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theatheologist

Jun 10

shaozs

repeat after me

sylus x reader & caleb x reader

“I thought you didn’t like Grandma, Caleb. Shouldn’t you be happy?”

"I don’t. But anything is better than him,” he points at the man, who only smirks and drinks the rest of his wine.

Caleb hates Sylus, your new guardian. And Sylus can't help but make things even worse.

5.5k; tagged canon divergence au, grooming, psuedo-incest, daddy & gege kink, dubcon, cucking, degradation

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ full fic under the cut and on ao3

excerpt; “I’m Sylus,” he introduced in a deep, rich voice. His right eye glimmered a slightly brighter shade of crimson than the left. “I guess your grandmother has finally caved in on letting me watch over you two.”

Caleb hated him instantly. You haven't seen him happy since.

a/n; please please please heed the warnings. everyone is super horrible to each other in this and this is not a great fic for caleb. he suffers 110% . please click out if you feel like this fic isn’t for you.

You had wondered how long it would take for Caleb to finally snap. The answer was four months.

Your older brother has been acting up ever since Josephine essentially abandoned and dropped you two off in front of a grand skyscraper in the middle of the N109 Zone. "For your better protection," were her last words to you before she up and left.

Other than Caleb, Josephine was the closest thing you could even remember to family, so you were inclined to believe her regardless. You were well aware of Caleb's disdain over your previous guardian for reasons that remain unknown, so you originally thought that the change of scenery would be welcomed by him. And you had every right to believe that he'd be thrilled, the initial surprise and uncertainty almost immediately simmering down as he began to get along and have fun with the twins that also stayed at the tower, playing video games with them and messing with the neverending amount of cool stuff that occupied the expanse of Onychinus' headquarters during the first week and a half of your stay.

Until your true caretaker finally came home.

Your warden stood tall, an easily intimidating face sporting a conniving smile, as if things were falling into place for him. “I’m Sylus,” he introduced in a deep, rich voice. His right eye glimmered a slightly brighter shade of crimson than the left. “I guess your grandmother has finally caved in on letting me watch over you two.”

Caleb hated him instantly. You haven't seen him happy since.

In contrast, you had warmed up to him rather quickly. While initially wary thanks to Sylus’ cryptic wordings and the implications he was making behind them, it was hard not to fall under his charming spell. He was always at your beck and call, getting absolutely anything you wanted, and you assumed he would be at Caleb’s as well, if the boy ever gave him a chance to be.

The apex of the boy’s frustrations finally hit tonight as the three of you sat together for a late dinner. Sylus had commented on something, so insignificant that you had immediately forgotten and dismissed it, but he said it in a tone just irritating enough to Caleb that it made him stand up and slam his fists onto the luxurious marble table. “Let me leave. I don’t like being here. I don’t like you.”

“As I’ve said many times,” Sylus tilts his head, swirling a dwindling glass of wine, unbothered. “You can do what you wish. It’s not you whose safety has been compromised. You just happen to be… part of the package.”

“You’re literally a wanted criminal. You’re not scared that I’ll report you the moment I step out of this place?”

“Why would I be scared?” He raises an eyebrow. “I’d bring you back here and lock you up for good before you even had a chance to open your mouth. If she didn’t care about you so much, I would just kill you.”

“Mr. Sylus!” You interrupt with a gasp. “Y-you don’t have to do that. Caleb won’t tell on you. You’ve been a good host and he’ll come around eventually. Won’t you, Caleb?”

“No.”

Sylus ignores Caleb entirely. “Thank you for your confidence, kitten.”

“Enough with that fucking pet name. Pips, you don’t think he’s out of his mind?!”

“For what?!” You exclaim, tired of your brother’s shit behavior. “Taking care of us when Gran couldn’t? Feeding us whatever we want at any time? Getting us anything we ask for even when he has no obligation to?!”

“Oh, I’m sure he has his reasons. Wanna guess what they are?”

You scoff and answer in Sylus’ stead, “He’s helping to keep us safe. I thought you didn’t like Grandma, Caleb. Shouldn’t you be happy?”

