Yes, Baby... Part 9
Your little brother just doesn't know any better. Or does he? cw: pseudo!incest but heavy on real bone now, didi caleb/jiejie mc, dub!con/non!con, this chapter somehow makes the incest even more in incesty with peak mommy kink and twin themes, cheating, blood, mc is a fucking idiot, semi-public sex, they finally do it y'all lol
To hear Caleb talk the last time you saw each other, you’d think he had been thinking of you the entire time he was lost in deepspace, and only fell into the arms of another woman out of pure despair and hopelessness at the thought of never seeing you again.
It was a large tale, especially for someone like your brother, who had spent years pretending he never desired anyone else despite all your attempts to redirect him. And yet somehow you were supposed to believe that a life-or-death situation had temporarily fixed his tendencies… only for him to claim that now he could think of no one but you again.
If that were true, then why the hell is he standing in front of you now, a week later, marred in fresh marks that you didn’t give him?
“What’s this?” You ask, fingertips brushing the new hickey just under his ear.
“It’s from Jenny.” He admits easily, not a hint of shame in his voice this time.
“It’s new.” You remark dumbly, half-expecting him to snap out of his nonchalance and scramble for some weak explanation… that it’s somehow an old mark you simply hadn’t noticed last time and that it’s only you he wants—always you, jiejie.
But instead, he answers simply, casually, “Yeah.” As if that one word doesn't negate the entire premise of everything he has been claiming he felt exclusively for you. Clearly he can be attracted to other women, at least sexually. It wasn’t just a one time thing. It’s not just because he thought he was going to die.
Who knows, maybe with time, he might even fall in love with someone else.
“Are you still seeing her?” You ask hoarsely, choking on the uncomfortable feelings your own doubts built up within you.
“I guess you can call it that.” He laughs like the two of you are sharing an inside joke, yet it feels like the joke is only on you.
“I thought you were just comforting each other while you were lost in deepspace.” You don’t bother to keep the accusation out of your voice, “And that you wouldn’t touch her again.”
“It was.” He shrugs, his hands settling on your hips. “But now it’s something to tide me over until I see you.”
Again, he acts as if his unusual behavior means nothing, when it means everything. If another woman can fill his need for you, then what use are you? First it was because he didn’t think he’s gonna make it back to you. Now it's just something to tide him over. Soon it might be all the fill he needs, and you’ll be useless to him.
Blind to the turmoil he had stirred up inside you, Caleb leans in to kiss you, his eyes hungry and eager as if all of this was little more than foreplay.
You turn your face away from him, and his lips land on your cheek instead.
“No.” You tell him, and he has the audacity to protest, voice pouty and demanding. “But I want you, jiejie.”
“Why don’t you go fuck her instead?” You snap, finally losing control of your emotions. “Clearly any warm hole will do for you.”
Caleb blinks, pausing for a moment, but his face shows no real shock. Instead, he smiles and pulls you flush against his body. “Are you jealous, jie?”
“Of course not.”
“Then why are you so upset?” He smirks, pressing his already hard cock against you. “Are you gonna punish me like last time?”
Does he think this is a fucking game?
“Stop it!” You hiss, feeling exposed and ridiculed by the one person who was never supposed to make you feel this way. “I’m upset because you’re not taking any of this seriously. Everything I did for you was because I wanted what’s best for you—to find you a woman you could date and actually love, not just someone to have mindless sex with.”
The smirk drops from his face as he cocks his head to the side, studying you, seemingly seeking to expose you even more until you’re naked and humiliated.
“You want me to date her?” He asks, the question like a knife you’d handed him yourself.
“Not her.” You choke out.
“Why not?”
“I don’t trust her.”
“You don’t have to trust her, you just have to trust me.” He says, “Or is this all because you’re worried I may actually fall for her?”
“You’re delusional.” You snap, pressing your lips tightly together. Caleb lets out a soft laugh before he bends down and presses a gentle kiss to their stubborn shape.
“So you say.” He hums against your mouth before moving on to your cheek, peppering light kisses along it until his lips reach your ear. “You know you could make me yours anytime, jie. All you have to do is say the word and I am yours… just like I should have always been.”
“Don’t be stupid, Caleb.” You grit, shoving him back. “Take her out on a date.”
His own lips press tightly together as he smiles, his hand gripping your chin, his fingers digging into your cheeks. “Why don't you sweeten the deal for me, jie? After all, this is what you want, right?”
Before you can answer, he bends down and kisses you, shoving his tongue past your puckered lips.
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You hate his fucking girlfriend.
You thought things would fall apart once he actually started dating her, just like it did with all the others before her. But the two of them seemed to only grow closer with time as if… he actually liked her.
It’s bizarre, and so unlike the brother that you’ve known your whole life. Everything that has to do with this girl and the circumstances around how the two of them got together is bizarre. Despite how much Caleb blames your apprehensiveness on jealousy, it is NOT the case. Something about her just rubs you the wrong way and it’s made all the worse when Caleb refuses to listen to your concerns.
At first you were inclined to believe he was putting on this whole show just to mess with you. After all, he can clearly see how much you dislike her and he uses it to his full advantage. But it’s not just that. You’ve seen the way he is with her—their flirty, sometimes filthy, chats. The way he caters to her every want. How he prioritises her over everyone else. And you never even had to direct him to do any of it, unlike with all the girls before her. He happily does it all himself. And you would have been so happy to see him like that too… just not with her.
You had made him recount how they first got together again and again, even though each retelling felt like a knife straight to your heart.
They had first met at the academy. They were aware of each other but barely spoke before that cursed mission. He didn’t like her at first either, said she was cocky and pushy and he wasn’t interested. Until they were stuck together and were forced to cooperate because their lives depended on it. He had learned then that her abilities gave her the right to be so self-assured, that she pushed because she had fought her whole life for everything she had. And once he stopped fighting her, he discovered how well they worked together and that they shared a common goal.
“And what goal is that?” You had asked him, and he had smiled. “To prove ourselves to those that matter the most to us.”
He tells you that the dangerous mission and the constant threat of death drew them closer and closer, and yet he never would have fallen into bed with her if he hadn’t seen how well she understood him.
Understood what? His sunshine exterior and the affable personality he shows everyone else? Or the gloominess and neediness that hungers below? You’re supposed to believe that this strange woman needed so little time to understand your little brother, your own flesh and blood, when you yourself still struggle to at times? What is it that she knows, that she was able to see, that allowed him to give himself away to someone so unlike you—you, the woman he had supposedly built his entire concept of love and lust around?
You know you should be happy that this has happened, no matter how abrupt it was, no matter your irrational dislike towards her. What woman likes her little brother’s girlfriend anyway? It’s natural that you’d think no one is good enough for him. But from what you’ve heard and seen of her, she is strong, smart and beautiful—and nothing like you.
