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tags/cw: heavy pseudocest (adoptive siblings), use of Caleb's evol, grinding, p in v, use of "gege, meimei, big brother, little sister, baby sister", teasing/mocking, creampie, voyeurism if you squint?
an: I loved writing this request a little too much and got a tadddddd carried away. uhh
wc: 1.5k
Not very proofread
It was finally summer. Summer meant going out every day, buying icecream, and dressing as slutty as you want. But it also meant Caleb was home.
Your adopted brother was as sweet, kind, and caring as any brother could be. Of course, he teased you at times, but what kind of siblings don't argue? Definitely not you two. In fact, tonight he had teased you right out of your pants.
It started innocently enough. Caleb had been home for about 2 weeks now, falling into his normal routine with you. Brushing your teeth together in the mornings, cooking breakfast for you while grandma reads in the living room, braiding your hair at night, eyeing your tips through those thin summer tank tops you love to wear. Yup, Caleb was practically in heaven. It's not often he gets to see his adorable little sister nearly half naked yet still finding a way to complain about the heat wave.
Night fell and it was just your luck that the fan in your room had stopped working this morning, the only reprieve from the heat since the AC broke down last week. Caleb had fixed it, but it broke again soon after from the wear and tear of old age. It seemed like everything in this old box of a house was giving out one way or another, but none of you could seem to let the place go. Too many memories. I guess you can't turn back time with a toolbox.
Click click click click
“Dammit.” You try the power button of the fan over and over again, but even the faint thrumming of a motor you heard the first time has stopped.
You groan loudly as you feel the familiar wave of sweat over your body. This had to be the hottest night of summer. You flop down onto your cool sheets, feeling them warm instantly and stick to the damp skin of your back. You lie there as still as you can since movement only makes things hotter. That is until you hear the strong whirring of a fan from another room. Caleb's room.
You let yourself sit up, feet hitting the slightly creaky floorboards and padding softly across the hall, driven by the need to cool down. You stand outside, concealed by his half open door, staring at the fan like it's water in the middle of the desert.
“Come in, pips”
His voice interrupts your train of thought.
“How did you know I was out here?” Your question earned a small chuckle.
“Well... you weren't exactly the quietest little thing when you were frustrated about that fan of yours. Figured you'd come here for mine.” He says it like you're predictable, but he really just knows every little thing about you down to your smallest habit.
“Oh…” you finally step into the room. He's in nothing but a shirt and boxers. He pats the bed in the spot next to him, but you ignore it, eyes locked onto the fan. Your feet carry you there swiftly and you plop down on the floor right in front of it. Bliss. You groan in relief as the cool air hits your heated skin.
Caleb raises an eyebrow, shifting to lean against his hand as he watches you, eyes falling to your nipples that are slowly pebbling beneath the thin fabric of your top in response to the cold air.
“Ohhhh” Caleb's mockingly understanding voice cuts right into your long awaited reprieve. “So that's how it is? You only want your big brother for his fan? I'm startin' to think you hate me here, pips.” He feigns hurt but his lips quirk into a small smile.
You ignore him, knowing that responding will only get you teased more.
“Oh, woe is me. Gege's sweet baby sister won't even turn to see him dying for her affection. She's fallen in love with my fan.” He wipes a fake tear.
“Ugh” with a sigh of exasperation you finally turn to face him because you want his teasing to end. That and it's getting a little chilly sitting right in front of the fan.
“Really, gege? Fine.” you playfully climb on top of him, legs straddling his own. You're finally going to win this time, or so you think.
“Happy now?” your hands rest against his firm abs.
“Mmmm… nope.” You're suddenly jerked forward by a strong force, making you fall forward with your soft tits pressed right against his chest. Your hips are now directly on top of his, close enough for you to feel the heat there that has nothing to do with the weather.
“Now I'm happy.”
His hands slide down to your hips, making you gasp.
“Gege…” Caleb had used his evol, pinning you down.
He squeezes the soft flesh, sliding down to the back of your thighs.
“Hmm? ‘Gege’ what?” He repeats the title you used in the same desperate tone you said it in. That bastard is teasing you. Still. After he's the one that put you in this position.
He snaps the waistband of your shorts against your flushed skin, making you yelp.
He chuckles at the sound.
“Careful there, baby sis. Don't want grams to wake up and see you “cooling down” on top of your brother, do you?”
He was right. She was in the room directly next to his, and his door was still open just a crack. Even if it was closed fully, sound travels through these thin walls like they're paper.
“Th-then stop-” you start, quickly cut off by a pinch to your thigh, “ah!”
“Nope. Need to hear more of those cute little sounds, pips. Make more for me, yeah? Not too loud though, hm? Just for gege.”
His hands started to give your hips a slow rock against his now stiff cock through his boxers. Your face presses into his chest, muffling a whine.
“I heard that.” He whispers into your ear, fingers starting to rub slow circles against your growing heat through your shorts.
“Cay…” you whimper, trying your best to stay quiet. You can't help but grind down against him, the reason you came in here at all completely forgotten.
He chuckles again, the sound rumbling against your chest. “Cay… Cay…” he mocks, “can't even say my full name now, meimei? You that desperate for gege's cock?”
His hands slide your shorts down and toss them aside carelessly, leaving your dripping cunt on full display.
“Caleb… hurry…” you whine.
He frees his cock from his boxers. “Ooh, you really are desperate.” He taps the fat tip of his cock against your entrance, already dripping a bead of precum. “Why don't you sit on it then, hmm? Show your big brother how much you want this cock stretchin’ you out.”
