You’re sitting on Caleb’s lap as if it’s your birthright.
His cheeks are flushed, body still as a rock as you tease him by ghosting your lips over his, not quite making contact yet.
“You’re teasing me, pips,” Caleb says breathlessly, eyes trained on how you part your mouth as your tongue slides against your bottom lip tauntingly. They’re already bruised and swollen from the intense make-out session you’ve both been caught up in.
You blink with faux innocence, hands resting on his shoulders. “Hm?”
His eyes follow the movement of your tongue pushing against your teeth, and he let out a soft whimper. “Don’t ‘hm’ me,” he pants, voice strained with desire.
“Repeat what you said, Caleb,” you murmur absentmindedly, trailing the back of your fingers against his flushed cheek.
His brows furrow slightly at your faux ignorance and disinterest, hands tightening on your hips. Caleb leans forward, nuzzling his nose against yours in an attempt to coax you back into kissing him. “Please... don't be mean, pips. I wanna kiss you.”
You tilt your head, giggling. A frustrated whine escapes his throat as you deny him, his lips chasing yours even as you pull further away.
"Pips, please," he begs, voice cracking with need. His hands tremble against your skin, fingertips digging in just enough to leave faint bruises before engulfing your hands with his. You sigh affectionately as he rubs the back of your cool fingers against his burning cheek.
“Look at you panting,” you coo, sitting up straighter to lick his bottom lip teasingly. Your hands cradle his face. “My handsome boyfriend.”
He shudders again when he feels your tongue brush his bottom lip. “Kiss me properly,” he huffs.
Your heart hammers at how needy he is. “If you want it so bad, you kiss me.”
Without an ounce of hesitation Caleb crushes his lips to yours, tongue pushing past your opening in desperation as if he was starving for you. It is a clash of teeth and mixing of saliva as he suffocates himself against your lips, taking as much as he can get. He finally pulls away to get air, whimpering as he mouths pathetically at your bottom lip, mind too fuzzy to kiss you properly.
The brush of your tongue against his has him panting, drool connecting the both of you as he sloppily mouths at your parted lips without thought. You smile slightly, leaning in to lock against him once more.
Caleb’s eyes are blown wide, hazy and unfocused as he tries desperately to kiss you back, clumsily pressing his lips against yours in an attempt to keep up with you.
Streams of whimpers and whines leave his mouth, his chest heaving as he attempts to even his breathing. “Hnng, I… pip-squeak—”
You decide to give him a break and trail your kisses down his neck to pay special attention to his bobbing Adam’s apple, smiling slyly as he tilts his head up. Shaky breaths brush your ear as he struggles to keep his composure. “Pips…I can’t…mmph…! I can’t f-focus…when you…ah!”
Mouthing gently at his Adam’s apple, you feel Caleb’s hips buck up against you in shock. You groan, sending vibrations though his body that makes him shudder weakly.
You’ve broken and reduced this man into a stuttering mess, but he looks like he’s exactly where he wants to be, eyes teary and head foggy as his eyes zero in on your lips. Hm… cute.
You bat his hand away when you feel his fingers reach under your skirt from behind you. The mall is packed today, filled with others browsing and looking for something to buy.
“No panties?” Caleb trails after you, hand slipping under again. His fingers trail up to your hips, feeling the waistband. “Hm… let me guess. Your red lace ones with the bow.”
“Stop touching me,” you hiss, mortified that he knows which pair you’re wearing just by touch alone. “Wait ‘till we get home. I haven’t found the shirt I wanted yet and you said you’d let me stay as long as I wanted today.”
“I know, I know, don’t throw a fit,” he hums, hand settling to rest against your hip. “What, I can’t touch my girlfriend?”
“Sister,” you correct. “We’re in public. Stop acting weird, what if someone like Gideon sees us?”
Caleb shrugs, not bothering to answer as he follows you towards another store.
You go through the racks, humming to yourself as you browse the colourful array of clothing. Suspicious of the silence behind you, you turn to look behind you.
“…Caleb,” you whine. The cold case of his phone brushes your inner thigh, unshamefully keeping you still by your waist when he realizes he's been caught. As you squirm, he repositions his phone under your skirt to take another picture of the fabric pressing against your plump folds. “You pervert…”
Caleb quickly pockets his phone with a smile as he looks down at you with innocent eyes. "What? I was just adjusting your skirt. It looked crooked." He reaches out to 'fix' your non-existent wrinkles, his fingers deliberately brushing against your skin.
You feel your face heat up, embarrassed that he took a picture in such a crowded store with shoppers just feet away. "Delete it. Now." Your voice comes out breathier than intended, which only makes his smile widen.
His arms wrap around your wrist, tugging you closer to press your back against his chest. “I have a better idea.”
—
“I hate you!” The public bathroom is empty, the only sounds coming from Caleb’s slick hand and spit covered cock.
He grunts as he glides his thumb against his throbbing, flushed tip. “Didn’t you say you wanted that top? I’ll buy it for you, just listen to gege.”
You're holding your skirt and panties stiffly away from your body by the waistband, open for him to stare all he wants as he hunches over you. “Yes but…”
Caleb groans, fingers tightening around his length as he continues to jerk off. His eyes are trained on your puffy folds, imagining how it'll look after he finishes on them. "Come on, lil’ sis. You can have whatever you want... just stay still." He bites his lip, eyes flicking up to see your cutely scrunched face as you fidget, your skirt riding up.
“This is embarrassing…!” You complain, aware that it will probably turn him on further.
He ignores your protest, his breathing becoming heavier as his rhythm picks up. "You're doing so good for me, pips." His free hand reaches out to squeeze your thigh desperately. "Be a good girl for big brother and stay like this a little longer."
“Hurry up,” you hiccup, cunt clenching as you watch him pleasure himself at the sight of you. His cock is leaking precum all over his fingers, trailing down the veins of his length and towards his full, heavy balls. The large amount of slick pools down to the dark patch of hair at his base, staining the zipper of his pants.
“So impatient… fuck. I'm gonna cum. Let me see your tight lil’ cunny, baby. Still sore from yesterday?” Panting and bucking his hips into his hand, he carefully aims his tip towards the gap you’ve been holding open to unload thick, sticky ropes, his warm cum latching onto your panties and chubby folds.
Riding out his high, Caleb head tilts back as he squeezes the tip of his engorged cock trying to rub out every last drop of cum. “Fuck, lil’ sister, you look the prettiest when covered in big brother’s cum.”
You bite back a whine, focused on the degrading aftermath of his cooling semen clinging to your skin. This is humiliating, you think to yourself, as you watch him tuck his softening cock back into his pants to zip up. He adjusts your panties and skirt for you, patting your sensitive mound through the damp fabric.
