❕cw: pseudo-incest, handjob, mentions of p in v sex, mentions of exhibitionism
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⋆ 𑣿 ⠀𝔥onesty is the best policy.
…. at least, that’s what caleb had always taught her.
well, if she’s being honest (and she is no patron saint), then she can’t bear to witness the sight of her older brother sprawled out lazily on the veranda. in the house he rebuilt for them— for her.
it’s one thing to reminisce on the past, what should have been. a gruesome thought, one she weighs like the scales of justice. she had lost her gege. in return, she had earned a lover. both coexisted inside those thick, hefty bones. the same ones that sunbasked in the june sunset right in front of her eyes. feeling complicated yet comfortable with his presence.
he’s shirtless, because of course he is. that stupid large frame that doesn’t know how to not take up as much space as possible. but somehow, he leaves enough room for her to squeeze in.
caleb doesn’t crack an eye open when the left side of his lips curls into a knowing smile. he continues to bounce his crossed feet, one earbud silently waiting for her to place into her ear. their evening ritual.
“you just gonna stand there?”
reluctantly and at the pace of an unsure cat, her bare feet pad against the hot porch wood. she slowly descends to him, finally seeing those purple eyes peer open to watch her. fuck him and those stupid eyes and those god-forsaken freckles that make up every constellation she’s ever known.
he’s not shy with his hands, the pads of them running up her shirt and stroking the underside of her bare breasts as she lies against his chest. he strums them to the rhythm of the song that plays, not too loud and not too quiet. just like him.
her eyelashes flutter like butterfly wings against his carved pecs. he pinches her nipple to let her know it tickles, feeling him exhale with a silent laugh through his nose and onto her cheeks. he looks down at her expectantly.
‘you know what you’re doing’ is what those eyes really say.
“do i have to beg?” she finally pouts.
“i’m thinking about it.” he jabs, fingers stroking downward to her navel in the most excruciating way.
humming in approval, he retracts his hand and tugs at her chin to pull her upward, lips finally pressing down onto hers. he kisses her with that eased perfection, deepening it immediately but waiting until the right moment to swipe his tongue across her bottom lip. he’ll do this for a millennium, until she’s panting and soaking his lap, begging for some sort of relief.
it’s odd, wanting to have his cock buried deep inside her at a house that’s eerily identical to their old one. even with josephine gone, there’s still this rush of adrenaline at the thought of prying eyes. of getting caught with her brother.
her lips falter, the wet sounds of their mouths moving together flooding all five senses. she opens her eyes to find him staring back, the same smirk from earlier unfurling at the corner of his lips, which she can feel against her own. biting him would only make him more smug.
“stop thinking so much.” he’s so drunk off their kiss that she almost isn’t able to make out what he says.
“touch me.” he adds before she can even manage a response, rolling his hips upward in encouragement.
there’s an alluring secretiveness to the act of unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping them. enough to snake her hand downward and grip onto his thickening cock. the size of him complements the rest of his proportions. her beautiful, unreal brother. unfair.
she squeezes his shaft as she runs the pad of her thumb over the weeping tip, earning a sweet groan from him.
“tell me i’m your baby.” she whispers, grateful for only having one earbud so she could hear his ragged breaths with each stroke.
caleb tucks a stray hair behind her ear, then trails his thumb down to her mouth for her to suck on it. she obliges a little too quickly, causing her cheeks to grow crimson with blush.
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