Between The Brothers Ch. 05

CHAPTER 5: "FUCK ME, RESPECTFULLY"

Over the next few days, I felt like a zombie. I was going through the motions. Get out of bed, shower, get dressed, be in nature, eat dinner, fuck Ryan, sleep, and repeat. It was like something had switched in me when Cameron told me Tanner was Ryan's ex-boyfriend. I didn't know how to ask without throwing Cameron under the bus.

Also, there was this voice in my head telling me I couldn't be jealous. I had already completed some egregious acts with Cameron. My life was spinning, and I had no control over it. It was like no one even noticed that I was slowly sinking into a mental abyss. Or so I thought.

The family was gathered around the dinner table. Everyone seemed to be having a great time. I was seated across from Cameron. We hadn't really said much to each other since the night when he told me who Tanner was. I felt his eyes on me. Every time I glanced up, I would catch him looking at me. I could tell he wanted to say something.

Gill announced, "Tanner and his family are coming over for dinner tomorrow night."

"Really? He didn't say anything to me about it," Ryan said. It was clear he was shocked.

Something snapped inside of me the second those words left Ryan's mouth. I guess my insecurities had arrived and were on full display for everyone at the table to see and hear.

"You talked to him," I asked. I think I was more in shock than anything else.

Ryan leaned back in his chair, "Yeah. He's a really good friend." I could tell he was shocked by my questioning of things.

"A really good friend that you used to date and didn't bother telling me." I grind my teeth with every word. I had been sitting on the knowledge for days and it just boiled over and out.

The entire table grew quiet. Ryan's cheeks turned red. He was flushed, but I didn't know if it was because of anger or embarrassment. I didn't even care.

"What? Who told you that," he asked.

"Doesn't matter. You're not denying it," I said.

Ryan stared at me for a moment, and then he cut his eyes across the table at Cameron. There was no need for words. Ryan knew right away that Cameron had told me.

"Wow, really, Cameron? You're supposed to be my brother," Ryan shouted at him.

Cameron defended himself, "Hey, that's your boyfriend. I thought he knew. Don't get upset with me because you couldn't be honest, little brother."

"Don't be mad at Cameron. You should be mad at yourself for not saying anything. I deserved to have known." I was agitated and angry.

"See what you did, Cam. You just can't mind your own business," Gill yelled at him.

Cameron and Gill stared at one another. There was a deep animosity between the two of them. I didn't see it my first night, but it was clear that they weren't fans of another.

I interjected, "This isn't Cameron's fault, Gill. He did nothing wrong."

Cameron cut his eyes at me, and they softened just a little. Even at that moment, he made my heart race with his eyes. He quickly focused back on Gill.

"It's his fault. It's always his fault. Why are you meddling in Ryan's business? What's it to you," Gill fired off at Cameron.

Cameron slammed his fist on the table, "I was trying to be nice and make conversation with Marcus."

Ryan yelled, "That's bullshit. You did it to be a dick like you always do."

"I did it because someone needed to be a man in this family," Cameron yelled.

Gill jumped up from the table, "You ungrateful little shit."

"Gill," the mother screamed. Her scream was in vain because Gill was right in Cameron's personal space.

"No, go ahead and hit me, Gill. It's your favorite thing to do, right? I remind you of the man you'll never be. My father!" Cameron's words cut Gill because the next thing I saw was Gill swing and hit him in the face. Cameron balled his fist, and I screamed just as he was about to swing back on Gill.

"CAMERON," I shouted.

Cameron squared off with Gill. He wanted to hit him with every fiber of his being, but he didn't do it. He didn't do it because of me.

"Come on and do it. Show me you're a big, strong man," Gill goaded him. "Come on, Cam, swing on me. Hit me, boy."

Cameron punched the table and stormed off. No one dared follow him. I didn't understand that. Cameron hadn't done anything wrong yet he was somehow being made out to be the villain.

"No one is going to go after him," I asked.

"Marcus, you don't really understand how our family works. I'm sorry you have to bear witness to it, but don't judge what you don't understand," the mother mumbled. It was like she didn't really want to say much.

I jumped up from the table and went after him. Ryan called out after me. Gill stood there running off at the mouth. I followed Cameron outside. He was so upset. He kicked the dirt and screamed.

"Fuck him. Fuck that fucker," he shouted. "I left my fucking keys in there, and I can't go back in. I need to get out of here."