You want to accept her presence in your brother’s life, but it is so large and overwhelming. She’s everywhere—every time you call him, in every picture you see, in every conversation you have. She has infected every aspect of your lives… even your fucking birthday isn’t safe from her reach.
“You’re late.”
You sigh as you step into the apartment to find an irritated Caleb waiting for you.
“My coworkers threw me a surprise birthday party at work. I couldn’t exactly rush off right away.”
You would usually celebrate your birthday at a bar or restaurant with your friends and coworkers, but lately you’ve stopped doing that so as not to set Caleb off. When you told them you were skipping it for the second year in a row, they decided to take matters into their own hands and bring the party to you instead.
“Was he there?” Caleb asks tightly.
“You mean Xavier?” You roll your eyes. “Of course, he’s my coworker too.”
“Did he dance with you?”
Is he really still going to act jealous? That’s rich coming from the guy who looks like he’s undergone treatment by leeches every time he visits you.
You snort. “It wasn't a dance kind of party.”
“Did he get you a gift?”
“No.” And you should have left it at that, but you’re feeling petty. “He will treat me to a meal instead.”
You can’t help but sneak a peek at Caleb’s face, feeling a small, vindictive sense of triumph when you see the anger in his expression.
“You said no, right?”
“I didn’t.” You try to brush past him, but he doesn’t let you. He grabs you by the arm and yanks you back.
“You’re not going out with him.” His tone is threatening, but it only feeds your bitter satisfaction. “Is your girlfriend so boring that you still have time to obsess over who I eat with?”
“I always will, girlfriend or not.” He answers readily, not missing a beat, “Why? Are you acting this way to try and get back at me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” You bristle, “Why do you get to date and I don’t?”
“Because you’re the one who wanted this.” He grabs your face in his hand, so tenuously gentle. “You wanted me to be with someone else. I never did.”
You wanted him to love and let you love—not date someone you don’t approve of while cockblocking you.
You push his hand away tiredly. “It’s my birthday, Caleb. Are you here just to ruin it for me?”
His face falls at that, hurt twisting his handsome features into a devastatingly pitiful expression. “Of course not. I want all your birthdays to be happy. I want your every day to be better than the one before.”
Then why are you doing this to me?
“Well, You’re not doing a very good job of it.” You scoff, but when you see the way his head hangs heavy, a pang of guilt twists in your chest.
How did we end up like this, baby brother?
You raise your hand, reflexively reaching out to try and soothe him, but you stop in mid-air as he pulls something out of his pocket. “Here. Maybe this will cheer you up.”
You stare at the small, beautifully wrapped box in his hand apprehensively, your hand dropping back to your side.
“Come one, you’ll like it.” He coaxes, pressing the box into your limp hand as peers down at you with wet, puppy eyes.
You sigh and take it from him, feeling his expectant gaze on you as you carefully open the box.
You pause when you see what’s inside. “What is this?”
“It’s us.” He smiles brightly as you stare down at the bingdi lotus necklace nestled in the box. “Two flowers from the same stem. Forever together, you and I.”
Are we?
“It looks expensive.”
His smile slips a little. “Nothing is too expensive for my jiejie.”
“How did you afford this?” You ignore his sweet words, “Is this more of her charity for the poor orphan boy?”
“I'm not an orphan.” He frowns, and even you wince at your disproportionate vitriol. Then he adds, equally as venomously, “Aren't you my mommy?”
“Don't call me that.” You hiss, throwing the gift back at him. “I don’t want her charity.”
“It's not charity.” He grits, catching the necklace with his Evol as it falls out of the box you had thrown at him. “It’s my own money from my new part-time job.”
“Oh yes.” You laugh sarcastically. “The job she got for you.”
“She didn’t get it for me.” Caleb insists, fists clenching. “They wouldn’t have hired me if I wasn’t good.”
“Sure.” You roll your eyes and try to move away, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you back.
“Are you saying I’m not good enough for it, jie?”
You back down immediately. “Of course you are! You’re the best pilot I’ve ever seen.” And he is. You could never deny it, no matter how angry you are at him. “But I don’t trust handouts.”
“It’s not a handout.” His fingers dig into your wrist as his frustration gets the best of him. “And it’s not the job you don’t trust. You don’t trust her.”
“And what if I don’t?” You snap. “Why is she doing all of this for you?” Why are you doing all this for her?
“She likes me, jie.” He says, as if it’s the simplest explanation in the world. “People do things for the people they like. Do you not think I deserve it?”
“You do! You deserve way more than this. But it shouldn’t depend on the whims of some random woman.”
“She’s my girlfriend.”
You flinch back as if he’s smacked you across the face, but he doesn’t let you pull away. His arm wraps around your waist like an iron band, trapping you against him.
“Does that bother you, mommy?” He murmurs provocatively, nuzzling his nose against yours. “That another woman is taking care of me instead of you?”
Your free hand flies to his neck, and you press down harshly, feeling so trapped and enraged and vengeful. “If she takes care of you so well, then why are you here?”
His free hand rises, but instead of removing your grip, he presses your palm down even harder against his throat. “Because I’m yours, and you’re mine.” He says with pitch-black hunger in his eyes. “Just say it, jie. It’s not too late.”
How could she possibly take care of him when he's like this? Can she control his dark urges? Can she keep him in check? Can she give him what he’s been craving for years?
You stand there, his breathing growing shallower and shallower as the two of you stare each other down. You wonder numbly, at which point—if ever—he would stop you. He’s yours, right? Yours to raise. Yours to love. Yours to kill.
You jump back suddenly, flooded with guilt and self-loathing. Yet Caleb only smiles at you like you’ve just given him the sweetest kiss.
“Watch out for yourself.” You tell him, voice unsteady. “I don’t want her to hurt you.”
“Even if she does, I’ll be okay.” Caleb reassures you as he steps towards you again, following you like a moth to flame. He gently fastens the bingdi necklace around your neck before tracing the skin there so tenderly. “No one will ever hurt me more than you do, jiejie.”
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You wait for the inevitable—for him to break up with her, for her to show her true colours, for him to wake up one day, look at her, and suddenly find that whatever spell she has over him has finally shattered.
But it never happens.
Instead, they grow closer and closer. What started as a product of fear and despair, grew into something tenacious and stubborn, like a weed that won’t die no matter how many times you try to pluck it.
It drives you crazy. The more you oppose their relationship, the stronger it seems to grow, as if they were doing it just to spite you. Oh how petty the universe is, to give you what you had been praying for for years in the form of a woman you can’t stand. And as Caleb’s graduation from the DAA looms over the horizon, that same girl is starting to look like the only real chance you have at mending this messed up relationship you have with your little brother.
