Between The Brothers Ch. 03

CHAPTER 3: A TASTE OF WHAT'S TO COME

I was still tired from the marathon of sex I ended up having with Ryan last night. The last thing I wanted to do was wake up early in the morning. So, when Ryan tried to wake me up for a day in the mountains, it was a hard pass. I probably would have slept my life away had it not been for the noise coming from outside the house.

It sounded like the earth was falling apart. For a while, I tried to drown out the sound by tossing and turning in bed. I eventually gave up, threw the pillow over my face, and let out a scream. I climbed out of bed and slipped on a pair of sweatpants, a beater, and my shoes. I needed the banging to stop.

I quickly made my way down the stairs and out of the house. I didn't see anyone around. Yet, the noise was louder than ever before. I was beyond angry. All I wanted to do was sleep and avoid Cameron.

"What the hell is that noise," I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"What noise," that smooth baritone voice of his came from the distance.

I slowly turned around, and there he was in the not so far away distance. Cameron stood there leaning against the white wooded fence. He flashed his charming smile at me. I paused for a moment and took in the scene. The sun captured his beauty in the right light. It cast a spell on me, almost pulling me in and refusing to let me go. The loud banging seemed to stop at his mere glance.

I moved across the field towards him. The closer I got to him, the more beautiful he appeared. He was wearing a white t-shirt, and I could see every muscle in his arms and the veins snaking through them. Those blue jeans hugged his thick quads and sunk in around his package. Speaking of his package, it was clearly visible. It hung to the left side, and it was massively thick. I could see the shape of his cock's fat head and his balls. I knew then he was cut just like Ryan.

I stopped a few feet from him. Like something out of a movie, this beautiful white horse came up behind him. Cameron squinted his eyes at me. His intense gaze burned a hole deep inside of me. I found myself not looking at his eyes but at his cock instead. I was impressed by the sheer thickness of it, and he wasn't even erect. I wondered what it looked like. I remembered the way it felt poking into my balls last night.

He snapped his fingers and said, "My eyes are up here."

I stuttered, "I'm sorry. What was that noise earlier? It sounded like the world was falling apart."

"There wasn't any noise. Aside from the trees blowing and the stream flowing, there was nothing," he said calmly.

I was in disbelief, "You're kidding. I heard it. It was so loud."

"I don't know what you heard. I've been out here all morning with Cairo, and I heard nothing," he said as he turned and petted the horse.

I admired his firm ass in those tight jeans for a quick second. I wondered what his ass looked like when he fucked someone. Would it shake and bounce, or would the muscles flex? He cleared his throat, and that brought my focus back to the conversation at hand.

"Whose Cairo," I asked.

"This is Cairo," he said as he continued loving on the horse. "Do you ride?"

Offended, I replied, "I don't think that's any of your business. Just because you kissed me doesn't mean-"

"I was talking about the horse," he said, cutting me off mid-sentence with a grin as wide as the sky.

"Oh," I chuckled. "Sorry. No, I don't. Always wanted to try it. Guess I never had the chance."

"I could teach you. Under one condition, though. You have to admit we kissed each other last night, he said cockily.

"I beg your pardon," I feign shock.

"Admit it. You kissed a Cameron, and you liked it," he sang.

"Don't ever do that again," I laughed.

"Well, admit it," he said.

I don't even know why I was playing this game with him. Maybe it was because I was bored, or maybe it was his charm. Whatever the reason is, I gave in and played the game right along with him.

"Maybe I kissed you back, but you kissed me first," I said with a roll of my eyes.

True to his word, Cameron put me on a horse. What I didn't expect but really should have was for him to also jump on the horse with me. Cameron sat directly behind me. He pulled our bodies close together. I could feel his soft member poking into my lower back. It brought back the memories of our brief make-out session.

"Are you comfortable," he asked from behind. The feel of his breath on the back of my neck gave me goosebumps.

I simply nodded my head, and he began the lesson. I was riding a horse for the first time. I felt stretched in one way, aroused in another, and delighted in all ways. The wind was blowing through my hair and I was a proud cowboy in the making.

"Why aren't you with your family today," I asked as we rode through the cluster of trees.

"Someone needed to stay behind for when sleeping beauty woke up," he chuckled at his own joke. "You'll come to learn that I'm a bit of a loner in my family."

"A loner?" I paused. "Is that by choice or consequence?"

"Why would it be by consequence," he asked.

"I mean, you've come onto me a few times now, and you know I'm with Ryan, your brother. Is that a pattern for you? Do you always go after your sibling's partners?"

"It's not a pattern. You're the first guy he's brought home that I've made a pass at. I'm the only child from my mother's first marriage. My father passed away, and then she remarried, and I got a sister and two more brothers out of the deal. I don't get along with my new dad. I remind him of my father."