You try to push down but your legs are too shaky and his cock is too thick. You whimper at the stretch as his tip pops inside.
He groans at the tightness. “Need help, meimei? Need gege to slam it in for you? Hm? Deep in that tight little pussy. Only mine.” His words are breathless, needy.
You nod quickly. “Y-yeah, Cay. Please…”
It doesn't take long for him to slam you down on his girthy cock, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. But before you can cry out, his hand clamps tight over your mouth. You can taste the sweat on his palm as your scream is stifled down to a whine.
He lifts you almost all the way before slamming back down, his thrusts setting a punishing pace. Your moans and whines are muffled by his palm.
“Thought I told you to be quiet, pips. Gonna wake up grandma if you keep gettin’ sooo loud.” he's enjoying your suffering. He lets out a stifled sound himself as he feels your cunt clenching around him in pre-orgasmic bliss.
“Oh? Gettin’ close already?” another groan as you squeeze him. “Shit… that's fast, pips.”
You whine into his palm, thighs already shaking. You weren't sure how much longer you could hold back, but you didn't want to let him win. However, your dreams of winning were quickly crushed when you felt the thumb of his free hand circling your clit. Your nails dug deep into his chest, leaving red scratch marks that grandma would definitely ask about tomorrow.
You fell apart completely, a white ring of your release forming at the base of his cock as you moaned, unable to hold back anymore.
“Theeere it is… that's my sis. Cumming so quick for her gege.” He patted your ass softly like an owner rewarding their pet.
It wasn't long before Caleb was reaching the same peak, thrusts becoming erratic. “Fuck pips, ‘m close. Gonna fill that little pussy. Gonna take it all for me, hm? Gonna be niiice and full of gege's cum, yeah? Shit-! Take it, meimei..”
Hot ropes of cum fill you to the brim, some seeping out around the seal of his cock inside of you.
You both pant heavily, his palm finally leaving your lips as you lie tangled in his bed.
Whirrrr…
That sounds like the noise your fan made before it-
Clunk
“Shit…” Caleb whispers.
There goes the other fan. And right when you needed it most.
yeah, okay, i really need to get it out of my system. <- on her period and horny as hell
DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE CALEB'S ACTUAL TROPE AND PREFER THAT WASHED DOWN CHILDHOOD FRIENDS VERSION INFOLD HAD BEEN FEEDING US ALL THIS TIME
Also MC is quite naive here, mhm.
I just have this thought about Caleb and MC. Yeah, suddenly MC, because I am enjoying that pseudocest waaaay too much.
The beginning is inspired by this. It haunts me still.
So anyway.
Something something happens and MC walks in on Caleb mid jerking off. Liiike she really needs his help with something, but he is not in the correct state of mind and body to do anything else.
So MC, being the good little meimei that she is, offers to heeelp.
Caleb is torn, because that offer made him even more painfully hard than he already was. But at the same time some really small rational part of his brain screams, that it's not right.
But that hard on is messing with his brain, so he sort of relents and he (or they both) decide, that fucking MC's thighs is not that bad. Liike, she would be still clothed and all, no actual penetration. it's just to help him, so he could deal with whatever MC was needing.
So they do it and now Caleb is sooo pathetic that he can only cum to the memory of it.
Something something happens (yeah, i am really not putting much thought into anything not sex, haha) and they start to do it regulary.
And Caleb, being manipulative litlle shit that he is, has devised a plan to push MC's boundaries and get what he really wants.
Caleb being Caleb, he keeps fucking her thighs regulary, buuut he always makes sure MC doesn't come from that, leaving her to deal with her arousal later in her room.
Until one day, when she is completely fine with him fucking her thighs and is desperate enough for release, he just offers to help her.
Because obviously she is affected and since she helps him, it's not fair to not take care of her needs too.
Cue wildest dry humping sessions in his room.
His next suggestion is for MC to undress, because surely it's quite bothersome to go back to her room in ruined clothes, no?
Still no actual penetration.
Then he keeps pushing for more. Like one night maybe he really needs his release but he is oh so so tired after the workout or whatever. Surely his adorable meimei understands that?
That's how he convinces her to give him a handjob, which eventually evolves into a blowjob. And then, just to 'return the favor' he eats her out. All the while assuring her that it's fine, since they are not actually doing the deed. Technically, she is still untouched (and oh he is determined to change that).
So eventually he offers to go all the way. Because they have already been doing so much together. And she needs her actual first time to be with someone she trusts. And who is better for the job, than Caleb himself, who by this point knows her body better then she is.
it's definitely only to help his adorable meimei. He is definitely not planning to ruin her for everyone else.
i was thinking again (uh oh) and i wanted to expand upon this previous post a little bit!!
🍎 i just like thinking about the subtle ways caleb manipulates you. this doesn't have to be mc or nonmc reader, it could work for both :)
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when he does your laundry, he uses a combination of different laundry detergents and fabric softener. he doesn't make the smell too strong if you're sensitive to scents (like me), but there's also a very subtle smell to different unscented laundry detergents! no matter what, he figures out a combination that truly smells like 'home' for you, invoking a sense of comfort and safety.
of course, he never tells you about this. he knows you stick to one brand and don't bother using fabric softener, so your clothes always end up smelling better and feeling more comfortable against your skin when he does the laundry. you find yourself burying your nose in your clean sheets, melting into them as you take in their soothing scent. you can't ever replicate that smell, and you just chalk it up to 'caleb being good at everything', like always.
