Per my usual Loving Wives stories, there is basically no sex in this one. Be warned, this is a BTB. Actually, it is a Nuke the Family story. There is ZERO incest in this story. Not a singe family member engages in any sexual situation with each other. Yes, I did my normal in including a bit of lesbian and some BDSM in the revenge aspect, but I just can't help myself on that. If that offends you, swipe left now. While there is coercion towards the end, the bitch does consent.
My apologies to Soul for any similarities to the beginning of his story
Betrayed
. That is an awesome story, BTW, and I strongly recommend reading it. It's one of my favorites, and he is one of my favorite authors. In my defense, there are several other stories out there where one brother comes home to find his wife boffing his brother in the marital bed.
OK, Fiction, not real, product of my warped imagination, not really realistic, legally probably inaccurate, Self-edit, characters react stupidly, I'm a horrible author and should delete everything and just stick to reading. There are probably a lot of other inane criticisms that will be thrown my way. I write what interests me at the time. I do not try to please everyone. Don't like this one? Try another one of my stories. I have several different types. Don't like any of them? Skip them and read someone else's work.
The Middle Child
It was brutally cold that November day. It didn't help that Sam was suffering from a bad cold. He was absolutely miserable. Compounding the issue was that he had to work outside in the cold. Sure, he could have stayed home and called in sick like so many others, but that had never been his way. It was his family's company, and he had always given everything he had in everything that he did. He had heard one time someone say, 'If it is worth doing, it is worth doing 100%'. He never called in sick unless he physically could not get there. That only happened twice. Both times it was because he had been in the hospital. Sucking it up, he went back to managing the crew he was with.
At 10 o'clock, he felt his body beginning to give out. He realized that he simply could no longer go on. Arturo, his foreman took one look and practically forced him into his truck. "Go home, Samuel. You are no good to us right now, and you will end up getting the whole crew sick."
That is how Sam found himself sitting in his truck parked in the street in front of his house 20-minutes later. He had parked on the street, because he had come home to find his brother's truck in his driveway. That was odd for three reasons. First off, his brother was supposed to be at work. Second, Jimmy had no real business being at Sam's house without Sam being there. Third, the reason that Sam was out with the crew in the first place was because he was covering for Jimmy who supposedly was in the next town over meeting with a prospective client. Of all the possible reasons for Jimmy's truck to be in his driveway at that time, Sam couldn't think of a single on that would be acceptable.
"OH, God yes, Jimmy! Fuck my ass!" Came Camile's voice through the open bedroom door. Thus, Sam's suspicion was confirmed.
'Fucking bitch! Never let me have her ass.' Sam thought as he moved his phone on video mode to the open doorway. 'Jimmy has me covering for his ass so he can tap my wife's ass? Let's see how he likes it when I kick his ass!'
Neither of the prone copulators noticed the figure silently moving into the room to stand at the foot of the bed. Waiting through three strokes to get the timing down perfectly, Sam struck. Jimmy's universe changed in an instant. From utter pleasure as his dick plowed his brother's wife's ass to unimaginable agony as his testicles were crushed by an unknown force. Camile noticed the sudden forceful entry of Jimmy's dick as he involuntarily thrust forward with superhuman force as he attempted to retreat from the agonizing pain, he instantly felt himself in.
The next surprise for Camile was feeling her lover rapidly and forcefully disengage from her body. Turning to where she felt her lover moving to, she was surprised to see the anguish in his eyes as he disappeared over the side of the bed. Looking back, terror gripped her as she saw the mask of rage in her husband's face.
Sam managed to get control of himself as he rounded the bed to see his older brother curled up on the floor in agony. He realized that any further retribution at that point might land him in jail. For Jimmy's part, he was terrified. He knew that he had a less than zero chance against his younger brother. Even if it had been fair and straight up, Sam would tear him apart. He remembered back to Thanksgiving two years ago. Jimmy, being the older brother, had always been able to handle Sam. Unfortunately, Jimmy had gone a bit soft with working mainly at a desk. Sam, however, preferred being outside with the crews and helping with the construction. Thus, Sam had gained a lot of strength, while Jimmy had lost some. Jimmy had always loved ribbing Sam about how being older, Jimmy would always be able to handle his little brother. That day, Sam had issued a challenge to his older brother -- right in front of Jimmy's wife. An arm-wrestling challenge. Jimmy, thinking it was funny that Sam had actually challenged his older brother, let his overconfidence guide him. "OK, Time to show my little brother who is boss again." Jimmy smirked to his wife. Jimmy and Sam moved to the table and set themselves.
"Oh, shit." Jimmy muttered at the 'GO'. Try as he might, Jimmy could not budge Sam off center. Sam just sat there and smirked. Biceps bulged, but Jimmy knew that Sam was not giving his all. He looked at Sam's face and saw that Sam was simply playing with him. Jimmy saw that he was about to be thoroughly humiliated in front of his wife and the entire family. He saw in Sam's eyes all the humiliation and bullying that he had done to his younger brother. He saw that Sam enjoying this little payback. Sam even went so far as to push Jimmy's arm down halfway and check his watch before bringing it back to neutral position. The humiliation was complete when Sam yawned in boredom as he took Jimmy's hand to the table with little effort.
Jimmy swore revenge after that. True, Jimmy had deserved what he got. He had picked on his little brother all his life, but Jimmy was basically a bully. No slight could go unpunished. Jimmy was divorced before the next Thanksgiving. His wife had hired a PI and caught Jimmy in an affair. Six months later, Camile and Sam were married.
OK, so I should probably give some info on my family. My father, Jacob, started his own construction company when I was 3-years old. He set it up as a corporation, but all the shares were held by family members. My mom, Evelyn, started out as the bookkeeper. I had one older brother, Jimmy, who I introduced earlier, and a younger sister, Stephanie, or Steph as she preferred. We were happy, for the most part. My parents loved us, and we loved each other. Jimmy was kind of a bully and rarely failed to take the opportunity to lord his position as the older brother over me. Steph was the baby of the family. She was not only the youngest, but a girl as well. Of course, my parents spoiled her. To me, she was a bitch.
So, my older brother was the heir apparent, and my sister was the spoiled brat. I was the middle child. Sure, my parents loved me, and I loved them. They really didn't have a favorite. At least, I'm sure that they didn't think so, but my older brother was still the heir apparent, and my younger sister was the baby of the family. I was -- the middle child. Sibling wise, my brother was the older brother, and always made sure that I knew that. My younger sister seemed to view me as sightly more than an inherited useful servant. I'm sure that my parents didn't realize what they were doing when they demanded that I give her rides after I got my driver's license. Never mind that I didn't get the same benefits when my older brother got his drivers license.
So, I understand that the above paragraph will seem that I am whining or feeling sorry for myself. That is not the case. It is simple facts. I knew who I was, and what the situation was. Don't go getting mad at my parents -- yet. This is just the way things worked. Everyone has a place in the family. I was the middle child. I grew to understand that. My older brother would take over the business. That's the way things work. My baby sister would be taken care of. That was the way things worked. I was the middle child. I would have to make my own way.
