfortunately, none of the steel-toed boots in the shed were small enough for me. I was left with my rubber, knee-high waders.

The pants were also far too long on me, so I tucked them inside my wading boots. I had found a T-shirt that fit me, though it was tight over the chest, and a flannel button-down to go over it.

Caleb was dressed similarly, only his button-down was blue instead of red.

When night fully fell, Caleb and I moved to the back of the shed. Caleb put a blanket up against the back wall, and we started kicking the boards, letting the quilt muffle our efforts.

My head snapped around when I heard the door open, and I winced as a flashlight shone in my eyes.

Even though I couldn’t yet see it, I heard the distinctive cock of a gun.

"I’d thank you kindly not to ruin our shed," a man I didn’t recognize said flatly.

"S-Sorry," I stuttered.

The barrel of the gun sparkled in the light of the flashlight as he pointed the gun first at Caleb, then at me, then back at Caleb. "If I have to come back in here, one of you is getting shot."

"Yes, sir," I gulped.

"Good girl. Caleb?" the man prompted.

Caleb was quiet for a beat longer than I thought was prudent, but then he finally said, "Fine."

"Good. Now, both of you get some sleep. Pretty sure Girard’s going to decide what to do with you in the morning," the man said. He swung the door shut.

I heard the chain and padlock again.

Hopeless, I flopped cross-legged on our blanket. "Caleb," I whispered, "are we going to die?"

Caleb was silent a long time. Then he sat down next to me and pulled me into his arms. "I don’t know, Jacey."

I choked back a sob. I didn’t want to give that asshole outside the satisfaction of hearing me blubber.

Caleb kissed my temple, then my lips, trying to comfort me.

I wrapped my arms aroundhis neck and kissed him back, playing with his hair.

With a low groan, Caleb pulled back a bit. "Jacey," he murmured in my ear, "if... if this is going to be our last night..."

I knew what he wanted. I wanted it, too. If we were going to die, I wanted to be close with him at least one more time.

I shrugged out of my flannel shirt and felt in the dark for his, undoing the buttons and sliding it down over his shoulders.

Caleb put a hand on my waist and massaged my skin with his thumb, seeking out my mouth once more and kissing me more urgently.

I started reaching to peel off my T-shirt, but Caleb caught my hand and twined his fingers through mine.

"Just push it up, with your bra. If they come barging in, I want you to be able to get clothes back on quickly," Caleb said.

"Okay." I pushed my shirt and bra up.

Caleb’s hand felt its way up my bare skin and landed on one of my breasts. He massaged it, thumbing my nipple.

I made a sound in my throat, but Caleb quickly kissed me again, muffling any more sounds.

Caleb laid me down gently then opened my pants and slid them down just far enough so that I could spread my knees for him. "Baby..." he murmured, teasing his fingers up inside me, "I know you’re probably still a bit sore, and FUCK you’re tight..."

I bit my lip against making noise and laid a hand on his cheek. "It’s okay. I want you to."

In the dark, I heard Caleb’s zipper open while his fingers worked magic inside me. He pressed his lips to mine as I started making desperate little sounds in my throat.

"That’s it, baby," he whispered. "Come for me. Come around my fingers."

He found that special spot again, and just barely managed to crash his lips over mine before I let out a yowl, shuddering underneath him as my orgasm rushed through me.

Caleb slowly withdrew his fingers. I soon felt the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance.

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