even if the difference is too subtle for you to notice outright, it influences you psychologically. it improves your sleep, too, so you're in an overall better mood. there's this sense of safety you feel when caleb stays over, something that goes beyond just his presence, but you simply can't put your finger on it. oh well, guess the only solution is to spend more time with him, right? he misses you :)
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like i said in the last post, he studies your food preferences and easily puzzles out how to change up his cooking to better suit them. but something else he does is a bit more mean. when you ask him for his recipes, he leaves out a small ingredient that has a subtle but integral impact on the dish; a component that you won't find recommended on the internet anywhere.
so whenever you try to reproduce it, your food is guaranteed to come out slightly inferior, no matter how good you are at cooking. selfishly, caleb loves watching you melt when you taste his dishes. and they wouldn't have the same effect if you could have them whenever you wanted!
the same goes for your morning coffee or tea. he adds something to the drink that makes it taste much better than it does when you make it yourself. you find yourself missing him when you drink your woefully inadequate morning beverage of choice. hey, why don't you text him? he's probably missing you too :(
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even his presents are a subtle way to keep your mind on him! he slowly begins to replace objects in your home by bringing you alternatives that are of much higher quality as gifts. especially things you use often, like utensils, drinking glasses, mugs, toothbrushes, sheets, clothes, etc.
he brings you a new set of kitchen utensils with the cutest little sunny apple engraved on the bottom. your older ones go in a box in your storage to gather dust, and you're happy to begin using your new ones. but whenever you eat a meal, you think of caleb.
your sheets are replaced with softer, more comfortable ones with a pretty pattern, your favorite pan overshadowed by a higher-quality one he bought for you, accidentally broken drinking glasses replaced by ones he got because they made him think of you.
he knows what you need and what needs replacing, and he always sweeps in to do it before you get the chance. the change happens slowly, but soon enough, your entire home reminds you of him. he haunts your daily life, even when he isn't there. but hey, you don't have to miss him for long! he's on his way for a surprise visit :)
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i like thinking about caleb being very selfishly kind. making aspects of your life as perfect as possible, but only allowing you to experience that when you're with him. he knows how to manipulate you in the subtlest ways so that you don't even notice how you're subconsciously influenced to think about him more and more. he improves your life and makes you happier, yes, but he does so to tighten his grasp on you; to keep you tied to him even more irrevocably and make you more receptive to his more unreasonable requests. he does so much for you, so you should do things for him, too, right? it's only fair!
Summary: You ask Sylus if you can try cockwarming while he sucks your blood...
Contains: Blood/blood-drinking, vampire!sylus but also dragon!sylus (shh just let it happen) mildly dubious consent (mild coercion at the end), AFAB reader but no use of gendered language, no use of "Y/N", shameless use of 'kitten' nickname
Wordcount: 900ish
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All Sylus wanted in this world was to be near you. To feel you against him, to touch you, smell you, drink from you, hear your heartbeat quicken with his touch…
So when you'd asked if you could cockwarm with him the next time he drank your blood… how could he ever say no?
So the next time he had the chance to get you alone, you were sitting in his lap, impaled on his cock already dizzy with the feeling while his bites to your neck were still playful, testing.
"How do you feel, kitten?" he asked, the soft glow of his eye unseen over your shoulder.
"So good, Sy," you breathed. "…calm."
You felt surrounded by him like this - his chest a wall of muscle behind you, his thighs supporting you, long legs stretched out in front of you, arms wrapped around and clutching you to his chest, hands kneading your hip, his lips (and then his teeth) so appreciative at your neck and shoulder…
It was intoxicating.
Even without the friction of movement, without his gasps and groans in your ear, it was heavenly. You were so full of his cock, ready for his fangs to empty you. He felt so big inside you this way, you felt his tip nudging at your cervix, and the very thought had your pussy twitching, aching for him to claim you.
"Calm?" Sylus asked, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. "Your heart rate suggests otherwise."
"No, I mean like… peaceful." You sigh and relax into his chest. "Like I'm meant to be right here, nowhere else."
His arms tightened around you then, and he let out a satisfied hum.
"Are you ready for me to taste you, sweetie?" He asked, voice slow and reverent.
You nodded, and hummed as you felt his fangs slowly sink into your flesh.
You had long-since gotten used to the sting, and found the way his lips and tongue lapped at the blood electric on your skin, drawing you to lean closer into his touch. When his lips travel further up your neck to the sensitive spot behind your ear, your gasp draws out a sound from Sylus's chest like a growl, and your head falls back against his chest.
Sylus gazes down at you with reverence, as if you hung the moon. Then a smirk flashed along with the glow of his aether core, and his low voice rumbled from his chest and through you:
"Still think you can handle sitting still, kitten?"
You only answer with a pout and a small whimper… because the truth was, you were dying to move, to grind down against him, to feel him take you by the hips and consume you in more ways than one… but this had been your idea, and you couldn't back out so soon.
So you shake your head, tilting it to expose your neck again.
"Keep goin', Sy," you pant.
Sylus gazes down at the marks, two perfect little punctures, proof of his claim, and licks a trail from one to the other. When you shudder, his hips buck just the smallest bit before he controls himself. This time, you smirk.
"Having trouble staying still?" you tease.
"No," he says firmly in your ear, but you know him too well… His desire was building, at war with his need to please you. He desperately wanted to speed things along, to take you both where this was inevitably going… but if Sylus is anything, he is patient with you. And if he is two things, then he is also competitive.
So he took in deep breaths against your collarbone, each exhale leaving as an inhuman purr that rumbled through his chest and into yours. You shudder again at the feeling, then relax, sinking further onto him.
