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Content- A Slimecicle fanfic idea Iβve had in the works. I just wanted to put the prologue out there for fun. I hope you enjoy :) l
- The flight home was boring, painfully boring. The kind where every minute stretched too long. I spent most of it staring out the tiny oval window beside me, watching clouds blur together while my headphones played songs I wasnβt really listening to.
I didnβt have anything to look forward to.
Wellβ¦ that wasnβt entirely true.
Iβd get to see Charlie for the first time in almost three months.
The thought made my stomach twist in a way I couldnβt tell was excitement or guilt. Probably both. Mostly guilt.
Because the truth was, I wasnβt even sure heβd want to see me.
I ghosted him.
Not on purpose, it started small, as it always did. missed calls, shorter replies, excuses about activities and counselors taking our phones(even though that wasnβt something they did). Then eventually I justβ¦ stopped answering altogether. Weeks of unread messages piled up while I convinced myself Iβd text him tomorrow. Tomorrow turned into another week, then another.
It wasnβt like I stopped thinking about him. Itβs all I did do.
Everything was always included him, despite not being there. Tanning at the pool instead of swimming, fancy breakfast with ice coffees, silk bedsheets. Everything I did during vacation was something we wouldβve made fun of.
My parents found the link directly on Shelby Mortinβs Momβs Facebook Page. βA Girls Dream Summer Vaca.β
An all-girls summer camp three states away, dropped into my lap a month before school ended. I didnβt think it was real. Charlie and I joked about what the three months could do to me. It was supposed to be a gag, not relatily
Now here I am, on my flight home with new clothes, hair, and a personality that Charlie might grow to hate.
My parents desperate for somethingβanythingβthat could make me βpresentableβ¦.likableβ Less me, though they would never say it out loud.
And maybe it worked.
Or maybe it just made me forget who I was. I spent so long pretending to be someone I wasnβt. Now I didnβt know how to take off the mask.
The overhead light above me flickered twice before the seatbelt sign dinged on. A flight attendantβs voice crackled through the speakers, calm and rehearsed, telling us weβd begun our descent.
I hated this part.
The pressure in my ears. The way my stomach dropped when the plane tilted downward.
Outside the window, the clouds finally broke apart, revealing tiny clusters of lights below us. Cars crawled along highways like glowing ants. Houses looked miniature from up here, tiny ones from the toys I used to play with.
Home.
I swallowed hard and tightened the seatbelt across my lap.
People around me started waking up, stretching, collecting bags from under seats. A little kid across the aisle pressed his face dramatically against the window while his mom tried pulling him back.
My thumb hovered over my phone screen the second we got service again.
Three months.
Three months and his contact was still pinned at the top of my messages.
The last texts he sent sat there unanswered.
you alive?
did i do something?
okay. cool.
That last one hurt. He knew what I was doing. Pulling away.
I stared at the screen until the words blurred together. My chest felt tight, hot with shame.
I shouldβve texted weeks ago.
Months ago.
I shouldβve explained that camp was miserable. That I felt like I was being watched all the time. That I was performing all summer instead of relaxing. That I missed him so badly, Iβd cry in the bathroom of the cabins.
But instead, I disappeared.
And somehow, despite all of that, he was still the first person I thought about texting now.
My fingers hesitated over the keyboard before I finally typed:
just landed.
I stared at it for a second too long before deleting the message.
~
The suitcase made a heavy thump when I threw it onto my bed. The sound echoed softly through my room, familiar and comforting in a way the camp cabins never were. They werenβt even cabins, I thought. Just something rich people advertised it to beβwhen they were actually one story buildings with AC, twin full size beds, and silk sheets.
God, I missed being home. I missed the dark colors, posters, trinkets Iβve collected.
My queen-sized bed was shoved against the wall opposite my door, still covered in the faded gray blankets I left behind at the start of summer. The corner of the room held my dresser and old TV, wires tangled beneath it exactly how I remembered. Above the dresser hung the mirror with photos of Charlie and me tucked into the seam between the wood and glass.
Little snapshots of us frozen in time.
One at the county fair with powdered sugar all over his hoodie because I laughed mid-bite. Another blurry one from sophomore year where he looked annoyed I was taking pictures in the first place. There was even an old photo booth strip where his arm rested lazily around my shoulders while I smiled too hard at the camera. The night he kissed me in the last photo. He always complained about that one, that he looked awkward. Iβd reassure him again and again that it was my favorite.
My chest tightened looking at them.
I wondered if Charlie was home.
My phone sat quietly on the bedspread.
No text. No missed call. Nothing.
He knew I landed today. He practically was counting down the days when I left.
I shoved the thought to the back of my mind immediately, forcing myself to focus on unpacking instead. That was more productive. Less pathetic.
I unzipped the suitcase and started throwing clothes into the hamper without folding any of them. The scent of campβluxurious detergent, high end Korean sunscreen, chlorine water rose from the fabric and made me wrinkle my nose.
I pulled the empty suitcase off the mattress and let it collapse against the wall.
Iβd deal with the rest later.
Right now, I just wanted to feel clean.
I grabbed shower stuff from under the sink along with an oversized shirt and pajama shorts from my dresser. My movements felt restless, rushed. Like if I stopped moving for too long, every thought Iβd been avoiding would catch up to me.
No matter what I did he lingered in the back of my thoughts.
The bathroom light buzzed faintly overhead as steam slowly filled the room.
