"shh, gege's here," he whispers into your neck as you stare at your shared reflection. he did this often: holding you down on his cock in front of a mirror and forcing you to look at where he disappeared inside you.
this was as close as you could be, he'd remind you. if it were possible to be any closer, he would do it. "look at gege inside you," he mutters. "don't stop looking."
he's quieter than usual; restrained. usually he'd be standing, letting your skin slap together as he fucked up into you. but this time was different.
you were trying on a few pretty things for him, frilly pyjama sets and lacy garters to match. he stood behind you in the small change room, a towering figure watching you in the mirror as you slipped each piece on and off your body carefully. you saw the change in his eyes. gentle, patient, loving appreciation slips into something more predatory and possessive.
and you know him as well as he knows you, so you're expecting what happens next. you know how to be quiet when the switch flips and he tugs you against him and tells you he needs to be closer. you suck and bite on his fingers as an aid as he fucks you, eyes re-focusing on where you join each time he notices you drifting.
"know i should wait... gege can't help it," he breathes into your ear. "this is where i belong, hm? right here, buried in your pretty flower." his fingertips ghost over your clit, then glide up to your belly. he presses his palm flat against you, firm. "feels like i should never leave."
he bites into your shoulder, and you bite down on his fingers in return. "wanna keep you strapped to my chest, warm and safe and full of me always..." he drops a kiss over his bite. "doesn't that sound nice?"
the tiniest little hum escapes your throat, muffled by his fingers. "that's why gege's so much bigger," he whispers. "that's the way it's supposed to be... meant to carry you around with my cock buried deep inside you... never apart..." his hips roll, and he presses you back into him a little harder. "want them all to see where i belong... wanna walk out and show them how perfectly we fit... look at it..."
you are looking. you can't stop. it doesn't matter. he repeats it like it's not enough, like he needs the whole world to see how connect together perfectly. "keep looking... look at you opening up for gege... so pretty... look..."
"s'too much, gege," you whine, words slurred and your head foggy. trapped beneath the weight of his hips pinned against yours, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, claiming, wanting. "can't."
every nerve in your body is on fire, frayed and sparking. pleasure teetering on pain and the edges of your vision darkening, oversensitive. your thighs unable to close and hide yourself with caleb keeping himself buried inside you.
"you can take it. you're bein' so good for gege." he assures you, kisses your tears away—there's a numbness in your cheeks that you don't recall. your body feels foreign under his touch, pushed to your breaking point. "just give me one more."
your walls weakly pulse around him, swollen and stuffed, but still desperate for him.
"that's it, keep squeezin'." his breath is hot against your face, sticky as it meets the sweat that covers you. his cock throbs, equally as spent, but still spilling another load, as if it's never enough. "fuck, you feel so good, pips. wanna stay inside you, just a little longer. that's okay, right? you can do it, f'me?"
Asking Caleb to teach you how to kiss gone wrong(?)
word count: ~1.8k
WARNINGS: og CN pseudocest trope, gege/meimei HEAVY, thigh riding, age unspecified, kind offf infantilization?, very little plot, very brief mention of Zayne, idk what else to put tbh this is just very self indulgent
"Gege, pleasee," your big, watery eyes looked up at him, "I wanna learn!"
You were both just lounging in the living room watching some silly cartoon, bundled up in a blanket together and sharing the snacks you smuggled from the pantry. It was so innocent, just the two of you enjoying your break from your studies. Now, the TV is nothing more than just a background sound for your conversation.
He didn't know what got you so enthusiastic to learn how to kiss, but his heart swells at the thought that you asked him, your gege, to be the one to teach you how to. His self control was fraying rapidly, he knew he shouldn't—he should be responsible and good and not touch his meimei like that, right?
"Meimei, we can't—", his shaky voice barely holding on to the sliver of self control he still somehow has, you're response was just to bury your head in his chest and lightly hit him, Caleb can only pray you don't move too much and see just how much this affects him,
"Gegee, you're mean," you huffed, almost looking like an annoyed little bunny stomping its feet. Tears prodded the corners of your eyes, a bright idea sparked in your tiny little head,
"Fine then—" you looked up at him again and slightly pushing him away, "I'll go ask Zaynie instead," you said flatly, making sure add salt to the wound by using that nickname,
The three of you got along well, for the most part, Caleb also sees Zayne as a brother figure for you, both men want nothing but the best for you, after all. But picturing him teaching his meimei how to kiss? It made him tense, he bit the insides of his cheek attempting to calm himself. You were trying to slip away from him slowly but his grip on your shoulder became tight,
"Caleb—"
His eye twitched.
"What did you just call me?" his big, strong hand cupped your face, forcing you to look at him directly,
"Gege—"
"That...was not what you said earlier," his gaze on you was strong, his eyes looked darker than it usually is. His grip firm on your face, bordering on painful, just enough to feel him,
"Since when have you become so... disrespectful, meimei?"
" 'm sorry..." you try to look everywhere except his eyes which reflects your own self, "but—!"
"Yeah, no. No buts." He says as he lets go of your face only to gently maneuver himself above you, one knee between your legs. You lay flat on your back, with his giant figure caging you leaving you no space to run to. It was just him everywhere, he was so close you could feel his body heat radiating.
"You wanted to learn how to kiss?" his voice barely above a whisper, "What for even, meimei? Do you want to kiss other guys?"
"No..." You whined, pawing at his chest and turning your face to the side. He felt overwhelming, but in a good way, it made your core feel so hot, "Gege, you're so close, move,"
A dark chuckle echoed through the empty living room, he allowed you to keep up with your weak attempts at getting him off of you,
"Then why? Hm?" he pressed on with his interrogation,
"Because—!" your face flushed half in embarrassment and half almost in unrecognized anger and jealousy, "I wanted to know of you knew how—if you have..." you trailed off, the last part coming out weakly, in shame,
Caleb's eyes widened at the confession, the last bits of his self control crumbled down. He pressed his forehead onto yours, eyes closed, his breathe fanning your face.
"And what if I had?" He teased, the thought made your brows furrow even more, you felt your face get wet before registering it was your tears, then—
Kiss.
The gesture was as light as a feather, had your body not felt so sensitive you wouldn't have registered the feeling. His gaze layed heavy on you, you could swear you saw the cosmos through his violet eyes. You stared, and stared, and stared without blinking until his fingers came up to your face to catch your tears,
"Don't cry, my little meimei, I haven't."
You whimpered under him. Delighted, embarrassed.
"Gege, more."
"Silly girl, where are your manners?"
"Please, gege, kiss me more,"
Kiss. It lingered longer this time. You felt his lips on yours, completely this time. His hand went down to your waist with a firm grip before he loosened up and lightly traced it up your chest. He felt you weren't wearing anything under, then you felt his big hands cup your perky breasts. You yelped into the kiss and Caleb, being the opportunist he was, invaded your mouth with his tongue the moment you opened it.
You felt his tongue search for your own and tasted it when it finally made contact with your own,
' It feels weird,' you thought. His tongue left a somewhat sweet aftertaste on yours, it only made you so much more curious, so hungry. Your arms reached out to wrap around the back of his neck pulling him impossibly closer, tongue chasing his. Both of you were breathless by the time you let go of him, lips all red from making out.
"If you haven't done this before... how come you're so good, gege?" You asked, avoiding his eyes as if it made your reddened face unnoticeable from his ever watchful eyes,
"I did my research for you, silly girl—with how you look, I'd say I did a great job applying it," his cocky little smirk printed on his face as he uttered those words, he looked hot. Your brother looked so hot, it made you want to eat him up, maybe hide him from the world, too.
A squeeze on your breast made you yelp once more and return to reality, his eye contact still steady with yours as he fondled you. His long, thick fingers brushing over your sensitive nipple which made you arch your back and squirm. Of course, the menace notices this and gives it a little pinch to make you squirm even more causing you to accidentally grind your core to his strong, toned thighs. The act made you let out the cutest little moan Caleb has ever heard,
"Fuck, pipsqueak, I didn't know you could make such a beautiful sound," he said, still mesmerized by you, you could practically see little hearts floating around his head.
He dove back into your open mouth, continuing his invasion inside. His hand also kept toying with your breasts, alternating between the two to make sure none of them felt neglected. The pleasure made your head spin, it made you lightheaded. Heat seemed to be spreading from between your legs, you ached for any sort of friction, the urge to grind on his thighs was strong. He spoke, and that was your last string,
“Go on, be a good girl and get yourself off of gege's thighs.”
His words sent a wave of embarrassment through you, suddenly so aware of what exactly the two of you were doing. For a second, you hesitated. You felt guilty.
“I don't think we should…” you trailed off and squirmed uncomfortably,
“Shh, shh. It's fine, meimei, nothing's going inside, it's fine.” He said urging you to continue, eyes remained fixated on you. His hand that was previously on your breast moved to slowly guide your hips grind on his thigh,
Each grind felt electric, pleasure pulsed through your body and you couldn't keep quiet. Your moans, growing louder each time, were music to Caleb's ears. It egged him to make you grind on him slower, to push you further and test the limits with you.
You felt your insides tighten, wanting something to cling to—but your source of pleasure was only through grinding on your brother's thigh. You wanted to cry again, you felt so, so empty inside. Your tears wet the couch again, you couldn't take it anymore,
“Gege, I want something inside—anything! Please, please, please!” You cried,
“You poor thing, so desperate,” he said and kissed your forehead before you felt his hands leave your hips and sneak in between your legs,
Your eyes followed his hands as it traveled to where you needed it so badly, that's when you noticed how your brother's thigh was glistening because of your juices. You suddenly realized just how wet and sticky your inner thighs were, so wet that Caleb just easily sunk a finger inside you in one go. A loud, broken moan escaped from you, you squirmed and arched towards his touch.
You slowly got used to his finger inside you, and like the good little sister you are, you started grinding on him again,
“Ah, shit, you look so hot, meimei,” Caleb was painfully hard through it all, but this was about you and your pleasure, not him, “I can feel you squeezing so tight, it's cute, you're so close, hm?”