“Let’s go get that top, baby sister.” Caleb presses a kiss to your temple. “Keep those panties full for me, yeah? Maybe later we won’t need lube.”
You’re so over it. Today is about to add another tally to the ‘Every time Caleb has made you cum without actually fucking you’ score.
“You’ve already made me cum so many times. I’m pretty sure I’m wet and ready enough, Caleb.”
Caleb’s cock is pushing against your folds, tip running over your swollen clit and smearing his pre everywhere. It’s already messy with your own fluids and cum due to the vast amount of times Caleb has pushed you over the edge.
You want to ask what the point of doing foreplay again is, but the pleasure clouds your thoughts.
He’s too distracted to listen to you, every roll of his hips making you tense. The continued grinding makes your tummy clench until it builds and builds-
“C-Caleb…!” Your back arches off the mattress as you cum, legs quivering on his shoulders with a whine. Caleb slows his pace, still rutting his flushed tip against your nub as his eyes focus on the creamy mess connecting the both of you.
When you finally push at his hand that's holding your thighs apart to stop him, he obediently halts. With a grin, he lets his fingers trail down the mess, letting the slick cling to his fingers. “That was hot, pips.”
Your ears are ringing, cunt borderline sore. He’s been making you cum with his tongue and fingers for what seems like forever. Having enough you grab his arm to pull him down towards you, tone demanding and outright bratty.
“Fuck me.”
Caleb lets out a sputter and laughs at your furious eyes and tone. “You’re so endearing. And demanding, what was that?”
“Don’t make fun of me!” Your cheeks and ears are red as you glare at his boyish grin.
“Okay, okay,” he coos. “Guess I can’t delay it anymore, huh.” He opens his lips to let a pool of saliva drip down, right onto your entrance. “Take a deep breath, baby.”
You feel something blunter and wider than anything you’ve ever taken before nudge at your hole.
It’s not going to fit, you think. He’s not even inside of you yet, but the tip of his cock is already much wider than his fingers. Your breath is taken away when his cock head sinks into you.
Caleb pulls out, then sinks his hips slightly deeper on his second attempt. You’re pretty sure he's only a quarter of his way inside. With each thrust he slides slightly deeper into your hole, rocking in and out until his hips are flush against your ass.
He starts to roll in shallowly – grind really – as his coarse hair pushes against you with each thrust. You can’t look away at the bump forming your tummy with every move he makes. Caleb’s cock is hefty, each drag carrying a weight with each drag.
Caleb groans, whispering praises as he ruts into you. He sits up, length still lodged inside, to drag your body closer to him in a different angle. You feel it immediately.
“Is that-” you choke. An ache of discomfort runs through you. Caleb readjusting your position made it possible to reach even deeper inside of you, his cock bumping against your cervix.
“Look at you,” Caleb hums, pressing his large hand against your raised abdomen. The pressure hurls you towards your orgasm, walls clenching and milking his cock.
“Caleb…!” You cry out, feeling him twitch.
“Fuck…’m gonna cum, pips,” Caleb grunts, the only warning you get before he pushes himself as deep as possible, spurts of hot, warm cum flooding your womb entrance.
Caleb doesn’t move for a while, balls pulsing against your ass as his cock pumps load after load into you. When he finally pulls out rushes of his cum and your arousal follows, leaking down you and onto the already soaked sheets.
He coos at you, brushing your damp hair as you try to catch your breath. “Did so good for me, pips. Gonna clean you up now.” You bask in your afterglow as Caleb dutifully wipes you down, changing you into some pajamas.
You don’t register he's done until he slips under the covers beside you. Nestling up to him you hum in appreciation and start to drift off. “Finally. I’ve been waiting forever for you to finally fuck me.”
“Sorry pip-squeak,” he chuckles sheepishly. “Was scared I’d hurt you.” Caleb presses one last kiss to your head before you fall into a restful sleep, as he gently rubs soothing circles on your aching tummy.
“Hah… pips…! Slow down, ‘m so close to cumming,” Caleb whimpers, fingers digging into your waist. You’ve been at it for a while, reveling in the tension and heat filling Caleb’s bedroom.
You reply with your own whine, shaking your head as you push your hips down, hands desperately clutching his sheets. The friction from rubbing your crotch against his feels so good. “Hey, don’t cum without me, Caleb!”
The sight of you in his lap childishly whining in nothing but his shirt and some panties has Caleb’s eyes rolling back. You grind your hips against his, making him bite his swollen bottom lip to hold back his moans, one of his hands reaching up to tug at your hair in an attempt to slow you down.
The bedroom is filled with the sound of your laboured breathing, whines and whimpers slipping past your lips.
“Pips, ‘m being serious, please. I’m seriously about to cum…hngh!” You interrupt him by sliding your fingers up his shirt to pinch and tug at his sensitive nipples, Caleb’s hips jerking up at the stimulation. “W-wait!”
“So good,” you mewl, eyes fluttering as drool threatens to escape past your lips. His bulge is rubbing you just right, the fabric of his sweats damp with your juices. “My cunny can feel you through your pants…”
“Don’t just say that!” He tugs your hair harder, voice strained and desperate. “Please, you need to slow down, you feel too good…”
Fingers slowly wrapping around your wrists, he gently tugs your hands away from his sensitive nubs. The faint brush of your fingertips letting go makes his hips involuntarily buck up against you again. “Hah…!”
The pressure makes your eyes teary, cheeks flushing. “Calebbb!” Eyes half-lidded with want you cover his lips with yours and pathetically mouth at him, groaning when he tries to kiss you back.
“I’m gonna cum,” he pants against your lips, struggling to keep up the pace. Your tongues slide against each other, filled with spit and heavy breaths.
The frantic frotting makes his whole body shudder as you keep pushing against him, his hips giving one final desperate thrust. "No, no, no!" Caleb moans brokenly into your mouth, chanting your name as he cums hard, head falling back against the pillows.
His cock twitches, still tucked in his sweats and boxers as his creamy semen seeps through the fabric. Caleb’s head falls down on your shoulder as cries fall out of his mouth, too sensitive as you continue to use his bulge like a toy.
“I said not to cum without me,” you wail, holding onto his shoulders tight as you overstimulate him.
His whole body trembles as you keep moving, nerves fraying. “Pips, just give me- hah, a few minutes! Seconds even!” His voice cracks, fingers weakly scrambling to grip your hips but failing as another small wave of pleasure rips through him.
When you ignore his babbling, his teeth sink gently into your shoulder, muffling his whimpers as his legs spread wider under you, helpless.