You twiddle anxiously with the bingdi lotus charm on your necklace. You suppose it’s only naturl that the two of you find this whole ordeal so unpleasant. After all, separating conjoined twins is never easy. You just hope it won’t be fatal.
So you swallow your pride and your unease, and invite her for dinner. Maybe if you actually met her—really met her—and tried to open your mind, if not your heart, to her, you could start to like her the way Caleb seems to.
The mere thought of it brings bile to the back of your throat.
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You’re in the kitchen when they arrive, Caleb letting them in with his access to the house.
“Jiejie, we’re here!” He calls out.
“Be out in a sec!” You shout back.
You’re still washing the last of the dishes from your preparations when Caleb helps himself into the kitchen without waiting. His arms snake around your waist from behind, pulling you against his chest. His chin drops onto your shoulder, nose brushing your neck as he inhales deeply.
“Missed you.” He sighs as if he’s gotten his first breath of fresh air in a week.
“Caleb.” You hiss under your breath, trying to pry his arms off. “Not now. She’s right here.”
But he doesn’t let go. If anything, he holds you tighter, whining softly into your hair, “Can’t help it. Missed you so much.”
You manage to twist around and shove him off with both hands on his chest. “Stop it.”
You shoot a glance toward the doorway and almost jump out of your skin when you see Jenny standing there, watching the two of you.
“He’s such a menace, isn’t he?” You laugh awkwardly, and give Caleb’s arm a punch, trying to play off what she might have witnessed. “Always trying to annoy his jiejie.”
She smiles as if she fully believes it and sets down the dessert box they brought. “How sweet. It must be fun having a younger brother.”
Yes. Fun.
She offers to help set the table and you accept gratefully, sending Caleb off to dish out the food so you can have a moment to calm your racing heart.
It’s okay. She bought it. This doesn’t have to be a repeat of that one time everything went to hell. You just have to keep him at a distance.
Luckily you had decided to cook for them instead of going out for dinner for exactly this reason. Hopefully it will be easier to contain whatever Caleb does in the controlled environment of your home. At the very least, it won’t be a public spectacle.
As you join them in the dining area to sit down to eat, you find yourself throwing glances at Jenny, wondering what she thinks of what she saw, but she gives no indication that she witnessed anything out of the ordinary. Actually the both of them act like nothing is amiss. So you force your heart to settle, resolving that she must have either not seen anything or did not think much of it beyond innocent sibling affection.
The conversation is off to a slow start. Jenny politely compliments the food, and you brush it off with a gracious smile.
“I try.” You say. “I know it’s not as good as Caleb’s cooking, though. I’m the older sibling, but he’s always been better at it than me.”
“Yes, he's so good, isn't he?” She gushes, not bothering to deny it. “He cooks for us every meal.”
You almost choke on your food, having to cough harshly to clear your throat before you can muster a weak response, “You… you live together?”
“Yeah. ” She answers brightly, “It’s much nicer than that filthy dorm room he used to live in.”
You frown at her uppity tone, but if you were honest with yourself, you’d admit that’s not the only reason her answer pissed you off.
“I didn’t think it was filthy when I stayed over with Gideon.” You mutter pointedly, casting a glance at Caleb who sets his glass of wine a little too hard on the table.
“Yeah, it sucks that you don’t have an excuse to do that anymore.” He laughs tightly. “Maybe you should come visit us at our new place soon. See how much better I've got it.”
You grit your teeth.
“Oh, is it a new place or did you just move into hers?” You reply with the same fake laugh before turning to Jenny. “I heard you’ve got a really nice apartment, so if he’s staying with you, I hope you’re making him pay rent and not letting my little brother mooch off you.”
“It is my place.” Jenny replies smoothly, “But Caleb is looking into getting a nice house on one of the islands. If he keeps doing so well at his job, he’ll be more than able to afford a gorgeous home.”
“That is, if he doesn’t die first.” You snap, triggered by the reminder of how reckless Caleb is being, and for what? Is he doing this so he can impress her with a fancy house?
“I’ll be okay, jiejie. I promise.” Caleb reassures you softly, reaching under the table as if to squeeze your knee, but you shift your leg away.
Jenny gives you a wide smile. “Aw, it’s so sweet how much you worry about him. But don’t worry, he’s got me now. I won’t let anything bad happen to him.”
You throw a glare at Caleb who stares back at you as if expecting you to blow up. Clenching your fist around your wine glass, you jerk your head back and take a big gulp to hide the scowl on your face.
This was a bad idea. You're right about her, you just know it. You wish you could throw her out of your home and never let her near your little brother again… never let anyone near him again without your permission.
“What about you?” Jenny asks after an awkward silence. “Do you have another man occupying your time other than your clingy little brother?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you dating anyone?”
Caleb, who had been uncharacteristically quiet this whole time, immediately cuts in, “Definitely not.”
“Caleb, sweetie, shut up and let your sister answer.” She rolls her eyes at him, laughing lightly.
You grit your teeth, pissed off at both of them, and maybe that's why you said what you said next. “I’m not seeing anyone right now but maybe I’ll start dating soon.”
Caleb’s head whips toward you so fast you’re surprised he didn't snap his neck. “Who? Is it Xavier? Are you talking about that meal he offered? I told you—”
“No.” You cut him off. “I’m just thinking about after you graduate. You know, since I don't have to worry about you anymore.”
He clenches his jaw, not bothering to hide the glare on his face. “Jie—”
You stand up abruptly, gathering the empty plates. “Are you all finished with your food? I’ll put these in the dishwasher.”
“Caleb can do it.” Jenny offer up.
“Yeah.” Caleb mutters, standing up too, "I'll help you, jie.”
“No.” Jenny interrupts, “Your sister went through the effort of making us this meal all by herself. She'll rest while you clean up.”
“But—” Caleb begins to protest.
Jenny gives him a pointed look. “Don’t be a brat. Go. Now.”
Caleb glares at her and you fully expect him to refuse, but to your surprise he listens, taking the plates from your hands with a gloomy expression and heads toward the kitchen.
“You can’t let him act out like that.” Jenny remarks once he is out of earshot. “Spoiling him will do him no good in the long run, you know?”
You scowl at her, her seemingly good-natured warning hitting a nerve. “I think I know how to deal with my own brother.” You force out through gritted teeth but Jenny just smiles calmly, as if she finds your clear defensiveness adorable. “Of course. He’s lucky to have such a caring older sister. He loves you so much, you know?”
The way she says it makes your skin prickle.
“I know.”
