Between The Brothers Ch. 09

CHAPTER 9: EXPOSURE

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!"

There was nothing but silence for the longest time. I wondered if he even heard the words. It was obvious that he already knew. I felt nervous and scared for his reaction.

"I hoped it would be a one-time thing, then I came home and fucked you, and you were full of his cum. It was leaking out of your ass each time my cock plowed into you. Guess that makes me crazy that I still kept fucking you," he said as he stared straight ahead.

"How'd you find out," I asked.

He laughed, "How'd I find out? I got worried about you when you left. Your phone was still here. I called Tanner, and he knew a place that Cameron liked to go. It was a summer house that belonged to the family of a girl Cameron fucked every summer. Oddly enough, her family didn't come this summer. Tanner knew where to go, and he took me. He was right; your car was out front. The front door was unlocked. You didn't even hear me come in. You were too busy begging my brother to fuck you. I can still hear your voice in my head saying, "I love it. Cam. Cameron. I'm sorry." I've never been so humiliated in my life."

Listening to him recount the events of that night burned me. I felt like the worst person in the world. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. There was nothing I could say that would make any of what I did okay. I could only muster up the courage to apologize for my duplicitous behavior.

"I'm so sorry," I said as I touched his face. "I never meant to hurt you."

He quickly slapped my hand away, "Do not patronize me! You've been fucking my brother, and you have the fucking audacity to sit here and say you never meant to hurt me. What'd you think was going to happen, Marcus? You thought I'd be fucking cool with it? You thought I'd roll out a red carpet to the bed and let him join us?"

"No, I wasn't thinking. I had all these mixed emotions going on. I never thought it would escalate to that point. I figured-I don't-I don't know what I figured," I desperately tried to plead my case but my words were not coming out right. I couldn't make sense of my feelings.

Ryan jumped out the bed. I watched his pale globes bounce as he quickly slipped his clothes on. I wanted to reach out and touch him and try to console him, but I knew that was the last thing that he wanted from me.

He stormed out of the room. I quickly jumped out of the bed and got dressed. I made my way out of the room and down the stairs behind him. I could hear Cameron's voice in the kitchen. He was laughing with someone. Ryan took off towards the kitchen. I ran behind him.

Ryan yelled, "You son of a bitch!"

He charged at Cameron and speared him in the stomach. Cameron hit his back against the edge of the counter. Carol started screaming for them to stop. Cameron pushed Ryan off him, but Ryan wouldn't give up. He punched Cameron in the face.

I shouted, "Ryan, stop!"

Carol screamed, "Gill, get in here!"

Cameron refused to fight back, and his refusal seemed to only make matters worse. Ryan wanted a fair fight, but Cameron just stood there and took the hits that Ryan gave him. I quickly sprung into action and grabbed Ryan by the arm, but in his swift movements, his elbow came back and hit me in the eye.

"You fucked my boyfriend. You're supposed to be my brother. You ass!"

Cameron noticed that I was injured, and that's when he lost his self-control. He hit Ryan one time, and that hit literally put him on his ass. Just as the fight was over, Gill came running in with his shirt in his hand. He was trying to fasten his pants.

"What the hell happened here," he asked as he looked around the room and surveyed the damage.

Ryan shouted, "He fucked Marcus is what happened."

"You son of a bitch," he yelled at Cameron.

Cameron fired off, "Oh, blow it out your ass, you old fart."

Cameron reached his hand out for Ryan, but he knocked it away. The two brothers stared at one another for a moment, and then Cameron walked away. As he walked past Gill, the old fart reached out and grabbed Cameron by the arm. They both froze and gazed at one another. Whatever old sentimental feelings that were once there fluttered to the surface.

"You used to be my special boy," Gill whispered to him.

"Not anymore," Cameron told him as he removed his hand.

He walked away and left Gill standing there, staring at his hand. It was like he couldn't believe he had touched Cameron. Carol ran around the counter and helped Ryan up from the floor. She held him tight like he was fragile. Maybe she was trying to protect him from me. I had inflicted maximum damage on his heart.

Ryan glared at me with disdain, "You can leave. You're not wanted here."

I didn't even bother to argue or try to plead my case. I accepted what Ryan said. I had no right to say anything. I went and packed my belongings. Cameron caught my eye, moving across the ranch. He was heading for the barn. I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to him and, of course, checking on him.

The barn was cool and quiet. Cameron was at the far end, tending to Cairo. He looked up, and our eyes met, and my heart fluttered just a tad bit. His beautiful face was bruised from the punches he took from Ryan.

"What are you doing here, Marcus?" he asked as he turned his head away.

"I wanted to check on you before I left," I said, half hopeful and half nervous.

He smirked, "Before you leave? So, you ruined my family, and now you're out. Talk about running from the scene of the crime."