I hoped the hot water would wash away the anxious feeling crawling beneath my skin. It felt like bugs almostβitchy and impossible to ignore.
Why hasnβt he texted me?
Maybe he was mad.
He should be.
I squeezed shampoo into my palm harder than necessary.
Maybe I should just go over there.
He lived next door anyways.
The thought lodged itself into my brain instantly. I could picture it too easilyβwalking across the grass separating our houses, knocking on his window instead of the front door like I always used to.
I remember how excited he was when he convinced his Mom to move his bedroom downstairs. βNow I can sneak you end. No curfew.β+
But what if he didnβt answer?
What if he did?
I groaned quietly and tipped my head back under the water.
For the next ten minutes I went back and forth with myself nonstop.
Just go.
No, thatβs weird.
He probably hates you.
He wouldnβt hate you.
You ignored him for months.
Yeah, because you freaked out and handled it badly.
Eventually, somewhere between rinsing conditioner out of my hair and nearly slipping while shaving the bottom of my left leg, I made up my mind.
After my shower, Iβd go over.
Even if it was awkward.
Even if he looked at me differently now.
I steadied myself against the shower wall with a shaky breath, razor still in my hand. Water dripped from my fingertips while my thoughts spiraled again.
Maybe I could wait until tomorrow.
Maybe showing up unannounced was stupid.
Maybeβ¦
A sudden buzz from my phone echoed faintly from my bedroom.
My entire body froze. Who else could it be?
Hey Iβm outside.
I didnβt bother to close my phone. I slipped my slippers on and ran downstairs, nearly eating shit on the last step when Marcee(Our well loved cat) darted between my legs.
Her tail became a victim of my urgency.
She screeched.
βIβm sorry!β I yelled back instinctively, already halfway down the stairs.
I stood in front of the back door, chest tight. Charlie always met me there. He said the front door was too formal and the backyard entrance was closer anyway.
Through the glass, I saw him standing there awkwardly proud of himself, flowers tucked under one arm and a little gift basket dangling from his hand.
My chest warmed instantly. Right alongside the guilt that had followed me home from the plane.
His expression shifted the second I opened the door.
βYour hair?β he said flatly. βYou changed it.β
I touched it subconsciously. βOh. Yeah. It was kinda my birthday gift from my parents.β I shifted on my feet. βDo you like it?β
βUh, yeah. I do. Itβs justβ¦different.β
I knew he was lying.
Or maybe not lying exactly. Just trying not to admit it reminded him too much of Shelbyβs hair. Someone we both hated equally. Someone I swore Iβd never become.
βSorry Iβm late,β he said quickly, like he wanted to move past it. βMy mom made me help with her book club thing and it ran forever. Then I realized I still needed to get you a gift.β
He pushed the basket toward me.
βHere. Welcome home.β
I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt. βI missed you,β I admitted sheepishly.
The words surprised both of us.
Charlieβs face softened for a second before he looked away. βDidnβt really feel like it, to be honest.β
My stomach dropped slightly. βWhat?β
βI thought they changed you up there.β
βCharlie.β I laughed nervously. βNo. Iβm still me. Camp was justβ¦a lot.β
βOh yeah?β he asked, following me inside. βTell me all about the rich popular girls from New York.β
And so I did.
He followed me upstairs while I unpacked what remained, sitting cross legged on the carpet, while I told story after story. At first it felt easy again. Laughing at the camping was just rich people having vacation somewhere where nature was heavily surrounded.
But as the night dragged on, I noticed Charlieβs demeanor changing.
Every conversation somehow finding a sour end, before we moved to a new topic.
The girls I talked about were βsnobby.β
The camp sounded βfake.β
The people I met sounded βannoying.β
And every time I defended any part of it, he retaliated. Confusion at first but eventually frustration.
Like we were both realizing there was suddenly time I spent at game drew us apart.
At one point, when I was laughing about something stupid that happened at the lake, Charlie interrupted me.
βYou really liked it there, huh?β
βYeah,β I answered carefully. βI did.β
He nodded slowly, eyes dropping to the floor.
Before camp, silence with Charlie used to feel comfortable. That night it felt heavy, like trying to swim while holding dumbbells.
At some point while I was talking, he leaned closer without thinking. Muscle memory. Like all those times we spent βfiguring it out.β Our first kiss at the fair didnβt change anything between us. No label, feelings, nothing had changed but now?
I froze.
Because before camp, I wouldβve let him kiss me. Maybe I even wanted him to.
But now all I could think about was how different he suddenly looked sitting in my bedroom. How badly I wanted to fit into the version of myself I created over the summer.
And Charlie belonged too much to the old version of me.
So I shifted away before he could close the distance. Pretending I didnβt notice.
His expression changed instantly. Small enough that someone else mightβve missed it.
But I didnβt.
After that, everything felt off.
He left earlier than I expected.
And his gift sat untouched on my dresser long after he was gone.
You come home after getting broken up with. Caleb notices. He always noticesβ¦
Tags- caleb xia, caleb drabble, use of βmei meiβ, fluff, your first breakup, caleb x reader, caleb x you, love and deep space, etc.
Unedited- sorry for typos
Your first boyfriend of two years finally broke the news. For a while, you thought maybe it was the stress; final exams, graduation, entrance exams. Thoughts swirled through your head everytime you hung out with him. Anytime you asked it was the same answer. βIβm okay. You donβt need to worry.β
The summer heat that laid on your skin like a blanket. Most days the warmth was comforting but day. The heat was like fire burning and pricking at your skin.
