Camille
The past few days have been difficult. Don’t get me wrong – I’m ecstatic now that Maxim’s father is finally a part of my son’s life. I hadn’t expected Maxim to cope so well, and take things in his stride like this. To him, it seems a natural thing for Jonathan to be in his life now.
It’s much harder on me, though. It’s no longer just Vincent who is a part of my family – Jonathan’s a part of it too. And that makes me so confused. I still love Jonathan. I was in love with him when I was fourteen, and I still am – that hasn’t changed. But at the same time I love Vincent. I know what people might wonder at this point: how can you be in love with two people at the same time?
The answer is: me, and I’m completely helpless against it. I’m fighting it, but it is what it is. Which makes it so hard, because I don’t want to lose either one of them. They have both been such an integral part of my life, and still are. After everything we’ve been through, I don’t want anyone in our little family to get hurt, least of all Maxim.
I spent all afternoon with Jonathan and Maxim. We went to a playground not too far from here. While we were both keeping an eye on Maxim playing on the jungle gym and the swings, he must have asked me at least a hundred questions. About Maxim’s birth, his first few steps, his first time in kindergarten. There wasn’t enough time to tell him everything, so I promised to dig up a few baby photo albums for him in order to show him what he has missed.
And now here I am, making spaghetti for the three of us while Vincent’s at work and Jonathan and Maxim are in Maxim’s bedroom playing with the crappy drumkit. It feels so homey. I know I never want to lose this feeling, no matter what it takes. Maxim deserves to have his father in his life. The thought sends a pang through my heart, though, when I think of Vincent. It must be so hard for him to cope with the new situation. We did discuss things and he didn’t seem too troubled by these developments, but sooner or later he’ll start to wonder...
I don’t have much time to ponder it now. Dinner’s ready, so I pop my head around the door of Maxim’s room.
“Dinner’s being served!”
“What do you reckon, rock star... wanna grab a bite?”
Maxim’s eyes light up when Jonathan addresses him like that. “Mommy always calls me her rock star, too.”
Jonathan winks at him. “Must be true, then.”
We eat together and when we’re done, I get up to clear the table. Jonathan stops me. “Let me. You cooked for us.”
I’d almost forgotten that Jonathan can be a real gentleman when he wants to.
“Thank you. Maxim, let’s get you into those jammies, okay?”
* * *
Jonathan has just finished doing the dishes when I get back to the kitchen. Maxim’s ready for bed. He’s yawning and his tired little head is resting against my shoulder. I shoot Jonathan a pondering look, worrying my lower lip.
“What?” he asks.
“I thought you might like to tuck him in... since I’m usually the one to do that. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I thought you might enjoy it.”
Jonathan’s gaze is scrutinizing, as though he’s trying to gauge my mood from a distance.
“You know what? I got a better idea. Let’s put him in bed together.”
Maxim lifts his head a little bit. “Will you read me a story, Daddy?”
My heart melts. This is the first time Maxim is calling Jonathan ‘Daddy’ in my presence. I’m sure my eyes are all teary, but I don’t care. When I look at Jonathan, he seems to be proud as well.
“Of course,” he accepts.
I walk through the corridor toward his room and Jonathan follows in our wake. Carefully, I lay Maxim down. There’s a bookshelf in the corner of the room and I pick one which I know he adores.
Even before Jonathan’s reading the final pages to him Maxim has fallen asleep. I kiss him on his head and he tiptoe out of the room together.
“Thank you,” I say. “That meant a lot to him.”
“It meant a lot to me, too.”
I want to kiss Jonathan so badly. I know it’s wrong, but the urge is so very strong. Slowly, I lean into him, but before I can really press my lips to his, the front door opens and Vincent steps inside. I step back abruptly, trying to keep my distance from Jonathan. I’m pretty sure that guilt is plastered all over my face and that Vincent will pick up on it. Again, he walks in on me and Jonathan in a compromising situation. I’m afraid he’ll fly off the handle again.