With that, he started curling his fingers, it touched a spot you never knew existed. Not like you could ever discover it yourself, it was too deep inside and you never had the courage to even try putting your own little fingers inside. Caleb was the first, and will probably be the only one to do so.
The pleasure came crashing down, you couldn't keep your sounds to yourself as you clamped on his digit. You were loud, so loud Caleb was sure the neighbors must've heard you and would come knocking soon. His finger kept moving inside you, helping you ride past your first orgasm. You were still panting when he pulled out his fingers and slumped beside you, both of you were red and out of breath. Only the TV and a pair of heavy breaths could be heard, the sole evidence of what happened was your brother's sticky thigh, wet hand, and soaked sofa.
You pouted and smacked him right at the chest,
“I said to teach me how to kiss, gege,”
“Oh but I did, did I not? I was so good to you that I even threw in extra lessons,”
“Mhm, but now you'll be the only one I think of when I'm doing it with somebody else—”
“Oh, pipsqueak, who even said I'd let you practice that with anyone else?” That response pleased a hidden part of you, but what he did next made your heart swell with joy. He guided your hand to the tent in his pants. You felt him, and he was hard as a rock,
“I still have more to teach you, meimei, do you want it?”
The only appropriate answer was to start palming him through his sweatpants, and that rewarded you with the sweetest moan you've ever heard.
//This is my first time posting here and first time writing a somewhat proper fic, also first time writing for Caleb and im very very nervous pls dont come at me for anything ueuueeueueu enjoy maybe and if u dont like it heres a cookie for compensation 🍪 🍪 🍪
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//This is reposted but essentially my first post on this account that got absolutely nowhere because i basically had my account hidden wwww
Pairing! Yandere!Emo!Caleb x reader x Yandere!Nerd!Caleb (based on this drawing <3)
Desc! Being friends with the Xia twins since you were kids was like having two older brothers; one teased you, and the other helped you with your homework. You loved them dearly, and they made sure you knew they cared about you. Unfortunately, you were in the dark about some things, but they’d make it known they’d do anything for you.
Warnings! smut, reader is AFAB, use of she/her pronouns, implied dubcon, childhood friends, unrequited to requited love, emo leb has piercings and tats, nerd leb and reader wears glasses, both caleb’s have mullets, mentions of killing, descriptive gore implied, dp, oral (f receiving), 2p i v, MFM, cam recording, creampie, spanking, some degradation, implied marathon sex, mating press, car sex, dacryphilia, doggystyle, mean nerd leb (it’s all emo leb’s fault,) derogative name calling (they don't mean it), overstimulation, light aftercare, not proofread, proceed with caution
A/n! I wrote this one and a half days, are y’all proud yet? 💔 -> It's currently Tuesday the 2nd, 7:40 PM, and FUCK I took too long to upload this. I might have to re-upload it tomorrow </3 <-
W/c! 10k
The clock hit 12:30 when class ended. You stretch big and wide, with your body shaking as the nerves wake up. Your hand cups your nape as you roll your head around, getting the strained muscle to loosen. You pack up your supplies and walk out the door next to you. The black wedge platforms covering your feet click quietly against the floor as you walk down the hall, heading for the main hall.
Caleb texted you a few minutes ago, saying to meet them outside by the baseball fence, but why there, you’re unsure. You turn the corner and bump into somebody, almost falling when they catch you.
“Whoa!” Books fall and thump hard onto the ground, but neither of you is concerned about it.
You open your eyes slowly and see Blythe hovering over you with his arms around your waist. “Sorry, I guess I was in a hurry and bumped into you.”
He helps you stand again, and you both kneel down to pick up his materials. “It’s all right. I tend to turn the corners sharply.” You awkwardly chuckle.
Blythe was a classmate of Caleb’s whom you grew familiar with and occasionally hung around. He was always nice and friendly to you, sometimes even helping with your work. And you had to admit he was pretty cute.
You brush off any dust or dirt from your pants and stand properly, holding the strap of your messenger bag, when he speaks. “Are you heading to class?”
“I’m actually done for today. I only had one class today, so I’m heading out to see the twins.” You softly smile.
“Ah, okay. I still have two more classes, and then avian practice later.” You nod and look down, then to the side at a wall.
“Hey, listen, I was wondering if you were free sometime tonight?” He leans against the wall.
“That depends. What are you asking for?” You look up at him.
“Would you maybe want to go to the movies? I heard Zombieland 2 was pretty good.” He folds his arms.
“Oh, I already saw that with the twins last week.” You frown a bit.
“Well, is there another movie you wanted to see?”
You cup your chin as if thinking hard. “Oh, they just came out with that movie, They Will Kill You. I saw the trailer for that last night, and thought it was pretty interesting.”
“So, is that a yes?”
“If you want to see it, then yes.” Your hand intertwines with the other.
“Cool, I’ll pick you up at 7 tonight then?”
You were about to respond when your phone’s ringtone started blaring. “I’m sorry, give me a second.”
“No worries. Just text me your address, and I’ll come get you. I gotta get to class.” He waves and rushes off.
You mentally curse as you take your phone out of your pocket, checking the caller ID before answering. “Yes, yes, I’m coming out there now… no, I was talking to Blythe, we ran into each other in the hallway…”
You walk down the hall and exit through the double doors, unaware that two pairs of purple eyes were watching you both the entire time.
~
The call ended a few minutes ago, and you walked down the dirt path, heading for the baseball field where the twins would be. It does seem sketchy, and you tried to question it, but they insisted you all meet up there. The field comes into view, and a couple of people in uniforms are on the other side, likely practicing for their game.
You come to a stop under a tree and look around, not seeing the polar opposite twins anywhere. That is, until a pair of hands curl around your waist, making you nearly jump out of your skin. You quickly turn around and see the pair standing behind you. “What the hell? Don’t do that again!”
Caleb teases you, fake pouting. “Aww, did I scare the little kitty? You’re such a scaredy cat~”
“Shut up!” You glare at him, punching his bicep.
“Hi.” Cal nods his head.
“Hi, Cal," your voice softens. "How was the exam?” Your dimple pops out when you smile.
“It was fine, as usual.” He pushes his glasses up again.
“That’s good. So, why’d you guys ask me to come here?”
“There’s gonna be a party tonight at Gideon’s house. You’re coming with us… and because he wanted to watch the game.” He rolls his eyes.
“Why are you telling me I’m going? You know I don’t go to parties like that.” You roll your eyes. “Plus, I have a date tonight.” You look back at the field.
The twins still, looking at you as a shadow hovering over their eyes, “a date?”
“Well, I guess I shouldn’t call it a date. Maybe just two friends hanging out?” You shrug and look back at them.
“With who?” Caleb steps closer, clenching his jaw.
“Blythe. I told you guys we bumped into each other and chatted for a bit in the main hall earlier. Then, he asked me if I wanted to go to the movies with him tonight, but before I could agree, this one called.” You look at him.
“Well, you’re not going.” Caleb’s face scrunched up in annoyance.
“And who are you to tell me I’m not going?” Your arms fold under your chest. “I never asked you if I could go. I’m a grown woman who’s capable of taking care of herself.”
“Blythe has a track record of being weird with women. We’re just looking out for you.” Caleb’s face has an unreadable expression when he looks at you.
“Nothing’s going to happen between us. And if you guys knew that, why didn’t you tell me when we first started talking, which was like… 4 months ago? Why wait until I’m about to go on a date with him?”
“Because of that! Why would we want someone like him being close to you?” The crease between his eyebrows deepens.
“Especially when we aren’t there to protect you.” His voice softens.
“I just don’t understand why every time a guy wants to hang out with me, you two are so quick to be against it!” Your hands curl over your hips.
“Like, seriously, you two are being weird about this shit.” You shake your head and walk away, leaving them alone.
Caleb watches you leave, admiring your backside for a minute longer before tilting his head back against the fence. Cal stands rigid next to him as he watches you leave, your head looking around before you disappear from their sight.
You can be mad at them all you want; they’ll gladly accept (maybe not so much Cal). But you’ll be coming back to them tonight. They’ll make sure of it.
~
You texted Blythe earlier, telling him you’ll be ready by 7, and he happily confirmed, sending a GIF of your favorite cartoon character. You smiled widely and then set your phone down on the counter. You finish making lunch and pour the contents into the bowl, soaking the pan in the sink. You take your food and walk over to the dining table, settling down as you put on a show. You left your phone in the kitchen and didn’t seem to care at the moment, unconsciously feeling a sense of freedom without it.
The steam from the food flows away as you blow on it before taking a bite, your mouth immediately drooling after. The flavor of the oregano and basil mixed with the tumeric and cumin sauce brings out a unique flavor you weren’t used to, but weren’t complaining about, at all. It was a recipe your neighbor had told you about, and the dish itself looked good. The basket of fresh naan they gave you earlier sits in front of you as you take a piece and dip it in the bowl, gathering bits of chicken with it.
You didn’t eat all of it because you still wanted to get snacks at the movies, so you got up and gathered everything to store it in the fridge. Your tongue swipes against your lips before gulping down a nice, cool glass of sparkling water. A yawn comes, and your body starts to feel sluggish. You grab your phone off the counter and leave the kitchen, turning the TV off and heading to your room. The cool breeze from your window flows onto you when you enter your bedroom, and you walk over to the window to close it and the curtains. You turn your phone on and see you have a few hours until the movies, so you decide to get some time to nap in.
You quickly change into a tank top and shorts, then crawl into bed and set an alarm for 5:50PM, turning on the ringer at full volume so you can wake up on time. Your eyes closed as you waited to fall asleep.
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They snuck into your room and watched over you, admiring your messy form that had one leg off the bed with drool seeping out from the side of your mouth.
Caleb chuckled as he leaned down and licked it up, making Cal faintly grimace. He walked over to your nightstand and grabbed your phone to unlock it. He saw an alarm set for 5:50 and turned it off, removing it from the list of alarms. His twin was pressing light kisses on your cheek and neck, moving down to the pretty rack under his large, veiny hand.