By sheer dumb luck, I had my keys in my pocket. Cameron climbed into my rental car, and before I knew it, we were driving down the dark road. There was nothing but darkness for miles and miles beyond my sight. I had left my phone back at the house. All I could do was sit silently and listen to Cameron spit out directions every so often.

It was about an hour's drive, but we arrived at this modern-day-looking home. The house was dark and in the middle of nowhere. Cameron jumped out of the car and walked up to the house. I quickly followed behind him. There was a set of French doors with a keypad. Cameron entered the code, and we went inside.

"You can leave now," he said as we walked down the hallway.

I couldn't leave. I didn't know where I was or how to get back to his family's home. I walked down the hall and found him in a bedroom. He had already stripped down to his boxer briefs. The room itself was dark. There were no curtains up, so all the light from the moon lit up the room.

"Why are you still here," he asked. He tried to sound calm, but I could see the hurt in his eyes.

"I don't know my way home, and I don't think you should be alone," I told him as I looked around the room.

"Well, you can't stay here," he said as he sat on the bed.

"Why not? I could get lost out there. I don't have my phone. Whose house is this," I asked as I picked up a photo of a woman on the desk. She was gorgeous.

"MARCUS! Get the fuck out," he shouted.

"NO," I screamed. "Why are being such a fucking dick?"

He yelled, "Because I'm angry, and I want to fuck all my rage away. I'm trying to be respectful of you, but if you stay in this house, I will take that as consent, and I will fuck you like you belong to me and no one else. So, respectfully leave."

There was this new look in his eyes. I knew he meant business. There was no playing this time. Cameron was struggling to control the urge to take me. I could almost smell the sex in the air. My body could feel the heat radiating from Cameron. Suddenly, I had no care in the world. I only felt this overwhelming desire to let him have me. I wanted to make him feel good all over.

"Then fuck me... respectfully," I said as I pulled my shirt off.

There was no need for me to say anything else. Cameron stood and closed the distance between us. My heart was racing, and I could feel my mouth becoming dry. I knew he wasn't going to protest.

"Do you consent," he asked as he ran a finger down my chest. My chest was rising and falling. He was suddenly so calm and relaxed. All this bad boy confidence was more real than it had ever been before

I inhaled and then exhaled, "Yes."

ROUND 1.... FUCK

There were no more questions. Cameron pulled me into a hot kiss. Our lips connected, and our tongues invaded each other's mouths. As we kissed, I could feel his strong hands all over my body. I touched his smooth skin and felt the muscles in his chest flex.

In one swift motion, my pants and underwear were at my ankles. I was aroused and ready for Cameron to do all sorts of bad things to me. He pulled us back towards the bed. He lay on his back and told me to sit on his face.

He palmed my heavy ass cheeks, spread me open, and his tongue licked my rosebud. I took his strong cock into my mouth. It was massive and thick. I could barely fit all of it down my throat. I sucked the head of his cock and rolled my tongue around the shaft.

He spread my cheeks wider and inserted his tongue deep into my anus. With his lips, he kissed the ring. His entire face was buried in my ass. His hands felt so thick and strong, pulling my cheeks apart. His heavy tongue danced inside of my ass.

I swallowed more of his cock down my throat. I licked his balls and sucked them into my mouth one by one. His cock stood straight up like a flag pole, only it was thicker. As I sucked his dick, I kept thinking about how good it was when I sucked him off in the woods.

This time, I was able to admire his thick, beautiful thighs. He began to fuck my mouth, and his fat balls moved up and down. More of his swollen cock slid down my throat. My jaws felt overly stretched, but I wanted more of him.

Before I could process anything, he had me on my back with my legs spread. He spit on his dick and rubbed it in. This look of happiness and eagerness mixed together was on his face. He couldn't wait to devour me. I had been a tease and a conquest since day one, and he was finally about to collect.

He opened his mouth and let his saliva fall. He had perfect aim because it landed on my hole. Then I felt the fat head of his cock pushing against my entrance. I inhaled and slowly exhaled, and his cock pushed through the barrier of my anus.

I quickly gripped the covers. His dick was massive, and it was stretching me out. I could feel the walls of my ass fighting against such a massive creature. It was no use, though. Cameron and his dick were determined to have me. His cock kept sliding inside of me. Inch by inch, it crept inside of me. The resistance in my body and my anal walls slowly faded.

He kept pushing until finally, I could feel his pubes resting against my thighs and taint. I had every fucking inch of his dick inside of me. He growled and smiled at the same time.

