Between Brothers

How to Catch a Mouse

Christopher

I beat the f*****g clock again, this is getting ridiculous. 

Sitting on the side of the bed I stare at the silhouette of Kayleigh in the moonlight, she truly is beautiful. I don’t deserve her, she’s been too good to me. Over the years she’s been the only one by my side, defending me against myself when the only option I thought I had was suicide. 

We’ve been married for five years, I always say this is the year we’ll end this charade and move on as friends but it just never happens. I can’t stand that look on her face when we talk about it, talk about leaving this behind and going our separate ways. She wants more and I don’t, at least I don’t with her. I want to fix things with Tara, I want MY Tara. 

I know I probably sound like an asshole but she’s all I thought about over the years. I know I don’t deserve another chance but I feel like it was stolen from me the first time. I never got the chance to tell her how I felt about her, how she saved me then. I never got to truly make her mine, I’m left here with a world of regret and mistakes that need to be corrected. 

Hearing her say she’s engaged to Daniel of all people, it hurt. I want nothing more than to crack his f*****g face open and take her back, but that would be wrong right? 

I shake my head and climb out of the bed, there’s nothing I can do about any of this mess now. 

Taking one last peek at Kayleigh, I walk out of the room to take a shower. Hot water puts me at peace, the night before we argued about us having a family. She knows this isn’t my goal, not with her but she gets mad at me every time I say it. 

It’s 5 AM and I already need a drink. 

I finish up with the shower and leave before she can start again. I'd really like to see Tara and not feel like a bad guy about it. 

Heading to the office I decide to text Tara, see if she’s awake.

Me: Tare Bear

Tara: Asshole!

Me: Ouch! But yay, you’re awake!

Tara: What the hell do you want?

Me: We need to talk.

Tara: Nope

Me: Ok, I’ll see you at 10.

Tara: No

Me: 11

Tara: No

Me: Either you come to the office and talk to me, or I come to you and be on my WORST behavior.

Tara: You wouldn’t dare!

Me: Wouldn’t I?

Tara: Fine! I’ll be there at 10, then I’m leaving. No tricks, NO s*x!

Me: Well that cuts the meeting down to a bare minimum. 

The fact she’s agreeing to see me is all I need. 

I walk into the office to find Tory waiting inside already, I think he hates me but I sign his paychecks so he pretends. I like him because he doesn’t kiss my ass to get along, he really is just himself. 

“Tory, you’ve missed me” I say with a smirk on my face, I await his smartass response but it doesn’t come. He looks at me seriously and upset, oh s**t!

“What's wrong Tore?”

“Chris, you’re a menace”

“Why thank you!”

“You bought out the Taylor Limited Corp and demolished it to the bare bones”

“Your point?” I stop rummaging through my desk to look at him, I wonder what his point is.

“That was a family owned business d**k, you couldn’t have left them alone”

“Nope! They may seem harmless but they are a threat to the inner moldings of this business, within two years they would’ve come for my head and I cannot have that. Hit them while they're down and keep them out!”

“I hate you, you money hungry asshole”

“Do you like your job?” I say, raising my eyebrow, watching his body language and seeing how uncomfortable he’s just gotten. I smirk knowing that he in fact does like his job, because he can’t get paid damn near one hundred thousand dollars for sitting on f*****g f*******: all day. Little imp has the nerve to f*****g question my business decision, when I found him he had no experience doing anything but sucking d**k. Only reason I hired him is because he was f*****g the owner of Taylor Limited Corporation and was about to get dropped on his ass because the owners wife found out. 

“I do. I’m just saying, you didn’t have to close it out. You could’ve rebranded.”

“Hmmm, I could have. I didn’t want to but I surely could have. Now, if you’re done throwing a b***h fit can we move on.”

“You have five meetings today. Your suits are in the closet and the contract you wanted drawn up is done, I think it’s stupid but it’s done.”

“I didn’t ask your opinion and thanks. Now get the f**k out before I fire you”

He quickly exits the office and disappears from my range of throttle. Stupid kid. 