You have half a mind to cut the night short right then and there. You had originally planned dinner and a movie, but your mood has rapidly soured and all the motivation you had to attempt to like her or even be cordial with her has evaporated like morning dew in a forest fire.
But if you kick them out now then you'd only be giving them what they want… you think. You don't fucking know what they want. She is clearly trying to piss you off on purpose and he seems to want to do the same. Is this that common goal Caleb had told you about?
No, if you kick her out now, you'd only be driving Caleb further into her arms. You have to get it together and find a way to get him to let go of her.
You all shuffle into the living room once Caleb is back. Jenny takes it upon herself to pick the movie you will watch as if she owns the damn place, and you almost shoot down her suggestion out of pure spite.
You plop down on the couch while Jenny takes the loveseat, the both of you looking at Caleb who glances between the two of you for a moment before he starts to move towards you, clearly intending to sit by your side like he always does.
But before he can, Jenny’s voice stops him.
“Lebleb, give your sister some space.” She chastises, speaking to him like he's a dog—with a nickname to match too. “Come sit here.”
Caleb freezes, his eyes darting to you, hesitation clear on his face. Again, you're sure he'll refuse. Caleb always cuddles up to you during movies. But then he lets out a short sigh before he walks over to sit beside Jenny instead.
Don't worry. He's got me now.
You stare in shock as Jenny lifts her legs and drapes them across Caleb’s lap. “My feet are sore, baby.” She says sweetly, wiggling her toes. “Won’t you massage them for me?”
Caleb immediately obeys, his large hands cradling her feet as they begin working on them, thumbs pressing into her soles and earning a contented sigh from her.
What the hell is this woman holding over your little brother that she has him eating out of the palm of her hand like this? Caleb never behaved this way with anyone but you. What exactly happened? Did she already fuck him already? Is she giving him what you refused to? Is that it?
You scowl, turning your face away from them and towards the movie that finally started playing.
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You had no delusions about being able to actually enjoy or even focus on the movie. You had only hoped you could keep your cool long enough to pretend to watch until it ended, then politely kick them out and finish the bottle of wine you had opened in private while still keeping face.
And for three-quarters of the film, you manage it with your spine rigid, your teeth ground together, and your legs long since gone numb beneath you. You never once looked their way, even though you felt Caleb’s eyes on you almost the entire time.
Then, somewhere around the final act, you start to notice movement from their side of the room.
At first it’s just some shuffling under the blanket and a few scattered sighs and soft hums. But the sounds grow more regular, the movement more rhythmic, and soon the noises that you'd heard Caleb make so many times before become impossible to ignore.
Your hands clench so tightly that you can feel blood welling under your nails. You bite down on the inside of your cheek until the coppery taste floods your tongue. Your eyes water and sting until the screen in front of you blurs into red. Your mind screams louder and louder, yet never loud enough to drown out the needy sounds spilling from your brother’s mouth.
For a short delirious while, you think you can understand why crimes of passion used to be treated with more sympathy. Surely, no one would condemn you if you killed the both of them right now.
But no. He can't die in her arms. He belongs to you, doesn't he? Forever and always, right?
You hear the soft, wavering moan he makes when he reaches completion—the same blissful sound that must have condemned you to hell many times over by now. Only this time it is uttered for her.
It breaks you.
You sit there numb as the climactic end of the movie fades into the ending credits, and you wish you'd fade away too.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice movement again as Jenny stands up and stretches gracefully before she offers a hand to the still lounging Caleb.
“Come on, Lebleb. Let's go home.”
Home. Is that where he considers home now?
“I'm tired.” Caleb whines, “Can I stay here for tonight, jie?”
You jump at being addressed, the words forcing your escaping soul back into your body. You turn your stiff neck toward him, staring blankly at his face, struggling to make sense of what you’re seeing.
Who is this person? What does he want from you?
“Caleb, don’t bother your sister. She's tired too, and she probably doesn't want to deal with you annoying her all night.” Jenny scolds, “Besides, we need you to get back to Skyhaven. Daddy will want to see us early in the morning to debrief us about the new mission.”
“Daddy?” You ask hoarsely, your throat dry and closed up.
“Oh. Professor Lucius.” She answers easily as if that piece of information was not earth-shattering to you.
Suddenly, you wake up from your haze, your maternal instincts breathing life into your withering soul. “Lucius is your father?!”
“Adopted father but yes.” She smiles proudly before turning back towards Caleb. “Come on, let's go.”
“My little brother will stay the night.” You shoot up, doing your best to remain steady on dead feet.
“You know, if you keep letting him get his way, he'll just keep misbehaving.” She tuts, chastising you as if you're good friends.
“Why don’t you worry about your family and I’ll worry about mine?” You snarl, and she laughs lightly, shrugging, “Maybe we’ll be family soon.”
“You can go now.” You spit out.
She smirks, then bends down and plants a lingering kiss on Caleb’s unmoving mouth. “Don’t be late tomorrow. I can only vouch for you in front of Daddy so many times.” She pats his cheek playfully before turning to you.
“Night, jie.”
“Don’t call me that.” You grit out, but she only laughs again, twirling around and walking out without another word.
The moment the door clicks shut behind her, Caleb springs to his feet, all alleged tiredness vanishing in an instant. He wraps his arms around you from behind and pulls you to his body, peppering eager kisses across your skin as the unmistakable shape of his still-hard cock presses against your ass through his pants… along with the dampness you can clearly feel there.
You push him back hard, creating distance between your bodies.
“What the hell is this, Caleb? Why didn't you tell me she's Lucius's daughter?”
“Does it matter?” He asks, infuriatingly calm.
“Of course it does! Now I know why you're going on those stupid, reckless missions.” You shout, “You shouldn’t risk your life for her approval!”
He bursts out laughing. “I'm really not, jie.” He takes a step towards you, his next words coming out in a purr, “It's all for you.”
“Is it?” You shriek, sounding a bit manic, and acting even more so as you reach down into his pants to grab his warm, sticky cock.
He moans loudly at the sudden touch, but before he can begin to enjoy it you pull your hand back out and hold it up between the two of you, showing him his mess glistening on your fingers.
“Yes.” He doesn't miss a beat, “You wanted this, jie.”
You feel like peeling off your skin.
“How many times are you going to throw that in my face?” You cry out, “This isn't what I wanted and you know it! I wanted you to love someone who is good for you, not someone who will treat you like a dog and put your life at risk.”
Caleb’s lips curve into a maddening smirk. “Am I not a dog, jie?”
“No! And she's not your fucking owner.”
He chuckles softly, stepping even closer until you're inches apart, his eyes half-lidded and blazing heat. “She's not? Then who owns me, jie?”
“Stop it.” You hiss, and he grins. “Is that a command? I thought I'm not a dog.”