“Fuck, she’s gorgeous,” he whispers, letting out breathy moans as he grinds himself against your thigh.
His two fingers rub your nipples through the thin fabric, pinching and pulling on them after. He was getting riled up, his moans getting louder by the second. His twin could see and hear it, which prompted him to harshly flick his ear. He pulls away and looks at him, whispering, “The hell was that for?”
“We need to leave before she wakes up. You’re doing too much.” He hisses back, moving toward the window again.
He rolls his eyes, already annoyed with the circumstances, and pulls away from you. “Soon, little apple.” A calm smile forms on his face as he turns away, following after his brother and leaving the wet spot in your panties uncared for.
~
You wake up a few hours later and let out a big yawn. You stretch and lean over, grabbing your phone to check the time.
‘7:45’
“Shit!” You quickly sit up, throwing the blanket off of you and unlocking the device, looking for texts or calls from Blythe.
1 message from Blythe.
Your heart races with nervousness as you tap on it. “Hey, I’m on my way.” - 6:31 PM. Nothing else after that.
Worried, you tap his name and go to his contact info, then tap his number and put the phone to your ear. It rings 6 times before his voicemail comes through, and you sigh, ending the call.
You don’t know what happened for your alarm to not go off, or if it did go off, for the sound not to wake you up. The volume was at one hundred and turned on. Not to mention that, you weren’t that tired, you just ate some food and needed to nap it off.
Your fingers move quick to find the clock app and tap it, going through the list of alarms, only to find that the 5:50 PM alarm was gone.
What the fuck?
Your face twists in confusion, and you let out an annoyed sigh. You get out of bed and take your phone with you, walking over to the bathroom and taking a shower anyway. Maybe if you were lucky, he’d be at the theater, watching the movie alone. You finish bathing and step out of the shower 30 minutes later, quickly drying off and powdering your body. You wipe off any excess and lather some lotion on, then wrap the towel around your torso and walk out into the refreshing air of your room. You move to the dresser and take a bra and panties out, then go to your closet and look for something to wear.
Just casual, nothing too fancy.
Something cute with a hint of sexiness.
You take a pair of jeans out, the ones that emphasize your curves and ass, along with a cobalt blue top that has long sleeve bat wings, and put them on. You were already sweating and hadn’t even left the house. God, could this night get any worse? You walk back into the bathroom and put on another layer of clear deodorant, blowing on it so it quickly dries, then brush your hair. You detangle the strands, then put oil on the ends and on your scalp, parting the hair and putting them in two low pigtails.
Your phone hasn’t gone off since you called him, and you try to be hopeful, but your mind keeps asking the same question: why didn’t your phone go off?
And why was the alarm deleted from the list?
You pat your face dry and do some light makeup, putting the palettes back under the sink and walking out of the bathroom. Your lips smack together to ensure the soft red gloss is evenly distributed. Your glasses sat on the nightstand, and you moved to grab them, putting them on.
“Okay, phone, glasses, deodorant, bag…” You remind yourself as you walk out and down the hall to the front door.
You look in the mirror hanging on the wall and check to make sure you’re looking good. You do a breath check and feel satisfied, but just to be safe, you grab a mint from your purse and toss it in your mouth. You slip into your Mary Janes, then turn the light off, grab your keys, and open the front door.
Only to see the twins.
“And you two are here because?” You step out, closing and locking the door.
“We came to pick you up for the party, scaredy cat.” Caleb grins, leaning against the doorframe.
His twin stood on the other side, also dressed for the occasion, and he actually looked really good.
They both smelled so good, too.
“Did you sleep okay?”
“Yes…? And I told you two I wasn’t going.” You walk past them, rushing down the walkway.
“Well, your date’s not comin to get ya, so you’re stuck with us, as always.” He smirks.
“And how do you know that? I didn’t tell you guys anything except that we were going to the movies tonight.” You walk out of the building and move down the stairs.
“I mean, we did tell you that he was known to be weird to girls, but you didn’t listen to uuus.” He fake pouts.
“Orrr we could just show you the video.”
You turn around and glare at the two. “What video?”
Cal glances at him and takes his phone out, unlocking it, then goes to his social app while Caleb looks at you. “It’s all over Moments.”
Cal turns his phone to you after playing the video, and it shows three girls around the guy, one bouncing on top of him. Your eyebrows scrunch up even more as you watch. “Why the hell are you showing me this?”
“Just keep watching, little apple,” Caleb whispers, coming around behind you and looking over your shoulder.
The camera shifts and shows Blythe’s face, contorting in pleasure as the girl rides his dick. His hands grip her ass tightly before one lets go and smacks the ass cheek over and over.
You feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through you, and you swallow the saliva buildup. Caleb moves his eyes to you, his fingers ever so gently caressing your cheek. “We wouldn’t just say shit to say shit, sweetheart.”
The video loops again, but Caleb is quick to pull the device away, exiting the app and turning his screen off. “We’ve been with you most of our lives. We care about you and love you so much. You know that.”
“He was going to ditch you, regardless of whether you showed up late or not, honey.” He softly adds in, nuzzling his nose in your hibiscus-scented hair.
Still, nothing adds up. But, you look up at Cal, who’s looking down at you with a soft expression, as if he feels bad that this had to happen.
“He didn’t deserve you. Nobody does.” His hand lifts and carefully intertwines with yours.
“We wouldn’t warn you if there wasn’t danger to warn about.” His hand rests on the side of your stomach.
They talk to you like they’re pushing you to do something, to realize something. Their voices swirl around you like they’re taunting you, and it only irritates you more. You get away from them and walk away, with Caleb calling out to you. “Where ya goin, hun?”
You ignore him and stomp down the sidewalk, leaving the two confused and likely irritated by your antics.
~
Your fists clench as you stare at the house. The colorful lights flashing within it could be seen through its windows. You told them you didn’t want to go to the party, but Thing 1 said you needed to let loose, and Thing 2 just went along with it.
“C’moooon, it’ll be fun. Just stay with us, hun.” He throws his arm around your shoulder, making you jab him.
“I’m not staying long.” You glare a second longer at him before ascending the stairs.
They trail after you, keeping an eye for any weirdos, and join you in the house, immediately being bombarded with questions from girls. You gain some distance and look around the place, walking between people dancing or smoking. This was not your usual crowd, and you hate that you got dragged here.
“Well, well, look who it is~” a familiar voice yells out.
You turn and see the host of the party wearing a button-down shirt with tropical prints all over. “Hi, Gideon.”
He smiles, opening his arms wide. “Hey, sweets!”
You reciprocate and wrap your arms around his midsection, letting him give you a bone-crushing squeeze. “Too… Hard…” he chuckles and lets you go, resting his hands on your shoulders.
“I haven’t seen you in months! How’ve you been?”
“Decent. Just school and sleep, the usual. What about you?” You adjust the strap of your purse, holding it closer as you two maneuver around.
“I’ve been piloting around with Blythe and the guys.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets. “Speaking of which, what happened with you and Blythe?”
“Uh, we were supposed to go to the movies tonight, but something weird happened to my phone, and I woke up 30 minutes late.” You still felt bad about standing the guy up.
“Weird like what?” He grabbed a drink from the table.
“I set my alarm for 5:50 PM because I ate a pretty big lunch and was sleepy after, so I was gonna nap it off. I had my ringer on at full volume and everything, but it never went off.” You look at the fruit punch.
“I checked to go see what happened, and the alarm wasn’t even on the list of alarms I had saved.” You fold your arms.
“Yeah, he was pretty bummed out when I talked to him. He went to your place to pick you up, but you never responded.” He took a sip of his drink.
“I tried to call him, but he didn’t answer. I figured he was upset.” You sit on the chair next to the table.
“Blythe’s not the type to get upset over stuff like this. More so irritated, but not upset. Did he call back at least?” You shook your head.
“Let me try to call him.” He moves to take his phone out, but you wave it off.
“You don’t need to do that, he’s probably out having fun with those girls.” You look over near the kitchen, tapping your foot on the ground.
“What girls?” Gideon sits next to you.
“Uh… the twins showed me a video of him getting it on with some girls.” You cup the back of your neck.
“What?” He chuckled.
“They said it was all over Moments, and I saw the video. It was him.”
He shakes his head, “Blythe doesn’t do that kind of stuff. The last time he slept with someone was like 5 years ago, when he graduated from high school.”
“Just because he slept with someone 4 years ago doesn’t mean he can’t do that now?” You look up at him.
He rolls his eyes. “It’s not that he’s not capable of doing that, I’m saying it’s just unlike him.”
You sigh and stand up. “I told the twins I wasn’t staying long, so I’m gonna head out.”
“Hey, wait.” He stands up, grabbing your wrist.
You turn and look up at him. “Let me call him and figure out what’s going on–"
“You don’t need to do that. I don’t want to bother him any more than I probably have-”
“Oh, shut up. The guy literally has a crush on you. I doubt he’d be this upset about me trying to fix this.” He walks away, and you still.
Blythe likes you…?
Your heart races a bit, and a small smile forms on your lips. Your teeth nip the tip of your knuckle as you look at the ground. You shake your head and quickly follow after him, keeping some distance. He gets down the hallway with the phone to his ear and turns to you.
“That’s weird. He never not answers when I call…” he looks at the phone.
“It’s alright, Gideon, really.” You wave it off again.
He ends the call and texts him, asking where he’s at and why he’s not answering. You move back away without him noticing, but he does.
“I’m gonna keep calling him. In the meantime, stay and have fun. You just got here, and you’re already tryna leave!” He rolls his eyes, leaning against the wall.
You smile and nod, “I’ll go find something to do.” You lie and slip away back to the crowd.
~
The twins walk through the place looking for you, but can’t find you. “Go check the rooms, I’ll look around here.” Cal nods and walks off, while Caleb looks around, maneuvering through the crowd.