Changing into my favorite suit, Black on Black with pinstripes. I brush my hair back using a dollop of pomade to keep it that way, I look in the mirror. I look good. In the words of Jay from Jay and Silent Bob “Would you f**k me? Because I’d f**k me”. 

Leaving the antics in my office I head to my first meeting, I hate that I have to go otherwise morale goes down 5%. Morale? Are you kidding me? Morale should go up every time their f*****g Christmas bonus exceeds a million dollars but I guess that’s just me. 

I’ve been staring at the clock it’s 9:55 AM, I need to get the f**k out of this meeting. If I miss her because Brenda won’t stop chattering about her new baby, I will fire the whole damn building. I quickly excuse myself and head back to my office, knowing I’m cutting it close. 

I see her, she’s wearing a yellow sun dress. Just like the one she used to wear when we were dating, just reminds me of how beautiful she is. Her curly hair is still wild and everywhere, though she does try to contain it with a yellow headband. Never works! I chuckle to myself, soaking in her beauty as I approach Tory’s desk where they seem to be having a dispute. 

“I’m telling you the asshole told me to come”

“I’m sorry, Miss Lewis was it. You’re not on his schedule and he’s currently in a meeting.”

“UGH! I hate all of you MEN, gay or not”

“What’s going on here?” I say from behind her, I can see her tense up and then slightly relax. 

“Sorry, Mr. Blane. But, she says she was told to be here. There’s no notes”

“I know. This is a private meeting, do me a favor… Cancel all of my meetings for the rest of the day and go home for the day”

“Really?” Tory asks, rolling his eyes at Tara. I really should fire his ass, but this is too funny. 

“Hurry up”

I place my hand on the small of Taras back and guide her into my office, shutting and locking the door behind us. She storms in, sandals slapping loudly as she makes her way to my desk. I’m glad I bought these heavy redwood doors, because I’m sure she’ll yell and I don’t need the entire building hearing it. 

“I’m gonna be straightforward, I need you to take over the financials department. I think the little twits I’ve hired are funneling money out and I need someone I trust to prove it.”

“Mmhmm, so hire Derrick”

“I don’t know Derrick! I know you, so will you take the job or not?”

“Not”

“Tare Bear, please.” I clasp my hands together as if I’m begging.

“Why should I f*****g help you?” I step close to her, she smells like honeysuckle and lavender. I want to touch her, hold her, f**k her. But I can’t, I know that as much as I want to I will be met with resistance. Her anger towards me is unbearable. 

“Because, you quit your job. You need work, correct?” I say, trying to clear the urge to touch her.

“Aren’t you co-paying for your wedding to Daniel?”. I watch her shift, I can almost see the pot boiling over with rage.

“You’re the reason I quit my job! Because I HATE YOU!”

“See you say hate and I hear someone who loves me but is too blinded by lies and anger to admit it” I hear a slight sigh escape her full lips and I know I got her. I got her where I wanted her. 

“What do you want from me Christopher? Want me to say I still love you? We both know the answer. Want me to say I’ll take the job? Fine.”

I pull her into my embrace, wrapping my arms around her. Being this close, after all these years. Yes, we kissed in the elevator but this… this is the love of my life. She leans into me and I finally feel at peace but it can’t stay this way forever, I have to make her mine.

“Why don’t we go to dinner tonight and discuss this?” 

She steps out of my reach and turns to look at me, her cheeks wet with tears.

“I have plans” 

“With?”

“None of your business Christopher. “

“Ok. I’ll forward you the paperwork later today, I have a few things to do today.”

“Whatever, I have to… I have to go.” She mutters as she storms out of my office, I hate for her to go but I love to watch her leave. That ass hasn’t changed.

I text my mother to ask her what she was doing for dinner, and bingo she’s having dinner with my brother. Before she can ask what I’m doing, I end the conversation. I make a trip to the b***h who ruined my f*****g life, Gloria Lewis. 

