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The moment Caleb opens the door, you don't hesitate to step over the threshold and throw yourself onto him.
Your hands grab his face, pulling him close to you, and it's second nature to him when he meets your eager lips with a bastard of a smile against them. Like he's been expecting you all this while.
He shuts the door behind you, lifts you up with his hands on your thighs, and pushes you against the door where you're trapped. He lets you feel him. Your hands, traveling from his cheeks to his neck, wrapping your arms around to keep him close.
The kiss, further fueled by mutual hunger, grows wild and deeper until his tongue slips into your mouth. And you're vulnerable to it; whiny moans muffled by his persistent lips. His body presses hot against yours, close to the point of no air, rocking his hips steadily into you so that you feel every inch of him. How he already throbs knowing you're here for him.
When Caleb’s lips eventually leave yours, they follow along the edges of your jawline, leaving a sloppy mess behind. Your neck gets invaded the same way; with bites and suckles to make you gasp, your mind fogged by the heat as your voice comes out with a stutter. “G-gege…hm, ah—”
“Missed me, didn't you?” Caleb chuckles against your skin, a hand sliding from your thigh onto your ass, where he grips with a bit of vice. “And you've been needing your big brother so much.”
You nod repeatedly, eyes glossy with tears as he bites harsher against the crook of your neck. A moan spills out of you before you could comprehend it. “Fuck, yes, I do. I've been so frustrated lately, gege, and—” Another moan; this time coming straight from your throat, mixed together with a tear slipping down your cheek, “And he hasn't been helping me at all!”
“Who?” Caleb asks, lips against your ear, voice heavy, “your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend?”
Even though he's right, you feel slightly uneasy by the way he talks. “Caleb…”
“Didn't I tell you to break up with him?” He holds your chin, forcing your eyes to meet with his—devoid of light. “He’s obviously not good enough for you. Already made you upset, made you cry.” Caleb licks away a stray tear from your eye before it drops, salt burning his tongue. “And now he even made my poor meimei so needy for someone else to fuck her right.”
Shaking your head, your sobs hinder your speech. “Not someone else.” You sniffle, doe eyes looking at him, your lips pushed into a quivering pout. “You.”
There's no hiding the smug smirk that spreads on Caleb’s face. “Is that so?” He brings you away from the door, your legs around his hips, calmly taking his steps across his wide place while you remain under his heady gaze. “You think only I can give you what you need?”
You dip your head to hide against his neck, hot breath following every word you push out. Desire simmering underneath your skin as your fingers claw at the fabric of his beige sweater. Your whispers hauntingly sweet, an alluring melody just to pull him a little more towards you.
And it always works.
“We both know you can.”
You also know that Caleb doesn't waste time. He gets you into his room the second you've said your words, tossing you onto his bed with not much grace to be given. He looks down at you, like danger beginning to unravel; starting with his sweater that he pulls off with one hand, the sight of his toned muscles already making your legs shift. Your mouth watering. Your throat dry.
But he doesn't leave you staring for too long. He grabs one of your ankles and pulls you close to him, his fingers already unbuttoning and unzipping your shorts. He pulls them down together with your panties in one fluid motion; doesn't even bother to get them fully off your ankles. His eyes roam without shame, only darkening further when coming across the sight of your pussy.
Caleb bends your knees together, presses your thighs against your chest to get a better exposed view of your little mess. You twitch from receiving all the attention. A flush glazes over your cheeks. You look away sheepishly, the back of your hand hiding your mouth. “Gege…”
“He barely touched you.” Caleb states. An urge of displeasure in his tone, eyes narrowing. “He doesn't know what to do. Your boyfriend is a stupid loser that doesn't wanna take care of you.”
You squirm. “Stop saying all that.”
“But I'm right.” He presses his thumb against your clit, and you scream without warning. “He doesn't treat you the way you should be treated. In fact, he doesn't even know you like I do.”
