Between The Brothers Ch. 07

CHAPTER 7: "I SEE YOU"

Cameron slammed his cock into me one last time and buried his face in my neck to muffle his screams as he unloaded his cum deep in my ass. My hand was covered in my own spunk. He slowly withdrew his cock from my ass.

"Oh, fuck," he panted. "I swear I could die in you."

"Don't do that," I said as I turned around and faced him. He was covered in sweat. He looked like he just run the Boston Marathon.

"Are you upset that we just did that," he asked.

I answered truthfully, "A little bit. Ryan is upstairs asleep, and I'm down here letting his older brother fuck me. It says a lot about my character."

Cameron pulled his pants back up, and I slipped my underwear back on. I felt like a shitty person, and there was no excuse for why I had slept with Cameron again. All he did was get me a camera, and I dropped my "panties" again.

"Can I ask you a question," Cameron asked as he took a seat on the stairs.

"Sure."

"Why do you love photography? You're smart from what Ryan has said. You could be anything you want to pick up a camera. Why," he asked.

With a roll of my eyes, I replied, "Why are you asking? I thought you supported it."

"Hey, come on. Just humor me a little bit, Mar." He said it so casually and innocently. He didn't even realize he said it.

Stunned, I asked, "Did you just call me Mar?"

He stuttered, "I-I-what?" As he ran his fingers through his hair, he said, "Don't change the subject on me."

I found myself smiling. Cameron was blushing and his face had turned bright red. That alpha-macho exterior was lowered for a moment, and I saw right through to his heart. His heart may have beat slowly, but it was big. That made me feel safe enough to humor his question.

I exhaled, "I feel seen when I have a camera in my hand. I'm the darkest one in my family. We would go out and take these big family photos and you could never really see me in the pictures. The lighting was never right or angle. For some reason, I always looked like some dark evilness in the photo. I wasn't seen. I wanted to be seen, so I started taking pictures and learning how to capture the light. I fell in love with it. I realized that most people, no matter what, aren't seen, but if you capture them at the perfect moment, they are truly seen. For some people, it's the first time they are ever seen."

He smiled, and then he said, "That's your character. Us fooling around isn't what defines your character. What's in your heart does. Take my photo and tell me what you see."

"It doesn't work that way. I have to capture you when you aren't prepared," I informed him.

"A normal photographer could capture me right now," he said playfully.

I giggled, "Well, you aren't normal, and neither am I. I'd like to think we're a bit more extraordinary."

His smile faded, and he looked down at the ground. I could feel his energy shift. I walked over and took his big, strong hands in mine. He looked up at me, and his eyes were full of sorrow.

"You really think I'm extraordinary," he asked with this aching tone.

I wrapped his arms around my waist and said, "Yeah, I do. The way you just helped me was nothing less than extraordinary. I think underneath your macho exterior is someone the world would love to meet."

"You're just saying that because of my cock," he said with that arrogant, flippant bad boy energy.

I pushed away from him, "Just when I thought we were having a human moment."

"Well, not everyone wants to talk about their fucking feelings, Marcus. I'm not a soft guy," he shouted quietly to not wake anyone.

Shocked, I asked, "And I am? Right. Got it. Fuck you, Cameron!"

"Fuck you, Mar!"

"My name is Marcus, you jackass!"

I stormed past him. He tried to grab my arm, but I snatched it away. He no longer had a right to touch me. I kept opening up, wanting to know him better, and he kept finding ways to be an ass.

"You forgot the camera, MAR!"

"Shove it up your ass, CAM!"

I heard him say, "I'll shove something in you."

I didn't respond. That was what he wanted. He wanted me to play this stupid game of back-and-forth with him. I was burned out on that shit. That night, I crawled into bed, snuggled up to Ryan, and drifted off to sleep.

TWO WEEKS LATER...

I'm one of those people who, when I make up my mind, only God can change it. I had made up my mind that Cameron was no longer someone I cared to interact with. I was polite, maybe even cordial but that was as far as things went. He presented the camera to me at breakfast, so I had to accept it, and the family begged me to take photos. I swear he's a cheeky little bastard at times.

The first few days, Cameron tried his hardest to get me to talk to him. Every step he took was met with defeat. Eventually, he got the message and left me alone. We danced around one another, making sure we didn't rock the boat. It was all going smoothly and according to plan until today.

I woke up feeling refreshed. It was Gill and Carol's (the mother) wedding anniversary. I showered, got dressed, grabbed the camera, and headed down the stairs for breakfast. The home was quiet, minus the chopping sound coming from the kitchen. When I entered, there was only Cameron. He was standing at the kitchen island, chopping up some vegetables. He glanced up at me and then resumed chopping his vegetables.

As he chopped the vegetables, he said, "Since you're not gonna ask, I'll just tell you. We have a family tradition. The kids always take the two love birds fishing first, followed by a spa day, and then out for lunch. I stay home and prepare a meal for the big dinner that consists of family and friends."