"Why does that matter if you look like your birth father," I asked.

"They fought over my mom. My dad won. Anyway, stick around long enough, and you'll see Gill will show his true colors and start his bullshit, and I always get upset and end it with a fist. Then I'm labeled the bad guy." The hurt was evident in his voice. It broke my heart for him a little bit.

We rode in silence, and I took in all the wonders that nature had to offer. The wind blew gently against us, and the sun wrapped us in perfect warmth. He took me to his favorite place. There was a small river surrounded by trees. Across the river, we saw a buffalo drinking water. It was serene.

"Wow. It's so beautiful and peaceful." The beauty of it all was breathtaking. I was a city boy who was suddenly having a deep appreciation for nature.

"It's my favorite place. I discovered it about two years ago. No one knows about it. It doesn't even have a name," he said.

"So, you get to name it, right," I asked. I was eager to hear what he would name it and happy for him as well. He deserved to give this place a name.

"Waiting for inspiration to hit me," he said. "Then I'll name it. It has to be perfect."

He got off the horse and helped me down. Then, he suddenly began to strip out of his clothing. He tossed his shirt on my head.

"What are you doing," I asked as I quickly turned my back toward him. I took the moment to sniff his shirt. It smelled like honey, musk, and spice. A perfect combination that would forever be stuck with me.

"I'm going for a swim. Don't be a prude," he screamed from afar.

I turned and caught a glimpse of his smooth backside just as he dived into the river. I looked at the horse, Cairo. She nodded her head as if she were telling me to join him in the river.

"Of course you want me to follow him," I told her. She turned her head from me.

"Come on in. The water's great," he shouted.

I kicked off my shoes and ran and jumped in. I wasn't thinking. Had I been thinking, I would have avoided the water all the way around. Instead, I jumped in fully clothed.

"Are you crazy," he laughed, "You still have on clothes."

I laughed and splashed him with some water. We swam lazily around the river. It was the most fun I'd had in a while. We couldn't stay forever, but the time we spent there was almost perfect. It would have been perfect if it wasn't for him being my boyfriend's brother.

I had just gotten out of the shower. I stood in the bedroom at the foot of the bed, naked. I guess I had forgotten to close the bedroom door because I felt his eyes on me. He was staring a hole in me like some sexual predator stalking its prey.

"You could have dressed like this at the river," he said causally.

Cameron was in the doorway naked as well. He was leaning against the wall. His body was perfect. His chest and abs looked as if Zeus himself had sculpted them. My eyes flowed down his body. His dark bush of pubes was trimmed to perfection. His cock rested against his thick thigh. It had a slight curve to it with a vicious vein running up the entire length of it. It varied in color. The shaft was more tanned than the head. Nevertheless, it was a beautiful penis.

I was right about the girth. It was thicker than anything thing I had ever seen before. It was a mouth-watering surprise, for sure. I had to look away. I was scared I'd form an erection in front of him if I didn't. I grabbed a pillow to cover my body.

"Don't cover up," he commanded me. "I want to see you, Marcus."

He moved toward me. My heart skipped a few beats. I knew better than to let him see me. Yet, everything in me allowed him to see me.

"Cameron, we shouldn't be doing this," I fumbled every word. "What about Ryan?"

"Stop thinking and just feel," he said.

He moved closer to me. He reached out and took the pillow away. My body was wrecked with nervous energy. He placed his hand on my shoulder, and suddenly my nerves were gone. They were replaced with lust and desire. The feeling of his strong hand commanded my body to feel things for him.

We stood face to face naked before one another. There was no hiding anymore. He took in the sight of my naked body. Inch by inch, he leaned in, and so did I. It was like gravity was pulling me towards him. Our lips touched and then he kissed me softly at first.

The kisses escalated from soft to deep. We both began to pant, and his big, strong arm wrapped around my tender body. His hand slid down my back and onto my voluptuous ass. I took his growing penis into my hand and began to stroke it. His soft lips moved to my neck.

He rolled his heavy tongue across my collarbone, and his thick finger slipped inside my tight hole. He had me right where he wanted me. There was no question about it. Cameron was about to fuck me. I wanted him to fuck me. I had never wanted someone and something so bad in my life. If I were Superman, then Cameron would surely be my kryptonite.

"Babe, you up," Ryan called from the hallway. His footsteps grew from faint to loud as he descended the hall.

Cameron pulled away from me. He quickly dived into the closet, closing the door softly so as not to make a sound. I wrapped the towel around my body, hoping that it would somehow hide my throbbing cock. As soon as the towel was around my waist, Ryan entered the room. He eyed me up and down rather quickly. Surprised to see me nearly naked with the door wide open, I'm sure.

