*for an immersive reading listen to Drake’s song “Papi’s Home” while reading this
Mom texted around noon saying she’d be home really late. A big job that would give us a good profit.
“I cook for him, mum, don’t worry.”
“Thanks love, you’re the sweetest boy.”
I didn’t even pretend to be disappointed.
Calum had been quiet most of the day, just recovering his social media and deciding who he wants to keep in his new life.
Later that day he was moving around the house in just a pair of grey sweatpants and a white slim Lycra t-shirt, the ankle monitor blinking every few seconds against his skin. He did push-ups in the living room while I pretended to scroll on my phone.
Sweat was already running down the middle of his back by the time he finished the second set. I watched the muscles shift under his skin and felt that same low pull in my stomach I’d been carrying since last night.
He caught me looking when he stood up.
“You keep staring like that and I’m gonna start charging,” he said, voice still rough from the physical effort.
I shrugged. “It’s my house.”
He huffed a short laugh and wiped his face with the bottom of his shirt, lifting it just enough to show the hard lines of his stomach. Then he dropped onto the couch, legs spread, and tilted his head back against the cushion.
I put on music to fill the silence. Drake started playing low through the speakers. Calum’s eyes opened.
“This the same album from yesterday?”
“Yeah.”
He listened for a minute, then sat up a little straighter. “Play an old song for me. One that goes papi’s home.”
I found it and turned the volume up a notch. The intro beat filled the room. Calum’s mouth curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile.
“Come here,” he said.
I walked over and stood in front of him. He looked up at me for a long second, then reached out and hooked two fingers into the waistband of my shorts, tugging me closer until I was standing between his knees.
“You know this part?” he asked.
Before I could answer he started rapping the intro under his breath, low and lazy, eyes locked on mine:
“I know that I hurt you
Yeah
I was a child trying to be a man
To all my sons worldwide
I walked out on my only son
All my juniors
I left you in your mother's hands
I apologize for my absence, I know I left you without a name to drop
And now I'm standing right here
I don't know how I expected you to get your clout up and get your money up, but
With tears, with tears streaming from my eyes
Don't worry
See your mother raised a fine young man
Daddy's home
And I know I missed so much of your life
Turn me up”
His voice was deeper than Drake’s, rougher, and the way he looked at me while he said it made my throat go dry. He kept going, not loud, just enough for me to hear every word, one hand still hooked in my shorts.
When the verse opened up he let go of me and stood.
“Sit down.”
I dropped onto the couch. Calum took a step back, rolled his shoulders once, and then started moving.
It wasn’t a full dance. It was slower, heavier, the kind of thing that looked like it belonged in a dark club instead of our living room. He rolled his hips to the beat, hands sliding down his own chest and stomach, sweatpants hanging low enough that the deep V of muscle showed. He turned, gave me his back for a few bars, then faced me again and stepped closer, still moving, still watching my face.
“You’re staring again,” he said, voice low over the music.
“You’re doing it on purpose.”
“Yeah.” He reached down and adjusted himself through the sweatpants, not shy about it. “You hard?”
I didn’t answer. He already knew.
The song kept playing. Calum moved closer until he was standing right in front of me, still rolling his hips slowly. He took my hand and placed it on his stomach, right above the waistband, and let me feel the muscle flex under my palm while he moved.
“You like watching me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
He pulled me up by the wrist and walked me backward toward his room, never fully stopping the slow roll of his body against mine. By the time we crossed the threshold the song was halfway through the second verse. He kicked the door shut with his foot and pushed me gently onto the bed.
Calum climbed up after me, knees on either side of my thighs, and looked down at me for a long moment. The music was still playing from the living room, muffled now.
He leaned down and kissed me.
It wasn’t careful. It was deep and open and a little messy, the first real kiss we’d ever shared. His beard scraped my skin. I opened for him immediately, hands sliding up the bare sweat-slicked skin of his back. He made a low sound into my mouth and kissed me harder, tongue sliding against mine, one hand gripping the side of my neck.
