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The ceremony for your junior high graduation today ended with confetti and brightly coloured streamers littering the school grounds. Teachers and parents exchanged pleasantries and gratitude speeches while you huddled together with your friends to exchange summer vacation plans before everyone was whisked back to their responsibilities.
Your brother, Caleb, had come to your graduation, clapping and smiling for you, telling you he had come in Grandma’s stead as your guardian since she couldn’t make it due to work obligations. You knew he would’ve come regardless. He had even brought a big bouquet of fresh hydrangeas for you. They looked like tiny pastel fireworks of purple, white, and blue held against your chest. But even with all the celebrations happening around you and the wind ruffling the delicate multicoloured petals against your arm, you weren’t happy. The only thing hanging over your head was the knowledge that your brother would be leaving you soon. The closer and closer his departure date for Skyhaven crept, the tighter and hotter that knot in your chest felt. You only had a week left with him.
On the car ride back home, you stayed uncharacteristically silent, even when Caleb tried to entice you, saying he'd make you a plate of your favourite braised chicken wings for dinner – no, a whole feast of your favourite things if you wanted it.
You ignore him when you arrive back home and place the bouquet on the desk in your room, staring at it before it made you angry again. How dare he leave you behind like this?
You glance at the hydrangeas scornfully again before you abruptly leave your room and make your way to the backyard garden to get some fresh air. You slip on your sandals and step out onto the trimmed grass, tilting your face up towards the afternoon sun and take a deep breath. The warm summer breeze was carrying the smell of apple blossoms straight to your nose. You felt the weight on your shoulders becoming lighter until your brother’s voice interrupts the silence.
“Hey,” he says. “Come here.” Caleb was sitting on the weathered bench in the garden where you often sat with him many times over the years when you wanted his advice, required an ear to gossip into, or needed a shoulder to cry on. He pats his leg while looking at you, dressed up so pretty like a little cake in the dress he bought for you the day before. “Sit with your gege for a bit.”
You glower at him, wondering if you should grace him with your attention yet. It takes you a few seconds before you decide to step towards him in a tepid manner and plop yourself onto his lap with a click of your tongue.
He accepts your temper with open arms, circling them around you, all encompassing and almost overbearing. “I’m so proud of you, you’re growing up so fast,” he says softly against your hair. “I’m going to miss my special girl so much.”
The wind blows gently against your faces and his bangs land across his eyes. The petals from the first apple blossom buds in the tree above float down around you and your brother.
“Every year, my meimei becomes more and more beautiful.”
You feel one of his hands slowly slide down your waist, over your developing hips, lower and lower while his other holds you firmly. His splays his palm across your stomach and presses you against his chest and rests his long fingers at the frilled hem of your thin dress.
He plants his chin on your shoulder and you can feel his warm breath fanning across your cheek. It’s comforting and oppressing at the same time and you wonder if your brother is going to address the elephant between the two of you. He’s going to bring it up, right? Or is he never going to talk about it until the last day?
Your hair sways in the air around his handsome face and the hem of your skirt dances along, tickling your thighs under his fingertips.
He lets out a low and quiet sigh, as he lowers his head, burying himself into the crook of your neck, smelling you; faintly sweet and tinged with hints of tangyness, remnants of drying sweat coating your soft skin. She smells so good.
He lifts the hem of your dress up slightly, just enough to slip his hand underneath as he traces up your inner thigh. You feel his fingers tugging slightly at the corner of your cotton underwear. “Ge...!” you admonish him and bring your hand up to pull on his arm. Caleb’s arm doesn’t budge and he extends a finger to press against the cotton fabric experimentally.
“Meimei, why are you already wet down here, hm?” he murmurs against your skin.
His touch begins tentatively, testing the boundaries, gradually getting bolder as he has been with you lately. His fingers begin to move up and down against the damp fabric, catching against the bottom of your clothed clitoris. Your breath hitches and your nails dig into his skin for a second as you flinch. “Ah! Ge...!” You turn your head, trying to distance his face from your neck, away from his warm breath that’s been heating and moistening it. You temper starts to flare again when you conclude that he’s trying to avoid talking about leaving, by distracting you like this, like a coward.
