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Siblings

By: ToothpickCharlie



1. The Funeral

The sky was grey, dull, depressing. It always was on these occasions. Harry Price stood tall and stiff in the miserable, damp, cold of the November day. His mood was as bleak as the weather. They were burying his father. A miserable old man who'd only had eyes for his elder daughter, Margaret Lever, nee Price. Stood beside their brother, Simon, swathed in an all enveloping overcoat, she cut a commanding figure. The priest donned on, reading from the old prayer book with as much feeling as if he was reciting a railway timetable. Harry looked at his younger sister, Carol, but her features were indistinguishable behind the heavy black veil. She ought to be crying for joy thought Harry. Apart from the grave digger and the two employees of the funeral parlour some distance away, they were the only figures around the box. None of the grand children, nor any of the cousins had bothered to turn up. It was a forlorn, desolate, pathetic affair. Harry had had to ask the grave digger to act as pall bearer.

The priest finished and both Carol and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. It was over, they could leave this depressing scene. They parted from Simon and Margaret after a desultory sprinkling of insincere platitudes. Neither pair wanted the company of the other, but neither wanted to be seen to be anything other than a loving family. They made their excuses and parted. They would see each other again soon enough. The will was being read that afternoon. Simon had seen no point in messing about. If there was any money coming his way, he wanted it as soon as possible. His lecturer's pay never stretched far enough. After passing a pub lunch in total silence, Carol and Harry made their way to the solicitor's office. It was like the funeral itself, instead of a priest droning out the service for the dead, this time there was a solicitor droning out the platitudes of father's will. Both Harry and Carol sat lost in their memories, wishing that the old legal eagle would get on with it. Harry was bored, he knew he wasn't going to get anything. Carol had had an attack of conscience all morning and Simon and Margaret couldn't wait to get their hands on the loot.

Carol had been divorced some time ago and had spent the last three years living with father. The old man had become demanding and tyrannical. Before she realised it, he'd turned her into a skivvy and a drudge. The old man's unpleasantness had served to bring Harry and his sister together in adversity, even closer than when they were children. After his divorce, Harry had gone to live in digs with a one-bar electric fire and a grasping old land lady. He'd helped Carol out with the old man over the last couple of years, and as the demands made by the old man escalated so he increased his contribution. Father had been so obnoxious that even the land lady had been preferable to living with the old man. But in the end he'd moved in. He had to. It had just got too much for Carol, she'd been close to a nervous breakdown. He knew it was down to him. There wouldn't be any help from Margaret and Simon. They had families and couldn’t spare the time. In fact they had so little time that they never showed their faces from one month to the next. They never tired of pointing out that Harry and Carol were single and could be responsible for the old despot.

Harry had been able to take over the more onerous duties like carrying the old man back and forth to the loo. Carol had finally been able to get some time on her own. They took turns to see to the old man at night so that each could get some rest. The old man's tyranny brought brother and sister closer together than they’d been since childhood. Not that they'd ever been estranged. Marriage had pulled them apart, but only temporarily. Now that they were both divorced and once more subject to the old man's oppression, they rediscovered in each other what it was they had liked and loved as childhood siblings. Carol had been able to indulge her love of ballroom dancing as the load was lightened and her brother stood up to the old man and curbed his demands.

“You won't be going anywhere, Carol my girl!” said the old man one night not long after Harry had moved in. “Dancing at your age! Sheer vanity! Bodily pride and lust! That’s all it is! Look at you. Mutton dressed up as lamb! Act your age woman. You're a fat middle aged . . .” The old man didn't finish his diatribe.

Harry looked up from his newspaper. He looked at his father and quietly said, “Shut up dad. If Carol wants to go dancing then she will go dancing.”

“Who do you think you are to tell ME to shut up?!” retorted the old man, meeting this flank attack with his usual vigour and aggression.

“Your son.” replied Harry without raising his voice. “You will keep your absurd and insulting thoughts to yourself. In case you'd forgotten, Carol is your daughter.”

“Aye, and she'll no mind some plain speaking from her father!”

“'Not plain speaking, dad. Just insufferable rudeness.”

“How dare you speak to me like that! Show some respect!”

“Respect has to be earned, and you've not earned any in a long, long time dad. Your account's in the red.”

“Well if you've no respect, laddie, why do ye hang around? Just waiting for the share out after I pass on!”

Harry sighed, “No dad, I hang around to protect Carol from you. I don't need or want your money. As far as I'm concerned you can take it with you!” The old curmudgeon was getting to him - as usual his patience wore thin very quickly when tested by his father's malice.

“Aye, well ye can pack your bags and go if that's all there is to it.” said the old man airily.

“If I go, Carol goes.” said Harry through clenched teeth. “In fact we'll both be going out tonight, so you can chew it over. Make your decision father. Make and effort to be pleasant and we'll both stay, or we're both off.”

“How could you both go!” shouted the old man, suddenly afraid, “You've nae money.”

“Enough, father, more than enough!” smiled Harry with a malicious smile of his own.

“Then I'll charge ye rent!” countered the old man in desperation.

“Then we're certain to go. And if we both go, you'll have to hire a nurse! That'll make a pretty dent in that fortune you're always bragging about.” With that parting shot, Harry left the old man in an apoplectic rage to join Carol in the hall. “Can I tag along Sis? I don't think I can stand the old bugger tonight.”

“Course you can, Harry, don't be silly. It'll be wonderful to go dancing together. You were always my favourite partner.” she said excitedly, and skipped just like a school girl. “Will he be alright?” she added anxiously, not really wanting to hear anything untoward.

“Oh yes, the old man is as strong as a horse.” She smiled, relieved.

Harry's Diary.

Big bust up with the old man tonight. Told him where he can get off. Threatened to take Carol away. Left him spitting teeth! Ha! About bloody time too! Went dancing with Sis. Bit rusty, but it soon came back to me with a bit of help from Carol. I have to record it here, I can't say it anywhere else, but Sis is a very attractive woman. Five foot six, an hour glass figure, and very shapely pins. Dancer’s legs! Strong, well muscled! God, but I enjoyed writing that. Gave me an opportunity to savour the picture of her in my mind. Naughty! I mean, Carol was always Sis. I mean you're just not supposed to think like that about sisters! But then I always did think about her like that! Tonight on the dance floor with the lights down low, I remembered how it used to be when we were teenagers and I have to admit I was turned on. The brush of her breasts (and what a pair! To coin a phrase, Fucking A!) against my chest, the press of her arm on mine, her scent, her own smell, my God, but it was heady stuff! The brush of her thighs against mine! Old Percy hasn't been so aroused for years. Maybe its just the abstinence since Pam and I split up. No, it certainly isn’t that. I had lots of abstinence before Pam and I split up!. Most disturbing. I must stop thinking about her. But as an afterthought, I have to record that it will be difficult if not impossible.

But Harry couldn't stop thinking about Sis. That night, for the first time in a long time, he masturbated. And the first time since he'd been a callow teenager, he masturbated with the image of his sister in his mind. No matter how hard he tried to change it, the image of Carol stayed firmed fixed in his mind's eye. He tried to replace her image with his ideal woman. A composite made up of the best bits of all the women he'd known and all those he would have liked to have known. He'd tried to substitute Mrs Chaudri, a voluptuous Indian lady whose accounts were proving so profitable. Then he tried Midge Watson, Deirdre Porter and Cathy Bates. But it was no good, Carol kept her place in his imagination, her sweet oval face framed by the luxuriant wavy brown hair, her full breasts, those round thighs and those wide ample hips and loins. In the end, Harry gave in and luxuriated in his imagination. The climax was shattering, he'd experienced nothing like for years. Later, unable to sleep, Harry padded off to the kitchen and made himself a cup of tea that he spiked with a generous tot of whisky to calm down.

“Couldn't you sleep Harry.” said Carol quietly as she came into the kitchen. She looked at her brother affectionately. Since he'd moved in, he'd made life bearable. Now she could and did go out. Now she had somebody to speak up for her. She didn't have to take the old man's crap any more.

“No, kept tossing and turning. Couldn't settle at all. What about cup of tea?”

“Yes please.” said Carol and sat down while Harry got up and made another cup of Earl Grey tea. “I heard you get up, so I thought I'd join you.”

Harry placed the mug of hot steaming tea in front of his sister. “Ciggie?” asked Harry shaking out a couple of Marlboroughs.

“Cheers.” She put her hand on his as he applied the flame to the end of the cigarette. It was supposed to steady the flame, but all it did was to send such a frisson of excitement through them both. 

They sat in silence, sipping their tea and taking the occasional drag from their cigarettes. “Did you really mean what you said this evening?” asked Carol suddenly, breaking into Harry's thoughts. They weren't very profound, Harry would be the first to admit, but he had been enjoying them immensely. Carol's salmon pink dressing gown wasn't the most alluring garment in the world and she looked for the world like a sack of potatoes tied up with string, yet for Harry, she was the quintessence of earthy sensuality. He felt a stirring in his loins and couldn't help himself from returning to his earlier thoughts.

“Oh, um, what do you mean?” he said, confused.

“About us leaving and living together.” said Carol who had found the idea appealing and yet disturbing at the same time. It had been on her mind all evening. It made her nervous and she hadn't been able to sleep properly. And as if that wasn't enough, dancing with her brother had been such an unexpected pleasure.

“Of course, sister dear, I wouldn't have said it if I hadn't meant it.” Harry said firmly. “We'll do it properly, if you're willing, joint ownership and two mortgages.”

“But I couldn't afford a mortgage.” Carol said sadly.

“No, I'd pay the mortgage, but if its split between us we could get double tax relief!” Harry explained. “No point in paying more than we have to!” he chuckled. “Anyway, it'd serve the old curmudgeon if we did up sticks and set up on our own. He's led you a dog's life. The minute you say the word we'll be off. We don't need his money, I've got more than enough for the both of us.”

“What about dad?”

“What about dad?”

“Who'd look after him?”

“Maybe Margaret and Simon should take a turn!”

“I'd like to, I really would, but no matter how horrible he is, we can't leave him just like that.” Carol sighed wistfully.

“I know.” said Harry, taking her hand in his. How small and delicate it was he thought and for the first time that evening, his guilty feelings were subsumed in a tide of pity and fraternal affection. “But, it wouldn't do to let him know that. He was unsure enough to be angry and frightened tonight.”

They held hands across the table, quiet as they considered the implications of their bargain. “Whatever happens Harry, I shall always be grateful for what you've done since you moved in.”

“Oh, it was nothing.” Harry said depreciatingly, blushing. “Its been a pleasure to look after you.”

“No, Harry, you've transformed my life.” she sniffed, the tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Hear, hear. What’s this. Don't cry princess.” Harry shifted round the table to sit beside his sister and took her in his arms.

“You haven't called me princess since we were teenagers.” she sniffed. “I don't know what I would have done without you.” Carol snuggled up to her brother, reassured by his warmth and solidity. 

That evening marked a watershed for all concerned. The old man changed his tactics completely, becoming a pathetic figure forever soliciting sympathy. He'd been frightened by the all-too-real threat of Harry and Carol packing their bags. His younger son had found and exploited his Achilles Heel with a ruthlessness which he would have admired if he'd not been the target. Moreover, the old man found that Carol was no longer susceptible to his tactics. Harry insulated her and she'd been more than content to let her brother rule the roost. Harry had taken command of the household in a way which was difficult for the old man to fully understand. He never seemed to exercise power and control, yet his word was law. For the first time since he was a boy, the old man found his life controlled and circumscribed and there seemed nothing he could do about it. Even the savoury thought of cutting Harry out of the will had turned to ashes when it dawned on him that his son really didn't care about his money.

Once they'd started dancing, Harry and Carol made a regular thing of it. He never let his work get in the way of the Friday night dancing date with his sister. The Tango became a firm favourite with the both of them. They were happy and contented to play the game, enjoying the mutual sexual stimulation without having to say or do anything about it. They took a simple pleasure in each other's company, rediscovering the things that had made them close as children. For both of them there was the privately acknowledged but unspoken undercurrent of sexual allure. At times they both felt like teenagers once more. There were the snatched glimpses of each other in the bathroom, the double entendres and most of all the laughs. They found that they preferred each other's company and gradually, they did most things together, not only the dancing, but shopping, housework, gardening, and in the summer, swimming. On the face of it, it was a return to a time of innocence. These were the simple pleasures of two good friends, but beneath the surface there ran the undercurrent of forbidden sexuality which they both recognised and controlled by nightly masturbation. They were both skating on thin ice and they knew it. Yet it was fun spiced with a touch of danger, and they didn't care.

The solicitor finished. Margaret and Simon had got the lot. The old man had had the last word. The money went to Margaret and the house to Simon. “When are you two moving out?” Simon said as soon as he heard the bequest. 

“When we've found somewhere to go.” replied Harry somewhat wearily. It had been depressingly inevitable. What he couldn't stand were the self satisfied smug smiles that Margaret and Simon sported. Carol sat silent and white faced, not trusting herself to speak. Harry took her by the elbow, “Come on Princess, lets go.”

But Simon hadn't finished rubbing the salt into the wounds, “When can I come round and take an inventory of the contents?”

“When it's convenient.” was Harry's reply as he guided Carol out of the office. Poor girl, he thought, she must have expected something.

“Have you got a spare key, then?” persisted Simon. “I'd like to get on with it as soon as possible.”

“No.”

“Well, can I come back with you now?”

“No.” said Harry through clenched teeth. He was getting severely pissed off with brother Simon.

“Its my house you know!” Simon blurted out. “I got the right to . . .”

Harry stopped, turned and confronted Simon whom he topped by a good six inches. “Look you little insensitive creep, you may come when its convenient for us. And if you don't shut up, I shall take up squatters' rights and you'll have to spend a pretty penny to get me out.” he said with quiet menace. Simon opened his mouth to speak but Harry stopped him by laying a hand on his shoulder, “Just remember, brother, you don't have any pretty pennies. So just contain your greed and impatience. I assure you, Carol and I will be gone as soon as we can. We certainly don't want to live in the old bugger's house any longer than we have to.” With that, he turned on his heel, took Carol by the arm and was gone. The truth was that he'd already found a bungalow and it only needed Carol's consent and they'd be off. In truth, Carol had been shocked by the reading of the will. Not by Simon's behaviour, that was all too in character. No she'd continued to believe that the old man would have had a word for her, a memento, nothing special, just something as a keepsake. But no, there was nothing. Not even a mention. It hurt, it hurt like hell and she had gradually become angrier and angrier. How could he treat her like that, she'd been his nursemaid for nearly four years. “When we leave, I don't want ever to come back.” she said to Harry the night before they were due to move. “I don't ever want to see Simon or Margaret again.” Carol had made up her mind. That was it. No more. She closed the door on that part of her life with a determination and a finality that surprised Harry.

2. The Bungalow

The new house was in a small village on the other side of town. It was an old three bedroom bungalow and lay at the bottom of an unmetalled track off the main road. With half an acre of garden and an orchard, it was private, in fact positively secluded. Harry had made sure that the break was final as could be without moving to some other part of the country. A major move was out of the question, his accountancy practice had picked up over the last couple of years and he'd been able to put down more than half of the asking price. He couldn't face starting all over again, he'd done it too many times before. Carol was quite surprised. “I never realised.” she said surprised when she learned the financial details of the transaction. “You really meant it when you said you didn't need dad's money.”

“Oh ye of little faith.” Harry laughed. “As you're going to be the lady of the house shall I carry you across the threshold?”

Carol blushed, “You daft thing, you!”

“Come on woman, don't muck about, I want a cup of tea!” 

Carol's Diary

Well dear diary, I haven't written much this week at all. Harry and I have been so busy moving into the new bungalow. I must tell you about this bungalow. Its big. Three bedrooms, a lounge, kitchen-diner, laundry room garage, and a lovely big secluded garden. The only point I could quibble about is the single bathroom. Harry had the kitchen and bathroom done before we moved in. The kitchen is just a delight after you know who's. Poggenpohl units finished in limed oak and all the cupboard space I could ever want. And the finish on the units. Just superb! New tiles on the floor. A new Neff double oven and hob, automatic Bosch washing machine and a dishwasher no less! Complete sets of new Le Creusot pots and pans, Sabatier knives, and Port Merion china ware. No expense spared! Harry insisted on a big separate shower in the bathroom. I think that has to be one of the things he most misses since his divorce. Since I've tried it, I must agree, it is a necessity. I'll never give up my long soaks in the tub, but for everyday hygiene, you just can't beat a good shower. We agreed that I should have the master bedroom, while Harry has the two smaller ones. We got a double bed and a suite of fitted wardrobes put in. I've never had such luxury. Harry sleeps in the box room and has set up his office, or as I call it, his lair, in the second bedroom. He has let me have my way with virtually all the decor and furnishings - we borrowed a bit extra to cover the costs of a completely new Parker Knoll suite of furniture for the lounge and the dining room. George never gave me such freedom! Stingy so-and-so!


Siblings and Lovers Ch. 01



This story is a longer romantic story with a lot of build-up and little actual sex in this chapter. If you want a quick fix, please go elsewhere. Do give your valuable comments and votes at the end. 

BEEP BEEP BEEP ...

The alarm clock woke Dana up with a start. She was sweating profusely. She got up quickly and rushed to the bathroom to wash her face. After splashing water on a few times, she looked in the mirror, and was ashamed to face what looked back at her. For you see, Dana Walsh had just had a wet dream. An intense sexual fantasy filled with details too lurid for the more explicit Harlequin. This wasn't the part which bothered her though. The truly disturbing part was that the main protagonist of that dream was her younger brother, Kyle, and that this wasn't the first either. 

She took some time to calm down and resumed her morning routine, but she couldn't shake the constant thought at the back of her mind that she should tell Kyle about her feelings. She had spent most of her teenage years in denial, but was unable to continue the charade. 

The rational part of her mind insisted that it was just a passing phase; an absurd attraction which in time would disappear. She felt confident that once she got into a serious relationship the feelings would dissipate. With her stunning looks and a personality to match, she'd had many boyfriends over the years. Despite this however, when she was lonely or upset, it was a mental image of Kyle which helped her the most. During those years of denial the rational part of her mind had controlled her love life, her feelings for Kyle being a background noise always present, but ignored as much as possible. Lately that background noise had become a deafening roar.

After a quick shower, Dana headed downstairs for breakfast and was greeted cheerfully by her parents as she sat down. Putting her lustful thoughts aside for the time being, she dove into the ham sandwich and omelette in front of her. 

"Morning Dana."

Just hearing his voice was an aphrodisiac for her. She could already feel those thoughts, and the not-so-distant memory of the dream, climbing out of the metal recess she had forced them into. She turned her head to look at her beloved brother. 

Kyle Walsh was in simple words, beautiful. His was cherubic, almost angelic, and retained all the innocence of a precocious teenager. His smile was honest and endearing. An unruly mop of blond hair was a permanent fixture on his face. He wasn't muscled and ripped like the guys most of Dana's friends drooled over, but he had an almost childish charm and an aura of serenity which set Dana's heart aflutter. 

"Morning bro," Dana said with a radiant smile, her eyes following him as he sat down opposite her. 

Kyle poured himself some milk and began mixing it into his cornflakes. 

"So, what plans have you got today, Kyle? Want to see a movie together? Ever since you moved to the big city we hardly spend any time together," she said, putting on her best fake pout.

Kyle was working in New York as an interior decorator and had earned enough money to get a small apartment.

"I wish I could, but I have to see a client's house. There's a big renovation job on offer. Beside, you'll be joining me in New York soon enough, and then we'll spend all the time we have together," Kyle said as he poured himself some juice. "You just keep doing whatever that Economics thing you're doing here is, and we'll be together soon enough," he said, giving her a typically charming wink.

"That's too bad. I was thinking we could get together after I get back from the gym."

"Dana, you still work out? Look at yourself! You have more muscles than a quarterback. I've seen you with the punching bag occasionally. You hit it like it mortally wounded you," he said, with a few vocal special effects.

Dana rolled her eyes at him.

"Maybe you should join me sometime. Isn't it strange that your sister is in better shape than you?"

He knew she had been fascinated with martial arts and had an obsession with physical fitness since they were in their teens. Her prowess as a fighter had been legendary in high school. Once, a classmate of hers decided to jump out behind her in the park, in an attempt to scare her. He had timed it perfectly - too perfectly. She was surprised to the extent that she blindly threw an uppercut his direction, and he had ended up with a dislocated jaw. One of the happy by-products of this obsession was that no one dared to bully Kyle at school. Dana had always been fiercely protective of him, and would have made any bully dearly regret it.

"No, I'd rather stay the way I am. All hot and handsome for the ladies," he replied with a signature smirk.

Unknown to Kyle, Dana was having involuntary flashbacks to her last dream. It was getting harder and harder to resist him. This small conversation had already aroused her slightly. She quickly finished her breakfast and feigned having some homework as an excuse to return to her bedroom.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Kyle asked in a mock serious tone. "You haven't given me a big-sister kiss yet. You'd better get a move on, I have to leave soon."

A kiss was the last thing Dana wanted to give him right now. There was no way she could keep the kiss within the boundaries of an appropriate sibling kiss, given the way she felt about him. He remained adamant in his own childlike way, folding his arm and waiting for her. Yielding to the inevitable, she quickly walked over to him. Closing her eyes, she planted the softest possible peck on this cheek, and then literally ran back to her room.

Once in the privacy of her bedroom, she slammed the door behind her and stood against it for support, her head cradled in her hands. Her feelings were getting stronger by the minute, and were almost out of control. She walked to her bedside table and retrieved a photograph of her and Kyle. He had his arms around her, and was resting his beautiful face on her chest. He looked relaxed and at peace with everyone around him. She also had her arms wrapped around him at his shoulders, and was softly nuzzling his hair. The photo had been taken at Lake Crawford, their favourite family getaway.

She gazed at the photo lovingly, and reminisced about their relationship together as they grew up. He had been more than the best brother in the world. They had been soul mates, with an almost telepathic understanding of each other's thoughts. Now she longed for more. Of late Dana had come to realise that there was no doubt about one fact. Something she had been mentally avoiding for so long. 

She loved her brother. Her love was blind and intense. It was too elemental to deny, and too powerful to be hidden. It was a thing of unrivalled beauty. He was the only thing which mattered to her anymore.

Suddenly, the time reminded Dana that she needed to hurry to college. She put away her thoughts, and quickly got dressed, grabbed her books, and left at top speed. 

She could barely think in class, her mind entirely preoccupied with thoughts about her brother. Now that she had accepted her feelings about him only one question remained; should she tell him about them?

When she returned that evening, she will still in a tizzy over her decision. Kyle arrived home late in the night, just as the table was being laid for dinner. He had successfully secured the interior renovation contract. This first advance pay was $10,000, and he had promptly driven down to Tiffany's in New York and bought an diamond necklace. 

Kyle sneaked up behind Dana and, in one swift motion, placed it around her neck. She gasped as she saw how it glittered in the light. Her eyes welled up with tears and she turned immediately and enveloped her brother in a loving embrace. He held her back just a tightly. They just stayed that way for a minute or so, until they were interrupted by their mother chiding him for spending his money so thoughtlessly and extravagantly. 

"You see that smile I brought to Dana's face? The money was well spent," he said in a nonchalant tone, leading to another emotional moment between the siblings.

That night when Dana went to bed, she continued to debate whether or not to tell Kyle about her love for him; love that went beyond the sibling kind. She weighed the pros and cons of the decision in her mind. Her greatest fear was the high likelihood that he would get freaked out by the idea of sleeping with his own sister, and that he would never be able to talk normally to her again. She would lose her brother forever. But there was a chance, a minuscule chance, that he would feel the same way.

She would love him dearly and tenderly for as long as she lived, for he was the only real friend she had. He was her confidante from before she reached puberty, and he had never done anything to hurt her. Now in their twenties, he still remained the only person who loved her unconditionally. Her eyes welled up as she recalled some of the instances of sacrifice he had made for her. He had taken numerous spankings from their parents for her mistakes, and even ditched his own graduation party halfway through to spend the night with her, just because she was feeling lonely after a break up.

His simple gestures, such as sitting by her side and putting his arms around her, or offering his shoulder for her to cry on, were always just what she needed when she was upset, instinctively knowing what to do when she was in distress. He would listen to her pathetic sobbing for hours on end. His angelic, cherubic face radiated an aura of warmth and brotherly affection. She knew that someday he would make a woman very happy. Right now, Dana wanted to be that woman. She continued vacillating between her decisions for some time before she eventually fell asleep.

It was some time later that she heard the door of her room slowly open. Kyle walked in, with that charming, unassuming smile that floored women everywhere. 

"Why are we fighting this?" he asked her simply.

"Fighting what?" she asked as she looked up at him, trying her best to sound clueless.

"This," he said, pointing between the two of them.

"I honestly don't know," she replied, lowering her head and shrugging.

Kyle walked towards her and cupped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look up at him.

"Damn you're beautiful," he said while looking in her eyes.

He leaned forward and took her lips in a breathtaking kiss. He gently pushed her down onto the bed and climbed on top of her without breaking the kiss. Dana's legs automatically opened and allowed his legs to slide between them. She could feel his hands roaming over her body, stopping at her breasts. She moaned softly, letting him know how much she loved what he was doing. He stopped suddenly and propped himself up on his elbows.

Dana closed her eyes and prayed silently that this wasn't a dream. Before she could open them, she felt him lower himself on the bed, his knees spreading her legs wider. She gasped as he began to palm her breasts and toying with her nipples. He lowered his head and she felt his tongue begin to lash out on her nipples. She felt his tongue circle around one nipple before he took it gently into his mouth. She arched her back and silently begged for more.

"Kyle," she moaned softly.

He ignored her plea and switched to the other nipple, continuing to suck. She felt his arm slowly slide over her belly, and stop above her panties. He looked at her with a little uncertainty in his eyes, but when she leaned up and kissed him it vanished.

"Oh, you're so wet for me, aren't you, Dana,' he whispered fiercely as he smacked her clit.

"Yes!" she cried out as he slipped his hand under her panties and jammed two fingers inside her.

He withdrew the fingers and plunged them in deeper, grinding the palm of his hand against her clit. 

"Let me touch you," she pleaded.

He grinned as he added another finger to the mix, moving faster. He scattered open mouth kisses across her neck and chest as her inner muscles began to clench around his fingers. She sensed this would be the best orgasm she had ever had.

He swallowed the screams of pleasure with a heart stopping kiss. Dana completely lost herself in the moment, in the ocean of her own desires. Finally, she broke the kiss and got out of bed, just to look at him. He looked more handsome than ever, sitting amidst the bed sheets.

"Is this a dream?" she asked.

Wordlessly, Kyle got up and pointed towards the window. Dana's gaze followed his outstretched finger until she was looking at the scenery outside. It wasn't metropolitan jungle she was expecting. It was a place she knew too well.

It was the cabin by the hillside, overlooking Lake Crawford.

As children they had visited the lakeside cabin innumerable times, and some of their fondest childhood memories were encapsulated in these idyllic surroundings. The clear blue sky stretched across the lake which flanked the small hillock. On top of it was a cabin. The whole family would come here on holidays to be at peace. They had played and laughed in the serene hillside, and even went rowing on the lake.

"So, it is a dream," Dana said, disappointment heavily laden in her voice. 

Kyle came up behind her and put his arms around her chest.

"Let's not spoil the moment, imaginary as it may be," he whispered into her ear. "How about a walk in our very own garden of dreams?"

Dana held his hand as he guided them outside. The solitude and beauty of the place gave her the same sense of peace it always had. They walked hand in hand until they reached the foot of the hill. There they found the tree where they had once written "Kyle loves Dana" on the trunk. The sheer innocence of that memory brought her on the verge of tears.

"So what now?" she asked as she looked deep into her brother's eyes.

"It's your dream."

She took him by the hand and led him to the cabin door.

"Remember how tranquil this place was at night?" Kyle asked as he walked beside her.

She imagined a typical still moonlit night at Crawford Lake, and soon her dreamscape was bathed in moon and starlight. The sky was dark but cloudless, and a cool breeze brushed passed them. She held his hand even more tightly. From the top of the hillock they surveyed their surreal surroundings.

After some time, she softly pecked him on the cheek and led him down to the lakeside. A boat with two oars was waiting, just for them. They got in and rowed out to the middle of the lake, the water shimmering under the moonlight as they skimmed the surface. They stopped in the middle and stood, Dana kissing her beloved brother more deeply and tenderly than ever before. He was similarly unhurried as his tongue twirled around the different regions of her mouth, savouring the intimacy. He then abruptly broke the kiss to look at his watch.

"Look at time, you should be waking soon. Have to go now, sis."

"Wait," Dana said, taking a deep breath. "If this is just a dream, it all means nothing."

"Don't say that. For all you know I might be having a similar dream in my bed, wishing it could come true, but too afraid to find out."

That was when Dana's alarm clock stared beeping, and she awoke to find herself once again sweating and aroused. Her heart was racing and her pulse erratic. The dream had been more intense than any of the others which had come before it. She checked the time and saw it had just gone past 6am. She suddenly felt an overpowering urge to see Kyle, and slid out of bed.

She softly walked down the corridor until she reached his room. His door was slightly ajar, as always, and she glanced inside to see him fast asleep. He looked serene and calm as he lay on his pillow, oblivious to the rest of the world and his dear sister's desires. Unable to resist, she silently walked over to the side of his bed. 

He looked even more boyish from her new position, and she couldn't help gently caressing his forehead, continuing down his cheek and neck. His skin was perfectly smooth. She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. The kiss lingered just long enough for him to stir. He narrowly opened his eyes and smiled at her.

"Good morning, little brother. Would you like me to get you breakfast in bed? Since Mom and Dad are gone for the next few days, we can have our family breakfast right here."

"That would be great, Dana."

She immediately went down and made a devilled ham and roasted turkey sandwich, just the way he liked it. She noticed that ever since her feelings had come to the surface, she felt like pampering him to no end. Soon, she carried two plates of breakfast up to his room. She found him still half asleep, curled up with his blankets. She placed the tray on his lap as she snuggled up next to him.

"Wow! You make these even better than Mom", Kyle exclaimed as he wolfed down large mouthfuls. 

She watched affectionately as the dearest thing in the world to her hungrily devoured the food. 

"You have another meeting with that client lined up today, right?" Dana asked, trying to initiate small talk. "This time for renovating the upper floor? You told Dad over dinner that you were confident of getting that as well."

"Yeah, a rich old couple wants their mansion to look more grandiose. The contract is pretty lucrative if I can snag it."

"So, are you still confident?" asked Dana jokingly.

"Terrified, uncertain and tense," he replied as he looked at her, those three emotions clearly visible on his face.

She put her plate down and looked at him, concerned by this revelation.

"What do you mean?"

"The rival for the contract has more experience, and a better crew. I don't know if I can get it. In fact, my odds look slim."

Dana immediately put her arms around him and held him tightly to her side.

"Don't worry. They gave you the ground floor. They will trust your skills for the upper floor as well," Dana said comfortingly, despite the fact that she had no clue about how things worked in his industry.

"You really think so?"

"Absolutely. Just bring your A game to the table and this is yours," said Dana, doing her best to sound convincing.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence. I'll give it my best pitch and we'll see if it works."

Dana gently cradled his head in her hands before letting him go.

"Why did you tell Dad that it was a certainty, given you were this nervous?"

"Dad expects a lot from me. You know how much he wanted me to follow in his footsteps as a stock broker. He never really forgave me for my career choice. How do you think he would have reacted if I had told him the truth?" he explained as he finished the last of his breakfast. "I don't have to pretend to be anything with you though. You will accept me for whatever I am, so I wasn't afraid to tell you the truth."

Her eyes almost welled up with tears as he said this. She leaned over and gently kissed the top of his head, before finally getting up.

"I can't make lunch today because of this meeting," Kyle said. "How about we catch an early dinner and a movie tonight instead? My treat, as a thank you for this wonderful breakfast."

"No way. There is no way my little brother is paying for anything when he's with me. Besides, I still have to work off yesterday's necklace."

Smiling, Kyle got up from his bed and started getting ready for his big day. Dana felt she had been doing a pretty good job keeping her urges in check until that point, but then Kyle unexpectedly planted a kiss on her lips. It was a short kiss, strictly within the acceptable boundaries and without even a hint of lust, but it revived all of Dana's latent desires as she felt a slight wetness between her legs.

"See you later, sis. How about I pick you up at seven and we head to Rizzo's? I know how much you like Italian food. There should be enough time to catch a movie at the Imperium after that."




Siblings and Lovers Ch. 01



Somehow managing to stifle her arousal, Dana put up her best poker face and nodded. Kyle gave her another signature smirk and headed off to work in his typical carefree way, leaving Dana alone in the house. Aroused and lonely, she decided to introspect on her decision. She analyzed each and every single possible outcome of her decision. The possibilities ranged from hot, intense sex to cold rejection.

In moments of indecision, she remembered her brother's advice: Close your eyes and go with the first thing that comes to your mind. She closed her eyes and thought.

At first there was a pervading darkness. She groped around wildly trying to make sense of it. Slowly, the fog lifted and she was back at the end of her dream from the night before. She was on that boat, with Kyle just about to disappear. She once again heard the last thing he had said. 

"For all you know I might be having a similar dream in my bed, wishing it could come true, but too afraid to find out." 

The signal was loud and clear. She had to do it.

Immediately her conscience rang alarm bells in her head, trying desperately to dissuade her. She risked making a loving, sibling relationship into an awkward one. She wouldn't listen of course; she was in love, engulfed in the warm feeling. Now all that remained was the seduction.

The clock could not move fast enough as she waited impatiently for her dinner date. She dressed herself up, putting on a beautiful red dress, and far too much makeup. She had never put this much thought into any previous date, but the stakes were much higher this time and she was extremely nervous. It didn't help that some part of her brain kept pontificating on the potentially disastrous endings that this venture could have. But she had had enough of worldly platitudes on whom to love and how much. Who was to judge whether they could be together or not? Who decides what is taboo? There was nothing as pure as her love for him. If she didn't try, she would probably regret it forever. She rationalized her whole argument based on a quote from Tennyson: 'Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.

Her brother's car pulled up, right on time. She practically tripped over herself hurrying out to the car. As she got into the driver's seat, Kyle let out a low whistle.

"Look at you all dressed up and beautiful for tonight. Wish I had something better to wear."

"Thanks Kyle. Now let's get going. I already made movie reservations. We're going to see Scream 3."

"Wait, a slasher film? You know how much they freak me out, seeing guts and gore spilling out on the big screen," said Kyle with an involuntary shudder. "Wasn't there anything else?"

"All the other shows were sold out. Besides, you have no reason to be scared. You have your big, strong sister to protect you," she said affectionately, patting him on the head.

"By the way, I got the renovation project, just as you said. My best pitch worked. Thanks for the confidence boost. I don't think I could have done it otherwise."

Beaming with pride, the pair went to Rizzo's. They ordered the usual lasagne and ravioli that they had grown up eating. Each passing moment caused Kyle to become more beautiful in the eyes of his sister. She had concluded that what she felt towards him was not raw, animalistic lust as she had thought, but a deep ocean of pure love and affection. Her world began and ended with him. What had kept her from doing this for so long?

After finishing their sumptuous meal, they headed to the Imperium. Once inside, Dana led them to their seats, which were secluded from most others. She watched as her brother flinched each time the knife wielding slasher made an appearance. After about an hour, he insisted on leaving, saying he felt unwell. 

"Nothing will ever hurt you while I'm around," she assured him, giving him her most protective look. "Now get over your fear and see this out."

Just holding her hand from the adjacent seat seemed to cause all of his fear to disappear. She looked at him from time to time and mentally pictured what it would be like when she told him how she felt. Their parents wouldn't be home for several days, so she had time to stretch her seduction out, and careful calculate every step.

At the end of the movie, they drove home; laughing and chatting all the way. Upon arrival they went off to their rooms to retire for the night. She knew that her plan was well and truly in motion.

Over the next few days, her affection towards Kyle was boundless. She would make a point of waking up before him and covering his face with affectionate kisses to wake him. Every day, she brought his favourite meals to his room, and they ate them together. She even went to the extent of doing his laundry and tending to the yard on the days he was supposed to. 

"Alright, what do you want?' Kyle asked a few days later at breakfast. "You've been awfully nice to me these last few days. So tell me, what is it?"

"What? Can't a big sister be nice to her little brother without expecting something in return?"

"You do know that if you ever want something from me, all you have to do is ask, right? No favours required. Anything, and I mean absolutely anything."

She felt tempted to ask him right then and there, given that he had just given her a free pass to ask for anything. But she restrained herself, feeling it was too soon. She urged herself to wait for the right moment, as it had to be done perfectly.

He kissed her once and left for work, leaving her with her lascivious thoughts as she planned her next move. The way to a man's heart was through his stomach. She knew that at that time, he would have to be well fed. Maybe she would break open a bottle of wine. Not too much though, she wanted him to be conscious enough to know the gravity of what he was doing, yet be willing to overcome the taboo. Failure was not an option.

College passed by in a blur as she kept thinking about how to turn a platonic, yet beautiful relationship into a carnal one, without reducing the inherent affection. She wouldn't let anything disturb them over the next few days, as they built up towards that critical moment. Kyle went about his work and his life without a care in the world, seemingly oblivious to his sibling's desires. Then he came home one day with an important announcement for her.

"I have to go to my New York apartment tomorrow. It's time to take my fledging business to the next level, and there's a lot that needs doing to get it there. My agent has already spoken to clients who want me to meet with them. It's happened more suddenly than I thought it would, but I can't hold off."

"What?!" exclaimed Dana, still reeling from this bombshell. "I thought you would be here for at least another month."

"I know, I thought so too, but I can't miss this opportunity. It's make or break time now."

"When will you be back?"

"I have no idea. I will probably spend six months setting up the office and getting the required paperwork out of the way. After that I might be able to visit once a month, for a weekend."

"That's it?" Dana asked, fighting back her tears.

He was quickly by her side and hugged her, helping to soothe her. Unable to hold back any more, she cried on his shoulder for a long time. He gently comforted her, saying they would be together soon; that all she needed to do was graduate, and then she could get a job in the Big Apple later that year and be with him.

He went up to his room to change as Dana went into panic mode. She didn't have any time left. Her carefully constructed plan seemed to be falling apart. This particular vicissitude had blindsided her. She was still digesting the news when a quiet voice spoke up somewhere in her mind.

"No, you are not going to let this opportunity pass you by. You have pushed this down way too long, you will not do this any longer."

"You're right," said Dana, silently speaking to herself.

"Yes I am, now hurry up. You don't have much time left."

Dana stood up, resolute in her choice. The endgame of her scheme would have to abruptly change. There was no other way out. 

She was going to seduce him that night.

Immediately, she went into a flurry of activity, shopping for ham, pork ribs and salmon. This was Kyle's favourite food trifecta. While he was upstairs packing his things, she cooked up three of his favourite dishes for dinner.

After he finally finished packing up all his clothes, he came down for his last dinner at home. As he descended the stairs, he was greeted by a distinctively different dining room. All the lights were out, instead there were two long candles burning brightly on the table. Also, Dana was looking more stunning than ever in that red dress. The table was laid out with his favourite food.

"Since this is going to be your last night here for some time, I wanted it to be special," said Dana with a sultry smile.

Kyle went over and sat beside her as they began eating. Dana was entirely preoccupied, and was sure that he was picking up on it too, given some of the puzzled looks he shot her way. He seemed to relax as he dug into the sumptuous banquet laid out for him.

"I was thinking, since we won't get to spend much time together for the next year or so, how about you spend tonight with me?"

"Are you sure? Don't you need your privacy when you sleep?"

"Remember when you were young, how lightning frightened you? During the particularly stormy nights, you would come over and sleep with me. If I didn't mind it then, why would I mind now?"

"I guess I could. I'll just get changed and come up."

She smiled as he left; still knowing she had a lot to do. She opened a bottle of her parent's favourite red wine. She grabbed two goblets out of the cupboard and headed upstairs. In her room, she dimmed the lights and put on her flimsiest negligee. 

Kyle had just finished dressing and came to her room. He opened the door just enough to get an eyeful.

"Sorry, I should have knocked," he said apologetically. "I'll just leave you to get dressed."

"No, don't go. This is what I'm comfortable wearing."

"Are you sure? That thing reveals more than it hides."

"Hey, we're siblings. It's not like it's anything you haven't seen before. Come on in."

She offered him a glass of wine as he entered, surveying him over the rim of her own glass. Dana patted a small part of the bed right next to her, asking him to come over and sit there. He innocently complied. She then used the remote to switch on the music system. The track she had selected was one of the most romantic compositions of all time and a personal favourite for the family: Speak Softly Love from The Godfather.

Soon the room was resonating with the beautiful symphony. She could feel her brother losing himself in the soothing music. She drained her wine in one gulp, knowing she would need as much courage as possible for the next act. The culmination to weeks of build-up was here. It was now or never.

Just as the music started building towards the crescendo, she knew the moment was perfect. Throwing caution to the wind, she leaned over until she was lying on top of him. He looked at her, puzzled.

"Dana, what..."

He was cut short as she gently placed her mouth over his. He was lying with his head against the headboard, which allowed her to use both hands to hold the back of his head. Her tongue forced its way past his lips and deep into his mouth. Years of fantasies and wet dreams all flooded back to her in a single massive deluge as she sank into the kiss. She was barely aware of her actions, her body on auto-pilot. Her tongue gently caressed the inside of his mouth as her hands roamed over his back. She took the time to gently prod his tongue with hers, but it seemed paralyzed from shock. They remained in this state throughout the duration of the musical climax. She finally she raised her face from his, a radiant smile on her it. A blank expression looked back at her.

He looked at her for a few long moments, seeming to be in shock from what had happened. Then, finally, the expression changed into one of disbelief.

"Did you just... try to SEDUCE me?"

She stayed silent, knowing it was obvious. Kyle's expression turned from disbelief to incredulity as he slipped out of bed in a hurry.

"Oh my God," he said to himself over and over as he held his head in his hands.

She watched in slow motion as he just stood there looking down at ground. When he raised his head, she saw an emotion she never expected. She had anticipated seeing emotions ranging from acceptance to awkwardness in varying degrees, but what she saw on his face was something entirely different.

Grief.

His cheeks were tear-stained and a dark, hollow sadness enveloped his face. Those childish eyes had lost their sparkle and were instead windows to her betrayal. It seemed like an eternity until he spoke again.

"Why? Wasn't I good enough as a brother? Was that why you wanted me in this sick way? I am your brother for God's sake."

Numb with shock, she just listened and watched as her plan led to this terrible, twisted end.

"When I was with you all those times, I didn't pretend to be anyone. I was naked in my truth and laid myself bare for you. I trusted you with everything and this is how you abuse that trust?"

She had a plethora of jumbled thoughts running through her mind, but no clear words. She just gaped as he went on.

"I need to go. I need to be away from you. As far as possible," he said, his voice tinged with betrayal. 

He turned to open the door. 

"Kyle, wait ..." Dana said, finally finding words.

"Don't Dana, just please don't. I need some time alone."

As the door slammed shut behind him, the full weight of what had just transpired hit Dana like a sledgehammer to the gut. She was overwhelmed by the sadness that followed. Several tears streamed down her face involuntarily. 

"I told you so," her conscience said from somewhere deep inside.

These words echoed around in her mind. Then a stronger voice took hold of her.

"You have to fix this. Go after him now, or you will lose him for good."

Gripped by this new found resolve, she stood up and sprinted out the door after her brother.

She was going to make it right.

She had to.



Siblings and Lovers Ch. 02



As this is the second part in a series, it is recommended that you read Chapter 1 before reading this. As always, your comments and votes at the end are much appreciated.

Also, a special note of thanks to my editor, MsRoseEvans, for painstakingly going through my work. 




"Kyle, please open the door. I need to talk to you."

Dana kept banging against the bathroom door, hoping, praying, that the damage was not as bad as she thought. Her brother had locked himself inside. The only sounds she could hear were those of occasional violent retching. The shock had hit him hard.

She kept imploring for several minutes, until finally she heard the vomiting stop. The silence that followed was uneasy. Finally the door swung open and her brother came out. He looked unlike she had ever seen him before.

His hair was tousled. His face was sunken and sallow, covered by a fine mixture of tears and remnants of vomit. He wiped it clumsily with his shirt sleeve. His eyes, those childish eyes, were red from crying and now just stared blankly into space. Kyle had become a different person over the last few minutes.

He didn't even look in her direction as he headed off towards his room. Dana purposefully moved so that she was blocked his way down the corridor. She was going to speak to him, no matter what.

"Go away," said Kyle, without even looking up at her.

"I just want to talk. Can you do that for me?"

Kyle looked up now, his face a mask of anger, hurt and resentment. He felt betrayed in the most intimate way possible. She had literally brutalized his soul. He would take some time getting over that.

He tried to push her out of the way. In one swift motion, she pinned him against the wall using both hands. He struggled for a while, before realizing he stood no chance of getting out. So, he just looked her directly in the eye.

"Are you going to rape me?" he asked.

Even as he said this, his eyes widened in horror. Give how much stronger she was, it was a possibility. But she would never? Would she? Keeping in mind the events of the last half an hour, he didn't seem to recognize her any more.

"No. I won't," said Dana trying to keep her tone as even as possible. "I just want to talk to you."

"Talk. Talk about what? How you tried to seduce your brother? How you tried taking advantage of his vulnerability? How you utterly abused his trust?"

She took a deep breath. 

"I know you are feeling hurt and angry right now. I want you to cool down, and think this over carefully. What I did was wrong. It was a crime for which I hate myself more than you can possibly imagine. If I could take it back, I would. It was a desire I should have never entertained. I can't begin to describe how sorry I am, but I need you right now."

"Do you need me, or my mouth to stick your tongue down again?"

"I need you, all of you. You are all I have and I cannot see you drift away like this."

"Do you know what you are? You are a toxic influence. You have poisoned the strongest bond I had in the world and turned into a breeding ground for your sick, debauched desires. Just let me go now. I don't think I want to talk anymore."

She listlessly moved aside as her brother stormed into his room and slammed the door shut.

In a dull haze of guilt, she slowly made her way back to her room. Each step seemed heavy and labored as she somehow struggled into bed. A tempest of thoughts and bitter regrets swirled around inside her head. She loathed every single risqué fantasy she had about him. She abhorred her rationalization of her depraved desires. Most of all, she could not get over the fact that she had hurt her little brother. Years earlier, they had made an unspoken pact that they would always be there for each other.

Looking around, she spotted a bottle of Ambien on the shelf. Sleeping pills. They seemed like her way out. She willed herself up and moved towards the bottle slowly. She picked up the bottle and surveyed its contents. There were about 10 pills left. That should be enough.

Taking a deep breath, she swallowed the entire bottle contents in one go. She retrieved the photo of her and Kyle at Lake Crawford and mentally apologized to it. She went on for about half an hour before feeling the first effect from the pills. The world seemed to sway a bit. She blinked. Now it seemed distinctly darker. She could finally feel parts of her body giving in to the urge to go down. She vaguely remembered knocking over the coffee table before the blackness enveloped her.

Slowly but steadily, the blackness lifted. She seemed puzzled as she surveyed her new surroundings.

"Is this hell?" she wondered silently. She half-expected to see a big, red guy with horns and a pitchfork, but this seemed different.

The place was brilliantly lit. There were small wisps of smoke in a few places. It had an ethereal feel to it. She couldn't see any discernible structures anywhere. She heard footsteps approaching. Curious to see who it was, she turned towards the noise. Her jaw dropped when she saw Kyle coming out of the mist. He was in his usual cheerful mood.

"Kyle, I..."

"Surprised to see me here? I told you once that I would always be there when you needed me. That was a promise I intend to keep."

Unable to control herself, she lunged at him and held on to him as tightly as she could. He gently put his arms around her and comforted her as she cried uncontrollably into his chest. She finally looked up at him and tried to apologize.

He just looked back with that caring, understanding look which she had grown to love, and told her that it was all going to be okay.

"How can you say that? I tried to seduce you."

"And then tried to kill yourself. How do you think I will feel when I see you sprawled on the floor? One indiscretion can't outweigh all those years you have been there by my side. Am I enraged? Obviously. But does that mean I want you dead? Never."

Dana just stood there trying to make sense of what was happening. Finally she formed the words in her mouth. 

"So you forgive me?"

"You know me better than anyone. You know that, however angry and disconsolate I may feel, I will always forgive you. The bigger question is this: Can you forgive yourself?"

She pondered the meaning of this for sometime before Kyle spoke again.

"I know the last time I was in your dreams I gave you some really bad advice, but trust me this time. Seeing you die is something I can never do. I will do what it takes to see you out of this. You know it."

Finally he left.

All alone in this surreal place, she did not know what to do. But then from somewhere, she heard this sound. It was faint at first, but gradually grew louder and more distinct. It was a monotonous, periodic beeping. It was growing louder, and gradually this place was dissolving under her feet.

Bewildered, she took a step back, away from the rapidly enlarging black abyss. Now the beeping was very loud as she clutched her ears to shut it out and then she could feel herself being sucked into the vortex that was now all around her. Finally, the darkness claimed her once again. It was not as bad as she thought. She seemed to be sleeping with that beeping in the background.

"Sleeping? Does that mean I am still alive?"

She forced her eyes open to see the ICU of Trinity General Hospital. The ECG machine kept beeping to her immediate right. She shrugged off her sleep and looked around. She was hooked up to a ventilator and a stomach pump. Still groggy, she tried to make a sound. It was loud enough to get the attention of the nurse just outside.

She rushed in and checked her. Her pulse was a bit sluggish but still close to normal. She could finally breathe on her own. The nurse took off her breathing tube and then gave her a typical disapproving look.

"Just what were you thinking, taking that many pills? Whatever your problem is, it's not worth dying over? Just ask your brother."

"My... brother."

"Yes. You should be thankful to have a brother like that. He probably broke the land speed record dragging your lifeless body here. Any later and you would not have made it."

The words hit her hard. Kyle had saved her life. The nurse went on.

"He's been waiting outside all night. He won't go to sleep, insisting that he wants to speak to you the second you wake up. I'll go get him."

Stunned at this revelation, she started thinking. He brought her to the hospital and then waited all night, after how he felt. The dream started to feel more like a premonition. She was trying to think of what she was going to say, when Kyle entered. He looked tired. These last few hours had aged him several years. 

"Hi Dana," he said tentatively, seeming unsure what to say next.

"Hi."

He stood like that for a long time, before he finally took a step forward. It wasn't a big step but substantial in the context. 

He came over and sat on the stool next to the bed. There was so much that they needed to talk about, but neither of them could find the words to start. Finally Dana broke the awkward silence.

"Look, about what happened last night..."

"Don't say anything. Do you know how it feels to have to drag your sister's body to the hospital, hoping she isn't dead? I was in my room when I heard the crash. I ran over to find the coffee table upturned and you sprawled on the floor, your mouth frothing. The empty bottle on the floor told the whole story. For some reason, my rage vanished, and all I could think about was everything we had been through together. Suddenly, you mattered to me again and I could not see you die."

"Have you told Mom and Dad?"

"No, and I don't intend to. Seeing you lie there, lifeless, I had an epiphany. I can never lose you. I am willing to do what it takes to keep you with me. Even if it means..."

Dana raised her head, anxious to hear the next part. She could not imagine what was happening. He took a deep breath. 

"Even if it means I have to be more than a brother to you."

She blinked in disbelief. 

"That's right. Brother-boyfriend-lover, I can be all of these to you. Just don't try any more stunts with your life. Please."

Her mind was staggering under the weight of this last piece of information. It was obviously something he did not want to do, he had made that clear last night. Yet he was ready to bury that revulsion just for her sake. Her brother's sacrifice and altruism had just broken all limits. 

She softly ushered him over. She smiled as well as someone heavily sedated could. He took the hint and leaned over to kiss her. Still weak, she mustered up enough strength to grasp his head and softly guide his lips to hers. Her tongue snaked past his lips and found a willing mouth. This time, he reciprocated fully as their tongues entwined around each other. Soon, they were fused into one as she tenderly savoured the intimacy of his warm, wet, inviting mouth. Finally, he raised his head. There was a look of pure happiness on her face. 

"Thank you," she whispered, as it was all she could manage at the moment. "What about New York?"

"I told my agent that I had a family emergency, and asked her to move my schedule back by a week. She complained to no end, but I'm her boss."

He smiled in his typical carefree way and walked out of the room. She felt herself glowing with joy as she had just seen a man transcend what she thought humanity was capable of. 

Over the next week, he visited her several times. Sometimes, he brought food and gifts. He sat and read to her on occasion. Dana looked on at the man, who meant the world to her, and almost worshipped him. 

At the end of the week, she was fully on her feet. After being discharged, the doctors suggested some counseling with some suicide groups, but she turned it down. They finally put this memory behind them as she climbed into his car. 

"Where are we going, Kyle?"

"Lake Crawford. I thought you could use a change of scenery."

Once again, her brother had telepathically understood exactly what she needed.

The scenic road leading to the lake was a sight to behold in itself. The lush green meadows undulating over the horizon, interspersed by beautiful cliffs and rivulets had a natural charm of their own. Finally after four hours of driving they were there. Kyle had booked their favourite cabin for the whole day.

They walked by the hillside overlooking the lake, hand in hand. It was literally a dream come true for Dana. After sitting in the sun for some time, he reached over and kissed Dana on the lips. It was a small token of affection, one which she returned with interest. 

"How about we go up to the cabin?"

Once there, she told Kyle to go and get changed. While he was changing, there was a soft knock on the bathroom door. It was her, in just a towel. Even though Kyle had mentally steeled himself for this eventuality, the thought of actual sex with his sister still seemed revolting. He quickly slipped out of his bathroom into his room and shut the door.

"You know you can't avoid this forever."

"Give me some time to prep myself."

Kyle took a deep breath as he composed himself for what was coming next. The time for excuses was up. He was going to have to go into the next room and do it.

Sheepishly, he looked in through the keyhole. She was waiting at the other end of the room, her arms crossed over her chest and a frustrated expression on her face. It didn't help that she was completely naked. He took out a Viagra from his bag and swallowed it. Then, he finally opened the door.

"You took your sweet time. I thought I was going to have to break the door down and rape you."

"Now, now, there's no need to rush this."

He had barely finished when Dana pounced on him and threw him to the ground. She pinned him down as she ripped off his clothes in alarming fashion. She had waited far too long for this. Soon he was lying completely naked on the floor as Dana smothered his entire torso with hundreds of delicate kisses. She moved from one side of his chest to the other and then zigzagged down to his abdomen. Here, she stopped abruptly.

"I don't want the first time we make love to be on the floor."

She helped him on the bed and knelt between his legs, grasping his penis with both hands. He let out a gasp. She proceeded to tenderly guide it to her mouth where she wrapped her tongue around one side and then the other, alternating every few seconds. He moaned suggestively.

She licked his balls, her tongue making gentle circles around his ball-sac as he just lay there, lost in the pleasure. Finally it was time for the first time. She gently slid her body over his until their sexual organs were aligned perfectly. Being the older and more experienced partner, she controlled the process, guiding his engorged member to her soft, inviting folds. Soon he could feel her vaginal walls closing around his organ as she gently moved back and forth. 

She never once broke eye contact with him during this whole act. The ambivalent expression on his face indicated he still had some reluctance in breaking the final taboo of ejaculating inside her. She knew this and hence ground her hips harder moving him closer and closer to that final release. He tried to tell her to let him pull out, but was too late, shooting several ropes inside her hungry cunt. She had a look of deep contentment on her face.

He got up and got dressed, later getting her a morning-after pill. They made love several times that day in various places, in and around the cabin. He grew into a more and more willing partner with every encounter. She even had her fantasy of kissing him on the boat under the moonlight.

Their parents returned a couple of weeks later, and they had to suppress their affections. Soon it was time for him to head off to New York and catch up on some long overdue work. They didn't get to see each other for the next several months, as he was perpetually buried under a pile of work. They spoke on the phone from time to time but that never really was enough. Finally, Dana called up with some exciting news. 

"I just got the job I wanted, Financial Analyst on stocks and derivatives. Mom and Dad pulled some strings from their ex-colleagues in the WTC, I get to start on the trading floor starting next week. Now, I can come and stay with you."

"That's great. When are you coming?"

"I shall reach your place on the night of Monday, the 10th and start work the next day."

"Can't wait for Monday."

Kyle was overjoyed that he could finally get to live with his dear sister. He immediately cleaned out his apartment and ordered a large mattress for the double-bed. 

The 10th couldn't come soon enough, as he pined for her all the time. Finally she showed up that night, exhausted from travel, with a huge army of luggage. Too tired to make love, they just unpacked her luggage and went off to sleep.

The next day started in a whirl of activity as she got ready for her first day of work. Their parents had come in especially to see her on the first day. They were already inside, waiting for them to show up.

Dana then had the bright idea of having a quickie before her first day at work. An exasperated Kyle tried to reason with her that she would be late, but she wouldn't listen.

"Look, you can see the buildings from here. It will take hardly 10 minutes to drive down. Besides I'm supposed to be there at 9, not before."

Heaving a sigh of resignation, Kyle undressed and lay on the bed while Dana clambered on top of him and impaled herself on his erection. This had to be done fast without the niceties of gentle movement. She literally bobbed up and down willing herself to an orgasm. Since, the bed was against the window, she could see the metropolitan skyline. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened to scream out her brother's name, but then it stopped, frozen in that instant.

He looked up at her, wondering what went wrong as she stopped her motion and just gaped out of the window. Her eyes seemed transfixed on something. Puzzled, Kyle slid out from under her and followed her gaze out of the window and then he saw it.

It was a plane, flying very low. Too low. Then, they simultaneously gasped as they fully realized what was about to happen. Time slowed to a crawl as the plane inched its way across the void.

There was a sickening sound of metal and concrete colliding, as the plane slammed into the North tower.

They watched aghast as the top section of the tower went up in a plume of smoke, and then collapsed onto the rest of the building. The once mighty tower crumbled to the ground in a matter of seconds.

They looked at each other, identical thoughts running in their minds.

"Mom and Dad were in that building. So were hundreds of other people. We could have been inside had we left already." 

It was 8:46 am.

They just gaped open-mouthed, desperately trying to make sense of the carnage that had just unfolded in front of their eyes. They spent what seemed like an eternity looking at each other and then the pile of rubble and smoke. Then they saw the second plane.

Like a sick rerun of a twisted snuff film, they watched this plane fly across the skyline and hit the South tower. Soon, it collapsed like a house of cards wreaking havoc and destruction on Downtown Manhattan.

They looked at each other again. The tears just refused to come out. The grief would come later. For now there was just shock and devastation. Kyle was silently shaking with fear.

Those were times of loneliness, times of fear and they held on to each other tightly for courage.



In memory of a dear friend, who went to work on September 11th, but never made it back. It may have been a decade since, but we still miss you, more than you can possibly imagine.  



Siblings and Lovers Ch. 03



Read the previous chapters to get an idea of where we are now. Your comments and votes are appreciated.

As always, my editor MsRoseEvans was an invaluable help.

Trying a few new things here. Experimenting by adding a quote which is related to the events in this chapter and a flash-forward to start with. Let me know if they make the story more appealing. 

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"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger"- Nietzsche

Dana lay face down on the road. She had numerous injuries all over her body. Her limbs were in excruciating pain. Using all her strength, she lifted her head to see Kyle sprawled unconscious just a few feet away from her. The only thought which came to her mind, was that they would die in this godforsaken place, far away from home.

FOUR MONTHS EARLIER

Kyle Walsh woke up, sweaty and gasping for breath. He had the same nightmare again. Once again, he just stood watching as the two mighty towers collapsed, with his parents inside. It had been just a week since the event, but that was still enough time for him to dream about it again. Almost providentially, he felt a comforting hand on his shoulder. His scream had woken Dana up as well. She had her own demons regarding what had happened, but hid them better.

She knew that he did not need any drugs or booze to tide over his pain. He just needed her, the way that she needed him. She wrapped both arms around his head and held him tightly. He did not cry, just held her back as tightly as he could. Their grief went beyond tears. Their parents had left before they were properly established in life. In the blink of an eye, their two passenger boat was sailing in uncharted waters, rudderless. 

"Dana, is today the day?"

"Yes. Today is the day we have to go down to the morgue." 

The day Kyle had been dreading was finally here. The rescue workers had finally unearthed all the bodies from under the rubble. Most of them were battered beyond recognition. The identification would have to be done through personal items. 

In a dull, robotic haze the Walsh siblings got up and started getting ready for the day. It seemed to take significant effort to do the simplest things. Finally, they mustered up enough strength to change their clothes. The skyline outside the window looked different. The two missing skyscrapers seemed like a yawning gap, a gaping wound in the heart of Manhattan which would never heal.

Outside, the streets were as busy as always, but something was missing. There were people moving from place to place in haste, but the vitality and energy was gone. The collective soul of the citizens would take some time to heal. They took a cab to the morgue.

The morgue was teeming with people from all different walks of life, all unified in mourning. The bodies were laid on the floor and covered, and each body had a number. At the main counter, friends and family would gather to identify a personal item, and then be led to the number it came from. 

They walked on past rows of bodies. A gust of wind lifted the shroud off the face of someone. Kyle stopped as he fully digested the sickening sight. The face was smashed beyond recognition. That pulp had once been someone, male judging by the height and clothes. Somebody's husband, boyfriend, brother, son or father; reduced to a number.

"That could be Dad," was their single thought.

Finally they arrived at the main counter. The room behind it had been converted to a grotesque gallery of personal items. A horde of people were shuffling from one item to the next, looking. Their blank expressions told a story. Occasionally, the still air would be punctuated by a cry of anguish.

Someone had been identified. 

They joined the group as they saw the items on the shelves. Broken chains, pendants, engagement rings; each item told a story. At the far end of this room, Dana suddenly came to a halt in front of a case. She clutched Kyle's arm tightly as he took a close look. 

It was an antique watch. The front glass was shattered, but the hands kept ticking in a hideous rhythm. Trembling, Kyle took it in his hand and turned it over. 'Property of Greg Walsh' was carefully engraved on the reverse side. Also in the same case was their mother's three-gem wedding ring. Numbers 1504 and 1505.

The volunteer tried her best to console them as she led them to the bodies. Dana kept crying hysterically, only stopping intermittently to wipe her eyes. Kyle's grief somehow seemed beyond tears as he moved along mechanically. They passed several other grieving widows, children, friends and more, as they made their way to the two beds. 

Number 1504 was their father. They immediately recognized his suit. He had put on his best one to celebrate his daughter's first day at work. His entire body was mangled and destroyed. Just beside him was an equally unrecognizable figure. Their mother still had some parts of her face intact. Still sobbing, Dana put the ring back on her finger, knowing she would have wanted it that way.

They went to the main counter and signed for the bodies. Now all that was left was the arrangements for a funeral.

Still in a daze, they made the arrangements for the bodies to be transferred to the funeral home. The owner was a family friend and he promised to take care of all the arrangements. They would have to come upstate to settle the finances afterwards. They made their way downtown to the subway.

Normally, a New York subway station is the epitome of life and vitality, with constant chatter and incessant laughter as people hurried around. In the aftermath, however, there was no liveliness in the crowd of people who waited listlessly to catch their train. 

A shrill cry penetrated the uneasy silence. All eyes turned in the direction of the sound. It was an elderly woman desperately pointing towards the tracks. Everybody shifted their gaze to see a young woman lying motionless between the train lines. She was unconscious. Soon, the now familiar feeling of dread washed over everyone in the station. They looked on in horror as she did not move. 

Dana looked on fearfully and tried to reach out and hold her brother for support, but all she found was air. Kyle was no longer there beside her. She started scanning the crowd for him, but to no avail. Finally, there was a more pronounced gasp by the entire station which drew her attention back to the rails.

Kyle was standing between the tracks, just a few feet away from the girl. He bent down and tried to wake her, but it was no good. He kept trying but she refused to budge. Onlookers extended their arms, willing him to lift the body and put it within reach. He tried to lift her, but her dead weight was too much. He used all his strength but barely got her off the ground. That was when he heard the oncoming train.

He had never been so scared in his entire life as when he saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Like a monstrous metallic beast, the train thundered towards them. The driver immediately pressed the emergency brakes, but everybody knew that it would be of no use. The momentum of the train would take it over the two bodies on the track. 

The onlookers frantically waved and gestured him to get off, but he stayed. Dana stood in front with tears streaming down her face, begging him to climb back up. The train was getting closer by the second. He strained with all his might but it was no use. Finally, he folded her arms across her chest and pressed himself down on top of her as hard as possible. He vaguely remembered the expression on Dana's face before the train covered them.

Dana was numb with shock as the train finally came to a halt with her brother still underneath. Everybody clasped the nearest thing they could find in horror. The driver started the engine again to move the train off the bodies. As the train slowly left, the throng of people looked down, afraid of what they would see. 

Kyle was still face down on top of the unfortunate woman. It seemed like an eternity that they lay in that position. Some of the onlookers had a silent prayer on their lips. That was when he stirred.

An audible gasp reverberated around the station as he lifted his head just enough to look at the crowd of people. With the danger gone, a few of the onlookers came down and lifted him and the woman off the tracks. Everybody was clapping in unison and patting him on the back. As he moved through the crowd looking for Dana, people shook his hand. Finally, he found the distraught figure of his elder sister. She wasn't crying any more, but there were wet streaks down her cheeks. She clutched his hand so tightly it hurt, and dragged him away.

He had to walk at quite a pace to keep up. Maintaining her iron grip, she led him to a secluded corner of the station. 

"Dana, what..."

He didn't have time to finish his sentence as she landed a resounding slap across his face. The force behind it sent him reeling. He held on to a nearby pillar for support.

"What the hell were you thinking? You could have died down there."

He stood up gingerly rubbing his cheek.

"I lost my parents a few days ago and today I almost lost my brother. Why did you have to go play hero? Couldn't someone else have tried to save her?"

"I just wanted to help her. In the moment, I couldn't see the danger. I had to try."

"Bullshit. You're scared of bees, and suddenly you become brave enough to risk your life? There's more to this. Tell me."

She crossed her hands in front of her chest and demanded an answer. Kyle knew that she was on to him. After all, she knew better than anyone about his fears and insecurities. He heaved a sigh of resignation. 

"You want the truth. Okay. I didn't jump down to save that woman. I jumped down to die with her. That way my death would be attributed to a failed rescue attempt. People would remember me as a hero and not the coward I really am."

These words hit Dana hard. She knew that her brother had been severely shaken up by the attacks, but had no idea that it was this bad. 

"I should have known. Why didn't I see the signs? The recurring nightmares, the fits of paranoia, that blank expressionless look into the abyss."

He was hurting more than she had imagined. She had almost lost him to her ignorance. Of all the people in this world, she was the only one who could read his behavior and she had missed something this big.

"No more. I will not let anything else happen to him," said a powerful voice from the back of her head.

"You have me to live for. Even when our parents were around, I needed you. Now I need you infinitely more. How can you even think of leaving me?"

He didn't reply, just processed the information in his mind. The cruel dichotomy of his life hit hard. He had lost the will to live in the aftermath of the tragedy, and yet now he had to live for Dana.

"Remember when I tried to kill myself, how you saved me? You told me never to think you could live without me. Now I am just asking for the same in return. I really don't know what I would do without you." 

Still shaken from the incident, they made their way home. He tried to shake it off and concentrate on work, but it kept coming back to him in flashbacks. Dana took a job as a financial consultant with a private firm. Neither of them was at ease. 

"The funeral is set for day after," Dana said one day during breakfast. "Closed casket, just as you wanted. The funeral home has picked two adjacent spaces in War Brook Cemetery."

Kyle stopped eating for a moment.

"I am sorry to bring this up, but we have to go home tomorrow. The sooner we finish this, the better."

He slowly nodded. The part he was actually afraid of was returning to the house they grew up in. All those memories of their parents resided there. They had a happy life within those four walls. It seemed ages since that time.

The next day, they drove down to their old home in the suburbs. The house suddenly seemed so big and empty, and did not have the warmth of old. Inside, they passed the familiar kitchen and dining room, and walked to the sofa. Over twenty years of memories flooded back as they realized it would never be the same again.

Kyle was upstairs in his old room. Most of his stuff was in his apartment, but he could still see the big double-bed and all the shelves which were once lined with books. A soft sob told him that Dana was reminiscing in her room. He went to console her.

She gently held him while she continued crying. He could sense that the flood of memories was too much for her. He gently held her head in his hands and kissed her full lips. She responded passionately and held him close. Without disengaging the kiss, he took off his shirt and dropped it by the bedside. She was now grappling with his pants. Soon the belt came off and the zipper followed. They parted lips just long enough for her to slide her dress over her head, and he pulled off his pant in this brief window. 

They fell onto the bed, kissing hard. Dana rolled over on top of him and clamped her lips down on his. He reciprocated just as hard. She kissed him over and over again, all over his face and neck, and then lowered her face to his chest. His chest was clean and hairless like a pre-pubescent boy. She delicately ran her tongue over each nipple before biting down hard.

Kyle whimpered slightly, but did not resist. She eventually snaked her way down to his organ and engulfed its entirety in one gulp. He softly moaned with ecstasy as she wrapped her tongue around the head. After a few minutes, she moved down to his shaft and continued her gentle ministrations with her tongue. Then she got up, parted her legs and ushered him over seductively. Kyle did not need a second invitation as he dived between her legs and went straight for her pussy lips. 

She held his head in place as he lapped at her crotch. His tongue explored her crevices and finally reached her delicate labia. Parting the lips with two hands, he thrust his tongue inside as far as it would go. This elicited a soft moan from Dana. He pressed his lips against the skin to get better access. After licking her like this for some time, he raised his head to see her clitoris. 

At first, he just tickled the mound with the tip of his tongue. The moans increased considerably as he flicked his tongue over her clit repeatedly. Eventually, he brought his mouth over the clit and delicately grazed his teeth over it. This seemed to drive her wild as she bucked and thrashed against his face. He kept it up, gradually increasing the tempo as she reached the throes of orgasm. Soon a wave of wet, sticky fluid drenched his face as she clamped it down firmly between her thighs. 

He raised his wet face to see her panting for breath, overwhelmed by the last orgasm. He slowly crawled towards her face until it was level with his. Then he tentatively prodded her pussy with the tip of his member. This was too much for her; she wrapped her arms around him tightly and forced it in. She flipped him over so that she was on top and started humping with exceptional ferocity. 

The sheer force in her movements took Kyle by surprise at first, but he understood. She was trying to hold on to him as hard as she could. There was no longer the exuberance or joy of their previous encounters, but desperation to hold on to each other. Dana clutched his back so tightly that her nails dug deep furrows into his skin. He did not mind the pain; it was inconsequential compared to what he would feel without her. After half an hour of violent, animalistic sex, they finally reached their orgasms. She held on even tighter as she screamed out his name. This act brought back the memory of the last orgasm she had with him. Once again, she was in that moment, looking out of the window at the spectacle which unfolded in front of them. 9/11 had left them with deep, psychological scars. She pushed those painful memories out.

"We should sell the house,' Kyle said moments later.

She looked at him blankly, unable to say anything as he went on.

"There are too many memories here. Every time we see it, we'll remember the laughter and joy that reverberated inside. It will serve as a constant reminder to what we were. It is time to move on. Mom and Dad would have wanted that."

Dana knew that he was right, as much as she didn't want to acknowledge it. She nodded in reluctant agreement. Their last passionate act had shown how much they needed to move on. Shared grief was a powerful uniting factor. Selling the house would be the first step.

They left the house feeling lighter than they had in days. The burden of sorrows had largely been alleviated. They had finally accepted that their fates were inextricably entwined. Neither could survive without the other. 

The funeral passed in a blur as several relatives and family friends came by to pay their last respects. Kyle gave a good eulogy, and their caskets were finally lowered into the ground. As the crowd dispersed, Dana turned to him and made plans on how they should go forward. 

"I guess I have to stay with you for a month or so before I can find a place of my own."

"No you won't. Don't you ever think of leaving me! Who will be there when I cry myself to sleep? Who will I confide in? You can't go. Not now, not ever."

Dana looked at him with a quivering smile. 

"Just promise me that you won't jump in front of any more trains."

They enjoyed the light moment. Kyle felt much better. He was an emotional wreck at the subway station, but now he wanted to take control of his life once more. The control had been taken away from him recently, and the only way to get it back was to go back to the root cause and take action. Even as he drove back to New York, a plan formulated in his mind. He was going to do something about what happened.

A fortnight or so later, he finally gathered up the courage to tell Dana. She almost dropped what she was holding in shock. After a few moments of awkward silence, she finally found words to yell at him.

"You are going to WHAT!?"

"Yes, I have thought long and hard about this. I am quitting my job and joining the Army. We have scores of troops getting ready to go to war against the terror. I'm going to enlist."

"Have you lost your mind?"

"I know it sounds crazy, but I have to do this. Those images in my head will fully go away only when I feel I am doing something about it."

Suddenly, Dana caught him by his wrist. He tried to free himself but she held on. Almost effortlessly, she pinned him face down on the floor with his arm twisted behind his back. He struggled some more but it was no good.

"Stop it, Dana, you're hurting me."

"Am I? I thought you were going to fight for our country. This is insignificant compared to how much the military will hurt you."

She finally released her grip, allowing him to get up and get circulation back into his arm. Her message was clear.

"I know I am up against it, but I have to do this."

"Do you know who will be listed as your next of kin? Me. With you in Afghanistan, I will be a wreck. I will be afraid of every phone call, in case it's about you. I will be afraid of receiving any mail, in case it's a condolence letter. Then one day, two sharply dressed marines will knock on the door to break the news. I'll have to live in fear of that as well. How can I survive like that? Please, reconsider this madness."

"I won't. I can't. Sorry," was all that came out.

Resolute in his decision, Kyle walked up to the nearest recruitment office and signed up. The man behind the desk looked at him curiously. Someone of his size and build did not exactly belong in a battlefield. He signed in the appropriate places and soon he was told to report to Fort Totten for training.

On the day of his departure, Dana clung on to him like a drowning man holding on to a rope. Tears flowed freely down her eyes, and she sullenly refused to let go. 




Siblings and Lovers Ch. 03



"I know how much you will miss me and believe me, I will miss you even more, but I have made my decision. I have to go."

After a lot of cajoling and comforting, she finally let go of him and he was on his way.

The physical training was intense, and his drill sergeant was unusually cruel. There were times when he thought he should return, but those haunting images flashed before his eyes, keeping him there. They trained in impossible terrain and endured many hardships. It was all for a greater cause.

Then finally the day came, his squadron was sent to Kabul. From there, they would go to Bagram Air Base and get their assignments. The trip was difficult, but a few days later they were finally there. It was the start of the war and the battle was intense. Every day the militants would rain down RPGs and improvised crude bombs. The main supply route was also frequently under attack. Kyle was in one of the squadrons assigned to protect the convoys.

The days seemed like hell, but the nights were even worse. The biting cold, coupled with the constant sound of shelling, meant no sleep for him. But he felt good. Finally those visions of falling buildings had ceased. Over the first two and a half months, the army destroyed the closest militant hideouts. Things stabilized around the base, which became a launching pad for further assaults deeper into Taliban territory. 

As the dust settled, Kyle settled into his new life too. He began to enjoy putting himself out there and fighting for his country. Deep down, he knew that he was fighting for himself. He was reclaiming his life. That day at the subway station, his mental state almost killed him, and now it had metamorphosed him into something else entirely. 

The only blemish was that he had been completely out of touch with Dana. Given the remote and dangerous location, there was no means of personal communication. Then one day, he received a call from his commanding officer.

"You have a visitor. She is waiting for you in the main building."

Visitor? She? He instinctively knew who it was. He tried to work out how she got here as he walked into the main building. In the main lobby, wearing a smart suit and trousers was his sister. She spotted him and ran over to hug him tightly. He felt the familiar feeling of warmth wash over him as they held each other for the first time in months.

"How have you been? There was no news from the front. I was worried sick."

"I am fine. Never mind that, what are you doing here? It's a war zone."

"I know. The firm I work for is consulting with Blackwater, those overpaid private military contractors who are fighting with you. They wanted one of us to go the heart of the battle and do a financial assessment. Basically an estimate of how much money they need to put into the war effort. As you can guess, not many suits were willing to go down to Ground Zero, but I jumped at the chance. Now I can finally see you again. I will be here for a few weeks at least. We can spend some time together."

Kyle listened spellbound. She had risked life and limb to come here and visit him. A gruff voice broke the silence. It was his commanding officer.

"So now that you have met our auditor, it's your responsibility to show her around so that she can get on with her inspections. Take a car from the motor pool."

Smiling from ear to ear, Kyle escorted Dana to the vehicle lot and pulled out a Humvee. She got into the passenger seat and he took her on a tour of the base first. He showed her the airstrip, the control tower, the barracks and the other buildings as she took notes. 

"Thanks, this should be enough to get started," she said with a smile at the end of the tour.

"It's a shame that we have war here. This place is actually quite beautiful. The mountains are scenic and the ravines are spellbinding as well."

"Really? Why don't you show some of these places?"

Wordlessly, Kyle drove the Humvee out of the gate. He drove along the winding mountain road as they passed gorges and valleys. The scenery was breathtaking. She looked about with childlike wonder in her eyes. Finally, the vehicle reached a viewpoint. They got out and marvelled at the rocky valley. They got back inside after a while and started heading for the base. 

Unable to restrain herself any longer, she leaned over and kissed Kyle on the lips. He stopped driving to return that kiss. Their tongues moved in unison. She withdrew her tongue to say something, but was cut short by an explosion behind them.

It was a remnant group of militia. They had taken cover behind the mountain ridge and were firing RPGs at them. 

Galvanized into action, Kyle drove as fast as he could. He zigzagged to avoid getting hit. The blasts kept coming, some to the right of the car, some to the left. They were still a few miles from the base. The shooter had a clear view from his vantage point as he kept firing. 

After some time, the frequency of blasts reduced. They were slowly going out of range. Then an RPG slammed into the back of the Humvee. Thankfully, neither of them was wearing a seatbelt and they were both thrown clear of the wreckage.

Dana lay face down on the road. She had numerous injuries all over her body. Her limbs were in excruciating pain. Using all her strength, she lifted her head to see Kyle sprawled unconscious just a few feet away from her. The only thought that came to her mind was that they would die in this godforsaken place, far away from home.

Slowly, Kyle stirred. He opened his eyes and looked at her, smiling with relief. His expression abruptly changed to one of horror as he looked further down the road. He began crawling on his stomach towards her, his eyes fixed on an object further down the road.

Dana turned her head to see a small, shiny object by the side of the road, several feet to her right. She recoiled in horror as she realized it was a rocket which hadn't exploded. It was just lying there, like a time-bomb which could go off at any second. Kyle clambered on top of her and blocked her view of the bomb, using his body to shield her against the imminent explosion. 

She couldn't see anything, but realized what was happening and tried to push him off. Then she heard the blast. The ground under her shook momentarily as the shockwave hit them. The force of it caused Kyle's limp body to roll off her.

Immediately, Dana got on her hands and knees and saw him lying flat against the dusty road. There was shrapnel embedded in his limbs as well as his back. Barely conscious, he motioned her to use his walky-talky to contact the base. 

That was when he passed out. 

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For all those who go far away from home to fight our wars, because we can't. 



Siblings and Lovers Ch. 04



Can't believe I've already reached chapter 4. The story won't make much sense unless you have read the previous chapters. Keep voting and giving feedback. Your inputs are important to my thought process for the forthcoming chapters.





Siblings and Lovers Ch. 04



"But," Leah said, still reeling from shock. "That post has been vacant for..." 

"Well it's filled now. Anyone who has a problem with that is welcome to take it up with me!" said Stella, knowing perfectly well that no one in the firm would risk a confrontation with her. "And why don't you take the rest of the day off. You look overworked."

Leah almost fainted on hearing that last sentence. In a daze, she went back to her desk.

"Look," Kyle started. "You have no obligation to give me the job because I saved your life."

"And you had no obligation to jump in front of a train for a complete stranger, but you did, didn't you?"

Speechless Kyle stood there as she picked up the photo frame.

"I took that picture from the phone and had it printed and framed. As a reminder of the stranger, who showed me the kindness and bravery I didn't believe anyone to be capable of." 

Saying this she handed it to him. He examined it carefully. For a picture taken off a phone, it was good. It was just of his face, his neck turned looking away from the camera. He looked positively heroic in it. He smiled as he remembered that his supposed act of 'heroism' was actually a suicide attempt. That seemed ages ago. So much had happened since. He was a completely different person now.

"Okay then, thank you for the job. When do I start?"

"Anytime you want. Come over at your convenience and get into that adjacent office. Your work ... sorry, our work, will be already there. We will be making impossible designs in here. If you have any queries whatsoever, contact me on this number. Anytime 24/7."

She gave him her private number as she spoke. Any other employee would be fired just for knowing the number, let alone using it. She took his number as well and put it on her speed dial. He was slightly embarrassed to see that she had saved it under the name 'GuardianAngelKyle'. 

"So I'll see you on Monday, Ms. Rousseau."

"How dare you? It's Stella for you. If you call me that again, I will fire you on the spot." she said with mock anger.

Kyle left the office still feeling giddy and light-headed leaving Stella to her own devices. Once he was gone, her heart stopped racing and her pulse returned to normal. She smiled inwardly. There were things she wanted to tell Kyle but couldn't just yet; deep, personal things. 

"There will be time for that later."



Siblings and Lovers Ch. 05



Returning to this storyline after a while. I left it mainly due to my editor backing out due to real world work and commitments. 

"External scars eventually heal. Our inner scars, though, don't let us forget them."- Calanthe

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"I'm sorry, but I will not be able to come home tonight."

"Again? This is the fourth time this week. You're working way too hard." said Dana over the phone, clearly exasperated.

"I am so sorry Dana, but there is such a huge amount of work to be done here that I have to stay."

"Is your boss living up to her reputation as a bitch? Is that why you are tied up at the office?"

"No no no. She is very approachable. In fact, if I tell her right now, she will let me go home. I can't do that and leave her with this much work to do."

Kyle was in a dilemma. On one hand, he yearned to go home to Dana's comforting arms and on the other hand, there was so much work to be done. Stella had personally taken up the decoration job for the Mayor's ball. She was putting in night after night to make that event better than the previous year (also done by her). She had gone so far out of her way to make him feel comfortable that it was impossible to ask for more.

"I'll talk to you later, Dana."

These fancy New York parties required months of pre planning. Just the ambience had been conceptualized by the team of designers for several months. For Kyle, this was a massive leap. He had never handled something of this scale in his previous job. Enthusiastically, he threw himself at it. Stella loved his endeavour and began to value and respect his professional opinion. She still seemed to be in the afterglow of his heroic act.

He had just put the phone down, when Stella walked in from her adjacent cubicle. 

"You seem to be working hard."

"Speak for yourself, Stella. I can barely see you behind that stack of designs."

"You can go home if you want. You've done enough this week."

Kyle thought about it.

"What would you say if one of the other designers asked to go home?"

She considered it briefly before saying, "I would say- go home and stay there."

"Exactly my point. Treat me the same way you would treat them."

"But I don't want to. You are such a special person. Moreover, you are the only one on my wavelength here. I made the right choice by picking you as my personal assistant designer."

"Thank you for that. Now if you will excuse me, I have to get back to deciding what would look good on the walls."

"The atmosphere here is too stifling. How about we continue this work from my private studio?"

"That's in your house, right?"

"Yeah," she said curiously.

Kyle took a deep breath and started. "So essentially you want me to go back to your place."

She gave him her most charming smile.

"I suppose so, yes. But you will still be working."

He studied her expression for a few seconds.

"All right then. Let's go."

Stella smiled inwardly. This was going to be the closest thing to a date she ever had. They drove to her place on Madison Avenue. She had bought an old building, formerly a small apartment complex and renovated it completely to her liking. This was her personal sanctuary. For the first time in her life, someone else would enter this sacred ground.

Stepping inside, Kyle gasped. Stella Rousseau was one of the world's best interior designers but her house was something else entirely. Every room was decorated in a surreal fashion. Everything from the walls to the furnishing was beautiful and unique in its own way. She lived alone and had a maid come from time to time. From what he could see, she ate very little and that too at exotic events.

Kyle followed her up the stairs. The walls were intricately inlaid with a plethora of complex designs. She had thrown her most creative impulses into this place. The first floor seemed even grander with motifs of various scenes delicately inlaid into the walls and ceiling. He went into her private studio and took a pile of design plans and started working.

She worked quietly beside him, stealing the occasional glance. He was a picture of concentration as he went about his work. After a couple of hours, she put the plans aside.

"Alright. Enough work for today. We can finish the rest later."

"I guess I should get going now."

"No. Don't go, please. It's the first time I have someone here I can talk to."

Kyle sensed the loneliness in her voice. He had known for some time what lay beneath the wraps of this office martinet. She was just like everybody else he knew- flawed. Only, she was too proud to admit it, even to herself.

He was broken out of his thoughts when she returned with a large bottle of red wine and two glasses. The ambience was perfect, the lights were dim- he could have made the first move right there, but he had other plans with her.

"How often do you do it?"

Stella looked up in surprise. 

"How often do I do what?"

Kyle moved closer to her and gently held her sides. His face bore that trademark smile that inspired so much warmth and confidence.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of. Believe me, I understand. What you go through every day- the stress, the deadlines, the interactions. I do not judge you or think less of you for it."

She stared at him for a few long moments before she realized. She looked down trying to hide her face in shame.

"How did you know?" she said, without even looking up.

"You wear full sleeves all the time. It's not that tough to figure out why.

"And yet you are the only one who noticed."

"I see you at work every day," Kyle started. "The amount of stress you go through is unbelievable. Add to that the inherent pressure of trying to prove yourself in a corporate environment filled with sexist clichés and the pressure exceeds the tipping point. No one else notices because they are too afraid of you to look any closer. To them, you are a drill sergeant in a suit. I looked closer and I saw the you that hides inside- scared and insecure."

She still could not make eye contact. Kyle sensed her embarrassment and gently asked.

"So answer me, Stella. How often do you cut yourself?"

"Two to three times a week," she said, her voice quivering.

Tears were beginning to form in the corners of her eyes.

"I can't stop. I tried, but I can't stop."

Stella was visibly crying now. Kyle embraced her close to his chest.

"Shh.. don't cry." 

Pulling her away, he reached up to gently wipe her tears.

"You must think I'm pathetic. I need to cut my arm to feel good about myself."

"Not at all. It does not make you pathetic, it makes you human. We all have our own flaws and our own scars."

"You don't. Just look at yourself, so perfect in every way."

He thought for a brief instant before standing up.

"Let me show you my scars."

Turning around, he unbuttoned his shirt. She let out an audible gasp when he let his shirt fall to the floor.

Kyle's back was covered with surgical scars. They were in different stages of healing. Some were still raw and others had a dark line of skin over them. These scars crisscrossed all over the length and breadth of his back and the back of his thighs. The shrapnel had quite literally ripped his back to shreds.

"As I said, we all have our scars. Some of us just hide them better."

She just gaped on in wonder.

"Go ahead, touch them."

She stood up and tentatively prodded a scar near his shoulder. He flinched a bit, but stayed relatively still. Her fingertip traced a long scar all the way from the back of his neck down to his waist. 

"How? Why?"

"In Afghanistan. RPG shell blew up a few feet away from me."

"I don't understand. Your scars are from fighting for your country. Mine are just pathetic little signs of cowardice."

"Mine aren't as glorious as you made them out to be."

He sat down beside her. She looked at him curiously and waited for an answer.

"Around eight months ago, I saw my world disintegrate in front of my eyes, literally. My parents were in the North Tower on 9/11. I watched on from my window as the two towers came crashing down. Along with them, the carefully constructed cocoon I built to shield myself from reality disappeared."

"I am so sorry......"

"That day left an empty place in my heart," he went on. "I desperately searched for answers. I never got them. I thought I could get over their loss only if I felt I was doing something about it, so I enlisted. It was the most stupid decision of my life." 

"What?"

"I made friends with a fellow Marine, Lewis Howe. We met during training at Fort Totten and became good friends. There was this one day; we were manning a supply route just outside Kandahar. We were in adjacent jeeps escorting the convoy through a treacherous pass. It was tough as the militants would show up when you least expected them and open fire. We had made it to relative safety, when it happened."

Kyle paused for a moment, dredging out this painful memory from the innermost caverns of his mind. There was the hint of moisture in his eyes when he resumed.

"Suddenly an RPG came out of nowhere straight at my jeep. I swerved in the nick of time, but the jeep behind me stood no chance. I still remember the sickening explosion. Rushing out, I saw pieces of Lewis everywhere."

Stella was listening in rapt attention, her eyes glistening as he went on.

"I looked in the direction of the attack and saw a dilapidated house. There was a bearded man on top clutching the RPG tube and dancing. I can't explain it, but suddenly I was overwhelmed by this all-consuming rage. My world went dark and all I could see was him with the tube."

Her eyes went wide as he continued.

"I ran into the house and ran up a flight of stairs before coming face to face with him. He had this look of manic joy. I didn't even take out my gun as I simply jumped on him. He tried fighting back, but I took the tube from his hand and hit him hard enough on the head for his skull to cave in. Looking up, I saw two kids, hardly five, clutching each other tightly. That was when the grim reality of what I had done hit me- I had beaten a man to death while his kids watched."

His tone was becoming more strained as he went on.

"Since that day, I have recalled the look on their faces so many times. I have tried rationalizing it as a reality of war and as a necessary revenge but it will not change the fact that I put two children through what I experienced on the day I saw my parents die in front of me." 

She finally looked up at him, processing what he said. Unable to restrain herself any longer she kissed a scar on his back. He shuddered as she gently ran her lips up the length of the injury. After a while, he turned around and cupped her chin and made her look up into his eyes.

"Your turn. Show me your scars."

Stella was reluctant. She got up and moved to the end of the room. Kyle sensed her trepidation and stood by her side.

"It's alright. Nothing to be ashamed of. The only way you can move on from these scars is to accept them."

She turned away, ashamed. He embraced her tightly. "It's okay. I still respect you. Now roll up your sleeves."

Unable to make eye contact, she took a deep breath and slowly rolled up her sleeves to the elbow. Underneath, her flawless white skin was marred by multiple cuts and marks. Some were less than an inch long. The ones near to her elbow were much longer. She had been doing this for a long time.

"Are you happy now?" she said, visibly distraught. "You have seen me for exactly what I am- a cutter."

"I think you're beautiful. Give me that arm." 

Tentatively, she held out her arm as Kyle kissed it. Her sobbing was becoming more and more copious as he gently held on.

"Come with me, please."

Kyle followed her to the top floor. She opened the doors to her bedroom and led them inside. He gasped at what he saw.

On the wall was an artistic masterpiece. It was a large portrait inlaid in mosaic and feldspar. The phosphorescence from the feldspar gave the dark room an eerie, almost surreal glow. The portrait itself was intricately designed and the detail was magnificent.

"Is that me?"

It was Kyle's photo from the subway. Every minute detail had been encapsulated perfectly. The mural lit up much of the room.

"Wow.. that's nice."

She turned to him and asked, "You think so? I made it myself."

"I think it's the third most beautiful thing in the room."

She looked at him with a look of loving confusion.

"Third?"

"You are the second most beautiful thing in this room and the first is...."

Stella craned her neck over to listen as Kyle leaned over to gently whisper it into her ear.

"....your scars."

The sheer emotion of the moment overwhelmed her as she grabbed his shoulders and pushed him on the bed. Gently, delicately she took off his clothes one by one. He passively lay there as she finished undressing him. Taking a step back, she admired his naked form on her bed.

Kyle knew this was wrong. Having sex with his boss never looked like a good idea, but he had broken bigger taboos already. Just like Dana, Stella wanted him not out of raw lust, but a deep and profound sense of love.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. You looked behind the façade at the ugliness of my core and never turned away."

"Do you know what I saw behind the curtain? A vulnerable core. The heart of someone who has tried so hard to succeed that she buried all their humanity and affection. I am the first person you let in. Right?"

She nodded gently. Before he could speak again, she started shedding her clothes. The pale glow of the moonlight coupled with the glow from the mural was the perfect backdrop for her gorgeous naked form. Kyle gaped in awe as he saw more of it. Apart from her arms, every part of her body was smooth and flawless.

She was a sight to behold in her underwear, letting him drink it in for a few minutes. He smiled as she reached behind to take off her bra. Soon, her gorgeous breasts were exposed. They were perfectly round and firm with pale aureolas and beautiful pink nipples which stood out. 

Soon, her panties came off and her pussy was visible. It was a beautiful shade of pink and he saw her luscious vulva peeking out from under her folds.

"Like it? I shaved just for you."

"You had this planned all along? To get me in bed."

"I was going to keep my top on, to cover my arms, but essentially yes. I have wanted you so badly since that day when you saved my life. It sounds so silly, but I built up a fantasy of what you would be like, what you would say. You were my first imaginary friend."

"Did I live up to your fantasy?"

"You are so much more than I could ever imagine. Thank you for coming into my life."

With this, she knelt down and kissed him deeply. Their tongues interlocked and played with each other as her hands roamed all over his body. There was no rush, no haste as their arms explored tantalizing parts of each other's bodies. Their movements were in complete harmony.

Kyle disengaged from the kiss and let his lips roam to her neck. He spent some time on her neck, kissing and nibbling at it as her arousal built. He moved to her luscious breasts and gently kissed the firm flesh. She gasped with pleasure as he concentrated his efforts on her aureola and then held her nipple between his teeth. Her moans resonated around the room as he continued his tender ministrations on her.

Moving even lower he reached her labia. Holding them apart with his hands, he gently prodded her inner lips with his tongue. This caused a wave of arousal to sweep over her body and she clamped down on his face with her thighs. He continued slurping away at her clit until she reached down and grabbed his hair. Then, she gently pulled him on top of her.

She gazed at his face expectantly, waiting for him to enter her. Kyle was in deep thought. Would this act mean cheating on Dana? What exactly did he have with Dana? Stella lost her patience and grabbed his waist and forced him down into her wet pussy.

Resigned to the fact that he would have to go through with it, he started a gentle to and fro motion. The constant nagging thought remained at the back of his mind though- was he cheating? 

Soon she climaxed hard. Kissing him gently on the cheek, she started getting dressed.

"Do you have any family left?"

Kyle looked at her in surprise. Had she guessed the cause of his reluctance?

"My sister, Dana. We have always been close, but ever since Mom and Dad passed away, we are all that we have. She could not bear to stay away from me."

"Where is she right now?"

"In my apartment, waiting for me to return."

"Then go home. That's an order."

He turned away and started to get dressed.

"And Kyle........... can you help me stop? I really want to be able to wear short sleeves someday."

He looked back at her smiling. "Each time you feel the urge, call me up."

She walked up to him and held him in a tight embrace. He held her gently.

"Thank you Kyle, for everything. You are a very special human being."

It was close to midnight when Kyle's car drew up beside the apartment building. Softly he made his way into his room, afraid to wake Dana. He went to the bedroom to find it empty. Puzzled, he looked around to find her. Finally, he saw her sitting on the balcony ledge, gazing emptily at the brilliantly lit metropolis. He went over and sat beside her.

"Tough day at work, huh?" she asked wistfully, still staring at the horizon. 

"The Mayor's ball is a pretty big deal for the firm, more so for Stella."

"I thought she would be ingratiated to you for saving her life and go easy on you."

"She is easy on me," Kyle said. "Everybody else at the firm shakes in fear when they see her. To me however, she is less of a boss and more of a friend. You won't believe how far out of her way she goes for me."

"Why are you suddenly singing her praises?" Dana said and turned to face him. She curiously studied the expression on her brother's face for some time. Abruptly, her face cracked up in a wicked smile.

"You slept with her. Didn't you?"

"WHAT!" Kyle said, desperate to cover it up. "She is my boss. I would never......"

"Don't lie to me. I know that face. Have you forgotten that I can read you like a book?"

There was no use hiding anything from her. Heaving a sigh of resignation, he sheepishly admitted, "Yeah. Just now."

"Well...."

"Well what?"

"How was it?"

He immediately flushed deep red with embarrassment.

"Dana!"

"Oh come on, you've never hidden something from me before. Tell me, how was it?"

"It was," Kyle started, trying to form appropriate words, "good."

"Good. That's it?!"

"Dana, I am not that comfortable having this conversation with you. Could we please change the topic?"

"Your wish."

He stared outside in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes, unsure of how to ask the one burning question in his mind.

"You can tell me."

He turned towards her in surprise.

"Look at how fidgety you are. You are clearly nervous. You haven't looked me in the eye since you came back, so you are ashamed of something and want to ask me whether something you did was alright. I think I have a pretty good idea what."

Kyle gave a wry smile. The Walsh siblings knew each other to the point that they could not hide anything.

"So, what do you want to know?"

He took some time to organize all his thoughts before starting.

"Do you want this for me? Look, I will always be there for you as a brother; no one can take that away. But, I really do not want to cheat on one of you with the other. Just say the word, and I will end things with Stella right now."

Dana lowered her arm and patted her shoulder. Kyle gently rested his head on it as they kept staring at the city below them.

"I am so happy for you. You have someone else who feels this way about you."




Siblings and Lovers Ch. 05



"You are?"

"Absolutely. I will always love you from the core of my heart, but as a loving older sister should."

"What about 'us' and what we did this past year?"

"We have to put that behind us. We came together out of desperation and loneliness."

"But there was always love. You cannot deny that."

"Listen to me Kyle," Dana started, "What we had was special. I would not trade it for the world. But we have to move on. Mom and Dad would have wanted that. We have to stop whatever we are doing for their sake."

"But what about you? I can clearly make out the pain in your voice. You have not found anybody yet and don't think you ever will."

"Well Kyle," Dana said, smiling, "You are a tough act to follow."

"And you still want me to see her?"

"I never said it would be easy, but it is something I will have to do. I will spend several nights crying and regretting my decision, but in the long run, I know I will hate myself if I don't let you go."

As if on cue, the neighbour started playing Violet Hill on full volume. Dana and Kyle held each other tightly as the reality of this conversation sank in. The lyrics reached "If you love me, won't you let me go........." and they smiled at each other.

Stepping back inside the room they lay down beside each other and went off to sleep. The gentle melody kept playing in the background as they lay in bed holding each other. What they felt could not be defined by anything. Love was too mundane.

For all those who have scars, but are too proud to admit it. 



Siblings and Lovers Ch. 06



Sorry for the delay in posting this chapter, but I had trouble finding an editor. Hope you guys enjoy it. 

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A frail six year old boy held on tightly to his stuffed giraffe, Tommy. The rain was battering at the windows at an alarming rate and thunder was flashing frequently. It was one of the worst storms he had ever seen in his life. He clutched his giraffe harder, willing it to make the storm stop.

He watched, terrified as a flash of lightning streaked across the middle of the sky, splitting it in a momentary dazzling line. He got out of bed and cowered in the corner, anticipating the loud crack of thunder.

The tempest did not disappoint. Moments later, the sky roared at him with a fearsome sound. He shivered and cried softly as the sound reverberated in the room. It was so loud, he could almost feel himself shaking in the aftermath. On that cold dark night, that boy felt all alone.

The door to his room opened. His nine year old sister stood in the doorway, with tousled hair and a sleepy expression on her face. She studied the crouching form of her brother and smiled.

"Still afraid of the storm, Kyle?"

He just nodded. She always seemed to know what was going on in his mind.

"That last crack of thunder woke me up. I knew you would be afraid so I came. Now, go back to bed. I am sleeping beside you tonight."

With some reluctance, Kyle slid back under the covers. His sister climbed up beside him. They were facing each other. He got that familiar feeling of warmth and confidence radiating from her face.

"Thanks, Dana."

She affectionately stroked his face, which she found cute, and then cuddled up to him, wrapping her arms around his back. He buried his face in her comforting shoulder as she gently patted his hair and softly ran her fingers through them.

"Remember, little brother, your big sister will always be there for you. I promise."

There was an even brighter flash of lightning followed by a deafening roar of thunder, but this time Kyle wasn't scared. He knew that he was safe in the protective arms of his sister. He fell asleep.

Suddenly, he awoke to a different scene. He was no longer six and Dana was no longer nine. They were adults, but she still held on to him with that affectionate embrace as they lay in bed. The bed was in the middle of a field. Dana awoke soon after and looked straight into his eyes. Her expression was cold and emotionless, as if the life force had been drawn out of her. Her eyes had no vitality in them. She just looked at him, wallowing sorrow writ large on her face.

"Why did you leave me, Kyle? You know how much I loved you."

Taken aback, he tried to stammer a response. "I know, but you said it was okay for me..."

The sentence remained incomplete as her eyes moistened. The grief was emanating from every pore of her face.

"I said that to make you happy, but you know that I love you so much. Do you have any idea how hard it has been for me to let go?"

She got up off the bed and slowly began walking away.

"Wait, where are you going?"

Dana turned, her spectral, emotionless gaze resting on Kyle.

"I am going away. You are someone else's now. Goodbye Kyle."

He jumped out of bed and tried following her, his flowing tears mingling with the swirling rain.

"Please stay. I love you too."

"It's too late Kyle. I have to go."

He chased her over the drenched grass, desperately hoping to hold onto her. She kept moving further and further away and he kept running. Finally, they were out of the clearing and facing two tall buildings. She turned to face him one last time.

"Goodbye Kyle. Make Stella happy. And know that I always loved you."

There was a massive crack of thunder and both buildings spontaneously collapsed, burying Dana in a pile of rubble and smoke.

Kyle Walsh woke up with a start. His heart was beating wildly and his pulse was erratic. He stifled a scream of anguish in his throat. He took a deep breath to calm himself and gazed at his sister's tranquil sleeping form curled up against him. Her arm was draped over his body. He reached over to gently caress her cheek as she slept peacefully.

Just days after their resolution, he was already feeling guilt at leaving Dana. She had always been there when he needed her. Maybe he should be with her now that she needs him more than ever. He checked the digital clock on the bedside table. The glowing LEDs announced 4:45 am. He fell asleep again.

"Do I have to come?"

"It would really mean a lot to me. I worked pretty hard to put this event in place. I don't get why you are complaining though, so many people would kill to be invited to the Mayor's ball. This is the biggest party of the year."

"I don't know. I have never been much of a party person."

"This is not just any party. The entire glitterati of the city will be there. I had to go through so much trouble to get an extra pass for you."

"Fine," said Dana, "I have never been able to say no to you anyway."

"Thank you so much. Besides it would be the ideal place to meet someone, get back on the horse," Kyle added with a smile.

Scowling at him, she left the room.

He sat down on his bed. There were several thoughts running through his mind. It had been a month since their emotional resolution on his ledge. Even though Dana had told him to go after Stella, he could make out that she was visibly hurting. Ever since they had moved to New York, she had not been on a single date. He desperately wanted her to be happy.

The ball was the most talked about event on the New York social calendar. The guest list was only slightly more impressive than the decorations.

The Walsh siblings made their way to the ball. Kyle immediately started chatting with Stella and the other people he knew. Several guys tried flirting with Dana, with precious little success. 

It was time for the dance, when he suddenly spotted Dana sitting all by herself in the corner with a drink in her hand. She looked so distant and lonely. He politely spurned Stella's offer for a dance and walked up to her. 

"May I have the pleasure of this dance?"

Dana looked up, a strange half smile playing on her lips.

"I thought we were not going to be intimate any more?"

"Intimate? This is just a little brother asking if his beautiful big sister will dance with him."

Unable to refuse this simple request, she held his hand and led him to the dance floor. The music changed to a slower tempo as they held each other gently, their pace slow and measured. Glancing over, he saw Stella observing them as they waltzed across the floor. He was unsure what to make of her expression. 

After the dance, he went over and introduced Dana.

"Stella, this is my sister Dana."

"It's so nice to finally meet you. Kyle has told me so much about you," said Stella warmly extending a hand.

"Likewise. He thinks very highly of you as well," said Dana, shaking it.

"Now that you two lovely ladies have met each other, I shall go get a drink while you sit here and discuss me."

They laughed as he disappeared into the crowd.

Stella turned towards Dana.

"He is such a special person, isn't he?"

"Yes he is. After what happened with our parents on 9/11, he was such a pillar of strength and support. I would have gone crazy without him by my side."

"It must have been a terrible experience; he still seems shaken up by it."

"You have no idea. He couldn't sleep for weeks after that incident. I don't think he is still completely over it."

"Well I hope I am making a good impression. This is my first time meeting the boyfriend's family."

"Well, the boyfriend's family is very happy. I am so happy that he is with someone like you. I could not have wanted better for him."

They were interrupted by Kyle returning.

"This party is really getting dull now. We should get going."

The three of them made their way downstairs. He saw Dana throwing a whole stack of napkins away. She looked over at them staring at her actions and gave a sheepish smile.

"Phone numbers. Racked up a lot of them."

Stella laughed, while Kyle put on a fake grin. The guilt was gnawing away at him inside. She had clearly not moved on yet.

They hailed two cabs. Dana got in the first one, Stella insisted that Kyle go back to her place for a drink. Dana playfully egged him on. He got into the cab with Stella, just catching a fleeting glance of Dana wipe a small tear off her cheek.

"I am so sorry, Stella, please forgive me for what I am about to do, but she needs me as well," Kyle thought silently. Just a month after his resolution, he was going to break it.

He just wished that he would not end up hurting her. She had not cut herself all month, but was still on edge. 

This was the tragedy of Kyle Walsh's life. Too many people needed him for themselves and themselves alone.

It was past 10 the next night when Kyle walked back into his apartment. "His apartment" he smirked, knowing that he spent more time with Stella now than in his own place. This time though, he was a man on a mission.

He walked up to his door. Collecting all his thoughts, he carefully went over what he was about to do. He thought back to several months ago when Dana kissed him for the first time, and his reaction. They had both come such a long way since.

He quietly opened the front door. She was in her room, working on some investment proposals. He slunk into the shadow of the door. Craning his head around the corner, he observed as she worked away on her papers. The papers were strewn on the desk and bed as she poured over one of them. He saw bags under her eyes and visible signs of strain on her face. It was obvious to Kyle what was going on.

She was trying to bury herself in her work to forget about him and it was taking its toll on her. 

"Dana," he whispered softly.

She looked up from her work and turned her head in his direction. There was a mixture of happiness and disbelief on her face.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were going to spend the night at..."

"I told her I needed to be somewhere. She doesn't need to know."

"Doesn't need to know what?"

"Doesn't need to know about us."

It took a few long moments for this sentence to register in Dana's mind. Throwing back her wavy black curls, she looked at Kyle incredulously.

"No, Kyle. We can't. We shouldn't. We promised.."

He stepped closer to her, his intense gaze searching her expression. He was very close to her now. Close enough to see her big beady eyes. A solitary teardrop formed in the corner of one and started to make its way downwards. Kyle gently reached out to stop it with his fingertip.

She brushed his hand away and moved back hurriedly. Her hands were trembling with an unknown emotion - desire laced with dread.

"Go back to Stella, please."

"I will. She needs me, but you need me as well. I will never tell her about us. It would break her heart. She loves me a lot."

In one last attempt to dissuade him, Dana said in a quivering tone, "I don't need you Kyle. I'm fine. I don't need help."

He held her shoulders and looked into her eyes. She desperately averted his gaze.

"Look around you. Your papers are all over the place. Your notes are scattered on the table. This from the person who had her assignments neatly arranged by subject, date of submission and colour coded?" he said, waving at the room, "This mess is a scream for help."

This was all that she could take. She spontaneously started crying, her tired face racked by the heavy sobbing.

"You're right. You're always right. I can't live without you. It drives me crazy to see you and not be able to touch you, to kiss you and tell you how much I want you."

"Then don't hold back," he said, as he leant in even closer.

"Kyle, we mustn't."

"Just tell me to stop. Just say it," said Kyle slowly parting his lips as they inched closer to hers. Soon, they were lip-locked in a fiery kiss.

"Oh Kyle! I love you so much. You have no idea how hard the past month has been on me," she panted into his mouth between kisses.

"I love you as well. I always have and I always will. Please understand that she needs me as much as you do, but I will make time for you. I promise."

"Shh.. don't talk, little brother. Just give yourself to me."

She undid her dress in a rush and threw it aside over a pile of papers. Kyle was fumbling with his buttons as Dana unsnapped her bra and her firm breasts popped out. Impatiently she shoved him onto her bed and her hands raced through his buttons. The rest of their clothes came off in a flash as the Walsh siblings stared hungrily at each other's bodies.

"You're so beautiful."

No one said it, yet it hung in the air from their collective consciousness. They never got tired of looking at each other.

She curled up beside his thigh and her dainty right hand gripped his balls. He gasped as she deftly manipulated them between her fingers. She gently cupped one ball and ran her fingernail under it, just scraping the surface. The feeling was of indescribable joy as her fingers moved further back and rubbed his perineum. The other hand, meanwhile, was drawing various shapes on his abdomen and stomach region, the tip of her finger barely touching him.

It was a feeling, soothing beyond measure. 

She smiled her first real smile in some time as she lovingly looked at his face. His eyes were closed as he concentrated on her tranquil ministrations. Finally, he opened them and smiled back at her. She lowered her head and took the first testicle in her mouth. She wrapped her tongue around it and slurped at it and after a while moved to the next one. Her hand had left the balls and was caressing his shaft. 

Kyle felt sanguine ecstasy as she moved her wet lips to his shaft. Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue slipped out and caressed his hardening shaft. She licked up to the very sensitive tip and gently took it in her mouth. He ran his fingers over her scalp and gently let her beautiful hair flow through them. The silky smooth tresses spread out in a heap on his thighs.

She took more of his length into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around the girth and slid down slowly. He threw his head back and arched his throbbing member upwards deeper into her mouth. Dana suppressed her gag reflex and took the tip of his rod into her throat.

He slowly held her head as it bobbed up and down on his towering erection. Saliva was flowing down the sides of his member and pooling underneath. One of his hands left her head and the back of his palm gently rested against her cheek. She took all of him in her mouth and came to a halt as his hand gently made its way to her neck.

Slowly, Kyle could feel his orgasm rising. His entire body was straining in anticipation of a climax. She sensed it as well and kept licking and sucking on his entire length. Finally, he came powerfully and deposited several ropes of semen deep into her throat. Dana detached herself from his deflating member and smiled affectionately at him. She did not spill even a drop.

He took some time time to recover from the force of the last climax. After his gasping had reduced somewhat, he lay her down tenderly and parted her legs. Dana closed her eyes and groaned in anticipation of what was coming. He started by placing gentle kisses on the insides of her thighs while tickling her outer lips with his fingertip.

She moaned appreciatively as one fingertip just sneaked past her lip and brushed the inside of it in a slow motion from the bottom right to her engorged clitoris on the top. Dana squirmed as the finger gently brushed against the clitoris and tickled the bump. The sudden motion made her gasp. He repeated the motion gently over and over again, running his fingertip along the inside of her outer lips. He peered over her mound to see her head off the bed and her mouth curled in ecstasy as he gently penetrated his finger a little further into her, curling it to rub against her vaginal wall.

Kyle applied more pressure as his fingers rubbed against her moist flesh. He withdrew his fingers to a gentle moan of protest and immediately slipped the tip of his tongue inside. Dana gripped his hair tightly and clenched her legs together forcing his mouth into her pussy.

He pressed his lips to her mound and let his roving tongue go in as far and deep as it could into her slit. He let his tongue move around in different parts of her insides, savouring her erotic aroma.

She bucked and thrashed against his face as he continually kept licking the insides of her vagina. Reaching out a finger, he gently rubbed the very centre of her clit. He detached his mouth from her gaping hole to a moan of frustration, but quickly made it up to her by taking her clit between his lips. Gently holding it in place with his front teeth, he lashed at it over and over again with the tip of his tongue.

This new treatment sent waves of pleasure sweeping over her being. She reached down to gently twist one of her hardened nipples as the relentless assault on her sensitive clit continued. Kyle soon entered two fingers into her wet, cavernous orifice and reached until he found what he was looking for- a rough patch of concentrated nerve endings.

Still keeping up the attention to her engorged clit, his fingers started rubbing her G-spot over and over again in circular motions. The dual action was almost too much for Dana to bear as she screamed out, "KYYLLLEEEEE!!!"

In a flash, Kyle stopped both and climbed up on top of her, his erection perfectly aligned with her gushing lower lips. He looked deep into her eyes and found nothing but a passionate love in them. He was in bed with the one person who loved him the most. 

He sank his turgid erection into her in one swift stroke. Drawing back slowly, he repeated it. Soon, he settled into a rhythm of a slow withdrawal followed by a quick in-stroke. After doing this for several minutes, Dana's patience wore out. She quickly flipped him onto his back and impaled herself on his erection with a primal ferocity. She had waited far too long for this and was not prepared to wait a second longer.

She took charge of her brother after and furiously bobbed up and down on his erect penis. Her feral gaze remained transfixed on his face as he tried to thrust upwards to match her motions.

Kyle soon felt a fiery orgasm building in the pit of his stomach. Dana's vaginal muscles clenched around his erection, lifting him to dizzying heights of ecstasy. They began to moan in unison and soon there was a shattering mutual climax.

The world spun out of focus for the Walsh siblings as they lay side by side, gasping and sweating in the aftermath of their orgasms. The bed was crumpled and the already untidy heap of papers was an even bigger mess as they finally regained their composure.

She turned to face him and lovingly caress him. Kyle looked back at her with a look of concern. 

"Stella can never know. She is very fragile and this would break her heart."

Dana nodded in silent agreement.

"Wow, I must say, this entire banquet looks scrumptious."

The Walshes were invited to dinner at Stella's place a week after their secret tryst. They had to pretend like nothing had happened between them.

They were used to it. Fornication between siblings is not something to share with the world after all.

Dana and Stella laid out the table while Kyle fetched the wine. Stella had taken quite a liking to his employee's sister and kept talking to her about various issues. The table was ready as the three of them sat down to eat.

The conversations continued throughout the meal. They ranged from sport to politics to design. Dana even managed to get Stella to think about investing some of her money.

"All right. This conversation is getting too financial for me. I'll take the plates while you lovely ladies pour some of that wine out."




Siblings and Lovers Ch. 06



They laughed heartily as Kyle left with the plates. Stella turned in Dana's direction with a serious expression on her face.

"Dana, I have something very important to discuss with you."

Dana leant in curiously as she went on.

"We both love Kyle and want what is best for him, right?"

Dana nodded curiously.

"He has helped both of us out so much. I was lonely and destructive and his love has made me feel better about myself than I have in years. I can only guess how much support and love he gave you."

"My brother is.." Dana's voice trailed off as she quickly wiped some moisture from the corners of her eyes. "... a very special person. He has been there all my life whenever I needed him."

Stella reached out a hand to gently pat her on the shoulder. The two women silently counted their blessings at being close to someone so rare.

"There is something I want Kyle to do. I know he will resist, which is why I need you to help me convince him."

"What is it?"

Stella told her. Dana's eyebrows shot up in surprise. She lowered her voice to a hushed tone.

"Are you sure about this?"

"He has always been there to help us overcome our demons. I think that we need to return the favour now."

"But are you sure he can go through with it?" said Dana, concerned about what their scheme might do to her little brother.

"He has to. He needs to. I owe it to him," said Stella with a knowing smile, her sleeveless Valentino dress giving her an air of sartorial elegance.

They were interrupted by Kyle reappearing from the kitchen smiling heartily at something. He began talking in his usual cheery tone.

"You two will never guess what hap...."

His sentence was cut short as he saw the sombre expressions on their faces. An uneasy silence hung in the air. Dana moved one seat to her left and patted the empty chair between her and Stella.

"Sit down, Kyle. We need to talk."

He sat down between the two of them, unsure and quizzical. Stella turned to him first.

"You know how much your sister and I love you, right?"

He nodded warily. Stella looked over towards his sister who nodded. The tension in the air was palpable. 

"We want you to do something for us," said Dana from his other side, carefully measuring every word. "Can you do that for us, bro?"

"What is it?" said Kyle, barely audible.

Stella took out a pamphlet from her pocket and handed it to Kyle. He studied the cover carefully for a while. The two girls eyed him apprehensively, awaiting his reaction. It was a long while later, that he looked up from the pamphlet and turned to face Dana, a bewildered expression on his face.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. Stella and I want you to do this. It's her idea, but I agree. You need this."

Kyle could not form words in his mouth. His throat was dry and he got a glass of water and took a sip, a chaotic mess of jumbled thoughts in his head.

"Dana, you of all people should know why I can't do this."

She held his arm tightly and placed her other hand on his shoulder. Her eyes radiated a loving warmth and confidence.

"I will be there right by your side every step of the way. Don't you forget that."

Stella got up and hugged him from behind. Her lightly scarred but soft arms wrapped around his neck. She brought her lips to his ear and soothingly whispered in his ear, "Don't forget. I will be there too."

Kyle Walsh was at a loss for words. The two women who meant more to him than anything else had asked him to face his greatest fear. The pamphlet advertising the one year anniversary candle light vigil for 9/11 lay on the table.

He slowly picked it up.

"I can't believe you talked me into this," muttered Kyle under his breath. Two weeks later, he was standing on Trinity Plaza. There was a veritable throng of faces around him, but the only two he cared about were right by his side.

He looked up at the site where just a year back, he had witnessed the death of his parents. The skyline somehow seemed incomplete without the two colossal towers. It had taken all his preparation and mental fortitude to just stand in the same street, but soon he was going to walk right past it.

A volunteer came by and handed the three of them candles. Soon the entire dark road was lit up with hundreds of candle lights moving in slow unison.

Kyle tried to walk, but it seemed like he was rooted to the spot, his nightmare still playing on his mind.

Almost at once, he felt two comforting arms clutch him from either side. He looked left and then right to see them waiting for him to take his first step. The first step towards the completion of his healing process. The first step towards finally putting this memory under wraps.

Flanked on either side by these two pillars of support, Kyle Walsh did the bravest thing of his adult life.

He held a burning candle and walked down a road.

*

To all those who walked with me last year at the 10th anniversary candle light vigil for the victims of 9/11.

And to New York, the city with a heart. A heart that will always beat for those who lost their lives that day. 



Siblings and Lovers Ch. 07



Nearing the end now. Just one chapter after this. Do give your valuable votes and comments.




"OHH YESS!! KEEP DOING THAT!"

Dana was on her back, while Kyle had two of his fingers inside her. He kept driving them back and forth into her sopping wet vagina. It called out to him as he ran his tongue over her clit repeatedly. She screamed out in ecstasy as torrents of pleasure cascaded over her being.

She felt fulfilled like never before. The taboo aspect of incest was further compounded by the fact that Kyle was cheating on Stella and the result was an explosive carnal passion that swept them. She clasped her thighs around his head in a tight grip as he inserted his tongue deep inside her and kept grinding away at her clit with the flat palm of his hand.

Suddenly, there was emptiness, the tongue and hand were gone. She opened her eyes and looked up to see Kyle lining up his hardon with her slick pussy lips. Dana gazed into his eyes expectantly as he sank it in in one motion. It felt heavenly as he slowly, deliberately inched his hard tool all the way out of her labia and then forcefully thrust it inside.

She lost herself in the ecstasy of the repeated motion as Kyle slammed his hips into her pelvis over and over again sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Every nerve ending was alive and multiplying her sanguine feeling as the motion repeated itself with a pendulous rhythm.

All at once, Dana felt the start of an orgasm. She was getting closer and closer, hurtling towards an immense climax. She shut her eyes, losing herself completely in the pure carnal bliss of the fornication.

Higher and higher she rose, closer to the precipice of reason and guilt as the pent up love she had for her brother swept over her and forced a tremendous climax out of her. Colours flashed before her eyes as the force behind the climax shook her entire being.

Torrents of cum gushed out from her and soaked all over his pubic hair as she shook in the throes of her intense orgasm. Her toes curled and her legs wrapped themselves tightly around his body as he let loose and buried himself inside her with one final thrust and deposited his seed deep inside her.

She arched her back to maximize the penetration of his member and then fell back on her bed, gasping and panting with pleasure. The collective sexual energy in the room slowly tapered off as Dana raised her head to look at her brother. 

Kyle sat at the foot of the bed, his head half turned away and drooping. She saw the trail of a solitary tear along the cheek facing her. 

Immediately, she got up and brushed it off, wrapping her arms around his head.

"What's wrong?"

"I am such a horrible person for cheating on Stella."

The words struck her hard. He was feeling guilt welling up inside him. Dana tried her best to comfort him by whispering in his ear how much she loved him, to no avail. He would not stop sobbing.

Finally, he got up to go to work. She sighed as she saw his retreating form leave the apartment. There were several things which she wanted to tell him, but couldn't in his present state of mind, most importantly that she had missed her last period.

–

Stella was impatiently waiting for Kyle in the firm. This was a very stressful time for her. Her company was about to have an IPO. There had been considerable interest in all the major business journals around the world and the expected valuation was over half a billion. Along with the IPO came all the risks, the stresses and the work. This was the time she needed the loving support of Kyle the most and he was not there.

Over the past several weeks, he had been disappearing more and more. He kept saying something about having "things to do" and she believed him unquestioningly. She could not even imagine that he would cheat on her. He was way too good a person for that. But yes, it did leave her alone and vulnerable when she needed him to be there for her the most.

"Voice mail again! Fuck!" she cursed under her breath.

Finally, she saw the figure of Kyle slink in through the front entrance. Unable to restrain herself any longer, she ran down several to the elevator exit and waited till he stepped out. It took all her self control not to kiss him right then, but she dragged him arm first into her office and locked the door behind her.

"It's been too long," she gasped as she forced her lips onto his and thrust her tongue inside. Her hand reached into his trousers and slowly massaged the object of her affection through his underwear. It did not harden.

Detaching herself from his mouth, she looked at him incredulously. 

"Not in the mood?"

It was the guilt of his double life which led to his inability to function. He shook his head and shamefully looked down.

"I am sorry. I just have a lot on my mind."

She rushed to him and grasped his shoulder's tightly.

"Fuck sorry. I want you. I need you. I need you more than ever. Do you have any idea how much stress I am under because of this damn IPO? I have to spend hours talking over the phone to asshole bankers and other Wall Streeters and I can't understand most of what they say. Dana was kind enough to explain some of it to me the other but not even her contacts can help me figure it out."

The mention of his sister's name caused a fresh wave of guilt to pass over his face. He was hurting more than either of the two women knew.

"I am sorry. I will make it up to you, I promise."

Kyle went into his office and got started on the pile of work on his desk. Stella stared longingly at him through the glass door, but saw him cover his face with some design plans and get busy. A few tears dripped off her chin down to the floor.

What she could not see was Kyle copiously sobbing behind the stack of paperwork.

–

Dana was determined to let him know this time. He came in through the doors looking like the wreck of a man. The emotional turmoil was taking a heavy toll on his face.

She immediately sensed he was feeling upset and gently comforted him. She wanted to be there for him just as he was there for her so long. Her arm wrapped itself around his shoulder, but he could not look at her face.

She held his face with both hands and gently turned it towards him, but he forced it away. She tried again but to no avail. Her brother was hurting like never before. His soul was seared with the scalding steel of his betrayal of Stella and yet he could not bring himself to leave Dana alone again.

"You can talk to me, you know. You always could talk to me about anything."

Kyle finally looked into those loving eyes that had watched out for him his entire life. All he saw in them was a compassionate love and a willingness to take all his sorrows. Considering it for a moment he decided to break down.

"I am so confused. I do not know what I am doing or what I should do. I love Stella, believe me I honestly do and it breaks my heart to be away from her when she obviously needs me so much, but..."

Dana looked at him through sad eyes, digesting everything he said. Her heart went out to her brother as he went on.

"But... I can't leave you like this. You need me as well. You are so lonely. I don't know what to do. Please tell me, what should I do?"

She wished she had an answer for him but she didn't. He was too emotional to hear her news right now. She just held on to him protectively while he continued to cry to her. She softly ran her fingers through his hair and pet his face.

Kyle Walsh was unable to hold back any longer.

"Shh.. don't cry. Please don't cry. You know I am there for you whenever you need me, right? I will always be there."

They went out for dinner at Bellucci's and dug into their customary delicious Italian food. Food- always something that helped Kyle cope with grief and Dana knew this better than anyone.

She felt guilty at wanting Kyle for herself, but that had changed now. Now, she wanted Kyle for her baby as well. The baby should have Kyle as a father. Unknown to Kyle, she had already made fake IDs showing them as husband and wife as part of her plan for them to relocate somewhere else and live out the rest of their lives loving each other.

It was too late, Kyle was conflicted now. He was unsure of everything, including his relationships.

"Not now. Not when I am about to have his child." she thought.

They returned to the apartment and he felt somewhat lighter after the meal. She pushed him onto the bed and just lay on top of him. There was nothing sexual in her contact yet, as she just held on to his neck.

Kyle softly kissed her flowing hair and gently pecked her forehead. It all felt so tranquil, so right to Dana as her brother lovingly embraced her. He was her "safe place", her world and something she was not willing to lose at any cost.

The kissing picked up some intensity as Kyle pecked down along her cheek and reached her neck. He planted a few soft kisses there as she let out an involuntary moan. The arousal was already rising higher as she lost herself in the relentless kissing. Finally, her lips found his and her tongue probed the interior of his mouth.

After several minutes of intense kissing, she detached herself, her eyes ablaze with lust. She had to have him, right then.

In a rush, she yanked off his belt and unzipped his trousers to pull out his erection. It stood proudly erect in front of her as she delicately let her tongue run over the circumference of the head while slowly jacking him off with her hand.

He closed his eyes and thrust upwards into her mouth as she gratefully swallowed more of him, until he reached the back of her throat. The feeling was intensely powerful as he went into a carnal fugue, his erection probing at her delicate soft palate.

In some distant corner of his consciousness, he heard a phone ringing. Absent-mindedly, he reached out to the edge of the bed to turn it off. Taking a glimpse at the screen he decided better of it.

It said "Stella Calling."

Without interrupting Dana's sucking motion, talked into the phone.

"Hi, Stella."

"K-kyle.." she whimpered weakly.

Kyle immediately brought his entire attention to this conversation sensing that something was awry.

"What's going on?"

"I.. I.. I can't take it any more. The pressure, the stress. I just can't. My knife is just inches above my arm and this time I am going for the wrist."

Kyle immediately sat up in shock. Dana sensed his sudden movement and removed her mouth from his organ.

He spoke slowly.

"Stella, listen to me. Listen to me. Don't do this. Don't hurt yourself any more. Please."

"Then come over to my place right now and love me," she screamed angrily over the phone. The call went dead.

Kyle looked over at the forlorn figure of his sister, she reluctantly nodded, giving her assent to his departure. He mumbled some thanks and rushed out of the apartment.

Dana composed herself and walked up to her mirror. He had left her horny and wanting, but that was not the worst part. She realized that she needed Kyle as a father and all her plans had been chalked out perfectly, but Stella stood in the way.

For the first time, she looked at Stella as an obstacle. An obstacle to the unbounded happiness she could share with Kyle. Only if...

Dana had been contemplating her course of action for a while. She knew one thing- she was willing to go to any length to get her brother back.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror, a nameless rage radiating from her face. The frustration and anger that she felt was simmering just under her skin, about to explode. Her face was flushed and her hands were clenched into tight fists. 

CRACK

She blinked. The mirror in front of her was fractured. The glass was neatly split as the cracks moved outwards in all directions from the hollow breaking point in the centre. She looked down to see the knuckles on her right fist were covered in blood.

Looking back at the mirror, she saw multiple reflections of herself staring back. In that moment, she had an epiphany. Without Kyle in her life, she was just like her mirror.

Broken.

She silently made a resolution that she would do what it took to reclaim her brother. And she knew what it would take.

She would need to remove Stella from the equation.

Looking down at her body, she knew that she was doing it for her child as well. That made it right. 

It had to.

–

Stella was still sitting on her bed as Kyle rushed into her place with his key. He cautiously approached her from behind cautiously. She was wistfully staring at her mural of him, the knife still hovering just above her wrist.

He gently walked up to her and carefully slid the knife out of her fingers. She just kept staring at the wall as he sat down beside her.

"Do you love me, Kyle?"

Her voice was almost sepulchral as she spoke. She did not turn to face him. Kyle looked at the empty expressionless look on her face.

"More than anything."

She finally turned her gaze to meet his.

"Then why don't you show it? I love you so much."

He softly kissed her on the cheek. She returned her gaze to the mural.

"What happened? Why are you so distant now? I need someone in my life now. I need you to help me deal with the pressure. I need you to love me."

Her eyes bored holes into him as he tried to think of something to say. Her lips quivered, on the brink of breaking as the seconds passed by to her unanswered question. A chaotic mess of thoughts rushed through his head, no answers came.

The agonizingly silent seconds ticked by. The eerie silence of the room was matched by the dim glow of the mural, casting a shadow across half of her face. Her gaze was unwavering as she looked on, expecting an answer.

After what felt like an aeon, Kyle spoke up.

"I love you and I will be there for you. I am so sorry, I have not done it so far, but I am here to change that."

He eyed her apprehensively waiting for a reaction. The words were sinking in. Her lips continued to quiver for a while before it happened.

It was like a spark within her which became an incandescent glow. Her features lit up as she threw her arms around his neck and drew him into a torrid kiss. The kiss lasted for a long time as Stella forced her tongue into every conceivable part of his mouth.

Kyle consciously forced his conflicted emotions out of his mind. He needed to be strong for her. He owed her that.

The kissing never abated as she slid off her clothes and they lay in a heap on the floor. Kyle stood and admired the naked splendour of her body. Gently reaching out one hand, he cupped her breast and lovingly fondled it.

Her moans encouraged him to pinch her nipple slightly, then draw himself up to her and gently suckle it into her mouth. She held his head in place as he continued his nibbling while she reached down and undid his trousers. Soon, they lay beside her dress.

Drawing his face up to hers, she kissed him again, with an even greater intensity. Her fingers raced down his buttons and threw his shirt away. She drank in his completely nude form and caressed his chest with her fingers.

He breathed deeply as she got on her knees and gently took his erection in her mouth. Her sucking motion was even as she wrapped her tongue around it and drenched it with her saliva. She proceeded to take it entirely in her mouth. He watched in awe as all of it disappeared between her luscious lips.

Stella pushed him on the bed and climbed up over him. Delicately bringing her wet labia just above his member, she gently sank down into him.

It felt beautiful as she started a gentle rocking motion. Kyle held her hair and gently reached forward to kiss her. Their lips met with a loving tenderness as her dainty fingers rubbed his cheek. She peppered his face with tiny kisses as the intensity of their motion gradually increased. 

From the depths of his bowel, he felt a familiar stirring. His orgasm was approaching. She sensed this and began rocking her hips harder against him. He thrust back to meet her motions and subsequently heightened her pleasure.

Stella's face was contorted in a mask of ecstasy as she arched her back upwards and ground her vagina furiously against the invading member. 

She screamed over and over again in blissful ecstasy and Kyle also had a stupendous climax. Rolling over, they just held each other's sweaty bodies and regained their breath.

"I want you to stay with me for the whole week. I need you here with me, every single waking moment until the IPO is done. After that, you can go back to your apartment," she said, in an almost possessive tone.

He nodded.

Somewhere deep inside, he pictured the distraught face of Dana, all alone. He pushed that visual aside as Stella mounted him again.

–

The NYU chemistry lab does a lot of cutting edge research, mostly under the guidance of Dr Thomas Shaw. He was almost sure to get a Nobel Prize in a few years. The dirty secret however was that no one asked where he secured the funds for his research for. If anyone tried to find out, they would not like the answers. The whole place operated under "Don't ask."

He was busy distilling the last of his new chemical in a flask, when his sharp ears heard a knock. He had been waiting for this. He opened the door as a lovely dark haired woman walked in. Her demeanour was business-like.

"Ms Dana Walsh, I presume?"

"Yes."

"This is what you need," he said, taking out a sealed vial of clear fluid from the case. His tone was curt and to the point.

She observed the contents of the vial for some time.

"Tell me about it."

"A few years ago, the CIA had approached me to create a new poison. Something that can be concealed easily and can't be detected in an autopsy. I made this. It simulates a heart attack like event about half an hour after ingestion. It cannot be traced back in any way."

"Can it be detected in the food or drink it is kept in?"

"No. The molecules have a special property to mask themselves with the surrounding molecules. It is what the CIA asked for- the perfect poison."

"Should I even ask why they wanted this?"

"Beats me. All I know is that they paid me more than this entire lab costs for it."

"Thank you for this," she said, slipping the vial into her purse.

Dr Shaw looked at her expectantly.

"You have something for me I presume."

She slipped him a piece of paper. He studied the name on it.

"MacManus Pharmaceuticals?"

"Yes. My contact at the FDA told me that they just got permission to market their new sexual stimulation drug. If reports are to be believed, it makes Viagra look tame. The official launch is in a month. Invest whatever money you have in it today and it will be five times as much in five weeks."

He folded up the paper in his pocket and went back to his work. Another questionable donation, but it was nothing new for him. Neither was keeping his mouth shut.

Dana walked out, a sense of purpose in her stride.

The plan had been set into motion.



Siblings Ch. 01



An approach to a more romantic tale. 

*

Marco lays on the sofa ready to watch their summer nightly, scary movie. Erica, his younger sister lies between his legs with her back pressed against his chest. It is nothing unusual, but Marco always enjoys the warmth of her body. She wears a loose nightshirt and it slides higher on her thigh, revealing her long tanned legs. He slides his hand between the back of the sofa and the side of her body to place his hand on her covered thigh.

It is nothing for him to touch her this way. She is only two years younger than him and he has always found her attractive as he does their older sister. At twenty-two, his thoughts are raging and the thought of his sister, is always on his mind. So when they sat down to watch movies, he would always make small, but noticeable gestures, hoping that one day Erica may want to act on them. So far it hasn't happened.

They continue watching the movie. Each time she jumps because of what she is seeing on the screen, her shirt reveals more and more of her leg until finally the tip of his fingers touch her smooth thigh. She trembles at the touch, but does not say anything about it and like every night since summer began, he did not remove his hand. 

As she keeps on jumping from time to time, her ass is pressing on his hard cock and it is quite pleasurable to feel. Marco places his hand on her stomach and laughs. "You're safe, sis."

Erica smiles and keeps watching the movie. Half way through the movie, Marco dares to place his hand fully on her thigh and slowly caress it, slowly moving closer to the inner side of her thigh. He continues to watch the television and act as if he really is into the movie. Erica doesn't say anything and it feels good to caress her smooth thigh only inches from her crotch.

He tries to look over a shoulder to see if her thong is visible, but he can't see anything. So he keeps going until his hand is almost touching her crotch. Erica isn't jumping nearly as much as before and is still looking at the screen. With his hand on her stomach, Marco can feel her breathing deepen.

Marco's cock is so hard by now that it is becoming painful. He is torn between the idea of going to the bathroom and releasing the pressure with his hand and the idea of continuing what is already doing.

He decides to not masturbate and continue with his caresses. His other hand now slips up from her stomach to just under her breasts. When Erica jumps because of a scary scene, his hand directly slips to cover her crotch. She breathes in sharply and he doesn't move, yet he can fell her silky thong and the outline of her pussy lips on his fingers. Erica can't ignore the fact where his hand is now at, but she still doesn't say anything.

As his hand covers her crotch, he can feel the warmth of her body and his cock twitches with excitement. He wants to stop there, but he just can't. The temptation is too great and he slowly caresses her covered crotch. Erica is breathing deeply and sharply as he manages to slide his finger under the edge of her thong, placing his hand directly between her pussy lips. She is very wet and warm.

He moves his finger slowly from her entrance to her clit and she twitches each time he presses on it which hardens under his touch. As his other hand slips back down to caress her stomach, he slowly inserts a finger into her pussy, just as the movie finishes. Her body tenses immediately, her legs close trapping his hand between her thigh and she sighs heavily. Marco doesn't move, except for his finger which moves around in her pussy lips.

"Mmmm," his sister moans.

Marco slides his right hand to her thighs and pulls her legs to spread them and she does not resist as he inserts two fingers deeper. His right hand moves back up to her breasts, sliding under her nightshirt. 

"Uuhh," she sighs.

He keeps sliding his fingers in and out as he twists her nipple between his fingers.

"Oh, Marco! It feels so good," she coos.

He feels her close to climax and he moves his fingers faster and faster in her pussy, licking and kissing her neck. This sends her over the edge.

She moans loudly as Marco feels her body tense. Then she explodes, spraying her juices on his fingers. She breathes heavily with her eyes closed, resting her head back. She then turns her face after a few moments and Marco kisses her. As the kiss deepens, Erica turns to lie between his legs and he can feel her breasts on his body as she parts her lips and he inserts his tongue in her soft mouth. Their tongue swirl together for a long time before she breaks away and says, "That was fantastic Marco, thanks." 

He smiles and says, "You're welcome."

Erica's hand moves to his crotch and she feel his hard cock in his pants. "It certainly had an effect on you," she says.

"Yeah, seeing you cum is quite a turn on."

"Then let me take care of this," she says as she lowers his pants and boxers.

She hand slips around his hard cock and she slowly starts to stroke it. "Is that good?" she asks.

"Oh yes. But I want to see your sexy body," Marco answers smiling.

Erica smiles back and removes her nightshirt, revealing her wonderful breasts to him. They are perfectly round and her nipples are pointing out at him. Marco slowly moves his hand to her breasts as she continues stroking his cock. He squeezes and caresses her breasts, alternating between the two of them.

Erica smile at him and strokes faster. Marco slowly moves his hand downward to her crotch once again and inserts two fingers again into her pussy.

"Mmmm," she moans again.

Marco places his left hand to the back of her head and pulls her toward his cock. As her soft lips wrap around his cockhead, he can feel the warmth of her mouth and he groans in pleasure. Her lips slide down the length of his cock and she begins sucking hard. Her head bounces up and down on his shaft and after a few minutes, Marco can feel his cum boiling to the surface.

Her eyes widen at the sudden explosion in her mouth. Jets of cum peppers the back of her throat. She tries to swallow as fast as she can but when Marco looks down, he sees bits of his cum slipping out the sides of her lips. She moans around his cock, clapping down on it with her lips. Marco keeps finger fucking her and rubbing her clit with his thumb.

Her eyes widen again as he feels her pussy cling on his fingers and she cannot scream because of the cum in her mouth. She finally tenses up, arching back and swallows all of it before screaming. A second later she collapses on his chest with a deep sigh, smiling with her eyes closed.

His fingers run through her hair as he thinks about what they can do later on.



Siblings Ch. 02



Marco slept well last night. In his mind, he replayed the events of the night before. Erica seemed to really enjoy their time together, but her Marco lies, hoping she doesn't have second thoughts. His cock stirs at the thought of fucking his sister.

When Marco goes down for breakfast, he sees Erica and their older sister Sandy already at the table eating. Erica's reaction doesn't seem any different than normal. He goes through the day in a fog. His mind is distracted by the memories of last night and his hopes and desires for nights to come. Fortunately, his summer job keeps him busy this morning.

Erica is in her room when Marco gets home. He quickly changes out of his work clothes and into something more comfortable. As he ponders what to do with the rest of the afternoon, a door opens in the distance and Marco hears his sister's steps as she walks from her room to his. She stands in his doorframe wearing a light sundress and asks, "How was work?"

"Good," he replies. He wonders if she is going to bring last night up or wait for him to do it. "What were you up to?"

"I was out at the mall with Sandy," she replies. "We talked about a lot of stuff."

Erica and Sandy have been real close since their parents died a few years ago and Sandy took care of them, raising them. At twenty-nine, she has her hands full and Marco and Erica did all they could to help her out.

Erica pauses as if uncertain how to phrase her next words. "Actually, remember last night?"

"How can I forget?" Marco replies.

"Well, um," she says. "Sandy wants to watch."

"What?" he shrieks. "You told Sandy about us?"

"I just mentioned it and she was real interested."

"On one condition then," he says.

Erica smiles and asks, "What's that?"

Marco closes the distance to his sister and says, "This." As he bends his lips down to hers, one hand goes behind her back for support while the other cups one of her breasts.

"Mmmm," Erica moans into his mouth as she accepts his terms by melting into his embrace. Her hands clutch his back. Their hands roam frantically over each other's bodies. His quickly finds the ties holding her dress in place while she grabs the waistband of his shorts and pushes them down toward the floor.

A pile of clothes form as the two siblings quickly undresses each other. They tumble into the bed, Marco lying on top as Erica grabs his cock and guides it to her entrance. Marco pushes in and the two start thrusting at each other. This is not the gentle seduction of last night; this is the fucking of two people full of lust.

Almost as soon as it begins, Erica lets out a squeal of delight matched quickly by Marco's grunting as he unloads his cum into her pussy. Spent, he collapses on her before rolling onto his side. They both lie gasping for breath.

"I've been thinking about this all day," Erica says.

"You too?" Marco asks. "I was worried you regretted last night."

"No way!" Erica says. "It was too good."

She turns onto her side and presses her body up against Marco's.

"Always glad to help my sister out," he replies completing the embrace. His hands gently glide over her body. He realizes that he hasn't realized just how soft his sister feels. Last night he only got to caress her thighs, but lying here, right now, he is able to fully feel just how luxurious she feels. With the urgency dissipated, he can gently explore the soft curves of her breasts and ass.

"What's the plan with Sandy?"

Erica's hands absent-mindedly traces circles over Marco's chest as she thinks. "Well, tonight we can have her watch a movie with us and then see where that goes," Erica says grinning.

"Great idea. I'm sure we can make that work. And if she is as interested as you say, then she will be excited.

As Erica squirms in Marco's grip, she feels his hardening cock pushing against her legs. "I see someone else has gotten excite again."

"It's because you are so beautiful," Marco says smoothly.

Erica hits him playfully. "That's a bit corny don't you think?"

"Not if it's the truth," Marco answers smiling.

She moves closer, allowing his cock to slide between her legs. "You're wonderful anyway," she says. "I was beginning to wonder if I needed to make the first move."

'You?" Marco asks growing a little more excited.

"Well, yeah. I mean you've been making your moves every time we watched a movie. Why do you think I wanted to watch those scary movies anyway? I really don't like them."

"I guess I should have gone further earlier, huh?" he asks with a grin.

"Well, I can be intimidating," Erica says before covering his mouth with hers.

The two press against each other. Their hands hold each other closely, but gently as they share a deep, sensual kiss. After a few long minutes, Marco slowly adjusts his position to allow his cock to slide to the entrance of Erica's pussy. She feels the contact and slowly slides down to engulf him.

They continue their kiss as their bodies move slowly against each other. Marco holds his hands on Erica's ass while she strokes his back. Their hands guide their bodies slowly against each other as his cock gently glides in and out, brushing against her clit with each sensual stroke.

Time seems to pass quickly as they continue their dance. The pleasure grows slowly within them. Marco can feel the tension slowly mounting in his balls as the pace of their movements slowly accelerate. Erica's breathes in his mouth is faster and more uneven as she approaches her orgasm as well.

Marco pulls Erica tight against him as he releases his hot cum deep into her pussy. Like their lovemaking, even his climax seems like a gentle sensual release rather than a violent blast. Erica sighs contently in his arms as gentle waves of pleasure course through her body.

Erica sighs again and says, "You're the best."

"You too," Marco replies, holding her close. "We should get cleaned up before Sandy gets home."



Siblings Ch. 03



The whole day, Marco and Erica wait for their sister to come home. They try to not to engage in any sexual acts as they do, so that they can be at top form for their sister. So they decided to watch a movie on the television while they waited.

Half way through the movie Erica looks over to her brother and asks, "Will you always be there for me?"

Marco is slightly taken aback by the question. After a few seconds linger on, he says, "Of course. He wraps her in a comforting hug. "You'll always be my special sister."

Erica snuggles into his embrace. "Thanks. I suppose I can share you with Sandy if she wants. She shouldn't miss out on all the fun." She looks up at him with an adoring smile on her face.

"Is that what you are worried about?" he asks.

"Well a little. I mean I just thought if Sandy is better than me, you may want her more."

Marco smiles at her. "There is no better. You are special in your own way as Sandy will be in hers. I love you sis." As they hug, Marco moves his hands down to her ass. "Speaking of which..."

"Why don't you save if for tonight," she replies playfully. She gives him a kiss before heading out of the room.

Left alone, Marco finishes watching the movie. By the time it is over, Sandy is walking through the door.

"Hey, Marco," she says. "How was your day?"

He shrugs and acts as casually as he can. "Not too bad."

"Where's Erica?" she asks placing her keys on the table.

"She's in her room."

For the second time today, he is left alone.

Sandy slides into her sister's room and closes the door behind her. "Hey Erica."

Erica looks up and smiles. "It's been a long day waiting for you."

"Did you tell Marco about what we discussed?"

"I sure did and he was excited by the idea," Erica says.

"Good, now before we double team him, I think you and I need to spend some time together."

Sandy sits on the bed next to her sister. Sandy's long blonde hair contrasts with Erica's shorter brown hair. She is also accessorized with large, hoop earrings, necklaces, bracelets and rings. Sandy loved jewelry and was never without any.

One of Sandy's hands move toward Erica and slips under her shirt. Erica sighs as Sandy's fingers begin to stroke her pussy through the thin fabric. It isn't long before Erica is moaning to the action taking place between her thighs. A few moments pass and his sisters stretch out on the floor.

Sandy slides her hand up under Erica's shirt, tracing a path up her thighs. Sandy puts her other hand around Erica and leans in for a kiss. Their lips meet at the same time as Sandy's fingers find the damp material of Erica's panties. The dampness is cold and clammy left over from her earlier excitement, but as her fingers trace up and down the outline of Erica's pussy, the cold dampness is replaced with heated moisture.

The kiss they share is unique. It doesn't have the animalistic passion when Erica kisses her brother. Instead the kiss is slower, softer and gentler, but with more of a caring and comforting emotion behind it. Sandy slides her fingers underneath the panties to explore Erica's pussy directly. Her entrance is very hot and very wet. At the first direct contact, Erica's body twitches in excitement. Her body starts grinding against Sandy's hand as it traces around and through her pussy.

Erica's participation in the kiss becomes more and more detached as her attention focuses on the orgasm that is building within her. Almost unconsciously, her hand moves up to squeeze her breast to complement the feelings her sister's caresses are bringing in her. Her orgasm comes like an avalanche. It starts slowly, building at the top of her stomach and then grows in a long rumble as the feelings tumble down to her groin and rebound through her legs, arms and head. A long, low moan of satisfaction escapes her lips as the orgasm runs its course through her body.

When it passes, she sits forward and embraces Sandy in a big hug. "I love you so much Sandy." Disengaging from the hug, Erica asks, "Is what we've done wrong?"

"Of course not, silly. We can do anything we want. Besides, it feels really good."

Erica smiles devilishly, "It feels so good! It's so amazing when Marco touches me, the sensation are so strong."

"Better than when you touch yourself?"

"Oh, yes. I guess it's like tickling. You can try to tickle yourself, but it doesn't work. It's only when someone else tickles you that you feel anything. When he touches me, the feeling is so much stronger."

"And when he fucks you?"

"It's this incredible feeling of fullness. Like that satisfied feeling when you stuff yourself on a good meal." Erica pauses. "Well, not like that, but you know..." She starts giggling. "It's complicated."

"Well I think I'm going to watch you two first," Sandy says.

"You want to watch us?"

"Is it weird for you?"

"A little," Erica says. "But not much weirder than the things that have happened already."

"What about Marco?"

"I'm sure he'll go with it. But he did seem really excited about having you as well as me."

"Then he will be our special brother," Sandy says.

Marco sits flipping through channels for the next half hour and almost gets up to put a movie in when both his sisters quickly zip into his room. Both of them are wearing t-shirts and he can't see if they have underwear on or not. Curious now, he gets up and heads for his room.

As he walks into the room he sees his sisters on his bed. They look up at him and both smile.

"Sit on the bed, Marco," Sandy tells him.



Siblings Ch. 04



Marco sits on the bed and Erica pushes him back onto the bed and straddles his legs. "Now, remember where we were earlier?"

"Yeah."

She leans her body onto his and wraps her arms around his shoulders. "I think we have some unfinished business," she says before kissing him.

Marco wraps his hands around his sister. His hands explore up and down as their tongues dance in their mouths. When they break the kiss, he looks over at their older sister. "Are you joining us?"

"I'm going to watch for now," Sandy says. "Do you mind?"

"Not really," he smiles.

Erica puts on a pouty frown on her face. "Am I not enough for you?"

"No! That's—"

"Don't worry, silly. It's okay." Erica looks over at Sandy, "Are you ready?"

Sandy gets up off the bed and grabs a chair from Marco's desk and moves it near the bed to sit down in. "Let the show begin!" she giggles.

Erica giggled with her. "Here it goes," she announces as her lips finds Marco's again. The two kiss and Marco eagerly returns the kiss. He rolls her over and drapes over her. His hands quickly find their way to his sister's breasts, massaging them through her clothing. He feels Erica pull his shirt over his head and lifts his hands and arms just long enough to let the t-shirt be discarded.

They roll together over again and Erica settles on top. She sits up and pulls her shirt off over her head. Even before the clothing is discarded, Marco leans upward to take one of her full breasts into his mouth.

Marco hears Erica moan as he continues his oral assault on her firm breasts. She squirms in his lap and he can feel his cock getting even harder than it was before. It suddenly dawns on them that he is hearing two distinct sets of moans. He glances to the side and sees Sandy slipping one hand under her shirt while she watches the action in front of her.

"Oh, no you don't," Erica says. "You keep your mind on me."

She pushes Marco down on the bed and pulls his pants and boxers off together. Marco's cock springs up and Erica immediately climbs up on top of him and starts slowly sucking on his cock.

"Oh, yes Erica," Marco moans as he leans back on the bed.

"Don't forget me," Erica says as she wiggles her ass in Marco's face. He takes the hint and lowers her pussy to his face. His first taste of her pussy is sweet and tangy. He can tell when he hits a sensitive spot as it disrupts her licks on his cock.

Marco can feel the pressure building in his balls as the two continue to pleasure each other. He doesn't want to waste himself in her mouth so he grabs a hold of Erica's waist and rolls them both over. He quickly turns himself around and lies on top of her. His cock slips around her entrance. Erica reaches down and helps guide his cock inside her. As Marco glides in and out of his sister's wet pussy, he knows that it isn't going to take much. Erica is also on the verge as she pulls at her brother, forcing him deep inside her.

Their orgasms come as they push against each other. Marco releases spurt after spurt of his cum inside Erica's spasming pussy. As the two collapse, Sandy is standing at the side of the bed. Marco rolls to the side as Erica sits up with a blissful look on her face. Sandy is looking down at Erica's pussy, watching Marco's thick cum pour out.

She climbs onto the bed and Marco leans toward her, gently guiding her face toward his. The first few kisses are quick pecks, but their lips soon join. Marco's tongue traces the contours of her lips as it seeks entry into her mouth. A Sandy leans into him more, her long hair tumbles across their faces.

Sandy's tongue seeks out his and they dance together in both his mouth and hers. His hands roam up and down her back, exploring her lean body. Sandy finds it hard to concentrate on the kiss. Marco's hands on her back feel warm. Each time they go down, they come around her body toward her breasts. She finds herself arching her back to force her ass into his hands and moving slightly away from him to give his hands access to her breasts.

Sandy feels Marco's hand move to completely envelop her right breast. She knows her nipples are clearly poking through the thin material of her shirt, catching on his fingers as his hand makes gentle circles. Marco pulls off her shirt to reveal Sandy's perfect breasts and she moans deeply as he places one of her nipples on his mouth. His hands cup the firm cheeks of Sandy's ass as his mouth continues to devour her breasts. His hands massage and squeeze her ass as they run over it, pulling her in closer.

Sandy moans in satisfaction. She feels his hand slide around her hip to touch the lips of her pussy. Each stroke of his hand along her entrance feels like it is winding a spring inside her tighter and tighter. She can feel something building inside her and then the spring snaps. Like a slow explosion, the warmth of her orgasm bursts forth from her center, expanding to fill her with a tingling sensation. The waves of pleasure bursting through her, causes her to collapse completely onto Marco and roll of to his side.

Erica watches intently. One of her hands is busy in her pussy while the other clutches her breast as she approaches her own release. Marco crawls onto of Sandy as she tries to catch her breath. Her gaze is fixed on his hard cock as it comes toward her.

Sandy's eyes remain fixed on his cock. He uses his hand to slide his cockhead up and down the length of her pussy. The slippery moisture from her pussy feels nice as it coats his cockhead. It takes all of his willpower to go gently with her, resisting his instinct to fuck her fast and hard.

Sandy feels the spark of pleasure as his cock rubs around her entrance. She feels his cockhead push against her pussy as Marco lays his body on her. Marco bends down to kiss her as his hands rub over her nipples. She feels the pressure increase as Marco slowly starts to push in. Her entrance spread open impossibly wide, yet she can't feel it actually enter her. The pressure grows and she can feel her body tense up.

Sandy lifts her ass and slides all the way down her brother's cock. The sudden feeling of fullness takes her breath away as she collapses back against the bed. He starts slowly moving his cock in and out of her. His cock glides in and out with ease as he settles into a slowly increasing rhythm. He feels Sandy's hands on his back, clutching him tightly as a series of pleasant whimpers timed to his thrust come from his sister.

Erica watches as Marco's cock slides in and out of their older sister's pussy. Her own hand hastens the arrival of her own orgasm.

Sandy is amazed at how easily Marco is able to move to move inside her and how full she feels. Her pussy feels impossibly stretched open as waves of pleasure course through her. She feels the heat spreading out from his cock to fill her entire being. She lies flat on the bed, holding onto Marco's torso for support, letting the feelings flow through her. Even though she just had an orgasm, she can feel another one coming fast and it threatens to be even larger.

Marco is relishing the feelings building in his balls as he thrusts in and out of Sandy's pussy. Her lean frame is not as soft and he misses feeling breasts cushioning against his chest the way Erica's do, but Sandy's pussy feels tighter around his cock and her moaning turns him on. He feels the pressure building. With a grunt, he thrusts as deep inside her as he can and holds himself there as his cock releases its bursts inside her quivering pussy.

She flexes her body against him, trying to get that last bit of stimulation to push her over the top. As Marco starts to relax, she can feel her orgasm burst forth and spreads to fill her body. She floats on a feeling of fulfillment as the pleasure courses through her for the second time today. As the feelings pass, she collapses back into the bed in exhaustion.

Marco pulls out and seeing his younger sister with a look of pure lust on her face, it rouses his cock to life. He pulls her onto his lap and when she finds his cock, she lines it up with her already soaked pussy and sits down hard. She sighs as his cock sinks deep inside her.

As Erica starts bouncing up and down on his cock Marco reaches around her body to cup her breasts. Erica reaches out with her hands to pull Sandy close, sandwiching herself between her brother and her sister. Marco's head reaches around Erica's to kiss Sandy. Erica's hands hug Sandy close, exploring her back and ass.

The three continue in their sexual union for several minutes as the three of them touch and caress in the most intimate way possible. Erica is the first to reach her orgasm, her pussy clenching Marco's cock as she rides him. Marco takes a little longer to reach his climax before filling his sister's pussy with more of his cum. Spent, the three collapse into a pile on the bed, each lost in a haze of contentment and bliss.

Their family has just grown stronger than ever.



Siblings Connect



Owens was tall, well over six feet, light-skinned and slender. He had a big voice, and a manner that could be called rough; his language filled with a phraseology all his own. The boldness of his expression would have made some feel insulted as he did not hesitate to speak his mind. But his friends knew that he held no malice in him, no matter how rude he might have sounded.

His family history was tragic to say the least. While he was still in college his father had died suddenly. This had caused great shock as it was so unexpected. He was a very quiet person and very gentle. After a lull of only a few years his younger sister committed suicide by setting herself alight. His brother was found on his bed with his throat slit and the knife still in his hands. Hardly had the village come to terms with these events than his elder sister died in hospital. It was said she had taken an overdose of the drugs given by the doctor for her condition. In the same year his mother, a headstrong woman seemed to give up the will to live and expired. Thus in the space of ten short years he was the only surviving member of his family.

Well, almost. Jean was his cousin, daughter of his mother's sister who had died young when Jean was still a baby. Thus she had been taken into the family and grown up with Owen and his siblings. In school when other boys had made suggestive remarks about Jean they would earn a healthy clout from him for their trouble. But it was an undeniable fact that she was very good-looking, one that Owen could hardly have been unaware of. Indeed recently when a businessman's son had come courting his sister-cousin he had felt a stab of jealousy, although she had not made clear whether she liked the man or not.

Their life continued on a very even tenor. After work they would watch TV after dinner. Often she would go to bed leaving him still glued to the screen. In the mornings she needed to get up early as her workplace was on the other side of town; this meant changing buses. This early retirement gave him opportunity, one evening, to watch a noisy blue movie, and which left him steaming. He thought he heard Jean's door creaking but was not sure. At breakfast she asked politely what he had been watching. Although he liked her (or maybe in spite of it) he could not tell her.

A few nights later Jean had an unusual look in her eyes as they had their dinner. He noticed that her clothes that day had been rather bold and she had changed into a light blouse that was teasing even to his eyes. She seemed to touch him rather more (and more tenderly, he thought) than usual in conversation. She retired as usual but about an hour later came to fetch a glass of water. Owen, engrossed in his movie did not notice her until she sat on the sofa next to him. He pretended not to be shocked at having been caught in the act. He decided to play it cool and made comments about what was going on in a matter-of-fact way and Jean, as smart as he, answered in the same vein. In the business-like way they had adopted she let him know that she had found him watching the dirty movies and that she did not blame him.

She turned in her seat to place her legs under her and gave him a good shot of her thighs. Whereas he had seen such before he knew it was only accidental. Not so this evening. She was in a different mood he was uncertain of. At the climax it was plain that each was excited in their own way. So as he helped her to her feet they could feel a different excitement at the touch hithertofore ordinary and platonic. He held her close and kissed her gently. As if she was expecting it she responded by throwing her arms around his neck. These were long-time lovers and not siblings any more. Feelings that had been suppressed rose to the surface and they stepped into their new roles smoothly. You would have hardly recognised the almost siblings of earlier in the evening.

When he cupped her breasts it felt so natural that his sister's tits should be so soft and firm. He rubbed the nipples, pinched them lightly. She moaned in his ear and held him tight. His hands were exploring her body all over. He luxuriated in the feel of his "sister's" firm buttocks. Hands were on the backs of the thighs. It felt so natural to them. Years of growing up together had drawn them really close so that everything seemed as if it had been rehearsed before.

"Oh, Jean," he whispered. "I have longed so long for you!"

"No," she softly replied, "it is I that have been hungry for you, brother."

"Oh God!" This as he started to explore her thighs, moving to the inner parts. As he climbed higher she parted them for him. Then he decided to pull her onto the sofa he had been lying on. In this position he could gain better access. Gosh! were those thighs smooth! Almost silky. She pinched on his nipples gently while she gave him a deep French kiss, wet and hot.

As his hand arrived at her panties he felt the warm dampness that told him she was wet. The very thought that she was so for him, her brother, drove him wild. She pulled the elastic of his tracksuit trousers down and dived for his pole. She felt him gasp at her warm touch on him. By now her legs were splayed wide, one on the back of the sofa. She was lost to this world enjoying the play of his fingers on her cunt. She had no idea where her panties had disappeared to and could not care less.

The only emotion in that room was their hot, urgent desire for each other. She scooted her bum of the seat, and placed her leg on the floor thus opening herself up completely. The sight of his sister displayed for him like this was fire on his brain. He pinioned his body over her and he nearly died when she took his penis in her hand and parked it smartly on her cunt lips. A gentle movement caused her cunt to produce a sucking noise; her juices were flowing like the Jordan. Gently he lowered himself into her as she lifted herself to meet him. They both seemed to understand that they were so close the edge they needed to go slowly. When he was well into her they stopped all movement to savour that feeling of being completely one. He could feel her vagina enveloping his shaft snugly and she felt his manhood buried in her, filling her completely. 

"Oh! sister," escaped his lips. "Just the two of us in the world."

"And now we are one," she whispered back. They were completely in another sphere unlike anything they had ever before experienced.

He pulled back a little and she thought he wanted to leave her. Grabbing his buttocks she rammed him back in. The movement of their genitals locked together as they were sent them into ecstasies of joy as they came into each other screaming like banshees.

They lay on the sofa for a few minutes more then went to bed, hands around each other. But they could not part company; they went into his room; before they got to the bed proper he was hugging her again. Lowering her onto the bed he spread her thighs and started licking the inner parts. He had no idea that mingled sweat, cunt juice and his come could taste so good. When his tongue arrived at her cunt it seemed all the tastes of heaven were assembled there. A sharp tangy, sometimes sugary, at others fishy, salty flavour was to be found. He lapped greedily at her. She, meantime was enjoying the warmth of his wet mouth on her. His tongue entered her hole, sending her sky-high. Oh! the love-wizard, my brother! Now he was creeping closer to the clit and lifting her bum off the bed, she came again powerfully. It seemed the whole world became dark all around except for where her feelings raged and seethed. She thought this surely must be heaven. Nothing supersedes this. When he entered her again it felt a completely different organ, sliding along on his saliva and come juices. They moved softly against each other. It was as if all their nerves, feelings and thoughts had migrated to their groins. It was all they could be in touch with. His penis felt as if it was his whole body and she felt her cunt to be her whole being. They wanted to get fully into and possess each other. It took only a few thrusts to send them to pieces all over the bed.

Afterwards they wound themselves about each other and went into a deep slumber, numbly aware that their closeness had reached a new depth and a new height.



Siblings Discover Sex and Lust



It all started when I was twenty years old and my little sister was 18. We came from a very strict family. My father was a bank executive and my mother worked as a trust attorney for a major firm in our town. We were taught that our grades at school came first and everything else came second. Our nights and weekends were spent studying or doing work around the house, and our only times away from home involved going to dinner or to the movies with our parents. We were also only allowed to wear certain types of clothes—I was forced to wear a suit or a pair of khakis, pressed shirt and tie and jacket. My sister was always in some sort of dress, but never anything too revealing. She wore long sleeved blouses with high collars and sensible shoes or skirts cut below the knee with pantyhose and a sensible top, and her figure was always hidden by her somewhat Victorian-era look. From time-to-time, and with the usual protests from my mother, she would get away with wearing a tight fitting sweater and I could just make out the dent of her nipples through the gauzy material. As she became older, the dent in her sweaters began to bloom into full-grown breasts that she was forced to hide with very tight braziers so that nothing would show through. 

We were not allowed to play sports, and our only extracurricular activities were involvement in various academic teams at school. My family was also very strict about what types of reading materials were in the house. It would have done me no good to try to hide a Playboy or Penthouse magazine, because my mom was a real snoop and would have certainly found any magazine that I would have stashed away and there would have been Hell to pay. I spent my pubescent years masturbating to the women in Marie Claire and Good Housekeeping magazines, along with the occasional pictures from advertisement card fillers that were supplements for pantyhose packaging. I wasn't allowed to date until I left for college, and to my knowledge, my little sister had never dated. Despite the fact that we were both straight A students and were both conscientious about the way we presented ourselves in public, we were mostly home bound throughout our teen years, and relied on each other for company. My biggest thrill each week was going to church just to hang out with girls who wore clothes that revealed the accentuating curves of their bodies and their long legs clad in sheer silk stockings. 

However, I did have one other masturbatory fantasy that I used quite frequently, and that was my little sister. Ever since she was very young, my sister had been a blossoming beauty who, despite her long dresses and plain hair she was forced to wear had always caught my attention. I had always daydreamed about what was under her clothes. She had long, straight auburn hair, dark deep set eyes and small, pouty lips that looked gorgeous without lipstick. As I mentioned, as she grew into her late teens she began developing quite a large bosom and I would daydream about what was under her blouse. While doing the laundry, I would often come across her cotton panties in the dirty clothes basket. Being young and curious, I would often sniff the crotch of her panties and smell the sweet aroma from the nectar of her virgin pussy. 

After I went to college, I began to feel some of the freedom of what it was like to be with and touch a girl for the firs time. I still kept up my conservative look, and was forced to attend an in-town college so that I could live at home, but as I began to experiment a little with girls, my masturbating became more frequent and my illusions of my little sister became more frequent and even more nasty. I would picture us together in bed as I slowly rubbed her large breasts and licked her nipples as my hand ran up her smooth thighs to that secret honey pot that was off limits to everyone. As I continued to masturbate on a daily basis like many sex-crazed young boys/men do, I decided to drill a small hole in the wall of my and my sister's adjoining closets. The hole gave a small range of view to sis's bedroom and I would peep through the hole when I knew she was dressing or undressing. I would catch a glimpse of her legs or her ass in cotton panties, and sometimes a rare glimpse of her burgeoning breasts. Needles to say, this would bring on a quick masturbatory session in the bathroom that might end up causing 5-6 ejaculations before I was satiated.

While my parents were at work, my sister and I were left at home all day by ourselves. We would clean the house, wash the dishes, do the laundry, cook and generally take care of everything. It was pretty mundane until one day I caught my sister lying in the back yard in a skimpy pink bikini. She must have borrowed it from one of her friends. I remember looking through the back window at her luscious tits practically bounding from her bikini top, the rise and fall of her tan flat belly and the smooth roundness of her pussy mound in the nylon bikini and masturbating as I watched and fantasized about her until I thought I would drop dead from exhaustion. Wearing a bikini was definitely a no-no in our strict family, but I wasn't about to let anyone find out what a taboo my sister was breaking. I had too good a view and too much fun stroking away at my cock to worry too much about any rules my little sis was breaking. I would pound away until I was raw. Sometimes my ball sac became so drained that all I could produce was a small dribble like pre-cum as my body shook with orgasmic delight. I didn't know how big I was in the cock department since I had never seen many other cocks of my friends at school. But one of my girlfriends in college had admired my length and circumference and had made me very proud of the way my cock looked. I got hold of my mom's tailoring tape one day and measured nine inches from pubic bone to tip and five inches in girth. 

I watched my sister most of the summer without saying a word to her about what she was doing. Then, one day, I looked out the window and saw her remove her bikini top. Her tits were round and firm, not dripping with sweat and oil and, free of constraint bigger than I had imagined. Her nipples were erect and as long as the first knuckle of my pinky finger and stiff in the light breeze. They were definitely more than a mouthful, and the pink nipples standing erect that just begged to be licked and sucked had me drooling and stroking at a furious rate. I almost blew my load right then and there without even with the slightest touch to my cock. It was then that I decided to make my move. You see, although we were brother and sister and were from a very strict background, we had always had a special bond toward one another, and I think she knew that she could tease me when she was at a very early age. I would become aroused around her, and although I had a very rudimentary knowledge of sex, I knew what was where and what was supposed to be done with a woman. Masturbating to the thought of my sister's tight, little body had become a daily fascination with me. I didn't know how she felt, but sometimes she would rub up against my legs or my butt or run her hand through my hair playfully. This would cause me to spend an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom with the door locked as I masturbated to her sly little teases.

When my little sister came in from her tanning session, she was wrapped in a large terry cloth towel, and as usual, tried to sneak in through the back door without anyone seeing her. I stood at the entrance to her bedroom, and when she walked around the corner, I quickly grabbed the towel that was covering her body and saw up close the wonderfully gorgeous woman she would turn out to be. With a squeal of fright, she fought me for the towel, but I held it away from her flailing grasps. I chuckled to her and asked her what she had been up to. She was almost on the verge of tears, but said that she was tired of wearing frumpy clothes and not being able to look like her teen friends and was wanting to have a tan when she went back to high school after break. Even though I knew that she would be in some deep shit with my parents if they ever found out, I, being a compassionate big brother, agreed that she should try to look her best, and that her secret was safe with me.

She reached up to me and gave me a huge hug of relief. I could feel her breast rubbing against my chest, and my cock stood at attention at once. I know she could feel my bulge through her tight nylon bikini bottom, but she held me fast for a very long time. When we pulled away, my erection was bulging like a tree limb against my pants.

I asked my little sister if there were any other secrets she had, and she told me that she did, but was embarrassed to talk to me about them. However, after much taunting and, to admit it, a bit of begging, she told me one thing that she had always wanted to do. And even though she was very hesitant to tell me at first, she finally looked down sheepishly and admitted that she had always wanted to dress up in some lingerie or a short skirt or shorts so that she could look in the mirror to see what she would look like. She wanted to look more like her friends or even like a grown up woman. She thought that if she could see herself dressed like a sexy female, she would be less shy and more likely to have a boyfriend or not hear her peers at school making fun of her wardrobe. While she told me this, a tear slid down her left cheek and I wiped it away with the ball of my thumb. I knew she had been taking quite a bit of heat from people at school about the way she had to dress, and I did feel sorry for her. However, I didn't think she would have to look frumpy and meek all the time. If I could play my cards right, she could look any way she wanted while she was at home, and I would be there to help her out. Of course I had ulterior motives, but I didn't let her know that I was thinking perverted thoughts the whole time.

I knew we didn't have any short skirts or shorts in the house, but I also knew that my mother kept a stash of silky lingerie hidden in the back of her closet. I was sort of a peeper and a snoop as a kid (must have taken after my mother), and still am, I guess, and had gone through my mother and father's room on many occasions. I had even found a small dildo that my mother had stashed in a chest of drawers underneath a pile of yarn and sewing supplies. I guess you could say that although my parents were religiously strict, they too had a kinky side that they hid from view. I didn't need anymore encouragement, and told my little sister to lie on her bed and that I would be back in a minute.

I quickly made my way to my mother and father's closet and scrounged around until I found a perfect outfit: a purple lace bra and panties with garters and hose to accentuate the apparel. My mother is a small woman, and I didn't think the fit would be too large for my sister. I was about to leave with my bounty, when I spotted a pair of black sling back stiletto heels that my mother never wore. She and my father must have been playing some games of their own, because I knew that these items were something that would never be appreciated outside the home in public.

I almost ran back to my sister's bedroom, and when I did, I found her sitting on the edge of her bed with her legs tucked up so that her chin was resting on her knees. I could see the slight V of her pussy stretching the cloth of her bikini bottom. She looked at me, then at the garments in my hand, and smiled a little as she realized what was about to happen. I knew that she was nervous, but I was just as nervous as she was at the thought of her body encased in silk lingerie.

I told my sister that she could try on the undergarments with one condition: she would need to model them for me. She looked apprehensive at first, but when she looked down and saw the bulge in my pants, I think that won her over. I really never realized that my sister knew anything about sex, but she must have paid close attention in Health class or something, because the sight of my bulging, aching hard-on seemed to send a shiver through her delicate body and she agreed to be my model.

She asked me if I could leave the room, and so I went into my bedroom to wait. It was all I could do to keep from jerking my cock while I thought of what I was about to see--my little sister dressed up in a frilly lace outfit like a sexy runway model. The thought kept racing through my head that I was going to see her as a slut dressed to thrill, but then I couldn't think of her that way, and instead focused on the way she would look like one of the girls who posed in the catalogs that I had found in the trash at a friend's house one time.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, my sister called me to come into her room. I nearly broke the door down getting in. When I looked at her, I found a 18 year old goddess looking at me from the bed with a look of both trepidation and desire on her face. Her eyes were twinkling mischievously, and though I knew she was nervous, she finally managed a smile. She was breathing rapidly, and with each breath her breasts rose and fell, giving her a sensuous allure.

Although the outfit she had on was slightly big for her, it did everything I could imagine to accentuate her curves. The top of the bra wasn't too big, though, and her milky white tits were trying to hang out the sides. She had put on the garters and hose and shoes and even applied some lip gloss that made her puckered, pouty lips shine with a light delicately pink glow. Although they looked a bit too big on her dainty feet, the sling back heels only added to her perfection as a girl who looked more like a woman than many girls in their twenties or in college could ever hope to attain. She had ruffled her dark, auburn hair out and it fell to below her shoulders in a seductive just-got-out-of-bed rumpled look that made her somehow look even older.

My breathing quickened as I looked over her body, and my cock grew so hard that I thought it would rupture a vein. My little sister asked me if I wanted for her to model for me, and I gasped out a resounding yes. 

She got off the bed, and without hesitation bent over and gave me a full frontal view. With the bra being so tight, I had a perfect view of her beautiful little tits. Her nipples were as hard as diamond chips, and I could make out just the slightest bit of fluffy pubic hair poking through the waistband of her panties. She then turned around a gave me a view of her tight, perfect little ass. She pulled on the waistband of the panties which pulled the material up into the crack of her ass. I had a perfect view of two beautiful ass cheeks that looked just ripe for fucking.

She then bent over and started caressing her legs in the nylon stockings. She worked her way up from the straps on the stilettos, and slowly moved her hands up her stockings, pausing momentarily to adjust her garter belts as she put on her show for me. During all this time, her ass crack was peeking out at me through her taut panties that she had pulled up, and I could catch just the slightest glimpse of her vulva and the rim of her asshole.

Not being one to waste an opportunity, I asked her if I could feel her legs, too. She looked at me with a sexy smile and said that whatever I felt like doing was good for her. She also said that she felt like a real woman dressed the way she was, and wanted to be touched like a real woman. She then admitted to me that she had been wanting to show her body off to someone for a long time to see what the reaction would be, and she could think of no one else better to do it for than her big brother. She also admitted that she had always thought about what my cock might look like and how it would feel to touch it.

I didn't need to hear any more. I walked up to her and began sliding my hands up and down her nylon encased legs. I moved slowly at first and started at her toes, worked my way around her feet and shoes, then up to her knees and thighs. With each movement or switching of position, a soft moan escaped her lips, and I had the feeling that her little 18year old body was as turned on as her big brother's.

With my hands rubbing her up and down, my face drew closer to her ass and pussy. I took in a deep breath and could smell the wonderful aroma of the dewy wetness that emanated from her virgin pussy. It seemed that little sis was oozing sexual desire at my slightest touch. Working up courage, I let my hands slide even further up her thighs, then gently began to massage her pussy through her nylon panties. I was expecting her to protest, but she only leaned against my hand more firmly and began to move rhythmically as my hand found her slit and I felt a warm wet spot at the junction of her pussy and asshole.

Suddenly she turned around and almost pushed me to the floor, surprising the hell out of me "I want your cock, bro." She said, and climbed on top of me, pinning my body down with her silk encased legs. She tore at the buttons and zipper of my pants and without too much effort, my 9 inch cock sprang to life in front of her. She gasped as she looked at the purple head and the drop of pre-cum that oozed from the head of my dick. Not being hesitant now, she grabbed my cock with her tiny hand and began gently rubbing its head. The rubbing caused more pre-cum to ooze from my cock slit, and she used this to work onto my shaft and began to jerk me off with great precision. I had never felt anything like this before in my life. My little sister was jerking me off while wearing a skimpy outfit that barely covered her nakedness and I was enjoying the thrill of her hand stroking up and down on my cock shaft. This went on for less than five minutes, and then I almost screamed at her that I was going to shoot my load. Instead of stopping, though, she increased the pressure and speed of her strokes and before I knew it, I was shooting loads and loads of jizz all over her hands, stomach and panty clad pussy. 

I rolled over onto her and asked how she knew how to do such a thing. She giggled and said she had saw some porn movies while on a sleepover at a friend's house and had paid special attention to them to remember what to do when the time came. I pulled her close and our breathing was heavy and hot. I touched my lips to hers and we stayed that way for a little while until I felt her lips part and I gently began caressing her tongue with mine. After a few minutes of this, I felt my way down her stockinged leg and began to caress her pussy lips. She was soaking and hot. The more I rubbed the more she pushed back. Finally I pulled her panties to the side and gently inserted a finger into her wet hole. She was sopping and took my finger eagerly and easily. I began to slowly push my finger back and forth into her hole and she began moaning with delight. Before long, I moved deeper into her pussy and began gyrating my fingers to match the rhythm of her body. As her breath grew heavier, I knew that she was on the verge of something great. She grabbed my right nipple with one hand and my still erect cock with the other and began to moan deeply. It wasn't long before I felt her pussy juice flow onto my finger and over my knuckles as she came and squealed with pleasure. She kept riding my finger until her orgasm subsided and fell onto me with my finger still deep inside her.

We lay that way for a while before she began licking my ear and face and kissing me deeply again. I was ready for the ultimate action, now and knew that she was wet enough to give it a try. I asked her to pull off her panties, which she gladly did, revealing a just a hint of a hairy bush, but pussy lips that were slick and smooth. I grabbed my cock and slid it up and down her pussy, pushing it against her clit as I worked her slit into a frenzy. Finally, I moved past her pussy lips and slowly began entering my little sister's cunt. It was tough going at first, but with lubrication of her already wet pussy and my pre-cum, I was able to work my cock into her tight hole little by little. Finally, I could feel my cock head against her hymen. I gave a stronger push and she groaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Now I was all the way in her sweet pussy and began to slowly rock her up and down on my cock. We teased each other for a while, but then, as she became accustomed to my shaft, our actions became faster and faster. I licked my index finger and reached around and began fondling her asshole. She got a wild eyed expression on her face as if she didn't know what to do, but soon found it to be enjoyable and began to push back against my finger as her pussy ground up and down on my cock. When I could feel her pussy tightening around my shaft and the buildup of cum in my balls, I dared to stick my finger up to the first knuckle into her ass. She screamed and immediately began to orgasm on my cock. It was all I could do to hold my own jizz in, but I waited until she was completely done before I let loose with a load of hot juice that I could feel pulsating against my finger in her ass. 




Siblings Discover Sex and Lust



We rocked back and forth as my erection began to harden again, and she told me that she had never imagined that anything could feel so good. I told her that I had masturbated many times before while thinking of her, but being inside of her was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me. We stayed in each others arms and I could feel my cum dripping out of her pussy and puddling around my pubic bone. When we had been lying there for a while, she slowly slid off me and began kissing me again. She worked her way from my mouth, to my neck, then to my nipples where her tongue played around them until they were aching with sensitivity. She then moved down to my belly and further down to my cock. She licked up the spent sperm that had dripped down to my pubic area from my ejaculation inside her. She told me it tasted salty and sweet and licked up every drop, before dropping her mouth down to the head of my cock. As inexperienced as she was, she had an amazing tongue. First she licked the head of my shaft, paying close attention to my cock slit. A little more cum squeezed from my cock and she licked it up eagerly. She then began slowly moving her mouth down my shaft until I was rock hard again. I moved in time to her in and out movement and she used her tongue to perfection as she worked first my cock and then my balls. Feeling like I was getting more than giving, I pushed her onto her back and told her to spread her legs. With my fingers I spread her pussy lips and slowly began to lick up and down her slit. She moaned and moaned and begged me not to stop. Although I had never imagined eating my own cum, it flowed from her pussy and I swallowed every drop. I found her tiny clit and sucked on it lightly, then took it between my teeth and used my tongue as a vibrator. She began to buck almost immediately, and raised her hips up and down in a frenetic motion until I could feel her pussy contractions. She came again with a squeal and pushed the back of my head so that my mouth was firmly encased in her pussy. I devoured our wetness and reveled in the sweet musk of her pussy juices and my ejaculate. Finally, I let my tongue and teeth slip from her clit and licked up every bit of cream. She had quite a bit, and I found my tongue sliding down to her asshole to finish the job. When my tongue flicked across her tight butt hole, she put her hands underneath her ass and fed me all of her asshole that I could take. She began rubbing her pussy and moaning even more as my tongue probed deeper and deeper into her tight butt. I slid a finger into her ass and began to push and pull in and out, sending her into a frenzy of bucking. 

I had grown fully erect again, and I asked her if she wanted me to fuck her in the ass. She asked me if it would hurt, and I told her I didn't know, but I would be gentle and careful. When she was confident that I would pull out if it began to hurt, she spread her legs wider, rolled back on her hips and let me look at her tiny asshole. I got on my hands and knees above her and began licking her pert nipples. As she began to breath heavily and moan again, I slowly inserted the head of my cock into her tight bunghole, going slow so that I wouldn't hurt her. At first there was a lot of resistance, but with all the lubrication from my spit and her pussy juices, I soon found that I could get the head of my dick in her ass. She was grimacing a bit, and I asked her if everything was OK. She said that it hurt a little, but not to stop. I pushed a little more and my cock was about half buried. She was still holding on, so I pushed more and it drove my cock up to the hilt of her asshole. I stayed still for a moment to let her become accustomed to the feel of my cock in her ass, then slowly began to fuck her in and out. With squeals of pleasure she wrapped her legs around my ass and I could feel the tips of her stiletto heels digging into my backside. She began to play with my nipples as I sucked hers, and before I knew it, I was streaming white hot cum into her tight ass. She gave out a deep sigh and gripped my cock with her asshole muscles as she reached down and rubbed her pussy again. She came until she began to shake with pleasure. I let my cock stay in her ass until she stopped shaking, then pulled out. She was in a state of shock and said that she never wanted it to end. She kissed me long and hard and then gave my cock a final kiss on the head, and we lay in each others arms until we were afraid it would be time for our parents to come home. 

And to this day, it never has ended. She went away to college when she was 19, growing more and more beautiful and sexy as she got older. Her tits are now about a 38C, and her ass is amazing because she works out all the time. She keeps her pussy shaved because she knows I like the slickness of her bald snatch. She has had many lovers, but she always tells me I have been the best. We still keep up our fuck sessions whenever we can be alone. She has gotten to the point that our fucking can never be complete unless I fuck her ass and let her lick the cum from my dick after I pull out of her. Neither of us have married yet, so we have sweet taboo sex whenever we get together alone. She has learned some tricks as she has grown older—she still likes to dress up in sexy clothes and has gotten into being tied up and has even mentioned bringing another girl into our little sex play. I can't wait until that day arrives. Every time I'm about to see her I wonder what new, kinky idea she has come up with. I am never disappointed.



Siblings Experiment With Sex



Mike and Susan were twins.  They were now eighteen years old and would be graduating from High School in the spring.  Mike and Susan got along reasonable well and would tell each other secrets.  Susan had become interested in boys during the early High School years. She and her girl friends often talked about boys and sex.  The boys also discussed sex and speculated what it would be like to have sex with girls.  Mike was rather shy when it came to girls, but had learned to masturbate. 

The family lived on a mostly wooded country forty acres. Mike and Susan often roamed through the woods for privacy to share their thoughts. By the time they were in High School, Susan started to be very receptive to talk about sex with Mike, although a little shy.

One day while they were sitting in a secluded spot in the woods, they got around to talk about sex again. She said her girl friends were curious about sex and some of them had already lost their virginity. She told Mike she was a virgin and expected to stay that way, although she was very curious to experience sex. She especially liked a boy named Don at school. Mike told her he had seen Don’s cock and it was big. She commented she had never seen a man’s cock as yet.

Because they were talking about sex, Mike now had a hard one bulging in his pants. He noticed Susan glance down at his crotch as he was trying to hide his embarrassment. Then he thought, maybe she would like to see his.

During the past years, she had always avoided letting him see her naked and she acted as if she had no interest in seeing him naked. But now she was curious about sex. Mike put his hand down to his crotch as her eyes followed his hand. Maybe she wanted to see his.

He rolled onto his back to unzip his jeans, then released his cock from his shorts and let it pop out in front of her. She looked a little embarrassed, but stared at it. He then slowly moved his hand up and down a couple of times. He asked if she wanted to do it. She shrank back and said no, but continued to look. She said they had better get back to the house. 

After that encounter, Mike noticed Susan glanced at his crotch now and then. One evening Mike was in her room just before going to bed. Mom and Dad were away for the evening. Mike and Susan were both dressed in pajamas. The subject of sex came up and as a result his hard one was pushing out his pajamas. He was not trying to hide it this time because he thought she might like to see it again now that they had some privacy at home.

Susan said, “My girl friends have been talking about boy’s cocks. Julie said she stripped nearly naked with her boyfriend and held his cock. She got her hand all gooey. How did that happen?” 

Mike then let his hard cock out the front of his pajamas. He walked up to her where she was sitting on the side of the bed.

“Would you like to hold it and see how it feels?” She was hesitant, but put her hand around it. 

“Now squeeze it a little and move your hand back and forth”

This was the first time a girl had held his cock and it really turned him on. It usually took Mike a while to cum when he masturbates. Suddenly, he started cumming. It surprised him that he had cum so quick and it shocked her as the first couple of spurts hit her face and neck. She turned loose and jumped back. Later she told him she didn’t know what to expect, but had no idea it would squirt out in long spurts. She went into the hall bathroom where Mike helped her clean up. He ask if he could see her pussy. She shyly said, “No”. 

The next day while Mike and Susan were walking to school, he commented about her surprise at shooting on her. She said it was interesting and she now had something to tell her girl friends.

Mike asked her, “You told me Julie allowed her boyfriend to get nearly naked with her and her hand got gooey when she felt cock. I would like to have a chance to meet her in private, too. Do you think there is a chance for me?” She said she would ask Julie. 

That evening when they were walking home from school, Susan said, “Julie likes you. I told her what happened in my bedroom last night. She was curious about how far you spurted. That didn’t happen with her boyfriend. I am supposed to call her after dinner to see if her parents will let her come to our house this evening to study.”

Mike was excited to think Julie would hold his cock. Maybe she would let him feel her pussy. Susan won’t let him touch hers. Julie called Susan to say she could come over after dinner. 

When Julie arrived, they told Mom and Dad they were studying for a test. The three went up to Susan’s room and shut the door. They talked about sex and Julie again told about holding her boyfriend’s cock and getting her hand all gooey. By that time, Mike had a raging hard on. He stood up, unzipped his jeans and let it stick straight out. Both girls looked at it and giggled. Susan stayed sitting on the bed while Julie moved up to take it in her hand.

Julie said, “That feels just like my boyfriend’s cock. When will it spurt?”

Mike told Susan to get a towel so it would not mess up the floor. Susan warned Julie to not be directly in front of him. Mike told Julie to move her hand back and forth. He could feel he was about ready to cum. His knees got weak as it started spurting, several long spurts with some of it hitting the towel. Julie held on to continue moving her hand back and forth. Both girls giggled in delight as they watched Mike cum. He picked up the towel to clean himself, then zipped back up and everyone sat on the bed. 

Mike looked at Julie, “My shy sister won’t let me look at or feel her pussy, maybe you will let me see yours.” 

Julie smiled, “I don’t see anything wrong with that, I’ll let you see mine.” 

Julie then sat on the bed to take off her jeans. Mike watched as her panties came into view. Then she slipped her panties down her legs and stepped out of them.

“I have never done this in the light for my boyfriend as yet. You are the first boy to see me like this.”

Mike suggested she lie down on her back on the bed, then spread her legs for a better view. When she reclined as suggested, she put her fingers on her pussy. She spread her pussy lips for Mike to see, then inserted a finger.

His cock nearly burst through his jeans. He took it out and stood near Julie. Susan put her hand on his cock and moved it back and forth causing him to shoot several long spurts over on the bed and on to Julie’s body. Susan said they should get dressed just in case Mom or Dad knocked on the door.

Julie’s visit that night was a learning experience for Mike. He had never seen a girl’s pussy lips being spread and a finger inserted. The next day, Susan commented it was a new experience for her, too.

As the last few weeks went by before graduation, Susan and Mike often found time to be alone. Mom and Dad went out now and then leaving then alone in the house. Also, they went to the wooded area of the farm for privacy. They would talk about sex and she would jack him off. 

One day when they were in the woods, Mike said, “You see my cock all the time. It’s not fair because you won’t let me see or touch your pussy. Let me play with you.” His sister agreed.

They sat in the usual grassy spot for her to take off her jeans and panties. She spread her legs the same way Julie had, then he touched her pussy lips. The boys had told him he should kiss a girl’s nipples. He moved his hand up under his sister’s blouse to feel her breasts. He took his buddies’ suggestion and kissed her nipples. She started breathing irregular. 

He asked her, “Is there something wrong? 

She responded, “No, nothing is wrong. Do it some more. Suck on them.” 

At school, Mike had always wanted to kiss a girl, but never had the courage. He thought about kissing his sister on the lips right now, but she was his sister and never had any desire to kiss her in the past. He decided to continue kissing and sucking her nipples. 

The Senior Prom was at hand. Mike dressed, then went to pick up his date. Susan was thrilled to have a date with Don for the prom. The prom was very successful and everyone had a good time. It was well after midnight when both Mike and Susan were home preparing for bed. Their mother got out of bed to welcome them home, then she went back to bed. 

The house was very quite, but Mike couldn’t sleep. He got up to notice a light shining underneath his sister’s bedroom door. He lightly knock on her door. She invited him in to sit on the bed with her. They mostly whispered so that they would not wake their parents. Their parents master bedroom was downstairs while Mike and Susan had the two bedrooms upstairs. It was not likely their parents would hear them. 

Mike said, “Sis, you had a date with Don tonight. Did you feel his big cock?”

“Yes, his cock is bigger than yours. He wanted to feel my pussy. I did let him feel between my legs, but I had my panties on. We kissed a lot. He wanted to do more, but I resisted. I finally jacked him off, then he brought me home.”

“We had some more sexy kisses before he walked me to the door. Don had me so sexily excited by the time he brought me home that it is difficult for me to settle down and go to sleep. I’m glad you knocked on my door.”

“My boyfriends kiss me on the mouth, but you have never kissed me. Kisses can sure be good to make us feel sexy.”

Mike had never thought about kissing his sister, but agreed. He moved his hands up under her pajama top to feel her breasts. He kissed her nipples, then moved up to her mouth. He gave her a brother sister type kiss. 

She said, “No, that isn’t the way to do it. We have to part our lips and touch tongues..”

After sharing a few sexy kisses, Mike’s cock was very hard. “Sis, I agree with you. I like to kiss you like this.”

They stripped off their pajamas and hugged. He continued to kiss her lips and nipples. She reached for his hard cock. Mike thought she was going to jack him off as usual. 

Susan said, “Julie was telling me about the sexy thing she and her boyfriend are doing. She takes his hard cock in her mouth.” 

Mike had heard about that and saw some pictures on the internet. He said, “Go ahead and do it.”

She took the head of Mike’s cock in her mouth. He knew he was going to cum fast because it felt so good. When he started cumming, she raised her head off his cock letting him shoot in the air, but some of it hit her face. She didn’t seem to mind. Mike played with her pussy.

Susan then whispered, “Something else Julie told me. Her boyfriend licks her pussy. He lies on the bottom while she is turned around and lies on top of him. He called it a six nine position.”

Mike had heard of a six nine position but never knew what it meant. He laid on his back so Susan could position herself on top of him. The light was still on and now he could see Susan’s pussy and ass at very close range. He started licking her pussy. She told him to suck on the little button, too. Mike shot another load in her mouth, but this time she kept her mouth on his cock. He continued to lick his sister’s pussy and suck on the little button. It wasn’t long before he heard Susan gasp and groan and he wondered what was the matter. Mike asked her if she was alright, but she didn’t answer right away. 

When they sat up she said she wanted to explain. “I just had an orgasm, the first one I’ve had with you. When I am by myself, I play with the little button I asked you to kiss, then I have an orgasm. That little button is called a clit.”

Up until that time, Mike didn’t know girls had orgasms. He didn’t know about their little button and never heard of a clit before. She was teaching him a lot about girls. He would tell his buddies at school about a girls clit and their orgasms. But, he didn’t want to tell them he learned it from his sister. 

Mike asked her, “What do you do when you are out with a boyfriend?”

“We just have tongue touching kisses, nothing else. I won’t let anyone touch my pussy except you. You are my brother and we are learning together. I know some of my girl friends are allowing their boyfriends to put their cocks in them, but I’m afraid of getting a baby. If you would get some condoms, we might try it. Both of us can then learn.”

Mike had always thought in the back of his mind that he wanted to fuck his sister or another girl, but was satisfied by letting Susan jack him off. 

It was easy to get condoms. Mike was in the men’s room at the shopping center, and after inserting coins, had a supply of condoms.

It wasn’t but a few days later that Mike and Susan were alone in the house. He retrieved the condoms from their hiding place and went to Susan’s room. He showed them to her. Mike unwrapped one, took his cock out and Susan watched him roll it on. One of her girl friends had showed her one in the package, but this was the first time she had seen one on a cock.

They quickly shed their clothes and laid on the bed. They kissed several times, then laid in a six nine position to get really sexed up. Mike then turned around to move up on top of her as she laid on her back. They continued kissing while she moved one hand down to aim his cock. She was juicy but the condom was dry.

At that time, they had not heard of KY jelly. Mike continued to work back and forth going a little deeper each time. Finally, his balls were resting on his sister’s ass. This was a first time for Susan to have a cock in her and Mike’s first time, too. They were learning together.

She started bucking underneath him as he pulled back to ram forward. They both gasp and cried out as they shared their first orgasms in this manner. They laid still for awhile in the afterglow while kissing some more. He thought, sometime ago, he didn’t even want to kiss his sister, now he enjoyed their kisses and much much more. 

Both Susan and Mike were going to attend the local community college in the fall. They had all summer to do odd jobs and have fun.

Susan had arranged to obtain birth control pills. As the days went by, they had learned to have sex in different positions. Mike had not dated very much because he was getting all the sex he wanted from his sister. Susan dated some, but played the field. 

Susan told her brother she allowed her date to feel her breasts through her blouse while they kissed. Her date would get all sexed up and want her to get in the back seat. She refused, but would jack him off sometimes while parked in the driveway before he walked her to the door. Then she would come upstairs and get in bed with Mike if her parents were sound asleep downstairs. Mike would satisfy her sexual needs. 

A family catastrophe occurred that summer before college started.. Dad was killed in an auto accident. After the funeral was over, Mike asked Mom if there was enough money to survive. She assured him that dad had plenty of life insurance and the company provided a good widow’s pension. There was sufficient money for Mike and Susan to attend college. 

Mike’s mom noticed that he was rarely dating. She didn’t know he was getting all the sex he wanted with his sister at home. She wanted to talk to him one afternoon. She invited him into her bedroom and shut the door so that Susan would not hear the conversation. 

She said, “Son, I’ve noticed you don’t go out with the girls. I know your Dad did not talk to you about the birds and bees, so guess it is my job. Maybe you are just too shy around girls and need to learn what to do.”

Mike thought, if she only knew that he and Susan have sex in many different positions, but he couldn’t tell her that. He’ll just let her think she is teaching him.

“Son, when you date a girl, you should be a gentleman and treat her like a lady. She will like you for that and respond to your kisses with affection. However, some girls will be willing to have sex with you, but be careful. There are diseases out there and she might get pregnant. That’s what I want to teach you about. Always use a condom. Now they may be a little dry, but the girl should be able to lubricated herself.” 

Mike looked quizzically at his Mom and just about laughed at her explanation.

She continued, “I assume you have never seen or felt between a girls legs before, so you will need to know a little about what to do. If you do have sex, you should know about a girls vagina.” 

She tried to explain about a girls pussy and her clit. She used her hands to try showing Mike how pussy lips looked and where the hole is. She became flustered in her explanation and said, “Wait a minute and I’ll show you.”

She unzipped her jeans, moved them down over her hips and sat on the edge of the bed. She told Mike to pull them down her legs and off. Then she moved her panties down and kicked them off her feet.

She said, “I know when you were little, you and Susan took showers with me and Dad. We wanted it that way so that you and Susan would grow up to know what girls and boys looked like. I don’t mind showing you right now what is between a girls legs. Look, then take your hands and feel.”

She laid back on the bed and spread her legs. Mike put his hand at Mom’s crotch to slowly feel her pussy and ass. It felt about the same as Susan’s pussy and ass, although her butt was bigger.

She continued, “Feel the little button or clit at the upper part of my vagina.” 

Mike felt and rubbed it a little bit. With his experience with Susan, he was rubbing it just right to make Mom feel good. She started getting a little flushed and guided his hand to assist in massaging her clit. Evidently, she realized she was enjoying her son too much and abruptly took his hand away.

She said, “You learn fast. But wait, let me show you more. Now if you’ll look closely, you will see a tiny hole, that is where I urinate.” 

I looked at her finger where she was pointing. Susan had never shown me this, so I was learning something new. I now had a question, “It looks so small, can you really pee out of that little hole?”

“Yes, it is easy. I need to pee right now so come into the bathroom and I’ll show you.” She sat on the commode and spread her legs to give Mike a view.

“Now watch.” She spread her pussy lips to give him a good view. He saw a small stream shoot out of her hole. It continued for quite a while before it dribbled to a stop. He noticed Mom was watching for his reaction as if she was enjoying herself. After she wiped herself, they went back to the bedroom to sit on the side of the bed again. 

She laid back on the bed and spread her legs. “Let’s continue and I’ll show you some more. Now if you’ll put your finger back again and move it down to the lower part of my slit, you’ll find a hole. That is where you enter your cock in a girl. Go ahead and put a finger in me.” 

She was wet enough for his finger to slid all the way in. “You can put two or three fingers in me.” He then shoved another finger all the way in.

“Move your fingers back and forth. Girls like their clit rubbed at the same time, so use your other hand to rub my clit.” 

Mom was getting carried away with her explanation. She started groaning and moaning like Susan does when she is getting ready for an orgasm. Mom’s body started sexual spasms. It seemed as if her whole body shuddered and shook as she had an orgasm. Mom didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes as Mike continued to play with her pussy.

She finally sat up and said, “I didn’t really expect to go this far explaining about the birds and bees. Now let me show you how to roll a condom on your cock. Take it out.”

She was sitting on the side of the bed while Mike was still standing in front of her. It was already very hard because he had just watched Mom have an orgasm. She looked at it, “This is a nice big one for the girl you marry.” 

She took a condom out of the night stand and showed him the best way to roll it on. Now Mike was standing in front of his Mom and had on a condom. What will she tell him to do next? She seemed to be flustered as to what to do.




Siblings Experiment With Sex



She stammered, “Oh, there is another thing you should know.” She started taking off her blouse and her bra allowing her breasts to be released.

She said, “Girls like their breasts massaged and their nipples kissed. Go ahead and practice kissing my nipples.”

Mike got down on the floor on his knees and leaned forward to kiss her nipples. He could hear her breath becoming a little uneven, evidently she was getting turned on again. She reached down for his cock and squeezed it. She told him to stand up in front of her. She immediately removed the condom from his cock and deep throated him. A little bit of that and he groaned as he shot a load in her mouth. As far as he could tell, she swallowed it all.

When she finally let his limber cock fall out of her mouth, she apologized, “I didn’t expect this all to happen. I haven’t had any sex since your Dad died.”

Mike knew she wanted more and was willing to accommodate her. He suggested she put the condom back on as he didn’t want to get her pregnant. She said she had been fixed after he was born and could not get pregnant. They both moved up on the bed. She rolled him on his back so she could get on top.

Even though Mike had cum just a few minutes earlier, his cock was hard again. She easily impaled herself on him and started riding. Her breasts were bouncing around. That reminded him when he and his sister were little with Mom and Dad in the hot tub. Her breasts were bouncing up and down as she rode Dad’s lap.

His mom started gasping for air and let out a sharp scream. Mike was hoping Susan would not hear. She had a terrific orgasm. When they finished and Mike was in his bedroom, he felt so sorry for her that she didn’t have Dad anymore. Also, he was glad to give her sexual relief and would probably do so again in the future. 

Mike and Susan were alone in the house for the weekend. Their Mom had gone to visit her sister and would not be home again until Sunday evening. Susan called Julie Saturday to come over in the afternoon.

Julie had not been in the house very long until their conversation turned to sex. Susan had secretly told Julie that she had a good sexual relationship with her brother. Both girls were wearing shorts and a brief halter top. Mike playfully untied Julie’s top allowing her breasts to be free from restraint. 

He said, “I want to see your beautiful breasts.” 

She responded, “I showed you more than that a few months ago. I think it was your first time to see a naked girl. You’ve come a long way with your relationship with Susan. I rather envy you. I wish I had a handsome brother.”

Susan suggested they all go up to her room if there was any undressing to do. 

Once in Susan’s room, Mike gave Julie a very sexy kiss, then he unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall to the floor. Next he hooked his fingers on her panty elastic band to pull them down.

Julie laughed, “You are in a hurry, aren’t you.”

Susan then commented, “Go ahead, don’t let me bother you. I’ll leave you two alone for a little while.”

Mike then said, “Julie, I’ve been wanting to do this ever since you were here to let me look between your legs a long time ago. We didn’t have sex then, but I’ve often thought about it. You are so sexy looking. I heard you broke up with your boy friend, so maybe we can see each other often.”

They laid on the bed as Mike kissed her mouth and then her nipples. She was beginning to moan and squirm. There was no doubt in Mike’s mind that she really liked sex. He rolled over on top of her as she spread her legs and pulled them up. He took one hand to move the head of his cock up and down her slit, then found her hole. He slowly pushed to spread her pussy lips. As his cock was slowly going deeper, she had her hands on his butt urging him deeper. Once he was fully buried, they laid still. Each time she pulsated her pussy, she could feel his cock jerk. He started back and forth movements and began to build up to a climax. She was the first one to start her orgasm. He kept pounding her until he filled her pussy.

They laid in each others arms sharing a kiss now and then. She said, “I really like you. I have always liked you. That was one reason I let you see between my legs long ago. I want to go steady with you..”

He responded, “I think you are wonderful. I’ll give you a friendship ring to show we are going steady. You are the first girl I’ve had sex with except for my sister. Right now, let’s get up and go see what sister is doing.”

Susan was sitting quietly in the living room waiting for them to finish. She greeted them, “Well, I assume you enjoyed your privacy.”

“Yes, Sis, we did and now we are a couple. I’m going to give Julie a friendship ring.”

Julie was wearing only her panties and Mike had put on his shorts. Julie had brought a towel with her to sit on. Even though she had cleaned up in the bathroom, she knew Mike’s cum would ooze out. 

Susan looked at the way they were dressed. “Looks as if I am getting left out of the party.”

Mike responded, “Sis, don’t worry about that, I can take care of you too.”

“Thanks, but I need a date. I’ve been out with Don a couple more times lately and would like to see him again. All we ever did was for me to jack him off before I came home to get in bed with you, dear brother. I know I should not call him for a date, but maybe you would call to invite him to dinner.”

Mike picked up the phone and called Don. “Hello, Don, this is Mike. Julie is over here at my house and we are having a party. Susan is here too and looks a little lonely. Would you like to come over for dinner about six?”

Now Susan looked happy. She went into the kitchen to pour three glasses of wine for them. Mike was wondering if his sister had decided to go all the way and have sex with Don. Maybe she had decided to see if she liked his bigger cock.

Mike and Julie decided they had better get dressed before Don arrived. Don was on time at six. Cocktails were served, then everyone enjoyed the dinner the girls had prepared. More drinks were served after dinner.

When Mike started a music CD, he danced with Julie. Don did the same with Susan. At the end of the first song, Don held Susan for a long sexy kiss. The guys traded partners for the next song. Before the song had ended, Don was now kissing Julie. That was alright with Mike because he wanted to kiss both girls, too. They sat out a song and the conversation turned to sexual subjects. They sat down with each guy hugging and kissing their own date. 

Mike took Julie by the hand and suggested they go look at the internet in his bedroom. Mike glanced back at Don to see that he was tugging at his sister’s shorts trying to take them off. 

Now that Mike and Julie were gone, Susan suggested they go to her bedroom. They finished undressing allowing him to suck on her nipples. She responded by suggesting they get on the bed where it was more comfortable. Susan had jacked him off on their previous dates and she knew his cock was much bigger than her brothers. 

Susan maneuvered Don into a six nine position because she wanted to explore his cock. She twirled her tongue around his head as if measuring the size. Then she moved her mouth and tongue down the shaft to his balls. She decided it was quite a big larger than her brothers. She could feel him licking up and down her slit and sucking on her clit. It felt so very good. She took his cock in her mouth as far as she could. She thought she could feel an orgasm building up in his body as he began to strain. He became very vocal as she took the strong spurts in her mouth. She had become experience in swallowing her brother’s cum, and now she had no problem consuming Don’s many spurts. 

When Don’s breathing and body came back to normal, he knew his partner did not have an orgasm. He sucked on her clit allowing her to build up to a high for her orgasm. He thought it was very sexy to feel her body shake and strain though an orgasm.

Mike and Julie had been looking at some sexy sites on the internet. They heard Don’s vocalization and smiled at each other. They knew Don was enjoying his time in bed with Mike’s sister, Susan. They turned off the computer and started kissing and fondling preparing to satisfy each other. 

After an hour or so, the two couples returned to the living room to recuperate and have another drink. They were very scantily dressed. 

Julie said, “Susan, I’ve heard Don has a bigger cock than most guys. I’ve never been on a date with him, so I’ve never felt or seen it. What did you think of it?”

“Yes, it is bigger than my brother’s cock. I liked it very much. I think I could get used to it on regular basis.” She looked at Don to see what would be his response. 

Don responded, “Susan, I like you a lot. I always have, but you never acted as if you wanted me to go all the way. I didn’t think you liked me that much. I would like to have you as my steady girl friend. Please, will you?”

Susan jumped up and sat on his lap to hug and kiss him. She could feel his stiff cock punching her bottom. She was wearing only a thin robe. She pulled it from under her to allow his hard member to push up between her legs near her crotch. She reached down with one hand to grasp it. She lifted her butt up and sat down again with his cock stretching her pussy. They sat with his cock buried in her while continuing the conversation. 

Julie kept watching Susan wiggle on Don’s cock now and then. She finally asked, “Susan, how does that feel? I saw his cock a few minutes ago and it is rather big.”

Susan moved around on Don’s cock and smiled at Julie, “It feels very good as it fills me to the limit. While I am sitting here on him, I often feel it throb in me. Would you like to try it to see what you think?”

Julie said, “You are so sweet to let me see how it feels.”

Julie walked over to Don as Susan slowly raised up as if she wanted to keep it in her. Julie lowered her panties and slowly lowered herself on to Don. He took his hand to aim at her hole. She lowered herself a little more to start the penetration, waited a few seconds, then settled all the way down. 

Julie sort of moaned as she said, “Ohoooooooooo, that is good and it fills me too.”

Julie moved around on his cock and continued to moan.

Susan smiled at Don and Julie, “Go ahead and let him cum in you if you like it. I’ll get my chance with him again a little later.”

Susan and Mike watched as Julie began to gyrate on Don’s cock. Don held Julie’s breasts to keep them from bouncing very much. Susan could see their bodies becoming tense as they began to have orgasms. Both Julie and Don became vocal as their bodies jerked and shook as Don shot spurt after spurt in Julie’s pussy. 

When they had settled down and became calm, Susan said, “Now can I have my boyfriend back.”

Susan handed Don some tissues for him to catch the cum as Julie raised up. 

Julie said, “Thanks, Susan, for letting me have Don’s cock for a few minutes. I enjoyed that very much.”

Mike took Julie by the hand and led her to his bedroom again. It had really turned him on to watch her have sex with Don. Now he was very eager to continue having sex with her. 

Both Julie and Don called their parents to say they were staying overnight with friends. Now they wanted to stay all night with their new steady girl friend or boyfriend.

The party had been a success. Mike didn’t have sex with his sister that night, but he knew he would have many opportunities since they lived in the same house with their mom.

The house was cleaned up and the furniture was back in place when their mom came home Sunday afternoon. She said she had a good time but was glad to be back home with her son and daughter.

After everyone had retired to their own bedroom, Mike decided to go downstairs for a drink of water. His mom heard him and opened her door to say, “Is that you Mike?”

“Yes, mom, I’m just getting a drink of water.”

She was still standing in the hall way when he started to go back upstairs. He noticed she looked so nice in her short nighty. He asked, “Is something wrong, Mom?”

“No, but I missed you and daughter while I was gone only one night. Come in and sit down so we can talk. What all did you do while I was gone?”

Mike couldn’t tell her that he and sister had a sex party with Don and Julie. He said, “Oh, not much of anything. I’m glad you are back at home.”

She was sitting on the side of her bed while he was standing facing her. Her short nighty had moved up enough that he could see her bush. She said, “Come a little closer to me. I can’t reach you.” He moved closer as she reached out to touch his cock through his pajamas. He then knew that mom wanted more than just touching him.

Mike took the initiative to feel her breasts, then pushed her back to lie on the bed. He got on his knees as she conveniently spread her legs for him to look and kiss her pussy. He found her clit and began sucking on it until she had an orgasm. 

She then offered to suck his cock, but he said he wanted to bury it in her pussy. They moved around in bed for him to get on top to enter his cock. Since he had a lot of sex on Saturday night, he could easily hold back for awhile without cumming. He pounded her and kept at it until she had another orgasm, then he exploded in her pussy. 

After they both went to the bathroom to clean up, he kissed his mom goodnight and went upstairs. Susan heard him in the hall and came out to ask him what he was doing. She thought she heard some noises downstairs. He then admitted to sister that he had sex with their mom. Susan didn’t think that was so bad to keep their mom satisfied. They would talk about it later and tomorrow would be another day. 



Siblings Get Naked for Nude Day



This is a Nude Day contest story. Please vote.

A reluctant sister celebrates Nude Day naked with her brother.

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You should know two things about me. First, I'm a practical joker. Second, ever since I reached puberty, I always wanted to see my sister, Ellen, naked. I know it's incestuous of me to want to see my sister naked, but I can't help myself because she's so hot and, well, she's my sister. Then, one day, when I was masturbating for the millionth time over the naked thoughts of my sister, I came up with a plan to finally see her naked.

"I know how to see my sister naked," I said to myself for no one to hear, while masturbating over my sister, yet, again. "I'll invite her to a Nude Day barbeque, but I won't tell her it's a Nude Day barbeque, just a regular barbeque. By shaming her, tricking her, and pressuring her into removing her clothes, I'll play a practical joke on her, while finally seeing her without her clothes. Perfect."

With my practical joke set in place and by playing a practically joke on my sister, today, Nude Day, this just may be the day that I finally see my sister naked. Moreover, without having her think of me as the perverted brother, she'll think that it was more my intention to play a practical joke on her, rather than going through all of this just to see her naked.

"Oh, my God! I'm so excited," I said rubbing my hands together, as if a fly about to land on a piece of excrement. If I could high five myself I would, but that's just too weird. "I can't wait for her to get here."

Then, when my sister arrived for our Nude Day barbeque, out of the blue, my sister surprised me, shocked the shit out of me, actually. With the joke on me, she stood in front of me and started undressing. Are you kidding me? This inappropriate behavior wasn't like her. Did she know about the Nude Day barbeque and was she playing a practical joke on me? If stripping naked was her way of getting back at me, I wasn't about to question it. I just stood there enjoying the impromptu show.

I watched my sister, Ellen, stand and remove her sweater. I couldn't believe my eyes. Modest and sexually inhibited, she's never so much as removed her socks in my presence. Knowing the pervert that I am, knowing how sexually attracted I am to her, and knowing, no doubt, how much I lust to see her naked, why was she teasing me by pretending to undress in front of me? Then, when she started unbuttoning her blouse, I thought I was going to lose my mind. I thought I was dreaming. It took all the self-control I had not to unzip my pants, pull out my cock, and start masturbating over her striptease show and the sight of her bra.

Now, for those of you who don't know my sister, Ellen, she has a rack. She has big, proud C cup tits. I stared at the impressions her nipples made in her blouse through her bra. Was she cold or was she excited? More importantly, why was she undressing in front of me, her baby brother? Going with the flow, enjoying the show, not questioning why she was stripping for fear she'd stop, maybe she was preoccupied in thought and didn't realize that I was there in the room with her and that she was undressing in front of me. Instead of just enjoying the impromptu striptease, instead of shutting my mouth, in shock that she was undressing in front of me, I felt compelled to speak.

"What are you doing, Ellen?"

With her fingers poised on her blouse buttons, she stopped unbuttoning her blouse. Fuck! When will I learn? Why didn't I just keep my mouth shut? Did I just stop her from unbuttoning her blouse and undressing in front of me? I couldn't believe I broke whatever spell she was in and stopped her from exposing her bra clad tits to me. What the Hell is wrong with me? For such an incestuous pervert, I'm such a moron. 

"What does it look like I'm doing, Michael," she said with a smile. "I'm removing my clothes."

She's removing her clothes? She's removing her clothes! As if there was a fire alarm bell going off on my head, the sexual, incestuous lust I had for her finally came to a boil or in my case, to a head, when my cock quickly began to stiffen by the thought of finally seeing Ellen naked, naked, naked, naked.

Not wanting to ruin the moment by asking her anymore dumb questions that may make her feel uncomfortable, rethink what she's doing, ruin the mood, and stop her from undressing in front of me, I bit my lip this time. While waiting for her to start unbuttoning her blouse again, I stared at the impressions her nipples of her C cup breasts made in her blouse. God, she has such big tits and I can't wait to see them. Was I finally going to see my big sister in her bra? Was I finally going to see Ellen's tits? Instead of shutting my mouth, instead of remaining quiet, and instead of just enjoying the impromptu striptease show, I felt compelled to ask her the question.

"Why?"

Only, this time, I was glad that I asked her the question.

"It's Nude Day, silly."

She knows it's Nude Day. After all the plotting and planning that I had been making in the desperate and horny hopes of seeing my sister naked in celebration of Nude Day, my sister was freely undressing in front of me. What's wrong with this picture? This was just way too easy.

"Nude Day?" I looked at her pretending that I was stunned that there was even such a day as Nude Day. "It is?"

Being the pervert that I am, of course, I knew it was Nude Day. I've been frustratingly awaiting this very day for months. Nude Day to a pervert is a sacred holiday in the way that Christmas is to a Catholic. Up until now, it was my intention to invite her to a nude barbeque, but forget about that. I have the real Nude Day deal right in front of me. I looked at her with incestuous lust. Unable to construct the question, with my palms sweating, my cock swelling, and my voice shaking, I did somehow.

"Does that mean you're getting (gulp, double gulp, when I thought of seeing her tits) naked?" 

"Of course I'm getting naked silly and you should celebrate the holiday with me by getting naked, too."

Oh, my God! Are you kidding me? My soon to be naked sister wants me to celebrate the Nude Day holiday with her by getting naked in front of her? My cock throbbed with the thought of exposing myself to my sexy sister. I know it's wrong, but I always wanted to flash my sister my cock. I was curious, an understatement, what her reaction would be to seeing my big prick. Yet, there was no way that I could just pull out my cock, disrespect her, and ruin the brotherly and sisterly relationship we had by replacing it with an incestuous one by exposing myself to her, but now I had an her official invitation. Now with her undressing, with her getting naked, and with her celebrating Nude Day and asking me to get naked, too, this was my dream come true.

Only, just as I thought that, in my feeble attempt to justify my incestuous lust for my sister, I couldn't help but wonder if incestuous sex would make us closer and our brotherly and sisterly relationship even better. With her already giving me an inch, still not satisfied with seeing her naked, I wanted to give her all eight of my inches. Oh, yeah, now that my sister was intent to get naked and show me her naked body, I want to have sex with her, too. I wanted to watch her blow me, suck my cock, before I fucked her, really fucked her. Someone, somewhere, should do a scientific study to weigh the merits of incestuous sex between a parent, a sibling, a cousin, aunt, uncle, and a grandparent, that is, so long as all sexually parties are consenting adults.

I could only imagine what the holidays would be like around the dining room table with sister Sally sitting on Uncle Willie's lap, while he feels her tits and she bounces up and down on his cock. I wonder, would the holidays be better or worse? Then, remembering my holidays with my family fighting and arguing, they couldn't possibly be any worse. Perhaps, with everyone naked and having sex with one another, they'd all finally stop their feuding.

Something that I always wanted to do as a horny, incestuous guy, to see my sexy sister naked, here I am jumping way ahead of myself by thinking of having incestuous sex with my sister, when all that she's doing is undressing in front of me and stripping naked in celebration of the Nude Day holiday. Slow down. Take a breath. Relax and just enjoy the show.

Nude Day? I love Nude Day and I love my sister. Only, I still couldn't wrap my brain around my sister voluntarily getting naked in front of me without me having to trick her to do so. I was hyperventilating again.

One step at a time. Slow down. Take a breath. Calm down. Maybe, once she's naked, one thing will lead to another. Maybe I'll finally get to find out what's it like to kiss, French kiss, my sister. Maybe I'll finally get to touch and know what it's like to feel my sister in places where no brother should ever touch and feel his sister. Maybe I'll finally get to have sex with my big sister. Oh, my God. I was so excited with the horny sexual anticipation and incestuous lust of having sex with my sister.

With the concentrated look, as if I was about to score a new high on a favorite video game, with the focused stare of a terrorist in a crowded airport surmising all the people to murder, and with the same focused stare that President Obama had when his Navy Seals took out Osama bin Laden, I watched her unbuttoning her blouse. My eyes were bugging out of my head. I only needed to see my sister wrap herself around a pole to make this better.

This wasn't like my reserved sister at all. Who is this woman and what did they do with my sister? Is she drunk? Is she on drugs? Has someone hypnotized her to strip naked in front of me, her perverted brother?

A dream come true, I couldn't believe I was finally going to see my sister naked, naked, naked, naked. For years I've lusted over my sister. For years I wondered what her body looked like without all those clothes. For years, I wanted to touch her, feel her, and have unbridled sex with her. Only, I was afraid to cross that incestuous line.

Unable to ever get a naked sense of her body, other than in my dreams and in my fantasies, finally, I was going to see her naked. Always in the past, I slowly stroked my cock with the imagined naked thoughts of her. Only, unable to clearly see her naked, she wears so many clothes, too many clothes to imagine her without them.

For years, I've tried to catch a glimpse of anything that I could see of her, a panty flash, a down blouse view, even a prolonged view of her strutting around in her bikini. Only, always so prim and proper, she's so sexually modest. Always sitting like the lady that she is and always wearing clothes that never gave me so much as an up skirt or a down blouse view, I could only imagine what she looked like naked, while I masturbated over the naked thoughts of her. Now that we live in different cities, even my chance of seeing her in her bikini are slim to nil.

I stood there agog watching as she unbuttoned the last button of her blouse. With most of her bra in plain view, she flayed open her blouse, before unbuttoning her cuff buttons and removing her shirt. My big, sexy sister was standing in front of me in her sexy blue bra. Taking a few seconds for my brain to process what I was seeing, I couldn't believe my eyes. Speechless, I could only stare. I was seeing my sister in her bra, something I've never seen before. Immediately, my eyes focused on the impressions her big nipples made in the thin fabric of her brassiere. I could feel my mouth involuntarily go in the shape of a goldfish hoping for food.

"Got milk?" I so wanted to say that, but didn't for fear that I'd interrupt her from her striptease show again. 

With her tits overflowing her bra cups, I just wanted to reach out my horny hands and touch the top of her tits, before sucking out her nipples right through her big brassiere. Oh, my God. Her abundant cleavage was right there in front of me, just mere inches away from my horny hands. I wanted to reach out and feel her big breasts through her bra, while holding her and kissing her, French kissing, while I forced her hand down to feel the hardness of my cock through my pants. I wanted to finger the impressions that her nipples made in her bra to tease them out a bit more, before reaching my hand inside to finger them. 

Then, before I could adjust to her standing in front of me in her bra, she reached around behind her back and unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt. As if in slow motion, I watched her skirt slowly flutter to the floor, as my cock quickly hardened in my underwear and tented my pants. Now with my proud prick standing straight up, out, and stiff, I so wanted to unzip myself, pull out my cock, and masturbate to my sister's striptease show.

As if she was a sexy lingerie model, she stood in front of me in just her bra and bikini panty. There's just something sexy about a woman standing in front of me in her bra and panty, especially when that sexy woman is my sexy sister that I've been lusting over for years. I thought I'd die and I just wanted to touch her and feel her, before stripping her naked and fucking her.

"How do you like my body?" She said slowly twirling around.

Was that my invitation to touch her and to feel her? How do I like your body? Are you kidding me? 

"I love your body. You have a beautiful body, Ellen."

Oh, my God, my big sister has quite the hot body. Staring down from her bra covered breasts to her flat stomach to her panty covered pussy, I so wanted to reach out and cup her pussy through her panty and trace her pussy lips with my finger, before reaching around behind her to cup her sweet, round ass. It was then that I wondered again what it would be like to kiss my sister, really kiss my sister, French kiss my sister, while I felt her in places where no brother should ever feel his sister. I tried to stop myself from asking her the question but I couldn't help myself from just blurting it.

"Aren't you embarrassed undressing in front of me, Ellen, your brother? Aren't you embarrassed standing there in front of me in your bra and panty? I mean, as if you're already naked, I can practically see everything, your nipples and your pubic hair."

Duh? What's wrong with me? What's with all the questions? Shut the Hell up. Why can't I just stop talking? Why can't I just let her strip off her clothes first and then ask questions later, after she's standing in front of me naked. For now, just shut your stupid mouth.

"Well, now that you mention it, I will be embarrassed, if you don't get naked, too," she said with a sexy laugh.

Oh, my God, she wants me to get naked, too. I can't do that, can I? Yeah, I can. I can do that. I always wanted to get naked in front of my sister. I longed to show her my cock. Now that she just invited me to get naked, I couldn't believe that I was going to be naked with my sister.

Glad that I have such a close knit family, I love my sister. The only thing that would make the sight of seeing my sister naked better is if my Mom was celebrating Nude Day with us and stripping naked in front of me, too. I know it's wrong, just as I know it's perverted, but just as I've always wanted to see my sister naked, I've always wanted to see my mother naked, too. Then, I thought about celebrating the Nude Day holiday with all my aunts and all my female cousins. Now, that's my idea of real a Nude Day. With all those tits and pussies crunched together, I could only imagine what it would feel like to have a group, Nude Day, family hug.

"Okay," I said. "Sorry."

Nervously, I started unbuttoning my shirt. Then, my sister took control of the situation. She took a step forward, reached out her hands, and unbuckled my pants. With her fingertips inches away from my bulging cock, as if she was just as eager to see me naked, as much as I was eager to see her naked, I couldn't believe my sister was helping me to undress. If I'm dreaming now, don't pinch me to wake me up. Not even in my wildest fantasies, never in a million years would I ever think my sister would be helping me to get out of my pants.

Then, when she pulled down my zipper and pushed down my pants, overwhelmed with incestuous lust, I looked at her with the uncontrollable thoughts of wanting to touch her, feel her, grope her, and have sex with her right then and right there. I so wanted to push her back on the couch, strip her naked, and have my incestuous way with her. My cock was already tenting my underwear. Never have I been as hard and as excited as I was now. All I could think of was how wet her pussy was and how warm her mouth was.

"Wow. Someone is excited. Someone has an erection," she said pinching the head of my cock through my underwear with her thumb and index fingers. Show me your cock, Michael," she said falling to her knees in front of me.

Oh, my God, are you kidding me? Incestuous overload, it took all the self-control I had not to whip out my cock, put a hand to the back of my sister's pretty head, and fill her mouth with all of me, while fondling her big tits through her bra and sticking a hand in her bra to finger her nipples. All this time I thought that I was the incestuous pervert. All this time I thought I was the one who wanted my sister, when she was the one lusting over me.

"Gees, Ellen, take it easy. Relax. Slow down. You're making me nervous." 

Now that she called my bluff, now with the shoe on the other foot, I was the prey and she was the huntress. I was stunned. I was excited. I was nervous. My sexy sister just asked me to show her my cock and my knees were shaking. With her kneeling down in front of me, I couldn't believe she was staring at my bulge in my underwear in the way I've always stared at every part of her sexy body, while imagining what she looked like naked.

"C'mon, show me. I want to see my baby brother's prick," she said reaching out her hand again and feeling my hard prick through my underwear, before leaning forward and sucking my erection through the cotton material.

Oh, my God, my sister just sucked my cock through my underwear. If the touch of her hand wasn't enough, in the way that she sucked my cock through my underwear was the most erotic thing that's ever happened to me. No one has ever sucked my cock through my underwear. Her breath was so warm and her mouth was so wet. I could feel her tongue flick at the head of my cock. Accustomed to leaving a wet stain of pre-cum on my underwear, when thinking about my sexy sister naked, how appropriate for my sexy sister to leave a wet stain of saliva on my underwear with her mouth.

First, the feel of my sister's hand on my bulge and then to feel her warm mouth and her hot breath on my cock through my underwear was more than I could take. It took all the control I had not to whip out my cock, stick it in her mouth, put a hand to the back of her head, and fuck her face, while humping her pretty mouth. I so wanted her to give me a blowjob now, the reality of which was no doubt going to happen, especially after she just sucked my cock through my underwear.

What the Hell is happening? Is she on drugs? Is she drunk? This inappropriate behavior just isn't like her. All this time I thought I was the pervert. I never knew my sister was a pervert, too. It must run in the family. I never knew my sister was lusting over me, as much as I was lusting over her. Well, now that I knew, this was going to be the best Nude Day of my life.

Only, having second thoughts, afraid to cross the imaginary incest line, now that she called my bluff, I balked. I was hesitant to get naked. I was crossing the line and once I crossed the line, it was the point of no return. This was my sister. Once naked, no doubt, I was about to have incestuous sex with my sister. Yet, I didn't care. If I pulled down my underwear now with her on her knees in front of me and her face so close to my bulging erection, I couldn't help but imagine her leaning forward and taking my stiff cock in her hand, before taking my hard prick in her mouth. Instead of just going with the flow, obeying her wish to see my cock, I decided to play games.




Siblings Get Naked for Nude Day



"You first," I said with a sly smile. "Show me your tits and your pussy and I'll show you my cock."

When will I ever learn? Instead of just whipping out my cock, instead of just having her blow me, I opened my big mouth, again. Why can't I just stop talking? In hindsight, I should have just whipped out my cock, if only to see the reaction on her face and to see what she would have done.

Maybe she'd only look and nothing more. Maybe she's just a cock tease. Maybe she was bluffing, too. Maybe she would have given me a hand job. Maybe she would have blown me, before fucking me. I don't know. Now, I'll never know, that is, until she shocked the shit out of me again.

"Okay, I'll get naked first, but you have to promise me that you'll get naked, too and, once you're naked, you have to promise me that I can touch your cock, hold your cock in my hand, and stroke you, before taking your prick in my mouth," she said getting up from her knees and standing. 

Promise you? Not only was that an easy promise to make but an easier promise to keep. Only, in shock, I was speechless. I couldn't talk. Not even able to formulate an answer, I just stared at her. Then, I watched her reach around behind her unhooked her bra without removing it.

"Okay," I said. "Sure. I promise."

"You promise what?"

"I promise to get naked and I promise you can touch my cock, hold it in your hand, and stroke me, before (gulp) taking it in your mouth."

I so wanted to say that I promise you can fuck me, too, after you blow me. Only, I didn't want to push my luck. I didn't want to awaken her from whatever lustful dream like fantasy she was having. For sure, after seeing my sister naked and her seeing me naked, I'd be happy with a blowjob.

As if raising up her tits to offer them to me, I watched her cup her bra with both hands. Then, as if she was a mermaid removing her oyster bra, I watched her bra straps slip from her shoulders and fall to her forearms. Still covering herself with her bra cups, she slipped one arm out of her bra strap and then the other. Taking her sweet time stripping and driving me crazy in the process, my sister was such a sexy bitch. With the body of a stripper combined with the incestuous desire of her being my sister, she was such a tease. I couldn't wait to see her big tits.

"Are you ready to see my tits?" 

"Oh, good God, yes, Ellen. Yes," I said breathlessly. "I've been ready all my life."

"Are you ready to see my nipples?"

"Oh, God, yes, Ellen. Please, show me your nipples." Only, instead of continuing her sexy game, here I go again with the useless dialogue. "Wait," I said wanting to kick myself for talking, delaying her from removing her bra and, perhaps, ruining the moment. "Just as you made me promise that, when you see my cock, you can touch it and hold it in your hand, before taking it in your mouth, when I see your tits, may I touch them, too?"

"Yes, little brother," she said with a sweet smile, as if she was agreeing that I could borrow her car.

"May I suck them?"

"Of course. I'd love for you to suck my nipples, Michael."

I watched her slowly remove her bra from her tits. Am I dreaming? I couldn't believe my eyes. My sexy sister was standing before me topless. Her big tits were right there.

"Oh, my God, Ellen. You have amazing breasts," I said reaching out my hand to touch them. 

"Oh, no," she said covering her breasts with her hand. "Show me your cock first. After I touch your cock, hold it in my hand, and stroke you, before taking it in my mouth, is when you can touch, fondle, and caress my breasts and finger my nipples, while I suck your cock."

Oh, my God. In one motion, I pulled down my underwear and my cock just sprang out straight forward. Immediately, she touched it, grabbed it, wrapped her fingers around it, and took it in her hand, while slowly stroking me. Then, leaning forward, she took me in her mouth when...

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" 

My alarm scared me awake.

Every morning, I had the same frigging dream and every morning the fantasy goes just a little bit further. God damn it! Why can't I have this dream when I first fall asleep? Never do I get to touch my sister's tits. Never do I see my sister's pussy. Only seeing her topless for just a moment, never do I get to see my sister totally naked. Never do I get to feel my cock in my sister's hand and her mouth.

Every morning, I try going back to sleep to see if I can have that dream again, but I never do. I just end up being late for work. Every morning I end up masturbating over the naked thoughts of my naked sister touching me and sucking me, before jumping in the cold shower and heading off to work sexually frustrated. Only today was different. Today, I took off the day. Maybe today, Nude Day, will change all of that. Maybe today, Nude Day, is when I'll finally see my sister naked.

My friends were having a Nude Day barbeque at the beach. I invited my sister but, figuring this was my golden opportunity to see her naked, I didn't tell her that the barbeque was a naked barbeque in celebration of Nude Day. I just told her it was a barbeque. Knowing what a prude my sister is, if I told her it was a Nude Day celebration, she'd never attend. I knew everyone there would be naked and I was hoping my sister wouldn't be the only stick in the mud. I was hoping she'd get naked, too. A good plan when I thought of it, now it seemed a bit perversely desperate. Suddenly, I had the sinking feeling that it wouldn't work.

My sister has a high pressure job. She's a marketing representative for a famous brand luggage company and because of her job, she travels a lot, especially to faraway places such as China, Taiwan, and Japan, even Dubai. With a week off from work, she was looking forward to kicking back and relaxing. Instead of enjoying my time with my sister, I wanted to enjoy making time with my sister.

Since I'll be introducing her to are all my friends from college for the first time, they don't even know that I have a sister. Back then, if we weren't discussing classes, professors, homework, and girls on campus, we were drunk and/or high. Finally away from home and living on our own, few of us discussed our families. Besides, thinking that they may think me weird if I got naked in front of my sister, I just introduced her around as Ellen. I figured that way, everyone would think we were boyfriend and girlfriend on a Nude Day date and not incestuous siblings. Truthfully, it wouldn't much matter what we were and what they thought, once we all started drinking, got hammered, and got naked; no one would care.

Sure enough, an hour into the barbeque, one by one, people started stripping off their clothes. Some hung out naked, others went for a swim and returned to the beach just wearing a towel, and only a few kept on their clothes. I noticed my sister checking out some of the guys cocks. I guess she wasn't as much of a prude as I thought.

Nonetheless, my sister was one of the few women still dressed. Finally, after watching her continue to check out the naked guys, and deciding that she's no prude, I figured it was now or never. I figured she was staying dressed because I was still dressed. Now that I was here with her, I couldn't help but wonder about all the dreams I've been having about her. Maybe there was something to what I was dreaming. Maybe she's just as sexually attracted to me, as I am to her. Maybe my dream was a prelude to this Nude Day naked barbeque that I'm now celebrating fully clothe with my sister.

"Happy Nude Day," I said to her sitting on my towel in the soft, warm sand, as I removed my shoes, socks, shirt, and pants. Wishing it was my reality, instead of just a dream, wishing she'd unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip my pants, before pulling down my boxer shorts, I thought about my sister helping me to undress in my dream. 

"You didn't tell me this was a Nude Day barbeque, Michael," she said with an angry tone to her voice. She stood beside me and looked down at me, while watching me undress.

"I forgot," I said lying.

Oh, oh, here we go. This plan will never work. She'll never get naked and if I get naked in front of her now, she'll ask me to take her home.

Duh, telling her that I forgot that this was a Nude Day barbeque was a stupid thing to say. I'd never forget that I was attending a Nude Day barbeque, but I was so nervous that I wasn't thinking straight. Besides, I never could lie to my sister. Now rethinking my plan, did I dare strip in front of my sister?

I so wanted to get naked. I so wanted to finally experience my dream. I needed to know what would happen when I crossed that invisible incestuous line. I needed see what would happen, when I went beyond all that I've been dreaming about Ellen night after night. What would her reaction be to seeing me naked and seeing my cock? For sure, had I not had the courage received from consuming a few beers, I don't think I would have stripped. Would she look or would she look away?

"Bullshit! You forgot everyone would be naked? Don't give me that crap, Michael," she said looking at me with a laugh, before crossing her arms in front of her and rolling her eyes. "Knowing you, Mr. Horny, I don't think you'd forget something like a Nude Day barbeque. For sure, that would be something you'd look forward to getting naked in front of all these women, while seeing them naked, too."

"We can leave if you're uncomfortable with nudity, Ellen," I said hoping she'd say no.

"I just don't understand why you invited me, Michael, if you knew this was a Nude Day celebration and we'd both be naked," she said looking at me, in the way my mother used to look at me, when she caught me looking up her skirt or down her blouse. "This is too much like incest."

What was she saying? Even though I suddenly felt like a creep, I couldn't help but wonder if she was going to get naked or not. Oh, shit. I had to think fast. I didn't want her to leave, before I got naked. Not now, anyway. I needed her to stay. I needed her to get naked, too. At the very least, I wanted to expose my cock to her. I wanted her to see my cock. With her seeing my cock, I was curious if she'd look at it, stare at it, or look away, and I'd have masturbation material for the next few years.

With all the vibes I've received from her in the past, I needed to know if she's interested in having some sort of incestuous relationship, even if it was only getting naked in front of one another. Moreover, I wanted her to get naked, too. I needed to see her naked body. I so wanted to see her tits, pussy, and ass, if only to have something more realistically explicit to masturbate over, while thinking of her. Now feeling a bit defeated, my plan was falling apart, crumbling before it even got started. Moreover, I felt that I had ruined the bond of trust that my sister had for me.

"Okay, honestly, I was using you," I said with a look of sadness.

Even I was surprised, when I blurted that out. Shooting off the cuff and riding from the seat of my pants, I was playing loosely goosey with her emotions. Yet, now, I was really lying to her.

"Using me? What do you mean, you were using me?" She looked at me, as if she had caught me in a lie. "How? Why?"

In the way she looked at me, I could tell that I hurt her feelings and immediately I felt bad, so bad that I wanted to hug her, while grabbing her ass and feeling her tit. Gees, what the Hell is wrong with me? Thinking fast, I shot from the hip again.

"I'm sorry, Ellen, to bring you here under false pretenses, but there's a woman I like--"

"A woman? Really? Which one, point her out," she said looking over at my naked female friends. Truthfully, I couldn't believe she bought that. "I'm curious what type of woman you'd be attracted to," she said looking from my friends and back to me.

Look in the mirror, I so wanted to say. You're the type of woman, I'd be attracted to. You're the woman of my desire and of my dreams. Only, I didn't dare say that. Unless she said or did something first, such as grabbed my erection or suck my cock through my underwear, I didn't want to risk ruining our sibling relationship. Only, now I knew she'd never do anything like that, anything like she did in my dreams. Still, I didn't want to expose my hand, along with my cock to her, not yet, anyway. I'm better off bluffing to see how far I can go with her, before she demands that I take her home.

"Disappointingly, she's not here, but her girlfriends are," I said where four naked women gathered in the distance talking and laughing.

"Okay, so let me get this straight. Your plan was to show up with me, your sister, hoping that you'd make the woman that you like jealous?"

"Something like that. Only, there's another reason, too," I said going deeper in quicksand.

"What other reason?"

"I'm a little embarrassed to say," I said with downcast eyes, while playing my part for all that it was worth.

"Tell me, Michael. I'm your sister. Don't be embarrassed," she said touching my shoulder. "You can tell me anything."

"Well, because I've been pining away over Cynthia, Cindy, actually, and haven't dated anyone else, the guys have been talking behind my back, teasing me, and calling me gay, while wondering if I am gay."

"Gay? I never considered you being gay," she said looking at me with softness, albeit restrained shock. "Are you?"

"No," I said. 

"You know, Michael, there's nothing wrong with being gay," she said biting her lip. "I wasn't going to tell you this, but if it will help ease you from out of the closet, well," she said pausing and looking at me with a pink flush of embarrassment to her cheeks. "I had a lesbian relationship with my roommate in my sophomore year in college."

What? Are you serious? My sister is a dyke? A lesbo? No way. Such a waste.

"Really?" I looked at her not believing she had sex with a woman. "Seriously?"

"It only lasted a few months. It was just something I was curious about doing and now that I did, it's out of my system."

Suddenly the image of my sister in bed naked with another woman lying in between her legs licking her pussy filled my mind with passion for her. Then, I imagined my sister eating her roommate's pussy. Oh, my God. I felt my cock pulsating, while thinking about the two of them in the sixty-nine position. It was then that I wondered if I said that I was gay, if she'd strip naked. Only, I couldn't say I was gay, when I wasn't.

"I'm not gay, Ellen."

When she didn't respond, I continued undressing in silence. She watched me, as if I was giving her a strip tease show. Waiting for her to stop me, I wondered if she'd still be staring at me, when I removed my boxers and exposed my cock to her or if she'd walk back to the car and wait for me to take her home. Expecting her to leave I waited and when she didn't leave, I stripped off my boxers. Immediately, her eyes went to my cock. In the way she stared at my cock, she gave me a semi-erection.

"So, let me get this straight," she said talking to my cock, instead of talking to me. "First you wanted to make the woman you like jealous, the same woman who's not even here, but her friends are--"

"Yes, but I didn't know she wasn't going to be here," I said looking up at my sister with a sad face, but a happy cock. "The last I heard, she was coming." I couldn't believe I was standing in front of my sister naked, while she was staring at and ogling my cock.

"And by being with me, you wanted to show your buddies that you're not gay," said Ellen shaking her head in disbelief of the things that I've done and still do.

"That's about the extent of it. Yeah," I said knowing that I was in deep now.

"That's a pretty devious plan, but flawed," she said with a laugh.

"Flawed? Why flawed?"

"Well, what would happen if the woman you were trying to make jealous was here and you started a serious relationship with her, got married even. Then, when her and her friends met me, your sister, at your wedding, they'd remember us together on the beach naked."

"Yeah, you're right. I didn't think it through, I guess," I said more focused on hoping to see my sister naked than on trying to make some pretend woman jealous. "I was more focused on just getting a date with her and maybe getting her in bed. I'm embarrassed to admit that it's been a long while since I've had sex and I'm extremely horny."

"Well, that makes two of us," said Ellen still staring at my cock.

Already excited before with the anticipation of stripping naked, now that I was naked and my sister was staring at my cock made me even more excited.

"What do you mean?"

"It's been a while since I've had sex, too, and I'm always horny," she said in a quiet little voice, as if talking to herself, all the while staring at my exposed prick.

"It must be a family thing," I said with a nervous laugh not knowing what else to say.

With me flashing my sister my cock and with my sister staring at my cock, I figured that was the extent of our Nude Day barbeque. Only, she surprised me, when she started unbuttoning her blouse. Deja vu, just like in my dream, only having learned from my dream, this time, I kept my mouth shut. I couldn't believe it when she removed her blouse and was standing there not two feet away from me in her pink bra. She removed her pants next. I stared at her standing in her sexy bra and bikini panty, as if I had never seen a semi-naked woman before.

"This is too weird," she said.

"What's weird?"

"Getting undressed in front of you, my brother." She said, while still staring at my cock. "Could you at least cover that thing with your hand?"

"Why? It's Nude Day," I said standing with my cock sticking straight out from my body.

"Because as I said before, it's been a while since I've had sex and as much as I hate to admit it, the sight of your penis is getting me sexually aroused. To be honest, I'm not comfortable being aroused by my own brother."

I couldn't believe I was turning on my sister. I couldn't believe she told me that I was. I couldn't believe she was still staring at my cock. I so wanted to walk over to her and hump her. I so wanted to stick my cock in her hand.

"Don't think of it that way," I said removing my hand from my cock and standing proudly, as if I was in a Captain Morgan commercial.

She was staring at my cock. I cupped my balls and then held my cock in my hand, as if offering it up to her and she never removed her eyes from my prick. Wondering what she'd do, if I did, I so wanted to stroke myself. I so wanted to masturbate in front of her. 

"How else am I to think of it?" 

I watched her looking away, trying not to look at my prick, but every time she looked away, she'd look back at my cock and stare. I couldn't believe my sexy sister, the woman I've been lusting over for years, was still staring at my prick. The more she stared, the harder my cock stiffened, until I had a full erection. Now, with my cock sticking straight out from my body, with a never ending erection, her unbroken stare made me even more excited.

"Suspend your disbelief for today. Forget we're brother and sister. Today, we are man and woman, boyfriend and girlfriend, enjoying Nude Day, a day free of clothes."

When I said that at the time, it sounded good to me. One day out of the whole year, Nude Day, was a great time to pretend that my sister and I were girlfriend and boyfriend.

"Boyfriend and girlfriend?" She could always tell when I was lying and she shot me a look that made me feel guilty and perverted that I was trying to coerce my sister to get naked. "That's a crock of shit, Michael, and you know it," she said with a laugh. "You just want to see me naked."

"So, what if I do? I love my sister," I said knowing that I'd have to backpedal a bit to continue to go forward. "Having grown up with you, while living in the same house, how could I not be attracted to you?"




Siblings Get Naked for Nude Day



"Attracted to me? I love you too, Michael, but as a sister, not as a girlfriend. I'm not sexually attracted to you and if you think you're going to put the moves on me, while trying to seduce me, I won't go there. I'm not into incest," she said give me a look of disappointment. "That's really sick, Michael."

If my sister had sex with her female roommate back then, I was curious if she'd have sex with me, her brother, now. To be honest, now that I know my sister had lesbian sex, I figured my chances of my sister having incestuous sex with me greatly improved. 

"What about just a blowjob?"

Shocking even myself, I couldn't believe I said that, but after seeing her reaction, I was glad I did. She looked down at my cock, stared at it again, as if she was thinking about blowing me.

"Michael! On second thought, maybe you should just take me home."

"C'mon, Ellen. I was only kidding about the blowjob. You know me, the jokester. Loosen up. You're on vacation. We're on a beautiful beach and it's Nude Day. Relax."

"I don't know about this, Michael. This is wrong on so many different levels," she said still staring at my cock. "Seeing you so exposed, seeing your cock, and seeing you standing there naked, is too much like incest," she said still staring at my prick.

Either my sister was horny or attracted to me. Whichever she was, I didn't care, so long as she stared at my cock.

"I like your matching bra and panty, by the way," I said staring at the impression her nipples made in her bra and the dark patch of pubic hair that showed through her panty.

"Pardon?"

"Your bra and panty, I like them. Pink is not usually my favorite color, but it looks good on you. It goes with your complexion."

"You do?" She looked down at herself. "Thank you," she said. "Yeah, I like this bra and panty, too. It's one of my favorites," she said looking down at herself, before looking at me staring at her.

With both of us looking at one another, it was a long moment without either of us talking. Then, I couldn't believe it when she reached around her back, unhooked her bra, and peeled the straps from her shoulders. When I saw her and watched her, I think I stopped breathing.

"Wow!"

"Michael!"

She covered herself with her forearm, while looking down at herself, before looking at my cock again, which was still as hard as wood.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself. You have amazing breasts, Ellen" I said and she did.

"I do," she said removing her arm to look at her breasts, before looking back at me and puffing out her chest, as if showing me her breasts. Her nipples were already erect and I wondered if she was excited or cold.

"Those are the best breasts I've ever seen. You could pose for Playboy."

I've seen a lot of tits in my young 23-year-old life, but my 25-year-old sister had the best knockers I've ever seen. They were so round and perfectly symmetrical. If I didn't know my sister would never have a boob job or any plastic surgery, I'd think they were implants.

"Eww, Michael, you have an erection," she said reaching out and touching it and pushing it away with her finger, while still staring at my cock.

I've had an erection, ever since I removed my boxer shorts. Did she just now notice or was this her way to stare at my engorged prick again. I looked down and my cock was voicing its approval with seeing her big, shapely boobs. Besides, with her staring at my cock all the while, how could she not know that I've had an erection all along?

"Sorry," I said, while not being sorry at all. "How could I not have an erection seeing my sister topless? For sure, I'd be gay, if I didn't have an erection seeing your tits."

"Well, here goes," she said peeling down her panty.

"Oh, my God!" I couldn't believe my eyes. "I haven't seen this, since I was watching old porn movies from the seventies."

"What?" She turned red and looked down at herself, while covering her pussy with her hand.

"I figured you'd be shaved or trimmed. I never figured you'd have a huge red bush of pubic hair," I said with a laugh.

I didn't mean to laugh; I just did. For sure, I didn't want her to feel embarrassed or uncomfortable. I didn't want her to put her panties on again. Only I couldn't stop myself from staring at my sister's red bushy pussy. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but at first look it was a big as Eric the Red's Viking beard and wilder.

"Yeah, well, I didn't know I'd be naked at a barbeque," she said with a laugh. "If I had known, I would have trimmed it. It's not that bushy, is it?" She looked down at her pussy and exposing her pink pussy lips, she pulled her pussy up with her fingers, before looking up at me staring at her big, red bush.

"It's a forest," I said with a laugh and using her question as an invitation to ogle her pussy longer.

I so wanted to finger fuck her. I so wanted to lick her. I so wanted to fuck her.

"Well, what do you think of your older sister now?" She put her hands over her head and twirled around in the sand, as if she was an ice skater, which she once was. Oh, my God, if I thought my sister had unbelievable tits, she had an unbelievable ass, too.

"You have a fabulous ass and a fantastic body, Ellen. Happy Nude Day," I said wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her to me, and giving her a big hug, while sliding my hand down to her ass and cupping her ass cheek. A perfect fit, my cock immediately found its rightful place between her legs and immediately, I felt the tingle of her wetness. "I love your big tits and pink, puffy nipples, and your round, firm ass."

"Michael! Stop that! Really! Let go of me."

"What?"

"You just grabbed my ass and your cock nearly impaled my pussy. Get that thing away from me," she said reaching her hand down to grab my cock and push it away.

Oh, my God. My sister just touched my cock. It was one thing to be naked in front of my sister and another thing for my sister to be naked in front of me, I could handle that without having sexual connotations, kind of, not really, okay, not at all, but when she touched my cock, my thoughts were filled with incestuous lust for her.

"Sorry, I was just hugging you," I said while dropping my hand down to cup her sweet ass again.

"Michael, don't. That makes my skin crawl," she said taking a step back. "You're not hugging me, you're groping me," she said pushing away. "Let's we go for a swim. The cold water will lessen your sexual excitement," she said laughing, while poking my cock with her fingers again.

Maybe it was wishful thinking on my part, but the fact that she couldn't keep her eyes and now her hands off my cock was hopeful that our naked time together may lead to more than just a Nude Day celebration. With all the testosterone running through my body, I'm not embarrassed to admit that I'd do my sister. Any brother who had a sister who was as hot as my sister, would do her.

All so surreal, to be honest, I couldn't believe she was naked. Truth be told, she had a better body than I had imagined and a better body than even I had. If she was anyone but my sister, I'd consider her hot. If she was anyone but my sister, I'd be all over her naked body. Actually, the fact that she was my sister made her even hotter in my eyes. As if a boyfriend and girlfriend, we held hands as we walked down to the water.

"Thanks for doing this, Ellen," I said pulling her hand towards my cock and leaving it there. With my cock in contact with the back of her hand, when she didn't pull away, I was encouraged to do more.

"Michael," she said trying to pull her hand away from my cock, while I pulled her hand on my cock.

"The guys are watching us," I said pulling her hand back on my cock and luckily they were watching us. I felt her fingers rest on my cock and I so wanted her to wrap her fingers around my cock.

"Thanks for doing what?"

"For pretending you're my girlfriend," I said taking that as an excuse to wrap her fingers around my cock.

"Yeah, well, so long as you behave yourself, Michael," she said finally pulling her hand away. When she let go of my cock, I grabbed a handful of her naked ass.

"Michael!"

"Sorry, but the guys are watching me," I said giving them a wave.

"Oh," she said looking to where I was waving. "Sorry," she said. "I forgot we're supposed to be boyfriend and girlfriend."

"You don't mind, do you?" I put my hand back on her ass and pulled her hand in contact with my cock, again.

"No," she said. "It's okay, I guess. It's the least that I can do for my baby brother, so that they don't think you're gay."

"I love your ass, Ellen," I said cupping her cheek in my palm as we walked to the water.

"I surprised you, didn't I?"

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't think I'd strip, did you?"

"Actually, no, but I was hoping you would," I said taking her question as an opportunity to ogle her body again. She had an incredible ass and I couldn't believe I was groping her ass. "I'm glad you did. I've always been curious what you looked like naked."

"Well, now that you know, what do you think?" She slowly twirled around again.

"You have a body just like Mom's."

"Mom? Eww?" She looked at me with a face full of shock. "How would you know what Mom looks like naked?"

"I've seen Mom naked more than a few times?"

"When?"

"When she used the hot tub with Dad and thought that I was asleep. Then, there were those times, after she divorced Dad, when she'd come drunk from a date and practically strip off her clothes in the living room in front of me. Then, she'd leave her bedroom wide door open and I'd go upstairs to ask her how her date went, while she changed in her nightgown."

"No way. You're making this up. Mom stripped off her clothes in front of you?"

"Only when she was drunk. Besides the bedroom light was off, I couldn't make out much more than her silhouette."

"So what did you go back to your room and masturbate over all that you saw of Mom?"

She looked at me with an expectation of the truth and I couldn't disappoint her by lying to her, not now with the two of us being so open, so honest, and so naked.

"I did."

"How many times did you masturbate over Mom?"

"I dunno, lots of times."

There was an uncomfortable silence with neither of us talking, before she asked me the question.

"Did you ever masturbate over me?"

I looked at her wanting to lie, but I couldn't.

"I did."

"How many times?"

"Lots?"

"More than Mom?"

She looked at me, as if the number of times I masturbated more over her would quantify my sexual desire for my sister over my mother.

"Yes."

"So, tell me, I'm curious."

"What?" I knew what she was going to ask before she even asked it.

"What did you think about, when you were masturbating over me?"

"You know, the usual stuff."

"What usual stuff? Tell me."

"I'd wonder what you looked like naked."

"Well, now you know," she said looking down at herself, before looking over at my cock and when she looked at me, I stared at her. "What else?"

"What do you mean, what else?"

"Did you ever imagine us having sex?"

"No," I said lying.

"Michael, you're cock is your lie detector," she said reaching out her hand and squeezing the head of it and leaving her hand there. "It's sticking out straight."

"Okay, yeah, I used to imagine having sex with you, while masturbating."

"Did you imagine kissing me?"

"Yes."

"French kissing me?"

"Yes."

"Sucking my tits."

"Of course."

"Did we fuck in your imagination?"

"We did."

"Did you eat me?"

"To be honest, I did, just as I'd like to now," I said. "And I gave you an orgasm with my fingers, my mouth, and with my cock."

"Michael! You're such a little pervert." She looked at me with a face full of lust. "So, tell me."

"Tell you what?"

She paused. She looked at me, before looking down at my cock again. Then, she looked up and made eye contact.

"Did I blow you?" She stared down at my cock again. When she asked me that, the look on her face told me that she'd blow me, if I played my cards right.

"Oh, yeah," I said as my cock twitched with the imagined thought of my sister on her knees in the soft sand, taking me in her hand, before taking me in her mouth and sucking my cock.

"And," she laughed, "did you cum in my mouth?"

"I did," I said now imagining putting a hand to the back of my sister's pretty head and exploding a load of cum in her mouth.

"And," she said laughing again, "did I swallow?"

"You did," I said staring at her mouth, while imagining her swallowing my warm, oozy load.

"Yeah, well get those nasty thoughts out of your mind little brother because, just as I'd never allow you to lick my pussy, I'd never suck your cock. You're my brother and I'm your sister."

Away from the rest of the people, before going in the water, we sat on the beach talking and drinking. I couldn't believe she asked me all those questions, while we were both naked, as we still were now. Either my sister was a little bit inebriated or she was excited that she was naked in front of me with the thoughts that I had masturbated over her. I was hoping more for the latter than for the former, but it would be even better if she was drunk and excited.

"I think you have a hot body, sis."

"Thank you. You're not so bad yourself," she said reaching out her hand and taking hold of my cock briefly before letting it go. Only, as soon as she touched me, my cock sprung to life. Now, I had a big boner.

"Gees, Ellen, every time you touch me like that, you make me so horny that I want to masturbate."

"Go ahead," she said staring down at my cock again.

"Go ahead what? What do you mean?"

"Masturbate for me."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'd like to watch you masturbate," she said staring at my cock.

"I'd like to watch you masturbate me," I said taking her hand in mine, before placing it on my cock. This time, she left her hand there.

"I'll tell you what," she said. "I'll masturbate if you masturbate."

"Seriously?"

"No," she said with a laugh. You need some cooling off. C'mon, I'll race you to the water," she said. 

Suddenly, I don't know why, but I felt embarrassed that I was naked in front of my sister. I had a huge erection and when I ran ahead of Ellen across the hot sand and down to the beach, my cock danced up and down and side to side. Running, while splashing, I jumped in the water headfirst.

With her right there beside me, the water was so cold that I grabbed her around the waist and she put her arms around my neck. We stayed like that with our bodies touching one another, while submerged up to our waist in the water and bobbing up and down. With my cock pressed against her pussy, even with the cold water, my cock pulsated against her. Then, she kissed me.

It was a little peck at first, but then she closed her eyes and parted my lips with her tongue. I couldn't believe my sister was French kissing me. As soon as I felt her tongue in my mouth, I cupped her breast in my hand, while fingering her nipple. Once I did that, her kiss became more passionate. Obviously her nipple was her on erogenous zone button and I pressed, pulled, fingered, turned, and twisted her nipple again and again. I reached my other hand down and felt her ass, while my fingers explored her pussy.

"Michael," she said breathlessly, "are your friends watching?"

As if she needed the pretense of my friends watching us to justify her touching me and me groping her, while kissing and kissing, that worked for me.

"Yes," I said, "they're watching us. Quick, Ellen, grab my cock. Take my cock in your hand and stroke me."

"But we're underwater. They won't even see my hand."

"It's okay," I said. "They'll see your arm go down and they'll know that you're fondling my cock."

"Okay," she said reaching down and taking my cock in my hand, before stroking me. Then, she cupped my balls. Oh, my God. Let me tell you, you've never had your balls cupped, until your sexy sister cups your balls. "How's this?"

"Unbelievable, Ellen," I said returning her kiss and this time parting her lips with my tongue.

My cock felt so good in her hand, as if it belonged there. Something that I had imagined my mother doing, while I masturbated, my sister was doing now.

"Michael, should we be doing this?"

"It's okay, Ellen. We're just celebrating Nude Day."

"Michael," she said laughing, "how is making out with your sister celebrating Nude Day?"

"It works for me," I said with a laugh.

I couldn't believe I was making out with my sister, while she stroked my cock and I groped her sexy body.

It wasn't so much that I was embarrassed because of my sister, but I was embarrassed wondering if any of my friends knew or suspected that we were brother and sister. By the time we had gone for our walk, we already had some food and a good buzz going from the alcohol and pot that was at the party. To be honest, I don't remember if I kissed her or she kissed me again, but we were making out again, really making out, this time, as if we were alone on a deserted island.

I couldn't believe I was making out with my sister, while groping her naked ass and feeling her naked tits. I inserted a slow finger deep inside her and finger fucked her. She wasn't so innocent either, with her hands all over my ass, cock, and balls.

"Okay, Michael, that's enough," she said when I threw my leg over her and tried to mount her.

"C'mon, Ellen, you can't stop now. I'm so sexually frustrated."

She looked at me, as if thinking what to say next.

"What if I gave you a hand job?"

I couldn't believe she offered to masturbate me.

"Really?"

"Yeah, what if I gave you some relief with my hand," she said taking my cock in her hand.

"Yeah, sure, okay, that would work," I said looking at her to see if she was kidding, before quickly deciding that she wasn't.

She sat up more and wrapped her hand around my cock, while stroking me.

"How does that feel?"

"Are you kidding me? It feels incredible. Only, would you mind if I felt your tits, while you masturbated me?"

"Okay, but just my tits and not my nipples. My nipples are so very sensitive that I...Michael, I told not to touch my nipples," she said watching my fingers touch, pull, and twist her nipples.

The more I played with her nipples, the faster she stroked me. If you weren't my brother, I'd have you finger fuck my pussy again. I need to get off," she said.

Taking that as in invitation, I buried my fingers in her forest.

"Michael, this is so wrong, but it feels so good. Oh, my God. Suck my nipples, while you fuck me with your fingers."

When I started fucking her deeper, when she started breathing heavier, she pulled away.

"No, I can't do this. If we continue, I swear to God that I'll suck your cock," she said staring down at my cock, while still stroking me."

"Suck it, blow me, Ellen. Please. Really, I don't mind."

"Yeah, I bet you wouldn't mind me blowing you," she said with a laugh, while still staring down at my cock.

I leaned forward and gave her a long, wet kiss, while fingering her nipple. 

"Suck my cock, Ellen," I whispered in her ear.

"Okay," she said, "but I swear, if you ever tell anyone that I blew my baby brother, I'll kill you."

I couldn't believe it when she leaned down, made herself comfortable in the warm, soft sand, and took my cock in her mouth. Ellen was blowing me. My older sister was quite the skilled cocksucker. Suddenly feeling guilty, I pushed her away. 

"Okay, that's enough," I said.

"Why? What's the matter?"

"If you continue, I'll cum in your mouth."

As if pondering it, she looked up at me, while still stroking my cock.

"That's okay. I don't mind if you cum in my mouth, Michael. I've had lots of guys cum in my mouth before," she said.

"As much as I want to cum in your mouth, I can't."

"I'm the sexually frustrated one now," she said. She looked at me, before looking down at my cock and back up at me again. "Fuck me, Michael."




Siblings Get Naked for Nude Day



"Seriously?"

"Yeah, it's been a long while since I got laid and I need to feel your cock in my pussy."

"I didn't bring a condom."

"It's okay. I'm on the pill," she said.

As if I was dreaming, I pushed my sister back on the soft, warm sand and mounted her. She directed my cock in her wet pussy and we fucked like dogs, before making love. She had an orgasm. Then, I went down on her and gave her another orgasm with my mouth and my fingers. Glistening with sweat, she was quivering.

"That was incredible, Ellen."

"Did you cum?"

"No," I said feeling a bit disappointed. Even though I wanted to, maybe because she was my sister, was the reason why I couldn't ejaculate.

"Do you want me to suck you?"

"Yes," I said without hesitation. "Can I cum in your mouth?"

"Yes," she said.

"Will you swallow?"

"Of course," she said.

"May I play with your tits?"

"Yes."

I watched her take me in her mouth again. This time it was more loving than frantic. She was giving me the blowjob of my life. I watched her suck my cock. She appeared to want to suck me, as much as I wanted her to suck me.

"Blow me, Ellen. Suck my cock," I said putting a hand to the back of her head and humping her mouth and fucking her face.

It didn't take me long to feel that warm all over glow and that burning passion. I exploded every incestuous lustful thought I ever had for my sister in her mouth. I couldn't believe my sister sucked me off, after fucking me. That was the best day and without doubt, the best Nude Day in my life.

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Siblings Lives SEALed Together



This is my first foray into writing, other than research papers in college and post graduate training. This is entirely a work of fiction, all characters are over eighteen, are imaginary and not based on any person(s) or actual events. This story deals with incest between siblings, so if that offends you, stop and find a different story. This is a pretty long story, and while there is sex, it will take a little time to get to it. I tried to put a story together and the sex occurs where and when it seemed appropriate for the story and character development. I would appreciate your feedback.

Thank You, 

Eros Foolscap

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Trish's phone pinged notification of yet another text message. 

"Jeez," she said seeing it was again from Jill, her best friend and roommate. "She knows I have got to get this paper done and in before four PM today." 

"HURRY UP!!" was the message. 

Trish shook her head as she went back to her paper. She was nearly done and wanted to give it a final once over before sending it. She thought to herself, Jill is always on the lookout for hot guys, but she usually is not this insistent. Satisfied her paper was as good as she could get it, she attached it to the link for her class and hit send. She then grabbed her keys, phone and headed out the door.

As she got in her car, she called Jill to find out where she was. Jill told her that she had been at the beach watching a couple of guys and waiting, but when they looked like they getting ready to leave, she went down and started talking to them They told her they were heading to a little bar down the road and invited them to come along. 

"Gawd they are hot! They seem pretty nice too. Did I mention they are HOT?" Jill excitedly told her.

Trish laughed "I think you might have mentioned that in eight or ten of your texts." 

Jill gave Trish the address and told her to hurry. 

After a fairly short drive, she found the bar Jill told her about. It sure didn't look like someplace she would normally go. The place looked old and run down. She thought it looked like something from a movie where bar fights break out all the time. There were a few motorcycles parked along one side, several beat up trucks and older cars scattered here and there. She finally saw Jill's car parked beside a new Mustang convertible. She parked and then headed in the door. Once inside she looked around and her first impression of the place did not change. She saw Jill sitting at a table talking to a very good looking guy. He had short dark hair, a dark complexion, dark brown eyes and a dazzling smile. She walked over and asked if she could join them. 

Jill jumped up and hugged her roommate. "This is Derrick, Derrick this is my best friend Trish." 

Derrick smiled widely, "Nice to meet ya." Trish glanced around a little and Derrick said, "my buddy is at the bar grabbin' us some beers. He'll be back in a minute." 

Trish looked over to the bar and saw a medium built guy, maybe 5 foot 10 to 6 feet tall. Short light brown hair, well defined muscular shoulders and arms visible beneath his tee shirt. Not body builder type, just someone that is in very good shape. He had a small butt and muscular legs below his running shorts. She thought not too bad from what she could see.

Jill asked her about her paper and she turned back to the table just as Brandon turned from the bar with several bottles of beer. Trish was still standing, but leaning slightly forward on the table talking to Jill and Derrick. Brandon saw the new arrival and looked her over. She looked to be about five foot three or four, slim, had incredible legs and an amazing ass. She had on a pair of white shorts and a loose light blue blouse. Her hair went a few inches past her shoulders and was a brownish blonde. He smiled and thought if the front side was half as good as this view, it might turn out to be an enjoyable evening.

When he reached the table, he sat the beers down beside Trish. She was startled as she had not heard or seen him coming. When she turned to face him, Trish's eyes went wide and her mouth fell open. Brandon also had a surprised look on his face for just a second. He then broke into his characteristic slight lopsided grin. Holding out his hand he said 

"Hi, my name is Brandon." 

Trish continued to stare wide eyed and open mouthed. Jill and Derrick started laughing. 

"The girl standing there catching flies is Trish," Jill laughed. 

Trish replied with, "um, yeah, a, I'm, a, Trish, nice to meet you." 

Brandon smiled bigger and asked if she would like to sit and have a beer. Trish was still staring at Brandon. 

"Yeah, sure" she said as she sat down. 

After several minutes Trish began to recover from the surprise and relax, acting more normal, although she was constantly glancing over at Brandon. The girls told them that they were second year students at Old Dominion in Norfolk and had been roommates since they arrived at school. They lived in in a small house they rented off campus. They found out that the guys were in the Navy and stationed at Virginia Beach. Trish realized they were in the Navy but did not know where Brandon was stationed. She continued to not let on that she knew him. 

It was starting to get a little louder in the bar as the afternoon wore on into early evening, mainly from a dirty and rough looking group of guys toward the back of the bar. They were loud, apparently drunk and seemed to take great pleasure in harassing the waitress. The bartender finally told them to order from the bar and leave the waitress alone or he was going to throw them out. After several beers, the girls need to go to the ladies room. Unfortunately, they had to walk past the group of drunk guys to get there. There were several comments from the guys as they walked by to the ladies room. 

"Hey sweet cheeks, wanna party? Hey babe, want a real man? Wanna go for a ride?"

They ignored them and went on. As they came out to walk through the gauntlet again, Trish realized she left her phone in the bathroom and went back in to grab it. Jill was past the guys and back at the table when Trish reappeared. A tall greasy looking guy grabbed her arm as she started past, 

"Hey, not so fast. You're really pretty. Let's party!" 

Trish tried to pull her arm away but he had a tight hold and grabbed her other arm. 

"How 'bout a kiss for your new boyfriend?" As he leaned his face toward hers. 

When Trish did not return with Jill to the table, Brandon turned and looked toward the back. He saw Trish struggling to get away from the tall greasy guy and was shouting "LET GO OF ME!" Brandon jumped up and was across the bar before Derrick could stand up. 

"Let her go!" Brandon said firmly.

The tall guy sneered at Brandon, "Fuck off asshole" 

As Brandon took another step toward him, two of the other guys stood up to intercept him. 

Jill looked at Derrick, "Aren't you going to help him?" She was surprised to see him smiling. 

He laughed and said "they ain't gotta clue what a mess they just got their sorry asses into. You want another beer? This floor show ain't gonna last long." 

One of the guys took a swing at Brandon, which he easily ducked. He grabbed the guy and threw him into the other guy that was standing knocking both backward. He then reached for the tall guy holding Trish. Letting go with one hand to try to fend off Brandon, allowed Trish to spin around and the guy started to lose his grip on her. He grabbed at her blouse, popping off all the buttons and ripping it off her left side. She crouched down in fear behind the door frame leading to the bathrooms. 

Brandon grabbed his arm and the sound of a bone snapping and ligaments tearing could be heard as the guys elbow suddenly bent in the wrong direction. This was accompanied by a shriek of pain. His two buddies that had been thrown together had recovered and were jumping at Brandon. One face met Brandon's heel as he leg kicked and the other face became acquainted with the edge of a nearby table at high speed sending teeth and blood flying. 

A big fat guy sitting at the bar that appeared to be the "leader" stood up grinning and pulled out a knife. He probably wishes he hadn't. Brandon quickly grabbed his arm, rearranged his elbow as he done to the other guy, grabbed the knife and as the fat guy was hollering in pain, plunged the knife through his arm pining it to the top of the bar. In well less than a minute it was over.

Brandon calmly told the bartender to call the cops and one maybe two ambulances as he walked over to the door were Trish was huddled in the floor. 

Bending down he quietly asked her "are you all right?" 

Trish instinctively jerked back in fear until she realized it was Brandon. She started crying. Brandon put his arms around her and held her as he had done many times before years ago, whispering "it's OK, you're safe now." 

After several minutes, she whispered, "I was so scared." 

About this time she also realized her blouse had essentially been torn off of her leaving her breasts exposed if she moved back away from him. Brandon tried to get her to stand when the cops arrived but she wouldn't. He then realized her predicament. He slid off his tee shirt and told her to put it on. 

"Not a fashion statement, but at least the cops won't be drooling when they are talking to you." as he smiled at her. 

She told him to turn around, she didn't want him to see her without her blouse on. He grinned as he turned around 

"Too late! We are trained to make quick assessments of our surroundings, and may I add, I was impressed with your, surroundings!" 

Trish's face turned red as she turned and quickly slid on Brandon's shirt which was way too big, but did cover her. The cops took statements from everyone in the bar while the ambulance crews loaded up the injured assailants. The cops said that they were calling it self-defense and if the morons that got thumped wanted to try to press any charges, they would be reminded of the potential for charges against them. Apparently this was not their first contact with the police, but the first that had landed them in the ER. 

Derrick and Jill were standing close by waiting for the police to finish. The officer that had been talking to Brandon looked at him and Derrick for a minute, then asked "you two operators on the teams?" Derrick and Brandon nodded. 

"I thought so, I retired from the Navy a few years ago. I was on the teams for ten years. After I got married, the wife finally talked me into leaving the SEALs. That was tough, but probably saved my marriage. Anyway, I doubt your CO will have tooo much to say to you about this, you did show restraint. I'll give him a call, he's my cousin! Take care." And with a grin, added "and try to stay out of trouble!" 

Jill was staring open mouthed at Derrick and Brandon, 

"You're... you two are...Navy SEALs?" 

Derrick shrugged and replied "yep" To him it was not a big deal.

Trish was glued to Brandon's side. The bartender thanked Brandon for helping get rid of the irritating assholes. The waitress, who was very attractive, came over to Brandon on the side opposite Trish. She leaned in very close and thanked him, rubbing her hand up and down his arm, telling him to come back, anytime, and she would personally make sure he was WELL taken care of. This prompted a dagger look from Trish. 

Grinning at Trish, Derrick piped up 

"Hey, we probably autta be gittin, don't know 'bout y'all, but this made me hungry!" 

Trish said she needed to go back to get some clothes to wear since she only had Brandon's tee shirt. 

Brandon said "why don't you come to my place, I think there are some things there that will fit you." 

Trish looked at him skeptically "you have women's clothes at your place?" 

Derrick looked surprised and said "shit dude, she still hasn't picked up all her stuff?" 

Trish looked to Brandon questioningly. 

Brandon said "no" to Derrick and looking at Trish said "it's a long story. I'll tell you about it later." 

Outside they decided that Brandon would drive Trish in her car, Derrick would take Brandon's new Mustang, after a warning to be careful since it was new, and Jill would follow them to Brandon's place. Brandon and Trish would then meet them a little later to eat. 

Brandon's condo was not too far away and after they dropped off Brandon's car, Derrick and Jill left. 

Inside Brandon told her there was a box of clothes in the spare bedroom she could look through and see if there was anything that she could wear. 

Trish asked "so whose clothes are these anyway?" 

Brandon said it was an old roommate he had months ago. Trish found several things and picked out a pink and white stripped top and put it on. It was a little larger than she normally wore, but still looked OK. She came out of the room and looked around the condo. It was obviously decorated by a guy. A plain looking couch, a couple of chairs, TV and a coffee table. No pictures, no nick knacks, a table and four chairs in the kitchen area. Sparse was the decorating theme. She was also more than a little curious about the roommate thing.

Brandon had gone into his bedroom and put on a pair of jeans and a polo shirt. When he came out, Trish looked at him. He had changed a lot since she had last seen him. He was more mature, had filled out, his muscles were larger and toned, not over done, but very noticeable. He also had an air about him, a confidence he had not had the last time she had seen him. She liked what she saw. 

"Why didn't you tell them I was your sister?" She asked, smiling at him.

Brandon gave her the lopsided smile he always seemed to have, shrugged his shoulders "I don't know, didn't seem important. How come you did mention I was your brother?" 

She blushed slightly and replied, "same reason I guess...So, are you going to tell me about this OLD roommate?" 

Brandon frowned and said, "Not much to tell. Had a roommate for a while, her name was Bree, Breanne. Anyway, I came back from a deployment and there was a note that she couldn't take the stress anymore and she had moved out. She said she would pick up the rest of her stuff, but she never has." 

Trish asked how long had it been, maybe she was just busy. 

Brandon thought for a minute and said "five, no wait..." as he thought for a few more seconds and said "a little over seven months." 

Trish said "I'm sorry." 

Brandon looked at her with surprise "Why, I'm not!" 

Just then his phone rang. It was Derrick. "Y'all still hungry?" 

Brandon relayed questions to Trish on where she would like to eat. Jill had suggested a new Bistro that was supposed to have great food and a nice bar area. That sounded fine to them. 

Brandon got the directions from Derrick and told him they would meet them in about half an hour. Trish asked if she could use a bathroom to clean up and brush her hair. Brandon told her to use his bathroom. As she walked off Brandon watched her. She had changed a lot since he had last seen her. She was not the little sister he remembered. She had filled out, nicely. Her face was even more beautiful than he remembered. Her big brown eyes that he had always loved looking at seemed even more alluring. Her legs and ass were not those of the fourteen year old he remembered, but of a gorgeous woman. Her ass was firm and there was a little sway to the hips as she walked, her legs were thin, well defined and toned. Her breasts, which he really did not get a good look at back at the bar, were obviously larger and fuller than the last time he had seen her, not too big, but seemed firm and proportioned to the rest of her body. She was hot. He shook his head at that thought, "shit, she's my little sister, not some college chick I picked up." But, damn she was nice looking.

As they drove to meet Derrick and Jill, Trish told him that she and their mother had moved back east when she got into college. She had gotten a scholarship and was studying early childhood education. She asked how long he had been in Virginia Beach. He said it had been almost two years. 

There was silence for a few minutes. Trish was thinking if she should ask, and decided to go ahead. In a very quiet voice she asked "Why did you stop writing me?" 

Brandon looked at her in surprise, "I didn't! After I completed Basic Training, the letters and cards were returned with Addressee Unknown on them. I figured you didn't want to hear from me anymore...I knew that I hurt you when I left, and I thought..." 

Trish interrupted him "I didn't get any more letters after you wrote that you were almost done with Boot Camp and would graduate. I asked Mom if we could go, but she said no." 

Brandon snorted, "Big surprise! Your mother wouldn't walk across the street and spit on me if I was on fire. I bet she got my letters and sent them back before you could see them. God that bitch hates me!" Trish could see the anger rising in her brother. 

She felt the pain in her stomach that she used to feel while she sat in her room listening to the battles between her brother and mother that went on for years. Their father had also been a Navy SEAL and was killed when Trish was two. Brandon had always said he was going to grow up and be a SEAL, just like his Dad. He also took it upon himself to become Trish's protector after their Dad was killed. He would let her hang around, play with him and his friends, and he would read to her when he got a little older. He would hold her when she got scared or was upset, gently stroking her hair saying "It's OK, you're safe now." 

Their mother would dismiss Brandon's desire to follow in their father's footsteps. She would just say, "No you won't." However as Brandon got to middle school, his mother started riding him whenever he would mention it. "Your grades aren't good enough to be a SEAL, You are not strong enough, You're not tough enough" and so on. It was her attempt to somehow convince him to change his mind. This only spurred him on. When he got in high school he began fighting back. 

At first the arguments were infrequent and short. But as his freshman year wore on, they got longer, more frequent and louder. His sophomore year, he started calling their Mother by her first name, Janet, saying he did not have a mother because his mother left him years ago. This dramatically escalated their battles. His junior year seemed to be one running fight with Janet. The only reprieve was when he would stay in his room, stay at a friend's house or Janet would be out. 

Trish recalled the night it came to a head, She sat in her room listening to them rail at each other. This particular night seemed even louder and more vehement than the others. Suddenly she heard glass shattering and then what sounded like wood breaking followed by her mother screaming "GET OUT!" She heard Brandon slam the door to his room. She sat on her bed terrified for some time. It was eerily quiet in the house. After about an hour, there was a soft knock on her door. She opened the door to see Brandon standing there. He was fully dressed, wearing a light rain jacket with his Father's old Navy duffel bag completely stuffed full. He had tears running down his cheeks. In a shaky voice he told her, "I can't take this anymore, something very bad will happen if I stay. I have to go." He had left several times before to go to a friend's house to cool down for a day or two, but Trish could tell this time was different. She began to cry. He was her big brother, someone she adored and looked up to, her protector, someone she loved. He hugged her tightly, "please don't cry, I can't stand the thought of hurting you, but you know I can't stay." She slowly nodded into his shoulder, tears flowing. "I will write and let you know what I am up to, when I enlist, when I become a SEAL and after I am done with training and assigned to a team, then we can be together again, I promise. OK?" Again she could only manage a small nod. He gently kissed her head and whispered "It'll be OK" He then turned, picked up the duffel bag and was gone. Never to return, until today.




Siblings Lives SEALed Together Ch. 02



That evening at the bar, they sat at a table with the two guys talking about the foul ups on their most recent mission. The girls didn't understand a lot of what they were saying and the guys couldn't really get into any explanations. Trish did catch occasional bits of their discussion. Something about their chopper being hit. Being lucky, a firefight, somebody's leg being FUBAR, a hot extract and glad to get out. It was hard to hear very much with the music, noise in the bar and Jill was trying to get all the details about Trish's morning. 

The girls noticed a woman slowly walking toward them. She had blonde hair that came down past her shoulders, a very pretty face with dazzling blue eyes and flawless makeup. She had on a sleeveless black dress that looked like it was sprayed on her well-proportioned body, barely covering her. It came down to her upper thighs giving a good view of her stunning legs. The neckline plunged to her mid stomach, displaying an ample amount of her cleavage. She had on four inch heels causing her hips to sway erotically as she moved, enticing most of the guys and several women to watch as she strutted past. She was hot and she knew it.

Brandon and Derrick did not see her as she came up behind them while they were talking. She bent down between them and in a voice sounding like something from a phone sex line, purred "Well if it isn't my two favorite Navy SEALs" as she ran her hands across the back of their necks and onto their shoulders. 

Brandon and Derrick both jumped and looked toward the voice, looking straight into her breasts. 

Jill and Trish were furious. Trish started to get up, but Jill reached out and took her arm to stop her. 

Brandon leaned back, looked at her and his eyes narrowed. "Bree! What do you want?" 

Bree pouted, "Oooh Brandon, I haven't seen you in sooo long. I saw you coming in and you and Derrick looked sooo beat up, my heart went out to you. I just had to come over and check on you and make sure you two were alright. I guess these little girls here just can't take care of my guys."

Before either Jill or Trish could find a weapon to dispatch Bree, Brandon said, 

"They do just fine taking care of us, more than fine!" 

Bree eyed the girls, with a fake smile and in a condescending tone said, 

"I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Bree. Brandon and I were, good friends," She smiled at Brandon, then ran her hand down the back of his neck. "VERY, good friends. And you are..." 

Jill icily replied, "I'm Jill, Derrick's fiancée." 

Brandon eyes widened, he shot a sideways glance to Derrick to see if this was an effort to shut Bree down, or was a new development that they hadn't heard of yet. 

Trish, smiled "I'm Trish, Brandon's girlfriend. I'm glad to finally meet you, I have heard a LOT about you...Now I understand." 

Brandon and Derrick nearly burst out laughing. Bree looked pissed, but kept the fake smile and coldly relied. 

"Nice to meet you both" 

Looking at Brandon she again purred, 

"I WILL come by soon, and pick up the last of my things. It was sooo nice to see you again, it's been too long." 

She turned, again running her hands over the two guys shoulders and slowly strutted away to the other side of the bar, again being watched by nearly everyone. 

Brandon turned back toward the two girls and started to ask Jill about the fiancée thing, but before he could get a word out Jill glared at him, 

"You dated that bitch? What the fuck was wrong with you? I don't care HOW good she was, nothing could offset that personality." 

Brandon said, "Well it is a long story and I'm not sure I understand." 

Trish was pissed off too, and was feeling more than a little intimidated by the way Bree looked, but decided to let it go, for now. She asked Jill if there was something she wanted to tell everyone. 

"Well I guess the surprise is out of the bag now." She said holding up her left hand with an engagement ring. 

Trish hugged her best friend and wanted to know when, where, how it happened. Brandon punched his Buddy's arm and said congratulations. He said he was a little surprised that Derrick hadn't said something to him. While the girls excitedly chatted, Derrick said 

"Well, I wanted to, but you've been so stressed the last couple of weeks, I didn't think I should bring it up." 

Brandon apologized "Yeah, I know. Sorry. I've had a lot on my mind that I had to figure out." 

Derrick grinned at him and said, "Wouldn't be some of the same things I was frettin' over would it?" 

Brandon felt bad, he really wanted to talk to Derrick about everything, but wasn't sure how he would react. Looking at Trish he said, 

"Well it's complicated and I just need to figure out what to do and where we are going." 

Derrick nodded, "I understand. You know you can talk to me 'bout anything, no judgment here. I got your back man!" He went on while the girls talked away, "I can tell you though, that girl right there, L-O-V-E-S you buddy, and it's gotta be obvious for ME to see it! I know you are crazy about her too. Don't let that shit that happened with Bree ruin this. You know I'm always up for a beer if you wanna talk sometime." 

Brandon nodded and smiled "Thanks Buddy." and they resumed talking with the two girls.

Later that night when they got back to Brandon's place, Trish was very affectionate. She grinned at him as they walked into the bedroom and said 

"You know, tonight will be our first night to sleep together as a couple." 

He grinned, "Yep, I guess we better figure out some sleeping arrangements." 

She frowned at him, "What do you mean?" 

He smiled at her "I mean, which side do you want to sleep on?" 

She hugged him and then with a sexy grin said, "On top!" 

He laughed "we would NOT get any sleep in that position." They took off their clothes and crawled in bed, Trish on the right side, Brandon on the left, momentarily until Trish was over snuggled up against him. 

She let out a contented sigh, "This is so nice! I love being next to you like this." 

After a few minutes of cuddling and occasional kisses, she looked at him like she wanted to ask him a question. Finally she said,

"You know what you did to me this morning?" 

Brandon smiled "well we did a couple of things this morning." 

She blushed "The first thing, you know when you, did that...you know... down there." 

Brandon laughed, "You mean when I went down on you, ate your pussy, performed oral sex on you? You can say it, you know that?"

She blushed even more, "Yeah. Well I've heard some girls talk about doing it to their boyfriend and they said they all seemed to like it. Some of the girls said they didn't like doing it, but their boyfriends really liked it when they did. A few girls said they really liked doing it. I always thought it was kinda disgusting and wouldn't do it to the few guys that I went out with that asked me too. But I think I might want to try it with you, I just, don't want to mess up and you not like it." 

Brandon smiled "Well I doubt there is a guy on the planet that doesn't like getting a blow job and you are right, some girls like it, some don't. I'm sure there might be a way to mess it up and make it a bad one, but I can't think of too many ways." He then took her face in his hands, 

"I don't want you to do something because you feel obligated to, or that you think I expect you too. This is about giving and receiving pleasure from each other. I will never make you do something you're not comfortable with or don't want to do. I did it to you because I like it, I love the sight, smell and taste of you. I enjoy giving you pleasure, it makes me feel good. If you want to do that for me, then that's fine, but don't do it because you think it is expected." He then gently kissed her, "I'll love you no matter what." 

She hugged him, then shyly said, "I really want to. But you'll have to tell me what to do. I mean I have seen movies, but..." 

He said, "Just do like we did this morning, kisses, touches, and see where it leads you. We'll go from there"

She began kissing him. The kisses quickly became very deep and passionate. She kissed his neck and chest while she ran her hands over his body, slowly moving lower. The talk before they started kissing had started to arouse him as he thought about her sucking his cock. He became very hard as she slowly moved down his body. 

Her fingers brushed his erection. She then gently put her hand around it. It was very hard and felt almost hot to the touch. She slowly ran her hand up and down his length causing him to breathe deeper in anticipation. She rubbed over the head causing his cock to twitch. She felt a drop on the end and began to slowly rub it around the head. She finally had her face down to his groin. She carefully inspected him in the low light as she continued to fondle him. She took her other hand and gently cupped his balls, feeling them slide around in his sac. 

She hesitantly stuck out her tongue and flicked the head. Brandon moaned at the sensation of his little sister's tongue touching him. She smiled and then took a longer lick. Soon she was running her tongue up and down along his shaft. When she reached the head, she gave it a kiss and opened her mouth and took in the head. "Oooohhh" Brandon moaned at the soft warmth of her mouth around him. She gently began to suck on him as she had seen in the movies. She was aroused and was truly enjoying pleasing her big brother. She began trying to take more of him in her moth. She got a few more inches in and thought she might gag. Brandon was still moaning and started bucking his hips against her mouth. 

He knew he wouldn't last long as he was overwhelmed at the sight, sound and sensation his sister was giving him. Trish was sucking harder and bobbing her head faster in response to his thrusts. He was panting and in a raspy voice said, "I'm gonna cum soon." Trish wasn't sure what she would do, swallow or spit it out. Suddenly Brandon arched his back and a loud "Aaahhhh" escaped from his mouth. Trish felt his thick hot fluid hit the back of her throat. She pulled back just a little and felt another rope of cum enter her mouth. Her mouth was filling and she decided to swallow, not wanting to stop what she was doing while Brandon was in the midst of his orgasm. To her surprise, she didn't find the taste that bad. She didn't have much time to think about it as her mouth was being filled with the last couple of shots from Brandon. She felt him relax back onto the bed. She continued to gently suck until she was sure there was no more and Brandon started pushing her back saying "too sensitive, gotta wait." He then pulled her up in his arms. She was happy that she could give him the same pleasure he had given her. 

In a couple minutes, he kissed her and said, "You were amazing, that was great." She gave him a big smile "I'm glad you liked it because I really liked doing it."

They lay there for a bit and Trish was rubbing her leg against his. She bumped his penis a couple of times and noticed he was getting hard again. She gave him a sly smile and slid her leg over him to straddle him. She was still wet from getting aroused while sucking Brandon. She began grinding herself against him getting wetter and hotter. He reached down as she scooted over his cock, and aimed it toward her opening as she slid onto it. It took a minute for her to work it completely in as she was still very tight, not that Brandon minded at all. 

Once he was full sheathed in her she lay still. He could feel her intense heat, feel her wetness and the occasional little squeeze she gave him with her vaginal muscles. She slowly began rolling her hips, grinding her clit against his pubes when she rocked forward. She began to speed up and Brandon began thrusting up to drive himself in her deeper. Soon their pelvises were slamming together as if trying to fuse into one. They were both panting and moaning. Brandon felt her thighs quiver and he knew she was close. Her movements became jerky and she arched her back, threw back her head and moaned, "Braaanndoon, I, I, I'm...he felt her pussy spasm around him, felt her fluid run as he drove deep into her and started filling her with his cum. She collapsed on top of him panting. After several minutes her breathing slowed and she slowly pulled off of him hearing a soft plop and feeling their fluids slowly leak out of her. She rolled to his side, and drifted to sleep. 

The next couple of weeks went by quickly. The guys had a couple of joint training exercises with the British Special Forces, but each only lasted a few days. Trish had completely moved all her things into "their" condo. Brandon complaining how was it possible for one person to have so much stuff in such a short life time. She just stick her tongue out at him. 

One day there was a package of checks that came in the mail. She glanced at them, then did a double take. Brandon McCallun or Trish McCallun. There was also a letter from the bank addressed to her. She opened it to find a credit card in her name. She was stunned. They had not talked too much about these kinds of things and then only briefly. When he came home that night she asked him about it. He shrugged, gave her that lopsided grin and said, 

"I figured you might as well have access to everything. If something happens to me, you're getting everything anyway." 

She narrowed her eyes and said, "nothing better happen to you sailor boy or you'll have to answer to me! And I'll be PISSED!" 

The next day he texted her and said he and Derrick were going to stop and grab a beer or two, then he would be home. When he came home that evening, he seemed much more upbeat than he had been in several weeks. Trish asked if he and Derrick had a good time. Brandon replied that they did, they hadn't had time to talk much other than work so they stopped got a beer and had a good BS session. Trish asked if they went to the bar that they met at that first time. Brandon said no. 

Trish said "Good, I didn't want that one waitress taking GOOD care of you."

He then surprised her by asking if she wanted to go out to dinner Saturday night. She said sure and wanted to know if Jill and Derrick were coming. He said no and that she should dress up because he was going to take her someplace nice. She wanted to know what was up, what was the occasion. He just smiled and said she would to wait and see, knowing it would drive her crazy not knowing.

Saturday morning they woke up later than usual after several rounds of love making the evening before. Brandon was up drinking coffee and watching TV. Trish was getting ready to shower when she heard the doorbell ring. She didn't think much about it until she heard a sultry female voice, 

"Well, aren't you going to ask me in Brandon?" 

"Bree! What are you doing here?" Brandon responded.

Trish thought she better go in to keep her eye on Bree. She then thought, "Maybe I can put on a little show for her." She quickly stripped off her clothes, grabbed one of Brandon's shirts, strategically buttoned one button, mussed up her hair so it would look like she just crawled out of bed and exited the room. As she was stepping through the door, she heard Bree,

"Wow, you've decorated the place nicely, I'm impressed." 

Brandon nervously relied, "This is all Trish's work, my girlfriend, Trish, the one you met at the bar a couple of weeks ago. She's really good at that stuff."

Bree was dressed to impress. Tight shorts, heels, and a loose halter top that was barely covering her breasts, which were quite obviously not being contained by a bra. Her hair and makeup once again looked flawless. She was standing very close to Brandon and was holding his arm. Brandon looked very uncomfortable. 

As Trish approached unnoticed, she purred out in as sultry a voice as she knew how to muster, "Brandon, Honey, I didn't know we had company. I was wondering why you hadn't come back to bed." as she padded over to Brandon and gave him a wet kiss and headed into the kitchen to get some coffee. She was smiling evilly. 

Brandon's eyes widened when he saw Trish. The shirt that she was wearing left little doubt she wore nothing beneath it. Trish turned and looked at Bree and said, 

"Let's see, your Brittany, right?" then took a sip of her coffee. 

Bree's eyes narrowed as she glared at Trish. "No, I'm Bree, we met a couple of weeks ago." 

Trish shrugged, smiled and slowly strutted over to Brandon, wrapping her arms around him. Then looking at Bree replied, 

"Sorry, I have a hard time keeping all of Brandon's ex-girlfriends straight." She then kissed him on the cheek and said, "But we won't have that problem from now on, will we sweetie?" 

Brandon suddenly felt like he was standing in an open battlefield between two opposing armies. He cleared his throat and said, "Bree, I assume you came for those clothes. There is a box in the spare bedroom that I can carry down to the car so you don't have to waste time here." 

Bree had been staring at Trish, who had kept a not so innocent smile on her face the whole time with her arms around Brandon. 

Bree looked at Brandon, sighed and said, "Well if all I left was a few clothes, you can keep them...I thought, maybe, I had left something more valuable here. I guess I was mistaken. Well I have to go. Maybe I'll see ya around sometime." 

She smiled a little sadly at him, turned and walked to the door. Brandon followed and closed the door behind her. He turned around to see Trish standing with her hands on her hips, looking very upset. 

Brandon got a deer in the headlight look and asked "What?" 

Trish angrily replied, "What was SHE doing here?" 

Brandon stammered "I, I don't know, I mean, you heard her, she wanted the clothes she left." 

Getting more upset by the second, Trish said, "Well she sure as Hell didn't want 'em too bad, IF SHE LEFT WITHOUT THEM!" 

Brandon was shocked, "Well what did you want me to do? I offered to carry them down to her car. I mean I didn't ask her to come over." 

Trish was on the verge of tears, her lip was quivering. "I know what she wants. She, she wants YOU back!" As the tears began to flow, she stammered "Then, I, I, will lose you, AGAIN." She started crying, turned and ran into the bedroom, slamming the door. 

Brandon stood there, staring at the empty hall. His mouth was open, a stunned look on his face. He thought to himself "What the FUCK just happened? I thought this was going to be a great day. Hell its barely mid-morning and it has already blown up in my face!"

He sighed and walked to the bedroom door. He could hear muffled sobs. He lightly knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again. 

Between sobs he faintly heard, "Go away!" 

He knocked again. "Trish open the door so we can talk." 

"Leave me," sniffles "alone!" 

"Trish, Honey, open the door. Please, I need to talk to you." 

After several seconds he heard a muttered, "It's open." 

He opened the door and saw her face down on the bed with a pillow over her head. He had to smile as it reminded him of seeing her this was several times in junior high school and her freshman year in high school when someone would upset her. He would go to her, just like he was now and calm her down. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He reached out and touched her. She jerked away. 

"Trish, look at me, I want to tell you something." 

She didn't move. He gently reached down and started to pick her up, saying "Trish, Hon, look at me." 

She allowed him to bring her to a sitting position and scoot her to him. He smiled at her red puffy eyes and tear streaked face, wiping a tear from her cheek, he said, 

"I've told you before there is not and never was anything with Bree, or any of the other girls I've dated: You want to know the real reason why?" 




Siblings Lives SEALed Together Ch. 02



She just sat there staring down at the bed, occasionally sniffling. 

"The reason I never connected with or really felt anything for Bree or the others:" He took a deep breath, let it out, "they weren't you." 

She slowly looked up at him with a confused look on her face. 

"After I stopped getting letters from you and I thought you didn't want me in your life anymore..." 

Trish tried to interrupt "But I..." 

Smiling, Brandon put his finger over her lips as she had done to him a few weeks earlier. "Nope, my turn to talk. If I want further explanations I will ask." 

He was pleased to see this caused a brief smile from Trish as she realized he had turned the tables on her. 

"Anyway, I figured I had to move on. I knew you were my sister and that we could never be the way I had dreamed and hoped we would. So I tried to date a few girls. Coincidentally enough, they all kinda resembled you. I guess that was a problem since when I was with them, I kept thinking about you. I would wonder if you would wear what she had on, would you like this movie, would it be like this if we were kissing. I even called one girl Trish when we were together: her name wasn't Trish: it didn't go over so well." 

Trish giggled a little 

"I thought I really had to try hard to make a go of it with someone to see if I could get you out of my mind. That's when I met Breeanne. She seemed real nice, at first, and we got along pretty well. I still thought about you when I was with her, but I thought if I held on long enough, that might ease up. It didn't. It seemed the harder I tried, the more I would think about you. Would you have cooked this, would you have said that, it was driving me crazy. I think Bree sensed I wasn't completely into the whole relationship thing with her, maybe that's what made her move in, I'm not sure. I mean one day I am here by myself, the next thing I know, she and her stuff is here. I thought maybe it would help, living together might keep me focused on her. But it didn't. I guess I finally just stopped trying. She would always get upset when I would be gone, even if it was short like the past couple of weeks. At first I tried to tell it was OK, it was part of the job, and she'd get used to it. After a while, I didn't care. We had a big fight before I deployed last time and she threatened to leave. I just told her 'whatever' and left. I got home and found the note and you know the rest."

"I'm sure the only reason she came here was to try and stir up shit. So, I have never felt anything for anyone but you. I tried to get over you, to move on, but I couldn't. I love you and no one else. I always have and always will. I will never do anything to intentionally hurt you, and I will never leave you, unless you tell me to go. That would kill me, but if that is what you wanted, I would do it. I want you to know, you don't have to ever worry about anyone else, unless you had a twin sister that I wasn't aware of, then..." 

She started laughing and smacked him in the chest. 

"That's better, I can't stand seeing you cry, I think it always has hurt me more than you when you cry."

"So, I am going to go over to Derrick's this afternoon and we are watching a game. I took my clothes and stuff over and I'll get dressed and get ready there, then come her and pick you up at about 5:30, so be ready." 

"Why are you getting ready at Derrick's, why not come home and get ready?" 

"Well this will be our first official date. We have never really had a formal date, so I thought it is about time." She smiled and he added "Oh, you might want to bring some clothes for tomorrow, just in case we stay the night someplace!" 

She looked up at him in surprise, "What? What do you mean, In case we stay someplace?" 

He grinned and said, "Hey, you never know what might happen." and turned and walked out of the room.

Brandon got his keys and headed over to Derrick's. Trish called Jill and told her about the "in case we stay someplace." development. 