Jestindly waiting indront of the door of Granβs house, your thoughts about how you would tell everyone.
You wanted to avoid it but the dried mascra that pathetically ran down while he broke your heart was enought to show something was wrong. Knowing Caleb he wouldnβt let it go until you told him.
You thought about crawling into his arms like you always did. Something Nathan(your boyfriend, no ex) hated.
Caleb was always going to be there. But the humiliation of this was something new, raw, and personal.
You gently turn the doorknob, hoping no one would hear you. Despite your endovors Caleb was slouched on the couch. His phone in hand had his full attention afore you walked in.
You heat shot down before he could meet your eyes.
Gran yelled out a hello.
You took in a breath before greeting her from afar.
Thankfully Calebs gaze dropped back to his celllhone. You retreated down the hallway to your room.
~
The bed was freezing as you slipped beneath the dueve. The second you curled yourself in the tears started. Initially it was the anxiety you felt trying to hide from Caleb.
After a few minutes of deep breathing you decided itd be best to turn on a distraction.
You grabbed the tv remote. Tapping the home button to take your display out of rest mode.
You scrolled aimlessly through the shows, then to another platform to repeat the same ritual.
Gran had announced dinner was ready. You stayed in bed. The tv humming softly, while you scanned old messages between you and Nathan.
Caught so deeply in the transe of self loathing you didnt notice Caleb walk in. Maybe that was just himβ¦he was slick like that. Always sneaking up behind you and Gran. He swore it wasnβt on purpose though.
βHey Pip,β you stayed still.
βPip, you okay? I brought you a plate.β His footsteps closes. The bed dips in with his weight. He asks again. βPips, you can talk to me yβknow.β His hand rested on the curve of your stomach. You were still facing the wall.
His soft reassurance was breaking you. βYou can tell me anything. Iβm always going to protect you.β His hand still on the curve of your stomach.
He sat the plate down on the side table. βIm not leaving til ya talk to me.β Instead of laying next to me he got up and sat on the floor against the bed.
~
I guess he was serious when he said βim not going anywhereβ. Its not that you didnt want him around. You did. Its just talking about a breakip with Caleb. He wouldnt understand.
Since we were kids it was alwaysβ¦
βomge, does he have a girlfriend.β
βYour sooo lucky you live with him.β
βAre you guys even related.β
βYou arenβt technically related.β
The commenets at fiest made you uncomfortable. You could understand Caleb was handsome. Exactly why you donβt want to talk to him about a breakup. But you grew up together, despite not being biological related he would always see me as his baby sister.
~
The only light that lit the room was the sun going down, tv, and Calebs giant ass phone he swore he needed.
βMeimei,β he whispered. βWhen are you going to open up to me?β The floor creaked under his weight.
His words were exactly like his hands tracing over your skin, both leaving goosebumps.
You adjust yourself to face him. He still on the floor his arm resting on the twin size bed.
βThere you are. You ready to talk?β
You nodded, the invitation alone had him swooping you into his arms.
βNath-nathan broke up with me.β The confession fell from your lips.
βWell he was a-β
βCaleb!β You cried, βjust because you didnβt like him doesnβt mean that changes how I feel.β
βIm sorry Pip. You deserve the world. You deserve everything.β His finger swiped away a tear. βHe was never worthy of you.β
βOh Caleb,β you sniffed, βyouβre being dramatic.β
βIm not. I mean it. Iβm sure Grams would agree.β
He pulled you into his arms, you snuggled closer how you always did.
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ΰ¨ΰ§ β Caleb's palm cups your cheek, thumb brushing a tear from your cheek, smearing salt and sweat. "Pipsqueak, Iβ¦" he murmurs, guilt flickering across his features as he takes in your wrecked state- cum smeared thighs, your puffy, fucked out hole still weeping his seed onto the already wrecked sheets... body absolutely limp. "Shit. I went too far."
You try to reassure him, to push a weak 's'okay', but all that comes out is a garbled, wet mumble, your throat still raw from screaming and stuffed full of his cock earlier.
His knuckles brush a damp strand of hair from your temple, the touch startlingly soft after the bruising grip he'd used hours earlier. "Don't move a muscle," he orders before pressing a feather light kiss to your sweaty forehead, "not one."
He vanishes into the bathroom- click of the light, hiss of running water before returning with a warm washcloth.
The first swipe across your collarbone is heaven as he works with focused gentleness that steals your breath- wiping the mascara that threatens to stain your cheeks, the pearly streaks from your belly the, and the slick mess from your inner thighs. His thumb grazes your swollen folds, making you jolt. "Shhh. Hold still," he says softly, dabbing with infinite care at your tender, reddened flesh, "i've got you."
As he tends to you, his gaze fall on something in the corner of the bed. A small smile tugs at his lips as he reaches for the worn plush frog piloting a plane- a silly gift he gave you months ago that has somehow become a fixture in your shared space.
"Look who's here," he says, voice warm and playful as he makes the stuffed frog bob and weaves in front of your nose. "Mr. Frog was worried about you."
Despite your exhaustion, a smile breaks across your face. Caleb presses the little green pilot against your cheek in a playful "kiss", the childish gesture so at odds with the man who just fucked you senseless that you can't help but giggle. "Caaaleb," you finally manage, swatting at him weakly, "I'm okay." You nuzzle at Mr. Frog affectionately before looking up at Caleb, "We're both okay." and you feel how his arms lock tighter around you- not restraining, just anchoring.
