Daddy inviting his best friend over for play time with me.
His best friend being unsure and nervous about the idea of using me... "She's young" "she's your little girl".
Daddy using my throat, ordering me to my knees and face fucking me. Comforting his best friend, saying things like "See? She loves it. She was made for this. There's nothing to be nervous about. You can even check her panties and see for yourself."
His best friend lifting my little dress, seeing that he was right. Im absolutely drenched, and just the bare rustle of my dress lifting against my princess parts has my hips bucking and me whining around my Dad's thick cock.
His best friend is still hesitant, but there's no denying the bulge in his jeans that's beginning to grow. And when I reach over and start palming at it, eyeing it needily and whimpering, he lets himself be selfish. Tells himself I need it, that I want it, that he's just taking care of me...
Daddy pulling out and putting some distance between us, watching as his best friend comes up behind his daughter. Pulling down the little spaghetti straps of my pink dress, groping at my little itty bitty tits before pulling my panties aside and sliding his rock hard cock into my right little needy cunny. Dad watching as his best friend loses himself in his perfect daughters little holes, absolutely losing all restraint and railing me until my mascara is running and I'm squirming and clawing at the ground, orgasms being ripped out of me and leaving me more and more limp each time. Dad watching his best friend fill me up with his seed and fucking his fist to completion 💗💕
synopsis. caleb gives into his desires
pairing. caleb x reader
tw/content. sibling incest, virginity loss, p in v
wc. 2.5k
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Caleb’s mind has been drifting into a darker and darker place ever since he’s been spending the summer with his younger sister.
Both of you have decided to spend two weeks of your break at your grandma's, as a chance to wind down from your rough university studies and to catch up with one another.
For the first couple of days it has been nothing but blissful for Caleb, getting to hear you ramble about school, new friends, parties, drama. Listening to you complain about how you had to start doing things for yourself since your big brother wasn’t there to do it for you. And on top of that…
Boys.
Caleb’s eyebrow twitches at the thought. The mere image of seeing his sweet baby sister kissing–no, holding another man’s hand has him seeing red.
Of course, none of the men you’ve met have gotten very far with you, he made sure of that.
But the urge he has felt over the past week has him doubling over in the safe confines of his bedroom, cock throbbing in his boxers.
“Are you even listening to me?”
Caleb turns towards you, nodding his head. “Yeah, you need your shirt by Friday, right?”
“Yup,” you reply. You’re enjoying the ice cream cone that he bought you, the melting dessert running down your fingers as you lick the sides. “Can you do my laundry for me?”
“Of course pips,” Caleb stretches, averting his eyes. “Leave it to me.”
–
The ceiling fan is all Caleb can hear as it fights against the humid air. He lies on his back in nothing but a t-shirt and boxers, one arm thrown over his eyes and the other resting on his stomach. He’s been staring at the same crack in the wall for forty minutes.
The house is quiet. Grandma went to bed at nine, same as every night since they were kids. The floorboards still creak in some places, the AC unit in the room next to him rattles as it usually does.
But nothing is the same. Not this summer.
Caleb’s jaw tightens as he shifts on the mattress, the friction of cotton against his cock making him hiss through his teeth. He’s half hard. Has been for the past three nights, ever since you and Caleb went to the pool together.
He spent that night in the shower, palm braced against the wet tile, jerking himself raw with the water scalding down his back. He imagines your body beneath him, back arching and lips parting to moan his name. Moaning for her big brother. Your pussy clenching around his cock, squeezing him tight as he makes you cum for the hundredth time.
He came so hard he nearly put a fist through the wall. And then he did it again the next night.
And the night after that.
Tonight, he’s out of restraint.
Caleb sits up, running a hand over his face and drags his palm down his jaw. When he opens his eyes, the room is still dark and you’re still sleeping a room away, wearing that tanktop that barely fits you tonight because it was “too hot, gēge, I’m dying.”
He saw you in it when you said goodnight. The thin straps over your shoulder, the fabric hugging your curves a little too tightly, barely containing your breasts. Your nipples stiffening from the constant friction of the shirt, forming peaks that he can see so, so clearly.
You’re not a kid anymore.
Despite the fact that he knows you can survive without him now, capable of taking care of yourself, he can’t help but think of the sweet girl he grew up with.
He stands, letting his feet touch the cold floor. Not bothering with pants he exits out his bedroom and into the hallway, avoiding the creaks in the floorboards. He stops outside your door.
There’s a sliver of light underneath. You’ve always slept with the lamp on ever since you were little, something he used to tease you for. He would leave his own door cracked just in case you felt the need for your big brother to protect you, letting you slip under the covers of his bed.
Caleb knocks gently, before opening the door.
You’re curled on your side, hand tucked under your cheek. The lamp casts a warm glow over your face, a mix of the lighting and your relaxed features making you look younger and less stressed.
The tanktop you’re wearing has ridden up, the hem bunched below your soft tits, exposing the skin of your stomach. Caleb lets himself look, his body on fire.
He shuts the door behind him, and you slowly start to stir. You make eye contact with him, eyes hazy with sleep and unfocused. “Gēge? What time is it?”
“Late,” he replies, voice rough. He clears his throat. “Couldn’t sleep.”
You hum sympathetically, patting the empty space beside you. “Bad dream?”
“Yeah.” He sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he lies on his back. You shift closer, seeking his warmth, the way you had done since you were kids. The same way you always did, trusting him. Fuck, his cock hurts.
“You’re tense,” you murmur. You press your head to his chest. “Your heart is going so fast.”
“Mhm.”
The look you give him makes him ache, wondering if you understand the tension between the both of you right now, if you have the vocabulary to describe it.
“Big brother? Are you okay?” Your voice is soft, almost uncertain. “Gēge–”
“Shh.” Caleb presses his forehead to yours, eyes closed and breathing ragged. “I’m going to show you something, sis. Something that feels good, but you have to trust me.”
Your fingers clutch onto the fabric of his shirt, not pushing him away. Good.
“I always trust you.”
Caleb opens his eyes. You’re looking at him, wide-eyed, uncertain, but willing. He knows you don't know what you’re agreeing to, doesn’t understand that the brother you trust is about to take something from you that you can never get back.