It was the first time the two of us had been alone together in two weeks. Everything, every spark of energy I had ever felt for him, slowly started to fill the space. I turned to walk away. I was halfway gone. Why didn't I just keep fucking walking?

He screamed, "Damnit, Marcus, it's been two weeks of torture. How much longer are you going to put me through this silent treatment? I don't like it!"

I quickly spun around, "Tough shit! You play with me like I'm a toy."

"We play with each other like toys," he snapped back.

I shouted, "The hell we do. I tried to get to know you. All you do is sexualize me and push me away. You rather act like some douchebag asshole than a human being. I'm not sure what kind of people you're used to dealing with, but I like for my bad boys to have some emotion and depth to them. It keeps me engaged. This total asshole thing does not work for me."

He put the knife down, snatched the apron off, and said, "I don't know how to talk about my feelings. They were never validated when I was young. So, I feel like they don't matter now."

"Your feelings matter. They matter to me, Cameron." I stood ready for him to finally open up, but he didn't say anything. He stood there fighting within himself to open up and express his feelings. As he struggled to figure out a way to open up, I snapped his photo.

"You took my photo," he asked, almost dumbfounded.

"Now, I see you," I told him.

"What did you see," he asked with a tenderness about himself.

Very gently, I answered, "The persona of a strong man. You're acting how you think the world wants you to act. Inside, you have complex emotions that you're afraid to show. Scared no one will care. There's passion and a need to feel loved. A bad boy with a heart. I see you, Cameron."

"You missed one thing," he said as a tear rolled down the side of his face, "I'm also a guy who is falling in love with his little brother's boyfriend."

"I didn't forget. That was for you to finally say when you were ready," I told him with a smile.

"I don't know what these things are that are falling from my eyes. I'm sorry," he said as he wiped his tears. He was desperately trying to turn our soft moment into a joke.

I placed the camera down and walked over to him. I took his face in my hand and made him look into my eyes. His beautiful eyes were watery and full of hope. He nervously breathed. It was the first time I had ever seen him nervous. His vulnerability was sexy.

He whispered, "You're making me nervous, Mar."

"Don't ever wipe your tears in front of me. Real men show emotion, and it's a beautiful thing," I said.

He smiled at me, and the ice around my heart melted. I placed a hand on his chest, and his heart was beating fast. The magic between us was still strong. I could feel it pulling me in, and I knew he could feel it as well. I couldn't help myself. I had to have him again.

I placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him to my lips. Our lips touched lightly, and then we began to kiss. Each kiss felt like magic. My free hand found his cock. It was growing in his pants. I stroked him through the soft material. His kisses grew more passionate.

I undid his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. His cock still surprised me each time I saw it. I couldn't get over how massive it was. He pulled his shirt off, and I started to kiss him down his body. I licked his nipples and then kissed his abs.

I got down on my knees and kissed the head of his dick. I opened my mouth and took his cock in. He let out a loud gasp. I wrapped my fat lips around his member and began to suck it. As my tongue wrapped around the shaft, I nibbled on the head. He gripped the counter and pressed his bare ass against it.

"Fuck, Mar. Suck my cock," he moaned.

I pulled it out of my mouth and licked his balls. I sucked on each one. My hands ran up the front of his thighs and then over his abs. I took his cock back into my mouth and let him fuck my throat. He slapped my ass and then pulled me to my feet. As he kissed me more, he undressed me. He spread my cheeks and pressed his finger against my hole. I moaned in his mouth. I pulled away.

"Should we take this upstairs," I asked.

He spun me around, bent me over the counter, and said, "I want you right here."

He knelt behind me and spread me open. I made my hole wink at him, and then he dived in. He ate me out with so much care and respect. His tongue moved up and down and round and round my rosebud. He slid a finger inside of my hot ass.

"I missed this ass, Mar. It tastes so good," he said as he munched on my anus.

His tongue slid inside of me as he stroked my cock. He moved it up and down inside my hole. I reached back and pushed his head deeper into my ass. I wanted more of his tongue. He knew what he was doing. Cameron had a way of making sex feel like you were fucking on the clouds. His tongue and dick game should have best-selling novels written about them.

"Cam," I called out. "Fuck me. I need it."

He stood up and placed his fat cock between my ass cheeks. I looked back over my shoulders at him. I wanted to see his face when he entered me. Slowly his cock breached me. A smile formed on his face.

"There we go. I'm back home," he moaned.

My walls opened up and let him slip all the way in. He quickly fed me every inch of his cock. The second all of it was in, I started to bounce back on his cock. He gripped my hips and began to fuck me with his thickness. He started to slam into me, making the sounds of our fucking echo throughout the house.

There we were, right there, in plain view of any to see us. We gave no fucks. He pulled his cock and spit on it and then pushed it back inside of me. He started to fuck me faster. He wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled me closer to him.