Finally, his teeth return to your flesh, sinking in again and drawing slow, rhythmic pulls at your veins. Warmth spreads from his bite, down your shoulder and chest, into your lower abdomen. You lean against his chest, fully going limp in his embrace, eyes falling closed. His left arm is solid around your waist, hand gripping your ribs; the other hand snakes up your chest to cup your chin, holding you upright and keeping your neck in perfect reach for him. His thumb traces small circles against the corner of your mouth, grazing against your parted lips.
You felt something warm and rough move across your thigh, and you open one eye to see his dragon tail creeping along your exposed skin. It wraps once around your thigh, tugging gently to spread your legs, then moves further downward, scales scratching just right over your clit. It moves so slowly, slinking along your clit in a way that makes you see stars, and moves lower, the tip of his tail poking at your entrance which was already straining with his cock buried deep in you.
"S-sy!" you gasp, hands gripping his thighs.
"Relax, kitten…" he purrs, pulling his fangs from your neck once again, licking along the trail of blood it leaves down your shoulder. "You said you'd like to have my cock be still, filling you up… you never said anything about this…"
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Warning Tags: NSFW, MDNI, Pseudo-incst, explicit sexual content, noncon?, rough, degradation, mention of gege and meimei (WC: 3K)
You often walk alone. You meet friends, even try dating a few people—though it never lasts long for a variety of reasons. Deep down, you aren't really interested; you just feel a lingering sense of emptiness.
There is no one to pick you up, no one to take you for occasional walks in the park or buy your favorite snacks. There is no one to lean on when you're exhausted by the world, and no one to come looking for you when you're late. No one cooks your favorite meals.
Only your gege ever did those things. Your heart feels hollow every time you return to an empty house; even Gran is rarely seen during the day lately. The sound of your footsteps on the stairs feels deafening in the silence.
Caleb usually makes time to come home, but this is finals week. Projects are piling up, and even your brother, with his relentless work ethic, can't make the trip back.
“Sorry, Pips. Can’t make it home this week—maybe even until next week,” he says, his tone cheerful and relaxed as always. But having been by his side for so long, you catch the slight hint of exhaustion in his voice. “Aww, do you miss your gege already?”
You retort with an annoyed huff. He chuckles, clearly imagining your pout. The call ends quickly because he’s busy, and silence returns to the house. You regret not being able to tell him how much you actually miss him. You’re too old now to whine and act like a spoiled meimei just to get him to come home.
Then, luck finds you unexpectedly. A stray Wanderer appears at school, and classes are cancelled so the Hunters can track the source. You get an idea: a surprise visit. He’ll surely be happy to see you.
You miss that sweet smile he gives you whenever his eyes land on yours. You miss how comfortable it feels to lean on his shoulder, sharing a blanket on the couch while watching your favorite movies. No matter how much you grow up, you still need him.
You call Gideon to ask for Caleb’s dorm room number while you make your way there. His room is on the first floor, reserved for seniors in their final year. After a long walk through the halls—feeling awkward under the stares of guys wondering what a girl is doing there—you find his door. You knock. His voice sounds deep, a bit cold, as he calls out, “Come in.”
You open the door. He doesn’t look up, fingers flying across his keyboard as he works on an assignment. “Don’t just stand there, what—”
He stops mid-sentence when he sees you. His eyes widen in shock as he stands up abruptly. “Pips? Why are you here? No school? What happened?”
You hug him, noticing how lean his waist feels. Has he been eating? “A Wanderer showed up on the school grounds, so they’ve locked down the campus for now.”
“So you came here. Bored, are you?” He leans down to look at your face, reaching out to ruffle your hair until it's a mess, a bright smile returning to his face. “Sit down first. I’ve gotta finish this report; it’s due tomorrow morning.”
“How much progress have you made?” You sit on his bed, watching him focus on the screen, typing at a rhythmic, lightning-fast pace.
“Halfway. Give me an hour or so.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, brow furrowing as if he has a headache. You slide the apple pie you bought onto his desk. “Aww, what’s this? What a rare occasion—is it my birthday?”
“Shut up, Caleb.” You smack his arm when you see him teasing you. “Just finish it quick. I’m so bored here.”
The room isn't small, but since it’s shared by four people, it’s cluttered with typical guy stuff. Underwear hanging on bed frames, socks shoved under bunks, and damp towels scattered around make the space feel cramped and chaotic. Only Caleb’s side of the room is pristine.
“Then feed me like a good sister while you wait.” Caleb points to the apple pie, eyes still glued to the laptop. “We can go out as soon as I’m done.”
You roll your eyes and groan, but you know he’s genuinely swamped. You cut the pie and offer a piece to Caleb, whose mouth is already waiting wide open.
“Yum. Okay, gotta go faster then.” He begins typing even faster than before; you’ve never seen anyone move like that.
Suddenly, the door swings open and a few guys appear. “Hey, Caleb—whoa—what’s a girl doing in here?” They walk in casually, scanning you from head to toe in a way that makes your skin crawl. Instinctively, you move closer to your brother, gripping his shirt.
“Is she your sister or your girlfriend? I gotta say—she’s hot, even if she’s a bit young for my taste.” One of them steps closer, making you feel nauseous.
“Back off, Keane—she’s mine.” Caleb stops typing. He glares at his friend with a deadly, cold threat. You can’t see his face since his back is to you, but his voice is terrifying.
“All good, man. We’ll stay out of your way.” Keane shrugs and pulls the door shut. You’re alone again.