His shoulders seem to release tension he didn't even know he was carrying as he gives you a gentle smile⦠his palm spreading protectively over where his daughter grows within you. "Both," he repeats softly, wonder and relief painting his voice as his thumb continues its gentle circles on your belly.
He stretches out beside you, gathering your tired body against his chest, his lips brushing your forehead as he pulls the blankets over you both. "My girls." he whispers with quiet happiness, and you feel his chin rest gently atop your head as he tucks the covers around your shoulders.
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SCHLATT IS GONNA MAKE HIS OWN THE STUDIO VERSION OF SINATRA'S 'MY WAY' I REPEAT HE'S GONNA MAKE EVERYTHING FROM SCRATCH (NEW COMPOSER, SHEET MUSIC, INSTRUMENTAL, BACK VOCALS, ETC) FOR HIS OWN VERSION OF 'MY WAY'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOT CLICKBAIT: MY SISTER ASKED ME TO PRACTICE KISSING SEX WITH HER.
it doesn't mean anything. it's just practice. i'll put in just the tip. caleb's usually a man of his word β until he isn't.
includes: 18+ nsfw, pseudocest (a LOT of pseudocest), making out, dryhumping, breastplay, titjob, masturbation while giving a blowjob, cum eating, cunnilingulus, fingering, "just the tip", unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, repressed virgin + repressed virgin = they be doing too much sex
Caleb normally has the patience of a saint. Hiding your feelings for a girl you see practically 24/7 would do that to you. He's learned all the ways to stop his cheeks from flaring up each time you make his heart flutter, which is saying something, because you basically give him a heart attack just by being in his presence.
But his pretense of normal older brother behavior nearly breaks when you come up next to him on the sofa, head lowered and hands fidgeting, "Caleb, do you know how to... You know..."
You're too shy to say it entirely, but Caleb would be an idiot not to know what you mean when your whole face reddens like a ripe tomato, teeth gnawing on your cherry pink lips in nervousness.
Caleb gently puts down his phone, willing his entire body to remain still. Pretend to be sane. "And pray tell," Caleb is grateful his voice doesn't give away anything he's feeling, eyes still fixated on your lips, "who gave my innocent little sister such dirty fantasies?"
Your head shoots up to face him, cheeks somehow turning even redder. "What?! Get your head out of the gutter! I'm just talking about kissing!"
Something awful fills in his mouth, but he still forces his lips to quirk into a smile, arms crossing over his chest to feign nonchalance. "Why do you want to know?"
"I... um..." You're fiddling with your fingers again, gaze flitting to anywhere that doesn't meet his burning stare. "I want to... practice."
Caleb suppresses the urge toβ well, he's not really sure. Something close to a flinch, maybe. If he were drinking tea, he probably would've choked on it from shock.
A thrill runs through him at the request, but a cold dread quickly seeps in to crush any feeling of delight. Sure, this exact situation may have been one of his dirty fantasies, but in his imagination, he never really had any solid idea why you'd want to practice kissing with him in the first place; it was just a silly thing he thought about when his carnal desires took over.
But now that you're in front of him, actually asking him to kiss you, he can't help but think of a thousand possible reasons why. Were you just curious, having watched too many romance movies? Were you practicing for a hypothetical boyfriend?
...Or were you practicing for a guy you already had eyes on, too shy to kiss him without experience?
Well, unfortunately for you, Caleb has never felt the need to kiss, so how would he know how kissing worked? Or at least, he didn't want to kiss anyone that wasn't you. Which was definitely not in his cards.
Until now, the opportunity handed to him on a silver platter.
"You want to practice with me?" Caleb inches his face closer to yours, one brow raised. You blink rapidly, flushed down to your neck.
"It's... it's not that I want to do it with you, specifically..." It's not a very convincing argument, but it sends a pang of hurt to his chest nonetheless. "It's just that I haven't- I don't have anyone else to ask-" Good, because Caleb would've probably killed him. "You know what? Forget about it. It's weird."
You try to get up from the couch and leave, but Caleb wraps a strong hand around your wrist, pulling you back. Perhaps he tugged a little too strongly to his direction, because you end up straddling his lap, hands holding onto his shoulders to balance yourself.
"What's weird?" Caleb smiles, putting on his most convincing expression of 'kissing your sibling is totally normal'. "I don't mind."
Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion and disbelief. "You... don't?"
"It's just practice. Why? You think I can't do it?" He pulls you closer by the waist, looking up into your eyes, strands of your hair brushing his cheek. "It's definitely better than letting my baby sister make out with some other loser."
You're gnawing on your lip again, and Caleb can't help but stare at the pink tongue that darts out to wet your dry lip.
"Well?" Caleb cocks his head to the side. "We don't have much time until Gran gets home."
Your grip on his shoulder tightens, cheeks an endearing shade of pink. "...Let's go to your room."
Caleb has the patience of a saint.
He chants it in his mind over and over to convince himself, because he's quickly realizing it isn't true. He'd kept his paws to himself for the better part of the time you've been in his room, even when you sat on his lap instead of beside him on the bed and stared at him expectantly.
The thing is, Caleb knows next to nothing about kissing because he's never tried it himself. But he doesn't let it show. He cups your cheek carefully, tells you to close your eyes, and hopes he's doing a good job of pretending like he knows what he's doing.
