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Under the warmth of the blankets, tucked away from the rest of the world. "Shhh, gran will hear you." A not-so-quiet voice tried to hush the little giggles coming from under the sheets. A naughty little sister coming into her brother's bed late into the night, under the pretense of having a bad dream. Caleb knew it was just an excuse for her to tempt him, break his will, and finally give in to her. Not that he doesn't already give in to his baby sister's every little pout, puppy dog eyes, and demands. There is one line he has yet to cross.
A soft, balled-up small fist hit his chest, making him chuckle. "Oh, pips. You wound me." He teased her, taking her fist into his much larger hand. Soft peachy, pink slips brushed against her knuckles, twin purple eyes staring back at each other. Like swirls of purple galaxies clashing to make a supernova. Little giggles turned into soft wet popping kisses, kisses that siblings shouldn't share. Kisses that were for grown-ups and lovers, though these kisses carried yearning, inexperienced innocence.
"Big brother." Iva made a sound that he only heard in those late-night adventures, when his need for her was only fulfilled by his hands, fake internet girls whimpering from their brothers. Though he found videos of girls that looked like Iva, pouty puffy lips, red hair, little constellations of freckles. He knew why she was making those noises; only a thin barrier of pastel pink cotton panties was between them. His hands rested on her hips; he wondered when exactly she started to fill his hands so perfectly.
Oh, she's trembling.
"Pips, if you sit a little lower, it might be more comfortable." He said, gently pushing her hips towards the bulge in his silky boxers. The pad of his thumb brushed against the front of her panties, rubbing little circles over her swollen clit. "Ah, pips, you're feeling a little warm, and your cheeks are flushed. You should get cooler." The tone of his voice was almost demanding.
"So, you can pinch my nipples, not a chance, big brother." Iva knew full well the consequences of her removing the T-shirt she stole from him. "You're a meanie, you make them all red and swollen." Her lip pouted, her tone almost mocking and innocent.
"Only when baby sisters misbehave." Caleb teased her, his thumb not letting up on her clit and slit. Maybe if he was a little less careful, he could easily slide under the cotton fabric. It's so wet, no one could blame him, well maybe loud whiny sisters. He could feel the way her pussy reacted to his touch, the little squeezes. It was long before he tested slipping under her panties to touch her bare slit, gathering up her fluids to brush over her clit. He must have found the perfect rhythm; she hadn't said a thing, just made those noises.
"Caleb… my Caleb." Iva's voice was shaking, trying to keep her moans down; the walls were thin, and nobody wanted to have that talk with their grandmother.
"Lean back a little, pips, point your hips upward just a little." The commands were sharp and gentle.
"Like this?" She asked, trying to angle her hips upwards towards him. "Oh! Big brother, yes, like that." Iva whispered as quietly as she could.
"Now, should I continue to leave your nipples alone, or will you behave and let your brother show you?" His free hand caressed the soft roundness of her ample breast.
Iva nodded, tugging the grey shirt over her head, leaving her in soaked panties. His index finger traced around her puffy nipple before cruelly pinching one between his fingers. "That… that feels different…" she moaned.
"Oh? Maybe you are getting used to it, or you are letting your brother touch your pussy." Caleb growled,
"Am I being a bad girl?"
"Mmmmm. Not quite, lift your hips a little higher. Good girl." He praised, as she followed his directions. "Do you want your big brother to fill you? Put something inside this little tight hole." His thumb teased her open.
"I thought I wasn't allowed to put anything inside of it. Just touch the outside." Iva asked.
"Ah, remember, pips, I said only your big brother was allowed to put something inside. I'm simply asking my baby sister what she wants." Caleb kissed her as he slid inside her. "See, only your big brother, Caleb, can make it not hurt."
Iva shifted her hips slightly, feeling the pressure of his large thumb inside her. It was a feeling that made her belly warm. Every part of him was so big; she did wonder how other parts were going to fit. She was so small in his hands, so tiny in comparison to her much larger older brother. When she looked down, her eyes drifted over to him. Oh, he's watching, watching how her pussy takes him. The little squeezes, the way his thumb disappears, and how it gets covered in her sticky slick, the fluid becoming almost a translucent milky white. He pulls out every so often to rub her swollen little clit, the feeling of his fingernails and soft thumb pad. Iva could barely focus; her mind filled with the feeling of his brother between her hips. Whining because she was a greedy little sister, wanting more of him. Caleb knew she'd been obsessed with his cock the moment she caught him with his hand wrapped around it, while his nose was buried deep in panties.