“Sorry, meimei. Had to say that so they wouldn't bother you. They’re my friends, but they aren't exactly boyfriend material.” He rubs his forehead. “I promise I’ll be done soon.”
You finally relax and sit back on the bed. His words ring in your ears. Mine.
Sure, it’s an open secret that you’re both adopted. But you’ve been together so long without a hint of romance. No one ever brought it up because none of your friends even knew you weren't blood-related.
Your idle mind starts to wander. What if you were actually together? He’d still treat you sweetly, but you’d hold hands, and kiss, and—you immediately stop the thought, fanning your face as it begins to heat up.
You watch him. In the near-summer heat, he’s wearing a sleeveless shirt. You can see the definition in his arms, the hint of his ribs through the wide armholes of the tank top. But what draws you in most is his expression when he’s focused. You think that if he wore glasses, women would go to war over him. You realize for the first time that you love watching a man concentrate.
“Brother, don’t you ever date?” you blurt out mindlessly, causing his typing to halt. “You look damn sexy concentrating.”
Suddenly, his legs jerk, and he literally falls out of his chair. Your daydream shatters, and you rush to him. “You dummy! How did you fall off your chair?!”
His eyes are wide, seemingly oblivious to any pain from the fall, his face incredibly red. You remember what you just said and turn just as crimson. He notices.
“So, you think I’m sexy, huh?” He regains his composure, smirking wickedly as he crowds into your space while you stammer. “Tell me, which part of gege is sexy?”
“I was just asking why you never date!” you say, panicked, backing away as his mischievous eyes hunt yours. “I asked because I was curious about dating too!”
He stops smiling. He looks at you with suspicion. “What for? You planning to date again?”
“Again? For like, a day or two before they run away?” You remember the bitter memories. You’re annoyed, especially since the reason for those failures is standing right in front of you. You look away, sighing. “Besides, I only date because I’m lonely.”
“Lonely?” His expression turns horrified. He leans in close, searching for your eyes, his brow furrowed. “For a reason that trivial?”
“It’s not trivial!” you say, crossing your arms defensively. “You’re never home. Gran is always gone, only coming back before dusk. Do you know how empty the house feels when I come home?”
“That’s still no reason to date someone,” he says, his eyes darkening with a suppressed anger.
“That is the exact reason!” Your voice rises. “I’m so used to having you by my side. It feels wrong not to have someone beside me.”
“Hey—”
“I know I’m selfish, but you’re the one who made me like this, gege...!”
“Meimei—”
“I wish you weren't my brother, but my lover instead! Then I wouldn't have to watch you leave someday—at least I’d know you were mine!” You finally blurt out the thought, only to gasp and cover your mouth. You stand up and grab your bag. “I’ll just go home.”
You move toward the door, trying to pass him, but you’re locked in place. He’s using his Evol. You struggle, but you can’t move. “Let go...! This is cheating!”
“Do you have any idea what you just asked for?” His voice drops an octave. You turn, but his back is still to you. His fists are clenched so hard his knuckles are white. “Is that what you really want?”
“I was talking nonsense. Let me go!” You’re scared because he’s angry. You’ve seen him annoyed, but never like this. “I was wrong. I just missed you too much.”
“What does it matter if it’s wrong? You know I’d give you anything.” Finally, he turns around. His eyes are deep and dark, glaring into yours. “But what you just said... you can’t take that back.”
“Stop joking around and let me go, Caleb. We’re siblings, we can’t—”
“You know we’re both adopted.” It’s a statement, not a question. He tilts his head, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Nothing wrong with wanting each other.”
“It’s wrong, Caleb. You’re my brother, my gege—”
“I’ve been suppressing these feelings. I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to break them,” he steps closer, “shred them to pieces,” another step, “stomp on them,” he stops. “But they stay, growing bigger and bigger inside me.” He walks slowly toward you, his eyes never leaving yours. “Why do you think I chose this school? This far from home? It was so I’d never hurt you with my feelings!”
Your eyes widen. You stop breathing as his hand reaches out toward you, then hesitates. Your heart aches at the sight. He clenches his fist again and lets it drop, his head bowing in pain.
“And when I’ve suppressed it for so long—until it was my own heart that was broken and shredded and stomped on,” he moves closer again, not yet touching you, looking up with eyes so sad it feels like a dagger to the chest, “Then you come here, tell me you’re interested in me, and then just expect me to forget it?”
He’s inches away now. You’re trembling from the intensity of his emotion; it feels like gravity. Your breath hitches. “Gege, please...”
“Don't I always give you whatever you want?” His hand is ice cold as it finally touches your face. The touch is softer, deeper than usual. He releases his Evol. He stares at you with a mix of agony and a simmering resentment you’ve never seen. “Too late to turn back, meimei.”
He crashes his lips against yours, a brutal, demanding kiss. You try to gasp, to protest, but he uses the opening to shove his tongue deep into your mouth, tasting you with a feral desperation. He hooks your legs around his waist, lift you up and slam you against the wall. The biting cold of the plaster against your back contrasts sharply with the scorching heat of his body. He isn't your protector anymore; he’s a man taking what he’s wanted for years.
You had fallen off your bicycle, crying loudly. He had kissed your forehead until the tears stopped.
He overwrites your childhood memory with a kiss that feels like it’s going to swallow you whole. He supports your weight with his leg. His hand slides under your shirt, searing your waist. His other hand entwined with both of yours.
He held your hand when you were scared to go in alone on your first day of elementary.