"Screw you! We both ruined people's lives. You couldn't stop making passes at me, and I couldn't stop being around you. We are both to blame here."

He quickly stopped what he was doing and started marching toward me. He looked angry and hurt. Usually, there was always a look of passion somewhere in him, but there was none this time. He stopped right in front of me and started pointing his finger in my face.

Cameron chastised me, "You had one job. Keep your mouth shut. You couldn't do that. Because of you, Ryan hates me. My mom is disappointed. You won't be here to deal with the rest of the family and their judgmental stares and shit. You get to leave. I have to stay here!"

"Poor fuckin' you. You're not a victim, Cameron. I lost my boyfriend. I lost you! We both had one job that we failed, and news flash, it wasn't to keep our mouths shut. The job was to have never fucked, to begin with." I yelled every word. I didn't want to yell, but he pissed me off with his victim act.

Cameron frowned and said, "I was never yours. You were always his, so don't say you lost me when you never had me."

His words were cutting through my heart. I had risked it all and lost it all for him. Part of me thought he would ease my fears and tell me we were going to try and work it out. Instead, he was confirming all my worst fears. I had been an idiot. To make matters worse, I was still holding out hope for us to make things work or, at least, be friends.

"Well, you fucked me like I was yours. You jackass," I said as I stared into his eyes.

He puffed his chest out and stared back into my eyes. I stood my ground and peered past his eyes and into his soul. Neither one of us blinked. We kept eye contact for minutes. Cameron's breathing changed, and his eyes softened. The heat started to radiate from his body.

"Why are you still here, Mar?" he asked in a softened tone.

I replied as I touched his chest, "I don't want to leave us like this. I want to leave you with a little bit of happiness."

He sharply inhaled when I touched him. There was still chemistry between us. I could feel it in his reaction to my touch. I could see it in his eyes again. His body still craved my touch. I wanted to be there for him in every way possible.

As he placed his hand on top of mine, he said, "You have to stop touching me."

"Why," I asked. I knew the reason, but I wanted him to own it. I needed to hear him say it.

"You know why," he said as he ran his finger up and down my wrist with tender compassion.

"I want you to say it," I said as I traced my fingers over his large pecs.

As he tried to steady his breathing, he replied, "Cause it turns me on. Being near you is like being near the sun but not burning. I can feel the warmth and see the beauty of it."

"Then let me wrap you in my fire one more time," I whispered seductively as I unzipped his jeans.

My hands slid in his open fly. I could feel his pubes. He gulped as my hand made its way down his pelvis. My hand touched the top part of his shaft. I could feel the blood pumping in his cock. He wanted it as much as I did. I should have been going home, but I couldn't resist having him.

He snatched my hand away and looked around, "Not here!"

He pulled me by the hand, and we got on Cairo and rode off into the night. Cairo knew what Cameron wanted because she ran at full speed. I was terrified but excited all at the same time. I wrapped my arms around Cameron's strong waist and held on tight. I could feel the muscles in his stomach tighten from my touch.

We stopped at the river he had discovered. The stars shone brightly, and the moon reflected perfectly on the water. He got off the horse and helped me down. Very delicately, he touched the bruise on my face. I kissed the inside of his hand and then slowly made my way up his arm, kissing him.

Cameron made me look at him by lifting my chin with his hand. He kissed me. It was the sweetest and softest kiss he had ever given me. I appreciated the simplicity of it, but if this were to be our last time, I wanted the full Cameron experience and nothing else.

I kissed him like he was the only boy in the world. My hands moved up and down his muscular back. He returned my energy and let himself go. We lost all thoughts of time and space. The world around us vanished, and we gave into the desires that set us on our original course of destruction. There were no more feelings to protect. The only thing that mattered now was us.

Breathlessly, he said, "Fuck!"

We both giggled, and then he smiled brighter than I had ever seen him smile before. His smile and joy were like electricity. It shocked me and sent pluses of energy rushing through my body at speeds I'd never felt before.

"This is like playing a game of Russian Roulette and thinking the gun won't go off, but you can't stop playing because you want to win," he said as he placed his forehead against mine.

My body went numb. I slowly moved back away from him. He felt my energy shift. This coldness started to creep in, and dread washed over my body. I felt the world beneath me sinking, and everything that felt safe was no longer there. I was sinking. No, I was falling, and it was happening fast.

He snapped his fingers and called out, "Mar?"

Everything went back into focus. He had this worrisome look on his face. I wanted to forget what had just happened. I pulled my shirt off and dropped my pants and underwear. He bit his bottom lip seductively, and then he stripped out his clothes. I took a moment to admire his beautiful body.

"Damn, Mar. You are so fucking beautiful," he said as he admired my body.