With a shaky breath Caleb leans forward, barely pressing his lips to yours. He feels you freeze in his hold, your breath catching against his mouth. But you don’t push him away regardless.
He pulls back, looking at you. Your eyes are wide, confused in a way that makes his chest ache and his cock throb at the same time. There's a glossy sheen to your lips. He wants to kiss you again.
“Big brother, what was that for?” He doesn’t answer, and instead cups your jaw, thumb tracing your cheekbone as he kisses you again.
This time his tongue slides along the seam of your lips, coaxing, asking for entry. You make a startled, soft sound, letting your mouth open under his. Caleb’s heart tightens as he watches your instinct win over your confusion, and trust win over your fear.
The only thing he can hear in his mind is mine. Caleb knows you’ve never been kissed before, nobody ever getting the chance to explore your mouth with their tongue. Not even a peck. It makes him keen with possessive pride.
Caleb shifts his weight and rolls over you, settling between your thighs. You look up at him from beneath, eyes half-lidded, trusting, and pliant.
He could take you right now. Could shove your shorts down, pushing himself inside, take what he’s been dreaming about every night. You wouldn’t stop him, knowing your big brother would never hurt you.
But he wants you to know. To know what’s happening, even if you can’t explain it. Caleb wants you to choose him, the way he’s already chosen you.
“Baby sis,” he rasps. His fingertips intimately trail down your throat, over your collarbones, and down to the hem of your tank top. “Can I take this off?”
Caleb watches you swallow, chest rising and falling with each breath. Your nipples are hard beneath the fabric.
“Yes,” you lick your lips. “Will you explain what’s happening?”
He freezes, the innocence in your voice stopping him. “I’m going to make you feel good, baby sister.” He hooks a finger under the strap of your top, pulling it down your shoulder. “The way only I can. Will you let gēge do that for you?”
“Yes, I trust you.” It’s said without hesitation, the way you’ve said it a thousand times. When he taught you how to ride a bike, walked you to school.
Caleb pulls the strap down on the other shoulder. The top slides, pooling at your waist, exposing your perfect, soft breasts. You make a small sound, out of embarrassment maybe, your hands coming up to cover yourself.
“No.” Caleb catches both your wrists with one hand, pinning them above your head. “Don’t hide from me, let big brother see you, sis.”
Caleb glances down to see a wet patch that has seeped through your panties, staining your shorts. Fuck, he’s spent too many nights alone with your panties. Compared to that, this is heaven.
“Gēge, I’m scared.” Of course. Caleb knows he has always kept you sheltered.
“I know.” Caleb kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose, before settling for the corner of your lips. “I’ve got you, let big brother take care of you.”
You tilt your head up, as if giving a silent offering.
Caleb groans, low and rough as he lets his tongue sweep around your mouth, tasting you. Your arms wrap around him, clinging to the fabric draped across his back.
He rolls his hips against you, letting you feel what you do to him. The thick outline of his cock presses against your thigh, your eyes going wide when you feel it.
“Is that…?”
“Yeah,” he breathes out. “ That’s what you do to me, lil’ sis. Every time you walk by in those little shorts, or whenever you call my name.” He grinds against you, slowly introducing you to what he has hidden beneath his boxers.
“I didn’t know,” you whisper. “I also didn’t know it–we could be like this.”
“We can,” Caleb assures you, tugging your shorts down. He slides them down past your knees before tossing them off the bed, landing somewhere in the dark.
The panties you’re wearing are cute, comfortable, with a little bow in the centre. Ah, fuck. He’s aching to be inside you, to taste you.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
You nod. “Aches.”
“Where?” Caleb rubs circles on the elastic, watching you squirm. “Use your words like a big girl, lil’ sis.”
You make a frustrated sound, so achingly familiar he almost laughs.
“Touch my pussy, big brother. Please.”
The dirty words that fall from your mouth send a surge of heat through him, so intensely he sees white. His hand slides down to cup you through the cotton, groaning at the wet heat of you.
Your back arches and your hand flies to his wrist, holding him in place. Caleb presses down on the damp fabric, rubbing circles slowly. “Good, sis?”
“Yes,” you tremble, stuttering over your words, wrecked.
Caleb pulls the waistband of your panties, letting them dangle from one knee. You’re bare beneath him now, spread and innocent.
He pulls his own shirt over his head, watching your eyes trail his sculpted chest down to the dark hair near his lower stomach, where it disappears into the waistband of his boxers.
Caleb then pushes his boxers past his hips, revealing his cock. It springs free, thick and aching, the head already slick and beading with precum.
Your lips part. “Is that… going to fit?”
Caleb laughs, wrapping a hand around himself as he strokes once, slowly, watching you watch him.
“Don’t worry, baby sister.” He leans down, letting his length press against your thigh, hot and heavy. “Big brother will make it fit in that cute lil’ cunny.”
You swallow as Caleb lines himself up. The head of his cock presses against the tight, impossibly small entrance to your cunt.
“Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop.”
The first inch draws a sharp cry from your lips, fingers clutching his shoulders as he holds himself there.
“Big brother,” you whimper. “It hurts.”
“I know, you’re taking me so well. Your pussy is stretching so nicely around your big brother’s cock.” Caleb presses a kiss to your temple.
With a nod of your head, Caleb slides in deep until the entirety of his length buries into your pussy. Each thrust is deep, the bed creaking with the slow rhythm.
As soon as moans start to tumble past your lips, Caleb takes it as a sign to quicken his pace, driving into your pussy harder. The clenching of your tight cunt makes Caleb stutter, the pace of his hips becoming rough and harsh.
“You like that, baby sis?” He pounds into you, hitting that spot over and over. “You like your big brother fucking you? No one else is ever going to be able to feel this. You’re too good for them, anyway. Always have been.”
“H-huh?” Caleb feels you clench around him tighter at his words.
“Fuck, I’m not even wearing a condom,” he groans as he ruts into your warmth. “Letting your big brother fuck your cunny raw.”
“Yes, gēge,” you barely form sentences, eyes rolling back. “I don’t–something feels funny…!”
