M. Francis Hastings

“Let me touch you, Jacey. Let me make you feel good,” Caleb whispered.
“You’re already making me feel good,” I blurted, my body tingling deliciously under his touch.
“I can make you feel better,” Caleb said, nipping my lower lip. “Let me?”
“W-What do you need me to do?” I asked.
“Relax, and close your eyes,” Caleb replied. His hand disappeared beneath my skirt, and I closed my eyes tight.
Caleb is my 22-year-old stepbrother. When I was 15, I blurted out that I loved him. He laughed and left the room. Ever since, things have been awkward, to say the least.
But now, it's my 18th birthday, and we are going away camping--with our parents. My dad. His mom. Fun times. I'm planning trying to get lost as much as possible so that I don't have to face Caleb.
I do end up getting lost, but Caleb is with me, and when we find ourselves in a deserted cabin, I find out that his feelings toward me aren't quite what I thought.
In fact, he wants me to!
But he's my stepbrother. Our parents will kill us--if the illegal loggers who just knocked down the door don't do it first.