Caleb starts rubbing circles over the sensitive nub, not slow nor fast. Yet still at a pace that has your mind whiting out too soon, a reminder that the feeling of being touched was somehow so foreign to you for too long until now. You cry out, whiny whimpers as the pressure feels too agonizing and blissful at the same time. Squirming relentlessly until a sharp slap against your cunt has your hips stuttering; a moan immediately out of your mouth.
“See? I know you better than he does. Better than he ever will, actually.” Caleb continues where he left off, his voice a numbing whisper sending itself straight to your core. He sounds so sure of himself, so confident about everything related to you. “I know your favourite desserts, your favourite colours, your favourite scents—” He slides his middle finger inside you without warning, feeling you tightly cling onto him, making his grin wider. “—And of course, all of your favourite ways to get fucked.”
He thrusts his finger repeatedly, picking up a gradual rhythm that ends with him going deeper in than the last time. He does beckoning motions to feel your favourite spot, pushes in a second finger despite how much you seem to reject another intrusion; knowing too well how much you like being stretched.
And suddenly he's pistoning in and out of you, mouth all over your neck filled with hickeys and bites, licking salt off your skin and groaning deeply against your ear, whispering how well you're taking his fingers, how they can slide so easily now because of your slick mess. How you're so greedy to be clenching onto him this much, as well as how much he relishes in your little moans reverbing over every thrust he does.
It's dizzying, but the way he does it so well feels like a blessing at the same time. You softly cry out his name, a feeling of edging closer to a cliff climbing over you, your nerves tensing as he doesn't stop fucking his fingers into you. His trimmed nails touching where you're most sensitive, his movements quickening until there's audible squelches consisting of your wet mess filling the room, and then suddenly—
He stops.
“No, no…!” You whine out, sobs overtaking your voice. Your legs are thrashing in protest, feet kicking blindly in the air as you try to hit Caleb. Your frustration bursts, tears running down your cheeks. “Caleb!”
You're almost angry. How could he do this? How could he, after knowing how desperate you've been, take away what he's giving you at the last second? Why?
In a fit of rage, you spit out your feelings. “You're even worse than my boyfriend!”
“...Hm?”
And what you get in return is Caleb grabbing your ankles, stopping you from moving as he hovers above you, splitting your legs open to let him in. His gaze on you holds no spark. His irises, a purple so deep it’s almost pitch black. His brow raises in question, then. Demanding an answer he expects you will give. “What was that? I'm even worse than him, you say?”
His grip on your ankles tightens. To the point it begins to ache. You wince. “It hurts, Caleb…!”
Caleb ignores it. “Did you really just forget who raised you? Huh? Who kept you fed, who washed you before bed, who made sure you studied, who helped you grow into what you are today?” He holds you by your jaw, not letting you look anywhere else. “You spoiled brat.”
Your eyesight grows blurry once more. “Gege…”
“Who's your gege?” Caleb blinks in cruel realization, barking up a laugh. “Or actually, have you been calling your useless boyfriend that too? Is that it?”
“What?” Your voice cracks in disbelief. “Where are these assumptions coming from?”
Caleb doesn't stop. “Don’t you want someone else to be your big brother?”
Your heart pauses.
What is he even saying?
Unable to take it anymore, your hand raises.
A sharp slap resounds in the room. Caleb’s face, facing away from you, is left with his eyes wide, his breathing haggard. A shade of red blooms across his cheek from the impact you’ve left on him, your tear stained face looking at him with disdain. With heartbreak as much as fury.
“You're my only brother.” You voice out, too hardened to have a thought implying otherwise. “I don't need you to put words into my mouth over what I know and have never tried changing.”
Caleb doesn't talk back. Doesn't look at you either. The only brittle crumb left of his reaction to your actions is the way his chest rises and settles, his silver necklace gifted by your hand following suit. He appears to be out of it as much as he is also entirely aware of everything.
Your glare turns into something more akin to curiosity. Leading to you pushing yourself up, carefully placing your hand over where his heart beats. Erratically. Frantic. Your touch goes lower. Over his pec, his abdomen, underneath his navel in an unhurried path. Edging closer to the waistband of his pants until you cross over that line and press your palm against his crotch.
He barely stifles a grunt.