You frot against his clothed, softening length, eager to finally reach your orgasm. Your toes curl when you nudge your clit perfectly against his cock, seeing stars behind your eyelids as you finally cum.
His eyes roll back as he feels your body tense and release, his own sensitive cock twitching at the sudden pressure against his softening member. A choked whimper escapes him as he feels your warmth soaking into his sweats, your pleasure triggering another small, weak orgasm from him. "F-fuck..."
“Language,” you scold weakly, ears ringing as you fall limply against his sturdy chest. You’re sweaty and out of breath, scowling at Caleb’s dopey grin.
"That was hot." He admits, his face flushing pink as he looks up at you. "You cummin’ on me like that..."
“…!” You pinch his thigh with an embarrassed whine and press more of your weight onto him. “Whatever just… h-help me clean up, I can’t feel my legs.”
synopsis. pathetic caleb pleads for your attention after wronging you
pairing. caleb x reader
tw/content. neglect play, cunnilingus
wc: 1k
masterlist
“Hah, please…”
You’re sitting on the couch, preoccupied with reading some blog on your phone as Caleb sits between your legs. He’s pressing his cheek against your inner thigh, hands obediently behind his back.
“Pips… please pay attention to me…! I didn’t realize she was flirting with me… I just thought she was being friendly.”
You make no indication that you’re listening to him, solely because you know he’s lying. He provoked you on purpose at his after-party earlier back at Skyhaven with his fleet, letting his female coworkers have their way with him – fleeting whispers, compliments, or even invitations to their place. And now here you both are, at your apartment with a needy pup between your feet.
It pissed you off to no end. If Caleb wants to play this game, you’ll indulge him.
Other than Caleb’s pathetic panting and whimpers, the apartment is silent.
“Don’t ignore me,” a whine crawls up his throat, pleading. “I promise, I really didn’t know. Y’know how bad I am with social cues… you’re the only girl I look at!”
Caleb’s nose is buried in your mound, breathing in your scent though your pants. His heavy gasps increase every second as he panics.
“Please, please, please stop ignoring me. I can’t take it. Muzzle me, cage me, whatever. But don’t ignore me…” His voice cracks, rambles tumbling out of his mouth. “I’ll be good!”
When you finally look at him you can’t help but sneer in disgust. Caleb’s already sporting a bulge, pants tenting with a wet patch forming from his leaking cock.
“Can I take your panties off? I can’t smell you with your pants on,” he pleads, biting his lip to avoid upsetting you further with his complaints.
You glare at him unamused. “No, you nasty perv. You’re lucky I’m even letting you touch me right now.”
“You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry,” he babbles. “I said I’ll be good, I won’t ask again-”
“You’re disgusting.”
“I can’t help it,” he gasps out, your eyes on him making his cock tip spurt out more precum. He squirms, the creamy mess he made in his boxers making him sticky and uncomfortable.
Minutes (that feels like hours to Caleb) pass by of this continued behaviour, with Caleb not giving up.
“Pips, can I at least-”
“No.”
“Please,” Caleb insists. “If you won’t let me taste you, can I please…” he chokes, cheeks red. “...use your foot? My cock feels so achy… I'm leaking so much for you.”
“I thought you just wanted me to pay attention to you? Maybe I should take you up on your suggestion and throw you in a cage. You’re bothering me.”
“You’re being so mean,” he gasps, cheek smushing against you. As an attempt to soften you up, he presses light kisses to your inner thighs.
When you’re back to ignoring him once more, he bites you.
“Caleb, what the fuck? Down, mutt!” You press your foot into his shoulder, pushing him back with a scowl.
“I can’t,” he bites his lip, unmoving despite how much you shove at him. “Please. I’m sorry. I just need you so bad.” He musters up the most sincere and pathetic apology he can, looking up at you with his puppy eyes.
You roll your own. “…Never again. I don’t want you behaving like that around other women ever. Again. Even if you're trying to purposefully make me mad,” you frown. “Or I really will cage you, and never let you out.”
“I promise, pips. I’m sorry. Can I please touch you?” He nuzzles into you, fingers twitching and antsy.
“Fine. Do whatever you want.”
Caleb eagerly places his hands onto your thighs and rushes to mouth at your clothed cunt like a starved man, dampening the fabric with his spit. His warm breath makes your panties cling to your cunt — it's a disgusting and sticky feeling, but you can’t deny how good it feels.
Your pants form a clear outline of your lips due to his relentless movements, the vision making him groan. He’s hardly coming up for air, almost choking himself with how long he’s staying between your thighs.
It’s obvious it’s not enough for him, but he knows to take what he can get. You know he’s upset that he can’t taste you bare, or have his nose buried in your hole and chin soaked with your arousal. Your suspicions are confirmed when he starts to beg again.
“Please pips, can gege take them off? I promise I’ll make you feel so good with my mouth, I need to feel you, to taste you.” Wordlessly you lift your hips, letting him slide off your pants and panties.
“Thank you, thank you,” he gasps, rushed and desperate as he delves his tongue into your creamy, silky folds. He eats you out the way you like, taking turns lapping at your folds and suctioning his lips around your clit.
Slick leaks out your hole and drips down your cheeks, leaving puddles on the cushion below you. You almost shriek when you feel Caleb’s tongue touch your tight rim.
“Ew, Caleb!” You gasp, gripping his hair with one hand as he drags his tongue up from your puckered hole to your clit. The sensitivity makes your holes clench, your wetness leaking out; which is immediately lapped up by Caleb right away.
“You’re leaking onto the couch! It’s a waste, when I’m right here to clean it up…”
“God, you’re such a dog.”
“I’m your dog,” he smiles all charmed, intoxicated by your taste and scent. His mouth doesn’t leave your pussy, eyes unfocused and cloudy.
The more he focuses on your clit the closer you are to cumming, your hand tightening in his hair as you start to ride his face and nose. With no complaints coming from Caleb, you nudge your clit against his nose until you’re gushing on his tongue, back arching as you mewl and ride out your high.
As you relax your body, eyes fluttering, Caleb moves up to cuddle you on the couch.
“Let me help you, gege,” you hum, moving to palm him. You blink rapidly when he grabs your wrist.
“Mmph… fuck… no. Not until I deserve it…” He says dazed.
“…?” You stare at him oddly as he contently basks in your embrace, eyes drifting shut. Even with how sticky and gross you both are, you pat his head and let your eyes close.
“They’re not big enough,” you mutter, staring at yourself in the mirror. Your breasts rest in each of your hands, squeezing gently as you pout.