“You’re so shy,” he whispers. His voice is gentle yet mocking, as if he was making fun of you for something mundane. Except this time, you weren’t turning away because of bashfulness. You’ve already gotten used to the way his hands would wander over your body and under your skirts when he ‘fixed’ your school uniform countless times during the past few years. No...today, you were angry. Today, you didn’t want to give him the pleasure of looking at you.
The hand pressing against your stomach slides upwards, deliberately over your underdeveloped chest, raking over your collarbone, your jaw, and Caleb slides it to the back of your head, cradling it at first, and then he tightens his grip gradually in your hair to turn your head to face him.
“Don’t be like that,” he says softly. “Your gege is going soon. Let him look at you longer.” His eyes are shimmering brilliant purple and orange as the sunlight filtering through the leaves of the apple tree above illuminates them. You feel an ache in your chest when you hear it directly from him. Caleb will leave soon for the DAA, as much as you try to deny him, to convince him to stay, to guilt him into not leaving you, he was still going to leave. You look into the endless galaxy of his eyes and you feel the ugly hatred brimming hot beneath your ribs that had been simmering ever since you learned about his acceptance into the program during this last year of junior high.
You brother is leaving, your other half, the only person who has truly looked at you like something to be cradled in the palm of his hands, adored and loved. The one who showed you his devotion by spoiling you rotten, cooking you delicious food everyday, buying you pretty clothes, wandering his hands over your body in a way that made you feel butterflies, and leaving you with the memory of loving kisses against your eyes, cheeks, the corner of your lips every night before you fell asleep.
And of course, being the ever attentive brother who has learned your every expression, from the flicker of annoyance that passes though your gaze, the twitch of your bottom lip, and the wrinkles formed by the furrow of your brow which you try so hard to hide, he anticipates the tantrum you’re about to throw before you even realize. Yet, he stokes the fire, his lips curve into a knowing crooked smile and it pisses you off even more when he asks, “Why is my little girl so upset on her graduation day?” while he continues to circle lazily on the growing wetness over your underwear.
Your breathe in sharply and suddenly grab at the hand that’s beneath your dress. You pull it away from your now soaked and aching core. He doesn’t resist.
“You already know,” you answer with vitriol. “You think you can just play with me and throw me to the side when it’s time to move on.”
He sighs and lets go of his hold on your hair, bringing his hand down to gently cup your face. “I’m not throwing you to the side, baby, I-”
“Shut up. Just shut up, you liar!” Your fists collide with his chest, unyielding and solid even when you try to hurt him. You feel burning tears begin to blur your vision and they threaten to fall as you continue to beat him.
“Oh, my sweetheart, you know that’s not-”
“You’re supposed to take care of me and never leave! I don’t want to hear the excuses of a stupid, worthless brother!”
Caleb suddenly stills and his whole body becomes rigid at your scathing words, tossed carelessly at him without a second thought. The wind lifting the bangs off of his eyes reveal the purple galaxies that were glinting just a minute ago have been swallowed by the blacks of his pupils. His expression was like nothing you’ve ever seen. Gone was his gentle and patient gaze, unwavering until this moment. Gone was his doting voice, replaced with a cold and almost sadistic way he slowly enunciated, “Worthless....?”
He pulls you into his lap tighter, caging you under his arm. His other hand finds its way to your jaw with his fingers long enough to wrap around your throat. Despite the aggressive way he’s handling you, his lips are still gentle in their motions, coming down and kissing away the tears at the corner of your eyes. His words however, while apologetic and sweet, drip with an unmistakable malice. “Gege is sorry, so sorry for being a bad brother, for being such a failure.” You feel his other hand moving in a circular motion on your stomach, something he would often do to soothe you, but it only reminded you of the rippling ache of anger under your own skin.
“You know I don’t really want to leave.” His soothing hand begins to wander. “But I have to go, so I can become a pilot, get a good job...” You feel the warmth of his palm right under the swell of your left breast through the thin fabric of your dress. “...so that I can provide even more for you...you understand that, don’t you baby?” He starts to rub his thumb against your nipple over the fabric and you cant help but let out a gasp. “You know I care about you so, so much, baby. So you understand how it pains your gege even more, don’t you?”