Cal walks upstairs and checks the first three rooms, grimacing when he sees people making out heavily or straight up having sex. He sighs and checks the last 3 rooms, but goes back downstairs empty-handed.
“Yo, Cal.” He hears the nickname and turns around to see Gideon.
“Hey, have you talked to Blythe today? I’ve been tryna reach him for the last 30 minutes, but he’s not answering.”
“I have not. Last time I talked to him was the other day when my brother got out of class.” He keeps a neutral expression.
“Hm, alright. Thanks anyway.” The host pats his shoulder and walks off, unaware that the pair of purple eyes stared dreadfully at the back of his head.
Cal’s hand slowly raises and wipes the remnants of the hand off his shoulder before taking his phone out and texting his twin.
‘Not up here.’
Caleb looks at his phone in even more irritation.
Where the hell did you go? You couldn’t have seriously ditched them, right?
He turned to walk up to his twin when he bumped into someone. “My fault, dude– oh, Caleb! Hey, have you talked to Blythe at all today?”
“…just when we were in class. Why?”
“I’ve been trying to get ahold of him for y/n, but he’s not answering the phone.” Gideon looks down at his phone for a split second.
“Why for her?” He already wanted to wring the guy's neck for just saying your name.
“I guess they were supposed to go on a date, but something happened to her phone, and Blythe probably thought she stood him up. So I was trying to clear things up with him.”
Caleb keeps his usual cold expression and shrugs. “I haven’t seen or heard from him since this morning.”
“Okay, thanks,” he was about to walk off when he stopped and faced him again. “Hey, she said that you guys showed her a video of Blythe fucking some chicks on Moments?”
Caleb blinks. “Yeah, something like that.”
“When was that video taken becau–”
Caleb’s phone rings, and he looks at the screen, saying, “I need to take this,” then walks off. Gideon stands there, confused, and sighs, looking down at his phone again.
-
You step outside and immediately feel at ease, tired of the hyperactive environment going on behind you. You walk down the steps and look around the neighborhood, crossing your arms under your chest. The cold breeze brushes over you, and a harsh shiver comes over you.
If you had known that Blythe liked you, you would’ve tried to go searching for him yourself, as crazy as that sounded. You weren’t used to guys liking you or asking you out, and you partially had the twins to blame for that. They were like overprotective brothers, watching over you like you were their sister. Any chance at romance that you could get was instantly shot down with them around.
You let out an exhale and see your breath flow with the air. Your phone vibrated, and it was a text from Blythe. Your heart raced as you quickly unlocked it and read the message.
‘7268 Walnut Rd.’
You look at the address confused, but put it into your Maps anyway, waiting for the satellite location to pop up. It was the movie theater. So, he was there this whole time? But if he was there, then what was that video the twins showed you? You look at the time and see it’s 8:49 PM. You turn and look at the house, knowing the twins were probably looking for you, and make a run for it anyway.
The boys got in the car and drove off after searching the place up and down and not finding you. “Do you see her?” Cal shakes his head.
“Her phone isn’t tracking anymore.” He mumbles, looking out the window.
They cruise down the street, trying to be lowkey in case you knew they were looking for you. They did so much to try and keep you with them, but you’re just so stubborn. You can’t seem to understand that you had two men ready to sacrifice anything for you to be theirs. You can’t seem to understand that no man, woman, or anyone deserves to be with a Goddess such as yourself. That’s why you need them.
Yeah, they lied about Blythe and him fucking some girls. Yeah, the video was fake to make it look like him, so you’d believe them. Yeah, they broke into your house and deliberately made you lose out on the date.
But it was all so you could be with them.
They kept the guy alive in hopes you’d be a good girl; they gave you the benefit of the doubt, but you didn’t fall for their bait. So now they have to take him out.
Cal calls your phone once more and is still greeted by the voicemail. He sighs, looking out his window. “Where are you, baby…”
-
You thank the taxi and pay him, getting out of the car and rushing up to the building. You walk into the lobby and look around for him, feeling your heart race not just from the running, but from the nervousness building up. You don’t know where to start, and try to go further into the theater, but the hostess stops you. “Miss? Do you have a ticket?”
“Sorry, I’m looking for my boyfriend.” You lie.
“He said he was in…” You look for the House number of the movie you wanted to see. “House 11?”
“I’m sorry, but if you don’t have a ticket, I can’t let you in.” She gives a sympathetic smile.
You sigh and thank her lowly, turning away when you notice a familiar figure walking out of the dimly lit hallway.
“Blythe…” He walks past you, not seeing you looking for him, and heads for the exit.
You run after him and grab his arm, making him turn around. “Oh, it’s you.”
“Blythe, I…” You look up at him sadly. “I’m so sorry.”
“For what?”
“I… I set my alarm for 5:50 so I could wake up in time to come with you, but it never went off and–”
“Whoa, whoa, slow down.” His hands rest on your shoulders. “One at a time.”
-
The two of you stood in the empty arcade room inside the theater. You explained everything without leaving anything out.
“So yeah, I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened or why that happened, and I–”
“Hey, I’m not mad.” His voice softens.
“Why? You should be! I stood you up, even if it was an accident!”
“I’m not mad because you told me you had a family emergency and couldn’t go.” Now you were confused.
“What? No, I didn’t have any family emergency?”
“You texted me and said you did.” He takes his phone out and shows the message.
And sure enough, that’s what you said.
“Blythe… I don’t know what happened or what’s going on, but there was no family emergency. I told you, I had a big lunch and felt sleepy afterwards, so I decided to take a nap. I set my alarm and made sure my ringer was on at full volume, then went to sleep.” You look up at him.
“Then, maybe you sleeptexted me,” he lightly teases.
“I don’t think that’s a thing…” You look down, holding your bicep.
His finger presses up against your chin and raises your head. “I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at this cute face.” His fingers squish your cheeks.
You blink and sigh. It goes quiet for a moment before you remember something. “Oh yeah, who were those girls you were um… having sex with?”
He coughs, causing you to quickly pat his back. “Girls I was having sex with?? I haven’t had any sex since high school graduation??” He looks at you, bewildered.
“But… Cal and Caleb showed me a video of you having sex with three girls. They said it was on Moments?” You whisper.
“Cupcake, I rarely go on there, and usually when I do, it’s for the aviation club at the college.” He rests his hand on your back. “I swear I haven’t slept with anyone in a long time.”
Your eyebrows pinch together with conflicting thoughts swirling around.
What the hell is going on? Why did they show you that video if Gideon and Blythe both said Blythe hasn’t gotten laid in a while? Who the fuck is lying?
You feel a light shake and neutralize your face. “I’m sorry, did you say something?”
“I said, 'Are you okay?' You look out of it.” He whispers.
“I’m just trying to figure out what the hell’s going on. Tonight’s been all kinds of weird, and my head hurts trying to figure it out…” your palm rests on your forehead.
“Take it easy. Try not to think too much about it. You’re gonna think your way into an aneurysm.” He wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer.
The warmth of his varsity jacket envelopes you, and for the first time in a couple of hours, you feel content and safe. You relax into him, and he relaxes into you, letting the sounds of machines fade into the background of you two.
The twins pull into the parking lot of the movie theater after fixing the tracking system on your phone. There was a bug in the system that hindered them from finding you, so they had to quickly take the system apart, update it, and then put it back together. They look at the monitor where the radio would go, and see you inside the building, somewhere to the left of it.
“Let’s get our apple back.” They get out of the car and walk along the street, getting onto the sidewalk.
“When we find her, we need to be gentle. She’s been through a lot today, and I know she’s irritated as hell.”
“She probably found that little bitch. I told you we should’ve killed him.” He side-eyed his twin.
“Killing isn’t the solution to everything, you know?” He fixed his glasses.
“Says the one who killed our fucking parents.”
“I had a reason for doing that; you just want to kill to kill.” They stop walking and glare at each other before Caleb sighs.
“Putting this aside, when we find her, we’re dragging his ass around back and taking him out. Get it over with. Got it?”
Cal rolls his eyes. “Or we can wait until he’s actually alone and kill him off then.”
“Why should he be given that much respect?” Caleb folds his arms.
Cal ignores him and walks into the building, looking at his ‘watch’. “It says she’s somewhere over there.”
Caleb follows him and looks over his shoulder at the tiny digital display, then shifts his eyes up in the area. His twin zooms in further on the map and identifies the area. “It’s the arcade.”
They casually walk over to the room and look around once inside. The brightly colored room and loud noise made it hard for them to concentrate, but especially Cal. His eyebrows pinch together, and he turns his head to the right. He walks further in, with Caleb following him, and comes to a stop. “…”
“Do you see her?” Caleb asks, before looking in the direction his twin was eyeing.
There you were, standing in the embrace of the guy they tried hard to get you to avoid. You looked like you were at peace with him, and they dreaded it deeply. A wave of emotion washes over them, and their eyes darken at the sight. Cal’s mind itches to pull you away from him, while Caleb’s soul fights to jump out and kill the man here and now; spread his blood all over you while he fucks you mercilessly over the pathetic corpse.
Their environment fades out as dark thoughts and imagery flood their mind. They should kidnap you, give you a lobotomy, and make you their perfect little wife. They could kill him, make it quick and easy, or keep him alive and rip his limbs off, burn them one by one while he screams and watches. Feed his dick and balls to the stray animals in the neighborhood. And nobody would suspect them of anything.
The thought makes Caleb hard, the burning desire to kill yet another person for touching you, for thinking he even had a chance with you. Cal, on the other hand, tries to reconsider and thinks of better ways to approach this without getting his hands and clothes dirty. But, everything just leads back to killing the guy.
They watch as you pull back and look up at him, the two of you smiling at each other as you both speak. It sickens the twins because that should be them and you. They should be in his place with you looking up at them, with you hugging them.
With you fucking them.
But your oh-so-stubborn self just had to go and ruin the plan.
Caleb takes a step, then another, and it takes him to get in front of Cal for Cal to realize what is happening. “Be gentle with her, Caleb.” His voice shakes lowly, the annoyance radiating off of him.
