Between Brothers

This is a problem.

Daniel

I’m showing them I’m weak, they have been f*****g in almost every room of my home as I hide away in my bedroom. I know this is something I agreed to do, I agreed to live this way so I could keep my nails dug into her. I know the pain and anguish I’m currently experiencing is part of my punishment for hurting her, I know that I have no right being upset but I am. I am pissed off for allowing this to get this far, I am pissed because they are touching her body and bringing her to euphoric lands. 

She’s been smiling non-stop since this all started, don’t get me wrong I’m happy that she’s happy. Her smile brings light to my life, Her heart beats for all of us and I know this but I f*****g hate it. 

Last night she stayed with Julian and that’s when it truly hit me.

It’s no longer just us, It’s HER and THEM and then me. The game we started that night at Chris’s house is still going, we’re trying to sink our claws deep enough that we never have to lose her. My fit of rage, my tantrum pushed me to the edge but I refuse to lose. Not to them, not to two assholes who’ve done just as bad as I have. 

I’m lost in thought when the front door opens and closes, evidently her coming home from Julians. 

“Babe?” I call out, hoping to get an answer. 

“I mean, you can call me Babe but it’s weird.” Chris responds, now appearing in my doorway. I lean up to verify that it’s him, but jesus f*****g christ I really hoped it wasn’t.

“What do you want?” I ask, throwing myself back onto the bed. The sweet citrus aroma of her perfume floats in the air around me, I really wish she was home.

“Well, our dear Tara asked me to bring her clothes. I thought you were at work, so why are you here sulking?”

“I’m not sulking, just missing my girl”

“She’s our girl remember”

“Yup” I reply, letting the pop of the p echo through the room. He’s chuckling as if I’ve just said something funny, f*****g asshole.

“Look, go get a blowjob and relax. You’re too tense”

“And how exactly am I to do that dumbass? I’m in a serious relationship with MY fiancee”

“Haha, you think so? She’s YOUR Fiancee but she’s currently riding Julians d**k isn’t she? Stop fooling yourself, Julian and I have a better chance of being the groom at that altar than you. Now, I know you’re Bisexual so GO GET A BJ”

“How’d you find that out?”

“You fired the female assistant after you found out she’s pregnant with YOUR kid and hired a guy, who you also spend an awful lot of time boning. The joys of having spies everyfuckingwhere”

“If you tell her, I’ll kill you!”

“No worries, your secret is safe with me. I wouldn’t want to have to pretend I missed you at your funeral”

I flip him off and I hear him walk away. 

Is he right? I know he’s divorcing Kayleigh but they still f**k, she’s been on his d**k since they were kids so it doesn’t surprise me if she sticks around for that. Maybe I need to distract myself with work or a hobby, I need something to keep my head in the game.

I take a quick shower and head over to the gym, hoping to blow some steam. 

***

Three hours. 

That’s how long I spent in the gym, one hour spent wandering around from machine to machine not actually working out. Once the movement started I lost myself, my muscles and tendons are on fire. Aching and Burning with the immediate need of a massage, carrying myself and backpack out of the gym I run into my favorite person, Marisol, Taras best friend.

“Excuse you asshole” she says, turning to flip me off. 

“Marisol, it’s always a pleasure to see you” I retort, did I mention I hate her f*****g guts. Marisol is like a genital wart she always pops up at the most inconvenient times. 

“Daniel?” She says, making a gagging noise in the back of her throat. I laugh at the insinuation as if I don’t have the same reaction to her. 

“The one and only.”

“Where’s Tara? I haven’t heard from her nor seen her. What have you done?” She says, poking me in the chest with her perfectly manicured finger nail. The snarky b***h doesn’t know how long I’ve wanted to make her scream in pain, the only reason I haven’t is because of Tara. 

“She’s been busy, new job and all.” The reply is nonchalant because the real answer may cause a shock to her fragile system. 

“I don’t believe you. I will be coming to see her myself” 

“Sure, you’re welcome to walk with me back to the apartment. I’m sure she’s home by now”

The look in her eyes, like she’s concerned for her safety. She should be, I need to release some steam, c*m in something other than my fuckin’ hand. Rough s*x with Marisol should be just the ticket. She follows me slowly, keeping her distance from me. We walk for a while in silence, the noise of the cars from the street. We exit the street and head up to the apartment, where things become interesting.

“Where is she?” Marisol asks, eyeing me suspiciously. I know she can see straight through my bullshit, I guess it’s time to fess up.

“Look, she’s not here. I figured me and you can talk” I say, pulling off the shirt I was wearing. Knowing I’ve caught her staring at my muscles and body a few times before, I know from hearing her talk if I wanted to I could f**k her silly and god only knows that I want to.

“Talk about what, Daniel?” She says, stepping backwards but tripping on that stupid carpet Tara put down. 