Now it's your turn to break into a smile. “So you like it when I hit back,” you lightly squeeze him over his pants, pulling another low sound out of him together with your giggle, “it turns you on.”
He doesn't answer back.
“Why, you shy now?” You tease. “Suddenly you don't have anything to say anymore, hm? What happened to being jealous of my boyfriend? Thinking I was making someone else become my brother, afraid you were going to get abandoned by me?” Another giggle flies past your curled lips, mischief reflected in your eyes. “You always act so tough—only to be so pathetic, gege.”
Caleb hangs his head low, his bangs hiding his eyes. It doesn't stop you from progressing further, unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper down to free his cock from its confinement. You take the length out of his boxers, feeling it getting harder with your hand moving shamelessly up and down on it. There is no rhythm set—just you going purely on instinct, trying out what you can to see and hear what reactions he’ll make. To watch him crumble.
Placing your other hand onto his nape, you pull him closer as you lazily jerk him off. His curved cock jumps when your thumb glides over the slit and swipes at the mess of pre-come leaking out. Just as the protruding veins starting from the base get ever more obvious the longer you continue to keep your hand wrapped around him. Your lips find the pulse behind his ear; your teeth nipping at it. As if you've sunken your fangs into his very soul just to hear his quiet gasp.
“Look at me, Caleb.” You demand, under your uneven breath. “Look at your meimei.”
And he does. His unfocused eyes finally glance at you, and you swear you've caught the prettiest sight of his red cheeks paired together with his self-bitten lips. “F-fuck,” he curses, his breathing goes all the more erratic as your hand suddenly quickens. “Hng— oh god, meimei—”
“Am I doing a good job?” You blink at him, lashes fluttering. “You feel what I'm giving you?”
“Yes,” he unabashedly admits. His voice is hoarse, paired together with his hips desperately bucking upwards into your touch. “You're so good at this, aren't you? My smart little sister.”
“That's me.” You grin, your movements continuing without pause. “Say it again.”
Caleb moans. “My sister is such— ah, a smart girl.” He stammers. “For me, yeah.”
“Should I let you come?” Lips hovering over his, your words feed right against his gaping mouth. “Do you want to? Hm?” Feigning innocence to see him shudder, feeling his cock spurt another dollop of pre-come that drips over your knuckles the faster you move your hand. You bite onto his Adam's apple, out of an instinct fueled with desire to further push your brother to his limits.
He falls weak under your touch. Can't even fully manage a sentence out without shuddering. “Meimei, god, let me— hah…” Caleb opens his eyes. His head tilts to the side, chest heaving. A low chuckle slips through his lopsided smile. “You're not actually gonna let me come, are you?”
For a moment, he almost thinks otherwise. When you don't seem to cease despite his interrogative push, only swirling your thumb over his tip and causing him to groan weakly.
But unfortunately for him, he knows you too well for how he already guessed right.
And without warning, you pull your hand away from his swelling cock, leaving the job undone; licking a drop of his mess from your hand. “You should’ve begged harder.”
“Wouldn't have made a difference.” Caleb tries, but inevitably whimpers under his breath upon receiving the sudden loss of touch. His length twitches, the tip an angry shade of red. His hair disheveled as much as the rest of him is, his cheeks flushed pink.
Yet despite the terrible edge you've left him on, he still manages to laugh like he isn't bothered in the slightest. “I probably deserved that.”
“...Yeah, you did.” Agreeing with him, your arms slowly slide around his neck. Placing your knees onto both sides of him, you straddle his waist. Feeling the defined lines of his abdomen; the evidence of his solid build, uncaring that you're leaving a damp mess onto his skin as you unabashedly grind down. The pressure against your clit causes your words to slip. “Caleb, y-you’re such a dummy.”
“Oh yeah?” He raises a brow, cocky as he recovers from his denied orgasm a little too quickly for your liking. His arm wraps around your hips, letting you drag yourself back and forth on him as he just— watches. “But it seems you actually want this dummy to help you out here.”