Jill laughed and said, "Ok, we gotta get to work to get you ready, need to get your hair and nails done, do you have any lingerie? Well never mind, we need to get you something special, and a new dress and shoes..." 

Trish cut in, "Whoa, what a minute. Do you think I really need all that?" 

Jill laughed, "Girl, somebody sounds like he has BIG plans for tonight, so you need to be ready!" 

They made some calls to schedule a hair, manicure and pedicure appointments. They headed for the mall. They had fun looking at dresses and shoes, finally selecting a white one-shoulder jeweled dress that came to mid-thigh and a pair of white platform sandals with five inch heels. 

"You don't think this is too much do you?" Trish asked, 

Jill smiled and said, "I bet he'll dehydrate from drooling before you two get to where ever he's taking you." 

They still had a little time before the hair appointment so they went to Victoria's Secret to look. The sales person came over and she asked if they were looking for something in particular. "Is this for a special occasion? Honeymoon, anniversary or some other special event?" 

Jill smiled and said, "Yes it is, it her first date with her boyfriend." Trish blushed and the sales person looked a little startled for a moment, "I see. Well what were you thinking you might like?" 

Jill said she thought something sexy but not too over the top would be best. 

They looked at several pieces and Trish whispered, "I couldn't wear those!" 

Jill laughed and said, "Why not, you two have been going at it like rabbits, I surprised either of you has the strength to get out of bed!" 

Trish was nearly crimson and the sales person chuckled, "First date huh?" 

Trish mumbled it was a long and complicated story. 

The sales person smiled "I bet it's a good one!" 

Jill grinned at Trish "You have no idea!" 

They finally picked out a pale pink Baby doll outfit. Jill then said, what about stockings? The sales person looked at Trish and said "does your man like silk stockings?" 

Trish said she didn't know. 

The sales person replied, "Well if he is like every male I know or have heard of, that would be a yes." They got her a pair of pale white silk stocking and garter belt. 

Jill said her shoes would look good with this outfit as well as her dress. Trish asked Jill if she really thought she should get the lingerie. 

"Sure, guys love it. But it is a lot of work to put on something they'll have off you in two minutes!" Trish blushed again and smiled. 

They paid for her things and headed to the salon. Afterwards, they grabbed a quick bite to eat in the food court and then headed home.

Jill asked if Trish had any idea what Brandon had planned. She said she had no idea. She then told her about Bree stopping by that morning, what she had done and what Trish did. 

Jill doubled over laughing. "That's great, that bitch deserves it. I can't believe she came over and was hitting on Brandon. With you there! Good thing she didn't pull that on me, I'd have hurt her." 

Jill helped Trish get ready, helped her with her make up, and her overnight bag. They finished and were ready just a few minutes before they heard the doorbell ring. 

Trish looked at Jill and said, "God, I can't believe it. I am sooo nervous!" 

Jill laughed as she headed for the door and said, "Well you two have been living together for a while, I would think the nerves should be calm by now." 

Jill opened the door and let Brandon in. He smiled and said, "Hi, I'm Brandon and I'm here to pick up my date. Is she home?"

He was wearing a dark grey suit, white shirt and a blue striped tie. He had brought some red roses for Trish. Jill looked at him, "You know, you don't clean up too badly. Have a seat and I'll tell her you're here." 

She walked back to the bedroom and was gone for a couple of minutes. She came back out and stood by the couch next to where Brandon sat. 

Brandon heard Trish quietly say "Hi" from the hallway. 

He stood and turned to walk toward her then froze in his tracks. His eyes widened, his mouth opened and it looked like he was trying to speak, but nothing was coming out. Trish smiled and put her head down. 

Jill giggled, poked Brandon in the ribs and said, "This is where you're supposed to say something, sailor." 

It took him a few tries to form a sentence. "y-you, I, um, I mean, Wow, you are so, beautiful, you look, amazing!" 

Jill smiled at Trish, "I think he likes!" 

She headed to the door. "Well I'm going to head home, you two have a nice dinner: and whatever!" 

Brandon walked over to Trish and gave her the flowers. She smiled at him and said she needed to put them in a vase before they left. That accomplished, she turned toward Brandon to see him still smiling and staring at her. She asked if something was wrong, did she look OK? Brandon hugged her, gave her a gently kiss on the lips and said, 

"No, everything is great, you're perfect." He kissed her again and said they had better get going. He picked up her bag and they left.

As they drove, Trish continued to ask where they were going, was it much farther, was he just driving around to make her crazy...Brandon just laughed and told her he remembered her doing the same type of thing at Christmas when they were kids trying to guess what the presents were. He said he was glad to see some things hadn't changed. She stuck her tongue out at him. 

Eventually she could tell that Richmond must be the destination, which started the guessing game again. Finally he pulled up in front of the Jefferson Hotel. Trish stared at him, 

"What are we doing here?" 

He shrugged, "I just got tired of driving and thought I'd stop. Maybe we can get a sandwich before we find a Super Eight." 

She punched his arm. 

"Hey, that kinda hurt. Be careful, I'm delicate!" 

She rolled her eyes, "Pleeeasse, I've seen rocks more delicate than you." 

Brandon stepped out of the car and the Valet opened the door for Trish. His eyes followed Trish as she walked past until they focused on Brandon standing in front of him.

"Nice view I grant you, but she is my date! Maybe try to be a little less obvious next time." 

The valet mumbled "Sorry" and quickly got in the car. 

This was not an isolated occurrence, Trish drew a lot of attention anywhere she went. Brandon had expressed his frustration once and Jill told him that Trish was seemingly oblivious to it. She had said it was like she doesn't think she is pretty enough to draw that kind of attention. Brandon grumbled and Jill reminded him that he was the only person Trish wanted attention from. That made him feel better, but it still irritated him when some were so blatant about their ogling.

The Bellman had taken their bags to check in. 

"Ah, Mr. McCallun, your room is ready for you and your wife and dinner reservations are at Lemaire as you specified. You also have the champagne brunch in the morning. Here are your room keys and the bellman will take your bags up. Please let us know if we can be of any assistance during your stay. Have a nice visit." 

The bellman had already headed off with their bags as they walked to the elevators. 

"Oh my God Brandon, this place is amazing, I have never been any place like this before. Thank you so much: But, you had this whole thing planned. In CASE we stay: Why didn't you just tell me?" She chided him. 

He grinned, "Well, it is our first date and all, I didn't want to seem too forward." 

She laughed as they stepped into the elevator, then gave him a lingering kiss. "So you think I'm easy huh?" she asked smiling seductively. 

"I'm hoping!" he grinned back. 

She slapped his arm and stuck out her tongue at him. 

They got to their floor, found their room and the bellman was waiting. They went in. Trish was very impressed with the room. Brandon tipped the bellman and he left. 

"We only have a few minutes before our reservations." 

Trish said she wanted to go touch up her make up before they went downstairs. 

"Why, you look amazing. I would hate to have to fight off all the men in this place because they were falling all over you." She kissed him and whispered thanks, then went into the bathroom. In a few minutes they went out and headed to the restaurant. 

They both admired the hotel decor as they walked to the restaurant. When they arrived, Brandon spoke to the maître d' quietly for a minute. The man nodded and smiled. They were then shown to their table. 

They ordered an appetizer that they shared. Brandon tried to get her to order oysters on the half shell saying it supposedly is an aphrodisiac and maybe they should test it. 

She raised an eyebrow "You already think I'm easy, so let's get the crab cake." 

They ordered their entrée and talked while it was being prepared. Trish thought Brandon seemed a little nervous, in a good mood, but nervous. 

After they finished the main course. They ordered dessert. The waiter looked at Brandon and said, 

"I'm sorry but there will be a delay of about ten minutes. I hope that will not be an inconvenience to you. Our apologies." 

Brandon quickly replied, "No! I mean, that's fine, take your time, we're in no rush." 

Trish was sure that Brandon was nervous, she just wasn't sure why.

Brandon cleared his throat, took a sip of water, a deep breath and started. 

"I hope you're having a good time." She smiled and nodded. "I guess we should have done this a long time ago: I've been thinking a lot the past few weeks. I know I have been kinda stressed out lately, but I think that is straightened out. I had to figure out what I want out of life... I mean a few months ago there was no question. Now... it has been hard. You made me take a hard look and deal with some things I didn't want to." 

Trish's look became a mix of questioning and concern at where he was going with this. 

"I talked to Derrick and I think that helped me come to terms with what I decided." 

Trish was now sure she did not like where this looked like it was heading, but why here, why stay in such a nice place? If he was going to end it, why here? Was he just being nice, trying to be gentle?

He was very nervous, taking another sip of water and swallowing hard. 

"This seemed to go a lot better in my head than it is coming out right now... Anyway, I have to ask you a couple, well I guess three questions, is that OK?" 

Trish was completely lost at what he was doing but she nodded. 

"Ok, well the first is, Do you trust me?" 

She looked surprised "Of course I do, you know that!" 

He smiled slightly and took another drink of water. 

"Do you, love me, I mean really love me?" He seemed hesitant as he asked. 

She again replied, "Of course I do. More than anything, you know that." 

He again smiled, a little bigger, but if possible seemed even more nervous. 

"Ok, well, I thought of a bunch of ways to do this, but..." 

He took a deep breath and stood up taking a small box from his coat pocket. Trish did not see him get the box as she was wondering why he suddenly stood up. He then knelt in front of her. Her eyes widened and she put her hand over her open mouth. 

He opened the box revealing a pink diamond engagement ring "Trish Ellen McCallum, will you marry me?" 

She stared in shock. She had wanted to marry him and spend the rest of her life with him for as long as she could remember, but she knew deep down inside that it could never be. That was just a crazy fantasy for them to have a wedding. Living together forever was more of a possibility, but she knew brothers and sisters cannot marry. But...her eyes welled up with tears. 

Brandon was getting anxious, had he just blown it, ruined everything with her. 

She then nodded her head "Yes, Oh my God YES!" 

She jumped to sit in his lap which knocked him backward so he was sitting in the floor with her crying, kissing him and repeating "Yes, Yes, Yes" between kisses. 

The other diners applauded when Trish answered Brandon. The waiter came over with a bottle of champagne that Brandon order, IF she said yes. Brandon was laughing and quietly told her 

"We might want to get up, we're sitting in the floor of a five star restaurant making out and I'm sure with your dress, someone is getting a very good view of you! Plus we have some bubbly to drink and desserts to eat." 

Trish let him up and they sat back down. Trish then looked at her ring. She gasped, "Brandon! Is this, really a ..." 

He smiled "Yes it is. I remember one time we went into a jewelry store to get a battery for my watch. I remember you saw some pink diamonds and went on and on for days about how pretty they were and how you would love to have one someday. So I started saving my money back then. I knew it would take me years to get enough and I figured I would get you a necklace or something. But then last week, when I finally realized I was going to ask you to marry me, I thought maybe a pink diamond might help my cause! You can take it in Monday to get it sized, I'm sure it will be too big." 

She took it and handed it to Brandon, "Put it on me!" 

He slipped it on her finger. It was a little big, but not as much as he thought it would be given how small and delicate her hands were. They finished their champagne and dessert. Brandon asked, with a hopeful look, what she wanted to do now. 

She smiled coyly at him "I think we should go up to our room so I can show you a surprise I got for you." 

They wandered through the hotel hand in hand, stopping frequently for quick kisses as they admiring the grandeur of the place as well of the joy of becoming engaged. Trish kept looking at her ring as if she thought it might somehow disappear if she didn't keep an eye on it.

As the got to their room, Trish said she needed to send a picture of the ring to Jill. She attached the picture to a text that said "Look what Brandon gave me!" She received a reply in about a minute. "OMG!! Congrats, so happy 4 u 2. ALL details Monday,"

Trish noticed another bunch of long stem red roses and another bottle of champagne. "She giggled, "The roses are beautiful! What's with the champagne, trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?" 

Brandon gave his grin, shrugged "Well they do this in all the chick flicks you watch, and since I have never proposed before..." He put his arms around her, "You have no idea how happy you make me. I just can't believe someone as nice, cute, sexy, funny, smart, caring...would want me. I'm just afraid I'll wake up and find I was hit in the head and this was just a dream. That would be devastating. I couldn't go through life without you." 

Trish beamed at him with misty eyes, "You couldn't be happier than I am, I have wanted this since I was a little girl, marrying my Brandon. I can't believe you, someone so smart, strong, fearless, handsome and sexy wants me. You could have any girl or woman you want, and you picked me! I can't describe how amazing that makes me feel." 

They kissed softly at first, but it rapidly deepened and became very passionate. Trish could feel Brandon's erection pushing into her stomach as they pressed themselves together. She pulled back, panting and said, 

"Down Boy! I want to go change so I can show you a surprise I got for you." 

He growled, "Now? Can't it wait a little while?" As he tried to pull he back into his embrace. 

She danced back smiling, "no, I want to show you this, now." She grabbed her bag, gave an exaggerated sway of her hips, smiled at him and disappeared into the bathroom. 

Brandon groaned, walked over opened the champagne, poured himself a glass and then plopped down on the bed to wait on his sister. He was keyed up despite already having drank a glass of wine with his meal and most of the champagne after he'd proposed. He needed some relief and Trish seemed to be in the mood to tease him. He downed his glass and just poured another when he heard the bathroom door open. 




Siblings Lives SEALed Together Ch. 02



"Are you ready?" came her voice from the bathroom. 

He sat back down on the bed and replied, "Yes." 

She stepped out of the bathroom and Brandon's mouth dropped open. He could not believe what he was seeing. His cute adorable little sister was replaced by the hottest, sexiest woman he had ever seen. 

He had seen her nude before, but her outfit made her look even sexier and he did think that would have been possible, until now. She had on the pale pink baby doll with the pale white silk stockings, garter belt and her platform sandals. She had touched up her makeup and hair. She stood there for a moment biting her lower lip before shyly asking 

"Do you like it? Do I look OK?" 

He stood and stepped toward her. He could see her nipples tenting the fabric of her top. "My God, you look incredible! I don't think you could look any sexier, more beautiful or desirable than you do right now." He put his arms around her and looked into her eyes for several seconds, "I can't believe how much I love you. I, I can't find words to explain how much I love you." He leaned down and they kissed passionately, hungrily. 

Her hands went to the back of his head and she ran her fingers through his hair. He slid his hands up and down her back, lightly brushing her butt cheeks at the bottom of their travel. He easily picked her up, carried her the short distance to the bed and gently laid her down. He stood looking at her, taking in her perfection. He tried to speak, but nothing came out. 

Trish looked up at him adoringly, "Why don't you take off your clothes and come lay down with me."

He quickly stripped off his clothes and crawled on the bed beside her. He could see a flush starting to rise on her skin as he ran his fingertips along her face. He then leaned down and they kissed. They were both ready, urgent in their need for the other. 

Brandon slipped his hands under the thin top and stroked her smooth flat stomach as their tongues fought in their mouths. He could feel her muscles twitch as he ever so gently stroked her skin. He slowly moved up to the bottom of her breasts. Trish was letting out occasional moans as her excitement grew. He slowly stroked back and forth along the bottom of her breasts, occasional trailing up between them. He was purposely avoiding her nipples, although this was driving him crazy. 

Slowly he worked the top up and they broke their kisses long enough for him to pull it off her head. He again marveled at the perfection of her breasts which were rapidly rising and falling from her heavy breathing. The light pink areola and nipples he noticed was nearly the same color as her top. Her nipples were rock hard and looked like they were trying to pull away from the rest of her breast. As they resumed their passionate kissing, he resumed the light stroking slowly, teasingly moving in toward her nipples. He moved his kissed to her jaw, then her neck and clavicles. He was now circling her areolas. She would occasionally whimper in frustration and need. He moved down and flicked a nipple with his tongue. "Ooohh, yes, pleeease!' she groaned. He was more than happy to oblige. 

He tenderly sucked a nipple in his mouth as he rolled the other between his fingers. She groaned and grabbed the back of his head to hold him tightly to her. He started moving back and forth between her breasts, sucking, licking, occasionally raking his teeth gently over her nipples. His hand trailed down her stomach, still with the very light feathery touches. He continued down until he reached the top of her tiny panties. As he worked her nipples, he moved his fingers back and forth along the top of her panties. Trish was moaning, panting at the attention he was giving to her body. She didn't think she had been this worked up the first time they made love. He gently slid his fingers over the thin material of the very wet crotch of the panties. He could feel the heat, the swollen labia, her need. 

He reluctantly released her breasts and started moving down her body, trailing little kisses and licks as he went. His cock was harder than her could ever remember, aching, dripping as he lavished his love on her. He reached the top of her panties. She was slightly trembling from her excitement. He leaned down and took the waistband of the panties in his teeth and began to pull them down. He could easily smell her arousal and it was driving him crazy with lust for her. She lifted her hips and he hooked the panties with his fingers and slid them down her legs and then tossed them off the bed. He then removed her sandals and dropped them to the floor.

He leaned down and Trish spread her legs in anticipation of his mouth. Instead he resumed the feathery strokes he had used on her breasts and stomach. He lightly caressed her inner thighs, over her stockings, past the tops, up to the junction of her thighs and labia and across her mound. Trish was nearly out of her mind with need, her hips thrusting on their own, trying to get relief from the tortuous teasing she was receiving. She was whimpering, "Pleeeaase, Brandon, please!" Her thighs were shaking. 

Finally he couldn't stand it anymore and leaned down and kissed her slit. "Oooohhh" was her response. She was so wet he could see drops hanging from her pink inner lips that were open before him. He flicked his tongue to gather her moisture. "Mmmmm" he groaned as he closed his eyes, savoring her taste, one that he would never get tired of experiencing. He began to lick deeper into his hot, wet sister. She began arching her back as he intensified his efforts. As he felt this, he reached up and fastened his lips around her clit and sucked. Trish exploded into the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. 

"Aaaaahhhooooohhh" she wailed as her thighs slammed around his head and she jackknifed as she did when she had a powerful orgasm. She rolled to her side still with his head between her legs. Brandon by now had learned he needed to get a breath before she came since he would be trapped in her crotch for some period of time until she started to come down. Not that he thought that was a bad ordeal to suffer through. After a minute or so, she relaxed into a trembling mass as little aftershocks went through her. He crawled up beside her and took her in his arms and gently kissed her. When her breathing returned to near normal, she opened her eyes. 

Sighing she said, "I'm not sure we can do that anymore, I really think you are trying to kill me!" 

He laughed, "Liked that huh?" 

She got an evil grin on her face and said, "Payback's a bitch!" 

He put his hand on his chest, looked into the distance and replied, "Well if I must suffer, I shall do so gallantly!" 

They both burst out laughing. She then put her arms around him whispering, "I love you so much, I always have, I always will." They kissed and she then snuggled next to him. Soon they drifted off to sleep. 

After a couple of hours Brandon awoke and got up to pee. When he came out, Trish was awake, smiling contentedly. He got them each a glass of champagne and got in bed beside her. The glasses were only about half empty when they were placed on the nightstand. The couple had resumed kissing and caressing each other. It did not take long before they were both breathing hard. 

Brandon's raging erection was back, still seeking relief. Trish was as wet as she had been earlier. They both wanted each other, he to be in her, she to have him deep in her body. Brandon moved over her and she spread her legs wide for him. He ran his fingers between her very wet lips and then ran a finger deep into her hot flesh. She moaned and began to gently rock against his finger. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his shaft and begin slowly sliding it up and down his hardness. He inserted a second finger into her very tight body. He curled his fingers up to hit her G spot and put his thumb on her clit as her worked her arousal higher and higher. She was thrusting harder against his fingers, moaning loudly and her juices began to trickle down his hand. She was stroking him faster. 

She looked at him with lust and urgency in her eyes. "Now, make love to me now, I need you in me!" she panted out to him. 

He leaned down, his aching cock head nestled between her lips. Her hips were frantically trying to drive him into her. He slowly pushed forward. He was once again amazed at how incredibly tight she was. She moaned almost continuously as he slowly worked himself into her until he bottomed out. She pulled her thighs up until they were nearly on her chest to allow him deeper access to her willing depths. He pulled back, grasped her butt and lifted her slightly as he thrust back into her. He gradually increased his speed as he drove into her hot silky wetness again and again. She cried out "Oh God, Yes, Brandon harder!" He complied. She was thrusting her hips up against him as he held her butt off the bed slightly. He was grunting with every stroke as her moaning got louder and high pitched. They were sweating from the exertion as they tried to merge themselves into one being. Brandon could tell he was nearly ready to cum, only a few more strokes. Trish was teetering on the edge as well. Brandon lifted her butt higher and aimed his cock so it would rub hard over the upper wall of her pussy. When he reached the bottom of his stroke, he then ground his pubes hard against her to provide extra stimulus to her engorged clit. 

She went off like a rocket. "Oooohhmyyygoooodd, Braaandooon!" She shrieked. He pussy contracted around Brandon like it was never going to release him, her legs flew around his waist and her arms pulled him into a bear hug. He could feel her entire body jerking in spasms This was all Brandon could take and he unloaded deep inside her, pumping shot after shot of his cum into his sister, his lover and soon to be wife. When the last of his cum was deposited he collapsed on her. Both were hot, sweating and struggling to catch their breath. After a minute he rolled to the side so she could breathe better, still deeply buried in her heavenly pussy. They lay there coupled, tenderly kissing, nuzzling and just enjoying the presence of the other. They spent the night making love, napping then repeating the process three more times. After the last session, they both collapsed into a deep sleep. 

Brandon had left a wakeup call for nine AM. Trish was not happy when she heard the phone ring. 

"Noooo, I don't want to get up yet, I still tired!" 

Brandon was too, but said they needed to shower and check out then get brunch before heading home. He pulled the covers back and rolled her to him 

"Come on sleepy, you can nap on the ride home. Let's get cleaned up." 

As he got her out of bed, He saw the mess they had left on the sheets and their groins. "He smiled and looking down at her pussy, said "You made a mess." 

Trish playfully slapped him on the head. "I'll have you know that is YOUR mess! I was an innocent bystander, just trying to sleep and someone kept interrupting me and making that huge mess. I would NEVER do something like that!" Barely able to contain her laughter. 

"Really! Innocent! I don't seem to recall you complaining at the time, or trying to stop me!" he shot back as he chased her into the bathroom. 

They took a hot and lazy shower together, making sure the other was squeaky clean. They dressed, went downstairs to check out and then get brunch. They sat outside as it was a beautiful morning. When they finished eating and were just sipping coffee, Trish looked at Brandon seriously, 

"I thought of something we need to talk about." 

He raised an eyebrow, "that doesn't sound good." She reached out and took his hand, 

"I know this is not going to be something you want to hear, but: we need to tell Mom." 

Brandon's entire demeanor dropped. "Way to ruin a perfect weekend!" he muttered. 

"I know Honey, but we have to tell her. I am going to go visit her, and what do you think she will do when she sees the ring?" 

He offered "You could take it off while you're there." 

She scowled at him, "So you want me to take it off when the mood hits!" 

He sighed, "No, I mean, you know how this is going to go. She is going to go ape shit crazy. Nobody is going to be good enough for her little girl and I understand that, I will probably feel the same way if I ever have a daughter. But of all the guys on the planet, I would be three spots below the last guy alive, that doesn't take into account that:" He looked around to make sure no one was in ear shot and quietly said, "I'm your brother!" 

She nodded, "I know she probably will be upset at first, but if she hears us out, I think she will come around. I mean our relationship would be hard for most parents to get a handle on." 

"Probably upset? Probably? Like the sun is probably bright, water is probably wet..." Brandon then got an idea, "Hey, I got it! Why don't we invite her for; our tenth anniversary! It would be too late for her to say much and..." 

"BRANDON!" Trish cut him off. 

"OK, OK, I agree we need to tell her. It won't be good, but we need to, I guess. So when?" 

Trish thought a second, "Next weekend?" 

Brandon was taken aback and nearly chocked on his coffee, "You aren't wasting any time are you? Well I have duty next weekend, so I can't go. But if YOU want to go and tell her..." 

Trish scowled at him, "So you'd throw me under the bus, just like that? The big tough Navy SEAL," and in a little girl voice said "afraid of his Mommy?" 

He put his hands up in surrender, "OK, I'll go and take my punishment. Do you want to drive down of fly?"

She said it would be a little quicker if the fly, since they probably wouldn't leave until Friday afternoon unless he thought he could get a day's leave. He said it would be easier to just leave after he was done on a Friday and then fly back late Sunday night.

On the drive back they were quiet, only occasionally talking about how to broach the subject with her mother. Trish asked him if maybe he should start calling her Mom again instead of Janet, or "your" mother. 

He snorted, "No! I'm ONLY going to see her because of you. I will try to be civil as long as she is respectful, that is as far as I'm going. Don't push your luck for more than that!" 

She thought she would call and tell her mother she was coming for a visit and would be bringing someone. "That way she will be suspecting I have a boyfriend and it might get her to accept our engagement easier." 

Brandon smiled, "Well I only see a couple of minor problems. First, she will not be happy to see me. Second, she is going to go ballistic when she finds out I'm the boyfriend. Third, Mt Saint Helens will look like a minor burp compared to the eruption that will happen when we tell her we are getting married. Aside from that, sounds good." 

Trish slumped in her seat. "Well do you have any legitimate ideas on how we should tell her?" 

Brandon shook his head, "I told you Hon, this is not going to go down well in any shape or form. In the annals of things not going well, this will likely be the bar against which all the others are judged. Honestly, I don't think there will be a way to tell her that she will even be willing to hear our side. I really wish I had something. I will try to come up with something, but I am not very hopeful," 

They drove on in silence. Trish had a feeling Brandon was right, this was not going to go well, and would probably get ugly.

That Monday, Jill was over to get all the details on the weekend. 

"Wow, I didn't realize he was so romantic!" she told Trish. Trish smiled slightly. 

Jill looked at her, "OK, what's up, something is bothering you. Second thoughts?" 

Trish looked surprised, "NO! Nothing like that. I am so happy I can't believe it!" 

Jill frowned, "OK then, what is it?" 

Trish sighed, "Brandon and I talked about how to tell Mom." 

Trish had told Jill a few weeks earlier about her and Brandon being brother and sister. She was pleasantly surprised that after the initial shock, Jill just shrugged and said "You love who you love, you can't help it. You two seem so happy together I can't see that as a bad thing. Unusual yes, but bad, no." 

Trish went on "He thinks, and I tend to agree, it will not go over well. Mom and Brandon have had problems for years. I don't think they said one nice thing to each other for nearly two years before he left home, and he gets so mad when I even mention her. He promised he would be good, as long as she is, but I am afraid the whole thing will blow up as soon as we get there." 

Jill said she kind of understood, and said she was sure it would be hard on any parent to realize their kids were together and going to marry. She asked if they had any ideas on how they would tell her. Trish told her about the idea to tell her she was bringing someone so her Mom would expect a boyfriend/fiancée. That would get her use to the idea before they got there, but beyond that, they didn't know. 

Jill then asked, "How are you two going to actually get married, I mean you are brother and sister, and that's a no-no. Are you going to have a commitment ceremony or something?" 

Trish told her about Brandon getting his birth certificate changed before he enlisted and why he did it. "So it looks like we're not related. Different names, different parent with different dates of birth." 

Jill shook her head and laughed, "It never dawned on to me about the names. He's a pretty devious boy, and obviously thinks things through. I guess it was meant to be, I mean he did that just to get in the Navy, now it's going to let you two get married."

Trish called her mother the next day and told her she was coming for a brief visit. He mother was happy, but asked why she couldn't stay longer. Trish took a deep breath and said "Well, I'm bringing someone with me, and he can only get off for the weekend." She winced and bit her lip waiting on the reaction. She hadn't meant to say 'he' trying to leave it non-committal so she could gage her mother's reaction first. "So, that is why you haven't come home in so long, you have a boyfriend! Well I'll get your room and the guest room ready. When are you two coming down?" Her mother asked. Trish told her it would be the weekend after next. They would fly down, rent a car and be there Friday evening sometime, she would give her a better idea once they had the flight itinerary. 

Brandon was not happy about having to go, but said again, he knew they had to tell her sometime and no matter when, it was going to be unpleasant. 

He had another training exercise for Thursday until Monday evening. Brandon reminded her that their deployment was set for three weeks from now and they would have to make sure everything was in order for her. That depressed her, she didn't like him being gone. The week at a time things were bad enough, but a long deploy was breaking her heart to think he would be gone for so long, and what could happen to him wherever they were sending him. 

They bought their airline tickets for the short flight and rented a car so they could drive to her home. The days Brandon was gone dragged by and Jill and Trish kept each other occupied as best they could. Jill said she and Derrick were still trying to figure out when to get married. They wanted to before he deployed, but didn't think they could get the arrangements made. She said they also were toying with the idea of eloping and then having a big reception when he got back. After the guys got back from their training op, the days seemed to fly by. Soon it was Friday and time to face their mother.

The short flight went smoothly, it was still daylight when they landed. They picked up the car and started toward Trish and her mother's home. Trish was nervous, Brandon subdued. They drove in silence with only a few brief attempts at conversation. They still were not sure how to tell her and what they would say to explain things but figured they would just play it by ear going by her mother's reaction. After about an hour, as it was approaching dusk, they arrived. 




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She shook her head, wiping away the tears that had formed from the bitter memories. 

"Well that is in the past, we are back together and that is all that matters!" 

She saw Brandon give her a halfhearted smile, seeming to relax, then sighed, 

"You're right, that is all that matters now." They had arrived at the Bistro and walking hand in hand went in to join their friends.

Brandon was pleasantly surprised, he had a really good time. The food was great, the atmosphere was nice, they had a wide selection of beer and the lounge area was fairly upscale with good music. After they ate, they went to the lounge for a few drinks. The music was good and not so loud that you couldn't talk. 

Brandon was slowly sipping his beer since he was driving. Trish and Jill were not. It was soon obvious they were getting drunk. Trish was still very clingy to Brandon, even making him walk her the short distance to the ladies room and wait for her. She staggered a little when she came out and Brandon put his arm around her as he steered her back to their table. When the returned, Jill was sitting in Derrick's lap kissing him. 

Trish giggled and slurring slightly said, "I thinks they likes each other." 

Brandon grinned, "Ya think?" He was a little startled when Trish dropped into his lap when he sat down. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, "I am sooo glad to sssee you again. I was startin' to thinks you wouldn'ts never finds me." 

He looked into her eyes, smiled "Technically, you found me. I'm glad you did, I'm just sorry it took so long. I have missed you so much." 

She sighed and snuggled into his chest. He was becoming aware of the effect she was having on him. Her small, soft, warm body pressed into his, her smell, soft hair brushing against him, her firm butt shifting from time to time on his lap, was all starting to arouse him. He told himself that this was his sister, that she was drunk, was emotional and he needed to think of something else. Unfortunately her occasional contented little sighs, the occasional wiggle in his lap, and seeing his buddy and Jill kissing quite passionately was not helping. 

Finally he said, "I think we had better get going" 

Derrick and Jill stood up, breathing heavily, nodded and practically ran for the door hand in hand. Brandon grinned, shaking his head at the couple, got Trish up and tried to head her toward the car. She kept leaning into him, looking up into his eyes and try to put her arms around his neck. He finally got her in front of him with his arms around her waist so he could keep her heading to the car. Her constantly grinding her ass into his crotch as they walked was not helping his aching cock, which had come up wanting to play, some time ago. 

They finally got in the car and he headed to his condo. He had to help her out of the car and into his place. He told her she had no business trying to drive, and he could call her a taxi or she could crash there for the night. She slurred out that she was really sleepy and just wanted to go to bed. He took her into his bedroom and told her she could sleep there and he would sleep on the couch. He helped her take off her shoes and then started to leave the room. 

"Wa, what, am I gonna wear?" 

Brandon looked at her puzzled "what?" 

She smiled "what am I gonna sssleeps in" 

He shrugged "I don't know, your clothes?" 

She shook her head, nearly falling off the bed. "No sssilly, I don't have nuttin to sleep in. Did your roooommate, girl friend or whatever she was, leave anything?" 

Then seeing the tee shirt he had given her at the bar that afternoon, she said, "I'll wear dis." 

Laughing Brandon said "whatever" as he left the room.

His couch was not as comfortable as a bed, but with the couple of beers he had drank, the emotions of the day, he quickly started to drift off to sleep. He did not make it. He heard a soft voice, 

"Braaandooon?" 

He sat up and saw Trish standing in the hall. She was wearing his tee shirt and he assumed her panties as the tee shirt covered that area, just barely. But her amazing legs were on full display.

"Can you come and lay down wits me, I'm s, scared." 

Brandon shook his head, "there is nothing to be scared of here. You're safe." 

She looked very small, vulnerable and cute as she replied, "I, I know, but I'm ssstill scared, won't you come and lays down wits me, like you used to?" 

Brandon's mind screamed "This is NOT a good idea, you know better, DO NOT DO IT!" 

Shaking his head he replied, "I don't know Hon, we were a lot younger then, I don't think it would be a good idea." 

"Pleeeeze" she pouted. "Pwetty pleeeze." 

With a deep sigh, he stood up 

"OK, but just until you fall asleep." 

He was only wearing his boxers and thought he should put something else on, but he didn't have anything else to sleep in. He thought to himself he would only be in there for a few minutes until she passed out, then he could beat a hasty retreat. So while far from ideal, it should be OK, he hoped. He went in and crawled in the bed. Trish was already in bed and snuggled up to him as soon as he lay down. He lay staring at the ceiling trying not to react to the feel her soft warm body pressing against his. 

Trish whispered "I was sooo scared today." 

Almost instinctively, Brandon put his arm around her as he used to do when she was younger, gently stroked her hair and said, "It's OK, you're safe now." 

He heard a soft "mmmmm" and then her slow sleepy breathing.

Brandon lay there in the state between sleep and awake. The state where you are partly aware but not sure if things are real or a dream. He was aware of a smooth firm thigh over his, a breast against his side and an arm over his lower chest. He smiled to himself, it felt good. He was content. But as he slowly drifted toward wakefulness, he thought the leg was firmer and a little smaller than Bree's, the breast was also a little smaller and firmer than hers. The smell of her hair was different too, but he couldn't place it. Where did he know that scent from? As he continued to slowly awaken he heard a soft "hmmm," and the leg moved to within an inch or so of his cock. Her head moved slightly bringing hair almost to his nose, making the scent stronger, the scent of, Trish. 

His eyes flew open. She was sound asleep, half draped over his body. His tee shirt that she wore was twisted up to her lower chest revealing her very small white panties, partially cover one of her amazing ass cheeks. 

"Shit, shit, SHIT what have I done? I have to get out of here!" he thought. He realized if she moved her leg any further she would bump into his now raging hard on that was starting to poke out of his boxers. He also realized he had to move very slowly or he would wake her. 

Slowly, oh so slowly, like he was in sniper training, he gently worked himself out from under her and cautiously slid off the bed. He then went into the kitchen to make some coffee and think. He wanted a shower but knew it would have to wait until after she woke up. After he got some coffee in him, he started to calm down. Nothing really happened it was innocent, sort of. So why was he reacting like this? Maybe because he wanted something to happen? No! He told himself, she was his sister that was wrong. Yes he cared about her; yes she was pretty, no, she was drop dead gorgeous; yes she seemed to be flirting with him last night, but she was drunk. She was his sister and it was his job to protect her, even from himself if need be.

After about an hour Trish stumbled into the kitchen not looking particularly chipper. Brandon chucked and started to ask how she felt, but before he could get any words out she put her hand up in the STOP gesture. She padded over to the coffee and stood there. Grinning, Brandon got up, got her a cup of coffee, added some creamer, sugar and gave it to her. She took it, shuffled to the table and plopped down in a chair. Brandon had a hard time not staring at her. See looked really good in that tee shirt. He could just make out her nipples and most of her incredible legs were on display again. 

After a bit she asked "How are you?" 

He smiled, "better than you I bet." A grunt was her only reply. 

"If you want something to eat, I can take you out for breakfast, I don't keep much food here since it's only me and I am gone so much." 

Trish said "maybe in a while, I need more coffee, and a shower. How did you sleep last night, that couch could not have been comfortable." 

Brandon froze for a second, did she know he slept all night with her? No, surely she didn't, she didn't seem upset, just hung over. 

"Fine, how 'bout you?" 

Trish smiled, "I was out like a light. I barely remember you coming in and getting in bed before I was out. Thanks, I was so worked up from the day, but you helped me relax and sleep." 

Brandon breathed a sigh of relief, "I think the drinks you had might have helped!" 

Trish shrugged, "maybe some, but I always slept better with you around. So, whatcha got planned for today?" 

Brandon looked up and said, "Oh I have an exciting day, gonna do some laundry, pay some bills on line, and if I get feeling really crazy, I might , go for a swim out back before I watch a game this evening!" 

Trish sneered as she walked to the frig and looked in, "you really don't have any food here!"

She wandered back to get her phone from the bedroom, coming back in a few minutes laughing. "Looks like I had a guest overnight." Brandon looked at her questioningly. "Apparently Jill and Derrick went to our place. I woke them when I texted her. She said to see if I can stay here for a while. They aren't done talking!" 

Brandon laughed, "Talking, riiight! You can stay here as long as you like, I really don't mind. It's nice having you around again." 

Trish smiled, "Thanks. I really need a shower, but I don't have any other clothes. I guess I'll have to go back to get some" 

Brandon said "Well you could see if there is anything in the other room that Bree left, or you could throw your things in with mine and I'll wash them." 

Trish scowled at him, "I really don't want to wear someone else's panties, even if they'd fit. And what would I wear while you washed my clothes?" 

Brandon grinned, "well that's up to you, if you insisted, I could probably get you another tee shirt or something." 

Trish thought for a second. She really did not want to leave. The thought of running around with only a thin tee shirt on in front of her brother was a little intimidating, and exciting at the same time. While she only had panties on under the shirt now, that seemed to provide her with some feeling of modesty, "Ok. But can you run out and get me something to eat first, I'm starving."

She was aware that Brandon was constantly taking quick glances at her all morning. His eyes following her wherever she went. He even walked into a corner of a wall in the kitchen while looking at her. Prompting a "Shit!" from him and giggles from her. She was careful not to flash him, too much, as she waited on her clothes. She was acutely aware her nipples were rock hard, which drew Brandon's gaze. The shirt came down to her upper thighs, which were also being carefully scrutinized by Brandon, making her take extra tugs and pulls to keep herself somewhat covered when she sat. Brandon finally said the dryer should be done in a few minutes so she could go take a shower and he would put her things on the bed. She headed into his room and then into the bathroom. Definitely a guy bathroom, soap, shampoo, toothbrush, razor, deodorant, comb, towels, and that was about it. Again, sparse came to mind. 

She got into the hot water and let it run over her. Her mind replaying the past twenty four hours. She was excited to reconnect with Brandon, her "long lost" brother, but she knew it was more than that. It had always been more than that, for as long as she could remember. She smiled remembering as a little girl telling Brandon that she was going to marry him when they grew up. She remembered the feelings she got when he would hold her at night when she told him she was scared of something. Her mother had told her to stop cuddling in bed with Brandon when Trish was eight or nine years old. She told her it was not right, that boys and girls, especially brothers and sisters, don't do that. So they became more careful, waiting until after their mother was in bed before she would ask Brandon to lay down with her. As she reached puberty, she often wondered if this was what it would be like to be married, to snuggle up beside her husband, feeling warm, safe, and loved. She liked the new feelings she started experiencing when she was close to Brandon, when he would hold her, snuggle with her, or smile at her. She then discovered masturbation. Brandon was her only fantasy until a couple of years after he left home, but remained a frequent visitor to her fantasies. As she dated, she invariably found herself comparing guys to Brandon. That was not fair, her expectations were a jumble of memories, fantasy and hopes. She had always felt, and was sure that someday she and Brandon would be back together, after all, he had promised her the night he left home. 

She was slowly stroking her nipples as she daydreamed. The hot water was relaxing her, her body tingling from her fingers and the thoughts of Brandon. She wondered where do they go from here. Where did she want this to go, what did he want? Her fingers had moved down to her pubic mound. She knew Brandon seemed interested in her, he had walked into a wall staring at her! Did he just want sex like most guys, or did he still care about her, did he really want her? She was gently rubbing around her aching clit, her breathing was getting deeper and faster. He seemed reluctant to lay down in bed with her last night. Yes they had just met for the first time in nearly six years; yes they, well she anyway, was drunk; but had he just been trying to do the "right" and "proper" thing when he tried to say no? Her hips were now thrusting against her hand, she slid a finger into herself and moaned. He had not really put up much resistance so did he still have feelings for her? Had he ever had "those" feelings for her or was this just her imagination gone wild? She thought she remembered feeling his hard cock against her ass as they left the Bistro last night, or was she just drunk and imagined it? A second finger was now rapidly sliding in and out of her dripping vagina. Her breathing was ragged and her hips thrusting harder against her hand. God, if only Brandon would come in now and take her. That was all it took, "OOOHHH, Braaaandooon." Her thighs clenched around her hand as she doubled over from her orgasm. She was shaking, her knees weak. After a few minutes, she regained her composure. Grabbing the soap, she quickly finished her shower. She was determined to find out how Brandon felt. She knew it would take time, but after almost six years, she was willing to wait a bit longer if necessary. 

She quickly dried off and found her clothes on Brandon's bed. She wondered if her had heard anything when he brought them in? No, she had been quiet not wanting him to hear her. When she came out of the bedroom, he smiled, 

"I was wondering if I was going to have to organize a search team." 

She retorted "well it takes girls longer, we want to look good when we appear. Speaking of, I don't have much makeup with me." 

Brandon shook his head, "you don't need makeup, you're beautiful without any." 

She smiled "you have to say that, you're my brother." 

He replied, "No, I don't. But I mean it. Even this morning when you came in after you just woke up, you looked better than any girl I've ever seen." She blushed and Brandon hastily added, "I'll be back in a few minutes, I'm gonna shower now." 

He hurried off, hoping she didn't see the bulge in his shorts. He had been hard since he awoke in bed beside her. In the shower Brandon belittled himself, "What the hell is wrong with you? This is your sister. You're acting like some dumb love sick kid in high school." Yet he knew he was in love with her, he always had been. He tried to tell himself it was just love as a brother, and over the years he had convinced himself that was the case. She had been and still was his most frequent and intense masturbation fantasy. He always felt guilty afterward. It was difficult, but he had learned to control the desire somewhat over the years. But seeing her again yesterday had undone in a matter of minutes all the self-convincing he had done over the years. He felt himself losing the battle since she came back into his life yesterday. But he knew it couldn't be. He wasn't sure, but doubted Trish felt the same way as he did. She obviously loved him as a brother and had always been very affectionate with him, but that was surely all there was to it, wasn't it? He resisted the urge to stroke his cock and turned on the cold water to help him calm his urges before he got out of the shower. As he finished up, he felt he needed to try and not let her get to him. It had been a long time since they had seen one another and that was probably what was driving his feelings to places they shouldn't go. He had to be careful or he could hurt her or drive her away, neither of which he could stand the thought of. He knew this was going to be tough.

Going back into the living room, he saw her standing in the kitchen, hands on her hips, all the cabinet doors open. Without turning around she said. 

"Brandon you don't have any plates, bowls, pots or pans, only a couple of coffee cups, a few plastic cups and plastic silverware! I was going to fix you a nice dinner to thank you for saving me yesterday, but how can I?" 

Brandon stuttered, "Well, I, um, told you it was only me, and I eat out a lot!" Not being sure what she expected. 

She turned, hands still on her hips, "come on, we're going shopping." Brandon opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a sound, she gave him that "no argument" stare, then said "You heard me! And while we are stocking your kitchen, I'll pick up a swimsuit since I can't go back to my place for a while. Did your old roommate clean you out when she left or did you all eat ever meal out?" Brandon didn't answer and figured he was better off to let her have her way.

On the way to the mall, Trish could barely contain her excitement. She almost felt like a newlywed get things for her new house. Secretly she hoped it was going to be her new house. 

Brandon showed the same enthusiasm for shopping that he had shown for Hell Week in BUD/S training, none. 

Pulling up to the first store for dishes, she asked him what he would like. 

Rolling his eyes he muttered "I don't care, whatever." 

Figuring she had better get him a little more involved, she smiled sweetly and said, "OK, pink and flowers!" 

That drew a quick response, "OK, I'll look." 

After getting a set of dishes, a couple sets of glasses and some flat wear, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and said "let's go." 

They were off to a kitchen/cooking store. Trish was still excited, Brandon had no clue why he would ever need this much, stuff. 

Looking at sets of pots and pans, Trish was giving Brandon the scoop, "These are real nice, but pricey, these are not for a dishwasher, these look good but are hard to clean, what do you think?" 

Brandon was clueless, so he told her to get whichever one she liked the best. She hugged him tight, gave him another peck on the cheek and squealed "Thank you!" 

Brandon was starting to like shopping with her, even if she was costing him a small fortune, he liked the hugs and kisses. Next was the knives, measuring cups, baking pans, and on and on. At one point, Trish was looking at toasters and asked "do we have a toaster? "She froze momentarily, realizing she had just asked "do we..." While she had planned on dropping hints to see if she could figure out his thoughts on them/her, she did not want to be too obvious. She watched to see his reaction. To her surprise and relief, it did not seem to register. 




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He just said "no, but I guess it would be nice to have one." 

They finally left that store. Trish grinned at Brandon and said, "I guess this is kinda an expensive day for ya." 

He replied, "Well apparently it was stuff I guess I was supposed to have had, so it's OK." 

Somewhat emboldened, she headed him to Bed Bath and Beyond. 

"What are we doing here? I thought all this was for the kitchen!" he groaned. 

She smiled and said, "Well you need some towels, beach towels, and do we have any other sheets for the bed?" again checking to see his reaction to her using "we." 

Looking perplexed he asked "no, why?" 

She just grabbed his hand and said, "Well we need some." 

After new sheets and more towels than he thought he would use in a year, she asked if she could pick up a couple of things for herself. 

"Sure, I guess. What do you need?" 

She picked up some bath oils, body wash, face wash, shampoos, conditioners, toothbrush holder, and soap dispensers. He was looking at her a little strangely so she spoke up "well if I get stuck out of my house again, it would be nice to have some stuff at your place. If you don't mind, I mean I can put it back..." 

He cut her off, "No no no, that's fine, I just didn't realize what you were doing. It's OK, it's good."

She again hugged him tight and whispered "thank you" as she gave him a kiss on the cheek, lasting longer than the others. "Ok, one more stop, but I think you might like it."

"Really?" was his only reply. 

"Yep, gonna pick out a bathing suit or two." 

Brandon came back to life. "Alright! Do they have live models to demonstrate?" 

She punched him in the arm. "No, and if they did, I sure wouldn't bring you, you'd be drooling all over everything!" 

They headed to a nearby department store. Much to Brandon's dismay, she shooed him away while she looked for her suits. Almost whining he asked why he couldn't help her pick them out. She just said no and then asked how many people use the pool at his condo. He said it depends, holidays and summer weekends, it was pretty busy, weekdays and in the spring like now, not too many. She smiled and then told him to scram, he could see what she purchased later. As he was walking away, she said maybe he should get a suit. "Maybe a Speedo!" 

He turned in time to see her blush and he replied "Are you kidding?" 

She smiled back and thought, "not at all."

By midafternoon they were finally heading back. Brandon had dropped some serious change on stuff he didn't think he needed, hadn't really wanted and probably would use most of it. However, Trish was happy and that was all that mattered to him. Once he got all her purchases inside, she said they should change to go swim. 

She went to the spare bedroom to change. While in there she saw several pictures of Brandon. His boot camp photo, one from BUD/S graduation, one on completion of SEAL training in his dress uniform proudly wearing his new Trident. She could see the evolution in his appearance as he filled out and matured. Next were various photos from what she assumed were missions he had been on. Groups of guys, arms around shoulders, drinking beer, hamming it up. A picture of them ready to jump out of a plane, one in scuba gear and other similar type pictures. 

A couple pictures however, caused her to pause. One looked like it was a picture from an actual patrol. It looked like a jungle area. He was wearing camo face paint, a boonie hat and body armor with his gun ready at his chest. The other was several team members walking from a helicopter. They were dirty had all their gear on and looked tired, but it was the look on his face, his eyes that startled her. A look she had never seen before. Nothing like the brother she knew and loved. Dark, focused, fearless, deadly, but more, something that she couldn't put her finger on or identify. It almost scared her. She knew she did not want to see that look in his eyes, ever. 

She quickly changed into her new light blue bikini, and nervously stepped out of the room. Brand was waiting in the living room. He turned toward her when he heard her open the door. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open for a second. 

"Wow, you look, amazing!" She blushed a little and mumbled her thanks. She had grabbed a tee shirt and slipped it on before they headed to the pool. 

It was warm and sunny, but the water was pretty cool. That didn't seem to faze Brandon as he dove in and swam laps under water. Coming up for air he told her, "It's a hell of a lot warmer than Coronado where we trained". 

Trish mainly laid in the sun. She noticed that Brandon's glances in her direction were getting longer and longer, Brandon had been right, no one else was there and she was glad because Brandon's staring at her had caused her nipples to noticeably stand out. 

After a couple hours, Trish got a text from Jill, asking how she was, and did they want to go get something to eat? They agreed to meet for pizza and beer. They went back, showered and changed. Trish still need some clothes so she texted Jill to bring her some. As they were leaving, Brandon grabbed a pager.

"What is that?" Trish asked. 

"My alert pager. If they call an alert, we have to go. Could be a drill, could be an unscheduled training exercise, could be the real deal. We never know 'till we get there." 

He seemed pretty matter of fact about it, but Trish realized there was going to be a lot more to being with Brandon, if that happened, and she was desperately hoping it would, than the usual guy-girl issues. 

As they headed to meet Jill and Derrick, it began to rain with lightening in the distance. "I hope it doesn't storm. You remember how much I hate storms." Brandon chucked and nodded. 

The pizza was good and so was the company. Trish teased Jill that she looked awful tired, "You guys must have talked, a lot!" 

Brandon burst out laughing, Jill blushed a little and Derrick looked puzzled. Brandon told Derrick that he would tell him later as Jill leaned over and whispered in Trish's ear. It was Trish's turn to blush a deep red. 

"NO!" 

Jill leaned back smugly, arched an eyebrow "really?" 

Trish stammered, "no, a, no, NO!" 

The look on the guy's faces showed that they obviously had no idea what had been said. 

Jill smiled at her best friend broadly and said, 

"Oookaay...Well I think Derrick needs to take me back, we have some more to, talk about. If that's OK with you?" 

Brandon chuckled and Derrick was up and ready to get Jill back to her place. 

There were peals of thunder as they drove back. 

"So what did Jill want to know?" 

Trish blushed again and said, "She was just teasing me. I really hope it doesn't storm any worse." Being serious and trying to change the subject. 

"I think we're going to get some pretty strong thunderstorms tonight." he replied.

They got in the door just as it started to pour rain. The thunder grew louder and the lightening increased. Trish told Brandon she was going to change for bed. Trish took the clothes Jill had packed for her. She found a few pair of panties, a couple pair of shorts, a halter top, blouse, a yellow summer dress, and a couple of old tee shirts that she had since she was a kid and now wore to bed at night. 

On the tee shirts was a note "not that you'll actually be putting these on." 

She smiled and put on a tee shirt. She wondered if it was too thin, her nipples were sticking out noticeably and it didn't cover her panties. She decided to go ahead and see what happened. She went out to find Brandon on the couch watching TV. She sat beside him, saw him glance at her, then do a double take. He quickly jerked his head back to the TV and clearing his throat said, 

"I thought I would catch the news and see what the weather is supposed to do." 

The forecast was for storms most of the night and then clear by morning. Trish said she was going to bed. 

Brandon said, "Help yourself to the bed, I'll sleep here on the couch again." 

At that moment there was a huge clap of thunder and the room was illuminated by a brilliant flash of light from lightening nearby. Trish jumped into Brandon's lap, burying her face in his shoulder. 

Brandon was very aware of her amazing body through the thin material of her tee shirt. She was shaking slightly, but she felt good. 

She looked at Brandon and quietly asked if he would sleep with her. 

He hesitated. He was wondering if he could control himself if he was in bed with her. He remembered the feel and sight of her in bed this morning, the way she looked in her bikini at the pool, and now she was in his lap with only the thinnest material separating him from her incredible body. 

Again, part of his brain was screaming, "This is a BAD idea, Do NOT do it!" 

There was another thunder clap as rain pounded against the windows. Trish jumped again and looked at Brandon with a tear in her eye. He caved. 

He nodded slowly like a prisoner accepting his sentence. Trish put her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. She then gave him a lingering kiss on the cheek. Pulling back slightly, she whispered in his ear softly, "Thank you." She stood, reached down and took his hand and they walked back to the bedroom as the storm continued to rage.

As they walked, Brandon prayed for the strength to not do something stupid. Then he wondered if that would be to DO something with her, or NOT to. He slipped off his clothes leaving his boxers on and slid into bed, Trish snuggled into him. She sighed and quietly said how much fun today had been. 

Brandon chuckled "You must not get out much." She slapped his arm lightly, 

"No, I mean, just being with you and doing things together. I'd forgotten how much I always liked that. I love you." 

Another large clap of thunder caused her to jump. Brandon as he had done so many times before, held her in his arms and gently stroked her hair, saying, "It's OK, you safe now...I love you too." 

They both drifted off to sleep. Brandon's sleep was not good. His emotional turmoil over his feelings for his sister jumbled together into nightmarish visions. He remembered glimpses of their childhood. The look of hurt in her face the night he left home. Then they were standing in the front of a church, with thousands of people watching. Some laughing, some pointing at them, others shaking their heads in disgust. She was wearing a wedding gown and her mother was screaming at Brandon, "you bastard, get out!" Next he was back in a jungle. A pregnant Trish was there with several small children standing in the open as a firefight raged around them. He called out, but no sound came out of his mouth. He tried to run to her, but he could not move. Then she was slapping him yelling "you're sick!" Suddenly he was alone. He then saw her in the distance smiling and waving to him. But she was moving away, getting smaller and smaller until she was gone and he was alone. 

He jerked awake, covered in sweat, looked at the clock, 3 AM. The storm had passed with the thunder off in the distance. He looked down at Trish. She was sound asleep, a contented smile on her face. "God she is so beautiful" he thought. 

"I wish I knew what to do. I can't hurt her, but I can't let her go either." 

Normally he would talk to Derrick over a few beers and they would hash it out. He was like the brother he never had. But this was one topic he could not share. He would have to figure it out as he went, hoping he didn't step on a landmine in the process. He laid back down and finally fell back into restless sleep.

He heard a cheery, "Hi sleepy! I brought you some coffee, I was gonna fix you a big breakfast but we forgot to get any food yesterday." 

He opened his eyes to see Trish's radiant smile. He felt groggy from his less than restful sleep. 

"Wanna do something today?" she asked happily. 

"Yeah, sure" he croaked, then sipped some coffee. 

"Did you sleep OK? You woke me up once tossing and turning and muttering in your sleep. Bad dreams?"

He shrugged "sorta." 

He needed to pee but did not want to stand up with his morning hard on, which she was not helping by sitting next to him looking so cute. Finally he told her he need to go to the bathroom. Glancing down at his lap she giggled and headed to the living room, exaggerating the sway of her hips as she left the room. After he took care of his morning routine, he dressed and went into the kitchen to get more coffee. 

"OK, so what do you want to do today? Do you need to study? I would think you have finals sometime soon." 

She smiled "Finals are a week or so off...Why don't you show me where you work? Then we can get some groceries." 

He looked surprised, "You wanna go to the base?" 

"Sure, I am curious where my big brother works." she replied. 

A little later they were on their way. Brandon pulled up to the gate and a Marine guard came over. Brandon showed his Id. The guard looked at Trish and said 

"Miss, I need your Id." 

She leaned over and said "I'm his girlfriend." 

Brandon slowly turned his head toward her with a surprised look on his face. 

The guard replied, "That's nice Miss but I need a photo Id." 

Trish suddenly realized someone was about to find out they had the same last name, were probably related, and she had just popped off she was his girlfriend. She fumbled in her purse, and Brandon smiled realizing what she had done. He saw her driver's license and grabbed it and handed it to the guard. 

Trish's face went pale, the guard handed it back saying, "thank you Miss McCallum, have a nice day." and waved them on. 

She slumped in the seat. "Oh my God, that could have been a disaster." she sighed. 

Brandon chuckled, "Why?" 

She snapped, "You know good and well why! This could've been bad. We are brother and sister and I told him I was your girlfriend. Everyone thinks we are a couple anyway." 

Brandon looked surprised at her last comment since they had only been together for a couple of days and hadn't really seen anyone other than Derrick and Jill. He pulled into a parking area and said, 

"I don't think there is anything to worry about, we aren't related. Let's go for a walk." 

Trish stared at him like he had lost his mind, "What the hell are you talking about, you're my brother!" Then glanced around to make sure no one had heard her. 

He chuckled again, took her hand and they started off. He showed her as much of the base as he could, then they headed toward an isolated area he knew. After making sure they were alone, he began. 

"When I left home, I intended to enlist, but since I was seventeen and had not finished high school, that wasn't going to happen. I called a recruiter and he said if I had my parents' permission, I could enlist. So I was shut down again. I knew I would have to wait until I was eighteen. Since I had pretty good grades, I wasn't too worried about getting a GED. I knew your mother didn't want me back, but I wasn't sure if she would try to mess up my enlisting if she could. So, I thought I needed new papers. I met a guy, who knew a guy," He smiled at the cliché "and we talked. I liked him and sorta spilled my guts on why I needed a new identity. He told me he had left home as a teen because his old man used to beat him. Anyway, he said he liked me and would help me in exchange for some minor odds and ends work he needed done." 

Trish looked concerned, "what kinda odds and ends?" 

Brandon said "I don't think I should tell you, let's just say I am glad I didn't get caught. Anyway, he took my birth certificate and driver's license, made a few minor touch ups and, the new me was born." 

Trish was stunned, "what did he do?" 

Brandon smiled," Well, Brandon David McCallum does not exist, Brandon David McCallun does. Add a digit to my birthday changing it from four to fourteen, changing your mother's maiden name from Roberts to Robertson. Add a digit to her birthday. Change Dad's name to McCallun, and alter his birthday, change their places of birth and a new, not too easily traceable identity is born. When I enlisted, if your mother had reported me, no record of such a person enlisting or attempting to enlist exists. So as far as almost all the world knows, we are two unrelated people with very similar names." Brandon looked quite proud of his efforts, 

Trish was still stunned. "Wow, you put a lot of thought and work into that." 

He shrugged, "I had a lot of time to kill until I was eighteen. You wanna head out and grab something to eat, then we can go get some groceries if you want." 

They walked silently back to the car hand in hand. Trish was mulling over what he had just told her. 

As they drove, Brandon kept glancing at her. "You OK?" 

She nodded, still not saying anything. She was thinking that if things moved forward with her and Brandon as she was hoping they would, his attempt to prevent their mother from interfering with his Navy plans could make some things easier. They wouldn't have to be careful about letting people know their last names. Yes they still looked similar, definitely not like twins, and they would have to be careful about talking about their childhood, but she doubted Brandon ever talked about that anyway. This was looking like it could be a good thing.

They went to a little restaurant with some outdoor seating to get something to eat. Finally Trish spoke up, seeming to be back to her old self. 

"So what is you week like?" 

He told her it varied, a lot of prep and training for an upcoming deployment in a couple of months. He said they had been doing a lot of joint exercises, mainly with the British Special Forces so he was suspecting that might be a part of their next deployment. 

After they finished they headed to a grocery store. They had a good time getting supplies for them. He told her to get whatever food and snacks she liked so there would be stuff for her when she was around. She picked up some "essential" grocery items as well as items she needed to make his "Thank you" dinner, which he kept insisting she didn't need to do. 

"What's the matter, don't you think I can cook?" She grinned at him. 

He just shrugged saying "I bet it will be better than most of our MREs," and walked on. 

It took her a few seconds to realize what he had just said. She called out, "Hey!" When he turned to look at her, she stuck her tongue out at him. He smiled and continued on.

She made him pick up some wine to go with their meal. and finally they headed back. It was late afternoon when they arrived. After putting things away, she said she would fix his dinner that coming weekend. He told her he would be out on a training exercise most of the week, He would leave early Tuesday morning and be back Friday. Trish looked disappointed, 

"Oh, I was kinda hoping to come over and hang out some this week after class." 

He told her she could come over whenever she wanted. 

"But you won't be here, how could I just come over?" 

He went to a drawer and took out a key. "Here you go. Now you can come and go whenever you want."

She looked puzzled "What's this for?" 

He smiled, "It a spare key to the place. It's yours, come and go when you want. Just, no guys here with you!" 

She stammered, "I, I can't do that, I mean, what if, if YOU have someone here? That would be awkward and embarrassing." 

The thought he might have another girl here was an unpleasant idea, to say the least, for her.

He laughed, "That ain't happening" 

She frowned, "I don't know, I mean, what if your old roommate shows up?" 

He shrugged, "So?"

Looking exasperated "Well, you two, I mean you must have been... you know..." 

He smiled, "She's gone, there never really was anything there. After this amount of time, I bet she wouldn't even remember me." 

Smiling widely she replied. "Yeah right!...Well if you are sure it's OK, and I won't bother you, then, OK." 




Siblings Lives SEALed Together



She drove back to her house for the evening. Jill texted her and said Derrick had left because he had to go in early the next morning. Trish felt strange being back in her and Jill's house. It seemed so right being with Brandon, this now felt strange even though it had only been a few days. 

The girls chatted for a long while bringing each other up to date on their weekend. Obviously Derrick and Jill had hit it off very well. 

"Let me get this straight" Jill said, "He beat up four guys, rightly so, that were harassing you; you two slept in his bed, TWO nights; he washed ALL the clothes you had on; gives you a key to his place, and you two didn't fuck? No, way, in, Hell! Shit! He's a stud, he's a Navy SEAL, he's hot, he's nice, he's polite, do I need to go on? If Derrick wasn't so damn good, I'd be after him! What are you waiting for, a formal invitation for sex?" 

Trish blushed. Jill knew that despite Trish's good looks, she didn't date that much and never more than a couple of times with each guy, then it was over. She assumed she had had sex, although she had never point blank asked her. Trish said she was going slowly, as he had a live in girlfriend a while back that ended badly so she didn't want to push him. 

"Well she wasn't there this weekend and you were, go for it! It was obvious he had the hots for you from the way he was looking at you." 

Trish asked "really?" 

"Oh shit honey, I thought he would throw you down in the Bistro and do you right there!" Jill laughed. "Seriously, he is very interested, I'll get Derrick to give me the low down tomorrow."

Trish called Brandon Monday evening. They talked for a long time. He was getting his gear together as the departure time had moved up to "zero dark thirty" which she found out meant the middle of the night. He said Derrick was picking him up, so he would leave his car keys in case she would need it for some reason. He then laughingly said, "Just don't scratch it! It's still new." 

He thought they would be back Friday afternoon, and he would text her as soon as they left the base to come home. She told him she would miss him, to stay safe and that she loved him. 

She was surprised when he replied with no hesitation. "I will, I love you too, more than you know." 

When she hung up, she suddenly felt alone, and scared. What if something happened? What if he got hurt, or worse? She remembered her mother once telling Brandon during one of their "discussions" about his desire to be a SEAL: "you have no idea what it does to a family. Waiting and not knowing, waiting to see when they will come back, or IF they come back. Never knowing if the next phone call is to tell you there was an "accident." She remembered the tears running down her mother's face, "It is just as hard, if not harder on the ones waiting as it is on the guys on the team, especially when they don't come back!" Of course Brandon blew this off, but now, she was starting to understand what her mother meant. 

Jill hadn't gotten much in the way of details from Derrick since he was getting ready to leave as well. The most she got was "Yeah, he really like her a lot." 

The week seemed to drag on and on. Late Friday afternoon, she got a text from Brandon saying they were back and he would be home later. She waited at his place for a couple hours before he came back. He looked a little tired, but seemed happy to see her. She gave him a big hug and a lingering kiss on his cheek, almost on the corner of his lips. She felt him tighten his grip on her, returning her hug. He looked into her eyes and leaned down. She was sure he was going to kiss her lips, when she felt him startle, opening her eyes she saw him staring at her wide eyed like someone had shocked him. He released her, quickly pecked her on the forehead and mumbled "I, um, I'm sorry" and headed to his bathroom. She was very disappointed.

They ate the "Thank you" dinner Trish had fixed. Brandon was very complimentary saying how good it was, what a good cook she was, and how much he appreciated the meal and her effort. Trish was grateful he liked it, but thought he seemed a little distracted too. 

Since it was close to finals Trish was studying more. The weekend was quiet and strained. Brandon seemed edgy, restless, irritable, often looking like he was lost in thought. She tried to be affectionate, smiling at him, touching his arm or shoulder when she walked by, asking if he wanted something to drink or a snack, but it did nothing to change his mood. 

She thought she needed to give him space. When she said she might go back to her place to study, Brandon told her she didn't have to go, he kind of liked having her around. Later she asked if he was OK and he mumbled he had a lot on his mind, he was fine. 

Trish was confused and wasn't sure what to do. She wasn't the only one. Brandon mind was spinning like top. He wanted her, badly. But he did not want to take the risk of messing up their relationship, he couldn't stand to have her out of his life again. She was his sister, and he knew incest was wrong, often destroying those involved, but...She was all he could think about. How she looked, smelled, felt in his arms. How she seemed to light up when she smiled at him, the way she made him feel. He dreamed of what she would look like in bed, naked, beckoning to him. What it would feel like to be buried deep in her, her legs wrapped around him, moaning in pleasure. He had never felt this way about anyone. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything, even more than becoming a SEAL. But, he saw no way it could happen. What would she do if she found out how he felt? What if someone else found out? What would their friends say and do, what would their mother do? She would not accept that in any way, shape or form. He didn't want to lose her and have her leave, but he couldn't keep going like this. It seemed like a no win situation. 

Sunday evening Trish came over and sat down beside him on the couch. They sat there in silence for several long minutes before she spoke. In a quivering voice she began,

"I'm sorry for whatever I did to you. I can't stand seeing you like this, so I'm going to go." 

She started to stand as the tears ran down her cheeks. Brandon grabbed her and pulled her back down. He wrapped his arms around her as she cried. 

"Oh God Honey, it's, it's not you. It's me. I have a lot of things I need to figure out. I, I never meant to hurt you. I know I have been out of it this weekend, but it is not you! You are the best thing in my life, the best thing I have ever had in my life. Please, don't go, don't leave me, I couldn't take not having you in my life again." 

She looked up at him through puffy red eyes, sniffled and said, "Maybe if you told me what is wrong, I could help you figure it out." 

Brandon hated himself for causing her to cry. "No, I'll get this worked out soon, it is something I have to work through on my own." 

Trish wondered if all this was about them, but was not going to ask, she wasn't sure she could stand knowing. 

"I have finals this week. I am done Wednesday. What if I come over and fix us a nice dinner and we can talk. Maybe you will have figured out whatever is bothering you." 

Brando smiled "That sounds good, I'd like that." 

She got up and said she needed to get back as her first final was early in the morning. He walked with her to the door. She hesitated before reaching for the door knob. He put his arms around her, gave her a tight hug and held her for several minutes. He kissed her head and whispered, "It will be fine...I really do love you, more than you know,"

The next several days were hard on both siblings. Trish was an emotional wreck. Jill asked if she and Brandon had a fight. She would cry at night, wasn't eating and was having a hard time focusing to take her finals. Luckily her grades were good enough the score on her finals would not impact her final grades much. 

Brandon was no better, maybe worse. He got in trouble with his team leader, "McCallun, what the FUCK is wrong with you, you've had your head up your ass for days. Get you shit together, NOW!" Derrick also asked if he and Trish had a fight. He had never seen his buddy this stressed. He knew it had something to do with Trish, but couldn't get Brandon to talk, which also worried him. Brandon would go home and sit, staring at the floor, running things over and over in his mind. He had no idea what to do. There was no one he could talk to and if he could, how would he bring it up, what would he say? "Hey I need your opinion. I think I am in love with my sister and wanna fuck her. I was wondering what I need to do." Yep, that would be a great conversation. He really wanted to talk to Derrick, but how could he tell him Trish was his sister, and he was in love with her. 

During the night as he tossed and turned, he decided he would have to let her know how he felt. A lot of the missions the SEALs went on had significant risks, but the worst that could happen there was, you die. With this, the worst was, he would hurt her, make her hate him, drive her away and have it haunt him for the rest of his life. A fate worse than death. He prayed he wasn't going to make that mistake.

Trish's last final was over early Wednesday. All things considered, she thought she had done pretty well. She had a lot of time to kill before she was going over to Brandon's to cook dinner, and hopefully get things straightened out. 

She had been curious for some time about the Navy SEALs and now that she was here, hopefully with Brandon, she thought she would try to find out a little more. She watched a couple of documentaries on the Navy SEALs and has stunned. The first followed a bunch of candidates through the first phase of BUD/S training. She knew the training was hard, but what they were showing was insane. She could not believe anyone could or would endure such punishment. And that was just the physical conditioning! She discovered how long it took to complete SEAL training, months and months beyond the BUD/S class. She watched one that dealt with missions that the SEALs had done over the years, weapons and tactics they used, how they worked under water, jumped out of planes and worked anywhere from jungles to the artic, deserts to cities. She was in awe of all that they did, the inherent danger every time they were sent out, the respect they had from others in the military and around the world. But she was having a hard time meshing the image she was getting of a SEAL from the shows, with that of the brother she knew and loved. It didn't seem that the two could co-exist in one person. She then thought of the pictures of him in the spare bedroom and the look in his eyes. She thought, maybe they do.

As evening approached Trish was getting excited and a little apprehensive. Had he missed her, did he have the same feelings toward her that she had for him? If so, why didn't he let her know? She had to know how he felt and where they stood. Was there any more to their relationship than a close brother and sister? Could she accept it if that was all? She was frustrated, confused and nervous but she had to know. She had decided to take Jill's advice and "go for it." She fixed a nice but simple dinner while she waited for him to call. 

About 6:30 her phone rang, it was Brandon. "Hey I am getting ready to leave, I'll be there in a bit. Do you need anything?" 

He sounded tired. She thought, "Yeah, I need you." but said "No, I have dinner ready. I thought we might watch some TV. Maybe there is a movie on we can watch." 

She had several things she wanted to ask him before she tried to get into their relationship. She wasn't sure how she was going to work into that, but figured she would just see what happens. 

She had put on just a little make up and dabbed on some perfume. She dressed in a pair of short tight shorts and a small, crop top with spaghetti straps that left her stomach bare. She wanted to look good for him, but not too over the top, just in case she was wrong. 

After what seemed to be an agonizingly long wait, she heard the key in the door and there he was. She wasn't sure what she was going to do when she saw him, but she ran to him, flung her arms around his neck and kissed his cheeks saying how much she missed him. Brandon looked very tired, but appreciatively looked her over, 

"I missed you too, I'm sorry I didn't call, I figured you were studying." He went and changed into a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. They ate dinner making idle chit chat.

They finished and went in and sat on the couch watching TV and talking. Trish told him about her finals. Brandon said he had a tough few days and was glad it was done. Trish nervously asked if she could ask him something. 

"You don't have to answer, if you don't want to, I'll understand." 

"No it fine, ask away." he said, still watching the TV. He was afraid she was going to ask him about what was bothering him. He still wasn't sure what he would tell her if she asked.

She started "Well, I wanted to know more about what you do, what it took to get you to where you are now, what kind of things you do when they send you places. So I watched some shows and ..." 

Brandon cut her off, "Those are movies made by people that don't have any idea what we do. It is just to make money. It is a farce." 

Trish jumped in, "No, they were documentaries! I knew a movie would be BS. They showed what BUD/S training was like and followed a group through it, what kind of things SEALs do, stuff like that. I was really impressed my big brother did all that! But, I do have a question, and, I won't be mad if you don't want to answer, and I don't want you to get mad at me for asking" 

Brandon nodded. 

"Well you have been in combat, right?" 

He nodded again, expecting the "weren't you scared" question. That's not what he got. 

Putting her head down, somewhat afraid or the response she'd get,

"Well, have you, ever had to, shoot someone, I mean, have you had to kill somebody?" 

Brandon was stunned, definitely not what he was expecting. 

"Why do you want to know that? I mean, would it matter, would it make any difference? Would you think I'm a bad guy..." 

She interrupted him, "NO! Nothing like that. I just got thinking about what you have to do and ... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." She hung her head feeling bad that she had even thought of such a thing. Brandon put his arm around her, 

"Hey, It's OK, you can ask me anything. It's just, I try real hard to keep that at work and not let it affect me at home as much as possible. Even more so now with you here. What we do, where we go, I try to leave at the base and not dwell on it. I can't discuss much of what we have done anyway. What I do when we are on a mission, I do because that is what I was trained for, what I am good at, and because it is my job, my duty. When I come home, I try to not be Petty Office McCallun the Navy SEAL, but Brandon, a relatively normal guy. I'm not mad or upset at you." 

There was silence for a minute. Trish glanced up at Brandon and saw him with his head back on the couch, staring at the ceiling in thought. 

Finally he softly said "The answer to your question is yes" 

Without thinking she asked, "more than one?" 

He closed his eyes, let out a deep sigh and again softly said "yes". 

She got up on her knees beside him and hugged him tightly and kissed him on the cheek. After a few minutes, she let him go, stood up and asked him if he wanted more to drink. She brought him a soda, sat down, 

"I think I'm going to change the subject. I have something else I'd like to ask you." 

Brando gave her his lopsided smile and asked "what's with the Spanish Inquisition?" 

She ignored him, took a sip of soda, a deep breath, 

"What happened with you and Bree?" 

He was surprised again. He wasn't sure what he expected when he came home that night, but so far, this was not it.

"I don't know. I don't even know, really, how we got together. I met her at a bar, and we had a good time, she was nice, pretty, and personable. We went out a couple of times and next thing I know, she's living here." 

Trish looked at him curiously "Didn't you want her to live here?" 

He shrugged, "I guess, yes, maybe...I don't know. It was nice to have someone here to come home to, but..." 

"But what?" she prodded him. 

"I just, I don't know, it's hard to describe. It just didn't feel right. I mean, we got along well, but something just wasn't there." 

"So what happened?" she asked. 

"Well she'd get real upset when I would be gone on training ops or deployed. I tried to tell her that was part of the job, I would be gone, sometimes a few days, sometimes months. She said she understood, but she'd still get mad. Anyway, when we deployed last time she was NOT happy and we had a big fight before I left. When she found out I got wounded, I guess that was the last straw. I came back and there was the note that she was gone and would come back for whatever little she had left."

Trish's eyes grew wide and her moth fell open when Brandon casually mentioned he had been wounded. 

"WOUNDED! You were WOUNDED!? When, Where, Did they tell Mom?" 

Brandon saw her look and tried to settle her down. 

"It was not that big of a deal, it was, pretty minor. I had to be confined to base for a week to make sure there was no infection and things healed OK and then I was released back to my team." 

"Well aren't they supposed to tell someone when you get wounded, didn't they tell Mom?" 

He chucked and said, "Your mother is not my emergency notification. She's not MY Mom. I told them not to call since it was not too big of a deal. I didn't want someone to get upset." 

"Who? Who would they have called if it was worse? Bree?" She asked, still upset. 

He looked sheepishly at the floor, and quietly said, "You. You're my emergency notification, and beneficiary. Have been since the day I enlisted." 

Trish stammered, "M, Me?" 

"Sure, why not. You are the only person I've ever really care about." he replied. 

"Well what did Bree think about that?" 

"I never told her. Like I said, it was nice having her around, sort of, but something wasn't there. So I didn't see any reason to change things."

Trish was on her knees on the couch beside him during this portion of the conversation. She thought for a second and said "can I see it?" 

"See what?" 

"Where you got wounded." 

He rolled his eyes, "you can't really see anything. It was a bullet fragment that went in behind my ear and came out on the other side. Actually I was pretty lucky, it could have been bad." 

"Let me see" she said as she grabbed for his head. 

"NO!" and grabbed her. 

She started wiggling to get away, so he started tickling her to get her to let go and stop. They hadn't done this in years and he was surprised at how quick and strong she was. She had climbed up him to get an angle to see behind his ear. They were both laughing as they wrestled around. 

After a few minutes Brandon suddenly stopped moving. 

Trish was momentarily elated that she had subdued her big brother the Navy SEAL. 

Then she felt it, hot moist breath on her right nipple. Her right breast was smashed into Brandon's face and her nipple was in his open mouth. His right hand was on her left butt cheek and his left hand on her upper inner thigh. Neither moved for several seconds. 

Slowly, she slid down and toward his lap, her legs straddling his. He did not move his hands, but followed her down. She saw his eyes were wide open and he was breathing deeply. Her eyes were wide and locked onto his as she continued down. Suddenly they both took in a gasp of air as her crotch made contact with his now rock hard erection. 

As he stared into her big beautiful brown eyes, it hit him. It didn't matter that she was his sister, he loved her and he wanted her, NOW. He swallowed the growing lump in his throat as her tongue flicked around her lips. He slowly leaned in. She closed her eyes as their lips touched. He had kissed his share of girls in his life but he could not remember any having lips as soft, warm, inviting and electric as hers. Simultaneously they slowly opened their mouths and their tongues tentatively touched. After a few seconds, Trish pulled back slightly. She blinked several times as she breathed deeply through her mouth. "Wow!" was all she said. 




Siblings Lives SEALed Together



They returned to the kiss. Much more passionate and urgent this time. Brandon moved one hand up her back as he massaged her ass cheek with the other. Trish was pressing herself into him as if she was trying to crawl into his body. She became aware that her hips were rocking against his hard cock. Her panties were becoming wet and she was afraid her shorts would also begin to get wet soon from her arousal. She had never felt this aroused in her life, she felt like she was on fire. 

Brandon could feel her starting to rub herself against his aching cock. He had her top pushed up under her arms. They broke their kiss, both gasping for air. Brandon looked down at her breasts. He thought he had died and gone to heaven. Starring at her chest he stammered, "They're, you're, perfect!" They were, to Brandon, the quintessential perfect breasts. Perfect shape, perfect size, perfect pink areola and small pink nipples, upturned toward him; hard, rubbery and oh so tempting. Her skin was flawless, with a faint reddish flush beginning to spread across her chest and neck from her excitement. He had to taste. 

He leaned down and ever so gently flicked his tongue under her nipple. He was rewarded with a gasp and a shuddering moan "Ohhh." He then put his mouth over her nipple and gently sucked. She grasped his head to hold him in place. Her hips were now furiously thrusting against him and he was thrusting back toward her. She moaned,

"Oh god, Brandon...that feels sooo goood. Don't stop." 

Just then, she heard a beep, beep, beep, beep. Panting, she asked Brandon what it was. Brandon was lost in his own world that only contained him and Trish. "Mmmhmmh" was the reply she got as he had a mouth full of her breast. The beeping continued and she reluctantly pushed him back from her breast. 

"What is that?" she asked as she tried to catch her breath. 

Brandon slowly returned to reality. "Um, it's a, a, my, um, alert pager." About that time, Brandon's phone went off. It was Derrick. Trish could only hear Brandon's side of the conversation, but she got the gist. He was still panting when he answered. 

"Hey... No, um, a, we, were a, a, just, um, sittin' here, and a, talking...No smartass... Ok, 30 minutes? OK... What? Ok I'll tell her. Later." 

He slumped back on the couch. Trish still straddling him. He could still feel the heat radiating from between her legs. "I have to go, the called an alert. He will swing by in about half an hour to pick me up. He said Jill will call you later."

She was staring at him, trying to get a handle on what had just happened. He looked deep into her big brown eyes, her pupils dilated from her arousal. God he was in love with this amazing woman. He leaned in and they kissed again. 

In what seemed like only a few seconds, they heard the doorbell ring. Brandon got up a little shaky and panting to catch his breath, opened the door to see Derrick standing there. He looked at Brandon, then at Trish. He got a big smile on his face, 

"Talkin' ya say? That must be one hellava conversation!" Looking at Trish and grinning, he said, 

"Sorry, but we gotta get, Jill said she'd call you in a bit." Looking at Brandon, he smirked, 

"Come on Buddy I think I need to re-hydrate you on the way to the base." 

Brandon turned and gave Trish a quick kiss and said he would let her know what was up as soon as he could. They turned and stepped out of the door. Brandon turned again and said, "I love you, you know that don't you?" She smiled and nodded.

Jill called about an hour later. "Well it sounds like you two kissed and made up, or should I say, made out?" 

Trish giggled and said, "Well I think we still have a few things to work out, but it looks like things are going better." 

"I would say so, I think the term Derrick used was, Coitus interruptus!" 

Trish blushed and said "I didn't get THAT far." Jill laughed, 

"Derrick said you two looked pretty, ah, excited, when he got there. He said if he would have been two minutes later..." She laughed picturing Trish turning three shades of red. "Well anyway, did Brandon let you know what was up?" 

"No, did Derrick tell you anything, Else?" 

"No, I haven't heard from him since just after they got to the base, they were still waiting on a couple of guys to report in. I guess we just have to wait"

The girls checked with each other several times a day over the next several days to see if either had heard anything. They would watch movies at night keeping each other company and trying to calm the growing anxiety each was feeling. Three days stretched to five, still no word. 

Trish remembered she hadn't talked to her mother in a few weeks. She had called and left Trish a voice message before finals and Trish had forgot to call her with all that was going on. She knew her mother was going to expect her to come home for a while. She had to be careful not to let her know something was up. She wasn't sure she could pull it off. She called and after the usual updates, her Mom asked, 

"Aren't you done with finals?" Trish knew this was going to get tricky. 

"Yes they just finished, I think I did pretty good." Her Mom then asked if she was coming home soon. 

"Well, I am looking for a job here," Not exactly a lie, but she wasn't looking very hard. "and I'm working on some things, with Jill." She hated involving Jill, but figured this might satisfy her Mom. 

"Oh, what kind of things?" Her mother asked.

"Ah, well, she just has some things, she wants some help with." Trish replied, realizing that this was not going like she hoped.

After a pause, her mother said, "You have a boyfriend there don't you?" 

Trish, thinking fast said" Well I have gone out a couple of times with this guy, but Jill is getting serious with one guy and she wants me to be here so she can talk." 

Another pause and then her Mom said, not sounding too convinced, 

"Well, OK, but are you going to come and visit soon?" 

Trish breathed a sigh of relief and promised she would come back soon. As soon as she hung up, she called Jill to tell her what she had told her mother so she could play along if her Mom called Jill. 

"So any news?" Trish asked. 

"Nothing, I am worried something wrong. Derrick said even on training ops, they usually got time to call home. I'm worried they are out somewhere on a real mission. They are scheduled to deploy in a couple of months so something must have come up. Have you heard anything on the news?" 

Trish said no and they tried to reassure each other. Trish was realizing what her Mother must have gone through years ago with their Dad.

The days drug on. Finally after nine days she got a text from Brandon "back, home late. Luv u, B" 

A few minutes later she got a call from an excited Jill. They chatted and tried to come up with some plans of things to do. Jill said she had immediate plans for Derrick as soon as he walks through the door, so don't call for forty eight hours or so. Trish cracked up laughing. 

"Is that ALL you two do?" 

"Well if you two would quit talking and having 'conversations' you might get a little too!" Jill shot back. 

"You are so bad" Trish laughed. 

"That's not what Derrick says! I have to go get ready! I'll talk to you later." 

Trish tried to wait calmly, but she kept glancing at the clock every few minutes. The day seemed to go on for weeks. It was dark before she got another text from Brandon, "on way" She knew he didn't text much, but these were short even for him. Eventually she heard the door open. She started to run to him to hug him, but stopped in her tracks when she saw him. He looked awful! Dark circles under his eyes that looked dull. Scratches, bruises and cuts were visible on his arms, face and neck. He moved slowly and stiffly as he set his things down. 

She went to him and hugged him, he winced in pain as she obviously hit a sore spot. Shortly her phone pinged an incoming text. Brandon mumbled he just wanted to grab a couple beers, a hot shower and hit the rack. 

Trish saw her text from Jill, "OMG!! looks like SHIT, how's B?" 

Trish quickly replied "same, talk later" 

Brando was sitting at the table with two beers. He drained the first in a couple gulps. 

Trish asked if she could get him something to eat or anything else. He looked at her, smiled for a second and said no, he was going to take a hot shower and go to bed. 

"Hey, why don't you let me give you a massage after your shower? I can rub Aloe into your cuts and bruises and that might help them heal and you relax." 

She thought he was going to say no, but to her surprise, he said, 

"OK, that sounds nice, I am really sore all over." 

He finished his beer and headed for the shower while Trish got the aloe, a towel and changed clothes. She thought about putting on shorts, but didn't want to get aloe all over them, plus rubbing herself over him with little on was too enticing an idea. She slipped on a tee shirts and left on her panties. 

He came out with his boxers on. Trish was shocked to see the rest of his body was not in much better shape than what she had seen when he walked in. Scrapes, cuts and bruises seemed to cover most of his body.

Trish said 'No, those have to go, this is a massage and you cover up with a towel for a massage." 

Again, she thought he would object, but he just shrugged, went into the bathroom, and came back out with a towel wrapped around his waist. 

He gently lay face down on the bed and asked if he was in the right spot for her. She said sure, not really knowing what the right spot was supposed to be since she did not really have any idea on how to give a "real" massage. 

She gently crawled over his legs and settled down straddling his upper thighs. She warmed a glob of aloe in her hand and then started to gently rub it into his skin. She could feel his muscles knotted up and felt him flinch when she hit a particularly sore spot. She slowly worked up his back, onto his shoulders and then down his arms making sure she did not press too hard on his cuts, scrapes and bruises. 

He seemed to be starting to relax. She slowly reversed her travels, applying more aloe as she went. Back up his arms on to his shoulders and neck. She heard a few appreciative low moans as Brandon relaxed. Trish was stretching herself out to reach his neck and her torso began rubbing his back. This prompted a sighing, "Mmmm" from him and caused Trish's nipples to harden. The rocking motion she was doing as she rubbed up and down his body was pressing her mound into his muscular butt, causing her ever increasing pleasure. 

She scooted down so she could work his strong legs. Again getting a "mmmm" from Brandon and deeper breathing from Trish. By the time she finished his legs, he was breathing slowly and deeply. She was pretty sure he was asleep, but went ahead and went back to work on his back. 

She was getting more aroused by the minute. Rubbing his strong body with her hands, her nipples rubbing against his back as she leaned and stretched over him was having its effect on her. She decided to straddle one thigh with her legs which provided more contact between her crotch and his muscular thigh. Her panties were getting wetter and wetter as she worked on his back. She shucked off her tee shirt to get more contact with his skin. Soon her hips were rapidly sliding back and forth on his thigh leaving a wet track from her crotch on the back of his thigh. 

She had stopped any pretense of a massage at this point. She had undone his towel and was just rubbing herself over him. She was panting as she reached down and slid her panties down and tossed them on the floor near her tee shirt. She began moaning louder and louder, not caring that she might awaken Brandon. She slipped a hand down and quickly rubbed her clit. After only a few minutes she shuddered, gasped "Oooohhhh" and collapsed onto his back.

The next morning Brandon awoke laying on his back. Trish had a leg draped over his thigh resting it between his legs. One of her breasts was against his chest. She was propped up on one arm while she traced out little patterns with her finger tip on his chest with the other. She was smiling at him. 

"Morning, how you feeling today?" she beamed at him. 

He smiled at her for a few seconds before he realized he was naked and she was too. He jumped and started to scoot out of the bed. Trish was ready and climbed on top of him 

"STOP!" She was no longer smiling. 

He looked at her wide eyed and opened his mouth to speak. She calmly put her finger over his lips and said "Hush. We need to talk." She paused for a second, then continued. 

"We have been dancing around this for several weeks and we need to get it out in the open and figure out what "we" are and where "we" are going. I can't keep going on like we have been. I need answers from you. So, I will ask a question and you WILL answer. I know you have had a stressful couple of weeks, so I will make it simple. Yes or No answers. If I want a further explanation, I will ask you for it. Otherwise Yes or No, Got it?" 

She let up with her finger and Brandon started, "But..."

She put her finger back and pushed down a little harder and said "You didn't listen, I said YES or NO, I will ask for any additional details I may want. Understand?" 

She again pulled her finger back slightly, and Brandon again started, "I..." 

Frowning, eyes glaring, she rather forcefully pushed her finger back on his lips. "Listen up sailor boy, this is how this is going to happen, I ask, you respond either yes or no. GOT IT?" 

Brandon was taken aback. He had never seen this from his little sister before. With wide eyes he slowly nodded yes. 

"Good" She smiled and she pulled her finger back. 

"We are going to start easy and like a game show the questions get progressively harder and the stakes get higher as we go. Ready?" 

Brandon was sure he was NOT ready, but dumbly nodded yes. 

"OK, first question. Do you love me, as a sister?" 

Looking a little confused, he said "yes." 

She smiled sweetly, "See, that wasn't so hard. Next one. Do you want me around, to stay in your life?" 

Again he said "yes." 

"That's nice... So, do you love me as, more than a sister, maybeee like a girlfriend or a lover?" 

She stared into his eyes. Brandon stated to speak, "You're..." 

She quickly smacked her finger down on his lips and hissed, "YES or NO!" 

He closed his eyes and swallowed. This was it, he had told himself he would have to tell her how he felt and he had no option at this point. He opened his eyes to an expressionless Trish staring at him. 

He couldn't tell she was starting to panic, thinking she had been wrong about how he felt about her. Taking a breath in, he quietly replied, 

"Yes." 

Her expression did not change, but in her mind she let out a huge sigh of relief, but, she realized she need some more answers and had to get Brandon to admit all of his feelings. 

"Do you want to make love to me?" 

He yet again started to say something and she hammered her finger on his lips with each word she spoke 

"I, said, YES, or, NO, no explanations, unless, I ask. GOT, IT!" 

He meekly nodded. 

"Good! So, the question was and still is, do you want to make love to me?" 

Looking like he had just been condemned to death, he closed his eyes. She could see him arguing with himself as he had done the week before he left on his alert. It pained her to see him tortured like this, but she had to press the issue. She had to know.

After a minute, his face calmed, he opened his eyes, looked directly into hers and said, "Yes." 

Her expression was still neutral as she said, 

"OK, explanation time. Why didn't you tell me?" 

Brandon slowly said, "I was afraid, afraid it would freak you out and destroy our relationship. I couldn't risk that." 

He paused and started to speak again, but Trish put her finger over his lips again. "Explanation over, Yes or no again. Does it matter, really matter to you that we are brother and sister?" 

He looked as if he was going to say yes, but stopped. He paused as if in deep thought and then like a revelation had come to him, smiled, looked at her and said, "No, No it doesn't." 

She gave him a small smile and asked, "Did you just figure that out?" 

He sighed and nodded. 

"So, to make sure we are on the same page; you are completely OK with the idea, thought, reality of us being more than brother and sister. You are OK with us going forward as a couple, as lovers." 

He again nodded yes. 

She smiled, "OK, anything you want to say at this point?" He cleared his throat, 

"I love you, I always have, and somewhere along the line it grew to be more than the love a brother has for his sister. That scared me because I didn't want to hurt you... I'm still a little scared going forward, but it is because I realize how much I love you and I don't want that to change. I know it won't always be fun and games, that there will be bumps in the road, but I never want you to regret loving me. I know I will never regret or stop loving you...Oh, and if we ever, someday, have kids, they don't stand a chance in Hell of putting something past you. I bet the CIA would hire you in a heartbeat to do interrogations!" 

Trish started laughing, "Oh you think so? Kids hmm? That's a pretty big jump from, won't stay in bed with me to having kids with me in less than 30 minutes! You know the only way that is going to happen don't you?" 

He looked a little puzzled and uncertain as he shook his head no. 

She smiled and leaned down to his ear and whispered, "You're going to have to make love to me. Think you're up for it!"

Eyes gleaming he quickly said "Oh YEAH!" and kissed her. 

He had temporarily forgot they were both naked during the grilling he had just received, but as their kiss deepened he took notice. Her nipples hardened and pressed into his chest, her smooth, warm body lying on him caused his cock to begin to harden. He could feel the heat starting to radiate from between her legs. 

They rolled to lay side by side. Their hands exploring as their tongues worked against the other. Brandon began kissing her neck and clavicles as he cupped her perfect breasts. He gently pinched her hard nipples eliciting soft moans from her. As he moved down onto her breasts, he moved a hand down to her mound. She had a small trimmed strip of fine, soft hair that he gently ran his fingers over, causing her to shudder. He began to gently suck her nipples, first one, then the other, then back. She put her hands behind his head and gently guided him, sighing, "Oh yes, that feels sooo goood" He moved his hand down and cupped her swollen labia. He could feel the heat, and dampness. Her legs began to tremble. He moved down, lightly kissing her stomach and gently tonguing her belly button causing her to giggle. She spread her legs slightly as he began running a finger up and down between her swollen lips. 

As he moved to lay between her legs, he heard her breathlessly whisper, "Ohhhh, Braandooon." He slowly and gently pushed her thighs apart as he slowly stroked up and down her legs. She had little twitches in her muscles as he stroked and parted her thighs. Slowly, the object of his desire opened before him. His eyes widened at the sight. Reverently he whispered "Oh my God, Trish you're, you're, so, so, perfect! So incredibly beautiful!" 

Her fine hair crowned her lips which had parted revealing the pink moist petals of flesh that guarded the entrance to her vagina. They had opened slightly in her excitement and he could see a fine sheen of moisture from her juices. He leaned in and inhaled deeply. While he had gotten a faint whiff when they had made out on the couch a couple of weeks ago, he was now rewarded with her full scent. Of the girls he had been with before, he had never experienced any that smelled so good, so erotic, so enticing. It was also triggering a deep desire to take her, claim her as his. 




Siblings Meet



I could not believe my luck. After 20 yrs of searching and being let down I had finally located my sister who I was separated from for 20 yrs. When I was 7 years old our parents had enough and decided to put me up for adoption. Both Tammy and I were devastated! We were very close as kids (how close I would find out later) as we were abused by our parents. We did everything together and since it was only one and a half yr difference between us we were like best friends. I guess throughout the years I forgot a lot of things but my sister was about to remind me. 

Tammy and I talked everyday on the phone for hours as I had moved out to B.C. While she was still in Ontario. During these conversations we got to know each other again and we were both ecstatic that the bond we had as kids was still there now that we were adults. I guess that is what made Tammy decide to bring up our relationship as kids to me. Tammy began asking me if I remembered fooling around as kids when our parents were out. 

I had no memories of this but Tammy took it upon herself to explain to me how she use to play with my cock and stick it in her mouth and how I use to use my fingers on her young pussy which eventually led to me eating her out at times. I was floored but also turned on by her explaining all this to me. Then she hit me with the shocker that turned both our lives around. She told me that she loved me more then society accepts from a brother and sister. Well after the shock wore off I began to think of what it would be like to have my cock sucked by my sis and began getting turned on. I told her that I had feelings for her also but did not know what we were going to do. 

We decided that when I came out to visit her in 2 weeks we would be able to tell if it was going to happen when we first looked into each others eyes but for now we would go with the flow. The flow ended up being 2 weeks of phone sex and masturbating for each other over the phone. She would place the phone down by her pussy while she thrust her finger deep inside her and rubbed her clit. Hearing the wet sounds of her pussy usually brought me over the edge and I would shoot my cum all over my hand and let her hear me lick it off. After 2 weeks of this and writing horny letters back and forth I could not wait to step off the plane.

The night finally came and I landed in Toronto around 11:30pm. As soon as I saw Tammy I knew I had found my mate even if it was my sister! We greeted each other like long lost friends but we hugged each other like the lovers we were soon to be. We were both a little apprehensive for the first couple of hours but once we arrived to her home all the shyness subsided. Tammy led me to my room and helped me settle in. We looked into each others eyes and saw that the time had come for us to act on our hearts. We kissed as only lovers do as our tongues danced inside each others mouths and our hands began to roam each others bodies. 

I slowly began running my hands up to my sister's breasts squeezing them and feeling her nipples begin to harden under my touch cause myself to begin to harden. We slowly began undressing each other and as each new piece of skin was exposed it was soon covered by either the others mouth or hand. We were both just down to our underclothes and just stood there taking our time admiring each other in our near nakedness. To try and hide how excited I was would have been a lost cause because of the tent that was now in my shorts. I slowly approached Tammy and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. I slowly peeled it off her shoulders allowing her 38c breasts to be free of the constrictions as I laid her down on the bed. I then began kissing and nibbling her neck, making way down to her soft breasts. 

Taking my lips I slowly grasped first one nipple then the other, giving each one a light tug on them with my teeth. A gasp escaped from her lips and her nipples hardened like rocks. After 10 minutes of making love to my sister's breasts my mouth began down to the hidden treasure that lay between Tammy's legs. The crotch of my sister's panties were already moist when my mouth finally reached there so I buried my nose deep into her sex and inhaled deeply. My tongue then made it the outside elastic band in the leg hole of her panties. I slowly began licking her here, my tongue probing deeper with every stroke. 

Tammy began moving her hips in ways to try and have my tongue make contact with her hot pussy but to no avail. After a few more minutes of teasing my sister I finally hooked my fingers into her panties and slowly lowered them. After 20 yrs I got my first glimpse of my sisters pussy but this time it was surrounded by hair. I began licking the length of each swollen pussy lip and Tammy continued trying to move her hips to make my tongue come into contact with her swollen clit. Unable to hold off any longer I used my fingers to spread her pussy lips apart and attacked her clit with my tongue. As my tongue flicked her clit I slowly inserted two fingers into her wet pussy. Soon I found out my sister was multi orgasmic as my face and hand were covered in her juices.

When Tammy's breathing returned to normal she had me lie on my back in order to repay the favor. She began running her tongue up and down the length of through my shorts and was surprised at the size her brother had achieved. Suddenly Tammy yanked my shorts down and allowed my cock to spring free. Wrapping her hands around my cock, Tammy began slowly jerking me off causing a drop of pre-cum to escape the head. Tammy then lowered her mouth over my cock and began licking my mushroom head, tasting her brother. 

Unfortunately I am bigger then her mouth could handle but she began giving me the best head I had had. As she continued to suck my cock she began using one hand to jerk me off also sending shivers of pleasures up and down my spine. Not wanting to shoot off in her mouth I pulled my sister up and we again locked in a deep kiss before rolling her over and suspending myself above her. I began rubbing the head of my cock up and down her slit getting it covered in her juices before positioning myself at her entrance and looking into her eyes. Her eyes told me everything as I lowered myself into her waiting pussy. The feeling of her hot pussy wrapped around my cock almost caused me to cum right there but I was unable to hold off and stay embedded deep in her. 

Once comfortable my sister looked up at me and said "make love to me Tommy......fuck me hard and deep". I began thrusting myself into my sister's hot cunt and before long she began thrusting back and grinding into me. As the tension in my balls mounted I began fucking Tammy for all it was worth as she wrapped her legs around my waist pulling my deeper into her. Suddenly Tammy stiffened and began yelling "yes Thom, fuck me.....I'm going to cum....fuck me" as I felt her hot juices flood her pussy. As her pussy walls constricted on my cock I felt the first shot travel from my balls up my cock as I buried my cock deep in her and let it fly. I do not think I have ever cum as much as I did that night and probably never will. I collapsed on top of Tammy and stayed there until we both caught our breath. Our lips locked in a passionate kiss as we both said "I LOVE YOU".

I stayed with Tammy for 6 days on that visit and we made love at least 20 times then. After returning home I decided I had to be with my sister so I moved back to Ontario and we have been living as a couple ever since. During the last 3 years Tammy and I have explored a couple different avenues of sex and are now hoping to find another active incest couple for fun times in and out of the bed. 

Feel free to contact us if this is a possibility... Hope everyone enjoyed the story and hopefully we can add some more soon...until then take care and be safe :)



Sibling's Secret Game Pt. 01



"Welcome to New York!"

I picked my sister up and twirled her around in a big bear hug.

"Alright, alright, put me down!" My sister, Mindy giggled as she kicked her legs.

It was June in New York City, and my 19 year old sister was done school for the semester. Instead of having her laze about the house all summer, my parents sent her to New York to get a taste of the big city. 

I didn't mind, me and my sister had always got a long, and I was only taking one class at NYU all summer so it would be nice to have some company around the house. 

I looked at my sister as she walked past me into the apartment, she had really grown up over the past year. She was about 5'5, straight brown hair and deep blue eyes. She had perky C cup breasts (which she didn't mind showing off, I might add) and a perfect round ass. 

"What's for dinner Andy? I'm starving!"

"Well, why don't we go out and grab a drink and some food at a pub, I don't really have much food in here," I responded. 

"You live like such a boy, you really need a girlfriend. Maybe it'll be a good thing I will be around all summer, I can be your live in cook!" Mindy said, playfully punching me. 

"Maybe, but I remember the last time you made me anything I couldn't stop throwing up for days," I retorted. 

We headed out to dinner where we caught up on the past year and continued to throw back drinks. By the time we got up and paid the bill we were both pretty tipsy. 

As we were wandering back to the apartment, I turned to Mindy and asked: "Remember that game we used to play? The vampire one?"

I'm not sure why I brought the Vampire game up, it was a pretty silly one that just the two of us used to play. In hindsight, the premise was pretty thinly veiled - but one of us would pretend to be asleep, while the other would play the "vampire". 

The vampire would sneak into the room and slowly nibble on the neck or ear of the other person. There was occasionally some groping and touching, but we were both too young to really know what we were doing. I remember one time I was able to steal a kiss and faintly remember her slipping her tongue into my mouth. Eventually the other person would wake up and try to fight the vampire off, if the vampire bit you - you lost!

"I do recall that game, and if I remember correctly I usually came out on top!" Mindy replied. 

"Not a chance! Once I was on top, there was no way you could get out from underneath me," I exclaimed. 

"Well, I am a better being on top now," she said with a slight wink at me.

Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but I couldn't help sense a hit of seduction in her tone. 

"Maybe we will have to have an updated match... see who comes on top this time," I hinted, suggestively.

"You're on big brother!" Mindy said, and started running home.

We burst into the apartment, and she went straight for the bed - jumping in, and crawling under the covers.

"You're vampire first!" She yelled out to me.

I walked into the room and turned off the light, advancing towards the bed. I wasn't sure where this was going, but I think I was too drunk to care.

I slowly crawled into bed and ducked under the covers, making my towards my sisters head. I paused at her stomach; she was wearing denim shorts and a white tank top that stopped just short of her bellybutton. I gave her belly button a little kiss, just letting her know I was there and I could feel her breathing become deeper. I continued moving my way up her torso, stopping to admire her wonderful breasts before I nuzzled into her neck. 

Her scent was overpowering, I leaned in and kissed her neck gently. I licked up the side of her neck, and began nibbling on her earlobe.

I could feel her beginning to stir, and I knew I was about to "wake her up". I decided to attempt a bold move, and leaned in towards my sister to plant a kiss on her lips. As I landed my kiss, I felt her stir and open her eyes:

"Ahhhhhh!! A vampire!" she screamed.

I felt her try to get up, but I was too quick - I pinned her arms down and was towering over her. She started trashing her head about, but I quickly nuzzled into the side of her neck and playfully bit her neck.

"Gotcha! I win!" I jumped out of bed and struck a pose. 

"Alright, alright, but I am going to get you this time," Mindy exclaimed, as I crawled into bed. 

I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, I could feel my sister crawling up the bed and could feel her breasts slide across my stomach as she worked her way up my chest.

I could feel her hot breath on my neck, almost as if she was lingering and teasing me. I suddenly felt a light kiss along the side of my neck, followed by a quick nibble. I could feel my sister's body lay on top of me and could feel her hot breath begin to move over my mouth. I suddenly felt her warm, hot lips over my mouth - she gave me a light peck and pulled back. Noticing that I didn't react, she went in for another, this time biting on my lower lip.

It was involuntary, but I let out a little moan. My sister seemed to like the encouragement and slipped her tongue into my mouth. I suddenly began kissing her back with nor regard for the game anymore. I felt her push in towards me, kissing me a little bit harder. 

I lowered my hands slowly down my sister's back, lingering along the arch of her back before sliding down and placing them square on her perfect ass. I gave a little squeeze and felt her thrust her hips in towards me. I couldn't believe what was happening, I didn't remember the game ever being like this! 

Suddenly, without warning my sister pulled away. I didn't want this part of the game to stop so I pretended to still be sleeping. I felt my sister nuzzle into my neck again, and slowly she began making her way down. She kissed my chest, and lifted my shirt up - kissing my stomach. I had my eyes closed still, but could feel her kissing just above my waist. Suddenly she began tugging down on my shorts and boxers, and I could feel her licking my lower abs and she worked my underwear off of me.

As she was doing so, my now raging erection sprang to life, hitting her in the face! I could hear her giggle as it did.. Even her laugh was cute. 

I could feel my sister's hot breath on my raging cock and without warning I suddenly felt a warm tongue lick the underside of my cock. I couldn't believe it! My sister was sucking my cock! I kept my eyes closed, not wanting this to end. 

She licked up and down my shaft, paying special attention to the head of my cock. As she was bobbing her head back and forth on my member, I felt her reach down and start massaging my balls. I was in heaven, I couldn't believe what a good cocksucker my sister was! 

I couldn't take too much more, and I could feel my orgasm building. I think my sister could too, because she increased her pace. When I couldn't take it anymore I let out a loud groan, my sister continued sucking and I could feel load after load hit the back of her throat. 

I was spent, I couldn't believe what just happened - I finally dared to open my eyes to look down, and there my sister was, giving my cock one final look.

She looked up at me with a smile, and simply said: "I win."

- Stay tuned for part 2.



Siblings Teach Sarah Ch. 01



This is a long and very detailed story about a young girl who learns about sex from her older siblings. It is purely fictional. There are too many unrealistic stories here about siblings just jumping into the sack together without so much as a second thought. I have siblings, and incest is so taboo in real life I think it would take pretty powerful conditions and the right timing to happen for real. I wanted to write a plausible story, so it needed some setting up. If you want to skip straight to the sex, go to Chapter 2. But I promise, if you read Chapter 1 first you'll be a lot more engaged and invested in the characters. 



Sarah lived with her family on a small farm in rural Montana. There were benefits to having a big family, but being the youngest of 6 children made having privacy impossible. She liked keeping to herself for the most part, but she was never truly had an opportunity to do anything she didn't want anyone else finding out about. Sarah was 19 and in the middle of her last year of high school. Next year she would be going off to college, and she didn't know anything about sex. That terrified her. She was decently well liked at school -- had a few close girlfriends, but never a boyfriend. 

She was into boys -- she definitely found her favorite male actors and singers attractive. But a big drawback of a small rural town was that there just weren't many options for potential boyfriends. A few boys had shown interest in her over the years, but she always turned them down. They were dumb ignorant assholes that just wanted to get in her pants. She wasn't a prude by any means -- she just thought she was better than giving herself up to boys who she knew would never say another word to her ever again once they'd been inside her. 

Apart from never having had sex, Sarah also didn't know anything about sex. Sure, she knew the mechanics or whatever was taught in 9th grade health class, but if her future circumstances improved and she found herself wanting to get intimate with a boy, she had no idea what to do.

Sarah's father was very conservative. He never let his underage children watch anything over a PG-13 rating -- and even some of those she wasn't allowed to see. She had seen a few movies with sex scenes. It was always awkward watching them on TV with her whole family. Her father would straighten and get uncomfortable -- always trying to figure out whether he should fast forward or not. Sarah became very good at looking disinterested while really focusing with rapt attention. She was so hungry for some tidbit of information of what sex was like or what to do that she was excited for anything she might get. But the tame movies she was allowed to watch never gave her anything useful. Even the movies where people 'had sex" were useless because the scene always ended before it showed anything useful.

She knew the Internet had tons of information about sex. And porn. Sarah so desperately wanted to look at porn -- she knew it would answer all of her questions. But her family had only one computer that her father insisted in locating in the center of the family room. She knew he did this with regard to her older brothers when they were going through puberty, but the rule still managed to punish her. She couldn't use the computers at the public library to look up information about sex either. Again, small town. Everyone knew everyone, and if she was caught looking at porn or reading erotic stories or even anything of a sexual nature she knew it would get back to her parents. 

Even kept in the dark as she was, Sarah was still happy until one day at school. After gym class, she was changing in the locker room with the other girls. One of her classmates Elana was going on and on about her latest sexual escapade with her boyfriend Brad. Brad was a sophomore at the local community college -- and just a tad more mature than the idiot boys in her class. He also had a job and could buy her things, which is why Elena deemed him worthy enough to have the privilege of being with her. 

Every school has an "Elena." Pretty and popular... and mean. At least to Sarah anyway. Not for any particular reason, just in the way that hormonal teenaged girls sometimes turned evil. Sarah hated Elena. Whenever she talked about sex she tried to sound so elitist and grown up. And the other girls always ate it up. They'd hang on every word of her story, gasping and giggling where they were supposed to. Every once in a while another girl would chime in with something she had recently done or seen or read about. Elana then took it upon herself to agree or disagree with whatever they had said -- as if she was the all-knowing mistress of sex and everyone else were just inexperienced children. 

The problem was, Sarah was an inexperienced child. She sometimes thought that if she listened to enough of Elana's stories she'd figure something out she could use for later. But nothing Elana said made any sense to Sarah. She didn't know the sex slang, so all of Elana's stories about "dildoes" and "bj's" and "69ining" only made her more confused. 

Elana finished a sentence about Brad "going down on her." The other girls all giggled. Sarah, wanting to fit in, giggled too. Big mistake. Elana saw her giggling and got mean. "What the hell are you laughing about bitch? Like you have any idea what I'm talking about." 

There was silence in the locker room. Sarah was so used to blending into the background. She was unprepared for suddenly being put on the spot. She only managed to stammer out nonsensical words "um ... li.... well..." 

Elana laughed. Some of the other girls laughed nervously to follow Elana's lead. "Ha! That's what I thought. We all know you've never had a boyfriend. You always stand here next to us after gym pretending like you're one of us. But this is a conversation for big girls. You've probably never even kissed a guy! That's so pathetic."

Sarah's eyes began to tear up. She hated Elana and hated being made fun of. She fought hard to keep from crying.

Elana pressed on. "Or maybe you're a lezzy. Is that it? Huh? You probably love this part of day -- getting to watch all these sexy "real girls" take off their clothes."

A few tears and a shaky "Nnnoo," was all Sarah managed to get out. Some of the other girls were snickering now. They had obviously liked that Elana had called them "sexy" and weren't about to throw that acceptance away to come to the aid of someone liked her. 

Elana reached behind her back and undid her bra clasp. In one motion she took it off and threw it in Sarah's face. "How about this lezzy," Elana said mockingly. "You getting wet now? Are you just waiting for me to let you get on your knees and lick me? I bet you touch yourself at night thinking about it."

Hate her as she might, even Sarah had to admit Elana had a beautiful body. Her flat stomach, skinny waist and weighty breasts made it obvious how she was able to get the attention of college boys. It made her and her A cups even more self-conscious. Sarah unconsciously moved her hand to cover her sports bra so Elana wouldn't make fun of her. 

Elana laughed and grabbed her hand. "See lezzy, I bet you wish you had tits like these." Her gaze drifted to Sarah's chest. "Instead of those sad little things. It's a good thing you like girls. You couldn't get a boy with those even if you wanted to."

'HEY!" All the girls stopped and whipped their heads around. Their gym coach, Mrs. Jenson, was standing in the door to the locker room. "Let's move it ladies," she said. "You're late for your next class." Sarah was relieved that Mrs. Jenson didn't leave the locker room. Elana quickly let go of her hand, picked her bra off the floor and went back to changing at her locker. The rest of the girls quickly and quietly got dressed too, some of them still smirking from Sarah's humiliation. On the way out of the locker room, Elana shot Sarah a deadly "fuck you bitch" look. 

*************

An hour later, Sarah was done with school, home, and crying in her room. She had a little more privacy today than usual. Her mom was working at her part time job at the restaurant; her dad and older brothers were over in the next town buying supplies. Sarah was alone in the house with her older sisters and doing her best to cry quietly. But try as she might, she couldn't keep silent. There was a knock at her door.

"Sarah, everything ok?" It was Kelsey, the next youngest in the family. Even though Kelsey was almost a full year older than Sarah, they were still in the same grade. The timing of the school calendar just worked out that even though Kelsey was one of the oldest in her class and Sarah was one of the youngest, they were still in the same class. 

"Uh huh." Sarah choked out unconvincingly between sobs. 

"Can I come in?" Kelsey asked. 

"No, I'm ok" Sarah sobbed. 

Kelsey came in anyway. She saw her sister crying and sat down on the bed next to her. Kelsey put a hand on Sarah's shoulder and began to affectionately rub her upper back. "I heard what happened in the locker room today," said Kelsey. 

For a second, Sarah looked mortified, then broke down into a wave of fresh sobs. "Elana is just such a bitch! I hate her so much." 

"I know, she's just a giant slut," said Kelsey. "Just don't worry about her. The year is almost up, and then we'll be off to college and you don't ever have to see her again."

"But she's right though," said Sarah. "Not about being a lesbian. I'm not. But I don't know anything about sex. I've never even kissed a boy. And my body is shit compared to Elana's. What am I going to do in college next year? How am I ever going to get a boyfriend when I don't know how to do anything and I look like crap!?!" Fresh sobs wracked Sarah and she lay on her side and cried. 

Kelsey sighed and petted her sister's hair. "None of that is true. You will go to college and meet a nice boy and then you can figure everything out with him. It will be fun. He'll probably like teaching you things. And plus, you're very pretty. After all, you're my sister --- and I'm hot!" 

This succeeded at making Sarah laugh a little. She stopped crying, but her cheeks were stained with tears. She sat up and looked at Kelsey. She always admired Kelsey above all her other sisters. Kelsey was pretty and smart and popular with the right circles of people -- not the bitches and sluts like Elana, the nice kids at her school. Sarah wasn't really friends with any of Kelsey's friends, but Kelsey was always nice to her. Kelsey always seemed to have a boyfriend. Some guys like sluts like Elana, but Kelsey was one of those kinds of girls that just sort of sparkled with personality. 

"I don't want it to be that way though," said Sarah. "I'm tired of being left out of all the jokes and conversations about sex. Christ, I'm 18 and I've never even kissed a boy. I don't want to go to college and be some guy's project. Any good guys are going to want a girl who at least knows what she's doing a little. All that's going to be left for me are nerds or asshole guys that just want another girl for a night. I just wish I could catch up a little, but I don't like any of the guys in our class."

Kelsey studied her sister for a moment. "You know, this stuff really isn't that hard. When you're with a guy, you just sort of explore each other's bodies. You let him know what feels good for you, he'll let you know what feels good for him, and it just sort of works itself out." 

"But that's just it," said Sarah. "I don't know what feels good for me. I've never been touched, remember." 

Kelsey gave a little bit of an exasperated sigh. "But Sarah you're freaking out over nothing. When you do finally get a guy to touch you, he will -- and THEN you'll know what feels good and be able to tell him." 

"No that's not good enough," Sarah said brusquely. "When I get to college, I'm just not going to fool around with the first guy I meet. I'm only going to let a guy touch me if I like him. And when I finally meet a guy I like, I don't want to scare him off because I'm bad at being a girl." 

That made Kelsey laugh. "Sarah, you can't be BAD at being a girl. You ARE a girl." She paused for a moment, started to talk, then stopped. She looked her sister straight in the eye. "Sarah, have you ever cum before?" 

Sarah stared at her blankly. "Have I what?" 

"WOW, you weren't kidding," Kelsey said under her breath. "Do you touch yourself at night? Do you masturbate? Have you ever had an orgasm."? 

Sarah made an involuntary gasp. Her cheeks flushed and she looked away. "I don't think so. I know some girls do that, but I share a room with Jen remember. Sometimes my panties rub against my vagina and it feels good. It's like a low, warm, tingling feeling. Is that an orgasm?" 

Kelsey was torn between giggling and crying for her sister. Clearly she had underestimated how sheltered she still was. "No, that's called just being horny. You'll know an orgasm when you feel one. And what does Jen have to do with it? I'm sure she touches herself too when you go to sleep."

Sarah looked shocked. "Do you really think so?" 

"Dunno," said Kelsey. "But I know Jen has had sex at least with two guys. I'm sure she gets horny too." 

"TWO guys?" blurted out Sarah. "Do mom and dad know?" 

"Christ no," said Kelsey, surprised. "Are you kidding? You know how they are. If they knew half the stuff we girls did I'm sure they'd ship us off to convents or something. I'm really sorry Sarah. I know we never really talk about this kind of stuff, but I just assumed you were finding your own ways to experiment."

"Have you ever had sex?" asked Sarah. She was half embarrassed, but half curious and excited. She never had anyone to talk about this stuff with before. She only had a few friends at school, and this was just something they never talked about. She felt a little weird to be talking about it with her sister, but she was so hungry for information she was willing to deal with it." 

Kelsey looked at Sarah for a minute trying to decide how to answer. After a moment, she simply said "yes." 

"How many times?" asked Sarah. 

Kelsey again took a moment to decide how to answer. "A few," she said. "Me and Jason did it three or four times last year when his parents were out of town. Me and Tim just recently started." 

Sarah's mouth hung open. She had always thought her sister had fooled around with Jason. They were exclusive for the longest time Junior year. She just never expected her sister would have gone all the way. The idea was so alien to her, being from such strict parents. But Kelsey managed to turn out so differently. Jen too apparently. And she assumed Rachel and her older brothers probably had too. The realization sunk into her and tears began to fill her eyes once more. 

Sarah realized she was the only virgin left in her family. She knew she was behind the other kids at school but she assumed she and her sisters were at least in the same boat. She knew her brothers had probably been having sex for a while. They were boys after all. But she always thought she was on the same level as her sisters. But she wasn't. She was so far behind. 

"Hey, hey," Kelsey said sympathetically, rubbing Sarah's back. "It's going to be ok. You can ask me questions if you want." 

"Really?" said Sarah. 

"Yeah," said Kelsey softly. She gave Sarah a big smile, which made her feel more comfortable. 

"Ok, let me think," said Sarah. She found herself blanking now. She had had so many questions about sex and her body for so long and now that someone was finally willing to provide answers, she couldn't think of anything. The first thing that popped into Sarah's head was a childish question. She knew the answer, but couldn't think of anything else to say. Tentatively, she said,

"Does it feel good?" 

Kelsey nodded emphatically. "Yes, it's one of the most amazing feelings in the world! And even when it's bad, it still feels pretty good."

"I heard it hurts the first time." 

"Yeah, it does," admitted Kelsey. "A little, but then it gets better. If the guy you're with is nice and gentle it doesn't hurt that much. But some guys are real assholes and rough and it can hurt a lot more."

"Did your first time hurt?" 

Kelsey let out a little sigh. "Yeah, it did. Jason turned out to be an asshole. We started and he had promised he would be gentle, but once he was inside of me he got really excited and went fast. It hurt the whole time. But the other times were better. I just hated that my first time hurt so bad."

Strangely, the thought of thinking about Jason "inside" of her sister made her heart beat fast. She obviously knew how sex worked, but it was different to think of it somehow with people she knew. She imagined Kelsey lying naked on her back with Jason's penis inside her. Her palms began to sweat. 

"It kind of makes me wish I had popped my own cherry myself. That way I might have had more fun my first time."

"What's your cherry?" asked Sarah.

"Your hymen" Kelsey answered simply. 

"Oh," Sarah said. "Wait, you can break your own? I thought a boy had to."

"Not necessarily," said Kelsey. "Whatever goes in your pussy the first time will break your hymen. Anything bigger than your finger I mean." Kelsey caught herself. "Wait, you know what 'pussy' means right?" 

Sarah looked just a tad annoyed. "Come on Kelse, I do at least know that much."

Kelsey giggled. "Okay, okay, just checking. But yeah, Rachel told me I should have popped my own cherry. She even offered to help. But I thought it would be more romantic for my first boy to do it. That was stupid."

"WAIT!" Sarah screamed. "Rachel? Rachel our sister? You talk about this kind of stuff with Rachel?" 

"Yeah," Kelsey said sheepishly. "She's been giving me advice for a few years."

"YEARS?!?!" Sarah yelled. 

"Shhhhh." quieted Kelsey. "Jen will hear you. You don't want her coming up to interrupt us do you?" 

"No," Sarah admitted. "So wait, you don't talk about sex with Jen then?"

"No," said Kelsey. "Just Rachel and Zach." Zach was their second oldest brother. 

"How did you start talking about it?" 

"Well," began Kelsey, "Rachel and I have always shared a room. One night I heard her masturbating and stupidly asked what she was doing. She was embarrassed at first, and said 'nothing.' But I kept pestering her and she eventually owned up to it and made me promise not to tell mom and dad. I did, and didn't think about it for a while. But then a few months later when I was putting away laundry in our room I found a bunch of her toys."

"What kind of toys?" asked Sarah.

"Sex toys," said Kelsey. ... that made Sarah's heart race. "Rachel saw me looking at them and was mad, then embarrassed. But I started asking her questions about them and she offered to explain how they worked if I promised I would keep it a secret. Actually, it kind of brought us closer together. It was like our little secret in the family. And then a few months after that I started dating Jason and thought it might eventually lead to sex, so I started asking her questions. She used to stay up till all hours tell me things."

That made Sarah feel truly jealous. Sarah always had to share a room with Jen, and her and Jen were never that close. "What about Zach," she asked. "How did you start talking to him?" 

"Kind of the same way," said Kelsey. "I walked in on him with a porno magazine. He made me promise not to tell. And then after I started having sex with Jason, I asked him questions about what boys like. Rachel had told me a lot of stuff to try, but I wanted a boy's perspective. He was reluctant to talk to me about it at first, and a little mad that I was having sex, but eventually he gave in. I don't talk to him about sex as much as I talk to Rachel, but every once in a while I have a question for a boy and he's really nice about it." 




Siblings Teach Sarah Ch. 02



A recap in case you forgot already or you were too horny to read Chapter 1. 

Sarah is an 18-year-old high school girl. She's worried because she's going to college next year and she doesn't know anything about sex. Other girls at school make fun of her for never having had a boyfriend. Her older sister took pity on her and agreed to teach her a few of the basics.

Sarah spent the next week in alternating states of curiosity, nervousness and excitement. After years of being in the dark about sex someone was finally going to let her in on the secrets. Her mind wandered to what it would be like next year at college --- meeting a cute boy, getting to know him, going back to her room to fool around and NOT being afraid of embarrassing herself. 

The weekend finally came. It didn't happen often but Sarah found herself mostly alone in the house. It was just her and Kelsey. Her parents were out of town for the weekend, and her brothers and other sisters were all busy out of the house – at least for the next few hours. Jen was the last to leave the house, and as soon as her car was out of the driveway Sarah pounced on Kelsey. 

"Ok they're gone," squealed Sarah.

"Oh my God, would you relax," said Kelsey, exasperated. "You've been giggly all week. Just calm down a little."

"Okay, okay," Sarah said, all smiles. "But seriously, can we start now?" 

Kelsey sighed. "Okay, let's go up to my bedroom." 

Sarah sprinted up the stairs. Kelsey followed, but much more slowly. Once in her room, Kelsey motioned to Sarah to sit down on her bed. Sarah complied obediently. 

"Okay," said Kelsey. "I've been thinking a lot about how to take you through this. I know you mainly want to know about how to please a boy, but there is something more important to go through first. 

Sarah's face fell only a fraction. But she was willing to give Kelsey the benefit of the doubt that she knew what was best. "Okay," she said. "What's that?"

"Well, I was thinking about the times I've fooled around with my boyfriends and the few times I've had sex. Before we get to boys, you need to figure out what you like and what's going to get you off." 

"Gets me off?" Sarah questioned.

"Orgasm," Kelsey said dryly. 

"Oh," said Sarah, cheeks flushing slightly. "But Kelse, all I really need to know is what to do to a boy so he doesn't think I'm a complete nerd. Shouldn't we start with that?" 

"Boys are really easy," said Kelsey. "Seriously, that's going to take no time at all to explain. But I remember my first few times. Most boys our age don't really know what they're doing either, and they insist on taking charge. He's going to be fumbling around with you and he's probably not going to be doing it very well. It really makes everything better to be able to give him hints about what to do. All boys want to think they're fantastic at sex. The trick is to be able to tell him what to do without him realizing it. Just make hot little noises whenever he starts doing something you like, and he'll keep doing it. Then you'll cum, he'll cum and he'll be all proud of himself and happy." 

"Oh," Sarah said, stunned. 

"Trust me," said Kelsey, "the best sex is when it's feeling amazing for both of you. When you're both really into it your body just instinctively takes over. It's better than any secret or technique anyone can teach you."

"That actually makes sense," admitted Sarah. 

"You seem surprised," grinned Kelsey. "Okay, let's get started." She walked across the room and retrieved a shoebox from under her other sister Rachel's bed. She opened it and placed the contents one by one on the bed next to Sarah. 

Sarah's jaw dropped. There were a dozen objects in the box. Even though she had never seen anything like this before, some of them she could guess – there were three large rubber penises. One of them was big and straight, the other looked like it had a control panel and a curved shape toward the base. The third was connected to what looked like a climbing harness. 

Some of them she didn't have any idea about – there were a series of heavy wooden balls connected by a string, and three metallic objects that looked like large bullets. 

And a few of the objects Sarah could easily identify, but she couldn't figure out what they'd be doing inside of a "sex box." There were feathers, and long lengths of rope and clothespins and a ping pong paddle. 

Sarah stared at the objects. She could feel her pulse racing and a feeling of want building within her. She was starting to get horny. She knew her body well enough to know that much. Just thinking about what those things could do – what they could do to her, just made her whole body want. 

Kelsey giggled, looking at the objects. "Damn, I forgot that Rachel was into some kinky stuff. Before we go any farther you have to swear that you won't tell Rachel you know about this." 

"I swear," breathed Sarah. "What's all this stuff for?" 

"We're just going to cover the basics right now," said Kelsey. "Let's get through that and then we can see about the advanced stuff." Kelsey set aside the rubber penis with the control panel, one of the bullet shaped objects and one of the feathers. The rest she placed back in the shoebox and set on her nightstand. 

"Ok," continued Kelsey "There are a lot of areas on your body that feel good to be touched. They're called 'erogenous zones'. But every girl is different in what feels best, and that's what we have to figure out for you." 

Sarah nodded.

"Ok," said Kelsey. "Take off your shirt and jeans." 

"Wwwhat?" stammered Sarah. She was suddenly nervous. She asked Kelsey to teach her about sex. She assumed she might have to suck on a rubber penis or something but she thought she would at least be clothed. 

Kelsey picked up on her hesitation. "Don't worry," she said "you can leave your bra and panties on."

Sarah didn't make a move.

"Look, you don't have to do anything you don't want to but this is really the best and quickest way to teach you about sex. We don't have a ton of time before Rachel gets back. So either I can tell you about this stuff or I can show you. You can either practice with me now or you can practice with the first boy you meet in college. Up to you."

Sarah thought for a moment. Kelsey was right. Even if her sister just told her about sex she'd still need to actually try it out before she got with a boy. This was an opportunity she wasn't going to get again before college. And she figured she could always call a stop to it if things got to intense. She took a deep breath and slipped her shirt over her head. Fearing she would lose her nerve if she stopped, her hands went straight to the button on her jeans. She slid the denim down the length of her legs and stepped out of them, lightly kicking them to the side. Sarah stood before Kelsey in just her bra and panties and took another deep breath, looking to Kelsey for her next instructions. 

"Wow," she said, looking Sarah over. "You actually have a really nice body. You'd never know it behind all those baggy clothes you wear."

Sarah gave a nervous giggle. "Thanks." 

"I don't think you'll have any trouble finding a boy in college. Now, I want you to lie down on the bed. And try and relax, remember this is supposed to be fun." 

Slowly, Sarah sunk down to the bed. Her eyes traveled to the toys still at the edge of the bed, then up to Kelsey. Kelsey picked up the feather in one hand, the bullet vibrator in the other and kneeled on the bed next to Sarah. "Take a breath and close your eyes," Kelsey said. "Try to picture some hot guy or something."

Sarah complied.

"Ok, there are 7 basic erogenous zones. And these are in no particular order." Kelsey moved the feather to Sarah's neck. With its soft wisps, she delicately traced up and down Sarah's neck. She moved from the base of her ear to her throat, letting the feather trace her jaw line. 

Sarah felt the feather touch her neck and expected it to tickle. It didn't. It was the softest thing she'd ever felt on her skin, but the feeling was heavy. The little wisps seemed to penetrate her skin, touching her deeply. As the feather moved around her, Sarah felt the place it just left tingle with delight. Her eyes were tightly shut as she breathed deeply, taking the sensation in. 

Kelsey saw her sister's back arching slightly. When the feather reached Sarah's throat, Kelsey moved it up to tickle the base of her chin. She tickled for just a moment, before tracing back slowly down her throat. She could tell Sarah was enjoying this. The feather reached the base of her throat, but Kelsey didn't stop its progress. The tip of the feather crossed her neckline and continued moving downward – very very slowly. 

Sarah's breathing quickened when she felt the feather cross the invisible barrier of her neckline. She liked being touched on her neck – she figured that out pretty quickly. But when the feather moved down it gave her such a start of excitement. The feather was going to her breasts. She wasn't ready for it but she knew it at the same time. She had guessed too that her breasts would be one of the erogenous zones – she just wasn't sure whether her sister would go there. Part of her wanted to tell Kelsey not to touch her there, that it was too much, but she was completely wrapped up in the anticipation. Unconsciously, Sarah began squeezing her thighs together and tensing her hips. She felt something building between her legs. It felt good.

Kelsey saw the attention was working. When she agreed to do this she swore to herself she would do things as clinically as was possible. But seeing her sister lying completely under her control -- becoming aroused from the smallest of touches -- was starting to affect her. She never had thoughts about another girl before – ESPECIALLY never for one of her sisters, but damn it, this was hot. 

The feather finally reached the top of Sarah's covered cleavage. Kelsey didn't want to move too fast too quickly. Lightly she traced the tops of Sarah's breasts with the feather. First one, then the other. Then she placed the feather back on top of Sarah's breast. She pushed a little harder and began to slide the feather down her breast. When it reached Sarah's covered nipple, she held it there for a moment, pushing just a little harder so that Sarah might feel it through her bra.

Sarah felt the lightest graze of pressure on her nipple and let out a little gasp. She could barely feel only the slightest bit of pressure and yet the anticipation made her feel so good. She waited for more. ... ... But it never came. Sarah opened her eyes and saw that Kelsey had taken the feather away and was looking down on her. She let out a frustrated little noise.

"Did you like that?" asked Kelsey with a grin. 

Sarah just nodded. 

Kelsey laughed "I could tell. I guess you like to have your neck touched. Want me to keep going?"

Sarah nodded fervently. 

"Ok," Kelsey said with a smile. "The next one is your ears. I didn't want to do this one first because Rachel doesn't have any toys that will work. The feather will just tickle you and the others are too strong." 

Sarah was confused. "How are you going to do it then?

Kelsey hesitated. "At least for me, it feels best when boys use their mouths. The mixture of warm and wet always gives me happy chills. I mean, it's just your ear, but I wanted to check with you before I started. This one is one of my favorites."

Sarah looked at her for a moment. Kelsey wanted to put her mouth on her body? Wasn't that weird for sisters to do? But she felt so good after the feather, and she was afraid that if she said no Kelsey would want to forget the rest of it. She thought Kelsey was right after all, it was only her ear. 

"Ok," said Sarah, closing her eyes again. 

Inwardly, Kelsey was a little disappointed. She had a problem. She was starting to get turned on. She didn't think it was Sarah per se, but something about being in charge of a sexual situation appealed to her. She liked her boyfriends, but they were always the sort to want to be in control. She always had to lie there and be a good obliging girlfriend. Now someone else was feeling good because of things she was directing. It had an appeal to it. 

Kelsey knew her session was beginning to approach a line, but Sarah was still into it. And she did promise to help teach her about sex and what feels good. Kelsey placed her knee next to Sarah's side. She bent down, and with her hand gently pushing one of Sarah's cheeks into the bed. With her hand, she ran her fingers through Sarah's hair, tucking it behind her ear. 

Sarah let out a little moan. Kelsey bent down further and kissed her sister's earlobe. Dry at first, but gradually she opened her lips and let the tip of her tongue dance over the tender surface of skin. Using her tongue to help, she gently took Sarah's earlobe between her lips and gently massaged with her tongue. 

A soft "MMMMMmmmmmm" escaped Sarah's lips. Kelsey smiled inwardly to herself. She continued sucking the earlobe. 

Sarah breathed and smiled. "Kelse that feels good." 

Kelsey took more of Sarah's ear into her mouth. With her lips, she sucked the delicate flesh and with her tongue she traced the outline of whatever shapes she could find. Kelsey could feel Sarah's hips moving again beside her. She knew what that felt like too – when it feels so good you just need to move around a little. Kelsey began to suckle Sarah's earlobe harder. For the first time, she applied the tiniest pressure with her teeth, making microscopic indentations in her skin. 

Sarah gasped, and Kelsey quickly drew away afraid she had bit too hard. But Sarah looked at her with hungry eyes, silently asking why she stopped and begging her to continue. 

Kelsey quickly regained herself. "So I guess we can put a check next to your ears too?" she said with a little chuckle.

Sarah nodded quickly. "Oh God. When you bit down I felt it send a jolt through my whole body."

"Good," Kelsey said. "I felt you moving her hips while my mouth was on you. Are you wet?" 

The question hung out there, and Sarah looked a little embarrassed. Sarah's eyes looked away from Kelsey and she shook her head yes. "Hey, hey," Kelsey cooed, running a hand through Sarah's hair. "Don't be embarrassed or anything. This is supposed to feel good remember. You're supposed to get wet." 

"It's just," started Sarah. "We're sisters. You're probably not supposed to get excited when your sister touches you. But it feels so good, and I'm so horny. I've never felt anything like this before, but Mom and Dad would kill us if they found out."

"Then we should probably not tell them," said Kelsey jokingly. "Look, I know what you're going through. I remember when I was getting started with sex and also really afraid of how much I didn't know. Rachel did this same thing for me too, and it really helped me out. I was still nervous to have sex for the first time, but I felt a lot more confident after Rachel helped me figure out what I liked."

"You didn't tell me that," said Sarah. "You said Rachel explained her sex toys to you and then answered some of your questions about sex. You never said she actually did things to you."

"Well it's not something you can really blab to anyone else. But I figure it's ok to tell you now because of how far we've already gone. But if we're going to keep going, you need to swear not to ever tell anyone. EVER."

Sarah thought for a moment. She thought per parents might literally kill her if they found out about this. But every part of her body was screaming to keep going. And she was tired of being the only one in the family who was clueless about sex. "Okay," said Sarah. "I promise. What else did Rachel do with you?"

Kelsey thought – trying to put the events of a few years ago back into right order. "Next she sucked on my toes. That's another one some girls really like. It did feel good, but it wasn't my favorite. It tickled a little. What do you think?" 

Sarah thought about it for a moment. She had never really considered feet attractive before. And she thought her feet might be a little dirty from wearing flip flops everywhere. "I don't know," Sarah said tentatively.

"It's ok," Kelsey interrupted her. "Honestly I think that one is hit or miss. No worries, we have more things to try out."Sarah smiled. 

"Close your eyes again," said Kelsey. Once Sarah's eyes were shut, Kelsey lightly rested a hand just below her bra. Sarah's breathing and heart rate increased immediately. Sarah obviously thought Kelsey was going to play with her breasts. But Kelsey still wasn't sure if Sarah was ready to go that far. So instead, she touched Sarah only with her finger tips and lightly traced downward to encircle her stomach. 

Kelsey rested the pad of her finger just above Sarah's belly button. She moved her finger around in a light circle, just barely touching Sarah's skin. Kelsey lowered her mouth to Sarah's stomach and planted a gentle kiss, letting her lips part slightly and her tongue trace the skin it found beneath. Kelsey repeated the motion in the same spot, then repeated the motion in other parts of her sister's skin. 

Sarah's breathing became shallow as her mouth opened slightly – like her tongue was trying to taste the sensations directly. Kelsey moved her hands to Sarah's hips and gently held her in place as she continued to lick and suck on her stomach. 

Sarah's hips struggled slightly against Kelsey's hands trying to keep them still. The softest moan escaped her lips. Then Kelsey stopped and pulled back. Sarah opened her eyes and smiled. "I like that one too," Sarah said proudly. "It didn't have the same kind of tingle as when you played with my ears and neck, but it still felt nice."

"Good," said Kelsey. "Are you still wet?" 

Sarah nodded again, except this time she didn't look embarrassed or ashamed. 

"Okay," said Kelsey. "I want you to put one of your hands in your panties and lightly trace a finger between the outer lips of your pussy."

Sarah hesitated only a moment, then slowly lowered her hand to her waist. With three of her fingers, she parted the space between her stomach and the waistband. She took a breath and then slowly slid her hand in, resting it on her mound. 

"Good, now just use one finger and go between the lips; feel some of the wetness." 

Sarah did. The feeling was electric. She'd touched her vagina before, but never had she been so horny. It seemed to intensify everything she felt. Like Kelsey said, Sarah used one finger to gently part her outer pussy lips. She could feel that she was wet all over. She moved her finger around, and collected some of that wetness.

"Good," Kelsey said. "Now I want you to put that finger in your mouth and taste it." 

Sarah's eyes shot open. "What?" she stammered. "Why?"

"Relax," Kelsey soothed, "It actually tastes really good. And boys love when girls do this for some reason. You'll be with a boy next year and he might ask you to do that. It's better that you try it now so that you don't make that same reaction with him you just made with me." 

Again, Sarah thought Kelsey had a point. She withdrew her fingers from her panties and brought them to her face. She inhaled the scent around her fingers and was surprised to find that it smelled sweet. Tentatively she touched the tip of her finger to her tongue. It tasted sweet too. She opened her mouth and stuck the rest of her finger in, sucking the juices off of it. "Mmm," she said happily. "You're right that does taste good." 

"Did it feel good when you touched your pussy?" asked Kelsey. She knew the answer. Obviously, what girl didn't feel good when her pussy was touched? But Kelsey was starting to have fun teasing Sarah. 

"Oh my God it was electric!" squealed Sarah "Let's do more." 

"Ok," said Kelsey. "The other four erogenous zones are your mouth, your breasts, your inner thighs and your pussy."




Siblings Teach Sarah Ch. 03



Sarah finished a big glass of water and took a minute to soak in what had just happened. After 18 years of being in the dark about sex, Sarah had just had her first orgasm ... followed shortly by her second orgasm. She could still feel tendrils of the pleasure running through her body. It was amazing. 

If someone had told her last year that her older sister Kelsey was going to be responsible for giving her her first orgasms and teaching her everything she knew about sex – she wouldn't have believed it. She would have been horrified. But what just happened was so beautiful and so erotic. Her sister was the one person in this world she could trust to guide her by the hand (or pussy as had just happened) through this new world and not make her feel self conscious or take advantage of her. 

She put the glass back in the cupboard and ran back upstairs to her sister. She was still naked from when Kelsey had made her cum – she liked how it felt when her breasts bounced freely as she ran up the stairs. She realized that with living in a house with 7 other people, this was the first time she had gotten to run around naked! "Hmm," she thought to herself. "A whole day of firsts!"

Sarah got back into Kelsey's room and closed the door behind her. She looked to see her sister lying on her bed. Kelsey was still clothed, but her hand was rubbing at her pussy through her jeans. Sarah walked toward the bed, noticing that her older sister Rachel's box of sex toys was still sitting on the nightstand. 

Kelsey had a hungry look in her eyes. "So how do you feel now that you're a big girl?" Kelsey said jokingly. 

"Mmm," said Sarah. "Every part of my body feels relaxed and tingly. I could get used to this." 

"Well welcome to the club. You know, you have really cute breasts," Kelsey said, admiring her sister's nakedness. 

"Thanks," Sarah said shyly. 

"Ok, sorry I meant to cover boys next but watching you cum twice got me really horny." Kelsey spoke the words fast. "I really need to cum. And I'd like you to help me if you're willing to." She took a breath and slowed down. "If not, that's fine I can get myself off quick and then we can get back to you. But it feels a lot better for me when I have a second person helping me out." Then Kelsey got a wicked smirk on her face. "And hey, college can be a wild place I've heard – who knows maybe knowing how to make another girl cum will come in handy some day."

Sarah chuckled nervously unsure of what else to say. But Kelsey did just help her out a lot. And Sarah definitely wanted to learn a lot more. "What would I have to do?" 

Kelsey smiled. "First, I don't want of you to think of me as your sister. Think of me as just some girl you met at college. And it doesn't even have to be a lesbian thing. Maybe you met a guy and he wants to have a 3-way. Maybe there is a group of guys and girls and you're all having sex together."

Sarah's jaw dropped. "Wow! Does that really happen at college?" 

Kelsey shrugged. "Not sure. But I bet it's happened at at least one college somewhere. Who knows, maybe it will happen to you."

Sarah let the thought fill her mind – a whole room filled with hot boys and girls, all touching each other and having sex. She felt her pussy start to get wet again. But then she turned her attention back to Kelsey. "Ok, you're just a hot girl," she said. 

"Aww, thanks," beamed Kelsey. "Ok, get over here and take my clothes off." 

Sarah gulped, but moved to her sister. Mechanically she pulled off each of her socks, then immediately reached up to undo the button on her jeans. 

"Woah woah, what the hell is that?" Kelsey asked. 

Sarah was surprised. "What do you mean?"

"Sarah, if you get to college and try to take someone else's clothes off like that, you're in trouble."

"Well how should I do it then?"

"Be sexy with it," said Kelsey. "Make me want it. Tease me, turn me on. Make me so hot that by the time you finally get all my clothes off I jump you because I'm so horny."

"But how?" said Sarah, a hint of annoyance creeping into her voice. 

Kelsey grabbed her sister's hands. "There are basically two ways. You can be sweet and sensual, or you can be rough and badass."

"Which do you want?" 

"I want you to decide. But whatever you pick, commit to it. You have to make me believe you want me. So either do it slow and sweet and make me want to make love to you, or do it hard and fast and make me want to fuck you like an animal." 

Sarah thought for a moment as Kelsey looked at her expectantly. She was having trouble with this. Despite what Kelsey said, Sarah could still only see her sister in front of her. She thought about going slow and sensual like Kelsey had said. She reached out, then stopped herself. That one was probably easy to figure out. The point of this was to practice and get feedback. She thought she'd have a tougher time being an animal in college. Might as well give it a shot now.

Sarah closed her eyes to get herself in the mood. She wanted to do a good job. She thought again about what it had felt like to cum. She wanted that feeling again. She needed it again. Just thinking about the pleasure that had so recently coursed through her made her pussy start to get wet again. Then Sarah pretended that Kelsey was the only person in the world who could make her cum. She pretended that Kelsey would never let her cum again unless she fought for it. And she had to fight hard. 

Sarah let instinct take over. She looked deep into Kelsey's eyes, trying to take control over the situation. Kelsey was looking at her with a mocking "yeah, so what have you got?" expression. Kelsey didn't think she could be an animal did she? That started to make Sarah a little angry – she hated being underestimated. 

Sarah threw out her hands. One hand grabbed Kelsey hard by the back of the neck. The other hand softly, yet forcefully cupped her by the cheek. Sarah pulled her sister's face in close to hers and kissed her hard on the lips. 

Kelsey sat there stunned. She hadn't expected that.

Sarah kept going. She opened her mouth around Kelsey's closed lips and used her lips to massage Kelsey's. She felt Kelsey catch her breath, and saw her close her eyes. Sarah felt Kelsey's lips open slightly. 

Wow, she must have bought it. Sarah was proud of herself. It was the first time she'd ever kissed another person. At least Kelsey seemed to like it. Sarah pulled her mouth away from Kelsey's and pushed her sister back on the bed. 

Kelsey flopped back, her arms flying over her head. Sarah immediately jumped on top of her sister, straddling her stomach. The impact of Sarah's naked pussy on Kelsey's naked skin sent a bolt of sensation through Sarah's body. With forceful hands, Sarah pushed the bottom of Kelsey's t-shirt over her head, deliberately running her hands over Kelsey's body the whole way up. 

Sarah's heart jolted a little when her hands ran over Kelsey's bra. She felt her sister's breasts beneath them. They felt a lot bigger and fuller than hers. She was surprised how excited she got when her hands touched them. 

Sarah threw the shirt to the floor beside the bed and looked down at her sister. 

"Fuck," Kelsey breathed. The two looked at each other deeply. Kelsey grabbed Sarah's hand and pushed it onto her left breast. "Feel that?" she asked. "Feel how fast my heart's beating. Damn Sarah, that was really hot." 

"Was the kiss ok? I'm really sorry, I hope that didn't make you mad. I've never done that before." 

"It was good," breathed Kelsey. "A little strong. A little too much saliva, but it definitely got me wetter. Fantastic for a first kiss." 

Sarah beamed down at her. 

"Ok, enough chatting," Kelsey said. "Quick, get the rest of these clothes off of me and help me cum."

Sarah climbed off Kelsey and kneeled down beside her on the bed. She undid the button of Kelsey's jeans and pulled the waistband down forcefully. They were a tight fit on Kelsey, so Sarah ran her hands all over Kelsey's ass and hips and thighs as she worked the material down. When Sarah had succeeded in getting the jeans past Kelsey's knees, they slid off easy the rest of the way. 

Kelsey was lying there in just her bra and panties. Sarah was kneeling next to her, completely naked. They were about to cross a line. They both knew it. Neither of them could pretend this was just about education anymore, they both wanted their bodies to feel good. Sarah looked down to see a wet spot had formed on Kelsey's blue cotton panties. It made Sarah even more aroused to know something she had done actually made her sister so wet that she could see the result.

What Sarah was feeling was lust – not even for her sister specifically (like in a "I am your eternal soul mate kind of way), just generally. She wanted her body to feel good and her sister just happened to be the person who was going to help her with that. 

That was how Sarah convinced herself that what she did next was ok. She placed one hand flat on Kelsey's stomach to hold her in place. The other hand grabbed Kelsey's panties by the waistband and peeled them off. 

Sarah gasped out loud. Kelsey's pussy was completely hairless. It looked so sleek. Sarah touched her hand to Kelsey's mound. It felt so smooth. Sarah liked that a lot. 

Kelsey saw Sarah looking at her naked pussy. "You really should think about shaving too. It feels so much cleaner. Plus, when you start having boyfriends it makes it feel a lot better when they go down on you." 

The idea intrigued Sarah. She had never thought much about her pussy hair. No one else had ever looked at it, so it wasn't much of an issue. But Sarah filed it away in her brain as something to think about more later. She looked down again at Kelsey and noticed she hadn't completely done her job yet. Kelsey was still wearing her bra.

Sarah straddled Kelsey again, leaning forward so that her face sat above 8 inches way from Kelsey's breasts. Sarah reached her hands under Kelsey, and Kelsey arched her back to give her sister more easy access. Sarah quickly undid the clasp on Kelsey's bra. She ran her finger down the center of Kelsey's breasts, hooking it around the flimsy bit of fabric when she reached it and gently slid it off of Kelsey. 

The two sat there looking at each other again, now both completely naked.

Sarah broke the silence. "What do you want me to do?" 

"That depends on what you'd be comfortable with," Kelsey said. She looked over to the toy box on her night stand. "Rachel has a lot of toys that would do it. I could show you how to use them on me." She paused, looking a little embarrassed. "But the thing that feels the absolute best is when someone goes down on me."

"Goes down?" asked Sarah.

"Uses their mouth and their tongue on your pussy. It feels wonderful!" 

"Eww," said Sarah before she could stop herself. 

Kelsey looked a little hurt. "I promise it's not gross. It tastes good and the feeling is unbelievable. I hate it. Jason used to do it to me all the time, but Tim won't because he thinks it's gross."

Sarah looked unsure.

"Look," Kelsey said. "If you do it to me, I'll do it to you next. And I know you're excited about the toys. I promise we'll get to them eventually." 

Sarah brightened at this. She really wanted to know what the hard wooden balls connected to the string were for. "Ok," she breathed. "Just tell me what to do."

"First get between my legs," Kelsey said, spreading her legs wide apart. 

Sarah shuffled off Kelsey and got between her legs, just a foot away from Kelsey's pussy. She could both see and smell that Kelsey was really excited. Her pussy lips were all shiny from being coated in her juices. And it smelled sweet. 

"Ok. Now, I want you to stick two fingers into me. Be gentle, but work them in. I want you to get a lot of my juices on your fingers."

Sarah spread the lips of Kelsey's pussy apart. She saw a long bead of wetness run out of her pussy and down her ass. Sarah placed two fingers at the bottom of Kelsey's pussy. She gently worked them up and down her slit as Kelsey had done to her. When she had a little bit of the wetness coating her fingers, she gently pushed her fingers into Kelsey.

They slid in easier than Sarah expected, and Kelsey let out a low moan. It was tight, Sarah had to press firmly to push them in deeper. But Kelsey's wetness didn't give her any trouble. When Sarah's fingers were in to the knuckle, Kelsey moaned again. 

"Good," breathed Kelsey. "Have a little fun. Wiggle them around, feel what the inside of a pussy is like." 

Sarah moved her fingers inside of Kelsey. It was wet and warm all around her. She pressed on the walls of Kelsey's pussy, feeling them stop her fingers, but also stretching a little. "Doesn't that hurt when I do this?" asked Sarah

"Noo," Kelsey breathed. "It feels really good. Ok, now take your fingers out." 

Sarah's fingers came out easily and were covered in Kelsey's juices. 

"Now I want you to put your fingers in your mouth and suck my juices off. This will let you know what it tastes like before you put your mouth on me."

Sarah was still unsure. It had tasted good when she had sucked the juices from her own fingers, but would it taste the same when it was from someone else? Sarah opened her mouth and sucked on her fingers. Kelsey's juices were the first thing she tasted. And she was surprised and delighted that it tasted almost exactly the same as hers – that mixture of deep sweetness. 

"Ok, now I want you to kiss my pussy. Keep doing what I say until I tell you to do something different."

Sarah got further between Kelsey's legs and kissed her pussy.

"Mmm," moaned Kelsey softly. "Wet your lips a little. Good. Put your tongue at the opening and run it up and down a few times. Yeah like that. Good. Ok, now take your fingers and gently spread my pussy lips apart."

Sarah stared at Kelsey's pussy opening before her. She thought it was strangely beautiful. 

"Ok, do you see that small pea shaped thing above my pussy? That's my clit. I want you to very softly place your lips on that and kiss."

Sarah did, and looked back up. Kelsey's hips gave a little buck in response.

"Do you see how there is a little flap of skin covering the clit? Well if you put a finger on it and slide it back it will expose it even more. That's it. Now stick your tongue out and lightly trace it along my exposed clit. 

Kelsey moaned in pleasure as soon as Sarah's tongue made contact with her. It sent the familiar jolts of electricity coursing through her body. "Goooood," Kelsey moaned. "That's it, use the tip of your tongue and trace little patterns. You could try the alphabet! Use your tongue to write each letter of the alphabet really small on my clit."

As soon as Sarah had gotten to "E" Kelsey was in overdrive. Every breath out of her was either a moan or a whimper. Her hips had begin to buck and writhe into the bed making it difficult for Sarah to hold her position. Kelsey's hands flew to her breasts and began massaging her nipples. Unlike Sarah's gentle tugs, Kelsey felt best when her nipples were pinched hard. She alternated nipples, pinching one first, then the other, then relaxing only to begin again. In her limited sexual experience, Kelsey had begun to realize that it felt good when things hurt a little, but not too much. Neither of her previous boyfriends had been into that, so it was something she didn't quite understand yet. All she knew for now was that her clit was throbbing from Sarah's tongue dancing over it and the hard pinching of her nipples was only making the pleasure stronger. 

"Ok," moaned Kelsey. "Now I want you to open your lips and take my clit into your mouth. Be careful not to scrape it with your teeth. Just suck on it gently and keep flicking it with your tongue." 

As soon as Sarah had her clit in her mouth, Kelsey screamed. "OOooh!!!" Her hips were bucking hard. The pressure of her fingers on her nippleswas sending her over the edge. Kelsey knew she was close to cumming. 

"Sarah you're doing really good. Perfect. Just keep it up a little longer." Sarah grunted her acknowledgement and kept sucking and licking her sister's clit. Kelsey was bucking wildly. Sarah had to use her hands to hold Kelsey's hips in place.

"Sarah I'm.... oooh.... Almost there!" Kelsey gasped. "I want you to start sucking harder and licking faster. I only need a few more seconds, you won't have to keep it up for long. And when ... oooh ooh god... and when I say 'now' I want you to jam two fingers in my pussy and move them around hard. Ok?"

Sarah grunted her agreement again. Focusing on Kelsey's clit she increased the pressure and began to suck the delicate little bud harder and harder into her mouth. Every time she sucked it, she imagined her tongue was like a whip and gave hit it hard."

Kelsey's eyes were clenched shut, her hands pinching her nipples so hard they were beginning to turn the faintest shade of blue. Suddenly Kelsey's hips stopped bucking and she held them very still. Sarah could feel Kelsey clenching all the muscles in her body. Sarah didn't stop. With renewed vigor she sucked and licked at Kelsey's clit over and over and over again. A high pitched whine began to emanate from Kelsey's mouth as her whole face was screwed up in what looked like a mix of fantastic pleasure, pain and careful concentration. 

Without warning, Kelsey exploded, screaming wildly. "FUUUCKK!!!! Oh god oh god. AHHH AHHH AAHHHH!!!!!!" Despite Sarah holding her down, Kelsey bucked and thrashed and writhed beneath her. Sarah had to fight to keep her mouth locked on Kesley's clit.

"NOOOWWWWWW!!!!" Kelsey screamed. 

Releasing her mouth's grip on Kelsey, Sarah jammed two fingers into Kelsey's sopping wet pussy. As she had been instructed, Sarah moved them around inside her sister as hard and as violently as she could. 

"Uhh aagh ahh ahh ooo yeah!!! Fuck!!!!!!!!!" Kelsey wrapped her hands around the bed sheets to give herself something to hold onto. Waves of blinding pleasure coursed through her body. She was out of control. She could feel like every nerve in her entire body was alive and on fire with pleasure. She was vaguely aware of Sarah's fingers moving hard inside her. Kelsey tried to grind her pussy harder onto Sarah's fingers. Her pussy exploded one final time in orgasm and then dissipated. 

Kelsey flopped back onto the bed spasming as the aftershocks went through her. Sarah kept pumping her fingers in and out. Kelsey reached a hand down and gently pushed her away. She lay there for a few minutes undulating her body and convulsing from the pleasure. 

Eventually she came back to herself and looked up to see Sarah's naked form staring down at her. "Oh my god," she breathed. "Sarah that felt amazing. That might have been the strongest orgasm I've ever had."

"Really?" Sarah said beaming. "You're not just saying that?" 

"No, that was incredible. It felt even better than when Rachel did it to me a few years ago." 

"Wow," Sarah said, starting to become impressed with herself. "What was different?"

"Everyone always treats me so delicately," Kelsey said starting to blush a little. "It always feels really good when it's hard and fast. Don't think this is weird, but when it hurts a little it actually feels really really good. What you were doing with your fingers was perfect."

"Thanks," Sarah said. "Do you think I would like it hard?" 

"I don't know," Kelsey said. "Seriously every girl is different. I've heard some girls freak out if there is even a little pain. But you can experiment. You'll know whether you like it or not pretty quickly."

"I'll have to think about that," said Sarah.

"Ok, give me a few minutes to recover then we can keep going with you. You pick now, what do you want to do next? Anything you want to do or try or play with?"

Sarah thought hard for a moment. She had an idea but she was a little nervous. It was something that stuck out in her mind from when Kelsey had told her about her first time having sex. How she wanted it to be so special but couldn't get past the pain. 




Siblings Teach Sarah Ch. 03



"Kelse, I've been thinking about what you said, and I really don't want my real first time with a boy to hurt. I want it to be something I look back on and dream about. Do you think you could help me get rid of my hymen? I just want to get it out of the way."

Kelsey touched her hand to Sarah's knee and nodded. "Sure Sarah. I think that's a really good idea. I can use one of Rachel's toys and go nice and slow so it doesn't hurt too bad. And it only hurts for a few seconds – then who knows, maybe you'll cum again."



TO BE CONTINUED.

Coming soon:

Chapter 4 – Sarah's cherry gets popped



Siblings Teach Teacher



The story that follows was inspired by a true event in my life. Situations and details have changed to protect the participants as well as to try and make it all a bit more interesting. I cannot, for some reason, put an end to it so I am posting it as it is in the hope that someone might be able to complete it. Please feel free to contact me with your ideas and/or suggestions.

Dinos had been one of my favourite math’s students. When he called to ask if I wanted to go out for a beer with him I could not find a reason to decline, especially since I had always enjoyed his company. Now Dinos is in his early twenties and has grown into a handsome young man, with an athletic body and an attractive face. I am only less than ten years older than him so, we can find a lot of common topics to discuss and laugh about. That evening at the pub by the sea in Pireas, we were having a great time discussing our summer holidays and adventures with friends and girls. He went on for hours describing how he spent his time with his mates and how he beded a couple of luscious girls and I narrated my trip to the islands and the people I met there. Naturally I did not fail to give kinky details of my experiences. Time flew by without us realizing it and soon the clock on the wall showed three a.m. As we both had to wake up early the next day we decided it was time to leave. On the way back we both got so engrossed in the descriptions of how we managed to score during our holidays that when we arrived outside his house neither of us really wanted to part. He invited me over his place for a last drink, telling me that his parents would be out and naturally I could not refuse.

Once there and before we got in the house I knew so well after having being his math’s teacher for three consecutive years, he told me that his sister Eftihia would be at home and if she wasn’t watching TV we would better keep it down so as not to wake her up. 

At the mention of Eftihia’s name my heart suddenly raced. I guessed that Eftihia should be in her very early twenties now, and a dazzling lady too. All those years that I kept visiting their home for Dino’s lessons, I always kept an eye on his little sister, though with some guilt. She had the face of an angel with a dark complexion, typical of a Mediterranean girl and sparkling blue eyes, which always seemed to be smiling. Her promising full rosy lips as with her eyes always gave the impression of a pleasant smile. Her long dark blond curly hair framed her beautiful face and fell graciously on her shoulders. Eftihia was quite tall for her age and even at her late teens was quite developed, often making me feel I was ogling a grown up. I must admit that it was not without guilt that I had fantasized of her naked body next to mine, only to dismiss such thoughts as I remembered that she was my student’s sister and a teenager. My lust for her, however, grew as she became older and more desirable and I fantasized about her even more. Naturally neither my profession, nor my feelings for Dinos permitted anything, so I was satisfied with being able to admire her looks every time I went to their home. Obviously, I was dying to see her after all this time and I would be very disappointed not to be able to do so that evening. 

Luckily as Dinos opened the door, the distinct glow of a TV set confirmed that we would not have to worry about waking Eftihia up, and I would have the chance to see the gorgeous woman she had grown into. As we walked in she was startled by our presence at such an early hour, and as she turned to see who it was she rushed to change channels on the set. Although she tried hard to conceal it, she seemed to be upset to see us and from the scenes that I managed to catch on the screen, though not at all explicit, and her disheveled appearance I could easily understand the reason why. Being a typical Greek hostess, however, Eftihia smiled broadly as she straightened her clothes, and welcomed us each with a soft kiss on the cheek and after asking how our evening had gone she rushed to bring us something to drink. Though she did not spend a lot of time there, I didn’t fail to notice that under her loose fitting shirt and tracksuit was a luscious woman, confirming my hopes for her.

During her absence, Dinos started showing me his summer pictures, but my attention was still on his sister and what she was doing before we came in. I went over the pictures of landscapes and people I had no interest in without much attention and tried to imagine what she was up to before we broke her session.

I imagined her sitting on the sofa, her legs spread open and with her hand in her trousers she played with her wet pussy and swollen clit, her fingers running up and down her smooth pussy lips and hungry clitoris. Every now and then she would insert a finger in her, the warm smoothness of her cunt washed with sticky juices filling her with feelings of joy, making her hair stand on end, small gasps of ecstatic joy leave her rosy pouty lips. Her other hand was on her breast playing with her erect, brown nipples over her blouse, making them harder as she rolled and pinched them over the soft fabric of her blouse. All the while, her full lips open as she pants quickly and heavily, soft moans escaping her as she became more and more aroused. Her mind was filled with the images on the screen and her heart beat fast as she imagined herself being in the place of the woman in the film. She shut her eyes lightly as she imagined the hero’s hands caressing her young body and his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss, and her hands work faster on her cherry nipples and clit. She is getting nearer the peak point as her ‘lover’ is now pushing his thick hard cock in her delicate pussy and she drives her fingers through her rosy pussy lips and in her sweet cunt, making a gasp of bliss.

“Here you go!” 

I snapped to a joyful reality. Eftihia was standing right in front of me offering me the drink she had made. Through her shirt I could discern that she was not wearing a bra and her sizeable tities bounced happily as she moved. Once more I felt my heart racing as I watched her move towards her seat after she handed her brother his drink. She was wearing a string pantie and her round ass showed deliciously through the soft material of her tracksuit trousers. Her face was slightly blushed, the rosy colour on her cheeks showing that in the pretence of preparing our drinks she managed to finish off what she had started and we interrupted. Eftihia settled in the comfortable armchair she was sitting in when we walked into her and her brother and myself sat on the two ends of the couch opposite her. The radio had replaced the TV set, and from its loudspeakers romantic music from LOVE Radio filled the room.

We got into a fairly boring discussion of how we all spent our summer holidays and what our plans for the upcoming period were. Naturally we could not go into the details that Dinos and myself had gone earlier that evening, so we were restricted to the more conventional occurrences. After a while Dinos complained that Eftihia was sitting at the far end of the room and asked his sister to join us on the couch patting the space between him and me. With a grin she stood up and with her titties bouncing underneath her shirt she walked towards us and settled her divine body next to me. Her curves sank into the soft fabric of the furniture and her hair fell casually on the soft cushions. On a different occasion I might not have wondered why she sat so close to me and would have attributed it to coincidence or politeness, but as I had fantasized about her so much that evening I hoped that there was a different meaning to that move. In the split seconds that the human brain can build images and scenarios I had fantasized turning round and planting a wet passionate kiss on her desirable lips, our tongues meeting and engaging in a playful dance. In the same time, my hands would explore her body, following her full curves causing her hair to stand on end and my cock to swell to its full size. I fantasized about her reaching to stroke my hard member as my hand dived between her legs. In my mind I recreated and actually “felt” the softness and warmth of her thighs as I made my way to her sweet pussy. All the while I pictured her brother sitting at the other end of the sofa, his erect penis in his fist as he watches his sister engage in heavy petting with his former maths teacher.

My dazed look as I was daydreaming must have caught Eftihia’s attention and with the touch to my lap brought me back to the land of the living.

“Are you OK?” the soft voice interrupted my thoughts and the warm feeling of a palm on my thigh, a bit too close for comfort, brought me to reality.

“Yeah, just thinking of how quick summer goes by.” I replied vaguely, turning towards her, trying to wipe all the thoughts off my mind before I got caught. To my surprise, Dinos had now moved right next to his sister who was sitting with her legs slightly stretched. Dinos had his right arm around her, his hand resting on her breast, his left hand on her crotch. 

“What’s the matter kyrie kathigita (professor) got sleepy already?” Dinos added in a playful manner.

I was lost for words. Was it my imagination playing dirty tricks on me, or were the two siblings sitting as if they were lovers. After all the horny thoughts I had made and the alcohol I had consumed I was not sure if what I was seeing was me daydreaming, or whether it was what was actually happening.

“Come on kyrie kathigita don’t be so boring,” said Eftihia, rubbing her hand up and down my thigh, literally touching my crotch. 

“Well, if we quit talking about boring holiday staff, then you got my full attention.” I replied, planting a kiss on Eftihia’s lips. My heart was about to burst, as I tasted the lips I had so often fantasized about. I was also not sure if I had perceived the messages right, or whether I had let my dick-head do the thinking. I was dreading the worse case scenario was about to materialize, but as Eftihia opened her mouth invitingly and stuck her tongue in mine I knew I was about to have the experience of a lifetime. 

My cock was now standing in full attention and with the corner of my eye I saw that Dinos was not sitting there passively. He had lifted his sister’s shirt and was now sucking her left breast as he was rolling and twisting her right nipple between his fingers. At the same time he was rubbing her crotch over her trousers. That caused his sister to moan softly in my mouth at his tweaks.

So, here I was. Kissing the object of many guilty wet dreams and sticky fantasies, while all the while she was far ‘dirtier’ than I was. The sensation was great, the excitement of being caught in this incest affair incomparable to any I have had so far. The two siblings were so comfortable in this weird situation and seemed to have been enjoying each other’s company for a while, not a bit inhibited by my presence. 



Siblings Violated



 This story falls into two categories really, Taboo and non consent. I let a few people read it and after their opinions were taken in I submitted it to the non consent category. This is likely to be a multi part story 




The loud noise of the tires striking the bumps on the side of the highway jilted Jenna and her brother Steve awake. The 21 year old girl jerked the wheel hard to pull her black mustang back into the road.

"Hey I thought you were supposed to be keeping me awake!" She spoke with anger in her voice as she slapped her younger brothers arm. 

"Yeah well hard to do when I am sleeping also." Steve laughed as the slap barely phased him. The 19 year old reached down to adjust his seat from the reclined position. "Where in the hell are we?" He asked as he looked out the window not recognizing any of the landscape.

"I got off the main highway their was a wreck and well we are in BFE I believe." Said Jenna in between yawns.

The brother and sister were heading back home after spending spring break in Florida with some friends and family. The night sky was overcast blocking out light from the moon or stars. The only light around coming from the head lights of Jenna's new car.  

"Holy crap sis, we look like we are in the opening scenes of a horror movie!" Steve exclaimed as he looked around seeing nothing but miles not even another car on the road.

"Oh shut it bro I got this." spoke Jenna with a certain confidence in her voice, as she propped her knee against the steering wheel so she could use both hands to pull her long brown hair back into a pony tail.

Steve just shook his head, him and his sister had barely ever got along and this trip was no exception. They spent the whole ride fighting and not much had changed on the way back. He sighed heavily as he still was unsure why he agreed to go. His mother had begged them to go together hoping the road trip would cause them to form some kind of family bond that just did not exist between the two siblings. 

"Well Magellan do you have a clue where we actually are?"

"Who?"

"Holy crap! You don't know who that is?"

"Well uh no, you're the nerd here not me." said Jenna in a sarcastic tone, as she looked at her brother in confusion. It was not that she disliked him it was just they never had anything in common. It was thought she was to be an only child and then shockingly against the odds her parents managed to have Steve also despite all the complications. It was from day one he was treated a bit more special than her. 

Steve excelled at anything he tried, he was an honor roll student from the day he stepped foot into a school. Jenna on the other hand struggled at everything except boys. She had found guys willing to do pretty much anything for her if she just showed a hint of interest. She had just recently failed out of college and was still hiding it from everyone. 

"That is right I am the nerd because I paid attention! I'm sorry maybe if I was more like your knuckle dragging boy friends we could hold a better conversation." Steve spoke with such disdain in his voice. "Why in the fuck did mom want us to do this!" He yelled as he threw his hat at the dashboard.

"Can we just drop it? Look I don't know where we are and as soon as I find some signs we will be right back on the highway." Said Jenna as she shook her head at her brother's outburst. She knew in her heart that they were never going to be best friends, but in a way she really did hope they could find common ground one day. 

It was at this point the arguing came to a complete stop as the pitch black night sky was lit up. The all to familiar red and blue lights lit up behind the car. "Oh well ain't this just fucking wonderful!" Jenna punched the steering wheel in anger as she pulled the car off the road. 

"Just flash him and lets go it worked on the way down didn't it." Steve's voice dripping with sarcasm as he referenced his sister's flirting with a trooper on the way to Florida.

"Again shut it!" Jenna adjusted her tank top so the maximum amount of her D cup breasts would be exposed. She wasn't mad about what her brother said just annoyed by the fact he was so openly critical of her use of her sexuality. 

The two set in the care for what seemed an eternity, Jenna adjusted the mirrors to keep the flashing lights from hitting her eyes as much as she waited with her license in hand. A large man eventually made his way to the window. "Good evening sweetie, my aren't you looking quite sexy tonight!" The man spoke with a fairly thick Southern accent. 

Steve tried not to laugh as the man spoke. He found the thick Southern accent to immediately make the man sound stupid. 

"Something funny boy?" asked the officer

"No sir, that is just my idiot brother I apologize for him. So what is the problem?" Asked Jenna as she squeezed her arms together making her D cup breasts pop up a little more. 

"Well sweetie you were speeding. And well I don't take kindly to you city folks coming into my city with your fast cars thinking you can do whatever you damn well please." The officer spoke slowly and deliberately as he eyed the young woman's breasts. "And them fun bags of yours ain't gonna helps you none."

"Holy shit did you just say that? This is to funny!" Steve laughed uncontrollably partly due to the officers voice and language, but more then anything he was laughing at his sister being shot down.

The officer seethed with anger as he felt the young man was disrespecting him. "You little snot nosed mother fucker!" The officer jerked the car door open with such force, Jenna felt out to the asphalt. The officer reached in grabbing Steve by the arm and dragged him across the car and out the driver side door as well. The officer with ease tossed Steve to the asphalt next to his sister. "See y'all I was gonna be nice and now you done gone and pissed me off!"

Steve body ached from the slam he held his head and ribs as he looked up at the cop. "Listen you fucking hay seed I will have your fucking badge for this!"

The cop just laughed hard. His large belly jiggled as he did before delivering a powerful kick to Steve's ribs. "Now get you ass up boy!" The large officer jerked Steve up with ease. 

Steve leaned against the car in horrible pain. He was not a slouch at 6'1 and nearly 150 he believed he was in good shape and could handle himself. But he was in shock at how easily this man who was easily 6'5 and well over 300lbs tossed him with ease. "Okay you fat bastard! Let us go last warning!" Steve said as he tried to sound as tough as possible. 

The officer just laughed as he slapped a cuff on Steve's wrist before spinning him around to cuff the other. "Okay bitch get your slut ass off my road and follow me this little piece of shit is going to learn manners!" The officer barked as he dragged Steve violently back to his car throwing him in the back seat. 

Jenna pulled herself up off the road and watched as the car pulled in front of hers. She slowly sat back in her seat her hands brunt from scrapping the road when she fell out. She pulled her car into gear as she looked around for her cell phone. She felt relief as she thought she could call for help only to look at it and see she had no service. She followed closely behind the cop car for several miles as she hoped this ordeal would soon be over. The cop turned and drove down a long narrow road before coming to a stop outside a trailer.

"This ain't a fucking police station!" yelled Steve from the backseat.

"Well no shit who said anything about a police station. I said you needed manners not arrested, and for that matter so does that whore sister of yours." The cop exited his car and directed Jenna where to park as he opened the back door of his car and jerked Steve out. 

"Okay sir we are very sorry, can you please just let us go." Jenna spoke with fear in her voice her chested heaved heavily as she could barely breath. The heat was intense and the humid air only made things worse. 

"Jenna I am sorry." said Steve with genuine regret that he egged on the cop.

"Oh shut up boy!" The cop shoved Steve into the trailer as he motioned for Jenna to follow. "Your whoreish antics didn't help this either. I bet your a regular dick tease." The cop said as he grabbed Jenna by the hair jerking her head back with one hand as he pushed Steve onto a nearby couch with the other. 

"Officer please stop this!"

"Bitch my name is Buford!" He spoke as he held her there with ease. His right hand holding her hair as his lips touched her neck. 

Jenna tried to fight back, his breath smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. She was instantly repulsed as the redneck kissed and sucked her neck. Steve tried to get up but with his hands cuffed behind his back he was unsure what he could do. Buford saw him moving and drew his gun. 

"Now you are going to sit there quietly or I am shooting her first then you." Buford held the gun to Jenna's head as tears streamed down her face.

"It is okay Steve just don't try to help okay. I will get us out of this." Jenna said in between sobs. 

Buford wasted no time as he ripped Jenna's tank top off her body exposing her large D cup breasts. They were bright white in contrast to her tan skin. "No bra slut?" asked Buford as he attacked her breasts squeezing them roughly as he sucked the nipples.

Jenna tried to ignore his actions she kept imagining anything other then the situation they were in. Steve looked on in horror at first but soon his cock started to stir. He tried hard to look away but his sister's breasts were magnificent. He looked to his left and then to his right, but he always came right back to staring at them. His cock was getting hard as he cussed himself in his head for being aroused.

Jenna could see her brother as Buford sit in a chair and forced her to straddle his lap. She could see the bulge in his pants from across the room. She was angry that in a time like this he was enjoying it. It was at this same time that Jenna could feel her own body begin to react to the large cops tongue and mouth. He was a foul smelling disgusting man but he knew what he was doing. Jenna's pussy started to moisten especially when she felt Buford's hard cock poking at her. 

"Now you watch this boy." Buford spoke with arrogance in his voice as he dumped Jenna to the floor with a loud thud. 

Buford took his time removing his shirt then his pants as Jenna and Steve looked on. Buford was covered in hair almost bear like his gut was massive now with his shirt off the siblings believed he easily could be 400 pounds. He had a what looked to be a fairly long and thick cock sticking out from under his gut. He grabbed Jenna by the hair and pulled her mouth to his cock. "Now make with the sucking slut."

Jenna fought back the urge to gag as she could smell Buford's cock and balls. He was not horrible but he did have the faint scent of body odor. Jenna sat on her knees inches away from the burly man tears streaming down her face as she refused to open her mouth.

"Now I said or you want me to fucking kill you and little brother of yours? Ain't no one coming to save you, just do as your told and I will let both you go."

"Don't do it Jenna I would rather get killed then us suffer through this!" yelled Steve from across the room. His mind raced as to what if anything he could do.

Buford released Jenna and threw her to the floor as he walked across the room his gut and cock both bounced. He gripped his pistol in his hand as he grabbed Steve by the hair and pulled him off the couch and pushed him up against the wall. "Shut the fuck up boy! You don't want to die here, hell son your pecker is hard as a rock you like them tits don't you?"

Steve refused to give Buford the satisfaction of an answer as he tried to avoid looking the man in the face.

"I said you like them don't you boy? Or are you one of them gays?" Buford punched Steve hard in the stomach the boys body doubled over in pain as he nearly crumpled to the floor. Buford supported his weight holding him up as he pushed him back against the wall. 

Buford laughed at how easily he could drop the young man as he reached down and unbuttoned Steve's pants and jerked them down. The boys underwear was like a tent even in the immense pain he was feeling his dick cock was still hard. Buford leaned over to a nearby table and picked up some keys as he used them to release Steve's cuffs. "You know what both you strip I want you both naked now!" 

Steve and Jenna stared at one another for a few seconds and then without hesitation they both fully removed their clothing. Steve's cock throbbed as he looked at his sister's body she was a goddess to him her skin was a perfect tan all but her breasts and pubic area where she had perfect tan lines. He could at that moment see why so many guys gave into her. 

Steve looked down at his cock almost angry for the way his body was betraying him at this time. He did not want to be so turned on but it was happening. He looked at his fully naked sister who knelt back into the floor where Buford had dropped her moments earlier and said "I'm sorry." as a tear rolled down his cheek. 

Buford laughed as with gun in hand he returned to Jenna he held his cock in his hand and rubbed the head across her lips leaving a trail of pre-cum. Jenna opened her mouth for fear of what could happen if she did not. Buford let out a loud groan as he pushed his cock into her mouth. "Oh fuck yes this whore has got a pretty mouth." Buford let her work at her own pace for a few moments before he started thrusting into her mouth. His balls swayed back and fourth slapping Jenna chin as the top of her head rubbed the underside of his stomach. 

Steve stood motionless now his hands were free but he was paralyzed with fear. He was obviously no match for the man physically and add into the situation the gun. Steve felt totally helpless the air of superiority that normally surrounded him was gone. 

Buford thrust in and out of the girls mouth with great force as he looked over at Steve. "Damn boy that is an impressive tool you got. Did you know your brother was hung?" He laughed as his abuse of Jenna's mouth continued.

Jenna while always able to use men very rarely did anything with them. She had found that she did enjoy sucking their cocks and could often make men cum easily and she could get our of having to have sex with them. This man was different though he was fucking her mouth he was using her lips how he wanted, and in some strange way it was turning her on. She could feel it her pussy was getting wet she was scared and turned on all at the same time.

Buford grunted like a wild animal as he could feel his balls getting tight he was close to loosing it as he gripped her hair and jerked her mouth all the way to the base of his cock holding her there as he unloaded inside her mouth.

Jenna gagged and choked as the first blast of hot salty cum splashed against the back of her throat. She managed to choked down the next four massive jets of cum that flooded her mouth. 

"Well damn you are pretty good." Buford smiled as he pulled his still hard cock from her mouth. He looked across the room at Steve as he did it. "You like that didn't you? You want to put that dick in her mouth too don't you? Get the fuck over here!" He said as he pointed to the spot he was standing in. 

Steve responded as he was told. He no longer had the fight in him to disobey he truly believed Buford could and would kill them both. He followed orders and took Buford's spot in front of his sister. Steve's cock was throbbing he had never been so hard in his life as he felt Buford grab his cock. Buford stroked it up and down several times gripping it tightly. Steve liked it he could not deny it he liked having his cock touched and right now it did not matter to him that it was this red neck rapist.

"Suck it girl!" 

Jenna with smeared make up and tears in her eyes opened her mouth wide as she swallowed the head of Steve's long thick cock. She bobbed her head up and down taking it in inch by inch as Buford's hand jerked the base of it. Steve groaned as he loved the feeling of both sensations, he hated himself for it but he knew it felt good. 

Jenna sat on her knees as she sucked the cock slowly taking her time. She was furious that Steve was so hard and so turned on by seeing her humiliated and used like she was. But as her lips finally worked their way down to the base of his cock she realized Buford was no longer holding the cock he had also turned loose of her hair. She was sucking Steve's cock still but no one was physically making her. "Oh my god I like this." She said in her head as she slid her tongue around the underside of Steve's shaft.

Buford with his still hard cock was enjoying the show as he got behind Jenna he moved her body easily into the position he wanted as he sank his cock deep inside her bald pussy. Buford's grunts and groans earlier were nothing compared to the howl he let out as he went balls deep in her pussy. Jenna was the tightest piece of pussy he ever had. He pulled his cock almost all the way out before sinking it back in fully. She was dripping wet and so easy to fuck. 

Jenna moaned hard with each thrust her moans muffled by Steve's cock in her mouth. As Buford picked up the pace so did Jenna sucking Steve harder and faster. Steve could not hold back as he shot a load of cum bigger then their captors into her mouth. Jenna swallowed it all but this time she did not gag she swallowed it and kept sucking as if she was trying to get more out.

Buford's thrusts were powerful and hard as his gut pushed up hard on the girls ass. He was near cumming again he could not control himself her pussy was just to good as he gripped her hips tightly and started to empty himself inside her. Jenna screamed in pain at the grip he was using as Steve collapsed into the chair behind him. 

"That is some good fucking pussy you got there." Buford said as he stood up looking down at the young lady her own juices and Buford's cum leaking from her. 

Jenna laid her face to the floor not sure what to do now her ass sticking up in the air. She was on fire inside she had made Buford cum twice and Steve once. Her mind raced she was not mad at what had been done to her as much as she was now mad she had not got off herself. Buford's fucking was over to fast she wanted more. She lowered her fingers to her pussy and started rubbing the clit hard and fast. She knew then how she must have made all the guys feel when she did not give them what they wanted. 

"What's the matter whore you want more? Get over there and fuck your sister's cunt"

Steve whose cock was still semi hard followed the instruction like a trained animal as he walked behind his sister. 

"Roll over whore I want to see the tits as he fucks you."

Jenna rolled onto her back as she was told and raised her legs in the air. Steve looked down at his sister her hand working her own pussy like mad her fingers covered in her juices and Buford's cum. Steve's cock started getting hard again going from semi to fully erect. 

"Eat her pussy!" commanded Buford as he sit back in a nearby chair and lit up a cigarette.

Steve lowered his mouth to her pussy, as he spread her lips open he could smell Buford on her pussy. His tongue ran across her open hole and up to her swollen clit. He swallowed the cum and juices flowing from her as he did it. His tongue grazed her clit as Jenna's hips came off the floor as if she had been shocked. Steve moved his tongue around some more till he found that same spot again and this time he worked his tongue back and fourth on just that one spot. 

Jenna howled in pleasure as Steve was on the perfect spot it was not long before she was cumming hard. She felt a sense of satisfaction and relief fill her body as she came hard on his tongue. 




Siblings Violated



"Now fuck her."

Steve did not need to take another order he was no longer fighting against Buford's commands but rather enjoying them. He sank his cock deep into her pussy filling her up more then she had ever been filled before. Jenna let out a gasp as it felt like Steve was going to rip her open. 

"Oh fuck sis your pussy is so good."

"Oh your so big." She moaned back as she felt Steve's thrusts pick up pace faster and faster till he was fucking her good and hard.

Buford sat back and stroked his own cock hard getting himself hard again as he watched the brother and sister give into incest. Steve was fucking her with hard powerful strokes he was loving it as he pounded her pussy. Jenna's big D cup breasts shook back and fourth with each stroke as she pinched her own nipples, and moaned in pleasure. 

Jenna was cumming so hard and fast it seemed to be one long orgasm to her. Her body was actually almost hurting she was cumming so hard and fast. 

Buford was enjoying the show as he stroked himself. "Lay down boy and you whore you ride that fuck stick." Buford said with enthusiasm in his voice. 

Jenna and Steve followed his instructions. Steve no longer even paying attention the language used by Buford that he found so funny earlier. 

Steve laid on the carpet gripping his cock as Jenna hovered over him. "You want your sister's pussy?" She asked as she gave him just enough to allow his head to enter her. 

Steve could not hold back as he grabbed her hips and forced her down onto his cock. "You want your brother dick?" He asked as he filled her. 

Jenna nodded yes as her mouth was open but only inaudible sounds were coming out. She had never rode a cock before and she was in pain and pleasure all at the same time. Steve was fully inside her he felt bigger and harder then he did earlier. Jenna took a few minutes to get acclimated to the position before she started grinding her pussy onto his cock. 

Buford slapped his hand across her ass cheeks hard as she rode the big cock. His hand leaving large red marks across her white ass. He stroked his cock till fully erect as he spit in his hand covering his cock in his own saliva. He got into the floor and spread Jenna's ass cheeks open. He licked her hole and then down till his tongue hit Steve's shaft and balls then back up again. 

Jenna's body jumped and flinched every time the mans tongue touched her asshole. She had given up her ass to very few men and she knew she was about to do it again. Steve had a hard time not cumming instantly as the man's tongue worked his balls and shaft as he thrust upwards into his sister. 

Buford's tongue went deep into Jenna's ass lubing it with spit. He then took his cock head and popped in into her. "I'm gonna fuck your shitter!" Said Buford crudely as he without mercy pounded his cock all the way up her ass. 

"OH FUCK!" Screamed Jenna as she was double penetrated. The two cocks were fully inside her and both men were not wasting time they seemed to find their rhythm instantly. They both pound in with full hard strokes. Jenna was screaming and writhing the pain and the pleasure mixed she was cumming non-stop. 

Jenna's head spun she was reaching levels of pleasure she never thought possible. Steve balls and Buford's rubbing as both men kept their pace fast and hard. Steve could not hold back as he shot a load inside her. He overflowed her pussy with cum as he laid there under her while she continued to take the pounding from Buford. 

"Fill my ass please." She pleaded as the man's cock pounded her without mercy.

Buford was close to cumming for the third time as he thrust into her he could feel a warm sensation wash over his large body. He exploded inside her ass filling it with cum. 

Jenna so overcome with the orgasms blacked out and collapsed onto Steve. Buford rolled her to the floor where she lay lifeless as Steve and him both stood up. Steve avoided making eye contact he just looked at the floor and was unsure what to say.

Buford looked at Steve and smiled "Well I think we done fucked her lifeless." He pointed to Jenna laying motionless on the floor with fluids dripping from her holes. 

Steve could not help it the sight of his sister was still turning him on. His cock ached from the powerful orgasms he had but yet it still was coming back to life staring at his naked sister. He without thinking started stroking himself looking at her.

"Damn boy you need it again?" 

Steve could not answer he just kept stroking. He could not even form a rational thought in his head he was not sure what has came over him but he was wanting to cum again and as he jerked his cock hard. 

Buford slowly lowered himself to his knees and opened his mouth he swallowed Steve's cock easily. He sucked it up and down. Steve grunted as he looked down to see the large man sucking him off. "Oh fuck no don't I am not gay."

Buford did not acknowledge what the boy said and instead picked up the pace sucking him harder and faster as he reached around and gripped the boys ass cheeks pulling him deeper into his mouth. Steve was in shock Buford was an amazing cock sucker and it was not long before he felt another orgasm building. 

Steve stared at Jenna's naked body as he received the oral pleasure from Buford. He at first tried to pretend it was her sucking his cock again. But he could not fool himself and with the way Buford's tongue was working the under side of Steve's cock he did not car who it was.

Buford cupped Steve's balls rubbing them and squeezing them as he sucked the big thick cock. He could feel them tighten as she knew another orgasm was nearing. Buford pulled his mouth away and jerked Steve to another powerful orgasm. 

"Oh fuck." Steve said breathlessly as he erupted all over Buford's hairy chest covering it with cum.

Buford released Steve's cock and stood up. The two again were in silence as Jenna laid there. "I thought it was the least I could do to help you after all that has happened. Well I think you two have paid your debt. Why don't you get that sister of yours up and get the hell out of here."

Steve was shocked as he stood there looking at the hairy monster who had used and abused him earlier now acting like he was doing them a favor by sucking him off and letting them go. Buford jerked Jenna off the floor with ease and put Steve's shirt on her. She stirred only a little but was still out as the man carried her to the car. 

Jenna awoke as Steve backed the car out the driveway it was morning now the sun was coming up. Jenna looked out her car window her body ached from the pounding she took earlier she looked at the car sitting there and it was not a cop car it was just an old black sedan. "Was he even a cop?"

Steve dropped the car into drive as he wasted no time in getting away from the house. "No he wasn't sis just some guy. He told me that wasn't the first time he ever done that."

"Should we go to the cops?" asked Jenna as she looked around the car. "How did I get in the car?"

"No he does know where we live and he said he would find us if we did and well he helped me get you semi dressed and into the car after you passed out. He also gave me the directions back to the highway."

Jenna and Steve sat in silence neither spoke for several miles down the road. Steve turned the wheel and soon the siblings found themselves back on the interstate heading home. The silence was broken with Jenna unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over she smiled at her brother. "Well did you and Buford have fun without me?" She giggled as she as she unzipped his pants.

"What the fuck you were awake?"

"Awake enough." She responded as she pulled his semi hard cock from his pants. "I think I want some more, maybe mom was right we did find a family bond."



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 01



As I sat in the lobby of TF Green airport, sipping coffee I tried to keep myself from sinking into the depression that I had been mired in for the last couple of weeks. I was back home in Rhode Island where I had spent 33 of my 39 years/ and my younger brother Mark whom I hadn't seen in six months was on his way to pick me up. Problem was it was hard to be upbeat when you were as utterly exhausted as I was. The cause of this wasn't just my two hour nonstop from Chicago turning into an hour delay at O'hare and a three hour layover in Philly but due mostly to the latest bout of insomnia I'd been suffering from for the last two weeks.

Usually these spells which I've suffered from since the tender age of 10 are brought on by stress, in which case I should have seen this one coming. For the past two months I'd been painting 12-15 hours a day to get ready for an exhibition where I was the featured artist and in the interim had suffered the end of yet another failed relationship. This had been a recurring theme for me over the last ten years. After having never gotten into anything serious all the way up through my twenties and early thirties, which of course were also the years that I had spent battling drug and alcohol addiction, I had since attempted to find that elusive special someone with disastrous results.

The most recent of which was Laura, a thirty year old photographer whom I had met at one of my exhibits almost a year ago. Don't get me wrong I am not a lesbian in the true sense of the word or even bi on a regular basis, but over the years there has been the occasional woman who just seems to catch my interest. We had been living together for the last six months but eventually Laura, like the others before her had complained I was cold and distant, having heard that same line so many times before I guess I can't deny it, but considering some of the things I've been through I do the best I can.

Trying to get my mind off of those things I got up and tossing out my coffee cup walked around a bit. I hadn't texted Mark to come get me until I landed so I had a few minutes and I couldn't sit still. The thing about insomnia is the more tired you get is the more wired you get. As I wandered around the lobby I enjoyed the looks that I was getting from the few people still wandering around at ten pm on a Friday night.

Normally my appearance is not all that remarkable, I am a tall , slim very attractive, brunette. My most noticeable feature being a pair of amazing crystal blue eyes that most people think are contacts. Today however I had a private showing at The Black Flame, a notorious Goth club where Black Masses are held in secret every Friday night, well secret to all but those who attend. The showing ran late and unaware there was a delay I raced to the airport without taking the time to change so needless to say I was quite a sight especially for boring old little Rhody.

I had straightened my long normally curly jet black hair (which I will admit to coloring over the last couple of years) so that it hung more than halfway down to my waist, that along with my heavy black eye makeup was a sharp contrast to my fair, no let's be honest, ghostly white complexion. My right arm from the tip of my shoulder down to my elbow was covered by a huge green and black tattoo of the Greek gorgon Medusa, the coils of her serpentine body wrapping around the inside of my arm as well, I was wearing a sleeveless tight black top that was held together by a row of metal hooks in the front, and although my skirt was ankle length, the slit up the side ran almost all the way up to my hip, the ensemble was completed by a pair of knee high black boots with three inch heels. I certainly didn't look like your typical woman pushing forty coming to see her brother.

Not that I was typical in anyway and nor for that matter was my brother Mark, as the two of us had not exactly had an easy path to where we are now. As I finished my little tour I sat back down and as was impossible not to do when visiting home I caught my mind drifting towards the past. Whenever I allow this to happen I am reminded of a quote from Milton's Paradise Lost: "Long is the way and hard, that out of hell leads up to light."

Mark and I had been separated at a very young age when our mother had to give us up and through a twist of fate were reunited in a foster home when we were older. I was almost eighteen at the time and had been adopted by Doug and Denise Hanson whom I have since been happy to call mom and dad. Upon getting news from a social worker that they had located my younger brother, Mom and Dad immediately got him placed with us despite the fact he was almost sixteen and had been considered a problem child.

In the time we had been apart neither of us had gone through unscathed. I had been sexually molested for almost two years before being placed with mom and dad at the age of twelve. I was told later on that because of it I could never have children and even now thirty years later am still plagued by brutal nightmares which don't help with the insomnia any. On Mark's end he had bounced around for a bit and ended up in a home where he was beaten so badly his skull had been cracked, putting him in the hospital which is what led to us ultimately finding him. It goes without saying that Mark wasn't too well off and it was almost a year before he would even speak on a regular basis he also suffered from severe night terrors, and to this day cannot sleep in total darkness.

As for today however, both Mark and I have done quite well for ourselves. After finally becoming abstinent from drugs and booze at the age of 34, I have made quite a name for myself as a painter in the underground Goth scene. At my last exhibit I sold three paintings for $10,000 a piece and at the showing today, I received a $5,000 deposit from some rich poser who was going to pay me another $20,000 for as he called it "A Megan Decosta Original." In case you're wondering my parents are extremely religious and my paintings could put Bosch to shame so I use my birth mothers name as my professional alias.

On his end Mark has also done quite well for himself, despite spending his early twenties drinking like a fish, and fucking- as well as fighting- like an animal, Mark graduated Summa cum Laud from Suffolk university and is currently a senior partner with one of the best Law firms in New England, where he has become one of the top prosecutors in the private sector, having to date never lost a conviction. In addition Mark has obtained some local notoriety. Dubbed by the press as "The Bad Boy" attorney as much for his wild past as his almost legendary nightlife Mark has it all, looks, money, connections and of course women, his pick of them. My brother has a mantra "Every woman wants him every man wants to be him." Sometimes when I'm around him it's hard to argue that it's not true.

Of course this is what the world sees. On the surface we are as good as it gets, underneath however the two of us are more than a little broken. Both Mark and I like a lot of abused children live with a constant fear of rejection and a feeling of emptiness that can never be filled although we've tried. I spent years trying to drown it in drugs and alcohol, now that addiction is in check, its working my ass off and spending brief periods of time pretending to be happy with someone who cannot possibly understand me. For my brother its pure excess, Mark works out two hours a day, holds three different black belts and works 60+ hours a week, with a sex life that consists of a series of 20 year olds that he refers to as pets, trust me I am not the only one with issues here. A couple of years ago Mark put it best when he said that he was like an Easter egg that someone had saved for awhile. Sure it was pretty on the outside but if it cracked you wouldn't want to be around to see what was inside.

Speaking of the devil, or as he puts it sometimes "Just one of his servants." I saw Mark come around the corner and enter the lobby. As I watched him I couldn't help but smile and enjoy the show. Extremely attractive people have an air of chaos about them, Eyes widen, jaws drop, and people receive dirty looks from their spouses when they're caught staring. My brother was one of those people, as he sauntered through the lobby every woman regardless of age turned to look as he walked past and the best part of it was that in just faded jeans and a tank top not one of them knew that in addition to the looks he was a six figure a year attorney. Mark saw me and as he came over I stood to greet him.

"Well hello my beautiful little brother." I said reaching out to embrace him. I meant to just give a quick hug, but found myself squeezing him tight and holding on, realizing just how much I had missed him as well as how badly I needed him right now.

"Hey big sis." Mark said softly in my ear, as he spoke I felt a sense of relief flood through me. I knew everything would be okay now. Ever since we were reunited, no how bad things got or how many people I alienated Mark was the one constant; he was everything to me, my brother, my best friend and the one person who had never given up on me. I finally let him go and stood back to look at him.

"Damn I'm glad to see you." I told him and smiled, now despite my dark persona and appearance I have been told that I have an infectious smile, blessed with the type of full lips most women get injections for, my smile is actually a bit lopsided, but is genuine and always touches my eyes. It was the type of smile people that always caused people to smile back. Which is exactly what Mark did, flashing me that killer smile that had spread more legs than a gynecologist.

"Same here Meg, it's been awhile." 

As he spoke using the name that only he could get away with I looked Mark over thinking that he really was beautiful. Mark and I shared the same thick black hair and high cheek bones, but where I was fair with blue eyes, he was a bit darker and his eyes were a gorgeous shade of golden brown with flecks of green overall his features were a bit on the delicate side and he had been called "Pretty Boy" on more than one occasion. The beauty certainly did not stop at his face. Mark was slightly taller than I and was a hundred and ninety pounds of rock solid muscle, his shoulders were wide and his waist narrow, he was not muscle bound, but there was not a damn thing on him that was not exactly where it should be including a set of abs that would make a twenty year old jealous.

Mark, like me in a sleeveless shirt caught a bit of attention. Both of his arms shoulder to elbow were covered in enormous tattoo's, on the right was Pan the Celtic devil; horns, hooves and red eyes glaring, on the left was an incredibly detailed image of the Pale rider of revelations fame. With his build, the tats and his five o clock shadow Mark was flaunting the "Bad Boy" look and carried it damn well. As I looked at him his smile faded a bit.

"You look tired sis."

"I am little brother, I am."

"Just the flight or..." He trailed off.

"I'm having a bad spell Mark, a really bad spell." He nodded and reaching down grabbed my suitcase.

"Well then I'm glad you came up sis. You know that's what I'm here for." I smiled at him and kissed his scruffy cheek.

"That's right Mark; you always know exactly what I need."

We walked back through the lobby getting looks from both sexes now. I enjoyed the show as did Mark neither of us would ever deny being narcissistic. I stood out front with my suitcase while Mark went to get the car. It was a humid august night; the kind that you could taste the air and I hoped to hell Mark had air conditioning in that old car he drove. While standing there I watched a young mother playing with her baby and felt that familiar pang of heartache, this was a direct result of my mood as I'm not sure I would have ever wanted children, but it would have been nice to have the choice.

That train of thought was mercifully cut off as I heard the deep growl of Mark's perfectly restored grey 1972 Firebird. Mark jumped out and after tossing my suitcase in the trunk held the door open for me as he always did. Leaving the airport Mark got onto 95 north and immediately accelerated to a ridiculous speed. I leaned back in the seat and watched out the window as the houses and buildings blurred by.

"Are you hungry Meg?" Mark asked.

"Nah, I ate on the plane."

"You want to go...."

"Just your place," I told him "I'm not feeling up for anything okay?"

"Okay." He answered as we weaved in and out of the lanes. "The folks know you're here?"

"No, I'll surprise them tomorrow." Truth was I didn't want to get mom going, she could always read my voice. I figured a good night's sleep at Mark's and I would be in a better frame for my parents. 

"Laura?" He asked glancing over at me. I shook my head.

"Nope, same old story there." He nodded and turned his eyes back to the road.

We drove in silence. To this day Mark still didn't talk a hell of a lot unless he was either drunk or trying to pick someone up so he was more than happy to leave me in my thoughts which at the moment weren't the happiest. Looking out the window I realized why I had decided to leave Rhode Island in the first place. Everywhere I looked were reminders of those dark days of addiction. Over there was the house that I had lived in for three months trading sex for a room to sleep in and an occasional fix. Oh, and there was the condo where my one time fiancé Tommy had to call the ambulance when he had found me passed out, needle still in my arm. Oh home sweet home I thought bitterly.

Fortunately it was only a fifteen minute ride to my brother's place. Mark lived in the Promenade, an old mill complex that had been converted to luxury condos several years ago. Mark pulled into the garage and parked next to the black 2008 Lexus that he referred to as his work car and would be mine to use for as long as I stayed. We took the elevator to the top floor and as we walked down the corridor towards Mark's corner apartment. I got a kick out an older couple that walked by, after giving us a dirty look I heard the woman comment

"There goes another one." And her husband's reply of;

"At least this one's over twenty one."

Marks apartment was absolutely gorgeous, 12 foot ceilings and an 8 foot window overlooking the Providence River. The apartment was beautifully furnished but had a very sterile feeling to it. Mark had no clue about furniture or style for that matter so he had a friend pick everything out. The entire place screamed urban professional which was so unlike my brother, but then again the apartment was very much like that pretty Easter egg Mark had referred to.

"You want anything?" Mark called out as he went into the kitchen.

"No I'm all set for now." I told him as I walked over to the door of the Master bedroom. Mark had carved two Celtic runes into the oak finish One the symbol for pleasure the other for pain. I opened the door and walking in thought that here indeed was the inside of that egg.

Depending on your beliefs Mark's bedroom was either breathtaking or terrifying. The room was a work of art, a gothic paradise and a testimony to a lifetime of occult influences and Sadomasochistic sex. The room was dominated by a massive four poster bed made of pure Ebony. Each column from floor to ceiling was carved with ancient symbols and in each of those four columns was a concealed door that could be opened by a master switch, exposing chains complete with manacles. Topping it off was a deep red enclosure of pure silk currently drawn all the way back. The bed had originally come from France and had once belonged to a warlock in New Orleans who had been burned at the stake. Mark had paid $25,000 for it ten years ago.

Next to each side of the bed was a matching ebony nightstand each of which supported massive candelabra containing five black candles which were all currently lit. This set had come from a castle in Ireland and had been given to Mark by a witch of some repute. Upon closer inspection the flames were small glass light bulbs, afraid of a fire Mark had them wired. The effect was made even more realistic by the fact that they were set to flicker. On the wall over each of these were paintings by none other than Megan Decosta herself, however not the successful one of today but the struggling one of twenty years ago who at the time was convinced she could only paint when wasted.

The room had another of those amazing eight foot windows but this one had been covered up with a black tapestry that depicted several of the planes of Dante's vision of hell. On the left and right wall directly opposite each other were framed portraits of Anton Levay and Aleister Crowley. The best effects of the bedroom however were the mirrors. The entire five foot headboard was covered with one which directly reflected the equally large one over the bureau behind me. As I stepped directly up to the foot of the bed I looked at my reflection and could see my back in the opposite mirror. Glancing up I smiled into the enormous mirror mounted to the ceiling that was the size of the entire bed. The set gave an incredible panoramic view of anything going on in the bed at just about any angle.

I heard the door close and looking into the headboard saw Mark come up behind me, he had removed his shirt and in the mirror behind him I saw the reflection of the huge tattoo that covered his muscular back: A Baphomet; the half man, half goat sitting cross legged within a circle, the universal symbol of Satanism, as I said I am not the only sick one in the family Over it in gothic lettering was the Latin expression Lex Talionis, The law of retaliation.

"Ready for bed already sis?" He asked as his arms slowly encircled my waist pulling me back into him. I reached down to my left hip and unsnapped the hook causing the skirt to fall to the floor exposing my red thong.

"I think you know what I'm ready for little brother." I said softly as I looked into his eyes through the mirror. Mark bent his head and after gently kissing my bare right shoulder, began working his way up my neck. I sighed and leaning back ground my ass into his crotch even through his jeans I could feel how hard he was.

"That feels sooo sweet," I whispered "But that's not what I need Mark. Just take it." After almost a year without cock I needed it and bad. As I spoke I reached my right arm back and ran my nails through his thick black hair.

"Yeah? You in a hurry sis?" He looked up in the mirror and smirked. "I though that's why you liked women; because they take their time." He then moved my hair and kissed the back of my neck.

"I said take me!" I snarled and grabbing a handful of his hair pulled hard forcing his head up to look at my reflection. "Or have you been playing with little girls so long you've forgotten how to take a woman?" I returned his smirk, in the mirror I saw Mark's eye's darken and prepared myself for the fucking I so desperately needed. Mark's hands came around and grabbing the top of my shirt tore it open with one powerful motion. I wasn't wearing a bra and my tits sprang free. I'm not large up top but they were still perfectly round and firm, each pink nipple pierced with a silver barbell. 

"A woman," Mark sneered "More like a whore who's forgotten her place." With that he grabbed each of the barbells between his fingers and twisted hard. I cried out as an exquisite mix of pleasure and pain coursed through my body I swear I could feel my pussy begin to drip. Mark grabbed my hair and yanked my head back to look at him.

"Allow me to remind you." Stepping back Mark yanked on my hair again pulling me off balance, he deftly placed his leg behind mine causing me to trip. Using my hair as a handle he wrenched me completely around as I fell. My back struck the edge of the mattress and I slid down onto the floor in a sitting position my scalp burning with another delightful wave of pain.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 01



I reached up and raked my nails down his bare chest, he didn't make a sound but a look of ecstasy crossed his face. I grabbed his jeans and unsnapping them saw that he wasn't wearing any underwear, oh how I love that look! I reached in to grab my prize but Mark slapped my hands away.

"Like you deserve to take it out!" He snapped and moving quickly grabbed both of my hands and pushing them together captured my thin wrists in one hand, his grip was not gentle and I winced as he forced them back over my head. Despite the discomfort I watched in breathless anticipation as with his other hand Mark reached into his jeans and knowing I was dying for it slowly pulled it out.

Like the rest of him my brother's cock was nothing short of incredible, In plain English it was fucking huge, easily the biggest I have ever seen, well over 10" long, and thick as well. It was the type of cock that was as much a weapon as it was a part of his anatomy, many a young girl had squealed in pain from it and he loved every minute of it, and speaking of loving it I opened wide incapable of even pretending I didn't want it in my mouth.

"Yeah you want that cock?" He asked as he whipped it across my face slapping me with it hard enough to hurt.

"Don't tease." I begged giving him what he wanted "Please don't tease." 

That was the wrong thing to do. Mark pushed it against my cheek, I could feel his sticky pre cum drip on my face he then began spreading it around. I let out a low moan and looking up at him parted my lips and slid my tongue out, taking his dripping prick Mark touched it to the tip of my tongue giving me just a taste. I looked up into his eyes and whispered;

"More. Please more." 

That was all it took as he stepped up and shoved it three quarters down my throat. I moaned as I began to suck it in and out. I started slow but couldn't hold back and began going faster, I could feel him dripping down my throat and my mouth was stretched almost to the limit.

"Is that the best you can do?" He asked me "You call that head? Did all that pussy licking make you forget how to suck cock?" 

Knowing what was coming I tilted my head as far back as I could. My brother did not disappoint, pushing the entire length of his huge prick into my mouth he held it there for a few seconds then began slamming it in and out as if it were my pussy. Mark leaned over bracing his weight on the arm that was holding mine down on the bed stretching my shoulders painfully, as I sat there, arms pinned getting brutally face fucked to the point my eyes were watering I felt another surge of wetness flow through my pussy.

Mark put his left leg up on the bed changing the angle and forcing it even deeper. Reaching down he gave the barbell in my left nipple another twist I squealed around his cock and Mark gave a low groan, the noise sending a thrill through me for a moment I thought he was going to cum but instead he stepped back yanking his cock from my mouth.

"Oh goddamn!" I got out as I sat there gasping for breath.

"Fucking skank like you doesn't deserve to taste it!" He snapped. Then pulling my arms up demonstrated his amazing strength as using only the one arm yanked me straight up to my feet. I cried out at the searing pain in my shoulders. Holding me there Mark put his head down and began to roughly suck on my left nipple. This was his mistake as I dropped my head down and with no hesitation bit into the back of his shoulder. I tasted blood and Mark pulling himself back finally let go of my wrists and grabbing me by both shoulders, spun me back around shoved me down over the bed.

The bed had been set high directly at the height of Marks waist so his cock was at the perfect angle for this position. As he stepped up behind me he pulled my hair bringing my face up to watch in the headboard mirror. Taking his cock he placed it on my ass and rubbed it back and forth stopping with the tip on my own Baphomet tattoo at the very small of my back. I saw him looking up enjoying the view in the mirrored ceiling. I have to say from my angle it looked pretty damn good but I needed a fucking not a show.

"Are you going to fuck me or play with yourself?" I asked and was rewarded with a wicked slap across my ass. Mark did however slide my thong to the side and placed his cock at the very tip of my pussy. I tried to push back and received a slap to the other side of my ass. 

"Oh please just fuck me little brother I need that beautiful fucking cock so bad! I..... Oh fuck yeah!" I exclaimed as with one smooth thrust Mark rammed the entire length into my soaking wet pussy. Still holding my hair he began fucking me hard, long steady strokes that felt so fucking good I was yelping with each pump. To not have a man for a year and then to have this man was positively painful, my pussy felt stretched to its limit and I was loving every minute of it.

"Oh yeah, that's it Mark just like that, fuck that pussy!" Mark let go of my hair and grabbing my hips began slamming me even harder drawing me into his powerful thrusts with such force I was going to have bruises in the morning. It looked almost as good as it felt, Mark was slicked with sweat and the muscles in his chest and arms were flexing as he drove in and out of me. His dark eyes were reflecting the candle light giving the illusion they were glowing. His face was transformed into a look of pure lust and I knew the feeling. I was completely caught up all but screaming.

"That's right, fuck that pussy! Fuck your nasty big sister! Give her what she needs! Oh yeah baby just like that!!" Mark paused for a minute and with that trademark smirk said;

"What are you so happy for? I'm only fucking you because I couldn't take that lousy blowjob anymore."

"I'm the best cocksucker you've ever had. Now shut up and fuck me!" Enough was enough.

He returned to slamming me, he was going faster and his breathing was picking up he was getting close. That wouldn't do, apparently Mark had forgotten that his big sister always cums first.

"Good thing you got that big Prick." I told him in between my yelps of pleasure. "That's all it takes to impress the girls, I bet you forgot how to make a real woman cum." I smiled at him in the mirror. Immediately he pulled himself out and lifting me by the hips pushed me up onto the bed where I rolled over onto my back. Mark dropped to his knees at the foot directly between my legs and I put my boots up onto his shoulders.

Mark didn't lick my pussy, he attacked it. Plunging two fingers into it he began roughly shoving them in and out, as he did he began sucking hard on my clit so hard it was making wet smacking noises every time it came out of his mouth, once again that exotic mix of pleasure and pain flowed through me. I returned the favor by pushing down hard with my legs, the heels of my boots digging into his shoulders a thin trickle of blood began flowing down his left arm. I looked up and watched in the mirror. 

It was almost enough to make me cum then and there seeing myself stretched out naked my beautiful brother kneeling between my legs. I began playing with my nipples. I could feel my orgasm building and knew it was going to be best one I've had in a long time. Mark increased both the force and speed of his sucking and fingering.

"Ohhhh," I moaned it was so close! I could feel my legs tense up pushing onto his shoulders even harder; I arched my back and began pumping my pussy into his face. 

"That's right," I hissed between my clenched teeth. "Suck that pussy, your favorite pussy, the first pussy you ever had." I reached down with my right hand and got a hand full of his hair "The best pussy you ever had!" I felt the waves of orgasm starting to flow through my hips almost there, I was almost there.

"Make your sister cum little brother." I implored him.

Mark continued to suck and just as I was beginning to reach the edge he brought his right hand up and slid his finger into my ass. I came like an animal, head back, mouth wide open, and wailing like a banshee. As surge after surge of pleasure wracked my body I held Mark's head in place grinding it into my throbbing pussy. He was still sucking, and fingering both my pussy and ass when I realized another orgasm was right behind the first one.

"Oh god Mark, don't stop!" 

Once again I put my head back and screamed. I stayed there for a moment my back and hips off the bed and Mark's head trapped by my clenched thighs. Finally I collapsed back onto the bed my legs falling limply off his bleeding shoulders.

"Oh I oh..." I couldn't speak nor could I move I felt as if I had died and come back again. Mark stayed between my legs on his knees looking at me smiling

"My turn." He said simply. Standing up he pushed me further up on the bed then after taking a second to step out of his jeans, in one smooth motion came up onto the bed and keeping my knees bent over his shoulders drove his cock into me full force.

"Oh my fucking god!!" I shouted my legs were bent back behind my ears, my ass was off the bed and he was buried to the hilt inside of me. Mark began fucking the shit out of me there was no other way to put it he was putting everything he had into each thrust, I was beyond moaning now I was pretty much whimpering and it was driving Mark crazy. I reached up and put my hands on his sweat soaked back. Once again I looked up into the mirror and was transfixed by the sight of him over me the powerful muscles of his back bulging and his perfect ass flexing as he pumped me harder and faster. 

Mark was breathing hard and he was beginning to make those little noises that he always denied making when he got close. Knowing he was on the edge I took my nails and digging them in raked them as hard as I could down his back. The breath hissed out between his teeth. Keeping them in the same spot I ripped right back up through the trail I had left, Mark moaned and I could feel his arms tremble, at that moment I turned my head and bit savagely into his arm while scratching down his back again. Mark's eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a howl of his own as he came deep inside of me, spurt after spurt filling me to the point where I could feel it trickling out around his cock. He groaned and moving his arms so I could put my legs down he collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my legs around him.

"That's it little brother all of it." I told him as I clenched my pussy around him milking every drop. I could feel his heart beating against mine, putting my arms around him I held him there listening to his heavy breathing in my ear. I looked up and saw the long red lines on his back I knew the sweat had to be making them sting like hell, but also knew that he loved it. Mark slowly pushed himself up and sat back on his knees.

"Is that what you needed sis?" He asked breathlessly.

"You're always what I need little brother." I told him as I lay there unsure of whether or not I'd even be able to move. Mark smiled softly and leaning over kissed me. His face smelled delightfully like my pussy.

"I know the feeling." He agreed as he lifted my right foot up unzipping my boot and tossing it to the floor, he removed the other as well and then stood. "I'll be right back." He said and left the room probably to clean up his back, after all these had to be three hundred dollar satin sheets. With an effort I propped myself up and pushed up the length of the bed to the pillows. I was soooo relaxed and already knew I would sleep. Damn that had been incredible even by our standards. 

Mark came back in with a bottle of water which I gratefully accepted taking several long swallows I handed it back to him, he placed it on the nightstand on my side and took a minute to put the candles out, he would always leave the one on his side lit, then lying down next to me pulled the top sheet up to our waists. As Mark lay on his back I rolled over into him putting my head on his chest. He put his arm around me and said,

"Look up," Mark smiled at me in the mirror, "Are we not beautiful?" he asked.

"On the outside anyway." I told him which got a laugh out of him. This felt great but it wasn't what I really wanted. I rolled back over onto my right side and waited.

Mark rolled over next to me and sliding one arm underneath my pillow so that my head was resting on it, put his other arm around my waist and pulled me in close, my back up against his chest. This was what I needed, the one place that no matter how bad things were I always felt safe was right here in my brother's arms. Mark softly kissed my shoulder.

"Goodnight my sister. Sweet dreams."

I sighed contentedly, already feeling sleep beginning to overcome me, before I surrendered to it I whispered;

"I love you my beautiful little brother."



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 02



I awoke slowly, first opening my eyes for a moment then allowing them to close and drift off for another few minutes. How many times I did this, I'm not sure, but each time I basked in that warm drowsy feeling that if you've ever experienced insomnia is something you would kill for. As always, it appeared a visit with Mark was all that I needed. When I finally opened my eyes and could keep them open I saw that it was 7am, and as I rolled over I realized Mark had gotten up. I must have really been out not to notice him leaving.

Mark was a creature of habit. Although I hadn't heard the alarm I knew he had gotten up at 6am to go upstairs to the gym where he would work out until 8. Two full hours every day, weights, the universal, and a half hour session with the punching bag. This routine helped keep him sane. On the surface Mark did not appear to have the issues that I have had. Drug addiction is an obvious problem almost impossible to hide. Mark's addiction is more subtle, for lack of a better term Mark is a rage-a-holic. 

Having endured years of abuse at the hands of a coke addict (The one who fractured his skull) my brother has a lot of darkness inside. When he was younger this would lead to black out rages making Mark's insomnia all the more dangerous. Just like mine, it can trigger that darkness. Where I am self destructive, Mark is pure destruction. Put in an equation it would be; Insomnia +Rage +20 years of martial arts training equals: Oh shit! Seventeen years ago when he was twenty Mark ran into his foster father Max in a bar and using cocaine lured him back to his apartment where he came within seconds of killing him. Only a great lawyer provided by a family friend got Mark off spinning it as self defense so that it appeared Max had recognized Mark and had followed him home. Max had been in critical condition for over a week. Had he died Mark might never have gotten to where he was today.

Since then, with the exception of a few bad situations his drug addled sister put him in the middle of, Mark has been able to pretty much maintain control. His theory is that he works out early so he gets the adrenalin out of his system before anybody pisses him off. Anyone who has ever watched him work the punching back walks away disturbed. Although it was over twenty years ago Mark has told me that after a few minutes all he sees is Max who beat him mostly for talking if you can believe that. If you have the nerve to stand next to my brother while he is hammering away full force at the bag you can hear him whisper "Are you still making noise?"

Of course Mark has another outlet for that darkness and the room I was lying in was the prime example of it. Those of us who enjoy the S&M lifestyle are very critical of "posers" people trying to look cool or playing at it, attending the clubs thinking they're the shit when in reality all they are is bait for people like us. My brother is a true master of women, many of them having been broken and trained in this very bed. It is said that all Dominants were once themselves broken, and have learned to turn the tables. I myself was broken by being sexually abused.

To this day I sometimes have a hard time having sex with men when I am not fully in control, hence my tendency to dominate, however with women its different I am fine with lying back and letting them play. As for Mark; well the woman who broke him was none other than his nasty big sister. As I said earlier Mark is everything to me; brother, best friend and of course my lover of at this point almost twenty years. Rolling over onto my stomach I closed my eyes hoping to nod off again. As I lay there I reflected on our relationship.

Trust me I know that I sound like a sick puppy. I am well aware of the fact that fucking one's brother is generally associated with West Virginia trailer parks and is universally frowned upon but I have always believed if it feels good do it and fucking my brother has always felt pretty damn good. I mean don't get me wrong I don't advertise it. Mark and I have kept this secret the entire time and after all these years the only thing that bothers me about it may just be the fact that it's never bothered me. I was twenty and Mark was eighteen the night that I first seduced him and it just made sense at the time.

Back then, due to almost ten years apart, Mark and I were not that close in the sense of brother and sister. But we were very close in that we were both tortured souls who had been through and survived things that most people can't ever understand. So close in fact that even before my taking him we slept together. This started when I would hear Mark through the adjoining bathroom we shared wake up screaming from nightmares. After a few nights I went in there and lying down with him held him and told him of my own bad dreams. After that night at least a couple of times a week we would sleep in each other's beds.

Mark felt so good! As I had said before we both have that empty feeling inside but when we were close like that it seemed to disappear. It was as if we as if we fit together like two pieces of a broken plate. We were the only person the other trusted. Mark was the only man I knew who would never hurt me. In fact Mark, who everyone else considered a bad ass, followed me around like a puppy dog. I think it was the fact that I knew I could control him that led me to deciding to fuck him. Well that and one other issue

I was twenty and horny as hell and on any given day I would masturbate twice a day and some days? Well let's just say that carpal tunnel was in my near future. I was quite an attractive girl and had no problems getting dates, and although I would not refer to myself as easy, I wasn't all that hard to get either and had no initial qualms about letting some lucky guy get a piece of my pretty little pussy and if they were really good; a sampling of these made for cock sucking lips. Problem was most of the time; because of what I went through I would get uptight or nervous, not enjoying the way I should. I knew these guys weren't going to hurt me and I could spend all day thinking about the great time I was going to have, hell I could soak through my panties but when the time came I just couldn't seem to cut loose. Not that the guys seemed to notice, they thought I was a pretty good lay, little did they know they weren't getting half of what this nasty girl really wanted to give.

Meanwhile Mark was having issues of his own. Trust me when I tell you my brother was beautiful even back then. At eighteen he looked twenty one, and with those pretty features and a body that was the result of working out three hours a day, he should have getting more pussy than he could handle. Unfortunately because of what he had been through Mark still did not speak all that much and trusted no one, well that wasn't entirely true. Mark did trust one person. Who? Why his loving big sister Megan of course! Mark did have a girlfriend at the time named Krissy who was also amazingly still cherry. Between the two of them they were too nervous to cross the line. 

So here I was getting it, but nowhere near as good as I wanted it, and Mark not getting anything at all. Well hey the way I saw it we'd be helping each other. I'd be able to cut loose the way I wanted to and Mark would get over the hump so to speak. At that point he'd then be confident enough to go take his little Krissy and then she'd be benefitting as well! Whoever said I wasn't a giver? Since then Mark and I have always been lovers. The only thing that's changed over the years is the frequency, and that all depended on where we were in life. In our early twenties we were a constant. Matter of fact because of my issues with guys in general there was a period of a couple of years that Mark's was the only cock I was getting. That was also the time I myself was seduced by a fellow RISD student named Betty who introduced me to the finer points of the softer sex. 

During this time frame Mark and I would even go on weekend road trips to New Hampshire or New York so we could be together and not worry about getting caught. This was a dark time for both of us. I had just started getting out of control with cocaine and Mark and I both were drinking like it was a sporting event. Mark never had a problem stopping; he'd drink all weekend then go back to class on Monday. At the time he didn't realize that it wasn't just fun for me that I needed it. There were a lot of memories from those years good and bad, well wild and bad not so sure about the good. After that we slowed down as I was spending a lot of time in New York pretending to try to crack the local art scene but was really just getting wasted, even going so far as to take a job as an exotic dancer to support my habit. There were also several stints in rehab facilities that kept us apart. 

To me Mark and I have always been the best of both worlds. We genuinely love each other as brother and sister yet fuck like lovers. When I moved to Chicago I realized that since no one knew anything about me I decided not to tell anyone I had a brother. Because I'm adopted we don't have the same last name and our resemblance to one another is minimal I figured who would know? So when Mark came to visit I tell my friends that Mark's an old boyfriend from back home, a friend with benefits. When I told Mark that he had laughed and said; "More like siblings with benefits." Yeah Jerry Springer here we come.

Over the years Mark and I have never been exclusive and have a couple of rules that we follow. The first is that there is no jealousy, we both do whoever, whenever. The second is that when we are together neither of us picks up anyone else, and the last rule is that if either of us is actually involved with someone, other than pets, we lay off.

This has definitely been more my rule than his. Since I have been straight I have had several tries at happiness lasting anywhere from a couple of months with a few different guys up to Laura who at almost a year has been the longest to date. It's funny because when it's like that neither Mark nor I have any difficulty hanging back it's as if a switch was thrown. I have always believed it's because as much as we enjoy each other we would desperately love to see the other really happy. 

I did mention that this has almost always been my call however there was a stretch a year or so ago that Mark had someone. Samantha a 24 year old Suffolk Law grad who had started out as one of Mark's live in pets and somehow ended up in his bed every night and completely in love with him. More surprisingly was that Mark had fallen for her as well, he had even told me he thought he was in love. I was thrilled for him however a few months later he called and asked me to come see him. Samantha had left. For some reason even he couldn't explain he had pushed her away claiming he would ruin her. When I got there Mark hadn't slept in over a week and eventually broke down crying. My little brother had broken his own heart. Since then "The Dark Prince" (as he had been nicknamed by a few friends of his who shared our lifestyle.) has been back in full swing tearing into any young girl unlucky enough to fall sway to his killer looks and dark charisma. 

So needless to say I'm sure I wasn't the only one who greatly enjoyed last night's welcome home fuck. This has definitely been one of our longer stretches, and seeing I'm planning on staying the week I think we're going to do our best to make up for lost time. Unfortunately Mark had told me yesterday that he had to work this morning and it was to short notice to cancel so I would have to wait until tomorrow to wake up with him. Not that I didn't love it anytime but I've always been a huge fan of sex in the morning. Waking up to a nice orgasm and a good long fuck then maybe a nice hot shower together. With a sigh I rolled over.

Lying on my back I stared up at my reflection in the mirror and kicking the sheet off, stretched and admired how my ivory skin looked against the blood red sheets. I still felt delightfully tired, but as I continued to stretch and pose in the mirror I began getting worked up, the bed the mirrors, the entire bedroom just screamed of sex and sin. Slowly I trailed my left hand down my stomach and lazily opening my legs began to caress my smooth pussy. I let out a soft sigh of pleasure and closing my eyes thought back to last night. Remembering how good my brother's cock had felt and how hard I had cum. 

Bringing my right hand to my mouth I licked my fingers and began to play with my right nipple. This time it was a moan and not exactly a soft one that escaped my lips as my fingers moved faster. I watched as I played with myself in my brother's bed. Oh you nasty girl, I thought as I always did when I masturbated or fucked. I slipped my fingers into my hot wet pussy and pumped my hips into them. Then sliding them back up to my clit gave it a little pinch before rubbing in slow circles teasing myself.

At this point I wasn't just thinking of last night but was envisioning an entire week in this bed. Seven days of Mark's big beautiful cock, his soft tongue.... Oh yes, every night in every way. I thought of how hard he had taken me and knew that at some point this week when the mood was upon me I would take him just as hard. Take the time to remind Mark of who was in charge here. Little brother had been having his way with the young ones for far too long he would need a lesson. The Image of Mark on his knees kissing my feet and begging to kiss more drove me over the edge and arching my back I came long and loud. I then brought my fingers to my mouth and after tasting myself sighed contentedly and rolling back over on my stomach fell right back to sleep.

When I awoke I glanced over at the clock and saw it was only 8:30. I was still lying on my stomach and after a couple of minutes I began to slide myself back and forth a bit. The satin sheets were caressing my erect nipples and I could feel myself getting wet yet again damn what a great night's sleep, and this bed could do for me! Looking up my face was only a foot from the mirror and in the reflection I saw myself lying there one long leg poking out from the covers. I started to grind my pussy into the bed and was just getting ready to slide my hand underneath to my pussy (on a lazy day I could do this all day just play and sleep) when I heard the door knob turn. 

Quickly I put my head down and pretended to be asleep. I felt him approach the bed and a few seconds later I felt a gentle kiss on the bottom of my foot. I stayed still and then giggled like a girl when I felt him flick his tongue across the bottom of my toes.

"Faker." Mark said. He then slowly licked the entire length of my foot. My brother has one hell of a foot fetish and I have never complained about it. I mean you haven't lived until you've had a hot, professional man worshipping your feet.

"That's nice" I whispered. Mark grabbed the sheet and pulled it off of me. Then began kissing and licking my other foot.

"I thought you had to work." I said. His response was to move from my foot to my calf, as I lay there, my dripping pussy making a puddle on the sheet, Mark worked his lips all the way up the backs of my legs, getting another giggle as he kissed the backs of my knees, and then a moan as parting my legs he kissed my inner thigh. Mark pushed my legs further open and lied down between them. I raised my hips off the bed, and let out a soft whimper as he plunged his tongue into my pussy from behind then trailed it back to swirl around my clit.

Mark grabbed the bottom of my ass and spread me wide open and unlike last night's assault this time sucked gently in a slow steady rhythm. 

"Ohhh, that's nice." I said as he slipped two fingers into my pussy. I then let out a squeal as moving his mouth, he pushed his tongue into my ass.

"Look at you being a nasty boy." I whispered. Then another moan as he went back to my clit. I slowly slid my ass up and down so that he was licking the length of my pussy, then stopped and let him return to sucking.

"Faster," I begged. "Please just a little faster." Mark obeyed and less than a minute later I came in his face. As I collapsed face down on the bed he returned to kissing, now working his way up the middle of my back. It felt sooo sweet. Mark knew my body like no other and knew that by getting me off first he could take his time. Pushing my long hair to the side he continued up between my shoulder blades.

I folded my arms under my chin to hold my head up and watched, pussy dripping more than ever, as my brother slowly crawled up between my legs. Now completely over me his arms on either side, he lowered himself, and I moaned loudly as his cock slid down the length of my pussy. Mark didn't go inside instead he continued to tease each time his cock stroking my clit and making a wet sound as it slid against and away from my pussy. I wanted it inside bad, but I was so relaxed I let him take his time. 

Finally after several more teases Mark slid his huge hard cock all the way inside and holding it there bent his head over and began kissing the inside of my neck. As he did his eyes were open and we looked into each other's eyes. I smiled at him as he began to nibble my ear. What could be better than this? That question was answered as Mark began to literally do push up's coming almost completely out then driving back in. Watching in the mirror I could see his beautiful prick glistening from my juices, plunging in and out, almost as good was watching his arms flex as he raised and lowered himself in and out of me.

He was delivering slow steady strokes that were driving me crazy and I began whimpering with every one of them. Mark stopped and sliding himself out grabbed my shoulder and pulled, I rolled over onto my back and Mark immediately slid inside and began pumping me slowly. I wrapped my long legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I pulled him down into me and we kissed. A long slow passionate kiss as he continued to use those long steady strokes. I moaned into his mouth and he slid his arms underneath me so he was completely on top of me.

I looked up and admired the sight of myself wrapped around him. I could see the long scratches I had left last night and gently traced them with my fingers, not hurting just rubbing. My Ivory skin wrapped around his tanned flesh was a sexy contrast. As rough as he was last night was as sweet as he was being this morning. Once again Mark knew exactly what I wanted. He began to speed up and I whispered.

"Stop." When he did I told him; "Lie back it's my turn."

Mark smiled and rolled over onto his back I rolled over on top of him and after briefly tonguing his nipples slid down between his legs and took his prick into my mouth. I groaned in pleasure at the taste of myself off of his hard flesh. Unlike last night when it was force fed to me, I took the time to fully appreciate how amazing his cock was, licking the length of his shaft and rubbing it along my face. After a few minutes of teasing I took the entire length right down to his balls. Almost 12" of cock down my throat.

"Ohh damn." Mark moaned. There were very few women who could take the entire length the way I could. I swirled my tongue around and shook my head getting a louder moan out of him. I could feel his thighs begin to tremble. I removed him from my mouth with a wet slurping sound.

"Not yet little brother." I told him. I slid up and bracing my hands on his chest pulled my legs up so I was squatting over him and drove myself full force down onto his cock. We both cried out in ecstasy oh my god was he fucking deep! Pushing against his muscular chest I began to bounce up and down on him. We were both sweating and moaning. I let my legs go out along side of him and leaning back with my elbows on his knees placed my feet on the bed and began lifting myself on and off his cock. I watched again in the mirror as I rode him. Thinking; look at you, you dirty fucking whore! Riding your little brother's cock! Breaking the rules, taking what you want! I let out a startled yip as Mark reached out and putting his thumb on my clit began to work it in small circles.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 02



"Oh yeah, Mark! Look at you taking care of your nasty sister, giving her what she needs." I began grinding faster and he began bucking his hips into me.

"Hold on little brother," I told him. "You get me off first and your big sister will give you a treat." 

Mark grunted and closed his eyes trying to hold himself back. It wasn't easy as I was bucking like a fucking bronco. I took one hand off the bed and twisted my own nipple, the jolt of pain took me over the edge and like last night I through my head back and wailed like a siren I was cumming like a fucking freight train! I swear even harder than last night. I stopped moving and let myself lie back across his legs. I stayed there panting for a minute. Mark's cock was still inside but at an angle. I could feel him straining to pump it in and out trying to cum. I slid off of him and he groaned.

"Please Megan?" He asked; panting himself. Oh how that drove me crazy! I smiled at him.

"No worries little brother," I told him. "You did a hell of a job on my pretty little pussy so how about that treat?" Mark smiled he knew what I meant. It was what I would always bribe him with when we were younger and just starting out. I got back down between his legs and with no hesitation opened wide and took his soaking wet cock all the way down again. After several long sucks that had his legs shaking I stopped and said;

"Go ahead Mark, just like you know you want to." Mark smiled wickedly and reaching down grabbed two handfuls of my hair.

"Yeah that's right little brother." I was looking him straight in the eye. "Go ahead and fuck your nasty sister's face, like I'm one of your little fucking sluts. Make me take every drop!" I put my mouth over his cock.

I didn't have to ask twice. Mark immediately began pulling my mouth up and down off his cock going all the way down and back up. He was yanking my hair as he did fucking my mouth as if it were my pussy. I moaned every time it went deep and my eyes never left his. After several vicious pumps Mark let out a long groan and he began to cum. He stopped pulling but I began sucking him in and out taking every fucking drop that he had for me. Spurt after spurt shot down my throat. When he finally stopped I slid it almost all the way out but gave the tip a few more quick sucks and was rewarded with a couple of more drops.

Mark was lying back his chest heaving. I removed his cock from my mouth and couldn't resist one more look at the ceiling looking at my face next to his huge cock. Oh Megan you are a fucking whore I thought. I slid up the bed and gave Mark a long sweet kiss, he opened his mouth and I slid my tongue in complete with a couple of those last drops. Mark kissed me harder turned on by how he tasted off of me. I rolled off of him and we both lied there panting.

"See why it's a good thing I don't live around here anymore?" I asked.

"No not really." He said with a laugh. I rolled onto my side and put my head on his chest.

"I thought you had to work today."

"I do I pushed the client back an hour."

"You didn't have to do that Mark." 

"Are you kidding? It's your first morning back."

"They were okay with it?"

"Sure I told them my sister wasn't feeling well and I had to take care of her." I laughed and sat up so he could get up.

"Well hey I didn't lie." Mark said also sitting up. He glanced at the clock. "But I do have to go in a little bit."

"Okay." I told him as I lay back down. He stood up and looked at me.

"Well you know I haven't showered yet." I glanced up at him and gave him my trademark crooked smile

Without a word he leaned over, slid his arms under my legs and arms and lifted me effortlessly off the bed. I giggled like a schoolgirl again as he began to carry me out of the bedroom. Mark looked into my face and smiled, one of the rare real ones, the ones only I got to see, and the ones that touched those gorgeous eyes.

"I love it when you laugh like that." He told me.

"And I love it when you smile like that." I replied. 

Mark stopped walking and bending his head kissed me. Another long soft one, when he pulled his head back he had an odd look in his eyes but didn't say anything. He carried me into the bathroom where he turned on the shower and after getting the water just right took my hand and led me in. As I stood there in the delightfully steamy shower Mark got in behind me, and starting at my feet worked his way up my body gently soaping and rinsing every inch of my skin.

When he was finished with my body Mark shampooed my hair. I closed my eyes and leaned against him as between the steam and his fingers running through my hair I felt as if I could go to sleep right there. I wasn't even horny just completely relaxed and at peace for the first time in months. When Mark finished with my hair we traded places, and he washed himself quickly. I felt like a jerk but was totally spent and just leaned against the wall and watched admiring his incredible body.

"I'm sorry Mark; I'm just kind of out of it after..."

"No worries sis, I'm here for you remember?" 

He washed his hair and shutting the water off stepped out and after toweling off. He picked up another towel and held it open for me. I stepped out, my legs feeling like rubber and he wrapped me in the towel and patted me dry. Then once again he picked me up as if I were a child and carried me back to his bed where he laid me back down and pulled the sheet up to my neck. He kissed me on the forehead as If I were a little girl and said he'd be right back.

I must have gone out again. As when I opened my eyes he was standing over me. Mark had shaved and was wearing a pair of black slacks with a wine colored dress shirt and a black tie.

"You're as beautiful as always little brother." I whispered to him.

"Must run in the family." He told me with a wink.

"Hey Mark what time is it?" I was so comfortable I didn't even want to look over at the clock.

"Nine Thirty."

"Set it for noon for me? I want to surprise the folks and take them for lunch."

"No problem. By the way I made nine o'clock reservations at the Blue Grotto for dinner." 

My favorite restaurant! I smiled drowsily at him.

"Who's better than you little brother?" 

"Anything for you my sister." He told me as he leaned over and kissed me on lips. Although he had shaved and showered I could still faintly smell my pussy.

"I'll send the folks your love." I told him. He hadn't spoken to dad in months, which also had kept him from seeing mom, why I have no idea but would find out before I left for home. But for right now;

"Go back to sleep Meg." He said and with a brief touch of his hand to my cheek turned and went to leave.

"Mark?"

"Yeah sis?"

"Thank you." I snuggled further down into the pillows. "Every girl should have a brother like you." 

"They do," He began as he walked out the door. "Down in West Virginia." 



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 03



I sat outside on Mark's balcony smoking a cigarette and enjoying the beautiful August night. Despite the heat of the day it had cooled down quite a bit and there was a nice breeze. I stretched my long legs out and rested my ankles on the railing. Taking a long drag I let it out slowly savoring the taste. Smoking was the one indulgence I allowed myself and even at that I had cut down to less than a half a pack a day at this point it was more of a guilty pleasure than a need. I sighed contentedly and burrowed deeper into the chair wrapping Mark's red silk robe around myself.

I felt like a cat in the sun. Satisfied and content in every way. It was amazing what a great night's sleep and a day could make, and what a day it had been! Although I had slept over nine hours before Mark woke me up, after two orgasms and that amazing shower I slept right up until the alarm went off at noon. After rolling around in bed for a little while longer hunger finally forced me to get up. His fridge was full of healthy food and protein shakes so I settled for yogurt and a banana; I was already looking forward to eating like shit at the restaurant later.

After taking a few minutes to unpack I called the folks house and after getting no answer called moms cell. As always mom was thrilled to hear from me, I usually called at least twice a week but hadn't in a few days because I knew she would read the tone of my voice. I was sounding pretty good now however I wanted to surprise her so rather than tell her I was in town simply asked what she was up to.

I'm glad I did, as she told me they were in New Hampshire for a day trip. If I had told her I was here she would have made dad drive her right back. She told me they were coming back early tonight so I figured I would surprise her tomorrow. It was like pulling teeth to get dad to do anything these days and I didn't want to interrupt. We made small talk and she asked about Laura, I started to say something lame but she read through it and asked if it was over. I told her it was but enjoy her day I would call her tomorrow and we could talk about it. 

That made her happy. Mom still loved the "girl stuff" as she called it, and I enjoyed making her feel a part of my life as there were years that I all but pushed her out of it. Before she hung up mom asked if I had heard from Mark. I told her I talked to him last night and she asked me to get him to call she hadn't heard from him in weeks and hadn't seen him since he took her out for mother's day a couple of months ago. I told her I would get him to call and hung up before it turned into drama.

Seeing I now had no afternoon plans I figured I would swing by and see Mark's new office. Afraid of losing him to a large firm in New York the head of Mark's firm made him partner last year at the age of thirty six. The promotion came with a much bigger office, the Lexus, and because the firm had bought four units when the Promenade opened Mark didn't even pay rent only condo fees. Not bad for a street rat as Mark was fond of saying.

Not that there weren't a few people I wanted to catch up with, but I was here for an entire week and wanted it to just be family the first couple of days, hell another night with Mark and I would be all but reborn. If the way he treated me this morning was any indication my little brother must have really missed me.

Thinking of Mark I put on a simple white sundress and pulled my hair back in a pony tail. Mark was constantly surrounded by either gorgeous women around his age or hot little barely legal's and because of that he had a weak spot for plain old cute which I could still be well as cute as someone with a full sleeve tattoo of Medusa could be anyway. Just as Mark could play both pretty professional, and hot bad ass, I could pull off queen of the night as well as girl next door especially when I pulled out my ultimate weapon and Mark's total weakness; the pout.

I went into Mark's home office and grabbed the keys to the Lexus that were hanging on a hook. Before leaving I looked around. Mark was a neat freak and nothing was out of place making me want to mess it up on him but I would be nice for now anyways. I walked over to his desk and looked at the framed picture of the two of us that had been taken after he had graduated Suffolk law at a party held by several of the wealthier parents. It was another of the many humbling memories being home brought back.

The picture itself was wonderful, Mark was wearing a black suit and I was in a beautiful red dress. I had just given him a big hug, and my boyfriend Tommy had called out to us for a picture. We were cheek to cheek and smiling happily. Part of me always thought what a pretty couple we would have made. That thought however was always marred by the fact that with us that close and at that age you could really see our resemblance as brother and sister.

The tough part of the picture was at the time I was in my last month of a ninety day inpatient rehab and needed special permission to attend my brother's graduation. Not only that but I had absolutely nothing left of my own and Tommy bought me the dress that day. Poor Tommy, he was better than I deserved. We had dated off and on for years having met at a party back when he was also doing a lot of drugs. Tommy had straightened out and kept waiting for me to do the same.

Over the years I had stolen from him, cheated on him, and one terrible time he had been beaten badly by a drug dealer named Carson who I owed money to. Despite all that Tommy never gave up on me. He came to see me every day in rehab, and asked me to move in with him when I got out. I took him up on that offer. Three months later he proposed to me. Three months after that... 

I stopped myself there. As my therapist keeps telling me living in the past will never help the present. I sighed also thinking of the Rod Stewart song "Every Picture tells a story." Well if that were true then the picture on the other side of Mark's desk told the story of his own heartbreak; it was of him with Samantha and had been taken on cruise about a year or so ago.

Mark had won a big case that had taken months to settle and his firm sent him on the cruise to Bermuda as a bonus. He had taken along "Sammy" as he called her. In the picture Mark was shirtless leaning against the railing, Samantha was leaning into him and his arms were around her waist. Mark was smiling and I have never seen him look so happy, and as far as Sammy went she was beaming, all but glowing. Looking at her she hadn't even seemed my brother's type.

Samantha was attractive, with olive skin long dark curly hair and hazel eyes, but was nowhere near as hot as most of my brother's girls. She was even a bit on the curvy side but she had something that appealed to him; innocence. Ironically it was that innocence that attracted Mark to make her a pet. He was going to corrupt her, his own personal 120 days of Sodom. In the end Samantha had turned the tables showing my brother that not only could he be loved but love as well. 

Knowing Mark he kept the picture here as a reminder of what he had done. How he had broken not only her heart by sending her away, but his own as well. I shook my head it was time to go. Last night was great, the morning even better, and still ahead; an entire week of letting my little brother spoil me. I would not succumb to the recent melancholy that I had come here to escape. Just before I left I stared at the framed poster hung over Marks desk; it was the 11th Satanic Principal;

"When walking in open territory, bother no one. If someone bothers you, ask them to stop. If they do not stop, destroy them." Words to live by I thought as I closed the door.

My brother was surprised to see me and the first thing out of his mouth was how much he liked my dress. His office was nothing short of amazing a testament to the fact my brother never finished second at anything. One wall was a series of glass cases that were full of karate trophy's as well as academic awards from both PC and Suffolk. I had brought him an ice coffee and a sandwich, and as I sat across from him at his enormous mahogany desk --the one with another Decosta original hanging behind it- I couldn't help but think that he had earned every bit of this, just in what I put him through, never mind dealing with his own demons.

I told him the folks weren't around and I was probably just going to head back to his place but wanted to stop by and see his office. Mark told me to hold that thought and getting up walked away calling someone on his cell phone. Sitting there I could tell by the tone of his voice that not only was he speaking to a woman but one that he wanted something from. Those suspicions were confirmed when, I heard him promise dinner next Friday night. Hanging up the phone Mark came back smiling and reaching into his wallet took out a business card and handed it to me. 

"Spadyssey," I asked my eyes lighting up. "Are you kidding?"

"Nope, better get moving you have a two thirty appointment with Fiona for a massage, then a manicure, pedicure." He shrugged. "The works." 

"You are the best Mark really!" I gave him a huge hug. 

"Yeah well I heard you had a hot date tonight you should look your best."

"This place is the best." I told him.

"I know I send all my girls there." I rolled my eyes. Mark spent a fortune on his little playthings.

"Well I guess I'm off then." I told him. I was smiling so hard my cheeks hurt. I think I felt giddy I hadn't been pampered like this since... well maybe since the last time I came up here. Looking to make sure his door was closed Mark took my face in his hands and gave me a long lingering kiss that if he kept it up any longer was either going to make my legs weak or cause me to hop on his desk. Breaking it off he gave me a soft smile;

"Go enjoy my sister, you deserve it."

Enjoy it was an understatement. I was so relaxed when I left I thought I was going to need a cab to get home. However I did force myself to stop in a boutique and pick up a couple of things for later to show Mark my appreciation. When I did get home, I took my dress off and all but passed out in his bed for another couple of hours. 

Mark came home at six, an eight hour Saturday at the office, and we went to the Blue Grotto earlier than we had planned getting there at seven thirty. Dinner was wonderful; it's not like we talked much last night so tonight we talked about everything from work, to the Red sox and all things in between. I noticed he was staying away from the subject of Laura, which I appreciated, in turn I did not bring up whatever was going on with the folks.

I have to say as I sat across the table from him; it occurred to me that it was definitely better when he came to visit in Chicago. Twice I caught myself going to take his hand and I would have loved to rub my soft foot along his leg under the table. It's not like we were public figures but Mark does know a lot of people, and you have to understand Rhode Island is a very small State. 

I could tell by the way he looked at me that Mark felt the same way. I do not lack confidence in anyway, but have to say my brother has always made me feel sexy. Knowing he loved the color on me, I was wearing a teal dress which matched the polish on my fingers and toes, and the curl had come back to my hair which I was wearing down. At one point he looked at me and told me;

"You look beautiful Megan." I all but blushed. When we were together like this it made me feel as if we were kids again. After all doesn't every woman have romantic dinners with their brother? We took our time having desert and coffee, just what a couple of people with problems sleeping need; sugar and caffeine, and didn't get back until almost eleven. I had slept about 12 hours since last night and the eight or so Mark had gotten was a couple of day's worth by his standards so neither of us were tired. 

When we entered his apartment I told him I didn't feel like going to bed and was going to change. Mark said he'd meet me in the parlor he was going to check his e-mails. I rolled my eyes, and told him he had worked enough. I made him sit at the dining room table and going into the bedroom took off the dress. I was wearing a skimpy red and black lace bra with matching thong, over which I put on the white short sleeved blouse and plaid schoolgirl mini skirt I had bought. I left my feet bare and slipped one of his black ties around my neck. My little brother had been very good to me today; it was time to reward him.

When I came back to the dining room Mark was typing away on his blackberry. I cleared my throat so he knew I was there.

"I'll be done in a sec Meg." He said without turning.

"May I come sit with you sir?" I asked softly. 

At that Mark turned his head and seeing me his eyes widened. I strolled over and stood next to him.

"And why is my master working so late tonight?" As I spoke I lightly ran my fingers through his thick black hair, while removing the phone from his hand and tossing it onto the table.

"Do you have something better in mind?" He asked.

I hopped up on the table sliding over so I was directly in front of him.

"My master was very good to his little girl today." I told him putting my head down and looking up at him through my long lashes. "I just wanted to say thank you."

Mark was beside himself. Few and far between are the times that I play cute and demure.

"That is if you'll let me." I pouted "Will you please let me sir?" 

"Oh yeah," He whispered, his eyes already glued to my bare feet with their bright toe nails which I had placed on his thighs.

"My Master is to kind." Placing my right foot directly on his cock I began to rub it back and forth he was already hard.

"If it would please my Master I would love to show him how soft my feet are." I gave him another pout. "After all, you do pay to keep them that way."

"Please do." 

I leaned over, unzipped his pants and reaching in pulled his cock out. Leaning back I placed my bare feet on either side of it and began slowly jerking him off.

"Oh, that looks good." He breathed

When I got to the top I wrapped my toes around the head and squeezed. Mark moaned and I could feel my toes becoming slick. I rubbed the soles of my feet across the top getting them wet then began jerking him off again.

"Ooooh that big cock looks so good, all wet like that." I cooed. I then lifted my foot putting my toes to his lips.

"Would my Master like a taste?"

Mark parted his lips, and I pushed my toes into his mouth. As his tongue swirled around them I let out a moan as my own juices started to flow. I took my feet away and slid off the table to my knees, and taking his dripping cock into my mouth began bobbing my head in a slow steady rhythm. I was using just my mouth, my hands reaching up to unbutton his shirt. I lightly pinched both his nipples as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock getting a moan out of him. I stopped and stood up.

"If it pleases my Master his little girl would like to dance for him." 

I extended my hand, and pulled him up as he stood I angled the chair away from the table but close enough so I could still use it and sat him back down. He was still fully dressed with his cock standing at full attention in his lap. I walked away a few steps and pressed play on the CD player.

As Nickel Back's "I know who you are." Blasted through the living room I began swaying my hips and running my hands up my thighs lifting my skirt to give a peek at my thong. I strutted over directly in front of him and putting my hands on his shoulders shimmied all the down and back up again. I turned, and straddling him bent slightly gyrating my ass in his face then leaned back sitting on his lap and grinding into his bare cock knowing he could feel how wet I was even through the thong. As I did I unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall slightly off my shoulders.

Taking his cue Mark slid the blouse off, but when he reached around and tried to cup my tits I slapped his hands away.

"Be a good boy." 

Standing back up I shimmied again lolling my head back to let my hair swish across his bare chest. I kicked up and spun around, my leg going over his head so I was facing him again. I reached back and unhooking my bra let it drop then sitting on his lap shook my tits back in forth in his face letting my nipples brush across his lips, and putting the tie around his neck. When he put his tongue out I leaned back away from him, holding myself up with the tie against him, and continued to grind my hips into his cock. I stood up and turning my back to him shimmied out of the skirt kicking it to the side, and getting between his legs shook my ass in his face.

I turned back to face him once again straddling him and leaned over, this time placing my right tit in his mouth, he flicked his tongue across my nipple ring before eagerly sucking it into his mouth, I reached down and sliding my thong to the side with one hand guided him to my pussy with the other and letting myself go impaled myself on his cock. Mark let out a groan of pleasure. Rather than moving up and down I rotated my hips in a circular motion. Mark wrapped his arms around my waist and switched to my left nipple

As the song wound down I began bouncing up and down his hard cock. I wasn't moving a lot just a few inches at a time to tease and he moaned around my nipple. Putting my arms around his neck I began to ride him harder speeding up with the beat of the music. Suddenly an unwanted memory flashed into my head. 

I was in the dark back room of Club Fantasies strung out on coke, riding a guy in his forties, a hundred dollar bill stuffed into each side of my g string which was pulled aside. His business partner who had paid for the fuck was outside the door, awaiting his turn. I pushed the image away as fast as it had come and standing up turned around and sat back on my brother's cock sliding it in from behind. I leaned back into him and lifting my legs off the floor braced my feet on the table and began to push myself up and down.

Mark reached his right hand around grabbing my nipple, his left thumb finding my clit. I leaned back further and turned my head our lips met and we moaned into each other's mouths as I went up and down and side to side driving his enormous prick into my eager pussy. I began playing with my left nipple my other hand behind Mark's head grabbing a handful of his hair and holding his mouth to mine.

I broke the kiss asking;

"Is my Master happy with his little girl?"

"Oh very." He managed to get out in between moans as I began thrusting him further in and out.

"Happy enough to let her cum on his beautiful cock?"

"I'd love it." He whispered pressing harder with his thumb while pinching my nipple.

"Oh, thank you sir!" I exclaimed and pinching my other nipple drove my pussy down hard on his cock and came long, hard and of course loud. With each spasm that went through me I cried out and twitched my hips into him getting some noises from him as well. 

"Is my Master ready to give me my reward?" I asked. "Or shall I play some more?"

"Your Master wishes to cum." Mark answered. "And quickly, before I lose patience."

"Of course Master!" I dropped my legs to the floor and leaning forward grabbed the edge of the table. I began lifting myself on and off of his huge cock pulling almost the entire length out with each stroke and wiggling my hips on the way down. I started slow but gained speed until after a minute I was doing it so hard our flesh was slapping together and I could hear my pussy making wet sucking sounds around his cock.

"Oh yeah, just like that!" He exclaimed.

"Yeah? Is your little girl pleasing you Master?" I asked as I rode him even harder. "Is your dirty little fucking whore giving you what you need?"




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 03



"Oh she is!" He gasped. Grabbing my hips Mark began to help slam me up and down on him. I was amazed at his control as he somehow continued to hold back while fucking me even harder.

"Oh that's right little brother! Let your big sister take care of you, let her ride that fucking cock let her have it all of it!" I cried out. His breathing picked up, and he was whimpering with each thrust he couldn't hold back any longer, but I had one more treat for him.

"You ready to cum for your sister little brother?"

"Yes oh, yes." He groaned

"Hold it back!" Hopping off, I turned and jumping up onto the table placed my soft feet with their blue toenails around his cock which he was squeezing and began jerking it off with them.

"Go ahead little brother! Cum all over your sister's feet! All over those pretty little toes!"

"Oh damn oh..." Mark let his hand go, and his cum began squirting straight up before landing back on my feet.

"That's it little brother." I told him, as I continued to rub my feet up and down. "Let me have it!" 

I let out a soft moan. Damn that hot cum felt good dripping down my feet. I wrapped my toes around the head of his cock and squeezed wringing every last drop of cum out of it. Mark twitched and let out a long satisfied sigh as he slumped back into the chair. I looked down at his cock which had quite a bit of his cum all over it from my feet.

"Oooh," I cooed in the little girl voice. "Someone made a mess."

"Yeah..." He started but I cut him off.

"I think your little girl should clean that up." I slid off the table and onto my knees. Taking his still dripping, semi hard prick in my hand I rubbed it along the side of my face.

"Stic-ky." I said with a pout. I rubbed it along the other side so both my cheeks were glistening with his cum. Then meticulously licked every drop off of his cock, Mark moaned as I also made sure to lick his balls clean. I finished by sucking his cock in and out a few more times getting another couple of drops. Then sat back on my knees;

"All gone!" I told him giving him my sweetest smile, followed by another perfect pout. 

"Did your little girl do a good job of saying thank you Master?"

"That you did my sister." He said giving me a tired smile "That you did."

"Good." I stood up and sitting back on his lap hugged him close his head between my tits.

"Thank you little brother," I pulled back so I could give him a kiss. "For everything." I added then went back to hugging him. Mark returned the hug holding me tight. We stayed there for a few minutes. Once again the thought crossed my mind that the two of us were sick. I had just gotten done fucking the shit out of him, but as I held him tight it was as his grateful sister. I thought as I always did was that in the end what really mattered was we were always just what the other needed. 

Neither one of us were tired so here I was out on the deck and at the moment loving life. I leaned forward to put the cigarette out then sat back. As I did I heard the door slide open and Mark came out with a mug.

"I made you a cup of tea." He said handing it carefully to me. I smiled at him.

"Earl Gray?"

"Why of course." He answered. 

Mark was wearing just a pair of the loose fitting black pants from his karate uniform and looked damn good as always. I knew that despite the four orgasms and couple of good fucks I'd already had today I would be taking him again before the night was over, but for now it was just nice to feel this relaxed. Mark sat next to me in the other chair and also put his feet up on the railing.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. I sipped at my tea reveling in how good I was feeling and Mark just stared off into space thinking of god knows what. Trust me when I tell you my brother has a pretty strange mind and is capable of getting lost in it for hours at a time. After a bit I said to him;

"Know what this reminds me of?"

"The porch swing at the folks?" I smiled.

"Remember when we couldn't sleep we'd sneak out and sit on it, and talk all night?"

"Yeah, and when we ran out of things to talk about we'd make up stories for each other." As he spoke he picked up my pack of Marlboro's and taking the lighter out of it lit one and took a long drag on it.

"I thought you quit?" 

He smirked at me.

"I did but you make it look good." With that he leaned back and opening his mouth blew a perfect smoke ring. He sighed and continued; "Besides you've always been a bad influence."

"Yeah just me," I told him, and then smiled as a thought came to me. "Hey little brother?"

"Yeah Meg?"

"Tell me a story." He laughed.

"What kind of story?"

"I don't know something naughty and fun." I snapped my fingers. "You know seeing you said I was a bad influence why don't you tell me all about your first time."

"I think you know seeing you were there."

"Yeah but I want to hear you tell it." I looked over at him. "C'mon little brother, tell me all about how your nasty big sister took your virginity." I paused then added; "At eighteen."

Mark gave me a dirty look.

"It wasn't my fault I was just you know..."

"Shy, I know all about it. Now go ahead and tell me the story." I smiled at him. "Tell it like you were telling one of your dirty stories for your little friends."

Mark belonged to a "Club" as he called it where all the members' men and women alike were gorgeous, professional, well off, and sexually dominant. They met once a month, had dinner then sat around swapping dirty stories about their latest conquests. The club was secret and according to Mark had been around for generations.

"Shhh." Mark said "You're not supposed to know about that." 

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Whatever," I once again pulled out the pout. "Tell me the story little brother."

"You mean about how you stole my innocence?" To his credit he kept a straight face.

"Oh Please!" I laughed at him. "You know you had me believing that bullshit for a few months until you finally admitted you'd been spanking it to me for months before I took it."

"You took what you wanted." He said. "That's my story and I'm sticking to it."

"Then tell me the story councilor." I reached out and put my hand on his thigh. "Please little brother?" 

Mark sighed and taking the cigarette from his mouth opened his right hand and ground it out into his palm. Through years of karate exercises Mark's palms had rows of calluses and his face registered no pain whatsoever. No matter how many times I'd seen him do it it still made me wince. It was however, one hell of a bar trick.

"Sure why not." He paused as if thinking where to start.

"Okay," He began finally. "It was Friday, the folks were away, you had to work, and I had spent all week planning on it being the night I finally got Krissy to put out..."

To be continued next week in Siblings with Benefits Chapter 4



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 04



It was ten o'clock on Friday night and I was lying in my bed completely frustrated. The big night I had looked forward to all week was here and somehow was ending like all the rest of my nights. I was alone, unable to sleep and would eventually jerk off because it was the only way I ever got off. I stared up at the ceiling watching the patterns the flickering of the candles on my nightstand made and sighed. 

The day had started out as it was supposed to with Doug and Denise leaving early in the morning to drive to New Hampshire where they were going to stay until Sunday. This was the first time they had gone away since I had lived there and coupled with Megan's having to work until eleven it gave me the house to myself for most of the night. 

Summer had just started and I was working at a construction site where Doug had gotten me a job. The pay was decent, and I enjoyed the work, it was hard labor, but it was outside so I was getting a great tan while adding to what was already a pretty solid build.

I got off at four, cashed my check, and after stopping home to shower and change, picked up Krissy who was the main part of my plan. Krissy looked hot in a denim mini and the cutest little pink top that showed off her amazing tits, well I assumed they were, it's not like I had seen them yet. I was driving the black 78 Lesabre the folks had bought me as a graduation present and I took her to Friday's for dinner, then a ride to the beach for Ice Cream. After that I stopped home, and asked her if she wanted to come in.

Krissy knew no one was home but after a brief hesitation said okay. I was nervous but excited as we went up to my room. I lit the candles and shut the light off, when I turned to Krissy she was on the bed with her shoes off and hair down. This was it I thought I was finally going to get laid! I sat next to her and we started making out pretty hot and heavy, I got her shirt off and seeing her tits in just her lacy pink bra had me so hard it hurt. Krissy grabbed my cock through my jeans and after giving a little gasp-not that I had much to go by, but from what I had seen in the magazines I seemed pretty well hung- began to rub it. 

At that point I went all in and sliding my hand up her skirt, slipped my finger into her panties and felt her wet pussy, we both moaned and I rolled over on top of her ready to try to get her skirt off when a car door slammed directly under my window. Krissy jumped off the bed so fast she almost fell off. I looked out and saw that it was only the guy next door but when I turned back to Krissy she was putting her shirt back on and saying she was sorry but she was too nervous. I tried to talk her into it but after a couple of minutes gave up, she really looked upset so I took her home.

As soon as I got back home I went up to my room and jerked off, then still feeling wound up went into the basement and lifted for an hour, pumping the weights thinking I should be pumping Krissy. I took another shower, a cold one. Slipping on a pair of shorts I lied down and tried to read for awhile. 

I was reading Aleister Crowley's Do as you Feel with mixed emotions. Like Anton Levay Crowley talked about being better than the rest, a God amongst the herd, I felt I was one of those people. I had graduated top of my class and was going to PC in September with a full scholarship. I made all state in baseball and after only two years of karate was going for my black belt next month. As far as my looks went I turned the head of every girl I walked by, unfortunately I couldn't get anywhere with them. Well Krissy was the only one I wanted and so much for that.

I tossed the book aside disgusted. True I had all those things going for me but I was also an eighteen year old virgin who was afraid of the dark and slept with his sister when I had bad dreams. Not just slept with her but let her hold me like I was a baby. Yeah I was an alpha alright. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep which was always a crapshoot on the best of nights, let alone when I was aggravated. I tried just letting my mind drift and as always I started thinking about sex again.

It only took a couple of minutes of that before I started getting hard again. I tried to fight it, I mean I had just jacked off a couple of hours ago, but then again if you're not getting any it's not like you're wasting it. I slipped my shorts down past my hips and using my left hand began to stroke it. Closing my eyes I replayed the scene with Krissy except this time after grabbing my cock she slid down onto her knees and unzipping my pants began to suck on it. I started jerking faster as I pictured my big dick in her face going in and out of her mouth. I was getting close when it happened again; Krissy's face was replaced by another girl's and not just any girl; Megan.

I stopped stroking thinking; again with this? It happened for the first time a couple of months ago. I was jerking off thinking of Krissy, when I had a vision of my sister underneath me, naked, sweating, and moaning my name. I felt so bad the next day I couldn't even look at her. Since then though, it was hard not to.

Megan was absolutely gorgeous with her long dark hair, amazing blue eyes, and that adorable smile. I also couldn't help noticing her body was pretty hot too. I checked out enough girls to know she wasn't too big in the tit department, but at 5'8 her legs were incredible and she had a perfectly shaped ass that I had a hard time not looking at whenever she bent over.

"You're a sick fuck Mark." I said out loud. 

Then again it was only a thought, I mean I wouldn't try anything. Megan was the best thing that ever happened to me. Doug and Denise were nice to me, but Megan loved me. I trusted her completely, knowing she would never hurt me the way so many others had. So at this point if I started thinking about her I would usually just let it go, it was just a phase. If I ever got laid I would probably get over it. Of course what didn't help was the fact we slept together sometimes. For a longtime Megan would wear a t-shirt and shorts to bed, lately however that had turned into underwear- a tank top with, as I was painfully aware of; no bra. 

I think she caught me looking down her shirt one night; I could see all but her nipple and was staring when she woke up and asked what I was looking at. I mumbled something stupid and rolled over. It got worse a week later when I had spent a torturous half hour staring at her ass in a pair of black panties. Megan rolled over with her back against me, pushing her ass into my hard on. If there was any chance I thought she didn't notice it was gone when she giggled and said; 

"Someone must have had a good dream!"

Speaking of those black panties, I realized I was still holding my cock and figured why the hell not? I returned to stroking it picturing my sister in those little panties, her tight little ass. Yeah I thought, afraid of the dark, a virgin, and jerks off to his sister. 

I jumped at the sound of a quiet knock at my door. My heart pounding I looked at the clock on my nightstand, it was just after eleven.

"Mark, you awake?" Megan called softly. Before answering I pulled my shorts back up and made sure the covers were over my lap.

"Yeah," I called out. 

The door opened and Megan came in, still wearing her uniform from Vinnie's which I was quite a fan of. The uniform consisted of a formal looking long sleeved white blouse and a black skirt that didn't go down much further than the curve of her ass, black stockings, and heels that I had no idea how she walked in.

"Hey little brother," She said "Sorry I'm late, they let me stay until eleven, and I could use the money."

"No problem," I said "I've been home since eight."

"How was work?" She asked. As she came closer to the bed I looked down at her legs and thought again how good they looked. The stockings making them look even better. I wondered what those stockings would feel like.

"Mark?" She asked again louder.

"Sorry." I said looking up at her. She was looking at me strangely.

"Work?" She repeated.

"It was alright."

"What about after work?" She asked, flashing that famous crooked smile of hers. She had known what I was planning. "You see your little Krissy?"

"Yeah I picked her up after work and we went to Friday's." 

As I spoke I notice she was looking at me, but not my face following her eyes I swore she was staring at my chest or arms one of the two. Seeing she was no longer looking at my face my eyes slid back down to her legs again.

"That's cute." She said. I looked back up but she still seemed to be fixated on something other than my face. Finally Megan looked up and smirked. 

"So, you bring her back here?"

"I did. I got her in here." 

"Oooh," She sat on the edge of the bed. "Tell me more." 

"Nothing to tell," I began. "We were getting pretty close, and then she heard a car door and got scared." I shook my head disgustedly. "I feel like a fucking loser."

"Don't Mark, she's a good girl and you're still kind of shy, but it'll happen." Megan put her arm around my shoulders and smiled reassuringly.

"Maybe even sooner than you think." 

"I guess."

"You want to talk?" She asked.

"No, I'm okay" 

Megan stood back up,

"You sure? I don't mind."

"No really, I'm fine." I told her.

"That you are little brother," She said in an odd tone that made me look back up at her she was staring at me again with a weird look on her face.

"What do you mean?" I asked. She gave me an odd smirk and shrugged.

"Just telling you that you look good Mark, those weights are really paying off."

"Oh thanks."

Megan continued to stare. I began to feel a little uncomfortable with the way she was doing it, then she smiled again, a real one.

"Well I'm going to shower and go to bed okay?" 

"Good night Megan." 

She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek the added with a wink.

"Sweet dreams little brother."

I lied back and closed my eyes again. I had kind of lost the mood to get off, and now just tried to keep my head clear, and drift into sleep. I heard Megan enter our adjoining bathroom, and start the shower. I pictured her in the shower, her naked body covered with soap. This time I succeeded in stopping myself and began to take long deep breaths like when I meditated at karate class, after a few minutes my thoughts cleared, and I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke to the sound of the bathroom door opening. I was lying on my side facing the other way, Megan whispered;

"Hey little brother, up for some company?" 

Having fallen asleep on my own and fairly early by my standards, I was a little annoyed she had woke me up, but if she was coming in it meant she couldn't sleep and needed me. My sister had let me come into her bed many times so who was I to tell her no?

"Yeah okay." I answered groggily.

"Oh, were you sleeping?" She asked. Still facing away from her I said;

"Yeah, but that's okay I don't mind." 

"I feel bad though," She said from a little bit closer than before. "Maybe I can make it up to you somehow." 

"That's okay," I repeated still shaking off sleep. "Really."

"That's good," She said. "Because I want to talk to you little brother." As she spoke I rolled over onto my back and turned to look at her. Oh, fuck me I thought.

Megan was standing a few feet from the bed close enough that I had a good view of her in the candle light and a view was what I was getting. Megan was wearing a silky red tank top that had black lace across the top of it. The top didn't even go all the way down stopping several inches above her waist showing off her flat stomach and if the top wasn't enough to make my eyes widen the panties were nothing short of breath taking. The front was red lace and the sides were literally only black strings that were tied at the sides leaving her legs bare all the way to her hips. I swallowed hard. Oh, it was going to be a looong night.

"Something the matter little brother?" She asked. I shook my head not trusting my voice.

"Good," She said, and took a step towards me then looking over her shoulder said(,) "Oh I didn't close the door."

"That's okay." I said quietly. She shook her head.

"You know how I am with open doors at night..." 

I did. She was afraid of them because as a little girl she was forced to sleep with it open so her step father could watch her. With that Megan turned around and walked towards the door. I felt my jaw drop.

Megan looked just as good from behind the shirt was lower cut leaving almost her entire back bare her long dark hair fanned across it. But once again more eye catching were the panties(,) like the top there was less in the back. Almost her entire ass was visible as she walked over to the door. I stared transfixed by the sight of her legs, ass, the swing of her hips, even the small of her back everything looked so good. Realizing I was hard as a rock I looked down and saw the covers had risen around my crotch. As I heard the door close I quickly slid up into a sitting position so the blanket was gathered around my waist. Megan turned and walked back over. I was staring and knew it but I couldn't help it at this point she stopped a couple of steps from my bed and asked;

"Watcha looking at Mark?"

"Umm I.." I shrugged, "You I guess." A whole lot of you.

"Yeah? Just me? Or do you like my new jammies?" With that she raised her arms up over her head which made the top ride up even higher. I swore I could see the curve of the bottom of her tits.

"Uh yeah," I whispered hoarsely, "They're umm really pretty."

"Good," Lowering her arms she made her way over to me. "Because I wore them just for you." 

She sat on the side of the bed facing me one leg up on the bed the other on the floor.

"You did?" She nodded.

"Well I know you like red and black and," She winked. "I know you like to look at me." Megan leaned closer. I could smell her perfume. "Don't you little brother?" She asked and smiled, it was an odd one. It was real, but not sweet at all.

"I guess so." Was all I could come up with.

"You guess?" She asked and pouted a little as she did I noticed she was wearing lipstick. Why would she be wearing lipstick? I wondered.

"Mark? You don't like how I look?"

"Of course I do" I told her. She smiled this time it was more like her normal one.

"Good." She said and reaching out touched my face. Megan's nails were long, and bright red with black tips. Using just those nails she lightly ran them down my cheek giving me goose bumps. "Because I love to look at you." 

"You do?" My heart was beginning to pound. 

"I do." She nodded "You are a hell of a good looking guy Mark. The best looking guy I've ever seen." She stroked my face again this time with the back of her hand, as she did my eyes dropped she was leaning over and I could see half way down her shirt. "My beautiful little brother," She said then sat back.

"I'll tell you Krissy's a lucky girl."

"I guess."

"Oh trust me Mark there's a lot of girls jealous of her, they want to know what she's got that they don't." Megan smiled coyly. "They figure she must give it to you pretty good, and you guys haven't even done it yet." 

"She's nervous," That got another laugh from her.

"Just her?" I put my head down.

"Guess I am too."

"Why? Your damn good at everything else Mark I'm sure you could handle that."

"I don't know." 

"Bet you're a great kisser."

"I'm okay I guess." I thought I was pretty good, but it's not like it had gotten me anywhere.

"You like it?" She smiled again "You like kissing your little Krissy?" I nodded.

"Yeah? You think about it all the time? Her soft lips?" She was making me nervous, something wasn't right here.

"I do." I answered simply.

"So Mark?"

"Yeah?"

"You ever think about kissing me?" I looked into those weird ice blue eyes, was she kidding?

"No" I lied.

"Why not?"

"You're my sister." I pointed out. She shrugged.

"I'm also a very pretty girl who loves to kiss." She cocked her head and winked at me.

"And I have very nice lips. They look good for all kinds of things no?" I knew exactly what she meant, one of the kids at school had made a comment that Megan had blow job lips. Of course I had sent him home with a pair of split ones. Megan pushed her lips out me. 

"Go ahead Mark give me a kiss, you know you've thought about it."

"I don't know Megan I..." I stopped as she shook her head.

"Guess you don't like me then."

"Well it's not that it's just..."

"Just a kiss Mark. I just think you'd be a hell of a kisser. Please?" She asked and pouted again. 

"Just one little kiss?" 

She was using the little girl voice that I was a sucker for. With that she closed her eyes, and tilted her head waiting. My heart pounding, I hesitated, she looked so good, her lips were parted and pushed out just a little. Taking a deep breath I leaned over and kissed her quickly, and pulled back.

"Oh come on Mark!" Megan exclaimed rolling her eyes. "What do you call that?"

"A kiss?"

"I want a real one not one you'd give Denise."

"I wouldn't kiss her on the lips." I said lamely.

"C'mon Mark, one real one." 

Once again closing her eyes she waited with those perfect red lips. Okay I thought, she was the one asking I wasn't doing anything wrong it was just a kiss. I leaned in again, but this time when I kissed her I did it softly and stayed with it moving my lips back and forth. Megan returned the kiss and turned it into another, keeping her lips locked on mine.

"MMM." She moaned in her throat. The sound made me kiss her harder. Megan reached around and put her arm around my shoulders, then slipped her tongue into my mouth. Surprised I went to pull back.

"UH-UH." She grunted, and putting her hand on the back of my head held me there. Again Megan pushed her tongue between my lips. This time I opened my mouth and let her. Our tongues swirled together, and I made a noise that sounded like a pathetic whimper. Megan made a laughing noise in her throat but continued to kiss me. Unable to resist I put my hand up and began to run my fingers through her long black hair, I could smell her strawberry shampoo mixed in with her perfume.

"MMM HMM" Megan encouraged, sliding her other arm around me. I put my hand on her bare shoulder as we continued to kiss, alternately sliding our tongues into each other's mouths. Krissy didn't kiss like this, I thought then felt bad, but not enough to stop. Megan took her right hand away from my head and grabbing my hand slid it down placing it directly on her left tit. With a start I pulled back breaking the kiss and yanking my hand away.

"What's the matter?" 

"I um I can't..." I stopped feeling embarrassed. I was out of breath and at this point so hard it was painful. Megan looked at me, then shrugged and said;

"Damn Mark that was one hell of a kiss. I mean it," She shook her head. "Damn little brother," Like him, she was also breathing heavier and her normally fair cheeks were flushed. "Did you like that?" 

"Yeah that was something." I told her. I was going to need to sneak into the bathroom for sure tonight.

"How come you moved?" She asked sliding closer to me on the bed.

"I... Shouldn't touch..." I couldn't finish.

"You don't like my tits?"

I stared at her shocked. This was way past a kiss, despite the cool air coming through the window I was beginning to sweat. I could feel how red I was, and was well aware of the painful throbbing in my crotch,

"It's um..."

"I mean I know they're not as big as Krissy's but there still nice." She told me putting her hands up underneath and cupping her tits through the shirt. I sat there with no idea what to say.

"I mean you've played with hers right?" 

"A little." I said softly just happy to be off the topic of hers.

"A little? Come on Mark are you telling me you haven't done that?"




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 04



"Through her bra but that's about it." Megan laughed at me.

"So you haven't even seen them?" I shook my head, again feeling embarrassed.

"Damn." Megan said "She is a good girl."

"She's kind of shy." 

"Once again Mark. Just her?"

"I guess I am a little I just don't..."

"Know what you're doing." Megan finished, then appeared to think for a minute, she had removed her hands from her chest and was resting them on her thighs the red nails bright on her ivory skin.

"So you've never seen girl's tits?"

"Just in a movie."

"That doesn't count Mark."

"Guess not then. I'm just a loser" I said, not liking the fact she was making fun of me.

"Awww," Megan reached out to touch my face. I pulled away. "Don't be mad Mark, I'm only playing, it's sweet that you two are like that."

"Whatever."

"So Mark?" 

"What?" I asked looking over at her. Megan smiled mischievously.

"Wanna see mine?"

"Do I..?" I caught myself and asked. "What?" 

"My tits. You wanna see them?" I stared at her speechless.

"I'll show them to you." 

Grabbing the bottom of her shirt she began to lift it up. Once again I could see just the swell of her tits as I sat there unable to move, my mind spinning. Megan stopped and added;

"If you ask really nice."

"Ask? I shouldn't be looking anyways." I told her hoping I sounded convincing. Megan kept her hands on her shirt and pouted.

"You don't want to see?"

"Shouldn't." I repeated.

"That doesn't mean you don't want to."

I was getting confused. I knew this wasn't right, but damn did she looked good, and oh how I wanted to see them. Seeing my indecision. Megan lowered her shirt and said;

"The sister thing again?" Yeah that little thing I thought.

"Mark, listen to me. I know were brother and sister, and it's supposed to be wrong, but who makes the rules? It's not like we really grew up together. Besides," She lowered the shirt and took my hand. "We complete each other Mark, you know that. Neither one of us trusts anyone and why should we? You're the only guy who I know will never hurt me and you know I love and need you." She smiled at me.

"You feel so good when we're in bed Mark and were young and hot, why the hell not? We've been screwed over enough by life. It's time we said fuck you and took what we wanted." At this that evil little smirk returned.

"And little brother, what I want is you, and don't even tell me you don't want me. I felt it in that hard on you had the other night. So fuck the rules and let's have some fun. Your big sister needs you Mark. Really needs you." With that Megan once again pulled her shirt up stopping just short of showing me.

"Now if you can look me in the eye and honestly tell me you don't want to see them I'll just get under the covers and go to sleep, but I have to believe it so go ahead and tell me." I swallowed hard and tried.

"I really..." I stopped, and looked at her helplessly. She was right. Why should we care what people thought? Never mind she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. Megan laughed softly.

"I thought so." She said and with that pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it aside.

"Ohh" I whispered softly. Megan's tits weren't as big as most of the one's I'd seen in the books but they looked amazing, perfectly round, and not sagging like the bigger ones did. The skin around Megan's nipples was light pink and barely visible on her Ivory skin. Her nipples were erect and looked as hard as my cock. I noticed each one seemed to point up a little.

"You like?" she asked and putting her arms down into her lap brought them together pushing her tits out more. I nodded then feeling like an idiot tried to find my voice but all that came out with a weak;

"Yes."

Megan slid even closer to me where I was propped up against the bed. I couldn't back away if I wanted to.

"You want to touch them Mark? I'll let you." 

"I don't know I just..." I couldn't take my eyes off her nipples. I was so hard my balls were beginning to ache.

"You know Mark," Megan began "The reason you and Krissy haven't yet is your both nervous because you two don't know what you're doing." As she spoke Megan put her hands on her own tits cupping them. 

"Well Mark it's up to you to take control. Krissy never will, she's not supposed to. You are." 

Taking her nipples in between her index fingers and thumbs Megan began to play with them, rolling them between her finger tips. At this point my mouth was all but hanging open.

"You have to take her Mark, nice and easy, but you still have to take it, but you're afraid of not knowing what to do. So how about I show you?" One hand at a time Megan brought her fingers to her mouth and after wetting them began to play with her nipples again.

"Let your big sister show you how to take care of your little Krissy." She whispered. Then removing her hands from her tits she leaned forward and kissed me, this time her hands rubbing my chest then sliding up to my shoulders. Breaking the kiss she said; 

"Damn you feel good Mark." Before I could reply she kissed me again. I went to put my arms around her neck but Megan grabbed my hands and placed them on her tits. This time I didn't pull away. Damn they felt good! Soft and smooth, I could feel her nipples poking into my palms.

Megan slid her mouth from my lips and began kissing my neck. 

"Go ahead," She whispered in my ear. "Play with them." 

Beyond even pretending I didn't want to I squeezed them, gently rubbing my palms across her hard nipples, and speaking of hard was I ever! 

"MMM," Megan moaned, "That's nice." She continued to kiss my neck, removing her hands from mine and putting them around my shoulders. I took her nipples between my fingers and pinched.

"Ow!" Megan yelped pulling away.

"I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, "I didn't mean..." I stopped feeling like an idiot. Megan laughed.

"Hey it's okay! Just go easy." I nodded.

"They're really sensitive." Reaching out quickly with her left hand Megan pinched my right nipple.

"Hey!" That hurt!

"See?" She asked. "You don't want to do that to Krissy do you?" I shook my head.

"Okay here." Taking my hands she put them back on her tits. "Now just roll them between your fingers easy, don't squeeze. Still feeling stupid I did as she said.

"Ohh that feels good Mark," She sighed heavily. "Oh yeah it does."

Megan's mouth was part way open, her eyes rolled back. Reaching down she took my right hand and bringing it to her lips put my finger tips in her mouth wetting them. Watching her tongue my fingers was more than I could handle I let out a soft groan. Smiling Megan sucked my fingers into her mouth holding them there, and swirling her tongue around them. I needed to cum so bad it wasn't funny. Releasing my hand Megan did the same to the other then said;

"Go ahead."

Using my now wet fingers I went back to playing with her nipples.

Megan began breathing heavier, and her face became flushed, she started to rock her hips back and forth on the bed.

"Oh yeah that's nice." Megan leaned in and we kissed again. Putting her hand on the back of my head she ran her fingers through my hair then taking her lips away, pulled my head down to her left tit.

"Go ahead Mark suck on it." She said softly. I opened my mouth, and remembering my mistake with my fingers slowly closed it over her and nipple, and gently sucked on it.

"Yeah just like that." Imitating what she had done to my fingers I began swirling my tongue around it in my mouth.

"Ohhhh, that is soooo nice Mark." She moaned as I switched to the other nipple.

"Thats right," Megan said "Look at you sucking on my tits. Look at you being a bad boy." She moaned again and shoved my face harder into her tit the nails on her left hand dug into my shoulder, it hurt but somehow felt good at the same time.

"That's okay though," She told me "Because your sister's a bad girl isn't she Mark?" 

I didn't answer, captivated by not only the feeling of her tit in my mouth but by the reaction I was getting from her.

I dropped my hand onto her thigh and slid it up between her legs as my hand touched her panties I could feel they were wet. Oh god damn! I was turned on, and apparently so was she. Megan grabbed my hair,

"Okay stop." I looked up at her.

"Did I do it wrong?" She shook her head.

"Oh no Mark, you did just fine that felt reallllly good," She cooed. "Did you like that?" 

I nodded.

"Yeah?" Megan asked. "Let's see how much." grabbing the covers she tossed them off the bed.

"Hey!" I cried out.

"Oh Mark" Megan whispered looking down at my crotch. Following her gaze I saw that not only was my painful hard on pushing my shorts almost straight up, but there was a large wet spot where it was dripping.

"Um sorry," I could feel myself blushing.

"Don't be." Megan said enthralled by the bulge in my shorts as I watched she slowly licked her lips. Then grabbing it with her right hand squeezed.

"Ohhh" I groaned loudly. Oh that felt good!

"Goddamn little brother!" Megan exclaimed "There's nothing little about you." She shook her head. "Not at all." She squeezed harder, and I moaned again watching the wet spot got bigger.

"Wow that's hard," She began to slowly pump it with her hand. Looking at me she smiled wickedly. "Is this all for me?" Swallowing hard I answered;

"Yeah, oh yeah."

"Yeah? That nice hard cock's all for me?" At the word cock I felt another shudder go through my body I felt like I could cum already and as much as I knew this was wrong I found myself hoping she wasn't going to tease.

"All for you." I panted as she stroked faster.

"Now we're having fun." She said. "I want to see it. Take these off." She moved her hand, waiting expectantly. I hesitated, and she rolled her eyes.

"Mark you were sucking my tits and I was just stroking your cock, let's not be shy now." 

Feeling self conscience I took a deep breath and lifting my hips off the bed slid my shorts down. My cock sprang free, it was so swollen the head was turning purple.

"Oh my god!" Megan said staring at me wide eyed.

"What?" I asked afraid I'd done something stupid again.

"Mark, this thing is huge!" I was going to say something lame like thanks, but all that came out was another loud groan as Megan grabbed and squeezed again.

"Oh look at that." She whispered staring at it. As I watched she squeezed harder. My pre cum began oozing out and her red nails looked incredible around it.

"Oh yeah let's get that nice and wet." After squeezing again she stroked all the way down using my cum to wet it.

"Oh damn!" I moaned. I was sweating; my heart feeling like it was going to pound through my chest.

"Ooooh" Megan cooed, "Someone likes that doesn't he?"

"Oh yes."

"Yeah? And you didn't want to. You like me stroking your cock don't you?"

I nodded unable to speak. 

"Tell me." 

"Tell...?"

"Tell me you like me playing with you Mark. I want to hear it." I shook my head.

"I can't." I said.

"Fine." She said stopping.

"No please, don't stop" I gasped.

"Aww does someone need to cum?" Part of me still couldn't believe this was Megan, or that it was even happening, but I was completely caught up and god did I need to get off.

"Yes, oh please don't tease Megan."

"Ooh I like the sound of that little brother." Megan grabbed my cock at the base and stroked.

"Oh yes." I whispered, it wouldn't take much more. Megan stopped with her hand at the bottom then placing her other hand on top of it wrapped it around my cock.

"Two hands," Megan said. "Jesus Mark I've been with guys in their twenties who don't have this much." 

Vaguely I wondered how many guys she had been with, but decided who cared? Taking her top hand off Megan began to slowly pump my cock again giving it a little squeeze each time she got to the top. I felt my thighs begin to tremble; I was going to cum soon.

"You wanna cum Mark?" Taking no chances I answered right away.

"Yes, oh please yes."

"Well you know I want you to, but know what? You could give yourself a hand job." She looked into my eyes, "I know a better way." 

She stood up and walked around to the foot of the bed then as I watched Megan put her knee up on the bed and crawled up between my legs. Was she really going to...? Megan lied on her stomach and grabbed my cock again. Putting her mouth directly over it she looked at me.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"Uh huh," Was all I could get out. Megan squeezed it again, and when some more pre cum oozed out she touched the tip of her tongue to it and pulled back, a sticky line cum went with her tongue.

"Oh My God." I gasped. Just like the movies!

"Oh Mark this cock is so nice." Taking it she rubbed it alongside her face. Then starting at the base licked up along the side. I moaned again.

"You think about this a lot Mark? Getting a blow job?"

"Yes." I said. The tip was inches from her lips, and I was straining not to push it up at her.

"You think about your sweet little Krissy down here sucking on this big cock?"

"Oh yeah." Megan once again rubbed it on her face.

"What about me Mark? Ever think of your sexy big sister with her perfect lips sucking you off?"

"I ..." I paused and in a barely audible whisper said; "Yes."

"Good boy! No lying to your big sister." Angling her head down she swirled her tongue across my balls then slid her tongue slowly up along the side.

When she got to the top Megan looked me in the eye, and with a wink suddenly took it in her mouth, going about half way down on it. I moaned loudly, I had never felt anything that good before, it was better than I had imagined. I could feel her tongue sliding up and down. I bucked his hips, and Megan pulled up.

"Easy little brother," She began. "You don't shove it down a girls throat(,) especially not mine," She smirked,

"At least not the first time anyway, now stay still okay?" Once again putting it in her mouth she slowly took it almost all the way down. She paused for a moment, and I felt her tongue again. After swirling it around Megan went all the way down, my entire cock was buried in her throat. Megan groaned, and I could feel the vibration. She took it from her mouth with a gasp.

"Damn that's a big cock." She began licking it up, and down. I moaned, my hips twitching again.

"Easy," She whispered. "You like that little brother?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, you surprised Mark?"

"I... Yeah."

"Yeah? You didn't know your sister was a nasty girl did you?" 

"No" I panted. Megan was stroking and licking at the same time. Teasing her tongue around the head, I could feel my cock throbbing in her hand.

"Well I am and I love it." She quickly put in her mouth and sucked it in and out a few times getting another loud groan from me. Stopping she said;

"I'm not everybody's nasty girl of course but I'll be yours Mark! Oh yeah I will." She sucked on it again I couldn't take much more I felt ready to pop.

"You ready to cum Mark?"

"Oh yes, oh I need to." Oh god did I need to!

"Yeah? You want your nasty big sister to give you a blow job?" I didn't answer.

"I will but I want you to tell me what you want." Once again she rubbed it along her face. Megan's entire cheek was wet from my cock. She wanted me to tell her? I was past fighting it but saying it?

"I..." I licked my lips "Would you..."

"Would I what little brother?" 

"You know." I said. Megan pulled her mouth away.

"Better than that."

"I... I can't say it." 

"Then I guess you don't cum." Megan made as if she were going to sit up.

"No no!" I said quickly "Please."

"Please what Mark?" She asked. Smiling sweetly she went back over my cock, mouth open only an inch from the tip.

"Oh Megan, please make me cum, please suck my cock." She didn't right away and I all but whimpered;

"Please Megan?"

"Oh that was nice Mark that was just right." She said and grabbing my cock at the base with her right hand continued;

"I'm going to go nice and slow so you can get as much out of it as you can, but when you have to cum don't worry about it, know why?" Before I could answer she looked me in the eye and said;

"Because your nasty big sister will take every drop, so when you need to you just let go okay?"

"Okay" I choked out.

"Don't worry if it's quick. That's why we're doing this first. This way you'll last awhile when I let you fuck me." 

Fuck? I thought, I was going to get laid! I... all thoughts stopped as Megan put her mouth on me and began bobbing her head up and down. True to her word she was going slow taking me about half way down each time. She was also stroking with her fingers that were wrapped around the base of my cock.

As I watched her mouth work on me her hair fell across her face and using her other hand she gathered it up behind her head and held it up as if offering it to me. I reached out part way but stopped. Megan stopped sucking on me long enough to say;

"Go ahead, but don't pull." I took her hair from her and held it over her head. I now had a clear view of her working my cock with her mouth. I couldn't believe this! Was I really lying here getting a blow job from Megan? As incredible as it felt with her wet mouth and soft tongue watching it made it even better! I could now see her lips sliding up and down on me, the lipstick leaving red smudges on my cock, her eyes were half closed, and she was moaning every time she went all the way down as if she was enjoying it as much as I was.

My thighs started to quiver, and I knew I was getting close, it was too soon! I wanted it to keep going! Desperately I tried to hold back, had I not cum a couple of hours ago I wouldn't have been able to last this long. I tried looking past Megan so watching her wouldn't get me more excited but that didn't help much.

Megan was stretched out between my legs, her ass in those little panties was sticking up, she also had her legs bent up at the knees and I could see the red tips of her toe nails. Every time Megan moaned she ground her hips into the bed. Blowing me was getting her going! Returning to the show I watched as my cock disappeared into her mouth even further almost all the way, my thighs began to shake even more, it was everything I could do not to thrust my hips. At this point Megan opened her eyes and looked directly into mine. I could feel myself getting ready to cum; I let out a long whimper, my hips starting to move a little.

"Mmm Hmm" Megan encouraged, her mouth full of my cock. 

Using just her fingernails she lightly tickled my balls and that was it! I came and although I knew I was going to, it still caught me off guard or maybe it was just how hard I came. It was nothing like when I jerked off.

"Oh God! Oh yeah!" I exclaimed loudly as my cum continued squirting into my sisters mouth. Unable to control it, I began to buck my hips. Still sucking, Megan put her hands on my thighs holding me down. I let go of her hair so I wouldn't accidentally pull on it. I couldn't believe how much I was cumming and how fucking good it felt. Some of it came out of Megan's mouth and dripped down my cock.

Finally finished I slumped back onto the pillow panting. Megan sucked me down one more time and I let out a faint moan that was more like a whimper. Finally taking my cock from her mouth Megan waited until I opened my eyes to open her mouth, and stick her tongue out. It was covered in cum, closing it she swallowed then opened wide again to show it was gone. Oh my god! My sister was a porn star was all I could think.

"Did you like that little brother?"

"That was... wow." I sounded like a moron again, but was too dazed to care.

Resting her head on my thigh Megan rubbed my wet cock across her face and winked.

"Best is yet to come little brother."



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 05



As I lied there in my bed with my eyes closed, my breathing and heartbeat finally beginning to return to normal. I still couldn't believe what had just happened. Had I really just gotten a blow job from my older sister Megan? The same Megan who, after she had swallowed every drop had told me that we hadn't even gotten to the best part yet? It still seemed like some kind of sick twisted wet dream. My thinking was interrupted as I once again felt my semi hard cock sucked into Megan's soft wet mouth.

I opened my eyes to the sight of my sister lying on her stomach between my legs wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy red and black lace panties. Megan's long dark hair was fanned across my stomach and thighs and she was resting her cheek on the inside of my left thigh. Seeing me watching, Megan removed my cock from her mouth and playfully flicked her tongue across the tip sending a shudder through my body.

"Yeah little brother? You like that? You like having your nasty big sister between your legs sucking on your big beautiful cock?"

"Oh yeah." I whispered.

Megan sucked it in again. Even though I had cum only a couple of minutes ago I was getting hard again. She looked up with those big crystal blue eyes and winked at me as she took it all the way down. I moaned as I felt her tongue swirling around. Megan took her mouth away and smiled at me. Taking her hands she pushed herself up and crawled up between my legs.

I stared wide eyed as Megan worked her way up my body, her small but perfect tits were just close enough that I could feel her hard nipples sliding up my stomach and chest. Stopping with her face over mine, Megan leaned down and gave me a long lingering kiss.

I reached up, putting my arms around her and she let her weight go so her tits were pressed against me. Megan had straddled one of my legs, and even through the panties I could feel the heat of her pussy against my thigh. Megan broke the kiss and pushed up over me again, she smiled down at me. Damn she really was beautiful I thought.

"Scootch over." She told me. With an effort I moved to the side, as she rolled over onto her back next to me. Megan stretched her arms out over her head arching her back; I leaned over to lick her right nipple hoping she wouldn't get mad. I just couldn't help it; she let out a delighted giggle.

"Ohh somebody likes those." 

"Sorry." I said starting to pull away. Megan put her arm around me, gently holding me there.

"Go ahead little brother their all yours." 

Loving the sound of that I continued licking her nipple making slow circles with my tongue.

"Nice, see how much better you are already?" 

I propped myself up, so I could begin tonguing the other one. Megan sighed contentedly, as she began playing with my hair. My hand was on her stomach and I started to slowly slide it down her towards her... pussy. Yes I thought my sister's pussy.

"There you go," She said softly. "Keep going."

Still licking her nipple, I let my hand wander until I felt the waist band of her panties then slid my hand underneath. I could feel her pubic hair, which was damp to the touch, then my fingers found her pussy. A shiver went through me when I felt how wet it was, and the moan that escaped from Megan added to the thrill. I started to rub my hand up and down stroking it.

"Inside." She whispered. Nervously I pushed a little with the tip of my middle finger.

"Little lower." 

I moved then pushing again felt my finger slide inside. A little more, and it went all the way in. Her pussy wasn't just wet it was hot as well.

"Ohhh yeah," Megan sighed. "Now in and out." 

I worked my finger back and forth as Megan moved her hips into it, her breathing becoming even faster.

"Okay stop, now take it out."

Reluctantly I slid my finger out removing my hand from her panties. Sitting up next to her I resisted the urge to smell my fingers. Megan looked at me, and whispered;

"Little brother, it's your sister's turn to cum now. You think you can make me cum?"

"I think so." I went to put my hand back between her legs.

"No," She shook her head. "Just like I told you there's a better way."

"A better way?" 

Megan nodded pointing towards the end of the bed.

"Your turn little brother."

Getting her meaning, I once again felt my heart begin to race.

"I don't know how." I said feeling stupid again.

"I'll teach you." She said then pouted. "Unless you don't want to."

"Well I..."

"You don't want to lick my pussy Mark?" 

Already learning how this game was being played I quickly replied;

"Megan can I please lick your pussy?"

I was rewarded with a huge smile, and another one of those little coos.

"You are a quick learner, and I would love to see that beautiful face between my legs little brother." She pointed at the foot of the bed again.

"Go ahead lie just like I was." 

I stood up aware that I was completely naked and feeling a little uncomfortable, as she watched Megan said;

"Little brother you are looking good."

A little embarrassed I walked to the foot of the bed. Megan shook her head saying;

"That's one hell of an ass."

I got to the foot of the bed and went to get on when Megan stopped him by putting her foot on my chest.

"Hold on a minute."

I looked down loving how her foot looked on me with her red toe nails. For whatever reason, looking at girl's feet got me horny. I had never mentioned it to anyone because no one else seemed to think they were sexy. Megan removed her foot then lifting her hips slipped her panties down her hips and lifted her legs up, slipping them off. As she did I caught a glimpse of her pussy framed between her thighs it was so wet I could see it glistening in the candle light.

"Okay." Megan said as she put her legs down and opened them wide.

Still feeling as if I were dreaming I slid onto the bed and lied on my stomach between her legs propping myself up on my elbows I stopped when my face was only inches from her pussy. Megan had a small patch of hair just over it but the rest was bare and her pussy itself was as pink as the skin around her nipples. Unsure where to start I turned my head to the side and kissed her upper thigh just to the left of her pussy this close I could smell her musky scent. Despite going off like a rocket less than ten minutes ago I felt my cock begin to twitch.

"Slide your finger back in." I obediently took my finger and pushed it in. As I slid it in and out her pussy made a wet sucking sound.

"Yeah," she breathed, "Now another one."

I slipped my middle finger in as well moving them in and out. Megan's pussy which already felt tight clenched around my fingers.

"Like that trick?" She asked. "It's better around a cock." 

I didn't answer I was completely intoxicated by the scent of her pussy and the sight of my wet fingers sliding in and out.

"Now go ahead Mark lick it! Lick your sister's pussy." 

No longer giving a shit about the right or wrong of it I eagerly leaned forward and removing my fingers plunged my tongue directly into her pussy.

"Ohhhh(.)" Megan moaned as a shiver went through her legs. Spurred on by her reaction I began moving my tongue in and out faster. Damn that tasted good!

"That's nice Mark, but put your fingers back in and lick the outside." 

Sliding my fingers back in I licked her pussy up and down noticing that when I got to the very top Megan would let out a deep breath and her hips would twitch.

"Nice little brother real nice, She breathed, "Now right on my clit." 

I paused where was that? Was it that spot at the top? Come on you fucking idiot I thought to myself. Sensing my hesitation Megan said;

"Here." 

Sliding her hand down she spread her pussy in front of me. Holding it open, Megan took her middle finger and with just the tip of her red nail slowly stroked the very tip of her pussy. I was all but drooling just when I didn't think she could work me up anymore Megan found one more dirty little trick.

"Right here Mark, see that little button right there?" 

I saw what she was talking about and also heard how she groaned when her finger rubbed across it.

"Okay." I whispered and with her holding herself open I began flicking my tongue across it.