“I think they’re perfect.” Caleb says, as he casually slips through the crack of your bedroom door. The sudden appearance makes you yelp, covering your chest with your arms.
“Caleb, what the hell…! Get out!”
“You said you wanted help passing that level, pips, don’t tell me you’re backin’ out now. Or did you already beat it?” He’s hardly acknowledging your naked top half, moving about as if everything is normal. You watch him shut the door gently behind him with his Evol.
“I…I do it’s just— couldn’t you wait?” You snatch the closest shirt hanging off your chair and hurriedly pull it over your head, glaring at him. “I was busy.”
“I would rather you not be busy being self-conscious about nothing,” he quips. Caleb’s quick to settle onto your bed, making room for himself in the sea of pillows, throws, and plushies. “C’mon, pass me your switch.”
With a roll of your eyes, you pick up your switch from the dock, crawling into the space beside him. As Caleb’s attention zeros in on the game, you hum thoughtfully, cuddled into his side.
“Gēge, do you think my boobs are big enough?” Your hand reaches under your shirt to cup one.
“Mhm, I think they’re fine,” he mutters absentmindedly, biting his bottom lip in concentration. “Who planted that thought in your pretty little head?”
“Nobody,” you say, sheepishly. “Well, maybe just some stuff I see online.”
“What stuff? I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” he shrugs, tossing the switch onto one of your plushies after flawlessly completing the level. “You’re perfect the way you are.”
“Don’t say that just ‘cus you’re my brother,” you nudge your elbow sharply into his side. Caleb chuckles and swings his arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer.
“Why don’t I check for you then? Let me get a better look, since you won’t take my word for it.” He looks down, eyes boring into yours as he waits for any sign of protest.
“My boobs?”
“Mhm. If you want my honest opinion, I think I’m gonna need to do some research, no?” His tone is casual, teasing almost. As if he didn’t just offer to feel up his little sister’s tits. “Just need to experiment a little– observe, y’know? Can’t formulate a conclusion without proper data.”
“Stop being a nerd,” you swat at him. It didn’t take much to convince you, prompting you to sit up. “Um… how do you want me?”
Caleb snorts, hands reaching out to pull you in by your waist. You slip into his lap easily with a grunt, muttering something about ‘manhandling a girl.’ “Here’s just fine, baby.”
You let him drink in the sight of your curves through your shirt, before gripping the hem. “Should I put on a bra?”
“Won’t be able to check accurately with it on,” he counters, voice raspy. His eyes have yet to stray from your mounds with barely any attempt to hide his eagerness. “Lift your shirt for me, baby sis.”
You push your shirt up, lifting it past your breasts to hover near your collarbone. The cold air makes your nipples stiffen up into peaks and Caleb’s breath hitches, the sight making him shift beneath you.
“They look good to me,” he says steadily, as his hands graze past your hips, trailing up your stomach before ghosting over your chest. You feel the heat radiating from his warm, big hands, your own trembling. “Can I touch them? Just to see how they feel and weigh.”
“Yeah,” you mutter, focused on his fingers.
With your permission Caleb’s hands press into your tits, fingers digging into the supple flesh. “Soft,” he observes. “They have a nice weight. And they fit perfectly in my hands.” A gasp escapes your lips when the pad of his thumb brushes over your nipple. “Sensitive, too. That’s a good thing.”
“This is kind of embarrassing to hear,” you whine. “Can’t you just give me a grade or something instead of describing it to me? They’re my boobs!”
“Yeah, yeah,” the corner of his lip quirks. “They’re still perfect to me, lil’ sis. SSR+?”
“You are so cringe,” you huff, pulling away slightly. There’s a pause; you gather up some courage before you speak up again. “...So, even if I did want to make them bigger, what would I have to do?”
“I saw a method online once,” Caleb hums, holding his chin between his thumb and index finger.
You perk up. “Really? Tell me!”
He drags out his words, looking up. “Your breasts apparently are supposed to grow healthier and bigger by massaging them. Like this.”
Caleb makes quick work of putting his hands back to their rightful place, squeezing and massaging your tits. “You’re supposed to do this–,” he pinches your nipples, stiffening the peaks once more, “–every day. Don’t worry though, big brother will help you, since I’m the one who watched the video. I’m a professional.”
“I can do it myself,” you mutter, half-heartedly trying to shove his hands away. You can’t deny that it feels nice, both the stimulation and the attention.
His grip stays firm. “It’ll get tiring, let gēge help, okay? ‘Cus that way I can also help with this method.” Before you can react Caleb tilts his head down and peeks his tongue out, licking a broad stripe across your nipple. You squeal at the sensation, letting go of your shirt to grip the front of his.
“Hey!”
Your back arches and Caleb groans, wasting no time to envelope your breast with his lips to mouth at the soft fat. He’s rough, the suction of his mouth creating an uncomfortable pressure.
“Hah, big brother…! Slow down, you’re going to make them sore!”
“Do you want them to grow bigger or not, sis?”
–
The next couple hours consist of you both watching TV, at some point migrating to the living room. Caleb’s hands fail to detach from your chest as you sit side-by-side. Invested in the sci-fi film, you don’t hear your grandma enter.
“What is the meaning of this?”
Neither of you bat an eye or pull away from each other, though Caleb looks over his shoulder acknowledging her with a nod. “She complained about her breasts hurtin’, gran. I’m helping her feel better.”
You nod, nuzzling your head deeper into his shoulder. “Yeah, gēge is helping.”
She steps closer to peer over the couch, her gaze scrutinizing the way Caleb's hands are currently cupping your bare breasts under your shirt. “This is not appropriate,” she hisses, disapproving. “No siblings should be touching each other that way.”
Analyzing your behaviour and recognizing that you are making no attempt to stop him, she exhales sharply through her nose. She meets Caleb’s eyes only to be met with a hard stare, his arm tightening around you possessively.
Choosing to back off, she pinches the bridge of her nose with a sigh and leaves. “Unbelievable.”
With her gone, Caleb relaxes and leans closer to you. “Can you believe that? She’s tryin’ to frame me as some kind of pervert or something.”
You hum, noncommittal.
“I know you’d do the same for me if I asked,” he continues. “She doesn’t get it, hm, baby sis?”
With a nod, you sigh in comfort. “Yeah. It’s what siblings do.”
synopsis. caleb gives into his desires
pairing. caleb x reader
tw/content. sibling incest, virginity loss, p in v
wc. 2.5k
masterlist ♱ ask
Caleb’s mind has been drifting into a darker and darker place ever since he’s been spending the summer with his younger sister.
Both of you have decided to spend two weeks of your break at your grandma's, as a chance to wind down from your rough university studies and to catch up with one another.