The younger twin gets closer, mostly seeing red and being ready to have at the loser at any moment. His fingers ached to gouge the guy’s eyes out and stomp the fuck out of them. Or maybe he should keep them and stab nails into them. Whatever gets him off at night, I guess.
Caleb’s tongue messes with his snakebites out of irritation and anxiety, his adrenaline spiking up every time he barely glances at the vermin. His black nails dig deep into the skin of his palm, like he’s holding himself back. The closer he gets to the two, the more his heart thumps harshly in his chest.
You pull away from Blythe and look down, seeing his hands intertwining with yours. “Would you like to go out for dinner tomorrow night?” He whispers, resting his forehead against yours.
Before you can even answer, a voice speaks out behind you. “She can’t.”
Both of you look to see Caleb and Cal standing there, glaring at the two of you, but mainly at Blythe.
“Oh, Caleb. You guys here to see the new movie?” Bless Blythe’s heart for not seeing the severity of this situation.
“Yeah, we’re here to see the new movie. You guys should join us.” Caleb's hands twitch at his sides.
“Aw, we just saw the movie. But I think they have another viewing in a couple of minutes?” Blythe suggests, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“I think you guys can see it again with us, that way we can have a nice civil conversation about it.” Cal also suggests taking 4 steps forward.
You notice something off about the twins and pull away from Blythe. “Are you guys really here for a movie or here just to be weird?”
They look down at you, and almost instantly, half of their anger and irritation dissipates. “We just wanted to check up on you.”
“You left the party and didn’t tell us anything. We were worried.”
“The party? Gideon’s party?” He whispers, now he's starting to notice something.
“… they made me go with them.” You side-eyed him.
His face nuzzles in your hair for a split second, and the twins remember why they’re there. “Anyways, we need to go.”
Caleb grabs your wrist and pulls you away from Blythe, causing both of you to react. “What the hell, Caleb? Let go!”
His grip is too strong to pull out of as he drags you out of the arcade. “Hey, man–” Cal stands in front of Blythe.
“I suggest you leave her alone.” He glares darkly at him. “Or we won’t be so forgiving next time.”
“The hell are you talking abo–“” Blythe keels over, holding his stomach.
Cal retracts his fist and lifts the guy’s head up, eye to eye with him. “It’s bad enough you were talking to her, touching on her, now you think you have a chance to be with her?”
“You should be glad we haven’t killed you for even thinking about her.” His calm voice brings an eerie feeling to Blythe.
"I-I thought you guys were like her brothers..."
"We're more than that, and so is she to us."
“We won’t ask you again. Next time, we’ll just kill you.” He lets him crouch down in pain and walks away.
~
“Let go of me, Caleb!” You fight to pull your wrist out of his hand, but he doesn’t let up until you’re at the car.
As soon as he lets go, your other hand rubs the area. “What the hell’s wrong with you guys?!”
Cal approaches you two, opening the door to the backseat. “We’ll explain on the way. Get in, please.”
“I’m no– hey!” Caleb grabs you and puts you in the backseat, closing the door after.
You try to open it, but it doesn’t budge. Of course, they’d have to stupid child safety button on.
They get in and don’t speak for a moment, starting the car and driving off. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you guys, but this is not cool. I almost had a boyfriend if it weren’t for you to doofuses.” You hiss at them, panting lowly out of frustration.
“These doofuses already told you about him, and you still went to see him. You’re so stubborn, you don’t listen.” Caleb grips the steering wheel a bit tighter.
“These two doofuses love you so fucking much, and you don’t see that.”
“You keep saying that, but your love is questionable at the moment.” Your voice hardens.
Cal glances at your angry face through the rearview mirror, then back at the road. “For years, we’ve looked over you, taken care of you, and dealt with anyone or anything that’d be a potential threat to you. Now that you’re a woman, do you think you can handle the world by yourself? You think you’re capable of being a fighter without us?” You look through the rearview mirror and see him staring at you.
“That’s not for you to decide.” You look away, annoyed.
“How is it not? You used to cry over an ant crawling on your arm, having no idea how it got there.”
“I was 9! I’m 23 now, I don’t need a fucking babysitter.”
Cal turns back and reaches over, resting his hand on your folded arm. “Look at me… please.”
Your jaw clenches as your eyes slowly move to him. “Do you really want to know why all of this is happening?”
“… I mean, you should have explained that already.” Your voice flattens.
“We love you in the way you like Blythe.” His eyes harden at the name.
“We always have.”
“Ever since you first came into our lives, we swore to protect you.”
“Be the brothers you never had.”
His thumb rubs your sleeve as if to comfort you. “But when we got older, our feelings shifted. Something deeper began to sprout.”
“And we couldn’t let anyone take you from us.”
“The way you look at Blythe… is the way we look at you.”
“And have been for the last 14 years.” Caleb looks in the rearview mirror again.
You hug yourself tighter, looking away from them to your door. The silence thickens and fills their anxiety meter more. “Say something,” Cal whispers.
You were torn between Blythe and the twins. Yeah, you’ve known them since forever, but you only ever saw them as your brothers, even when they weren’t. They acted like them, and you were forever grateful for the times they were there to protect you. But it felt strange seeing them as more than that.
On the other hand, Blythe has liked you for how long? You weren’t sure; you forgot to ask. He was sweet and friendly, a bit shy, but that wasn’t a problem at all. And Gideon seemed genuinely happy that his friend’s crush was trying to talk to him.
You feel bad Blythe.
The car comes to a stop, and Caleb turns everything off, letting the silence take over. He sighs and takes his seatbelt off, getting out of the car. You look around and see trees on both sides of the road, not realizing that Caleb had driven for a while just to get here.
“This is…”
“Where we had our first camping trip.” Your head snaps back, seeing Caleb next to you, staring at you.
You eye him up and down quickly, then look outside again. “Why are we here…?”
“To give us some alone time… to really think about all of this.” Cal whispers, before getting out of the car and opening your door. “Hi, honey…”
You think he’s letting you get out, but he gets in too, making you back up into Caleb, whose arms wrap around you like an octopus. “Easy, girl.”
“W-We can’t do anything, whatever it is you two are thinking, I–” your view switches between the two as you try to clarify the situation.
A hand comes up and caresses your cheek, with a pair of lips pressing on your other. “Shhhh, you’re okay. You’re in good hands, you know that, Apple.”
You’re squished against him, your chest starts rising and lowering quickly, as his lips move lower… and lower, until they reach your collarbone. Their faces slowly start to redden, feeling their bodies heat up at what’s going to happen soon.
“I… guys, please…” You whisper, gripping Caleb’s arms, but his grip tightens, and you feel a vein pop out of his tatted arm.
His quiet moans get louder as he lays you down on him, shifting your body so you face him.
Your hands press on his hard chest, trying to keep some distance, but Caleb’s never been one to be even a centimeter away from you. His arms wrap around your lower back and pull you down on him, letting him attack your neck with kisses again. Your glasses fog up as your face heats up, and the moans you tried so hard to keep down finally come out.
“That the spot, baby?” He whispers.
You feel ashamed for how easily your body was giving in to them, as much as you tried not to. But their hands felt like they belonged on you, and you didn’t know why.
You feel a sharp pain in your ass and yelp. “Answer him, apple.”
“Y-Yes…” your face grimaces, feeling good but also confused about when Cal was able to take your pants and panties off.
Caleb hums in delight as he pulls the neckline of your top down and exposes those gorgeous tits being covered by this cute yet annoying bra. “Fuck, princess. You’re so pretty…”
Cal’s hands firmly grip your ass, playing with the flesh and watching it jiggle. He’s quiet, lowly moaning and sighing, but the sight before him is his heart and mind racing. His thumb lightly runs up and down your slit, causing a moan to slip from your lips.
“Theeere she is. Fuck…” he growls, moving his right hand down to your ass and smacking the bare flesh.
“Ngh!” You twitch, gritting your teeth as you felt yourself getting wet.
Caleb’s eyes light up as he watched you slowly unravel before the two. His hands move to quick to unhook your bra, throwing it somewhere before carefully grasping your breasts. “Do you know how many nights I jerked off to the sight of these?” His tone is scarce and shaky.
He eyes them both, trying to figure out which to start with, before latching his mouth onto the right one, making you grip the headrest of one of the backseats.
“Sh-shit…” you whisper, throwing your head back.
Caleb’s piercings rub against your skin a bit as he mouth harasses your mound, making sure to give your nipples extra love and attention. His jeweled tongue flicks it up and down, then presses on it and rubs it in a circular motion. His large hands glide up and down, all around your lower and upper back, loving how soft you feel under his touch.
Cal meticulously undoes your hair, letting it fall out of the pigtails and hang on the sides of your face. His hands move down to your thighs and grip them, lifting your hips up higher so your pussy is parallel to his face.
“Sh-shit, what are you–” a strained moan rumbles from your throat when you feel his tongue against your clit.
“C-Cal! W-w-wait! Oh fuck!” Your legs beg to close, but neither of them lets them.
Caleb spanks you again, causing you to yelp and then whine. His teeth gently nibble your nipple and pull at it. “Be a good girl and let him eat that pussy.”
Your forehead presses down on the seat as the feeling of multiple forms of pleasure consumes you. Caleb and his hungry mouth for tits, and Cal with his hungry mouth for pussy. They knew exactly how to get you going, and you didn’t question how they knew any of this.
Cal’s fingers cup your pussy after he pulls his mouth away, carefully pushing his middle and ring finger in. “Oh, she's so warm… so tight…”
They groan as they imagine what you’d feel like around them, and nearly cum in their boxers. Caleb wastes no time taking his clothes off while his brother keeps you satisfied. He wants to fuck you, now. He pushes his clothes to the floor and rubs up and down your back again, and he kisses all over your chest.
Cal puts a fourth finger, really getting deep inside to ensure you can take both of them. Your pussy drools on Caleb’s hard dick, and the feeling of it dripping onto his length makes it twitch in excitement.