“I don’t. But anything is better than him,” he points at the man, who only smirks and drinks the remainder of his wine. “Haven’t you ever wondered about what he and Gran are ‘keeping us safe’ from? For all we know, we’re getting trafficked.”

“There’s a reason you two do not remember your childhood,” Sylus says, succinct.

“And as far as I can tell, that could very well be your fault!” Caleb slams his fist into the nearby wall, the force amplified by his evol leaving a cracked dent in the extravagant paneling.

“Caleb!”

“Be careful of what you break,” Sylus says as he uses his own abilities to mend it back into order, as if nothing had ever happened. “You couldn’t work your whole life to pay me back if you damaged some of the things in this room. If you’re going to be destructive and violent, you know where the boxing gym is.”

Caleb storms out without another word. Whether he heeds Sylus’ advice or not is unclear, leaving you and Sylus in a few awkward moments of silence until his silhouette has disappeared. Sylus looks to you once it does. “You’ll learn in due time, if you don’t remember it on your own. That’s all I can offer you at the moment.”

“That’s okay,” you nod, understanding what Sylus is trying to say. Whatever it is, you knew it was bad. Sometimes you believe that you might even be better off being left in the dark forever. “I’m so sorry about him, Mr. Sylus. I hope he warms up to you one day.”

“Don’t worry, kitten. It doesn’t really matter if he does or not.”

“Still,” you argue, extending an arm so that your small hand rests on his wrist. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for us and I don’t want to think I’m taking your kindness for granted.”

At that, Sylus puts on a genuine smile, one that you find very handsome. “I know you don’t. What do you think of tiramisu for dessert?”

You think back to the one and only time Josephine contacted you. It was a month into your stay, and when Luke had handed your brother the phone, Caleb immediately pressed for answers regarding your situation and tried to convince her to take you two back. She only had a simple reply.

“I’m sorry. I’m still trying to… figure it out myself. It’s not easy at my age. I promise, you two are really in the only place you are safe to be in right now. So please, bear it for me until I can take you back.”

When she hung up without waiting for a reply, you both came to the conclusion that you probably wouldn’t see her for a very, very long time.

You sigh as you walk down the hall and up a flight of stairs, full from the decadent tiramisu that Sylus’ chef ended up bringing out.

Shaking your head and wondering what you could say or do to get Caleb out of this self-inflicted funk, your thoughts are interrupted as a strong force pins you against the wall the moment you close the door of your bedroom.

“Caleb—” you hiss. Your body is dwarfed as your brother presses himself up against your back.

“Does he think he can take you away from me, pips?” he all but growls, his hands making their way down your hips and under the fabric of your shorts and panties, pulling both of them down to your knees in one go.

“He’s not trying to—” your defense is interrupted when Caleb momentarily releases his bruising grip on one hand to give your now-bare ass a loud thwack! “Gege!”

“Are you dumb, or just pretending to be?” He manhandles you to the bed, bending you down. When your stomach touches the cool sheets, Caleb lets go to slide his pants down. “Can’t you tell? He wants to fuck you.”

You snap your neck at him, squinting your eyes at the statement. “He does not. He’s like our dad.”

But to be honest, you’re not blind to how Sylus acts towards you. His sweet, alluring demeanor is a sharp contrast to the aloofness he shows Caleb in response to the boy’s incessant rudeness. A bit too…intimate to be purely paternal in a traditional sense, though you sees traits of that as well. All to say that you don't believe what you’re saying either.

Caleb actually pauses at that. “I’m your brother, pips.” He says it slow and dragged out, as if you wouldn’t understand otherwise.

“So what?”

He gestures to his now-free cock. Somehow, it’s still hardening. “We fuck.”

“And?”

“And?! You’re being ignorant on purpose at this point.”

“Caleb, I don’t like when you’re mean to me,” you pout, but the beat of your pulse starts to pick up all the same.