“Cum for me,” he rasps, reaching deep to slide against your sweet spot. “Cum on your big brother’s cock, let me feel you.”
Caleb feels you flutter around him before you come undone. Your back lifts off the mattress as you reach your climax, walls milking his slick length as he continues to fuck you into overstimulation.
“I’m gonna cum,” Caleb stutters, hips pushing as deep as he can. “Gonna cum in your womb, okay lil’ sis? You’ll let me, right? Can I leave it inside of you? Let your big brother fuck his babies into you?”
You nod and whine in overstimulation, squirming beneath him. “Yes…! Please, inside, gēge…!”
Biting his bottom lip at your filthy words, Caleb follows you over the edge, burying himself deep inside you and spilling into your warm cunt with a groan.
He stays there for a second, savouring the feeling as his cock pulses and softens in your tight haven. The only sounds you can hear are heavy breathing and the AC rattling. Somewhere down the hall, your grandma sleeps, oblivious.
Caleb presses his lips to your hair. “Mine.”
“Yours, gēge.” You’re boneless beneath him, curled against his chest. He holds you through the night, enjoying the warm hold your cunt offers him as you sleep.
In the morning, he’ll have to face what he’s done. But for now, he lets himself have her.
Could I get an order of rough big brother and giggly little sister? She’s such a bubbly girl and her big brother is on the more serious side. He doesn’t understand why she giggles when they fuck and tends to go harder. “What’s so funny?” She’d just keep giggling while he pounds her and she kisses him “It feels good it’s just I can’t help it!” He tends to grunt and growl during sex but he enjoys the sounds of her giggling and seeing how much she smiles during sex. She gives him really big cuteness aggression and he’ll go harder to make her giggle more. He usually gets so mean and rough but whenever they’re done he’s always snuggling into her and loving on her with the sweetest aftercare. “You’re too cute with your giggles.” She’ll giggle even more in response until he’s on her again and they aggressively make out.~🫠(Rex)
Rex honestly this is fucking amazing and idk what else I can add into this.
Like I love it because big bro would be so confused! A lot of people get offended when someone laughs or giggles during sex. So of course he'd take it as a challenge! Fucks little sister harder because maybe breaking her will teach her? But she just keeps giggling and her eyes roll back. He keeps pushing and manhandling her until he has to ask. He stops and she's quickly a whiny mess because of course she doesn't want her big brother to stop!
The fact that they are opposites sends my brain into over drive because we know I love opposites. So her giggles with his grunts is just amazing. He loves her sounds but she loves his just as much. Every grunt that leaves him makes her smile more until she's pulling him in for kisses. When pulling away from the kiss he changes angles that gets her to squeak then giggle. Eyes widen as she looks at her big brother, all he does is fold her even more and keep pounding her.
Her cunt would be so sensitive by the end but she's laughing and panting. It's the pure bliss and shock that she's in. Her body is overwhelmed by everything in the best way. Big brother slowly pulling out and his cum is dripping from her. Poor cunt is puffy and sensitive but she could care less. It felt good and the hazy smile on her face shows it.
Big brother kissing her so so softly before pulling her close. Teasing her on her giggles and how they got her into this mess. She snuggles closer as they both calm down. Little sis telling him that they should just get used to it then because that's how she is. Big brother rolling his eyes and pulling her in closer while running his hand up and down her back.
Petting your hair before I'm rubbing your clit to make you drip for me while you're asleep, shushing you back to sleep as my cock slides inside you, moaning your name softly in your ear as you drift into dreams and my cock pulses inside your sweet baby sister cunt
You're a fool to think you can get out of your duties to your little brother just because he got a girlfriend.
cw: pseudo!incest, didi caleb/jiejie mc, mean caleb, ?free use, fingering, fucking from behind, cumming inside, cheating (not on mc), dead dove don't eat, DUB!CON/NON!CON
The kitchen feels warm, even in just your light leggings and tank top. Sweat trickles down your neck and under your top, staining it as you stand at the counter chopping herbs. When you’re finished, you toss them into the pot, then wipe the dampness from your neck with the back of your hand.
You’re not usually the one who cooks out of the two of you, but with Caleb and his girlfriend visiting Linkon, you can’t exactly make him cook. Well, you would have if they were staying over, but you didn’t offer up your house this time… not after what happened last time.
You glance at the clock, wondering if you could sneak in a quick five-minute shower before he arrives. But just as the thought crosses your mind, the front door opens. You let out a soft sigh. So much for that shower. You’ll just have to go after he leaves.
Earlier, you’d asked Caleb to run and get you some missing ingredients you’d stupidly forgotten. You would have gotten them yourself but you couldn’t leave the food unattended after you’d already started cooking.
Caleb steps into the kitchen with a paper bag in one hand. “Here you go, jiejie. Got everything you asked for. Even bought that fancy wine you like.”
“Oh, thank you, didi. I don’t know what I would have done without you. The night would have been ruined.” You take the bag from him and lean up to press a quick peck to his waiting cheek. “But you didn’t have to trouble yourself with the wine.”
“Wanted to.” He shrugs, and gives you a boyish grin. “After all, it’s not every day that my spoiled big sister decides to cook for me.”
“I’m not cooking for you, you brat. I’m cooking for your girlfriend.” You poke your tongue out at him, and he laughs brightly. “You’re already switching up on me? I thought you didn’t know what you’d do without me?”
“Maybe it’s time I found out.” You tease, turning back to the stove. “Now run off and get yourself and your girlfriend ready for dinner.”
“We still have time. I can stay for a bit.” He says, and there is an ever so slight change in his tone that gives you pause for a second before you go back to what you were doing.
“Do you need help?” Caleb wanders closer, peering over your shoulder at the bubbling pot, and you throw him back a smile. “Nope. You’ve done enough. You don’t have to stay. I’ve got it all handled.”
He ignores you, stepping right up behind you until his chest brushes your back. “Surely that’s not right.” He hums, breath warm against your ear. “My big sister is preparing this nice dinner for us… At least let me keep you company.”
You roll your eyes, even as you feel your body stiffening up. “Whatever.”
His arms slide around your waist, pulling you back against him in a tight hug. “Hmm… smells good.”