From then on, it's instinct.
Slotting your lips together at the right angle. Trying to not lose his breath as he kisses his dearest sister. Biting on your bottom lip gently to urge you to open your mouth for him, and preening when you obediently do.
Caleb doesn't really know how much tongue one should use. But he's probably doing too much.
At first, he's just testing the waters. Licking at the seam of your lips. Teasing the sensitive roof of your mouth. Gives your tongue a shy nudge.
Ten minutes later, he's sucking on it. Hands roaming your body. Eyes glazed over with sheer delight when you don't push him away, instead tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him even closer. He sucks on your tongue like it's candy, and you make noises he's never heard before, "ah, hn, gege..." straight out of a wet dream. He breaks away for a second, just for a breather, but you pull him back in and he nearly moans when you shyly give kitten licks to his tongue, soft and wet and fucking adorable.
Fuck, I'm hard, he thinks to himself, wishing you don't notice, but there's no way you don't feel his bulge pressing against you, rubbing against your thigh.
He wants to move his hips. Hump his cock against your panties beneath your skirt. Better yet, strip all the clothing altogether. Fuck you hard like in the wet dreams that plague him at night. Filthy fantasies of your pussy wrapped around his cock, wet with your juices and his cum. His fingers rubbing your engorged clit to see you cry out his name, drenching his hand with your slick. Cunt stretched to fit all of his thick girth, his base messy with frothy cum.
His hips move, just a little bit. He rolls his hips upward, directly pressing on your pussy. You squeak into his mouth, fingers curling tighter to his hair, but you don't stop him. You can feel him smile as his hands are placed on either side of your waist, moving you to rock back against him.
"C'mon, you move too..." he murmurs before he's sealing your lips again, the slide of his tongue against yours addicting. You clumsily raise your hips, rubbing at the tent in his pants, and the filthy groan he lets out goes straight to your core.
"D-do you do this when you kiss other girls?" You gasp as his lips move to your neck, sucking a visible mark beneath your ear. He makes a vague, unanswering hum, and you end up forgetting you even asked soon enough.
The friction makes you feel hotter than ever, burning at the nerves in your brain. You feel yourself getting dumbed down into a state where all you can think about is more, I need more of him, drowning in your most base desires.
The pace gets more frantic. Your clothed cunt rubs against his pants, all the while Caleb refuses to separate your pressed lips. At this point, you're not sure what you're doing qualifies as kissing, just panting against each other's mouths, tongues rubbing obscenely.
"Mm... ah... stick out your tongue more, meimei..."
"Ahn, yeah, okay... mmph..."
You're almost reaching... something you can't quite name, but it's hot, and it's near. You grind against your big brother more desperately, pursuing that high, and you swear you'll die if Caleb stopsβ
The front door opens. Gran's keys clatter on the living room table.
Caleb pulls away, and you very nearly whine in disappointment.
But Caleb's hair is in charming disarray, eyes clouded over with lust, lips swollen and shiny with your spit. It's a sight you want to burn into your eyes forever, distracting you enough to forget for a moment how you've been basically blue-balled.
"Fuck," he utters, voice raspy and ruined. His grip on your waist loosens. "We shouldβ we should probably stop here."
"Yes," you respond breathlessly, even though you want to do the exact opposite. Clearing your throat, you slowly pry yourself off from him, legs feeling like jelly.
A wave of mortification washes over you when you find a wet spot on Caleb's pants, right where you rubbed against him. Right where he's pitching a tent he can't possibly hide, somehow even larger than it felt.
You don't acknowledge it. Pretend it doesn't exist. Neither does he, covering it up with the hem of his large sweater. You rush to the door, patting down your messy hair and your even messier clothes, wrinkled and probably soaked with more than just sweat.
But before you leave, you whisper almost too quietly, "...Tomorrow."
Caleb understands immediately. Gives a crooked smile. "Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow" is similar as the first time. The only difference is you're in the dining room, sitting on the table with Caleb between your spread legs, still humping against each other as you desperately lock lips.
You don't make plans after that, but the next day, you find yourself knocking on his door late at night, unable to sleep. He doesn't have to ask why you're there, simply pulls you into his bed as he kisses down your neck, clothed cock rubbing against your pajama shorts.
It takes a week of shy touches and heavy makeouts before Caleb's hands find the courage to leave your waist, trailing up beneath your shirt. You shiver at the sensation of his warm, large hand sliding over your skin, fingers dipping into the slope of your back. "Anyone kissed you here before?" he whispers to your ear, fiddling with the hook of your bra. Stunned speechless, you shake your head no, and it's all he needs to hear to push up your shirt.
Caleb doesn't hide his awe. He stares intently at your chest, at the cute, lacy bra topped off with a tiny bow. It's different from the time he accidentally saw your underwear hanging to dry and you rushed to scurry them off in embarrassment β this time, you're clad in it, showing it off even, despite your burning cheeks.
He takes a sharp breath, hands roaming around your body almost in worship. Pushes up the bra to reveal your tits in full glory, nipples perky and tempting him to lick. He fondles the supple skin, teases at the peaks, and something dark curls in his eyes when he hears you let out a "Haah, wait, Caleb, that's...!"
Slowly, he presses light kisses on the valley of your breasts, licking at the expanse of soft skin. When he wraps his lips around a nipple, his hand prods at the other one, keeping eye contact while he sucks.