"You been keeping this sweet pussy from me. No more," he said like some wild animal.

He leaned down and kissed me, and began to work his hips. Slowly his dick started to move in and out of me. I tried to keep my moans low, but his dick was doing things I had never felt before. I felt myself losing the battle, and my moans grew louder.

Cameron started working his lower back. His hips were rising and falling and plunging his cock in and out of me. I dug my nails into his back, and he fucked my senses away. His big dick ran through my body like a freight train.

His chest rested against mine. Our lips connected, and he pounded me long and hard. His balls kept slapping my ass every second after second. I couldn't think or focus on anything but his tool ramming away at me.

"Oh fuck," I moaned.

He fucked me harder and faster. I moved my hands down his back and across his tight ass cheeks. He pounded me harder. I had never been fucked the way he was fucking me. My dick was hard and leaking precum. He thrust harder, and his hips moved faster.

He groaned, "Pussy feels so good. I'm gonna fuck you so good, Marcus."

I could only nod my head. My body was running wild from end to end with pleasure. He quickly pulled out and rolled me onto my hands and knees. He pushed his cock back inside of me and began to fuck me again.

My hole felt open and wrecked. I was wetter than I had ever been before. He placed his hands on my hips and took me harder. I arched my back to ease the pressure I was feeling, but it didn't go away. The pressure intensified. It felt like I had to piss. Cameron worked me like a piece of meat.

He took his big hands and slapped my ass so hard the sound vibrated through my body. He gripped my hips and began to slam into me harder. CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! The sound of his body pounding mine echoed and scared me some. I had never heard someone fuck like that. I had never been fucked like that.

Where the fuck did he learn to fuck like that? Could he do this to me all the time? I had questions but no answers. I could feel his cock swell inside of me. His dick was growing bigger with each stroke he gave me. Call me fresh pussy because that's how he fucked me.

"Fuck it's so good, Marcus. Tell me you love it," he demanded as he pounded my insides harder.

"I love it," I screamed. "Cam!"

"Yeah, say my name just like that," he said as he slapped my ass cheeks.

As I said his name, it fueled him to fuck me harder and faster. He was like a different person. He claimed me over and over with each plow he gave me.

"Cameron! Cameron! Cameron! CAMERON! I'M SORRY!" I screamed. I was indeed sorry for having resisted the urge to let him fuck. I should have given it up way sooner. My thoughts had been altered by some dick. Well, not just any old dick, but by Cameron's dick.

He kept pounding me. It felt so good. I thought I was going to heaven in the best way possible. He pushed himself deep inside of me, and then I felt this warmth coat my insides. He had flooded me with his cum.

"FUCK," he shouted.

We both collapsed on the bed. He kissed me again, and then I drifted off to sleep in his arms.

ROUND 2... SENSUAL FUCK

I don't know how long I was asleep. When I woke up, it was still dark outside. I didn't feel Cameron next to me anymore. I quickly sat up in the bed. My hole was sore, but my body felt alive. I could still feel his fingers and hands on me. I wanted him again.

"Cameron," I called out.

"I'm here," he said from the corner.

He was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. His legs were spread, and he was slowly stroking his hard cock. The sight was erotic and electrifying. Both our mouths watered as we stared at one another.

"What are you doing," I asked softly with a touch of sensuality to it.

"I was watching you, and then I started thinking about you, and it turned me on," he said as he continued to stroke himself.

His cock was like a python. It was long and thick, and I could see the muscles pulsing in it. I wanted it back inside me. I wanted to cover him with my milk chocolate body.

"What were you thinking," I asked.

He stood up, "That you defended me tonight. You calmed my rage when I was going to hit Gill. It turned me on, and then I thought of how to show you how much I appreciate it."

I swallowed nervously, "How?"

He climbed back into the bed and kissed me. The kiss was tender and passionate. He kissed my neck and my ear. I pushed him on his back and took his cock into my mouth. He let out a soft moan. I was ready mentally for his dick and was able to take all of him into my mouth.

"Oh fuck. Yes, deep throat my cock," he moaned.

He lifted his hips and fucked my mouth slowly. I stroked his member with my hand as I sucked the head of his cock. Then I took all of him into my mouth. His toes curled as I worked his pole with my wet mouth and thick lips. The sound of my saliva coating his cock rang in my ears.

"You're sucking my dick so good, Marcus," he exclaimed.

