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“Get up, Pips, you’re going to be late and we won’t be able to have breakfast together.”
“I don’t want to, Ge. I’m sleepy…” you mumbled while burying yourself under the blankets.
It wasn’t your room—the scent of cinnamon and wood was everywhere. It felt so comforting to sleep in Caleb’s bed, just like when you were kids: so warm and spacious.
You weren’t lying when you said you were sleepy. The night before, he had fed you his famous melatonin gummies after you told him you didn’t have even a hint of drowsiness. And here were the consequences—you were even sleepier now.
Caleb sighed when he saw you like that. You weren’t even opening your eyes; you just wanted to keep sleeping, and even better if it was in gege’s bed.
“…Silly Pips, how many times have you skipped in these past two weeks?” he asked. Caleb probably already knew the answer but wanted you to admit it.
“Mmm… two?”
“Four,” he corrected. “And I’m not even counting the time you pretended to go and came straight back home.”
“How did you know?!”
“You can’t hide anything from me. Come on, get up.”
You were feeling particularly bratty that morning. Maybe if you asked nicely, Caleb would let you skip again today.
You missed going to school with him, spending every recess by his side, especially cheering him on at his soccer matches—you were his number-one fan. But Caleb was two years older, and because of that tiny age gap, you could no longer spend your high school days together.
“Gege, if I go I’ll fall asleep at the bus stop, I swear. Let me skip today, pretty please?” you begged, sitting up on your knees with your hands clasped, giving him your best puppy-dog face.
He sighed and gave in.
“…After all, it’s my fault, isn’t it? Fine, stay home today.”
Caleb could never stop spoiling you.
You slept through the entire morning with your nose buried in Caleb’s pillows. His scent was so comforting it made you feel protected. For a moment you thought you had never slept so well—maybe because of the melatonin gummies, or maybe the combination of those and his bed.
You rubbed your eyes and looked out the window. It was snowing. Immediately you worried about Caleb. The last time it snowed he had to pull a double shift because the other person didn’t show up. His boss asked, and since he couldn’t say no to the extra money, he stayed all night. The idiot ended up getting sick.
You were about to get out of bed and go to your room to grab your phone and call him when a hand caught your waist. His arm wrapped around you and pulled you close.
You turned a little to see his face and immediately felt his extreme body heat. Not only that—his cheeks were flushed, his ears too, and his breathing sounded labored. You placed your hand on his forehead. He was burning up. The idiot had gotten sick again.
“Ge, let me go get some medicine—” you started, but he interrupted.
“I already took something. I just want to sleep here. You’re so warm.”
You sighed. His brow was furrowed from the discomfort and his lips were chapped from dehydration. There was something special about seeing him sick—he never let you get close when he was ill, always with the excuse that you might catch it.
“Stop staring…”
“It’s because you look awful, you dummy Caleb.”
You didn’t know where he found the strength, but he turned away. He didn’t want you to see him like this.
Caleb had arrived two hours before you woke up. He already felt terrible when he left work—sneezing the entire shift. The cold outside only made it worse, especially since he hadn’t brought a scarf or gloves.
He had wanted to lock himself in his room so you wouldn’t see him weak, but the problem was that you were still in his room, in his bed. He tried to carry you to your own room, but he couldn’t—the headache was too much.
You struggled against his grip and turned back toward him.
“Caleb, you idiot. Let me take care of you.”
He opened his eyes, inwardly cursing himself for not hiding in the bathroom or the attic so you wouldn’t see him so pathetic.
There was such a raw vulnerability in him, even a distant kind of reciprocity. He could watch you cry, but you weren’t allowed to see him.
He released the pressure and turned his back to you, isolating himself like always.
He was an idiot and you loved him so much. You didn’t believe him when he said he had already taken medicine, so you slowly started to get up from his side. You thought he would let you go—and you were completely wrong.
Caleb wrapped his arms around your shoulders and trapped you in a weak hug—so fragile you could have broken free if you tried, but you didn’t.
He buried his face in your neck when you tried to look at him again.
“…I want to be with you forever. Don’t ever leave.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Ge.”
“Then why are you looking for scholarships in another state? Do you think I can’t take care of you anymore?”
The air left your lungs in that instant. How long had he known?