"Oh right there Mark right there!" Still working my fingers in and out I leaned forward pushing harder with my tongue.

"Yeah now suck on it, but easy just like my tit."

Putting my lips over her clit I began very gently sucking it in and out of my mouth. Megan's breath caught as she began to thrust her hips in rhythm to my sucking.

"Look up at me." Still sucking I turned my eyes up to meet hers. Megan let go of her pussy and taking both hands began to play with her nipples.

"Oh you look good down there." Her breathing was getting heavier and her hips were moving quicker. "Look at you licking my pussy, oh you like it don't you?" She put her head back and moaned adding; "I know I do." 

I stopped sucking and using just the tip of my tongue began tracing slow circles around her clit it had been in a dirty story I read so I figured I would try it, apparently it was a good trick as Megan gasped;

"Oh yeah just like that Mark, just like that!" Megan lifted her legs and draped them across my back her thighs squeezing my head.

"Oh! Move your fingers faster." 

Megan's hips were bucking faster and harder shoving her pussy into my face I loved it! The smell, the taste, and best of all Megan's moaning. At first I wasn't sure if she was just telling me I was doing okay to make me feel good but this wasn't an act! Getting brave I switched it up, once again sucking on her clit but faster, at the same speed as my fingers. It was the right move as Megan's legs tightened around me even more.

"Oh god, yes!" She exclaimed reaching down to grab my hair, holding my face there. The more excited she got the harder I was getting I could feel my cock pushing down into the bed.

"Oh Mark," She moaned, "Oh yeah." 

Her fingernails were actually digging into my scalp but I didn't care, realizing if her hand was on my head then she had let go of her right tit I reached up and began to play with her nipple.

"Yes! Oh yes!" She groaned, "Oh just like that don't stop Mark don't stop oh please just like that." 

Hearing her say please sent a thrill through me and I moved quicker. Suddenly Megan squeezed my head even harder and her hips left the bed but stayed there not bucking just grinding into my face I could feel her thigh's tremble, she cried out loudly;

"Oh god yes!! Yes! Oh fuck yeahhhhh!" 

Megan's entire body went rigid trapping my face between her legs, she let out another long loud moan then collapsed back onto the bed. I continued to lick around then sucked on her clit again.

"Hey no!" Megan said pushing my head away as if I had hurt her.

"Too sensitive after that." 

I nodded and stayed there enjoying how wet my face was, and how good her pussy looked. Speaking of her pussy I was as hard as before and hadn't she said something about fucking?

"Was that okay?" I asked. 

Megan had been lying on her back staring at the ceiling trying to catch her breath.

"Uh huh," She said without looking up. "Little brother I have never cum that hard." 

"Me neither." 

Megan laughed at that.

"No one's ever tried to make you cum before Mark." She pointed out.

"Oh yeah right." I was back to feeling stupid.

"No worries Mark, I just got to be the first." 

She propped herself up on her elbows to look at me.

"I'll tell you something little brother, I'm not a slut but I've had enough to know most guys suck at sucking. Girls find out your good at it, then little Krissy is going to have a lot of competition," She sighed then said;

"Never mind if they find out how big that cock is." She was silent for a moment then gave me that nasty little smile again.

"Speaking of, your hard again aren't you little brother?" 

"Oh yeah." So hard it was hurting again.

"Sit up let me see." I pushed up to my knees my cock was sticking straight up and Megan let out a low whistle.

"Oh look at that. You ready to fuck me Mark? You ready to break the rules and fuck your sexy big sister?" 

"Yes." I answered immediately not taking any chances.

"Good because I am so ready to get some of that cock." 

Megan slid down a little further on the bed and raising her legs put them up on my shoulders her feet dangling behind my head. The head of my cock was only an inch or so from her pussy. I grabbed it and went to try to push it in.

"Here let me." Reaching down she grabbed me, and squeezed sending a shudder through my body.

"Oh that is so hard again." She said as she guided the tip to edge of her pussy.

"Now stay still a minute."

She began to rock her hips sliding my cock back and forth on her pussy I moaned damn that felt good and all I could smell was her pussy. I wanted it so bad! Without realizing I was going to I whined;

"Oh, please Megan, please don't tease me."

"Ooooh," Megan cooed smiling wickedly. "I love that little whimper of yours Mark, I really do, but don't worry your big sister isn't a tease," She winked, "Not for you anyway, we just have to get it nice and wet that's all, after all it is a big fucking cock you want to shove in my tight little pussy." She stopped moving her hips and nodded;

"Go ahead push it in, but just a little." I pushed it in just past the head and groaned. I was so close to finally getting it, who cared if it was my sister?

"MMM," Megan sighed then, "Okay, all the way in." 

At this point I didn't need to be told twice. With a thrust of my hips I pushed it in so far I could feel Megan's wetness against my balls.

"Whoa!" Megan gasped her eyes widening, "Easy Mark easy." She winced a little. "Damn that's wide."

"Sorry."

"Don't be just go slow okay?" I nodded.

"Go ahead," She said. "In, and out. Nice, and slow." 

Putting my hands around her thighs I pulled it out a little then pushed it back in then again.

"Oh yeah that's the way Mark nice and easy let me get used to it."

A few minutes ago I had thought nothing could have felt better than her mouth, but I was wrong! Her pussy felt amazing, hot, wet, and tight, very tight.

"You like that? You like fucking your big sister?" 

"Oh god yes." I answered.

"Yeah," As she had done to his fingers Megan clenched her pussy around me and I moaned...

"Like that?" 

"Uh huh."

"Okay, go a little faster." 

I began to move quicker also pulling it out a bit more each time Megan lolled her head back onto the bed.

"Damn that feels sooo good." She groaned. "Look at you fucking my hot little pussy. Now all the way out real slow." I did, and when the tip came out there was a wet sound from her pussy.

"Now back in slow," We both sighed with pleasure as I slid all the way back in.

"Faster!" I began to pump my hips faster and Megan once again put her head back moaning out;

"Harder." 

I leaned forward pushing her legs back her hips lifting up off the bed pumped her even harder.

"Oh damn," Megan said. "Yeah keep going like that."

I kept going thrilled to realize I wasn't even close to cumming yet.

"Okay hold on." Taking her legs from my shoulders Megan stretched them out on either side of me and said;

"Get off your knees and lie between my legs over me." I looked at her confused.

"Like you're doing a push up." That made sense. I slid my legs back and pulled myself up until my face was over hers.

"Yeah that's it little brother." 

She reached down and grabbing my cock guided it back inside her pussy. I began thrusting in and out exactly as if I were doing a push up. Megan put her hands on my biceps and squeezed.

"Jesus Mark you got some nice arms."

She was looking up at me and I realized this was the exact image I had jerked off to her lying underneath me naked and sweating. Megan reached up putting her arms around my neck.

"Come down here and kiss me little brother." I leaned in, my mouth meeting hers as I did she wrapped her legs around my waist pulling me in even deeper.

"MMM you taste like me, now come closer." She whispered lifting herself up a little I slid my arms under her as I held her. Megan put her arms around my shoulders pulling me back to her incredibly soft lips.

Could it get any better than this? We were kissing; our tongues in each other's mouths, her nipples pressing into my chest, and of course the amazing feeling of her pussy. Megan was now moving her hips in rhythm with mine while rubbing my back with her hands. As she broke the kiss and put her head back, I leaned in kissing her neck; her breath was hot in my ear.

"Oh this feels so good Mark," She said while rubbing my shoulders, "Krissy is going to be one lucky girl." At that I realized I should feel bad about this, after all wasn't this cheating on Krissy? Hell I'd figure it out later.

"Speaking of," Megan continued, "You better go easy with her, you could hurt her with this thing." 

Not wanting to hear about Krissy anymore I kissed her again sliding my tongue into her open mouth. Feeling like I was getting close I started pumping faster.

"Uh-huh little brother, not yet." With an effort I slowed down.

"Why not?"

"Because we haven't done my favorite yet, this is nice but trust me you haven't really fucked me, not even close to how I need it." 

I wasn't sure what she meant but she hadn't steered me wrong yet. We stayed where we were for a few more minutes. I was deliberately going slow trying to hold back, but it wasn't easy.

Underneath me Megan was sighing in pleasure with every thrust her eyes closed lips parted she looked beautiful! Opening her eyes she said;

"Get back up on your knees." 

As she spoke she removed her arms and legs from around me. As I sat back on my knees Megan sat up looking directly into my eyes;

"We've gone easy long enough Mark, time for you to become a man and learn how to take a woman the way they all need it whether they admit it or not." With that Megan rolled over onto her hands and knees and lowering her chest to the pillow pushed her incredible ass up in the air. Oh my god did that look good.

"Let's go Mark, come take your sister."

I got behind her pausing for a second to take in the view. My sister's ass pointed up in the air waiting for me to fuck her doggy style. Fucking my sister doggy style. Sick yes but did I care anymore? Hell no! Knowing what had happened to Megan as a young girl and afraid of not putting it in right, I took my cock and started at her clit slowly sliding it up her wet pussy pushing against it

"Ohhhh," Megan sighed. "That is sooo nice little brother, do it again." 

Smiling to myself that I had done something to make her moan without being told how, I slid the head of my throbbing dick up and down a few times getting that sweet sigh from her each time. I was teasing myself however so the next time when I felt her tight pussy begin to suck me in I thrust my hips burying my cock all the way. Megan's pussy was so wet I could feel it against my thighs. Megan let out a loud gasp;

"Holy shit That's deep!"

I couldn't believe it, but it felt even better at this angle I began to slowly pump her incredible pussy. I started slowly pumping in and out enjoying the sounds she made each time I went all the way.

"Uh-huh," Megan said, "I said take it! Fast and hard Mark! Grab my hips and give it to me!"

I had been holding back as she had been telling me easy all night. Grabbing her hips as she had told me to I started pumping quicker.

"Goddamn it Mark," She said turning her head so she could look at me. "I said fuck me really fuck me like you know you want to. Like I know I want you to!" 

I began to go harder, Megan moaned, but then snapped at me again;

"Stop playing and give it to me Mark! I'm giving you a chance to be a man not a little boy." 




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 05



A man! Megan was right a man would take a woman hard and fast not wait to be told to.

"There you go that's it nice and hard, squeeze my hips." 

I dug my fingers as much as I dared afraid I would hurt her but she moaned again;

"Squeeze harder Mark! I love it, oh yeah I do go ahead slam that pussy just slam it!" 

I went harder. Propping herself up she looked back over her shoulder at me. Megan didn't look the same, her sweat soaked hair was hanging in her face and her eyes were wide and had a wild look in them.

"Yeah that's right Mark fuck me just like you want to don't tell me you haven't wanted. Haven't you dreamt of fucking the shit out of me? Bending your big sister over and fucking her?"

"Oh, Yes!" 

I was sweating like a pig and my heart was racing but oh god was it good! I swear her pussy was even tighter in this position.

"Then do it Mark! Take what you want! Take that pussy claim it, it's yours!" 

Mine! At that thought I began fucking her even harder not just pumping her hips but pushing her away and pulling her back into me. My dick was going in and out the entire length, and our skin was making slapping noises every time I drove himself into her meanwhile Megan was getting even louder, and wilder crying out in between moans;

"Yeah Mark look at you fucking your sister, look at you fucking your hot sister's pussy, look at you taking her, oh yeah fuck me Mark fuck me, take me, show me what a man you are!" 

I could feel myself getting ready. Part of me wanted to slow it down, but she was egging me on, and I did want to show her show her how hard I could fuck her how strong I was.

"Oh my god yes!!" Megan practically screamed.

As I sat back on the bed I pulled her with me by the hips so I was fucking her at a different angle now getting even more into the thrusts I held her tighter so she didn't slide forward when I fucked her.

"Yeah go ahead fuck your nasty sister Mark! Give her what she needs give her that big fucking cock all of it every fucking inch of it!"

I wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer. Megan's dirty talking had me even more fired up. I felt incredible, electric like after a good work out but far better than that. Looking down I saw that her back was glistening with sweat and my fingers had left marks on her hips I slid my hands up higher, grabbing her along her narrow waist. Megan's dark hair was plastered to her back in places and she was letting out a sharp series of moans with every thrust. I noticed she was at an angle propped up on only her left arm her right was under her looking down I saw that she was playing with herself while I fucked her.

That was enough to send me over the edge I reached and put my hands on her shoulders pushing her down into the pillow so it raised her ass even more. I let loose, slamming her as hard as I possibly could I was pounding her so hard I was sure I was going to have bruises tomorrow. Megan was beyond moaning, she was squealing! I looked down and watched as my cock thrust in and out of her it was soaking wet from her pussy.

"Oh my fucking god" Megan cried out so loud I began to worry about the neighbors, as my window was open halfway, "Oh just a little longer Mark please!" 

I was still fucking her hard, but was trying to hold back a little, as I slowed down I felt the urge to cum getting closer anyway oh it felt so fucking good. I wanted to cum so bad I groaned out;

"Oh, Megan."

"Oh, that's nice Mark! Listen to you moaning my name! You remember this Mark remember the first girl to make you moan was your hot big sister. You never forget this pussy."

As she spoke I felt her hand moving faster between her legs I was close, really close. I kept going slamming the shit out of her wondering who would win the race, I wanted her to cum, but I couldn't stop as my cum began to build up Megan let out a long high pitched squeal and ground her hips back into me even harder, letting out a series of short little whimpers. I could feel her pussy tighten up even more as she came. I couldn't wait any longer I elt out a soft moan of my own and Megan sensing that I was going to egged me on;

"Ohh yeah Mark cum for me, cum nice and hard for me!"

I gave her several more hard pumps and just as I was ready to cum realized I wasn't sure where I was going to, I moaned loudly and tried to pull back but Megan told me;

"Inside Mark I want to feel it!"

"But..." 

I tried to get out that I was worried about shooting it inside, but it was too late I was already cumming. Although I had cum once already it seemed as if there was just as much again this time each time I thrust into her another squirt of cum came out.

"Oh yes give it to me little brother!" She moaned, "All of it, every drop! Look at you, you bad boy cumming inside your sister's pussy!" After several more pumps I finished and went to pull out when Megan said;

"Stay there let me get it all!" With that she began to clench her pussy around my cock milking it.

"Ohh damn!" I gasped feeling like I could pass out. As I pulled it out Megan straightened her legs.

"Lie down on top of me, little brother." She said softly, "I want to feel you against me," 

I let myself go bracing myself on my elbows so my weight wasn't on her completely I could feel the sweat between us.

"I can feel your heart pounding." Megan said sounding like she was still trying to catch her breath as well. 

I lied there on top of her feeling the sweat of our bodies. Some of her wet hair was in my face I nuzzled my way past it and kissed the back of her neck, getting a soft little sigh from her as I did. After a couple of minutes I rolled over on my back completely drained. Megan remained on her stomach for another minute facing me. She was still breathing heavy her hair hanging in her face, eyes almost completely shut. She opened them after a minute and looking up gave me a tired smile.

"Mark that was amazing, I really think it was the best I've ever gotten it."

"You're just saying that." I told her in between breaths, I had to admit it sounded good though.

"I don't just say anything." 

She rolled over onto her back and stretched letting out a long satisfied sigh as she did. I looked at the length of her naked body, God she looked good, but I had to admit I couldn't get it up again if I wanted to. Megan sat up pulling up the sheet as she did she glanced over at me.

"Slide up on the pillows a little."

I propped myself up, and Megan laid on her side next to me pulling the sheet up to our waists, she put her head on my chest, her arm across my stomach and draped her leg across mine. Once again she sighed contentedly.

"Oh damn that felt good Mark," She said "You were pretty damn good for your first time."

"Thanks I guess." I told her then despite being tired a question came to me.

"Megan?"

"MMMM?"

"Do you think this was right?"

"Why do you care?" 

"I... it just didn't seem right."

"Felt right to me, and you seemed to have a good time."

"But..."

"Mark, it's like I said before we trust each other, You've been wanting it but were nervous and I've gotten it before but because of that asshole I always hold back a little but not with you little brother." She leaned her head up and kissed my cheek before continuing;

"Oh no, with you this nasty girl got to play the way she's always wanted to," She paused, adding softly;

"Besides I wanted to be your first. You'll always remember our first time." 

She had said our first time I wondered if it would be the only time.

"Does that..." 

"Mark," She interrupted, "Did you have a good time?"

"Oh yes." I whispered as my heartbeat finally seemed to be back to normal.

"Yeah you like fucking me?"

"I loved it."

"Then shut it down, be quiet, and hold your sister, can you do that?"

"Of course I can." I had always loved having her close, but being naked was so much better!

"Good, now you get some sleep because I'll be looking for more in the morning."

As she said that my eyes popped open.

"Good night little brother." Megan whispered sleepily. "I love you."

"I love you too." I answered softly closing my eyes again. 

As I began to fall asleep the last thing running through my mind was that one word;

"More."



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 06



I sat back in the chair, eyes closed enjoying listening to Mark recount our first time together. I have to say for someone who generally didn't talk much my brother was a hell of a story teller; then again I suppose to be a lawyer he would have to be. As Mark was finishing painting his vivid picture of that fateful night I thought had that really been almost twenty years ago? Had this nasty girl really been fucking her brother for close two decades? 

Because of our situation I had at one time done some research into the subject of "Keeping it in the family" so to speak, and had discovered most instances of incest did occur at younger ages than Mark and I were, but very rarely lasted more than a few months and often were once or twice situations. Hell Mark and I had outlasted most marriages. Then again I thought how many couples can say that after twenty years the sex was even better? My brother and I were living proof that although love may not stand the test of time, sin is forever.

Of course the memories the story itself brought back were getting me hot. When I looked at Mark today; gorgeous, successful, and when it came to women a pure predator, it was a hell of a turn on to know that I was not only the one that broke him in, but had also trained him along the way. It was all I could do not to drop my hand down and start fondling my rapidly moistening pussy. When Mark wrapped it up by saying the last thing that was on his mind was the word "More" I opened my eyes and smiled at him. 

"I think you got quite a bit more didn't you little brother?"

"Just an hour or so ago as a matter of fact."

"True, but you know I'm wanting more already." I told him. "After all I've got some catching up to do."

Mark flashed that smug smirk of his.

"Hey you're the one who wanted to spend the last year licking pussy."

"That's not very nice little brother." I pointed out to him. "I don't make fun of you for those few months you decided you wanted to," I placed my hands over my heart. "Make love, to your little Sammy."

Mark stared at me coldly. As soon as I had said it I realized it was a low blow. Mark hadn't brought up Laura he had just been making a joke but I sure as hell wasn't going to back down from him like everyone else did. Hell if I wanted to I could have Mr. "Bad Boy Attorney" on his knees begging to lick my feet in minutes. I returned the stare calmly. I have never lost a staring match. For whatever reason I am capable of going quite a long time without blinking, a trick that along with my ice blue eyes had earned me the nickname Medusa eventually leading to my choosing of the full sleeve tattoo on my right arm.

"Give it up little brother." I said softly. After another moment he blinked and looked away.

"That wasn't right Meg." He said quietly.

"Well you shouldn't make fun of me then." 

I turned sideways in my chair and swung my long legs over the arm putting my feet in Mark's lap. 

"Now rub my feet and tell me another story." 

"What?" Mark shook his head. "You make a crack like that and want me to rub your feet?"

I caught his gaze again.

"As a matter of fact I do, besides you know damn well you do too." I rubbed my foot across his cock. "So be a good boy and rub your sister's feet."

Mark hesitated he was pissed but was already staring at my feet. I'm sure replaying his cumming on them just a little while ago. As if with a mind of its own his left hand began to gently caress the top of my right foot.

"There you go. Now tell me more about that first weekend when the folks were gone."

"Bullshit." Mark said. "Rule is its story for story. You're turn to tell."

"Little brother," I began, taking a stern tone. "The only rule is that I make the rules. So tell me another story and rub my feet or you'll sleep at them tonight after you watch me play with myself, and you get nothing."

"Megan," I stopped him by putting my foot to his lips.

"Remember your place Mark." He glared at me then lowering his eyes kissed the top of my foot.

"I'm sorry my sister." He whispered softly.

"That's better." I nodded. "Now go ahead like a good little puppy."

Mark opened his mouth and started licking the tips of my toes. Damn that made my pussy flow. I needed it again and bad but couldn't cave now.

"That's enough." I said putting my foot back in his lap. Mark went to start rubbing then caught himself.

"May I have the privilege of rubbing your feet my sister?"

"You may." I answered softly as his answer sent another quiver through me. "I'll also allow you to tell me about that next morning. Tell me about how mister "It didn't seem right." came looking for more of his sister's pussy. Because you did; didn't you?"

"Yes." Mark answered as his strong hands rubbed my left foot.

"That's right you did, and why is that?"

"Because I wanted it."

"Better than that." 

Mark looked at me knowing exactly what I wanted him to say. Lowering his eyes he whispered;

"Because I was a bad boy who wanted his sister."

"Another good answer." I thought for a minute.

"Tell you what little brother. You tell it as well as you told the first one then maybe, just maybe I'll let you make your sorry behavior up to me sound fair?"

"My mistress is to kind." Mark answered with no hint of sarcasm.

"That's much better. But just so you don't get to confident know that before I leave I will take some time to properly show you your place as apparently you've gotten a bit full of yourself. What do you say to that little brother?"

"Thank you for taking the time to remind me." He replied

"You're very welcome. Now," I slid down a little further getting comfortable. "Tell me about how you woke your big sister up the next day looking for more."

Mark nodded and while still massaging my feet started; 

Saturday Morning.

For the first time in longer than I could remember I slept straight through the night, opening my eyes to the morning light coming in through my partially open blinds. I wasn't awake for more than a minute before I was struck by one simple thought: I had gotten laid last night! The funny thing was that although I had planned all week for it to happen, I had been more than taken off guard. After all I had assumed I would be finally getting it from my girlfriend Krissy. I certainly would have never thought the girl I would lose my virginity to would be my own sister.

I sure as hell couldn't deny last night had happened and not been some kind of twisted wet dream seeing as Megan was not only curled up next to me, her arm across my waist and head on my shoulder, but like myself was completely naked. I had to admit as bad as it sounded it felt pretty fucking good! I could feel Megan's tits pressed into my side and even better than that her leg was draped over mine allowing me to feel her pussy against my thigh.

My arm was still around her shoulders just as it was when we had fallen asleep and her hair was across my chest. Megan was still sleeping so I closed my eyes again enjoying the smell of her hair and the feel of her breath on my chest. Lying there I tried to make sense of it. Obviously what we had done last night was wrong. Or was it?

Megan had made a lot of sense last night. We'd spent several years apart and although I did love her as a sister in a way she was more like a best friend, the only person I trusted and she really was the most beautiful girl I knew. We also both follow the teachings of Anton Levay which dictate that everyone should make their own rules, practicing indulgence over abstinence, but something told me even Anton might have a problem with incest. 

There were some lines you were just not meant to cross. At that thought my mind turned dark. After all grown men were not supposed to fuck ten year old girls in the ass nor were they supposed to beat children for things like "Making noise" but that had not stopped them from hurting us so why should we give a fuck about rules? Hell being hurt like that was part of the reason that we were so close in the first place because we both understood the pain.

Not only did we understand it but we both continued to deal with it. I still had a hard time overcoming my issues with talking to people and was still even nervous with Krissy. As for Megan we talked about everything so even before last night I knew that she had a hard time really enjoying being with guys because somewhere deep inside she was still afraid of being hurt by them. Well she didn't seem to be holding back last night that was for sure!

For that matter I had to face the truth and admit that I hadn't really either. I had tried a couple of times to say we shouldn't but they were pretty weak attempts and how sincere could I have really been with a raging hard on under the covers? Besides it's not like I hadn't been stroking it to her for the last couple of months. No my sister had not been the only one that wanted it, just the one to take it first. Speaking of first...

Before we fell asleep last night Megan had said she'd be wanting to again in the morning. On that note I started replaying last night in my mind envisioning her lying between my legs not only blowing me but moaning while doing it. Then allowing me to return the favor and lick her pussy which to my delight I could still smell faintly under my nose. Never mind that "Nasty Girl" routine. The dirtier Megan had talked the more she seemed to get worked up. I think it got her going more than it did me. Of course as I thought about last night I started to get hard which made me realize I had to go to the bathroom.

I rolled my eyes thinking this never happens in the movies. I tried to ignore it but being hard was making it worse so as carefully as I could I removed my arm from around my sister and started to slide out from under her. Megan lifted her head and looked up at me, her hair was in her face and her beautiful blue eyes were only half open.

"You okay little brother?" She asked sleepily.

"Yeah I'm fine." I told her as I eased out of bed.

"You sure? You didn't have a bad dream?"

She seemed more asleep than awake. I leaned over and kissed her forehead.

"No I just gotta go."

"Okay but come back with me." She said sounding like a little kid.

As I watched for minute as she rolled over onto her side her back to me. I could tell by her breathing she had already gone back to sleep that is if she had ever really been awake at all. I went to the bathroom thinking it felt strange to be walking around naked but it also felt good. I had nothing to be ashamed of last night proved that. The look on Megan's face when she had seen my cock had erased any doubt I might have had that I was pretty well hung. I stood there in the bathroom for a couple of minutes trying to clear my mind of any thoughts of my sister as it's impossible to piss with a hard on.

Standing there I glanced to the left and saw that Megan had left the door to her side of the bathroom open. I found myself looking at her big double bed wondering if I'd get a chance to fuck her in there. Listen to yourself you sick fuck I thought then shrugged what the hell? I'd never claimed not to be. Finally I was able to go, then after taking a minute brush my teeth, I looked in the mirror and flashed the perfect smile that all the girls seemed to love. It was fake of course but they didn't know that. 

I never doubted that I was attractive. I'd had enough girls, even older ones check me out and Krissy was always telling me I was hot. Never mind Megan's friend Betty who one day all but offered to drop to her knees for me. Despite that I had always felt a little insecure as what good is having it if you're not using it? Well last night had changed all that! I really did feel different I wasn't an eighteen year old virgin anymore I had crossed the line and become a man. I frowned at the thought of Krissy however hadn't last night been cheating on her? 

I shook my head that was a problem for another time, not now when I had a naked twenty year old in my bed. Bottom line was I now felt complete, confident in every way, ready to do what Levay and Crowley as well as my sister talked about I was ready to take what I want and what I wanted was lying not ten feet away.

I left the bathroom and stopped just outside the doorway where I stood spellbound by the sight of my big sister naked in my bed. Megan was lying on her stomach facing away from me, the sheet only pulled up to her waist and one of her amazingly long legs was sticking out all the way to the thigh. The sheets were black and her ivory skin looked sexy as hell against them as did her long dark hair fanned across her back. Even her bare foot with the bright red toe nail polish looked good. Oh let's face it everything about my sister was hot.

My cock became rock hard in an instant and my heart began to beat faster. I walked quietly up to the bed stood there hesitating for a moment. Oh this is so wrong I told myself but oh did I want her. Before I could change my mind I took a deep breath and whispered;

"Take what you want Mark."

I carefully got onto the bed lying on my side next to her, and after taking another long look at her amazing body lightly caressed her back enjoying the feel of her soft skin. Megan made a cute little noise in her throat but didn't stir. I had an image of rolling over on top of her and just taking it but she was sleeping and after what had happened to her... I shook off those thoughts and leaning over gently kissed the middle of her back. After being rewarded with another of those little noises I started slowly working my way up her back one little kiss at a time.

For each kiss I received another soft moan. I was pretty sure she was awake at this point and was dying to roll her over but at the same time was enjoying not only kissing her but her reaction to it. Reaching the top I slid her hair to the side to give the back of her a neck a longer kiss. At this Megan moaned;

"Oh Mark, that is sooo nice." 

That sent a thrill through me as did her leaning her head back so I could nuzzle deeper into her. I gave the smooth flesh between her neck and shoulder a lingering kiss opening my mouth and gently sucking then slid my mouth up to her ear where I gave her earlobe a playful nibble.

"Little brother, are you looking for something?" She asked quietly. 

"Oh yeah." I answered before going back to her neck as I did my hand slid down her back and I gave her firm ass a squeeze.

"Ooooh." Megan cooed. "Look at you being a bad boy and coming after your sister."

As she spoke she pushed herself up onto her side so her back was against me. I could feel my cock throbbing against her ass. I went to put my arm around her waist but Megan grabbed it placing my hand on her left tit instead. I immediately started rolling her nipple between my fingers like she showed me last night.

"Is that what you're doing little brother? You coming after it?"

"Yes." I groaned as she began grinding her ass up and down on my cock.

"Then tell me what you want." 

"I want you." I told her pulling on her arm to get her to roll over but she held herself back.

"Better than that little brother. Tell your nasty big sister what you really want."

"I want to fuck you again." 

"Yeah?" She asked working her ass harder against me. "You want to fuck your nasty girl again Mark?"

"Oh I do." I moaned out, as lifting her leg Megan reached down between them grabbing the tip of my cock and giving it a squeeze.

"You mean you want to fuck your sister isn't that right Mark?"

She rubbed my cock along her pussy which was soaking wet causing me to let out another of those impatient whimpers from last night.

"Well that's too bad Mark," She began as she put her foot on my thigh then holding my painfully hard prick started grinding her pussy up and down on it. "Because you said last night it didn't seem right."

"I.." I didn't know what to say but she was teasing the hell out of me and to make it worse she put her pussy on the tip of my cock letting it go in a little before pulling it back out.

"Oh don't tease Megan please I'm sorry I said that I..."

"I am too little brother. We could have had a lot of fun this morning, hell all the time I mean my rooms right next door."

Letting go of my cock Megan slid her hand down and started rubbing my balls which felt like they were ready to explode.

"That's right Mark you could have had plenty of this pussy but seeing you think its wrong." She let go of me completely also pulling my hand from her tit. "I think maybe I should just go back to my bed."

With that she made to roll away from me but I held onto her arm. I was getting desperate.

"Please don't go Megan! I want to! I really do I..." I hesitated then added; "I need you."

"Is it me you need or is it my hot little pussy Mark?"

"Both." I told her honestly.

"That's a good answer little brother. MMM." She made as if she were thinking all the while slowly grinding her ass against my cock.

"Tell you what little brother. I think you're right, it is wrong."

"No really," I began but she continued.

"But like I told you last night I really don't care. I don't think you do either but I want to hear it Mark."

Megan once again put her leg up on me grabbing my cock.

"I want to hear you tell me what a bad boy you are and how bad you want to be, and with who. I want you to tell me who you want."

Last night Megan had to coax me to talk dirty to her as it really hadn't seemed right, but she was holding me right at her pussy and more than that had pretty much said we could do this all the time! I didn't hold back, if my nasty sister needed me to be a bad boy then that's what she would get.

"I want to fuck you Megan," I told her. "I want to shove my hard fucking cock into my hot big sister's tight pussy."

"Oooh I like that." Megan breathed and I knew she did as she squeezed my dripping cock even harder pushing it against her pussy.

"I loved it last night! I loved watching my nasty sister suck me off then let me fuck the shit out of her." I continued as Megan grabbed my hand putting it back on her tit moaning as I started playing with it.

"I know it's wrong." I whispered in her ear. "But I need it Megan your bad little brother needs to feel his beautiful sister's hot wet pussy."

Taking a chance I pushed my cock into her a couple of inches. Megan didn't fight it but I didn't want to push my luck instead I deliberately used the little whimper she had said she loved begging;

"Oh please Megan please let me have it. I need it so bad."

"Oh little brother that was just right! Go ahead slam that big fucking dick into your sister's pussy."

I didn't have to be told twice; with a hard thrust of my hips I drove my cock all the way. Megan let out a yelp.

"Damn that's a big fucking cock!" She exclaimed. I started fucking her but slowly not wanting to hurt her even though it was teasing the shit out of me.

"Oh yeah," Megan moaned. "That's it nice and slow.' I leaned in kissing her neck again.

Megan grabbed my hand off her tit and put it down between her legs. My thumb found her clit and I started rubbing in small circles.

"Ohhhh little brother you are a quick learner, aren't you?" 

"You're a great teacher." I said in her ear as I continued to thrust in and out of her. I had never even thought of this position.

"Hey Mark," Megan whispered. "Look in the mirror."

I looked up at the mirror on the bureau across from us.

"Oh damn," I said softly.

In the mirror I had a perfect view of Megan on her side, her leg up on mine, and my cock sliding in and out of her pussy while I played with her. My head was on her shoulder and our faces were side by side. I also saw that Megan was playing with her other nipple, and had that same wild look on her face she had last night. I stared transfixed by the sight of me fucking my sister, my huge cock sliding almost all the way out while the two of us played with her perfect tits.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 06



Megan turned her face up to meet mine and we began to kiss however I noticed that we were both keeping our eyes open so we could watch. Goddamn did the two of us look good! Megan slid her hand beneath mine spreading her lips open to give my thumb more of her clit and I started rubbing faster. We were still kissing and she groaned into my mouth. Unable to hold myself back I started pumping her faster. Megan took her mouth from mine and gasped;

"Don't cum yet! I want to move." As bad as I wanted to I stopped pumping her, but when she went to move I held her to me speeding up my thumb wanting her to cum on my cock the way she had last night.

"Oh oh oh!" Megan moaned out and dropped her leg, squeezing my cock into her pussy even tighter.

"Oh yeah little brother oh just like that ohhhhhh!" Megan ground her hips back and forth on me and it was everything I could do not to pump her and cum as well. Megan stopped moving letting herself slump into me panting. 

"Oh I came soooo hard." She breathed out. Then added; "Don't worry little brother give me a minute and your sister will take good care of you." She winked at me in the mirror. "Even give you a little treat."

I hoped it was soon because damn I needed to cum. I sighed as Megan eased herself off of my cock .

"Lie on your back."

As I lied back Megan rolled over onto her side and putting her head on my chest started tonguing my right nipple. It felt better than I thought it would have. I let out a sigh as my sister worked her way down my chest and stomach slowly kissing and licking taking her time knowing I was dying for her to get to my throbbing prick. Finally she did immediately taking the entire length down her throat. The back of her head was toward me, and I was disappointed I couldn't see but then turned my head my eyes widening as I watched her sucking it in the mirror.

At that point I was glad we had stopped for a few minutes or I would have cum right then. Megan was moaning in her throat as she bobbed her head up and down. Once again it was a turn on that she was loved sucking it that much. There was more to it than that though as she stopped sucking and sitting up looked at me with a look on her face I would come to realize later as pure lust and said;

"Oh you are a naughty boy aren't you Mark?"

"Oh yeah."

"Know how I know?" She whispered. "Because your cock tastes like your big sister's pussy."

At that she put her head down sucking on it some more. She could taste herself off me and she loved it! Oh it couldn't get any better than this could it? Megan stopped sucking then sitting up swung her left leg over my hips and grabbing my cock guided it to her pussy then let her weight go driving my cock deep up inside her. We both moaned loudly oh my god did that feel good! 

"So deep!" She said again.

Leaning forward she braced her hands on my chest and started grinding her hips back and forth. Her head was down, her long hair tickling my chest. I couldn't see her face but could hear her making little noises every time she slid into me. I put my hands on her hips helping her slide back and forth. Megan pushed off my chest and sat straight up throwing her hair back as she did and using her legs began to lift herself up and down driving my cock in and out of her. My cock was straight up into her and every time she came down she gasped. 

My sister wasn't the only one making noise this felt unbelievable never mind the fact that I could see my cock disappearing in and out of her wet pink pussy. Leaning back, Megan put her hands on the bed between my thighs, and arched backwards even more bending me at a different angle but one that felt even better as she resumed sliding back and forth. I moved my left hand from her hip and put my thumb on her clit again.

"Oh look at you taking care of your big sister!" 

Megan began working her hips faster and I realized that at this angle I couldn't really use my hips to fuck her it was teasing the hell out of me knowing I'd have to wait for her to cum again before I could really fuck her. Turned out I didn't have to long to wait as Megan looked over at the bureau letting out a whimper of her own. The sight of us sent her into a frenzy of lust.

"Oh yeah look at you, you little whore; riding your little brothers cock breaking the rules!"

As she talked to herself Megan began riding me even harder. I have to say hearing her call herself a whore did it for me to; I began straining to pump her harder and whimpering with the need to cum. I kept my thumb moving the entire time however and reaching up with my right hand was able to just reach her nipple.

"Yes!" Megan exclaimed. "Oh yeah, you bad boy! Getting your nasty sister off while she rides your big fucking cock."She gasped then said;

"Twist it Mark, twist my nipple hard!" 

I held back she had yelled at me last night for going to rough.

"I said twist my fucking nipple!" Megan snapped at me. Caught off guard I did as she said squeezing and twisting to the left.

"Fuck yeah!!" Megan cried out bucking wildly on my cock. I moaned as I felt myself not too far away. I could feel her pussy contract around my cock as she threw her head back and let out a long loud wail. Goddamn she was wild! Megan let herself go backwards unfolding her long legs so they were straight out her feet towards me This caused my cock to pop out of her pussy with a wet noise and I groaned;

"No please..." I started but Megan looked up at me;

"Get on your knees little brother."

I did right away kneeling between her long legs which she lifted up putting her feet on my shoulders.

"Go ahead Mark fuck the shit out of me!" She told me still out of breath from cumming.

Not needing to be told twice I leaned forward driving my cock deep into her. Megan cried out as I completely let loose pounding into her even harder than I had last night. We had been fucking for awhile now and I needed to cum so bad my balls were aching. Megan pushed her legs against me hard enough to lift her hips off the bed. My arms were behind her knees and I had her legs bent almost past her head. Megan was making little yelping noises with each thrust as I gave it to her even harder.

"Oh my fucking god Mark!" She cried out.

"Oh yeah!" I panted as I felt my cum building up and racing through my cock.

"Not inside!" Megan gasped out. "Pull it out and hold it so your sister can give you a treat!"

At the last moment I yanked my cock out squeezing it near the tip. Megan slid further down the bed and looking me in the eye said;

"Go ahead little brother shoot that hot cum all over your nasty sister! Anywhere you want just give it to me!"

Anywhere? I couldn't help myself, leaning forward on my right arm I pointed my cock right at her face and started jerking it. I gasped as the first powerful spurt shot out hitting her on the left side of her face covering her from forehead to chin. As I continued to stroke it Megan opened her mouth catching a good part of the second squirt on her lips and tongue.

"Oh yeah! Look at you cumming on your sisters face!" Megan said cum dripping out of her mouth. "Treating her like the slut she is! All of it little brother I want all of it!"

"Oh god!" I choked out as the next squirts caught her chin and neck the last few drops landing between her tits. When I finished I let myself go lying down on my stomach completely spent.

We both lied there panting. Until Megan said quietly;

"You bad boy look at what you did." I turned my head to look. "Ohh," I groaned as I saw my cum all over my sisters face. As I watched Megan licked her tongue around her lips catching some of it and bringing it into her mouth.

"MMMM." She turned to look at me smiling through the mess on her face.

"Not so bad being bad is it little brother?"

I laughed tiredly.

"Being bad feels pretty damn good."

Megan rolled over and picking up her shirt from last night wiped her face off then went into the bathroom. I sat up and looked at the clock, it was 9am. I had karate class at noon and Megan had to go to work at one. I was so tired I felt I could go back to sleep which would be an outright first for me. Megan came back in with a glass of water and after taking a few swallows passed it to me. I drank half and gave it back.

Megan put the glass on the nightstand and then pulling the sheet up lied down on her side.

"You gonna come back to sleep with me?" She asked. I laid down next her and put my arm around her waist. Megan made a happy little sound pushing herself up against me and I put my head down into her neck. We both sighed contentedly. No matter what I was going through this was where I always felt the best curled up with my sister who had now become my lover as well.

"Hey Mark?"

"What is it sis?" I asked, already feeling myself beginning to nod off.

"I'm glad you came looking for it this morning."

"Me too." I said with a laugh.

"No really little brother. I'm glad you wanted to be with me again."

"Are you crazy Why wouldn't I?" She shrugged.

"I don't know I thought maybe you really would think it was wrong."

I hugged her closer to me and whispered in her ear;

"You're the only thing that's ever felt right to me Megan."

"Really?" 

She lifted her head and turned enough so I could see her. "You mean that?" She had tears in her eyes.

"Of course I do Megan I love you, you know that." She kissed me quickly on the lips.

"I do it's just nice to hear that you want me."

"I'll always want you Megan. Always." 

"You know you can never tell anyone little brother. People would never understand."

"I know." I said quietly.

"But we don't care do we? We'll love like brother and sister but fuck like lovers. We can be the best of both worlds, and the best part is we'll be hiding in plain sight no one would ever suspect it. We'll be each other's dirty little secret."

"What about Krissy?" I asked voicing my one concern.

"What about her? You want her don't you?" 

"Yeah but with us..." I trailed off.

"She'll never know Mark. You can have soft and sweet with your little Krissy then get it hard and dirty from you Nasty sister. Have her cake and eat mine too." She added with a laugh.

"And you're okay with that?"

"Listen little brother there's going to be three rules with us okay?"

"Rules?"

"Yes rules. First like I said we aren't for all the time I'm not saying we won't have a lot of fun but not every night got it?"

"Yeah." I said a little disappointed. I couldn't see not wanting this all the time.

"Second, and most important is that jealousy is an ugly emotion. There will be others for both of us Mark especially you. With your looks they'll all be after you, and pretty soon you'll realize that you can have them all, and I'm fine with that, but you need to be too If I'm with someone else. Remember I might have fun with them but I'll always love you best, and you'll be the only one that gets the best this Nasty girl has to give." 

Megan stopped talking and after a couple of minutes I asked;

"What's the third one?"

Megan sighed then spoke quietly.

"Even though there will be others I want you to promise that there will always be time for me. That I'll always be your favorite because I already know you'll always be mine."

"Of course you will be! You're everything to me." I kissed her cheek and could feel tears on it.

"When you came here I promised you I would never let anything happen to you and I mean it. Please promise me you'll always be right here when I need you."

"I promise." I whispered hoarsely feeling myself choking up, Megan was the only one who could do this to me. "I'll never let anyone hurt you my sister ever."

"Same here little brother."

"Are you okay Megan?" 

"I'm just fine little brother. Believe it or not I'm crying because I'm happy because now we really are everything to each other. You feel so good in every way, and trust me little brother this is just the beginning for us." She sighed contentedly. "Now let's go back to sleep were going to have a busy weekend being bad with each other."

I smiled at that thought and said;

"Sweet dreams my sexy big sister."

Megan giggled and whispered;

"Sweet dreams my naughty little brother. You're nasty big sister loves you."



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 07



During the entire time Mark had been telling the story of that amazing first morning that we had woken up together I had been horny as hell. I mean I had been pretty worked up after his recounting of the night I had first seduced him. Envisioning his fucking the shit out of me the next morning was just adding fuel to the fire. The fact that during the entire story he had not only continued to rub my feet, but those amazing hands had worked their way up my calves and were now massaging the soft skin behind my knees was helping that feeling along.

When Mark got to the end however that feeling of lust was replaced by one of those waves of sadness I was prone to. I had been only focused on the sex, but when Mark continued to the conversation I had with him afterwards the emotions of that day, and the days leading up to it came roaring back to me. I tried to stop them as I knew where it could lead. Despite the fantastic 24 hours I had spent with my brother, it was the funk of the last two weeks that won out.

The first time I had taken my brother was about more than just sex, much more. I was of course physically attracted to Mark, but it was the emotional bond that I was truly after. Up until that point I had never experienced that closeness and feeling of not only wanting but being wanted in return. The experiences I'd had with men-boys really at that time- were not even close to emotional, my first time at seventeen was ten minutes of awkward fumbling with a boy named Jesse that I had been seeing for a few months he was a nice kid, and despite my fears I told myself it would be okay, and let him take me to bed.

He tried to be good to me even cuddling with me when we were done, but I got up and told him I had to leave. That was a recurring theme for me over the next three years. I did get more a little comfortable, and had several lovers but as I had mentioned before couldn't cut loose. I blamed them, then realized it was me. But what are you supposed to do if nothing feels right? It can't be forced. I started seeing older guys in their twenties figuring that since they were more confident then I would be as well but that wasn't the case either. Even though most of them had a place of their own I still didn't like to spend the night.

Just before I turned twenty I met Greg who I saw for a few of months and was very good to me. Greg had also been through some bad shit as a kid, and I found myself telling him what happened to me. He was sympathetic and waited for me to be ready never pushing and after awhile I slept with him and even stayed the night. Things were okay until one night I woke up from a nightmare and was a mess. Greg tried to hold me but I was scared I told myself I should be okay with him but I wasn't.

Greg took me home at 2am where I immediately went to my brother's bed. Mark held me the same way Greg did but I felt better. I felt safe and protected, I also felt loved. I knew it wasn't the same type of love I was looking for but it was love nonetheless from someone who knew exactly how I felt and was going through the same things himself. I continued to see Greg for a few more weeks but then the past reared its ugly head.

As I said Greg was understanding, even when it came to sex. I had no idea what Domming or control was back then, but Greg always let me decide when, how fast, what position and everything in between. He really was good about it. Even when I would feel that anxiety and told him I was sorry but I couldn't, Greg would always smile and say that's okay I was worth the wait. One day we were lying there in his bed, after what honestly had been some damn good sex, I felt completely relaxed and had thoroughly enjoyed him enjoying me.

Well as we continued to lie there he had been looking for a little more. I started teasing him a little, playing with him, getting him worked up then saying I had to go. At that point I got up from the bed as if to leave, in reality all I was going to do was go to the bathroom, and come back because I had been having one of the few great times I could remember. Not only was I looking forward to more but had planned an spending the night. As I went to walk away from the bed Greg asked where, I was going.

I had laughed and told him that I was leaving. Greg then reached out and grabbed me by the hips pulling me back into the bed with him. I'd had my back to him so wasn't expecting it. Maybe if I had seen it coming, seen that he was smiling it would have been different. Well I didn't. All I knew was that I was being pulled back. I had an instant image of trying to crawl across the bed as a young girl and my foster father Frank grabbing me just like that, yanking me back telling me to get that sweet little ass back over here.

I lost it. I started screaming and fighting. Greg made the mistake of trying to continue to hold me. I bit his arm so hard he would need stitches and continued to scratch and claw until he let me go. Greg left the room to give me space. I got dressed and sat there crying refusing to come out. Greg called my house and Mom came to get me. It was a bit awkward as mom obviously knew what I had been doing there, but if it had been Mark he would have hurt him. Greg came over the next day and apologized as did I. After that I saw him a couple of more times but it was over. He had felt he had done something wrong. I knew he hadn't but once that feeling was there that was the end.

I felt terrible; Greg was a great guy, but he became the first of what was to be an ongoing list of the casualties of my dysfunction. That list had just received its latest victim Laura, who had been nothing short of perfect; professional, beautiful, sexy and she absolutely adored me. I managed to steer my thoughts away from Laura at least but couldn't pull out of the past. After Greg I didn't bother at all for awhile, I didn't want to hurt anyone. In the meantime I was lonely, and it was that loneliness that turned me towards my brother.

Mark not only loved me, but practically worshipped me. I could do no wrong in his eyes and god help the person that he thought would hurt me. Where no one else could say boo to him without him losing it, I could say or do anything to Mark and he was fine with it. He loved and trusted his big sister knowing I would never hurt him. Hurt no, but maybe take advantage of? Yes. I knew Mark loved Krissy or at least as much as he was capable of, and eventually he would have slept with her without my help. 

Truth was I was afraid of losing him. I wanted to cement the bond that we had, Keep him close make sure he would always be there with me. So I seduced him. Granted he was far from innocent I knew he wanted me, but he would have never gone after it, so I did. It was a risk; I was scared of being rejected by the one person who completely understood me. The one person who made me feel whole. I knew he felt the same for me as well but it was a matter of time before he found that with Krissy. I knew if I got there first however I would have him, Mark would always equate me with that feeling of love and safety, that closeness we so desperately wanted.

I knew there was no way Mark could turn me down that first night. He wanted me too badly and trusted that I wouldn't take him down the wrong path. I also made sure I told him it was more than sex, that I needed him. That next morning really was the big deal for me, I had gone to sleep thinking either Mark would realize we were what we really needed or wake up thinking it was a mistake. I was thrilled he came after me, but do admit to playing a little dirty, telling him to forget it. I guess I was a natural born Mistress even then. Better yet was the way he held me afterwards. 

I had meant what I said to him; we were the best of everything for each other. We became the outlet for our darkest sexual fantasies, but when all was said and done held each other like true loves. At that point I didn't care about Krissy or the host of girls I knew he would have afterwards. I would also continue to try to find someone as well. I just needed to know that at the end of the day I would always be who he wanted and needed most. In turn I always felt that no matter what happened I would always have my little brother to hold me and make it okay. Twenty years later he still was just last night...

"Hey Sis you in there?"

I came out of my fog to see Mark looking at me apparently he had finished a couple of minutes ago.

"Um yeah sorry." I said softly.

"That's okay it's good for me to be ignored by a beautiful woman once in awhile. Anyway as I was saying you were right that really was the beginning of..." He paused looking into my eyes which despite my efforts were filling up. 

"You okay sis?"

I nodded and whispered;

"And you've been there for me ever since little brother, even right now."

"Hey that's what..."

He stopped as I abruptly swung my legs out of his lap and getting up came over to him. Marks chair was bigger than mine, and didn't have arms. Feeling like a little girl I sat in his lap, wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and put my head into his neck. Mark put his arms around my waist.

"Hey it's okay Meg."

"Thank you." I cried into his neck. "For always being here for me, no matter how bad off I was you were here. Even when I made everyone else give up you never did." 

Mark slid his hand up to the back of my head and started stroking my hair. I kept going, once this started I couldn't stop. 

"You always protected me Mark, from everything."

"Not everything." He said softly

"You couldn't save me from me Mark. You told me that the night that I finally got straight for good. So you really did that to." I started crying harder. "Thank you!"

"Meg it's okay. I'm sorry I got you going. I was just..."

"Oh Mark I miss Laura!"

I started sobbing loudly at this point. Mark was quiet, then said;

"Well maybe you can go back and work it out."

"I can't Mark, I can't! She wants my heart, and I don't know how to give it," I paused as another sob wracked my body. "Hell I don't even know how to let someone give me theirs! Laura was perfect Mark she gave me everything and all she wanted was me."

"I didn't know you were that close." Mark said as he continued stroking my hair while his other hand also moved up to my back holding me tighter as I melted down.

"I... I didn't either that's the point I didn't even know she cared that much. It's not just Laura it's always like this. I don't think I'll ever find that feeling Mark. I think I'm too broken."

I stopped and just let myself go completely sobbing into his neck. Mark held me silently waiting for it to run its course. I should have known it was coming, the last two weeks had been too much.

"I'm sorry Mark." I whispered as I started to feel myself winding down.

"Don't be Meg."

"I am, you were so good to me today, everything was perfect and I act like this. It's not okay." I added, sounding like a brat but unable to help it.

"I'd rather you be like this with me then alone sis you know that."

I put my head up and kissed his cheek. Trust me when I tell you to say my brother is disliked by the majority of the people who know him would be an understatement, but to me he was the sweetest guy I knew.

"Feel any better?" He asked.

"A little." 

I did feel better, but remained where I was in his lap. Mark didn't seem to mind me being there either, as he leaned back a bit in the chair, and grabbing my hip slid me a little closer to him.

" Mark I'm sorry I made that crack about Samantha."

"Don't worry about Megan, it's no big deal."

"No," I told him. "It was. You were in love with her. You got to make love to her." I put my head down.

"No one's ever made love to me."

"Oh come on sis. I'm sure it's happened."

"Nope," I shook my head. "Let's face it with guys I'm either calling the shots or ripping them to shreds, and the women? Well it's sweeter, but I don't know." I looked up into his eyes.

"I think I was mad that you found it. Hell I've been looking, and you just fell into it." I put my head back on his chest.

"I'm sure somebody has Meg maybe you weren't sure."

"My therapist says I'll know when it happens. Let's face it our love/sex lines are blurred we don't even connect the two, but she told me that when I find it I'll feel it, that it's more than in your body." I paused then asked;

"Did you feel it with her Mark?"

He was quiet for a minute and I was wondering if he was going to ignore the question, then he softly said;

"Yes."

"Was it good enough for you to want it again?" This time there was no hesitation.

"Yes."

"Well at least you got to feel it. I guess I'm not the type men make love to." 

As soon as I said it I realized I had left myself wide open. Mark didn't disappoint me. With a laugh he said;

"Well what the hell sis that nasty girl thing you get going with kind of takes lovemaking off the table. I mean "fuck me like I need it" doesn't scream romance, it just leads to screaming."

In spite of the melancholy that had overtaken me I had to smile at that. Then trying to keep a straight face I looked up at him and pouted.

"Nasty girls need love too." 

Mark laughed again.

"I'm sure they do, and I'm sure you'll find it."

"Yeah?" I asked dubiously. "You think there's love out there for the nasty girl?"

"I'm sure there's plenty of love out there for you." He paused, and became serious. "As a matter of fact I'm sure there is."

"Yeah? I'll have to keep looking."

"Maybe it will find you." Mark said quietlyagain with that odd look on his face. It reminded me of the one he had this morning when he had carried me to the shower.

"What do you mean?" I asked. Mark shrugged. 

"I don't know just rambling."

"Oh please you literally don't say anything you don't have to." 

Mark shrugged again, and then looked away for a moment. There was something on his mind I could tell. Now I felt like an even bigger jerk since I was upset he would never bring up his own problems. I was going to ask anyways when he turned back to me with a smile;

"Tell you what. How about another quick story?"

"No it's my turn, and I'm not up for it."

"I'll go again."

"Why? You bitched about telling the last one."

"Because it'll cheer you up, I'm getting tired, and can't have you going to bed upset can we?"

"You sure?" 

"Absolutely, and this will be a fun one. It's about my favorite time of that whole weekend."

"Yeah? What was that?"

"Be quiet, and I'll tell you."

"Yes sir!" I pouted. Then asked in the little girl voice;

"Can I stay in your lap little brother?"

With that he hugged me closer and whispered;

"You can stay close to me anyway you want for as long as you want Megan."

I went to reply but he put his finger to my lips and started telling me about the rest of our first day.

I awoke to the alarm going off and glanced at the clock saw it was Ten thirty. I didn't need to be anywhere until twelve and Megan even later. Normally ten thirty was an unheard of time for me to sleep, but today I felt pissed I was up at all. I was so delightfully tired I could have stayed in bed for hours. The fact that I was still cuddled to my sister's naked body did nothing to make me want to leave bed. Megan sighed as she reached out and hit the alarm.

"Why are we up?" I asked. 

Her answer was to grind her bare ass into my cock and giggle.

"So we'd have time to play of course."

With that she rolled over to face me, and started kissing me. I enthusiastically returned the kiss as my hand ran down her side lingering on her tit where my fingers quickly found her nipple. Megan moaned softly and rolled over onto her back. I rolled over on top of her and after kissing her, slid down tonguing each of her nipples. I trailed my tongue down heading towards her pussy.

"Hold on I want to try something." She said. "lie on your back.

I did as she said. Megan sat up, then turning to face the foot of the bed swung her leg across my chest and lied down on top of me shoving her pussy into my face, and sucking my cock into her mouth. Grabbing her ass I spread her open, and eagerly started sucking her clit. A perfect sixty nine, my sister really was a nasty girl. Apparently Megan wasn't looking to get fucked as she was sucking fast and hard. I tried to concentrate on her clit but kept stopping to moan as she already had me close to cumming. Megan stopped sucking.

"Little brother? One more rule. Last night was your first time so I got you off quick, but from now on your big sister always cums first okay?"

"Sorry," I said captivated by the sight of my sister's pussy spread inches from my face. "You're just so good at it."

"Flattery will get you nowhere little brother. Since you can't hold back, you lick me til I cum then I'll take care of you got it?"

"Oh come on I was close."

"Then get to licking little brother! Faster I cum the faster you do."

Megan rested her head on my thigh and wiggled her perfect ass in my face. I was a little pissed but horny as hell. I sucked her clit into my mouth and started sucking harder and faster than last night.

"oooh someone's in a hurry." Megan cooed then moaned; "And getting better already."

I started swirling my tongue as I shoved a finger inside and within minutes I felt her thighs tighten around my sides. She started working her hips, shoving her wet pussy into my face.

"Oh yeah little brother just like that. Oh you want your turn don't you? Can't wait for your nasty big sister to suck you off can you?" 

Megan stopped to let out a long drawn out moan before bucking her hips even harder into my face.

"Oh oh right there Mark ohhhhh!"

Megan shoved her pussy in my face. I could feel it clenching around my fingers as she came. Megan let herself go limp on top of me and sighed.

"Oh goddamn."

Grabbing my cock she started stroking it.

"You ready little brother?"

"Oh yeah."

"Ready to cum in your sister's mouth?"

"Please stop teasing Megan." I begged. She laughed;

"Seeing you asked so nice why not?"

Megan took my cock all the way down, and held it there while I groaned. After what seemed an eternity she began rapidly sucking it in and out, letting out a small moan of her own every time she did. My thighs were trembling in no time. I tried to hold back but she was sucking with a purpose. I let out a loud moan as I exploded into her mouth. Once again I couldn't believe how hard I came. My hips twitched, and I let out a soft whimper as Megan continued to suck milking every last drop out of me. With a loud slurping noise Megan let go of my cock and rolled off me. After turning around on the bed she lied next to me resting her forearms on my chest and staring up into my face.

"Good morning little brother!" She exclaimed flashing that huge crooked smile of hers.

"Good morning." I said still trying to catch my breath. Megan sighed and got up.

"I'm going to shower." She extended her hand to me. "Care to join me?"

We stayed in the shower for close to an hour only jumping out when we ran out of hot water. I have to say out of everything we had done so far, playing in there might have been my favorite. Last night and this morning Megan had come on a bit strong but in the shower it was a different story. As we took our time touching, and playing, and soaping each other up, Megan laughed, and smiled her blue eyes lighting up every time she did. At one point as we stood under the water together rinsing off I looked at her, again thinking that she really was the most beautiful girl I knew. I told her so and she blushed furiously, but her smile got even wider as she did.

As I stood in the warm steam, with Megan leaning up against me while I took my time shampooing her hair I couldn't help but think how right she had been. We were young, beautiful, and sexy. Why not enjoy? The hot water, the steam, our soapy skin, Megan's wet hair, everything seemed more noticeable and enjoyable. It was as if something had changed and I was feeling everything for the first. Speaking of first times Megan told me it was her first time in the shower with anyone which made me feel good. Apparently real good as my cock was becoming hard yet again. Megan noticed as well, her hand dropping down behind her to start stroking it. This time I took the lead. I turned her around to face me, and after pushing her back up against the shower wall grabbed her by the ass and lifted her up onto my cock. Megan wrapped her long legs around my waist and gasped as I started pumping her hard against the wall. I leaned forward and kissed her, she put her arms around my shoulders as we held the kiss moaning into each other's mouths. Megan pulled away and lifted her head up crying out as I fucked her hard and fast. I bent my head down sucking her wet nipple into my mouth. I came surprisingly quick considering it was the third time in as many hours, shooting it deep up inside of her incredible pussy. Megan let her feet drop to the floor then squealed as the water turned ice cold. She quickly hopped out of the shower but I stayed in reveling in the sensation of the cold after the heat. Constant comfort was for the weak and how could you appreciate comfort if you didn't suffer first?




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 07



I got out and dried off listening to Megan curse as she saw what time it was. She went to her room to get ready for work. I dressed , grabbed the gym bag that contained my karate uniform , then went downstairs and made some scrambled eggs as I was hungrier than I could ever remember --well since I had gotten out of Max's where I was forced to go without eating on a regular basis-. I ate like an animal including Megan's and had to make more. 

Megan came down a few minutes later dressed in her Vinnie's uniform which now that I knew exactly what was underneath looked even better. I thought of all those guys who stared at her legs every day and was turned on by the thought that I had gotten between them. I smiled at her as she sat down and dove into the food; guess I wasn't the only one who worked up an appetite.

"Thanks for making breakfast Mark."

"Least I could do." I told her still grinning like an idiot.

"What?" She asked.

"Well after last night I guess I can tell you that you look fucking hot in that uniform."

"Yeah?" She flashed a big smile. "You like?"

"Hell yeah." I told her.

"Good to know."

I saw it was quarter to twelve, and got up to leave. I went to give Megan a kiss on the cheek, but she turned her head so her lips met mine.

"You are a hell of a kisser Mark."

"Thanks."

"Hey Mark? I have to work until eight, tell you what though be in your room and when you hear me come home give me like twenty minutes and come downstairs okay?"

"Why."

Megan rolled her eyes.

"If I said it wouldn't be a surprise. Let's just say you're sister will have something special for her naughty little brother."

Karate class absolutely killed me. I was tired, sore, and distracted. Even the sensei was riding my ass during the sparring matches. We had a big tournament next week against a top school and I was our best shot at taking home a trophy. I was so distracted the kid I was sparring caught me good and dropped me on my back. The teacher was much happier after that though as I came up with a spin kick that took the kids headgear off and almost knocked him out completely. No one takes me. Ever, at anything.

I took the bus home where I showered and zoned in front of the television watching a sox twins double header. Every few minutes I would glance at the clock thinking 8 would never get here and wondering what my nasty girl sister had in mind. I must have dozed off as I jumped at the sound of Megan's car door in the driveway. I quickly ran upstairs and went into my room. I heard her come in then heard the sound of her heel on the floor and then I couldn't hear anything. I sat on my bed watching the clock counting the minutes.

Finally when I had given it close to a half hour I stood up and went downstairs. I was wearing shorts and a tank top and hoped it would be okay. All the lights were off and I stood at the foot of the stairs looking around. Not hearing anything I slowly made my way through the dark living room. I saw a flickering light coming from the partially open dining room door, and made my way over and went in. There were over a dozen candles lit around the room, and I noticed the huge cherry wood table itself was completely cleared off. 

"Why good evening sir." Megan said stepping out from the corner where she had been standing.

"Um Hi." I said.

Megan was still wearing the Vinnie's uniform complete with the name tag which she pointed to.

"My name is Megan and I will be taking care of you this evening." She gave me a big smile and batted her eyes at me.

"Here let me show you to your seat."

Taking my hand Megan led me to the table and sat me down in one of the chairs that was pulled away from the table.

"Not only am I your server this evening but I am also what's being served"

Putting her arms up over her head she turned in a slow circle as usual I was spellbound by how good those black stockings looked. Finished her turn she asked;

"So do you like what's on the menu?"

"Oh do I."

Megan sauntered over in front of me, and leaning back against the table started unbuttoning her white blouse.

"Could I interest you in our specials?" She asked as her blouse fell open to reveal a skimpy black lace bra.

I nodded feeling my cock beginning to rise in my pants.

"Yeah you'd like to try them?"

"I would love to."

"Well okay" Megan said and keeping the bra on simply pulled the cups down underneath her tits pushing them up even more.

"The portions aren't large but I hear their quite tasty." She said with a wink. 

Not needing to be offered again I leaned forward cupping her tits, and playing with them while sucking her left nipple into my mouth.

"Ooooh sir," She whispered. "I see you have quite an appetite." 

I switched off on her tits and Megan wrapped her arms around my neck sighing as I took my time switching my mouth from one nipple to the other. After a few minutes Megan pushed my head back.

"And now what would be a great meal without a better desert" 

With that Megan hopped up on the table and hiking up her skirt opened her legs.

"Oh damn" I whispered. 

Megan's stockings had been torn out in the middle and she wasn't wearing panties leaving her pussy perfectly framed by the black material of the stockings.

"Yeah little brother? You in the mood for something sweet?" 

I nodded starting to lean in, but Megan said;

"Take your shirt off first." 

I pulled off the shirt and Megan raised her legs draping them over my shoulders.

"See? Now you can feel my stockings."

I leaned in again burying my face in her pussy which was already soaking wet. Megan hadn't been wrong her legs felt damn good on my skin. I started rubbing my hands on her thighs enjoying the stockings even more.

"Oh sir, that is so nice." She moaned. "I hope you're going to give me a nice big tip for this" 

I slipped two fingers inside of her and began sucking her clit but softer than this morning, taking my time.

Megan reached down and started playing with my hair. I heard a thump behind me then another as she kicked her heels off before placing her feet on my shoulders. Seeing her stockinged feet on my bare skin sent a thrill through me. I stopped licking her pussy long enough to turn my head to the left and unable to help myself kissed the side of her foot.

"Ooooh" Megan cooed "You do like feet don't you?" 

Raising her foot she rubbed it alongside my face. I grabbed it and kissed the bottom. Megan giggled.

"That tickles"

I let go of her foot and returned to her pussy after a couple of licks asked;

"Does that tickle?"

"No that feels really gooood." 

As I continued to go down on her I looked up to see Megan was playing with her nipples while lying flat on her back on the table.

"Oh yeah," She said. "Look at you licking my pussy on the table. I'm going to think about this tomorrow when Mom and Dad are home and were eating dinner!" 

Megan started to rock her hips into my face while continuing; 

"That's right we'll be eating together like a happy little family, and I'll be thinking about your face buried in my hot wet pussy." 

As she spoke she started to groan the words out as her hips moved faster.

"And you know what? I'll be wet. I'll be sitting there soaking through my panties thinking of you, and you'll think about it to and you'll be hard." She moaned loudly. 

"And after dinner I'll meet you upstairs, in my room in my bed and we'll..." 

Megan came louder than she had last night with her feet pushing so hard on my shoulders I had to make an effort to stay where I was. Megan arched her back off the table, and after a few soft noises that almost sounded like whimpers she let herself go limp. I sat back and as I did kissed the tip's of Megan's toes rubbing them across my lips, Damn it was a turn on. 

"Go ahead little brother suck on them. Suck your sister's toes."

I hesitated feeling a little weird but what the hell it turned him on, and everything seemed to turn Megan on. Opening my mouth I began to suck on her toes through the stockings. I couldn't believe how hard it was making me.

"Well sir I hope you enjoyed your meal." Megan said sitting up and moving her foot away.

"I did."

"And how was the service?"

"Excellent." I answered smiling, this was fun.

"And your server? Was she warm and welcoming?"

"Very."

"Well then I hope you'll give her a nice big tip." 

She pouted at me, once again batting her eyes.

"Please sir? Will you give me a big tip? A poor horny little girl like me could really use one."

"A very big tip." I said.

"Well then show it to me. Show me what a good job I did."

I stood, and pulled my shorts down. My cock was as hard as a rock, and Megan cooed;

"Well I guess I must have done a good job to get that big of a tip." 

Megan put her foot on my chest pushing me back down into the chair. 

"So you like my pretty little feet do you? You like how they look?"

"Yes."

"Well how does this look?" 

Raising her legs she put her feet in my lap. With one on each side of my cock Megan slowly started to jerk me off with her feet, when she got to the tip she squeezed them together forcing the pre cum to drip out. I sat amazed by the sight of her stocking feet working my cock. Megan took her right foot and placed it along the length of my cock rubbing it along the front. Her left foot slid underneath my balls where she started wiggling her toes.

"Oh that is... oh." I moaned.

"Yeah you like that Mark? You like watching my sexy little feet jerk off that big hard cock?"

"Oh yes"

"Well as much as I would love to give you a foot job little brother, your nasty sister is going to be a little selfish because I want that cock." 

Megan lied back on the table and putting her legs straight up very slowly let them open, her hand reaching down to spread herself open. I stood up to find the table was perfect height, my cock dead even with Megan's pussy. I started to ease it in slowly.

"Oh just give it to me!"

On that note I plunged my cock inside of her with one hard thrust.

"Oh god!" Megan yelled "Damn that's deep" 

I began to fuck her hard, harder than even last night reaching up I grabbed her ankles holding her legs up, and open as I fucked her. Where this had come from I had no idea, it just seemed to come naturally. Megan also seemed to appreciate it.

"Oh yeah look at you Mark! Look at you fucking the shit out of that pussy!" 

I looked down at her loving what I saw. Last night Megan had been completely naked, tonight however she was still fully dressed; her skirt hiked up, and her blouse open but everything still on. Megan's head was back her mouth open, and her eyes rolled back. I reared back and began fucking her even harder. Megan's arms were out to the side and she had let her legs go limp in my grasp it was as if she had given in and I was... Taking her! That's exactly what I was doing I was taking her right here on the fucking dining room table! Megan was making little yelping sounds every time I drove my cock inside, and the noises were driving me crazy. I started fucking her even harder.

"Oh my fucking god yes!" Megan cried out. "Yes! Yes!" 

I turned my head to the side and in the mirrored shadow box that hung on the wall saw our reflection. Saw myself fucking Megan, her legs up, my hands around her black clad legs, and her tits bouncing back and forth as I slammed her relentlessly. It was enough to send me over the edge.

"Ohh Megan!" 

"Oh I love that Mark! I love you moaning my name I do!"

I groaned again a few more pumps was all it would take. Megan lifted her head smiling.

"When you're ready pull it out and hold it, and I'll give you another treat."

Two more hard thrusts and I pulled it out. Megan sat up, pushed herself further back, and placed her feet flat on the table.

"Go ahead right there! Cum all over your sister's feet." 

I let my cock go and a huge shot of cum hit the top of Megan's right foot another spurt went part way up her ankle. I kept cumming, and by the time I was done it was all over both of her feet.

"Oh my god" I said falling back into the chair.

"Wow that's a lot." Megan said looking at her feet. She sat there panting for a couple of minutes then said;

"Damn that was something else." She laughed "You know Mark you really are good at everything you try." 

"Thank you." I answered and then smiled wickedly at her as a thought entered my mind.

"What's that for look for?"

I gave her another big smile, and asked;

"Do you think next time you could wear your old cheerleader uniform?"



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 08



Unlike after the last story which had gotten me quite emotional, this time I laughed out loud as Mark finished up. He had been right that was a fun memory. Back before things started getting out of control for both of us, back when Mark and I were still living with the folks, and the sneaking and secrecy added even more of a thrill to the already hot sex we were having. After that afternoon there were many family meals Mark and I would sit and smile at each other, knowing full well that afterwards while mom watched game shows, and dad read the paper or napped we would be upstairs, doors locked fucking like animals. As usual Mark had come up with exactly what I had needed. Even the thought of the cheerleader uniform was great. That had led to another hot time and in the folk's bed no less.

"And I did wear it for you didn't I little brother?" I asked him.

"Yup the next weekend, looked damn good too." He laughed. "Hell that little thing you wore earlier reminded me of it. You still got the legs sis."

"These legs?" 

I slowly straightened them out raising them up and pointing my toes down they always had been my best feature.

"Those legs." Mark agreed, as starting at the top of my foot he ran his hand down my right leg. I lifted them straight up in the air causing the robe slid up to my hips. I wasn't wearing anything underneath and could feel the cool night air on my pussy. That feeling was replaced by Marks finger as he slid it inside.

"Ooohh" I let out a surprised moan.

Mark's thumb found my clit and I bent my legs at the knees unable to keep them straight up as he played. Reaching inside the robe with his left hand he started twisting the barbell in my nipple. Not hard, just enough to pull the sensitive skin back and forth. I started to move, but Mark held me close to him and whispered;

"Just sit back and let your little brother take care of you."

I was in no mood to argue. I closed my eyes and laid my head against his muscular chest. I let myself completely relax as his talented fingers slowly worked my wet pussy. Within minutes I was moaning softly into his neck as the orgasm flowed through me. It wasn't as hard as my previous ones of the day but it was soooo nice. I sighed, and sat up straight, feeling Marks hard cock pressing into my ass. I was starting to wonder if I could take the chance of moving the robe to ride him on the deck. There was no one else outside, and even all the lights around us were out. I stood up to tell him when my blackberry went off on the small table. I glanced over but couldn't see the number from where I was.

"You don't need to get that do you?" Mark asked.

"Screw that. I have a cock to take care of." I told him as I started to lift my robe. "How about I go for a ride?"

"Inside." Mark said as the phone stopped. 

"Whatever you want little brother." I certainly wasn't going to disagree.

The phone started again, and Mark rolled his eyes.

"Just check it sis, it might be important." 

With a sigh I stepped away checking the number. It was Royce.

"It's my dealer." I realized how bad that sounded. "Art dealer." I added.

"I know Meg. Does he always call at one am.?" Mark seemed annoyed which was odd he was usually pretty easy going about little things.

"He knows I paint at night, plus knows I'm usually up anyways."

"And how does he know that?" Mark asked definitely sounding aggravated now. What was up tonight? It's not like I wasn't a sure thing.

The phone had stopped ringing, and I heard the voice mail chime in. 

"Trust me Mark if he were here Royce would want to sit on your lap not mine. He's positively flaming." I paused. "Could be big though, I had the showing yesterday."

"Then call him back." Mark sighed and sat back. 

I looked at him sitting there shirtless, that perfectly flat stomach, the massive bad ass tattoo's, and that huge bulge in his pants. Goddamn he looked hot! I hesitated It's not like Royce couldn't wait until tomorrow. I mean this was my vacation after all.

"I'm not going anywhere, make your call I'll sit out here." Mark said. He didn't sound pissed anymore just sort of disgusted.

"You sure Mark? I feel like a bitch."

"No problem. Come get me when you're done."

I looked at him for a moment Mark had that intense look in his eyes that he got whenever there was something on his mind. Well big sister could take care of that. I'd wear him out then get him to talk. Just like the old days.

"Yeah?" I pouted. "You'll wait for your sexy big sister?"

I went to kiss him on the cheek, but he caught my lips with a soft kiss.

"I've waited a long time for you sis. I can wait a few more minutes."

Before I could respond the damn phone started again. Mark turned away from me putting his left leg up on the railing and crossing his arms as if ending any further conversation. I stared for a moment ignoring the phone wondering what he had just meant. My brother was as straightforward as you could get and certainly never wasted words. I wasn't really sure how to take what he had just said. I was just getting ready to shut the phone off when Mark spoke without turning around;

"Just answer the phone Meg."

I shook my head and left the deck. As I shut the glass door behind me, I stood and watched Mark. His right leg was shaking back and forth, a telltale sign he was nervous. As if to confirm that thought he reached out, and took another cigarette from the pack on the table and lit it. Definitely something going on, it just seemed all of a sudden. Then again maybe it had been there earlier and I had just been wrapped up in my own drama to see it. It certainly wouldn't be the first time that had happened that's for sure.

Years ago I had known Mark had found Max and after talking him out of going after him, did the right thing and stayed with him for a couple of weeks to make sure he would be okay. Afraid it was looking funny I was staying at his place so long I decided to stay with Tommy, long story short I fell off the wagon and leaving my brother a note left town again.

Within days Mark had gotten Max back to his apartment, I was on my way back from Boston where miraculously I had managed to stay straight and called Mark who already sounding as if he were cracking told me Max was on his way over. I immediately called the police but they didn't believe me. I called again from outside Mark's place over Mitch's the bar where he worked at the time.

They finally showed up but not before Mark had broken over a dozen bones in Max's body. At that thought I had the sudden terrifying image of Mark, covered in blood and screaming like a maniac, standing over the twitching all but unrecognizable body of Max Thompson. With a shudder I pushed that image out of my mind. I should have never left Mark's side, should have never given in again to my weakness. I could have prevented the event that almost ruined my brother's life before he had even gotten started. 

To this day Mark still not only has nightmares of Max beating him as a child, but also replays that horrific day in his mind over and over. My brother had lost it that day. Ending up in butler hospital for two weeks before it was decided that he had only been a danger to Max because of the history between them. I had managed to talk my brother down at his apartment and helped him through the hospital stay and had also managed to enlist the aid of his friend Alex Warner to hire a lawyer to defend my brother and see that it never made trial. Mark of course says to this day that he owes me his life, but the reality is I had let him down when he most needed me.

On that note I turned and walked away going into the living room to call Royce back. I knew better than to continue down that path of blame. What's done is done. All I can do is make sure that it will never happen again, that I'm there for Mark whenever he needs me. It had made me feel much better a couple of years ago when I was there to pick up the pieces after he pushed Samantha away. Mark had needed his sister and I had stayed for two weeks until I was absolutely sure he would be okay.

I sat on the couch, stretched my legs out on the coffee table, and called Royce wondering if it really was a big deal or if maybe he was just looking for someone to talk to. Royce and I had met at an NA meeting when I had first moved to Chicago. Like me Royce had been clean only about a year and was also trying to get his career going again. I truly believe it was fate that had put us together. Royce is ten years older than me and had been an art dealer of no small reputation until his habits over took him and he had a fall from grace.

Royce however had always been a likable guy, and a couple of his bigger clients took him back as their agent. He had just started to get some of his reputation back when he asked me if I would be interested in letting him show some of my things. Royce paid immediate dividends showing my paintings to Abigail Lefay the owner of the Black Flame. In another sign that fate was trying to help me out, this was the same Abigail that my brother Mark had been talking about for years and was planning on introducing me to when he could make it down.

Apparently Mark knew Abigail from both his "Group" as well as the occult circuit. Abigail was a direct descendant of a family of witches from Salem and was a sanctioned priestess of the church of Satan. Needless to say between her finding out that I knew Mark, was a disciple of Levay, and had Royce talking up my work, things worked out better than I could have expected. Abigail let me display my paintings in her club for ten percent of the sales; Royce received another fifteen and the rest was mine. I had done quite well there and my reputation was beginning to spread.

Since that time Royce and I had become pretty good friends one of the few each one of us had. We would call each other if one of us was having a rough time. So there was always the chance he had just called because he was struggling. This time though it was not the case. Royce had called to tell me that Albert Walsh, an eccentric millionaire that was heavily into the occult had sent a spotter to my showing yesterday. 

As I listened with my heart beating fast in my chest Royce proceeded to tell me that Walsh had called him a half hour ago and wanted to meet me. More than that, he wanted to commision me to paint a series of "visions" he claimed to have had while meditating. Walsh, who was a bit of an artist himself had drawn sketches of these and wanted them painted. According to Royce, Walsh had said he wanted them and he was quoting "Brought to nightmarish reality, and only the Decosta touch could do them justice".

I had been a little put off at that point. I do originals not interpretations. Royce then explained that Walsh was talking well over six figures and was ready to put down half up front if they could be completed by the end of the year. Royce had continued to talk for awhile but I wasn't really listening. Over one hundred thousand dollars! For my work! The only drawback was Walsh was leaving for Europe Saturday and wanted to meet Friday morning. I had planned on staying until next Sunday, but would obviously have to leave on Thursday. 

I felt bad, having looked forward to an entire week with Mark as well as some time with the folks, but Albert Walsh! Mark would be disappointed, since I had moved to Chicago we only saw each other every few months or so. Fact was Mark hadn't been happy with me moving down there in the first place, but he understood why. I could have never gotten a new start here with so many painful memories around me. I needed a clean slate and after a few months of abstinence had found out that my best friend from college Betty, who had also been my first true "girlfriend" was moving down to Chicago and went down there with her. We stayed with her cousin for awhile which was when I had met Royce and made my first few sales enabling me to support myself for the first time in my life. Except for missing Mark and my parents I have never questioned it was the right move.

I hung up with Royce and resisted the urge to jump up and down like a little girl. I had been doing well the last couple of years making close to the six figure mark last year, but this was huge! Walsh was constantly surrounded by a group of rich poser's, the type that if he bought one of my paintings and loved it then of course they would have to have one as well. At that point I could name my price; this could literally set me up for years to come! If there had been any lingering effects of the melancholy that had brought me up here in the first place they were certainly gone now. For the first time in my life I felt like my brother, felt that I had taken control of my destiny and taken what I wanted.

Speaking of my little brother; there was some hot celebratory sex to be had! Between the good news and the ride I planned on taking him on he would get over me leaving sooner than I was supposed to. Then I would find out what was on his mind. As complicated as Mark put himself out to be he was in the end a typical man; fuck his brains out and he would tell me anything. Before I got up to go claim my hot little brother I glanced down at the phone and saw I had two voicemails. I had thought I only heard Royce leave one. I dialed in and out the phone to my ear to listen. The first one was Royce and I laughed as I listened to it;

"Hey sweetie it's Royce when you get off your knees, get on the phone and give me a call."

The second message however took the smile off my face.

"Hey Megan its Laura," She paused for a moment I could already hear she was emotional.

"I... um just wanted to let you know I was at our, I mean you're house today to get the last of my things. I left the keys and the spare key to your car on the table." There was another pause and I could picture her trying not to cry, her big baby blue eyes filling up. When she continued however she sounded better than when she had started;

"Listen Megan I'm sorry I didn't take things well. I didn't mean a lot of what I said. I was just upset. I know I said I would make sure the magazine sent someone else to cover your next showing that I couldn't see you anymore, but I really want to if it's okay with you. I... I understand it wasn't either one of us. I was looking for more and I'm sorry I called you cold. I know you gave as much as you could. We'll both find what we want. I know you don't think you can but you will Megan. You've been through a lot and you need that special someone who can understand you."

I listened with mixed emotions; sadness at the fact that it had ended at all, but happy that Laura sounded like she was doing okay with it. When we had ended I had been more upset for her than myself. For me this was getting to be old hat, but Laura had not been in many relationships and I had selfishly let her fall hard and fast hoping she could be the one.

"Well I know when most people break up they always focus on the bad, and I just wanted to let you know that I'm choosing to remember the good times because there were a lot of those, I hope you do too. You're a better person than you think Megan and were always good to me. I know you're on vacation visiting your family, but when you come back give me a call I'd like to keep in touch. Bye Megan."

I sat back and found myself smiling. A day ago I would have seen that call as another reminder of my problems; another sign that I wasn't like everyone else that I couldn't be happy. However after a fantastic twenty four hours with Mark, and the news Royce had just given me, I was in a much better frame. Laura was right, people especially myself always remembered the bad times. Hell Mark and I had been through plenty of them, but had spent the last couple of hours recalling some of our best times. It was too late to call Laura back, but I would make sure that I did tomorrow, tell her how much I appreciated what she had said, and would love to keep in touch with her. 

As I sat back I found myself thinking of some of those times with Laura. I had spent close to a year with her but quickly looking back on it I think the first time I had been with her was the best. Laura had been so shy, I would find out later she normally never was, but she had been a fan of my work, and when she met me at one of my showings was completely taken by me and had no idea that I was open to women. She had been like a young girl who had suddenly been asked out by the most popular boy in school. As if in tribute to our time together I decided to stay inside for a few more minutes and let that night play through my mind.

I met Laura at one of my showings at The Black Flame. It was towards the end of the exhibit which I thought had gone pretty well, all in all it had been a good day. A few moments later it would become a great day. I was just getting ready to start taking some of the paintings down when someone called my name.

I turned to see an extremely attractive blonde woman who looked to be in her late twenties standing there with a small notepad in her hands. She introduced herself as Laura Manning a reporter from Art scope a Chicago based online Magazine. I told her I had heard of it, and she asked me if I might have a couple of minutes to answer some questions for her. I'm not really one to talk much about my work, I like to think it should speak for itself, but was smart enough to realize that press was a good thing. I admit that the fact that Laura was absolutely beautiful added to the desire to spend some time talking to her.

As I answered some basic questions, I let my eyes wander over her; I wasn't blatant, waiting until she would start writing to check her out. Laura was a little shorter than me, with gorgeous honey blond hair that she had up in a bun that was way too old for her and that I was already dying to see down. She was wearing a small pair of those librarian type glasses that screamed sexy professional behind which were a pair of huge baby blue eyes. The finishing touch on that flawless face was a pair of soft full lips that were very much like my own.

Working my gaze downward I discovered that Laura's perfection did not end at her face. Despite her obvious efforts to cover them with a very businesslike blazer, Laura's breasts were still quite prominent pushing the blazer out and still showing a fair amount of cleavage as well as just a teasing glimpse of what looked like a black lace bra. Laura's skirt was slightly above the knee and from what I could see of her legs they were as well shaped as the rest of her. All in all Laura had the appearance of one of those hot high school teachers that every boy fantasized about at night. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't already had a couple flit through my mind.

As I've mentioned I do not check out women on a regular basis, but Laura had me all but staring. My interest was piqued even more when after it occurred to me I had been staring for awhile and not paying attention, I looked back up and was pleasantly surprised to see Laura's eyes fixated on my legs. I was wearing a long black skirt with slits that ran all the way up to my hips. The front and back of the skirt were held together with lengths of chain. I was wearing a black lace tank top that fell short exposing my stomach and the silver pendant that hung from my pierced naval. My long black hair was down and I was wearing very little make up except for the deep red lipstick which accentuated my perfect lips.

I watched Laura's eyes work their way up from my long legs to my stomach, then linger on my tits which were propped up well by the top. I was wearing a lace bra under the top making my pierced nipples quite visible. The look on Laura's face as she looked up and saw me looking was priceless.

"You were saying?" I asked pretending that I had been paying attention.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 08



"Oh," Laura stammered. "I'm sorry I was just um, thinking that you really uh... dress the part."

"Really?" I gave her my huge smile. "Is that all you were thinking?"

Laura blushed and looked away. Oh this could be fun I thought. Laura asked a few more questions about my inspirations and influences. I never go into great detail on these things I mentioned that I had a troubled childhood and that painting is the way I release some of that darkness. During the conversation Laura all but stuttered, wouldn't make eye contact and in general acted like a star struck teenager. It was flattering as well as a hell of a turn on to have this beauty, who I'm sure has had her share of men as well as women drooling over her to act like this with me.

At this time I reached up to pull my hair back in a pony tail causing my top to ride up even more showing the bottom of my bra. The move was not lost on Laura whose eyes dropped to my tits immediately. Once again I caught her looking and she quickly stammered;

"You have beautiful hair." 

I smiled seeing my opening.

"I'd say yours is even more beautiful, but I'd just be guessing seeing your hiding it." I shook my head. "Now why would you do that?"

Laura smiled shyly, and shrugged.

"More professional I suppose."

"Because were professional around here?" I asked then followed it up a question of my own.

"Seeing I gave you some time Laura could you do something for me?"

"Well sure Miss.."

"Megan." I said quickly

"Megan," She said my name as if savoring the sound of it. "Okay sure what can I do?"

Oh be careful with that one my little flower, I thought to myself before answering;

"Would you let your hair down for me Laura?"

Laura blushed again as I continued;

"You have such a beautiful face I'd love to see how it looks with your hair framing it." She hesitated and I added. "Please Laura? For me?"

Laura flashed that adorable shy smile again, and reaching back pulled the pin from her hair to let it down. It did not go unnoticed that as she did she gave her head a toss back shaking it down, a deliberately sexy move. Laura's hair was as long as my own and an amazing shade of golden blonde that already had me wondering if she'd have that color elsewhere.

"Damn that looks even better than I imagined." 

As I spoke I stepped forward and reaching out, ran my hand through it. Laura all but shuddered and her face began to flush as I repeated the gesture with the other hand.

"Thank you Megan." She whispered softly. I smiled again, and without asking permission reached out gently removing her glasses. Laura made no move to stop me.

"Are these professional as well?" I asked looking into those big blue eyes.

"Well kind of, I do need them." She smiled a little bolder this time. "But I wear contacts when I go out."

"Good, no reason to hide these eyes dear, their gorgeous."

"So are yours," She replied as she returned my stare. "I've never seen such light blue eyes, you can almost see through them."

"Thank you," I decided to make her put it on the line. "Well Laura I have to start packing up so if there were no other questions?"

Laura looked disappointed, and also nervous. She stood there looking down for a moment and I could imagine her telling herself to just go ahead and ask. Finally she looked up;

"You know Miss... I mean Megan, I volunteered to come here because I'm a big fan of your work, and uh well I know you don't have much time today so do you maybe think I could ask you a few more questions some time? Like maybe over coffee?"

I looked at her as if I were thinking it over enjoying the nervous look on her face. After a minute I leaned forward again running my hand through her hair.

"Tell you what Laura," I began, "If you're interested in my work, and my work only I'll gladly meet you for coffee, However" I leaned even closer so I could whisper in her ear, close enough that she would feel my breath on her neck. 

"If you're interested in more I would love to take you to dinner tonight." I stepped back and had to make an effort not to laugh as Laura turned beet red, she was smiling however and managed to get out;

"I.. I'd like that Megan I really would."

"Good, that way you can really get to know me," I smiled as the blush got even deeper. Once again I whispered in her ear. "Because Laura, I am dying to get to know you."

With that I took her chin in my hand and placed a quick soft kiss on those perfect lips. Laura had stood there with her mouth all but open and this time I did laugh;

"I know," Laura said, "I'm acting like a kid, I'm sorry I just wasn't sure if you... you know were into women."

"I'm into you dear and that's all that counts no?" 

Laura nodded grinning from ear to ear and quickly wrote her address and phone number down and passed it to me. I glanced at it and as she started to walk away said;

"Laura? Just one thing"

"What's that?" She asked looking nervous again.

"I don't want professional, I want playful." With that I winked at her and turned back to the wall to start to pack up.

I picked Laura up at seven and took her to Spiaggias for dinner. Laura looked incredible! She was wearing a red low cut blouse that showed off quite a bit of her impressive breasts and a short black skirt that barely made it to her mid thigh. As expected her legs were nothing short of perfect, they were made to look more amazing by a pair of four inch red stilettos. Her hair was down, and the glasses were gone. I also noticed her nails which had been pink earlier were a deep shade of red the toes matched of course as did the lips. I had requested playful, Laura however was out to kill.

I was wearing a one piece black strapless sundress that tied behind my neck with a shawl to cover the large medusa tattoo on my arm, and was also wearing high heels after all my legs were my best feature. I have to say I think Laura was Laura's best feature. Sitting across the table from her I couldn't remember ever being with such a beautiful woman. I told her that and her face turned redder than her blouse. 

Dinner was wonderful, the food excellent, and the company not only gorgeous but looking at me with those puppy dog eyes that told me that there was no doubt what desert would be. We talked quite a bit and mostly about her. I told her some basics but also mentioned that to me my life had really just started a few years ago and I don't talk about the past. Laura was fine with that telling me that just being here with me was enough for her.

Midway through dinner I took her hand across the table. Laura smiled but looked around nervously, I asked why and she shrugged saying she was worried about what people might think, not for her but me with my career. At that point I slid my shoe off, and as I ran my foot up her soft leg under the table told her;

"Laura, I am with the best looking woman in the room, why wouldn't I want to flaunt it?"

That not only got another blush but a precious little giggle as well. We left and as we drove in my black infinity I put my hand on her bare knee and began caressing her leg from the knee to up under her skirt. Laura started breathing heavier, and to my delight she reached down to ease the seat back a little, then opened her leg up wider for me. Driving slowly I slid my hand all the way up her thighs to right between her legs. I started breathing heavy myself when I felt how wet her panties were. I started rubbing my fingers up and down the wet material. I glanced over to see Laura had her eyes closed; her lips were parted as she started moaning softly.

I worked my hand under her panties and started stroking the back of my hand along her pussy. I let out a sigh as my hand was instantly wet. Laura clenched her thighs tightly around my hand and as I held it still started grinding her hips working my hand into her clit. Laura was letting out the most adorable little moans and her face was flushed. We came to a red light and not caring if anyone noticed or not I turned in my seat, slid my hand up her blouse and lightly pinched her left nipple through her bra. 

"Ohhhh," Laura let out a loud moan. She turned to look at me and our lips met, Laura's lips were full, soft, and delicious, as she opened her mouth to moan I slid my tongue in her mouth. Right there at a red light, cars on both sides of us, my hand working her pussy, Laura came. I moved my hand from her tit to the back of head and held it there. Laura moaned into my mouth as we continued to kiss and the orgasm crashed through her. Her hips bucked off the seat, her moans turning into a series of tiny whimpers. 

When I felt her body relax I pulled my head back in time to see two young guys in a red pickup truck staring directly at us, the passenger's mouth hanging open. I looked directly at the driver and opening my mouth flicked my tongue out at him before winking and turning back to face front Oh Megan you are a nasty girl I thought. A horn blared behind me and as I pulled out I glanced over at Laura who was still trying to catch her breath.

"My place?" I asked.

"Yes," Laura panted. "Oh please yes."

Fifteen minutes later we arrived at my condo. I held Laura's hand during the walk across the lot and down the hallway. We got several looks from people and I loved it. I think at this point even Laura was getting a kick out of it. In the elevator we kissed long and hard both of us breathless by the time we got to my floor. We entered my condo and Laura started looking at some of my older paintings that I had hanging in the living room. I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her towards my bedroom. 

"I'll give you the tour tomorrow hon," I told her. "Right now all I'm interested in you seeing is me."

Laura once again let out one of those adorable school girl giggles as she allowed me to pull her along the hallway to my bedroom. We entered and Laura looked around probably a bit surprised that the room was pretty normal, I did not share my brothers desire to make my bedroom a dungeon slash sanctum. I did have a very large canopy bed however complete with a black comforter and the same blood red satin sheets Mark favored.

I closed the door behind us and taking Laura by the hand again walked her over to the foot of the bed. I turned her so her back was to the bed, then wrapping my arms around her shoulders kissed her again, not hard this time but soft and slow enjoying those full lips and soft tongue. Laura was making those cute little sounds again especially when I started running my hands through her hair. Leaving her hair my hands travelled down her sides, grazing her breasts and going up her skirt to grab her hips.

Laura's hands were also moving sliding down my back and grabbing my ass surprisingly hard. As she trailed her hands back up she ran her nails lightly across my back sending shivers through me. As we kissed I brought my hands around front and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. When I was done I slid it from her shoulders and stepped back taking in the sexy red lace bra that was barely containing what appeared to be an even larger chest than I had imagined earlier.

"Let me see them. " I told her.

"These?" Laura asked with a sly smile cupping them and holding them up. I laughed, glad that she was warming up. 

"Yes those, don't get shy on me now."

Laura reached behind her and unhooked her bra letting the straps fall from her shoulders she let the cups slide down to where I could see the rose colored skin around her nipples. She smiled again and whispered;

"You sure you want to see them?"

"Laura my beautiful angel," I began, giving her my best shy smile. "Please show your Megan those gorgeous tits."

"Oh that sounds soooo nice." Laura said letting the bra drop. 

I found myself staring at the most incredible tits I had ever seen. Despite the fact they had to be close to a d-cup they were amazingly high and firm with large rose colored nipples. Laura held them up again her red nails framing them. Just the thought of getting my mouth on them made my pussy gush.

"My turn." I said softly, and reaching up undid the tie behind my neck letting my dress fall to the floor. The dress itself had a bra built in so I was standing before her in just a black and red thong.

"Oh Megan," Laura said as her eyes hungrily worked up and down the length of my body. I put my arms up over my head and turned in a low circle for her pausing to give her a good look at my ass. I turned back, and stepping up to her again gave her a light push, just enough to force her to sit back on the bed. I immediately dropped to my knees and leaning forward kissed her. As we kissed I cupped my tits and began slowly rubbing my hard nipples across hers. Laura's hands went up and we switched off grabbing each other's tits, squeezing and fondling as we continued to caress our nipples against one another.

As good as it felt I wanted those tits. Pushing her hands away I eagerly sucked her right nipple into my mouth as I began to play with the other. Laura moaned in pleasure and reaching down once again started playing with my nipples pulling gently on the barbells to heighten the sensation. We played for awhile, but as much as I was enjoying it I had decided that there was a far better place my tongue could be.

I stood in front of her planning on getting her to stand but as soon I did Laura's mouth quickly found my left nipple her tongue playfully flicking the barbell. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved my tit further into her mouth then let out a surprised moan as Laura slid her fingers into my thong and directly into my hot wet pussy.

"Oh, not so shy now are we?" 

I whispered to her then let out another moan as she switched nipples at the same time as her thumb found my clit. Feeling my knees begin to weaken I put my arms around Laura for balance and put both knees up on the bed so that I was straddling her lap. This move allowed her fingers to drive deeper into my pussy. Laura reached up and started pinching my other nipple as both her tongue and thumb sped up. I once again shoved her face into my tit as my hips started working her fingers in and out. All too quickly I found myself throwing my head back and letting out a loud squeal as I came hard, my pussy contracting around Laura's talented fingers. 

As I let my head rest on her shoulder Laura turned her head and started kissing my neck and nibbling my ear. I smiled to myself I had wondered if I would have to coax her along but far from it Laura was all but taking me at this point. Of course that wouldn't do, not at all. I forced myself to stand and pulling Laura up with me grabbed her shoulders gently turning her around so her back faced me. I moved her long blonde hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck.

As I started working my lips down the smooth tanned skin of her back my hands reached around pinching her nipples, getting a delightful little yelp out of her. I sank to my knees and unzipping her skirt pulled it to the floor. I looked up to find Laura's perfect heart shaped ass directly in my face. She was wearing a pretty little pink thong which I also grabbed and slid down. 

Holding her by the hips I kissed and licked each of her firm ass cheeks as I kissed the very bottom of her ass I could smell the scent of her pussy. I pushed her forward so she would bend over the bed. As she did her ass spread open a bit more and I found myself staring at her silky smooth dripping pussy. I had intended on taking my time but before I could stop myself I plunged my tongue straight into that beautiful pussy.

"Ohhh Megan!" She exclaimed. Damn that sounded good. Using my hands to keep her ass spread open I moved my head back and forth tongue fucking her and smearing her juices all over my face. I was rewarded with another squeal as my tongue left her pussy and found her swollen clit. I teased it a little making slow circles around it with the tip of my tongue. I stopped and Laura instantly started moving her hips back and forth in my face.

"Oh please don't tease Megan."

"Not teasing my angel," I told her. "Just enjoying."

With that I sucked her clit into my mouth and pushed one of my fingers into her delightfully tight pussy. I kept it up for a couple of minutes until I knew she was right on the edge and using just my fingernail tickled around her ass before pushing it in about an inch or so. Laura let out a startled yelp then cried out even louder as she came like a rocket, hips bucking so hard I had to grab them to hold her still enough for me to continue to suck on her clit. Laura's orgasm lasted for well over a minute her hips going from thrusting to twitching as her whimpers became softer and softer.

When she finished I gave her clit a soft kiss.

"Now did I tease you my angel?" I asked her.

"I.. oh my god! I've never cum that hard." She said breathlessly.

"Well I'll have to see if I can top it next time then. " As Laura remained bent over the bed I one at a time lifted her legs by the ankle and slid her heels off taking a minute to place a gentle kiss on the bottom of each one of her soft feet. I received one of those giggles each time and found myself smiling from ear to ear. Don't get me wrong in general I do prefer men, but women were just so much more playful. I stood up and sat on the bed next to Laura who after remaining still for another couple of minutes. Stood up and smiled at me.

"Lie back Megan, it's my turn to play."

She received no argument from me. I quickly slid up the bed and Laura crawled up onto the bed stopping on her knees between my legs her hands on either side of my shoulders. Laura leaned down and gave me a long lingering kiss before nudging my face to the side so she could start working on my neck. I moaned as she brought one of her legs up so her knee was pressing into my dripping pussy. I slowly started to grind my hips into it as she finished with my neck and was kissing between my tits.

Smiling Laura grabbed a handful of her hair and started swishing it across my right tit tickling my nipple. I had never had that done before and it felt wonderful. Laura switched to my other nipple and smiled at the soft moan that escaped me.

"I guess you do like my hair."

Laura then proceeded to slowly work her hair back and forth across my nipples then sliding down trailed it across my stomach it tickled but in an erotic way sliding down further she tickled across my thighs then teasingly swished it across my pussy once before sliding all the way down to my feet. Laura took a moment to remove my heels then wrapping her hair around my right foot began kissing and then licking the top of it. I absolutely loved having my feet worshipped and couldn't believe she was into it.

Laura swirled her tongue around each of my toes causing another surge of wetness to flow from my pussy. Laura switched feet then started working her way up my legs taking turns and tickling first with her hair then following it with her tongue. I lied there horny as hell but completely relaxed at the same time. Reaching my thighs Laura spent a lot of time kissing each one all the while rubbing her hair into my pussy. I began breathing heavier totally turned on by the fact that I was being brought close to orgasm by a woman's hair.

Removing her hand Laura lied on her stomach and spreading my pussy gently blew on my clit causing a shudder to run through my body. Laura then slowly ran her tongue the length of my pussy with a playful little flick across my clit at the end. I reached down and spread myself open for her but Laura gently took my hands and moved them. "Mine." She said softly. 

The way she said it sent another shiver through me. I folded my hands across my stomach and lied back as Laura went to work on my pussy. I have to say I think I had expected Laura to be less experienced than me but I soon realized that was far from the case. Laura was playing my pussy like she knew it better than I did I had already been close to cumming but Laura somehow continued to lick, suck, and use her fingers yet still hold me back. Her tongue had the softest touch I had ever felt and it moved constantly in and out of my pussy, across my clit and even a few quick licks around my ass which twice almost sent me over the edge.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 08



After what had to be at least a half an hour I found myself whimpering a little and asking;

"Laura my angel please let me cum." Laura smiled up at me and with a wink said;

"Sorry I'm just enjoying."

"Ohhh you naughty little girl." I moaned.

Laura laughed then suddenly plunged two fingers into my pussy and squeezing my clit tightly between two other fingers started rapidly flicking her tongue across it. I could feel the orgasm racing through my body I already knew I was going to cum hard, as my thighs started to tremble I twisted the barbells in my nipples sending a sharp jolt of pain through my tits that sent me crashing over the edge. I wrapped my thighs around Laura's head and let out a scream that I'm sure woke the neighbors. I arched my back off the bed as my hips thrust hard into Laura's face as wave after wave of pleasure wracked my body and I cried out again, before slumping back into the bed panting. I had cum so hard I was actually dizzy.

Laura crawled up the bed and lying on her side next to me leaned over her lips parted over mine. I gave her what she wanted eagerly licking her lips then kissing her to taste myself. I rolled over onto my side and the two of us wrapped our arms around each other kissing deeply. We stopped and lied in each other's arms for awhile our hands gently roaming the others body. After awhile I got up on my knees, and turning swung my leg over her putting us into a sixty nine position where spent the next hour or so gently licking, playing, and teasing, taking our time savoring each other's taste and scent. We came within seconds of each other, and after I rolled over we collapsed back onto the bed totally exhausted but completely satisfied.

After a few minutes Laura rolled over onto her side and I curled up next to her my arm around her waist and my tits pressing into her back.

"Good Night my dark flower." Laura whispered.

I laughed softly.

"Dark Flower," I repeated. "I like that." I smiled into her neck and added;

"Good night my beautiful angel."

That had been a Saturday night Laura didn't leave until Monday morning and came back on Wednesday. She moved in two months later. I sighed out loud. That had been one hell of a night. Not only had Laura been the most beautiful woman I had ever been with, but next to Mark probably the best lover as well. As I came out of my reverie I realized that my hand had made its way under my robe, and was slowly rubbing my sopping wet pussy. I removed it and brought my fingers up sucking them into my mouth. Damn that tasted good. Not as good as it would taste off my little brothers cock however.

On that note I shut the damn phone of for the night and getting up made my way back over to the glass doors leading out to the deck. I was planning on walking right out there but stopped at the door and watched Mark. My brother had his back to me and was going through some type of karate exercise. Mark was standing in a crouch his arms weaving slowly through the air. The muscles in his arms and back bulged and I found myself getting even wetter than I was before.

Of course I also knew this was another one of his coping mechanisms to relax himself so there was something going on in my little brothers head. Well that was no problem I'd talk to him after we played. I slid the door open;

"Hey little brother."

Mark stopped his routine and turned to face me.

"Everything okay?" He asked.

I smiled broadly

"Better than okay Mark things are fucking fantastic!" I exclaimed and stepping through the door hugged him tightly. He returned the hug then held me at arm's length so he could look at me.

"Why what happened?" 

I told him about Royce's call and Albert Walsh. I left out Laura that was something for another time. As I spoke Mark began to smile and when I finished he hugged me again.

"That's unbelievable sis," He said in my ear. "You won't just get money from Walsh but all those fucking toadies he hangs with will be lining up. You'll be the next in thing."

I stepped back nodding.

"Yeah there's only one thing about this Mark." 

He looked at me and nodded knowingly.

"You have to leave right?"

"Thursday. Sorry little brother but..." 

He waved his hand.

"Hey Megan this is your big break go do what you have to do. I'm hoping to get down there soon anyway."

"Thanks Mark, I feel bad though, I mean I'm going to have to spend the next couple of nights at Mom's. Then I figure I'll come back here Tuesday that okay?"

"Yeah that's fine." He had that odd faraway look again. Well no time for that.

"Anyway little brother you ready to take your sexy sister to bed to celebrate?"

With that I extended my hand. Mark took it and turning I led him to the bedroom. I felt like running ahead of him and skipping, I was positively giddy. Not to mention horny as hell, I was going to fuck the shit out my hot little brother, then fall asleep, and wake up to do it again. The night couldn't get any better! We entered the bedroom which was in darkness except for the candelabra's. I let go of Mark's hand and walking over to the foot of the bed turned to face him. Thinking of that night with Laura had put me in the mood to have Mark start at my feet and work his way up.

"If I remember correctly little brother," I began. "You were a little out of line out there and I think you should get on your knees and..."

Mark stepped up to me and reaching up gently took my face in his hands and kissed me. I mean really kissed me. Trust me it's not like my brother and I haven't had our share of passionate kisses but this one was different. He started out forcefully to take control his lips pushing hard against mine as I was in mid speech. I initially started to pull back as I had wanted to call the shots, but Marks hands slid past my face and into my hair. Gently holding the back of my head and keeping our lips together.

At this point I gave in slipping my arms around his waist, and returning the kiss. As soon as I did Mark's lips pulled back a bit and started softly working their way back and forth lightly brushing against my own. His tongue slid between my lips and flicked across teasing them. I opened my mouth wider and Mark began kissing me more firmly. As his left hand continued to run through my hair, his right slid down my back pulling me tightly to him.

The kiss picked up in intensity our tongues playing across each other. I could feel my nipples pressing against his chest through the silk robe and I moaned softly into his mouth. Up until this point although I enjoyed kissing I had always mocked the Hollywood kisses that left people breathless, but as my brother continued to kiss me I swore I could feel my knees begin to weaken. 

Finally Mark slid his lips from mine, and started to slide down my neck brushing across my flesh with that same soft teasing touch. I slid my hands from his waist up his back as I did Mark put one hand around my waist, and bending swept his other hand behind my knee picking me up easily as he had done this morning. I started to say something but once again was silenced by his soft lips as he carried me around to the head of the bed, and after gently laying me down on it slid his pants off, his huge beautiful cock springing free. Oh, yes this nasty girl needed to get herself a mouth full of that!

Mark got onto the bed and lying on his side next to me slowly pulled the tie to my robe letting it open part way. Mark slid his hand inside and gently caressed my stomach as he leaned in and started kissing my neck again. Rolling over Mark knelt between my legs and opened the robe all the way, exposing my tits as he positioned himself over me. I reached down and grabbing his cock began stroking it.

"Bring that beautiful cock up here little brother," I told him. "Your nasty big sister wants to suck..."

Mark put his finger to my lips cutting me off, and leaning over whispered in my ear;

"No nasty girl, no big sister," He paused then added even softer. "Just my Megan."

My Megan? Had he ever called me that before? Before I could respond he removed his finger and replaced it with his lips again. He was continuing where he had left off using those amazingly soft kisses that I had never felt from him before. I found myself once again surrendering to his mouth. As I did his hand slowly trailed across my tits lightly caressing each nipple before sliding down my stomach and between my legs.

Rather than plunge his fingers inside Mark simply rubbed them up and down the length of my pussy. Mark was using a gentle touch down there as well barely grazing my clit it felt great but was driving me crazy. I whimpered into his mouth and began pumping my hips into his hands hoping he would get the hint. Mark broke the kiss and bending his head teasingly flicked his tongue around my nipple getting a loud moan from me.

At that Mark moved removed his hand from between my legs and placed it next to me on the bed. He slid up and entered me slowly his huge cock sliding easily into my sopping wet pussy. I groaned in pleasure as he sank deep into my welcoming flesh and started working himself in and out. His lips found mine again and letting his weight go he slid his arms underneath me pulling our bodies even closer together. I put my hands on his shoulders as he stopped kissing and nuzzling my head so I would arch it back, began placing a series of small sweet kisses on the soft skin of my throat.

Mark was using long slow strokes that felt incredible. They were teasing, but yet felt so amazing that I found myself in no hurry to get him to speed up. I turned my head so Mark could start kissing the side of my neck which he immediately started to do. I sighed;

"Oh little brother that feels sooo nice."

"Mark." He said softly in my ear.

"What?" I asked my eyes opening slightly.

"Call me by my name." He then added; "Please."

I didn't answer and Mark went back to work on my neck sliding lower and now planting those teasing kisses on the top of my shoulder. He was still using those slow steady strokes, he did however slide up a little higher changing the angle as he did. Because of his length, his shaft was now stroking my clit on its way down into my pussy. I wrapped my long legs around his waist which allowed his cock to push even deeper inside of me I moaned again and whispered;

"Oh Mark that feels so damn good."

I found saying his name like that sounded a little odd but at the same time felt sort of ... Right was the word that came to mind. Mark must have enjoyed it as well as when I had said it he made a small noise in his throat. It was the same type of noise he would make when I used to put him to sleep by tickling my nails across his back. Which is exactly what I did next, moving my hands from his shoulders I started lightly tracing my nails across the top of his back.

' I was rewarded with another of those little noises, and then made one of my own as he pushed up far enough to bend his head down to my right nipple and gently suck it into his mouth. I sighed and closed my eyes as he switched to the left before returning his lips to mine. Mark started pushing his cock in a little harder, not faster, but just hard enough to start really stroking against my clit.

I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling his mouth further into mine. I started running my fingers through his hair and received a soft moan from him. Mark's control was amazing he had not slowed or paused once during the entire time. His cock just continuing that deliciously slow rhythm. Not that I was complaining. I had come into the room looking to go wild but had to admit that this felt amazing.

I started moving my hips as well, not quickly but in perfect time with his. My hands drifted from his back down his arms where they stopped on his biceps. I squeezed feeling the hard muscles beneath his skin. I began slowly rubbing my hands up and down his arms loving the way I could feel the muscles ripple in his arms and forearms. All these years of us playing and I can't ever remember a time that I had taken the time to enjoy his body this way.

I could feel an orgasm beginning to build deep inside and even that felt different. The feeling had started awhile ago and rather than speeding up so it would crash through me, I continued to let Mark go slow and easy letting it take its time. I found that rather than being a tease the slow build up felt damn good. Taking my hands I placed them on either side of Mark's face and pushing him up from my neck looked up into those gorgeous hazel eyes and flawless features thinking my god he really is beautiful. I parted my lips for him and Mark lowered his mouth to mine as once again we shared another long passionate kiss. We had never kissed like this, so slowly and sweetly. For that matter we had certainly never fucked like this we...

The thought hit me like a shot. That's because we weren't fucking we were... making love. My brother was making love to me. Even as we continued to kiss, our bodies moving in perfect harmony, a rush of thoughts flooded my mind. Was Mark doing this on purpose? I had been in tears over this not an hour ago was he once again just trying to give me what I wanted? Trying to let me experience what he had once experienced? Even if it was it felt wonderful and... No wait. 

I knew he was making love to me. I could feel the difference, could feel this was more than sex, I could feel the emotions between us it wasn't just chemistry it was deeper than that much deeper. Never mind how natural it felt how our bodies just seemed to flow together each knowing exactly what the other wanted. My therapist had said I would recognize it when it happened did that mean...

My mind stopped racing as my body took control. The orgasm that had I had been teetering on the edge of for such a delightfully long time was about to reach its conclusion. Normally when I was at this point the orgasm would just crash through me yet even now as I knew it was right there my body stayed on that edge awhile longer. Finally my thighs started to shake and breaking the kiss with Mark, I started moaning each time his cock stroked my clit, my hips twitching harder into his.

Mark sped up as well he was still going nowhere near as hard as we usually did but was going fast enough and using short enough strokes that were rubbing my clit harder and faster.

"Ohh," I gasped looking up into Mark's eye's I squeezed my fingers into his arms and gasped again. The orgasm was starting but was slowly flowing through me, instead of a rush it was more of a slow steady stream of intense pleasure. 

"Ohh Mark," I moaned, "Oh that's sooo good it's...

I let out a series of long moans that got louder as Mark sped up even more and began breathing heavier finally closing in on his own climax. The orgasm finally reached its peak and exploded through me. I wrapped my arms and legs tightly around him and bucked my hips into his. I let out a long drawn out groan that turned into a soft whimper as the last wave of pleasure gently flowed through me. Even though I was spent from what had to be the most intense orgasm of my life, I held Mark tightly as I pushed my hips into his. Mark moaned as his body tensed up and he finally started pumping me harder and faster.

"That's it li..." I caught myself. "That's it Mark go ahead." I was whispering softly in his ear. "Please let me feel it."

Mark came hard, his cum exploding deep inside of me as he continued to thrust in and out. Mark moaned in my ear, as he continued to cum every muscle in his arms and back were flexed, I think he may have cum harder than I did. Finally with one last pump Mark let his weight go resting on his forearms his chest was pressed to mine and I could feel his heartbeat. I smiled softly at him and was going to tell him how amazing that was when he put his head down and whispered in my ear;

"I love you Megan."

"I love you to Mark." I replied thinking nothing of it. Of course I loved him he was my brother.

"No," He said still speaking softly into my ear. "I really love you Megan. I love you so much."

He slid his arms under me again and squeezed me tight. I hugged him back, but my eyes were open and once again my mind racing. What was going on with this? Part of me was still thinking he had made love to me only out of me wanting to feel it. So was this just an extension of that? I mean I thought I felt something when we did but then again we had a hell of an emotional bond to begin with so it could have just been that. Still he sounded so sincere and my brother was never one to say anything he didn't want to. As Mark rolled over onto his side facing me, the last comment he had made on the deck flashed through my mind.

"I've waited a long time for you sis."

No, I thought it couldn't be. We had established years ago that we were family first and lovers on the side. Talk about twisted logic I thought. Okay time to find out for sure. I also rolled onto my side so we were facing each other. I sighed and shook my head.

"Damn that felt good."

"Yeah it did." Mark agreed. He was looking at me expectantly.

"Thanks little brother." I told him.

"Thanks?" He frowned a bit.

"Yeah you know for doing the whole "making love" thing with me." I smiled. "You always do give your spoiled sister exactly what she wants don't you?"

I had been looking in his eyes when I spoke. My brother has a hell of a poker face part through his job but mostly through not really having much in the way of emotions, but as I finished he blinked and quickly looked away from me.

"I do what I can." He said quietly.

"That you do. You take damn good care of your big sister and she appreciates it."

I leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

"You're the best little brother."

Mark was looking down and didn't even speak just nodded. He seemed completely deflated. I rolled over onto my other side and slid into him my back against his chest and sighed.

"Good night, my beautiful little brother." I said.

I knew I was pushing it at this point that if there was really something there I was twisting the knife so to speak but I had to know. Mark was silent for a moment before completing our little ritual.

"Sweet dreams... my sister." 

He said the last part in such a subdued tone that there was little to no doubt what he had been looking for. I lied there still not believing it. After a few minutes Mark rolled away over onto his back something he rarely ever did. I waited a couple of minutes before quickly turning over onto my other side to see him. As soon as I did Mark rolled over to face away from me but not before I had seen his face, and the single tear that had been running down his cheek.

I felt terrible but couldn't say anything. How the hell could I explain that I was playing him to see what was going on? I moved over against him and putting my arm around his waist reached down and found his hand. I nestled my face into the back of his neck and gently kissed him there as I squeezed his hand. I lied there stunned as the reality of the situation dawned on me;

My little brother is in love with me.



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 09



Lying there in my brother's bed, my arm around him, face nuzzled into his neck I should have fallen asleep immediately. After all this is what I had come home for. A few nights with Mark was always exactly what I needed. Instead I was wide awake with my head spinning, still trying to figure out exactly what had just happened. Up until a half hour ago my visit home had been everything I had hoped for and desperately needed.

From my arrival Friday night right up to that amazing experience not an hour ago, I could not have asked for more. Not only had my little brother spoiled the shit out of me as usual, but the news of an impending six figure sale for my paintings and Laura's wonderful phone call had me on cloud nine. I had always mocked people who said that life could provide a natural high that drugs couldn't, but there was a point an hour ago that after those two phone calls and lying there in my brothers bed covered in his sweet kisses that I had to agree.

Then Mark had caught me completely by surprise and I had not reacted well to say the least. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach at the thought of my little brother upset. The night had certainly not gone as he had hoped and I had made things worse by toying with his feelings. I hadn't meant to I had just been taken off guard and unsure of how to take what he had put out there. That was no excuse however, after all the sweet sex could have been misunderstood, but him telling me point blank;

"Megan I really love you. I love you so much." 

Yeah there really wasn't much room for interpretation there. My little brother had put it on the line hoping to get an answer and instead I broke his heart. No I hadn't handled it well at all and now I had no idea what I was going to do from here. Despite his bad ass attitude and general feelings of apathy towards most of the world, deep down my brother was sensitive. For all of his looks, success in and out of the bedroom, and the confidence he exuded; somewhere in there Mark was still that scared, insecure little kid that felt no one had wanted him, not even our own mother. My brushing him off last night I'm sure brought all of that back to him. Good going Megan, you broke this heart in record time.

Lying there I was still stunned. I mean where had this come from? Our entire lives we had been content to love each other as siblings. Granted we were siblings with benefits, fucking for close to two decades now. But we had never thought of crossing the line. Well I never had anyways. When we had first started it was the physical closeness we both needed. As we got older it was about the sex and the taboo of it. We both had other relationships and fooled around with each other as well. For six months Mark had slept with both Krissy and I yet told her he had never cheated on her the sick thing was he believed it as if we didn't count. The sicker thing was that I was the one who convinced him of that. After that, I was so messed up for years there wouldn't have been an option, and since I've been straight I've lived my own life states away.

Ironically I had been the one looking for love, not Mark. Hell I remember being a little put off he had found it with Samantha as he hadn't been looking. That thought stopped me cold. Had Mark never been looking because he thought it was me all along? Was he waiting for it to be right? For everything to fall into place somehow? He had just about said as much with that "waiting a long time" comment he had made. I knew I should say something but sadly, I had nothing. I really didn't know how to feel. 

My first reaction was that he was confused and that he was just rebounding from Samantha. She had made him feel a certain way and he wanted it again. He had claimed Samantha didn't know him and there were things he could never tell her. One of those things was our taboo relationship. Maybe he was transferring those feelings to me. Then again his act of "making love" to me had been incredible. I truly had never felt anything that good before. It wasn't just the physical sensation. Mark hadn't just loved me with his body, it had been with his heart as well and I could feel it. For me to feel that meant I had to have something there as well. I had never felt that before during sex that feeling of love to go along... I stopped and frowned. Had I? I didn't think so but for a second it seemed like something had been there. I concentrated but no it was gone.

Lying there I could tell Mark was awake also, he was quiet but I could feel the tenseness in his body. I removed my hand from around his waist and started lightly running my nails across his powerful back. I slowly traced the outline of his huge Baphomet tattoo. Normally this would get him to make that adorable little cooing sound; the one that only I ever heard. Tonight however I was getting no reaction at all. After a minute I whispered;

"You awake little brother?"

"Yes." He replied softly.

"You okay?" I asked.

"No." Credit where credit is due my brother does not lie to me.

"Do you want to talk about..."

"No."

"Well..."

"Go to sleep Meg. I'll be fine."

I knew better than to keep going. He was hurt and humiliated. I did however continue to caress his back, and after awhile I felt his body relax as he started breathing heavier. Whether he was faking or not, who knew. I put my arm back around his waist and eventually fell asleep. Like yesterday morning I awoke around seven to find him gone. I must have rolled away from him at some point and he had slipped out. 

I laid there for awhile with my eyes closed hoping to be able to drift back off but there wasn't a chance in hell my head had already started spinning. I got up and slipping on Mark's red robe went out to the kitchen and after making a cup of coffee sat on the couch to wait for him to come back from the gym. There was no simple solution here. I really wasn't sure how I felt so what could I say to Mark? I'll get back to you later? No I needed time but it wouldn't really be fair to ask for it and Mark was probably pretty sure he had his answer. I sighed and seeing it was now after eight and knowing that unlike myself, Laura and mom were notorious early risers I decided to make a couple of calls.

The first call I made was to Laura. She answered on the second ring and was thrilled to hear from me. I kept it short telling her I was getting ready to go see my parents but wanted to tell her how much I appreciated her call. That it had meant a lot to me that she didn't hate me and still wanted to keep in touch. I told her that I had spent last night remembering our first time. Laura had laughed and said she had thought of it herself before she called. Before I hung up I couldn't resist telling her about Walsh which of course she was excited about for me. I hung up with the promise of giving her an exclusive peek at the paintings before Walsh put them up in his private gallery.

My next call was to mom who as soon as I heard her voice made me feel better. My mother was one of those people who had a very soothing effect on the people around her. No matter how bad things were mom had a way of making it seem better. After her usual initial excited hello, mom asked me if I was okay saying I sounded upset I lied saying I had just talked to Laura and that we were ending on a good note, but it was still hard. Mom started to go into it but I decided to play with her a bit asking her what she was doing today.

Dad was at an all day golf tournament and mom said she might go do a little food shopping but that was about it. I told her that I had been thinking about how we used to go to Marchetti's Italian restaurant on Sundays for lunch all the time when we had our "girls" days when I was younger. Mom laughed, thrilled that I had been thinking of it, and said we would have to go whenever I could get time to come back home. Despite being upset about Mark I couldn't help but smile when I asked her how about I pick her up at noon?

Mom had sounded as if she had won the lottery. I further made her day by asking if she would mind some company for a couple of days. After excitedly telling me that she would love to have her "little girl" come stay with her and that she would get my old room ready mom asked if I had already seen Mark. I told her I was calling from there and she asked if maybe Mark would want to come to lunch that she hadn't seen him in months and the two of us together in well over a year. I told her I was pretty sure Mark had plans but would ask. 

Mom then became serious and told me that apparently Mark and dad had some kind of terrible argument a few months back and not only hadn't spoken but supposedly dad didn't even want Mark in the house. I told her I didn't know anything was wrong and promised I would try to find out. I doubted it would be today as Mark and I seemed to have a bigger issue to deal with but didn't tell mom that. I ended the call on an up note telling her that I had incredible news to tell her and dad and hung up.

I looked over to see it was after 9:00. Mark was like clockwork and should have comeback by now. I knew what that meant. My brother displayed very little in the way of emotion because in all honesty he didn't have many to speak of. However, on the rare occasion something got though to Mark and he felt sad or hurt, he would see it as a sign of weakness and that sadness would turn to the only emotion he had no problem displaying: rage. Thanks to his callous sister Mark had been pretty hurt last night.

I got up and quickly through on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and leaving Marks apartment went up to the gym. Mark was still there, way off in the corner pounding the shit out of the punching bag. I approached slowly, Mark was shirtless, wearing just a pair of loose fitting karate pants. He was covered in sweat and I could hear his heavy breathing from several feet away. Mark was standing right up to the bag delivering short sharp punches into the middle of it, putting everything he had into each one using not just his arms but swinging his hips into them.

Each punch sounded like a shot in the mostly deserted gym. Each was also followed by an animal like snarl as Mark struck the bag. As I got close enough I saw that his hands were wrapped in ace bandages and that there was blood soaking through them. I got to within a couple of feet of Mark and knowing better than to come right up and touch him said softly;

"Mark?"

He didn't hear me. Instead he jumped back and through a savage kick into the bag sending it flying when it came back he let it hit him and wrapping his right arm around it held it there while he delivered a series of nasty punches with his left. He was talking to it. I had seen this routine before and knew what was next.

"You still making noise you little rat?" He hissed as he kept going.

"You gonna shut me up Max?" The blows came even faster. "Yeah that's right who's crying now you fat fuck?"

Mark stepped back and still using just his left arm delivered a series of brutal hook shots to the bag.

"Are...you... still... making...noise?" 

Each word was punctuated with another of those powerful blows. The next to last one split the punching bag, the following one his hand damn near got stuck in it. There were bloodstains on it from his fists. Mark threw several more punches then caught the bag and leaned his head against it panting. He had punched himself out; his eyes were open but he didn't appear to be seeing anything.

"Mark!!" I snapped startling him out of it.

He spun to face me and I caught myself stepping back. Mark looked crazy; his eyes were wild, his chest heaving, and he had come around with his blood covered fists up.

"Easy little brother," I said calmly putting my hands up. "It's just me."

Mark stared for a moment as if my voice had taken a minute to sink in then slowly put his hands down and nodded.

"You okay Mark?"

"Yeah," Mark said panting trying to catch his breath. "Better now... I just had to," He paused as he started removing the wrapping from his hands. "Work something out."

"I know." I told him. "But you need to calm down okay?"

I came up to him and put my hand on his shoulder. Because he had been working out his arms and chest were pumped up and his sweat soaked hair was hanging in his eyes. Mark tossed the bandages into his gym bag and grabbed a bottle of water from the floor next to him. After taking a few swallows he poured the rest over his head letting the cold water drip down his face and chest. The water wasn't the only thing dripping. 

Oh my god did he look good! Megan you are a nasty girl. My brother was in a sorry state and all I could think of was his cock. Sad fact was even though I'm supposed to be old enough to think differently this bad ass dangerous side of Mark excited me as much as it had when I was young and wild. Back when I would act up at the bars on purpose when I was drunk just to watch him fight. I moved my hand up and gently touched the side of his face. Mark closed his eyes and leaned his face into my hand for a few seconds then opened them.

"You ready to go downstairs little brother?"

Mark nodded and reaching down grabbed his gym bag. The walk back to the apartment was an entertaining one. The promenade was mostly populated by older couples and yuppies many of whom were out and about. My brother hadn't bothered to put his shirt back on and was getting quite a few looks ranging from disdain from a couple of older people to a hilarious look of absolute lust from a blonde around my age who all but started following him. Mark was oblivious to everyone as he stalked down the hallway.

Stalked was the word to describe it, head up shoulders out with that confident swagger he'd had since he was eighteen when his big sister had made him a man. At one point as we made our way out of the elevator there were four young guys in their twenties hanging around all in tank tops and all pretty rugged looking. They were blocking the corridor and had been busting a younger couples balls, not really causing trouble just trying to be cool probably visiting someone in the building. 

As we approached I hung back a little and watched smirking as Mark walked up to them. One of them said something to the rest and they made it a point to stand in front of Mark who with no hesitation walked right through them his shoulder hitting one of the kids and pushing him back. Mark kept walking as if nothing had happened. The kid went to say something but his friend grabbed his arm and as I passed by I heard him tell say;

"Dude are you nuts? That's Mark Phillips, guys got like three black belts and he's crazier than a pitbull."

"Yeah," Another kid added. "And look at his back my old man says he's a devil worshipper."

I caught up with Mark as we turned the corner to get to his apartment. I could see where Mark had earned his reputation there was a palpable aura of violence emanating from him. This was a glimpse of the Mark of old. The Mark that at one point had knocked over a dozen teeth out of the mouth of a drug dealer I had owed money to- the same one who had beaten Tommy- and mailed them to his brother who was the biggest dealer in town with a note saying; an eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth. No one fucks with my sister. This was the Mark that came within seconds of killing a man, and my poor judgment last night had set him off. 

Mark had remained silent the entire walk down just staring straight ahead off into space. I let him be figuring he was still working himself down from the rush upstairs. When we entered the apartment Mark headed towards the bedroom. I was following close behind still enjoying the show and ready to jump him the second he went into the bedroom. When Mark was like this the sex would be hard and nasty and this horny girl was more than ready for it. We'd fuck first to take the edge off then we could talk.

Mark walked past the bedroom.

"Hey where are you going?" I asked.

"To shower." He replied as he kept walking.

I hesitated, he didn't seem like he was interested. Oh great, I thought to myself he was so upset he didn't want to fuck. That wasn't a good sign I mean turning his nasty big sister down in the first place was unheard of, but sex was a big part of how Mark got rid of that excess anger and he still seemed to be boiling over with it. When Mark got like this he would lock himself in his condo, even work from home for a day until he was sure he was calm. Of course he had been given medication for this but occasionally his rages got to the point that even the drugs didn't hold him back. As I watched him enter the bathroom I decided to do what he always did for me; give him what he was trying to pretend he didn't want or need.

Mark didn't bother closing the door just stripped his pants off and stepped into the steaming hot shower. I undressed quickly and entered the bathroom but stood outside the shower waiting for him to turn the water down. Mark always did a couple of minutes of scalding hot, followed by ice cold to "test his endurance" as he put it. I could see through the curtain and when I saw him adjust the water to a normal state I pulled the curtain aside and slipped in behind him.

"Hey little brother need some help?"

As I spoke I reached around and grabbed his cock. It was soft but after a few quick strokes it was huge and throbbing in my hand. I brought my other hand around and started fondling his balls. Leaning forward I kissed his wet back.

"I didn't ask you to come in here." He said softly. 

"Oh come on now little brother. You don't want your big sister to get all dirty while she gets you clean?"

Mark reached down and grabbing my hands moved them from his cock. 

"I mean it Meg I'm not in the mood." 

I knew that tone and at the sound of it felt a wave of heat flow through my pussy. Oh yeah this nasty girl was going to get hers. I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissing his back again leaned my face against it, I could feel how tense he was. I couldn't leave him like this.

"Come on Mark, we both know what you need. Let me give it to you."

With that I grabbed his cock again noting that it had remained hard. I rested my head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear;

"Don't give me that you're not in the mood shit little brother. We both know damn well what you want and how you want it."

"Yeah sis?" Mark asked softly. "You know what I want?"

"Not just want, need." 

I nipped his ear lobe hard with my teeth. Mark grunted but didn't move. I did however feel his cock twitch in my hand and his breath was picking up. He was ready to explode any minute now. I could even hear the tremble in his voice as he spoke again;

"And what do I need?" 

Continuing to stroke his cock with my right hand I reached up with my left and grabbing his hair yanked his head back. 

"You need to take what's yours Mark. You need to take your nasty girl fast and hard just like she needs it, like she wants it." 

I bit his ear harder and held on long enough to hear his breath hiss between his teeth. As I did I dropped my other hand to his cock and squeezed it hard with both hands, hard enough to get a gasp out of him.

"Let's go little brother show me..."

I was cut off by Mark roughly slapping my hands off of him and spinning around so quickly I would have slipped and fell had he not caught me. I cried out in pain as what he caught me by was the barbells in my nipples. My hand flew back to catch the wall or my full weight would have been supported by just my tits.

"Don't listen do you slut?" He snarled at me. "Can't take no for an answer can you?"

That crazy look was back in his eyes and I knew this was just the beginning. My eyes were tearing from the pain flowing through my nipples but at the same time another surge of wetness gushed from my pussy. I gave him what he wanted;




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 09



"Please forgive me sir I just wanted to..." 

I stopped as Mark grabbed me roughly by the chin turning my eyes up to meet his.

"Oh is that you're game today sis?" 

Before I could answer Mark flicked his left hand out in a backhand slap catching both of my tits and sending another wave of pain through them.

"You want to be treated like one my fucking whore's?"

"A disobedient whore." I hissed out as he was squeezing my jaw too hard to open my mouth all the way. 

"You want to see how I punish my little girl's sis?"

Our eyes were only inches apart and I had no doubt that I was going to feel this one for days to come. Putting out my lip I whimpered;

"Please don't hurt me sir I'll be good I..."

"Shut up whore, you're mouth should only be open to do the only thing you're good for!"

Mark's hand switched from my mouth to the back of my head. Stepping back he yanked my head forward and down at the same time placing his other hand on my stomach, bending me over but keeping me on my feet. He had brought my face down directly into his huge cock and had I not opened my mouth it would have been painful for both of us. As it was I almost gagged having it slammed in that hard. Mark grabbed my long wet hair with both hands and quickly wrapped it around his hands going until he had it pulled so tight my scalp was burning.

Holding my head still Mark slammed his prick repeatedly down my throat starting with short strokes that ended halfway, he quickly worked it until the entire length was being shoved in. I put my hands against his thighs and raked my nails down them. I was going to play meek but decided that in his present state Mark would prefer a fight. Letting go of my hair Mark grabbed my hands and yanking my arms up pinned them painfully behind my back. Shifting his grip so my wrists were being held by one of his hands he leaned over and with no warning plunged his finger deep into my ass and started working it roughly in and out.

I squealed around his cock. Because of what had happened to me I never had anal sex and even a finger was too much for me sometimes. I always let Mark do it because he was careful, well not this time. I squealed even louder as he pushed a second finger in there. Despite the pain it caused in my shoulders I dropped to my knees pulling my ass away from his fingers. This could turn hardcore even by our standards I might have to shut him down if he went for my ass again.

"Yeah that's right keep acting up you fucking slut." He sneered. 

My back was close to the shower wall and Mark stepped forward pushing me into it, my back bending until my shoulders touched it. Mark let go of my arms and grabbing the back of my head started pumping his cock in and out of my mouth even harder than before. My head thumped against his hands as he viciously face fucked me. I reached up and grabbed his forearms gouging my nails into his skin.

"Oh yeah?" He asked with an evil smirk on his face. "You wanna play?"

With that Mark removed one of his hands from behind my head and pinched my nose shut. Between that and the ten plus inches of cock shoved down my throat I couldn't breathe. I didn't panic I simply dug my fingers into his arm harder and stared directly into his eyes. Mark stopped pumping my throat choosing to just leave it shoved in up to his balls. I was running out of air and could feel the blood starting to pound in my temples. Mark was waiting for me to whimper or stop squeezing. I did neither, instead I let go of his right arm and reaching up between his legs grabbed his balls and squeezed, not hard enough to hurt but enough to send the message. He could play but big sister still called the shots.

Mark's eyes widened slightly and despite the fact I was getting dizzy I winked at him. Mark stepped back suddenly pulling his cock from my mouth and causing me to fall forward onto my hands and knees gasping for breath.

"Need some air?" Mark asked. Pulling my head up by my hair he stood to the side and let the water from the shower hit me full stream in the face. I spluttered a little then yelped as Mark started pulling me up by my hair. I got my legs under me and stood up quickly. Before my brother could pull his next trick I threw my arms around his neck and jumped up wrapping my legs around his waist. Mark went back into the wall hard and as he did I braced my hand against it and reaching down and behind guided the tip of his cock to my sopping wet pussy and drove myself down on it.

"Oh damn!" I exclaimed. That was deep. I put my head on his shoulder and whispered; "Slow down little brother, just enjoy your sister's pussy, your favorite pussy."

Mark reached down and grabbing me by the cheeks of my ass started raising and lowering me onto his cock. I grabbed his arms feeling the muscles bulge as he pumped me up and down effortlessly.

"MMMM," I moaned. Goddamn he was strong. "That's right little brother enough games just let me..."

I let out a surprised yelp as Mark turned quickly and put me up against the wall. Holding me against it he started fucking the shit out of me driving his cock up deep inside of me.

"You'll do nothing but take it slut!"

Mark snapped as he continued to hammer me against the wall. I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoved my left tit into his mouth. He nipped it with his teeth causing me to cry out, and then started sucking it roughly in and out of his mouth, all the while pounding me even harder and faster.

"Oh that's right Mark just like that nice and hard just like I need it."

"Yeah? You think that's hard you nasty little bitch?"

Mark lifted me off of him and let me go. As soon as I put my feet down he caught my shoulders spinning me around. Grabbing my hips he pulled me towards him and drove his cock hard into me from behind.

"Oh Goddamn!" I yelled out.

I braced my hands against the wall as Mark pushed me in the back pressing my tits against the cold tiles. Mark was fucking me with long hard thrusts pulling almost all the way out before driving into me hard enough to make my shoulders hit the wall.

"Oh hell Yeah! Fuck me little brother just like that!"

"Yeah you like that you little slut?" Mark asked. He took his hand from my back and grabbing both hips started slamming me even harder.

"Go ahead Mark! Fuck me! Fuck me like I'm one of those little fucking pigs you bring home! Fuck your nasty sister treat her like the nasty fucking whore she is!"

"Yeah you want to get fucked like one of my little girls?" Mark asked in my ear.

"I want you to take this pussy little brother, just take it however you want it however you need it!"

"Oh yeah? we'll see about that."

Mark stopped fucking me, and grabbing me by my waist turned me to face the shower. He pushed me right up under the nozzle, and grabbing my arms pulled them up to the shower head. There was a hook directly over it.

"Grab that and hold on." Mark said in my ear.

I did as he said and reaching down Mark grabbed the backs of my thighs and lifted my legs up.

"Bend your knees you little skank."

I had no idea what he was doing but did as he said. I would take that cock back inside however he wanted to give it. As I did Mark pushed forwards his chest against my back until my knees hit the wall and I was pinned between the tiles and his chest his arms around my waist. In one smooth motion Mark angled his hips and thrust his enormous cock deep up inside my pussy.

"Oh fuck Mark!!" I screamed. 

Yeah that was the word. I screamed. I had never felt his cock that deep before.

"Yeah you like that sis?"

My answer turned into a series of high pitched squeals as he started hammering his cock relentlessly up inside of me. I felt like a teenager getting it hard and fast for the first time. In all the years we had been going at it he had never fucked me in this position it was so deep it was painful, but felt incredible at the same time.

"Oh fuck yeah little brother!" I got out between squeals. "You fuck your nasty girl! You ohhh Yes!!!"

Mark slid his right hand between my legs, and pinched my swollen clit hard. As I let out a long drawn out moan Mark started twisting it between his fingers. Like the fucking, it was pain and pleasure at the same time. The pleasure however was definitely coming out on top. Within a couple of minutes I could feel an orgasm racing through me.

"Oh please keep fucking me! Oh just like that Mark, slam that fucking pussy! You're fucking pussy! Oh just... Oh oh Ohhh Yeahhh!"

I howled like an animal. There was no other way to put it. I tossed my head back and let out a scream that probably had the neighbors ready to call the cops. I pulled myself up and down on the hook helping Mark to fuck me even harder. As I continued to thrash against him Mark let out a loud moan of his own in my ear.

"Oh yeah, cum for me little brother!" I leaned my head back and turning my face into his kissed him hard. Mark returned the kiss while giving me a few more of those incredibly deep thrusts then pulled his mouth away as he let out a loud cry of his own.

"Oh yes!" I gasped as his cum shot up deep inside of me.

Mark pumped me several more times each time ended in another spurt of cum spraying up into me. I could feel it filling me to the point it was overflowing my pussy, and dripping down my thighs. Mark let out a long shuddering moan and let himself slump against me. Still holding the hook I slid my legs down to the floor then letting go almost went down my legs weak from that unbelievable fucking. 

Mark wrapped his hands around my waist holding me up. As he did, he rested his head on my shoulder his breathing was heavy in my ear. I slowly pushed back then turning to face him put my arms around his shoulders and kissed him under the still running water. Mark returned the kiss for a moment, and then stepping back, sighed heavily. Shutting the water off he leaned against the wall still panting. The wild look was gone from his eyes. At this point he looked completely exhausted. He had barely slept and had worked out like an animal. How the hell he had still had it in him to fuck me like that was a testament to how worked up he had been.

"I also leaned against the opposite wall trying to catch my breath.

Goddamn little brother," I said in between breaths. "That was something even for us."

"Yeah, that it was." 

As Mark answered he slid the curtain aside and stepping out of the shower wrapped a towel around his waist not bothering to dry off. Once again I noticed how tired he looked. Maybe I could get him to come back to bed. I wouldn't mind a little more sleep myself.

"You needed that didn't you little brother?"

I also stepped out, right into the towel Mark was holding up. I smiled as he wrapped it around me. He had been doing that for me since we had started playing and it was one of those little things that always made me feel spoiled.

"I did." He said, and then added. "I don't think you minded either."

I turned to face him and smirked.

"Hell no. This nasty girl is always up for a good hard fucking from that beautiful cock."

"Yeah?" Mark asked smiling. "You like when I fuck you like that, hard and nasty?"

I returned his smile. Feeling like I had really given him what he needed. Maybe we would be able to sleep a little then talk about last night.

"Like it? Little brother I love it!" I told him.

"Good." Mark said his smile changing from the one he always gave me to a smug little smirk. The one he used in court when he had just crossed up a witness. My heart sank as he finished;

"At least you love something about me."

With that he shook his head, and turning walked out of the bathroom. 

"Mark please don't talk like that!" I called after him as I followed him towards his bedroom. 

"You know I love you Mark it's just that..."

I stopped, as reaching his bedroom door he turned to face me.

"It's just what Meg?" 

I stood there looking at him, realizing I wasn't sure what to say to him. I tried anyway;

"Well you know we've always loved each other, but.."

"I know." He cut me off. "We love like brother and sister, but fuck like lovers."

"Mark I'm sorry I..."

"Don't be."

He looked at me for a minute as if trying to decide what to say. Our eyes met, and I could see he was hurt. Swallowing hard he looked away from me and whispered;

"I guess I forgot the rules." He laughed softly without humor. "Forgot my place."

"Oh Mark come here."

I put my arms out to hug him, but he shook his head and opening his bedroom door took a deep breath and said softly;

"Don't worry sis it won't happen again."

I tried to take his hand but he pulled away.

"I need to be alone for awhile." 

As I stood there with tears in my eyes, my heart aching for him he entered his bedroom, and closed the door behind him.

Turning away from the door I made my way into the living room and sat on the couch. As I tried to control my emotions I turned to look at the glass coffee table next to me. On it was a framed 8x10 photo of Mark and I when we were teenagers. The picture was just of our heads our faces pressed side by side. At that age our resemblance was unmistakable. I was flashing my best big crooked smile and Mark was smiling as well but it was a shy nervous one that I found adorable. It had been taken the day he had officially come to live with us. The day fate brought us together to take care of each other.

That was more than I could handle. I burst into tears putting my head in my hands to try to muffle my sobs so Mark wouldn't hear me. Not only had I broken his heart last night, but had just made it worse. I should have never fucked him. Mark had been right in the shower; I never took no for an answer, and even more when he had said that I had needed it to. I hadn't just fucked him for his benefit I had done it for me. To make myself feel better about hurting him, because it's what I wanted, and I always took what I wanted, at least where Mark was concerned. Megan you self centered bitch! I yelled at myself then just sat there and cried myself out.

When I had stopped I realized I had to get moving. I had to leave. Go see mom. It seemed like a terrible thing to do but staying here would just make things worse. Neither Mark nor I were good with dealing with emotions. Things could only go downhill from here. I went into the bathroom and took an actual shower, letting the hot water hit me and trying to let the steam clear my head. After I had finished I went into the guest bedroom where I had unpacked my things and put a bag together for the couple of days I would spend with mom and dad. Keeping in mind I would be with my parents I packed a couple of conservative outfits and dressed in a plain white skirt with a tank top and a white blouse to go over it to cover up my tattoo that mom had never been a fan of.

I put the bag by the door then went into Mark's office to grab the keys for the Lexus. I took them off the hook and was turning when a manila envelope on Mark's desk caught my eye. I didn't think it had been there yesterday but then again I had been more interested in the pictures on the desk than anything else. The envelope was addressed to Mark, but what had caught my eye was the senders address; Bloch and Price.

I knew that name. Bloch and Price was one of the largest law firms in Chicago and had represented Abigail several times when every once in awhile some overzealous politician or church group tried to shut the Black Flame down. Glancing out towards Mark's bedroom to make sure he hadn't come out. I quickly picked the envelope up and slid the letter out. The first part of it thanked Mark for coming out to see them last month. I narrowed my eyes last month? That's right I had gone to LA with Laura to visit her parents for a week.

My eyes widened as I read on. The letter was a detailed job offer. Salary, benefits, vacation, company car, and a signing bonus that was staggering. The letter ended with them saying they respected his honesty that he wasn't sure when he could give them an answer but they would appreciate it by the end of the month. 

I put the letter down and sat there shaking my head in disbelief. Last night was no game, nor was it him rebounding from Samantha, my little brother had been waiting for me. Not just waiting but planning. Prepared to pick up and leave the only life he had ever known to go back home with me, to be with me. I carefully put the letter back where I found it knowing Mark would notice if they had been moved even a little bit.

I quickly got up and left his office in case he came out. My mind was racing as it had last night. I walked over to the door and put my hand on the knob. No, I couldn't just leave without saying goodbye to him. I went back over to his bedroom door and knocked softly.

"Mark?" No answer. I knocked a little louder.

"Hey little brother, you gonna come kiss your sister goodbye?"

I sighed then reaching down turned the knob half expecting it to be locked. It wasn't so I pushed the door open partway and stepped inside. The pungent aroma of nightshade incense struck me as soon as I entered the room. Because of the tapestries and black drapes Mark's bedroom was pitch black even during the day. The candelabra's were lit as well as a half dozen candles spread out around the room. Mark was sitting naked cross legged on the bed his hands resting palm up on his knees.

Mark's eyes were closed and he was chanting softly in Latin. I quietly approached the bed and listened. Mark was reciting the Inno A Satana; a long poem that he usually sang. I closed my eyes focusing on his words. Mark and I had both become fluent in Latin by our late teens. Mine was a bit rusty but Mark used it all the time even taking all his notes in court in Latin so no one else could read or use them.

Hearing where Mark was in the poem, I waited until he started the next verse and joined in. At the sound of my voice Mark's eyes opened halfway to look at me. I got onto foot of the bed sitting in the same position he was in. Mark didn't miss a word, and the two of us sat chanting looking into each other's eyes. After another verse Mark put his hands out. I put my hands into his and closed my eyes. I continued to sing softly but Marks voice grew louder, and stronger taking the lead. His Latin was flawless and I could feel the strength emanating from him. 

I let myself get lost in Mark's voice, I was singing along but my focus was on him. The song reached its climax and I raised my voice with his for the last stanza. We stopped and I took several long deep breaths, when I opened my eyes Mark was staring at me. Still holding his hands I leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. Mark closed his eyes, and sighed.

"Going Meg?" He asked.

"Yeah, I told mom noon."

"Okay." He nodded and getting off the bed slipped on the black robe that was on the bed next to him.

We left the room and I turned to look at him. He seemed better, well calmer at least. We looked at each other silently. I was not used to things being awkward between us.

"Hey Mark I'm taking mom to lunch you want to come?"

"No, you go alone she's missed you."

"She misses you too you know." 

Mark shrugged and I asked;

"Mark what's going on with you and dad?"

"Better you don't know." He said simply.

"Mark..." I started.

"Let it go sis." Mark sighed and looking away whispered. "I'm sorry Megan."

"Why are you sorry?" I asked.

"I was kind of rough earlier and I got carried away and I..." He exhaled loudly. "It made me think of that night that..."

I instantly put my finger to his lips.

"First off little brother," I began. "We don't talk about that night. Ever. Second you didn't do anything I didn't want you to..." I put my arms around his neck.

"And last of all Mark I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean to upset you I just..." Once again I was unsure of just what to say.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 09



"Megan I..."

Mark started then stopping put his hands up in a helpless gesture. I simply hugged him tight. At first Mark put his arms around me, but seemed stiff. I continued to hold him refusing to let him go. After what seemed like an eternity I felt his body relax into mine, and he hugged me back putting his face into my neck.

"Listen Mark," I whispered in his ear. "We've both got a lot to say but don't know how to say it. And I've already screwed up twice. I don't want to hurt you or fight. I'm going to go with mom and dad and that will give us time to clear our heads. I'll come back Tuesday and we'll go out to dinner and talk okay?"

"Okay." He stepped back.

"You going to be alright Mark?"

"I'll be fine sis. I always am."

I smiled and told him;

"I love you little..." Shit! I thought as I caught myself. "Mark." I finished.

He returned the smile sadly.

"I love you to... sis." 

*

This concludes the first part of Siblings with Benefits. First off I would like to thank the many of you who have been following my series from the beginning and have taken the time to vote, and also a heartfelt thank you to those of you who have chosen to take the time to write to me. I have only been writing for a short time and your kind supportive remarks have meant a lot to me.

I have received many compliments about how "Story driven" this series is which is a big deal to me, as that is what I have been striving for. I tell anyone who will listen that; "My smut has depth dammit!" 

In Chapter 10 Megan will go back to her parent's house where many years ago she seduced her brother and this story truly began. The subsequent chapters (I do not know how many as I write where the story takes me and do not outline far in advance) will take us through a six month period of time during the first year Mark and Megan were sleeping together. These Chapters will be written differently with the introduction of several characters and a lot of interaction with them. It will also show both the beginning of Megan's decline into addiction and Mark's growing darkness as well.

In closing I would also like to send a shout out to a very supportive fellow author who goes by the handle Fist of fury. If you are a fan of my stories and Incest stories in general and have not read his "A Back Rub For Julia" series then you need to! This series definitely sets a high bar for other authors in this category! If you want to find it quick Part one is in my favorite's page.

Once again thank you so much for your support!

Mike (Lovecraft68)



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 10



Note from the Author;

As I said at the end of chapter nine, this chapter begins Part 2 of Siblings with Benefits. Because it is a lead in chapter there is a bit of detail before the fun begins please be patient and read through. Thank you as always for your continued support, Lovecraft68





I left Mark's house with a heavy heart. For the first time that I could remember I was walking away from my brother with a sense that things were not right between us. Well first time since I had been sober, as of course we'd had our share of disagreements in the past but they had generally revolved around my addiction and the actions it caused. Especially that terrible night that triggered the worst.... I instantly pushed that thought away I would not relive that night ever, and neither would Mark although he had come close not more than a half hour ago before I had left.

I felt terrible leaving Mark that way. My brother was heartbroken and probably humiliated as well. There was no doubt that he wouldn't sleep worth a damn for the next couple of nights, hell that would probably hold true for myself as well, but time apart would be the best thing for both of us right now. Besides if I wasn't there I couldn't hurt him again. The only good thing was that he didn't seem angry anymore. I had been able to help with that anyways; at my own cost however, as I realized my pussy was still sore. Goddamn he had fucked me hard! Even though I know I had made things worse by fucking him, it was better to have Mark feeling a little down compared to ready to start breaking things. Well that was me; always ready to take one for the team.

I turned up the radio in Mark's Lexus; the $40,000 Luxury car his firm paid for that he hardly ever drove and pushed all thoughts of last night and this morning's drama from my mind. Not that I didn't know that my brother's offering of his heart hadn't instantly become the most important thing in my life right now, but I needed time to clear my head. I drove through the still familiar streets of Providence doing a very good job of staring straight ahead, and not playing the "And that's where this horrible event happened" game.

When I arrived at my old home sweet home mom was waiting for me on the porch like an excited little kid. I have to say for a woman pushing seventy mom moved pretty damn good, as I had barely gotten out of the car when she had reached it to throw her arms up around my neck and give me an enormous hug hello. I felt another of those waves of emotion that I had been prone to lately come over me. This one however was a pleasant one as I realized just how much I had missed my mother.

Mom squeezed me surprisingly hard for a woman who stood five foot even and may have weighed all of 110 pounds. I lowered my head to hers, and gave her a kiss. Mom finally let me go and stood back beaming at me and telling me how wonderful I looked. I smiled and thanked her knowing full well I could look like shit but compared to some of the states mom had seen me in years ago she would take anything as long as I was healthy.

Lunch was wonderful. We talked about everything and nothing as we had appetizers right down to desert and coffee sitting in the restaurant for over two hours. Mom expressed her disappointment about Laura. They had met when I flew mom down for her birthday six months ago and had hit it off well. Then again my mother was one of those people that if you didn't get along with her there was something wrong with you.

That was the great thing about mom; she didn't get into things more than she had to. I know she didn't quite understand why I would be with a woman especially when my last relationship had been with a man and my next could be either. As far as mom was concerned the only thing that mattered was if they could make me happy. Unfortunately the person who could do that or at least do it for more than a few months at a time had not been discovered yet; although the one who could very well be that person had just declared his intentions but there was more involved there than just making me happy. The woman in front of me for instance, what would we tell...

Speaking of mom, she cut into my fog, and asked me what was wrong and don't bother lying because she could see there was something on my mind. I brushed it off telling her I was still a little down over Laura and was just tired in general having been working nonstop for the last couple of months. Mom warned me to take care of myself, and not get to worn down. I told her not to worry adding to myself that especially over the last few hours my needs had pretty much been the only ones I had seemed concerned with.

As we sat and finished our coffee I found myself filled with a sense of gratitude, that I could still have this with mom. That all those years that I had put her through so much and treated her like a stranger, and that seeing me in such terrible states had never affected her love for me. Laura had been right; remember the good stuff. Mom did. Truth be told, I wish I could talk to her about what was on my mind at the moment, but the subject of my little brother being in love with me and wondering how I felt about it might not go over to well. I was also holding back my news about Walsh wanting to wait until dad was there as well.

After lunch we went shopping where I noticed that Mom seemed to be really watching what she was buying. After a couple of hints I finally came out and asked if they were okay and mom admitted they had been having some trouble making ends meet on dads pension and their social security. Ignoring her protests I loaded up the carriage and paid for everything. I also wrote her a check for $500 and told her I wouldn't take no for an answer. They had taken care of me for years, adopted me and loved me as their own. I was proud to be in a position to help them. Dad was too proud to ask for or accept help, but mom was to smart not to. I knew for a fact Mark had helped her in the past as well.

Speaking of Mark, that was the next topic of conversation. Granted since he had moved out and especially since the Megan caused arguments between Mark and dad had begun it's not like Mark was what you would call a dutiful son, but he would keep in touch. A call once a week, and an occasional visit for a cup of coffee. Not a lot but enough to keep mom happy. Now however weeks would go by and mom had to be the one to keep calling. 

Mom was very proud of my brother and bragged to her friends constantly about her good looking son the lawyer. A year ago Mark had made New England magazine's list of eligible bachelors and mom had carried around a copy of the magazine in her purse for weeks. According to her she had no idea what dad and Mark had fought about, just that dad wouldn't say what it was telling her she was better of never knowing what her "son" and mom said he had stressed "her" son was capable of. For all dads bluster and bullshit my mother was everything to him and for him not to share something with her was big. What the hell had Mark done? I told her I would try to get an answer before I left whether I really could with the other more important situation looming I wasn't sure, but I owed it to her to make an attempt.

After shopping we returned to mom's house where we sat on the porch for awhile and reminisced about how things were when Mark and I were teen agers and some of the things we had done. It was hard sometimes to keep a straight face, when mom would keep saying how she had always loved how close Mark and I were. Tell me what a good big sister I was to him when he came to live with us, how I took good care of him. I had to agree that many were the nights that I had taken very good care of my little brother.

Despite the Mark situation I had to say I was having a pretty good day. That changed for a bit when dad finally came home. By then mom and I had gone in and were having a cup of tea in the parlor. I saw dad pull up into the driveway alongside Mark's Lexus and got up to go to the door to surprise him when I noticed he was still sitting in the car staring at the house. Dad took out his cell phone and a moment later mom's phone started to ring where it sat on the coffee table.

I had reached down and grabbed it still wanting to catch dad by surprise so I answered. The surprise was on me and it was not a pleasant one, when as I started to answer dad snapped into the phone;

"Denise, what is that fucking animal doing in my house?"

I was speechless. Not just at the words themselves but the sheer animosity in them. I had never heard my father sound like that before. It hadn't occurred to me that Dad would obviously assume it was Mark in Mark's car.

"Denise?"

"Sorry Dad," I replied. "I'll get going, just stopped in to say hi."

There was silence on the other end for a minute and finally dad said;

"Megan? Oh my god honey I'm sorry. I'll be right in."

I met dad at the door and we hugged a bit awkwardly. He apologized again saying he would never talk to his "little girl" like that. In spite of the ugliness I had just heard from him, hearing dad call me his little girl always made me happy. I had given him another hug at that point, a real one, and whispered in his ear, that I loved him, and we could talk about what had just happened later. Dad pulled me to him tighter and said fine but for now he just wanted to see his beautiful daughter. The polar opposite of mom, dad was tall just over six feet and still pretty solid going to the gym a couple of times a week and golfing whenever he could afford it. I let myself fold into him for a couple of minutes enjoying being close to him.

Unfortunately my actions had strained my father and I's relationship more so than it had with mom. A huge part of that was that Dad was aware of much more that had went on. My father had bailed me out of many situations and always gave me the "don't tell your mother". It was a chain reaction, mom knew some, dad knew more, and Mark? Well he had seen more than even my father could imagine. As I stayed in my father's embrace I couldn't imagine the pain I had put him through. I remember standing there next to dad in court, my head down in shame as the judge not only read off the charge of prostitution, but mentioned that it had not been the first time. Hallmark doesn't make father's day cards that celebrate occasions like that.

We sat around the parlor for awhile and I kind of repeated some of the same things I had already said to mom including Laura which dad was more than okay with. My father isn't quite a bible thumper but is pretty devout and considers homosexuality a sin. As a matter of fact one of the first-there were a few- times he had thrown me out of the house was when he had found out I had been seeing Betty as more than a friend. Of course the fact he had found out by walking in on us may have added to the emotion of the moment. After a half hearted "that's too bad" about Laura, the conversation moved on to Chicago in general.

By then it was after six and mom offered to cook. After dad made a crack about he thought the point was to get me to stay, I offered to take them out to his favorite place Twin Oaks. Over dinner I told them about Walsh and they were both beside themselves. I did notice however that when mom made the comment that it was wonderful that both their kids were so successful that dad gave her a look. I always thought it was sweet mom called Mark her son. He hadn't come to live there until he was almost sixteen and was out just shy of twenty, but that didn't matter to mom. If I was her daughter and Mark my brother, then of course he was her son.

Dad on the other hand had never really bonded with Mark. Don't get me wrong dad tried to be good to him and genuinely felt terrible about what Mark had been through, however there was something about Mark that dad never really trusted. Eventually dad told me that he had just felt that they had gotten Mark too late. That unlike myself who for all I had been through still came to live with them fairly young with a chance at a normal life, Mark was already damaged beyond repair. Dad used to say that when he would look into Mark's eyes he got the impression that there was something dark behind them, that he wasn't quite right. Four years later after the Max incident dad had looked like a prophet.

Once back at the house dad disappeared to watch the ten o'clock news as he had every night for god knew how long, and mom and I sat in the kitchen. When mom started nodding off at the table I told her to go to bed. She looked like a disappointed little kid saying she could stay up. I told her don't worry about it, I was there until Tuesday, so we would have plenty of time. Mom gave me a kiss and headed off to bed. I drifted into the den and told dad I was going upstairs to bed. Before I left he apologized again for earlier, I saw an opening but it was late and it had been a long enough day. I did tell him that I wanted to take him for lunch tomorrow, just the two of us. Dad said okay but with a look that told me he knew what I would be trying to discuss.

I was heading upstairs when mom caught me and handed me towels, telling me they didn't really use the shower upstairs anymore, I thanked her and had started up when mom called up to me and told me that they had found a box of some old papers and books a few months ago in the attic that were mine, and she had put them in the closet for whenever I might visit. She said they didn't look to important, but thought I might want to take a look through.

Standing in the doorway of my old bedroom I was struck by a wave of nostalgia. The fact that the room still looked almost identical to how it was when I first moved out at the age of 22 helped add to that feeling. I looked around slowly, my old bureau was still there along with the desk that dad had made for me when I was twelve. Looking up I smiled, at fifteen my parents had let me paint the entire ceiling into a forest mural complete with birds and small animals of every type. The forest had a bittersweet meaning for me. When I was a young girl, back when we were still with my biological mother I had created it as fantasy world where I actually had friends and places to go. Three years later when I was ten and being molested it became a safe haven in my mind where I would run to when my foster father was having his way with me. 

By the end I had withdrawn so much I barely even felt his attacks just lied there and went away. The smile left my face and was replaced by a quick burst of bitterness. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths allowing the feeling to pass. I had been saved from that life and anything that had happened since I had brought down upon myself the past was the past. I walked into the room and putting my bag down sat on the edge of the bed.

I kicked off my sandals and lied back staring up at the forest remembering my first few nights here when I was eleven. Mom slept in the bed with me the entire first week and for a couple of weeks after that would stay with me until I fell asleep. She had bought me a stuffed Scooby Doo (my all time favorite) and I would hold Scooby and she would hold me. It was the first time in my life I had felt safe from the nightmares and memories. Years later they would resurface with a vengeance and it was my brother Mark who would hold me and make it okay.

I remembered lying on this bed sobbing into Scooby when I was sixteen had my first break up. There were of course numerous memories of Mark and myself. I remember the first night that his nightmares had gotten so bad I heard him scream from the other side of the adjoining bathroom and went into his bedroom. That was the first night we had slept together, fully dressed, just me holding him with his face nestled into my chest and me playing with his hair telling him that I understood, that it would be better now that his big sister was there to take care of him. 

Of course things would change quickly and within a couple of years it would be Mark taking care of me for well right up to now. Thinking of Mark for the first time since I had left him this morning I felt that I had truly come full circle. Almost twenty years ago I had lied in this bed, sometimes with Mark next to me, sleeping soundly in his big sister's arms and thought of taking him, of the two of us crossing that line and giving each other what we needed. Now here I was thinking once again of my brother and the crossing of an altogether different line. The final one, when it was just sex it was a dirty little game that we could stop or start anytime we wanted to, a game we had been playing for years.

To have it become more however, to be about a life together was a different matter altogether. How could we pull it off? Granted in Chicago people didn't know I had a brother, and apparently Mark was willing to come down there, but what about my parents? For that matter, what if anyone ever found out? Mark had made enemies throughout his career, powerful ones, and the kind that could use something like that to destroy him. I was also just starting to really get my career going. Granted I painted and travelled in some strange circles, but even amongst the goth and occult circles incest wasn't exactly acceptable behavior.

I felt a pang of sadness at the thought of Mark. I could just picture him now lying in that amazing bed alone, unable to sleep, staring up at his reflection and probably thinking of me, and how I had rejected him. I could tell by the way we had said goodbye that Mark assumed that I didn't want him. That wasn't necessarily true I had just never considered it, and he obviously had been thinking of it for quite some time. I tried calling Mark to see if he was okay, and to tell him good night, when he didn't answer I sent a text; 

"Goodnight my beautiful little brother." 

A few minutes later the phone vibrated with his reply of; 

"Sweet dreams my sister." 

I felt hurt he hadn't answered the phone, but at least he had replied.

As I put the phone down I saw that it was only eleven o'clock. I got up and getting undressed put on a pink night shirt that Laura had bought me and that I would only wear for her when I felt like being cute. I hated sleeping in anything but the idea of sleeping naked in the folks house seemed odd somehow. But sleeping with your brother had been okay though? I asked myself shaking my head. I was and always will be a sick puppy.

Lying back down on the bed I began to prove that theory as closing my eyes I once again envisioned Mark lying on those blood red satin sheets. I sighed, it wasn't fair that I was in town and we were lying in separate bedrooms. I should be there with him, my long ivory legs wrapped around his tanned flesh. That massive cock buried deep inside of my needy little pussy. Of course that would be after our tongues had worked their magic over each other's bodies. I slid my hand down and pulling the night shirt up to my hips dipped my fingers down into my already wet slit.

"Oh that's it little brother," I whispered. "Lick your nasty sister's pussy, oh yeah just like that."

I slid my second hand down to begin to caress my clit thinking not back in the old bed for more than twenty minutes and already playing with myself. It really was just like the old days, well the days before Mark came along anyways when this nasty girls only real form of release was playing with myself. As I slowly teased my clit with just my fingernail, I thought back on yesterday; how Mark had spoiled me start to finish especially in the bedroom. Last night we had relived the first night that we had been together, the night I had come in and taken what I wanted.

Continuing on that train of thought it wasn't long after that first weekend that Mark started learning how to get what he wanted. I had told him that I would always call the shots, and for the most part I did, but my little brother had certainly had his moments. Stroking my clit a little more firmly I thought back to the first time that I had let Mark take me in my bed, I had really tried not to give in but my little brother had been very persuasive.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 10



August 1984

It was eleven o'clock on Saturday night and I was totally exhausted. Normally this was early for me, but after working four pm to close last night at Vinnie's and pulling a ten to ten shift today I was completely wiped out. I'd even turned down an invitation to go down to JR's Fast lane with a couple of other girls and Jack, the thirty year old blonde bartender who'd been hitting on me like it was going out of style the last couple of weeks. There could definitely be a night in Jack's future, but it wasn't tonight.

There was no one home when I got there, Mark had a karate tournament somewhere in Mass and the folks had gone to watch. I'd felt bad I couldn't go Mark hadn't lost a match yet, nor had the guy he was facing tonight, but work had needed me and I needed the money to pay for the 1981 Camaro dad had helped me buy last year. My parents had put the money down but the payments were mine. I went upstairs and after taking a long hot shower, slid on a pair of purple panties and a blue night shirt that had Scooby doo on it that Mark always made fun of, and crawled into bed.

I must have went right out, as I awoke to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. Mark must have just come home. I thought briefly of getting up to ask him how he made out, but was so tired I felt drugged and my legs and feet were killing me. I'd talk to him in the morning besides who was I kidding? Of course Mark had won. No one took my little brother. I closed my eyes only to open them again what seemed like minutes later when I heard Mark tap on the bathroom door.

"Hey sis you awake?" He called softly from the door way.

"No." I answered groggily as I opened my eyes and saw him standing in the bathroom doorway.

Apparently Mark took that as a yes and came strolling over to the bed. I have to say as tired as I was my brother did get my eyes to open all the way. Mark was wearing just a pair of black shorts and damn did he look fine. Working out with a personal trainer Mark had added at least another ten pounds of pure muscle to what had already been an amazing build. His chest and shoulders showed most of this and as usual his perfect six pack stomach never failed to make me want to lick my lips.

I had left my blinds halfway up to get some of the cool night air and there was a fair amount of light coming through from the street lights. In it I could see the reflection of Mark's back in my bureau mirror. Mark had gotten a summer bonus from the construction company he had been working with and had gotten an enormous Baphomet tattoo that covered just about his entire back. My parents had freaked, however not as much as they would when they eventually saw the smaller version that Mark had paid for me to get on the small of my back. The tattoo was less than two weeks old and looked incredible on his muscular back.

As Mark sat on the edge of my bed I could smell the Prestige after shave he was wearing, the one I had gotten him last Christmas. Putting after shave on this late made me think little brother was looking for something. Well he could keep looking, I was beat and we had never done it in my bed. I preferred his in case god forbid we ever got caught I would tell dad I had come to Mark. Looking at his face I also noticed Mark hadn't shaved in a couple of days, sporting the "bad boy" look he always favored for the nights of his tournaments. Mark's hair was wet and he hadn't brushed it leaving that tousled look that I loved on him. Not for the first time I was amazed at how absolutely beautiful my brother really was.

I propped myself up on one elbow and smiled tiredly at him.

"So you win as usual killer?"

Mark flashed that smug smirk that had been showing up on his face more and more often these days.

"Damn straight knocked his punk ass out in the third round."

"Good for you little brother." I told him then covered my mouth as I yawned.

"Tired sis?"

"I'm wiped Mark."

"Oh," He said sounding disappointed. "I was kind of hoping we could... you know."

I shook my head.

"First off little brother, I am waaay to tired, and second of all you know damn straight I decide when, not you."

Mark rolled his eyes.

"Why is that?"

"Because I'm the big sister." I told him unable to avoid smiling at that.

"C'mon Meg I'm horny." He gave me that adorable shy smile. The one that only I ever got to see. "Please? I thought about you all night."

"I'll bet you did you naughty boy, but the answers no." When he nodded sadly, I added; "Besides Mark seriously we can't all the time and we just did a couple of nights ago no?"

"Yeah I guess."

I pushed myself up to a sitting position and leaning forward gave him a hug. Damn he smelled and felt fantastic.

"Good night little brother." 

I gave him a quick kiss on the lips as I pulled away from him and rolled over onto my side facing away pretty much telling him that there would be nothing.

"Goodnight sis." He said, but made no move to leave the bed.

Finally after a couple of minutes I sighed and said;

"Mark? If you want to stay in here with me then that's fine. Just curl on up next to me and go to sleep, but that's it okay?"

"Okay." Mark answered as he slipped under the sheet and lied down behind me. Rather than curl up and put his arm behind my waist the way he usually did Mark started lightly trailing his fingers along my neck and sliding them under the shoulder of my nightshirt.

"Be good little brother."

"I'm trying to be." Was his answer as he moved my hair and softly kissed the back of my neck. The kiss along with his touch sent a chill through me.

"Mark please, I..."

"You don't have to beg sis." Mark said as he playfully nibbled my ear.

. His hand went around and cupped my left tit through the nightshirt, his fingers quickly finding my nipple.

"Move your hand Mark if your horny you should have went and found Krissy. Or is she not around?"

"I could have."

As he answered he removed his hand from my nipple but continued nuzzling my neck.

"But I really wanted you." He paused to suck on my neck causing me to gasp without meaning to. "I wanted to come home and fuck my hot big sister."

This time his hand dropped to my thigh and started sliding up my nightshirt. When he reached my panties he began to try to work his fingers inside, all the while gently kissing and sucking the soft flesh between my neck and shoulder. I felt my pussy getting wet, and almost let him continue, a nice orgasm, a good fuck, and then curl up and... No. I had made the rules and I would keep them. I grabbed his forearm inwardly groaning at good the muscles there felt, and pulled his hand from under the shirt.

"Mark no, okay? I'm tired and everything hurts." I did feel kind of bad though. "Tell you what maybe tomorrow morning we can slip off to your room and we can play then."

"I guess." 

With a sigh I felt him lie down next to me. After a moment he said;

"Sorry you're sore."

"That's okay I'll be better tomorrow. Good night little brother I..Ohhh that's nice." I let out as Mark reached his hand under my hair and started rubbing the back of my neck.

'Yeah?" Mark shifted his position and putting both his hands on my shoulders started to knead the sore muscles with his fingers. "How's that?"

"Oh damn that feels good."

"Hey sis roll over I'll give you a back rub."

A back rub, with those strong hands! Oh did that sound great! I rolled over onto my stomach, propping my head up on my folded arms. Taking his cue Mark sat up and tossed the sheet off.

"Take this off." He said tugging on the night shirt.

"Mark I told you..."

"C'mon sis it won't feel as good with the shirt on."

He had a point there.

"Fine," I told him. "But my panties stay on."

Mark pushed the night shirt up to my shoulders and over my head and I slid further down on the bed stretching my long legs all the way out. I knew damn well Mark's eyes would be glued to my ass in the purple lace panties. To prove my point he whispered;

"Damn you got a hot fucking body sis."

"Yeah, well you're sister's hot bodies all sore and achy." I said in my little girl voice. "And somebody with nice strong hands said they'll make it all better."

"My pleasure." Mark said, and swinging his leg over to straddle my legs started to rub my back.

Trust me the pleasure was all mine as for the next half hour my brothers amazing hands worked their way across my shoulders and neck, and then slowly inch by inch down the length of my back, and even all the way down my out stretched arms. I had never felt anything non sexual feel so damn good! As I lied there I was aware that I was letting out soft moans as if I was having sex.

"Ohhhh little brother," I cooed. "You are being sooo good to your sister right now."

"Oh trust me sis were just getting started." He whispered in my ear as he leaned over.

Mark slid further down towards the foot of the bed and as he did I could feel the length of his huge cock pressing against the back of my leg through his shorts. I let out a groan that had nothing to do with the back rub as I felt that this shorts were wet from his dripping cock. Oh this was not fair I thought. Of course compared to what he started doing next that was nothing. As Mark moved further down, his powerful hands massaging the backs of my thighs. Leaning he began slowly kissing my back. Soft little kisses that started at my left shoulder went across to the right and then starting at the back of my neck made a slow trail all the way down towards my ass.

"Damn this is a sexy spot for this." Mark said as he kissed the new tattoo on my back.

"I...Ohhh you bad boy." I moaned as he started kissing and sucking on the left side of my ass. 

Oh this was not good, I was going to give in there was no way around it. To his credit Mark made no sign to hurry, instead he stopped kissing my ass and continued to work his way slowly down my legs rubbing the sore muscles behind my knees and then getting off the bed and kneeling on the floor spent a good long time massaging my calves Oh god did that feel wonderful. Oh this nasty girl was going to have to give her little brother a treat for this. 

"Damn that was great Mark I..." 

I was cut short again as Mark grabbed my right foot between his hands and started massaging my incredibly sore heel. I lied there in a state of complete bliss as Mark moved from the heel to the ball of my foot and then using his strong fingers worked the soft flesh at the base of each toe. I could feel my panties soaking through and with my legs spread open I'm sure my brother could see it if he was looking, and I'd be disappointed if he wasn't. If my pussy was dripping then, it positively gushed as I felt my brother's tongue lightly run across the bottom of my foot.

"Ohhh," I moaned.

I knew Mark liked my feet, and had enjoyed working his cock with them before as well as once letting him suck my toes through my stockings, but this was the first time I had felt his tongue on them like this.

"Yeah, look at you licking your sisters sexy feet you are a bad boy oh Mark!" 

I gasped out as he sucked my big toe into his mouth and swirled his tongue around. I wanted to reach down and start playing with myself, but I'm sure my brother would be getting there soon because at this point I knew I would be letting him. As I moaned in pleasure Mark worked each one of my toes in and out of his mouth. When he grabbed the other foot I couldn't take anymore.

"Let me roll over so I can watch." 

I quickly rolled onto my back and propped myself up on a pillow to watch the show. Mark grabbed my right foot and as I watched, looking me in the eye the entire time slowly ran his tongue across the tips of my toes, before gently sucking them one by one into his mouth. I let out a soft moan and started playing with my nipples, my hips slowly pumping up and down on the bed.

"Oh little brother, you know where your sister needs that tongue."

Mark removed my foot from his mouth and smirked at me.

"Thought you were tired."

"Don't get smart little brother, just finish what you started."

"Yeah sis?" Mark asked as he stood up exposing the huge bulge that looked as if it were ready to rip through his shorts. "You want your little brother to take care of you?"

"I want you to take that big fucking cock out, and crawl up here and suck on your sister's pussy little brother that's what I want."

Mark didn't have to be told twice. Quickly pulling his shorts down to let his massive dripping prick spring free, he got onto the bed and reaching down grabbed the waist of my panties. I raised my hips for him and as soon as he took them off Mark knelt between my thighs and using his fingers spread my pussy open and lightly blew on my clit. I pumped my hips shoving my pussy into his face.

"Oh don't tease little brother."

Mark placed his hands on my thighs to hold my hips down and after gently kissing my swollen clit whispered;

"Easy sis it's not a race. Just lie back and enjoy." 

I was going to tell him to just fucking make me cum, but smiling at me from between my thighs he added softly;

"Just let your little brother take good care of his sexy big sister's sweet little pussy"

How could I resist that? I have to admit that as impatient as I was Mark more than made it worth the wait. As I lied their more relaxed than I could ever remember being my little brother proceeded to gently lick, suck and tease my clit like he never had before, like no one ever had before. Keeping my lips spread open Mark alternately swirled his tongue in delightfully slow circles around my clit, then would gently pinch it between his fingers and rub it between them as his soft tongue probed the entrance to my incredibly hot pussy.

When Mark suddenly teased his tongue across my ass, I gasped in surprise, both at the fact that he would do it and at how good it felt. Because of my past I never let anyone near there, but I had to say that felt pretty damn good never mind the taboo of it.

"Do it again." I told him then let out a squeal as this time he pushed his tongue directly into my tight little ass.

"Ohhh look at you tonguing your nasty sister's ass oh you are a naughty little brother aren't you?"

And you're a nasty girl I told myself, lying here in your bed with your little brother between your thighs, licking not just your pussy but that spot that I had sworn would forever be off limits. My fingers made their way to my nipples. As much as I enjoyed Mark taking his time I needed to cum so badly at this point I all but whimpered;

"Oh please little brother let your big sister cum nice and hard for you."

I moaned loudly as Mark finally slid first one finger into my sopping pussy then as he began sucking my clit hard and fast into his mouth added a second.

"Oh yeah Mark that's it nice and fast nice and... Oh!"

Mark had slid one of his fingers from my pussy and had pushed just the tip into my ass. He stopped holding it there waiting, as he did he slowed down the pace of his sucking and fingering, he was waiting for me to tell me if it was okay. Not only couldn't I believe how good it felt, but more importantly I didn't feel nervous at all, my brother would never hurt me he only wanted to please me. 

"Go ahead little brother," I told him. "Just go nice and easy work it in... ohhhh yeahhhh,"

Mark slid his finger all the way in then slowly began working it in and out twisting his finger as he did so. After a few times he started pumping his finger out of my pussy in the same rhythm the sensation was incredible, I let out an exceptionally loud moan as Mark pressed his fingers against each other through the thin flesh between my pussy and ass.

"Shhh!" Mark hissed. 

There was no way I could keep quiet at this point. Grabbing my pillow I covered my face and started pinching my nipples harder than before.

"Do it Mark," I told him my voice muffled. "Finger your sister's ass and make her scream, make her cum in that pretty face of yours, get this nasty girl off the way she needs it!"

Tossing caution to the wind Mark started thrusting both of his fingers in and out faster and harder at the same time sucking my clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue against it in quick hard circles. I could feel the orgasm starting to flow through me, I wrapped my thighs around Marks head and arched my hips off the bed. For a moment that seemed like an eternity I hung there right on the edge then;

I came like I never had before, ass off the bed, hips thrusting, and screaming into the pillow like a wild animal. Wave after wave of the most intense pleasure crashed through me as I bucked my hips grinding my pussy into my little brother's face. Somehow Mark continued to lick and work his fingers and just as that incredible orgasm started to fade another one flowed through my pleasure wracked body sending another wave of spasms through my hips and thighs, and causing a noise that could only be described as a howl come from deep within me. 

My body stayed totally rigid every muscle involved in my orgasm before with a tiny whimper I collapsed back into the bed panting as if I had just run a marathon.

"Oh... oh my god... oh Mark..." 

I couldn't even speak. With what felt like the last of my strength I pulled the pillow away from my now sweating face and looked down at Mark who was grinning like the Cheshire cat. Hell at this point he could be as smug as he wanted to be. I moaned softly as he slid his fingers from inside of me.

"Yeah you like that sis?"

"Oh yeah," Was all I could manage to get out.

"Good." Mark said then the grin changed to a nasty little smirk that I don't remember seeing in him before. "Because now I get to cum."

Moving so quickly he caught me by surprise Mark slid up the bed and with no hesitation plunged his enormous cock into me. My legs had been draped over his shoulders and as Mark had come up my knees had bent over his shoulders and now my legs were bent back almost past my head.

"Oh my fucking..." I started to yell and was silenced by Marks hand covering my mouth.

Mark started fucking the shit out of me. As slow and easy as he had worked my body was now as hard and fast as he was taking me. Mark's cock was going so deep I could feel his balls hitting my ass as he drilled me harder than I could have ever imagined. I was also aware that Mark covering my mouth was turning me on. I had fantasized many times in the past about being taken. I had always thought there was something wrong with me considering I had spent part of my childhood being raped, but for whatever reason the thought had always done it for me I had even masturbated to it. Now here was my brother with his hand wrapped around my face and fucking me so hard that I was squealing into it.

I could tell Mark was into it as well and not just by the look on his face as even though he had only been fucking me for a couple of minutes I could sense that he was already getting close to cumming. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him even closer to me causing my legs to push back even further and my brothers long thick cock to plunge even deeper into my tight little pussy that despite the painful fucking it was getting was gushing around his cock with every thrust.

"Oh damn Oh..." Mark started to gasp.

Mark had moaned almost as loudly as I had and taking my hand I shoved it over his mouth. Apparently Mark got the same thrill out of it as it pushed him completely over the edge. With that adorable little whimper he always made just before he came, Mark's eyes rolled back in his head and he let loose with a tremendous spurt of cum ,oh god how this nasty girl loved it when her little brother came inside of her! As Mark continued to pump me, each thrust sending another shot of cum into my already overflowing pussy I found myself thinking it's a good thing I couldn't have children. 




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 10



With a final twitch of his hips Mark groaned and rolled over onto his back panting as hard as I was. As the two of us lied there sweating and panting covered in each other's cum. I thought Oh Megan you are a dirty little slut letting your little brother take you in your own bed.

"Oh goddamn little brother!" I gasped. "Where did that come from?"

"I was a little worked up from the tournament I guess." He got out in between deep breaths.

"Yeah? When's you're next one? I'm taking the night off."

Mark laughed and we laid there quietly for a couple of minutes before I sat up and slipped my nightshirt back on and lied down on my side. Mark made a sound of protest, but got up and slipped his shorts on neither of us had wanted to make the effort to get dressed but god forbid my parents ever caught us in bed at least if we were dressed there was a chance to explain it. Mark lied down next to me ,and wrapping his arm around my waist nuzzled his face into my hair and kissed my neck.

"Damn Mark I'll tell you even though I said no that was just what I needed."

"That's what I'm here for." Mark replied sounding as exhausted as I felt.

I closed my eyes and sighed contentedly.

"Yeah? you always going to take good care of your big sister?"

"I'll always be here for whatever you need sis, always."

I exhaled loudly as I slumped back into the bed my heart racing. Biting down on my lip so I wouldn't get as loud as I usually did, I had whimpered, as thrusting my hips into my fingers, my index finger dancing across my clit I came hard to that final image of Mark above me, his eyes rolled back, cheeks glistening form his sister's pussy and pumping shot after shot of hot cum inside of me. Lying there spent I had finished recalling how as usual despite the nastiness of the sex my little brother always ended up holding me tight.

I pulled my nightshirt back down and reaching over shut the lamp off to try to sleep. This proved a fruitless venture as my mind continued to spin, between replaying last night with Mark and the barrage of memories being in this room brought back I couldn't settle down. After awhile I reached over and turned the lamp back on.

What the hell was I going to do? Even with not getting much rest last night I was way too wired to sleep, and needed to find something to try to keep my mind occupied. There was no tv in the room, and I had packed quickly not thinking to grab a couple of books from Mark's office. I did have my I-pod but that would still just let my mind drift. Then remembering that mom had said something about books she had found I decided to go take a look in the closet.

I found an old cardboard box on the floor and putting it on the desk began digging through it. There were some old paperbacks and a couple of text books, nothing interesting really, but I continued to take the books out to see everything and then near the very bottom I found it.

"Oh my god." I whispered, as I removed the black leather journal from the box.

The Taboo diary as Mark had always called it, that I had kept off and on for close to ten years. The book was written entirely in Latin and chronicled in detail many of our forbidden sexual exploits. Even Mark had written a few of the earlier entries. I had thought I had lost this when Tommy had broken off our engagement and I moved back here for awhile just before going to Chicago.

Had the folks or anyone else ever read this at any point there would have been hell to pay, but Mark and I figured the Latin was more trouble than anyone would go through and in the end it was a sick thrill to have the thing exist in the first place. All other thoughts forgotten, and with my hands trembling in excitement I brought the book over to the bed and opened it to the first page. I had drawn the circle of the Baphomet complete with all of Levay's symbols, but inside instead of the figure of the goat words written in a mixture of our blood;

Mark and Megan; separated by life Reunited in sin.

I propped up a pillow on the bed and leaned back beginning to flip through some of the entries. The first few I had copied out of my real diary and were about my first thoughts of wanting Mark. I laughed at one entry which described me watching Mark pumping weights in the basement and running upstairs to masturbate to the thought of him pumping me. There was a month worth of these until the last one which ended with me writing that the folks were going away and tonight was the night. It was dated July 9th 1984.

Incredible that we had just been reliving this last night. "Fate" I heard my brothers voice clearly in my head. Mark never believed anything happened that wasn't supposed to the exact way it was supposed to. This book contained a decade of our relationship from the fun to the not so fun as I know I had written many things about my addiction in there. As I looked towards the back of the journal the last group of pages were separated by a piece of paper and a ribbon. Without looking I know I had written the words "Darkest Days" on there.

I knew some of what was written in there but also knew there were things my mind had mercifully blocked out. I would never open those pages. I almost put the book down at that point, but then thought about the fun stuff that was in there, not only that but it was not a coincidence that I found this. I was meant to read it. I started thumbing through again going past our first weekend together, and a few other simple entries of sneaking into each other's beds. I stopped at the entry for our Christmas vacation which had been a fun trip with a scare at the end. Deciding to start there I read slowly at first as I shook the rust off my Latin and then gained speed as I began my journey back through the early years of my forbidden trysts with my little brother.



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 11



December 1984

Road Trip pt1; the night before.

Shit! I thought as I glanced at my watch and saw that it was ten fifteen. I was supposed to be home by Ten and at the pace I was driving I was still a good fifteen minutes from home. Well I would just have to be late then, the roads were icy but more importantly I was driving with a bit of a buzz and the last thing I needed would be to be pulled over and hauled in the day after Christmas and the night before we left for our Christmas visit to Dad's brother; my uncle Ray in North Carolina.

Because my father was a psycho and insisted on not only driving but doing the 16 hour drive in one day we had to be on the road by 4:30,am, he had told Mark and I to be home by ten. I held my breath as I took the corner onto Cranston Street and drove past a cop sitting in a parking lot. I glanced in the rear view and let the breath out as I saw he was still just sitting there. I was driving fine I told myself just a little nervous. I sighed it would be one thing if I could say getting in trouble for being late was worth it, but that wasn't the case. The night with Jack had started out perfectly but couldn't have ended much worse.

Jack was the bartender at Vinnie's; he was tall, blonde, blue eyed, and damn hot! all the girls that worked there and most women in general seemed to have a thing for him. On any given night there would be three or four girls hanging around at the bar all but throwing themselves at him. Jack was also thirty years old and from some of the stories I had heard had been in a bit of trouble in the past so as flattering as it was when he started hitting on me a couple of months ago I didn't exactly jump on in.

There was also my issues with men in general. Jack was a bit too aggressive for me and I could not see myself getting comfortable with him. Besides all I would need is for dad to find out and he'd be down there making a scene. Finally though after a couple of weeks, curiosity and the nasty girl inside got the best of me and I agreed to let him take me out. Jack was good our first date we had gone out right after work on a Saturday afternoon and he had brought me back to my car at Vinnie's we kissed but that was about it. Although I will admit that the long, lingering, tongue filled kiss that he had given me had left me driving home wet.

On the third date we went back to his place and had sex. As usual I left frustrated. Surprisingly for his reputation Jack had gone pretty slowly, and when he went down on me he took his time and I came pretty goddamn hard. I returned the favor not getting him off, but impressing him with my ability to deep throat him. He had made a remark about it, saying no other girl had done it that easily and I recalled thinking "whatever" I mean he was hung fairly well but my brother had to have a good three inches on him.

Of course once we got to the actual sex the old Megan kicked in. I started off okay but when he wanted me to rollover I hedged then felt stupid the rest of the time as we stayed in missionary. I tried to spend the night, but woke up a couple of hours later on edge and had to leave. An hour later I was curled up with my brother. We hadn't had sex, I wouldn't if I had been with someone else, but I had needed to feel close to someone to feel the way I should after having had sex.

After that I was surprised that Jack asked me out again. We had a couple of more so- so nights and I finally just told him I was nervous, that I had hang ups and left it at that. Jack had said it was a shame because I was pretty damn hot and he could tell I wanted to. Then flashing that lady killer smile he had said that all I really needed was to just relax, and he knew just what could help. I knew what he was talking about and told him it didn't seem right. Jack had rolled his eyes and said if drinking was that bad for you he wouldn't have a job, and besides isn't that why everyone drank; to relax?

The next Friday night I got off at eleven and sat at the bar to wait for Jack to get off a t Midnight, while sitting there I drank three "sodas" that Jack had added some Captain Morgan to. He hadn't made them strong but I have to say I felt pretty damn mellow by the last one. I had worked at Vinnie's for awhile so leaving my car overnight was no problem. We went back to Jack's and the sex was indeed better as it had been the several times since. I had also been spending the night as well. Whenever I felt that old anxiety lying there I would have a glass of wine while I was there and be able to sleep.

We weren't really a couple, I was pretty sure he was seeing other people and at this point we didn't go out, just back to his place. I was okay with that I really wasn't looking for a boyfriend just some company, and some sex that didn't come from my brother. At this point Mark and I were probably fucking a couple of times a week but always made it around Krissy or Jack we would never with each other on the same night. Although we did sleep in the same bed sometimes afterwards but that was just so we could sleep. I have to say that although the relaxed Megan was a much more fun Megan I still wasn't half the nasty girl I was with my brother.

Normally Jack and I only got together on the weekends but seeing I was going away for a few days he had arranged to get off at 8. I had the week off from RISD so I had worked earlier in the day and come back to hang out at the bar and "relax" for an hour or so before he got off. I was wearing a tight black dress with the knee high black leather boots Mark had bought me for Christmas-that of course I had modeled for him last night- and had curled my normally straight hair. When Jack came over to give me a "coke" he leaned over, gave me a kiss, and told me how fucking hot I looked. It wasn't exactly smooth but it still sounded good.

I have to say I was pretty flattered however, as even though the bar had quite a bit of business that last hour, Jack really did seem to have a hard time keeping his eyes off of me. I noticed the drinks were definitely stronger that they used to be, but I was also getting more used to the effects. As I sat there I certainly didn't mind watching him. Jack really was hot with a nice body and pretty decent cock to go with it. Oh tonight was going to be a good night I thought as I finished my third drink, I was not only feeling damn relaxed but I was even feeling a bit... nasty.

We went back to his place where with a smile he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small bottle of ginger brandy he had lifted from Vinnie's. He took a couple of swallows and handed it to me. I'd already had a few but why not? I'd be okay to drive in a couple of hours I took a long swallow then another enjoying the way the liquor burned down my throat and the warm feeling it gave me.

Speaking of warm feelings Jack didn't waste any time, within minutes he was kissing me while unzipping the back of my dress. I stepped back from him and gave him a playful push so he would sit back in the chair and standing in front of him slowly let the dress drop to the floor. I was wearing a matching black see thru bra and panty set I had bought a couple of days ago and decided to leave the boots on. 

"Goddamn you look sexy tonight." Jack said his eyes wandering up and down my body. 

"Yeah you like?" I asked, putting my head down and batting my eyes at him.

"I love it."

"What about my sexy new boots Jack; you like those?" He nodded smiling, and I added; 

"You want me to keep them on?"

"Oh yeah." Jack said all but licking his lips.

I walked over to stand directly in front of him and turning slowly bent over shoving my ass in his face, but pulling away before he could grab it.

"I love that bad ass tattoo of yours." He told me referring to my Baphomet tramp stamp.

"Oh is that all you love?" 

Turning back to him I put one knee up on the arm of the chair and reaching back removed my bra and let it fall.

"You don't love these?" I asked holding my tits up for him.

"Oh Megan I love those pretty little tits of yours." 

Jack was smiling broadly sensing how playful I was and probably thinking "about time". Well we'll see if he thought that in a few minutes because this nasty girl had a bit of a game in mind for good old Jack.

"That's not nice," I pouted. "Calling them little." 

I leaned onto the chair and shoved my left tit in his face.

"I think you should say you're sorry Jack."

"Aw come here." Jack said and eagerly sucked my nipple into his mouth.

As he did his right hand dropped between my legs and he expertly slid his fingers into my panties and right into my wet pussy.

"MMM I'll let it slide I guess." I told him pumping my hips into his fingers. Jack switched to my right nipple, his fingers still working my pussy as he did I reached down and unbuttoned his shirt taking a minute to rub my hands across his strong chest and flat hard stomach. As I did I waited for him to add his thumb to my clit but he didn't. I pulled away a bit reluctantly after all his fingers did feel pretty good, but they were just a tease as Jack himself had been lately. Jack made a sound of protest as I moved away but that quickly changed as I dropped to my knees between his legs and unsnapped his jeans.

"Ohhh you are feeling good tonight aren't you baby?" 

"Oh trust me you'll know how good I feel soon enough honey." I answered with a wink.

I smiled up at him as I reached in and pulled his hard thick cock from his underwear and squeezing it tight gave it a couple of long slow pumps. I flicked my tongue across the tip getting him to moan and twitch his hips. Jack really did have a nice cock probably the biggest I'd seen next to my almost freakishly endowed brother. I licked his shaft up and down a couple of times then paused with my mouth right at the tip.

"Oh come on Megan don't tease me." 

Not yet I won't I thought. With no further hesitation I opened my mouth and in one quick motion took him down all the way until I could feel my lower lip touching his balls. For someone so super cool Jack moaned as loud as a teenager. The moaning kept up as I went to work on his cock with a purpose bobbing my head up and down in a quick steady rhythm all the while pumping my hand along his shaft. Oh this nasty girl had a purpose all right. After being very attentive the first few nights the last couple of times Jack had not even gotten me off. He teased and played for awhile then fucked me and that was it. Last time I had asked him to keep playing with me and he claimed he was too tired and I should get going.

This time would be different. I hadn't really been thinking of it earlier but after the second drink it occurred to me that if my own brother had to follow the rule that I always cum first then why shouldn't Jack? After only another minute of me sucking on him with a vengeance I felt Jack's thighs start to tremble and he moaned out;

"Oh yeah baby, damn you can suck cock."

A romantic Jack was not but I would be lying if hearing him say that didn't get me going. Jack would certainly know that I could suck as I had given him an eye rolling blow job each of the last couple of times we'd played and gotten nothing for it. Well not nothing Jack was a decent fuck, but without cumming it was like a sundae without whipped cream. Jack let out another loud moan and started gasping out;

"Oh yeah baby! Just like that just like.... Hey!" He exclaimed as stopping suddenly I removed his cock from my mouth.

"Hey babe I was close." 

I smiled up at him and said;

"I think tonight I get to cum first Jack."

"What?" He asked looking at me as if I were nuts.

"That's right Jack you haven't been very good to me the last couple of times after I was very good to you so I think tonight I get mine in advance."

With that I stood up and turning started to walk away.

"Hey where are you going?"

"To lie on your bed so you can come be good to me." 

I stopped at the coffee table and picking up the bottle took another swallow then turning walked into his bedroom. I was still wearing the lace panties and I was giving my hips a little extra swing not to mention I'm sure the high heeled boots were doing great things for my legs. Without turning to see if he was following I went into his bedroom and after putting the bottle down on the nightstand lied down on my back. Jack was in the room before my head had settled on the pillow. I slipped my panties off and slowly spread my legs open.

"Come on Jack, come take care of my pretty little pussy with that nice soft tongue of yours." 

I pouted and even though he was bit put off Jack had to smile at that. Pausing to strip Jack crawled up the bed and lying between my legs spread my pussy open and started flicking his tongue across my clit.

"Ohhhh yeah that is sooo nice." I told him.

My plan worked pretty damn well as Jack proceeded to do a hell of a job on my pussy. I really thought he would have rushed through but maybe he was trying to prove a point as he really was taking his time getting me close then backing off. After the third time he had me right there he stopped and started to slide up as if he were going to start fucking me, even leaning over to grab a condom from the nightstand. I put my foot up on his chest and held him there.

"Where you going baby? " I asked. "I didn't cum yet."

Jack all but rolled his eyes answering;

"I'll go back I just really want to fuck you right now."

I pushed with my foot.

"You can fuck my hot little pussy after I cum baby. That way it'll be even hotter and wetter for that nice big cock."

That got him. I had never talked like that before. Jack smiled;

"Well when you put it like that I..."

"And you know what else Jack? Forget that damn rubber I just want to feel you."

Screw it. I mean it's not like I could get pregnant, and those things were such a mood killer. Not needing to be told twice Jack went back to my pussy and this time it was him going to town like it was a race. Sliding a finger inside he rapidly swirled his tongue in tight little circles over my swollen clit. As he did I started playing with my nipples. Jack looked up and his eyes widened as he watched me.

"Yeah you like that show Jack?" 

"Oh yeah." Jack breathed into my pussy.

After another minute of his furious licking, I felt myself getting ready. In the past I had held back a little not feeling completely at ease tonight however I was feeling damn fine and when I came squeezed my thighs around his head letting out a long loud squeal that I'm sure his neighbors heard. 

"Oh that was nice!" I breathed out.

"Now let's see how wet that got you." 

At that Jack slid up between my legs and plunged his cock deep inside of my now sopping wet pussy.

"Oh damn!" I moaned out as he began giving it to me with nice long hard thrusts.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and reaching up grabbed him around the neck pulling him down into a long deep kiss. I couldn't believe how good this felt! I was totally relaxed and enjoying every minute of it! I had even played him and gotten exactly what I wanted, no not gotten, taken what I wanted. Jack broke the kiss and smiled down at me as he continued to pound my tight little pussy

"That's it baby," He told me in between panting. "Now we're having fun no?"

"Lean back on your knees and we'll have more." I told him. 

Oh yeah, this was the night the nasty girl came out with someone other than her little brother. Jack leaned back as I asked and taking my legs from around his waist I placed one on each shoulder, seeing the leather boots up behind his head was a hell of a turn on, but nothing compared to how fucking good it felt when I angled my hips up and he drove his hard cock even deeper into my pussy than he had before.

"Oh damn Jack!" I exclaimed as he wrapped his hands around my thighs and pulled me up even higher.

"Yeah Megan you like that?" 

"Oh fuck yeah!"

I was lying there getting it hard and fast and loving every minute of it! Just as it should be and then Jack uttered those words that never failed to set me off;

"If you think this is good baby then you need to roll over." 

With that Jack slipped his cock out and sat back on his knees waiting expectantly. As soon as he had said it my euphoric high slipped away and I felt that all too familiar tightening in my stomach. I gave him what I hoped was a sexy smile and rubbing the heel of my boot along his chest said;

"Come on baby that felt really fucking good just keep giving it to me like that."

"It'll feel even better the other way, come on Megan get on your knees for me."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, my rush suddenly turning into a headache. Jack reached down and grabbing my thigh gave a little push to try to guide me over. As he spoke I swore I could hear an older harsher voice in my head

"Let's go baby, roll over for me." Jack implored me. I said roll over you little bitch! 

"No." I said opening my eyes and shaking my head.

This time Jack did roll his eyes;

"Oh for Christ sakes Megan I thought you wanted to have fun tonight!"

I sat up pulling away from him.

"I sucked your cock and I'm naked except for a pair of boots sorry if I'm not enough fun for you Jack." 

Here we go I thought another night shot. Jack looked at me for a moment, surprisingly his cock was still hard, and he gave me a little smile.

"Hey Megan you're a hell of a lay really I just want to try it that way that's all."

"Well I don't really feel too good about it." I told him and started to get off the bed ready to concede the night, another casualty of my fucked up past.

Jack reached out and put his hand on my shoulder, and when I stopped slid over and putting his arm around me kissed my cheek, his face smelled like my pussy.

"Hey Megan look we been together a few times, you know I'm not going to hurt you I just want to have a good time with you."

"Yeah?" I asked relieved that he didn't seem angry.

Jack moved my hair and kissed my neck as he did he slid his hand up and started playing with my left nipple causing my breath to catch. Everything had felt so good I didn't want it to stop.

"Yeah baby, just relax and let me try, it'll feel damn good and you know it."

I wanted to I really did. Taking a deep breath and feeling like a pathetic little kid I looked at him and whispered;

"You'll go easy? You promise?"

Jack's answer his- perfectly smooth answer- I would realize later was to gently turn my face up to his and give me a soft sweet kiss.

"As easy as you want me to be." He then flashed that killer smile. "I mean hell Megan I just want to see that fantastic ass of yours up in the air, I mean it's perfect and you know it."

I laughed a little nervously;

"Yeah you like my ass?"

"I do I...hold on" 

Jack paused then leaning over grabbed the bottle of brandy and handed it to me. I took it and after hesitating briefly thought fuck it I needed to get past this somehow. I took several long swallows and would have kept going but Jack took the bottle from me.

"Whoa their baby I want you to actually remember this, besides you need to get home tonight."

I nodded closing my eyes for a moment as my head spun. When I opened them I felt calmer, where that uptight feeling had been was now just a warm one. Looking down I saw Jack wasn't fully hard anymore. Which gave me an idea;

"Awww," I cooed. "Somebody's not happy to see me anymore I should fix that."

I bent my head to Jack's lap and sucking his semi hard cock into my mouth started blowing him as hard and fast as I had earlier.

"Ohhh goddamn," Jack moaned as he began running his hands through my hair.

"hmmm mmm" I encouraged sucking faster trying to get him close. The closer he got the less he would be able to fuck me, maybe I could even get him off...




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 11



"Whoa," Jack said, as if reading my mind, he placed his hands gently on each side of my face to stop me and eased himself from my mouth.

"Got to save some for that pussy no?" He asked.

Jack got onto his knees on the bed, and after taking another deep breath I rolled over onto my stomach curling my knees under me and pushing my ass into the air.

"Jesus that is one hell of an ass Megan."

Jack came up behind me and true to his word eased himself in slowly.

"Ohhh," I groaned softly. That did feel pretty damn good.

"See baby? Nothing to worry about."

As he spoke Jack began fucking me, not to hard but not exactly slow either. I moaned with each thrust as with my ass up he was going pretty deep as I lied there letting him fuck me I realized that not only was it feeling pretty good but so far I was doing pretty good myself I relaxed more and told him;

"Go ahead give it to me harder."

"There you go baby!" 

With that Jack started fucking me harder and faster. I not only started moaning louder but started moving my hips back and forth against his thrusts. Jack moaned in appreciation and started slamming me harder. Oh yes! The nasty girl was finally doing it getting it on her knees and loving it just like the dirty little slut she loved to be! If all it took was a few drinks to get this then I'd start bringing my own damn bottle.

"Yeah you like fucking that pussy Jack?"

"Damn straight!" Jack laughed loving hearing me talk like that.

"Yeah you like that hot ass of mine up in the air?"

"Love it baby! I love it!"

"Then take it!" I told him. "Just go ahead and fuck me just..."

Jack grabbed my hips.Hard

I gasped and started to pull away. Thinking I was just moving with him, Jack squeezed my hips harder and pulled me back into him. "Oh no," I moaned but softly;

"Oh yeah baby your loving that aren't you?"

Jack was holding me still by the hips and fucking me even harder. I started breathing faster and not from being turned on, it's okay I told myself he's just fucking me were having fun. It was no good I was getting nervous, no more than that I was getting scared.

"Jack..." I started then squealed as he reared back and really hammered me. "Ohhh!" I gasped.

"Oh god you feel fucking good!" He exclaimed.

I couldn't stop now, I wouldn't let myself. In my mind that voice was resurfacing again. Just lay still and take it!

"Oh god," I moaned.

Completely caught up and taking it as an expression of pleasure Jack said;

"That's right Megan tell me how much you love it." Go ahead, no one's home and I love it when you scream!

"Grab my shoulders!" I gasped out.

Jack slid his hands to just under my shoulder blades, but it still wasn't helping. The head board had wooden slats, reaching out I wrapped my hands around them squeezing hard. Between moving my hands and Jack pushing on my back my face went down into the pillow and I left it there so he couldn't hear me whimpering as he fucked me. Oh god get it over with I thought. I turned my face and moaned out as sexy as I could;

"Oh Jack give it to me baby! Just give it to me!"

Jack picked up the pace and was now totally fucking the shit out of me. It should have felt fantastic; I should have been stroking my clit and trying to cum. Instead I was sweating with my arms trembling and my hands white knuckled around the headboard.

"Oh damn... Oh goddamn!" Jack was gasping and moaning as he was getting close.

After another moment Jack started to slow down a little trying to put it off.

"No baby!" I cried out. "Please just give it to me!"

"Yeah?" Jack asked caught up in the game, "You want it?"

"Oh god yeah! Oh cum for me Jack!" Oh please just cum!

After another minute that seemed like an eternity Jack gasped and at the last minute pulled his cock out and shot a hot load of cum all over my back directly onto my tattoo from the feel of it.

"Oh fuck..." He gasped. "Oh my god Megan that was fucking great."

I released the headboard, and collapsed face down into the bed panting. I'm sure Jack thought it was from the hard fucking. I was lying here having just gotten the shit fucked out of me covered in cum and instead of feeling like that nasty girl I felt like a scared little kid who needed to go home. Jack had sat back on the bed for a moment catching his breath then I felt him move and a moment later I felt him wiping my back off with something.

"Yeah now tell me that wasn't worth it?" 

"Yeah that was something." I managed something we wouldn't be doing again.

As Jack finished wiping me off, I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees and was going to get off the bed but Jack was still kneeling behind me. Before I could say anything he rubbed his still fairly hard cock on the cheek of my ass.

"Shit that ass looks good Megan." 

He started whacking his prick against the other side of my ass.

"I have to get going Jack."

"Aw come one Megan I want to go again." 

Jack slid his cock along my wet pussy.

"No time Jack, next time I can... hey!" I exclaimed as he tried to work it into my pussy.

I went to sit up just as Jack pushed with his cock again, the tip of it sliding right up to...

"NO!!!" I cried out as I felt his cock at my ass.

I sat up instantly, and as my brother had taught me slammed my elbow backwards. I felt it connect solidly. Jack grunted and fell back away from me.

"Jesus Christ Megan! I..."

"Nothing goes there, ever!!!" 

I screamed at him turning around quickly to face him where he was crouched at the foot of the bed holding his ribs.

"Hey Megan easy." 

Jack leaned forward to try to put his arm on me. Drawing my leg back I pointed my heeled boot directly at his face ready to kick out at him.

"Don't touch me!" 

Unlike Greg, Jack was smart enough to back off. He hopped off the bed and putting both of his hands up said;

"Hey calm down Megan! I'm not going to hurt you." He shook his head. "Christ talk about not being able to handle your booze."

I got off the bed and not bothering to even look for my panties walked past him to head out to the parlor and get dressed. I grabbed my dress off the floor and slipping it on over my head went to get my purse. Jack had come into the room; he had taken a minute to pull his jeans on and looked at me.

"Hey Megan you gonna be okay?"

"I'm fine I..." 

I started feeling like an idiot. My face was flushed and I didn't feel good. I thought about calling Mark to pick me up but there would be no way to explain to dad why my car would be here. Besides I was upset and Mark already didn't like me seeing Jack something bad would happen. I looked at Jack and shrugged helplessly.

"I'll be fine I just... I told you I don't like that."

Jack shook his head.

"You liked it just fine Megan I think you're just kind of fucked up. You shouldn't have chugged that bottle like that."

"You're the one that gave it to me remember?"

"Yeah well I thought you could handle it." He shrugged. "My fault I guess."

"No it's..." I started, ready to tell him it was me but then he finished;

"That's what I get for messing with damaged goods."

I had left at that, getting in my car and driving around the corner where I pulled over for a few minutes and cried in frustration and humiliation. I looked up to see a pay phone and realizing that my head was spinning thought again about calling Mark. The phone would wake the folks and there would end up being hell to pay. I rolled the window down letting the cold air blow in my face and pulled away hoping I would make it home without getting pulled over.

I made it home at 10:25, not bad considering. As I pulled in next to my father's Volvo wagon, the one that he had already made us pack so we wouldn't have to in the morning, my first thoughts were to sneak upstairs and slip into Mark's bed. Just curl up with my brother's arms around me and let him make everything better like he always did. That thought quickly faded however as approaching the house I looked up and saw the candle in Mark's window; his signal to me that Krissy was with him.

With a sigh I let myself in and used the bathroom downstairs. I was taking a chance waking dad but didn't want to use the bathroom with Mark's girlfriend in there with him. Not that he would care. The doorknob was missing on his door to the bathroom and he had told me it would turn him on if he knew I was watching, but sweet little Krissy would feel funny if she heard me in there. I had really wanted to take a shower, try to wash the night away, but even that idea was shot now. I did take a minute to splash some cold water on my face, between the adrenalin rush with Jack and the cold air on the ride home my head was pretty much clear.

I removed my boots and crept up the stairs thinking about what a bullshit double standard this was. Under no circumstances was I allowed to have a guy over, not that I hadn't of course- but dad knew Mark had Krissy over sometimes and said it was okay as long as he didn't see her coming or going and of course he better keep it down because after all his sister was in the next bedroom. Wonder what dad would have to say if he knew that most of the time it was me that my little brother had squealing in his bedroom?

I walked quietly down the hallway and paused in front of Mark's door. I could smell Krissy's obsession perfume and could hear her talking quietly; she must have just gotten there. With one last longing look at Mark's door I went into my room where I quickly stripped off my black dress. I was completely naked underneath having left my bra as well as my panties at Jack's. Great, now he had souvenirs, hopefully he wouldn't say anything stupid at work. 

I slipped on a black Sabbath t-shirt that belonged to my brother, and sat on the edge of the bed staring at the bathroom door. Although I was upset that I couldn't go in my brother's room, I was happy for Mark that Krissy was there. The two of them had broken up for a couple of weeks in the beginning of December. It had been Mark's fault; he had been getting increasingly cocky lately and had acted like an ass at the last karate tournament. Talking trash, showboating in the ring and going out of his way to embarrass his opponent before hitting him so hard he knocked the kid out, literally, they had needed the salts. Mark had then added to that by flirting with several girls who had been waiting outside for him and right in front of Krissy. Last year Mark had bought Krissy a beautiful emerald ring which she had thrown at him and stormed away in tears.

I had thought Mark would have moved on and gone on the tear that I knew was inevitable, fucking every girl in sight. Instead my brother had spent the next two weeks staring at the ring and moping even turning me down a couple of times before slinking over to Krissy's house and risking her father who hated him and apologizing. Krissy had taken him back and I had been glad. Christmas was a tough time for my brother. His few early ones with our waste of a mother were days like any other we never got anything that I could remember anyways and then Mark spent the next ten in foster homes or group homes.

Mark never said much about it but last year he had broken my heart by telling me that he had never received a gift that had said mom or dad. My parents were as good to him as they were to me but they were Doug and Denise to him. He had however told me that the last couple of years had been much better because he got to be with his sister. Hell I thought this year he had even gotten to fuck her. Still I know the day was tough for him. I could say I had parents he never would be able to. So at least Krissy was here not to mention the fact I was happy she came back because he had spent a ridiculous amount of money on a white gold bracelet for her.

I stared again at the bathroom door thinking of Mark with Krissy, no I told myself I couldn't. A minute later however, I found myself getting up and quietly entering the bathroom. I made my way over to the door on Mark's side and looked down. The doorknob had broken one day and Mark had pulled it out but never bothered to replace it, after all he could care less if his big sister wanted to come in and out of his room. When Krissy was over he would simply throw the small bolt on his side to keep it from opening.

Feeling dirty even by my standards but unable to help myself I knelt on the floor. The hole where the door knob had been was a couple of inches around and Mark's bed was directly across from it. Because he had the room lit by candles and the bathroom was dark I would be invisible even if they had stared directly at the door. There was no chance of that happening however as Mark and Krissy were pretty intent on each other at the moment.

Krissy must have just gotten there. Mark was shirtless wearing just a pair of the karate uniform pants he always slept in, but Krissy was still fully dressed wearing a red sweater and a knee length black skirt. The only thing off so far were her heels which I saw lying next to the bed. They were standing at the foot of the bed, their arms around each other kissing. Mark's hands were around her waist and as I watched he grabbed the bottom of her sweater and lifted it up. Krissy broke the kiss and stepping back put her arms up for him to pull it over her head.

Krissy's long light sandy brown hair cascaded down her bare shoulders and back. She was wearing a sexy red lace bra that looked as if it were straining to contain her more than full tits. Mark started kissing her neck and Krissy lolled her head to the side letting him get at it better. Krissy's hands roamed their way across my brother's muscular shoulders and arms, her long red nails tracing their way down to his forearms then went up to run through his thick black hair.

Mark left her neck and bending his head started kissing her chest down to her bra, then as Krissy giggled Mark dropped to his knees, and as he kissed her soft stomach reached around and slid her skirt down to the floor to expose the matching red panties underneath. Krissy stepped back out of the skirt and as she did reached back and unhooking her bra let it drop. Now of course I had never seen Krissy topless and although I could tell she was well endowed so to speak I couldn't believe how large her tits really were, and firm as despite their size they were standing just about straight up.

As Mark stayed on his knees Krissy said something to him and turned, showing off the back of the panties which were transparent, before she could move Mark grabbed her hips and kissed both of her ass cheeks. Then standing trailed his tongue up along the small of her back and as he stood reached around grabbing her tits. I felt my heartbeat pick up and my breath quicken as Krissy leaned back into my brother and as he played with her nipples and kissed her neck began grinding her ass into his obviously hard cock.

Now I always refer Krissy as either "cute little" or sweet little" and honestly it is because she is extremely sweet and probably the best thing that ever happened to Mark-besides his big sister of course- I've also been friends with her older sister Lisa since I came to live with mom and dad. I guess because of that I always saw her as cute. Well as I stared through my peephole like the nasty girl I was and took in Krissy's all but naked body; cute was definitely off the table.

Krissy was tall, and up until a few months ago had been quite curvy even a little on the chubby side, but had certainly slimmed down, she still had curves but they were in all the right places. Krissy's family had gone to Bermuda for a week as an early family Christmas present and she had gotten one hell of a tan and judging from where the tan lines were, had not been wearing much of a bikini. Krissy's long dark legs were well shaped and she had put blonde high lights in her hair which the sun down there had brought out even more. 

Yes little Krissy had become quite the woman, and her body looked damn good up against my brother's who although just eighteen was already one hell of a man. Mark's left hand left Krissy's tit and slid down into her panties, the groan she let out caused my pussy to begin to heat up. Although I had no interest in women I have to say watching Krissy's surprisingly hot body bump and grind on my brother had me going. Mark was obviously working his fingers quickly down there as Krissy started bucking her hips harder and her breath was coming in short little gasps.

Krissy grabbed my brothers forearm, her red nails digging in as she squeezed, her other hand dropped down behind her and started rubbing Mark's cock through his pants. My brother was sucking on her neck as he continued to work both her nipple and her clit. Krissy's legs looked like they were starting to buckle and she let out a long shuddering moan that sent my hand down between my legs to dip into my already slick pussy. As I started rubbing my swollen clit Krissy's moan took on a higher pitch and her legs did start to go, laughing Mark caught her around the waist with the hand that had been on her tit and held her up against him.

Mark pulled his hand from her panties and wrapped both of his arms around her waist. Krissy turned her head to face him and they kissed. Krissy pulled her lips away and whispered something to my brother who smiled and whispered what I heard as;

"Bad girl."

Krissy smiled at him then pulling away from his embrace turned and sitting on the edge of Mark's bed made a come here gesture. His face lighting up in anticipation; Mark stepped up to her. Reaching out Krissy slipped his pants down causing my brothers huge prick to spring free. My fingers sped up as I watched Krissy wrap her hand around Mark's cock and stroke it several times then with a sexy little smile leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth.

Oh yes Krissy was being a bad girl I thought as I watched her slowly work her mouth up and down my brothers cock. Krissy reached around with her hands and grabbed Mark's ass squeezing it as she continued bobbing her head. I began breathing through my mouth as I stared transfixed by the sight of Krissy's lips descending repeatedly on my brother's long hard shaft.

Mark's hands were in Krissy's hair gently holding her head as she slowly blew him. Too slowly I thought as I watched. I knew my brother and could tell that it was taking everything he had not to hold Krissy's head still and fuck her mouth. I knew he wouldn't though. Mark would never fuck his sweet girlfriends face after all wasn't that what his nasty big sister was for? Mark whispered something to her, and Krissy removed his cock from her mouth and looking up at him smiled. Mark started to step back but before he did Krissy playfully flicked her tongue across just the tip of his cock. The surprised moan my brother let out covered up the one I let slip as seeing her do that had sent my fingers plunging into my overheated slit.

Krissy stood up and walked away from Mark around the bed. For a moment I panicked thinking she was headed for the bathroom, but she continued around standing in front of the side of the bed. Mark came around and reached for her, but Krissy pushed his hands away and letting out an adorable little laugh pointed down at the floor. Oh little Krissy had grown up I thought as I watched my brother drop down to his knees in front of her and grabbing her red panties slid them down her legs to the floor. 

Looking down at Mark Krissy sat back on the bed and leaning back on her hands brought one long leg up and put her foot on the bed and lifting the other one draped it over Mark's shoulder. With her legs spread open like that I saw Krissy's pussy spread open before me. She had a patch of light brown hair at the top but the rest was smooth and so wet I could see it glistening in the candle light. Mark quickly blocked the view as he moved himself directly between her legs and from the sound of Krissy's sexy little sigh went right to work with that amazing tongue of his.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 11



I was close to cumming but slowed myself down as I watched Krissy pant and moan while Mark sucked on that sopping wet pussy of hers. I was totally turned on by the position she was in, her head was thrown back and her huge tits were heaving. The faster she breathed the faster my fingers went I was turning it into a game trying to cum at the same time she did. Oh Megan I thought you are a nasty fucking whore watching your little brother suck his girlfriend off.

Leaning her weight on one arm Krissy brought her hand around and started running her nails through Mark's hair. My gaze shifted from Krissy's heaving tits to my brother's unbelievably sexy back; the huge goats head in the middle of his tattoo seemed to looking right at me. Krissy then completely surprised me by dropping her other arm so she was on her back and bringing her other leg off the bed wrapped it around his head with her other leg, her ankles crossing behind his neck pulling his face into her pussy.

"Ohhhh you dirty little girl." I whispered softly who'd have thought Krissy could be a wild ride?

"Oh yeah Mark." Krissy moaned out loudly. "Oh please just like that oh don't stop please don't stop"

That sent my fingers into high speed as I could hear the orgasm approaching in Krissy's voice.

"Ohhh, ohhh yes Mark! Yes Yessss!" 

Krissy's hand tightened in my brothers hair and I saw her hips push up as that last yes turned into a long loud moan of ecstasy. I bit down on my lip stifling my own squeal as crouched down on one knee on the bathroom floor I pumped my pussy into my fingers while my other hand pinched my swollen clit sending me over the edge with Krissy. I put my head down panting and trying catch my breath, I stayed like that thinking I had gotten off and it was time to go, but then again there was no way I could miss the rest of the show.

I peered back through the hole to see Krissy had turned lengthwise on the bed and was stretching like a satisfied cat arching her tits in the air and watching with a smile on her face as my brother who was at the foot of the bed crawled up between her legs his massive cock pointing down ready to stuff Krissy's tight little box. Lucky little bitch I thought. When Mark was completely over Krissy he lowered himself into her and Krissy closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. Mark slid his arms down underneath Krissy's shoulders so he was lying on top of her and began slowly pumping himself in and out of her. Krissy wrapped her arms around his neck as she did the white gold bracelet he had bought her gleamed in the candle light it was the only thing she was wearing.

Mark bent his head to hers and their lips met and stayed, one long kiss turning into another as my brother using just his hips continued using those long slow strokes. Mark slid his mouth from hers and started kissing her neck. Krissy let her head roll back and I felt myself working up again as I saw the look of absolute pleasure on her face. Krissy's eyes were closed, and she was letting out a little moan each time Mark thrust himself into her. Krissy wrapped her long tanned legs around my brother's and the two of them lied there completely entangled their bodies moving in perfect rhythm.

I kept waiting for them to move, to change positions, for Krissy to either get on top or better yet for my brother to put Krissy on her knees and watch the look on her face as he pounded her from behind. I then realized that they weren't going to. Both of them seemed quite content to stay this way. Mark pushed himself up on his arms so he was looking down at Krissy, and I found myself focused on the look on his face. My brother was staring down at Krissy with the softest sweetest look I had ever seen on his face, a look of love?

I had always mocked my brother for staying with just Krissy-well it's not like he was just with her, he was getting it pretty often from his big sister as well- I told him he was holding himself back that he could be taking any girl he wanted anyway he wanted. God knew there were enough that threw themselves at him. Now as I watched the two of them stare into each other's eyes I realized that I was... jealous yes that was the word. I wasn't jealous that Mark was with Krissy, what got me was that my little brother who in all honesty was probably more broken than I was, somehow was capable of feeling this way ,and I couldn't even spend a night with someone without a problem. No longer horny I watched a little sadly, as Mark made love to his girlfriend. Hell he treated me like a whore, then again that's what I always wanted him to do it's what the nasty girl wanted at least from my brother, but wouldn't it be nice to have this with someone?

Mark started pumping faster and harder and Krissy's moans became louder and started to sound more like whimpers, because of his length I knew first hand Marks cock could rub against my clit as he fucked in that position and apparently he was hitting Krissy's pretty well, because as I watched her head went further back and she started to moan louder as her third orgasm in less than a half hour approached. Mark dipped his head back down and kissed her hard catching her squeals in his mouth as Krissy's hips bucked harder and her legs straightened against his.

Mark's arms tensed up and he pumped Krissy even harder. He broke the kiss and moaned himself. Krissy reached up and pulled him down to her again Mark's face was buried into her neck when his entire body went rigid and he came deep inside of Krissy who had wrapped her legs around my brothers waist drawing him in even deeper as he came. They lied there spent for a moment Krissy playing with Mark's hair. My brother leaned up and looking up at him Krissy whispered;

"I love you Mark I love you with all my heart." My brother smiled sweetly at her with that almost sickening look in his eyes and said;

"I love you too." He kissed her then added softly; "Merry Christmas beautiful."

As Mark leaned down to kiss her again, I stood up and left the bathroom. Somehow I felt dirtier hearing them tell each other I love you then I did watching them fucking. With a pang of loneliness I sat on my bed and picking up the ratty Scooby doo that mom had bought me when I was ten hugged it close to me. I felt like a sad little girl; I'd had a bad night and all I wanted was my little brother who was in the arms of his loving girlfriend.

Speaking of, that made me feel worse. I was well aware that although Mark and I loved being together it was wrong. Well not from my end as Mark was the only guy who made me feel wanted. Seeing Mark with Krissy however made me realize he had a chance. My brother could be normal, have a nice girlfriend, a great career, and leave all of his baggage behind him. That would never happen however if we kept it up, as much as he cared for Krissy he would never choose her over his big sister.

If I was a better person, a selfless one who only cared about what was doing the right thing for her brother I would stop sleeping with him. I would tell him it was just kind of a phase and we needed to call it quits, go with Krissy and be happy. That's what a good person would do and my brother deserved to be happy. I wasn't that person and I knew it. I needed my brother. Tonight was a perfect example from the first hint of nervousness at Jack's all I could think of was Mark and how bad I needed to be with him.

It wouldn't always be like this I'm sure but for now I had to keep Mark with me, to be his favorite, the one he needed the most. Mark and I were both beautiful, there would be others for both of us, plenty of them but right now we needed each other. I leaned back up against my wall hugging Scooby and waited to hear Krissy leave. We had to get up at 4am so Mark couldn't let her stay long. I looked over at the clock and saw it was eleven thirty there wouldn't be much sleep tonight. I closed my eyes and put my head down into the stuffed animal pretty much feeling bad for myself.

The next time I looked up it was midnight. Had I not heard Krissy leave? I got up and going into the bathroom bent over to look into Mark's room. Krissy was still there, the two of them lying propped up on the pillows, Krissy's head was on Mark's chest and she did not seem to be leaving anytime soon. I stood up and now found myself getting angry, hell I couldn't even have anybody here at all my brother could have a fucking sleepover. Enough was enough; I needed my brother. Keeping my eye to the hole I reached up and knocked, getting a kick out of watching Krissy jump, sitting straight up she pulled the blanket up to her tits and stared at the bedroom door.

"It's just my sister." Mark told her.

As I saw Mark get up and slip his pants on I stood up. Mark opened the door and stared at me. He did not look happy.

"What Meg?" he asked.

"I need to talk to you." I said then before he could answer poked my head into the room.

"Hi Krissy!" I said with a big smile and wave.

As usual Krissy blushed pulling the covers tighter around her.

"Hi Megan." She answered softly with a nervous little wave.

"Don't feel funny hon," I told her. "You guys are old enough; by the way I love your hair."

"Yeah that's great sis, let's go." Mark told me and grabbing my arm pulled me into the bathroom with him and shut the door.

"Hi little brother!" I said and before he could answer kissed him quickly on the lips.

"You taste like your girlfriend." I told him smiling.

"And you taste like booze." Mark replied wiping the smile off my face.

"Yeah well I was you know..."

"With Jack yeah I know, so does everyone at Vinnie's just hope Doug doesn't ever know."

"Yeah okay well..."

"What is it Megan? I mean why would you knock like that?"

I looked at Mark, I had been ready to tell him I needed to be with him, but now between that crack he had made and the fact he seemed pissed I felt like a jerk.

"Sorry Mark I was just wondering when she was leaving."

"Why?"

"Well we need to get up early so you know she can't stay and..."

"Krissy will leave when she leaves Megan okay? It's not your problem."

"I..." I put my head down. "I just had a bad night that's all."

Mark rolled his eyes at me.

"Of course you did, because Jack's an asshole, he's too old for you and he's slipping you booze so he can slip you something else."

"Thanks dad!" I snapped at him.

"Hey Megan it's your choice." He shrugged. "But just because Jack the stud flopped again doesn't mean you need to cut my night short."

I stared hard at him.

"Sorry little brother, I just didn't want to see you get in trouble is all. You do what you want."

"I will." Mark replied calmly then leaning over he made a show of sniffing my face.

"And speaking of trouble if you want to stay out of it, brush your damn teeth you smell like that shit."

Mark then smirked as he finished;

"And the booze." 

With that the turned and walked out of the bathroom closing the door in my face. I stood there feeling my cheeks flush at first with anger then embarrassment. Mark was right I looked like a cheap whore going with Jack and other people did know about it. I had just wanted to have fun and Jack was hot and the night really hadn't been his fault it had been me and...

Damaged goods.

I went back to my bed and threw myself on it. Picking up Scooby again and curling into a ball facing the wall I started crying. I had to keep it down. I didn't want Mark to hear or my parents who finally after years of it had let me stop counseling a few months ago because I told them I was fine. Yeah I was fine alright sobbing into a stuffed animal because I couldn't lay down with my brother. Never mind the fact I had come within seconds of kicking Jack's eye out. I was just fucking peachy.

I must have cried myself to sleep as I jumped awake at the sound of Mark's voice saying my name from next to me. I sat up quickly my heart pounding.

"Easy sis." Mark whispered putting his hands out.

Mark knew better than to try to touch me when I woke up like this. He knew because he was the same way. My brother had accidently given my father a hell of a swollen jaw when he had tried to shake him out of a nightmare once. I caught my breath and taking a second to let my heart stop pounding said;

"Hey little brother."

"You okay Meg?"

I nodded.

"Yeah I guess I'm sorry about..."

Mark waved his hand to stop me.

"No sis I'm sorry. I was a prick you said you had a bad night and I blew you off and said some stupid shit. I'm sorry." 

He leaned over and kissing my cheek put his arm around me.

"So you okay sis really?"

I smiled and leaning into him put my head on his shoulder.

"I am now little brother."

Mark laughed softly.

"What?"

"You look cute cuddled up with old Scoob here."

"Don't make fun." I told him even though I was smiling.

"So what happened Meg?" Mark asked sounding serious now. "Jack didn't hurt you did he?"

"No nothing like that it was the usual I guess."

I spent a few minutes giving Mark the gist of what had happened including the last thing Jack had said.

"Fuck him." Mark snapped. "I'll turn him into damaged goods."

"Easy little brother. You said it yourself my dumb ass went there in the first place. Anyway it was just really frustrating and embarrassing."

I paused and turning my head kissed his neck. 

"I'm sorry I barged in on you and Krissy though I shouldn't have done that."

"Yeah well maybe not but I shouldn't have snapped at you." 

Mark sighed.

"It's just... well we had broken up and then they went on the trip and I could only see her for a little while on Christmas eve and that was at her house in front of her father. So tonight was kind of important I'm... you know trying to make things right."

"Seemed like you did a pretty good job." I told him.

"I guess," Mark started then said. "How do you know?"

Shit! I thought.

"I... well I mean she was naked in your bed Mark that's a pretty good sign."

Mark pulled away from me and looked at me. I wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Megan were you spying on us? I know you came home right after she came over."

"I... well..." I could feel myself blushing then looked up at him and whispered;

"Yeah I did, the whole thing. Sorry,"

Mark looked at me and at first I thought he was pissed then he grinned and asked;

"Did it get you hot?"

"Damn straight it did." I smirked at him. "Tell you what Mark little Krissy ain't so little anymore and she's a naughty little thing isn't she?"

"I've been working on it." He said then sighed.

"Megan I really am sorry that I was mean to you. You needed me and I was an ass."

Once again he put his arm around me and kissed the top of my head.

"That's okay Mark you're here now. Maybe you can sleep in here with me? I really want to be close to you."

Mark moved my hair and kissed my cheek, then my neck.

"Yeah? You want to be close sis?"

"mmmm" I moaned as while he continued to kiss my neck his hand slid under my shirt to my left nipple giving it a squeeze.

"Yeah? You want your little brother to make things better Meg?"

"I..."

Mark cut me short by turning my face up to his and kissing me his hand sliding up through my hair as his other continued to play with my tit. Oh yes! I thought this was just what I needed! This... I paused as I realized I could faintly smell Krissy on Mark's face. Not that it was necessarily a turn off, but it reminded me of something.

"Hey." I said pushing Mark back a little.

"What's the matter?"

"Well you know Mark we were both just with somebody else and you know we said we would never on the same night if we did... what?" I asked noticing Mark smirking.

"Well sis. It's after Midnight now which technically means it's another day." 

With that he started sliding his hand down from my tit ran it down across my stomach towards my pussy. I laughed at that.

"You will make a good lawyer someday!" I paused to moan as his hand found my pussy and started to stroke it.

"But still Mark I mean you know it's kind of you know?" 

I shrugged not knowing how to say it, but we'd both just had others and ... Mark grinned again and standing extended his hand.

"I know what you're saying sis. Come with me."

I took my brothers hand and let him lead me into the bathroom where he turned on the shower. I laughed delightedly as he stripped his pants off then grabbing my nightshirt tugged it up. I raised my arms letting him take it off of me. Then after checking the water Mark held the curtain open while I stepped in then got in behind me. I let my hair get wet then moved to let the water hit him. I turned to face him and we kissed under the warm water our arms around each other's waists.

Mark grabbed my shoulders and turning me around so my back was to him, reached down and grabbing the body wash I kept in there put some in his hands and began slowly soaping up my body. Mark took his time massaging it into my back then reaching around rubbed his hands across my stomach and my tits before dropping to his knees and starting at my feet worked his way up to my ass. I spread my legs apart and groaned as Mark gently washed my pussy his thumb paying extra attention to my clit. 

The soap made everything slippery and it was such a tease but it felt amazing. Mark stood up and taking the shampoo proceeded to take his time lathering my hair by running his fingers through it repeatedly.

"Ohh that is sooo nice Mark." I told him.

I had never been pampered like this before. This was even better than the back rubs he had given me before. Mark gently turned me to face him so my back was to the water and reaching behind my head just as slowly rinsed my hair. As he did so I took the soap from the shelf and started to rub it into his shoulders and chest. My hands trailed down his amazingly hard stomach and of course down to his even harder cock.

Using both hands on his huge prick I lathered it up stroking it up and down. I felt his hips twitch and he groaned;

"Oh damn sis that feels good."

"Yeah little brother?" You like you're dirty sister getting you clean?"

"Oh yeah." He moaned.

Mark finished with my hair and we switched as I did his. I continued to stroke his cock with one hand while running my fingers through his hair with the other. Mark was groaning and his hips were starting to twitch. I didn't want him cumming yet so I stopped and used both hands to finish his hair. I moved to rinse it and stepping back held his cock while I used the water to rinse the soap off. I looked up at Mark and smiled at him, oh this was so what I needed!

Mark took my face in his hands and kissed me. Trust me we had kissed plenty but this one seemed different. Usually we kissed quickly and passionately, but would let our lips wander elsewhere. This kiss was different. Mark held my lips with his own sliding them gently back and forth across mine his tongue flicking out playfully here and there to catch my own. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his slid around my waist and we held each other tightly under the wonderfully steamy water.

We broke the kiss and I found myself staring into my brothers gorgeous golden green eyes, he smiled at me and I thought not for the first time that Mark really was beautiful. His hands slid up from my waist and started teasing my nipples with his fingers. I gently pushed his hands away and with a wink slid down to my knees and with no hesitation took that rock hard cock into my mouth. All the way down the length of his shaft until my lips touched the base. Mark let out a sound like a whimper as holding it there I shook my head slowly back and forth my tongue swirling around his shaft the entire time.

I pulled his cock out with a loud slurping sound then looking up at him swirled my tongue around his tip just as Krissy had done. My little brother wasn't doing to bad for himself getting his cock sucked by two hot girls within a couple of hours. I quickly sucked his wet cock back into my mouth and started bobbing my head steadily up and down using my hand as well jerking him off as I blew him. Mark moaned again and gasped out;




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 11



"Easy sis I can't..."

I stopped and looked up at him.

"Don't worry about it little brother your nasty big sister wants to suck you off in the shower so you just enjoy."

"Oh damn." Mark whispered then moaned again as I resumed my rapid sucking of his cock.

It didn't matter that Mark had already cum with Krissy and that I was going to get him off now. My little brother would still be able to fuck his needy big sister in a little while. Christ one night a few weeks ago when the folks went away we had done it five times. I started taking Mark deeper and as I jerked his cock made a twisting motion with my wrist. Mark's thighs were beginning to tremble as he reached down and started to run his hands through my wet hair. Remembering watching him with Krissy, I stopped and looking up said.

"Go ahead Mark; I'm not your girlfriend. Go ahead and fuck my mouth, just grab my hair and give it to me!"

Mark pushed his cock down my throat and started slowly fucking my face. I put my hands on his hips to stop him and once again looked up at him.

"I said fuck my face Mark. Don't hold back; fuck your nasty sister's mouth until you cum down her fucking throat!"

That was all he needed. Mark grabbed two handfuls of my hair and started slamming his cock in and out of my mouth, hard and deep, I tilted my head back to take him even deeper and as I did I thought;

Look at yourself you dirty little whore! On your knees twice in the same night. Sucking two different cocks and the second one wasn't just any cock was it? Oh no this cock was my little brothers cock, my favorite cock. My pussy was so hot I could feel it throbbing oh I needed to cum again, that's okay my brother would take good care of my needy little pussy as soon as his big sister finished blowing him in the shower.

Mark let out a gasp and after several more hard pumps exploded into my waiting mouth. The first spurt of cum came when he was pulling his cock back and there was so much of it he pushed some of it out of the sides of my mouth as he shoved it back in. Mark kept pumping and cumming I moaned around his amazing cock at the sensation of that hot thick cum sliding down my throat, oh yeah you nasty fucking girl! Mark finished pumping and I slid his cock out of his mouth and got a priceless little whimper out of him as I sucked hard on just the tip and got another couple of drops as a reward.

"Oh Megan." He sighed leaning against the wall panting.

"That's right little brother," I told him as I wiped the cum from my lips. "You never forget who takes the best care of that big dick of yours."

I stood up and shut the water off. Mark stepped past me and out of the shower. Grabbing a towel he held it out for me. Laughing I stepped into it and stood there thoroughly enjoying it as he wrapped it around me and gently patted me dry. After quickly drying himself off, Mark put his arm around my shoulders, and reaching down surprised me by sweeping his arm behind my knees picking me up off the floor. I laughed like a little girl as Mark carried me back into my bedroom and placed me on the bed.

Mark went to get up on the bed with me but laughing I sat up and as Krissy had done pointed at the floor. Mark rolled his eyes and I laughed again.

"Okay little brother just take care of me up here."

I laid back and putting one foot up against the wall next to my bed opened my other leg wide and reaching down spread my pussy in eager anticipation of my brothers tongue. Mark went at my pussy the way I had devoured his cock. Sliding up between my legs he immediately plunged two fingers into my steaming pussy while his lips locked around my clit and started sucking it in and out of his mouth. Oh damn that felt good! Each time Mark sucked my clit into his mouth his tongue would tease across it making me twitch and moan.

"Oh that's right Mark suck that pussy," I looked at him and couldn't resist. "So whose pussy tastes better little brother?"

Mark looked up and smiled stopping his sucking long enough to look me in the eye and whisper;

"Why my big sisters pussy of course." He gave another lick and added; "My favorite pussy."

"Oh good answer! Now go ahead Mark I don't want to be teased, get your big sister off in your face so you can fuck the shit out of her!"

I let out a squeal as Mark removed his fingers and plunged his tongue into my hot little pussy. As he did he pinched my clit between his fingers and rolled it between his finger tips.

"Oh yes!" I groaned out trying to keep it down.

Mark switched off again, fingers sliding in and out and his tongue tracing hard circles over my sensitive clit. Mark sped everything up and I was right on the edge. Just then Mark slid his other hand up and slid a finger into my ass, the same spot that Jack had almost lost an eye over. I turned my head and squealed into my pillow. My hips left the bed and my thighs trapped Mark's face between them as I arched my back while wave after wave of pleasure raced through my body. I finished twitching and dropped my legs from around brother's head, or tried to.

Sliding up Mark grabbed my left ankle and using my leg as a handle pulled it around turning me onto my side. My right leg between his, Mark slid up into me, my left leg straight up against his chest.

"Oh Fuck!" I cried out. 

Then grabbing my pillow bit into it as at that angle Mark began slamming his massive cock deep inside of me. Oh my fucking god he was going deep. We had never tried this one before. As Mark fucked the shit out of me I could feel his balls sliding along my leg. Mark looked down at me and smiled;

"Scissors." He said.

I let go of the pillow and laughed in between moans.

"Okay porn star." I told him.

Mark slammed me like that a few more times it felt great but I knew what I really wanted. 

"Let me get on my knees." 

Mark never had to be told twice. Grabbing my ankle again Mark simply turned me the rest of the way over onto my stomach. I pushed my ass up into the air and squealed into the pillow again as Mark buried his cock so deep inside I could feel his balls hit me.

"Oh god yes!" I moaned.

Mark started slamming me even harder than he had before. He had cum twice so there was no way this would be quick. As I lied there loving every second of it Mark continued to give it to me with long hard steady thrusts. I groaned and whimpered with every one of them. This is how it should be I thought the nasty girl getting hers nice and hard and fast!

Mark grabbed my hips, hard.

"Oh yes!" I told him. "Oh yes give it to me little brother give your sister what no one else can!"

That's right no fear, no inhibitions just on my knees getting fucked by the one man I knew would never hurt me. I reached down between my legs and started stroking my clit going for my fourth orgasm of the night. Mark switched his hands to my back and going into a push up position started shoving me into the bed forcing me to bounce back up into his hard thrusts. 

"Oh fuck yeah little brother!" 

Mark was pounding me harder than he ever had, and I could feel my orgasm racing through. It had better be quick as Mark gasped and then let out that tiny little whimper that he always made when he was going to cum really hard. The two of us came together. I had just bit down into the pillow and straightened my legs when I felt the first hot spurt of my brothers cum enter my overheated pussy. Our hips ground together as we both groaned and our bodies finished convulsing.

Mark let his weight go lying on my back. I smiled as I felt his heart pounding against my back and heard his breathing in my ear. Mark rolled over onto his back next to me panting. I rolled over as well so my head was resting on his chest.

"Oh little brother how I needed that!" I told him.

"That's what I'm here for." He said still trying to catch his breath.

"Yeah you here to fuck the shit out of me?"

"Well yeah, but that's not all I'm here for." "Really?" 

Mark nodded, then with a groan slid out of the bed.

"Where you going?" I asked.

Mark didn't answer. He went over to my bedroom door and checked to make sure it was locked then went into the bathroom he came out with his pants on and my nightshirt in his hand. No matter how tired we were or how good lying there felt we could never forget. Not that the folks ever just walked in but you never knew and at least with clothes on we'd have some type of excuse. I sat up and slipped the shirt on.

"Now," Mark began. "I'll show you what else I'm here for; roll over on your side sis."

I lied down on my side facing the door and Mark slid behind me his back against the wall. I felt something soft press against my arm.

"Now here," Mark said. "You hold Scooby."

I laughed and taking Scooby tucked him into my chest like I used to when I was little. Mark then slid his arm under my neck so I was nestled into him and put his other arm around my waist.

"And I hold you. Isn't that how it works?"

I didn't answer right away. I was overwhelmed by the emotion of how good this felt. How it was exactly what I needed. Mark might fuck me like a nasty girl but when he held me it was the sweetest thing I ever felt. No, I thought I couldn't let this go not yet, not for awhile not until I could be this way with someone else.

"Meg you okay?"

"Yeah Mark I'm fine." I whispered.

"That you are." He laughed then kissed me sweetly on the back of the neck.

"Do that again." I told him.

Mark did and I sighed contentedly.

"Mark?"

"Yeah sis?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For this, for everything,." I paused. "For wanting me even though I'm damaged goods."

"Well hey sis if you are then so am I."

Mark paused then added quietly.

"Were like two pieces of a broken vase. On our own were a mess but put us together and were okay."

Where that had come from I don't know but it did make sense. I nestled myself back into Mark even closer and whispered;

"Then we'll just have to stay together then."

"Always sis, always."

"Promise?"

"Promise, now go to sleep we get up in three hours."

He kissed my neck again and started our ritual;

"Sweet dreams my sister."

I smiled as once again my brother had made everything okay.

"Good night my beautiful little brother."



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 12



I opened my eyes slowly and winced at the throbbing in my head which I'm sure had something to do with the brandy from last night. The fact that according to the annoying red numbers on my alarm clock it was 3:45 in the morning didn't help either especially since Mark and I hadn't gone to sleep until one am. I sighed, well it's not like I hadn't functioned on less sleep, then again I thought most days didn't involve an impending sixteen hour drive to North Carolina. The only good thing was that according to dad's "schedule" I wasn't due to take the wheel until early afternoon so maybe I could nap in the back seat, just stretch my feet across Mark's lap and nod off.

Speaking of my little brother I looked over at him and smiled. I was lying on my side and Mark was on his back with his head turned towards me. Mark was still asleep and I enjoyed watching him. My brother usually has a serious expression on his face accompanied by an intense stare that gives him the appearance of always being pissed. Asleep however, with his features completely relaxed my brother really was beautiful. Not for the first time I was struck by how much we resembled each other. The same thick jet black hair, high cheek bones, and perfectly even features, even our eyes, although different colors were equally intriguing. My own that were so light blue they were all but transparent, and Mark's bizarre shade of greenish gold that changed colors. 

My lips were much fuller of course and unlike my ivory skin tone, Mark was darker with a hint of an olive complexion. Our parents were both Irish and I guess some of the Celtics had a bit of color to them while the rest were fair. Reaching out I gently ran my fingers through his hair along his temple. Mark made that adorable little noise he always did in his sleep and nuzzled his face into the pillow. My smile widened; who'd have thought my bad ass little brother could be so damn cute sometimes? I repeated the motion and as Mark cooed again this time I frowned. I had pushed harder with my fingers and I could feel the outline of the long scar under my brother's hair just below his temple.

When he was fifteen Mark's foster father at the time; an animal named Max had been doing cocaine on a silver platter. Mark had come into the room and as usual Max had hit him, when Mark fell he hit the plate spilling the coke. Enraged Max then took the plate and smashed it into my brother's head. Mark had suffered a fractured skull and had to have a metal plate inserted in his head, he had been in a coma for three days before finally waking up with miraculously no permanent damage. Not that the Doctor's had been able to determine that right away as it would be over two weeks before Mark would say so much as a single word. This was traced back to the fact that the police who had investigated the case had found out that my brother as well as another foster child who lived there were beaten for speaking in Max's presence. 

It was little wonder Mark had nightmares and difficulty sleeping. It was those dreams however as well as my own that led us to start sleeping together in the first place. It was rare that either of us would have a nightmare if we were in bed together. In the six months that we had been having sex it had not happened at all. So to me as wrong as most people would say our relationship was, how could it be that bad if we felt so good together? Speaking of feeling good together, as much as I looked forward to seeing my uncle Ray for the first time in two years it meant that for the next three to four days Mark and I wouldn't be able to even sleep together let alone fuck, so maybe a little good morning quickie was in order.

Leaning forward I kissed Mark on the lips. His eyes opened slowly and he smiled at me.

"Morning little brother." I whispered and kissed him again.

"You look adorable like that." He said.

"Like what?"

"You and scoob." 

I realized that I was still holding the stuffed Scooby Doo doll from last night. Mark reached out and touched it.

"You look like a cute little kid."

"Oh yeah?" I took his hand and removing it from the doll placed it on my tit.

"Still just cute?" I asked.

"Hell no." Mark replied as he began toying with my nipple through my t-shirt.

I reached down under the covers and grabbed his cock which told me that Mark was more than ready to get some of his big sisters pussy.

"How about I lose scoob, you lose your pants and you fuck the shit out of me?"

I tossed the doll off the bed and sitting up stripped off my t-shirt. Mark slipped his pants off and as I rolled over onto my back started sucking on my left tit his hand going down and his fingers finding my wet pussy.

"Oh, that's nice little brother but just fuck me! We don't have much time and..."

As if right on cue the two of us jumped at the sound of dad knocking loudly on Mark's bedroom door.

"Hey Mark! You up and moving?"

"Shit!" Mark exclaimed as he all but through himself out of my bed. 

Grabbing his pants he covered the distance between my bed and the bathroom in three long steps. As soon as he entered he yelled;

"I'm in the bathroom!"

"Alright!" Dad called out. "Were leaving in a half hour, so stay out of the mirror!"

Mark ignored that. My dad was constantly riding him about being a "pretty boy". My heart still pounding I jumped out of bed quickly and tossing my shirt back on unlocked my bedroom door. I had no sooner taken my hand off the knob when dad knocked on my door.

"You up honey?"

I opened the door.

"How could I not be?"

Dad grinned and shrugged.

"Yeah guess that was a little loud." 

"Just a little." I said then gave him a big hug.

"I'm looking forward to seeing uncle." 

"Me too and your cousins are dying to meet lover boy in there."

Uncle Ray had two kids Jake and Malorie who were 21 and 19. Spending a few years with no family I had always gotten quite a kick out of them referring to me as their cousin and not only had I been Uncle Ray's niece since day one but a week after I was officially adopted he became my godfather.

"Not so sure he's looking forward to it though," Dad continued. "He kept trying to get out of the trip."

"Well you know he's still a little shy sometimes dad."

"Oh please hon, he wanted the house to himself so Krissy could move in for the week."

"Probably, but speaking of moving." I told him.

Dad laughed and went back downstairs. I put the light on to get dressed. It was going to be a long trip in the car, but I wanted to look good for my uncle so I chose a red blouse and matching skirt that mom had bought me for Christmas. I put on a pair of short heels, it was winter but I would be in the car most of the day so it wouldn't be like I was walking around and I knew Mark would love me in this outfit, probably even get a hard on or two in the back seat. Speaking of I was pretty horny myself at the moment. I shouldn't have spent so much time looking at him, should have just woke him up with my tits in his face and fucked him.

It was Wednesday and the plan was to get to Uncle's by 7 tonight stay through Sunday, and leave first thing Monday morning, as mark and I didn't have classes and dad had taken some vacation days. Best case scenario my poor little pussy wouldn't be getting any attention that wasn't from my own fingers anyway until Sunday night. I thought about sitting on the bed and getting myself off now, take the edge off and maybe help me fall asleep in the car, but looking at the clock it would be a matter of minutes before dad would start yelling that we had to get moving. With a sigh I went over to the bureau where I brushed out my hair and put on a bit of makeup including Mark's favorite shade of red lipstick. Why I was out to tease my brother this morning I wasn't sure but I suppose if I had to be horny then it was only fair he saw what he was missing as well.

I heard dad start up the Volvo station wagon and grabbing my jacket went downstairs. Dad had just come in and mom was wandering around making sure everything was locked up. I gave her a kiss good morning and she gave me a forced smile. Mom did not get along with my aunt Karen at all and wasn't completely thrilled about the trip. I knew she was also a bit pissed because she hated long rides and had wanted to leave yesterday and do a night at a hotel on the way, but dad had insisted on driving. Too bad because as soon as I had heard hotel I had started thinking of all the fun I could have had with my little brother. Speaking of, Mark came down stairs dressed in black slacks and a charcoal gray dress shirt that Denise had bought him. Mark looked damn good dressed up; the shirt showing off his broad shoulders and the slacks his narrow waist.

Dad came back in and walking by Mark made a show of sniffing.

"Damn Mark you're going to stink up the car." He paused then asked; "Do you have gel in your hair?"

"Yeah why?" Mark asked as he grabbed the black leather jacket I had bought him for Christmas from the chair and put it on.

Dad shook his head.

"Only women put shit in their hair I'm starting to wonder about you Mark."

Before my brother could reply mom put her hand to his face and said;

"Leave him alone Doug, it's not his fault he's so good looking."

"Mama's boy." Dad muttered "Okay let's get going."

As I put my jacket on Mark walked past and pausing, leaned over and whispered in my ear;

"You look absolutely beautiful Meg."

With that he gave me a kiss on the cheek. For whatever reason that caught me a bit off guard and I felt myself blushing. I turned to him and gave him a hug.

"Oh how sweet!" Moms voice came from the doorway. "Look up you two."

Mom had the new camera dad had bought her. Staying as we were still hugging Mark and I turned to face her cheek to cheek and smiled.

"That's going to come out wonderful." Mom said. "Isn't it Doug?"

"Yeah," Dad said from just outside."I just can't tell who's prettier. Now let's get going."

We drove the first hour in silence. Dad had the oldies station on softly, mom was asleep and Mark was... well it was hard to tell where Mark was. His eyes were open but I really don't think he was anywhere to be found. My brother had spent years barely speaking and could vanish inside his own head for hours at a time. I was tired from lack of sleep but couldn't seem to drift off. I found myself thinking about Jack last night which got me a little down. Thoughts of Jack led to the rest of the night however and I found myself thinking of Mark and Krissy. I couldn't get the image of Krissy with her legs up on my brother's bed and his face buried between her thighs that look of ecstasy on her face. God I was horny. I also realized I was quite cold; maybe the skirt hadn't been such a good idea after all.

"Hey dad," I called out to the front seat. "You got the heat on?"

"I do, but if you're still cold hon, there's a blanket on top of the bags in the back."

I turned to look and found an old blue blanket that I grabbed and draped over my lap and legs. I looked over at Mark and started thinking about the way he had felt in the shower last night. How incredible his soapy hands had felt all over my body and how hard he had cum in my mouth. I was getting wet at this point and needed to get off in the worst way. To the point I found myself wondering if there was a way I could get my fingers in my panties. Probably not, damn pantyhose! I spent the next half hour desperately trying not to think anything dirty but as usual once on the subject of sex I just couldn't stop. I kept replaying last night in my head. 

"Hey guys," Dad said from the front. "Were coming up on a rest stop, I'm going to grab some coffee so if you want anything or gotta go now's the time."

We pulled into the rest stop. Mom stayed in the car fast asleep and Mark remained in his trance. I got out, more to stretch my legs, but figured it would be awhile before we stopped again so decided to try to use the bathroom. As I entered the stall I thought again how horny I was but masturbating in a public bathroom was a bit much even for me. However... No I thought I couldn't, it was too chancy and Mark might not... oh who was I kidding little brother went along with whatever his big sister wanted and it would be dark for at least another hour. Finally realizing that I was getting wet at just the thought of what I what I wanted to do. I decided to go for it.

Locking the stall door I quickly kicked off my shoes, stripped off my pantyhose and sliding off my black panties rolled them up and tucked them into the waistband of my skirt under my blouse. I put the pantyhose back on and just before pulling them up all the way poked a hole in them with my fingernails and ripped the crotch open. After pulling them up I couldn't resist slipping my fingers inside of my all but dripping pussy. On the way out I gave my clit a little rub with my thumb that sent a shudder through me. Oh this was going to good.

I got back to the car just as dad did and getting into the back seat placed the blanket back over my lap again. Mark glanced over at me and I flashed him a huge smile, his eyes narrowed suspiciously then he shrugged and pulled out a hand held video game that played nothing but word games. Sometimes Mark was such a geek, but that was okay I'd be giving him something else to be playing within a few minutes. I waited until dad got back on highway and became absorbed in driving; mom was still asleep or maybe just pretending to be because she was a little pissed off at dad. I turned to Mark and loud enough for dad to hear asked;

"Hey Mark?"

"What?"

"I can't get comfortable can I put my legs across your lap?"

Mark rolled his eyes;

"I suppose."

"Thanks little brother!" 

I put my back up against the door and swung my legs across the seat and into his lap. I slid down a little so that I knew Mark could reach when the time came. Mark grunted;

"Ow Meg, take your damn heels off."

I smiled as I heard dad laugh softly from up front and of course was more than happy to slide my heels off. I knew full well Mark couldn't resist the feel of my feet in pantyhose and sure enough after taking a minute to pull the blanket across his lap so my feet were covered his hands slid underneath and started massaging my feet. I sighed softly so he knew I was enjoying it not as much as he was however as I could already feel his hard on pressing against the back of my calf through his slacks. After a couple of minutes of letting myself relax and enjoy the foot rub I slid my panties out of my waist band and reaching under the covers pushed them against Marks arm.

Mark let go of one of my feet and grabbed the panties, as it dawned on him what he was holding he looked over at me his eyes wide. I smiled at him, and grabbing his arm pulled his hand along my leg sliding it under my skirt to reach my bare pussy. The look on his face as he turned towards me was priceless. I nodded at him and winked, Mark gestured towards the front seat where dad was driving and shook his head. I pouted and lifted my hips up off the seat causing my wet pussy to rub along his hand. I pouted and mouthed the word;

"Please?"

Mark hesitated; I could practically see the wheels spinning. Unlike me Mark thought things through,and worried more about getting caught. On the other hand as I rubbed my leg slowly back and forth I could feel how swollen his cock was. I watched as the struggle went on for a few more seconds then taking the fingers that I had shoved into my pussy I quickly stuck them under his nose. After only a few seconds I took them away enjoying the look of lust in my brother's face at just that little whiff of his sister's pussy. It was all over now, deliberately looking straight ahead so dad would see him in the rear view mirror if he looked, and Mark slowly slid two fingers inside of my hot little pussy.

I let out a low sigh then bit down on my lip as Mark added his thumb, moving it in slow circles over my extremely sensitive clit. Oh yeah, I thought as I closed my eyes this is soooo what I needed. Mark was working his fingers and thumb slowly, trying not to make the blanket move too obviously. I pulled my hands from underneath the covers and folded them in my lap so they were on top of his arm. Mark sped up his fingers, it felt incredible but was still a tease, I started sliding my hips back and forth as much as I dared helping to push his fingers in deeper. I let out a very soft whimper that I could tell by the way Mark glanced over he had heard.

I opened my mouth and started to breathe heavier, as Mark's slow movements were finally getting me close. I straightened my legs, my feet pushing against the door next to Mark, and I could feel my thighs starting to tremble. At that moment dad hit a bump that jolted the car causing Mark to drive his fingers deep into my pussy. I let out a startled yelp that to me at least definitely sounded like a moan of pleasure.

"What?" Dad said from the front.

Without missing a beat Mark said;

"Bless you."

"Um... thanks." 

I barely managed to get that out as Mark deciding to leave his fingers buried knuckle deep in my pussy finally started moving his thumb in faster circles while pressing down harder on my desperate clit. Once again my entire body tensed oh I was so fucking close! Mark looked over and our eyes met. Mark flashed an evil smirk and removed one of his fingers. I gave him a helpless look trying to beg with my eyes. Mark put his finger to his mouth in a "shhh" gesture then with a wink shoved his finger into my ass. I instantly brought my hand up to my mouth and turned my face into the top of the back seat. Turning slightly towards me, Mark put his other hand back under the blanket and slipped a finger inside of my pussy and started pumping both of them, the blanket was moving but I didn't care. Neither did Mark who was staring directly at me. Getting a second finger on my clit he gave it a pinch as his fingers once again drove deep inside of both of my tight little holes.

I came hard, very hard. As my hips bucked as much as I could let them, I literally bit into the upholstery of the back seat trying desperately not to let out the squeal of pleasure that was dying to get out of me. Mark kept moving his fingers driving me crazy to the point where I punched his arms through the blanket to stop. I ground my hips into his fingers one final time and felt my body go limp. I let out a long shuddering sigh into the back seat and then let my head back against the door and tried to catch my breath.

I looked over at Mark who after pushing my panties back into my hand under the covers flashed that smug smirk of his at me. Although it had gotten me over the edge shoving his finger in my ass had been a dirty trick, if I had slipped and made more noise we would have had to stop. I returned Mark's smile however as another nasty little thought came to me. Let's see how little brother could handle it. Mark had removed his hands from under the blanket and had picked up his stupid game again. I rubbed my leg across his crotch and felt his cock was still hard. Mark looked over and shaking his head whispered;

"Don't tease."

No worries there I did not plan on teasing, on the contrary I was going to return the favor. I swung my legs down from his lap and sitting up on the seat slid over so I was sitting in the middle of the back seat my hip up against Mark's. Dad glanced into the rearview mirror.

"You're in the mirror hon."

"Sorry dad, I can't sleep so I figured I'd play this thing with Mark." I paused "Should I move?"

"Nah," Dad shrugged there's no one else really on the road right now anyway."

"There's a reason for that." Mom said drowsily from the passenger seat.

I glanced down and watched Mark play the stupid crossword game for a minute then sliding my hand under the covers started stroking his cock through his pants. Mark was still hard he looked over at me and was going to say something but stopped as my fingers found his zipper and pulled it down. Reaching into his pants I fumbled with his underwear but couldn't get his cock out with one hand, leaning over I whispered in his ear;




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 12



"Take it out."

Mark glanced nervously at the back of dads head, but when I squeezed his swollen cock through his underwear he swallowed hard and putting one hand under the covers unsnapped his pants and lifted his hips off the seat. Between the two of us we tugged his pants and underwear past his hips allowing his cock to spring free. Mark put his hand back in his lap and looked down pretending to pay attention to his game. I grabbed Mark's cock with my hand and squeezing hard gave it one good slow pump. Mark made a small sound in his throat and his hips twitched. I stroked again and when I reached the tip gave another squeeze then rubbed the top using the pre cum that had just oozed out to get my hand wet.

Using my now slick hand I started jerking Marks cock up and down, but like him I was going deliberately slow teasing him. Marks cock was so long that my hand was moving the blanket up and down quite a bit so he put one of his legs up placing his knee against the back seat to keep the blanket up. I had stopped as he moved and was ready to continue when I got an even better idea. Letting go of him I reached down to the seat and grabbing my panties wrapped them around his throbbing prick and started stroking. Mark made another sound in his throat and his eyes rolled a bit at how good the silk panties felt sliding up and down his raging hard on.

Mark was starting to breath heavier and his face was getting flushed. I looked straight ahead and continued to work him up and down. I started stroking quicker giving a little twist when I got to the top rubbing the silk across the head of his cock. Each time I did I was rewarded with a twitch and a sharp breath from Mark. I smiled to myself, my brother was extremely sensitive at the tip and I loved to make him jump. On that note the next time up I lingered, caressing just the tip through the panties. Mark grunted and grabbed my arm through the blanket. I smiled and returned to stroking but going harder than before. 

Mark sighed and putting his head down closed his eyes. His right leg was up against my left and I could feel it start to shake. I slowed up to tease him again. Teach him to mess with me! Besides I really was enjoying not only the feel of his thick cock throbbing in my hand, but the control I had over him, as he literally squirmed in his seat with every stroke completely at my mercy. I looked up and just as I did dad glanced in the rear view mirror. Our eyes met and he smiled giving me a wink like he used to when we would go on long drives when I was kid. With my hand full of my little brothers cock I returned both the smile and the wink. Oh you nasty girl!

On that note I started jerking faster and harder. Mark's leg was shaking more and his hips were moving. He made a small whimpering noise that made me pump him even faster. Mark's hand was squeezing the blanket so hard his knuckles were turning white. After a couple more hard strokes Mark twitched harder and I could feel the cum pumping from his cock. I started jerking just near the tip so that this cock emptied into my panties and didn't make a mess. I kept stroking as Mark's cock continued to spurt, what a waste I thought all that hot cum should have gone directly into my needy little pussy. I have to give him credit Mark had done a good job of staying quiet. I gave him a couple of more gentle strokes as letting out a long breath he put his head back against the seat. Turning his head he looked at me and gave me a tired smile. I returned the smile, and then with a wink I took my thumb and through the panties rubbed some of his cum across the incredibly sensitive head of his cock.

Mark jumped violently his leg kicking against the back seat.

"Hey!" Dad exclaimed from the front.

"Sorry." Mark choked out.

"What the hell are you doing back there?" Dad asked looking back in the mirror.

"Meg was tickling me." Mark replied lamely.

"For gods sakes Megan its 6.00 in the morning, and your mothers trying to sleep, stop fooling around with your brother."

I looked back at dad in the rearview mirror and with Marks cum dripping down my hand pouted and said;

"Sorry daddy!"

We arrived at my uncles at 8 only an hour behind schedule. Uncle Ray was thrilled to see us and I will say me especially! Uncle Ray was dad's older brother by three years and was big on family, he had been elated when they had decided to take me in as a foster child and even more thrilled when they had adopted me. At the time uncle had lived in Rhode Island and after my first few months living with mom and dad when I had overcome my fear of men enough, I spent every other weekend over his house with him my aunt and my two cousins whom I had grown pretty close to. Three years ago my uncles company relocated to Charlotte and he really had no choice but to go. They had come down for Christmas two years ago, but that had been the last time I had seen them. 

The first two days were wonderful. I hadn't realized how much I had missed Jake and Malory especially Mal who was kind of my best friend when I was a kid. My uncle and his family were very welcoming to my brother and surprisingly Mark did well with them, the fact my uncle had been an amateur boxer and had a full gym complete with a bag in the basement helped make Mark feel comfortable. Not as comfortable as my cousin Malory seemed to want to make him however. Malory spent the entire visit falling all over my brother even holding his hand when the four of us went to the mall together. I had joked with her telling her that Mark was her cousin at which point she smiled and said "not by blood!" I have to say if Mark didn't have Krissy I would have egged him on to fuck her. The thought of Malory's petite little body being shredded by my brother's massive cock was such a turn on I had masturbated to it as I lied in the twin bed next to hers while she slept. Malory had gotten so obvious her brother Jake started getting pissed but I told him Mark had a girl at home and not to worry.

The third day we were there didn't go nearly as well. Malory and I had gone out shopping-my uncle had given me an obscene amount of cash for Christmas- and had come back home to find out the guys were in the gym. When we went downstairs my father and uncle were watching Mark work the huge punching bag that was hanging from a chain in the middle of the basement. Mark was shirtless and covered in sweat; I glanced over at Mal and stifled a laugh as I swear she was soaking through her panties staring at my brother's body. I have to say as I went back to watching I wasn't far from it myself.

"Go ahead Mark," My father called out to him. "Show my brother what you really got."

I frowned at that. My brother had a lot of pent up anger inside and there were times that when I had watched him hit the bag that I really thought he was going to lose it. He had once told me that sometimes when he really went at it all he could see was Max's face. As I continued to watch Mark stepped back for a second to take a deep breath then stepping in delivered a right hook into the bag he wasn't wearing gloves and his fist slammed into the bag with a sharp cracking sound. My cousin Jake was holding it still from the other side and when the blow struck he rocked back a bit. Mark through an equally vicious left then another right. Each time he hit the back Mark grunted with the effort. I saw my father look at uncle and heard him say softly;

"Watch this."

"Let's go Mark," He yelled, "I thought you were a man, but you're hitting like a bitch!"

I saw the change come over Mark instantly, his eyes seemed to darken and his lips curled into a snarl. Stepping in again he through a left that hit the bag so hard, Jake; all 200 pounds of him staggered back. Mark drove his right into it then the left. For the next minute Mark delivered a series of punches that sounded like gunshots when they hit, every one of them driving my cousin back. I started to get nervous, Mark was snarling every time he hit the bag and his eyes were all but bugging out of his head. What the hell was my father doing? It wasn't healthy for my brother to get like this. I stepped forward and was going to say something when I distinctly heard my father- who I still don't think I knew was behind him say;

"Look at him Ray, that's what I'm talking about. You see it?"

I stopped to hear my uncle reply;

"I see it Doug but it doesn't mean anything."

"But it's there Ray. It's not natural"

Not liking the sound of that I walked past them to try to get Mark's attention. It was too late. Suddenly Mark, who had just been punching spun in a circle and bringing his left leg up drove a face level kick into the bag. The bag drove into Jake so hard he let it go and staggered back. Mark had continued the spin and this time came around with the right leg kicking just as high and hard the bag hit Jake and sent him to the mat.

"Alright Mark." Dad said.

Mark swung again with his right sending the bag flying. Then as it swung back at him stepped into and drove a left into it so hard a split appeared in the side of the bag.

"Holy shit!" Uncle Ray said.

Mark started swinging wildly at the bag. Jake jumped up and backed away and dad yelled something I didn't hear and Mark ignored. Walking quickly right up to him I yelled;

"Mark stop it now!"

Mark had just started throwing another wicked roundhouse but at the sound of my voice slowed his hand and simply stopped the bag when it came back to him. When he turned to face me I heard Malory whisper;

"Damn."

Mark was standing there panting, his muscular chest heaving, but it was his face that had everyone's attention; His eyes were wild and his mouth still curled into a snarl he looked crazy.

"Easy little brother." I said softly as I put my hand on his shoulder.

"Watch out Megan." Dad said. 

I turned to him as if he were crazy. My brother would never hurt me.

"I'm no one's bitch." Mark said to no one in particular and bending over to pick up his shirt started to walk away.

My uncle caught him by the arm and Mark spun around quickly.

"Don't touch me." He had said it softly, but Uncle Ray not only moved his hand but stepped back.

"Easy Mark," He said quietly putting his hands up in a calming gesture. "Were family here every things cool."

Mark looked at him for a moment then let out a deep breath and nodded. He looked as if He didn't trust himself to speak.

I came up and put my arm around my brother. I could feel him trembling.

"Well I'll tell you what," Uncle said coming over and putting his hand on my shoulder, "At least I know no one's ever going to mess with my gorgeous niece here." 

Uncle Ray was trying to make light of what was going on and I appreciated it but Mark was a mess right now saying with that soft intense tone of his;

"No one fucks with my sister. Ever."

With that he walked away passing Malory and Jake as if he didn't see them. As I followed I heard dad say;

"Case in point Ray."

I shot dad a dirty look as I stormed past him, he tried to catch my arm and say something but I kept walking. How dare he do that to my brother. I was furious at my father, it had been getting more and more obvious lately that he and Mark weren't getting along and I knew dad had never really wanted Mark to live with us, worried he was dangerous but that was bullshit he had deliberately whipped my brother up trying to show something to my uncle like Mark was a dog who could do tricks. I almost said something, but decided I didn't want to cause a scene or more of one in my uncle's house. 

Besides Mark needed me, I was the only one he would respond to when he got like this. Fortunately Malory and Jake stayed downstairs probably listening to my father and Uncle Ray talk about Mark. Mom and Aunt Karen had gone out to dinner so upstairs was deserted. I followed Mark through the house and up to the second floor where he went directly to Jake's room. Mark closed the door behind him and when I went up to it I was relieved to find that he had left it unlocked. When I entered and closed the door behind me I did hit the button on the knob to make sure we would be left alone.

Mark was standing next to the twin bed Uncle had put in there for him he was wiping his face off with his shirt and I could see his hands shaking. As I closed the door he turned quickly around dropping the shirt.

"It's just me." I said quietly as I walked up to him.

"You okay little brother?" 

Mark looked at me shaking his head.

"I don't know I just kind of..." He shrugged helplessly. "I'm not right, I mean I know no one's going to bother me but I just can't calm down."

"Come here Mark." 

I put my arms around him hugging him close to me, and as I did Mark put his head on my shoulder. We stood there like that for a couple of minutes during which I could feel his heart pounding and his arms trembling. I stroked his hair and told him that everything was fine, but he still seemed worked up as if his body couldn't shut down. As I continued to hold him it dawned on me what he really needed. For a moment I hesitated it was a crazy idea we could... I stopped myself Mark needed his big sister. Besides dad wanted to upset my brother? Well then only fitting that his "little girl" calms him down the only way she knows how. I pulled back a little and lifting Marks face from my shoulder kissed him.

At first Mark started to try to pull away but I held the back of his head and kissed him harder. Mark began kissing me back slowly at first then much harder with a sense of urgency behind it. As we kissed I reached down and unsnapping his jeans started to tug them down. Mark pulled back.

"Are you nuts Sis?" He asked. "You have to get out..."

I put my finger to his lips. Then leaning forward replaced it once again with my mouth. Keeping my left arm around his shoulders I reached down and shoved my other hand into his underwear. Mark groaned into my mouth as I started stroking his rapidly hardening cock.

"Hmmm mmmm." I encouraged him as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. Once again it seemed as if he were trying to resist but as my tongue played across his lips I felt Mark's will dissolve; as his mouth opened allowing my tongue to find his I could feel his arms tighten around my waist crushing me against him. My hand was still in his pants playing with his swollen cock and as I let my hand go further down and caress his balls he removed his mouth from mine and grabbing my hair pulled my head back and started covering my neck with hot desperate kisses.

"Yeah there you go little brother," I breathed, "You let your big sister make it all better."

Mark's hands dropped down and tugged at my sweater. I lifted my arms and as soon as he lifted the sweater over my head I pulled the cups of my bra down allowing my small but perfectly shaped tits to pop out. Tossing the sweater aside Mark immediately bent his head to my right tit sucking hard as his fingers found my left nipple. I let out a low moan my brothers tongue was swirling across my nipple felt incredible, but we didn't have a lot of time. Reluctantly I pulled my tit from his mouth Mark started to protest until I dropped down to my knees and yanking his jeans and underwear down eagerly took his cock into my mouth. Holding his hips I took him all the way down in one motion and after shaking my head back and forth as I swirled my tongue around the base of his shaft I started sucking him in and out rapidly. 

Mark reached down and grabbing handfuls of my hair started fucking my mouth. I thought about letting him cum like that, just shoot his hot fucking cum down my throat, but at this point I was pretty damn worked up myself and needed to feel my little brothers cock inside of my over heated pussy. Removing my mouth from his cock I stood up and after quickly pulling my jeans and panties down to my knees bent over the side of the bed.

"Go ahead little brother," I said softly looking at him over my shoulder. "Take what you need."

Mark didn't have to be told twice. Grabbing my hips he stepped forward and slammed his huge prick deep into his big sisters willing pussy. I gasped as he entered me. Mark and I had been fucking for six months now but he was so fucking big there were still times when it hurt. This was one of them as Mark still on the adrenalin rush from downstairs was plowing into me like he had never had it before. I winced as his fingers dug into my hips so hard I knew there would be bruises tomorrow. I let my head hang down, my hair in my face and tried not to yelp every time he drove himself into me.

"Yeah that's right Mark," I told him lifting my head up so I could look back at him again. "You go ahead and give it to me."

"I stopped and let out a squeal as my brother started hammering me even harder. Gasping between each word I continued;

"There you go little brother you give it to me. You take it all out on your big sister, that's what I'm here for you...Ohhh"

I couldn't speak anymore. Mark was fucking me so hard I had to grab the pillow and bite down on it so I wouldn't start squealing. The bed itself was starting to make noise as my brother continued to mercilessly pound his sister's tight little pussy. The thought of getting caught entered my mind and I'd be lying if in the heat of the moment that image didn't turn me on somehow. As my brother fucked the shit out of me I pictured my father telling Mark to show what he had, well my little brother was showing me what he had! All of it, every fucking inch of it! Dad was afraid Mark would hurt me? If he only knew how fucking good my little brother really was to me. My hand dipped down between my legs and I started rapidly stroking my clit. Mark was starting to moan and somehow started fucking me even faster.

"Oh yes, you fuck his little girl," I whispered. "You show him, we take what we want, we do what we want. You... ohh yesss!"

I started to cum hard and as soon as my pussy contracted around it, Mark's cock exploded sending several shots of cum deep up inside of me. I pumped my hips back into his and squeezed my tights together my greedy pussy milking every last drop of cum from my little brother's cock. I moaned deep in my throat as I continued to cum around his still spurting cock oh that felt so fucking good! Oh you nasty girl! With your little brother in your cousins bedroom! Mark let out a soft sound, a whimper of sorts as he slowly pulled his cock from my sore but satisfied pussy. I stood up and quickly pulled my pants up; turning to face him I smiled then embraced him.

"Is that better little Mark?" I asked in his ear. "Did your nasty big sister make it all okay?"

Mark nodded and as I started to pull away hugged me tightly to him. I returned the embrace softly stroking his hair. Ideally I would love nothing more than to lie down with him, hold him in my arms as he fell asleep, but we'd already been up here awhile and I knew my nosy cousin Malory would be up here any minute now. I smiled at the thought that she probably wouldn't mind comforting Mark either. Oh well sisters before cousins! Damn I really am a sick puppy I thought as I reluctantly pulled away from him.

"I gotta go little brother."

"I know." He said, and then gave me a tired smile. "I'm better now."

"Good, now go take a shower and I'll meet you downstairs."

I waited until Mark pulled his pants up then left Jake's room quickly closing the door behind me turned to head downstairs. Malory was standing there several feet away.

"Is Mark okay?" She asked.

"Yeah he's better he just gets worked up sometimes."

"I'll say." Malory said. "Well are you sure he's okay? I was going to offer to talk to him if he you know needed it."

Oh I'll bet you were. I thought but instead walked over and putting my arm around my cousin turned her back towards the stairs and said;




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 12



"No worries my cousin. All Mark needed was a little time with his big sister."

I found myself hoping that the incident in the basement would blow over and not be brought up again. After the shower Mark had hid out in Jake's room for awhile then came downstairs and sat with me and my cousins to watch a movie. Mark looked nervous; it's how he always was after one of his little "episodes" as mom called them. The good news was the little show in the basement was forgotten, the bad news was because it was replaced by a bigger problem. Mom came storming into the house from where she had been out in the yard with aunt Karen, who was hot on her heels trying to say something to her. I heard mom yell something at her and then she took off upstairs.

Dad had come from the kitchen where he and uncle had been playing cards and went upstairs after her. A few minutes later he came down and going back into the kitchen started going at it with my aunt I distinctly heard the word "bitch". That got uncle Ray started. The four of us sat there looking at each other awkwardly. After a few minutes of arguing dad came out and asked me to come upstairs and help calm mom down.

Apparently mom and Aunt Karen had been talking about their kids in general and the topic of college had come up and how proud they were. Jake was a senior and Malory a freshman at UNC. Mom had started talking about us, I was going into my third year at RISD and Mark had started PC with a scholarship that had a clause that if he maintained a certain grade point average it would kick in for Suffolk Law. I'm sure the conversation had turned competitive and finally my bitch of an aunt had simply said;

"That's great Denise, but it's different when the kids are actually yours."

Years ago mom and dad had a son named Jacob. There were complications when he was born and mom was told she could never have more. Three years later Jacob died of leukemia. Needless to say this was a very low blow. To me I was Denise's daughter and even though Mark had only been with us two years and there were issues between he and dad mom very much treated him like a son. Mom wanted to leave on the spot but dad and I talked her into staying the night we could leave early in the morning. After sitting and talking with mom for awhile I left her and dad alone.

I went back to sitting with the others and filled them in. Things got a little worse. Jake who was sitting next to Mark said that my Mom was too sensitive and needed to get over herself. Without turning to look at him Mark told him to watch his fucking mouth about Denise. When Jake turned and made the remark that it's not like Mark even had a real mother to defend, Mark hit him. It happened so fast I couldn't stop it one minute Jake was smirking the next he was on the floor with a bloody nose. Jake got up as if he were going to swing but one look from my brother stopped him in his tracks. Jake was a big boy but he was no fighter nor was he a fool he had seen what Mark had done downstairs. Instead Jake decided to go rat Mark out to Uncle Ray who in turn went to dad. My father took Mark aside and just quickly told him they would talk about it later, and as he walked by me whispered in my ear;

"Keep your brother on a leash will you?" I had sighed so much for me calming Mark down.

Dad and Uncle went outside for awhile and seemed okay when they came in. Dad then went back up to talk to mom again finally he came downstairs and taking me aside said that we were going to leave tomorrow however the four of them needed to talk so why don't we all go to the mall or something. I said okay knowing it would just be the three of us, Jake had gone out after Mark had smacked him. Dad smiled and hugging me thanked me for helping with mom. I returned the hug, I had been mad at dad earlier, but all that mattered now was to take care of mom. I told him I was sorry the visit had gone bad.

Dad shrugged and told me that since we were leaving a day early and he wanted to put mom in a better mood we were going to drive for a few hours and then spend the night at a hotel on the way back. Dad said Uncle had stayed there before and they had a heated swimming pool as well as a great restaurant so we could make a day out of it. I thought that sounded great and told him it would give me an excuse to shop for a bathing suit in December. Dad laughed then asked if I could do him a favor, explaining that it was a bit expensive to get three rooms and would I mind sharing a room with Mark, there would be two beds of course he added. I smiled to myself thinking one would be plenty. A night in a hotel with Mark! I told Dad that it wouldn't be a problem. Dad asked if I was sure because he knew Mark could be a pain in the ass sometimes. Flashing a big smile I looked up at my father and said;

"Don't worry dad I know just how to handle my little brother."



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 13



Part one: A close call.

We left Uncle Ray's house at 7am the next morning. As I looked out the back window Uncle Ray and Malory, who were standing on the porch waved. I waved back, blowing my Uncle Ray a kiss that he returned. Aunt Karen and Jake were nowhere in sight. The two of them had more than enough of us at that point. I sighed and turning in my seat leaned against the door and closed my eyes hoping that maybe I could drift off. We were supposed to drive several hours until we got to the edge of Virginia then stop at a holiday inn and stay until noon tomorrow. Dad was going to drive the first three or four hours then let Mark finish so I was pretty much stuck back here. Needless to say no one in the car was in too good of a mood. Mom was still visibly upset over Aunt Karen's remark. My father also wasn't too happy, he and his brother got along well but it was a strain on them that their wives didn't. I know dad was worried about mom as well, she had been depressed for years after Jacob and every once in awhile it kicked back in. Dad also wasn't too thrilled with my brother at the moment.

At that thought I opened my eyes and looked over at Mark, who was sitting straight up facing the road, his eyes were open but as usual he appeared to be somewhere other than here. Mark had been quiet since he had snapped and hit Jake. Oddly he hadn't gotten as upset as he had when he lost it on the bag rather he seemed strangely satisfied as if hitting Jake had served to calm him in some way. Even when Mark had gone to the mall with Malory and I later he had barely said anything, leaving us alone to shop while he sat in a bookstore and looked though some magazines. I felt bad that I couldn't be with him later that night. Because of what happened with Jake Mark had to sleep on the couch downstairs and I had thought of slipping out of Malory's room and keeping him company for awhile, but things had gone downhill enough and I didn't need to add to it by taking a chance. As it was I still couldn't believe that I had fucked my brother in Jake's room yesterday.

I asked Mark before I went to bed if he was okay after what happened. Mark had shrugged and said;

"Of course I am that'll be the day I don't stick up for my family."

I had hugged him tight, I don't care what the circumstances were I had just been so thrilled to hear Mark acknowledge that he had someone other than me and Krissy in his life. I was even more touched after that when just before I went upstairs mom had come down for the first time since the argument with Aunt Karen. At the time Uncle Ray, my Aunt and Jake had also been in the parlor and as my mom came into the room, my brother walked up behind her and putting his arms around her kissed her on the cheek and putting his head on her shoulder gave my cousin and aunt a look that dared them to say anything. The message was clear; fuck with her fuck with me. I was proud of my brother for that, most people say things like that aren't worth it, but that's why people get away with things because no one makes them worth it. Takers take until their taken. My brother and I had been taken for years, but no more. Now we were the takers.

This morning though Mark had gone a little too far. As our parents were talking the four of us were standing outside saying goodbye, or at least some of us were, Jake and Mark were obviously not speaking. When Malory went to say goodbye to Mark she hugged him then went to kiss him on the cheek. Part of me had wondered if after the way she had flirted all week she would have tried for the lips but she was playing it safe. My brother however did not. As Malory went for his cheek Mark grabbed her chin and kissed her on the mouth, and not just a quick peck I mean this was a kiss. 

Malory seemed stunned at first and started to back off, but Mark wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him all the while holding the kiss. I watched shocked, but turned on, as Malory gave in, her arms reached up behind Marks neck and I could see her mouth open to allow his tongue to slide into her mouth. Mark slid his hand up her back and into her long blonde hair. I was only a couple of feet away and swear I could feel my pussy gush as I heard my cousin let out a whimper into my brothers mouth as his other hand went up her side and grazed her tit through her sweater. 

At that point I became aware of Jake coming up next to me. He called out his sister's name and to my amusement was ignored; rather her hands had made their way down my brothers back and grabbed his ass. Just then my Mark opened his eyes, stared directly at Jake and winked. Jake went to move past me but I got in front of him and told Mark to knock it off. Mark broke off the kiss although as he did Malory leaned up and caught another quick one before laughing and telling Mark he could come back anytime. Malory then walked past Jake and I, her face was flushed and she was smiling ear to ear. As Mark followed he looked at Jake and said;

"I can't wait for your sister to come down my way."

I was still standing in front of Jake who after glaring at Mark looked at me and shaking his head told me my brother was a real piece of shit, and that his mother had been right when she had told my father that he should send him back to the pound where he came from. Up until that point I had stayed out of the drama, however after hearing that I looked at Jake who I had always been happy to refer to as family and told him that I had come from that same pound. I turned and walked away without giving him a chance to respond. I caught up with Mark as he walked over to the car.

We were met there by dad who was pissed. As we walked up to him I saw Malory with my Uncle. I couldn't hear what was being said but he was obviously upset. Of course they had seen Mark kiss her. As soon as we got up to dad he waved me over to the porch. I had no choice but to walk away, as I did I could hear dad start up;

"What the hell was that bullshit all about? That's my niece for Christ's sakes!"

I sat on the porch stairs and watched Malory and Mark getting yelled at. Mom was standing there looking distraught; Jake was storming down the driveway towards the back door and Aunt Karen was in the window looking as miserable as ever. To think I had always dreamed of having family. After a couple of minutes Uncle Ray had come over and given me a huge hug goodbye and told me how sorry he was the visit hadn't gone well. He then slipped me a check for two hundred dollars and told me to buy some art supplies. I thanked him and then we both watched as mom went over and got dad away from Mark which I was thankful for as it looked like dad was really laying into my brother, who even from a distance I could tell was getting nervous. Because of his past Mark didn't take to being yelled at, and it was an effort for him not to get upset. Despite their differences Mark had a lot of respect for dad and was grateful to him for letting him come to live with us so always held back.

All this went through my mind as I watched Mark sit there wrapped up in his own little world. I wondered what dad had said to him. I knew he had probably heard about all of it at once, losing it in the basement even though dad had caused that one, hitting Jake and making out with Malory. I also knew Mark was sitting there trying to pretend it didn't bother him, but I knew otherwise. Mark was more sensitive than my parents thought. I was just the only one that ever saw it. Reaching over I tapped Mark's leg and as he looked over gave him one of my trademark huge crooked smiles that he could never resist. Sure enough after a few seconds he smiled back a little sadly, but it was still a smile. I took his hand and gestured for him to lean over towards me. When he did I whispered in his ear;

"Don't you worry Mark; We got our own room tonight, and your nasty big sister bought a couple of surprises for her naughty little brother."

I leaned back over to my corner and left him to think about that. Of course this led me to start thinking about tonight, by far a much better topic than the little family drama we had just put behind us. The minute my father had mentioned the hotel last night my mind had gone into overdrive. It's not like Mark and I didn't get each other at least a couple of times a week, but most of the time my parents were home and we had to be quiet, not to mention the constant chance of getting caught. We always locked our bedroom doors and the adjoining bathroom gave us the chance to slip in and out of each other's rooms quickly but still there had been a couple of times dad had knocked on one of our doors and questioned why they were locked. I would just shrug and tell dad it's because I liked to lounge around in my underwear which would be enough to get dad onto another subject. As far as Mark's door being locked I winked and told dad that I wasn't sure but I know he had a stack of magazines in the closet and well you know, once again, enough to get dad off topic.

Tonight would be different though oh yes it would! Our room wasn't even next to Mom and Dad's it was across the hall and a couple of doors over. Mark and I would be able to be as loud as we wanted to be. Never mind I planned on using every damn piece of furniture in the room as well as my all time favorite the shower! Then of course there were the surprises I had picked up when Malory and I had gone shopping last night a couple that I had already thought of then one that had come about spur of the moment that was really going to add to the evening's festivities. Best thing was that since Mark had decided to stay in the bookstore he had no clue what I had bought.

Knowing there was a heated swimming pool and a sauna, I found a hot little two piece black bikini that was going to make my father's jaw clench and my brother's drop. The second stop was to Fredericks where I found a smoking hot red lingerie set complete with fishnets. Malory had raised her eyebrows a bit so I told her about Jack. Malory was no prude and the fact that Jack was ten years older than me and hot had her telling me how lucky I was. Not really I thought but easier than telling her that it was my brother those stockings would be wrapped around. 

The last addition to my shopping trip came by surprise. On the way back from the mall Malory had stopped off at a liquor store to grab some cigarettes for her mother. While we were in there she picked up a bottle of wine for dinner later. I looked at her and asked her if she had a fake ID and she said of course not why would she need one? Apparently the drinking age in North Carolina was 18. My eyes lit up like it was Christmas all over again! After a few minutes of trying to make up my mind I decided on a bottle of blackberry brandy for myself and Jack Daniels for my brother. Krissy had told me that my brother had taken her to a couple of college parties and he drank this like it was soda. I was a little surprised as I had never seen Mark drink. I was also a little put off my little brother was partying without me, but then again we all needed our little secrets from time to time.

Oh yes tonight was going to be the best ever! Not just the night either, we would have tomorrow morning as well. Dad had already told me he had requested a late check out and given me the "Don't bother us unless it was an emergency" line which meant good old dad was going to do his best to cheer mom up. That was fine with me! Mark and I never slept late anyway so plenty of time to play. Not to mention the fact I looked forward to teasing Mark in my new bathing suit. I had picked him up one as well so there would be no excuse for him not to go to the pool with me. With those thoughts running through my mind I put my head back and closing my eyes pretended to doze off. After a couple of minutes I "let" my head droop to the side and onto Mark's shoulder. A few minutes later I heard mom say;

"Oh how cute is that?" 

I smiled to myself as I felt sleep begin to take me for real. My parents were so easy.

We hit some traffic and didn't pull into the hotel until about three. As Mark and dad grabbed the couple of suitcases we would need from the back, I made sure to grab my small black overnight bag. It wouldn't be good if dad opened it by mistake and found the bottles. We checked in and dad handed me the key to our room. I eagerly took it and after helping mom and dad into their room Mark and I went to ours. I unlocked the door and as we entered I smiled from ear to ear. The room was huge with two full sized beds, an overstuffed armchair that already had me thinking, and a large television. I had brought in my mini boom box and a couple of tapes so we could put some music on later to cover up whatever else was going on in case someone was in the next room besides there was a certain song I wanted to play for my little brother. 

I put the radio on top of the tv and dropping my bag to the floor removed my jacket, stripped my sweater off and on leaving my long denim skirt and knee high boots ran over and jumped onto the bed. I rolled over on it laughing. I felt like an excited little kid. I looked over at Mark who had also removed his jacket and was unbuttoning his shirt. My eyes hungrily took in his strong chest and perfect six pack stomach. As he slid his shirt off I made a "Come here" gesture with my finger. Mark came over and getting on the bed immediately rolled me over on my back and getting between my legs leaned down and kissed me. I broke the kiss and smirking at him said;

"Come on little brother you kissed Malory better than that."

Mark smiled wickedly then proceeded to kiss me hard, his tongue pushing its way into my mouth. I put my arms around his neck pulling him down into me enjoying him lying on top of me. Mark slid his lips from mine and started to kiss the right side of my neck. I let out a soft moan as sliding down the bed a little further he started trailing his kisses down my neck and onto my chest. Mark playfully caught my nipple between his teeth through the bra. I let out a little yelp that got a laugh out of him. My bra unhooked from the front and I reached down and after undoing it held it in place.

"Say please." I told him.

"Please Megan?" Mark asked. "Please show me those beautiful tits."

"Yeah? You wanna see your sister tits little brother?"

"I want to do more than see them." 

"I don't know..."

"Fine then I'll just take them."

With that Mark grabbed my wrists and yanking them away from my tits pinned my hands over my head. The way he did it sent a wave of heat through my pussy.

"Oh you bad..ohhhh."

Still holding my hands down Mark bent his head and sucked my left nipple into his mouth. He was sucking hard, his teeth catching the sensitive flesh. It hurt but at the same time caused my pussy to start flowing. Mark took my arms and placing them together grabbed both of my wrists in one of his large powerful hands and holding them reached down and unsnapped his jeans. I tried to move my hands to help but Mark told me;

"Just lie there." 

It wasn't a request; something in his tone sent another thrill through me. After a moment of fumbling, Mark removed his huge cock from his jeans then reaching down and grabbing the middle of my skirt pulled it up over my hips. The way he did it was a bigger turn on than I could have ever imagined.

"Yeah little brother?" I asked. "You taking your big sister?"

"I'm taking what I want." As he spoke Mark reached down and grabbing the crotch of my blue panties and tugged them to the side and entered me in one smooth hard thrust.

"Oh yes!" I exclaimed as Mark's huge cock stretched my pussy to its limits. I swear he seemed harder than he ever had before.

I tried to pull my arms away from him so I could put them around his shoulders, but Mark was holding them tightly. My brother was using the arm that had my wrists pinned to hold himself up, the muscles were bulging from the effort and I found that struggling against him was getting me even wetter if that were possible at this point. As he slowly fucked me Mark reached up with his other hand and started playing with my nipple.

"Oh yeah that's nice, little brother." 

I yelped as Mark pinched my nipple. At the sound of that my brother started fucking me harder and his eyes seemed to brighten. Once again I tried to push up against him but he was too strong. As I struggled Mark smiled. My brother was enjoying having me helpless the thought should have bothered me instead it set me off, making me want to play as well.

"Oh please don't!" I exclaimed. "Please stop little brother! Oh you're hurting me with that big cock! I...OHHHH."

I let out a long moan as Mark started hammering into me as hard as the position he was in would allow. I wrapped my legs around his hips and thrust myself up into him driving him even deeper. As I did I saw over his shoulder that the heels of my boots were pressing into the soft skin just over his hips. Little brother wanted to play rough? Pinching my legs together I shoved both heels into his sides. Mark gasped and his eyes widened. I pushed again then started to pull them away when Mark looked down at me and whispered;

"Harder."

Another surge went through me as on that note I opened my legs then closed them as hard as I could driving the heels into his side. Mark grunted in pain, but at the same time he started fucking me even harder. My shoulders were hurting from the way he was leaning his weight on my wrists and he was fucking me so hard that like yesterday at Uncle's it was bordering on painful. 

"Yeah you like that Mark? You like hurting your sister?"

"Yes," Mark answered with an evil smirk. "And so do you."

"But I don't want it!" I suddenly cried out as loud as I dared. "Oh please don't do this to me! Oh please I..."

I was stopped by Mark putting his free hand over my mouth. My eyes widened as he started fucking me even harder. I cried out into his hand once then again, and again. Each time I did Mark let out a moan and fucked me even harder. Mark's eyes had that wild look in them that he had last night the one he got when he was ready to lose it. But this wasn't anger this was lust as I lied there under him half dressed, my arms pinned, squealing into his hand the thought hit me.

My brother was getting off on the idea of raping me.

He wasn't alone. As I squirmed and struggled beneath him, as I wailed into his hand and begged with my eyes I was hotter than I had ever been before. Somewhere in the back of my head I knew this was wrong. Hell I couldn't even roll over for another guy and here was Mark pinning me down and taking me and not only didn't it bother me but this nasty girl loved every fucking minute of it! Mark was sweating and his arm was trembling from the effort of holding his weight up. My brother was fucking me slower but it was because he was pulling himself out almost all the way before slamming his cock back in with everything he had.

It was a damn good thing Mark was covering my mouth because at this point I really was screaming into his hand. That was even more of a turn on. I despereately needed to cum, and if Mark could hold off a little longer I was going to. My legs around his waist had my hips angled enough so that the shaft of his cock was stroking my clit I just needed him to go faster. Instantly I knew how to get him to; how I knew I wasn't sure, it was as if this kind of sex was coming naturally to me.

I changed the sounds I was making into his hands from screams of pleasure into long drawn out whimpers. Each time I let out one of the whimpers I ended it with a sound like a sob. My brothers eyes widened and he stopped those single hard thrusts and resumed fucking the shit out of me. His cock was rubbing my clit faster and harder and I could feel the orgasm building deep inside. I looked up at him and as I let out another whimper squeezed my eyes shut as if I was in pain and replaced the whimpers with all mock sobs. Mark groaned loudly and his arm was shaking so bad I thought he was going to fall on top of me.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 13



At that moment I felt the orgasm begin to take me. My thighs were trembling around my brother and my hips were driving against his as hard as they could. I was right on the edge and could tell Mark was as well. At the last second as hard as I could I pushed my heels into his sides and turned my ankles twisting the heels into his sides.

Mark let out the loudest cry I had ever heard come out of him, and with one final thrust his cock twitched inside of me filling me with squirt after squirt of his hot cum. At the first squirt of cum I went off like a rocket. Wave after wave crashed through my body and the screams that were being released into my brother's hand were far from fake at this point. I wasn't the only one cumming that hard; my brother was still shooting off inside of me there was so much cum being emptied into me that I could feel it spilling out of my pussy and down my thighs. Mark fell off of me to the side onto his back, panting like he had just run a marathon. I was also lying there sucking wind; it had not been easy to breath with Mark's hand over my mouth. After gasping for a couple of minutes I turned my head towards him and asked;

"What the hell was that?"

Turning his head to look at me, Mark smiled a little sheepishly as if embarrassed and answered;

"I don't know I just always wanted to you know..." He shrugged. "Take you. I mean really take you and I figured nobody would hear us" He looked at me and frowned.

"I... was it okay? I mean I wasn't even thinking about..." He stopped and looked upset. "Damn Sis I never thought about before are you..."

I laughed at him.

"Little brother I have never cum that hard in my fucking life! I don't know where it came from but it was like I'd been waiting for it."

"You know," Mark said seriously. "I don't either, but it's like you said; it was like I was meant to, it just came easy."

I shrugged.

"Don't worry about it then. I mean it wasn't just me I..." I stared down at his side. "Damn Mark your bleeding."

Mark looked down at the small trickle of blood where my boot had poked a hole into his skin. He looked back at me and smiled.

"Hey they say it's a fine line between pleasure and pain guess we just crossed it."

I laughed again.

"That's okay it's not like it's the only line we've crossed."

We laid there on our backs still dressed from the waist down. It's what saved us from a lot of trouble. I was just sitting up planning on stripping my skirt off and lying back down for a nap, when there was a knock at the door.

"Hey guys." Dad called from the other side.

"Hold on." I responded.

I pointed at Mark and to the bathroom. As Mark zipped up and headed over I grabbed my sweater from the floor and had just gone to put it over my head when there was a click and the door started to swing in. "Megan did you..." Dad started as he came in.