Another memory shattered, replaced by his touch as a man. His lips find your neck. You groan as he leaves a dark mark near your collarbone. Tears blur your vision. There really is no going back. He kisses your tears away. “Shh, meimei. Don’t cry. Gege will never leave you again.”
He rips your shirt upward, his eyes raking over your light beige bra with a predatory glint. “Fuck... meimei... I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. The only one who gets to ruin you.”
He doesn't bother with the clasp. He tears the lace down the middle, exposing your breasts to the cool air before burying his face against your skin. He latches onto one nipple, sucking so hard it feels like he’s trying to bruise you, his teeth grazing your areola until a jagged scream tears from your throat.
“Aah…! gege...!”
“That’s it,” he growls against your skin, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. “Scream for me. Tell me you fucking love me.”
“Gege—stop... please...!” You shove his shoulders, but your body betrays you, arching into his touch as a thick, heavy heat pools between your thighs.
“I told you, it’s too fucking late.” He hooks his fingers into your skirt and panties, ripping them away in one violent motion. Your cunt is on full display, dripping with arousal that slicks your inner thighs. “Look at how wet you are for your brother. You’re a filthy little meimei, aren't you?”
He silences you with another rough kiss, his hand sliding down to grip your thigh, forcing your legs wider. He finds your clit, his thumb grinding against it with punishing pressure. You moan into his mouth, your head spinning.
He shoves two fingers inside you without warning. You’re so tight it hurts, but he doesn't slow down. He pumps them deep, stretching your pussy until you’re sobbing. “Look at how you take it. Such a dirty little girl for gege.”
He adds a third finger, curling them upward to hit your G-spot. Your back arches off the wall, your insides twitching and clamping around him as the tension snaps. You let out a broken, breathless wail as you climax, your juices coating his hand.
“My sweet meimei,” he whispers, pulling his hand out to lick your cream off his fingers. “So sweet when you’re coming for me.”
He carries you to the bed, throwing you down and stripping his pants off in a single, fluid motion. His cock is a massive, thick, throbbing vein-mapped rod that’s already leaking pre-cum.
“Don't just lie there. Take it.” He grips his length, pumping it a few times until the head is glistening. “Wrap your hands around your gege’s dick.”
You sit up, your hands shaking as you wrap them around his girth. He lets out a gutteral groan as you start to stroke him, your small hands barely meeting around the thickness.
“Faster, meimei. We don’t have all day.” He covers your hands with his, forcing a brutal, rhythmic pace. He grunts, his body tensing before he cums, the hot, white ropes of it splashing across your face and chest.
You look up at him through your lashes, your face smeared with his seed. “Caleb... make me yours, please.”
His cock twitches, hardening again instantly. He flips you onto your back, prying your knees apart. He lines the dark, swollen head of his member against your opening.
“This is going to hurt like hell... but you’re going to take every inch.” He drives forward. You feel yourself tearing, the sheer size of him stretching you past your limit.
“Gege, it hurts—it’s too big!” You’re clawing at his back, drawing blood.
“It’s exactly what you asked for,” he growls, his eyes jet black with lust. He begins to move, his hips slamming into yours with a rhythmic, bone-deep thud. “I’m going to fuck you until your pussy remember my shape and girth. You’re mine.”
“Haah...!” He bottoms out, the force of the impact knocking the wind out of you. He doesn't stop, his thrusts becoming faster, more violent. He’s drilling into you, his cock hitting your cervix until your vision spots.
He flips you over, forcing you onto your hands on the desk. He stands behind you, his hands bruising your hips as he lines himself up again. He lunges forward, burying his entire length in your pussy from behind.
“Hngh...!” He reaches around to squeeze your stomach, feeling himself moving inside you.
“You wanted this, didn't you? You wanted your brother to ruin you.” He reaches around, his hand gripping your throat lightly to force your head back as he pounds into you. “I’ve been protecting you from myself, but you had to ask for it.”
“Gege, gege...!” You’re losing your mind, your walls clenching around him so hard he hisses.
“I can’t hold back anymore. You got what you wanted—I’m never leaving you alone again.” He delivers one final, deep thrust, his cock pulsing as he fills you with a hot, thick load of cum.
Neither of you moves. The only sound is your synchronized, ragged breathing.
“Good thing no one’s around,” he says, his voice returning to that smooth, dangerous calm as he pulls you back against his chest. He kisses your shoulder, right over a fresh mark he left. “Wouldn't want anyone hearing how loud you scream when gege is deep inside you.”
You have never seen Gran that angry. The sweet lady was furious when Caleb dropped out in his final year to move back home, claiming he wasn't "smart enough" for the elite school despite his top grades.
“You still have to graduate eventually,” you pout as he picks you up from school, his hand sliding into yours, his thumb grazing your knuckles in a way that is anything but sibling-like. “Stupid gege, why are you making me wait again?”
“I’ll pick somewhere close to home, if that’s what you want.” He takes your hand, his grip intimate and certain. “After all,”
What meimei wants, meimei gets.
I emphasized on the taboo, where both of them have actually been fighting the urge to but eventually defeated by their own feelings. All the innocent touch he made during childhood replaced with a man’s touch. The longest story I’ve made. That’s all. Hope you enjoy this! ❤️
Oh this is just story, ok? I do watch murderous movies but I don’t condone murder. Smth like that. Be kind and enjoy.
