tags ; facials, non penetrative sex acts, light incest, sexual tension, reader is labelled as a sister but no description of gentials, 18+
you and caleb have a lot of memorable almosts when it comes to sex. it takes a lot of convincing to push caleb into putting his cock inside of you, no matter how much you cry and fuss to him about wanting it. and he never has.
most of the time, he really won't even let you touch him. he'll touch you all you want, give you whatever you need, because that's what good older brothers give to their little sister who they adore. you can cum wherever you feel like, on his mouth, his fingers, on the hard outline of his cock insistently, without anything but underwear keeping the swell of his cock from sliding into you when you're grinding down on him so hard and desperate.
the first time you ever see caleb's cock is already when you have that routine. where caleb makes you cum, then locks himself in the bathroom to relieve himself, unsure of if he can control himself.
you don't know how you've convinced him. you must've sobbed with abject frustration, must've clawed at his back and begged him to at least let you see. a part of you doesn't remember what led up to it, what broke caleb away from his usual avoidance and uncertainty.
you do remember asking him to do it over your face, but you didn't think he would oblige you.
this is your most memorable first with caleb.
laying on your bed while his knees are on either side of you, his hands wrapped around his shaft while he jerks off over your face.
your heart is hammering. it's the first time he's ever let you see it. you could've guessed from how he feels underneath you, but he's huge. his cock is thick with veins and uncut, balls swollen and heavy with cum.
he twitches with every stroke, his chest falling and rising so rapidly. erratically. you can tell he's straining a little not to cum, but he's failing - pre-cum starts to leak from the tip, but he's quick to keep it from falling on your face.
his breathing is so heavy. "fuck, pipsqueak, your—fuck,"
the tip is blush-red, whole thing pulsating heat. you can feel your own body go hot with need looking at it. but the sound.
the sound of him fisting his cock is what makes you feel like you're going to lose your mind. a wet, filthy slick sound. it's so vulgar and noisy. you think of what he'd sound like if he was inside of you, where you're even wetter than his hands could ever be, where you'd pulse and squeeze around him and take everything he has, and what it would sound like if his dick was re-arranging our insides with the same pace, the same clumsy need.
you wonder what caleb would feel like inside of you all the time. the pressure and feel of his cock, the heat of it. but it's so easy to imagine now that you know what it sounds like when he's fucking something wet and tight.
you want to know what it feels like, too. you want to know so bad.
you crane your neck up without thinking, hearing caleb start to speak, his voice dying as you press your lips up to the swelling head of his cock. you kiss it gently, even though you're trembling.
it's so hot. hard and throbbing against your lips, pre-cum spilling onto them that you lick without thinking and crinkling your nose at it. salty.
before you can blink, or apologize, caleb groans.
his whole body shudders hard before you feel it hit your face. thick ropes of cum painting your skin, getting into your hair, causing your eyes to close with surprise.
when you open them, sure nothing gets into your eye, caleb looks down at you with what looks like horror.
but, as if he didn't cum at all, his cock cast shadow on your face all the same.
he's even harder than before.