"Hey guys" Dads voice came from the other side of the door as it swung in. Fuck! Mark wasn't out of the room yet and here I was topless! I dropped the sweater and crossed my arms over my chest yelling:

"Dad don't come in I'm..."

Dad entered and froze looking at me.

"Oh Jesus..." He said and turning his back to me shut the door.

Mark had just reached the bathroom, but thinking quickly immediately turned around as if he was coming out saying;

"Hey Meg, you okay out here?"

"I don't have a damn shirt on!" I snapped, desperation making me sound angry. "I told you not to come out until I said so!"

"Yeah but you yelled and..." He paused as if seeing dad for the first time. "What are you doing in here?"

"Hey, can you guys like talk later? Cause like my chest is hanging out here."

"That's okay Meg," Mark said. "It's not like there's more than you can cover with your hands."

Oh he would pay for that one!

"I'm sorry Hon!" Dad said still facing the door. "I just wanted to let you know we were going to go for a swim and figured you could meet us down there."

"How'd you get in?" Mark asked.

"We have the other key, just in case. I mean I figured since you were sharing the room no one would be undressed."

"Do you mind?!?" I exclaimed.

"Calm down Sis, I'm going." Mark said and rolling his eyes turned and closed the bathroom door behind him.

" I'm Sorry hon," Dad said I could see how red his ears were. "See you at the pool." 

Without turning around dad left. Mark came back out and let out a deep breath.

"Damn I almost pissed myself."

I nodded, my heart was pounding so hard it hurt.

"Hey Meg?"

"Yeah?"

"You can uncover your tits now."

I made a show of putting my back to him.

"Trust me Mark after that crack you'll be lucky if you see my tits again."

 Part 2: Real Trouble

Mark and I changed into our bathing suits. This time really in separate rooms as I didn't want him to see it right away especially after that crack he had made about my tits. Oh well I would just have to make him spend some extra time on them later. After putting on the skimpy bathing suit which I have to say looked fantastic on my milk white skin. I slipped a robe on after all I didn't want to walk down the hallway in the damn thing. As I tied the robe I found myself looking at the string and picturing being tied up with it, to the point where I took it and wrapped it around my wrist. On the heels of that I envisioned using it to tie Mark's hands together, not only that but have him tied to the bed and make him beg to suck the tits he had just made fun of. I started to get wet. I shook my head and finished tying the robe. Where had that come from all of a sudden? It seemed unnatural for me to want it like that seeing as how I had spent two years of my life being raped. Maybe because it was Mark and I knew he would stop if he thought he was really hurting me. Then again and by his own admission Mark hadn't even thought of the fact it might bother me until it was afterwards he had just wanted to.

"Hey Meg you ready?" Marks voice from the other side of the door interrupted my thoughts . Oh well, I thought with a shrug if we both enjoyed it who cared where it came from, besides it's not like I didn't already know my brother and I were pretty messed up. I exited the bathroom to find Mark standing over near the door looking at it. Like me Mark was wearing his robe but was barefoot as the floors of the hotel were carpeted. As I walked over I smiled seeing Mark's eyes go right to my legs looking them up and down and lingering on my feet with my bright red toe nail polish.

"What are you looking at?" I asked nodding towards the door.

"Doug's got the spare key but this," He tapped a small silver bracket. "Is the security latch, you know so the cleaning lady can't walk in on you."

"You really think he'd walk in after earlier?" I asked.

"I don't want to take stupid chances." Mark said. "We'll just make sure we put this on later."

I nodded and closing the door behind us we made our way down to the pool. It was late December and the hotel was less than a third full. Despite that there were a few people at the pool, a couple of older couples, and a few guys and girls our age probably college students. Mom and dad were sitting in chairs near the edge of the pool, and by the look of their hair they had already jumped in. The room was warm and as soon as we walked over to them. I undid my robe and after seeing that Mark was already looking across at the other girls shrugged and let the robe drop. Instantly my father frowned and even mom who understood that I was almost twenty one and not a little girl anymore gave me a look. The bikini was minimal with the bottom tied high up on my hips and the top tied in the back. My tits weren't the biggest but the top propped them up perfectly.

"Hey," Mark started to say then stopped cold when he saw me.

I had to turn my head to hide my smile as Mark's jaw all but hit the ground. Unfortunately when I looked back it seemed as if dad was watching Mark watch me. No I was just nervous and looking for a problem now.

"So what do you think?" I asked.

"I hope you didn't pay full price for that third of a bikini." Dad said, and then shaking his head added;

"Really Megan that's a bit much no?"

"More like not enough." Mom added.

At that moment a couple of whistles came from the guys on the other side of the pool. Smiling I turned to face them and waved. One guy waved back and his girlfriend punched him in the arm.

"Stop flirting Megan were on vacation." He then stared at my back and shook his head disgustedly. "I don't know what's worse the bikini or that thing on your back that it's showing off."

He was of course referring to the Baphomet tattoo. Dad looked at Mark;

"That's all you Mark! I mean really I can't believe you paid for that for her."

"It was my choice dad." 

"Of course it's my fault." Mark said. "Maybe I picked the bikini out for her too."

"Don't get smart Mark." Dad replied.

We were interrupted by another whistle from the other side.

"See Megan?" Dad asked. "That's what you want?"

"Oh come on dad their just having fun, and besides Mark will protect my virtue."

"Few years too late for that." Mark replied.

I punched him in the chest.

"Don't be an ass."

"Whatever." Mark said. "Besides," as he spoke he walked over to the edge of the pool facing the kids across the pool. "If you've got it flaunt it."

With a flourish Mark tossed off his robe and put his arms out to the girls across the pool. He was rewarded with several whistles and one of them clapped. Mark turned around so they could see his back and after pausing to flex his arms turned a back flip landing perfectly then before I could react grabbed me around the waist and effortlessly lifting me off my feet tossed me into the pool. I came up sputtering, looking for Mark. A second later I felt something grab my legs and Mark lifted me up out of the water and tossed me in again.

This time when I came up Mark had swum down to the other end and over to the girls who seemed more than happy to talk to him. The boys did not look as happy, however they cheered up after I swam over to join my brother. For the next half hour Mark and I stayed over there shooting the shit, and flirting our asses off. It turned us on to see others checking us out and knowing that we were going to be together at the end of the night. Of course the fact that I introduced us as brother and sister was a turn on of a different kind. After awhile we went back over to the folks and hung out with them. Dad seemed to be going out of his way to not look at me and made a couple of more "pretty" jokes about Mark until mom told him it wasn't our fault we were young and beautiful. I lied back in the chair with my eyes closed. I swear I could feel my brothers eyes on me. It was warm as hell in the pool room and I felt happy and lazy. Keeping my eyes closed I stretched hoping my brother was getting a good view. Somebody was as I heard another whistle from the other side.

Mom and dad got up and said they were going back and they wanted us to meet them for dinner at eight, it was only five thirty so I figured we had another half hour. I must have dozed because Mark woke me up by kissing me. I came up quick almost hitting him. Was he nuts? A quick look around though showed me that we were the only ones there. Mark smiled at me and getting up took my hand and led me over to the deserted hot tub. We got in and I let out a sigh of pleasure as the hot water jets hit my back and legs. At first Mark sat across from me then after a couple of minutes came around to my side and under the water started to play with my inner thigh then began rubbing my pussy through the bathing suit.

I moaned and smiled at him. Mark smiled back, his hair was wet and his eyes were just about completely green at the moment.

"You really are beautiful Mark." I told him.

"So are you Megan, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." 

With that he leaned over and kissed me. I enjoyed the kiss as long as I dared then pulled away. I did however find his cock under the water and start stroking it through his bathing suit. A moment later however a couple of women came in and directly over to the hot tub. Mark and I got out and as we did I noticed them staring at Mark, I followed their gaze and had to hold in a laugh. My brother was still at least semi hard and the suit left little to the imagination. As he turned and walked away I overheard one of the women say;

"Jesus did you see how big that was?" Her friend replied;

"Matched the rest of him lucky bitch," She then added; "But young probably don't know how to handle it."

I shook my head as I grabbed a towel and went over to Mark. Oh trust me ladies this nasty girl could more than handle my little brother's beautiful cock. As a matter of fact I would be handling it all night long. 

We returned to our room where we showered separately, Mark tried to join me but I told him to wait his turn. I had no doubt if Mark got in there with me we'd end up fucking and at this point I wanted to make him wait, besides truth be told I was still sore from earlier. Between the size of his cock and his physical strength my brother was not easy to handle sometimes. I took my time in the shower making sure my pussy would be perfectly smooth for later and then enjoying the hot water on my skin, then after rinsing off reluctantly got out. I wrapped myself in a towel and leaving the bathroom told Mark it was his turn. As my brother went into the bathroom I went over to the bed and dropping the towel set the alarm for an hour from now and slid under the blanket onto the cool crisp sheets. Oh this was sooo nice I thought as I rolled over onto my side and closed my eyes. Between the spa and the hot shower I went right out. I woke up a few minutes later when Mark slid under the covers next to me and after gently kissing my shoulder put his arm around me and pulled me close to him. Damn did this feel good! Apparently Mark thought so as well as he sighed contentedly in my ear.

I didn't want to move when the alarm went off. Screw dinner we could get room service later. I just wanted to lay here curled up with my brother and go right back to sleep. As I stayed there seriously debating trying to get out of dinner, the room phone rang. Mark rolled over and answered it, and of course it was Dad making sure we would be down in the restaurant by 8 god he was so fucking anal sometimes! I rolled over onto my side to face Mark who after hanging up the phone rolled over to me and wrapping his arms around me gave me a kiss and held me close to him.

"Damn you feel good Megan."

"So do you little brother, I could stay here for the rest of the night."

We stayed there for a few minutes and I was suddenly overwhelmed by how good my brother really did feel. Not just physically either, it was emotional as well. I felt a closeness to Mark that I had never even remotely come close to feeling with anyone else. With a groan I pulled away from Mark and sitting up stretched my arms up over my head letting out a startled yelp as Mark reached around and lightly pinched my nipples.

"I love that noise." Mark told me smiling.

"And I love that smile." I replied.

Mark got up and stretched as well. Damn I thought as I watched the muscles in his shoulders and back my little brother was one fine looking man. I finally dragged myself up and told Mark to change in the bathroom. He looked at me questioningly and I told him I didn't want him to see me get dressed. With a shake of his head Mark grabbed the hanging bag that he had brought in with him that contained his dress clothes and went into the bathroom. Going into my bag I put on the see through red lace bra and matching crotch less panties. This way when we came back to the room I would only have to put on the stockings and red heels I had bought. 

I put on the one piece red dress I had brought with me and sitting at the small table in the corner spent a few minutes teasing my hair out a little. I had just finished applying my make up when Mark came out of the bathroom. Needless to say he looked fantastic wearing a burgundy colored dress shirt with black slacks he had even put on a black tie. I noticed he had gel in his hair which was bound to get my dad on him again, but I loved it. As I stood up Mark came up behind me and encircling my waist with his arms rested his head on my shoulder. 

"Look at us." Mark said referring to the mirror on the wall. I did smiling at him in the mirror.

"Are we not beautiful?" Mark asked. I have to say I agreed.

Dinner seemed to drag forever, probably because I knew that a bottle and my brother's cock were waiting for me on the other side of it. I sat across from Mark next to dad and several times during dinner slipped off my shoe and slid my soft foot up his pants rubbing it along his leg. Each time he looked up I would wink at him. I was getting hornier by the minute, the fact that I was sitting next to my father with my pussy bare under my dress was adding to the overall feeling of lust that was coming over me. At one point mom got up to go to the bathroom, and I raised my foot and put it directly into Mark's crotch, he was hard as a rock and I could feel my pussy begin to drip. Oh what a night this was going to be!

Maybe not just for us either as I couldn't help noticing Mom was wearing her long sandy brown hair down, and was sporting three inch heels and a skirt that was shorter than what she would usually wear. Mark noticed as well as when mom walked away and I had removed my foot from his cock he said;

"You go Doug."

My father grinned and said;

"Trust me Romeo I could show you a few things."

"Please dad," I told him. "I'm trying to eat."

"I don't know Doug," Mark said smirking. "Denise looks out of your league," He shrugged. "You definitely married up."

My father actually laughed at that. It was good to see the two of them getting along. Mom came back and asked what was so funny and Mark told her he was pointing out that she looked hot. Mom blushed but was smiling. Who'd have thought Mark could be a schmooze? Finally after coffee and desert, dad paid the bill and said he was ready to call it a night. The four of us walked back to our rooms. Mom and Dad were in front of us but otherwise the hallway was deserted. I cut in front of Mark and still behind my parents stopped and quickly flipped my skirt up showing off my ass in the red panties. I dropped the skirt and turned to see Mark shake his head and whisper;

"Damn Sis."

We said goodnight to my parents and as soon as their door closed, I grabbed Mark's hand and led him down the hallway to our room. Mark had just closed the door and before he had completely turned around I had my arms around his neck and was kissing him hard. As he eagerly returned the kiss I rubbed my leg up and down his, Mark reached down and caught my ankle holding my leg up his other hand dipped under my dress. Mark grunted in surprise as his fingers found my bare wet pussy. He instantly plunged two of his fingers inside and I moaned into his mouth as we continued to kiss.

Mark's thumb found my clit and started working it in quick hard circles. I broke the kiss and moaned. Then catching myself whispered;

"Not yet little brother I want to play first, I ohhhh."

Mark wasn't listening his thumb was moving faster and as horny as I had been all night I was already getting close to the edge. Putting his mouth to my ear Mark said softly;

"That's it sis, you go ahead and cum nice and quick. That way I can take my time when I suck on that hot fucking pussy of yours."

"Oh yeah little brother? You want to lick your big sisters pussy tonight? Well I think I'll let you I...oh yes! Yesss!"

I came so hard and fast on Mark's fingers that had he not been holding my leg and had his arm around my waist I would have fallen. Mark kept his fingers still as I ground my hips into them, but his thumb continued to move keeping my orgasm going. I let out a soft whimper and fell forward into his arms.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 13



"Oh goddamn I needed that." 

Mark wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I rested my head on his chest enjoying the smell of his cologne, and the way he held me. After a minute, I pushed away from Mark and smiling at him walked past him and said;

"Come here little brother I have something to make the night even more fun."

Mark followed me over to the bed where reaching down I put my overnight bag on top of it and unzipping it removed the bottle of blackberry brandy. Mark frowned at me.

"I don't know sis." 

"Oh come on little brother! Krissy told me all about your little frat parties."

"Yeah but here Meg?"

"Why not?" I asked.

As Mark tried to think of an excuse I Opened the bottle and took a sip. Damn that was good stuff! I passed the bottle to Mark who tried it and made a face;

"Too sweet." 

"That's okay little brother because I got one for you!"

I pulled out the bottle of Jack and handed it to him. Mark stared at the bottle for a minute then with a shrug opened it and after taking a couple of long swallows passed it to me. Imitating him I took a big mouthful then winced as I swallowed it.

"Wow that's nasty." 

Mark shrugged and taking it back looked at it, then back at me.

"I'm still not sure Meg I mean..."

He stopped as still holding the bottle I put my arms around his neck and pouted.

"Aw come on Mark you don't want to party with your big sister?" 

I kissed him tasting the whiskey on his lips. I have to say it tasted better on him than it did straight. I could already feel myself flushing from the first couple of sips.

"It's not that I..."

"Come on little brother, you can get your sexy sister drunk and take advantage of her, make her suck that nice big dick of yours."

I stepped back and after taking another swig told him;

"I still have a sexy surprise for you."

"Yeah?" Mark asked. He took a couple of more long hits off his bottle. How the hell could he drink that stuff like that? "A better surprise than crotch less panties?"

"Way better, but I want you to have fun with me." I kissed him again and whispered in his ear;

"C'mon Mark how many guys can say they got drunk and fucked their hot older sister?"

Mark took another shot and smiled. His eyes were already getting bright.

"How many would want to?" He asked. I returned the smile

"More than would ever admit it. Now ready for your surprise?"

"Hell yeah." 

"Okay well you sit right there." I pointed at the chair. "And I'll be right back."

I paused to shut the main light off in the room leaving just the lamp lit and went into the bathroom and pulling the dress over my head reached down under the sink where I had hidden the red fishnet stockings and matching heels. Sitting on the tub I put them on and standing up looked in the mirror, my cheeks were flushed and my eyes were as bright as Mark's I lowered my gaze to my tits where my hard nipples were poking through the red lace.

"Nasty Girl." I told my reflection.

I opened the bathroom door partway and peeked out. Mark was sitting in the chair; he had undone his tie and unbuttoned his shirt but left it on. Damn that was a sexy look!

"Close your eyes." I told him.

Mark put his head down and opening the bathroom door all the way I put my arms up along the door frame posing for him.

"Open your eyes little brother."

"Oh goddamn." Mark whispered as his eyes took my body in from head to toe.

"Yeah little brother? Your big sister looking good tonight?"

"Incredible." 

"Well enjoy the show."

I reached over to the radio that was on top of the tv and hit play. As Wilson Picketts Mustang Sally began to play. I strutted into the room and stopping a few feet from Mark began to swing my hips to the beat while running my hands across my tits and down into my pussy, strolling up to the chair I turned around and bending over slowly shook my ass in his face pulling it quickly away then leaning over him rubbed my tit across his chest. Taking a step back I put my heeled foot up on his shoulder. He winced but his eyes were glued to my pussy which I reached down and spread for him swinging my hips back and forth in front of his face in time to the music I pushed my pussy into his face and let him get a quick lick in before taking it away.

Something tells me this was not what dad had in mind when he paid for dance classes a couple of years ago. I took my leg down and putting a knee on either side of the chair sat in Marks lap and started grinding on his hard cock through his pants. I rocked back and forth and side to side. Mark moaned and tried to grab my tits, I pushed his hands away and reaching back undid the bra and as it fell leaned forward and started slowly rubbing my nipples across his lips. When his tongue flicked out I pulled back and getting off his lap turned around and sitting on his lap ground my ass into his cock again.

"Damn you're good at that." He said. I laughed and answered;

"Yeah if painting doesn't work maybe I can strip for a living."

I reached over to the nightstand and grabbing the bottle took several long swallows as Mark reached around and played with my nipples.

"Oh yeah little brother that's nice, but I'm not done yet." 

Putting the bottle down I got off of him and turning shimmied down to my knees and put my mouth on his cock through his pants. Mark groaned again and I stood up backing away and did a turn for him flaunting my ass. I felt incredibly sexy dancing topless, with my pussy exposed in front of my fully dressed brother. Mustang Sally ended and Danzig's She Rides followed. As the grinding demonic beat started I was going to strut back over and take that ride, but as the song started Mark got up from the chair and started moving to the beat of the song his hips swinging, he slowly worked his shirt off and tossing it aside met me in the middle of the room.

His arms went around my waist as mine encircled his neck, pulling me close to him we started grinding our hips in perfect rhythm we both worked our way down then back up, Mark reached over to the back of the chair and grabbing his tie looped it around my waist and stepped back, taking my cue I let myself go backwards arching my back. Holding me up by the tie Mark bent down and kissed my stomach before pulling me back up into him. Keeping the tie around my waist I turned around pushing my ass into his cock. Mark pulled me close with the tie and ground himself into me. I could feel both the heat of the brandy in my stomach and the fire of lust burning through my pussy. I couldn't wait any longer.

Turning around I pushed Mark back towards the chair and when he was close enough pushed him harder forcing him to sit down. With no further hesitation I dropped down to my knees and unzipping his slacks reached in and removed his huge dripping cock. I flicked my tongue across the head and Mark's hips twitched his cock was already dripping and the head so purple it looked painful.

"Oooooh," I cooed. "Is someone horny?"

"Oh yeah," Mark whispered.

I swirled my tongue around just the head and Mark groaned out;

"Oh please don't tease me Megan."

"Aw does my little brother want his nasty big sister to suck him off?"

Without waiting for an answer I opened my mouth and swallowed Marks cock whole, right down to the base of his shaft. I held it there enjoying the feeling of his cock throbbing against my tongue and then started sucking him in and out. My right hand was around his shaft following my mouth so that I was jerking him off as I blew him. Mark moaned loudly and I could feel his legs start to shake already. I didn't mind blowing him but I needed to feel him inside in the worst way. Standing up I turned and sat back down on his lap my weight driving his cock so far up inside me I let out a high pitched squeal.

"Oh Megan, oh fuck yeah!"

"I love it when you moan my name little brother." I told him as I started grinding up and down on his cock, my god was he deep!

I leaned down and placing my hands flat on the floor started bouncing up and down on his cock. Mark grabbed my hips and holding them still started using his own hips to slam his cock up inside of me. We were both panting and moaning, Mark was letting out little whimpers with each thrust and I knew he was going to cum soon. I pulled myself from his cock and quickly spinning around dropped back on my knees. Looking him in the eye I told him:

"First times right in my mouth little brother! You give your sister every drop!"

With that I attacked his cock like I never had before; deep throating him then sliding my lips back up to the tip before going all the way back down. In less than a minute, Mark let out a long shuddering moan, and grabbing my hair started fucking my mouth. I held still while he did and in seconds I felt the first blast of cum hit the back of my throat. Putting my hands on his hips to hold him still I started sucking on just the head of my brother's cock while jerking him off with my right hand. 

"Ohh ohh!" Mark continued to moan and twitch as an amazing amount of cum was being pumped into his big sisters willing mouth. When one last hard suck only got me a couple of more drops I looked up at Mark and sticking out my cum covered tongue waved it at him before swallowing it. Standing up I grabbed the bottle and after a few sips smiled at Mark who looked as if he was ready to pass out after that.

"My turn." 

He looked at me and I pointed down to the floor. Pausing to take a swig from his bottle, Mark stood up and removed his pants and shoes before obediently dropping to his knees. Sitting in the chair I threw one of my legs over each of the arms leaving my pussy wide open. Mark eagerly plunged his tongue into my steaming pussy and started fucking me with it. 

"Oh yeah Mark you get a good taste of your sister's pussy, you lick it right up!"

Mark slid his tongue up to my clit and after sliding two fingers inside of me started doing slow circles around it. I moaned started moving my hips into his face. Mark put his hands on my thighs and looking up from between my legs said;

"Easy sis we have allll night remember?"

I smiled and leaning back in the chair did just that; just sat back and watched my beautiful brother run his tongue and fingers all over smooth, pink little pussy. I closed my eyes and let my head go back on the chair I swear I could feel the room spinning but when I opened my eyes everything was still, except for my brothers tongue and fingers which were playing my pussy to perfection. I moaned and turned my head towards the right where I saw the bottle of Jack on the table I picked it up and took a sip. 

"Hey little brother," I whispered. "You like this stuff?"

"Hmm mmm." Mark said with his face buried in my pussy.

"Well then have a drink on me!" 

With that I poured some of the liquor onto my thighs and pussy. I moaned as my brother swirled his tongue around my pussy lapping up every drop. It was such a turn on I could feel myself getting ready to cum. As my thighs started to shake I poured more of the booze onto my sticky wet pussy and as Mark sucked it off my clit threw my head back and came long and loud. I grabbed Mark's head with both hands and ground my pussy into his face as spasms of pleasure flowed through me. Mark rose up and taking the bottle of brandy poured some of it over my tits and started sucking it off my nipples. I looked up and saw he was hard again.

Mark put the bottle down and grabbing my hands pulled me up to a standing position then turning me pushed me back into the chair. I got on my knees with my arms and chin resting on the back of the chair and squealed as Mark came up behind me and drove his cock in hard. 

"Oh yeah little brother give it to me! Fuck the shit out of your nasty big sister! Give her every inch of that huge fucking cock!"

Mark grabbed my hips to lift me up a little and started slamming the shit out of me. Nothing fancy just long hard strokes that had me biting the back of the chair so I wouldn't start screaming. Having already cum twice today Mark had no fear of getting off quick and was just giving to me; fucking me hard and fast just pounding away on his big sisters tight little pussy. I couldn't remember us ever fucking for this long. I was moaning continuously and as Mark started pulling me back and forth by the hips my nipples were rubbing the back of the chair getting me more worked up. I dropped my hand down between my legs and started working my clit. I came amazingly quick and just in time as finally Mark groaned and let out that cute little whimper that he always denied making and whipping his cock out sent several spurts of cum across my ass and lower back.

"Oh my fucking God!" I groaned as I leaned over the back of the chair. 

Mark had gone to sit on the footstool and missed ending up on his ass where he sat trying to catch his breath. Finally I took a deep breath and forced myself to stand up. As soon as I did my head started to spin and I had to lean on the arm of the chair. Mark stood up slowly and grabbing the bottle of jack, took a few more swallows. He looked into it and handed it to me. There was only a little left, with a shrug I held my breath and killed the last of it. I went to put the bottle on the table but it hit the floor. Mark took my hand and led me over to the bed where we both fell down more than lied down. I was instantly aware of Mark's cum smearing into the sheets oh you dirty girl I thought.

After a couple of minutes I rolled over to Mark and kissed him, gently at first then harder. Mark rolled over to face me and wrapping his arms around me started kissing my neck and shoulders. We laid there just touching and kissing enjoying how good we felt together. I pulled away and propping myself up looked down into his eyes which once again were my favorite shade of green. He smiled sweetly at me and leaning up kissed me again. The way he did it made me think about how he was with Krissy that night. So sweet, so caring, so loving. No one had ever been that way with me. I found myself becoming emotional. 

"Hey Mark?" I asked as he once again started kissing my neck.

"Yeah sis?" He asked as he slid his tongue down between my tits. I was thrilled to see he was hard again because I so needed him right now.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

I reached down and placing my hand under his chin lifted his face up to mine.

"Would you..." I hesitated. "Would you be you know... sweet to me?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know like you are with Krissy." I was aware that it came out as Krishhy, but didn't care.

"I well..." Before he could finish I put my head down and said;

"No one's ever sweet to me. They just want to fuck me." I put my head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry sis I..."

"Even you." I told him interrupting again. "You're always just fucking me."

"Because that's what you want sis." He pointed out.

I looked at him and pouted.

"Well now I want you to be sweet, will you? Will you be nice to your nasty girl?"

I sounded pathetic and knew it. I looked up half expecting Mark to make fun of me. Instead he was looking at me with a soft smile his eyes looking into mine he leaned over and whispered in my ear;

"Megan I would love to be good to you."

Before I could answer Mark kissed me softly his lips moving across mine. As we kissed he rolled over onto his knees and gently pushed me back onto the bed. Still without breaking the kiss Mark got between my legs and entered me slowly. Not thrusting just easing himself in. I let out a soft sigh and let my head rest back on the pillow as kissing my neck Mark started slowly moving in and out of me. I wrapped my legs still in the fishnets around his hips, but didn't move just let my brother slowly pump himself in and out of my sore but very needy pussy.

"Oh that's soooo nice little brother." I whispered.

Mark looked down at me and smiling said;

"You really are beautiful Megan."

I think I blushed but was unsure because of already being flushed from the brandy. I felt overwhelmed by emotion and simply put my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. Eventually I began slowly moving my hips into his. We went for a long time without changing position, no sense of urgency, and no nasty talk. Just the two of us enjoying being close to each other. Even when my brother finally came it wasn't the same; he didn't fuck me harder or speed up I simply felt him tense up a little and then felt his cock twitch inside of me. He groaned softly in my ear as what little cum he had left emptied into me.

We stayed there for a while just holding each other. The rest of the night was a blur I guess I really had too much to drink as I seemed to be only seeing things a little at a time. I vaguely remember Mark getting up and putting on a pair of shorts. He said something to me about getting dressed but I couldn't move I felt too damn relaxed. I remember giggling like a little kid as Mark sat me up and slid a tank top over me and then playfully kicking my legs and giving him a hard time as he pulled my stockings and panties off then tried to put a pair of shorts on me. I told him if he let me finish the last of the brandy I would hold still for him. Mark brought the bottle over but cheated as he took a couple of swigs before giving it to me. There was more there than I thought but I finished the whole thing like a good girl then...

We fucked again. I pulled Marks shorts down and after sucking him hard pushed him onto his back and hopped on top. Yes we had sex again because I remember being so turned on as Mark whimpered beneath me that he didn't think he could cum again. I rode him so hard we were bouncing up and down on the bed and finally with a groan that sounded as much like pain as pleasure Mark came. I gave him a kiss and rolling over told him that now he could put my shorts on for me. After he did I lied on my side and he curled up next to me like he always did.

"I love you Mark." I told him sleepily.

"I love you too Meg."

I remember thinking how odd we didn't say brother or sister. Then everything went away.

My eyes opened and immediately shut again as instantly I became aware of a painful throbbing in my head. I waited a minute then slowly opened them again. The throbbing was still there but not quite as sharp. I looked at the clock and it took a minute for the numbers to come into focus. It was 10:30 am. Damn, I don't think I had ever slept this late and I could definitely sleep some more. We weren't leaving until one so we had another hour. My brother was cuddled up close behind me. I Smiled as I listened to his deep steady breathing in my ear. Mark's arm was around my waist and his hand was just under my tits where my tank top had ridden up as I had slept. My left leg was bent up and out and Mark's leg was under it. I wiggled myself back even closer into Mark's embrace thinking how incredible this was. With a satisfied purr I closed my eyes again.

I heard a faint click, but paid it no mind. I was way too comfortable to move. I was just starting to drift when I heard another click this was louder, it sounded like...

I opened my eyes to see my father standing in the doorway of the room. In a moment that seemed to last an eternity I was aware of my brother's body wrapped around mine, the fact that we were half dressed ,and the empty bottle of brandy in plain sight on the nightstand. In my ear I heard my brother whisper;

"Oh, fuck me."

My father finally making out what he was seeing in the dark room came in and slammed the door behind him yelling;

"What the fuck is this?" 

To be continued... 



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 14



Note from the author:

First off once again I would like to thank all of you who have been following this series for your continued support; it is greatly appreciated. As for this chapter if you have not read 13 you may want to read it before this one so you are aware of what just happened to Mark and Megan. On another note this chapter is quite "story driven" a lot goes on here that will factor into the upcoming chapters so please keep that in mind. Once again thank you for support and I hope you will continue to enjoy this series.

I was sitting at the bar at Vinnie's nursing one of the "cokes" that Jack had made for me hoping that it would sooth my nerves enough to get rid of that twisting feeling that I'd had in my stomach for the last few days. I knew this was the last thing I needed, that drinking was a big part of how things had gotten so bad in the first place, but what I really needed I couldn't have. What I needed was my brother, to have him hold me, to feel him next to me, and to have him inside of me. I heard a clinking sound and realized that my hand was shaking, causing the ice cubes to rattle. Putting the drink down I glanced over and saw that Jack was busy. It was the lunch rush, and as always I was amazed at how many people had drinks then went back to work.

I put my arm on the table and rested my chin in my hand in an effort to keep my head up. I was totally exhausted and had barely been getting through the days, but when night came I couldn't sleep worth a damn. That's part of the reason I needed Mark. That and the fact I knew he needed me, that he wasn't sleeping either and that he was scared. I don't blame him because I was as well. I was scared for my brother, for both of us. Today was Wednesday, Dad had said he was going to decide what he was going to do by Friday and that there would be no discussing anything until then. What Dad was going to decide was whether or not he was going to allow my brother to continue to live with us.

By far these had been the longest four days of my life. The ride home itself had been awful a six hour ride where barely a word was spoken. Dad had made me sit in the front and mom was in the back with Mark. I stared out the window most of the time alternately crying and kicking myself for being the one who had gotten us into this mess. I couldn't believe how ugly it had gotten, I had never seen either of my parents that upset.

A couple of times I risked a glance in the back seat to check on my brother. Poor Mark was sitting there looking off into space, but rather than the blank stare he would usually have I swear he looked like he was ready to cry. One time dad caught me looking and gave me a dirty look. The next time however he didn't notice and I saw Mom reach over and take Mark's hand. When my brother looked over at her she gave him a soft reassuring smile. At that Mark leaned his head over and put it on her shoulder. It was clear how much Mom cared for him. Not only was it touching but it gave me a glimpse of hope that mom would fight for my brother, as he had literally fought for her at uncles, and might be able to change Dad's mind.

When we arrived home Mark started to pull the bags out of the car and Dad made a crack about maybe he shouldn't bother unpacking. For the second time that day mom went off on dad yelling at him right there in the driveway telling him enough was enough. Mark had put his head down like a whipped dog and slowly headed for the house. I went to follow but dad told me to stay where I was. Once in the house Mark and I sat on the couch while mom and dad talked in the next room. Not giving a shit what my father would say at this point I held Mark's hand and leaning over whispered in his ear that I was sorry.

Just then Mom and Dad came in and sat in the chairs opposite of us. Dad said that he felt there was something going on that his gut told him we were lying that we were "closer" than we should be. He then added that he realized that what he was accusing us of was a big deal and mom had said some things that made sense. But it was more than just that, he didn't like how Mark had acted or had been acting and that he wasn't sure if he should stay. Before I could say anything Dad put his hand up and said he needed to think about it and we would discuss it Friday night. In the mean time, for the next week, the two of us were to only leave the house to work, and the only time we could be together was if it was in the parlor or kitchen, and most importantly at night he wanted our doors unlocked that if he tried one and found it locked ever again he would tell Mark to leave then and there.

I was distraught and wanted to say something, but Mom had caught my eye and shook her head. Later on after Mark had gone upstairs and Dad to his den, Mom took me aside and said to just go along with what he said for the week and that she would work on him. No matter what just make sure neither of us broke the rules, especially Mark. 

The last four nights were terrible, I lied there unable to sleep knowing full well my brother couldn't either and knowing we were only a room away from each other. When I did sleep I had nightmares, the ones that I hadn't had in months. Last night I had heard Mark cry out in his sleep the way he used to when he had first come to stay with us. I had ached to go into his room, to hold him which of course would have led to having him.

In the end I just laid there in bed feeling terrible that my little brother needed his sister and I couldn't be there. Dad had not been kidding. Not only had he replaced the door knob on Mark's bathroom door, but put a new one on my side as well, they locked from the bedroom side and dad said he never wanted to find them unlocked. 

Also true to his word I had heard him try my door several times at night sometimes more than once and from as early as 9pm right up to 3 am. Mark had mentioned at breakfast that dad had tried his as well. Mark had said this in Latin in front of dad and that had become the new rule; no speaking that "Cult shit" in front of him. No, Dad was convinced there was something going on, of course he was dead on, as a matter of fact I think my father would have a stroke if he knew some of the things we had done, including using their bed a couple of times.

After the first night I had smuggled in a small bottle of Captain Morgan and would add some to a can of coke every night to try to get myself to sleep. Last night at three am I had just decided to drink the last of it straight and then could barely get up for work. I couldn't imagine what I would do if dad asked Mark to leave. At just the thought of Mark being thrown out I felt my eyes begin to fill. Mark had nowhere to go, he obviously had no family other than me, Krissy still lived at home and her father didn't even like her seeing my brother after he had just about knocked that poor kids head off at the tournament last month. School wasn't an option; because Mark lived in RI and his scholarship to PC didn't include living on campus. 

Even if he did find a place to go Mark would be in trouble, he needed his big sister as much as I needed him. Especially now, over the last couple of months Mark was changing, that suppressed rage was starting to show itself, and more often. His workouts were getting more intense as he tried to "wear himself out" as he put it. There was the incident at the tournament, a scene at a frat house that Krissy had told me about where my brother had almost gotten into a fight with two guys who he overheard talking about her tits, and of course popping my cousin last week. Hell at one point I had been afraid he was going to lose it on that terrible morning at the hotel.

The whole thing had been my fault. I couldn't have left well enough alone. A fantastic night in a hotel with nothing to do but fuck my hot brother wasn't enough. No I had to go and buy those damn bottles. Had we not been drinking we would have remembered to set the security latch. Hell we wouldn't have needed the damn latch as there was no way we would have slept until 10:30 had we not been falling down drunk.

No I had fucked up badly and my brother might pay the price for his sister's stupidity. As it was Mark, who in addition to being bombed out of his mind, and being fucked to the point of exhaustion by his horny big sister, had somehow had the prescience of mind to not only put on clothes but had managed to get his drunken brat of a sister dressed as well. The fact that he had was the only thing that had given us a chance to convince Dad we hadn't been doing anything wrong. Had we been naked... 

"Hey blue eyes you in there?"

"Hmmm?" 

I looked up to see Jack standing in front of me.

"You okay beautiful?"

"Yeah, just tired." I replied.

When I had come back to work on Monday Jack had presented me with a bouquet of flowers and what was either a sincere apology for our last night together or one hell of an act. He had told me that the next morning he had felt like a real prick for what he had said and would have called but knew we were away. Jack had asked about me giving him another chance saying that we could even go out to dinner somewhere first. I told him that was awfully nice of him that he would be willing to take me somewhere before fucking me, because that's obviously all he wanted and I was done with that. Besides why would he want to be bothered with damaged goods?

Jack had done his best to look upset and said okay, but he hoped I would still hang out at the bar with him. Sad to say I had taken him up on that offer the last three days, lying about how long my shift was so I wouldn't have to go right home and it gave me a chance to have a couple to calm my nerves. Since there were no classes I had been working everyday this week, which was a blessing as it kept me from going nuts in the house. Apparently Jack was still holding onto the idea he may have a chance as every time he spoke to me it was "Beautiful" or "Honey" or "Blue Eyes". I have to say if things weren't so bad I would be getting a kick out of him kissing my ass to get another shot to well, kiss my ass.

"I said yeah you look it." Jack said as apparently I had wandered off again.

Tired wasn't the word for it, I had been lucky to be getting three hours a night and that was with a little help from the bottle I had Betty pick up for me on Monday.

"Like I said trouble at home." I said simply.

"Well hey you know Megan your folks think you're working later." He reached out and gently ran his fingers through my hair.

"Lunch is over, I can get Vinnie to let me off early and we could go back to my place."

"Oh yeah?"

"Sure, you're off, I can get off and then..."

"You'll get off again and I'll still have an hour and half to kill." I told him pulling my face away from him. 

Jack stared at me then shrugged.

"Yeah I guess I have that coming, just trying to give you what you need that's all."

Before I could give him another smart ass answer about him having no idea what a woman needs someone called for a drink and he wandered off. I sighed and looked at the drink. It was gone, I frowned, I really didn't remember finishing it, then again Jack had been talking to me and I hadn't heard him. I shook my head like he could give me what I needed. No there was only one person who had what I needed and at this point I was desperate for it, besides could it really get any worse? I was still wearing the white blouse, black mini skirt, and stockings that made up my uniform so I got up and went behind the bar and picking up the telephone called Mitch's hoping someone would answer. 

Mitch's was a small seedy little bar that Mark had gotten a job bartending at just before Christmas. In typical backwards Rhode Island fashion you had to be twenty one to drink, but could serve liquor at 18. Not like that would have stopped Mark, who through someone at school had gotten a flawless fake ID. Mark worked there three nights a week, but because he was off from school Mitch had him helping remodel the second floor where there had been a fire a few months ago. Mark wasn't overly handy but was strong as a bull, worked hard and Mitch who had been raised in foster homes himself had taken a liking to my brother. 

I listened to the phone ringing on the other end, at this time of day Mitch's was pretty dead and sometimes there was no one near the phone as they could all be upstairs. I could feel tears of frustration starting to burn in my eyes when Cynthia; a cute little redhead who also worked the bar there answered. I asked for my brother and was told he was upstairs with Mitch and they were pretty busy. I told her who I was and that it was an emergency.

That really wasn't a lie at this point I thought as Cynthia told me to hold on. In the last four days Mark and I had barely seen each other, just at night if he wasn't working and even then it had to be in the parlor or kitchen. Dad had been deliberately keeping us apart as much as possible, and I couldn't take it anymore I had to be with him. 

"Meg you okay?" 

I practically sobbed in relief as I heard his voice. There was a part of me that told me I was being overly emotional at this point but I couldn't help it.

"Mark can you leave work?"

"If I need to, what's wrong?" 

Behind his concern I could hear Mark's own exhaustion in his voice. I don't know how the hell he was doing it; even without sleeping he was doing two hour workouts in the morning and eight hours of construction after that.

"I'm not okay Mark. I need you to come get me."

"Are you hurt? Did Jack say something, I'll...?"

"No Mark I just... I need to see you little brother. The folks think I'm working til six so come spend some time with me."

"I don't know Meg I mean what if Doug goes by there or he calls or..."

"It'll be okay Mark, trust me," Yeah right I thought even as I said it. "Just come get me."

"Look Sis I miss you too but,"

"Oh please little brother!" I cried into the phone finally losing control. "Please come get me! I need you Mark, I need my little brother," I sobbed desperately before getting out. "Don't you want to be with me?"

"I'll be there in a few minutes Sis, just take it easy okay?"

"Oh I can't wait to see you Mark!" I sounded pathetic but couldn't help it. "I want you to hold me and..."

"Megan!"

"What little brother?"

"Don't have any more to drink okay?"

I hung up the phone and sitting down grabbed a couple of napkins and after wiping my eyes, put my head down and took a few deep breaths to calm down. Mark was coming and everything would be okay even if it were just for a little while. What we were going to do I wasn't sure yet but for all I knew It could be the last time we... I forced myself to stop thinking like that even if Mark had to leave it's not like I wouldn't see him. But how would we sleep? Who would be there when we needed someone? Who would make it okay? Mark had Krissy for now anyways, as something told me she was not going to deal with Mark's growing darkness for much longer, but she wasn't the same as his big sister. I had promised Mark when he came to live with us that I would protect him, look out for him. 

The last few months however had been more like my little brother looking out for me. Even at the hotel it was Mark who had drawn most of Dad's anger keeping him off of me. Then of course at the end when I melted down completely it was my brother who took care of me. I sighed I wanted another drink, but wasn't going to ask Jack after I had just blown him off(,) plus Mark was right I'd had enough. Once again I let my head rest on my hand, and as I allowed my stinging eyes to close, my wired mind, for at least the hundredth time since it happened(,) replayed that morning in the hotel.

          Sunday Morning.

"What the fuck is this?!?" Dad shouted coming into the room.

As I sat up terrified my heart pounding, a searing pain went through the middle of my head. I was speechless; the only thought going through my head was that we had never secured the latch.

"I asked a fucking question!" 

Dad yelled even louder than before sending another stab of pain into my head. Turning towards the wall he looked for the light switch; despite the fact it was after 10:30 the heavy drapes and gloomy sky had kept the room dark. As Dad fumbled for the switch I reached out to the nightstand to try to grab the brandy bottle. My fingers just grazed it, as I went to stretch further dad hit the switch and started to turn back, wincing from the bright light I was able to push the bottle and it wobbled then mercifully fell behind the nightstand. If it made any noise it was drowned out by Dad's yelling.

"Well is anyone going to answer me?!?"

Dad was rapidly approaching the bed, his face was red and his eyes were bulging dangerously. I had never seen him this angry.

"Dad please!" I started. "We were just..."

"Just what?"

"Doug listen," Mark began. 

Like me, my brother had also sat straight up in the bed pulling his arms away from me.

"You!" Dad pointed at Mark. "Get the fuck away from my daughter! Now!!" 

Mark jumped off the bed as if he had been spring loaded. As he did he put his hands up.

"Doug look I know this looks bad..."

"Oh I know what it fucking looks like alright!" 

Dad had reached the side of the bed where I was, but was staring straight at my bother. I sat up straighter and put my hand on his arm.

"Dad please we were watching TV and just fell asleep. We..."

I stopped as Dad pulled his arm away from me and looked down at me.

"Oh really? Then why is the damn remote still on top of the TV and not on the bed?"

"Doug..."

"Shut up Mark I'll get to you in a minute." 

I was scared, really scared. I looked up at Dad; my eyes wide and already filling up with tears.

"Dad we just we..." I had nothing. I was too nervous to think. Finally I whispered. "We were just sleeping together."

"Well I can see that Megan!" 

"Well sometimes we have bad dreams," It was partly the truth anyways. "And we get..."

"Oh please Megan." Dad said waving his hand disgustedly.

"Dad it's true, Mark..."

"Was all over you!" Dad shouted again. "I'm not an idiot Megan! If you were back to back or on opposite sides I'd think about it but that's not what I saw Megan his hand was up your fucking shirt and your half fucking dressed!"

I looked down at the skimpy tank top that was tight enough to show I wasn't wearing a bra and the shorts were cotton boy shorts barely more than panties, my brother hadn't really been paying attention to what he had put on me, but thank god it had been something. 

Looking up I saw dad had turned back to Mark who had come around to the foot of the bed so he was on my side but still a few steps away from dad. Mark was at least wearing a tank top and a regular pair of shorts, but you didn't have to look too hard to see he wasn't wearing underwear.

"Dad what are you trying to say?" I asked. The truth of course, but we couldn't admit it. Oh my god! I just kept thinking over and over. 

Without looking at me Dad faced Mark and in a quiet tone that scared me more than his previous yelling asked;

"Mark?"

"Yes sir?" 

"Are you fucking my daughter?"

"Dad!!!" I exclaimed. "What the hell are you talking about?" Desperation made it come out shrill enough to sound convincing or at least I hoped so.

"I'm not talking to you Megan." Dad said once again in that chillingly calm tone. "Not yet 

anyway."

Turning back to Mark he took a step towards him.

"You didn't answer me. Are you having sex with Megan Mark? You screwing around with my daughter you crazy little bastard?"

I didn't like dad's body language. My father was big guy and in his day not afraid to fight and he was pissed. Mark saw it too and had taken a nervous step backwards. 




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 14



"He's my brother for Christ's sakes!" I yelled hoping to get Dad to turn away from Mark. 

It worked Dad spun around quickly.

"I know he is! But I know what I just fucking saw Megan and what I saw screamed sex! He all but had your tit in his hand."

"Daddy." I whispered my lip trembling. It was an attempt to get him to soften up although the trembling lip was real; I was ready to start crying any minute now. "Please don't say that. That's crazy and I..."



I couldn't finish, I started sobbing. That stopped Dad in his tracks, he looked down at me and leaning over put his hand on my shoulder.

"Megan?" He asked softly.

I looked up at him tears flowing down my cheeks. I wanted Mom, where was she?

"Daddy?"

My father leaned down a little closer to me and looking me in the eye asked;

"Megan did he make you?" 

As I looked at him speechless Dad continued. 

"Did he force you to and your just covering? I won't be upset at you I promise I just need to know."

As my father's words slowly registered in my numb mind I shifted my eyes away from his trying to think of what to say. Before I could speak again I froze. Down on the floor next to the nightstand was the empty bottle of brandy; it had landed right next to the red crotch less panties. In a moment frozen in time I looked away from what would be the fatal evidence in time to see my father's eyes start to follow what I had been looking at. Simultaneously I saw my brother looking down at the same spot. Suddenly he yelled;

"What the fuck's wrong with you Doug?"

My father instantly turned towards my brother with that dangerous look back on his face. As soon as he did I leaned over quickly, and praying dad wouldn't turn right back grabbed the bottle, and panties shoving them under the bed.

"Don't you dare raise your voice to me!" 

"Well what the fuck Doug you're asking my sister if I fucking raped her. I think you're the crazy bastard!"

Mark delivered this convincingly; like me fear lending credibility to the lie and serving to draw my father away from me and that damn bottle. Well it worked maybe a little too well as Dad stormed right up to Mark who once again took a couple of steps back.

"Don't you walk away from me Mark!" Dad yelled following him. "You got fucking balls talking shit to me after what just happened."

"Nothing happened Doug! We were just lying there together."

My brother had taken a couple of more steps back and had run out of room his back touching the wall. Dad stopped barely a foot in front of him.

"That's not what I saw!"

"Nothing is what you saw!" Mark yelled again. "You saw me curled up with her Doug that's it(,) we weren't naked, we were sleeping."

"You had your..."

"Arm around her!" Mark snapped. "Just my arm Doug, I mean Christ do you hear yourself?"

"I'm warning you Mark you lower your voice when you speak to me."

"Bullshit! You're accusing me of hurting my sister I would never hurt my sister." Mark shook his head and his voice broke a little as he repeated, "Never, she's been hurt like that enough."

That stopped my father for a second. I wanted to help, but I was stuck there with nothing to say. I was also desperately scanning the room wondering where the hell the JD bottle was. Dad shook his head once again.

"I know that look Mark, you two looked way too comfortable, you..." He stopped his eyes widening and whispered;

"Oh my god this wasn't the first time was it?"

"That's it!" Mark screamed in my father's face. "I've fucking had it with this bullshit! You fucking hate me Doug you always have and you just want to think that way about me, that I'm crazy, that I'm sick well..."

"Enough!!" Dad yelled back. "I helped you Mark, I gave you a chance and this is how you repay me! You're screwing your sister you sick..."

"I am not fucking my sister!!!"

This time Mark yelled so loud dad stepped back. Oh shit! Mark had that look in his eyes. Finally snapping myself out of my trance I jumped off the bed and tried to grab dad's arm. My father yanked it away so hard I stumbled backwards.

"Stay out of this!" Dad yelled before turning back to Mark. Panicked I ran to the room door and opening it yelled;

"Mom! Mom I need you now!!!" I hoped she heard me as I went back into the room.

"Then tell me what that was Mark! Tell me and don't give me any bullshit, I..." As Dad spoke he had grabbed my brother's arm.

Mark swung his arm, backhanding my father's hand away from him.

"Don't you fucking touch me!!!"

"You fucking watch it Mark, I'm not afraid of you." Dad told him raising his hand again.

Oh my fucking god they were going to fight. Suddenly the look on Mark's face changed.

"Don't hit me!" He cried out putting his hands up in front of his face. "Please don't hit me, I'll be quiet, I'll..."

Dad froze. The doctors had said that Mark would say that all the time when he was younger because of what had happened with Max. As mad as he was that fact wasn't lost on my father who had lowered his hand and took a step back. 

"I'm not going to hit you Mark," He said in a quieter tone. "I just..."

"You want to know what you saw Doug?" Mark demanded as he lowered his arms. "You want to hear me say it Doug? You want me to admit it to you?"

"Damn straight I want to hear it!" Dad said. 

"Fine!" Mark snapped. "I'll tell you what you saw, I'll make you happy!"

Oh no, he wasn't going to tell? He hadn't snapped that badly had he?

"Mark..." I started.

"I'm scared okay Doug? I'm fucking scared. I have fucking nightmares every goddamn night and I wake up screaming and shaking. I have to sleep with candles in the room, that what you want to hear Doug? That I'm afraid of the dark? That I'm so fucking pathetic that sometimes the only time I can sleep is if my big sister lets me in her bed. That I need her to tell me it'll be okay?"

Mark was shouting this, but rather than sounding angry his voice was breaking with emotion as if he were ready to cry in frustration.

"Easy Mark," Dad said trying to put his hand on my brothers shoulder as he spoke, Mark pulled away from him.

"Yeah you were right Doug. It's all me. I come into my sister's bed sometimes and ask her if she'll hold me because I'm scared and sometimes she rolls over and I curl up behind her because I need to be close because I'm such a fucking loser!"

"What the hell is going on in here?" Mom demanded as she came running into the room. "There are people out in the damn hallway and I think someone called the desk!"

I ran over to mom and threw my arms around her so hard I almost knocked her down.

"Dad thinks..." I started and then the sobs came back and I was balling like a baby on my mother's shoulder.

As Mom held me, I heard her saying;

"Doug, what the hell are you two fighting about?"

Dad looked at her and hesitated either our performance had started to convince him or he was afraid to tell mom. My father was the type to keep anything that would upset her to himself. Despite the pounding in my head and the fear twisting in my stomach I realized I had a chance to get mom on our side first.

"Mom." I sobbed out.

"What honey?" She asked stroking my hair still completely confused.

"Please don't let him take my brother away from me, please!"

Mom turned and gently pushed me off of her shoulder so she could look at me.

"Megan why would your father want Mark to leave?"

Swallowing hard to hold back the sobs I choked out;

"Because he thinks Mark's making me have sex with him!"

With that I let loose an anguished wail and once again buried my head into my mother's neck.

"What?!" Mom exclaimed. "Doug what the hell is wrong with you?"

Not that after everything I have been through in my life I believe in God, but I owed something out there for my mother showing up just then and putting Dad on the defensive. After Mom had asked Dad if he was crazy he started to yell that he knew what he saw.

We were interrupted by the hotel manager who came in to see what the hell was going on. As I watched in surprise my mother calmly lied to the manager about there being a death in the family and everyone was a little high strung but everything was okay now. After a glance around the room the manager nodded and told mom if there was any more noise he would have to call the cops.

Mom then asked Dad to come back to their room and talk to her. Dad shook his head saying he wouldn't leave us alone to get our "story" together. After rolling her eyes Mom got Dad to sit down on the bed that hadn't been used, and Mark to sit in the chair. Staying next to me on the bed Mom asked Dad to tell her what happened.

As Dad told her how we had been in the same bed, how Mark had been "all over" me and just look at how I was dressed, I tried to watch Mom's face to see where she stood. To my indescribable relief Mom had shaken her head at Dad and although she agreed it might look a little bad, us being in bed together at our age but did he realize what he was really suggesting? How ridiculous it was never mind pretty sick.

Dad pointed out my clothing again, the fact that the other bed had never been touched and kept coming back to;

"You had to see it Denise, Christ we've been married twenty years and we don't look that comfortable."

Finally mom asked Mark what had happened. At first my brother hadn't answered, he was sitting there with that withdrawn deer in a headlight look that he had all the time when he first came to live with us. Fear of being hurt as well as his emotional outburst had caused him to resort to the only defense he knew from those years with Max; silence. 

Mom instantly saw this and went over to sit on the arm of the chair and putting her arm around his shoulders, she whispered soothingly to him. After a minute Mark leaned into her letting her hug him then sitting back up said softly;

"I told him that when I have nightmares Meg lets me sleep in her bed. I know I can't sleep in strange places so last night she said to just get in her bed so I would be okay. I had a nightmare anyways and didn't want to wake her up so I just," He shrugged. "Just got as close as I could to her."

He looked up at Denise and whispered;

"I'm sorry Denise, I didn't mean to start yelling but I would never hurt my sister, she's all I have."

At this point I think my brother should have stood up and thanked everyone at the academy for the award of best actor because he was playing my mother like a violin. This however caused my father to go off again asking my mother if she was buying this bullshit. Once again my lack of dress came up. 

Seeing that we had a chance my nerves had settled somewhat and I spoke up saying I hadn't expected to be sleeping in a room with anyone except Malory and didn't want to sleep in jeans or a skirt which was all I had. I told Dad that I figured I'd be under the covers and as far as Mark went, he had seen a lot more of me in the bikini last night and that he was my damn brother and didn't see me that way. I then started to cry softly again. I will admit to being able to generate crocodile tears at will, but at this point what was on the line was enough to have me ready at the drop of a hat. I then threw out;

"Please daddy, Mark loves me he would never hurt me."

Dad then got irrational again saying okay so Mark didn't force me he must have seduced me, made me feel bad for him. Mom once again told him to stop being ridiculous and bottom line it's not like you could prove anything one way or another. 

That's when Dad dropped the real bomb that set things off again. Saying that Mom was wrong; he could prove it. Standing up he told me to get dressed we were going to the emergency room and he was going to tell them I may have been assaulted and wanted me checked out. At that point I started crying hysterically and I wasn't faking. It wasn't the fact that the test would prove it. After all Mark had cum inside of me twice last night, but it was the memory that flashed into my head that set me off.

I was ten years old in the emergency room at Rhode Island hospital where I had been brought by the police after they had come to check out a report from the neighbor that I had told their daughter that my foster father "played rough with me." 

They had come at just the right moment as he had been at me and I was screaming and Frank had forgotten a window was open. I was still screaming and crying in the hospital. The female police officer who had brought me in was holding my hand and had her arm around me telling me it would be okay. It took two doctor's to open my legs to do a rape kit, and as they forced my legs open I screamed so much they had to sedate me.

I hadn't thought about it in a long time and hadn't had that nightmare since Mark and I had been sleeping together but it all came roaring back as vivid as the day it happened. I lost it. Pulling away from Mom I jumped up screaming at my father that I wouldn't go to please not hurt me. Without realizing it I was running for the door. Mom tried to grab me, but I pulled away. Up until that point Mark had been in that quiet withdrawn mode but as soon as I became hysterical he snapped out of it.

Moving unbelievably fast Mark leapt from the chair past my stunned father and caught me in four steps. Pulling me around to face him he wrapped his arms around me. I fought him for a minute then let myself go in his arms sobbing. As dad stood unsure what to do Mom came over and put her arms out to me. Mark let me go, but I hugged him again continuing to cry.

Apparently my taking Mark over my mother didn't sit well with Dad as he stepped forward and said in that quiet unnerving tone from earlier;

"Mark let her go."

I started crying harder, I heard Mom say my father's name but he wasn't listening.

"I said get your hands off of her Mark." 

This was said louder and there was pure menace behind it this time. Oh god I thought please just let this be a bad dream!

"No Mark please don't let him take me there!!!" I sobbed.

Mom came up behind me and putting her hands on my shoulders whispered in my ear that it would be okay. At that point Mark, still holding me with his left arm, turned me to the side away from my father.

"Megan's not going to the hospital," He said quietly. "I won't let you take her."

"You won't let me..." My father began incredulously.

"I won't let anyone hurt my sister Doug," Mark said. "Not even you."

"That's it Mark!!" My father shouted. "You're crazy ass can fucking walk home from here! Now get the hell out of my way!"

Dad stepped up to Mark and started to reach for me. In slow motion I saw Mark's hand start to come up they both froze as mom yelled;

"Doug that's enough!! How dare you threaten my daughter with that bullshit with all she's been through, I mean Jesus Christ what's wrong with you?"

I lifted my head off my brother's shoulder and stared in shock. In all the years I'd lived with her I had never heard my mother raise her voice to my father never mind swear like that. Dad stopped in his tracks staring at her.



"Don't turn this around on me Denise! Look at the two of them. He acts like he's her fucking boyfriend!"

"No Doug he acts like a brother who's seen his sister hurt enough. They act like family, you know family? The people that are supposed to stick up for each other? Not threaten them or accuse them of sick behavior?"

Mom had walked away from me and stood between us and dad. 

"You know what Doug? This conversation over! Now go back to our room and get the bags before we get arrested, we'll all talk at home."

After glaring at Mark for a minute Dad started to walk past then stopping turned and gently putting his hand on my shoulder said;

"I'm sorry honey I didn't mean to scare you."

I turned away from Mark and hugged my father who hugged me back then as he pulled away said to me quietly;

"That doesn't mean this is over Megan. I know what I saw, but you're mother's right we'll talk at home, in the meantime," Dad nodded his head towards Mark. "You keep your brother on a leash."

"Megan you alright?"

Once again Jack's voice brought me back to reality

"You don't look it." He said looking at me. "Damn your eyes are red."

"Not sleeping does that." I told him. So does crying, but I left that out. Jack shook his head and walked away he came back in a minute and put a shot in front of me.

"Telling you Megan what you need is some good old Captain Jack."

I looked at the shot thinking of what Mark had said.

"I don't like JD."

Jack Smirked.

"Good, because that's southern comfort, I was talking about the other shot of Jack you could use."

Was he full of himself or what? Before I could answer I heard from behind me;

"Captain Jack's a sinking ship. Let's go Meg."

I turned to see my brother standing behind me. He had come from work and was wearing jeans and a t-shirt over a long sleeved thermal that hugged his broad shoulders and upper arms quite well. The second thing I noticed was how red Marks eyes were. They were as bad as mine if not worse. Right now those bloodshot eyes were focused on Jack who was returning the glare. Once again I felt that aura of danger around my brother as if he were a fight waiting to happen.

"I don't know Mark. I waited on Krissy and her sister the other night and she seemed to like the view, gave me a big tip." He smirked. "Not as big as the one I could give her though, she is a pretty little thing."

"Don't be an ass Jack." I said getting up and turning to leave before Mark started up as I glanced at him however my brother looked surprisingly calm, he must be tired. 

"Hey Meg take your shot." Jack said.

"It's Megan." Mark said and with that picked up the shot and downed it. "And thanks for the drink."

"Christ Mark." Jack said lowering his voice to a whisper. "Watch out man you're not legal to..."

"And neither is my sister but you been pumping her full of drinks for the last two months haven't you? So you can pump her with something else you piece of shit!"

"Easy Mark." I grabbed his arm. "That's all over now, let's go."

Jack looked at me as I said that. Then looked back at my brother.

"Watch your mouth Mark, you're pretty good in the ring with those kids, but out in the street with a real man it's a different story."

"Then find me a real man to fight and we'll see." 

After saying that Mark let me lead him away by the arm, I could feel his muscles tensed. We walked outside and over to Mark's car; the huge black 1978 Buick Lesabre that my parents had gotten him for high school graduation that he was working on turning into a muscle car. Mark unlocked the door and held it open for me. After going around to the other side and getting in Mark started the car and headed up the street.

"Pull over." I told him.

Mark looked at me funny but shrugged and pulled over a few buildings down from Vinnie's. Instantly I slid across the seat and threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tight.

"Oh I miss you Mark!"

Mark turned in his seat and hugged me back just as hard.

"I miss you too Sis." He whispered in my ear. "I... I can't sleep and things just keep getting worse around the house. Doug's going to make me leave sis he's..."

"Shhh." I ran my fingers through his hair and just held him for a minute. 

There were people walking by looking in the car. I had been working here for a few years and a lot of people knew me. Reluctantly I let him go.

"Where are we going anyway?" Mark asked as he pulled back into the street.

"I don't even know." I said shaking my head.

"Do you have any money?" Mark asked. "I have twenty and there's a motel on Hartford that's only $40 we could go for a couple of hours."

"I'm broke." I told him. I had Vinnie bank my tips so I only got them once a week. I had money at home but we couldn't go there right now.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 14



"Okay." Mark said. Then pulling a u-turn drove back the way we came. I didn't ask where he was going I was just happy to be with him. Reaching down I grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight. Mark drove through Cranston to an old mill complex pulling around back he drove up to a set of rusted metal gates with a pad lock. Mark hopped out quickly and grabbed the padlock which fell open in his hand. After pushing the gate open Mark hopped back in the car, pulled it through and closed the gate behind him replacing the broken lock. I realized where we were; the flats it was called, a notorious make out spot for teenagers and where I'm sure Mark had brought Krissy before dad let him start "sneaking" her in.

. "I'm sorry this is pretty sleazy." He said looking genuinely upset. 

I smiled, my brother was so sweet sometimes, but we hadn't been together since the hotel and this nasty girl needed her little brother's cock in the worst way so I didn't give a shit where we were. I leaned over and kissed Mark hard grabbing the back of his head so he wouldn't pull away from me. There was no need, my brother responded with the same sense of urgency I felt. As he plunged his tongue into my mouth his hands were already undoing the top buttons of my blouse.

"Oh yes!" I groaned as his lips left mine to find my neck at the same time his left hand slid into the cup of my bra and found my nipple.

I dropped my right hand into his lap and started stroking his hard cock through his jeans. Mark had finished with the buttons and pushing me back against the door of the car pulled my bra down, allowing my tits to spring free. With a groan that sent a wave of heat through my pussy Mark attacked my nipple's sucking the left one into his mouth while his fingers found the right.

"Ohhh! Oh yeah, you miss your sister's tits little brother?"

"I miss all of you!" Mark said as he removed his mouth so he could suck on my other nipple.

I leaned back against the door panting as Mark worked my nipples, then moaned as his hand dipped under my skirt, through my stockings and panties and started rubbing my pussy.

"Damn," He whispered. "You soaked right through!"

"That's because your nasty big sister needs that big fucking cock of yours little brother."

Mark reached further up my skirt trying to get into the waistband of the stockings. I had a better idea, at least for now, as I wasn't kidding about needing some of that cock and right now where I wanted my little brother's cock was right between his big sister's made for cock sucking lips.

"We'll get those later." I told him as leaning forward I pushed him back over to his side and reaching down unsnapped his jeans.

"Put your seat back." I told him as I pulled his zipper down.

Mark pushed his seat back all the way and lifted his hips so I could tug his jeans and underwear down.

"Oh look at that cock!" I exclaimed.

Mark's huge dick was standing straight up and was already dripping. Wrapping my right hand around it I started jerking it off as I leaned over and kissed him. My brother let out a whimper as I started kissing his neck while stroking his throbbing cock. With my other hand I tugged on his shirt.

"Take this off."

Mark leaned up and stripped off the two shirts, as soon as he did I found his nipple with my mouth. I looked up, making sure my brother was getting a good look at the tip of my tongue flicking across his flesh. I winked then slowly trailed my tongue down his flat hard stomach and towards his swollen cock.

"Oh yeah sis." He groaned as I gave the tip of his cock a sweet little kiss.

"Yeah little brother? You want your big sister to give you a blow job in the car?" I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock getting a mouthful of his pre cum. "Only bad girls do those things." I looked up at him and winking said;

"Good thing for you your sisters a nasty girl."

Taking the tip of Mark's cock I slowly worked the length of it down my throat swishing my tongue around the entire time. Mark was breathing heavy and reaching down he grabbed a handful of my long black hair.

"Mmm mmm," I told him, the humming getting another groan out of him.

As I started bobbing my head up and down in a slow steady rhythm Mark kept his hand in my hair guiding my head up and down his twitching cock.

"Get on your knees Sis."

Keeping his cock in my mouth I pulled my long legs up onto the seat one at a time folding them under me until I was kneeling across the huge front seat. Mark reached across with his right hand, sliding it underneath my skirt and panties and slipped his finger into my pussy to get it wet then finding my clit began gently rubbing it.

"Oh damn that's nice." I said removing his cock from my mouth. "That's it little..."

I was cut short by Mark, using my hair as a handle, shoving my mouth back onto his cock. I opened wide as he pushed my head down to take the entire length. After holding me there for a minute he started slowly pulling my head up and down his cock. I relaxed letting him take control of how I sucked him. I kept my tongue moving at the same time sucking as hard as I could. I moaned as I realized Mark's finger was stroking my clit in the same rhythm he was moving my head. Keeping my right hand around his prick I reached my left underneath me and finding my nipple began to roll it between my finger tips.

Mark and I were both moaning, his hips were beginning to come off the seat to greet my more than willing mouth and I was starting to rock back and forth into his talented fingers. Mark let out one of those adorable little whimpers and I could tell he was holding back from really pumping his cock into my mouth. I pushed my mouth off of him long enough to look up at him and say;

"Go on little brother, you just go ahead shove that big fucking cock down my throat until you come, you let you sister take good care of you."

With that I put my mouth back on the tip of my brother's dick and waited. Taking his cue Mark resumed pumping my head up and down his cock, but faster and harder this time. I groaned in pleasure around his cock as he also sped up his fingers on my clit. Mark began moaning continuously, bringing his hips up to meet my mouth. As he pumped faster and harder my mouth was stretched to the limit and my eyes were beginning to water as my brother fucked my face. 

Just as I felt Mark's cock twitch in my mouth and the first shot of cum hit the back of my throat his fingers gave my clit a slight pinch and started shaking it back and forth. At that moment I gave my nipple a good hard pinch and started squealing around my brothers cock as my orgasm plowed through me. Mark was holding my head onto his cock so as I was moaning in pleasure I was still getting cum sprayed into my mouth. I heard myself making a whimpering gurgling noise that drove me wild oh you nasty fucking girl.

Mark let go of my head and I pulled it off of him letting a mouthful of cum out to splatter all over his cock. Damn that looked hot! Mark was leaning back against the seat panting. I sat up on my knees trying to catch my own breath.

"Damn I came hard." I told him. "I needed that."

Mark looked over at me and smiled.

"How about you hop in the back and take those damn stockings off?"

I didn't need to be told twice. I got out of the car with my tits hanging out of my blouse and quickly pulled everything off from under my skirt and after moving the seat climbed into the back. Mark had done the same thing stripping his jeans and underwear off in the cold winter air and getting into the back where, like I had, he got onto his knees. 

I leaned against the window and raising my legs put them up on his shoulders. I was going to try to sit up more as Mark couldn't quite angle his head down to my pussy, but before I could Mark slid his hands underneath me and cupping my ass in them lifted me up off the seat and directly into his eager tongue which he plunged deep into my steaming pussy.

I squealed in delight as Mark ran his tongue up and down the length of my incredibly slick pussy. Each time he reached my clit he would do a quick circle around it before giving it a quick suck then trail back down again. As unbelievable as it felt it looked pretty damn good too as Mark's arms were bulging with the effort of holding me up and his face was glistening, covered in his big sisters juices. Mark once again shoved his tongue inside of me and held it still. Taking the hint I started pumping my hips moving and sliding his rigid tongue in and out of my pussy.

"Oh hell yeah!" I exclaimed. "Look at you, tongue fucking your sister!"

Mark then slid lower and slid his tongue into my ass getting another high pitched squeal out of me.

"Ohh you are naughty little brother!"

Mark's tongue found its way back to my clit where he swirled it around in tight hard circles. Mark's hands were busy holding me up so I reached down and spread myself open for him.

"Oh that looks so good sis!" He told me as his tongue ran across my clit and between my fingers.

Mark sped up the circles and as my hips began thrusting harder he fastened his lips around my swollen clit and started sucking it in and out, in rhythm to my movements. I removed my fingers from my pussy so I could play with both of my hard pink nipples. Once again as I felt myself on the edge, I gave them a pinch; that little jolt of pain sending me over the edge. This time without a mouthful of cock to stop me I through back my head and screamed long and loud, my hips thrusting hard into my brother's face, the scream died down to a soft whimper as the last waves of pleasure flowed through me. I jumped and I moaned as Mark put his mouth on my pussy and sucking hard came away with a string of his sister's cum on the tip of his tongue, 

"Ohhh little brother." I said softly. 

Goddamn I think I had cum even harder that time. And Jack thought he could give me what he needed. Please, my brother was ten times the lover he was. Then again I thought with a smile he did have a great teacher. My thoughts were stopped short as Mark keeping my legs on his shoulders dropped my hips to the seat and coming forward drove his once again hard cock deep inside of me and started fucking the shit out of me. My pussy was so wet that there was a wet sucking sound each time he thrust himself in and out.

"Oh Fuck yeah!!" I cried out as Mark hammered away at me.

I lifted my legs off his shoulders and placed my feet flat against the roof of the car(,) my red toe nails and Ivory skin looking incredibly sexy on the black upholstery. Not as sexy as my brother however. Even though it was winter the heat was cranked up in the car and with the sexual Olympics we had been having Mark was covered in sweat, making the muscles in his chest and arms stick out even more. Reaching out I put the palms of my hands on his chest and started caressing his flesh running them down across his flat hard stomach then back up where I gave his nipples a playful pinch.

Mark took his feet and pushed them against the window(,) lifting himself off the seat and holding himself in the air like that continued to drive himself into me. Holy fucking shit! I thought as I looked at the muscles in his thighs and calves bulge along with his forearms and biceps. Jesus Christ he's strong, as even in that position he was fucking me hard enough to get a yelp out of me with each thrust. After another few pumps Mark dropped back down to his knees and pushing my legs back even further delivered several unbelievably hard thrusts.

"Oh my fucking god!" I screamed as my brother pounded the shit out of my poor little pussy.

Mark drove into me several more times before letting out that little whimper again and filling his big sisters pussy with another amazing amount of hot cum. Mark looked down at me sweat dripping from his face. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him down into me.

"Come here little brother." I said softly.

Mark let his weight go and slid his arms underneath me. I lowered my legs but kept them around his waist completely wrapping him up into my body. We laid there holding each other tightly Mark was still breathing heavy in my ear and I could feel his heart pounding against my chest.

"Easy baby." I whispered as I started playing with his hair.

"I missed you Sis." 

"Me too little brother that's why I had to call, Mark I had to. I needed you bad."

"Yeah well this feels great but we gotta get dressed." Mark said pulling himself away from me.

As much as I hated to let him go, I certainly wasn't going to argue with him especially after last weekend's scene at the hotel. I was pretty much still dressed so it only took me a minute to pull my bra back over my tits and button my blouse.

I watched shaking my head as Mark opened the car door and stood out there completely naked on a twenty degree day and slowly got dressed. I have to say the steam coming off of his powerful body looked amazing. I would have to use it in a painting sometime. Mark finished dressing and after tossing my panties and stockings back to me reached into the glove compartment and removed something I couldn't see. Mark climbed into the back seat with me.

"I'll tell you what I think I missed more than that," Mark said. As he spoke he put his back up against the back window and after sliding one of his legs along the length of the seat put his arms out. "Come here Sis." He said softly.

Oh god how I needed that! I turned around in the seat and slid backwards until I was between Mark's legs and my back was against his chest. I slid down a little more so the back of my head was resting in his shoulder. Mark wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed the side of my neck. Oh this felt so good! I put arms on top of his and sighed settling back into him.

"Shit," Mark said. "Hold on." He removed his arm and picked something up off the seat and put it in front of me. It was the timer he used when he worked out.

"What time you say you were working until?"

"Six." 

As amazing as it was I already felt drowsy between the incredible sex and how good Mark felt I knew I would sleep.

Mark set the timer for ninety minutes then putting it down on my lap wrapped his arms back around me.

I closed my eyes and was almost out when Mark whispered;

"Meg?"

"Yeah Mark?"

"I... I think your father's going to tell me to leave."

"We don't know that Mark. Mom said she'd work on him and the longer it goes I think the better I mean he would have done it right away if he didn't have doubts."

"Yeah or we all made him feel like he was wrong."

"It'll be okay Mark." I squeezed his arm reassuringly although I wasn't all that sure myself things would be okay.

"You're all I have Meg." Mark said in a tone that brought the tears back again.

I didn't answer right away. Partly because I really didn't know what to say, but mostly because I was so tired I couldn't think straight. As much as I wanted to say something comforting I needed to sleep, get my head clear and go from there. As if reading my mind Mark whispered;

"I'm so tired sis."

"Then go to sleep little brother." I said softly.

I waited to see if he would say anything else but within a couple of minutes Mark's breathing slowed and deepened in my ear and I knew he was asleep. Closing my own eyes I could already feel myself drifting. Four days of fear and stress were forgotten as I wiggled myself back a little more nestling into Mark's chest even more. Suddenly everything felt like it was okay just as I knew it would.

I awoke with a start as the watch began beeping in my lap. I hit the button then taking a deep breath I held it for a moment before slowly exhaling. Damn that was a fast hour and a half. I must have gone right out. I didn't even dream about the hotel as I had the past few nights. More importantly I didn't have the other dream the one that had been plaguing me all week, and up until a year or so ago a good part of my life. Of course the reason for that was lying behind me holding me in his arms. On that note I realized Mark was still sleeping I can't imagine how exhausted he must be to sleep through an alarm, like myself a pin dropping could wake my brother.

Looking down at the watch I saw it was 5:30. We should be going so I could get to Vinnie's in time to pretend I left at six, god knew my father probably had the route home timed out. After listening to my brother's steady breathing in my ear and enjoying how good it felt to be close to him again. I figured screw it and set the watch for another half hour. I didn't think I would fall back but the last thing we would need is to fall asleep and wake up in the middle of the night. Besides this way Mark could sleep a little longer, I'm sure he had been getting less sleep than me as he wasn't getting any "help" like his big sister was. 

On that note I frowned, the last three nights I had told myself I wouldn't drink to fall asleep, but each night I had given in, just as I had given into Jack's offering it to me after work every day. I didn't want to but it really did make me feel better. After years of doing very well leading a normal life with parents who truly loved me and of course my beautiful little brother who loved me in every way, I had begun to feel that old empty feeling coming back, that feeling that no one else except Mark seemed to understand. The only time it seemed to go away was if I was with my brother or if I took the edge off with drinking. Gently moving Mark's hands from around my waist I sat up.

Mark opened his bloodshot eyes for a moment then closed them again as I gently caressed his cheek. My brother made that adorable little cooing sound and turned his head into the seat. I wasn't sure if he had ever really woken up. Looking at him I wondered what would happen if my brother was no longer around to be there for me. What if dad threw him out who would I turn to? As watched my brother sleep, I knew that I would have to find away to convince my father to let Mark stay. My little brother needed me. Although as I leaned forward and rested my head on his chest I was beginning to realize not nearly as much as his big sister needed him.



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 15



It was Thursday night and I was in my room painting frantically. There was really no other way to describe it. When inspiration was upon me I painted at a rapid pace that had a couple of my instructors shaking their heads, not only at how well the paintings would come out but how I managed to do it so quickly without the painting becoming a mess.

I was only using a half a dozen colors for this one and a brush for each. When I switched I would simply drop one and pick up the other barely looking at the easel and when I'd start slapping the paint on it would splatter, as soon as it did however I would hit it with another brush and quickly blend it in. Because most of my paintings were very dark and I figured creatures of the night would never allow themselves to be fully seen and the odd colored shading and blurred figures added to the effect of my nightmarish landscapes. 

I finished adding red eyes to several of the demonic figures on the canvas, using savage jabs with the narrow brush which, rather than leaving them with perfectly shaped red eyes it appeared that they were glowing unevenly from their shadowy faces. When I painted like this I splattered quite a bit so I was wearing only a ripped tank top that barely went down past my tits and a pair of panties. Let dad come in now and he'd see why I liked to lock my door I thought to myself.

Finishing the eyes I dropped the brush and reaching over grabbed the bottle of coke from the table next to me. I took a couple of swallows closing my eyes and smiling as the alcohol spiked soda left a warm happy trail down my throat. When I looked back at the picture it was blurring. I sighed, putting the bottle down, blinked and shook my head. Between the liquor and not having slept since early last night I could feel myself getting light headed. Good maybe after another drink or two I could sleep. Last night had been a rough one and could have very well been the last night my brother spent in our house.

When Mark had brought me back to Vinnie's a little after six Jack was waiting outside by my car smoking a cigarette. After warning Mark to behave I gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him I would see him at home in a little while. I wished I could have given him a real kiss good bye but Jack was watching. 

When I got out of Mark's car and walked over to him Jack said that he had waited for me because he wanted to tell me my father had stopped by looking for me. I felt suddenly nauseous. Once again I should have listened to my brother. Mark had mentioned Dad stopping by to check on me and he had been absolutely right! Now Dad would think I was with Mark. I would have to call Mitch's to see if Dad had gone there as well, oh my god I had fucked up again! All this had raced though my head in an instant I simply looked at Jack speechless.

Noticing the instant look of panic on my face Jack said he had told him that the driver had called out sick and since we were dead they had sent me in the van to do some delivery's. I thanked him and Jack then told me that my father had asked if Mark had been coming around. Once again surprisingly Jack had covered saying that he had seen Mark in here with Krissy the day after Christmas but that was it.

Jack said dad seemed to believe him then handed him $20 and gave him his work number and said to call him if Mark showed up looking for me. This was getting worse by the day. My father was convinced he was right and he was going through any length to prove it. If Jack hadn't covered for us when we had got home Mark's bags would have been packed or worse the police might have been there, as on one of his rants just before we left the hotel my father had said he would get a restraining order against my brother.

Mark was in pre law and told me Dad couldn't do that but it showed not only how far my father would push this but that he still seemed to think my brother was forcing me into something. The ironic thing was, besides the fact dad was right about us in general, was the fact that I was the one who instigated it, coming into my brother's bedroom that night six months ago and seducing him.

I thanked Jack again and this time gave him a hug. Jack put his arms around my waist and returned the embrace whispering in my ear how good I felt. I was no fool; Jack hadn't covered out of the kindness of his heart. He was looking to get back in my good graces as well as my pants, but still I was grateful and told him so, even giving him a kiss. Jack smiled and told me he wouldn't rat my brother out but was wondering what the hell Mark had done as my father hadn't seemed to happy. I shrugged and told him it was a long story. Jack's smile then got bigger and he said when I was off my punishment he could clear a night for me to tell him. 

Being smart enough to play the game and keep Jack's loyalty I told him that I would let him take me out to dinner next week to make things up to me, but only dinner. Jack had kissed my hand and told me thank you. He then frowned and commented on how nervous I looked, did I want to come in for a drink? I told him no I had to get going. Besides I had taken enough stupid chances already the last thing I needed was to show up buzzed. 

When I arrived home I bit the bullet and told Dad that Jack had said he'd stopped by and asked if anything was wrong. Dad shrugged and told me he was checking up on me. I had asked if he had swung by Mitch's. At that Dad had shaken his head and said he really didn't care where Mark was as long as he wasn't with me. I felt another of those sinking feelings go through my stomach, this did not sound good for my brother. Mom however snapped at my father telling him not to talk like that. Dad rolled his eyes and we finished dinner in silence. When he finished Dad kissed mom and thanked her for dinner like he did every night before he went into his den to watch the news and read the paper.

The other part of the ritual was to also give me a kiss as well and tell me goodnight in case I went upstairs and he didn't see me again. I watched as Dad walked past me and started to leave the dining room. I put my head down sadly. Up until this point all I had been worried about was Mark and I being separated. Now however it hit me that it had also affected my father's relationship with me. I had always been his little girl and despite his tough old school demeanor he had always eaten it up and loved being affectionate with me. I heard Mom clear her throat and a moment later felt my father come up behind me and putting his hands on my shoulders kissed the top of my head.

"Good night hon," He said softly.

Before he could move his hands I put my hands up grabbing his and holding them. Dad moved his arms around my shoulders and hugged me.

"Dad..." I began.

"We'll talk Friday night Megan, when I get home, not before."

Dad let me go and left the room. I looked up at mom with tears in my eyes. She reached across the table and took my hand for a minute and told me not to give up that she was still working on it just keep doing what we were supposed to. 

Mark showed up a few minutes later and I stayed at the table while mom heated up his dinner. Mark sat and ate listlessly, he looked more tired than when I had seen him a few hours ago. I noticed his hand shaking as he ate and his leg was tapping constantly. Mom asked him if he had taken what the doctors had given him to sleep and he mumbled something about no but he would tonight. That was a lie my brother hated medication, like me he never wanted to be put in a place where he might not be able to wake up right away. Having spent two years being assaulted at night I understood completely.

I had hoped that after having spent some time with Mark, which had included two amazing orgasms as well as a nap in his arms that I would be able to sleep that night. I did fall asleep around ten, but woke up from a nightmare I couldn't remember the details of I just knew I felt scared and uneasy. I laid there for awhile then giving up set up my easel and putting a blank canvas up started painting. Apparently Mark couldn't sleep either as a few minutes later I heard three small thumps, then again a minute later. Mark had a dart board in his room and all I heard all week long was the sound of the darts hitting the board.

I became absorbed in my painting, blocking out huge areas of grey where I would put the ghoulish figures that populated my paintings then leaving a space in the middle for something what I wasn't sure yet but it would come to me. When my stinging eyes made me stop, I got up and went into the bathroom. I could still hear Mark tossing the darts. I looked at the door longingly. Less than ten feet from where I stood was my brother's bed where I would give anything to be right now. I knocked softly on the door and Mark opened it a few inches.

"Megan we can't." He said simply.

I nodded and poking my head through the door kissed him gently on the lips.

"Good night my beautiful little brother." I whispered.

Mark smiled sadly and said;

"Sweet dreams my sister."

I went back and lied down to no avail. There was a fifth of brandy between my mattress and box spring but I forced myself to roll over away from it. I would not give in tonight. As a reward for my holding off I fell asleep sometime around 4 am and slept to a whopping 7am. Today had been a long one. They only needed me at Vinnie's until 2 and after yesterday I wasn't taking any chances. I had come right home and been painting and drinking ever since. Tomorrow was the day, and there was no way I was not going to sleep tonight. I had also noticed that even my painting flowed better when I had a bit of a buzz.

I had slowed down an hour or so before dinner then ate quickly in silence and went back upstairs where I now sat staring at the canvas. The painting was of a large room where every dark corner was populated by some type of demonic creature crawling out of the darkness and reaching for the center of the room, they were coming from the floor and ceiling as well, each stretching their long claw tipped arms out towards the two figures kneeling in a small circle of light in the center of the room. The figures were on their knees hugging, trying to protect each other.

The figures were my brother and I. 

I had painted us small but the resemblance was there I had even managed to dot my eyes with a sky blue color. The border of the painting had been done last night and was dry. Picking up a black sharpie I wrote in the corner; Demons of the past. Underneath with a flourish I signed De Costa. I jumped at a knock on the door. Mom poked her head in and told me that she and dad were running out for a couple of hours to go to a wake. It was Thursday so Mark was working the bar and wouldn't be home until one. When Mom left the thought crossed my mind to call Mark and see if he could come home, but I had learned my lesson with yesterday's near miss.

With a sigh I went into the bathroom and took a shower scrubbing the paint off of my face, chest and everywhere else it had ended up. As I stood there in the steam, the hot soapy water running down my body I closed my eyes envisioning my brother in here with me. Standing behind me slowly shampooing my hair, his hands would then caress my shoulders before reaching around and fondling my tits. At that thought my own hands reached up and cupped them, my fingers making slow circles over my erect nipples. My breath picked up as I slid my right hand down past my stomach reaching my smooth wet pussy I slipped my middle finger inside. I let out a low moan and reaching my other hand down started stroking my clit. I leaned against the wall playing with myself. Then stopped and listened, I swore I heard the downstairs door.

Shutting the water off I tossed on my robe without bothering to dry off and going back into my bedroom looked out my window which overlooked the driveway. Mom's small Toyota was there, but they had taken Dad's car. I shrugged must be hearing things. I went into the bathroom and dried off then slipped on a tank top and a pair of shorts to sleep in and went back in my room and froze; I had just heard a creek on the steps that led up to the hall. More than a little nervous now I ran over to my bedroom door and locked it wincing at the loud click it made. I had a phone in my room and thought about calling the police but didn't want to look like a fool in case there really was no one there. Leaning my head against the door I listened carefully then jumped and let out a startled yelp as someone knocked on the door right where my head was.

"Hey Meg it's just me." 

It was Mark!! I laughed out loud in relief. Not just relief but joy. Mark must have known the folks were going to the wake and had left work to be with his big sister. I hurriedly unlocked the door and opened it. Mark was leaning against the wall opposite my door. He was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans both were snug enough to not only show what he had on top but below as well. Damn did I want some of that.

I smiled at him and stepping into the hallway reached out to put my arms around him. Mark got a funny look on his face, his eyes darting to the side. I stopped and turned to look towards his room. Krissy was standing there.

"Hey Megan." She said looking a little nervous as she always did when she knew that I knew she was going to be in my brother's bed. I managed a small wave then looked at Mark who avoided my gaze. I was pissed. How dare he sneak her over when he knew I needed him. Probably sensing my thoughts he looked at Krissy and said;

"I'll meet you in there in a couple of minutes okay beautiful?"

"Okay." Krissy said then after giving Mark a wink and sexy little smile said;

"Don't keep me waiting baby."

Once she went into his room. I stepped back into mine and he followed.

"Mark are you crazy?" I asked him. "She's not supposed to be here!"

"I know Meg," He said. "But I knew they were leaving, my car's at Mitch's and if they stop in Cynthia's going to tell them I went with Mitch to work the door at Baby head. Trust me Doug's not going down there." 

Baby head was a punk slash goth club that Mitch was part owner of and Mark worked there as a bouncer once in awhile when they were going to have a big crowd. Mark was probably right but still why wouldn't he come home to me? Didn't he know how bad I needed him? Mark was still speaking;

"I had Krissy park around the block and we walked over."

"Mark," I shook my head. "If you get caught..."

"Doug will be glad it's Krissy in there and not you." He said.

"Yeah well speaking of," I looked up at him pouting. "Why isn't it me?"

"Look sis," He started but I cut him off.

"Why wouldn't you want to spend the time with me Mark? You love Krissy more than your big sister?" 

As I said this I could feel my eyes starting to fill up. Why was I so damn emotional lately?

"Of course not," Mark said coming forward and hugging me close to him. "But after yesterday Meg, I can't take a chance."

"And Krissy's not taking a chance?"

"They think I'm not going to be home until after one. We're going to..." He shrugged. "You know fool around then I'm going to set the alarm for a few hours from now and sneak her out the back like I always do."

"What if Dad checks the door?" I asked as I held myself tightly against him.

"All he does is turn it to see if it's locked, he hasn't come in." He pulled away so he could look at me.

"Besides I...I need to sleep sis. I'm so fucking tired and tomorrow's the day and I just I need her Megan I need this."

I started to cry.

"And you don't need me?"

"More than anything sis but not tonight, we can't, please Meg."

His eyes were so bloodshot you could barely see any white around his pupils and I could feel his hands trembling on my shoulders.

"Megan you know you're exactly what I need but..."

I realized I was being selfish. I still wanted him with me but I understood how desperate he was and he was right. God forbid he snuck into my room and we fell asleep and dad caught us.

"I just don't want you to get in trouble." I said hugging him again.

"I won't but Meg?"

"What?"

"Speaking of trouble; be careful sis because I can smell your breath five feet away."

"Yeah well, I don't have anyone I can sleep with so I guess I just have to do what I can." I said bitterly.

"Meg please..."

"Go little brother." I told him pushing him out the door. "Go fuck your little Krissy and curl up with her while your sister cries herself to sleep."

Before he could respond I slammed the door in his face and locked it. I walked over and lied down on my bed ignoring him as he called my name. After a couple of minutes I heard his bedroom door open and shut. I lied there and did cry for a few minutes. It should be me in there with Mark not her, it wasn't fair. But Mark was right nothing had worked out for us this week and we were both exhausted and would fall asleep and dad would catch us.

After a couple of minutes my tears dried up and I pulled the sheet over myself. I lied there thinking by now Mark had Krissy naked and they were fucking. Mark would be going easy with her like he always did, then they would cuddle up and Mark would sleep, maybe. He had said before that he couldn't always with her only with me. Realizing that I had left the door locked I got up and unlocked it in case dad tried it later and remembering what Mark said brushed my teeth and rinsed with mouthwash before going back to my bed.

I found myself thinking of my brother with Krissy; envisioning Mark on top of her, playing with her huge tits, and licking that sweet little pussy reminded me that I was horny earlier. Reaching over to the nightstand I removed the slim purple vibrator from the drawer and opening my legs slid it up inside of my wet pussy and turned it on. I groaned and closing my legs to hold it in, started playing with my clit with my right hand while my left found my nipple. I closed my eyes once again picturing Krissy on Mark's bed, her legs spread, and his face buried between her legs. I came hard, biting my lip to hold back my squeals and removing my hand from my tit I started working the vibrator in and out of my pussy in time with the thrusting of my hips.

I sighed and putting the toy back in my drawer laid there and hoped to go to sleep. A minute later I heard Krissy let out a long loud moan from the other side of the bathroom. I needed to sleep. Now. Sitting up I grabbed the bottle of rum laced coke and chugged the rest of it. I closed my eyes as I felt my head spin. Putting the bottle down I picked up Scooby Doo and rolling over on my side hugged him close to me.

"Good night my beautiful little brother." I whispered into the darkness and closed my eyes.

I woke up suddenly quickly sitting up and just as quickly brought my hand to my head, which felt like it was going to pop. I felt incredibly light headed and as I took a few deep breaths realized I was probably drunk. A quick glance at the clock showed 9:30 I had fallen asleep around 8. I had gone out like a light, what had woke me up? Reaching over I turned on the small reading lamp on the nightstand. Then Dad's voice came through from the other side of the bathroom.

"I can't believe you Mark! How dare you disobey me and bring her in here!"

Oh my god!! Dad had found Krissy. I jumped out of my bed and put my robe on. I didn't know what I could say or do but I had to help my brother. I heard dad yell again. I thought I heard Mark's voice but it sounded as if he were talking not yelling. I was just crossing the room when I heard a knock on the bathroom door. I stopped and opening it found myself face to face with Krissy, who I realized was completely naked holding her clothes in front of her.

"Oh Megan!" She exclaimed. 

The poor thing was beet red and looked scared as hell. I stepped away from the door and as she came in she quickly turned to the side so I couldn't see her back. Little did she know I had seen a lot more than her ass.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 15



"Are you alright hon?" I asked closing the door.

Krissy shook her head.

"What happened?"

Krissy swallowed hard then said;

"The alarm went off so I got up and was getting my clothes together when I heard the doorknob rattle. I stood there and then the door opened and your father started to come in. I was near the bathroom so I just ran in, but he must have seen me, and of course Mark was still on the bed and he wasn't dressed and your dad started yelling. I came in here because I was afraid he'd come into the bathroom and I'm..."

All this had come out so quickly I could barely understand her.

"It's okay Krissy." I lied, well for her it would be, my brother would be another story.

"Here," I told her pointing at the bed. "Why don't you go over there and get dressed real quick." 

With that I turned my back so she could go over there without being embarrassed. My stomach was churning. Mark was fucked, there was no way dad was going to let him stay after this. Even Mom would have a hard time defending this. I closed my eyes and tried to think. My head was fuzzy. I was upset but not as much as I would have thought, those drinks really did do wonders. I opened my eyes still trying to think of what I could say to my father. Maybe I could...

My thoughts suddenly trailed off as I looked up into the dresser mirror and saw Krissy behind me getting dressed. She had put her clothes on the bed and was standing there completely naked. Once again I found myself staring at her body; her long curvy legs, tanned skin and those amazingly full tits. Krissy slipped her panties on and pulled them up, as she did she turned slightly and I got a good glimpse of her round firm ass. The panties were purple lace and left the cheeks of her ass wide open. Rather than her bra Krissy pulled her jeans on next and as she bent over my eyes were glued to her tits hanging down and the fact that her rose colored nipples were erect.

I started to feel warm all over and my breathing became heavier as I continued to stare at Krissy's reflection. As Krissy picked up her bra and turned to face me, I got another great look at those incredible tits and imagined my brother sucking on them. I was getting wet. What the hell was wrong with me? Mark was in trouble and I was checking out his girlfriend. I... yes I was checking her out. The first time I had seen her it had turned me on but that's because she was with my brother but now as I watched her put her bra on I realized that she really was turning me on. 

Krissy reached for her shirt but sat on the bed instead and started sobbing. I was torn, I could still hear dad bitching at Mark although he wasn't yelling as loud, I wanted to help, but there was nothing I could do, as a matter of fact if I went in there and dad started on me it might get Mark going again.

"Krissy you okay hon?" I asked her.

Deciding that trying to get in the middle of Mark and my father would only make things worse I walked over to where she was sitting. Krissy looked up at me; tears running down her cheeks.

"I knew I shouldn't have come here tonight Megan, I knew it! But Mark's been so nervous and he said it would help him sleep and he needed me I just wanted to help!" 

She wiped at her eyes then added;

"I still don't even know why your dad wants him out. But I guess it was pretty bad and now he's in more trouble and..." She sobbed. "He even asked me a couple of days ago if I knew anywhere he could stay, if anyone at school needed a roommate, he has nowhere to go Megan!"

"My mom won't let that happen Krissy." I told her trying to convince myself as well as Krissy that it was true.

Krissy nodded and sighing went to pick up her pink shirt from the bed. Dropping it she put her head in her hands and started crying even harder than before. I sat on the bed next to her and putting my arm around shoulders pulled her towards me. After a moment's hesitation Krissy leaned into me.

"It isn't just this Megan," Krissy sobbed out. "It's everything, Mark's changing he's not the same person anymore!"

"What do you mean?"

Krissy closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths trying to calm down enough to talk. As she did I removed my arm from around her shoulders and started gently rubbing the middle of her back. Her skin was soft and smooth. As I waited for Krissy to start to talk I glanced down and found myself staring down at her chest. Krissy must have known she was going to be with Mark tonight as the bra was all lace and her nipples could be clearly seen through the flimsy material. What was going on here? I had never been attracted to women. My thoughts were interrupted as Krissy speaking haltingly in between little gasping sobs told me about Mark.

"He used to be so shy and sweet, and he still is when were alone, but when he's around other people he's not like that. He's cocky, he's nasty, he flirts with any girl that looks at him and that's pretty much all of them and he knows it. He told a guy at a party right in front of me that they all want him."

"Well he used to be afraid to even talk Krissy, now he's getting attention, he'll get over it." I told her even though I knew it wasn't the truth.

"Yeah well what about the tournaments? He's toying with these guys then trying to hurt them, he almost gets in a fight every time we're out and he keeps talking about all that Levay bullshit, how we're not all equal and some are better than the others and he's one of them. He calls the kids at school "the herd". Keeps talking about how he's going to take what he wants." 

Krissy stopped for a minute. I sat quietly I had nothing to say hell I was the one who had taught him those things. Krissy took a breath then continued;

"And his eyes Megan when he looks at people sometimes, when he doesn't know I'm watching him. They're dead Megan, they're like doll eyes, like whoever he's looking at doesn't matter and when it looks like there's going to be trouble he starts to smile, but to himself like it's some kind of joke." She sobbed again and put her head in her hands; 

"I don't know how much longer I can try Megan, I don't love that Mark and the one I did is hardly around anymore."

As she spoke I switched from rubbing her back to lightly running my fingers through her long dirty blonde hair. Krissy didn't seem to care so I kept doing it, enjoying the feel of her silky hair against my hand and along my arm.

"Megan?" Krissy asked turning to look at me.

"What hon?"

"If I say something will you promise not to tell Mark?"

"Of course." This was probably a lie, but I wanted to hear what she was going to say.

"Mark's been... well he's been," Krissy put her head down and whispered;

"He's been getting rough with me."

"He's hitting you?" I asked shocked. I'd kick his ass myself. After what I had been through I would never let my brother hurt a woman.

"No of course not, but you know during sex he's been rough."

I looked at her questioningly.

"He holds my arms down and covers my mouth; sometimes he bends me over things and tells me to tell him I don't want it. He's scaring me Megan." She shook her head. "I don't know what to do."

Once again Krissy started to cry this time she leaned into my shoulder and with one hand still in her hair I turned her towards me and put my other arm around her shoulder. As Krissy sobbed quietly I thought of what she said, recalling how Mark had pinned me down in the hotel and the look on his face. I also remembered how much I had loved it. I started to slowly rub Krissy's shoulder once again marveling at how soft her skin was. I also noticed how sexy her tanned flesh looked under the ivory skin of my hand as well as how good my deep red nails looked trailing across her shoulder.

I bent my head and kissed Krissy on the top of the head whispering;

"It'll be okay honey everything will work out."

Krissy nodded and lifted her head up. She was still looking down but her face was off my shoulder. I pulled her closer to me and put my face against hers. As I felt her soft tear streaked cheek against mine I slid my face down just a bit finding myself all but nuzzled into her neck. The scent of Krissy's perfume filled my nostrils; I could also detect just a hint of my brother's cologne. Turning my head I again found myself looking down Krissy's bra at the smooth tanned swelling of her tits and those beautiful rose-colored nipples poking through the lace.

Did I just use the word beautiful? I felt as if I wasn't in control of myself. This was my brother's girlfriend; sweet little Krissy whom I'd known since she was 9. Yet another part of me was excited. I felt warm and flushed, my fingers were trembling as they caressed Krissy's bare shoulder and I once again felt myself getting wet. I was drunk I had to be, but if I was would I know I was? All thoughts were taken away as not even aware I was going to do it I lifted my head and kissed Krissy on the cheek.

I did it quickly and she gave me a little smile. She really was adorable, definitely sexier than she used to be but still very cute. Krissy was the kind of girl you wanted to hold and tell everything would be okay. Just like I was doing except I began to want to do more. I kissed her on the cheek again except this time I did it slowly and let my lips linger for a moment. I could taste the salt of her tears, but the warm flesh under my lips felt soft and inviting. Krissy smiled again but this time it seemed a little forced. I turned slightly into her and felt my nipple brush against her tit. I wasn't wearing a bra and the cotton tank top was quite thin. 

I let out a surprised gasp at how good it felt. I turned again causing my nipple to brush back across the lace of her bra. Krissy looked up at me;

"Megan I..."

"It'll be okay." I told her and hugged her with both arms causing her tits to press into mine. Krissy put her head on my shoulder and whispered;

"You think so?"

"Oh I know so." I said softly in her ear. "Just fine." I added as I let my hands caress the warm flesh of her back.

Krissy's neck was right at my lips. I was once again overwhelmed by the whole thing, the smell of her perfume, the feeling of her large full tits pressed against mine, and that smooth tanned flesh right in front of me; the same flesh my brother had tasted for the last few months. I gently placed my lips on her neck and gave her the tiniest of kisses. Krissy sat up and looked at me funny. I returned her stare my ice blue eyes meeting her soft brown ones. Krissy looked as if she wanted to say something but didn't know what. As we continued to stare at each other I slid my arms from her shoulders and down her sides as I did my hands lightly grazed the sides of her tits. 

Her eyes widened slightly, but mine remained steady, unblinking, I had never lost a stare down and for whatever reason could go a very long time without blinking earning me the nickname of Medusa amongst some of the kids at school. I slowly started to lean forward towards Krissy, who was still staring into my eyes as if frozen, my breathing had picked up and I noticed her full chest was heaving more as well; nervous or turned on? It didn't matter, as I was both as well. As I got closer I cocked my head to the side and parted my lips.

"Umm Megan?" Krissy said softly.

I ignored her. At this moment nothing else mattered, not my brother and father arguing in the other room, even my mother's voice joining the argument didn't register fully, right now nothing else seemed to matter except Krissy's full lips which were now mere inches from mine. Krissy looked like she wanted to move but couldn't like a mouse to a snake she was all but hypnotized by my stare. Krissy had placed her hands on my arms but she wasn't pushing away, I pulled her towards me and as I did I swear her head turned slightly as if welcoming the kiss. I closed my eyes and just as I felt my lips start to brush hers there was a loud knock at the door.

We both let out startled yelps. The spell now broken Krissy pulled away from me. She was looking at me strangely and I felt myself blush. What the fuck was that? I thought feeling as if the spell had broken for me as well.

"Sorry..." I started. "I was just trying too..." 

I had no idea where I was going to go with this and it was a relief when there was another knock and my father called through the door;

"Megan is Krissy with you?"

"Yeah, but hold on a sec."

I walked over to the door and waited until Krissy had slipped her shirt on before opening it. Dad was standing there still wearing the black suit from the wake. As soon as he came in Krissy stood up, once again starting to cry and said;

"I'm so sorry Mr. Hanson I know I shouldn't have been here, we were just..."

My father put his hands up in a "calm down" gesture and said;

"It's okay Krissy I'm not upset at you. I've told Mark it's okay for you to be here sometimes as long as I don't see or hear anything, but he knew damn well you weren't supposed to be over here for awhile."

Dad seemed surprisingly calm. Then again he had always loved Krissy. I mean didn't everybody? After all she was just the cutest little thing. I blinked at that. Why was I pissed at her? My father continued speaking;

"In case you're wondering there was a detour on the way home, I saw your car and knew you'd be here. I'm not mad at you hon."

"Thank you Mr. Hanson!" Krissy exclaimed looking relieved. Then looking putting her head down asked;

"Are you going to tell my dad?"

"No, Krissy but I am going to take you to your car and follow you home to make sure you get there."

"Thank you." Krissy said again and looking at me said;

"You too Megan, thanks for listening."

I nodded and watched her walk past me. I was going to give her a hug but figured she wouldn't want me near her after whatever that was that had almost happened. As Krissy reached my father she looked up at him and sounding like she was choking up again asked;

"Mr. Hanson, you're not really going to throw Mark out are you?" 

Her lip was trembling and a single tear was coming down her cheek. I instantly felt bad that I had made fun of her to myself earlier. In that moment, even though by her own admission she wasn't sure how much longer she could stay with my brother, Krissy was upset for him and trying to help him. Dad looked away from Krissy only to find himself facing me. I stared at him knowing full well my own eyes were tearing up at this point and trying not to be too obvious about it. I also pushed my lip out. Dad shook his head and answered quietly;

"Krissy, I won't talk about that with my own daughter until I'm ready to so I'm not going to answer that. All I can say is Mark didn't do much to help is cause tonight."

As Krissy put her head down I felt my stomach turn. Dad was really going to do it. Just then Mom who must have been in Mark's room came in and handed Krissy her jacket. Krissy thanked her softly without looking up. Then she did look at mom and tell her she was sorry. It occurred to me that mom never knew Krissy "snuck" in sometimes. Mom told her not to worry about it, and she wouldn't tell her mother, but it was time she got going. Krissy nodded looking more upset than ever. Mom gave her a quick hug and then told her she would have Mark call her tomorrow. Dad told Mom he'd be back in about twenty minutes, as he walked out with Krissy in front of him Mom asked him if he could stop at the store and grab her milk; he rolled his eyes but said okay.

When Dad left Mom looked at me and before she could speak I raced over and put my arms around her.

"Mom dad's going to make him leave isn't he?" 

Remaining quiet Mom put her hand on the back of my head and gently played with my hair the way she had done since I had come to live with her years ago. After a minute she sighed and pulling away from me took me by the hand and led me over to sit down next to her on my bed.

"Megan, I've worked on your father all week, and to be honest with you I'm not sure what he's going to do. Last night we talked and I felt he was leaning our way, but..." She shook her head. 

"This didn't help Megan I can't believe Mark would pull this a day before we were going to talk 

about it."

"He needed to be with her Mom," I told her. "He's scared and he hasn't slept all week and Krissy's all he has right now." I paused and added;

"Hell if anything it proves Mark's with Krissy, so why the hell would he want me I mean..."

Mom waved her hand.

"Oh please Megan, the idea that the two of you are doing something... unnatural shall we say is absolutely ridiculous.

"So you don't think we were?" I asked.

"Of course not hon," Mom put her arm around me and spoke softly;

"Megan I understand. Your father doesn't. He thinks because you've lived with us for ten years and that Mark has been here living a normal life for awhile that the past goes away. I know it doesn't. I know that you and Mark will always suffer from it and I understand the nightmares, more than you think." 

Mom stopped talking for a moment and as she did I put my arm around her waist and we pulled closer to each other. 

"I'll admit Megan that at your and Mark's age it's not exactly proper for the two of you to be in bed together, but I know why you do it. I know that even though he'd never admit it Mark's scared of a lot of things. I told your father that Mark needs to be close to you some times. We knew he was afraid of the dark, we just never said anything so he wouldn't feel worse about it. I also know that even though we've tried to be good to him, you're his big sister and the only comfort he knows and that you want to protect him the way you couldn't when you were younger."

"He needs me." I said simply.

"He does Megan, and you need him too, I told your father that he has to realize that the two of you were just trying to protect each other at the hotel. I told him yes it's not quite right at your age, but there's a far cry between a little to close and incest."

"So did he believe you?"

"I don't know Megan, I mean he just keeps saying I didn't see how you two looked, and I didn't, but still it's just crazy. Besides I also reminded your father of how bad my nightmares were after Jacob and how many nights he couldn't so much as roll away from me without me starting to cry again." Mom turned and looked me in the eye;

"I believe you Megan and I think dad wants to, but there's more involved than even that. Your father's worried Mark's becoming unstable, that he's going to snap; hurt someone, hurt himself."

"But..." I began.

Mom put her finger to my lips and still speaking in that amazingly soothing tone said;

"Megan I don't know what tomorrow will bring, what I do know is that your brother is sitting in the next room and he's scared and he needs his big sister, so why don't you go in there and sit with him for awhile?"

I looked at her in disbelief.

"But dad doesn't want us..."

"I'm not your father Megan and I trust you." 

"Thank you mom!" I sobbed out hugging her. 

Of course it occurred to me that she shouldn't; I had been lying through my teeth, but all that mattered was my mother still loved and trusted me.

"Megan you and your brother may have had a dark past, but you have a bright future. The two of you are beautiful, intelligent and gifted. You're both amazing kids, you're just a little broken that's all."

"Broken?" I asked remembering Mark once comparing us to two pieces of a broken plate that fit together just right. 

"Yes hon a little broken, but a lot of us are. I know I am. I'll never be completely over Jacob, so I understand what you and Mark go through. Now I love talking to you, but I figure your father will be gone for another half hour so why don't you go tell your brother it will be okay?"

"But it might not be!" I told her.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 15



"Megan your little brother needs you to go put your arm around him and tell him it'll be alright, he trusts you, so go ahead and sit with him. When your father comes home I'll keep him downstairs so don't get carried away, but stay with him for awhile okay?"

"Yeah?" I asked smiling a little. "You'll cover for me?"

"Of course, that's what Mom's are for."

"How are you going to keep Dad down there?"

Mom smirked at me and shrugged;

"Oh I'll think of something. I mean he does look good in that suit."

"Oh, gross." I said and was surprised to hear myself laugh.

"Now go be a good big sister and cheer your little brother up."

I opened Mark's door and entered quietly. Mark was sitting on the side of the bed with his head in his hands. He didn't look up as I closed the door behind me. I had put on the long red and black silk robe that I knew was his favorite so it didn't look as if I was going in dressed skimpy again. Of course underneath the robe well... I mean mom did say to cheer him up after all. After watching him for a minute those thoughts began to subside as I realized Marks shoulders were shaking. My brother was crying. I immediately went over to him and sat down on the bed.

Mark looked up quickly and his eyes widened.

"Christ Megan! You shouldn't be here, I..." He shook his head. "Oh whatever, I'm fucked anyways."

"It's okay little brother, Mom told me to come see you."

"She did?" 

There were tears on his cheeks and his eyes were so red it hurt me to look at them. Smiling reassuringly I nodded;

"She told me to come cheer you up." 

I put my arm around his shoulders and taking my hand gently wiped at the tears on his left cheek.

"Don't" He pulled away in embarrassment.

"Hey its okay Mark there's a lot to be upset about."

"So Denise knows you're in here?" Mark sighed then added; "She was really nice to me after Doug got finished yelling, told me she'd take care of it. That she believed us."

"She understands Mark." I took his hand. "She really does, she knows we need each other."

At that I hugged him close to me and he rested his head on my shoulder.

"Did you sleep at all little brother?"

Mark shook his head into my shoulder. I felt bad as he and desperately needed rest but I would be lying if I said a part of me wasn't happy that Krissy hadn't been able to give him what he needed, that his big sister was the only one who could truly take care of him. Well we had some time and at this point it might be the only thing that could settle my brother down, and mom did say she'd stay downstairs. I pulled away from Mark and standing up, untied the robe and opened it, showing Mark I was wearing nothing underneath.

"Are you crazy?"

"Mom won't come up Mark, now come here and get what you need."

Mark shook his head.

"No Meg, we can't we just can't."

I frowned I didn't like being turned down. Bad enough I would already be getting Krissy's seconds but for him to refuse me? Then again Mark was scared and trying to protect the two of us from yet another mistake. With a sigh I closed the robe and sat back down next to him.

"Okay Mark maybe you're right. Just come here then."

Mark nodded and went to put his arms around me. As he did I leaned forward and kissed him. I meant for it to be a quick one, but as I started to pull back I swore I could smell... grabbing the back of his head I kissed him again slower letting my lips caress his and as I did I breathed in.

I could distinctly smell Krissy on his face and his lips had a very familiar taste to them, not quite the same as when I kissed him after he went down on me but close, hers was stronger and surprisingly I wanted more. I kissed him again harder my tongue pushing into his mouth. Mark groaned and I could feel him try to push me away but I was holding onto his hair. After a few seconds I felt his body slump as if in surrender and he opened his mouth to allow his sister's tongue to slide in. I was instantly wet, as swirling my tongue in and out of my brother's mouth and across his lips, all I could taste was... I pulled away and looking at Mark whispered;

"Oh you naughty boy, you taste like your girlfriend's pussy."

"Oh sorry," Mark started. "I'll go wash..." 

He was cut off by me practically attacking his lips. I kissed him hard and fast, both hands holding the sides of his face.

Like back in my room I didn't know where this was coming from but didn't care. Breaking off the kiss I stood up and locked his bedroom door. I knew it was crazy but had no fear of getting caught; I knew what I needed and was going to take it. Walking back I stood in front of Mark who was staring up at me; he looked nervous yet I could see the lust growing in his eyes. Letting the robe slip off my shoulders and drop to the floor I walked over to him and again grabbing the back of his head shoved his face into my left tit.

"Yeah that's right you suck on your sisters tit Mark. Just like you sucked on Krissy's"

Mark didn't need to be told again. He had quickly sucked my nipple into his mouth and was swirling his tongue around it. His left hand quickly found my other nipple.

"Oh yeah that's nice little brother, and you tried to say no to me." 

I moaned as Mark's hand left my tit and finding my pussy pushed two fingers up inside. I started working my hips into his hand driving his fingers in and out. Mark's thumb pressed into my clit and started rubbing it in slow circles. I was breathing heavy and could already feel myself heading for an orgasm, which I needed; but not like this. 

I pulled Mark's face from my nipple and stepping back so that his hand slid from my pussy I pushed his shoulders shoving him onto his back on the bed. Quickly climbing on top of him I put my knees on his shoulders, pinning them to the bed and shoved my pussy into his face. Bracing my hands against the wall I started grinding my hips, rubbing my pussy into my brother's flickering tongue.

"Oh yeah Mark? You like your nasty sister riding your face? You like sucking her pussy?"

Mark moaned into my pussy, then getting his hands on my ass spread my cheeks and drove his tongue into my ass. I let out a muffled squeal and stayed there bouncing up and down on his rigid tongue.

"Oh oh." I moaned damn that felt good. 

"Oh you naught boy," I breathed out. "Look at you; tongue fucking your sister's ass. Bet you don't do that to Krissy do you?"

Mark's reply was to remove his tongue from my ass, slide it back to my clit, then just as I started to rock back and forth again he shoved one of his fingers where his tongue had been. I bit my lip so I wouldn't cry out. He had pushed his finger all the way in, deeper than he had ever before. 

After taking a minute to get used to it I started moving my hips up and down on it. His finger hurt a little but at the same time felt so fucking good I started bouncing harder. Mark took his tongue from my clit and pushed it into my pussy. I started riding his face harder fighting to keep myself from squealing loudly.

As Mark's tongue found my clit again I started sliding back and forth so that his tongue was working my entire pussy, each time he hit my clit I ground my hips into his face even harder. Removing my hands from the wall I continued to ride my brother's face as my fingers found my nipples and started playing with them. Oh you nasty fucking girl I thought as I drove my pussy into Mark's tongue and his finger plunged in and out of my ass. I could feel myself getting ready to cum and found myself trying to hold it back, this felt so good I didn't want it to end.

At that moment I looked down at Mark between my legs, the sight of my brothers entire face glistening with my pussy was more than I could bear. I whimpered again and giving both my nipples a hard twist sent myself over the edge. Even with biting my lip a long loud squeal escaped me, especially since the violent twitching of my hips were driving Mark's finger even deeper into my ass. I reached down and grabbing a pillow put it against the wall and burying my face into it opened my mouth and let out a long drawn out wail of pleasure. Gradually my hips slowed as did my breathing and moaning, with an effort I swung my leg over Mark's head and sat panting on the side of the bed.

Mark was gasping as well having almost been smothered to death by his big sister's pussy. Try explaining that one to the folks. I laughed out loud and Mark looked at me as if I were nuts. I have to say all things considering I was in a damn fine mood whether it was the alcohol or the incredible orgasm that was responsible for it I didn't care all I knew was this nasty girl wasn't done yet. Leaning over I kissed Mark again. 

His face was soaking wet from my pussy and after I finished the kiss I started licking around his lips and his cheek lapping up my own juices. I could no longer taste Krissy. However I knew of one place where I would be able to; I got up off the bed and onto my knees.

"Stand up little brother." I told him.

Mark stood and grabbing the waistband of his shorts I yanked them down. As his enormous cock sprang free I grabbed it and squeezed; enjoying the moan that escaped from my brother.

"Damn that's hard, and you've already fucked once haven't you, little brother?"

"Twice." Mark said softly.

"Ooooh." I cooed. "You fucked your little Krissy twice? Her poor little pussy must've been awfully sore from this huge cock."

I grabbed it with my other hand and started to slowly pump it. Damn, two hands around his cock and there was still a couple of inches left over. Mark groaned as I touched just the tip of my tongue to the tip and swirled his precum around the sensitive head. Now for what I had been waiting for; taking Mark's cock; I ran my face along the side of it and sniffed. Oh yes! I once again caught a whiff of Krissy's pussy. As Mark started to slowly move his hips in anticipation of my mouth I continued to rub his cock along my face savoring not only the smell of my brother's girlfriend, but the way it mingled with his own musky scent.

Finally unable to hold back any longer I put my mouth on my brother's cock and slowly worked the entire length of it down my throat.

"MMM" I groaned.

I could definitely taste Krissy. As Mark grabbed a handful of my long black hair I started to suck his cock in and out rapidly, my tongue was sliding along his shaft as I enjoyed the mixed taste of my brother and Krissy. Reaching down I stroked Mark's balls causing him to moan and start to fuck my mouth. I held my head still and turned my eyes up, looking my brother in the eye while he face fucked me. Mark started to go faster, but I put my hand on his hips to stop him.

Removing his cock from my mouth I quickly stood up and bent over the side of his bed. Mark got behind me and grabbing my hips thrust his huge prick deep inside of his big sister's incredibly wet pussy.

"Oh that's it little brother, you give your sister every inch of that big fucking cock of yours!"

Mark didn't have to be told twice. Holding my hips so I couldn't move he hammered away at me. My pussy was so wet it was making a sucking sound every time he thrust into me. As good as this felt however I told him to stop and dropping back on my knees looked him in the eye and said;

"Now let's see how the three of us taste."

I opened my mouth and devoured my brother's cock taking it all the way down until my lips touch the base of his shaft. I swirled my tongue around and went back up giving the tip a couple of good hard sucks. I really could taste all three of us! I began sucking Mark's cock like it would be the last time and who knew maybe it would be, well in this house anyways. Pushing that thought quickly out of my mind I went back to work on my brother's cock. Grabbing his hips I deep throated him once again and began sucking him from the tip all the way back to the base. 

Because Mark had already cum a couple of times he wasn't close yet and I was loving being able to suck on him this hard and fast. Something tells me he didn't mind his sister's talented mouth working his huge prick either because he moaned out;

"Oh damn you're good at that sis."

I stopped long enough to look up and say;

"Best cocksucker you'll ever have little brother, don't you forget it." I paused and smiled at him.

"And by the way, Krissy and I taste damn good on you."

"You are a nasty girl." Mark said then moaned as I went back to work on his cock.

As I closed my eyes and continued to suck on him I dropped my hand down between my legs and started stroking my clit. I had an image in my mind of Mark fucking Krissy doggy style pounding away on her tight little pussy, her big brown eyes would be wide and that pretty little mouth of hers would be open letting out those little moans that I always heard through the door. At that point as much as I was enjoying blowing my brother I needed to get that cock, and hard.

Once again I stood up but this time lied on my back on the side of the bed and lifted my legs straight up. Mark stepped up; grabbing my ankles and holding my legs up and open slammed himself into me right up to his balls. I covered my mouth with my hand then quickly grabbed the pillow and turned my head into it. Mark was rearing back and fucking the shit out of me. Even after all that sucking he was nowhere near close to cumming and in no time I was squealing into the pillow. Mark closed my legs and shifting his grip got both my ankles with one hand and while still pounding away on my pussy reached down and found my clit with his thumb.

I grabbed my nipples, this time I didn't even waste time playing with them first, I pinched hard causing myself to yelp and as I continued to squeeze shook them back and forth. Mark was looking me in the eye the entire time and I swear he smiled at the yelp of pain I had let out. Squeezing my ankles tighter and muscles flexing Mark lifted his left arm taking my ass off the bed several inches as he did. 

"Ohhhh damn." I moaned as my brother's cock started pounding in even deeper.

I pinched my already sore nipples even harder as I stared at Mark. My brother looked incredible, the muscles in his left arm were bulging as were the ones in his chest and his perfect six pack stomach was covered in sweat. My fingers sped up and my third orgasm in the last two hours was right around the corner. Apparently so was Mark's as he started gasping and letting out little moans with every hard thrust of his huge dick.

"Oh please not yet Mark!" I begged him. "Oh please just a little more! Oh please make your big sister cum again!"

Mark groaned and I could tell by the expression on his face he was desperately trying to hold off. Suddenly he put my legs against his chest and letting my ankles go grabbed the base of his cock with his hand squeezing it as he continued to pump me. He groaned as he held his cum back while trying to get me off. That did it. I lifted my hips up into his thrusting cock and held them there as my pussy started to contract around my brother's cock. I twisted my nipples hard and biting the pillow let loose a muffled wail that, had I not had the pillow in my face, would have woke the neighbors. Mark was sweating and groaning still holding himself back making sure his big sister came nice hard before he did. Damn I had trained him well I thought.

"Oh little brother you are soooo good to your sister!" I told him then smiling wickedly said;

"How about you whip that big cock out of my pussy and let me give you a treat?"

Knowing exactly what I meant Mark stepped back still squeezing his cock which was so swollen the head was turning purple. Instantly I sat up and sliding off the bed onto my knees opened my mouth wide and stuck my tongue out. With a groan that was more like a whimper Mark let his cock go and despite the fact he had already cum twice, a huge spurt of cum splashed onto my tongue and splattered across my lips. A second spurt went directly into my mouth. Reaching out I grabbed my brother's cock and pumping furiously was rewarded with another spurt that I had aimed down so it would hit my chest between my tits.

"Ohhh Megan," Mark moaned as he sank to his knees in front of me.

I waited for him to look at me before showing him my cum coated tongue and putting it back in my mouth swallowed and then opened it again to show him I had taken every drop. Just like a good big sister should I thought.

"Damn." Mark said simply.

Putting his hands on his knees Mark let his head drop as he panted for breath. I allowed myself a satisfied smile; it was something to wear out my normally insatiable little brother. Of course I guess I had some help from Krissy tonight, but in the end she couldn't fuck Mark anywhere near the way he needed it. Not like his nasty big sister could.

"Tired little brother?" I asked.

Mark nodded without raising his head. I stood up and after using one of Mark's shirts to wipe the cum off my chest, put my robe back on. Leaning over I kissed Mark on the top of the head and said;

"Come on little brother let's get you into bed."

Mark stood up slowly then immediately sat back onto the bed. I had never seen him this tired. Remembering the hotel I made him stand back up and slip a pair of sweat pants on then told him to lie down. Mark sat then looking up at me with half closed eyes whispered;

"Meg what am I going to..." 

"Shhh." I said putting my finger to his lips. "You don't worry about a thing little brother. It's time to go to sleep."

"But," Mark started. 

This time I silenced him with a kiss and as I did pushed his shoulder to get him to lie down. Mark didn't fight it, lying down on his side facing me. Breaking the kiss I pulled the sheet up to his waist and standing up went over to his nightstand to light the two small candles that were on it so the room wouldn't be dark.

"There you go little brother," I said leaning over and kissing his cheek. "You get some rest and don't worry, everything will be okay."

"You sure?" He asked quietly sounding like a little kid.

Fighting to keep my voice steady I told him;

"I promised you when you came here Mark that I would never let anything happen to you and I mean it."

Mark closed his eyes again and I got up to leave when he spoke again;

"Megan?"

"What is it Mark?"

"Will you... Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?"

How could I say no to that? I went back over and unlocked his bedroom door then returning to the bed sat on the edge of it.

"Lie on your stomach Mark." I told him.

Mark rolled over and I began lightly running the nails of my right hand across his back. Mark sighed and after a few minutes started making that adorable little cooing sound in his sleep. Over the last few days I had made several wrong moves and we had either gotten caught or barely dodged a bullet; tonight however the timing couldn't have been better. As I continued to rub Mark's back I heard a sound at the door. I didn't look up right away as the door opened afraid it was Dad. After a moment of silence I looked over to see mom standing in the doorway watching me. 

With one last look at Mark sleeping peacefully I got up and walked over to the door. Mom stood aside as I left and closed the door behind us. As soon as she turned I gave her a hug.

"Thank you for letting me stay with him for awhile." I whispered in her ear.

"You're welcome hon." Mom answered then pulling away said;

"Now you need to get some sleep too Megan your eyes are as red as Mark's."

"Good night mom." I gave her a kiss and headed for my room.

"Megan?"

"Mom?"

"You did great in there hon, Mark's lucky to have a big sister like you to take care of him.



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 16



Author's note: This chapter is a bit lengthy as it wraps up the "Getting caught" Story arc which I didn't want to carry into another chapter. There is also more of Mark and Megan's back ground that will play into the series finale. Also a warning: there is a short flashback sequence from Megan's past that may be a bit much for some readers if you are on the squeamish side you may want to skim or skip that part. Once again thank you all for your votes and feedback! Lovecraft68

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Oh Megan you are a nasty girl, I thought as I found myself once again squatting on the bathroom floor watching my brother and Krissy through the missing doorknob. This time it was different for a couple of reasons; one Mark knew I was watching and two; he was being far from gentle with his little Krissy. Mark had already stripped her naked, all but tearing her blouse off of her and forcing her to her knees by her shoulders, had whipped his cock out and had told her to suck it like she knew what she was doing for once.

Krissy had whimpered out something then grabbing my brothers massive prick started slowly sucking on it, barely going down halfway before taking it back out. Mark let her do this several times then looked straight at the bathroom door winked and asked Krissy if that was the best she could do. Without waiting for an answer Mark grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock all the way down her throat. Krissy tried to push back, but when she did Mark grabbed her hands. After securing both of Krissy's wrists in one of his Mark held her arms over her head. He grabbed a handful of her long hair started brutally fucking her mouth, pulling his huge cock all the way out before driving it back in.

As I watched, my fingers were dancing across my clit and my right hand was inside my shirt playing with my nipple. Krissy began whining and whimpering, even from ten feet away I could see the tears coming down her cheeks from gagging on my brother's dick. Mark asked her if she liked it like that; at first she shook her head until he reached down and roughly pinched her nipple, the next time he asked she nodded and by then seemed to be doing a better job of taking it all the way. Mark stepped back pulling his cock from her mouth and let her hands go. As Krissy panted for breath as Mark sat on the bed and grabbing her hands, he laid on his back pulling her into a standing position.

Bending over Krissy grabbed my brother's cock and started sucking on it again, as she did her ass was pointed directly at me. Krissy's thighs were a bit on the thick side but I could still see her pretty little pussy winking at me from between them. I let out a soft sigh as I noticed her pussy was glistening meaning she had been quite turned on by my brother's raping of her mouth. Mark told her to stop sucking and get on his fucking cock. Krissy obediently climbed up onto the bed and straddling Mark's hips reached back behind her.

I let out a louder moan as I watched Krissy wrap her hand around my brother's cock and guide it into her tight little pussy. I watched, deliberately slowing my thumb down so I wouldn't cum yet, as she slowly lowered herself onto it. Krissy started to slide back and forth as she leaned over so that her tits were swinging in my brother's face. Mark's arms came around and grabbing Krissy's waist pulled her down on top of him then held her there as he started lifting his hips off the bed slamming his cock deep up inside of her.

Krissy was letting out little yips of pleasure and I was letting out some noises of my own as I watched Mark's glistening cock slide in and out of Krissy's pussy. As if reading my mind Mark slid his hands from her hips and grabbing her ass cheeks spread them open giving me an even better view of his cock pounding Krissy's sweet little slit.

Mark said something and Krissy swung her leg over his hips so he could move. Rather than get up Mark simply turned sideways and had her get back on top. I knew this was purely for my benefit as now I could see Krissy's big beautiful tits bouncing as she started riding my brother faster and harder. Krissy let out a sharp cry as Mark reached up and pinched her nipples.

I was breathing heavier but didn't want to cum yet, I knew the best was yet to come and sure enough my brother didn't disappoint me. Telling Krissy to get off of him he made her get on her knees facing the bathroom door. As I watched, my fingers hovering around my clit in anticipation, Mark took his huge cock and rubbed it along Krissy's ass, even spanking it on there before taking it and in one thrust drove it in to the hilt.

Krissy's eyes widened and she cried out as my brother started hammering his cock into her pussy hard and fast. My fingers sped up as Krissy was making noises that were a mix of pleasure and pain every time Mark slammed his cock into her. Krissy tried to move forward to make it easier but my brother grabbed her hips and holding her still started fucking her even harder.

"Oh god Mark!" She cried out. "Oh that's so deep! Oh!!"

Mark let go of her hips and in one smooth motion leaned forward, grabbed Krissy's wrists and yanked her arms back. Krissy's face went down into the bed which caused her ass to rise up. Still driving his cock into her Mark took her arms and grabbing her wrists with one hand pinned them behind her back.

With his free hand Mark grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head up by it.

"Oww!" Krissy yelped.

"Yeah you like that don't you?" He asked.

"Oh yes!" Krissy exclaimed then yelped as Mark pulled her hair harder.

"You know that's not what I want to hear."

"I don't want to play like that Mark I...Oh Fuck!!!" 

That last exclamation came out as Mark, still holding her by her wrists and hair, started fucking the shit out of her as hard and fast as he could.

"Just tell me Krissy," My brother said. "Or maybe I should just shove it back down your throat?"

I saw Krissy swallow hard then suddenly started yelling; 

"Oh please stop Mark!" Oh please stop! You're hurting me! It's too big oh please!"

As Krissy continued to beg I started moving my fingers even faster, spurred on not only by her cries but by the look on my brother's face. Mark loved it. His eyes were bright and he had an evil smile on his face as he continued to absolutely hammer away at Krissy's poor little pussy. 

Mark and I weren't the only ones enjoying it. Krissy's expression had also changed from one of nervousness to a look of pure lust. Oh look at little Krissy being a naughty girl! Feeling my orgasm beginning to build I once again slowed down trying to time it with Mark's. After several more savage pumps that had Krissy all but screaming. Mark yanked his cock out and squeezing it at the base rolled Krissy over and sliding up over her face told her to open her mouth.

"Oh please don't! I don't like that I... Umm!" 

Krissy's cries turned into a gurgle as my brother shot his massive load straight into her mouth. Krissy tried to turn her head but Mark grabbed her hair and held her still as he continued to jerk his cock off in her face spraying his come all over her cheeks and mouth. I bit my lip hard as my own orgasm sent waves of pleasure crashing through me. As I watched Mark wipe his cock off across Krissy's lips I furiously drove my hips into my fingers pumping them in and out of my pussy.

Mark sat next to Krissy on the bed and after saying something I didn't catch(,) leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. As the last of my orgasm flowed through me I sank to my knees breathing hard. Mark grabbed a towel the floor and gently wiped Krissy's face off. After a minute she sat up and he hugged her. Krissy looked like she wanted to be upset, but Mark kissed her softly on the lips and told her he loved her. Krissy's eyes softened and she told him she loved him to. I watched for a couple of more minutes as they stretched out on the bed and Mark put his arm around her.

I got up at that point and returned to my lonely bed. I sighed as I closed my eyes wishing it were me that Mark was holding in his bed. After awhile I was still awake when I heard a soft knock on the door. Was that Dad snooping again trying to catch us? I sat up and as the knock was repeated I realized it was the bathroom door. I smiled, maybe Mark couldn't sleep and he was going to fuck me, treat me like a little whore, like he did Krissy, and make me suck her off his cock again.

"Come in." I called softly.

I was wearing a pink tank top and matching panties and as the door opened I started to lift the tank top up so the first thing Mark would see was his sister's perfect tits with her nipples erect and eagerly awaiting his tongue. I had the shirt all but off when Krissy came through the door. I quickly lowered the shirt already feeling myself blushing. What the hell was I going to say? "Oh I had my tits out because I thought you were my brother?"

Fortunately as Krissy had come in she had her head turned over her shoulder as if looking back into Mark's room. By the time she turned I had the shirt back down although there was really nothing I could do about my nipples poking through the flimsy material except cross my arms.

"Hi, can I come in?" Krissy asked.

"Um sure," I said.

I leaned over and turned on the small lamp next to the bed and watched as Krissy came over to sit next to me. Krissy had her long hair down and was wearing Mark's black robe. I noticed the robe was tied loosely and I could see the swelling of her breasts. 

"You and Mark have a fight or something?" I asked her.

"No," As she replied I noticed she was looking down.

I followed her gaze and realized that I had kicked the covers off and was just in my panties. I reached down to grab the sheet but stopped as I noticed Krissy's eyes were fixed directly between my legs. I glanced down and saw that, because I had one leg on the floor and the other bent up, my legs were open and the thin crotch of the panties had ridden to the side and half of my pussy was exposed.

I should have been embarrassed and closed my legs or at least pulled up the sheet, but instead felt my heart beat pick up in excitement. I became even more excited as I realized that she could definitely see that the crotch of the pink panties was damp from where I had just played with myself. I looked back up in time to see Krissy's eyes work their way up and as they did I removed my arms from my chest and sure enough her eyes quickly found my nipples.

Taking advantage of her staring at me I let my eyes wander across her body. I started at her bare feet with their purple toe nails then let them slide up her leg all the way to where the bottom of the robe had fallen open to give me a great view of the inside of her upper thigh. The top of the robe had come undone even more as she sat and from the side I could see her entire right tit down to the rose colored skin around her nipple. I returned my gaze to Krissy's face and felt myself getting more excited as not only was she still staring at my tits but her lips were parted and I could see she was breathing heavier.

I found myself once again staring at her full lips that were so much like my own and, as I had the other night, wanted badly to taste them. The thought that those lips had not a half hour ago been covered in my brothers cum added to that desire. Finally I broke the silence.

"Krissy?"

Krissy had been so intent on my tits that she jumped at the sound of my voice and blinked a couple of times before looking up at me with those adorable big brown eyes.

"Oh sorry, I was just..." She shrugged and began to blush.

Rather than make her fumble for the next words I spoke;

"Where's Mark?"

"He's sleeping."

"And you can't?" I asked.

Krissy shook her head and after looking to the side as if she weren't sure what to say, looked back and took a deep breath.

"Megan can I ask you something?"

"Of course hon." 

As I said it I reached up and undoing my pony tail shook my head, letting my long black hair come down around my shoulders. The move was not lost on Krissy whose eyes had immediately dropped to my tits when my arms went up. My heart skipped another beat. There was no denying it, Krissy was into me!

"Megan, the other night were you." She hesitated then finished in all but a whisper; "Were you trying to kiss me?"

Oh shit she had put the ball in my court.

"Well umm," I turned it around on her; "Did you think I was?"

Krissy gave me a shy little smile and blushing leaned forward until she was speaking into my ear and said;

"I was hoping you were."

I felt an instant surge of wetness flow through my pussy as her words were followed by her placing a soft kiss on my neck just behind my ear. I swallowed hard as she pulled her head back.

"You were?" I asked all but breathless at this point.

"You're beautiful Megan." She told me. Then smiling asked;

"Well?"

I looked at her still trying to understand what was happening. 

"Well what?" I asked lamely feeling as if I was the younger of the two of us.

"Well aren't you going to kiss me?" Krissy asked and with that turned her head to the side and closing her eyes and parted her lips.

I had an instant moment of déjà vu; I could see myself asking Mark the same question six months ago in his room. "Ever think about kissing me?" I had asked on that fateful night. Everything left my mind at that point, apparently tired of waiting Krissy leaned forward and kissed me. At first, I was to shocked to kiss back, I simply sat there with my hands in my lap as Krissy's incredibly soft lips pressed into my own. 

As I let her kiss me Krissy's hands came up, slid behind my head underneath my hair and she kissed me harder. This time I did kiss her back and as I did I felt all inhibitions leave me. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue against her lips. With a soft moan that made me even wetter, Krissy opened her mouth and I felt her own soft wet tongue meet mine. I wrapped my arms around her waist pulling her close as we kissed.

My lips slipped away from hers to find her neck, kissing and sucking on the tender skin where it met her shoulder. Krissy turned her head to the side to give me more access to her tanned flesh, her nails ran through the length of my hair and then lightly down my back. As I continued to kiss her neck, she ran her hands across my sides then up inside my tank top where her fingers found my tits and gently brushed my nipples.

"Ohhhh," I moaned into her neck as she began to roll my nipples between her fingers.

Krissy pulled her neck away from me and moving her hands grabbed the bottom of the tank top. With no hesitation I put my hands up and let her pull it off over my head.

"Oh Megan their beautiful." She whispered as her fingers began playing with my nipples.

"Not as beautiful as these." I told her as I pulled the tie to the robe so that it fell open exposing her huge tanned tits.

Reaching out I cupped them in my hands amazed at how heavy they were and how firm to the touch. I lifted the left one and lowered my face to it sucking that gorgeous rose colored nipple into my mouth. Krissy groaned and grabbed the back of my head shoving her tit further into my mouth. The fingers of my right hand found her other nipple and I reveled in the sound of her moaning. I then let out a loud surprised gasp as I felt Krissy's fingers slipping first into my panties, then after a brief pause pushing her finger up inside of my dripping pussy.

"Oh Krissy!" I gasped out.

Krissy grabbed my face and lifting it from her tit, kissed me again long and passionately as her finger worked itself in and out of my pussy. Had she done this before? It was hard to think, I was completely consumed by not just lust but the taboo of it all. Not just a girl but my brother's girl. Realizing I was older and I'm sure more experienced yet the one being taken, I turned away from her and stood up. Krissy whined softly as her fingers were removed from my pussy, but then smiled as she watched me strip my panties off.

Krissy also stood up, letting the robe drop off and exposing her tanned voluptuous body, so different from my fair skinned thinner build. We embraced and kissed again, our hands sliding up and down each other's bodies. Finally I pulled away and gave her a push back onto the bed. Krissy slid all the way onto the bed with a wicked little smile that seemed so out of place on her. Krissy not only opened her legs but reached down and with her fingers spread herself open in front of me.

"Oh that looks good." I whispered.

Krissy began to stroke her clit with one purple finger nail then slid her finger inside her pussy; when she removed it I could hear how wet it was.

"Megan," She began softly still with that mischievous smile. "Would you like to kiss me?"

I crawled up onto the bed directly between her legs. With an act of will I passed her pussy and went all the way up until I was directly over her face. I lowered myself down to kiss her and as I did our nipples pressed together and we both groaned. Krissy reached up and put her arms around my neck, pulling me down into her. We kissed deeply our tongues wandering freely. It felt amazing, Krissy's lips, her flesh; everything about her was so much softer and sweeter than a man. Never mind the way her soft little sighs sounded in my ears.

Unable to wait any longer I slid my mouth from hers and began working my way down her body. Krissy let out a sigh of pleasure as my mouth found and lingered on each of her perfect nipples. My own nipples were receiving their own pleasure as they rubbed along her soft skin. I trailed my tongue down her stomach causing her to giggle like a little girl. For whatever reason the sound of it drove me crazy and I did it again just to hear it. I soon found myself stretched out between her thighs with her pussy inches from my face. I inhaled deeply and found myself intoxicated by her musky scent. I was so wet I could feel the puddle I was making on the sheet.

Reaching out I gently spread her open and lightly blew on her clit. I had never done this before of course but knew I loved it when Mark did it. On the heels of that thought was the image of my brother lying between these thighs. I looked up at Krissy who was looking back at me her brown eyes wide in anticipation; it occurred to me that little Krissy was about to be sucked off by a brother and sister in the same night. Oh who was the nasty girl now? I once again blew on her pussy.

Krissy wiggled her hips, pushing her pussy into me and whined;

"Oh don't tease Megan, I want it!"

I couldn't hold back anymore after that and placing my tongue at the bottom of her pussy licked it quickly up and down getting a mouthful of her wetness. Krissy moaned and bucked her hips into my face. I groaned as well at how delicious she tasted. I licked her up and down several times before lingering on her clit. Krissy let out another of those adorable whimpers as I started swirling my tongue around her swollen clit in slow circles, once again figuring that it was how I liked it. As Krissy gasped and moaned I took two fingers and slid them inside of her.

This time I let out a moan as I couldn't believe how hot, wet and tight her pussy was. Sensing Krissy wasn't going to be able to hold back much more and eager for my turn, I wrapped my lips around her clit and started sucking it in and out of my mouth in the same rhythm as my fingers pumped in and out of her 

"Oh yes Megan oh yes please just like that!" 

Krissy reached down and grabbing my hair let out one of those long loud moans I had heard so often from my brother's room and began grinding her hips hard into my face. I kept fingering and sucking until her loud cries became soft whimpers and her hips stopped moving. I looked up to see Krissy staring at the ceiling panting.

"Wow," She whispered. "That was..." She sighed unable to finish.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 16



Speaking of finishing I slid up next to her and rolling over on my back turned to look at her and smiling asked;

"My turn?"

With an eagerness that sent another gush through my pussy Krissy rolled over and started sucking on my tits. "Oh that's nice hon," I told her. "But you know where that mouth needs to be."

Krissy giggled again and quickly slid down until she was between my thighs. Damn did she look good down there! Like I had, Krissy began to very gently stroke my pussy, feeling her way around. I gasped and moaned as she slid first one finger then a second inside of me and then cried out because as she removed them she shoved her tongue into my needy pussy. I lied there moaning continuously as Krissy tongue fucked me.

Replacing her tongue with her fingers Krissy finally made her way to my clit. I arched my hips off the bed and into her face. Rather than moving her tongue in circles as I had done, Krissy simply flicked her tongue up and down catching the top and bottom of my clit as her fingers rapidly slid in and out. As she worked my pussy her other hand slid up and began playing with my right nipple. I took the left and as I looked down at Krissy's beautiful face buried in my pussy I felt myself getting ready to cum. I straightened my legs around her as my thighs began to tremble.

"Oh yeah Krissy," I moaned. "Oh just a little more."

"Hmm Mmmm!" Krissy moaned excited by the fact I was going to cum.

"Oh look at you," I started as my hips came off the bed in anticipation of my orgasm. "You naughty little thing; licking your boyfriend's sisters pussy. You little..."

I stopped as I could feel the orgasm racing through me. I was moaning and part of me hoped it would wake Mark up. He would come in and catch us then the three of us would fuck and... I put my head back and opened my mouth ready to squeal, ready to cum from little Krissy's tongue. As The first wave of pleasure began to crash through me I...

I awoke with my heart pounding and my breath coming in gasps. I laid there for a moment letting my heart to slow down and wondering where the hell that had all come from. After a minute I sat up and winced as my head was pounding harder than my heart. As I sat there waiting for it to subside I reached down to find that I was so wet I had soaked right through my panties.

"Damn." I whispered.

As I sat there I wondered what the hell was going on. I had obviously dreamed of Mark taking Krissy because she had told me he had been getting rougher with her and let's face it I wouldn't mind seeing it. The second part however bothered me. I was not a lesbian. Hell, up until tonight when I had found myself wanting to kiss Krissy I had never so much as given a woman a second glance. It was the booze, it had to be, after all most people drank to ease their inhibitions. That thought caused me to frown, if that was the case did that mean I really wanted a woman? Is that why I had issues with men? It couldn't be; my only issues with guys were that I couldn't enjoy them enough and I certainly couldn't get enough of my brother's cock.

With a groan I got out of bed and immediately sat back down as my head had started spinning. Looking over at the clock I saw it was 1am. After I had left Mark's bedroom around 10:30 I had come back to bed and despite the fact I'd already had more than enough, made myself another spiked bottle of coke and drank half trying to recapture that relaxed feeling I'd had when I'd fallen asleep before the drama in Mark's room had unfolded. After I put the bottle down I had curled up with good old Scooby again and mercifully went right out which is where I wished I had stayed.

I got up again, slower this time and made my way to the bathroom. As I did I noticed I was weaving a little as I walked. Next time I wouldn't make them as strong or better yet I thought, as turning the bathroom light on sent a stab of pain through my eyes, I wouldn't drink at all. Well tonight I had to. There was no way I would be able to go without it tonight, not with tomorrow being the day Dad was finally going to talk about what was going to happen with Mark. 

Speaking of which I looked longingly at the door to his room wishing I could open it and peek in to see if he was still sleeping. I listened but didn't hear him throwing darts or moving around so hopefully he was, the poor thing needed it. It had made me feel good to get him to sleep, especially seeing there had been some hot sex involved. Afterwards however I had felt overwhelmed by guilt, Mark wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for my carelessness. 

I had been the one who had bought the booze and the one who had gotten him to drink it. Not only that but my father seemed to think that if there was sex happening between us it was Mark who had pushed me into it when in reality it had been me who had started us off months ago by taking my little brother's virginity. I did this so I would have someone I could trust to play with and to hold and make me feel loved. No, I had caused everything yet it was Mark who was about to pay the price. I had to make it right, talk Dad into letting Mark stay. 

My brother needed us, all of us and I needed him. As much as I loved my parents they could no longer comfort me the way they used to. It was only in Mark's arms that I felt safe these days. I used the bathroom then turned the water on and splashed some cold water in my face. I looked in the mirror at my red rimmed blue eyes and frowned at the bags underneath them. I hadn't been sleeping well even before the hotel scene. There was something wrong with me. I was unhappy and didn't know why, I had loving parents, my brother was back in my life and I had a bright future as an artist but I felt empty, like there was something missing.

Shutting the light off I left the bathroom and after pausing to take off my sweaty tank top and soaked through panties I tossed on a pink nightshirt that had a cartoon kitten with big blue eyes on it. For whatever reason Mark thought I looked cute in it so I kept it even though at my age I didn't feel cute. I certainly wasn't a little girl anymore; if indeed I had ever truly been one in the first place, having lost my childhood to a monster. "Stop it." I said out loud.

I got back into bed and pulling the sheet up partway once again grabbed the Scooby Doo doll and holding it to my chest closed my eyes and hoped sleep would come and quickly. Unfortunately it did, bringing with it a series of unwanted visions.

I was back in the hotel again. Dad had Mark cornered and they were yelling at each other; on the verge of really fighting. Mom had come in and I was sobbing on her shoulder begging her not to let Dad take my brother away from me! I couldn't lose him again!

The scene shifted. I was seven years old and sitting with my mother; my birth mother Julia. We were in a large office and I was wearing a red dress and holding Mom's hand. There were a couple of other women and a man in the room I didn't know and I was nervous. My brother was there as well, but for some reason he wasn't sitting with us. He was sitting next to one of the women I didn't know. Mark had his head down looking at a comic book the woman had given him. As I watched he looked up at me, he was scared I could tell. I wanted to smile at him but couldn't because I was scared too.

I looked up at mom and asked her why we were here. Mom looked down at me, her crystal blue eyes were red from crying, but her long black hair, which usually was a mess, was down and had been brushed. I reached up and started playing with the ends of it like I always did when she would let me sit with her. Mom gave me a sad smile and said something about Mark and I going to live somewhere safe. I said that sounded good, when was she taking us?

At that point the man started saying something and Mom took her hand from mine so she could lean over the desk and sign some papers. When she was done she stood and leaning over hugged me tight saying that she had to go away for awhile and she would see me soon. I didn't understand I just stood there and watched her go over and hug my brother. As she stood up she turned to the woman behind the desk and I heard her say;

"You promise me their father will never be able to find them?"

The woman nodded and said something about police and an order. I wasn't paying attention as at that moment the other woman stood up and taking Mark's hand brought him over to me.

"Say good bye to Megan Mark." She said quietly.

I looked up at her and asked why. The woman looked at my mother who with a sob turned her back and walked out the door. I tried to follow but the woman caught me gently by the shoulders and told me I would be staying with some nice people for a little while because my Mom wasn't feeling right and needed time to get better. I looked at her then at Mark. The woman explained that he was going to go stay somewhere else but it wouldn't be for long, only until they found someone who could watch both of us.

Mark looked scared and confused. He was only five and didn't understand as much as I did. He came over and hugged me tight. I hugged him back and tried not to let go, but the woman put her arm between us and grabbing Mark's hand started to lead him away. Mark tried to pull away but she had a good grip on him. My brother was saying my name and crying. I looked up crying myself, the woman got down on her knees and putting her arm around me told me Mark would be fine that the two of us would be back together in no time. I sobbed and asked the woman not to take my little brother away, I loved him and he was afraid of everyone except me. She smiled sadly and told me it would be okay. 

"Oh please! Please no!" I kept sobbing and suddenly the image changed again. I was no longer in the office being held by a woman I didn't know. This time it was worse much worse.

I was nine years old and I was on my stomach on the bed screaming and sobbing into a teddy bear named Roscoe who was my only friend. My foster father Frank was on top of me, not just on top of me but inside of me. Tearing into me, hurting me, everything down there was burning.

"Oh mommy!!!" I screamed even though I didn't have one.

"Megan!" Frank yelled in my ear. "If you don't shut up and be a good girl I'll put it in the other place? You want that?"

"Oh it hurts!!" I cried out. "Oh mommy please!!!"

"That's it Megan I was trying to be nice but if you want to be a bad girl you get it the other way." As I continued to scream and try to pull away I felt Frank pull his thing out of me and a second later felt him push it into the other end, the one that hurt even worse.

"NOOO!!!!" I screamed into the bear again as he pushed it all the way in. Oh it hurt so bad! Why wouldn't anyone help me?

"Mommmy!!!!"

I sat up screaming at the top of my lungs. Frank wasn't on top of me anymore I must have gotten away.

"Megan!!" It was Frank calling me from the other side of the doorway.

"Please don't hurt me!!" I screamed.

"Megan open the door!" 

Frank was banging on the bathroom door, he was going to get in and hurt me again. I jumped up out of the bed in panic I had to run. I screamed as another bang came from the door and Frank called my name again. There was another door! I could get out. I had just started for the door when with a tremendous crash the bathroom door caved in and Frank came though.

"Megan come here!" 

"No you won't hurt me again!!"

Reaching down I grabbed the lamp and threw it at Frank then ran for the door.

"Fuck!!" Frank yelled as I heard the lamp hit the floor and shatter.

I was almost to the door; a couple of more steps.

"Megan!" Frank grabbed me from behind and started to pull me back.

"Get off of me!!" I screamed.

Franks arm was around my shoulders. Darting my head forward I bit into it and as he cried out and let go I threw my elbow back feeling it connect. I started forward again and once again was grabbed from behind but this time around my waist. As I started screaming and kicking I felt myself lifted off my feet and saw I was being carried back to the bed. I wailed in fear he was going to hurt me again! Frank tossed me onto the bed and when I started to get up he wrapped his arms around me, this time from the front and started talking into my ear, but this time he sounded different and he didn't smell like beer, he was saying my name over and over.

"Megan, please it's me, it's Mark calm down sis please!"

Mark. 

"Oh my god!" I cried out allowing myself to collapse into my brother's arms.

"Megan are you okay?" 

I knew where I was now. I recognized my bed and of course my brother holding me. Even with that I couldn't stop sobbing. My breath was coming in ragged gasps and Mark who had let go of my arms had put my head on his shoulder and was rubbing my back. As I put my head up to try to catch a breath I moaned out;

"Oh god Mark," 

My brother's arm was bleeding badly where I had bit him.

"Shhh." Mark whispered putting my head back on his shoulder. "It's okay Meg no one's ever going to hurt you again."

"Mark I don't know what's wrong with me! I.. ohhh" I moaned and started sobbing again.

My stomach was in knots and my head pounding. I couldn't stop crying or shaking. I just kept thinking that this was the dream; that any minute now I would be back on that bed being torn apart from the inside. I heard a pounding and realized it wasn't inside my head it was someone running up the stairs. 

"Megan!" I heard Dad yell.

A second later Dad came into the room so fast he all but crashed through the door.

"Megan are you all right?" He hit the light switch and I heard him say; "Jesus."

At that I slowly lifted my head and looked at the room. The bathroom door was lying in three pieces on the floor and there was broken glass all over the floor from the lamp. 

"Honey are you okay?" Dad repeated.

I couldn't answer I just whimpered and put my head back down.

"Mark what the hell happened?" 

"She woke up screaming." Mark said quietly.

Dad came over and reaching went to take me in his arms.

"No please don't take me away!" I cried out irrationally.

Dad looked upset and I heard Mark tell him;

"She's not right Doug I'm not even sure she's completely awake."

"I.." Dad started then exclaimed; "What the hell happened to your arm?"

"She bit me." 

"Megan honey." Dad said softly and reaching out touched my arm.

I looked up at him and I could see the pain in his eyes from seeing me like this. I wanted to reach out to him but was afraid to let go of Mark. Just then Mom came running in her face white;

"Megan what happened?"

"I... I had a bad dream." I choked out.

"Mark your arm." Mom said.

"I'm okay it's not that bad."

Mom came over and kneeling in front of me put her arms out to me. Once again I wanted to go, but I knew Mark could protect me and didn't want to leave.

"Mark let her go to her mother." Dad said softly.

"I'm not holding her back Doug." Mark replied.

He had spoken calmly but I felt his arms tense up.

"Doug it's okay." Mom said.

As she spoke she reached up and started running her fingers through my hair.

"It's okay honey everyone here loves you. No one's going to hurt you." She whispered.

"Mark, move." Dad said firmer this time. "You're not supposed to be in here, in the ..."

"Oh for Christ's sake Doug!" Mark snapped. "Look at her! What was I supposed to do, let her scream until you got here?"

"You didn't have to break the damn door Mark, how many times did you hit the friggin thing?"

"Once." Mark said quietly and in that tone that he had been using a lot lately as if it was a challenge.

"Doug please!" Mom yelled.

I couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh god," I sobbed. "Please don't fight anymore! Please daddy!"

I started crying again on Mark's shoulder and as I did he hugged me closer wrapped both of his arms around me tightly. Mom reached around and put her arms around me as well, I turned my head to see she was crying. "It's okay baby." She whispered.

I looked at my father who was standing there looking helpless. He knew he shouldn't have snapped at Mark, he just didn't know what else to do. As my sobs finally started to recede I noticed my father was staring at something. He looked back at me briefly, no he was looking at Mark then his head turned again. 

Putting my head up so that my chin was resting on Mark's shoulder I could see the direction my father was looking. He was staring at the painting. As I watched Dad looked again at the painting of my brother and I surrounded by monsters then slowly looked back at the two of us. It hit me suddenly that Mark and I were in the same exact position as the way I had portrayed us; my head on his shoulder and he trying to shield me with his body.

At that moment something came over me. As upset as I was I felt my head clear and in that instant I saw the way to help my brother. I closed my eyes and took a long deep breath. I felt myself calming down, but at the same time held onto the vision of that horrible dream I would need to be both emotional and calculating at the same time. In order to save my brother I would have to play with my father's emotions.

Pulling away from Mark I looked into his eyes. He was scared not of anything going on with my father I'm sure, but for me. I had never gotten this way in front of him, for that matter I hadn't gotten like this since I had first come to live here. I wanted to tell him I was okay now but couldn't, it would throw off what I was going to do. As I moved back Mark kept his hands on my shoulders as if afraid to completely let me go. I turned to the side to see mom looking at me, her eyes moist with concern. 

She put her arms out to me, I hugged her briefly, then making my play turned towards my father who was still looking at the painting and putting my arms out whispered;

"Daddy?"

My father came over and getting down on his knees hugged me tight. 

"Megan honey it'll be okay." 

"Daddy I need you." I said softly in his ear.

"You have me honey," He answered. I could hear his voice beginning to break. My father was a tough bastard until his little girl cried. "You'll always have me."

"Mark, why don't you let me take care of your arm?" Mom asked.

I looked over my father's shoulder at my brother who was watching me in my father's arms. He had an odd look on his face, was he jealous? Dad was holding me and my back was to mom as Mark continued to stare at me I winked. Mark's eyes narrowed then standing up he nodded to my mother. As he walked past Dad looked up at him and said quietly;

"Thank you for helping her Mark." Oh perfect I thought!

"Yeah whatever." Mark muttered shaking his head. Okay not so perfect on my brother's part.

Dad didn't respond; at this point his focus was on me. I had relaxed completely into his arms just like I had when I was little. I heard Mom tell Dad she would be with Mark in the kitchen if we needed her. I waited until they left then still speaking in my father's ear said;

"I feel better now."

"What happened Megan?"

"I dreamt of Frank dad, it was a bad one."

"Frank's gone hon, he died in prison three years ago remember?"

I did, Dad had showed me the obituary. Frank had died of a heart attack three months before he had been eligible for parole. Had he ever been set free I would have never slept again. 

"I know I just..." I stopped and went for it. "Daddy can I talk to you?"

"Of course honey always."

"Can we maybe talk down in your den? I don't want to be in here right now."

Dad said of course and standing up pulled me to my feet hugging me again. I went into the bathroom and washed my face as I came out dad was leaning the pieces of the broken door against the wall.

"Once," He muttered shaking his head. "Kid's a friggin beast."




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 16



I took my father's hand and we went downstairs. On the way to his den Dad poked his head in the kitchen and asked if Mark needed stitches. I winced at that remembering that Gregg had needed six after I had gotten him. My poor brother, never mind how much worse it could have been if the lamp had hit him. Mom had said it wasn't that bad and Dad told her we would be in the Den.

Dad's den was really an extra bedroom that he had populated with a tv, a couple of recliners and a small couch. The room smelled of the cigars that he loved and that Mom would only allow him to smoke in there.

Dad sat in the big overstuffed chair that was older than I was and I sat on the edge of the couch a couple of feet to his left. We sat quietly for a couple of minutes. I was gathering my thoughts trying to figure out how to start, Dad had that awkward look on his face he always got when he realized he was going to have to deal with emotional things.

Finally I spoke, telling Dad I was sorry I scared him, that I had let the dream get me so crazy. I was fishing with this statement and Dad took the bait, asking me if I had any idea why it would have hit me so hard after all these years. I looked at my father and told him it was because I had been so afraid lately. Once again going exactly where I was leading him Dad asked what I was so afraid of. With no hesitation I told him I was afraid for Mark, for both of us.

Dad sighed as if saying "This again." I closed my eyes and allowed the vision of my brother being led away from me to enter my mind. In an instant my eyes welled up and tears started to trickle down my cheeks. My father held his ground however, saying we were here to talk about the dream and how he could help me not about what had happened last week. I told him it was the same thing, that I had watched my brother taken away from me once and couldn't deal with it happening again.

Dad shook his head saying that if he told Mark to leave I was twenty and he was eighteen, we would see each other we just wouldn't live together. I told my father it wasn't that simple that Mark and I needed each other whether he understood it or not. When Dad rolled his eyes I got upset and told him that he didn't understand what Mark and I had been through. 

Dad countered with of course he knew what we had been through and that it killed him to think of those things. He went on to say he didn't just feel for me but Mark as well but things were better now and the past was the past and...

I cut him off. I had originally planned on going with the water works, the "oh please Daddy" approach but now I found myself feeling more aggressive. I felt it was high time my father understood how little he really did understand. I began by telling him just that; that just because he "knew" what my brother and I had been through didn't mean he understood it. Unless you had suffered through it yourself there was no way you could. My father was getting annoyed, he had thought I had needed him but now I was on the attack. Dad responded to me perfectly however giving me the "Why don't you make me understand?"

I was more than happy to oblige him. I told him about how just because things happened years ago didn't mean they ever went away. I asked him if he thought the nightmare I had just had was real. He agreed and I told him to imagine years of that. Imagine going to bed at night wondering if tonight was the night that you would have to relive that hell. I told him that yes he and mom had given me a wonderful life but they could not erase what had happened. I told him Mark had dreams that were just as vivid. I then asked him if he really wanted to know why we slept with the doors locked. Ignoring the smart ass remark of "I had kind of figured it out at the hotel" I told him how Frank would let himself into my room at night when I was asleep and sneak up on me. Shoving my face into the pillow and tearing my pants off before I was even fully awake. Dad looked away at that point and started to say something, but I stopped him saying this is what he needed to hear. Of course he knew I had been abused but he never heard the details, never wanted to because he didn't have the stomach for it. 

I proceeded to tell him about the one time I had locked my door, how the next day Frank, as a punishment, not only raped me but had forced it into my mouth until I threw up then hit me for making a mess. Dad told me that was enough and I asked him if he couldn't even listen to it how did he think I was supposed to be able to forget it? I told him that the reason I hadn't slept all week was because not only was my door unlocked but every time he had come up and tried it, every time I heard the knob rattle I was transported back to those days. 

Before Dad could respond I went into Mark. Told him how when Max was drunk or strung out, which was most of the time, he would barge into Mark's room and wake him up just to accuse him of something he never did then beat him, beat him so badly he would miss days of school at a time. Told my father how when Max caught Mark trying to lock the door he had made my brother put his hand on the floor and stomped on it until it broke. For Mark it didn't end after Max, when he was in the group home the other kids picked on him all the time because he wouldn't speak.

Of course when they would touch him Mark would fight back and always win. So a couple of times three of them got together and sneaking into Mark's room at night held my brother down while they took turns beating him. So yes Mark and I locked our doors because for some strange reason we felt safer that way. I then went into the fact that he thought Mark and I were having sex.

I admitted that Mark and I might be a little closer than your average brother and sister, but we had also been separated for ten years and had been hurt badly during that time. I went back to the nightmares. That he had just seen how bad they could be. I asked what were we supposed to do at our age go downstairs and tell mommy and daddy we couldn't sleep? No instead Mark and I would go into each other's room and sit on the bed and talk. 

Now as I was speaking the tears began to flow again as the next thing I spoke of was how when Mark and I were young we shared a bedroom and when Mom had yet another drunken asshole boyfriend over and they were fighting I would get into my brothers bed and we would hold each other. Remembering that, the next time Mark had one of those horrible dreams I decided to just lie down with him so he could sleep. I then admitted that we had been doing it ever since, it wasn't all the time I lied; just maybe once every couple of weeks or so. The hotel was a strange place for Mark, so knowing he'd have trouble sleeping I just let him lie down with me. We talked for awhile then fell asleep. 

Dad shook his head saying that it was the way we were lying together, that we were way to comfortable, like a couple would sleep. At that I told dad that he was right, in the fact we were that close when we slept because we couldn't with anyone else. I told him it was about safety not lust or any physical desire. I then decided to make Dad squirm a bit and got into my issues with men telling him how I couldn't sleep with them. Dad made a comment about how we shouldn't be discussing that.

I informed him that his little girl was twenty years old and although certainly not a tramp in anyway had been with a few boyfriends. As Dad looked away I continued on telling him how I had issues with sex. Without getting into more detail than he could handle I told my father that not only were there certain things I couldn't do, that if I was so much as touched in a certain way I got nervous and upset. I told him about Greg, how I had really liked him and we had been sleeping together and how one day just playing around he had grabbed me the wrong way and gotten six stitches in his arm for it. 

So because of that, on the occasions that Mark did lie in my bed, we tended to get close. At this point I decided to throw Dad a bone and admit that it had never occurred to me how bad it looked at our age, just because those thoughts had never crossed our minds but I could see where it might have looked funny to him especially because he was so protective of me. I also told him that we wouldn't do it anymore, that if we had to take things to help us sleep or go back to counseling we would. Then looking at my father I let the emotions flow through me and started crying harder asking him to please believe me. 

Not just for Mark but that it hurt me to think that he would think of me that way. That I would be capable of a sexual relationship with my brother as I said this I heard a voice in the back of my mind calling me a liar; that my father deserved better than this, but all that mattered was Mark right now. I begged him not to think I was some kind of a sick whore. I stopped and putting my head in my hands cried harder, this was not an act I had gotten myself going again and now really couldn't stop. I just kept picturing Mark being led away from me.

Dad leaned over and put his hand on my arm, when I looked up he kissed my tear streaked cheek and told me that he did believe me. That he and mom had discussed it several times this week and he had realized he might be blowing it out of proportion. He added that he still went through the locks and not allowing us together because he felt he had to until he was completely convinced and seeing me like this told him the truth. That I couldn't possibly be this upset if I were lying. Little did he know...

I asked him if that meant Mark would be staying. Dad frowned and said that was a different story. Before I could speak he raised his hand and said it was his turn to talk. As I sat stunned, that after all this he still wanted Mark out, Dad started. He told me exactly what Krissy had; that Mark was changing he could see it. Mark had been through a lot and had the issues to prove it and in my father's eyes he was becoming dangerous. Dad pointed out the last few karate tournaments, where Mark was hitting so hard that there was talk of banning him from them. He also brought up Mark's growing arrogance and disdain for the people around him, as well as that look that he got when he worked out.

Dad reminded me that my father Matthew, whom I had really no memory of and that Mark had never met, had been unstable, how he had been in and out of trouble and had finally snapped and killed someone and was currently in a mental institution. Dad had seen a picture of my real father and that Mark could be his twin, he also mentioned how my father had been into the occult, and had been a gifted martial artist, but also had been on medication for some type of mental disorder. He had been off his meds for a month when he had run into trouble in a bar and broken the neck of a bouncer who had tried to throw him out.

As I sat knowing full well where this was going my father said he was afraid that Mark was heading exactly in that direction. That it was genetic, Mark knew nothing of his father yet was somehow just like him. Dad stopped and I remained silent, tears running down my cheeks. I looked up and told him that I was from the same father, did he think that way of me?

Dad shook his head and then with a sigh looked at me, telling me that they had gotten me when I was young enough but he felt it might be too late for Mark, that he was broken beyond repair. I disagreed pointing out his fantastic grades, how he had been with Krissy for over a year now. I knew he was struggling but he would get through. Dad asked me how much longer did I really think Krissy would be around she had already broken up with him once and it was for the same reasons. I shook my head and getting control of my voice told Dad that Mark was different than my father because he had us. We had given him a good life he would okay he would...

Dad interrupted and asked me to let him tell a story. I nodded and he proceeded to tell me about how a few years ago a friend of his from work's wife had brought home an abused dog. The wife, who was a volunteer at an animal shelter told her husband how the owners of the dog trained pit bulls and what they did was tie this dog to a tree and let the pits attack it teaching them commands so this poor dogs life was literally getting attacked until it would no longer be able to defend itself. 

The people worked with the dog for months gained its trust and eventually it had become not only a pet but a member of the family. They owned the dog for well over a year and then one day the guy told my Dad they had to put it down. For apparently no reason the dog had snapped; they had all been in the house and the dog who had been chewing a bone suddenly got up and started pacing, when one of the kids went to pet him the dog attacked, biting not only the boy but the father as well, they had to lock it in a room and by the time the cops had gotten there it had all but chewed through the door and it had to be shot.

Dad said that Mark reminded him of that story. On the surface he still seemed okay but underneath there was something growing, something dark and sooner or later it would come out. Dad claimed he could see it in Mark's eyes sometimes, like there was something moving behind them like he was waiting for something. As I sat with my head down, my stomach twisting Dad said that he just didn't want to take a chance, they had done the best they could for Mark but he felt that Mark was a time bomb and maybe it would be best for every one if he went to live somewhere else.

I lost it. I started sobbing uncontrollably. Dad put his hand on my shoulder but I wouldn't stop crying. Looking up at him I gasped out in between the sobs to please not take Mark away from me, that we needed each other and that it wasn't right! Dad asked me to calm down but I couldn't, he tried to tell me Mark would be okay, I would still see him, that...

I cut him off with what could only be described as a wail. I was crying so hard I was choking. I got up and throwing myself into Dad's lap wrapped my arms around his neck. As he held me I spoke through my sobs and tears. I was basically blubbering at this point but didn't care. I told him that Mark didn't just need me he needed them to. They were the only family Mark ever knew and yes he was having a really hard time right now, but shouldn't that mean that we needed to be there for him even more?

If Dad thought he was slipping now, what would happen if he was alone? Then he would end up getting in trouble. I told my father that I knew he cared about Mark, that he hadn't just let him live with us for me but that he and mom wanted to help him. I told him how much Mark loved mom, how good she was to him and how bad he needed that. I reminded him of how he had only hit Jake because he was sticking up for mom and that he had gotten upset at the hotel because I was upset. That all Mark was trying to do was protect the few people who were good to him. Dad began to say he was just worried about his family.

I let out another of those pathetic noises saying that Mark was my family! I told Dad that all Mark needed was some help I would make him talk to someone and talk to us, but to kick him out would be the end of him. I asked dad I had just been a screaming maniac, was he going to get rid of me? Dad exclaimed of course not he would never give up on me. I then begged him not to give up on my brother. From then on begging is exactly what I did I just kept saying please over and over again. Dad was silent as I begged and cried, after I started getting a grip on myself I lifted my head off his shoulder just enough to get a look at his face. My father had tears in his eyes, whether it was from my constant crying or that maybe I was getting through to him I didn't know, all I knew was that it was a good sign for me. Once again I felt that odd calm come over me. With an effort I reigned my tears in and sitting up on my father's lap looked at him and putting my eyes down pushed out my lower lip and whispered;

"Please Daddy? Please don't give up on Mark, he's going to be fine, he just needs us."

"Megan..." He started.

"Please Daddy? Please just trust me?" Yeah, because I would never lie to you.

Dad sighed.

"You're worse than your mother Megan, she was crying about this last night."

"I love you Daddy." I told him hugging him.

"I know you do hon. I love you too." He sighed again.

"You're right Megan we need to try to help him."

"So he can stay?"

"He can, but I do want to have a long talk with him and I want you both to go back to the councilors that you two somehow decided you didn't need a few months ago."

"Oh thank you Dad!" I said kissing his cheek. "Can I tell him its okay?"

"Yeah okay, I doubt he's asleep." Dad said. "Probably wondering if he needs a tetanus shot."

"Hey!" I laughed. "That's not nice."

"Go talk to your brother and then get some sleep hon. Tell him I'll talk to him in the morning."

I was so happy I felt giddy. I all but jumped up from my father's lap then I looked down as something else occurred to me.

"Dad can I lock my door at night?"

"I don't know Megan I can't afford to have Mark kicking them down."

I laughed, but he frowned

"Seriously Megan what if you have another nightmare?"

"If I lock my door I feel better. Please Dad?"

"Okay Megan for now anyways but hon?"

"Yes?"

"Seriously I don't want Mark and you in the same bed anymore, it's just not right got it?" I started to reply but he raised his hand and continued;

"Because if I see it again he's out on his ass Megan, then and there I'll throw him out myself, no matter how hard you cry got it?"

I nodded, we would be careful from now on. Hell we'd never gotten caught before.

"Okay," I told Dad. "If he can't sleep we'll come downstairs and talk or something."

"That's fine. Good night honey."

I headed out of the study and all but ran into Mom who had obviously been listening at the door.

"Mom!" I started.

"I know Megan I heard." She said grinning. Then putting her hands on my shoulders asked me if I was okay.

"Yes much better!"

Mom looked at me strangely then said;

"Megan I know you want to go talk to Mark and you're probably exhausted, but let me ask you, why do you think you reacted so badly to that dream?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I think because I haven't slept and been so worried about Mark and dad."

"Yeah? You think that's it?"

"I think so why?" 

Mom shook her head.

"Just wondering, now go on up and tell your brother he doesn't have to pack."

"Okay."

"Megan?"

"Mom?"

"For the record I would have never let Dad go through with it. Mark's a part of this family as much as you are."

"Then why did you let me think..."

Mom winked.

"I'd rather have dad think it was his decision. That he did it for his little girl rather than his wife told him he couldn't"

I all but ran up the stairs to Mark's room. I was just about to enter when I remembered that my Dad had said the doors were okay. I quickly went over to my door and locked it before going back to Mark's room. I knocked once then went in.

Mark was sitting on the bed staring off into space his right arm had gauze wrapped around it. He looked up when I came in.

"You okay sis?"

"I'm better than okay little brother!" I exclaimed running over and sitting next to him. "Know why?"

Before he could answer I hugged him so hard we almost fell backwards onto the bed and said;

"Dad's not going to ask you to leave Mark!"

"Really?" His eyes widened.

"Really Mark!" I laughed. "I'll tell you that dream scared the shit out of me, but you know what? It got Dad off guard and I was able to get him to listen."

"Speaking of, are you okay Meg? That was pretty fucking bad."

"Mark I'm so sorry about your arm." 




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 16



"It's okay but you scared me sis you really did."

"Yeah I scared me too." I admitted. 

"Meg?"

I looked up at him. For someone who had gotten great news he didn't seem too happy.

"What is it Mark?"

"How much did you drink tonight?"

"Oh please!" I waved my hand. "If anything, that helps me sleep."

"Yeah well to much can do funny things to you."

I thought about my desire for Krissy and how bad that dream really had hit me. How I couldn't stop crying. No he was wrong I was just high strung.

"Well no worries Mark I'll be sleeping just fine from now on!"

"So Doug's okay with me?" Mark asked.

"Well he's going to talk to you tomorrow. He's worried you're going to become our real father. Just nod and say okay. And he's making us go back to talk to those dumb ass therapists."

Mark shrugged.

"Great. They ask us to talk about the past then wonder why we never forget it."

"Small price to pay little brother." 

As I spoke I stood up and walking over to Mark's door locked it. Turning I went back over to the bed where Mark was shaking his head at me.

"Unlock it Meg."

"Dad said it's okay Mark."

"I don't care Megan, unlock it."

I smiled at him and bending over kissed him on the lips.

"But if it's unlocked we can't fool around dummy."

"Good because we can't."

I looked at him.

"Mark we..."

"No Megan, no more."

"You don't want me?" I asked my heart sinking. "But Mark we..."

I stopped as again I felt those irrational tears start to flow.

"Of course I want you sis." Mark said taking my hands in his. "I'll always want you. But not here Megan, never again."

As I sat down next to him he continued;

"From now on we'll save our tips and money and we'll grab a motel once or twice a week and say we're staying with other people we can't take a chance here Megan not after this."

I shook my head.

"That's not true Mark. The hotel was a mistake, we've been fucking for months here and never got caught."

"You're father wasn't watching and trust me he still will be."

Mark looked away for a moment then looking back to me brought my hand to his lips and kissed it.

"Listen Megan, we got away with one. If we ever get caught again..."

"We'll leave Mark, I won't let you go alone I promise!" I told him. 

He couldn't be serious, did he really not want to sleep with me anymore?

"Megan if they tossed me you know what? Whatever. I mean I know Denise cares for me and so does Doug sort of, but bottom line is I'm here because of you. I'm just somebody who lived here for a couple of years and left."

"Mark that's not true..."

"But Meg you're their daughter and if we get caught again they'll know you lied to them. You'll lose your mom and dad and I won't let that happen to you Megan, you need them. You need all of us."

I was touched beyond words. My brother had almost been homeless and he was worried for me. I was the idiot that had started this whole mess in the first place. Mark would be willing to give up what we had so I wouldn't lose my family.

"Oh Mark I do love you." I said as I kissed him on the cheek.

"I love you too, sis."

"But that's my choice Mark." I said looking him in the eye. "First off we won't get caught again, second I love Mom and Dad but were blood Mark and I'll never take them over you."

"We might get caught Meg we..." I put my finger to his lips.

"We won't Mark because Dad said it's okay to lock the doors." I stood up and smiled down at him.

"And why do we lock our doors? Because we feel safer that way of course, and because we sleep better. But mostly..."

Taking my night shirt off I tossed it to the side so that I was standing completely naked before my brother.

"I lock my door so that I can be with my beautiful little brother." 

I stepped up between his legs so that my tits were inches from his face. Mark stared at them and I could see the struggle behind his eyes just as I had that first night I had offered myself to him. I leaned over closer to him and cupping my left tit in my hand brought it to his lips.

"It's not nice to tell your big sister no Mark." "But..."

I shushed him by brushing my nipple across his lips.

"Oh." He said softly.

I turned the other way so that my right nipple caressed his lips. I swung my leg over Mark's and straddled his right leg. He was wearing shorts and I started grinding my bare pussy into his thigh. Mark began breathing heavier.

"Now little brother," I began as I continued to rock back and forth on his now slick thigh. "Are you trying to tell your big sister that you don't want her sweet little pussy?"

"Meg please," He whispered.

"Ohhhh," I cooed. "I like when you beg."

I reached down and grabbed his cock through his shorts. I couldn't believe how hard he was, having already gone three times tonight. Mark moaned but was still hesitating. I reached down, sliding my hand up the leg of his shorts and started rubbing his balls while my other hand stroked him through the thin material . "Oh that's not fair." Mark whispered.

Smiling I turned so that my tit was once again at his lips. With the cutest little whimper Mark opened his mouth and went to put his lips on my nipple, which I quickly pulled away from him.

"Nope," I told him. "You said you didn't want it."

As I spoke I removed my hand from inside his shorts and stopped stroking him.

"Please don't tease sis." He said.

I stood up and stepped back away from him, smiling at the wet spot on his thigh from my pussy.

"I thought you didn't want to Mark?"

"I.. I do Megan please let me have it?"

"Have what little brother?"

Mark looked up at me and whispered;

"Please let me have your pussy sis."

"This pussy?" I reached down and spread my lips open.

"Yes." "You want your sister's pussy? You are a naughty little brother aren't you?"

Mark nodded. I smiled, I felt good again as if everything was as it should be. The doors were locked there was nothing to worry about and I had my beautiful little brother begging for his sister's pussy.

"Get on your knees Mark." 

As Mark slid down to his knees I walked over to him and putting one foot up on the bed said;

"Now suck my pussy little brother, and do a good job or I'll take it away."

Mark angled his head up between my legs and started immediately sucking on my clit.

"Faster." I told him.

Mark picked up the pace, it felt terrific but I decided that he didn't need to know that.

"Oh for God's sakes do I need to help?" With that I grabbed Mark's hair and holding his head still, started grinding my pussy all over his face.

"Keep your tongue still little brother!" I snapped at him. 

As with Krissy I wasn't sure where I was getting this but it reminded me of the hotel, the way Mark had taken me and we had both loved it. Besides little brother was apparently getting rough with poor little Krissy, so maybe he needed to get a taste of it himself. I yanked hard on his hair, pulling his face from my pussy.

"I think you need to learn how to lick little brother."

Stepping past him I lied down on his bed.

"Get up and go to the foot of the bed." I told him.

Looking upset but turned on at the same time Mark went to the foot of the bed as I had instructed.

"Take your shorts off." As he did his huge prick sprang out, standing at full attention.

"Now get on your knees."

When he had I put my right foot in front of his face.

"Lick my foot Mark."

Mark looked at me then with a shrug started lightly flicking his tongue across the tips of my toes.

"I said my foot, and lick the entire thing, up and down like a dog."

Mark started to say something, but leaned forward and putting his tongue on the heel of my foot licked all the way up to the tip of my big toe. I let out a sharp hiss as I could feel the moisture flowing through my pussy. Mark slid his tongue back down then up again first slowly then he started picking up speed. I watched with my pussy dripping as my brother rapidly licked the bottom of my foot up and down. Each time he got to the top he would suck one of my toes into his mouth then go to the next one. When he had done all my toes I told him to go to the next foot. 

Mark eagerly switched to my other foot and this time as he licked I could hear small moaning sounds coming from him.

"Oh you like licking your sister's feet do you?"

"Yes." He whispered just before sucking my big toe into his mouth.

"Then I think you should thank me for letting you."

With no hesitation Mark looked me in the eye;

"Thank you for letting me lick your sexy feet Megan."

"Stand up and rub your cock on them."

Mark stood and grabbing his dripping dick started smearing his pre cum all over the bottom of my feet, moaning the entire time.

"Now go back and lick it off." I said to him

"What?" Mark asked his eyes widening.

"You want this little brother?" I asked spreading my smooth pussy open.

"Oh yes."

"Then clean the mess you made on my pretty feet."

Mark slowly sank back to his knees and with a mixed look of lust and disgust that sent another surge through my pussy, began to lick his own sticky precum off of my feet. I moaned out loud as he did. It took everything I had not to start playing with myself as I watched Mark clean my feet with his tongue. Oh wherever this had come from I hoped it didn't go away.

"That's it Mark you get every drop."

When he had finished Mark looked up at me expectantly.

"Now that you've learned how to use your tongue why don't you slide up here and try my pussy again."

"Thank you Megan." Mark whispered.

"Ohhh I like that little brother. That was nice, now be a good boy and make you're big sister cum."

Mark slid up between my legs and after plunging two fingers into my sopping wet pussy, sucked my clit into his mouth and started swirling his tongue around it. I lifted my legs and put them over his shoulders resting my feet on his back and started grinding my hips, smearing my pussy all over his face. I was close to cumming already; making Mark lick my feet like that had me ready before he had even started. I continued to slide my clit around his face to stall my orgasm and to make him work harder for it. Mark whimpered his frustration as I pulled my clit from his tongue.

"Awww is someone getting impatient?" I asked him. "Because if you're tired of your sister's pussy I can take it away."

"No please," Mark groaned. "I love licking your pussy,"

"Good answer little brother! I'll stay still but you only have a minute, if you can't get me off then you won't get off."

I stopped moving and then immediately started moaning as Mark attacked my pussy with his mouth. As he rapidly sucked my clit in and out between his lips his fingers were busy sliding in and out of my hot little pussy. In no time my thighs started shaking and my hips lifted off the bed. Feeling wicked I told Mark;

"Better hurry. Little brother or you don't get any of your sister's..."

I was cut short, overwhelmed by the orgasm that had hit me faster and harder than I had expected. I covered my mouth with both hands as I slammed my hips up and down into my brother's face. I couldn't believe how hard I was cumming and how long it was lasting. Somehow Mark had kept my clit in his mouth and just as the orgasm was finishing I felt another one right behind it. "Oh don't stop Mark," I whimpered forgetting out being in control for the moment. "Oh please just a little more I oh yesss!"

I came again. Not as hard but enough to warrant covering my mouth again and my brother getting his face ground into my pussy some more. I slumped back onto the bed gasping for breath and watching the ceiling spin. I was just starting to catch my breath when I felt Mark grab my ankles. In one quick motion he lifted my legs and plunged his huge hard cock into my overheated pussy. After my initial gasp he plowed deep inside of me. I looked at him and started;

"Did I tell you that..." I moaned as Mark thrust deep inside of me once more then stopped.

"Sorry I..."

"Oh never mind!" I said smiling. "Just fuck me!"

Mark smiled back and lifting my legs so my ass left the bed and started slamming the shit out of me. There was plenty of time to explore the new game Mark and I had just started learning but for now what this nasty girl needed was to get her pussy pounded by her little brother. Mark was more than happy to oblige; letting my ankles go he leaned forward placing his arms behind my knees and bending my legs back to the point where my ankles were just about behind my ears.

I was bent almost in two and Mark's enormous cock was plunging straight down into me. It was everything I could do not to scream as Mark hammered away at me. Twice when he went even deeper I let out a yelp that was a little bit louder than it should have been. I went to cover my mouth with my hands but Mark had a better idea. Pulling his cock out he twisted my legs rolling me over onto my side then grabbing my hips put me on my stomach. Lifting my hips up he drove his cock into me from behind I cried out into the pillow that was under my face.

As Mark held onto my hips and fucked the shit out of me I took the pillow and wrapping it around my face all but screamed into it. I couldn't believe how hard and fast he was fucking me and it wasn't going to end anytime soon as Mark had already had more than his share of pussy tonight. I was suddenly struck by a feeling of guilt, I had spent almost a half an hour crying in my father's arms to get him to believe he was wrong, that how could he think his little girl was a whore? Yet here I was not twenty minutes later on my knees with my brother's enormous cock pounding into me. 

As quickly as that feeling came I brushed it aside. Why should I feel guilty? I had lost my entire childhood and still suffered from it. I was entitled to have this, to be able to enjoy my brother in this way, my brother who in turn more than enjoyed being with his big sister giving her what she needed. What she couldn't find anywhere else. Mark and I were taking what we wanted, in this case it just happened to be something everyone else saw as wrong. Well if wrong felt this good then I never wanted to be right because right now my little brother was giving it to me so good that I was ready to cum again.

Remembering the vivid dream of Mark with Krissy I took my arms and placed them behind my back. Mark instantly grabbed my wrists and pulled back causing a pain in my shoulders that made me moan, that little jolt of pain was also enough to send yet another orgasm smashing through me. I howled into the pillow as my pussy contracted around Mark's cock, making it feel even better. 

I could hear Mark breathing heavy with the exertion of fucking me. He was totally exhausted as well and all but spent sexually yet had been fucking me hard and fast for a good fifteen minutes at this point. I listened, totally turned on as his breaths turned into to desperate whimpers as if he were straining to cum.

"There you go little brother," I told him "You cum for your big sister; you show her how bad you want her! Go ahead every last... Oh fuck yeah!"

I went back to the pillow as Mark, all but gasping at this point, reared back and after giving me several pumps that were so hard that I swear my pussy was going to have bruises in the morning let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a sigh of relief. His cock twitched deep inside of me and I felt his hot cum flood through my pussy. There still seemed to be quite a bit as Mark thrust slowly in and out each time sending another spurt into his sister's greedy little pussy.

As Mark let my arms go I stretched out flat on my stomach and Mark all but collapsed on top of me. We stayed like that both panting for awhile until Mark rolled over onto his back. I rolled over as well right into his arms, my face resting on his chest. Mark held me close to him and kissed the top of my head. I made a happy little sound in my throat and burrowed my face deeper into his chest. As I lied there in Mark's arms it struck me that as nasty as we started it was as sweet as we finished.

After a few minutes Mark whispered;

"Are you staying in here tonight?"

"Little brother I couldn't move if I wanted to." I told him then with a laugh added; "But trust me I don't want to."

Mark moved and getting up pulled his shorts on and handed me my nightshirt. As I slipped it on Mark set the alarm for seven; a half hour before the folks got up then slid back into the bed behind me and put his arm around me. Mark gave me a sweet kiss on the back of my neck and told me how much he had missed this during the last week. Grabbing his arm I pulled it tighter around my waste and sighed contentedly as I drifted off to sleep in my brother's arms, my last thought was that everything was going to be just fine.

The alarm went off and with a groan I reached over to shut it off. I rolled over and gave Mark a kiss then sat up. I was definitely going to go back to sleep in my bed. Matter of fact I didn't have work until six and might just spend the entire day there catching up on some much needed rest. Mark got up and stretched. Damn he looked good but at this point my pussy was sore, plus I had no idea what time Dad would come looking for Mark. I kissed Mark again then went though the bathroom. I stopped as I walked through the empty doorway and called to Mark that he would have to shower downstairs. Not that I would mind a show but the folks might think it odd.

I noticed that the glass from the lamp was gone and the covers were back on the bed. Mom must have straightened up while I was talking to Dad. I pulled the covers down and gratefully slid underneath of them. I sighed happily and rolling over onto my side went right back to sleep. I awoke to the sound of ringing metal and cursing under my window. I sat up and saw it was nine. Getting up I looked out the window to see Mark in the drive way under the hood of the Lesabre. I smiled, my brother was one of those people you wanted to kick because anything he tried he was good at but cars eluded him. Eventually he would figure things out but it took him forever and he was always getting pissed off. I sat down in the chair and watched him look first at the manual then under the hood.

A moment later my father came out and walked over to him. When Dad first came over Mark had looked nervous. I could faintly hear Dad's voice but not what he was saying. As he spoke the expression on Mark's face seemed to relax and he was nodding. After a few minutes Mark began to speak and they went back and forth for awhile. Finally Dad nodded and gave Mark a slap on the back. Mark smiled then to my surprise Dad put his arm around his shoulders and hugged him.

I smiled as I watched Mark awkwardly return the hug. A minute later I laughed out loud as Dad had looked under the hood then reaching in fumbled for a minute before pulling something out and handing it to Mark, who after staring at my father for a minute snatched the piece out of his hand and started cursing. I could hear Dad laughing from where I sat; everything really was going to be okay.

I turned at a knock on the door. Mom came in carrying a small plastic bag and asked what I had been laughing at. I told her that Mark and Dad seemed to have patched things up and how happy I was about it. I expected Mom to look happy as well but instead she came over and sat down on the foot of the bed.

"Megan," She said softly. "We need to talk about last night."

I looked at her.

"Last night? Oh the nightmare, I told you mom I think it was just being scared about Mark and dad."

"No, I think there was more to it than that." She said quietly.

"No really Mom I'm..."

I stopped cold as reaching into the plastic bag Mom pulled out the bottle of Captain Morgan that had been under my mattress.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 16



"Megan honey we really need to talk." 



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 17



March 1985

I glanced at my watch and rolled my eyes. How the hell was it only 11:30? I shook my head and looked around Vinnie's which this late on a Friday was all but deserted. The older crowd had left hours ago and around now all the younger people would be at the bars or the clubs. I had gotten off at 10, a full two hours before closing which was on purpose of course as I was not in Vinnie's good graces right now. I also had to wait until a little after midnight for Mark to pick me up as I had lost my car for the month of March. As was often the case these days my loss of both hours and transportation were my own fault and were the least of what I had been losing lately.

By far the most painful thing I had lost was my parents trust. Starting with that Friday morning when Mom had confronted me with the bottle of rum I had hidden in my mattress. Initially even that would not have been too bad; Mom had told me she would keep it quiet from Dad providing I would go to my councilor and talk about it and of course not drink anymore, after all not only was I not 21 yet but Mom was convinced that the alcohol had triggered the horrific nightmare that had sent me into hysterics.

As I sat totally humiliated at having been caught I listened to my mother talk about how drinking could do a lot of bad things for someone like myself who already had been through so much that it could easily become a crutch. She also expressed her concern at how much trouble a beautiful girl like me could get into especially around the wrong crowd, how it could make you want to do things you wouldn't ordinarily. As she spoke all I could think of was that scene with Krissy and that vivid wet dream I had of her afterwards. I also thought of how much more fun sex was when I was drinking which I'm sure is what she was getting at.

I promised Mom that it wouldn't happen again and I meant it. I was good for all of about a week until I let Jack take me out on his "make it up to me date." It was a really nice night he had taken me to Twin Oaks then we had gone dancing. After that was when I had made the mistake of going to a party with him. Everyone had been drinking and after turning it down a couple of times I figured what the hell? Thinking there was a chance I might go back to Jack's I had already told Mom I would be staying at Betty's so if I caught a buzz I would just let Jack further make things up to me and spend the night. 

That was exactly what had happened, I had gotten pretty drunk and gone back to Jack's where I will have to admit he did a damn good job of kissing my ass as well as every other part of my body. I was feeling so good I even curled up with him and slept through the night. During the following couple of weeks I spent several nights with Jack, all of them started with drinks at the bar however not all of them ended as happily as that first night back with him. After I had stayed over a couple of times it started to go back to the same old Jack. I went out of my way to treat him good in bed and he barely took care of me. At no point did he ask me to get on my knees for him, which was a plus, but he had made a couple of cracks about "hang ups".

One night I had gotten fed up and told him he was an asshole and we argued, he told me there were plenty of girls eager to do whatever he wanted, as a matter of fact he had added with a smirk he had just been with Julie, one of the other waitresses, last night and she couldn't roll over fast enough for him. Of course I knew Jack and I weren't really a couple but I'd be damned if I'd be called sloppy seconds. I walked out of his place then realized that I had no car and was drunk.

I tried calling Betty, but she answered the phone sounding wasted herself and I could hear a guy in the background. It was after 11 so crossing my fingers I called home. Mark had a phone in his room and I knew he was home, it was just a matter of him lying to the folks if they asked who had called as I was supposed to be at Betty's. Mark came and picked me up and when he got there and saw how upset I was I had to get in front of him to stop him from going up to Jack's and calling him outside.

Mark parked a couple of houses down so the folks wouldn't hear his car and we got out. By then I had been sitting for awhile and could just about walk. Mark had to hold me up as we walked up the porch stairs and into the house. Where Dad was sitting on the couch waiting; I was obviously drunk and he knew it. After thanking Mark for picking me up he told him to go upstairs and Dad let me have it. Mom came down and shook her head sadly. I was grounded for two weeks including losing the keys to my car and Mom went with me to my next counseling appointment.

Things got uglier after that. Mark was picking me up from work but he got out an hour after me so I had to hang at Vinnie's, I somehow let Jack give me a couple of drinks. I wasn't going to go with him anymore but found that I couldn't find anything wrong with having a couple with him. Well one night it went from a couple, to a few shots, to Jack and I fucking in the back room. When Mark picked me up I was wasted. 

When we got home I was so far gone Mark had to carry me up the stairs. I got a huge kick out of this and started laughing. Mark told me to keep it down. I pouted as he went to put me in my room and told him I wanted to go in his. Mark said no which pissed me off. As Mark tried to carry me through the doorway I started kicking my legs making it hard for him. I managed to kick my door shut and when Mark put me down to open the door I turned to run into his room which was when I knocked the lamp off the small table in the hallway. Mark told me to get my fucking ass in my room and swore he was going to beat the fuck out of Jack next time he saw him. I laughed and pulled away from him again. Mark went to grab me but stopped and whispered; 

"Oh shit."

"Who the hell is Jack?" Dad asked from behind me.

I was dragged downstairs for another lecture and this time told it was a month and not even allowed to use the phone. The conversation then turned to who was Jack and was he the one giving me booze? I shrugged and acted stupid saying it was friends I was partying with. At that point my brother, who I never thought would betray me, told Dad who Jack was, how old he was and that he'd been getting me drunk for the last two months. With a smirk Mark then told dad he knew where Jack lived.

Dad went ballistic and it was everything Mom could do to keep him from getting in his car and going to Jack's. Mom told him to go and talk to Vinnie. I told them they couldn't do that! Jack would get fired and I would have to deal with all kinds of shit at work. Dad said tough shit that fucking punk would go to jail if he had his way. With an evil smile and that look in his eyes Mark told my father why doesn't he not say anything and let him take care of Jack. Mom told them both to stop acting like morons and do it the right way.

The next day Dad went to Vinnie calling for Jack's job. Small problem; Jack is Vinnie's nephew. Vinnie did listen to my father and of course has always liked me but blood is thicker than water, he told my father that he would speak to Jack but just as a reference no one had been twisting my arm. Dad had replied that maybe he should twist Jack's neck but in the meantime he would go to the police. The cops talked to Jack who had some priors then talked to me. The result was that Jack claimed I never said I wasn't twenty one. Vinnie gave Jack a couple of weeks off without pay and told him to stay the hell away from me.

The next two weeks I was not surprised to see my hours cut and getting the shit shifts, as a matter of fact I had only gotten this Friday night because one of the other girls called out sick last minute. Of course in hindsight I would have been better off staying home as tonight just happened to be Jack's first night back after his "vacation", of course Vinnie's like most jobs has its share of gossip and the story had already gotten around about why he hadn't been in work.

I tried to stay away from the bar but had no choice when a customer ordered a drink. Jack was surprisingly civil saying hi to me and when no one was around telling me no hard feelings but stay away from the bar after hours. I nodded and foolishly thought everything would be okay. Then I began to notice the looks I was getting from the other waiters all night, catching them pointing at me and laughing. Out of the blue one of them asked me out and when I said no winked and said we didn't have to actually go anywhere.

Finally Tammy, another waitress who I had been friends with since high school, took me aside and said that Jack was telling everyone that I gave great blow jobs and loved sucking cock so much that I would blow anyone just to taste it. Needless to say I was both angry and embarrassed. Tammy had told me this around nine and since we were slow went to the bar and got my drink orders for me so I wouldn't have to. So now here I was sitting here feeling stupid unable to even go home while these assholes walked around smirking at me. I even called Mark to see if he could get off earlier but Mitch's was busy.

After an eternity midnight came and I went out in the parking lot to wait for Mark. Seeing Jack out there with a couple of other waiters and waitresses I went up to him and told him he was a piece of shit. Jack had laughed and said that he meant it as a compliment and it made up for the fact that I was so uptight that I was only a good fuck if I was drunk. That got a round of laughs from the other guys. 

I stood there totally humiliated and so frustrated I started to cry which made it worse. I stormed away intent on going to the other side of the restaurant when I heard the low growl and blaring music that announced my brothers arrival. Mark pulled up next to me and I saw he had Krissy with him which sent me into further tears. I wouldn't even have Mark tonight as anytime she was with him this late she was coming over.

Mark saw my face and instantly was out of the car asking me what was wrong. Krissy had gotten out as well and came around to me. I heard someone whistle; it was warm for March and Krissy, who I'm sure didn't plan on standing outside, was wearing a short skirt with knee high boots.

"Hey Krissy how 'bout you come over here and see what it's like to be with a man!"

Mark looked over briefly but turned back to me and asked what was wrong. I should have just kept my mouth shut. Or at least waited until we were home, but I couldn't. Trying not to cry more than I already was I told Mark what Jack had said. Marks eyes darkened noticeably and Krissy who had put her arm around me took Mark's hand and told him to get in the car. Mark looked at her and hesitated, he was on thin ice as it was.

"Hey Krissy, let Mark take his baby sis home and you come over here. I have something for you." It was Jack, he then added with a laugh; "Don't worry I showered after I fucked Megan."

That was it. Mark yanked away from Krissy flipped his black leather jacket off and headed straight for Jack.

"Fight!!!" one of the other waiters yelled.

"Mark get back here!" Krissy yelled. She looked at me. "Megan stop him."

I watched as my brother got within a few steps of Jack who had tossed his cigarette aside and took off his own jacket.

"No." I told her.

My brother wanted to make this right for me and I would let him.

Krissy started running over and I followed. The other three waiters and Tammy all had stepped away from Mark and Jack who were standing inches apart. I stopped a few feet away and grabbed Krissy who was ready to get in the middle. Jack was a couple of inches taller than my brother with quite an impressive build. Mark was probably about twenty pounds lighter but was definitely more ripped than Jack was. They were so close they were almost touching.

"You sure about this punk?" Jack asked. "This ain't no tournament."

"Shut up and fight bitch." Mark replied.

"Hey Mark it's not my fault your sister's a drunk."

"Actually it is." 

"Is it my fault she's a slut to?" Someone watching laughed. Jack grinned and added; "Or that she loves it in the mouth."

'"At least she doesn't take it in the ass like you did in the joint." Mark told him smirking.

"What?"

"Is that why it didn't work with my sister? She wouldn't use the strap on?" 

Someone laughed loudly at that one.

"Fuck you Mark." Jack pushed him. 

Mark went back a step and smiled.

"Did they save their jelly for you Jack? So you could spread it on their asses?"

Jack hit Mark in the face. The punch; a short jab snapped Mark's head back, Krissy tried to move but I held her tightly around the arm. Mark looked at Jack his mouth was bleeding. 

"You hit me Jack." He said calmly.

Jack hit him again and a lot harder a solid right cross that caught him flush on his jaw. Mark's head snapped to the side. I watched shocked as Mark simply turned his head to face Jack once again. Someone laughed. Come on little brother I thought.

"Ow." Mark said simply.

Jack hauled off and hit Mark with a left then another right. Both blows sent my brothers head back but otherwise he didn't move. What the hell was wrong with him? Was he afraid? I realized that for all the attitude he had except for hitting Jake I had never seen him fight, was he really afraid? Was it all an act? I let Krissy's arm go prepared to get in the middle I wouldn't watch Mark get hurt. Jack shook his head.

"Fucking pussy."

"I'm still standing." Mark said in that same odd tone.

Jack hit Mark in the stomach when he bent over Jack dealt him an uppercut that rocked my brother's head back, I heard a crack and I saw blood flowing from Mark's nose his lower face was already covered with it.

"Mark!" I cried out.

"Jesus this is stupid." Jack said.

As Mark continued to stand there I saw the he had that weird "going away" look he had when he went into one of his prolonged fogs. I also noticed his head was cocked slightly as if he were listening to something. When he had first come to live with us he had done that all the time. The Doctor's said because he wasn't allowed to talk he talked to himself in his head. This was the first time I had seen him do it in months, he must be scared. I needed to stop this. I was just stepping forward when Mark spoke; 

"You hit me Jack," He said calmly. "You hit me first." 

"Mark please!" Krissy yelled.

"And I'll hit you last you fucking wuss," Jack said throwing another right.

There was a sharp slapping sound as Mark's left hand came up and caught Jack's fist in his palm. Jack had all of his 200 pounds behind the punch yet Mark's hand hadn't moved so much as an inch. As everyone watched Jack pushed forward the muscles in his arm bulging. Not only did Mark not move back but slowly, steadily, the muscles in his forearms standing out began pushing Jack's hand backwards. Mark let Jack's hand go and as Jack staggered forward Mark pushed him in the chest sending him back a step.

"My turn." He whispered.

Suddenly Jack's head rocked side to side from two slaps that no one had even seen coming. Jack stepped back, shook his head and swung. Mark whipped his head to the side. Jack tried again. Moving only his head Mark made him miss again.

"Come on Jack get serious." 

Jack started swinging, left right high and low. As everyone watched in awe Mark blocked every blow easily slapping Jack's hands away as if he were a child. Jack was getting frustrated, stepping in he threw a wild round house. Mark stepped into it and blocking it back handed Jack across the face, then swinging the same hand down hit him in the stomach where Jack's face was met by my brother's knee, which stood him straight up just in time to meet Mark's forearm.

The blow caught Jack in the head and sent him staggering back into the van behind him. Mark stepped forward and waved him on. Jack was dazed but still came in swinging. Mark grabbed his left wrist then his right and with no hesitation drove the top of his head into Jack's face, as he staggered back Mark jumped and spinning came around catching Jack in the side of his head with the heel of the black snakeskin boot he was wearing, sending him crashing back into the van where in slow motion Jack sank to his knees blood flowing from his face. It was over.

"Oh my god Mark!' Krissy exclaimed.

"Yes!!" I cried out.

Mark had stepped up to Jack and was looking down at him. My elation turned to worry I didn't like the way my brother was standing over him. As I watched Mark grabbed Jack by the hair lifting his head to look up at him. Jack's eyes were barely open. I quickly walked over to them.

"Mark let's go." 

"You know Jack," Mark said quietly. "I believe in an eye for an eye and seeing as you wanted to talk about my sister's mouth. I think it's only fitting that you don't use yours for awhile."

Before I could say anything Mark suddenly brought Jack's face down directly into the knee he had swung up. There was a loud crack as Mark's knee struck Jack at the tip of his chin.

"Oh my fucking god!" Someone yelled behind us. Jack fell onto his back writhing in pain.

"Jesus Christ Mark!" I yelled at him.

Mark turned to me.

"Hey you know sis. It could have been worse on him. He could have talked about your pussy."

At that he winked at me. Oh my god I thought.

"You fucking animal!" Krissy yelled at him. "What's wrong with you?"

Mark turned to look at her and shrugged.

"He deserved it."

"We're through Mark!" She yelled at him. "I am done with you! You're a fucking maniac!"

With that Krissy stormed off in the direction of the pay phone. I turned to look at my brother. Mark watched Krissy go then with another shrug looked back down at Jack as if entranced.

"Mark?" I called his name.

Mark was not only smiling but his eyes were so bright it was if they were lit from within. I remembered the story my father had told me about his co workers pet.

Mark looked at up at me and winked. My stomach twisted as one thought went through my mind; the dog was out.

One of Jack's friends and Tammy were on their knees checking on Jack. The other waiter, a big kid named Billy, turned and said something to Mark who smiled and asked him if he wanted to be next. Billy hesitated and when he did I got in front of Mark and grabbing his arm led him away from Jack. What the hell were we going to do? There were people on the porch across the street so I know damn well the cops had been called. I found myself quite grateful that I hadn't had anything to drink tonight.

"Let's get the hell out of here little brother."

Mark allowed me to pull him towards the car then stopped and said;

"Shit Krissy!"

"Leave her alone Mark she's upset and we have to go!"

Mark pulled away and I watched as he ran over to Krissy who was waiting by the phone. She yelled for him to stay away from her. Mark tried to talk to her but she put her back to him. When he tried to grab her arm she had screamed and pulled away, which is when I got there and grabbing my brother by the hair drug him away from her before he got in more trouble, which speaking of red lights flashing and siren blaring a police cruiser pulled into the parking lot.

I followed Mark who calmly went over to the two police officers who had gotten out and told his side of the story, Jack had upset me, they had words and Jack hit him several times at which point Mark defended himself. We ended up going down to the police station and filling out reports. In the end because of Jack's prior record and the fact that myself, Tammy, and Krissy who in the end still stood by my brother, all said that Jack had gone after Mark first. Mark was let go with a warning and a copy of the report went into the clerks file so if it happened again he would have to go to court. My brother was also informed that his black belt made him a weapon and in the future excessive force on his part would lead to serious trouble.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 17



The folks had heard of course. By the time we came home they had received a call from Krissy's father who had picked her up at the station an hour before they let Mark go. In addition to telling Dad what had happened he informed him that if Mark came near his daughter again he would have him locked up. Once again in what was becoming a familiar scene the two of us found ourselves sitting across from my parents. Dad unloaded on me for going back and hanging around with Jack and he really laid into Mark reminding him of the fact he could lose his scholarship over stupid shit like that.

Mark sitting there with an ice pack pressed to his left eye was still in that unnatural calm he had exhibited during and since the fight told dad that he wouldn't let anyone talk about or hurt his sister like that. Dad told him that although he appreciated the fact that he would defend his sister people like Jack weren't worth it. Mark's simple response was the classic line his big sister had instilled in him; 

"Takers take until their taken."

At that point Dad rolled his eyes and told Mark to "take" his ass upstairs and that I had lost my car for another two weeks and that Mark could use his but only to go to work and to pick me up where he was not to get out of it. Except for work or school the two of us were to be home at all times. Mom then told Mark that he was going to need to stay away from Krissy. 

Mark said something about giving it a few days but Mom shook her head sadly and told him she had spoken to Krissy's mother and was told that Krissy was done, that she was in tears and had told mom that she was afraid of Mark. 

To my surprise not only didn't Mark seem upset but he made a comment that if she'd prefer to stay a member of the herd rather than become elite as he had then it was her loss. Dad shook his head and asked Mark if all the other elites got grounded and had no girlfriends. Mom told Dad to knock it off but Mark still in that uncanny calm simply smiled at Dad and once again quoting from the "Book of Megan" Told him that "Jealousy is an ugly emotion."

Mark and I went upstairs and I watched as he drifted into his room. I wanted to follow of course, after all Mark had defended my honor and was certainly entitled to the reward of his grateful big sister's pussy, but what had happened at the hotel had taught me to be more careful. Mark had been banged up a little and was obviously in denial about Krissy and I wouldn't be surprised if Mom didn't come up in a little while to talk to him without having to deal with Mark and Dad trading sarcastic remarks.

Speaking of Dad I was going to have to talk to him tomorrow. My first thought when Mark had unloaded on Jack had been that this was what Dad had been talking about. Granted dad hadn't seemed as mad as I thought he would be, but-and I smiled at this thought- I think part of it was that dad had wished it was him that had kicked Jack's ass. Still I was worried that dad would use this at some point to bring up the Mark needing to leave conversation again so I would nip it in the bud and tell Dad tomorrow that it had been my fault that I should have never told Mark what Jack had said and that Mark hadn't told him about the cracks that Jack had made about Krissy.

I entered my room and kicking off my heels sat on the bed, put my head in my hands and let the events of the evening hit me. First and foremost was how humiliated I had been at Vinnie's, it wasn't the blow job remarks that Jack had made that had upset me, I mean that was high school shit. What had really gotten to me was his crack about needing to drink to be a decent fuck. He had been right to a point; I was getting worse with men not better.

I had initially thought that cutting loose with Mark would show me how great sex could be and that there was nothing to worry about. Jack was the first guy I had been with since I had been fucking my brother; my first test of that theory and I had failed it miserably. 

I sighed in frustration and shook my head. Maybe I would just take some time from guys. Just fool around with Mark and concentrate on my school work which had been slacking badly to the point where I was dreading this semester's grades. I had been cutting class a lot with Betty and she and I would go back to her little three room apartment and have a couple of drinks. The fact was I hated school. I got along great with the other students and my paintings got rave reviews from my instructors but I hated all the other stuff. 

Why did I need to take business courses or English to paint? The only thing that had saved me was I had taken Latin as a language and had aced it and Mark had done my last two term papers for me. If it wasn't for the fact that Mom and Dad were paying for me to go I would think about quitting. 

Work full time somewhere and paint my ass off. All it would take is one or two sales and word of mouth would take care of the rest. Hell last month Mark's spoiled rich friend Alex Warner, whose father's company had given my brother his scholarship and hung out with Mark sometimes, had told me he had a friend who owned a gallery in New York and he would take some pictures of my paintings to show him.

My thoughts were interrupted by hearing Mark getting into the shower. I considered slipping in there with him, but still wanted to give it more time. Besides at this point I wanted to see if Mark would come to me. Sooner or later he would realize that he may have really lost Krissy and turn to his understanding big sister who would be more than happy to comfort him in his time of need. 

With that thought in mind I decided to stay in my white blouse and short black skirt. I did however remove my stockings and panties, as I did I bent over and glanced over my shoulder in the mirror. The skirt was so short that when I bent all the way I could see the cheeks of my ass and my pretty little pink pussy winking at me from between my creamy thighs. Leaning on one hand I reached down underneath and spreading my pussy open slid a finger through my wet lips. I pictured my brother on his knees behind me licking it. Oh yes I would be more than happy to take my brother's mind off little Krissy.

I pumped my finger in and out several times then sliding my hand back up, stood and sucked my finger into my mouth and sighed; I had always loved the taste of my own pussy. I heard the shower stop and sat waiting for Mark to come into my room. I closed my eyes envisioning him in just a towel maybe even still wet the water dripping down his flat hard stomach. I would drop to my knees and removing the towel suck on that nice big cock.

I realized I was all but panting and my pussy was so wet I could feel it on my inner thighs. A moment later I heard Mark close the door on his side. I waited a few more minutes to see if he was just getting clothes then I shook my head thinking he must not want to take a chance. Well this nasty girl had waited long enough; it was time to get some of my little brother's cock. Getting up I double checked that my door was locked and cutting through the bathroom knocked softly.

There was no answer but the door was unlocked when I tried it so I slowly opened the door and entered Mark's room. I was struck instantly by the strong smell of Nightshade incense. Mark had several candles lit in addition to the incense burner. Mark himself was sitting cross legged naked on the floor his back to me. Mark's hands were raised palms up as if in supplication and he was chanting the Ave Satana in Latin. 

"God Who invites us to become as gods'

Muse of our civilization,

Dread Enemy of its tyrant god

Satan, mighty Liberator,

Bearer of true Light"

Mark's chanting was passionate and I could hear the conviction in his voice. Still adrenalized from the fight and I'm sure feeling as if he had done the right thing; after all our beliefs were all based on Lex Talionis the law of retaliation, my brother was emanating pure power it all but filled the room. I felt my skin break into goose bumps as he raised his muscular arms higher his hands hooked into claws and continued;

"God of our flesh

God of our minds

God of our innermost will."

I found myself softly chanting along with him. As I did I came closer intending on sitting next him however moving suddenly Mark somehow uncrossed his legs and shot himself up into a standing position in one fluid move. Standing tall his arms raised completely over his head which was thrown back staring at the ceiling Mark finished the prayer.

"O mighty Lord Satan,

teach us to become strong and wise

Teach us to vanquish the enemies

of our freedom and well-being"

REGE SATANA! 

When Mark had barked out the final salutation he had pumped his arms in the air then slowly with the muscles flexed tightly let them drop to his sides. Mark turned to face me and I caught my breath. My brother looked magnificent; of course the first thing that caught my eye was that he was fully erect. As I stared, pussy dripping, I let my eyes work their way up from his almost freakishly huge cock to his perfect six pack stomach and muscular chest.

Making my way to his face I once again marveled at his perfect features although at the moment his left eye was swollen and half shut my brother was still beautiful, as a matter of fact the eye gave him a dangerous appearance not that he needed help at the moment, he had that half crazy look on his face he did when he was working out and the candle light reflecting in his eyes gave the illusion they were glowing from within. It occurred to me looking at Mark that he really was a perfect specimen, everything a man should be, and within minutes that man would be all mine. As if reading my mind Mark put his hand out to me.

"Come here my beautiful sister." 

Smiling I walked up to him and putting one hand around his neck kissed him while my other hand dropped down to grab his cock and start stroking it. Mark put his hands up grabbing each side of my face and kissed me back hard. I could feel the tension in his shoulders and his kiss had an air of aggression to it. Like at my cousins house Mark was ready to explode and I was more than ready to take it from him. I broke the kiss and leaning back pouted at him and in my little girl voice said;

"Thank you for sticking up for me little brother," I paused as I brought my other hand down between his legs and started massaging his balls. "Will you let me make it up to you?"

Mark smirked and said;

"Damn straight you're going to make it up to me, after all it was true what he said."

"What?" I asked my hands stopping.

"You are a slut aren't you Megan?" He asked with that nasty smile on his face.

"I... Oww!" I cried out as Mark's hand shot out and grabbed a handful of my hair close enough to the scalp to cause a wave of pain across my head.

"I said you are just a fucking slut aren't you sis?"

Mark was still holding my hair tightly, but despite the pain I felt a surge through my pussy.

"I'm you're slut." I said softly as my hands resumed working his cock.

"Really?" Mark asked. "Your brother's slut? You are a nasty fucking whore."

"Oh yeah Mark anything you want I'll ohhh."

Mark had let my hair go and faster than I could react to and had grabbed my blouse and torn it open, buttons flying across the room. With a vicious tug he pulled it down over my shoulders then reaching behind me and grabbing the middle of my bra tore that apart as well. Stepping back Mark grabbed the middle of the bra and pulled it off of me. I let go of his cock so my blouse would slide off when I went to grab it again Mark slapped my hands away.

"I could jerk myself off slut get on your fucking knees and use your mouth."

Without waiting for me to move Mark grabbed my shoulders and spinning me around slammed his knee into the back of my right knee at the same time he pushed down hard forcing me to my knees. Holding the top of my head Mark stepped around to the front so that his cock was right at my face.

"Besides," He said grabbing my chin and forcing my face up to look at him. "I heard you love it in the mouth."

"Don't be an asshole little... hey!!" 

I cried out again as Mark reached down and gave my right nipple a hard twist.

"Little brother's in charge tonight so just shut up and do the only thing your good for."

Mark's talking to me like that had me so hot I grabbed his cock and with no hesitation put it in my mouth and took it all the way down until my lips were touching the base of his shaft. After shaking my head back and forth I started bobbing my head in a slow steady rhythm, sliding my mouth right up to the tip before devouring the entire length. Knowing how much he enjoyed it I reached up and started caressing his balls with just the tips of my fingernails.

Not tonight however as Mark once again reached down and yanked my hand away.

"Did I tell you to touch?" He asked giving my nipple another hard twist.

I squealed around his cock yet once again the pain sent a surge of wetness through my pussy. Oh little brother was taking everything he wanted tonight!

"Guess I'm going to have to make it so you can't."

Pulling his cock from my mouth, Mark bent over and grabbing my arms pulled them behind my back. Before I knew it he had my wrists crossed and holding them with one of his hands reached down and picking up my bra reached behind me and rapidly tied my hands together with it. I was getting so wet I could feel it running down my thighs and I was so horny I was squirming where I knelt on the floor. Remembering the hotel I played along and gave Mark exactly what he was looking for.; looking up at him my eyes wide in mock fear I whined;

"Oh please Mark! Please don't do this I'll be good I promise I'll ummm!"

I was silenced by my brother grabbing the back of my head and slamming his cock full force into my wide open mouth and down my throat. Without pausing Mark started fucking the shit out of my face(,) pulling his cock all the way out before shoving it back in. I moaned and whimpered around his cock as he continued to rape my mouth. Mark was shoving it so deep my eyes were watering, but so was my pussy. I couldn't believe I was on my knees hands tied getting face fucked by my brother. Oh yes this nasty girl was certainly getting hers.

Mark let go of my head and reaching down grabbed both my nipples and twisted them making me cry out around his cock.

"Well do a better job then!" He snapped.

Mark wrapped my hair around his hands until he was pulling it tightly then using my hair as handles started yanking my head back and forth on his cock.

"Oh yeah," He moaned. "Oh yeah look at you sucking off your little brother. Gonna take every fucking drop aren't you sis?"

"Hmm mmm!" I groaned around his cock.

Oh yes! Every drop was exactly what I wanted. I started moving my head even faster than he was pulling, driving his cock deep into my throat on my own.

"Oh look at you!" Mark groaned. "You really do love it don't you?"

My response was to start bobbing my head even faster and harder to the point where I was all but gagging myself. Mark started to say something but it turned into a long shuddering moan and his thighs started shaking, yeah that's right little brother I thought you might be in charge but it was still your big sister's mouth that was making him whimper. 

"Ohhh! Oh yeah sis you suck that cock you..."

Mark exploded in my mouth. His prick had been shoved all the way in and the first spurt of cum shot straight down my throat. As he pulled it back his cock kept squirting filling my mouth with his hot sticky load. Groaning Mark continued to slowly pump his cock in and out of my mouth. Little brother really must have been wound up as I didn't think he was ever going to stop cumming. I did my best to swallow it all but I could feel it spilling out around his cock and dripping down my chin and onto my tits. Ohhh I needed to cum so bad!

Finally Mark slid his cock from my mouth and looking down smiled.

"You missed some." He said.

Grabbing my hair he yanked me forward and down to where some of his cum had landed and was dripping down his thigh. I obediently opened my mouth and licked it off.

"Good girl." Mark whispered.

Stepping back Mark reached down and grabbing my shoulders lifted me effortlessly to my feet. Letting my shoulders go Mark stepped back and looking to the left smiled. I followed his gaze and let out a low moan. I could see myself in the mirror standing there topless in just my black skirt my hands tied behind my back. I could even see the drops of cum on my tits. Which speaking of Mark wiped off with his fingers. Without being told I opened my mouth and greedily sucked on his fingers when he put them there.

"Oh please little brother?" I begged. "I need to cum."

Grabbing me Mark pushed me over to his bed until my legs hit the side and shoving me in the back bent me over it. Pushing my skirt over my hips roughly plunged two fingers into my overheated pussy.

"Oh yes!" I groaned.

Because my hands were behind my back my face was turned to the side on the bed and my ass was pushed into the air. I wiggled it back and forth trying to push Mark's fingers in deeper. I was rewarded with a sharp slap across my ass that made me yelp loudly.

"Shhh!" Mark hissed.

"Oh please give it to me little brother. Please let your big sister cum!"

"Oh I'll give it to you." Mark said.

At that I turned my head and saw Mark in the mirror standing behind me he was still hard having never gone down even after I had sucked him off. Removing his fingers Mark immediately drove his huge dick deep into my needy little pussy. 

"Oh fuck yeah!" I told him as grabbing my hips he began slamming the shit out of me.

I turned my face into the bed and whimpered into the mattress as Mark drove himself in and out of my pussy with long hard thrusts. Being tied up was driving me crazy! I wanted so badly to reach down and stroke my clit while my brother fucked the shit out of me. I started to whimper and began desperately trying to grind my pussy into the edge of the bed, anything to get off! Finally as Mark continued his relentless assault on my pussy I turned my head and begged;

"Oh please let me cum little brother! Please! Your big sister was a good girl she even cleaned up her mess! Oh please Mark!"

This wasn't a game at this point. I was so frustrated I was whining.

"Fine," Mark said. "If it'll shut you up."

Mark dropped down to his knees and once again drove two of his fingers deep into my sopping wet pussy. I could hear a wet sucking sound as he rapidly pumped them in and out. Sliding his fingers out and using both hands to spread my lips apart Mark buried his tongue into his sister's succulent pussy and started swirling it around inside.

"Ohhh yess! Little brother oh that's what I need!"

As Mark continued to tongue fuck me his finger made its way to my ass and pushed its way into my tight little hole, the one I wouldn't let another man so much as see from that angle. I groaned as he started working it in and out. A minute later his tongue found my clit as one of his fingers slid into my pussy. I gasped as Mark pressed his fingers against each other through the thin flesh between my ass and pussy.

"Ohhh that's soooo nice!" I cooed.

Mark removed his fingers causing me to whimper, but as he began sucking my clit in and out of his mouth his hands slid underneath me and finding my nipples pinched them hard. I let out another loud yelp and Mark pulled away and stood up.

"Christ your loud!" He snapped.

"I'm sorry!" I moaned. "Oh please don't stop Mark please!"

"Oh shut up." Mark said and with no warning yanked my head up by my hair.

As I cried out Mark reached down and grabbing my blouse off the floor shoved the sleeve into my mouth. I gasped as he pushed it in deeper with his fingers then letting my head go went back and got down on his knees behind me. As I laid there stunned Mark's mouth once again found my swollen clit and his hands slid underneath and pinched my nipples so hard that I screamed.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 17



Of course all that could be heard was a muffled sound as I was now not only tied but gagged as well.

"That's better." Mark whispered.

Mark plunged his tongue back into my pussy as he savagely twisted my nipples. I cried out again into the gag and the sound of it was making me even hotter. Mark removed his tongue and started roughly sucking my clit in and out of his mouth. I moaned in mingled pain and pleasure as he was sucking so hard his lips were making smacking noises as my clit came out of his mouth. Mark was also twisting my nipples back and forth in perfect time to his sucking. 

My thighs started to tremble and my hips were moving as much as they could. I wanted to beg him not to stop, but couldn't talk around the gag. My whole body tensed as I desperately strained to cum before he decided to tease again. There was no need to worry as Mark was attacking my pussy with his mouth sucking hard and fast. I came screaming into the gag as the incredibly intense orgasm roared through me. I was bent over helpless and couldn't even move my hips, I just lied there squealing, my feet were kicking up and down from the floor as Mark was still holding and squeezing my nipples which were so sore I had tears in my eyes as I came.

I let my face drop into the bed as the last wave of orgasm flowed through my loins. Sensing I was finished Mark stood up and slammed his ten plus inch cock back into my wetter than ever pussy. After several hard thrusts Mark reached forward and grabbing the end of my long black hair pulled my head up from the bed. With his other hand Mark grabbed my wrists and pulled on them as well. I cried out at the pain in both my hair and my shoulders then started screaming into the gag as Mark started ripping into me full force pounding his huge prick in and out as he held me up off the bed.

Oh my god!!! Was all I could think as my brother tore into me. We had played rough a couple of times before this but this was an all out attack! Of course that's not to say I didn't love it, every time I let out a muffled scream into the gag it made me even hotter. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror; bound and gagged with my hair being pulled and having the shit fucked out of me by my little brother who had a look of absolute lust on his face while he was raping his helpless sister. Oh you sick puppy! I thought as that last image caused my pussy to start dripping around my brother's cock even more.

Mark let go of my hair and wrists to grab my hips and began hammering away at me even harder, at this point my pussy was sore but I was still loving every minute of it.

"Yeah sis you like that?" Mark asked in between gasps for breath. "You like it rough don't you Sis? You like pretending you don't want it you nasty little slut!"

Mark all but moaned out that last part as his own orgasm approached knowing he was close I changed the pitch of my screams in a more shrill desperate sound and started sobbing rather than screaming. Mark gave me a couple of more incredible thrusts that made me think he was going split me in two and with that adorable whimper he always made at the last moment came hard spraying the inside of my pussy with another huge load of his hot cum. My little brother was the only man I had ever let cum inside of me and I moaned at how good it felt.

Mark all but collapsed onto the bed and laid there panting for a minute before rolling over and after pulling the shirt from my mouth quickly undid my wrists.

"Oh my god!" I gasped.

Mark was lying on his back next to me and with an effort I rolled over next to him.

"Holy shit little brother!" I told him. "You are a sick little puppy you know that?"

Mark gave me a tired smile;

"Sorry sis was that too much?'

"I didn't say that," I answered. "But let's just say I owe you one." I laughed as another sick thought occurred to me; "Imagine my father walking in on that."

"Christ Meg don't even joke like that." Mark said.

We were quiet for a few minutes and as I rolled over onto my side to face Mark I noticed my brother finally looked more like his old self. He had lost that crazy look in his eyes and was definitely not tense anymore. I also found myself settling down from the rush of the evening and that all out sexual assault I had just endured.

"Damn," I said again as I tried to move and winced from the pain in my shoulders. "You really do owe me for that."

"Yeah?" Mark asked. "Well how about I make it up to you now?"

With that Mark stood up and taking my hand pulled me to my feet. I groaned at the effort but smiled as Mark led me into the bathroom. Mark turned the shower on then turning bent down to slip my skirt off then after checking the water held the curtain aside for me to step in then got in behind me.

As I stood there in the hot steamy water, Mark, starting on his knees at my feet and using a soft wash cloth soaped and rinsed my entire body. I winced and let out a sharp breath as his hands went over my sore nipples but aside from that this felt absolutely amazing. When he was finished he grabbed the shampoo and as I leaned into him, totally relaxed, my brother shampooed my hair taking his time massaging my scalp. 

When he had rinsed my hair Mark stepped in front of me and started to wash himself but I took the cloth from him and getting down on my knees returned the favor. I took my time fully enjoying his hard body especially his cock which after a few stokes of my soapy hand was hard again. As good as it felt however there was no way I could handle anymore right now and Mark didn't seem to mind as my hand left his cock and went up his chest and shoulders.

When I was done washing him I went to get out but Mark turned me around to face him and wrapping his arms around me kissed me. Of course Mark and I had kissed many times but this one seemed different, it was longer and softer, less passionate and more loving. I returned it enjoying not only the feeling of his lips, but the steam and hot water of the shower, as well as the feeling of our wet bodies pressed together.

Mark broke the kiss and for a moment we looked into each other's eyes. My brother smiled at me and whispered;

"You really are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen Megan."

I put my head down as I could feel myself blushing. Once again it was not lost upon me that it probably wasn't natural to go from that rough to that sweet so quickly but then again was there really anything natural about fucking your brother?

Mark stepped out and held a towel out for me. I sighed contentedly as my brother gently patted me dry then giggled like a little girl as he picked me up and carrying me into his room lied me down on his bed. After putting out all but two of the candles Mark slid under the sheet next to me. He had lied on his back and I rolled over and put my head on his chest. I sighed again and laid there enjoying how good this felt then propping myself up on my elbow looked at Mark. His eyes were half open well honestly at this point his left was pretty much swollen closed.

"Mark?"

"Hmmm?"

"Are you okay little brother?"

"Yeah why?"

"I..." I paused then just put it out there. "I was scared for you tonight Mark."

"Oh please," Mark said. "Jack's a joke guy, couldn't hurt me if I let him." He laughed softly. 

"Oh yeah I did didn't I?"

"That's not funny Mark." I told him. "I wasn't scared he was going to hurt you. I mean you scared me with what you did."

"Oh come one Meg the guy..."

"Mark listen to me." I began as I rested my chin on his chest so we were looking into each other's eyes. "I was fine with you smacking him around he deserved it, but Mark what you did to him I mean you broke his fucking jaw Mark! On purpose!"

"Megan look..."

"Mark please be careful." I told him as I spoke I reached down and took his hand. "You don't know what you're capable of and I don't want to find out." I put my head down and whispered;

"Please don't make my Dad right."

"I'm fine Megan." Mark replied with a bit of a tone.

'I'm just worried about you little brother. You need to watch out."

"Oh really?" Mark asked. "And what about you Meg? You think because the folks don't know you and Betty are drinking every other day that it doesn't count? Trust me you need to take care of you not worry about me."

I was quiet at that. He was right of course. I had gotten nowhere near as out of control as I had a few times before but I was still drinking more than I should. After a minute I looked at Mark and I could see the concern in his eyes, he hadn't said it to be a jerk. He loved his sister and wanted me to be okay.

"Tell you what little brother we'll take care of each other for each other how's that?"

Mark smiled and bending his neck kissed the top of my head.

"Sounds good to me Megan, you're all I have you know?"

"Not true little brother, Mom loves you and I know you think Dad doesn't but he cares." I stopped there not wanting to say anything about Krissy.

Mark was quiet and after a couple of minutes I rolled over onto my side and as he always did Mark rolled up behind me and put his arm around my waist. I sighed and closed my eyes went right out. A few minutes later Mark woke me up.

"Meg?"

"What is it Mark?" I asked sleepily.

"I...I lost Krissy didn't I?"

I hesitated then answered;

"You don't know Mark, give it a few days."

"Denise said she's afraid if me. It's over, she hates me Megan."

I rolled over onto my side to face him.

"I'm sure she doesn't Mark."

My brother looked at me and his eyes started to fill up. He whispered;

"She's the only person besides you and Denise that ever said she loved me, and I screwed up Megan I..." he stopped and put his head down.

"Oh Mark," I said softly. I pushed up a little further on the pillows and said;

"Hey little brother."

When Mark looked up I put my arms out.

He hesitated and I tapped the spot on my chest between my tits.

"Come here little brother."

Mark slid over and placed his head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and started stroking his hair.

"It's okay baby," I said softly in his ear. "You just lie there and let your big sister make it all better okay?"

Mark nodded and sighed into my chest. After a few minutes of playing with his hair I felt his body relax and knew he was asleep. I closed my eyes but stayed awake a little longer. I felt bad for my brother losing Krissy, but as much as I didn't want to see him heartbroken it was not lost upon me that if she were gone then there would be many more nights like this. I had told my brother months ago that jealousy was an ugly emotion. Truth be told I was never jealous of the fact that Mark had sex with Krissy it was sharing this that had bothered me; I wanted to be the only one who saw this sweet vulnerable side of my brother, the only one that he held and loved.

Let Krissy move on; she was a pretty girl who was sweet and loyal and would have no problem finding someone who would make her happy, in the meantime my beautiful little brother belonged right here in his loving big sisters arms.



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 18



I awoke to the sexy sound of rain outside my bedroom window and the even sexier feeling of my brother's naked body curled up close behind me; his arm around my waist holding me tightly to him as he slept. I smiled as I lied there listening to both the rain and Mark's slow steady breathing in my ear. As always my brother's face was nuzzled into my neck; I couldn't imagine anything better than this.

My eyes slid over to the alarm clock and saw that it was eight which brought another smile to my face. Mark never used to sleep past seven, but the last three weeks or so he had been sleeping later and later. Of course the fact that every one of those nights had been spent in his big sister's bed might just have a little something to do with it. Since a couple of nights after the fight with Jack, which had caused his break up with Krissy, my little brother had found himself quite lonely and in need of his sister's affection. Needless to say being the unselfish giver that I am I was more than happy to oblige.

Okay so maybe my attention wasn't what he had always been looking for. Maybe a few of those times Mark might have just been looking for someone to talk to about Krissy, whom he still seemed to think might take him back, but whenever Mark would bring her up I would put my finger to his lips, my lips around his cock and nothing else would matter after that. I have to say that although I had been the one to make the rule that we "weren't for all the time" back when Mark and I had first started fucking-hard to believe almost a year ago- I was loving every minute of this!

The timing couldn't have been better as lately with the exception of my time with my brother things had not been going well to say the least. My parents finding out about my drinking as well as hiding my stupid relationship with Jack had led to them not trusting me and questioning everywhere I went, who I was with, and what I was doing. I had spent well over a month with no car, or phone before I had blown up and told my father I was not a little kid anymore. 

Dad's response had been when I stopped lying like one then he wouldn't treat me like one. My father had also thrown in the "You can't lie to me, I'll always know." I think the fact that my brother and I were lying naked in my bed at this very moment disproved that theory. On that note however I had found myself at times feeling guilty about how I had lied to and played my father. I had to of course; my brother's future had depended on it, not to mention the fact I had made the mess in the first place. 

Still my Dad had been so good to me over the years and to manipulate him like that bothered me in those moments when it seemed that everything did as well I felt empty and alone as if I were less than everyone else around me. Those moments were coming more and more frequently lately. Sometimes they were brief and I could simply shake them off, but other times I would stay in that melancholy mood for days. When I was in these "funks" as Mark called them the only thing that made me feel better was the safe haven of my brother's arms or the soothing effect of alcohol.

These mini depressions of mine had also caught up with me at school, which had led to the latest look of disappointment on my parents faces. My last semester's grades had slipped badly and I wasn't off to a great start with this one. In typical fashion Mom had expressed concern asking what was wrong? Could they help? Dad of course was just angry telling me I was partying too much and not taking it seriously because it was his money. I had replied with a shrug saying that I could just quit and save him the next year and a half's tuition.

I had just come home from Vinnie's and was still wearing my uniform. Pointing at my shirt Dad asked if I liked my name tag because I'd be wearing one for the rest of my life if I quit. I told him I didn't need a diploma to paint. The conversation ended with Dad telling me how disgusted he was with me lately which had sent me into tears. Mom had come upstairs later and talked to me telling me that she knew I was struggling and that maybe it was time to start seeing my councilor weekly.

With an effort I stopped that train of thought. It was a sexy rainy Saturday morning that not only was starting in my brother's arms but I already knew would end there as well. On Saturdays Mark worked at Mitch's from six to midnight and I planned on being there for a good part of that time. As despite what my "You can't lie to me" father thought I was still getting more than enough of both my brother and liquor, and at the same time as Mark had become the new hot bartender that was taking care of me.

Unlike Jack however Mark was more than happy to serve all of his sister's needs rather than worry about his own. I found it funny that Mark didn't seem to mind me drinking as long as it was with him. I had mentioned it to him a couple of weeks ago asking him what the difference was as he seemed worried if I drank anywhere else. Mark had replied that it was because he knew who I would be going home with when I was with him. As I lied there I already began to look forward to late tonight when we would come home and wondered what tonight's game would be.

The Game.

Just the thought of it was enough to get my nipples hard and my pussy wet. The Game is what my brother and I called the rough sex sessions that he had started by holding me down that day at the hotel. The sex had always been pretty raunchy but now the two of us would go above and beyond to control, degrade and do as we pleased to the other. In the beginning it was spontaneous; one of us would just suddenly take control and the other fall into line, however the last couple of weeks Mark had come up with the idea of taking turns.

I have to admit it was a hell of an idea. We only played the game on Fridays and Saturdays as we got in so late there was no chance of the folks coming upstairs and lately Mom had been making Dad take her out on those nights and well maybe they were playing their own games. 

So Friday's were mine and Saturday was Mark's. Knowing in advance would have me wet all day Friday as I planned on what I would make my brother do to please his nasty big sister, and I have to say the same was true on Saturday as I spent all day knowing that little brother was going to force me to have sex with him.

The two of us were definitely evolving sexually. I found the control to be an amazing turn on. I would spend my nights teasing my brother, giving it to him and taking it away, making him beg for it. Making him get me off over and over again and not give him anything until the very end and only if he properly thanked me, if he didn't he would have to make me cum again. Last weekend I had set the alarm and told him that he would have to lick my pussy for a full hour without making me cum and if he slipped and I did cum he would get nothing.

Mark made it 45 minutes before I slipped over the edge and came in his face. I then told him that since he screwed up the only way he was getting off was to jerk off on my feet. After he did I rolled over and told him good night. Mark begged for more and I told him no and go to sleep. I lied there smiling and wet for over a half an hour listening to him all but whimper next to me because he was going to bed without .Finally I caved and after making him get me off with my vibrator rolled over and let him start fucking me doggy style.

He had just started when I glanced at the clock and told him he had three minutes before I took it away again. Mark had said he had already cum and couldn't again that fast. I told him he could have three or nothing. At that point my brother reared back and began fucking the shit out of me. As I moaned from the pounding my pussy was getting my eyes never left the clock and I called out each minute that went by. After I told him he had a minute Mark not only started going faster but began making little whimpering noises as he raced to cum. I cheated and announced the clock turning before it actually did and reveled in Mark's last desperate pumps. I was just going to tell him to stop when I felt his hot cum begin to paint the inside of my pussy. The biggest turn on was the noise my brother made as he came; more of a sound of relief than pleasure. 

My brother had his revenge on me the next night. We started by him bending me over the bed and fucking the shit out of me. Mark came fairly quickly, by yanking me down to my knees and spraying his sticky load all over my face. That's when the fun for my little brother really started. First I wasn't allowed to wipe the cum off of my face, I had to leave it there while he lied on his back and told me to lie between his legs. 

Mark had told me to blow him, no teasing or playing just take it deep and suck like the dirty fucking whore I was. It took awhile as he had just gotten off and when he finally did cum in my mouth I started to try to move but he held me there and told me to start over. I started to tell him he was crazy that it would take forever. I then found myself rolled over on my back, hands tied to the bed posts and my brother straddling my face and fucking my mouth. I laid there helpless and all but gagging on the ten inches of cock that was being repeatedly shoved down my throat At one point Mark had slid up further and was literally doing pushups into my face which as harsh as it was it had my pussy dripping watching him flex over me.

Finally Mark reversed himself putting us into a sixty nine and started licking my swollen clit as he continued to fuck my now aching mouth. I began to whimper and moan around his cock, partly because I needed to cum but mostly because I desperately wanted him to. They say be careful for what you wish for as at that moment Mark began to get close and started pounding my face even harder. I could barely breathe at the point and was afraid of retching but at the same time Mark had started sucking on my clit. Just as I felt the first shot of cum down my throat he rammed his finger into my ass which sent me over the edge and my own hips bucking into his face. I had spent the next day with an aching jaw and a sore throat, but the only thing that had mattered was how I would get even, which had been last night.

At that thought I smiled again and my eyes shifted to my bedpost where one of my black stockings was still tied. Last night I had tied my brother to the bed by his wrists and ankles and after riding his face until I came, spent the next hour, stroking, sucking and riding his cock until his thighs were trembling and he was begging his sister to cum. Every time he got close I would stop and make him suck me off again. I also added the twist of making him refer to me as mistress, which was something I had seen in porn once.

When Mark would slip and say my name I would stop playing with him or bite or twist his nipples hard enough to get him to cry out. The best however was when I had reached down to the cooler I had hidden under the bed and removing the icepack from it placed it on his balls and left it there while I made him suck on my clit. Despite it being my third orgasm of the night I came quick listening to Mark's whimpers and feeling his body writhing underneath me as he tried desperately to pull away from the cold pack between his legs.

After I had cum I got up kissed him good night and went into his room to go to sleep. I let him stew for a good half hour then went back in. I spent another good half hour teasing the shit out of Mark with my mouth and pussy, he finally begged so pathetically asking his Mistress if he could please cum with that adorable little whimper of his that I hopped on and rode him until he filled his sister's pussy with what felt like the biggest load he had ever shot. So much that as I pulled his cock out some of it spilled down my thighs and onto his.

Now lying hear on this lazy Saturday morning I found myself wondering what my beautiful little brother had in store for his mean big sister. Whatever it was it would be rough. Where I enjoyed teasing and controlling Mark was into rape fantasies, all but tearing me apart and making me beg him to stop. I still found it slightly disturbing that having endured two years of abuse as a child that I could get off on Mark taking me in that way. I mean Greg had been bitten for just grabbing me and I had all but had a breakdown when Jack had fucked me doggy style a few weeks back and I had known damn well neither was out to hurt me. 

Maybe it was the trust and love I had for my brother that allowed me to be okay with him giving it to me that way whereas I couldn't even handle another man being that close to my ass. After what Frank had done to me repeatedly I couldn't have anyone besides my brother even close to that spot. My past was certainly the gift that kept on giving and not just for me as the only time our game had gone bad was a couple of weeks ago when I had discovered my brother had his own dark trigger.

We had been playing in his room and I'd had him tied to his bed. I had been going back and forth with him telling him he wasn't behaving and certainly wasn't worth his big sister's pussy. I had teased him to the point where Mark started to really complain which was fine with me, as that's what I had been hoping for. Smiling down at him I told him that I was getting pretty sick of hearing his bullshit and, as he had done to me previously, stuck a sock into his mouth.

Mark lost it. He began screaming into the gag and he thrashed so hard he knocked me off the top of him. I caught myself before I fell off the bed and tried to put my hands on his chest to get him to stop moving so I could untie him. At that point with a burst of strength fueled by fear Mark wrenched his arms so hard that he snapped the wooden slots off of his headboard and sat up so violently I was tossed onto the floor. 

I jumped up in time to see Mark; with the pieces of wood still dangling from his wrists tearing the gag from his mouth. As soon as it was out he began sobbing, and begging, saying he promised to be quiet; that he wouldn't make any more noise. I immediately went to him and put my arms around him holding him as he had done for me. Mark buried his head into my neck and continued to sob, these were not simple tears, he was balling like a baby and his entire body was trembling in fear. At this point I was afraid for him and understood how tough it must have been for him when I had freaked out a few weeks back.

I held him tight and just kept telling him that his big sister was there for him and nothing was going to happen to him ever again. At one point I was afraid he wasn't going to calm down and I was wondering how the hell I would get him dressed and explain the broken bed if I had to get Mom up there. Eventually however Mark regained control of himself and after I untied his wrists we laid down on his bed. I then listened horrified as Mark told me how bad it had been with Max, how in addition to the beatings for "making too much noise" Max on several occasions tied Mark's hands, gagged him and left him in a dark closet for hours until he learned how to be a "quiet little rat".

I had always known my brother was afraid of the dark but had never wanted to ask why. The gag however had even caught him by surprise, he knew I wasn't going to hurt him but the second I had done put it in his mouth all those memories had come flooding back. I unfortunately could identify all too well. As we laid there I remembered Mom using the term broken and how it was starting to sound more and more appropriate. When Mark had finished talking he put his head down embarrassed at how he had acted. 

I told him no worries he'd put up with enough of my drama. After a few more minutes of him looking uncomfortable I pushed him onto his back and starting at his lips kissed my way down to his cock. After getting him nice and hard I slid up and took him for a nice long ride that made him forget about everything except his hot sister and her insatiable pussy.

Speaking of my always needy little pussy; my replaying of some our recent games had gotten me to the dripping stage and I was about ready to roll over when, as if right on cue, Mark placed a gentle kiss on the inside of my neck. A moment later I felt him move the hair from the back of my neck and kiss me there. As he did his hand moved from my waist and using just his finger tips Mark slowly slid his hand across my soft stomach, up between my tits then gently brushed my left nipple before making his way back down the length of body to just above my pussy.

My brother's hand stopped there and repeated the trip up this time catching my right nipple. I made a happy little noise and wiggled my bare ass into my brothers rapidly hardening cock. Once again Mark's hand made it down to the very tip of my pussy and went back up. Part of me wanted to grab his wrist and shove his hand down there, but I decided to just lie there and let my little brother take his time and enjoy his big sister's body. 

Mark slid his other hand underneath me where it found quickly found my right nipple. Rather than pinch or play with it he traced slow teasing circles across it, all the while his other hand continued its slow journey up and down my chest and stomach. I sighed contentedly and closed my eyes as my brother's hands roamed my body. Mark's left hand found my other nipple and he started playing with both as his mouth once again found my neck.

"Hmmm that's nice little brother." I whispered.

As his right hand continued with my nipple Mark's left trailed down and slid teasingly around my pussy to fondle my thigh. I made a whimpering noise and Mark let out an adorable little laugh in my ear before slipping his fingers into his sister's warm wet pussy. Mark slowly worked his fingers in and out several times then adding his thumb to my clit started picking up the pace. I started grinding my hips moving them forward into his fingers then backwards to push my ass back into his dripping hard cock.

I made a sound of protest as my brother slid his fingers out of my pussy, but it quickly changed to a soft moan as, lifting my thigh so that my leg rested over his, Mark slid his huge cock into my more than willing pussy. As Mark started fucking me with nice slow steady strokes his thumb once again found my clit and started rubbing it in equally slow circles. Mark's right hand was still working my nipple and after moaning in pleasure I turned my head to the side where my lips were met by Mark's.

We kissed long and slow moaning into each other's mouths as my brother slowly worked my body with his talented fingers and amazing cock. I broke the kiss and whispered;

"Look at you taking good care of your big sister's hot little pussy." I paused to yelp as Mark gave me one good hard thrust before resuming his slow steady pace. "Oh you are a bad boy aren't you little brother?"

"I'm your bad boy." He said softly in my ear.

I moaned out loud to that. My bad boy! Oh that's right I thought no more sharing with Krissy! All this was all mine! 

"Oh please fuck me faster Mark." I told him as I started pumping my hips into his cock.

Slow and easy was one thing but after that last comment Mark had made this nasty girl need to cum very badly so her little brother could fuck her nice and hard and claim what was his! As always Mark followed directions well, speeding his thumb up on my clit he began slamming his cock deep into my pussy. I started letting out little whimpers as every thrust brought me one step closer to orgasm. I turned my head and once again was greeted by my brother's soft lips. We kissed harder and faster this time. Feeling my thighs begin to tremble Mark drove his cock into me even harder at the same time he pushed down harder on my clit and gave my right nipple a hard pinch.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 18



I pulled my mouth from my brother's and burying my face in his neck let out a series of barely suppressed squeals as my orgasm flowed through my body causing my pussy to contract around my brother's thick cock and causing him to moan as well. Mark continued to stroke my clit and squeeze my nipple, making sure that his sister came long and hard. I finished with a long shuddering moan and slumped back into Mark's chest.

"Damn, little brother." I groaned as he continued to fuck me.

"Yeah you like that sis?" He asked in my ear as he started fucking me harder.

"Like it? Tell you what little brother you can have it anyway you want it right now." 

I reached down and grabbing the base of my brother's cock began jerking it off into my pussy as he fucked me.

"Ohhh," Mark moaned. "Oh I love when you do that."

"I mean it little brother anyway you want it this morning! You want me on my back? My knees? You want me to suck you off? Just take it little brother!"

"Sounds good to me!" 

As Mark spoke he pushed me onto my stomach and rolling over on top of me slid his arms underneath mine and lying on my back propped up on his elbows started pumping his hips into me hard and fast.

"Oooh that's so fucking deep!" I gasped.

This was an odd position but a nice one, Mark couldn't fuck me as hard as he could doggy style but the angle seemed just as deep and I enjoyed feeling his body on top of mine. Mark had stretched his arms all the way out and reaching out my hands found his and linking my fingers through his held them tightly as he thrust his massive cock in and out of my sopping wet pussy. My brother wasn't going slow but he wasn't fucking the shit out of me either and I found the pace quite enjoyable. My legs were stretched out as well so I was pretty much just lying relaxed on the bed as Mark had his way with me.

My brother's face was just behind my ear and I could hear him moan with every thrust. 

"Go ahead little brother." I said softly. "Take it. It's all yours."

Mark moaned louder and started fucking me harder and faster.

"Yeah you like me telling you that?" I asked. "That your sister's pussy belongs to you? It does you know, any time any way little brother." I paused to squeal as Mark really started driving himself into me.

"Yeah that's right Mark go ahead and give it to me! Claim your sister's pussy! Make it yours just go and... ohhh yeah!"

My brother's cock exploded into my pussy; sending his warm sticky cum deep up inside of me where I loved it the most. Mark continued to give me long slow strokes as he emptied himself into my greedy little pussy, as he did he let his weight go and was breathing heavy directly into my ear. When he finished I clenched my pussy around his cock several times milking him and making him groan in pleasure.

"There you go baby." I whispered. "You give your sister every last drop."

We both sighed and Mark kissed the back of my neck before rolling off of me and lying on his side. I turned over on mine so that we were facing each other and smiled at him.

"Damn that was nice little brother."

"Yeah, even though you were mean to me last night. " He said grinning.

"Oh please," I told him. "You're the one that left my ass so red last week I couldn't sit at work."

Mark smiled and laughed. I smiled back at him. Our faces were only a foot or so apart and at the moment his multicolored eyes had shifted to the greenish shade that I liked best. I shook my head and told him;

"Little brother you do have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen."

Mark smiled shyly and put his head down but not before I saw he was blushing. How damn cute! I thought and that shy little smile the one that no one else ever got to see.

"I love that smile." I told him laughing.

"And I love that laugh." Mark said looking back up at me.

Our eyes met and I stopped laughing. As we stared into each other's eyes I felt as if something was different between us. It was if I somehow felt even closer to Mark than I had before. Mark was looking at me oddly as if he felt it to. I wanted to make a joke or say something but found myself speechless, just lost in my brother's gaze. After a moment that seemed like an eternity Mark leaned forward, his lips parted to meet mine.

I felt my heart start to race but didn't understand why it's not like I hadn't kissed my brother before. Hell we had just made out while we were having sex a few minutes ago. As Mark lowered his head down to mine and his hand slid up behind my hair I turned my head to the side my own lips parted but rather than meet him halfway I closed my eyes and waited. I felt my brother's lips brush softly against mine and rather than lock into a kiss he slid his mouth lightly across mine teasing my lips with his.

"Kiss me." I whispered against his lips.

Mark kissed me twice; once so lightly that I barely felt it the second one wasn't much firmer but was amazing. It started with our lips barely touching then with each small kiss Mark pressed his mouth more firmly to mine. My heart was pounding and I realized I had goose bumps. We continued to kiss at that pace no rush no hurry just enjoying the moment. Was this how he had kissed Krissy I wondered, if it was she was even luckier than I had thought.

Finally after what seemed an eternity Mark broke the kiss and we opened our eyes. My brother had a strange look on his face and I had a feeling I did as well. Once again I found myself speechless but Mark still holding the back of my head whispered;

"You're so beautiful Megan."

This time it was me that blushed. I felt nervous and excited as if I had just been kissed for the first time, as if Mark wasn't my brother that I shouldn't even be with but more like a... boyfriend? No that was wrong Mark and I were forbidden lover's we weren't in love we couldn't be, it could never work. I looked at Mark, unsure of what to say or how to react, I mean what had just happened?

The two of us jumped at the sound of the hall way door banging and I could hear the heavy steps of my father coming up the stairs. Mark quickly hopped out of my bed and grabbing his pants gave me a quick kiss on the forehead and cutting through the bathroom went into his room. A moment later I heard Dad knock on his door and ask him if he could come downstairs and give him a hand moving some junk in the garage.

I got out of bed and figured since I had a few hours before work that I would do some painting. A few weeks ago Dad had surprised me by converting the small attic space into a studio for me, even running some pipes so I could have a sink and adding fluorescent light fixtures. This of course was before he had found out about my grades and had become another thing that I apparently didn't appreciate. Tossing on one of the ratty old night shirts I kept just for painting. I went out into the hallway and reaching up pulled the rope that brought the attic stairs down.

"Come on Mark you don't have to be pretty to move a damn fridge!"

I turned to see Dad leaning against the wall outside of Mark's room waiting for him. Dad looked over at me.

"Hey Dad." I said simply.

"Morning Megan." Dad replied.

We looked at each other for a moment, as little as a couple of weeks ago our good morning always consisted of my kissing him on the cheek and dad telling me I was getting to old to do that but then following it up with he would never complain about it. Now however it seemed we were barely on speaking terms. I gave him a forced smile then started climbing the ladder to go up to the attic.

"Hey Megan?" Dad called.

I shook my head. Ever since our last argument I didn't even get "hon" anymore, it was first name basis. Hell dad had been nicer to Mark the last couple of weeks.

"Yes dad?"

"If you're going to be climbing the ladder you should be wearing pants."

I glanced down and realized that my black panties were showing. Good thing I had decided to put underwear on I thought.

"Sorry I didn't think anyone here was interested in my ass." I told him.

"Don't get smart Megan it's about respect, you remember that word right?"

"Yes sir sorry sir." I replied. "Would you like me to change?"

Dad rolled his eyes and shook his head. I started to head up when he stopped me again.

"What are you doing today?"

"I have work from one to seven."

"And after that?"

I bit my tongue and spoke as calmly as I could;

"I was going to see if Betty was around but if not I might keep Mark company at Mitch's."

"I don't think you should be hanging around at a bar Megan you don't need the temptation."

"My brother's the bartender; you think he'd get me drunk?" Before Dad could reply I added;

"Besides Mom said I can go as long as Mark's there, I mean Christ he doesn't even let guys talk to me let alone give me drinks."

Dad looked as if he wanted to keep it going but sighed and said;

"You're right Mark wouldn't let you get into trouble."

So much for can't lie to me I thought again.

"Who knows," Dad continued, "If you hang around with him long enough maybe you'll see what he's been doing right."

That was a shot and I wasn't going to ignore it, but just as I was ready to reply Mark came out of his room. I could tell by the look on his face he had been listening and had come out to stop things from going downhill.

"Well if it ain't the good kid." I said giving Mark a fairly convincing dirty look.

"Well good morning to you too sis." My brother replied.

Ignoring him I started up the ladder when I had gotten to the top I heard Mark call;

"Hey Meg?" "What Mark?" I asked as I looked down at him and Dad.

"Put some pants on will you?"

Trying hard to keep a straight face I looked away and was going to go up, but when I head dad laugh I looked back down and said;

"Hey you two!"

When they looked up I reached down and pulling my shirt up over my hips slapped my ass with the other hand and said;

"If you don't like it don't look!"

My father yelled something but I quickly scooted up the last couple of rungs and after pulling the stairs up behind me also pulled the drawstring up so no one could come up. I could hear dad yelling my name so I went over and turned the radio on and cranked it. After a couple of minutes, during which I stood there stewing about how my father had just ruined a beautiful morning, I turned the radio down low and walking back to the stairs let the string back down so it wouldn't look like I was hiding anything.

Going over to the small fridge Dad had put up there I grabbed a yogurt and a banana and sitting down on the stool looked at my latest painting as I ate. Once again my brother and I were the subjects but unlike the other this one was full size and it was just us. Taking an 8x10 of each of our faces I had cut them in half and taped them together so it was the right side of my face and the left of Mark's.

I had spent the last two weeks painting that image and when it was finished was once again amazed at our resemblance, with the exception of Mark's eye color and darker skin tone we're all but identical. I had shown Mark who had rolled his eyes and complained that he didn't want to look that pretty so I had painted in the five o clock shadow look he had been sporting lately to make him happy.

Once our faces were finished I had drawn a jagged crack down the middle as if it were a broken picture frame. Putting the empty yogurt container down I opened up a couple of bottles of paint and spent a half hour or so touching up our eyes, lips and also added some depth to the crack. When I was finished I sat back and using red paint wrote the title at the bottom right corner;

Broken.

Once again signing Decosta at the bottom with a sharpie I sat back and looked at the painting. I was going to use it at the next showing at school. As I stared at my brother's side of the painting I thought back to what had just happened between us. Mark had felt it as well, I knew he had. Question was what exactly was it? I loved my brother with all my heart but it was as my brother. Or was it? After all we had been separated for years so maybe it was different.

On that note maybe it wasn't the fact that Mark was my brother that made me trust him enough to do all the things I couldn't with other guy's, maybe it was an emotion other than trust. My mind now spinning I kept coming back to how damn good Mark felt in bed, not just the sex but the way he held me. It was the kind of stuff you read about in those shitty romance novels. Could there be something between us? Even if there was what could we do about it? Everyone knew we were brother and sister and the folks! They would know I had lied and...

I stopped my mind from racing. I really didn't know for sure what was going on. After all maybe this morning was just some kind of fluke. Mark missed Krissy and the affection she had shown him and I... well I had never had it and desperately wanted it. Maybe as usual we were just giving the other what we thought they wanted. Then again I thought as I shifted my gaze from Mark's face to the jagged crack. What if we really were two broken halves to the same whole? What if our hearts fit together the way I had painted our faces?

Closing my eyes I envisioned my brother's face inches from my own, his lips parted and those amazing eyes staring longingly into my own. In my mind my brother spoke the words no man had ever said to me;

"I love you Megan." That's right he would say my name not Sis or my sister but Megan.

Still with my eyes closed and feeling kind of stupid but unable to help myself I whispered the response that I so badly wanted to say to someone;

"I love you too Mark."

I have to say I liked how it sounded.

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Note from the author; Once again thank you to everyone who is still following and commenting on this series! To address the question I am hearing more and more with each chapter I am going back to the present shortly. You are reading 18 and 23 will bring us back to the here and now and Megan's dilemma of whether or not to accept Mark as her elusive "One". Also revealed will be why Doug now hates Mark as well as Megan's last days as an addict, how her engagement ended as well as the night that she and Mark are not supposed to ever bring up.

Trust me I am well aware that I have probably spent too much time in the past however I always saw this as a 3 part series with the past being part 2 and the finale as part 3. A big part of what I am trying to show is why M/M have not been a couple their entire lives as many people have asked me. Also please keep in mind that I plan on self publishing this series at the beginning of next year and am putting all of this up for feedback to see what to keep or not to keep. In the end for those of you who are unhappy with how much time I am spending getting back to the present please keep two things in mind:

One; that many of the small seemingly meaningless things I have mentioned will play into the end of the series and two; I am an amateur writer who is not getting paid for this I am doing the best I can with no experience whatsoever to fulfill a dream of finishing a novel. Having said that once again thank you to those who continue to support me and for those who have lost patience all I can say is you will miss out on a hell of an ending.

One final note; mixed in between chapter 23 and 24 will be a one shot story; Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis which will chronicle the oft mentioned showdown between Mark and his abusive foster father Max. It will be pretty long and will go under novels/novellas and although there will be several sexual encounters it is a very story driven look at Mark and his inner demons. The story will also carry a warning for graphic violence. The end will not be pretty and honestly the entire thing will really only appeal to true fans of the series. Once again several minor things in it will feature into the very last chapters.

As always thank you for your comments good bad or indifferent I take them all seriously and reply to all that send a return e-mail. Sincerely Mike (Lovecraft68)



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 19



Note from the author:

I would like to extend an apology to all those following this series. I made a huge mistake at the end of Chapter 18. The authors note was somehow submitted without the opening paragraph and doesn't even say it's an author's note. Not only that but where it starts honestly sounds kind of rude. I have put up an edited version but by the time it is up most of you will have read it. So I am submitting this chapter early. I have once again left the note at the end of this chapter however it is the complete version. I just wanted to take the time to apologize if the partial note came across the wrong way last chapter. As always thank you for your continued support. Lovecraft68

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It was Saturday night and I was sitting at the bar at Mitch's feeling pretty damn good. I was dressed to kill, had a drink in my hand, money in my pocket and the beginning of a really good buzz. All of this was only a small part of why I was feeling so good; it had been one hell of a week and all in all March had been a damn good month. Granted it hadn't started off that way as needless to say after the fight with Jack I had lost my job at Vinnie's.

I have to say I wasn't surprised but was still upset. It was the only job I had ever had; I had been there almost five years, never mind that between my pretty face, big smile and of course long legs I did quite well there in tips. Vinnie had been smart he did nothing right away but about two weeks after the fight called me into his office and said they were cutting back and I had to go.

Even though I had expected it I still fought it telling him that I had seniority over most of the other waitresses. Vinnie tried another line and I told him to just admit it; that I was being let go because of his piece of shit nephew. I had said it just like that and have to say I was a bit taken aback by my tone. I generally had the reputation of being a very sweet girl and it wasn't an act. I mean I had my share of issues but never let them affect my attitude towards other people, but lately I had been getting pretty fed up with other people's bullshit. 

Vinnie sighed and told me I was right; it was over Jack, he would be coming back to work next week and he couldn't chance any more trouble. I nodded and said I understood; the former ex-con asshole that gave drinks to underage girls and punched her eighteen year old brother in the face could stay but his best waitress had to go. Vinnie reminded me that I was happy to take the drinks and my animal of a brother was no regular 18 year old. He then added that he was sorry and if I needed a reference he would help.

Shaking my head I told him thanks for nothing, to go fuck himself and that it was too bad Mark hadn't broken Jack's neck instead of his jaw. I then added that I hoped the board of health showed up and shut him down and that I would tell all my regulars that they should stay away from the place and go eat somewhere else, somewhere they didn't employ convicts.

I had said all this quickly and with more animosity than I had thought I was capable of. I also have to say it felt damn good. I heard Mark in my head talking about how Levay's children were true to themselves and spoke their mind; well that's what I had done, of course I'm sure that the pint of Southern Comfort that I had shared with Betty before I met with Vinnie had done some of that talking as well.

Within a week of Vinnie telling people I had been let go one of my regulars, who was an assistant manager at Sears, asked me if I wanted to work for him running the cosmetics counter. I hardly wore any make up and didn't know anything about it, but needed a job as I had already heard a rash of shit from dad about how losing my job was yet another sign of my downhill trend. I had started three weeks ago and had to say I didn't have much hope for it but to my surprise I was damn good at it.

My first week I worked with the girl who was leaving, she tried to teach me the ins and outs of how to make people up, which colors for which skin types and how you determined that. I sat there lost but as I watched her realized that putting on makeup was just like painting. Keeping that in mind I started envisioning each woman's face as an unfinished painting and what colors would I use to make them look good. The girl who was training me rolled her eyes at that theory but when I started doing it the results were amazing.

Every woman I worked with raved about how good my choices were and how no one else had suggested those tones or colors. I even started experimenting with the blushes, taking two or three shades and blending them together to make a completely new shade. The beauty of this was the new color obviously wasn't available on its own, so if the client liked it they would have to pay for all three and I would show them how to mix it. Seeing the job involved commision I was already making more money than I had at Vinnie's. Not only that but the hours were better with no late nights and I got to dress nice every day.

Even better than that however was the showing at Risd last Saturday. Not only had my "Broken" portrait gotten rave reviews and an A, that would be a third of the semesters grade, but Mark's rich friend Alex showed up bringing with him the friend he had told me about. After looking through my portfolio Warner's friend, who ran a small gallery in New York asked me if I would be willing to sell one of my paintings for $500. The one that he wanted; featured a wealthy man in a suit surrounded by treasure on his knees in tears begging the huge demonic figure who was standing in front of him holding a contract in one hand and set of chains in the other. Behind him was an open portal leading to a flame covered landscape, I had titled it; "When payment comes due."

Doing my best not to sound like the excited little girl I felt like I accepted his offer and he wrote me a check on the spot, telling me to drop it off at Alex's office and he would get it from him next weekend. I had thanked Warner, who I normally despised, with a heartfelt hug and kiss on the cheek as this could be my big break! Of course dog that he was Warner ruined the mood by asking me if I wanted to meet him after the showing and thank him properly. I rolled my eyes and told him I preferred men who earned it not boys who paid for it. How I wished Mark wouldn't hang around with that jerk.

As I finished my drink I put the glass down and looking in the mirror across from me admired where half of that $500 had gone. I was wearing a sleeveless low cut red blouse and from the tip of my shoulder all the way down to my elbow was an enormous tattoo of the Greek gorgon Medusa. The tattoo had been done in black and emerald green and the coils of her serpentine body wrapped around the inside of my arm as well. I smiled at my reflection; Medusa had taken almost five hours but had been worth every minute and every penny. It goes without saying that my parents were not happy. Mom simply gave me a disgusted head shake and said that I was such a sweet looking girl why would I do this to myself? 

Dad as usual had been harsher, telling me I looked like a hells angel groupie, and exactly what kind of attention was I looking for anyways? Did I want to look like a bad girl? I avoided the temptation of saying the word was nasty and just rolled my eyes. Eventually my brother also got dragged into the conversation and blamed for the tattoo just as he had been blamed for the first one.

Speaking of my beautiful little brother I glanced down the other end of the bar where Mark was talking to Mitch and a couple of his biker buddies and stared at his right arm where the other half of my money had gone. Like mine Mark's tattoo covered his arm from shoulder to elbow and was an evil version of the great god Pan. This wasn't the silly looking Greek Pan, this was the original Celtic version complete with horns, hooves, red glaring eyes and a long horn that called to all the lost souls. Between the size, the colors and of course Mark's extremely well muscled arm the tattoo was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

"Another one hon?"

I looked up to see Cynthia the other bartender standing in front of me. Cynthia knew I wasn't twenty one yet but served me anyways. Let's face it if they had money Mitch would serve high school kids. I smiled and nodded hoping she wouldn't mention it to Mark. My brother usually limited me so maybe this one wouldn't count. As she moved away I looked at Cynthia and shook my head wondering why the hell Mark wasn't fucking her. Cynthia was a little on the short side but built like a brick shit house, with big tits, a narrow waist and gorgeous long auburn hair.

Mitch wasn't a fool; the crowd in the bar was an equal mix of men and women ranging from the older bikers Mitch hung with to the college students from PC, URI and RIC. Mark and Cynthia were eye candy for both types of crowds and both played the part, flirting their asses off. Once in awhile, after a couple of shots, Cynthia would even hop up on the bar in her short skirt and give the bikers a bit of a show dancing to the juke box. She had done it last week and ended up with at least $50 thrown at her. 

I turned my attention back to Cynthia, watching as she squeezed past my brother to get the bottle of southern comfort, deliberately rubbing her tits across his back. Mark said something to her and I laughed as Cynthia faced him and putting her arms up around his neck shimmied her way up and down his body. That got the bikers going especially when she brushed her face along his crotch on the way up. What the hell was wrong with my brother? This girl was all but holding up a sign that said "free lunch".

Cynthia put the drink in front of me and said that she had told Mark it was for the guy sitting behind me. I thanked her told her to keep trying; Mark would give in eventually. She laughed and went back down the other end. I took a sip of the drink and sighing happily watched my brother. Mark didn't work the bar, he owned it. For someone who was normally so soft spoken my brother was in rare form when he worked; joking with the bikers making fun of the frat boys and flirting with all the women young and old.

Because of the mixed crowd type Mitch's did have more than its share of trouble and Mark was surprisingly good at handling it. Mark would put himself in the middle and more often than not talking calmly would be able to get the potential brawlers to settle down, usually by getting them a drink on the house and asking them if they really needed the trouble. Of course that wasn't always the case and Mark had quickly gained a reputation as someone you didn't fuck with. Between his speed, strength, and mile wide mean streak Mark had sent several troublemakers to the ER and, like the fight with Jack, always got them to swing first.

Mark himself of course was the other reason it had been such a great month. After being more cautious for a little while after the hotel we had pretty much said the hell with it and were together just about every night at this point and it was incredible. The sex was always hot and then that wonderful moment when we would curl up and fall asleep in each other's arms. At this point we even slept naked, our doors were always locked and we would be able to get to the bathroom if we had to. Bottom line to me was if it feels good do it and Mark was feeling better than ever these days.

Thinking of Mark turned my thoughts serious for a moment. Neither of us had brought up that Saturday morning where we had both felt something more between us. I had wanted to talk about it but felt weird, I mean what were we going to talk about becoming a couple? I was also a little afraid I had misread him and would look like an idiot. Maybe Mark felt the same regardless, we hadn't discussed it but in the meantime had been greatly enjoying each other's company. 

I think I was also waiting to see what my brother was going to do as far as other women. For myself I was completely content to be with my brother. After Jack my hopes to have something with a guy were fading fast. Granted Jack was a bigger asshole than most but bottom line it was the same old issues so why bother. I mean the new job provided a ton of chances, I was hit on pretty much every shift and had gotten asked out several times. 

It sucked because I loved to flirt and really enjoyed being taken out, dinner dancing but sooner or later sex would come up and I wanted that to be great as well but let's face it when had it been? So for me right now Mark really was the perfect solution; smoking hot sex and then sweet to me afterwards.

My brother on the other hand, I wasn't quite sure what was going on with him. After being fairly quiet about Krissy for a couple of weeks he had started up moping about her again. Trying to call her and even showing up at the Dunkin Donuts she worked at and trying to speak to her. His phone calls were never returned and Krissy went in the back when he came to her work and the manager would ask him to leave. I have to say it was a little frustrating to watch someone as hot as my brother waste himself. I mean not only was Cynthia throwing herself at him but my girlfriend Betty who was twenty three had been eyeing my brother since he had first come to live with us. Let alone the countless coeds who hung out at Mitch's and all but drooled over him.

Well let's face it most of the reason it was frustrating to see Mark still pining for Krissy was that I was jealous. Now that I had Mark's affection all to myself I didn't want to share ever again. As twisted as it sounds it wouldn't really bother me if my brother wanted Cynthia or anyone else. To me that was just sex and meant nothing, hell if it weren't for my issues this nasty girl would be getting her share so why would I deny my brother the chance to score some hot pussy?

No as far as I was concerned I would be willing to share my brother's body, it was his heart that I wanted. We promised each other a year ago that even if there were others we would always be each other's favorite. I have to say for most of that year I had wondered if it were me or Krissy but after this first taste of heartache I was hoping my brother would just go the route of fucking his sluts and cuddling with his sister. Once again however this brought up what if it could just be the two of us?

"Hey sis you in there?"

I looked up and smiled at Mark who had finally made his way over.

"Hey little brother it's not nice to ignore your sister." I told him.

"Yeah it's crazy in here tonight." 

As Mark spoke he put two shot glasses up on the bar and pulling out a bottle of jack poured two and slid me over one.

"Here's to fucking your hot sister." Mark said in Latin, grinning.

As we both knocked back the shot I wondered once again how Mitch made any money, both Cynthia and Mark drank while they worked and could more than hold their own.

I put my glass down and pointed at the bottle but Mark had put the cap back on and put it back on the shelf before turning back to me. I sighed and picked up the Captain and coke Cynthia had brought me. Mark frowned.

"That's not the one I gave you awhile ago."

Ignoring that I remembered why I had come down earlier than usual tonight.

"Hey you said you wanted to talk to me when you called me?"

Mark nodded. "Listen sis I need a favor."

"Yeah? You wanna go out to your car?" I asked him. Then pouting added; "After all it is your night sir."

Last week while Cynthia watched the bar, Mark and I had gone out and sat in his car in the corner of the parking lot where I had blown him as he fingered me.

"No I..." Mark sighed. "Megan I need you to go talk to Krissy for me."

I rolled my eyes.

"Oh for Christ's sake little brother give it up!"

"Megan look..."

"She doesn't call you, she won't see you. Mark it's over, why can't you get that?"

Mark looked at me then looked away with that ridiculous puppy dog look on his face. I didn't care, I was pissed. There was a hot girl ten feet away who wanted to fuck the shit out of him and he was pining for his sweet little girlfriend.

"Mark see Cynthia over there?"

"Yeah."

"Just go over there and tell her to take you home after work and give it to you, hell she'd probably do you on the bar, why the hell won't you do it?"

"Because then what if Krissy..." he stopped seeing the look on my face.

I was going to say something when Mark leaned over and putting his head down in front of me whispered;

"Please sis?

"Mark..."

"Megan please do this for me. It's my last chance." 

I looked at my brother and sighed. Nothing in me wanted to do this. I did not want Krissy back in the picture in anyway. On the other hand my brother would do anything for me. As I continued to think I realized that Mark had said his last chance. I could end this here, go over make a half assed effort and tell him it was done. Mark would be upset and of course would seek the comfort of his sister's arms and mouth and pussy. I looked up at him.

"I'll go on two conditions. One that if she says she's done you give it up for good."

"Okay." Mark said obviously relieved.

"Second get me a drink and another shot."

"I don't know Megan you've had a few and the folks will be home and..."

"Then no Krissy." I said smirking.

Mark stared at me then poured me another shot before going to get me a drink. I did the shot and sat there feeling quite pleased with myself. As I watched my brother make my drink I looked past him at Cynthia and pictured my brother bending her over the bar driving that huge cock into her making her squeal. I felt my pussy begin to get wet and began to breathe faster, I was also feeling quite warm. Not that I needed much help but a real good buzz got me even hornier and nastier than usual.

"There you are you bad girl."

I turned to see Betty standing there with her latest boyfriend who I thought was named James. It didn't really matter, she'd party with him fuck him a couple of times then move on.

"I'm a good girl!" I exclaimed as I kissed her on the cheek.

"Yeah you look it." 

Betty said grinning as she slid onto the stool next to me. Betty was short and although I wouldn't say chubby was definitely curvy she had curly red hair and light green eyes. Betty's most noticeable feature however was her huge tits. Betty had to be at least a d-cup which seemed even bigger on her 5' nothing frame. As always they were all but falling out of the tight black tank top she was wearing.

"Megan you know James?"

I smiled at him and we sat and shot the shit for a few minutes. They were on their way to a club and figured they would stop in and see if I was there. Mark brought my drink over and flashed his best killer smile at Betty.

"Hey hot stuff." He told her.

"Hey gorgeous." She replied. "Love that tattoo."

"Thanks, love your..." He trailed off with a smirk as he stared down her shirt.

Betty laughed and ordered a couple of beers when Mark walked away she looked at me and whispered;

"Goddamn you're brother just keeps getting hotter. Is he over Krissy yet?"

I shook my head.

"I could get him there you know." Betty said smiling.

I laughed; sitting right next to one guy she was lining up the next. I have to say part of me was jealous I couldn't be that way although I never really saw myself as a slut, I just wanted to make one guy really happy and have him return the favor. I reached into my purse and pulled out a pack of Marlboro's and after lighting one offered them to Betty. I had started smoking a couple of weeks ago. Jack had always said they calmed him down so I figured I would try them. I'm not sure how calm they made me but I enjoyed them. To my surprise Mark would smoke one with me here and there.

Betty put the cigarette in her mouth then grinned as my brother arrived just in time to pull out a bic and light it for her. Her smile widened as Mark took one out of the pack and lit it by putting it in his mouth and pressing it to the tip of hers. I noticed Cynthia shooting a dirty look in Betty's direction. The door opened and four obviously drunk college kids came in and all headed down to Cynthia's end. Mark sighed and said;




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 19



"Gotta go babysit."

"Later sexy." Betty told him.

Mark looked at me.

"You will?" 

I rolled my eyes

"In a little bit Mark."

Mark nodded and went down to the other end of the bar. After a couple of minutes Betty nudged me and asked;

"Wanna go smoke?"

The night was just getting better! I leaned over to put my purse behind the bar and followed Betty and James outside. We walked over near the corner and of the building where Betty reached into her purse and pulled out a joint. After lighting it she took a couple of puffs and passed it to me. I took a long hit and coughed a bit. I had only smoked a couple of other times and that had been over at her place. The three of us passed it around until it was gone and then Betty said they had to go. 

I stayed outside for a few minutes to get some air. The pot had greatly enhanced the buzz I had and although it felt great I did need to slow up. Usually on a Saturday I would get Mark to drop me off at work and Betty would pick me up and take me to Mitch's and I would wait for Mark to get off so we could go home and both get off. Tonight however Mark had asked me to bring my car and not to stay all night, as Dad had been asking him a lot of questions about me hanging there. Of course I now knew he had wanted me to have my car so I could go talk to Krissy for him.

On that note I sighed and went back into Mitch's and headed for the bar, I was wearing an extremely short black skirt with high heeled boots and enjoyed the looks I got. I stopped and stood waiting for one of the bikers playing pool to take a shot so I wouldn't distract him. Apparently I was anyways as I watched his eyes go back and forth from the ball to my legs. When I saw his eyes look up I smiled and winked at him. Then just as he looked ready to shoot deliberately dropped my cigarettes and bent over to pick them up.

The guy not only missed his shot by a mile but knocked the 8 in losing the game. He looked up at me;

"What are you with him?"

Him was a young guy probably around my age and as I stood there he turned to look at me and smiled.

"Thanks I need all the help I can get."

"It as an accident really." I said.

As I spoke I looked him over; definitely a college kid, and a slightly preppie one at that; wearing a pair of Dockers and a short sleeve collared shirt. He was only a little taller than me and a little on the thin side and although I wouldn't say he was hot he was certainly cute, short dirty blonde hair and big baby blue eyes. At the moment I noticed those baby blues were making their way up and down my body. I watched smiling as they lingered on my legs and made their way up. He focused on the tattoo then looked up at my face.

"Like that Tat."

"Yeah that all you like?" I asked smiling.

"Hey kid you still playing?" The biker asked.

"In a minute." The kid answered. "Why don't you grab a round on me?"

'Hey Red!" The biker called out. "Another round!"

"Want a drink?" The kid asked me. "After all I owe you one."

"Sure I'll take a shot of Jack."

"That's not a very lady like drink." 

"I'm not very lady like." I replied laughing.

He smiled I noticed it was much like my own, big and genuine, the kind that made you want to smile back, which I did. He called for the shot and I noticed my brother shoot me a look from behind the bar, I turned away and looked back at the guy and caught him staring at my face not my legs which I kind of liked.

"Tommy." 

As he said it he took my hand and bringing it to his lips kissed the back of it. I laughed before saying;

"Megan."

"Well Megan I have to say you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen."

"You always so smooth?" I asked him.

"No I've been practicing."

I smiled again. I don't know if it was the high or I just liked the attention but I have to say a guy hadn't made me smile this much in awhile.

"So," I said putting my arms out. "All this and it's my eyes that you notice."

To my delight Tommy blushed and looked away. I loved shy. Arrogant jerks like Warner pissed me off, which is part of the reason I was still pissed at myself over Jack.

"Oh trust me," Tommy said. "I noticed the rest but your eyes really are amazing just like that smile."

"This one?" I asked as I flashed him a big one.

"That one. It's kind of crooked."

"Thanks." I told him then added; "Keep practicing."

"No I like it!" He said laughing like his smile his laugh was big and not fake at all. "It's cute."

"Okay I'll take that I guess."

The drinks came and I clinked my shot glass against Tommy's beer and threw it back. Seeing Tommy was now otherwise occupied the biker told him he was done playing and went to the bar. Tommy asked me if I wanted to play and we shot a quick game. I was a decent player but wasn't really paying attention. I was having more fun distracting Tommy by leaning over the table giving him a view of my black lace bra and making it a point to bend far enough over the table so that you could see I had on matching panties. I let Tommy win and we had another drink, fortunately Mark wasn't paying attention at the moment.

Tommy was a sophomore at PC and was majoring in business. His father owned a distribution company in Providence that he was hoping to take over someday. I told him about my painting and as I talked he seemed genuinely interested, asking questions about my influences as apparently his mother was a collector. As we spoke I had mixed feelings. On one hand Tommy was cute and certainly interested. He seemed down to earth and not stuck on himself and I could definitely see myself going out with him. 

On the other hand part of me thought why bother I knew how it would end; my issues rearing their ugly heads, and Tommy becoming another casualty of them. Besides I thought as I glanced over at Mark, who was watching the bar while Cynthia went into the back office to take a break, what about us? Krissy would be history after tonight and I would be the target of all of his affection. Sure he might eventually mess around with Cynthia but I wouldn't care, or would I? No as nice as Tommy seemed I wanted to see where that moment a couple of weeks ago would lead with my brother.

The juke box which had been quiet suddenly kicked on blasting Ted Nugents Stranglehold throughout the bar. As the grinding guitar lick filled the room a cheer went up from the crowd at the bar. Tommy who was facing that way looked up over my shoulder and said;

"Showtime."

I turned to see Cynthia up on the bar. She was wearing a short red mini skirt and matching tank top that barely held in her tits and was up there swinging her hips to the beat. As she made her way to one end one of the bikers handed her a shot which she did quickly then rewarded him by turning around and flipping her skirt up to expose the light blue thong she was wearing. Turning back around Cynthia started to make her way towards the middle when one of the older women that hung with the bikers called out:

"Hey Mark what about us?"

Mark shook his head but as several other women started chanting his name he gave a mock sigh then bracing his hands on the bar launched himself up on top of it. Mark grabbed the bottom of his shirt and paused, the women cheered but Mark simply put his hand out. One of the women at the bar leaned up and put a bill in his jeans and with a smirk Mark started to pull his shirt off but stopped as Cynthia coming up behind him grabbed the bottom of it.

As the crowd whistled Mark raised his hands over his head and let Cynthia take it off. She then wrapped her arms around his waist and the two of them started grinding their hips in time with the beat. As I watched I could feel my breathing pick up and my pussy begin to drip. Cynthia was running her long red fingernails along my brother's muscular chest and down his flat stomach. I let out a breath as her hand slid into the waist of his jeans. Mark pulled away and turned in time for Cynthia to get her arms around his neck and give an up and down shimmy lingering at his crotch. 

When she came back up she turned and pushing her ass back into Mark and started to grind into him. This time it was my brother's hands that started to wander, sliding up and down her sides, where they grazed the sides of her tits. Cynthia reached back and grabbed the back of Mark's head and tossed her head to the side so that one side of her neck was open. Mark hesitated and I saw him glance over at me. I nodded to him but he still seemed unsure until someone yelled something at him and a few bills landed on the bar.

With a grin Mark leaned in and kissed Cynthia's neck. I all but moaned as I caught the look on her face, it wasn't for show that was sure and I was also sure I didn't have the only wet pussy in the place. After the kiss Mark got the crowd going more by flicking his tongue out and licking the length of her neck. The two turned on the bar so that Cynthia was facing me. She had that look of lust on her face as she ground into my brothers cock, which I'm sure was at full attention. My brother looked at me over Cynthia's shoulder as his hands encircled her waist stopping just under her tits and flashed that cocky smirk that most people there thought was his permanent expression. 

As Cynthia turned to face him and raise her hands it was Mark's turn to shimmy down to his knees where after another bill hit the bar he flipped her skirt up in his face. Cynthia put one heeled foot up on his shoulder and Mark flicked his tongue across her thigh as he did he caught my eye and winked. Oh yeah? I thought.

I turned to Tommy who was sitting down watching and put my hand out.

"Let's see what you got honey." I told him.

Tommy looked around a second like I was talking to someone else then taking my hand stepped up and went to put his hands around my waist, I put mine around his neck and seeing my brother was watching shimmied my way down to the floor and back up rubbing the side of my face along Tommy's crotch. As I came all the way up I pressed close enough that my tits rubbed along his chest. Several people turned and started clapping, as Tommy held my waist I let myself bend backwards and as my hands touched the floor put one of my legs up on Tommy's shoulder causing my skirt to fall up exposing my black panties and my leg right up to my hip.

From that angle I returned Mark's wink then whipped myself back up into a standing position and coming face to face with Tommy grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him. He was a bit surprised for a second but quickly caught on kissing me back and fairly hard, as we kissed I noticed he smelled like pot; guess Tommy might not be as clean cut as he looked. We broke the kiss and spinning away from him I started whipping my head around, wildly letting my long black hair fly through the air and then tossing it back jumped up on one of the chairs and started gyrating to the music. I might not have the tits that Cynthia has but my legs and ass were second to none and I knew how to work them.

Tommy stepped up to me and turning I bent over and shook my ass directly in his face. Then as the guitar solo started I jumped down and backed into Tommy, letting him put his arms around my waist and began grinding into him. I was quite pleased that I could feel that he was also quite pleased. I looked up to see Mark still behind Cynthia on the bar and she was working him faster than ever. From across the room we watched each other bump and grind on another. Tommy's hands were just under my tits and Cynthia had flipped her skirt up and was grinding her all but bare ass into him with a look of lust on her face that sent a surge through my already dripping pussy.

As we stared at each other I know we were thinking the same thing; that at the end of the night we would be going home together and fucking the shit out of each other; that these others were just for fun. At that thought another wave of moisture flowed through me because Cynthia and Tommy were getting off on us, never suspecting that Mark and I were lovers. Seeing if Mark would follow my lead I grabbed Tommy's wrists and put his hands on my tits. This was more forward than I would ever have been before but between the drinks and the pot I was flying damn high and wanted nothing more than to get my brother going.

"Damn!" Tommy exclaimed behind me, I did notice however that he made no effort to move his hands.

Someone whistled then there was a cheer as not only did Mark grab Cynthia's tits (but by) the startled look on her face he must have pinched her nipples through the bra. Finally Mark pulled away from her and as the song wound down put his back to the crowd and suddenly turned a back flip off the bar to land on his feet. He put his arms out to Cynthia who jumping into his them wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck and started bucking up and down as if she were fucking him.

Mark got his hands under her ass and started lifting her up high and higher. I saw him say something to her and she let her legs drop. As everyone watched Mark began lifting her all the way up into the air as if she were a weight. 

"Oh goddamn," I whispered as I watched Mark.

Muscles bulging in his arms and chest; the huge new tattoo gleaming, and sweat running down his chest and stomach Mark was lifting Cynthia all the way up to where his arms would lock. Several people started counting as he did it. As the song ended Mark lifted her one more time except this time Cynthia grabbed one of the ceiling beams and swinging her legs up around Mark's shoulder's shoved her pussy into his face. 

The crowd cheered then laughed as when Mark put her down he was blushing. As the music stopped everyone clapped and Cynthia and Mark both took a bow. As Mark went back behind the bar and putting his shirt back on went back to work Cynthia went around picking up the bills from the floor and the bar so she could split them up between the two of them. 

I noticed that although the music had stopped Tommy was still holding me around the waist. I pulled away and turning kissed him at first quickly then decided to give my brother one more show and gave him a long hard one. As he pulled me close to him I felt something vibrate against my stomach.

"Well then!" I exclaimed laughing.

Tommy grinned and pulled a pager out of his pocket and looking at it rolled his eyes.

"Shit I have to get going, I have to meet someone."

"You just did though." I told him smiling

"Yeah well this is work, kind of."

"At 8 on a Saturday night?" I asked. 

"Yeah well it's a long story."

Tommy put the pager away then smiled at me; 

"So can I get your number? Maybe I can call you tomorrow and we could do something."

"I have to work." I told him. I didn't want to lead him on but tonight had been fun. "Tell you what I'm usually here on Friday's and Saturday's, so why not stop by next week?"

Tommy frowned, disappointed at not getting my number but nodded. I gave him another kiss so he wouldn't feel so bad then watched as he went over to Cynthia paid his tab then left. I went over and sat at the corner of the bar and waited for Mark to come over. When he did I smiled at him;

"Nice show little brother, you two do that often?" Mark shrugged and grinned.

"Once a night when Mitch leaves; it gets the crowd buying and we make some extra money."

"And you don't enjoy it at all of course."

"Of course not." Mark said grinning then turned serious. "Watch out for Tommy."

"What?" I asked. "He's a nice kid, I was the one getting him going."

Mark shook his head.

"I don't care about that. He deals."

"Deals?"

"Yeah Meg deals, you know Coke?"

"Oh." I said. Saturday night page. Business Duh!

So much for that. The last thing I would need was to get caught up in that scene. I mean a good buzz and some grass was one thing but Coke? I'd heard people could get hooked on one hit no I didn't need that I wanted to have fun not ruin my life.

"That's okay I was only playing with him like you were with Red over there." I briefly touched his hand on the bar. "Thanks for watching out little brother."

Mark nodded.

"So when are you going?"

Oh for God's sake I thought.

"As soon as you get me another drink and a shot." I told him.

"You've had enough Megan, really."

"You know what Mark just let Krissy go. I mean Cynthia would all but jump you if no one was looking, have fun Mark!"

"I..."

"Or," I said to him. "You could just keep spending time with your sister. I mean haven't we been having fun?"

"Yeah but were not for all the time and I know you've just been trying to help me but..."

There was no way around it I was going to have to go end this. But if I had to go through the trouble I may as well feel good while I did.

"Fine Mark but get me the drinks first."

"No." Mark said simply.

I stared at him feeling myself start to get angry.

"Mark.." I started.

"No way Meg you're done."

I suddenly lost it. Who the hell did he think he was? I was the one in control, I made the rules. Mark had been leaning over with his arms folded in front of him. I reached out and grabbing the back of his hair got a handful of it and pulled his face to within inches of mine.

"You do not tell me no understood?"

"Hey.." Mark tried to pull away but I twisted my hand pulling his hair harder.

"Ow!"

"You listen to me Mark. I make the rules got that? Even when you're in control it's only because I let you. If I wanted you to you would be on your knees begging for your sister every night you got that?"

My eyes locked into his. For a moment Mark looked pissed and he stared back, his multi colored eyes flaring and turning to a dark shade of brown. I returned the stare still holding his hair not caring if anyone was looking.

"I said do you get that?" I asked again giving his head a shake for emphasis.

I don't know why I had gotten this mad this quick. I just know it had been happening a lot lately when people gave me a hard time, well this girl had taken enough shit in her day and would take no more, not even from my brother. Mark dropped his gaze and whispered;

"Yes my sister."

"That's better." I told him. I let go of his hair but kept speaking;

"Don't you forget your place Mark, ever. You might be hot stuff these days but don't forget what you were and who made you what you are." I made a come here gesture so I could whisper to him;

"And don't ever forget who made you a man. If it wasn't for your big sister you'd still be jerking off in bed. Still be a virgin, isn't that right little brother?"

"Yes Megan." He said softly. "I wouldn't be here without you."

"Good that you know that." I said nodding. "Now go get me a fucking drink."

Mark turned and went to mix my drink as he did he brushed up against Cynthia who turned and smiled at him. Little fucking whore I thought, if my brother wasn't so hung up on his stupid Krissy, if he was half the man he should be he would treat her like one, give her just what she wanted. I closed my eyes envisioning that look on her face as Mark had kissed her neck oh she would give Mark anything he wanted. Anything.

Mark came back and putting the drink down grabbed a shot glass and poured one for me. I did the shot quickly and after taking a few swallows of the drink let my eyes wander across the back of the bar. I stopped at the door that led to the back where Mitch had an office he left unlocked so Mark and Cynthia could get at the safe. I smiled at Mark and once again gestured him to come closer.

"Hey little brother you take your break yet?" I asked in Latin in case anyone could hear us.

"No why?" He replied in the same manner.

"Good." I told him. "Because you're going to tell Cynthia you are and you're going to take me into the back office and fuck me."

"Are you nuts Meg? We can't do ow!"




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 19



I had grabbed his hair again.

"Let's try this again Mark. You're hot big sister is horny and she wants you to fuck her. The proper response is?"

"Megan, we could get caught and what about Krissy."

I wanted to slap him but instead smiled wickedly and said;

"I'll go see Krissy little brother, right after you give your sister what she needs." I smiled at the indecision on his face. "You want your sweet Krissy? You fuck your hot Megan, it's really simple."

I let go of his hair and leaned back.

"Now go tell that little red headed slut that I need to talk to you and that were going in the back room." I paused then added; "Now."

Mark turned and went down to Cynthia. I saw her nod and Mark made his way back to me and lifted the gate at the end of the bar. I smiled at him and then followed as he went into the back. The back room was mostly for storage but Mitch had made a small office for himself next to the staircase that led to the deserted second floor. A couple of years ago a fire had destroyed the two apartments up there and Mitch had never fixed them. 

Mark opened the office door and stood aside as I slipped past him. Mark closed the door behind us and locked it. The office was small with a desk and a couple of office chairs. There was a computer that Mark was teaching Mitch how to use and a filing cabinet. Mark turned to face me and before I could say anything grabbed my shoulders and spinning me around tried to bend me over the desk.

"Stop!" I snapped at him.

Mark took his hand from my back and I turned to face him.

"You think you're just going to bend me over? Is that all your sister's worth is a quickie?"

"Megan we don't..."

He trailed off as I raised my hands and waited. Mark obediently grabbed my tank top and slid it over my head, I then turned and waited as he undid my bra. I leaned my head back loving the feeling of my long hair on my back and also reveling in the complete control I had over my brother. Turning back to him I smiled as Mark's eyes immediately went to my small perfectly shaped tits. He went to grab them but stopped and looked up at me.

"May I?"

"May you?" I asked.

"May I please suck on your beautiful tits Megan?"

"There now that's better. Go ahead little brother play with my tits."

Mark stepped up to me and as he brought his hands up to begin teasing my nipples with his finger tips he leaned forward to kiss me. I turned my head.

"I'm sorry." Mark whispered; "May I kiss you my sister?"

I turned and reaching up behind his head gently ran my fingers through his hair.

"Of course you can little brother you can have whatever you want just remember your place."

I then parted my lips and felt my pussy flow as with the cutest little whimper my bad ass little brother eagerly kissed his big sister's lips. He kissed me softly at first then started kissing harder. I opened my mouth and let him push his tongue in to caress mine. I sighed and wrapped my arms around his neck to let him know I was enjoying it. I had no desire to be mean to Mark tonight but had to be sure he knew who was in charge and fully appreciated his big sister and all she had to offer.

I broke the kiss and leaning back sat on the desk and pointed at the floor. Mark started to get to his knees but I stopped him.

"Strip." I said simply.

Mark took his shirt off then removed his shoes and jeans. As he stood up to pull down his boxers I noticed the large wet spot on the front of them.

"Oooh. " I cooed. "Cynthia had you all worked up didn't she?"

"Yes." He whispered as he slipped off his underwear, his cock was rock hard and the tip was already glistening from his pre-cum.

"Poor Cynthia." I said shaking my head. "She gets all horny and someone else gets this big hard cock." 

I paused to moan as Mark dropping to his knees leaned forward and took my left nipple in his mouth as his right hand fondled my right one.

"And not just anyone but your sister." I sighed as Mark switched up on my nipples. "And poor Tommy was all hard but who gets this pussy?"

"I do." Mark whispered around my nipple.

"Yeah that's right little brother this is your pussy isn't it?"

"Only if you want it to be." Mark said.

"Oh good answer!" I exclaimed.

Still sucking on my right tit Mark slid his hands under my skirt and slipped my panties off. As he tossed them aside his tongue left my nipple and started sliding down my soft stomach.

"Oh yeah," I told him as I played with his hair. "You know where that tongue belongs don't you?"

As I spoke I leaned back further on the desk resting on my elbows and swung my legs up onto Mark's shoulders. I was still wearing my knee high boots and loved how they looked across his bare skin. Truth be told if we wouldn't have to go back out to the bar I'd have pushed the heels into his shoulders. Oh well there was always later.

Mark pushed my skirt up past my hips and gently spreading my pussy open leaned forward and blew lightly on my swollen clit. I groaned softly; I had been worked up for quite awhile and even my brother's hot breath was enough to get me trembling. Starting by pushing his tongue inside of my steaming slit Mark slowly worked his tongue up the length of my pussy until he got to my clit where he did a slow circle around it then blew on it again.

"Tease later little brother your sister needs to cum!"

As always Mark followed his big sister's orders perfectly. Wrapping his lips around my sensitive clit he started sucking it in and out of his mouth while at the same time sliding two fingers into my incredibly wet pussy and rapidly pumping them in and out.

"Oh that's right little brother," I moaned. "You work your sister's pussy!"

Mark brought his other hand up and pinching my clit between his fingers started swirling his tongue around it.

"Oh yes! Squeeze it harder!"

As Mark tightened his grip on my clit I brought my own fingers up and grabbing my nipples began twisting them back and forth. I had my head thrown back but brought it up so I could see my beautiful little brother's face buried between my creamy thighs.

"Oh that looks soooo good little brother." I told him beginning to slowly rock my hips back and forth into his face.

My breathing began to come faster as I watched Mark's tongue swirl across my clit. I let out a moan as his fingers put even more pressure on my clit and I gasped as an exquisite mix of pleasure and pain flowed through me. I pinched my own nipples harder to add to that delicious sensation. Letting go of one of my nipples I reached down and grabbing a handful of Mark's hair held his head still and started grinding my pussy into his face.

"That's right Mark, you know your place! Right there on your knees in your bosses office sucking your sister's pussy."

Wrapping my legs around Mark's head I crossed them at the ankles effectively burying my brother's face in my pussy.

"Oh I bet you that little red headed slut's thought about this hasn't she?"

Mark grunted something into my pussy but I wasn't listening, I was totally caught up in picturing Cynthia back here with him.

"Yeah and she'd be right where you are wouldn't she little brother? On her knees sucking that huge fucking cock, she'd take very drop wouldn't she?"

I tossed my head back and moaned as I felt my thighs begin to tremble. I closed my eyes imagining Cynthia on her knees her eyes watering from my brother's cock being so far down her throat, she'd be whimpering but not as much as she would when he bent her over the desk.

"Ohhh," I whimpered my hips bucking even faster into Mark's face."Ohhh right there little brother! Oh just a little more I..OHHH!"

At that moment Mark had slid one of his fingers back and shoved it into my ass, at the same time he sucked my clit hard into his mouth where his tongue swirled quickly around it. I came hard and with nothing around to bite or stick my face into let out a series of loud gasping squeals as I tried desperately not to scream. Apparently Mark liked the sound of those as I felt rather than heard him moan into my pussy. As I continued to gasp and grind my hips Mark's finger pumped furiously in and out of my ass bringing another of those delightful waves of pain enhanced pleasure. I gave my nipples one more good hard twist and with one more long shuddering moan dropped my legs from around Mark's shoulders and lie back panting on the desk. 