"Not yet, pips."
"Why not? Am I still too small?" Iva looked up at him. She got what she wanted. What kind of brother denies his sister? He pulled his thumb out with a little pop, leaving her aching for more.
"Just the tip, pipsqueak, you try to be greedy and take more…." Caleb's voice lowered into a terrifying growl. "I will just punish you."
"Punish me? Your sweet innocent baby sister." She mocked him. His hand squeezed her breast; it was a reminder of his strength.
"There is nothing innocent about what my baby sister demands. There's nothing innocent about how her pussy sucks my finger, how she comes into my bed, wearing my shirt with those little panties. Or when she sits on me, I feel your body begging for my cock, Iva." Caleb hummed. "Or how she grew these perfect tits, just for me to enjoy. My baby sister is far from innocent." The gravity in the air shifted; he was holding her up with his EVOL, keeping her still while he freed his length from his boxers. The tip nudged against her weeping slit, precum mixing with her slick. With a subtle shift in the gravity, the pressure pressed her down on the tip, just enough for him to slide through her folds. He admired how her lavender pink little center matched the tip. So many parts of her were his from creation. With another quick motion from his hand, he freed her from her panties. Setting them on the night table, safekeeping for later.
"Pips, if it hurts, don't put on a brave face. Let your brother know."
"But you'll stop," Iva replied stubbornly.
"It's my job to protect you, even from myself." He muttered the last part. "You're so pretty, pips. I hate how much you've grown. Well, I don't hate these." A subtle little chuckle from his throat as he pinched her nipple. "My pips were made just for me. I remember when they were sensitive little buds, and now, look at them pips. They overflow in my hand." He admired her, keeping her suspended, his cock pressing into her folds and catching on her tiny hole. "Trying to suck me in?"
"You're teasing. Please, big brother. I've been good." Iva trembled; her voice broke into a plead.
Caleb smiled; his hand rested on her hip, his forehead resting against hers. Lips brushing against each other. He eased her down, increasing the gravity gradually. When her breath hitched, he captured her lips, reminding himself that she wanted this. Iva's been begging, been trying to show him she was ready. That she was old enough to do these things with him. He knew that she stole his phone to look at the videos he watched. Did he leave the page open on purpose in hopes his nosy baby sister would see? Perhaps.
"You're so tight, pips, relax." His voice was comforting; he drew little circles on her hips. Despite his gravitation holding onto her, he could still feel her tremble. His baby sister was trying so hard to take every inch of him. "Pips?"
"I'm okay," Iva responded quickly. She knew if she let on for a moment this was uncomfortable, he would stop. "Please, Caleb, I'm okay. Just keep going."
Caleb kissed her again; soft, wet popping noises shared between them. He pulled her close, letting her sink, the tip entering her; it was warm and slick. Nothing Caleb's hand wasn't, and the feeling of her muscles was already trying to pull him in deep. He feared he wasn't going to last like this, Iva struggling with whimpers and muffled moans against his lips. The way her body was responding was far more than he could ever imagine. Dammit, he might just give in.
"Can I ask for more, big brother?" Iva broke through the thoughts in his brain, reminding him where he was at this moment and taking care of his greedy baby sister. Caleb only responded by pushing another inch into her, making her gasp. He was afraid that if he even opened his mouth, it would all be over. He grunted into her mouth, letting her feel his restraint. An arm snaked around her waist to keep her locked in place. The movements they made had to be slow, careful, and calculated. Just down the hallway, away from their grandmother, was sleeping peacefully. The threat of being caught was too high a risk. What if Josephine took her away from him?
"Diva's getting older, Caleb; she can't sleep in your bed." Josephine scolded him.
"Iva!" He corrected, slamming the laundry basket down.
"Doesn't matter, you can't let her sleep in your bed. Baths are officially off limits."