He leans down so that he’s nuzzling into your neck. “Tsk, I’m not trying to be, meimei. It’s just—he clearly has ulterior motives with you and it seems like you don’t mind.”

“Is it really that bad if I don’t?”

“Yes, because you’re supposed to be mine.”

“I—I don’t belong to anyone, Caleb.”

At that, he bullies his cock into you like he’s trying to prove otherwise. It’s not a smooth glide—his large size makes it a painful breach past the rim of your cunt that causes you to cry out in pain.

“Right now, you’re under me,” Caleb grits out through his teeth as he starts fucking you at a punishing pace, one that will surely leave you sore for days afterward. “And not him. Isn’t that funny.”

You don't dignify him with a response. After all, you’d be a liar if you said that you had never thought about it before.

You wondered how Sylus’ large hands, calloused from violence, would feel if they explored the expanse of your body. If the figure under his expensive clothes is just as sinful as his face.

And if you’d ever have a chance to find out.

Your mind is elsewhere when Caleb’s breath starts to stutter as he nears his climax, as his arms tighten to box your head in between them.

“M’close, pips—” he stammers, until his breathing stops entirely and you feel a familiar warmth begin to flood the base of your stomach.

Caleb pulls out with a loud groan, and his spend recklessly seeps into the silk bedsheets. You’ve berated him about it before, not wanting to burden the building’s cleaners with the shameful task of cleaning the stains, but as he usually is about anything related to Onychinus and Sylus, he simply doesn’t care.

“I’m just trying to look out for us, meimei,” Caleb says as he tugs his sweats back up into place. He reaches back down to ruffle your hair. “I’ll come back once he leaves for work, okay?”

You can only take a minute to just lay there in shock, right where he’s left you to go god knows where.

Originally, when your relationship started growing past being just ‘siblings,’ you easily forgave his lack of reciprocity because at least he was trying, and that it wasn’t his fault he was inexperienced. You were each others’ firsts after all. But now, you feel like his negative feelings about your whole situation is teetering it more towards something covered in what could almost be called malice. Neglect. And you bet he doesn’t even realize it.

Your mind betrays Caleb even further when a voice in the back of your head says that Sylus wouldn’t do that.

The older man has been extremely attentive to your every whim these past few months. When you told him that your dream was to work as a hunter, he immediately dove into extensive combat training and lessons pertaining to wanderers and protocores, dedicating hours of his busy days to help you realize it. You only found out later from the twins that Sylus was on the top of their most wanted list with a bounty so high you couldn’t count the zeroes.

So in the grand scheme of things, if all of that effort and then some was just him trying to woo you, you can’t say you feel bad about falling for it.

You pitifully drag yourself to the ensuite bathroom to wash up. Half an hour later and you’ve cleaned yourself to the best of your ability and have laid back down to blankly stare at the ceiling, your sentiments regarding your brother have declined even further.

To make it even worse, for some inexplicable reason, you’re still horny. You give it to Caleb, at least he’s done a good job getting you worked up.

Not bothering to put on a new set of clothes after getting out of the shower, your hand trails down your naked torso until your fingertips start to ghost over your clit. Though your heart’s not in it, mind elsewhere, so even when you add a bit more force to your fingers as they make their small circles, your thoughts distract you enough for it to not really do anything.

You truly could not understand why Caleb hated Sylus so much.

Is it just because Sylus wants to fuck you? Is that all?

It’s not like you and Caleb have ever talked about your relationship. There was an invisible barrier that stopped you two back when you were still staying with Josephine, and now, a very Sylus-shaped one as you reside in the heart of the N109 zone. You’ve never properly discussed what your actions meant and how it would affect your relationships with other people.

Would it really be so wrong?

You sigh for the nth time when that delicious peak has yet to begin bubbling after long minutes of diligent ministrations, thrashing your legs in frustration. You’re just about to give up and call it a night when someone knocks at your door.

You pause. The cleaners have already left for the night, and twins have been out of the base for the past few days on ‘business.’ Caleb probably wouldn’t be back so soon, so there only leaves one option.

You make the decision then and there to open the door in your current state.