Mark gave my clit one more good suck which caused my hips to twitch and another of those little hiccups to escape before standing up and grabbing my ankles lifted my legs straight into the air. Leaning forward Mark placed the tip of his huge dripping dick right at the edge of my sopping wet pussy.

"May I..." He began. But I cut him off.

"Oh just give to me little brother, fuck your big sister's pussy! Give her what she needs."

With one fluid thrust Mark drove the full length of his enormous cock deep into my overheated pussy. I cried out in pleasure as he began fucking me using long deep strokes that drove all ten plus inches home every time. I lied there staring at the ceiling still spent from the orgasm and groaning with pleasure as Mark continued his assault on my pussy. Don't get me wrong I was impressed that he was going to ask but that would be a game for another night right now this was just what I needed; a good hard fucking from my hot little brother.

Mark crossed my ankles and grabbing the heel to one of my boots held them up against his chest and with his other hand he leaned forward and pinched my left nipple. The move bent my legs backwards and lifted my ass off the desk driving his cock even deeper into me. I looked down and watched as Mark's cock slid in and out of my pussy, it was so wet it was glistening and as incredible as it felt...

"Step back little brother. " I told him. "I need to taste it."

Mark stepped back and standing up I grabbed his shoulders and guided him around to the desk where I pushed him back to a sitting position and dropped to my knees in front of him. I grabbed his cock and after giving it a couple of good hard pumps with my hand opened wide and sank my mouth down on his cock, taking the entire length until my lips were touching the base of his shaft.

"Oh damn!" Mark groaned.

"Yeah little brother you like that?" I asked as I pulled his cock from my mouth. "You like your sister's mouth?"

"Oh I love it!"

"Then keep telling me." I said and taking his cock in my mouth began bobbing my head up and down in a steady rhythm that I matched with my hand so I was jerking him off as well.

"Oh Megan I love it when you suck my cock, I love those perfect lips wrapped around it I uhhh!" 

Mark groaned as taking his cock from my mouth I started sucking on his balls while still jerking him off. I moaned myself as Mark tried to start talking again but couldn't, he just kept moaning as his big sister worked his balls with her mouth. I ran my tongue across both of them then licked up the length of his shaft and after pausing to tease the head with the tip of my tongue deep throated him and held it there while I now used my fingers to caress his balls. Mark was moaning continuously now and I could feel his thighs start to shake.

I sucked hard on his cock so that when I pulled it out of my mouth it was accompanied by a wet slurping sound.

"Not so fast little brother." I told him as I stood up. "The only place you're cumming tonight is up inside of your big sisters pussy." 

With that I leaned over the desk and waited. Mark didn't need to be told what to do. Quickly standing up he turned and grabbing my hips slammed his cock back into my needy little pussy. I grabbed my tank top from next to me on the desk and started squealing into it as Mark reared back and started really going to town on me. The office was filled with a sharp slapping sound as Mark was fucking me so hard that our skin was slamming together. 

Still squealing into my shirt I lifted one of my legs and got my knee up onto the desk changing the angle and sending my brother's cock even deeper into my tight little pussy. Mark reached down and once again grabbing the heel of my boot bent my leg up even more so that he could go deeper still. Taking his other arm he leaned over and placed it next to my head on the desk so that he was now over rather than just behind me and driving down into me.

I looked up from the shirt and moaned at what I saw in front of me. In the reflection of the computer screen I saw myself bent over braced up on one arm. Mark was behind me and his arm was next to mine. It was our right arms and our new massive tattoo's were side by side. Even better than that was with Mark over me I could see his face behind mine. Both of our faces were transformed by lust. Our hair was wet with sweat and our eyes wild both our mouths open as we panted and moaned. Goddamn we looked hot!

"Look at the screen!" I gasped out.

I saw Mark smile into the screen then his mouth opened wide and I heard him start gasping. The image of the two of us fucking was sending him over the edge.

"Oh yeah little brother you watch yourself fuck your nasty sister, you slam that fucking pussy! It's your pussy no one else's gets it like this!"

Mark started making those little whimpering noises and I was making some of my own as his last few thrusts were even harder and deeper than the one's before it. With one last loud moan I felt the first hot sticky burst of cum go deep into my pussy.

"Oh yeah little brother!" I cried out. "Oh look at you cumming in your sister's pussy!" Mark continued to pump his spurting cock into me and I moaned in pleasure at the feeling of his warm cum filling me. With one last slow thrust Mark stopped and pulling himself out of me fell more than sat back into the office chair panting. I remained bent over the desk trying to catch my own breath. Between the power of the orgasm and the buzz catching up with me my head was spinning. We remained that way for a couple of minutes then both jumped at a knock on the door.

"Hey Mark I'm getting pretty busy out here." Cynthia called.

"Okay I'll be out in a minute." Mark yelled back.

Standing up Mark quickly began getting dressed. As he did I stood and waited for him grinning. When he was finished he looked at me.

"Well?" I asked batting my eyes.

Shaking his head Mark picked up my panties and as I sat back on the desk slid them on for me then as I put my arms up put my bra and then shirt on for me.

"Thank you little brother!" I told him and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips.

Mark smiled tiredly and after taking a second to finger comb his sweat soaked hair opened the door for me. Cynthia was already back at the bar so we quickly went back to our end. Mark looked at me with that exasperated look that only I could get from him and asked;

"Megan will you please go now for me?"

"Go where?" I asked sweetly then laughed at the look on his face.

Reaching over the bar I gently caressed his cheek and told him;

"Don't worry little brother I'll do my best."

"Promise?"

"No worries little brother I'll get this straightened out once and for all."

Fifteen minutes later I pulled in front of Krissy's house and sat for a minute making sure I had myself together. After a brief check in the rearview mirror I put a couple of drops of visine in my eyes and took a shot of the spearmint breath spray I kept in the glove compartment. I had called just before I had left Mitch's to make sure Krissy was home and had gotten her mother who said she was but she was in the shower. I had asked if I could come by and after a brief hesitation she had said okay. Krissy's parents weren't stupid, they probably figured I was coming to beg Krissy to forgive my crazy little brother. Little did they know I was just here for a token effort.

As I got out of the car and walked up the porch steps it occurred to me that I might have been better off going home and changing first. After ringing the bell I pulled my skirt down a little and waited. I ended up getting lucky, Krissy's parents had gone out and her older sister Lisa, my best friend throughout middle and high school, answered. We sat down in the parlor and talked for awhile, I hadn't really been seeing Lisa much since I started college and had been spending most of my time with Betty. 

Lisa shook her head at my tattoo and then asked if I was going to try to talk Krissy into taking Mark back. I told her I had promised Mark I would try but already knew the answer and was just hoping this would finally get him over it. Lisa said that was good because her father had sworn he'd shoot Mark if he caught him around the house and as a matter of fact had gone down to Mitch's and told him that. I frowned, Mark hadn't told me that. Oh well it was irrelevant at this point.

I went upstairs and knocked on Krissy's door. She called for me to come in and when I entered Krissy was sitting at her bureau brushing her long sandy brown hair.

"Hey Krissy." 

"Hey Megan long time no... Damn!" She exclaimed. "Is that real?"

"Yup." I told her looking down at my arm. "Got it three days ago."

"Your parents must have shit!" Krissy said laughing.

"Yeah they did." I agreed. "You should see the one Mark got."

The smile left Krissy's face and she sighed.

"That's why you're here right? To talk about me and Mark."

I nodded. Krissy got up and came over to sitting on the edge of her bed gestured for me to sit next to her. As I did I looked her over. Krissy must have been getting ready for bed as she was just wearing a pair of baggy shorts and a lace tank top that barely contained her huge tits. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were poking through. Remembering the awkward incident from my bedroom I looked up and kept my eyes focused on her face.

"Look Krissy," I began. "I know you're upset with my brother and you have every right to be. I just came by here because he asked me to. I know you've already made up your mind but I figured I would..."

I stopped as I saw Krissy looking over at the little nightstand next to her bed. I followed her gaze and saw a picture of her and my brother that I had taken last year. They were sitting on the little bench in Krissy's back yard. Krissy was sitting in my brother's lap and was wearing a short denim skirt that showed quite a bit of her leg, just before I snapped the picture Mark had reached up the skirt to grab her thigh, Krissy had laughed and I had caught it just right the two of them laughing together. I saw how happy my brother looked and felt my resolve begin to waiver. No I told myself it didn't matter she was done. All I had to do was nod and say "Too bad."

Krissy looked back over at me and then down at her hands I noticed she was still wearing the emerald ring Mark had given her for her seventeenth birthday. It was the same day that they had slept together for the first time. I also saw the white gold bracelet in its box next to the picture. Why was she still wearing the ring I wondered?

"You know Megan." Krissy started softly. "I really was upset with him. I mean what he did was inexcusable, he not only hurt that guy but enjoyed it."

"Well I don't think he..." I started but she kept taking softly as if to herself.

"Never mind all the other things; that Levay garbage and the flirting and the attitude. He just wasn't that shy kid I fell in love with anymore and I didn't want the new Mark."

"I know Krissy." I told her. "Trust me I do I'm only here to tell you that..."

"But you know now that I've had some time to think about it I'm not sure."

"What?" I asked my eyes widening. "Krissy you haven't so much as returned a message and you had him tossed out of where you work last week."

"I know Megan, I needed time to think without hearing his voice or seeing his face. I didn't want to decide by feeling bad for him or falling for some lines, I wanted to sort it out myself."




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 19



"And?" I asked, why did I not get a good feeling about this.

"Well honestly Megan Mark has a lot of issues and they're not all his fault and you know maybe me just turning my back to him isn't the answer. Maybe I can help him."

"Help him?" I repeated numbly.

Krissy nodded and picking up the picture looked at it.

"He still has that sweet side Megan, it was always there when it was just the two of us. I know he misses me, I know he still loves me. Maybe thinking I would walk away will help get him back to who he was." No I thought. No. No. No.

Krissy looked up at me and gave me a little smile.

"I'm going to call him tomorrow and see if he wants to go grab a coffee and talk. I'm not saying I'll take him back just yet but maybe we can work it out." She sighed looking at the picture. "I do still love him."

"But..." Think Megan. "What about your father? I mean Lisa said..."

"I'm nineteen Megan. I'll see who I want. I won't ever bring Mark here but my father can't stop me and my mother said if that's my choice she'll help."

With that Krissy nodded and smiled at me again.

"So if you were coming here to try to get me to take Mark back you can tell him that I'm going to call him. No promises but we'll see."

I stared at her for a moment. I couldn't let this happen I needed my brother more than ever. For the last month we had been everything to each other and now Krissy wanted him back? Mark would be thrilled, he would go on best behavior and start spending all of his nights with Krissy again. Her father couldn't stop her and my parents loved her, they would be thrilled. I was going to lose my brother! If I was lucky I would see him a couple of nights a week and would be back to getting his second best, I would be the whore and Krissy his love.

"Megan?" Krissy asked looking at me.

I wouldn't let this happen. Taking a deep breath I looked at her and taking her hand in mine began;

"Listen Krissy umm, well you were right about me coming to talk to you about Mark."

"I know." Krissy said looking down at my hand over hers.

"Well Krissy the reason I came is, um." I sighed and shaking my head said; "Look Krissy I came here tonight because I know my brother meant everything to you and you know I love you like a little sister so I wanted you to hear it from me rather than some kid at PC."

"Hear what?" Krissy asked 

I looked away and said it quickly;

"Krissy Mark's been seeing Cynthia from Mitch's"

"What?"

"Yeah you know the redhead well she..."

"But," Krissy started then stopped. As I watched her big brown eyes began to fill up with tears. "But it's only been a month, I mean he loved me!" 

I swallowed hard as tears began to run down her cheeks.

"Yeah well you were pretty serious Krissy and you know how it is. Cynthia knew you were done, knew he was upset and she's older and hot and well..."

Krissy put her head in her hands and began to sob. I put my arm around her and told her it would be okay, that she was a beautiful girl and there were plenty of guys out there who would love a chance to treat her right. Krissy just shook her head and continued to cry, she was still holding that damn picture. I looked at it and found myself having to look away. I sat there quietly, finally dropping the picture Krissy put her arms around my neck and started crying into my shoulder. I held her thinking, Megan you are a real bitch; I did feel bad but I wasn't lying, Krissy had chances, all I had were issues, I belonged in my brother's arms not her.

After a few minutes Krissy stopped and as she sat up I got up and grabbing a box of tissues from the nightstand passed them to her. Krissy wiped her eyes and looking at me whispered;

"Thank you Megan, I'm glad I heard it from you." Oh that one made me feel good.

"Yeah well, it wasn't easy Krissy I didn't want to hurt you, I was hoping you'd say it was over." Well no lie there anyways.

Krissy nodded then leaned over and taking the box with the bracelet in it put the lid on and handed it to me.

"Krissy I..." 

Before I could finish Krissy reached down and sliding the ring off of her finger put that in my hand as well.

"You can give these back to Mark maybe Cynthia will like them." She started to tear up again.

"Krissy you keep them."

She shook her head. I took the ring and put it on the nightstand. 

"You know what hon?" I asked. "You say that Mark's not who you fell in love with anymore? (^)well the Mark who gave you this ring was. So why don't you keep it?" I smiled at her.

"You always said it was the best day of your life, keep it that way."

Krissy stared at the ring for a minute then still crying nodded.

"Okay I'll put it away."

I stayed for awhile longer then went downstairs and told Lisa what had happened and that her little sister was going to need her. Lisa shook her head sadly telling me Krissy had told her yesterday that she was still in love with Mark. As I left Lisa also thanked me for being the one to break it to Krissy and give her a chance to get over it. Yeah that was me, I thought, a real giver.

Three hours later I was lying on my back in my brother's bed with Mark cuddled up next to me. He was on his side his head buried in my shoulder and my arm was around him. He hadn't taken it well. For the first time since Krissy had walked away from him he had been in tears. He asked me if I really tried and I assured him I had done my best. As I had done with Krissy I sat there with my arms around him as he cried. I gave him the bracelet which he held for a minute and handed it back to me telling me I could have it. I tried to tell him no, maybe he could sell it but he shook his head and said it should go to someone special. 

On that note I sighed and turning my head raised my left arm and looked at the bracelet on my wrist, it really was beautiful. No one had ever given me anything like it before. My brother was heartbroken and I did feel badly about it but he would get over it, his big sister would make sure of it. Right now though I thought as I watched the bracelet sparkle in the candlelight, all that mattered was that from now on I would be all that mattered.

Note from the author; Once again thank you to everyone who is still following and commenting on this series! To address the question I am hearing more and more with each chapter I am going back to the present shortly. You are reading 19 and 23 will bring us back to the here and now and Megan's dilemma of whether or not to accept Mark as her elusive "One". Also revealed will be why Doug now hates Mark as well as Megan's last days as an addict, how her engagement ended as well as the night that she and Mark are not supposed to ever bring up.

Trust me I am well aware that I have probably spent too much time in the past however I always saw this as a 3 part series with the past being part 2 and the finale as part 3. A big part of what I am trying to show is why M/M have not been a couple their entire lives as many people have asked me. Also please keep in mind that I plan on self publishing this series at the beginning of next year and am putting all of this up for feedback to see what to keep or not to keep. In the end for those of you who are unhappy with how much time I am spending getting back to the present please keep two things in mind:

One; that many of the small seemingly meaningless things I have mentioned will play into the end of the series and two; I am an amateur writer who is not getting paid for this I am doing the best I can with no experience whatsoever to fulfill a dream of finishing a novel. Having said that once again thank you to those who continue to support me and for those who have lost patience all I can say is you will miss out on a hell of an ending.

One final note; mixed in between chapter 23 and 24 will be a one shot story; Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis which will chronicle the oft mentioned showdown between Mark and his abusive foster father Max. It will be pretty long and will go under novels/novellas and although there will be several sexual encounters it is a very story driven look at Mark and his inner demons. The story will also carry a warning for graphic violence. The end will not be pretty and honestly the entire thing will really only appeal to true fans of the series. Once again several minor things in it will feature into the very last chapters.



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 20



From the author: Just letting you know that in addition to this Chapter I posted a Halloween story that should either be up just before or just after this one. It was submitted to late for Oct 31st due to some family drama. It takes place five years before Megan's current trip to RI and although a stand alone does provide some insight into Megan's new life after she becomes sober and her rebuilding her relationship with her brother at the time. It's also quite a sex fest featuring, lesbian, group sex, and an all out orgy. As well as a sneak peek at a character that will be one of the main attractions in my next project after SWB.

I had already written it and didn't want to waste it so please watch for it. Lovecraft68



The cool morning air felt wonderful as I went out onto the porch of the small cabin and sat on the bench against the wall. It was only 5am but, as had been the case all week, I hadn't slept much and since it was our last morning here decided to get up and enjoy the view one last time. I took a sip of the coffee I had made, and putting my feet up on the railing sighed and looked out at the mist shrouded forest around me. Not for the first time I thought that it would make a hell of a painting; I had brought a sketchbook with me but hadn't really felt up to doing much. 

Well that wasn't true I wanted to but couldn't seem to find the inspiration to do it. That had been happening more and more often lately. What usually helped was a drink but seeing as I was away with Mom that wasn't really an option. As I continued to stare out into the forest it also reminded me of the mural I had painted on my ceiling of the make believe forest I had created when I was nine. That forest had been populated by all kinds of friendly little animals who could all talk and became the only friends I had during my nightmarish time with Frank.

Lately I had found myself wishing I could find that magical place in my head like I used to then and go hide there as saying things hadn't been going well lately was an understatement. I rubbed at my eyes which at this point were sore and burning, I was in the middle of my first bout of insomnia in over a year and the two things that could cure it; a few drinks, or better yet my brother's bed weren't available to me, and I was beginning to feel more and more strung out. I took another deep breath of the fresh air and putting down my cup slumped further down on the bench.

Mom was still sleeping and probably would be until about seven. We weren't due to leave until eight and since we had packed the car last night there wasn't really anything to do this morning. Despite the coolness of the air I felt quite comfortable and decided to try to close my eyes out here, after all you never know and at this point even an hour's sleep would do me a world of good. As had been the case all week as my eyes closed my mind spun and the events of the last couple of weeks unfolded yet again.

After all the things that had been going so well: with the new job, my first sale as an artist and most importantly all the time I had been spending with my brother things got bad in a hurry. It didn't start out that way, in fact I thought things were still going pretty well especially when the guy who had bought my painting came back down and gave me a check for $200, and a rough sketch of something he wanted painted. He said if he was happy with it he would pay me another $500 when it was done. Needless to say I was very excited and felt a celebration was in order.

It was a Thursday night so I told the folks I would be sleeping over Betty's.. After I picked her up Betty and I hit the liquor store where we grabbed a bottle of vodka and a twelve pack. It was only about nine, so we went down to Club Baby Head where Mark was working the door and got us in for free. I had turned twenty one two weeks ago, so could now drink wherever I went. We hung out there and had a few drinks with a couple of guys who were trying to pick us up. Betty tried to talk me into bringing them back to her place but I didn't want to. After all I was getting plenty from my brother and was happy to keep it at that.

Betty rolled her eyes and asked me what the hell was wrong with me? Much like the way I rode Mark about going after Cynthia, Betty was always after me to get laid, telling me how hot I was and how I was missing out. I would just laugh and tell her she made up for both of us. After the club we swung by one of Betty's friends house where I bought a bag of weed and headed back to her place.

We smoked and drank and had a blast, which of course led to us waking up late for school. Not thinking, and in a hurry I shoved the bag into my purse. After the second period class that I shared with Betty, she leaned over and asked if I had it. I told her I did and we decided to hit the ladies room in between classes. Unfortunately as we were walking out as an instructor was walking in, and smelling it stopped us.

We were sent to the Dean's office where we were asked to empty our purses. I was suspended for the rest of the semester, which meant failing and having to repeat it. My father was livid, screaming at me to the point that Mom got nervous and sent me out onto the porch while she tried to calm him down. I sat on the porch, and found I wasn't really all that upset. I mean I felt bad in the sense that Dad worked his ass off and had paid for two years of school including a semester that I wouldn't finish, but honestly I had been sick of school for awhile now. Not only that, but now I would have time to finish that painting quick and get more money then sell more, who the hell needed class?

I lit a cigarette while I was sitting there, and smoked while I listened to mom and dad argue. Mark, who had been upstairs came outside and asked what happened. I told him and he asked me what the hell was wrong with me? I shrugged and explained I didn't need school, and this way Dad wouldn't waste any more money. Mark shook his head and told me I was an idiot. I told him that if he ever wanted this idiot to suck his cock again he'd watch his mouth. Mom came out at that point and brought me back in.

Once again it was lecture time. The evils of drugs, what addiction could do to people. Didn't I see all the trouble I was getting into? Mom also dropped the bomb on me that she was taking me to Kodak to meet with a drug councilor. Dad then told me that if I couldn't get full time at Sears I better get another job because if I wasn't in school, I would be working full time and start paying rent. I sat there and nodded. I couldn't even pretend to look sorry not even when Mom had teared up, as she was saying how worried she was for me. I felt totally detached as if it wasn't really me sitting there. This had been happening more and more often lately; this disconnected feeling. I have to say it was better than worrying.

After the lecture I went upstairs walked into Mark's bedroom and taking him by the hand pulled him into the bathroom with me, where we hopped into the shower for a quick fuck, then went into my room where I spent the rest of the night making him take care of me. Teach him to call me an idiot. By the next morning however I made it up to him, waking him up with a long slow blow job that made his eyes roll. The next few days were pretty tense; I avoided Dad like the plague, and every time I saw Mom she looked sad. I did get my hours upped at Sears and was now making more money, or thought I was until Dad said he wanted $75 a week from me.

Where the school situation didn't necessarily bother me what happened the next Saturday at Mitch's did. I came in after work looking forward to hanging out with Mark; catching a good buzz and then seeing as it was his night getting used and abused by my smoking hot brother. Those plans went to hell pretty quickly. Mark came up to me and grabbing my hand pulled me around the bar and into the back office. At first I was excited, thinking this was part of the game; after all it was his night maybe he would start by forcing me back here.

I went to give him a kiss but he stepped back and told me Krissy had come in here earlier with a couple of friends. She'd wanted to give him back a few small things that she still had of his, and hadn't wanted to go by the house. Mark had tried to get her to stay and talk, which was when Krissy had said she didn't want to get his new girlfriend Cynthia jealous. When my brother had asked what she was talking about little Krissy was nice enough to tell Mark that his big sister had wanted to spare her the embarrassment of hearing it elsewhere and told her how he had moved on.

Mark looked at me and asked me if I had said that. I tried to lie but found I couldn't. I tried to say it wasn't quite what I said but Mark had shaken his head, and asked me why the hell I would do that? I didn't know what to say; because I wanted to be his girlfriend? Because I was so lonely I didn't want to share him anymore? I suppose maybe I should have, at least it would have been an answer. Instead I simply shrugged and said that he was better off. I stopped as I saw Mark's eyes flare up. At first he didn't say anything just stood there looking pissed. I braced myself to get yelled at, but instead his eyes softened and he asked quietly;

"How could you do this to me Meg?" He shook his head and I felt a sinking feeling at the hurt in his eyes as he continued, "How could you? I'm your brother I thought we took care of each other?"

I tried to take his hand, but he pulled it away and simply walked out of the room. I stayed in the back for a few minutes, and when I came out Mark was gone. Cynthia said he told her he was sick and he had called Mitch who was coming down to stay the rest of the night with her. I sat and had a drink then went home. Seeing that Mark was there, I quickly went upstairs, and slipping into a sexy little red nighty went to go into his room to make things up to him.

The door was locked.

I knocked once then again. Finally Mark opened the door and simply said;

"Good night Megan." 

With that he slammed the door in my face. I stood there in shock and after awhile climbed into my bed where I spent the night lying there awake and in tears. By the morning I told myself that Mark would get over it and everything would be okay. I was wrong. Mark went downstairs and when I followed got up from his breakfast, and walking out got into his car and left. The next four days were the worst I could remember. For the first time my brother was angry at me, and I didn't know what to do, I know I was wrong, but still what was so wrong with the time we were spending? Why did he need Krissy? What wasn't I giving him?

Every night I would knock on his door and hope he would open it. The best I got was a sarcastic;

"Sweet dreams my sister." Through the door.

The next night was the same routine, but this time I started sobbing and begged him to open the door and at least talk to me. To my surprise he did, but didn't let me in, he just stood in the doorway and told me that it wasn't just about Krissy, that I had lied to him and he thought we were different, that we were everything to each other and no one else mattered, and that the main thing was that we were supposed to want each other to be happy and who the hell was I to decide who he would be happy with.

I started crying telling him I was sorry and that I didn't mean to hurt him. I told him that I couldn't sleep, that I needed him, and could I please come into the room with him? After looking at me for a minute Mark stepped aside and told me to come in. He walked over to his bed and lied down facing the wall, I got in next to him and slipping my shirt off put my arm around him and was told;

"It's a big bed Megan stay on your side. You're here to sleep, after all if I want sex, I can just go to Cynthia right?"

I rolled over and curling up on the edge of the bed cried myself to sleep. In the morning Mark was gone. I couldn't spend another night like that so I went to Betty's where we smoked and had few beers, which was when a couple of guys showed up to party with her. Apparently it was just supposed to be one, but Betty called and told them she had a friend. I didn't want to stay, but Betty gave me the "come on you'll ruin it for me". I stayed, and even ended up making out with one of the guys. His hands started wandering, and I realized I couldn't do it, Betty had no such problems so she told me I'd have to go home.

I was drunk and knew it but I decided I would just go slow and I'd be fine. Two miles from home I took a corner too fast, and seeing a dog in the middle of the street panicked; I yanked the wheel and floored the gas and smashed my small Celica straight into a telephone pole. I hit my head pretty hard on the windshield, and as I sat there dazed the cops showed up and searching the car found a couple of roaches in the ash tray. My car was towed and I was arrested for drunk driving and possession of marijauna. After a trip to the emergency room to make sure I was okay, they brought me to the station where I called the house.

Mark answered and I begged him not to hang up. I told him what happened, and asked him to come get me. A half hour later Mark showed up, but they wouldn't let me out without posting bail, and Mark didn't have enough money. I would have to spend the night in jail. Mark went to the pay phone, and Dad showed up in fifteen minutes and although he posted the money was so mad he told me to ride home with Mark.

As I sat all the way over on my end of the front seat, Mark pulled away and taking a different street than dad would, pulled over and leaning over put his arms out to me. I practically jumped into them, and he asked if I was okay. I said I was just scared then told him I didn't give a shit about the car or Dad I just couldn't stand him being mad at me anymore.

Mark held me and told me he was still upset, but I was his sister and he loved me and he was worried about me. He didn't really answer the question the way I had hoped, but he was holding me and that's all that counted. When he got me home Mom instantly hugged me, and asked if I was okay. As we sat the tow truck brought my car home. The hood was crumpled, and both fenders smashed, it was too far gone to be driven like that.

The first thing Dad said was that he was not going to fix the car, I was on my own with it. He told me he was glad I was okay but past that he was disgusted beyond words and didn't know what the hell was wrong with me. He asked when I was going to admit I had a problem, and did I like scaring the shit out of my mother, and for that matter did I like disappointing her? Dad shook his head and pointed out that I didn't even look like I cared even now, sad fact was he was right. I mean of course I didn't want to hurt them but I wasn't doing it on purpose it was just an accident.

As was always the case Dad stormed off pissed, and mom simply gave me another hug and said we would talk tomorrow. Her last words to me that night was that she loved me and so did Dad, and for me to never forget that. For the first time in weeks I felt something other than that detachment and found myself in tears in my mother's arms. Mom held me silently just gently rubbing my back as I cried then told me to go upstairs and get some rest.

I went upstairs, and after glancing briefly at my brother's bedroom door sighed, and went into my room. I went into the bathroom and after taking a hot shower tossed on a nightshirt and climbing into bed cuddled up with Scooby and prepared to endure another lonely sleepless night. A few minutes later I heard my bathroom door open and as I lied there Mark slipped wordlessly into my bed, and putting his arm around my waist pulled me close to him.

I immediately rolled over, and burying my head in his chest, started crying again, telling him how sorry I was that I had hurt him. Gently grabbing my chin Mark lifted my head up to his, and after kissing me softly on the lips told me he loved me and that I had scared him tonight. I nodded and tried to apologize again for Krissy. Mark told me that although he was still hurt over it what was done was done, and what mattered now was that I needed my brother and that he would be there for me no matter what. Those words hurt me more than if he had yelled at me. Mark, Mom, Dad; I had disappointed and hurt all of them yet they kept loving me. I didn't deserve it I started to tell Mark that, but he hushed me with another kiss and put my head back into his chest.

For the first time in over a year Mark spent the night in my bed without us having sex. Just like when we were younger we simply lied there holding each other. I fell asleep and was woken by my brother's hands sliding under my night shirt, and gently caressing my nipples, I moaned softly;

"Oh little brother I need you so bad!"

"Then you have me my beautiful sister." Mark whispered in my ear as his right hand slid down and stroked my sorely neglected pussy.

I lifted my leg and draped it over his, allowing him to push his fingers inside and thumb my clit. We didn't speak, Mark simply buried his face in my neck kissing my creamy skin, and occasionally nibbling playfully at my ear. Propping his leg up under mine Mark replaced his fingers with his cock. I groaned as his amazingly hard cock entered my needy little pussy for the first time in almost a week; easily the longest we had gone since we had started a year ago.

I turned my head to the side so that we could kiss, while he slowly worked his cock in and out of my very grateful pussy in perfect timing with the slow circles his thumb was turning on my clit. Mark's other hand was busy playing with my nipple, but unlike the last few months when we had been rough he was going easy, taking his time, building me up slowly. When I tried to buck my hips back into him to get him to go faster Mark whispered in my ear;

"Easy sis, it's been awhile I want to enjoy."

I sighed happily and stopped moving my hips, in fact I wasn't moving anything, just lying there on my side letting my brother take his time, and loving him loving me. Even as I felt my orgasm building I resisted the urge to push him to go faster or even to talk dirty. I just closed my eyes, and let my body take its time responding to my brother's talented fingers and massive cock. To my surprise I heard Mark's breathing pick up in my ear, and realized he was also getting close to cumming.

Reaching down I grabbed his cock at the base, and started slowly jerking him off as he fucked me. Mark moaned in my ear, and he sped up slightly pushing his cock deeper into his big sister's more than willing pussy. I was getting closer to my own orgasm with each thrust, and smiled as Mark began making those little whimpering noises directly in my ear. As I felt my thighs tremble and the first waves of pleasure begin to flow through my body I whispered;

"There you go little brother; you cum with your big sister you let her have every bit of it!"

I leaned my head back, and let out a series of high pitched little yelps just as my pussy began convulsing around it, my brother's cock began squirting his hot cum, painting the inside of my pleasure wracked pussy. Even while cumming Mark didn't speed up, somehow controlling himself, he continued to pump his spurting cock into my throbbing pussy. Finally; sighing in unison Mark slid his cock out of me, and collapsed into the bed as I let myself slump into him.

"Oh Mark that was soooo nice." I told him then added; "And so much better than I deserve. I'm sorry I..."

"Never say you don't deserve to be treated right Megan." Mark said with a seriousness that surprised me. "You were treated badly for a long time and from now on the best is what you deserve." He added more softly; "What we both deserve."





Siblings with Benefits Ch. 20



Before I could reply, we jumped at a knock on the door.

"Megan you awake honey?" It was Mom.

Shit! I looked at the clock; it was 7:30 on Friday morning. Mark was supposed to be up but seeing as I was out of school, I hadn't been surfacing until after nine. I had never taken my night shirt off, and Mark quickly sliding his sweatpants on got up and tossed on a t-shirt, but rather than try to make it to the bathroom went and sat in the chair at my bureau. Getting his drift I got up and went over to the door and let Mom in.

Mom had entered, and looking at Mark had nodded and said she had thought she had heard us talking. Once again my brother had demonstrated his uncanny self preservation instincts, and had picked the right move. It would have looked funny if Mom had heard us and he had run out of the room. Mom asked Mark if he would leave us alone, and after he left Mom sat down and told me that she had been thinking it had been a long time since we had spent time together.

I shrugged and agreed. As I did I felt something on my upper thigh and realized that as I was sitting here talking to my mother, my brothers cum was oozing from my pussy. Many were the times something dirty like that would turn me on, but at the moment looking at the concern on Mom's face all I felt was guilty. Mom cut into my thoughts asking if I was paying attention, and after I apologized and said I was feeling a little out of it from the accident. She asked if she should come back later, and I told her no I could sleep later.

Mom then nodded, and told me that she had talked to Dad, and he was going to call Uncle Ray this morning and ask if we could use the cabin that he owned in Vermont for a few days. If he agreed, which she was sure he would, especially after his wife had been such a bitch a few months ago, then we were going to leave tomorrow and drive up there for a week of "girl time" as she put it. 

I didn't want to go! After a week of ignoring me, my brother had come to my bed and said everything was going to be okay, I didn't want to leave him for a week! Searching for an excuse I mentioned work, and Mom told me she would call my boss, who in addition to being one of my Vinnie's regulars, was also the father of one of the other cheerleaders from high school and mom knew quite well. She was going to tell him that there was a family emergency, and I needed the week out. I started to try to come up with something else, but Mom looked at me and simply said that we were going, we needed to talk and she didn't want to be rushed or interrupted.

I put my head down and told her okay. Mom had smiled, and told me that it wouldn't be so bad that she wasn't taking me as a punishment, but that her and her mom had done trips like this, and she had always wanted to take me on one. Mom's mother had died young at 55 two years before I came to live with them, I had always wished I could have met her. Mom also told me that she had a surprise for me, and wanted it to be just the two of us when she gave it to me. What could I say? By rights the woman should be ready to kick me out and she wanted to spend time with me.

I went to work and my boss told me Mom had already called him, and it was fine for me to take the time, and he hoped everything would be okay. He then asked me what happened to my head and I lied and said I fell in the basement. That night as bad as I wanted to go to Mitch's I behaved and stayed home. Mark didn't get home until two but came into my room and once again took very good care of his big sister. I have to say lying there in his arms I felt guilty about what I had done to him with Krissy. Then again, if I hadn't I wouldn't be lying here with him, and he really didn't seem unhappy as he cuddled into his big sister, and told me sweet dreams before he went to sleep.

The trip had been a good one. Mom was one of those people that you could talk to about anything. She never lost her temper, nor did she judge, unlike my father who thought of everything in black and white, Mom seemed to understand that a lot of things were grey. Of course mostly what we talked about was me and how I was feeling and what was going on with me. I wasn't really sure and told her that. I knew I had it good and should be happy but lately just seemed sad. I told Mom I really didn't see anything wrong with drinking especially since I had turned twenty one, and although I admitted I had gotten a little carried away a couple of times didn't think it was an actual problem.

Mom disagreed of course, pointing out that I would have never gotten mixed up with Jack if I hadn't been. I also wouldn't have lost my job, got kicked out of school, or wrecked my car. At that point Mom stopped lecturing and changing gears talked about guys and love. I felt a little better about this topic as it didn't involve me changing anything. I explained to her about how I wasn't comfortable and it was getting worse. 

Mom surprised me by saying I just kept looking at it from the sex point of view and not the emotions. I was caught up in "cute" or "Hot" and wanted to have fun but I obviously wasn't built that way, what I needed was someone who would love me and treat me right. That when I found that special someone, who wanted to be good to me, than I would be able to be good to him in every way as well. I asked Mom how I would know? 

Mom then really surprised me by telling me she'd been with a few guys before Dad, and that she'd had her share of both fun and screw ups. She said she knew Dad was the one when it came to sleeping with him. At that point I put my hand up and said that we really didn't need to get into all that, I'd take her word for it. Mom rolled her eyes and said she meant literally sleeping with someone. That when it was the right one, you fell into each other as if you were a perfect fit, and that it felt like you'd always been there, and always belonged there.

As she explained this I started thinking about my brother and I. What Mom was saying really did describe us. Mark was the only man that I could sleep with, and as much as he cared for Krissy Mark had told me several times that there were times he couldn't sleep next to her, that he still felt uncomfortable and uneasy, and that I was the only one he felt completely right with. As I thought about this Mom had asked me if I had ever slept with anyone that had made me feel that way.

I have to say I give Mom credit for being able to say it like that. Except for Jack I had never snuck guys around behind my parents and Mom accepted the fact that I'd slept with a few. At this point I'd only been with five, and that included Mark. I had been uncomfortable with all of them both during sex and afterwards. But as I thought about it something odd happened; I found myself wanting to tell my mother about Mark. 

I knew it was crazy, there was no way in hell I could tell her we were having sex especially after I'd lied through my teeth after the hotel, and she had said she trusted me. Despite that, as I looked at Mom I felt like I wanted to, even to the point that I considered saying that Mark and I had never had sex, but that I felt drawn to him and was pretty sure he felt the same way. In my head I found myself trying to justify it; we had been separated for ten years, we understood each other in ways no one else could, that Mark made me feel special, even that comment he had made about me deserving the best. 

Mom asked me where I was, and with a smile I told her I was just thinking of how nice it would be to meet that person. Mom smiled and then turning serious told me that I would never meet that person the way I was going. If mom had surprised me before she absolutely shocked me with her next statement. Looking me straight in the eye Mom said that guys wanted to fuck the party girls, but were only good to the good girls. Then, without realizing it, Mom twisted the knife by saying it was why she was so disappointed Mark had screwed up with Krissy. Krissy was a sweet girl would had been very good to him, and now Mom worried Mark would fall in with the type she didn't want to see me become.

The week went by surprisingly quick, and Mom didn't beat a dead horse, we did talk about me a few times, but they were short conversations and in the end I found myself wanting to do better by her, and promised I would stay away from pot and drinking, and even cut down on my time with Betty, whom Mom blamed a lot of this on. Even as I said it however I wasn't sure I could make good on it. As every night I went to bed all I wanted was a drink. Either that or my brother's arms around me, or better still both. 

The cabin had a phone, however the rule was we weren't to use it all the time, and Mom told Dad not to call and harass her. On Tuesday we called and I was disappointed to find out Mark was out. I found myself instantly wondering where? He didn't work Tuesdays, but then Dad had mentioned he had started taking Tai Kwon Do because his black belt in Kenpo wasn't enough apparently. On Thursday however Mark was home and I got a chance to talk to him.

We made small talk for a couple of minutes, and I felt a little nervous. Mark had never completely forgiven me, and I was worried that the time alone would get him stewing over Krissy again. Mark made me feel better however when he said quietly;

"I miss you in my bed my beautiful sister."

Mark had said it in Latin, and I found out why as after he said goodbye; Dad, who must have been standing there came on the line and told me he missed me and hoped I was having a good time. My father and I hadn't been civil in days so that made me feel good although nowhere near as much as Mark's comment had. My little brother still wanted to be with me! I turned the phone over to Mom and sat on the couch as she talked to my father. I caught myself trying to listen and smiled when I heard Mom tell Dad that she missed him, and that he should plan on sleeping in on Sunday. Good for them.

The next day Mom gave me the surprise that she had mentioned, and to be honest I had forgotten about. We were sitting on the porch after breakfast and Mom had presented me with a small jewelry box. When I opened it I saw that it was the silver heart shaped locket that I always remembered her wearing when I was younger. The locket had contained a picture of my mother as a young girl with her mother. As I opened it I felt my eyes well up, as the locket now featured a picture of me at eleven in a pretty red dress sitting on Mom's lap her arms were around me, and we were both smiling. 

I remembered that day vividly; it was the day my adoption became official. I looked up at Mom and tried to tell her that this was hers, and that I had been such a bad daughter lately that I didn't deserve it. Mom told me not to be ridiculous, and that her mother had given it to her when she turned twenty one, and she had been looking forward to giving it to me and seeing me wearing it. Taking it from me Mom held it out and I turned and pulling my hair to the side let her put it on. I turned back and hugging her promised her once again that I would do better except this time I meant it. How could I hurt this woman who had and still did so much for me?

Giving up on sleep I opened my eyes, and as I had done many times since yesterday reached up and put my hand over the locket. I had one picture of my real mother Julia, and sometimes wondered why I kept it. I hadn't seen her since that day in the social workers office and although it was explained to me when I was older by Mom, that she had done what was best for my brother and me, there was no way I could feel anything but anger towards her. No the woman in this locket was my mother and I needed to stop hurting her.

Six hours later I felt a thrill go through me, as I saw the now entering Rhode Island sign on 95 that signaled that we were only minutes from home. I looked over at Mom, and smiling thanked her for spending the week with me, and that I felt much better. Mom reached across the seat and taking my hand thanked me for coming, that she had always looked forward to having a daughter to do this with. My smile wavered a little as I once again felt that nagging sense of guilt about lying to her, and about all the things she didn't know about.

We pulled up in front of the house and Dad was waiting on the porch for us. By the time we got out of the car he had come down the stairs, and to my surprise came over and hugged me before Mom. Holding me tightly Dad whispered in my ear that he loved me and that he was sorry he had been so hard on me it was just because he cared. I let myself relax into him enjoying the first real hug I'd gotten from him in weeks and telling him I loved him to. I stepped back and smiled as he gave Mom a huge hug and kiss and then asked where Mark was.

Dad turned, and shaking his head told me he was in the backyard and had probably had lost track of time. Dad told me to go see him, and that he would get the bags. I was just getting ready to go into the backyard when Dad caught my arm, and told me to make sure that I told Mark thank you because he had worked his ass off this week. I nodded unsure of what he was talking about and followed the brick path that led behind the house. 

As I opened the gate I heard banging and Mark swearing, I shook my head figuring he must be fighting with his car again. I entered the back yard and saw Mark bent over the front of my car where he appeared to be pushing something into place. I heard a pop and standing up Mark stepped back.

"Oh my god!" I cried out.

My car was fixed. The crumpled hood had been flattened and the ruined left fender was back on , and even the cracked windshield had been replaced. There were still a couple of pieces missing around the headlights but they were mounted and the completely destroyed right fender had been replaced by a new one. The red didn't quite match but it was close. Mark turned when I had shouted and smiled tiredly at me.

"Guess I finished just in time."

I ran over and threw myself into his arms. Mark caught me around the waist and lifting me off my feet crushed me to him.

"I missed you!" 

We had both said it at the same time then both laughed. We stayed there for a couple of minutes, Mark was dirty, and smelled like oil, but I couldn't care less it just felt good to be in his arms again. Mark put me down and pulling away looked at the car and shrugged saying it wasn't perfect but a little paint would help. I thanked him and hugged him again, as with Mom I felt that twinge of guilt. I had cost Mark a chance to be back with the girl he loved, and he had responded by spending all week fixing the car I had wrecked by being stupid.

The four of us went out to lunch, and when we came back I was disappointed to find out that Mark had to work tonight. I asked him if he could get out of it, but he shook his head and said that he needed the money plus Mitch wasn't around, and he couldn't leave Cynthia alone on a weekend night. I pouted a little bit but knew he had to go and there was no way I would go hang out with him tonight, after spending a week telling Mom I would do better.

The night dragged as I watched the clock waiting for Mark to get home. Usually on a Saturday it wouldn't be until one am. Well it's not like I had been sleeping or anything. Around eleven I drew a hot bath and soaked in it. As I lied in the soapy water I started thinking of what my brother had in store for me. Not only was it his night but he had been angry at me for awhile. Picturing Mark tying me down, and forcing his huge cock into my tight little pussy from every angle ,I let my hand wander under the water and started stroking my clit. I came hard to the image me on my knees hands behind my back and Mark driving his cock in to the hilt all the while spanking my ass beet red.

The orgasm must have put me out as I suddenly awoke still in the tub, with the clock saying twelve forty five. I hopped out, and after quickly drying off went into my room where I put on Mark's favorite shade of red lipstick and the simple short black silk robe that he loved. I then went into my brother's room and after lighting his candles sat on his bed, head down, demurely awaiting my punishment. 

Mark came in a few minutes after one, and as he closed and locked his door smiled down at me.

"You look good on my bed sis."

I looked up and pouted at him.

"I'm sorry I upset you sir."

I pushed my pout out further ,and batting my eyes added;

"I'm here for you to punish me as you see fit."

Mark looked at me as if he were thinking. That was enough to start getting me wet on the spot; if he had to think about it, then damn straight it would be something really hardcore. Mark stripped his shirt off, and I felt myself getting wetter as I took in his powerful chest and shoulders as well as that amazing tattoo. After kicking his boots off he told me;

"Stand up and take off the robe."

"Yes sir." I whispered and did as he said.

"Show me." 

Putting my hands up over my head I slowly turned in a circle for him showing off my long legs, tight ass, and small but perfectly shaped tits. I finished and taking a chance it was what he wanted walked up to him and dropping to my knees unzipped his jeans and pulled them down.

"Good girl." Mark said quietly as he stepped out of them.

"Thank you sir."

I pulled his boxers down next, and it was everything I could do not to open wide and take that huge beautiful prick into my mouth.

"May I please sir?" I looked up at him, and using my best little girl voice continued; "Can this bad little girl make it up to you?"

"You can try." Mark told me.

"Oh thank you!" 

I immediately placed my mouth over the head of his cock, and in one smooth motion took him all the way down. I moaned in pleasure at the way his enormous dick completely filled my mouth and throat. Mark moaned softly, and I was sure he had been thinking of this all week as well. I shook my head back and forth while swirling my tongue around the base of his cock before slowly pulling my head up. After removing his cock from my mouth I held it up while I dipped my head down and started tonguing his balls.

As I licked his balls I pumped his cock rapidly with my right hand jerking him off hard. Mark groaned again, and still using my hand I once again swallowed his cock and started bobbing my head rapidly up and down. My brother's thighs were already starting to tremble, and I was fine with that. I would suck him off nice and quick, swallow every drop he'd give me to take the edge off, then lie back and let him have his way with me. Mark reached down and grabbed the sides of my face. I prepared myself for him to hold my head still and start fucking my face, but instead he pulled my mouth from him and then grabbing my shoulders lifted me to my feet to face him.

"Like you deserve to taste it." He told me.

"I'm sorry sir I... ow!!!" I cried out as Mark spun me around, and grabbing my right wrist bent my arm up behind my back in a submission hold. I groaned at the pain in my shoulder as he pushed me over to his bed. When we reached it, he let go of my arm and pushed me onto the bed grabbing my hips, he half lifted half tossed me up so I was laying full length on my stomach. Crawling up over me Mark grabbed a fistful of my hair hard enough to make me wince.

Lifting my head up Mark hissed in my ear;

"You were a very bad girl weren't you Megan?"

"Yes sir."

"You betrayed me didn't you?"

"Yes." I gasped as he pulled harder on my hair.

"You're a lying fucking whore Megan, and you're going to be punished for it aren't you?"

"Whatever you see fit master." I whispered as both my eyes and pussy began to water.

"Well for starters for the next two weeks every night is my night, you don't have the right to control me do you?"

"No sir."




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 20



"Yeah that's right." He whispered directly in my ear. "You will be sorry Megan yes you will." 

He paused then leaning his head in kissed me softly on the cheek and said;

"Starting tomorrow."

"What?" I asked, then giggled as Mark nuzzled into me and playfully licked my earlobe.

"I'll punish you another time." He said, and sliding down began to plant soft little kisses between my shoulder blades.

"But tonight," He continued. "I just want to enjoy my beautiful sister's body, and show her how much I missed her."

"Mmmmm that feels so nice Mark." I told him as he kissed his way down my back.

Reaching the small of my back, Mark kissed each of the cheeks of my ass getting another giggle out of me, then started working his way down the back of my right leg. As he kissed the right Mark's hand trailed down the back of my left gently caressing the soft skin, and keeping pace with his lips. I sighed into the bed as my brother, who had every right not to even want me in his bed, worshipped my body. Mark got to the bottom and after playfully licking the bottom of my foot slid back up onto the bed asked me to roll over.

I rolled over onto my back, and put my arms up over my head lifting my tits up to their best angle and moaned as Mark's fingers quickly found my left nipple. Mark was lying on his side propped up on his right elbow while his left hand fondled my tits, then slid down and gently brushed his fingers across my soft stomach. I laughed softly as it tickled, but felt amazing at the same time. I looked over at Mark and smiled. My brother wasn't looking at my face he was staring at my body with a little smile on his face as he slowly worked his hand across my thighs and back up across my stomach.

I lied there continuing to watch his face as his hand wandered, and thoroughly enjoyed my flesh. He hadn't gone near my pussy yet but I was fine with that. I was just lying there enjoying the way he looked at me. Finally he said quietly;

"Your skin looks beautiful in the candlelight."

I sighed, and looking over saw that he was looking at my face now. I smiled and told him;

"Mark you make me feel beautiful."

"You are Megan." 

Leaning over Mark kissed me. It was a nice long soft one that I returned just as softly. As we kissed Mark's hand came up and gently caressed the side of my face. I reached up and put my hand behind his head playing with his hair, and holding his lips to mine. I had meant what I said, my brother made me feel attractive and sexy. It's not that I didn't think I was attractive I mean I get more than my share of looks from guys, but Mom was right, that was about sex. 

Mark was different, obviously he loved having sex with me, but he made me feel beautiful in every way. I felt wanted when I was with my brother. As we continued the long slow passionate kiss I found myself feeling the way I had that Saturday morning when we had been staring into each other's eyes. I broke the kiss long enough to roll over onto my own side so that we were facing each other, and wrapping my arms around him pulled his lips back to mine.

For what seemed like an eternity we stayed that way; just kissing caressing and enjoying each other. My pussy was dripping, and I badly wanted my brother inside, but I knew we would get there. Right now I was just amazed at how well we fit together and how perfectly we knew each other's body. Finally Mark pushed me gently onto my back again, and after kissing my neck bent his head down to my left nipple. As he did his hand trailed down to my thighs which I was more than happy to open for him. 

"Oh right there little brother!" I whispered as his fingers found their way into my sopping wet pussy.

Mark started slowly pumping his fingers in and out, as his tongue went from one nipple to the next. I reached down and grabbing his cock squeezed hard. Mark groaned, as did I when I felt some of his pre cum drip onto my side. I started slowly pumping his cock as Mark's fingers continued to work my pussy. Rolling over on top of me Mark kissed me then started making his way down, his lips finding and lingering on each nipple before trailing down my stomach and ending between my legs.

"Oh have I waited for this!" I exclaimed as I lifted my legs draping them over Mark's shoulders.

"Not just you." Mark said, then plunged his tongue straight into my steaming slit.

I let out a satisfied groan as I let my head fall back into the pillow. I closed my eyes and alternately whimpered and moaned, as Mark's tongue played my pussy like an instrument; first teasing gently, then sucking hard until I was right in the edge, and then teasing me back down again. Part of me wanted to cum but another part never wanted this to end. I looked down at my beautiful little brother, as he lay between my legs his tongue flicking across his big sister's swollen clit as his hands lightly caressed my nipples.

As I looked across his muscular back with the huge Baphomet tattoo I thought I wasn't the only one who looked good in the candle light. I reached down and pushed his left hand away from my nipple replacing it with my own. Taking my hint Mark slid his hand down and shoved two fingers into my pussy.

"Oh yeah that's it little brother work your sister's pussy!" I told him.

I started to slowly rock my hips back and forth in his face. For the first time I could remember I wasn't in a hurry to cum, and was trying to hold back, but at this point Mark had been down there for awhile, and it was a losing battle. Sensing I was getting there Mark started sucking my clit in and out of his mouth faster as his fingers pinched my nipple harder than he had before. My thighs started to shake, and turning my head I arched my back, shoving my pussy into Mark's face, and started moaning loudly into the pillow as my brother's soft tongue brought me to orgasm.

Mark continued to suck softly on my clit as my hips bucked, and I let out a long loud whimper as the orgasm flowed through me. Like the build up the orgasm took its time flowing through me so slowly it was almost a tease in itself. Finally the last of it hit me hard, crashing through me suddenly, and causing me to cry out in surprise and clamp my thighs around my brother's head. I slumped back panting.

"Damn I came hard!" I gasped out.

"Who you telling?" Mark asked as he slid up between my legs to position himself over me.

I looked up and could see his face glistening from my pussy.

"Oh, bring that down here." I told him.

Mark leaned over and kissed me, as his tongue entered my mouth his thick cock entered my pussy in one long smooth thrust. I moaned into his mouth as for the first time in a week my pussy got what it had so desperately needed; my brothers cock. Mark slid his arms under me, and started pumping in and out in nice long slow thrusts. I started kissing his neck enjoying the soft moans he was making in my ear with every pump.

"Did you miss your sister's pussy little brother?" 

"I missed all of you." He answered as he kissed me again.

Mark pushed up, and sitting back on his knees grabbed my ankles and placed my feet up on his shoulders. I pushed my hips up off the bed allowing his cock to drive even deeper into my pussy. I looked down between my legs and groaned at the sight of the full length of my brother's glistening cock slide in and out of my pussy.

"Bring it up here." I told him.

Smiling Mark pulled his cock from my pussy, and sliding up on the bed straddled my shoulders with his thighs and shoved his cock into my waiting mouth. I lied still and let him pump his cock in and out of my mouth. I reached up and ran my nails down his chest and hard flat stomach moaning the entire time. Oh look at you I told myself, look at you lying there tasting your pussy off you little brother's cock! Letting him face fuck you oh you nasty girl.

Grabbing his hips, I urged Mark to fuck my mouth faster and harder. He did, pushing himself in all the way to the base of his shaft. I moaned my approval as he continued to do it. I would have been perfectly happy to have him cum this way, but apparently it was my pussy my little brother really wanted, as for the second tome tonight he pulled out of my mouth.

"Roll over." He said simply.

"Yes sir!" I laughed and rolling onto my stomach, eagerly pushed my ass into the air to receive my brother's cock. I didn't have long to wait; grabbing my hips Mark slammed his big prick deep inside of his favorite pussy. 

"Oh fuck yeah! That's what I need little brother just like that!"

It must have been what my brother needed as well, as still holding my hips Mark reared back and started fucking the shit out of his big sister's pussy. There was nothing slow and easy at this point, just long hard thrusts that were forcing me to bury my face in the pillow so my loud squeals wouldn't be heard through the entire house.

"Oh yeah you fuck that pussy Mark! Whose pussy is it?"

"It's my pussy." Mark replied in between his own moans, as he continued to slam the shit out of me.

"Yeah? Your sister's pussy belongs to you?"

"Yes she gives it to me all the time."

"Oh yeah she does, because that's my cock isn't it?"

"All yours sis all yours." Mark groaned out.

All mine! Damn whether he meant it or not that sounded so fucking good!

"Then claim your sister's pussy Mark, make it yours give me every fucking drop!"

Mark lifted my hips up higher, and angling his hips started pushing his cock even deeper inside of me. It was all I could do not to wail like a banshee, as he tore into me like he never had it before. Fortunately for my poor little pussy, even Mark couldn't hold back long at that pace, and after several more vicious pumps he let out a soft whimper,r and with the next thrust I felt a huge hot spurt of cum land deep inside of my pussy.

"Oh yeah baby! Just like that! All of it! I want it all!"

Mark gave me several more hard pumps each ending in another squirt of his hot sticky cum that my greedy little pussy sucked right up.

"Goddamn I missed you!" Mark said as he all but fell onto the bed next to me.

I lay there on my stomach completely spent, better than that, after a week with little sleep I could already feel it creeping up on me. All I needed now was to curl up in Mark's arms and all would be well. I put my head up to see Mark was on his side facing me. I rolled over so I was looking at him and slid closer. Mark smiled and kissed the top of my head.

"Glad your back sis." He paused and asked. "You have a good trip?"

"I did."

"Feeling better?" 

I shrugged.

"I guess I just don't know what's wrong sometimes Mark it's like I'm missing something."

"I know the feeling." Mark said quietly.

"You do?" I asked.

"Why do you think I don't stop sis?" 

"What do you mean?"

"If I stay still I get antsy. I feel weird sometimes, empty like you said, but mostly just pissed and I don't know what at anymore, I mean things are great here." He sighed.

"I work out two hours a day go to school, work, go to karate, and we fuck like animals but sometimes I still feel wired." He shrugged;

"Oh well at least I get a lot done in the meantime."

"Yeah well all I do is drink I guess." I told him. "That makes it stop." I laughed "I don't really get anything done though I just get in trouble."

"Yeah well we'll work on that." Mark told me. "You just tell me what you need."

"I need you little brother." I told him.

It had come out before I could think about it. I looked at Mark to see how he would take it. Mark was looking at me with his eyes narrowed, as if he were trying to figure it out. Once again I had that feeling something was going on and neither of us wanted to say anything. Finally seeing my opportunity I once again told my brother;

"Mark I am so sorry about Krissy I really am I..."

"Megan forget it."

"No Mark it wasn't right but..." I trailed off unsure if I should say it.

"But what Meg?"

"Well I mean Krissy was so serious when she did it Mark, she called you an animal swore at you then she ignored you for weeks and in the meantime," I put my head down and spoke softly;

"We were together every night and I loved it Mark I really did. I love being with you. I went to just go through the motions because you asked, and she started talking about getting back with you, and I... well I got scared."

"Scared of what sis?" Mark asked as he put his arm around me.

"That I'd be back to being number two, that you'd spend all your time with her and I... I ...need you Mark! I really do. I know I sound pathetic, but I'm lonely Mark and no one else makes me feel okay and I ..." 

I stopped as not only was I starting to cry, but I felt like an idiot. Mark lifted my chin to look at him.

"Hey," He began quietly. "If you needed me sis then all you had to do was say it. I'm always here for you."

"Yeah but were not supposed to be for all the time Mark. I was the one that said that, and it's true."

"So?" He asked. "We've been fooling around for over a year, were not going to get caught, well not again anyways."

"It's not just that Mark, it's if we're together all the time then we won't meet anyone. I don't know if I even want to, but there's so many girls who want you and you could be having so much fun."

"Yeah cause I'm going without over here." He said smiling. "Hell Megan you're the sexiest girl I know."

"You're just saying that." I told him, then sighed. "But really Mark I was being selfish I need you but I know I can't always and I..."

"Who says you can't always have me?" Mark asked me.

I felt my heart kick up a bit. Was he saying we could be? Could be what? I asked myself,f there is no way that would work I knew it when we started and I knew it now.

"Well Mark it's not like we could well you know go out or be like a couple or..."

Mark silenced me with his finger on my lips.

"Megan, whatever we are or aren't doesn't matter. What matters is if you need to be with me then I'm here." He removed his finger, and kissed me gently before continuing;

"Besides Megan first off as far as rules? We wouldn't be here if we followed them and second of all," He smiled. "It's not so bad being in bed with my beautiful sister every night."

"Really?" I asked feeling like a little kid.

"Megan," Mark said looking me in the eye. "I love being with you. I loved Krissy, but it's over and things happen the way they're supposed to. Losing Krissy hurt Megan, even before you got involved it hurt and I didn't like it." His eyes hardened a little as he continued;

"I won't go through it again. If I end up with Cynthia at some point ,or one of the sluts at the bar it'll be just to fuck them, no more love just fun." He smiled at me. "I don't have to look any further than my own sister to feel loved." He kissed me again.

"I really don't mind being here sis I don't. So let's just go to sleep, we don't have to wonder what we are we just have to enjoy and take care of each other. Now roll over so I can hold you and you can get some sleep."

I wanted to say more but why complicate things. Mark had given his answer; he would stay with me as long as I needed him to. As I rolled over on my side and pushed myself up against his back I wondered what if I always needed him? Mark put his arm around my waist and kissed my neck. I closed my eyes and sighed contentedly. I could already feel myself being pulled down into the welcome arms of sleep. My last thought was what Mom had said about how she knew Dad was the one; because of how they fit together. I thought of my Broken painting. Mark and I fit together just fine.



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 21



Note from the author;

Just want to take a minute to thank all of you for the great votes and many comments I received on Siblings with Benefits Samhain. I put a lot of work into it and it was great to see it well received. It was also great to get out the character Abigail Lefay there will be a lot more of her coming after SWB is complete. As always Thank you for reading Lovecraft68



Where the hell was she? I thought as I glanced at my watch for the third time in the last ten minutes. It was three thirty, and Sheila had said she would be here by three fifteen at the latest. I stood up from the stool I was sitting on and began to pace the back and forth behind the counter. I had been at Sears since ten and was supposed to be working until seven, but if I did that I would miss my brother again. In the last month, between calling out, and showing up late I was on thin ice, and was told I couldn't leave early unless I could get Sheila, the other girl trained to run cosmetics to come in and cover for me.

I had called Sheila at one and she initially told me no, that it was her day off. I had then begged her to the point I was in tears over the phone telling her that I really needed to get home early. After a couple of minutes Sheila sighed and said she'd come in, but couldn't get there until a little after three. I stopped pacing and started lining up the tubes of lipstick on top of the counter. I had done this twice already but was wired for sound and had to do something. As I rearranged the tubes I glanced up and caught my reflection in the mirror.

I looked like hell. Despite my best efforts to conceal them there were large dark circles under my eyes, and my eyes themselves were so red that Dad had accused me of being stoned two days in a row when I came home. Mom stuck up for me saying she knew I was just having a hard time sleeping but Dad believed the worst these days, and I guess I didn't blame him. For once he was wrong however, I had managed to stay away from pot for the last three weeks but drinking, well that was another story. I shook my head trying not to dwell on that, and taking a minute to look through my purse removed a tube of Visine and put some in my eyes.

It didn't help that the mall was dead on a Tuesday afternoon. At least if there were customers I would be able to stop dwelling on the fact that I was losing everything, including my brother. Finishing with the lipsticks I sat back on the stool, and putting my elbow on the counter rested my chin in my hand and started tapping my foot nervously as I considered the last couple of weeks. After my trip with Mom I had done better for a few days, only drinking if I went to Mitch's when Mark was working. My reasoning there was that Mark never let me get in trouble. Even if I had too much my little brother always got me home and took good care of me.

The problem was now that Mark had started working more and more, and most of his nights were now spent working the door at Baby Head rather than at Mitch's. I still hung out at Mitch's because I knew a lot of the crowd and Mitch himself liked me, but without Mark there the sky was the limit; I drank until I was broke, and then spent the rest of the night flirting with the bikers to get them to buy me drinks. Once they realized all I was after was a free drink they stopped buying, and I had started coming up with ways to get them to buy anyways.

I would now dance with some of them, grinding my ass against them, and letting them get a couple of cheap feels. That worked out okay until a couple of nights ago when I had gotten so shitfaced that in order to get another shot I flashed one of the guys my tits. At that point Cynthia had called my brother at the club, and told him what was going on. Mark had showed up in a half hour, and just in time too, as the guy and his friends were nice enough to let me sit with them, and had kept buying. The guy I had flashed had asked me to sit on his lap, which I was more than happy to do. Then, as his hand started sliding up my thigh he told me that he felt it was time I gave a little more than a show for all the money he had spent.

Mark had come over and told me to get my ass moving, we were going home. The guy made the mistake of telling my brother that I was his "bitch" for the night. Mark gave him a backhand slap that had knocked him off the chair and told him if he ever saw him within ten feet of me he would snap his neck. Without waiting for an answer Mark grabbed me by the arm and dragged me outside where he asked me what the hell was wrong with me? I tried to tell him I was only playing but apparently Cynthia had told him I had flashed the guy and been out of control. Finally, as I was prone to do these days, I broke down in tears and told Mark I was sorry, I was just trying to have fun. 

Mark went back into the bar and told Cynthia and Mitch, who had just come in from running an errand, that I wasn't allowed in there anymore unless he was there. Of course I was totally humiliated; even more so when the next time I went in there, when Mark was working, the same guys were there, and every time I looked over they were looking at me and laughing. My brother was going to start up with them but Mitch told him if that was going to be the case then I couldn't come in at all so Mark let it go. 

Now that I couldn't go to Mitch's all the time I started going to different bars with Betty and was getting to the point that there were mornings that I couldn't get up for work, which was pretty bad when you weren't due in until eleven. A little over a month ago I got arrested again, well actually Betty did for driving drunk, but I was in the car with her, and was also drunk so got taken in and told that if I could get someone to come get me I could go home. I was so far gone that I forgot it was Saturday and Mark was working and called home. 

Dad answered, and I ended up telling him where I was. Dad told me to spend the night and hung up. A half hour later Mom showed up and got me. This time Mom wasn't playing, since she didn't work she told me she was going to drive me to and from work and I was not allowed out of the house otherwise unless I was with her, Dad or Mark. So the good news was for the last two weeks was that I had only had a couple of drinks when I went out with Mark and bullied him into to giving them to me. The bad news however was that I had barely slept during that time and was a nervous wreck.

I also discovered I couldn't paint anymore. I would have plenty of ideas but stare at the canvas and be able to do nothing, or paint something so shitty I would throw it out. Mom had told me that she was only going to do this to me for a month, so as of last week at least I could drive and go out again. Of course Mom was thinking a month sober would give me the ability to stay that way. In reality all I had been doing was counting the days and in the meantime getting it from Mark.

Don't get me wrong, Mark tried to hold out as well but when he refused to buy me a drink the last time we went out I shut him off. Three nights in a row I threw him out of my bedroom and on the fourth I teased the shit out of him, then told him I would leave him tied up and horny if he didn't promise to go get me something that night. Mark left and came back twenty minutes later with a small bottle of brandy. I did a couple of shots then showed my appreciation by getting on my knees and sucking Mark off, then after letting him lick my pussy fucked the shit out of him and let him sleep with me.

I sighed and glancing at my watch again shook my head. If Shelia wasn't here by four I would just leave, fuck the job. I needed to sleep, at least for a couple of hours, and the only way I could do that would be to lie down with Mark before he went to work. These days Mark got home from school around three, slept until about seven then left for work and ...

At that thought I closed my eyes and felt those seemingly ever present tears start up again. I was losing my brother. I didn't know to who or what, but he was never around anymore and I needed him more than ever. Starting about three weeks ago Mark had begun working every night. Or at least he said he was, as there was obviously something else going on. Mark used to come home from Mitch's by one, and Baby Head by two, but lately there were nights he wasn't showing up until three or four and occasionally not coming home at all.

Mark claimed he was working on "something", some sort of surprise that he didn't want to tell me about. As far as I knew my brother had never lied to me, but of course I found myself thinking there was someone else and he didn't want to tell me. Last week I had told him that and he had rolled his eyes and told me there was no one. I then demanded to know what he was doing, and he shook his head and said he wouldn't tell, that I should trust him.

I even went so far as to go to Mitch's and ask Cynthia if the two of them were hooking up. Cynthia laughed and said no but she was still trying. If Mark was fucking someone no one knew who it was, but what the hell else would he be doing after two in the morning? I mean I don't know why he would want anyone else, after all I gave him anything he wanted whenever he wanted it. Maybe he was finally sick of me and my issues, maybe he had found someone hotter who wasn't a basket case. All I knew was that for the last couple of months we had been spending every night together, now some nights I didn't even see him. 

Because of my behavior Mom had sometimes been coming upstairs in the middle of the night and checking on me. If my door was locked she would knock until I answered or go through Mark's side and come through the bathroom, because of this I couldn't wait for Mark in his bed so I would just lie there and listen for him.

Sometimes I would hear him and go into his bed. Whatever the hell he was doing he was exhausted, and a couple of nights he would just hold me as he fell asleep. Although I always wanted him that was okay, as at least I slept for awhile. Some nights however he would simply flop on the couch downstairs or I would just happen to fall asleep when he came in and he would stay in his own bed. Other nights he just didn't come home. One night I heard Dad ask him who the new girl was and Mark had told him it was someone from school. I had instantly confronted him, in tears of course, and told him he had lied to me, and why wouldn't he admit there was another girl? I had told him I wouldn't care as long as he still had time for me.

Mark had told me he had lied to Dad. It was easier for him to think he was getting laid then doing something else. Mark also pointed out that if Dad thought he had a girl then it wouldn't look as funny as him not having one since Krissy. I told him I believed him but I just couldn't figure out what he was doing. I did notice he had a lot of cuts on his hands and hoped he wasn't getting into some type of crazy fight club that some of the other bouncers supposedly knew about.

All I knew right now however was that I desperately needed some time with my brother and was willing to lose my job over it. Two nights in a row I had missed him. One, he had come in and had left me alone, simply going into his own bed and last night he hadn't come home at all. In the last three nights I don't think I had gotten five hours sleep combined and between that and two weeks without a drink I was a nervous wreck.

"Hey beautiful ready for a coffee?"

I looked up to see Tommy standing there with a Dunkin Donuts coffee. I gave him a tired smile and shook my head. I have to give him credit, he was persistent. Since that night I met him at Mitch's he had come by to see me there a couple of times, asking me out each time. I turned him down both times saying I wasn't really interested in anything right now. A couple of weeks later he had been in Sears with his mother and saw me working, since then he had brought me either a coffee or lunch at least twice a week.

Last week, between feeling bad for him and being lonely without Mark around I agreed to go out with him. Taking a chance and lied to Mom telling her I wanted to go out with Lisa. Mom was thrilled as I hadn't hung out with her in a long time and Lisa backed me up by showing up to "pick" me up. Tommy got me at her house and we went out to dinner and a movie. I have to say I did have a good time; Tommy was extremely laid back, and was the type that was really easy to talk to. I also noticed he wasn't pushy. He held my hand during the movie which I thought was really sweet and gave me a kiss good night as he dropped me off back at Lisa's. 

Looking at him I wondered once again what was wrong with me. Tommy was good looking, went to school, his family had money and more importantly he seemed to genuinely like me, yet I had no interest whatsoever. Was it because I was that sure my issues would get in the way or was I still holding out for some type of "relationship" with my brother?

"Boy I guess you do need this coffee." Tommy said.

"I'm sorry." I said laughing nervously."I'm just not feeling too hot today, in fact I should be leaving any minute."

Tommy put the coffee on the counter and after looking at me frowned.

"Yeah you look really tired."

"I am."

"Actually you look stressed."

"Yeah I'm that to."

"Well you know what you need, don't you?" He asked flashing that adorable boy next door grin of his.

"I'm sure you'll tell me, but before you do I'll bet it involves you."



"That it does." He nodded. He leaned over the counter and said;

"How about dinner, and then we kick back at my place just you and me at about, oh say," He winked; "Four twenty or so."

"Why four twenty?" I asked.

Tommy laughed.

"Four twenty you know," He whispered; "Pot? I know you smoke, I saw you at Mitch's,"

"Yeah well, I quit."

"Looks like you should start again."

"My brother would disagree."

Tommy whistled;

"Your brother's a crazy bastard, threw a guy threw a window at that big fight at Baby Head last 

week."

"He what!?!" 

I had heard about there being trouble there, but Mark hadn't said anything about that.

"Yeah guy was a big bastard too." Tommy shook his head. "So I guess I should watch out huh?"

"My brother's pretty quiet actually, you just can't touch him."

"I'll keep that in mind." Tommy said laughing. "So what do you say? I'll wait for you to get off and we'll go grab some food."

At that moment I looked up and saw Sheila coming from the other side of the store.

"I'm sorry Tommy, but I gotta get going."

Tommy nodded then looking at me said;

"Listen Megan, did I like do something wrong or am I just like not your type?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Well I really like you Megan and you keep saying no, which is fine, but it would be nice if there was a reason, that's all."

I really like you Megan. That had a nice sound to it, but Greg had really liked me too and God only knew I was already doing my share of hurting people these days, I didn't need to lead him on. I sighed.

"Honestly Tommy I'm seeing someone."

"Oh," He put his hands up. "Then why didn't you just say that?"

"Because well, it's kind of on again off again and well, you know..," I shrugged.

"Well okay I guess." He shrugged. "Well hey you got my number, if it ends up off again give me a call, but otherwise I'd still like to come by say hi here and there."

I smiled at him.

"I'd like that Tommy, I really would." 

These days I could use all the friends I could get. It hadn't been easy telling him no when he had mentioned the dope, but I had remembered what Mark said about coke; although Tommy really didn't seem the type. My thoughts were cut off as Sheila arrived and apologized for being late. I told her no worries; she was helping me out then gave her the unopened coffee. God knew the last thing I needed was caffeine. I practically ran out of the store and getting into my car raced home.

I got there at a little after four and with a huge sense of relief saw Mark's black Buick in the driveway. I entered the house and was stopped by Mom who looked up from the tv and after looking at the clock asked why I was home. I told her I wasn't feeling well and that she could call work, I had literally left twenty minutes ago. Mom said she didn't need to and after coming over to me looked at my eyes and asked me if I needed to see the doctor for something to sleep. I told her maybe I would, but right now I felt really tired and had left because I felt I could rest.

I went upstairs and after going into my room closed my door. Locking it behind me I stripped naked, and grabbing a nightshirt to take in with me, cut through the bathroom and entered Mark's room. The shades were drawn and as always Mark had a couple of candles lit. I approached the bed quietly, and stood looking at my brother for a minute. As always I loved watching Mark when he slept, as intense as he always looked when he was awake it was nice to see his features relaxed.

Once again I marveled at how truly beautiful my brother was. Even with the scruff he always had these days, it was obvious that he had very pretty features. I should know because they were my features, if not for our eye color and his slightly olive skin tone we could really be twins. Mark was lying on his side against the wall, so I was able to very gently lift one side of the sheet and slide into the bed without waking him. That also made me wonder what he had been doing as Mark was usually a hair trigger sleeper, but lately he was out.

Reaching out I gently ran my nails across his shoulder and was rewarded with that adorable little cooing sound he made in his sleep. I smiled and did it again, then leaned forward and gently kissed his lips.

"Hmmm" Mark groaned and slowly opened his eyes. "Hey sis." He whispered.

"Hey little brother up for some company?"

Mark smiled and put his arm out. I gratefully slid up to his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist. He sighed and closed his eyes again. I knew he was tired, but I really needed him right now, I hadn't felt him inside me in days. I kissed him again and asked;

"You up for anything else?" 

"I'm kind of tired Meg," He began. "Maybe when I ...ohhhh that is so not fair."

"This?" I asked giving his cock another squeeze with the hand I had slid under the covers.

"Yeah that." He said. "Meg I really need to..."

"I need you little brother!" I told him. "I miss you, and you're not around anymore." I pouted;

"Please?" I added in the little girl voice; "I'll be really good to you."

"I..." 

I stopped him by kissing him hard while my hand continued to stroke his cock, which was already hard and throbbing.

"He wants to play!" 

I kissed him again then pushing him on his back said; "Just lie back and let your lonely big sister have some fun with her little brother."

Mark laughed softly;

"Well when you put it that way I... ohh that is nice."

"Yeah you like that little brother?" I asked as I flicked my tongue across his right nipple again.

"Hell yeah."

I sucked his nipple into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, as I continued to stroke his cock. Mark moaned softly as I switched my mouth to his left nipple and my other hand went down and began massaging his balls. Rolling over on top of him I brushed my nipples across his lips then sighed as his mouth caught the right one and sucked on it. I gave him the left one as well then after kissing him slid slowly down his body, leaning over just enough that my nipples brushed his chest and hard flat stomach on the way down.

I slid myself down all the way between his legs and grabbing his cock smiled up at him as I rubbed his dripping prick across my cheeks, smearing his pre cum all over my face.

"How's that look little brother?"

"Damn good." He said.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 21



"Yeah your nice big cock looks good in your sister's face?"

Before he could answer I placed my mouth over his cock and started slowly sucking it in and out. I was only going down about halfway and was using my hand on the base jerking him off as I blew him.

"Oh that feels so good sis." Mark whispered as he reached down and ran his fingers through my long black hair.

"It's supposed to." I told him then resumed sucking on him.

With each stroke of my hand I let my mouth go down deeper until I was taking his entire cock down my throat. Mark started twitching his hips but I pushed down on them. Pulling his cock from my mouth I said softly;

"Easy little brother, let me."

Mark stopped moving and lied there as I started slowly sucking the length of his cock in and out of my mouth. Mark let out a moan as each time I reached the top I swirled my tongue around the sensitive head of his dick. I was thoroughly enjoying sucking his cock, however my dripping pussy was in sore need of attention. Removing his cock from my mouth I reversed myself; sliding my legs under Mark's arms so that my pretty little pussy was poised directly over his face.

"Oh that looks good!" Mark declared and with no hesitation he reached up and spreading my lips open plunged his tongue deep into my hot wet pussy. 

I moaned loudly then leaning down slid his cock back into my mouth and resumed my slow steady sucking. The two of us took our time teasing and playing, each of us moaning and moving our hips as our tongues and mouths worked each other perfectly. I let out a squeal as Mark slid one finger into my ass and began sucking my clit in and out of his mouth. I felt my hips begin to move on their own and knowing I was going to cum soon started sucking Mark harder and faster.

Mark's thighs started to tremble and I could feel him moaning into my pussy.

"Hmm mmm." I encouraged him as I moaned around his huge cock.

Mark's finger plunged into my ass faster and faster and his tongue swirled around my clit every time he sucked it into his mouth. I was going to go off any second and wanted Mark to cum as well. I began bobbing my head up and down on his cock even faster and just as I felt my orgasm begin to flow through me. I reached around and tickled his balls with my fingernails.

Mark's hips bucked, driving his cock deep down my throat. Just as I started to squeal and grind my pussy hard into his face I felt the first hot spurt of cum splatter against the back of my throat. The two of us moaned, as hips grinding we came in each other's faces. Mark shot so much cum into my mouth that some of it was oozing out the sides of my lips and was dripping down his shaft. Letting go of his balls I reached out and grabbed his thighs, digging my nails into them as I continued to squeal around his cock and rock my hips hard into his face.

Despite how fast my hips were moving Mark managed to keep his mouth on my clit and continued sucking me throughout the orgasm, making sure his big sister came as long and hard as possible. I returned the favor as I continued to slurp his dripping cock in and out of my cum filled mouth. Mark's hips twitched, especially when I sucked hard on just his head trying to get out every last drop of my little brother's cum. 

Mark finally let go of my pussy and whimpered loudly, trying to pull his cock away from me.

"Oh Oh damn Meg stop please stop!"

I smiled. I had learned that Mark was extremely sensitive after he came, the head of his cock became a raw nerve and if I kept playing with it he would go through the roof. A couple of weeks ago when it was my night I had him tied down and had continued to play with him. He had begged and all but cried for me to stop. Tonight I would be good, however that did not mean that I was done with my beautiful little brother's amazing cock, as this nasty girl still needed to feel it in her greedy little pussy.

Swinging my leg over Mark's head I turned myself back around on the bed and after kissing him whispered;

"Hmmm we are sooo bad."

"Why is that?" Mark asked he already looked as if he were going to fall back to sleep.

"Because your face smells like you sister's pussy and all I can taste is my little brother's cum."

"Well when you put it like that." Mark said. He smiled at me and hugged me to his chest.

"That was nice sis, you ready for a nap now?"

Pushing myself back up onto my hands and knees and straddling his waist I smiled down at him.

"Nope.".

Mark's eyes widened and he gave me an almost comical look of desperation.

"Meg I'm tired I..."

"But sir," I told him pouting. "This bad little girl didn't take every drop like she was supposed to." I lowered me head and looked up at him through my long eye lashes.

"Shouldn't I clean up the mess I made on your cock?"

As tired as he was I saw Mark's eye's shift down to between my legs where his semi hard cock was lying on his stomach with cum all over it. That tired look was replaced by an evil little smile;

"Well I can't very well go to sleep all sticky like that now can I?"

"No sir!" I replied shaking my head vigorously back and forth, causing my long black hair to fall across my shoulders and hang down my chest where the ends just covered my pretty little pink nipples. It was a look Mark loved and his smile widened as he looked at me.

"You are hot my sister." He told me.

"Thank you sir." I told him pouting again. "Shall I?"

Mark nodded and watched as I slid back down between his legs. I swung my leg over his left one so that as I worked my way down he would be able to feel my pussy rubbing along his leg. Getting between his legs I lifted his cock and kissed it. Even semi hard Mark's cock was huge and I moaned as I rubbed it along my cheek again. Remembering that this bad little girl had a job to do I held his cock to the side and proceeded to run my tongue up the shaft, collecting the trail of cum that had dripped from my over flowing mouth.

By the time I had started on the other side Mark's cock was fully erect again.

"Oh that looks good." Mark said.

"Yeah? You like watching you're big sister lick the cum off your cock little brother?"

"Love it."

"Good, then lay back and enjoy."

As I had licked his cum up I had let it gather in my mouth, while he watched I put my mouth at the tip of his cock and opening it let the cum drip back out onto the head of his dick. I then quickly sucked his cock into my mouth and sucked it off. Mark moaned and looking up at him I opened my mouth wide to show that I had swallowed every drop. Oh Megan you are a pig I thought.

"Good girl."

I smiled and started blowing him again, taking him deep into my throat and back out several times to make sure his cock was as hard as it could get. Letting his cock pop out of my mouth I slid back up and swinging my leg back over him I grabbed the base of his cock. After placing the tip of his huge dick at the tip of my pussy I pushed down hard, driving his massive cock deep inside of me. We both moaned at how good it felt and leaning over so that my tits were in his face, I started slowly sliding back and forth working his cock in and out of my hot pussy.

"Ohh damn that's nice." Mark whispered then turning his head started sucking on my right nipple.

I started rocking my hips a little faster when Mark grabbed them and started pumping himself deeper into me. I loved it but whispered in his ear;

"You're tired little brother let me do the work."

Mark didn't argue, instead he put his hands up over his head and I felt his body completely relax.

"That's it." I told him. "You just let you're big sister take care of that beautiful cock of yours."

I rode Mark slowly, enjoying how his cock completely filled my needy little pussy. I placed my hands on his chest and changed the motion from sliding back and forth to bouncing up and down. I smiled as I watched Mark lying there with his eyes closed, a look of absolute pleasure on his face as his big sister's pussy worked over his huge cock. I began bouncing harder and faster, as I did I started pushing my hands against his powerful chest causing him to bounce up and down on the bed and work his cock even deeper.

Mark started to breath heavier and I noticed he had started to sweat. He opened his eyes and reaching up began to play with my nipples. I moaned and leaning forward started raising my ass until his cock was almost all the way out and then driving down hard. Mark started moving his hips in rhythm with mine and I let him, as not only did it feel amazing but he was starting to make those little whining noises that told me he was getting ready to fill his big sister's pussy with his hot sticky cum.

I started slamming my hips more rapidly, bucking like a fucking bronco on my brother's rock hard cock. I was moaning myself and just as Mark started to whimper I leaned over and kissed him hard. Mark tried to return the kiss but then turned his head and let out a long soft moan directly in my ear, as he did I felt a huge shot of cum go deep inside of my pussy.

"Oh yeah little brother I want it all!"

Mark continued to make those cute little whimpers in my ear as he emptied himself into his big sister's willing pussy. When he stopped pumping me full of cum I kissed him then slid my arms under his. Mark wrapped his arms around me and held me tight to his chest. Oh how I needed this! My brother felt so fucking good in every way. I nuzzled my face into his neck and kissed him softly.

We stayed that way for a few minutes, knowing he was tired and that I was exhausted at this point I rolled off of him. As he remained on his back I rested my head on his chest and put my hand on his flat stomach, as I did I looked down loving how hot my red finger nails and ivory skin looked on his darker complexion.

"You like that little brother?" I asked.

"Loved it."

"Is it your favorite pussy?" 

"My only pussy." He answered.

Oh how good that sounded! Did he really mean it? I had an instant unwanted vision of Cynthia lying just like this with him. Cynthia really liked my brother, I could tell. If she got him it would be more than sex. I told myself to stop being stupid, Cynthia had no reason to lie to me, she thought I wanted Mark with her.

"That sounds good." I whispered.

"Go to sleep sis, I only have a couple of hours." As he finished Mark kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arm around me.

I nuzzled my head deeper into his chest and draping my thigh over his sighed contentedly; this was perfect! I immediately fell into a deep much needed sleep.

I awakened to the sound of Metallica's Creeping Death blasting away from the alarm clock on the night stand. Oh not already! Mark moved his arm from around me to hit the off button on the clock. I remained still, with my head on his chest hoping that maybe he would decide to just stay home tonight but a minute later my head was lifted as Mark, putting his arms over his head arched his back and stretched. I watched the muscles in his stomach and thighs ripple as he did, I became aware of my still damp pussy rubbing along his thigh.

I reached down and grabbed his cock.

"I can't Meg I gotta get up."

"Oh come on little brother." I whined. "Stay and play with me."

"We already played sis." As he spoke he gently grabbed my wrist and pushed my hand away.

I took my hand and wrapped it back around his waist.

"Just stay right here Mark, you don't have to work! Wednesday's supposed to be your day off!"

"Yeah well I need the money Meg." Mark told me, then trying to sit up added; "Come on and get up sis I have to get dressed."

Reluctantly I sat up and moved over to the side as Mark got up. I watched as he went over to his bureau and after slipping on a pair of boxers dressed in a pair of black jeans and his black club Baby Head t-shirt. I felt anxious all over again. I didn't want to be alone tonight and I had felt so good next to Mark.

"Little brother, please don't go!" I blurted out.

Mark looked over at me as he sat down on his chair and started putting on his black snakeskin boots.

"I told you sis I have to work tonight. There's a rap group playing the club on the corner and you know those gang bangers are going to come in and start shit." 

"Then don't go Mark, you don't need the trouble!"

Mark shook his head.

"Mitch is giving me a hundred for tonight, I have the outside door."

"Mark please!" Now I was worried about him. "You might get hurt."

Smirking Mark stood up and suddenly went into a stance and began throwing a rapid fire combination of different punches. I watched amazed as my brother's hands moved so fast that they appeared to blur. I had never seen anyone else even close to that fast, even at the karate demonstrations I had gone to. Mark stopped punching, and spinning around through a kick that whistled inches over my head. Then looking at me once again flashed that cocky smirk.

"Trust me sis I'm not the one that's going to get hurt."

I sighed and then asked him;

"Well when will you be home tonight?"

Mark shrugged.

"I don't know sis, maybe three or four."

"The club closes at one Mark."

"I know Meg I have something else to..."

"There's another girl isn't there Mark?" I demanded. "You're fucking someone else and you won't tell me." I put my head down and once again started to cry. "Why won't you tell me?" I sobbed out.

Mark came over and sitting next to me put his arm around my shoulders.

"Meg I've told you before there's no one else, I just..."

"Then what the hell are you doing Mark?" I pulled away from him and yelled at him. "Why the hell won't you tell me what you're doing at night?"

"I told you sis it's a surprise."

"Bullshit!" I snapped. "I want to know who she is!"

Mark rolled his eyes.

"For Christ sakes Megan there's no one! I'd say if there was." He sighed then reaching out took my hand. "I told you sis, as long as you need me there's just us. I wouldn't lie to you."

I put my head down and nodded. Unlike me, Mark had never betrayed my trust. I looked at him through tear filled eyes asked;

"Then please tell me what you're doing Mark."

"I can't Meg, it would ruin the surprise."

"I don't want to be surprised!" I told him. I felt like a brat. I was all but stamping my feet but I wanted to know where he was going.

"Well you don't have a choice sis." Mark said with a tone.

"This isn't fair Mark! I think you're lying to me!"

"Whatever Sis, think what you want. Just remember I'm not the one that has a problem with the truth these days."

Mark turned away and headed for the door, as he did I put my head in my hands and let out a sob. Mark came over and getting down on his knees in front of me put his hands on each side of my face and lifted it up to look into his. I kept my eyes down and leaning forward Mark softly kissed each of my eye lids.

"Don't cry sis." He began. "There's no..."

"Oh please tell me Mark I..." I stopped as he shook his head.

"Trust me sis it'll be more fun this way. It's a good thing Megan, it really is, but in order to do it I need time and after work is all I have."

"But I miss you!" I sobbed.

"I miss you too sis but trust me, this is worth it."

Mark made to stand up but I threw my arms around his neck and held onto him tightly.

"Oh Mark please stay!" I all but wailed in his ear. "I need you little brother! I... I'm lonely! And I can't sleep and the folks are mad and I just keep hurting everyone and I want a drink so bad Mark and I'm trying to be good and..." I sobbed then choked out; "Oh please can't you stay home tonight?"

Mark held me tightly his hand running through my hair then leaning back looked at me and said;

"Listen Megan I do have to go tonight." I started to talk but he put his finger to my lips. "I have to go because if I do I'll have enough money to finish my surprise."

"I don't care about it!" I cried.

"Well that's because you don't know what it is sis." He smiled reassuringly at me. "Megan trust me, you're going to love it, you really are, but I have to do this tonight sis, I really do. I'll get home as early as I can okay?" 

With that he stood up and started to walk away.

"You don't care." I whispered. Then putting my head down added; "I don't blame you for not wanting to be with me. I mean why the hell would you want to?"

"What's that supposed mean?" He asked turning back to me.

I put my hands out to him.

"Mark look at you, you have everything. Your gorgeous, you're working two jobs, you get straight A's and have a shot to go to Harvard law school, you're going to be the best lawyer in the state." I shook my head. "Everything you try, you're great at, baseball, karate, school and there's not a woman that's seen you that doesn't want you." I shook my head. "I guess I should be grateful you bother with me at all, I wouldn't."

"What the hell are you talking about sis?" 

I made a disgusted sound;

"I'm a fucking loser Mark, I got kicked out of school, I have a dead end job that I'm about to lose, and I can't even fucking paint anymore. I'm afraid of guys, and I've hurt everyone around me. I even ruined it for you and Krissy." I put my head down. "I don't deserve to be with you."

"Hey!" Mark exclaimed.

I looked up at him, as I did Mark came over and sitting next to me took my right hand in both of his and staring into my eyes and began speaking;

"You listen to me Megan, I don't want to ever hear you talk like that! That you don't deserve people to be good to you."

"Look at me Mark, I'm a mess and you know it." I told him. "I don't want to take you with me."

"Oh please Meg you're just having a tough time, that's all."

"Yeah well..." Mark cut me off with a wave of his hand.

"Okay you think I have it all? Alright maybe right now I do, but let me ask you something Megan, where would I be without you? Where was I three years ago?"

"Well..."

Mark kept going without giving me a chance to speak;

"I'll tell you where I was. I was in my third group home in a year and a half and they were ready to put me into a training school. The social workers thought I was crazy and the other kids hated me, I got jumped at least once a week. Then you found out about me and got Doug to let me come live with you. Three years ago I wouldn't talk to anyone Megan, hell I couldn't. I sat in school every day and got made fun of by the other kids, the teachers wondered if I was special, I had no friends and was afraid of everything." 

He paused for a minute and squeezed my hand.

"But you know what I had Megan? I had you. My beautiful big sister who sat and talked to me every night whether I talked back or not, who came to my room and slept with me when my nightmares were so bad I woke up screaming, who rubbed my back and told me it would be okay until I fell asleep, hell Megan you introduced me to Krissy!"

He looked at me and shook his head.

"I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for you Megan and you know it. Was I a loser back then?" 

"Of course not." I told him, upset he would think that way. "You were just..."

"Having a tough time Megan, and you got me through it. Now here we are and it's you that's struggling. Are you having trouble? Definitely, but you know what? You're going to be just fine sis and you know why?" He smiled and gestured at himself.

"Because you have me sis. Just like you picked me up, and put me together again, I'm going to be here to give you whatever you need. That's what we're going to do the rest of our lives Megan, we're going to take care of each other. You just got to be there first, now it's my turn."

I sat there in tears but they were different than when I had started. I was just overwhelmed with the emotion of how much Mark meant to me, and my brother was right; that's what we were here for; to look out for each other the way no one else had, the way no one else could. I looked up at Mark and leaning over hugged him tightly.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 21



"Now," Mark said in my ear. "I don't ever want to hear you talk like that again Megan, you got that?"

"Okay, little brother, I'm sorry I upset you."

Mark pulled away and shrugged.

"It's okay Meg, but never say I don't care about you."

"Your right Mark I'm sorry I didn't mean it."

I put my head down feeling bad again, I hadn't meant to hurt his feelings. Why was I so selfish lately?

"Good." Mark said. "Because you know it's not true and I do have to leave Meg, and take care of something."

"I know." I muttered. "The surprise," I rolled my eyes as I said it.

"Yeah well know what sis, the surprise I have is because I care about us."

That last remark caught my attention.

"Us?" I whispered.

Mark nodded.

"Yes us. But I need tonight sis. Tell you what; why don't you stay in my bed and I promise I'll be home by three and I'll skip working out tomorrow so we can stay in bed awhile, how's that?"

I shook my head.

"Mom checks on me sometimes, I can't stay here."

"Sure you can. I'll tell her on my way out that I checked on you and you were out like a light. You go back to sleep and I'll slip right in next to you. I'll be there in the morning okay?"

I nodded.

"Guess it has to be." I whispered. I looked up at him and shrugged. "Sorry I'm such a baby, I'm just... I'm just having a tough time Mark, that's all."

"I know sis. I know." He kissed me lightly on the lips then smiled at me.

"I'll tell you what sis. I can't tell you the surprise yet but know what? I'll tell you you're going to get it on Friday."

"Really?" 

Three more days, I could handle that. Besides if he was going to show me something it couldn't be a woman. Mark's smile got wider.

"Really and you know what sis? Before you see the surprise you and I are going to go out and have a great night."

"Where Mitch's?" I asked.

"No Megan I mean out, as in you dress up nice and we go have a good, just me and you."

I smiled at him. I had said I was lonely and now he was going to take me out. As usual Mark was trying to give me what I needed. I reached out and caressed the side of his scruffy cheek.

"You really are sweet Mark, but it's okay. I don't need a pity date from my little brother."

Mark took my hand in his and looking into my eyes said softly;

"It's not about me taking out my big sister."

"Then what is it" I asked.

Still staring into my eyes Mark replied;

"It's about a guy named Mark being lucky enough to be able to spend his Friday night with a beautiful girl named Megan."

"I..." I couldn't finish was he really asking me out? 

"Well?" He asked still holding my hand.

"Well what?" 

Mark laughed.

"Megan," He began. "Will you go out with me Friday night?"

"I..." I found myself smiling. One of my huge crooked ones that everyone around me always loved, the kind I hadn't used in a long time. "I'd love to!" 

Mark smiled back; his gorgeous eyes were positively beaming.

"Great! I have a few things to do after school. I'll pick you up at seven."

Pick me up! I was smiling so hard my cheeks were beginning to hurt. 

"Where are we going?"

"It's all a surprise Meg. Now climb into bed so I can tuck you in."

Still smiling from ear to ear I lied down and giggled like a little girl as Mark pulled the covers up to my neck and kissed my cheek.

"I'll be back as soon as I can, okay?"

"Okay" 

Mark kissed me again and whispered in my ear;

"Sweet dreams my sister."

Mark blew out the other candle, and shut the door quietly behind him. I nuzzled my face into the pillow until I found a spot that smelled like his cologne, and sighing closed my eyes. I felt sooo much better, Mark was going to come home tonight and even spend some extra time in the morning with me. Not only that but he had even made it so I could sleep in his bed while he was gone. I could already feel myself begin to start to drift off. Just before I did I smiled as the last thought that went through my mind was of Friday night;

Our first Date.



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 22



It was 6:45 on Friday night and I was sitting in front of my dresser mirror putting on my makeup, and feeling like a nervous teenager waiting for my first boyfriend to pick me up for the school dance. I finished putting on my lipstick and sat back to look at the results. All in all I had to say I looked pretty good. In general I didn't wear much make up, but had wanted to look really good for Mark tonight so I had not only put on some eye shadow, but eyeliner as well and even some blush.

After all, didn't every girl get all dolled up for a night out with her little brother? I smiled at my reflection, admiring the way the red lipstick accentuated my full and, let's face it, made for cock sucking lips. I knew the effect wouldn't be lost on Mark; he would be thinking of me going down on him all night. Oh Megan, I thought to myself, you are one sick puppy. I laughed out loud, I felt positively giddy, the best I'd felt in weeks.

Looking over at the clock I realized I needed to get moving so I stood up to get dressed. Even though I was running late I couldn't help but check out what my little brother would be unwrapping later. I was wearing a brand new lingerie set; the outer cups of the bra, which unhooked in the front, were red satin but the rest was black lace that was thin enough to see my pink nipples. The thong was also red, with a patch of black lace over my perfectly smooth pussy. I had deliberately chose the colors that I had worn the first night that I had taken my brother.

I turned around and looking over my shoulder leaned my head back, enjoying how my long black hair looked against the ivory skin of my back. I also couldn't help but notice how good my ass and long legs looked, of course the three inch heels I was wearing helped with that a bit. I put my arms over my head and playfully spun in a circle, whipping my hair around. When I was facing the mirror again I swung my hips back and forth while running my hands through my hair, lifting it over my head. I posed like that whispering seductively;

"You like what you see Mark?"

I let my hair go and smiled at that. Mark had told me this morning before he left for school that the one rule for tonight was that there was no "little brother" or "Sis". Tonight it was Mark and Megan. The thought of him saying my name over and over appealed to me more than I had thought it would. Tonight was going to be a big night I could feel it. 

I went over to my closet and removed the dress I had bought yesterday at the mall. It was a black one piece with a red pattern across it. I stepped into the dress and pulling it up buttoned the front. Every time I did a button I envisioned Mark undoing it. The dress not only buttoned up the front but had a red belt with it as well, that was going to be fun to take off and who knows what we could do with it later.

Once again I walked over to the mirror and had to say I liked the overall product. The dress was low cut enough to be sexy but wasn't really inappropriate, the same went for the length; it was above the knee but nothing really risqué. I had no idea where Mark was taking me but he had said to dress nice. Keeping that in mind I had made sure I found a dress with sleeves that went down to my elbows to cover up the huge Medusa tattoo on my right arm. 

Going back to the dresser I picked out a pair of silver earrings, and after looking closely at my red finger nails, to make sure I didn't chip them, took a minute to retie the straps of my high heeled red sandals. Straightening up I took one last look at myself in the mirror then going over to the door grabbed the small overnight bag that Mark had told me to pack. I smiled again as I picked the bag up because that meant whatever else Mark had for a surprise for me there was sure to be a night at a nice hotel as part of it. 

When I got to the parlor, I tossed the bag down next to the couch and sat down to wait for Mark. Mom and Dad came into the room and were both dressed up as well, getting ready to leave for their weekly "Date Night". Mom told me how beautiful I looked and Dad asked me who I was going out with. I frowned to myself realizing how weird it would look to say it was Mark. Then again, if I said it was another guy Dad was the type to stay around just to get a look at him. Taking a chance I told them that Mark's new girlfriend from school, the one no one had met yet, had a friend and Mark was picking me up for what was pretty much going to be a double date.

Dad shook his head saying that seemed a little weird but Mom said that was nice that Mark wanted me to meet someone. She also winked and told me that I would have to give her the scoop on Mark's mystery girl. I promised that I would find out all I could and ask her what her intentions were with my little brother. We both laughed and even Dad smiled a little and added that whoever she was he was sure she was hot. As a matter of fact she is, I thought to myself. 



They were just turning to leave when dad glanced down at the floor, and looking up at me commented that apparently I planned on it being a very good first date. I followed his gaze and wanted to kick myself; he had spotted the overnight bag on the floor next to me. I wasn't really sure what to say to that. I simply shrugged and told dad that I didn't know where we were going but that Mark said bring some plain clothes just in case. Dad asked if I was really going with Mark or was I just going out with a new guy I didn't want them to see and planned on letting him "get lucky" as he put it.

I put my head down and tried to think of what to say. No matter what I would come out with it would sound weird. I looked nervously at the clock. Mark would be here any minute and if he came in before Dad left, and dad asked him where we were going Mark wouldn't match my story. After what happened after the hotel I don't think dad suspected us, but he would think Mark was covering for me for something. The night would be ruined before it started.

Dad shook his head as I remained silent, but Mom told him that it was time to go and not to worry about me, telling him that she had heard Mark mention something about picking me up later tonight to go somewhere. I kept my eyes carefully down as she said this, as I really didn't remember Mark saying anything like that in front of Mom. Dad said it still sounded funny, but whatever; I would just do what I wanted anyways like I always did these days. 

I sighed when they left and put my head down as I felt my former great mood slip away only to be replaced by that overwhelming feeling of sadness and guilt that had been plaguing me for the past few weeks. Standing up I walked over to the window, and watched as my parents pulled away, and not seeing Mark yet walked over to the mantel where Mom had a row of pictures of both myself and Mark. Behind it was a mirror and as I looked at my reflection I reached up and put my hand around the locket Mom had given me last month.

The locket was beautiful and far better than I deserved, just like my parents themselves. I had just lied to them again. I was going out to spend the night with my brother; the same brother whom I had been sleeping with behind their backs for a year now. Six months ago Dad had caught me in bed with Mark and I had cried, lied and in the end laid such a guilt trip on him that in the end he had apologized to me for accusing me of what in reality was the truth. 



Worse than that, was that Mom had never doubted me, and would have fought Dad tooth and nail if she had to; going against her husband to defend her daughter who was guilty as charged. Her lying, drop out, drunk of a daughter, that didn't deserve a mother like her in the first place. For that matter even Mark was being too good to me. I had gotten him in a fight that had cost him his girlfriend and then lied to her about him so he would stay with me. Mark had every right to hate me yet had apparently been working his ass off on a surprise for me.

I took a couple of deep breaths and tried to push those melancholy thoughts aside. Whether I deserved it or not my brother was looking forward to taking me out tonight and I wouldn't ruin it for him by being in a bad mood. Opening my eyes I opened the locket and getting closer to the mirror looked at the picture of me with Mom. Even back then I had that big crooked smile. I closed the locket feeling a little better. 

I went back and sat on the couch wondering where my brother was, Mark was usually always on time. As if that thought had summoned him, I heard the deep roar of Mark's car coming around the corner and saw headlights in front of the house. I heard Mark shut the car off and sat waiting for him to come in, to see if he needed anything before we left. A minute later the doorbell rang. Standing I got up and peeked out onto the porch to see Mark standing near the front door his back to me. Ringing the bell, oh he was too cute! My brother hadn't even seen me yet and he already had me smiling.

I opened the door ready to make a joke but as Mark turned to face me I simply stood and stared at him. My god did he look incredible! Mark was wearing a charcoal grey dress shirt with black slacks and was even wearing a black tie. The shirt was one an expensive one that he had bought recently and was custom tailored to flatter his broad chest and shoulders, it also fit well all the way down to taper off at his narrow waist.

What had really made me catch my breath however was Mark's face. For the last few months my brother; tired of being called pretty had been sporting the "bad boy" look; his hair deliberately tousled and hanging in his eyes, and either a five o'clock shadow or even, on occasions, a thin beard. I have to admit although I thought he looked hot as hell like that, especially with his intense stare and bad ass tattoo's, I had always preferred my brother "pretty". Well of course Mark knew that and tonight that was exactly what he had given me.

Mark's thick black hair was perfectly brushed back with a little bit of gel in it and he was completely clean shaven, showing off his high cheek bones and smooth even features. Most amazing as always however, were those gorgeous multi colored eyes of his. Right now those eyes, which were more green than anything else at the moment were taking me in as I had been him and when they made their way to my face he smiled, but before he could speak I beat him to it;

"Mark, you look amazing."

To my delight my brother not only smiled but it was that adorable shy little grin, complete with him turning his head to the side a little bit. I swear he was even blushing. Before I could say anything else he said softly;

"And you are absolutely beautiful Megan."

With that he brought his arm around from behind his back with a flourish to present me with a bouquet of yellow roses.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "My favorites!" 

I stepped back so Mark could come in and he closed the door behind him. Turning to me he reached up, and taking my face in his hands, gave me an incredibly soft kiss on the lips that I felt in my knees. Pulling back but still holding my face he whispered; 

"You really do look incredible tonight Megan."

Carefully putting the flowers down on the table I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hugged him tight. He put his arms around my waist and we nuzzled our faces into each other's necks, as we did we both sighed at the same time, as if this was the place we were meant to be. I pulled away from him and told him to give me a minute. I quickly went into the kitchen and filling a vase put the flowers in them and ran them up to my room so Mom wouldn't see them.

When I came back down Mark was standing by the door holding my bag.

"Shall we, gorgeous?" He asked as he held the door open.

I laughed and walked past him out onto the porch and down to his car, where he held the door open for me. Mark came around and getting in, started the car. I shook my head at the roar of the motor; the car was Mark's pride and joy, and he had put a new motor in three months ago. The car, much like my brother, was dark, powerful and totally perfect. As we drove I asked Mark about the surprise, and with an evil little grin he told me I would have to wait until the end of the night.

I asked where we were going for dinner, and he wouldn't tell me that either. Shaking my head as we got onto the highway I asked him what he could tell me. Mark glanced over at me and told me that he had gotten a letter from Orion Electronics, the company that had given him his scholarship to PC. The letter had said that if his grade point average continued to be as high as it had been for his first two years that the second half of the scholarship would kick in.

I asked what that meant, and with an ear to ear smile Mark said that it meant they would pay full boat for him to go to Suffolk law. Oh my god! One of the best schools in the country, and my brother was going to go for free. I shook my head feeling that sadness creeping back in. I told Mark I was happy for him and that he should be celebrating. Mark rolled his eyes and said that was part of what tonight was about, he was celebrating; and, he added, with the most beautiful woman he knew. I smiled back at him but it was a fake one.

Mark must have picked up on it because he looked over and asked what was wrong. I sighed and said;

"Like I said the other night Mark, you really got it all together." I shook my head. "Suffolk law one of the best there is, and the way I'm going I'll be waiting tables for the rest of my life."

Mark immediately swerved the car into the break down lane and putting it in park, looked at me and said;

"And like I said the other night Megan, I don't want you talking like that! You'll be fine, you'll go back next semester, now stop feeling sorry for yourself and let's have some fun."

He was right of course, and I felt like a jerk. This was his night; no it was more than that, it was our night. I leaned over and after kissing him, told him I was done being a baby and ready to have a good time with the hottest guy in town. Mark laughed and after kissing me on the cheek pulled back onto the highway. After driving a couple of more miles he reached over and took my hand. I squeezed it tightly and smiled gratefully at him. Mark looked over and told me that it would be okay if I didn't end up being a famous painter. I asked him why that was, and with a smirk he told me that I could be his slutty secretary, and that we could fuck on his desk at lunch time. 

I punched him in the arm but found myself laughing. After a few more minutes I slid across the seat so that I was next to him and as he put his arm around me, I put my head on his shoulder. Mark leaned his head on mine as he drove and as I glanced up I saw our refection in the rearview mirror and thought we really did look good together. 

We drove another twenty minutes and I had no idea where we were going but at this point didn't really care. Finally we took an exit and after about a mile Mark turned into a large parking lot. My eyes widened when I read the sign on the building we were approaching;

"Donatello's?!?" I exclaimed. "My god Mark this place is expensive!!"

I had never been, but in addition to being five star, Donatello's also had a large ball room and live music on the weekends. Mom had been trying to get Dad to take her here for years. Mark pulled the car around to the front where the valet's were and got out. I smiled at the young guy who opened the door and even took my hand to help me out of the car. Mark came around and taking my arm gave the guy $5 and told him not to touch the stereo. Mark had linked his arm through mine and nodding towards the door said;

"Shall we, my lady?

I laughed and started walking with him when I realized that we were entering a public place arm and arm. I stopped and when Mark looked at me I told him that. Rolling his eyes Mark asked;

"Have you ever been here before?"

I shook my head.

"Think that tightwad Doug would take Denise here?"

"No."

"Well alright then." Mark said and started walking again.

The inside of the Donatello's was absolutely gorgeous, by far the nicest place I had ever been in. Once again that feeling of teenage giddiness began to over take me; especially when after sitting for a few minutes I heard the Maitre'd call out;

"Phillips, party of two."

The waiter led us through the packed restaurant to a table that was near the entrance to the dance floor. Mark held the chair out for me and as I sat I picked up the menu and almost dropped it;

"Christ Mark! Do you have the money for this?"

Mark smirked;

"No worries Megan I got it."

"How?"

Mark told me that he had been doing a lot of work for Mitch, and not just at the club, and that he had just finished, and Mitch had given him a pretty good bonus. I asked what kind of work but Mark told me it was part of the surprise, but in the meantime get whatever I wanted. As I reopened the menu I saw they had a wine list.

"Hey Mark can we get a bottle of wine?"

Mark looked at me for a minute then shrugged;

"Sure whatever you want."

The waiter came and I ordered a bottle of red wine that wasn't too expensive and we both ordered prime rib. After the waiter left Mark smiled at me and once again I was amazed at how truly beautiful my brother was. As if on cue Mark looked at me and said; 

"You know Meg, you really are the most gorgeous woman I know."

I shook my head and blushed. The waiter brought the wine and before pouring it carded us. I had just turned twenty one but I watched nervously for a second as Mark, who had only turned 19 three months ago, handed him his fake driver's license that said he was twenty two. The waiter nodded and after handing it back to him poured us each a glass of wine then left the bottle. Mark picked up his glass and held it up in a toast;

"To a whole new beginning." 

I wasn't sure what he was talking about but tapped my glass to his and took a sip of the wine. It was delicious! Far better than the cheap shit Betty bought all the time. While we waited for the food we talked about pretty much everything, well it was more a case of Mark talking and me listening. Part of the reason for that was honestly I didn't have a lot to talk about. I hadn't been painting and there was nothing exciting about my job. I have to say though that the main reason I just sat and listened was that I loved to hear my brother talk

As Mark began talking excitedly about Suffolk, I remembered when he came to live with us and we would be lucky to get a sentence out of him. Eventually I got him to start having conversations with me, but it had taken awhile, and as Mark had brought up the other night, many nights of me pretty much just sitting there talking at him. The food came and as we ate Mark continued to talk about his plans for school and what he would minor in philosophy. I half listened as I continued to think back to the first day I had heard him really start to talk to anyone but me.

Mark loved to read so I had taken him to a used bookstore in downtown Providence called Cellar Stories. This was an event in itself just to get him out of the house, but I told him I would be upset if he didn't go with me so he caved. After the bookstore we went for lunch at D'Angelos where I had arranged for Lisa to "run into me". Lisa very conveniently brought her younger sister Krissy with her.

While Lisa and I talked about school and guys Mark sat across from Krissy who of course had seen him at school and was chatting away with him. After a few minutes, to my delight, Mark began talking back to her, and not just a little bit, he was carrying on a full conversation and all the while giving Krissy that shy little smile. Krissy herself was a bit of a wall flower back then, but had been told by Lisa that Mark really didn't talk at all and was also grinning a little nervously. It was absolutely adorable.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 22



After lunch Lisa said they had to get going and before they left us Krissy handed Mark a napkin that she had written her phone number on and told him to call her later that night. My brother had turned beet red and it was the cutest thing I had ever seen. Better yet was that not only did he call Krissy, but that night at dinner when Mark would usually just eat and listen to us talk, he had started telling Mom and Dad about Krissy. It was the first time he had ever really talked to them without being coaxed, and they were thrilled. Of course Mark and Krissy would start dating soon after and had lasted almost two years until...

Until Mark's selfish bitch of sister got in the way. If it weren't for me it would be Krissy sitting here with Mark tonight. Krissy, who would be beside herself about Mark's big news, and be even giddier than me sitting in a place like this. On that note I poured another glass of wine and drank half of it in a couple of long swallows. I would not get upset again. This was a big night for my brother. Mark had forgiven me for Krissy, saying that he believed in fate and what happened was meant to happen and that if I needed him then that's where he belonged. No I would not sink into a funk, I would enjoy the night the way my brother wanted me to.

There was plenty to enjoy; the restaurant itself was beautiful, and as I looked around I noticed that we were, by far, the youngest people here tonight. I also caught several people looking at us. Sitting at the next table over from us was an older couple in their sixties and several times when I looked over the wife was looking at the two of us. One time she caught my eye and smiled. I smiled back getting the impression that they were getting a kick out of watching us, as young as we were.

Another table however was watching, us or more accurately my brother, for an entirely different reason. A couple of tables to our left was populated by four women who all looked to be in their thirties or older, all of them were dressed to kill and all very attractive. Girls' night out. Several times when I glanced over they were looking at Mark. A couple of them in passing, but two of them were practically staring. I looked over at Mark and couldn't blame them; he was by far the best looking guy in the place. 

The nasty girl in me began to get worked up, thinking about the way they were looking at him. They were twice his age and talking amongst themselves about what they would do to him. Probably talking about how they'd love to tear him apart. Little did they know, I had trained my brother well and he would be a lot more than they had bargained for. On that note I glanced over again and saw one of them; a tall blonde wearing a very short dress with spike heels staring again.

I told Mark to look over at them and smile. He shook his head and said he didn't feel like it, but I gave him the "do it for me" complete with the pout. Mark sighed and said he would go one better. Getting up Mark walked past them to go to the bathroom, as he did it was comical to watch all four of their heads turn. I finished the wine and poured another glass while I waited for him to come back. When he did he slowed down as he passed their table and turning his head flashed his best killer smile at them. 

As he came back over, instead of sitting he came up behind me and leaning over, put his arms around my shoulders and gave me a quick kiss on the neck. My first reaction was that he needed to be careful, we were out in public and you never knew. That feeling was quickly pushed to the side as I saw the looks from the other women; the blond was shaking her head and I could practically hear her thoughts; what's that little bitch have that I don't? The answer of course was my brother's undivided attention.

As Mark made his way back to his seat I turned my head and looking the blond straight in the eye winked. She turned her head in a huff and I laughed out loud. Mark rolled his eye and we went back to talking about our future. I was feeling better, and started telling him about my plans to do a series of paintings based on Dante's inferno. As I spoke, I loved the way Mark's focus was completely on me. When he had been speaking I had been listening but was also busy checking out the place and people watching. 

Mark on the other hand really did only have eyes for me; and what eyes they were! His ever shifting eyes had locked into that green shade that was my favorite, not just because I loved the color, but I had realized that when Mark was relaxed and happy, that's the color they seemed to stay. Lately Mark's eyes were always green when he was with his big sister and it made me happy. At this point I was pretty happy in general, loving the place, the food, the attention of a gorgeous man, and the wine had also done its share to put me in perfectly relaxed mood.

Speaking of the wine; I went to pick up the bottle and pour another glass when Mark looked at me and said;

"Meg, that's like your fourth glass, why don't you call it quits for now?"

I rolled my eyes at him and grabbing the bottle lifted it.

"Come on Mark! It's okay; it just helps me have a good time that's all."

I went to pour but Mark put his hand over the top of my glass. I looked up at him and was going to tell him to leave me alone when he smiled softly and locking those beautiful eyes into mine asked quietly;

"And are you having such a bad time tonight Megan?"

He was right of course, everything about tonight was perfect, especially the company. I smiled at him and put the bottle down. Mark returned the smile and reaching out, took my hand. I looked at his hand over mine and once again felt that feeling of nervousness, this time however it faded quickly and I simply enjoyed his touch. We finished eating, and even though we were both full, Mark ordered one piece of my favorite chocolate cheesecake for us to share.

I sat there giggling as Mark fed me every other bite. The fact that I happened to look over and catch another look from the blonde at the other table added to my delight. As we had been eating desert the band had finished setting up in the next room and began to play an upbeat song from the seventies, I wasn't sure of the name but it wasn't a ballad and could be danced to.

"That's great!" I exclaimed. "I thought they only played ballroom stuff."

Mark shook his head and asked if I was ready to dance. I told him to give me a minute, then smiled again as he came around and pulled my chair out for me. Feeling bold I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and went to find the ladies room. I once again marveled at how nice the place was as I walked down the carpeted hallway and into the ladies room. After using the bathroom I took a couple of minutes to fix my makeup in the mirror, and as I did I saw the older woman from the next table come in.

I was still at the mirror, when she came over to wash her hands. When I looked over she smiled at me and after I returned the smile, she spoke;

"I'm sorry if you saw me looking at you a few times tonight dear."

"Oh, that's okay." I answered.

"It's just that my husband and I couldn't get over what a beautiful couple the two of you are."

"Thank you!" I told her flashing a big smile. She continued;

"You are such a lovely young lady, and now that I see you up close those eyes just add to it." She shook her head. "They are absolutely amazing!"

I could feel myself blushing as I thanked her again.

"And such a good looking young man!"

"He is isn't he?" I agreed.

"That he is." She laughed and added; "You know my husband actually pointed out the two of you look quite a bit alike."

I felt the smile begin to fade from my face as she kept speaking.

"I have to say, after he said it I had to agree, the two of you could pass for brother and sister."

Not only was my smile gone but I felt myself getting nervous.

"That is of course until I saw how he looks at you."

"Looks at me?" I repeated.

"Dear, that young man is completely taken with you. I can see it in his eyes and you look at him the same way."

The smile returned to my face at that. 

"Anyways hon," The woman said. "I won't keep you. I just wanted to tell you that it's nice to see such a young couple so obviously in love with each other. It's very sweet."

At this point I was smiling so hard my cheeks were hurting! I finished fixing my lipstick and went back out to see Mark standing by the doorway to the dance floor. Standing right next to him was the older blond from the other table. I shook my head as I approached, as I could tell by her body language she was trying to get him to dance with her. Any other night I would have not only told him to do it but to grind up on her and get her hot and bothered, but not tonight. No tonight my beautiful little brother was all mine.

There was an almost comical look of relief on Mark's face as I walked up next to them. Mark reached out and taking my hand said;

"There you are beautiful," Bringing my hand up to his lips he kissed it and added; "Shall we?"

I looked over at the blond and gave her a huge smile and a wink. She shot me a look of death then turning, went back to her table. As Mark led me out to the dance floor. I asked him;

"Aww did she want to dance with you Mark?"

"Dance?" Mark rolled his eyes. "Shit Meg, she told me she was staying at the Marriott down the street and tried to give me her room key."

"Well who can blame her?" I asked. 

Mark gave me that cute little smile of his, and then taking my hand led me out to the dance floor. As he did, I was once again struck by a wave of nerves; there had to be thirty to forty people on the floor, and we were going to go up there and dance. I told myself to stop being ridiculous, there was no one here who knew us, and besides we were only going to dance. Even if someone did see, was what would be the big deal?

When we reached the middle of the dance floor Mark turned and putting his arms around my shoulders, pulled me close to him. There was a ballad playing and I slid my arms around his waist and we swayed slowly to the music. It was the end of the song and the next one that came on was a much more up tempo dance remix. I stepped back and started to move a little quicker but still stayed close to him, not wanting to draw attention to us. Mark rolled his eyes and said;

"Oh come on Megan! We're here to dance not waltz!"

With that Mark pulled away and went into a greatly exaggerated spin that made me laugh. Mark came back up to me and grabbing my hand spun me into him where he quickly dipped me. Bringing me back up, it was my turn to spin away. Like Mark I went into it faster than I normally would have, loving the way my hair flew out around me and the skirt flared up around my thighs.

I came to a stop to find Mark right up in front of me. As the music picked up I lifted my hands over my head taking my hair with them, and started swinging my hips to the beat. Mark came up and putting his hands on my hips kept pace with my movements, then as the song neared its end, spun me so my back was to him and putting his arms under mine, held me as I dropped down and kicked my leg straight up. As he pulled me back to my feet, I noticed several people watching us.

The song stopped and as we waited for the next one Mark unknotted his tie, and rolled his sleeves up. I loved that look on him; the nice dress shirt, but with his muscular forearms exposed. The music kicked up again and taking my hand Mark smirked and asked;

"Hey sexy, ready to show off?"

Not only had I taken three years of modern dance, but at the urging of his karate instructor Mark had taken dance lessons to improve his balance. Like anything else he tried, my brother, of course was a natural, and the two of us proceeded to take over the floor. We danced up close, and then would back away, swinging and swaying in perfect harmony with each other. At one point we turned our back's facing away from each other as we danced, then turned back to find ourselves still in perfect rhythm.

By the third song I became aware of less people dancing and more people watching us. Rather than be nervous I found I was caught up in it. Not only were my brother and I the best looking couple in the place, but by far were the best dancers. I began to relax more and more as we danced. Between the wine and how much I was enjoying being with Mark, all my prior inhibitions were quickly disappearing. 

I started to revel in the fact that I was out in public dancing with my beautiful little brother, and that everyone around us just thought we were a gorgeous young couple out having a great time. As Mark spun me around him I caught a glimpse of the older woman from the bathroom, and remembered her saying how in love my brother and I looked. She had also mentioned how much we looked alike. Why had no one else noticed? It then occurred to me that quite simply people didn't think that way. People saw us as a couple tonight and just assumed we were. We were hiding in plain sight!

As we continued to dance my focus shifted from the people around us to the amazing man I was dancing with. Once again I was just blown away by how attractive my brother really was, and even better, how good we looked together. As we continued to dance it was as if we were an extension of each other, our bodies flowing together as one. Mark's hands were on my hips, and mine on his shoulders, and as we continued to move in the same fluid motion, I stared into his beautiful green eyes and realized why we were so good together.

At this time we had been lovers for over a year now. My brother knew me like no other; knew my body better than any man ever had, or ever would. But it was much more than physical; so much more. In my brother's arms I felt loved and adored, safe and protected. As Mark slid his arms around my waist from behind and we started swaying to the next song, I realized that we were comfortable dancing for the same reason we fit so perfectly in each other's arms when we slept. It was just like Mom had said; "Like you'd always been there, and always would be."

As the song wound down and Mark held me tighter, resting his head on my shoulder and playfully nuzzling my neck. I was reminded of what Mark had said many times before; that we were two halves; on our own just broken pieces, but together we were a perfect whole. We completed each other.

We went back to the table during the next song, to catch our breath, where I basked in the comments we received from people walking by, telling us how fantastic we looked out there. Mark was sitting with his chair facing the dance floor, and after pausing to pour a glass of wine and take a few sips, I went over and handed him the glass. As I did Mark patted his knee. I hesitated but only briefly before sitting on it. 

After Mark emptied the glass and put it down I swung my legs over his so I was sitting on his lap. I was aware that this was probably a little improper for where we were, but the people dining had their backs to us and everyone else was on the floor. I put my arm around Mark's shoulder and leaning over kissed him on the cheek. Mark smiled up at me;

"Having a good time, beautiful?"

"Best night of my life!" I told him laughing.

Mark smiled;

"I love that laugh Meg, I really do."

"And I love that smile Mark."

The current song ended, and as the next one began I stood up and taking Mark's hand, took him back out to the floor. We stayed out there for the next few songs, dancing away and having a great time. We didn't show off as much as we did the first time, but were still getting quite a few looks from people. I hadn't been exaggerating when I had told Mark that this was the best night of my life, and we hadn't even gotten to the surprise yet!

We finished another dance and as much fun as I was having, was thinking of calling it quits. Between the wine and the dancing I was feeling a little too warm and was also getting anxious for what the rest of the evening had in store. I mentioned it to Mark who nodded, but as we started to walk off the floor the band struck up again, this time it was Bonnie Tyler's Total Eclipse of the Heart and Mark pulled me back onto the floor with him.

I started to say something but as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me close to him what could I say? I put my hands on his arms and we started swaying slowly to the song. At first I had put my head on his shoulder as we danced, enjoying the smell of his cologne and his breath in my ear. I also loved the way the hard muscles of his arms and shoulders felt as I slowly rubbed my hands up across them.

Mark's hands slid down my back to my hips and turning his head he began nuzzling into my hair. I sighed contentedly as his lips found my neck for a quick kiss. As the song continued I let myself melt completely into his arms, leaning into his chest and letting his hands on my hips guide how I moved with him. I slid my hands under his arms and across his back and hugged him even tighter. Could it get any better than this?

A moment later, Mark's hands slid up my sides and continuing all the way up found my face and gently lifted my head up. As I looked up my eyes found his and as we danced I found I couldn't look away. I felt my heart begin to beat faster and just like that Saturday morning weeks ago I felt something in that look. There was more there than just affection for each other as siblings much more. From the look on Mark's face I knew he was seeing and feeling the same thing.

When I had first looked up he had been smiling but now he appeared serious and I could feel his body begin to tense up. I felt as if I should say something but wasn't sure what, and in all honestly didn't want to ruin whatever was going on. As I continued to look into my brother's gorgeous eyes he cocked his head slightly to the side and leaned forward. Not thinking I also turned my head and as I had that morning in the attic, I closed my eyes and parted my lips.

Mark kissed me. As soon as he did I felt the spell begin to break. We couldn't do this, we were in a public place! I started to pull away but Mark's hands held the back of my head. Not roughly, but just enough to prevent me from breaking the kiss. Mark's lips softly brushed across mine then kissed me again more firmly. I felt one more brief twinge of what if? But then with a small whimper in the back of my throat I surrendered to my brother and kissed him back. Mark sighed deeply and moving his hands from my face put his arms around my shoulders as he continued to kiss me. I felt as if I were in a dream; was I really standing here in full view of dozens of people kissing my brother?

I found I know longer cared. Mark was right, we were at the other end of the state from where we lived and there was no one we knew here. I relaxed even further and kept the kiss going our mouths opened, tongues gently teasing and exploring. The music stopped but we continued to kiss and sway back and forth as if the song were still playing. After another minute Mark pulled away from me and looking into my eyes took my hand and asked if I was ready to get my surprise.

I told him that I was more than ready and as he went back to the table to pay the bill, I went quickly to the ladies room to freshen up a little bit. I was on my way out and was looking for Mark when I heard a voice behind me;

"Megan?"

I turned and felt a twist in my stomach as I recognized Ginny, one of my Mom's friends who lived down the street from us. I had gone to high school with her daughter Julie, and her and Mom played cards together every Tuesday.

"Um hi Mrs. Hunter." I said.

"That is you!" She exclaimed coming up to me. "I thought it was, but I was sitting across the room."

"How are you?" I asked nervously. Sitting across the room watching...




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 22



As if to confirm my fear Ginny began speaking;

"You look lovely tonight hon." She paused, then asked the question I had been dreading;

"Is that your brother with you?"

Seeing no way to lie. I nodded;

"Yeah he got some really good news today and wanted to celebrate, and he knew I always wanted to come here."

"Oh how nice!" Ginny said smiling, then making a sad face said; "That's too bad about him and Krissy, they were a cute couple."

"Yeah they were." I said.

Ginny nodded and I heard her husband call her. I sighed thinking I might be clear, but she looked back at me and continued to talk;

"I'll tell you Megan the two of you were something on that dance floor. Most couples can't dance together like that."

I laughed nervously as my stomach began to turn.

"Yeah well we both had lessons and it was kind of fun to show off."

Ginny nodded then drove the dagger home;

"You know Megan, I know this sounds funny, but I swear I saw the two of you kissing out there."

"Kissing?" I asked forcing a fake laugh.

"Yeah kissing." Ginny wasn't laughing.

"Well he kissed me on the cheek when we were dancing but that was it, I mean..."

"That's not what it looked like from where I was sitting, Megan." Ginny said.

Like back at the hotel I began to feign offense.

"Well I'm sorry Mrs. Hunter, I don't know what you think you saw, but that's my brother and we weren't raised in a trailer park, we..."

"Easy hon," Ginny said putting her hands up. "It just looked..."

"Like what?" I demanded. "That I was making out with my brother?" I shook my head in mock disgust. "That's pretty damn sick."

I stared into Ginny's eyes and saw she was taken aback by my reaction. I could see her start to get nervous and reaching out and putting her hand on my arm she said;

"I'm sorry Megan! Your right, I don't know why I would even say that! It just looked that way from a distance." She began to blush. "Really hon, I'm sorry."

"Yeah me too." I said quietly. "Well Mrs. Hunter I have to get going."

"Oh of course, hey, tell your Mom I'll see her Tuesday."

I nodded and turning away took several deep breaths. My heart was pounding, and I swear I could feel my legs shaking. Did she believe me? There was no doubt she would tell Mom she had seen us together. Granted Mom knew I was with Mark, but there was supposed to be another couple with us, and what if she mentioned the kissing? A few months ago I could have explained it and Mom would have thought nothing of it, but after the hotel? And if she said it in front of dad there would be hell to pay! I walked back into the dining area and saw Mark standing by the door waiting for me.

I must have looked as bad as I felt at the moment because as I reached him he asked;

"You okay, Megan?"

"Yeah why?"

"You look kind of white," He then added with a smirk; "Even for you."

"Funny." 

I wondered if I should mention Ginny. No why get him upset tonight? What was done was done. Either I would get lucky and she wouldn't say anything to my mother or I would just find a way to downplay the whole thing. Mom would believe me; she always did; which was why you take advantage of her, I added at the end of the thought. I closed my eyes and took another breath, when I opened them I smiled at Mark and walked past him.

Mark tried to catch my arm, but I didn't know where Ginny went so I simply shook my head at him and walked out to the front. While we waited for the car, Mark asked again if everything was okay and I told him I had seen Ginny, but didn't get into the conversation, just telling him I figured better safe than sorry. The valet pulled the car around which cut Mark off from asking any more questions.

Like on the ride up I sat with Mark's arm around me and my head resting on his shoulder. I was quiet on the ride back as was Mark, although I am sure for different reasons. In my case, I was worried about what would come out of tonight, but for Mark it was excitement I could feel his body tensed up he was looking forward to whatever it was he had in store for me. I tried to focus on what it could be, rather than the possibility of more drama and had to say I was drawing a complete blank except for maybe a nice hotel.

After about a half hour Mark took the Branch Avenue exit and pulled up behind Mitch's, where he usually parked when he worked. 

"Did you need something here?" I asked.

"Nope, the surprise is here." Mark said smirking.

I frowned at him.

"You're taking me to Mitch's as a surprise?"

"Just come with me." 

Mark came around and opened the door for me. I got out and started to walk towards the front, I suppose things could be worse at least I could get a drink. Mark caught me by the hand.

"This way." He said.

Mark led me to the back door that was usually only used for deliveries, and unlocking it let me in. Mark hit the hallway light as he closed the door behind him. We were standing in the back hallway. The door in front of us led into the back room of the bar and I could hear the juke box blasting away. To our left was the staircase that led to the deserted second floor. Still holding my hand Mark gestured to the staircase and led me up to the second floor. Was he going to fuck me up there before we went in to the bar?

Mark hit another light switch at the top of the stairs. One side of the second floor was a series of studs lined up along the floor with a couple of frames for doorways, the other side was a finished wall with a brand new door. Mark let go of my hand and walking over to the door took out a key and unlocking it, stepped aside and waved me in.

"What's in there?" I asked.

Mark rolled his eyes.

"The surprise, now come on."

Shrugging I walked past him and as I did he reached inside and hit a light switch. As I stepped into the room I stopped and stared. 

I was standing in the middle of a small fully furnished living room. The walls were paneled and there were a couple of old armchairs along with a matching couch and a coffee table. There was a bookcase along one wall and small desk in one corner. An old floor model TV stood in one of the other corners. Looking off to the right I saw a counter and behind it a small pantry with a fridge and stove, there was a doorway to the left that I could see into enough to see a bed and another smaller door that I assumed was a bathroom.

Mark had closed the door behind me and as I continued to look around I saw a framed portrait of Anton Levay on the wall, hanging next to it was one of my first painting's; a version of the three headed dog Cerebus. My eyes came back to the coffee table where an ice bucket containing a bottle of champagne sat. I was stunned. At first I had thought it might be Mitch's place and Mark was using it, but my painting was on the wall, never mind the picture of Levay.

Mark stepped up next to me and putting his arm around my shoulders asked;

"Well what do you think?"

"I... " I shook my head in disbelief. "Is this yours?"

Mark laughed.

"Of course it is!" he turned me to face him and after kissing me said;

"Surprise!!"

"How?" I asked.

Mark proceeded to tell me how Mitch had been paying him for the last few months to help get the upstairs done so he could rent it. After the first apartment was finished however, Mitch had changed his mind thinking that it might not be smart to have someone living over the bar; it would be too easy to break in. Mark had then offered to live there himself, he could afford to pay something for rent and not only could Mitch trust him, but he would be right upstairs if anything ever happened.

Mitch had agreed and for the last month Mark had worked his ass off at the bar and club and used the money to buy some used furniture, he had also been coming here after hours to paint and finish fixing some minor things. As I walked into the room, looking around Mark took me over to the bedroom and turned the light on. The bed was the only new piece of furniture and was a full queen size bed with a beautiful mirrored headboard and matching bureau. As we went back to the living room I looked at him and asked;

"When are you going to tell the folks?"

"Sunday," He shrugged. "I know they're going to think it's a mistake. You know, I'm too young and should save my money and all that, but it's too late now Megan. I'm going to pack up all my stuff and bring it here Monday after school and I'll be officially moved in."

Mark looked around smiling proudly as well he should. Nineteen years old and he would have his own place. Hell I was twenty one and hadn't even given it any thought. Then again why would I when I had Mark right next door to me? Just a quick trip through the bathroom and we were in bed together. I stopped as the true meaning of where I was fully hit me;

"You're leaving me." I said softly.

"What?" Mark asked.

I started to choke up as I realized what I would be losing.

"You... you won't be in the next room anymore! I... what if I need you Mark?" I started to cry.

"Hey Meg," Mark said grabbing my face and lifting it to his. "It's okay, this is..."

"Why would you do this to me?" I asked. 

Once again I knew how selfish that sounded, but I couldn't help it. I had been having such a hard time lately and that was with him living with me.

"To you?" Mark asked. "Meg, I did this for us."

"What do you mean?"

"Megan, look at this, it's my place. You can come here whenever you want. Don't you get it?"

I shook my head. Mark took me over to the couch and sitting me down took my hands in his as he began to speak.

"Think about it Megan; no more worrying about the folks. You come over here anytime you want. I mean ever since the day at the hotel I knew I needed to get out. I would have been kicked out if it wasn't for you."

"If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't have gotten caught." I whispered.

"Whatever Meg, it was going to happen sooner or later. But it was really for the better because it made me do this. No more bullshit from Doug and honestly Megan, you and he haven't been getting along, so if you keep fighting just come here." He smiled reassuringly at me.

"I'm right here Meg, anytime you need me."

"But what if I wake up in the middle of the night? I can't just come over."

Mark looked away for a moment then said quietly.

"You could always just stay here Megan. I mean it's not big, but hey," He looked up at me and winked. "We only need one bed right?"

As I looked at him Mark leaned over, and grabbing the bottle of champagne popped the cork and filled the two glasses that were on the table. Handing me one, he clicked his against it and raising his glass once again said;

"To a new beginning."

I drained the glass in a few long swallows and held it out for more. Mark looked as if he were going to say something, but poured me another half of a glass. I chugged that as well then putting the glass down on the table, stood up. Mark stood with me and put his arms around me.

"This is a good thing Megan, be happy for us."

I nodded and smiled at him. It was a forced one, and had Mark not been so excited he probably would have noticed it. Better that he didn't, this was huge, my brother was going out on his own and all he wanted was for me to be happy for him, and as usual I had thought of myself first. Taking his hand I asked him to show me around even though I could pretty much see everything. Like an excited kid Mark took my hand and brought me into the small kitchen then the bathroom and into the bedroom again.

The entire time Mark was chatting away about where he had found this piece of furniture and how he had fixed something or who helped him. We left the bedroom and Mark told me to wait out in the living room for a couple of minutes. I sat on the couch, and as he went into the bedroom poured another glass of champagne, and drank it quickly before he came out. I closed my eyes as the alcohol gave me a head rush and thought about what this meant. Mark was right, no more sneaking; I could come here whenever I wanted. Hell I could live here if I...

My mind started spinning as the magnitude of what he had said hit me. My brother was seriously talking about us living together. About pretty much being a couple. I loved being with Mark, we were perfect for each other in every way; we understood each other in ways no one else could, we shared the same painful memories of abuse, and understood the problems that went with it. We were the only ones that we could sleep with, and Mark was the only man I could let myself go with. Mark was everything to me; my best friend, my confidant, my lover, my...

My brother, Mark was my brother.

We were brother and sister and everyone knew it. Tonight after over a year of playing around we had gone out as a couple and in the span of two hours I had been told how much we looked alike by a total stranger, and then been all but caught red handed by one of my mother's friends. I shook my head as my mind continued down that path; even my coming over here all the time would eventually look funny to the folks. If I ever moved in it would be all over. Mom was naïve, Dad was far from it, he would know. Know that I had lied to him, that he had been right that morning at the hotel that, Mark and I had been fucking.

It wasn't just the folks either. Cynthia, Mitch, all the regulars from the bar all knew I was Mark's sister. How funny would it look for me to be living with him? A guy as hot as him with his own place, above a bar full of hot college coed's and his sister was his roommate? Cynthia was all but throwing herself at Mark, and he kept turning her down, Tommy was after me and I was doing the same, both of us making up "phantom" lovers. Sooner or later it would start to look funny, that the two of us had no one and seemed okay with it

Tonight Mark had told me he could get into to Suffolk law. Unlike my own, Mark's future was incredibly bright, my brother would have it all; looks, money, power and success, he would be spending his life taking what he wanted. But not if we were together; no matter how we justified it to ourselves, incest was not just a taboo, it was a crime. If we were ever caught Mark could lose everything. Who would hire a lawyer who had a sexual relationship with his sister? Hell if we were found out it wouldn't even get that far, he would be thrown out of school his scholarship revoked. The two of us forever branded as sick freaks.

I closed my eyes and started to fight back the tears that were coming. I now knew that Mark and I could never be more than we had been; siblings with benefits. I could never give up my brother completely and I wouldn't think that he would never want to be with me, but it couldn't be like this, it couldn't be this open. When we started, I had made the rule of "Not for all the time". I had of course not only broken that rule but now had Mark thinking that we could be together. 

The problem was telling Mark this. I didn't want to upset him tonight, but I also couldn't let him come back in here and be sweet to me and think we were consummating something; that tonight would be more than just another wild fuck between us. For all I knew it might break his heart. Mark had loved Krissy and may now think he loved me, or maybe he wasn't sure the same way I had been wondering lately.

Since he had come back into my life my brother had given me anything I needed. For the last two months he had been by my side constantly, because I had told him it's what I wanted. As strong as Mark was with everyone else, he always followed his big sister's lead. The only way for this to end would be for me to convince him that I didn't need him, that I was better now and that we could go back to how it was. That I would certainly love to come spend nights with him here, but I didn't need more. I had been selfish for far too long, thinking only of my needs; it was time to think of my brother and his future. I had started the two of us down this path and I would have to be the one to end it.

Mark came back out and shutting off the light in the living room picked up the bucket with the champagne and glasses and taking my hand, led me back into the bedroom. Mark had turned down the bed and lit several candles. I walked over to the foot of the bed and after putting the bucket down, Mark came up behind me, put his arms around my waist and started to kiss my neck. 

I sighed and bent my head to the side so my hair would fall away and give him better access to my soft creamy skin. As he started to gently suck on the spot between my neck and shoulder his fingers came up to my chest and began unbuttoning my dress. I reached down and undid the belt so that when Mark got to the last button the dress simply fell open.

We were facing the mirrored headboard, and I watched as, still kissing my neck Mark slid the dress off my shoulders causing it to fall to the floor. I reached up behind me and started running my fingers through Mark's hair. Mark's hands began to gently caress my soft stomach and making their way up, unhooked my bra also letting it fall away. Despite my melancholy thoughts, my breathing picked up as I saw myself standing before the mirror in just the red and black panties, my brother's hands cupping my small but well shaped tits with their pretty little pink nipples.

I tensed up as Mark's fingers found those nipples, expecting him to twist them, however instead his fingers lightly caressed them causing a soft moan to escape my lips. Mark's mouth slid from the side of my neck to the back of it and as his fingers continued to gently tease my nipples, he began placing soft kisses down my back between my shoulder blades.

I let out a sigh as leaning back into him I pushed my ass into his crotch and could feel how hard he was, even through his pants. Mark's hands left my nipples and slid down my stomach to my thighs. I opened my legs so he could reach between them, but instead he held onto my hips as his mouth continued to trail those soft kisses down my back. My brother dropped to his knees behind me, his lips kissing the small of my back just above my panties.

My own hands replaced my brother's, as after licking my fingers I began to play with my nipple's watching in the mirror as I did. Mark hands grabbed my ass and as he held it he started sucking gently on the right cheek. I laughed softly as he went to the other side, and then moaned as he spread my ass open and burying his face between my thighs kissed my pussy through the panties. Grabbing my hips Mark turned me around to face him and still on his knees started kissing the insides of my thighs.

I could feel my pussy begin to drip and my nipple's were so hard they were starting to hurt. I reached down and grabbing Mark's hair, guided his face to between my legs. Mark slid my panties to the side and flicked his tongue quickly across my swollen clit.

"Oh yes, right there little brother." I whispered.

"Mark." He corrected me quietly.

With that Mark's face left my pussy and started kissing his way up my stomach. I moaned and pumped my hips, but he was already standing back up in front of me. He did however pause to suck on each of my nipple's before coming back up and after gently taking my face in his hands, kissed me. I returned the kiss and pulling away looked into my brother's eyes.

Mark had that same look as he had when were dancing, the look from that Saturday morning. The one that I had returned, hoping that it would lead to what I now knew was impossible. As Mark leaned in and kissed me again; his hands sliding around my waist I realized that he was going to continue to be this soft and sweet, that he was going to make love to me the way he had to Krissy. 

I remembered that night I had watched him with her, wishing that someone would be that good to me. I had always been nasty with Mark because it was the kind of sex I wished I could have had, but as time went on I had begun to crave that sweet gentle touch. Sometimes we would start that way but one of us would always turn it back the other way. Not tonight though, tonight I could tell my brother planned on loving his sister, treating me the way he thought I wanted to be treated.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 22



I did want it! I thought, my mind racing even as I kissed him. Why shouldn't I get to be treated that way? I felt myself wavering; I didn't have to end this tonight, I could enjoy what my brother had planned for me then tomorrow... NO! I had led my brother on enough, it was time I showed Mark that nothing had changed.

I pulled away from Mark's kiss and as he went to lean in again, put my hands on his shirt and pushed him back.

"Well?" I asked him.

"Well what?" 

I rolled my eyes.

"Are you going to fuck me or are we just going to keep making out like high school kids?"

Mark looked at me confused.

"Well I just thought..." He began

"Thought what little brother? That I wanted you to be nice tonight?"

"I..."

"Oh for Christ's sakes Mark, just come take me!" I snapped at him.

Mark shook his head and I felt bad for him as I could see how torn he was. I couldn't let up making a disgusted sound, I grabbed his shirt and said;

"Here, I guess I'll have to start." 

With that I tore his shirt open buttons flying.

"Meg!" Mark exclaimed. "I paid $40 for this shirt!"

"Meg, my shirt!" I said in a mocking tone. "You sound more like my little sister than the brother who knows what his nasty sister needs."

Mark's eyes darkened; he was getting pissed at me. I began to smile but he shook his head and whispered;

"Megan let's not be like this tonight, I want..."

I silenced him by grabbing the back of his hair and pulling his face to within inches of mine. In my heels we were about the same height and my eyes bored into his as I spoke;

"Listen to me little brother, I don't care what you think or want. I had a great time playing couple tonight Mark, but now I just want you to fuck me, got that?"

"Playing..." He started.

"Yeah playing," I smirked at him as I pulled his hair harder. "I'm not your date Mark, I'm not your girlfriend and I sure as hell ain't your sweet little Krissy. I'm your nasty big sister who wants her sorry excuse of a brother to act like he knows how to take a woman and fuck the shit out of me, is that so hard?"

"Don't," Mark whispered: "Mention Krissy."

Letting go of Mark's hair I pushed him back.

"Aww are you getting mad at me, little brother?" 

I put my hands up over my head. 

"Then come show me Mark, come put your bitch of a sister in her place."

"You're not a bitch, I just..."

"Oh for Christ's sakes!" I exclaimed.

Stepping forward and moving so fast I caught him by surprise I placed my hands on his chest and hooking my fingers, raked my nails all the way down to his stomach as hard as I could. Mark cried out in pain and surprise. Looking down at his chest I saw that there were long red scratch's already showing and there was a thin trickle of blood coming from a couple of them.

"I said fucking take me!" I yelled at him.

As I yelled I reached out with my hands again and this time it was me who cried out, as with hands moving faster than I could follow Mark grabbed both my wrists in his hands and slammed them together. Letting go with his right hand, his left holding both of my wrists so tightly I whimpered. 



"You want to play rough, skank?" Mark asked.

My answer was replaced by a loud yelp as flicking his wrist in a back hand motion he slapped both my tits, causing a wave of pain through my nipple's and a surge of wetness between my legs. Bringing his hand back around, he grabbed my left nipple and twisted it so savagely that it not only induced another squeal of pain from me but caused my eyes to begin to water.

"There you go little brother!" I gasped out. "That's better, that's just what I want!"

"Well you always get what you want, don't you sis?" 

Mark had sneered this out, his lip curling and his eyes blazing. I had never seen him this fired up, I swear I could feel my pussy begin to drip. Yanking me hard into him by my arm, he shoved me back hard enough to send me staggering. The backs of my legs hit the bed and I fell into a sitting position on top of it. As I sat there Mark took his shirt off and whipped it away behind him. At this point there were half a dozen thin trails of blood from just over his nipple's to his lower stomach. His chest was heaving and I could feel the violence coming off of him in waves. Oh this nasty girl was going to get it and then some.

"That's right little brother," I told him. My chest was also heaving in anticipation of the brutal fucking I was about to receive. "You always give your big sister just what she needs, don't you?"

Mark paused to kick off his shoes, then with deliberate slowness, undid his belt and slid it out of his pants.

"Oh trust me whore," He whispered, coiling the belt around his fist. "You'll get exactly what you need and then some."

I licked my lips as Mark came over to the bed. My brother smiled coldly and started to lean over to grab me, which was when I pulled both my legs up from the floor and kicking out drove both of my heels into the soft flesh just over his hips. Mark grunted in pain but quickly stepping back grabbed my ankles and with a hard pull yanked me completely off the bed.

I hit the floor hard, a sharp jolt of pain going through my tail bone and the back of my head thumping against the edge of the mattress. Letting go of my ankles Mark stepped over my legs and grabbing my wrists yanked them over my head. Using his knees to pin my shoulders to the bed, Mark quickly looped the belt around my wrists and holding it wrapped around his left fist, and pulled up until I cried out from the pain in my shoulders. Mark's bicep bulged impressively as he pulled up even higher and I felt myself being pulled into a sitting position.

Reaching down with his freehand Mark unzipped his pants and reaching in whipped out his long thick cock.

"This what you want you little pig?" He asked.

"Oh no please!" I cried out, giving him what I knew he wanted. "Please don't make me suck it sir!"

Reaching down Mark grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head up by it. I whimpered from both the pain and how desperately I really wanted that massive dripping cock to be pounded into my willing mouth.

"I thought that's what you wanted whore?" Mark asked twisting my hair and once again bringing tears to my eyes. Remembering where we were I felt another surge go through my pussy as I realized that I could be as loud as I wanted to and shouted;

"Oh please Mark! Oh I'm so sorry! Oh please don't make me do this I... Umm!"

My shouting was silenced by my brother slamming his ten plus inches of cock directly into my mouth. I squealed as he pushed it in to the hilt, he was so deep that my bottom lip was touching his balls. Mark pumped it in and out slowly several times, then keeping his cock still began using my hair as a handle, shoving my face back and forth on his huge prick. My eyes began to tear from a combination of his cock that deep in my throat and the pain his pulling my hair was causing. 

Smiling down at me, Mark curled his arm pulling my arms up even higher, adding my shoulders to the list of pain he was inflicting. Looking up at him I started whimpering around his cock, making sure my tearing eyes were wide with fear and looking straight into his.

"What's the matter slut? More than you can handle?"

I tried to nod but he was holding my hair too tightly. Mark began to pump his hips in rhythm with his moving my head, so that his cock was pulling almost all the way out before being driven back down my throat. Mark had started slowly but was picking up speed with every thrust until he was fucking my face just as hard as he would my pussy. The entire time I was squealing and whimpering around his huge dick, my throat was beginning to hurt, he was pounding my face so hard but at the same time my hot little pussy was practically throbbing with the need for more.

"Look at you taking that cock, pretending you don't want it." Mark said as he started pumping his cock even harder into my sore throat. "You love it don't you?"

I tried to shake my head which caused more pain in my scalp. Mark let go of my hair and repeated the question;

"I said, you love it don't you?" 

Before I could try to nod Mark's hand darted down and squeezing my nipple hard, twisted it to the side. I moaned in pain around his cock and rapidly nodded my head up and down causing his cock to go even deeper. At this point I was starting to wonder how much more of this I could take, my jaw was aching and my shoulders were on fire. That last squeal and look of pain on my face must have been enough to push my brother over the edge as he began to breathe harder and start to make those little gasps as his cock drove faster and faster into his big sister's badly abused mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's it you nasty little bitch, you just keep sucking you... Oh!" 

Mark gasped and I closed my eyes, eagerly awaiting the first spurt of hot cum hitting the back of my throat. Instead Mark yanked his cock from my mouth and still holding my hands over my head started jerking himself off in my face. The first huge spurt of cum hit me on the right side of my face, so hard I could hear it splatter on my cheek. I tried to move my head, but Mark, finally letting go of my arms grabbed my hair again and holding my face still, proceeded to paint my face with his enormous load. Hot sticky cum sprayed both sides of my face and across my lips.

When my brother had finally finished cumming he took his cock and shoving it in my face, used it to smear his cum all over me.

"Oh please stop, oh please Mark I don't like it!"

Mark started whipping his cock into my face slapping it across my cheeks so hard it hurt. The fact that his cock was still hard was all I cared about however, because if he gave my pussy half the fucking he had just given my face I was going to be in for a treat. Mark stepped back and looking down at me shook his head disgustedly saying;

"Look at you, you fucking pig." He snorted. "Wouldn't your daddy be proud."

"Oh please don't hurt me anymore sir," I begged. "I'll be good from now on, I promise!"

"What's the matter sis you didn't like that?" He asked.

"No sir," I whispered pouting.

"Yeah?" He asked. "We'll see about that."

I yelled out in pain as Mark suddenly grabbed the belt with both hands and in one violent jerk yanked me all the way to my feet. Mark had his arms all the way over his head which left me with my arms stretched as far as they could go and on the tips of my toes. Letting go with his right hand he grabbed my chin and pulling my face to his, asked;

"So you didn't like me cumming in your face like the pig you are?"

I shook my head feeling his cum dripping off my face and onto my chest, and at this point that was far from the only thing that was dripping. Mark smirked at me and reaching down between my legs rubbed my pussy through my panties.

"You lying little slut!" He told me. "You're soaking wet, aren't you?"

"Yes, oh yes!" I moaned as he continued to rub through the panties.

"You are a nasty girl aren't you my sister?" 

As he asked, he worked his fingers into my panties and slid them across my pussy, I swear I could hear them sliding back and forth I was so wet.

"Oh please don't tease me little brother," I moaned. "Your right, your sister's a dirty fucking whore and I need it bad, I... Ohhhhh."

Mark shoved his two fingers inside and started slowly pumping them in and out. Despite the pain in my arms I started pushing my hips into his hand, trying to push them up deeper. Mark shook his head.

"Why should I make you cum?"

"Oh because I need to!" I whimpered. "Oh please Mark? I did a good job sucking your cock." I told him.

Mark snorted.

"Oh please, you didn't suck me off, I fucked your useless mouth until I came."

"Little brother please be good to your big sister! Please!!" I pouted at him and putting my head down whimpered pathetically. "Oh I want to!"

"Fine, maybe it'll make your pussy hot enough to be worth fucking."

With that Mark pushed me backwards. I landed on my back on the bed, my hands still tied. Mark reached down and with a violent wrench of his wrist tore my panties off me. Dropping to his knees between my legs Mark shoved his fingers back into my pussy and started roughly shoving them in and out. I moaned loudly and taking a chance he wouldn't mind, raised my legs and draped them over his shoulders.

Mark leaned in and after teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue started sucking it in and out of his mouth hard and fast. I groaned in mixed pleasure and pain and started pumping my hips pushing my pussy into his face and fingers. Mark stopped sucking long enough to look at me and say;

"You better cum quick, because as soon as I get tired of sucking your nasty pussy I'm just going to fuck you."

"Yes sir!" I exclaimed. "Oh thank you little brother!"

Mark went back to my clit with a vengeance; sucking it in and out of his mouth so hard his lips were making smacking sounds. His fingers started driving into my pussy even harder and with no warning he brought his other hand up and shoved a finger into my tight little ass. I squealed as he started working that finger just as hard as the ones in my pussy. I squirmed on the bed, wishing that I could play with my nipples but my hands were still tied. As Mark continued to attack my pussy I ground my hips harder into his face desperate to cum before he decided to stop.

It didn't take long, I had been so worked up that within another couple of minutes, I felt my thighs start to tremble and could feel the orgasm beginning to build deep inside of me. It was going to be an incredible one I could tell. Mark started sucking my clit even harder and I started to whimper, praying he wouldn't pick now to stop or tease;

"Oh oh right there, oh little brother don't stop! Oh please oh just a little more."

Despite the fact Mark was in control and punishing me, he started going faster and moaning into my pussy, he could tell I was going to explode any second now and loved when his big sister came hard. Which was just what I was ready to do; as I felt the first waves of pleasure start to flow through me I turned my head as I always did, looking to bury my face into the bed. Just then it hit me where we were and that I could be as loud as I wanted to be.

I arched my back off the bed and as the orgasm hit me, I threw my head back and howled in ecstasy. As wave after wave of pleasure flowed through my body I continued to let out long loud wails, my hips were bucking wildly, the fact that I could really cut loose was making it even better. My brother was loving it as well, as even though my hips were moving hard and fast he managed to continue to suck on my clit driving me into an even louder frenzy. Just as the orgasm started to die down I felt another one coming right up behind it, I cried out desperately;

"Oh little brother I'm cumming again! Oh please keep going keep... Oh my fucking god!!!" 

I screamed as the second orgasm tore through me. I twisted and writhed on the bed squealing, my hands still tied and my brother's tongue still busy on my clit. Finally with one last long shuddering moan I slumped back into the bed sweating and panting.

"Oh god," I groaned. "Oh Mark, that was..." I trailed off gasping for breath.

Mark stood up, grabbing my ankles as he did and with no hesitation he spread my legs wide and slammed his once again rock hard cock into my steaming hot pussy.

"Oh fuck yeah!" I cried out as he lifted my legs higher pulling my ass off the bed and started fucking the shit out of me.

My pussy was so wet it was making sucking sounds every time he pulled his cock out and drove it back inside. Between the pounding he had given my mouth and the two incredible orgasms, I was all but helpless, just lying there, hands still tied, letting my brother have his way with me. Mark let go of my ankles and planting his hands on the bed leaned over, bending my legs even farther back and pushing his massive prick even deeper inside of me.

"Oh yes little brother, oh you fuck your big sister, you give her that huge cock, you ohhhh" 

I was beyond talking at this point as Mark continued to hammer away into my tight little pussy. After several more hard thrusts Mark pulled out and reaching out and grabbing my hips pushed me all the way up on the bed. Mark climbed on and reaching over my head undid the belt freeing my hands. I let my arms stay where they were anyways, as I was too exhausted to move, I moaned as Mark started licking my right nipple, then yelped in surprise as grabbing my hips Mark twisted me over, putting me flat on my stomach.

I went to put my ass in the air but my brother had already slid up between my legs and lying across my back grabbed my hands and pinned them to the bed with his own. I groaned as Mark pushed his cock into me and started fucking me hard and fast. I lied there, my head turned to the side panting in pleasure as Mark held me down and drove his enormous cock into me repeatedly, he was fucking me so hard I was beginning to bounce up and down on the bed. Just when I thought he couldn't give it to me any harder, my brother let go of my hands and putting his hands on the middle of my back pushed himself up and started thrusting even harder.

I started screaming as he drilled into me even deeper than before, his hands driving me down and back up into that huge dick of his, screaming was the word and the louder I got the harder he fucked me. I turned my head and could see him in the mirror over me, his arms flexed with the effort of holding me down, his scratched chest glistening with sweat. He started moaning louder and louder and he started pumping me even faster. I stopped howling and started egging him on;

"Oh yeah just like that little brother! Oh yeah look at you fucking your big sister, and in your bed little brother, that's right you're taking your hot big sister for the first time in your bed, so you give it to her good, you fuck your sister, you Ohhhh yes!"

With a loud cry of his own Mark came hard, his cum shooting deep inside of his big sister's pussy. Mark slowed down, each slow thrust ending with another squirt of sticky cum that felt so good going up inside of me. Mark moved his hands to the side and I lied down on my back. I could feel his heart pounding and he was breathing heavy into my ear. I reached my arm up and put it behind his head gently playing with his hair.

"Easy baby," I whispered. "Nice and easy."

I turned my head and kissed his cheek. Mark stayed lying on top of me for a few minutes, then rolling over on his back next to me groaned;

"Oh goddamn that was something."

"Yeah?" I asked rolling over onto my side and propping myself up on my elbow. "Did your sister give you a nice house warming gift?"

"That she did." Mark said and sitting up looked over at me.

"It's not really what I had in mind," He said shrugging. "But..."

"What do you mean?" I asked also sitting up.

"Well, I..." He sighed. "I don't know sis, I was just trying to be a little nicer and..."

"Listen Mark," I began, placing my hand on his cheek. "I had an incredible night, I really did. The flowers, dinner, dancing," I gestured around the room. "This great surprise, it was all really sweet but..." I smiled and shrugged. "When it comes to sex, what can I tell you? I'm a nasty girl."

Mark nodded.

"I know but still I thought tonight was different, I mean Megan the last..."

Here we go I thought to myself and quickly cut him off.

"Look Mark, I know the last couple of months have been different and we spent a lot of time together and..." I paused then taking a deep breath continued; 

"I know there were a few times it seemed... well I don't know like maybe there was more going on but." I stopped and smiled at him;

"I love you little brother."

"I love you to Meg." He told me as he took my hand.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 22



"But it's as my brother Mark. I mean we're everything to each other, you know it's like I said before, we love like family but fuck like lovers, right?"

Mark looked into my eyes for a minute and I could see he was confused, but he nodded and said;

"Right. I was just," He shrugged. "Trying to be good to you sis. You say you always wanted someone to be that way with you and..."

I leaned over and kissed him.

"And I appreciate it little brother, I really do but," I swallowed hard hoping I could get the next part out without breaking. "That's the one thing you can't give me, Mark that's not what we are to each other, I'll have to find that when I'm ready, just like you had it with Krissy, I'll have it someday too no?"

Mark smiled.

"Yeah," He agreed. "You will sis, you'll find someone to treat you the way you deserve."

"We both will." I told him. Then hugging him pulled away and giving him a big smile that I hoped looked sincere said;

"Now I don't know about you but I'm tired, so why don't we cuddle up for the first time in your nice new bed and get some sleep?"

The smile Mark returned told me that he would be okay, that he understood. Hell maybe there wasn't anything on his end, maybe he was just trying to give me what I needed. The only thing I would know for sure is that I would never know. I untied and removed my shoes and we slid under the covers. As always I lied on my side and Mark curled up behind me, his arm around my waist and his face nuzzled into my neck.

"Sweet dreams my sister." Mark whispered in my ear.

"Good night my beautiful little brother." I replied softly then added; "I'm proud of you Mark, I really am."

Within minutes Mark's breathing became slower and deeper and I knew he was asleep. I closed my eyes but couldn't drift off, instead I felt them fill up with tears. Despite the fact that Mark was next to me I felt alone. My brother was the only one I felt right with and I would be seeing less and less of him, first the apartment, eventually other girls; Mark was going to move on and leave me behind. 

I laid there for awhile, then opening my eyes saw the bottle of champagne on the nightstand. After a couple of minutes I slid away from Mark and started to get up.

'You okay sis?" He asked.

"Yeah little brother, I'm fine, just have use the bathroom."

"Oh okay," He said, closing his eyes.

I reached out and gently stroked his cheek. Mark smiled and nuzzled deeper into the pillow. I continued to caress his face and in less than a minute he was asleep again. I stood up and grabbing the half empty bottle of champagne went into the bathroom. Closing the door behind me I put on the light and putting the seat down, sat on the edge of the toilet. Putting the bottle down I put my head in my hands and started to cry. 

All I wanted was someone I could be comfortable with, to be good to, whom I could let be good to me. Someone who would understand what I had gone through and how it affected me, who knew I was broken, but would love and want me anyways. Someone whose arms I could fall asleep and feel safe in. That's what I had wanted and I had found him, but in a cruel twist of fate the one person who was perfect for me was the one person I could never have.

I stopped crying and lifting my head up, I picked up the bottle of champagne and started to bring it to my lips. Seeing myself in the mirror I paused and lifting the bottle towards my reflection bitterly toasted what could never be.



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 23



Author's note;

Although this chapter will contain one more trip into the past; to the day following Mark and Megan's "Date", it begins back in the present.

Now because it has been awhile since we were in the present (Chapter 10) Here is a brief synopsis of what has gone on before.

Chapter's 1-3 Megan Hanson a successful artist from Chicago, is having a difficult time; strung out from long hours to make a deadline, battling an attack of insomnia, and also depressed over the end of yet another failed attempt at love Megan returns home to Providence to visit her brother, Mark Phillips, a high profile attorney and notorious lady killer. Megan and Mark are very close; in addition to being brother and sister, they are each other's best friends and have also been "Siblings with Benefits" for close to two decades. These 3 chapters cover Megan's "homecoming"

Chapter's 4-7- As the two relax on Mark's deck, Mark tells the story of how Megan took his virginity and the details of their first wild weekend together.

Chapter's 8-10 After Megan receives an offer to do some work for a wealthy client and finds out she will have to cut her visit short Mark surprises her by rather than continuing their usual hardcore sex games, taking her into his bedroom and after making love to her professes his love for her. Megan, unsure if he is serious or just trying to make her feel good, acts as if she were not taking it seriously and leaves him broken hearted. After a violent sexual encounter Megan decides they need a couple of days apart and goes to visit her parents where she finds her old journal and begins reading it.

Chapter's 11-22 All cover a six month period of time that shows the ups and downs of their bizarre relationship as well as Megan's growing issues with drugs and alcohol and Mark's rage issues.

Chapter 23-This chapter begins where ten left off with Megan in her old bedroom at her parents' house.

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I looked up from the journal with my eyes burning and my head racing. Putting the book upside down on the bed so it would stay open, I picked up my blackberry and saw that it was three am; I had been reading for close to four hours. Dropping the phone I rubbed at my eyes trying to stop them from stinging. I definitely had a better chance of reducing the discomfort there than I did with slowing down my mind which was now in overdrive.

When I had first entered my old bedroom and lied down I'd had the feeling that my brother and I had come full circle; now after reading the journal that thought was driven home even harder. The amazing thing was that I hadn't remembered that night at all. I am well aware that my mind has quite mercifully blocked out quite a few things from my "lost decade" as I commonly refer to the time period that my addiction held sway over me.

What I hadn't realized however was that, apparently, my mind had decided to "forget" things that happened even before that. Reading the journal had brought back those painful memories, of how needy, and selfish I had been in the months that had led up to that night in my brother's apartment where I had, using some sort of twisted logic, decided to cut my brother loose from his needy anchor of a sister.

It had also hurt to recall how I had betrayed my brother and ruined his chances with Krissy. Through my twelve step program I had been taught to not play the "what if" game, that it would only lead to feelings of remorse and guilt, feelings that in the past always had led me back into darkness. Tonight however I couldn't help it. Couldn't help but wonder how different Mark's and my lives could have been.

What if Mark had gotten back together with Krissy? Would sweet little Krissy have been enough to contain Mark's own growing darkness? Odds are probably not; even before I had gotten Mark into that fight with Jack he and Krissy had been on the way out. Mark was becoming cockier, flirting with any girl who looked his way, and had also been trying to push Krissy into the rough sex that he had been enjoying with his big sister.

Of course the biggest question flooding my mind was what if I had chosen differently on that amazing night? What if, instead of turning Mark's special night into another S&M session, I had given in and let my brother love me the way he had wanted to? Mark would have loved me that night the way he had this past Saturday night, when once again just to show how consistent I was, I threw it away again. This time however things were much more serious.

Back then Mark had been confused, not quite sure what was going on, just following my lead. On the other hand this past Saturday it was pretty obvious that my brother had known exactly what he wanted, and to make it even worse, this time I let him go through with making love to me, before breaking his heart. To think I had been complaining that night that no one had ever made love to me before and I could have had it almost twenty years ago when...

I stopped and cocked my head and once again, like earlier today, I had the feeling that I had experienced that before, but couldn't quite picture it. This time, instead of letting the thought drift away, I focused on it; and had an image of my brother over me, moving slowly and gently, a look of love in his eyes, that same look that I had just read about. I frowned as the image slipped away, when had it been? Mark hadn't appeared to be that young, yet it certainly hadn't been recently. 

I shook my head and went back to my original thought of, what if I had let Mark continue? How different would things have been if back then we had decided to become a couple? Would my brother's love have been enough to keep me from sinking further into addiction? On one hand I thought probably, as it was Tommy who had first gotten me to try coke, and I only went with him because I wanted to put distance between Mark and myself; wanting Mark to see that I had someone and wouldn't be lonely.

Unable to stop myself I continued down that path, thinking of all the pain and suffering I had put myself and my family through. Could it have all been avoided? And not just the pain I had caused my parents and brother, but Tommy himself. Tommy had spent years in and out of my life, and I had treated him like shit, like a pet rather than a lover. Near the end however, when I had managed to stay sober for six months and it seemed like I would be okay once and for all Tommy had professed his love to me and proposed. I accepted even though there was a part of me that knew I wasn't in love with him.

Still, I had moved in with him and even avoided sex with Mark, well more accurately Mark stayed away from it out of respect for the fact I was now wearing a ring. On that note I was hit with another wave of sadness as it had been fairly easy for Mark to not sleep with me as I had done a lot of damage to our relationship over the previous ten years. In the end I fell off the wagon again, no that wasn't true I jumped off the wagon unable to deal with the endless emptiness I felt. Even after that Tommy wanted me to stay, at that point strung out on coke I deliberately broke his heart by...

I shook my head and immediately backed away from that thought. What I had done to Tommy in the end had led to the worst time of my life and I wouldn't, or more accurately could not go down that path. As I took a few long deep breaths to clear my head I remembered what my program, as well as my therapist had taught me; that as an addict I always blamed myself. Trust me, I am well aware that most of the pain I had caused was my fault, but it was that mentality that had kept it going. For years stuck in the vicious circle of addiction and guilt. First I would clean up for a while then as I looked around and saw the pain I had caused I would feel terrible and eventually in order to ease that pain go right back to the solace of alcohol and drugs.

Back then even when I was sober I never felt as if I was worthy of the people in my life, that I somehow didn't deserve their love or kindness. I did this for years until my brother, on the darkest day of my life had somehow convinced me otherwise. I say somehow because I couldn't seem to completely remember how.

"Stop it!" I said aloud.

This time I meant it, enough of going down that path. The reality was I had made the right decision all those years ago. I probably hadn't gone about it the right way, but I had done the right thing. I had definitely made the right move for Mark. I was right in thinking I would have brought him down. I had wanted to feel as if life had cheated me by putting that perfect man in my life and making it so I couldn't have him.

The fact was I had made it so I couldn't have him. I let Mark go because I was going downhill and quickly. My brother could never have stopped me. Mark had been by my side for months at that point and I was still drinking and getting worse. The bottom line was that I controlled my brother, no matter if he thought I should or shouldn't if I wanted to do it Mark would let me. As a matter of fact there were many times that Mark and I would go out of town and party together, just to be able to enjoy each other out in the open and I would do coke right in front of him. Once again however I was just looking at it from the point of view of it being my entire fault. 

There was something else that would have gotten in the way; because what no one, not even myself knew was that my brother had been sick back then. Mark knew, he had always known, but part of what made him sick also made him not tell anyone, even his big sister. In the defense of everyone around him, my parents, myself, even Krissy, it was hard to picture anything wrong with Mark besides his temper, because he functioned at such a high level. Succeeding at everything he did. It wouldn't be until a few months after the Max incident that I would find out the secret that my brother had kept for years; that he had inherited our father's curse.

Just as there are many things I had done in the past that we have vowed not to talk about, Mark and I never discuss his condition. To this day Mark has kept himself in check through medication, but every once in awhile an extreme amount of stress could cause him to start to lose his grip on things. Stressful situations like his selfish big sister breaking his heart. On that note I found myself worrying about him. Although his medication was supposed to repress it, Mark's still very active temper was a testament to how much rage my brother still contained within himself. 

Yesterday was as worked up as I had seen him in a long time, and although I had been a good big sister and taken one for the team by letting him all but rape me in the shower, the next stage for Mark would be depression and I'm sure even now he was probably lying there awake, humiliated and in pain. I had said we would need a couple of days apart but I would have to see him at some point tomorrow, make sure he was okay.

I sighed heavily, this was why I had moved, these little trips down memory lane were never good for me. I had thought the first part of the journal would be light hearted and fun; just some dirty little stories that, at the worst, would end with me playing with myself. Instead I had awoken those feelings of guilt and shame by reading about how I had lied to my parents to save Mark from the trouble I had caused in the first place, about how my mother had tried so hard to help me. On that note I reached up and held the locket, that to this day I still wore all the time to remind me that no how bad I felt, or what I may have done in the past that there were people who loved me. I narrowed my eyes as I swear that I could hear my brother's voice saying that to me. I rubbed at my eyes again. I had slept very little Saturday night and here it was after three am, and, although tired, I was still wired for sound. Reaching down I picked up the journal planning on tossing it onto the nightstand. Instead I found myself opening it again and looking down at the page after I had left off. It was dated two days after the night that my brother had taken me out for that amazing night. I stared at the page telling myself that at this point I didn't need to read anymore, but at the same time although I thought I knew what I had done that day after to free my brother, I had forgotten so much. With a feeling of resignation I once again leaned back against the pillows and, bringing the journal up, began to read.

      Mark's apartment, the morning after.

I opened my eyes to find myself face to face with the large goat's head of Mark's Baphomet tattoo staring me in the face. The sight of the image in my half asleep state startled me, causing me to flinch back. I let out a breath and rolled my eyes at how stupid I felt. I lifted my head and glancing around the room to get my bearings and realized where I was. 

I was lying with my brother in his bed, in his apartment. I shook my head at the thought; my little brother had his own place now. I noticed the bedroom door was wide open which gave me a thrill. No more locking the doors, no more trying to be quiet, and most importantly no more having to get dressed when we were finished or one of us having to get up and go into their own room. 

On that happy note I put my head back down and once again looked at my brother's colorful, extremely well muscled back. Mark was lying on his stomach and I let my eyes wander down his back to where the sheet stopped just above his ass. I had been lying there on my side with my left hand resting on his shoulder. I smiled at how good my long red nails and ivory skin looked against my brother's tanned, heavily tattooed arm. Even sexier than that was the feel of my left leg, which was under the covers, draped over his.

Normally Mark and I fell asleep with me on my side and him cuddled up behind me and last night had been no exception. However after I had gotten up last night to finish the bottle of champagne and cry over what I realized could never be, I had come back to bed and decided to curl up behind Mark. With a sigh I carefully laid my head back down on his back and snuggled up even closer to him. I could feel my left tit pressing into his back and the heat of my pussy against his leg.

As I lied there enjoying the incredible feeling of my body wrapped around my brother's, I found myself thinking again about last night. This of course immediately led to my eyes filling up as it occurred to me that lying here like this was just another tease, that I could certainly enjoy this whenever I wanted to, but in order to be fair to Mark, could never enjoy it all the time. Then again I thought to myself, why couldn't I?

Last night I had told Mark that although I loved him dearly it was as my brother, that the sex between us just that; a hot little taboo that we both enjoyed, a dirty little secret that had us laughing at everyone as we broke one of nature's oldest laws. There was more to it of course. Mark and I also knew that it was more than just sex, it was also the comfort that we shared, and no matter how bad either of us felt, being in each other's arms made it better. Neither of us ever had nightmares when we together or had yet to meet anyone else who could make us feel that way. 

Regardless, the two of us could never be more to each other(;). I had made that rule way back when we had started that "All the time" could never work for a variety of reasons and besides there would be someone out there for each of us that would be able to make us feel that way and we would never be able to find them if we were always together. I had been afraid of breaking Mark's heart last night but he seemed okay about it, saying he was just trying to take care of me and give me what I needed. I had told him I appreciated it but would find it eventually. 

Now lying here, absolutely loving the way we felt together, and not only that, but in a place that I could come anytime and enjoy with no worries, I found myself hedging. I could tell Mark that maybe I was wrong; maybe we could try to spend more time together and see what happened. Mark would be okay with that as well, I knew he would because he was always okay with anything his big sister wanted. 

On that note the sadness came back, that was the entire point; Mark would do whatever I wanted. Last night I had been right; my brother had a hell of a future in front of him and all I would do was either hold him back or, if we were ever found out, flat out lose it for him. I knew that it was all up to me. Mark was as strong willed as they came, he was smart, disciplined, and flat out stubborn as hell; he did what he chose and took what he wanted.

Unless of course it involved his big sister Megan, then Mark took whatever I wanted or, more appropriately, allowed himself to be taken by her. The truth was that Mark was totally enthralled by me and would go along with anything I said or did. My drinking was a perfect example; he knew I shouldn't and had even tried stopping me. All it took was for me to tell him that if he didn't help me get something that he wouldn't be allowed in my bed anymore and he had gone out and gotten me a bottle. 

I had all but bullied him into fucking me at Mitch's the night that I had betrayed him by lying to Krissy and even after finding out that I had done that he had forgiven me. Mark had zero tolerance for everyone else, yet I could do no wrong and for the last couple of months had taken full advantage of it. Looking at the last couple of years I could easily see where I had that sway over him.

When Mark had first come to live with us I was the only one he would speak to, the only person he trusted. Two years later I would also walk into his room and become his first lover. At first I had felt a little guilty, thinking that I really was a sick puppy and had talked Mark into doing it, a few days later however Mark would admit to me that he had been fantasizing about his sexy big sister for quite awhile and I had made it real for him. Between owning his trust as well as being the object of his every desire, and lately the very willing participant in his sick little sex games, Mark was putty in my hand. 

I sighed, no it had to end. Lying there I started idly tickling my nails across Mark's back. Despite my melancholy thoughts I couldn't help but smile when Mark made that cute little cooing noise in his sleep as I caressed his back. As I began to slowly trace the tattooed letters of "Lex Talionis" on his back I knew that I would have to take last night one step further. I had told Mark that we wouldn't be more, but until Mark felt I was "okay" he would still give me his full attention. 

Still rubbing Mark's back it occurred to me how I could do it. It wouldn't be hard at all and who knew? Maybe in the end it would even work out for us. Although in my mind any man after my brother would be settling. In the meantime, I thought as I continued to smile at Mark's adorable little noises, my brother deserved a proper good morning on his first full day in his new place. 

"Hmmm." Mark sighed. "That feels nice."

Sliding up a little further I leaned my head over and, after kissing him on the neck, whispered;

"Good morning little brother, have a nice night last night?"

"Anytime I wake up with my hot sister it must have been a great night." He replied.

"Yeah, but this is a special morning Mark," I said. "Your first morning in your nice new place."

As I spoke I trailed my hand down his back and slid it under the covers.

"I know ," Mark began. "Isn't it... ohhh damn." 

Mark moaned out as my hand reached down between his legs and started rubbing his balls. Mark let out a deep sigh as I kept playing and started kissing his back while sitting up enough that he could feel my hard left nipple also going across his back. I still had my leg draped over his and as I began to rock my hips back and forth I could feel my already wet pussy sliding along his thigh. Removing my hand from between my brother's legs I pulled at his shoulder;




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 23



"Why don't you roll over and let you nasty big sister really say good morning to you."

Mark didn't have to be told twice, rolling over onto his back and kicking the sheet off to expose his incredible cock, which was already standing at attention in anticipation of his big sister's very eager mouth. I sat up and, after first bending over to give Mark a long passionate kiss, put one of my hands over to the other side of him and began to slide my tits back and forth across his face, keeping them just low enough that my nipples would graze his outstretched tongue, but high enough that he couldn't get them in his mouth.

"Don't tease sis!" Mark groaned as he tried to put his head up and catch my right nipple.

"Oh trust me Mark, your big sister is no tease."

With that I turned around on the bed and, getting on my hands and knees, grabbed Mark's throbbing cock in my hand and started slowly stroking it. Mark gasped and a second later I did as well in surprised delight as Mark had immediately slipped two fingers into my sopping wet pussy. I groaned again as a moment later his thumb found my swollen clit and started gently rubbing it in slow circles. 

"Oh, you are soooo good to your big sister." I moaned.

Well one good turn deserved another so with no further hesitation I lowered my head down and, taking Mark's dripping prick into my mouth, began with deliberate slowness to work its amazing length inch by inch down into my mouth.

"Oh goddamn that feels good!" Mark whispered as my mouth reached the base of his shaft.

Mark groaned loudly as keeping his cock buried in my hot mouth I reached around and once again started massaging his balls. 

"Hmmm mmm." I encouraged as Mark started slowly pumping his hips up into my face.

Pulling my mouth off of his cock I told him;

"Go ahead little brother; fuck your nasty girl's throat."

With that I put my mouth over his cock and held it still. Taking his cue Mark started thrusting his hips higher and faster than he had been, causing his cock to slide in and out of my soft full lips and into my more than willing mouth. I let out a soft moan, as between the sensation of Mark's hard cock sliding down my throat and his thumb working my clit, it was quickly becoming a very good morning. 

"Damn your pussy looks hot sis." Mark breathed out.

"Yeah little brother," I asked popping his cock back out of my mouth. "Then why don't you get a closer look!"

Sitting up with my back to Mark, I quickly swung my right leg across his chest so I was straddling him and, after sliding my wet pussy back across his stomach, worked my legs under his arms and, bending, let my weight go onto his chest so that my pussy was directly into his face. I let out a loud yelp of pleasure as Mark instantly plunged his tongue into my already slippery slit. Mark pumped his tongue in and out rapidly and I let out another moan, which was drowned out by his as I had grabbed his cock and started rapidly jerking it off. 

I once again took Mark's huge prick into my mouth, but rather than letting him fuck my mouth again I began sucking him up and down, taking him all the way with each long slurp of my talented mouth. I moaned around his cock as Mark's tongue found my clit and started swirling around it. A moment later I pulled his cock out of my mouth and squealed as he pushed his tongue into my tight little ass.

"Oh look at you!" I exclaimed. "Oh you naughty boy, tonguing your sister's ass."

Mark's tongue dipped back to my clit, but as soon as it left my ass it was replaced with one of his fingers, causing me to let out a long groan as in that position his finger slid deep inside of the one spot I swore I would never let anything ever go. But just as I held my brother's complete trust, he had mine and I knew he would never go too far. Turning my head I began to suck his cock again, but this time I was neither playing nor teasing, this time I was going fast and hard, deep throating his huge cock then immediately slurping all the way back up to the tip.

My brother let out one of those adorable little whimpers as his big sister continued to blow him like it was a competition. In a way it was, as between his finger in my ass and his sucking my clit in and out of his mouth I could feel my thighs beginning to tremble and the first hint of an orgasm building deep in my loins. I started rocking my hips back and forth against my brother's face as I started to whimper around his cock, telling him I was getting close.

Mark's grabbed the back of my head and started pulling my face up and down by my hair while slamming his cock in and out of my throat. I squealed around his cock as him brutally fucking my face was getting me even closer to cumming. Taking my hand I started tickling Mark's balls lightly with my nails. I was rewarded with another of those cute little whimpers and Mark began gasping with each thrust into his big sister's mouth. Mark's hand left the back of my head and, after sliding it between our bodies, found my left nipple and immediately gave it a hard twist.

I went off like a rocket; squealing loudly around Mark's cock and bucking my hips wildly back into his face as wave after wave of intense pleasure flowed through my body. Making it even better was, at my first squeal my brother's cock erupted, sending a huge load of hot cum shooting into his nasty sister's mouth. Mark's cock continued to twitch, sending spurt after spurt of sticky cum into my mouth, there was so much that I could feel some of it drooling out of the corners of my mouth and down his shaft. 

Mark moaned loudly as being the good big sister that I was I slurped down the length of his cock, cleaning up every last drop of his delicious cum. I wasn't the only one that had gotten a mouthful either as with one final gasp and spasm of my hips I felt my pussy gush into my brother's face. Mark moaned again and, as I had done, I could feel his tongue flicking around my pussy, lapping up his big sister's sweet nectar. 

I removed Mark's dripping cock from my mouth and, with a loud sigh, let my head rest on his sweaty thigh. Mark gently slid his finger from my ass and, after giving it a playful slap that got a surprised yelp from me, let his own body relax, slumping back into the bed. I was still lying on top of him and I could feel the beating if his heart against my stomach. With a groan I rolled off of him and somehow found the strength to sit up and look at him.

"I repeat," I said smiling. "Good morning little brother!"

"Damn." Mark said, his eyes closed.

We were silent for a couple of minutes and I wondered if he wanted to go back to sleep when his eyes popped open and with a big smile he looked at me and said;

"You know sis, we have one more thing to break in."

"What?" I asked.

Mark's answer was to roll out of bed and before I could react, lean over and, grabbing me around the shoulders and under my knees, swung me up into his strong arms as if I were weightless. I laughed like a little kid and as always Mark flashed me that beautiful little kid smile of his own and said; 

"I love that laugh sis."

And I love you I thought to myself, but managed another smile and finished our little ritual;

"And I love that smile Mark."

Mark winked at me then carried me into the bathroom. Of course, I thought happily; the shower. The shower in the bathroom wasn't big, not much more than a stand up, but that was fine with us. The shower had always been my all time favorite and to me, the closer I was to my brother's wet soapy flesh the better. We stayed and played for well over a half hour; taking turns soaping and rinsing each other off and taking our time shampooing the other's hair. 

Of course what would be the point of getting clean together if we didn't end up getting dirty again? When Mark had finished rinsing my hair I dropped to my knees and, taking his wet and already hard cock into my mouth, took my time sucking him in nice and slow as his hands ran through my long wet hair. Mark's hands left my hair to reach down and start gently toying with my nipples. I moaned around his cock then, unable to wait anymore, stood up and, turning around, and placing my hands against the tiled wall, pointed my ass at Mark. 

Mark stepped right up to me and, after grabbing my hips, angled his huge dick up and into my squeaky clean pussy. We both let out soft moans as Mark started slowly pumping himself in and out of my pussy, which was now wet from much more than just the water. I closed my eyes and sighed in pleasure, the hot water, the steam and of course my brother's incredible cock pounding into me, could it get any better than this? It could be all the time, was the thought that came to mind, but I quickly pushed it away. Looking over my shoulder I told Mark;

"Come on little brother! I'm not going to break, go ahead and fuck your big sister, give it to her the way you know she wants it!"

Mark gave me a nasty little smirk and, squeezing my hips tightly, reared back and began slamming the shit out of me. I cried out as Mark drove his massive cock into my tight little pussy, then moaned in pleasure as, letting go of my left hip, Mark's hand reached down and around to find my clit.

"Oh yeah! Oh little brother that is sooo nice!"

Mark's response was to somehow find a way to start fucking me even harder, his thumb blurred across my clit moving faster and faster to match the rhythm of his hips. I moaned and leaned further against the wall as I could feel my legs start to shake. Mark took his other hand from my hip and, with no warning, shoved a finger into my ass. That sent me over the edge, with a wail that echoed throughout the small shower, I began slamming my hips back into Mark's cock as my second orgasm of the morning poured through me.

As my pussy contracted around it, my brother's cock suddenly exploded, sending a river of hot cum deep up inside of me. I groaned and squealed as I bucked my hips and my legs threatened to give. All the while my brother continued to paint the inside of his sister's pussy with an enormous amount of cum. With a long shuddering moan Mark emptied the last of his cum into me and pulled out to lean against the shower wall.

With an effort I stood straight up and also leaned against the wall. Mark shut the water off and, stepping out, wrapped himself in a towel, then held one out for me. With a laugh I stepped into it and let him wrap it around me. Once he had wrapped me, Mark's arms stayed around my waist holding me from behind. Leaning in he kissed my neck and whispered in my ear;

"I'll never forget this sis, our first time here."

I put my head down and nodded so he wouldn't see me tear up.

A few minutes later we were sitting in his living room, I was on the couch dressed in a pair of jeans and a red sox t-shirt and Mark was sitting across from me in the armchair wearing just a pair of jeans. We were both smoking, sharing the ashtray on the coffee table and, as Mark took a long drag and sat back, I shook my head at how fucking sexy my brother was. His muscular chest and perfect six pack stomach, never mind those arms.

"So you want to go to breakfast?" He asked.

"Sure," I told him leaning forward to put out the cigarette. "But let me pay okay? I can't imagine what last night cost."

"No that's okay sis I..." Mark paused and picking up his wallet off the table looked in it. Grinning he said; "Okay maybe breakfast will be on you."

I laughed then Mark asked;

"So what do you want to do tonight?"

"Tonight?" I asked. "Aren't you working?"

Mark smiled.

"No that was the last of my surprise, I took tonight off and Mitch's is closed tomorrow. I cleared the whole weekend for us sis."

For us I thought. Leaning forward I picked up the pack and quickly lit another cigarette, what I wished I was picking up was a drink. The fact that there was a fully loaded bar downstairs had already occurred to me, but I would never ask my brother to do that. As I looked at Mark I realized that there could be no more stalling, I would have to act now.

"Well you know Mark I made plans for tonight."

"You did?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I'm going to go out with Tommy tonight. We're going to go to dinner and from there..." I smirked. "Well hey who knows, he is pretty cute."

"Tommy?" Mark asked. "I thought you didn't want to, I mean you went out a few weeks ago and said..." "Yeah I know Mark." I began, hoping I would sound convincing. "But I was going through a tough time and wasn't sure." I smiled at him. "But someone helped me out with that and I feel much better about things now."

"You do?"

"I do Mark," I continued the lie. "And you know what Mark? Tommy's a nice guy, he's cute, he's sweet and he really seems like he likes me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah Mark and best thing is, he's really laid back. I mean you know my problems and Tommy's not a grabby little kid or a macho jerk like Jack. When we went out he held my hand and gave me a kiss good night and that was it, no groping, no how about my place, he was sweet."

"Okay sis." Mark said although I could see he was disappointed. "If that's what you want then I don't want to stop you, I just wish I'd known, I wouldn't have taken the night off." He stopped then asked;

"You're sure your okay though? I mean. you kept saying you were getting really bad with guys."

"I'll be okay Mark." I said smiling reassuringly at him. "Besides like I said, Tommy's really nice, I don't think he'd ever be pushy with me."

At that I got up and, going over, sat on his lap.

"Better not be," Mark said as he put his arm around my waist. "I heard your little brother's pretty protective."

"No Mark," I said laughing. "The word on the street about you is you're fucking crazy, get it straight."

"Oh." Mark said doing his best to look offended. "That's not nice."

I laughed again, amazed at how good I was doing with this. Maybe I was doing the right thing after all. I wrapped my arm around Mark's shoulders and, after kissing his cheek, went for the other half of my plan.

"You know Mark," I began, swinging my legs all the way onto his lap and gently caressing his chest with my fingernails. "What you could do tonight is invite a certain smoking hot little redheaded bartender up here after she gets off." 

"Cynthia?" Mark asked.

"Why not Mark? She's sweet, she's hot, and little brother?" I smiled at him. "She has wanted you for months."

"I don't know Meg..."

"Oh come on Mark, you haven't been with anyone since Krissy, well besides me anyways, so go for it." I shrugged.

"I mean you had your big sister in your new bed first, as it should be. But now you tell Cynthia that you're all moved in and ready for a little house warming party." I leaned over and whispered in his ear;

"She wants you bad Mark, she's told me, used to ask me to talk to you for her." I playfully nibbled his ear then added; "She'll do anything for you little brother, anything."

Mark nodded then began to smile.

"Cyn, is hot isn't she?"

"Oooh," I cooed. "Cyn, that's sexy Mark I like it." I grinned.

"You know she doesn't let anyone else call her that right?"

Mark's smile broadened and I continued.

"Tell you what little brother, it'll be like when you were with Krissy and I had someone, I'll have some fun with Tommy, you get a hell of a night with your hot little bartender, and how about I come over Monday to help you unpack and I'll spend the night?"

"Yeah?" Mark asked. "You'll come over again?"

"Of course!" I kissed him quickly on the lips. "Mark I am going to love staying over here! I promise I'll come over a couple of nights a week okay? We just can't all the time little brother, just like when we started." I paused. "No one can catch us up here, but we don't want to look to funny either Mark. I mean Tommy and Cynthia have been on us for awhile and we just keep pretending there's someone else, we need to watch out that's all."

"I guess you're right." Mark said nodding. Then looking at me said. "I'm sure Cyn will be fun, but you're always going to be my favorite sis." Before I could respond Mark gave me a long lingering kiss, during which every part of me wanted to call this whole thing off, to stay in his arms and tell him it's where I belonged. When the kiss finished however I simply looked at him and, smiling, said; 

"That's right little brother, your big sister is the best pussy you'll ever have and don't you ever forget it." 

For breakfast I took Mark out to T's which, although crowded, was worth the wait as it was a special place for the two of us. When my parents had first begun to talk to the social worker about Mark coming to live with us, we would pick him up at the group home for short visits. The first time had been a Saturday morning and we had come here, my parents had surprised me by getting their own table, letting us sit alone and get "reacquainted" as Mom had put it.

Since then I liked to come here with him once in awhile, as a reminder of our reunion. Like this morning breakfast was bittersweet; Mark was now excited about his upcoming night with Cynthia, and spent a good part of the meal talking about her and how sexy she was and how he couldn't wait to see what she'd be like. This was the sweet part I suppose, as he was showing no remorse over not spending tonight with his big sister. The bitter? Well that he wasn't sad about not being with me! I kept repeating the mantra of "it was what was best for us", but it was getting real old real quick.

I have to say I felt a sense of relief when Mark dropped me off back at home. I had asked him where he was going and he said the gym, and then added with a big smile back to "his place". I smiled and once again told him how proud I was of him. I was, however, glad he wasn't coming in, as at least with him gone for the day I could try to clear my head and stop feeling sorry for myself. On that note the first thing I did once I was home was go upstairs and call Tommy. 

I didn't get an answer at his apartment so I tried his pager. Tommy called me back within five minutes and I asked him if his offer of anytime was still good. I have to say the genuine excitement in Tommy's voice as he told me that he would be thrilled to take me out did make me feel good. Tommy told me that it was good timing because he had just gotten invited to a great party on the east side and it didn't start until nine. so there was plenty of time for dinner.

I asked him to pick me up around seven and hung up feeling a little better about things. Maybe this really would be good for me; I had meant what I said to Mark, Tommy was really sweet and very laid back, which is what I needed. Not only that but at this point Tommy had been coming around for a couple of months and although we'd only gone out on one official date he had spent a lot of time at Mitch's with me, just drinking and talking.

One night I had been pretty down and had somehow gotten into talking about my past, not in graphic detail but enough that Tommy had a good idea of what I had gone through. He was sympathetic, and had made the comment that if I was ever to give him a chance then all "that stuff" as he put it, would be up to me. As far as he was concerned he liked me for me and anything else could wait. 

That had made me feel really good, and had I not been in the middle of fantasizing about my brother being my boyfriend it might have gotten Tommy a piece of this nasty girl right then and there, as hearing a guy tell me I would be in charge had sent an immediate surge through my pussy. After all the only issue I had with sex with anyone besides my brother was wondering when I would get nervous or scared, if I was truly the one calling the shots so to speak, neither of those things could happen.

After I talked to Tommy I went downstairs and ran into Mom and Dad in the parlor. Mom immediately asked about last night and of course I had to go into more lies. Running into Ginny last night had taken away the simple story of a double date, so I told them that we were supposed to meet Mark's girlfriend and her friend at Donatello's, but when we got there the maître'd had a message that there was a problem and they couldn't make it. Mark and I were already there so we had dinner and had some fun dancing.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 23



Mom had immediately turned to my father and said wasn't that nice her kids had gotten to Donatello's before she had. In order to stave off that impending argument I did tell mom that I had found out that Mark's mystery girl was Cynthia, and that Mark hadn't wanted anyone to know right away because he didn't want people to think he had been seeing her while he was still with Krissy. Mom had shaken her head and said that she would have never have thought that; Mark loved Krissy too much too ever cheat on her with another girl. In my mind I added unless that girl was his big sister. My father's sole contribution to the conversation was;

"I knew she'd be hot."

I was on my way out of the room when dad asked the inevitable question of where I was last night. Rolling my eyes at having to tell yet another lie, I told him that Mark and I had gotten back down to this end late and had gone to Mitch's for a drink. Betty was there and Cynthia had ended up working, seeing as she couldn't make it up to the restaurant, so I decided to stay at Betty's rather than have Mark take me home before going to Cynthia's. Dad had rolled his eyes and said he wished I wouldn't hang around with her, at which point I shrugged and walked away wondering if he'd rather know that I had spent last night in my brother's bed sucking his cock. Megan, I thought as I went upstairs, you really are a sick puppy.

Tommy arrived right at seven and came to the door. I tried to rush him out but he insisted on coming in and meeting Mom and Dad. Mom of course was thrilled and I have to say that even Dad didn't seem to see anything in Tommy to warrant one of his smartass remarks. Tommy was even smart enough to wait until we had gotten in his car to tell me how damn hot I looked. I was wearing a short black skirt and red blouse that at the moment was unbuttoned to reveal the lacey black tank top underneath. 

I gave Tommy a kiss and with a wink told him the blouse was only for dinner, it would come off for the party. Tommy smiled and nodded and I found myself once again thinking how sweet he was. I have no doubt that Jack, or most guys in general, would have come out with "and what else is coming off". Enjoying the fact that he didn't, I leaned over and whispered in his ear that if he was lucky maybe more would come off back at his place.

To my absolute delight Tommy blushed and said that he had been thinking about me for a long time now and it wasn't nice to tease. With a wink I gave him my best crooked smile and asked;

"Who says I'm teasing?"

Dinner was excellent. The two of us chatted away completely comfortable with each other. Tommy talked about the courses he would be taking come the fall and how his father was talking about letting him start to work in the office part time to begin learning the ropes. As he talked I had the depressing feeling that, like Mark, here was someone else who just seemed to have their shit together and I was a mess. I quickly put those feelings behind me, determined to have a good night, hell my brother was going to so why shouldn't I? I have to admit that the three glasses of wine I'd had went a long way towards keeping my spirits high. 

After dinner I asked Tommy if we could stop at Mitch's. Tommy asked why I would want to; we went there all the time. We had stopped at a red light and leaning over I gently kissed his lips then turning his head, not only kissed his neck but gave it a playful lick before whispering in his ear;

"Please baby? I'll be ever so grateful."

Tommy turned to look at me and before he could speak I flashed him another huge smile and batting my eyes repeated;

"Please?"

Tommy looked at me and, sighing, said;

"You know I may regret saying this, but Megan, with that smile you can get anything you want."

"Oooo," I cooed and, once again leaning into his ear, said;

"And with answers like that you might just get anything you want baby."

The reason I wanted to go to Mitch's, well besides the fact that maybe I was a born masochist, was that I wanted to make sure my brother hadn't gotten cold feet and had said something to Cynthia. When we got there Mark was indeed there, but was playing pool with a couple of the bikers and didn't see Tommy and I come in. Going over to the bar I waved Cynthia over. As she approached I shook my head at what my brother would hopefully be unwrapping later; Cynthia was wearing a one piece black sundress that was so short that I don't think she could even sit down in it, and that her tits were all but falling out of. Capping this off was a pair of knee high four inch stiletto heeled boots that something told me my brother would be more than happy to let her leave on.

"Hey Megan," She said coming over. As she reached me she looked over at Tommy, who had stopped a couple of feet from the bar to talk to someone he knew. "Wow, you're finally giving him a chance?" 

"Yeah," I answered. "I guess he's paid his dues." With a wink I added; 

"Maybe I'll even take him for a test drive."

Cynthia laughed and asked what I wanted to drink.

"Nothing, hon." I told her. Then leaning over asked quietly;

"Actually Cynthia I came by to be nosy. I was just wondering if..." I gave her a mischievous smile. "A certain very sexy bartender had received a chance of her own tonight."

Cynthia gave me a huge smile that told me that Mark had indeed followed through.

"Well," She said smirking. "A certain other sexy bartender may have mentioned something about wanting to celebrate his new place."

I laughed and nodded.

"Good," Then shrugging said. "Not much of a first date, but hey."

"Are you kidding?" Cynthia asked. "Megan I've wanted your brother for so long I'd settle for hey ho, let's go."

I laughed again.

"Yeah well that's what I've been telling him hon, you've been interested for awhile so he should make a move because there's a lot of guys who wouldn't mind the chance."

"Thanks Megan." Cynthia said. "For putting a word in for me."

Cynthia started to turn but I grabbed her arm and as she turned to me said quietly;

"You can thank me by being good to my brother Cynthia." I paused to nod in the direction of the pool table where Mark, still with his back to us, was making a show of spinning the pool stick like it was a staff. "Mark really is a lot sweeter than he lets on."

Cynthia put her hand over mine and giving me a knowing smile said;

"Trust me Megan I know he is. The guy spends his nights off down here studying so I'm not here alone with these idiots." She leaned over and, speaking almost directly in my ear, added; "I really like Mark, Megan, and not because he's hot, but because he is sweet underneath all that bullshit he slings. So don't worry, I'll take good care of your brother."

"Thanks Cynthia." I told her.

Cynthia gave me a wink then went down the other end to wait on someone. Once again that wave of mixed emotions came over me. Well it was too late now; Mark had followed his big sister's advice and set himself up for not just a nice night, but maybe a lot more than that. I was mercifully drawn out of those thoughts by Tommy coming up behind me and, after slipping his arms around my waist, whispered in my ear;

"Hey hot stuff, you ready to go have a good time?"

Turning in his arms I wrapped my own around his neck and after giving him a long kiss told him;

"Baby I am sooo ready for a good time."

The party turned out to be more than a good time; it was exactly what I needed. We arrived around nine thirty and the second we walked in, one of Tommy's friends came over with a tray of shot glasses full of tequila, and within minutes I was standing in the middle of a crowd of people with a beer in one hand and a joint in the other. I have no idea who was actually hosting the party, but the house was huge and the party wasn't just upstairs but in the basement as well.

Tommy seemed to know everyone there, and once again demonstrating how sweet he was, asked me if he could introduce me as his girlfriend. I was feeling better than good by that point and told him of course, after all I was wasn't I? Tommy flashed me one of his own big smiles that were so much like my own in the sense that you couldn't see it and not want to smile back. Taking me by the hand Tommy brought me around to meet a bunch of his friends and then introduced me to his older sister Michelle, who was more than thrilled to meet me as apparently Tommy had been talking about me for awhile now. 

The night became a blur as between the shots, the beer, and the pot I was getting beyond buzzed. Tommy took me downstairs where the entire finished basement had been cleared out and people were dancing. Taking him by the hand I pulled him out into the middle of the floor and started putting on a show worthy of Cynthia at Mitch's, grinding my ass into Tommy and spinning around wildly, letting my hair fly and flipping up my skirt to give Tommy, as well as any other guy watching, a good look at my lacey black panties.

After a few dances I started to get dizzy and sat down on a small couch in the corner. Tommy had gone upstairs to get us a couple more beers and as I sat I looked up and saw that it was eleven forty five. Mitch's closed at eleven which meant that Mark and Cynthia were already upstairs. Closing my eyes against the spinning of the room, my mind was flooded with images, a play by play of what my brother would be doing. I envisioned Cynthia down on her knees in front of my brother sucking the cock that she had waited months to get a taste of. I saw Mark returning the favor, lying between Cynthia's tanned thighs, her legs, still in her fuck me boots, draped over his shoulders.

Tommy came back and not only brought beer, but also another joint. If he had asked me a few minutes ago if I'd wanted more I would have said no, but after picturing Mark with Cynthia, I wasn't going to say no to anything that would make me feel better. Unfortunately now that those thoughts had started they were hard to stop. At twelve fifteen I had the vivid image of Cynthia riding Mark, her huge tits hanging in his face and by twelve thirty Mark was fucking her doggy style.

Finally at around one Tommy asked me if I was ready to go home. We were sitting on a small couch upstairs at the time and, as I looked at him, I realized that the last thing I wanted was to spend tonight alone knowing that my brother wasn't. I was drunk, high as a kite and ready to try to move past the thought of Mark being mine and mine alone. Looking at Tommy I smiled and, leaning over so he would get a good view of my tits down my skimpy tank top, asked;

"And is that where you really want to take me Tommy?"

"Well no I guess not." He laughed.

"Well then let's go back to your place," I told him and with a wink added; "I'm all yours baby."

Tommy took me by the hand and we left with him barely saying goodbye to any of his friends. We got into his car and, as we drove down the highway, I saw the exit for Mitch's coming up and asked if we could go by there again.

"But they close at eleven Megan." He told me.

"I know." I told him. "I just want to see something, it'll only take a minute."

Tommy rolled his now bloodshot eyes at me, but I leaned over and giving his cock a quick squeeze through his pants said;

"Please baby? I'll make it up to you, I promise." After I said that I opened my mouth and slowly licked my lips.

Tommy cut across the highway just in time to make the exit and, after driving a couple of block, Mitch's came up on our right.

"See?" Tommy said. "They're closed."

"Drive around back for a sec." I told him.

Tommy shrugged and, turning the corner, came around to the small parking lot behind the bar. Mark's Lesabre was there and parked next to it was Cynthia's little red mazda.

"Why are they still here?" Tommy asked.

"Mark moved in upstairs this weekend." I said quietly.

"Oh." Tommy said then laughing continued. "Well I guess Cynthia wanted to help him break the place in huh?" He shook his head. "I always knew they were hooking up."

"No," I said. "Tonight's their first night together."

Tommy said something else but I was no longer listening. Looking up at the window that I knew was Mark's bedroom I could see the flickering of candlelight. I closed my eyes and had the final image of their evening in my mind; Mark lying on his back sleeping peacefully and Cynthia cuddled up next to him, a satisfied smile on her face as she lied with the man that she had wanted for months. I opened my eyes and looking at Tommy gave him what I hoped was a sincere smile and said.

"Come on Tommy, it's time to take your girlfriend back to your place."

Tommy smiled and kissed me on the cheek. As he pulled away I took one last look at Mark's bedroom window and felt an odd sense of satisfaction;

I had set my brother free.

We arrived at Tommy's place in East Providence a few minutes later. As soon as we entered the apartment and he had turned on the lights I went and stood over near the couch. Tommy came over and went to sit but I stopped him by wrapping my arms around his shoulders and kissing him long and hard. Tommy moaned as I slipped my tongue into his mouth and his hands started sliding up and down my sides. Reaching down I caught his wrists and, pulling down, put his hands on the backs of my thighs.

Taking the hint Tommy slid his hands up under my skirt and gave my ass a good hard squeeze. I sighed and, turning my head from his lips, tilted it to the side. Tommy began to kiss and suck on the soft creamy skin of my neck and shoulders as his hands continued to fondle my ass. Stepping back from him I smiled and lifted my arms over my head.

Tommy grabbed the bottom of my tank top and pulled it over my head. The party had been hot and I'd had my hair pulled back in a ponytail, once Tommy had removed my shirt I reached up and, pulling out the clip, shook my hair out, letting it fall down over my shoulders and back. Tommy went to put his arms around me again, but I gave him a playful push that sent him down onto the couch and, as he watched his blue eyes wide with anticipation, I reached back and unhooked my bra.

I let the bra fall to the floor and, after letting Tommy get a good look at my perfect little titties, turned my back to him and, once again reaching back, unzipped my skirt and let that hit the floor as well. 

"I...I didn't know you had another tattoo." Tommy whispered referring to my Baphomet tramp stamp.

"Is that all you're looking at Tommy?" I asked.

With that I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my panties and very slowly worked them down my legs, when I had them down as far as my arms could reach I bent over to slide them off the rest of the way, which not only gave Tommy a great view of my ass, but of my pretty little pink pussy peeking out from between my thighs.

"Oh goddamn." Tommy whispered.

Standing up I put my arms over my head and turned in a slow circle to face him. Taking my hands I cupped my tits, my hard pink nipples pointing straight ahead and asked;

"Like what you see baby?"

"Jesus, you're hot Megan." 

Tommy made to stand up, but I pushed him back again and getting down on my knees in front of him began to unbutton his shirt. Tommy was already breathing hard and let out a loud groan as I opened his shirt and my tongue found his left nipple. He groaned again, even louder, as while still tonguing his nipple, I reached down and unzipping his pants started tugging at his underwear.

Tommy lifted his hips to allow me to pull them down and let his hard cock spring free. Removing my mouth from his nipple I looked down and, grabbing Tommy's cock, gave it a good hard squeeze, causing some precum to ooze out of the tip as well as getting another moan from him.

"Ohhh," I sighed. "Someone is very happy to see me."

I started slowly pumping his cock and leaning forward and starting at his right nipple I began to slowly trail my tongue down his chest and stomach. 

"Oh Megan, that feels ohhh..." 

Tommy trailed off with a moan as my tongue teasingly flicked across the head of his dripping prick. Tommy had a nice cock, maybe even above average, but having spent the last year fucking my almost freakishly endowed brother; it took nothing to deep throat it, which I did a moment later, getting another loud moan from Tommy.

"Oh damn Megan," He began. "You don't have..."

I pulled his cock from my mouth and, looking up at him, smiled and said;

"I told you I would make it up to you baby." 

Whatever Tommy was going to say was cut off by another moan of pleasure as I once again took his cock into my mouth and in one smooth motion sucked him down right to the base of his shaft. Holding it there I slowly shook my head back and forth, swirling my tongue around his shaft as I did. I felt Tommy's hand begin to run through my hair and began to bob my head in a slow steady rhythm. In addition to my mouth I still had my hand around his cock and was using it to jerk him off as I continued to blow him. In what seemed like no time Tommy's breathing picked up and his hips started moving in rhythm to my sucking.

I started sucking faster and harder and, as I felt Tommy's legs begin to tremble, reached up with my left hand and began to rub his balls.

"Oh shit Megan," Tommy exclaimed. "I'm going to oh, oh goddamn!"

I don't know if Tommy was trying to tell me he was going to cum in case I didn't want it in my mouth, but if so he had nothing to worry about, as when his cock exploded in my mouth I let out a moan of my own at how good his hot cum felt spraying into my mouth. As I continued to suck Tommy's spurting cock, the thought occurred to me that I had started the day with my brother shooting off in my mouth and here I was sucking off another man, oh Megan you are a nasty girl!

When with a soft whimper Tommy slumped back into the couch I gave his cock one more good hard suck, then pulling it from my mouth, stood up and extending my hand to Tommy said;

"Now that we took the edge off, how about you show me your bedroom, lover?"

"Damn," Tommy gasped in between breaths. "You don't waste time do you?"

As Tommy stood I kissed him and said; 

"I already wasted enough time; we should have done this a long time ago. Now lead the way." Tommy kicked his pants off from around his ankles and led me by the hand into his bedroom, where bringing me to the edge of his bed, it was his turn to give me a push, causing me to fall back. Not needing any further encouragement I slid all the way up the bed and, enjoying the look of desire on Tommy's face, slowly spread my legs open for him.

"Come on in baby," I told him laughing. "The water's just fine!"

With that adorable big smile of his Tommy crawled up onto the bed between my legs until he was over me and, after kissing his way down the side of my neck, eagerly sucked my right nipple into his mouth. 

"Oh, yeah." I told him. "Oh that's nice, that's ohhh, that's even better!" I exclaimed as, finding my pussy with his hand, he gently slid a finger inside. 

I laid there moaning as while continuing to suck on my nipple, he added his thumb to my swollen clit, and started rubbing it in slow circles. Tommy switched to my other nipple then, removing his mouth from it, let his tongue begin to slowly wander down my soft stomach on its way down to my hot little pussy. When his tongue came to within inches of my pussy Tommy moved his head and started kissing first my right thigh then my left. I moaned and pumped my hips telling him where I wanted that tongue. Tommy slid down onto his stomach and, after removing his thumb from my clit, gently spread the lips of my pussy with his fingers and lightly blew on my clit.

"Oh baby, please don't tease!" I moaned.

Tommy blew on it one more time then taking my clit and squeezing it lightly between two fingers began to quickly swirl his tongue around it.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 23



"Oh yeah," I groaned. "That is soooo nice!"

Tommy was as laid back in bed as he was with everything else, taking his time and proving to be an excellent lover. I found myself lying back, sighing in pleasure as he slowly licked, fingered, and teased my tender clit. Several times he brought me to the edge, and then, feeling me getting close, backed off. Normally that would have driven me crazy, but the alcohol and pot had me feeling pretty damn mellow and I just lied there loving it. Finally Tommy sped his tongue up and right when I was on the edge again, slid two fingers into my pussy and began to rapidly pump them in and out of what at this point was my sopping wet pussy.

"Oh yes!" I exclaimed. "Oh right there! Oh don't stop please don't ohhh..."

I arched my back and, throwing my head back, let out a long loud squeal as the orgasm that had been on hold for that last half hour finally slammed into me. I grabbed Tommy's hair and held his head against my pussy as my hips thrashed wildly in his face. Tommy didn't seem to mind as I could still feel his tongue caressing my incredibly sensitive clit and his fingers were still pumping in and out of my pussy.

I let out one more long shuddering moan and collapsed panting onto the bed.

"Damn I came hard!" I gasped out.

"I guess so," Tommy laughed as he sat up between my legs.

I lifted my head up from the pillow to see Tommy's cock was once again standing at attention and whispered;

"Well baby, you ready to come get what you've been waiting for?"

"Oh yeah," Tommy said once again positioning himself between my legs.

Tommy was poised directly over me and was just beginning to lower himself into my eager pussy when he stopped and said;

"Shit, hold on I need to get something."

I knew what he was taking about and before he could pull away I grabbed his shoulders and told him;

"Don't worry about that Tommy, we don't need one."

Tommy looked at me nervously

"You on something?"

I gave him what was probably a bit of a sad smile and whispered;

"Let's just say I don't ever have to worry about that."

Tommy hesitated and, pulling him down to me, I kissed him and said in his ear;

"Come on baby, I want to feel you inside, I... oh yes!"

I moaned in pleasure as with one gentle push Tommy slowly entered my willing flesh. Tommy moaned as well as he started to slowly pump his cock in and out of my needy little pussy. Once again I sighed contentedly as, wrapping my long legs around his waist, I pulled him down into a long passionate kiss. Tommy moved slowly and gently, using long smooth thrusts that felt amazing, but after a few minutes I began to get antsy.

I'm sure this is what people referred to as making love, but to me you would have to truly love someone to want that. More importantly I have no doubt Mark had wanted to be like this to me last night and I wouldn't let him, it wouldn't be right to let Tommy have something that I wouldn't give to my brother.

Putting my hands on Tommy's chest I pushed up and said;

"Get back on your knees."

Tommy looked at me then shrugging did as I asked. Taking my legs I put them up on his shoulders then looking at him told him;

"Now lean in and fuck me baby."

"Lean?"

"Yeah baby just bend my legs back and give it to me Tommy. I need it bad, we can go nice some other time."

Tommy smiled at me;

"Damn you aren't shy at all, are you?"

My reply was a loud yelp as, once he had finished speaking Tommy lunged forward, bending my legs back and slamming his nice hard cock deep into my pussy.

"Oh fuck yeah!" I cried out as my ass came off the bed and my ankles were all but pushed behind my ears.

"Oh damn that feels good!" Tommy exclaimed as he began fucking me faster and harder.

Once again my answer was to let out a loud yelp as, now completely caught up in it, Tommy started slamming the shit out of my tight little pussy. I let my head fall back onto the pillow as I continued to let out a series of moans and whimpers as Tommy began to fuck me even faster. I wasn't the only one moaning either as Tommy began punctuating each thrust with one of his own. Apparently in addition to not being hung nearly as well, Tommy also had nowhere near my brother's control as I could already see in his face he was getting ready to cum again.

"That's right baby!" I encouraged him. "Give it to me, all of it! I want to feel ohhh yeah."

With a loud cry of his own Tommy came hard, spraying the walls of my pussy with his hot cum and becoming the only man besides my brother to ever cum inside me. On that note I added morbidly; at least willingly as Frank had done it constantly to me. I blinked that thought away as Tommy gasped giving me several more hard thrusts, each ending in another spurt of cum entering my already soaking wet pussy.

"Damn." I said dropping my legs from his shoulders. "I needed that."

"Yeah, that was unbelievable." Tommy agreed as he all but fell onto the bed next to me.

We were silent for a couple of minutes before Tommy asked;

"You tired Megan?"

"Oh yeah," I told him. I really was, but whether I could sleep or not would be another story.

"Yeah me too." He said.

Leaning forward Tommy grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to us. I rolled over to one side of the bed onto my side and closed my eyes. A moment later Tommy said;

"Hey Megan why are you way over there?"

I turned over to see Tommy lying on his back looking at me. As I watched he smiled and extended his arm to me. I smiled back and rolled over until I ended up on my side next to him with my head nestled on his chest. Tommy put his arm around my shoulders and, after kissing me sweetly on my forehead, said;

"Goodnight beautiful."

"Sweet..." I started, then picturing Mark couldn't finish. "Goodnight Tommy." Feeling bad I added; "Tonight was incredible."

"First of many I hope." Tommy replied. 

I didn't answer and within a few minutes I felt his breathing change and knew he was asleep. I closed my eyes thinking I should be happy. Tonight really had been great, dinner was nice, a fun party, the kind that Tommy went to all the time, and even the sex had been pretty damn good. Hell I was even cuddling up nice and close to him, and yet all I could think of was that this was exactly how I had pictured Mark lying with Cynthia. 

Despite his bad ass nature I knew Mark, like myself, sought this kind of closeness. He'd had it with Krissy and of course the two of us had enjoyed lying together even before we became lovers, so I had no doubt he would let hot little Cynthia cuddle right on up to him. As I lied there all I could see in my mind was Cynthia resting against my brother, smiling contentedly. Lying where I should be, where I wanted to be. 

I woke up lying in the same position I had fallen asleep in, my head on Tommy's chest. My head was pounding and my eyes were stinging the second I opened them. The clock on the nightstand said nine and I groaned to myself, it was way too early to be awake after a night like last night. I closed my eyes again and to my dismay was instantly assaulted by the vision of Mark, being awake this early like he always was, rolling over and starting his morning inside Cynthia's more than willing pussy.

I pushed that thought from my mind and was just drifting off again, when the sound of the phone ringing two feet from my head caused me to all but fall out of the bed.

"Shit!!" Tommy exclaimed as he sat up quickly then immediately grabbed the sides of his head.

The phone rang again causing us both to wince and Tommy quickly grabbed it.

"Yeah?" He panted into it. "Who is this?"

I sat there still waiting for my heart to stop racing and watched as Tommy listened and he became excited;

"Oh hey Paul! Sorry man, it was a hell of a night last night and I wasn't awake yet." He listened again and then sounded even more excited;

"Are you kidding? That's great man I thought you'd dried up, I mean it's been weeks! So same as before? Yeah I can do that, where are you?" Tommy looked over at me and winked then spoke into the phone again.

"You're on the corner? Okay I'll come right down. No I'll come down, I have company so I want to make it quick, we'll catch up next time. Okay give me a minute." 

Tommy hung up and jumping out of bed quickly slipped on a pair of jeans and tossed on a t-shirt.

"Everything okay Tommy?" I asked.

"Everything's great" He said smiling at me. "I just have to run downstairs, a friend of mine's dropping something off."

"Oh," I said then shrugged. "If you want him to come up I'll just get dressed."

Tommy turned and leaning over kissed me.

"I waited a long time to have you in my bed Megan, you aren't going anywhere."

"Well when you put it that way." I said laughing.

"I'll be right back." 

Tommy stopped and removed an envelope from his bureau drawer. Before he left the bedroom he turned and, shaking his head, said;

"Damn you look good in my bed!"

I smiled and sitting back against the pillows closed my eyes to see if I could drift off again. Tommy hadn't been kidding about being quick as it was less than two minutes later when I heard him come back into the apartment. A moment later he appeared in the doorway holding a brown paper bag.

"What's that." I asked.

"You'll see." He said.

Tommy sat on the edge of the bed and as I watched removed a small mirror and a razor blade from the night stand drawer. I felt a twinge in my stomach as I began to realize what was in the bag. Sure enough Tommy reached in and, pulling out a small white packet, emptied it onto the mirror and with a practiced skill began chopping it into thin lines with the razor blade. In the back of my mind I heard my brother's voice from months ago;

"Watch out for Tommy, he deals."

"Coke." I said softly.

"Yeah." Tommy said, excitedly as removing a twenty dollar bill from the drawer he began to roll it up into a tube. "I haven't been able to score any since my regular guy moved to New York." 

Finished rolling up the dollar Tommy picked the mirror up and looked at me.

"Ever try it?"

I shook my head.

"Oh well you have to then, it's..." Tommy shrugged. "I can't even describe how it makes you feel. It makes everything better"

"Yeah?" I asked, my stomach was turning and I could hear my brother's voice telling me to get the hell out of there.

"Oh yeah." Tommy said then smirking said; "Tell you what you've never had sex until you've done it on this shit."

With that Tommy put the dollar to one of the lines and quickly sniffed it up. Tommy closed his eyes then throwing back his head exclaimed;

"Damn that's good shit!"

He looked at me, he was smiling broadly and his blue eyes looked as if they were lit from within. He shook his head and let out a low whistle;

"Really good!" With that he held the mirror and dollar out to me. "Wanna give it a shot?"

I stared at it ready to say no. I had gotten in enough trouble already just from drinking. Then again Tommy really had his shit together and he did it. I frowned wondering what Mark would think. On the heels of that thought was that image of Cynthia curled up with Mark in his bed both smiling and happy. I looked up at Tommy and shrugging said;

"Hey why not, if it feels good do it, right?"

This time I didn't put the journal down, instead I reared my arm back and hurled it across the room where it crashed into the closet door so hard the binding broke and it landed in two pieces. I put my head in my hands and did what I had done so many times in those entries, and that was to sob uncontrollably. That had been the crossroads; not my realizing that I couldn't have my brother, but giving up the next day, deciding that rather than even try to fight it, as I had been, that I would just let that melancholy despair that had been plaguing me for those last few months have its way with me.

That day would lead to a decade of hell. During those ten years, I would become homeless and destitute, selling my body on street corners and in the back rooms of strip clubs. I would steal from my parents as well as my brother. I repeatedly broke the hearts of the people who loved me, forcing my father to turn his back on me, and driving my mother to the brink of a nervous breakdown. Worst of all in the end my addiction had done the unthinkable and had driven my brother and I against each other, and not just arguing but physically hurting each other pushing Mark to...

"No! No! No!" I cried into my hands.

I would not go down that road. I wouldn't let Mark do it earlier today and I wouldn't do it now. We would never bring that time up again. Slowly I began to get control of myself, I wasn't that person anymore. I was beautiful, talented, successful and most importantly abstinent. I couldn't change the past, but I could control the present and right now I was all those things as well as a good daughter who had done her best to make amends for her past. I was also a better sister; comforting Mark through the heartache of Samantha and giving to, rather than just taking from him.

That was until I had broken his heart Saturday night. At that thought I put my head up and tried to clear my head. That was the most important thing right now. I had spent years wallowing in self pity and thinking of only myself. Now I needed to think about Mark, and where I stood with him. I knew I loved him, the question was how did I love him? Did I even know? For six years I had sought love and never found it. Laura had loved me but I couldn't love her back. 

What if I just didn't have it in me? What if my brother's heart would just be another for me to break? We had never crossed that line so things had always been the same between us. No that wasn't true, since I had been sober we had never been closer, what if we took the step and it backfired, what would our relationship be like after that? I took a deep breath and forced myself to lie down. I had only until Tuesday night to try to figure it out. I couldn't go home without giving Mark an answer.

After reading my journal I realized I had been in love with Mark back when I was twenty one and had never told him. Now all these years later it was my brother who was in love and, as usual, unlike myself Mark had tried to take what he wanted, showing me how much he loved me, not just showing me, but telling me. As I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind I could see Mark's beautiful greenish gold eyes before me. Twenty years after that Saturday morning in my bedroom when I had first felt something between us, those same green eyes had looked into mine when Mark had said;

"I really love you Megan. I love you so much."

When he had spoken those words my questions had been how and when. Now after reading that journal and knowing there was far worse in it than what I had seen last night, the real question about Mark's love for me became;

Why?

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Author's note: Warning this note is a bit long but covers a lot of what will be coming up for Megan and her beautiful little brother Mark.

This chapter ends part 2 of Siblings with Benefits. Now, before I get into what to expect from part three I have a few announcements.

First off, as always, a heartfelt thank you to all of you who continue to read, comment, and vote. Over the last dozen or so chapters my views and votes have been remarkably consistent so at this point I feel I am truly speaking to my "core" audience.

Now for what we will find out in part 3; We will learn how Megan's engagement with Tommy ended, what happened between Mark and Megan on that night they are never supposed to bring up, why Doug now hates Mark, the event that finally led to Megan becoming sober for good, and of course that minor detail about will Megan accept the offer of Mark's love.

I have gotten many compliments about my depth of characters and attention to detail; I hope to continue that in Part 3. I also have been flattered by the fact that people are following this as a story rather than just the erotic aspects. For those of you who feel this way you should very much enjoy part 3.

Something that needs to be said about the next part is that SWB was not my first project. Mark and Megan along with Alex Warner (who will play a part in part 3) Allison Saunders (Almost Perfect, Breaking of Allison 1,2 Alex is also in Breaking part 1) and Abigail Lefay (Samhain) were all created as a part of "The Group" Mark has referred to. The project was much more involved than I anticipated and I had just begun writing so I decided to spin a tale around my 2 favorites; "The Dark Prince" Mark Phillips and his nasty girl sister Megan. The reason I mention this is that the ending of SWB is going to segue into my next project which will feature this "group". Because of this the story will become a little bit involved and will feature a story of blackmail and betrayal that could ultimately affect the future of Mark and Megan.

Now for those of you who have become curious about this "group" I urge you to read Breaking of Allison 1&2 they feature Mark without Megan in the roll of an established member of the group initiating a new member. The first chapter contains some details about the group. It falls into the BDSM category and you can find the links on my stories page.

In the meantime while you wait a couple of weeks for chapter 24 I will not leave you empty handed. Within a few days of you reading this I will be releasing the 5 chapter series Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis. What is Lex Talionis? Well another name could easily be "Mark's tale." So far except for chapters 4-7 when Mark retells he and Megan's first weekend together as lovers everything has been from Megan's point of view. All we know of Mark is what she tells us. Lex is the tale of Mark at the age of twenty one (2 years after the flashbacks you have just read) when he runs into Max the foster father who beat him for years. The series will be from Mark's POV and will reveal a lot about him. The series is dark as you well know and Megan is always coming back to her painful memories of her past, in this story we will get a lot of Mark's past horror's and a bit of the story of his childhood.

This series will feature a very different Mark than the one who is pretty much a welcome mat for his sister. (Understand where he is Megan's strength she is definitely his weakness.) In this story Megan has fallen deeper into drugs and is not always around taking trips to New York where she stays for weeks at a time. Mark is left on his own, and is a bit of a wild child "Taking what he wants" Megan is not in the first chapter but will be in most. I will still submit in incest category to avoid drama from the sensitive types. 

In addition to his ultimate confrontation with Max the story will feature how different his relationship with his sister is and some of the things she puts him through. The most important aspect of Lex and the reason it will come out before part three starts is the role Alex Warner plays in the end of it and most importantly a startling revelation about Mark himself; the secret that he kept even from his sister; that he is very much like his father. I have "hinted" in previous chapters that Mark "goes away" in his head and according to Megan has a "complicated mind" and is also on medication (chapter 9). This story will provide the answer to those hints. (Okay for those of you who want a real clue, go back to Ch 17 and Mark's fight with Jack. The answer should be right in front of you if you think about it hard enough.)

Now Lex was written a year ago all I have done recently is add the erotica as I did not intend my first version for a sex site. So for those of you eager for the final conclusion of SWB "lex" is not stalling it has been planned all along. I will be submitting the chapters 2 days apart so you can read start to finish in a span of two weeks. Once it concludes Chapter 24 will come out and we will get the show rolling towards the ultimate conclusion of Siblings with Benefits.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 23



Lex is not a "must read" but will play into SWB and the finale of "Lex" will be part of one of the chapters in part three. Lex will not be for anyone who has not followed this series; it is a "treat" for the fans of SWB and honestly my own guilty pleasure. In addition to Incest in most of the chapters there are a couple of parts that will feature graphic violence as well.

With that being said I hope you will check out Lex and sincerely hope you enjoy reading it. Be warned it is a bit dark and "heavy" so to speak but I feel I have injected enough erotica to keep it entertaining as well. If you love or hate it please let me know. Normally I'm not one to push for feedback but I would love it on this one as it is a totally different type of story and I dare say a bit unique for the site so please take a minute and drop me a line one way or another.

One last note; I have in the last several months had the pleasure of corresponding with another author on the site "Fist of Fury" the two of us have been bouncing ideas off of each other and talking shop for a while now and I would love to take a minute to tell you that if you are not reading "A back rub for Julia" you should be as it really stands out to me as one of the best series on the site.

I do apologize for the length of this note but did warn you at the beginning. Once again as always let me end with the two most important words that I can say.

Thank you.

Mike (lovecraft68)



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 24



Authors note:

Welcome to the third and final part of SWB. I will not commit to what the final chapter number will be, but will assure you this is the final part. On that note thank you to those who have voted and commented on the first 2 chapters of Lex Talionis. I realize that Lex is bit "heavy" for the site in some respects, but nevertheless I have gotten good feedback on it. Lex 3 was due out a few days ago, but Lit rejected it claiming that I had a story with that name up already (I didn't of course) so I resubmitted, but because that sets Lex back and I didn't want people to wait longer for the main series to start again here is Ch 24. Speaking of long, I realize this as well as many of my chapters are on the long side and the rest will be as well. I enjoy writing and love to pump as much detail as possible into my story. My goal is that by the time this ends Mark and Megan are as real to you as they are to me. If you are still reading I assume you expect no less from me. If you are in a huge hurry for the end however you will be waiting a little longer as I will not change my style and rush along. As far as part three goes, parts 1&2 are pretty much Megan's story. in this part we will get to know a bit more about Mark including meeting Samantha, the woman whose heart he broke, learn why Doug hates him and why he avoids Denise, and why he has decided the time has come for he and his sister to become much more than siblings with benefits. As always thank you for your continued support and comments. Lovecraft68

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As I lay in my old bed, in the room I had grown up in, the room that held so many pleasant and near the end of my time here so many sad memories, my mind drifted somewhere between sleep and consciousness. While in this twilight state of mind that only someone who has ever suffered from insomnia can completely understand, my exhausted mind was assailed by a series of images from my past.

I was with Tommy at his parent's beach house in Newport. They were away and we had the place to ourselves. Taking full advantage of the fact that the yard was enclosed with a high fence, and the nearest neighbor was well over a hundred yards away, Tommy and I had decided to go skinny dipping in the huge in ground pool. Of course one thing led to another and I had found myself holding onto the top rungs of the ladder with my legs around Tommy's waist as he fucked me.

When we had finished Tommy had spread out a blanket and we laid out in sun completely naked. I was lying on my stomach purring like a kitten as Tommy rubbed suntan lotion on my back and legs. The purring turned to moaning as his fingers found my pussy and began stroking my clit. I came within minutes and Tommy immediately replaced his fingers with his cock and, holding himself over me while I was still flat on my stomach, slowly fucked me.

As good as it felt Tommy urged me to roll over. I did as he asked, and had to admit as I wrapped my sun warmed arms and legs around his equally warm body, that this was even better. Tommy had slid his arms under me so that our bodies were as close together as possible, and he was moving slowly and gently, once gain trying to make love to me. This was something Tommy tried quite often and I would allow for awhile, but eventually I would become uncomfortable with it and turn things a little dirtier.

After all I equated making love with true love and although I loved Tommy I knew I wasn't in love with him. Tommy had raised himself up on his arms so he could lean down and kiss me and as he did I pushed against his chest. He looked as if he wanted to tell me to stay where I was but I pushed again and as always Tommy deferred. Once Tommy had leaned back I urged him to lie on his back and as he did I straddled his hips and started riding him.

I went slowly at first enjoying how good Tommy looked under me. Tommy had been working as a landscaper during the summer; his body was both lean and tan, and his normally dirty blonde hair had been lightened by the sun. Tommy had his hands on my hips helping me slide back and forth on his nice hard cock. As before this felt great but the nasty girl inside of me needed to be let out so I slid my legs up ,and planting my feet on the ground, started bouncing up and down wildly on his cock.

Tommy reached up to try to pull me back down to him, but grabbing his wrists I put his hands on my tits and held them there until he started playing with my nipples. I felt Tommy starting to get close, but deciding that I wanted to really get fucked, hopped off of him and turned on my knees so my ass was facing him. By this time Tommy had given up on sweet and getting on his knees grabbed my hips and fucked me hard and fast until I felt something a lot hotter than suntan lotion spray across my back.

We lay back down on the blanket with Tommy on his back and me nestled into him. After staying that way for awhile we got up and wrapping towels around ourselves sat up on the deck and watched the sunset. At this time I was 30 and had been sober for six months by far the longest stretch I'd had since beginning to drink when I was twenty and I was fully appreciating this amazing day. Tommy had gone inside to get us some iced tea and when he came back we sat there talking about how great it would be to do this all the time.

Tommy then looked over at me, and giving me that adorable boy next door smile of his, told me he loved me. I told him I loved him to and then almost choked on my iced tea as Tommy put his hand out to me; in the palm of his hand was a small box with a beautiful diamond ring in it.

"I love you with all my heart Megan," He said softly his big baby blue eyes staring into mine. "And I'd love for you to take this ring the way you've taken my heart."

As I heard myself nervously accept everything around me flowed and changed. I was no longer with Tommy at the beach house. I was now in my bedroom in Chicago, there were candles lit around the room and lying underneath me, her long gorgeous honey blond hair cascading down her shoulders and her skin glowing in the candle, light was Laura.

I leaned forward and after shaking my head slowly back and forth causing my hair to brush softly against her hard nipples bent my face to hers and gently pressed my full lips into her amazingly soft ones. As we kissed I moaned softly, as in addition to how much I enjoyed kissing her, the fact that her lips tasted like my pussy made it even better. As usual Laura had gone down on me first and had taken her time teasing and playing to the point that when I finally came, screaming like a banshee of course, I was totally exhausted.

As tired as I was however there was no way I was not returning the favor, as tonight was supposed to be Laura's night. Laura had just gotten a big promotion at the newspaper she worked for and to celebrate I had taken her out to her favorite restaurant for dinner. Afterwards we had gone dancing at Baby Doll, a new club that catered specifically to the lipstick lesbian crowd. Although my experience had come from the less than pleasant years I had spent as a stripper, I was a hell of a dancer and spent the entire evening grinding and rubbing on Laura, even sitting her down and giving her a lap dance in front of quite a few very appreciative women.

Laura of course spent half the night as red as the very short sexy dress she was wearing. The fact that Laura was beyond beautiful, and had a body to die for yet was still extremely shy and easily embarrassed in public, was one of the many qualities that made her so irresistible to me. When we arrived home Laura found a dozen long stem red roses waiting for her on the dining room table. Laura threw her arms around me, and after giving me a long tongue filled kiss that was beginning to make my legs tremble, took my hand to lead me to the bedroom. As we started in Laura grabbed the vase with her other hand saying she wanted to bring the flowers in the bedroom so that they would be the second prettiest flower that she would see when she woke up in the morning. 

Now as I sat up between Laura's incredible thighs I looked over and seeing the roses on the nightstand smiled, and reaching over pulled one out. Holding it by the stem I reached down and gently brushed the soft petals of the rose across Laura's right nipple. Laura moaned softly as I began teasing her nipple by rubbing the petals over it in slow circles. Loving the reaction I switched to her other nipple then as I slid further down the bed trailed the rose down her soft stomach.

When I was lying between her legs with her beautiful smooth pussy inches from my eager tongue, I teased some more by gently caressing Laura's soft inner thighs with the rose. Laura was rocking her hips in my face and whimpering impatiently, and after teasing for as long as I could bear I then took the rose and tickled it across Laura's swollen clit. I spent the next half hour working Laura's amazing pussy with both my tongue as well as the rose. First gently sucking and licking her hard clit and then replacing my tongue with the soft petals while working my fingers in and out of Laura's hot wet pussy.

Laura was making those soft little sighing noises that I always thought were the sexiest sounds I'd ever heard. I was also quite turned on by the intoxicating mixed scent of the rose and Laura's pussy. Finally Laura's legs began trembling and just as I was thinking of teasing her further Laura whimpered;

"Oh Megan please don't tease I can't take anymore! I... Ohhhh"

How could I refuse that adorable tone? Dropping the rose I had plunged my fingers hard into her sopping wet pussy and pinching her clit between my long red fingernails rapidly swirled my tongue around it until with a long loud squeal of pleasure Laura grabbed my hair with both her hands and started grinding her delightful pussy into my flickering tongue. Laura came long and hard, and when she finished, the way her body relaxed and she slumped back into the bed told me that I had more than returned the favor.

Sliding up alongside of her and lying on my side I kissed her and we both sighed as our mouths opened and our tongues tasted each other's juices. Laura rolled over onto her side to face me.

"Congratulations my angel," I told her with a smile. "I hope you enjoyed your night."

"Couldn't you tell?" Laura asked laughing softly.

Laura then kissed me softly and looking into my eyes whispered.

"Oh Megan how I love you."

My bedroom became my brothers, and I was lying in his amazing bed the blood red satin sheets cool on my warm skin. Mark was above me and had just eased his incredible cock into my welcoming flesh. We both moaned as he began slowly pumping in and out. Mark slid his arms under my shoulders so our bodies were pressed together and his lips found mine, pulling me into the softest sweetest kiss I had ever felt. Our bodies remained like that; moving in perfect rhythm as my hands traveled over his muscular body.

Mark's cock was sliding slowly across my clit and I came moaning in his ear. My orgasm pushing him over the edge, Mark began to pump me faster and, as I wrapped my arms and legs around him, came deep inside of me. We stayed there enjoying the embrace, and when Mark lifted his face from my neck, he looked down at me with those incredible golden green eyes and said softly;

"I love you Megan I love you so much."

The images sped up and went back to where they had started. I found myself staring at Tommy's face, his eyes wide in both shock and pain at what he saw before him, at what I had done to him.

"Megan, how could you do this to me?" He asked his voice choking with emotion.

Tommy's tear filled eyes became Laura's as she sat across from me at the dining room table shaking her head and saying;

"It just doesn't feel right anymore Megan it's like you're drifting away on me." She sobbed. "Don't you love me anymore?"

Now Mark's golden green eyes were looking at me once more, but there was also a hint of darker colors as well, a sign he was upset. Mark shook his head and with a sarcastic smirk said;

"At least you love something about me."

That last image was enough to snap me out of my semi conscious state and back into reality. I lied there taking several deep breaths before turning on my side. I reached over and grabbing my blackberry off the nightstand groaned. It was only ten of six. Sitting up I rubbed at my burning eyes, the last time I had looked at the time it had been just before four am. On the heels of that last image I dialed Mark's number, he was up like clockwork at six every morning, and I wanted to make sure he was okay. The phone rang several times before going into Mark's infamous voice mail message;

"If I had wanted to talk to you I'd have answered."

I cleared my throat, so I wouldn't sound as shitty as I felt and left him a message to call me back when he got back from the gym, which I assumed is where he was. Like me Mark probably had barely slept and had given up and gone up there early. Although I was worried about him, I figured he would be safe at the gym today; usually once he had one of his rages like he did yesterday he would be calm for awhile. I frowned at that last thought, as his being calm also hinged on him taking his medication, which on occasions, when he was upset he tended to play games with. I would definitely have to go over there this morning and check on him.

Putting the phone down I reached into my purse and pulling out my cigarettes lit one and sat back against the pillows. I'm sure my father wouldn't be thrilled with me smoking up here, but it's not like I hadn't done a lot worse in this room over the years. Including drinking, smoking dope, sniffing coke, fooling around with Betty, and oh yeah spending a year and a half fucking the shit out of my little brother.

On that note I glanced over at the two halves of the journal lying on the floor and found myself thinking again of that time we had gotten caught at the hotel. I had felt so guilty about lying to my parents especially my father. My parents had done so much for me but I'd had no choice even if I had tried to tell the truth and admit something was going on, but I had started it, I know my father would have blamed my brother. The odd thing was that we were still lovers yet I didn't feel guilty hiding it from my parents anymore, maybe because Mark and I were adults and had our own places, and it wasn't right under their noses.

Of course if I were to take Mark up on his offer there would be no way they wouldn't eventually find out. I mean what would we do if the folks wanted to visit? Would Mark go stay at a hotel and pretend to have his own place and make up excuses if Mom wanted to see it? I suppose for the once a year that would happen we could, but they would find out somehow I'm sure. As I inhaled deeply on the cigarette I closed my eyes and for what I knew would be the first of a hundred times between now and tomorrow night tried to think about what I was going to do about Mark professing his love for me.

There were a lot of questions here. First and foremost would be did I love my brother in that way? In my journal I had written that I was in love with him, but I had been only twenty one years old, and I think need and love were one and the same at the time. The difficult part was that of course I had always loved Mark. Complicating things more was that I would be the first to admit Mark and I had a twisted relationship. In some ways Mark and I were exceptionally close as brother and sister each always looking out for the other, well more Mark watching out for me for about a decade, but when I was younger and recently it went both ways. The fact that at twenty and eighteen we became lovers never seemed to change that bond. Just as there were good friends who slept together and remained friends Mark and I had been Siblings with Benefits for close to two decades.

I used to think that it had all started that night when I had walked into my brother's room and taken his virginity, but in reality it started before that. Mark and I had been separated at a young age and kept apart for ten years. The last time I had seen Mark he was a cute little five year old who, because of my disgrace of a mother, was literally pulled crying from his sisters arms. The next time I would see my brother he was sixteen, and easily the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. Had Mark and I grown up together as normal siblings odds are we would have never started sleeping together. 

Adding to our years apart was the abuse we endured during that time. Abuse that had left both of us scarred; Mark afraid to even talk and me afraid of men. Part of why I took Mark was so that I could enjoy sex with someone I knew would never hurt me and someone I felt comfortable with. It had always been more than just sex with Mark however; it was that emotional and physical comfort we both craved. My brother's arms were the only place I had ever felt safe and protected as well as completely and unconditionally loved. 

None of that answered my question however, did I love Mark as a partner for lack of a better word? Could my brother be that elusive love I had been seeking since I had become sober? I came back to my therapist telling me that when it was real I would know it because I would feel it. I had certainly felt something Saturday night as Mark had made loved to me. What I had felt had definitely been more than physical, more than just how amazing his body felt. I could feel the emotion coming from him, could feel the love in his touch and caress. I remembered thinking at the time that he had never touched me that way.

That however just proved he was in love with me. Which brought me back to the visions that had woken me; although I had never been in love there were others that had loved me. Tommy, as well as Laura had both loved me, and I had hurt them both. Tommy far worse than Laura but I had also been on coke back then. Laura I had simply drifted away from as I had from Ben, an architect in Chicago that I had been so sure I was in love with, that I had moved in with him after only four months only to have him say pretty much what Laura had said.

What if I couldn't love someone in that way? What if I accepted Mark's heart and we took the risk of being discovered only to break his heart down the line? Thing was Mark was already in love with me, leaving the option of breaking his heart now by saying I didn't feel that way, or take the chance and do it six months from now. More important than that was the amazing relationship that I'd been enjoying with my brother since I had become sober. 

Mark and I of course were close when we were younger, but during my drug years things had become different between us. Mark always loved me and tried to help me, but as things got worse although we would continue to sleep together, the emotion seemed no longer there. Those sweet playful mornings and soft moments had given way to more hardcore sex. Even the game had changed; when I was messed up I could no longer control Mark. I was a mess most of the time and he would just have his way with me. Looking back on it I think Mark had gotten rougher with me as a way to take out some of his frustration with me.

Since I had been on the right path however Mark and I had never been closer! Granted we now lived states apart, and only saw each other a few weeks a year, but when we did it was always incredible. This weekend had been the perfect example; rough on Friday night because it had been awhile and we both needed it, but Saturday had been playful in the morning and fun later on and of course Saturday night...

My fear now was that what if we tried and it didn't work out? Where would that leave us? Everyone has heard of people who had been friends for years, and had crossed that line only to have it not only not work out, but to have lost that friendship. Would I be risking my relationship with Mark if I broke his heart? Would I lose my little brother? Going back to our twisted relationship once again it occurred to me that Mark was always my brother. Whether we were fucking like animals or cuddling like lovers I never saw him as anything but my beautiful little brother.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 24



In addition to that let's face it; Mark and I were both sexual deviants, and got off to no end on the fact that we were brother and sister and breaking the rules every time we got together. The sex was always hottest when I was telling Mark to fuck his nasty sister, to make her suck his cock. Part of me already knew that I wouldn't ever want Mark to not be my brother, that even if we went further part of me would need him to still be that for me. Mark on the other hand was upset when I called him little brother yesterday as if he just thought we could be Mark and Megan from now on just like that. If we could still be both and he was okay with that then I would feel better about trying except...

The last thought also brought up the biggest issue; we were brother and sister.

Twenty years ago at Mitch's, I had decided that I would bring Mark down, if people found out we would be screwed and his future ruined. Now things were not all that different. Once again I didn't have a lot to lose. Let's face it I painted images of hell and had a queen of the night persona complete with the fact that I attended black mass on Friday nights, if anything people finding out I was my brother's forbidden lover would probably drive up the price of my paintings. My brother on the other hand was a different story.

Mark had a hell of a career and had even received national attention last year when he took on a highly publicized rape trial against one of the best attorney's in the country and had won. At this point Mark had received offers from all over the country and could all but name his price. All that could be gone in an instant however, if we were discovered. Incest technically was a crime, although I wouldn't fear legal repercussions as we were both of age, but Mark would be ruined. Add to that the fact Mark had made some powerful enemies over the years, the kind of enemies that would love to discover just how close Mark was to his big sister, and turn it against him.

I sighed and shook my head; everything was a loop. In Rhode Island we wouldn't have a chance, but in Chicago where people already thought Mark and I were lovers, I suppose there could be one. Apparently Mark thought so as well, as he was ready to move down there. I now found myself wondering if we could get away with it. In my journal I had mentioned several times how Mark and I's resemblance was unmistakable; take away the skin tone and eye color and we were all but twins. Leaning forward I pulled my wallet out and found a picture of the two of us from last year at the black flame in it we were sitting at a table and leaning close together. I also removed my, as well as Moms, favorite picture of the two of us; the one she had snapped in the kitchen the morning we had gone to Uncle Rays.

In that picture we were cheek to cheek and our resemblance was incredible. Looking at the one from last year though I could see where we had changed. Mark especially; back then some of our likeness was based on the fact that Mark had very soft features and was definitely pretty. Over the years Mark's features had hardened and because he tanned year round his slightly olive complexion was usually even darker. On my end, I had aged well considering the years of abuse I had put myself through, but like Mark my features were much more mature and as far as my ivory complexion went, since I was big in the goth scene, I went out of my way to avoid the sun, and was bordering on pallid these days.

Looking at the Black Flame picture you could still pick us as brother and sister but you would have to be looking for it. Continuing on this train of thought was the fact that on paper Mark and I didn't even appear to be brother and sister. My birth certificate declared my name as Megan De Costa daughter of Matthew and Julia Decosta. When my mother had finally run from my father, and gotten restraining orders against him, she had discovered she was pregnant with my brother. Terrified that my father, who had been obsessed with having a son to carry on his "legacy" as he called it, would find him my mother had used her maiden name Phillips on Mark's birth certificate, and listed father unknown. Further confusing things is that my adopted name and all my legal documents were under the name Megan Hanson.

I rubbed at my temples as rather than clearing anything up I was just complicating everything. What it boiled down to was did I love Mark the way he loved me? If I did, then I suppose I would have to leave things to chance, and hope that it could work out. In this Mark and I were the complete opposite of what we normally were. I had spent years living by the motto of if it feels good do it and had gotten into nothing but trouble. Mark on the other hand was always cool and calculating; never making a move that didn't set up the next half dozen after. The perfect lawyer and ultimate game player, Mark had never lost a case, and even last year when some of his outré lifestyle had been made public, he still managed to turn it into a positive spin;. 

The press knew the "bad boy attorney" was a player who preferred young women, but they had no idea what he did with some of them. However on the rare occasions he spoke to anyone in the media he would tell them with a straight face that his bedroom was a dungeon and they would laugh it off. The girls would never talk. All of Mark's pets were college educated with aspirations of professional careers. One of Mark's first rules with them was that he taped one of their "training sessions". My brother has a lot of enemies the type who would gladly pay a struggling college student a few grand for some dirt. The tape prevented this. Of course my brother was visible throughout the tape which would cover the girls as well down the line. I had to give him credit. Mark knew what he was doing. Last year as part of a slander campaign in a high profile case it had come to light that Mark was a card carrying member of the church of Satan. Under pressure from politicians, and the influential friends of the defendant, the state had said they wanted him off the case, Mark went to the ACLU and threatened the state with discrimination under freedom of religion. The case already had national attention so the Attorney General's backed off saying it was a misunderstanding. Mark now practically wrote his own ticket for what cases he wanted to be involved in. In the meantime my womanizing, Satanist brother had become a point of interest in the press. A complete paradox; a man with little to no moral code in the eyes of man who made a living persecuting the worst criminals society had to offer and never losing. No, my brother never did anything without already having figured a way out of it in advance.

Now here we were with Mark throwing it all on the line; ready to pack up and move to be with his big sister, a situation that if it ever came to light, could not be spun in any way but sick and he was fully prepared to take the chance. I on the other hand was sitting on my bed with a blinding headache and my head spinning. With that in mind I set the alarm in my phone for eight so I could try calling Mark again, then slid back down on the bed and decided to try to doze back off. As I lied there I started to breathe slowly and deeply trying to relax. Recently I had found that when I was strung out or upset if I lied down and thought what I referred to as "relaxing sexy thoughts" I would usually get caught up in those thoughts and eventually drift off. 

As I started to look through my mind for something fun, I also recalled Laura's phone call on Saturday, and how she talked about remembering the good things. Almost everything I had read in that journal last night had been negative so yes it was high time to try to focus on something positive. This bedroom for instance; although I did have some sad times near the end of my first "stay" here, this room had been a new beginning for me not once, but twice.

The first time was of course when I was eleven years old and Mom and Dad had brought me to live here. This room was the start of a whole new life; one no longer filled with pain and sadness, but one where I was surrounded by love and support. The second time was almost twenty years later, when I came here to stay after a six month stay in an intensive private inpatient treatment program that Mark had pulled some strings to get me into. During those six months, between the program itself, and the incredible support of my parents and my brother who came to see me almost every day I had left that clinic a new woman. 

I had been taught to believe that I had nothing to be ashamed of; that I was every bit as worthy of a wonderful family and an amazing life as everyone else. I was a strong beautiful and talented woman, who had an incredible future ahead of me and, deserved every bit of it. It had also taught me to know that although I had done many terrible things under the influence of drugs, that I was no longer that person and was free to start my life all over again. I had indeed started a new life after that and that life had fittingly begun right back here. 

I sighed and smiled as my first night back here had also been a new beginning for my brother and I as well. It was the first time in a long time that Mark was able to be with the beautiful big sister that he had seen all to seldom over the previous ten years. I rolled over onto my side and nuzzling my face into the pillow let my mind drift back to my first night back home.

 Six years ago.

I was going home today! Those five words had been racing through my mind from the second I had woken up this morning, and as it got closer and closer to five o' clock, I was getting more and more excited. Normally discharge was on a Saturday or a Monday morning, but today made exactly six months that I had been here, and using whatever connection my brother had here, he had made it so I could go home today. I glanced at the clock for the hundredth time today and smiled when I saw that it was four thirty.

I had packed my bags first thing after getting up and had a moment of pain as I realized that everything I was packing, all the clothing that I owned had been bought for me by my brother over the last few months. My roommate Joanne had seen the pained look on my face and when I explained to her how I felt she said not to look at it as painful but as humbling. The difference was pain led to looking for a way to quench that pain, humbling was a reminder of why I never would.

I had eaten breakfast in the cafeteria and then, as I had been doing every morning since I had gotten there, gone and sat in the chapel for a little while. Of course my beliefs were as far from those the other people who were there with me as they could get, but I believed that there was another power that had helped me and I wanted to make an effort to show that power that I was indeed thankful for the second chance I was getting at life.

After that I had attended a meeting then began the hour's long process of filling out all of my discharge paper,s and being told what was to be expected of me when I left today. I was now entering phase two of my program. Phase two consisted of having to live with either a family member or a person who had successfully completed the program themselves for the next ninety days. During the ninety days I was to maintain a job usually one that they had lined up, but Mom's friend was now the store manager of the Sears I had worked at ten years ago and after Mom explained my situation he said he would gladly give me a job there. I have to admit I was embarrassed at first but realized that there were many people close to my parents who knew of my struggles. Once again humbling, not embarrassing.

In addition to maintaining the job, which I had to prove by getting my weekly time card signed every week, as well as spot check appearances by someone from the program, I had to attend no less than five Na meetings a week and report three times to my in house sponsor back at the hospital. There was also a curfew which it would be up to the people I lived with to enforce. Unless I had a night job I needed to be home by ten pm and could not spend a night anywhere else without getting special permission from the hospital. I laughed to myself at that thought as it would pretty much be just like when I lived at home with my parents when I was a kid.

By the time all that had been squared away it was three thirty, and after I went around and said goodbye and thank you to the many people there who had helped me get through these difficult months, I went back to my room to wait for five and for Mark to come pick me up. Only another twenty minutes! I thought happily looking at the clock yet again. I had waited to do my hair and makeup until the last minute so the last little bit of time would go by quickly.

Sitting down at the small dresser I began brushing my long black hair and couldn't help but smile at my reflection. When I had come here six months ago, I had been on a long near fatal heroin binge in New York, and had barely looked human. Now however I looked better than I had since my early twenties. My hair was once again thick and lustrous, my ivory complexion was smooth and clear, and my extremely light all but transparent blue eyes were clear and bright. I was still a hair on the thin side but then again I always had been. 

As I finished my hair, I put on some eyeliner and eye shadow then, last but not least, painted my once again full perfect lips with Mark's favorite shade of deep red lipstick. After I puckered up and blew a playful kiss at the beautiful woman in the mirror before me, I did frown a little at the thought of my brother. Of course Mark would have loved for me to come live with him, but my parents were the obvious choice. Mark worked a ton of hours and wasn't home much whereas Mom didn't work at all, and Dad at this point was semi retired and could be home whenever he needed to be.

The councilors at the hospital had held a family meeting last week and had explained that reason alone made my parents house the best choice. They wanted me to be around people who had the time to watch me and support me, not to mention the fact I didn't have a car and would need rides to and from work and meetings. I couldn't help but notice the look of disappointment in my brother's eyes, but he knew they were right and didn't fight it. I was glad he didn't, as I also knew that the people at the hospital took everything into consideration including the fact my brother already had the "bad boy" attorney image in full swing, and was a notorious party animal and lady killer.

In addition to that, Mark was up for junior partner at his firm, and was competing against another attorney. The firm was looking at it from every angle and although he would never say it I'm sure it wouldn't look that good for him to have a sister who up until recently was a serious drug addict living with him. Of course I also new Mark's answer to that would be "fuck it" that I was more important, but my brother had sacrificed enough in his life for me. As I stood up and tucked the red button up blouse into the black skirt I was wearing I had to admit that Mark's as well as my disappointment wasn't just about where I would be sleeping, but the fact I wouldn't be sleeping with him.

My first few months in the clinic were a constant struggle, and when Mark came to visit we would mostly talk about how I was doing and if I needed anything, followed by the everyday small talk that I desperately craved, as I was separated from everything I knew while I was here. The last couple of months however as I was doing better and it was becoming obvious I would be able to leave soon, our conversations began to get a bit more interesting. Mark and I would talk about how much we missed and needed each other. For the last month not a night had gone by that I didn't masturbate to the thought of my brother's hard cock and soft tongue. Mark and I had talked last night when he came to visit, and figured we would wait at least until next weekend, and even then I wouldn't ask to sleep over his place, but he would pick me up and we would spend the day there.

Neither of us wanted to wait, even to the point where I had suggested he pick me up tonight and we go straight to his place for a couple of hours, but Mom and Dad knew I was getting out at five and had made six o'clock reservations at Marchetti's for a celebration dinner. As for tomorrow, I started work with a noon to nine shift and, in addition to that, Mom had been dying to get me home and Mark had told me that we could wait while she spent time with her daughter. My brother had also surprised me by saying that he knew Dad and I had been getting along much better and that it was important for me to be around him as well.

All in all it looked like Mark and I would have to wait a few days for our own special celebration. I suppose there were worse things however as had my brother not gotten to New York when he did, it would have been a funeral he and my parents would have been planning not a celebration. I closed my eyes and pushed that thought away. I was here now and that was all that mattered. I...

"Hey girlfriend it's five."

I turned to see my roommate Joann sitting in the chair in the corner where she had been reading a book. I looked at the clock and saw that she was right. I ran over to her and as she stood gave her a huge hug.

"Make sure you call me okay?" I asked her. "We'll do the meetings together when you get out."

"I will hon." Joann looked at me and smiled. "And you make sure you tell that hot brother of yours I'm getting out in two weeks and looking to get off as soon as possible!"

"You and me both!" I told her laughing then added to myself and also with my hot brother.

Oh Megan I thought as I grabbed my suitcase, the two things you will always be is a sick puppy and a nasty girl. I walked down the corridor to the main office where with my hand trembling in excitement I signed myself out. As I left the office, Mark was in the waiting room looking amazing as always. Mark was wearing a white short sleeve shirt and black jeans both of which hugged him quite well in all the right spots.

"Hey sis," He said flashing me a beautiful smile. "You ready to go home?"

I dropped my suitcase, and not caring that there were people sitting in the room, ran over and threw myself into his arms. Mark caught me, and hugged me to him so hard I could barely breathe. As the two of us stayed that way not saying a word, I felt myself begin to cry, and as I pulled away I saw by the look in his eyes Mark wasn't far from it himself. 

Mark kissed me on the cheek and it was all I could do not to turn my head and catch his lips with my own. Damn I needed him! At this point I didn't care if we pulled into a parking lot and hopped into the back seat. The look Mark was giving me told me he was probably thinking the same thing. As we stood there, our arms still around each other's shoulders, I gazed into my brother's amazing multicolored eyes and whispered;

"I'm going home little brother."

Mark smiled and hugging me again said in my ear;

"I'm proud of you sis," His voice choked up as he added; "So proud of you."

Mark then pulled away from me and grabbing my suitcase said;

"Come on Meg you've spent enough time here. Besides not only are you going home but I have some surprises for you."

As we walked out the front door I said softly;

"I've got something for you to little brother, and I can't wait to give it to you."

Mark laughed, and as we left the building we walked about a half a block when Mark stopped in front of a red car. I stopped with him and asked;

"Where's your car little brother?"

"At my place. We're taking this." He pointed at the car, which I saw was a Pontiac grand am that looked a few years old.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 24



"What's this? A loaner or something?"

Mark smiled, and taking my hand, put a set of keys in it.

"No sis, this is your car."

I stared at him speechless.

"No Mark," I told him. " You... I mean you've done so much for me already and I..."

"Oh please Meg," Mark waved me off. "Its six years old and I got a good deal."

"But Mark," I continued shaking my head. "You paid for most of the clinic and..."

"It's only money sis." Mark said putting his arm around my shoulders. "You're the most important thing in my life so just say thanks and leave it alone." He laughed.

"Hell when you're a famous artist, you can buy me an old clunker, and call it even."

I wanted to say I couldn't take it, but looking at it I was overwhelmed by the simple thought of I had a car! I looked at Mark and just found myself smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.

"This is surprise number one sis." Mark said and looking at me laughed; "Well you going to get in and drive or what?"

I shook my head and passed him the keys.

"You drive I'm too excited!"

Mark laughed again, and after taking the keys and tossing my suitcase in the trunk, opened the door for me. I giggled like a little girl, and as I got in I made sure to hike my skirt up almost to my hip.

"Damn," Mark said shaking his head. "Sis you are looking good!"

Mark closed the door, and after getting in, pulled away. We were silent for a few minutes as I looked out the window smiling at nothing in particular except the thought that I would be sleeping in my old room tonight. Mark turned down a side street to cut off the traffic and as he came to a stop sign I looked over to see him looking at me intently. I gave him a huge smile, which he returned then, as his smile faded, he reached out and gently touched my cheek. I leaned my face into his hand and as I did our eyes met.

Mark's eyes were that beautiful shade of greenish gold that I loved and as I looked into those eyes I was aware of my brother leaning slowly towards me, his lips beginning to part. My heart began to beat faster, and my breathing picked up as I turned my head to the side, and parting my own lips closed my eyes, and waited for the kiss I had been dreaming about for months. I was not disappointed as a moment later I felt the gentle touch of my brothers soft lips brush against mine.

We both moaned softly in our throats, as Mark's lips pressed harder, and the moans became louder as I opened my mouth to let my brother's tongue in to caress my own. I leaned in, and kissed Mark even harder, pushing my lips hard into his as our tongues continued to play. I felt Mark's hand slide behind my head and begin to run through my long hair. Mark's other hand slid from my cheek down the soft skin of my neck and started to undo the top button of my blouse. I felt a wave of moisture flow through my pussy, and was just reaching for Mark's crotch, when a horn blared behind us.

Mark and I both jumped as we had been so caught up in each other we had forgotten we were in the middle of the street. Mark gunned the motor and peeled through the intersection. As we drove down the street I noticed we were going by the old building that contained self storage units. The back gate was always open, but there was never anyone there. Of course the reason I knew that was a couple of years ago when I was selling myself that's where I would tell the johns to go park and...

Forcing that "humbling" thought from my mind, a trick I was certainly going to have to get used to doing, I looked over at my brother and said;

"Pull behind the U-haul building."

"What?" Mark asked glancing over at me.

"I need it Mark." I told him, and leaning over reached out and squeezed his huge cock through his jeans. "Oh how I need my little brother's cock."

Mark looked at the clock on the dash of the car.

"We have a half an hour to get to the folks place and Marchetti's sis."

"So we'll be late." I told him beginning to stroke my hand up and down his cock.

I was so wet I could feel the crotch of my panties sticking to my pussy. It had been close to a year since my brother and I had decent sex together, I didn't even want to think about the week before my stay at the hospital and before that...

"Meg we can't, Denise was all but begging me to take her to come get you. I can't make her wait."

"Mark please!" I begged. "We won't have a chance until next week!"

I squeezed his cock hard enough to get him to moan then started trying to unsnap his jeans.

"Just a quickie Mark, we'll hop in the back, and you can just fuck me It's been to long I..."

Mark looked over and smiled.

"Come on sis you can wait a few more hours."

"Hours?" I asked. "Mark we were talking last night we can't get to your place until..." I trailed off as Mark's smile widened.

"Look in the back seat sis."

I looked in the back and saw a large duffel bag.

"So? It's a bag I don't understand."

We had come to a red light, and looking over at me, Mark said;

"Denise called me this morning, and said she knows I feel bad that you can't come stay with me for awhile, and thought that maybe it would be fun for me to spend the weekend. After all they still have my old room set up as a guest room. Denise said it would be like the good old days."

"Are you kidding?" I asked.

"Nope," With a wicked smirk Mark continued; "That's right sis, the folks will go to sleep, and then your naughty little brother is going to slip into his big sisters room and do nasty things to her." He laughed. "Just like the good old days!"

"Oh my god Mark!" I exclaimed as what he was saying fully hit me. "We can sleep together tonight and tomorrow tonight!"

"And wake up together." Mark said, then leaning over and kissing me on the neck whispered softly in my ear. "Megan I can't wait to wake up with you in my arms."

Oh how good that sounded! The light changed, and as Mark pulled away, I sat back and sighed;

"I suppose after this long what's another few hours?"

Mark nodded then, as we got onto the highway, dropped his hand onto my knee and slowly trailed it up under my skirt. I let out a soft moan as my brothers hand made its way all the way up to the top of my thigh. A much louder moan escaped me as Mark started rubbing my thigh, causing the edge of his hand to rub along the crotch of my panties stroking my desperate pussy through the silky material. I clenched my thighs tightly around his hand and whimpered;

"Oh little brother please don't tease!"

Glancing over Mark winked and said;

"Open your legs sis and I'll take the edge off."

I certainly didn't need to be told twice. Sliding my heel off I lifted my right leg and after placing my foot against the glove compartment reached down and pulled my red thong, the one Mark had brought me last week, to the side.

"Oh yesss!" I moaned as my brother instantly plunged two fingers inside of my sopping wet pussy.

I began letting out soft sighs of pleasure as Mark started to slowly pump his fingers in and out. All I'd had up there in the last six months had been my own finger and my pussy felt delightfully tight against my brothers fingers, leaving me to wonder how incredible his massive cock was going to feel in a few hours. Those soft sighs turned into a long loud moan as turning his wrist into what had to be an awkward angle Mark placed his thumb on my swollen clit and started to rub in small circles.

"Ohh that is soooo nice little brother." I breathed out as I leaned back further into the seat and started to rock my hips back and forth.

Mark cut across two lanes to get into the right hand lane and as he slowed the car down his fingers and thumb sped up as did my breathing and moaning. Reaching down with my left hand I grabbed Mark's forearm and squeezing it groaned at how good the hard muscles there felt. Of course they felt nowhere near as good as the hard muscle I was truly anticipating but a turn on nonetheless. Feeling my legs already starting to tremble in anticipation of the first orgasm that wasn't from my own hands in half a year, I took my hand away from my thong and undoing one of the buttons in the middle of my blouse slid it inside.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back on the seat as I grabbed the barbell in my nipple through the bra and started to wiggle it back and forth pulling the sensitive skin there just enough to give me that delicious hint of pain that drove me wild. I wasn't the only one into a little pain as I heard my brother whisper;

"Squeeze harder."

I dug my long fingernails into Mark's flesh as hard as I could and felt my pussy flow even more as I heard him let out a sharp gasp that had hints of both pleasure and pain in it. Mark also began driving his fingers into my pussy harder and faster. 

"Oh you like it rough don't you, little brother?" I asked in between moans.

Mark's answer was to slip one of his fingers from my pussy and without warning drive it hard up into my incredibly tight ass. That sent me over the edge and dropping my leg down to pin Mark's hands between my thighs I threw my head back over the seat and let out a long loud wail of pleasure. For the last six months I'd had a roommate and had to cum biting into a pillow so now just the sound of my own voice crying out in ecstasy was enough to make me scream again. I dug into Mark's arm even harder as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through me. 

The best part was, even as I was bucking my hips up and down off the seat, all I could think of was that this was just my brother's hand; the thought of what he was going to do to me with his tongue later kept me cumming even longer and harder. With one last long shuddering moan my body relaxed and I slumped back into the seat gasping.

"Holy shit I came hard." I panted out.

"Guess so," Mark said, then looking down added; "I might have to change into a long sleeve shirt."

Looking down I saw that I had dug my nails into Mark's arm so hard that there were five unmistakable nail marks three of which were beginning to bleed.

"Damn, I'm sorry little brother I..." 

I trailed off as my gaze had dropped further down into Mark's crotch to see that not only was his enormous cock straining the material of his jeans, but there was a small wet spot where the tip of his cock was dripping. Apparently I wasn't the only one who desperately needed something. Looking up from his crotch I saw Mark bring his hand to his face and rub it under his nose. As I watched, totally turned on, Mark sniffed and rolled his eyes back in pleasure from the scent of his big sisters pussy. Now what kind of sister would I be if I didn't help him out after that? Reaching down I once again grabbed Mark's cock through his jeans.

"Ooooh someone misses his big sister." I cooed.

"Like you said Meg, don't tease."

I looked up and seeing that we were still several exits from my parents house, smiled and leaning over and kissing Mark's neck, I whispered;

"Well one good turn does deserve another."

With that I reached down reached down with both hands, and after unsnapping Mark's jeans and pulling the zipper down, I reached inside and fondled my brother's huge cock through his underwear. Mark slowed down and lifted his hips up off the seat so I could tug his pants down far enough to be able to reach in and remove his cock. I groaned at how good Mark's huge dripping prick looked as it sprang free. Even though I had just cum I could feel my pussy getting worked up again as squeezing his throbbing cock I started to slowly pump it up and down.

"Oh shit that feels good." Mark groaned.

I brought my hand up to the top and covering the head of Mark's cock with my hand, squeezed then twisted, rubbing his sticky pre cum across the sensitive head of his dick. The car suddenly surged forward as Mark's hips twitched and his leg kicked down.

"Easy little brother." I said laughing

I stopped laughing however as once again my eyes returned to my brother's enormous cock, which was so swollen the tip was turning purple.

"Aww," I said. "Has someone been hard for the whole ride?"

"Oh yeah."

"Yeah? Then you must need to cum as bad as I did then."

"Hell yeah I ...ohhh yeah sis just like that." Mark groaned, as while picking up the pace with my left hand, I brought my right hand around, and slipping it underneath, fondled his balls.

Mark slowed the car down even more, to the point where people were beginning to go around us. I'm sure my brother didn't mind as it gave his big sister more time to jerk off his amazing cock. I was leaning into Mark and as I continued to stroke him he put his arm around my shoulder and taking his eyes off the road for a moment gave me a quick kiss. I leaned further into him as bringing my hand up I started pumping his huge dick with both hands.

"Oh damn Meg," Mark moaned then added; "You are still a nasty girl aren't you?"

At this point my brother's cock was glistening with his own sticky fluid, and was so hard I could feel it pulsing in my hands, at that moment I realized it looked to good not to taste, and besides my brother deserved more than just a hand job from his big sister.

"You think this is nasty little brother?" I asked. "How about this?"

With that I quickly dropped my head into Mark's lap, and in one smooth motion, hungrily took Mark's massive dick deep into my more than willing mouth.

"Goddamn sis!" Mark gasped and I felt the car surge forward again. "Shit were in public people couldn't see my hand down there!"

I pulled my head from his lap long enough to say;

"And all they can see now is the back of my head; all anyone knows is the bad boy attorney is getting sucked off by a hot brunette now watch the road little brother!"

Without waiting for a response I went back to eagerly devouring my little brother's cock; taking him so far down that my lips were touching the base of his shaft. I held my head there enjoying both the sound of Mark's moaning and the feeling of having my mouth stretched to the limit with cock, and not just any cock, but my beautiful little brother's cock. I gave my head a shake causing both another surge of speed through the car, as well as more moisture flowing through my pussy.

Realizing that as much as I wanted to enjoy my brother's magnificent prick we were only a few minutes from my parent's house, I started bobbing my head rapidly up and down, taking Mark's cock all the way down each time. I felt the car slow and adding my hand under my mouth started jerking Mark off as I continued to blow him as if it were a competition. I could feel Mark's leg begin to shake and felt the cars speed dip even more as he got closer and closer to cumming.

I jumped at the sound of a horn blowing next to us, and realized from the sound of it that it must be a tractor trailer driver who could see down into the car. I felt a moment of panic at the thought of I had just been seen giving my brother a blow job in public. That panic however was quickly replaced by a surge of wetness through my pussy, as I realized that I was right, no one could see my face and this guy had no idea that the dirty little slut sucking Mark's cock was really his big sister. I moaned around his cock as I thought; oh Megan you are a nasty girl!

Apparently I wasn't the only member of my family who was nasty, as when the driver blew his horn a second time Mark grabbed a handful of my hair, and started roughly shoving my head up and down harder on his cock. My pussy gushed between my legs as I heard the horn go off a third time and it wasn't the only thing going off as I heard the car's engine roar and as it surged forward Mark's cock twitched in my mouth, and a huge spurt of hot cum sprayed into the back of my mouth and down my throat.

Mark's hand relaxed on the back of my head as I continued to suck and jerk his cock. With each stroke of my hand I was rewarded with another shot of my brother's sticky fluid shooting into my mouth. Mark was gasping and moaning as I continued to milk his cock. I moaned myself as greedily sucking hard on the tip I managed to get a few more drops of the cum I had been dreaming of tasting for the last few weeks. I sucked Mark down one more time then as I started to raise my head Mark put his hand on my shoulder and said;

"Keep your head down a minute."

I felt the car speed up then a moment later felt it begin to turn. 

"Okay." Mark said as he moved his hand.

I looked up to see we were going around the exit, Mark had kept my head down so there would be no one on either side of us when I popped back up. When he came to the stop sign at the end of it I reached out. and grabbing his chin and turning his face towards me. opened my mouth wide then closing it said in my best little girl voice:

"All gone!"

Mark laughed and shook his head as he lifted his hips and fixed his pants.

"Damn sis, I forgot how good you are at sucking cock."

I laughed loudly and asked;

"Hey Mark, you think they make hallmark cards that say that?" I got my laughing under control and said in serious voice;

"Sis, although were miles apart I can still picture your lips around my cock and..."

I lost the battle and started laughing again and I had to say it felt damn good. Mark shook his head and said;

"I love that laugh sis I really do."

"And I love you little brother." I told him and leaning over gave him a kiss on the cheek.

We arrived at Mom and Dad's ten minutes later to find them waiting on the porch for us. In the few seconds it took me to get out of the car, Mom, at just about a dead run, had already reached us and immediately through her arms up around my neck. I all but fell back into the car she had hugged me so hard, but I caught my balance and hugged her back just as tightly. I could feel my eyes filling up with tears and could already feel Mom's on my neck.

"Oh Megan honey," She said in my ear. "It's so good to have you home!"

I didn't answer instead just hugging her tighter. Seeing Dad approach I extricated myself from my mother's surprisingly strong grip, and as my father put his arms out to me, gratefully folded into him. I closed my eyes and felt the tears pouring down my cheeks. Of course it was good to be able to be here with Mark and Mom but in a way being held by my father was even better. Before I had gone into the clinic I hadn't spoken to my Dad in almost two years and the years before that weren't much better.

When Mark had brought me home from New York and took me to their house to stay a couple of days before checking me into the clinic, I had seen my father cry for the first time in my life. He had cried partly in joy for seeing me, because at that point they had truly believed I might be dead, but mostly because of how terrible I looked. During my six month stay Dad had come to see me almost every day and had attended counseling sessions with me to help work on our relationship. I was overcome with mixed emotions; sadness that it had gotten so bad in the first place, but also joy and appreciation that I had gotten another chance with the man who had taken me in and loved me as his own.

I pulled away and looking up at my father saw that he was fighting back tears himself. Giving him one of my huge crooked smiles, the kind of smile that until recently had been sadly absent in my life, I batted my eyelashes and sticking out my lower lip like I used to when I was little said;

"I missed you Daddy!"

My father laughed and hugging me again told me;

"It's good to have my little girl back." Laughing again he added; "Now let's go eat before your mother threatens us with staying here cooking."

I laughed and turned to look at Mom to see if she had heard it. She hadn't, she was over at the other end of the car hugging Mark, who had that comically awkward look on his face that he always had when someone was displaying emotion around him. I'm sure Mom was crying on his shoulder, and probably telling him thank you for the thousandth time in the last few months, which may have been a few less times than I had said it. 




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 24



Today was only possible because of my brother. My brother who despite everything I had put him though in the last ten years, and the horrible thing I had done to him before I left for New York had never given up on me. My beautiful little brother who had literally saved my life, somehow finding me in that godforsaken hell hole I had put myself in and bringing me back home. Mark was looking at me over Mom's shoulder and I winked at him. Mark smiled back shaking his head.

Dad sensing Mark's awkwardness took my hand and as we walked past them said;

"Come on Denise we'll be late and I'm getting lobster because I heard dinner's on money bags over here!"

On his way by my father swung out and clapped Mark hard on the shoulder. This was my father's way of showing affection, and the smile Mark gave him told me that he knew it. The last few months had also served to go a long way towards my father and Mark mending their own rocky relationship, which of course had started with my behavior, and how they each dealt with it. My father claimed that Mark had enabled me, letting me party and thinking it was okay because I was with him, then afterwards as I got worse always taking me in and helping me out of whatever trouble I had gotten into. Dad said Mark should do what he did; practice tough love and leave me in my own mess until I realized how bad it was. Mark's response had been that just because dad was weak and took the easy path of turning his back on me, didn't mean that he ever would. Mark would never quit on his sister and in the end it was that attitude that had saved not just me, but our entire family, giving all of us a second chance to be happy.

We drove to dinner in the new Lexus that Mark's company had leased for him. Dad sat in the front with Mark, and Mom sat in the back with me, and as we pulled away from the house took my hand in hers, and held it the entire way to the restaurant. At one point Mark turned to look at us in the back seat and although he tried his best to maintain that blank disinterested look that was his permanent expression, around anyone but me, I could see his eyes soften as he saw how happy Mom was and as his eyes turned to me I mouthed the words;

"Thank you."

Dinner was amazing, and not just because the food was the best I'd had in months, but because I couldn't remember the last time the four of us had been together and gotten along so well. We took our time ordering and eating and the conversation was light and fun. There was no mention of the last few months just reminiscing about some of the good times we'd had, or in some cases some of the stupid things my brother and I had done as kids including Mark's infamous time of being brought home by Krissy's father after he had been caught on top of her in her bedroom and him telling my father that if he saw Mark again he'd cut his cock off with a chainsaw. Dad had asked Mark how many times his manhood had been threatened since and my brother's reply was to shrug and with that smug smirk say;

"Every father's nightmare, every housewives fantasy."

Dad rolled his eyes, and as he did I had one of those deliciously nasty thoughts of if only Dad knew where Mark's cock had really been most of the time when we still lived at home. I sighed to myself; once a sick puppy always a sick puppy. I was sitting next to Mom, and Mark was directly across from me, and as dinner progressed, I found myself looking more and more at my little brother and admiring the man he had become. At this point Mark had been practicing almost five years and was already looking to either make junior partner or bolt from his firm for more money.

A year ago Mark had stepped up and taken a suicide case; an alleged mob hit man was facing the charge of murder and two prosecutors from the DA's office had already mysteriously dropped the case. Rhode Island state law decrees that if a party feels the State has not properly represented them or has been compromised they can hire a private prosecutor to work with the state. Mark had gladly volunteered to represent the wife of the victim and through the connections he had made from some "group" he had just joined, that his friend Alex Warner also belonged to, Mark had arranged a face to face meeting with the Mobster who had ordered the hit.

The story that had "accidently " been leaked to the paper after that was that Mark, after breaking the arm of the man's body guard, when he tried to throw him out, had then unveiled some incriminating evidence he had dug up against him and forced a deal. Mark not only got the conviction on the hit man but two other members of the family that were involved. Since then my brother had been in high demand and had bragged that he had made just shy of six figures already this year.

I smiled at the thought that Mark had achieved everything he had set out to. My brother was gorgeous, successful, and there wasn't a woman out there that he couldn't have. All this and he was six months shy of his thirtieth birthday. As I continued to stare at Mark my thoughts began to linger on exactly how hot my little brother really was, and found myself damn glad we had taken the edge off on the way, or I would be dripping as I sat next to my mother, not that I was far from it mind you but at least I was somewhat in control of myself.

On that note I had to say I was surprised that it hadn't bothered me in the least that I was sitting next to my parents after having blown my brother on the way over and was planning on fucking the shit out of him all night right under their noses. Years ago it had bothered me quite a bit that I had lied about it to them, but now it was how it had been when we had first started; I felt myself turned on by the fact that we were lovers. As I thought on it I think that maybe it was because I had sworn off all my other vices, but the one thing I would never give up would be my beautiful little brother.

I wasn't the only one that was thinking along those lines either, as a couple of times I caught Mark staring at me from across the table with a lot more than joy in his amazing multi colored eyes. Twice during dinner I slipped my shoe off and rubbed my soft bare foot up his leg, and once after Dad had gotten up to go to the bathroom quickly pushed it into his crotch, which to my delight was semi hard. Although we had played a bit in the car, I found myself thinking more and more about how fucking good it was going to feel to have Mark take his time on my body, and give my badly neglected pussy exactly what it needed.

After dinner we went to the house and after Mark had brought our bags upstairs, the four of us sat out on the deck and talked some more over coffee. Mom had remarked about me not changing into something a little more comfortable but I had been thinking about my brother unwrapping me all day, and wanted to stay in what I was wearing, after all black and red were my brothers favorite on me. By this time Mark was about all I was thinking about; it was just about ten pm and I could feel myself beginning to tremble in anticipation.

As if reading my mind Mark announced that he had been up since five and was going to call it a night. After giving Mom a kiss on the cheek he gave me a quick hug, and whispered in my ear to stay outside a little while and spend some time alone with the folks. It was everything I could do not to follow him straight upstairs, but he was right, and I guess I didn't want to make it look bad. Fortunately for me Dad began yawning about ten minutes later and went to bed himself, within a few minutes after that I told Mom that it had been an emotional day and I was exhausted. Mom said she was beat to and after we walked in together told me she was going to make pancakes for all of us tomorrow before I had to go to work.

Once again it took everything I had not to run up the stairs to my old, and now I suppose new bedroom. On the way by Mark's old room I stopped and gently touched the door; it was locked. Just like the old days I thought excitedly. I entered my room locking the door behind me and smiled; there were several candles lit on the nightstand and bureau. I walked over to stand before the bureau and as I was taking off my watch Mark came through the bathroom and walked up behind me.

My breath caught in my throat as I saw that Mark had already removed his shirt and the sight of his powerful build complete with that perfect six pack stomach sent a wave of moisture through my pussy. Mark encircled my waist with his arms and pulling me gently back into him rested his head on my shoulder where he nuzzled his face into my neck. Reaching up behind me, I took my long hair, and pulling it to one side, leaned my head to the side giving Mark access to the soft creamy skin of my neck.

I moaned softly as Mark's lips found that skin and began sliding back and forth, placing soft little kisses from the bottom of my neck right up to my ear lobe, which he nibbled on playfully. 

"Ohhh that feels sooo good Mark." I cooed as he pulled my collar to the side and kissed the spot where my neck met my shoulder.

""I've waited a long time for this sis." Mark whispered in my ear.

"Yeah little brother? You been waiting to be with your big sister?"

"Not just that sis but this."

As he spoke, Mark reached up and putting his hand along my cheek, gently turned my face so that I was looking directly at the mirror in front of us.

"Look at you Megan, you are absolutely beautiful."

I looked at our reflection, and as I had done earlier smiled at what I saw there; I did look good but better than that was how good my brother's face looked next to mine.

"We're beautiful." I said to him and turning my head kissed his cheek.

Mark turned into me, and our lips met in a long passionate kiss. I broke the kiss and started to try to turn around so that I was facing him, but Mark grabbed my shoulders and turned me back towards the mirror. Before I could protest Mark's hands went to the top of my blouse and started slowly undoing the buttons.

"Just watch." He whispered.

I did watch, as Mark's hands worked their way down, and after undoing the last button slid back up and grabbing the top of my blouse slowly slid it from my shoulders. Mark's hands then came back up, lightly running his fingertips up my arms. I sighed in pleasure, as reaching the top, Mark's hands met at the back of my neck and sliding down undid my bra. I began breathing heavier as with deliberate slowness Mark grabbed the straps and pulled them down my arms. 

At this point I could hear Mark breathing heavier as well, and his hands were trembling in excitement. Finally Mark let the bra drop away and we both moaned, as for the first time in over half a year my brother cupped my small but perfectly shaped tit,s and began fondling them. I watched in the mirror as Mark once again bent his head to my neck while his large strong hands squeezed and played with his big sisters tits.

"Ohhhh yes." I moaned as Mark's fingers found my hard pale pink nipples.

After teasingly rubbing his fingers across them, Mark grabbed the silver barbell,s and started to gently twist them back and forth just hard enough to stretch the sensitive skin. Mark was making soft moaning sounds in his throat as he sucked on my neck and fondled my tits, and I found those little noises of pleasure to be almost as big of a turn on as him playing with my tits. Reaching down between us, I gave Mark's cock a hard squeeze, and then unzipping my skirt let it fall to the floor to join the rest of my clothing.

"Damn you look hot sis." Mark said in my ear. "You... ohhh yeah that's nice."

Mark moaned, as leaning back I started grinding my ass into his rock hard cock. I also could feel my pussy getting wetter by the minute at the sight of myself, in just my thong, leaning back into my brother's muscular body while his fingers toyed with my nipples. Mark had been spending a lot of time at the beach and his tanned skin looked incredible against my ivory complexion. Getting impatient I reached up and grabbing Mark's left hand tugged down on it. Taking the hint Mark slid his hand down across my soft stomach, then as I held my thong to the side, dipped down between my legs and stroked my sopping wet pussy.

"Ohh little brother, oh yeah I... oooooh" 

Mark's fingers had found my swollen clit and started to rub it between them.

"Oh that's right Mark," I whispered. "You play with your big sister's pussy."

I groaned again as Mark's finger's left my clit and slipped inside of my overheated pussy. Grabbing his forearm as I had in the car, I began grinding my hips, driving his fingers deeper up inside of me. As good as it felt I was definitely ready for more, and stepping away from Mark I turned to face him and wrapping my arms around his shoulders leaned up and locked my full soft lips to his, and gave him the long lingering kiss that I had been thinking about for far too long. Mark's arms slid around my waist and pulled me tightly to him as our tongues entered each other's mouths. I started sliding side to side causing my hard nipples to rub across my brother's muscular chest, and Mark moaned softly as I started playing with his hair while still kissing him. I began rubbing my hands along his powerful arms and shoulders, marveling at how hard Mark's muscles were. Speaking of hard, I let my hands drop down, and stepping back, unsnapped his jeans and after unzipping, them dropped to my knees tugging them down as I went to the floor.

"Sit back on the bed little brother." I told him.

Mark certainly didn't have to be told twice. Taking a couple of steps back he sat on the foot of my bed, then watched, eyes wide, as I crawled over to him on my hands and knees. When I reached him I sat back on my knees, between his legs, and grabbing his dripping cock, began to rub it up and down the side of my face. Mark's cock was as hard as it had been in the car but this time rather than just shove it down my throat I took my time. After rubbing it along my face, getting both of my cheeks delightfully sticky in the process, I lifted his cock and ducking my head began to slowly tongue his balls.

"Oh sis that feels so fucking good."

"Yeah little brother?" I asked. "You like your nasty big sister sucking on your balls?"

"Oh yeah." 

"That's good little brothe,r because let me tell you, your nasty girl sister has been dreaming of these balls and this cock for a long time now."

I swirled my tongue around Mark's balls one more time, then starting at the shaft, ran my tongue slowly up the length of his cock, and after sucking the tip into my mouth for a minute, went back down the other side. I licked up the side again, but this time unable to hold back anymore put my mouth over the head of my brother's cock and took him all the way down my throat. 

"Damn that looks good." Mark said as I started bobbing my head in a slow steady rhythm.

I moaned around Mark's cock as I felt his hands begin to run through my hair while I blew him. Those moans turned into a sharp squeal, as Mark dropped his hands down and gave my nipples a hard pinch. I picked up the pace and began rubbing his balls as Mark's fingers stayed on my nipples, gently teasing them. I had my eyes closed and was in total bliss, on my knees sucking on my little brother's cock, and thinking about all the time we needed to make up for. I started sucking even harder when Mark grabbed my face in his hands and whispered;

"As good as that feels sis, I can't wait anymore. You need to get on this bed so I can taste my big sister's pussy."

Oh how good that sounded! After taking Mark's cock down one more time, and sucking it so hard my lips smacked when I pulled it from my mouth, I stood up, as Mark quickly took my place at the foot of the bed. Mark immediately dropped to his knees, and after slipping my heels off brought my left foot up, and after rubbing it across his face, started gently sucking my toes into his mouth one at a time. I moaned as Mark took his time swirling his tongue around each one, then after running his tongue down the bottom of my foot switched to the other one.

As Mark's tongue worked over my other foot, I grabbed the sides of my thong and slid it over my hips. 

"You can go back to my feet later little brother." I told him. "But for right now, you know where that tongue needs to be."

Mark reached up, and after pulling the thong off and tossing it aside, put my feet up on his shoulders, and with an eagerness that caused me to moan loudly, my brother leaned forward and plunged his tongue into his big sister's soaking wet pussy.

"Oh yes!!" I cried out.

"Shhhh!" Mark said

"Oh shit!" I began. "I... ohhhh"

Mark had slipped his tongue back inside, and holding my thighs, started shoving his face back and forth, tongue fucking my hot little hole. 

"Oh yeah, little brother, you love that pussy don't you?"

"It's my favorite pussy." Mark whispered as he pulled his tongue from my pussy, and with a deliberate slowness that made me whimper in anticipation, began to slide his tongue up through my wet lips towards my sorely neglected clit.

"Ohh you are a naught boy." I told him. "Sucking on your big sister's pussy."

Mark finally reached my clit and started slowly swirling his tongue around it. I reached back, and grabbing a pillow, put it under my head so I could lie back and watch the incredible sight of my beautiful brother between my creamy thighs his face buried in my smooth pink pussy.

"Ohhhh Mark, oh how I have dreamt of this!" I moaned.

After that I couldn't speak; I just lied there sighing and moaning in total ecstasy as Mark took his time, licking, sucking, and fingering, giving my grateful pussy the attention it had been sorely lacking. Mark knew my body like no other lover ever could, and played pussy like a violin, bringing me right to the brink, then backing off and starting me over. Had I not cum in the car this would have driven me nuts, but right now I felt as if I had died and gone to heaven.

Mark was moaning softly as well, fully enjoying the taste of his sister's pussy dripping in his face. Looking down I could see Mark's enormous prick standing straight up between his thighs, and as amazing as his tongue felt, this nasty girl knew what she needed, and she needed it soon.

"Oh please let me cum little brother!" I moaned. "I need to cum nice and hard, so my pussy will be all hot and wet for when you fuck me!"

"Yeah sis?" Mark asked. "You miss your little brother's cock?"

"It's my favorite cock!" I told him then added; "Make me cum and fuck me Mark I've waited long enough."

Mark still followed his big sisters orders well, immediately sucking my clit rapidly in and out of his mouth while plunging two fingers deep into my pussy. As Mark began working my pussy with a vengeance, I grabbed the barbells in my nipples, and started twisting them back and forth, harder and harder each time.

"Oh, oh oh yeah..." 

My legs began to shake, and I could feel my orgasm building yet again, except this time I knew I was going to cum. Mark was sucking my clit so hard his lips were smacking, and he was driving his fingers in and out hard enough to border on painful. I let out a low groan, and arched my back off the bed, straining for what was going to be the hardest orgasm I'd had in close to a year. With no warning, Mark brought his other hand up, and roughly slammed his finger up into my ass.

I went off like a rocket. Turning my head I bit the pillow, and through my clenched teeth let out a long wail of pleasure. The orgasm tore through my body like a runaway train; I clenched my thighs around Mark's head, trapping him between my thighs, as I thrust my hips wildly into his face. Mark was still somehow sucking on my clit, and his fingers were buried deep in both my holes, causing the orgasm to keep sending powerful waves though my pleasure wracked pussy. I howled into the pillow like and animal, biting down so hard my jaw was beginning to hurt.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 24



I arched my back, and let out one more long high pitched squeal, as the last of the orgasm flowed through me and I collapsed back into the bed gasping for breath.

"Oh..oh my god!" I got out in between breaths. "That was fucking amazing I...oh fuck yeah!!"

Once again I cried out loudly, as Mark had jumped to his feet, and grabbing my ankles, spread my legs wide open and drove his massive cock into my steaming pussy.

'Oh oh oh!" I gasped. "Oh fuck Mark easy!!"

I hadn't had anything bigger than a finger up there in months, and to have ten plus inches of cock suddenly jammed up there was positively painful. Mark thrust himself slowly in all the way then holding it there a minute began to slowly work it in and out a few inches at a time.

"Oh yeah," I whispered. "Just like that, let me get used to it."

Mark moaned as he slowly pulled it all the way out, and eased it back in. The third time he did it my brother let out one of those adorable little whimpers that he made when he really needed it.

'Yeah little brother you miss your sister's pussy?"

"Oh I need it." Mark moaned out sending a shudder through me.

"Yeah?" I asked. "You need your favorite pussy?" I smiled "It was your first pussy wasn't it little brother?"

"Oh yes."

"Best one you'll ever have and don't you forget it!" I told him.

"Oh yes." Mark whimpered again, as he gave me another deliberately slow pump.

I moaned as I felt my pussy stretched to the limit, completely stuffed with my brother's long thick cock. I looked up and smiled at the mixed look of desire and frustration on my brother's face, it was killing him to go this slow. My gaze shifted to Mark's dark hands wrapped around my ankles, holding my legs up and wide open, and I decided that my little brother had waited for his big sister long enough.

'Go ahead little brother." I told him. "Go ahead and fuck your sister, give it to her nice and hard."

As soon as I said it I turned my face back into the pillow, and just in time as Mark reared back and slammed his enormous cock full force into my tight little pussy. I moaned and squealed into the pillow as Mark began pounding the shit out of me. My brother had opened his arms all the way out, spreading my long legs to the point where I was all but doing a split, and he was burying himself to the hilt with every thrust. I had my head half turned into the pillow, but keeping my face partway uncovered, so I could enjoy the incredible sight of my brother as he fucked me.

Mark was sweating and every muscle in his shoulder's arms and chest were glistening with it as they flexed with every powerful thrust of his hips. Mark's eyes were lit up in pure lust, as he took in the sight of his big sister spread wide before him, taking everything he had. Mark was beginning to breathe heavier, and I didn't think it would be much longer, which in a way was a good thing, because I wasn't sure how much more I could take this time around. On the heels of that thought however ,the nasty girl in me came out, as I realized that before Mark came he needed to give it to me in my favorite position.

"I want to get on my knees!" I gasped out to him. "That's right I... whoa!"

I yelped in surprise, as Mark pulled out, and shifting his grip to just my right leg, unceremoniously flipped me over onto my stomach. Not that I was offended of course, as once I was on my stomach, I immediately pushed up onto my hands and knees and pushing my ass out over the side of the bed said;

"There you go little brother, you go ahead and fuck your big sister the way she needs it!"

Mark grabbed my hips, and in one smooth motion, drove the length of his cock into me so hard, I cried out again before I could get my head down into the pillow. Mark was absolutely hammering me and I was all but screaming into the pillow. By now though I was getting used to it, and with each hard thrust I was getting that delicious mix of pleasure and pain. Reaching back between my legs I began rubbing my clit as Mark continued his relentless assault on my poor little pussy.

Mark began gasping with each thrust, and I begged him to hold on;

"Oh please Mark just a little longer! Oh let you big sister cum on that cock oh please!!"

Mark groaned as he began to try to fuck me hard, but hold back as I sped my fingers up, and moaned into the pillow. Mark was fucking me so hard I could feel his balls slamming into my pussy, and I began to gasp in between the loud moans as I felt myself getting close.

"Yeah come on little brother!" I urged him. "Take that pussy! It's yours you know! That's right Mark your big sister's pussy is yours for the taking, go ahead and claim it!!"

"Oh sis please cum!" Mark begged. "I can't hold I... ohhh." Mark let out a whimper that sounded so pathetic it sent me over the edge.

I screamed into the pillow as the orgasm crashed through me, and as I began to buck wildly against him, Mark let out a cry of his own, and I felt his cock explode, sending a huge hot spurt of cum deep into his big sister's pussy. We both moaned as my pussy convulsed around his spurting cock. I let out a long sigh of pleasure, as I felt Mark continue paint the inside of my pussy with his cum, oh how good that felt! 

The last wave of the orgasm went through me, causing my pussy to contract around Mark's cock, and getting a whimper from him as it milked the last few drops of cum from his cock. I let myself go falling flat on my face on the bed, and a moment later Mark all but fell onto the bed next to me. We both laid there panting for a few minutes, until finally I rolled over onto my side to look at Mark, who was lying on his back his eyes closed.

"Damn I missed you Mark!" I told him.

"Same here sis." He shook his head. "Holy shit I came hard."

I smiled at him, as I knew what was next, and I had been dreaming about it as much as I had about sex.

"You tired Mark?"

"Oh yeah." 

"Will you hold me?" I asked.

"Megan," Mark said turning to look at me. "I have waited months to hear you ask me that."

I leaned over and gave him a long deep kiss. After I pulled away I shook my head and whispered;

"Naughty boy, you smell like your big sisters pussy."

Mark laughed, and I rolled over onto my side waiting in anticipation for the moment I had longed for. I didn't have long to wait, as a moment later, Mark pulled the sheet up over both of us, and lying on his side reached out, and putting his arm around my waist pulled me into him. I sighed contentedly as I felt my back rest against Mark's chest and he nuzzled his face into my neck.

"Just like the good old days, no little brother?"

"Yeah." Mark said softly then added; "Megan I missed you so much."

"I know Mark me too I..."

"Not just the few months in the hospital Meg but before that I..." Mark stopped, and I could hear that he was getting emotional. "I missed my sister Megan, she was... she was gone for a long time."

I could feel Mark's tears on my neck, and reaching down I grabbed his hand where it was resting on my stomach, and squeezed it tightly as my own eyes filled up.

"She's back now little brother." I said my voice tight with emotion. "Your big sisters back Mark."

"Please be okay this time Meg." Mark said, and my heart broke, as he let out what sounded like a small sob. "I... I can't go through that again I..." Mark trailed off then taking a deep breath added; "I'm sorry sis you don't need to hear..."

"Yes I do Mark." I whispered. "I need to hear how much you need me. I need to know how much you and Mom and Dad love me. I didn't think anyone could want or love me anymore and you showed me I was wrong, and I love you too little brother."

"We'll all always love you sis, just remember that." Mark said and kissed me gently on the neck.

"I will Mark, and I want you to remember something."

"What's that sis?"

"That your sister's back Mark and she's here for good." I squeezed his hand harder. "I promise you your big sister will never leave you again."



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 25



Authors note; This chapter as well as the next couple will be shorter than some of my recent ones (trying to stay within 3 pages)but will take a little while to go into the erotic encounters. This will occur in the first few chapters of part three as I will be using conversations and some non sexual flashbacks to set up quite a few things which will affect Megan's decision involving her brother. For those of you who enjoyed Lex Talionis and that style of writing which was a bit more "novel like". Then you should enjoy the build up of the next few chapters as I use them to get a glimpse of the present day Mark and how is life is not as perfect as it seems and how he continues to protect Megan from her past. As always thank you for reading.Lovecraft68

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I opened my eyes as those last words went through my mind; promising my brother that I would never leave him. Eight months later I would move to Chicago to start a new life; one that turned out to be everything I wanted it to be, but didn't include him. Once again leaving Mark to miss the big sister he had waited so long to get back, and, although it had been for a good reason, had left him. With a sigh I rolled over and checked the time on my phone; seven thirty. Giving up on falling back to sleep at this point I once again called Mark and listened to it go to voicemail.