A few weeks ago you had done deep research on the requirements for a full scholarship. You didn’t want Caleb to worry about money your whole life—if you could take that burden off him for college, you would. But he hadn’t taken it that way. He genuinely believed you no longer wanted or needed him, or worse—that he could no longer provide for you. You hadn’t thought about how he found out. You could never hide anything from him.
When you looked at him again, his eyes were glassy and his pupils dilated from the fever. If Caleb had been fully lucid, he probably never would have asked that question—he would have swallowed the pain and suffered in silence.
“I’ll always let you take care of me, gege. I promise.”
Reluctantly, he let you go get medicine and warm cloths. He was so obedient when you scolded him for letting himself get into such bad shape.
He had those puppy eyes, following your every movement. He even tried not to close them when the warm cloths on his burning skin made him shiver.
Unlike him, you avoided his gaze. You knew why—and at the same time you didn’t.
“Pips…”
“I’m going to get water.”
When you came back he had fallen asleep. You continued trying to bring down his fever.
You were startled when he suddenly sat up. Thinking he was thirsty, you handed him the plastic cup of water.
Instead of taking it, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him. The water spilled and soaked the sheets.
With infinite tenderness that made you melt, Caleb caressed your cheek. His thumbs made small circles on your skin until one strand of hair fell loose. His fingers gently tucked it behind your ear. His gaze didn’t waver—almost like longing. Longing for you not to leave? Who knows. You couldn’t think much about it when he took your chin and brought you closer.
Caleb tilted his face at that perfect angle. When his eyes moved from yours to your lips, they trembled.
“Gege?”
He took you in missionary, always watching your expression to see if it hurt or felt good.
You were so embarrassed and yet so eager—you already wanted Caleb inside you. You didn’t understand why he was taking so long to prepare you with his fingers.
“Ge… stop, I can’t take it anymore,” you sighed. His hands were too skilled.
First came kisses and licks—according to him, to replace lube. When he already had you squeezing your thighs around his cheeks, Caleb slid slowly, sucking and tasting your lips down to your entrance. He paused for a moment and lifted his chin.
“Can I put my tongue in?” he asked, without even stuttering.
“…Is that allowed?”
“Of course it is. Is it okay if I do?”
“Yes.” It was a small affirmation, but enough for him to hear.
He spread your thighs with his palms and little by little you felt his lips surround you again and his tongue push inside.
You loved it—god, you wished you had better words to describe how good it felt. He cherished you so much; it was so intimate. You could hear him groan and sigh like he was eating the most wonderful dessert.
He didn’t just thrust with his tongue—he couldn’t help himself. He went back to sucking your clit like a starving man, and still had the presence of mind to slide one finger, then another, into your pussy.
“Fuck… I could do this for hours. You taste incredible, you smell, you feel incredible… so much better than—” He cut himself off before finishing the sentence. Of course—“so much better than your panties.” He would have given himself away as the big thief he was.
Even though you warned him twice that you were about to cum, he didn’t care. He didn’t mind if you finished on his face.
He savored every last drop, considerate enough to let you rest a couple of minutes before devouring you again.
After the second orgasm you felt soft and boneless. He, on the other hand, seemed like he wanted to spend the whole night like that. You had become his new favorite meal.
“G-ge, stop… I can’t anymore.”
“One more, just one more, please.”
“I feel like everything is throbbing…” His expression shifted from drunk bliss to semi-conscious clarity—not completely, obviously, not after tasting you the way he had longed to.
He got up, trying to behave and take care of you. He didn’t want to overstimulate your clit so soon. He wrapped you in a hug and kissed your mouth softly.
“Does it feel uncomfortable?”
“A little.”
“Mmm… let me check.”
It was barely a graze, but it made you clamp your thighs around his hand.
His reaction to yours made you look away when you saw his smug, lifted smile. He wasn’t just proud—he felt accomplished.
“That was cute haha.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No—” Even though you tried to sound super serious, you could still see that idiot grin on his face.
“Okay, okay Pips, let’s get you ready.”
Wasn’t what came before “getting you ready”?
Caleb had to listen to your complaints, and to you he was completely guilty. He had clearly said the first step was the much-debated “preparation”! You eventually gave up when he lectured you that he didn’t want to hurt you and blah blah blah. You stopped listening—it was just his kink to hear you sob and feel you tug his hair while your thighs squeezed his cheeks.
And maybe it was, and yet you still obeyed his request.
He positioned himself behind you, chest pressed to your back, chin on your shoulder.