You immediately start to feel a bit awful for pushing this guilt on to him but you’re also too prideful to admit it. You shut your eyes tight, focusing instead on the sensation of his thumb rubbing circles over your hardening nipple. You hate that he knows how to slowly placate you, knowing exactly how to touch you and disarm you, and somehow always being able to worm his apologies into a feeble heart that has remained open only for him from the very beginning, no matter what he did to upset you. “It’s not fair...” you respond weakly. “I’ll only be able to see you on vacation...”
“I know, baby, I know.” His hand becomes bolder as he kneads your small breast and nips at the corner of your ear lightly. “I’ll miss you too.”
Caleb opens his mouth, breath hot against your neck again as his tongue makes contact against your slightly salty and tangy skin, licking up the sweat drawn out from you by the summer heat, the last summer before his upcoming departure. He licks upwards, towards the back of your ear as his fingers dip under the neckline of your dress and makes direct contact with your nipple. You let out a small moan when you feel the molten wetness of his travelling tongue and his calloused fingers pinching and twisting you. You can’t stop him from leaving no matter what you say. Spoiled as you were, you understood that your brother always took his duties as your caretaker, your provider, as a man, seriously, even if it meant he had to go off somewhere to achieve whatever it is he thinks he’s lacking.
...And that’s when you think, if there’s anything you could do in this moment to leave a lasting mark on him, so that you could haunt his lecherous thoughts, make it so that he could never forget about you in your absence, is to give him a true taste of the very thing he’s been skirting around for years.
“Ge...” you murmur, nudging yourself slightly back into him. You’re testing the waters, rubbing your ass into the obvious bulge that’s only grown harder as he lapped at your skin like a starved beast. You needed to see if you could push him to break another boundary. You hope he does.
You hear him groan against your neck, low and gravely. “Mei...” his voice sounded hoarse and strained. You could feel his lips part against that sensitive spot under your ear. “...that’s dangerous.”
Good, you think. You’ve had enough of going halfway. You grasp his hand at your breast and pull it down under your dress, back to the damp cloth of your underwear. This is his responsibility. “Finish what you started, ge...”
You hear him inhale sharply. “Do you know what you’re asking for?”
“I’m not stupid.”
He scoffs. “Of course you aren’t. You’re all grown up now.” He pulls your underwear to the side, exposing your bare pussy to the breeze that’s carrying the scent of warmed summer grass and young apple blossom flowers. His fingers rub teasingly through your folds, tracing the wet fleshy rim of your pulsing core. “Ahh...this wet huh?” You hear the sound of his mocking, soft laugh.
“Stop treating me like I’m still a child and ju-”
A single digit, longer and thicker than any of your own, plunges into your heat without warning and a strangled cry is forced out of your lips.
“Yeah? You want to prove it to gege? How much of a big girl you really are?”
You let out a pathetic little sound when he starts to piston his finger in and out of your wet hole, gripping his thighs as you listened to the sound of his silky voice, cloying and insulting. He adds another finger and you wince at the intrusion as he scissors and stretches your tight chasm open for him.
“Meimei’s cute little hole doesn’t want to let gege’s fingers go,” he murmurs in your ear. He raises the hand at your waist and slides it up the back of your neck, fingers reaching around, brushing your bottom lip tenderly before sliding back down and closing firmly around your throat.
A small part of him feels sick for manipulating you this way, as if he’s tasting honey and bile in the back of his throat. Sure, he’s conditioned you to accept his roaming hands and insidious lies carefully, planting sacrilegious seeds into the soil of your innocence over the years.
Your uniform is crooked, baby, come here and I’ll fix it.
Sit on gege’s lap, I’ll rub your shoulders while I explain this problem to you.
Let me scrub your back...What’s wrong with a brother helping his sister reach the parts she cant?
And...if he had any virtue left, he should really stop here.
But he just can’t get enough of how sweet you are, how slick and pliant you’ve become under his demanding fingers pumping rhythmically in and out of your dripping cunt. He can never get enough of how you look up at him still, as if he held up the world for you, even when your breaths become shallow and labored while he controls the amount of life you’re allowed to breathe under his grip.
Caleb, you’re sick. Sick for having your hands on her throat like this.