With no preamble, you walk over to turn the knob, greeting the tall man. Sylus sported a neutral expression that immediately turns into a devilish smile once he processes what he’s looking at.

“Kitten.”

“Mr. Sylus,” is all you say in reply, leaning your bare hip against the doorframe.

“What a surprise to see you like this,” he murmurs, eyes roving all over your figure.

You stretch your hand out to gently caress the lapel of his suit, a nascence of an invitation. “...Is it?”

He takes a moment to watch as your delicate touch dances across his chest. “No. I suppose not entirely.”

“As I said earlier, I really appreciate what you do for us. Your actions don’t go unnoticed.”

His right eye begins to glow an eerie ruby hue in the dim lighting of the hallway. “I can see what you desire, sweetie. There is a lot of me in there. It seems that I’ve had a false impression of you and your brother’s relationship.”

You takes a slow exhale. Of course, he knew about you and Caleb.

No matter.

“You weren’t wrong.”

“I see,” Sylus doesn’t care either, then.

“So, are you going to do anything about it? What brings you here?”

“It was of no importance,” he dismisses, leaning down until his face is directly in front of you. You scent a hint of the wine he drank earlier. “What exactly do you want me to do to you?”

You take a moment to pretend to think about it, wanting to bask in your newfound closeness, a new boundary crossed. Wondering how exactly you should verbalize the strange predicament you’ve landed yourself in and what you wished out of it.

“I’ve been imagining…” you settle on. “What it would be like if you touched me.”

He gives you an immediate answer by wrapping a large arm around your waist. Your heart skips. “Oh? And do you think about that often?” He teases.

There’s no backing down now. You tilt your head down, bat your eyes back up at him through your eyelashes, playing into what you think he’s been trying to put down since he’s met you. “Yes, daddy.”

The smile on his face only grew bigger. Sinister. Like the transition to whatever this is was eventual regardless of how long it took. The pet name is even sweeter coming off your tongue than he expected.

In this way, you find that he can be quite predictable.

Only after you step into your room and the door is shut once more does he continue. “My, what would your brother think?”

“I’m a bit upset with him right now.” you explain, Sylus pursues you as you walk backwards until you’re sat on the bed.

You spread your legs. “He left me like this,” the obscene sight of the leftover cum that you couldn’t clean out of your pussy leaks right on top of the stain that was made earlier makes Sylus’ breath hitch. “And didn’t make me finish.”

You follow as Sylus lowers himself till his tie dangles over your throat. Eyes not leaving your naked form, he plants his hands on either side of your shoulders. “Mmm, I suppose it’s a mixture of guilt and inexperience that Caleb isn’t making you cum. That’s okay,” he hums. “Daddy can make you feel so much better. I've had plenty of practice. Just for you. Would you like that?”

You gulp, giving the man a small nod. With Sylus moving up to kneel on the bed, his hands advance to your body, one at the base of your ankle, slowly trailing it up your leg until it hooks onto the back of your knee and pushes down.

It nearly reaches your ear, and the stretch makes you whine out in surprise. His other hand finally finding its way to your cunt, plush and pulsing. He lightly drags his nails over your swollen nub, the sensation causing you to writhe.

“Sylus—”

“Shhh,” he coos softly. “Look at you. It’s so cute.”

You whimper as he starts out with slow circles. Belatedly, it sinks in as his large shadow bears over you that you’re now at the mercy of the most dangerous man on the planet.

That thought makes a shiver run down your spine in anticipation of what he might do with you. You try to clench your thighs together, your arousal leaking down. A perfect picture of sin.

Sylus admires it openly. “You’re so wet, kitten. Do you want me inside?”

“Yes, please—” you choke on your words. “Anything. Anything you want.”

“A dangerous thing to say to a greedy man,” he chuckles. “And if what I want is to watch you fall apart? Come undone from my touch?”

“Anything.”

“Then it’s good that when it comes to you,” he muses, two long, slender digits finally pushing in till the knuckle, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t give.”