“meimei, you’re doing it wrong,” caleb murmurs, voice low so grandma won’t hear from downstairs. his hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “let gege show you.”
you nod shyly, heart hammering as he leans in. the kiss starts soft. gentle presses, warm and patient, until his tongue slips past your lips. you whimper into his mouth when he deepens it, tasting the candy you stole from his pocket earlier.
his other hand slides under your shirt, groping your breast, thumb circling your nipple until it pebbles like he’d only seen in videos before. “like this,” he breathes against your lips, squeezing gently. “feels good?”
you nod, cheeks burning. he pulls back only to guide your hand to the bulge in his pants. “touch me here. be gentle… oh, yeah, just like that.”
he teaches you more. like, hidden in the laundry room while grandma naps, he sits you on the dryer and kneels between your legs. “watch how gege does it.” his tongue is slow and thorough, licking long stripes until your thighs shake and you bite your fist to stay quiet. when you come, he drinks every drop, groaning like he’s the one being ruined.
then it’s your turn. he teaches you how to use your mouth. how to suck the head, swirl your tongue, take him deeper without teeth. it’s clumsy at first, but you get the hang of it. “good girl… fuck, meimei, you’re a natural,” he pants, fingers tangled in your hair, fighting the urge to thrust.
he never fucks you. instead he rubs his thick cock between your soaked folds, sliding over your clit again and again in slick, guilty strokes. “can’t … can’t put it in,” he whispers every time, forehead pressed to yours, voice cracking with shame even as he grinds harder, chasing release against your trembling body.
but lately you’ve started it yourself, initiating more, crawling into his bed after lights out, whispering “gege… can we play tonight?” while your hand already slips under your own shirt. and caleb always gives in.
you can't help but notice that sylus loves to stare! the question is will he do anything about it?
you never thought you'd see the day, but it was clear as can be.
sylus, the great boss of onichynus, the fiend that would send any sane person running..
had a staring problem.
he definitely tried to be discreet about it. but you would always see him at the corner of your eye, crimson eyes lowered far below what was necessary until you grabbed his attention.
it was blatantly obvious that he had a thing for your ass. anytime you laid down together, those big hands of his would automatically drift down to your plush skin. he would never say a thing, but you knew.
you found yourself training with him one day, both of you punching at your respective punching bags. and even with your back to him, you could feel his heavy stare.
you tried your best to ignore it, like always, but you couldn't help the small quirk of your lips as his stare didn't abate. you would have to say something.
"you know i can see you staring at my ass, right?" your voice was light, playful as you turned to look at him with a raised brow.
"i'm sorry, sweetie." but he didn't sound apologetic at all as he approached, pressing into you from behind, trapping you between him and the punching bag. "it's not my fault you look so.. divine in those shorts."
you looked at him over your shoulder, grinning as you grinded back into the hard bulge nestled between your ass. "aren't we supposed to be training?"
"i can give you another kind of work out." he chuckled in your ear, already tugging your shorts down.
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your legs were thrown over his shoulder, your thighs pressed together as caleb rutted into them. your panties were drenched with your arousal, his cock brushing against your clit. it was wrong, your gege shouldn’t be touching you like this, but you were drowning too deep in arousal to protest.
caleb’s room reeked of cum. you had came in because you were having trouble sleeping, only to find caleb jerking off his cock and moaning your name. being the good meimei you were, you offered to help him.
the necklace around his neck, the one you had gifted him, brushed against your calf. the cool metal was a sharp contrast to your burning flesh.
your breasts bounced with each thrust, caleb was entranced by the sight. you looked down to see his dick poking out from between your thighs. he let out small whimpers and whines as he neared his high.
“you feel so good, pipsqueak,” he moaned out. “fuck…haha…it’s like I’m actually fucking you.”
“don’t say that, caleb!” you squeaked, covering your face.
caleb leaned over you, pressing your knees closer to your chest. a chuckle vibrated in his chest.
“what? me fucking you?” he teased, thrusting faster, his hands pushing your thighs together tighter. “mmnggh…imagine that…gege’s cock inside you. I’ll make you cum, I’ll make you feel good.”
his eyes were primal, almost greedy as he chased his high. and you couldn’t do anything but lay there and take it.
“I’ll do things no one else can, pipsqueak,” he hissed, pressing his cock between your pussy lips. you let out a surprised moan. “and I’ll cum inside you. ‘till you’re round with my baby…”
spurts of cum splattered onto your panties. caleb’s cock twitched as he painted you with his release.
when caleb comes home stressed from the farspace fleet, you, sylus and zayne make sure to pamper him!
usually, when caleb came home from work, the stress would leave his body the moment he saw his partners. usually, it was so simple to forget about everything and whine to the three of you like the puppy he was.
but the mission had gone wrong, and the recruits were rowdier than usual, and he was stuck at the fleet for longer than usual dealing with the paperwork.. it was a mess.
so when he came home, it wasn't with a smile and relief. it was silence, a clenched jaw, avoiding you, sylus and zayne as he shrugged off his colonel coat.
"you okay, 'leb?" your voice was soft, but even that wasn't enough to break through the fog his workday left him with as he merely grunted, walking past you.
"i'm gonna shower." he didn't wait for anyone's response, slamming the bathroom door behind him.
the three of you were left in silence, sylus letting out a soft huff as a small smirk slipped onto his lips.
"seems the little puppy's had a bad day." sylus mused, and you and zayne didn't miss the gleam in his eyes as he looked at you both. "we should help him with that, right?"
"it's what we should do as his partners, of course." zayne nodded, but even you could tell he was excited for the way you would all help him unwind.
"he deserves it." you hummed, and the three of you shared a grin before sneaking into the bedroom.
when caleb finished his shower, the last thing he expected was the three of you eagerly staring at him from the bed. with only a towel on, he sighed, trying to walk past to grab his pajamas.
but zayne was quicker, his hand reaching out to tug him onto the bed.