His self loathing echoes incessantly in the caverns of his skull as his hand travels up to your jaw and clenches around it hard, forcing your lips to part in a crude ‘o’.
You wince and choke out in surprise, “Ge-!”
He cuts you off sharply with a hard look. “Open,” he says coldly. “Listen to your brother.”
And so you comply, because what else can you do when he has you caught in his grasp like a snake, with his erection pressing incessantly against your ass, with his hand clenched so tight on your jaw that it ached, and his thick fingers now swirling and rubbing that spongy spot inside, forcing your eyes to roll and meet the clear skies above your head. You comply because despite it all, your brother hung the stars for you, caressed you when you cried, bathed you when you tripped in the mud, and held you when you pleaded to sleep in his bed after nightmares woke you. And perhaps you didn’t truly want to be all grown. Not really. You wanted things to stay this way forever- gege at your feet like a dog, catering to all of your demands and gege with his hands gripping your neck, with your life in his hands.
Your lips part open just enough for him and a long thin line of saliva drips out of Caleb’s mouth straight into your waiting tongue, pink and small. You swallow his offering, throat bobbing under his confining grip. His cock throbs painfully, straining against the layers between it and your bare skin. All of these layers do nothing to deter his agonizing want to bite on your little tongue until it bled into his mouth and to rut his fat sinful cock into your virgin pussy. His irises are flooded entirely black as they stare into your eyes and pierce straight through your soul when you swallow his spit like a baby bird.
“You’re ready for me,” he whispers sweetly again above your lips and the two fingers that were tormenting your weeping cunt withdraws from their warmth, leaving you with an uncomfortable, aching emptiness, pulling a pitiful whimper out of you.
“Are you frustrated?” His laugh is soft and mean. You’re suddenly hoisted up by his strong hands under your armpits and repositioned like a doll to straddle his thighs. “Show me how grown you are. Go on, sweetheart, you want something, don’t you?” He sits back against the bench and rests his arms on the back rest with a smug expression on his traitorous face. The bastard! How dare he weaponize your desperation for his touch, your dependence on him, and your own rotten impulse to chain him to yourself. Curse him for having an inhuman, encyclopedic knowledge of everything that’s wrong with you.
“I’ll show you. I’ll prove that I’m a woman,” you declare harshly as you tug off your underwear unceremoniously and your fingers begin to make quick work of his belt. “I’ll make it so you can never live a waking moment without thinking about me and you'll regret leaving me behind.” You free his fully erect cock from his pants. It was thick and bobbing, precum already leaking down the girthy length. You grab his shaft impatiently and position yourself over it. He leans his head back and breathes deeply, looking straight at you with an indulgent smile. He thinks you’re beautiful. His eyes trace the outlines of your body, your silhouette being illuminated through the thin fabric of the girlish dress he bought for you as if you were his own personal deity, a goddess of ruin and salvation. To him, you become closest to an untouchable angel when you’re impatient, stubborn, and spoiled.
“Lift your dress up for me then, baby. Make gege regret leaving behind the woman you claim you’ve become. Can you be a good girl and hold it still?”
You’re caught off guard by how smug and annoyingly relaxed he’s being about all of this. You thought that he’d be crawling at your feet by now and begging you to gift him the honor of taking your virginity. You clutch the frilled hem of your dress and lift it up to your stomach, baring your whole naked lower body to his perverse gaze.
“Are you done with your stupid requests?”
The sound of his rich and teasing laugh fills the charged air between the two of you.
“Yes.”
You glare at him. He wasn’t taking this seriously at all. You’ll show him. Even if you had no idea what you were really doing. How hard could it be? Just position yourself over his stupid cock and shove it inside of you. You hold his shaft still, his red slippery tip kissing the wet entrance of your cunt. You push down and his cock slides away, against your thigh. You knit your brows in frustration and try again. And again. Each time your clumsy actions only widen his sickly saccharine smile and your inexperience becomes embarrassingly obvious.
“Why is it not going in?” you huff, exasperated. You know that this is what you’re supposed to do. Why wasn’t it going your way? It had to be your brother’s fault. It’s always his fault. Just like how him leaving to become a pilot is his fault. “You’re too big, that’s why it won’t go in!” you whine loudly at him. “It’s ALL your fault,” you spat out, voice starting to break from the tears you didn’t realize have started to form.