“It’s your favorite dish.” You say hoarsely as his nose nuzzles into the side of your neck. “Yeah… it is.”
You clear your throat. “How has work been treating you? Are you sleeping well? Getting enough rest? Any big missions coming up?” You blabber, your last question choked out as one of his hands drifts slowly down your front.
Caleb chuckles, the sound vibrating from his chest into your back. “Couple of missions next week, nothing too intense. After that, I’ll have some time off.” His voice is sweet as his fingers play with the waistband of your leggings. “Girlfriend’s been talking about taking a weekend trip to some cabin up north. She thinks it’ll be romantic.”
“That sounds nice.” You manage, mouth dry as you shift in his tight embrace, the anxious energy making you squirm against him immediately snuffed out when you feel his hard length poking against your ass.
“Mm, yeah. She’s been really excited about it.” His hand slips inside your pants, warm palm pressing over your underwear first, then sliding beneath the fabric. You bite your lip and grip the edge of the counter. “She seems good for you.”
Caleb hums, circling your clit in lazy strokes. “She is sweet.” His voice stays perfectly casual, as his fingers play with your pussy, and when they dip down to gather the unbidden wetness weeping from your hole, you jerk, thighs pressing together instinctively.
“Easy.” He chuckles, nudging your legs apart with his knee. “Clumsy jiejie.”
“Caleb, honey… time’s running out.” You say, voice strained as you clutch the counter tighter. “You gotta go pick up your girlfriend.”
“Hmm… in a bit. She texted earlier saying she might be a little late. ” He grunts, pressing a kiss just below your ear. “We got time.”
Still, he withdraws his hand anyway and you let out a sigh of relief. But it’s short-lived, quickly replaced by dread as hooks his fingers into your pants and underwear, shoving them down just past your hips. You hear the sound of him spitting into his hand before he presses it between your asscheeks, rubbing the spit around your entrance for a second then sinking two thick fingers into your pussy. The sudden stretch stings, but you’re no stranger to the pain. Your little brother has put you through worse.
“She wants me to meet her family properly soon, you know.” He continues, his voice growing huskier as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, scissoring them to force you open. “Thinks we’re getting serious.”
Dread bubbles in your chest and your pussy tightens around his fingers as you hear the sound of a zipper being undone. Then you feel the hot press of his cock against your ass, the tip smearing precum as he rubs it over your skin.
“Yeah?” You whisper, barely able to focus on the conversation. “That’s good, didi. I’m happy for you two.”
“Are you now?” Caleb scoffs, withdrawing his fingers from you and your heart rate spikes up. You know what comes next.
“The food is almost ready.” You speak up quickly, “You should go pick her up now or you’ll be late and the food will get cold.”
“Don’t worry, traffic’s light this time of evening.” He brushes you off, lining his cock up with your pussy from behind. Before you could protest again, he pushes inside you in one harsh thrust.
Your eyes squeeze shut, a broken whimper slipping past your lips as he forces you open on his cock. He’s always been big, and no matter how many times he does this to you, your body never quite gets used to the stretch. You feel every inch, every vein, as he sinks deep until his hips are flush against your ass, buried inside you to the hilt.
“I won’t let your effort go to waste, jiejie.” He promises, voice already a little shaky. Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as he starts moving in deep thrusts that drag against every sensitive spot inside you. Your pants and underwear are still bunched around your thighs, trapping your legs and making you feel even more exposed and helpless.
Caleb leans back slightly, one hand leaving your hip before you hear the soft click of his phone unlocking, followed by the unmistakable sound of the camera shutter.
It's not the first time he's done this. His phone is filled with hundreds of pictures of you going back years.
“Just a little keepsake.” He whispers cheekily, “For when I’m missing my favorite girl.”
You don’t say anything as he puts his phone away and leans over your again, chest pressing flush to your back, caging you against the counter. It’s always better to let him do whatever he wants. Makes it go quicker.
“Fuck… you feel so good.” He groans, the words slipping out between thrusts. His breath comes out hotter now as his pace picks up, rocking you forward with every snap of his hips. “So tight for me… even when you’re pretending you don’t want it.”
You bite down hard on your lip to keep your mouth shut. Just let him say what he wants. Don’t contradict him. Be nice and quiet and this will be over soon. You repeat those words in your head like a mantra. They’ve gotten you through so much worse.
But Caleb isn’t satisfied with your quiet surrender today. One of his hands slides up under your tank top to squeeze your breasts roughly, while the other slips between your legs, playing with your little clit the way he has mastered over the years.
“Right now, she’s probably back home trying to pick out a nice dress to impress her boyfriend’s big sister, all while you’ve got me balls deep in your tight pussy.” He pants, mouthing at your neck in wet, stinging kisses. You’ll have to wear a high collar tonight. It’s okay. You’ve got a collection of them thanks to your didi who is fucking you more roughly now, his pace turning punishing at your continued silence. “You like that, don’t you? Like proving who I really belong to.”
You shake your head despite yourself, and immediately regret it. You know better than this.
Caleb’s hand fists in your hair and yanks your head back. “Don't lie to me. Look at what you're wearing. You wanted it.”
You let out a helpless mewl. You know you should've changed. You're such an idiot.
You bite down on your tongue, tasting blood as you hold back from shaking your head again. He scoffs, driving into you harshly, making your knees buckle as the strength goes out of your body. He catches you easily, arm wrapping around your waist to hold you up as he drives into you faster, and angles his hips to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes.
“Still won't admit it? You like to pretend I'm taking you against your will? Is that what turns you on, sister? I can feel how wet you are around me, dripping down my balls.” He mocks and you wish he would just cum already. Why is he being so cruel today? “But it hurts my ego, jiejie. Hmm… maybe I should cancel that weekend trip and spend it with you instead. We won’t go anywhere, just stay here and I can fuck you on every surface of this damn apartment until you admit it. How does that sound, jie?”
You panic. “No, Caleb. We had a deal, remember, baby?”
“I remember. Do you?” He asks gruffly, hips still snapping into you. “You were supposed to let me visit once a week, but you kept cancelling. Wouldn’t even answer my calls or texts. I almost called the whole thing off.”