“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer.” His hands keep rubbing your waist.
“Well, you need to, she’s not prepped yet,” Cal whispers, adding his last finger and carefully pushing his whole hand inside.
“Fuuuck!” You pant and shake, feeling full.
“Look at her…” Caleb sighs in joy, watching you fall apart.
Cal gently thrusts his fist inside you, making sure your insides are good to go. He gives two more thrusts, then pulls out, watching your cunt go back to its original shape. “Alright, she’s–”
Before he could even finish, Caleb gripped your hips and pushed his long, girthy length all the way inside.
“Ngh, Caleb!” You whine and cry, panting and shaking above him.
“You idiot. Why didn’t you go slow?” Cal hisses at him.
Caleb’s eyes roll back, and his hands grind your hips against his, causing a line of moans to come from you. “S-See? She… loves it.”
He stares up at you, having gone completely off the deep end. “Fuck, get the camera. I want this to last forever.”
His twin reaches behind him to the glove box and takes the camera out, unzipping its case and throwing it on the passenger seat. He starts it up while Caleb grinds into you. “How’s that, baby? Ya feelin' good?”
You look down at him, with a mix of horror and pleasure, conflicted between the two. His hands grasp your wrists and put them over one another, so one hand can keep them pinned behind you, while his other hand rubs your ass cheek. Cal presses the record button, then sets the camera down on the armrest, angling it so the sight of his brother’s cock inside of you was centered.
“Oh, baby…” he kisses your jaw and neck, then back up to your lips.
His hips move up and push into you, then pull out halfway. His thrusts are slow but deep; he wants you to feel every inch, every vein. He lets out a series of breathy moans against your cheek, pushing his nose against the flesh and rolling his eyes back. Your pussy swallows and squeezes him, and his heart clenches at the deep pleasure.
“Fuck, she feels so good… so fucking good.” He whispers as he thrusts faster, the sound of your wet pussy boosting his ego more.
Cal pushesthe camera back so the three of them could fit in the frame perfectly, and carefully mounts you, pressing his tip against the bottom part of your labia.
“Sh-shit, you’re gonna put two?!” You turn to look at back at him, and wish you hadn’t.
His cheeks showed a deep red color from under the skin, and his eyebrows slightly pinched together. He, too, was nearly gone.
You feel him push himself in, making your tongue hang out. Your eyes droop as the sensation almost becomes paralyzing. “Shit, dude… she’s almost fucked out.”
You pant like a fucking dog when Cal’s cock completely enters you, making you feel full past the brim. His hand presses against the bulge in your stomach, and you cry out, biting your lip and moaning. Cal’s hand wraps around your throat as he presses you down against his brother’s chest.
The twins sync in their thrusts, immediately going at a fast pace. You drool and sob on Caleb’s chest, feeling too good to move, too good to think. The two become a moaning mess as they rearrange your guts, saying things like how long they’ve waited for this or how you’re such a good girl for taking them.
“Little fucking whore taking two cocks like you were made for it,” Cal whispers harshly in your ear, smacking your ass.
Your legs twitch as they beg to close again, but another smack forces you to keep them open. “Caaal!”
Your glasses were long gone, probably on the ground or on the passenger seat. You didn’t care about it, or anything at this point. You were devalued into nothing but a toy pussy for them to fill. Your eyes stare off somewhere, then close, feeling Cal’s lips stamp kisses all over the side of your face and neck.
You were a mess, a beautiful one. Cal leaned back and grabbed the camera, gripping your throat so it was in the frame. “Look at this slut’s face. She’s so fucked out she can’t even form a single thought.”
Your face was covered in sweat and tears, stains and runny ones. Caleb thrusts even faster as his climax approaches, bear-hugging your torso and pulling you back down onto him. Cal pulls away and puts the cam on the seat, angling it so it faces you and Caleb.
Caleb holds your head against his and makes you look him in the eyes as he gives one final thrust before pushing his tip into your cervix and coming all inside it.
“Fuuck!” You sob, panting as you try to pull away from his head.
“Keep your eyes on me when I claim this womb, you understand me?” He harshly whispers, resting his hands on your ass.
“Y-Yes…!” He smacks your ass.
“Yes, what?”
“Y-Yes sir…” his grips the flesh, loving how his fingers dig into it.
“Good girl.” He kisses your lips, and for the first time, you feel that spark.
The spark that many talk about when they kiss their crush for the first time.
Your eyes widen when Caleb’s hand keeps your head against his, letting you moan in his mouth while his brother keeps fucking your filled hole. His tongue flicks and plays with yours, letting the sticky saliva mix. Cal’s climax nears, and he too gives one more thrust then pushes in, almost fighting with his brother’s dick to also claim your womb. Their cum mixes together and rushes out of your uterus, into your walls, and slowly streaks down their dicks.
You pull away from Caleb’s mouth with a string of saliva connecting your lips and feel tears of overstimulation slide down your cheek, onto his bare chest. Your head tilts back, exposing your neck to him. Cal leans forward and grips your neck, keeping your head tilted back as he kisses your lips. Your eyes soften when you feel the spark with him, too, but your nipples harden, and Caleb messes with them. Their cocks and balls twitch as they let out the last load, then slowly soften.
Cal pulls away and kisses down your cheek, getting your jaw, then your neck. He licks the same spot his brother did when they broke into your house earlier. His hands also move down and grope your breasts from the base, squeezing them as if they squirt milk out. The twins stare at you with hearts of obsession and devotion in their eyes, wanting nothing more than to worship you like you were a God. They scatter kisses all over your torso, face, and back, making sure you are still loved and cared for.
Your soft sighs and breathing make their hearts swell, and they rub their faces against you. “How are you feeling…?”
You don’t respond and feel a gush of cum leak out, making your legs twitch. “She’s out of it.” He lifts you and lays you back against the middle seat, letting your legs spread on their own.
“Fuck she’s so beautiful covered in us…”
“Filled with us…” They stare at you like devotees admiring a statue, and their hands begin to roam.
Your eyes remain closed as you try to calm your body down, but someone’s hand rubs against your sticky labia and brings out a whine from you. “Aww, are you sensitive, apple?”
Another drop of tears cascades down your cheeks as you bite your lip. Your eyes open and see Caleb steadily pushing his hand inside you, making sure the cum stays. Your hand reaches out and grips his shoulder, and your nipples harden once more when he kisses your jaw and neck.
“Fuck…” you whimper quietly.
They pull away for a moment before Cal takes over, positioning himself in front of you. You gaze up at him tiredly, his blurred figure becoming clear when he gets in your face. “Look at you, all fucked out and a mess. Just for us.”
He lifts your legs over his shoulders and rests his head on your shoulder, keeping his left hand pressed on the back of your head. The three of you watch as he pushes his cock back in, prompting a whine-moan from you.
“Mmm… we have a long night planned out for you, little one.” He leans up and kisses your lips.
“Hope you’re ready~”
~
You can’t count how many rounds it’s been since the first one. You can’t form an articulate thought because everyone comes out as a jumbled mess. Cal’s had you in a mating press for you don’t know how long, and it feels like the first time. Again and again. Your body’s covered in even more cum, and all you can do is lie there and enjoy it. Caleb teases your clit occasionally while he records from behind, his brother fucking your sweet and delicious pussy.
Oh yeah… the videos. God, the videos…
There’s gotta be at least 10 by now, right…?
Your nails dig into Cal’s back as you look out the foggy window towards the trees. Your mind’s clouded with nothing but ecstasy, tired from how long it’s been, but not wanting them to stop. All you can do is cry and moan, hugging them as tight as you physically can to keep them from stopping.
-
Caleb has you faced down on the seat, the camera zoomed in on your leaky faucet of a cunt. He pounds your shit like it’s his favorite toy, his favorite pocket pussy. Cum still drips out onto the seats, puddling underneath you. Your hand struggles to find something to hold on to, slapping onto the window and leaving a handprint. He takes that hand and intertwines it with his, kissing your knuckles. Cal moves the camera a bit to capture the sight of your ass jiggling with each thrust.
“Your ass is getting fatter, baby.” He whispers, smacking it from behind the cam.
You whine and drool on the seat, letting your other hand find the headrest of the passenger seat. But Caleb takes that hand too and puts it behind your back with the other. “You don’t need to hold anything except me. I’m the one fucking you.” He lifts you up into a doggy pose, and the side of your face presses into the window.
He moves his hips again, feeling the previous loads of cum slide out with each thrust. “Caleb… Caleb…”
“I know, baby. You wanna cum so bad, huh? It hurts, doesn’t it?” He coos condescendingly in your ear, rubbing your clit fast in sync with his thrusts.
His brother gets the sight framed in the cam and smiles a bit, hearing your whines and begs to let you cum.
“What’s the magic word, dirty girl?” He whispers.
“Pleaaaase.” You whine.
“Please, what? Where’s your manners, hm? We fucked you so good, you lost them?” He and his brother take turns slapping your clit.
“ ‘m sorryyy!! Please, sir! Oh god!” You pant and your eyes roll back.
“Good girl… now you can cum–”
And as soon as he said ‘c’, the wave crashes along the shore, and you smile in relief.
You slump against the door, back arching toward the seat’s bottom. Caleb slowly pulls out, and the cam takes in the sight of the cumfall from your used cunt. Caleb’s hand rubs your back, then goes down to your ass and gives it a hard smack.
You mewl and jolt, squeezing your walls like something’s within them. Your toes clench, and your hands press against the door, the window’s temp giving a temporary cooling sensation. Cal leans forward and grips below your ass cheek, his thumb pulling one of your folds apart and zooming in a bit on the sight of cum gushing out in thick layers.
“You did well, princess.”
“Always taking everything we give you.” They praise you, but you’re too tired and out of it to think.
You feel your body being moved, and you rest on top of someone, looking down tiredly to see Caleb beneath you. Your legs were spread outside of his, and your torso was exposed to Cal. He takes some cum and lathers it all over your pretty tits, grasping one, then slapping it.