Your fists clench at your sides, but you refuse to rise to the bait. “I want you to stop seeing her.”
“That’s a lot to ask, jie.” Caleb tilts his head, lips pursing as he reaches up and idly twirls your bingdi lotus necklace between his fingers. “I like her. Her father guarantees me a good job after graduation. What do I get if I stop seeing her?”
“You… you like her?”
“Isn't it obvious?”
You wobble on your feet, your entire world tilting on its axis, teetering and teetering until you think you're going to fall off the edge of the universe.
Caleb's arm shoots out to wrap around your waist and steady you, but for the first time ever, you don't feel anchored by his touch.
“Do you love her?” You ask, voice thin and weak.
“... Maybe I could.”
“The way you love me?”
All his pretense falls away in an instant, and then he's clutching onto you as if he might fall.
“Never.” He promises, and you press your lips firmly together. “Then break up with her.”
His hesitation guts you.
“If you love me,” You insist, “you'll break up with her.”
“I will if you agree to be with me.”
“God, you’re impossible!” You scream, shoving him away and taking a step back before whipping around to face him again, the words spilling out of you frantically. “I will find you a better girl. And a better job! Just listen to me, dammit!”
But all the softness vanishes from his face as he advances on you. “There is only one girl I would leave her for.”
You shake your head. “If you like this one, then you can like another.”
“No. It’s either her or you.”
Her or you? She’s already at your level for him?
The words hit you like a punch to the stomach, and you forcefully swallow down the blood rising in your throat.
“Don’t be stubborn, didi.” You plead, but he shows no leniency towards the sister who suffered so much to try to make him happy.
“I’ve done what you wanted. You're the one backtracking now.” He tells you mercilessly. “So what will it be, jie? You or her?”
You push him away harshly with the last bit of strength of your shattered heart. “Go to her then. I don't want you here. You're dead to me. My brother died on that mission.”
His eyes become alight with fury and his breathing turns rapid and uneven a second before his hand swings out and slaps you hard across the face, the force of it splitting your lip open.
“If you ever say that to me again,” He snarls, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back so you're forced to look straight into his crazed eyes. “I will kill you and then kill myself.”
You smile up at him with a diseased sense of satisfaction. Your baby brother will never leave you, no matter how badly he acts out. And if he's here then there is always a chance to make it right.
You cross the small distance between you, ignoring the burning in your scalp as you press your lips to his. The kiss tastes of blood and so much anger and hate and bitterness, yet he moans into it like it is the sweetest thing he has ever been given.
“Break up with her.” You order against his lips.
“No.”
You bite down hard on his lip, spilling his own blood so that your life forces mix in your mouths, flavouring the kiss with the same rust and iron that made the both of you.
“Take me to bed.”
“Fuck, yes.” He groans, sweeping you off your feet and hurrying to your room. He throws you onto the bed hastily and tries to climb after you.
“No.” You sit at the edge of the bed with a hand to his chest, keeping him at bay. “Strip.”
You would have found it almost amusing the way he trips over himself to tear off his clothes for you, if you couldn’t still see the evidence of his involvement with another woman clinging to his cock.
Once he stands fully naked before you, he reaches for your clothes as well.
“Touch me and I stop.” You threaten.
He gives you a pitiful little whine that dissolves into a moan the moment you wrap your hand around his erect cock.
“Break up with her.” You say, stroking him firmly from base to tip.
“Be with me.” He counters, stubborn even now as he stares down at you with pleading eyes. “Jiejie… fuck—Needed this all night.”
“Yeah? Is that why you couldn’t behave and had to get jacked off right in front of your own sister?” You hiss, tightening your hand around his cock punishingly, but that only makes him like it more
“It’s all your fault.” He gasps, trying to thrust into your clenched fist. “Made me so mad… got me so horny. You always do, jie.”
Yes. Yes, it’s always your fault.
“You really are a dog, Caleb.”
“Can’t help it. He moans, head tipping back but his eyes remain glued to you, always on you. “You turn me on so bad, jie. Could get me off every day and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
You scoff. “Yeah? You’re that needy?”
“Yes, yes, please, keep me by your side. I’ll be so good, I swear. Just touch me. Love me. That’s all I need.”
You shudder. This is the Caleb you know. Your baby brother who would sew his skin to yours if he could. “What about what I want, didi?”
“Anything.” He pants, eyes glassy and desperate. “I’ll do anything. Whatever you want.”
“I want you to break up with her.” You repeat, your thumb brushing over the dripping head of his cock on every upstroke, your eyes eagerly watching the way his abs tense and his fists clench at his sides to stop himself from reaching out to touch you.
“Only if you'll be mine, jie.” He insists, voice strained.
“I thought you'd do anything for me.”
“If you're mine, jie. Anything, I swear.”
“You’re a horrible boy.” You spit out, leaning forward to sink your teeth into the soft skin of his hip. Caleb yelps loudly, hips bucking into your fist.
“Don't say that. I'm your good boy. Just take me. Accept me for what I am. Love me like I love you.” His voice is wrecked and breathy as your hand moves more quickly along his cock. It throbs hot and heavy in your fist, twitching with every stroke, his balls drawing tight as he nears the edge.
“Fuck, jie— please, just like that.”
You suddenly slow your hand to a torturous pace, smiling as he groans in frustration and need, his cock pulsing angrily in your palm, flushed dark and dripping.
“Break up with her, Caleb.”
“Be mine. Just be mine.” He whines, hips jerking desperately, fucking himself into your now loose fist. “Jie, please— I’m so close…”
You take your hand away completely, holding him right on the edge.
“Jiejie…!”
You bring your palm down hard across his ass, watching as another thick bead of precum drips obscenely to the floor. “Horrible, horrible boy.”
Caleb’s breath hitches when you lean down and lick the drops still clinging to his cock, then take him into your mouth, moaning softly as your lips wrap around the swollen head.
“Ah fuck… that’s it, jie.” He groans, voice hoarse with relief and pleasure. “Take my cock. Take care of me just like you should…”
You glare up at him as you suck him slowly, your hands holding his hips steady as your tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, tasting the remnants of his earlier orgasm.
“Break up with her.” You mumble around his cock, the words garbled with your mouth full of him, but you know he understands them clear enough.
Caleb lets out a helpless, pitiful moan. “I want you. Please—”
His words cut off in a strangled cry as you sink your mouth as deep as you can, taking him until the head of his cock hits the back of your throat and it spasms around him.
You set a filthy pace, forcing yourself to take him deeper than you ever did before, but still you don’t manage to swallow him whole. A messy mix of spit and blood from your split lip drips down your chin as you suck him off, but you don’t care, not when you can feel his strong thighs shaking under your hands and hear the dirtiest moans spilling from his mouth, interspersed with needy, desperate cries of jiejie, jiejie, jiejie.
