Between the Brothers

CHAPTER 8: FUCKED EVERY WHICH WAY

Cameron was sitting on the edge of his bed, his body naked and dripping with sweat. The moon was hanging low and bright in the dark sky behind us. I stood there in a long white robe. On his dresser was a stereo system. I turned it on, and "With or Without You" by U2 began playing.

I turned around and dropped the robe, revealing my naked body to him. His eyes narrowed as a hungry and lustful look took over. I slowly started to move a little to the beat of the music. My inhibitions were lowered, and I started moving my body like a belly dancer.

As I made my way towards Cameron, it felt like I was floating across the room. He licked his lips and stroked his fully erect cock. He spread his legs wider as I neared him. The sight of him made my pulse race. I stood directly in front of him. His angry cock was ready for me, and I was ready for it. Spit dropped from my mouth onto the head of his dick.

I took my hand and rubbed my saliva up and down his shaft. Then I straddled his lap and eased down on the fat mushroom head of his cock. His dick punched through my guts like a fist to a punching bag. I could feel all the sexual tension floating from his body. Our eyes locked, and he rubbed his nose against mine. His body felt like home after a long day.

Through pants of pleasure, I commanded him, "Fuck me."

He slowly pushed himself deeper into me. The muscles inside my body stretched, and his cock sank further into my tunnel of love. Our lips connected, and we lost ourselves in a kiss full of passion. As we were kissing, I felt a firm hand on my lower back pushing me over.

"I knew you were fucking my brother," Ryan said from behind me.

Before I could react, I felt Ryan pushing his cock inside of me as well. The ring around my ass burned and stretched. It felt like I was being ripped apart in all directions. My mind screamed against it, but my insides cheered for it.

I cried, "Wait. I can't take them both."

Cameron wrapped his arm around the back of my neck and pulled my face closer to his. We stared at one another as I struggled to breathe and fought to keep Ryan's cock out of me.

Cameron instructed me, "Look at me. You can take us both. Just focus on me, Mar."

I lost myself in his eyes. My breathing slowed down, and my body relaxed under his touch. Ryan's cock finally slid inside of me. I let out a loud moan, and Cameron kissed me to silence my moans and groans. I could feel Ryan's cock fighting with Cameron's for a spot inside me. My body was wrecked with trembles and a sensation that I couldn't quite describe.

Ryan leaned over, and suddenly, his chest was pressed directly against my back. His lips were on my ear. The warmth from his breath sent a shiver through me. He made his cock jump inside of me, and I thought I was going to pass out.

"Now that you have us both inside of you, maybe you'll let me call you Mar as well," he said with a naughty grin.

They both moved their cocks out of me and then pushed in at the same time. I threw my head back and let out a loud scream of exquisite pleasure. Everything in me burned in the best way possible.

I woke up in a sweat and was breathing hard. Lying next to me in the bed was Ryan. It was still dark outside. It was all a dream! I pulled the covers back. My cock was standing up in boxer briefs, forming a tent.

I climbed out of bed and made my way down the hall to the bathroom. It had been a week since Ryan had fucked me while I had a fresh load of Cameron's spunk in me. He never let on one way or another if he knew, but he made it his business to fuck me twice a day. Not only that, but after the house would be asleep, Cameron would send a text, and he would put a load in me. At the rate they both were fucking me, I wasn't going to have any walls left at the end of summer.

"How the fuck did you get into this mess," I asked my reflection.

I splashed some cold water on my face. There was a knock at the bathroom door. I turned the water off and opened the door. Ryan pushed his way inside and closed the door behind him. He pushed me against the vanity and started kissing my neck.

I was surprised that he was ready for another round. I had just fucked him to sleep 90 minutes ago.

"What are you doing," I quietly asked him.

"If you have to ask, I'm not doing it right," he said between kisses on my neck.

"Cameron could walk in or something," I said.

"Let him watch," he replied as he stopped kissing my neck and stared into my eyes.

I was so confused. I couldn't figure out if Ryan was testing me. Did he know about my affair with his brother? There was nothing I could do but follow his lead. I pressed my lips against his. He kissed me back aggressively. He pulled my boxer briefs down and turned me around to face the mirror. He lifted my leg up and placed it across the vanity. Our eyes met in the mirror. I dropped my head and he pulled my head up by my hair.