I didn't bother leaving a message this time, Mark usually had court on Mondays so he would have to be done at the gym by eight, I would call back then and see if I could meet him there for a quick cup of coffee, just to make sure he was okay. Getting up, I grabbed my cigarettes and, going over to the old rocking chair that was near the window, sat down. Stretching my long legs out I put my feet up on the windowsill and, lighting a cigarette, went back to the last thought of my leaving my brother for Chicago. 

Originally when Betty had asked me about moving down there with her I had told her no. I understood why she was doing it, for a fresh start in a place where no one knew her and she wasn't constantly reminded of her past indiscretions. The difference for me however was that unlike Betty, whose family lived on the west coast and she barely saw, I had a brother and parents who had lost enough time with me and I certainly didn't want to take anymore away from them. Not to mention the fact that, although I had just made a year sober, they would worry sick about me if they couldn't see me all the time. Two weeks before Betty was to move something happened that had changed my mind, an event that went a little beyond just seeing a place where I used to get fucked up and feeling bad about it. 

I had taken Mom grocery shopping and, while she was checking out, went outside to have a cigarette. While I was standing there smoking I heard a guy's voice behind me say excuse me, when I turned around saw two guys around my age standing there. One of them asked me what my name was and I asked why they wanted to know. At that the other guy grinned and said they knew me and was surprised I didn't recognize them. I instantly began to feel a little uncomfortable, but to them I simply shrugged and said if they knew me then they would know my name. 

The first guy laughed and said that we had never gotten on the first name basis, but maybe the name Raven would ring a bell. That uncomfortable feeling immediately turned into a sick feeling in my stomach; Raven was the name I had gone by when I had worked some of the local strip clubs. Still trying to avoid any drama I told them they had me mixed up with someone else. It was summer time and I was wearing a tank top and, when I had said that, the second guy smiled and, pointing at my Medusa tattoo, said that he doubted there was another tall, hot brunette with the same tattoo.

Before I could say anything else the first guy smirked and told me it was too bad I didn't remember them because I had taken very good care of both of them at a bachelor party. The other guy laughed and told his friend that I had been pretty wasted, and besides, for a girl like me they probably all blurred together anyways. At that I turned my back to them but they came around and one of them asked if I was still in business. I told him no, that was a long time ago. With a laugh he asked me if I was sure, because he had a hundred dollars, and that was all it took last time.

I could feel myself blushing and, was ready to walk away, when Mom came out of the store with the carriage and, seeing the look on my face, asked if I was okay and who were my friends. One of the guys gave me an evil smirk and my stomach turned as I waited for him to say something terrible. Fortunately for me, the other guy had some decency and, after elbowing his friend, simply told my mother that they had known me from way back and just stopped to say hi. As they walked away the other one winked at me and told me it was good seeing me again. Mom could tell something was wrong and finally, when we got home, I told her I knew them from the "bad days" as she always referred to them and they were busting my balls. Mom, of course, felt terrible but had also made the remark that it was a good thing it was her that was there and not Mark. My brother would have seen it for what it was and he'd have started and, most likely, finished a fight. A week later I called Mark over to my folk's house and told them I was moving to Chicago with Betty. 

I shook my head as I knew that none of them had wanted me to leave, but I had to do what was best for me. It was ironic, because as an addict I had exhibited nothing but selfish behavior, and now, even as a recovering addict, I still had to act selfishly. For me, and others like me, every decision had to be what was best for me based on how it could affect my recovery. If something made me uncomfortable or stressed me too badly I could not just "suck it up" as some people would say and deal with it. No, I had to know when to back away, lest I allow myself to fall into situations that were no longer mine, so to speak. In the end my family understood and didn't make too much of a fuss over it. The fact that Mark knew some people down there made my parents feel a little better and, five years later, things really couldn't have worked out better for me down there. Of course I thought, as I licked my fingers and pinched my cigarette out, the operative word there as usual was "me". 

No that wasn't necessarily true, I hadn't done it just for myself; my family had benefited from it as well. I truly believe to this day that, had I stayed in Rhode Island, I might have slipped back; once again tripped up by guilt and old pain, but there were none of those melancholy memories in Chicago. Down there all people knew was that I had moved in from out of state, as opposed to up here where everyone that knew me, knew my past. Besides, at this point, the folks were used to it and I loved having my own life, unfortunately it seemed Mark had missed me more than I had thought. At that I started to wonder, is it possible he didn't love me and just missed me? No, what I felt Saturday night from my brother was his using his body to give me his heart. 

I stopped that train of thought, I had already had my mind spinning once and beating a dead horse wasn't going to get me anywhere. In the past I had learned that if I let things go the answers would come on their own, so for now I would go with that. Getting up I walked back over to the phone and saw it was a few minutes after eight. I dialed Mark again and this time when he didn't answer I began to worry. Hanging up I called his office, figuring maybe he had gone in early. It was only a little after eight but Mark's assistant, Paula, started early in case anyone who Mark was supposed to have in court called with any problems. 

Paula answered and, after I told her who I was, and made a couple of minutes of small talk, asked if Mark was there. After Paula told me he wasn't I asked if she could tell me when his first court appearance was. Paula told me that Mark was not on the calendar all week, and had told her to leave his schedule open until noon for the next few days. At this point I hung up, and decided to just go to his apartment. Going over to my bag I grabbed a short denim skirt and a tank top along with a lace turquoise bra and matching thong. 

Entering the bathroom, I stripped off the ridiculously cute pink nightshirt I'd worn to bed, and turned the water on, only to have nothing come out. I tried the cold water then realized that Mom had said they hadn't been using it and Dad probably had forgotten to turn the water valve on. Rolling my eyes I put the shirt back on and, grabbing the clothes, also stopped to get my purse and a pair of blue sandals and headed downstairs to use the other bathroom. I entered the kitchen to find Mom sitting at the table looking through some boxes. As I got closer to her I saw that they were old photo albums and I knew a trip down memory lane would be coming soon.

"Morning Mom." I said leaning over and kissing her on top of her head.

"Hey honey, you're up early. Want a cup of coffee?"

"Actually I was going to take a shower first then..." I started but Mom pointed in the direction of the bathroom.

"You're father's in there." Mom looked at me and asked. "What's wrong with..." She laughed. "Mr. fix it didn't turn the water on did he?"

"Nope." I said then putting my clothes on the table sat down across from her.

"Megan please," Mom said nodding towards my clothes. "You're father doesn't need to see that, no matter how old you are."

I looked down and saw that the thong was on top of the pile and quickly tucked it under the skirt. I laughed as she was absolutely right, Dad would not react well.

"Oh come on Mom," I said. "That could be fun, especially if I told him Laura bought it for me."

"Please dear, don't tease your father with that, you know he thinks it's a sin."

I shrugged and nodded, Dad had never understood my attraction to women, and always got excited when there was a new guy in the picture. I smiled at my mother, as she began looking through a shoe box full of old papers. Mom never minded one bit and had told me after her last visit to Chicago how much she liked Laura, and how happy we looked together. 

"I'm glad you never cared." I told her.

"Megan, the only thing I care about is my kids being happy, anyone who makes the two of you happy, will make me happy too."

Mom had said it in an offhand way as she continued to dig through the box, but the effect of her comment on me was overwhelming. It really was all Mom cared about, anything I wanted as long as I was healthy and happy was fine with her. I was also touched by her saying kids; Mom considered Mark her son as much as I was her daughter, on that note I needed to make sure Mark saw Mom before I left. Whatever was going on between him and Dad should have nothing to do with him seeing the woman who had always loved him as her own.

"I love you Mom." I said quietly.

Mom looked up at me and gave me a huge smile.

"I love you too honey. What brought that on?"

"Just the way you accept me, that's all, that all you want is for me to be happy."

"That's what all parents should want." Mom said. Then frowning added; "Speaking of happy hon, you don't look so good, you having trouble sleeping?"

"Yeah kind of." I told her.

"Laura?" Mom asked.

I shrugged and was going to let it go, then realized that my mother was really the only person, besides Mark, that I could ever really talk to.

"Honestly mom, I think I'm upset over Laura because I wasn't that upset over Laura." I paused then asked; "You know what I mean?"

"I think so." Mom said then added; "She was in love and you weren't."

"Right," I agreed. "And I just don't get it Mom, I mean I want to be in love, and Laura was perfect." I shook my head. "Beautiful, sweet, caring and she absolutely adored me. I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like I don't want to be happy."

"Runs in the family apparently." Mom said and, as she spoke, reached down and held up a picture of Mark with Samantha that had been taken right here on the same porch swing Mark and I had always sat on at night when we couldn't sleep.

"Mark really fell for her." I said.

"Not far enough." Mom shook her head. "I mean talk about perfect, this girl was gorgeous, graduated top of her class, and all but worshipped your brother." Mom looked at the picture and smiled wistfully.

"Tell you what Megan, when your brother brought her by I really thought she could be the one to tame him. I mean Samantha was the first girl I had met since Cynthia back when he was twenty." 

Mom continued to stare at the picture, a little sadly at this point.

"He was in love with her Megan, I could see it." She laughed softly. "And she was very sweet and from a big Italian family. I really thought I might even get to be a grandmother eventually."

That remark hit me hard, although I really don't think I would have ever wanted children, the fact that I never had the choice bothered me, as well as the fact that Mom, as she had just said, would love to have a baby to hold and spoil someday. It also hit me because, despite me telling him that he should, Mark had never told mom that he had gotten a vasectomy back at the age of twenty so that he couldn't make another one like him or my father as he put it. 

Mom still held out the hope that Mark might indeed settle down and have a family someday. Of course I knew it would never happen for either of us; Mom would never be a grandma, nor would I ever be Aunty Megan. My brother and my's past was truly the gift that kept on giving or, in most cases, taking. 

Mom had looked up and, seeing the look on my face, instantly felt terrible.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed. "I didn't mean it that way! I just..." She trailed off at a loss.

"It's okay mom," I told her quietly. "Really it is." Looking at her I shrugged. "Everything happens for a reason and, let's face it, as messed up as I was, it was a good thing I couldn't have gotten pregnant, who knows what would have happened." 

"Still honey I feel awful for saying it." Mom said "I was just..."

"Forget it mom." I said again, then changing the subject said; "You know Mark never did tell me why he broke it off."

"All he ever said to me was that he had doubts that she was the one and didn't want to lead her on." Mom grunted. "Funny how much the two of you are alike."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well when you think about it Laura was your Samantha, you and Mark both found someone perfect and pulled back." She looked at me and, pursing her lips in thought, added;

"It's almost as if the two of you are waiting for something, maybe you don't know it is, but you obviously know who it's not."

Mom's words caught me off guard; I had never made that connection between Laura and Samanthaand the remark that we were waiting for something. Were we waiting for each other? Had Mark been the first one of us to realize it? Mom was looking at me oddly and, once again, I wanted to get off the subject, but this time she let me off the hook;

"Anyways I brought all these pictures out and figured we could spend some time looking at them before you go out to lunch with your father."

"Yeah well you know mom," I began. "I'm actually going to hop in the shower when dad's done and go see Mark for a few minutes, I...

"But hon, you spent most of the weekend with your brother." Mom pointed out, looking disappointed. 

"I know Mom but..."

"And you said you're going back to his place tomorrow night." Mom continued. "I mean, I'm not trying to be difficult Megan, but who knows when I'll get a chance to spend time with you again."

"Look mom," I started putting my hands up. "I know what you're saying, but I..." 

Looking at my mother I realized there was no reason not to tell the truth, or part of it anyways. At least this way maybe she wouldn't feel slighted.

"Mark and I had an argument yesterday and honestly it's part of why I didn't sleep much last night."

"Really?" Mom asked, her eyes widening a little. "You and Mark never fight, well not these days anyways, what happened?"

Well you see mom, I thought, after I gave Mark a lap dance, we talked about how I took his virginity, and then he took me into his room and made love to me, then when he told me he loved me I acted like a bitch and...

"Well," I said out loud. "Mark kind of told me something and I didn't take him seriously and well you know him, first he got mad, now..."

"His feelings are hurt." Mom finished with a slight grin. "You know it's amazing, your brother acts as bad as they come, but he really is sensitive under all of that, at least with his sister anyways."

"And his mother." I added. "You used to positively dote on him when he was younger, and I don't care what he said, he loved it."

"Used to is the key word there, back before I somehow went from mom back to Denise again." Mom said sadly, before I could say anything she continued; "So you're going to go check on him?"

"Yeah, I really want to mom, and you know Mark, if I don't catch him before he gets into the office, he's there until god knows when."

"Okay hon, you go ahead and do that, I didn't mean to sound bratty, I just miss you that's all."

"I miss you too mom and I know its three months away, but I already planned on you and dad coming down for Thanksgiving."

"I know Megan, anyways, you should go I..." She shrugged. "I've been worried about Mark lately anyways, I hardly talk to him and well, I'm just worried that he's not doing well these days."

"Mark?" I asked surprised, of the two of us Mark, except for the Max incident, was never the one anyone worried about. My brother always more than took care of himself.

"Your brother's had a rough year Megan," Mom said seriously. "He broke it off with Samantha, and I don't care what he said, I could tell he was heartbroken over it, and a couple of months after that was that horrible Winthrop case."

"Yeah but he won that case and..." I started but mom kept going.

"He did Megan, but those people all but ruined your brother, I know you saw some things on the news, and of course Mark was talking to you during it but you weren't here." Mom shook her head. "Every day there was something new, they were tearing him apart, everything from bringing up Max, to that cult stuff, and that horrible sex video they dug up." 

Mom looked away for a minute as if trying to forget the image that had probably just entered her mind, then kept speaking.

"They even brought Samantha back into town to rattle him and he ended up lost, losing his friend Alex over that mess."

"If Alex was really Mark's friend, he wouldn't have taken that rich asshole's side mom." I pointed out.

"It doesn't matter Megan, Mark saw Alex as a brother. I mean he used to come over here for Sunday dinners when he lived down here. I'll tell you between him, that punk kid's father and that sleazy lawyer they had, it really looked like your brother was going to lose, and that poor girl was going to have to watch that kid walk. Honestly, to this day, no one knows how Mark won that case. All anyone knows was that it was the ugliest trial this state has ever seen and your brother really hasn't seemed the same since. Never mind he hasn't spoken to your father in months and hardly at all to me." 

As mom spoke I started to think about it. I of course had known all this, but had never put all three things together, or thought that it would be more than Mark could handle. Then again, maybe it was because I was so accustomed to my brother being strong that it never occurred to me that things like that would have a lasting effect on him. 

"There's my little girl!" 

Dad said and before I could turn, came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed my cheek.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 25



"Morning daddy!" I exclaimed happily turning my head and batting my long eyelashes at him.

"I think I'm a little old for daddy hon." 

"Then that means I'm too old to be your little girl." I replied.

"Hmmm." Dad said as he walked over to the counter to pour a cup of coffee. "Well then in that case Daddy's okay then."

"I thought so." 

I was glad dad had popped in when he had as, once again, things seemed to have been taking a dark turn and Mom had looked like she was starting to get upset. As I watched, dad put his coffee down and give my mother a kiss on the cheek, I smiled at how close my parents were. They had been through a lot, with mom losing Jacob, and not being able to have her own children, and god knows I had put them through the wringer, and not just me, Mark's barely dodging an attempted murder charge years ago hadn't been easy either, but through everything the two of them had, if anything, grown closer.

As I looked at Dad I noticed he was wearing his golfing clothes.

"You playing today dad?" I asked.

"Yeah, I made it through the first round of the tournament yesterday."

"Yeah but..." I began.

"Don't worry hon," Dad said with a wink. "I know I have a hot lunch date. I'll be back here by two and we can go wherever you want."

"Okay." I said relieved; I had thought that dad was going to dodge me because he knew I was going to bring up what he had said about Mark yesterday. "But it's my treat okay?"

"You know hon," Dad said grinning. "I'd fight you on that but, after you telling me about your six figure deal last night, I'll gladly let you."

"Good." 

Dad went over to the old cookie jar on the counter, and after lifting the top and looking into it, frowned.

"Hey Denise, there was twenty five dollars in here. Did you take it?"

"I had to get gas Doug."

"Well shit Denise, I needed that for today."

"And you wouldn't have gotten there yesterday with no gas in your car Doug."

Dad shook his head and shrugged.

"Well so much for that, check's not coming in until Wednesday."

Taking my wallet from my purse I took out a fifty and held it out.

"Don't be ridiculous Dad, go play golf."

"I can't take that hon." Dad said shaking his head. "You buying lunch is one thing, but..."

"Please take it dad, it makes me feel good." I told him.

Actually what I felt was terrible that my father, who had worked his ass off his entire life, was this broke. When I got that down payment this week I would send mom part of it. I had more than enough these days. Dad was still hesitating and I said; 

"Dad you paid thirty grand for two years of college and I up and quit. The least I can do is pay for some golf."

With a laugh Dad reached out and took the money.

"Well when you put it that way." He said, then pausing, added; "I appreciate it hon."

"I appreciate you letting me." I told him meaning it.

When dad had left I looked at mom. 

"Hey mom I didn't want to say anything, but why is dad paying for golf? Didn't Mark get him that lifetime membership to the club for father's day a couple of years ago?"

Mom sat back and sighed.

"After whatever happened between them, your father sold the membership and sent Mark a check with a note saying he didn't want anything from him." Mom grunted. "Mark called me and asked me to come by his office, he gave me back the money in cash. I used it to pay a year's worth of property taxes." Mom put her head down and said quietly;

"It's bad between them Megan, it really is." She then sighed and continued; "I have to say I think it's more your father, Mark didn't seem mad, just kind of," She shrugged. "Sad really."

I sat there quietly for a minute, hearing again in my mind, my father asking why that fucking animal was in his house. Oh my brother, I thought, what the hell did you do? To mom I asked;

"And you have no idea? I mean have you tried to get dad to talk about it?"

"Of course I have." Mom said sounding frustrated. "All your father says is I'm better off not knowing. Megan, I've known your father for fifty years, the two of us are best friends and he's never kept anything this important from me."

I didn't answer right away, as my first reaction was to laugh as mom had said that last part. Over the years my father had kept many things from my mother. Granted they were all bad, and mostly about me, and the things I had done, and mom was better off not knowing. My father loved my mother dearly and I knew that when he left her in the dark, it was because he wanted to protect her. My mother was a sweet woman and had been strong in her way, but ever since her breakdown after Jacob died, she was quite fragile and prone to depression, I of course, had sent her into that several times over the years and that was from what little she did know.

As much as I knew dad was probably doing the right thing, I couldn't help but think that it wasn't fair that this sweet naïve woman really believed that her husband told her everything when he really only told her what he thought she could handle. Then again, I had been guilty of taking advantage of that naivety myself; especially when Mark and I had been caught at the hotel. Mom had felt there was no way we could be having sex, that dad was crazy, I had played it up and had her ready to fight dad tooth and nail and all along it had been dad who was right. Why the hell had I read that fucking journal last night?

"I'll talk to Mark this morning Mom." I told her. "And dad at lunch."

"Good luck." Mom said shaking her head disgustedly. "The two of them are like rocks when they want to be."

"Yeah well, I know how to get my brother to talk."

As I spoke I instantly had an image in my mind of having Mark tied to his bed and teasing the shit out of him with my mouth and body. Oh Megan, you are a nasty girl and in front of your mother no less. Wanting to end the conversation before mom started getting really upset, I grabbed my clothes and was getting ready to stand up when I was struck by Mom's comment about dad being her best friend. It had reminded me of what I had been thinking about my relationship with Mark.

"Hey mom," I began. "You know how you just said dad was like your best friend?"

"Not like hon," Mom answered. "He is."

"Well," I hesitated not sure how to say it. "Can someone be more than one thing at a time to you?"

"What do you mean Megan?"

"I... well you know, if someone is you know like a friend, could you become their lover and still be friends too?" 

"If you mean lover like someone to fool around with hon, probably not, but if you mean a true love well then they'll be one and the same."

"I..." I paused, of course I was thinking about still wanting Mark to be able to be my little brother as well as more. I didn't want to have to choose. "I'm not sure I get it."

Mom laughed.

"No wonder you have trouble in relationships." Mom sat back and, picking up a picture of her and Dad that had been taken at Mark's PC graduation, looked at it and smiled before continuing; 

"Megan, there is no separation, it's not like your father comes home and says, "Denise I need to talk to you as a friend", then later on that night takes me to bed and becomes my husband. A true partner is all things at all times. Whenever I see Doug I see my everything." She put her hands out and said;

"Apparently Laura wasn't your everything, but don't worry hon, that person's out there." She paused and added; "Maybe you should stop looking so hard. I mean who knows? If you stop trying maybe they'll come to you."

They did, as a matter of fact, I thought to myself, and just look at how well I handled that.

"Why are you asking hon?"

"Just wondering." I told her with a shrug.

Getting up I gathered my clothes.

"Well I'm going to hop in the shower and go see Mark. I should be back in an hour or so."

"Take your time Megan, like I said, I didn't mean to be grabby about my time with you."

"I'll be quick mom, but like I said, I'll bring up dad to him."

"If you want hon, I don't want to put you in the middle, but if you can, will you do me a favor?" Mom asked.

"Of course." I said.

"Just tell Mark that his mother misses him."

As I stood in the bathroom and waited for the hot water to come up I tried Mark one more time and, once again, got no answer, putting the phone down and taking off the night shirt, I found myself hoping he wasn't ignoring me. I hadn't left him on bad terms yesterday, but had said we could benefit by being apart the next couple of days. Hopefully Mark wasn't playing games and taking that to heart.

Stepping into the shower I found myself thinking that this was what is was like to be a daughter as well as a sister. Family wasn't always about the good stuff, what was going on between my father and Mark needed to be fixed. In a way it was my turn anyways; six years ago Mark had brought me back from the brink and put our family back together, now it was Mark who somehow had become the odd man out and I was going to have to fix it. I hadn't lied to mom; I would mention it to Mark this morning but would not push him. No, the situation between he and I was more important right now. If Mark didn't answer, it would be dad I would have to really go after.

As I turned and let the hot water hit the sore muscles of my back, muscles that were still hurting from Mark's all out assault on my body yesterday, it occurred to me that even if I somehow got Mark and dad to speak and put the family back together, would it just be to tear us apart again? The one thing I knew was that if Mark and I were to take that step and become more than just lovers, if we were to take a run at being a couple, I would have to tell my parents. There was no scenario that I could play out that would let me believe that it would be a pleasant conversation, and that it would be met with anything but dad telling me that we had been lying to him for twenty years and Mom being upset. 

Unfortunately it would either be hear it from me, or from somewhere else, as I had no doubt they would find out sooner or later. Twenty years ago Mark and I could have never chanced it because we were right here in Rhode Island, had we been able to leave town back then however, we probably could have. Nowadays things were different, granted living states away gave us a chance, especially because everyone in Chicago already thought Mark was an old lover from out of town. However it was only a matter of time before we were caught, maybe not by anyone else, but by my parents for sure, and it was two simple words that would do it; the internet. 

If you were to search my name, you would not only get my website but, of course, magazine articles and pictures from my showings, including me with a variety of people from Abigail Lefay, to a few local celebrities and of course Laura and before her Ben who, in those pictures were described as my lovers. Mark's name would bring up a ton of articles and photos. Most of the articles were about his career, but the pictures, on the other hand, were a different story. Mark was a papparazzi's dream. There were pictures of my brother carousing at bars with girls half his age, carrying on at strip clubs and several of him shirtless, flaunting the tattoo's and complete "bad boy" attorney image. There was also many of my brother with quite a few affluent people, connections he had made either through his career or the "group" he belonged to. The most notorious of these featured Mark with a blonde supermodel named Victoria Redding from New York.

Redding, who had made the cover of Sports Illustrated's swimsuit issue three years ago, was also a member of Mark's group and had attended several functions with my brother. This, of course, led to the press using their favorite internet expression "linking" the Providence attorney with the blond bombshell model. That was the internet's biggest draw; photos of people, couples, lovers. How long before there was a picture of "underground artist Megan DeCosta with new boyfriend attorney Mark Phillips on her arm?" Or better yet, one of Mark and I in full goth garb down at the Black Flame captioned; "New bad girl for the bad boy?"

My father was extremely proud of my career and, up until recently, Mark's as well. Dad surfs the net constantly and has entire folders full of pictures and articles on the two of us. There was no way he would not see us together at some point. This was yet another issue; earlier I had worried what Mark and I's relationship would come to if I turned him down, now it dawned on me that it wasn't just about us. If I chose to take Mark up on his offer would I be losing my parents? Would it come down to that kind of choice? 

I turned back to face the water and, as I picked up the soap and started slowly lathering my arms, once again pushed everything aside. One thing at a time and first thing was to go and see my brother. Finishing my arms I began rubbing my soapy hands across my stomach and, closing my eyes, imagined my brother in the shower with me, standing behind me and washing me. On that thought my hands reached up and, using my fingertips, began gently rubbing my erect nipples. I moaned softly and, putting one leg up on the edge of the tub, trailed my hand down across my stomach. 

Sliding it between my legs I began rubbing my pussy, which was wet from more than just the water at this point. I began to breathe faster as my fingers found my swollen clit. I leaned against the wall while picturing my fingers as my brother's soft tongue. The shower had always been my favorite place to play and there was no better way to settle my mind down than an orgasm, even one by my own hand. As I slowed my soapy hand down, teasing myself I recalled once again that great first weekend back home after the rehab. Mark and I had taken up where we had left off ten years before that and had fully enjoyed each other all weekend right under my parent's noses.

I moaned again as, keeping my thumb on my clit, I dipped two fingers into my hot little pussy and started working them back and forth. We had played in the shower that next morning and, as I began to envision it, removed my fingers from my pussy and started rubbing my hand up and down through my soft wet lips, holding off cumming, as I replayed that amazing next morning. 

I opened my eyes and immediately smiled as the first thing I saw was the forest mural that I had painted on the ceiling over fifteen years ago. Lying there I stared at the painting for a couple of minutes, admiring the detail I had put into it, the different types of trees, the flowers, and of course the assortment of small animals peeking out from amongst the foliage. I'd had incredible talent even back then, and now that I was on the right path, couldn't wait to start shopping around the work I had done while in the rehab. Not only that, but as another wonderful surprise my father had redone my old attic studio, and he and mom had bought enough supplies for me to paint an entire showing.

As I lied there my smile broadened as I felt my brother's warm breath on my neck. At some point during the night I had rolled over on my back, Mark was now lying on his side, his left hand resting on my stomach, and his head nestled on my shoulder. Looking down I took a moment to enjoy the sexy contrast of Mark's well tanned hand where it lay on my ivory skin. Sighing contentedly I turned my head slowly, as to not wake him up, and stared at my beautiful little brother's sleeping face. It was hard to picture Mark as being my little brother anymore, as it had certainly been him taking care of me for the last few years, but all that was going to change very soon. As I had told him last night; Mark's big sister was back and planned on spending the rest of her life taking damn good care of her little brother.

Speaking of taking care of my little brother, as much as I enjoyed watching Mark's peaceful features, we had a lot of time to make up for and I had to be at work at noon, meaning mom would be looking for us to come down fairly early. Bending my head down I softly kissed Mark on the lips and smiled as he made that cute little cooing noise in his sleep. The smile left my face however as I once again kissed him, but much harder this time. This time Mark's response was to kiss me back and slide his hand from my stomach straight down into my already moist pussy.

"Ohhh," I moaned. "Now that's how to say good morning."

"It's a start anyways." Mark whispered and, after giving me a wink, slid his head further down and started flicking his tongue teasingly across my nipple.

"Don't tease it Mark, suck on it!" I said and, bending my arm up, grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face hard into my tit.

Mark did as told and I groaned in pleasure as my brother sucked my nipple into his mouth while slipping two fingers inside of my hot little pussy.

"Oh yeah little brother," I whispered as I played with his hair. "You suck on your big sister's tit, show me how much you missed them."

Mark propped himself up on his elbow and, leaning over, caused me to let out a soft sigh of pleasure as his thumb found my clit just as his mouth descended on my other nipple. I closed my eyes and started slowly rocking my hips as Mark's hand worked his big sister's pussy. A moment later I whimpered as Mark removed his hand from between my legs and lifted his head from my tit.

"Oh don't stop Mark I..."

I was cut off as my brother pressed his lips to mine, engaging me in a long slow kiss. At first I tried to pull back to tell him to go back to my pussy, but Mark had gotten his hand behind my head and held my face to his. I didn't fight for long however as, after Mark slipped his tongue into my mouth and brought his left hand up to my face to gently caress my cheek, I gave in completely to his kiss and returned it passionately.

Mark slid back and, grabbing my shoulder, pulled me onto my side so that we were facing each other. As soon as he did I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly as we continued to kiss. 

"Hmmm-mmm" Mark groaned as his arms went down around my waist, pulling our bodies even closer together.

I pushed my right leg against his and, as Mark lifted his top leg, slid mine between his and, sliding it up, moaned as I could feel his balls resting on my leg as well as his huge cock rubbing against my stomach. Breaking the kiss, Mark slid his lips down to the soft skin of my neck and, after sucking gently for a moment, whispered in my ear; 

"We went fast last night sis, let me enjoy you this morning."

"Whatever you want little brother," I moaned out as Mark began nibbling on my ear as his right arm left my waist, bringing his hand back to my nipple.

"I want to take my time on my sister's hot body is what I want."

With that Mark pulled back and, after giving me a gentle push on my shoulder to roll me over on my back, rolled over on top of me and, bracing himself up on his elbows, bent his head and started sucking gently on my left nipple. After switching and paying equal attention to my neglected right tit, Mark's tongue began trailing a slow teasing path down my stomach. I laughed out loud as he stuck his tongue in my naval, tickling me, then moaned as continuing southward, his tongue not only found, but plunged into, my needy little pussy.

Mark slowly swirled his tongue around the inside of my dripping pussy, before pulling it out and, after spreading my smooth pink lips open, blew lightly on my swollen clit.

"Here let me," I whispered and, reaching down, spread my pussy wide open in my brother's face. 

Taking my index finger I gently teased my long red nail across it, enjoying the look of lust in my brother's eyes as he watched his sister play with her pussy inches from his face. Bringing another finger down I pinched my clit hard between them and said; 




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 25



"Go ahead and suck on that clit little brother, just like you did last night, and just like you will tonight."

Mark leaned forward and began tonguing my clit as he slid two fingers inside. I let my head fall back on the pillow and, letting go of my clit, brought my hands up to start teasing my nipples lightly with my fingernails. 

"Oh damn that's nice." I said quietly as Mark was now sucking my clit in and out of his mouth in the same slow rhythm that his fingers were pumping my pussy.

Looking back down I saw that Mark had lifted up a little bit and could see his huge cock pointing down into my bed. Staring at his cock I licked my lips and told him;

"Roll over on your back little brother."

"Don't rush sis," Mark started. "I..."

"Little brother, your nasty big sister needs that big hard cock in her mouth; now roll over so we can both have fun."

Knowing what I meant Mark gave me that adorable shy little smile, that no one else who knew him would ever think him capable of and, sliding up from between my legs, rolled over onto his back. I immediately sat up and, crawling forward, I swung my right leg and arm over Mark's hips and, resting on my elbows between his legs, wiggled my hips playfully, showing off my well shaped ass and pretty pink pussy.

"Damn you're fucking hot sis." Mark whispered.

With deliberate slowness I crawled backwards, as I did I kept my body low enough that my hard nipples were just grazing my brother's skin and my long black hair was also tickling across him. Getting impatient, Mark reached forward and, grabbing my legs just over my knees, pulled me backwards until I yelped in surprise as I felt his tongue slide into my ass.

"Oh you naught boy!" I exclaimed as while I worked my legs underneath his shoulders, Mark spread my cheeks wide open and pushed his tongue deeper into my asshole.

Mark's incredible cock was pressed against my chest and, as I leaned up, it sprang to attention in front of my face. Grabbing it in my right hand I pulled it to the side and, bending my head down, started swirling my tongue across my brother's balls. Mark groaned into my ass as I sucked on his balls while slowly pumping and squeezing his throbbing cock. 

"Oh yes!" I panted as Mark's tongue left my ass to be replaced by one of his fingers.

I rested my face on his thigh, still jerking his cock and, moaning, Mark worked his finger all the way into my incredibly tight ass and his tongue once again found my hard clit. Picking my head up I slid my tongue up along the side of his shaft and then, losing patience, opened wide and took my brother's cock almost all the way down in one smooth motion.

"Oh yeah," Mark moaned, "Oh damn I missed your mouth sis."

Another comment for a hallmark card, I thought to myself, as I opened wider and took the rest of him down until my upper lip was touching the edge of his balls. After pausing and slowly swirling my tongue around the base of his shaft, I started bobbing my head up and down, going about halfway up the length of Mark's huge prick before sliding back down. My brother moaned as, adding to his pleasure, was the fact that his sucking on my clit had me steadily groaning around his cock.

Reaching around I took Mark's balls in my hand and started gently rubbing them as I continued to blow him. My other hand was still around his cock following the wet trail my mouth was leaving and jerking him off as I sucked on him. My moans started to turn into high pitched whimpers as Mark's fingers were stuffed into both my pussy and ass, as he continued to suck my clit in and out of his mouth.

I started rocking my hips up and down as I could feel myself getting ready to cum. I started letting more of Mark's huge cock out of my mouth before going back down, deep throating him with each long slow suck. I moaned again as I could feel my thighs start to tremble and had just taken Mark's cock from my mouth to tell him to go faster, when suddenly, Mark removed his finger from my ass and, grabbing the back of my head, shoved it all the way back down his cock and, holding it there, started to fuck my mouth. 

The turn on of having my brother's enormous cock forced down my throat, coupled with his rapid sucking of my clit, sent me over the edge. I tried to squeal, but all that came out was a whimper as I was cumming with my mouth and throat completely stuffed with my brother's cock. Letting go of his balls I dug my finger nails into his thigh as my hips thrashed wildly and I whimpered and moaned as Mark continued to fuck my mouth. Letting go of his cock I grabbed his other thigh and dug in there as well, squeezing so hard I heard Mark's breath hiss out between his teeth. Letting go of the back of my head Mark slid his hand between us and, grabbing my nipple, gave it a hard pinch.

I pulled my head from my brother's cock and let out one long loud moan as the last of the orgasm flowed through me. I leaned back and, grinding my pussy once more into Mark's face, gasped out;

"Damn I came hard I... Ohhh look at that cock." I whispered.

Mark's cock was so hard and swollen the head was turning purple. With no hesitation I slid forward and down my brother's body until my legs were once again straddling his hips. Leaning forward I grabbed Mark's ankles and, pulling my legs up, got my feet flat on the bed until I was squatting over my brother's massive cock. Not needing to be told, Mark reached down and, grabbing his cock, held it straight up and placed the tip directly at the edge of my pussy. I lifted up a little more then, letting my weight go, plunged downward, driving Mark's huge dick deep into my sopping wet pussy.

"Oh fuck that's deep!!" I exclaimed loudly as my ass touched Mark's stomach and I was completely impaled on his cock.

"Shhh!" Mark groaned out.

Using my legs I started bouncing up and down on Mark's throbbing prick. It had been a long time and even after last night I wasn't used to him yet and, for the next couple of minutes, worked myself up and down so slowly that my brother was moaning with every stroke, desperately wanting to fuck me.

"Awww do you want to slam your big sister's pussy, little brother?" I asked.

"Oh please go faster sis, I need to cum." Mark whimpered.

"Ooooh," I cooed, as I once again slowly descended an inch at a time down my brother's long thick cock. "And where do you want to cum little brother?" 

"Inside of my big sister's pussy." Mark answered.

"I don't care how old we are, that will never get old."

I then let out a loud moan as I once again came all the way down. My pussy was stretched to the limit and it felt incredible. Mark made one of those adorable little whimpering noises as, while still with Mark buried to the hilt inside of me, I wiggled my ass back and forth.

"Oh please sis I... ohhhh." Mark whimpered again. "Oh don't tease me."

What could I say to that?

"Just stay still little brother," I told him. "And let your nasty big sister give you what you need."

I gently drew Mark's cock all the way out then, after a moment's hesitation, drove myself back down hard and immediately came back up again. Leaning over even further I bit my lip and started bouncing up and down on Mark's cock as hard and fast as I could. Mark reached out and, grabbing my hips, started lifting and pulling me, slamming his cock even deeper into my pussy. Despite my best efforts not to, I started yelping every time I dropped myself onto my brother's cock. Reaching out Mark grabbed my legs over my knees and yanked hard.

I fell backwards on top of him and, before I could react, Mark reached around and, covering my mouth with his hand, held my left leg up from the back of my knee and started thrusting his hips wildly, slamming his huge prick into me as I lay on top of him with my back to his chest. I squealed loudly into his hand over and over as Mark, no longer worried about the noise, or at this point even whether or not it hurt, continued to fuck the shit out of me. Reaching down I grabbed the base of Mark's shaft and started jerking him off as he fucked me. 

"Oh fuck yeah sis!" Mark exclaimed. "Oh just like that! I..."

Mark let out a loud gasp as his cock exploded inside of me, sending an enormous spurt of cum into his big sister's thirsty pussy. Mark stopped pumping his hips as I continued to jerk him off, each stroke of my hand producing another shot of hot cum. Mark was moaning and whimpering in my ear and the sound was driving me crazy. 

"Oh oh yeah sis, oh damn." Mark panted and, after a couple of more strokes of my hand, reached down and grabbed my wrist.

"Okay." He whispered.

I gave his cock one more playful squeeze then, rolling off of him onto my stomach(,) said;

"Goddamn that's the way to wake up!"

Mark lied there silently for a minute then said;

"Hey sis, know what else I missed?"

"Is it what I hope it is?" I asked expectantly.

Without another word, Mark rolled off the bed and, taking my hand, pulled me up into a sitting position. 

"I... hey!" 

I laughed out loud as Mark swung his arms underneath me and effortlessly lifted me up off the bed. Turning Mark carried me into the bathroom where, after putting me down, he turned the shower on and, pulling the curtain aside, gestured me in. Giggling like a schoolgirl I hopped under the hot water and moaned in pleasure as, getting in behind me, Mark wrapped his arms around me and, after kissing my neck, grabbed the soap and, starting at my shoulders, began gently washing every inch of my body, even dropping to his knees and getting the bottoms of my feet and, of course, burying his face into my ass. 

Standing back up, Mark pushed me in the back and, taking the hint, I put my hands against the shower wall and bent over. Mark reached around and, as his thumb found my clit, shoved his once again hard cock into me from behind. 

"Oh yes, oh give it to me little brother!" I told him looking over my shoulder and admiring his incredible body dripping wet from the shower. "Go ahead and slam that pussy, it's all yours baby!"

Mark grabbed my hair with his free hand and, rearing back, started fucking the living shit out of me. I was once again yelping with every thrust and could already feel my body responding to Mark's stroking of my clit. Feeling my legs begin to tremble Mark let go of my hair and, wrapping his arm around my waist, held me close as he started driving his cock into my sore but still needy pussy. Unable to help myself I let out a loud howl of ecstasy as my second orgasm in the last fifteen minutes tore through me. Letting go of my waist Mark, once again, reached around and covered my mouth as I slammed my hips back into his cock harder and harder as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me.

Mark let out a loud moan of his own, as my pussy contracting around his cock sent him over the edge and he, once again, began painting the inside of his big sister's pussy with his hot sticky cum. I whimpered into my brother's hand as the last of the orgasm flowed through me and, had he not shifted his hand from my clit to grab me around my hips, I would have fallen in the shower.

"Oh damn." I whispered, leaning back into his wet body. "I think I could go back to sleep."

"We got time." Mark whispered then, kissing me gently on the neck, said; "Sis I missed this so much."

I turned around and, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, gave him a long lingering kiss. It couldn't get any better than this! The hot water, steam and my brother's amazing body pressed against mine after having just fucked me twice. The water began to get cold and, after Mark shut it off, he stepped out of the shower and, grabbing a towel, held it out for me. Smiling from ear to ear I got out and let Mark wrap it around me and gently pat me dry.

"You coming back to bed with me little brother?" I asked batting my eyes at him. "You gonna come back and hold your sister?" 

"Damn straight." Mark said as he started drying himself off. "I..."

We both jumped at a loud knock.

"Hey Mark you up?" Dad called from Mark's side of the bathroom.

"Shit," Mark said rolling his eyes. "Just like when we were kids."

Quickly stepping over to the bathroom door Mark opened it and called out;

"Give me a minute! I'm just getting out of the shower."

"What the hell does he want this early?" I whispered.

"Who the hell knows, maybe he thinks we're back in the day and I'm supposed to mow the fucking lawn or something." 

Mark finished drying off and, giving me a quick kiss, said;

"Go back to bed Meg, I'll meet you back in there if I can."

Mark turned and, walking into his room, closed the bathroom door behind him. I was getting ready to go back into my room when I noticed that the doorknob was still missing from Mark's door. I had an instant image of kneeling on the floor and playing with myself while watching Mark fuck Krissy. I stared at the door and found myself wondering what dad wanted. Looking once again at the hole where the doorknob used to be I thought... no, I told myself, I couldn't. Next thing I knew I was on my knees again like a nosy teenager, looking through the hole into Mark's old bedroom.

Mark had tossed on a pair of jeans and was just opening the door to let dad in.

"You still lock your door huh?" dad asked.

"Yup," Mark answered. "Old habits die hard."

"I guess." Dad said looking around a little nervously. Then, focusing on Mark, he looked him up and down and shaking his head said;

"Damn Mark every time I see you I swear you're bigger."

"That's what she said." Mark replied smirking.

Dad rolled his eyes and Mark asked;

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to talk to you for a minute."

"Okay." 

"Listen Mark," Dad began. "I just wanted..." he paused then taking a deep breath said; "I just wanted to tell you thank you."

"For?" Mark asked.

"For this Mark." With that dad pointed towards the bathroom door I was kneeling behind. "For Megan, for everything you did for her and us."

"Doug you said thank you before." Mark said. "It's okay, I..."

"No Mark, there's a little more." 

My father's voice sounded funny and, leaning a little closer to the hole, I could see he was starting to cry. Mark saw it too and the awkward look on his face was priceless. Before Mark could say anything my father stepped forward and, putting his arms around my brother's shoulders, looked into his face and continued; 

"Thank you for saving my daughter's life Mark, for bringing her back to us."

"I saved my sister's life Doug." Mark pointed out. "I mean..."

"No Mark, "Dad interrupted. "I mean yes you saved your sister, but you're not telling me that part of the reason you went up there wasn't for your mother. I mean maybe it wasn't for me, god knows I didn't treat you well enough the last few years to deserve anything, but I know you went for Denise as much as for yourself. I know you love your mother."

"I..." Mark started but before he could finish my father hugged him and began speaking haltingly, his voice choking with emotion.

"You're a hell of a brother Mark, and a good man." My father stopped for a minute and said so softly I could barely hear him. "And I feel terrible it took this long for me to tell you this, but you are one hell of a son Mark."

From where I was I couldn't see dad's face, but I could see my brother's. Mark's eyes looked like they were tearing up and mine were as well. I knew I should probably feel bad for eavesdropping like this, but was glad that I was seeing this touching moment between the two most important men in my life.

"I had a hell of an example Doug."

My father stepped back and, wiping at his eyes, said;

"I'm sorry we fought Mark, it was my fault and you were right, I had given up, but you never did and I feel terrible about it."

"What's done is done Doug." Mark said simply. "All that matters is Meg's okay and every one's happy."

"No Mark, what matters is all of us are okay now, and I never want us to fight like that again." Dad clapped Mark on the shoulder and said; "I mean it Mark, you really are my son and I don't want you to ever forget that." 



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 26



Authors note;

First off before I say a couple of things about the upcoming chapter, I am very excited to have found out that couple of other authors have nominated Mark for sexiest male character in the 12th annual Literotica awards. Several other people have followed suit and if you would like to further the cause of Megan's beautiful little brother the thread is in the 1/13 update on my bio page. Now as for this chapter; I know I said I was going to try to make them a little shorter but this one is fairly long. Reason being in my outline and drafts this is really 2 chapters. However if I separate them it would be one chapter (The Winthrop trial) with no erotica and the second (Megan/ Mark in Chicago) would be pretty much all erotica so I combined the two. One note on the Winthrop trial I go into a fair amount of detail as this event in Mark's life greatly shapes the upcoming chapters.

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I shut the shower off, and shook my head at the image of my father telling my brother that he would always be his son no matter what. That was six years ago and, up until a few months ago, my father and Mark had gotten along extremely well, now somehow, Mark had gone from sugar to shit; from a hell of a son, to a fucking animal, as dad had referred to him yesterday. I sighed heavily as I got out of the shower and dried off. I had cum damn hard to the image of my brother fucking me in the shower my first morning back home after rehab; however, before the afterglow of that orgasm had faded, I had recalled that wonderful moment between my father and Mark that made their situation now seem even more upsetting. I rolled my eyes at the thought that my head was spinning so bad today that I had, as the expression went, just literally fucked up a wet dream. 

Tossing the towel in the hamper, I slipped on the turquoise thong and, after putting on the matching lace bra, looked at myself in the full length mirror on the inside of the bathroom door. My long black hair was still wet and one side of it was over the front of my shoulder and down over my tit where it lay against the ivory skin of my stomach. The lingerie set perfectly matched my finger and toenails and I had no doubt my brother would love this look. That made me pause when it occurred to me that I was going to see my brother and had not thought about what would happen.

Neither Mark nor I had slept much over the last couple of days and both of us were upset. Mark was heartbroken, feeling that I had rejected him, and I was upset for causing him to think that in the first place. I was also a bit emotional over reading the journal last night and dealing with the many painful feelings it had awakened inside of me. When Mark and I were upset we needed each other, hence my visit here in the first place, and Mark always wanted his big sister when things weren't right for him. Looking at it that way, sex between us was inevitable and now I found myself wondering if we should.

Fucking Mark yesterday turned out to be a mistake; in the end he had gotten even more upset. As I started blow drying my hair, I started to worry about yet another thing that could change between us. If I decided not to accept Mark's heart, would it mean that he wouldn't want to sleep with me anymore? Would sex with between us become a dagger in his heart, because he wanted me to be much more than just his sister? In the past, Mark and I had abstained from each other during my relationships and his last few months with Samantha, when she became more than just one of his pets.

There were times, during those stretches, that it was tough to hold back, but I think that somewhere in my mind, and most likely in Mark's, we knew that it would never last. I don't think it had ever occurred to me what it would be like to never be with Mark again. Finishing with my hair, I started to get dressed and felt a feeling of dread in my stomach. Mark was good at games, both in the courtroom, and of course the bedroom. If I didn't give him an answer right away, or not the one he wanted, would he hold back from me? On the other hand, with the exception of times when I had been extremely wasted, Mark could never turn down his sister's pussy. Then again I was always just his sexy big sister to him and it was all just a dirty little taboo, our way of breaking the rules, now Mark wanted it all. 

As I looked in the mirror at my long well shaped legs sticking out of the extremely short black mini skirt I was wearing, and the short light blue tank top that left my stomach bare exposing the silver chain dangling from my naval, I decided that I would definitely be going after my brother. Unlike yesterday, however, I would go easy and be affectionate, I knew Mark like no other woman ever could, and knew that what he needed right now would be for his big sister to take care of him. On that note, it would be a way to see if he would still accept me as only that. After taking one last look in the mirror, I smiled at the fact that at thirty eight, I still looked damn good; and could still carry off this look, wearing clothes more suited to a teen. After blowing a playful kiss at my reflection I left the bathroom to say good bye to mom. 

Going back into the kitchen to grab my purse, I saw that mom was on the phone, which was a good thing as it would make it easier to slip out. As I picked up my purse and turned to leave Mom snapped her fingers and, as I turned to look at her, told whoever it was on the other end to hold on. Coming over mom reached into the fridge and I rolled my eyes as she handed me a banana.

"Knowing you it's all you'll eat until lunch with your father." Mom said.

"Okay," I said taking it from her.

Leaning forward I kissed her on the cheek and once again made to leave when mom caught my arm and said;

"Oh here hon, give this to Mark, he might get a kick out of it."

Reaching down to the table, mom picked up what looked like a large photo album and handed it to me.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's a scrapbook your father made for that Winthrop case. It's got all the articles, good and bad. Dad was waiting until it died down to give it to him, but it wasn't too long after the trial ended that they stopped talking. I figure Mark might want it to look back on someday."

"Well," I said laughing. "It's about his favorite subject, him, he should love it."

Mom laughed as well then, looking at me, shook her head and asked;

"Really Megan, when are you going to start dressing your age?"

Five minutes later I was stuck in traffic on 95 south. According to the overhead sign there was an accident three exits down. I rolled my eyes and sighed, downtown Providence was only a few minutes from my parent's house by the back streets, but I had figured the highway would be faster. Shaking my head I picked up the banana and, after peeling it, was prepared to take a bite when I heard a horn beep next to me. Turning my head I saw a mustang with two guys who looked like they were barely eighteen in it. It was a nice day and I had the window down, when they saw me looking the one in the passenger seat called out;

"Nice banana!" 

I rolled my eyes and was ready to put the window up when I looked at the banana, which was a fairly large one, at least eight inches and thought; oh why not.

"Yeah baby?" I called out to him. "Watch this."

Peeling the banana all the way I brought my mouth down extremely slowly until I had two thirds of the banana in my mouth. Then, tilting my head back and holding it by the very tip, pushed the rest of the banana down my throat. Removing my hand, I pushed with my tongue and, working the muscles in my neck, caused the banana to start moving in and out of my mouth a couple of inches. Turning my head, I almost choked at the sight of the two of them both staring with their mouths wide open. Reaching up I pulled the banana out and held it up so they could see the red smears of lipstick on the bottom of it.

With a wink I bit the banana, then, turning my head, put up the tinted window so I wouldn't have to listen to them try to talk to me for the next mile and a half. Oh you nasty girl, I thought to myself. Glancing down to the seat next to me, I reached out and flipped the photo album open. It contained the top half of the front page of The Providence Journal from last May. The top headline was the one that had started it all;

"Son of wealthy business owner accused of raping fellow Brown student."

Steven Winthrop the third, a silver spooned little bastard whose father had made millions in the overseas cargo trade, had slipped a sophomore named Alicia Carson a rufie at an off campus party and, after taking her upstairs tried to have his way with her, Carson had regained her senses and tried to say no which was when he proceeded to brutally beat and rape her. The story that came out from Winthrop's family, of course, was that it was all a misunderstanding. A report came out that Alicia Carson and her father were offered a substantial sum of money 'to compensate her, for this unfortunate situation' as Steven Winthrop the second put it, but Carson held her ground. 

Winthrop's next step was to bring in a high profile defense attorney named Reggie McAllister who had never failed to get a rich guilty client off. Winthrop was fourth generation money, whose family was well respected, owning companies in Boston, Chicago, and New York. Alicia Carson was a scholarship student from South Providence, who had lost her mother at the age of ten and whose father could barely manage to pay the rent. Making things worse for Alicia, was the fact that she had a history of drug abuse, having spent six months in rehab at the age of fifteen. Since then she had been clean, an honor student and a gifted basketball player, who had gotten a second chance at life and taken full advantage of it.

Reggie McAllister wasn't a lawyer as much as a character assassin, Alicia's background was all he needed to spin the case into her being a gold digging piece of trailer trash that was looking for a free ride at the expense of the son of a solid citizen. There was no denying the sex, but the story was that it was consensual and Alicia liked it rough. Steven the third was naïve and of course didn't understand he was being set up by a street savvy whore. To make things worse, as McAllister took his time assembling his team of highly experienced lawyers from around the country, it was discovered that the reason the Rhode Island Attorney General's office was dragging its feet was that someone there was on Winthrop's payroll.

This little bit of knowledge was brought to light by a reporter for the Providence Journal who produced proof in the form of some extremely large deposit's in the original prosecutor's bank account, that were traced to one of Winthrop's companies. Later on it would be found that someone else in the employ of Winthrop, had tipped off the reporter to discredit the AG's office. Rhode Island law dictates that if a plaintiff feels they have been represented unfairly, or the state has been compromised, they can hire a private attorney, but things were looking bad for Alicia Carson; she not only couldn't afford an attorney, but she was staring down the barrel of what would be a full out slander campaign that would make Winthrop look like the victim and her a lying whore. In which case, not only would Winthrop walk, but Carson would lose her scholarship and her future would be ruined.

Enter my brother, who in a televised press conference, held on the steps of Carson's South Providence home, said that he would take the case pro bono to see justice served. In a brilliant media play, geared to gain the sympathy of the working class, Mark described how he had grown up only blocks away from Carson, how he had been a foster child who had gotten a second chance at life when he was taken in by a good family and working his ass off, received a full boat scholarship, just as Alicia had. My brother stated that he was taking the case to ensure that Alicia got the chance that he did. Staring into the camera, my brother uttered the slogan that he and others would use during the duration of the case:

"The guilty should never be allowed to persecute the innocent."

Now of course my brother's motives were not as entirely pure as they seemed. Granted Mark wasn't looking for money, but what he did want, and ultimately what he would get, and in spades, was a challenge. Tired of being considered a great attorney in a small state, Mark wanted to take his game to the next level, to prove that he could compete with the best and win. At the end of the press conference my brother, using his best killer smile, looked into the camera and publicly challenged McAllister to bring his circus to town for a real fight. At that point someone in the audience had called out that McAllister had never failed to get a client off. Mark's reply was that he had yet to lose a case and that McAllister had never faced anyone like him before. Flashing that smug smirk that made even me want to smack him sometimes Mark's final words were;

"Let the best lawyer win."

The case started a month later and, for Mark, became a classic example of be careful of what you wish for because you just may get it. The evidence was all there, Rohypnol in Carson's system, Winthrop's semen all over her as well as his blood where she had scratched him. Most damaging was a brutal photo of Alicia's face, where just under her left eye, which had been swollen shut, was the imprint of Steven Winthrop's class ring which conveniently disappeared when Mark asked for it then, a week later, mysteriously reappeared when Mark somehow gained a search warrant for the house of a police officer who worked in the evidence room.

The facts spoke for themselves, leaving McAllister to do what he did best, make the case about everything but the crime. The first wave of attacks was against Carson, her drug history, background, and why was she at the party in the first place. To her credit Carson held her ground and would not rattle. While this was going on, Steven Winthrop the second, who went to college with, and was a close friend of Alex Warner asked him to talk Mark into backing off his son. Alex had been my brother's best friend since he was eighteen, and tried to talk my brother into getting the Carsons to take the money the Winthrop's offered. Mark was supposed to tell them that they could either lose the case and get nothing or walk away with a hundred thousand dollars, which would pay for Carson's tuition, if she lost her scholarship. Mark refused, saying that Winthrop had raped and beaten a woman and would probably do it again if he got off. 

Warner then made the mistake of bringing up the past; throwing it in my brother's face that he had helped him out of the Max situation. That Mark had been guilty as sin but Alex's lawyer had gotten him off. All he was asking was that Mark repay the favor. Mark told Alex that there was a big difference between him beating the shit out of a guy who was six inches taller, and a hundred pounds heavier than him, and someone drugging, beating and raping a helpless girl. Alex then reminded Mark that it was he who had gotten Mark his scholarship and the bottom line was that my brother owed everything he had to him. Mark's response was to say thank you and then tell him to go fuck himself. They have not spoken since the case ended. Fifteen years of friendship down the tubes.

Now my brother was dealing with not only McAllister and his resources but Warner's as well. At this point the trial was in full swing and was a dog fight. Witnesses for both sides were being discredited left and right and McAllister's team was pulling out every dirty trick they could think of, but in the end it was to no avail. Mark had all the evidence he needed and was sticking to it, expertly dodging every bit of misdirection thrown at him, and bringing the trial back to one simple fact; Winthrop was guilty.

Four weeks in, Mark got McAllister's key witness on the stand, the one who insisted he heard Carson tell Winthrop how bad she wanted him and asked him the date of the party. Once he answered the question Mark asked him when he spoke to the police. After that answer my brother produced a copy of a bill of sale showing the witness had bought a new sports car two weeks after his report to the police, and when his bank balance was less than a hundred dollars.

That afternoon, at a press conference, an obviously frustrated McAllister had declared that the "truth would still win out". Mark's only comment when asked about the day's victory, was to smirk and ask when the vastly over rated McAllister was going to decide to become involved rather than let his lackeys keep taking a beating. 

Now that it had become obvious Mark was not going to lose in the courthouse, the real slander campaign began. The next day an article was published that stated that my brother was a card carrying member of the church of Satan and attended black masses regularly; when asked about it Mark's response was simply that his beliefs were his business. Two days later a photo of Mark appeared in the paper that showed the massive Baphomet tattoo on his back and underneath explained that it was the symbol of Satanism. 

Things got worse; a few days later a video appeared on YouTube of my brother at the Black Flame standing there in a crimson robe, arms outstretched; eyes closed, chanting the Ave Satana in Latin. Several church groups began picketing the courthouse, and the Governor's office contacted the Attorney General suggesting that Mark be removed from the case. My brother's answer was to show up for court the next day with the head of the ACLU who, standing on the courthouse steps, threatened the State of Rhode Island with a discrimination suit. The trial itself had been causing a media circus and by playing the blue collar card my brother was winning in the court of public opinion. Realizing that there was more to lose than gain, especially seeing they had been shown to be corrupt at the outset, the state backed off, saying it was a misunderstanding.

The next attack was even more shocking; it was another video, in it my brother was standing there shirtless, with that absolutely crazed look in his eyes. Standing behind him was a tall black woman who, as the camera rolled, cracked a whip that hit my brother in the back. Mark didn't so much as flinch, even after she hit him several times. Instead he smiled and whispered;

"Thank you Mistress."

The camera then panned away and showed him from the waist down, it revealed that he was wearing a pair of black leather pants but more noticeable were the two extremely young scantily clad girls that were kneeling on either side of him with their arms wrapped around his thighs. Both girls were wearing collars with leashes attached to them. My brother was holding one leash in each hand and, as someone called out for the show to start, Mark pulled his right arm up yanking on the leash that was attached to the redhead on that side who immediately rose up from her knees which was when the video blacked out. 

Once again the media began having a field day, calling for Mark to not only be pulled from the case, but to even going so far as to say he should be disbarred. Mark publicly challenged the state to specify what law he had broken. He said if they could, he would step down. During this time I had been worried sick about my brother and was calling him every night. Mark was sounding more exhausted every time I spoke to him and, at this point, you could even see it on the news, as the at the last press conference he had given there were noticeable bags under his eyes. I offered to come up and visit, but Mark said to stay away or else I could get dragged into it. He said that so far they were leaving his family alone. Reading between the lines I know Mark was talking about my history. I had told him I wouldn't come up unless he asked and, when I hung up, I cried in frustration because I knew he was right and that my past would be used against my brother, especially because he had used his connections to get me off the hook a couple of times on drug charges.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 26



The next couple of weeks things began to unravel even more; a key witness for the prosecution suddenly backed off and a new witness for the defense appeared out of nowhere, the witness was an ex boyfriend of Alicia's who claimed she loved violent sex. In the meantime a day wasn't going by without something more coming out about my brother; pictures of him with Abigail, as well as other high ranking members of the church of Satan; photos of my brother with young girls in various stages of undress and of him carousing in New York with a well known porn-star that he'd had a fling with a couple of years ago; and then finally, saving the best for last, the story of Max resurfaced. This was released as a huge half page article talking about how Mark had crippled Max Thompson for life, yet somehow the judge deemed it not worth going to trial. Rumors started circulating that Mark had planned it all along and, just like he had accused Winthrop of doing, had used influential connections to buck the system. 

During this time my brother had stayed silent, only telling the press that they could think whatever they wanted to, but what really mattered was that a young girl was raped and it was a shame they cared more about how many women he had bedded than justice being served. As I sat there, moving ten feet at a time in the bumper to bumper traffic, I continued flipping through the pages, the headlines leaping out at me;

"Phillips linked to church of Satan."

"Bad boy attorney has performed live sex shows."

"Phillips cleared of attempted murder by judge later found to be corrupt."

"Victim of Phillips attack crippled and disfigured for life."

That night I had gotten a call from my mother who asked me to come up and see Mark. Apparently dad had cornered Mark for a beer after work and had told mom that he was a nervous wreck, that he was shaking, and didn't seem at times to even be able to follow the conversation they were having. I explained to mom what could happen and she had sighed and agreed. I had hung up and immediately called Mark who sounded god awful. I once again offered to come up and his heartbreaking response to me was;

"I can't protect myself right now Meg, let alone you."

Mark then told me some of what was really going on behind the scenes. Apparently two people; Richard Adams, Editor in Chief of the Providence Journal and a city councilman named Jack Roberts were both in league with Alex Warner and were running a campaign to either knock him off the case or break him. The Journal was publishing any photo or story McAllister wanted and Roberts was using his influence to push the State towards getting Mark thrown off the case. My brother was fighting battles on all fronts and was beginning to lose the war.

This of course was exactly what McAllister had been waiting for; up to this point he had, as Mark had accused him , sat in the background and let Mark and the head of his firm, Jim Howard, who was Mark's co council, battle the rest of his team. With Mark obviously worn down McAllister now stepped in himself and for the next week proceeded to go on the attack, discrediting several more witnesses and even crossing up Alicia in her own story. Worse than that he had baited Mark into making several mistakes in his own examinations leading to the headline;

"McAllister makes bad boy look bad."

In the article McAllister was quoted as saying;

"Phillips is pretty good for a small town attorney, but it's a far cry from the Bush league to the Big Leagues."

Just as McAllister had underestimated my brother, this was where Mark learned the hard way that there were reason's Reggie McAllister had never lost a case. In a dirty, but brilliant move, McAllister brought Samantha, who was now an attorney with a New York firm, on board to help with the case. This worked out perfectly for the defense, as my brother was clearly rattled and lost a witness in a cross examination that Samantha was involved in.

Mark had told me that he had gone and seen Samantha at her hotel that night and told her to stay away from the case; the kid was guilty and she was going to look bad. Samantha had smiled coldly at him and said the only thing that mattered was that he was going to lose for the first time and that she was going to see it happen.

Two days later the defense came up with a picture of Carson in a dominatrix costume, complete with a dog collar. The picture made it into the paper and McAllister was trying to use it as an example showing that Carson obviously liked rough sex. The photo had been taken at a costume party and was taken out of context but the fact was people had seen it. Under the photo the caption stated that attorney Samantha Castini had come up with this important piece of evidence. Up until this point Mark had been playing the case straight; trying to win clean and not stoop to McAllister's level, but that trick, combined with Samantha's smug remark of; "Who says you're never better than your teacher?" Was enough to get Mark to strike back in kind. 

The next day in court after Samantha finished questioning Carson about the photo, Mark had stood up and asked the judge if he could ask Samantha a couple of questions in order to refute her claim that pictures always told the truth. The Judge allowed it and Mark then asked Samantha where she had gotten her Nursing degree. Samantha had asked what he was talking about, and my brother then produced a photo of Samantha in a risqué nurses costume, her tits all but hanging out and her tongue sticking out provocatively, Mark then asked her when she had been sworn in as a police officer and displayed a picture of her in an equally trashy police girl outfit with the cuffs around her wrists. 

As Samantha stood there speechless my brother addressed the jury and said that Samantha had to be a nurse and a police officer because there were pictures and pictures, according to Miss Castini never lied. Mark then shook his head and said that of course she wasn't a nurse just as Alicia Carson wasn't a Dominatrix. My brother had then sighed dramatically and suggested that any first year law student would know that. Turning to a humiliated Samantha my brother, risking contempt at that point, told her to go back to school, and held up a picture of her in a school girl costume complete with pigtails. At that point the Judge had called for Mark and McAllister to approach the bench as he turned away from her Mark's parting shot to Samantha was; 

"Good luck finding someone to pay your way this time."

As the Judge then told both Mark and McAllister to clean up their act Samantha fled the courtroom in tears.

Mark had called me that night after midnight and looking to talk. After telling me what happened in court, he said he hadn't slept in a week and the trial was getting to the point where it was going to be Carson and Winthrop taking the stand for the final examinations and that he was such a mess, that Jim Howard was thinking of taking over because he didn't feel Mark could handle McAllister at this point. My heart went out to my brother as he told me with complete frustration in his voice that he didn't understand why it was happening; he knew he had gotten away with Max and that was exactly why he was doing this, to make amends and even the score so to speak.

As I listened, my heart breaking for him, Mark talked about how badly he felt for hurting Samantha again. It had only been a few months since he had broken it off with her and he had just really gotten completely over it and now he had crushed and humiliated her. Mark told me he had gone to see her at her hotel again, to try to apologize, she had already finished packing to leave and, when Mark tried to talk to her, she had hauled off and slapped him and through her tears told him how much she hated him. Speaking of tears, Mark didn't sound far from them himself. I tried to console him telling him that he didn't have a choice that Samantha would have kept pushing and, in her attempt to get revenge on him, would have ended up hurting this girl and, after realizing it, would have felt even worse than she did now. I also threw in that it was McAllister's fault anyways; that the bastard was smart enough to know he was setting Samantha up and did it anyways to get Mark to blow or collapse. Either way it would help him. Samantha had been a sacrifice.

My brother was quiet on the other end for so long I asked if he were still there, when he answered he sounded different, not as upset but tense, he told me that I was right, that Samantha was a pawn in their attack and that they had forced him to react and hurt her. Mark then repeated that he had been trying to do this the right way. But by everyone else's right way not his. Mark thanked me for reminding him to be true to himself and our beliefs and, after telling me how much he loved and missed me, told me to follow the news because tomorrow he was going to forget being the better person and take what he wanted, and what he wanted was Winthrop and McAllister's ass. 

The following day my mother had called and asked me if I knew if Mark was okay, because the story of the day was that Mark did not show up for court. This led to the speculation that my brother was finally succumbing to the pressure and was backing off, before he was due to face McAllister in the final cross examinations. The rumor gained momentum when it was announced that my brother had called a press conference to be held in the foyer of his firm at five o'clock. Apparently my brother just needed the day to do what he did best; get even.

The press conference was only televised locally, but I was able to watch it on the internet. Mark came in looking incredible as always, too good for someone who was supposed to be a beaten man, but that seemed to go unnoticed, as according to the reporter doing the lead in, the general buzz leading up to the news conference was that Mark was going to remove himself from the case. The press conference was small and, the reporter had pointed out, by invitation only. In addition to the Journal reporters, there were representatives from several small town papers like the Pawtucket Times and Johnston Sun that never made it to things like this. 

When Mark reached the podium he looked around and smiled, a thrill went through me. as I knew that look; Mark was going to put on a show. Before Mark spoke he picked up a clicker and as he hit it the picture of him showing his Baphomet tattoo appeared on the projection screen behind him. Another click showed him at a club sandwiched between two young scantily clad girls, the next was my brother shirtless, wearing a dog collar, Mark turned to look at it and turning back to the reporters grinned and said; "Good times." There were a couple of laughs then Mark turned back and spoke again;

"I said before that it's a shame that the pictures behind me, as well as my religious beliefs, are more of a concern to you than the fact that a heinous crime was committed against an innocent girl. I've also said that I would not discuss anything other than the case, nor would I stoop to the level of my opponent or his benefactors. Today, however, things are going to change."

Mark paused and clicked back to the picture of the Baphomet.

"Yes I follow the teachings of Anton Levay, who amongst other things talked of not being a hypocrite. I am no hypocrite and take my beliefs seriously. I pray every day." Mark stopped and after looking around for a second asked; "Do you? No, you don't, you sin all week, pretend you're sorry on Sunday, and do it again the next week. Your good book says 'Let he who is without sin cast the first stone'."

Mark once again paused this time shaking his head sadly.

"There have been a lot of stones cast at me lately, and yet I know for a fact those casting the stones have committed more than their share of sins." He smirked and a thousand miles away I felt myself begin to hold my breath in anticipation. "You call me a player, a womanizer; for the record, I, unlike many of you, am not married, and every woman I have ever been to bed with has been consenting and of age. I have broken no laws, moral or otherwise. I simply live the life that all you hypocrites wish you could, but since you can't, you condemn me to cover your envy." Another shake of his head, "Jealousy my friends is an ugly emotion."

"Now," Mark started, as he stared directly at Richard Adams, who although the editor of the Journal, had been front and center for the entire case. "Please allow me to impart some wisdom from my good book." Mark made an exaggerated show of clearing his throat and began; 

"When walking through a field bother no one, if someone bothers you ask them to stop. If they do not stop destroy them." Mark nodded, as if in agreement with his own words, and then continued;

"My field is this trial. Despite my reputation I have gone about prosecuting Steven Winthrop with class and dignity, sticking to the fact that he is guilty and all I need to do is prove it. Meanwhile, I have been the victim of a vicious slander campaign led by people in the pocket of the defendant's family. When asked about my perceived indiscretions I responded that it was my business and let's get back to the facts of the case. That was my warning to leave me be. But did you?"

Mark shook his head and the tone of his voice changed, getting quieter and more intense as he continued to look directly at Adams.

"Oh no you kept going, setting up Samantha Castini, a young attorney who was out of her league and has a personal axe to grind with me, to take a fall. You fed her false evidence and set her off on me. You tried to use her to weaken me." Mark then smiled and whispered; 

"That only leaves the last part of the quote." With an evil smirk Mark hit the clicker, on the screen behind him appeared a photo of Adams and his wife that had been in last week's local section, the article, underneath spoke of them celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary. 

"During this trial many photos have surfaced of me, photo's that somehow always found their way to your desk Robert. You used them saying that, as a public figure I am subject to the scrutiny of the press. Well Mr. Adams let me show you what has surfaced on my desk."

Another click and a gasp went up, the next photo showed Adams walking into a seedy motel with a very young girl in an extremely short skirt. The picture changed replaced by a photo of the same girl sitting on Adams lap wearing a cheerleader's outfit and kissing him.

"Funny that doesn't look like Elizabeth, now does it?" Mark asked.

The camera panned to Adams who was white as a ghost. Mark continued.

"The girl's name is Kristin Ware and at the time those pictures were taken she was seventeen years old. When all you fine reporters get back to your office you will see that someone, the same someone who sent me these lovely photos, has emailed you her contact info. Something tells me she would love to talk." Mark's smile then grew broader, "Especially about the baby."

Someone called out something but Mark put his hand up.

"I am not here to answer questions; I am here to give fair warning. This is the tip of the iceberg, starting tomorrow if anything appears about me that is not related directly to this case, if anything that has nothing to do with my performance and is personal surfaces, there will be more revelations to come. Unlike these pictures anything else from this extremely reliable source will be sent directly to the impartial press, so sorry Robert, not to the Journal." Mark hung his head down and after taking a deep breath said; 

"So for you reporters from the smaller papers who were invited here, I've been told there's something waiting for you, something big." Mark shrugged. "I'm not sure what it is, but hopefully it's as entertaining as my YouTube videos." Mark looked around the room one last time and said; 

"Tomorrow I will be back in court. In two days the final questioning starts and I am looking forward to finally facing Reggie McAllister, one on one, with no distractions." Mark smiled into the camera;

"Just you and I Reggie, and you are going to learn what everyone in Rhode Island already knows; I take what I want. And what I want is a ten year minimum sentence; think about that Reggie."

With that Mark turned and walked away leaving the picture of Adams on the screen behind him.

As I sat there shaking my head and smiling ear to ear, the reporter tried to ask Robert Adams a question, but he stormed past. The reporter then went on to mention that now there could possibly be action taken against my brother in the form of a defamation of character suit. The last thing he mentioned was that he was sure that people would be going out of their way to grab up copies of the small town papers tomorrow morning and wondered what would be so interesting.

It turned out to be more than interesting, it turned out to be outright scandalous. The next morning, the front page of the Pawtucket Times, Johnston Sun and Cranston Herald all featured a photo of councilman Jack Roberts on a beach in Aruba holding the hand of a young blonde man who barely looked eighteen. The article continued onto the next page and featured two more pictures of Roberts, one with the same blond at a club in New York with his arm around him, and another picture showing him with a different boy of around the same age. Like Adams, Roberts had been married twenty plus years. Within two days the blonde came forward and told channel ten news that Roberts had paid him for sexual favors. By the end of the week in an emotional press conference Jack Roberts resigned. 

Meanwhile the final questioning of Carson and Winthrop had begun and had become a show in itself. McAllister against my brother with the trial on the line. For the next few days the journal, which was now not only very carefully sticking to just the facts, but had also begun going out of it's way to compliment my brother, was reporting that the showdown was everything people had anticipated. 

For the next several days both Alicia Carson and Steven Winthrop, were examined, cross examined and then brought back to the beginning to start all over again. As time went on the reports were that, although the strategies of McAllister were brilliant and designed to confuse, Mark was getting the better of him. This was the moment my brother had been waiting for since he had past the bar; to prove that he wasn't just good but was the best and to do it in dramatic fashion. Mark was definitely proving it as Winthrop began to crack on the stand and my brother, smelling the kill, was badgering him relentlessly, once getting him so close to admitting he did it that McAllister had interrupted, risking a reprimand in order to stop Mark's momentum. That Friday rumors began circulating that Winthrop senior was talking to McAllister about cutting a deal with the state.

When I talked to Mark over the weekend he sounded excited, and predicted that the case would be over by Tuesday, and said that McAllister had called him on his personal cell phone to arrange a meeting between the two of them early Monday morning. When Monday came I went online expecting to see something about a deal or a plea. Instead what I saw was that my brother had not appeared in court that day and that Jim Howard had asked for a continuance until the next day, meaning he'd had no idea that Mark wasn't going to show. I called Mark three times that day but didn't get an answer. Finally around one am Mark called me and, sounding worse than he had even after the Samantha incident, said that he was going to be stepping away from the case. I asked him what the hell he was talking about, but all he said was that he wasn't up for to talking and would call me in a couple of days.

Mark didn't show up in court on Tuesday or Wednesday and the momentum began to swing back towards the defense. Jim Howard was a good lawyer, a third generation Harvard graduate and had won his fair share of big cases, but he wasn't Mark. Jim had the education and the experience but lacked the street savvy and pure killer instinct of my brother. Speaking of killer instinct, McAllister could smell blood and was pressing forward full tilt, Carson was now the one beginning to trip up on the stand and the papers were now saying that it was her testimony that could bring about her own demise. The official reason given for Mark's absence was a "personal matter" had come up. 




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 26



I spoke to my brother again on Thursday and he said it was over, that not only was he out but Winthrop, through Warner, had let him know there was still money on the table for Carson and he was going to tell her to take it. This time however Carson would have to say she had made up the story, in return, Winthrop, through another source, would pay for her to finish school and even help her land a job out of college. I asked my brother what was going on and all he said was that he was beaten, that Warner had him by the balls and he couldn't risk what Alex had going public. I asked him what it was and Mark simply said that it was something even I didn't know about, and he would just have to do as he was told. That was not my brother talking and I told him I was getting on the next plane to Rhode Island. 

To my surprise Mark didn't argue, but asked me to give him another day so that he could talk to Carson, and that there was nothing I was going to say to talk him out of it. The next day just an hour after I had booked a flight for Friday morning, Mark called and told me to hold off, that the trial would be over Tuesday and he was going to come down and see me, that he would need to get away from Rhode Island for a few days. I reluctantly agreed and told him that whatever he did just make sure to keep in touch with me. Mark called again on Saturday and, although he sounded exhausted, said he might have found a way out of this mess and not to worry If I didn't talk to him for a couple of days since he had a lot to do. 

Monday morning I awoke to the phone ringing at nine am. Mom was on the other end and was excitedly telling me to get up and go online. I did as she asked and, going on to Channel Ten's website, saw the Rhode Island State courthouse appear. There were dozens of reporters on the steps and standing at a podium in front of the doors was Reggie McAllister who, as I listened stunned, was announcing that he had just entered a plea of guilty in exchange for a reduced sentence for his client. McAllister answered several questions then, in closing, looked at the camera and, with a pained expression on his face, said;

"I seriously underestimated the ability of the prosecution to prove my client guilty. In the end the better attorney won."

Turning to the last pages of the photo album, which featured a two page spread of the front page of that evening's Journal, the top half of which declared in huge print, "McAllister concedes, Winthrop pleads guilty, makes deal with state." 

The next page of the album showed the bottom half of the page which featured a picture of my brother, who despite his victory, looked beyond exhausted, standing between Jim Howard and Rhode Island Attorney General Richard Wexler. Howard was holding up a blown up printout from the Channel 10 website, showing a photo of McAllister on the courthouse steps with the headline McAllister beaten. The caption under the photo read;

"Bad boy makes good.".

The next day the papers reported that Steven Winthrop the third had been sentenced to serve a minimum of two years at the ACI and, had been expelled from Brown. Winthrop the second had agreed to pay Alicia Carson one hundred thousand dollars for emotional pain and suffering, and to reimburse her for her medical expenses connected with the rape. The story also reported that the Carson's had tried to pay Mark for his work on the case but he had refused to accept any payment, saying that his payment would be watching her succeed at the second chance life had given her.

The last page of the album featured a large article the Journal had published about my brother the following Sunday, detailing how he had come from nothing and had made it to the top of his profession. It mentioned that, despite his dark, wild, persona and some questionable tactics, he had, in the end, defended an innocent girl that the system was on the verge of failing and at great cost to himself. The picture was a nice one of Mark dressed in black slacks and a short sleeve white shirt which showed off half of his huge tattoos, sitting on the porch steps of the Carson's home with his arm around Alicia, as her father, John, stood behind them with his hands on their shoulders. The headline declared; 

"Give the devil his due, Mark Phillips fought for what was right!"

Closing the book I recalled what my mother had said earlier; no one, not even me, knew how Mark had ended the case. Of course I had asked him when he had finally gotten some time to call me and he had told me that he didn't want to talk about it. I brought it up again a couple of days later and all he would tell me was that he had come up with something damaging on Winthrop the second and made him choose between his guilty son or something even bigger about himself coming out. Winthrop decided to let Steven take the fall he deserved and told Alex to back off of my brother. When I pressed him Mark had sighed and simply said;

"Dirty little secrets are more fun when they're secrets, remember sis?"

Mark was referring back to what I had told him years ago, when he had wondered if it was okay to be sleeping with his big sister while seeing Krissy. In the end I backed off; let my brother have his secrets. All that mattered was that he had come out on top. I had also tried, to no avail, to find out from Mark what Alex had come across that had been so damaging that my brother would back down and, once again, he told me that it was best left unsaid and to let it go.

At the end of the conversation Mark made my day by telling me that although the next three days would be nothing but paperwork, he planned on flying down to Chicago on Friday afternoon and spending the weekend with me. I was ecstatic of course, but Mark said he would only come down on one condition which was that we wouldn't discuss the case. Mark said once he got to Chicago the only thing he wanted to think about was spending time with his beautiful big sister. 

As my car continued to crawl at a snail's pace I thought about Mark's visit after the trial, it was the last time he had made it down my way, as I had come up to Rhode Island six months ago with Laura and, although we normally took turns, I had come up here again this weekend to escape the pressure of work and to avoid my now empty condo for a few days. As always, when I thought about one thing, it led to another and, as I started thinking about that weekend in Chicago, I felt as if there were something there besides the usual phenomenal sex. I felt as if I had missed something. Seeing I was going nowhere fast, I thought back to that weekend last summer.

I had arrived at O'Hare at seven o'clock and, as always, felt that feeling of giddy excitement knowing my brother was going to be coming down the escalator to the lobby any minute now. Originally Mark was due to arrive at four, and we were going to follow our usual pattern of heading back to my place to tear into each other then, after a nap, take a nice shower together, then go out for dinner and dancing. Mark had called at three to say that his flight had been cancelled and he was coming in later. Mark had said that he hadn't gone to the office and had slept for awhile so we planned on going out on the town right from the airport.

In a way, I was glad to hear that, as I had been doing a lot of painting and I always worked through the night. Last night was no exception and I hadn't quit until three this morning and had slept until two in the afternoon. Although I was sure that, after a nice hot session with my brother, I would be able to nap a little, I had been afraid Mark, who had been running on empty for weeks, would be exhausted and not want to go out. Mark, however, had sounded wide awake and ready to go out on the town, which of course, because down here we could be out in public, excited me to no end. The only drawback to that was waiting until whatever ungodly hour we decided to go back to my place to fuck. At this point we hadn't seen each other in almost four months so in the grand scheme of things, what would another few hours wait, before getting into bed with the hottest guy I knew, really matter? 

Knowing that we were going dancing, and also keeping in mind that Mark hadn't seen his hot big sister in awhile, and could use a great night, I had dressed to kill for him. I was wearing a strapless skin tight electric blue dress that was so short the skirt was hugging the bottom of the cheeks of my ass and if I dropped something, either I was in trouble or the entire airport would see the matching thong I was wearing underneath. My long fingernails, which I had just done this afternoon, were the same shade, as were the toes that were peeking out from the black heeled sandals that laced all the way up to my knees. I had curled my long black hair the way Mark liked it and was wearing his favorite shade of lipstick. The electric blue looked incredible on my ivory complexion and I couldn't wait to see the look on my brother's face when he saw me. 

Needless to say I was getting quite a few looks and loved every minute of it. I was thirty seven years old and this, by far, was the best I had looked and felt since I was in my early twenties. Not a guy of any age walked by without doing a double take and I saw more than one husband getting a dirty look from his wife as they gawked at me. While standing there part of me was thinking that this outfit was a bit much for dinner, but the restaurant we were going to was just down the street from the club and I was sure I wouldn't be the only one dressed like this. Besides, all that really mattered was that it was sure to take my brother's mind off of anything but his big sister's needy little pussy. 

As if that thought had summoned him, I looked up to see Mark coming down the escalator. I felt my heart skip a beat and my pussy begin to moisten as I took in how damn good my brother looked. Mark was wearing a pair of pleated black slacks that flattered his narrow waist, but for a shirt was wearing only a black tank top. It was a hot look and one that he pulled off well; the shirt showed off Mark's massive tattoos and muscular arms and, coupled with the five o'clock shadow he was sporting, as well as the mirrored sunglasses, the bad boy look was in full effect. 

As I saw him come down I enjoyed watching the looks of the other women around him. As had been the case with the men walking past me, Mark was getting more than his share of attention. I smiled as Mark, who I knew damn well was aware of the stares, kept facing straight ahead as if he were ignoring the attention, but I had no doubt that if I asked he could tell me what at least a half a dozen women who had looked his way were wearing. 

When he reached the bottom I called his name and, as he turned, I laughed happily as he looked at me then, as he had started to turn his head away towards the baggage area, he immediately did a double take, snapping his eyes back to me and taking his sunglasses off. As I walked up to meet him I felt myself getting even more worked up as I watched Mark's eyes start at my feet and hungrily work their way up my long legs to my tits, which although a little on the small side, were propped up perfectly by the dress, which was tight enough that you could clearly see that my nipples were pierced. I was walking slowly on purpose and admittedly putting a little extra swing into my hips, while giving Mark more time to take in his sexy big sister. 

When I got to within a couple of steps Mark smiled;

"Goddamn Meg!"

"Yeah you like?" I stopped and, putting my arms up over my head, turned in a slow circle giving Mark a chance to take in my ass that was barely covered by the hip hugging dress.

As I turned I heard someone whistle and also heard a woman's voice asking someone how much they thought I charged. No charge I thought to myself as I once again turned to face my brother, this nasty girl was giving it away all weekend and to her gorgeous brother no less. Once I was facing him I immediately opened my arms and said softly; 

"Come here baby."

Mark dropped his bag, and stepping into my embrace, wrapped his arms around my waist and gave me a long hard kiss. I moaned softly as Mark's tongue slid into my open mouth as. In addition to enjoying my brother's lips, I could feel my hard nipples pressing into his chest. I started to pull away but Mark squeezed me tighter and kissed me again. This time the kiss was even deeper and, as I returned it, I could feel Mark's arms trembling around me and could also feel a sense of urgency in his kiss. Wrapping my arms tighter around his shoulders I once again opened my mouth to accept his probing tongue, as I did I couldn't help but open my eyes for a moment and watch people staring at us. Mark and I were both hot, and I could see looks of envy in the eyes of several women who were watching us. On top of that, even though I had been living in Chicago for five years and Mark had been down here well over a dozen times, being able to kiss my brother like this in public never failed to excite me.

I broke the kiss and stepping back started to say;

"Wow Mark I guess you really..."

I was stopped by an odd look on Mark's face; he seemed as if he were going to say something so I waited. Mark didn't speak but suddenly leaned forward and, catching me in his arms, hugged me to him so tightly that I gasped. Mark held me close to him, his head resting on my shoulder. Reaching up I ran my fingers through his hair and asked him if he was okay. Mark nodded into my neck then whispered; 

"Damn do I need you sis."

"You've got me little brother," I told him. "You'll always have me."

Mark nodded and, stepping away from me, picked up his bag and, taking my hand with the other, began to lead me towards the baggage claim. We were just reaching it when Mark stopped and, looking at me, smiled and asked; 

"Miss me Meg?"

"Of course I did!" I told him kissing his cheek.

"Let's take a walk."

"But your bags are coming, I..."

"Fuck it, it'll be there when we get back. Come with me."

I shrugged as Mark headed towards the other end of the lobby, pulling me along by my hand. I caught up to him and, as we walked through the airport, Mark stayed quiet and I wondered what the hell he was looking for. Finally we came to the hallway where the restrooms were and Mark turned into it.

"Why didn't you just have me grab your bag while you went?" I asked.

Instead of answering Mark let my hand go when we were in front of the men's room and walked in.

"Be right back." He said.

"Uh yeah," I said rolling my eyes. "Guess I'll be here."

I leaned against the wall wondering, since when did my brother need an escort to the john when suddenly the door opened and two college age kids quickly stepped out. I noticed that each one was holding a twenty dollar bill and grinning, Then Mark leaned out of the doorway and, grabbing my arm, yanked me into the bathroom with him.

"Hey!" I exclaimed as I stumbled into him. "What are you..." 

I stopped as Mark leaned forward and kissed me. He broke the kiss and said:

"I can't wait until later; now get your ass in the last stall!"

A wave of heat went through my body as, without waiting for an answer, Mark tugged me by the hand down to the other end of the bathroom. Opening the door to the last stall, he tossed his bag on the floor and gestured me in. God only knows I didn't have to be told twice! As I felt my pussy gush I quickly stepped past Mark and, dropping the seat on the toilet, immediately sat down on it. One side of the stall was the wall and Mark's bag was next to the toilet so no one coming in would be able to see my feet. Mark stepped into the small space closing and locking the door behind him.

Mark turned and looking at me said;

"Turn around the other way so I can..."

"Little brother," I told him reaching for his pants. "If you think I'm going to fuck in a stall and not be a total whore and suck your cock first then you must have forgotten how nasty your big sister really is!"

As Mark laughed I pulled his pants open and shoved them and his boxers down to his knees. Mark's huge hard cock sprang free and without hesitation I grabbed it in my right hand and immediately bent my head, opened my mouth, and shoved my brother's massive prick down my throat. Mark's moan echoed in the bathroom as I began eagerly devouring his cock, rapidly sucking him in and out so hard my lips were making loud smacking noises as I released the tip at the end of every long hard suck. 

"Oh goddamn," Mark whispered.

As I continued to blow him with a vengeance Mark reached down and, grabbing my dress, pulled the top down causing my small perfectly shaped tits to spring free. I let out a yelp around his cock as Mark grabbed the barbells in my nipples and gave them a sharp twist. The yelp then turned into moaning as, after that first twist, Mark began to gently roll my hard nipples between his finger tips. My hands were on Mark's hips and I was rocking back and forth using just my mouth to please him. I could feel my pussy begin to drip as I slid my hands around Mark's waist pulling him even deeper into my eager mouth. Although I desperately wanted my brother to fuck me, I would have been more than okay with just sucking him off and taking the edge off for him. 

Apparently Mark missed his big sister's pussy as much as I needed his cock. Leaving my tits, his hands grabbed my shoulders and, pushing me back and removing his cock from my mouth, pulled me up to my feet.

"Awww," I pouted using my little girl voice. "I wanted to taste it!"

"Oh trust me sis you'll be swallowing it all weekend, now turn around and get on your knees."

I had to admit, as my brother roughly spun me around and pushed me in the back, that Mark really did have a way with words. I put one leg up on the toilet and, leaning forward, braced my hands against the wall. Mark pushed my skirt up over my hips and whispered;

"Sis you have got the finest ass I have ever seen." 

"You say the sweetest things!" I told him as I felt him pull my thong to the side and place the tip of his cock at the edge of my pussy.

"Oh don't tease Mark! It's been too long I... Ohhh."

I moaned as Mark started sliding his cock up and down the length of my pussy. Each time the head of his cock reached my clit he pressed into it and rubbed it in slow circles. I whimpered and, reaching back between my legs, spread my lips open for him, giving him more access to my clit. Mark suddenly dropped to his knees and I cried out in both surprise and pleasure as he plunged his tongue deep into my dripping pussy. 

"Oh look at you!" I gasped as he began tongue fucking me. "Sucking on your sister in the bathroom.... Ohhhhh.... damn."

Mark's tongue had found my clit and began swirling around it. I moaned again and began grinding my ass in his face as he switched from licking to sucking on my clit, trying to make me cum quickly. I could feel an orgasm building when the bathroom door banged open and I heard two men talking. I whimpered quietly as Mark quickly removed his tongue and stood up, then bit my tongue as Mark slipped two fingers into my pussy and started slowly working them in and out playing with me as we waited for them to leave. As we stood there the two men started talking about last night's Cub's game.

"Fuck this." Mark whispered and, sliding his fingers from my pussy reached out, grabbed my hair and, as he pulled my head back, his other hand came around covering my mouth.

It was a good thing he did since, once his hand was over my face, he immediately shoved his huge dick into me. I squealed into his hand as he drove himself in so deep I could feel his balls slap against my pussy. It had been months since I'd fucked my brother and his cock completely filled and stretched my quivering pussy, I slowly started rocking back and forth a few inches at a time letting myself get used to him. A month ago I had spent a few nights toying with a hot young art student I had met at a showing, so it's not like I hadn't gotten laid recently, but an average cock and my brother's were two completely different things.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 26



I pulled myself forward and rocked back one more time and this time when Mark was buried to the hilt I wiggled my ass against him letting him know I was ready. With no hesitation Mark pulled back and began fucking me with long deep strokes that caused me to let out a little yip into his hand each time he plowed into me. Mark wasn't slamming me as hard as he could because the two assholes that had come in were still talking, but he was using the entire length of his cock each time he pumped me and it felt incredible. I leaned forward a little and, turning my head, rested my cheek against the cool tile staring at the graffiti on the wall of the stall while my brother fucked me, I thought; Oh you nasty, nasty girl. 

Mark let go of my hair and, leaning over me, reached underneath and, finding my clit with his fingers, began rubbing it hard and fast. As he did this Mark also began fucking me harder and even with his hand over my mouth I was starting to get loud. At that moment I heard the stall door open next to us and heard the guy say;

"Fuck this one's broken too!" 

Mark should have slowed down at that point until he walked away, but instead started slamming me harder, making it more difficult for me to stay quiet. I knew he was doing it on purpose, so deciding to return the favor, I reached down underneath and the next time my brother drove himself into me caught his balls in my hand and rubbed them. Mark let out a surprised moan and suddenly there was a knock on the stall door.

"Hey pal, what are you doing? Sounds like you're stroking it in there. Christ man, I gotta go!"

Without missing a beat and his voice perfectly steady Mark snapped;

"Fuck off, I have stones, go find another bathroom."

"Oh shit man," The guy said. "Sorry."

This time it would have been a laugh not a moan that would have escaped from me. Never in my life had I ever seen anyone think as quickly as Mark. I suppose that was why he was an exceptional attorney. An exceptional attorney with a magnificent cock that, as soon as we heard the bathroom door close, he began to use to full effect, rearing back and slamming the shit out of me! At this point I don't know why Mark was bothering to cover my mouth since the sound of our bodies slapping together as he pounded my hot little pussy was echoing throughout the bathroom. My brother's fingers were rubbing my clit harder and faster and, removing my hand from between my legs, I reached up and, grabbing my left nipple, started twisting the barbell back and forth. 

I moaned into Mark's hand as my legs started to shake and I could feel the orgasm rushing through me. Behind me my brother was beginning to gasp with every stroke and I knew that any minute now he would be filling his big sister's pussy with his hot wet cum. The thought of how good that was going to feel sent me over the edge. I squealed into Mark's hand as I felt my pussy contract around his cock and waves of pleasure slammed through my body. My legs were shaking so badly that, as I continued to slam my hips back into his huge cock, Mark let go of my mouth and wrapped his hand around my waist to hold me up. I hadn't expected that and my next loud cry of ecstasy was released into the air where the echo caused it to sound even louder.

Mark let go of my clit and, grabbing my hips, gave me several savage pumps that were so hard I couldn't hold back and cried out loudly each time his massive cock rammed home in my hungry pussy. I realized from the sound of him moaning behind me that, that was exactly what Mark wanted and, on his next pump, I threw my head back and let out one of my trademark loud wails. That did the trick as this time, when my brother's cock drove into me, I felt a huge hot spurt of cum go deep into my pussy.

"Oh yeah baby!" I moaned. "Oh yeah just like that! Oh I want all of it! Give me all of your hot cum!"

Mark gave me several softer thrusts, each ending with another nice blast of cum. I pushed myself against him on the last pump and contracted my pussy around his cock, milking out the last drop and causing him to make that adorable little whimper that I knew always embarrassed him when he made it. 

"Awwww baby." I whispered as he made the noise. 

I was looking over my shoulder as I spoke and laughed softly as he gave me that shy little smile that only I could ever get from him. We both sighed as Mark slid his cock from my pussy. While Mark cleaned up as best he could, pulled his pants up and fixed them, I stood up pulled my dress back over my tits and waited a minute. Sure enough after a few seconds I could feel cum begin to drip down my thighs from my overflowing pussy.

"Hey Mark." I whispered.

As he looked over I lifted my skirt and showed him his cum dripping down my leg.

"Oh damn." He said.

"Lucky we'e out or I'd make you lick it off." I said winking.

I quickly wiped his cum off my leg and pulled my thong back into place over my still oozing slit. Then, as Mark grabbed his bag,I followed him out of the stall where we both stopped and stared at a man with two teenage boys standing there. I immediately put my head down to hide my grin. My brother, however, very causally, not only walked past them, but stopped and washed his hands while I stood there trying not to look up. As Mark finished he looked at the three of them and, after winking, took my hand and led me towards the door, as we were leaving I heard one of the boys say;

"Damn dad that woman was hot!"

I looked at Mark who gave me a huge smile and said;

"Damn I love Chicago!"

The rest of the night was nothing short of amazing. Dinner was wonderful; we took our time ordering everything from appetizers to desert as we caught up on everything that had been going on in our lives. As Mark had asked I avoided the trial, although part of me had thought about trying to press anyways, but seeing how relaxed and happy Mark seemed after our little bathroom romp, I avoided it. Mark did however mention that the phones at the firm had been ringing off the hook and people were lining up to bring their business to the lawyer who had defeated the legendary McAllister. I shook my head thinking, who would have thought two fucked up kids like us would be sitting across a table talking about how much money we were making. At that moment I felt one of those overwhelming waves of gratitude flow through me. Gratitude that I had overcome my past and was able to be with my brother and feel as if I were his equal rather than the burden I had been for years.

After that we just made small talk and, once again,I thought how much I loved having Mark come down here. As we talked Mark had reached out and taken my hand across the table and, as he gently ran his fingers across the back of my hand, I noticed that his eyes never left my face when I spoke. I couldn't help but smile as I thought about how into me my brother was tonight, as if there was no one else in the room but me. On that note, he had seemed more affectionate as well, holding my hand in the car as we drove and sitting with his arm around my shoulders while we waited a few minutes for our table. Not that I minded, but, much like that hug at the airport, it seemed as if there were something behind it, as if he were worried I was going somewhere. It reminded me of how close Mark had stayed to me when I had first come out of rehab, like he was afraid he was going to lose me. I didn't bring it up as I loved him being this close to me and also because I figured considering everything he had been through he just needed his sister more than usual.

As we ate desert I found myself thinking once again about how the word beautiful, really did fit my little brother. On our way to the restaurant Mark had convinced me to stop at my place for a few minutes so he could shave and put on a decent shirt. I didn't argue because I knew that although Mark favored the scruffy look he knew his big sister preferred him clean shaven, so of course that's exactly what I got. Even though Mark's features had hardened a bit over the years, they were still flawless and very much on the pretty side. Mark's thick black hair was slicked back, also my favorite look, and of course there were my brother's eyes. To this day I have still never seen a pair like them; greenish gold with flecks of brown along the edges. Mark's eyes tended to drift more towards one color depending on his mood and right now were green more than anything else, which was the shade I loved best. Right now those gorgeous eyes were staring deep into my own oddly colored, nearly transparent blue eyes and I found myself thinking that Mark did seem a little more into me than usual.

After dinner we went to a private dance club that I had bought a membership to last year with nights just like this one in mind and the fantastic evening continued. Both Mark and I were sexy, knew how to dance and, absolutely loved showing off. Again it was nothing short of a turn on to be bumping and grinding all over this gorgeous man in front of a room full of people who were checking us out, and secretly knowing that we were brother and sister. I have to say that, since I have been sober, I have no self-esteem issues and would even consider myself a bit vain. Having said that, I never felt sexier than when I was with Mark. My brother made me feel beautiful and desired, like he had my entire life, even at times that I was as far from that as possible. After several dances Mark had gone to our table and removed his shirt leaving himself in just the tank top, and when he came back out on the floor Nine Inch Nails Fuck you like an animal came on. Mark came up behind me and, wrapping his arms around my waist, began grinding his cock into my ass, as I leaned back swaying against him. 

As the song went on Mark's hands left my waist and began to slide up and down my body. I let out a soft moan as my brother's hands went down my thighs and on the way up he rubbed across the front of my tight dress hard enough to rub my pussy through the thin material, making my clit tingle. Mark's hands went up my sides then crossing his arms on my stomach he reached up and placed his hands over my tits. As we turned I saw we were facing two women who were dancing sensuously together and knew Mark had done this on purpose. Sure enough I saw one of the women, a tall blond, look over then whisper to her brunette partner, who also turned. They had been dancing in the corner and at the moment there was no one between them and Mark and me. 

"Go ahead little brother." I whispered and reaching up and back wrapped my arms around his neck.

Mark grabbed the top of my dress and quickly pulled it down, flashing the two women my tits. Mark's hands left the dress and, lifting my tits up to better display them, gave my nipples a playful pinch. I moaned and as I did I, saw the blond slide her hand up the brunettes skirt from behind. Mark's hands left my tits and, dropping down, lifted the front of my dress up with one hand while pulling my thong up and to the side flashing my smooth pink pussy. Letting my hand drop from Mark's neck I reached down and slipped my finger through my wet pussy. The brunette returned the favor flipping her skirt up and showing us her pierced clit as well as the fact she was wearing nothing underneath her dress. 

The song ended and, as I pulled my dress back up over my tits, Mark went to the bar to get me a Pepsi. Even after five years it still seemed funny to be in a place like this and only drink soda, but at this point there wasn't enough money in the world that could make me take a drink. I watched smiling as Mark got the soda, then stayed at the bar and did two shots. Ever since I had been sober Mark had made it a point never to drink right in front of me. I wouldn't care if he did, it's not like he had a problem, but I have to say I always deeply appreciated that he took it that seriously and was always concerned for me. While Mark was at the bar for a couple of minutes the blonde came over and, after introducing herself as Kara, wanted to know if Mark and I wanted to switch partners for a few dances. Kara herself was completely into women and said she would love to dance with me. Her girl friend Lexi however was bi and, according to Kara had been getting wet just looking at Mark and was dying to have him play with her the way he had been playing with me.

I thought about it for a minute. When Mark and I were younger we would have others whenever we wanted, then come back to each other. In our twenties Mark was doing anything female that moved, unless I was well around. As for me with the exception of an occasional woman and Tommy, I don't want to really to think about what my sex life had consisted of back then. Since I had gotten my shit together, Mark and I had made the rule that when we spent time together; no others were to be involved. If I was coming up for two weeks he had no pets, and no one nighters, even if I was staying with the folks. The same went down here for me. So as I looked at Kara I didn't really see a problem; they weren't asking for us to go home with them just do a little heavy petting on the dance floor.

I told her I would check with Mark. Kara walked back over to Lexi and I found myself staring at her ass and felt my pussy getting worked up as I envisioned my brother watching me play with Kara's tits for him, hell maybe I'd even suck on them. I also found myself picturing Mark getting Lexi all worked up with his cock and fondling her more than ample tits. Oh yeah, I thought we'd get all hot and bothered watching each other play then go back to my place and fuck the shit out of each other. 

Mark came back from the bar and, after he handed me my soda, I told him what Kara had wanted. I smiled, expecting him to jump at it, but to my surprise he shook his head. I stared at him and said; 

"Come on, it'll be hot! Look at them."

"It's our time Meg, remember." Mark said quietly.

"Hey Mark," I began. "Look we're not going to go back and fuck them, we're just going to play for a few dances." I smiled at him and, kissing him, said;

"C'mon little brother, you don't want to watch your nasty big sister, get her tits sucked by that hot blond or," I winked at him. "You don't want to reach into that skirt and maybe get a little feel?" 

"No Meg I really don't." 

"Hey Mark I just want to..." I stopped as he looked at me and shook his head.

"When I'm here I'm with you Megan, we hardly ever get to spend any time together and I'm not going to share you!"

"We were only going to dance Mark, just for fun I..."

"Can't you just be with me Megan?" Mark asked with a hint of exasperation in his voice. He stopped and shaking his head added; "Please?"

I looked at my brother and saw that he really was getting upset, not angry but upset. He had that flustered look that he got when he didn't know how to react to things, which usually meant he was either sad or hurt over something. The girls immediately forgotten I stepped up to Mark and gently touching his cheek said softly; 

"Hey it's okay baby, you don't want to, we won't. Please don't get upset with me."

"I..." Mark shook his head and, putting his arm around me, whispered in my ear;

"I just miss you sis, that's all, I just want to be with you."

I could hear the emotion in his voice and, hugging him, said;

"And you will be little brother, all weekend. Tell you what, why don't we go back to my place and you can let your big sister show you how much she missed you."

Mark nodded and, holding hands, we made our way toward the elevators, as we passed Kara and Lexi I pointed at my watch and shrugged. Kara looked disappointed but nodded and winked at me I winked back fully planning on coming back the next week and seeking her out. The club had several levels with the wilder ones at the top, when we got off the elevator on the first floor it was in front of a place that was more like a bar with a dance floor and, as I started to walk by, Mark stopped and asked if we could go in for a few minutes. I shrugged and said okay. When we entered there was a ballad playing and Mark led me directly to the dance floor, turned to me, took me into his arms and began to slow dance with me.

I wasn't sure what was going on but it's not like dancing with Mark was a terrible thing so I leaned in and wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he held me around my waist. We swayed slowly to the music and, as Mark pulled me tighter to him, I once again felt that tension in him. I thought, after we went home and played some, when I had him nice and relaxed I would ask him about it. For now however I sighed contentedly and let myself fold into my brother's strong arms. When I did that I felt Mark relax as well and hold me closer as if my letting myself go was what he had been looking for. Mark pulled me even closer and, as we continued to dance, nuzzled his face into my hair and gently kissed my neck.

"Oh that's nice, little brother." I told him softly.

The song ended and another ballad came on so we stayed out there and I have to say I didn't mind one bit. At one point I leaned back so I could look into Mark's beautiful eyes and found him looking at me. Our eyes met and, as they did, Mark slowly leaned into me, his lips parted, I turned my head and, closing my eyes, parted my lips and waited. A moment later Mark kissed me, it was very different from how we had been kissing all night; it was soft, sweet and amazing. I moaned softly as his lips slid back and forth against mine and was disappointed when Mark stopped. That disappointment was short lived however as, gently placing his hand on the back of my head, Mark pushed my head down onto his shoulder and he held me even tighter as we danced.

As I sighed again I thought that this really was the best thing about Mark and me; as nasty and hardcore as we could be, as rough and hot as the sex was, we could have moments like this where we were soft and sweet and loving. It reminded me of when we were younger and living at the folks, those wild nights where we would tear into each other followed by those sweet playful mornings. The song ended and this time I pulled back and said;

"You ready to go back to my place, and be good to me little brother?"

"Oh yeah," Mark said softly. "That's exactly what I want."

We arrived at my condo a half hour later, and even the ride home was nice. Mark drove and I was sitting right at his hip and his arm was around me as if we were teenagers. At a red light Mark had turned his head down to me and engaged me in such a long kiss that we only stopped when someone behind us beeped for us to move. As soon as we entered my place I took Mark by the hand and led him into my bedroom. Although Mark had been in here many times it still thrilled me to no end to have my brother in my bed. It had taken me until I was thirty two years old to get my own place and I never took it for granted.

Unlike Mark I had no desire to turn my bedroom into a dungeon, but I did have a huge four poster bed that my brother and I had each been tied to on more than one occasion. While Mark went into the bathroom I lit several candles and pulled down the red top sheet to expose the brand new black satin sheets I had bought as soon as I knew he was coming down. I pulled the dress over my head and, after tossing it aside, turned to look at myself in the full-length mirror on the closet door. I have to say I thought my brother would be happy with seeing me topless in just my thong and the laced up heels that I had bought to wear just for him tonight. As I looked at my reflection I waggled my tongue out and, playfully grabbing my tits, whispered; 

"Like what you see little brother?"

I turned as Mark came out of the bathroom and felt my pussy begin to heat up even more, as this nasty girl certainly liked what she saw. My brother had stripped down to just a pair of tight black boxer briefs and my god did he look good! As he slowly, and I'm sure deliberately slowly, approached me, I took in every inch of my beautiful little brother's amazing body. From his wide shoulders, muscular chest, and perfect six pack stomach, right down to his thick powerful thighs and of course that huge bulging cock. I felt my breathing pick up in anticipation and I looked up to see Mark's eyes lingering on my long well shaped legs and knew that every inch of that bulge was for his hot big sister, and trust me, this nasty girl was going to make good use of it, all night, hell all weekend long. 




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 26



Mark reached for me and, taking me in his arms, pulled me into a long hard kiss. I groaned into his mouth and, encircling his waist with my arms, slid side to side rubbing my hard nipples across his chest. Mark began running his right hand through my hair as his other hand slid down my back and gave my ass a hard squeeze. I broke the kiss and turned my head. Taking his cue Mark bent his head and kissed the soft skin of my neck. I opened my eyes and whispered; 

"Oh look at us little brother."

Mark and I were standing in front of my bed and were reflected in the full length mirror. My pussy was getting wetter by the second at the sight of my brother and me both in just our underwear holding each other. I could just see my tit pressed into Mark's chest and, as I looked, I brought my left leg up to rub it along his thigh. Mark had been tanning all summer and his dark skin against my ivory complexion was a sexy contrast, as was my own long black hair flowing down my bare back. I have to say that Mark's dark hand covering one pale cheek of my ass looked pretty damn hot as well. Mark had turned his head I watched his eyes light up as well and smiling wickedly he said: 

"Are we not beautiful?"

"That's why we break the rules little brother." I told him as I placed my hands on his strong chest and began lightly trailing my nails down his stomach. "There was no way I wasn't going to get a piece of the hottest boy I ever saw." I laughed and added, "And I even got to be your first."

"My best." Mark said softly, and turning my face back to him, kissed me gently.

"Your favorite." I said.

"The most beautiful."

Mark kissed me again and once more it was amazingly soft and sweet. I kissed him back that way for a moment then began kissing him back harder. Opening my mouth I pushed my tongue into his and, reaching down, I slid my hand into his boxers and groaned as I wrapped it around his huge hard cock. Mark moaned, but to my surprise reached down and, grabbing my wrist, pulled my hand from his cock. Pulling his lips from mine he said;

"Easy sis slow down."

I shook my head;

"Little brother I haven't been with you in months and all that little quickie at the airport did was make me want it even more, we'll go slow in the morning right now I want is for you to fuck your big sister's tight little pussy with your big hard cock." 

I reached down for him again and Mark once again grabbed my hand and, lifting it, put it on his shoulder. Pulling me tighter to him he kissed my mouth, but I was too surprised to kiss him back.

"Mark what's your..."

Mark kissed me again and, grabbing my head from behind, held my lips to his. That caused me to return the kiss and another wave of heat to flow through me. This was more like it; Mark was making me... kiss him slowly. As he had before Mark's lips were sliding softly across mine. I returned the kiss just as sweetly, giving in to him for the moment. When he felt me kissing him back Mark removed his hand from my hair and slid it slowly down my side. I waited in anticipation for him to grab my tit but his hand went around my waist and started gently caressing my lower back.

Don't get me wrong it's not that this didn't feel wonderful, but if I wanted sensual I could have played with Kara back at the bar. No what this girl needed was a good hard fucking. I pulled away from his mouth and asked;.

"What are you waiting for Mark?" 

As I spoke, I grabbed his wrist from around my waist and pulled it so that his hand was on my tit. I was so worked up that just the feeling of his palm on my nipple made me groan. In my heels I was the same height as my brother and I ground my hips into his and moaned again as I felt his hard cock pressing against my clit through the thin material of our underwear.

"C'mon sis let's just go slow this time," He gave me a little smile. "I just want to be good to you, that's all."

"And you can be, by fucking the shit out of me with this beautiful cock." I told him going trying to grab it.

Mark caught my hand again and this time I pushed him in the shoulder and stepped back from him. 

"What the hell Mark?" I asked him. "Didn't you miss me?"

"Of course I did that's why I want to take my time." He stepped in and, putting his hands on my hips, whispered; "I want to enjoy you sis, the..." he hesitated and added; "The slow way. I want to ...." 

That's when it hit me. He wanted to make love me. This went back to Samantha, when I had gone to see him after the break up. Mark had told me how that, even though she had been a pet and they would still play nasty, he had made love to her. I had made fun of him a little at first but stopped because he was upset, then because, as he described it, I found myself wishing that I could experience that feeling myself. I had never felt loved in the way that he had described it and knew that I never would until I found that one true love. Well I hadn't found that person yet, so for right now the only thing I needed was a good hard fuck, but it looked as if I might have to work for it. I had been looking at my brother for a few seconds before I spoke we were minutes from what we both needed and I didn't want to fight him but he needed to know he was barking up the wrong tree.

"Little brother," I began softly as I put my hands on his shoulders. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah of course I am I just want to..." I cut him off.

"Mark, are you over Samantha?" I asked him point blank, staring directly into his eyes.

Mark eyes widened and he looked at me stunned for a moment before saying;

"Of course I am, I.." he had started to step back but I held his shoulders and asked;

"Are you sure Mark?" 

"I... yeah I mean the trial," he shook his head. "I feel like an asshole, but what's done is done. Why..."

"You miss her? " I cut in.

"No" Mark said immediately, I believed him as soon as he said it; my brother rarely lied in general, and never to his big sister.

"But there is something you miss isn't there?"

Apparently my brother's time with Samantha had led him to the softer side of sex. Mark had been sweet many times in the past with Krissy and there was even a stretch with Cynthia, after the Max incident, when Mark had been very good to her. But that was close to fifteen years ago and until Samantha Mark had been as hardcore as you could find. Now he wanted sweet. As Mark looked at me like he wasn't sure what to say I recalled how, when I had visited him after the breakup, I had been in his bed three nights and Mark hadn't wanted to fuck me. I left him alone those nights, letting him mope, but the next night I had taken him. Even then I had started slow and easy as he had been upset and that's what he responded to, but, eventually I had gotten to him to go hard and nasty and, after he had fucked the living shit out of me, I had laughingly pronounced him cured, but obviously Samantha had left her mark on my brother.

All this ran through my mind in less than a minute and I immediately knew what I had to do. Mark needed to forget about this romance shit and just take his sister

"Mark," I began stepping closer to him so our faces were inches apart. "That's It's great that you discovered that you like being sweet."

"Megan listen I..."

"And if that's what you want, that's fine little brother." I smiled sweetly at him. "If you want to find someone you can be nice and soft to that's great but for right now you need to forget about that because we're two feet from my bed and your nasty big sister isn't the kind of girl you make love to."

I reached back and pulling his hair so he would look at me said;

"Now let's go Mark, take me!"

Mark started to shake his head and, with a smirk, I added;

"That is if you remember how to."

Mark rolled his eyes.

"Yeah okay sis I forgot I'm not a man if I don't rip you up."

I stared at him and smiled to myself as an idea hit me.

"Okay Mark you're right I'm sorry." I pouted at him. "I'm sorry little brother, want to try it again?"

I leaned in and kissed him as softly as he kissed me. Mark kissed me back, I pulled away and whispered;

"That better Mark?'

"Oh yeah," he said and then we kissed again, I slid my lips across his and held him tight, Mark sighed and I felt his body relax. I turned my head and, kissing his cheek, said;

"You like that baby?"

"I do."

"Yeah," I started talking in my little girl voice. "Yeah? Is that nice and soft for you Mark? Is that how my baby brother likes it now all nice and sweet?"

Mark pulled his head back and I tried not to smile as I saw he was getting pissed off.

"Don't make fun of me."

"Then don't act like a bitch." I told him.

"Act like...?" His eyes widened.

"Oh I'm sorry Mark." I smirked at him. "Maybe you're not acting."

I stepped back until I was up against my bed and, spreading my arms, said;

"Look at this. Your sister's titties, your favorite titties are right here, her pussy is wet and waiting for you, never mind, my mouth, and all you want to do is make out like a teenager. Shit Mark, do I have to make a man out of you again?" I shook my head. "Bad enough I had to take your virginity because you were afraid of Krissy."

"Watch your mouth Meg," Mark said quietly, his tone causing my already wet pussy to flow even more as I knew I was getting to him. 

"You could be watching my mouth if you weren't so pussy whipped." I said smiling at him. "Matter of fact maybe I should be watching yours."

As I said that I suddenly stomped on Mark's foot with my sharp heel. Mark cried out in surprise and, as his foot came up, I grabbed his wrists and yanked hard on them. I sat back on my bed as Mark fell to first his knees then started to come down on one of his hands. Kicking my leg out I swept his arm to the side so the he landed awkwardly on his forearm, his face right at me feet.

"Go ahead little brother start right there at your sister's toes just like you were taught."

Mark stared up at me and I could see he was pissed but not quite there yet, as if he still thought this could end any other way. Mark started to push himself up but I whipped my left leg up and brought it back down onto his back, the heel digging into his flesh hard enough to make his breath hiss out from between his teeth. I pushed down harder, to the point the muscle in my calf was bulging and, after a moment of resistance, Mark let himself down onto his elbows and, head down, started to flick his tongue across the toes of my right foot. I felt my pussy begin to flow even more as my brother's soft wet tongue pushed between my toes. I knew where that tongue really needed to be but would take my time and make him earn it.

"There you go." I told him. "That's a good little puppy."

I dropped my other foot to the floor in front of him.

"Next."

Mark obediently moved his head over and began licking my right foot. The shoes I was wearing had straps across the top and didn't really show much more than my toes. I definitely felt my feet needed more attention than the straps allowed.

"Untie the straps so you can take my shoes off and do a proper job while you're down there."

I got another dirty look but Mark sat up on his knees and reaching behind my knee grabbed the thin piece of leather dangling there. With a swing of my arm I contemptuously slapped his hand away. 

"Use your teeth like a good little doggie."

Mark took a deep breath and I could tell he was trying to hold back. That was fine with me, it just meant that this nasty girl would get exactly what she wanted until my brother was ready to take what he needed. Leaning forward Mark caught the strap between his teeth and pulled. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan as I felt the strap loosen and watched my brother move to my other leg and repeat the process. At this point I was so fucking wet I could feel my pussy beginning to drip.

"Now unwrap them and take them off."

"Okay." Mark said quietly.

"Okay?" I asked reaching down and yanking his head up by the hair. "Okay, is that your answer? I think I deserve better than that don't you?"

Mark swallowed hard and, between clenched teeth, whispered;

"I'm sorry my sister, thank you for letting me remove your shoes."

"Better." I told him, roughly shoving his head back down. Oh was I going to get it when he finally snapped.

Mark slowly unwound the straps and after he slipped the sandals off, I raised my right foot and placed my toes at his lips.

"Ask." I said.

"May I please suck on your toes, my sister?"

"Yes, just do a good job because if I think you actually remember how to use your tongue, maybe I'll let you put it to use somewhere else." 

Mark looked up at me and I felt myself get even hotter as the look on his face was one of anger mixed with pure lust. I was humiliating him, but at the same time my brother had a hell of a foot fetish, especially for mine, seeing as I was the one who probably instilled it in him in the first place.

"Ohhh yeah, that's nice little brother," I moaned as one by one he began taking my toes into his mouth and swirling his tongue around them while his hand gently caressed the bottom of my foot. "Oh yeah you like taking orders don't you Mark?"

Mark didn't answer but I let it go as I leaned back on my elbows on the bed and enjoyed the sight and sensation of my brother worshiping my feet. The only problem was that Mark was enjoying it so much he seemed to be forgetting he was pissed. I let him go for awhile, until he had taken care of the toes of both feet, and was now rubbing them while gently kissing the arches. By now my poor little pussy was throbbing I needed it so bad, but first that amazing tongue and then that incredible cock and as hard and deep as I wanted it. Lifting my hips I slid my thong off and, pushing it down to my knees, said; 

"Take that off and let's see how that tongue feels on my pussy."

Mark pulled the thong off and, after tossing it aside, leaned forward and started gently licking my clit.

"I said lick it don't tease it!" I snapped.

Lifting my legs I wrapped them around Marks neck and, pulling forward, buried his face into my soaking wet pussy. Mark moaned into it and started licking faster. As good as it felt I deliberately held back my own moans, instead I sighed and said;

"Shit little brother can't you do better than that?"

Mark grunted and started sucking my clit rapidly in and out of his mouth. I bit down on my lip to keep quiet and, reaching down and grabbing his hair, snapped;

"Just hold still and I'll do it myself!"

With that I began grinding my hips into my brother's face. Up and down but also side to side, smearing my pussy all over his face. Mark tried to pull away but I had strong legs and was holding his head tight to my pussy. I could feel his hot breath gasping into my pussy as I forced it into his face.

"Why isn't your tongue out?" I demanded. "Don't you like sucking pussy anymore little brother? Or is it because I'm making you suck it hard and nasty and ..." I paused laughed derisively. "Not letting you love it."

Mark tried to pull away again and I could see his shoulders tensing. I was getting him there, any minute now I'd hit the final button.

"I said fucking lick it!"

Mark's tongue started to push against my clit and once again I stifled a moan. I had to admit it felt damn good but I was getting frustrated that Mark was still playing meek. Christ that girl had done a number on him! I leaned back and began panting, thinking I may as well cum this way then go from there. As I turned my head and looked at the thick ornately carved column at the end of my bed that was right next to us I had a better idea.

"Oh for Christ's sake" I exclaimed. "My God this is pathetic!"

Sitting up I grabbed Mark's right wrist and held it tightly and removing my legs from around his neck, I kicked out hard with my right foot. It caught Mark's shoulder and as he went back to his left, I pulled hard on his wrist and succeeded in causing him to fall off balance to his right. Quickly standing up I spun to the left, hitting Mark in the shoulder with my raised knee while still pulling on his arm. Mark went onto his ass and fell backwards directly into the wooden column where he banged his head.

"Fuck sis!" Mark exclaimed. "I..." 

Mark was cut off as, standing in front of him, I swung my right leg up and, planting my foot on his shoulder, leaned forwards and once again pressed my pussy into his face. I pushed forward hard enough to shove my brother's head back into the column again with an audible thud. I felt Mark gasp into my pussy and felt a little bad, but then again Mark wasn't typical; having the highest threshold of pain of anyone I'd ever met. The ironic thing was the move I had just pulled on him was a result of his self defense lessons showing me how to use leverage to make up for the fact I was all of a hundred and thirty pounds.

"Let's try this again." I told him rocking my hips back and forth and working my pussy up and down his face.

Mark's hands came up and grabbed my hips and I thought that this was going to be it, but instead I felt him starting to work his tongue across my swollen clit again. This time I couldn't hold back a moan as my clit was so sensitive right now that a stiff breeze could get me hot. Grabbing his hair I held his head back so it was hitting the column and he couldn't move it at all.

"Faster!" I snapped. Then, after sighing disgustedly, said;

"See this is why I like women, at least they know how to lick."

I looked down to see Mark's eyes looking up at me. They had darkened considerably and I felt his hands trembling on my hips. I continued in the same disgusted tone.

"Then again I figured since you're so in touch with your feminine side these days it would be like having a girl down there, isn't that right you little bitch?"

As I spoke I had dropped my hand down and, catching Mark's nipple, gave it a savage twist.

"Like your nipples played with Mark? Or should I maybe call you Missy?"

That one hit home! Grinding the back of his head against the column he forced his face from my pussy and, as he stared up at me, I felt him draw his legs up between mine. I kept pushing;

"Don't you give me that bad fucking look Mark, you're nothing to me! Know why little brother?" I asked smiling down at him. "Because I broke you, I made your sorry ass a man and we all know that the one who breaks you owns you, now don't they little brother?"

"No one owns me." Mark hissed and, as I felt him start to try to push me back by my hips, I played my final card.

"That's why you're such a little girl now isn't it Mark? You're supposed to master and break your pets but in the end sweet little Sammy broke you, didn't she Mark?"

"Leave her out of this you bitch." Mark's lip came up in a snarl and I felt another wave of heat flow through my already drenched pussy.

"Bitch? The only bitch in this room is you little brother and you're not even my bitch anymore are you?" I smiled and shook my head. "Oh no you're Sammy's little bitch now. She owns you Mark, you may have broken her heart but baby she broke your pathetic ass!" I laughed at him. 

"Why don't you go crawling back Mark? Maybe she'll let you make love to her again."

"Shut up Megan!" Mark snapped.

I almost fell backwards as Mark got his feet planted on the floor and pushed up, nearly dislodging my foot from his shoulder. I pushed forward and felt him resist forcefully this time.

"Oh Sammy," I moaned. "Oh yes, oh nice and slow." I made another fake moan. "Oh tell me again how much you love me... Oh I... Oh, fuck!!"

I cried out as, in a demonstration of raw physical power, Mark, braced his back against the column and using only his legs, only shot himself straight up, dropped his hands down to my ass and, his strong fingers digging painfully into my flesh, lifted me up with him. As soon as Mark had lifted me all the way off my feet, he let go of me. I hadn't been expecting that and when my feet hit the floor I started to stumble back off balance, then cried out in pain as Mark reached out and caught me by the barbells in my nipples. Fortunately I managed to catch Mark's forearm with my hand or I would have found all my weight being supported by my tits, and the barbells ripped out of my nipples.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 26



Mark yanked me into him causing me to cry out again. As he turned to the side, still holding me by my tits he stuck his foot out causing me to trip. As I started to fall he let go of my nipples and, catching my shoulders, spun me up against the column so hard that I felt my breath go out of me as my back hit it. Showing he still had some control Mark's hand came up from my shoulder at the last minute and went around the back of my head so I didn't smash it into the bed. I gasped trying to catch my breath, then cried out again as Mark gave my nipples another savage twist.

"Don't know when to shut up do you skank?" He hissed, between clenched teeth, his face so close to mine I could feel hot breath.

"Then why don't you shut me up?" I gasped out as tears flowed down my cheeks from the sharp pain in my tits and the wetness from my pussy dripped down my thighs from the thrill of that pain and the anticipation of the all out pounding I was about to get.

"Oh I will," Mark said softly.

I moaned softly as Mark roughly grabbed my chin and brought my face up so we were looking eye to eye.

"Couldn't play nice could you whore?" He asked. 

Mark's eyes were as dark as I'd ever seen them and his chest was heaving. 

"Just have to be a pig don't you?" 

"I'm your pig." I hissed out. "Now shut up and fucking take me, that is if your cock's still hard after all this mean nasty rough stuff."

Mark started to say something but it turned into a surprised cry of pain as I had ripped my nails as hard as I could down his back. Before he could back off I yanked them back up, trailing them right back through the scratches they had made on the way down. Mark immediately grabbed my arms and, although I tried to hold them up, forced them down as if I was a child. Jesus Christ he's strong, I thought. Another surge of heat went through my pussy as my brother pinned me against the bed. I struggled against him and saw his eyes light up as I did. This was the Mark I was used to; the one that, years ago in a hotel room while we were on vacation, had discovered that he loved forcing his big sister to take his massive cock.

"What's the matter Mark?" I asked him. "Your little girls don't fight back?"

Mark looked at me and was ready to speak when his eyes slid to the side and saw something that caused an evil smile to appear on his face. With a yank he brought my arms up and, putting my thin wrists together, wrapped one of his hands around them and, as I started to struggle to no avail against his powerful grip, Mark reached down to the bed. As he did I looked over his shoulder and saw thin trails of blood running down his back from the deep scratches my nails had made. Mark came back up and, letting my hands go, quickly shoved his forearm against my arms pinning them to my chest, I looked down to see that Mark had one of my shoes. Grabbing the strap in the hand that was against me Mark yanked hard and tore the leather strap from the shoe.

Tossing the shoe aside Mark gave me another evil grin and dangled the strap in front of me. 

"Give me your hands slut." He whispered.

At that moment I gave Mark what he wanted. Widening my eyes and trying to hold my hands against my chest as he tugged at my wrists I cried out;

"Oh don't! Oh no please don't do this to me! I'm sorry little brother I ohhh."

Mark had reached past my hand and twisted my tit again and, as I tried to cover it, he put the strap between his teeth and, grabbing my right wrist, he yanked my hand away and holding me with his forearm quickly wound the strap around my wrist.

"No oh Mark I'll be good I..."

"You had your chance bitch. Now you get what you asked for."

Reaching out Mark caught my other hand and, with a violent wrench of his arms, bent my arms down and behind the column. Instantly Mark pressed his chest against mine, pinning me and without even being able to see he expertly wrapped my wrists together. Stepping back away from me Mark smiled at me.

"This rough enough for you whore? This what you want?"

"Please don't hurt me Mark." I whimpered as convincingly as I could seeing I wanted nothing more than him to tear into me.

Mark stepped right up to me and, with a back hand flip of his wrist slapped both of my nipples.

"Oww!" I cried out. "I ohhhh(.)"

I moaned and whimpered as Mark lowered his head and began roughly sucking my nipple in and out of his mouth. The sucking felt good, however his other hand twisting the barbell in my other nipple hurt like hell. My brother was a true master and was giving me both pleasure and pain at the same time. Oh how I wanted him deep inside of me! Mark raised his head and as he did I couldn't resist darting my head forward and, catching him by surprise, sank my teeth into his shoulder.

"You fucking whore!" Mark cried out jumping back.

"You want something in your mouth? I'll give you something."

Mark came forward and, reaching down, grabbed my ankles and with a yank pulled my legs out from under me. I fell onto my ass on the floor and screamed, this time the scream was real. When my hands had hit the mattress and as my ass the floor my arms were forced to slide across the bed stretching out behind me and causing a searing pain in my upper back and shoulders. If the bed were much higher my shoulders would have dislocated. Ignoring my cry of pain Mark stepped up and my pain was forgotten as I saw the huge bulge in his boxers. As I watched, all but licking my lips, Mark reached down and, sliding the fingers of both hands into the hole in the front, jerked his arms outward and tore the front of his underwear open.

"Oh yes." I groaned as I found my face inches from his enormous dripping cock.

Mark grabbed a handful of my hair and, holding my head still, proceeded to take his cock and slap it across both sides of my face so hard it hurt. As much as it hurt I found myself moaning at the feeling of his sticky pre cum splattering in the sides of my face.

"That hard enough for you sis?" Mark asked. "Now open your mouth, whore."

I shook my head then screamed as Mark yanked hard on my hair, sending a wave of fiery pain through my scalp. As soon as my mouth opened Mark slammed his cock into it. I had barely started to open wider when Mark pushed it all the way in. I almost gagged as ten plus inches of throbbing cock was forced down my throat. I tried to pull my head back and grunted as I hit the column behind me, between that and my throat being stuffed my eyes once again began to water, as did my pussy. I tried to lift up and that sent a fresh wave of pain through my shoulders. Oh this nasty girl was getting exactly what she deserved I thought.

That and any other thought was erased as, once again sliding his hand behind my head, Mark began to fuck the shit out of my mouth. There were no slow pumps to get me used to it, my brother was rearing all the way back until just his tip was between my lips and then thrusting forward as hard as he could, as if my mouth were my pussy. I gurgled around his cock as his thick precum began to flow down my throat and I was having a hard time not gagging. 

"What's the matter sis?" Mark asked as he continued to rape my mouth. "You spend so much time licking pussy and playing with little boys that you can't handle a real one?"

I looked up at Mark so he could see my watering eyes, and whimpered for him, as I did I made as if to try to stand and whimpered again. Mark's breathing picked up as did the pace of his brutal face fucking, as seeing me helpless and in pain was driving him wild. Speaking of wild, as our eyes met I could see that he was completely gone. His eyes were as dark as the night and when they caught the candle light, appeared to be glowing. The muscles in his chest and shoulders were bulging and he was starting to sweat. I moaned and started to rock my hips up and down off the floor. Oh how my needy little pussy wanted to cum. I began to regret not letting him get me off before I had started badgering him. 

Mark began gasping and I could tell he was getting close. To further spur him along I began squealing around his cock and kicking my legs as if fighting him. Mark reached down and gave my nipple a twist so savage that I screamed around his cock and my eyes went wide with pain. That sound and look sent my brother over the edge. Mark's huge prick exploded deep into my throat sending the cum spraying down faster and harder than I had expected, when he pulled his cock out for the next thrust I coughed, spraying cum out of my mouth, around his cock and down my tits. Mark moaned at the sight and started fucking my mouth even harder. I was ready now and began to whimper for him as each thrust ended in a nice hot sticky spurt of cum going down my willing throat.

Mark yanked his cock from my mouth and as he did, I whimpered and tried to suck it one more time. My lips smacked as his cock came out and I felt a few more drops of cum drip down my chin. Mark looked down at me in disgust.

"You nasty fucking skank look at the fucking mess you made."

Getting down on his knees Mark wiped his hand across my chest and brought it up to my face where I could see his fingers were coated with his cum.

"Clean up your mess." 

"Y-yes sir." I panted and as he watched slowly worked my tongue across his fingers making sure I didn't miss a drop of my brother's delicious cum.

"Good puppy." Mark said softly.

"Oh little brother," I moaned to him. "Please make me cum! Please!"

"Oh you think you should cum skank?" Mark asked, still on his knees in front of me.

I looked at my brother and put my trembling lip out in a pout and with very real desperation in my voice begged again:

"Oh please Mark," Spreading my legs so he could see my smooth pink, soaking wet pussy I started bucking my hips up and down. "Oh I need it I ohhhh." 

Mark smiled and standing, grabbed my shoulders and effortlessly hauled me straight up along the column. When I was on my feet Mark drooped to his knees and, grabbing my legs, pulled up. Taking his cue and ignoring the pain in my shoulders I whipped my legs up and, draping them over his shoulders let out a loud groan as Mark immediately buried his tongue into my all but gushing pussy. 

"Oh oh thank you!!" I gasped out knowing any other response might have made him tease.

As it turned out I didn't have anything to worry about as Mark was so wound up from having me like this that he was attacking his big sister's pussy with a vengeance. Despite the continuous throbbing in my shoulders I started bucking my hips up and down in Mark's face as his tongue plunged in and out of my steaming slit. I was moaning loudly and badly wanted his tongue on my clit but knew if I asked he would stop. Once again I didn't have long to wait as Mark slid his tongue up through the lips of my pussy and I cried out, but this time in pleasure as Mark's lips fastened onto my swollen clit and at the same time he drove two of his fingers inside of me.

"Oh, oh yeah oh yeah little brother oh please keep sucking my pussy oh how I missed you!" I cried out. 

I was taking a chance that Mark wouldn't get pissed and start fucking with me but as I had cried out that I had missed him I felt him moan into my clit and he started sucking even harder. My shoulders were shaking from exhaustion, but my legs began trembling for a completely different reason as I felt what I knew was going to be an incredible orgasm. Mark added a third finger to my pussy then, as I was teetering right on the edge, shoved a forth in there, stretching my pussy to its limit but also sending me off. 

I threw my head back and howled like an animal as the orgasm crashed through my body. I whacked my head on the bed when I threw it back but barely noticed the pain. All I was aware of was the unbelievable waves of pleasure that were crashing through my body. Not caring if he got pissed or not I wrapped my legs around Mark's head, pinning his face into my gushing pussy. I let out another long wail of pleasure as I felt Mark remove his fingers and, lowering his mouth, begin to suck the sticky juices that were squirting out of my pussy during the orgasm. I continued to grind my hips for another moment as the last few spasms of the orgasm went through my pleasure wracked body. 

"Oh my I...Ohhhhh," I couldn't even speak.

What I could do, however, was yelp in surprise as Mark reached underneath and, grabbing my ass in his hands, stood straight up and slid me higher up onto the bed post. When Mark was standing he lowered me down until I could feel the head of his huge dick right at the entrance to my flooded pussy. Mark looked at me and asked: 

"That what you want sis?"

"Oh yes little brother I... Oh fuck!!!"

Mark had literally dropped me onto his cock and all of my weight came down on it completely impaling me on his rock hard prick.

"Well then, let me give it to you."

With that Mark slammed his hips up forcing his huge cock deeply into me and I yelped, both from the power of his thrust and my back being driven into the bed post. Mark grabbed my hips and started fucking the shit out of me. I cried out with every pump as he was pushing in so fucking deep that it hurt, but once again it was that good kind of hurt, the kind that made me roll my eyes and want more. As Mark continued to fuck me I kept slamming into the bed and I was aware of the post beginning to rock. I had paid two thousand dollars for this bed six months ago and as much as I was loving this....

"T-the bed." I managed to gasp out, as Mark once again slammed his huge cock home.

"No worries skank," Mark whispered in my ear. "I'll fix that."

Mark let my hips go and, slipping his arms under mine, wrapped them around the post as well and pulled himself into me. I started squealing like a stuck pig as Mark proceeded to drive his cock up and into me. My back was pressed to the wood and my chest was tight against my brother's. Between the two of them I couldn't move an inch and Mark was fucking me even harder and faster. As I panted and moaned I rested my head on Mark's shoulder and gasped as I looked into the mirror. The sight of my brother from behind naked and sweating was incredible. His broad muscular back was bleeding and sweating and, even better, the muscles of his amazing ass were flexing with each powerful thrust into his sister's very grateful pussy. My long white legs were wrapped around his dark tanned flesh and, even better, was the wide eyed lust filled look on my own face as my brother continued his relentless assault on my sorely neglected pussy. 

"Oh fuck!" I gasped into Mark's ear. "Oh Mark; oh look at you taking your nasty sister, look at you putting her in her place!" I let out a sharp squeal as Mark slid down taking me with him and causing his cock to drive up even deeper inside me.

"Oh that's right little brother you take your sister's pussy!" Mark gasped and I knew my talking in his ear was getting to him. "That's right little brother, that's your pussy! All weekend that's your pussy. Take it! Take all of it!"

Mark started gasping and every few thrusts started making that little whimpering noise that I. loved.

"Yeah Mark?" You going to give it to me? You going to give your whore of a sister every drop?"

Mark let out a long loud moan.

"Oh yes you are!" I exclaimed. 

Mark gave me two more savage pumps then his cock exploded and I could feel his hot cum shooting deep inside of me. I let out a long sigh of pleasure as with every thrust Mark painted the walls of his sister's pussy with more of his cum.

"Ohh yeah Mark," I moaned and, kissing his neck, added; "Oh I love it when my little brother cums inside of me. I... ohh yeah baby!" 

I laughed softly as at that remark and the kiss, Mark gave me that precious little whimper again. Mark stopped fucking me and stood there, his cock still inside of me and leaning into me, rested his head on my shoulder. I could hear his panting in my ear and feel his heart pounding against my chest. 

"Easy baby." I said softly. Then after a moment added; "Untie your sister little brother, so she can hold you."

Mark slid his hands down and, I felt him fumbling around. a minute later I felt him unwrap my wrists and my breath hissed at the pain in my shoulders as my arms fell limply to my sides. I also dropped my legs down and, had not my brother been right in front of me, would have fallen. Wincing at the pain I brought my arms up and, wrapping them around Mark's shoulders, kissed him and said;

"There you go Mark, feel better now?"

Mark nodded into my shoulder as he held me close to him.

"That's right Mark, your big sister always knows just what you need. Doesn't she?"

Two hours later I was curled up in bed with Mark and all but purring I was so comfortable. After that wild fuck Mark had picked me up and taken me into the bathroom where we took a long hot shower that ended with me up against the wall with one long leg up on Mark's shoulder while he slowly fucked me. After going into the bedroom we fell asleep for an hour before my cell phone woke us up. It turned out to be a wrong number but worked out well since, as before I had even hung up, my brother's mouth was latched onto my left tit and we went again, this time with me taking my time and riding him until, once again, he came deep inside of my insatiable little pussy.

Being the night owls Mark and I were, the sex woke us up and, after Mark got up and made me a cup of tea, how spoiled was I, I had thought as he brought it into me we propped ourselves up on the pillows and put the tv on. Mark was sitting straight up and I was slouched down with my head resting against his chest. Mark's arm was around me and I couldn't help but think how nice this was. As my eyes shifted away from the stupid history channel special my sometimes still nerdy brother was glued to I caught our reflection in the mirror and smiled. The two of us really did look great together. Never mind how amazingly comfortable we were. For what was at least the thousandth time in my life I thought of how odd my brother and my relationship was. Sometimes it seemed as if we really were a couple. 

Looking again at our reflection I could so see us being the average married couple; work all day, have some dinner, some great sex and fall asleep in each other's arms relaxed and happy. That was exactly what my brother and I did, except that it was for maybe a week at a time, a few times a year and of course, that's all it ever had been and would be until we met someone else who we could be that close to. I had been looking for four years now with no luck. It was ironic that Mark, who hadn't been, had come the closest to finding it. 

Thinking about that made me recall how, when Mark had discussed Samantha, he had spoken of how incredible she felt, how when they had lain together at night he could feel how much she loved him and he could feel it towards her. Mark had still never told me exactly why he had decided to end it, but that along with whatever went on at the end of that trial was his business and as long as he was okay that was all that mattered. I sighed and still thinking about that one true love and wondering if I would ever find it, I looked up at Mark.

"Hey little brother?"

"Yeah sis?"

"This is nice isn't it?"

"Yeah it is." Mark said and kissed the top of my head.

As good as he felt I slid up so I was sitting next to him and, looking at him, said;

"Hey Mark can I ask you something?"

"Anything." Mark said and, picking up the remote, shut the tv off leaving the room lit only by the candles on the night stand.

"Well, remember when you were telling me how good it felt with Samantha?"

I felt Mark tense up a little but he seemed okay when he spoke.

"What about it?" 

"Well I know that you weren't really looking for that, but now that you had it would you want it again?"




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 26



With no hesitation Mark said;

"Yes."

"I know I want it." I told him. "And I don't even know what it feels like."

"You sure about that?" Mark asked.

I shrugged.

"I would think I would know." I paused and sighed. "Then again, not like I have anything to compare it to. But you didn't either and you knew what it was." 

Mark thought for a minute and, as he spoke, he seemed suddenly serious.

"You know Meg, that's what I had thought but once I was with Sammy I realized I had felt it before."

"You had?" I asked. 

Mark smiled.

"As a matter of fact, I'd had that feeling before."

"With who?"

"Oh come on sis." Mark said. "You don't know who it could be that I've felt that good with?"

As I thought Mark looked at me expectantly and suddenly it hit me. I snapped my fingers and smiling said;

"Of course I know, it's pretty fucking obvious."

"Oh yeah?" Mark asked. "So who is it?"

"Well Krissy of course!" I told him.

"Krissy?" Mark repeated.

"Oh come on Mark, you loved your sweet little Krissy." I laughed. "Hell I watched you love her a couple of times."

I stopped laughing as I noticed Mark wasn't.

"It wasn't her?"

Before Mark answered I pointed and said;

"Oh okay I know you were a teenager, so that means it must have been Cynthia."

Mark rolled his eyes.

"Oh please Mark you and Cyn got pretty tight after that mess with Max." I looked at him

"What?"

Mark sighed;

"You were right the first time sis, it was Krissy. That's the only girl I ever felt that with."

"You sure?" He had a funny look on his face, as if he were lying.

"Positive." 

With that Mark slid all the way down on the bed and, lying on his back, put his arm out. I gratefully rolled over against him, my head nestled into the crook of his arm and, sighing contentedly, said;

"Good night my brother."

"Sweet dreams sis." Mark answered quietly.

The honking of a horn snapped me out of my reverie and, looking up, I saw that the traffic was finally moving in front of me. As I punched the accelerator and changed lanes I once again returned to that night. Looking back on it there didn't seem to be a reason that I would have thought anything of Mark's trying so hard to be good to me or that odd look he had when I had spoke of Krissy. Now however, after what had just happened on Saturday night, it seemed clear as day. On the balcony when we had been interrupted by Royce's call Mark had said to me;

"I've waited a long time for you sis." 

"Oh you fucking moron!" I snapped out loud. 

Mark had known he had feelings for me way back then. I felt almost as bad as I had the other night, thinking about how hard he had tried to make love to me and I had turned it into a rape session. Then when I had asked him about love he had been talking about me and that was after I had just been thinking of how the two of us felt. 

"Krissy." I muttered shaking my head.

As I drove down the highway I thought about another incident a few weeks after that night that had seemed odd and now made perfect sense. A month after Mark had spent that weekend he had called me and told me that he wanted to come down the following week. I had been thrilled and told him it was perfect timing because I had a surprise for him. Mark had said that he couldn't wait to see what it was then, turning serious, told me that when he came down he had to talk to me about something. I had asked what it was and all he had said was that it wasn't something to discuss over the phone. I asked if he was okay and he had said he was fine but wanted to talk in person. I said okay and then deciding that I couldn't wait another week to tell him I asked Mark if he wanted to know ahead of time what my surprise was. Mark had sighed and said, then it wouldn't be a surprise but, since I seemed so excited I should just go ahead and tell him. That's when I told Mark that I had met someone her name was Laura and she was beautiful and sweet and best of all! I was in totally love with her! Just before Mark had said he had to go I had blurted out;

"I think she's the one little brother, I'm so happy!"

Two days later Mark had called and said that something came up and he couldn't come down. I had asked about what he wanted to talk about. His answer had been;

"No worries sis I already figured it out."

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Authors note: First off as always thank you to those who continue to follow the series. Your comments and votes are appreciated. I want to take a minute to mention a couple of people who deserve some recognition. I have been working with an editor named Jena for awhile now (some of my not so grammatically correct chapters were me not wanting to wait and posting without her) Jena is wonderful and trust me without her my stories would read like stereo instructions. I also would like to, starting with this chapter, welcome aboard JJJohns who is helping me with not only grammer, but tenses sentence structure and all that other tedious stuff I am clueless on. In addition to working forward with me, JJ is going back to Ch 1 and I will be posting edited versions as we go along. This is a brave man as this series is not short by any means. On that note we will be getting to the end of things soon. Maybe not necessarily chapter wise but I am getting to a point where the last few chapters are mostly written and when I get to them they will be released very quickly. As a tease I had two endings for this series and have found a way to use both, so if you have stuck around this far trust me it will be worth the wait. On a closing note; for those who have asked I am working on Lex Talionis aftermath. My ending of Chapter 5 was all new from the original meaning the Aftermath has to start from scratch. As I write this Ch.27 from SWB is a day away from going to the editor and I will be turning full attention to Aftermath.



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 27



Author's note:

For those of you who have read Lex Talionis (am working on Chapter 6 Aftermath should be done by end of next week.) You already are aware of why Mark takes medication. For those of you who have not read Lex then Mark's condition will be a bit of a revelation. For more details about Mark's secret, check out Lex Talionis, where it is explained in detail. As always thank you for reading.

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I pulled into the parking garage and felt a sense of relief when I saw Mark's firebird parked in its spot. Had my brother not been at work, or at home, I would have been worried. At least now I knew the worse thing he could be doing was going ape shit on the bag at the gym. I parked next to the firebird shaking my head at his license plate. DOMINUS the Latin word for master, Mark really did put himself out there a little too much sometimes. I shut the car off and, checking my make up in the rear view mirror, frowned at the redness in my eyes. I'd barely slept the last two nights and something told me Mark probably hadn't either, which was what had brought me here this morning in the first place. Seeing I was the cause of my brother's sleeplessness, the least I could do was to make sure he was okay, and who knows? Maybe if things went well we could catch a little nap together.

I started to get out of the car, then sat back and thought for a minute. I would have to be careful with Mark. There was no doubt in my mind that my checking up on him would lead to sex. The problem would be what kind of sex? Knowing now what I hadn't known back in Chicago, getting my brother revved up wouldn't be good for him, or for me for that matter I thought, as my back was still sore from yesterday's all out assault in the shower. On the other hand I was afraid if I went to sweet it would turn into making love, as it had Saturday night, and I didn't want to toy with his emotions either by letting him, or denying him, both of which would get him upset. Of course, now that I thought about it, wouldn't any type of sex be all but rubbing my brother's nose in it, if I didn't follow it up with an answer? I grunted disgustedly, now even sex was getting my head racing. 

Taking a deep breath, I decided to take a couple of minutes to figure out what I was going to do. The obvious answer, and probably the right one, was to abstain from sex period. I should behave and do what a real big sister would do; check on Mark, make sure he's taking the meds., see if he's been sleeping, and, most importantly, tell him that I was worried and just want to make sure he's okay. Maybe even go for a cup of coffee with him before he went to work, hell, at that point if Mark seemed okay maybe I would even take another shot at bringing up dad.

That of course would be the right and more properly put, the unselfish thing to do, because let's face it; at the end of it, I was the one who would want my brother and would lead us down the path to sex. Mark may be a terror with the rest of the female population, but when we were together it was his big sister Megan who called the shots. And right now between being exhausted, worried over Mark, and upset from emotional roller coaster of reading the journal, I desperately needed my brother, and not just to talk to me, but to hold me, and ultimately to be inside me. Maybe I would just try to ease into it and see where it took us. The last thing I wanted was a replay of Chicago.

 At that last thought something suddenly dawned on me; Saturday night had, in reality, started just as the night in Chicago had. The other night when we had entered Mark's bedroom I had told him to get on his knees and start at my feet. I had just received incredible news and was more than ready to celebrate by making my brother service his sister's hot pussy. Just like in Chicago, Mark had taken me in his arms and kissed me slow and easy. Also like that night in my bedroom, I had resisted, but this time only briefly. After my first attempt to pull away I let Mark have his way, let him carry me to his bed and make slow passionate love to me. Now as I sat there thinking of it, I found myself wondering what was different this time, in the past I had always shied away from slow sweet sex. Hell, it was right there in the journal, even as far back as that, Mark's first night in his new apartment, I had turned his attempt to be sweet into a hardcore session, and Tommy had spent years trying in vain to get me to slow down in bed.

That's when it hit me; In Chicago I had not wanted Mark to be sweet simply because I believed that he wanted it because of Samantha, that she truly had broken him. Now a year later, I had been much more receptive to it and all I could think of was earlier this morning Mom referring to Laura as my Samantha. Was that what had happened? Had my own brush with true love left me craving that feeling even more? Had our failed relationships opened up the door for something between us? As I sat there stunned at that idea I heard my mother's voice speaking in my mind 

"It's like the two of you are waiting for someone."

Shaking my head, I got out of the car and walked across the garage to the elevator. As I waited for the elevator, my mind drifted momentarily to Laura, how totally perfect she was, and how I hoped she would find someone who would truly appreciate her and give her what I couldn't, everything. The elevator arrived and as I stepped in and hit the button for the seventh floor, my mind stayed on Laura and her visit here with me six months ago; a visit that, as I now thought of it, was another sign of my brothers changing feelings towards me that I had completely missed at the time.

I had brought Laura up to meet mom and dad, and of course, Mark last October. Following my usual pattern, as I know it always made him feel good, we had spent the first two nights at Mark's place. At first I wasn't sure if we would be able to, as not to long after he had seen me in Chicago, Mark had found another pet. This one was a twenty year old blonde named Katrina, who was majoring in psychology. 

As was his custom, Mark had e-mailed me several pictures of her, including a shot of him fucking her doggy style. The look of mixed pleasure and pain on her sweet little face had me so worked up I had gone into Laura's darkroom and had her in a sixty nine on the floor within minutes. So when I had called Mark to say we were coming, I had mentioned staying all week at the folks, and Mark had told me he had cut Katrina loose after a couple of months. When I had asked why, Mark became vague and said that the game just didn't seem the same anymore. To my shock he had told me he was "seeing" someone, and, more surprisingly, said she was a few years older than him, and was the CEO of a local company. I asked if it was serious, and he had said they were pretty casual, just spending the weekends together, but that he was getting tired of hunting, as he had always called it, and was fine with it. 

In hindsight that should have had me thinking something was amiss right there. Except for his big sister, I couldn't remember seeing him with a woman anywhere near his age, for more than a one night stand, let alone have some type of relationship. Then again in my defense, I was a little preoccupied at the time with a couple of things; one the amazing woman that I was with and two; introducing that woman to my brother. It hadn't occurred to me until we were on the plane, that I had a real dilemma with Laura meeting Mark. My friends from the galleries, and a few other people I knew down there, knew Mark as my "friend with benefits" from back home. Now, obviously, because Laura was going to meet my parents, she had to meet Mark as what he really was; my younger brother.

This was a problem I had never considered and I would have to hope it just worked out that when Laura was at the galleries no one would happen to bring up Mark. My brother only made it down every few months and wasn't due for awhile. I would just have to try to have him avoid that crowd on his visits. I was sure he'd understand but it did make me realize how strange our relationship really was and was also a reminder of the potential problems it could cause if we were found out.

Mark picked us up at the airport and we went out to dinner and then, at my urging, dancing. Mark and Laura hit it off fine and when Laura got up to go to the bathroom and I asked what he thought, Mark had laughed, and said it was pretty bad when his sister was dating a hotter woman than he was. I had turned serious and told him how much I loved her and how excited I was that she was meeting my family. Mark had given me a smile that seemed a little subdued but had kissed me on the cheek and told me he was happy for me. I had felt terrible knowing damn well he missed me but I was with someone and our rule was that sex together was off limits. At one point when Laura had come back and I had my arm around her I found myself looking at Mark, alone across the table, and wishing that it had worked out for him with Samantha. It would have been incredible to have had the four of us be out together, Mark and me, with people we were in love with and who loved us in return.

The club was amazing and Mark did seem to start becoming his old self again. Of course that could be attributed to the half a dozen shots he had done within a half hour of getting there. I danced with Mark a couple of times but we were brother and sister now and were very careful not to get carried away. I have to say, after he passed me off to Laura, it was an incredible turn on to have him sitting at the bar watching as Laura and I were all over each other on the dance floor. The favor was returned to me as Mark then took Laura 'out for a spin' as he put it and had her beet red as he held her from behind and really put on a show of grinding up and down on her. By then Mark had had another few drinks and proceeded to pull two very young girls up from their table and get sandwiched between them on the dance floor. Laura had shaken her head and told me that even though men weren't her thing she had to say that my brother was damn hot and that whatever else my real parents may have been they had made a couple of beautiful kids.

We had gotten back to Mark's place about one am and although it seemed early for me, as well as my night owl brother, Laura was exhausted and I certainly wasn't going to miss out on the thrill of licking her sweet pussy in Mark's guest bedroom knowing that he would be in the next room picturing it. That of course was just what I did. Mark's second bedroom was the size of most people's master bedroom and was furnished with a queen size bed. As Laura and I stripped each other naked and proceeded to let our tongues and fingers wander, I was turned on not only by the thought of Mark envisioning the two of us together, but also by the knowledge that this room was where Mark's pets slept when they weren't "worthy enough" to spend the night in his room, and that he would come in here in the middle of the night, fuck the shit out of them and then leave. Picturing Mark taking those hot little girls in the same bed in which I was getting my pussy licked by a gorgeous blond, was enough send me over the edge and I came like an animal, wailing so loud Laura had looked at me and said;

"Damn baby, you don't want your brother to hear us do you?"

We lay down together, as we always did, on our sides facing each other with Laura's head nestled under my chin. Just like I did every night I ran my fingers lightly through Laura's hair and across her shoulders and, as always, Laura gave me a sweet little giggle and nuzzled her face deeper into my chest. Laura was asleep within minutes but even after the flight, the long night, and one hell of an orgasm, I still found myself unable to sleep. I tried drifting off but all I could think of was Mark lying in his bed by himself, and I'm sure awake, wishing his big sister was in there with him. I was pretty sure of this was because that had been exactly what had been going through my head the weekend I had stayed when Mark was with Samantha. That weekend I had been lying in this bed envisioning Mark not only fucking Samantha but then wrapping his strong arms around her and holding her tight, the way he had always held me. Like Mark had seemed tonight, I had been happy for him but would be lying if I said I hadn't been a little upset because I couldn't be with him.

After a few minutes, I gently slid my arm out from under Laura and made to get up. Laura opened her eyes part way and asked me where I was going. I told her I wasn't tired yet and that my brother was as nocturnal as I was so I was going to get up and have a cup of tea with him and catch up a little. Laura was used to me doing this, since, when I was in a painting frenzy, I would routinely go to bed for sex, then get up and stay awake until dawn. I leaned over and, after kissing her, told her to go back to sleep. Laura smiled and closed her eyes again. I paused and, looking at the peaceful expression on her beautiful face, felt an overwhelming feeling of affection for her. I kissed her gently on the cheek and she smiled in her sleep.

Getting up I put on my short, black silk robe, the one I always brought with me when I stayed here and went to leave. I had just reached the door when I caught myself and going over to the bureau slipped on a pair of black panties. Just in case Laura should get up. The robe was pretty short and it would look bad for me to be in front of Mark in it with no underwear on. Leaving the room, I made my way out into the parlor half expecting Mark to have given up on sleep and be watching sports center, or even in his office reading one of those "banned" books he paid a fortune for from some dealer in Europe. The entire place was in darkness so I walked over and knocked lightly on his bedroom door. There was no answer so I gently turned the knob and pushed the door open partway in case he was sleeping.

Mark was sitting cross legged on the bed in a pair of black shorts meditating. His eyes were closed and his breathing was slow and steady. The room smelled of strawberry incense which immediately told me he was upset about not being with me. Since we had been teenagers Mark had always loved that scent in my hair. To this day I would always bring a bottle of strawberry shampoo with me when I came here, even though I never used it at home. The fact that Mark was meditating told me he was a little put off as well. Mark was a creature of habit and he only meditated in the morning. I walked slowly over to the bed wondering what he was softly chanting, as it wasn't Latin and didn't resemble anything else I had ever heard him come out with, and whispered;

"Hey little brother.

Mark's eyes opened and appeared unfocused for a moment. 

"Up for some company?" I asked

Mark's eyes finally appeared to see me and asked;

"Hey sis can't sleep?"

I smiled and sat next to him on the bed.

"Not when I know my little brother is awake and would like some time alone with his sister."

Mark nodded, slid up in the bed and, putting his back against the mirrored headboard reached his arm out to me. Sliding up next to him, I leaned my right shoulder against the headboard and stretched my long legs out along his. I faced Mark and found my eyes working their way across his bare chest and his heavily tattooed, well muscled arms. I deliberately stopped my eyes from wandering further down. My brother was so well hung that even soft his cock filled out his shorts and, since I knew full well it wasn't for me right now, there was no need to tease myself. I looked up, hoping that Mark hadn't been following my gaze, only to see his eyes glued to my long legs poking out from the very short robe. As I watched they slid up and lingered on my chest. The robe was tied a bit loosely and looking down I could see that half of my left tit was exposed. Trying to be as nonchalant as possible I sat up a little and, as the robe slid open just a little more, pulled it a little tighter around me.

My brother reached down to my chest and I was going to tell him to behave but all he did was take the locket that mom had given me in his fingers. 

"I love that you still wear this." He said softly.

"I love that you're the reason I even have it." I told him. At that I started to think back to how I almost lost it and felt my stomach start to turn but Mark instantly spoke;

"We don't talk about that Meg, we move forward now, not backwards, remember?"

"Absolutely." I told him relieved. The feeling in my stomach faded, however, I was aware of my heart beat picking up as Mark had not moved his hand and, although he was just holding the locket, the side of his hand was just pressing lightly on my right tit.

"Speaking of forward, Mark." I began. "Whose your," I cleared my throat "Older lady friend?"

Mark looked at me and after removing his hand from the locket said;

"Her names Justine, she's CEO at an investment firm in Boston."

"And exactly how old is Justine?" I asked smirking.

Mark rolled his eyes and answered;

"Forty five."

"What?" I asked shocked. "Well what does she look like?"

Mark sighed and leaning over to his nightstand opened a drawer and removing an eight by ten framed picture handed it to me. The picture was of Mark with Alex Warner; they were both wearing Black suits and standing between them in a low cut red dress was a tall woman with long auburn red hair and blue eyes. I have to say if this woman was forty five, God bless her because she was not only built like a brick shit house but her features were absolutely stunning.

"She's gorgeous." I told him. Then looking at Alex added; "So have you talked to..."

"No." Mark said simply as he put the picture away. I shrugged and asked;

"So not serious?"

"Nope."

"Well why..."

"Look Meg," Mark began. "Justine is the top dog in a boys club, she's mid forties but loves the game and the life style, loves to control and be controlled, but in her position she can't get caught in clubs or tearing apart young boys. As for me, I'm getting tired of training pets and wondering if they'll work out, and after the Winthrop mess I really need to keep my face out of the press, so it works out for us, we spend the weekends together, have fun and go our own way, if we're seen together it looks like we're a power couple." He gave me a smirk. "Hell, if anything, I'm her boy toy."

"You're no one's toy little brother." I said then giving him a wink added; "Except for your big sister of course."

"Not anymore." Mark said in a matter of fact manner.

 I looked away for a minute. Mark hadn't said it nastily, but the way he said it struck a chord in me as, for the first time, I started to wonder what it would be like to never be with my brother again. I stopped and told myself that it would be fine, we would get used to it. I was in love and, although Mark wasn't thrilled about that at the moment, he would be okay with it and just be happy for me. Looking back at him I told him what I had said during our first weekend as lovers:

 "Jealousy is an ugly emotion little brother."

 "I'm not jealous Meg," Mark said. "I just." He sighed, "It's just not easy."

 "Years ago we said we weren't for all the time Mark," I pointed out. "I know it's been fifteen years since I said that, but sooner or later this was bound to happen." I reached down and took his hand.

 "For the record, I do know how you feel Mark, it wasn't easy for me to be in that room when you were with Samantha."

 "I didn't think of that." Mark said softly.

 "It's okay Mark, I mean I was kind of bummed but know what? She was in love, you looked happier than I'd seen you in years, so in the end I was happy for the two of you."

 With that I looked up and batting my eyes gave him a little pout.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 27



"Aren't you happy your sister's happy little brother?"

 Mark looked at me seriously for a moment, but when I pushed my lip out even further, looked up at him through my eyelashes, and added in my little girl voice;

 "Not even a little bit?"

 My brother smiled and, leaning over and kissing the top of my head, said;

"I am sis and you were right, Laura is something."

"She's beautiful isn't she?" 

"And apparently, from the sound of it, as good as she looks." Mark said smirking. "That's why I came in here, bad enough I can't have it, I don't need to hear you getting it."

"And she tastes even better than she sounds." I said then grinning mischievously asked; "Wanna taste?"

Without waiting for Mark to answer and of course not thinking at all, especially, considering the conversation we had just had, I leaned up to Mark putting my arm around his neck pulled him down into a deep kiss. I could still smell Laura on me so I knew damn well that my brother would be able to taste her on my lips as I rubbed them across his. At first Mark started to pull away but I had a good grip on his neck and, aside from the thrill of giving him a little sample of what his big sister got every night, it was great to steal a nice long kiss from him. After the first few seconds however Mark began to return the kiss harder and deeper than I had intended.

I tried to break it off, but Mark's hand had slid up behind my head and under my hair. He was holding my face to his. As we kissed, Mark had sat up and wrapping his arm around my waist took me with him. I to say something, then moaned, as the second my mouth opened Mark slid his soft wet tongue into it. As my brother's tongue explored my mouth I felt my body relax, as I began to succumb to his amazing kiss. My arm slid from around his neck and I felt a shudder go through me as I let my hand caress his chest and his hard flat stomach, and, speaking of hard; Mark had turned into me enough that I could feel his hard cock poking into my stomach.

I moaned again louder as Mark broke the kiss and sweeping my hair to the side bent his head and started sucking on the soft skin of my neck. My other hand was on his arm and I felt my heart beat pick up even more as I squeezed his rock hard bicep. My brother's hand had begun to wander as well; first dropping onto my knee and slowly sliding up my bare thigh.

"Ohhh, Mark I don't think..."

I was trying to tell him we shouldn't do this, it was against the rules I was with someone, and ... All thoughts trailed off as I felt Mark's hand leave my thigh and slide into my robe where he started to gently caress my stomach. I whimpered feeling my pussy begin to flow as his had started towards my tits. I tried to speak again but Mark's lips fastened themselves to mine and his tongue once again found its way in. I knew we shouldn't be doing this, but also knew that this was a losing battle. That thought was confirmed when I made the mistake of dropping my hand down to my brother's cock. Oh God, did that hard throbbing prick feel good even through the shorts.

I pulled my head back, but rather than words all that came out was another moan as I was rubbing the length of my brother's cock. Mark's hand found my tit, his fingers going right to my hard nipple where they started teasingly caressing it. My heart was pounding and my pussy was dripping as Mark's mouth went back to my neck then started trailing across my chest. I arched my head back and sighed at the sight of the two of us in the mirrored ceiling. I lifted my long leg and draped it over his as Mark slid his arm around my waist pulling me closer. As if it had a mind of its own, my hand left Mark's cock long enough to move up, slide into the waistband of his shorts and wrap around his hard thick shaft.

This time Mark moaned and whispered;

"Oh Meg, ohhh how I need this."

My only response was to whimper softly as his hand darted from my tit to directly between my legs, where it immediately slid into my panties and found my wet pussy. At the same time I felt him start to pull the tie on my robe. I rested my head on his shoulder moaning into his ear as I felt the robe open and him begin to slide it over my shoulder. Mark's breathing was heavy as I was stroking his cock and reaching down I started tugging his shorts down with my other hand. Soon we would be naked, and Mark would roll over on top of me and enter me, filling my needy little pussy with that amazing cock.

As if reading my mind Mark pushed my shoulder and I rolled onto my back, Mark swung himself over me and began to lower himself. I opened my legs, and reaching down held my panties to the side, preparing for that delicious feeling of Mark's huge cock forcing itself into my nice tight pussy that hadn't felt a cock in months. It would be okay, I told myself, it was wrong but Laura would never know, she was sleeping and he was my brother, it's not like she would suspect anything, I would let Mark fuck me just this once. A proper goodbye to his sister's pussy, then I would nap with him for awhile and slide back into bed with Laura like nothing happened, just curl up next to her and kiss her sleeping face. And like she always did Laura would sleepily open her eyes and whisper; 

"I love you Megan."

"Stop!"

Mark froze as I spoke and, putting my hands on his chest, I pushed against him to prevent him from lowering himself, as it was I could feel the spongy head of his cock pressing against the wet lips of my pussy.

"Megan..." He whispered and started to try to lower himself against my hands.

I pushed again and taking the hint Mark rolled to the side. Sitting up I made to close the robe but Mark quickly took me in his arms and started kissing my neck again.

"Come on Megan, I just want to..."

"I can't Mark." I told him pulling my neck away from him. "I'm with Laura Mark and she's not a pet or a fling she's..." I looked at him and said softly. "I'm in love with her Mark I can't hurt her little brother, even for you."

Mark looked away for a minute but didn't let go. I stayed silent, my heart still pounding, wondering what he would do. It had taken everything I had to get him off me once, I was afraid if he pressed again I wouldn't be able to say no a second time. I felt Mark's hand which was on my stomach under the robe start to creep back up towards my tit and he gave me that shy little smile that he knew I was sucker for;

"Please Meg? I want to be with you."

I looked at him and decided to leave it up to my brother, see if in the end Mark would do the right thing and prove he wanted what was best for his sister.

"Mark please stop." I whispered; "I...I can't turn you down Mark, you know that, you know you can make me want you." I swallowed hard and continued. "And Laura wouldn't know, but I would little brother, and it won't be right between her and me anymore. She loves me Mark, please don't make me hurt her." I put my head down and added; "It'll hurt me too Mark, I'll end up losing her."

Mark was quiet and after a moment I looked up to see him staring off into space. I waited until his eyes shifted back to me. With a sigh he removed his hand from inside my robe and slumped back up against the headboard.

"I'm sorry sis." He said quietly and my heart went out to him, as I could see the confusion in his eyes.

"It's okay little brother." I told him.

I took a minute to adjust my panties and catch my breath, and, after tying the robe tightly around me, I slid up next to Mark, who now had his head down like a kid who had just lost his best friend, or I thought as I put my arm around him, his favorite lover.

"Hey Mark," I whispered to him. "It really is okay, I'm not mad, I mean I let you get that far, and, for what it's worth little brother, it wasn't easy to ask you to stop."

Mark put his head up and, as he faced me, I swear it looked as if he were fighting back tears.

"It's not okay sis," He said. "I'm sorry I pushed you. I just..." He shrugged helplessly.

"You just miss your big sister that's all." I told him and, putting my other arm around him, hugged him tight.

Mark hugged me back, then pulling away shook his head and said;

"I miss you Megan."

There was something in his eyes I couldn't quite read. It was more than that he was just upset, it was as if he were frustrated and not sexually. I felt bad and realized maybe there was something I could do.

"Hey Mark, want me to lie down with you for awhile?"

"I... what about Laura?"

"Oh please Mark," I laughed. "Trust me between the flight, the dancing, the drinks and the sex? That girl is out until I wake her up for more!"

Mark looked undecided so I continued;

"It's two thirty Mark, we'll go to sleep, you'll get up like a loon at six to go to the gym and I'll slip back in with Laura." 

Mark remained silent and after kissing his cheek I said;

"Come on little brother, doesn't that sound good? You can curl up with your big sister? Let her make it all better?"

"You know what sis?" Mark began, "As good as that sounds, I think you should go sleep with Laura."

"Oh come on Mark don't be mad now I..." Here we go I thought.

"I'm not Meg, but you're right things are different now and I need to get used to it."

As I stared at him feeling terrible, Mark gave me a half hearted smile and after kissing me on the cheek said;

"Sweet dreams sis."

Without waiting for a reply, he slid away from me and rolled over putting his back to me. I sat there for a couple of minutes, then reaching out slowly began running my finger nails lightly across his back as I did Mark whispered;

"That feels nice sis."

"Then go to sleep baby." I said softly.

I rubbed his back for awhile until I could tell by his breathing he was asleep. I got up and shut one of the candelabras off but left the one on Mark's side on. I stared down at him with a feeling of sadness in my heart. Laura was a whole new beginning, but now I realized that with that beginning had just come the end of something very special.

"Goodnight my beautiful little brother." I whispered quietly, feeling a lump rising in my throat.

I left Mark's room and quickly went back to the other bedroom where, slipping into bed behind Laura, I wrapped my arm tightly around her waist and nestling my head into her honey blond hair gently kissed her neck.

"mmmm" Laura cooed. "You feel nice."

"So do you." I whispered. Then added; "I love you Laura."

"Love you too Megan." She giggled. "I love how you hold me."

As I closed my eyes and pulled Laura closer nuzzling even further into her hair I realized that this was the same way my brother had always held me.

"Excuse miss?"

I jumped, startled at the voice speaking behind me. I turned to see an older guy in a suit nod towards the open elevator door.

"I think this is your floor."

"Oh," I said, then gave him shrug. "Sorry just kind of lost in thought."

I stepped out of the elevator thinking how ironic it had been that I had felt that Laura was going to be forever to the point I had turned Mark down and here I was six months later right back here in Rhode Island seeking the comfort of my brother's bed. This time however my brother was seeking a whole lot more than just his sister's pussy, this time Mark wanted it all. Looking back on that night I had stayed here with Laura I had just thought Mark was upset about the simple fact we couldn't play anymore, that had upset me as well, but now realizing that my brother had been in love with me back then, the night became even more heartbreaking; no wonder he hadn't wanted me to sleep next to him it would have been salt in the wounds. Like sleeping with him now might be I thought. No, I told myself as I walked down the corridor to Mark's apartment, this was different there was no other party involved here just a tiny little detail of whether or not Mark and I were truly more than Siblings with Benefits.

I reached Mark's door and listened for a minute I was pretty sure I could hear the TV. I slid the key in as quietly as possible and slowly let myself into the small hallway that led into the living room. The fifty inch flat screen was on replaying last night's Sox game and, as I silently closed the door, I turned and peeked into the living room. 

Mark was there lying on his stomach on the couch wearing just a pair of the black karate pants he worked out in, his face turned away from the television and buried in the couch. As I quietly approached him I looked down and frowned at the coffee table. There was an open pack of Marlboros and an ashtray that looked as if it contained most of the pack. I felt terrible; Mark had quit well over a year ago and I had started him off again the other night. Next to the ashtray was a glass and next to that a large bottle of Jack Daniels. I shook my head at the fact that the bottle was two thirds empty. My brother kept no alcohol in the house when I visited, not that it was a threat at this point but as a sign of respect, which meant that the bottle was new and had been full when he had started drinking. As I stood there, looking at the bottle, a feeling of peace came over me as I realized that nothing in me wanted to pick it up. I sighed looking again at how little was left; no wonder he hadn't heard the phone. Speaking of phones, his blackberry was on the arm of the couch near his head and, as I watched, it lit up. Curious, I picked it up and realized it was on vibrate so, being on the couch, Mark wouldn't have heard it even if he weren't comatose.

The phone had received a text, looking down at Mark and making sure he was sleeping, I checked the text and saw it was from the head of his firm, Jim Howard.

"When are you getting here? We need to talk about this!"

That didn't sound good I thought, I saw that in addition to my calls, Mark had missed a couple from work and one from a Chicago area code. That one had been last night at nine. I knew the black Flames number as well as Abigail's cell, it wasn't one of them. I wondered if it was the firm that had made Mark the offer? If it was I found myself wondering what answer he had given them. Gently putting the phone back, I looked down at Mark and, after taking a minute to admire his broad back with it's enormous Baphomet tattoo, I leaned over a little further to see the side of his face that was visible. Mark's eyelids weren't moving at all and his breathing was slow and deep; he was out.

I stood there debating whether or not to wake him up. The first thing I wanted to do was check on his medication, something that would be easier if he didn't see me doing it. The only problem was if I went and did that and Mark woke up because he heard something, it would look like I was snooping, which I was of course, but I'd rather he didn't know. Bracing my hand on the arm of the couch I slid my sandals off and quietly padded through the living room, enjoying the feeling of the plush rug under my bare feet, and going down the corridor approached Mark's office. Because Mark, well at least in the past, had pets living with him, or if not pets a constant flow of women spending the night he kept his medication in his office, which he always kept locked when he had company.

I tried the door and found it unlocked. Not that it would have mattered as there was a key to it on the same ring as the keys to his Lexus. As I started to enter the room I felt a pleasant wave of gratitude come over me. Gratitude for the fact that my brother trusted me with his car, the keys to his home, and never cared if I was there when he wasn't. It wasn't too many years ago that no one trusted me in their homes and deservedly so. I had become the type person that if people knew I was coming would clean out their medicine cabinets and make sure their purses were tucked away somewhere. I took a deep breath as I entered Mark's office with the image in my mind of coming into this very office six years ago and stealing over a thousand dollars in cash from Mark's desk. I brushed that thought aside and went with my first instinct, which was to be grateful not to be that person anymore. As I did I was suddenly hit by the thought that Mark could have never fallen in love with that person.

That thought, and all others, left my mind as I walked into Mark's office and looked around. My brother was packing. All three bookshelves were empty and there were stacks of boxes in the corner next to them. A couple of my paintings, that Mark had displayed there, were wrapped in bubble wrap against the wall and the entire place looked like it had been torn apart. Even Mark's normally sickeningly organized desk was a mess, files everywhere and piles of pictures and paperwork stacked all over it. I stared at the mess with mixed emotions; I had been afraid that Mark had felt that my non answer had been an answer and that I had rejected him. Now seeing that he was packing I found myself wondering if he assumed I would say yes.

Making my way over to the desk I sat in the soft leather chair and after a quick glance back at the door I tried the top left drawer hoping it wasn't locked. The drawer slid open and I flinched at the sight of the .45 automatic sitting on top of a small box. Gingerly pushing the gun, which I have no doubt was fully loaded, out of the way I reached under and slid out the small cardboard box and opening it, removed the pill bottle, and glanced at the label; Risperdal. Fifteen years ago, several months after the Max hearing Mark told me he needed to talk to me. At that point I had been drinking but staying away from coke and Mark and I were partying quite a bit together as Mark was convinced it was okay for me to drink as long as it was with him. We had gone away for one of our "escape" weekends, during which we would go out of town to bars or clubs and party get a thrill out of being all over each other in public. This time we had gone to New Hampshire and on the ride up Mark had confessed to me that since he had been ten years old he had heard a "Voice" in his head.

At first I was stunned, but as I sat and thought about, it I had to say it had explained quite a bit about my brother. That "going away" thing he would do, sometimes for hours at a time. The way he would occasionally cock his head when he thought no one was looking, and especially his odd mood swings. Even that odd intense look that he always had, the way it appeared that my brother was either staring through or past you. That look was referred to as "A thousand yard stare" and was common in both combat veterans and people like my brother who had survived extremely violent situations; it was also a sign of mental illness.

Mark had told me that he had never said anything while he was in the home because they would have locked him up, and then he'd never told anyone after that because, as it was, Dad had already thought there was something wrong with him. As Mark had said that I had recalled how that night I had begged for Mark to stay with us when dad thought we had been fucking in the hotel, the comment dad had made about how there was something wrong with Mark and that it was in his eyes as if there was something behind them.

My brother claimed that the Voice usually helped him, that it somehow always had the answers in school, always knew what to say, or do, in any situation and somehow seemed older and smarter than he was. According to Mark, as he got older, the Voice began to change and become more destructive than helpful. He claimed it had been the voice that had told him to break Jack's jaw that night outside of Vinnie's to set the tone. The Voice was my brother stripped of any emotion other than rage and the desire to get even with life by taking anything it wanted. Mark then confessed to me that when he had first seen Max he had been afraid and ran away, the Voice overwhelmed him and made him go back. The Voice wanted Max dead and Mark had come within seconds of killing him. 




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 27



As Mark kept talking it had all become clearer; the way Mark had gone from a berserk rage to being in tears at my feet, that horrible day I had led the police up to his apartment over Mitch's to find him standing over what was left of Max. Mark had claimed that the voice hated me because he listened to me over it, but had told him to go to me, when the police showed up, so we could get away with it, then reasserted itself when it was time for the hearing. That had been the most convincing point for me as my brother, despite having suffered a near breakdown, had been flawless during the questioning; however, I had noticed that Mark hesitated, very briefly, after every question, listening to what the voice fed him. The clincher had been the moment that I, as well as Alex and his attorney Harvey Murdock, had all thought that the game would be over and Mark would be caught. The Judge had ordered Mark to take a polygraph test. During the test Mark had sat there and lied about the entire Max situation and the machine had not once indicated he was lying. When it was over, Alex had told me that Murdock, who of course knew the real story, had told him the only other person he had ever seen pull that off had been a serial killer who, years after he was acquitted, was found to be mentally disturbed.

 Murdock couldn't have been more right. A week after Mark had told me this I sat next to him holding his hand in a doctor's office as he was diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic. In hindsight I could see that Mark had all the symptoms. Unlike disorganized schizophrenics, paranoid schizophrenics were extreme over achievers who were usually able to mask their illness quite well, until something occurred to escalate the hallucinations. Mark's voice had come full circle; it had been the beatings Max had given him that had caused a psychotic break and gave birth to the Voice and it had been running into Max again that had sent the Voice itself over the edge. 

 After several more tests the doctor had prescribed anti psychotic drugs and Mark had been taking them ever since. Well mostly I thought, as I stared at the bottle. There had been a few times in his twenties when he had tried to either go off them or play with them, seeing how many days he could go before he would start hearing things. Fortunately since nearly killing Max, Mark had stayed out of trouble, even when he had gone off his meds, except for one night, when as usual, his addict of a sister had gotten him into....

 I quickly shut that image down and opening the bottle shook the small pills out into my hand. The bottle said thirty and counting the pills I checked the date the script was filled and with a sigh of relief found that they were all accounted for, no extras. Mark had been on the verge of losing it at the gym on the bag, and later, on his sister in the shower, and I had been worried there was more to it than just being pissed. I shook my head as it was a testament to the level of rage that my brother held inside of him. that he could still reach that point, even on the meds. As I dumped them back into the bottle I noticed the name on the bottle; Jason Stiles. The doctor that had diagnosed Mark had retired and moved to Florida shortly after he had treated Mark. My brother's current doctor was out of New York, someone Mark had met through a connection who was giving him the script under the name of a patient who had passed away years ago. With the exception of that Doctor, and myself, no one knew of Mark's condition and he desperately wanted to keep it that way, since, if it became known that he was suffering from a mental illness it would throw a shadow over his claim of self defense at the hearing concerning the Max affair. Even worse, Mark had made several very powerful enemies, any one of which would love to get their hands on that type of dirty laundry.

 As I put the bottle away something occurred to me. Until this morning, I hadn't thought of the Winthrop trial since it had ended. Was Mark's illness what Alex had found out about? Alex knew Max hadn't attacked Mark, but had helped him because he saw Mark as his little brother, and also because I had told him of all the things Max had done to my brother, who of course never talked about it. Had Alex threatened to go to the papers with that information? That Mark had been mentally unstable and should have been put away? The fact that mark had an undisclosed illness on top of everything else Winthrop and Alex were slinging at him could have gotten him tossed from the case or worse. Then again, Mark had said it was something I didn't know about. So it couldn't be that unless Mark had been lying. I could usually tell but it had been over the phone.

 I closed the drawer and, as my eyes wandered around the room, I saw a box against the wall that appeared to be trash and noticed a large hole in the wall over it. I walked over and glancing in saw a framed photo that was smashed to hell. It was face down and I went to pick it up when I heard the sound go off on the television out in the living room. Moving quickly I left the office, silently closing the door behind me. I turned half expecting to see Mark coming down the hallway but it was empty. I carefully walked down the corridor and slowly peeked around the corner into the living room. My brother was not the type you wanted to sneak up on. I saw Mark was still on the couch but had rolled completely over on his side into the back of it. As I walked over I saw the remote on the floor, apparently Mark hadn't noticed my purse sitting on the edge of the coffee table.

I walked over and, kneeling down next to the couch, took another minute to admire Mark's back and shoulders, and immediately I knew that despite the fact that I probably shouldn't, there was no doubt that I was going to have my brother inside of me and soon.

"Mark?" I said softly.

There was no response so I repeated his name louder. Mark still didn't move, so finally I reached out and lightly touched his shoulder. Mark exploded into motion; throwing his elbow backwards and with a wrench of his hips spinning himself around on the couch. As soon as Mark had begun to move I had tried to pull back and ended up falling back onto my ass which is all that saved me from my brother's elbow smashing into my head. Mark had come up into a sitting position and his eyes had that crazed look in them, his hands had come up, his left curled into a fist, the right open with his fingers hooked into a claw.

"Whoa easy little brother!" I exclaimed, putting my hands up.

"Christ Meg!" Mark said then immediately winced and brought his hands to his temples.

"Sorry Mark," I said getting up and sitting next to him on the couch. "I tried to call a couple of times.

Mark sighed and after rubbing at his eyes turned to look at me. I winced at how red his eyes were and he had squinted in pain just at the act of turning his head.

"Little bit to drink last night there bad boy?" 

Mark shrugged;

"Guess so." 

Mark reached forward and picking up the pack of cigarettes tapped one out putting it in his mouth while he grabbed the lighter. He was just getting ready to flick it when I reached up and pulled the cigarette from his mouth.

"Hey!" He exclaimed then winced again.

"You quit Mark." I told him tossing the cigarette onto the table. "Remember pneumonia a couple of years ago? Doctor said your lungs were a mess so you stopped?"

"Yeah well I live for indulgence, remember." He looked as if he was going to pick it back up but, seeing me shake my head, he sighed and looking at me asked; 

"Why are you here Meg?"

I was taken aback by that comment but decided to laugh it off.

"Nice to see you too little brother."

"I thought you said we needed a couple of days?"

I looked away briefly, this was starting out exactly how I had hoped it wouldn't; Mark was going try to hold back from me.

"Look Mark, before we get into that how about you give your sister a kiss hello?"

Without giving him a chance to say no, I leaned forward and, taking his cheek in my hand, guided his lips to mine. I kissed him softly and to my delight he did return the kiss, however when I kissed him again and started to slide my tongue between his lips he quickly turned his head away.

"Don't" He said quietly.

"Mark please don't be like this," I began, already feeling the emotions from last night starting to creep up on me. I needed him. "I..."

Mark silenced me by putting his hand up and saying;

"Just give me a minute okay Meg?"

Mark took a deep breath and standing up looked down at me and said;

"I smell like booze and..." He shrugged. "You know."

"Okay." I said quietly.

Mark grabbed the bottle off the coffee table and as he left the parlor and entered the kitchen I saw him pour the rest of the booze in the sink before tossing the bottle in the trash and then disappear down the hallway to the bathroom. I shook my head as I noticed he wasn't walking quite straight and at one point stopped and leaned against the wall for a second before continuing. Standing up, I quickly slid my thong off, shoved it out of sight between the cushions, then sat back and thought about how endearing it was that my brother wouldn't even kiss me if he had been drinking. I also felt a sense of relief that, that was the reason he had pushed me away. That relief was short lived as five minutes later when Mark came back and, after leaning over and giving me a quick kiss, turned and went and sat in the leather recliner off to the side and put his feet up on the large matching ottoman.

"Alright then." I said softly, but immediately stood up and, going over, sat on the edge of the ottoman and rested my hand on Mark's leg.

"Is that all I get?" I asked.

Mark looked away from me as if he were debating, then he turned back and, leaning forward and putting his arms around my shoulders, hugged me. Damn did he feel good, oh how I needed to spend some time with these arms around me, but only after my legs had spent some time wrapped around my brother with his cock inside my pussy. I held him tight so he couldn't pull away quickly and after a minute I felt him relax into me.

"Yeah that's better little brother." I whispered and turning my head kissed his neck.

Mark made a soft noise in his throat as I stopped kissing and began gently sucking on the spot just below his ear. I felt my brother's hands slide up under my long black hair and start to caress my back just above the tank top. I removed my mouth from his neck and began playfully nibbling on his ear as my hands began massaging the hard muscles of his shoulders.

"Relax, little brother." I told him. "Just let your..."

Mark reached up and not roughly but firmly removed my hands from his shoulders and sat back.

"You didn't answer me Megan." He began quietly. "I thought we were going to talk tomorrow night. Remember? We need time so we don't upset each other more?"

I looked calmly at Mark and said quietly;

"I came because I was worried about you Mark." I began. "I know you haven't slept and you were really wound up yesterday, and..." I put my head down. "I... I haven't slept much either Mark and I read my journal last night and..."

"Journal?" Mark asked "Thought that thing got trashed."

"It was in a box in the attic, Mom thought it was a schoolbook." I shook my head.

"I spent all night reading and..."

"You didn't read the whole thing?" Mark asked sitting up and looking concerned.

I shook my head at his question and also let out an internal sigh of relief that Mark had instantly been worried about me.

"I didn't Mark." 

I reached out and put my hand next to his on his leg and to my delight Mark put his hand over mine. I took a deep breath and continued.

"There was just so much I forgot about. I mean I know I blocked a lot out from the hardcore days, but even things like..." I looked guiltily at him. "I... forgot about what I did to you and Krissy and how many times I lied to the folks, and that night at the hotel that almost got you..."

"Enough Meg." Mark said softly. "Forwards, not backwards, right?"

I nodded at the motto that he had instilled in me when I had first become sober.

"Besides Megan, that was the best thing that could have happened to Krissy." Mark shook his head. "I was bad for her. I told her I loved her every day and was fucking you the entire time. She deserved better." He sighed and added;

"Found it too, married with three kids making big bucks as an architect in Colorado."

"Anyway Mark," 

As I began I slid forward on the ottoman so that I was as close to Mark as I could be without being on his lap which is where I was hoping I soon would be. As I came forward I felt my skirt slide higher up and looking down saw that it had ridden up to the point you could nearly see my bare pussy. My eyes returned to Mark and I was happy to see his eyes glued down there. I gave him a minute to take in his sister's creamy white thighs before speaking softly to him;

"Mark I.. I've barely slept since Saturday, and the journal upset me, and I know you're upset."

I leaned forward, put my hands on his shoulders, and whispered;

"I need you Mark, and you need me too I can see it."

Mark leaned closer to me and his left hand found my thigh. I could feel his hand trembling but also felt it start to slide higher up towards my very needy pussy. Mark turned his head towards mine and, as our bloodshot eyes met, I could see that I was right; Mark needed his big sister the way I needed him. As he came forward Mark's lips parted and his eyes began to close as he prepared to kiss me;

"That's right," I said softly. "When I'm upset I need my little brother, to..."

I stopped as Mark suddenly jerked back away from me.

"What's wrong ..." I started but Mark cut me off with a wave of his hand.

"Little brother? That's what you need Megan? Even after what I said, you need your brother?"

I bit my tongue and took a breath before I replied. This had been what I was afraid of. At some point Mark had decided he was in love with me, and to him, that somehow changed the fact that we were family. Thinking on it, Mark hadn't called me 'sis' once since I got here, it had been Meg or Megan. I had been upset earlier this morning, thinking that I still needed to be Mark's sister even if we became more. I kept my head down as my mind spun. I couldn't upset Mark again, of course that thought was immediately followed by the thought that I shouldn't have come in the first place. But that wasn't true I needed to know if Mark would still let me be his sister, even as I thought it, I knew it was twisted but Mark and I had been pulled apart for years and when we had found him I had sworn that nothing would ever come between us again. To that effect he would always be my brother, even if things went further. Looking up, I decided to just play it straight and not try to sweet talk him.

"Okay listen Mark." I began. "Just because I call you little brother doesn't meant that..."

"Just drop it okay sis." Mark said all but sneering the word sis.

"Mark what's..."

"What's wrong?" He asked. "Let's see, I'm exhausted, I'm hung over, you left me hanging to go stay with the folks and I'm...." He stopped and the anger left his eyes to be replaced by that lost look he used to get when he was a kid. 

"Alone." He finished almost to himself.

 My heart went out to him as I remembered mom running down the list this morning; Samantha, Alex, dad and whatever was going on with dad keeping him from mom. Mark had not had a pet in close to a year and told me last month he hadn't even been seeing Justine anymore. Because he had been waiting for me. Last month I had told him I could feel Laura slipping away so he knew his time was coming and Saturday night had been the chance he had been waiting for and he felt he had failed. And why did he feel he had failed? Because I was an insensitive bitch!

 "Mark please, listen to me," 

I began again speaking calmly. I could see in his eyes that Mark wasn't angry, he was hurt, and confused and unused to feeling either, he needed me and he knew it, but also felt that he wanted his answer with it. I could only give him comfort right now as I really wasn't sure where I was going with this. Mark had it down to the two of us but I knew there were others involved, but for now, I just had to keep it about this morning

"Just because I..."

"You know what Meg?" Mark interrupted again. "Screw it, I mean if that's your choice that's fine. You have nothing to worry about."

"If what's my choice little.." I caught myself but it didn't matter Mark was off and running.

"Look sis," At least he didn't say that with any malice this time. "I know why you're here and what you're worried about." He sighed.

"I know you're worried about me Meg, but I also know you're worried about us, or what us there will be if things don't go my way."

Mark stared off into space for a minute then continued;

"I could never, not be with you sis..."

"Mark I didn't say..."

"You know," Mark continued quietly as if not hearing me. "That was part of it in the end with Samantha, the thought of never being with you had hit me and I wasn't sure if I could handle that." Mark looked up and grunting said;

"You could though, when I came on to you a few months ago with Laura here I was trying to show you that thought, about how we couldn't be anymore, and know what?" He gave me a rueful smile.

"You were stronger than me Megan, you put me off and went with Laura, you weren't happy but you made the choice," He sighed heavily "I guess that should have told me that my feelings were a little more one sided."

Mark went silent and forcing my voice to stay steady I said;

"You made that choice for me Mark, you backed off after I told you that I couldn't say no to you again. You chose for me to be happy with Laura. I'll always want you too Mark it's not just about that..." I paused trying to find something better to say than "I just don't know." And Mark kept going.

"Look sis if all you want to be from now on is what we always have been which is fuck buddies, then well it's not like I'm going to say forget it." He looked down and whispered; "I want it all Megan but in the end if some of you is all I can have then that's what it'll be. We'll just stay the way we are, I just had to try."

As he finished he put his head down, but not before his eyes told me that it was anything but all right. My brother was in pain and I still didn't have the answer. Taking a chance I lifted up off the ottoman and turning to the side sat on Mark's legs and sliding onto his lap put my arms around his shoulders and after kissing the top of his head said;

"Mark look at me."

Mark put his head up but still had it turned until I gently put my hand on his cheek and turned him to face me.

"You said your piece now please let me." I paused hoping to hell wouldn't screw this up then began;

"First off Mark you said yourself you've been waiting a long time for this so you've had time to think it all through. You caught me by surprise Saturday Mark, and I... I know I didn't react well, but fact is Mark I need a little time, there's a lot involved and I...you know I love you little brother, it's just how, that I need to sort through, I mean you and I have an odd relationship in case you didn't notice."

"Little brother." Mark whispered.

"Oh for Christ's sake Mark," I snapped a little louder than I meant to. "Stop moping when I call you that."

Mark went to turn his head but I kept him facing me.

 "Mark listen first of all I didn't say no, I just need time so please don't act like I blew you off." I took a deep breath and then lowered my voice to a soft tone the one my brother always responded to.

"Mark no matter how we end up you're always going to be my brother. You could call me your lover, or girlfriend, or anything else, but at the end of the day Mark we're blood." 




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 27



I leaned forward and gave his cheek a soft peck.

"I love you being my brother. Mom and dad have been wonderful to me but you're my real family. Besides, can you look at me and tell me you don't see your sister anymore Mark?"

Once again Mark went to put his head down, but catching his chin in my hand I lifted his eyes to mine and asked;

"Can you Mark? Is it so cut and dried to you now that you can look me in the eye and say that you don't ever see your big sister anymore when you see me? Be honest Mark, am I just Megan to you now?" He hesitated and I added softly. "You going to tell me you don't need your big sis anymore?"

"It's the same I..." Mark started then leaning forward he placed his cheek against mine and said in my ear; "You'll always be my big sister but I want my big sister to be all mine."

I held his head to mine and felt the tears building behind my eyes. The tears were a mix of happiness that Mark still wanted to see me as his sister, but also sadness at his last words. Deciding to pass on his last comment I pulled back so that he would look at me and staring into his eyes whispered;

 "That's right Mark, I'll always be your big sister and you'll always be my beautiful little brother won't you?"

"Yes." He said quietly.

"And when my little brother can't sleep, or he's upset, who does he need?"

As I spoke I had begun gently running the fingers of my left hand through his hair while dropping the right onto his bare chest and lightly trailing my nails down and across his stomach. I was sitting directly on his cock with my skirt hiked up and I could feel it begin to stir through the thin material of his pants.

"My sister." Mark said softly. 

 "That's right." I continued speaking in that soothing tone while keeping his eyes locked into mine. "You need your big sister to make it better don't you?"

My breath caught as I felt Mark's arm go around my waist and pull me tighter to him while his other hand found my thigh, I opened my legs slightly and felt my pussy begin to drip as his hand began to slowly make its way higher.

"That's right little brother," I cooed softly placing my lips directly at his ear. "You need your big sister, you want to hold her, and feel her, and... ohhhh" I moaned softly as Mark's fingers slid into my sopping wet pussy.

"Oh yes." Mark said louder this time and as he spoke the hand that was around my waist slid up under my tank top and began lightly caressing my stomach.

 "Oh yeah," I panted in his ear, "And your big sister needs you too little brother, needs to have you close to her, needs to feel you inside of her." 

I moaned as Mark's thumb found my clit and he began to rock his hips rubbing his cock into my ass. Taking my face from his neck I turned to see him looking at me, his lips parted, already reaching for mine. I kissed him, softly at first, then hungrily, pressing my open mouth to his and pushing my tongue against his lips until, with a sigh, his mouth opened allowing my tongue to caress his. Mark's hand went up my stomach and under the cup of my bra finding my nipple and rolling it between his fingertips. I closed my eyes and rested my chin on his shoulder, groaning softly, as my brother's skilled fingers worked my pussy while he continued to tease my nipple.

 Mark's cock was fully hard now and pressing into my ass, and as much as I wanted to play with it, Mark's arm was around my waist holding me to him so there was nothing I could do in this position except enjoy his touch. I would definitely make it up to him but for now this nasty girl was going to fully appreciate her brother's attention. Removing my arm from around his shoulder I sat up straight and reaching down, grabbed the bottom of my tank top and pulled it off. Mark's hand went around my back and, with one hand, expertly unhooked my bra, and, as I lowered my arm, slid it off my shoulder exposing my small, but very firm, well shaped tits. I arched my back shoving the right one into Mark's eager mouth, and letting my head loll back, shook it back and forth, loving the feeling of my hair swinging across my shoulders and back.

 I brought my head back up, and looked down loving the sight of Mark's mouth fastened to my nipple, but nowhere near as much, as I loved the sensation of his soft, wet, tongue sliding around it. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to my chest, and let out a long satisfied sigh, as his fingers once again found my other nipple. My breathing picked up, as Mark's thumb started rotating faster on my swollen clit, and I started rocking my hips back forth, matching the rhythm of his thrusting fingers. Mark groaned into my tit as I rubbed my ass across his throbbing cock, that cock his big sister couldn't wait to get her mouth and pussy around. 

"Ohhh yeah little brother," I moaned. "Look at you taking care of your horny big sister, oh she needs it doesn't she? Oh yeah she does, wasn't even wearing any panties was she?"

 "That's because my sister's a nasty girl." Mark said removing my nipple from his mouth and looking up at me.

 " She's your nasty girl, baby!" I exclaimed grabbing his wrist and urging him to pump his fingers into my pussy even faster. "You gonna make your nasty girl cum little brother?" I moaned as his thumb pressed harder into my clit. "You gonna get her off with those nice strong fingers of yours?"

 "Nope." Mark said, pulling his hand from between my legs.

 "Awww, don't tease little brother!" I whined, "I... hey!"

 Mark had grabbed my hair, pulled it back, swung his arm under my legs and, lifting my ass up, swung me sideways on his lap. I let out another startled yelp, as letting go of my hair, Mark grabbed my shoulder and pushed me to the right while holding my legs up. I found myself lying on my back on his out stretched legs. My own legs were bent awkwardly against his chest. That is until, grabbing my calves, Mark pushed them back and lifted. 

"Oh yes," I whispered, as I realized what he wanted.

I straightened my legs all the way so they were up in the air, with the backs of my thighs against my brother's chest. Pushing with my legs, I brought my hips up, and Mark shoved the skirt all the up over my hips, then reaching underneath, he grabbed my ass in his hands and lifted me higher. Propping myself up, by bracing my elbows on Mark's knees, I lowered my legs behind his head, and hooking my feet behind the back of the recliner, raised my pussy directly up to his waiting mouth. I tossed my head back and squealed in pleasure, as Mark plunged his tongue into my steaming slit and started swirling it around inside. I stayed still, letting my brother's tongue fuck me for a minute, then started rocking my hips up and down slowly, causing Mark's tongue to slide up and down the length of my pussy.

Each time Mark's tongue reached my clit, he would give it a good hard suck that caused my hips to twitch, and a soft moan would escape my lips, before I raised myself and let his rigid tongue slide down between my dripping pussy lips toward my entrance. Almost as good as how that felt was looking up along the length of my body and seeing my brother's beautiful, and now very sticky, face buried between his big sisters thighs. I stopped moving my hips and Mark took over, lifting me effortlessly by my ass. I groaned at the sight of his biceps flexing, as he moved me up and down his flickering tongue. I could feel his cock pressing my back as he lowered me, and once again, wished I could get my hands, mouth, or pussy, on it, I would just have to make up to him, and from the way my legs were starting to shake he wouldn't have to wait too much longer.

"Oh hell yeah!" I exclaimed, as Mark, sensing that I was getting there, stopped moving me, latched his mouth onto my clit, and began sucking it in and out of his mouth with a vengeance.

Letting myself go flat down, so that my back was resting on my brother's legs, I grabbed both of my tits and began twisting the barbells back and forth, giving them a turn each time Mark sucked my clit into his mouth.

"Oh use your finger's Mark, oh please use ... Ohhhhh yes!"

Mark slid one hand to the small of my back to keep me steady, then slid his other hand up under his chin and managed to get his fingers inside my quivering pussy.

"Oh yeah, oh that's it little brother," I moaned, staring up at the ceiling, as I played with my tits while Mark eagerly devoured my pussy.

Mark was sucking harder and faster and I could feel the orgasm building deep within me. Using my legs, I started pumping my pussy hard into my brother's face and fingers. Mark sucked my clit into his mouth and this time holding it there gave it a playful nip with his teeth. That one little jolt of pain sent me over the top and, giving my nipples a hard twist to add to the sensation, I arched my back as high as I could, threw my head back against Mark's legs and let out a loud wail of pleasure. Mark kept his lips locked to my clit and his fingers buried in my pussy as I bucked my pussy into his face and let out squeal after squeal, as the orgasm slammed through my body.

After one last, long drawn out moan, I let myself go limp and Mark lowered me from his face. I looked up and let out another sigh of pleasure as I watched Mark put his fingers into his mouth and close his eyes in pleasure as he sucked my juice from them. Now, speaking of sucking, bracing my hands on Mark's legs, I pushed, and sitting up swung myself to the side lifting my legs up over the arm of the chair lowered them to the floor. As soon as I did, I reached down, squeezed Mark's huge cock through the thin material of his pants, and licked my lips at the wet spot that had soaked through where his prick had been oozing.

Mark moaned as I started rubbing his cock through his pants, and looking up at him I asked;

"Yeah, little brother? You want your big sister to take care of this big hard cock?"

"Oh yeah," Mark whispered, his eyes glazed over with lust and his face glazed from his sister's pussy.

I stood up, and walking over to the foot of the ottoman, grabbed the cuffs of Mark's pants and, as he lifted his hips, pulled them off. 

"Oooooh look at that." I cooed as his enormous cock sprang free.

Standing up, I unzipped my skirt, and after letting it drop to the floor, knelt at the edge of the ottoman and slowly, staring Mark in the eye the entire time, crawled up between his legs until my face was directly over his cock. Lowering myself onto my stomach on his legs I grabbed his huge dick, and, holding it by the base, began rubbing it against my face. Mark moaned and I let out one of my own as I felt his sickly pre cum smearing across my face. I switched to the other cheek, and, holding his cock there, bent my head down and started swirling my tongue across his balls. Mark reached down and, grabbing my hair, held it away from my face so he could watch his sister's pretty mouth work his cock.

My tongue left his balls and slowly made its way up the length of his shaft. When I reached the head I pushed my tongue into the tip and pulled my head back, taking a long trail of his sticky fluid with me. Looking up at him I winked, then darting my head forward, took his cock in my mouth. An inch a time I worked his entire length into my mouth and down my throat. When I was down to the base of his shaft, I moaned around his cock, loving the feeling of my mouth being completely stuffed, and slowly shook my head back and forth while swirling my tongue around the base of his shaft.

"Oh damn Meg that feels good."

Still looking him in the eye I slid the length of his cock out until just the tip was between my full soft lips, then after a brief pause took him all the way down again with one smooth motion and, after pausing for effect, began slowly bobbing my head up and down going about halfway down each time and adding my hand under my mouth so that I was stroking as well as blowing him. Mark let out a long sigh and let his head rest back on the chair relaxing and watching while his big sister took her time on his beautiful cock. Taking my time was exactly what I was doing, using long slow sucks that pleased him but wouldn't get him close to cumming, since this nasty girl had already decided that it would be her extremely hot little pussy that would make her little brother cum this morning.

I reached down with my other hand and started lightly caressing Mark's balls with my long turquoise nails and smiled to myself at the long soft moan that my brother let out as I did. As much as I was greatly enjoying sucking on my brother's incredible cock, it was time that my needy little pussy got what it came here for. Pulling Mark's cock from my mouth I crawled up on top of him until my knees were on either side of his thighs on the chair and my pussy was hovering inches over his throbbing prick. I leaned up, teasingly brushed my hard nipples across Mark's lips and yelped as he caught one between his teeth and lightly bit down on it. Mark wrapped his arms around my narrow waist and started to push me down onto his waiting cock.

"Tell me what you want little brother." I whispered as I pushed up with my legs holding back so he couldn't enter me.

"I want..." Mark started then leaning up and kissing my neck whispered; "I need to be inside of my beautiful sister."

Oh how good that sounded! With that I eased down and, as I had done with my mouth, slowly took Mark's rigid cock all the way into my hungry pussy. Once it was all the way inside, I pushed back up, and, this time, dropped myself down hard on top of him. We both gasped as I impaled myself on his huge dick and then, using my legs, started bouncing up and down on him. Mark groaned every time his cock was driven deep inside of me and I was letting out little yelps as I rode my brother hard and fast on the chair. Mark was already starting to breath heavily and was beginning to use his hands on my hips to drive himself even deeper into me. I was gasping as well from how deep his cock was penetrating my wet pussy. I pushed against Mark's shoulders so that I was sitting up straighter and started gyrating my hips as I came down on him. Suddenly, I thought of a way to enjoy my brother a little longer.

Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I raised my legs one at a time so that I was no longer on my knees and my feet were planted on the chair. Reaching down I grabbed Mark's wrists, and pulling his hands from my hips, slowly let myself go backwards. As I bent back I lifted my legs and placed my feet flat on Mark's chest. I let myself down all the way until my back was against Mark's legs. I looked up and moaned at the sight of Mark's long cock bent down between us, connecting us. My eyes made it to Mark's face and I whispered;

"Stay still."

Pushing my feet against his chest, I slid back on his legs, pulling his cock almost all the way out of my pussy. Squeezing his wrists as tight as I could I then pulled forward and slid his cock back inside me. 

"Oh damn sis." Mark said moaning as I pushed with my feet again and slid black once more before pulling him back inside of me. "This is new one." 

 I didn't tell him that it may be new to him , but I used to get one hundred fifty dollars a pop for this maneuver back when I worked at a high end strip club in New York. I made over two thousand dollars a week there at one point, almost every dollar of which went up my nose, which was how I lost the job and had to resort to the sleazy clubs. As I shoved that thought away, before I started getting the visuals to go with it, I picked up the pace pushing and pulling faster and harder. I smiled as Mark's moans were turning to soft whimpers as the best part of this position was that it is extremely hard for a man to cum in it, and I was teasing the shit out of him. I have to say my brother wasn't the only one being teased as this nasty girl needed to get hardcore fucked, and soon.

Apparently so did my brother, as the next time I slid him inside he grabbed my wrists and pulled me up, shoved my feet off of his chest and pulled me into his embrace. I cried out as he held me tightly to his chest and started thrusting his hips up off the chair, driving his big cock deep up inside of me.

"Oh yeah! Oh that's right little brother you take that pussy you... whoa!"

I cried out in surprise, as dropping his feet to the floor, Mark leaned up and still holding me around the waist stood up from the chair. I immediately brought my legs up and wrapped them around his waist, thinking that even after all the years we had been fucking, there were times like this that I was still surprised by how strong my brother was. As if to further that point, Mark's hands shifted to my ass and began to lift me slowly up and down on his cock. I dropped my hands down onto his arms feeling the muscles flex as he lifted me up.

"Ohh damn." I groaned as lowered me down again onto his amazing cock. "This is a new one too."

"I did this to a pet at a sex show in a New York club once." Mark said in my ear.

 So much for discretion I thought to myself. Mark turned his head to face me and added with a smirk.

"She was lighter."

"No," I said returning the smirk. "You're just getting weak, now just shut up and fuck me you jerk!"

"Whatever you want sis." Mark said, the smirk turning into an evil grin.

Mark took a couple of steps until we were at the end of the ottoman then pushing up on my ass lifted me off of his cock until I had to let my legs go and Mark's arms had locked leaving my pussy over his face and my head inches from the ceiling.

"Weak my ass." Mark whispered.

Before I could reply I let out a surprised moan as Mark's tongue flicked across my clit. The moan was followed by a startled yelp as he let me drop back down and leaning forward dropped me onto my back on the ottoman. I gasped as some of the wind was knocked out of me then released a loud scream as with one fluid motion Mark grabbed my ankles, bent my legs all the way back past my head and slammed his monstrous cock into me as hard as he could.

"Oh my, fucking God!!" 

That was the last thing I could get out, as at that point, my brother began fucking the absolute shit out of my poor little pussy and all I could come up with was a series of yelps and whimpers. Mark had his arms braced behind my knees, and at this point, my ass was so far off the ottoman, I was almost bent in half, his huge cock stabbing down almost vertically into my wet pussy. As he continued his relentless assault on his big sister's hot little box. I was crying out as much in pain as pleasure at this point and wondering how once again I had ended up taking a pounding like this, must have been that "fuck me you jerk" remark. Fortunately Mark's hot big sister had done a pretty good job of working him up, as after a few more vicious strokes he began to moan and whimper each time he drove himself in to the hilt.

"Oh yeah Mark!" I gasped out. "Give it to me baby, give your nasty girl every drop!"

Mark pumped me twice more then, pulling his cock out, started jerking it off on me.

"Oh let me!" I said, and reaching up, grabbed Mark's shaft and started stroking his cock rapidly. Mark moaned and I did as well, when I felt the cum rushing through his cock as I jerked him off.

"Oh yeah sis, oh just like that I..."

Mark stopped and gasped as his cock exploded spraying a huge shot of cum that landed between my tits. The second and third spurt landed all over my stomach and as I kept stroking a few more squirts got my lower stomach and some even landed on my pussy. I let go of Mark's cock and he immediately dropped to his knees panting. I let my legs drop onto his shoulders and closing my eyes tried to catch my breath. As I lay there panting, I realized that I was still sore from yesterday and was already dreading what my legs and back would feel like later. Mark stood up, grabbed his pants and gently wiped the cum off of me before sitting down beside me. I sat up, and putting my arms around him, pulled him close and whispered;




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 27



"Did you like that baby?"

Mark kissed my cheek and said softly;

"I really like that."

"What?" I asked.

"Baby." Mark said then looked away as if embarrassed. "I like when you call me baby."

I smiled and said;

"Really?"

Mark nodded and my smile widened even more and when it did Mark gave me that little shy one that I so loved.

"Okay baby," I said softly. "You never told me that."

Mark looked at me seriously and said quietly;

"I never told you a lot of things before."

I simply nodded at that. We'd had a nice fuck and I didn't want to get into anything heavy right now. I looked over at the clock and saw it was ten thirty.

"Hey Mark you going to work today?" I asked remembering the text from his boss.

Mark shrugged.

"Eventually."

"Don't you usually have a lot going on?" I asked trying to catch his eyes.

Mark looked around evasively and said;

"I got a light week this week. I'll go in around two and stay late. I like being there when all the idiots go home."

"You wanna lay down with your big sister for a little while?" I asked smiling invitingly

"I'd like that." Mark said with no hesitation.

We got up and went into Mark's bedroom which, because of the heavy tapestries in front of the window was in total darkness. Mark turned one of the mock candelabras on then, after pulling the red satin sheet down for us, slipped into bed on his side and patted the spot in front of him. I smiled and came over to the bed but instead of lying where he had pointed climbed in and stretched out on my side behind him.

"How about your sister holds you this time little brother?"

"That feels nice." Mark said as I wrapped my arm around his waist and kissed his back.

"Yeah you like that," I smiled as I added. "My baby?"

Mark laughed softly.

"Yeah I do"

I sighed and said;

"See little brother, your big sister was just what you needed, no?"

Mark didn't answer right away then speaking quietly said;

"You're right Megan you're always what I need, just like I'm always what you need. That's why you came up here, no?"

"Absolutely." I agreed.

As I lay there propped up on my elbow I removed my hand from Mark's side and started rubbing his back. Mark sighed, and then continued.

"Can I ask you something sis?"

"Of course."

"Well if whenever I fall apart you put me back together, and whenever you're broken I fix you. Haven't you ever considered that if we were together all of the time we would never fall apart?"

I didn't answer right away as his words swirled through my mind. As ridiculous as it seemed I had never thought of it so simply. Caught off guard I remained silent, unsure how to answer. It didn't matter as a minute later Mark said;

"You don't have to answer Meg, not yet anyway. We'll talk tomorrow night, like you said. It was just something to think about."

Yeah, I thought as I continued to lightly caress his back, that's what I needed, something else to think about. Mark sighed and my spirits picked up as it was a surprisingly contented one. Mark really had needed me today.

"Sweet dreams Megan." Mark said softly.

"Sweet dreams Mark." I repeated as the "Megan" wasn't lost on me.

I rested my head on his shoulder and continued to caress his back, already knowing that despite my exhaustion I would be unable to sleep.



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 28



Authors note: First off by the time you read this it will be almost a month since Chapter 27 by far the longest I've put between chapters. Life got a little crazy for awhile and I also am working on something that I hope will turn into a major announcement in a couple of more chapters. Now onto this chapter. Like Chapter 26 this was originally two smaller chapters but I merged them. Also like 26 it has quite a bit of background information. Now if you have read Lex Talionis, the opening sequence of this chapter will look very familiar as it is the closing scene of Lex Chapter 5 but from Megan's POV. Although the views and votes on Lex were very close to what I get on this series I cannot assume everyone has read Lex. For those who have, and are awaiting the aftermath chapter, this chapter as well as 29 will deal with facets of it that cannot be done from Mark's viewpoint. This is part of the delay of Lex 6 as after several failed outlines I realized it couldn't all be done in one chapter from one point of view. The events that happen after Lex will affect the end of SWB so need to be put in SWB for the people who did not read Lex (And why didn't you?). On another note after this chapter and 29 the stage is completely set for the final few chapters. As everything from the past will be established and all the clues and hints are there to answer several of the questions left unanswered that will be wrapped up soon. Hope you enjoy and as always thank you for reading. Lovecraft68

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I was standing outside of Mitch's desperately trying to talk the police into breaking down the door and go upstairs where I knew my brother was trying to kill Max Thompson. I, of course, had told them the opposite; that I had called Mark and he was scared because Max was at his house and looking for him. The older of the two cops patiently explained to me that even though the truck next to my brother's car belonged to Max, it didn't mean anything. No one was answering the bell or the phone, and they had no cause other than my story, to break down a door. I started to try again when the younger cop had smirked and said that, according to what he found running my name, I wasn't exactly a reliable source. The older cop started to tell him to knock it off when he was cut off by a long muffled howl coming from the window over us. As the three of us stood looking around it came again and even louder.

"What the fuck is that a dog?" The young cop asked.

"That's a person." The older cop whispered.

With no further hesitation he took three steps and, slamming his shoulder into the old door, forced it open. He continued into the hallway with me and the younger cop right behind him. No sooner had we started up the stairs, then another long inhuman scream echoed through the hallway. The scream had frozen all three of us where we stood and I felt my stomach clench as, somewhere in that long animal like howl, I recognized my brother's voice. The howl was followed by a few seconds of silence then the hallway was shattered by an ear splitting shriek of agony that sent a chill through me.

"Jesus Christ!" 

The older cop exclaimed and immediately ran up the stairs and down the hall way towards the door to my brother's apartment. The younger cop told me to get behind him and followed after. I brought up the rear my legs feeling as if they were sinking in mud and I could barely move. Another shriek echoed through the hallway followed by another. The older cop pounded once on Mark's door and when the only response was a heart stopping wail of pure anguish followed by what sounded like sobbing, through his shoulder against the door. The door held and I could hear my brother screaming. I whimpered out loud when I heard the words.

"Are... you... still...making... noise?!?!" 

There was a pause between each word followed by a sickening sound of flesh on flesh. The cop stepped back from the door and lashed out with his foot kicking it just under the doorknob. The door exploded inward and the cop stepped into the doorway and stopped. Even from several feet away I saw the color drain from his face and he whispered;

"Oh my god."

Shaking his head as if snapping himself out of a trance he stepped into the apartment and I heard him call my brother's name and tell him to stop. The younger cop joined him in the doorway and I quickly followed standing behind him and looking over his shoulder into Mark's apartment. The first thing I saw was Max Thompson or what was left of him sprawled on the floor against the couch. He was covered with blood and I could see with the crystal clarity that one experiences in states of shock that his leg was snapped down backwards. His other leg was kicking rapidly and I realized he was twitching. Mark was standing over him with a silver platter in his hand ready to swing it down into Max's skull. In an instant I knew it had been my brother's plan all along; Max had all but killed my brother like that 7 years ago and Mark was going to return the favor. The cop yelled again and Mark turned around to face us.

I stepped back and brought my hands to my mouth in order not to scream. My brother was as blood soaked as Max and when he turned I could see that his left eye was shut and that entire side of his face was badly swollen. Mark's right eye however was blazing and in an instant I knew that after all these years he had finally lost it. Mark's eye was so dark it appeared black and his mouth was twisted into a vicious snarl that made him look more like a rabid animal than a human. As I stared Mark's lip curled up and I saw that even his teeth were bloodstained.

I wanted to call his name but couldn't get my mouth to open. My legs were shaking and the room was spinning. The first thought that was running through my mind was to turn and run. Get back into the car, drive to South Providence and find a place to get a hit, forget about what I had just seen. At that moment the cop told Mark to get on his knees, after Mark cocked his head as if listening to something only he could hear, he dropped the plate, and stepping over Max, turned to face us. The younger cop stepped forward, reaching for his nightstick, and Mark smiled. The sight was hideous as only one side of his mouth was working and, even that side began to ooze blood, as his lip curled up. Mark then brought his left hand around and held it in front of him. I heard a whimper escape me as I could see even from where I was that his hand was broken, bent halfway around his wrist, his fingers facing away from him. Mark's right hand however came up and, as I watched horrified, he used it to wave the cop on.

In an instant I knew that this would be the end of my brother. My lie might help him if he calmed down, but now, Mark was ready to fight until they could put him down. Once again the urge to run hit me. I couldn't help here. Mark was the strong one not me. I began to turn away, unable to watch the sight of the cop swing at my brother. As I started to turn one thought suddenly slammed into my head; my brother would never leave me. Spinning around I called Mark's name as loudly as I could.

The effect on my brother was instant. His head swiveled to face me and his hand lowered. I watched as his head cocked again. The older of the two cops told his partner to back off and give me a minute. My stomach twisting, and my legs threatening to give out at any moment, I walked up to Mark and slowly raised my hands to his face. Mark's lip curled again and he took a step back. I swore I heard him growling in his throat. I put my hands on his shoulders and whispered to him that it was over and I was there to help him. Mark stared at me with that one hideous blazing eye then suddenly leaned into my arms. I winced at the feel of the sticky blood he was soaked in, but slowly went to my knees, taking him with me. I had just felt a surge of relief flood through me when I heard the young cop yell out that Max had stopped breathing. At that moment Mark's eye suddenly went blank and he whispered softly;

"I'm going away now."

I jerked awake, my heart pounding in my chest, and my breath coming in sharp gasps. Next to me Mark, who was lying on his stomach with his face turned towards me, slowly opened his eyes and, sounding more asleep than awake, whispered;

"You okay Meg?"

I took a deep breath, to make sure my voice would be steady and said quietly;

"I'm fine little brother, just thought I heard something." I kissed his cheek then added; "You know how it is."

Mark nodded slowly but didn't speak adding to my feeling that he wasn't really awake. Normally Mark, like myself, and many other abused children who had suffered through "night attacks" was a hair trigger sleeper and instantly alert the second his eyes opened. My brother appeared far from alert at the moment and once again I found myself wincing at how red his eyes were. Cigarettes, alcohol, and insomnia between the two of us we could own stock in Visine over the years. 

"Bad dream?" Mark asked hoarsely 

"No, just woke up." I said then kissed him lightly on the lips and said softly. "Let's go back to sleep baby."

Mark smiled at that and, after closing his eyes, made that adorable little cooing sound in his throat that I'm sure no one would ever believe could come from him. I lightly ran my hand across his back several times making sure he would drift back off then, reaching across his back, put my arm around his shoulder and hugged him tight. That nightmare had been a recurring one for me for years but I couldn't remember the last time I'd had it. Continuing to squeeze him to me I thought that I had almost lost my brother that day. Had I not been able to stop him, had he fought with the police it would have been jail or a mental institution for sure. As it was Mark did end up in Butler hospital for several days before he started speaking again.

That had been a nightmarish time in both of our lives. Mark's sanity was hanging by a thread and his entire future was in jeopardy and the only thing holding him together was his sister who was walking a very thin line herself. Between being unable to sleep, my body desperately craving coke and booze, and the overwhelming feeling of guilt brought on by the fact that it had been my stealing from my brother that had led him to meet Max in the first place I was in as bad a shape as my brother. Had Alex Warner not let both Mark and I stay at his place, and away from the press, and the detective who was cock sure, and of course completely correct, that Mark had set Max up, we would have never pulled through. Warner, I thought, as I lied there still rubbing Mark's back. That's probably what had brought the dream on. I had been reading and thinking about the Winthrop trial on the way over to Mark's place and Warner had been a huge part of that mess.

I still found myself shaking my head over the fact that fifteen years of friendship had been ruined over what, in the end, turned out to be pure stubborn ego. Warner had been more than a friend he had been Mark's mentor and big brother. Taking him under his wing and teaching my brother, everything from how to dress, and conduct himself around wealthy professionals, to how to score with women who were older and professional and not into the bad boy routine. Alex had also taught Mark the ins and outs of 'the game" as he always called it. The Game included who to befriend, how to keep your enemies closer than your friends, and ultimately how to destroy them. In the end, at least in this instance the student had mastered his teacher, as Mark had walked away victorious. Well at the time anyway. Something told me that it hadn't ended there and Warner, who could hold a grudge as well as Mark could, was sitting somewhere watching and waiting for Mark to give him an opening. Like being caught in a relationship with his sister I thought then quickly shoving that to the side thought about Warner.

I myself haven't seen Alex since a couple of years ago when I had come to town to visit and Mark had to work late one night. Warner had been in town on business and we had gone out to dinner. Alex had been beside himself with how good I looked and how successful I was becoming. It had been a great dinner and nice to sit with a man who years ago had seen me as little more than a drug addled tramp or at best an object of pity, and to now feel like his equal. Of course to prove that something's never change dinner ended with Alex inviting me back to his hotel suite to really get "reacquainted" as he put it. I had given him a huge smile and staring into his gorgeous features and electric blue eyes had agreed. Warner's face had lit up like it was Christmas morning until I handed him my cell phone. I then winked and told him what I had many times in the past; that if he wanted me, he could have me, but he had to tell Mark first. Prove he wasn't the type to sleep with his best friend's sister behind his back. 

Warner had rolled his eyes and said forget it. I shrugged and told him he'd had his chance a long time ago and had chosen not to take it. Warner shook his head and said that he could have never taken advantage of me like that. At that moment, I leaned over and kissing him on the cheek thanked him yet again for everything he had done for Mark back then. Warner's response was to blush, which had gotten a laugh out of me, then to say seriously, something that he had told my brother many times in the past; that you didn't have to be blood to be family. So much for family now I thought.

Speaking of my brother I noticed he was out like a light again which, was surprising considering he had already been awake for awhile earlier, and like me, at that point, usually couldn't fall back to sleep. Then again I hadn't killed over half a bottle of Jack Daniels. Shifting my thoughts away from Warner, and the nightmare, I had to smile at the fact that there were very few men out there that could drink that much, get woken up a few hours later, and be able to fuck the way my brother had. The bad boy attorney at his finest I thought to myself. 

On that note I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Since the Winthrop trial, Mark had become the most feared attorney in the state, and had even gained some national notoriety. Add that to his partying, womanizing persona, as well as his now exposed dark affiliations, Mark had quite the reputation. Today however the infamous bad boy attorney had folded completely into me, giving in to his one weakness, the one comfort he always sought, the arms of his big sister. Not only that, but although things hadn't started well, at the end not only had we both gotten what we needed, but Mark seemed content afterwards not even trying to talk about more, just simply enjoying my company. At that I had to admit that he seemed more relaxed than me. Then again, I unlike my brother could no longer seek the sweet oblivion of alcohol. Leaving that thought alone I turned my attention to my sleeping brother.

At the moment Mark was lying on his stomach, and I was on my side with my right leg draped over his and my arm around his lower back. I laid my head back on his warm shoulder and closed my eyes thinking how amazing this felt. Not just amazing but also just plain sexy, I could feel my nipple pressed into my brother's side and could feel the heat of my pussy against his well muscled thigh. I felt my body beginning to get worked up but wanted Mark to rest. Instead I just went back to the thought of how incredible it felt to be lying like this with my brother and wondering what it would be like to be able to have this every morning. 

During our close to two decades as lovers, the longest stretch Mark and I had ever spent together were those few weeks after Krissy had broke up with him. That had lasted until that first night at Mitch's when I realized that we couldn't be for all the time. I'd had reasons and they were good ones; Mark couldn't have achieved all he had with his drunk and soon to be coke addicted sister at his hip. What about now however? The offer was there what would be my reasons not to have this now?

I lifted my head and propping myself up on my elbow began lightly rubbing Mark's back again. My brother was so out of it at this point that I wasn't even getting the little moans that he would usually make in his sleep. Looking to stop my mind from racing I looked down at Mark's amazing body and let my eyes wander across his back. Due to the fact that he spent well over a thousand dollars every couple of years to recolor them, the tattoos were extremely bright. Looking closely at the Baphomet on his back I could just make out quite a few long thin white scars that went across my brother's skin. These scars were the result of a lifetime of violent sex. The shorter thinner ones were from the tips of a whip the longer thicker ones were finger nails. As I lightly traced one with my own finger I was sure that many of them were from this nasty girl herself. Over the years my brother had been with countless women ranging from barely legal pets to models and recently a CEO. Now after all our years of chasing others and 'conjugal' visits with each other, Mark had said not an hour ago that he wanted his big sister to be all his.

All his. I had to say the thought of just Mark was an extremely pleasant one. I rolled onto my back and looking at our reflection couldn't help but admire how incredible we looked together; my long thin ivory skinned body stretched out alongside Mark's deeply tanned well muscled form. I closed my eyes and envisioned falling asleep together every night and waking up every morning in each other's arms. I remembered those amazing mornings when we were young and still living with mom and dad. My eyes opened as I also recalled the sneaking and the close calls and the lies. We would be living an even bigger lie now and a more dangerous one. The Winthrop trial had reminded me of just the kind of people my brother had fucked with and who would be dying for a payback.

It was obvious I wasn't going to fall back to sleep and carefully getting up, I grabbed Mark's red robe off of the hook on his door, and wrapping it around me quietly left the bedroom. As I left I noticed that it was after eleven. I couldn't remember a day that my brother hadn't gone to work this late. I walked back into the parlor and picking up my cell saw that Royce had called and had left a message. I put the phone to my ear and listened as I grabbed the cigarettes from my purse and lit one.

"Hey there next big thing you need to give me a call as soon as you can."

Shaking my head I dropped the phone into the pocket of the robe. I was already coming back three days early and anything Royce needed could keep for now. Knowing him he was going to tell me Walsh's favorite color and to make sure I wore it, or to warn me about Walsh being a bit of a dog. Well that was not going to be an option, first off, it was well known in certain circles that Walsh enjoyed cocaine so I would not be hanging with him, just working for him. As for any type of sex, on the day I left rehab I swore that I would never use my body for anything but pleasure. This girl would never whore herself again, even for someone like Walsh, I was doing just fine on my own.

I decided to go back into Mark's office to snoop around as I had been wondering about the picture I had seen in the garbage. As I walked down the corridor, I once again enjoyed the feeling of the carpet under my feet, as well as the cool silk of Mark's robe wrapped around me. In addition to the soft material it smelled pleasantly of Mark's Wings cologne. I found myself wondering what it would be like living with my brother, little things like coffee in the morning, who would cook. I thought back to the night in Chicago the way we were lying there watching TV curled up as happy as content as could be.




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As I entered Mark's office that image was replaced by another one; Laura and I curled up the same way and whispering our love for each other. A couple of years before her, Ben making me breakfast every morning, and telling me how much he loved that I had moved in with him. Before that there was Tommy talking about moving from the condo and buying the nice house in the suburban neighborhood that I had always wanted. Where were they now? Tommy married with two beautiful little girls; that he could have never had with me, Ben last I heard was engaged, and I'm sure Laura would not spend a long time alone. On my brother's side of things last Mark had heard, Samantha had just moved in with a junior partner she had been dating and who had already given her a ring. My brother had also just brought up Krissy; three kids and a great career. Others fell for us, were broken by us, and then went on to be happy while my brother and I continued to play sick twisted games with ourselves and others. Was it because we were the only ones right for each other? Or would it mean we would just turn into each others next causality. There was no doubt my brother loved me, but was he in love, and if so how long before I would grow cold like I had with so many others?

Did either my brother or I even know what real love was? On the surface the two of us had it all. Mark was gorgeous, successful, making a ton of money and at this point was the best in the state. After six years sober I was now right up there with him, on the verge of signing a six figure deal that would more than put me on the map. Despite ten years of hardcore abuse I was fortunate enough to have maintained my own beauty. We were the people others looked at and automatically hated; the pretty people so to speak. At the end of the day however those haters had no idea what my brother and I had been through and still dealt with. There were points that I would trade my looks, and new found success to be that average looking slightly boring woman who had the devoted husband, nice little house and who could look back on years of a happy marriage rather than a past scarred by abuse and addiction.

Shaking off those thoughts, I walked over to the box and, reaching in, gingerly pulled the framed photo from the box. Taking a minute to shake it so all the loose glass would fall out I brought it over to the desk and, once I had sat down in the chair, turned it over to look at it. The picture was a family photo and at first I wasn't quite sure why Mark would throw it away until I saw that Alex Warner was in it. The photo had been taken in the back yard at the folk's. In the picture Mom and dad were sitting at the picnic table and I was standing between Mark and Warner my arms around both of them.

Mark and Alex were wearing tank tops and, I had to say, that I couldn't have been standing between two better looking guys. Mark of course was downright beautiful and honestly Warner was not far behind. Slightly shorter than Mark, Warner, who had been a golden gloves boxer in college, and who like my brother worked out for hours every day, was powerfully built with wide shoulders, a broad heavily muscled chest, and biceps so large he could barely scratch his own shoulder. Warner's body was only part of what made him attractive. Alex brother, was gorgeous with thick black hair, and perfect features, that unlike Mark's, were more rugged than pretty, and the most startling pair of electric blue eyes I had ever see. Even in the picture you could see the color all but leaping out at you. Looking at the expressions on our faces I couldn't help but smile. Mom and dad had their arms around each other and were smiling happily and Warner had that pretty smile that he could conjure up at will. As for Mark and I, the picture had caught me in the middle of laughing, and Mark had his head turned slightly towards me with a scowl on his face. Just before the picture had been snapped Warner had hugged me closer to him and had casually said;

"So Megan, this is as good a time as any to tell everyone about us."

The comment hadn't been what had made me laugh, as god only knew Warner hit on me constantly. What had made me laugh was the instant look from my brother. Mark and I both knew jealousy was an ugly emotion, but Warner got to my brother, and knew it. Personally I got a kick out of it because, besides me, Alex was the only person who was ever able to crack the aura of indifference Mark showed to everyone else. At that point in time, even before he had helped Mark out of the Max situation, Warner really had been like a member of the family. Coming over every week for the big Sunday dinners that mom always made. Warner had lost his mother at the age of eleven and his father was a workaholic, which had left Alex basically being raised by nannies. Because of that Alex loved hanging around with us and mom was more than happy to treat him as one of her own.

Ancient history now I thought as I had no doubt their friendship was over for good. Despite the fact that Mark and I shared the same beliefs Mark took the "Lex Talionis" mantra far more seriously than I did. This was probably due to the fact that, as part of my recovery, I had sought forgiveness from others and was happy to get it from those that mattered most. My brother, with the exception of his sister who had done more than her fair share to hurt him, forgave no one. It didn't matter what had happened between them as Mark always said 'what was done was done'. Warner could show up on his knees now, or ten years from now, and my brother would never forgive him.

Looking again at the picture I thought that, although Alex should have never thrown it in his face, Mark really did owe a lot to him. My brother could have never gotten away with attacking Max had it not been for Warner and his attorney. I sighed as I recalled that Warner initially wasn't going to help but, for one of the few times in my life up till that point, I had been worried about someone other than myself and had been able to convince him. Warner had been out of town the weekend Mark had beaten Max. Knowing already that my brother was in deeper shit than any lawyer the state could provide, or my father could afford would be capable of handling, I immediately called Warner while he was still in New York.

I told Alex what had really happened between Mark and Max as I realized that he would have to know the truth in order to come up with something. Alex immediately told me he would come home the next day and give him some time to make calls. Warner had called me two days later and asked me to come see him at his office. I went there nervous as hell and not just from stress, drug cravings, and lack of sleep, but because Warner and I didn't get along the best. Alex always felt I was a weak willed waste of time who was dragging my brother down, and I always thought he was a spoiled rotten silver spooned poser. I was wearing a sexy blue sundress, because I knew that whatever Alex thought of me he also thought I was hot and had propositioned me many times. I figured maybe if I looked good it would help with him listening to me.

I walked into his office and could see by the look on his face that this was not going to be easy. Warner looked nervous which was not like him. I was right, as once I had sat down, Alex had told me that he had somehow gotten to see the police reports. Alex said that after he read them he managed to get into ICU and get a look at Max. Alex had looked away and then told me that he couldn't help my brother, that anyone capable of doing that to another person needed to be kept right where he was; locked up. Before I could say anything Warner said he felt terrible for Mark, whom he had also somehow managed to get to see. I could see in his eyes that Alex wasn't lying. He did feel pity for my brother but insisted that if Mark were that disturbed then he was probably best off where he was. As I started to cry Alex took my hand across the desk and said he could get his lawyer to push the state towards temporary insanity over attempted murder so that Mark would stay in an institution rather than prison.

I had been on the verge of losing it but, somehow holding it together, I told Alex that it wasn't fair. That Max had taken my brother's childhood from him and now was going to take his future. Alex shook his head and said that no one had made Mark do what he had done. Max had not gone after him. I tried to explain to Alex that once Mark had seen Max that there was no other way it could have ended. Before he could speak I asked him if Mark had ever told him what he went through as a child. Alex said no, Mark never talked about it. I had already known that because I knew my brother never wanted anyone to know because he never wanted pity. I then proceeded to tell Warner every horror story Mark had ever told me. The beatings, not being allowed to speak, the times he was locked in the closet. Even how Max had told Mark that his sister was dead.

As I spoke I could see Warner wavering. He kept shaking his head, not telling me no, but more out of disbelief. I kept going; right up to Max putting Mark in a coma, and that he had a steel plate in his head. I pushed past that, talking about how Mark spent over two years in group homes and how he was unwanted because he had issues and wouldn't talk. Told him how the other kids picked on him; that he had been had jumped and beaten several times. I took it to the present, of how Mark still woke up screaming from nightmares, and was afraid of the dark from being locked in the closet. I finished by saying that Mark had overcome all of it and was going to be a fantastic lawyer with a great future. He deserved better than this and that animal had gotten everything he had deserved from my brother.

As I had spoken I was reminded of that night three years ago that I had begged my father to not throw Mark out when he thought he had caught us fucking in the hotel. Just as I had told dad, I now told Alex, that if Mark was taken from me he would never be okay. I was the only one who could help him. By this time Warner had his head down and I could all but hear the wheels spinning. After a long pause Warner sighed and said he still wasn't sure if he should. Now I started flat out begging, saying that I would give him anything, even try to pay him somehow. 

Alex looked at me and said there was nothing he needed that he couldn't get himself. I stood up, walked over to his side of the desk, and standing in front of him, spun his chair to the side so that he was facing me. Before he could react I reached up and sliding the straps off of my shoulders let my dress drop to the floor. I was wearing an extremely skimpy light blue lace bra and a matching thong. Alex's eyes widened as he looked me up and down. Leaning over I put my hands on his shoulders and as I pushed him back into his chair whispered the word 'anything' into his ear. Warner looked me in the eye as I pulled my face from his neck, and without looking away I leaned forward and, after playfully flicking my tongue across his lips, dropped to my knees in front of him.

Still not breaking eye contact I reached around and started to unhook my bra. I was just starting to slide it off when Warner stood up in front of me. Taking what I thought was my cue; I left the bra alone and started reaching for his zipper. Warner reached down and, grabbing my shoulders, hauled me to my feet as if I were weightless. As soon as I was standing Warner had quickly bent down and, grabbing my dress from my feet, slid it back up over my shoulders. Taking this as the final rejection, I threw my arms around his neck, and resorted to pure old fashioned balling. Moaning in his ear that my brother would never leave me and I had to help him. I had gotten to the point of all out hysterics, when Alex hugged me and whispered in my ear that he would help. 

I jerked suddenly as I felt the chair begin to tip over. I had been nodding off and, if not for my hand catching the desk, would have spilled out onto the floor.

"Smooth Megan." I whispered as I took a deep breath and waited for my heart to stop pounding.

Righting myself in the chair I decided to sit there and see if I would doze again. Right now I would take rest anywhere I could get it. Knowing how the insomnia game worked, I knew that if I closed my eyes and tried, sleep would elude me. However, if I let my mind wander, I might be able to slip into a doze as I had just done. Leaning back in the chair, and putting my feet up on the desk, I pulled Mark's robe tighter around me and resting my chin on my chest let my thoughts drift back to that time. After Alex agreed to help, I managed to get Mark to start talking, and within a week he was out of Butler. By then we also had found out from the hospital that Max was going to live. Knowing now, that the next step was to work together, along with Warner's attorney, to get Mark's story right Alex had let Mark and I stay with him for the two weeks until the hearing. As always, when I started to remember things that my mind had shut down, more and more began to come back to me and I recalled that while he had been helping us Alex, thanks to my stupidity as usual, had come dangerously close to finding out Mark and I's dirty secret.   1992 I woke up gasping for breath and my heart pounding. Sitting up, I looked around wildly, trying to get my bearings. For a moment I couldn't place where I was and, tossing the sweat soaked sheet from me, started to get out of the bed. I had to check and see if the door was locked. If it wasn't Frank might come in and, if he did, and I was asleep, then he would pin me down like he always did and ...

"No!" I said out loud. 

Coming fully awake I sat back onto the bed and, putting my head down between my legs, took several deep breaths before sitting up and leaning back against the headboard. Looking around I remembered I was in one of the spare bedrooms in Alex Warner's huge luxury apartment located in downtown Providence. Taking one more deep breath, I held it and forcing myself to exhale slowly, tried to relax. Well relax as much as I could these days. Leaning forward, I peeled off the pink nightshirt I was wearing, and winced at the large sweat stains on it. It wasn't that warm in the house, but between the nightmare and the fact that for the last week I had been desperately craving cocaine or a drink I'd had both the sweats and the shakes.

Reaching over to the nightstand, I picked up the pack of cigarettes and fumbled one out. My hands were shaking so badly that it took three tries to light it. Tossing the bic on bed, I leaned back, and took a deep drag, gratefully inhaling the nicotine into my lungs. I realized that the pillow, like my nightgown and sheet, was soaked with sweat. Grunting in disgust I stood up and, wearing just a pair of black panties, went and sat in the small chair at the bureau. As I sat I looked at my reflection and winced. My eyes were so red that you could barely see any white around my crystal blue eyes and there were large dark circles underneath them. My complexion, which was fair to begin with, looked out right pasty and my normally beautiful soft full lips were dry and had several small cuts on them where I kept nervously chewing on them.

I rubbed at my eyes with the heel of my hands in a vain effort to stop them from stinging and let out a long frustrated sigh. I desperately needed to sleep and not just for myself but for Mark. Alex and his attorney, a man named Murdock, were trying to work with Mark on how he was going to get out of this mess but, he was in a fragile state, and things were not going well at all. Between being physically exhausted, mentally drained, and on heavy pain medication Mark was sleeping close to twelve hours a day and barely conscious the rest of the time. In addition to the broken hand, Mark had suffered a broken nose, two cracked ribs, and a fractured left eye socket. Mark also didn't seem as if he were quite there all the time either. Sometimes in mid conversation he would lapse into that "going away" state and so far I was the only one who could get him out of it.

Right now the only way it was working was me sitting next to Mark on the couch while Murdock and Alex asked my brother question after question and then told him how to answer. My job at this point, was to pretty much keep Mark focused, which wasn't easy as I was barely holding myself together. I did however, manage to stay calm whenever I was in front of Mark and, keeping my arm around him, or holding his hand and talking softly to him, could get him to respond. A couple of times when we were alone on the couch Mark had said quietly that he was to tired and didn't care anymore, that maybe he should be locked up like our father. 

Whenever Mark spoke like that I would let myself start to fall apart in front of him. I would start to cry and the shakes would come on. I would tell Mark how much his sister needed him to be okay and he would snap out of it and hold me for awhile. I felt like a bitch playing him like that but I needed him to want to fight. As that last thought had gone through my head I realized that was also part of why the two of us were so bad off; we needed each other and not just emotionally. What we needed was to be together, naked, seeking the comfort of each other's bodies.

I wasn't the only one who felt that way. I could tell by the way Mark looked longingly at me when Alex wasn't around that he needed his big sister, to feel the heat of her body and fall asleep in her arms. The problem with this was that, unlike the folk's house, our bedrooms here were at opposite ends of the apartment. In order to for me to get to Mark's room I had to cut through the living room. That really wouldn't be much of a problem if Alex Warner ever slept. I used to think Mark and I were bad, but I swear Alex either didn't sleep at all, or just never in his room. The first couple of nights I didn't even try. Mark was barely conscious and any moment I was awake was spent with Warner and Murdock giving them as much history as I could about Mark and Max. 

After that I tried a few times to slip out of my room, and into Mark's, but Warner was always awake; either watching television or on the phone. I would usually peek into the room and sneak back but, a couple of nights ago, Alex saw me so I simply said I couldn't sleep and sat watching a movie with him figuring I would outlast him. To my chagrin, Warner was as much of a night owl as I was, and when he did get tired, simply fell asleep on the couch less than ten feet from the room Mark was staying in. The next morning Alex had told me that unless he had a woman over, he usually would just fall asleep in front of the tv. Normally Alex would have several women over during the course of a week but, with Mark being here, and everything going on he wasn't bothering

Making my plight even worse was that Alex was working from home and was in the middle of negotiating a deal with a supplier in Japan. This meant two am conference calls that lasted for hours. Alex had an office but, for whatever reason, would still sit in the parlor. The last three nights he would be there, feet up, smoking a cigar, while watching sports center with the sound off, and talking about spending hundreds of thousands of dollars on electronics. So far the only thing I had done was go into Mark's room for a few minutes to check on him then come right back out. Last night I was so desperate, I had thought about trying to just wake Mark up and quietly have sex. I decided against it, not only because Warner was only watching television and might wonder if something was wrong, but also I needed more than the sex and so did Mark. We needed to spend the night or at least part of it together, asleep in each other's arms.

Looking up again at my haggard appearance I decided that I couldn't wait any longer. Today had been an exceptionally bad day. Mark seemed slower than usual, with more of those weird pauses before answering, and he was beginning to disagree with Murdock, citing obscure loopholes that Murdock said would never work. Mark at one point even asked Murdock where he had bought his degree. Mark fogged out again right after that, and Murdock had asked Alex where Mark was school because he knew lawyers who had been practicing for twenty years who had never heard of the things Mark was coming up with. When Mark had 'come back' he would not answer Murdock directly but, only respond to me, or occasionally Alex. Murdock had gotten up and told Alex that this was not going to work. That Mark was not only guilty, but was obviously not right in the head, and he shouldn't even be bothering in the first place, his reputation was on the line.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 28



Alex had calmly looked at him then, leaning back in his chair, puffed on a cigar while appearing lost in thought. A minute later he told Murdock that was fine, he would just find another lawyer and, while he was at it, the new lawyer may as well handle all of his business. As Murdock stared at him Alex had smirked and said that his 'reputation' had been built by Warner's family and could be taken away just as easily. Murdock had left in a huff and I started to get upset but Alex had laughed and said not to worry he would be back. Warner then turned serious and told me that Murdock did have a point; that Mark needed to get his shit together. I would not be able to answer for him at a hearing and the judge would toss him in the looney bin.

I started to argue that wasn't true, but holding his hand up to me, Alex looked at Mark and asked him how he was doing. My brother didn't respond and, getting up and going over to him, Alex looked him in the eye and told him he was a weak piece of shit. Once again no response. Then to my surprise Alex suddenly swung at my brother; his fist heading straight for Mark's face. Before I could even cry out, there was a slapping sound as, without looking in that direction, Mark's hand had come up and caught Alex's fist in his palm. Alex had pulled his hand away and Mark slowly turned to him and, as if just seeing him, asked why he was in his face. Alex shook his head and, coming over to me, leaned over and told me that I had one day maybe two tops to get Mark with the program or the best they would be able to do would be time in an institution. Although Alex had whispered so softly I had barely heard him, Mark spoke from the couch saying in Latin;

"I wonder if they'll put me in the same room as dad."

Alex asked what Mark had said and I told him it was nothing that made any sense. Alex had sighed and as he walked by my brother stopped, and leaning over, put his arm around his shoulders and said;

"Come on Mark your family needs you to be okay." He paused, and then his voice sounding as if it were going to break added; "I need you to be okay little brother."

That moment had touched me, as Warner like Mark, never showed any form of emotion to the world at large, but also scared me as, for the first time since he had said he would help, I could see Alex's confidence wavering. Alex had every right to worry; my brother was not right and right now I could only think of one thing that could make him that way; the loving touch of his big sister. We had both always said that the only time we felt right was when we were together so tonight we would be together. It was taking a risk, as Alex had a strange turn of mind, and we didn't need to get his attention focused on us. Well, I thought standing up, it was worth the risk. Mark's door did have a lock and, if I had to, I would just tell Alex I had slept in the chair in Mark's room because he was having a hard time sleeping. For three years now Mark and I had hid in plain sight; covered by the fact that no one would ever suspect we were lovers. I mean we were brother and sister after all.

Putting on my robe, and leaving my room, I walked quietly down the carpeted hallway and saw that, as usual, the living room was lit by the television. It was midnight however, and hopefully Alex would be sleeping on the couch. I had just entered the room and felt like crying in frustration when I saw Warner leaning forward in the chair tapping out a cigarette. I stopped where I was debating what to do when Alex stood up, and stretching, turned and saw me. He asked if I was coming out to watch tv and, before I could answer, made my night by telling me he was tired, and his back was killing him, so he was going to go to bed. I nodded and walking over sat in one of the recliners next to the couch. Alex handed me the remote and after looking at me with a concerned look on his face told me that I should be taking the sleeping pills that Mark's doctor had left for me. I told him that I was fine, that I'd been through bouts like this before and would sleep eventually. Alex shrugged then, as he had with my brother, leaned over and, putting his arm around me, told me that today was just a bad day and everything would get better. I kissed his cheek and told him that I knew it would. Much better, and very soon, I added to myself as I watched Alex walk down the hallway and disappear into his bedroom.

It took what little will power I had left to stay sitting in the chair for a few minutes making sure Warner wasn't going to come right back out. Finally, taking a deep breath, I put the remote down, leaving the tv on, and quickly walked over to the room Mark was staying in. I turned the doorknob slowly then, taking a quick look down the hallway, opened the door and upon entering immediately closed it and thumbed the button on the doorknob locking it. I rested my head briefly against the door as a sense of relief flooded through my body then turned and walked over to the bed that Mark was lying in.

Like the room I was staying in Mark's was small and neatly furnished with a double bed, a small desk, a bureau and a couple of night stands. The desk lamp was lit in the corner so Mark wouldn't be in the dark. As I approached the bed I undid the robe and, letting it fall to the floor, gently climbed onto the bed wearing just the black panties. Mark was lying on his stomach with his head turned away from me. Although he was sleeping, I could tell by his shallow rapid breaths, that it wasn't a deep sleep. Certainly not the kind of sleep he would get with his sister next to him. Reaching out, I lightly caressed his back then, leaning over, I whispered in his ear;

"Hey little brother."

As I had leaned over, my nipple rubbed against his side, and I felt a thrill go through my body, and straight through to my pussy. Damn I needed him. Mark jerked up, spinning up onto his side so quickly I almost fell off the bed.

"It's okay Mark!" I said softly putting my hands up.

Mark looked at me and I winced at how bad he still looked. The fight had been a little over a week ago, and Mark's left eye had just started to open. That eye was completely red, not just from lack of sleep, but from the broken blood vessels he had suffered from getting hit there. The entire left side of my brother's face was still bruised and swollen and he had stitches inside his upper lip from having it split against his teeth. At this point, because of the stitches, and the swelling, Mark looked as if he was permanently sneering, and he still couldn't speak right. Regardless of that, I yearned to lean forward and kiss those lips, but wanted to give Mark a minute to get himself together.

"Damn sis," Mark said softly. "Sorry I... ow!" 

Mark exclaimed as he reached up to rub his head and, forgetting about the cast, whacked himself in the face.

"Easy Mark." I said then sliding over to him reached out and caressed his right cheek. 

Mark's right eye was also blackened from having his nose broken but at least it looked normal.

"What are you doing in here sis?" Mark asked softly. "Alex..."

"Is sleeping in his room." I finished for him.

As I said that Mark looked at me and seemed to just notice that I was topless. I smiled as his eyes locked onto my hard pink nipples and I let my own eyes drop to his crotch. Mark was wearing a pair of white shorts that looked incredible against his well tanned skin and I could already see the material tightening around his cock. I looked back up at him and, putting my hands on my tits, whispered;

"You miss these little brother?"

Mark looked longingly at me then, turning his head, whispered;

"Can't Meg, Alex might get back up he..."

"Listen Mark," I said sliding close enough to him to put my arm around his shoulders. 

Once again my hard nipple grazed his flesh and I heard him take a deep breath as he felt it.

"Alex isn't going to know I'm here. He gets up at six and works out in the spare room. I'm going to stay here until five and slip back into my room."

"But..." 

"Mark even if he finds out I was in here I'll just say I was checking on you," I gave him a kiss on the cheek and frowned as he pulled away slightly.

"Don't you want me little brother?"

With that I got up on my knees on the bed and wrapping both arms around his shoulders tried to pull him into a kiss.

"Don't sis," Mark whispered, turning his head. "I can't I..." He trailed off looking away from me.

"Why not?" I asked. "You didn't get hurt down there did..." 

Mark cut me off by saying quietly;

"You... you don't have to try to be with me because you feel bad sis its okay."

"What the hell are you talking about? I want to be with you because we need each other little brother I don't..."

"Meg look at me." Mark said. "I... I'm a fucking mess." He shook his head. "I... its okay sis. If you want to lie down with me I'd love it but we..."

"Hey." I said cutting him off. "Mark look at me."

Mark kept his head turned and, reaching out, I grabbed his chin, turning his head to face me.

"You Mark, will always be beautiful to me know matter what." I whispered and leaning in, kissed him softly on the lips. 

Mark started to pull away but I put my hand behind his head and, holding him close to me, said;

"Come here my beautiful little brother. Let your big sister give you what you need." I kissed him again, a little harder, and Mark let out a soft whimper in his throat. 

"Make you all better." 

As I said this, I dropped my hand into his lap, and let out a groan of my own, as I could feel his huge cock, hard and throbbing, in his shorts.

"Oh you are just fine down there aren't you baby?" I asked.

"Meg..." 

"Oh, you are nice and hard for your big sister."

"I... you don't care?" Mark asked. I looked at him and gave him a sad smile.

"In case you haven't noticed little brother, your big sister isn't looking so hot these days either." Before he could say anything I gave his cock a squeeze and added;

"But you don't seem to mind do you?"

"It's different I'm..." He paused then looking at me eye whispered; "I'm scared Megan."

I pulled him close to me and said in his ear;

"It's going to be okay Mark. It really will be. I promised you when you came to live with us, that no one would ever hurt you again, and I meant it. I got Alex to help Mark, and he can do this, but I need you to want to Mark I need you to do better, to be better." 

I pushed away enough so he could look at me and continued;

"I know your scared Mark but I also know that you're the strongest person I know. You need to show me that."

Mark shook his head.

"I'm tired Meg, and maybe Murdock's right. I'm just like our father sis I..."

"Don't you dare talk like that!" I snapped.

Being soft wasn't working. I needed to get through to him, get him to want to fight. Closing my eyes I told myself to think; to find something that would make my brother not want to quit. I could seduce him easily right now, and the sex would calm him down, but wouldn't be enough to snap him out of his funk. When I opened my eyes I looked over Mark's shoulder, at our reflection in the mirror over the bureau. I felt my heart beat faster as I stared at the huge Baphomet tattoo on Mark's back and the words over it;

"Lex Talionis."

"Mark, listen to me. You quit that bastard wins. You want Max to win Mark?"

"I..." Mark shrugged then once again cocked his head then said; 

"I failed Meg I didn't kill him. I... deserve to rot."

"Bullshit Mark." I told him staring him in the eye. "You only lose if you let yourself get put away."

"No. I was supposed to kill him Megan and I..."

"I stopped you Mark." I told him. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to continue; 

"I stopped you because if you killed Max you would go to jail. Yes Max would have died, but you would have suffered more. A lifetime in prison or a hospital and, every day knowing the future you could have had." I shook my head. "But by leaving him alive you'll win Mark. All you have to do is beat this."

Mark got that far away look in his eye and I almost sobbed thinking I'd lost him. Should have just gone for the sex I thought, take what we needed then... Just then Mark looked at me and asked;

"How does it make me the winner?" 

Sensing a chance, I gave him what I hoped was an evil smile, and told him;

"You hurt him Mark, you hurt him bad."

Mark looked as if he were going to speak but I put my finger to his lips and pressed on, trying to put as much intensity into my exhausted voice as I could. 

"Think about it Mark. Think about what you did to him. The people at the hospital told Alex that Max had pissed himself he was so scared of you."

I felt a thrill go through me as I saw the corner of Mark's lip begin to curl up in a twisted smile.

"What does Lex Talionis mean little brother?" Reaching out I grabbed his chin roughly, enough to make him wince, but knew that the pain was irrelevant. I was starting to get through to him. "Tell me Mark what does it mean?"

"An eye for an eye." Mark said and another thrill flowed through me, as his voice sounded stronger than it had in days, and his eye was boring into mine, that intense look coming back into it.

"That's right." I nodded in agreement. "Now think Mark; what has Max done to you? Besides beat you? He haunted you, didn't he? Nightmares, flashbacks, hell you were afraid to talk because of him. Shit Mark you're still afraid of the dark." I nodded as if agreeing with myself then, tapping Mark on the chest, continued.

"If you killed him Mark it would have been quick; some pain then he'd be gone." I smiled coldly. "But this way little brother? Oh this way that bastard is going to suffer. The doctors already said he's never going to walk right again and, even with surgery he'll be scarred for life. You broke six bones in his face alone Mark."

"Yes." 

The smile he gave me was hideous yet, at the same time, I couldn't remember one that had meant more to me.

"Oh and the best part little brother?" I grinned wickedly and, leaning in, began to speak into his ear using a seductive tone as if I were talking dirty to him;

"He's going to dream about you Mark. Every night for the rest of his life that mother fucker is going to dream of your face. Nightmare after nightmare, waking up screaming your name! Pissing his pants over just the thought of you; living in terror that any day you might come back and finish him."

"I'll haunt him." Mark breathed out and like me it sounded sexual.

"Oh you will Mark. How poetic is that little brother? He will suffer worse than you ever did Mark. Because you were strong enough to survive, because he couldn't kill you, and you came back for him little brother, and death would have been a mercy. This will make him wish he were dead."

I pulled away and looked at Mark expectantly. After another pause and odd cock of his head, Mark nodded and said;

"That's perfect! He'll..."

"Win if you don't stop feeling bad for yourself Mark." I interrupted. "Everything I said means nothing if you let yourself get put away. Max may suffer, but so will you, and then he gets to be a victim."

"No," Mark shook his head. "He can't win! He needs to be the only one suffering."

"Then fight Mark!" I snapped at him and, grabbing his shoulders, looked him in the eye and said;

"I stopped you from killing him Mark. I lied to the cops to give you a chance. I got Alex and he got his lawyer. The rest is up to you Mark; your destiny is in your hands."

I leaned away from him and gave him the last of what I had;

"You're the best of the best Mark. You're beautiful, you're strong, and you're intelligent. You're going to have everything you want in life aren't you?"

"Oh yes."

"That's right Mark you're going to have it all and you know why?"

"Because..." Mark started but I beat him to it.

"Because my beautiful little brother takes what he wants doesn't he?"

"Oh yes." Mark whispered and, as he did his eyes left my face to find, and linger, on my small well shaped tits.

As I looked at Mark, I felt my heart beat faster and my breath pick up. I was as excited to see him looking like himself, as I was knowing that in minutes, my beautiful little brother was going to be exactly where he belonged, in his sister's arms as well as her hot needy little pussy.

"And what does my little brother want to take right now?" I asked softly and, raising my hands, once again presented my tits to him. "Is it his sexy big sister?"

Mark's answer was to lean forward and, with a desperate sounding moan that made my pussy flow, fasten his mouth onto my left nipple.

"Oh yeah baby," I cooed, running my nails through his thick black hair. "Come take what you need, it's all yours Mark, your big sister's pussy, your favorite pussy is right here."

I let out a sigh of contentment as Mark wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me tightly to him. Sliding his lips across my sweaty flesh, Mark sucked my right nipple into his mouth, and I arched my back, shoving it hard against his lips. Mark's breath hissed between his teeth and he pulled his face back. I looked down to see him lick his upper lip. I had forgotten about the stitches in his mouth. Not wanting him to be self-conscious I pulled his face up to mine and gently kissed him. Once again Mark let out a whimper that told me how much he had missed, and needed, his sister's touch.

Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I pulled Mark into my embrace, as I continued to softly caress his lips with my tongue before sliding it gently into his mouth. Mark put his arms around me and...

We both cried out as Mark's cast hit me in the back of the head causing my lips to smash into his. Mark pulled away and instantly turned his head away in embarrassment.

"I...I'm sorry Megan I... I told you forget it I..."

I had paused while he was talking, to lick my lips and try to decide if the blood I tasted was from his mouth or mine. Sucking on the inside of my lip told me it was mine. Leaning over, and putting my arm around his shoulder, I said;

"Hey Mark's it's okay baby."

Mark looked at me and, as I leaned in to kiss his cheek, I caught a glimpse of the two of us in the mirror. I winced at the thought that we were far from beautiful at the moment. Mark looked like, well like he had taken a hell of a beaten, and I looked like the strung out mess that I was. But that didn't matter right now. I had meant what I said; my brother would never be anything less than beautiful to me. God only knows he had always made me feel that way no matter how bad off I had been over the last couple of years. On that note, I lifted Mark's face to mine, and after giving him a very soft kiss, whispered;

"How about you just lie back Mark and let your loving big sister take good care of you."

Before he could respond, I pushed him lightly on the shoulder as I kissed him again. Mark didn't resist as I leaned in and, using my body against his, eased him onto his back on the bed. I sat back and, after working my skimpy black panties over my hips, laid on my back and, lifting my legs straight up, worked my panties up to me knees. I waited a minute so Mark would get a good look at my wet pink pussy peeking out at him from between my creamy thighs, then bending my knees, slipped the panties off.

Sitting back up, I smiled at the look of absolute desire on Mark's face, as indeed his eyes were glued between my legs. Opening my legs I reached down and, using two fingers, slowly slid them through my soft wet lips spreading them open.

"Ohhh Megan." Mark whispered;

The lust in his voice, coupled with the feeling of my fingers caressing my pussy, caused me to moan softly and, lightly teasing my clit, I said;

"Oh how I love it when you moan my name little brother."

Mark went to sit back up, but I quickly put my left foot up on his chest, holding him there.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 28



"Stay right there baby," I told him. "I told you you're... ohhhh."

I let out a long groan as, grabbing my ankle, Mark lifted my foot up and begun to suck on my toes. I watched with my pussy all but gushing as he worked them into his mouth one at a time and slowly swirled his soft tongue around them. As good as it felt however, I really did want him to lie back and let his big sister be good to him. Pulling my foot from his mouth, I pushed it against his shoulder. Taking his cue, Mark lied back, but kept his eyes locked onto my pussy. I gave myself a couple of more long strokes with my fingers that sent a shiver through my body. Sitting up onto my hands and knees I crawled over next to Mark.

Smiling down at him, I bent my head, and gave him a long kiss. As I gently slid my lips across his, being careful to stay more towards his right side, I swung my leg over his hips and sliding my face down, nuzzled into him and began to kiss the soft flesh of his neck. Mark moaned and started to bring his left arm up again. Catching his arm just above the cast, I gently pushed his hand back down onto the bed, and said softly in his ear;

"Let me baby, just leave it all up to me."

Placing my mouth back on his neck I started sucking gently, enough to please, but not hard enough to leave any marks, Mark let out a long sigh and I felt him relax underneath of me.

"Yeah baby that's it."

I kissed his neck then, letting my weight go, I started slowly sliding down his body, kissing and licking his chest as I did. I moaned in my throat at the feeling of my nipples sliding down my brother's chest as my tits pressed into the hard muscles of his body. Mark winced slightly as I slid down his stomach, my arm brushing against his sore ribs, but then moaned as I moved past his waist and, now straddling his thigh, my wet pussy rubbed along his leg. Speaking of wet, I could practically feel myself dripping, as my lips began kissing my brother's flat stomach, and I could feel his huge cock pressing into me. Reaching his crotch I placed my mouth over the bulge in his shorts and teasingly slid my mouth up and down the length of his cock.

Propping myself up on my elbows I unsnapped his shorts then, leaning forward, looked him in the eyes as, using my teeth, I slowly pulled his zipper down. Mark wasn't wearing any underwear and, as soon as his shorts were open his huge hard cock sprang out almost hitting me in the face.

"Ooooh someone is very happy to see his big sister isn't he?" I asked, as I made a show of licking my lips.

Mark's response turned into a groan as, grabbing his cock in my right hand, I gave it a squeeze causing his precum to begin to drip from the tip of his cock down his shaft. Still looking him in the eye, I licked the length of his shaft all the way to the sensitive head and, after tonguing the tip, pulled my head back taking a trail of his sticky fluid with me.

"Ohh goddamn your face looks good next to my cock sis."

"Awww little brother," I said using, my best little girl voice, as his sticky fluid dripped down my chin. "You say the sweetest things."

Taking his cock, I turned my face to the side and, giving it another squeeze, rubbed it all over my cheek. My pussy began to drip onto my brother's thigh, and my nipples were so hard they were beginning to ache. I repeated the move with my other cheek so that my face was completely glazed with my brother's sticky precum. Looking up, and giving him a little girl pout, I whispered;

"Stic-ky!"

Unable to resist any longer, I opened my mouth and, lowering my head, took just the tip into my mouth and gave a good hard suck. Mark groaned, and his hips twitched, as I sucked again and was rewarded with a nice squirt from the tip of his cock. Opening wider, I sucked my brother's cock about half way down and, while holding it in my mouth, used my hands to start tugging at his shorts. Mark lifted his hips which, in addition to allowing me to get his shorts down also pushed his dripping prick further into his sister's eager mouth. I bobbed my head slowly up and down taking him further down each time until my lips were touching the very base of his cock. I slowly shook my head back and forth as my tongue swirled around his shaft causing Mark to moan loudly and start to slowly pump his cock in and out of my mouth.

"Hmm mmm" I groaned in encouragement as he continued to slowly fuck my mouth. I reached up and, gathering my hair in my hand, held it up. Taking his cue Mark reached down and grabbing my hair started using it to guide my mouth up and down on his cock. I moaned contentedly, loving the feeling of my mouth being completely stuffed with my brother's cock. I started to grind my hips back and forth against Mark's thigh and whimpered at how good his flesh felt on my swollen clit. 

I slid my hand down between Mark's legs and started rubbing his balls. Mark's gasped as, while continuing to play with his balls, I wrapped my other hand around the base of his shaft and started jerking him off while blowing him. Mark's hand clenched my hair, pulling it, and causing me to squeal around his cock at the sudden pain. Mark started thrusting his hips harder and faster, and I could feel his thighs beginning to tremble. Knowing he was close I reached up and, grabbing his hand, pulled it from my hair and pushed it back. Letting go of his balls, I placed my palms flat on the bed and, pushing myself up so that I was directly over his cock, I slid my mouth all the way back up until just the tip was in my mouth.

Taking a deep breath I plunged my mouth down on his cock, taking him all the way down to the point my lower lip was touching his balls.

"Ohh damn ohhh sis that..."

Mark's words turned into a series of moans as, after a brief pause, I began bobbing my head up and down as fast and hard as I could. I was sucking all the way up to the head before taking his entire ten inch plus cock back down to his balls each time. Mark's thighs were shaking harder than before and his hips were twitching faster and faster. Leaning onto one hand, I brought the other back down between his legs and, very gently tickled my long nails across his balls. With a loud cry, one that made me worry it was so loud, Mark's cock exploded in my mouth sending an enormous spurt of hot cum straight down my throat. We both moaned as I continued to slam my head up and down his spurting cock. I was eagerly swallowing every drop of cum my brother could give me while continuing to grind my incredibly wet pussy into his leg. I needed to cum so bad I was beginning to whimper. Mark let out a whimper of his own as I sucked hard on the tip of his cock taking the last few drops he had to offer. Mark let out a long sigh and I felt his entire body relax as he slumped back into the bed. Removing his cock from my mouth, I gave it a loving kiss then, looking up at him asked;

"Awww little brother did you need that?"

"Oh hell yeah." Mark breathed out as he tried to catch his breath. He paused then added;

"My big sister is always what I need."

"Hmmm that's what I like to hear baby." I said as I gave his dripping cock another squeeze.

Mark moaned softly and, looking up at him, I pouted and, in my little girl voice, asked;

"Little brother? Would you help your big sister cum? She needs to cum soooo bad."

"Let me feel it."

As he spoke Mark reached down with his right hand. I slid further up his leg until his hand slid between my legs.

"Oh yessss." I groaned as my brother's fingers slid up into my sopping wet pussy.

"Goddamn you're fucking wet." Mark exclaimed.

"That's from sucking on your beautiful cock little brother. Blowing you always gets me... ohhhhh ohhh Mark right there!"

Mark's thumb had found my cli,t and started slowly rubbing it, as his fingers began pumping in and out. My pussy was so wet his fingers were making wet sucking sounds each time he pulled them out. I moaned and, letting myself lean forward, gave Mark a long lingering tongue filled kiss as I rocked my hips back and forth onto his talented fingers. Breaking the kiss I leaned further up and, shoving my right nipple into my brother's face, moaned as he eagerly sucked it into his mouth.

"Oh yeah little brother!" I panted. "Oh look at you taking good care of your sister's pussy! Oh you are ... awww."

I let out a whimper as Mark's fingers stopped moving, and he removed his thumb from my clit.

"Oh little brother! Please don't tease me I need to..."

Mark stopped me by bringing his fingers to my lips. I immediately sucked them into my mouth loving the way my pussy tasted off of them. As I did Mark smiled up at me and said;

"I want to taste it too sis." Wagging his tongue provocatively at me he added; "Turn around."

Oh yes! I thought as, not needing to be told twice, I quickly turned myself around, and slid my legs under his arms, until I was resting my weight on his chest and stomach with my pussy poised just over his face.

"Hmmm," Mark moaned as he lightly blew on my clit, causing a shudder to go through me. "There's my favorite pussy."

"Your first pussy." I said quietly, as I rested my head on his thigh, and playfully wiggled my ass in his face.

"My sister's pussy." Mark whispered then plunged his rigid tongue straight into my hot little box.

"Ohh fuck yeah!" I groaned out; as I started rocking back and forth, helping him tongue fuck me.

As Mark's tongue continued to probe my pussy, his hand slid between us and, catching my right nipple, began to roll it gently between his finger tips. I let out a long sigh of pleasure as Mark's tongue left my pussy and, after sliding up through my soft wet lips, found, and gently swirled around my swollen clit. I let my body relax onto my brother's and, let out another soft moan of pleasure as his tongue teased it's way around my clit, and his fingers began squeezing my nipple harder. I'd had my eyes closed and, when I opened them, saw that Mark's huge semi hard cock was lying on his thigh inches from my face. Keeping my hands on his thighs I slid my head over on his thigh and, opening my mouth, placed it over the head of his cock, and gently sucked it into my warm wet mouth. 

Mark's hips twitched and he moaned into my pussy as, holding his cock in my mouth, I started swirling my tongue around it. My brother returned the favor; sucking my swollen clit into his mouth and playing his tongue across it. Moving forward, I took more of Mark's cock into my mouth. I whimpered softly as Mark slowly sucked on my clit while I enjoyed the sensation of his cock growing hard in my mouth. I angled my head off of Mark's leg to be able to take his now fully erect cock deeper into my throat. As I did, I once again caught our reflection in the mirror. I felt a surge of lust flow through my body and out of my pussy, at the sight of my brother and me lying there in a sixty nine. My fair, all but white skin, draped over his darkly tanned flesh, and his face buried in the curve of my ass. Even better than that was watching myself suck my brother's massive prick in and out of my mouth. Oh you nasty, nasty girl I thought.

I groaned around Mark's cock and began pushing back, shoving my pussy into my brother's face. Mark started sucking my clit faster and harder and I started squirming in his face even more and whimpering as I could feel myself getting ready to cum. Oh how good it was going to feel! I had needed this for days. Sensing me getting closer, Mark pushed his tongue hard against my clit swirling it in quick circles. I pushed myself even further back into his face, and bending my head, took my brother's huge dick deep down into my throat. Mark groaned into my pussy, and then sucked my clit hard into his mouth, while at the same time giving my nipple a hard pinch.

It turned out to be good timing that my mouth was full with my brother's cock. If not, the muffled squeal I let out around his hard flesh would have been an all out scream, that would have woke Alex up from three rooms away. I squealed again, and bucked my hips up and down in Mark's face, as the intense orgasm flowed through my body. My fingernails dug into Mark's thighs hard enough for him to grunt in pain but he still managed to keep his tongue on my pussy as I thrashed wildly in his face. Mark gave my nipple another savage twist and again I cried out around his huge cock. My body continued to convulse as several more incredible waves of pleasure crashed through me until, with a long whimper, I let my weight go and slumped across my brother's body. 

I removed Mark's rock hard cock from my mouth and, resting my head on his thigh, gasped for breath. Holy shit! I had cum hard. I let out a surprised giggle then moaned as Mark flicked his tongue across my ass.

"Ohhh you naughty boy." I said softly. Then grabbing his cock added; "Oooooh is this all for your big sister?"

"Oh yeah," Mark whispered. "All yours sis, always."

Mark sounded out of breath as he spoke and, as I slid off of him preparing to stay on my knees and let him fuck the shit out of me doggy style, I turned to look back at him. I was expecting him to be getting up but saw he was still lying on his back and was breathing hard.

"You okay baby?" I asked sitting up onto my knees.

"Yeah," Mark answered in between breaths.

He propped himself up on his elbows, and I was just getting ready to drop back onto all fours, when he slumped back again, and whispered;

"Megan... I'm...." He trailed off looking at me in frustration and added; "I... I'm too tired."

Of course he was I thought to myself I should have thought of that. My brother was on heavy medication and, after not having done more than go from bed, to the couch, to the shower in the last week, he had just cum incredibly hard and gotten his needy big sister off. I was getting ready to just lie down beside him, and hold him and say it was okay we would just sleep, when I glanced down and saw his cock was still semi hard.

"Do you want to Mark?" 

"I... I need you Megan," He said softly. "But I don't think I... ohhh damn!"

Mark gasped as I had bent my head to him and, once more taking his cock into my mouth, began sucking him hard again. 

"Hmm mmm!" I moaned encouragingly.

Despite the fact that Mark was worn down, his big sister's mouth and tongue were very persuasive, and within seconds his cock began to swell and I groaned at the incredible turn on of feeling my mouth fill with my brother's hard flesh. Even as part of me thought I shouldn't push him; hearing Mark say he needed me was more than I could handle and I couldn't turn him down now could I? Of course the fact that my needy little pussy was aching for its favorite cock added to that sense of urgency. I removed Mark's cock from my mouth with a loud slurping sound and turned around quickly on the bed. Mark was trying to sit up again but I pushed him back into the pillows.

"Let me baby." 

Crawling up on top of him, I straddled Mark's hips then, reaching behind me, guided his cock to the tip of my soaking wet pussy. Mark and I sighed in unison as I eased back and slowly took his long hard cock deep into my welcoming flesh. As soon as I started to slide back up Mark tried to lift his hips but I put my hands on his shoulders and, looking into his good eye, told him;

"Stay still little brother just enjoy."

Mark nodded then laid his head back on the pillow as I slid his cock almost all the way out before slowly descending onto it again. I started to rock back and forth a little quicker but making sure I went nice and easy. I had thought it would be a tease but instead I found myself enjoying the slow steady rhythm. I looked down to see Mark's eyes closed, and a look of bliss on his face, as I raised and lowered myself onto his long thick cock. As I watched, Mark's eyes opened and, giving me as much of a smile as he could, he reached up with his good arm. Mark's hand gently caressed the side of my face then sliding behind my neck pulled me down to him. Our lips met and I sighed into his mouth as our tongues played across each other. I started to slide back and forth a little further, loving the feeling of my erect nipples grazing his chest.

Mark pushed against my shoulder and I sat up a bit and whispered;

"Oh yeah little brother." As he took my right nipple on his mouth.

I picked up the pace a little more, and also started rocking from side to side, teasing each of my nipples across Mark's out stretched tongue.

"Yeah Mark? Is this what you need?" I paused to moan as Mark caught, and sucked, on the left nipple this time. "You need your sister's pussy? You need to fuck her?"

"I need my sister." Mark said softly once again reaching up and touching my face. "I... need her to..." He closed his eyes and finished so quietly I barely heard him. "I just need her to love me."

I felt myself melt as he said that and, lowering myself down, slid my arms beneath his, and hugged him tightly to me. Mark wrapped his good arm around my shoulders and I felt him gently lay his left arm across my waist and hug me back. I laid there for moment, unmoving, with my brother's cock buried to the hilt inside of me just holding him tight.

"I'll always love you little brother." I whispered in his ear.

Despite the fact we were in the middle of sex, I felt a surge of emotion go through me, as I realized how close I had come to losing him. By no means was my brother out of the woods yet but he would win now. I knew he would because he knew if he didn't we might never have this again. Turning my face to his I kissed him deeply and he returned the kiss with the same sense of urgency that I felt. I began to raise and lower my hips. Mark broke the kiss and moaned in my ear as I worked my pussy up and down on his cock. I nuzzled into his neck and, after kissing him, stayed there, loving the soft sighs Mark was making in my ear each time I lowered my pussy onto his cock.

Once again I was surprised the slow pace wasn't getting to me; normally by now the nasty girl in me would be bucking like a bronco and demanding that her little brother fuck the shit out of her. Right now however, I loved having my brother this close to me for this long. Mark had slid his legs over my calves and we were pressed so tightly together I could feel his heart beating against my chest. Mark had started moving his hips gently in rhythm with mine and the two of us were moving in perfect harmony. Comfortable lovers, each one enjoying every inch of the other's body. 

I noticed Mark had begun to breath heavier in my ear and his hips were starting to thrust harder into my descending pussy. I raised myself a little higher and came down faster on his cock. Mark squeezed me tighter and gasped as, I kept his cock buried in my pussy, and wiggled my hips into him. I held him there for a moment then started bucking my hips quickly up and down his throbbing cock. Mark's body tensed up under me and he whispered;

"Oh yeah just like that Meg, oh please don't stop I ohhhh..."

I drove myself down on top of him and, squeezing my waist tightly, Mark thrust up into me and let out a long loud moan as his cock convulsed sending a long hot stream of cum deep inside of me. Mark started to try to push up but I leaned into him, holding him down, and grinding my hips down into his twitching cock. Each time I pushed down, I was rewarded with both another squirt of cum, and one of those desperate little whimpers Mark always made for his sister when he came for her. Mark stopped moving and, pushing him deep up inside me, I squeezed my pussy around his cock, milking the last couple of drops of cum out of his cock. and into my thirsty little pussy.

"Yeah baby," I whispered stroking his hair. "There you go give it all to me."

"Ohhhh Megan." Mark moaned in my ear.

I turned my head and, after kissing him, slid down enough to rest my head on his chest. I could hear Mark's heart beating in my ear and I found myself hugging him even tighter. We stayed like that for awhile; just holding each other and enjoying the closeness we had so desperately needed. I let out a contented sigh as Mark started running his fingers through my hair, and moaned softly at the feeling of my brother's cock growing soft within me. Mark's hand stopped moving and I could tell by his breathing he was asleep. I felt my own eyes growing heavy as, for the first time in two weeks, I felt completely relaxed and safe. 




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 28



Forcing myself to get up, I rolled off of Mark who instantly woke up;

"You're not leaving are you?" He asked trying to sit up.

"Of course not." I said pushing him back down. "I'm going to set the alarm so I can slip out before Alex gets up."

"Oh okay." Mark whispered sounding as if he were already falling back to sleep.

I set the alarm, and then rolling over, saw that Mark was laying on his side waiting for me. I smiled and slid up into him so that my back was against his chest. Mark gently put his injured arm around me as I rested my head on his other arm. Mark squeezed me tight and said;

"I needed this sis I really did."

"I know you did little brother. Now let's get some sleep. Tomorrow you're going to start working with Murdock and get out of this. Promise me Mark." I reached out and squeezed his hand. "I... I've been straight since this started and I won't be able to stay that way without you."

I knew that was a bit of a dirty trick but knew it would work and, in all honestly I wasn't lying, if anything ever happened to my brother I wouldn't make it. I knew I wouldn't.

"I'll never leave you sis," Mark said kissing the top of my head. "Promise."

"Good night my beautiful little brother." I said quietly then smiled as my only answer was his deep steady breathing in my ear.

I closed my eyes and felt sleep coming for me as well. I could already feel that things would be okay. With Mark was back to normal. He would get himself out of this and everything would be fine. Mark's apartment was trashed and I found myself smiling at the thought that maybe he would go stay back with the folks for awhile and I would as well. The last image in my mind before I fell asleep was of those amazing mornings waking up together in my old bedroom when we were younger and just beginning to enjoy our forbidden passion.

I woke to the alarm and groaned; I had slept so well, and my brother felt so good next to me. I reached out, pulling away from Mark, and after hitting the alarm, couldn't resist leaning back into my brother's warm body. I stayed there for a few minutes, enjoying the comfort of Mark's embrace, and wishing I could stay here all day. Finally, afraid I would fall back to sleep, I carefully slid away from Mark and started to sit up. I let out a startled yelp, as Mark's hand caught me by my arm, and pulled me back into him.

"Where you going in such a hurry sis?" Mark asked in my ear.

"It's after five little brother." I began. "You go back to sleep I have to ..oh damn."

Mark had pushed his hips up against me and I could feel his hard cock pressing into my ass. I started to try to slide away, to roll over, but Mark's left arm encircled my waist holding my back up against his chest.

"Mark." I said trying to sound convincing. "I have to get going and you need to.... Ohhhh... so not fair!" I groaned out as Mark's right arm reached up from under my arm, and started playing with my left nipple.

I was going to try once more, but didn't even get started this time, as Mark started to pump his hips, sliding his hot hard flesh through the crack of my ass. After several pumps I could feel my ass getting wet from his precum. Mark pushed his left leg between my knees and bending his leg spread mine open.

"Ohhh you are so bad." I whispered.

I lolled my head back against his chest and moaned as Mark pushed his cock between my legs and was now sliding it through the soft wet lips of my pussy. Mark slid his cock all the way up and I let out a sharp hiss as the head of his cock pushed against my sensitive clit. Mark started lightly twisting my nipple then, sliding his cock back down, entered me in one long smooth thrust. Mark groaned in my ear and we both sighed as he started to slowly pump his cock in and out of my pussy. I reached down with my left hand and cupping my brother's balls began to rub them as he fucked me.

"Hmmm ohhh that feels good sis."

"Me too?" I asked in my little girl voice.

Mark went to reach around with his left hand, then stopped when he remembered the cast on his hand. His right hand left my nipple and started to slide down my stomach before stopping. 

"I can't reach." He said in my ear. "I'll..."

"Hmm no just like this." I told him.

Grabbing his right hand I placed it back on my tit and, sliding my right hand down, spread my pussy open and started to stroke my clit with my finger.

"Sorry sis..." Mark started but I laughed softly and said;

"You can make it up to me tonight."

"Yeah you coming back?" Mark asked then moaned as I started rubbing his balls harder and faster.

"Depends." I started then stopped to let out a yelp as Mark reared back and slammed his cock hard and deep into my pussy. "If you play nice with Murdock I'll make sure I do."

"Ohhh black mail?" Mark asked.

"Whatever works I... Ow!!" I yelped as Mark pinched my nipple hard. "Ohhh you are getting back to yourself aren't you little brother?"

"Damn straight." Mark hissed in my ear. "I take what I want and I'm starting today by taking my nasty sister's hot little pussy!"

I moaned as much from hearing Mark sound like himself, as from the way his cock was driving into me harder and faster. I was facing the alarm clock and saw it was almost 5:30.

"Then take it little brother!" I told him. "Take it hard and fast!"

I leaned my head back and, tilting it up kissed his neck, then going further up, caught his earlobe between my teeth and bit down on it. Mark grunted in pain then, lifting his leg to spread my legs further, reared back and started fucking the shit out of me. Pulling his cock close to all the way out before slamming back home into his sister's more than willing pussy. I draped my long leg over his, spreading myself even wider, and sped my finger up on my swollen clit rubbing it hard and fast. My brother's cock was pounding into me so hard I had to put my face down into his arm to muffle the high pitched yelps that were escaping me with every thrust.

"Look at us." Mark said softly.

Turning my head so that my cheek rested on my arm, I looked in the mirror over the bureau. I felt my pussy begin to gush around my brother's cock and could feel my clit respond as well to the sight of the two of us fucking. The way my legs were spread gave a full view of not only Mark's long thick cock sliding in and out of my smooth pink pussy, but also of my long red nail stroking my clit as my other hand massaged his balls. Mark's arm above the cast looked amazing; his tanned flesh around my ivory skin, and I could see his muscles bulging even under the enormous four horsemen tattoo. My long black hair was across my tits but I could still see Mark's fingers on my pink nipple.

"Oh look at us," I gasped, as my finger blurred across my clit, and Mark continued to fuck the shit of me. "Ohhh yeah that's right Mark we break the rules don't we? That's right little brother your big sister knew she had to have you didn't she? Have you before any other girl. Make this your first pussy I...ohhhhhh"

Mark gave my nipple a savage twist and, throwing my head back, I let out a loud cry as my orgasm slammed into me. Mark immediately bent his elbow, covering my mouth with his forearm. I cried out again into his arm and arching my back into him started to slam my hips wildly onto his cock. Mark groaned in my ear and started fucking me even harder. I stopped rubbing his balls and, sliding my hand up wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft, and started jerking him off as he fucked me. Mark gasped then buried his head into my neck and let out a long loud groan as his cock went off; spraying his hot cum into his big sister's convulsing pussy. 

I had still been playing with my clit and the feel of that first hot spurt of cum going deep inside of me sent a second orgasm smashing through me. It wasn't just cum I thought, as once again I screamed into Mark's arm. It was my brother's cum and oh how I loved the thought of that as he continued painting the insides of his sister's pussy. The last waves of pleasure flowed through me and I slumped back into Mark. I couldn't help but giggle as with one more pump Mark emitted that adorable little whimper into my ear.

"Awww little brother." I said laughing again.

"Don't make fun." Mark said although he couldn't help laughing either.

I rolled over onto my side to face him and gave him a huge smile. How good it was to hear him laugh. Mark had rolled over onto his back and although he was smiling was panting and looked tired. I leaned over and after kissing his cheek said;

"Go back to sleep Mark okay?"

Mark nodded and rolled over onto his stomach. I smiled and, taking the hint, sat on the bed and rubbed his back. Within minutes he had fallen back to sleep. Despite the fact that all I wanted to do was crawl back into bed with him I forced myself to get out of bed. Finding my panties I slipped them on then, putting the robe back on I tied it loosely around my waist and went to leave. I turned back at the door and watched Mark sleep for a minute. I felt better than I had in days and Mark already seemed a hundred percent better this morning. As always we were just what the other needed. 

Sighing happily, I opened the door, stepping through while still looking back at my brother. I pulled the door closed behind me and as I turned let out a started cry.

Alex was standing there. Not just as if he were walking by, but only a couple of feet in front of the door, as if he had been standing there. I stood there speechless, trying to catch my breath and think; had he been there long? My stomach sank as I remembered how loud I had been minutes ago. Alex didn't say anything at first which made it worse and his expression was unreadable. Finally I gave a nervous laugh and said;

"Sorry you kinda scared me."

"I can see that." Alex said softly, and then grinned a little. "You seem jumpy."

"Yeah a little." I gave another laugh that to me sounded way to forced then shrugged and said;

"Well umm good morning."

Alex nodded and said;

"Yeah I'd say." Before I could respond, the grin turned into a smirk, and he added; "Sounded like a real good morning."



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 29



Authors note; Okay couple of things; first off sorry for the delay in between chapters but I had a good reason and we will get to that in a minute. As for Chapter 29 this was going to be one extremely long chapter and I decided to split it into another chapter, good thing there is 30 is partially written and there should not be much of a wait there. As for this chapter as I have said before I get quite a thrill out of the fact many people are reading SWB for the storyline and not the sex. In fact I have gotten several comments recently that the sex gets in the way of the story! I will take that any day. Well keeping that in mind this chapter is very story driven so to speak as we deal not only with Mark's trying to dodge an attempted murder charge but Alex possibly knowing of Mark and Megan's relationship. Okay enough about the chapter. Now for the next thing. When you are done reading SWB 29 please go to my homepage here on lit for a MAJOR AND I MEAN MAJOR announcement. This is part of the reason my last chapters have had a bit of a delay but I feel it is more than worth it and hopefully you will as well. So please don't forget to check!

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"Please don't say anything Alex please!" I begged practically in tears as Alex stood before me grinning like a kid on Christmas day.

"I always knew you two were just a little too close." Alex said softly, ignoring my pleas. "And that you were both a little fucked in the head. But I have to tell you Megan," At this he laughed "I really never thought you and Mark were this close or this sick."

"Alex please." I whispered my eyes filling up. "Y-you can't say anything! Not even to Mark! He's been through enough and if he..."

"Yeah Megan?" Alex asked smirking "You want me to keep quiet?"

"Yes I..."

I stopped as Alex raised his hand, putting his finger to my lips.

"Well I suppose maybe we could work something out." His smirk turned even nastier. "Maybe you could show me what you were doing in there just now."

Alex pushed his finger against my lips. Taking his meaning I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest and opened my mouth. Alex pushed his finger in, and closing my lips around it I started gently sucking on it while swirling my tongue across it. Alex smiled broadly;

"Yeah that's right Megan you know what I want, and what the hell, wouldn't be the first time your brother and I swam in the pool so to speak." With that Alex reached out and grabbing my left tit through my robe gave my nipple a hard pinch. I let out a gasp around his finger but continued to tongue it.

"Good girl Megan." Alex said staring into my eyes.

Alex's dazzling blue eyes were brighter than ever and I noticed he was breathing heavier. He was excited and as he pulled his finger from my mouth and reaching down took my hand, I felt my stomach start to twist. Mark had told me stories about Alex. On the surface Alex was a smooth charming playboy, but according to my brother, in the bedroom he was as hardcore as Mark, rough, degrading and totally dominate. 

Alex walked past me and tugged on my hand. With my head down, and my stomach in knots, I allowed him to lead me towards his bedroom. I told myself I could do this. Let him take me; have his way with me, as long as I could get his word he wouldn't tell. As we walked out of the living room we passed the fully stocked bar. That was it. Take a few swigs of whatever he had, try to relax, let the alcohol numb me. I stopped causing Alex to turn and look at me.

"C'mon Alex lets grab a bottle and really party." I said then gave him what I hoped was a sexy smile. I winked at him. "I mean you have waited a long time."

Alex smiled back at me.

"I have waited for this Megan," The smile turned cold. "For a chance to put you in your place, treat you like the trashy little fucking skank you are." He looked at the bar and shook his head. "No drink my little whore." The smirk returned. "Oh no, you are going to feel and remember every bit of this. I'll make sure of it."

Alex turned and yanked on my hand so hard I almost fell into him. When we reached his room Alex opened the door and stood aside. I took a deep breath and slowly walked in past him. I yelped in surprise, as the second I passed him, Alex shoved me in the back sending me staggering into his room. I turned quickly to see Alex close the door and my heart skipped a beat as I heard him thumb the lock. Alex stepped towards me removing his shirt as he did. As he tossed it aside I stared at his powerful chest and arms. 

I took an involuntary step backwards, and found myself wanting to scream my brother's name. Have him come running in and stop this. No. Alex had found us out. Letting him have his fun was the only way out. Alex was a notorious game player but always kept his word. He would have his way and Mark would never know. My brother could never know, if he ever found out he would go after Alex, who new Mark was guilty and could destroy him in a heartbeat. In an instant I knew that Alex already knew everything that was running through my head, knew I had no choice.

"Take off the robe." Alex said simply.

"Yes sir." I said softly knowing this was what he liked.

Alex smiled as I undid the robe and let it drop, leaving me standing before him in just a pair of skimpy black panties.

"Yes sir?" He repeated. "Oh that's nice." He grinned. "You and your brother play like that? Are you your brother's little pet Megan?"

I didn't answer ,I just stood there with my head down and my legs feeling like they were ready to give way. Alex stepped up to me, and taking my tits in his hands, began to fondle them.

"Little small but not bad." Alex said then laughed. "Judging by Krissy and Cynthia I figured Mark liked big tits, but then again, I guess they're more fun when they're your sisters." 

Alex pinched both my nipples and I let out a loud yelp that made him laugh.

"Please don't be rough Alex." I said softly.

"No?" Alex asked, removing his hands from my chest. "And how should I be?"

"We could just have fun Alex." I said, and stepping up to him, put my hands on his muscular chest and lightly ran my fingers down it. Leaning in I kissed his neck and whispered. "We could just take our time and go nice and slow."

I leaned against him and started rocking back and forth, sliding my nipples across his chest. Despite the fact I was scared the contact caused my nipples to get hard and I let out what I hoped sounded like a sigh of pleasure.

"You can just lie back and I'll....Owww!"

I cried out as grabbing a handful of my hair Alex pulled me from him.

"If I want to have a good time and play Megan, a drugged out slut like you wouldn't be my choice. Now get down on your fucking knees and do what you're here for!"

I stayed where I was taken aback by how harsh he had said it, and more than a little angry at being spoken to like that. Seeing my hesitation Alex shook his head and shrugged.

"Hey you don't want to then don't." He sighed. "Wonder what the look on your mothers face is going to be when she..."

Before he could finish the sentence I obediently dropped to my knees, and reaching out, undid the snap of his jeans.

"That's better." Alex said as I pulled his zipper down.

Alex wasn't wearing underwear, and as soon as I had his zipper down, I reached in, my hand trembling and pulled his cock out. Alex's cock was huge, not as big as my brother's but the biggest I'd seen aside from it. Licking my dry lips I started pumping his cock with my hand trying to get up the nerve to do what he wanted.

"I could give myself a handjob Megan." He said, and reaching down gave my nipple a hard pinch. "Stop playing and suck my fucking cock."

Closing my eyes, I leaned forward ,and opening my mouth slowly took Alex's cock into it. I took about half of his length down, and then started slowly bobbing my head up and down.

"Hmmm" Alex sighed. "There you go Megan, I knew you were good for something."

Ignoring him, I pressed my tongue to his shaft as I slid him in and ou,t and continued to use my hand so I was jerking him off as well as blowing him. I picked up the pace sucking him faster and harder wondering if I could just get away with blowing him. The thought of how hard he could fuck me with this huge cock was not a pleasant one. Opening my mouth wider I slid forward taking him all the way down to his balls. Alex moaned and started slowly rocking his hips into my mouth in rhythm with my sucking.

"That's it Megan just like that. See not so bad." He let out an evil chuckle. "Just like your sucking for a fix in an alley."

Resisting the urge to bite down on his cock, and see if he thought that was funny, I increased my efforts, sucking even faster taking him all the way each time.

"Faster." Alex said.

I was going as fast as I could. I was used to my brother's freakishly large cock, so had no trouble taking Alex all the way, but could still only suck so fast without gagging.

"Oh for Christ's sake I'll just do it myself!" Alex snapped.

I let out a squeal around his cock as, grabbing my head between his large hands, Alex started brutally fucking my mouth. I almost gagged, and started to pull back, but Alex held my head and continued to slam his cock in and out of my mouth. I let out a whimper as I could feel that old anxiety coming on. It's not like Mark hadn't face fucked me harder than this, but he was my brother, he would never hurt me. I had never let anyone else be rough with me. The only other time I had ever had it shoved in my mouth was when I was a little girl and ....

I let out a sob around Alex's cock, and realized there were tears in my eyes as I envisioned Frank holding me down on my knees. I closed my eyes, and pushed the thought away as best I could, praying for Alex to cum.

"Oh don't even pretend you don't like it you fucking slut!" Alex snapped as he continued to bury his cock to the hilt in my face. "Oh I'm sorry, maybe it's only fun if it's your brother's cock your sucking, is that it?"

My answer was to reach out and, grabbing his balls, begin to stroke them with my nails trying to get him off. Alex suddenly pulled his cock from my mouth, and stepped back so suddenly I fell to my hands and knees gasping for breath.

"Yeah, like I'd cum in that filthy fucking mouth of yours." Alex shook his head in disgust. "Bad enough I stuck it where half the dealers in the state have."

I went to sit back up on my knees, but Alex put his hand on my back, holding me where I was.

"Stay down like a good little doggy." He sneered.

I let out a groan of fear as he walked around, and got down on his knees behind me. Oh no, I thought, oh not like this I...

"Oh God!!" I cried out as, with no hesitation, Alex pulled my panties to the side, grabbed my hips and slammed into me, plunging the full length of his cock into my unwilling pussy.

"Fuck you're not even wet!" Alex snapped. "What do I have to do to get you hot? Call you sis?"

"Alex please..." I gasped out as he started to roughly thrust his cock in and out of me. "Oh please go easy with me! I... ohhh" 

I moaned in pain as Alex began fucking me harder and faster. Worse than the pain however was the image of being a little girl face down on the bed...

"Oh stop Alex please!" I cried out loudly.

"Shut up and take it you little bitch!" Alex snapped, as he dealt me a vicious slap across my ass. "And stop yelling! I'd hate for your brother to come in here and see this wouldn't you?"

I moaned, and burying my face into the carpet, began to cry as Alex continued his relentless assault on my already sore pussy. Squinting my eyes shut I tried to envision the forest I had created in my mind when I was a little girl. The place I used to run to when Frank was at me.

"That's better." Alex said behind me as he continued to fuck me. "Where's your little smart ass comments now slut? Nothing without your brother are you? Speaking of, I don't know why you're screaming I'm sure Mark gives it to you like this all the time doesn't he?"

I didn't answer ,but yelped into the carpet, as Alex slapped my ass. I did cry out again however, as grabbing my hair, Alex yanked my head up off the floor.

"Say it! Tell me you love your brother fucking you! I want to hear it!" Alex demanded slapping my ass again even harder this time.

Willing to do anything to just make this end I said softly;

"I.. I love it when my brother has sex with me I..ow!" Another slap

"I want to fucking hear it!"

With that Alex leaned back on his knees pulling me back with him and driving his cock into me even harder and deeper.

"Oh! Oh yes I love it!!" I yelled. "I love it when Mark fucks me! I love it when my little brother shoves his big fucking cock into his sister's pussy I ohhhh!"

I groaned as Alex let go of my hair and shoved me back into the floor.

"Oh yeah that sounded good Megan. Almost as good as those little noises you're making." He laughed. "But let me tell you something bitch, if you think I'm making you squeal now, just wait. Because now I'm going to give you what you really need."

Alex stopped fucking me and slid his cock out of my pussy. I lied there panting wondering what he was going to do.

"Oh yeah Megan it's time for you to really scream for me."

A second after he said it, I felt Alex push his cock against my ass.

"Nooo!!!" I screamed as loud as I could and tried to crawl away. 

I screamed again, as Alex grabbed my hips and effortlessly pulled me back.

"Stop screaming and get back here you little fucking skank!" Alex yelled. 

I knew it was Alex, but the voice I had heard had been Franks. Once again I felt the head of his cock against my ass.

"Mark!!!!" I yelled as loud as I could.

"Go ahead scream your brother's name!" Alex snarled. "Just like you do when he fucks you, you sick fucking pig!"

With that Alex shoved his cock into my ass

"Mark!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I sat up in bed.

I looked around wildly, my heart feeling as if it was going to pound through my chest. I had to get into the bathroom, lock myself in, and then go into Mark's room through the other side. Where were mom and dad? My mind raced in circles as I desperately tried to figure out where I was. I started to slide out of the bed to go check and see if the door was locked and screamed when I felt a hand grab my arm.

"Megan! It's okay I...Ow!!"

I instantly lashed back with my elbow and felt it connect solidly. I immediately tried to pull forward, when I was grabbed again, but this time around the waist. Before I could cry out again I heard my name again, but softly in my ear and realized it was my brother's voice.

"Megan, easy sis, it's just me you're okay."

Gasping, I rolled myself over onto my side, and instantly threw my arms around Mark. Who drew me tightly into his chest with his left arm while his right hand slid up my neck and began stroking my long black hair. I let out a sob of relief and nuzzled my face into his neck as I tried to shake off the effects of the nightmare.