"huh- hey! what-" and as caleb looked up at the three hungry faces above him, he knew he was completely and utterly fucked.
he could barely tell how long he had been laying there, or how many rounds it had been.
it was all a blur of pleasure and sweat and being nothing but a good little puppy.
at the moment, all three of you had your hands on him, and he couldn't help how overwhelmed he was.
with you bouncing eagerly on his cock, sylus fucking his well used ass, and zayne deep in his throat, he could barely breathe. his fingers dug into the sheets of the mattress, hips bucking to meet yours as tears pricked in the corner of his eyes.
"you okay, 'lebbie?" your voice was a siren's call, your hips working magic as you ground down into him, taking him as deep as you could.
he choked out a grunt, eyes rolling back as zayne held his head down, tutting softly.
"don't strain yourself," the doctor hummed, wiping the tears from his eyes, "this is all about you. you're such a good boy for us, right?"
you moaned in agreement, and sylus merely chuckled, big hands grasping caleb's thigh to hold him open as he pounded into him, movements firm yet gentle all at once.
"of course," sylus chuckled, kissing your shoulder as he peered over to watch caleb, "he's the best puppy for us, aren't you?"
if he wasn't deepthroating zayne, caleb's head would've nodded so fast it almost fell off. instead, he merely whined, earning the laughs of everyone else in the room.
"i-i think he's close." you hummed, swiveling your hips carefully as you giggled, "can feel him twitching in me.."
"is that so?" sylus gave a particularly mean thrust, chuckling as caleb clenched around him, "i think so too.. will you do the honors, doctor?"
zayne smirked, meeting caleb's gaze before lowering his voice, pitching it in the way he knew would make him go crazy, "come for us, puppy."
and all caleb could do was choke as he came, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he reached his peak.
you and sylus collectively groaned, the warmth of his cum within you forcing your own orgasm. you gasped, and behind you, sylus grunted, cumming balls deep into caleb.
it was zayne who came last, making sure to pull out to cover caleb's face in his cum. he wasn't usually one to make a mess, but mess was what caleb loved, and who was he to deny him?
there was a brief moment of silence as everyone caught their breath, before caleb started trying to shift from beneath you all.
"and where are you going?" zayne deadpanned, pressing him back into the pillows.
"someone needs to clean us up." caleb huffed, trying to sit up again. "that's my job-"
"nope," you giggled, pressing your lips to his before licking up zayne's cum from his cheeks. "you're going to relax!"
"but-"
"no buts." sylus was the first to withdraw, shooting caleb a pointed look. "today was all about you. that applies to aftercare, too."
and even though he wanted to protest, when you and zayne snuggled up to his side, caleb knew there was nowhere else he'd rather be.
god im so tired of people screaming about incestuous relationship between Caleb and mc
excuse me, last I checked two people need to be blood related
and even though some countries consider relationship between adoptive relatives illegal (yeah, I googled this shit), infold went out of their way to send a message to players from lincon city hall that due to calebs death their adopted relationship was null and void
Blame infold for not doing that for en players and instead choosing to censor him into childhood friend
Seriously I wish we had a tag for this whining so I could block it
me: imma sooo getting caleb's next myth. I hate colonel, it's sooo hard to do battles with him
next myth drops
me: yaaay, new strong companion. colonel gtfo imma replacing you with a better version
me, after entering training battle with netherlord and failing all the combos: 👁️👄👁️
I'm gonna save the guarantee for Sylus bday or the next multi or smth like that, but just. Damn😭
At least I had the box to get Nether Yearning... :(
omg
boys stop bullying gege and us 😭
well, at least all third myths are ridiculously strong even as r0
according to leaks the next multi drops right after Sy's bday
i swear im skipping if it's another au watch me cave in real-time when pv drops haha
like au is nice and all but i want current timeline
and after the whole throne of eros thing... yeah, no
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her hand comes up like something so gentle, timidly scratching the back of his neck where his hair tapers off. like she’s trying to coax him into calming down. to tame a wild beast.
she’s not entirely sure if he’s angry, but the crease between his brows suggests mild irritation. it doesn’t stop him from humming lowly into her ear as she straddles him, the leather couch groaning under the added pressure. he’s still in his work attire, still trying to shrug the weight of a hard day off.
she knows better than to ask, so she lets her hips do the interrogating for her. the darkening of his eyes is enough to get a rise of heat out of her cheeks. did she ever have this much blood rush to her face before? it’s just caleb, for god’s sake… but there is no god here, only her big brother and his unusually large erection that feels akin to religion whenever it slots between her legs. dry humping isn’t exactly his favorite sport, but caleb has always been athletic.
“want more?” he asks wryly while sneering.
“what do you think?”
his gloved palm feels like a kiss when it caresses her cheek as a warning. it smells of his cologne and something metallic, too.
“when have i ever denied you anything, baby?” the pressure of his thumb guiding itself into her mouth is enough for her to become dizzy. she’s soaking through both of their fabrics now, shameless and desperate.
he’s always looked killer in a uniform. and he’s devastatingly good-looking. why is he so damn handsome? it’s infuriating and translating through her movements. it makes him laugh at her.
“d-don’t.” she hisses, digging her blunt nails into his neck.
he hushes her by shoving another finger in her mouth.
“i’m gonna fuck you, like this. you’re not allowed to bite or squirm. you’re gonna take it like the perfect little slut you are, because obedient pip-squeaks listen to their gege. nod if you understand— good girl. now open up.”
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