His touch feels like fire, your core burning hotter than ever. The sight of your big brother playing with your tits should not excite you this much, but you can feel yourself dripping, soaking your underwear into ruin. You don't dare tear your eyes away even as shame makes you want to hide β it'd be such a waste to miss even a moment of this, to see Caleb lick at your nipples, suck red marks anywhere his lips roam.
"You smell so good..." He presses his nose between your breasts, breathing in the scent of your sweat and the body soap you share. "So pretty..." His tongue trails a line downwards, eyes fixed to your gaze.
You bite down on your bottom lip, struggling to keep yourself quiet. His brow furrows, stopping for a moment to press down on your lip with his thumb. "Don't do that. You'll hurt yourself."
"The neighbors will hear," you murmur, considering the thin walls. Caleb thinks for a moment, and then he grins.
He takes the edge of your shirt, lifting it to your mouth. "Bite on this?"
Your cheeks fill with heat, but you open your mouth in assent.
The humiliation almost makes it hotter. The shirt muffles your moans, but you're also exposing yourself to Caleb, letting your brother suck on your tits as much as he wants. Swirling his tongue around the perky buds, lapping up his own spit that drips down. Squeezing your other breast and flicking the tit with his finger.
"Hey, meimei..." he mumbles while he sucks. He takes one of your hands, places it over the bulge in his pants. "What do you think of kissing gege over here too?"
Moments later, you're on your knees while Caleb stands in front of you, suckling on his tip as he fucks his cock between your tits. "Fuck..." He can't stop himself, lightheaded and on the verge of a nosebleed as he looks down on you, pushing your breasts together and licking his leaking precum. "My baby sister is sucking my cock... you look so good with your mouth full, meimei..."
You couldn't fit most of it in your mouth, not with the sheer size of it. Caleb's cock was so stupidly huge, you could barely wrap your hand around it fully. It was long and thick, and you felt dizzy at the thought of putting it inside you. Your pussy clenched, feeling more empty than ever, and you couldn't help but sneak a hand underneath your shorts to rub your clit, so wet from arousal.
"Haah, that's it, keep going..." Without noticing it himself, Caleb's thrusts have gotten rougher, his tip scraping the back of your throat. "Gege's cumming soon... take all of my cum, hm?"
Your rubbing grows more frantic as he reaches closer to orgasm, admiring his pleasured expression. Caleb runs a hand through his hair, hips still moving to fuck his dick in your mouth, muscled torso shiny with sweat. "Ugh, fuck, your tongue... yeah, that spot feels so good, pips... gege loves it when you suck me like that."
I want his cock in me I want his cock in me chants in your head, fingers still rubbing your clit. You've always masturbated to your older brother, imagined his hot body over yours, but it's different when he's using you for his own release. Having him fuck his huge dick to your throat while you're touching yourself, watching him in the throes of pleasure.
"Ah, shit, here it comes, fuckβ show me your tongue, meimeiβ"
Caleb pulls you away from his dick by your hair, and you'd be disappointed if not for the sight of him jerking off his own cock, fist hitting over his heavy balls, until he shoots his thick load, spraying cum all over your face, your stuck out tongue, and your tits.
You cum on your fingers as he groans deeply, still stripping his cock as he releases, and it takes a while for him to finish cumming. "Fuck... that felt so good..."
Caleb looks down at you, places a thumb on your cum-stained tongue, and swirls it around. "Swallow it."
You obey, gulping down his thick load. His eyes shine with satisfaction, patting your head like he usually does to praise you. "Good girl."
He helps you to your feet, pushing you back to bed. His large hands roam around your body again, running along your curves, massaging his cum on your tits. Then he leans down to lick it off, not once breaking eye contact.
"Don't worry about the mess. Gege's going to clean you up now, okay?"
Your little "kissing practice" becomes so much more. Eventually, you're sneaking around every opportunity you get β when Gran is out, or when it's late at night, or when you're about to shower and Caleb gets the bright idea to sneak in the bathroom to pin you against the wall and slide his cock between your legs. Look, my cock and your pussy are kissing.
It doesn't take a genius you've gone far, far beyond just kissing. So it doesn't surprise you anymore when on one of your "practice sessions" in your bedroom, his fingers brush on your inner thigh. "Let me kiss you here, too."
It's not surprising, but you still feel a bit shy lifting up your skirt and spreading your legs when Caleb tells you to. He looks far too pleased with himself when he finds you're absolutely wet, pure white panties almost see-through. He rubs your clothed clit with his thumb, chuckling when you unconsciously move your hips to grind against his finger.
But Caleb doesn't have the patience to tease. He slips off your underwear and marvels at the strings of arousal clinging to your soaked panties. "Naughty girl..." He clicks his tongue, gripping your thighs to spread them apart. "So wet for her big brother."
Your pretty pussy is flushed pink, dripping onto the sheets. He can see it clench around nothing in anticipation, waiting for his cock to fill it up with cum.
Caleb can't stop himself anymore. He inhales deeply into your bare cunt, groans a curse to himself, then begins to dig in.
His first lick is a broad stripe on your clit, thick tongue swiping on the sensitive nub. You jolt at the unfamiliar sensation, curling your fingers into his hair. "Ah, wait, Caleb- ohh, ahh, no...!"
"So fucking sweet," he moans at the taste, licking relentlessly now. "Fuck, I should've done this sooner."