I blushed, "You are a walking dream. I wish I had met you first, Cam."

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled our bodies close. I could feel his erection poking into mine. The wind blew, and the cool air wrapped around us like the wings of an angel. I pulled him by his hand and ran toward the river. We jumped into the cold water, but our bodies kept us warm and protected.

He lifted me, and I tightly wrapped my legs around his body. I didn't want to ever let go. His strong hands found my ass cheeks, and he gripped them like the handles on a bike. Soft kisses ran down my neck and onto my shoulder.

My lips traced his skin like a feather being dragged across a body. I ground my pelvis against his. The feel of his manhood against mine sparked my sex drive. I threw my head back and glanced at the moon. We were like two beautiful creatures caught under the moonlight.

We couldn't keep our hands off one another. He placed his hand on the back of my neck and pulled our faces together. Our lips touched, and we began to kiss sensually. The way our lips loved one another made me want to kiss him forever. I slid down his body and went under the water. I could clearly see his dick in the dark waters. I took his cock into my mouth.

"Oh fuck," he shouted from above. "That feels so fucking good."

I held my breath and bathed his cock with my tongue. His thick member pushed against the back of my throat. It throbbed in my mouth. I moved further down on his dick. My brain was screaming for me to breathe, but I wanted his cock more than I wanted to breathe. My body went into fight mode, and I came up to the surface for air. He looked like he was stunned by my actions.

"That was fucking amazing," he said, all excited.

He pulled me to the bank of the river. Only our feet were still in the water. I got on my knees and took his swollen rod back into my mouth. He forced every inch of his meat down my throat. My throat expanded as I forced myself to breathe through my nose. He fucked my mouth, causing saliva to run down his shaft and my chin.

He put me on my knees and spread my round cakes. His thick tongue ran across my puckered hole. He licked around my edges. The thick coat of his tongue made my bones react. Before I knew it, he was munching on my ass like a meal for the ages. The licks of his tongue were slow and deliberate. It felt like he was trying to reach my soul.

I moaned, "Fuck yes. Eat my ass."

He spread my cheeks wider and inserted his tongue inside me. Then I felt his finger sliding inside of me as well. My hole felt stretched in the best way possible. He stroked my cock and sucked my anus into his mouth. His lips closed around my hole, and I was undone. He had me feeling like I was royalty.

He slapped my ass, "You taste so good."

His thick cock pushed through my hole. My ass slowly opened and let him in. He eased every inch inside of me slowly. It was the most agonizing and pleasurable feeling ever. He was fucking me like it was the last time, and I wanted him to take his time.

His pubes came to rest against my cheeks. He started to move in and out of me. My slow breaths turned into hot moans. He held my waist and moved deeper in and out of me. Our bodies smashed into each other like stars colliding in the night.

He whispered, "You feel so good. You feel like mine."

The way he claimed me was far more erotic and exotic than I could have dreamed it would be. He forced me to look back at him. His eyes were speaking to me, and mine were speaking to him. They were saying all sorts of beautiful and nasty things. It made me moan louder because it felt like he was fucking my soul. He kissed me with his entire body and soul to silence my loud moans of pleasure.

His dick was deep in my guts. I could feel my insides shifting and molding to be perfect for his godly cock. I would have given him everything I owned if he'd asked. To be fucked like that is a gift everyone should feel at least once in their life.

"Oh my, God," I screamed. "AAGH!"

My body began to shake, and I couldn't hold myself up anymore. I fell over, but Cam didn't miss a beat. He followed me to the ground with his cock still buried deep inside of me.

"Where you going," he asked. "Don't run from me, baby."

I couldn't even defend myself. He rolled us on our side and pounded my insides. My dick was rock hard and dripping with precum. Cam was hitting all the right spots inside of me. I quickly grabbed hold of my dick and started to stroke it. He fucked me deeper and deeper. His dick pushed through me and into my second hole.

"Fuck me," I yelled like a slut in the corner of a bar.

He kissed me again and grabbed hold of my chest as if I had breasts. He pinched my nipples, and that sent a surge through my body and into my anus. The walls of my ass started to flex. He rolled onto his back, and before I knew it, I was bouncing up and down on his dick in reverse cowgirl style.

"This pussy so good, Mar," he moaned.

I could see his big balls hanging perfectly between his thick thighs. He put his thick hands on the top of my ass and guided me up and down on his cock. The warmth in my ass went up several degrees. His cock loved the heat because he pushed it deeper inside of me.

I turned around on his cock. I wanted to see him as he fucked me stupid. The second I saw his face, I started working his cock harder and faster than before. I bounced up and down on his dick harder and faster.

"You're so fucking sexy," he proclaimed with a twinkle of affection in his eyes.

"Show me how sexy I am," I demanded as I rode his cock faster.