So this is what it’s about.
“No, no, I’m sorry.” You whimper. “I was just busy—”
You weren’t. You had hoped that now that he got a longterm girlfriend that you can finally start to wean him off his sick fixation on you. Clearly, it was too soon.
“Liar.” He whines, suddenly sounding like your precious little brother that you’d do anything for. Anything. Even let him cross a line that should never be crossed between siblings. “You were being a bad jiejie. Trying to get out of your duties to your little brother.”
“I’m sorry, baby. Sorry for being bad. I won't neglect you again, I promise.” You choke out, your pussy burning from the rough way he’s treating you. Luckily, you know how to push him over the edge and end it. “I missed you, baby… I missed your cock inside me. Please, won’t you cum inside jiejie and fill her up?”
His hips stutter.
“Yeah?” He groans, leaning over you, breath hot against your ear. “You want it, jie?”
“Yes, baby.” You moan, giving him exactly what he craves. “I want to take care of you. Let go for your big sister.”
“Okay, jiejie.” He whimpers, “Whatever you want. Gonna give it all to you.”
Caleb’s thrusts grow erratic, his hips snapping against your ass desperately, until finally he buries himself deep one last time, his grip on your waist tightening painfully as a loud groan tears from his throat
“Fuck, take it. Take every drop.” He rasps against your ear.
You feet the hot, thick pulse of his cock as he comes inside you, rope after rope of warm cum flooding your pussy. Your walls flutter around him helplessly, your own orgasm hovering just out of reach, leaving you trembling and needy, but you’re not going to ask him for release.
“Fuck, I love you, jie.” He moans, turning your head to the side and slotting his lips against yours, his tongue pushing past your lips. You let him kiss you, drooling into your mouth as he grinds against your ass, his cock hardening again inside you.
“Baby… baby, the dinner.” You plead desperately against his mouth and he grunts in dissatisfaction, biting down on your bottom lip punishingly. You flinch back with a hiss of pain, feeling a warm drop of blood trickling down your chin. His eyes fixate on it, pupils blown wide as he leans in and licks it away, groaning at the taste, his cock twitching inside your cum-filled pussy.
“Caleb.” You repeat, trying to sound firm but your voice comes out shaky. You know you can’t let him lose himself again.
He huffs in frustration but finally pulls out. The wet, obscene sound of his cock leaving your soaked hole makes your cheeks burn with shame, as does the maddening emptiness it leaves inside you. You barely have a second to steady yourself before he yanks your underwear and leggings back up your thighs, tugging them into place haphazardly. The fabric presses tight against your dripping pussy, trapping his warm cum inside.
“Don’t shower, okay?” He tells you, voice still rough from his climax as he tucks himself back into his pants and zips up. “Keep it all inside you.”
You balk, eyes widening in horror. “I can’t sit across from your girlfriend like this!”
Caleb turns you around and pins you against the cabinet with his body, one hand reaching up to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear. He has a serene smile on his face, but his beautiful sunset eyes are dark and stormy, and it makes your heart ache. Oh, how you’d give anything to bring sunshine back into his eyes.
“You will.” He says, thumb tracing your swollen bottom lip. “Because you’re the one who wants this little show to continue.”
You open your mouth to speak, but he pushes his thumb between your lips, pressing down on your tongue to silence you.
“After we have dinner and I go to drop her off, you will wait for me in your bed. You can pretend to be asleep all you want, but that won't stop me. And if I come back and find you’d cleaned up…” His voice drops low, and you shiver. “I’ll send her the pictures of you stuffed full of my cock.”
Your stomach turns with dread, and you stand there paralysed as he pulls his thumb from your mouth and replaces it with his tongue, more gentle this time. When he pulls back, his voice is soft again.
“Be good for me tonight, okay? You’ve got a lot to make up to me, jie.” He brushes his wet thumb across your cheek, then flashes you a sweet smile when you nod obediently.
“See you soon, jie.” He presses one last soft peck to your lips before he turns and walks away. The front door clicks shut behind him, leaving you standing alone in your kitchen, pants still slightly crooked, thighs pressed together, and your brother’s cum slowly seeping out of your aching pussy.
a/n: sorry guys the next chapter of Yes, Baby is taking a little bit of time. i've just moved house and then my cat got sick and things have been really hectic so here is something to tide you over. Also been reading flowers in the attic and i am hooked lol if anyone read it your girl wants to talk
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dad feeling guilty for getting hard while he’s pinning me down and tickling me and lightly biting me and blowing raspberries on me while we’re play fighting. mentally reprimanding himself for perving on his daughter again. until my skirt lifts up for a second and he sees that I’ve soaked through my panties. then he just does it even harder
kissing you softly while he rolls the head of his cock back and forth over your clit, half-distracted by your lips but deliberately taking his time until you’re grumbling for him to put it in….
when he kisses your puffy pussy so sweetly and says a little breathlessly “my poor baby” as if he wasn’t the one absolutely pounding you into the next week
moaning ‘i love you’ to daddy when he cums, and he groans it back, kissing me while his cock twitches inside of me, filling me up warm and full of his load ♡
imagine you're trying to wash dishes when you feel something touching your cunt. startled, you spin around to find no one there, but the touching persists. now that something, fingers it seems, are slowly pumping in and out of you.
a whine escapes your mouth. you're leaning against the sink, legs spread wide, as if to give the fingers better access. some fingers start rubbing your clit. then the fingers in your cunt are gone, much to your disappointment. those fingers are now spreading your pussy lips. what for?
something new is rubbing against your cunt. something thicker and harder. you inhale in anticipation. slowly, too slowly, the cock enters you, stretching you around it. you moan as it slowly fills you up, bottoming out in you. it pauses for a brief moment before pumping in and out fast. you struggle to stay standing as it keeps fucking you at this relentless pace.
between this and the fingers on your clit, you could feel an orgasm building up. more and more you felt yourself get closer to orgasm. there was nothing you could do to stop it, you could could clamp your legs closed but the fucking wouldn't stop.