"Why!" He huffed, crossing his arms. "We have bathed together for years."
"She's maturing. You should know better; you are her older brother."
Iva's soft, labored pants in his mouth allowed him to continue, fully seating her weight on him. "Pips? Still hanging in there?" He asked, concerned; she hadn't said much. Though he couldn't blame her; it was the farthest they had ever been together. Most of these nights were just heavy petting, not so innocent touches and kisses.
"Just feeling my brother." She whispered, her voice low, with little broken whimpers and moans.
"Does it hurt?"
"A little uncomfortable, just feels full and tight."
"We can stop."
"No, please, Caleb. I want to keep going." Iva pleaded, this time, making it her priority to claim him. She kissed his cheek, traced his jawline, before moving to his neck. Pouty lips suckling on a sensitive spot, surely to leave a mark. He would normally complain, but how could he when he's buried inside her pussy. Any questions, he would use his wit and charms to deflect. His hand held her head in place, keeping her still while he chose the pace. Hips snapping in unpracticed rhythm, only using her body as a signal of what feels right. The tip of his cock kissing her cervix, pressing against the barrier that kept him from going too deep into her body.
"Caleb. Can I try moving? Like the girls in the videos." She asked into his ear; you would think he died at that moment. His only response was to free her from his gravitational hold, letting her feel the full weight of her body being filled by his massive cock. Iva made a loud noise, a moan that was quickly swallowed by those wet popping kisses.
"Baby sister, you are going to be the reason we get caught, Caleb warned her. It was a threat; he didn't want to get caught. "Don't make me gag you."
"You might have to," Iva replied, smirking, making a scene of the noises she was making, resulting in two large fingers getting shoved into her mouth.
"Suck, or I will pull out."
Iva obeyed his command, just like the good baby sister she was. Sucking his fingers and moved her hips. Drool dripping down her chin as he pushed them deeper down her throat. He made a mental note of how much she could take. Now that she was gagged, he could enjoy this more, his free hand pinching her nipple, twisting it, making her squirm on his cock. "Oh, Iva, don't think that I wasn't going to punish you. Bad baby sisters get their nipples pinched for misbehavior. Maybe now that you are taking my cock…" his hand trailed down to her stretched folds, finding her swollen clit. "I should punish you here too."
Caleb always knew how to excite her, little fulfilled threats that meant no actual harm to her, just enough to keep her listening and on her toes. A gentle little pinch sent a shiver through her body, making her grip his cock even tighter than she was before. She moaned his name through the fingers buried inside her throat. Iva made a noise; he wasn’t sure if he had ever heard it before. He’s gotten her close but never this close. Now, nothing mattered, even if their gran heard them. Even if this was their last time, he needed to hear it again, unmuffled, unfiltered. A string of saliva connected them as he pulled his digits from her lips. The soft little pants, the whiny sound she made when she lost them, only to be replaced by a loud cry.
“Caleb,” her voice shaking with warning and need. A dangerous mix for two siblings who were trying to keep their passion between them.
“Pips.” He replied as he pinned her to bed, uncaring if it creaked with his movements or how the headboard made a loud thud against the wall. Nothing mattered, except them at this moment. Each thrust was a goal; what goal, he wasn’t sure. Just the ever-growing need to fill her and mark her as his. Each loud slap, messy kiss, and cries of pure ecstasy filled their little world. A sudden shudder: he felt the warmth of his seed filling her channel. His cock was twitching and sputtering, filling up his little sister to claim her. There was another warmth, a wetness on his stomach, the smell so perfect, just like her. Iva was the first to move; she kissed him deeply while she locked her legs around his waist.
"My Caleb." She smiled between kisses; she was always clingy after their playtime together.
"Your Caleb, pips." He replied, returning her infectious smile.
"You think gran heard?" Iva asked after a moment of silence, the heavy weight of reality set in.
"Even if she did, does it matter? I can steal you away; it would be just the two of us."
"Just us?"
"Only us."
Well, at least until Josephine comes knocking on his door. "Caleb, please turn down those videos. Iva is sleeping. I don't want to give her any ideas."
"Right! Sorry, Gran." He replied, trying to hide the chuckles and little giggles from his little sister.