“Shh shhh....” You feel the comforting and familiar warmth of his hands enveloping your face, thumbing away your tears and pacifying your childish fit. “Impatient little thing, I’ll teach you okay? Gege will teach you and make it up to you.”
Caleb thumbs away the tears pooling at the corners of your eyes and sticks his tongue out to lick at the space between your lips, urging you to let him in. You do, parting your lips without another thought. You let him take over and fix it as he had always done with anything that didn’t go your way; homework that you couldn’t finish being perfectly completed the next morning, dishes that you didn’t want to do being cleaned within the hour, dirty clothes that you’ve discarded on the bathroom tiles magically reappeared neatly in your drawers.
Caleb nudges away your hand that was still grasping weakly at his cock and he takes hold of it himself, steadying it. “Go on, keep holding your dress, I’ll help you,” he encourages gently. You bite your lower lip, clench the hem, and lower yourself over him. You look down at where you’d soon be connected, where he’d finally become an extension to your own body and you wish he’d fuse with you so that it’ll become impossible for him to ever leave you again. He brings his other hand up to cup your little mound, your slick sliding from his palm to his fingertips as he uses two digits to carefully spread your slit open, just enough for him to feel you twitch when the blunt head of his cock finally catches onto the small opening.
“Look at me, baby,” he whispers, coaxing you. “I want you to look at gege when I push myself in.”
You meet his eyes reluctantly, half embarrassed at your own sexual inadequacy and half upset that he was still coddling you, using the same tone as when he’d ask you to redo a math problem with the promise of extra dessert after dinner if you got the correct answer.
Caleb smiles, enraptured by you, but the sparkling orange freckles in his eyes have long been swallowed by the blackest purples surrounding them as you obediently hold on to your dress. He drops his eyes down down to your naked lower half that you’ve so graciously framed for him and then lazily brings them back up again to your hazy eyes.
“My pretty meimei...” his arms swiftly encircle your waist tightly like a coil, rendering you immobile, and he thrusts his hips up, breaching your tightness in one shove. Your back arches as you yelp loudly, electricity coursing through your veins and a stinging pain radiating from the raw flesh between your legs. “...my angel,” he hisses as he stills himself halfway in your maddening heat. It takes everything within him to hold still, gripping on to your hips and stomach, pressing his forehead against yours as he focuses his torrid gaze onto your contorted face. All he wanted to do was to slam himself deeper, as far as he could, all the way to your rapidly beating heart if it was possible.
“Ah!! It hurts!!” you cry and flail, glaring daggers at him, balling your hands into fists and you beat against his sternum. “Why’d you have to go in so suddenly? You’re so fucking mean! Bastard!”
Caleb does nothing to stop your onslaught and he dips his head to catch your insults with his desperate, demanding mouth. “Sorry, gege is sorry,” he breathes into you, panting his oxygen into your open mouth with every exhale, its warmth mixing with your own and sinking down the narrow passage of your throat. You already own me, even if you’ve forgotten. Just as you own my air.
“Bear with me for a little bit. I promise it’ll be better soon. You wanted to show gege you’re all grown up now, didn’t you?” He inches his cock deeper inside of you, stretching and stretching, as he begins to feed it into you deliberately slow, forcing you to accommodate him. You gasp as he nips at your lower lip. “Take my cock like the big girl you claim to be,” he rasps into your cheek.
You’re gripping his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin and whining incessantly at him as he impales you further. “I hate you, you’re always taking advantage of me, tricking me...” He runs his fingers up along the protruding knobs of your spine to the downy hairs at the nape of your neck, clutching a small fistful to languidly pull your head back. His lips make contact with your collarbone and he peppers kisses and impish little bites up your neck and jawline as you complain to him. “You always say one thing and keep pushing for another...”
“I know, baby, you can hate me. I’ll make it up to you. Gege will give you whatever you want this time. Tell me what you need and gege will always provide it.”
While the bastard Caleb has no qualms with taking everything from you once you invite him in.
“Just make it better!” you sob weakly, digging your nails further into his back to make him feel even an ounce of the sting between your legs. It’s not fair that you were the only one hurting. You think you’d peel the skin off of his back if you could lodge your nails deep enough.