your head snaps back and you loudly moan as you cum, clit and pussy pulsing in pleasure. the cock keeps fucking you through your orgasm. it pauses balls deep in you for a few moments then rams you once, twice, three times. then it and the phantom fingers are gone.
shakily, you stand up right, taking your pants off to inspect yourself. a white creamy fluid is pooling in your underwear.
you see your phone light up out of the corner of your eye. it's a message from a long distance friend of yours. it's a video of them with a fleshlight that strangely looks a lot like your pussy. a text reads "god, you felt good 🤤"
18+ mdni | who knew babysitting for dilf caleb could turn into something more? (you did, it’s the only reason you babysat)
TW. caleb is like mid 50s, you’re 22, guys do NOT trust strange men who ask u to come to their house!! this is fiction!!, creampie, fingering, aftercare, daddy kink
caleb first saw you in the diaper aisle during his weekly grocery trip. you weren’t shopping, no—you were restocking formula. he watched you blow your hair out of your face while you bent over and reached into a box nearly the same height as you.
as you finished up the shelf, your eyes flitted towards him once, twice, three times before giving him a polite smile, a blush forming on the bridge of your nose and cheeks. he bit his lip to suppress a laugh. caleb knew he wasn’t unattractive, but he was old enough to be your father. the thought that such a pretty, young thing like you still flushed after seeing him made something primal swirl in his gut.
caleb was snapped out of his thoughts when you pushed your cart towards where he was standing, muttering a little ‘excuse me’ before beginning to put items away once more. he moved just enough that you could squeeze between him and the shelf, the smell of your perfume wafting towards him making his cock twitch. it was sweet, just like you.
you glanced over your shoulder to find caleb already staring at you. “did you need help with anything?”
god, your voice was just as sweet as he imagined. he smiled with his eyes, cocking his head and asking if you could point him to where the baby clothes would be. you enthusiastically nodded, giving him directions before saying you could just show him where it was.
“honestly i’m not too sure but we can work together-”
before you could finish your sentence, caleb cut you off with an apology, his hand patting the suit he wore to look for his phone. “i know this might be super forward, but you seem like a sweet girl and i’m in a pinch for tonight.” your eyes widened at his words, a flush rising up your neck, “i have this work event and need someone to watch over my girls till around midnight, they’re 3 and 8. i have a picture so you don’t think i’m a creep.”
caleb let you scroll through the images of his two girls, heart swelling when you smiled at the sweet pictures. “if you’re available, i’d love for you to babysit. i know they’re tired of being around an old man and could use some much needed girl time.”
you laughed at his comment while he watched you calculate the likelihood of him being a serial killer, brows furrowed as you stared into his eyes. after a minute or so, you finally responded with a shy smile and nodded, getting his contact information and saying you’d see him later tonight.
he gave you one last smile before rushing off, checking out immediately so he could head home and clean up.
by the time you knocked on his door, caleb had spent hours trying to make his house presentable. its not like he was hiding anything, he just wanted you to see him in a certain light—competent, dependable.
he swung open the door to see you standing in a sweater and jeans, shuffling your feet with nervous anticipation. your eyes unashamedly trailed up his body, focusing on the exposed skin of his veiny forearms, rolled-up sleeves giving you a better view of the tanned muscle.
“thank you again sweetheart, you’re a lifesaver” his gruff voice spoke, the nickname he used making you blush.
“o-oh, of course! i love kids, i babysit all the time anyway and it’s not like i have plans so…” you trailed off while mentally slapping yourself for how much you shared. caleb didn’t seem to mind though, laughing at your words before guiding you inside. just as you began to toe your shoes off, two pairs of eyes peeked from around the staircase. you gave a small wave as the girls came to stand in front of you.
“are you my dads girlfriend?”
the question took both you and caleb by surprise, his sputtering making you giggle. “oh my god, i’m so sorry. baby no, this is your babysitter while daddy’s at work tonight.”
you laughed again, crouching down to shake hands with the older girl. she stared at you for a couple seconds before saying how lonely her dad was and how her mom already had a new boyfriend.
he ruffled her hair and quickly sent her off, trying to distract you with a tour of the house before standing at the door again. “dinners already there so i hope you eat chicken! after the girls are asleep you’re welcome to rest too, the couch pulls out but my rooms made up if it’s too uncomfortable.”, you nodded, heart racing as you thought of being in his bed. “i shouldn’t be any later than 12 but if i am I’ll double your pay.”
after giving you his works number and saying to call if you needed anything, he finally headed out. the next few hours were spent either colouring or braiding hair, both kids eventually falling asleep while watching a movie. you put them to bed and came to rest on the couch, checking the time to see it was 12:53am. not feeling too tired, you decided to clean up a bit, washing the dishes and packing up the rest of the dinner into containers for easy access.
when the clock finally hit 1:30am, you headed to caleb’s room, telling yourself you were only gonna see what it was like, not actually go to sleep. you walked in to see an organized bed, a couple framed photos of him with his daughters adorning the walls. you admired the minimalistic decor before going to sit on the bed, surprised by how soft it was. giving in, you finally laid down and were about to drift off before hearing the door open. you quickly walked down the steps, finding caleb sitting in the living room. he smiled when he saw you, patting the space next to him and asking you to sit down.
“comin’ home to such a pretty sight, lucky me”. he slurred slightly, the smell of alcohol on his breath. “how was today?”
your heart raced at his unfiltered demeanour. “it was good, no complaints!”. he chuckled before letting his head rest against the couch, one hand going to pull out his wallet. “knew you’d do a good job, wish i could keep you”, he fumbled through the pockets while you flushed at the comment, pulling out a couple hundred dollar bills. “this enough?”
your eyes widened, shaking your head at the offer. “oh please, i can’t take it. the girls were great, i had fun!”. he looked up through lidded eyes, hand falling to his lap as he stared at you. “gotta pay you somehow, sweets. any ideas?”
you shrugged while looking back at him, a shiver running down your spine when he put his hand on your thigh. “i gotta ask…i’m glad you came but do ya have a habit of trusting strangers this easily?”, his thumb pressed against you as he spoke, eyes heavy from the alcohol but still sharp enough to make your stomach twist, “or am i just special?”.