But when I look up, Vincent has approached us without saying a word. He and Jonathan exchange a look and I’m not sure I follow.
What’s going on here?
One week ago
Jonathan
It’s kind of hard to miss: whenever the four of us are in the same room, Camille doesn’t know how to behave. The tension grows to uncomfortable levels – a tension brought on by the question “Should I choose Jonathan or Vincent”?
When I went to the bathroom after dinner last night, Camille and Vincent were doing the dishes together. The moment I stepped into the kitchen again, Vincent was kissing Camille, holding her close. But as soon as Camille heard me come in, she pulled away and pretended like nothing had happened.
I no longer want Camille to tiptoe around our feelings, being weighed down by all the guilt she’s experiencing. So I’ve decided to meet Vincent today, in the auto shop where he works, and talk this through. I hope he’ll make time for me, because we really need to find a solution for the whole thing.
The lady at reception refers me to the work station in the far corner. I can see her eyes on me and the cogs in her head turning as she’s trying to figure out why I look so familiar.
Although I’ve gotten used to being famous by now, it’s still pretty awkward when I pass a group of people and they all fall silent. Which is exactly what happens when I step onto the workfloor. Most of the mechanics start to whisper to each other. Only one of them has the balls to walk up to me and ask me whether I am who he thinks I am.
I extend a hand. “Sticks. Nice to meet you.”
His broad smile makes it obvious that he’s a fan. “See?” he calls out to his buddies. “Told you it was him.”
He shakes my hand and gapes at me as though God Almighty Himself has just stepped into the auto shop. “I’m a big fan of Full Moon. So happy you guys are back in Belgium. I already bought tickets for your next concert.”
Within moments, I’m surrounded by car mechanics showering praise on me for all the success of the past years.
“So, what can we do for you?” one of them asks. “Got car trouble?”
“I’m here to see my brother. The receptionist told me he’s at work all the way in the back.”
All the commotion has drawn Vincent out of his corner. He wipes his greasy hands on a cloth. “What brings you here?”
The mechanic who is a fan looks from me to Vincent. “Sticks is your brother?” he asks incredulously. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
He shrugs non-committally. “Never came up.”
If I want to sit him down for a serious conversation, I need to get the two of us out of here, that much is clear. “Can I buy you lunch?”
“Sure, I’ll take my break now. Give me five, so I can clean up. We can go to the diner across the street.”
* * *
“Why are you here?” Vincent doesn’t pull any punches.
“It’s about Camille,” I launch into my explanation. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed this too, but she feels torn between the two of us.”
Vincent sighs. “I know, but I don’t know what to do about it. Both of us only want what’s best for her.”
“I know, and that’s why I’m here. I have an idea.”
Present day
Vincent
Camille’s expression of surprise makes me doubt our plan for a split second. But no – Jonathan and I talked this through last week, and I remember the conversation vividly.
I shoot Jonathan a glance.
Is he sensing it too – that nothing will ever be the same after this? He nods at me encouragingly, and that’s all I need. I stop in front of Camille and put both my hands on her cheeks. I pull her into me and kiss her. And not just any kiss. Everything I ever felt for her is contained within it. A searing kiss, making clear to Camille just how much I feel for her.
A sense of relief floods me when she slowly opens her mouth for me and the first surprise is wearing off. Camille isn’t used to me exhibiting such public display of affection, and certainly not in the presense of my own brother. My tongue sensually sweeps over hers and I enjoy every moan I evoke from within her. I never thought I’d be turned on by the fact that Jonathan is watching us both, but I am.
I run my hands through Camille’s hair and remove the hairclip holding it up. Her long, brown curls cascade down her shoulders. When I break away from the kiss, a soft sigh escapes her lips. She doesn’t have much time to catch her breath, though, because Jonathan turns her around and presses his mouth to hers.