He lowers his hand down to where the two of you are now connected and he nudges at the hood of your clitoris. He finds your little bud like a pinpoint on a map and he circles it with the pad of his finger until your sobs devolve into breathy sighs and mewls.
“Gege will make it better,” he murmurs as he swipes at your folds, collecting your slick and virgin blood, bright red like the ripe apples he always cut into bunnies for you, and uses it to lubricate his finger to rub rhythmically around your clitoris. He begins to move slowly, small controlled movements with his hips, pulling out halfway and then pushing back into your tight cunt. He continues at this measured pace, grunting into the crook of your neck, inhaling and becoming intoxicated by the dual sensation of smelling your skin and listening to your increasingly shaky moans.
The pain of being stretched so wide was beginning to dull and you start to feel a ticklish ache deep in your lower stomach. Your brother’s skilled fingers circled your clitoris, diligently like a well trained solider, and it caused your mind to start going numb. “Ge...deeper...faster...” you demand. You needed him to be buried further. To hell with it if it hurt again, as long as you could get closer to him and fuse into one being.
He answers with a low hum and pushes into you deeper, all the way until he bottoms out and the head of his cock was pressed right up against your cervix.
“Ahhhnn!!”
“Mmnn...mei,” Caleb hisses through gritted teeth. He resumes his pace, thrusting and grinding deep against the wall inside of you. The feeling of your cunt squeezing so tightly around him drove him to insanity and he couldn’t help himself. He raked his teeth against your shoulder blade as his thrusts became more relentless, faster than he intended. The deeper he pushed, the tighter you squeezed, and he wanted nothing more than to mold the shape of himself permanently in your most special place.
“N-no hahh....slow...slower!” you whine, twisting against him.
“Okay, okay,” he gasps breathlessly, reigning in the raging monster inside of his thundering chest. “Slower for my princess.”
He slows himself gradually while continuing to grind deeply into you. You roll your hips against him, chasing that itch that’s swiftly building deep beneath your skin. Caleb already knows what you need before you can even comprehend your own thoughts. His thick cock, wet with your slick and blood penetrates you without rest and he rubs your throbbing clitoris until your thighs start to tremble.
“I thought you were a big girl now,” he teases, sweet voice laced with cyanide, smirking as he watches your descent with rapt attention. “But you still need your gege to fix everything.”
“I’m- I’m not-” you could barely get your words out as he plays you like an instrument.
“You’re still a child. You’re still my little girl,” he says feverishly. “And you always will be.”
He rolls and pinches your clitoris in between his fingers and you crash violently into the recess of your mind with a high scream, filling his ears with a symphony he’s been waiting for what felt like his whole life to hear.
His fingers are still rubbing all over the slippery bud and his cock hasn’t stopped moving, now absolutely soaked with your essence and blood. You think he’d stop now seeing you heave for air in front of him but if anything, Caleb seemed to be gripping on to the back of your head tighter, his thrusts speeding up again, and his eyes bore into yours with barely concealed frenzy.
“Stop! Stop, stop, I can’t!” You try to push off of him as he battered himself into your pulsing and sensitive cunt. His grip doesn’t loosen in the slightest even at your crying and he growls into your ear.
“You can, baby. I know you can.” He ruts into you like the mad dog he’s always been. The time has come for you to reap what you sow. What else did you expect him to be?
“Gege knows best.”
You’re powerless to stop him as he uses your body to release years of fragmented desires, countless little eternities where he’s yearned to build a garden around you, trap you, and swallow you like the sun. He presses his mouth against yours, tugging your lips, teeth crashing, he’s not just your gege anymore, Caleb is a man- one plagued by a terrible avarice and thirst to drain the essence from your lungs for himself.
He plunges his cock in and out of your dripping core without mercy. His rough skin is slapping against your soft ass and the squelching between your legs only grew more obscene the rougher he got.
“N-not too fast, ge!” you squeal.
He coos at you affectionately despite his cruel actions.
“It can’t be too deep or too shallow. Can’t be too fast or too slow. You are so hard to please.”
You’re a prisoner to his greed and he continues to torture and take what he wants from you. You’re quivering from the overstimulation as he pummels your mind further into fuzzy static.