“We can talk about the weather, We can talk about Tara or We can talk about how much I know you want me to bend you over and f**k your brains out” The words slip out of my mouth like silk, her eyes go wide and her mouth opens slightly. It’s almost like she’s surprised I know. “Oh yeah, I’ve known for a while. But everything clicked the night you stayed over and I heard you panting my name while your fingers danced in your panties.”

“Oh my god” are the only words she can find to express herself. Her breathing is becoming ragged and she’s starting to sweat. I watch her chest rise and fall quickly and I’m afraid I might’ve scared her. 

“Look, at first I thought it was annoying but I’d be wrong if I didn’t admit I’ve f****d Tara a few times thinking of you. Gotten blowjobs from her and others and thought of those full lips wrapped around the tip of my hard c**k with my hands in your hair.”

“You’re loco. I would never do that to Tara”

“What if I told you that she’s currently out with her boyfriend and I am aching to rip you open?” I say, taking slow and calculated steps towards her. Menacing at best, My c**k straining against my pants, the thoughts running through my head is causing me to groan as ache is boiling in my groin.

She’s baffled at the events unfolding in front of her, her eyes wild looking for a way out. She doesn’t realize the moment she walked in here, the moment she let me close and lock the door she became my new toy.

Standing so close I can feel her heart rapidly beating through her sports bra, I place my hand on the small of her back holding her in place. Her eyes find mine and I smile, she’s scared and this is turning me on. I glide my hand up her back to the base of her neck, exposing her collar bone to me. I nip at her collar and I hear her suck in a breath, no doubt preparing herself for what’s about to happen.

“Let me make this clear, this can go the easy way or the hard way. Honestly, I’m hoping for the hard way. The catch is always better after a chase”

“How long have you been thinking of doing this?” She breathes, not resisting my touch.

“Just tonight, I’ve been a tad bit restless and I needed a way to release my pent up energy and you just so happened to walk in my life at the right time. Seems to be lady luck was on my side tonight”

“I will never f**k you” She says, still swaying from our close proximity. Her mouth says no but her body clearly doesn’t agree. I dance my free hand down the front of her shorts and gently rub the crease of her panties, feeling them become wetter with every swipe of my fingers. A light moan escaped her lips and that’s all the permission I needed. I throw her over my shoulder and head towards the bedroom but I hear the door being unlocked, I guess that b***h Lady Luck left me hanging. Again!

I set down my victim and turn to see who’s interrupting my game, it’s Tara. She’s finally home. And just when I was about to make Marisol wish she never went to the gym tonight, the corner of my eye catches a panicked Marisol crawling across the floor toward the kitchen. The smirk that dances on my face as I know her heart is pounding away in her taut chest, she doesn’t want to be caught. If she was truly a victim here she’d be rushing to rat me out not hide, I guess I’ll have to adventure this road later on. Perfect Fiancee Role, activate. 

“Hey love, finally done with Julian” I say, stepping in a way I can adjust my stiff c**k without having to touch myself. The pain of expanded vessels causing my member to stand at attention makes me wince, and that clearly cannot be ignored. 

“What’s wrong? You made a face” Tara asks, she steps forward to check on me. I was about to f**k her best friend and she stands here checking on me as she loves me. If she fuckin’ loved me she wouldn’t need Chris or Julian but I digress.

“I’ve just missed you so much”

“I haven’t been gone that long, It's only been three days. Julian has to work and I start my new job tomorrow with Christopher''

“Chrissy was just here a few hours ago, he’s annoying. Why couldn’t you just love me?” I ask. I know, I know I agreed to this fiasco but I can still feel left out. 

“I know, he brought me home. I needed clothes and a ride” 

I hear Marisol cough in the distance, Her attention is pulled away. I need to get her out of the room before Tara finds her. 

“You look tired, you should get a hot shower and get some sleep”

“I thought you missed me?” She says, raising an eyebrow. She could always see through me, She always knew when I was full of s**t. I can look her in the eye, I know I crossed a line and there’s probably no turning back. If she ever finds out my secrets, I’m done.

“Just sounds like your p***y could use a break” I snap, I know I’m wrong but the fact she’s been f*****g Julian pisses me off. 

“Mmhmm,” Tara says, turning to walk toward the bedroom, her head turns toward the kitchen and then keeps walking. Could she have seen Marisol? I’m sure if she did, she would’ve said something. Right?

As soon as I hear the door close I see Marisol running across the room to the door, where I grab her by the arm. Pulling her close enough to whisper in her ear, “This. Isn’t. Over”. Marisol's eyes are wide with fear or maybe excitement either way, I’ll have to adventure that later. I open the door and let her run free, the exhilaration of almost being caught has the blood rushing to my c**k and I’m right back to where I started.