He laps at your slit, drinking up the pussy juice that won't stop leaking. He smothers his face in it, nose rubbing on your clit and chin dripping with your slick, hands holding down your trembling legs to the mattress. He's squeezed between your thighs, and he looks like he's on heaven, utterly delighted at the moans he's pulling from you.
"Nn, mm, ahh, gege! Oh, your tongue-!" You're unable to string together a full sentence, mind a constant loop of so good fuck fuck gege's licking my pussy so good.
Caleb slurps noisily, an embarrassing noise you'll worry about later, but for now, your fried brain can only think it's so hot, you're so wet, gege please lick me more I love it right there please please.
Caleb sucks your clit like he's making out with it, rolling his tongue in circles and lapping up anything he can catch, thoroughly pussy drunk and intoxicated. He's grinding mindlessly into the mattress until he can't take it anymore, freeing his cock from his sweatpants and jerking off at the taste of your pussy.
"You're so fucking good for me, meimei," Caleb groans loudly, fucking his tongue into your hole as his dick pulsates in his hand, spurting more precum. You thrash around, riding his face and making a mess of him. "Fuck yes, just use me. Gege's just a toy to make you feel good."
And it really is as if you're treating him like a toy for your pleasure, burying his face to your pussy, uncaring if he can't breathe. Carelessly bucking up your hips to get his tongue deeper, licking the spot you want him to reach. Rubbing your swollen clit on his nose.
You've fantasized about this, of your big brother holding you down on your bed and making you cum on his tongue. Not stopping until you've squirted all over him, his fingers still fucking your pussy even when you feel overstimulated. You want it. You want it so bad.
"Caleb, more, please, I'm gonna cum!" you wail, legs trembling, bracing for the orgasm you know will ruin you.
"Go on," Caleb says, and you can feel the words form on his lips against your cunt, the vibrations driving you closer to the brink, "Cum on your big brother's face."
Your eyes roll back, liquid spraying out from your pussy and onto Caleb's mouth. "Fuck yes, keep squirting on me, pips." It keeps coming out like a leaking faucet and Caleb sits up, putting his cock on your pussy and letting the squirt drench him, using it as lube as he rubs his cock.
"Shit, you're so wet," he says in awe, staring as you keep spraying the clear liquid. He taps your clit with his tip, laughing when it makes you gush one last time. "So sensitive, too."
"Gege... ah..." you weakly utter when Caleb keeps rubbing his cock on your pussy, covering himself in your cum. The obscene squelch only gets him harder.
His cock is throbbing, so hard that it hurts. He wants to put it in. Fuck his precious little sister's pussy that's right in front of him. Take her virginity and fill her up with his hot cum. Fuck her against every surface on this house, on your bed, in the bathtub, on the floor, at the sofa you both always watched TV on growing up.
"Just the tip," he pants, just sane enough to make a compromise, prodding at your hole with the leaking head. "I want to put it inside you, meimei."
"Ah..." You stare at the cock between your legs, so huge compared to your tight pussy. We can't isnβt something you can say when you've already crossed the line several times over. And you can't seem to take your eyes away from his dick, thick in girth and long, curving prettily in a way you know will hit that spot inside you.
"Please..." He leans down to whisper in your ear, hand pressing down on your stomach, measuring just how deep it'll reach. "Gege's been wanting this for so long."
There's no way that'll fit, the more reasonable voice inside your head cries out. I want all of him inside me, the whore in you says otherwise. "G... gege's cock is too big..." You don't mean it to sound so provocative, saying it as statement of fact, but he twitches against your skin, and you hope it's only in your imagination when you think Oh god, did he just get bigger...?!
"Then gege will be careful." Caleb strokes your pussy with his fingers, enjoying watching you tremble at the lightest touch. "I'll make sure it won't hurt."
And so, Caleb begins his quest to loosen your virgin pussy. A quest he seems to particularly enjoy, boredom never flicking across his features as he adds more fingers to your tight cunt. Marvels at the overflowing wetness slicking his hand, prodding everywhere in search of your g-spot. Holds down your thighs when he finds it, not allowing you to escape from the pleasure.
"Do you like this, pips? Do you like it when your big brother fingerfucks you?"
He sounds utterly sinful, words slightly muffled by the tit in his mouth, fucking in three thick fingers in your cunt, a thumb rolling on your poor, puffy clit.
"I like it so much." He makes another hickey on your chest. "I like the feeling of my sister's tight, virgin pussy squeezing around me."
Inevitably, his filthy words make you cum hard, splattering a mess on his arm.
"Cumming again?" Caleb hums as you gush around him for the nth time, fingers still moving, making your pussy squelch. "You really like this, huh?"
You groan weakly as he peppers your face with kisses, pussy twitching from the overstimulation. "Hnn... too much, Caleb... I can't..."
Caleb tuts, sucking another mark on your collarbone. "You can."
"Gegeee," you whine, holding onto his back. You feel like you've cum enough times to last a lifetime, the sheets beneath you soaked through and through.
"Please?" He nuzzles against your neck, affectionate and loving. "Just the tip. I want to feel you inside."
You glance at this monster-sized cock. And then at the puppy dog eyes that don't match it at all, sparkling innocently like he didn't just say the filthiest talk known to man.
"You don't want to try it?" He slides his heavy cock between your legs, letting you feel every vein. "I'll make it feel good. Better than my tongue."
He takes his dick in his hand, dips the head inside your pussy, just a small stretch. A fresh wave of slick wets it, spurting clear drops of arousal. When you don't push him away, just wrapping your arms around him and waiting with bated breath, he carefully pushes deeper.
