obsessive older brother!caleb comforting his little sister after her first break up. oh he knows the heartbreak of not getting your way. of wanting someone so bad it hurts.
you're crying, curled up in bed as caleb spoons you from behind. he runs his hand up your thighs and over your hip and all the way up to your chest and then back down again. every time you sniffle, he pulls you just a little tighter against his front (and prays you can't feel how hard he is... pervert gets off to your tears, he can't help it!)
"s'okay, pips," he whispers into your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head like any loving older brother would. "you're better off without him."
he can feel you shake your head. "no one loves me."
"don't say that. i love you more than anyone ever could."
you turn around to face him and caleb pulls you closer in turn. "s'not the same. i mean the different kind of love."
he uses his thumb to wipe the tears from your eyes, and then presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. "different how?"
"romance, like... like dates and stuff."
he loves you so much, the way you can't grasp his intentions. "i take you on dates, pips. we went out for dinner just the other night."
"it's different with your brother."
"not really," he shakes his head. "i love you, and i take you on dates, and i'll always take care of you when you're sad. what's so different?"
you look bashful, it makes him smile. "calebbb."
"mm? you're so pretty, you know that?" he kisses your cheek, and then your earlobe, which makes you laugh and tuck your chin into your shoulder to avoid the ticklish way he breathes against your neck.
"stop," you giggle, which is a nice reprieve from the tears. "i'm being serious."
caleb pulls up to look down at you. "so am i," he says, glancing from your eyes to your lips and then back up. "i love you so much."
"i love you too, but..."
"how much?" he shifts his weight to hold himself over you now. "do you love me more than you loved him?"
you blink, and then nod. of course you do, caleb is everything to you. protector, best friend, playmate, partner in crime... "'course."
"then why," he tilts your chin up to get a look at the faded hickey on your neck. makes him sick in the stomach, the thought of another mans lips on you, "would you let him touch you where I haven't?"
you bring your fingers up to trace the hickey he's staring at. "what do you—"
you gasp when caleb dips down and bites the hickey, then latches his lips around it and sucks hard. it feels so good you could cry, and you nearly do when he pulls away and looks down at the angry mark he's left.
"gege, you can't."
god. caleb knows you're using that name to drive your point further, but all it does is make his cock impossibly harder. he almost moans just hearing it from your pretty lips.
"sure i can," he feigns innocence. "don't you remember when we were younger and playing house? we were husband and wife, and you'd kiss me before i'd leave for 'work'."
oh you remember, you used to change all the rules and pretend caleb had emergency meetings he'd need to go in for just so you had a reason to give him those little pecks on the lips. "no," you lie. "and even if we did kiss, we were kids... didn't mean anything, gege."
"don't break my heart, baby," he chides. "meant something to me..."
your brother takes your hand, which is a little shaky, and guides to down to press lightly against his throbbing cock. you gasp, but don't pull your hand away, and caleb takes that as a good sign. "meant so much to me."
"..." you're lost for words. you and caleb have always been closer than most. hell, you still sleep in his bed most night but... this is too much, right? "me too," you admit shyly, which makes him smile. "but this is... you know..."
"incest?" ever the blunt one, caleb shakes his head. "im not fucking you, pips. not yet at least, i just wanna make you feel better, hm? this is normal, baby, i don't like seeing you sad over a boy you never even let touch you like this."
he slides his hand off yours, which is now palming him through his shorts, and slips it under your waistband, dipping his fingers down into your wet heat. you try to protest, tell him he doesn't know how far you took things with your ex, but of course he does. you must've caught on by now, right? he was never subtle about sitting outside your bedroom door when you'd have him over... and he never even disguised himself when you'd go out and he'd follow behind!
"you're soaking, pips... all this for gege?"
fuck, all you can do is nod. your pretty voice is stuck in your throat, all embarrassed at the mess you've become so quickly. caleb wants nothing more than to sink his cock into you and truly make you his, but tonight is about you. about you forgetting all about that dipshit caleb should have gotten rid of sooner.
he rubs a few gentle circles around your clit before sinking a finger into you and curling it upwards. you arch your back up, making your tits push up against your top, and caleb quite literally cums in his pants at the sight of pleasing his beautiful baby sis.
you glance down to where he's bucking against your hand, panting and moaning like he's the one being doted on. "did you just..?"
"mhm, yeah," he looks down at you, too blissful to be embarrassed. "s'okay. your turn, baby... gonna put another finger in and you're gonna cum for gege, okay?"
he works you well, stretches you out and manages to get your shorts down enough to dive straight in and latch onto your clit with his mouth as he finger-fucks you stupid. it doesn't take long for you to cum hard, harder than any other boy could make you cum, all in your brothers mouth.
which, of course, has him making a mess of the inside of his pants yet again... that's fine, though: not the first time you've done something to make caleb finish in his boxers. he couldn't count the times he's came to the thought of you on two hands.
he kisses your thigh, and then your stomach, and then climbs back up to kiss you on the lips for the first time since you were kids and playing husband and wife under the dining table. "feel better, pips? still sad about him?"
your eyes are glossy and pretty and he can't get enough of you when you part your lips and exhale, lost on the source of your original sadness. "...who?"