But just before he can reach his peak, you cruelly pull off him again. You don’t bother wiping the mess from your face as you look up at his sweaty, shuddering body, knowing exactly how much the little pervert likes seeing you filthy with him.
“Break up with her,” You whisper, lips brushing against the flushed head of his cock, now almost purple, “And I’ll let you cum down my throat.”
Caleb whines, hips jerking uselessly against your lips, and he looks like he’s on the verge of tears.
“You want it, don’t you? You need it so bad, you poor baby.” You coo. “You want me to swallow it, didi? Or do you want it on my face? Or my tits?”
“Fuck—want it all.” He pants, voice cracking. “Wanna feed you my cum. Want you covered and filled by me.”
“Then break up with her.” You tell him firmly, “And I’ll let you have what you want, didi.”
He shakes his head weakly. “Be mine. Promise you’ll be all mine and I’ll do it, jie.”
You growl in frustration and stand up, shoving him onto the bed. He watches you with hungry eyes, his cock twitching against his stomach as you strip naked in front of him. Once you’re bare, you climb over him and straddle his hips. Reaching between your bodies, you take his throbbing cock in your hand and line the swollen head up against your entrance, rubbing it slowly along your slick folds.
“Do you want it?” You ask, taunting.
“Yes… please.” Caleb begs, eyes wide and desperate, hips twitching upward in a pathetic attempt to push inside.
You sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch. The stretch burns even though you’re dripping, and when you feel the resistance of your hymen you don’t stop, continuing to push against it.
Caleb’s eyes fly wide open. “Wait, what are you doing?”
You pause, breathing hard through the white-hot pain, your walls clenched tightly around the portion of him already inside you. “Fucking you.”
“But… I haven’t graduated yet.” He stutters, mind reeling as he stares down at where the head of his cock is buried inside you, the rest of him held back by the thin barrier of flesh that is still intact. “Jiejie—”
“I changed my mind.” You snap, and press down a little harder.
“But you said— fuck, you’re so tight— you said it was disgusting.” He manages between gasps, still trying to process what’s happening even as his hips jerk upward on instinct.
“It is.” You grit out, bracing your hands on his chest and forcing yourself to still. “Do you not want it anymore?”
“No! No, I do, please, please!” He begs frantically, lashes wet with tears. “I want it so bad. I don’t care if it’s disgusting or wrong.”
“Are you sure you really want it?” You goad, leaning down until your faces are a hair-breadth apart. “You’re kicking up so much fuss for someone who has begged for this for years.”
“Yes, yes! I want it, I sweat!” He cries. “Jiejie, please. you’re killing me!”
“Break up with her.”
You expect him to push back again, to repeat his demand that you be with him first. And if he does, you honestly don’t know what you’ll do. This is your last resort. If he rejects this—rejects you—and still clings to her, he might as well kill you.
Instead, Caleb folds instantly.
“Okay.” He gasps out as you clench deliberately around him. “I’ll break up with her, fuck— I’ll do it— just fuck me.”
“You won’t talk to her again.” You continue as you hover above him, the head of his cock still only partially inside you.
“Yeah, yeah, anything you want, jie.” Caleb babbles deliriously, hips twitching upward in a desperate attempt to push deeper. “Please, please!”
You know what you’re doing is wrong. You’re taking a massive step backward. You’re giving him exactly what he has wanted all this time, and maybe that is why he has done all of this. If so, then he has played it perfectly. He has backed you into a corner. He knows you will not leave him to her. He has won.
You force yourself down onto his cock, tearing through your hymen at last—that fake purity you clung onto so desperately as if it would save you from everything you’ve done. Both of you cry out as you sink all the way down, your little brother’s cock buried inside you at last.
“Jiejie… you’re so tight… and warm…” He lifts his head to stare at where the two of you are joined, voice thick with awe. “Fuck, I’m inside you. I’m really inside you…thank you—thank you!”
He looks like he’s in heaven, as if there is nothing in life he wanted more than this, but for you, neither the physical nor the emotional aspects of your joining are pain free.
“Did you do this with her?” You gasp out, body trembling as you try to adjust to the pain of taking his large cock into your virgin pussy. “Did she pop your cherry?”
Caleb shakes his head frantically. “No, no, never. I swear, jie. I didn’t let her. Never.”
“Never?” You let out a bitter laugh. “That’s what you said about all your previous girlfriends too. You begged me to take care of you instead. But now you’re letting this woman treat you like a dog just so you can get off. You’re easier than you wanted me to think, didi.”
“It’s not like that at all, jie, I swear.” He begs, hands hovering uncertainly above your hips as if he is afraid you’d take this away from him if he touched you. “Only you get me like this. Please, please believe me.”
“I fucking saw you.” You lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest. “Either you or her, jie. You said that. Is she as important to you as I am?”
“No, you don’t understand.” He whimpers, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. “It’s all you. It’s always been you. Please— fuck, you feel too good. So warm and wet inside… I could never want anyone else. This is where I belong. I want to stay inside you forever.”
You want to keep him inside you forever too. Here he will be safe and warm… and obedient.
“Well, you got what you wanted, didi.” You grit out as you begin to move, riding him despite the burning stretch. Whatever he was about to say dissolves into broken moans, his eyes glued to where your bodies are joined, watching himself disappear inside you with dazed awe. “Shit— shit— ah, jie, jie, fuck—I love you… I love you so much.”
He looks completely blissed out beneath you, his eyes half-lidded and glassy, his lips parted, and his cheeks flushed a deep red that swallows up his pretty freckles.
“You like it, didi?” You ask tauntingly as you grind down on him.
“Uh huh…” He moans, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Can I touch you, please? Wanna feel you… please, please—”
“No. You’ll keep your hands to yourself and be a good dog. Won’t you?” You goad him, but he’s too pussy drunk to put up any fight. “Yeah, yeah, anything. I’ll take it… I’ll take anything jiejie gives me… just keep going.”
Is this what she does to him? The thought thunders through your mind, unbidden and unwilling to be ignored. Is this why he likes her? Because she treats him this way? You’ve coddled him too much and now he’s seeking out dangerous thrills?
Well, you can tighten the leash too.
“Who is your sister?” You demand.
“You.” He answers instantly.
“Who do you listen to?”
“You.”
“Whose are you?”
“I’m yours, jiejie. Your dog.” He gasps out filthily, “Only yours. I promise.”
“Good boy.” You purr, rewarding him by riding him faster. “My baby brother, so good for your jiejie.”
