!! MINORS DNI !! TW: incest, reader has a pussy, overstim mentions, usage of gege and pip-squeak and meimei, sorry 4 being a pervert it WILL happen again
"Caleb-"
"I know, meimei, I know- but you have to be good for me. You can cum just from my thigh, I know you can."
Caleb's cooing barely soothes the ache building up inside your gut, your body moving of its own accord across his muscled thigh- back and forth, back and forth, his big hands enclosing your hips like he's walking you through it, guiding you, just like he always has.
"Caleb." Your whining is more drawn out now, tone pitching high near the end like it always does when you're not getting your way with him. If you had the strength to tear your face away from the cradle of his chest you know the expression you'd see- his eyebrows drawn, stern, yet his shaken resolve would be apperant in his gaze. "Please, it's not enough. Please touch me."
He tuts at you like you're misbehaving, and you wonder if he felt the way your clit throbbed against his leg.
"You're the one who insisted on it. Said you'd be quick about it so I could still sleep early, too. Look at you now." The air feels too hot around you, restrictive, your thighs starting to shake on either side of his leg with the effort it takes you to grind faster. You see his smile through a hazy gaze. "You're not planning on going back on your word, are you? I'm hurt, pips."
He uses that same tone of voice- playful, familiarly affectionate, brotherly, perhaps knowing just how wet it gets you, how the shame burns you up in the best way.
"I can't feel you so well through those pesky clothes- maybe taking them off will help, hm?"
You shake your head, already knowing where this'll end up- you completely naked in his lap, pussy slick and swollen and twitching from overstimulation while he remains fully clothed. The thought of it is both humiliating and nauseatingly arousing.
He laughs like you don't know any better. "Weren't you just complaining that this isn't enough to get you off? I'm helping you, you brat."
Your pants go off despite your protesting, Caleb's evol impossible to fight against. Your panties are next after a second of him rubbing his fingers over your slit through the soaked fabric, thumbing at the bow, "cute."
The first press of your bare cunt against his jeans makes you gasp, and he was right- the friction's so much better this way, like electricity racing up your spine. Caleb's always right.
"'m gonna get your clothes dirty." You try to sound sincerely upset, but you're starting to worry less and less with how frantically you move against him, humping him like a dog. Your slick trickles down and stains his jeans.
"It's okay, pip-squeak. You just can't help yourself, can you?" Caleb's presence feels overbearing- his grip on your hips hardens, his voice in your ear the only thing you can think of. He barely gives you room to breathe, so close you have to moan into his ribs. "I'll clean us both up afterwards, don't worry about a thing."
He'd let you have your fun, but now he takes control, and you're practically a rag-doll in his hands. He angles you down just right, your swollen clit rubbed raw by the fabric, the movements rhythmic like he's rocking you till you come apart at the seams.
"Caleb, 'm-" orgasms with Caleb were always intense, leaving you blind to anything but the explosion of pleasure throughout your body. The lead-up always scared you a bit, that overwhelming tension that begged you to let go, but Caleb was nothing but reassuring, kissing at your bottom lip and pressing himself closer, closer, till you were encompassed entirely by his shadow, safe in his hold- "I'm close. It's too much-"
He flexes his thigh under you just right, the glide smoother with how thoroughly you've drenched his jeans. He lifts your chin and everything comes back into focus for one glorious moment- the sound of your desperate grind into him, the smell of him around you, the way he looks at you; pupils blown wide, lips parted in astonishment, like he can't believe he gets to have you like this.
"It's okay. It's okay, gege's got you." Sturdy, strong, just soft enough for you to mold your home inside him- the way he's always been, but now his voice hitches with desire, allowing himself a moment of selfishness to kiss down your neck and bite. "Your big brother's got you. Cum for him and make him proud."
Your orgasm hits you hard, blood rushing through your ears and drowning out your scream, cunt spasming around nothing, but Caleb's right there to catch you. He lets you ride it out on his thigh, shushing you gently when you almost sob with how sensitive your clit feels, cooing at you until your breaths even out and you can actually use your brain again.
"There you go." He whispers, letting go of the bruising grip he had on your thighs to pet your hair, "so it was enough in the end, right? You really should listen to me more."
He lays you down next to him on the bed, his body hovering over yours, travelling downwards until his head reaches your stomach.
Your confused hum of "I thought we were getting cleaned up?" is only met with a laugh.
"Of course, it might've been enough for you," the kiss he presses to your oversensitive clit is tender, but spells out all sorts of trouble for you, "but I haven't had my fill just yet."
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