Reluctantly you understood the difference between devouring and preparing. The first was about dragging out, delaying, and ripping orgasms from you with fingers and tongue. The second was a non-painful itch—he wasn’t searching for any sweet spot inside you, just relaxing the muscle and stretching it slowly, introducing fingers one by one until almost all of them were inside.
“If I keep going like this, maybe my thumb would fit, and then my whole hand, don’t you think, Pips?”
“No, don’t even try.”
“Just kidding.”
“Sure.”
Why was he taking so long?
He was so dedicated it gave you cavities. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were desperate to finally feel him inside you. He noticed—you were frowning after all, always so spoiled.
Unlike you, he seemed to adore every second of the wait, as if thanking some higher power for this moment. In your head, the sound of his zipper coming down was so erotic.
Lying on the sheets while he kissed you, you hadn’t ignored that movement. Caleb felt your nervousness and kissed you again and again with that characteristic tenderness that had lasted for years. You still remembered your first stolen kiss behind grandma’s back. You wanted to keep remembering that sweet memory, but when Caleb rubbed the head of his cock against your clit, you snapped back to the present. You didn’t regret returning to reality—this felt as intimate as that chaste first kiss.
“Take a deep breath and relax. I’m going in.”
You obeyed your Ge like always. When you tried to relax, your breathing stopped as you felt the pressure of the tip entering you. Your body gave way—it burned and hurt. You finally understood why he had “prepared” you so carefully. Caleb hadn’t let you see his member before. When you looked down and saw his cock, you swallowed hard. Big—Caleb was big. You had never stopped to think about the size or thickness of him. That part was not going to fit.
“It hurts… G-gege! It hurts!” you sobbed. Your thighs were shaking, just like your voice.
Caleb stopped pushing the instant he heard you. The pressure was incredible—it felt so good, and he understood that for you it must be burning.
“It’s okay, it hurts. Shh… I know it hurts. It’ll pass soon. I’ll make you feel good. I promise.”
One hand left your thigh to return to your sex. He pressed and rubbed your clit—by then you could barely feel it because of the sensation in your cunt. Caleb kissed down your neck and breasts, murmuring sweet words while sucking on your nipples. The wetness between your legs returned instantly. His fingers kept caressing while he pushed his cock deeper inside you.
You didn’t know where to look. First the ceiling, then the plushies he had won for you at claw machines. They were turned around on the shelves—Caleb had helped you do it so they wouldn’t “watch” the grown-up things. Finally your eyes returned to his face, to his eyes.
He was clenching his brows, forcing himself not to blink. Caleb was enjoying it—and so were you.
“U-ugh.”
You didn’t make any more sounds. You were biting your lips so hard they hurt. He didn’t let you do that for long—he stole a deep, intense kiss. Until now his kisses had felt sweet and gentle. You quickly understood the difference.
You moaned against his mouth at the first real thrust. Your eyes watered on the next one. They weren’t completely rough or gentle—it felt like he was searching for the rhythm, the pressure, the angle. He kept kissing you, trying to anchor you to the feeling of him, of his love for you. His kisses traveled tenderly from your lips to your neck.
“Gege, I still want kisses…”
You were so spoiled and he loved that—but he didn’t kiss you, because he had already found the angle.
“—Nnngh! …deep, Ge. Ah!”
You squeezed your eyes shut when the thrusts hit your cervix and that spot that made you sob. It felt so good—that fullness. You felt so incredibly full of the person who loved you most and whom you loved most.
“Too much? Is it too much for my pretty meimei?” he asked in that teasing tone, stopping abruptly.
“N-no! Keep moving, please.”
“So adorable… ‘please’?”
“Please. I like it… Don’t stop.”
You didn’t know when the burning turned into craving more. Caleb had distracted you so well with his kisses. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, caressing and squeezing between his palms. He let out an incredulous little laugh when he noticed you rocking your hips in tiny movements. When had you become so sexy and needy? He didn’t raise you like that—or so he wanted to believe.
Maybe it was the thought of you being a greedy little thing that made him sink back into you in one deep thrust. He became mesmerized by the trembling in your thighs and how your inner muscles clung to his cock with just enough strength to keep him from pulling out (or wanting to).
His rhythm stayed steady even though you could hear him growling against your neck. Did your gege feel as good as you did?
You felt the slick dripping from between your legs—you two would never need lube again.