you nodded at the latter, licking your lips before responding. “not unless the strangers are this attractive”, your eyes shot open when you realized the words actually fell from your mouth, hands slapping against your lips.
he laughed again, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes before looking back at you. “you’re making it so hard for me, sweets. i’m trying to be decent”. arousal flooded the pit of your stomach at his words, your hand moving to his thigh that flinched underneath your touch. “m-maybe i don’t want you to be”
you watched his adam’s apple bob, breathing heavily while he stared at your lips. the two of you sat for several minutes before he inched towards your face, the warmth of his breath fanning across your mouth making you unconsciously squeeze his leg tighter. before your lips met, he pulled away completely and lifted you in his arms, walking to the stairs. “if i’m gonna take you it’s not gonna be on my couch”
he carried you to his room before seeing the ruffled sheets, smirking as he threw you onto them. “looks like you already came in here, huh?”, you blushed furiously at his words, looking away when he crawled over you, arms on either side of your head as he hovered over your body. you turned to him, looking into deep purple eyes as he pressed himself against you. “this okay?”
you exhaled shakily, a hand coming to rest on his shoulder. the bulge in his pants pressed against your already soaked cunt, the sensation making you whine his name while your hips arched towards him. finally, he pressed his lips to yours, groaning at your taste. his tongue lapped at the seam of your lips, exploring the cavern of your mouth the second he had access.
you felt his hands unbutton your jeans, slipping his fingers under your panties and feeling your slick folds coat him with arousal. “so wet for me already, were you waiting for this?”
you nodded at his question, already too far gone to feel embarrassed at how needy you seemed. he laughed at your honesty before pulling his fingers away, slipping them into his mouth and groaning at the taste. “fuck, i’m sorry but i need to see more of you baby, lift your hips for me”. he haphazardly tore your pants off, lifting your sweater at the same time to appreciate the sight of your tits while continuing to circle your clothed clit.
you moaned when he flicked his tongue against your nipple, inserting a finger into your dripping cunt at the same time. “please caleb, need you so bad…”
he lifted his head to watch your teary eyes glaze over the closer you got to your release, slowing his fingers down to draw it out. “you don’t have to beg me to fuck you, i’m going to. i just want it to last.”
you were about to complain before he added another finger to your already clingy pussy, increasing the pace he fucked them into you until you were clamping down on his hand so tight he couldn’t move. “there we go, doing so good for me. poor baby was so needy, hm?”
you nodded, tears finally leaking from your eyes as you whimpered “yes daddy”. the words snapped both of you from the haze of pleasure you were in, apologies about to tumble from your mouth before he planted a rough kiss onto your lips. you watched him quickly unbutton his shirt and unbuckle his pants, the sound of his belt falling to the floor making you look towards him, eyes widening as you saw his huge length. “too big” you blurted out, watching how the head of his cock bobbed and leaked precum when he pressed it against your soaked pussy lips.
“mmm i know, little pussy couldn’t even take two fingers right?”, you nodded at the condescending question, biting your lip when he began to rub his tip on your clit. “daddy’s gonna make it fit though” he grunted, pressing his tip against the tight ring of muscle before finally being sucked in by your cunt.
you both groaned at the sensation, your nails raking down his back when he fucked his tip into you, slowly getting more access with each thrust. when he was finally buried to the hilt, you had already came, squeezing around his throbbing length while crying his name. “fuck, give me a second to breathe angel, try and relax”
you tried to listen but ultimately failed when you felt the dark hairs of his happy trail rub against your clit, the sensation making you squeeze his cock once more. he apologized before withdrawing from your cunt almost completely, slamming all the way into you and knocking the breath from your lungs. he continued this pace until you felt numb, throat sore from begging him, unsure whether it was for more or less stimulation.
“tight fuckin’ pussy doesn’t wanna let me go, you want daddy to cum in this cunt? wanna be full of my babies?”
you nodded at his filthy words, tears falling down your cheeks before he licked them up. “p-please, wan’ it so bad daddy, need it” your voice slurred, drunk off the way he fucked you.
you felt his thrusts get sloppy, cock nearly bruising your cervix with each thrust before he finally came inside you, spurts of cum filling you so much it began to pool below your body. he shallowly continued to thrust into you, ensuring every drop was swallowed by your womb.
you winced once he withdrew himself, sighing contentedly as he kissed across your collarbones and down your chest, going to grab a warm rag and cleaning between your legs. “such a good girl for me, yeah?” you nodded before curling into his arms after he got rid of the cloth, letting you listen to his heartbeat while you drifted off.
he watched your figure rise and fall with each breath, eventually drifting off himself as he thought of how he could keep you for tomorrow too.
daddy likes to show me off for his friends aaaalllll the time. he’ll make me sit on his lap during the football games and he’ll run his hands over my body until they get to my breasts. his friends don’t even try to hide the fact that they’re staring, their beer is in one hand and the other one is on their boner. dad pulls out my pretty little teen tits and takes his tongue to them, flicking back and forth. i arch into his touch and he pulls me closer into him, his hand moving down and dipping under my skirt. i hadn’t worn panties for this reason, i know papa goes crazy when i do that. he finds my clit effortlessly and rubs harshly. he tells me to look at his friends while i moan like a whore. and i do. they’re all fisting their cocks, i can see their precum spurting out. papa suddenly spreads my legs and looks over to his friend, asking if he wants a turn. he all but jumps up and gets in front of me. he starts by lining himself up with my entrance and asks me if i can handle his size. i mumble something under my breath about not knowing if i could. they all chuckle at me mockingly which makes me feel small. he then slams into me, thrusting in until he was hitting my cervix. papa laughs behind me and kisses my neck, mumbling something about being his good girl. this would be a long night. )):
Papa, at times, had his own urges that he couldn't ignore. And of course it made sense that you'd help him with them.
But if he went against your boundaries one day, you'd still forgive him, won't you?
"Papa-"
"I won't put it in, little one. Promise."
Remembering all the times he did uphold his words, you guessed it was okay. So you swallowed your hesitation down and opted for nodding timidly.
Caleb wore a smile—subtle, as the long fleet hours started to settle on him more. There was exhaustion in the form of deep eye bags underneath his eyes. His gaze fell flat, but the tiniest light that shone for you still made effort to come through.