You cry out at the feeling, the hunger that has been brewing for the last hour being drip-fed as they start to work their way in and out of you at a torturous pace, the depth drawing out the final remnants of Caleb’s cum in a vile froth.

“M-more,” you plead, hands coming up to grip the strong, veined arm holding your calf, scared for what you’re asking for, but asking all the same.

He presses down on your clit, and the delicious texture of his thumb makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. You don't know if it’s because you’ve been so high-strung or if Sylus just knows what he’s doing, but the way you feel like your body is on fire is something you’ve never felt before.

Your nails dent his skin with crescent moons, mesmerizing you as the red wisps of his evol dismiss the marks as you continue to make them. The new stimulation is joined by the fingers inside your starting to curl up until its pads graze the spot that instantly has you curling up and crying out, tightening and squirming in a way that only makes Sylus want to push you even further.

He entertains the idea. “Have you ever made a mess?”

Under the haze of arousal and your own inexperience, you don't quite comprehend what he’s asking, so you reply with a disjointed “N-no!” when the scarily fast approach of your climax is accompanied a strange feeling coiling in your gut, a feeling too similar to—

“I think you might right now, sweetie.”

And he’s proven correct when the levee finally breaks and your body is set alight, back arching off of the sheets as you cum shouting his name. Cunt gushing as Sylus continues to work you on his fingers until your release hits and soaks his trousers through.

“That’s it,” he groans as your screams wind down to pathetic little sobs that have his cock twitching in its confines. “So good. So good for me, kitten, like you always were.”

His praise continues as you take a moment to attempt to catch your breath, however in the midst of your efforts, Sylus’ attention turns elsewhere. You don't even notice the figure at your now-open door until the man above you addresses it. "How nice of you to finally join us."

You don't need to look to know who it is. “Gege!”

The younger boy’s eyes widen as he makes sense of the scene before him.

Drenched sheets, tangled hair, and the man he despises the most hovering over his precious, precious baby sister.

His evol reacts before his voice does, a heavy weight blanketing you before it fades just as fast when Sylus intervenes with his own abilities. His hand, still wet with your slick, gestures towards his direction until Caleb’s body is wrapped in dark tendrils. Perhaps too young and not practiced enough for his evol to be a formidable force in the face of the older man’s refined bonds and chains, he struggles to release himself from the immense restraints. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing with her?”

“Something that it seems you can’t achieve,” you wince at the sting of Sylus’ answer. Turning your head away to avoid what must be a heartbreaking expression.

“Is this because of earlier?” Caleb’s rage now tinged with a hint of remorse. “You’re letting him fuck you just because I left for a bit to cool down?”

“I haven’t fucked her yet,” Sylus continues to speak for you. “In fact, I was hoping you’d come back to watch.”

“Excuse me?!”

His evol wrestles Caleb as the younger boy thrashes violently, spewing curses as he’s forced to kneel at the foot of the bed, hands bound behind his back. A mere few feet from where you are still turned away from him.

While Caleb persists in his struggle, Sylus undoes his belt.

“I’ve tried my best to be accommodating to both of you, even though I promised only to take care of her,” Sylus explains as he continues to undress himself, throwing article after article of clothing as they go. “Why? Because she loves you and wants you around. Yet you fight me at every turn. I can tolerate that.”

His cock slips free, and you let out an involuntary wail at its intimidating size. Leaking as he takes a hold of it and situates it over your dripping slit. “But what I can’t tolerate is you using her, and not allowing her to use you in return.”

“That’s between me and her. You have no right to be involved.”

“Maybe I don’t, but she asked me to be. Didn’t you, kitten?” A delicate hand caresses your cheek. “Purred so sweetly for me.”

Only then do you finally look at your brother.

He’s an absolute mess. Heaving. Eyes watery. Torn clothes, battered with raw scratches and flushed an angry red. His purple eyes conveying flashes of contempt, rage, guilt, and more that you couldn’t fully describe.

But most humiliatingly, the growing tent in his sweatpants.