Gloria, the wonderful witch who pretends to be my mothers best friend all while f*****g her friend’s son. While I have to admit f*****g her while I spent my days drunk and angry and inside of her velvet p***y was fun. After I decided to get my s**t together and stop drinking, I quit being her f**k toy she became very, well possessive. She called me daily, came past the work sites and drove me crazy. 

I knock on the door knowing she’s home, she doesn’t do anything but collect checks from everyone she meets. She comes to the door, she hasn’t f*****g changed.

“Christopher, sweetie. It’s so nice of you to visit”

“I bet Gloria, let me in”

“Of course,” She says, stepping to the side. I brushed past her and found myself shuttering at the thought of roaming these halls, the memories rushing back of s****l rampants I once had with her. God, I was stupid. 

I step into the library, probably the only place in the entire house I haven’t defiled in some way with her or Tara. 

“Gloria, you’ve been calling my phone non-stop for the past few days. What do you want?”

“Well, I heard you were in town and I wanted to make sure our agreement stood” She says, sitting on the couch laying herself out like a cheap w***e. 

“What deal is that?” I say sitting in the chair across from her, all part of a demented power play. 

“The one where I don’t kill you and Tara as long as you leave her the hell alone.”

“That was and is past tense sweetie. I no longer answer to you and I took over for the ones you intended to have kill me”

“I’ll do it myself”

“You should do it yourself, kill yourself that is. You’re pathetic! All of this because I stopped being your f**k boy, you really should move on. I never want to see or deal with you again, the past is staying there!”

“Except for the relationship with my daughter?” Her dry lips creeping into a smirk, I hate the wrinkles in her face that move when she speaks. It makes my skin crawl of how foolish I was to have even tried with her, I should’ve left it alone.

“You know very well how I feel about Tara, and I will never move on from that.”

The smile on her face grows sour, just like oranges past their expiration date. She maneuvers to sway towards me, placing her rancid body on me and my clean suit. I hate that I’m getting an erection from this but she’s not as ugly as I wish she was. I run my hand up her thigh to her neck, slowly closing the grip until I feel her flailing for air. 

“I hate your existence, you’re worse than herpes. I wish I never met you but I will thank you for birthing the love of my life, now if you don’t mind getting your disgusting p***y off my three thousand dollar suit. I have somewhere to be.” Letting her go and watching her fall to the floor, I stepped over her and left. 

I make my way home, finding Kayleigh roaming around in her underwear. I need her to get f*****g dressed, I have dinner plans to crash. 

“Kay, can you come with me to dinner?”

“Why?”

“Because I asked you to”

“I see, let me guess the famous Miss Tara will be there?”

“The one and only. Now, get dressed so we can leave within the hour.”

“Fine, I guess a nice dinner will be worth it.”

We left the house with more than enough time to arrive fashionably late. I can see them from the waiting room settling into their seats. Kayleigh and I slowly approach the table, mother of course goes ballistic. Tara stares at me, eyes like daggers. I know she’s going to kill me but this is too much fun. 

“You’re here! I heard you were in town but I figured you’d taken off again.” My mom says between kisses all over my face. 

“Well, I figured I’d crash dinner and enjoy a meal with family” I say taking my seat directly across from Tara, I know that this is wrong but she’s beautiful in her white dress. The way it hugs her figure is making my pants uncomfortable, I need release… I need her.

“Honey, you remember little Tara don’t you?” The sound of my mothers voice, she sounds daring. As if she remembers more than we give her credit for, I almost want to laugh at her attempt to pretend. 

“Ah, I think I ran into little Tara the other day. She works for a Financial Company right?”

“I believe so, don’t you Tara?”

“Mmhmm” She’s biting her tongue. I watch her peer at me over the glass of white wine she’s sipping, it feels like we're the only two sitting here because I can’t turn away. The rest of the table was engulfed in conversation. 

The night drags on and her glass never stays empty, she’s drinking to deal with my being there. I should feel bad but I don’t, I want her to know that I will ALWAYS be there. She abruptly stands, excusing herself from the table to use the bathroom. She’s wobbling, I assume she’s drunk. I watched her enter the bathroom and disappear from sight, what a beautiful sight it was. 