For the first couple of days it has been nothing but blissful for Caleb, getting to hear you ramble about school, new friends, parties, drama. Listening to you complain about how you had to start doing things for yourself since your big brother wasn’t there to do it for you. And on top of that…
Boys.
Caleb’s eyebrow twitches at the thought. The mere image of seeing his sweet baby sister kissing–no, holding another man’s hand has him seeing red.
Of course, none of the men you’ve met have gotten very far with you, he made sure of that.
But the urge he has felt over the past week has him doubling over in the safe confines of his bedroom, cock throbbing in his boxers.
“Are you even listening to me?”
Caleb turns towards you, nodding his head. “Yeah, you need your shirt by Friday, right?”
“Yup,” you reply. You’re enjoying the ice cream cone that he bought you, the melting dessert running down your fingers as you lick the sides. “Can you do my laundry for me?”
“Of course pips,” Caleb stretches, averting his eyes. “Leave it to me.”
–
The ceiling fan is all Caleb can hear as it fights against the humid air. He lies on his back in nothing but a t-shirt and boxers, one arm thrown over his eyes and the other resting on his stomach. He’s been staring at the same crack in the wall for forty minutes.
The house is quiet. Grandma went to bed at nine, same as every night since they were kids. The floorboards still creak in some places, the AC unit in the room next to him rattles as it usually does.
But nothing is the same. Not this summer.
Caleb’s jaw tightens as he shifts on the mattress, the friction of cotton against his cock making him hiss through his teeth. He’s half hard. Has been for the past three nights, ever since you and Caleb went to the pool together.
He spent that night in the shower, palm braced against the wet tile, jerking himself raw with the water scalding down his back. He imagines your body beneath him, back arching and lips parting to moan his name. Moaning for her big brother. Your pussy clenching around his cock, squeezing him tight as he makes you cum for the hundredth time.
He came so hard he nearly put a fist through the wall. And then he did it again the next night.
And the night after that.
Tonight, he’s out of restraint.
Caleb sits up, running a hand over his face and drags his palm down his jaw. When he opens his eyes, the room is still dark and you’re still sleeping a room away, wearing that tanktop that barely fits you tonight because it was “too hot, gēge, I’m dying.”
He saw you in it when you said goodnight. The thin straps over your shoulder, the fabric hugging your curves a little too tightly, barely containing your breasts. Your nipples stiffening from the constant friction of the shirt, forming peaks that he can see so, so clearly.
You’re not a kid anymore.
Despite the fact that he knows you can survive without him now, capable of taking care of yourself, he can’t help but think of the sweet girl he grew up with.
He stands, letting his feet touch the cold floor. Not bothering with pants he exits out his bedroom and into the hallway, avoiding the creaks in the floorboards. He stops outside your door.
There’s a sliver of light underneath. You’ve always slept with the lamp on ever since you were little, something he used to tease you for. He would leave his own door cracked just in case you felt the need for your big brother to protect you, letting you slip under the covers of his bed.
Caleb knocks gently, before opening the door.
You’re curled on your side, hand tucked under your cheek. The lamp casts a warm glow over your face, a mix of the lighting and your relaxed features making you look younger and less stressed.
The tanktop you’re wearing has ridden up, the hem bunched below your soft tits, exposing the skin of your stomach. Caleb lets himself look, his body on fire.
He shuts the door behind him, and you slowly start to stir. You make eye contact with him, eyes hazy with sleep and unfocused. “Gēge? What time is it?”
“Late,” he replies, voice rough. He clears his throat. “Couldn’t sleep.”
You hum sympathetically, patting the empty space beside you. “Bad dream?”
“Yeah.” He sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he lies on his back. You shift closer, seeking his warmth, the way you had done since you were kids. The same way you always did, trusting him. Fuck, his cock hurts.
“You’re tense,” you murmur. You press your head to his chest. “Your heart is going so fast.”
“Mhm.”
The look you give him makes him ache, wondering if you understand the tension between the both of you right now, if you have the vocabulary to describe it.
“Big brother? Are you okay?” Your voice is soft, almost uncertain. “Gēge–”
“Shh.” Caleb presses his forehead to yours, eyes closed and breathing ragged. “I’m going to show you something, sis. Something that feels good, but you have to trust me.”
Your fingers clutch onto the fabric of his shirt, not pushing him away. Good.
“I always trust you.”
Caleb opens his eyes. You’re looking at him, wide-eyed, uncertain, but willing. He knows you don't know what you’re agreeing to, doesn’t understand that the brother you trust is about to take something from you that you can never get back.
With a shaky breath Caleb leans forward, barely pressing his lips to yours. He feels you freeze in his hold, your breath catching against his mouth. But you don’t push him away regardless.
He pulls back, looking at you. Your eyes are wide, confused in a way that makes his chest ache and his cock throb at the same time. There's a glossy sheen to your lips. He wants to kiss you again.
“Big brother, what was that for?” He doesn’t answer, and instead cups your jaw, thumb tracing your cheekbone as he kisses you again.
This time his tongue slides along the seam of your lips, coaxing, asking for entry. You make a startled, soft sound, letting your mouth open under his. Caleb’s heart tightens as he watches your instinct win over your confusion, and trust win over your fear.
The only thing he can hear in his mind is mine. Caleb knows you’ve never been kissed before, nobody ever getting the chance to explore your mouth with their tongue. Not even a peck. It makes him keen with possessive pride.
Caleb shifts his weight and rolls over you, settling between your thighs. You look up at him from beneath, eyes half-lidded, trusting, and pliant.
He could take you right now. Could shove your shorts down, pushing himself inside, take what he’s been dreaming about every night. You wouldn’t stop him, knowing your big brother would never hurt you.
But he wants you to know. To know what’s happening, even if you can’t explain it. Caleb wants you to choose him, the way he’s already chosen you.
“Baby sis,” he rasps. His fingertips intimately trail down your throat, over your collarbones, and down to the hem of your tank top. “Can I take this off?”
Caleb watches you swallow, chest rising and falling with each breath. Your nipples are hard beneath the fabric.
“Yes,” you lick your lips. “Will you explain what’s happening?”
He freezes, the innocence in your voice stopping him. “I’m going to make you feel good, baby sister.” He hooks a finger under the strap of your top, pulling it down your shoulder. “The way only I can. Will you let gēge do that for you?”
“Yes, I trust you.” It’s said without hesitation, the way you’ve said it a thousand times. When he taught you how to ride a bike, walked you to school.