“Meimei,” his voice is rough and insistent. “Tell me who loves you most while I fuck you.”
You eyes are glazed over and the sounds spilling out of your mouth is nothing more than incoherent babbles and what vaguely sounds like “ge”. She’s so cute, it makes my chest ache.
He catches the salty tears at the corner of your mouth and traces them up to your eye with a reverent and acrid smile. Will you forgive me this time?
“C’mon, my pretty girl...sweet princess...my little apple, tell me, weren’t you made just for me?”
You could barely focus your vision as he forces you to bounce uselessly on his cock. He patiently waits for you to give him one answer. After all, he’s waited an eternity for you, what’s a few minutes more?
You manage a half nod, lolling your head forward with a raspy, “...for you,” and that’s all he needs to feel his cock twitch uncontrollably inside the velvet vice grip of your walls.
“You’ve ruined me...ruined your brother,” he groans loudly as he clutches you, caging you inside him like an iron maiden. I know that’s what you want, and I’ll ruin you too, my dear sister. He lets out a guttural moan as he jerks into you, filling you with his semen, representation of the same twisted desire you feel, of the love that you monopolize at every chance you get.
Caleb holds you against his heaving chest and starts to run his fingers tenderly through your tangled hair. He tucks a sweaty strand stuck to your face behind your ear and doesn’t let you go while he strokes your head and gently massages your shoulder blades. You’re trembling, tucked tight against him with his cock slowly softening inside you, and despite his ruthlessness, his embrace is the only place you’d ever find a primordial comfort necessary to wash over every transgression the both of you continue to commit.
He speaks first before you’re able to piece yourself back together.
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry that I have to go.” He sounds soft and apologetic now, like your gege again and not like a mean bastard. “I know you’re upset, and I am too, even if you don’t realize.”
He lowers his head and presses his lips against your sweaty brow.
“Everything I do, I do for you.”
You manage a passive grunt as you crumple yourself smaller into his arms. You know...you already know all of this. That’s why it eats at you, knowing how unreasonable you were. No matter how much you try to convince him or yourself that you’ve matured and grown out of your unrealistic childish wishes, you were still the same, unwilling to let go, forever following your brother's shadow everywhere he goes.
You raise your fingers to grab the apple charm hanging from his neck to pull him down towards you.
“Caleb.” Your voice comes out unstable but you don’t care. “Tell me you love me.”
His eyes widen at your unexpected request. “Didn’t you answer that yourself earlier-”
Even knowing that every action he took was a confession, “I want to hear it from your own mouth," you demand.
He lets out a light, besotted laugh and meets your expectant gaze.
“I love you,” he answers without hesitation. “Even when you’re in doubt, gege will always love you. Until the next 100 years, and the one after that.” He cradles your face in the palm of his hands. “And Caleb is no different.”
“...You’ll call? And visit?” You swallow the lump lodged in your throat as you ask your next question. “And you'll think of me everyday?”
“Yes, baby. When you wake and before you sleep. I’ll visit every month, every weekend if I must.” He brushes your cheeks with his thumbs. “And I only ever think about you. All the time.”
You make a resigned face. In the end, he is still the one appeasing your moods. You’ll miss him, so very much. Hearing his reassurances did nothing to ease the longing you already feel for your brother who hasn’t even left yet but it calms you enough now to dissipate your anger.
Caleb covers your smaller hand with one of his, grasping his pendant together.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart.”
٭ * ✈
You let him carry you back inside the house, let him wipe you clean in the bathroom, lay you down on the sofa with a blanket over you, lift your head to help you drink down a pill before kissing your forehead with a “good girl,” before slotting his thighs under you to act as your pillow.
You hear him whispering something to you as you close your eyes and slowly drift into weightlessness.
“...keep watching over you...”
Even when he’s far away in Skyhaven, he’ll continue to look after you in his own ways; through the smart scale app he’s added on his phone with your credentials, through the monitoring software he’s installed discreetly onto your laptop, and through the indiscernible lens hidden among one of the myriad of plushes he’s won for you that’s sitting on the shelf in your room. Everything Caleb does is done for you, testaments to his love, because it will always be your brother who is the one that loves you a little more than you’ll ever realize.