When he finally pulled back we were both breathing harder.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he muttered against my mouth. “About putting you on my cock and feeling you take it while you kiss me.”
I swallowed. “Then do it.”
Calum sat back on his heels and shoved his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free, already fully hard. He stroked it once, slow, watching my face.
“Take your shorts off.”
I did. He pulled me forward until I was straddling his lap, knees on either side of his hips. The thick head of his cock pressed against my hole. He spat into his palm, rubbed it between my cheeks, then lined himself up.
“Look at me,” he said.
I did.
He pushed in.
“Don’t worry baby, daddy’s home..”
The stretch was intense. I dropped my forehead against his and breathed through it while he sank deeper, inch by thick inch, until his hips were flush against my ass. We stayed like that for a few seconds, both of us just breathing, the music still playing faintly from the other room.
“Fuck, Ash. This is the best feeling ever.”
Then Calum kissed me again and started to move.
He fucked me slow at first, deep strokes that dragged every inch of him in and out while his mouth stayed on mine. One hand gripped my ass, guiding me, the other stayed on the back of my neck, holding me close. I could feel every ridge and vein of him. Every time he bottomed out I made a broken sound against his tongue.
“That’s it,” he murmured between kisses. “Take it. You’re doing so fucking good.”
I started moving with him, rolling my hips to meet every thrust. The angle made him hit that spot inside me over and over. My cock was trapped between our stomachs, leaking steadily onto his skin. Calum noticed and reached down, wrapping a rough hand around me, stroking in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck, Ash… I just can’t… you’re so perfect.”
He kissed me deeper, messier, like he couldn’t get enough of my mouth. I could taste the salt on his upper lip from the earlier sweat. His other hand slid up my back and into my hair, gripping tight while he started fucking me harder.
The bed creaked under us. The wet sound of his cock moving inside me filled the room. Drake was still singing somewhere in the background, the beat matching the rhythm of Calum’s hips.
“You feel that?” he growled against my mouth. “That’s a year of nothing. That’s every night I thought about having a tight hole to bury myself in. I miss you, brother.”
I moaned and clenched around him. He cursed and thrust up harder, using his grip on my hip to pull me down onto every stroke.
“Kiss me,” he ordered.
I did. I kissed him while he fucked me, open-mouthed and desperate, tongues sliding together every time he drove deep. His hand on my cock sped up. The dual sensation was almost too much.
“I’m close,” I gasped against his mouth.
“Me too. Cum for me, baby brother.”
A few more thrusts and I came hard between us, spilling over my fist and onto both our stomachs. The way I clenched around him pulled him over the edge right after. Calum buried himself to the hilt, groaned into my mouth, and came in thick, heavy pulses deep inside me. I felt every spurt. He kept thrusting through it, short and messy, until there was nothing left.
We stayed locked together afterward, foreheads pressed together, both of us breathing hard. His cock was still inside me, twitching with aftershocks. He kissed me again, softer this time, almost careful.
Outside the room Drake songs were still playing.
Calum eventually eased out of me. I felt his cum start to leak down my thigh. He looked at it, then back at my face, and something complicated moved behind his eyes.
“Come here,” he said quietly.
He pulled me down with him onto the bed, chest to chest, one heavy arm locked around my waist. I could feel his heart still pounding against mine. He pressed a slow kiss to my temple and left it there.
Neither of us spoke for a long time.
The music kept playing in the living room.
His cum was still warm inside me.
“You need to find a boyfriend, Ash. This can’t go on… I can go to jail for this. We are siblings…”
“You said that you’re home now… and that I don’t have to worry anymore…” I said quoting the Drake song.
“Ash, I will become obsessed with you. This is not right.”
“Do want me to leave?” I asked roughly.
“No, no, fuck. Don’t go, hug me, baby brother. Say you’re mine forever. I fucking want you.”
I licked his neck and held him tight.
“I’m yours, big brother.”
“Papi’s home now, and when they took this shit out of my ankle I will fight for you. Mark my words, baby brother.”
I almost died in his arms.
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