Caleb pulls the strap down on the other shoulder. The top slides, pooling at your waist, exposing your perfect, soft breasts. You make a small sound, out of embarrassment maybe, your hands coming up to cover yourself.
“No.” Caleb catches both your wrists with one hand, pinning them above your head. “Don’t hide from me, let big brother see you, sis.”
Caleb glances down to see a wet patch that has seeped through your panties, staining your shorts. Fuck, he’s spent too many nights alone with your panties. Compared to that, this is heaven.
“Gēge, I’m scared.” Of course. Caleb knows he has always kept you sheltered.
“I know.” Caleb kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose, before settling for the corner of your lips. “I’ve got you, let big brother take care of you.”
You tilt your head up, as if giving a silent offering.
Caleb groans, low and rough as he lets his tongue sweep around your mouth, tasting you. Your arms wrap around him, clinging to the fabric draped across his back.
He rolls his hips against you, letting you feel what you do to him. The thick outline of his cock presses against your thigh, your eyes going wide when you feel it.
“Is that…?”
“Yeah,” he breathes out. “ That’s what you do to me, lil’ sis. Every time you walk by in those little shorts, or whenever you call my name.” He grinds against you, slowly introducing you to what he has hidden beneath his boxers.
“I didn’t know,” you whisper. “I also didn’t know it–we could be like this.”
“We can,” Caleb assures you, tugging your shorts down. He slides them down past your knees before tossing them off the bed, landing somewhere in the dark.
The panties you’re wearing are cute, comfortable, with a little bow in the centre. Ah, fuck. He’s aching to be inside you, to taste you.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
You nod. “Aches.”
“Where?” Caleb rubs circles on the elastic, watching you squirm. “Use your words like a big girl, lil’ sis.”
You make a frustrated sound, so achingly familiar he almost laughs.
“Touch my pussy, big brother. Please.”
The dirty words that fall from your mouth send a surge of heat through him, so intensely he sees white. His hand slides down to cup you through the cotton, groaning at the wet heat of you.
Your back arches and your hand flies to his wrist, holding him in place. Caleb presses down on the damp fabric, rubbing circles slowly. “Good, sis?”
“Yes,” you tremble, stuttering over your words, wrecked.
Caleb pulls the waistband of your panties, letting them dangle from one knee. You’re bare beneath him now, spread and innocent.
He pulls his own shirt over his head, watching your eyes trail his sculpted chest down to the dark hair near his lower stomach, where it disappears into the waistband of his boxers.
Caleb then pushes his boxers past his hips, revealing his cock. It springs free, thick and aching, the head already slick and beading with precum.
Your lips part. “Is that… going to fit?”
Caleb laughs, wrapping a hand around himself as he strokes once, slowly, watching you watch him.
“Don’t worry, baby sister.” He leans down, letting his length press against your thigh, hot and heavy. “Big brother will make it fit in that cute lil’ cunny.”
You swallow as Caleb lines himself up. The head of his cock presses against the tight, impossibly small entrance to your cunt.
“Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop.”
The first inch draws a sharp cry from your lips, fingers clutching his shoulders as he holds himself there.
“Big brother,” you whimper. “It hurts.”
“I know, you’re taking me so well. Your pussy is stretching so nicely around your big brother’s cock.” Caleb presses a kiss to your temple.
With a nod of your head, Caleb slides in deep until the entirety of his length buries into your pussy. Each thrust is deep, the bed creaking with the slow rhythm.
As soon as moans start to tumble past your lips, Caleb takes it as a sign to quicken his pace, driving into your pussy harder. The clenching of your tight cunt makes Caleb stutter, the pace of his hips becoming rough and harsh.
“You like that, baby sis?” He pounds into you, hitting that spot over and over. “You like your big brother fucking you? No one else is ever going to be able to feel this. You’re too good for them, anyway. Always have been.”
“H-huh?” Caleb feels you clench around him tighter at his words.
“Fuck, I’m not even wearing a condom,” he groans as he ruts into your warmth. “Letting your big brother fuck your cunny raw.”
“Yes, gēge,” you barely form sentences, eyes rolling back. “I don’t–something feels funny…!”
“Cum for me,” he rasps, reaching deep to slide against your sweet spot. “Cum on your big brother’s cock, let me feel you.”
Caleb feels you flutter around him before you come undone. Your back lifts off the mattress as you reach your climax, walls milking his slick length as he continues to fuck you into overstimulation.
“I’m gonna cum,” Caleb stutters, hips pushing as deep as he can. “Gonna cum in your womb, okay lil’ sis? You’ll let me, right? Can I leave it inside of you? Let your big brother fuck his babies into you?”
You nod and whine in overstimulation, squirming beneath him. “Yes…! Please, inside, gēge…!”
Biting his bottom lip at your filthy words, Caleb follows you over the edge, burying himself deep inside you and spilling into your warm cunt with a groan.
He stays there for a second, savouring the feeling as his cock pulses and softens in your tight haven. The only sounds you can hear are heavy breathing and the AC rattling. Somewhere down the hall, your grandma sleeps, oblivious.
Caleb presses his lips to your hair. “Mine.”
“Yours, gēge.” You’re boneless beneath him, curled against his chest. He holds you through the night, enjoying the warm hold your cunt offers him as you sleep.
In the morning, he’ll have to face what he’s done. But for now, he lets himself have her.
synopsis. you want a job? caleb will make sure you get one
pairing. caleb x reader
tw/content. brother/sister, incest, oral, facial
wc. 2.8k
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The day you told Caleb you wanted to look for a job, he couldn’t understand it.
Has he not been able to take care of you better than most can? Are you not satisfied with the clothes he has been buying for you, even when you’ve picked almost every single piece out yourself? Are you mad at him?
The fridge is constantly stocked with your favourite snacks, he paid every bill, and he even made sure you never wanted for anything. He must be lacking.
Caleb remembers the moment clear as day.
“Gēge,” you prance into the living room, bouncing on your tip-toes. “Can you pretend to be a non-relative reference? I’m finally looking for a job!”
Caleb looks up at you with furrowed brows, processing your words. “A job?” he echoes. “Oh, so now we’re crackin’ jokes? Pip-squeak, don’t I already buy whatever you want, whenever?”
“You do, I know,” you slide into his lap, absentmindedly scrolling through your socials as if you didn’t just crush his heart. His hand slithers around your waist to pull you close, resting on your hip. “But I want to help!”
But you belong here, in his lap. “I told you you’d never need to work a day in your life,” Caleb mutters, pressing his nose into your hair. “And that hasn’t and will not ever change. Work is not as fun as you might think it is.”
“Am I not allowed?” You toss your phone to the side, looking up at him. …Curse your pretty eyes and fluttering lashes. “Are you saying no to me?”