Divorced Dad who's always horny and doesn't have his wife holes to relieve him anymore, so he ends up using his daughters pussy whenever she comes over during his custody time.
Divorced Dad who always wanted more children but his ex wife didn't, so he only has his daughter. Divorced Dad who shamelessly comes inside his daughter every time he fucks her, filling her up with his incestious daddy seed. Divorced Dad who goes feral over the thought of breeding his kin into his own daughter, who knows his ex wife will be so disgusted with her daughter for getting pregnant that she'll kick her out and he'll get full custody.
Divorced Daddy who's so grateful his ex wife left him now, because his new daughter wife is better than she ever could be.
You fail to notice that there’s someone following you for the first few stores. It’s gradual, for two good reasons. One, because I dressed discreetly, indistinctly, and never met your eyes. Two, because I want it to be.
It took more stores than I thought it would take, honestly, before you cocked your head at me- two stores in a row. You were fairly sure of it now. God- I bet your heart beat is picking up. The first drops of adrenaline. You doubt yourself- no one would be following you, right? You’re being paranoid.
But you decide to leave anyways. Because you can’t shake the feeling of being watched.
You’re not being watched. You’re being hunted.
I think of it more like courting, really. I mean- out of everyone- I chose you. Even when it was hard to get you alone- I waited and waited and waited. You’re always with that disgusting creep I refuse to call your boyfriend. I wish I could tell you he slept with your coworker at your holiday party. He’s not here now because you’re picking out a gift for him- and he’s probably banging that blonde bitch again- providing the perfect opportunity for me.
Because I’m a romantic, I walk you to your car- albeit hidden just out of sight. You can’t see me- but you can feel me. It’s a prickle on your neck. It’s raw animal instinct. You keep telling yourself there’s nothing to be afraid of- there’s Christmas lights up everywhere. Nothing bad ever happens under Christmas lights.
There’s no one around and you cast your gaze side to side as you pick up the pace. Shadows move, and there’s no denying the sound of footsteps behind you. Mine.
The realization has you sprinting to the stairwell- just a few flights of steps between you and your car- between you and safety. You take them two at a time- but it does matter.
I lock the door behind me.
Just like I already locked the door head of you.
You’re trapped in this stair well with me.
Unlike you, I take the steps slowly. I can hear you yelling, banging on the door even though no one can hear you. Even if they could- they don’t have the key. I swiped both pairs from the mall’s security office. You’re all mine- and you know it.
Your back hits the door and you slide down to the ground, whimpering. I can’t help but laugh- because I am so excited- but that just makes you sob. Maybe it’s cause you can’t see behind my mask- but I’m smiling. This is going to be so much fun.
“Please- please please please don’t-“ You begin to beg- but I think you’re better seen than heard. I had a feeling you’d protest- it’s why I brought the gag. The moment you scream- it’s in your mouth- and I have you turned around and slammed against the door.
The metal is so cold against your chest and even worse. The breath is knocked out of you- and it’s hard to catch it with the cloth in your mouth. Before you can even recover you’re gasping again from the press of something hard between your legs.
“Stop struggling.” I tell you. “I don’t want to hurt you.” And it’s true. I just want to get your pants down around your legs- and your hands tied together- wait- no- that’s not the right order.
It’s too late- in my excitement I’ve already thrust inside you. Your nails dig into my hips as you try to push me away but Sir Arthur himself couldn’t pull me out of you. I’m buried deep- and shuddering. We’re both shaking, and in trying to push me away you’ve made it easy for me to grab your hands. I zip tie them behind your back- and because I’m a romantic, I throw down my jacket so there is something soft between your face and the floor.
You got a few deep scratches on me- but they just feel like badges of honor when I’m pumping inside you and you’re gasping out.
My jacket grows wet from your drool and your tears- and I keep telling you I’m almost finished, but it’s been well over an hour. I can’t seem to stop. I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve finished inside you, and I’m not even trying to keep your ass up anymore. I’m just slumped on top of you, grinding you noisily into the floor.
When I can’t move my hips anymore- it’s long after you’ve passed out- and I lay there stroking the hair out of your eyes. Kissing your cheek, your fingers, your nipples- still burried deep inside you.
That’s when I decide I’m not letting you go. I’ll wait till the mall closes and carry you to my car- taking you home with me, where you belong. Call it an early present.
And in the mean time- well- maybe I can fit one more load inside you. Tis the season, after all.
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