You listened carefully to the obscene sounds created by the constant slap of his pelvis against your ass. His hands kept you spread so he could keep stimulating your clit during the thrusts.
Big and thick.
You watched him slide in and out again and clenched just from the sight.
“Fuck… what are you thinking about so hard, Pips?” he asked without stopping, lifting himself to look at you—always looking at you.
When he saw the beautiful mess you were beneath him, he silently begged for this moment to last forever. He didn’t let you answer—he kissed you again with insatiable hunger, renewed over and over by the food of your eyes. He felt like he could melt from the longing he saw in you.
Caleb focused solely on making you feel good.
“Ahh!!”
You screamed—his steady rhythm turned frantic. It was hard, like he wanted to rip the moans out of you. Your back arched even more than you thought possible.
“H-hard! Nnng… gege, too much. T-too much, Ah!”
“Now it’s too much? Want me to stop?”
“No!”—The mere idea of your gege stopping when he was fucking you this good made you sob—“No, don’t stop, don’t stop!”
Your hands clung to his back, scratching and pressing with every thrust.
You didn’t need to tell him you were close—he lifted your hips to rub you better. His palm ground against that bundle of nerves until you were crying. You saw little stars while your gege drove so deep inside you and pressed your already sensitive clit without the earlier gentleness.
Caleb thought you were so soft and pliant around him that you might hurt yourself. And you almost did—a few thrusts earlier you nearly bit your tongue. The hand gripping your waist moved only to gather the slick escaping while he fucked you. Once wet, he pushed three fingers into your mouth and kept the rhythm.
Your moans drowned in the taste of your combined fluids. You could even say his fingers were playing with your tongue, pressing the pads against the wet muscle. It felt like all you could do was cry while your gege used you to make you feel so good.
You wanted to warn him you were about to cum—you wanted to be good and hold it. What you didn’t realize was that Caleb had built this entire situation for exactly this—keeping this pace just a little longer so he could hear your moans and sobs around his fingers.
Unable to hold back anymore, you cum with him still moving. Your hips jerked up and down in hard, short spasms. You managed to moan when Caleb pulled his fingers from your mouth—it was a reaction to your orgasm squeezing him so perfectly.
“Fuck, Pips…” he cursed under his breath. He slowed way down, just tiny rocking motions—he couldn’t keep thrusting or he would come too.
He kissed you over and over while you tried to refocus your eyes after such an intense orgasm. He was still inside you and still hard.
“…Ge, why didn’t you—”
You didn’t finish. He flipped you with ease so you ended up face-down.
“U-ugh!” you gasped when his palm landed hard on your ass. Your breathing was still trying to stabilize. “Gege?”
You noticed that habit of Caleb’s—making you speak at certain moments during sex just so he could thrust and pull a scream from you.
On the bed—now a total wreck—you had to cling to the sheets to keep from losing your mind while Caleb thrust into you again and again without mercy, only love, making the old bed creak as he murmured dirty words in your ear.
“G-Ge!! I can’t… you’re breaking m-me!”
“You’re not gonna break. Don’t you feel how your pussy clings to me? You don’t want to let me go even a little. Me neither… I don’t want to let you go. I want you, I want you so much.”
You screamed again in pleasure when he lifted your knees and your ass, forcing your back into a delicious arch.
“Take everything I give you. You’re so pretty, all filled up with me… You like it so much you’ve already forgotten words, haha…”
You didn’t know when you came again. It was a round without rest.
“You’re so cute… fuck, I’ve always, always wanted to do this to you. I love you, I love you so much… please, I want to come inside. Can I come inside…?”
You nodded so frantically it was almost desperate.
Your body milked him to the last drop. You loved the guttural groan that left your gege when he came, loved those tiny thrusts he gave just to draw it out a little longer, just a little longer…
When you both caught your breath, Caleb beat you to hugging and kissing you with that tenderness that had turned into passion.
He loves you and you love him—nothing else matters.
You wanted to fall asleep on his chest and whined when he carried you to the bathtub to wash you.
He put you in once he tested that the water felt nice. You clung to his shoulders. Caleb teased you a little before slipping in behind you.
Feeling loved from head to toe, you fell contentedly asleep against his chest, wrapped around the man you loved so much.
You couldn’t bear to be even a little distance from him—you didn’t want to. The idea of going to study in another state already seemed stupid. You wanted to keep feeling this loved until the day you die, and you would happily do it by Caleb’s side.