You moan and tilt your head back, feeling Caleb’s hands slide up and grope your breasts. “A-Again?”
“Look at that, she can form words.”
“Which means she’s not completely out of it.” They lightly tease, but it makes you whine.
“I-I can’t…. Again…”
“Hm? What was that, princess?” You feel Caleb’s or Cal’s tip rub your labia, making your hips instinctively jolt up.
“Ah, ah. Keep them down, scaredy cat.” Caleb smirks behind your ear.
His hands move under your knees and lift your legs up, locking them behind your head. You’re completely exposed to them and the camera, and Cal supports by pushing his brother’s dick in, then his own.
“Sh-sh-shit!” Your voice shakes, and your head lolls back against Caleb’s shoulder.
They take turns thrusting into you, hearing how stuffy your poor used pussy was. Their stamina couldn’t be matched, they acted like animals in heat, and you weren’t sure how long you could do this.
~
The ride to their house was fast, thanks to Caleb deciding he wanted to speed in the middle of the night. Cal wiped you clean and put your clothes back on, kissing each section of your body that would soon be covered with fabric. You slumped against him while he dressed you, listening to the sound of his thumping heart. But the realization of what had conspired finally settled in.
They did all of that to claim you as theirs.
Meaning that if you truly wanted to be with Blythe, you couldn’t. 1. Because they fucked you so good, individually and as a duo, and 2. They would kill him if you even spoke his name.
But you didn’t know that part.
Cal held you protectively, rubbing your covered back as he cooed words of love and affection for you. He quietly spewed apologies for going overboard and calling you names, but your hand pressed on his heart, indicating you forgave him or didn’t mind.
Caleb glanced in the mirror every now and then, and a soft, cheeky smile appeared on his face. You were always meant to be theirs, and they’d sacrifice anything and everything to keep it that way.
For the rest of your lives.
Bonus:
Caleb carries you over his shoulder as he walks up the driveway, with Cal trailing behind. Your stomach flutters as the anticipation for what’s to come grows stronger, and a wetness slowly forms in your panties.
“We’re home now, angel,” Caleb whispers as you all walk in.
Cal situates the front door while Caleb brings you over to Cal’s room, laying you down on the bed. You sit up on your elbows and watch him peel off your clothing one by one. Your heart races and legs close as soon as your panties slide off, hanging around your left ankle.
Caleb steps back and admires you, making you feel shy despite them having been womb deep inside you just a couple of minutes ago. “God, you’re perfect…”
Cal walks in a few minutes later and closes the door, locking it. He moves toward the bed and stands next to his brother, removing the lanyard with the camera hanging on it. “She is.” The two of them look at the footage, feeling themselves harden again.
There’s 25 videos on the small yet powerful device, all high quality and for their eyes only. Cal moves and sets the cam on the dresser, angling it toward the bed and pressing record. “Now, she just needs to be broken into…” He whispers, turning back to you.
“And have a ring put on that finger…” he adds in, kneeling down and putting your legs over his shoulders before diving into your sticky pussy.
You sigh and tilt your head back, letting your back fall into the blanket. Your head turns to the side, and you look at them like prey about to be devoured.
For once, you weren’t complaining. <3
I might re-upload this tmw if it flops. I took way too long to upload it </3
i think caleb overstims both you and himself unintentionally. he feels so good he literally cannot stop himself until it becomes painful. he's wanted you for so long that whenever he finally does get to fuck you he can't hold himself back at all. so not only is he pushing himself past his own limits but then does the same to you without thinking. you'll be crying because it's too much and he'll whisper "it's okay baby just one more" and it will, in fact, not be just one more! and he's so apologetic not just afterwards but while it's happening. "i'm sorry baby i can't stop myself" and "im so sorry you just feel so good" etc. he's crying too by the end of it probably.
hmmm thinking abt college days w caleb where its like finals week so youre cramming (not him ofc bc he does his stuff on time somehow) and hes helping you out with your notes and making a reviewer for you while you tackle whatever overdue stuff you have to pass but ofc this is caleb so hed see how stressed out you are and decide you need a little.....distraction.....so he fucks you while youre at it and maybe if hes feeling a little mean hed force you to keep your focus on what youre working at while his knuckles are deep inside you and you two end up fucking all night ofc duh
you wake up the next morning with your body all sore and an hour to prepare for your exam, calebs already in the kitchen making breakfast (looks at indulgent scheme) then you shower after, he dries your hair and braided it while you do your make up and you two have more than enough time not to be late for your exams
// i honestly just thought of this earlier when i had to do my make up but also had to dry my hair bc i was running late and thought yk if caleb was here hed be drying my hair while im dolling myself up but nooo i just have to put my fan on full blast behind me while i do my make up and hope it at least help
oh and after exams he greets you with your favorite drink in hand and you go on a little date to celebrate all your hardwork and he spoils you rotten!!!
hmmm thinking abt college days w caleb where its like finals week so youre cramming (not him ofc bc he does his stuff on time somehow) and hes helping you out with your notes and making a reviewer for you while you tackle whatever overdue stuff you have to pass but ofc this is caleb so hed see how stressed out you are and decide you need a little.....distraction.....so he fucks you while youre at it and maybe if hes feeling a little mean hed force you to keep your focus on what youre working at while his knuckles are deep inside you and you two end up fucking all night ofc duh
you wake up the next morning with your body all sore and an hour to prepare for your exam, calebs already in the kitchen making breakfast (looks at indulgent scheme) then you shower after, he dries your hair and braided it while you do your make up and you two have more than enough time not to be late for your exams
// i honestly just thought of this earlier when i had to do my make up but also had to dry my hair bc i was running late and thought yk if caleb was here hed be drying my hair while im dolling myself up but nooo i just have to put my fan on full blast behind me while i do my make up and hope it at least help
You bat his hand away when you feel his fingers reach under your skirt from behind you. The mall is packed today, filled with others browsing and looking for something to buy.
“No panties?” Caleb trails after you, hand slipping under again. His fingers trail up to your hips, feeling the waistband. “Hm… let me guess. Your red lace ones with the bow.”
“Stop touching me,” you hiss, mortified that he knows which pair you’re wearing just by touch alone. “Wait ‘till we get home. I haven’t found the shirt I wanted yet and you said you’d let me stay as long as I wanted today.”
“I know, I know, don’t throw a fit,” he hums, hand settling to rest against your hip. “What, I can’t touch my girlfriend?”
“Sister,” you correct. “We’re in public. Stop acting weird, what if someone like Gideon sees us?”
Caleb shrugs, not bothering to answer as he follows you towards another store.
You go through the racks, humming to yourself as you browse the colourful array of clothing. Suspicious of the silence behind you, you turn to look behind you.
“…Caleb,” you whine. The cold case of his phone brushes your inner thigh, unshamefully keeping you still by your waist when he realizes he's been caught. As you squirm, he repositions his phone under your skirt to take another picture of the fabric pressing against your plump folds. “You pervert…”
Caleb quickly pockets his phone with a smile as he looks down at you with innocent eyes. "What? I was just adjusting your skirt. It looked crooked." He reaches out to 'fix' your non-existent wrinkles, his fingers deliberately brushing against your skin.
You feel your face heat up, embarrassed that he took a picture in such a crowded store with shoppers just feet away. "Delete it. Now." Your voice comes out breathier than intended, which only makes his smile widen.
His arms wrap around your wrist, tugging you closer to press your back against his chest. “I have a better idea.”
—
“I hate you!” The public bathroom is empty, the only sounds coming from Caleb’s slick hand and spit covered cock.
He grunts as he glides his thumb against his throbbing, flushed tip. “Didn’t you say you wanted that top? I’ll buy it for you, just listen to gege.”
You're holding your skirt and panties stiffly away from your body by the waistband, open for him to stare all he wants as he hunches over you. “Yes but…”
Caleb groans, fingers tightening around his length as he continues to jerk off. His eyes are trained on your puffy folds, imagining how it'll look after he finishes on them. "Come on, lil’ sis. You can have whatever you want... just stay still." He bites his lip, eyes flicking up to see your cutely scrunched face as you fidget, your skirt riding up.
“This is embarrassing…!” You complain, aware that it will probably turn him on further.
He ignores your protest, his breathing becoming heavier as his rhythm picks up. "You're doing so good for me, pips." His free hand reaches out to squeeze your thigh desperately. "Be a good girl for big brother and stay like this a little longer."
“Hurry up,” you hiccup, cunt clenching as you watch him pleasure himself at the sight of you. His cock is leaking precum all over his fingers, trailing down the veins of his length and towards his full, heavy balls. The large amount of slick pools down to the dark patch of hair at his base, staining the zipper of his pants.
“So impatient… fuck. I'm gonna cum. Let me see your tight lil’ cunny, baby. Still sore from yesterday?” Panting and bucking his hips into his hand, he carefully aims his tip towards the gap you’ve been holding open to unload thick, sticky ropes, his warm cum latching onto your panties and chubby folds.
Riding out his high, Caleb head tilts back as he squeezes the tip of his engorged cock trying to rub out every last drop of cum. “Fuck, lil’ sister, you look the prettiest when covered in big brother’s cum.”
You bite back a whine, focused on the degrading aftermath of his cooling semen clinging to your skin. This is humiliating, you think to yourself, as you watch him tuck his softening cock back into his pants to zip up. He adjusts your panties and skirt for you, patting your sensitive mound through the damp fabric.