Perhaps it was the sight of you covered in a layer of glistening sweat, the post-orgasm bliss on your face that makes you look like you’re glowing. It is a much more dignifying answer to any other. Regardless, you like the look on him.

Sylus taps his cock against your cunt, your wetness causing soft plaplaplapsounds akin to a ticking clock in the heat of the tension, waiting for you to break the silence.

You glance back at Sylus. A dark haze over his eyes, the absolute fervor across his sharp features makes the whole situation all the more alluring, a tempting invitation to escalate even though the potential consequences are beginning to scare you.

“I did ask for it, daddy.”

“There you go,” he groans in approval. “That wasn’t so hard. You deserve a reward for your candor.”

“This is insane. Tell him to let me go, meimei, we can talk this out,” Caleb pleads to you.

“If she tells me to, I will,” Sylus shrugs as he looks down at you, tilting his head as his gaze lands back on his cock, idly resting in between your folds. “Do you want me to let him go, sweetie?”

You’re trembling. Yet, you stay damningly silent.

“Good girl.”

You make a pretty noise when Sylus’ hand feels its way up to your tits, a pathetic mewl when he tugs on a sharp peak. “Now remind us. Who's touching you now?"

“Daddy is touching me,” you reply without hesitation.

“Who is learning from him tonight?”

“Gege.”

“And where do you want me to put my cock?”

“Inside.”

The pity really starts to take shape in your heart when your little performance makes Caleb whimper. But Sylus, unapologetic, travels his hand further up until he grabs your jaw, turning it back to face him.

"Don’t feel guilty, kitten. Daddy's gonna show him how it's done, hm? Aren’t I so nice.”

He sinks the full length of his cock into you in one long thrust.

You and Caleb cry out at the same time, for different reasons. Not wanting to ruin the moment he’s been waiting so long for, Sylus expands his evol to cover the younger boy’s mouth, to shut him up even if only temporarily.

The initial stretch is painful, but smooth thanks to his work just minutes earlier. Sylus doesn’t wait for you to process before he starts up a consistent rhythm through your sobs. Not too fast nor slow. The swollen head of his cock languidly bumps into the wall of your cervix, and with every deep carve the balance leans more towards pleasure than pain.

“Taking me so well, pretty girl,” Sylus exhales, like he’s finally reached something that he’s been chasing for eons. “Just like I knew you would.”

“Ngghh, Sylus—”

“It’s been too long since I’ve been in here,” he says it into your ear like it’s a secret, a statement only meant for you and not the boy across the bed, whose muffled cries in protest only serve to work Sylus up even more.

It’s all just so much. You exert yourself trying to process the slew of emotions.

You feel horrible making Caleb watch this.

You feel amazing punishing him for his mistakes.

You feel reprehensible using Sylus to make your point.

But most overwhelmingly, thanks to your white-haired keeper, you feel unadulterated ecstasy.

“Daddy—”

“Hm?”

“L-let him speak.”

The tendril over his mouth dissipates almost instantly. “Pips!” Caleb screams. “This is so—you d-don’t have to go this far. Why did you go so far?”

Even if you weren't sprawled out right now, a tranquil haze fogging up your brain, you didn’t think you’d have an answer. But the lack of regret even now in the face of Caleb’s torment is telling.

“Sorry,” you cry out in intermittent squeaks. “Sorry, gege, I’m sorry, feel so—nggggghhhhh—so full, so good, please—”

His objections begin to be drowned out as Sylus picks up his pace, one large hand firmly wrapping around the base of your neck, squeezing hard enough that the isolation of your senses causes your eyes to roll back, bringing your babbling to an abrupt end. His other hand presses against your lower tummy and both of you gasp. It’s so, so warm to the point where it’s almost feverish.

“Hah, kitten, you’re getting so tight. Are you enjoying showing your brother how I make you feel?”

“Sick fuck,” Caleb sobs. “Taking advantage of her like this.”