“Ah—fuck, wait, slow down!” He gasps suddenly, “I’m close.”
“Already?” You grin, unable to hide the satisfaction in your voice, not slowing down. Guess he really didn’t let her fuck him, huh?
You have not felt this connected to him, or this in control of him, in years. You shudder as pleasure begins to build inside you too, the unbearable fullness starting to feel completing rather than intrusive—your pussy molding around his cock as if remembering his shape from a time you’re no longer conscious of. It feels right. God help you, it feels so right to have your little brother’s cock inside of you.
“I’m sorry, you just feel too good.” He moans, panicked even as his hips jerk up to meet yours. “Been dreaming about your pussy for so long… my first wet dream was about you. I used to fantasize about just going to your room and filling you with my cum until you couldn’t deny me anymore.” He tells you this as if he’s making a love confession, but his deranged fantasies don’t even faze you anymore.
Would it scare her if she heard him talk this way? Would she run away and leave him forever?
“I thought you were a big boy now.” You taunt, continuing to bounce hard on his cock, your pussy burning and dripping around him—it’s just like him to bring you so much pain and pleasure at once. “With a girlfriend who gives you whatever you want. Does she let you cum this fast, baby?”
He shakes his head frantically, “It’s because it’s you, jie. I can’t help it. Wanted this for so long— please, slow down!”
You smile vindictively and keep milking him. He was bad, you think darkly. Your little brother has been bad.
“Jie— jie, you’re not slowing down.”
“You can hold it.” You tell him coldly even as you clench around him. “You’re a big boy who thinks he’s too good to listen to his jiejie.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please!” He babbles, tears slipping down his temples. “Oh god, I’m losing my mind— fuck, I love you, I love you, I’m so close. I’m sorry, please slow down, god please.”
“But I thought you wanted to fuck me, didi. I thought you wanted to fill me with your cum until I couldn’t deny you anymore.”
“I do. I do, but—-fuck, it’s too quick. I wanna last for you. Please, just give me a moment—”
“You want to fill your jiejie up, don’t you?” You lean down to whisper in his ear. “So be a good boy and drain your pretty cock inside my pussy. cum for your jiejie, baby.“
“Ah fuck—”
Caleb’s whole body seizes up beneath you. A guttural cry tears from his throat as he cums hard, hips jerking up violently as thick, hot pulses of his release flood deep inside you, and you feel his cock throbbing with every spurt.
“There you go.” You coo, still rocking your hips slowly through his orgasm, milking every last drop from him. “Good boy, listening to your jiejie so well.”
You stroke his damp hair and brush away his tears, soothing him as he comes down from his high. You’ve done it now. You’ve given in. You’ve soiled yourself entirely for his sake. You’ve lost the one card you still had to play. Will this mean anything? Will it save him? Will he finally listen to you… or have you shattered the spell yourself and now he will realise how sick all of this is?
You stare down at him, chest tight with both fondness and dread as you wait for your sentence. He looks so young beneath you—red cheeks, big eyes, sweet lips. Your baby brother. The boy you raised. The boy you ruined.
Oh god… what have you done to him?
But instead of shoving you away in disgust, Caleb’s fingers dig deeper into your waist, his hips suddenly snapping upward again, continuing what you’d started.
“Caleb—what are you doing?” You gasp, falling forward with the force of his thrusts, your hands bracing against his chest so you wouldn’t crash into him.
“I can go again." He pants shakily, “Please, I need to go again. It’s not enough. It still hurts so bad, jie.”
“Baby, wait—” You protest, and try to lift yourself off him.
Suddenly, the world turns upside down as he flips you onto your back and folds you in half, knees shoved up to your chest, and pussy wide open. Without allowing you another word, he sinks into you in one brutal thrust, burying himself all the way inside you.
“Fuck, I love you.” He groans against your neck, his whole body shuddering at the sensation of being engulfed by you once more. “I love you.”
He picks up the pace immediately, not giving you a moment to catch your breath. The way he has your body folded over allows his cock to press against places that make your vision blur, every thrust pushing the air out of your lungs. “Baby, slow down.”
“Now you wanna slow down?” He laughs breathlessly against your neck. “I won’t. I need to show you that I can satisfy you.” His voice stutters between thrusts, his pace desperate, almost vengeful, as if he’s punishing you for holding out on him for so long. “Just give me a chance. I won’t ruin this… I promise I won’t ruin this… I’ll show you how good I can be for you.”
Won’t ruin what? You want to ask, but he’s fucking you so deep that nothing comes out of your you except garbled moans. He’s so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat, like he’s working to bury himself so far inside you that you’ll never be able to take him out again. You suppose you can take some comfort in knowing that he still wants you, still loves you, even after finally getting what he has always wanted from you.
Your nails rake down his back, leaving long, angry red lines across his skin that make him hiss in pain and fuck you harder, your pussy giving way under him, a terrifying heat building low in your belly.
But then you feel something wet landing on your face. You blink through your fuzzy vision to see that he’s crying again—full on sobbing, his shoulders shaking, his lips trembling even as he continues to drive his cock into you.
“Are you okay?” You ask hurriedly, suddenly terrified that you’ve somehow forced him into this. “Do you want to stop?”
“No!” He blurts out, “No, please don’t make me stop. I’m sorry for being a baby. I just need this so bad. I’m sorry, please don’t make me stop.”
“So what if you're being a baby?” You ask, grabbing his face and cradling it in your hands. “You're my baby, aren’t you?”
“Yes, mommy.” He whimpers, eyes glassy and struggling to focus with all the pleasure and all the worries filling up his mind. He needs you to anchor him.
“Is this what you needed, baby?” You ask, locking your legs around his waist and pulling him even closer.
“Yes— fuck, yes.” He moans, burying his face in your breasts and sucking on your nipples greedily. “Mommy… mommy!”
Then you’ll give it to him. He has wanted this for so long. Maybe if you let him tire himself out and finally have his fill, he’ll go back to being your sweet, devoted baby brother again.
“Then come on, baby.” You coax, rolling your hips up to meet his thrusts, clenching around him deliberately. “Keep going. I know you can. Let’s drain those balls. They hurt so bad, right? All pent up for years, yeah?”
“Yeah. All because of you.” He groans, his rhythm turning erratic as he pounds into you. “You were so mean to me. Keeping this pussy away from me for so long.”
“It’s okay, didi. I’m here now.” You soothe him, stroking the back of his neck. “Mommy wants you to let go, baby.”
“Mommy, I’ll—-oh, fuck—I love you!” He cries out, hips stuttering as he cums hard for the second time, flooding your pussy again. “I won’t ever love anyone else, I promise, I promise!”