"Shhhh I got you Meg, its okay no one's going to hurt you."

I took several long deep breaths then, pulling away from Mark, I looked up at him, and as my senses completely returned to me, I realized that he had not been here when I had gone to sleep.

"When did you come in here?" I asked softly.

"A couple of hours ago." Mark answered, his hand lightly caressing my right cheek, then my left, gently wiping the tears from my face. "You were sound asleep so I just got in next to you. I didn't put my arm around you because I didn't want to wake you up."

"But Alex..." I started.

"He was in bed I came in at one."

I looked at the clock and saw it was twelve thirty. Of course Alex was in bed. Ever since last week, when he had caught me outside Mark's bedroom, he had suddenly been going to bed earlier and earlier. Giving Mark and I more chances to be together so he could catch us, prove what I was sure he already knew; that Mark and I were lovers.

"Mark you have to leave." I told him sitting up.

"Why?" Mark asked, also sitting up, and facing me. Taking my hand in his good one he brought it to his lips and kissed it. "He didn't hear me go past his room and..."

"He knows Mark!" I hissed at him. "He's giving us the chance so he can catch us in the act!"

"He doesn't know sis." Mark answered calmly. "I'm telling you that if he knew he'd have just point blank come out and said it."

I shook my head.

"That wouldn't be as much fun as catching us Mark. He knows, he just wants to make us sweat it."

"Megan listen..."

"No Mark, you listen!" I snapped. Mark didn't seem to be taking this seriously at all. I couldn't understand why he was so calm. "He fucking knows! Every time he looks at me he gives me that fucking smirk and he keeps making little cracks, he's been doing it all week!"

"Okay Meg," Mark said resting his hand on my shoulder. "He thinks he knows, but he's not sure so he's fishing, looking for you to get nervous..."

"C'mon Mark!" I shook my head at him. "You heard him the other night; 'I have to tell you I think it's wonderful how close you guys are, as a matter of fact I've never seen a closer brother and sister.' Christ Mark, he was all but laughing when he said it!"

"Sis look..."

"And did you hear him last night Mark? Once Murdock said he was going to ask you some random questions today at the polygraph test, Alex said a half a dozen fucking times that he's going to find out all kinds of fun things about you." I let out a panicked sob. "Christ Mark he's going to ask about us I know he is!"

"Not in front of Murdock he won't" Mark said. "Look sis even if he knows he won't say anything to anyone else it will just be one of those dirty little secrets that he gets a kick out of and..."

"But we can't let anyone know Mark!! What if he slips, or what if you piss him off someday and he whips it out on you? You're going to be a lawyer Mark if..." I stopped and added; "If you get out of this."

"There's no if's sis." Mark said and gave me a reassuring smile. "I've got this. Its Max's fucking word against mine. Let's face it sis, that prick was in my apartment coming to get me. No one ever heard our conversations Megan. The only reason I'm even the defendant is because I got the better of his fat ass and almost killed him." Mark looked down for a minute and when he looked up he was smirking. "Self defense of course."

"Mark the test! You're going to take a lie detector test!"

"I know sis, I volunteered to the judge remember?"

"And Murdock told you not to Mark!" I started to cry again. 

I was overwhelmed. Between the fact that Alex either knew, or was going to know our secret, combined with the fact my brother's future rested on a test that both Murdock and Alex told him to refuse I could feel myself breaking down again. Oh how I needed a drink! Alex had a fully stocked bar right there in the living room and last night it had taken everything I had to not go out there and sneak a bottle back into my room. Instead I had simply lied there and thought of my brother and how it was my problems that had gotten him into this mess in the first place. I had begun to cry and apparently had cried myself to sleep. Then that nightmare...

"I told you not to worry about that sis." Mark said soothingly cutting into my thoughts. "It's going to be just fine you just have to trust me... sis?"

Mark stopped as the tears began flowing again, and with another loud sob, I fell back into his arms.

"Oh God Mark!!" I cried into his ear. "I... I can't lose you little brother!!"

"You won't Megan..." Mark started as he once again held me close to him. "I'm going to..."

"Oh Mark it's all my fault!" I cut him off, all but wailing in his ear.

For the last three weeks, from the time I had walked into Mark's apartment with the police, up until now I had been able to hold it together in front of Mark. I needed to be strong for him and had done the best I could, but now on the heels of that terrible dream, I finally unraveled and everything hit me at once. The guilt, the cravings, Alex knowing our secret, and most importantly, Mark's future hanging on the results of a test he couldn't possibly pass.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 29



"Meg calm down." Mark began, but it was all coming out now.

"It's all me Mark!! If I didn't steal from you, you would have never found Max!! And now it's even worse! Alex caught us because I went into your room and then acted like an idiot when he caught me!!" I let out a series of sobs that were so hard they hurt my chest before continuing; "And I'm scared for you Mark! Oh little brother what if they don't believe you? And then ohhh the dream I just had! I...ohhhh." 

I moaned into Mark's neck and just let loose with more gut wrenching sobs. Mark remained silent just holding me and gently rubbing my back. After several minutes the sobs lessened and I started getting some control back. When I stopped and was just lying limply in his arms. Mark asked;

"Do you want to tell me about the dream sis? Maybe it'll help?"

Taking a deep breath, I haltingly described the dream to him. When I got to the end about Frank I broke down again, and I felt Mark tense up. Ever since my brother had known what I had gone through any mention of Frank would get him angry. Before I had found out that Frank had died in prison Mark had always said that the day they let him out he would kill him. I used to think it was just something said in anger, but seeing what Mark had to Max made me thankful Frank had passed away, Mark hadn't been kidding. When I had finished Mark held me away from him so he could look at me and said;

"It's just a dream Meg, I mean Alex would never act like that he would never hurt you."

"It's the things he was saying Mark." I said sadly. "It...It's how he really feels about me! He thinks I'm just a drugged out whore and..." I sobbed again. "He...he's right Mark I've done it! I've fucked guys for it I... I just" I put my head down. "Needed it so bad and didn't have money and..."

"Enough sis." Mark said softly. "You'll get better..."

"And look at me now Mark! I'm a fucking mess! You...you need me and here I am balling like a fucking baby and you're holding me! I'm supposed to be helping you and..." I put my head down. "You don't need me Mark I'm only making..."

"Hey you listen to me Megan." Mark said grabbing my shoulder with his good hand. "First off, Alex has made some cracks before, but he comes from money Megan, he doesn't have a fucking clue where we come from or what we've been through so ignore him."

"He's still right." I said softly. "And Max..."

Mark stopped me with his finger to my lips. Then, taking a deep breath and looking me in the eyes started to speak;

"Max was fate sis. I was meant to find him and have my revenge Megan and, I'm going to complete that revenge by walking away scot free, and having everything I've always wanted while he walks with a fucking cane the rest of his life. And my sister?"

Mark gave me a smile.

"That future you keep saying I'll have." He took my chin and tilted my face up to his. "I would have never had the chance without you Megan. You saved me when I was younger sis. You really did. They were going to dope me up and put me in a training school and Doug and Denise wouldn't have gotten through to me. You've always been there."

At this point Mark drew me into his embrace again and began talking softly in my ear.

"I do need you Megan, and you have been here sis. You talked me down at my place and I know you were scared as hell and you did it anyway. You lied to the cops Meg, your story gave me a chance. Hell Alex even told me he wasn't going to help until he saw how upset you were and told him all the things Max did to me. I'd be in jail waiting for the hearing with a public defender if it wasn't for you sis." He squeezed me tighter and added; "Or still in the looney bin like our father."

I started to shake my head into his neck. I had done those things but it should have never come down to it. I was going to say that when Mark sighed and said;

"And most importantly." Mark paused and kissed my tear streaked cheek. "You gave me exactly what I needed a few nights ago sis." He kissed my cheek again. "You."

"Me?" I asked lifting my head to look at him.

"Yes sis you. I needed to be with you Megan. I needed to feel your body and how much you care and to have you hold me." He swallowed hard and I could see the emotions finally catching up with him. "I...I was going to give up Megan I really was but you felt so good" He gave me that little smile that I always loved and kept going;

"We felt so good together Megan it's like I always said were two halves of a broken whole. And if I quit I would never feel you again. And then what would happen to you?"

"You shouldn't be worried about me Mark." I said quietly. "That's the problem you need me and I'm being needy and..."

"We need each other Meg." Mark said. "Sometimes you put me together, sometimes I put you together. But sis, trust me when I tell you, that the last couple of weeks you have given me everything I needed. No?"

I looked at him, speechless that my brother could still love and need me after everything I had put him through. As Mark looked at me smiling softly I smiled back a little which caused his to widen. In the last week Mark had healed quite a bit, his left eye looked normal and almost all of the bruising and swelling was gone from his face. Even his hand was doing much better, now only in a thin half cast held on by ace bandages. I felt the tears welling up again but this time it was a different emotion, not fear or self loathing but affection for my brother, who was truly everything to me. Not trusting my voice I whispered;

"I do need you my beautiful brother."

Mark leaned over, and when our faces were inches apart, whispered;

"Then let your little brother give you what you need."

Before I could respond, Mark's lips met mine in a gentle kiss that caused me to whimper in my throat. Oh how good that felt! I eagerly returned the kiss and moaned again as, reaching behind my head; Mark slid his hand up through my hair. I closed my eyes as I opened my mouth and allowed my brother's tongue to slide in and caress mine. I had just started to wrap my arms around his shoulders when I remembered where we were, and what was going on. I put my hands flat against Mark's bare chest and pushed him away.

"Mark we can't!" I told him. "Alex could be out there right now." I added in a whisper

"Oh for Christ's sake sis," Mark said rolling his eyes. "He's not. I'm telling you don't worry about it."

"But..."

"Look Meg, I'm telling you he doesn't know and if he does then why stop now?" Mark shrugged. "Hell I've been slipping in here almost every night since you think he caught us."

"And I keep telling you not to!" I pointed out. The last two nights I had refused sex, not wanting to take any chances. Mark had gone along with it, content to simply lie there with his arms around me. Seeing Mark had snuck in and simply slipped into bed next to me told me he would have been willing to do the same tonight as well. After my nightmare however, Mark knew damn well what I needed and, was unselfishly willing to take one for the team and fuck his big sister back to sleep. It's not that I didn't need exactly that, but...

"Mark," I sighed. "If he doesn't already know he will. I'm telling you he's going to ask something at the test."

As I spoke, Mark had unwrapped the ace bandage that held the cast, and was now gingerly sliding it off. Underneath his wrist was heavily taped, but he was moving his fingers fairly easily. All the better to touch his sister I thought.

"And I'm telling you to trust me sis." Mark said, and taking my face in his hands, leaned close to me, and whispered; "Please just trust me, there's a reason I agreed to this test and that's all I can say."

"Mark I... hmmm" 

Mark had leaned back in and kissed me once more. I tried to slide back, but his hand had moved to the back of my neck, holding my lips to his. As much as I knew we shouldn't, I felt my body beginning to respond. I could never resist my brother when I was in a good frame never mind when I needed him this badly. I once again opened my mouth, letting Mark's tongue slip in, and with a sigh of surrender, I wrapped my arms around his neck. Mark's tongue played across mine then breaking the kiss he smiled and said;

"There you go sis, you just let me make it all better."

"Ohhh that's nice." I said softly as Mark bent his head, and nuzzling into my hair began to gently suck on the soft flesh of my neck.

As Mark's lips and tongue lightly played across my neck I felt his hands drop down and tug on the bottom of the t-shirt I was wearing. Taking his hint I raised my arms up over my head and let Mark slip the shirt off of me. I instantly put my arms around him, hugging him tightly and loving the way my hard nipples felt as they pressed into his chest. Tossing the shirt aside Mark's lips went back to my neck and I groaned as, starting at my hips, his hands slid slowly up my sides to cup my tits. I leaned back onto my knees putting some space between us and Mark started fondling my tits, gently teasing my nipples with his fingertips. I reached out and returned the favor; lightly running my finger nails around Mark's nipples before slowly running them down his well muscled chest and his flat hard stomach.

My hands continued to slide down into the waistband of the black boxers he was wearing. We both moaned as, just as Mark bent his head to tongue my nipple, my right hand wrapped around his long thick cock, as my left cupped his balls. I started slowly stroking his cock as my brother's soft tongue teased across my right nipple before switching to the left. My breathing picked up as I could feel Mark's cock growing in my hand until it was hard, throbbing, and more than eager for his big sister. I pulled my left hand from his shorts and pushed against his shoulder, telling him to lie back, as I so wanted to suck on that huge cock. Mark grabbed my hand, and bringing his face up from my tit, kissed me and whispered;

"Just let me be good to you sis."

"But I..."

I started to tell him that I wanted to taste him, but was silenced by his lips over mine. As he kissed me Mark placed his hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me onto my back. Mark followed me down to the bed, his lips never leaving mine as he gently eased me down into the pillows. Breaking the kiss, Mark sat up and, grabbing the sheet, tossed it off of me. The t-shirt had been long and I wasn't wearing any panties. As soon as the sheet was gone I slowly opened my legs and smiled at the look of absolute lust in my brother's eyes as he stared at his big sisters smooth pink pussy. As Mark's eyes left my pussy to wander up my body I placed my arms over my head and stretched, arching my back off the bed, and pushing my small but well shaped tit's up to a sexier angle for him.

As my brother's gaze devoured my body, I was amazed that, even after fucking for close to four years, Mark still found me this attractive. I knew damn well that he had been with hotter women than me, but I had no doubt that his big sister's body was his favorite. Reaching down Mark placed his hand on my knee and gently ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. As his hand reached the top I lifted my hips in anticipation of his fingers finding my pussy. Instead Mark teasingly grazed the side of his hand across my clit then went higher caressing my stomach.

"Awww." I whispered. "Please little brother I... hey that tic..."

I broke out into a giggle as Mark's fingers tickled my stomach. Mark's smiled down at me and said;

"I love that laugh sis."

"And I love that smile little brother." I told him. Then as his hand started trailing up towards my tits I asked; "What else do you love?"

"I love these hot little tits of yours" Mark answered as his fingers teased across my right nipple.

I moaned as, switching his fingers to my left tit, Mark bent over and started sucking on the right one. Mark's hand once again left my tit and started sliding back down my stomach towards my now dripping pussy. I whimpered, and lifted my hips as his hand stopped inches from my pussy. Sitting back up Mark looked down at his hand as he slowly slid it down between my legs and whispered;

"Goddamn do you look hot sis." 

The way he said it coupled with that look of desire on his face sent a warm feeling flowing through more than just my pussy. No man had ever made me feel as sexy as my brother did and I loved it. 

"Ohhh yes," I sighed as Mark slid his fingers inside of my hot wet pussy. "Ohh that is so nice little brother."

I let out a soft whimper, as while pumping his fingers in and out, Mark's thumb found my swollen clit and began tracing slow circles around it. As I started gently working my hips up and down into Mark's fingers he lowered his head back down and once again started sucking on my right nipple. Mark was kneeling next to me and as he continued to work my body with his tongue and fingers I reached down and grabbing his hard cock gave it a squeeze that caused him to groan into my tit.

"Bring it up here." I told him.

Not having to be told twice, Mark slid himself over so that his knees were near my head, then turning to the side, immediately went back to sucking on my nipple.

"Oh look at that." I whispered as turning my head I was confronted with his dripping cock only inches from my face.

Reaching up I wrapped my arm around Mark's waist and pulling him closer guided his cock into my open mouth. 

"Oh damn." Mark moaned around my tit as I took his cock down about half way and began to slowly suck it in and out of my mouth.

Removing my arm from around his waist, I slid my hand up between his legs and started to rub his balls, while taking his cock as far down as I could. I stopped sucking and moaned out around his cock:

"Hmm-mm"

Taking his cue, Mark started rocking his hips, pushing his cock all the way in, slowly fucking my mouth. I moaned as much from the pleasure of having my throat full of my brother's hard flesh, as from his thumb speeding up on my clit. I started thrusting my hips up harder and faster into Mark's fingers as his thumb picked up speed on my clit. I reached over with my free hand and started playing with my left nipple, twisting it roughly between my fingers.

Mark began sucking harder on my nipple and, sliding his injured hand up, grabbed my tit and started squeezing it as he sucked. I whimpered around his cock as I felt my body nearing its climax. I straightened my long legs pinning Mark's hand between my thighs and, arching my back, desperately wiggled my hips into my brother's plunging fingers. Sensing I wanted to cum quickly Mark started thrusting his cock into my mouth faster and harder knowing damn well I loved it when he fucked my face. As he buried his dripping prick deep into my eager mouth Mark caught my nipple between his teeth and bit down.

As soon as I had felt his teeth, I had given my other nipple a hard pinch, and the sensation of pain flowing through both my nipples was more than enough to send me over the edge. I squealed around Mark's cock and started bucking my hips wildly into his plunging fingers as the orgasm crashed through me. Mark had resumed gently sucking on my nipple, and his thumb was still rubbing my clit. I let out another long squeal, that had my throat not been stuffed with my brother's cock, would have been loud enough to wake the neighbors never mind Alex. As I moaned and thrashed on the bed, Mark held his cock still in my mouth, effectively gagging me with it.

Although he was still, I could feel his thigh trembling against my shoulder, and knew that he wanted nothing more to start fucking my face and cum himself. I released another whine of pleasure as I felt my pussy gush around Mark's fingers, and the last wave of the orgasm flowed through me. I slumped back into the bed and opened my legs allowing Mark to remove his hand from between them. Mark started to sit back and slide his cock from my mouth but stopped as I grabbed the base of his cock with my right hand. I turned onto my side and, now able to move my head, started to rapidly bob up and down on his cock while jerking him off into my mouth.

"Oh damn that feels good sis." Mark breathed out.

I started taking him deeper and deeper, sucking so hard my lips were smacking when I let his cock pop out of my mouth before slurping it back in. Mark started breathing heavier and his hips began to rock in time with my sucking. As I continued to blow him part of me wanted to stop as, what I really needed, was to feel my brother's huge dick inside of my now sopping wet pussy. On the other hand Mark was really enjoying his big sister's mouth and if that's where he wanted to cum that was fine with me. As if reading my mind Mark reached down and putting his hand on my head said;

"Easy Meg, you know I want to fuck you."

"Mmm" I moaned, as one more time I took his cock all the way down to the base of his shaft, before slowly sliding it back out. "Oh that sounds sooo good little brother."

Mark got up, and walking around to the foot of the bed, started to crawl up between my legs. I put my foot on his chest stopping him and with a smile said;

"Oh no little brother, not like that, you know how I need it tonight."

With that I rolled over onto my knees, and putting my face down into the pillow, raised my ass in the air and playfully wiggled it at him.

"Damn sis," Mark said as he got up onto the bed behind me started fondling my ass. "You have got the hottest ass I have ever seen."

"Then go ahead and take it little brother." I told him. "Go ahead and take your sister nice and hard, show me how much you want me."

I turned my head back into the pillow just in time for it to muffle the loud yelp I let out, as grabbing my hips; Mark drove the full length of his huge cock into my incredibly wet pussy. Mark left his cock buried deep inside of me for a minute and groaned as I clenched my pussy around it. After a few seconds Mark slowly slid it out until just the tip was inside then, with another hard thrust, slammed it back inside again. I yelped once more then began moaning continuously as Mark pulled out and started to fuck me hard and fast. Oh yes! I thought to myself this was exactly how I needed it right now, nothing fancy just a good hard fucking.

Mark squeezed my hips harder and started plunging his cock into my needy little pussy even faster. I recalled the nightmare, and once again thought of how my brother was the only man who I could let take me like this without any fear at all. That was one of the many reasons I had seduced him in the first place; to be able to fuck like this and never worry about getting hurt. As Mark continued to pound my pussy I reached down between my legs and started rapidly stroking my clit. I had worked Mark up quite a bit with my mouth, and after only a couple of minutes I could hear his breathing getting heavier, and could tell by how hard he was thrusting into me that he was already getting close. I added my other hand to my nipple and turning my head moaned out;

"Oh...Oh please just a little more Mark!" I let out a whimper as Mark slammed himself even deeper into me. "Oh please little brother let your sister cum on that beautiful cock!"

Mark groaned but slowed up a little. I sped my fingers up on my clit and, twisting my nipple harder, started to thrust back into Mark driving him even deeper into my hot little box. Mark let out a gasp and began fucking me harder again.

"Ohhh little brother, oh just a little more baby! I... Oh fuck yeah!!"

I cried out loudly unable to help myself as, in an effort to get me to cum, Mark had reached down and shoved a finger into my extremely tight ass. I buried my face into the pillow and cried out again as Mark's finger, plunging in and out of the spot that no other man was allowed near, caused me go off like a rocket. Squealing into the pillow I thrust my hips hard against Mark's hard cock as the orgasm crashed through my body. Each time Mark's cock slammed into me he let out a gasp and turning to look over my shoulder I moaned out;




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 29



"Oh, cum with me little brother, oh I want to feel it while I'm still ohhhh yeah."

Mark groaned, and after a couple of more hard pumps, his cock exploded sending a huge spurt of cum deep into his big sister's willing pussy. We both moaned as my pussy convulsed around my brother's spurting cock causing us both to enjoy our orgasms even more. After one more long shuddering moan I relaxed letting the last wave of pleasure flow through me. A moment later after one more spurt of cum into his sister's pussy Mark emitted that adorable little whimper that only I knew he made and started to pull out of me.

"Stay inside baby," I whispered as I straightened my legs out between his so that I was lying on my stomach. "Just let yourself go little brother, let me feel you."

Mark leaned over and placing his forearms on either side of me lied down on top of me.

"Easy baby." I said softly as I could feel his heart beating against my back, and hear his heavy breathing in my ear. "Just relax and stay close to me."

Mark slid his right arm under me, keeping his injured left hand off to the side. His hand cupped my left tit and held it as he relaxed more against my back he nuzzled into my hair and gently kissed the back of my neck.

"Oh you feel so good Mark."

"So do you sis."

I sighed enjoying the how good Mark felt on top of me then whispered;

"Mark what are we going to..."

"What we're going to do right now sis is get some rest." Mark said, and rolling off of me onto his side, put his arms out to me.

I gratefully rolled over and into his embrace. Normally I would always sleep with my back against Mark, however after that nightmare I needed to be even closer. I pressed my face into Mark's chest and wrapped my arms around his waist. Mark's strong arms pulled me even further into him and his right hand began to lightly caress my bare shoulder. Despite how upset I had been earlier, between the sex and how good my brother's arms felt around me, I found myself sighing contentedly into his chest. Mark's hand slid from my shoulder up into my long hair and rested on the back of my head holding me gently against him.

I was still lying awake several minutes later, and could tell by the sound of his breathing, that Mark was asleep. I rolled over onto my back keeping Mark's arm around my waist and sighed as I stared up at the ceiling. I should be fast asleep after that but my mind was racing. I was worried about Mark, despite how calm he was I had no idea how he thought he would be able to get through a lie detector test. The test was only part of what was on my mind. Mostly what had me unable to sleep was Alex. If he knew it had been my fault. Not only had I been careless coming out of Mark's room but had been so nervous that I had all but given us away. As I lied there with my eyes closed I found myself again replaying that morning and how stupid I had been.

          *****

I stood there speechless as Alex was standing not much more than a foot in front of me smirking away. How long had he been standing there? I was painfully aware that even though I'd had my face in Mark's arm I had cum pretty hard and god only knew I came louder than most porn stars. As time seemed to stand still I also became aware of the fact that my robe was barely tied. Quite a bit of my chest was showing, and it wouldn't take much for my tit's to be exposed. I had been in the process of getting ready to pull it tight but now was afraid to draw attention to it. 

Alex was looking into my eyes, but I had no doubt he would have noticed my chest all but hanging out. Alex hadn't said anything and his expression was unreadable. Desperately hoping my voice wouldn't tremble I forced a laugh and said;

"Sorry you kinda scared me."

"I can see that." Alex said softly, and then grinned a little. "You seem jumpy."

"Yeah a little." I gave another laugh that to me sounded way to forced, then shrugged and said;

"Well umm good morning."

Alex nodded and said;

"Yeah I'd say." Before I could respond the grin turned into a smirk and he added; "Sounded like a real good morning."

I felt my stomach begin to turn. Think Megan! My head started pounding and I quickly shoved my hands under my arms so Alex couldn't see the shaking. Okay I told myself, play dumb. Mark and I had had several close calls in the past and had always slipped through by relying on the fact that most people would never assume we were doing anything. Then again, Alex was not most people. Deciding to play along I narrowed my eyes and asked;

"Umm..." Shit! Don't stutter! I yelled at myself. "What do you mean?" Let him say it if he heard something.

Alex regarded me calmly, his piercing blue eyes locking into my bloodshot ones. I returned the stare. I had never lost a stare down in my life and could barely blink when necessary. Alex held my gaze and I could all but feel his mind turning. Alex relaxed a bit, and sliding his gaze from mine, shrugged and said;

"Well I heard Mark laughing in there. I haven't heard that since all this started so I figure it's a good morning."

I held back a sigh of relief and nodded.

"Yeah, he's feeling a lot better. We were talking and kidding around." I shrugged. "He seemed like his old self."

"Good. I was worried this morning." Alex replied then, locking his eyes into mine, once more continued; "See I was walking by and before the laughing I could have sworn I heard moaning." His expression didn't change as he spoke and I hoped to hell mine didn't either.

'That's why I was at the door; I was going to see if he was okay." 

As I stared at him I swore I saw the corners of Alex's mouth twitch just a little, and my heart started pounding in my chest; he was toying with me. Gathering what was left of my nerves, I nodded and said;

"Yeah well he banged his arm and got it pretty good and..."

"Really?" Alex grunted and shook his head. "See I thought it sounded like you moaning."

"Me?"

"Unless Mark's voice is changing," Alex said grinning. "Sounded a little more like squealing actually." 

As he finished Alex raised his eyebrows at me, all but saying "Your turn"

Before I could respond, Alex glanced down, then taking his hands, grabbed the front of his t-shirt and made as if he were pulling it together. Grasping his meaning I removed my hands from under my arms and grabbing the belt of the robe pulled it tighter and started to tie it. My hands were shaking.

"Sorry, couldn't help but notice you were hanging out a bit. " Alex said smirking. "Kind of funny, it looked like you were just putting it on when you came out of there."

The look on his face told me he knew exactly what he had heard. I felt a burning in my stomach yet, at the same time, my mind seemed to slow down as I searched for a response. Alex was good, but I had been lying about my brother and I for years, and since I had been going downhill had become damn good at lying in general. As soon as he stopped I rolled my eyes and let out a quick laugh.  "Sorry," I giggled again as I closed my robe. "We were wrestling around in there and..."

"Wrestling?" Alex asked dubiously.

"Yeah," I forced a smile as I got into my story. "I got tired of him moping and said I was going to kick his ass. Next thing you know we were kind of rolling around and he was tickling me and I was..."

"Squealing?" Alex asked, the smirk still in place.

"Yeah I'm really ticklish." I continued ignoring the smirk. "So Mark was holding me down and I grabbed his bad wrist by accident..."

"Moaning." Alex nodded.

"So we stopped and while he was sitting there holding his arm I told him he was a wuss and that his big sister had kicked his ass."

"So he started laughing." Alex finished for me. "Sounds plausible I guess."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. Seeing Alex seemed to think I was lying, which of course I was, it was time to try to go back to good old indignation.

"Doesn't mean anything." He answered shrugging. "So were you in there long?"

"A little bit why?" 

"Just wondering. I mean it's not even six you usually sleep later than this."

"I haven't been sleeping and neither has Mark." I answered fighting to keep my voice even as I waited for Alex to show his hand and outright accuse us of something. "Honestly Alex after what you said last night about him needing to get his shit together I figured I would go in and if he was awake talk to him."

"So you went in to talk?" Alex asked. "Figured you'd keep him company?"

"That's what I said."

"Oh," Alex nodded. "So you always hang around your brother with nothing on under your robe?"

I hesitated as that had caught me off guard. This time when I spoke I could hear the tremble in my voice.

"I... he's my brother he doesn't look at me like that."

"But I'm here Megan." Alex pointed out then smiled. "And look what happened. You almost walked right into me with your tits hanging out."

"Well that's why I was leaving to go get dressed before..."

"So did they fall out while you were wrestling?" Alex's smile was getting broader.

"Well no I..."

"Are you wearing panties Megan?"

"What?!?" I asked indignantly "What the hell kind of question is that?"

"Well you're not wearing a bra so figured..." He winked. "Maybe nothing else."

"I wouldn't not wear panties around my brother!" I said. Before I went any further I knew I'd slipped.

"But no bra is okay?"

"I..." I was getting nervous now but couldn't hesitate so kept going. "I wasn't really thinking. I just wanted to check on him and..."

"And I went to bed so you could."

"I... what..." I was stuttering now and my stomach was turning so much I was getting nauseous.

"I've seen you Megan." Alex said calmly. "Every night I'm watching tv I see you come out and look to see if I'm up. Then you drift back in your room."

"I..."

"Or if you see me look you come out and sit and fidget for an hour." Alex continued in that same relaxed tone that was making me more and more nervous. "Funny you never wanted to check on Mark then." He put his hands out to me and finished;

"So last night I go to bed and come out here and sure enough you picked this morning to check", he emphasized the word. "On Mark, Just seems kind of odd. You know like coming out of his room with your tits all but falling out."

"We...we were fooling..."

"You were fooling around?" Alex asked. "Fooling around with your brother?" He laughed. "Damn Megan that's pretty..." 

"I wasn't fooling around with my brother!!" I snapped loudly. Way to loudly. I tried to recover. 

"I mean I was but I mean really fooling around not you know...I." I stopped and with a cold feeling realized I had all but given myself away.

Alex stared at me he eyes wide and I realized he really had only been fishing but now...

"What?"

"I... um." I shook my head. "Nothing I..."

"What were you going to say Megan? " Alex asked.

"I... well that you know we were only messing I mean play..." I stopped and swallowed hard. "Me and Mark were just talking that's all."

"Course you were." Alex said looking confused. "What the hell else would you be doing?"

"Um well nothing of course." I managed to get out as I was getting to the point I could feel my breathing pick up and my heart was pounding in my chest.

"No really Megan. "Alex prodded. "What else would you and Mark be doing?"

"Well, I mean you were kind of making it sound bad. I mean you said you heard," I hesitated "Moaning, and you were talking about my robe."

"Yeah so?" Alex asked.

"Well I thought maybe you thought that we..." I stopped horrified. I had done it again.

"Thought...?" Alex waited expectantly. 

I didn't answer right away and Alex asked again. "Seriously Megan what did you think..."

"That we were fucking okay Alex?" I asked suddenly unable to hold back anymore. "That's what you were saying; that Mark and I were fucking!"

"Whoa hey. " Alex put his hands up to me in calming gesture. "Megan why the hell would you think..."

"Because it's what you're trying to say!" I snapped. "You... you keep asking what I was doing and the noises and ..."

"Christ Megan." Alex said shaking his head. "I..."

"You said it!!" I was raising my voice now and waving my hands as I yelled. The last three weeks and the fact that I had just about admitted there was something going on between my brother and I had caught up with me and I losing it. "I said fooling around and you said we were sick!!"

"Megan!" Alex said sharply. "Calm down I was only playing around. It was just a joke. You said fooling around and I..."

"I'm close to my brother and I worry about him is that okay Alex?!?" I demanded. "I needed to make sure he was okay and you're right I didn't want you to see me going in there in the middle of the night and I..."

"Why?" Alex asked. "Why would I care when you guys talk?

"I..." I stopped speaking and put my head down. I just kept making it worse. Unable to control myself I could feel tears start to flow down my cheeks.

Alex reached out and taking my chin gently in his hand raised my head back up. 

"Megan what's wrong? Why would you think I would think that? You guys are kind of close but you always have been. I mean Mark's your brother. why the hell would I think that?"

"No reason." I whispered turning my head away from him.

"There has to be a reason Megan." Alex said. "People don't just think that kind of shit." He appeared to be struggling not to smile. "Unless of course something happened and..."

"I'm I... I just took you wrong that's all and..."

"No Megan, I'm not stupid. There's something there Megan you're a little too nervous."

"I..." I forced myself to look at Alex and my mind grasping at straws decided to try to justify myself. "My... my dad thought we... that Mark and I were to close."

"Doug?" Alex asked. "Doug thought you guys were..." he left it hanging.

I nodded and taking a deep breath explained to him how a few years ago Mark's nightmares wee so bad that the only way he could sleep is if I slept next to him. Of course I left out how close we would hold each other, but told him of the night at the hotel how dad had walked in and we were in the same bed and dad, who never trusted my brother, thought the worst. I told Alex how I had to beg my father not to throw my brother out and how afraid I had been for him. As I spoke I tried to read Alex's expression. He seemed to be genuinely listening but Alex possessed a hell of a poker face and his eyes were unreadable. When I got to the end I sighed and said;

"So when you were saying that I just..." I swallowed hard. "Over reacted and ..."

"Megan?" Alex asked.

"What?"

"You were way to nervous for it to just be that." He grunted. "Hell I didn't know that story I think your just a little to defensive there," he grinned. "Sis. But hey know what? If you guys want to keep it in the family I..."

"Don't say that!!" I practically screamed at him. "We were only talking!!!"

"Easy Megan!" Alex said looking alarmed. "I was only jok..."

"No you're not!!!" I yelled at him. "You think we are!! Were not!! I love my brother, he's all I have!! And I would never..." I let out a sob.

"Hey hey," Alex said looking more nervous by the minute now that I was losing it. "Megan calm down." as he spoke he reached for my arm.

"No I won't calm down!!" I cried out as I stepped back away from him. "I can't! Your right I'm nervous!! You know I got problems, I know you know because you call me names and make fun of me!!!" 

Somewhere in the back of my head I was telling myself to stop, but it had all caught up with me and I couldn't help myself. Despite Alex's trying to shush me I kept yelling.

"I haven't had a drink or taken anything in weeks and my brother might lose everything!!!" I sobbed again. "And you, you come out with thinking I would do that with him!! I'm not a sick whore!!" I screamed at him.

Yes you are the voice in the back of my head said. Oh yes you are you nasty girl, fucking your brother and lying about it.

"Megan..."

"Yes I'm a drunk, yeah I do drugs and yeah I... I'm a fucking loser!" I was yelling louder and waving my arms wildly unable to stop. "But I'm trying Alex!! I'm trying to help Mark! I can't lose my brother!! I..."

I stopped as Alex caught my hands in his, and pulled me right up to him.

"Shhh." Alex whispered. "Please Megan slow down. I... I don't think that about you. You're a good kid you just need help." He let my left hand go and put his hand on my shoulder. "Now calm down okay? Please. I want Mark to be okay to and he will be. I'm... I'm sorry I got you going."

I started to take deep breaths and leaned into Alex putting my head on his chest as I tried to get myself under control. Whether I had convinced him or he just stopped because he felt bad I had no idea but I had at least gotten him to stop. Alex put his arm around my neck and we stayed standing there for a minute until I stood up and wiped my eyes with my left hand.

"I...I'm sorry Alex I..."

"No," Alex said. "I'm sorry Megan really." I felt a glimmer of hope as he looked like he meant it.

Alex was still holding my right hand and he gave it a squeeze. I hugged him pressing my tear streaked cheek against his. As I did he whispered in my ear:

"Look Mark will be okay and so will you. It will work out okay?"

"O-okay." I said pulling away from him and wiping at my eyes again.

Alex squeezed my hand once more and let it go. I looked up at him and he gave me a reassuring smile. As he stood there he wiped his hand across his face where my tears had left his cheek wet.. His hand trailed across his upper lip and he froze. I stared at him as he kept his hand under his nose and his eyes widened. I realized with a start that not fifteen minutes ago I'd had that hand buried in my pussy, playing with myself as Mark had fucked me. Alex still had his hand under his nose and as he saw me looking his lips curled up into a smile and he made a show of taking a deep breath. What the hell could I say? I was playing with myself... All thoughts stopped as deliberately slowly Alex put the tip of his finger in his mouth. He pulled it out and said;

"Well, this kind of..."

"What the fuck is going on out here?" Mark said from behind me.

I all but sobbed in relief as Mark stepped out of the room and came up next to me where he immediately put his arm around my shoulder.

"What's the matter Meg?"

I didn't answer instead I turned into Mark and putting my back to buried my head in my brothers chest and started crying. I knew this was the wrong thing to do, to get this close to Mark in front of Alex but I couldn't help it. Mark put his arm around me and I heard him say;

"What the hell did you say to her?"

"Nothing Mark," I heard Alex say. "She's just..." he sighed. "My fault, I was teasing her and said something stupid. I said I was sorry..."

"Sorry is what you will be." Mark said softly. "I've told you before Alex I don't give a fuck who you are no one talks down to my sister."

"Well well." Alex said. "You do seem more like yourself today don't you?"

Hearing Alex wasn't going to say anything I leaned back, and with an effort, removed myself from Mark, who was staring Alex in the eye as if daring him to say anything. I could tell in that look that he had been listening and knew what was going on, he was waiting to see if Alex would keep it up.

"I do feel better." Mark said. "Tell you what Alex instead of teasing my sister why don't you make yourself useful?"

"Oh?" Alex asked. "And how should I do that?"

Mark smirked at him;

"By getting on the phone with that sorry assed excuse of a lawyer you stuck me with and tell him to get over here so I can tell him how he's going to get me out of this."

To my relief Alex smiled broadly and reaching out slapped Mark hard on the shoulder.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 29



"Now that's what I have been waiting to hear!" he exclaimed. "I was thinking you were going to quit on me."

"I was going to." Mark said quietly then, pulling me closer to him added; "But my sister would never quit on me and I'll never quit on her now go get that overpaid asshole down here so I can get on with my life."

That had been last week and since then Alex had not brought up that conversation. That's not to say I thought he had forgotten it, as he would make a snide remark at any given opportunity. Not to mention every time I would get close to Mark, even if it was just sitting on the couch, he would look over and smirk. Of course I noticed Alex, as Mark had said, was really only targeting me. Alex knew that I was the weak link, well that and Alex did sincerely want to see my brother okay and didn't want to get him going. On that front things were going well until a couple of days ago when Mark made what seemed to be a colossal mistake with the judge presiding over his hearing.

True to his word the day Alex had caught me coming out of his room, Mark was back, and in spades. When Murdock arrived my brother began laying out everything both for and against him and how he was going to either use or dismiss the information. By the end of the conversation it seemed as if Murdock were the student and Mark was already a lawyer as he not only agreed with everything Mark said, but admitted that he hadn't even considered some of what my brother was coming out with.

For the most part it seemed as if everything was in Mark's favor. The judge, during the initial hearing had decided to give both the state attorney who was representing Max and Murdock more time to present their case. Pointing out that he was truly unsure who was the real defendant, and if there was enough either way for a trial. This was Mark's first big break as the judge said he would even allow some character testimony if necessary so for each attorney to make a list of people willing to testify for their party. On Max's side the rumor was there was no one except his current girlfriend, who Murdock said not only had a history of drug abuse, but in a conversation with her, gave the impression that Max beat her, and she wouldn't care if he ended up locked up.

Mark on the other hand was shocked at how many people were willing to come forward for him. Of course there were my parents, although dad a bit reluctantly, who were ready to testify about how Mark had turned his life around. I was going to be there to describe how scarred Mark was from Max's abuse to help the cause of the extreme level of violence Mark had used on Max. Alex was going to testify to Mark's character in general and how he believed in him enough to have his father's company provide him with a four year scholarship. Other's included several high school teachers and college professors, two karate instructors, as well as Mitch and Cynthia. Mitch was to testify about Mark's honesty and work ethic, how he never missed work and had never so much as touched a dime of the bars money. Cynthia was to tell of how, even on nights off, my brother would sit at the bar and study, to make sure she wasn't alone with the unruly crowd that populated the bar at night.

Things were looking good for my brother. On one hand there was Max Thompson; a career criminal and drug user and dealer. A man who had done three years for almost killing my brother as a child and who had an additional record of violence against women. Then there was Mark, who Murdock was putting out there as a pure success story. Mark had survived a hellish childhood to become the all American boy. Mark was good looking, was top of his class at PC, had been an all state baseball player in high school and had been accepted into the RI Thunderbolts an exclusive martial arts team that traveled around the country to compete.

On the down side the state prosecutor had done some homework as well; coming up with Mark's own history of violence. Fights at the group home, high school and even at club Baby Head, where, although as a bouncer Mark never swung first, he always made it a point to swing last. They had located a couple of witnesses that said Mark had to be pulled off people several times and there was an incident where he had thrown someone though a window. Also hurting my brother was the fact that the words Lex Talionis were tattooed onto his back over a symbol of Satanic beliefs.

As of right now the hearing was a case of he said, she said so to speak. Max, who was barely able to speak through a wired jaw and whose face was hideously swollen and scarred said that Mark had led him back to his place and jumped him. Mark insisted that Max followed him home and was completely high on coke and started screaming at him that he had ruined his life because he had went to jail over him. My brother said Max had attacked him and he defended himself. The prosecutor kept circling back to how badly Mark had beaten Max and the police were testifying that Mark was ready to kill him.

Murdock did not seem worried about that, citing the fact that Max had tormented Mark for years, and that Mark had lost it when Max hurt him again. My brother was highly trained in martial arts, but all evidence pointed at a street fight, which meant Mark had not been thinking straight and just fighting. According to Murdock the judge would buy the fact that having Max come after him could cause my brother to lose his grip. Unfortunately there was one huge flaw with Mark's story; Murdock kept coming back to how did Mark not recognize Max?

There were plenty of witnesses at the Green bar saying Mark had been in there several times and hung out playing pool and drinking with Max. Max not recognizing Mark was not that hard to believe, Mark was seven years older, an adult now and was wearing a beard at the time. Not to mention the fact that Max had done so many drugs over the years his memory was probably shot to begin with. Max was also claiming that Mark was a drug dealer and that was why he was at Mark's house to begin with.

At that point, Max was in trouble regardless of the outcome of who tried to kill who. There was a lot of cocaine in his system, and he was on parole with five years hanging over his head. Murdock had even kicked tires on trying to get Max to just let the case go and he wouldn't have to answer to the drug charges, but Max wanted to see Mark put away and claimed Mark gave him the cocaine. Once again this was all hearsay as my brother had mentioned earlier no one had ever heard them talking about it. Max had a drug history and Mark had never so much as smoked a joint and was tested regularly as a member of the Thunderbolts. As we all sat around discussing this, well Mark, Murdock and Alex I didn't add a lot to the conversation it still came down to who recognized who. Three nights ago when Murdock was trying to come up with something Mark had suddenly gotten that "going away" look on his face to the point Alex had leaned over and whacked him in the arm.

Mark had scared the shit out of us by practically jumping off the couch yelling that he had it! As we all listened, Mark had once again stated how no one ever really overheard anything he and Max had discussed except once. Mark had said on the last day he had gone to the Green bar he and Max had been sitting there when out of the blue Max had looked at Mark and told him he knew him from somewhere. Mark had said the bartender Billy had been standing right in front of them when he said it. A few minutes later Mark had scared off Max's dealer and Max had threatened Mark and told him to go outside with him. That was the last time they were seen together until Mark's apartment. By the time he had finished Alex and Murdock were both smiling like the Cheshire cat. Murdock had then asked Mark how he could remember that and Mark's answer was that he never forgot anything.

The next day Murdock had gone to the green bar and had come back to report that Mark had been dead on; again. Billy had remembered that day because he had really thought Max was going to attack Mark, and had even pulled his bat out. Better yet, Billy didn't really care for Max, except that he spent a lot of money there and agreed to testify if he had to. There was another meeting with the judge the next day and Murdock had said he was going to question both Mark and Max so it was put up or shut up; how were they going to get around Mark knowing who Max was?

Mark then simply stated that he hadn't recognized Max. Alex had immediately said that was impossible. Mark had smirked and rattled off several precedents that meant nothing to Alex or I. Murdock had frowned and said that he remembered a few of those but hadn't mentioned it because four of the five Mark mentioned hadn't worked. Mark said he could get away with it; say he was so traumatized by Max, especially when he had put him in a coma, that he had blocked him out of his mind. As he spoke Mark added that they could even blame the blow to his head. His medical records had shown abnormal brain activity afterwards, it could have affected his memory, never mind emotional trauma.

Mark was excited and now had Alex getting behind him. I then spoke up and mentioned the years of counseling Mark had gone through. Hadn't he ever talked about his nightmares? Mark had told me he saw Max's face almost every night in his dreams. Mark had smirked and said he had always told the counselor that he never remembered his dreams so he would never have to talk about them. Mark then reeled off a few more case references and Murdoch shook his head saying once again maybe one out of five pulled this off. Murdock reminded Mark that in every case the judge subjected the defendant to a lie detector test.

Mark had shrugged and said polygraphs were not completely reliable and were normally inadmissible. Murdock shook his head and said that because of the nature of the claim; that someone had been completely 'blocked out' that test was considered quite admissible. Murdock had sighed, and said that there needed to be another way. As we sat there thinking Alex had said to give it a shot but refuse the polygraph based on the fact that now that Mark did know who Max was his answers would be skewed now that Max was in his head. Murdock agreed, but said failure to agree to the test would make it look like what it was; a lie. At the end of the night Murdock told Mark to try the story but refuse the polygraph as Alex had said and go from there. 

The next day Alex and I had been sitting in the hallway outside the room where the judge was meeting with Mark and Murdock. Max and the state prosecutor had been in there earlier and supposedly were still pressing for Mark to be charged with attempted murder. I sat there silently my stomach in knots. Alex had looked over at me and said that worse case Mark would get a few months as it would get pled down. I started to tear up and Alex had told me it would be okay, with a smirk he added that he heard inmates sometimes got conjugal visits. I turned my head away from him, and before he could say anything else, Mark and Murdock came out. Mark was smirking but Murdoch was furious; Mark had agreed to a polygraph test on Thursday and the final hearing would be Friday.

Alex and Murdoch had both asked him what the hell he was thinking and I had immediately burst into tears. Mark had put his arms around me and told Alex and Murdoch that the truth would set him free. Alex reminded him that, I as well as Murdoch and of course Mark himself, were all lying. Mark had replied that that was okay he was convinced he had done the right thing by his laws and would be fine. Murdock had left saying that Mark would have been better off in the loony bin if he believed he would get through this. Nevertheless Murdock had pulled some strings, getting Mark into the building where they did the testing tonight for a practice run, where he hoped to get Mark used to the questions and how to answer them. Murdock had mentioned they would start with basic things and have Mark lie about some of them. This of course was when Alex had started mentioning how there were a few things he would love to ask Mark. 

I sighed as I lied there listening to Mark's steady breathing. Tonight was the run through and not only would we find out if Mark could pull this off but I was fully prepared for Alex to point blank ask if there was something going on between us. Then again, Mark had a point if Murdock was there Alex might not try anything. My brother was convinced that if Alex knew he wouldn't say anything but I couldn't live with the idea of someone knowing. I had deliberately distanced myself from my brother back when. Even now despite how amazing Mark felt to me in every way I knew we could never be. If Mark got through this he would have a hell of a future and sooner or later I would slip up. Mark was fiercely loyal to his sister and would defend me to the bitter end. Sooner or later, I would cost him, and I could never let that happen

I had been convinced two years ago that night in his new apartment that Mark had wanted us to be a couple. To protect his future I had pretended that I had no interest in order to save him and now I may have cost him anyway. Alex was the type to use something like that down the line if he felt he had to and Mark was the type who could piss off anybody and never backed down. I turned my head, and leaning over, kissed Mark gently on the cheek. He made that cute little cooing noise in his sleep and burrowed his face deeper into the pillow. I rolled back into his chest, and nuzzling my face into him closed my eyes, and tried to relax enough to go to sleep.

          *****

I groaned as I heard the alarm going off next to the bed. Mark rolled onto his back, and reaching out, shut it off. I rolled onto my back, and was just thinking that I wished Mark didn't have to get right up, when he rolled back over next to me and kissed my cheek.

"Hey little brother," I whispered. "I wish you didn't have too... ohhh stop that!" I said as Mark nuzzled his face into my neck and kissed me gently just under my ear.

I started to turn, but Mark rolled over again directly on top of me.

"Mark!" I hissed. "You have to hey..."

Mark had pushed his knee between my legs, and then getting his other leg next to it, opened his legs, causing mine to spread wide open. I started to protest, but all that came out was a groan as Mark leaned over, and kissed me hard on the lips. I started to push against his chest, last night was one thing, but it was morning and Alex could be up. I turned my head, taking my lips from Mark's, and tried to push him off again. I gasped as Mark grabbed my wrists, and pushing my arms back pinned them to the bed. I felt a surge of wetness flow through my pussy as my brother captured both my wrists in his right hand. Grabbing my hair, Mark pulled on it until I was facing him and immediately kissed me hard again.

I moaned into his mouth, as with one smooth thrust, Mark's huge hard cock slid inside of my already very wet pussy. Mark slid his lips from my mouth and started kissing my neck. I stopped pushing against his hand and let myself relax as Mark began fucking me with slow deep thrusts that felt amazing. Despite the fact that I knew we shouldn't be doing this, I found myself arching my back, and thrusting my hips in time with his, causing his cock to penetrate even deeper.

"Yeah, there you go sis." Mark whispered.

"And good morning to you too little brother," I gasped out in between the soft moans of pleasure I was releasing every time my brothers cock pushed itself into his sisters always willing pussy.

"Anytime I wake up with you it is." Mark said softly.

Mark had lifted his head from my neck as he said this. I looked up into his gorgeous multicolored eyes and whispered;

"Damn your beautiful Mark." 

Mark gave me that adorable shy smile of his, and letting my hands go, slid his arms under mine. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and my legs around his waist, drawing him as deep inside of me as I could. Mark moaned in my ear as, I started kissing his neck and lightly running my nails across his shoulders, as he continued to slowly fuck me. I let out a sigh of pleasure into his neck, enjoying how close we were. In addition to my pussy being completely full of my brother's beautiful cock, I could feel my hard nipples pressing into Mark's chest and his soft lips were once again fastened to my neck.

Mark started to push up but I locked my hands behind his neck and held him to me.

"We don't have a lot of time baby," I said softly in his ear. "Just take stay right here and take what you need."

Mark slid his arms back under mine returning to our former position but was now raising his hips higher and driving down into me much harder. I groaned and turning my head caught our reflection in the mirror. Despite how many times I had done this, the sight of my ivory flesh wrapped around my brothers well tanned skin never failed to excite me. No, let's face it, it wasn't just about how good we looked together, it was who we were. I let out a soft whimper as my brother began thrusting even harder, slamming his cock even deeper into my needy little pussy. As I began bucking my own hips harder and faster to match the rhythm of his thrusts, I continued to stare at us in the mirror.

My mouth was open and I had a look of pure lust on my face as my brother pounded me harder and harder. Mark's face was buried in my long black hair, some of which was fanned across the pillow. I moaned louder, not just from the good hard fucking I was receiving, but at how incredible my brother looked as he was thoroughly enjoying his big sisters body. The muscles in Mark's back and arms were standing out as he thrust himself in and out of my warm wet flesh, and his ass looked incredible, flexing with each hard thrust. Unable to resist I drew my long red nails across his back scratching him. Not the smartest thing to do, but fuck it he would just have to keep a shirt on around Alex. Mark moaned in my ear and I scratched him again harder and more slowly. I could feel Mark's shoulders starts to tremble and he began fucking me as hard as our position would allow.

I stopped at the top of Mark's shoulders, then suddenly raked my nails down his back again, but this time turned my head, and bit down hard into his shoulder. Mark let out a loud moan into my neck and I felt his cock twitch inside of me. A moment later he was filling his big sister's pussy with his hot cum. I tightened my arms and legs around him and continued to thrust into him, milking every last drop of my brother's cum. I let my head loll back and moaned as Mark continued to paint the inside of my pussy. Oh how I loved when my brother came inside of me! Mark let out a soft whimper and slumped down into me.

I hugged him tightly, cradling his head into my shoulder. As I did I clenched my pussy around his still hard cock. Mark whimpered in my ear as a couple of more drops of cum squirted into my greedy little pussy.

"There you go little brother, give me all of it."

We stayed like that; our bodies wrapped together in a forbidden embrace. I sighed into Mark's ear thinking that if I had thought that I wished he didn't have to leave before the feeling was even stronger now. As we laid there I recalled some of those great weekends at Mark's apartment where we would literally spend the entire day in bed, getting up only to eat and shower and we would play in the shower as well. I pushed those thoughts from my mind. On one hand they were great memories, but if I thought about them enough I would get upset that we couldn't have this all the time. Turning my head I whispered;

"As good as you feel Mark you have to get moving."

Mark sighed into my neck then lifting himself up gave me a soft kiss on the lips before sliding away from me. I sat up and watched as Mark quickly got up and put his shorts on.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 29



"Put your shirt on Mark." I told him. "I left some marks."

"Good call." Mark said as he picked hi t-shirt up off the bureau and slid it on. 

After taking a minute to slip his cast back on, and wrap it up, Mark picked up my night shirt and held it up for me. I obediently raised my arms over my head as he slid it over me. I let out a surprised squeal as while the shirt was over my head I felt my brothers tongue flick across my left nipple. Mark pulled the shirt down and after kissing me, gently pushed me back onto the pillows and pulled the covers up, tucking me in as if I were a little kid. I smiled happily at him. Mark spoiled me like no other and I knew he enjoyed it as much as I did.

"I wish you could stay little brother." I said.

"Me too." Mark said, then glancing at the clock which read 5:15 sat on the edge of the bed and took my hand.

"Listen sis when this is over I want us to spend some time together."

I smiled sadly and shrugged.

"That would be great Mark but where? Your place is trashed and we sure as hell can't stay here I've gotten us in enough trouble." 

I frowned, as I realized that at this point, I didn't know where I was going. I had been staying with Mark when I took off for New York, and we been staying with Alex the last two weeks. Tommy would take me back if I asked. Not that he should with the way I treated him, but I had learned that he could not say no to me. Sadly I had taken advantage of that fact many times. Even if he did, Mark couldn't stay there Tommy hated him, and of course would expect me to be in his bed, certainly not my brothers. Mark squeezed my hand and with a smile said;

"We're going to stay with the folks of course."

I shook my head.

"I don't know Mark, I..." I sighed. "I wasn't welcome there before and after all this shit Dad..."

"Doesn't have fucking choice." Mark laughed.

"What are you talking about Mark?" 

"When Denise came over yesterday, you were napping, and I didn't want to get you up right away, and we talked for awhile." He shrugged. "You're right about Doug Meg; he's still spouting that tough love shit about you and as for me..." Mark paused and grunted;

"Well let's just say that it would be an understatement to say he's said 'I told you so' two hundred times since he found out what I did."

"Max deserved everything he got Mark." I told him sitting up and putting my hand on his shoulder.

I glanced nervously at the clock, knowing Alex would be up soon, and the last thing we would need was to get caught with Mark leaving my room. On the other hand, if Mark wanted to talk, then I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him to leave.

"I didn't say I felt bad about it." Mark said with a nasty smirk. "But it made good old Doug feel vindicated for all those 'there's just something I don't trust about Mark cracks." 

"So you think were staying there why?" I asked as a wave of sadness went through me. My father, who for years had referred to me as his little girl didn't even want me in his house anymore, well not to live anyway.

"Because Denise told him that you were doing better, and that I had been through a lot and we both needed a place to stay and..." Mark smiled broadly "She told him that if he didn't like it he could leave because her kids needed her and the choice was his." 

"Wow." I said simply. 

Mom had always seemed so meek, then again I remembered back when dad had thought Mark and I were fucking in the hotel, how hard she had fought for us and would have never let him throw Mark out. Of course dad had been right all along, just as, sad to say, he had been right about Mark. Dad had predicted Mark would lose it someday and he had in spades. Yet once again, Mark and I were playing injured parties and everyone around us was trying to help. With a sinking feeling in my stomach I wondered how dad would respond if Alex said anything about Mark and I, and he found out he had been right four years ago at that hotel.

"Hey sis you in there?" Mark asked as his hand caressed my cheek.

I nodded and leaned my face into his hand. Mark slid over and kissed my other cheek then started speaking softly in my ear;

"Listen Meg, the practice polygraph is tonight, the real one tomorrow, and the hearing Friday morning." 

I started to speak but Mark put his finger to my lips. He looked as if he were going to keep talking, then stopped, and appeared to be listening to something. Mark looked over at the clock, and then standing up, walked over to the bedroom door. I started to ask him if he were leaving just like that, when he reached down and hit the button on the door unlocking it. Mark then came back to the bed and sat down on the edge next to me.

"Are you crazy Mark?" I asked him. "What if Alex..."

"Catches us?" Mark shrugged. "We're just talking."

"Mark..."

"Megan listen to me." Mark said taking my hands in his and looking me in the eye. "Forget about Alex for right now and think about what I said." He smiled, and pulling me towards him gave me a long kiss that made me want to get up and lock the door again. Goddamn my brother could kiss! Mark slipped his arms around my waist, and breaking the kiss hugged me to him. I rested my head on his shoulder and as I did he started talking softly;

"This is all going to be over in a couple of days, and I know you're scared and don't think it will be okay, but I promise that it will be."

"The test Mark," I whispered. "You..."

"I can pass the test Megan," Mark said quietly. "And this is where you just need to trust me Meg, no matter what happens at the run through tonight you just have to know that it will all be okay. Do you believe me?"

"I want to." I answered.

"Then do." Mark kissed the top of my head and continued, "And when it's over we are going to go stay at the folks and you and I are going to spend a lot of time together sis."

Mark hugged me closer to him.

"Just like the old days Meg, play every night and wake up together every morning. We both need it sis. We can stay there as long as we like no?" He grunted.

"Hell I've already been suspended from PC this semester even if I get away with self defense. And I'm pretty sure Mitch isn't going to want me back so I got plenty of time to spend with my beautiful big sister."

I let myself melt completely into my brother's arms. Oh how good that sounded! Over the last few years, whenever I had been really screwed up, I would always lie there and think back to those amazing weekend mornings at the folks waking up in Mark's embrace. Not that we hadn't had a lot of those in his apartment, but things were different there. I was different. Back then I had as bright a future as Mark, and the two of us were enjoying our forbidden passion. Now I was a mess, half the time staying with Mark because I had nowhere else to go. Staying with him because the alternative would be staying with guys to just get what I needed and of course giving them whatever they wanted for it. I could hear Alex's voice in my head clear as day;

"Drugged out whore."

I took a deep breath and held back more tears of frustration. My brother seemed back to himself; strong and confident. Mark seemed convinced he would be okay and I needed to be strong as well so that he could do whatever he needed to. However, as I thought about how fucked up my life had become, I remembered why it was that Mark and I weren't together all the time in the first place. My brother may need me now, but sooner or later he would be fine and back on the right track meaning the last thing he would need was me weighing him down again. All that raced through my mind as Mark held me. I leaned my head up and kissing his neck sat back so I could look at him;

"I'd love that little brother, I really would but..." I hesitated not sure how to say it. "Well it can't be for too long Mark people..."

"Won't think anything sis we'll be back living with the folks it's not like my place where it might look weird."

I shrugged, wondering how to tell him I just didn't want him to get too close to his needy anchor of a sister. I would also be lying to myself if I didn't admit I was afraid of getting too attached to Mark.

"I know Mark, but still, I mean Cynthia has called you here a few times and I had lunch with Tommy while you Alex and Murdock went down to the Green bar"

At the mention of Tommy's name Mark's eyes narrowed, and I felt bad for bringing him up. Not just because Mark mistakenly blamed Tommy for my drug habit, but because he knows Tommy loves me, and that during the times I am straight I have gotten close to him as well. I would never say love as I really didn't think I was capable of it, but Tommy was good to me when I let him be. I also understood Mark's feeling because I had been very jealous of Krissy, and even now it bothered me Cynthia was calling. Cyn as he called her, had been Mark's little plaything for over a year while he fucked whoever he wanted. Lately however, Mark had been talking about her differently, and for her to still want to be around him after Max told me that Cynthia had more than a passing interest in my brother. In an effort to get off the subject of Mark and I's twisted relationships I continued;

"Point is little brother there are people who will wonder why we have no one. I mean it's like I said before...."

"We're not for all the time." Mark said, and I could hear some bitterness creeping into his voice. "I understand that sis, I'm not saying to run to fucking Kentucky and get married like the rest of the inbreds up there. All I'm saying is I want some time with my sister after all this."

I could feel Mark tensing up, and felt even worse than before, but I had to make the point.

"Okay Mark," I said soothingly. "I want that too. I'm just saying we need to be careful and..."

"I need you Meg," Mark cut in. "I know you think I don't but I do sis, so just a few weeks okay?"

"I'd love that." I said feeling a sense of relief flow through me, not just that Mark seemed to understand, but hearing him say he needed me.

"Listen Megan one more thing about after this is finished."

"What is it?" I asked concerned again as Mark had gotten a very intense look on his face.

"I..." 

Mark stopped and got that faraway look in his eyes. I hadn't seen that look since the night I had snuck into his room and not only fucked him but convinced him to fight. As I watched, Mark seemed to drift away even further, and even turned his head as if he were listening to something. I saw with a start it was almost six. Was Alex walking around out there? I cocked my own head; because we had both been attacked at night as children, both Mark and I had very acute hearing. I didn't hear anything, and by then Mark seemed to have come back to himself. 

"I want us to go away for a few days, be completely alone. Maybe New Hampshire."

"Ummm okay I guess," I said frowning. Mark had blurted that out quickly, as if he were trying to get it out before he stopped. "Any special reason?"

"I..." Once again Mark seemed as if he were struggling, and I found myself wondering if he really were a little unbalanced. "I need to talk to you about something sis."

"And we have to go away for that?" I asked. "Are you okay little brother?"

I asked because Mark had winced and put his hand up to his temple. As I watched he began to rub the spot where the steel plate had been inserted when he was fourteen. I frowned in concern wondering if Max had hit Mark there. Mark had received a concussion from the fight and being right handed most of Max's punches had landed on that side of Mark's face.

"I'm fine." Mark said, but I swear I saw his hand shaking before he put it back down

"So talk to me now Mark," I told him.

Mark shook his head

"I can't right now sis." He winced again but kept his hands in his lap.

"Why not Mark?" I slid over until I was close enough to put my arm around his shoulders. "We can..."

"Look Megan I need to tell you something but it can't be now." Before I could ask why again Mark continued once again looking as if he were struggling to get the words out. "I...I can't tell you until this is all over."

I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. I didn't like the look on Mark's face, not at all.

"You can't do that to me Mark." I told him. "Just tell me now." I forced a laugh, and trying to turn it into a joke, pouted and using the little girl voice said;

"Please little brother? If you tell me your big sister will be ohhh so grateful."

Mark shook his head.

"I'm telling you now so that you won't let me off the hook later." He put his head down and whispered; "There's something wrong with me sis and I've never told anyone, not even you. So when this is done and we get some time to rest I want to tell you."

"Mark you..." I swallowed hard. "You're not sick are you?" 

The thought of something being seriously wrong with my brother was beyond devastating. 

"No," Mark said quickly. "That's not it sis, I promise." Mark kissed my cheek. "Its... look Megan it just has to wait. Like I said I want you to make me tell you. I'll tell you what, we'll go next weekend. I have some money put away."

"Mark what do you mean make you?"

"If I tell you next weekend I don't want to talk, make me." Seeing my concern Mark added; "Right now I can't have you knowing because you'll worry more and..."

Mark sighed,

"I need you to promise me something Meg." 

"Anything Mark." I squeezed his hand tightly.

"I was trying to downplay it, but I think your right Alex knows, or thinks he does, and he's playing games."

"I told you Mark!" I said "And now you're in here and I know he's up by now he's going to catch you in here and..."

"Let me finish sis." Mark looked me in the eye and he had that intense look in them. "He is going after you Meg, he's almost positive and probably could have caught us since, but he's playing. He knows that you think he knows, he also knows you're a nervous wreck. He's goading you Meg, wants you to admit it. You haven't, so trust me he is up to something, and it will be during that test."

"I thought you said he wouldn't!"

"I was trying to keep you calm so you would sleep." Mark sighed. "The only way out Meg is to outplay him. I can do it Meg, but you need to promise me that no matter what happens at that test you don't say anything, just sit and let me handle it."

"How are you going to..."

We both jumped as there was a knock on the door.

"Hey Megan is Mark in there?"

I groaned at the sound of Alex's voice. He knew damn well Mark was in here with me. Mark slid further onto the edge of the bed and pushed against my hip with his hand. Taking his cue I slid back to the middle of the bed, and leaned back so I was sitting propped up on the pillows, the sheet up over my legs. 

"C'mon in." Mark called out. "It's unlocked."

Just as Alex opened the door it hit me, that Mark's unlocking the door had been smart, if Mark had to unlock the door to let Alex in it would have looked bad. Not for the first time I was amazed by Mark's uncanny self preservation instincts. Still could he get us past Alex when it came down to it? I looked up as Alex entered the room. Alex was dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top that exposed his powerful shoulders and arms. As he looked at me I recalled the dream I had and looked away.

"Awfully early to be banging on doors isn't Alex?" Mark asked quietly.

"Well it's not like you two weren't up in here." Alex paused and smirked. "Am I interrupting something?"

Alex had looked at me when he said it. Remembering what Mark had said about him taking advantage of my nervousness, I made sure I returned his stare.

"We were just talking." I said quietly.

Alex's smirk grew broader.

"Of course you were," He laughed enjoying himself. "What else would you be doing?" he shook his head. "Think we had this conversation last week."

"Alex?" Mark asked.

"Yeah Mark?"

"It's six am what the fuck do you want?"

Alex turned away for me to look at my brother.

"What's your problem Mark?" Another smile. "Did I disturb you? Would you like me to leave so you can finish..." He glanced back at me as he finished. "Talking?"

"My problem is you looking for me like I'm a friggin kid. What did you want? Or do just like busting my sister's balls?"

As he spoke, Mark stood up and walked over towards where Alex was standing. 

"Actually I was going to see if you wanted to go for a run. It's nice and cool out right now." Alex shrugged. "I heard you guys talking so I knocked."

"So you were lurking." Mark stated simply.

He had reached Alex and was staring into his eyes. Alex returned the gaze calmly.

"I listened for a minute, if I didn't hear any," he coughed. "Talking, I wouldn't have knocked."

"So what did you have, your goddamn ear to the door?" Mark asked.

"Nah," Alex said glancing over at me. "I wouldn't need to; Megan over there is pretty loud. Can hear her talking right through the door."

This time I didn't look at Alex, I simply stared past him and out of the bedroom door. From where I was sitting I could see the bar across the living room. There was a bottle of Captain Morgan on top of it. Damn I could use one, settle my nerves down so I could deal with this asshole. Alex saw me staring and turned to look over his shoulder out into the parlor. I dropped my gaze down into my lap hoping it didn't occur to him what I was looking at. Alex turned back and looked like he was going to say something when Mark said;

"Alex, if you've got something to say just fucking say it."

"What do you mean?" Alex asked, his gorgeous blue eyes narrowing as if he didn't know what Mark was talking about. "I was saying that your sister talks really loud."

"No Alex," Mark replied with that all too familiar edge in his voice, "You're busting our fucking balls. If you...."

"Hey Mark chill out," Alex said putting his hands up. "I know you like to stick up for you big sister over there, but all I said was that she was loud." He grinned. "Hell, loud isn't always a bad thing is it?"

"No Alex, you know exactly what you're doing." 

Mark stepped right up to Alex and I started to get nervous. My brother's body language was aggressive; he was trying to use that air of indignation the two of us had always gotten if we thought anyone was suggesting that we were closer than we should be. Warner did not step back ,instead he spread his hands out as if he still didn't I know why Mark was upset.

"Damn Mark, I just wanted to see if you wanted to go jogging, figured it would be good for you. As for knocking," he laughed. "I knew you were in here because you weren't anywhere else and figured if you were in here you guys were up." The smirk made another appearance. "I mean it's not like you guys would be doing anything except T..."

"Stop with the bullshit Alex" Mark snapped. "You know damn well the game your fucking playing." He raised his left arm pointing his injured hand in Alex's face. "You've been busting Megan's balls ever since last week."

"Calm down Mark," Alex said. "I don't know what the hell she was all upset about last week and I don't know why you're all jerked off now."

"Oh please Alex, I'm not one of those stupid rich assholes you hang around with I..."

"Enough Mark." Alex said.

He had said it quietly, but there was now a tone in his voice as well. Reaching up he put his hand on the cast on Mark's arm and pushed it away.

"Am I playing around? Yeah maybe a little but know what? If sis over there wasn't acting like the cat that ate the canary I wouldn't have even asked her what was going on. Then she gets all flustered and starts flipping out." Alex shrugged. "Hell she said you were talking last week too, so okay the two of you talk a lot."

Alex had once again emphasized the word talk. My stomach was now in knots. Mark was not handling this right; it was if he was trying to get Alex to accuse us on the spot. In the past we had fooled others but Alex was far too shrewd for this. Mark was extremely smart, already demonstrating a lawyer's ability to get people to admit to things without even knowing they were, but Alex was older than my brother, and had been running a multimillion dollar business since he had been my age. With a sinking feeling I realized my brother was out of his league.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 29



"I mean really Mark," Alex continued; "She wigs out and then can't take a few jokes, and now I'm a prick." He grunted. "You know you don't have to thank me for helping, but don't treat me like an asshole in my own place."

Mark started to say something but I spoke up.

"Let it go Mark," I said quietly. "Alex is right, it's my fault I... I wasn't myself last week and I turned it into more than it was." I took a shot of my own at throwing Alex off. "I don't blame him for busting me up I acted like an idiot, he knows there's nothing going on it's my fault for being stupid."

"It's not your fault sis," Mark said. "You're under a lot of stress and someone," Mark glanced at Alex. "Doesn't need to rub it in."

"Yeah Megan," Alex said. "It's not your fault, it never is." He shook his head. "Funny how Mark has no patience for anyone but never blames you for anything. Nothing is ever you, it's everyone else. You're just a tragic tale that everyone picks on. You're a mess because you're ...."

"She's what?" Mark snapped.

This time there was enough of a threat in his tone that Alex did step back from him as he came forward. Mark's hand came up quickly, and I cringed, thinking he was going to try to hit Alex. Alex's right hand came up just as fast as my brother's catching the top of Mark's hand as it was coming up and holding it there.

"Easy Mark." I felt a surge of relief as Alex sounded calm as he spoke. "I was just going to say she's having a hard time because she's doing the right the thing and staying away from the bar and the other shit. That's it."

"No Alex, there was more." Mark said, and suddenly whipping his hand out from underneath Alex's, brought it around and towards his face.

This time Warner's left hand snapped up and stopped directly in front of Mark's. My brother's finger stuck into Warner's palm and I relaxed a bit as I realized he was only going to stick his finger in Alex's face. I was once again amazed at how fast Alex was, the only person I had ever met that whose hands were as fast as Mark's.

"There was more," Alex continued still speaking very calmly. "I was going to say suffering from withdrawal. And honestly that's no one's fault but hers. But you never seem to think that." Alex pushed my brother's hand away and finished; "You're more in denial about her problems than she is."

"You know she's sitting right there don't you?" Mark asked his eyes widening.

I had to do something; Mark was getting worked up and Warner's remaining calm was fueling his frustration, and I had no doubt Alex knew that. As I prepared to move the covers and get up, I realized that my night shirt was up around my hips. I started to push it down, and then stopped as an idea leapt into my mind. No I couldn't .... Oh what the hell! Before I could change my mind, I tossed the covers off the bed onto the floor. As I knew they would Alex and Mark both turned at the movement.

"Meg!" Mark snapped and pointing down instantly turned his back to me.

I looked down.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed in mock surprise.

Not only was the night shirt up to my hips, but I had swung my right leg down onto the floor leaving my pussy partially exposed. I stayed there for a moment, as if frozen, giving Alex a chance to get a good look before, with an obvious effort, he also quickly put his back to me. I immediately brought my leg back up onto the bed, and lifting my hips pulled the shirt back down.

"I...um." I stopped, and honestly a bit upset I had given Alex a look, especially after that dream found myself blushing; "Sorry about that." I added lamely

"Don't be." Alex said. I could see his face in the mirror and could tell he was trying not to laugh. "Hell I've been trying to get you to show me for years I'll take what I can get."

"Glad I could make your day." I said rolling my eyes.

"You did, that's probably the first pussy he's seen that he hasn't had to pay for in months." Mark said as he turned around.

"Hey look," Alex said turning back around as well. "Just because I occasionally help out a young coed doesn't mean I'm paying for it."

"If you did it after, it's a favor," Mark said. "In advance it's prostitution."

"Oh really councilor?" Alex asked. "And how is it that you paid for your books last semester?" Before Mark could answer Alex continued; "Oh Robin may I rub your feet? What's that? Wear the shirt you just bought me? "You want me to take you how? Oh yes ma'am."

I laughed out loud, as when Alex had finished, he had put his head down, and looking up put on a perfect imitation of the shy little smile that Mark would conjure up for Robin who I had seen him with at Mitch's. I always got a kick out of watching Mark act like that with her and Alex had hit it dead on.

"Whatever." Mark said shaking his head. "I'd rather be paid for it then pay for it."

"Paying for its better. You make them..."

"Umm do you mind?" I asked.

"Sorry." Alex said then looking at Mark sighed and said;

"Okay listen Mark I don't want to fight with you, either of you. We're all in this together." He put his hand on Mark's arm.

"Besides you got that test tonight and you need to be relaxed so let's just forget about all this shit okay?"

"You're the one that needs to drop it Alex." Mark said simply. "I'm putting Megan through enough you don't need to chime in."

"Look Mark, I'm only joking okay? Megan says you were talking you were talking. I mean I understand you guys have been through a lot and like to talk." 

At this I saw the smirk start to return. Mark had been looking my way, and I gave my head a quick shake hoping he would get my meaning and just let Alex go for now.

"Hell," Alex continued; "You guys talk all the time and I think that's great. I really do, that your that close." Alex gave a mock sigh and added;

"Wish I had a big sister I could talk to that way."

With that Alex turned away from us. I looked up into the mirror and saw that he was smiling broadly. I was relieved that my little show had stopped the argument, but felt my head begin to pound. Alex had no idea I could see him in the mirror and that smile was genuine; he knew. I looked at Mark who had that blank look in his eyes again. Mark shook his head then glancing over at me said;

"I'm going to go for that run, think I could use it. Why don't you go back to sleep Meg? You must be tired."

"Yeah kind of." I told him as I pulled the covers back over me and slid down into the bed.

"Shouldn't stay up all night talking then." Alex said from the doorway.

Mark didn't say anything, but simply walked past him, going out into the living room where he turned to wait for Alex. 

"Hey Megan," Alex began as he started to close the door.

"What Alex?"

"If you ever want to talk let me know," He winked. "I'm a great listener."

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 Authors note; Just a quick reminder, now that you have finished reading to go check my homepage for my big announcement. Now on another note I would like to extend a shout out to Literotica author JJJohns. JJ has been helping with my work for several chapters now (Now I was really behind schedule with this chapter and did not send it to him so he is off the hook for any grammar problems here)in addition to doing so he has been posting stories of his own and I urge you to check out his work. You can find him on my favorites page. Well next chapter will put the Alex/Mark/Megan/ Lex Talionis story arc to rest and mark the end of any kind of multi part story lines. Starting with ch.31 things will begin to move along quickly as we get closer to the conclusion of Siblings with benefits. As always thank you for reading! Lovecraft68



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 30



Authors note; Well a couple of things first of I know it's been awhile between chapters but when you see the length of this thing (131 word pages, 12 lit pages, 44,000+ words) I hope you'll cut me some slack. Now first off I could have released this a couple of days sooner but waited. Why? Well normally Lit stories take 3 days to post which means if all goes well you are reading this on 5/13th. Now not only is the Friday the 13th all but a national holiday for me but it also marks one year to the date that my first story "Almost Perfect" debuted here. Now, onto this epic of a chapter. Well part of why this chapter is long is it is parts of 3 chapters and I tied them together. This chapter concludes Lex Talionis (I do owe Lex ch. 6 but that will be Marks pov and will youch on other events) it also ties up the Alex Warner story arc. Now at the end I come back to the present which probably breaks the rules of "technical" writing but I did not want to create another chapter. Another reason for the length is that this is "uncut" Most people are reading SWB for the story over the sex so keeping that in mind this is my full vision a "novelesque" version so to speak with a lot of character interaction and a side of Mark previously unseen at least in how he treats Megan. This chapter sets up the final chapters and things will go quicker. Well that's that so hopefully you have set aside some time to read this bad boy. As always thank you for reading Lovecraft68

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I opened my eyes slowly, and as I lied there squinting against the pounding in my head, I found myself staring up at the forest mural painted on the ceiling. The forest, complete with several small animals peeking out from the bushes and trees, was the imaginary place I had created in my mind back when I was 9. The forest was the place I would run to when Frank, my foster father, was having his way with me. Near the end of my time there I had gotten so good at running there that I would stay there for hours even after he was finished with me. Sometimes I would even go there when I first came home from school knowing his wife wasn't home and he would be after me right away.

I had painted the mural when I was fifteen and had been living with mom and dad for four years. In some ways it was a reminder of those painful memories yet at the time, and in times since it was a symbol of peace for me. The forest represented a good place and a refuge from pain and suffering. In the first several years I lived with mom and dad I had never needed to go there again. My life had been saved and, not only was I in a loving environment, but I was a beautiful girl who had an amazing talent for painting and a bright future ahead of me in every way. Over the last couple of year however I would give anything to be able to find that place in my head again. A place I could rest, feel safe, enjoy the company of my little animal friends. To my dismay however, I found that I could not get back there so instead sought the refuge of alcohol and drugs, an artificial peace that lasted only until I crashed and would lead to me wanting more.

I closed my eyes and took several long deep breaths as I waited for the banging in my head to subside. After a minute I opened my eyes again, and turning my head, looked over at the alarm clock. It was eight am. I sighed. I had gone to sleep at eleven o'clock and hadn't opened my eyes until just now. Nine hours of solid sleep, which was exactly what I needed considering I probably hadn't gotten much more than that combined in the last three nights. The pounding in my head however, and the guilt that that pain brought with it, reminded me of how it was that I had gotten that much needed sleep.

I turned my head, wincing at the pain it caused, and looked over at Mark. My brother was lying on his back and sleeping soundly. I felt another twinge of guilt as I looked at him. Mark needed the sleep as badly as I did, but the only reason he was sleeping like this was because I had slipped two Ambien into his coke last night. Mark and I had been staying with mom and dad since that terrible scene Thursday night at Murdock's office. Friday and Saturday night Mark and I had barely slept and for the most part just talked. It had been just like the old days; we sat on the porch for hours then went, and after locking our doors, Mark would slip into my room through the bathroom.

Of course Mark had looked for sex but I had held him off by telling him that Mom wasn't sleeping much due to the Judge's decision being on Monday, and after what had happened with Alex, I was too worried about getting caught. This was mostly the truth, but also part of it, especially on Friday, was that I was still extremely sore from Thursday night when my brother had all but torn me apart. On Saturday I had said no again, but also knew we needed to sleep, and had caved partway and we had gotten off in a sixty nine. It had felt amazing, we had cum at the same time and as I moaned and squealed, grinding my pussy in Mark's face, his cock had exploded in my mouth and I had eagerly sucked down every drop. As hard as we had both cum however we had not fallen asleep until close to dawn and had gotten up early to meet with Murdock for one more run through before this morning's hearing.

Last night we both desperately needed to sleep and dad had taken mom out to dinner and to go play cards with some friends, and Mark and I had gone at it like animals. We started at seven and at ten o'clock had collapsed sweating, and gasping onto the sheets after fucking for the fourth time in three hours. At that point even though Mark looked exhausted, I had gone downstairs to get him a soda, and had slipped the pills into it. As I had opened the capsules and poured the contents into the coke I had felt terrible, it had been my drugging Mark so I could sneak out on him and stealing his rent money that had led him to running into Max in the first place.

Of course slipping the pills to my brother did not make me feel nearly as bad as what I had done next. I had lied down cuddled up to Mark until he fell asleep then getting up, I got dressed in the bathroom, and slipping out the back door, walked the two blocks to the liquor store. I bought a pint of Captain Morgan and a liter bottle of coke then walked back home. After pouring half the soda out onto the lawn, I poured the rum in, and sitting on the porch swing, drank the entire thing. It had been the first time I had drank in a month and it hit me hard. I had all but had to crawl up the stairs to get back into my room. Once there I had no sooner stripped and slid into the bed next to Mark then everything went black and I fell into that blissful oblivion that I had denied myself for the past weeks.

The throbbing in my head settled down to a manageable ache, and propping myself up on my elbow, I watched Mark sleep. My brother's features were completely relaxed and once again I was amazed at how truly beautiful he really was. At the moment however that beauty was marred by a blackened left eye and the large lump just underneath of it. I frowned as I looked at it. The eye definitely looked better than it had but I would still, as I did for the hearing Friday morning, have to put make up on his eye to tone down the color and swelling and once again hope the judge thought this was still the bruising from Mark's fight with Max.

As I continued to watch Mark I recalled with a shudder how out of control my brother had been Thursday night. Mark had all but completely lost it and scared the shit out of me. In a way I had been more afraid then than I had that day when I had stopped him from killing Max. At least on that day I knew the reason Mark had become unhinged but Thursday had come out of nowhere. Mark had gone from acting indignant, and demanding an apology from Alex to an all out rage. At first I had thought Mark was just over reacting to keep up the ruse of being upset about Alex accusing us of, well the truth of course, that we were fucking. Then Mark had really exploded and when the fight between he and Alex had started I was too stunned at first to even react. Fortunately as always I had been able to get Mark to stop. As it was Mark had still been out of control right up until I let him take it out on me. As always that had finally settled him down but for the first time since I had been with Mark I had found myself afraid of him.

I pushed all that from my mind. In three hours the final hearing to decide if there should be a trial would commence and I was due to testify. I needed to have my head as clear as possible. Leaning over I kissed Mark gently on the cheek, and couldn't help but smile as he made a soft cooing noise in his sleep and nuzzled his face into the pillow. I reached out and lightly caressed his cheek then slowly let my hand trail down his neck and rest on his muscular chest. As much sex as we'd had last night I thought of waking him and playing, just going nice and slow and enjoying, but we didn't have to leave for two more hours and I wanted him to rest. Carefully rolling over I slipped out of the bed, and put on the pink night shirt mom had bought me when she took me shopping yesterday.

I felt a pang of sadness as I thought of that. I really had hardly anything of my own these days. I had moved so many times in the last couple of years and sometimes in such a hurry that I always left things behind. Mom had bought me quite a few things yesterday and I had kept telling her not too but she wouldn't take no for an answer. Mom had loved having Mark and I back home the last couple of days and had mentioned a dozen times how both of us could stay as long as we wanted. I would consider it if dad seemed like he wanted me to as well but, although dad was being civil, I could tell he was not thrilled with me, and really was on the fence about whether or not he should hope Mark got off or not. Not to mention the fact that if I stayed Mark would stay and we would get too close.

As it was, Cynthia had swung by yesterday, and told him that her roommate had moved out and Mark was welcome to come stay with her. Mark told her he would think about it but he wanted to stay at least a couple of weeks with 'his family'. Translation; Mark wanted to enjoy some time in his big sister's bed. Not that I would be complaining, and if the hearing went well, Mark had said he wanted to go away for a couple of days and that would be even more fun. I had however, told Mark that after a couple of weeks to go stay with her and I would give Tommy a call. Mark wanted me to try to stay with the folks but dad didn't really want me here and didn't want to disappoint mom again in case I slipped up like I had so many times over the last couple of years.

Picking up the pack of cigarettes off the nightstand I went over to sit in the old rocking chair next to the window that I had loved as little girl. Speaking of things I had loved as a child, the old beat up stuffed Scooby doo that was the first thing mom had ever bought me was sitting there. I scooped up Scooby, and after lighting the cigarette, sat back in the chair and held it against my chest like I had when I was little. I took a deep drag, and holding the smoke in my lungs for as long as I could slowly let it trickle out of my mouth. Dad would shit if he knew I was smoking up here but I'm sure not as much as if he knew what I'd had in my mouth last night. I shook my head; Thursday night had been a louder nastier version of that day at the hotel when dad had caught us in bed together. 

Twice Mark and I had been caught and both times, by the end of it all, the people who had caught us, people who were close to us, had been made by us to feel as if they had done something wrong. I hated to lie and hurt the few people who were good to me, but at the end of the day, Mark and I had promised to protect each other at all costs. I took another long drag on the cigarette and pushed Thursday's disaster out of my head. In about two hours I would be taking the stand to testify on my brother's behalf and I needed to be as focused as possible. Friday was supposed to be the final hearing but the Judge was still trying to decide on whether or not this should go to trial and if so exactly who would be the plaintiff. The results of Mark's polygraph test had seemed to give him pause for thought, and in an unorthodox move, the Judge had decided to have the equivalent of a small trial for the last hearing this morning.

Normally at a hearing the only people who spoke were the attorneys and the only people who could ask questions were the prosecutor. From day one however Judge Roberts had been unclear of which attorney should be prosecuting in the first place. Murdock had stated that Mark was not interested in pressing any charges. That Max had taken enough of his life and he just wanted this to be done with. On the other hand the State Prosecutor representing Max smelled a cover up, and was also a young attorney looking to make a name for himself, and wanted to prove that Mark set Max up. So it would come down to today. According to Murdock if Roberts could not find enough in favor of Max to press charges against my brother there would be no trial. That is not to say Mark would be free and clear Murdock had mentioned anger management, counseling as well as probation for Mark, Max could end up seeing jail time if the Judge didn't buy his claim that Mark gave him the coke.

If Roberts did decide to go to trial then Mark was going to be in trouble. The trial would not have as short of a time limit as the hearing and the prosecution would have more time to dig into the evidence. Murdock said that everything would be gone through with a fine tooth comb. Further complicating things was that Mark would be going to trial with a public defender as, without Alex paying, Murdock could no longer represent Mark. Making matters worse my brother's story of not recognizing Max was weak at best, and sooner or later, the prosecution would see through the ruse. 

Murdock seemed to have no doubt that the further it went the worse it would get for Mark, who if found guilty, even if he did minimal time, would lose any chance of ever becoming a lawyer. My brother's future, to go along with his childhood, would be taken from him by an animal that had no right still being alive. I put the cigarette out and told myself that it would not come to that. The Judge already seemed as if he were giving Mark every chance and the fact that in addition to myself, mom was also going to testify, as well as one of Mark's karate instructors, two of his college professors and...

I frowned, as the last person that was due to testify was Alex, and who knew if he still would. Alex was a hell of a character witness to have; a member of a wealthy family who sat on quite a few boards throughout the state of RI and whose family had an impeccable reputation. Alex's company Orion Electronics had also provided Mark's scholarship. The scholarship was private and created by Alex it was called the 'best of the best'. The scholarship, which for Mark, would not just cover PC, but if he maintained his grades take him through Suffolk law as well, was about more than just academics. 

Orion only gave out one of these per year and in addition to scholastic awards was based on all around excellence. Mark had been an all state baseball player, as well as a black belt who had won over two dozen full contact tournaments. My brothers IQ tested at the gifted level and he was in peak physical condition. Alex had chosen my brother not only for all those things but because of where he had come from and how he had managed to overcome that troubled past. Alex's testimony would be critical to my brother's character and after Thursday night it was unlikely he would even show up today. It was one of life's twisted little ironies that the past which Mark had seemingly overcome, had reared its ugly head and could now take his future. In that, like so many other things Mark and I were mirror images of each other. Mom and Dad had adopted me young, loved me, turned my life around and encouraged my talent, yet here I was homeless, working a shitty part time job I had to beg to get back and couldn't go more than a few weeks without drugs or alcohol.

I sighed and once again just tried to focus on what I needed to do. The point of my testimony was to speak of how bad off Mark was from the years with Max and to mention the nightmares, the way he wouldn't speak and to stress how far he had come. I was also to relate some of the stories of Mark's past. This was a dangerous game as everything I would speak of could have a dual effect on the judge. For our cause what Murdock wanted to establish was how badly Mark had been abused which would explain the frightening level of violence Mark had used on Max. That finally recognizing Max had triggered years of pent up anger and pain causing my brother to lose control.

The potential downside was that every bit of testimony that spoke of the abuse Mark had endured at Max's hands created a motive for Mark to want to kill him as well as making it harder to believe he had somehow blocked out Max's face and voice. Murdock had spoken to Mark yesterday morning and asked him if he wanted to go through with using testimonies that could go either way for him. Mark said that he was confident that 'fate,' as he put it, would take care of him. Mark also pointed out that Max had just as much motive to go after him as, somehow in his skewed mind, Max blamed Mark for him going to jail. In the end Mark and Max had a history of violence between them and plenty of reason to want to kill each other. It would be the Judges call to decide in this particular case which one was the aggressor. As from the start the biggest advantage Mark had was his amazing success versus Max's history of drug abuse and domestic violence; the 'All American boy' versus the career criminal. 

Unfortunately the All American boy was also covered with demonic tattoos and the prosecution was bringing in a couple of witnesses who had watched Mark get carried away as a bouncer. They were also bringing in a councilor from the group home Mark was last in; the same councilor who had recommended Mark go to a training school and had branded him dangerous. Murdock claimed they were going to bring up the fact that in addition to Mark's temper back then that several times he had tested strangely on psychological exams and they had recommended psychiatric help. Yet anytime a psychiatrist would come in Mark would test completely differently and they could never prove anything was wrong with him except rage issues which were more than justified. 

On that note I thought about the stunt Mark had pulled on the lie detector test and found myself wondering about what really went on in my brother's head. When he would 'go away' people assumed he was day dreaming, the social workers had said it was escaping, the way I had with my forest but there was more there now, I could tell. My father had always claimed that there was something 'behind Mark's eyes' something not right. That something had been there Thursday night I could feel it even more than I had seen it. My brother was not right. Mark knew it as well, and wanted to tell me about it that's why he wanted to go away when this was over. Mark had been keeping something from me and I knew it wasn't anything good. That was if the hearing today ended it. If there was a trial who knew when we would have a chance to get away and Mark swore he wouldn't tell me until it was over. I could already feel my stomach twisting into knots at the thought of today not being the end of this nightmare.

I looked up as I heard Mark moan in his sleep. As I watched he rolled over onto his stomach, his arm reaching out. Not finding me his eyes opened part way. I stood up and walking over to the bed knelt down beside it.




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"Hey little brother I'm right here." I said.

"Oh," Mark whispered. 

His eyes started to close then stopped. He stared at me for a moment and said softly;

"What time is it?" His eyes closed and he forced them open again. "Damn I'm tired."

"You still have time baby," I told him kissing his cheek. "Go back to sleep."

"You coming back to bed sis?" He asked as his eyes closed.

"Yeah," I lied. "Just going to the bathroom just go to sleep and I'll slip back in with you okay?"

Mark grunted something but his eyes stayed shut. I reached out and slowly caressed his back making sure he fell back to sleep. As I rubbed his back I stared at the words Lex Talionis that were tattooed in three inch gothic lettering from shoulder to shoulder. Les Talionis, the law of retaliation, an eye for an eye the definition of revenge. The prosecutor had mentioned it so many times the Judge had finally told him to stop repeating himself. I leaned over and briefly rested my cheek on my brother's warm back. I thought about getting back into bed but I knew I wouldn't sleep and if I lay there long enough I would end up rubbing Mark's back and getting myself worked up. My parents, I am sure, were up downstairs and who knew if mom would come upstairs to see if we were up and if we were okay.

I stood up, and after placing Scooby on the pillow next to my brother, went into the bathroom. I turned the water on, and while I waited for it to warm up, stripped my night shirt off and looked at myself in the mirror. I had certainly seen better days. Always a little on the thin side I had lost a lot of weight a few months ago when Tommy and I had been partying every day. I had started to put some back on but my nerves had been too shot to eat much lately, and as I raised my arms over my head, I could see my ribs beginning to show. I had dark circles under my eyes and my eyes themselves, despite the sleep from last night, were as red as if I were stoned, which dad had accused me of last night. I shook my head sadly as that had set Mark and my father arguing and mom had to get in the middle. 

Of course I had not been stoned, but a few hours later had been sitting on his porch getting steadily drunk. No I couldn't stay here for too long. I took one more look in the mirror wondering how the hell my brother still found me attractive then turned and went back to the shower. After adjusting the water I slipped in. Turning around and pulling my hair to the side, I sighed as the hot water hit my back. I stood there for a few minutes letting the water beat down on my neck and shoulders easing the tension in my stiff muscles. I stepped back, and leaning my head back, let the water run through my hair. When all of my long thick hair was wet I turned back to face the water and grabbed the bottle of body wash off the shelf. 

I had just started to squirt some onto my hand when I cocked my head; I had thought I had heard something and wondered if mom was already knocking on one of the bedroom doors. I shrugged and began to slowly start to wash my arms, when the curtain was pulled to the side and Mark quickly hopped in behind me.

"Hey sis why don't you let me do that?" 

"Mark you can't be in here!" I said as I turned to face him. "Shit mom could come up and..."

"Bedroom doors are locked sis." Mark said as he deftly plucked the body wash from my hand while leaning in and giving me a kiss.

I pulled back, this wasn't a good idea; I was nervous as it was and I knew my parents were up. Then again I thought, as my eyes took in Mark's naked body and semi hard cock, we would probably hear them knock and... No I told myself we couldn't even if I had to step out I...

"Damn you look great wet sis." Mark said smiling as he slid his arm around my waist and pulled me into him. "Bet you'd look even better all soapy."

Before I could respond Mark's lips found mine again and this time I could not pull away as his hand slid up my back underneath my wet hair, holding my neck. In the end however, he didn't really need to. I was already surrendering to the feeling of my hard nipples pressing into his chest as well as his now erect cock pushing into my stomach. I could also tell that despite his smile my brother was nervous. I could feel the tension in his shoulders as my arms slid around them and his hand was trembling slightly on my wet skin. Up until now, Mark had seemed eerily calm about the hearings, but today was the day. If things continued past this point my brother was going to be in trouble and he knew it. As always when my brother was upset the first things that he sought were the arms, and pussy, of his big sister.

"Didn't you get enough last night baby?" I whispered in his ear as I began to rock back and forth, sliding my erect nipples across his chest.

"I can never get enough of my beautiful sister." Mark said quietly as he placed the body wash back on the shelf.

Mark looked as if he were going to say something, then as I watched, his smile faltered and he suddenly hugged me to him hard enough to cause me to gasp. Mark buried his face into my neck and I knew he was more than nervous; my little brother was scared. I hugged him back and then, as I ran my fingernails through his thick black hair, told him;

"It'll be fine little brother, your big sister is going to be there for you today, and so is mom." I wished I could add Alex but pressed on before that occurred to Mark. "I told you before Mark, I'm never going to let anything happen to you." 

Mark removed his head from my shoulder and pulled back enough to look at me.

"You really think it'll be okay?" he asked softly sounding like a little kid.

I looked at Mark and felt an overwhelming wave of emotion go through me. Seeing my brother, who for the last few years had been the stronger of the two of us by far, this vulnerable caused me to pull him back into my embrace and whisper in his ear;

"What did I say little brother?" I asked. "Your sister is going to help make this right Mark you'll see, this will all be over soon."

I pushed him back and giving him a sexy smile said;

"Now why don't you let me start making it all better right now?"

Before he could answer I took his face in my hands and gave him a long lingering kiss. Mark seemed to resist for just a second, as I had a couple of minutes ago, but now I knew my brother wasn't just horny, he needed me and I would always give him what he needed. I felt Mark relax in my arms and his lips immediately opened to receive his sister's probing tongue. I stepped back pulling Mark along with me so that we were both under the hot water and sighed in pleasure as I slid my arms around him and continued kissing him. The shower had always been my favorite; there was something so amazing about being close to my brother amidst the heat and steam, our soapy flesh pressing together. Speaking of soapy; I broke the kiss and pushing Mark back a step, reached over and grabbed the body wash back off the shelf.

"Turn around baby," I told him as I squirted some into my hand. "Let me wash that sexy back of yours."

Mark flashed me that adorable little smile that I loved and turned his back to me. I lathered up my hands and started slowly rubbing the soap onto his powerful shoulders kneading his tense muscles. Mark sighed contentedly as I took my time working my hands down along his back and across his perfect ass. I stepped up against him so that my tits were pressing against his back, and reaching around him, started washing his chest. Mark made as a soft groaning noise in his throat that turned into a gasp as I couldn't resist giving his nipples a playful pinch. My hands slid across his chest and grabbing his arms slid my soapy hands down to his wrists then slowly back up again, enjoying the feeling of the hard muscles of his forearms and biceps. 

I leaned forward and kissed the back of his neck as I slowly started sliding my nipples back and forth enjoying the slick feeling of the soap across them. Mark leaned his head back and turned to his right his lips catching mine. My hands trailed down his chest and I sighed in appreciation as I began to wash his flat hard stomach. I felt Mark tense up as each time my hand rubbed across his stomach it dipped lower and lower. I reached down and teasingly rubbed my fingers through his pubic hair enjoying how Mark remained still, patiently awaiting his big sisters touch. Finally, unable to resist I wrapped my soapy hand around my brother's huge hard cock and began slowly stroking it. I slid my other hand underneath and started gently rubbing his balls as I stroked him. Mark moaned softly and started rocking his hips in time with my stroking.

"Yeah Mark?" I whispered in his ear. "You like your big sister getting dirty while she gets you all clean?"

"Oh yeah." Mark sighed as I started stroking faster and harder. As I continued to stroke my brother's throbbing cock I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the moment and noticed my hips were beginning to grind into his ass. I removed my hand from his balls, and placing it over my other hand, began to jerk his huge prick off with both. Goddamn he was hung I thought as I slowed my stroking to tease him. We had fucked so much last night I knew we wouldn't have time to rest if I got him off now and this girl definitely needed to feel her little brothers cock in her needy little pussy. Of course I was trying to get my brother to relax so before he fucked his big sister I would give him another treat. Letting his cock go I stepped to the side so the hot water would hit his back. Mark made a sound of protest but after I grabbed his shoulders and urged him to turn around I noticed he was smiling in anticipation. 

As he turned, Mark put his arms up letting the water hit his chest and rinse him off. I stared in admiration and at this point pure lust as the soapy water ran down his chiseled chest and stomach not to mention that magnificent cock. As the last of the soap rinsed away I stepped forward, and putting my hands on his shoulders kissed him long and hard, driving my tongue into his mouth and then sucking on his as he returned the favor. Mark groaned into my mouth and pushed his hard cock into my soft stomach. Damn how I wanted that cock inside of me! Not until I had it between my other lips however. On that note I slid my lips from Mark's and started softly kissing his neck. Mark sighed contentedly as I left his neck and started kissing the top of his chest. As I did Mark's hands found my tits, his thumbs caressing my nipples.

Good as that felt I slid down to my knees away from his hands and started kissing and playfully flicking my tongue across his stomach. Mark reached down and started running his hands through my long wet hair and I could feel his fingers trembling, but now with excitement rather than nerves. Mark's cock was pressing into my chest and, reaching down and grabbing my tits, I pressed them around his thick cock and started rocking up and down, sliding his cock through them.

"Oh that looks good." Mark said as his hands continued stroking my hair.

I bent my head down and remained still. Taking his cue Mark started moving his hips, slowly fucking my small but well shaped tits. I opened my mouth and each time his cock slid up flicked my tongue across the tip. I moaned as I tasted his salty pre cum on my tongue, and letting my tits go, grabbed his cock at the base and gave it a hard squeeze causing a squirt of sticky fluid to hit me in the chin. I felt my pussy begin to flow, and after licking my brother's pre cum off my lower lip, opened wide and brought my head down taking my brother's enormous cock all the way down until my lips were touching the base of his shaft. 

I held him there, loving the feeling of having my mouth full of my brother's hard cock, and then started slowly bobbing my head, taking him down about halfway each time. Mark moaned and placing his hand on the back of my head began guiding my sucking, pushing my mouth further down on his cock and also making me suck him faster. I moaned as well, and not just from the feeling of his cock dripping down my throat. I was picturing myself on my knees in the shower giving my little brother a blow job while my parents were sitting at the kitchen table having coffee. Oh you nasty fucking girl! 

Spurred on by that thought I started sucking faster and harder while jerking him off into my mouth with my right hand. My left hand had dipped down between my legs where I shoved one of my fingers up into my hot little pussy. Mark was moaning louder and his thighs were starting to tremble. Although I did want to fuck him I was so caught up in blowing him that I would gladly let him shoot his hot load in his big sisters mouth and just let him get me off without sex. Apparently my little brother did want his sister's pussy as reaching down he grabbed my shoulders and when I slid his cock from my mouth pulled me up to my feet.

"Your turn." Mark said simply as he pushed against my shoulders so I would turn around.

I didn't have to be told twice. Putting my back to Mark I waited while he grabbed the bottle back off the shelf and squirted some onto my shoulders.

"Arms up."

Giggling like a little girl I put my arms up over my head as Mark, starting at my hands, worked the soap into my skin and slid his hands down the length of my arms. Mark got to the bottom of my arms and then started slowly rubbing my back. 

"Oh that is nice little brother." I said softly as my brother's strong hands massaged the soap into my shoulders. I then moaned as Mark slid his arms around me and began fondling my tits. I leaned back into him and closed my eyes enjoying the heat of the shower and the feel of our wet flesh pressed together as his fingers teased my hard nipples. Continuing to play with my right nipple Mark's left hand trailed down, and after gently washing my soft stomach slipped down between my legs and slid through my sopping wet pussy. I groaned as he slid his hand back up through my soft lips and began rubbing my clit with his soapy fingers. I squirmed against him trying to press my clit harder into his fingers which kept slipping off due to the soap. I whimpered softly and Mark laughed in my ear.

"That's not very nice little brother!" I told him turning my head to the side so he could see I was pouting. "Your big sister wants to cum!"

"And she will." Mark replied after quickly kissing my protruding lower lip. "But I can do better than my fingers.

Pulling me back a step so the water would hit me Mark ran his hands along my body rinsing the soap away. Then, spinning me around to face him, Mark pushed me back past the water until my back touched the shower wall underneath the shower head. Quickly dropping to his knees Mark grabbed my right ankle and tugged on it. Taking his meaning I raised my leg and placed my foot up on his shoulder. I gasped as Mark immediately placed his face between my legs and sucked my swollen clit into his mouth. I leaned my head back and moaned in appreciation as he released my clit from his mouth and began to rapidly swirl his tongue around it. Reaching down I spread my lips and held them open giving my brother better access to his sister's pussy.

I looked down and felt my pussy gush at the sight of my brother, soaking wet and on his knees between my legs, his tongue flicking across my clit. I grabbed his hair with my other hand and started rocking my hips pushing my pussy against his tongue. Mark reached up and plunged two fingers inside causing me to moan and thrust my hips even harder. Mark resumed sucking my clit while pumping his fingers in and out of my hot little box. I removed my hand from my brother's hair and started twisting my left nipple between my fingers. Mark brought his right hand up and grabbing my other nipple gave it a hard pinch. I whimpered as I could feel myself getting close to cumming and began twisting my nipple harder and faster matching the rhythm of Mark's sucking.

I looked down and saw Mark looking up at me. As our eyes met Mark slipped one finger out of my pussy and shoved it up into my ass. I let out a loud squeal as my brother's finger sent me over the edge. I bit down on my lip and whimpered and moaned in my throat as my hips bucked wildly grinding my gushing pussy into my brother's face. Mark continued to suck on my clit as his fingers plunged in and out of both of my tight little holes. I released a long shuddering moan as the last wave of the orgasm flowed through me and started to drop my foot from Mark's shoulder but my brother had another idea.

I yelped in surprise as Mark stood up quickly. Hooking his arms under my thighs my brother lifted me straight up in the air as if I were weightless. I released another loud groan as Mark dropped me down directly onto his hard thick cock. I buried my face into his neck to muffle the sharp cry I let out as his massive prick plunged deep inside of me. When he was all the way inside I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck holding on tightly. Sliding his hands back and until he was cupping my ass Mark started lifting me up and down raising me up several inches before slowly lowering me back onto his amazing cock.

I moaned each time he slid up inside of me, and once again closing my eyes, rested my head on my brother's shoulder as he effortlessly lifted me on and off of his hard flesh. Mark was gasping in my ear every time he entered me and I loved hearing how much he was enjoying his sister's pussy. After a few minutes his gasps were turning to little whimpers and I realized that he couldn't fuck me fast enough to get off like this. If we'd been alone in the house or had more time I would have let him struggle to cum, enjoying those adorable little whimpers, but we had already been in here quite awhile and who knew if mom was on her way up to check on us or not.

"Go ahead Mark," I said in his ear. "Just fuck me! Take what you need baby it's all yours."

Not needing to be told twice Mark leaned forward, pinning me against the wall and began fucking the shit out of me. I opened my mouth and bit into his shoulder to hold back the yelps each time he slammed his cock into me. I dug my nails into his back and continued to groan into his flesh as my brother fucked me faster and faster. Mark whimpered in my ear and after a couple of more savage pumps we both moaned as his cock twitched inside of me and began flooding my eager pussy with his hot thick cum. Oh how I loved when my brother came inside of me! "There you go little brother." I whispered as I stroked his hair and his cock continued to spurt inside of me. "Give your sister all of it every drop."

Mark stopped fucking me but I kept my arms and legs wrapped around him holding me to him and enjoying a few more minutes of being close to him. Reluctantly I dropped my legs from around his waist and let him go. Mark looked at me and said;

"Thanks sis I needed that."

"Hey what are big sisters for right?" I asked laughing. 

Mark nodded but already I could see him getting serious again. I smiled reassuringly at him.

"It really will be okay Mark I promise."

"Okay." Mark answered.

I shut the water off, and we were about to step out, when Mark looked down and seeing the bottle of bodywash on the floor of the shower bent over to pick it up.

"Hey Mark?" I asked grinning.

"What?"

"You know just in case things don't work out today I wouldn't make a habit of bending over in the shower."

"Funny sis." Mark said trying to look pissed although I could tell he was trying not to laugh. 

"Real funny."

*****

I sat on the stairs of the court house smoking a cigarette and trying desperately not to keep looking at my watch to see how long it had been since the judge had told everyone except Mark, Max and the attorneys to leave the courtroom while he went into his chambers to make his decision. I took the last drag of the cigarette noticing my hand was shaking badly, and after grinding it out on the ground, flicked the butt into the basket next to me. I stood up and after taking a second to smooth down the black skirt I was wearing began to pace back and forth. I knew I probably looked like a mess to the people walking in and out of the courthouse but at this point really didn't care. The only thing that mattered to me right now was what was going on in that room.  




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 30



As I turned away from the street and headed back towards the courthouse I saw Alex sitting on the far end of the steps also smoking. Alex was sitting with his head down and I noticed his foot was tapping rapidly on the stair below where he was sitting. I also couldn't help noticing that Warner was sitting on the filthy stairs in what had to be a $500 suit but didn't seem to care. Then again it's not like I had given my brand new skirt much thought as I had been sitting there either. Difference was of course I'm sure Alex hadn't had to have someone buy him his suit because he didn't own anything decent which was my case when Mom had to buy me the skirt and red blouse I was wearing last night.

At the moment mom was waiting inside the courthouse with dad. I had sat with them for the first few minutes but when it became apparent that it could be awhile my nerves got the better of me and I had to come outside and smoke and get some air. Besides it's not like I could do anything different whether I was inside or outside. At this point I had done everything I could do for my brother and his fate now rested in the hands of Judge Joseph Roberts. Taking a deep breath I forced myself to stop pacing and leaned against the railing at the foot of the stairs. I looked back over at Alex who, as I watched flicked his cigarette into the middle of the street and then putting his elbows on his knees rested his head in his hands. 

I felt a surge of mixed emotions go through as I stood staring at Alex. The first was pity which is something that I never thought I would feel for a man I had always seen as a spoiled little bastard. But as I watched Alex sit alone on the stairs I couldn't help but feel both pity and more than a hint of guilt. If Mark managed to get through this it was mostly thanks to Alex. Alex had hired Murdock and had probably paid him a small fortune to take a case that he had initially wanted nothing to do with. Alex had also posted Mark's bail and let not only Mark but me as well stay in his apartment with him for the weeks leading up to the hearings. For his efforts Alex had been attacked by my brother the other night after the poly graph test and been made to feel terrible for accusing us of having sex in his house. Of course I knew that Mark and I had to defend our secret at all costs but Alex, like my father years ago, deserved better than to be lied to and manipulated to cover our forbidden need for each other.

To make me, and Mark as well I'm sure, feel even worse was that, despite that ugly scene the other night, Alex had shown up to testify on my brother's behalf. I hadn't expected him and he showed up at the last minute which was a great relief as Murdock had considered Alex key to convincing the judge of Mark's character. When Alex entered Mark was already seated at the table with Murdock and Mom dad and I were sitting in the first row. Alex nodded to my father and then sat behind us with Mark's professors, his karate instructor and Mitch whom Murdock had brought in case Alex didn't show. Murdock came over and I turned to see him speaking to Alex. Alex nodded at whatever Murdock was saying and when he stepped away Alex turned and our eyes briefly met. I winced at the huge bruise on Alex's cheek and his lip had stitches in it. Alex quickly looked away from me and my father whispered in my ear what the hell was going on. I shrugged and before Dad could press, the court room doors opened, and Max was wheeled in by his girlfriend with his attorney behind him.

I felt my stomach clench. I had only seen Max once before and that had been as he was lying in a bloody heap at my brother's feet. Max's right leg was in a cast and was supported by a sling attached to the top of the wheel chair. His right arm was also in a cast and despite the fact that the fight had been over three weeks ago his face was still bruised and swollen. There was a large white bandage taped to Max's right cheek just under his eye and there was a brace on his neck. Although I had been there that day I found myself horrified at the sheer amount of damage my brother had done. With a sinking feeling in my stomach I realized that if this ever went before a jury Mark would not have a chance. Tearing my gaze away from Max my eyes once again found Alex and was surprised by the look of disgust on Alex's face as he watched Max come in. Alex had no idea of what Mark had gone through until I had told him that day in his office. A muscle in Alex's jaw bunched and I saw him clench his fists before looking away from Max. My attention was drawn from Alex as I became aware of my father next to me. Dad was sitting with his hip against mine and I could feel him shaking. When I looked at him dad had a look of absolute hatred on his face the likes of which I had never seen. My father and Mark had more than their share of differences over the years but Dad was also aware of the horrible things Max had done to my brother and felt the same way about him that he had about Frank, the animal that had raped me, that any man that could beat a child should be killed on the spot. Mom glanced at Max quickly then put her head down unable to even look at him I saw her lips move and distinctly heard the word "animal'. Max's attorney was of course putting on a show of Max being in the wheelchair and taking great care to be careful with him as they wheeled him to the table at the front of the courtroom to the judge's right.

As we sat there I kept looking at Mark to see his reaction to Max, as was the judge and prosecutor I am sure. I was relieved to see that Mark seemed calm. As a matter of fact I knew him well enough to see that he had "gone away" a bit which was probably for the better. The hearing started and the prosecution went first leading with the social worker who had worked with Mark back when he was 15 in the group home. The woman testified that she had deemed Mark potentially dangerous back then and pointed to a history of fighting while in the group home including an incident where Mark had sent another boy to the hospital. She also mentioned Mark's erratic testing and said that he was probably mentally ill. Murdock had then asked her to show him where in any of her reports Mark had started any of the fights he was involved in. The woman could not all incidents had been started by the other boys. 

The woman tried to bring up that Mark had reacted with excessive violence but Murdock quickly dismissed that by simply saying that in those homes when you fought you were fighting for what the rest of your time there would be like and Mark had fought to be left alone. Next she mentioned Mark's test results Murdock looked at them briefly and said they were done by her in her office where were the results taken by the real psychologist that had examined Mark. Those were produced and there were no abnormal results. Next up were two people from club baby head who both spoke of Mark's use of as the prosecutor deemed it 'unnecessary force.' Once again Murdock crossed them up asking if at any time Mark had swung first the answer was no but once again Mark's over reaction came into play. Murdock brushed it off with the fact that in clubs like that a one on one fight could escalate quickly into more than one person jumping in and Mark's job was to end fights quickly and decisively.

I sat there listening numbly hoping that the judge was buying Murdock's points. To me they seemed valid but then again I was also a bit biased so to speak. Finally Max was wheeled up to the stand where haltingly, through a wired jaw, he told the story of how he had met Mark at the Green bar and how they had started hanging out. Max claimed he had no idea who Mark was and then got to the point where he admitted that he used cocaine from time to time and Mark had offered to sell him some. Max spoke of going to Mark's apartment where Mark had given him coke then told him who he was. Max said at that point he did recognize Mark and was going to try to leave without a fight but then Mark attacked him. Max said that Mark had been calm and in full control of what he had been doing. When he was done the prosecutor stood up and ran down a list of Max's injuries. Mentioning the fact that his right knee may never completely heal and that he needed plastic surgery for the piece of his face Mark had bitten off. At that comment I heard my mother whisper 'oh my God' and dad looked down shaking his head.

Murdock's questions to Max revolved around how could Max have beaten Mark for close to five years, almost killed him, been jailed over him and not recognized him? Max's answer was that Mark was older and looked different. Murdock was skeptical and kept coming back to the fact that Max had to have kept thinking about him. Granted Mark was now an adult but still... At that point Murdock had produced a photo of Mark taken at age 16 at the group home and showed it to Max before showing it to the judge and saying that Mark was only five years older now and still had basically the same features. Murdock brought up Mark's eyes which he pointed out were extremely unique having more than one color and he would think that they would be hard to forget. Max shrugged and said he never really had paid attention to Mark's eyes and Mark had a beard when he was hanging with him.

Murdock had nodded and seemed as if he were done then, turning back to Max, he asked him once more if he was sticking to the story that he never recognized Mark, that right up until Mark identified himself he had no idea who he was. Max said that was the truth and Murdock nodded once more. Murdock then walked back over to the table and grabbing a folder brought it over to Max and the judge and removed a piece of paper. Murdock said the paper was a signed affidavit from Billy Jenks the bartender from the Green bar. Murdock said that in the statement Billy declared that on the last day that Mark had been at the Green Bar he had specifically heard Max ask Mark if he knew him and Mark had said no. Billy's statement went on to say that he then walked away and the next thing he knew Max was yelling at Mark and told him to go outside with him.

Murdock handed the document to the prosecutor to examine then turning back to Max asked if he wanted to change his story. Max began looking nervous and said he thought Mark might have been a narc. Murdock said that in that case the question would have been who are you? Not do I know you? Murdock left off with that and after telling the judge that if there were a trial Mr. Jenks had already agreed to testify to what was written in the statement. When he walked back to sit next to Mark I felt a surge of hope go through me. That had been a brilliant maneuver; Murdock had led Max into saying the same thing that Mark was saying that they did not recognize each other. Not only that, but Billy's statement made Max sound like he was lying. 

The Judge now called for Murdock to bring his character witnesses up and I begin to feel myself get nervous once more knowing I would be up there soon. First Mark's teachers spoke briefly of his academic excellence and how dedicated he was to his studies. Mark's karate instructor was next speaking of how disciplined Mark was; how over the years martial arts had helped Mark learn how to control his temper and give him a competitive outlet to work out his issues. Mitch then was called upon and he spoke of how much he trusted my brother. Mark lived upstairs from the bar, had the keys to it as well as the combination to the safe and nothing had ever gone missing. Mitch also mentioned how Mark would stay at the bar even when he wasn't working so that Cynthia was never there alone. 

Alex then took the stand and testified well for my brother. Alex spoke of how impressed he had been with where Mark had come from and what he had achieved. My brother was a true success story in every sense of the word and had made full use of the second chance life had given him. Alex even seemed to get a bit emotional at the end, his voice tightening up a bit as he closed with saying that my brother had already lost enough to his past and that it would be a travesty to see him lose more to the person that had already taken so much from him. 

Mom went next and was in tears within minutes describing how lost Mark had been when he came to live with us. How he was afraid to even speak and always seemed to be afraid that she and dad were going to hurt him because it was all he knew. Mom testified about Mark's nightmares and how he would go days without sleeping because he was afraid to. Mom, like Alex, then spoke of how different my brother was now. How confident and dedicated he was to making a good life for himself. How excited he was for his future and how much he appreciated his new family. The prosecutor asked mom if Mark had ever described Max to her and she said no. Mark had not discussed Max much with her and she had never pushed him too. The prosecutor asked mom if Mark had ever told her about his nightmares and Mom answered that Mark didn't talk much about them and claimed upon waking up that he could not remember details just that he was scared.

Mom stepped down and Murdock called my name. I slowly approached the stand and as I reached the seat next to the judge found that I felt strangely calm. This was my chance to help my brother, to do something besides get him in trouble or cause him to worry about me. Once I had been sworn in Murdoch asked me if Mark had discussed some of the things that he had gone through with me. I answered yes and then Murdoch asked if I would share some of them with the judge. I took a deep breath and started, as mom had, with Mark's being afraid to speak and sleep, feeling bad for saying it, but knowing it would help paint the picture, I even brought up the fact that Mark was afraid of the dark from being locked in a closet for days at a time. 

As I spoke I had managed to remain calm however while speaking I had turned my head and saw Max sitting there in his wheelchair behind the table. Even as I was speaking, telling of how Mark had never used his past as a crutch and worked hard at having a normal life, I was overwhelmed at the sheer size of Max. Even sitting in the chair he was tall and his shoulders were almost freakishly broad. Suddenly I had an image of Max hitting Mark. Not the Mark of today, who was one hundred and eighty pounds of pure muscle, but my brother as a small child. I stopped talking as the images continued, my poor brother being punched and thrown into a closet, of being hit every time he 'made noise'. I pictured Mark as a young child sobbing in a dark closet alone and in pain, unloved, with no friends, no hope. The one thing he had at one point was the thought that his big sister was out there and would someday find him. 

As Murdock asked me if I was okay I imagined Max looking into my brother's battered face and telling him his sister was dead taking that last little bit of hope away from him and leaving him completely heartbroken. I started sobbing at that point. Granted I was capable of calling upon very convincing crocodile tears when necessary but these were real and the judge asked me if I would like to stop. I gathered myself somewhat and haltingly got out what I had been picturing telling the judge how my brother had been told I was dead. I choked out what kind of a sick cruel person could do that to someone? Murdock said he had no more questions and gave me a few minutes before the prosecutor asked me what he had asked mom; had Mark ever described Max to me. I looked him in the eye and lied to him; telling him that all Mark could recall was that Max was huge and loud all that he saw in his dreams was a shadowy figure that was always screaming 'are you making noise'.

As I spoke I could hear Mark telling me that every time he would work the punching bag that he could see Max's face, which he would never forget for as long as he lived. I knew Mark had deliberately led Max into his apartment with the sole intent of killing him. In the beginning I had been horrified by what my brother had done and at one point even wondered if he would be better off in a hospital for awhile. Now however staring at the vicious animal that had come within an inch of killing my brother seven years ago I found myself wishing Mark had killed him. The prosecutor proceeded to continue asking me the same question in different ways and I answered the same way every time; as far as I knew Mark had blocked Max out of his mind. Finally the judge told the prosecutor that if all he was going to do was keep rephrasing the same question over and over then as far as he was concerned I was done.

The prosecutor reluctantly nodded and said he had no further questions. As I walked back to sit down I looked over and saw that Mark was looking at me and appeared to be trying to hold back tears. Mom was crying and had switched places with dad so she could hug me as soon as I sat down. While hugging her I looked over her shoulder and saw Alex looking at me sadly once he saw I was looking he turned back to face the judge who had just called the attorney's up to the front and was talking about taking a recess while he considered what he had heard. The prosecutor said that he wanted to get Mark on the stand but the judge refused saying that the prosecution had been present at Mark's polygraph test and had been able to ask any question he had wanted to there was no need to go through it again. 

The prosecutor began to argue that the defendant not taking the stand was unheard of. As the judge reminded the prosecutor who was running the hearing, I noticed that Murdock had turned and was staring at something behind me. I turned and saw Alex staring back at him. As I watched Alex nodded very slightly. I quickly turned around to see Murdock turn back to the judge and say that if it would help his cause Mark would be more than willing to take the stand again adding that Mark would do anything to help clear his name. The judge stared at Murdock for a moment then said that wouldn't be necessary as far as he was concerned this part of the hearing was over. I found myself hoping that was a good sign but then felt my heart skip a beat when the judge announced he wanted to talk to both Mark and Max alone in his chambers one at a time to get one final "impression' as he put it.

That was when the rest of us were told to wait outside while he spoke to the two parties and their attorneys and then took some time to make his decision. I glanced at my watch and shook my head; that had been over a half hour ago. After three separate court appearances what the hell was taking the judge so long? I stood there for a few more minutes driving myself crazy by wondering if the long delay meant good or bad results for Mark. Finally I walked away from the railing and went back to sit on the stairs.

I looked over and saw that Alex had gotten up and had walked over to the coffee truck that was parked in front of the courthouse. After buying a cup, Alex went back and once again sat on the stairs across from me. Part of me wanted to go sit and talk to him but I had no idea how to approach him and if he would even speak to me. Instead I lit another cigarette put my elbows on my knees and resting my chin in my left hand let my mind wander. 

Unfortunately, as it had so many times in the last few days it wandered back to Thursday night at Murdock's office. We had gone there to try to prepare Mark for the polygraph test the next day. It had become apparent early on by Alex's questions that not only was Mark's future on the line but our secret as well. Both my brother and I had expected this and although I was nervous Mark had seemed oddly calm. That is until the end where I don't think anyone expected what had ended up happening

*****

The time I had been dreading had arrived, and as I watched Murdock wrap a blood pressure cuff around Mark's arm, I felt my stomach begin to start to turn nervously. I glanced over at Alex who was sitting at the table across from my brother and was reading the manual that went along with the polygraph machine on the table in between him and my brother. In front of Warner was a manila folder that he had brought with him. I had asked him twice on the way over to Murdock's office what was in there, and each time, Alex had flashed that smirk and said it was some pictures to ask Mark about during the test. I took a deep breath and wondered what I was more nervous about; whether or not Murdock could figure out a way for Mark to lie through the questions the prosecutor was bound to ask, or what Alex had up his sleeve.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 30



I looked over at Mark who seemed, as he had all day, to be almost unnaturally calm. Mark was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans both of which fit him a bit snugly. Despite my nerves I found myself not only thinking how damn good he looked, but even caught my eyes lingering at the bulge between his legs. Megan you are one sick puppy I told myself. Then again I wasn't alone as on more than one occasion since we had left the house I had noticed Mark staring at my legs. I was wearing a white tank top and a pair of very tight cut off denim shorts and had also caught Alex looking several times as well. Oh well guess I wasn't the only one with sex on the brain. 

I looked up as Murdock pulled a couple of straps across Mark's chest and was explaining how they would monitor his breathing rate. Next he attached two small cuffs to the tips of Mark's middle and index fingers of his left hand. I asked what they did and Alex spoke up from where he was reading that they measured the amount of sweat on the fingertips. My eyes made their way over to the machine itself which was a surprisingly small box that had several needles that would chart the various readings. Apparently if any or all spiked past a certain tolerance it meant Mark was lying. Murdock finished hooking everything up to the machine then stepping back from the table told Mark he was going to ask him some basic questions so he could see where Mark's levels were when he was telling the truth.

As Murdock asked Mark his name, date of birth and similar easy questions I slid my chair closer to the table and watched the needles start scratching across the paper. Murdock then told Mark that he wanted him to answer the next questions falsely;

"How much do you weigh Mark?"

"Two hundred pounds." Mark answered calmly.

The graph spiked.

"Your age?"

"Twenty five."

Another spike.

"Okay Mark," Murdock said as he grabbed my pack of cigarettes off the table and taking one out lit it.

"Help yourself." I said dryly.

"Sorry." Murdock said absently then continued to Mark;

"I want you to answer the next question very casually. You know like me and you are at the bar just shooting the shit old buddies like you and Alex okay?"

Mark nodded and Murdock asked;

"So Mark how many brothers and sisters do you have and how old are they?"

"I have a sister named Megan she's twenty three." As Mark spoke the needles stayed still. "I also have a brother named Jack who just turned nineteen."

At that the needles spiked and I felt my stomach begin to turn even more. These were stupid questions how would Mark be able to get through serious ones? Murdock shook his head and said;

"I told you to relax Mark."

"I am relaxed." Mark said and really did seem to be.

"Why don't I ask a couple? " Alex asked.

"What would be the point Alex?" Murdock asked turning to face him. "You're not going to be asking in court."

"Well maybe he'll get comfortable with me then you take back over." Alex said shrugging. "Couldn't hurt right Megan?" 

As he asked he looked at me and smirked. I shrugged hoping it looked casual then turned towards Mark who to my surprise winked at me.

"Let's try it." Mark said.

"Okay whatever." Murdock said and came and sat down next to me.

As I looked over at him, I realized that Murdock was nervous and that fact did little to settle my own nerves nor did the huge smile on Alex's face as he turned to face my brother:

"Hey Mark, which one of us can bench press more?"

"You." Mark said rolling his eyes.

"And who is better looking?" Alex asked grinning.

"Me." Mark said smiling back.

"See that!" Alex exclaimed pointing at the still needles. "He just blatantly lied and the needles didn't move!"

"Oh for Christ's sake Alex." Murdock said shaking his head. "That question is an opinion if he thinks he's better looking it won't register."

"Oh he knows I'm better looking than him." Alex said. Turning to me he asked. "Come on Megan who is better looking here?"

"I don't know Alex." I told him shaking my head like Murdock. "He's my brother how do I know if he's better looking than you?"

Alex smirked at me and said;

"I don't know Megan I bet you think your little brother's pretty cute."

"Alex enough!" Murdock snapped. "This isn't going anywhere, go play mirror, mirror on the wall later."

"Jeez," Alex said." I was only trying to get everyone relaxed here just making a joke." He gave an exaggerated sigh and muttered;

"Okay okay."

At that Alex slipped a picture out of the folder and I held my breath; I had no idea what to expect but breathed a sigh of relief when I saw it was a picture of Cynthia. In the picture she was sitting on the bar at Mitch's in a short black dress smiling.

"Who is this Mark?"

"Robin Strafford." Mark said

The graph spiked. Alex frowned at that then said;

"Really, who is it?"

"Cynthia."

"You and her a couple Mark?"

"Sort of." Mark said.

The needles moved very slightly but not as much as before.

"Means he's not sure." Murdock said softly to me. "Those reactions the judge will lean towards truth."

"So Mark," Alex continued beginning to smirk. "Does Cynthia take it in the ass?"

"Alex!!" Murdock snapped again.

"Yup." Mark said grinning back at him.

"Ahh, but does she like it?" Alex asked his smile widening.

"Not all the time." Mark replied his own smile getting bigger.

At that I felt a surge of anger go through me and leaning over I punched Mark hard in the arm.

"Ow!" Mark cried out in surprise,

"I've told you about that bullshit Mark!" I yelled at him. "You don't ever make a woman do something she doesn't want too!" I swung and hit him again in the same spot.

"Christ Meg!" Mark exclaimed.

As the irrational burst of anger flowed through me, I pictured Mark forcing Cynthia to take his massive cock in her ass. I had spent close to two years having a cock forced into every hole I had and couldn't bear the thought of any woman being pushed to do that. I swung at Mark again but this time he caught my wrist and pushed my hand away.

"Enough sis." Mark said. His voice was soft and still extremely calm. "It's just a game with her and me. If she really doesn't want to she doesn't have to."

"Right." Alex agreed. "If she doesn't want too you tell her you'll find someone else who will so see you later." He nodded in approval. "Just like I do it I..."

"Fuck you Alex!" I snapped at him surprised at the venom in my own voice. "Why don't you let me shove a fucking pipe up your fucking ass." I shook my head in disgust. "Piece of shit!"

"Whoa watch your mouth Megan." Alex snapped back. "You think you're talking to one of your druggy friends that will listen to anything that comes out of your mouth so they can put something in..."

"For Christ's sake!" Murdock yelled. "What the hell is wrong with you people? Knock it off." 

Murdock stood up from where he was sitting and continued;

"Maybe you two should leave," He paused and added. "In separate cars of course and Mark and I will work this out."

"I...I'm sorry." I said softly and sitting back down put my head down. "I just..."

I stopped as I really had no idea what to say. No one except for Mark and my parents knew everything I had been through so I am sure to Alex and Murdock I seemed crazy.

"Everyone's just on edge is all." Murdock said quietly getting me off the hook. "Now let's just all calm down. We've all been working together on this we need to keep doing it okay?"

"Yeah sure." Alex said. "For the record Megan you should try being a little more grateful to me that I..."

"And you should be grateful that Murdock stopped you from finishing that last sentence." Mark said softly. "Because if you had, I would have knocked you on your ass," Mark paused and added. "Notice that graph didn't move on that one."

Alex stared hard at Mark for a minute and I thought he was going to respond with a threat of his own. Instead, and to me more disturbingly, Alex smiled and nodded.

"Okay Mark I forgot big sis is never wrong. It's okay really, I shouldn't have gotten involved in your little spat." He smirked. "We cool? Ready to start again, no jokes?"

"Absolutely." Mark said and as he did he returned the smile. "I'm totally ready Alex what's next?"

I stared at my brother in dismay. Mark knew that Alex was eventually going to put him on the spot about our relationship and he was egging him on.

"Okay Mark," Murdock began as he reached into his briefcase and pulled out a folder of his own. "What was the name of the man that beat you as a child?"

"Max Thompson." Mark replied.

"Is this him?" Murdock asked showing Mark a picture of someone I had never seen. 

"No."

"This?" Another unknown face.

"No."

"What about him." This was a picture of Max.

"No." Mark said.

This time the needle not only moved but practically leapt across the paper.

"Mark do you have nightmares about your past?"

"Yes."

"In them do you see this man?"

"No." 

Another huge jump.

Murdock sighed and looking at the picture in his hand said quietly;

"Mark I want you to imagine you're doing your karate exercises. I want you to breath deep and picture controlling your breathing and your heart rate just as if you were getting ready for a match. I'll give you a couple of minutes okay?"

Mark nodded and closed his eyes. I looked over to see Alex staring at Murdock who shook his head. Alex looked away and for the first time this evening seemed serious. A moment later he looked up and saw me looking at him. I did not look away and after a minute Alex tapped the folder in front of him and after tapping it winked. With an act of what felt like the last of my will I kept my gaze steady, and after glancing down at the folder, looked back up at him and forced a smirk of my own. Alex nodded at me as if in approval and looked back at Mark as Murdock, once again holding up the picture of Max, began speaking again;

"Mark when you saw this man at the Green bar did you know who he was?"

"No." Mark said, adding a shake of his head.

The needles jumped.

"Mark, have you ever used cocaine?"

"Never." Steady.

"Ever sell cocaine?"

"No."

"Did you ever tell Max Thompson you were a drug dealer?"

"No."

The needles jumped again and I felt my eyes beginning to well up.

"Mark once more have you ever seen this man?"

"No never."

A large jump.

"This isn't going to work." Murdock said tossing the picture down. "Not at all." He took a deep breath and said; "Mark it's time to talk deal; you can't beat this."

"No." Mark said. "I will not go to jail and let him win."

"Mark..." 

Before Murdock could finish Alex spoke up;

"Listen Roger this isn't right." He pointed at the picture of Max. "These questions will all be skewed."

"What do you mean?" Mark asked.

"Okay look. Let's say you aren't lying. You never recognized Max until he said who he was. Thing is now you do know him!" Alex turned to Murdock. "Now that he knows him his brain recognizes him and he can't say he didn't know him then because once his mind knew who he was it can't differentiate when it was he knew him. Get it?"

Murdock paused and began stroking his chin as he was thinking.

"Mark?" Alex asked.

"Makes sense." Mark agreed.

"Maybe." Murdock said then sitting down next to me again pulled some papers from his briefcase and started looking through them. 

Leaning over I saw they were all references to cases that he felt had precedents in Mark's case. As Murdock sat there scanning each document Alex sighed and said;

"Well let's try some more maybe you'll get used to it."

"I think it's a waste of time." I spoke up quickly.

Alex turned to me and grinned.

"Yeah I bet you would." Looking over at my brother he asked;

"What do you think Mark? Want to keep trying?" 

As he spoke Alex reached into the folder again but kept his hand over the picture there. I felt my heart beginning to race.

"What's the picture?" Mark asked.

"You only get to see if we keep going." Alex stated. "You have to pay to play Mark you know that."

When Alex finished speaking he sounded as if he was about ready to laugh. Once again to my chagrin Mark smiled back and said;

"Okay Alex I'll play. What you got there?"

"Oh nothing really." Alex said. "I'm just screwing with you seeing if you could you know... stay calm." He shrugged and picking up the picture showed it to Mark and asked; 

"So who is this little hottie?"

I could see the picture in his hands from where I was sitting and stifled a groan as I saw it was a picture of me. Not just any picture but one from a Halloween Party Alex had hosted at a private club. I had had gone as a French maid with a frilly skirt that had barely covered my ass and my extremely long legs encased in black fishnets. In the picture I had one of those legs up on the shoulder of Alex who was dressed as Dracula, the feather duster strategically covering between my legs. As I stared at the picture I remembered that Mark, who had gone as Marques Desade and had a leash attached to Cynthia, had stared at me all night. By the end of the party Mark had made some excuse to take Cynthia home, came back to pick me up and then took me back to his place where he put the leash and collar on me and fucked the shit out of me. As those thoughts raced through my mind it hit me how twisted we really were; those were certainly not typical brother sister memories. 

Mark looked at the picture then up at Alex who could no longer contain the smirk on his face. This was where it was going to come out. I looked over at Murdock who was engrossed in his paperwork; was Alex really going to expose us in front of him?

"That's my sister." Mark said putting his hands up as if to say; so?

"She looks hot in this pic though no?" Alex asked.

"She's my sister." Mark repeated leaning back in the chair and shrugging. "I don't think of her like that."

As Mark spoke the last part of that sentence the needle crept up part way. Alex was watching and grinned.

"Interesting." He looked at Mark. "Didn't answer me though; question is Mark, do you think Megan is hot?" he laughed. "Come on Mark look at her damn legs in that picture."

Murdock glanced up and after rolling his eyes went back to reading his files. Mark sighed and said;

"Yes my sister is very attractive." He then smirked. "How could she not be? She looks just like me!"

Alex grunted as he watched the needle stay still and looked as if he were going to say something when Murdock abruptly stood up.

"Listen I'm going to go down to the basement to the reference stacks and look for a few things. I'll probably be a few minutes think you three can get along while I'm gone?"

"Yes dad." Alex said sarcastically.

"Well if you guys want some air the door down the hall leads to the alley behind the building. Don't go out the front the alarms set and no one is supposed to be on this floor at night got it?"

"We'll probably just stay here." Alex said sitting back in his chair and looking at the picture of the two of us.

"Air sounds good actually." I said, trying to get Mark to agree. With Murdock gone Alex would sure as hell not hold back.

"But I'm not done." Alex said simply, and then looking at Mark grinned. "Unless you don't want to play twenty questions anymore," He shrugged as he watched Murdock leave the room. "You know just in case you have any secrets you're afraid will come out."

"I don't know what you've been smoking Alex but if you want to keep playing your stupid game I'm up for it."

I wanted to get up and tell Mark we were going to go outside but it would look bad. I looked at Mark and Alex staring at each other and found myself resigned to the fact that our secret was going to be exposed very shortly and God only knew what Alex would do with it; what kind of games he would play.

"So Mark." Alex said the smirk back in place. "Have you ever kissed Megan?"

"What the hell kind of question is that?" I snapped.

"One that I don't remember asking you." Alex said giving me a dirty look.

Before I could respond. Mark said quietly in Latin;

"Let me handle it my sister. All will be well."

"What did you say?" Alex asked.

"I said don't waste your breath he never listens."

As Mark spoke I was looking at the polygraph and noticed it didn't move even though Mark had just lied; maybe because it was close to the truth.

"Whatever, you didn't answer me. You ever kiss your sister Mark?"

"Of course I have she's my sister." Mark answered. "Hell I kissed her this morning."

"On the lips Mark, don't play with words." Alex told him. "Have you ever kissed Megan... on the lips?"

"Yes." Mark answered with no hesitation.

"Yeah?" Alex asked smiling as he saw the graph not moving. "Why would you..."

"If you need to know which you seem to do," Mark said softly. "I really had no experience with girls and was with Krissy and well... I didn't really know how to kiss. I mentioned it and Megan." Mark looked away and whispered;

"My sister taught me how to kiss."

"No shit!" Alex said laughing then looking at me said; "Aww what a great big sister. So what else did you teach little brother over here?"

I rolled my eyes at him and turned away to look at Mark who was sitting there as calm as could be.

"Anything else you want to embarrass me with Alex?"

"Hey Mark it's not my fault you were a late bloomer!" Alex laughed again. "Bad ass Mark had to have his sister show him how to kiss. Priceless" With a wink Alex then asked; "So, she teach you to French too?"

"I'm not even going to answer that." Mark said sounding disgusted.

"Yeah I figured." Alex said. "Makes me wonder why. Anyway, hmmm." Alex made a show of thinking then snapped his fingers.

"Hey Mark ever sleep with your sister?"

Mark was silent and for the first time since we had gotten there looked nervous. I swallowed hard wondering if I should just start up with Alex and break this off even if it made us look bad. As I took a breath and prepared to start making a scene I saw Mark cock his head slightly, that odd distant look came into his eyes and I swore he looked as if he were listening for something. Maybe he heard Murdock coming. I tried to listen but didn't hear anything.

"Well Mark?" Alex asked again his electric blue eyes were boring into my brothers. "Hey, you in there, or just ignoring the question?"

Mark sat up straighter in his chair and glanced over at me. I narrowed my eyes and looked at him closely; his eyes seemed to have darkened and he had that intense look he got on his face sometimes.

"Yes I have." He said quietly. Even his voice sounded a bit different. Not louder but stronger more confident.

"You've slept with Megan?" Alex asked. "So you admit that you..."

"I've slept with her as in we were in the same bed you jerk." Mark told him. "She told you about my nightmares Alex, when I was younger I couldn't sleep. Megan would sleep next to me so I could."

"That's not what I meant and you know it Mark. Have..."

"I wouldn't expect you to understand that Alex." Mark said interrupting again and now I could hear the intensity in his voice as well as see it in his face. "Spoiled little rich kids don't grow up with problems like that. You have no idea what my sister and I went through. So wipe that fucking smirk off your face and if you have something you want to know stop yanking my chain and fucking ask me."

As he finished Mark stared directly into Alex's eyes leaning over as he did so. Alex stared back at him and after slowly licking his lips nodded and after looking over at me turned back to Mark and asked simply;

"Mark are you fucking your sister?"

I felt as if someone had just kicked me in the stomach. As soon as he asked Alex looked at the graph waiting for Mark to answer.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 30



"What!?!" Mark exclaimed. "What the fuck kind of question is that?"

"One I want you to answer Mark." Alex said quietly. "Once again, are you having sex with your hot sister over there Mark?"

"Fuck you Alex!" Mark snapped his eyes starting to bulge.

"Yeah whatever Mark, yes or no?"

Mark jumped to his feet startling me and pulling the cuffs from his fingers tossed them onto the table.

"I refuse to answer that! What the fuck is wrong with you Alex? How fucking dare you say that about us? I should..."

"Oh please." Alex said leaning back in his chair calmly. "Stop with the threats Mark I'm not a punk in the street you don't scare me. And spare me the righteous indignation just admit it."

"Bullshit!" Mark yelled. "I'm not saying shit about this you sick fuck!"

"Mark stop." I said softly.

It was over and the last thing we needed was Mark pissing Alex off we would have to see where he was going to go with this. Maybe Mark had been right earlier and Alex would just keep it too himself. Still the thought of him knowing was making me sick to my stomach what if he did tell my parents? All this flew through my mind in seconds and I forced myself to try to speak so Mark wouldn't.

"Just let it..."

"Don't say a fucking word!" Mark snapped at me so forcefully I froze. Mark had never spoken to me in that tone. Pointing at Alex he said; "Don't even dignify this piece of shit with an answer!"

"I have news for you Mark," Alex said his voice also rising. "You already answered me by not answering me!" Alex pointed at me.

"Look at her face Mark! Sis is scared shitless I caught you Mark, both of you. now cut the shit and watch your fucking mouth before I make sure everyone else knows too."

I felt tears rising behind my eyes and was ready to pretty much start begging but I caught Mark looking at me.

"Trust me." He whispered in latin.

"That Latin must come in handy when you talk dirty to each other." Alex laughed. "Sitting there in front of your parents whispering about all the dirty little things you did in their house."

"I'm warning you Alex." Mark said beginning to remove the straps from his chest. "You spread that bullshit I'll..."

"Do absolutely nothing." Alex told him. "You'll do nothing Mark because if you do there won't be a person in this state that won't know all about you and your slutty sister's little games. So you just back the fuck off." He looked coldly at Mark and added;

"So who do you think would hire an attorney who fucks his sister? Like bartending Mark? You'll be doing it forever." He then smiled. "Then again you and your sister are both pretty good looking maybe you can do incest porn make some money." He grunted.

"Hell wouldn't be the first time you got paid for sex and sis over there's done okay getting on her knees. Usually not for cash though."

"You mother fucker..." Mark said softly.

"No Mark, get it straight, you fuck family members not me."

"Please stop Mark," I whispered.

I could see Mark ready to explode and didn't want that kind of trouble. Trying to stay calm as Mark had said I still didn't give anything away as I simply said;

"He thinks he's got something he's not going to stop." I looked at Mark who looked like he was ready to snap. "Let it go little brother."

"Aww little brother." Alex laughed a surprisingly cheerful one. "That is too cute." He looked at me. "So do you whisper that in his ear when he fucks you? Do you say come to your big sister?"

"You're going to be sorry Alex you really are." Mark said softly.

"Oh knock it off," Alex said looking up at Mark who was glaring at him.

Alex seemed to be not only quite relaxed but very pleased with himself as he leaned back and looking over at me said;

"Hey look, I don't want to make trouble for you. But you know how I am I've been thinking the two of you were a little too close for awhile now but never thought you were this close." 

He put his hands up as if saying oh well then continued;

"Then I hear sis in your room moaning like a $10 hooker and out she comes with her tits all but hanging out and looking like the cat that ate the canary." Alex nodded.

"So I was pretty sure and this proves it."

"It proves nothing." Mark began...

"Then why didn't you answer Mark? You didn't answer because you can't lie through that thing. Tell you what you should have at least tried. Anyway don't worry about it it's not like I am going to tell anyone. So calm down Mark," With that he grinned. "I would like to know some things though."

I looked at Mark who was watching Alex as if he were waiting for something.

"I mean is like the sex hotter because you're related? Do you guys really call each other brother and sister when you fuck?" He smiled and looked at Mark.

"So what's it like to watch your sister suck your cock Mark? Bet she's good at it; look at those lips. Never mind the experience she's got."

"Don't talk about my sister." Mark said quietly.

"And you know speaking of experience," Alex continued ignoring him and turning to me. "I bet you taught your little brother to do more than kiss. Did you teach him to kiss your other lips too sis.?"

I somehow managed to look at Alex and remain quiet. My eyes were tearing up and it was everything I could do not to start crying. Alex looked as if he were going to look away then slapped the table in front of him so hard I jumped.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "I just realized something." He slapped his forehead. "Oh my God you were Mark's first weren't you?"

He started laughing and looked back at Mark who was now leaning against the chair he seemed to be calming down but still had that air of waiting for something.

"Your big sister took your virginity!" Alex said shaking his head as if it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. "Oh that is too much! So did you make the first move Mark? Maybe one night you guys are cuddled up and your hand brushes against her tits or her ass grinds into your cock or..." he trailed off as Mark slowly shook his head at him.

"Well you can tell me another time." Alex said. Shrugging he continued; "I just don't understand why you did or why you would still. I mean shit Mark you can have any girl you want." He waved his hand over at me. "And god knows any guy can have her."

At that I put my head down so Alex wouldn't see the tears flowing down my cheeks. This sounded like the Alex in my nightmare. Truth was he was right I had gone from not being able to have sex with men other than my brother at all to fucking anyone if I was high.

"Enough Alex." Mark said.

"Oh please Mark, it's not like it's not true and ... oh what are you doing?"

I looked up to see Mark had sat back down in the chair and was slipping the cuffs back onto his fingers. 

"I told you that you were going to be sorry Alex." He said as he fumbled with the cuffs do to his fingers being restricted by the half cast.

"Oh please Mark why bother?"

Mark finished fumbling and looking at the machine stated his name and what color his eyes were. The needle remained steady until Mark said that Alex had brown eyes at which it jumped. Mark looked up at Alex and said;

"Shall we? What do you want to know?"

Alex sighed and laughed. 

"Okay Mark, hell maybe now it's out in the open maybe you want to brag. Hmm" he looked over in my direction.

"So how's sis over there like it best? Doggy? She like to be on top of you?"

"I don't know how she likes it."

"What do you mean you..." Alex stopped as looking down he saw that the needles hadn't moved.

"My sister is a very attractive girl." Mark said. "I think she is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen." As he added that Mark looked my way and gave me a soft smile.

"But," he continued looking back at Alex. "I have never thought about having sex with her."

Once again the needle stayed still and Alex slapped the table but this time he seemed upset.

"Bullshit! The two of you were fucking in my goddamn house! I heard you!"

"You heard wrong Alex." Mark said quietly. "We were playing around wrestling and I was tickling her. You're a sick bastard Alex."

"Fuck you Mark!" Alex snapped. "You're the sick prick here! Both of you are sick! A brother and sister fucking!"

The roles had reversed and now Alex was getting pissed while Mark not only sat there calmly, but began to smirk at Alex. Shaking his head Mark began to speak quietly;

"I have never had sex with Megan Alex."

I felt my heart leap as somehow the needle was not moving. Alex saw it as well and frowned as Mark kept talking;

"And before you ask anymore stupid questions let me try to set it all straight; I have never fucked my sister. I have never played with her tits, I have never fingered or licked her pussy." Mark paused as if thinking. "Megan has never jerked me off or given me a blow job and when we slept together we were never naked. Hell I have never even seen her naked."

On the last statement the needle rose and, mimicking Alex, Mark slapped his forehead with his good hand.

"Nope sorry Alex that's a lie; Megan and I shared a bathroom for three years so there were a couple of little shower mishaps. So I have seen her naked but I never thought about her once in that way."

As Mark was speaking the look on Alex's face went from anger to dismay to an almost comical look of surprise. Alex had leaned over to look at the graph so close his nose was almost touching it.

"Megan and I have never done anything inappropriate unless you count her showing me how to kiss and I was not turned on at all when she did I was embarrassed. And last but not least Alex? Megan and I were not and have never had sex in your house. Know why? Because we have never had sex." Mark looked over at me and speaking softly said;

"I love my sister more than anything but only as a sister."

I gave him a smile as relief flooded through me. I had no idea how the hell Mark had just pulled that off unless he... I realized suddenly that Mark had known all along he could do it! That was why he had told me this morning to not worry no matter what; he had been screwing up on purpose to make Alex think the machine worked on him. Mark had totally outplayed Alex. Speaking of Alex; he was now looking up at Mark and his face looked like all the color had drained from it.

"Anything else Alex?" Mark asked.

"I..." Alex stopped and for the first time since I had met him five years ago he seemed speechless. "I... where are we?"

"Were at Mitch's having a beer." Mark said in the same calm tone he had been speaking in.

The needle jumped.

"Oh my god." Alex whispered.

"Are you happy now Alex?" Mark asked him. "I am because now I know what you really think of me. And of course what you think about Megan. Really nice Alex," Mark shook his head. "Living proof that money can't buy class."

"Mark..." Alex stopped then out his hands up. "I am so sorry I mean I ... I really." He paused and turning to look at me quickly looked away.

"No Alex you're not sorry." Mark said calmly. "But you will be."

"Mark I..."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!?" 

I jumped and almost feel out of my chair as not only had Mark practically screamed that out but had leapt out of his chair fast enough to knock it over.

"Mark listen, it was a misunderstanding! I thought..."

"I don't give a fuck about what you thought!!" Mark yelled as he tore the wires off of himself. "You know what you son of a bitch? I don't give a rat's ass what you fucking think of me!" 

"Listen Mark I...hey!" Alex shouted as Mark suddenly lunged across the table and grabbing Alex by the collar yanked him up out of his chair until their faces were inches apart.

"No you listen you motherfucker," Mark hissed into his face. "You sat there and called my sister a fucking whore more than once."

"Mark let it go!" I snapped.

I got out of the chair and reaching out grabbed his arm.

"I don't care what he said let's just..."

"Well I do!" Mark snapped and turned to face me.

I took an involuntary step backwards as when Mark had turned to face me his eyes were so dark they appeared black and his lip had curled up in a snarl.

"Stay out of this Megan!" He finished.

'All right Mark!" Alex said as, taking advantage of Mark's looking at me yanked himself backwards. There was tearing sound as his collar ripped. "I said I was..."

"And I said you're not!" Mark yelled. "Now get your ass over here!"

With that Mark swung his hand up and out catching the edge of the small table the polygraph was on and sending to flying end over end to crash a couple of feet to my right. I stood frozen as Mark stepped towards Alex who put his hands up as he stepped backwards.

"Jesus Christ!! Stop it Mark!!" I yelled at him.

"Mark get a grip on yourself." Alex said. He was trying to stay calm but as Mark approached him I could see he was nervous.

"Think your funny asshole?" Mark asked stopping in front of him and pointing his left hand at him. "Think calling my sister a slut if funny?"

"I..."

"Shut the fuck up!" Mark snarled. "You said enough. Let me tell you something you spoiled rotten little prick you don't know shit about my sister. But I'll tell you."

Mark pointed at me as he continued to speak. The muscles in his neck were bulging and his voice was strained as if he were so mad he couldn't speak.

"My sister told you all the bullshit I went through well let me tell you about her." Mark took a deep breath and lowered his hand. As he did Alex started to put his down. As soon as he did Mark's hand once again lashed out and caught him by the collar. Alex grabbed Mark's wrist but Mark pulled him up close enough that their faces were almost touching.

"My sister spent two years getting raped Alex. Raped. Nine years old getting a cock shoved up her fucking ass." Mark made a disgusted noise. "And you have the fucking nerve to say she's weak? That she wants to have the problems she has? To call her a fucking whore?"

"Mark let me go." Alex said trying to dislodge Mark's hand from his collar.

"You have no fucking idea what the two of us went through. No fucking idea. Spoiled rotten little prick. What was your problem growing up? Having to take the vette instead of the Mercedes? Fuck you poser!" 

With that Mark shoved Alex away from him hard enough to send him staggering backwards.

"You've had it easy your whole life you little bitch. No idea what real life is. No idea what pain is." Mark smiled coldly. "But I'm going to show you Alex, oh yes I am."

"Are you threatening me?" Alex asked his eyes widening. "After everything I'm doing for you?" he looked at me as I stood near the shattered desk unsure of what to do.

"Megan tell your maniac brother to calm down. I... Oww!" Alex cried out in shock as Mark suddenly lashed out and slapped him in the face.

"Put your hands up asshole." Mark sneered. "My sister isn't going to save you."

"You... slapped me!" Alex exclaimed his hand going to his cheek where I could see the shape of my brother's fingers showing in the form of angry red welts.

"Like the bitch you are." Mark said. "Now fight!"

Mark's hand lashed out and caught Alex on the cheek again hard enough to rock him back on his feet.

"Mark!" I cried out and finally getting myself to move grabbed Mark by the arm again.

Mark spun around quickly and pushed me away from him. I staggered back and tripping over a piece of the desk fell back onto the floor landing hard on my ass. I stared up at Mark in shock unable to believe my brother had just shoved me down like that. Apparently neither could Mark as he stopped and stared at me.

"Megan I..." This time Mark's head was rocked back as Alex slapped him hard, not on his face, but the side of his head.

"You dirty prick!" Mark snapped. "I wasn't even looking!" 

"Back off Mark." Alex told him. "You don't want to go to court tomorrow banged up and I swear to Christ if you swing at me again...."

Alex stopped as Mark lashed out again but this time Alex's hand came up and slapped his hand away. Alex swung another slap at Mark's head but he whipped his head to the side and again succeeded in slapping Alex hard, and this time in the mouth. I watched, still sitting on the floor, as Alex reached up and touched his mouth as if he were in shock. Pulling his fingers away from his mouth Alex looked at the blood on his fingers. Looking back up at Mark his lip curled up and his blue eyes blazing he took a step forward and took a swing at Mark.

Unlike before this was not a slap; Alex had thrown a fast right hook that missed as Mark simply whipped his head to the side. There was another loud crack as my brother brought his hand up and caught Alex with another open handed slap.

"Thought you were fast Alex." Mark said taunting him.

Alex swung again first with his right then his left. Mark blocked the left but when he put his left hand up to block the blow coming from that side Alex opened his hand and caught Mark's hand around the cast at his wrist. Before Mark could pull out of his grip Alex twisted hard to the left and Mark cried out in pain. As his still injured arm was pulled down and away forcing him to follow it. Alex swung with his left catching Mark in the side of the head. I heard a sickening thud as Alex's fist crashed into my brother's head. The force of the blow drove Mark down to one knee where he stayed cradling his left wrist in his right hand. From where I was sitting I could see Mark's eyes closed in pain.

"Stop it!!" I yelled jumping to my feet.

"I told you to back off Mark!"

With that Alex swung out and slapped Mark hard on the back of his head.

"Next time you listen and shut the fuck up!"

I started forward ready to get between Alex and Mark before Alex could hit him again. As I did Mark muttered something and Alex asked;

"Are you still talking Mark? I thought I told you too shut up!"

At that point I saw Mark's head cock and his eyes flew open. 

"Oh no" I whispered as I stopped; frozen by the look of pure rage in my brother's face.

In an instant I knew Mark was going to lose it and why; Alex had almost word for word just shouted at my brother what Max had spent years telling him when he beat him 'are you still making noise' I tried to get my feet to move forward again but I was too late;

With an animal like snarl Mark launched himself up and swinging with his right hand caught Alex in the face with a backhanded slap that sounded like a gunshot when it connected. As Alex went staggering backwards Mark spun around, and bringing his left leg up to his hip, kicked out catching Alex in the stomach. The power of the kick drove Alex back until his back hit the door he started to fall forward but as soon as Mark's foot hit the floor he spun and kicked out once more. This time the blow caught Alex square in the chest and with enough force to drive him through the door which shattered behind him in shower of glass and splintering wood.

"Oh my fucking god Mark!" I yelled as I pushed past him to go check on Alex.

Asshole or not I found myself hoping to hell Mark didn't really hurt him. As I reached the doorway I saw Alex lying on his back in a pile of broken glass and what was left of the doorframe. I started to get down on my knees to see if he was okay when to my relief he sat up shaking his head.

"Alex are you alright?" I asked reaching out and putting my hand on his shoulder.

Alex's answer was to roll away from me and with surprising agility spring to his feet. I started to say something but saw Alex staring over my shoulder. Turning quickly I saw Mark step out into the hallway.

"Oh shit." I said softly.

Like Alex, Mark was staring past me. As he walked into the hallway Mark was un-wrapping the cast from his wrist; when he finished he tossed it aside and squeezed his hand into a fist tight enough to make the muscles in his forearms bulge. As Mark passed me I started to reach out to grab him but stopped as he turned to look at me.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 30



"No one hurts us Megan. No one."

Mark had spoken in Latin and very softly but there was something in his tone that made me step away from him. I looked quickly back at Alex who had taken a boxer's stance, his hands weaving slowly in front of him as I watched he opened his right hand and beckoned Mark towards him.

"That all you have you little punk?" Alex hissed.

I watched numb as Mark smiled and approached Alex. I couldn't stop this. Murdock I thought where the hell was he? Part of me wanted to run and go find him but I didn't know the building and what happened if Mark or Alex really hurt each other?

"Oh I have more Alex, a lot more."

As Mark got closer Alex began to bounce lightly back and forth as if were in a boxing match. 

"Then let's see it you ungrateful son of a bitch!"

Mark feigned a blow to Alex's head and surprisingly quickly Alex's hand flashed out as he bounced back out of reach. His hand flew through empty air as Mark had never completed the swing but stood there watching Alex dance around in front of him.

"Jumpy." Mark said smirking.

"Stop fucking around Mark and let's go you worthless little street rat!"

Mark stepped forward and through several lightning fast lefts and rights. There were several loud slaps as one by one Alex blocked each blow and then lashing out with a couple of his own caused Mark to jump back from him.

"I am not a street rat!" Mark snapped.

"That's all you are Mark all you'll ever be! I gave you a chance to be more, paid for your fucking school, took you under my wing, hell you tried to fucking kill someone and I'm trying to get you off and you're fucking attacking me!"

Alex paused, feigned to the left, and then jumping to the right, launched a wicked left right combination at my brother's head. Mark whipped his head side to side causing both blows to miss. Taking advantage of Alex's arm's being down Mark stepped up slamming his left into Alex's stomach then stepping back through a sharp kick that caught Alex in the face staggering him back. I winced as I saw blood begin to flow from Alex's nose. Alex wiped at his nose then continued to speak as if he hadn't just been hit.

"And why Mark? Because I call a spade a spade? Because I called your sister a slut? Hate to tell you Mark but she is; nothing but a fucking whore, a drugged out little fucking skank that'll drop to her knees right there in an alley for a fix."

"Don't talk about my sister!" 

Mark snarled and threw a wild right that Alex easily blocked then, in rapid succession snapped off three quick jabs that all found their way into Mark's face. Mark staggered back and Alex through wicked right cross. Mark spun away from it and jumped backwards causing Alex to spin around to face him. I had moved along the wall to try to keep myself in position to try to jump into the middle if it came down to it and I could see Alex smirking. He was baiting Mark by insulting me.

"Mark don't pay..."

"Shut up pig." Alex snapped at me. "You and I will talk after I kick your brother's ass. Well maybe not talk I don't have drugs but I got money, same thing no?"

Alex stopped as Mark threw another flurry of punches. As he did before Alex blocked all of them then sent Mark staggering with a left right combination both blows hitting Mark in the side of the head. Alex stepped after him but Mark snapped off a quick kick sending Alex back. Mark shook his head blood flying from his face. 

"Fuck you Alex!" I snapped at him letting him get to me now as well. "You pay for all your women! I wouldn't fuck you for..."

"Anything less than an eight ball I'm sure." Alex said then added "Isn't that right easy bake?"

"Don't fucking call her that!!" Mark screamed.

I jumped back out of the way as Mark lunged at Alex and started throwing a series of punches at Alex's face. As before Alex was blocking them but this time Mark wasn't letting up and it seemed as if his hands were moving faster and faster. Alex's head snapped back as one of them got through, he swung wildly but missed. Mark stepped in and, his hands blurring through the air started landing blow after blow to Alex's stomach and face forcing Alex to throw his arms up around his head. Dropping to his knees Mark hit him in the stomach then rocking back on his hip threw a kick up into Alex's face knocking him up against the wall where he started to slide down before catching himself.

"Not laughing now are you?" Mark asked standing in front of him. "Think your funny you prick? You've been calling my sister a whore all week, making fun of her, fucking with her then accusing me of fucking her!"

Alex tried to come forward but Mark dealt him a backhand slap then shoved him back into the wall again.

"I'm ungrateful? I am grateful!" Mark snapped. "To my sister! Megan saved my life getting me out of that home, she saved me at Max's and she got me out of Butler. All you did was the only thing you know how to do pay for things!" 

Mark hit Alex again causing his head to bang hard into the wall.

"Pay for things and make your little fucking jokes. Think you're my friend? A friend wouldn't call my sister a slut, wouldn't make fun of her problems or think she was fucking her brother! I don't need you Alex! You or you're fucking help."

Mark reached out and grabbing Alex, who looked like he was ready to fall down, by the collar pulled him back to him and said;

"Now tell my sister you're sorry and maybe I won't really fucking hurt you."

Alex glared at Mark for minute. There was blood running down his face and he was panting finally with a slight nod he turned his head to face me.

"Megan, I'm really sorry... that you're a whore."

As he said the last part Alex whipped his head to the side catching Mark in the face then slamming his elbow into my brother's stomach hit him with an uppercut. Alex swung again but Mark had somehow managed to jump back out of the way. 

"Yeah keep running you little shit." Alex said stepping forward and swinging again.

Mark ducked then as he had been doing leapt backwards. Or tried to as Alex's leg darted forward and stepped on my brother's foot holding it there. Mark lost his balance and started to fall backwards but Alex reached out and grabbing his arm yanked him forward directly into a vicious right that caught Mark in the stomach. Letting go of Mark's arm Alex grabbed the back of his head holding it while he delivered a series of short brutal punches to Mark's midsection. Alex stepped back and after bringing Mark's head up with an uppercut hauled off and hit Mark with a savage right hook to the side of his head.

The punch caught Mark dead on and Alex had everything he had behind it. Mark went sprawling into the wall, bounced off of it and after standing there swaying for a minute fell over onto his back gasping for breath his unfocused eyes looking up at the ceiling.

"Yeah not so bad now are you Mark?" Alex asked in between breaths as he stood there panting, his hands on his knees.

"Oh my god! Mark!!" I cried out

I started to go over to him and had just dropped to my knees next to him when I saw him take a deep breath. Moving so fast he almost knocked me over, Mark drew his knees up to his chest and kicking out launched himself back to his feet. The second he landed he jumped up and threw a spin kick at Alex's head.

"Holy shit!" Alex blurted out as he ducked the heel of his boot just grazing his hair.

The second Mark's foot came down he spun into another kick, and another. As I stayed on my knees watching, Mark continued to throw kick after kick at Alex. Some of them Alex ducked other's he put his arms up and let my brother's foot catch his arms and shoulders. Alex kept trying to come forward but Mark's legs were too long and Alex kept getting driven further back towards the wall at the end of the corridor. Mark was snarling with every kick and looked as crazy as he had that day at Max's. I forced myself to my feet and decided to stop it even if I had to throw myself in front of Mark.

Just then Mark, after throwing another kick at Alex's head, dropped to the floor and spinning kicked Alex's legs out from under him. Alex landed hard on his back gasping as the wind was knocked out of him. Coming back to his feet Mark stepped forward and without hesitation lifted his leg and drove his foot straight down at Alex's face. I screamed out but too late as I realized that a kick like that could literally kill Alex. There was a sharp slapping sound as Alex somehow got his hands up and caught Mark's foot in them inches from his face. Mark stood there pushing down hard trying to slam his heel down into Alex's face. The muscles bulging in his massive arms and his face turning red from effort Alex not only held Mark's foot back but started pushing it away from him.

Alex suddenly lashed out with his leg, hooking his foot behind Mark's knee, and pulling it back. Mark started to fall backwards and, kicking out with his other leg Alex kicked him in the hip knocking him down onto the floor. Alex and Mark both got up quickly but Alex moved first, throwing himself at my brother and getting his arms around Mark, pinned his arms to his side. With a grunt of effort Alex lifted Mark off of his feet and slammed him into the wall holding him there. Alex stepped back then forward again banging Mark into the wall. Alex started to say something when Mark drove his head straight down into Alex's face.

There was loud crack and Alex dropped Mark and staggered backwards blood spurting from his nose. Mark had slid part way down the wall before straightening up and starting forward. I ran the last few feet to get to them and jumped in front of Alex. Putting my hands up I yelled.

"Mark enough stop!!"

'"Get out of the way Megan!" Mark said still coming forward

I stepped back and bumped into Alex, who put his hand on my shoulder and said;

"Move Megan he's fucking nuts he'll hit you too."

As he said it Alex started to try to push me out of the way. I slipped away from him and looking at Mark and put my hands up.

"My brother would never hurt me would you Mark?"

"Get out of the way sis." Mark said quietly. "Why the hell do you care about him? He doesn't give a fuck about you!"

"But I care about you Mark," I said stepping forward and putting my hands on Mark's heaving chest. "And you can't do this little brother. Please Mark you're already in trouble." I looked Mark in the eye and as my emotions began to catch up with me, my lip started to tremble as I continued;

"Please don't prove the people from the group home right about you Mark." I could feel the tears running down my cheeks as I added; "Please don't make my dad right about you, he thinks you're just like our father."

"I'm not our father." Mark said softly.

His eyes seemed to lose some of their intensity and I could feel the muscles in his chest start to relax. Behind me I heard Alex let out what sounded like a sigh of relief. I reached up and gently caressed Mark's cheek. Mark winced as my hand touched just under his eye where it was already swelling.

"I know you're not Mark that's why you're going to let it go." I pulled my hand away not wanting Alex to start thinking anything funny. "It doesn't bother me."

"Bullshit it doesn't!" Mark snapped and I yelped and cringed as his hand flew at my face.

Mark's hand flashed past my cheek and I heard Alex gasp. I turned partway around and saw that Mark had his right hand around Alex's throat. I spun back to face Mark and stumbled backwards as Alex tried to pull himself away from my brothers grip. There was a thud as Alex's back hit the wall. I then banged into Alex as Mark pushed forward his chest pushing me backwards.

"Mark!" I yelled in his face.

I was pinned between my brother and Alex. Mark not only continued to choke Alex but was also bringing his left hand up. I screamed my brother's name again as I saw Mark's fingers extended outward as if he were going to try to drive them through Alex's face. I saw a blur out of the corner of my eye and saw Alex's hand dart out and catch Mark's wrist. In a desperate move I swung my hand up and slapped Mark in the face.

"Enough!!" I screamed directly into his face.

Mark looked at me stunned but before he could speak;

"Jesus fucking Christ what the fuck is going on here!"

Mark and I both turned and I all but sobbed with relief as I saw Murdock, his arms full of folders, coming out of a door to our right. Murdock's gaze went to the floor where in front of him were the shattered remains of the door to the room we had been in.

"Holy shit! What the hell did you idiots do?"

"Don't stand there!" I yelled at him from where I was still sandwiched between my brother and Alex. "Fucking help me!"

Murdock shook his head as if I had just snapped him out of a trance, and dropping the folders to the floor began to run over to where we were in the corner. As he came towards us Alex shoved me in the back sending me hard into my brother. Mark instinctively let Alex go and caught me by the arm before I fell. As soon as I got my balance I turned around quickly so that I was now facing Alex and shielding Mark in case Alex was going to start swinging again. Instead Alex slumped against the wall, his hand going to his neck as he stared at Mark trying to catch his breath. Murdock reached us and stopped as if unsure what to do.

"I repeat," he said. "What the fuck are you assholes fucking doing? What the hell am I going to say happened here tomorrow?"

"That fucking psycho is what fucking happened!" Alex rasped out. "Fucker attacked me! You were right Roger I should have left him to rot in fucking Butler."

"You called my sister a fucking whore and accused me of fucking her!" Mark shouted back.

Murdock looked at Mark as if he were wondering if he had heard him right then looking back at Alex asked;

"You said what?" He shook his head. "Christ Alex what the fuck is wrong with you? That's his sister!"

"Oh for Christ's sake I was fucking wrong okay?" Alex snapped. "That was no reason to try to fucking kill me and as for your sister being a waste of time and a fucking slut she is you just won't admit it!"

Mark looked like he was going to go forward but Murdock saw the look on his face and got in front of him pushing me aside as he did.

"Mark think!" he said. "You're going in front of a judge tomorrow and you already look like you took a beating! I know you're defending your sister but shit Mark Alex is your friend! We..."

"Was." Mark said simply.

"Damn straight was!" Alex yelled. "And know what Mark? You're on your fucking own! Roger your works done here! He can go it alone from now on!"

"No Roger please!" I cried out turning to Murdock who was looking at Alex stunned.

"What? After all this?" Murdock put his hands out. "You talked me into this Alex, and now you got me wanting to help him. Max was..."

"Innocent, and that fucking maniac set him up and tried to kill him just like he did me!"

"Look Alex," Murdock began trying to sound calm. "I don't know what the fuck happened here but let's everyone go home," he looked over his shoulder at Mark and I. "Your homes and we can talk about..."

"Enough Roger," Alex said. "You fucking do what I pay you to do and I said we're done."

"Alex!" I started but Mark grabbed my arm.

"Fuck him Meg, I don't need his fucking help! I can do this alone from here! Just do what Alex pays you to do Murdock. That's what he does best pay for what he wants!"

"Like guys pay your sister..."

"Alex shut up!" Murdock yelled at him. "For the record your father pays me. I'm on his retainer and he gave me permission to help you help Mark so don't speak to me like I'm your fucking servant!"

"Whatever Roger, we'll see about that when another firm gets our business next year, and as for you" Alex pointed at Mark his hand shaking in anger. "You're lucky I don't call the cops and end this right now. How do you think your chances would be if you got arrested for assault you fucking nutbag?" Alex grunted. "What do they all call the two of you? Mad dog and easy bake?" he laughed. "They fit, but personally I get a kick out of pound puppies."

"You would." I said softly unable to believe that this was my brother's best friend of the last four years.

"Alex!" Murdock exclaimed also appearing to be in shock.

"Let's get the fuck out of here Megan." Mark said catching my arm and tugging me back towards him.

"But Murdock..." I said as I turned to him.

"I said I don't need any help!" Mark hissed at me. "I don't need anyone now let's go!"

Letting my arm go Mark turned around and, without turning to see if I was following, stormed down the hallway towards the exit. I had wanted to try to talk to Murdock, beg if I had too but in the state he was in I couldn't let Mark out of my sight. As I ran after him I thought I heard Murdock call my name but Mark had reached the door and I didn't want to lose him. Mark slammed the door open so hard that when I got there it had swung back and almost knocked me over as I stopped it with my hands. Pushing through it I stepped out into the alley behind the building and saw Mark walking down the alley toward the street.

"Mark!" I called out but he kept walking.

As I broke into a run to catch up with him Mark stopped and turning leaned against the alley wall. I slowed down and when I got to within a couple of steps of him saw he had his head down and was holding the left side of his face.

"Are you okay Mark?" I asked.

Mark shook his head and grabbing his wrist I went to tug his hand away from his face when I heard his breath hiss between his teeth.

"Oh Mark I'm sorry!" I said as I realized that I had just grabbed his bad wrist.

Rather than let it go I put my other hand over it and gently caressed it.

"Is it okay Mark? You need to go to the hospital?"

"No," Mark said softly. "It'll be okay."

"How about your head?"

"It hurts." Mark said simply as he removed his hand from mine and rubbed his fingers into his temple right just above where the scar from having the metal plate inserted was. "Christ he can hit." He added.

"Little brother, are you going to be okay?" I asked him again as I put my hands on his shoulders. Mark didn't answer right away. "Mark look at me."

Mark sighed and raised his eyes to meet mine. I winced as I saw that his left eye was swollen and there was already a large bruise forming along his cheek. There was blood on his lip as well as some dripping from his nose. What I found most concerning however were his eyes; despite the fact that he seemed to be calming down they were still extremely dark, almost black. 

"I... I'm not okay." He whispered.

"What hurts Mark? I'll call mom and she can come take you to the doctors we'll tell her that..."

"Doug and Denise went up to New Hampshire for the night. Doug wanted to get Denise away and get her mind off of me." Mark shrugged. "Besides I'm not hurt bad, I'm just..." Mark hesitated and like earlier today seemed to be struggling to speak. "I'm not myself sis you should leave me alone for awhile."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked him. "There's no way in hell I'm leaving you."

I slid my hands from his shoulders and stepping into him wrapped my arms around him. Mark stayed where he was and I could feel his shoulders trembling, as if he were ready to explode again. I pulled him closer and whispered;

"Come on Mark put your arms around me, hold your sister and let her hold you."

Mark slipped his arms around my waist and hugged me. Taking my right hand I placed it on the back of his head, and pushing gently brought his face down to my shoulder.

"There you go Mark just relax. I'm not going anywhere okay?"

"You say that but you'll leave again. You keep leaving me Megan going with Tommy going away."

"I'm not going to leave anymore Mark I promise! We'll stay with mom and dad for awhile like we were talking about and then..."




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 30



"Mark!"

I snapped my head up to see Murdock coming down the alley towards us. Mark immediately tensed up again and pushed me gently away from him. I stepped back knowing it was because he didn't want Murdock to see us holding each other in case Alex had said something. I looked back at Mark and cursed to myself as I saw that look back in his eyes; I had just about had him calmed down.

"I told you I'm done!" Mark told Murdock as he reached us.

"Listen to me Mark." Murdock began. "Like I said I don't know what the hell went on between you and Alex but you need..."

'I don't need or want your fucking help!" Mark snapped. "Go back inside and leave me the hell alone."

"Mark you can't do this alone."

"I can."

"Oh for Christ's sake!" Murdock exclaimed, then looking at me said. "Megan please tell him to listen to me for just a minute would you?"

"Mark please, he's trying to help you. Forget about that prick in there and just listen."

"I don't..."

"Please Mark!" I sobbed letting the tears begin to flow again. "I need you Mark and you need him so please just listen at least. Please Mark for me?"

I continued to cry as Mark looked at me and I felt guilty as at this point I was forcing the tears a bit but I needed him to give Murdock a chance. As much as I trusted my brother I knew we were screwed without help.

"Fine." Mark said sighing and rubbing at the side of his head.

"Okay." Murdock said. "Like I said I don't know why you guys got into a fight Mark but that's not my business. Right now my business is that I invested a lot of time getting you to where you are and I'm not going to give up because Alex has a bug up his ass so this is what we're going to do. I'm going to..."

"Go back inside Roger," Mark said shaking his head. "I can't afford you and I don't want your charity. I can win this I can..."

"You think so?" Murdock asked. "Well you're wrong and you know it. You're being stubborn and stupid. Now just shut up and listen to me!"

Without waiting for Mark to answer Murdock continued;

"Look, you need to deal with that polygraph tomorrow and you need me there. You did terrible in there tonight Mark. At least if I'm there I can tell you which questions to answer and which to pass on. One way or another it's not going to be pretty but," he paused and held up a folder that he had brought out with him.

"Alex had a hell of a point tonight about the questions being skewed because now you are aware of who Max is. I found some precedents that are going to help render the polygraph results inadmissible."

"But the test was going to help me..." Mark started.

"If you could pass the damn thing but you can't, hell Mark if somehow you squeaked through it tomorrow then I don't use these. Point is you need me to present this for you." he sighed;

"The biggest thing Mark is that this far into the game if you show up without me the Judge is going to think I dropped the case it will guarantee a trial and you go to trial it's over."

"Oh Mark please." I said quietly.

"I won't take his help." Mark said making me want to kick his stubborn ass. Before I could say anything Murdock spoke up again.

"Mark, let me tell you something, when Alex first came to me I said hell no to this. Alex told me right off the bat you were guilty but he said it was extreme circumstances. In the beginning I helped you because, well basically his father pays me a lot of money, and I've known Alex since he was a kid and asshole or not he has never gotten into any kind of a game he can't win."

"But let me tell you once I got the full story and saw the things this animal did to you I started to want to win this Mark. Max Thompson is one of the most despicable individuals I've ever set eyes on, and going back to what he did to you and his record since, the only crime here is that he was ever let out." He grunted and smiled tightly;

"From the looks of him he would have been better off if he stayed there. Look Mark the other thing is, and you can believe me or not, is that Alex sold me on you. Like I said he can be a bit much sometimes but I have never heard him rave about someone the way he does you. Like I said Mark, Alex Warner would never back a loser, and kid you are nothing short of brilliant." He put his hands up and out as he spoke;

"Twenty years I've been practicing and I have never seen anyone with the instincts you have. Hell I know lawyers who have been practicing for years who couldn't have come up with some of things you did. It's more than you just studying ahead Mark, you've just got it; you're a frigging prodigy." Murdock sighed as he saw that Mark still appeared unfazed by what he was saying.

"Now you can do the right thing here Mark and let me help you through the hearing and get the chance to be one of the best, or you can tell me to go fuck myself and go it alone. You know a lot Mark, you know what will happen if you go to trial and lose. You'll be kicked out of school, a minimum two years served, at least fifteen years hanging over your head and using your back instead of your brain for the rest of your life. It's your choice kid I won't beg to help you help yourself." 

Mark looked away and once again I saw his eyes seem to lose their focus. A moment later he cocked his head slightly then, when I was about ready to ask him if he were still with us Mark looked over at Murdock and to my relief said;

"Okay." He then added. "But only if you let me try to pay you back."

"Mark, I get paid regardless. It's not about..." Murdock trailed off as Mark had started shaking his head, then nodded and said; "Tell you what, Alex had it covered up until tonight so I'll send you something for tomorrow and Monday and you can pay me whatever whenever okay?"

"Okay." Mark nodded.

"Great. Now listen why don't you two meet me around front and I'll give you guys a ride to where ever you're going to stay."

"We'll take a cab." Mark said.

"Mark, you look like you went two rounds with Tyson and your sister has blood on her shirt. I don't think anyone is going to let you in their cab, shit they might call the cops."

"Mark let's just take the ride." I said grabbing his hand and squeezing it.

Mark squeezed my hand back and nodded.

"Okay sis, whatever you want."

"Good I'll meet you in front in a couple of minutes."

"Thank you Roger," I said impulsively leaning over and kissing his cheek.

"Hey I'm here to help right?" he looked down and I realized I was still holding Mark's hand. 

"Tell you what I think it's great how close the two of you are, my sister and I barely talk these days." He shook his head "Not as close as Alex thought you were though. Sleeping together," he laughed softly. "What the hell was he thinking?"

*****

Mark was silent on the ride back from Murdock's office to my parent's house. When Murdock had pulled up Mark had gotten into the back seat, and not caring if it looked a little weird or not, I got in with him and as Murdock drove reached out and took his hand. I kept looking over at him but every time I did he was staring straight ahead with that faraway look in his eyes as if he were elsewhere. That wasn't what had me worried; as over the years I had become quite used to Mark's 'going away'. What had me worried was how wound up he still was. I was sitting close to him and could feel the tenseness in his body. 

As I continued to look at him I was glad that, according to Mark, mom and dad wouldn't be home, not only wouldn't we have to explain why we were there but I would be able to get Mark to calm down the only way I knew how. Not that I was horny at the moment in any way shape or form but I would be more than willing to let my brother take his frustration out on his big sister's pussy. That's me I thought dryly; always willing to take one for the team.

I whispered Mark's name but he kept staring off into space. I shrugged and slumped down into the seat wondering what was really going on with Mark tonight. When Murdock had left us, we had walked up to the front of the building and I had asked Mark how the hell he had been able to switch up on the lie detector test. Mark had looked at me as if he were going to speak, then as he had done this morning winced and put his hand to his head. After a few seconds he had whispered that he would tell me another time. I decided not to push it as he had been through enough tonight but once again felt that sinking feeling that there was something very wrong with my brother.

We arrived at my parents and after Murdock told Mark to meet him at the courthouse for eight thirty told him to ice his eye because the judge was going to flip if it looked like Mark had been in trouble. As Mark simply nodded and walked away I told Murdock that I had been working with make up for the last couple of years and would be able to match Mark's skin tone and cover up the worst of it. Murdock looked relieved and just before he pulled away told me to take care good care of my brother tonight. If he only knew I thought as I walked up the stairs of the porch to where Mark was leaning next to the door. 

I walked up him and after looking at the door whispered sadly;

"I...I don't have a key anymore Mark. Dad doesn't want me here when no one's home."

Mark shook his head and reaching into his pocket pulled out his keys and after searching through them unlocked the front door and stepped aside so I could go in first. I walked past with my head down feeling even worse that Mark still had a key. Then again my brother had never stolen money for drugs from them or sold one of his mother's rings at a pawn shop.

"He's an asshole Meg." Mark said softly as he closed the door behind me. "Doesn't have a fucking clue what you went through just thinks he does."

"I deserve it Mark." 

"You deserve him to put his back to you?" Mark asked. "Bullshit! He's too weak to deal with the fact that you have problems. Fucker never had a problem talking about his little girl when you were a cheerleader and winning awards and going to RISD, shit hits the fan and now he doesn't know you." Mark shrugged. "Fuck him."

"Umm maybe we should leave Mark." I told him not liking the way he was getting upset. Last thing we would need is him fighting with Dad when they came back. "I have some money we could take a cab, maybe spend the night in that cute little motel on route six." I smiled and put my hand on his arm. "We've had some good times there no?"

"No, Denise told me we could come stay remember? We're just here a couple of days early that's all."

Mark walked through the living room and stopped near the staircase and looked around as if he weren't sure what to do. I walked over to him slowly and saw that he seemed to be looking past me, not at me. Well I thought time to give my little brother something to focus on. As I reached him I slid my arms around his neck and whispering softy said;

"Hey little brother, how about we go upstairs and take a nice long hot shower together." I gave him a sexy smile and leaning in kissed his neck and gave his ear a playful flick of my tongue. "How's that sound baby? Just stand there and relax while your big sister gets you all clean then we can go into my old room and you can lie back and I'll..."

"You'll what?" Mark asked pushing me away from him. "Tell me what you think will make me better."

I looked into Mark's near black eyes and could see the violence in them. My hand was still on his shoulder and I could feel his powerful muscles tensing under my touch. As he stared back at me his mouth turn up into a nasty smirk. That look made me nervous but yet at the same time I felt my pussy begin to flow; the game had begun.

"Why your big sisters pretty little mouth, and tight little pussy of course." I said. Putting on the pout I asked in my little girl voice;

"Please let me take care of you little brother. I'll be a good girl I promise."

"Suck your brother's cock and then fuck him?" Mark asked. "You are a dirty little fucking slut aren't you Megan?"

"I just want to... Hmmm!" I groaned as Mark reached out and grabbed my chin hard pushing my lips together and causing my pussy to gush.

"I asked you a fucking question! Are you a dirty little slut?" 

Mark shoved my face away hard enough to make me take a step backwards. As soon as I did he reached out with his hand and flicked his finger hard catching my nipple. Even through my shirt and bra it stung and I let out a yelp. At the sound of that yelp Mark smiled; it was going to be a rough one.

"I'm your slut Mark." I told him reaching down to grab his cock through his jeans.

I groaned at how hard his cock was as I squeezed it.

"Hmm is that all for your big sister?"

"I'm always hard for my sister." Mark said. "Because she's the nastiest fucking whore I know; nastier than Robin and even more of a slut than that little pig Cyn." 

Mark reached up and grabbing me by my hair pulled me into a rough kiss. I moaned as his lips crushed themselves against mine and opened my mouth eagerly awaiting his tongue. Instead Mark broke the kiss and letting go of my hair whispered;

"That's right my big sister is my favorite whore."

"Then let you favorite whore give you what you need baby." I said, and grabbing his hand, walked past him and headed for the stairs.

I had just gone up the first couple of steps when Mark stopped moving. I turned to look at him and with a smile he said.

"Not upstairs."

I looked down at him, and realizing that my crotch was about level with his face, felt my pussy get even hotter;

"On the stairs?" I asked my mind already forming an image of sliding my shorts down and bending over while Mark buried first his tongue then his cock into my hot little pussy.

"No I have a better idea." 

I let out a surprised squeal as with a hard yank Mark pulled me off the stairs. I stumbled backwards and fell into Mark who immediately headed over to my parent's bedroom tugging me along by my hand.

"No Mark not there!" I told him stopping and trying to pull my hand from his.

"Why not? It's not like we haven't done it before!" Mark said squeezing my hand tightly so I couldn't pull away.

"That was before Mark." I told him. 

Back when Mark and I were first playing around we had done it in my parent's bed a few times when they went away. It was a hell of a turn on back then, but now here I was not even really wanted here. I had put them through enough and didn't want to continue to disrespect them. It was bad enough I had been lying all this time about Mark and I in the first place.

"Are you telling me no slut?"

Before I could answer Mark let my hand go, and faster than I could react to, reached up and grabbed my hair. Stepping to the side Mark pulled on my hair hard enough to make me cry out and all but threw me against the bedroom door. I stopped myself with my hands, but before I could push back Mark pushed me in the back pinning me there. My head was turned and my cheek was pressed into the door.

"Open the door." Mark said.

"Mark I said... Oww!" I yelped as his other hand swung up and caught me on the back of my thigh just below my shorts. He had slapped me hard and in addition to the stinging I was sure it would leave a mark.

"Please little brother," I began. "I'll do anything you want anywhere you want just not..."

I once again yelped in pain as, grabbing my right wrist, Mark bent my arm up under my shoulder blade. I whimpered as a hot pain lanced through my arm and cried out again as Mark twisted his hand in my hair pulling it even tighter.

"I said open the fucking door slut!" he hissed in my ear.

Using my left hand I turned the knob and opened the door to my parent's room. As soon as the door began to open Mark let my arm go and shoved me in the back. I stumbled into the room and fell painfully to my knees. 

"Look at you on your knees already." Mark said behind me. "And you said you didn't want to play."

I quickly rolled over and got to my feet. After the stunt with my arm I wanted to keep Mark in front of me. Mark however had closed the door and was simply standing there looking around the room. I took a couple of steps back from him until my legs were against my parent's queen size bed. By staying here I hoped Mark would simply push me back on the bed. Either that or I could drop to my knees and blow him, maybe get him to cum quickly, take the edge off and slow him up. As Mark took a couple of steps towards me I found that I was more nervous than horny. Mark stopped a couple of feet in front of me, and stripping his shirt off, tossed it to the side.

"Mark, they'll be home tomorrow and what if they you know..." I let it trail off as I watched Mark kick his shoes off.

"If they what sis?" Mark asked smirking. "If they smell us? Like I said it's not like we didn't take the chance before. Since when did you grow a conscience?"

"When we did it before Mark you were going with Krissy. If they ever noticed anything they would have thought it was you, or maybe that I had snuck a guy..."

"Oh no it would never be Daddy's little girl!" Mark sneered at me. "Trust me on that sis because he did know and I took the blame!"

"What?" I asked. "You never told me that!"

I had no idea what was going on here, the way Mark had tossed me in here I had thought he was going to jump me but now he seemed to be holding back. I had slipped my sandals off and had started to pull my tank top off but stopped.

"I never told you a lot of things." He said. "Why are you stopping? Take your shirt off, you know you want your brother to see your tits, hell you've been shoving them in my mouth for years now."

I pulled my top off and tossed it over near the door so I wouldn't end up leaving it somewhere. Mark smiled as he looked down at me and whispered;

"Keep going."

"Yes sir." I said looking up at him through my eye lashes.

I reached back and unhooked my bra. Bringing my hands back to the front I slid the straps down off my shoulders but held the cups to my tits teasing a little.

"Want them?" I asked.

"Just take your fucking bar off pig. I'm not Tommy I don't want to tease and play. I'm here to fuck you like you need it.

I threw the bra over to the door along with the shirt, and cupping my small but perky tits in my hands, held them up to my brother. As I did I caught a glimpse of our reflection in the mirror over mom's dresser. I could see the enormous Baphomet tattoo on my brother's powerful back, the bright red eyes staring back at me, and there I was, sitting on the edge of my parent's bed, offering my tits up to my brother. As wrong as it was I felt my heart begin to race and my pussy once again begin to flow. Mark was right; who was I kidding at the end of the day I really was a nasty girl.

"Yeah that's right." Mark said softly as he reached down and lightly caressed my nipples. "Show your little brother those perfect little titties of yours."

I braced myself for him to pinch them but instead his finger tips gently circled my hard pink nipples causing me to moan softly in my throat.

"Alex, I have never seen my sister's tits," Mark said and smiled.

I closed my eyes for a moment and just sat there enjoying my brother's finger and hands fondling my tits. I had been prepared for him to be rough, but would love it if he stayed nice and playful like this. Opening my eyes I reached out and after unzipping his jeans started to tug them down his hips.

"That's right Doug found out once." Mark said abruptly and removing his hands from my tits stepped back away from me as he did.

"Awww," I whimpered. "Bring it back. Don't you want your sister's nice soft lips around your big hard cock little brother?"

"Yeah," Mark continued ignoring me. "It wasn't too long after he almost threw me out. I had already talked to Mitch about maybe wanting the apartment but that little talk with your father kind of forced me to have to take it."




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 31



Authors Note; First off I would like to thank all of you who voted and commented on my last story "At the feet of my Mother." The story did amazingly well and even had the number one spot for a few days. Now to start I received many answers to my question about erotica in SWB and it seems people would be fine with a little less. This chapter is one of the ones in question as, comparative to its length, there is not a lot of erotica, and honestly, if I did my job right the erotica is not even all that erotic. I mentioned a few chapters ago that there was a benchmark chapter coming up and This is that chapter. This begins the final countdown starting here there are 10 chapters left so 40 is the magic number! Now about this chapter. the best way to put this is that this is my chapter; an indulgence to myself, and the most fun to write since Samhain. I mentioned before that Lex Talionis was written a while ago and not necessarily meant for an erotic site. The same can be said for this one. I was originally only going to use half of this but my wife, the same person who pushed me to post Lex ,said that it was my favorite and to just let it fly. So who am I to argue? SWB is a very dark series and a bit of a wild ride. I will tell you right now that to date this chapter will be the wildest so far. So without further stalling; longtime readers, new fans, I present to you one of the darkest nights in the lives of Mark and Megan. Welcome to the complete "uncut" version of "The Wolves Den" 

Spain's restaurant was packed, and despite the fact that I'd called ahead, dad and I found ourselves sitting in the bar area while we awaited our table. Dad had been sweet; asking me first if I was okay sitting at the bar and then after I said I was fine asking if it would bother me if he had a beer. I told him of course not, but I really appreciated him asking. I left out that I hated beer and it was hard liquor that even now once in a great while would call out to me. Between the crowd and the TV over the bar blasting the Sox game conversation was difficult so dad ended up watching the game leaving me to my thoughts. I have to say that although I was in no danger of succumbing to the siren call of my addiction I did have the passing thought of what I wouldn't give for a Captain and Coke.

Instead, I thought back on how things had been left off with Mark. My brother had not only played me but had made me think I was the one playing him. Mark had let me have exactly what I wanted .Then, before I left he had pulled a three sixty and denied me to prove a point; that I may very well have to learn how to live without him as my 'fallback' as he had referred to it. What was most upsetting is that Mark was absolutely right; it would not be fair to him to spend the rest of his life waiting on me.

Sad fact was that although on the surface, Mark looked like the colder of the two of us, in reality I was the one who had let people fall in love with me when I knew I was not in love with them. Years ago my brother had been in love with Krissy. There had also been a time after the Max incident that he and Cynthia had grown quite close. Had Cynthia not taken a dream job on the west coast, when she finished school who knew what would have happened. Then of course there was Samantha who had fallen head over heels for my brother. All this led me to the sad realization that if I did not accept Mark's heart that he would find someone that would.

Mark had left Samantha because, his feelings for her made him realize that I had been his love all along. In that light had I not found my soul mate because he had been in front of me my entire life? Reading the journal had reminded me that twenty years ago I had been in love with Mark but had wanted to save him from me. Mark had shocked me by bringing up that night at his apartment. All along I had thought that he didn't know I was in love with him and had convinced him he had been wrong about us. Once again Mark had proved to know better than I but had assumed that I had not wanted him.

Mark had even thrown out my longtime excuse of running from us. With six years sober and a very successful career I no longer had to worry about 'bringing him down'. Hell, if the Walsh deal worked out I would be making more money than Mark within a year! On that note I shook my head; what the hell was I going to do with Walsh? My brother was far more important than money but still, Royce's point of being able to take care of mom and dad had hit home. With a sigh I picked up my glass and sipped at the coke I had ordered. 

Putting the glass down, I pushed past that and thought back to when I had left Mark's. After his little buy the cow crack he had kissed me as I had stood there in shock and headed off to the shower ending any further conversation. Feeling like an idiot I had gone into the parlor, and after picking up my clothes got dressed and waited to say goodbye to my brother. Mark had emerged from the shower dressed in only a towel and I found myself getting pissed off as I knew he was teasing me. Nonetheless, when he put his arms out to me, I had gladly stepped into his embrace and rested my head on his shoulder as he held me. As I enjoyed the feel of his still damp skin and the smell of his clean wet hair I again imagined having this every day. 

Right on the heels of that thought was how long would it last? As Mark gently lifted my face from his neck to kiss me goodbye it hit me that that last thought was the problem. I had thought I had been in love several times and had been, but only for a short period of time. Then I would grow cool and distant and break the heart of the person who was still in love with me. I was afraid it would happen with Mark as well. What if I was not as capable of it as he was? What if at the end of the day I really was the more broken of the two of us? To me it was beginning to come down to break my brother's heart now or six months from now when it would be worse? Mark interrupted those thoughts by pressing his soft lips to mine and giving me a long lingering kiss that would have made my legs weak had I not thought that this was another tease.

When he had broken the kiss however he looked a little upset himself, and I found myself thinking; good! He had gotten himself with his own little game. Mark told me that he would see me tomorrow and that he would be free by six so let him know what time we would be going out. I nodded and told him I would, leaving out the fact that I was supposed to be on a private plane heading back to Chicago by that time. I then asked Mark if he wanted to tell me about him and dad and he rolled his eyes. I told him I was going to confront dad and he said to go ahead; that if dad cared about me as much as he claimed, then I wouldn't get an answer from him either. 

I didn't like the sound of that but decided to let it go and unlike yesterday leave on a decent note. When I arrived back at my parents house Dad hadn't gotten home yet so I took another shower. When mom had asked why I was showering again I had told her that Mark had talked me into the gym and I'd had quite a workout. As I told lie number ten thousand and counting to my mother about my brother and I, the sick thought that my brother certainly had gotten me nice and sticky went through my mind.

After the shower I changed into a yellow sundress which I wore a matching blouse over to cover the tattoo that I knew dad hated. I also didn't bother with makeup and pulled my long black hair into a simple ponytail. As I looked in the mirror I thought 'daddy's little girl' and laughed as I thought of the outfit I had shown up at the airport a couple of days ago. By then dad had gotten home from golfing but needed to clean up as well so I sat with mom and had a cup of tea. Mom noted I looked exhausted and upset and asked if I'd had a fight with Mark.

Knowing I couldn't get away with saying nothing was wrong, I told her that I had found out that Mark was leaving Rhode Island. Mom then got upset and I felt bad, but she would need to know, and at this point could not count on my brother to tell her. After that I went right back to the lies telling her that Mark's decision was based partly on money but mostly the fact that the Winthrop trial had left him a moving target. Mom shocked me by snorting disgustedly and saying;

"Megan, I may be a little naïve but I'm far from stupid. Your brother has never run from a fight in his life, he loves knowing people hate him and gets a kick out of being the scourge of the courthouse." Mom had then shaken her head and said sadly;

"I'm sure part of this is over him and your father Megan, he doesn't come around me because he knows Doug doesn't want him too."

I had looked at my mother shocked and replied;

"Dad would never keep Mark from you, mom, even if he's mad at him."

"He would never tell him but he would..." Mom trailed off and sighed; "I love Mark dearly but he thrives on being the tragic tale. He thinks he lost me along with your father even though I've tried to keep in touch with him, so he has nothing left here. I..." She waved her and said;

" Ah, it doesn't matter Megan, Mark will do whatever he wants, and that's fine, but don't tell me it's because he's got it rough here." She sighed. "Things won't be that different. I can chase your brother down once a month on the phone in Chicago as much as I can here."

"Why do you say Chicago?" I asked.

I had simply told mom that Mark was taking offers and leaving RI as soon as he made up his mind I hadn't said where. Mom looked at me for a minute as if she were thinking, and then shrugged;

"Well where else would he go?" She smiled. "Mark's missed you Megan I know he has. I suppose when you said he was leaving I should have seen it coming She grunted. "He's using that case and your father to justify it." She then grinned at me;

"So am I right? Is he heading your way?"

"It's Chicago or LA." I told her. "He's trying to figure it out."

Mom laughed;

"No hon, he knows where he wants to go, he is just waiting to be asked."

I glanced down so mom wouldn't see me flinch at that last comment.

"What do you mean?"

"He wants his sister too tell him that she misses him and wants him down there." Mom said as if I were dense. "He probably feels that you might think he's intruding on your life and wants you to tell him its okay."

"You think?"

"I know Megan," Mom said then continued in a softer voice. "Mark really has been different since that trial. Even more withdrawn and he seems sad, well last I saw him anyway." She reached out and put her hand over mine. 

"He needs you Megan, before that case he was really starting to get out of control, the partying, the girls, he was putting on a show like he was trying to prove something or," Mom paused "As if he were trying to forget something. He was like that before Samantha then even worse after her until they ran him through the mud and he lost Alex, and then had whatever the fight was with your father, now he seems like a shell of himself."

Mom paused for a moment to sip at her tea. I did the same as I thought about what she was saying. I, of course knew exactly why Mark had been quiet lately he had been waiting for his chance to make his play for his sister's heart. Still, what the hell happened with dad?

"Thing is Megan, your brother is having it tough and he wants to be closer to you."

Closer than you think, I thought dryly as mom went on.

"You know Megan your entire lives you and your brother have been there for each other. The two of you are both strong when the other is weak and you're at your best when you are close. I think Mark knows that and he's waiting for you to give him the invitation."

"Yeah, well it's a little more complicated than that." I said awkwardly.

"Well for what it's worth Megan I think you should tell him to come down there with you."

"Mark's a big boy mom, if he wants to come to Chicago he doesn't need my permission."

"No, but I think he wants his big sister to say she would love to have him." Mom took another sip of tea and said; "Mark wants you to want him around Megan, make him happy."

I stared at mom with no idea how to answer. She was talking about being happy in a different way than what Mark wanted, but it was not helping my already spinning mind. Dad then came in, saving me from having to reply. Dad had asked what we were talking about and before I could say just girl talk mom piped up that we were discussing Mark leaving. Dad had simply grunted and said that he felt bad for all the husbands and fathers in whatever city he was heading for. Mom looked like she was going to respond to that, but I tapped her foot under the table, and when she looked at me, I shook my head. One way or another I was going to get to the bottom of this.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the obnoxious sound of the beeper the hostess had given us going off. Dad and I walked back into the lobby and followed the waitress over to our seats. As we sat and started to flip through the menu I noticed that dad seemed a bit nervous and figured he was waiting for me to bring up my brother. That was my intention; however I also only got to see my parents once every few months and wanted to enjoy my time with dad. Figuring that we could take our time over a nice lunch I would talk about anything and everything but Mark until maybe when we were down to coffee. Then hopefully I could find a way to segue into why my father had referred to Mark as a fucking animal last night.

Dad noted that I looked tired and I followed my familiar pattern of lying. I brought up that I was still a bit upset over Laura. Dad nodded and apologized for not seeming like he was concerned last night, but that I knew how he felt about me being with a woman. I nodded, but he continued, saying that he should only care about if whoever I was with made me happy. Funny you should say that I thought to myself thinking of my brother. I was touched however, as that was a big deal for my old fashioned father to say. I told him that I appreciated it, and suddenly reaching out and putting his hand over mine, dad told me that he was very proud of me.

Before I could respond dad added that, despite looking a little tired, I had never looked better. I gave him a huge smile and told him that meant a lot to me. Dad then thanked me for the money that I had given mom yesterday, and that he would pay it back. I rolled my eyes and told him not to be ridiculous that I was happy to help. Dad tried to argue, but the waitress came, and we ordered. When she had left I told dad about Walsh wanting to see me earlier and I wasn't sure what to do. Dad told me to go, that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I needed to take it. On that note I brought up how Royce and Mark had mentioned that Walsh would just be the beginning; how all of his followers would be buying as well.

Dad's mouth had twitched a little at my brother's name, but he did nod and say that he agreed; that rich people were all about keeping up with the other rich people, and I could make a fortune off of them. I then told dad that I was tired of seeing him and mom struggle; that I knew that they were having it rough to the point that a year ago Mark had made a mortgage payment for them. Admittedly I had tossed this out on purpose, wanting dad to remember that no matter what was going on between them Mark had been there for them in the past. Dad rolled his eyes, but let me continue talking. I told him that once Walsh gave me the down payment I was sending them five thousand dollars and not taking no for an answer. As Dad started to protest, I added that I was going to send them money each month as well. In the beginning at least five hundred but once I got the paintings finished I wanted to pay their mortgage each month.

Dad shook his head and told me that I needed to take care of myself. I told him I had plenty to pay and except for getting away with clothes sometimes did not live expensively. I point blank told him that they had taken care of me for years and this was the least I could do. I also brought up that Dad had cashed in a couple of CD's to help pay for the private clinic that Mark had gotten me into that had helped keep me sober for good. The clinic had been so expensive that Mark couldn't afford the entire thing and was going to borrow from Alex. Dad had stepped in saying that I was his daughter, and he would be the one to help. I mentioned how if he still had them now they would have matured, and he wouldn't be struggling as much. 

As dad still tried to say no, I finally resorted to putting on the pout, looking up at him through my eyelashes, and using the little girl voice I said;

"Oh please daddy? Please let me help." As Dad started to laugh despite himself I continued with; "Oh your little girl will be oh so happy if you let her help!"

Dad shook his head and told me I wasn't playing fair, that I knew I could get anything I wanted from him with that look. As I laughed I thought that it never failed with my brother either. Except of course in Mark's case I was usually looking up at him from my knees. Finally dad said that he would let me send some money, but we would talk more about it when the time came. Dad also said he wanted me to go and talk to someone about some investments; to not just toss money in the bank. I agreed, and once again slipping the needle, mentioned that Mark had done well with his so I would see who he dealt with. Dad didn't take the bait, instead he shrugged and said I could do what I wanted, but make sure I did something with the money.

The food came and I was feeling pretty good. I had been a little afraid lunch would be awkward but so far it was going very well. As we ate dad started telling me about his golf tournament, which he had been knocked out of today. After he explained how he had double bogied –whatever the hell that meant- he started talking about golf in general. I sat there eating and enjoying listening to him talk. I had little to no interest in golf, but was grateful to be here in a nice restaurant, spending time with a man whom I had spent years putting through hell. 

At that thought, I could feel the pull of those melancholy memories. This time however, instead of succumbing to them I decided to let my mind drift back further to a better time in my life. Back when I had first come to live with my parents. Even then I was a lot of work for my father but it had been different and in the end more than worth it for both of us.

Back then I was fine with women, but because of Frank, was terrified of men. A sudden loud male voice could cause me to curl up into a corner and cry, and all hell would break loose if one touched me. This problem had already had cost me a couple of chances to get placed. So when mom had first taken an interest in me Mary, my social worker, and a woman whose heart I all but broke every Friday, when I would beg her to take me home with her, had suggested that mom see me alone the first few times.

Mary could see how taken Denise was with me, and her idea was to get me attached to her so that when I met dad I wouldn't be as afraid because I trusted her. After a month of twice a week visits, Denise told me that next time she wanted to bring her husband Doug. I said that I didn't want to meet him because all men were mean. Denise said that wasn't true, Doug loved her very much, and was very excited to meet me. I put my head down and pouted. When I looked up mom was doing the same thing, and with a sad look on her face said that it would hurt her feelings if I didn't want to meet Doug after all weren't we friends?

Mary prodded me as well saying that Denise had been very nice to me so shouldn't I be nice as well? Finally I said okay, but I didn't want to be touched. I met Doug the next day and was scared. Doug was a big guy with a very deep voice and I immediately hid behind Mary when he said hi to me. Doug only stayed a little while, long enough for Mary to coax me into saying hi and telling him my name, and then it was just me and Denise again. Denise had given me a big hug and thanked me for meeting Doug and now that I met him would I like to come to her house? Denise hugged me every time she saw me and it was the best feeling in the world. I hugged her back and figured that if this made her happy then I would do it again.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 31



For the next few weeks I started spending first afternoon's then entire weekends with them and although I hardly spoke to Doug and wouldn't let him touch me Mary decided to give me living with them a try. I was thrilled to be living with Denise, in a nice house with my own room and they had bought me plenty of toys including my favorite, a really nice stuffed Scooby doo that I slept with every night. That was when I slept. I had a lot of nightmares back then and many nights would wake up crying and Denise would sleep with me. Doug would come in with her sometimes, but I would end up getting more upset and he would have to leave.

As time went on I did get a little more comfortable. Doug could hug me, but only if I was either on mom's lap or sitting right next to her. I would also let him help tuck me in, but once again only if Denise was there. Dad would always read to me while Denise would sit on the bed and I started to like the sound of his voice. I also noticed that I was feeling less scared when he touched me. I still would never go to him however, he always had to approach me ,and still always with Denise very close by.

One Sunday after I had been living there for a couple of months I came into the kitchen and saw mom, I had asked if I could call her that, was making a cake. I asked her what it was for and mom had said that it was Doug's birthday. I told her that I felt bad because I didn't know and didn't have a birthday present for him. Mom had smiled and asked if I really wanted to give him something. I said yes, but I didn't have any money. Mom then leaned down and whispered in my ear what she said would be a perfect gift. I looked at her nervously and asked if he would really like it and she said of course he would.

I nodded and went into the parlor where Doug was sitting in his old recliner watching a baseball game. Doug had looked a little surprised that I had come in by myself, but smiled and asked what I was up to. I walked up to the chair and told him I had something for him. Doug said that he couldn't wait to see what it was, and quickly, before I got scared, I crawled up onto his lap and putting my arms around his neck gave him a big hug and told him happy birthday. Before Doug could react I added a kiss on the cheek.

Dad put his arms gently around me, and seemed to hesitate. I told him that I would like it if he hugged me. Doug hugged me tight and told me that this was the best present he had ever gotten. I stayed there letting him hold me and realized that, not only wasn't I scared, but that I felt safe. I took my arms from around his neck but stayed sitting in his lap. Dad put his arm around me and started telling me about the baseball game. I didn't care, but it felt great being there with him. A few minutes later mom brought out the cake and I ate mine still sitting on Doug's lap.

I stayed there all day watching baseball, and when the game was over Doug put on cartoons and when I started to fall asleep he carried me into my room and tucked me in without mom. After Doug read me a quick story, and gave me a kiss good night I asked him if I could call him daddy. A week later mom and dad started the adoption process and within six months I was officially their daughter. I could feel myself start to smile at the memory of the day my adoption was official. Mom had...

"And that's when I decided to tell your mother that I'd been having an affair and wanted a divorce." Dad said cutting through my fog.

"Huh?" I asked, wondering if I had just heard right. "What did you just..."

Dad cut me off with a laugh and a wave of his hand.

"Nothing Megan, just trying to bring you back from whatever fog you were in." He sighed. "I know I'm not very exciting but once every few months you could pretend to listen." 

"Sorry daddy!" I batted my eyes at him. "But the golf thing gets to me after a few minutes."

I paused as the waitress came back over, and as she cleared our plates we ordered coffee. When she walked away, I grinned and asked if he wanted to know what I was thinking about. Dad said okay as long as it wasn't some twisted idea for a new painting like a zombie father daughter out to lunch called better late than never. I snapped my fingers and said that I would have to write that down. Dad rolled his eyes and after I told him I was only kidding proceeded to tell him what I had been thinking about. As I told the story Dad listened intently and I could see by the end that my tough guy father was getting a little misty. This time I reached out, taking his hand and asking if it was still his favorite memory. Dad nodded then said;

"I think it always will be, but I have to say being there to give you your one year Medallion was really special." He sighed. "I guess one of those tough, because of what it meant you went through, but very proud of you. I think it was the first day I let myself think you were going to be okay for good this time."

We stopped again as the coffee came, and as we each started adding sugar and cream, Dad continued;

"I really was thrilled," He gave me a wry smile. "Even though I wasn't your first choice I..." Dad stopped realizing where he was going with that, and elated at seeing my chance, I dove right in.

"Well not alone anyway," I began. "I was going to have Mark do it, but didn't want to leave you out and was going to have you both. Then Mark told me that you and I were just really starting to get close again and he wanted you to have that moment with me."

Dad didn't say anything. At first he just sat there staring at me, most likely pissed at himself for giving me that opening. I kept looking at him expectantly, and finally Dad took a deep breath, and as he exhaled, said;

"Yeah Megan I know. He told me that when I wanted to know why he wasn't doing it with me." He looked away.

"If you want me to say that it was a nice thing to do it was." Dad grunted and added; "Guilt will make you do things like that."

With no further beating around the bush I asked;

"Dad what the hell happened between you and Mark?"

"Don't worry about it Megan." Dad said simply. "It doesn't concern you."

"My father hates my brother," I told him evenly. "The two most important men in my life aren't speaking and it doesn't concern me? Never mind how much it's upsetting Mom."

"Not as much as knowing the truth would." Dad said simply. "Your mother thinks the world of her son" He sneered the word. "She would be heartbroken if she knew what that animal did."

"What the hell did he do Dad?" I asked in exasperation. 

"Forget it Megan." 

"No Dad, it's not that easy." I told him. "This is the second time since last night you called Mark an animal. I want to know what he did."

Dad sat there idly stirring his coffee and shook his head. When he looked up I was staring at him, and after a moment, he said softly.

"You know damn well what he did Megan because he did it to you."

"To me?" I asked wondering if I'd heard right. "What the hell did Mark do to me?"

"I'm not going to say it Megan. I... can't." Dad exhaled slowly, and I saw his hands were shaking. "Just thinking about it makes me wish I'd put my foot down with your mother and never told you about him."

"Are you kidding?" I blurted out. "Dad...."

"He was bad news Megan, disturbed, and I knew it. I could see it in those crazy eyes of his. Maybe it was what he went through; maybe it runs in the family, but Mark was dangerous like that dog I told you about years ago." Dad snorted.

"I almost had him Megan, was going to throw him out after that mess at the hotel. He was going to fight me there Megan I saw it."

"He was trying to defend me." I said as calmly as possible.

"So he could ruin you himself." Dad said disgustedly. "He should have went to jail for what he did to Max. Whether Max deserved it or not what Mark did was inhuman, they should have kept him in Butler." He shook his head. "But you cried to Alex to help him, just like you cried to me to let him stay."

Leaning back Dad continued;

"You always protected him Megan. Always. Makes what he did even worse."

"My brother did more than his share of protecting me Dad." I told him feeling myself getting upset. "You don't know the things Mark did for me. My brother had half the dealers in the state afraid to sell to me." Dad started to talk but I kept going.

"Never mind the end Dad. Mark saved my life, literally." I tapped the table. "Hell we wouldn't be sitting here if he hadn't gotten to me. If it wasn't for Mark you'd be seeing me in a cemetery and leaving flowers." I fought back tears and added;

"I remember that day; you were in tears Dad, in tears, thanking Mark for bringing your daughter back to you." I snorted disgustedly. "What have you done for me lately is that it?"

"You..." Dad seemed to be picking his words carefully. "You don't know the whole story Megan."

"Well if you would friggin tell me than maybe I would!" I snapped. "Christ dad, I'm not mom okay? I can handle shitty things, case you haven't noticed a good part of my life has been full of them!"

"I didn't know then okay Megan?" Dad snapped back raising his voice. "I... I didn't know what he had done to you."

"What did he..."

"He hurt you Megan!!" This time I noticed the people at the next table look over.

"Dad shhh!" I said putting my hand over his.

"Well this is why we don't need to get into this!"

"Dad," I began, now making sure I stayed calm so he would. "When do you think Mark hurt me?" I put my hands out. "I mean Dad, a few months ago I came up here with Laura and we all went out and you and Mark were fine. Six months later he's an animal. I mean when could he have hurt me?"

"Oh for Christ's sake Megan," Dad said. "It wasn't recent. He hurt you a long time ago and I just found out about it." He grunted. "Little bastard finally ran into someone dirtier than him and I got to see what that piece of shit is really like what he' really capable of."

"Dad, listen to me. My brother never hurt me, ever." Even as I said it my mind started to form an image of Mark in my face, snarling at me, that crazed look in his eye and blood running down his face. "It's time you learned your place whore..." he had hissed.

I shoved that image from my mind. I would not go there just as I told Mark not to yesterday. That had been terrible for both of us, but my father couldn't have known about that, no one did except the two of us. As Dad rolled his eyes I pressed on;

"Dad, I know Mark has done some extreme things and I know he's earned a pretty bad reputation but," I took a deep breath to stop myself from choking up and whispered;

"My brother loves me Dad, when he came to live with us we promised each other that we would never let anyone hurt us again, that we would protect each other!"

"Yeah well he lied," Dad said, "Or maybe he figured he would just hurt you himself."

"Dad, please tell me." I said softly. I could feel the tears starting to build and didn't fight them. "Tell me when you think Mark hurt me because he never did Dad, never. I swear, I mean if anything I hurt him just like I hurt you. I'm the one who deserves to be..."

"You didn't deserve what he did to you!!" Dad said slapping the table hard and making me jump. "Don't ever say that! That sick fuck gave you...." Dad stopped and stared at me as the tears began flowing down my cheeks. After a minute he said quietly;

"My god you don't know." He shook his head. "You know I wondered if you would remember."

"What are you talking about?" I asked as I wiped at my eyes with a napkin.

Dad paused to take a sip of coffee and I saw his hand shaking again. He put the mug down and once more taking my hand across the table said;

"When we went to those sessions while you were in the rehab the therapist had said that there were probably a lot of things that you may not recall. That as much of those terrible times you remembered there would be a lot that your mind would block out."  

I nodded; both because I recalled the conversation with the therapist and that I knew there were things my mind was hazy on. I would get little glimpses sometimes but they would always fade before I could fully grasp them. Like that brief image of my brother over me, lowering himself gently down to me a look of love in his eyes. Dad's voice brought me back from that fleeting vision.

"I wondered when we started if you knew and were sticking up for him like you always do," He shook his head. "But you don't, I can see it in your eyes." He sighed. "You're better off then."

"Then tell me Dad," I pleaded. Was it possible? Had Mark done something that I couldn't remember and he wouldn't bring up? "Please?"

"Absolutely not Megan," Dad said. "Its better this way trust me."

"But Dad, you can't do this to me!" I continued. "I mean you can't imagine what this is doing to..."

"Doing to you?" 

As he spoke Dad leaned forward and when he began speaking his voice was trembling with the effort to keep it down.

"What do you think this does to me? I know what that animal did to you Megan, what he did to my daughter. I told him if I ever saw him in my house again I'd blow his fucking head off."

"D-dad...?" I trailed off stunned. Dad continued as if I had not spoken.

"Think this hurts you? Your mother thinks she's upset?" Dad pointed at himself as he spoke. "You have no idea how hard it is for me to hear your mother talk about her wonderful son, how hard it is to listen to tell me how much your brother cares about you."

"It kills me to hear you say his name, kills me that whenever you come up here you spend more time with him than us, that you always see him first. That he just goes through life like there is nothing wrong."

Dad let out a long shuddering breath and as he did I saw how red his neck was and his temple was throbbing. I had never seen him this angry. Oh, my brother, what the hell did you do I thought as Dad went on.

"But as much as it hurts me Megan it would hurt me more to see your mother upset. Trust me if she knew Megan..." he paused and took another breath as if he were trying to control himself. "And it would hurt even more to see you get upset over it." He sat back and laughed disgustedly.

"Of course that's your brother through and through. Doing what he wants and leaving nothing but pain behind him. Smug bastard knows I'll never tell. Hell, I'm sure he's figured out that you blocked it out." With a sigh he said. "I'm sorry Megan but I won't tell you. You can try your brother and if he has one shred of decency somewhere in that cesspool he calls a heart he won't tell you either."

"Dad you have it wrong," I tried again. "Whoever this was that you said you found out from they're lying. I mean why would you believe what someone who had it in for Mark would tell you?"

Looking into my eyes Dad said;

"Because Megan, I heard it straight from the source."

"What do you..."

"Your brother," Dad answered softly. "Mark told me himself what he did." 

Looking down at the table dad continued to speak;

"I...found out and I confronted him." 

When dad looked back up there were tears in his eyes but not tears of sadness, more like frustration.

"Not only did he not deny it Megan, he fucking bragged about it! Sat across from me at my own table with that fucking smirk and told me what he did."

Dad let out a long shuddering breath and continued;

"I swear to Christ Megan, if I'd have had my shotgun next to me I'd have killed him. Instead I told him to get the fuck out and I had better never see him again. That he was dead to me."

I started to try to speak but dad waved me off;

"So your mother can think what she wants and so can you. And I suppose if you're happy that should count for something. But I saw the real Mark, Megan and he is a soulless, heartless beast." 

He sat back in his chair and picking up his coffee said;

"There's a special place in hell for your brother Megan. It's right next to his father." He sipped his coffee then smiling grimly said;

"All that I ask is that I live long enough to see him get what he deserves."

             *****

We finished our coffee in silence and when the check came I took it from the waitress as Dad tried to reach for it, and after paying, asked if he were ready to go. We both stood and I walked out without speaking. When we got to Dad's old Volvo wagon he opened the door for me. As I started to get in he stopped me with his hand on my arm, and putting his arms around me, hugged me close to him. As he held me there he whispered in my ear that he was sorry he upset me that he should not have said some of those things about Mark to me, but he couldn't help it.

As Dad stepped back from me he started to say something, but I told him to let it go. I had precious little time to spend with him and mom these days and didn't want to fight, especially not over the past. Dad said okay and I got into the car thinking that enough was enough. I would get the answer from my brother. Mark may be the consummate game player, but at the end of the day I was his weakness. Dominate him, seduce him, plead or find something to threaten him with, my brother would give me what I needed to know. 

As Dad got into the car and pulled out of the parking lot I started wondering if this would be a case of be careful of what I wished for. What if Mark had done something to me that I had blocked out? In my heart I doubted that he had. Dad had to be wrong or, I felt my stomach twist at the thought, what if Mark had been playing games with his meds and dad had caught him at just the right time. Mark's 'other half', as he would refer to it as, was absolutely vicious and would say whatever the hell it wanted to whether it was the truth or not. Obviously my parents did not know about Mark's condition, although mom had once remarked that she swore he was bipolar. If that were true would my brother even remember? Only one way to find out and I was done running from the past. I was no longer a weak, needy emotional basket case. I could handle whatever it was and then I would fix it. Mom, Dad, and Mark were my family and it would be only fitting that the one who had done so much to tear us apart over the years would be the one to make it right.

"Oh Christ, would you look at this!" Dad exclaimed.

Looking up from my thoughts I saw that we had just gotten onto the highway and were in dead stop traffic.

"Yeah I got stuck on the way to Mark's earlier." I said quietly.

"Ridiculous." Dad muttered.

I leaned back in the seat, and turning my head to the right, found myself staring down at several buildings just off the highway. As my eyes idly scanned the houses they seemed to look a bit familiar. My gaze stopped wandering as I focused on a large square two story building. The building had been burned out and all the windows and doors boarded up. There was a sign over the main entrance that if you stared hard enough you could still faintly make out the name; 

The Wolves Den.

Underneath were the words "Hottest girls in town."

Most of those letters were missing but I knew them by heart. After all for about a month I had been one of RI's hottest girls. The sign of course left out that The Wolves Den had also been a hot spot for cocaine and prostitution. Sadly I had participated in both. Part of my mind told me to look away, as I had earlier when driving through the city. This time however I found myself sliding back to not just that terrible time, but one of the most horrifying events in my life. Even as my mind continued to sound the warning bells I could see the club in its heyday; the stage the smoke, the drugs. I became aware of Dad turning the radio up, and leaning back in the seat I closed my eyes, and let the sins of the past wash over me.

Providence 1996

I pulled into the parking lot of the Wolves Den, and finding a spot left the car running. Sitting there with my hands on the wheel I stared at the club; I didn't want to go in there. All that was in there for me was humiliation. Dancing on the stage and lap dancing was the least of it. I rubbed at my burning eyes thinking sadly that six years ago at twenty one and before I had let myself get this far I had been a talented beautiful girl who'd only had five lovers. I was still pretty, but hadn't painted anything in months and now had as many as five men on a good night. 




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 31



A good night. I put my head down on the steering wheel and could feel tears coming to my eyes. Not that these guys could be considered lovers, I was not there to be their girlfriend, I was just a quick dirty fuck. Most times it was as simple as just bending over the small couch and letting them take me. Most lasted little more than a few minutes, then it was back on stage as if I had been out on a cigarette break. Speaking of, I fumbled in my purse, and removing a pack, took one out and lit it with trembling fingers. Christ I needed a fix. That was where the debate came in; there were several dealers in the club and I could get it all night long. Not for free of course but after every trip to the back I could pay for more. 

I knew it was a vicious circle. I was dancing and whoring to get the coke then using the coke to keep myself flying high enough to continue to do what I was doing. I also needed money. The rent was due this weekend and I had nothing. Two nights ago I had made six hundred dollars and come home with a hundred; the rest going up my nose and at the bar after my shift. Home, I thought shaking my head. Where I lived wasn't a home it was a place. I'd had a nice home once, with parents who loved me, but that was a lifetime ago. I was no longer that pretty little girl with the bright future. Now home was whatever spare room someone had to offer. 

Right now I was sharing a dirty three room apartment with another dancer, whose real name I didn't know, but went by 'Sadie'. Sadie hadn't paid rent in two months and if we didn't have two months by the first we were going to be tossed. We were supposed to be tossed last month but Sadie had fucked the landlord to let us ride. Apparently his wife thought something was funny because it was her we were dealing with now and she wanted the cash. Sadie had worked last night and had brought home half now it was up to me to get the rest.

It didn't have to be this way. A month ago I had been staying with Tommy and it's not like he had thrown me out, Tommy would never do that to me. But Tommy was straight now and had been for well over a year. During that time I had flitted in and out of his life but he always took me back. Tommy loved me, why I don't know. All I had done was treat him poorly. Once when I asked him why he always took me back he said that he was waiting for the real Megan to come back and she was worth the wait.

The real Megan. Who was that? Was she the sweet girl next door type with the big crooked smile and cute little girl laugh that always made other people smile and laugh with her? Or was the real Megan "Raven"; the coked up gothic slut that shook her tits on the stage and bent over for anyone who wanted to pay for it? Seemed more and more as if it were the latter. Last month in one those dreadful times where lack of money had forced me to be straight for more than a couple of days I had looked at Tommy sleeping next to me and had decided I had to leave him. Tommy was doing well and having me around him was dangerous. More than once I had brought coke into the house and once even tried to get him to do it with me. I was messed up at the time and very grateful that he had said no. I had caused enough pain to people who loved me I didn't need that guilt as well. So I packed up when he went to work and left him a note saying how sorry I was. 

I had gotten a job dancing at the Foxy Lady where the clientele was upper class, the money phenomenal, and all you had to do was dance. I had lost that job within a week for showing up wasted and after I got a second chance got caught doing lines in the bathroom. One of the girls that worked there sent me to The Wolves Den where I fit right in. Everyone from the bouncers. to the dancers. to the crowd that hung there were users. I put the cigarette out and looked at the dashboard clock. I was due on stage in twenty minutes. If I didn't work tonight I would not have a place to live. I also would have to deal with being straight. 

Then again, there was always Mark. I could go stay with him for a little while and get myself together as I had many other times. I let out a small sob as I thought of my brother, who I hadn't seen in well over a month. Not for lack of trying on his part. Mark had called Tommy several times looking for me and had even stopped at some of the places that I would hang around in. As much as it pained me to do so I was avoiding him. Not that Mark had not seen me messed up before because God knew he had seen me in pretty rough shape, but to find out I was working in a place like this would kill him. Bad enough he had posted bail for me three months ago when I had been arrested for soliciting a police officer in a bar. 

The last time I had seen Mark we had spent the weekend together and I had made sure I had been clean a few days before I saw him. Although it was no secret about my habits I always did the best I could to look okay when I was with him. The weekend had been nice until the end when, while lying in bed, Mark brought up me going into an inpatient treatment center. That turned into an argument and I had ended up telling Mark that I was none of his fucking business and to leave me alone. I had stormed out of his apartment and had not seen him since. I did call him a couple of days later in tears and apologized to him. He had said to forget it and wanted to see me, but I needed to keep my distance until I felt as if I could handle it.

Unlike me, Mark was doing just fine for himself. Now in his last year at Suffolk, Mark already had an internship with a good firm in Providence that most likely would make him an offer when he graduated. Mark was still bartending, but at a high end country club that Alex had gotten him into. The tips were phenomenal and Mark had told me that he had met several wealthy married women that slipped him their number and who paid him to pretty much fuck the shit out of them while their husbands were away. Ironic that Mark was also selling himself but in a very different way; somehow my brother had even managed to make prostitution look good.

Mark currently had a nice two bedroom apartment in North Providence that he kept telling me I was more than welcome to share with him. I could either go into the club and get fucked up again or go to my brother and let him take care of me. I looked at my trembling hands, and quickly before I changed my mind, shut the car off and dropping the keys in my purse got out of the car. I slammed the door of Sadie's beat to hell old nova so it would stay shut and walked across the parking lot towards the rear of the building.

"Hey honey what's your hurry?" 

I turned to see three college kids leaning against the corner of the club smoking. I was wearing a short denim mini skirt with a tight white t-shirt and black heels. Jack Wolf, the owner of the club as well, as the head of the notorious Devil's own biker gang, wanted us to look sexy on the way in to get the guys wanting to see more.

"C'mon over hear sweetie!" Another guy called.

I was ready to walk away when a slight breeze carried the sweet smell of marijuana over to me. Turning, I sauntered over to them, and stopping next to the one with the joint said;

"Hey sexy, don't suppose you wanna share?"

This had come out in the soft, sultry and slightly raspy voice I used when I was in the club. Sad to say however, the rasp was not intentional, but was the product of several years of chain smoking. 

"Sure, honey." The kid answered as he passed me the joint.

I took a hit from it, and closing my eyes, held the smoke in my lungs as long as I could before letting it out. I went to hand it back but the kid waved me off.

"Go ahead baby take a couple."

I took another and passing it back to him thanked him.

"How about you thank me behind the building sweetie?" The kid asked with a wink.

"We got more in the car and a bottle of southern how about you party with us?"

"Oh yeah?" I asked. "With all of you?"

"Sure," One of the other kids laughed. "We can go one at a time or you can give us the group discount what do you figure?"

I stared hard at him, and resisting the urge to smack him, forced a sexy smile and leaning forward said in the kid with the joint's ear.

"Tell you what baby, you come on in and spend some money on me and my friends and I'll see about getting you some fun."

"Aww come on hon we don't have that kind of money." He grinned. "How about a student discount?"

"See you inside boys." I said, and turning, walked away from them towards the back entrance.

"Cock tease!!" One of them yelled.

I entered through the back way nodding to the bouncer who watched that door and made my way upstairs. The club itself was on the first floor and consisted of several stages spread out in four rooms and one large room that consisted of the bar and the main stage. The smaller stages in the other rooms were reserved for private parties and some of the bigger spenders. The parties were big money if you were willing to fuck the guest of honor in front of the rest of the room. I had thought in the beginning that I could have never, but two hundred dollars was a lot of money. I shuddered as I pictured myself bent over a chair being fucked by a guy due to get married in a week while his friends clapped and cheered.

I needed a fix; reaching the landing of the second floor which was a large open area with a second smaller bar, and a dozen small rooms along the corridor which were our dressing rooms. The rooms were also referred to "The fantasy rooms" and were where we would bring the guys who paid for private dances. Not that there was any dancing involved, it was for sex and sex only. As I made my way across the room, I stopped at the bar where Rick, one of the bouncers was leaning smoking a cigarette.

"Hey baby." I said giving him a kiss on the cheek. "How's my favorite guy in the club doing tonight?"

"I'm good Megan." He answered grinning. "Hard at work."

Rick was a big guy, over six feet and well over two hundred pounds, but was surprisingly soft spoken and a genuinely nice guy. All the girls liked him, as most of the bouncers were arrogant jerks. I had hooked up with Rick after a party my first week there and had fooled around with him a couple of times since. Like every bouncer there Rick also had cocaine on him, which they sold to the girls and other employees. Any coke that went to customers was sold by members of the Devil's own when they were there or the two bartenders, both of which were street dealers who didn't even get paid for their bartending work.

"Really?" I asked smiling. "Let's see." 

With that I reached down and squeezed his cock through his jeans. Rick laughed but then stopped as I continued to rub back and forth. I was standing in front of him and I doubted anyone could see. Not that it would matter in this place. Last week, after hours Sadie had a fucked the bartender right on the bar while people called out bets on how quick he would get off.

"Don't tease Megan," Rick said as I felt his sizable cock growing hard under my touch. "It's going to be a long night."

"But you'll have me to look forward to." I told him. 

Still rubbing with my hand I leaned into his ear and whispered;

"Hey honey how about some in advance for your favorite girl."

"I can't Megan." Rick said, and grabbing my wrist, gently pushed my hand away.

"C'mon Rick you know I'll pay you!" I winked "One way or another."

"Listen Megan, a couple of us came up a little light last week. You stiffed me a hundred and I had to put it in myself. Jack reamed our asses and told us no fronting."

"Rick the night's just started you know I'll get at least one, and as soon as they..."

"Megan I can't." Rick said simply. "If we keep giving in to you girls Jack's going to have all his devil's in here. And for the record they'll be sampling you girls all night and you know it."

I sighed and let it go. I didn't want Rick to get in trouble.

"Come see me after work and we can party some if you want." Rick said. "But I won't have my own until then."

"Okay honey." I told him forcing a smile.

I went down the hallway, and entering my room, turned on the light wishing to hell I'd been able to get something so I didn't have to be in here in my right mind. The room was small with a makeup table and chair against one wall and that god awful sweat-and worse-stained couch against the other. Walking over to the locker in the corner, I manipulated the combination lock and opened the door. Reaching up under my hair I immediately removed the locket that mom gave me years ago. There was no way I could wear that in here. Stripping down to my black thong, I reached into the locker and removed one of the outfits that were hung up in there. 

I pulled on an extremely short, tight, black skirt. Then put on a shirt that was really more of a vest that was held together with lengths of chain that snapped off with the flick of a finger. Underneath the vest my small but perky tits were bare. Well bare except for the barbell piercings I had gotten a few weeks ago. One of the bouncers worked in a tattoo and piercing shop and did all the girls from the club for free. Reaching into the locker once more, I pulled out a long sheer black cape, and fastened it around my neck. I grabbed the black studded dog collar from the top shelf and after putting that on, picked up the boots from the bottom and sat down in front of the table.

After pulling on the knee high black stiletto boots I faced the mirror and began to put on my makeup. I did my eyes in heavy black eye shadow and my lips in blood red; both colors standing out against my ivory complexion. I had to use my left hand to steady my right as I applied the thick black eyeliner to prevent myself from poking my eye. Finishing, I looked sadly at myself in the mirror. My once beautiful ice blue eyes were dim and tinged with red, and my skin seemed more pasty than fair. That's okay; I thought disgustedly, it wasn't my face they were watching. 

Reaching back I removed my long raven black hair from its pony tail and let it cascade down my back. I was ready to get up, then looking down at a small jewelry box on the table, sighed and reached into it. Removing a condom from it, I slipped it into the top of my left boot. Looking once again in the mirror I whispered;

"You're a whore Megan."

I closed my eyes and fought back the tears that would ruin my makeup, and after taking a deep breath stood up, and left the room. I walked past a couple of bouncers and went by one of the girls, a short petite redhead who was leading a bald, overweight guy by the hand. I winced as I went by. Technically we could say no; lie, and say we were already spoken for, and just lose out on the money. We were also told that if we were caught saying no too often we would get canned. So far I had been fortunate and had only ducked one or two. There had been a guy similar to the one I had just seen last week, but by then I'd sniffed the equivalent on an eight ball, and barely remembered letting him take me. 

I had just reached the bottom of the stairs, and was going to work the floor for a few minutes before my name was called, when I heard a voice behind me.

"Goddamn girl I love that look!"

I stopped, feeling that familiar twist in my stomach, however by the time I turned around I had a huge practiced smile on my face.

"Yeah baby?" I asked softly before I had even gotten a good look at the guy. "You like bad girls?"

"Damn straight!" The guy said looking me up and down as I approached him.

It could be worse I suppose. The guy, who looked to be in his forties, was tall and thin with graying hair and rather dull brown eyes. He was dressed in a pair of decent jeans and a polo shirt. I had learned early on that the high rollers did not come in here because of the crowd and the college kids were lucky to be able to afford a few dollars around the stage. It was this type of guy, a blue collar to middle class type who had saved up some money and was looking to have a little fun. 

"Yeah well that's just great baby." I whispered as I stood directly in front of him, and reaching out, ran a long red fingernail gently down his cheek. "Because this girl loves to be bad."

"I'll bet." The guy said, as holding up a five dollar bill, looked deliberately down at my barely concealed tits.

"You want a peek honey?" 

Reaching up, I unsnapped the first chain, and pulling the vest open with both hands, exposed my tits to him.

"Oh look at those." The guy said softly, his voice trembling with excitement.

As he started to hand me the five, I smiled at him, and taking his hand in my right, pushed it down to where I pulled the elastic band of the skirt over so he could see the string of my thong.

"Right there honey." I told him.

I noticed that not only was his hand shaking but there was a silver wedding band on his finger. First timer no doubt about it, desperate for some fun, but afraid to get caught. In that case the club was perfect; as close to anonymous sex as you could get. He slipped the five into my thong as he stared longingly at my tits.

"Like them baby?"

"I-I love them." He said. "I like those piercings, you are a bad girl aren't you..."

"Raven baby," I said in my smoky voice. "You can call me Raven."

"Raven." He repeated in a whisper as I put my fingers on the barbells, and twisted them lightly back and forth.

"Yeah baby, and Raven loves to be a bad girl." I leaned forward, and putting my lips to his ear, gave him a playful nip on the ear lobe that made him gasp and whispered; "And I can be your bad girl baby. You and I can go right upstairs to the fantasy room and you can let this bad girl be oh so good to you."

"I.." he hesitated nervously. "We can do that?"

"Hmmm-mmm" I told him as I leaned forward and rubbed my bare tits across his chest."You go over to that bar and buy a twenty five dollar ticket then we go up and you decide how bad I'm going to be."

"Ummm... I... ohhh." He moaned, as dropping my hand down, I grabbed his cock. 

"Fifty for my pretty red lips, and a hundred for my even prettier lips." 

I stepped back from him and gave him a little twirl, flipping the cape and skirt up to give him a good look at my ass. When I came back to face him I asked;

"So you want to be bad with me baby?"

"Okay." He all but gasped out.

Taking his hand, I pulled his arm around my waist and took him over to the bar to get his ticket. The price of the ticket went to the club, and whatever I got upstairs was mine. Once he paid I took his hand and led him upstairs towards my room. As I passed Rick I looked longingly at him, hoping that if he saw me with someone he would call me over and give me a bag. He was busy watching another girl giving a lap dance and I let out a sigh of resignation, oh how I hated to do this without something to calm my nerves. 

As we entered my room I flipped the switch that lit the bulb over the door so the bouncers knew I had someone in there. When I closed the door I glanced at the chain next to it to make sure it hadn't gotten stuck in the door. Turning to face the guy I smiled at him;

"So baby, how bad you gonna let me be?"

"I... well I only have fifty." 

"Okay honey then my pretty red lips it is."

He stood there looking nervously around, and I put my hand out.

"Oh yeah sure."

Reaching into his pocket he counted out five tens and started to hand them to me. Just before I closed my hand on the money he seemed to hesitate.

"Aww c'mon baby." I said softly as I licked my tongue slowly across my upper lip. "Let me make it all better.

He handed me the money, and after I put it on the table behind me, I removed the cape and pointed towards the couch. He walked over to it and looked around.

"Do I sit or stand?"





Siblings with Benefits Ch. 31



"Whatever you want honey." I answered as I pulled my hair back into a ponytail. I could feel my own hands starting to tremble and felt sick to my stomach. How was I not used to this? 

"I want to stand it's nastier that way." He said grinning like a teenager.

I walked over in front of him, and putting my hands on his shoulders, once again rubbed my tits across his shirt and shimmied my way down to my knees. Reaching out I unzipped his and pulled them and his underwear down over his hips. His cock was only semi hard and I could hear him breathing fast. He was nervous and I found myself looking at his wedding band idly wondering where his wife was.

"Its okay honey just relax." I whispered.

Taking his cock in my hand I started pumping it, quickly bringing him to a full erection. Taking a deep breath I closed my eyes, and in my mind envisioned my forest; the trees, the animals and most importantly the peace that it brought me. Leaning forward I opened my mouth and taking in just the head swirled my tongue around a couple of times before taking him all the way into my mouth. He groaned and his hips twitched. I held his cock in my mouth for a minute then, keeping my tongue pressed to his shaft, began bobbing my head, slowly at first, but then picking up speed. 

The entire time I was sucking I tried to stay focused on the green trees and sanctuary of my childhood refuge. My hands were on his hips and I could already feel them starting to rock back and forth. Suddenly he pulled his cock from my mouth. I looked up at him.

"What is it baby?"

"I... it's just quick ummm can you slow up a little?"

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes I nodded, and once more taking him in my mouth, went slowly down the length of his cock. I felt his hands on my shoulders and after a few seconds they started to drift down a little before stopping.

"Can I?"

Taking his hands, I pulled them down into my vest, and onto my tits. I could feel his hands shaking as he squeezed them once then started pulling on the barbells.

"Easy baby." I whispered as I took his cock from my mouth.

I went back to sucking his cock, going slower than I had been. After all I had only been at it for a minute if that. As I continued to blow him he toyed with my nipples and I barely felt it. Normally my nipples were extremely sensitive but back here I was all but numb. I started sucking faster and could hear his breathing become heavier. I sped up a little more and he gasped;

"Oh slow down a little I...ohhh"

As he spoke I had reached up, and grabbing his balls, began to massage them. With a sudden groan that sounded like a whimper his cock went off and I let out a very soft whimper of my own as his cum flooded my mouth and went down my throat. As he came I lost the forest in my mind and simply kept my eyes closed not wanting to look at him as he came. I sucked a couple of more times until there was nothing left, and with a grimace swallowed the last of it. I quickly stood up, and grabbing a box of tissues, tried to hand them to him.

"Here honey, don't want wifey seeing that lipstick now do you?"

"That's it?" he asked.

That's probably what his wife says I thought but simply smiled and said;

"Sorry hon," I then added against my will. "Unless you want to pay me to...."

"That wasn't even five minutes!" 

He had pulled his jeans up and suddenly seemed angry. Taking a couple of causal steps backwards I put myself within arm's length of the door.

"Well I'm sorry baby." I said simply. "I guess you liked my lips."

"For fifty fucking dollars you could have at least teased me you little slut!"

"Hey I'm not your wife hon." I told him getting angry myself. I knew damn well I was a slut and didn't need any reminders from a two timing rat. "You want foreplay try staying home."

"Well I want some of my money back I..."

Before he could finish I reached out and pulled the chain. A bell rang, and within seconds the door flew open and Keith the head bouncer came in.

"Hey, you alright Megan?"

I nodded feeling a surge of mixed emotions go through me. I was glad to have someone come in but Keith of all people. Keith was the older brother of Carson, the drug dealer who several years ago along with two of his thugs was going to rape me over money I owed them. Mark had not only beaten all three of them but knocked Carson's teeth out with the handle of a knife and sent them to Keith. Keith had decided to let it go back then rather than test my brother but since then had spent the last few years talking about how much he hated Mark. Since I had been working there he busted my balls constantly. But at the moment he was here to protect me. 

"You have a problem with my girl?" he demanded.

The guy stood there nervously trying to find his voice and I didn't blame him. Keith was around six feet and although not huge was heavily muscled and, much like my brother back in the day, had an aura of pure mayhem about him. Keith had electric blue eyes which at the moment were shining brightly and I had no doubt he had already been sampling his own merchandise.

"I asked you a question." Keith repeated.

Keith was wearing a tank top exposing the huge tattoos that covered his powerful biceps. One was a huge red dragon and the other the crest of the USMC. Keith was an accomplished martial artist who, like my brother, had once competed nationally only to be disqualified for drug use. 

"I don't think I got my money's worth." The guy finally got out.

"Megan did you take care of him?" Keith asked his eyes never leaving the man's face.

"I did, he seems to think it's my fault he's quick." I replied.

"Oh? Well first off friend I don't blame you. Raven here does have the hottest mouth in the club." At that he turned and gave me a nasty wink. "But it's not her fault you're a two pump chump, next time jerk off first." He nodded towards the door. "Now get the fuck out of here. I don't need anyone giving my girls shit."

"Umm yes sir." The guy stammered nervously.

"And I don't mean this room I mean out of the damn club. I see your dumb ass around here again I'll break your arms got it?"

The guy nodded and all but ran from the room. Keith watched him, then laughing, turned to face me. Keith did remind me very much of my brother, same build, same attitude and also damn good looking. Keith had blonde hair to go along with those deep blue eyes that most girls swooned for. Never mind his body, and throw in the fact that he could get his hands on as much blow as possible, Keith never had a problem scoring. 

"You cool Megan?" he asked.

"I'm fine Keith thank you." I said quietly.

"Hey that's what I'm here for." He said grinning. "Gotta take care of my girls no?"

With that Keith reached out and gave my right tit a quick squeeze. I slapped at his hand, but he was too fast, pulling it back before I could hit him.

"So when you gonna take care of me?".

"When hell freezes over." I told him as I closed my vest back up.

"Oh for Christ's sakes Megan, I'm like the only guy here you haven't fucked."

"That's not true." I said although there had been a few.

"Well hey let's break the ice," He smirked. "I'll hook you up Megan; you can keep your money and fly high all night. All you gotta do is give me a shot at that pretty little body of yours."

I stared at him for a minute and found thinking about it. An entire night of coke and I could have all my money! I could...

"No." I said disgusted that I had even been considering it.

Keith laughed.

"That's okay, I really only want to fuck you because your Mark's sister." He shrugged. "Tell you what Megan you make my day every time I see you here. Bad ass Mark Phillips Mr. law school and here's his big sis sucking cock in my club. Love it."

"Your club?" I asked, forcing myself not to look weak in front of him. "You buy it from Jack? He know you say it's your club?"

"Watch your mouth Megan." Keith said seriously. "Or I'll be watching it in the back and you won't have a choice."

"My brother would kill you." I said staring him in the eye. "And you know it."

"Your brother's been a broke dick since that fucking trial. Shot his wad after he almost killed that guy. He's an Ivy league pussy now, hangs around with the snobs." Keith snorted. "Doesn't matter, I don't want your skanky ass anyways."

Keith walked out of the room, and started to close the door, but Julie, another dancer popped her head in and said;

"You're up in five Megan."

I nodded and when she closed the door I grabbed a bottle of mouth wash from the table and after swishing some around spit it out disgustedly into the trash basket. I put the cape back on and leaving the room went over to the bar where Rick was still sitting.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I will be soon." I told him as I handed him the fifty.

Rick reached into his pocket and handed me a gram bag. I quickly went back into my room and removing a compact put it on the table. Pouring the coke out I took a small razor blade from off the table and with my hands shaking slowly cut it into lines. Taking a five from my purse I rolled it up tightly and without hesitation sniffed up the first line. I closed my eyes as my nose burned but my body began to react to that oh so sweet tingle. I quickly did a second line. 

When I had first started a line would have me flying for a long time now however a bag was one hit for me. I looked at the remaining two lines and told myself to scrape it back into the bag. I would need more tonight and I needed to go home with money. Oh the hell with it I thought. The night was young and I would make plenty of money! Matter of fact I could already feel a hell of a show coming on. I smiled and did the last two lines in rapid succession. 

"Oh goddamn!!" I exclaimed as I threw my head back and reveled in the sensation of the coke racing through my veins.

Picking up the mirror I licked my finger and wiping up the last of the coke put it in my mouth and greedily sucked on it. I tossed the mirror down and looking at myself in the mirror said;

"Showtime Raven!" Laughing, I spun in a quick circle and as I came around threw my arms in the air and let out another loud laugh.

Leaving the room, I all but skipped down the hallway, and by the time I reached the bottom of the stairs I felt as if I were going to explode. As I was passing the DJ he yelled over to me.

"They have a birthday boy out there honey they're going to put him up for a dance." He winked and said; "If they offer go for it!"

"Oh they'll offer!" I called out.

I approached the back of the stage and saw Simone, a tall black girl wearing just a red thong walking off the stage.

"Hey stick around if you want to make a few extra dollars." I called out to her.

Simone looked over at me and smiling sat down at the back of the stage. I got to the bottom of the stairs that led up to the stage and awaited my cue. A moment later I heard the DJ call out that The Wolves Den was proud to present their newest and hottest dancer; the dark and beautiful Raven! Right after my name was called Motley Crue's Girls, Girls, Girls began blasting through the speakers. I stepped up onto the stage and after taking a quick strut around and eyeing the crowd turned towards the center of the stage, and taking a couple of running steps, threw myself onto the pole. Grabbing it, I spun myself easily around, kicking my legs up in the air and letting my head drop so that after one spin I was upside down.

Letting my legs hit the floor I stood up, and holding the pole with one hand, let myself lazily spin around it a couple of times. Spinning away from the pole I gyrated over to the side of the stage where a couple of kids were waving dollars at me. Putting my back to them I bent over backwards, putting my head in one of their laps, and allowing them to shove a couple of dollars down into my vest. Sitting up, I playfully shook my hair in their faces, before prancing away. Hitting the middle of the stage again I went into a wild spin throwing my head back and letting both my cape and my long hair fly about.

Reaching up I flipped the clasp of the cape so that it sailed off me and landed on one of the guys over to the right of me. 

"Over hear baby!" 

Looking over I saw two guys waving bills. I spun myself over that way, and putting my back, to them reached around and unzipped my skirt part way. Leaning back I shook my ass, and getting my meaning, one of the guys reached out, and grabbing the edges of the skirt, pulled it down as I shimmied back and forth helping him work it off my hips.

I stepped out of it and dropping to my knees slowly ground my hips in a circular motion in his face.

"Damn that's a hot ass!" The guy exclaimed as he slid a couple of dollars into my thong. 

Rolling over into a sitting position I smiled, and stretching my leg out, put it on his friends shoulder. The guy laughed and started to put a dollar into my thong. As he did I grabbed my thong at the crotch and held it. The guy looked at me then grinning dropped the one and pulled out a five. As he slipped it into the string at my hip I pulled my thong to the side showing him my smooth pink pussy.

"Oh damn." He whispered.

I pushed myself up on my elbows, shoving my pussy right up to his face, and pumped my hips a couple of times. I rolled over onto my hands and knees and very slowly crawled over to three college kids whose eyes were all but bugging out of their heads as I came over to them on all fours. When I reached the edge of the stage I rolled over onto my back on the ledge and stretched so that I was laid out in front of all three of them. I put my hands up over my head and started slowly thrusting my hips up and down. One of the kids leaned over and slid a dollar into my shirt. Before he could move away, I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down into a quick kiss.

He pulled his head back and turned beet red as his friends laughed at him. I stood up on the ledge in front of the other two, and once again grabbed at my thong. They each came up with a five and I pulled the thong to the side and stood there letting them take in my pussy at face level. Grabbing them each by their hair I took turns quickly shoving their faces between my legs. I spun away from them laughing at the looks on their faces. I felt absolutely electric! I could do this all night and who cared what these assholes thought? They were the ones pathetic enough to pay for it!

"Whoa!" The Dj yelled over the mic "Raven we have a birthday boy here who needs some attention. 

I turned around to see one of the bouncers putting a chair up on the stage. Two guys hopped up all but dragging a third, who could have barely been twenty up onto the stage. As I slowly approached, swinging my hips, and swaying to the music, which had turned into Ted Nugents Stranglehold, one of the guys held out a couple of twenties. From a standing position I put my foot up onto his shoulder getting a cheer from the crowd. I grabbed his hand, and put it up on my bare upper thigh. He caressed my thigh then slowly slid his hand down the length of my leg and slipped the twenties into the edge of my boot. The two hopped off the stage and leaning over the to the young guy in the chair I whispered;

"No worries baby just have fun."

Stepping back I spun, bringing my left leg up and around over his head. I immediately stepped forward so I was straddling his legs and sat in his lap. After wiggling around for a minute I let myself bend backwards until my hands touched the floor. I then swung my legs up so that they were up on his shoulders and my pussy inches from his face. Moving quickly I wrapped my legs around his head and pulled his face into my crotch as I started to wildly buck my hips. As I was in that position I saw Simone watching and called her name. Still dressed in just her red thong and heels, her large tits with their perfect chocolate colored nipples swaying, Simone slowly sauntered over to us. 

Leaning over me Simone, reached out, and slipping my thong to the side, slipped her fingers into my pussy inches from the guys face.

"Holy shit!" Someone called out and several bills landed around us.

With Simone still holding my thong to the side I shoved my pussy into the kids face and to the cheers of the guys ground it into his face. Before he could react Simone grabbed the back of his head and held it in place while the guys all laughed. I let out a startled yelp as I felt the guys tongue thrust into my pussy and there was another cheer. I stayed like that for a minute letting him get in a few licks that now that I was feeling better, admittedly felt pretty damn good. 

'Ohhh and I thought it was your birthday!" I called out to get them going

I dropped my legs to the floor, and reached up to Simone, who grabbing my hand, pulled me back into a sitting position on his lap.

As the music continued to blare, and I started grinding my hips in a circular motion, I could feel his cock pressing into me through his jeans. I s raised my arms over my head and stepping behind me Simone slowly, one at a time, began to undo the chains that held my vest together. When she got to the last one she hesitated and when more bills hit the stage she whipped the vest off of me. The guys cheered as I leaned forward and shoved my right tit into the guy's mouth. The cheers grew louder, as coming around to the side, Simone fastened her lips to my other nipple. I let out a moan and as I watched Simone's dark lips around my ivory tit felt myself getting wet.

I started grinding faster onto the guys lap and he began moaning around my nipple. I started bucking even harder and he began gasping. Simone stepped behind me, and taking my cue I leaned all the way back, holding myself up by holding onto his arms. Simone instantly swung one of her long dark legs over my head and stood there straddling my face. The guys instantly tossed money onto the stage, and a loud cheer went up as Simone pulled her thong to the side with one hand while spreading her pussy open. I immediately plunged my tongue into her hot pink pussy and after a couple of thrusts slid it up to swirl around her clit.

Simone moaned loudly and so did I as I took in the sweet taste and musky scent. The guy was grinding his hips into mine and I could hear him moaning. Someone in the audience started calling for me to get him off and several others began to clap. Sitting up quickly I glanced over at the DJ who looked over at Bill who ran the floor. Bill looked around the room then held up all the fingers of both hands.

"A hundred!" the dj called out.

A rain of bills hit the stage and I looked down to see several tens, and nodding at Simone, I stood up. Quickly reaching down, Simone, with a practiced ease, unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. I reached into the edge of my boot, and removing a condom, passed it to Simone. Slipping it out of the wrapper, Simone popped it in her mouth, and sticking her head between my legs slipped it over the guys cock. As Simone bobbed her head several times I shoved my tit into the guys mouth and as she continued to suck I saw his eyes roll back into his head. He was already almost there. Easy money.

Simone pulled her head away and held his cock up for me. I hesitated for a moment then after wiggling my hips teasingly, dropped down impaling myself on his cock. I let out a loud exaggerated moan and the guys all cheered wildly. I pulled my legs up so that I was kneeling on his legs and began bouncing up and down as hard as I could. The guy was gasping and moaning and I could already feel him getting close. Simone reached around and started playing with my nipples. I slowed up a little to let the guy enjoy his money a little bit more and admittedly to allow Simone's long red fingernails more time to tease my now very sensitive nipples. Simone gave them a light pinch and I let out a yelp that got another loud reaction from the crowd. I lifted myself all the way off of his cock and lowering myself stopped about halfway down. 




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 31



Taking her cue Simone reached down and grabbing his cock started to jerk him off with one hand while rubbing his balls. He let out a loud gasp and after Simone removed her hand I started slamming myself up and down on him as hard as I could. With a loud cry, that got a huge laugh from some of the guys, I felt the guy start to cum. I continued to fuck him as he gasped and moaned, and then began gently grinding back and forth on his lap until after on last gasp he asked me to stop.

Leaning forward I gave him a kiss.

"Happy birthday baby." I whispered in his ear.

I eased myself off of him, and after taking a bow, Simone and I picked up all of the money and left the stage to a standing ovation.

"Damn" Simone said laughing. "What did that take one we started five minutes?"

"Longer than the creep I was with earlier." I said as I started to count the money already noticing that I had enough for another visit to Rick. I turned as I heard Billy behind us.

"Twenty five from each of you for the house." 

I rolled my eyes and handed him fifty dollars. Simone took fifty which left me with a close to a hundred and fifty. Before she walked away Simone smiled and asked if I wanted to come by her place later and play. I told her sure why not? The club had been turning me off to men in general and I had been enjoying the company of women quite often these days. I went back onto the stage to grab my clothes, then after getting dressed immediately went to find Rick and get another gram. All that dancing had burned off a lot of my rush and it was going to be such a good night I wouldn't have to worry about the money.

Three hours later the night wasn't so good. There was a decent crowd but no one was spending. I'd spent the hundred and fifty with Rick and now only had about twenty five on me. Worse than that was I had already crashed again making me wonder how good the stuff Jack was selling these days really was. There was only three hours left to my shift and I needed to get the damn rent money. I heard my name called to go up on one of the small stages in the other room and I quickly went over there hoping that maybe I could get enough money to get through the night.

There were only a few people around the stage and they seemed barely interested as I slowly stripped to an old slow dance mix. I worked one side of the stage which was all college kids and got a few dollars. I strutted over to the other side where there were three guys in suits and felt my hopes rise. They looked like they were the type to pay for some fun. I sat down in front of one who was holding out a ten and after putting my legs on his shoulders showed him my pussy.

"Very nice." He said smiling.

"Yeah baby?" I asked." You like my pretty little pussy."

"I do." He nodded.

"Yeah well this pretty little pussy could be all yours baby." I told him.

"Oh yeah?"

"That's right baby, just me and you upstairs you can have this pussy all to yourself."

"And everything that the guys before me had too I'll bet." The guy said smirking. "Sorry hon I'm not one for sloppy seconds."

As he and his friends laughed I turned away so they couldn't see me blush and walked off the stage. I picked up my clothes, and after slipping them back on in the bathroom, sat in the stall and cried. Not just over that remark but I couldn't believe I had fucked a guy on stage like that. Everything just seemed so right when I was feeling good. Afterwards though... I stood up and after wiping at my eyes, went back out onto the floor. I was getting ready to go work one of the rooms when Janice, another dancer who was the acting hostess tonight, came over to me.

"Hey Megan. I have one for you!"

"Where?" I asked looking around.

"He's up in your room."

"My room?"

"Yeah he asked for you by name and bought his ticket. Said you looked hot and he couldn't wait."

"Well that's great Janice but I like to at least see them." Even as I said that I thought; who are you kidding you slut you're desperate.

"Trust me Megan, I have no idea why this guy is here because I doubt he'd ever have to pay for it."

"Yeah?"

"Shit Megan, if I wasn't working the damn door I'd have hopped him myself. He looks like women should pay him."

"Okay." I said and started to head upstairs.

I was already playing the game of; I could get one more hit then try to get the rent money when I heard a commotion near the front. I turned and felt my stomach twist. Jack Wolf had come in and had at least eight of the Devils own with him. None of the girls liked to see them coming. More often than not they would fuck the girls and leave without paying. Jack would usually make good for them but not all the time. The worse thing was that they were at times extremely rough and a couple of times more than one of them would fuck the same girl pushing them into threesomes and once made a girl run a train. 

The bouncers were afraid of them and did nothing. Most of the bouncers were like Rick, just big guys who could throw some weight around but these guys were dangerous, most of them ex cons and the type to fight at the drop of a hat. I let out a long shuddering breath and started to head upstairs. Normally they were only here on the weekends, which was why I only did weeknights the money was better on the weekends but I would not chance these guys. I obviously had gotten over a lot of my sex hang-ups but I was either stoned or in control. The thought of being taken by one of those animals made me shake. I would take care of the guy waiting for me and maybe lay low. Screw the rent I was not about to get gang banged.

I had just made the stairs when I heard my name called. I turned and froze like a dear in headlights as I saw Jack Wolf coming over to me with one of his guys. I stood there as they approached hoping I didn't look nervous.

"Hey Hawk," Wolf was saying to the other guy. "This is Raven, the girl I told you about." 

Wolf was in his sixties but still a big ruggedly built guy with studs in both ears and a long grey pony tail. Wolf had been in gangs since he was a teenager and was one of the most feared dealers in the state. Mark had once told me that Wolf and Mitch had ridden together years ago and that Wolf was a crazy bastard even by biker standards. Several years ago Wolf had approached Mark about being his head bouncer and my brother had declined because of the drugs. Wolf had hired Keith instead. Wolf made a fortune at the club because he himself did no drugs of any kind and didn't even sleep with any of the girls the club was pure business to him. His cronies on the other hand...

The man with Wolf was shorter and looked to be in his forties. He was broad shouldered and dirty looking. That last thought was confirmed, when I could smell him before he reached me. 

"Shit Jack she is hot!" Hawk smiled at me and I saw he was missing a couple of teeth. "Hey honey Jack said you and me are going to have some fun!"

"Ummm... well yeah sure." I said already feeling my legs start to tremble.

"There you go Raven!" Wolf said. "That's what I want to hear." He smiled. "Now you guys go and..."

"Um I have somebody waiting." I said quickly.

"Well screw that!" Hawk snapped. "She's mine."

Oh god I thought, but Wolf answered;

"Calm down, business is business if she has someone then she'll take care of that first." He put his hand on Hawk's shoulder. "Besides those guys get fucking quickies Raven is going to really take good care of you aren't you baby?"

"I..." 

As I started to speak Wolf reached out and held a white packet in front of me. Shit, that had to be at least three grams!

"Gonna show Hawk why you're my best girl right Raven?"

"Of course. Mr. Wolf." I said taking the packet with trembling fingers. 

Damn there was enough here to make me completely numb. Still what if it turned into more than just Hawk? The girl they ran a train on had been given a hundred dollars and an eight ball but six guys had fucked her so hard she didn't come back to work for a week. Maybe I could slip out the back. Take the coke and screw stay with Mark. No they would find me and even my brother couldn't handle these guys.

"Well go take care of your customer and hurry back." Wolf said.

I nodded and started to turn, but catching me by the arm Wolf said.

"Hey Raven turn around."

I nervously did as he said. Wolf moved my cape to the side and I felt his finger touch the Baphomet tattoo I had on the small of my back.

"See why I like her Hawk?"

"There you go she's one of us!" Hawk laughed as he tapped the emblem stitched into his vest. The emblem was a small Baphomet with Devils Own over it. "Hey Wolf does that mean we can initiate her?"

Wolf laughed then sent a chill down my spine as he said;

"I don't think so Hawk I need her to be able to use her pussy, can't get her all stretched out now can we?"

I turned and hurriedly walked away from them. I went upstairs wondering what the hell I could do. There was no way out of the second floor. Wolf had nailed the windows shut and removed the fire escape so no one could slip out with drugs or money. I entered the bathroom and going back into the stall opened the packet and pouring a little out snorted it right off the edge of my hand. As I sat there letting the drug take hold I figured I would take care of whoever was waiting then maybe try to slip out unnoticed. Looking down I poured a little more into my hand and snorted. I gasped as I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I sat there on the toilet taking deep breaths while my heart slowed down, and finally sealing the bag, and slipping it into the top of my boot, left the bathroom and went down to my room which had the bulb lit over it. 

Taking a deep breath, I walked in to find the small light on the table turned towards the wall leaving half the room in darkness. Standing in front of the couch, his back to me stood a well dressed man wearing a wine colored dress shirt and black slacks,. High end for this place I thought. The figure was standing in the shadows and had not turned around yet. Closing the door behind me I said softly;

"Hey baby I'm Raven. I heard you were looking for me."

"Oh I've been looking for you alright!" An all too familiar voice said.

"Mark." I said softly.

"In the flesh." My brother said turning around to face me and stepping out of the shadows. "Why hello there Raven!" he exclaimed.

As Mark stepped up to me I couldn't help but notice the difference between us. My brother had never looked better. Mark's thick black hair was gelled and brushed back and he was deeply tanned. Mark was clean shaven which he was most of the time these days showing off his smooth flawless features. The shirt he was wearing was an Armani and had probably cost him close to a hundred dollars and I had no doubt that the black slacks he was wearing were just as expensive. When Mark stopped just in front of me he raised his hands in a here I am gesture and I noticed he was wearing the black Movado watch Alex had given him for his PC graduation. 

More than his looks and dress however, was the aura of confidence that emanated from him. Standing in front of me, my brother screamed success, and here I was strung out in the back room of the sleaziest strip club in town. Mark reached out, and taking my chin in his hand, tilted my face up to look into his.

"What no kiss hello for your little brother?" he smirked. "Or do I have to pay for that?"

As Mark spoke I caught the smell of Jack Daniels and looking into his beautiful golden green eyes saw that they were glazed over. My brother was drunk.

"What the hell are you doing here Mark?" I asked.

I tried to back away but the room was small and I felt my ass hit the makeup table.

"Me?" Mark asked his eyes widening. "I think the question is what the fuck are you doing here?"

"You're drunk Mark." I said as calmly as possible.

If it hadn't been for the coke, Mark catching me here would have had me in tears immediately, as it was I felt totally humiliated but couldn't let him stay here. Keith was out there somewhere. I let out a surprised yelp as reaching out quickly Mark grabbed my chin again and held it as he stared into my eyes.

"And you're fucking high." He snorted disgustedly and roughly shoved my face away from his.

Turning away from me, Mark looked around, and shaking his head began to speak;

"What am I doing here? Know why I'm here? Because a little birdie told me my sister was whoring herself at a strip club!"

"Mark you have..."

"Shut up Megan!" Mark snapped.

As he spoke Mark turned to look at me and I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach as I saw that his eyes had grown noticeably darker.

"Guess who that birdie was sis?"

Before I could answer Mark laughed harshly and started speaking again;

"It was fucking Alex! A few nights ago a couple of his high rollers said they wanted some fun, but wanted to go slumming." Mark extended his hands "Can't get skankier than Wolves Den right?"

"Well Alex brings them here and they're watching some girl and Alex gets up to get drinks and lo and behold who does he see dancing on the next stage?"

Mark shook his head disgustedly.

"Not just dancing but down to the thong and grinding on some guy old enough to be your fucking father! So Alex has the decency to be embarrassed for you and goes and gets his guys to leave so that you wouldn't see him and get freaked out."

Mark stopped and with a sigh rubbed at his eyes.

"More than that he got them out of there before you got to the stage because one of the guys was waiting to see if there were any goth girls in the club."

"Mark I...I'm sorry it's..."

"Sorry. Do you have any idea how fucking humiliating that was Megan? For Alex of all people to see you here?"

"Oh poor you!" I snapped angrily. "Oh God forbid your stuck up friend finds out about your big sister. God forbid he finds out about your dirty little secret! So sorry you're ashamed of me!"

"You should be ashamed of yourself!" Mark snapped back. "What the fuck is wrong with you Megan? Why are you here?"

"Because I need to live Mark I need to pay rent and ..."

"Oh bullshit! You need fucking drugs is what you need! Tommy going straight was the worst thing that could happen to you, no more free rides." Mark tossed his hands up in the air. "Now you charge for rides to get your fix!"

"I mean Megan you're not just fucking stripping your fucking..." he stopped and the anger seemed to leave his face and I saw pain in his eyes. "You're selling yourself Megan, your... hooking."

I put my head down and despite my prior rush could feel the tears building.

"You think I like it Mark?" I asked softly. "Think I like being with these guys? I just I need what I need."

"You need help Megan," Mark said quietly.

Stepping forward he put his hands on my shoulders.

"All you need to do is stop sis. Tommy was letting you live there with him. You didn't need money. I've told you to come stay with me. Hell sis there's a really good clinic at Miriam! Alex knows someone on the board you can get in for free I..."

"It's not that easy Mark!" I said pulling away from him. "They can help with the coke they can help with the booze but if I don't have those I... I feel..." I closed my eyes and said;

"They can't take away the pain, all the pain I've caused, all the things I've been though the nightmares they can't stop it Mark!" I looked up at him. "But when I'm high it's all okay and ..."

"And when you're not?" 

"That's why I need to have it Mark. I can't stop I..."

"Bullshit!!" Mark snarled at me suddenly. "You can stop Megan you can! You have people who will help! You just don't fucking want to!" He gestured at the room. "You like this sis? Is that it? Maybe you get off on being a sleazy fucking whore that's what it seems like. So is that it Megan? You like people calling you easy bake?"

"Don't call me that!" I snapped and without realizing I was going to do it I swung at his face.

Mark caught my hand in his and pushed it away.

"Then don't fucking act like it! Christ Megan you know the shit I hear about you? You know what that does to me?"

"Back to poor you." I hissed angrily at him. "Poor hotshot Mark has a skeleton in his closet. His slutty cokehead sister is a royal fuck up just to make him look bad in front of his rich friends."

"I am not..."

"Not what Mark?" I asked pointing my finger into his chest. "Not a snob? Look in the mirror little brother, Christ you even dress like Alex. And as for hooking, how much do those snotty bitches slip you after you fuck them Mark?"

"That's..."

"Different Mark? Why because it's in a nice hotel room instead of a nasty couch? Got news for you Mark, know why they fuck you?" I smirked at him. "Because they like to go slumming little brother, those high class bitches want to tell their friends they fucked a dirty little street rat!"

"I am not a..."

"No Mark?" I asked. "To them you are. So do you dress pretty for them Mark? Or do they like you in jeans and a tank top so all your bad boy tats are showing? Bet they love you fucking them from behind don't they, love getting it real good from some young punk who thinks they actually want him because he's smart and knows how to dress. You're as big a whore as I am."

Mark looked away from me as I pressed on;

"Know what your problem is Mark? Standing here in your expensive shirt and that fucking fancy watch? You think you're better than me Mark. You and I used to share the same pain and said we would always be there for each other, but your too good for me now aren't you?" I made a disgusted sound.

"You'd rather pretend life never happened." I shook my head. You little brother, have forgotten where you came from."

"Fuck you Megan!!" Mark yelled, and getting right up to my face began to talk in a low voice.

"I forgot where I came from? No Megan that's you! Know what Megan, did you go through hell with Frank? Of course you did and I feel for you sis! It breaks my heart you were hurt like that but how long was it sis? Two years?"

Stepping back pointed his finger in my face.

"By eleven you were in a nice house in a nice bed with clothes and toys and two people who tucked you in and said they loved you! You had a mom and dad!" Mark shook his head and as he continued his voice started to break with emotion;

"Know what I was getting at eleven? Beaten every day. At twelve? Same thing! Five fucking years Megan! Know what I had for clothes? Whatever Max's wife could get from the Salvation Army, know what I had for toys? Whatever the kids next door threw away! Know what I ate? Half the time nothing!"

"And that's why I dress like this, because I can! That's why I have nice things! Because I can and I will never go back to that again! I'm not better than you but I am proud of what I have because it's mine!" 

Mark stopped speaking and stood there with his chest heaving. I stepped towards him and went to put my hands on his shoulders to calm him down. I was upset I had gotten him upset but also needed him to stay quiet I couldn't have anyone coming in here. As I approached him Mark looked up at me and I gave him a small smile and said softly;

"It's okay Mark I'm sorry I didn't mean to..."

I stopped in mid sentence as Mark's expression hardened and his eyes went black. As I watched, my stomach twisting I saw Mark cock his head slightly to the side.

"Oh my god Mark," I said. "You're not taking your pills are you?"

"What do you fucking care?" Mark snapped. "You're the one who forgot about me sis. You're the one that doesn't call me and hides from me. You're the one who doesn't let me in! So don't act like you give a fuck about anything but your next hit!"

"Mark please calm down. Where are your pills? You need..."

"You're fucking weak Megan!" Mark snapped. "Doug and Denise saved you gave you everything and you can't handle it! Think you are the only tragic fucking tale out there? No you're not but you're the only one I know that uses it as an excuse to be a drugged up, burnt out fucking whore!"




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 31



"Mark please stop yelling! If the bouncers come in they..."

"They'll nothing!" Mark snapped. "They're scared shitless of me!"

Mark suddenly took a deep breath, and after letting it out, gave me that nasty smirk that several years ago I had learned was not entirely his.

"Well you know the old expression, if it walks, talks and quacks like a duck it must be a fucking duck right?"

Drunk and off his medication. How the hell was I going to get him out of here? Mark was a fight waiting to happen in this state, and in this club he could get in a lot of trouble. I suddenly remembered Hawk down there waiting for me. As my mind spun I stalled asking;

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Why you of course." Mark said smiling pleasantly as if he were suddenly happy about something.

"Umm, yeah okay Mark. Listen you're right and I need to get my shit together. Why don't you go and I'll call you when I get off in a couple of hours and we'll go back to your place and talk about me getting help and you talking your pills okay?"

"Nope," Mark said shaking his head. "I'm not going anywhere until I get what I paid for."

As he said that Mark began to unbutton his shirt.

"What are you..." I asked.

"I paid twenty five dollars to come up here and get laid by Raven, the hottest little slut in the club!"

"No Mark, no." I said putting my hands up.

"Hey look Raven I know how it works." Mark finished unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off tossed it onto the chair next to me. "I know I have to pay you."

Reaching into his pocket Mark removed a wad of cash.

"So what is it, like a hundred?"

"Mark, we are not having sex here." I said trying to sound strong.

Mark frowned;

"Jeez what's the matter Raven am I not your type? The snotty rich women like what they see." 

Mark spread his arms wide and I stared at his well muscled chest and chiseled stomach. As Mark brought his arms down he gave them a playful flex causing his biceps to bulge underneath his enormous tattoos.

"Mark you have to go."

"Not until I get what I paid for." Mark said stepping towards me.

I took a step back and Mark smiled coldly.

"Going to ring the bell sis? Go ahead; don't think I know who works here?" He reached out past me and touched the chain. "Maybe I'll ring it."

"Little brother..."

"I'll ring it and tell the bouncer that Raven is not doing her job."

"Mark please."

"Do your fucking job whore!" 

Reaching out Mark grabbed the sides of my vest and with a savage yank tore it open sending the chains flying. I stepped away from him and tried to put my hands over my tits. I cried out as Mark swung his hands down and out, slapping my arms away.

"Oh what? You can show all those assholes your pretty little tits but your brother can't see them?"

I took a quick step to the side to put a little room between us. I was only dressed in the thong and boots and with a feeling of sadness realized that, for the first time, I was ashamed to be naked in front of my brother. I felt my knees hit the back of the couch and in an instant a series of images flooded my mind; visions of me on that couch, bent over, on my back, or on top of different men fucking them, sucking them. Feeling my eyes fill up with tears I put my hands up to Mark who had just undone his belt and slipped it out of his pants.

"Please Mark not here. Please."

"Oh? Would you rather fuck me on stage?" Mark grinned and snapped his fingers. "Hey how much would they pay to see a live incest show?"

Faster than I could react to, Mark's hands flew out and grabbing the barbells in my nipples gave them a hard twist. I cried out and Mark smiled;

"Damn I love these things!"

Letting go of the barbells Mark started to fondle my tits.

"Hmm tell you what Raven most of the girls out there are bigger but yours really are perfect."

I felt tears begin to flow down my cheeks and whispered;

"Oh Mark please don't make me do this here. Not with you, please."

Mark continued to play with my tits going back to the barbells but twisting them gently this time. I stood there with my hands by my side and turned my head so I couldn't see myself in the mirror.

"So do I get to suck on them Raven? I forget how this works I usually don't go with whores."

"Oh baby please no..." This time I sobbed and Mark looked up at my face,

Leaning forward he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me into his chest.

"It's okay sis." Mark said softly. "See I understand how it is. You have to do this. You need money so no worries I'm not looking for a family discount, I'll just pay like everybody else."

I sobbed into Mark's ear and pulling away from me he continued speaking;

"But that means I get to treat you like everyone else does."

With a sudden shove Mark pushed me down onto the couch, before I could move his hand blurred past my face and caught a handful of my hair. Holding it so tightly it hurt Mark unzipped his pants with his other hand and pulled out his cock. Mark was rock hard and stepping forward he whipped his cock across my face hard enough to make a slapping sound.

"Let's go Raven, it's time to do what you do best!"

"No!" I pleaded and trying to push against his stomach.

"What's the matter Raven your mouth tired? You suck too many tonight? Hey, always room for one more right?"

Mark slapped my hand away and grabbing my nipple twisted the barbell hard enough to make me cry out. As soon as my mouth opened Mark thrust his hips and shoved his cock into my mouth. I tried to pull back but Mark was still holding my hair and shoved me forward forcing me to take more of his huge cock down my throat. I held Mark's cock there unmoving tears of humiliation streaming down my cheeks.

"See I wasn't going to let you blow me, but I saw the mouthwash so I figured you were a clean little whore so why not?"

I sobbed around Mark's cock and looked up at him with tear filled eyes.

"Oh for Christ's sake it's not that bad just treat me like any other John and suck me off."

I remained still and Mark gave my nipple another savage twist.

"I said do your fucking job! Do what you said you have to do slut!"

Stifling another sob I started bobbing my head up and down my brother's huge dick. Closing my eyes, I tried to see my forest but couldn't envision anything other than sitting on the sweat soaked cum stained couch while I blew my brother who was treating me like the whore that I was. I started taking Mark deeper into my mouth but was still sucking slowly hoping that maybe if he saw how upset I was that maybe he would snap out of it.

"Oh for Christ's sake!" Mark snapped. "Show some pride in your work."

Grabbing my head with both hands Mark started slamming his cock in and out of my mouth. I gasped and opened wide trying not to gag as my throat was force fed over ten inches of hard dripping cock. Reaching down I grabbed his balls and started rubbing them hoping that maybe in his excited state I could get him off quick and calm him down.

"There you go Raven!" Mark whispered. "You show me why your Jack's best girl!"

I opened wider and tilted my head back slightly so that Mark couldn't go as deeply.

"Not very nice Raven." 

Stepping back, Mark let go of my hair and reaching down, grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs out. I yelped in pain as I fell off the couch and landed hard on my ass. Mark immediately forced his cock into my mouth again and started fucking my face even harder than before. At this point I gave in, and putting my hands on his hips, started moving my head back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts.

"Ohhh there you go," Mark moaned softly. "That guy out there was right; you do have the hottest mouth in the club!"

Ignoring him as best I could I started sucking even harder and once again grabbed and massaged his balls. As Mark fucked my mouth I thought of what was waiting for me after this. Hawk, he might be even rougher than this and what if he wanted to fuck me in... I desperately pushed that terrifying thought out of my mind and focused on sucking my brother's throbbing cock. Mark was breathing harder and I hoped to hell he would cum soon. Once he came he was always better. Suddenly Mark stepped back his cock popping out of my mouth with a wet slurping sound.

"As good as that felt I know I only get to cum once and I can't leave without getting a piece of that hot little pussy that you've been flashing out there now can I?" 

Looking up at him with tears and make up running down my face I forced myself too say;

"W...whatever you want b...baby."

"That's what I want to hear!" Mark exclaimed.

Reaching down, he grabbed my arms and hauled me up to my feet. Still holding my arms he dipped his head and started sucking on my left nipple. I wrapped my arm around his neck holding his face to it and let out a moan that I hoped sounded real. I made the mistake of looking up and seeing our reflection and quickly closed my eyes again. Mark took his hands from my shoulders. His left found my other nipple and his right slid down my stomach and into my thong where he pushed two fingers into my pussy.

"Hmm still tight." Mark muttered around my nipple. "I'm surprised with all the use it's been getting."

I held back another sob and concentrated on Mark's tongue and fingers; trying to will it to feel good. I reached down, and grabbing Mark's thick cock started to pump it. Mark moaned around my nipple and I sped my hand up. Mark's thumb found my clit and the soft moan that escaped me was a real one. Mark rotated his thumb in slow circles and I started to rock my hips into his hand. It was just my brother, I told myself it didn't matter where we were I could be okay with him I...

Mark removed his fingers and standing up, grabbed me by my shoulders spinning me around to face the couch. Giving me a shove in the back Mark forced me to bend over. I found myself facing down and quickly turned my head from the large stain that was right in front of me. Mark pulled my thong to the side and put the tip of his cock against my pussy.

"Sorry I'm not taking my pants off but I wanted to be like everyone else." He paused as he rubbed the head of his cock through the wet lips of my pussy.

"But if it's okay with you I am not going to wear a rubber, after all being your brother should get me some special treatment."

I yelped as Mark slammed his cock deep into my pussy, and with no hesitation, started fucking the shit out of me. I winced as Mark's huge dick tore into my pussy. I had been with more men than I wished to count at this point but had never had another cock as big as my brothers. I cried out as Mark reared back, removing his cock completely from my pussy, then slamming it back in, using all the power in his hips. My head almost hit the wall as I rocked forward and grabbing the couch I dug my fingers in and bit down on my lip so I wouldn't cry out as loudly as my brother continued to assault my pussy.

"Tell you what Raven." Mark gasped out as he thrust in and out of me. "This is the good thing about having a big dick; even a used up whore like you feels tight!"

"Oh, Please Mark" I moaned, "I..."

"Course you'll have to apologize to the next guy for me for stretching you out!"

Mark reached around my waist, and finding my clit with his thumb, started playing with it as he slammed the shit out of me. I groaned as he pinched my swollen clit between his fingers and began twisting it back and forth.

"Yeah I figure the guys never do anything for you so I thought maybe I'd let you cum."

I let out sound of mixed pain and pleasure as his fingers felt great on my clit but his cock was hurting me. 

"Yeah like that Raven?" Mark asked. "You going to cum, you little slut?"

"Y...Yes I oh!" I yipped as Mark pinched my clit harder.

"That's right you are going to cum. You are going to cum for your brother right here in the club that you sell yourself at!"

I started to try to say something but Mark's hand grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face into the dirty couch. This pushed my ass up higher and I yelped into the disgusting couch as Mark's cock plunged in even deeper. I gasped for breath as Mark held my head and continued pounding into my sore pussy. Mark's fingers however had also sped up and I found myself trying to wiggle my hips into his hand.

"Yeah you love it don't you? Going to cum nice and hard on that couch where you've had all those fucking John's, where you sucked their fucking cocks and let them fuck you. You don't have to do this whore; you do it because you love it!"

I let out a cross between a sob and a moan as despite the tears Mark's words were causing his talented fingers were perfectly playing my clit. Mark wanted me to cum while he humiliated and the pathetic fact was I couldn't fight it if I wanted too. Even as my face was being ground into a large dried sweat stain and my brother was verbally abusing me I could feel my thighs starting to tremble. I let out another scream into the couch as Mark gave my ass a hard slap and pinched my clit even harder.

"Oh you love that don't you pig?" Mark sneered. "Well I want to hear you love it!"

I held back a scream, as grabbing my hair; Mark pulled me up off the bed so that I was in a leaning position. Mark let go of my hair, and placing his hand over my left tit, held me up as he fucked me.

"Oh god!!" I yelped as he leaned back and started driving himself in even deeper as he plowed into me.

"Go ahead and say it!" Mark hissed in my ear. "Tell me what a fucking whore you are!"

"N...no" I gasped.

"Fine." Mark said and started to remove his fingers from my clit.

"No please!" I gasped, grabbing his wrist and trying to make him move his fingers; I was so close.

"Then fucking say it!" Mark snarled.

"I...I'm a fucking whore!" I moaned out. "I'm a dirty little whore! I...I let them pay me! I... Ohhhh!"

Mark's fingers had gone back to my clit and as they rubbed in hard fast circles he grabbed the barbell and twisted it roughly. I lifted my head and let out a long shuddering moan as I felt the orgasm beginning to flow through me. At that moment Mark shoved me forward into the couch again. Mark's fingers stayed on my clit pushing me over the edge as he resumed his tearing into my convulsing pussy.

"Oh yeah Raven you scream right into that nasty fucking stain! You remember who it's from whore? Was it a blow, a fuck?"

I let out a long wail of pleasure that ended in a sob as both my body and my emotions fought against each other. 

"First time you came though isn't it?" Mark breathed out. "Poor Raven getting all sticky and never getting off. Less of course you play with yourself after you're done!"

I cried out again as Mark gave my clit one more twist and my hips ground wildly as if of their own will against his plunging cock. As the last of the forced orgasm flowed through me my moans turned to whimpers as the tears took over. I let myself go and just let Mark fuck me. I had another image of the pounding that awaited me downstairs and sobbed again. As bad as I felt a part of my mind was already thinking about the packet in my boot it would be enough to maybe...my thoughts were cut off by Mark somehow managing to fuck me even harder. I wailed into the couch, and then sobbed again, but this time in relief as I heard Mark let out that tell tale whimper, that any other time I found adorable, that told me he was going to finally cum.

After two more brutal pumps Mark yanked his cock from my pussy, and grabbing my hair, yanked me down onto the floor. I had expected this and turning my head, opened my mouth to receive my brother's cum. Instead, as he held my hair tightly in his fist, Mark pumped his cock with his left hand and came onto the couch. I watched as Mark released several huge spurts of cum, and as he pumped his fist one more time, it dawned on me what he was going to do.

"No please! I... ugh!" I gurgled as Mark shoved my face into the couch, and using my hair as a handle, smeared it into his hot sticky cum.

"There you go. That's a good little pig."

Mark held my face into the couch for a few more seconds until I stopped struggling and just let him rub my face into it. 

"Just like a dog's nose in shit." Mark said, finally releasing my head.

I slumped down into a sitting position on the floor and started crying. Through my tears I saw Mark casually pull up his pants and zip them. Looking down at me he said;

"Oh knock it off were done. Oh wait a minute!" Mark snapped his fingers. "I forgot, let's make it official!"

Mark reached into his pocket, and taking out a hundred dollar bill, crumpled it up and threw it at me. The bill hit me in face and fell onto the floor.

"Thanks for the ride baby." Mark said in an eerily perfect imitation of my exaggerated smoky voice. "I'll be sure to tell all the guys you're the best."

I put my head into my hands and began to sob. When I looked up a minute later Mark already had his shirt and belt back on and was looking down at me. Shaking his head disgustedly he whispered;

"You could have had it all Megan, now look at you, sitting on the floor of a whorehouse, balling with cum all over your face." He snorted. "Pathetic."

"Mark..." I whimpered extending my hand out to him.

"Call me if you ever get your shit together." Mark said coldly. "Meantime go see the bartender for some blow it'll make it all better."

Turning, Mark headed for the door. I let out a noise that could only be described as a whine and as Mark reached for the door knob cried out;

"Oh Mark he's going to hurt me!!"

Mark stopped with his hand on the door, and as he paused I began sobbing uncontrollably, and trying to speak through it.

"Mark, he.. he's ... going to be rough with me and t-there might be more, and oh god Mark they hurt the other girls and they want me!!!"

I couldn't stop crying and I let out a pain wracked wail as I saw Mark put his hand on the door knob. At the sound of my cry I saw Mark's shoulders slump and he leaned his head against the wall. As I brought my sobs under control somewhat I heard him say softly;

"Leave her alone."

Mark straightened up and it looked as if he were going to turn the knob then dropping his hand he whispered;

"She's my sister."

Mark rubbed at his temple then taking a step towards me asked;

"Who's going to hurt you Megan? There's bouncers here, Wolf won't let his girls get hurt they make him money."

"It's one of his guys Mark!" I whimpered. "W...Wolf told him he could have me! Oh Mark they do whatever they want! The bouncers won't stop them." I lost the battle and started sobbing again; "Mark they gangbanged a girl last week! Made her take all of them! Oh little brother! You know I... oh they're going to rape me!" 

I began balling again and after a moment of hesitation Mark got down on the floor and grabbed me by the shoulders.

"Meg, no one is going to hurt you."

"But..."

"Listen to me. I worked in places like this. What we are going to do is you are going to get dressed and we are going to walk out of here. Any one says anything you say you quit. You no longer work here and if that guy sees you and tries to do anything it would be assault."

"T..they... don't care!" 

Reaching up to the table Mark grabbed the box of tissues and taking a couple began to gently dab at my face.

"But Wolf does sis. He's a business man. All that is here is prostitution and drugs. He is not going to risk the cops over his guy needing to get laid they will find another girl."

"He has people at the station he gets tipped off."

Mark frowned at me then simply said.

"Megan clean up and get dressed I will walk you out of here plain and simple. Just say you quit and we go from there. I know Rick and Bob from babyhead they'll let us walk."

I paused and dropping the tissues picked up my cape and used it to wipe off my face as best I could.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 31



"What about Keith?" I asked as I started to stand up.

Mark helped me to my feet and shrugged;

"I can handle Keith if I have to, just get moving Megan and when we are out there you walk and don't stop until were out the damn door. I nodded dumbly and going over to the locker quickly tossed on my skirt and tank top. I reached down and started to unzip the boots.

"Just leave them on Megan I..." Mark stopped and looked down.

My eyes followed his and I saw the packet of coke on the floor. I stared at it and bit my lip. Oh how I wanted to pick it up.

"Leave it Megan." Mark said as he bent over and picked up the hundred dollar bill. "Or I'll leave you here with it."

"Okay." I said tearing my eyes away from the packet.

I looked at the open locker and remembering mom's locket started to reach for it. I then stopped and looked back down at the coke. Turning away from the locker, I started to walk by Mark towards the door. Mark stopped me, and putting his arms around me, hugged me.

"I'm sorry sis," He whispered. "I'm not... I haven't been taking the pills. I don't like how they make me feel and I miss you Megan. I need you to try for me sis please."

I hugged him back and nodded into his neck.

"Okay we'll go back to your place and we'll try to help each other."

Mark let me go and opening the door walked out in front of me. I took a deep breath and followed him out. A door opened to our left and a tall black man came out followed by Simone. She looked at me then stopped and stared at Mark.

"Hey sexy" She whispered.

"Hey yourself sweetie." Mark said, and rolling my eyes I pushed him in the back.

"You know honey, Raven may have just rocked you but I bet you could use some chocolate for dessert."

"Simone this is my brother." I said quickly. "He came to pick me up."

"Wow your parents made some pretty kids." Simone said smiling and angling her large tits towards Mark.

"That they did." Mark said. "And I have been known to have a sweet tooth."

"Let's go Romeo, I'll give her your number." I said shoving him again.

Mark gave Simone a long look up and down which she returned and then started walking. I could feel my stomach tying into knots. When Mark was off his meds, and hearing things, his behavior was erratic at best and he was hard to control. The corridor was deserted except for Simone and as we entered the main room, there were a few people milling around. I sighed with relief as the only bouncer I saw was Rick. We started to walk past when Rick looked over at us.

"Mark?"

Mark turned and gave a quick wave and made to keep walking.

"Hey man you don't say hi?" Rick asked walking towards us.

"I'm leaving Rick I have to go." I told him.

"Oh." Rick said. "You tell Billy?"

"She's quitting." Mark said simply. "Meaning she tells no one she is leaving. Problem Rick?"

"Umm hell no." Rick said. After quickly looking around he said softly. "One of those goons is looking for you Megan better screw quick."

"Then stop talking." Mark said and pulled me away from him.

We had taken a couple of steps and putting my hand to my bare throat I said;

"Mark, I have to go back I left the charm mom gave me back there."

Mark rolled his eyes.

"Meg, were clear screw it. Or get Rick to get it later."

"I can't leave it here Mark!" I started towards the room when Mark stopped me.

"Nice try sis. Get the locket and grab the coke." He shook his head and grabbing my wrist pulled me over to Rick.

"Watch her."

Without another word Mark strode back done the corridor.

"Your brother has some balls coming here Megan." Rick said. "Keith fucking hates him." He paused and asked; "What the hell is he doing here?"

"Saving my pathetic ass." I said softly, and outsmarting me as usual I added to myself.

"There you are!"

"Oh shit." Rick said.

Feeling as if my blood was beginning to freeze in my veins I turned to see Hawk coming over.

"Damn that guy must have been a fucking porn star or you were hiding from me!" he gave me that gap toothed smile. "You wouldn't do that would you?"

"Well no." I said. "But umm thing is."

"Tell me in the back sexy." He laughed. "Well no don't, I ain't here to listen to you talk. I got better plans for that mouth." Turning to Rick he said;

"Hey go downstairs and find a guy named Butch. Tell him to give me about fifteen then come up to her room." He smiled at me. "Three's company right baby?"

"Oh god." I said softly.

"God?" he shook his head and pointed at his patch. "God's afraid of us baby. Now let's get going." 

Hawk went to grab my hand and I quickly pulled away from him.

"Whoa there girl!" he snapped. "You don't play with me or I'll make things real hard on you got that?"

"Listen there Hawk." Rick said softly. "Raven here is leaving she ummm quit."

"What?" Hawk laughed. "Well maybe she'll have to retire after me and Butch get done but she ain't goin' nowhere but down!" he laughed as if he had said something hilarious and grabbed my arm.

"Let her go Hawk." Rick said grabbing his shoulder " She... owww!" Rick staggered back as with no warning Hawk had let me go, and turning, punched him in the face.

"You mind your place boy!" he snapped.

As Hawk faced Rick who was holding his bleeding nose a look of shock on his face I stepped backwards. I let out a yelp as I bumped into someone.

"Let's go sis." Mark said softly.

I turned, and Mark quickly slipped the locket around my neck clasping it. His hands were steady despite the fact that trouble was coming and quickly.

"Whoa girl, your johns always give you shiny things?"

"I'm not her john." Mark said simply as he took my hand in his.

"Oh who the fuck are you?"

"Someone you don't want to know." Mark said calmly as he started to lead me past Hawk.

"Oh really? Well whoever the fuck you are that's my bitch. Now don't make me mess up your pretty shirt."

"This bitch," Mark began. "Is my sister and she just quit this oh so fine establishment."

"I don't..."

"Meaning," Mark continued in that unnaturally calm tone that made me more nervous than if he seemed angry. "That if you put your hands on her you are assaulting her."

"Yeah so?" Hawk asked grinning.

"So then the bouncers will have to show you the door."

Hawk stared at Mark and started laughing.

"Oh I got it! This is a joke! Old Wolf's fucking with me! So who are you pretty boy one of his runners?"

"Let's go Megan." Mark said as he started to pull me away again.

"I said she stays!" Hawk yelled suddenly causing everyone in the room to turn and watch.

As he shouted Hawk went to grab me, and moving quickly Mark stepped in front of me simultaneously shoving me behind him, and putting his hand up in front of Hawk.

"And I said she is done here. Right Megan?"

"I quit Hawk." I said simply.

"See? Now you touch her and..."

"The bouncers work for me asshole." Hawk said simply. "I'm one of Wolf's boys and they don't fuck with me."

"Well then you'll be dealing with the cops." Mark smirked. "Judging by those bootleg tat's on your neck you probably got some time over your head and don't need any trouble so just go find another girl to pretend she likes you."

"Oh fuck!" Someone said behind me. "You hear that shit?"

"Boy," Hawk said softly "You don't know who you're talking too."

"And you don't know what you're fucking with." 

"Oh man! That's guy's nuts!" Someone yelled.

"Damn straight he's nuts!" Another voice called out. "That's Mark Phillips!"

"Holy Christ that's mad dog?"

"You don't get it do you?" Hawk asked stepping towards Mark who pushing me back further from him turned to face Hawk directly. "Do you know what this means?"

Hawk reached up and tugged on the emblem on his jacket. "I'm one of the devils own man one of his servants."

"Really?" Mark asked. "Good help must be hard to find these days."

Someone laughed and Hawk looked around the room quickly as if looking for who it was.

"Punk, we are the real deal we..."

"Are fucking posers." Mark said.

Hawk shook his head in disbelief.

"You stoned boy? Hell I used to fuck guys that looked like you."

"Wow." Mark said in that monotone voice. "Ugly, stupid, and a faggot, no wonder you need Wolf to find you pussy." He shook his head. "You know Gerardo's has a lot of queers maybe you should go there."

Hawk swung at Mark who with a backhanded slap contemptuously knocked the blow to the side.

"Hey you swung at me there Pigeon."

"It's Hawk bitch!" Hawk swung again and this time Mark simply slipped his head to the side and watch the blow go by him.

"Twenty dollars he never touches him!" Someone yelled.

"Hawk, Pigeon, Turkey whatever." Mark pointed at him and said softly;

"That's twice bitch."

"Bitch?" Know what you little prick? When I beat you I'm going to have my guys hold you down and make you watch me fuck your pretty little sister!"

Hawk went to swing but suddenly staggered back, clutching his neck and gagging from Mark's hitting him in the neck with the edge of his hand.

"Hey what's going on?" 

I turned to see two other bouncers rushing over both around Rick's size. Mark turned and frowned. Then turning back towards Hawk said;

"This asshole tried to hit me! You guys need to get him out of here."

"Bullshit man, you got a problem with Hawk then you're the problem."

"That's right pretty boy you just made a big fucking mistake!"

"Oh god Mark," I whispered; "I...I'll go with him I'll..." I paused as Mark looked quickly at me. "Oh shit." 

Mark's eyes had gone black and his lip had curled up in a snarl.

"So be it." he said softly

Turning back to Hawk he said;

"Let's go bitch you get to be the first one to hit the floor!"

Hawk swung again and there was sharp slapping sound as Mark caught his fist in his left hand stopping it cold. Mark swung his right arm out hitting Hawk with a back hand slap. Letting Hawk's fist go he spun in a circle and slammed his elbow into the side of Hawks face sending him down to the floor. Mark was now facing the two bouncers who after glancing at each other charged forwards.

Mark let the first one get close enough to start to swing before dropping to one knee and spinning around. Mark's left leg cut the guys legs out from under him, sending him sprawling across the floor where he crashed into a table. Mark continued the spin and coming up to a standing position whipped his left leg around and with a loud crack the heel of his snakeskin boot caught the second bouncer in the side of the face spinning him around where he landed face down on the floor.

"Holy fuck!" Someone yelled.

"Fight!! One of the girls who had just come out of the room screamed. She immediately turned and started yanking on the bell on the inside of the door.

"Oh for Christ's sakes!" Mark snapped

I thought he was referring to the bell but turning back I saw Hawk, blood streaming from the side of his face coming at my brother. Hawk swung wildly, and stepping into it so that the punch sailed over his shoulder, Mark brought his knee up into Hawk's stomach. As he doubled over Mark raised his right arm and slammed his elbow down into Hawks back driving him to his knees. Mark glanced up as Chuck, another bouncer who was two fifty if he were a pound, coming at him. Mark casually stepped up onto Hawks back and crouching down shot himself straight up into the air. 

Mark drew his left leg all the way up to his hip, and at the height of his leap, which was just when Chuck was reaching for him lashed straight out with his leg. The kick caught Chuck in the chest and sent him flying backwards to slam into the bar where he slumped to the floor, his hands over his chest, gasping for breath. Mark landed next to Hawk who was trying to get up. Stepping back Mark raised his leg and threw a quick kick into the side of Hawk's face.

"Megan let's go!"