Without thinking, I stand behind her, so close that I’m sure she can feel my erection pressing against her butt. Putting my hands onto her shoulders, I slide away her hair, exposing her neck to my slow kisses. I run my mouth from the hollow of her neck to her earlobe. Her heart is beating frantically in her throat and I’m sure she’s just as turned on as I am. When I softly bite her earlobe, her knees buckle. Jonathan breaks away from the kiss and is just in time to catch her.
“Time to move this to the bedroom,” he says huskily.
He lifts Camille up in his arms and takes her to the bedroom. I follow him and close the door behind us. When I turn around, I see Jonathan’s sitting down on the bed with Camille on his lap. He caresses her body while slowly unbuttoning her dress.
I kneel down in front of her and Camille follows my every movement with her eyes.
“How about Vincent making you come with just his mouth while I touch your breasts?” Jonathan whispers.
Camille shudders with lust, and although I never thought I’d like this kind of thing, his erotic words have an effect on me too. Camille looks from me to Jonathan and back. I can see her letting go of her trepidation, giving in to her feelings for both of us when she slowly nods.
“No, that’s not good enough, Camille,” Jonathan insists. “I want to hear you say it.”
He holds up her face by her chin, forcing her to look at me. I see how she swallows, summoning the courage to talk to me like that with him in the same room.
“I want... you to lick me, make me come with just your tongue,” she says, her eyes locked with mine. “Please.”
Jonathan pulls one of the cups of her bra down, exposing her left breast. He takes her nipple between his thumb and index finger and rolls it until it’s hard. “Good girl.”
Jonathan lets go of Camille’s breast, sliding his hand down her belly and between her legs. He opens them wide for me. Her dress rides up and the scent of her arousal welcomes me. I can no longer contain myself and lean in to kiss her most intimate spot. She’s so turned on – I can feel it through the lace of her panties.
“Fuck... you’re so wet, Camille.”
She moans loudly. When I look up, I see that Jonathan has released her other breast from the bra too and he’s giving it the same treatment as the left one.
I interpret this as my starting signal and tug her panties aside.
The first sweep of my tongue makes her hips buck up, looking for more traction. Jonathan doesn’t miss a beat and pulls her down onto his lap again.
“He’ll give you what you want,” he reassures her. “We’re not going anywhere until we’ve completely worn you out.”
Camille is now lying against Jonathan’s chest and he’s caressing her breasts. My tongue dances over her klit. I know Camille will need more than just my tongue, so I playfully rub my finger over her opening.
She moans and thrusts against me even more. Bit by bit, I slip my finger inside of her while my tongue keeps teasing her. Just a second more and she’ll tumble over the edge.
I look up and see Jonathan watching me as I please Camille. He gives me a brief nod. I now use two fingers to enter her. Jonathan pinches her nipples and Camille cries out in ecstacy.
Present day
Camille
I‘m still not sure what the hell just happened, but one thing’s for sure: I have never been this turned on in my life. So many sensations are washing over me, touching me in so many places inside my body, that I don’t know what to focus on first.
After my orgasm, Jonathan lifts me up and carefully lays me down on the bed. I prop myself up on my elbows and see Jonathan and Vincent staring at me from the side of the bed. Eventually, Jonathan’s the first one to get undressed. He pulls his shirt over his head and his naked, muscular chest is there for me to see in all its glory. He’s still covered with tattoos and sporting that nipple piercing that makes my mouth water.
Vincent follows suit and takes off his shirt too. My gaze lands on him. He may not be tattooed like his brother, but his muscles equal Jonathan’s. After he takes off his shirt, he kicks off his shoes, pants and underwear. Jonathan does the same. And then there are two handsome, stark-naked guys standing next to my bed. It feels like I died and went to heaven, because oh my God, they both look so sexy!
“I think one of us is still wearing too much,” Jonathan comments.
Vincent’s gaze lands on me. “You know what, you’re right. Let’s take care of that.”
Vincent grabs me by the knees and pulls me forward until I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. My dress rides up and he uses the opportunity to pull it over my head and take it off. Now I’m lying in front of them in just my underwear. I feel two pairs of eyes taking me in from top to bottom.