“Don't get ahead of yourself, ngh—” You interrupt yourself, rocking your hips faster. “I just need-”
“Me. You need me.” He says, matter-of-factly. His free hand slides up before cupping one of your breasts, rolling the pert nipple with his thumb. “And you can't deny this,” His mouth latches onto your shoulder, biting down on it to leave indents of his teeth. His markings on you. “Or this.”
Gritting your teeth, you quietly seethe. “Then do something! Is talking big all you can do?!”
“Talking big?” Caleb repeats, scoffing. “I'm not like your boyfriend.”
He holds your waist and forces you to cease. Before a whine could even leave you, his lips have found yours as he takes you into a heated kiss, tongue meeting your mouth and swallowing your sounds all over as he lifts you off his abdomen—dragging you above his cock. Where his tip taps against your tight hole, threatening to breach. You emit a gasp against him.
“Like what you're feeling?” He murmurs between kisses. “Mhmm, this could be all yours.”
His offer entices you to no end. But you know there's a catch to what he’s giving. “If?”
Caleb bites your lip. “If you break up with that loser.” And before you could even say anything in return, he beats you to it. “I don't wanna hear you say no,” he pushes you down onto him without warning, letting the tip push past the entrance, hearing you whine. “That's not what your body is telling me. If that's not enough, remember your actions alone have brought you here.”
As he begins to slide an inch into you, he continues. “You're cheating on him with your own brother.” One inch in, another inch more. “We both know you don't want him anymore.”
He gets half of himself inside you then. “You want someone who can actually fuck you right.”
When you fail to retort back, he begins pulling you up—only to bring you back down on his cock again, forcing a little more of himself inside. Using you as a toy up and down his length, feeling how you pulsate around him eagerly, your warmth inviting him right in. He does it steadily, a motion he doesn't stop. You can only helplessly take him as he does what he will with your body. All while he whispers more of his words into your ear.
“Feels good, right? You know he could never let you feel the same way,” his grip on your waist leaves imprints of possession, claiming you before you could do anything about it. “He doesn't even know how pretty you sound when you moan because of me.” He meets you with a thrust to prove his point, getting a sound out of you. “And you look better together with me, anyways.”
The more he speaks, the more you can't refute him. Because deep within you, he's right. It's always been him who knows you like the back of his hand. Every other person you've allowed into your life simply pales in comparison to him. You even find yourself comparing them to him.
But you don't want to admit it. Your teeth dig into his neck so harshly, just to refuse another sound slipping from your lips. The same way he slips in and out of you without much restriction, stretching you out bit by bit to invite more of himself inside you. He does it effortlessly. Knows how to make you ease up on him unconsciously, how to angle his hips so that he's brushing his tip at a spot you like, how to maneuver himself so he's not hurting you. He knows everything.
When he eventually manages to meet your hips with his, connecting both you and himself together all the way to the end, a groan escapes him. “You're taking me so well. Good girl.”
The praise undoubtedly makes you squirm.
He taps his fingers against your back. “Come on, you can move right? I’ve done all the hard work for you already. Let me see you fuck yourself on me.”
You shift on his lap. His length rubs against your insides, drawing out shaky breaths from your throat. You could say no, but not every part of you wants to resist. Leading you to inevitably pull your hips up before slamming them back down, feeling how you sink onto his cock straightaway and its curved length sliding fitting you perfectly. Too perfectly. You barely suppress a moan.
“I wanna hear you too, baby.” Caleb mumbles, his hand tangled in your hair. “I wanna see and hear all of you. Don't hide this from me.” He even kisses your ear. “Let me see my pretty girl.”
“…” Pulling your head away from his neck, you meet his eyes. See the eagerness shining with purple, waiting for you to give him a show. Your breath comes out with a tremble. “Caleb…”
If he immediately sees through your sheepishness, he doesn't comment on it. Rather he almost guides you through it. He kisses you, letting your arms lock around his neck, your fingers finding leverage in the roots of his hair. He holds your waist again and moves you up and down. Then he taps his fingers on your spine, telling you wordlessly to do the same.
For some reason, you do.
