Yes, Damien, baby . . .
I’m shocked by my own thoughts. I haven’t used the wordbabyin years. The last person I ever called that was my one and only girlfriend, Sophie. I shouldn’t be wanting to say that to my brother. But I do. Desperately so.
A low hum makes Caleb’s throat vibrate around me as he swallows me deeper. He’s struggling to fit me in a little bit, which doesn’t surprise me. I have to fight back the desire to push his head down and force my cock all the way into him. I’m dying to fuck his throat, fueled by the images of Damien choking on me that my mind is very cleverly conjuring.
Fortunately, Caleb pulls back, giving me a minute to cool down while he trails kisses up my stomach. I look down again to meet his eyes. The illusion of Damien is so strong that I can even see the missing piercings on him—the other lip ring and the one on his left eyebrow. I didn’t know I had such a vivid imagination.
With an evil smirk, Caleb returns his attention to my cock. This time, he swallows me whole. He bobs his head up and down, keeping his pace steady. It feels really good, a lot better than any other blow job. Probably because I’m thinking of my brother, which is terribly wrong and I definitely shouldn’t be doing. Still, despite the guilt that creeps up, I don’t have it in me to fight it.
I notice Caleb touching himself, gently stroking his dick over the fabric of his colorful boxers. My eyes almost light up at the illusion of Damien doing that, and I can’t resist the urge to reach out and replace his hand with mine. Caleb hums in delight, clenching his throat around my cock and making me hiss again.
I’ve never touched another man’s dick before, and I’m strangely confused as to what I should be doing. Which is kinda ridiculous, considering that I’ve been touching my own for about half of my life. But my insecurities seem to vanish the moment Caleb pulls his cock out and I see the bead of precum on the tip. A shiver runs down my spine as I run my thumb through it, spreading it all the way down his length. The idea that Damien is leaking for me like this almost pushes me over the edge.
Fuck, this is so damn hot.
As I stroke Caleb, I try my best to match the rhythm and intensity of what he’s doing to me. He seems to really like that, since he makes sure to look up at me with glistening eyes while he picks up the pace.
“Fuck—you’re so good—” I groan, biting the inside of my cheek to keep Damien’s name from rolling down my tongue.
Caleb hums in response, thrusting gently into my hand while he keeps forcing my dick into the depths of his throat. He’s talented, no different than what I imagine Damien would be like, judging by the uncomfortable jokes I’ve heard from his ex-boyfriends throughout the years. I used to cringe at the thought of it, but now it’s almost making me orgasm.
“I’m so close . . .” I whisper.
My breath hitches as I stare at Caleb taking me in as deep as possible, then bobbing his head up and down in short movements. His throat clenches around me when he gags, throwing me over the edge. I moan and bite hard on my lower lip, because my brother’s name is once again on the tip of my tongue. Caleb chokes as I spill into his throat, and his hands push my hips down to keep me in place, but he doesn’t pull back.
I’m lost in a haze, overtaken by the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. My entire body tingles, drowning in the fantasy of coming in Damien’s mouth. By the time Caleb pulls back, I’m panting heavily and fighting the fire behind my eyes with all my might. He looks at me with a strange expression, as if he’s startled or something. I’m too far gone to pay attention to it, though.
Without giving it a second thought, I claim his lips. The sweet taste in his mouth takes me by surprise just as much as it drives me feral. It tastes and burns like vampire blood. Salty but with a citrusy sweet note. It’s my essence, and it’s my first time tasting it. The idea of feeling it on Damien’s tongue makes my cock start to thicken again.
I stroke Caleb’s cock hard and fast while my tongue explores the inside of his mouth. I’m drowning in the sweetness, reveling in how it heightens the illusion that I’m actually tasting my brother.
Caleb groans into our kiss, his breaths becoming irregular and his hips thrusting frantically into my hand. His cock throbs as he shoots his load between my fingers. Unable to stop myself, I break our kiss to dive into his lap and lick his release.
“Oh my god—” He whimpers and giggles while I run my tongue up and down his soft stomach.
He doesn’t taste sweet at all. I’d say it’s more bitter than anything, but my brain is still convinced that this is Damien’s cum, and I want it all. I suck what’s left on my fingers too, then claim his mouth again. Our tastes mingle on my tongue, and I’m still desperate for more.
I’m high on my fantasy, on the idea of making my stepbrother come and swallowing it all. I feel myself losing control, my eyes burning dangerously hot and my fangs threatening to extend. All the while, Caleb is melting between my arms, kissing me back like nobody has ever done before, fueling my delusions.
I’m really, seriously, fucked-up.
I force myself to stop, because I can feel the danger of what I’m doing. The logical side of my brain is ringing all the alarms, telling me that if I don’t pull back, I’ll end up killing him. And I know it’s true, because the desire to bite him has my veins pulsing in anticipation, thinking that it will be Damien’s blood sliding down my throat. I bury my face in his shoulder, trying to catch my breath and cool down.
“Fuck, Killien . . . I’ll take this as a sign that you really enjoyed your first time.” Caleb laughs as he digs his fingers into my hair.
I hum into his skin, still high but finally breaking free from my fantasy. There’s a whole lot of guilt in the back of my mind, waiting to wash over me like a tidal wave.
What I did was wrong; I shouldn’t think of Damien like this. And I know that if I hurt Caleb, it will only be worse. I usually don’t care about my human victims, but he’s not one of them, is he? He doesn’t deserve to die.
“Wanna watch a movie or something?” he asks when I let go of him.
“I—” My voice sounds off. “I should get going.”
Caleb looks a bit hurt by my words. Shit. I don’t want him to be upset, but I don’t think I can stay either. I need to get out of here before the guilt gets to me.
“I’m sorry—” I say, grabbing his hand and faking a smile. “If I don’t get back home soon, I’ll be in trouble. Maybe I can stay over some other time?”
What are you saying, asshole? You’re never going to see him again.