“What? No, it’s just that—”
“You never say no to me.”
You’re right. Caleb really can’t say no to you.
Stress eats away at him as he pushes his chair back and throws his colonel hat to the side, dragging a hand down his face with a grunt. His baby. What kind of brother would he be if he made his baby sister work?
He has to do something about this.
—
“Caleb, I just got a call back and they decided to hire me!” You jump into his arms and he spins you around, basking in your joyish giggles. Ah, he hopes the day you won’t need his praise and attention never comes. “I guess my interview went as well as I thought!”
“That’s great, pips. We’ll need to celebrate.” Caleb places you down into one of the dining chairs and continues to cook breakfast, grinning. “I’m so proud of you.”
“I’m so excited,” you chatter as you swing your legs cutely. Caleb’s heart feels like it’s going to combust with how innocent and unknowing you are. You look beautiful like this, waking up in the house he paid for, wearing pajama pants he paid for, soon to be eating the food he paid for. “It’s a high-paying job, and I get to do easy stuff! I’m going to be a personal assistant,” you sing. “I’m gonna do the best job ever.”
“I know you will,” Caleb nods. “When do you start?” Tuesday.
“Tuesday,” you rest your chin in your palm, tapping your nails against the table. “They said for the first couple days they’ll teach me everything. I hope my boss is nice.”
“Who knows,” Caleb hums. “I mean, if he- they are terrible, you can just quit and relax at home again.”
“Caaaleb,” you whine. “I’m not going to be that easy to break. I’ll deal with it.”
“I know, honey.” His grip tightens around the ladle and he exhales slowly through his nose, steadying himself. Your determination and excitement unfairly makes something twist unpleasantly in his chest.
“You don’t have to be so worried,” you tease. “I’m a big girl now.”
Caleb slides a bowl of congee towards you. “Pí dàn?”
“Yes please,” you say as you top your bowl with scallion and cut up yóu tiáo. “What am I supposed to wear? I don’t have anything like… office clothes.”
Caleb huffs a laugh. “We’ll go shopping later,” he says easily. He knows you will be given a uniform, but he wouldn’t give up the chance to take you out and spoil you.
“Really?” Your eyes light up and it hits him all over again with how easy it is to make you happy.
“Of course.”
“Oh! And they said I’d be working closely with my boss,” you add. “All the time. Scheduling, organizing, stuff like that.” You tilt your head. “Sounds kinda important, right?”
“Very important.”
You beam, clearly pleased with yourself. “See? I knew it! They must’ve really liked me. Do you think they’ll be strict? Or super serious all the time? That's what I see in movies.”
“Maybe,” he says slowly, trying to answer all of your questions. “But… I think if you do what you’re told, you won’t have any problems.”
Nodding thoughtfully, you shove more food into your mouth. “That’s easy. I can do that.”
The way you take all his words to heart makes him smile. He knows you can do it.
You hop off the chair, energy rejuvenated as you push your bowl away with a satisfied sigh. “Okay, let’s go shopping. I’ll go get ready!”
Caleb watches you round the table and lets out a ‘oof’ when you hug him tightly.
“Thanks for always helping me, gēge.”
His body stills before he forcibly makes himself relax, resting a hand on your head. “Always.”
—
You spilled coffee near the photocopier again.
He can hear your flustered scrambling and the reassurance of his employees behind his office door. They do their best to help you out without being too friendly with you, fearful of Caleb’s stern eyes they can feel burning into their backs.
“I’m so sorry!” He listens to your honey-sweet voice, frantic and stumbling as you attempt to correct your mistakes. So cute.
Once you’ve situated yourself, Caleb glances down at the messed up scheduling you had handed him an hour prior.
“Liam,” his voice rings through the echoing room. “Fix the scheduling errors and hand it back to me in an hour. Also, write up a report on how she has been doing for the past week. Note anything that needs my immediate attention.”
With a wordless bow, Liam hastily exits with the incorrectly done schedules. That’s the third time this week. His employees have had to work extra hard to make up for the small mistakes you have made, but he also knows no one would dare speak up about it. Or complain.
No matter, Caleb thinks. He’d rather this than have you subjected to terrible work conditions elsewhere. A shiver runs down his spine when he thinks of you working at a cafe, with creepy old men staring at his pretty girl.
There’s a playful knock on the door and Caleb straightens up, lips quirking up.
“I have your coffee, Colonel!” You’re clumsily opening the door, holding a tray of coffee, and an apple strudel.
“I told you not to call me that, pips.” He gratefully takes the mug from you, sipping it and giving you an appreciative nod. “It’s perfect, as always. Thank you.”
“I’m glad,” you beam. “And I know, but we’re at work. Shouldn’t I call you by your title? Everyone else is.”
“You’re not everyone else,” Caleb says slowly. “...Would you listen to me if I gave it to you as an order?”
“As Colonel?”
He hums.
“I guess,” you blink, circling the desk to stand close to him. “I can’t believe you hired me and didn’t tell me… so embarrassing. By the way, were the schedules okay? I think I’m getting the hang of them.”
“Yep, good work,” Caleb affectionately pats your head, smoothing your hair down. “Do you want to take a break now? Sit, have this pastry.”
“I haven’t done much today,” you protest. “Don’t go easy on me just because I’m your sister, Caleb.”
“I know, I know,” he sighs. “Okay. Can you sort the files here by date for me? You can do them here.”
“Okay!”
As you hum to yourself Caleb takes in your appearance. You’re wearing a uniform, clad in dark colours just like himself. As much as he doesn’t like it or want to admit it, you look good in the uniform. His eyes can’t help but wander from your face down to your breasts, darting to your ass when you turn around.
God, you’re so unaware. Such a distraction, yet you don’t even know it. That every subtle shift of fabric when you move catches his eye. When you lean forward and your breasts bounce, peaks perking through the material, it makes his cock stir.
You really have such an effect on him.
“Is this right?” Your voice pulls Caleb out of his blatant staring, but he’s grateful for the interruption. There is a file in your hand, brows furrowed in confusion.
“Come here.” You step closer without hesitation. Caleb pushes his chair back, patting his lap. “I’ll show you.”
You plop into his lap, rambling as you show the multiple papers in your hand. He deliberately brushes his fingers against yours, speaking slowly into your ear. You smell sweet, like apples.
“For the dates,” he points to the top corner. “...you need to check the stamp here. Not the printed label.”
“Oh,” you nod, leaning forward to see what he means. “Thanks Caleb!”