He took his finger and played with my exposed, sore, and hungry hole. His fingers felt good, making circles around the ring of my ass. I could feel myself getting hard all over again. I licked his balls, and he giggled.

"Let me eat that ass," he said. "Sit on my face."

I swung my legs around and straddled his face. He pushed his tongue inside of me and began to swirl it around and around. His tongue stroked my insides like a mini version of his cock. He would then lick his tongue up and down my hole and then push it back inside of me. I couldn't wait to have him back inside of me again. I ran my hands over my chest and pinched my nipples. They were erect and sending signals of mass pleasure through my body.

I turned around and sat on his cock. I used my cheeks to massage the shaft. He bit his lips and tried to put it in me. I wouldn't let him, though. I kissed him over and over again. Each kiss turned him on even more. He wanted to be back inside of me badly. I wanted him in me just as badly.

"Let me in, baby. Please," he begged as he thrust his hips up.

"You have to promise to be gentle this time," I said. I didn't want to be pounded. I wanted to be worshipped by the bad boy.

He nodded his head. He was under my control at the moment, and I wanted to be fucked all slow and sensual like a queen trapped in a king's body. I slowly rolled my hips. My hands moved all over his chest and across his torso. He placed his hands on my thighs, and I swear I could feel a tingle running through me.

I placed his cock at my entrance and slowly eased down on it. We both moaned as inch after inch slid inside of me. My ass felt like a furnace for his cock. His dick throbbed in my anus. I began to move my body back and forth on his cock.

He ran his strong hands over my ass cheeks. I began to move up and down a little faster on his cock. He matched my movements with his upward thrust. His cock moved in and out of me. Our bodies were in a perfect slow dance. I bounced up and down a little harder and faster on his cock.

"It's so fucking deep inside of me," I cried.

"Fuck me! Ride me," he said.

Our foreheads came to a rest, and our lips met again. I moved up and down faster on him. My hole was dripping wet. He could feel the fluids of my anus running down his pole and over his balls. He was deep inside of me, and That dick was swelling even more inside of my ass.

"You ride me so good," he said with a slap of my ass cheeks.

I had no intention of stopping. Cameron's dick was just too fucking good. I wanted more. It was like a drug. The way his face looked as fucked me turned me on. The movement of his body as he sexed me excited me. The way his dick moved through my body called to me. There was no way I could ever forget what we were doing.

"Please let me fuck you good," he pleaded.

I knew he wanted to be in control. I let him lean me over the bed. He got behind me and eased his erection inside of me. I could feel the veins in his cock brushing my walls. He put one leg on the bed and began to move in and out of me. It wasn't the pounding like earlier, but my God, was it amazing.

His strong hands wrapped around my hips, and his balls slapped my taint. My moans grew louder. He became more vocal about his love of fucking me. He drove himself deeper and deeper into my anus. Our shadows cast upon the wall fucking was such a hot sight.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he said.

He used my hole and my body. He gave me pleasure from the depths of the fucking earth. Our bodies were calling to each other. They were speaking a language that neither one of us knew. We only knew that it was the best feeling in the world and that we never wanted tomorrow to come.

My dick was swinging back and forth. I was fully erect, ready to burst. Cameron was sucking my neck as he fucked me. I worked my ass muscles and squeezed his dick like fresh orange juice. Cameron kept saying the most sensual yet nastiest things ever in my ear. It was driving me wild. He was making me his bitch.

"You're sucking the life out of me through my cock. Fuck it feels so good," he moaned in my ear.

We lost our balance and fell on the bed. Cameron never lost the beat of his fuck. He had me on my side. He lifted my leg and fucked me harder. His cock went deep into my guts. We had worked up a sweat. Our bodies were drenched but it was like we couldn't stop.

Over and over again, his cock invaded me. It touched my depths. His eyes were black with pleasure. He moved faster and harder. I could feel my body shaking and my insides molding to fit his cock. For a moment, I forgot who I was and where I was. All that mattered was us.

"I'm gonna cum," he announced.

He thrust once more. His cock twitched, and then I felt his load flood my insides. He lazily moved his cock momentarily in and out of me. As I stroked my dick, he started to fuck me harder, and within seconds, I was spraying myself with my cum. He licked my cum off my stomach and chest.

"Sweet like honey," he said with a sex grin.

I laughed, and then we kissed. He rested his head on my chest. For a few minutes, we lay there silently as I ran my fingers through his thick, wavy hair. His breathing changed, and I knew he was sleeping. We had worn ourselves out.