Your hand quietly crept up to his face, the rough surface of unshaven stubble meeting your palm. "I missed you."
Caleb held an expression of deep regret, mixed with a longing for something more. He leaned into your touch, came closer to you, and crumbled on your lips.
Your father was always a strong man in your memories.
So when there came a time where he looked no better than the dead, how could you ever think he was still capable of conducting the worst?
He was always aware of what made you uncomfortable; always made the effort to not lean into those things whenever with you. He protected you from the world and in some cases, even from himself.
"P-papa…hn-"
He needed this, you told yourself to believe. He was filled with so much tension over the long days of dealing with awfully dumb subordinates that couldn't listen to orders properly; but you never had a problem obeying him. If anything, it was the only thing you knew how to do.
If this was how he wanted you; pliant, easily affected by the weight of his cock that pressed over your sopping pussy, making a mess with the pretty panties that was always his favourite pair, of course you would give it to him. He was allowed to rut helplessly against you, grunting about how warm you were, that you were just what he needed. But at the same time, never did he admit that you were perfect just like this.
When he was grinding between your folds, teasing your puffy clit and making you whimper—that was just barely helping him with his needs. You felt so inviting. Beyond that thin and deeply soaked fabric, there was more of you that he had yet to explore. It was more often than he wanted to let you know on how much he fisted himself whilst thinking about it.
Nobody else touched you before, so you must be tight.
Caleb hissed as he came, his seed spurting and making a further mess over your panties. It should've just ended at just there, then.
He should've done like what any good father would do; put away your soiled panties, slip on new ones, and kiss you with praises you'd melt at.
The furthest Caleb managed was the first step.
"A-ah, what?" You jolted, feeling solid heat replace the shivering cold that touched upon your cunt. One look down, and your heart jumped to your throat. "Papa?!"
He inhaled once, reeling himself back. "I'll be careful. Promise."
It wasn't enough to just end it like that. Caleb slid himself between your folds again, nothing to hide the feeling of skin upon skin. Now it was much more raw, more intimate than anything, making him throw his head down with a gasp.
"Fuck," he cursed, "this is so much better."
Papa felt so hot against you. He was burning, dealing up more friction over your sensitive clit, stimulating beyond your capacity. It tickled a weird emotion that swirled by the lower part of your stomach, something churning and made you spasm.
"Mhn- papa, gonna pee-!"
"Do it."
His voice, deep and fond, maybe even a little violent—it triggered you to spill, warm fluids dripping out and coating his cock.
Caleb breathed out a chuckle, one corner of his lips turning up. "Enjoyed yourself, didn't you?"
Face turning red, you hid yourself with your hands. "That was an accident…"
Unbeknownst to you, it wasn't really that kind of accident. But was he going to reveal it to you?
No. And neither was he going to warn you first when he suddenly sneaked the tip of himself right inside your pulsing entrance.
You froze, heart pounding. "P-papa?"
"…" Caleb groaned, pulling away right after. "Sorry. That was an accident too."
He couldn't scare you. Not now. Not ever. You had so much trust in him; how could he even think of taking advantage of it?
But you were still soaking him, all the way along his length, and it felt so much like a tease that he wanted to start blaming you for it. That if anything happened it would be completely your fault.
Caleb hid his face against the crook of your neck, feeding kisses onto your skin while he continued humping his twitching cock against you.
He was still painfully hard. He ached. He went slow for the purpose of not getting ahead of himself. Just a few more strokes, and he'd stop. Depriving himself was nothing in the greater picture.
He loved you. He cherished you. He was your father. Your papa. He wouldn't hurt you.
He would never.
"Hah...I'm sorry, little one."
"Hm? What are you doing...?"
But even if he did, you'd still want him, right?
Caleb lifted your hips off the bed, prodded at your hole once more, and slid himself in. Beyond the tip this time, as he breached you without stopping, sheathing himself all the way inside you.
Your moan came out involuntarily, mixing more with the sounds of a scream as the pain spread across your womb, slipping through the cracks of your body where tears had begun to well up in your eyes. It was one pull out and a thrust back in that caused them to fall; slipping down your cheeks while you were thrashing around helplessly, shaking your head.
"Nonono- papa! Papa! You said you wouldn't! You p—romised-!"
What answered you was another thrust, hitting the beginning of your cervix, making you see white.
Papa's pace was merciless. He had you at ease within his grasp, using you at his own need. There was less reason in him than the papa you thought you knew. A deep desire, rooted in what defined the existence of sin. He cradled it together with you in his arms, against his chest.
You were always ever the most obedient with him. You allowed him to explore these urges up to a certain point before he realised he wanted more.
And for the longest time, he tried to make it work. These limitations that could keep you feeling safe. He tried. He really did, okay?
"Forgive me."
So what if he ended up breaking a few promises in the end? It wouldn't change the fact that in the end, he ignored your pleas for him to stop. In the end, he still filled your womb to the brim.
In the end, he was still the one who loved you the most in this world.
Dad that goes into his daughters room after a long day. Says he just wants to cuddle his little girl and unwind. Climbs into bed with her and pulling her in close. Him remembering they are home alone and letting his hands wander. Not long before his hands are in his little girls panties making sure she's nice and wet.
Kissing her and telling her that this is all okay. This is just them relaxing after a stressful day. Cuddling her closer as he sinks his cock into her. Moans at her cries that he is too big for her. Soothes her and softly thrusts into her. Her back is to his chest as he wraps an arm around her waist and another around her neck.
Dad that makes her cum multiple times on his cock. Each other then are slow and precise. He doesn't plan on stopping until someone gets home. This is the exact stress relief he needed. His little girls cuddles and her cunt all of him to enjoy.
free uuuuse oh my god. horny dad coming up behind you, grinding into your ass, shoving his face in your neck no matter what you're doing– you always end up on your knees, or leg hiked up, foot on the counter, pants shoved down and panties pulled to the side. forgetting all about what you were trying to do before he came onto you, used you to get off. grunting and moaning all breathy and covering your mouuuth or grabbing at your hair or