"Hey," I sounded out of breath.

"Hey, you look flushed," he said.

I chuckled nervously, "You caught me in the middle of a fantasy." I had to think fast, and that was the first thing that came to my mind.

"Really, were you thinking about someone seeing you? Is that why the door is open," he asked.

"Yes," I answered with a bit of hesitation.

"Nature is making you a little wild. I like that." He said affectionately as he rubbed his hands together.

Before I could process what was happening Ryan had stripped out his clothing. His cock was already erect. It didn't take much to get him in the mood.

"What are you doing," I whispered as I looked toward the closet. I knew Cameron could see through the wooded doors. I didn't want him to see Ryan fuck me or me fuck Ryan.

"Making your fantasy a possible reality. Someone may see if we're lucky," he said.

Ryan pulled me into a kiss. His tongue quickly invaded my mouth. He gripped my cheeks and pulled them apart. His finger found my throbbing hole, and he pushed it in me. I moaned in his mouth. Little did he know, someone was seeing it all.

As he pushed me to my knees, he said, "Put those pretty lips around my cock."

I wasted no time and took his fat meat into my mouth. He let out a deep sigh and grabbed hold of my face, shoving his cock down my throat. I let him fuck my mouth as I struggled to breathe for a moment.

I coughed, and he let me move my head back and forth. I sucked his dick and fumbled with his balls. The smell of sweat and the outdoors from his body invaded my nostrils. The dripping of my saliva coated his balls.

"Fucking love your mouth," he groaned.

He quickly pulled me to my feet and bent me over the dresser. He pushed his member inside of me with perfect ease. My hole opened up wide, and swallowed his cock. He began to pound my ass. He quickly put in work, making me take his cock deep.

As he fucked me, my cock swung back and forth between my legs. I tried my hardest to keep my moans to myself, but Ryan was relentless with the pounding he was giving me. His cock was deep in my guts. He gripped my hips and slammed deeper into me. The sound of my ass meeting his pelvis was all you could hear.

"Oh fuck. You're fucking me so hard," I uttered.

"Yeah, I'm deep in your pussy," he declared. "It's so fucking good."

My groans grew louder as he fucked me harder. I forgot all about Cameron. Ryan's balls smashed into my balls every second, over and over again. My ass throbbed around his cock as he claimed me. He slowed down and rocked his hips. It felt like his dick was jumping inside of me. He picked his pace back up and fucked me harder. It was pound after pound for what felt like hours, but it was only minutes.

"You're gonna make me cum," he said.

He pounded faster and harder. I gripped the dresser as best I could, and he fucked me like I was a two-dollar whore. It felt so good. His dick always felt good. He worked my ass. Ryan pounded me like I was a drum set. He made music with my ass. He slammed deep into me one last time, and then he came deep inside of me.

"Fuck that was awesome," he said as he tried to catch his breath. "I need to shower before dinner."

He pulled his cock out of my freshly fucked ass and left me bent over the dresser. I couldn't move for whatever reason. The bathroom door closed, and the shower water turned on. Cameron came out of the closet. He had this nasty smirk on his face. I should have felt ashamed, but I didn't. I felt nothing but horny at that moment.

"Did you cum," Cameron asked with a still voice.

"Not yet," I breathed.

Cameron came and stood directly behind me. He leaned over me, and I could feel his flaccid cock on my ass cheek. He showed me his fingers. They were covered in cum. It was his cum. The dirty bastard had gotten off watching his brother fuck me.

"Taste me," he whispered.

I opened my mouth, and he pushed his fingers inside. I sucked his sweet and tangy cum off his fingers. With his other hand, he shoved two of his fingers into my ass. He used his digits to fuck me. His fat fingers twisted and turned in my stretched hole. He curved his fingers and worked that spot deep in me. I stroked my cock!

His fingers moved in and out of my hole at a quick pace. They felt smooth against the walls of my anus. My cock twitched in my hand. My moans were muffled by his fingers in my mouth. His digit pressed against my prostate, and cum blasted from my cock. I shot so much cum I felt I would faint. My hand was covered in sperm, and so was the dresser. He removed his fingers from my ass. I was spent, and he kissed the back of my neck.

He turned me around to face him. I was out of breath and needed to rest and collect my thoughts. He took my fingers into his mouth and sucked my cum off.

"Soon." That was all he said.

He turned and walked away. I watched his tight firm ass bounce as he walked out of the room. All I could think was, "How the fuck did I get here, and how much more of this can I take?" It didn't take long for me to find out.

TO BE CONTINUED

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