"You look at me when I fuck you," he said in an aggressive tone.

The look in his eyes was different. It was ferocious in nature. For some reason, it turned me on, and honestly, it was slightly frightening. He dropped to his knees and sucked on my rosebud. His tongue felt as good as it always did when he ate me out. He ate me just enough to get my hole wet. Then he stood up and pushed his cock against my entrance.

Very slowly, the head of his cock slid inside of me. My ass spread, and my hole caved. His cock went deeper inside of me, and then he set up a pace of moving in and out of me slowly. His dick felt like it was rubbing me raw. He began to move faster in and out of me. His pelvis started to slam into my ass cheeks and make all sorts of loud sounds.

ONE HOUR LATER...

"Give me my pussy, Mar," Cameron whispered into my ear.

I strained with every word uttered, "I'm giving it to you."

I was bent over the sofa in the den. Cameron's massive cock was slowly moving in and out of my hole. Ryan had worn me out in the bathroom an hour earlier. My hole was completely tender. Cameron liked to fuck me with power, passion, and precision. I was way too tender for the power, the passion, and everything else.

He hated being deprived of having me the way he wanted. He respected my body enough to be gentle with me, and I wanted him way too much to not let him fuck me. So, we had slow, easy, and tender sex. It was hot and heavy, nevertheless. His cock loved being inside of me, and I loved having it inside of me.

His strong hands roamed my backside as he gave me one smooth stroke after another. His dick was the best thing I had ever felt inside of me. Every stroke got me closer and closer to the edge of a spectacular nut. The orgasm would build from a place deep in my body, hidden from all other men. Only Cameron could make me orgasm like that of a million gods.

I moaned out loud, "Cam, you're gonna make me cum!"

"Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock," he growled in my ear.

My ass tightened around his tool. My body went stiff, and every nerve in me fired off alarms. My dick oozed cum like a river flowing upstream. He pushed every inch of himself inside of me. The heat from his body enthralled my senses. His cock twitched repeatedly, and he let out a loud yet stifled moan. I could feel the warmth of his cum fill my ass.

"I think we should stop fucking," I said as I slipped into my underwear.

For a moment, Cameron didn't say anything. He stood there and continued to get dressed. There was no change in the look in his eyes. His body language was the same. Part of me wished he had shown a bit of a reaction. I wanted him to care.

Finally, he said, "Okay."

"Okay," I asked, shocked. "That's it? I figured you'd have more to say than that."

"You change your mind about what we're doing every other day. I told you last week I was falling in love with you, and you said nothing. I genuinely don't know what you want from me. I don't even think you know."

I cleared my throat and said, "What was I supposed to say, Cameron? Falling and being in love are two very different things. Also, there's still your brother to think about. Like we are having an affair behind his back, but I do have feelings for him. I've been with him for ten months."

"Then let me make it easy for you. We're done here. I got what I wanted, and you got to make the bad boy have some feelings. Everyone wins. Ryan gets the prize as usual."

"That's not fair, Cameron," I yelled. "Don't make me the villain here. We both did this knowing the risk. Summer is coming to an end, and when it does, I go back to Boston with Ryan, and you stay here. It wouldn't work even if we wanted it to. Right?"

Very clearly, Cameron stated, "If you're looking for me to fight for you, then you've come to the wrong brother. I'm not gonna fight. Just like you like your bad boys to have some depth and emotion, I like for the person I'm with to know beyond reason that they're mine and I belong to them. So, this is over."

He finished his statement, and then he left me standing there. I was a mixture of confusion, angst, and admiration. Cameron had to be admired for speaking his truth and standing on it. He knew what he wanted. It was me who was having a difficult time with things.

BAM! The loud banging sound returned with a vengeance. I quickly sat up in the bed. Ryan was gone. I jumped out of the bed, slipped into some shorts and shirt, and ran out of the room. I made my way down the stairs. The sound was echoing everywhere. It felt like the walls were caving in on me.

I covered my ears to try and drown it out. It was no use; the sound was breaking through. My heart was racing, and sweat was starting to pour off my body. I felt a soft hand on my shoulder. I quickly turned around to find Carol standing there.

"What's that noise," I screamed.

"Why suga, that's you," she said.