Then you do it again. And again. Bouncing yourself on his lap with your desperate gasps swallowed by him, your hair tugged lightly for a sensation to make your mind lose. Your slick drips. Coats his cock wet as you whimper every time he's inside you. Your thighs quiver. Making you barely support yourself up for too long and inevitably causing you to slam down on him quicker, the pace increasing as much as your desperate need. Your moans grow louder.
You don't know when the kiss ended. How it actually led to you fucking yourself open on his thick cock, your breasts bouncing with your rabid movements, Caleb leaning back on his hands and watching you with languid eyes. Your cries coming out stuttered, his name mixed together with your whimpers, your hands grabbing onto him for dear life as everything feels too much.
“Caleb, hah,” you moan, tightening around him without realising. “So good, ngh…!”
He chuckles. “You feel good baby?”
“Yes, yes, ahn-”
A slap lands on your ass without warning. Your body tenses. Your lips quiver. But your pussy twitches expectantly, as if you actually want more. Caleb lets out a low whistle.
“You like that?” Another slap. “Interesting.” He delivers another one. “It seems you really do.”
“Hm— stop…”
He doesn't. “Why? You clearly like it when I do this.” Caleb says, a sinister look on his face. “You don't want me to know more about my little sister? About how wet you get when I do this?” Seeing you sit still, he doesn't hesitate to give you another slap, your ass reddening. “What are you doing now? Did I say you could stop?” He smirks. “I should punish you for being a bad girl.”
“G-gege.” You stumble over your words, throat hoarse with your plea. “Just fuck me. Please.”
“What, like this?”
And without a second wasted, he pushes you down on the bed with a hand on your throat, snapping his hips at an unbelievable speed. Your mind immediately whites out.
“Gege—! Too fast!”
“It's a punishment, what did you expect?” He squeezes the sides of your throat tighter, laughing.
He pounds into you without mercy, his cock reaching even deeper inside you than before. Touching near to your womb, hitting against your weak spot each time, the sound of skin slapping merging with your pussy gushing of your fluids after each thrust. Your drooling mouth is out of your own control. You moan without care, the sounds filling the room as much as the scent of sex fills your nose. Your eyes water, blurring your sight. And you can only feel.
The air restriction makes your head fuzzy, choking as he fucks you harder. Your hands cling onto his wrist, begging for him to let go until he does. You swallow your breaths desperately, but you exhale with whimpers and cries as he doesn't relent on you in the slightest. Suddenly he holds you apart by your knees, letting his hips slap against yours even harder, faster, his cock bulging from your stomach and giving him the view of how deep his thrusts can go inside you.
And he can't help but comment on it, a feral sort of glee along his breathless voice. “I'm so deep inside you, meimei. You always welcome me so nicely. You like your gege’s cock, don't you?”
He bends down to kiss your cheek softly, a stark contrast to the brutality of his thrusts. “Only I can do this to you. I was made for you.” He kisses you roughly to feel your struggle, growling when you bite his lip in helpless retaliation, tasting his own blood on your tongue. “You're mine.”
Unable to say anything, you nod. Repeating in your mind that you've only ever needed him.
When you feel yourself getting closer, you arch your back in response as your breaths quicken. Not even a word to tell him how close you're getting can even get past your lips anymore.
But he knows you. He knows every sign of what you're experiencing. A word isn't needed for him. He doesn't cease in the slightest, only continues at how he's going with grunts under his breath. He asks despite knowing you can't answer. “Sweet girl, let's come together, ‘mkay?”
And he hides his face in the crook of your neck as he sends in a couple more thrusts, growing sloppier by the minute. Groaning as he savours your tight cunt, squeezing him relentlessly.
Yet suddenly he pulls up into a menacing grin; a telling sign that brings dread into you. ”Would you hate me if I stopped here?”
His hips stutter as he gradually slows, proving weight to his claims. “I mean, I could. Considering this is supposed to be a punishment for you. And I know you're going to cry. I always liked seeing how desperate you get because of me.”
No, no, no—
Hardly able to take it anymore, you gain control of your hands and pull his hair, earning a grunt out of him. “Don't stop, please!” You muster out your voice with a plea, throat stinging after every word. “Please don't be mean to me— your meimei really just wants to come, please…”
“Will you promise me one thing, then?”