“I only take what she wants to give me. She can do whatever she wants,” Sylus pants, eyes not leaving your smaller form. Your eyes are now scrunched shut, biting your lip hard enough to break skin. It doesn’t seem like you’re comprehending the conversation at all. “And if that has to be you, then the least I can do for her is give her a good frame of reference. How good it can truly get, so she doesn’t open her legs for her gege unless he’s earned it.”

The hand on your throat slides to cup your cheek. Tilting it gently to the side so that you’re facing Caleb.

“Open your eyes, sweetie. Look at your brother.”

When you obey, Caleb’s eyes bore into yours. The tears, snot, flowing freely down his face now like he can’t hold them back anymore.

“S’okay, gege,” you immediately try to placate. “Don’t feel bad, y-you can have me later too—a-after Daddy’s done—you can share—”

“Do you think he’s at least picking up a thing or two?” Sylus’ thumb works back onto your clit. Relentless circles that build a pleasure so blinding that you don't respond. “I’ll give him the privilege of showing him what it looks like when you come apart.”

As if on command, you see stars in your eyes once more as your climax violently washes over you. You make another mess as Sylus continues to fuck you through your orgasm, showing no signs of slowing down even as an onslaught of hard shivers begin to wrack your body in overstimulation, all the while holding eye contact with Caleb still.

And upon seeing the sight of you, Caleb, disparagingly, cums as well.

Sylus slows to a stop when he realizes, allowing for you to finally catch a breath. His laughter at Caleb’s predicament drowns out your deep heaving as he adjusts his bruising grip to the small of your waist, maneuvering you until you’re on your knees and your head is mere inches away from the now-wet spot of your brother’s pants.

“You—’leb, you—” you start, when Caleb’s struggle to escape picks up again as dark coils work his spent cock out of his pants.

“No, fuck—” he sobs, far too soon to appreciate the bone Sylus has thrown at him when the older man pummels forward back into your pussy, making you shout, and pushing you far enough so that your mouth makes contact with Caleb’s length, glossed over in his shame, and instinctively wrap your lips around it.

You don't have to move much when Sylus’s unforgiving thrusts make it so that your brother’s still softening length works in and out of your throat. You mewl as you try to clean him up with kitten licks.

The last part of your mind that is still there finds so much joy in the conflicted expression of Caleb’s face. How you must look, a blissed-out vision sucking his cock, paired with the inconceivable source of your pleasure, a hulking mass looming over like a dark cloud fucking into you still with a tempo that grows more and more erratic.

The way your pussy tightens at that thought brings Sylus to the edge. “Close, sweetie—”

“Fuck, don’t do it,” Caleb begs. “Don’t—”

You pull yourself off of Caleb, finally ending his punishment when you realize that he’s got nothing left to give anymore, and reward your accomplice. You reach behind you to grab fluffy white strands and pull.

“Inside, daddy.”

Sylus cums with a deep growl, white hot seed shooting directly into your inviting cunt, fighting for space as the mixture of all your releases leak out and spills onto the sheets below you.

dead to the world, you’re not privy to the conversation that comes after it all. “I’ve thoroughly enjoyed this…family affair,” Sylus muses as you snore softly in his arms. You lay between Sylus’ legs with your head resting on his lap as he sits up against the pillows, nails languidly combing through your hair. “You’ll learn to share her, as I’m afraid she wouldn’t like to choose between us now. I’m anticipating your cooperation on this.”

Caleb’s still sat exactly where he came, clenching his jaw. The younger boy hates to admit that Sylus is right. He must concede.

He nods his head slowly in acquiescence.

“Good boy. When she wakes up, I’d like you to show me what you’ve learnt,” Sylus looks back to your sleeping form. “If you haven’t taken anything in, however, I’m more than happy to help you to revise by re-demonstrating.”

At that, Caleb says nothing and finally retreats out of your room, every footstep a further acknowledgement that the days of his once-exclusive hold on you are behind him.

Sylus smiles regardless, knowing that he’ll be back come morning.

end; thanks for reading!

#👀#yeah we are skipping sleep tonight #sylus x reader #caleb x reader #reads ☆

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