Suddenly, the sound was gone, and it was quiet again. I looked around in confusion. I didn't understand what was going on. Why was I the only person hearing it and what did she mean it was me?

"I don't understand. How was that me," I asked.

"Cam told me about the first episode you had thinking you heard noises. It's called Auditory Hallucinations, also known as Auditory Pareidolia."

"What?"

"Hearing things that aren't there. Can happen for a variety of reasons. I think, in your case, its anxiety," she said as she sipped her coffee.

"I don't have anxiety anymore. It's been years," I confessed.

"You're sleeping with both my sons, and you don't have anxiety over that," she said with a smirk.

My mouth dropped. I was speechless despite so many words running through my mind. I knew I should apologize but I couldn't fix my mouth to say the words.

"Close your mouth before you let flies in, Marcus. I think it's time we had a conversation about things."

I slowly nodded my head. It was the only thing I could do. I felt like such a simpleton. I followed her into the family room and took a seat. She wasted no time in letting me know things.

"I guess you're wondering how I know. I'm a light sleeper, and you and Cameron aren't as quiet as you two think you are."

My mouth dropped once again. She had heard all the nasty things we said to one another and the sounds we made. I wanted to die.

Very slowly and carefully, I asked, "You heard everything?"

"Afraid so. Listen, it was more painful for me than it'll ever be for you. You're bound to break one of my son's hearts. I'm not particularly happy about that, but I know what it's like to fall for the Young brothers. I remember when I was torn between two brothers. You see, Cameron's father was Gill's older brother."

I jumped up and shouted, "Get the fuck outta here!" The words flew out of my mouth before I could even register them. I slapped my hands over my mouth quickly and eased back down in my seat.

She blinked and said, "I beg your pardon." She wasn't amused by my outburst.

I quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry. I don't know where that came from. I'm not judging. Please continue."

"Back then, I was the new girl in town. I caught the eye of the bad boy, Cameron's father. My parents disapproved of my relationship with him. So, to appease them I met a nice boy by the name of Gill. He was sweet and big-eyed. He was supposed to be a cover, but I ended up falling in love with him as well along the way. Imagine my surprise when I learned they were brothers. It was the hardest decision, but I picked Cam's father. When he passed away, Gill was right there waiting."

"Does Cameron know Gill is his uncle," I asked.

"The kids know. Had to tell them why they don't see Gill's family and why Cam never saw his dad's family. They wanted no part of me for breaking up the family, and they disowned Gill for being with me."

I quickly asked, "This is like a soap opera. It's like an episode of General Hospital or Days of Our Lives. Why does Gill treat Cam the way he does if that's his nephew?

He's a walking reminder of his brother. Shouldn't he be happy?"

"Would you be happy if you had to raise the child of the man you lost the woman you love to?"

"Maybe not at first, but I mean, Gill didn't lose. He has you, and you guys have kids together. That just seems far-fetched. Cameron is innocent in all of this."

There was something she wasn't telling me. Her eyes were letting on what her mouth wouldn't. I could see the struggle, and I wanted to know everything. I didn't want to pressure her but I really wanted answers for so many things.

"There's something you're not telling me," I said.

"I see why my boys like you. You're smart, Marcus. Cameron and Gill weren't always at war with one another. They used to get along so well. There was so much love and respect there, and one day, something flipped inside of Cam. He hated Gill suddenly, and they've never reconciled. Only two people truly know why they are the way they are. That's Gill and Cam."

As I stood up, I said, "Thank you for telling me all of this."

"I told you this to make a point. I understand that you have feelings for them both. I will spare you the hurt that was placed on me when I was your age. I can only mend one son's heart at a time. Don't break them both, so choose wisely which one of my sons you truly love, Marcus."

"I promise, Mrs. Young, to not break both their hearts. If it makes you feel any better, I think they're going to break my heart instead." I said with a smile.

"It doesn't make me feel any better. Oh, please call me Carol. I have a feeling that we're going to be family one way or another," she said.

I went back up to Ryan's room. I spent most of the day sitting around, going over all the things that had been transpiring between Cameron and me. I don't know how much time had passed, but I felt Ryan standing in the doorway. I turned and looked at him. He was sweaty and dirty. He looked like he had been playing in the dirt all day. It was hot if I'm being honest.