It feels like every fibre in my body is coming alive. The way I climaxed just now was more powerful than anything I’ve ever experienced, but I already know from the way they look at me that they have even more in store for me.
After the stress of the past few days, I decide to just go with it. Enjoy myself. I can save my questions for later. Just for once in my life I want to act first and think later, damn the consequences. Because I’m sure there will be consequences.
“I don’t know what you expect of me,” I say shyly.
“Just leave that to us. All you need to do is enjoy yourself,” Jonathan replies.
He sits down next to me and rubs my bottom lip with his thumb. His nose touches my earlobe as he breathes warmly in my neck. “Open your mouth, Camille. I want you to suck on my thumb like you’ll suck Vincent’s dick when he puts it in your mouth next. And I want you to look at Vincent while you’re doing it. You think you can do that for us, Camille?”
Holy hell, I think my panties just evaporated.
Vincent’s eyes follow Jonathan’s every move. His thumb gently presses down on my bottom lip and I open my mouth, sucking his thumb eagerly. My eyes are riveted on Vincent’s face the entire time. His eyes widen and I see him grab hold of himself, masturbating in front of me.
“Always such a good girl,” Vincent says huskily.
His comment gives me pause. So he thinks I’m always good? I decide to show him my bad side. With Jonathan’s thumb still lodged in my mouth and Vincent’s gaze still on me, I bite Jonathan’s thumb.
It evokes a grunt from both men simultaneously. Jonathan leans into me and whispers in my ear: “You’re gonna regret that.”
Lust burns through my veins. I feel like my entire body is on fire. Jonathan shoves me forward so I land on my hands and knees. Vincent takes another step forward, bringing his length close to my face. I feel the mattress buckle under the weight of Jonathan sitting down behind me. His hands slide over my back and ass. He slaps my butt and I jolt forward.
Vincent uses that to his advantage. He catches me and his penis strokes my lips. I open my mouth and take him in bit by bit. Vincent grabs my hair and pushes himself all the way in. He must be really turned on, because he’s normally never t
his rough with me. He’s always careful around me, which makes his behavior all the more a turn-on for me now. I’m happy he’s allowing himself to let go, too.
He grunts and looks up at Jonathan. “I hope for you that her pussy is going to feel just as good as her mouth.”
Jonathan laughs, positioning himself behind me and in front of my opening. “I’m sure of it.”
After saying those words, he takes me with one deep thrust, pushing me forward even more. Vincent and Jonathan moan at the same time and it makes me feel strangely powerful. Sure, they’re in control, but I have them both under my spell. Seeing them enjoying me so much gives me an invincible feeling.
Jonathan starts to slowly pump in and out of me. All kinds of sensations war for precedence inside me. I lick Vincent’s length and try to give him the same amount of pleasure I’m experiencing right now. I pull back and he lets me take control just for a little while. I lick him again and moan as the first drop of precum glistens on the head of his penis. I tease him until he frantically grabs my hair again, plunging his cock into my mouth once more.
“Oh, Camille, this feels fantastic.”
I love the fact that he’s being a little rough with me. Normally speaking he’s always loving and tender, but I kind of like this side of him. My head bobs up and down and I can feel him growing in my mouth. After all these years I know how he likes it, and I lift my hand to wrap it around the base of his cock. When my hand and mouth move in unison, he comes in my mouth, grunting violently.
Only when he’s fully done do I let go of him. With a blissful smile on his face he watches me and Jonathan.
Jonathan must have enjoyed the scenery, because he’s picking up the pace. “You know, I think Camille is in a naughty mood tonight. You think we can handle that, Vincent?”
“You bet.”
As soon as Vincent’s uttered those words, Jonathan pulls me upright. I protest for a moment, then give him what he wants. My back is touching his muscular chest and it feels divine. Jonathan’s still deep inside me and he slowly starts to move again.
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