“Let’s go get that top, baby sister.” Caleb presses a kiss to your temple. “Keep those panties full for me, yeah? Maybe later we won’t need lube.”
cw incest mouthfucking caleb’s a little meanish.. i kinda went crazy sorrriii power imbalance (?) caleb loves it !!! shoe riding? idunno aaaaaa i love him
bigbro!caleb is back 💭 caleb doesn’t mean to walk in on you touching yourself… totally! it’s not like he hasn’t been watching you touch yourself for the past two months, watching his baby sis struggle to get off :( it’s sick, he knows he shouldn’t be stroking his dick along with it, imagining how tight your little cunt would be wrapped around him.
he hasn’t been stealing your panties either! when you question him about your favorite pair, that’s now missing, he tells you the dryer must be eating them up! you shrug it off, oblivious that the culprit is your own brother.
you’re finally bringing home a boy that you claim to like! it upsets him, truly. but he still forces a strained smile. anything to make his baby sister happy, right? that’s what he tells himself, at least.
once the poor boy is out of the house, caleb can’t help but sigh heavily, rubbing at his temples. you notice this, of course. “gege, are you okay? did you like him? i really like him, he’s really sweet.” you bombard him with questions, seeking his approval—it’s all that matters to you at the end of the day. “yeah pipsqueak, yeah. but, i don’t know, princess. you sure he’s the one you wanna date?” a little frown tugs at your lips. “look, i’m gonna show you somethin’, okay?”
you’re sitting down at the dinner table, facing him. caleb was now infront of you, his cock strained in his slacks, right in your face! you shoot him a worried look, confused, with brows softly furrowed. “you know,” he strokes the back of your head in the same gentle manner he always did, softly ruffling your hair, “you break gege’s heart when you talk about guys, princess. don’t know you i’m always going to be #1?” you nod reluctantly. “yeah gege but—“ the words fail to leave your mouth.
a hand cups your face, forcing you to bat your lashes up at him. “let me put that mouth to better use, yeah baby? let your big brother show you what a real man is.” he doesn’t wait for a verbal yes or any confirmation, infact. freeing his dick from the tight constrains of his black slacks, he guides your head to rub against him. caleb practically melts at this, cock twitching.
his other hand then slaps his dick on your cheek, the bulbous, angry-pink tip leaking pre against your soft skin. “look at what you do to me, princess.” he groans lowly at the sight. well, that is til’ your little voice comes out softly. “caleb, this is wrong.” he shushes you, telling you that your little head is thinking too much. “it’s not wrong if i don’t fuck you, silly. i just need your mouth around me, okay?”
you decide he’s right, of course he is! he’s all you’ve ever known, he could never be wrong in your eyes! you nod, a nervous expression on your face. “no need to be nervous, my pretty baby, just open your mouth and let gege do the rest.” and you do! your soft, glossy lips part, wide enough to accommodate the girth of his cock. his mouth waters at the sight. “stick your tongue out, baby. ahhh.”
caleb smiles when you so sweetly oblige, like there’s nothing else you’d want to do but follow his every order. it’s sick and twisted, and he loves it so much :3 he’s getting off to the sight of slapping his cock against your tongue, throwing his head back.
he’s trying to be good, he really is! but you look so pretty underneath him like this, his sweet little baby sister. “fuck sis,” he groans, “gonna let your big brother use your mouth?” he smirks down at you, pushing your head down a bit further. your lips close around him, mouth full of his dick. he doesn’t force anything too much yet, letting you take your time. the slick and warmth of your mouth was definitely getting to his head though.
your hands wrap around the base of his cock as you pull away, your expression full of uncertainty. “i dunno what to do, gege.” your pout could undo him right then and there. “i’ll go slow baby, just breathe out your nose, yeah?”
caleb goes slow as he says, not wanting to overwhelm you so quickly. his heavy hands are placed behind your head, gentle and steady. pushing your head further onto his cock, he freezes up, moaning so beautifully. your pussy flutters around nothing at the sound. your mouth was just so warm and welcoming, how could he not lose control?
it’s like a switch flipped in him. his self control left immediately and the sweet gege you knew was nowhere to be found. he shoves your head down, the tip hitting the back of your throat, repeatedly triggering your gag reflex. you’re breathing heavily out of your nose, tears spilling from your puppy eyes uncontrollably. his heavy balls continue to hit your chin, groans and profanities spilling from his lips. “oh fuck—mm—yeah baby, jus’ like that.” he looks down at you, his eyes burning into you. a condescending smirk tugs at his lips, loving the power he had over you.
he catches a glimpse of your fingers under the waistband of your miniskirt, working at your clit. his shoe presses up into your cunt. “get those fingers out. show gege how pathetic and dumb you really are.” his commanding tone does nothing but make you feel impossibly wetter, making your little tummy flutter with butterflies.
your hips grind against the toe of his shoe and it hits perfectly against your clit. you gag and moan around his cock as he fucks your throat, saliva dripping down your chin. you look a fucking mess, and god help caleb, he might just nut right then and there. “like a bitch in heat,” he breathlessly chuckles, “didn’t know my baby sis was such a dumb baby.”
caleb pushes your head down, letting his cock stay in your throat for a bit. “gonna nut in that pretty throat, sis. you want gege’s cum?” the way he so blatantly speaks so filthily, with that stupid smirk while you’re crying, mouth full of dick, it turns your brain to mush. the sight of him above you like this is forever engraved in your mind. you nod to the best of your ability, eyes rolling back as you continue to gag.
he thrusts in your mouth a few more times before his heavy balls draw up, thick white ropes coating your throat. he groans heavily, head thrown back, your name leaving his lips like a mantra. there’ll never be a moment he’ll ever love as much as this.
he pulls out, cock softening, and hardening just as fast at the sight of you completely ruined. it was his doing, and god did he love it.
Caleb is sooo the type to send you videos of him cumming untouched while you two are apart, particularly when he’s up in Skyhaven. He’d still be wearing his colonel uniform, locked away in his office with his pants unbuckled and lowered messily just enough to free his hard cock. His hands are at his sides, the leather of his gloves squeaking softly from how hard he’s clenching his fists. His cock twitches, leaking a mess onto his thigh. He’s breathing so heavily, his cock leaking even more precum onto his already ruined pants~ it really isn’t long before his hips are bucking up, his hand lifting up his uniform jacket to expose a bit of his toned stomach as thick ropes of pearly white cum spurt out from the head of his cock all over him. A low, needy groan coming from deep in his throat while he cums~ he made such a mess all over his uniform just for his little sister to watch while she’s away from him~ The hottest part of it all is hearing the sound of his shaky breathing, watching his chest rise and fall as he comes down. When he grabs his phone he ends the video with words meant just for you, a rasp in his voice when he talks- “Miss you so much Pips, wish you were here to clean me up, know how much Big brother loves your pretty little mouth.”
✦ caleb bein’ too big ☆ fluff, smut [cw] belly bulge
You’re so over it. Today is about to add another tally to the ‘Every time Caleb has made you cum without actually fucking you’ score.
“You’ve already made me cum so many times. I’m pretty sure I’m wet and ready enough, Caleb.”
Caleb’s cock is pushing against your folds, tip running over your swollen clit and smearing his pre everywhere. It’s already messy with your own fluids and cum due to the vast amount of times Caleb has pushed you over the edge.
You want to ask what the point of doing foreplay again is, but the pleasure clouds your thoughts.
He’s too distracted to listen to you, every roll of his hips making you tense. The continued grinding makes your tummy clench until it builds and builds-
“C-Caleb…!” Your back arches off the mattress as you cum, legs quivering on his shoulders with a whine. Caleb slows his pace, still rutting his flushed tip against your nub as his eyes focus on the creamy mess connecting the both of you.
When you finally push at his hand that's holding your thighs apart to stop him, he obediently halts. With a grin, he lets his fingers trail down the mess, letting the slick cling to his fingers. “That was hot, pips.”
Your ears are ringing, cunt borderline sore. He’s been making you cum with his tongue and fingers for what seems like forever. Having enough you grab his arm to pull him down towards you, tone demanding and outright bratty.
“Fuck me.”
Caleb lets out a sputter and laughs at your furious eyes and tone. “You’re so endearing. And demanding, what was that?”
“Don’t make fun of me!” Your cheeks and ears are red as you glare at his boyish grin.
“Okay, okay,” he coos. “Guess I can’t delay it anymore, huh.” He opens his lips to let a pool of saliva drip down, right onto your entrance. “Take a deep breath, baby.”
You feel something blunter and wider than anything you’ve ever taken before nudge at your hole.
It’s not going to fit, you think. He’s not even inside of you yet, but the tip of his cock is already much wider than his fingers. Your breath is taken away when his cock head sinks into you.
Caleb pulls out, then sinks his hips slightly deeper on his second attempt. You’re pretty sure he's only a quarter of his way inside. With each thrust he slides slightly deeper into your hole, rocking in and out until his hips are flush against your ass.
He starts to roll in shallowly – grind really – as his coarse hair pushes against you with each thrust. You can’t look away at the bump forming your tummy with every move he makes. Caleb’s cock is hefty, each drag carrying a weight with each drag.
Caleb groans, whispering praises as he ruts into you. He sits up, length still lodged inside, to drag your body closer to him in a different angle. You feel it immediately.
“Is that-” you choke. An ache of discomfort runs through you. Caleb readjusting your position made it possible to reach even deeper inside of you, his cock bumping against your cervix.
“Look at you,” Caleb hums, pressing his large hand against your raised abdomen. The pressure hurls you towards your orgasm, walls clenching and milking his cock.
“Caleb…!” You cry out, feeling him twitch.
“Fuck…’m gonna cum, pips,” Caleb grunts, the only warning you get before he pushes himself as deep as possible, spurts of hot, warm cum flooding your womb entrance.
Caleb doesn’t move for a while, balls pulsing against your ass as his cock pumps load after load into you. When he finally pulls out rushes of his cum and your arousal follows, leaking down you and onto the already soaked sheets.
He coos at you, brushing your damp hair as you try to catch your breath. “Did so good for me, pips. Gonna clean you up now.” You bask in your afterglow as Caleb dutifully wipes you down, changing you into some pajamas.
You don’t register he's done until he slips under the covers beside you. Nestling up to him you hum in appreciation and start to drift off. “Finally. I’ve been waiting forever for you to finally fuck me.”
“Sorry pip-squeak,” he chuckles sheepishly. “Was scared I’d hurt you.” Caleb presses one last kiss to your head before you fall into a restful sleep, as he gently rubs soothing circles on your aching tummy.
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