I smiled softly, "Hey."

He didn't say anything to me. He strolled right over in front of me and stripped out of his clothing. I didn't ask any questions. I took my clothes off as well. I looked up at him, and he kissed me. It was the sweetest kiss he had ever given me.

I stood up and had him take a seat. I got on my knees and took his long cock into my mouth. I sucked his cock the way he liked. My tongue slid up and down the shaft of his cock. I took his balls into my mouth one at a time. I made sure I rolled them around in my mouth.

"Suck my cock, Marcus," he said as he pushed my head a little bit further down on his dick.

His breathing increased as I serviced his cock. His dick twitched in my mouth. I focused all my attention on the head of his penis. His cock leaked all over my tongue as I stroked his shaft with my hand. I twisted my hand around the long length and sucked the head of his cock.

I bent over on the bed, and he got behind me and spread my ass cheeks. He pushed his tongue into my ass and began to lick my insides. As he ate my ass, he stroked my penis to a full erection. His tongue felt good deep inside of me. I could feel it touching my walls.

He pulled his tongue out and spit on my hole. He kissed my rosebud and ran his finger across it. He pushed his tongue back inside of me and continued to eat me out. I reached back and pushed his head deeper into my ass. He slapped my ass with his heavy hand. My body responded positively.

"I want you to fuck me, Ry," I said as I looked back at him. I truly wanted his cock. Ryan knew my body. There was no denying that we had an impeccable sexual chemistry. Our sex had always been great.

Ryan positioned himself behind me and slowly pushed his long cock inside of me. My walls gripped his cock, and he began to move in and out of me. He spread my ass and began to pound me. As he pounded me, I bounced back on his dick.

"Your pussy is so fucking good and wet," he said as he pounded my guts harder.

My tight, fat ass clapped as I fucked myself on his dick. He gripped my shoulders and slammed into me harder and harder. His cock felt deep in my hole. He slapped my ass repeatedly. He drove himself inside me deeper than he had ever been before.

"Oh, fuck me," I cried.

He moved me further up on the bed and sat on my ass. He started power fucking me. His thighs and balls clapped my ass. My boy pussy was wet and dripping. His shaft was coated in my cream. Each plow made my ass leak more juice. I could feel the wetness from my anus dripping down my legs. Ryan was fucking me good and hard.

He pulled out and fell flat on his back. I straddled his legs and started to bounce up and down on his dick. He cuffed my ass cheeks and helped me move faster on his cock. I moved all the way up and down. Each time I came down, I slammed myself on his dick with a heavy drop.

Ryan took my cock into his hands and stroked me. My insides were on fire from the fucking he was giving me. I worked my hole around his shaft. Our moans grew loud, and our pants of breath became extreme. The room smelled like ass and cum. His dick was using my hole, and I was using his dick for all that it was worth.

My balls felt like they were ready to burst at any moment. Ryan showed no signs that he was ready to come. My cock was at full attention, and my legs were starting to tremble. He tossed me on my back and drove his dick deep inside of me. He took my cock back in his hands and began to stroke it.

He was fucking me and stroking my cock at the same time. It was so hot watching him in action. He took me over and over. My cock felt like it was on fire. My insides felt like liquid mush. I couldn't contain it anymore. He stroked a fat nut out of me. My ass started to constrict my anal walls around his cock. It clearly overstimulated his dick. He let out a roar and flooded me with his hot and sticky cum.

For a moment, he held himself still. His cock was still planted deep in my ass. Then he slowly pulled his dick out and lay next to me in the bed. The room felt unusually quiet. Then he spoke, and I wished he had stayed quiet.

"Are you ever going to tell me?" The way he asked told me everything I needed to know. He knew what I had been doing behind his back.

I asked him, "Do you want me to?"

"I already know. I just need you to say it. You have to say it, Marcus." His voice sounded shaky. The pain he wanted to mask showed in his words.

It felt like all the air in my lungs had completely vanished. Time slowed down, and the world around me suddenly seemed empty. I had been fucked every which way, and it was by far time that I had my comeuppance. The thing about a comeuppance is that you always know it's coming, but when it arrives, you always wish it had never come.

I looked over at him, "Ryan, I've been having an affair with Cameron!"

I had been torn between two brothers for too long. Whatever happened next.... I deserved it!