It's thicker than you imagined it'd feel. Even thicker than his fingers. An overwhelming pressure that takes your breath away, your mouth forming an 'o', and you're almost annoyed when he stops sliding in.
He really just put the tip.
"Fuuuuck," he swears, using all his restraint not to slide everything in one go, a bead of sweat from his chin dropping on your chest. "Your pussy's so warm, meimei..."
"Haah, Caleb..." The thickness is nothing you've ever felt before, nothing his fingers could prep you enough for. Caleb's so big everywhere, from his height, his broad shoulders, his toned arms, his hands on your waist, and even with how massive he feels with just the tip, you can see the length of him that hasn't gone inside between your legs.
He moves slowly, fucking his tip in and out in a pace that leaves you wanting and hungry. "Mm, shit..."
He grips you tightly, gaze fixed on the way you clench around him, pretty pussy welcoming his cock. You wrap around him so deliciously, your cute twitchy clit just sitting above his cock. "God, you're so tight, my cock probably won't fit all the way."
It's a hypothetical thought. Because he really does mean to just put in the tip.
But you keep sucking him in, cunt warm and wet and hot and so good around him. Without meaning to, his cock slides further than he means to every other thrust, reaching deeper and deeper to your core, the plap plap noises of your skin slapping together echoing in your room.
When his cock is halfway in, Caleb is on the verge of cumming. "Ah, ah, wait, shit, sorry," he's panting out, apologies spilling from his lips, but his hips never stop moving. "Fuck, you just feel so good, I can't stop."
Your nails are digging scratches on his muscled back, mind turned into mush. The only thing you can think about is how big he is, how much deeper he could go if he went all the way. How much better it would feel if you could feel his cock in its entirety.
"Ge," you mindlessly whine. "Gege, please..." Are you begging him to stop? Or to fuck you hard and fast without restraint? You don't even know anymore. But your body answers for you.
You lock your legs around him, pulling him closer.
His cock slides in all the way to the hilt.
"Oh, fuck!"
Without warning, he spills inside you, load after load of cum filling up your pussy. He's cumming hard, groaning brokenly into your neck, his orgasm so mind-shattering he can't do anything other than pump his milk deep in your cunt, hot neverending pulses of semen flowing to your womb.
"Ah, shit, I'm sorry, I can't stop cumming, fuck...!"
It's not just that he can't stop cumming. He's still as hard as he was before.
It isn't long before he hoists your legs on his shoulders, looking absolutely pussy drunk. He rams his entire cock into you with rough, deep thrusts, fucking his cum deeper into your womb, some of it overflowing from your hole and coating the base of his cock in white. "I came inside my little sister's pussy," he babbles mindlessly, his groans pornographic. "My cum... deep inside your cunt... fuck..."
"Ge, your cock is so big," you moan like a slut, uncaring if the neighbors hear the debauchedy in your house at this point. "Fuck me more, please, I want more of your cum!"
"Ah, meimei, you're being so loud." Caleb brings his hand to your pussy, tormenting your clit again, making your legs kick out. "Everyone will know your big brother is fucking you so good. Getting his little sister pregnant while no one else is home."
"Yes, yes, please, I love it when my big brother cums inside me!"
"Yeah? You wanna be gege's cumdump?" He pants, flicking your clit, groping your breasts, nailing your g-spot in every thrust β everything he knows to make you moan louder, scream his name. "Go ahead. Milk your big brother's cock dry."
Time passes in a blur. It just so happens that you'll be alone at home for the next few days, your Gran going out to visit a friend from the countryside. Caleb takes this as his opportunity to fuck you without fear of getting caught.
Caleb fucks you in all sorts of positions, in different places β doggy style in the kitchen, making a mess on the floor; "Haah, meimei, how do we face Gran after this? You've squirted all over the table we use to eat together."
Reverse cowgirl on the living room couch, the show playing on the TV completely forgotten; "Ah, pips, didn't you say you liked this actor? Something about how good-looking he is. So why aren't you paying attention? Come on, hng, haah... don't just fuck yourself on gege's cock. Focus on the movie."
Laid out on your bed, 69 in your room; "Fuck, you're dripping all over me, baby... Yeah, suck on my cock, just like that. Your mouth feels fucking amazing."
And now, in his bedroom, Caleb leans back, letting his precious baby sister ride him first thing in the morning, awoken by the feeling of your wet pussy enveloping his cock. He enjoys seeing you fuck him yourself, desperate for release, tits moving as you bounce on his dick, flicking your own nipples and rubbing your clit to give him a show.
"That kissing practice," Caleb starts, unable to help himself and lazily circles your swollen clit with his finger, making you cry out, "that was just a ploy for me to train you, wasnt it? Training you to be your big brother's slut."
"Ah, ah, yes, hn, I wanted... wanted to be gege's slut!" You move your hips with more fervor now, and Caleb knows too well that's a sign you're close.
He pushes you to your back, slamming into your pussy with intense thrusts. Makes you squirt on his cock, spraying all over his abs. Smiles at the sight of your fucked-out face, tongue lolling out, eyes rolled back. "That's right. You've become my slut. All mine."
And then he thrusts again, and again, and again. Because he's raised a devil who can't be satisfied with normal sex anymore.
(And if he slips in an "I love you" or two after that, well, you're too fucked out to hear anyway.)
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