“Sorry about her, she’s been stressing about everything lately.” Daniel says, giving a sob story to excuse her for being drunk. I know he’s lying because the entire time he was speaking, he was staring at me. Is he insinuating that it’s my fault she’s drunk? Stupid moron, if he’d just let go this would be so much f*****g easier. 

I check my phone and see texts from the beloved Tara, she’s drunk texting me in the bathroom. How nice? I refuse to respond sitting here with them, with Daniel staring at me. I see her stumble out of the bathroom, stalking slowly towards us and I stand to offer her my help. 

“You’re drunk little one” I whisper in her ear, the coo that she offers me let’s me know I’m right. I think it’s time for her to go home, she’s clearly done for the night. I turn to the table still holding her up and I offer to take her home, no one complains but the eyes of Kayleigh and Daniel follow us as we leave the area. 

I sit her in the car and quickly climb in, speeding down the road to get her home in bed. 

“You think you’re so chivalrous huh?” She mutters from her seat, wiggling to get free of the seatbelt I used to strap her in. 

“I think you’re drunk and you need to go to bed” I say, chuckling because we’ve been down this road before. 

“I think you’re an asshole who wants to get laid”

“I could f**k anyone sweetie, yet I’m here trying to put you in bed.”

She finally fumbles the seatbelt off and wiggles closer to my side of the car, her fingers dance across my stretched arm up to my neck tickling the muscles that dare to be shown. The slight touch of her fingertips are sending signals straight to my groin, asking him to wake up and join the party. She leans over and kisses my cheek, leaving a light trail of kisses over to my ear where she nibbles on my lobe. I need to pull over before she causes us to crash into the river beside us. 

I pull into the empty lot near the riverbank and place the car into park. Turning to look at her and I see her pulling her dress up, wrinkling the beautiful silhouette it once created. She climbs over the center console and lands on my lap, I can feel her warm p***y grinding on my now hardened length. A groan escapes my lips and I can’t help but grab her ass and squeeze, pulling her closer to me causing her to moan. She’s even better than I remember.

“What are you doing Tara? Aren’t you engaged to Daniel?”

“Mmmhmm, but right now I’m here with you and I’m so damn horny.”

“You’re not as drunk as everyone thinks are you?”

“Nope” She hisses as she grinds her thick hips down, begging for me to take her right here. Her hands gracefully rub my shoulders and neck, egging me on. 

“If we do this there’s no going back, you’re admitting that you’re MINE!”

“We both know I’m yours, but there’s something you need to know… There’s two others that claim me as well”

Before I can try to object, she’s pulling my d**k out of it’s encasement of my underwear and lowering herself down onto me. Slipping me into the velvety walls of her p***y, I couldn’t deny this feeling even if I wanted to. She’s rocking back and forth, grinding her hips down and causing me to groan louder. Her moans filling my ears like a beautiful melody, I move my pelvis to match her movements. I can feel the proverbial pot boiling over as I run my hands up her thighs, squeezing and making her groan. I can feel her crushing my c**k under the pressure, I can feel her squeezing me and pulling me in further as she cums. Her juices running down my length gives me the lubrication I need to take over. 

I wrap my arms around her and hold her in place, driving my c**k in and out of her tight velvet pocket. I know the best way to get what I need is to tell her how dirty she is, she always loved that. 

“Whose daddy’s dirty girl?” I say as I fill her with all 10 inches of me. I pull her closer to me, holding her close. Her scent is intoxicating and it’s mixing with the smell of our s*x, it’s filling the car and making this even better. Before long I can feel this coming to a close.

“You’ve always been mine! You are mine! No one else’s you hear me” I growl into her ear, she moans loudly submitting herself to me and I c*m. Filling her with what I swear is 7 years worth of c*m, it’s mixing with her juices and running down her thighs. Out of breath to move, we sit wrapped in each other's embrace. Just like we used to do, I missed this the most. 

SHE IS MINE!

And now that I’ve gotten to taste her again, I will never let her forget it.