"Oh, fuck me. Fuck me, Cameron," I screamed.

I looked up at him and saw the spit dangling from his mouth. I opened mine, and he let it fall into my mouth. My cock grew even harder from that nastiness. He drove his cock deeper into me over and over again. He slammed my hips back and forth on his cock.

My hole was moist and gapping. My walls felt abused yet stimulated. His balls repeatedly slammed into my taint. I gripped the counter and let him fuck my senses away. He had every inch of me begging for more. My insides were clinging to his dick. I was being fucked by a god.

Our lips connected as he pounded my hole. It felt like he was punching a hole in my guts. I couldn't get enough. I worked my ass like it was black magic and casting a spell on him. He groaned and fucked me faster and harder. Then, suddenly, he pulled out. He lifted me and tossed me over his shoulder. He carried me into the den, and he flopped down on the sofa.

"I want you to use my cock," he said,

I kissed him, and he cuffed my ass cheeks in both hands. He made them shake. I took his earlobe into my mouth. As I sucked it, he started to moan. I moved my ass around on his hard dick in a circle. I could feel it pulsing and craving to be back inside of me again.

I moved just the right angle, and my ass sucked his cock in like a UFO sucking up a human into space. I rolled my hips and began to move up and down on his beast of a dick. He started to pant and run his hands over my body. I leaned down and bit his nipple, and he thrust his cock deep into my ass.

"Ride my cock, baby," he growled in my ear.

We fucked harder. I bounced up and down of his cock. My cheeks kept coming into contact with his big balls and thick thighs. I could feel the cream in my ass leaking out of me. I squatted and bounced faster on his cock. He wrapped his strong hand around my dick and stroked me as I rode him.

I slowed down and moved like a stripper on a pole. We kissed a million times as I bounced up and down on his dick. He started to fuck up into me. He pounded me hard. His big balls were slapping in my fluffy globes.

He flipped us, and I was on my back. This was what we had been building up to. Cameron loved to fuck in missionary. This was when he truly used his power. He started fucking me, and I kicked my legs open. His cock rammed deep inside of me. His balls attacked my cheeks.

I cried out, "Oh, fuck!"

He fucked me harder and harder. My hole was on fire as he ripped through me. I dug my nails into his back and held on for dear life. I couldn't move. He had me right where he wanted me. My dick was leaking all over my chest and stomach.

His cock was knocking against my prostate. The overwhelming urge to piss and scream was getting the best of me. He pounded me and pounded me. I couldn't think. I could only moan. The sofa was thumping across the room. His dick had grown wider and longer inside of me.

Sweat poured off his sexy ass body. He was red in the face and around his neck. I begged for it. He took it. He laid claim to me as only he could. His hips kept rising and falling. He started moaning and groaning. His eyes rolled, and he pushed himself even deeper inside of me than I thought was possible.

"I'm gonna fucking CUM," he screamed.

He shoved himself deep inside of me, and he started to unload all his hot cum in my ass. He flicked my balls, and my dick twitched, and in a surprising turn of events, it made me cum.

"That was insane," I breathed.

"Don't make me wait two weeks again," he said with a playful laugh.

I stumbled naked into the bedroom after Cameron pumped his third load of the day inside of me. He truly tried to make up for not having access to me for two weeks. I was completely worn out. I fell face-first on the bed. I think I was halfway out of it when Ryan entered the room.

"Oh, I could get used to coming home and finding you like this," Ryan said as he slapped my ass cheeks.

"Ry, no, I'm tired," I tried to lift myself up off the bed.

"You don't have to do anything," he said as he pushed me back down. "I'm gonna take care of you, baby."

He kissed my ass cheeks. My body went into shock. I was still full of Cameron's cum. He spread my legs. I felt his hands on my cheeks. He was about to spread me. He was going to see my hole had been wrecked.

"Just fuck me," I desperately yelled. He didn't question it. He was just excited to get his nut.

He guided his cock through my cheeks, and his cock easily sank into my hole. I tried to tighten the muscles in my ass so he couldn't tell I had been fucked earlier. His dick moved easily in and out of my hole.

"You're already wet. Nasty little cock slut," he said in a deep voice.

He picked up his pace and started fucking me aggressively. I could hear the sound of his dick slamming into Cameron's cum. It was making such a loud, squishy noise. I could feel the two meet and blend in my ass. There was no way Ryan didn't know.

"Your pussy feels so warm and wet around my cock," he moaned. "You knew I was coming home, and you got it wet and ready for me."

He didn't say anything, so maybe he didn't know. Cameron had done a number on my ass. I was just worn out and didn't make it to the shower. All I could hope for was that Ryan wasn't as smart as I had believed him to be.

He grabbed hold of my cheeks and spread them as he pounded me harder. I couldn't do anything but lay there and take it. I took his cock and prayed that he was none the wiser because if he knew what his brother and I had been doing, I would indubitably be the guy who came between two brothers.

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