“Anything!” You say without thinking. Then it hits you too late. Your swollen eyes widen. “Wait-”
“Break up with your boyfriend.” Caleb says flatly. “And agree to be my girlfriend.”
“I can't…”
“Is that so?” Caleb lessens his speed even more, nearly coming to a stop, pulling out of you—
“Okay, okay, I will! I will!” You immediately cry out in protest, wrapping your legs around him to prevent him from slipping out any further. “I promise I will, just don't leave me like this! Gege!”
Caleb smiles, triumphant and crazed. “Yeah, now that’s what I wanted to hear.”
He resumes his pace instantly, pistoning in and out of you without rhythm; just pure instinct, chasing after your release together with his, fueled by the promise you’ll finally belong to him, and only him, and he doesn't have to share you with anyone else. You’ll be his forever. Just as he always planned. He fucks you without a pause anymore, holding you by your arched back.
Until the tense coil snaps, and you moan in unison with him—getting one last thrust ending with sheathing himself inside you completely. Your release washes you over with relief, just as much as your eyes roll back and your body trembles from the waves of your fluids spilling out of your spent cunt. For some time, you phase in and out of consciousness. Your mind runs flat.
Then an ache immediately overtakes your entire body, together with the warmth of Caleb’s spend filling you up as he pumps it all out of his softened cock with shallow thrusts. He even pushes any stray drop back inside you with his thumb, making sure you take everything he has.
When he stops, you finally gain back your vision and look at him weakly. Your hand reaches out to him, hoping he’ll get the signal, as your throat remains too hoarse for you to say anything.
And Caleb, of course, already knows.
He pecks your forehead, lies down beside you, and keeps you in his arms before you pass out.
When you gain consciousness, the first thing you notice is the scent of braised chicken wings wafting in the air. A very specific recipe that you know is mastered by one person only.
You open your eyes soon enough, only to see the lack of that same person beside you. So you work on stretching your limbs with a yawn, ignoring the persistent soreness that lingers between your legs, and only then notice you're wearing a clean set of pajamas. Your heart skips at the thought of him carefully washing you up after you passed out like a log last night.
Walking out of the room, you are immediately met with the view of a fully prepared meal at the dining table. Pans sizzling on the stove. The back of your brother who, upon turning around, is wearing a frilly apron. And as he hasn't noticed you yet, you quietly laugh behind your hand.
You clear your throat then, watching as he snaps his head towards you at lightning speed. “Hi.”
Caleb’s gaze melts. “Hey. Slept well?”
Shrugging, you walk over to the table and sit yourself down. “It might've been. I don't know, maybe I'm just too hungry to really figure it out.” Then you look at him, expectantly. “Gege, my hands don't work…” Blinking cutely at him, your lashes fluttering as you try to win him over.
Without fail, Caleb folds. He sits down on the other side of the table, picks up chopsticks, and feeds you a clump of rice. “Am I your boyfriend or your personal servant?”
Kicking your feet under the table, you smile at him, giddy. It doesn't even faze you a bit when he addresses himself as something else other than what you've known him as all your life. “Both. You're everything to me.”
Just then, your phone rings. Caleb waves his hand in the air, and the device swiftly ends up beside you, floating with his Evol. You take a glance at the caller ID and wince. “It's him.”
“Aren't you going to pick it up?”
You look at him, immediately hit with realization. You grin. “Yeah, I will.” Then you swipe to answer the call.
“Hey, it's great that you called.” A pause. “What? No, I don't have time for that. Sorry. Anyways, I'm breaking up with you. Bye.”
Without waiting for another word, you hang up. Caleb whistles. “That was fast.”
You raise a brow. “Did you want me to take any longer than that?”
He swallows a bite. “Not really.”
“Well, that's it then.” You brush it away without a second thought. Then you lean over the table, pouting. “Now that's finally out of the way, won't you please feed me a braised chicken wing?”
Caleb sighs. “So demanding.”
But regardless, your gege complies.
Just as he always has.