“Mhm.” As soon as you stand up Caleb misses your warmth. Perhaps he should come up with an excuse that keeps you in his arms. A sharp knock interrupts the silence.
“Enter.”
Liam steps inside, posture straight, and expression carefully neutral as he approaches the desk. He places the corrected schedules down without a word, alongside the neatly stapled report.
“Hi Liam!” You enthusiastically wave from where you’re standing.
Liam nods to you, paying you no extra attention. Caleb picks up the file and scans the page.
Performance: Inconsistent
Accuracy: Below standard
Adaptability: Improving
Disposition: Cooperative, eager to please
All stats… he completely expected.
“Anything else?” Caleb asks without looking up.
Liam hesitates briefly. “No, sir.” Hm… a lie. Caleb can feel it, but he lets it go for now.
“Leave.”
Once the door closes, Caleb gathers the reports and slips them into a drawer. He looks over to you; you’re still humming to yourself and working. Completely unaware that every mistake you make is quietly being erased before it reaches anyone else. You were never really meant to fail here.
“Pips,” he calls. You perk up instantly, like a puppy, he thinks amusedly. “Come here for a second.”
“Yes? Need something?”
“Gēge is feelin’ stressed,” he hums. “Still wanna help your boss out?”
“Always!” You give him a playful salute, almost making him feel bad for the request he’s about to make.
“C’mere.” Caleb leans back. “Sit there, yeah?” He gestures to the floor in front of him. Fuck, his cock is stirring just thinking about it. Thinking about you between his legs, teeth clumsily pulling down his zipper, trying so hard to please him.
You lower yourself before him, knees brushing the edge of his shoes before you settle. There’s a flicker of uncertainty in your posture, but you stay still, looking up at him for instructions.
“Haah, you don’t even think about it, pips, do you?”
“Think about what?”
Caleb’s eyes don’t leave your face. “What it means to be lookin’ at me like that. From down there.”
Your breath hitches, hands itching to hold some part of him. So needy, his precious little sister.
“I just wanted to help,” you say quietly.
“You are,” Caleb assures you, lips twitching. “Can you help gēge relieve some stress?”
You swallow tightly, starting to squirm. Caleb watches you think before nodding, leaning forward. “I want to help.”
“So eager,” he coos, brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. “I’ll up your pay for today since you're such a good girl, workin’ so hard.”
Your lips quiver as you settle between his legs, keening at his praise. “I… yes! I’m doing my best to be good.”
“Yeah? Big brother can tell.” He slides a soothing hand down your hair, brushing it away from your face. “My star employee, such a good personal assistant. Such a good lil’ sister.”
Your cheeks are flushed, clearly needy for his attention. Caleb licks his lips, drinking in the view as he watches you melt, subconsciously leaning into his warmth.
“Can you unzip my pants for me, baby?” You nod, fingers reaching forward.
“Ah-ah,” Caleb tuts. “Y’know how.”
You whine, tilting your head forward to catch his zipper between your teeth. “Sorry,” he hears your muffled voice, thick with arousal.
“Big brother knows you are,” he coos. You manage to unzip his pants, sitting back on your knees to look up at him.
“What is it, pips?”
“Can I… can I take it out?” Cute.
“Take what out? Use your words, like a big girl.”
“Your cock,” you say shyly, tilting your head. “Please? Gēge, I want to make you feel good.”
Fuck, Caleb groans, his length twitching in his boxers. “Yeah, go ahead. Help big brother feel good, okay? The way you usually do at home.”
He might go insane if you don’t act quickly. His erection is straining against the fabric at the reminders of all the times he’s had those pretty lips around his cock.
Caleb watches with heavy, dark eyes as your hands tremble while hooking into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down to free his massive, leaking cock. It springs up, heavy and thick, slapping against his stomach. The sight of you leaning in with such innocent, eager intention nearly breaks him.
“Big brother,” you breathe out.
He winces, almost embarrassed at how much pre-cum is leaking out of his tip, all because of how arousing it is to watch his little sister give his cock attention. The slick slips down your hand, coating your palm and fingers with sticky fluid.
Caleb brushes his thumb over your cheek. He sees the way your mind is going fuzzy, cock-dumb and overwhelmed by his dirty words. “That’s it, barely coherent, aren’t you.”
He drifts his thumb down to the corner of your mouth, wiping your drool. “C’mon lil’ sis, open your mouth for me.”
Caleb watches your jaw slacken obediently, your pretty lips parting to reveal your wet tongue and the saliva pooling inside. It’s the most erotic sight he’s ever seen. He presses his thumb against your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly. "Good girl. Wider, pips."
You open wider for him, and Caleb rewards your obedience by slipping the silky head of his cock past your parted lips.
A guttural groan tears from his throat the moment his thick, leaking head breaches your warm, wet mouth. The sight of your swollen lips stretching wide around his girth is filthy. He keeps one hand gently on the back of your head, guiding you as his hips twitch slightly. "That's it... take big brother's cock, pips..."
The feeling of your tongue lathering saliva all over the underside of his cock has him seeing stars, hips twitching. “Fuck, mmph.”
Each muffled whimper and groan from you sends vibrations against his sensitive length, sending jolts through his body.
You have yet to move your hands from your lap, eyes closed and concentrated on making him feel good. Your big brother feel good.
When he feels your tongue drag along the vein decorating the underside of his shaft, his eyes squeeze shit tightly. “Sis, I’m gonna…haah…cum. I’m so close. Keep doing that with your tongue. Mhm, yeah, just like you do at home.”
His abdomen tenses, head falling back against his chair as your tongue tortures the sensitive vein. Your obedience to please him using only your mouth amplified the sensations, indefinitely making everything feel more intense.
“Mèi mei,” he clenches his eyes shut, panting. You haven’t even come up for a break yet. Guess he’s trained you well.
Caleb groans when you swallow around him. He feels his orgasm rapidly approaching, balls drawing up tight.
“Pull back,” Caleb gasps. “Gonna cum on your face, lil’ sis.”
He expects you to pull back completely, but you only pull back enough to let his thick cock head rest against your lips. The sight of his massive shaft pulsing and leaking against your pretty face makes him lose it.
His hand tightens around your hair, his other wrapping around his base to steady his jerking cock. Thick, salty ropes of hot cum explode from his tip, splattering semen across your lips, nose and cheeks.
“Fuuuck,” Caleb drawls, grunting as his hand flies along his length. His breaths come in ragged gasps as he watches his cum drip down your cheeks and chin. Erotic.
“Pip-squeak?” His voice is raspy from overuse. “I think that’s enough work experience. Why don’t I take you back home? I need you sitting pretty there, waiting for me at home more than I need you here.”