He pulled us into another kiss. He spread my cheeks wider and started fucking up into me harder. His dick started to swell inside of me. He was enjoying the ride just as much as me. I couldn't get enough of it. The way he abused my hole and loved on my body was the right type of blend.

I stood and walked toward the tree. I placed my hands on it and pushed my ass out. He came and pushed his cock back inside of me. His dick felt even thicker than before. He started to work my hole again. It felt like he was punching my prostate. My cock was leaking fluids all over the place.

His balls were slapping into mine. His pelvis and thighs were smacking mine. Our bodies sounded nasty. His cock had me wetter than an ocean. Each time his dick pushed in, it sounded like someone was swimming laps in a pool. My moans were so fucking loud. I could feel the eyes of the animals watching us. I had drawn their attention. They smelled our sex and heard our pants.

His deep moans were so fucking sexy. I wanted to cry for Jesus, but I didn't need the Lord to see the sins Cam was making my body commit. His cock pushed deeper and deeper into me. My insides felt like they had been rubbed raw. His dick had clocked in and put in work. He earned his nut for the night.

"Fuck, baby! I'm bout to cum in you," he groaned.

His dick throbbed and twitched, and then I felt his hot load fill me. His cum fought to cling to the walls of my ass. He pushed his cock deeper inside of me. He held still as his balls twitched repeatedly. He filled me so much cum I wasn't sure I could hold it all.

He bent over and sucked on my ear, and I lost it. My body responded in the best way ever. I blew a huge load. The flexing of my anus made his dick even more sensitive. He slowly pushed in and out of me a few more times before finally pulling his amazing cock out of me. His cum rushed out of me. He refused to let his cum drip out. He pushed his dick back inside of me and forced his cum deeper into me.

"Every drop stays inside of you. That way, you'll always have a part of me with you," he said as he gave me lazy strokes.

We kissed one more time. We got dressed in silence. There was no need for words. We had said all we needed to say in the passion we had just shared. I leaned back against the tree and took in the splendor of nature one more time.

Cameron had his back toward me. He was loving on Cairo. I swear he loved that horse more than anything in the world. How I wished things had turned differently for us. I could see us as this beautiful, albeit toxic couple who were, in some way, meant for each other.

"You love that horse," I said, more curious than anything.

"Cairo is the offspring of my dad's horse," he said as he turned around.

He turned and faced me. I saw it in his eyes--fear! Something had shaken him to his core. The color drained from his face, and his body tensed.

"Marcus, duck," he yelled. His voice vibrated through the ground and up my spine.

I quickly ducked, and I heard the loud sound of two objects connecting. SMACK! Pieces of wood flew everywhere. I fell to the ground and quickly rolled over. I was met with a sight I hadn't expected to see. Gill was standing there holding what was the remains of a tree branch. His eyes were red as if he had been crying. His nose was flared, and his chest was puffed out.

"You son of a bitch," Cameron screamed as he ran over and tackled Gill to the ground.

Cameron punched him. Gill rolled Cameron over and hit him in the face. Cameron hit him back, and they both ended up standing again. The two men circled each other like predators, trying to take out their prey.

"After everything I've done for you, boy, I showed you everything, and this is how you repay me," Gill yelled like a man with a broken heart.

Cameron yelled, "You ruined me!"

"That what he tell you," he asked as he pointed a finger at me. He didn't even bother to look in my direction. He just pointed as if I was nothing to him.

"This ain't about him. It's about me, you son of a bitch." Cameron's words came from a deep place of hurt.

Gill growled and screamed out, "The hell if it ain't bout him. This is all because of him. You broke your brother's heart. Your mom is worried, and you broke my heart. You were my special boy. You were mine, and he took you from me. The moment he brought his city slick ass into my house, he had you eating out his hand."

Cameron hissed back, "You're delusional, Gill. He didn't have me eating out of his hands. No, he was touching me with them. Making me feel shit I never felt before. Not. With. Any. One. Else."

Slowly, it all started to make sense. Gill wanted Cameron. The way he reacted to Cameron's touch earlier. He was mean to him because he wanted to hide his true feelings, or so I thought. Funny how quickly a thought can be debunked.

"Did you tell him I taught you everything you know? I watched you fuck him the same way you used to fuck me. Did you tell him that I taught you what a man likes and how to tease it and draw it out? DID YOU TELL HIM THAT YOU WERE MINE?" Gill's words echoed through the trees.

Everything froze in time. Cameron's face dropped, and Gill looked almost amused by his actions. This entire time, I thought I was in between two brothers, not knowing that I was actually in between two lovers. How the fuck did I end up here? I told y'all I was a city boy, and I knew I should have kept my city ass in my city home.

I blurted out, "What the fuck?"

Yes, what the fuck, indeed!

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