You shudder, a twinge of fear twisting in your gut at his choice of words, but it is quickly drowned out beneath the onslaught of pleasure. You had been so focused on him that you hadn’t noticed how close you were. You’re caught completely off guard by the sudden orgasm that burns through you, your back arching off the bed as all your nerve endings come alight at once, sending your body into overdrive. You cling to him in shock, never having felt such an intense shock of pleasure in your life. Your walls clamp down hard around his cock, your pussy holding onto him so he can’t escape.
Not that he tries to.
“Jie, are you—” Caleb groans loudly, watching in awe as he feels your pussy try to milk more from him.. “Fuck,you’re cumming on my cock—shit.”
He doesn’t slow down. If anything, the knowledge that he made you cum by using only his cock drives him wilder. He keeps going at it, through the aftershocks, through the overstimulation that quickly turns overwhelming for both of you. Every deep thrust tears another wail from your shocked body as he chases his third release, burying himself as far as he can go while you shake and clench helplessly around him.
“So good—so fucking good. Gonna fill you again, mommy—gonna keep filling you until you can’t take any more.”
And he does. You’re slipping in and out of consciousness, lying limp and sore, by the time he finally tires out and collapses in your arms, his head resting on your chest as he peppers kisses all over your breasts and pants out thank you, thank you, I love you.
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You wake up before he does for the first time in as long as you can remember.
The room is still dark, the first light of dawn barely peeking through the curtains. You feel warm, much too warm, and completely engulfed. Caleb’s naked body is wrapped tightly around yours, one leg thrown over your thigh, his arm heavy across your waist, his face still buried in your breasts as his even breaths brush across your nipple. And his cock, soft now, rests warm and heavy against your thigh.
The memory of last night comes flooding back to you—the way he laid under you, over you, all around and inside you, the way his tense muscles were gleaming with sweat, the way his face twisted in such pleasure and yearning as you finally took him inside you… the stretch of his cock, the burn, the overwhelming fullness that had felt so right.
They’re all seared into your brain now. You’ll never move on from this. You could date a hundred men. You could find someone and get married. You could have kids and grow old together… but you’ll never forget what it felt like to give yourself to your little brother.
But even now, sore and tender between your legs, you don’t regret it. You’ve done what you needed to do. You just hope that now that he has finally gotten what he wanted from you, he’ll keep his word and break up with her. He’ll need to start looking again, and find someone else. It won’t be easy, especially not after this, but it's for the best.
Please let this be enough.
You look down again as he starts to stir. A croaky sound leaves his throat as he nuzzles closer, pressing a kiss to the valley between your breasts, then to the side of your neck, up to your jaw, and finally to your lips, before he pulls back to give you a lazy smile—so happy and content that it makes your heart ache. Happiness looks so good on him, your beautiful, golden boy, more stunning than any being in this world, real or imagined.
Could what you've done been really that bad if it means keeping him safe and happy? Many mothers have committed unspeakable crimes to protect their babies. Are you really any different?
“Morning, jiejie…” He mumbles sleepily, his hand sliding possessively over your bare hip, pulling you closer as if he wants you to melt into him. “I’m so happy we’re finally together.”
You stiffen.
Oh.
“Baby,” You say softly, carefully. “We’re not… we’re not together.”
Caleb jerks up, all the romantic dreaminess on his face suddenly hiding under the emerging shadows. “What?”
You swallow hard, anxious under his narrowed gaze. “Caleb… what we did last night— I just gave you what you wanted so you’d stay away from Jenny and Lucius. It doesn't mean we’re dating now.”
He's quiet for a long while, and you watch with a sense of helpless dread as the light slowly leaves his eyes.
“Baby—”
“No.” He finally speaks out, a strange finality to his tone.
“W-what?” You ask nervously, trying to pull away slightly, but he presses his weight down on you, trapping you under him.
“I’ve done everything you wanted.” He says slowly, intending for you to take heed of every word. “I went to college. I dated. I hooked up with other women. At every single step, you dangled what I wanted in front of me like a fucking dog on a leash. And now that I finally get it, you think you can just take it away?”
You lie there paralysed under the full weight of his wrath.
“She’s not the one who’s been treating me like a dog, jie. You are.” He seethes, “You don’t get to give me everything I’ve ever wanted and then rip it all away.”
No, no. He’s getting this all wrong.
“I’m only doing what’s best for you.” You defend yourself weakly, but that just makes him laugh out loud, sounding maniac.
“And that’s fucking me and then throwing me away? You really think that’s going to fix me? That one night is going to make me stop wanting you? You think you can fuck the love I have for you out of me?” He asks deliriously, grabbing your legs and shoving them apart to press his already hardening cock against your sore pussy. “Well, jiejie, I’ve wanted you for years. One night won’t be enough. Why don’t you keep spreading your legs for me… and I’ll tell you when I’ve finally gotten it out of my system?”
You push at his chest frantically, panic rising in your chest. “Caleb, no. Stop. I don’t want this!”
“You don’t? You sure acted like you wanted it last night.”
“I was trying to—”
“What?” He cuts you off harshly, “Bargain with your pussy to get me to break up with my girlfriend because you couldn’t handle another woman being in my life?”
“No, Caleb—” You try to say something, but he grabs face, his fingers digging into your cheeks so hard it feels like he'll rip right through them.
“You got what you wanted, jiejie. You ruined the only chance of a relationship I had outside of you.” He tells you evenly, that calm tone ten times more terrifying than if he were to scream at you. “I graduate next month. It’s done. I'm all yours and you’re all mine. There is no turning back now. It’s you and me forever, jie. Just like we both wanted.”
A/N: i actually hate the last few pages of this chapter, feels like i couldn't convey the impact well enough and didn't have the patience to rewrite the whole so lol hope you enjoy it anyway. last chapter is the final one and it will include a bit of an epilogue. i would love to hear your predictions for the ending despite how painfully obvious it is lol taglist for all my caleb fics: @mcdepressed290, @monoidmango, @seraphineash, @lewdcifer778, @strayy-kidz, @virtualdonutcashdeputy, @airachniide, @deceptive-solitude, @mimiluvzu2, @smmnlz, @secretarykitten, @fukyachickennuggets-blog, @joannafaustus, @rose3heartzzz, @unadulteratedtranquility, @pixiu-palindrome, @iwillstealyouruwus, @lilkittenskiss, @remnantsofgildedcages, @cinnabean3, @pookiei-bookie, @cembreeee, @ariapok, @bypanana, @yourlocalcatscammer, @pofox, @ellavalysworld, @the-shape-of-water, @eurinate, @anizayniac, @teira-osairis, @ellarksworld, @dearbabycat, @bebiappl3, @crie-baby, @drowningoutthenoises, @noshametoshare
