13. Caleb
THIRTEEN
CALEB
Saturday is supposed to be a family day.
Celeste insists on it every year—the pumpkin patch, the hayrides, the little festival on the edge of town. She says it’s tradition, that it “keeps us close.” I used to roll my eyes, but now… now it feels like I’m walking out in the open, now that Miguel and I crossed that line.
Now that she knows.
Miguel isn’t fazed one bit.
I envy his ability to not give a shit about other people and what they think. Especially his mother.
He drives us out in his truck, music low, his arm draped over the wheel like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
But every so often he flicks his gaze to me, just long enough to make me shift in my seat.
He doesn’t need to say anything. The memory of his mouth on mine in the hallway last night is enough to keep me squirming.
The pumpkin patch is buzzing when we pull in. Families, kids running between hay bales, and couples taking selfies in front of the corn maze. It should feel safe. Bright. Harmless.
It doesn’t.
I feel exposed.
Our parents pull up next to us in their little sedan, and I shift my gaze away, feeling the pit in my stomach grow.
She knows. That means Dad must know.
“Breathe, Caleb.” His hand inches across the bench to mine, covering mine and giving it a squeeze. “She wouldn’t tell him. Just relax and let’s get through this madness that she forces us to do every year.”
I nod but nearly jump out of my skin when my dad raps his fist against the window. “Come on, slowpokes, or all the good pumpkins will be gone.”
We do the usual—pick pumpkins, take pictures for Celeste, and pretend to laugh at Dad’s terrible scarecrow jokes.
But Miguel never stops brushing against me.
His shoulder bumping mine, his hand skimming low on my back when he passes behind me, his breath too close when he leans in to “help” me pick up a beanbag for the corn hole board.
Every touch is deliberate.
Every touch says, I own you.
By the time we reach the corn maze, my nerves are fucking fried and I’m on edge.
“Go on ahead,” Celeste says, waving us off. “You boys are faster than we are.”
My heart drops.
Is she giving us space?
Miguel grins, hand settling on my shoulder. “Come on, little brother.”
I swallow and give our parents a forced smile before heading in with him. The maze swallows us whole. Tall walls of corn, narrow paths, voices distant but never close enough.
We’re alone.
“Creepy, huh?” I try to joke, but my voice cracks.
Miguel steps in front of me, blocking the path. “Not half as creepy as how bad you want me to catch you and cover your mouth so no one can hear you moan my name.”
My mouth goes dry. “Miggy—”
He plucks a long piece of straw from the ground, twirls it between his fingers, then threads it around my wrist. His grip is light, but the implication is heavy as chains.
“Just think,” he murmurs, tugging just enough to make me stumble into him. “Me tying you up right here, where anyone could find us.”
Heat spikes in my gut. Shame follows right after. My pulse hammers so loud I’m sure he can hear it.
“You’d hate that, wouldn’t you?” His voice drips with mockery. “Or maybe you’d beg for it. Moaning for me with the whole town just a few feet away.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. “Stop—”
He laughs softly, low and cruel. “Tell me to stop and mean it. Otherwise…” He tightens the straw until it digs into my skin. “…you’re mine.”
I don’t say it.
We both know I want him.
The silence is its own answer.
He smirks, lets the straw drop, then pats my cheek like I’m some obedient pet. “That’s my good boy.”
My knees nearly buckle. It should be a sin the way he says those words.
Fuck him for having this much control over my emotions.
Instead of continuing through the maze, Miguel grabs me by the hand and pulls me into the tall rows of corn. Deeper and deeper he drags me along until we come to a very secluded area, far from the maze’s path. He drops to his knees in front of me and starts tugging at my sweats.
“What the hell are you doing?” I grab at his wrists, and I fail miserably at holding onto them. Miguel pulls my pants down and lets them rest just under my ass. The front of my boxer briefs comes down next. There's no hiding my already hardening cock from his view.
“I’m going to suck your cock, and you’re going to stay quiet.” He smirks up at me, licking his lips. “Think you can handle that, pretty boy?”
“Uh,” and I don’t get another word out before his mouth is on me, taking me all the way to the back of his throat. My eyes roll back and he has to hold me upright so I don’t topple backwards. “Jesus… fuck…”
I don’t know if he is going for some kind of record of how fast he can make me come, but if he keeps going, I’m going to embarrass the shit out of myself.
He pops off and licks my slit, moaning as he looks up at me.
“You taste so good, little brother. Be a good boy and come for me so I can have some more.” He cups my balls and gives them a gentle tug and I almost bust right there.
“I bet these are so full, baby. I want to suck this perfect cock dry. Give me every drop, Caleb.”
“Oh, fuck,” I pant, overwhelmed by the voice in my head telling me this is wrong and we’ll get caught.
Then there are the other voices telling me to fuck his mouth and show him I’m not just his pathetic little brother, that I can have the upper hand.
That he’s the one on his knees, choking on my cock.
That’s when it clicks.
Miguel is being submissive to me to show me I also have power in this.
I can do this.
“You like that, don’t you?” I choke out the words, feeling foreign on my tongue, but I keep going. “Being on your knees, sucking my cock like a cum-hungry slut.”
Miggy raises an eyebrow and moans around me, taking me deep in his throat. A bold urge comes over me and I grab a fistful of his hair and guide him up and down on my cock. “Just like that, make me come, big brother.”
Saliva drips onto my sweats and my chest heaves as he comes down on my cock over and over, giving my balls a few squeezes in between. “Miguel, you’re gonna need to move now, or I’m gonna come in your mouth.”
He pulls me into him, my cock all the way down his throat, his nose flush with my groin as I let out a moan. Miguel swallows pulse after pulse of cum as I empty into his mouth. “Oh, shit…” I curse, chest heaving as I look down at him. “That was… fucking amazing.”
With a smirk plastered on his face, he pulls back, licking his lips.
“Now who’s the pathetic little cumslut?” I reach down and grip him by his collar, and hauling him to his feet, I crash my mouth against his.
“I’m whatever you need me to be, little brat.” He gives me a firm kiss while tugging up my underwear and sweats. “Just know I’m gonna tear that ass up later for calling me pathetic.”
Don’t I know it.
By the time we emerge from the maze, Celeste and Dad are waiting at the exit, smiling, seemingly oblivious as to why they beat us out of the maze.
Miguel throws an arm around my shoulders like the perfect big brother.
I lean into him when our parents’ backs are turned, wishing I could be brave and do it in front of them.
We get back into his truck and he holds my hand on the seat all the way back home.