ROUND 3... FUCK TO REMEMBER

The sun was beaming right in my face, but I couldn't move. Cameron had me right where he wanted me. His big cock was sliding in and out of me. He was pounding me harder than he had last night. Every so often, he'd slow down and stroke me at this slow pace that would drive me wild.

My ass was wide open and making all types of strange and absurd sounds. His strong hands had a hold of my hips, and he was slamming me back and forth on his cock. His dick felt so good. I could feel him in my stomach.

My toes were tingling, and my nerves were on fire. His heavy balls were pounding into my taint. My cock was harder than it had ever been. It felt like the earth beneath me was shaking. It was really just the bed, but that's how powerful his strokes were. He had been pounding me for nearly thirty minutes and was showing no signs of slowing down.

He rolled us, and he me riding him. Before I could move, he started to fuck up into me. He pounded my hole like I was a cheap slut he found in the Wal-Mart parking lot. His long dick was tapping all sorts of spots and places in my ass. His balls swayed like branches in a thunderstorm.

"Oh, fuck me, Cameron," I moaned loudly.

His dick moved freely and much more easily through my body. He had broken me in. My anus had been rearranged to accommodate him, and he knew it. I could feel his cock in the lower part of my stomach and my back. My hole was not my own.

"Ride me," he said as he spanked my ass.

His face was covered in sweat. My body was on fire, and I wanted him deeper. I began to bounce up and down on his dick. He watched in amazement as I moved my body like a snake almost on his cock. He cuffed my ass with those manly hands of his and fucked up into me harder.

I felt stretched and stuffed. My ass was wet and dripping. My walls clenched his cock and worked his shaft like a miracle worker. He groaned and moaned louder in my ear. I knew I had him locked with that move.

He rolled me onto my back. I spread my legs wide open, and he pounded the fuck out of me. DEEPER AND DEEPER, his cock drove into me. The bed began to rock and thump across the floor. He moved faster and harder. My body rocked with the beat of his fucking. My sweet ass sucked in more of his dick. It was like a contest of who could claim who, and I was not going to be outdone.

"Fuck me. Deeper! Go deeper," I cried.

He rammed his cock deep inside of me. He pulled it out and rammed back into me again.

"You like that shit," he asked as he fucking spit in my mouth.

It was the nastiest but hottest thing we had done so far. He fucked me even harder than I thought possible. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and then there was a loud crash. The fucking bed broke. We were on the floor, but he was still deep inside of me.

He wrapped one hand around my neck and began to choke me. I was caught off guard and tried to knock his hand away. He was strong and was fucking the energy out of my body. At first, I couldn't breathe, and then a surge of pleasure shot through my body, and my mind felt like it was floating on a cloud.

"Put your fucking hand down, you cum slut," he roared at me.

I obeyed him like some submissive bitch. I stopped fighting it. I let the pleasure fuck me, and his dick fuck me. He was like a savage beast. Over and over, he pounded me. I felt like I was being split in half, but it felt so good. It hurt, but it felt fucking fantastic.

"This is my pussy now, Marcus. No more denying me," he groaned.

My eyes felt heavy. He took his free hand and slapped me. My eyes bucked, and I opened my mouth to say something. No words came out. He once again spit in my mouth. It felt like something suddenly broke inside my anus. My body broke out into a convulsion. I wanted to scream. Every muscle in my ass was throbbing and raging. He let go of my throat, and I gasped for air. I had never felt more alive and desired in my life. He had broken my fucking mind.

He took my cock into his hands, and he gave me a few nice long tugs. I came in his hands. I released a fountain of cum that quickly covered his hand and my body. He used me to get his nut. He took me for the ride of a lifetime. Twenty-five minutes later, he slammed his dick deep inside of me and planted his seed.

"FUCK," he screamed as he shot rope after rope of hot cum inside of me.

We lay there next to one another, breathing hard. We were both exhausted, and I was in shock. The afterglow of what he had done quickly wore off, and I didn't know how to feel about the aggressiveness at first. Then I replayed it in my mind, and it excited me. Cameron excited me, and that scared me because I was supposed to be with his brother.

Through heavy breaths, Cameron apologized, "I'm sorry. I don't know where that came from. You do something to me. Are you okay?"

Was I okay? Absolutely not. Did I want more? Yes, God. I had totally fucked up and unlocked Pandora's Box. Damn! What's a guy to do when he's torn between two brothers? That was a question I still didn't have the answer to.

TO BE CONTINUED

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