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Brothers ~ Oscar & Cesar ~ Part 2

Another scary part in the movie happened, and my instinct was to grasp on to Oscar. I awkwardly looked up at him and blushed. I let go of him and mumbled an embarrassed "sorry". Oscar smiled and looked down at me.

"It's okay, Y/N. I liked it." He said.

He liked it?

Oscar's hand moved to to my head as he brushed my hair away from my face. I blushed again.

"I'm making you blush?" Oscar smirked.

"I-I just..." I couldn't find words, I was taken back by Oscar's actions.

What was I doing? I was cuddled up next to Oscar, blushing while he played with my hair.

This is my boyfriends brother.

It's not okay to be doing this.

While I was lost in thought, his sparkling brown eyes met with mine.

"So, you really aren't my brother's girl?" Oscar asked, still playing with my hair.

His brother.

Cesar.

I was Cesar's girl.

But was I really?

I mean, he clearly didn't want me, or else he wouldn't have started talking to Monse about getting back together.

I was so hurt, and I was at the point where I didn't care if Cesar was hurt or not.

"I'm not Cesar's girl. We really are just friends." I replied to Oscar.

He smiled.

"Good, because you're really beautiful." Oscar said.

Before I could reply, Oscar had locked his lips with mine.

At first, I kissed back. His plump, warm lips felt so good.

But then I pulled away.

Oscar looked confused.

"Lo siento. Are you alright? I didn't mean to-" Oscar started.

"No, you did nothing wrong. You're a really good kisser." I smiled.

Oscar smirked at me.

"What's up, then?" He asked.

"I don't know, I'm just not feeling too good about this." I replied.

"Well, mami, let me make you feel better." Oscar said, connecting our lips again.

This time, I let all of my worries about Cesar go. He was the one who was going to leave me anyways.

Oscar pulled me on top of him.

He ran his hands through my hair as our kissing became more passionate.

He moved his big lips to my neck, leaving soft kisses on me.

I ran my hand over his shaved head.

"Y/N..." Oscar groaned.

I moved down and started kissing around his shoulders.

He let out a shaky breath and took off his shirt.

"Mami..." he moaned as I kissed his chest.

Soon enough, Oscar had me underneath him, kissing me passionately.

He slowly moved his hands up my shirt, feeling my breasts.

I couldn't help but let out a small moan. I was instantly embarrassed, and Oscar could tell.