Mark called out. Snapping out of my trance I ran across the few feet between us and getting right behind him followed Mark towards the staircase. Mark stopped short and I felt like crying as I looked past him..

"Holy shit! Look who we have here boys!"

"Oh man it's on now!!" Someone yelled behind us.

Keith was coming up the stairs followed by two other bouncers and another member of the Devil's own. Mark turned and said quietly;

"Just stay back behind me."

"Well, well well." Keith said smiling ear to ear as he approached.

"If it isn't Mad Dog Mark." he laughed. "What you doing here pretty boy you slumming?"

"I came to get my sister." Mark said quietly.

As Keith approached the other guys stopped behind him.

"Well that's nice Mark but well, your sister's sweet ass belongs to Wolf."

"She decided to quit." 

As he spoke Keith had walked up to him, stopping about four feet away.

"Well that just won't cut it Mark, and even if it did you just assaulted three of my guys and I don't think Wolf will be too happy about Hawk."

"Hawk swung first and they went after me." Mark said.

"Yeah well I think you swung first and I'm sure the fine people here will back that up." Keith looked around and then cracking his neck smiled at Mark. "Pretty good with the amateurs Mark you ready for a real fight?"

Mark slowly spread his hands out palms up as if surrendering.

"I don't want to fight Keith." He said. "My sister is done here and I am taking her home. She's not worth this much trouble to Wolf and you know it."

"Oh I'm sure you busting up some of his guys will make you worth it Mark. Besides, Megan owes us money."

"I do not!" I snapped

Keith laughed;

"Wolf don't know that." He smirked at Mark. "So you gonna fight Mark? Or you just want to leave sis here to pay off the debt?"

"She can start on me!" The other biker, a large guy with a long red beard called out.

"My sister is leaving with me." Mark said. "Now get the hell out of my way. The cops will be here soon or do you want them nosing around?"

"No one called the cops Mark I know because the cops haven't called me to warn me yet. Your stupid ass is on your own. So you going to actually fight me, or just chicken out, and watch us use your sister up?"

"You first." Mark said softy as he began flexing his fingers. "Let's see how fast you are." 

Keith hesitated.

"Let's just kick his ass Keith!" The biker yelled.

"No! He's mine!" Keith snapped.

"Oh how Hollywood." Mark said simply.

I jumped as someone touched my shoulder I turned to see Rick behind me.

"What are they waiting for?" I whispered.

"The first move tells a lot, neither one wants to swing first." Rick whispered. "Mark's good Megan but Keith's ex Special Forces, that's why no one's going to get in the middle it's going to be a show. When this starts I'll try to get you out okay?"

"I can't leave my brother..." I started but then Keith began speaking.

"I don't know what the big deal is Mark. I mean why you need to take Megan out now? You think a couple of more cocks in her mouth will make a difference?"

As he spoke I saw Mark's hands start to shake.

"I mean Christ man she's fucked just about everyone here already what's a few more?"

"Shut up and swing you bitch." Mark whispered.

"Swing? Like how big sis over there swings from the pole." Keith laughed again. "Not to mention all those poles she swings from in the back!"

"Hell Mark that little pig ran a train at the last party we had didn't she guys?"

A couple of guys laughed and I blurted out;

"That's a lie! I..."

"Shut up cunt." Keith snapped at me. "Only noise I want to hear from you is begging."

"Like your brother begged for his life?" Mark asked 

"Glad you brought that up Mark! I wonder how Megan will look when I knock all of her teeth out? I mean the crack would make them fall out eventually anyway." He shrugged. "Wonder if guys will pay for a toothless blowjob?"

Mark's hands were now shaking violently and as silence fell over the room I saw him take a deep breath.

"Well Mark are you going too..."

Mark cocked his head to the side and I felt my legs begin to tremble as he took a step towards Keith. Stopping Mark reached into his pocket and everyone, including Keith, jumped back, but all Mark removed was a pack of cigarettes.

"What's that you're last fucking request?"

Apparently knowing Keith was not going to swing first; Mark calmly lit the cigarette and blew a smoke ring towards him.

"Last chance." Mark said. "Move or be moved."

"Move me." Keith said bringing his hands up in front of his chest palms out fingers curled in.

"Okay," Mark said, and putting his left hand out, took the cigarette and went to grind it out in his palm.

"Oh that stupid trick again! I... hey!!" Keith exclaimed as Mark flicked the still lit cigarette at his face.

As soon as Keith's hands went up to his face Mark dropped to his knees and drove the heel of his palm into Keith's stomach. As he started to double over Mark rolled onto his back and kicked straight up catching him in the face and knocking him onto his back. Mark completed the roll and came back up to his feet just in time to see the red headed biker coming for him already throwing a punch.. Mark stepped into the swing, and after giving him a short uppercut, grabbed his long beard and yanked down. The guy cried out and let his face go down so his beard wouldn't be ripped off. His face was met by Mark's knee and he hit the floor hard on his back.

"I said he's mine!" Keith screamed jumping to his feet.

Keith came forward his hands weaving in front of his face and Mark stepped up to meet him. There was a series of sharp cracks as the two each threw several blows that were all blocked by the other. Keith stepped back and threw a spin kick. Mark went down under it, spinning himself, and kicking at Keith's legs. Keith hopped over the kick, and as my brother came up, caught him in the face with a right hook. Mark staggered back and Keith hit him again. Mark swung wildly, and stepping in, Keith slammed his fist into Mark's stomach, then grabbing his arm, turned underneath of him. With a grunt of effort Keith threw Mark over his shoulder where he landed directly onto one of the small tables which shattered beneath him.

Keith went to go down on top of him, but Mark lashed up and out with his foot catching Keith in the chest, staggering him backwards. Drawing his knees to his chest, Mark kicked out and launched himself to his feet. Keith came on again, his hands moving so fast they were a blur and went into a series of lighting fast combinations. Standing his ground, my brother blocked blow after blow, and began throwing his own. All around us people were cheering calling out bets like this was a boxing match. I looked over at Rick who was looking around nervously. I knew what he was thinking; even if Mark beat Keith we were fucked. Rick leaned over to me and whispered;

"I'm going to try to slip down into the office at the end of the hallway there's a phone there."

Without another word, Rick started walking backwards until he had gotten behind the ring of people watching and then quickly headed down the hallway. I swallowed hard as I hoped to god that Mark could somehow hold out until the cops came. Right now the other bouncers were just watching but I was afraid that they would jump in if Mark started winning. A cheer went up and I spun back around to watch the fight.

Keith had gone into a series of kicks, high and low, spinning right then left, driving Mark backwards. As he gave ground, Mark ducked, leaped, and spun blocking every kick. Mark blocked the last kick with his leg then snapped a quick kick of his own. Keith jumped back and now it was Mark's turn, driving Keith back with a series of similar kicks. Keith suddenly threw himself down and rolled, coming up behind Mark. Grabbing him, Keith yanked backwards, tripping him and then going down on top of him. Mark landed on his back and was instantly struck by a right to the face. Rather than try to block, he snapped his left hand up, the side of his hand catching Keith in the neck. As Keith rolled off , I could hear him gagging as they got to their feet. At this point both Keith and my brother were panting and were bleeding from their mouths, and noses. Mark's shirt was soaked through with sweat and half the buttons had been torn off.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 32



Author's note; Okay well first off a little error on my part. In the ending author's note in the last chapter I said that this chapter would contain Mark's last night with Samantha. Well I admittedly was looking at a different outline. Eventually down the line there will be a story line featuring Mark with Samantha but not in SWB. It is part of my next project. Sorry for the mishap. As for this chapter it is a bit of a bridge chapter that sets up chapter 33 which will feature a major revelation. As always thank you for reading! Lovecraft68

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The blaring of a horn behind us startled me out of the past. Turning my head away from the old burned out club where my addiction had almost cost my brother his life, I realized that I could feel tears on my face. I turned quickly back to look out the window so dad wouldn't notice, and leaned back in the seat. I could feel my heart still pounding just from reliving that brutal night. 

The car started moving forwards, and as we past it, I gave the old Wolves Den one last look. For many people that night had not ended there. Mark had ended up in the hospital for several days suffering from three broken bones in his face, a half dozen broken ribs, and a concussion. I had told my parents that Mark had been jumped outside a club in Providence. When mom had asked about my own bruised face, I had simply looked away and said that I didn't want to talk about it. Mom's eyes had filled with tears and I assumed she figured it was an abusive boyfriend.

While we were there Tommy had come by to see if Mark was okay, and I am sure to take the opportunity to see me as well, and told us that Rick was also in the hospital suffering from two broken legs. Alex came to visit as well, and to my surprise, Mark stuck with the story that he had been jumped. Alex didn't seem like he believed him but let it go. As I sat there I knew that Mark didn't want Alex to know that it had been my fault. My little brother, yet again, was protecting his undeserving sister.

Two months after that night Harold "Hawk" Roberts was found in an alley, severally beaten with the words "Every Dog has its day" carved into his back with a razor blade. Hawk never told the police who had attacked him, and upon his release from the hospital left Rhode Island and as far as I knew never came back. I was upset that Mark had gone that far but didn't bring it up. As he always said "What was done was done". However, as upset as I was that my brother would risk his future, there was a sick part of me that would have given anything to see the look on Hawk's face when he had seen my brother coming for him.

Some good came out of that night however, well for awhile at least. My brother's desperate plea still lodged in my mind, I approached Alex while Mark was still in the hospital, and asked him if he could help me get into the clinic. Alex had seemed genuinely pleased that I wanted help and immediately made some phone calls to set it up. The clinic was a ninety day inpatient and seemed like the longest three months of my life, but I made it.

During my last month, Mark graduated from Suffolk. I had to receive special permission to attend the ceremony and after party. I had nothing decent to wear and Tommy bought me a beautiful red dress and attended the party with me. It was a humbling experience, being there on the biggest day of my brother's life and knowing that when it was over I was heading back to a hospital room. When the two of us had a moment alone, I hugged Mark close, and told him how proud I was of him. Mark gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me that school was easy and he was proud of me for sticking with the clinic and trying to help myself.

Once I was released I stayed with Mark for a few weeks. As in the past however, I knew I couldn't stay close for too long and took Tommy up on his offer to come back and stay with him. I was unsure as I knew that although I loved Tommy, I was not in love with him. Mark however, pushed me towards him, saying that Tommy was good for me. Tommy always treated me better than I deserved, but more importantly had been clean for two years and attended three meetings a week. I moved back in, but many were the nights I laid next to him feeling guilty as it was my brother I was thinking of. Making things tougher was Mark saying that we shouldn't sleep together anymore. I told him that we had always spent time together when I was with Tommy, but he said that maybe it was time that we made some rules for ourselves.

I was devastated, but after trying unsuccessfully to seduce my brother a couple of times gave up. Every time I saw Mark after that I would catch him looking at me longingly and knew he wanted to be with his sister, but held to his rule. I felt the same way and once again started wondering about the two of us. Mark had just passed the bar however, and had been hired officially by the firm where he had been interning. My brother's life was just starting to take off. One night, Tommy and I had gone out to dinner with Mark and an attractive young lawyer named Jessica he had started seeing. During dinner Mark and I had sat there with our arms around our dates and kept staring into each other's eyes. I could feel how badly he wanted me and could even feel myself getting aroused.

When we went back home, Tommy, as he had many times in the past, tried to make love to me. As usual I turned it into him fucking me hard and fast while I envisioned my brother. Two nights later I went to my brother's place, and without a word stripped in front of him. Two hours later I was lying naked and spent in my brother's arms, listening to his steady breathing as he held me close. I should have been content but instead felt that feeling of emptiness. I tried to tell myself that it was the usual melancholy of knowing I could not always be with my brother. This time however, it was deeper than that. For the first time since we had started sleeping together, I did not feel complete in Mark's arms. I could still feel that hollow feeling as if there were a hole where my soul should be. I stayed the weekend with Mark before going back to Tommy, whom I had lied to and said that Mark was very sick and I wanted to take care of him. I went back because I really had nowhere else to go and spent every night thinking of how unfair I was being. 

The next week I went to work at the restaurant I had been waitressing at and found myself staring at the bar all night. Knowing I shouldn't, but unable to help myself, I sat down at the bar after my shift and ordered a coke. A half an hour later I was still there and the next coke I ordered was mixed with rum, it was only one, I told myself and it would ease the guilt of sharing Tommy's bed. One turned too many, and it would be a long time before I would even try to get help again.

"Megan, are you okay?"

I turned to look at dad, and saw with a start that he had pulled the car into the breakdown lane.

"Um I..." 

"I said your name a couple of times and...." He paused. "Megan you're crying!"

As dad spoke, he reached out and put his hand on my shoulder. I looked over at him and tried to think of what to say. 

"Megan I'm sorry if some of the things I said about your brother were harsh but..." he trailed off then added; "You don't know Megan."

"Because you won't tell me." I said quietly.

I was going to leave it there. Let Dad think that that was what I was upset about, but with the image of my brother standing tall, the only thing between me, and an entire gang hell bent on raping me, still in my mind. I decided to tell my father exactly what I had been thinking about.

"Dad you know that burned up building?"

"The old club yeah." dad said still with his hand on my arm. "What about it?"

"I used to work there." I looked him in the eye and continued; "I danced and did worse so I could keep getting drugs."

"Yeah well, that was a long time ago hon, and you don't have too..."

"Dad do you remember that time Mark got put into the hospital?"

"Yeah you said he got jumped." Dad grunted; "Probably by some guy's whose wives or daughters he was screwing with."

"No dad," I said ignoring that last crack. "My brother got the shit kicked out of him by an entire biker gang, because they were going to rape me."

Before dad could say anything, I told him the story. I put more in there than I needed to, but let dad be uncomfortable. Let him know how bad off I had been while he was playing the tough love game. I told him how Mark had found me there after Alex saw me and how Wolf had given me coke to take care of his friend, and how they were going to hurt me. I described the horrific beating my brother took and how close I had come to being raped and Mark beaten even worse. As Dad sat there in stunned silence, my voice remained amazingly steady until the end when I told him my brother's words to me. How he had begged me to take care of myself. By the time I had finished, however my voice was trembling and the tears were flowing.

"You sat there in that restaurant and told me my brother hurt me!" I told him. "My brother was hurt defending me dad and you know what? He shouldn't have!"

"Megan," Dad started

"No Dad, I deserved it! I was whoring myself and stripping and making hundreds of dollars a night that went right up my nose! I could have left right away, but I wanted the coke. I deserved for those guys to think they could treat me like a pig because," I sobbed, "I was one!"

"Honey please..." Dad started.

"But my brother wouldn't let it happen and he should have! I hadn't been talking to him; I wouldn't let him see me because I was ashamed. Just like I was with you, but there was a difference!" I caught my breath and went on.

"The only time he fought with me was when I tried to make him hate me so he would leave me alone and he wouldn't do it! He walked into that club and tried to get me out of there. They... they beat him so bad..." I sobbed again.

"Megan listen,"

"No you listen!" I snapped. "My brother loves me no matter what I do, and never gave up on me like everyone else did." I looked him in the eye and whispered; "Like you did."

Dad looked away, and I knew that was a low blow but couldn't help myself. I was defending my brother the way he had me all those years.

"My brother," I said. "Would never hurt me, he loved me no how bad I was messed up!"

Dad removed his hand from my shoulder, and facing the road put the car into drive. As he pulled onto the highway he said quietly without looking at me;

"You have it backwards Megan, if it wasn't for your brother you would have never been that messed up in the first place."

*****

I rolled over onto my side, once again trying to get comfortable. I closed my stinging eyes, and tried taking slow deep breaths; willing myself to relax and let the sleep that I so desperately needed come take me. After a few more minutes of trying to delude myself that this would work, I opened my eyes and looked at the clock; five fifteen. I sat up, and with a heavy sigh, got up and stretched. As I did I looked over at the mirror, and seeing my reflection, brought my hair up over my head and, angling my hip, struck a pose.

It was warm upstairs so I had locked the door before I tried to sleep, and was only wearing a pair of skimpy red panties. Lowering my arms I cupped my hands beneath my smallish tits, and using my thumbs flicked at the barbells pierced through my nipples causing them to harden. 

"Yeah Mark, are your sister's tits still your favorites? You want these titties?"

I playfully covered them with my hands, and turning away from the mirror said;

"How does it feel to want?"

With a sigh I walked up to the mirror eyeing my reflection. From the neck down I looked pretty damn good. As for the neck up however, unless one was into red eyes and dark circles I had definitely seen better days. Then again I thought, as I remembered my using days I had certainly looked worse. Turning around I looked over my shoulder at my small firm ass and shook it, slowly at first, then putting my hips into to it, began rotating it in ever quickening circles.

"You still got the moves there Raven." I said dryly, thinking that sometimes it was better to try to laugh at the past rather than to cry over it. 

I turned from the mirror and walked over to the suitcase I had laid out on the rocking chair. Removing a plain pair of jeans and a pink Red Sox t-shirt I carried them over to the bed and sat down. I had told Mom yesterday over lunch, and again this morning that I would find out what the hell had happened between Mark and Dad. At one point that situation had taken a back seat to Mark's question of where we stood. After lunch with dad however, and seeing the raw hate in his eyes I needed to know. The problem was, that whatever it was, neither Dad nor my brother seemed to think I should know.

But why? According to Dad it would bring back painful memories and hurt me. From the sound of it maybe even ruin my relationship with Mark. In my heart I believed that Dad had to be wrong. Mark had never hurt me beyond that one horrific night, and that was a night I refused to dwell on, but could remember it if I needed too. Had there really been another time? Mark had simply said I didn't need to know and left it at that. Had he done something to me and realizing that I had forgotten it not wanted to bring it up? 

As I stood and pulled my jeans on I found myself wondering even more. Could Mark's refusal to talk about it have something to do with the fact that he had finally declared his feelings for me? It would make sense. My brother seemed to feel I was already leaning away from him because I hadn't answered. Therefore to him, dredging up an old unpleasant experience could be the kiss of death. Except for his "voice" when he was younger Mark had never kept secrets from me. If anything I was the one that had kept some things secret, then again my brother knew enough about my past to guess the rest. The difference here was that I had a lot not to be proud of and since I had been sober and clean I kept nothing from Mark.

Mark on the other hand, seemed to be keeping more and more from me recently. Up until the last year or so the only thing he kept from me was the details of "the group" that he was in. But lately that had begun to change; the argument with Dad, whatever happened with Alex, and even the Winthrop case, refusing to tell me what his "Final Play" as he had put it had been. Mom had said Mark had seemed different over the past year and now I could see it as well. Ironic that at the same time Mark wanted to open his heart to me he was beginning to shut me out.

I slipped a plain red bra on, and after pulling on the t-shirt, pulled my hair back in a ponytail. Knowing how bad my eyes looked, I took a couple of minutes to put some make up on to cover the worst of the dark circles. After tipping my head back, and dropping some visine into my eyes, I grabbed the keys to Mark's car and went downstairs. I decided that rather than play games, I was just going to go to Mark's office and demand to be told. 

As I entered the kitchen, I saw mom sitting at the table idly filling out a crossword puzzle while listening to the radio. I felt a twinge of regret that I had pushed my father earlier. When we had gotten back from lunch it was obvious to Mom that we were both upset. Dad had gone straight to his study slamming the door behind him, and I had sat down with mom at the table. 

Mom could tell right away that I had been crying and asked what had happened. I told Mom that lunch had been nice, but I kept pushing about Mark and Dad had gotten angry. If I hadn't been emotional myself over the fight and that terrible memory of the strip club I would have known to stop there. Instead I told her how hateful Dad had been, even to the point that Dad had threatened to shoot my brother. Mom had tears in her eyes when I was done, as did I, and we shared a hug, while the two of us fought them back. I ended up losing the battle however when I told her that I only had a little time up here and I had really upset Dad.

Mom had wiped the tears from my face with the edge of her hand like she used to when I was a girl and told me that Dad would be okay. She would talk to him later. Mom confessed to me that she had heard Dad speak that harshly about Mark as well, but had hoped I could have gotten through to him. I told Mom I was sorry I had gotten nowhere and with a sigh she said not to worry about it. Mark would be leaving soon and it wouldn't really matter much at that point. Rather than keep going I told mom that I was tired and proceeded to upstairs and toss and turn for an hour.

I walked over to her and kissing the top of her head said I was running out for a couple of hours. Mom asked where I was going and I told her I was going to catch up with a couple of friends. I didn't want her to know I was going to see my brother again, it would look odd. I realized here I was lying to Mom about seeing him twice in a day and Mark was thinking we could play house with no problems.

I got into the car and as I drove towards the highway debated calling Mark. Part of me wanted to just show up and catch him off guard. Mark's games were always based on him knowing what was coming. My just appearing and cornering him about Dad would take away any chance he would have to figure out what he was going to say. Then again, if I got there and Mark wasn't there I would have to go to his apartment. I wasn't sure I wanted that right now. No, that was the problem; games. Although for the most part it was harmless, my brother and I lived to tease, toy with, and one up each other. 

This however was different; this was real life, not an extension of our bedroom games. I dialed Mark and the phone rang several times, causing me to wonder if he was going to ignore me, when I heard him pick up.

"What is it Meg?" Mark spoke before I had even gotten out hello.

"Well hi there to you little brother."

"I'm with someone sis, everything okay?"

"Uh well not really Mark. Are you around in a little while?"

"Why what's wrong?"

"Not real happy with how lunch went with Dad. We need to talk."

Mark was silent for a minute, and I could all but here his wheels spinning. Finally he sighed;

"I have someone with me now, but should be clear in a half hour, so come now if you want."

"You have clients after five?"

"I put the word out last Friday Megan, I have people booked all week to pretty much say goodbye and to pawn them off on the other partners. But listen..." he paused then asked; "What did Doug say to you?"

"I'll tell you when I get there." I said hanging up quickly.

So much for not playing games I thought with a wry smile. Let him stew on that one. 

I stopped and grabbed ice coffees giving Mark a little more time to finish up with his client. I arrived at Mark's office just after six, and due to the fact it was after hours, was buzzed in by the security guard downstairs. When I reached the third floor, which consisted entirely of Mark's firm I noticed there were still a few people milling about, but Mark's secretary Paula had gone. I told the security guard at the main desk who I was there to see, and he told me that Mark was still with someone and would be out in a few minutes.

Jim Howard the head of the firm came out and seeing me came over to say hello. After making small talk for a few minutes he said he couldn't believe my brother was leaving him. I shrugged and told him Mark felt he had to move on and left it at that. Jim said it was a shame, Mark was a great guy and would be missed. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I of all people knew that, except for attractive women, my brother was as social as a rattlesnake. The fact that Mark was by far the firm's top money maker was the real reason Jim was upset. 




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 32



When my brother wasn't show stealing for the state, his specialty was corporate law and he had brought in some huge clients over the years. I am sure that Jim was hoping that they would all stay and not bail on him after Mark left. After a few poorly veiled attempts to see if I knew if there was a chance that Mark would stay, Jim remarked that he had heard how well I had been doing. I found myself smiling as he mentioned a few of my showings. It made me feel good to know that my brother bragged about me. Jim told me he had to get going, but took me over to sit at Paula's desk to wait for Mark rather than the lobby.

I put the coffees on the desk, and sitting down, idly looked around Paula's desk. It was as neat as my brother's and extremely professional. There was one picture of a teenage girl I assumed was her daughter but aside from that no personal effects. I glanced down and saw she had Mark's calendar open. I shook my head as I saw the entire week full of names an hour or so apart from morning until well after six. I did note that tomorrow he had a couple of hours clear around noon that was marked 'paperwork'and his last meeting was at five. Mark had told me he would be free at six for me. Looking at the long list of names I recognized a few and shook my head. Not for the first time I wondered just how much money Mark really made. 

I looked at tonight's schedule and saw a five o'clock for a name I did not know. I turned around in Paula's chair as I heard Mark's door open. A tall attractive brunette wearing a sleek black dress came out. She appeared to be in her forties, but the dress was hugging a set of curves that would make a much younger woman jealous. As she walked through the doorway she was followed by a distinguished looking older man with silver hair wearing a perfectly tailored black suit. I pegged him for late fifties and figured that the woman, although not that young, was certainly his trophy wife.

As they exited the office, Mark followed and I couldn't help but think how goddamn beautiful my brother really was. My brother normally dressed with flair, but tonight was exceptional even by his standards. Mark was wearing one of the custom tailored suits that he went up to New York once a year to have made. The suit was black, the jacket flattering his broad shoulders, and the slacks accentuating his tapered waist. The shirt underneath however, was the main attraction; a dazzling shade of fuchsia that was accompanied by a matching silk tie with black stripes. As always his hair was perfect and he had shaved. As much as Mark's 'bad boy' look could turn me on, this was the Mark that I had always liked best. Even when we were young and wild I had always preferred my brother pretty. 

As I stared at Mark, who had not yet seen me, I could feel my body beginning to respond to him. It always amazed me that after close to two decades of sex how incredibly attracted to my brother I still was. I quickly shook my head and pushed those thoughts from my head. I was here to talk not screw around. I have to admit however, as I glanced down at the plain sandals I had tossed on, that I wished I had not dressed so plainly. 

"So as I was saying Mark," The older man began. "I have a lot of business associates on the west coast so if that's where you land please call me. I'd be more than happy to refer them your way."

"Thank you Charlie." Mark said, flashing that extremely perfect, and what I knew to be, very fake smile. "If that's where I go I won't hesitate to give you a call."

"Perhaps we'll come out and introduce you in person." The woman said.

As she spoke she was standing behind Charlie and when finished, gave Mark an engaging smile and wink.

"The two of you are too good to me." Mark replied. "So anyway let me take you down to meet Bill Thomas. I think you'll be very happy with... oh hey Megan."

Mark had finally noticed me, and as I stood, he gestured towards me;

"Charlie, Celia. This is my sister Megan."

"Your sister?" Charlie asked looking at me, and flashing me a big smile. "Why yes I definitely see the resemblance!"

Charlie came over and I extended my hand.

"Nice to meet you Charlie," I said giving him a huge smile, and batting my eyes playfully. Behind him I saw Mark roll his eyes.

Charlie took my hand, and bringing it up to his lips kissed the back of it.

"Mark's much younger sister of course." He said with a wink.

"Well of course!" 

My gaze shifted over Charlie's shoulder and I saw Celia lean towards my brother. Moving quickly she slipped a card into his pocket in front of a handkerchief that perfectly matched the shirt. She gave him a wink, and turning away from him, walked over to me. I wanted to laugh at the extra swing she was putting into her hips figuring my brother was watching. As I looked at him, he put his arms out hands up, as if saying 'what can I say'

"A pleasure." Celia said taking my hand. "Your brother will be missed around here."

"I bet." I said looking her in the eye and giving her a wink of my own. "My brother has always been in high demand."

Celia looked at me, her eyes widening then quickly letting go of my hand, made it a point to take Charlie's.

"Could you excuse me for a minute Charlie?" Mark asked.

"Of course Mark no hurry."

Mark put his hand on my shoulder and guided me towards his office.

"I brought you a coffee little brother." I looked closely at him and saw his eyes were as red as mine and looked glossy. "Something tells me you might need it."

"Yeah, thanks Meg, listen I have to take them to Bill, you want to wait for me in my office?"

"Sure. Hey hold on."

Making sure Mark's clients weren't looking; I reached into his pocket and plucked the card from it. It was a Weston hotel card with a room and phone number on the back, with a note saying. "He is playing poker tomorrow night"

"Been there done that?" I asked softly, smirking at him.

"She's how I first got their business." Mark whispered smirking back at me. "I gave her some, so she gave him some and sold him on doing business here." He shrugged. "Taking it for the team."

"I'm sure." I put the card back in his shirt and patted his chest. "You gonna visit her during poker night?"

"Hardly." Mark said. "I have a dinner date with a gorgeous woman tomorrow night."

"Good answer." I said giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"How sisterly." Mark said grinning.

"Yeah well go do what you have to do Mark." I told him "Because you can stall, but you can't hide."

Mark shook his head and held his office door open for me. When I entered he told me he'd be back in fifteen minutes and closed the door behind me. I walked over to Mark's enormous desk and looked around. Mark was packing here as well. Several of his book shelves were empty and there were unmade boxes and a roll of bubble wrap in the corner. Putting the tray with the coffee's on his desk, I put the straw in mine, and sipping on it walked around his desk. I sat down in soft leather chair, and putting the coffee down glanced over to a picture to my left and smiled.

It was my favorite picture of the two of us. The one that mom had taken the morning we had gone to Uncle Ray's for a Christmas visit. Mark and I were cheek to cheek and smiling. Charlie had noted our resemblance, which was still there if someone was looking for it. Back then however, the resemblance had been unmistakable. My gaze wandered from that picture across Mark's desk. There were files stacked up on it and I idly picked one up. There was a name written on the tab and across the folder were the words; Carter vs. Dillon. I put it to the side and looked at the next one which said; "Cakewalk."

Mark did this with all of his cases; marked the reference he used to win it or made a general comment about it. I noticed they were in alphabetical order and on a whim went to "C". I saw the tab marked Carson and pulled it out. Glancing up at the door, I opened it and flipped through. Most of it meant nothing to me. Police reports, witness statements and page after page of Mark's notes all taken in Latin in case they were stolen. I flinched, as underneath the notes was a close up of Alicia Carson's face right after the attack. Her lips were split and her left eye swollen shut. Worse than that was underneath her eye was the clear indentation of a class ring. Closing the folder I looked to see what he had written there;

"Pyrrhic Victory."

Losing more than he won. I frowned at that, but it made sense. Not just his friendship with Alex had been lost over that case, but he had totally humiliated Samantha. Still that did seem a bit over the top; then again Mark did have a flair for the dramatic. I straightened the stack so my OCD afflicted brother wouldn't notice it and turning in the chair winced as my knee hit something. I looked down to see the lower draw of Mark's desk open. Unable to resist I slid it open further, and looked inside. Seeing what looked like a photo lying face down I removed it and turned it over.

It was a photo of Samantha. She was sitting on a carousel horse wearing a short red sundress which definitely showed off her figure and more than ample chest. The look on her face however, was that of a giddy teenager. Samantha was laughing and blowing a kiss at the camera. I recognized the carousel as the one in Slater's park and remembered going there all the time with Mom and Dad. Mark had always made fun of me when we were in our late teens and I would ask him to take me. Apparently Samantha had not had a problem getting him to go. 

I went to put the picture back and saw something red. Glancing at the door again I put the picture on the desk, and reaching down pulled out a Valentine's Day card. I stared at the card and told myself to put it back. In the end I let curiosity get the better of me and opened it. I skimmed through the sappy text of the card but my eyes lingered on the note at the bottom;

"I am so in love with you Mark. Not the image you try to put out there but the real Mark, the one that only I get to see! You make me feel like no other man ever has before and I love you for it! I know you don't say it back but I feel it in the way you touch me, it's in the way that you hold me and the way you make love to me. You may not say it with words yet but your heart speaks to me every night and I hear it! Happy Valentine's Day! Love Sammy

Feeling dirty, I quickly put the card back and closed the drawer. I sat back in the chair and felt a pang of sadness for Samantha. She had given my brother her heart and he had broken it. In turn however he had broken his own. Mark may be telling the truth, that he eventually saw me as his true love, but it was after Samantha. When he was with her he was in love with her. She wasn't the only one that felt it. I could hear it in his voice when he talked about her. I had left his house after visiting him when he was with her and thought for sure that it was the end of our time together. A few weeks later he had called me all but in tears.

Sitting back further in the comfortable chair I recalled my trip back home to make sure my brother was okay. In the beginning I had been there as a big sister comforting her heartbroken brother. After a few days however I had decided that Mark needed a different type of comfort. My tired mind was beginning to drift off of Samantha, and to focus on the upcoming conversation, when I stopped and narrowed my eyes in thought. I felt as if there was something there, that I was missing, something important. I forced myself to concentrate and think back to when I had reintroduced my brother to the forbidden pleasure of his sister's body

*****.

I looked at the clock on Mark's nightstand and shook my head; no doubt about it, my little brother was avoiding coming to bed. The first two nights I had been here, Mark and I had gone to bed together and I had not done anything more than put my arms around him and hold him while he slept. I had not pushed for anything more as the first night had been spent mostly on the couch with me holding Mark while he cried like a heart broken teenager. I admit that I had been surprised at seeing that level of emotion from Mark. Granted I knew that my brother was more sensitive than he let on, but I had never seen him cry like that. This had been more than mere tears; my brother had collapsed into me sobbing so hard that at one point he had begun gasping for breath. I just sat there and held him, stroking his thick black hair and whispering that his big sister was here for him.

Mark had fallen asleep in my arms on the couch, and after a while I had gotten him up so we could go into his bedroom. I had him lie on his stomach and gently ran my fingers across his back the way I always had since we were teenagers. Once I knew he was asleep I rested my head on his shoulder, put my arm around his waist, and went to sleep. The next day I had tried to find out from Mark what had happened with him and Samantha, but all he would say is that he had to end it. Samantha didn't know him the way she thought she did and she deserved a good life with someone who could treat her right.

This smacked of bullshit to me. That was until Mark had mentioned how Samantha had a chance to accomplish a lot and was a good person who would only be held back , and brought down by his dark influence. That had hit home as I remembered that I'd had similar feelings at several points in my life about Mark himself. I decided to let it go and just spend some time with him. That night we had gone to bed early as Mark hadn't slept much at all the week leading up to his break up and needed the rest. I had briefly considered seeing if my brother wanted to play, but he had worn shorts to bed and seemed to go out of his way to mention several times during the night he was tired. 

By last night however I'd definitely gone to bed wanting some. I had not slept with my brother in over six months during his last trip to Chicago back when Samantha was still a pet. When I came up to Rhode Island a few months later he had told me that he and 'Sammy' were serious. I had lied in the guest room stewing, while a 24 year old sickeningly sweet law student shared my brother's bed. I suppose I deserved it, after all I had put Mark through several similar stretches. 

I had no doubt Mark knew I was looking for some. Then again, I had not been overly subtle, as I had pawed all over him as we watched a movie on the couch. Mark had seemed nervous and pulled away after just quick kisses. I'd had the strange feeling of being with a very shy date. I went to bed first and slipped on a cute light blue baby doll nightie with matching panties. I sprawled out on Mark's bed, and when he came in the look on his face was one of panic. He slowly came to the bed and to my chagrin lied down on his side facing away from me. I slid over, and putting my arms around him, started toying with his nipple and kissing the back of his neck.

I felt him tense up against me. Reaching up, he took my hand from his nipple and holding it in his placed it against his stomach. I simply lied there unsure of what to say. The only times Mark had ever turned me away in the fifteen plus years we'd been sleeping together were when I was wasted. Part of me wanted to keep trying; I was horny as hell, plus felt that my brother could use it as well. I kissed his ear and playfully nibbled on his ear lobe. Mark then said softly;

"I just...I'm not in the mood sis. I..." 

As he stopped speaking he squeezed my hand and I knew he was upset. I slid back from him and told him to roll over. Mark hesitated then slowly turned over to face me. I noticed he kept his eyes on my face and not on my tits that were all but falling out of the tiny night gown. Sliding up higher on the bed, I reached out, and putting my arms around his shoulders drew him into my chest. Mark curled up into me like a child and within a few minutes was sleeping soundly in my arms. I lied awake for awhile feeling a mixture of pity and frustration. I couldn't imagine how much cutting ties with Samantha must have hurt Mark to not even want sex. On the other hand I was still horny and having Mark's face nestled between my tits and my arms around his powerful shoulders wasn't helping any. I sighed, closed my eyes, and figured I would take him in the morning.

The alarm went off at six and before my eyes were even open, Mark had rolled out of bed and began getting dressed for the gym. After he left I lied there staring at my reflection and, untying the nightgown opened it to expose my tits. I smiled up at myself as my left hand found my right nipple, and my right slid down my stomach into my panties. I moaned as my fingers slid through my wet lips then found my clit on the way back up. My eyes never left my reflection as I envisioned my fingers as my brother's soft wet tongue. I came so fast and hard that moments later, I masturbated a second time; going slower and enjoying a longer more satisfying orgasm. Well as satisfying as it could be. When I finished I sighed at the thought of playing with myself at all while Mark was upstairs pumping weights instead of pumping his sister.

Mark had gone to work and I decided that seeing as I only had until the end of the week before I had to get back to Chicago, that I was not taking no for an answer tonight. After all what kind of big sister would I be if I didn't get my little brother back in the saddle? When Mark came home I was dressed in a simple pair of shorts and a tank top and although affectionate with him, limited it to a couple of kisses on the cheek and my arm around him. I didn't mention sex and kept some distance from him on the couch. Around ten I had gone and taken a long hot shower and come out wearing a short black silk robe that I always brought with me, because Mark loved it on me.

When I had come out, Mark had gone into his office. I came in, and leaning over him, put my arms around his neck. Mark was wearing a tank top and I made sure my long wet hair draped across his shoulders as I hugged him from behind. I gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and told him I was going to bed and was looking forward to him joining me. Mark started saying something about being awhile and I kissed him again and told him to take his time. I usually painted all night so was in no danger of falling asleep on him. Mark had given me a nervous smile and said okay.

That had been two hours ago. I had dozed off a little knowing he would hide for awhile, but had now been awake for over an hour. I looked up at my reflection again and could feel myself getting worked up. Mark's sheets were blood red and my black robe as well as my long ivory legs looked sexy as hell against them. My long raven black hair was fanned out around my head and I had turned all the lights off and lit the candelabras. The wall to wall mirrors were catching and reflecting the light, giving the room the appearance it was glowing. I looked at the clock again, and tired of posing, sat up and was going to get up and go take Mark in whatever room he was hiding in when the bedroom door opened and Mark came in.

Mark must have just showered as he was only wearing a pair of the loose karate pants he hung around the house in and he was shirtless. Mark looked around the room and when his eyes found me sitting on the foot of his bed I swear the look in them was one of "Oh shit".

"Hey little brother." I said softly. 

"Umm hey sis still awake?"

"I told you I was going to wait up." I smiled and patted the bed next to me. "Come here baby."

Mark hesitated then, with what seemed like an air of resignation, came over and sat down next to me. He had definitely showered as I could see his hair was wet, and leaning closer caught the pleasant scent of his body wash. As he sat down Mark looked straight ahead, and I noticed his leg shaking back and forth. I felt myself start to smile as he really did seem more like a nervous teenager than the notorious womanizing Bad Boy attorney.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 32



"Why so nervous?" I asked putting my hand on his shoulder and lightly running my nails down his arm. "I don't bite." I laughed "Well I guess that's not entirely true now is it?"

"No, I think I have some marks somewhere." Mark said softly, still looking away from me. 

After a minute I noticed his eyes went down to the floor and it hit me that with the mirrors, it was the only place he couldn't see me.

"Mark look at me."

Mark slowly turned his head to face me.

"You know little brother," I began. "I've been here four days now and I have to say that I am starting to feel quite neglected."

"Look sis," Mark started, but I put my finger to his lips.

"What's the matter Mark? You don't find your big sister attractive anymore?"

"You're beautiful Megan." Mark said. "It's not that, I just..."

"Come on baby," I said softly. Leaning over I pushed my lips out and whispered;

"Don't you want to kiss me?" 

As Mark stared at me I had a sudden flashback. I was twenty and Mark was eighteen. I was sitting there in my red panties and lace tank top asking Mark if he wanted to kiss me. He had been nervous as he was now and I had been horny and nervous as well. After all it wasn't everyday that a sister planned to take her brother's virginity.

"Megan..." Mark started as he looked away from me again. "I..."

"Mark, listen to me." I said, as reaching out, I put my finger under his chin and turned his head to face me again."

"It's over baby, you sent her away Mark. You ended it. You had your reasons and I'm sure they were good ones."

Mark put his head down, and I let my hand trail from his chin to his face where I caressed his cheek.

"But it's time to move on Mark. It's not like your betraying her you..." I hesitated as I recalled my feelings about my brother years ago. "You turned her loose Mark, gave her a chance to be happy with someone who could give her what she needed."

"I know but Meg, it's not that..."

"Look Mark it's not like you're running out and finding a new pet or a stand." I gave him a big smile, and leaning in and kissing his neck, began whispering in his ear.

"It's me Mark, your big sister who always knows just how to make it better."

Mark swallowed hard as I quickly flicked my tongue out across his earlobe.

"Come on Mark trust me," I reached out, placing my hand on his chest and started to tease his left nipple with my fingernails.

I kissed his neck again. 

"Your big sister has just what you need baby, so just lie back and let her give it to you."

Mark turned to face me and leaned his face into my hand. I started to kiss him but he pulled back.

"I... Ow!"

As Mark had started, I moved my hand to the back of his head and yanked hard on his hair. Enough was enough.

"Maybe the problem is you've forgotten how to take me Mark." I said, squeezing his nipple hard and causing his breath to hiss between his teeth. "You've gotten soft little brother. Maybe what you need is for your sister to remind you what it's like to be taken. I..."

I stopped as Mark reached up, and grabbing my hand removed it from his hair. Still holding my hand Mark looked at me and whispered softly;

"I...I don't want to play the game Megan," He put his head down and continued; "Please don't make it rough."

I stared at my brother and felt my heart go out to him. In all the years we had been playing I had used different approaches on him. Dominant, submissive, little girl cute and queen of the night dark; they all worked depending on his mood. Looking at him now and hearing the sadness in his voice I realized that none of those would work. My brother didn't need sex he needed love. Mark looked up at me, and started to say something. I reached up and taking his hands in my face, I pulled him to me and gently kissed him. Mark returned the kiss briefly, but tried to pull away. I held onto his face and whispered into his lips. 

"Easy baby, just let me."

I kissed him again, letting his face go and sliding my arms around his shoulders. With a soft groan Mark began to kiss me back. I held my lips to his, sliding them back and forth across his mouth. I emitted a groan of my own as I felt my brother's arms slip around my waist drawing me closer to him. I could feel my nipples pressing against his chest through the thin silk and yearned to remove the robe. Instead I continued my soft slow teasing kisses. I slipped my tongue out, and as Mark's lips parted slid it inside his mouth. My brother's tongue played across mine and I could feel his hands trembling on my back. 

Once again I was transported back to our first night as lovers. Our first deep passionate kiss during which, like tonight, my brother had been both excited but nervous. I felt as if I was taking him all over again, and the thought caused my pussy to begin to flow. I let my hands travel down Mark's back enjoying the feeling of his hard muscles, and bringing them down to his sides slipped my right one down into his lap.

"Hmmm" I moaned into his mouth as I felt how hard he was. 

I worked my lips away from his lowering my head and started kissing his neck. Mark moaned, his hand coming up my back and running through my long still damp hair. I gave his cock a hard squeeze through his pants and felt Mark's hand grab a handful of my hair as he sighed in my ear.

"There you go honey," I said softly. "Just let yourself go."

Pulling away I lifted my leg, swinging it over him so that I was straddling him. Mark titled his head up to me and lowering my face down I began kissing him. As my lips once again teased across his, I started slowly rocking on his lap. Mark began breathing heavier, and putting his hands on my hips started guiding me as I slid across him. I whimpered into his mouth at how good, even through the pants, his hard cock pressing into my pussy felt. I reached down between us, pulling on the tie of the robe causing it to fall open. 

I began to pull my lips from his, but Mark reached up holding the back of my head, and kissing me harder. I could feel the urgency in his kiss and surrendered to it, letting his mouth devour mine. As we shared one of the deepest most passionate kisses I could remember, I stopped sliding across his lap, and began slowly twisting my hips, rubbing my hard nipples across his chest. Mark groaned, and breaking the kiss, slid his lips down to first the soft white skin of my throat, then lowering his head began to lick my right tit.

I arched my back allowing him to be able to suck my nipple into his mouth. Looking up I smiled at my reflection as I saw myself on my brother's lap, his face buried in my tits. I could feel Mark's huge cock throbbing against my hot pussy. I turned on Mark's lap, offering my other tit to him. As he eagerly sucked it into his mouth, I ran my hands up and down his back, groaning at how good his hard muscles felt beneath me touch. Speaking of hard, I'd taken my time and still planned to, but right now I needed to not have anything between my flesh and my brother's beautiful cock.

Easing my tit from Mark's mouth, I slid off of his lap onto my knees.

"Stand up baby."

Mark did as I said, and still forcing myself to go slowly, I rose up onto my knees kissing and licking his hard flat stomach. Mark rested his hands on my shoulders and I could feel them trembling, but now more in anticipation than nervousness. Continuing to playfully flick my tongue across his stomach I brought my hands up, grabbing his pants and sliding them down. Mark's huge dick sprang free, and it was an act of will not to immediately take it into my mouth. Instead, grabbing it in my right hand I began slowly stroking it while trailing my lips down his stomach to the soft flesh between his hip and his cock.

As Mark's hands slid up into my hair, I turned my face rubbing his throbbing cock along my cheek. My already wet pussy began to flow even more as I felt my cheek becoming wet from Mark's dripping prick. Looking up into his eyes I asked;

"See baby not so bad is it?" I gave the tip of his cock a quick kiss. "Just your hot big sister taking care of her beautiful little brother." 

I took just the tip of Mark's cock in my mouth and gave it a quick hard suck. His hips twitched and I moaned in pleasure as I received a squirt of his salty precum. Putting my hands on his stomach and lightly caressing with my finger nails, I slowly took several inches of my brother's long thick cock into my mouth. With a sigh of pleasure I started bobbing my head gently, sliding his hard flesh in and out of my soft full lips. Mark's fingers were running through my hair, and he was moaning softly as I slowly blew him. I slid my hands from his stomach to his thighs, then the back his legs. I trailed my finger nails behind his knees and traced them up along the sensitive skin of the inside of his thighs.

"Oh that feels nice." Mark whispered.

My hands reached the tops of his thighs, and meeting at his balls, started massaging them as I took his cock deeper down my throat. Mark's hips started rocking in time with my sucking, and I could feel his thighs starting to quiver. I removed his cock from my mouth, and standing up in front of him kissed him hard, slipping my tongue into his mouth and letting him taste himself from my mouth. Mark's right hand dropped down, and I moaned loudly as his fingers slid through my moist lips before plunging into my hot pussy. I put my right foot up onto the bed allowing Mark's fingers to be able to slide deeper inside of me. I lolled my head back and moaned again as my brother's soft lips fastened themselves to my neck. I began rocking my hips into his fingers, whimpering as his thumb found my clit. After enjoying his talented fingers for a minute I pushed against his shoulders;

"We have all night baby; right now you just lie down and let your sister enjoy you."

Mark obediently lied back, and as I pointed towards the headboard, slid himself all the way up onto the bed. Standing there at the foot of the bed I watched my reflection in the mirror as I slowly let the rope slip from my shoulders. My eyes left the mirror and I smiled at the look of pure desire on my brother's face as he took in his big sister's naked body.

"Oh, there you go honey," I said softly, as putting my hands on the bed, I started crawling up to him. "That's the look I love to see."

Mark's eyes widened and I could see his chest rising and falling faster as he watched me crawl up the bed until my head was just over his cock. I swung my head back and forth, letting my long wet hair tickle his thighs and stomach. I groaned as Mark's hands reached down cupping my tits and playing with my nipples. Opening my mouth, I plunged my head down taking Mark's massive cock all the way down to the base of his shaft. Mark gasped as I immediately started sucking him hard and fas, sliding his cock almost all the way out of my mouth before sliding it all the way back in again. I moaned as well, not just from his fingers on my nipples, but at the sensation of having my mouth full of my brother's hard flesh.

I slipped one of my legs over Mark's and started rocking, sliding my wet pussy across his thigh. Mark moaned, and reaching down grabbed my shoulders and pulled. I removed Mark's cock from my lips and smiled at him. I would have had no issue sucking him off first time around, but was thrilled that he wanted to be inside of me instead. I crawled up further letting my nipples slide across his stomach and chest as I made my way up to him. Stopping when my face was over his, I lowered my lips to his, as one at a time I swung my legs over his hips

Still kissing him, I reached down between my legs grabbing Mark's cock and guiding it to my pussy. I slid my lips from his, and started nibbling his ear as rocking back and forth, I teased us both by sliding the head of his cock through the wet folds of my pussy.

"Don't tease." Mark whispered softly.

Resisting the urge to tell him that he had been the one teasing, I rocked back and let my weight go. We both cried out as I impaled myself on his massive cock. Bracing my hands on his chest I pushed myself straight up and started working my hips. Once more I found myself staring at my reflection, watching myself ride my little brother. Mark's hands reached up finding my nipples. Grabbing his wrists I held his hands to my tits, moaning at how good Mark's dark hands looked on my ivory skin. My brother's hands were large, and my tits were on the small side, so that his palms completely covered them and I feel the barbells being pressed back into my flesh.

"Oh yes!" I moaned, as Mark's left hand dropped down and his thumb pressed into my swollen clit.

I squirmed on his cock as his thumb started working my clit in slow circles. I moaned but reached down to move his hand. I could cum later, right now I just wanted him to enjoy. As I tried to pull Mark's wrist away he resisted and whispered;

"I want to feel you cum on me I..." he hesitated. "I want to hear you enjoy me."

Well who was I to argue with that? Removing my hands from his chest, I leaned back until my hands were grasping his ankles. At that angle Mark's cock was bent down and couldn't penetrate me as deeply, but it did allow his fingers better access to my throbbing clit. Sliding my legs out so that my feet were flat on the bed next to his head I started raising and lowering myself as his thumb massaged my clit. Mark whimpered as fucking him like that was teasing him, but I also saw him looking up into the mirrored ceiling enjoying the site of our bodies stretched out across each other. As our eyes met in the mirror, I gave him a wink before letting my head loll back in pleasure as I could already feel the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within me.

I started pumping myself up and down faster and harder. Mark brought his right hand to my pussy using his fingers to spread it open as his thumb began moving faster and pushing harder. I started moaning continuously and let out a surprised squeal as; turning his head Mark flicked his tongue out, licking the tips of my toes which were right near his head. I raised my foot allowing Mark to suck my toes into his mouth. As his tongue swirled around them he removed his thumb from my clit and pinched it between his fingers.

I threw my head back squealing loudly as the delicious mix of pleasure tinged with pain sent me over the edge. I bucked my hips as hard as I could, moaning at the incredible feeling of my pussy contracting around my brother's huge hard dick. Mark was moaning as well, and I could feel his hips moving as he strained to drive his cock deeper into his sister's convulsing pussy. I pushed myself straight up, and leaning forward put my hands on Mark's chest allowing his cock to plunge all the way into my hot little box as I continued to cum. With a long sigh I let myself lean forward until I was lying on top of my brother as the last of the powerful orgasm passed through me.

"Ohhh little brother, oh damn that felt good." I whispered.

Mark's hands found my hips, and taking his hint I started pumping them up and down. I lifted myself from his chest and kissed him. Mark groaned, and started slowly driving his hips up into me. I tried to break the kiss and push myself up so I could ride him harder, but my brother's arms slid up around my shoulders pulling me back into him. Mark kissed my neck then whispered in my ear;

"No, like this."

"You miss your sister's pussy little brother?" I asked softly as I began rocking in time with his slow thrusting.

"I...I miss my sister." Mark said softly. "Please stay right here Megan, stay close to me."

"Always Mark," I whispered in his ear. "Your sister will always be close to you."

Mark's hands went down around my waist, as I slid my arms beneath his and around his back. Mark moaned softly in my ear and squeezed me even tighter. I kissed his neck sighing softly at how good his body felt this close to mine. I could feel my nipples pressing into the hard muscles of his chest, and his strong hands felt amazing. Mark still had one arm around my waist, but his left had moved up and was in the middle of my back gently holding me to him. I couldn't move my hips much in this position, but Mark didn't seem to mind as his hips kept up a slow steady rhythm. Normally sex this slow would tease me, making me want to fuck faster, but as we laid there with our arms wrapped around each other, I found myself enjoying it.

I turned my head and started nibbling on Mark's ear as he continued to give me those amazing long slow thrusts. Mark was breathing softly in my ear and I could feel his heart beating against mine as our bodies became one. I lifted my head pressing my lips to his, engaging him in a long slow passionate kiss. Mark made a whimpering sound in his throat, and he pulled me even closer to him. Breaking the kiss I spoke quietly in his ear.

"There you go baby, anyway you want me that's how you can have me."

I paused to groan as he started fucking me a little faster. I heard him gasp in my ear as his own orgasm approached.

"Oh yeah honey, let it go and give it to me." 

Mark was thrusting even harder and whimpering with each one. I smiled into his neck as I loved those adorable little sounds. I wrapped my arms around him even tighte,r and once more found his lips. Mark groaned in his throat, his arms crushing me too him as gave me several hard fast pumps that caused me to release a series of small yips into his mouth. Mark pulled his lips from mine, and let out a long shuddering moan. I released one of my own as I felt my brother's cock twitch and send a long hot stream of cum into his big sister's wet hot pussy. As Mark continued to pump me, I lied still, letting him give me all that he had. At the end of each thrust I clenched my pussy around him, milking every drop I could from his cock and getting him to emit those precious little whimpers.

Mark stopped pumping and I felt his body relax beneath me. I stayed where I was however, my arms around him, and my face nuzzled into his neck. Mark was breathing hard in my ear and I smiled as I could feel his heart beating against my chest. I started to slide my arms out from under him but Mark held me tight so I just let myself relax into him. We stayed that way for awhile and I let out a contented sigh as I could feel his cock growing soft within me. Mark's breathing had not only slowed down but was becoming deep and steady, and I realized that he was falling asleep.

Sliding my arms out from underneath of him I rolled over onto my side. Mark looked over at me and gave me a tired smile. I smiled back at him enjoying the look of satisfaction on his face. For the first time since I'd arrived here four days ago Mark looked as if he were okay. Mark stretched his arm out and curling up next to him I rested my head on his shoulder as I put my arm around his waist and draped my leg over his.

"Feel better little brother?" 

"You were right Megan, you're always what I need."

"Of course I am baby, sleeping with me is just like coming home no?" I said thinking how twisted, but true that was.

Mark was quiet and I thought he might have fallen asleep. A minute later he sighed and whispered;

"We look so perfect together."

I turned my head to look up at the mirror and smiled at the sight of the two of us lying in each other's arms. We both looked peaceful and satisfied.

"Well what is it you always said," I asked. "Two parts of the same whole?"

Mark was silent again but I could see his eyes open. He also had a thoughtful expression on his face as if he were remembering something.

"Yeah, I have always said that haven't I?"

"You have." I sighed. "Close your eyes and get some sleep baby, and for the record Mark? You are not going to the gym tomorrow morning."

"I'm not?" Mark asked sleepily as his eyes did appear to be closing even as he spoke.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 32



"Nope, only thing you're working out on tomorrow is me," I leaned up and kissed his neck. "We have a lot of catching up to do. Wasted a lot of time the last year or so." 

I closed my eyes and was ready to drift off when it dawned on me that my last remark hadn't come out right. Mark was silent and I was hoping I hadn't upset him thinking that I meant Samantha had been a mistake all along as I had been referring to my own attempt as well. A moment later I heard Mark say quietly as if almost to himself;

"Yes we have, and a lot more than a year."

*****

I sat up in the chair stunned. Ever since Mark had professed his love for me on Saturday night I had known that it had somehow stemmed from his time with Samantha. Now however, I felt that I had just pinpointed the exact moment that my brother became sure of the two of us. Thinking more on it the one thing up until that point Mark had gotten from Samantha that I had never given him was soft slow sex; making love. Although I recently had given it a lot of thought; love making had never really appealed to me. Well that was not really true, I had known it was out there but figured I would only experience it when I found my true love. 

I had always avoided it with Tommy because no matter how close we were, deep down I had always known I was not in love with him. I was also quite well aware of how my brother had tried to go slow and easy with me when we were younger and I always turned it into the game or at the least a wild ride. Many times my brother had tried to love "His Megan" as he had called me the other night, but ended up with the 'nasty girl' that always appeared when she was fucking her brother. That night however, I had given Mark the one thing I never had before; I had made love to him. 

I had not seen it that way at the time. Back then I had just seen it as giving him exactly what he needed the way he needed it. Now however, it hit me how that moment had confirmed to Mark that I was truly his love. The next time I would see him was in Chicago after the Winthrop case and he had once again tried to be sweet to me. At that time I had thought that he had gone soft and forced him to take me. I had completely missed the signs. The next month he had said he wanted to talk to me, most likely about the two of us and I had announced to him that I had met Laura, once again putting him on hold. I idly picked up my coffee and taking a sip heard my brother's voice in my head;

"Yes we have, and a lot more than a year."

I put the coffee down and tried to focus my tired mind on the thought that I had made love to Mark. Was that the elusive image I'd had several times in my mind since Saturday when it seemed as if Mark had made love to me once before? No, in that image Mark had been over me and there had been a different look on his face. I frowned as it came to me once more, but fleetingly and only his face. There was nothing around to tell me when or where it could have been.

I looked up as the door opened and Mark came in. Closing the door behind him he came over to the desk removing his suit jacket as he did.

"Well hello councilor." He said as he draped the jacket over one of the two chairs in front of his desk.

"Sorry I'll move." I said, starting to grab my coffee and get up.

"No don't." Mark answered, reaching down and picking up the ice coffee I had gotten him. "You look good behind my desk," He smirked. "Would look even better under or on top of it though."

"Yeah, something tells me the carpet under here is worn out from all your little interns and pets."

Mark laughed, and as he always did removed the lid from the coffee. As I watched he chugged almost half of it straight down.

"Damn." I said wincing. "How the hell don't you get a brain freeze?"

"I do." Mark said as he turned and walked over to the small bar against the wall. "But I like the pain."

As I watched Mark opened a bottle of coffee brandy and poured quite a bit into the coffee. Putting the lid back on he shook it, and removing the lid took several more long swallows. Tossing the lid in the trash he grabbed the brandy bottle and walked back towards the desk with it.

"I am all about extremes after all." He said sitting down across from me.

"I can see that." I said thinking of the booze, but instead said. "That shirt says it all. I mean damn Mark that's flashy even for you."

"Yeah it is." Mark said touching the sleeve. "But it was a gift from a friend."

"Tailor made?" I asked.

"Finest Egyptian cotton." Mark said smirking. "Not bad for a street rat no?"

I watched as Mark took another swallow of the coffee then picked up the bottle and poured more brandy into it.

"You been drinking like that all day Mark?" I asked.

"Well you know how it is." Mark answered, sitting back in the chair. "Clients come in, I break the news, we talk over old times have a couple of drinks." He grinned. "Lotsa clients, lotsa drinks."

I nodded. Mark wasn't drunk but getting there. When my eloquent brother started using words like 'lotsa' he was on his way. In my estimate he was a couple of drinks away from a good old 'not for nuthin'.

"You drank almost an entire bottle of Jack last night Mark," I reminded him.

"Indulgence over abstinence sis." Mark replied quoting the first Satanic statement.

"Until it becomes counter productive pride." I said reminding him of one of the Satanic Sins. The one of which I had been most guilty of in my life. "Be careful Mark; make that it for the night."

Mark rolled his eyes.

"Thanks sis, but let's remember which of the two of us here has a problem."

I stared hard at my brother, telling myself he hadn't meant that, or if he did he was trying to bait me into getting upset, another game. Maintaining my calm I simply nodded and said;

"Classy Mark, really classy. What's next? A joke about following white lines down the street?"

The smirk vanished from Mark's face and he shook his head;

"Shit I'm sorry Meg, I... I didn't mean that I just..." He shrugged. "I don't know just edgy."

"Whatever Mark, that's not an excuse."

"Yeah well not like I'm any better." Mark said with a sigh. "Your demons live in a bottle, mine are in my head." He shrugged. "You go to meetings I take meds."

Mark leaned forward and put the drink down on the desk.

"Sins of the past still shaping the present." He muttered.

I breathed a sigh of relief that Mark had not been deliberately egging me on, and had simply not been thinking. I was also glad that I had checked his meds as that crack had smacked of something his darker half would have tossed out there. As Mark looked down at the desk I remembered the point of me being there.

"Speaking of sins of the past," I began, locking my eyes with his as he looked up. "Lunch with Dad seemed to be full of that."

"I'm sure because you brought it up." Mark replied holding my gaze.

"I did." I answered, and then took a gamble. "Mark, I pushed dad hard and he told me what's going on."

Mark blinked and his eyes narrowed but he did not look away.

"Did he?" He asked. "And what did dear old dad tell you?"

"You tell me Mark." I said coolly. "I think I deserve to hear it from your mouth little brother. Dad owned up, let's see if you can."

Mark's golden green slightly glassy eyes stared into my unblinking ice blue gaze. Mark's eyes shifted away from mine and I felt my heart begin to beat faster as he looked uncomfortable. My hopes were short lived however, as he looked back at me and burst out laughing;

"Oh come on Meg! Christ that is the dumbest trick in the book! I mean what are you twelve?"

I put my head down embarrassed that I would even try that. I was hoping to capitalize on his feeling bad about that remark about my drinking. Games I said to myself; no more fucking games. Looking back up at him I asked point blank.

"Mark what the fuck happened between you and my father?"

"You don't need to know Megan." Mark said, the smile instantly leaving his face. "And fortunately this seems to be the one thing Doug agrees with me on."

"Glad the two of you know what's best for me." I said. "But that isn't good enough Mark. Now fucking tell me."

"No." Mark said simply.

"Mark so help me..."

"So help you what sis?" Mark asked. "What are you going to do? Kick my ass?"

"This isn't a joke Mark!"

"Listen Megan, there is no reason for you to be involved it's just fucking stupidity okay?" Mark put his arms out. "Doug has never really liked me Megan and you know it."

"And a lot of that was me Mark. I mean right after you helped me, Dad was fine with you, I mean you guys would bicker a little, but Christ Mark he even called you his son."

"Yeah well guilt does funny things to people." Mark replied.

"Funny dad said the same thing when I brought up you letting him give me my first year medallion." I pointed out.

"Yeah well not for nuthin Meg," Mark began. "Difference there is I was trying to help you out with your father. I had no reason to be guilty." He grunted. "I wasn't the one who gave up."

I remained silent thinking on how uncanny it was that Mark had not only repeated what Dad had said but had thrown out the same remark about my father that I had. Amazing how similar our thoughts were. Then again we were brother and sister after all. Mark's descending into street slang was not lost upon me either. I might have a chance to trip him up.

"I told him that Mark."

"Why would you bring that up?"

"Because he was attacking you Mark, and no one attacks my little brother. Not even my father."

"Don't worry about it Megan. I know the truth."

"Well I don't goddamn it!" I snapped slapping the desk. "And I want it Mark, now!"

"Meg..."

"You never used to keep things from me Mark." I told him. "You always told me everything." 

"You were always here to tell." Mark replied softly. "You're not anymore. There are things I won't talk about on a damn phone call and when I get to see you once every six months I want it to be fun not bullshit."

"Yeah well speaking of bullshit Mark, lay off yours okay? I've been in Chicago over five years now. It's only been the last year you've been keeping shit from me."

"Things have changed for me." Mark said quietly.

"Fuck Mark, you won't even tell me what happened with you and Alex."

"The fucking trial Megan, it's that simple. Ego and pride."

"I don't believe that Mark, 20 years he was like a brother to you I'm..."

"I was there you weren't!" Mark snapped. "Stop telling me there's more when there's not."

"Okay what about the case Mark? You were ready to pack it in and then two days later they're copping a plea what did you do?"

"What I had too." Mark said. "I went lower than they did."

"That's not an answer."

"What is this Meg twenty fucking questions?" Mark asked throwing his hands in the air. "Christ my job and my alleged friends are none of your business. Do I ask you about how you paint or who you hang with?"

"Then answer one of them Mark. What the hell happened with Dad? That one is my business because it's about me."

"Everything is about you Meg," Mark said reaching for the bottle again. "Even if it's not you have a habit of making it that way."

"Enough!" I said, and leaning forward snatched the bottle from his hand and pulled it towards me.

"Let that go!" Mark snapped, his hand blurring out and taking it back from me.

"Oh what the fuck Mark?" I yelled. "What do you think after six years I'm going to take a shot?" I shook my head disgustedly. "Don't think much of me these days do you?"

Mark looked at the bottle in his hand and then carefully set it down between us.

"I'm sorry." He said simply. "I'm just tired."

"And a little drunk." I added. 

Mark didn't answer, and I remained silent forcing myself to relax. I wanted to know about my father not fight.

"Mark," I began softly. "Dad did tell me one thing. He said that you hurt me."

Mark stared at me and I could tell he was trying to see if I was lying.

"He said that?"

"Yes Mark he said it was a long time ago, but he didn't find out about it until recently, But he said you hurt me."

"He would see it that way." Mark replied as he looked away.

"To make it worse Mark he said you admitted it to him. That he heard it from you."

"Whatever Megan Doug...."

"It is not whatever Mark!!" I yelled losing my temper. "My father tells me my brother hurt me! I told him you didn't and he gives me that shit the therapist told us; that I might block things out!"

"Calm down sis..."

"I will not calm down!! How do you not get this Mark? You won't tell me anything so now I'm sitting here wondering did he? Did you hurt me and I don't want to remember?"

"Megan..."

"And if that's the case you would remember it, and that means you're not telling me. It's something you don't want to admit!" I took a deep breath and lowered my voice.

"How should I feel Mark? Is that a 'whatever' to you? That you might have hurt me and I can't even remember it? I should just say oh screw it? This is a big fucking deal Mark."

Mark was silent and leaning forward I put my hand over his.

"Mark, listen to me. If you did something you can tell me. I mean it had to be years ago when I was screwed up. Mark no matter what it is you know I'll forgive you. Hell little brother you're the most important thing in my life, nothing can come between us you know that." I squeezed his hand;

"Please just tell me Mark."

Mark took a deep breath and looking me in the eye began speaking softly;

"Megan I know there are probably some things you might not recall but I want you to ask yourself something." He paused and putting his hand over mine continued;

"I'm sure you have already asked yourself this but do it looking in my eyes. Do you, deep down in your heart, believe that I would ever hurt you?" he swallowed and said softly; "There was that one time Meg and only the two of us know that." 

Mark looked away as did, neither of us wanted to go there. Mark looked back at me;

"Really Megan do you think for a second that I hurt you?"

"But Dad said you told him you did! I mean I know Dad can twist things Mark, but he wouldn't lie."

"Megan, Doug hears what he wants to hear." Mark patted my hand. "What do you believe Meg? Do you think I did something terrible to you and then kept it secret?"

I looked into my brother's beautiful eyes and remembered his words at the Wolves Den "I'll never let anyone hurt you Megan." 

"No Mark." I answered softly. "I don't think you hurt me."

"Okay then." Mark said slipping his hand from mine and sitting back in his chair.

"You didn't answer the question Mark."

"No Meg, you answered it."

"I said that I don't think you did Mark that wasn't you saying it."

"It was you saying it Megan." Mark replied shrugging. "You said you don't think I did and I'm saying you answered the question."

Despite my best efforts I snapped again;

"Goddamn it Mark! This isn't the fucking courthouse! "Don't you dare play word games with me!" I pointed my finger at him my voice rising again; "I'm not leaving until you tell me..."

I stopped, as leaning forward; Mark slammed his fist down on the desk hard enough to make the picture of us fall over.

"Enough!!" Mark shouted. "You want me to tell you something?!?"

Mark had leaned forward so quickly I found myself leaning away from the desk as he began yelling;

"You got some fucking balls demanding anything from me Megan!" He pointed his finger at me. "I seem to recall asking you a pretty fucking important question the other night, one that you haven't even answered yet!"

"Fuck Megan, I asked you about the rest of our goddamn lives!" he threw his hands up in the air in frustration. "Hell, I laid my heart on the line for you and you couldn't answer me. I let it go and I'm giving you fucking time."

Mark stood up, and slammed his fist on the desk again causing me to jump.

"Christ, I don't take shit from anyone Megan, and here I am giving you days to answer a question you should have been able to answer right away! I'm letting you play me for a fucking sucker because I know how you are; you need to have time to play all your little what if games and think it all through. I'm sitting back like an asshole because I know it's impossible for you to just go with your heart." 

He took a deep breath and sat back in his seat.

"But that is my choice Megan, I've decided to let you string me along but in the meantime I'll be fucking damned if I'm going to let you demand anything from me! You want an answer then give me one."

As Mark stared at me, I tried to look into his eyes but couldn't. Rather than answer I looked over at the picture of us that had fallen over. How symbolic I thought dryly. Taking a breath I looked back at Mark who was shaking his head.

"No answer? I didn't think so. It's okay Meg; I'll play sucker one more night like we agreed and then tomorrow I'll be the one demanding something, my doormat days are over sis even for you."

I had nothing. Mark was absolutely right. He had opened his heart to me and I was stringing him along. In that light I had no right to ask anything of him. I let out a long breath and started to get up.

"You're right Mark. I...I'm going to get going I'll call you tomorrow."

"Meg, sit down." Mark said softly looking up at me he added; "Please."

I sat back down and watched as Mark leaned forward and propping his elbows on the desk rested his face in his hands. I saw him take several long slow breaths before bringing his head back up.

"Megan, the last thing I want to do is fight with you." He said in a subdued tone. "Really, and I know your upset about your father and I, he should have never said as much as he did." Mark grunted. "But in the end I guess he couldn't resist a chance to turn you against me."

"Mark I... I believe you." I told him reaching across and gently touching his cheek. "I believe you didn't hurt me but I..."

"Megan let it go." Mark said softly.

"Okay." I said removing my hand from his face.

"Megan," Mark began, "I...I love you." He looked away. "I told myself I wouldn't say it again unless I thought you would say it back and in the way I mean it." he shrugged. "But then again I didn't see us fighting like this. I don't want to fight with you Megan, about anything, especially the past."

I felt like an asshole as Mark spoke. Why couldn't I say it back to him? How is it that my brother, who had been through worse than I had as a kid, never mind the demons he continued to battle, be so sure of his heart and I wasn't? Did I not love him? Feeling as if I needed to say something I whispered;

"I don't want to fight with either, I just," I picked my words carefully. "I just feel as if there's something big that you're keeping from me and it's more than just dad. Mark, mom's worried about you. She's told me a couple of times you're not yourself."

"I'm not." Mark said. "I have a lot on my heart."

Heart, not mind I noticed he had said.

"Mark will you call Mom for me? Maybe take her out to lunch at least once before you leave."

"It's not..."

"Mark mom has been good to you. She loves you and you know it. Hell I don't even know why you stopped calling her mom all of a sudden. She told me she's back to Denise. I don't suppose you will talk about that?"

Mark shook his head sadly.

"Can't." He swallowed hard and I swore his eyes were misting up. "I'll give her a call later this week and take her out." he gave me an attempt at a smile. "Okay big sis?"

"She'll be thrilled."

I took a few sips of my coffee as Mark reached out and fixed the picture of the two of us.

"Want me to go Mark?" I asked.

"No you can stay if you want. I'll probably be heading out soon anyway."

Mark looked at his desk and then laughed softly.

"Hey Meg, know what I'm going to do next time I come down your way?"




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 32



"What's that?"

"I am going to wait until you go somewhere and..." As he spoke he reached out picking up the picture of Samantha I had left face down on the desk. "I'm going to rummage through all your drawers."

I slapped my forehead and grinned sheepishly.

"I'm sorry Mark." I said lamely. "The drawer was open and..."

"Tell you what sis, I never knew you were such a nosebag."

Mark sat back holding the picture.

"Poor Sammy." He said quietly. "Bad enough I broke her heart once but then they set her up and I..." he stopped and looked as if he were going to get emotional again. 

"She deserved better, then again that's why I set her free in the first place." 

I understood that last comment far too well. Before I could start dwelling on the past I said;

"I'm sure she will see it that way someday."

"I think she saw it in the Winthrop trial." Mark said finally putting the picture back on the desk. "And not just me tearing her apart in court, but in some of the shit that came out." he grunted "And they didn't even get the worst of it."

"Samantha thought she knew me. She had no idea about me Megan. No idea about Max, or my condition or things like sleeping with my sister for fifteen years." He laughed without humor. "You know silly little things like incest, insanity and attempted murder."

"You know Mark it's funny because Mom and I were talking about Laura this morning, and she brought up Samantha." 

"Interesting." Mark said as if it were anything but.

"Don't be a jerk." I said rolling my eyes at him. "Her point was that Laura and Samantha were both perfect. I mean beautiful, loving, on the way to being successful, everything anyone could want yet Laura felt that I wasn't in love with her and you sent Samantha away." 

"It's not about what Samantha was sis, it's what she wasn't."

"Which was?"

"She wasn't you Megan." Mark answered quietly. "As good as Samantha felt, we always felt better."

I sat there trying to find a reply to that, when I jumped startled by Mark's phone ringing.

"Hit speaker." Mark said pointing at the phone.

I pressed the button and Mark called out;

"Yeah?"

"Hey umm Mark?" Jim's voice came through.

"What Jim?" Mark asked rolling his eyes.

"You might want to come out here you have a visitor."

"I'm busy." Mark said simply.

"I don't know Mark." Jim replied. "I think you could find time. I..."

I cocked my head as I heard Jim say something in the back ground that sounded like 'of course' a moment later a woman's voice came over the phone.

"Oh, and is the bad boy attorney too busy to come out and play?"

The voice was soft, sultry and seductive, the voice of a phone sex operator. Mark smiled broadly calling out;

"I'll be right out Vicky."

I hit the button on the phone and looked at Mark;

"Vicky?"

"Victoria Redding." Mark said standing up.

"What the hell is Victoria Redding doing here?" 

I stood up as well coming around the desk to follow Mark, who had put his back to me and was heading for the door.

"Oh don't get catty Meg," Mark said as I caught up to him. "She was probably in the area and just stopped by."

"I thought she lived in New York." I told him. "Why would she be...?"

Mark turned to face me.

"Meg, Vicky and I are just friends we..."

"Yeah okay Mark." I said rolling my eyes. "I'm sure the two of you just hang out together and talk fashion right?"

Mark smirked.

"Well I'm not saying I've never had the pleasure, but we..." Mark stopped at the look on my face. "Oh for Christ's sake sis, if you must know Vicky is the head of my group. My moving means I'm leaving the group. She probably wants to try to talk me into staying or just say good bye."

"Hmmm a model, and the Mistress of a sex group," I grunted. "I'm sure she can be very persuasive."

Mark rolled his eyes and without another word, or look in my direction, walked out of his office. I followed closely behind him wondering why the hell I was upset. Mark had just told me he loved me. Aside from that we had rules, when we were visiting each other there was no one else. I told myself I was being a fool and had nothing to worry about. Then I saw Victoria Redding.

Redding was sitting on the edge of Paula's desk with her legs crossed and was practically surrounded by Jim Howard, the security guard, and two other men in suits who I assumed were partners with the firm. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach as Mark and I approached her. To say Victoria Redding was gorgeous was to say the sun was a little warm.

Redding's long curly blonde hair flowed halfway down her back and her skin was deeply tanned. There was quite a bit of that tanned skin showing as the dress Redding was wearing left little to the imagination. The dress was white accentuating her tan, and had no sleeves but crisscrossed tightly across her chest to tie behind her neck. The dress was open in a diamond pattern exposing an extremely hard flat stomach, the highlight of which was a sparkling diamond pendent hanging from her navel. The dress hugged her hips, and barely reached her mid thigh showing off a set of legs that were long and perfectly shaped. Those legs ended in a pair of silver stilettos with straps that wound up and around her shapely calves to tie just below her knees.

At the moment Redding was turned slightly away from us talking to Jim who all but needed a bib as his eyes fought a losing battle to focus on her face. The two men lingering to the sides of her were not even attempting to hide their stares. My thought was that Redding was just fine with that as evidenced by the way she was slowly swinging her right leg back and forth as it was crossed over her knee.

"What is this, a party?" Mark asked as he walked slowly over to the desk with me trailing slightly behind him.

"Oh umm hey Mark..." One of the men started, but Mark silenced him by putting his hand up and making a shooing gesture with his fingers.

"Uh yeah guess we should get going." He turned to Redding grinning like an idiot. "So nice meeting you Miss Redding."

"And you as well..." Redding said softly as she made a face as if she could not recall his name.

"Umm... Bob."

"Oh of course! A pleasure." Redding said flashing him an obviously fake smile that still caused him to all but stutter as he said good bye to her.

That smile however became genuine as she turned to look at Mark.

"Why hello my prince!" Victoria positively cooed, as she stood up from the desk to greet my brother as he reached her.

"You look amazing as always Vicky." Mark said taking her hand and bringing it to his lips.

"As do you Mark." Redding said as she slid her hand from my brother's and caressed his cheek with slender fingers that ended in a set of long deep red nails.

Without warning she leaned up and kissed Mark on the lips. It was not a deep kiss, more of a casual peck but I felt a surge of anger go through me as she did it. The kiss was way too familiar; friends my ass I thought. Stepping back Redding made a show of looking Mark up and down then laughed delightedly.

"You're wearing one of the shirts I bought you! It couldn't look better!" She then winked and added. "Unless of course it was on a bedroom floor!" 

At this point the two men, as well as the security guard had reluctantly left although I noticed Jim was still lingering. As Redding continued to eye my brother, who seemed to have forgotten I was even standing there, I stepped up next to him causing Redding to turn towards me.

"Oh, I didn't know you had company Mark." She said giving me a cool smile. 

"Victoria this is..."

As Mark began, I stepped closer to him extending my hand to her.

"I'm Megan." I said softly cutting Mark off before he could introduce me as his sister.

"Why hello Megan." Redding replied, lightly taking my hand and giving me another fake smile. "I'm..."

"Victoria Redding I know." I answered giving her an equally cold smile.

"Vicky, Megan's my sister she's up from..."

"Your sister?" Victoria asked looking at Mark then back at me with what seemed like sincere smile. "Well I'll be damned," she laughed. "Most people think your brother was raised by wolves!"

"He was." I said my smile growing colder. "We're from the same pack."

Redding's smile changed to a smirk as she answered;

"I can see that, same fangs."

As she spoke, I saw Mark over my shoulder stare at Jim, and catching his eye wave him away. Jim rolled his eyes, and coming over to us told Victoria that it was a pleasure to meet her but he had to go. While Redding turned and gave him a kiss on the cheek that I'm sure he would talk about the next day as if she had made out with him I took a closer look at her. Even this close her skin was smooth and flawless and her makeup perfect. As she spoke in that sultry tone and I watched not only Jim but my normally aloof brother hang on every word I realized that Redding practically dripped sex. I could feel it coming off of her in waves. It was more than just confidence; it was raw animal magnetism, the same type of magnetism that my brother exuded. 

Victoria gave another one of those laughs and put her hands on both my brother and Jim's shoulders. While she spoke, I found my eyes wandering down her amazing body. Redding definitely worked out; her petite body appeared to be not just well shaped, but amazingly tight. I could see the tone in her calf and thigh as she lifted her right leg to put her toes to the floor, another show for the boys. As she gave her long blonde hair a deliberate toss, I became painfully aware of my own appearance.

In no way shape or form am I insecure about my appearance. In fact if anything I am guilty of being more than a little vain. Standing next to Victoria Redding however, I felt more than a little over matched. The fact that I had picked tonight of all nights to dress in jeans and a t-shirt did little to make me feel better. As Jim walked away Redding turned once more to face me and I found my eyes straying down to her tits. The material of the white dress was stretched tightly across her chest making it quite evident that she was not wearing a bra. The dress was thick enough to not be transparent, but tight enough to show Redding's nipples pushing against it.

Redding's chest wasn't' large but was not exactly small either, perfect just like the rest of her. As my eyes continued to linger I noticed, that judging by the outline, Redding's left nipple had a hoop through it. Staring at it I caught myself wondering what color her nipples were, if they were light pink like my own or the rose colored shade that always drove me crazy. Letting my eyes drop down to her hard flat stomach I began to envision not only how firm and tight her ass would be, but what the insides of her thighs would feel like. The flesh there would be soft to the touch yet firm underneath. There was no doubt in my mind that her pussy would be smooth and pictured how good the bright pink of her spread lips would look against her deep tan. I... with a start I realized that I was getting wet.

I looked up and immediately wanted to crawl into a hole as Jim had walked away and both Mark and Victoria were looking at me. Redding's baby blue eyes locked into mine and in an instant I knew she had seen me looking; really looking. Redding smiled and then made a show of quickly looking me up and down. Once again I cursed myself for dressing like this. I was painfully aware of the fact that the red sox t-shirt I was wearing was so loose that my small tits were barely visible. I felt like an underdeveloped tom boy standing in front of a goddess. Redding finished her trip up my body and looking me in the eye tilted her head and gave me a smirk as if to say 'oh really'

"So anyway Vicky." Mark said breaking the spell. "Megan's up from Chicago for a few days."

"Chicago?" 

"Yeah, matter of fact Megan's an artist and she sells her paintings out of Abigail's club."

"You know Abigail?" Redding exclaimed flashing me a huge smile. "Well when you get back do tell her that I plan on coming down next month to visit."

"Sure I'll pass that along." I said feeling uncomfortably warm as Redding's eyes were still fixed on my own.

"Perhaps when I come down I'll see you there, and we can share a drink."

"I don't drink." I said reflexively.

"Oh," Redding said. 

Leaning closer to me, close enough that I could smell her Channel perfume, she smiled seductively and whispered; "Then perhaps we could share a dance?"

Before I could answer Redding winked at me, then still looking me in the eye said;

"You have amazing eyes Megan."

"Umm thank you." I said feeling like she was toying with me.

"Almost as amazing as your brother's."

"Mark has beautiful eyes." I told her.

Redding laughed.

"Your brother has a beautiful everything."

Redding turned to look at Mark, who was obviously enjoying this.

"Don't you my prince?"

"I do what I can." Mark said smirking.

"Hmmm that you do. Have you added any new mirrors lately?" 

Before Mark could answer I cleared my throat, and turning from my brother Redding laughed.

"I'm sorry, just not used to having to behave myself around your younger brother."

She had stressed the word younger and I saw Mark smirk again. I felt myself beginning to get upset. Seeing my face Mark started to speak.

"So anyway Vicky,"

"Oh yes." She interrupted. "Well I was in Boston for a shoot and figured I would come see you." She shrugged. "I figured a couple of drinks maybe the Capital Grill and ..." She trailed off then turned to face me.

"I didn't know you had company, but if your sister would like to join us...?"

I was ready to accept when Redding added;

"I mean obviously you'd have to go change first. I could wait here with your brother."

As pissed as the changing crack had made me I was still going to accept. I would be damned if I would leave my brother alone with an overheated super model. I was getting ready to say okay when Mark spoke;

"Actually Vicky, Megan was just leaving."

I shot Mark a venomous look over Redding's shoulder as she turned to look at him.

"Oh? Well that's too bad I would have loved to hear some stories about you my prince."

"Yeah well Megan's only here for a few day and the folks get mad if she spends all her time with her," Mark cleared his throat. "Younger brother."

"It was a pleasure meeting you Megan." Redding said, "And I do look forward to seeing you in Chicago." She smirked; "Something tells me you'll look quite different at the Black Flame."

"Oh, umm yeah." I replied feeling myself beginning to flush I'd had enough of the cracks. "Nice seeing you, but I can always..."

As soon as I started Mark, put his hand on my shoulder and started guiding me towards the desk several feet away where the security guard was sitting pretending to be reading a magazine. 

"Come on sis, Denise is waiting." He said.

"You son of a bitch." I hissed at him in latin.

"Grow up Megan," Mark replied. "Twice you told me you'd see me tomorrow and you keep showing up. I have things to take care of."

"I'll bet you do." I told him.

"Not everything is about sex Megan, Vicky is a friend I do have them."

Before I could reply Mark spoke out loud.

"Hey Roger could you do me a favor and walk my sister out for me?"

"Of course Mr. Phillips." The guard stood up and gestured to me.

"Right this way Miss."

As I looked at Mark he leaned over, kissing me on the cheek.

"Trust me sis."

"Tell me the truth once in a while and I would." I told him.

Mark grunted and without another word, walked away from me and back to Redding. The guard looked at me and I began to follow him. As we reached the elevator, I turned to see Mark and Redding walking into his office. The back of Redding's dress was open almost down to the curve of her ass and my brother's hand was resting right there as her arm was around his waist. I watched as they walked through the door and he closed it behind them. 

The elevator stopped on the first floor and as the door opened I told the guard I could walk out from there. As he went back upstairs I stood there in the hallway furious. My brother had let Redding not only mock me but had sent me on my way like a child while he... I stopped and took a deep breath. Would he? Would Mark do that to me? I didn't want to think so, but as I walked down the corridor our argument came back to me. Why should Mark stay true to me? It's not like I had given him an answer or a reason to. I shuddered as I imagined Victoria Redding's spectacular body, naked and sweating riding my brother in his gorgeous bed.

I past the security desk, and as he buzzed me out the front door my cell phone began ringing. Stopping in front of the building I pulled the phone out and groaned when I saw it was Royce. Knowing he would just keep calling I answered;

"Hey Royce."

"Hey there Megan, how are you?"

"I've been better." I told him.

"Oh. Well ummm..." he paused then said; "Look Megan, Walsh needs an answer. His plane is picking up some of his cronies in New York and he wants to have it swing into Green tomorrow for seven." He took a deep breath. "Well what's the deal sweetie, you going to be on it?"

I hesitated as my mind spun; a series of thoughts fighting through my head. On one side there was my brother's question, My father and Mark, my family. On the other side was my future, not only my future but a way to guarantee a good life for my parents.  

"Megan?"

"One minute." I told him.

Mark should be my priority; my brother had always been there for me and would never let anything come between us. On that note I once again was assaulted by an image of Mark with Redding this time with her on her knees her perfect ass in the air while he fucked her. I opened my eyes as I thought of what Mark would do if this were reversed. He would... my brother would play the game to the best of his advantage.

"Okay Royce." I said into the phone. "I...I'll be on the plane."

"You sure Megan, you sound nervous."

"I am a little nervous Royce." That at least wasn't a lie. "But I'll be there okay?"

"Sounds good to me kid!" Royce exclaimed. "You'll get into Chicago by nine thirty and by ten thirty you and I will be having a late dinner with one Albert Walsh." He laughed. "Not bad for a couple of ex junkies huh?" 

"No Royce not bad at all." I agreed. "But I have to go I'll call you tomorrow."

I hung up without giving Royce a chance to keep talking. I walked quickly across the street to the almost deserted parking garage and getting into Mark's Lexus sat and sighed. My brother wanted games then that's what I would give him. By this time tomorrow night I would either be sitting at dinner talking to Mark about a possible future together or on my way to Chicago to make one hell of a name for myself. I started the car but found myself still sitting there. I looked across the street at the entrance to Mark's building hoping to see him coming out with Redding. The longer they stayed in his office the more Mark would drink and...Then again, if I saw them leave what would I do follow them?

I shook my head trying to keep my mind off of Victoria Redding's perfect everything but still found myself just sitting there with the car running. I jumped as my phone vibrated telling me I had a text message. Clicking on the message I froze;

"Look up."

Slowly I put the driver's side window down and peeking out looked up at the front of Mark's building. Three floors up I could see Mark standing in the window of his office looking down at me. I could see that his tie was off. He had the phone in one hand, and a drink in the other. As I continued to stare I saw Redding come up next to him and put her arm around his shoulders. Mark turned and said something to her. I saw her take the drink from his hand and turning walk away from the window. Mark turned as well and left my line of sight. I jumped as the phone went off in my hand. I looked down at the screen




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 32



"Jealousy is an ugly emotion."

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 Author's note; Well hopefully you can start to feel the momentum starting to build as the day Megan is due to give Mark her answer closes in and the games between the two are escalating. I hope you enjoyed the brief glimpse of yet another member of Mark's group; Victoria Redding. For those keeping track Redding joins Abigail Lefay, Alex Warner, and Allison Saunders (Breaking of Allison, Almost Perfect) as members of Mark's group which will be my next project. As a tease I will introduce one more member before SWB is over.

Now as for next chapter? Well the things really escalate as Megan finally discovers what happened between Mark and Doug. 8 more chapters to go.

On another note I have to say rather I was rather disappointed in the votes/comments on chapter 31 or to be more precise the lack thereof. 31 actually received quite a few more views than the last few chapters telling me more people read it. However, I got far less in the way of votes and comments. I mentioned at the end of "At the feet of my mother" that this is obviously a free site and the only payment we authors get is through votes/feedback and comments. My chapters are fairly long so if you have read this far please take the additional few seconds to vote and if you really enjoyed (or for that matter hated) anything in the chapter please let me know either through a public comment or the Lit feedback form. As always thank you for reading! Lovecraft68



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 33



 Author's note; First off thank you so much to all of you who took the time to vote and send feedback after the last chapter. As I told several readers as corny as it sounds there have been many times when I have been scuffling along and a great comment turned it all around for me, even a negative one as long as it is constructive has pushed me along. Chapter 32 received more votes than any chapter since 13. So thanks you again and keep them coming! Speaking of keeping it coming this will be the third chapter of SWB to post in the last two weeks and I am hoping to keep up the pace as we head for the end. As for the chapter before you it is a big one the dominoes really start to fall after this. As always thank you for reading and supporting my work. Lovecraft68



Pulling into the parking garage of the promenade I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. Parked next to my brother's firebird was a red Porsche Boxster with New York plates. I drove slowly past, before pulling into an empty spot. Getting out of the car, I walked over to the elevator and on the ride up to Mark's floor, asked myself what the hell I was doing. Well I knew what I was doing; I was spying on my brother. Mark's text had been dead on; I was jealous and I did not like the feeling one bit.

I had gone home and tried to tell myself to forget it and to trust my brother but after two hours I couldn't take it anymore. I tried calling Mark several times only to have it go straight to voice mail. I became angry and getting dressed decided to just bite the bullet and find out what was going on. Exiting the elevator I made my way down to Mark's apartment. It was after eleven and the corridor was deserted. Stopping in front of Mark's apartment I placed my cheek against the door and listened closely. I couldn't hear music or voices. I hesitated wondering what was next but it's not like I really didn't know.

Reaching into my pocket I removed the key to Mark's apartment, and slipping it in turned it as slowly as possible. I heard a faint click and waited a few seconds before carefully turning the doorknob. I gently pushed the door open a few inches, and seeing no light in the small hallway quickly entered. There was a lamp on in the parlor, but I could see there was no one on the couch. Entering the room I also saw the small light over the stove on as well, but that didn't mean anything. Due to Mark's unease in total darkness, he always had the apartment somewhat lit at night. Moving slowly through the parlor I tried to think of what I would say if Mark or Redding walked into the room.

I had taken a couple of more cautious steps when I felt my foot kick something. Looking down, I felt the sinking feeling in my gut become a twisting one. I had knocked over one of Redding's silver Stiletto's. Its mate was a couple of feet away, and as I stared at it I became aware of a light out of the corner of my eye. Turning my head I saw a faint glow coming from around the corner. Making my way out of the parlor I saw that Mark's bedroom door was part way open and the flickering of the candelabras was making its way out into the hallway. Moving closer I became aware of the sounds of moaning coming from the room.

Putting my head down I felt my eyes burn as I fought back tears. Yet even as I was stunned and upset by my brother's betrayal, I found myself creeping closer to the door. When I reached it, I quickly stepped past, and turned so that I could stay behind the door, but still see into the room. I could only see part of Mark's huge bed but that didn't matter. My eyes were drawn to the large mirror over his bureau which currently was reflecting the image of my brother fucking the shit out of Victoria Redding.

Redding was on her knees with her ass in the air and her arms outstretched; her long red tipped fingers digging into the sheets as her hands clenched the satin material. As I watched, Redding parted her lips and emitted another loud moan as my brother drove his enormous cock into her from behind. Raising my eyes to look behind Redding I took in the painful, yet still amazing sight of my brother. Mark was on his knees, his hands on Redding's hips, holding her in place as he repeatedly thrust into her. Mark was covered in sweat, the muscles in his powerful chest and arms bulging and glistening in the candle light. The look on my brother's face was one of pure lust as he hammered away at a woman that most men would be afraid to even talk to. 

"Harder, my prince!" Redding panted out. "Squeeze harder!"

"Yes my mistress." Mark whispered softly.

Redding groaned, and my gaze shifted to my brother's hands around Redding's slim hips. Mark's fingers were squeezing her hard enough that I could see the tendons in his hands standing out. I now noticed Redding's moans were beginning to contain more than a hint of discomfort. The next moan ended in a startled yelp as Mark let go of her hip and dealt a wicked slap to her ass.

"Ohh yess!" Redding cried out.

My eyes were immediately drawn back to her face, and despite the heartbreaking situation I let out a sharp breath, and felt my pussy begin to respond. Redding's face was contorted into a mask of pure animal desire. Her face was slicked with sweat causing wisps of her long blond hair to stick to it. Redding's make up was running and her perfect lips were framing a mouth wide open to allow her loud squeals of pleasure. Most arousing however were Redding's big baby blue eyes which had rolled into the back of her head. As I watched, Mark shifted his hands from her hips and placing them flat on her back pushed down. Redding was driven further into the bed, her ass lifted higher allowing my brother to penetrate her even deeper with his massive cock.

Mark was pumping her savagely and I could hear her muffled screams as she cried out into the bed. Keeping one hand planted in her back Mark reached out, and grabbing a handful of Redding's sweat soaked hair yanked her head up. Redding let out a long loud scream of pure ecstasy as she came just from my brother fucking her. That scream sent a warm wet feeling through my pussy, and I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest. Redding began bucking back against Mark who, letting go of her hair once again grabbed her hips. Pulling her up against him, Mark wrapped his arm around Redding's waist, lifting her up so that her back was against his chest. Leaning back on his other arm Mark angled his hips, slamming his cock deep up inside of Redding as she squealed and convulsed, impaled on my brother's beautiful cock.

Redding groaned, and leaned her head back on Mark's shoulder as he continued to pound into her. I heard Mark gasp and his hips began pumping even harder and faster.

"Ohh yes my prince!" Redding cried out. "Give it to me!!"

Mark moaned and pushed Redding off of him. As Mark held his cock in a vise like grip, Redding rolled over onto her side, and opening her mouth tilted her head up. Mark leaned over and with a loud cry let his cock go. Redding moaned in pleasure as a huge spurt of cum splashed into her mouth. Mark started to jerk his cock, but Redding slapped his hand aside and grabbing it herself shoved it into her mouth. Mark moaned and this time it was his eyes that rolled as Redding began bobbing her head rapidly, furiously sucking the cum from his spurting cock. Standing there transfixed by the sight of Mark and Redding's naked, sweat soaked bodies I heard Mark let out that adorable little whimper. The one that I thought he only made for his big sister.

That was more than I could bear and I turned away. As I did my arm hit the door and it swung open. Redding, her head now in my brother's lap looked up as did Mark.

"Christ Megan, you are even fucking nosier than I thought!" Mark exclaimed.

Redding on the other hand smiled. 

"Oh you didn't see her Mark?" She asked. "I saw her peeking in the mirror." 

Redding laughed softly, then as I watched rubbed Mark's still hard cock along her sweat, and now cum soaked cheek.

"That's why I figured I would make a show of this."

As I stood there speechless Mark moaned. Redding had propped herself up a little more and had started rubbing his cock against her tits. I couldn't help but notice that Redding's nipples were as pink as my own and like the rest of her absolutely perfect. Smiling Redding said;

"Well don't just stand there dear, come join us. " She winked, adding in that sultry voice; "We can share your brother instead of a dance."

"I...I..." I stammered. "He...He's my brother!"

"Oh come now dear," Redding whispered. "I'm Mark's mistress, and there are no secrets in our group. I, like Abigail know all about your little taboo games." She laughed still stroking my brother's cock.

"I can't wait to come to Chicago so you and I and Abigail can wear your beautiful little brother out then play with each other. Now come here Megan, I have something for you."

Redding lifted her left leg straight up to expose her pink, smooth, and absolutely dripping pussy.

"Now come share your brother Megan."

"I won't share my brother." I said quietly.

"Then you should have accepted his heart." Redding said. "Now you have to share him with everyone."

The sound of my phone ringing inches from my head mercifully pulled me away from the image of Redding smirking at me with her head in my brother's lap. Sitting up quickly, my heart pounding, I grabbed the phone off the stand. I went to answer it before realizing it wasn't ringing, it was the alarm going off. With a sigh I put it down, and glancing at the clock groaned; it was seven am. It figures, I thought as I reached over and grabbed a cigarette from the pack on the nightstand, I finally fall asleep and it was the one morning I had set the alarm. Lighting the cigarette I debated which I would have preferred; enduring similar Mark related nightmares, but getting more sleep, or being awakened from said nightmares. From the pounding in my head and stinging in my eyes, I think I would have gambled on the dreams.

Reaching back, I propped the pillow up behind me and leaned back into it. For the next few minutes I let my mind drift idly as I smoked the cigarette. Despite the nightmare I felt oddly calm especially considering the potential shitstorm that could be coming when I went to see Mark later. Maybe it was the few hours' sleep I'd gotten, or maybe it was just the fact that the day was here. Only thing I knew for sure was, one way or another, my life was going to be very different by the end of it. Leaning over to put the cigarette out, my eyes found the sketch book I had broke out last night.

Since I have been sober I've used my painting as my escape and a way to work out my emotions. Needless to say I had been pretty upset last night, and had tried to channel that pain into something positive. Turning the pad over I looked at what I had drawn last night. The sketch consisted of a man and woman walking arm and arm while another woman looked on. The expression on the woman's face was an unhappy one. The focus of the painting however was the old nasty looking demonic hag I had drawn floating behind the woman. The hag's hand was reaching around and clutching the woman's chest where her heart would be. Underneath I had written the name of the drawing;

"Jealousy is an ugly emotion."

I had drawn it from the heart letting my own jealousy over Mark and Redding drive the pencil in my hand. Evidently it had been good for me to get it out of my system, as when I finished it, my eyes were watering, and I had drifted off into much needed oblivion. Initially I had figured the drawing would be a throwaway, but now looking at it I began to see its potential. I would alter the resemblance the woman had to myself, but otherwise would keep it the way it was. As was my habit I stared hard at the image until it was firmly etched into my mind. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes, and now seeing the picture only in my mind began to start to add details to it. Slowly letting out the breath, I watched the plain sketch explode into vivid color. 

I now concentrated on that image, and after a minute opened my eyes, grabbed the pencil from the table and began writing down the names of colors in the places they would go. I worked feverishly, my hand blurring across the paper using only abbreviations so I could move onto the next section quicker. When I finished the picture had the resemblance of a child's paint by numbers set. I added a couple of small notes where the colors would require blending then nodded in satisfaction. Maybe it would be the first thing I would paint after I did Walsh's paintings. That is if I did his paintings.

Putting the notebook down, I took a deep breath and thought of how big of a crossroads today would be for me. If things went well with Mark later I would be calling Royce and telling him to tell Walsh he would either have to wait a few days for me or move on to someone else. On the other hand, if things went bad with my brother later then I would be on a plane and heading into a meeting that could cement my career for years to come. In a perfect world today would end with both a resolution with my brother and Walsh still hiring me. Getting out of bed I went over to the suitcase, and quickly dressed in a pair of white shorts and a pink tank top. Once again I put a matching short sleeve blouse over it to cover most of my tattoo.

I walked across the room, and sitting down at the bureau, let my long black hair down. Picking up the brush I slid it through my hair and wondered why the hell I was up so early. Well the answer was simple enough; I had promised mom and dad I would take them to breakfast and I needed to do it early so I would have time to get ready before seeing Mark at his office. I planned on giving my little brother a much better view of his big sister than he had last night. I shook my head at the thought that I still wouldn't compare to Victoria Redding, but in the end, who really could? Switching to the other side of my hair it occurred to me that I even felt better about that this morning. Then again that was because I had taken care of myself last night and got myself into a better place.

After I had pulled away from Mark's office feeling like an idiot that he saw me lurking outside, I had seen that it was only seven fifteen. I drove the few blocks to Grace church and was relieved to find that the Monday night meeting was still there and going strong. I was a few minutes late and sat in the back. In virtually no time I found myself forgetting about my brother's stupid games, and my feeling of jealousy was replaced by one of gratitude. No matter what else was going on in my life the most important thing was my sobriety. As long as I had that everything else would fall into place. I felt a feeling of peace come over me, the type that told me I was exactly where I was meant to be. As always the irony was not lost upon me that here I was a practicing Satanist and most AA and NA meetings I attended were in churches.

When I had arrived at my parent's house they were both still up watching a movie. Mom immediately got up saying she was just making tea and would get me a cup. I smiled to myself knowing that she was full of it and wanted to give me a couple of minutes with dad. I took advantage of the chance, walking over to him and playfully sitting on his lap, asking him if he was mad at me. Dad made a show of trying to look serious but ended up hugging me and telling me that he was mad earlier, but more at himself for getting me upset. I apologized as well for pushing him, and told him I wouldn't ask him again. 

I sat there on dad's lap for a minute smiling and kicking my legs like I used too when I was young. After a couple of minutes however, he told me that as much as he liked the idea of me still being his little girl, he was getting way too old for this. I laughed and told him he was getting smarter in his old age. Last year I had done the same thing and he had told me I was too heavy, asking if I had gained weight.

I hopped off of dad's lap and going into the kitchen told Mom she could stop stalling and the coast was clear. Mom really had made tea so we sat at the table, and I told her that I would take them to breakfast. Mom said they ate early so maybe we could all do lunch. I told her I would get my ass out of bed at the ungodly hour of seven and take them. Mom was thrilled because they had a bunch of friends they met once a week and she could show me off. I smiled tightly as I could only imagine all the years she probably had to avoid conversations about me. 

I then bit the bullet and told mom that I would be going out for awhile before I had to leave for the flight. Mom had gotten a little upset saying I hadn't spent much time with them. I told her that I needed to take care of something and would try to get home a couple of hours before I had to get to the airport. Mom made a crack that she didn't know what could be that important, but cheered up when I reminded her that I would be flying her down in a month or so for a couple of days. Mom and I finished our tea and I went upstairs. Once I had lied down I found myself stewing about my brother and Redding despite the fact that I thought I had put it past me. That's when I had drawn the picture and finally gotten some rest.

Finishing with my hair I grabbed my small make up bag and shoved it into my purse. I planned on getting dressed at my brother's before going to see him; after all it would look a little strange if I left my parents house dressed to kill. As I stood, I looked in the mirror and taking a deep breath tried to prepare myself for what I was about to do. In a few hours I was going to go all in as my brother would say and try to beat him at his own game. No, that wasn't right, I was not going to try I was going to succeed. As I had thought on my Mark's balcony on Saturday night, my little brother had been having his way with his little pets for far too long. It was time little brother learned that his big sister, his first lover and the one who had broke him, was the one in charge.

*****

I sat in the car in same parking spot in Mark's garage as last night, and also like last night was looking up at the window of his office. I had arrived a few minutes ago, but was still sitting there getting my thoughts together, preparing myself to pretty much play my brother dirty. Sitting up I turned the rear view mirror and checked my makeup. I had debated on what today's look should be, and after deciding that I was here to take charge had gone with the dark Gothic look that I had arrived in on Friday night. My full lips were painted blood red, and my eyes done in thick black eyeliner and eye shadow making my already crystal blue eyes stand out even more. Although my complexion was already very fair I had broken out my trusty 'manic panic' Goth white foundation, giving my face a ghostly appearance. Rather than straighten my hair as I usually did when sporting this look I had left the waves in and teased it out even more.

Reaching over to the seat next to me I picked up a short sleeve black button up blouse, and leaning forward in the seat slipped it on. It was one thing to walk into Mark's office in stiletto's and a mini skirt but a laced up corset was a bit much. As I buttoned the blouse I couldn't help but smile at the top which I had bought at a boutique that specialized in clothing for exotic dancers. The corset was all black with red leather laces up the front. The real treat for my brother however, was underneath. The boutique had a large selection of body jewelry and on a whim I took a look.

I'd been wearing the barbells for quite some time only changing the colors over the years so maybe it was time for a change. As I stood in front of the display I picked up a pair of silver hoops and was going to buy them when my eyes caught the mannequin over in the corner. The mannequin was decorated in a pair of gold hoops that were connected with a thin gold chain. The chain went down to go through a hoop in the naval and continued all the way around the waist resting just over the hips. Spinning the display I found the set in silver and bought it along with the corset. The skirt and heels I had brought with me.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 33



As I looked down at my smooth white thighs and long legs, I had the immature thought that I would like to see the look on Redding's face if she saw me like this. Something told me that her baby blue eyes would have taken a much longer journey up and down my body then they had last night. I glanced at the dashboard clock and saw that it was a few minutes until noon and decided to have a cigarette. Mark's schedule that I had seen on Paula's desk last night had him with twelve to two open for paperwork. My brother was meticulous with his schedule so I knew I would be able to see him, but wanted to wait until a few minutes after noon. As I smoked and looked back up at his window I thought back to how upset I had been last night.

By the time it wasn't until just before I had gone to sleep that I had convinced myself that Mark had really just been messing with me. Redding had not been on his schedule and he had seemed surprised that she had shown up. Mark had mentioned before that he and Redding had only been together a couple of times and that they were friends and attended functions together for show. However Mark had seen my reaction, and thinking on his feet had turned it to his advantage, driving his point down my throat. In the end though my brother had offered me his heart and had insisted that he wanted my answer. No matter how drunk he would have gotten last night, he would not throw his chance away with me for a piece of ass, even one as fine as Redding's.

Still this morning as I had sat there at breakfast with mom and dad, I had kept looking at my phone. Part of me wanted to come up with a reason to call my brother and see if he would apologize. The other half of me kept waiting for him to call or text me with an apology or even a 'Christ Meg, I was just messing with you'. I received neither and forced myself to hold my ground and not call him. Besides I needed my showing up today to be a total surprise. After I had dropped my parents back off at home and listened to my mother, who seemed uncharacteristically annoyed with me, telling me again that she didn't know why I couldn't spend my last few hours just with her, I had gone to the boutique. 

From there I had gone to my brother's to shower and change. While there I succumbed to my feelings. I had intended on changing in his spare bedroom where I had put my things but unable to help myself I had gone into his bedroom. When I entered all I could smell was the nightshade incense he burned every morning when he prayed. As always, his bed was made and walking over to it, I hesitated before pulling the sheet down. Feeling like a suspicious wife who had been away, I sniffed his pillows and even the sheets themselves. I'm not sure what I would have done if I had smelled Redding's channel perfume, but to my relief all I could smell was Mark's Prada cologne. Before lifting my head I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, I loved that scent on him. 

I turned from his bed feeling a little better about things, although the paranoid part of my mind reminded me that they could have stayed at a hotel. No, I argued with myself, Redding had mentioned the mirrors. My brother's bedroom was a legend in and of itself; no woman who had been in it would ever settle for a hotel suite. Then again he could have been afraid I would snoop like in my nightmare and...I had forced myself to stop there. I would know the second I looked into my brothers eyes when I saw him at his office. As I turned to walk out and go take a shower I looked at the banner that Mark had hung over the mirror that sat on his bureau. The banner had been made to resemble parchment and written across it in old English lettering was a quote from Marque De Sade; 

"It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure."

De Sade had meant this in a sexual way, but as I looked at it I felt that it described the paths of both my brother and I. The two of us had traveled a long hard road to get where we were. As I left the room I wondered if the pleasure at the end of that path could be each other. That thought caused me to remember Mark's comment about us wasting time after I had slept with him the first time after Samantha.

I forced myself to the here and now, and with a long sigh tapped the cigarette out into the ashtray. I had stalled long enough. Getting out of the car I left the garage and started to cross the street. I smiled and held back a laugh as a black Honda driven by a young guy in his twenties came to a squealing stop, almost getting rear ended so he could let me cross in front of him. As a reward I sauntered very slowly past the front of his car giving him a little wave as I did. Washington Street was three lanes and I walked straight across. Apparently long legs in a short skirt brought out the manners of male drivers. As I gave the driver of the last car a big brainless smile, I couldn't help but wonder what the reaction would be had I just been in the corset.

I walked through the first floor of the office building loving the double takes of every man I walked past. I knew part of it wasn't just that I looked pretty hot, but the outrageous look I was carrying. I'm sure several of the women who looked cattily at me were wondering if I was an escort who wasn't very discreet or a stripper showing up for some one's birthday. I rode up to the third floor with a car full of guys who all seemed to be losing the battle to not stare at me. For their benefit I stared straight ahead giving them the chance to look if they wanted too. As I walked out of the elevator, I couldn't resist a quick look over my shoulder. I laughed as I saw them all make a show of looking around when I caught them staring. I turned away giving my long black hair a toss, and putting some extra swing into my hips as I walked away.

Walking past the main desk and towards the corridor where Mark's office was it occurred to me that to a degree it might look a little bit odd, me showing up to see my brother looking like this. On the other hand however, this was the advantage of hiding in plain sight. I was Mark's sister and the only thought that would pass through their minds would be that I was as out there as he was. As I turned into the corridor I walked past Bill the senior partner that had been drooling over Redding last night. Bill looked up casually as I started past him then all but gave himself whiplash turning to get a look at me. I said hi to him but kept walking. I could feel his eyes on me and thought 'take that Victoria'. 

I reached the foyer to Mark and Jim's offices and walking up to Paula's desk waited for her to get off the phone. Paula appeared to be in her mid forties and resembled a stern school teacher. Her graying hair was pulled into a bun and she was wearing a white button up blouse and no makeup at all. As she was speaking on the phone she looked over at me, and after looking me up and down rolled her eyes. Paula had only been working for Mark for the last few months and although I had spoken to her once or twice on the phone we had never met. The only thing Mark ever said about her was that she was good but could be a real bitch. I stood there patiently for a couple of minutes until she got off the phone.

"Let me guess, you're looking for Mark?"

"I am." I said. "I'm..."

"A few hours early dear. Mr. Phillips works until five, so move along." She grunted. "Hopefully he isn't paying by the hour and your meters not running."

"Excuse me?" I asked putting my hands up. "I'm his sister."

"Sure you are." She looked at me again. "Guess he's off the schoolgirl kick and back into the Elvira phase."

"I'm not one of his girlfriends I..."

Paula laughed humorlessly, and began to speak as if I weren't speaking at all.

"Listen here Miss; take a good look at me. Do I look like the kind of Secretary Mr. Bad boy attorney would hire? The answer is no." She pointed at me.

"No all of Mr. Phillips secretaries, interns, and assistants looked like you," she smirked. "Well not quite, they were much younger."

"Anyway," she continued. "After the firm realized they were paying all of them to be under Mark's desk instead of behind this one, they hired me." She tapped the desk. "Specifically so no one like you goes in there."

"Paula," I began. "I'm Megan we've spoken on the phone." Paula looked at me suspiciously. "Remember I called Monday and asked if he had court? You said he was clear all week?"

"Oh." Paula said looking more closely at me. "Jeez Megan I'm sorry!" She grinned sheepishly. "They really did hire me because of some of your brother's umm... habits?"

"Trust me I am well aware of Mark's habits. I've been watching him chase girls for a long time now."

"Right and you know I do see the resemblance." Paula shook her head. "You're into all that dark shit too?"

"Yeah that dark shit." I nodded. "So..."

"Let me tell him you're here." Paula said. "He's just trying to clear up some paperwork."

As she spoke Paula reached for the phone.

"You know what Paula? I really want to surprise him. Can I just go in?"

"Oh okay sure." Paula said waving me towards the door.

I walked past Paula noting her shaking her head as she watched me walk past. I wanted to laugh at the irony of her thinking I was here to fuck Mark because, well of course that was exactly what I was here for. I walked over to Mark's door, and turning the handle as gently as possible opened it, letting myself in. Mark was sitting hunched over his desk reading a file, and I saw that he had headphones on, listening to his ipod. I closed the door behind me and made sure to thumb the lock on it. Wouldn't do to have Paula, or anyone else for that matter, come walking in. 

I walked about half way over to the desk, not wanting to come all the way up and startle him and softly called out;

"Hey little brother."

Mark must have had the music on soft, as he immediately pulled the headphones off and looked up.

"Hey Meg I'm..." He stopped and looking me up and down burst out laughing.

"Gee thanks." I said putting my hands up. "Not really the reaction I was looking for."

Mark stopped, and closing the folder in front of him said;

"I'm sorry sis, you look damn hot, and you know it." he laughed again. "It's just, I mean you don't have to come in here and prove you're as hot as Vicky."

"I don't think anyone is as hot as Vicky." I said simply walking over to stand in front of the desk, and feeling as if I had already lost momentum.

"I don't know sis," Mark said looking at my legs again. "You're looking pretty good."

"Yeah well you haven't seen the best part yet." I told him.

"Listen Meg," Mark began. "I... look nothing happened last night. It was like I said Vicky came down to see if I was really leaving. We had a couple of drinks went to eat and she went to her hotel."

"It's okay Mark," I said trying to keep the relief out of my voice as I could see it in his eyes he wasn't lying. "I should have trusted you and..."

"Well let me say this Meg, I would be lying if I tried to say I didn't get a kick out of seeing you jealous." He sighed. "And I owe you an apology because I really played it up and I shouldn't have."

"Like I said Mark I shouldn't have gotten all catty." I smiled at him, thrilled to get the apology I had been hoping for.

"Maybe not, but I had no right acting like that." He shrugged. "I just... I don't know Meg I think I was trying to prove a point, but was being an asshole about it."

"Hey Mark listen neither of us are too good at things like..."

"Let me finish." Mark said. "Part of why I got like that is I just wanted you to see what I've gone through, but you were right about the drinking I'd had way too much and I just..." he stopped and looking up at me simply said. "I'm sorry Megan."

"Thanks Mark," I leaned over the desk and took his hand. "That means a lot. It really does, and I am sorry I was thinking that you would do that to me." I laughed, removing my hand from his.

"I don't know how mad I could have been though, because I mean damn that woman was hot." I winked at him. "Had me getting hot and bothered."

"I know, she asked me if you were into women."

"And you said...?"

"I said depends on the woman." 

"Good answer." 

I came around to the side of the desk, sitting on the edge of it and crossing my legs. Mark's eyes left my face and wandered down the length of my legs to focus on the stilettos and my blood red toe nail polish. I took the time to look my brother over; unlike last night Mark was dressed fairly plain in a charcoal grey shirt and black Dockers. He wasn't wearing a tie and had rolled the sleeves of the shirt up exposing his muscular forearms. 

"You know Mark," I began. "You always told me I was the most beautiful woman you'd ever known, but after seeing Victoria last night I think you're just being nice."

Mark pulled his gaze from my legs and looking into my eyes put his hand on my knee.

"You'll always be the most beautiful woman to me Megan."

I smiled and could feel myself blushing under my makeup, it was amazing how after all this time a remark like that from my brother could make me almost giddy. I looked down at his dark hand on my white leg and felt my body starting to respond to him. I began to slowly kick my leg back and forth. As I did I rubbed it up my other leg causing the strap to slip over my heel. The next time I kicked my leg out, I let the shoe dangle from my toes. That was something that always drove my brother crazy and once again his eyes gravitated down to my foot.

"Well I'll be honest with you Mark there was a part of me that when I was getting dressed, wished Victoria could see me like this." I laughed. "You know honestly I might have the legs on her." I shrugged. "Maybe the eyes, but past that she's got it all over me."

"She's not the one that has my heart." Mark said. 

He was still looking down at my foot as he said it and as soon as he spoke I saw him turn his head away as if he hadn't meant to say it. I laughed softly;

"My my councilor," I said. "You are either very smooth, or very sweet."

Before Mark could answer I looked at his face which he had turned back to me and said;

"You look tired little brother."

"I am." Mark said.

His hand slid from my knee and down my leg towards my foot. I held my breath waiting to see if he would make this easy on me and start. Mark's fingers lightly ran across the top of my foot sending a warm feeling through my pussy. After resting his hand on my foot for a moment he pulled it away and sat back in his chair.

"I'm glad you stopped by so I could tell you I was sorry, but what brings you by here all done up?" he smiled. "Love that make up."

"Well, I will admit to wanting to hear you tell me nothing happened last night, but mainly can't a girl just look good for her little brother?"

Before Mark could answer, I leaned down to him parting my lips and tilting my head.

"No kiss hello Mark?" I whispered, my mouth inches from his.

Mark's eyes met mine and I winced at how red they were. I also noticed they couldn't stay still, a sign of his being not only tired but nervous.

"Well I..."

"Come on baby this is your favorite lipstick." I slowly licked my lips. "Come give your big sister a kiss." 

As Mark hesitated I placed my hand along his cheek and guided his lips to mine. He didn't resist and I kissed him softly, my lips barely grazing his. Still holding his face, I slid my lips lightly across his, teasing him. Mark took the bait leaning in and catching my lips for a longer deeper kiss. As we kissed I noticed Mark's face was warm under my hand and I became aware of a tremble in his lips. Breaking the kiss I sat back up and noticed Mark was shaking his leg back and forth under the desk.

"You okay Mark?" I asked.

"Yeah, just a little tired." He answered.

After he spoke he wiped at his lips with his hand and looked at it.

"Why Mr. Phillips you naughty boy," I said playfully. "You have your big sisters lipstick on your face." I winked. "Wonder where else you'd like it?"

Mark gave me a nervous smile then looked down at his desk carefully keeping his eyes off my legs. Reaching out I grabbed his chin and turning it towards me stared into his eyes.

"Damn Mark, why don't you take something to sleep?"

Mark shrugged.

"You seem nervous Mark." I said as I lightly ran my fingernails across his cheek.

"Yeah well I guess I have something on my mind." He gave me a poor attempt at a smile. "Wonder what it could be?"

"Oh, that," I said with what I hoped was a mischievous smile. "Yeah I guess that would make for a long day."

Mark frowned at me;

"Good to see you're taking this seriously."

"Awww don't be mad Mark," I gave him the pout, before continuing in the little girl voice. "Maybe I just know something you don't know."

"And what would that be?" Mark asked.

He had spoken very slowly and I knew he was trying to keep his voice and face neutral while he tried to figure out what I was up to. Watching his face closely however, I did catch just a hint of a smile around the corners of his lips. I paused, feeling a hint of guilt knowing he was getting his hopes up that I was being playful to tell him what he wanted to hear.

"Well before we get to that Mark," I began, now using my regular voice. "Is it okay if I ask you something?"

Mark nodded;

"You can ask me anything Meg."

Sliding off the desk and standing in front of him I put my hand on his shoulder and took a deep breath; here we go.

"Mark, will you please tell me what happened between you and my father?"

"Jesus fucking Christ Megan!" Mark yelled. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

As he yelled he started to stand, but I quickly put my hands on his shoulders and said;

"Easy Mark, easy."

"Bullshit! I..."

"Shhh." I put my finger to his lips. "Listen Mark, I know this sounds stupid, but I promised Mom I would ask for her."

Mark rolled his eyes, but remained in his chair.

"I didn't want to lie to her so I just figured I would ask." I paused removing my finger from his lips and rubbing it across his cheek again.

"I'd like you to tell me Mark, but if you don't want to answer then just say no and we let it go okay?"

Mark stared at me, then shaking his head said;

"No."

"Okay." I nodded. "I tried right?"

"Whatever Meg," Mark said. "Well I need to get back to work. I'll call you..."

"Hey," I said smiling at him. "Relax little brother, I came to have a little fun and," I winked. "Maybe talk a little."

As Mark looked at me suspiciously, I walked behind his chair and putting my hands on his shoulders began massaging them.

"But fun first." I whispered as I leaned over and kissed his neck.

"Meg, I..."

"My my Mr. Phillips, you are tense aren't you?" I asked as I continued to knead his shoulders. "Hmmm tell you what though, you make tense feel pretty good."

I slid my hands down and squeezed his biceps. Goddamn how good he felt.

"Megan, I need..."

"To relax baby," I said softly in his ear. "And who better to help you relax then your naughty big sister.

As I spoke, I slid my arms around his neck and started undoing the buttons of his shirt. After undoing the first three I reached up with my left hand, and placing it along the side of his head turned his face towards mine. He started to say something but I kissed him softly. As I held my lips to his I slid my right hand into his shirt rubbing his chest. Mark pulled his head back.

"Megan I'm not doing this right now I.... oh!" Mark gasped as I pinched his nipple.

"C'mon baby," I whispered in his ear, "We've never played in your new office and you'll be leaving soon."

I placed my lips to his neck sucking gently. Mark let out a sigh and tilted his head to the side giving me better access to his neck. I slowly trailed my lips along his neck up to his ear, where I gave him a playful nip. Mark leaned back in his seat, and I could feel his heart begin to beat harder as I gently rolled his nipple between my fingernails. I slipped my other hand down his shirt as well sliding it down his chest and caressing his hard flat stomach. I rested my head on his shoulder as my hands roamed under his shirt. I felt my own heart beating faster and my pussy heating up at the feel of his amazing body beneath my touch. Mark turned his face into my hair and I smiled as he breathed deeply.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 33



"Strawberries." He said softly.

"I bought a bottle today," I said as turning my head I pushed my hair further into his face. "I remember you used to love it."

"I still do."

"Good," I told him. "I want you to remember all the things you love about me."

I removed my hands from his shirt and quickly undoing the rest of the buttons started to tug it out if his pants. Mark lifted his hips off the chair to make it easier for me. As soon as I had it out I reached down and started to undo his belt. Mark's hands caught my wrists.

" Okay enough, stop it."

"Aww please let me..." I began

"I told you yesterday Meg, not until we talk."

"Yeah but..."

"I mean it Megan."

Mark pulled my hands away from his crotch and sat up in his chair. Standing straight I walked back around, and sitting on the edge of his desk, grabbed the pile of folders from the middle of it, and dropping them on the floor slid over until I was directly in front of him. Mark went to stand up, but raising my leg I planted my heel on his chest.

"Hey stay there Mark," I pulled my foot back, slipped the shoe off, then put my bare foot onto his chest.

"Ohh that looks good doesn't it baby?"

Mark grabbed my ankle and I let him push my foot down.

"I said..."

"And who says we're not going to talk baby?" I asked.

"We're going to talk?"

"Hmm-mmm" 

Reaching out I grabbed the arms of Mark's chair and pulled him closer to the desk. Kicking off my other shoe I put my feet on his thighs and my arms around his neck. Leaning over until my face was directly in front of his I smiled;

"After we play."

"Megan I have someone coming in at two."

"And?"

"I really think we need more time than that to talk Meg."

"Of course we do." I agreed, and placing my mouth next to his ear said quietly. "But how much easier would the rest of your day be if you knew the answer?"

"You're going to answer me?" Mark asked his eyes widening. "Really?"

I took a breath, feeling that twinge again at the look of delight in my brother's eyes. Quickly shoving it away I nodded.

"Sure I mean we'll have a lot to talk about tonight, but an answer wouldn't take long now would it baby?"

Mark started to speak, but I put my finger to his lips. 

"But not until we play," I removed my finger and leaning in gave him a quick kiss. "I want you Mark, let's have some fun then you'll have your answer."

"Why not before?" Mark asked.

"Honestly?" I asked smirking at him. "Because I don't like not making the rules Mark," I shrugged. "You put me on the spot little brother and maybe I just want a little control back."

"Another game sis?" Mark asked trying to look angry, but there was no conviction in his voice.

"Well little brother," I said sitting back on the desk. "You know at the end of all of our games there really is only one rule."

As I spoke I started unbuttoning my blouse.

"And that is?"

I finished with the buttons, and opening the blouse slowly slid it off of my shoulders. Mark's eyes widened as he took in the corset.

"Why the most important rule little brother is that your big sister makes the rules." I paused and grabbing the end of the tie pulled on it undoing the first knot of the corset. 

"I..." Mark's eyes had been glued to my chest and with an effort he raised them to my eyes. "How do I..."

"Mark, I wouldn't lie to you, I promise you play along and I will give you your answer." I laughed softly. "I just want to make you earn it that's all."

"Earn it?"

"Well maybe that's the wrong word; I just want to enjoy you first and..." I winked. "I have a sexy surprise for you if you play."

"I..." Mark hesitated, and without waiting for him to speak I undid two more knots so that my tits were all but hanging out. Placing my hands over them I said;

"Red and black little brother, your favorites on me," I opened the corset a little more and smiled. "Make you think of anything?"

"Our first time." Mark said quietly. 

"That's right Mark, the night that..."

"You made me a man." Mark said grinning a little. "I know, the night you took what you..."

"Not just that Mark." I said. "I mean yes I took you, but it was also the first night that I really gave myself to someone."

"Gave..."

"Remember Mark, I had problems with men. Our first night was the first night that I completely gave myself to a man and enjoyed every minute of it. No worries, because my beautiful little brother loved me and would never hurt me." I reached out and caressed his cheek. "In away Mark you were my first as well, my real first time, the one I cherish the most."

"I never thought of it like that." Mark said quietly, then gave me that adorable shy little smile; "I like it."

"And what else about your big sister do you like Mark? Is it these?"

I undid the last tie and opened the corset wide exposing my tits complete with their new accessories.

"Damn." Mark said reaching out and taking the chain that connected the hoops in my nipples between his fingers.

"Yeah you like the new look?" I asked then moaned as Mark's other hand found my right nipple and tugged on the hoop. 

"That's what this is for." I told him touching the chain and smiling. "You want to yank my chain Mr. Phillips?"

"Oh yes," Mark whispered.

"Then go ahead baby. I... ohhh yeah."

I groaned as Mark pulled the chain causing the hoops to tug at my nipples, then yelped as he slid his fingers further down the chain and yanked hard. The yelp quickly turned back to moaning as, still keeping the chain taut, Mark reached up, flicking his finger across my right nipple while leaning in and licking the left. I closed my eyes feeling my pussy begin to drip at the mixed sensations flowing through my sensitive nipples. As Mark switched and began playfully flicking his tongue across the right one while pinching the left, I reached out and slid the shirt from his shoulders.

I let out a sharp hiss as my brother pulled the chain further towards him causing my nipples to stretch. A moment later it was Mark's turn to gasp as I dug my long nails into his shoulders and scratched down and across his chest. Reaching his nipples I gave a hard pinch. Mark groaned and so did I as he responded by catching my nipple between his teeth and biting down. I wrapped my hands into his thick black hair, holding his head as I shoved my tit further into his mouth. I sighed contentedly as releasing my flesh from between his teeth; my brother's soft tongue began to swirl gently around my hard pink nipple, as his fingers teased the other. Removing my foot from his thigh I placed it on his crotch and felt another surge of moisture flow through my pussy at how hard he felt, even through the pants.

Mark moaned as I started rubbing my foot back and forth. Spurred on by that reaction I added my other foot pinning his cock between them. As Mark's tongue continued to switch back and forth between my tits, I removed my hands from his hair and lightly ran them across his broad shoulders and muscular back. I started to move my feet from Mark's cock, but letting go of the chain, his left hand darted down and catching my ankle, pushed my foot harder into his cock. 

"Ohhh someone likes his sister's feet doesn't he?" I cooed.

"Love them." Mark whispered as he removed my nipple from his mouth.

"Then show me."

Leaning back away from him I went to prop myself up on my elbows, but hit something with my arm. I started to lean back up.

"I... well then!" 

I laughed as my ocd plagued brother stood up from the chair, and leaning over me, swept his arm across the desk behind me. I heard paper fluttering and a couple of things hit the floor.

"Little brother you made a... mmmm."

I was silenced by Mark's pressing his lips into mine. Unlike the playful kisses I had used, my brother's had a sense of urgency; his mouth pressing hard into mine and as my lips parted slightly driving his tongue into my mouth. I was leaning back on my elbows and couldn't put my arms around him, so instead I wrapped my long legs around his waist and drew him closer to me. I groaned into his mouth as I felt his hard cock pressing into my pussy through the material of our clothing. As our tongues played across each other, I started pumping my hips, grinding my pussy against him. Mark's hands cupped my face as he continued our passionate kiss and again I could feel them trembling.

Un-wrapping my legs from his waist I drew my knees up to my waist and forced them between us. Putting my bare feet flat on his chest I pushed hard with my legs causing him to stand up.

"Sit back down baby, and show me how much you like your sister's sexy feet."

Mark sat back down, and grabbing my ankles brought my feet to his lips. Looking me in the eye he teasingly flicked his tongue across just the tips of my toes. My pussy was so wet I was beginning to squirm on the desk. Seeing the look on my face Mark smiled and slowly sucked two of my toes into his mouth. 

"Ohhh that is soooo nice." I whispered as his tongue swirled around my toes.

Mark removed them, and one at a time started sucking and licking each of my toes. By this time I was beginning to pump my hips up and down. Part of me wanted to lie completely back so I could free up a hand to fondle myself, but then I wouldn't be able to watch. Proving once again how well my brother always knew what his nasty big sister needed, Mark let my left foot go and started sliding his dark hand up my creamy white thigh. I had no doubt that at this point my thighs were trembling as much as my brother's hands. Mark's fingertips lightly brushed the soft skin of my inner thigh, before rubbing my pussy through the thong.

"Soaked right through." Mark said softly 

My reply was stopped short by the whimper of pleasure I released as my brother slipped two fingers into my thong and deep into his sisters sopping wet pussy. 

"Oh pump them!" I moaned. "I... ohhh yeah!"

Mark began sliding his fingers in and out of my pussy as I asked. I heard him sigh in pleasure at the wet sucking sound my pussy made as he slid his fingers almost all the way out before shoving them deep up inside again. While finger fucking me Mark continued to work the toes of my right foot in and out of his mouth, and I almost kicked him in the face, as the next time he drove his fingers into me he pressed his thumb to my swollen clit. As good as my red painted toes looked being worked over by my brother's tongue; I let my head loll back and closed my eyes as Mark's talented fingers perfectly played his sisters needy pussy.

Feeling Mark let go of my ankle I let my foot slide down his chest and stomach before finding his hard cock again.

"Ohh little brother, take it out!" I moaned feeling how fucking hard it was.

"I think you should." Mark said. "Come here."

I cried out in surprise as grabbing the chain, Mark tugged hard sending an exquisite blend of pain and pleasure through my nipples.

"Shhh!" 

"S-sorry, I... ohhhh"

Mark's thumb had sped up on my clit as he tugged again on the chain. I sat up and leaned forward, loving the feeling of him using the chain to control me. It wasn't quite as much fun as the times he had put me on a leash but it was close. Oh, you are a sick puppy Megan; I thought a real sick puppy! When I was sitting straight up Mark slipped his fingers from my pussy.

"Oh don't tease Mark!" I begged. "Oh that felt so good!"

"No worries sis, your little brothers not a tease," Mark winked. "At least not for you anyway."

I smiled as I recalled saying that to Mark as I had lied between his legs blowing him the first night we had been together. Amazing how well we both remembered it. Mark started to bring his fingers up to his mouth, but grabbing his wrist I pulled them to my face instead. After breathing deeply, inhaling the sweet smell of my pussy from his glistening fingers, I opened my mouth and waited. My brother didn't disappoint; shoving his fingers between my lips where I eagerly sucked them into my mouth. I moaned as I tasted myself off of my brother's flesh, and saw a look of pure lust come over his face as he saw my eyes roll back in pleasure. As I started swirling my tongue around them, Mark said;

"Let's see what else that tongue can lick."

Mark tugged hard on the chain again. Sliding off the desk, I dropped to my knees between his legs and looking up at him whispered;

"Yes Sir Mr. Phillips, whatever you want."

I leaned forward; sucking Mark's nipple into my mouth as my hands deftly undid his pants. As he had done to me I caught his nipple between my teeth and bit down hard. Mark gasped but the sound was lost under my moan as I reached into his boxers and felt the head of his cock. Mark's cock had been dripping and my hand was instantly sticky with it. Letting go of his cock I grabbed the sides of his pants. Taking his cue, Mark lifted his hips and I pulled both his pants and underwear down to his ankles. 

I grabbed my brother's huge cock and with no hesitation took it in my mouth and began sucking on it hard and fast. I had planned on teasing and being playful, but Mark had me so worked up that I just had to taste it. Mark didn't seem to mind as he moaned and began to run his hands through my hair as I blew him. I began to take him further down each time I worked him into my mouth and within moments had my lips around the base of his shaft. I held him there moaning at the sensation of my mouth being stretched wide and full of my brother's hard flesh. Mark's hands left my hair and finding my nipples began to tease them with his finger tips.

Bringing my own hands into play I began jerking him off with my left while using my right to gently massage his balls as I once again started rapidly sucking his cock. I kept my tongue pressed hard against his shaft as I bobbed my head up and down and at the end of each stroke swirled it around the sensitive head of his cock. Each time I did this Mark would moan and thrust his hips, sending his cock back down my willing throat. Removing his cock from my mouth but still pumping it with my hand I looked up at Mark and smiled.

"Paula didn't want to let me in because she thought I was one of your little sluts." I paused and flicked my tongue across the tip of his cock. "And I said but I'm his sister!"

Mark started to laugh but that quickly turned into a moan as I returned to sucking his cock as if it were the last time I ever would. I quickly shoved the thought that if things backfired on me that it very well could be. Looking up I met my brother's eyes and held them as I continued to take his cock all the way down to the point my lower lip was touching his balls. Mark's fingers sped up on my nipples as he became more excited, and I could feel his thighs beginning to tremble. As much as I would love to taste my brother's cum in my mouth we didn't have a lot of time and I so needed him to fuck me.

I stopped sucking his cock, and standing up turned around so that I was leaning over the desk and wiggled my ass in his face. Grabbing the desk Mark pulled his chair closer, and then unzipping my skirt, let it drop to my feet. I felt Mark's lips on the cheek of my ass and giggled;

"Hmmm look at you kissing your big sister's ass!"

I yelped as Mark bit my ass, then moaned as sliding the thong aside he slipped his fingers back into my hot pussy. After thrusting his fingers in and out several times Mark removed them and grabbing the sides of my thong worked it over my hips and slid it down to my ankles.

"Oh yeah Mark, you give me that hard cock now! I need I.... oh you bad boy!"

I gave a startled moan as spreading my cheeks open Mark began tonguing my ass. I started moving my hips trying to get his tongue to slide down into my pussy but Mark moved with me keeping his soft tongue on my ass and pushing it in. I stopped squirming and let out a squeal as Mark finally stopped teasing and plunged his tongue into my dripping pussy. Still holding me wide open, Mark started to move his head back and forth tongue fucking me. I folded my arms on the desk and resting my head on them whimpered as my brother's tongue swirled around inside of me. Pulling his tongue out Mark slid it down through the soft wet folds of my pussy until it found my clit.

"Ohhhh Mark," I sighed quietly as he sucked my sensitive clit into his mouth. "Ohh that is so good!"

I closed my eyes as I stood bent over my brother's desk, my ass in his face as he eagerly devoured his big sisters pussy. Oh you are still a nasty girl I thought. I opened my mouth and gasped as Mark slid a finger into my ass as he started sucking harder on my clit. Mark had already had me close when he was fingering me and now between his tongue and finger I could already feel my legs starting to shake. Mark started sucking even harder, and I started lifting my hips up and down in time with his plunging finger. I started panting and wiggled my ass in his face as I felt the orgasm building deep within me.

Mark let go with his right hand, and sliding it underneath of me grabbed the chain and pulled it hard. I turned my head and bit into my forearm to stop from squealing as the pain in my nipples sent me over the edge. I put my head down between my arms and let out a muffled cry as the powerful orgasm crashed through my body. Mark's mouth was still on my clit and his finger buried in my ass as I bucked my hips wildly into him. I bit my lip as it was everything I could do not to scream as my brother's attention kept the orgasm going. I felt my knees start to buckle and had to grab the edge of the desk to stop from sliding down. Mark slowed his tongue on my clit as my movements became less frantic and I let myself go, slumping into the desk as the last of the amazing orgasm flowed through me.

Mark let go of the chain, gave my clit a gentle kiss, and sliding his finger from my ass whispered;

"My turn."

Mark stood up, and grabbing my hips drove his cock deep inside of me with one long thrust. Once again I buried my face into my arms, as just as I had done with blowing him, Mark was wasting no time fucking me. Holding my hips tightly Mark drove his enormous cock deep into inside of me. Despite my best efforts I was letting out little yips that sounded like hiccups every time Mark's cock buried itself to the hilt in his sister's welcoming pussy. I grabbed hold of the edge of the desk squeezing hard, as my brother's huge dick pounded relentlessly into my warm wet flesh. I could already hear Mark beginning to gasp as he fucked me and knew that like me, he was too worked up to hold back much longer.

Reaching down between my legs, I extended my hand so that each time his cock plunged into me my fingers caressed his balls. Mark moaned and I released another muffled cry into the desk as he began fucking me even harder. At this point Mark was fucking me so hard our flesh was making loud slapping noises, and I found myself worrying about how good Paula's hearing was. After several more savage pumps that had me all but biting into his desk, Mark groaned and I felt his cock explode inside of me. I sighed in pleasure as Mark slowed up, but now each long slow pump was ending with another long hot spurt of cum. Mark made that adorable whimpering sound as his cock twitched once more. I grabbed his balls and massaging them pushed my hips back into him and was rewarded with not only a few more drops of my brother's cum but another of those little whimpers.

"Oh damn." Mark said softly and letting my hips go sat back hard in his chair.

I stayed where I was bent over the desk trying to catch my breath and summon up the energy to stand up. I could hear Mark panting behind me, and closing my eyes I forced myself to take several slow deep breaths. When I could no longer feel my heart racing I stood up and began to try to get my head together for what was next. Bending over I reached down and pulled my skirt and thong back up. After zipping the skirt, I walked around the desk to where the rest of my clothes were. I slipped the corset back on, but only laced it part way up before putting the blouse over it and buttoning it. I turned back to look at Mark, who was also standing and was tucking his shirt back into his pants.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 33



I walked back over to his side of the desk, and after slipping my heels back on looked over to see Mark was sitting back down in his chair and smiling tiredly at me.

"Damn that was something." He said, still sounding out of breath.

Leaning over, I put my arms around him and kissed his cheek. I could feel my heart pounding again, but this time from nerves not excitement.

"Well I figured it would be a proper send off no?" I asked.

"Seeing we'd never done it here I guess so." Mark answered.

"Not your office Mark," I said, turning his face towards me and kissing him softly on the lips. "I meant you."

"Me?"

"Of course you!" I exclaimed pulling away from him and stepping back from the chair. "What kind of big sister would I be if I didn't come here and give my beautiful little brother a proper goodbye?"

The smile left Mark's face.

"Goodbye?"

"Yeah Mark I have to leave in a few hours."

"You have too..." Mark paused, shook his head and asked. "What?"

"Royce called me last night little brother, Walsh wants to see me tonight he's even sending a plane to pick me up at Green." I shrugged. "I would have called you last night but you were..." I smirked at him. "Proving your point."

"Wait a minute," Mark said. "You're leaving tonight?"

I laughed.

"Wow Mark you must have really be tired, I said that twice already."

As Mark stared at me I quickly leaned forward, kissed his cheek and turning, walked around to the other side of his desk.

"Anyway Mark I have to get going I'll call you when I land."

Mark started to open his mouth then stopped. I could practically see the wheels spinning behind his eyes. Raising his hand, Mark started to point at me then bringing it to his face rubbed at his eyes.

"Well wish me luck Mark, I'm..."

"Are you fucking kidding me!?!" 

I jumped, as when he yelled Mark had brought his hand down slapping the desk hard. Despite the fact he had startled me I felt a sense of satisfaction; Mark was rattled and already off his game.

"Calm down Mark." I told him. "You're getting really loud and..."

Right on cue Mark's phone buzzed. Stabbing the speaker button savagely with his finger Mark snapped;

"What?"

"Ummm Mark is everything okay in there? I thought I heard..."

"Mind your business and hold my fucking calls until my sister leaves!" Mark growled into the phone then hit the button before Paula could respond.

"Hey Mark it's not her fault your mad," I began, doing my best to sound calm. "I mean..."

"Let me get this straight," Mark began his voice trembling as he struggled to keep his voice down. "We were supposed to talk tonight and you make plans to hop a plane and go make money instead?"

"No Mark if..."

"I have people coming in here at two and it's..." Mark glanced at the screen on his lap top. "One o'clock." He put his hands up. "A lousy fucking hour Meg? Is that all I'm worth to you?" 

I flinched as he hit the desk again.

"So this is why you came in like this? Fuck me get me all relaxed then tell me that I have a time limit to have the biggest conversation of our lives?"

Looking him in the eye I said;

"We don't even need the hour Mark," I shrugged. "I already have my answer."

"Your answer?" Mark looked at me incredulously. "Your answer? I'm the one who's supposed to be getting a fucking answer!"

"And you did." I said simply.

"I did? I...." Mark paused then frowning blurted out; "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"See I don't have to answer Mark because you answered for us." I said forcing my voice to remain steady despite the pounding in my chest.

"What the hell does that mean?" Mark demanded.

"It's simple Mark; I asked you a question, a very important one. You don't think I'm worth an answer. Therefore you're not answering is my answer."

"You..."

Mark stopped and narrowing his eyes appeared to be thinking, for the first time in longer than I could remember Mark looked totally confused.

"You never answered me." he said finally.

"Right Mark, like I said you answered it." I couldn't resist a smirk. "Sound familiar?"

"I... wait." Mark stopped then looking at me his eyes widening said;

"Are you talking about Doug and I?"

"Yes Mark I am." I nodded. "You don't think I'm worth telling the truth to so why should I think I'm worth anything to you?"

"Bullshit!!" Mark snarled. "That's fucking bullshit!! That has nothing to do with us Megan, nothing!!"

"No Mark it has everything to do with us! I deserve an answer!"

"You deserve an answer? I fucking asked you first!! I..."

"You asked me first?" I said in a mocking tone. "What are you ten Mark?"

Before he could start up again I put my hands up in a calming gesture and began speaking softly;

"Mark the other night you opened your heart to me and you want me to do the same to you right? You want us to talk about starting a life together no?"

"I..." Mark took a deep breath and forcing his voice to stay calm whispered; "Yes."

"Okay, you want that, but yet you don't trust me enough to tell me what's going on."

"Oh please Megan you know I trust you and..."

"Then prove it to me." I told him.

"Prove? You want me to prove something to you?" Mark pointed his finger at me and I saw his hand was shaking. "I think I have more than proven myself to you over the years!"

"I have been through hell and back with you Megan, hell Saturday night you were sitting in my lap crying and telling me how much you appreciate me never giving up on you and always being there when no one else was." He laughed harshly. "But I don't answer one fucking question and now I have to prove myself to you? Please."

"Yes Mark you do have to prove something to me you have to prove that..."

"And you know something Meg? Why the fuck should I? You already have a flight scheduled. Even if I did answer you, you taking off." He shook his head.

"Megan if you don't want me fucking say it. Don't use Doug as an excuse, you were leaving tonight anyway. Walsh is more important to you then I am and..."

"Oh now who has the poor fucking me's?" I snapped. "You know what Mark? How does it feel? How does it feel to be on the other end of one of your little fucking games?"

"This isn't the time for games Megan, this is about..."

"When Royce called me last night Mark I told him I would leave tonight otherwise I might lose Walsh. I told myself last night that I would leave the decision up to you. If you told me about you and dad, showed me you trusted me ,I would cancel the flight and Walsh could wait a couple of days."

Mark rolled his eyes, but I ignored him and continued.

"And you know what Mark? If Walsh lost interest, then oh well."

Walking up to the desk I leaned over and put my hand over his.

"Mark you're the most important person in the world to me and I would forget about Walsh in a heartbeat, but..." I removed my hand and stepped back again.

"If you aren't going to talk, if you don't think enough of me to tell me what the big secret is then guess what?" I put my hands up in an 'oh well' gesture. "I'm going to go meet Walsh and make one hell of a name for myself."

I sighed and shaking my head said;

"It was in your hands Mark, you decided not to tell me and..."

"You don't need to fucking know!!" Mark shouted. "I asked you about the rest of our lives and you're busting my balls because I won't talk about...."

"You used to tell me everything Mark!" I yelled back at him. "We never had secrets! Hell Mark you even told me about your condition, now you won't tell me this!"

"One thing Megan, one fucking thing!" Mark said. He paused then continued in a softer voice "Why does it matter why he hates me? Why can't you..."

"It's more than just the story Mark it's the point."

Walking back over to the desk I sat down in one of the chairs across from him. 

"Mark if you want us to be everything to each other then you can't expect me to start out with you keeping secrets from me."

"Megan something's are better left alone." He shook his head in frustration. "Why can't you trust me?"

"I do trust you Mark. That's all the more reason I want to know why you won't tell me."

"Let sleeping dogs lie sis." Mark said softly. "Please."

"Mark what the hell could be so..."

"Megan, Doug told you it happened a long time ago. Why wake up old pain?"

"Because it obviously needs to be dealt with and..."

"Meg, all those years you were messed up part of the reason was guilt. The pain you felt you caused kept driving you back to the drugs." Mark sighed. "You're better now Megan why would you want to drag up old shit? Don't you blame yourself for enough for the past? Why add more?"

"Mark, the more you talk the more I need to know." I told him. "Stop trying to make me sound like I ..."

"Christ Megan," Mark cut in. "Even Doug doesn't think you should know, that's both of us. Why can't you just..."

"Mark for years what stopped me from even thinking about us was that I wasn't your equal. I was a mess. But Mark I have been straight for years now, I have my own life, and it's a good one, but you not telling me means you don't think I'm your equal Mark, that you think I'm..."

"I never said you weren't my equal."

"But I felt that way. Now, I'm finally in a place that I don't anymore and you want to treat me like I'm not.

"Drop it Megan," Mark said. "I know what's b..."

"Best for me?" I asked my voice raising. "Is that what you were going to say?"

"Yes," Mark said. "I know you Megan, and you don't need to know about..."

"I am not my mother!!!" I screamed at Mark the anger and frustration finally getting the better of me.

Jumping out of the chair I pointed at Mark and started yelling at him.

"My father never told my mother anything he didn't think she could handle, and I am not her! I will not go through life next to a man who thinks he is going to fucking pick and choose what I can and can't handle!"

"Megan listen..."

"No Mark you listen! I am not the weak willed needy little basket case that needed her brother to take care of her! I am a strong independent woman and I will not be treated like one of your pets!"

"Oh come on Meg..."

"What do you fucking think Mark? I'm going to get upset and go running for a bottle? Like I said yesterday; glad you think so highly of me!"

"I'm just trying to protect you," Mark said quietly. "I..."

"I don't need to be protected! You want to be part of my life, but you want to keep part of yours secret? Well that isn't how it fucking works Mark! It's not all cuddling up and great sex and fun, it's about bullshit too and dealing with it together. We always stuck together Mark, always! Now when you want it all, you want to share nothing!" 

I stopped yelling and stood there breathing hard and taken aback at how upset I had gotten. Mark also appeared to be surprised and was sitting there quietly staring down at his desk.

"Tell you what Mark," I said softly. "I'll give you one more shot. Tell me about you and dad and right in front of you I will call Royce and tell him to cancel the flight."

To my dismay, Mark suddenly smiled as if he had just solved a puzzle.

"One more chance?" He asked. "Or the chance you planned all along."

Sitting back in his chair Mark looked me in the eye and said;

"Fine Meg, I'll call your bluff." Shaking his head, he added. "I'm not telling you sis. It's not worth..."

"It's not worth me apparently!" I snapped at him. "Guess you can't want me that bad if you think this is a fucking contest." 

I turned to leave then feeling the anger rising again, spun back around to face him.

"You arrogant little bastard," I hissed "You really think this is one of your games? You think you can win something?" 

I grunted and shook my head.

"Well guess what Mark? This time you lose, well no actually we both lose."

I wanted to say more but stopped as I felt myself choking up. Taking a deep breath I continued;

"All these years and in the end we were over before we started." I waved my hand disgustedly at him. "You win Mark you keep your precious secret." 

"Oh like you..." Mark started but I cut him off.

"Good luck in LA Mark I'm sure you'll take whatever you want out there." I could feel the tears beginning to flow down my cheeks as I finished; "Maybe someday you'll figure out that hearts can't be taken they have to be given."

Without waiting for a reply I turned and started to walk towards the door, as I did I spoke loud enough so that he could hear me.

"I'll call you tomorrow and let you know about Walsh. If you don't care you don't have to answer."

I reached the door when Mark said;

"Megan, stop."

I stood in front of the door and without turning around asked;

"Why Mark? You have a new game to play?"

"You were the one playing today Megan and you know it." Mark said.

Even though I knew he was right I shook my head disgustedly and put my hand on the doorknob, but stopped short of turning it as he finished;

"But you win."

I paused for a moment, then turning around slowly walked back over to the desk.

"You're going to tell..." I started, but Mark cut in.

"Megan, just like you asked me I am going to ask you; will you please trust me and let this go?"

Looking him in the eye I immediately answered;

"No Mark, and stop being so dramatic, this isn't the courthouse I can handle it."

"Okay Megan," Mark said softly. "Okay, you want to prove you're a big girl and think you know best then sit down."

I sat down across from him managing to resist the urge to snap at him for that last remark. Mark looked into my eyes for a few seconds then with a sigh stood up. Removing a set of keys from his pocket Mark walked over to the large fire proof filing cabinet against the wall. Unlocking the bottom drawer Mark reached in and removed a black metal box. Walking back over to the desk he sat down placing the metal box in front of him. I felt my heart start to beat faster and my stomach begin to tighten as I watched Mark stare at the box. With an air of resignation he unlocked the it and pulled a large white envelope from it. Pushing the box to the side Mark reached into the envelope and removed a yellow folder.

Mark looked down for a moment, then reaching across the desk handed it to me. Taking the folder from him I opened it then hesitated for a moment as I looked at Mark, who was staring at the envelope in my hand as if he were already regretting handing it to me. Reaching in, I pulled out a stack of papers and looked at the top one. It was a large sheet of yellow notebook paper with handwriting across it.

"Its ten o'clock, do you know where your daughter is?"

I slid the paper to the side and gasped as I saw a full color eight by ten picture of myself bent over a table. On the table was a mirror and I had a straw in my hand. The picture was taken close enough that you could see the lines of cocaine on the mirror. I swallowed hard and immediately thought that this was what had almost beat Mark at the Winthrop trial. A nightmare come true for me; someone using my past to disgrace and blackmail my brother. Mark would never want me to go through that and was ready to let an innocent girl suffer ...

"Keep going." Mark said softly cutting into racing thoughts.

Letting out a long breath, I slid the picture off the stack in my hand and saw another piece of paper.

"Don't worry Mom she's okay, she's with her brother!"

My fingers trembling, I removed the paper. I cried out dropping the stack of papers as if I had been burned. The stack landed face up and I felt the room begin to spin as my eyes refused to tear themselves from the picture. In it I was naked on my hands and knees, and behind me was my brother. Mark was pulling my hair as he fucked me from behind, my eyes were glossy and I was obviously wasted. I was also obviously loving it, as my mouth was wide open in a scream of pleasure.

"Wh... where... did you g...get these? I..."

I stopped finding that I couldn't speak, and finally tearing my eyes from the picture, I looked up at my brother who shaking his head flipped the white envelope across the desk where it landed on the stack of pictures. Looking down I felt my heart skip a beat and a sharp pain in my stomach as I saw the address on the envelope.

"Mr. and Mrs. Doug Hanson."



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Lovecraft68



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 34



Authors note; Few things here; first the mistake that I overlooked in 31? Well I guess I am not as detail conscious as I thought cause you guys came up with a few! Very humbling! The winning guess however, was Mark's Movado watch that disappears during sex and of course the fight. Reason I caught it, is said watch plays a part in a later chapter. Now onto this chapter; this one was a struggle on what to keep and discard, like some other chapters it contains some older things from a more "novelesque' work. I also had to decide between this and the next chapter what went where. I opted to make this one longer to not break the flow of the next one which is critical to the remainder of the series. Now I mentioned chapters back about how people would handle less erotica. After many said it would be okay and some even admitted to skipping or skimming it I now have many e-mailing to tell me the sex is hot and don't change anything. 

I think this chapter is balanced well with a lot (and I mean a lot) of details of the story and a fairly long fun flashback. I emphasize fun because it's your last look at some. If you think SWB is dark to begin with, three of the next four will not be for the faint of heart. Well if I do my job anyway. Also; once again a lot of votes and comment on the last chapter! Thank you and please continue! Now one more thing this series has been going on awhile and several people have commented several times and been very supportive as I get towards the end I am going to do some "dedications" I mentioned people now "defending" the sex. One member in particular keeps telling me my scenes are the hottest on lit. Well I personally thought this scene is hot (I don't always's it is different when you write them) So I dedicate this flashback "The Dirty Dog" To one "MasterEarl" This one is for you my friend. As always thank you. Lovecraft68

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I sat there in Mark's office feeling as if I were trapped in a nightmare. Staring at a picture of my brother and I having sex, I told myself that I must have fallen asleep, this couldn't be real! The pounding in my head and twisting in my stomach however, confirmed my worst fear and that was that this was not a dream. I tore my eyes from the picture and looked over at Mark. My brother was sitting there watching me. Mark appeared to be strangely calm as if now that he had shown me this, some of the burden had been taken from him.

I looked back down at the photo of Mark fucking me doggy style and tried to say something. What came out was a sob that caught me by surprise. I let out another one and realized that I couldn't speak, after the sobs, all that came out were some dry gasps. I swallowed hard and tried to stand, I got part way up, and as the room began to spin fell back into the chair. Mark got up and quickly walking over to the bar, reached into the small fridge under it, and brought out a bottle of water. Coming over and kneeling down next to my chair, Mark opened the bottle and handed it to me.

"Take a few sips," He said softly. "But slow."

I took the bottle from him, and almost dropped it; my hands were shaking so badly.

"Here."

Mark wrapped his hands around mine, guiding the bottle to my lips. As he had told me too, I slowly took several swallows. I nodded and Mark put the bottle on the desk. I turned to look at him and tried to say something. Before I could Mark put his arm around my neck, drawing my head into his shoulder. I slid my arms around his waist and just let myself lean into him. Neither of us said anything, I couldn't and Mark I'm sure didn't want to. As I nuzzled my face deeper into the comfort of his embrace, Mark started lightly running his fingers through my hair. After a couple of minutes the pounding in my head subsided, and when I opened my eyes things were no longer spinning. Easing myself back from Mark I picked up the water and after drinking some more handed it to him.

Mark finished it then reached down to take the pictures.

"No," I said softly putting my hand over them. "I...I need to see them."

Mark looked like he was going to argue, but instead nodded and slowly made his way back around his desk where he sat down. Taking a deep breath, and summoning up what nerve I had left, I picked up the stack of pictures. I hesitated, then sliding the picture of me on my hands and knees from the top, looked through the rest of them. With each picture I felt another kick in my heart and a sinking feeling in my stomach. There were at least two dozen photos and although only the first two had a piece of paper covering them, the rest all had yellow post its attached to them with a nasty remark.

One photo featured me on my knees with Mark's cock halfway in my mouth, the attached post it reading; 'Here let big sis kiss it all better'. The picture underneath it was the reverse; I was lying on a bed with my feet on Mark's shoulders and my hands in his hair as his face was buried between my legs. The comment to this one read; 'Here little brother, let your sister show you how the girls like it'. As I went through the pile I noticed that they were obviously old; looking at our faces I would guess that Mark and I were in our early twenties. I stopped and shook my head at the next picture; I was on the floor with my back against the bed. Mark had my wrists pinned in his left hand and was pulling my hair with his right while he had his cock buried in my throat. This one was marked with the caption; 'Now that is no way to treat your sister!'. The last photo was the worst. In it I was on my knees looking up with my mouth wide open and my tongue out, while Mark was standing over me jerking his cock off into my face. I could see splashes of cum on my lips and cheeks. The final message here was; 'I thought Megan was the one who did the painting? 

As awful as the picture was I couldn't stop looking at it. There was something disturbing about it besides the obvious subject matter. I forced myself to focus my spinning head and really look at it. The background wasn't familiar at all, I knew it wasn't Mark's apartment at Mitch's, nor did it look like a motel room. The bed and the chair that I could see in the picture appeared to be pretty worn and the shade in the window in the background was torn. I had the impression that wherever it was, was pretty sleazy. I started wondering where it could be when I was struck with what was odd about the pictures; it was how close they were taken. Not only could I clearly see the cum on my face, but looking back at the one of Mark face fucking me, I could plainly see the tears on my cheeks from my eyes watering as Mark's huge cock was forced down my throat. 



I tried to remember if Mark and I had ever set a camera up or taped ourselves. I didn't think so, but god only knew there were times when we were that age that we had been pretty wasted when we fucked. No, if we had ever taken pictures of ourselves one of us would have had to develop them and would have them. Obviously someone else had taken these, but whom? They had to have been right in front of us. I rubbed at my temple as I tried to maintain focus. Forcing myself to put the picture down, I finally let it flow over me what these pictures really meant; that my mother and father had seen them. That they knew that we had been having sex and that... No, that couldn't be, they had never said anything to me. I felt a glimmer of hope surge through me. Mark had somehow pulled the case out, meaning the pictures had never been delivered. I found myself staring back down at the pictures again. As bad as they were they had an almost hypnotic quality to them.

"They're like looking at a train wreck." Mark said quietly as if reading my mind.

I nodded in agreement. Reaching out I picked up the pictures and put them back in the folder so I would stop looking at them. I also decided that there was no need to spin my mind about the where, when and about my parents as my brother obviously had all the answers.

"So now you know." Mark commented as I pushed the folder and envelope back towards him.

Mark shook his head and sighed heavily;

"I told you Megan, something's are better off..."

"Mark, where the hell did these come from?" Before he could answer I added; "And who? I mean..."

"They came from Alex." Mark said leaning back in his chair and rubbing at his own red rimmed eyes.

"Alex?!?" I exclaimed in shock.

"Yeah Alex, Megan," Mark sighed; "Everything you said I was keeping from you is right here; a lot of questions but only one answer."

"So..." I paused to pull my thoughts together before continuing. "So this is why you were going to quit the trial?"

"Yup." Mark said simply.

I waited to see if he was going to volunteer more but as I stared at him he simply looked back at me. As I sat there it struck me how terrible this really was.

"That motherfucker," I snapped. "That asshole used to call you his brother, said we were family and he did this?"

"Winthrop was going to lose Megan." Mark began. 

"But Mark! I mean this..."

I stopped as Mark put his hand up.

"Let me just explain it okay Meg? Winthrop and Alex went way back, their grandfathers were friends. They were both third generation Harvard boys club, spoiled little rich kids."

Mark leaned back further in his chair and folding his arms across his chest continued;

"When Steven the third raped Alicia Carson, Winthrop's first move was to try to buy her off and it failed. Next he did buy off someone in the AG's office and then hired McCallister. The prosecution corrupted and one of the best lawyers in the country on his dime, his kid was going to walk."

Mark removed one of his hands from his waist and pointed at himself.

"Until I got involved that is. The AG let me take it to take the heat from him, and make it look like a fair trial again. Winthrop couldn't win a fair fight with the evidence I had so he started with all the dirty tactics and it wasn't enough. I could not be bought nor could I be intimidated."

"Winthrop remembered that Alex and I were tight so asked him to step in. I showed Alex the pictures, proved to him Winthrop was guilty," Mark shrugged. "To me Alex was a decent guy and I figured he would step back; I was wrong."

Mark paused to rub at his face and as he did I could see his hands trembling. Leaning forward now and resting his hands on the desk he went on;

"Alex was upset with Steven, but told me to let his father handle it," Mark rolled his eyes. "I told him no, I was not letting this go so he could do it again."

"That's when Alex brought up Max and how guilty I had been and he bought off the judge. Long story short it was time to repay a favor."

Mark laughed softly;

"It took fifteen years to come around but it just proved that Alex Warner never does something for nothing. He knew I would be a hell of a lawyer and figured he was "banking" one for down the line if he helped me."

"So Warner took this as a challenge, one of our little games but to the nth degree because at the end of the day what was at stake was an innocent girl's future. Richard Adams from the Journal and Jake Roberts the councilman were both in Warner's pocket. I let them play with me; I didn't care because everything just seemed to make me come out even more popular."

Mark gave me a wry smile;

"Everyone loves a besieged underdog." Mark frowned. "That's when Warner made a big mistake and took it too far."

"Samantha." I said quietly.

"Exactly, Warner had no idea what Samantha had meant to me, thought she was just a pet. So the gloves were off and I destroyed them in one press conference. At this point it was down to me and Reggie and I was handing that charlatan his fucking ass."

"To the point I received a phone call from Winthrop asking me what the best deal I could make for his son was." Mark shrugged. "Perfect world no deal, but as ballsy as I was I knew that it was a major deal for a punk like Winthrop to do anytime let alone a couple of years so I told him I was willing to bend and we agreed to talk about it the next day at his office in Boston."

Mark stopped speaking for a moment and I sat there silently waiting. After a minute Mark tapped the folder with the pictures.

"That's when I get the pictures."

"He sent those to you?" I asked.

"Yeah, well copies of them, with a note for me to meet with him which I did that day." Mark let out a deep breath. "Alex threatened to put them up on the net, pictures of Mark Phillips having sex with his sister. Even if I managed to get them yanked they would go viral and be everywhere from Yahoo to fucking incest porn sites. There was no way out of them even for me. The state would have to get rid of me and I might even be disbarred, after all incest is a crime."

"So you were going to fold?"

"No, honestly my first reaction was fuck it, you know me, and I'm not going to be bullied."

Mark then looked away, and as I watched reached into his draw, pulling out a pack of Marlboros. I waited as he lit one and took a long drag before going on with the story.

"But you know at the end of the day Warner's good; pointed out that I was selfish as usual."

"What did that mean?" I asked.

"It meant that I wasn't looking beyond me. Alex brought up what it would do to your parents and of course to you. Alex knew how close we were." Mark laughed. "Literally apparently." 

"Anyway, Alex asked what I thought this would do to you. He knew how hard you had worked to get your family back, to repair the past, knew how much it meant to you. Those pictures would ruin that and as he put it; could even push you back over the edge and into the drugs again."

"Mark, nothing could make me.,."

"Not a gamble I was taking Meg," Mark said shaking his head. "No way would I roll the dice on your life sis, no way in hell."

"Yeah but..." I started but Mark kept speaking.

"Besides Meg, by then the case had been going on for months. I was exhausted, strung out, upset about Samantha, and you can imagine what it was like when I got these."

"I think I know." I said dryly.

"Alex may be a prick Megan, but he's a smart player. He knew he could never win by attacking me personally so he went with my one weakness, the only thing I really care about." 

"Me." I said softly, feeling that old feeling of guilt coming back to me. From day one I had been afraid I would bring my brother down and I almost had.

"So I told Alex that he won, in exchange for his word that the pictures wouldn't get out, I was going to step back from the case. McCallister was going to go back to it was rough consensual sex and without me, Jim wasn't going to be able to handle him. Remember all they needed was reasonable doubt."

"But something else had to happen Mark I mean..."

"Obviously." Mark said tapping out the cigarette and then placing his elbow on the table put his face into his hand.

As much as I needed to know the rest I could tell Mark was exhausted and pushing himself to even tell me this much. Deciding to go in a different direction for a few minutes I spoke up.

"But Mark, who the hell gave Alex those pictures?"

"What do you mean?" Mark asked. "No one gave them to him."

"Well then who did he buy them from?" I pressed. "I mean Mark those things have to be over fifteen years old. Where did he find them to use them against you?"

As I asked I began to get even more upset thinking someone besides Warner had them.

"Megan," Mark said looking at me as if I were missing something. "Alex had them all along."

"He...what?" I asked. "You're saying Alex has had these for years?"

"Exactly, he knew we were fooling around and..."

"No Mark, you tricked him remember? The Polygraph?" 

Mark shook his head.

"I thought I did too, but thing is Meg, Alex never stops thinking. I mean let's face it; he had us dead to rights and was fucking with us. I knew that if I let the voice loose I could beat that test so I let it look like I couldn't, then let it take over and make Alex think he was wrong."

"And he did Mark," I told him confused. "I mean he was all but in tears apologizing to me."

"Right he was but," Mark emphasized the word. "What I didn't see coming was Alex eventually realizing that I beat the polygraph in the lawyer's office the next day. So when the smoke cleared from Max, and Murdock was telling him how I aced the test, Alex got his brain going again."

Mark paused to light another cigarette and this time held the pack out to me. I took one and leaned forward so he could light it for me. We both took a drag and let out identical sighs as we exhaled that would have been comical under normal circumstances. 

"So Alex wants to know, not so much to come back at us with it, but he needed to know if he had been right or not. He had us followed and got those pictures."

"Let me get this straight," I began. "Alex Warner has known that we're lovers for fifteen years and has never said a word?"

"You got it." Mark said nodding. "He didn't want to lose me as a friend and decided that just knowing was enough. It was a game to him, every time he saw us together back then he was laughing under his breath."

"But why keep the pictures? I mean if him knowing was enough then..."

Mark cut me off with a harsh laugh.

"It was all about the game Meg. Trust me when I tell you that Alex has a fucking filing cabinet full of folders on anyone he has done or ever will do business with, and in each of those folders is a pretty little skeleton just waiting to see the light of day."

Mark took the cigarette from his mouth and as I watched put it out in his palm. As always I winced just watching him do it, but his face registered no discomfort at all.

"So, if this never happened..."

"Right," Mark agreed before I finished. "If I had never gone against him those pictures would have rotted away in his safe."

"My god," I said. "Every time he saw us he knew. " I grunted. "I went out to dinner with him a couple of years ago, Christ what he must have been thinking; probably figuring I was coming up here for a conjugal visit."

"Why you weren't?" Mark laughed. "But honestly, the way he talked he seemed to think we had stopped as time went on. He just kept saying how sick we were 'back then' I think you moving to Chicago had him thinking that."

"So someone took those pictures and brought them to Alex?" I then voiced my fear. "So someone else knows about us Mark, and we don't know..."

"Alex just told the guy to get pictures of us fucking, he told him you were his girl and he wanted proof you were fucking around on him." Mark smirked. "Told him the more explicit they were the higher he would pay." 

I looked down at the folder and whispered;

"They must have been pretty expensive." I looked back up at Mark. "But still Mark, these pictures..."

"What about them Meg?"

"They... I mean goddamn are they close Mark, it's like we were fucking right in front of him!"

"We were." Mark said simply.

"We..." I shook my head. "Mark who the hell..."

Mark rolled his eyes.

"Damn Meg, you have blocked some shit out. You mean to tell me you don't remember our little show up in New Hampshire?"

"I..."

I narrowed my eyes and thought. Back when we were younger Mark and I frequently would take weekend trips and have fun going to bars and hanging all over each other. No one knew us in those places and we would get drunk and then get turned on by acting like a couple in front of people who had no idea we were siblings.

"Oh come on Meg!" Mark said. "The Dirty Dog?" he smirked. 

"Oh my god." I said softly. 

As soon as Mark had said the name of the bar I remembered it. We had...

"See sis you can remember things when you need too." 

I put my head down and tried to fight off the series of images that night brought back to me. I knew that if I let my mind go the entire night would come back to me as if it were yesterday. That's how things worked for me, it was the reason I worked hard on being able to shut off certain thoughts. I hadn't just been drunk that night I had been flying on coke as well. I paused in my effort to focus on something else when another thought occurred to me. I had just gotten through fighting with my brother about me being able to handle things, by always shying away from these thoughts I was proving Mark right. Closing my eyes I surrendered and let my mind take me back to one of the crazier and now apparently most costly nights, in our colorful past.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 34



New Hampshire 1992

Could it get any better than this? I thought as I wrapped my arms around my brother's neck and kissed him. I was young, hot, drunk, and making out with my brother in full view of the two dozen or so people who were also in the bar with us. Mark found a way to make it better however, by not only slipping his tongue into my mouth, but by sliding his arms around my waist and grabbing my ass hard with both hands.

"Hmmm" I groaned into his mouth while working my hand down between us to give his cock a quick squeeze.

Mark responded by slipping one of his hands under the short denim skirt I was wearing and pinching my ass. I broke the kiss and gave a little yelp that turned into a gasp as my brother pushed his hand between my thighs from behind and the edge of his hand stroked my pussy through the thin material of my lace panties. Mark's hand lingered and I bucked my hips against him causing my pussy to slide across his hand several times. 

"You're wet, you little pig." Mark said smirking.

"And you're hard you bad boy." I replied and god was he!

"Me bad? I'm not the one with my legs spread."

"No," I whispered in his ear. "But you're the one playing with your sister's pussy in front of people."

Mark slipped his hand from between my legs, letting my skirt drop. Not that it had far to fall seeing it barely covered the cheeks of my ass to begin with. I would say that I wouldn't be able to bend over without fear of exposing my ass, but that would be a lie. Fact was I had been finding excuses to bend over all night. Every time I did I made sure I turned my head to see the looks on the faces of the bikers that had been watching me from the time we had gotten here. When I wasn't flashing my little red panties, the guys were still getting an eyeful of my well shaped legs. Those legs, which were to me my best feature, appeared even longer due the shortness of the skirt as well as the three inch heels of the knee high white go go boots I was wearing. 

Then again, due to the extremely tight denim vest, with the top three buttons open and no bra underneath, my small but perky tits were getting quite a bit of attention as well. The vest was sleeveless and I had gotten quite a few remarks about my medusa tattoo as I strutted my ass around the bar. I had teased my long raven back hair out to the max and all in all was sporting quite the bad girl look. Course in a place like this I fit right in. The name of the bar was the Dirty Dog and it more than lived up to its name. The place was dirty as hell and populated mostly by bikers who appeared to be only slightly less grubby than the bar. The rest of the crowd consisted of a couple of guys in jeans and work boots, and a few of the biker's girlfriends who weren't all that much more presentable than their boyfriends. 

In addition to their skanky appearance most of the women there were in their later thirties or older and looked like they could kick half of the guy's asses. All the more reason that a young, pretty, wild thing like me, was getting more than her fair share of looks and comments from the men around me. I'm sure if I had been alone or perhaps with someone like Tommy this look could get me in trouble in a place like this. I however, was with my badass little brother and there would be no fucking with his big sister while he was around. Pulling away from him, I took a minute to look Mark up and down.

Mark had never looked better; no longer allowed to be a bouncer after the Max hearing, a friend of his from the club had gotten him a job working on a construction site. Between his already rigorous workouts and the all day lifting Mark had put on at least fifteen pounds over the summer and not an ounce of it fat. Wearing a pair of jeans so tight they all but showed the outline of his cock, and a plain white tank top, that magnificent build was on full display. Not only did the sleeveless shirt show off his powerful shoulders and well defined arms but the white looked sexy as hell against his deep tan. 

Despite his build, Mark was still less than two hundred pounds, which compared to the size of many of the bikers didn't make him seem all that intimidating. On the other hand the enormous demonic tattoos covering both his arms from shoulder to elbow, as well as what was visible of the massive Baphomet back tattoo gave him an appearance of being trouble. Beyond that however was the pure confidence my brother exuded. Mark stalked around the bar like he owned the place and to this point no one had challenged that fact. My eyes wandered up to Mark's face and I smiled. 

My brother was still by far the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. Even though Mark hadn't shaved and was sporting a heavy five o'clock shadow, it did little to hide his high cheekbones and smooth perfect features. Mark's thick black hair was tousled and hanging over his eyes. Then of course there were those eyes themselves; a gorgeous mix of gold and green. Despite his pretty appearance however, there was something about my brother that kept trouble at bay, even in places like this. It was more than just his swagger and that aura of confidence. There was something about my brother that wasn't quite right. Even with the medication he had started, Mark carried an almost palpable air of violence about him that even overgrown punks like the bikers around us could pick up on. No matter where we were I never felt in danger when my brother was around. 

"Hey Romeo, you shooting or what?"

Mark turned away from me to look at the guy he was playing pool against. The guy was well over six feet, his huge arms covered from shoulder to wrist in tattoos.

"My turn already?" Mark asked, making a show of looking over the table. "Christ man can't you put in more than one at a time?"

One of the guys watching snickered, but the guy holding the stick snapped.

"You gonna talk or shoot asshole?"

"Hold on." Mark said calmly as he reached down to the small table next to him, pickingup the shot of jack that was there.

"Hey that one's mine!" I yelled, reaching for it. 

Before I could grab his arm, Mark had tipped his head back, pouring the shot into his mouth.

"Come on Mark! I... hey!!"

Mark had reached out and grabbing my hair pulled my head back. I started to yell at him, but he lowered his head, and pressing his lips to mine tapped my neck. Getting his meaning I opened my mouth against his. Mark parted his lips to let some of the liquor flow into my mouth. Mark closed his mouth and let go of my hair. With identical motions the two of us tipped our heads back and swallowed the drink.

"You still owe me," I told him pouting. "That one was all mine!"

"Yeah hold on."

With that Mark turned, picked up the pool cue he always brought with him, and as I watched proceeded to run the table ending the game by banking the eight.

"That's another ten." Mark said as he turned to face the large biker.

"Oh what the fuck, that's five straight!"

"Hey you're the one that wants to keep playing." Mark replied calmly.

The guy shot Mark a dirty look as a couple of guys within earshot laughed, but reached into his pocket and handed him two fives. Mark had just closed his hand around the money when I reached out and snatched it from him.

"Mine!" I said laughing and stepping back from him.

Mark looked like he was going to say something, but instead flashed me his perfect smile and said;

"Bring back a beer sexy."

"Yes sir! I... oops!" I made a show of being upset as I dropped one of the fives. 

With deliberate slowness I turned and bent over to pick the bill up off the floor. I glanced between my legs and saw Mark as well as the other guys all staring at my exposed ass and red panties. Unable to resist, I playfully wiggled my ass then yelped as Mark swung his hand and gave me a hard slap across it. I stood up and made a show of rubbing my ass as I pouted at him.

"Christ you're a slut," Mark said smirking.

"But I'm your slut baby." I told him before turning and all but skipping over to the bar.

I smiled as when I left I heard one of the guys say; 

"Christ kid, that chick is hot!"

On my way over to get the drinks, the juke box kicked on playing an ACDC song. I stopped in the middle of the bar to toss my hair around and start swaying sensually to the music. I heard a couple of whistles which quickly turned to a cheer as I turned around and gave my skirt a quick flip showing off my ass. I was facing Mark as I did and saw him smile. My little brother loved watching his hot big sister flaunt what she had and knowing it was all his at the end of the night.

I turned back around to see one of the bikers standing in front of me grinning. He put his hands out, and laughing I took them, turning myself around so that his arms were crossed over my tits. Leaning back into him I ground my ass against his crotch for a moment before starting to turn away. The guy laughed, and as I turned, lifted my hand up high, twirling me around. When I was facing him again I stepped back and whipping my right leg up, put my ankle onto his shoulder as he stared in surprise. There was another cheer as my skirt slid up to my hip exposing my creamy white thigh and the red panties.

Dropping my leg I turned my face to him, batting my eyelashes. Grinning he leaned forward and kissed my cheek. With a wink I strutted away from him and went over to the bar, ordered beers and shots. Tucking the unopened beers under my arms I carried the shots back over to the pool table in time to see Mark send the cue ball around three rails and kick the eight ball in. The guy Mark was playing shook his head, and after throwing a ten on the pool table, tossed his stick against the wall and stormed off.

"Next?" Mark said flashing that smug smirk of his.

One of the guys who had been watching stood up, put a ten on the rail and began to rack the balls. 

"I wanna play!" I exclaimed. 

"Sorry girl," The guy began, "Only the guys play here."

"Awww please?" 

I pouted then turning around, bent over the table to grab a piece of chalk and give the guy a good look down my vest. I saw his eyes widen and was fairly certain that he could see my nipples from that angle.

"Oh sure what the hell." The guy said, sitting down next to a couple of other bikers who had been watching.

With a grin, Mark let me break and after dropping one, I wiped the grin off his face by sinking the next five balls before missing. Of course each time I took a shot I noticed that the balls were the last thing anyone was looking at. On one shot my ass was facing the bikers and I made a show of lifting one leg to get my knee up onto the rail. I could feel air on my ass and knew my panties were completely exposed.

"Goddamn that's a fine ass." One of them said loudly.

When I missed I made sure to hover around the table while Mark shot, bending over to show him my tits and wagging my tongue provocatively at him. Showing off as always, Mark ran every ball until he was down to the eight. Mark chalked his stick then, using it to point at the corner he was shooting for leaned over the table to line up the shot. I went over to the corner he was shooting for where I crossed my arms and pouted. Mark smirked at me as he started to line up the shot. I was facing not only Mark, but the three guys watching. Feeling wilder, or let's face it drunker than usual; I lowered my hands as Mark was focused on making the shot and undid the last buttons of my vest. Mark had a routine and always used three practice strokes before shooting. I counted and on the fourth I called out;

"Jinx!" 

As I yelled I yanked my vest open, completely exposing my tits.

I laughed as Mark's eyes shifted and he miscued hitting the cue too far to the right. The cue hit the eight which still fell into the pocket, but not before the cue ball scratched into the opposite corner.

"Holy shit!" One of the bikers exclaimed.

I was going for a quick flash not wanting to really let the bikers stare, but seeing the look of absolute desire in Mark's eyes as he took in his sister's tits, I held the vest open for few seconds longer. My nipples, which were so light pink they were hard to see against my ivory skin, were erect and I felt my pussy begin to heat up as I now focused on the bikers staring at me.

"Give'em a shake girl!" One yelled.

Laughing I gave them a shimmy then closing the vest started to button it.

"Hey bring those over here before you cover them!" Someone called out. 

"No!" Mark snapped, turning to stare at the bikers.

I quickly walked over to Mark, and sliding my arm around his neck turned him towards me. I kissed him hard, sliding my tongue into his mouth. Mark turned into the kiss, putting his arms around my waist. As we kissed I brought my left leg up, rubbing it along his. Dropping his hand Mark caught my leg behind my thigh and held it up against him. Breaking the kiss, I whispered in his ear;

"Its okay baby they only got a peek." I flicked my tongue across his ear and added; "Your sister's tits are all yours any time you want them little brother."

Mark kissed me again and let me go, as he did I felt relieved to see that he seemed calm. Before the trouble with Max I admittedly had flirted to the point that I had gotten Mark into several fights because it turned me on that he would fight over me. Since then however, I was well aware that Mark was on parole and a fight could get him into a lot of trouble. Seeing he was okay I then laughed and said;

"You owe me ten baby, pay up!"

The guys laughed as Mark rolled his eyes and went to hand me a ten. Grinning I held my vest open. With no hesitation Mark reached in to shove the ten between my tit and the vest. I sighed as when Mark removed his hand he let his fingertips lightly brush across my nipple. As he did our eyes met and once again I felt my body responding to the way my brother looked at me. Although I really had no doubts that I was an attractive girl, no man had ever made me feel as sexy as my brother did. I also noticed that Mark's eyes were bright and a bit wide, and for the first time noticed the amount of beer bottles he had stacked up on the table in the corner. Damn he could drink I thought, then again I hadn't been doing to bad myself tonight.

"I'm going to go get some air okay baby?" 

Mark nodded and turning back to the guys asked;

"So who's playing?" 

"I am." Someone answered then added; "At least I know you can lose now."

"Yeah well do me a favor and keep your shirt on will ya?" I heard Mark say.

 The guys all laughed, and feeling confident that Mark wasn't going to get himself in any trouble, I went outside the bar. Sitting on the small bench next to the door, I reached into the cuff of my boot and pulled out a small plastic bag containing the two joints I had rolled out of the dime bag I had brought up with me. Taking one out I put the bag back, and holding the lighter to it took a hit. I held the smoke in my lungs for as long as I could, then sighing happily, sat back against the wall and slowly exhaled. As I did I heard someone cough and looking over to the left frowned.

Leaning against the wall several feet away from me was a tall thin guy dressed all in black. He had been sitting at the bar when Mark and I had shown up and had spent the entire night staring at me. Not that the bikers hadn't been checking me out as well, but they would stare for a minute then go back to whoever they were talking to. This guy on the other hand had been sitting by himself all night and every time I saw him he was looking directly at me. When he would see me looking he would always smile and wink. This time was no different. As soon as he saw me look over he nodded at me and smiled. As I had all night I smiled back but immediately turned away. 

"Damn that smells good." 

I looked up to see that he had walked up to the bench. Gesturing to it he asked;

"You mind?"

Having no excuse to say no, I shrugged and slid over to one side. Sitting down next to me he sighed and gave me a little grin.

"You know I haven't smoked in ages, but drinking always makes me want to. Tell you what you give me a hit I'll buy you a round."

I glanced down between my fingers and saw that there were really only a couple of good hits left and figured what the hell? I had more at the motel. I passed him the joint and couldn't help but grin as he quickly took a hit and immediately started coughing. 

"Sorry, like I said been awhile."

"No worries." I told him.

"Gary." He said extending his hand.

"Megan." I replied putting my hand in his.

Gary's hand was soft and sweaty. I quickly removed mine as he seemed in no hurry to let go.

"You're a beautiful girl Megan." He said as he pulled a pack of Marlboro's from his pocket and lit one. "You have amazing eyes."

"Umm thank you."

Gary nodded and leaning back took a drag from the cigarette before looking over at a couple of bikers who had come out and were talking over near the row of bikes in front of the bar. Taking advantage of the fact he wasn't looking at me, I took the opportunity to check him out. He appeared to be in his late thirties with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes and aside from being on the thin side there didn't appear to be anything odd about him. Still he gave me a weird vibe. He certainly didn't look like he belonged in a place like this. If he hadn't just sat there and smoked a joint with me I would have pegged him for a cop. 

"So is that your boyfriend you're with?" He asked as he turned back to face me.

"Yes." I said immediately getting a kick out of someone thinking that.

"Good looking kid." Gary said.

Alrighty then, I thought, but out loud said;

"Umm yeah well I'll pass that along to him."

Gary laughed.

"I didn't mean it like that." He shrugged. "I just think you guys look hot together."

"Okay thanks," I told him. "Well I have to get back in there."

"Damn hot," he continued as if I hadn't spoken. "And you guys love to flaunt it don't you?"

"Sure why not?" Feeling a little uneasy I stood up.

"Saw you flaunting what you had a couple of minutes ago, but I was facing the other way." Gary said shaking his head in disappointment. "Maybe I'll get lucky and you'll show them again later."

"Yeah well I'm gonna head back in." I told him. "If I stay out here too long he'll come looking for me." Looking pointedly at him I added. "He's the jealous type."

"I would be too if I had a pretty little thing like you with me."

"Right, well see you later." Or not I thought.

"Okay, Megan." Gary nodded. "Don't go too far though I owe you a drink."

"Sure, sounds good."

As I turned and walked towards the bar I could feel his eyes on me. Entering the bar however, I quickly forgot about Gary as I wandered over to the bar. As I did I noticed that the place had been emptying out and there were now maybe only a dozen people left including Mark and I. Glancing over to the pool tables I saw that Mark was still playing, but had paused and was doing a shot with the guy he was shooting against. 

"What do you need kid?"

I looked up to catch the bartender blatantly staring down my vest.

"A bud and a shot of Cuervo." I told him.

The bartender came back with the drinks and a salt shaker. After handing him a five, I grabbed the salt shaker and after licking my hand poured some onto it. Seeing the bartender watching me, I made a show of slowly tonguing the side of my hand before giving it a good lick, and downing the shot. I purred in satisfaction as the liquor left a warm happy trail down my throat and into my stomach. I banged the glass down hard, and taking the beer, tipped it back, taking several long swallows. When I put it down my head was spinning. I closed my eyes, and upon opening them lit a cigarette. With a contented sigh, I rested my elbow on the table and blew a series of smoke rings into the stale air of the bar. I turned to watch Mark, who was now playing the last of the bikers who had been sitting waiting his turn. 




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 34



"Here you go kid."

I turned to see the bartender putting another shot in front of me.

"From the guy down there."

I turned to see Gary at the end of the bar. When he saw me look, he raised his glass. I raised the shot then repeating the ritual with the salt knocked it back. Once again picking up the beer I chugged the rest of it down, placing the empty on the bar.

"Damn girl you can party can't you?" The bartender asked laughing.

"I can do all kinds of things!" I exclaimed happily, batting my eyelashes at him.

"I'll bet you can!"

With that he turned away from me. I lit another cigarette as the thought occurred to me that there was one thing that could make tonight even better. Turning on the stool I looked around at the crowd; someone here had to have some blow. I watched for a few minutes to see if anyone approached anyone else, and either went into the bathroom or outside with them. After a few minutes I figured why the hell not and waved the bartender back over.

"So hey, I have to tell you I'm feeling pretty good right about now." I said giving him a huge smile.

"Yeah?" he asked. "You're looking pretty good too." 

"Thank you! But I was thinking I could maybe feel even better."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, see I was wondering if there was any..." I paused. "You know real fun around here."

"Not sure what you mean there kid." He answered looking at me his eyes narrowed.

"Well I mean you know." I smiled at him. "I just have this itch and it would really be great if I could scratch it."

"Oh really?"

"Really." I nodded and leaning over close to him whispered; "If I could just get rid of that itch I would be soooo much more playful."

The bartender grunted then asked;

"And what about your man over there? Does he care if you're playful?"

"I play with who I want honey." I told him. "As long as they can get me to play that is. I mean hey you never know right?" 

"Please kid I wasn't born last night." He shrugged. "But what the hell tell you what, you promise to give us a little dance I'll see what I can do."

"Ohhh I will sooo dance for you!" 

"Deal." He said grinning. "Hey Rusty!"



I looked around and saw a tall thin guy in a black leather vest look over. As he did the bartender raised a beer as if toasting him, tapping me on the shoulder as he did. Rusty raised his beer back to us before going back to the women he was talking too.  

"Thanks honey!" I told him.

I ordered two more beers then hopping off the stool I walked over to the pool table and put the drinks down on the table. I waited for Mark to shoot and when he turned grabbed him by the wrist pulling him into a long deep kiss. Breaking the kiss I whispered;

"Give me some money."

"You just got us drinks what do you need money for, the juke box?" Mark asked.

"No baby," I smiled at him. "I want some candy."

Mark frowned.

"Come on Meg, you got a hell of a buzz and I can smell weed on you, what more do you need?"

"Mark," I began. "You said that I could do it as long as you were with me." I rubbed my hand on his crotch. "Now be a good boy and give me what I need and I'll give you plenty of what you need."

"You would anyway." Mark said then looking down added; "Besides you did what you brought with you last night. Our rules are once a weekend."

 Reaching up I grabbed the back of Mark's hair, and pulling his face towards mine said into his ear;

"The only rule Mark is that your big sister makes the damn rules. Now you've been winning at pool all night so give me money and don't worry about it."

Mark pulled his head away from me as a couple of the guys snickered and gave me a dirty look. Putting my hands up to his cheek I kissed him briefly and said;

"Aww I'm sorry baby, but come on Mark were here to have fun, I wanna have fun!" I gave him the pout. "Please baby, your little girl will be oh so grateful."

Mark rolled his eyes and tried to look away but I leaned in and kissing his neck breathed in his ear; "I'll let you tie me up, Mark. Anything you want baby, games yours tonight."

"Anything?"

"Hmmm-mmm" 

I nibbled on his ear before pulling back to give him another pout. With a sigh, Mark reached into his pocket and handed me sixty dollars. Turning away, I went across the room to where Rusty was standing. As soon as I approached the woman walked away and turning to me Rusty said simply;

"Fifty."

I looked over my shoulder but Rusty said quietly;

"It's okay kid, cops never come here."

As he spoke I felt his hand brush mine, and looked down to see a small packet being pressed against me. I turned my hand, quickly palming it as I pushed the money into his other hand.

"Ten extra." I said softly. "Take it off the next one." Oh there would so be a next time! 

"I'll be here all night kid." Rusty said before abruptly putting his back to me.

Keeping the packet concealed in my hand I walked towards the bathroom. On the way there I looked over at the bar and saw Gary staring at me. As he had been all night he gave me a big smile. I smiled back but kept walking hoping to hell that I was right and he wasn't a cop. I had gotten busted a few months back and Mark had to borrow money from Alex to get me out. They made me go to an outpatient rehab, but that was it. If I got caught again... I pushed that thought away; I was here to have fun.

I went into the bathroom and going into the stall sat down on the edge of the toilet. Removing my compact from the pocket of my skirt, I poured the packet of coke onto it. Taking my nail I carefully drew the powder into lines, pulled a rolled up ten from my pocket, and snorted the first line. I let my head loll back and let out a loud sigh as I felt my heart beat faster and that oh so familiar rush began to kick in. Leaning back over the mirror, I did the next three in rapid succession lines and gasped as the coke raced through my veins like fire. Putting the mirror and ten away I left the stall and stopping at the sink to check my makeup, noticed the locket my mother had given me. I frowned at it, wondering what my mom would think of me snorting coke in the bathroom of a sleazy bar, and planning on fucking the shit out of my brother at the end of the night. 

Oh fuck it," I said to my reflection. "If it feels good do it!"

Walking out of the bathroom, I went back up to the bar and sitting down bought another beer and shot. After downing the shot and chugging some beer, I sighed and lit another cigarette. By this time I'd had more than my share, and between the rush of the coke and the effect of the alcohol I was feeling lightheaded, but all in all pretty damn good. No I felt better than good, I felt fan-fucking-tastic! I went to order one more drink before I went and collected my hot little brother for a dance, and realized that I had spent the last few dollars I'd had. Getting up I walked over to the pool table. I watched for a few more minutes and frowned as Mark lost and disgustedly tossed a twenty onto the table. Mark went to grab the rack, but stepping in front of him, I put my hands on his chest.

"Enough pool baby, come play with me instead."

"Later Meg," Mark said. "I'm down sixty to this guy."

"So what Mark? You don't have to always win," I smiled. "You made money on the other guys no?"

"Yeah but..."

Leaning in close I whispered;

"Your sexy big sister wants to dance with her even sexier little brother. So forget the game Mark." I giggled in his ear. "Or at least that one, I can think of more fun things to play."

"Couple of more games then we'll dance." Mark said starting to push me away.

"Dance with me!" I pouted at him.

Mark was going to say something then looking into my eyes shook his head.

"You're flying."

"Hmm-mm" I agreed. "I'm feeling damn good, and I'm betting you'll feel even better." I pouted again. "You've played with the boys long enough Mark; now come play with your favorite girl!"

Mark gave me that shy little smile I loved so much.

"Favorite girl." He repeated. "I like that."

"Then come love it baby." I told him.

'Hey kid you playing or you quitting?"

Mark frowned and looked back over his shoulder at the biker who was smirking at him. 

"You know what Mark?" I said shaking my head. "I'm dancing with or without you!"

Walking away from him I walked quickly over to the bar and asked the bartender for a dollar. He raised his eyebrows at me but smiled when I told him it was for the juke box; after all I owed him a show didn't I? As I made my way across the small bar and over to the juke box I heard the bartender yell out;

"Hey boys, got a show for ya!"

I flipped through the selections and punched up Danzig's she rides. As the slow drum beat started I drifted to the center of the bar and running my hands through my long black hair began to sway my hips to the grinding beat. After a moment I started to turn in slow circles then began to spin faster as the music picked up. I let my head loll back and laughed out loud as I spun even faster still, letting my long black hair fly about me. As I spun I saw that all the remaining customers had gathered near the bar and were watching. There was a wooden post in the middle of the bar and strutting over to it I grabbed it and let myself spin lazily around it. 

As I turned around the poll, I reached back with one hand and gave my skirt a quick flip up showing off my black panties and tight little ass. Letting the pole go I turned to face the people at the bar, and still seductively swaying my hips, reached up to start undoing the buttons of my vest. I stopped when there were only two left, which left my tits all but hanging out. Making my way over to a small table I turned around and lied on my back on so that my head was hanging off and the guys facing me could all get a good view down my shirt. Ever so slowly I raised my long legs until they were straight up. I noticed several guys moving over quickly so that they could see up my skirt. As they stared I slowly let my legs open exposing the crotch of my panties and creamy white thighs. 

Dropping my legs to the floor I reached up and grabbing my tits through the vest started bucking my hips on the table. Sitting up, I drew my legs up to the edge of the table and the crowd cheered as I stood up on it. Pulling my skirt up to my hips I bent over and shook my ass towards the bar. While the guys in front of me another great view of my tits right down to my pretty pink nipples, the ones behind me clapped as I started working my ass in small tight circles. 

"Take the top off!" Someone called out.

Standing straight I undid another button and teasingly moved the vest further away from my small but well shaped tits. I turned my back to them and turning my head to peek back over my shoulder winked at them while letting the vest slide off my shoulders. I spun around quickly with the vest wide open but my hands over my tits. Laughing at the groans of disappointment I turned my back to them and quickly redid the last two buttons. Turning back to the bar, I saw Mark standing directly in front of the table. I stepped to the edge of the table and put my hands out as if I wanted Mark to grab me and help me down. When he reached up I grabbed him by the hair with one hand while lifting my skirt with the other and shoved his face between my legs. 

Before he could move I lifted my right leg and draped it over his shoulder. Several of the bikers cheered the sound of which covered up the low moan that came from me as I felt him rub his face back and forth across my pussy through the panties. Mark then slid his hand up my thigh and before I could react he shoved it up between my legs, where he slid his fingers into my panties and into my pussy. I let out a loud cry and some of the bikers whistled and clapped. Mark slid his hands under the cheeks of my ass and taking my cue I through my other leg over his shoulder. Mark took a couple of steps back, then sliding his hands up to my hips showed off his strength by lifting me up and off his shoulders.

Mark lowered me towards the floor, and then stopping halfway, lifted me straight up until his arms locked. Mark held me up for a moment before lowering then raising me up again. I reached down and placed my hands on his arms, letting out a gasp at how amazing his muscles felt as the flexed while lifting me. Finally letting me down to my feet Mark spun me around to face the bar while wrapping his arms around my waist. As the two of us began to sway to the music I let my head lie back on Mark's shoulder, groaning as his lips instantly found my neck.

Mark moaned as well as I started to grind my ass in tight circles against his hard cock. As She rides turned into The Scorpions the Zoo. I closed my eyes and felt my pussy begin to flow. I was standing here in full view of a dozen people grinding my ass into my brother's cock while he sucked on my neck. 

"Oh I am soooo wet." I whispered to him.

"Let's get you wetter." Mark replied softly in my ear.

Marks hands had been resting on my bare stomach, and as he spoke he slid the right one up and into my vest. I sighed in pleasure as Mark's fingers found my hard nipple and began to roll it between his fingers. I opened my eyes and saw that every person in the bar, men and women alike were staring at us. Reaching my hand back between us, I started rubbing Mark's huge cock through his jeans as his talented fingers teased my sensitive nipple. My pussy was flowing at this point and my hips were grinding even faster as my needy little pussy yearned for my brother's attention. Mark's fingers started squeezing my nipple a little harder and I began moaning louder as we continued to dance. As Mark turned us slightly my eyes found Gary among the crowd and I saw him staring at me. Not that everyone else wasn't also looking; but all the bikers were laughing and making comments, while Gary just appeared to be focused completely on me. 

All thoughts of Gary vanished as I became aware of Mark's left hand sliding down my soft flat stomach and into the waistband of my skirt. No, I thought, he wouldn't...

"Ohhhh,"

I moaned loudly as Mark's hand found its way into my panties where his fingers slid through the sopping wet lips of my pussy.

"I...Ohhh you are sooo bad!" I moaned in his ear as I let my head once again rest on his shoulder.

Mark's fingers slid back through my pussy and I whimpered in pleasure as they found my swollen clit. I immediately started grinding my hips harder and faster, while moaning again as Mark pushed his thumb into my clit. I grabbed Mark's forearm, and dug my nails hard into his flesh as he started to work his thumb in slow circles. I could feel my heart begin to pound and my thighs began to tremble as my brother's skilled touch brought me closer and closer to cumming.

"Hmm-mm" Mark whispered in my ear. "You're going to cum right in front of all these people you little slut."

"Not a slut." I whimpered as his thumb sped up. "N..nasty," I moaned. "I'm your nasty girl baby!"

I gasped as I felt my body drawing nearer to its release. I closed my eyes again and thought about what my brother and I were doing, all these people just thinking we were hot young lovers and here we were brother and sister. Forbidden lovers breaking all the rules, and taking what we wanted. I heard Mark breathing heavy in my ear as his lips gently played up and down the tender skin of my neck. I could feel his huge cock was throbbing even through our clothing and I knew that we would never even make it to the hotel; I would take him out into the car and suck his enormous cock right there in the parking lot. Blow him in public! Take every fucking drop of my brother's cum in my greedy little mouth and ...

"Oh! Oh!" I yelped as I could feel the orgasm racing through me.

"Oh yeah sis," Mark whispered. "That's it, cum for your little brother...Now!"

Mark gave my nipple a vicious twist while pressing his thumb harder into my clit. I let out a couple of small gasps as I tried to hold it in. 

"Give it to me." Mark said and gave my nipple another painful twist.

Unable to control myself I dropped my head, and turning it to the side bit into Mark's forearm. Mark didn't make a sound as I moaned loudly into his flesh. My hips thrashed wildly against his cock as the orgasm crashed through me. I clamped my legs tightly together trapping my brother's hand between my legs as I ground my pussy into his hand. I opened my mouth and released a muffled wail as the powerful orgasm flowed though my body. I was aware of total silence around us as I squirmed in my brother's embrace. With a long shuddering moan I let myself collapse limply against him as the last of the orgasm left my knees weak. 

Mark tightened his grip around my waist literally holding me up as I gasped for breath. I became aware of clapping and whistling and heard the bartender call out;

"Now that's fucking playful!! Your drinks are on me rest of the night!"

Mark removed his hand from my tit and grabbing my shoulder turned me to face him. The bikers whooped again as he pulled me into a deep kiss and his hands slid down to grab my ass. I opened my mouth to let his tongue invade it, asking myself once again; could it get better than this?

"I don't know about you baby," I said in Mark's ear, "But the only thing I want to suck down is your hot fucking cum!"

"You are my favorite girl!" Mark said laughing. "We'll have one for the road then go okay?"

"Okay." I said stepping back and making sure I could stand first before letting him go.

"I'm going to go grab my stick." 

I watched as Mark headed back to the pool table but was stopped by a biker who pressed a shot into his hand. After he did the shot the biker clapped my brother hard on the shoulder and as Mark walked away I noticed him drifting slightly to the left. I sighed, it was time to go, as good as a couple of hours of free drinks sounded I had meant what I said; the only thing I wanted in my mouth right now was my little brother. Still, one or two more quick ones couldn't hurt now could they. I drifted over to the bar ignoring the dirty looks I was getting from the couple of women who I walked past, but enjoying the stares of all the guys.

Before I had even sat down the bartender had a shot of tequila waiting for me. Picking up the salt I impulsively grabbed his wrist, poured some salt on his hand, and as he started wide eyed licked it off before doing the shot.

"Girl, I would leave my wife for you!" he exclaimed.

"She left you ten years ago stupid!" Someone commented and everyone laughed.

I pulled a cigarette out and giggled as two guys immediately tried to light it for me. Letting one of them do it, I turned in my stool smiling ear to ear as I my eyes south out my little brother. Mark was over at the pool table with the case for his pool stick open on top of it and was unscrewing his cue. The smile fell off my face as I saw Gary walking up next to him. Sitting up straighter on the stool I watched wondering what the hell was going on. Gary must have said something as Mark turned his head in his direction and nodded, before finishing putting his stick away. Mark grabbed the case and looked as if he were going to walk away, but stopped as Gary appeared to be speaking to him.

My eyes narrowed as I saw Mark flash a smirk and figured maybe Gary was saying how hot we were or something along those lines like he had with me. A minute later however Gary looked over and pointed at me. I felt my stomach clench, as not only did the smirk leave Mark's face, but he spun quickly to face Gary bringing his hand up to point a finger in his face. I started to get off the stool as I could see even from here Mark was pissed. Gary immediately put his hands up in a calming gesture and took a quick step back. Mark started to turn away, but stopped as I saw Gary speak again. I stayed where I was trying to figure out what was going on as I saw Mark roll his eyes.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 34



As Gary kept speaking, I saw the expression on Mark's face change from pissed to disbelief. Putting his left hand up I Mark speak, and reading his lips appeared to be saying 'are you kidding?' Gary shook his head and kept talking. Mark put the case on the pool table and leaning against it, crossed his arms and started to listen intently. Gary turned, pointing at me again. This time however not only did Mark not get upset, but he began smirking again. I wanted to go over there and find out what the hell was going on, but there was a part of me that didn't like the smile on Mark's face; it was that nasty little grin he got whenever he was going to do something crazy.

A moment later Mark nodded and seeing me looking, waved me over. I hesitated, wanting to stay where I was and call him over, but at this point curiosity on out. Standing up I walked slowly over to where Mark was leaning against the table. As I approached Mark said something to Gary who nodded and walked over to the small table near the pool table and sat down. Not looking at him, I walked over to Mark.

"What the hell is going on Mark?"

"That guy over there?" Mark gestured towards the table.

"Gary." I said "He's been staring at me all night and followed me outside to tell me how hot we were."

"Yeah well apparently he thinks were really hot." Mark said grinning.

"Mark, he didn't ask you to like you know, fool around with me did he?" I asked.

"Of course not," Mark said shaking his head. "If he had wanted to fuck you I'd have smacked him."

"Good." I said.

"No see what he wants is to watch me fuck you."

"What?"

"You heard me sis, Gary boy over there said that he has been watching us all night and would love to see you get it real good, but from me."

"Hell no!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah but listen..."

"Look Mark it's one thing to do a little heavy petting or flash my tits, but no way in hell am I going to get naked and let you do me in front of someone!" I shook my head. "I may be drunk but that is fucking..."

"Five hundred dollars." Mark said.

"I..." I paused, "Did you say five..." I must be drunker than I thought.

"Yup," Mark said nodding and smirking. "Five hundred dollars to go upstairs watch me fuck you."

"This is a joke." 

'Oh no my hot sister, that sick bastard even showed me the money, says he does this shit all the time."

"Just for us to fuck?"

"Well," Mark shrugged. "I'm pretty sure he wants a full show," He gave me that nasty smirk, "Watch you do what you do best."

As he spoke, Mark reached up, running his fingers across my lips. I shook my head to try to clear it. I had meant what I said; fucking in front of someone was a bit much, but five hundred dollars! That could buy a lot of...smiling at Mark I asked;

"You wanna?"

"Hell yeah," Mark replied, "And not just for the money, Christ Meg think of how hot that was with me fingering you in front of those idiots, imagine us fucking in front of this creep? He thinks he's getting a show but he doesn't know the half of it." He laughed. "Doesn't have a clue he'll be watching me fuck the shit out of my sister."

As Mark spoke I could feel myself starting to get into it; the idea of having my brother take me in front of someone never knowing who we really were to each other. Still... he said he wanted everything and...

"Think it's safe?" I asked. "I mean he seems a little weird."

"Oh please Meg," Mark waved his hand. "I could snap him in half in less time than it takes to say it." he grinned again. "Come on Meg, I thought you were a nasty girl?"

"Hmmm, that would be nasty."

"The nastiest yet," Mark agreed. "And think about the money sis! They don't need me on the site until Wednesday. We could stay up here a few days." He leaned in and kissed me. "We'll find a nice little bed and breakfast and..."

"Okay." I said.

"Yeah?"

"One condition though." 

"What's that?" 

"Well seeing we're getting all that money I want more candy!"

'Oh come on Meg," Mark began, "Haven't you..."

"Had enough?" I laughed. "That's like asking if I ever get enough of you! I always want more."

"Meg really..."

"Hey listen Mark, you're just going to whip it out," I told him. "And let's face it; it's not you he's going to be watching. If you want me to be able to show him my pretty little pussy, then I need to feel reeeeal good!"

Mark shook his head disgustedly. Wrapping my arms around his neck I whispered in his ear;

"Come on baby it's not worth it? Not worth standing there in front of him with me on my knees sucking that huge fucking cock of yours? Begging for you to give it to me?" Kissing his ear I added; "I'll be your nasty girl Mark. That guy will so wish he were you! Now just let me go buy some more..."

"So what's the deal Mark?"

I turned to see Gary standing next to us. 

"You guys going to give me a show or what?"

Even as he spoke I saw his eyes work their way up my long legs to eventually settle on my tits.

"We're still talking about it." Mark told him.

"Well don't talk too long kid." He smiled. "Tell you what; Megan here looks like she's ready."

"Well I may need a little coaxing," I said batting my eyes at him.

"Oh you mean something like this?"

As he spoke Gary put his hand up, palm out. Tucked between his fingers was small white packet.

Oh, the night was just getting better and better!

"Well now that you mention it." I said giving him a big smile. "I mean you saw how playful I get."

"You're going to have to promise to be a lot more playful than that Megan," he smirked. "A lot more."

"Oh you can count on it baby!" I said starting to reach for the packet.

Gary pulled it back.

"I didn't get an answer yet." He looked at Mark, who hesitated. I knew he got upset when I did this much coke but this was going to be one hell of a wild time.

"Oh and for the record?" Gary began, "Your, shall we say motivation is on me, this and the five."

Reaching down I grabbed Mark's cock though his jeans, and slowly my lips whispered;

"Come on baby; show him how you take your favorite girl."

"I don't know Megan," Gary said. "Maybe Mark's not as wild as you."

"Lead the way." Mark said rolling his eyes

I reached for the packet but again Gary pulled his hand back;

"Upstairs honey, I want to watch you do it." he gave me a wicked grin. "Makes it even nastier, and I love nasty."

"Then you are going to love us baby," I told him. "You have no idea how nasty we are."

Smiling from ear to ear Gary turned, walking towards the back of the bar. I paused to give Mark's cock another squeeze before following. I had taken several steps before yelping as Mark gave my ass a quick slap. Gary looked over his shoulder smiling as I rubbed my stinging ass, and opened a small door in the corner, exposing a narrow staircase. He waved us through and I started to pass him, but Mark caught my arm.

"You first." He said softy.

Gary shrugged and went up the stairs ahead of us. I went next and after closing the door Mark came up behind us. The stairs led up to a long hallway that had a couple of doors along each side of it. Gary walked down to the last door on the left, and after opening it walked in. Mark and I followed and I frowned in distaste. The room was decent size but sparsely furnished with what looked like leftovers from good will. There was a full size bed with a sagging mattress in the middle of the room that was covered with a ratty blue blanket. Off to the right was a tiny fridge and next to it a shelf sticking out of the wall that I supposed served as a table. The dining room I thought dryly. To my left was a small table with a couple of rickety looking wooden chairs near it. The only other piece of furniture was a soiled nasty looking overstuffed chair that was covered with cigarette burns.

As I took in the less than posh surroundings, I was hit with the disturbing thought that over the last couple of years I had occasionally stayed in just as bad if not worse. Adding to the unsavory atmosphere was that the room not only reeked of stale cigarette smoke, but was oppressively hot. We had only been standing here for a minute, and I could already feel myself starting to sweat. I glanced over at Mark, and saw that his face and shoulders were already glistening. I began to imagine how good his naked body would look in a few minutes, hovering over me, his powerful muscles dripping with sweat. On that note I felt my heartbeat begin to quicken as it dawned on me what we were about to do. Mark turned to look at me and gave me an evil smirk that told me he was thinking the same thing and was just as worked up as I was getting.

I wiped the sweat off my brow and seeing me do it Gary said;

"Yeah the window is nailed shut." He pointed towards the one window in the room that was next to the bed. The shade was drawn, but was torn in several places. "Who knows why, but yeah it's hot as hell in here."

"That's okay the hotter the better," Mark said softly. "So how about the money?"

Gary looked at him, and after wiping at his own sweating face, reached into his pocket. He pulled out a silver money clip, counted out five one hundred dollar bills and put them on the table.

"It stays here until the shows over." He told Mark.

"Fair enough." Mark answered then with no hesitation stripped off his tank top. 

Turning to the side Mark tossed it over near the foot of the bed. I saw Gary's eyes widen as he looked at the enormous Baphomet tattoo that covered his entire back.

"Damn kid, you are a crazy bastard aren't you?" 

"More than you know." Mark answered smirking.

"What about..." I started, but smiling Gary waved me off.

"No worries there my naughty little thing, your incentive is right here."

Gary put the packet down on the table and gestured me over. I noticed Mark looked away as I passed him. To my surprise in addition to the packet of coke was a mirror, a razor blade and a small straw. I glanced over to Gary, who seeing the question in my eyes, laughed;

"Hey, I said I hadn't smoked in a year didn't say anything about anything else."

He looked over at Mark and I saw his eyes trail down and linger on Mark's sweat slicked chest and his chiseled stomach. Briefly I wondered if he went both ways. Taking his eyes from my brother, Gary grabbed the old chair, and dragging it across the floor, placed it a few feet from the side of the bed. Sitting, he lit a cigarette then glanced over at me.

"Whenever you're ready beautiful." He said with a wink.

I winked back, then turning my attention to the coke, opened the packet. I quickly separated it into three thick lines and dropping the razor picked up the straw. Most of my rush from the previous lines had faded and holding the right side of my nose shut, I eagerly sniffed up the first line. I let out a whistle as I lifted my head; damn this was good shit! Much stronger then what I had bought downstairs. As if reading my mind Gary laughed;

"The good stuff, huh honey?"

"Oh yeah!" I exclaimed as I bent my head to do the second line.

I tossed my head back shouting;

"Damn!!"

I saw Mark looking at me, and quickly looked past the expression in his eyes, to let my gaze wander down to the large bulge in his jeans, oh was Gary going to get himself a show! I started to lean back over the table when Gary said;

"Hey kid I would save that last one, that's some strong shit I..."

I was already moving, snorting up the last line. Dropping the straw I let out a loud laugh and straightening up, whirled around in a circle.

"Nevermind." Gary said grinning.

I finished my spin and stepping over to Mark, who was standing in front of the bed, grabbed his face in my hands kissing him hard. Mark returned the kiss while wrapping his arms around my thin waist, crushing me to him. I slid my hands down his face, placing them on his shoulders and squeezing the hard muscles there. Mark dropped his hands down, lifting my skirt with one while grabbing my left ass cheek with the other. I pushed my tongue against Mark's lips and moaned in delight as they parted, allowing me to suck on his own warm wet tongue. Mark's hand left my skirt to trail up my back and run through my long black hair until it reached the back of my neck. 

Breaking the kiss, Mark trailed his tongue down my neck where he began to gently suck on the soft creamy flesh of my throat. I started rocking my hips into Mark and could feel his hard cock pressing into my stomach even through his jeans. I let my head turn to the side to give my brother better access to my neck and saw Gary sitting in the chair not six feet away watching intently. 

"Ohhh that feels nice." I moaned as Mark's hand slid from the back of my neck, down and around my shoulder, to caress my left tit through the vest.

Mark's hand slipped into the vest and started toying with my nipple. Running my hand down his chest and hard flat stomach I unsnapped his jeans, shoving my hand into his pants. 

"Oooh you are bad." I whispered as I discovered he was not wearing any underwear.

My fingers found my brother's huge cock, and wrapping around it gave it a squeeze. Mark started to groan and I was about ready to unzip his jeans when I heard Gary clear his throat behind me. Realizing that my back was to him and he couldn't see what we were doing, I stepped back from Mark. I planned on dropping to my knees and pulling my brother's cock out, but grabbing my shoulders Mark quickly turned me around to face Gary. Wrapping his arm around my waist Mark pulled me back against his chest while nuzzling into my neck. I moved my hair so that my neck was exposed emitting a satisfied purr as Mark's lips once again fastened onto the smooth skin of my neck.

As Mark kissed and nibbled on my ear, I looked straight into Gary's eyes and smiling, lifted my arms up, wrapping them around the back of Mark's head. I started slowly grinding my hips against my brother's cock while whispering to Gary;

"You want to see my pretty little titties?"

"Honey, I'm paying to see those tits." He replied smirking.

"Go ahead baby," I said softly, resting my head on Mark's shoulder. "Let's give him what he paid for."

Mark reached up and undoing the buttons of my vest, pulled it open far enough that half of my tits were showing. Mark teased for a moment, closing the vest slightly before sliding it off of my shoulders, and tossing it to the floor leaving me topless.

"Oh, they're perfect." Gary breathed, sitting up straighter in the chair.

The look on his face as he took in my small well shaped tits sent a warm wet feeling through my pussy. Mark slid his hands up my soft stomach cupping my tits and pushing them up even further, showing them off. I whimpered in pleasure as, still holding them in his palms, Mark began to gently rub my hard pink nipples with his thumbs. Bringing my hands down, I pushed Mark's thumbs away and started to tease them with my own long red fingernails. Mark let my tits go, and I slid my own underneath them so that I was now showing them off.

"Nice." Gary said softly.

I could feel my heart beating faster as Mark slipped his hands back under mine, taking over fondling my tits. I groaned as Mark covered them completely with his large hands and squeezed. I placed my hands over his looking down and loving the contrast of our skin. 

"Now suck on them." Gary said quietly from his seat. 

I felt Mark tense up a little, and I knew why; I was the only one who ever told my brother what to do. I on the other hand, could feel my pussy getting wetter by the minute. Not wanting the game to be spoiled I said softly;

"Oh yeah baby, suck on them. I..."

I yelped in surprise as Mark gave my nipples a hard pinch.

"Please." He said.

"Oh yeah." Gary said his eyes widening. "Oh I like that shit!"

My pussy gushed at the tone in his voice; oh my brother was going to make this a game to remember!

"Oh please sir!" I said. "Oh please suck on your favorite titties!"

"That's better," Mark said, rewarding me by gently caressing my nipples once more before letting my tits go.

Still keeping his arms around me Mark angled me to the side so that Gary could see what we were doing. Still in his embrace I turned around so that I was facing Mark. Cupping my tits I held them up offering them to my brother. I moaned as bending his head to my tits, Mark flicked his tongue across my right nipple. Looking down I saw that Mark's eyes were looking towards Gary as he held his tongue to my nipple barely touching it.

"Oh please don't tease baby!" 

As I whimpered those words my own gaze shifted to see Gary sitting there with his mouth partially open. He was breathing heavy and something told me he was beginning to sweat from more than just the heat in the room. I also noticed that his right hand had strayed down to his crotch to begin slowly rubbing his cock through his jeans. 

My attention quickly turned back to my brother as I felt his soft tongue start to swirl across my swollen pink nipple. I groaned again as Mark stopped licking and opening his mouth wide, sucked as much of my tit into his mouth as he could. My already overheated pussy began to get even hotter as Mark's left hand toyed with my other nipple as he continued to devour my right tit. My brother's eyes were still on Gary and I could tell he was loving this! Oh just wait until it was my turn! I couldn't wait to pull out Mark's massive cock and suck it. But right now I was more than happy to wait my turn. Normally when we were drunk we fucked hard and fast, so I was taking full advantage of my brother wanting to give Gary his money's worth!

Sighing contentedly as Mark switched to sucking on my left tit, I started to run my fingers through his thick black hair, while arching my back, pushing my tit even further into his mouth. I released a disappointed whimper as Mark removed his mouth from my tit, but then felt my pussy begin to flow even more as Mark slowly sank to his knees in front of me. Holding my hips my brother teasingly ran his tongue down my stomach and along the waistband of my skirt. Slipping his hands behind me I felt Mark unzip the skirt and give it a tug. Stepping back slightly, I put my hands on his shoulders, bending over and pointing my ass straight at Gary. 

As Mark tugged my skirt past my hips and down to the floor, I gave my ass a playful shake while looking over my shoulder at Gary, whose eyes widened even more;

"God damn your fine and..." His voice seemed to catch. "Your soaked right through." 

"That's right baby," I cooed, as still leaning on Mark's shoulders, I stepped out of my skirt. "That's how fucking hot you watching is getting me!"

"Yeah just me is getting you wet." He grinned. "Nothing to do with your...Oh."

Gary stopped in mid sentence as Mark reached up, hooked his thumbs into the sides of my panties, and started working them down my ass. I gasped as well at the thought that in seconds I would be naked except for my boots. At this point it was hard to tell if that thought had any effect on my pussy, because I was so fucking wet already. Between my excitement and the coke, my heart was pounding, and I knew that as much as I was enjoying being a slow tease, I would need to cum and soon. Mark paused for effect then pulled my panties down. I moaned as I felt them peel away from my sopping wet pussy, and slide down my legs. I was still looking at Gary, who shook his head and whispered;

"Oh look at that."

I slid my foot over so that my legs were spread wider and shaking my ass, leaned further over Marks shoulder. I could just imagine my smooth pink pussy winking out at him from between my thighs.

"How's my pretty little pussy look?" I asked.

"Perfect just like the rest of you." Gary said. "Christ girl you are hot!"

"Here, have a better look." Mark said.

Grabbing the cheeks of my ass, Mark spread them open to completely expose me. I could feel the juice from my pussy starting to drip down the insides of my thighs, I was so fucking wet. The hornier I got the more the coke began to kick in. I began to start squirming, working my ass in small circles, and lifting my feet up and down as if I were walking in place. Oh I needed to cum! 




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 34



"Ohhh," I whimpered. "Oh Mark.... Ohh yes!!"

I squealed in delight as Mark slipped two fingers into my pussy from behind. I moaned and heard him let out a sigh, as his fingers made a wet sucking sound as they pumped in and out. 

"So fucking wet." Gary said softly.

I focused my eyes on him and saw that his hand was moving faster across his crotch. 

"Oh, oh yes oh harder!" I moaned.

Mark began thrusting his fingers faster and I started to groan continuously as he finger fucked his sister's needy little pussy. Leaning over, I let my head rest on Mark's shoulder while I wrapped my arms around his neck. This pointed my ass up even higher and I yelped as my brother's fingers plunged in even deeper. Moaning into his neck I started bucking my hips in rhythm to his fingers. Sliding my hands down his back, I dug my nails hard into his flesh. I let out a loud cry as Mark's other hand slid over, and I felt his thumb on my clit.

"Ohhhhh," I moaned. "Ohh baby, just like that ohhh" 

I stopped trying to speak as all that was coming out were small whimpers of pleasure. I ground my pussy even harder into my brother's hands, trying desperately to cum. I was aware of my legs moving even faster and brought them together, clamping my brother's hand between my thighs. 

"Oh goddamn she wants it!" I heard Gary say off in the back ground.

"Not yet." 

With that Mark started to slip his fingers from my pussy.

"Nooo!" I wailed and ripped my nails up his back.

Mark cried out in surprise and I yelled;

"Oh God Mark, make me cum!!!"

"Not like this." Mark said, pulling his fingers from inside of me. 

"Ohh please!!" I whimpered.

Mark quickly stood up causing me to stand with him and taking my shoulders, turned me around to face Gary who was staring in surprise at Mark.

"Why didn't you let her...?"

"This is my game." Mark said simply. "You just watch."

"Ohh baby pleeeeeese!" I whined, rubbing my ass back into Mark's cock.

"Shhh," Mark hissed in my ear. "You'll cum Meg, there's just a better way that's all." 

Before I could respond, Mark shoved his glistening fingers into my mouth. Despite my frustration, I eagerly sucked on them, moaning at the taste of my pussy off of my brother's flesh. 

"Good girl." Mark whispered.

Guiding me by my shoulders, Mark turned me so that I was in front of the side of the bed. Taking my arms he lifted them back over my head, and holding them there asked;

"You like this Megan? You like being naked in front of him? Like showing off your pretty little titties, and that bald little pussy?

"Oh yes." I nodded. "Oh I do."

I wasn't lying. Standing here not only naked, but having my brother presenting my body to Gary was more of a turn on then anything else I could remember. Letting my arms go Mark pushed down on my shoulders. As I obediently sat down on the bed Mark dropped to his knees and lifting my leg, picked up the panties that had still been around my ankles. Mark smirked and threw them at Gary.

"Here you go, little souvenir for you."

Gary caught the panties and holding them between his fingers, rubbed the crotch

"Soaked." He whispered.

"Sniff them." Mark said smiling. "You know you want to."

Gary hesitated, then bringing the panties up to his face, inhaled deeply. My pussy all but gushed as I saw his eyes roll back and he let out a soft moan. Taking another deep breath he started to put them down.

"Damn that..."

"Lick them." Mark said. "Take a taste."

Gary stared at my brother, and looking at Mark, I saw he was staring back, a nasty smile on his lips. 

"There you go." 

I turned to see Gary lower his face to the panties and put the crotch in his mouth. His eyes rolled back again, and once more I started squirming, rubbing my ass onto the bed. Mark started to stand when Gary said;

"Take her boots off. The only thing I want to see her wearing is you."

I thought Mark was going to come back with something, but shrugged and unzipping my boots, lifted my legs one at a time to pull them off. When he had tossed the second one to the side he started to stand again, but raising my foot I put my toes up to his lips and waited. Mark stared at my bright red toes and despite the fact that he was in charge couldn't resist them. Grabbing my ankle Mark held my foot and began flicking his tongue across my toes. I moaned, and raising my hands started playing with my nipples. Mark sucked my toes into his mouth and swirled his tongue around them before switching to the other foot.

"That's different." Gary said. "But fucking hot."

"Hmmm." I cooed. "There you go little..."

I yelped as Mark bit my toe, removing my foot from his mouth he whispered in Latin;

"Watch it."

Mark stood up and turning towards me looked as if he was going to say something, but I cut him off by gasping;

"Oh Mark!"

Mark's cock was so hard that you could see the entire outline of it through his jeans. At the tip was a small wet stain where his cock had been dripping. Reaching out I grabbed his cock through the jeans and tried to unzip them. Mark grabbed my wrist as if he didn't want me to yet, but I looked up and pouting said;

"Oh please let me suck your cock baby, oh I need it in my mouth!"

"I wanna see her suck it." Gary added.

"Yeah you want to suck my cock in front of him you little pig?"

My answer was to roughly slap his hand away and unzip his jeans; enough was enough.

"Damn she wants it!"

Damn straight I did. Grabbing the sides of his jeans I tugged them down over his hips, shoving them down to his knees. My brother's enormous cock sprang free and I was hit in the face with some of the precum that had been oozing out of it. Reaching out I grabbed Mark's cock at the bottom, giving it a hard squeeze. Mark moaned as another spurt of sticky fluid gushed from his cock.

"Holy shit kid!" Gary exclaimed. "No wonder you're so fucking cocky!"

Leaning forward, I forced myself to go slow and teasingly stuck my tongue against the tip of Mark's dripping prick. I slowly pulled my head back, bringing a string of precum with it. I heard Gary moan softly as he watched the trail of cum from my tongue to Mark's cock. Turning Mark's cock to the side, I placed my lips around his shaft and started sliding them up and down. As I did I caught Gary's eyes and held them. As he watched I once again slid my mouth along the length of my brother's huge dick. When I got to the head I removed my mouth and proceeded to rub the oozing tip along my cheek. I felt my thighs beginning to get even wetter from my dripping pussy as my face became covered with my brother's sticky fluid.

 I saw Gary swallow hard and also saw him begin to unzip his jeans. Mark was starting to rock his hips back and forth, his cock yearning for his big sister's mouth. I forced him to wait a little longer as I rubbed his cock along the other side of my face. Unable to hold back any longer I opened my mouth, and slowly, an inch at a time, my eyes never leaving Gary's, took his cock all the way down to the base of his shaft. Mark moaned and Gary said quietly;

"Oh goddamn girl!"

Holding Mark's cock in my throat, I shook my head back and forth, before sliding his cock back out of my mouth. Opening my mouth, I stuck my tongue out and began slapping my brother's cock against it. Mark was beginning to rock his hips again and I smiled to myself as I teased him. Putting just the tip in my mouth I gave it a good hard suck, whimpering as a squirt of his pre cum went down my throat. Holding his cock at the base, I once again took it all the way before starting to bob my head in a steady rhythm. Mark placed his hands on my head, running them through my long black hair. 

"Yeah look at you, you little slut, love that cock don't you?" Mark asked.

My answer was to pick up the pace, taking him deeper with each sucking motion. I began following my lips with my hand jerking him off as I blew him. Oh look at you! You nasty girl sucking off your little brother in front of a total stranger! I began to moan each time I felt Mark's cock hit the back of my throat and coat it with his juices. Unable to keep my eyes from rolling back in pleasure, I stopped looking at Gary and concentrated on sucking Mark even faster. Mark's hands dropped from my head down to my tits and started teasing my nipples. Reaching between his legs I began to rub his balls as I sucked and could feel his thighs starting to tremble. 

"Oh look at her go!" I heard Gary say, he sounded as if he was panting, but all I cared about was my throat being stuffed with Mark's hard flesh.

I groaned at the image of my brother shooting his hot cum in my mouth while Gary watched, and started bobbing my head even faster eager to make Mark cum for his sister. My brother had other ideas; grabbing my shoulders and pulling his cock from my mouth.

"Awww I wanted to taste it!" I moaned.

"Oh you will." He smiled down at me. "But I get to taste first." Lowering his voice to a whisper he added in Latin; "Ready to cum my sister?"

I looked up at Mark and felt my pussy give up even more moisture. My brother's body was covered with sweat, his powerful muscles slicked with it, and of course his enormous cock that was covered with his sisters spit, was standing at attention, oh how bad I wanted it inside if me. 

"Why don't you really show our friend here your hot little pussy?"

Taking his meaning, I went to lie back on the bed when I stopped and stared at Gary who had removed his cock from his jeans and was slowly stroking it. His cock was nowhere near the size of my brothers, but certainly wasn't small and it was hard as a rock. 

"That over me baby?" I asked flicking my tongue out at him.

"I wish it were over you, but hell yeah baby; now let me see that hot little snatch of yours!"

Lying back on the bed I pushed up far enough to be able to put my feet on the mattress. I slowly let my legs spread open exposing my dripping pussy. Grabbing the one nasty looking pillow that was on the bed, I shoved it behind my head to prop it up so I could watch Gary. As Mark knelt next to the bed I reached down, spreading myself open with my right hand while sliding the fingers of my left through my soft wet lips. I moaned from my own touch as my fingers brushed my clit. Sliding my fingers back through, I slipped one of them inside of my pussy, pumping it in and out. 

I let my head loll back as I played with myself. I was panting from both the need to cum as well as the extreme heat of the room. My hair was sticking to the sides of my face and I could feel the sweat on my back against the worn sheet I was lying on. Putting my head back up, I smiled as I saw Gary stroking his cock again. I moaned, twitching my hips as I started rubbing my clit and moving my hips into my finger. I added a second finger and looking at Mark begged;

"Come lick my pussy baby! Oh please make your favorite girl cum!"

Apparently tired of teasing himself, Mark quickly crawled between my legs, and with no hesitation plunged his tongue into my steaming slit. I cried out loudly as his tongue swirled around inside of my pussy. Still holding myself spread open with my right hand I brought the left up to start playing with my nipple. 

"Oh hell yeah!" I exclaimed as Mark began bobbing his head, pushing his tongue in and out of my pussy. "Oh that's right, tongue fuck me baby!"

"Hey I can't see!" Gary said in frustration from the chair.

Mark stood up, and after quickly kicking his jeans off, crawled up on the bed next to me. Putting his back to me Mark lied across my stomach propping himself up on his elbow. Wrapping his other arm around my thigh Mark slipped two fingers into my pussy. I immediately thrust my hips into them and grabbing the back of his head pushed it down between my legs. I let out a loud moan as Mark's tongue slid through the length of my pussy. Wrapping my fingers into his sweat soaked hair. I pushed harder holding his face at the top of my pussy urging him to lick my desperate clit. Taking the hint Mark swirled his tongue around my swollen pink button causing me to gasp and buck my hips.

Mark began to trace slow circles around my clit as his fingers pumped my sopping wet box. I could hear them sliding in and out, and could feel Mark's sweaty cheek pressing against my thigh. I brought my head up to peer at Gary over Mark's back. He was stroking his cock but slowly, as if waiting to cum when we finished. Speaking of cocks, letting go of my tit I pushed my hand against Mark's hip. Mark rolled to his knees so that I could grab and stroke his cock as he licked me. My brother moaned into my pussy and I felt his cock twitch in my hand. His cock was throbbing and I swear was harder than I ever remembered. I rubbed my hand over the sensitive head getting another moan as well as a handful of his pre cum. Releasing his cock , I brought my hand to my face, and with Gary looking on, licked my brother's juices off of my hand. Gary swallowed hard and I could see the stains on his chest where he was starting to sweat through his shirt. I quickly forgot about him however, as taking my clit between his lips, Mark sucked it into his mouth.

"Ohhh, ohhh please don't stop again baby!" I begged. "Oh your girl needs to come! Oh she does!!"

I heard Mark whimper softly into my pussy and smiled knowing it was because he loved it when I called myself his girl. Mark started to swirl his tongue around my clit while holding it in his mouth and I could feel my thighs starting to tremble. I began to play with my nipple again, twisting it hard between my fingers. My hips were pumping in rhythm to Mark's fingers and I was still holding his face to my pussy. I started to gasp as the orgasm that I so desperately needed began to build. Allowing my head to drop back onto the pillow, I arched my back, straining to get my brother's fingers as deep inside of me as I could. Mark started sucking my clit into his mouth so hard that his lips were making smacking sounds against my hot wet flesh, and his fingers were driving into my so hard his knuckles were hitting the sides of my pussy

"Ohhh," I whined. "Ohhhh, a little more!"

I could feel myself right on the edge, my entire body was shaking. I straightened my long legs out, my entire body straining to cum. Mark let his weight go on me so he could use his other hand, and with no warning shoved a finger into my extremely tight ass. I went off like a rocket, throwing my head back I wailed like a banshee, screaming at the top of my lungs as the powerful orgasm slammed through me. Tightening my hand in Mark's hair, I shoved his face hard between my legs to keep his mouth to my clit. I let out another wail of pure ecstasy louder than the previous one.

The adrenalin from the orgasm had shaken hands with the cocaine in my system and the combination of the two had me writhing and screaming like I never had before. I was bucking my hips savagely, and drawing my legs up I wrapped my thighs around Mark's neck and shoulders, squeezing him tightly. Mark's fingers were buried in my pussy and ass and I could feel my muscles contract around them as the orgasm sent another wave of pleasure through me. 

Mark shoved one of my thighs down to the bed so he could breathe and kept sucking on my clit.

"Oh fuck yeah!!!" I screamed as, incredibly, I felt a second orgasm racing through me.

I arched my back so far I heard it crack, and a tremendous spasm went through my body. I let out a surprised squeal as I felt my pussy contract, release, then gush directly into my brother's face. With a long shuddering moan I let my body relax, slumping down into the bed. I lay there gasping for breath, my eyes stinging from the sweat that was dripping into them. I didn't think I could move if my life depended on it. My heart was racing and I found myself wondering why the hell anyone thought coke could be bad for you. Holy Christ I had never cum that hard! Wherever Gary had gotten that blow it was some serious shit. Maybe I could find out and use some of the five hundred to...

"Holy shit Meg!" Mark exclaimed.

I forced my tired head up and saw Mark sitting up. His entire face was not just glistening, but dripping from my pussy gushing into his face.

"Oh holy shit is right." Gary said softly. "Girl you are an animal."

I looked over to see him still holding his cock but not jerking it, he was definitely waiting for the finale. Mark got off the bed and reaching down grabbed my wrists pulling me into a sitting position. I shook my head to try to clear it, then yelped as Mark hauled me to my feet to stand in front of him. I immediately kissed him hard, tasting myself off of his pussy soaked face. Mark kissed me back as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I broke the kiss and sighed as Mark started kissing my neck gently, while lightly teasing my nipples. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my thigh and knew where it needed to be. Not only that, but as tired as I was I knew how I wanted to be taken. The exact way my brother was planning no doubt.

"It's time to show Gary how you take your girl Mark." 

I squeezed my hands hard into Mark's shoulders and ripped down with my nails, leaving long red trails down his chest. My brother's breath hissed out between his teeth and his eyes darkened dangerously. Grabbing my hair, he yanked it back hard. I cried out as the hot pain flowing through my scalp, mingled with the fire in my veins, causing my pussy to gush yet again. With a flick of his wrist Mark gave my tits a back handed slap that caused me to yelp as his hand caught my sensitive nipples.

"Jesus!" I heard Gary say.

Mark yanked me to the side sticking his leg out as he did causing me to start to fall. Still holding my hair, Mark whipped me to the side as I was falling. I cried out as my back slammed into the side of the bed, and my ass hit the floor hard. As I sat there stunned, Mark swung his leg over me so that he was straddling my out stretched legs. Still holding my hair Mark grabbed his cock and shoved it into my face. 

I opened my mouth just in time as Mark drove the full length of his cock into it. Holding the back of my head so I couldn't move, Mark pushed his cock even deeper until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I reached up, raking my nails across his stomach, and pushing hard against him. Letting go of my hair, Mark caught my hands and forced them together so that he was holding both of my thin wrists in one of his large hands.

With a yank, Mark pulled my arms up over my head until my ass lifted off the floor. I tried to cry out as the hot pain flowed down my arms, but all that came out was a stifled groan. Grabbing my hair again, Mark started pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. Even as I whimpered in pain, from my hair being pulled and my arms stretched, I felt my pussy heating up as my brother repeatedly force fed me over ten inches of hard cock. I opened my mouth wider as Mark began fucking my face even harder. I heard Gary moan and forcing my eyes in that direction saw him stroking his cock again. 

Letting go of my hair, Mark dropped his hand down and gave my nipple a hard twist causing me to whimper around his cock again. Mark was slamming my mouth so hard that my eyes were beginning to water and my head was bouncing off the bed behind me. I was wondering how much more I could take when I heard Gary call out;

"Fuck her! Fuck the shit out of her!"

Mark immediately yanked his cock from my mouth. I sat there trying to catch my breath, but screamed in pain as demonstrating his amazing strength, Mark hauled me to my feet one handed by my wrists. Mark continued to pull until I was standing before him on the tips of my toes. Reaching down between my legs Mark shoved his thumb against my clit causing me to moan in mixed pain and pleasure.

"Little slut." He hissed at me.

"Your slut baby," I gasped. "Now are you going to stop posing and fuck me, or do I need him to do it?"




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 34



Mark let go of my wrists, grabbed me around the waist, and lifting me off my feet, threw me onto the bed. I grunted in pain as I landed on a spring. There was a loud crack followed by the bed frame breaking, and the bed hitting the floor. Stepping forward Mark grabbed my ankles, lifted my legs in the air, and with one smooth thrust drove his cock into my eager pussy.

"Oh yes!!" I screamed as Mark buried his cock to the hilt inside of his sister's red hot pussy.

Mark spread his arms so that my legs were wide open and began fucking the shit out of me. Reaching up I grabbed my tits and started playing with my nipples. I moaned as I looked at my brother standing between my legs. Mark's powerful chest was dripping with sweat and there were bloody scratches across both his chest and stomach. Mark's arms were flexed as they held my legs open, and his face was a mask of pure lust as he pounded his huge dick in and out of his big sisters welcoming flesh. Mark crawled up onto his knees on the edge of the bed, and letting my ankles go, braced his hands on the bed then leaned forward. His shoulders were under my knees and I found my legs bent so far back my ankles were almost behind my ears and my ass was lifted off the bed.  

"Oh my fucking God!!" I screamed as Mark reared back and began to slam his cock into me.

I threw my head back and screamed again, as Mark continued his relentless assault on my pussy. I don't think he had ever been this deep. I put my hands on his shoulders, digging my nails hard into his flesh. I saw him start to smile and I ripped them down his chest again. I heard a gasp next to me and forcing my head to turn saw Gary was stroking his cock hard and fast as he watched my brother all but break me in half. My eyes met Gary's and held them as I yelped and moaned with every thrust of my brother's enormous prick. Turning back to Mark I gasped;

"Take me on my knees!"

Not needing to be told twice, Mark pulled his cock from my pussy, grabbed my hips, and with a wrench of his powerful shoulders, flipped me over onto my stomach. I turned so that I would be facing Gary and as Mark got on the bed behind me I drew my knees up under my stomach, pointed my ass in the air, and prepared myself for the brutal fucking I had needed all night. My brother did not disappoint me. Grabbing my hips so hard I moaned, Mark thrust himself inside of me and began fucking me even harder than he had been when I was on my back.

"Oh yeah baby!!" I yelled. "Fuck that pussy! Give it to me like I need it!"

As I yelled, I found myself once again staring at Gary, he was pumping his cock hard and fast and I could see that it was dripping. The sight of his cock caused my pussy to heat up even more, and sliding my hand underneath me, I started playing with my clit. I was rubbing it as fast as I could as I could hear Mark beginning to gasp and moan. Gary was also moaning and he was pounding his cock even harder. Knowing that he was going to cum wishing he were fucking me, was getting me even more worked up then I had been, and to my delight I could feel an orgasm building. Behind me Mark gasped and I called out;

"Oh hold on baby! Please just a little more! Oh I want to cum on that cock!"

Mark slowed his thrusting down, as I sped my fingers up even more, and a moment later I let out another long loud scream as my fourth orgasm in the last hour smashed through me. I screamed again as Mark once again began fucking the shit out of me. I moaned loudly at the feeling of my pussy contracting around my brother's throbbing cock. In front of me Gary released a sound that was something between a groan and a gasp. As the last of my orgasm flowed through me I groaned;

"Oh cum for me baby, oh let me see it! I...ohhh yes!"

Gary moaned, gave his cock a couple of more hard pumps, and to my surprise, grabbed my panties from the arm of the chair and held them in front of his cock. As I watched Gary gasped and his cock exploded, sending a huge spurt of cum directly onto the red panties.

"Yes! Oh all for me! oh yeah!" I called out as he kept stroking, pumping more cum onto the crotch of my panties. 

My focus switched back to the savage pounding Mark was giving me. My hand was still on my pussy and reaching back further, I started rubbing Mark's balls as he drove in and out of me. My pussy was so wet that I could feel both Mark's and my thighs dripping and his cock was making a delicious sucking sound as he pulled it back. I squealed as Mark pushed my back down, angling my ass higher and started drilling me even deeper. Mark gave me a couple of more savage pumps then pulling his cock from my pussy stood up on the bed. Knowing what he wanted, I quickly got to my knees to see Mark squeezing his cock tightly. Tilting my head back and opening my mouth, I stuck my tongue out eagerly awaiting me reward. With the loudest cry I'd ever heard from him, Mark let his cock go.

I flinched as the first huge spurt of cum missed my mouth and splattered against my cheek. The second shot caught my upper lip and began to drip into my mouth. I moaned as I kneeled on the bed, my brother spraying cum all over my face, while another man had just cum watching me get fucked. Mark was still cumming, and grabbing his cock from him, I pulled it into my mouth and started sucking it. Mark gasped and I could feel his legs shaking. Despite how much cum he had painted my face with I still sucked down several long squirts, whimpering at how much I loved the taste of my little brothers cum. 

Giving the tip of his cock one more hard suck, I was rewarded with a couple of more drops and that precious little whimper. Mark sank to his knees in front of me panting. I leaned against him and he put his arm around my shoulders. We were both out of breath, covered in sweat and of course I was covered with a bit more than that. 

"Megan, look up at me please?" 

I tiredly lifted my head to Gary and he shook his head at the sight of my cum soaked face.

"Holy Christ is that something." He said sounding out of breath himself. 

As I watched Gary used my panties to wipe off his cock, then standing, zipped up before sitting back down and lighting a cigarette. Mark slowly got off the bed and after looking around, picked up a towel that was on the small table and handed it to me. I quickly wiped my face off and when I was finished Mark handed me my clothes. Standing up, I quickly slipped the skirt on and as I put my the vest on Gary said;

"One more peek?"

With a laugh, I faced him, cupping my tits once more for him before buttoning the vest. I turned to see that Mark had already dressed and was walking over to the table. As I sat and pulled my boots on I watched Mark pick up the money slipping it into his pocket. Gary also stood up and coming over offered me a cigarette. I gratefully took one and let him light it for me. 

"Well let me tell you," he said. "The two of you did not disappoint! Christ you are hot together!"

"Thank you baby!" I said laughing. I felt positively giddy at this point. 

I took the cigarette from my mouth, put my arms around Gary, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Aww aren't you sweet." He said grinning.

"Hey, umm Gary." I said. "Where did you get that coke?"

"You want more kid?" 

"Enough Meg. Mark said coming up next to me.

"Tell you what hon," Gary began, "You were so fucking hot, here."

Gary reached into his pocket and to my delight pressed another packet into my hand.

"No charge sweetie you were worth it."

I ignored the dirty look Mark gave me as I put the packet in my pocket. Gary offered Mark a cigarette and shrugging he took one. Turning to me, Mark leaned forward, placing the tip of his cigarette against mine to light it. I smiled as he did it, just one of those little things I always got a kick out of. I sighed contentedly; I was buzzing, had coke in my pocket, and had just made five hundred dollars fucking my brother in front of some pervert who had no clue about us. Not only that but that money would be enough for Mark and I to spend more time up here alone. At this point I was pretty convinced it could not get better than this. Mark started to pull away, but I threw my arm around his shoulder keeping his face next to mine. I gave him a kiss then placed my cheek against his.

I saw Gary looking at us strangely and Mark asked;

"Something wrong?"

Gary shrugged;

"Not at all," he then pointed at us; "Anyone ever tell you two that you look a lot alike?"

"Yeah," Mark said calmly. "We've heard that a couple of times."

Gary nodded.

"Not surprised, hell Megan here could pass for your sister." 

          *****

I shook my head and rubbed at my stinging eyes as if I could erase that final image in my mind of my brother and I naked and sweating, sitting in front of a guy who had just jerked off while we fucked in front of him. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and pushed the image out of my mind. I had, as my brother had commented, been a big girl and allowed that entire night to play through my mind. I had faced those memories of being that strung out little slut whose only worry was her next fix, even when her brother was with her. In the end it had been nowhere near as bad as letting the memory of the Wolves Den have its way with me. However, as it turned out apparently that night at the Dirty Dog, which had seemed like nothing but sleazy fun, had far more repercussions than that hellish night at the club. 

I opened my eyes wincing at how sore they were, as well as at the throbbing in my temples. I had barely slept the last three nights and found myself feeling the same if not worse as I had when I had flown up on Friday. I'd had a tremendous night's sleep in my brother's arms Friday night. Since then however, the last three days had been an emotional rollercoaster. In the midst of trying to sort out almost two decades worth of feelings for my brother, I had been presented with an opportunity of a life time to paint for Albert Walsh. Unfortunately Walsh was demanding I leave the same night Mark was expecting his answer. Further complicating things was the unexpected drama between Mark and my father. Today was the day that all answers were due and I had started off with having none. Still unsure of my answer to my brother, I had decided to go after the one answer I felt I could get. By admittedly playing Mark dirty, and taking advantage of his desire to hear my answer, I had worn him down with sex, and then gave him the ultimatum of losing his chance with me over his dirty little secrets. 

Mark had caved, and now and here I was staring at pictures of my brother and I having sex. Sins of past that had come close to destroying not only Mark's career but my relationship with my parents. Looking down again at that folder I recalled the old expression 'be careful of what you wish for because you just may get it.' In his defense my brother had warned me, but I had pushed and now found myself, as he had said, facing yet another painful reminder of a past that just seemed to refuse to be laid to rest. Speaking of my brother it occurred to me that I had been lost in thought for what seemed like a long time and looked up at him.

I needn't have worried about Mark wondering what I was thinking as my brother had obviously 'gone away' as he still did from time to time. Mark was sitting back in his chair, his eyes on the black metal box he had taken the pictures from, but it was obvious he was somewhere else. I took a moment to look at him as he stared off into his own thoughts. My brothers normally beautiful golden green eyes were rimmed with red, and I could see dark shadows beneath them. Mark's hands were folded across his chest, but I could see his index finger tapping nervously. The expression on Mark's face was one I had rarely seen there before, my brother looked defeated. 

He had fought desperately to not tell me about the trial and his issues with my father, to once again protect me but I had forced his hand. I also had no doubt that with this turn of events my brother saw his chances with me growing more and more fleeting. Whether that was true or not I wasn't sure, but looking back down at the folder I realized that those pictures were the exact thing that I had always worried about when thinking of the two of us as anything more than siblings with benefits; getting caught. 

With a start, I became aware of my hand reaching for the folder, part of me wanting to look at them again. My brother had referred to them as a train wreck and I had to agree. As horrible as they were there was something fascinating about them. Tearing my gaze from the folder, I took a deep breath, and knowing I was stating the obvious but needing to say something said;

"So good old Gary was a PI?"

"Hmmm?" Mark shook his head then focused on me. "Oh yeah, Alex put him on us not to long after the trail." 

"But why all the way up there? I mean I used to go to your place."

"Honestly I think Alex wanted the absolute best pictures possible, didn't want to settle for some grainy shots through a window blind. We were always more careful at home."

"But the drugs Mark?" I asked. "I mean this guy smoked grass with me, was carrying coke, and I mean he..." I shrugged. "He fucking jerked off in front of us!"

"Hey some people like their work. " Mark replied. "As for the drugs that was his way of insuring that we would play, and that we wouldn't be suspicious." Mark laughed softly

"Trust me Meg in twelve years of practicing I have come to find that PI's are some of the sleaziest people you'll ever meet." He shook his head. "Alex paid him a small fortune and he got his rocks off, win win for Gary."

Mark leaned forward in his chair and putting his elbows on the table, rested his chin in his hands.

"You know Meg, you blame yourself for a lot, but that one was all me. Guy talked about how bad he wanted to watch us and I was hammered and talked you into it."

"That's not true Mark." I told him. "When I started whining about the coke you were hedging, if he didn't offer you might have backed down." I sighed. "It was..."

"Meg I would have. I was caught up in the game." He sighed. "I just didn't know I was part of someone else's game."

"Hey Mark?" I asked as one thought had been nagging at me. "How the hell did he take them? Where was the damn camera?"

"They were planted around the room Meg; the guy followed us there, decided how he was going to try to hook us, and rented the room. He had everything set up before he came down to set us up. The cameras were on timers, clicking off every so many seconds. I'm sure there were a lot more pictures, those were just the pick of the litter."

Mark gave me a tired smile.

"Quite ironic when you consider the set up I have in my room."

Mark had several small video cameras placed behind the mirrors in his bedroom. They had been installed by, quite ironically as my brother had said, a white collar private investigator that was a member of his group. The cameras were turned on by one switch near his bed and Mark had taped himself with all of his pets and quite a few other women he had been with. Speaking of irony, the one woman he had never taped himself with was me, for fear of it ever being found.

"Of course that irony came into play later on as well." Mark said quietly as if speaking more to himself. "Lex Talionis after all."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

Mark shrugged and with a sigh sat back in his chair. I waited for him to speak but he remained silent and I realized that he was not just going to simply tell me anything. I would have to ask, one more of his incessant games. Well then I would just have to keep asking.

 "Okay," I began leaning forward and folding my arms over the folder so I couldn't see it anymore. "So you're about to hand McCallister his ass and little Stevie is on the verge of doing time so Alex sends you these right?"

"He sent me a set of pictures, yes." 

I narrowed my eyes as Mark had phrased that oddly, and even answered as if he were in the courtroom. There was something about how he had said that, but I could figure that out later.

"And then of course you guys meet and he threatens to put them up on the internet, destroy your career and maybe me in the deal."

Mark nodded.

"Ideally, my career would be finished, your parents would disown you and he was even hoping you would blame me and hate me for it. Take everything away from me."

"I could never hate you my brother." I told him softly.

"Question is can you ever love me?"

I stopped as Mark had really slipped that one in. I looked away then facing him again simply said;

"One thing at a time Mark, I'm trying to figure this out."

Mark rolled his eyes.

"Nothing to figure, good guys win." He frowned. "On the surface anyway."

"Oh stop being so fucking cryptic Mark!" I snapped at him. "This is our lives, not a TV series!" I rolled my eyes. "Law and order Family Affairs."

Mark cocked his eyebrows, and then flashed me an actual smile.

"Hey that was pretty damn funny."

I sighed, rolling my eyes again.

"Seriously Mark, the pictures didn't make it out there. You pulled a rabbit out of your ass like you always do and found away to back Warner down."

"Of course." Mark replied.

He went silent again and I continued to stare at him expectantly. Our eyes met and for awhile Mark's weird multi colored eyes bored into my ice blue gaze. Neither of us looked away and we barely blinked. Finally Mark looked away with a grunt of disgust.

"Like a friggin' snake you are."

"I prefer a gorgon thank you." I replied tapping the Medusa tattoo on my arm.

Mark looked at me and asked;

"You're really not going to let up are you Meg?"

"I want to know Mark, I want to know everything." Changing gears, I softened my gaze and said added; "Please tell me little brother, you showed me these."

I reached across the desk and placing my hand over his whispered;

"Just trust me Mark okay? You and I shouldn't have any secrets. Just tell me what you did."

"Easier if I show you." Mark said. "Hell you may even find it entertaining." 

Sitting up, Mark went into the black box and removed another envelope. Reaching in, he pulled out a photo and handed it to me. The photo was of a pretty girl who appeared to be in her early twenties. The girl, who was dressed in a pink t-shirt and jeans, had long dirty blond hair, hazel eyes and an adorable rather shy smile. All in all she appeared to be the girl next store type. Looking up from the photo I asked;

"Who is this? One of your pets you corrupted?"

Mark shook his head.

"Nope, that cute little thing is Ashley Winthrop, asshole Stevie's older sister."

I felt my stomach begin to tighten.

"Mark, tell me you didn't..."

"See Meg, when this all started even though I was going to try to win clean I knew things were going to get real nasty, real quick so I started looking for anything I might need down the line."

Reaching across the desk Mark took back the picture of Winthrop's daughter.

"I've told you one of the members from my group is the best PI's on the east coast, one of the best in the country. So one of the first things I did was had him check on little Ashley here."

"What about Winthrop himself Mark? I mean...

"Winthrop has skeletons for sure." Mark agreed. "But they are well hidden, and he can afford to fight them tooth and nail. Besides as Alex proved you don't go for those who can fight back, you go for the bystanders."

Mark picked up the pack of cigarettes and lit another one before continuing. I noticed his hand was shaking as he lit it, and once again winced at how bad his eyes looked.

"So anyway, nothing comes back on Ashley, matter of fact the kid is like the anti-Winthrop. She is due to graduate American University this year as the top student in her class. Majoring in political science, Ashley here is about to leave college for what should be a very successful career in politics, especially with her old man's connections."




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 34



"But if there was nothing then..." 

I started but Mark cut me off.

"Oh yes little Ashley was a good girl, no drugs, no booze, no wild sex parties hell, come to find out she disowned her brother after he got caught with coke, and hasn't spoken to him in two years. Already showing her father's business savvy, distancing herself from the black sheep of the family. Nope this girl was so clean and vanilla it was enough to make you sick." He grunted. "Even had the same boyfriend since highschool."

"There has to be a 'but' coming." I said even though part of me was convinced my brother wasn't even aware I was speaking.

"So I waste an entire night reading about this kids straight A's, endless awards, and volunteer charity work until I'm nauseous. I was going to call it quits, but decide to go all the way and hit her face book, and my space pages."

He shook his head in disgust.

"Nothing but family photos, dumb quotes and typical gossip, but." Mark pointed at me, so apparently he was still in the same world I was for the moment anyway. "Down near the bottom she has this quote; 'My special friends can always find me here!'

Mark put his hand out to me as he spoke;

"So face book right? Well no, underneath the words, but not right underneath is a picture of a black lotus. I click it and it takes me to a blank black page asking for a password 'my personal invitation' Now I'm curious, but exhausted and I have to say I was convinced I wasn't going to find anything." 

"Now flash forward two months later. Alex sends me the pics, and I call you and tell you I'm done and will come see you. Game over." Mark sat back and sighed.

"I mean I could never jeopardize you, but as I'm sitting there on Friday night, drinking myself into oblivion I keep coming back to Alicia Carson," he grunted disgustedly. "The girl was innocent Megan and this guilty as sin prick was going to not only walk but it would be her life that was over before it started. I started thinking there had to be something I missed, somewhere there had to be something I could come up with to stop this."

Mark finished the cigarette and as usual put it out in his hand.

"So I start digging and for the hell of it I send my guy that face book link and see if he can hack it. He sends me back the link with a way to get in, and lo and behold."

Reaching into the envelope again Mark handed me the same picture. My eyes widened as I looked at it, had I not known who it was supposed to be I would have never recognized Ashley Winthrop. Ashley was completely gothed out, her hair dyed jet black with streaks of blue and her face painted as ghostly as mine was right now. Also like me, her eyes were done in heavy black mascara with matching black lipstick. I also saw that she was wearing contacts which made her eyes a startling shade of emerald green. Ashley was wearing a blue and black corset that was pushing up a rather impressive looking set of tits, and a long leather black skirt that had slits on both sides running all the way to her slim hips. The ensemble was completed by a pair of knee high stiletto boots, and black lace gloves that went up to her elbows.

"Meet Purgatory Rose, aka Ashley Winthrop." 

"Poser or real deal?" I asked

"Oh poser for sure." Mark answered. "She liked to dress the part, write depressing poetry, and generally act like a lost little waif. Her site was just a bunch of photos and nothing indecent. Even if someone found it, there wasn't much you could do with it; she's just playing dress up."

He started to point and I beat him to it.

"But..."

"But amongst her whiny poor little rich girl trying to play tragic tale is this line about 'looking for a real master' I click it and it's this rant about how she so wants to give herself to someone how she wants to be taken by a true master of women but all she has met is boys and," he rolled his eyes. "Posers."

"Pot calling the kettle black." I said.

"Right, still nothing and hell it would take a while to prove it's even her. So its summer, and she is staying in Boston but I figure she plays mostly down there. I call someone I know down in DC and they start asking around the clubs. Saturday morning I get the report that she pops up in the clubs dances smokes a couple of cigarette's and that's about it. Squeaky clean, no rave parties, no weird sex games they said usually she goes home alone."

Mark sighed.

"So seeing I have nothing, I'm ready to say fuck it then..." Mark rubbed at his eyes, then looking away from me said. "The voice starts up and..."

"Mark!" I exclaimed. "You went off your medication?"

Still looking away from me Mark nodded.

"I...I needed it Megan, when things get like that I take any edge I can get, and if I stop the meds here and there it comes around in a few days and I can pretty much deal with it."

"Oh my god Mark! Promise me you won't ever do that again! I mean..."

"Megan I lived with it from the time I was ten until I put it away after Max. For the most part I could control it." He looked up at me and continued. "You have to understand for years it helped me, protected me, and did what ever had to be done for me to survive Megan. When I saw Max the voice, which was me being crazy in the first place went crazy itself. The voice lived for revenge and it went over the edge. Even after Max it helped me; I could have never gotten through the polygraph and..."

"Or never tried to beat the shit out of Alex," I paused and said softly. "Or almost rape me in my parent's bed."

"Megan..."

"Okay Mark, forget it, so Ashley?"

"Anyway my friend there starts yapping and amongst all the usual crap about what a pussy I've become, it starts to make some sense."

"Oh I can't wait to hear this." I sat back rolling my eyes.

"Well what was the case about? An innocent being persecuted by the guilty. The other thing it was really about behind the scenes was character attacks and misdirection, smoke and mirrors. At the end what it was really about was attacking others not involved."

Mark's eyes lost that unfocused look as he started to work himself up.

"McCallister was attacking an innocent girl; Alex was blackmailing me, by threatening to hurt Doug and Denise, and of course you." Mark gave me a dry smile. "Not that you are innocent in anyway but in this case you were. You had nothing to do with this. In essence Alex gave me a choice. Let an innocent fall, or save my sister and her family. Who goes down the guilty," Mark tapped the folder in front of me. "Which we were, or the innocent?"

"I decided that to beat them I would have to join them. I needed to make Winthrop make a choice."

"But it was Alex who..."

"But Winthrop was driving Alex; if I could get to Winthrop I could make him back off Alex. See Winthrop had no clue what Alex had; Warner's leverage was about keeping them under wraps. So Winthrop was the target. So I did what Alex did, I went after his family."

"Mark what did you do to this girl?"

"I gave her what she wanted Meg," Mark smiled wickedly. "I introduced her to a true master of women."

"Mark..."

"You know Meg, why don't I just show you."

Reaching into the envelope Mark took out a plastic case and removed a dvd. Walking across the room to the TV, he had on a shelf in one of the bookcases; Mark slipped the dvd in and began speaking as he walked back to his desk.

"I contacted her on her Purgatory site and invited her down to Providence to meet me. She asked who I was and I told her I was the one she sought. She wanted me to come to her and I told her that if she is seeking then she has to come find me." he laughed "Or some corny shit like that. I let the voice handle it." 

Mark sat down at the desk and reaching into his top draw pulled out a remote.

"So little Ashley drives down to Providence and I meet her at Club Hell. It was over in less thana half hour. I was in full Dark Prince Mode, colors flying, eyes black as hell, speaking Latin and she couldn't resist.

"But why tell you about it?" Mark asked hitting the play button. "This is only the highlights by the way the entire session was almost three hours."

"Three..." My eyes widened. "But..."

"Shhh." Mark said, putting his fingers to his lips and pointing at the TV.

I turned in my chair and watched as the tv came on. The first thing I saw was Mark's bedroom. I recognized the angle as the mirror in the upper corner. The entire bed could be seen along with huge mirror over the bureau and the bedroom door was also visible. The door opened and Mark entered. My brother was dressed in tight black jeans, but from the waist up was covered only with a series of crisscrossing leather straps held together with links of chain. His back was mostly exposed, showing off the enormous Baphomet tattoo as well as the huge tat's on his arms. Mark turned back to the door and I saw Ashley Winthrop dressed in a red leather skirt and matching vest begin to follow him in.

Mark stepped up to her, reached into her vest, and from the startled cry she released must have twisted her nipple.

"Is that how one such as you enters my lair?" Mark demanded.

"I.. I'm sorry. I.." Ashley cried out again, as Mark savagely pulled on her long hair.

"You address me as Master, any other answer leads to pain and you'll be receiving enough of that as it is. Now try again."

The scene jumped and I saw Ashley completely naked, crawling on her hands and knees into my brother's bedroom. Another skip and my eyes widened as she was chained face down on the bed whimpering and squirming as Mark held a candelabra over her covering her back with hot wax. As the scene continued Mark lifted the candelabra over his own head and tipping it upside down poured was over his chest and shoulders. The camera had closed in on him, and I could see his eyes were glowing from the flickering candlelight and his face was twisted into a mask of lust and pain. 

Another cut and this time I whispered;

"Oh my god Mark."

Ashley was now chained to the end of Mark's bed. Her wrists and ankles fastened to the four posts leaving her suspended spread eagled in the air. Her back was to the camera and Mark was standing behind her whirling a long thin dowel through the air. Knowing the camera was on him Mark made a show of twirling the dowel expertly before whipping it around and striking Winthrop across her exposed ass. She let out a yelp of pain and Mark rapidly hit her several more times.

"Crying?" he demanded. "Is that the thanks I get for wasting my time teaching you the road to pleasure?"

"Oh oh I.. I'm sorry Master. Oh thank you t.. Ow!!"

Mark had whipped the dowel around again, this time connecting with the back of her thigh. 

"Is this what you want, you whore? You want to be taught or do you want me to let you go?"

"I want to learn Master, of please teach this unworthy whore!!"

"Smart." I said softly my brother knew his game making sure that Ashley asked for everything she was going to receive. 

"Then learn some manners you fucking pig. I want a thank you for each strike."

With that Mark began whipping the dowel through the air. Starting at the top of her back, my brother expertly played it up and down her body. At first I found myself wincing as Mark dropped down, catching the extremely tender soles of Ashley's feet, then worked his way up to the equally soft flesh at the backs of her knees. As Mark continued caning her however, I began to feel a stirring between my legs as I remembered one night back before I moved to Chicago that Mark had chained me and beaten me like that. My feet were so sore I couldn't walk the next day, but I had cum howling like an animal as he had done it.

Speaking of cumming I saw Mark pause to slip a silver bullet vibrator between Ashley's legs. Holding the remote in one hand, he continued to flick the dowel across her body with the other. Ashley moaned as Mark must have turned the bullet on, then yelped as he caught her on her side catching her tit with the tip of the dowel.

"Pleasure and Pain whore, which one do you want more?"

Mark started flicking the dowel with less force but much faster. Ashley was writhing, twisting against the chains as she yelped and whimpered. As this went on however, I could hear the pitch of the cry's changing as her bodies desire to cum took over. I started breathing faster as I saw Ashley suddenly lock her arms and legs, arching her back as she strained to cum.

"Ask properly and you may!" Mark snapped.

"Oh Master please, oh please let me cum ohhh..."

"Are you worthy?" 

"Only if you...you think I am!"

"Good answer my pet there is hope for you."

Mark must have cranked up the vibrator because Ashley suddenly threw her head back, letting a scream of pleasure, as she came chained to the bed. As I watched Ashley squeal and thrash against the chains, my pussy began to heat up even more as I saw the dozens of small welts covering her from her back to her feet.

"Ohhh thank youuuu!!!!" She howled as the orgasm continued to flow through her.

The scene switched once more, and Ashley was on her knees, her hands tied behind her back, while Mark stood before her brutally fucking her mouth. I noticed Mark wasn't going much more than half way in, but Ashley's eyes were watering as she was made gurgling sounds each time he shoved it into her wide stretched mouth. Mark withdrew his cock looking down disgustedly and saying;

"For Christ's sake can't you do better than that? Fuck, I could jerk off and it would be better. I think you should take your sorry ass back home to your little boyfriend!"

"No," Ashley begged. "No please Master, oh please let me try again!"

"Better than that." Mark said smiling wickedly.

"Oh master will you please let this unworthy whore taste that beautiful cock? Oh please master?"

"Seeing you asked for it." Mark said, winking up at the camera.

The camera cut out and I gasped as the next scene was Ashley Winthrop on her knees locked in a dog crate that was on Mark's bed. Mark was standing in front of it, shoving his cock through the door and into her mouth. Mark stepped back and once again Ashley began begging for his cock. I became aware of my hand creeping towards my nipple and forced myself to stop. On the screen Mark had opened the crate and pulled Ashley out by the leash that was attached to the collar around her neck. Another switch and she was on her back, with her legs chained and held wide open as Mark lied between them, flicking his tongue across her pussy. Ashley was squirming and straining against the chains while she whimpered and begged to cum. This was filmed from the ceiling mirror and gave the full view of not only Ashley spread eagled, but of my brother's incredible back and ass as he lied there teasing her with his tongue and fingers. Ashley gasped and her back arched, Mark then stopped, pulling his head back.

"ooohh noooo!" Ashley whined. "Oh Master pleeeeese!"

I felt my face start to flush as Mark resumed licking, and in seconds Ashley was crying out as another orgasm swept through her bound body. She had just stopped and slumped back into the bed panting, when in one smooth movement, Mark slid up between her legs. Ashley cried out in pain as my brother's huge dick entered her for the first time. Mark immediately began slamming her hard and fast, fucking the shit out of her. Ashley was squealing with each thrust, and the look on her face was one of pain as Mark drove his enormous cock into her tight young pussy. Mark pulled out and stood over her with while squeezing his cock. Ashley proved a quick learner as she cried out;

"Oh yes oh please cum on me! Oh please Master let me taste it!" 

Mark leaned over and jerking his cock, began completely painting Winthrop's face with spurt after spurt of his hot thick cum. 

"This is the best." Mark said quietly.

The screen flickered and I found myself staring straight into Ashley Winthrop's pain wracked face. Ashley was on her knees with my brother behind her tearing into her doggy style. Mark had her hair pulled so hard her head was forced up to face the camera and I could see her neck bending back at an angle. Mark was hammering away at her so hard I could hear their flesh slapping together and Ashley was yelping continuously. Mark stopped fucking her and leaning back removed his cock. With an evil smile he pushed it against her and I saw Winthrop's eyes widen.

"Oh, Oh I..."

"No?" Mark asked. "You don't want this beautiful cock in your nasty ass? Is that what you're saying?

"Oh, of...of course not Master I want it I do, but it's so big I... ohhh" 

Winthrop moaned in pain as Mark must have pushed his cock part way in. I felt my pussy begin to dry up as there was nothing hot about anal sex to me, not after what I had been through.

"Take it or leave it pig, your choice."

"Yes master! I oh please!"

"Please?"

"Oh please fuck my ass Master, please make this whore into a real woman for you!"

"As you wish." Mark said softly while smirking into the camera.

Mark drove his hips forward and Ashley let out a scream of pain. Part of me wanted to look away at this point, but I nevertheless found myself transfixed by the site of Ashley's face as my brother slammed ten plus inches of cock into her ass. Ashley eyes were bulging and her mouth was stuck open in a continuous squeal. Still fucking her hard and fast, Mark reached behind him and when he brought his hand up I saw he had the vibrator in his hand. Mark pushed the bullet between Winthrop's legs and turning it on, dropped the remote, grabbed her hips and began absolutely tearing into her. 

Ashley screamed again and again, but as before I began to hear hints of pleasure in them. Pulling her head back even more; Mark commanded;

"That banner over the mirror read it out loud!"

"It.. is... only by way of pain one arrives at pleasure!" Ashley was gasping and yelping between each word and when she finished Mark snapped;

"Then enjoy the ride whore!"

Mark let go of her hair and grabbing both of her slim hips, began savagely fucking her ass. Ashley was now practically howling as my brother tore into her ass, but in between her shrieks were tiny gasps and I watched as the look on her face changed from pure pain to surprise as she no doubt felt herself ready to cum as my brother relentlessly pounded her ass. Mark grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms back and lifting her upper body off the bed. Angling his hips Mark started driving his cock in even deeper. A minute later Ashley Winthrop tossed her head back, opened her mouth, and let out a howl of pure pleasure. As Mark continued to fuck her Ashley squealed and bucked her hips back against him. They were both covered with sweat and at this point Ashley looked as sex drunk as my brother as she writhed against his powerful body.

Ashley let out one last gasp, and Mark shoved her in the back sending her face down on the bed. Bracing his hands in the middle of her back Mark lifted his knees off the bed and started driving up and down into her ass as if doing pushups. Ashley was moaning into the bed as Mark started pumping faster and harder. After several more savage pumps Mark pulled his cock out and flipping Winthrop over sprayed his cum all over her face and tits. When he was done Mark scooped some of his cum off of Winthrop's tits with his fingers and held them in front of her.

"Oh thank you master!" She panted before eagerly sucking his fingers into her mouth.

The scene faded and the next image was of Ashley dressed in her skirt and vest sitting next to my brother on the end of the bed. Mark was still naked and had his arm around her shoulders. I noticed that both their hair was wet, and assumed Mark had showered with her. Mark leaned in, and after giving Ashley a kiss on the cheek said;

"So Rose, is that what you were hoping for?




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 35



 Author's note: Well as I mentioned in the previous chapter this one is pretty important to the rest of the series, so a couple of things before you read it. First remember going back to 34 that this ch. Starts from Mark's pov. Next there is no incest in this chapter. There is some implied incest (you'll see) but no actual, this is also one of the chapters that I had in mind as far as story over erotica. The erotica is within the first third of the chapter then the next two parts are going to be two major developments in the series. Now for my dedications. There are two. The first is to the many people who have requested something from Mark's pov and also a return of the Voice. So for those who asked I hope you enjoy Mark's 'other half'. Next a special dedication to very supportive fellow author Naughty_Misty (if you have not read her John and Melissa series be sure to check it out! She is on my fav's page) This one is for you babe, enjoy your 'time' with Mark! As always thank you for reading. Lovecraft68



Finally! After years of trying, I had my sister right where I wanted her; beneath me. Not just beneath me, but allowing me to do what I had been dreaming about; love her. For the first time in the close to two decades that we had been lovers, it was my sister I was in bed with, not her nasty girl persona. Looking down, I resisted the urge to smile. Lying beneath me, long black hair fanned across my crimson sheets, eyes shut and her full perfect lips parted, my sister had never appeared more beautiful. I leaned down, softly kissing those inviting lips. Megan opened her eyes at the kiss and I found myself staring into her amazing crystal blue eyes. I lowered myself down, sliding my arms under hers, bringing our bodies close together.

Megan whimpered as my lips left hers, but that whimper quickly turned into a satisfied purr as my lips found the soft smooth skin of her neck. I also sighed as I continued to slowly thrust into her warm wet flesh. Megan's hands had been on my arms, squeezing my biceps, but now slid across my shoulders pulling me even deeper into her embrace. I felt like purring myself as my sister's long legs wrapped themselves around my hips, drawing me even deeper into her. 

"Oh, Mark this is soooo perfect." Megan moaned into my ear.

Perfect was exactly what this was; perfect because we were meant to be. This moment was the culmination of that night over fifteen years ago, when my sister entered my bedroom and became my first lover. Megan gasped in my ear,and I could feel her legs trembling around my waist. I became aware of the pleasant sensation of her hard nipples pressing into my chest, as she hugged me even tighter to her. Knowing that she was close to cumming, I started thrusting into her faster. Megan's hips started to rock into mine, and this time I did smileas her eyes closed, and her mouth opened to emit a soft moan of pleasure. Moments later we both moaned as Megan came, her pussy contracting around my hard flesh.

Even Megan's orgasm was different. Normally my sister would cum like an animal, squealing at the top of her lungs while her body bucked wildly. Tonight however, Megan was whimpering softly, her hips still sliding against mine in that incredible slow steady rhythm. My lips found hers once more, capturing her soft sounds with my kiss. I felt Megan shudder beneath me as her legs locked around me, and a moment later, she released a long sexy sigh of contentment in my ear. Her orgasm had brought on my own; fighting the urge to go faster, I forced myself to maintain that deliciously slow pace. It was a tease, but my sister had been teasing me with making love for years and I wanted to experience every minute of it.

Unable to hold back any longer; I felt my cock twitch and explode inside of Megan's amazing pussy. I moaned, and this time it was Megan who sought my lips, as I continued to send my hot cum into her welcoming pussy. I gave her one more thrust, releasing that embarrassing whimper, the sound that only my sister could ever get me to make. We lay in each other's arms for a few minutes until our hearts stopped pounding. Rolling onto my side, I looked into her eyes and told her how I felt. "I love you Megan, I love you so much."

She looked at me surprised, and I began to worry that I had made a fool of myself. A moment later however I saw Megan's amazing eyes begin to fill with tears. Pulling me down into her she whispered in my ear. "I love you too Mark! With all my heart I love you!"

I could feel my own eyes tearing up as my sister, no not my sister, my love, uttered the words that I yearned to hear.

"Really you do?" I asked. feeling stupid but unable to help it.

Megan laughed, flashing me that adorable crooked smile.

"Mark, I have been in love with you my entire life! I just was never sure and..." she hugged me even harder. "Oh how I love you!"

We held each other close before rolling over and going to sleep as we always did. On our sides, with my arm wrapped around her waist and her head cradled in my arm. Megan sighed contentedly as she leaned her back against my chest.

"Sweet dreams my love." I whispered feeling myself choking up. 

"Good night my beautiful..."

"Oh for Christ's sakes!"

My eyes snapped open then immediately closed, as a searing pain went through my head. 

"Phone."

I could hear my cell ringing somewhere behind me, but couldn't move. My temples were throbbing so badly that I was afraid to lift my head. The cell stopped ringing, but the pounding continued. 

Why... I thought sluggishly, did you wake me up?

"I didn't,"The Voice answered. "The phone did."

I heard it sigh.

"Just as well, your dreams are as fucking pathetic as you are these days!"

Pathetic?

"Yes pathetic! Bad enough you've been pining for your sister for the last few weeks, now you have to dream about her?"

I can't help it. I'm in love with her.

 "I know that stupid, I know everything remember?"

You don't...

"Hey Mark," The Voice began in a softer tone. "I'm in love with her too but..."

No you're not! I snapped back in my mind. You hate Megan!

"I never hated her Mark, hell she was always a good lay!"The Voice laughed. "Never mind I loved that breaking the rules shit!!"

But you hated her; she was a whore to you! So don't give me that shit you care now! You're saying you care so I won't put you back in the room where you fucking belong!

"Oh is that so?" it sneered. "I see how you are; weak, little Mark's ass needed saving in the trial so you let me out and I find you the way."

I would have...

"Whatever, now you want me gone. What have you done for me lately, eh?" It sighed. 

"Really though Mark, understand something, I never hated our sister. I didn't want you involvedwith her because she would have brought us down. She was a weak willed lemming."

She saved me from going to jail over Max.

"No Mark, she helped me help you. She got your sorry ass moving. I told you how to win! I..."It trailed off and was silent for a moment as if it were listening to something then came back.

"Regardless Mark, you've had me put away for a long time. The Last time I was out was that club."

Where you would have left her.

"But, I didn't Mark, the thing is, I always ultimately do what you want, meaning you can't always blame me for your craziness. Trust me, I'm in here too."It laughed."And with or without me, you are one fucked up guy."

I had to admit, that was a point I couldn't argue.

"Anyway, Megan is different now Mark, she is like us; beautiful and successful. Our sister is our equal. She is our destiny Mark. I see it now. I thought it the night she first took us, but then she strayed; now however, she is all she should be and all that remains is to take her."

I can't! She's with someone and...

"Stop whining!" The Voice snapped. "Christ I hate when you whine. All that means Mark is that it's not time yet. Megan needs to realize that we are the only one for her. So for now, we wait."

I don't want to! It's not fair it's...

I stopped as The Voice began making sobbing noises in my head.

"Oh it's not fair!" It cried. "Ohhh poor me!"

Are you done? I asked it.

"Question is, are you done?" The Voice asked. "While we wait for our sister, we have fun! I can't believe you don't call Justine again! For someone pushing forty five that woman can fuck!"

Whatever, if I feel like getting laid I'll get laid right now, I just...

"You don't want to get laid?" The Voice asked. "Well, that could be a problem this morning."

What the hell does that mean? 

The Voice giggled.

"Let's just say you're not in bed alone right now."

What? I... I don't feel any...

"Cause you fell back to sleep stupid." It laughed loudly.  "Are you really that wasted? Well yeah, I guess you were, seeing you don't remember! Oh yeah Mark, you had all kinds of fun last night,and our little guest is still here!"

Who?

"Someone fun Mark! I'd say someone to help you forget about your sister, but well... it didn't quite work that way." I felt as if it were shrugging. "I mean honestly Mark; even last night you got pathetic, but it was kind of funny."

What the hell are you talking about?

"Wake up and find out Mark."

How are we talking in a dream? I asked concerned, this was new. I had to start taking the pills.

"You'll still be pathetic, and you can hear me because you're not all the way asleep you're just in a drunken stupor!"

It paused then suddenly yelled

"Now wake the fuck up!"

I felt myself awaken, but kept my eyes shut. Even after twenty years I still felt the effects of the abuse at the hands of Max. Little things like never letting anyone who might be watching you know you're awake. Lying there I became aware of two smells; thefirst, the faint scent of perfume just beneath my face. Past that one however, was the unmistakable odor of sex. I took a deep breath, inhaling that pungent blend of sweat and pussy. It was the type of scent that could only be generated by hours of long hard fucking. 

My eyes remaining closed, I became aware of the fact that I was lying on my left side. My arm was straight out and I could feel someone nestled into it. There was soft hair on my arm and neck, as well as a warm back lying against my chest. Better yetwas the pleasant sensation of my cock pressing against soft flesh. As always when The Voice was present, my senses seemed heightened; concentrating, I breathed deeply once more.Focusing on the layers of scents in the room, I smiled to myself asbeneath the perfume and general smell of debauchery; I caught the sweet scent of pussy from just beneath my nose.

My arm was wrapped around a warm body and my right hand cupping a fairly small, but very firm breast. Finally I forced my eyes open, which once again increased the throbbing in my temples. I narrowed my eyes to slits, to cut down on the pounding, and tried to see who I was with. Her face was turned into my arm leaving me only the view of her long black hair fanned out across my arm and the red sheets. Tilting my head down, I could only see her shoulder as she was on her side also. Her skin was as white as a ghost except for a splash of color where I could see the tip of a tattoo. Ignoring the increased pain in my head, I turned to the side to look into the mirrored ceiling.

I had to admit the view was a good one. My dark tanned muscular body was wrapped around the ivory skin of the mystery girl. The crimson sheet was pulled up to our waists, but her right leg was sticking out. The leg was long and shapely, ending in a sexy little foot with black nail polish. There was a tattoo of a snake encircling her ankle and trailing down to where the head was on the top of her foot. I could also see that her right arm shoulder to elbow consisted of a full sleeve tattoo ofa dark haired witch surrounded by small demons. The detail was amazing and it looked damn good along side of my own tattoo of pan, which was based on one of my sisters early paintings.

Speaking of Megan, the sight reflected in the mirror reminded me eerily of my sister. Not just the same black hair and complexion, but the long slender build and even the smallish tit in my hand.

"Oh you haven't seen anything yet." The Voice gave me that sick giggle. 

Ignoring it, I turned from the mirror. Carefully sliding my right hand from her breast and waist,  I grimaced at a sharp, but familiar stinging at the back of my shoulder. Looking back into the mirror I straightened my arm out to the side, and leaned slightly over her body to see part of my back. Even through the dark ink of my Baphomet tattoo, I could see that my back had been ripped to shreds. There were long deep scratches crisscrossing from top to bottom, and in the few areas my flesh was not covered with ink, I could see dried blood around the claw marks. The marks also trailed down my right arm and I blinked as I noticed a set of teeth marks on the inside of my forearm. Staring at the marks on my back I could also tell they were not all scratches; some of the lines were to thin and clean. The whip had been out last night. 

"Oh yeah you sick little bastard you begged her to beat you!" It laughed again. "No worries though, you had your fun with her too!"

Before I could respond, I heard Rob Zombies 'American Witch' begin playing behind me as the cell phone went off again. Rolling onto my back I turned to the nightstand on the right side of the bed. My left arm pinned by my sleeping guest, I reached out and was just barely able to pick up the phone. Lifting it, I saw that it was Doug. What the hell did he want on a Saturday morning? I muted the phone and dropped it. If it was important he could leave a message. Maybe Megan hadn't done as she had promised and called him every day while on her trip. Megan had left last week with her agent Royce, another agent, and three other artists for a tour of some galleries in Europe. I frowned as I added her new love Laura to my sisters list of companions. I was getting clawed bloody by some pick up and Megan was curling up to a blond bombshell in France and telling her she loved her.

"Hmmm, who calls this early?" A soft smoky voice asked beside me.

Glancing at the clock on the nightstand my eyes widened in surprise as I answered;

"It's not early it's ten past ten."

"Ten is early when you go to sleep at five thirty."

I turned my head as I spoke to see her rolling over on my arm to face me. Her long dark hair fell away from her face and before I could stop myself I whispered;

"Megan?"

The woman facing me appeared to be young, early twenties at most, and could have been my sister. Not the Megan of today of course, but a dead ringer for her at that age. She was beautiful with not only my sister's complexion and high cheekbones, but with the same set of perfect soft full lips. Most amazing were her eyes, what I could see of them anyway, as they were half shut and more than a little bloodshot were the same shade of crystal blue as my sister's. 

"What was that?" She asked in that sultry voice that somehow sounded so familiar.

"Sound like this?"

As it spoke The voice showed me an image of Megan in the Wolves Den.

"Hey baby I'm Raven. I heard you were looking for me."

"I said Morning." I noticed my own voice sounded pretty horse.

"Whatever." 

Her eyes closed and she placed her hand on my stomach. As she did, I saw that her long black fingernails, which werefiled into points, had dried blood beneath them.With a sighshe rested her head on my chest and whispered; "Let's go back to sleep," she giggled. "I'll give you a good morning in a little bit."

I didn't respond and in moments I could tell by her breathing that she had gone right back out. Looking up in the mirror I shook my head again at the uncanny resemblance she had to Megan. Now that she was on her side I could see her left tit and she even had those damn perfect nipples that were so light pink they could barely be seen. Well when they did not have my teeth marks around them they wouldn't be noticeable that is. The one distinct difference was that this girl also had her left shoulder covered with a tattoo. This one was a naked bat winged female with fangs and claws; a Succubus. Well at least we had some things in common I thought dryly. Feeling pathetic...

"Because you are."

I brought my arm up and put it around her shoulder, pulling her closer to me. As I did, she slid her leg over mine. I stared at the image of the two of us and felt myself longing for my sister. I let my fingers run through her hair,and she made a soft contented sound in her sleep. She, I realized with a start that I did not even know her name. Frowning, I tried to recall last night. I could remember getting sucked into going with Jim and some high roller clients to a couple of strip clubs. I knew I had been drinking heavily. I shook my head causing a fresh throbbing to start up. I almost always remembered what I did when I drank. 

After staring longingly for another moment, pretending that this was indeed my beautiful big sister in bed with me I closed my eyes. Taking a several long slow breaths I began to meditate; forcing my mind to clear itself and focus past the incessant pounding. It had started at the office when Jim had left me a message while I had been at the courthouse. He had said that there were some big new clients in town and they wanted to check out some of the local clubs. I had shaken my head disgustedly and vowed to get out of it. I was in no condition to party. 

I had barely slept since Megan's telling me about Laura three weeks ago,and was so exhausted that I had been unable to work out for the past three days. I was at a point where as dangerous as it was to leave it out; I had to admit that without The Voice, I would not have been able to get through work. No matter what my mind state was, The Voice never forgot anything or missed a detail. Yesterday I had even let my mind wander and let The Voice take a deposition from a witness in a copyright infringement case. It had gone well until the end. I had to push it to the side, when after the deposition; The Voice had me comment on the red hair of the female witness and then asked if the carpet matched the drapes. 

She stared oddly at me as I tried to laugh it off, saying I had a rep to keep up and just couldn't help myself sometimes. The woman then smiled, before handing me her cell phone number and telling me maybe I could find out myself. I'd then had to listen to The Voice bitch me out for the rest of the day after I had tossed the number away. Pussy was the last thing I needed right now. The last time I had gotten laid had been two weeks ago, when I spent the weekend at Justine's penthouse suite in Boston. That weekend had ended with me curling up to her in bed as if we were more than just friends with benefits. I had known Justine for years and despite the incredible sex at the end, all I had wanted to feel was close to her. On her part, Justine seemed fine with it, but the next morning had steered the conversation towards not wanting any real attachments. I had felt like an idiot and told her no worries; I'd just had a tough stretch. Justine smiled and told me she was there for me whenever I needed her. 

I thanked her but told myself no more. I was still coherent enough to realize that I was vulnerable and would not look like a fool. The night before I went to Justine's I had caught myself staring at a photo of Samantha and wondering if she would take a call from me. That was crazy of course. What I had done to her in front of a courtroom full of people had earned me her undying hatred. Not to mention I was hoping to someday be with Megan. I was desperate and I knew it, so best to remain alone. Instead, I had spent the days working until nine o'clock at night and once home, drinking steadily until I would pass out for a few hours. 




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 35



When Jim came to collect me to go out I told him that I felt like shit and tried to get out of it. The clients, high rolling red necks based out of Texas who were now doing business on the east coast, had come to Jim's firm specifically to do business with me. They, like many others since the Winthrop trial, were dying to give their contracts to Mark Phillips, the only attorney to ever defeat Reggie McAllister. In that, the Carson case was everything I had wanted it to be. Clients were flocking to the firm in droves and all asking for me. It had been part of the reason I had refused payment from Alicia and her father, I was going to make a fortune off of her case, I got to look selfless and be selfish at the same time.

There were far too many clients for me to take on myself, but Jim always had their initial consultation with me. I would then turn them over to one of our other very capable attorneys with the promise that I would be overseeing their work personally. Jim had fucked me on this, as he knew that if my name was to be attached to it, even in a small way, that I would in fact keep following up on some of the other attorney's work. I suppose I couldn't complain too much. The other thing that came out of the Carson Trial was a slew of job offers from all over the country, I had no desire to move, but admittedly some of the numbers were staggering. Jim was no fool and offered me a small commission on every client that came in specifically asking for me, as well as a ten thousand dollar bonus.

So after work I found myself standing there in the Foxy Lady shaking my head at the pathetic behavior of the men around me. The common misconception of strip clubs is that it is degrading to women. That could not be further from the truth, it was the men who degraded themselves. Wealthy men in five hundred dollar suits, all but drooling over a set of tits and paying thirty dollars to have a girl squirm on their lap for a three minute song. Speaking of losers, Jim had spent a fortune buying the rednecks rounds of drinks and several special dances, including the famous 'shower' with one of the girls. My OCD plagued brain had the tab at close to a thousand dollars and I had not done anything but drink and slip a few dollars to a couple of the girls working the floor. 

That ended up changing, however as the rednecks apparently complained to Jim, that I was not living up to my bad boy reputation. Jim asked me what the hell was wrong and all but begged me to 'participate' as he called it. By then I had already done close to a dozen shots and had a half a dozen Heinekens. I told Jim I was his main attraction, but not a show pony and to leave me the hell alone. Jim had backed off but one of the cowboy boot, belt buckle wearing idiots, asked me if I were all show and no go. I still wanted to let it go, but The Voice kicked in.

"Let's go Mark, let's show them why every woman wants us and every man wants to be us."

Yeah, everyone wants to be a schizophrenic, Satanist with insomnia who's in love with his sister who's in love with a woman. However, seeing the smirk on the rednecks face I decided it was time for a show. The Foxy Lady was a high end establishment, there were no cameras allowed, and all the girls were clean and beautiful. If they had any habits they were quickly fired, as my sister had found out several years ago. There was also no back room prostitution, although I am sure some of the girls made after work appointments and many had met some sugar daddies through here. I was also sure that it was no hundred dollar quickies they were selling, but more like thousand dollar nights. Once again quite unlike the dumps my sister had stripped in.

Pushing those depressing thoughts aside I walked through the club until I found Tim, the manager. I had been coming here for years and at one point before the Max trial, had even bounced here. I made some small talk then asked for some leeway with a couple of the dancers, told him I needed to show off a bit. He hesitated for a minute, as the club had very tight policies about anyone touching the dancers, but caved when I mentioned how much Jim spent here not just tonight, but over the course of a year. Tim followed me back to the VIP room where I pointed out a tall gorgeous blond who was walking around working the crowd. As I ordered another shot I watched him go talk to the three bouncers in the room.

After getting my shot I walked over to Jim and his clients and told them to watch how it's done. Strolling over to the edge of the stage I watched as a very pretty petite black woman finished stripping and left the stage. Tim hopped up on stage and said that 'Vixen' had received an invitation for a very special dance. The crowd cheered as she sauntered up on stage and one of the bouncers put a chair down for her. I did my shot, put the glass down and began unbuttoning the red shirt I was wearing. Vixen was wearing only a thong and stilettos and the crowd roared as she gave a couple of turns around the pole and going to the edge of the stage shook her tits for them. Tim called for the special guest to come claim his dance, and as Nine Inch Nails' Closer began playing I hopped up on the stage, walking over to the chair.

Vixen immediately strutted over to me and went to push me down into the chair. Grabbing her around the waist I pulled her close and began slowly swaying with her. She looked nervously over to the bouncer at the edge of the stage, who gave her a thumbs up. Vixen smiled and spinning placed her ass against my crotch grinding on me as I held her around the waist. Turning her back to face me I put her hands on my shoulders and tugged. Getting my meaning Vixen slowly slid my shirt down off my shoulders. I smiled as her eyes widened at my tats, and she let out a gasp as she squeezed the rock hard muscles in my arms. I was still wearing a tank top underneath and she went to grab the bottom of it.

I quickly spun her around and sat her down on the chair. Turning away from her I took three quick steps and throwing myself in the air, caught the pole and spun myself around on it as easily as any of the strippers did. I saw that a couple of the other girls in the room had come over to watch, for that matter the entire room was watching. I dropped then, threw myself around the pole again, but this time wrapped my powerful thighs around it. Letting it go, I let my body drop so I was upside down on it. As I let my hands touched the floor I saw the two Texans clapping. Jim however did not look amused, and made a throat slitting gesture for me to knock it off.

"You asked for it!"

Bracing my hands on the floor, I let my legs drop. As soon as they hit the floor I crouched, then leaping as high as I could, executed a flying spin kick. Landing, I spun in a circle pulling my tank top off as I did. I tossed it to the side, and then as she had done, strutted over to Vixen who was watching me with a mixture of amusement and desire. Standing in front of her I put my hands over my head and swung my hips suggestively in her face. Dropping my hands from my head, I made a show of flexing and heard several whistles from the girls.

"Oh goddamn!!" Vixen gasped in front of me.

I stepped up and straddling her legs, put my hands on her shoulders. I began swaying to the grinding beat of the song, and Vixen whistled as she started running her hands down my hard flat chest and perfect six pack stomach. Stepping back I pulled her up and the crowd whooped as she immediately pressed herself against me, sliding her tits across my chest. Grabbing her hips I lifted her up to my shoulders. Vixen took the hint throwing her legs up onto my shoulders. Digging my fingers into her hips, and muscles bulging, I lifted her up over my head. I locked my arms then lifted her three more times before putting her down.

She spun back into me, once again placing her ass against me. She gasped as at this point my cock was hard and she could feel it pressing into her. She reached back between us, and giving it a squeeze whispered over her shoulder;

"Oh honey, tell me you're free tonight!"

"Get your cute little dark friend up here and we'll see." I lied to her. Last thing I needed was....

"Fun, heaven forbid!!"

Ignoring The Voice I steered us toward the edge of the stage where Tim was standing. Vixen called out 'Sable' and the small black dancer hopped back up on stage. I turned away from Vixen, and found myself facing Sable who, with a great sense of showmanship, had already dropped down to her knees. Stepping in front of her I started grinding my hips as she pressed her face against my crotch while wrapping her arms around my thighs. Like Vixen she gasped as she felt it press against her cheek.

"Holy shit, is that thing real?"

"Maybe you can find out." I told her as I hauled her up to her feet.



I spun her so that I was now grinding on her ass. Sable grabbed my hands and placing them over her small but perfect tits held them there as she shoved her cute little ass back into me. Behind me Vixen wrapped her arms around my waist, sliding her hands up between my chest and Sable'sback. I turned to see the rednecks staring at me, naked jealousy on their face as I was sandwiched between two gorgeous, all but naked women.

"See not so bad being us!"The Voice cheered. "And we can get them both!! I want the black one's ass!!"

As the song was beginning to die down I heard my name called. Turning my head I saw the bouncer hop up onto the stage and hand me a bottle of Jack Daniels. Taking it, I put it in front of Sables mouth. As she titled her head back, I put it to her lips, letting her take a couple of swallows. As the crowd whistled again, I reached back over my shoulder with the bottle and felt Vixen guide it to her mouth. When she pushed it back I brought the bottle up to my face, but hesitated. There was a pause then the crowd, led by the Texans, began chanting;

"Chug, chug, chug,"

Mark be careful! We've had.... Or don't"

Putting the bottle to my lips, I tilted it back and took several long swallows. The whiskey burned down my throat as I chugged. Figuring each swallow was a shot I took six before pulling it away. My head swam and I leaned forward into the girl in front of me so I wouldn't lose my balance. The song ended, and extricating myself from the girls, I stepped back from them. Removing the money clip from my pocket I peeled off two fifties.

"Seems like a sin, getting paid for that!" Vixen said as she let me slip one of the fifties into her thong.

"My pleasure." I winked.

Turning, I slipped the other fifty into Sable's pink thong and was ready to grab my shirt when she smiled and asked;

"Seriously, is that thing fucking real? I want you to prove it to me later!"

I looked around to see everyone still staring at us and smirked.

"Why wait?"

Stepping back I quickly unzipped my slacks.

"Mark, don't do it!!" I heard Jim yell.

"Oh fucking do it!"The Voice laughed.

With no hesitation I reached in and whipped out my fully hard cock.

"Oh my god!!" Vixen gasped.

"Holy Christ, look at that thing." Sable added.

As the women gasped I couldn't help but notice the men fall silent. Quickly putting my hands over my head I swayed my hips a couple of times shaking my cock in front of the girls before quickly tucking it away. Walking past the stunned girls, I picked up my shirts and slipping them on hopped off the stage. I slowly walked through a crowd of idiots who clapped my shoulders and offered me drinks. I would have liked to be moving quicker, but that had been a lot of booze even for me. I reached Jim to see him shaking his head.

"Are you fucking nuts?" he demanded

"Funny you should ask!"

"You wanted the bad boy attorney!" I told him smiling.

"God damn boy!" One of the Texans exclaimed whacking my back. "That was some crazy shit!" 

The other laughed and asked;

"Hey, can you get them to come party with us?"

"Sorry," I said shaking my head. "They want a big dick not a big hick."

"Mark!" Jim snapped, throwing his elbow into my side.

"Hey that's all right Jimmy boy!" The other laughed. "Love a guy who says his piece." 

Now it was his turn to hit my arm.

"In a minute we're going to start hitting back." The Voice muttered.

"Mark!"

I turned to see Tim coming up to me.

"What the hell's wrong with you? There are laws against whipping it out!" He threw his hands up disgustedly. "Even the male strippers have to keep it in their g-strings when they perform here. What does that tell you?"

I smirked.

"Are you offering me a job Tim?"

"No, I'm telling you I have to throw you out or it looks like I don't follow the rules." He shook his head disgustedly. "Don't know why I trusted you. Hell Mark, you want to grind your ass and whip your cock out to the girls, go to one of those flea bags!"

"Yeah like the ones dear old sis worked at!"

"Fuck you."

"What!?!" Tim asked.

"You said that dummy" The Voice giggled.

"Listen Tim, he's a little drunk," Jim began. "And let's face it; he didn't whip it out until your guy passed him an entire bottle." He shrugged. "I mean who's to say if he would have done that. Actually, he was already drunk, so by your guy pushing more at him you may in fact be liable..."

"Fucking lawyers!" Tim snapped. "Just go home, I'm not saying don't come back, but get you asses out of here tonight!"

By that time I had already started walking out, stopping only long enough for Vixen to catch up and hand me a napkin with her number written in lipstick on it. Leaving the club I leaned against the wall and pulled out the pack of cigarettes I had bought on the way to the club. I had quit smoking three years ago, but had picked up a pack at The Voice's urging to settle my nerves. I lit one and looked over at Jim and the Texans as they came out. I figured the night was over and should have been, but the Texans were pissed because it was 'only' twelve thirty and they wanted to see more girls. By this point Jim looked exhausted and pretty well on his way to drunk himself, but in typical kiss ass fashion, said we could go to Eros the new club that opened last month. So off we went.

Unlike inside the FoxyLady, Jim was smart enough to leave me to my own devices and I wandered the club aimlessly, nursing a Jack and Coke while waiting for closing time so the night could end and I could pass out. The club was theme oriented, each room representing a different fantasy. I had passed the Dante's Inferno room twice refusing to enter it out of General Principles. Half an hour before closing Jim and the Hee Haw rejects caught up with me and said they wanted to go in there before the place shut down. I rolled my eyes as Jim said he figured I would have gone right in. With a sigh, I followed them, shaking my head as I walked into exactly what I was expecting.

The room had been cleverly painted red with fake torches along the walls. The topless girls who were carrying the drink trays were also dressed in the stereo typical red with cute little devil horns and flexible pointed tales that ended in a rubber point. As I bought a shot from one of them I idly envisioned shoving the rubber point into her ass while I fucked her doggy style. 

"That's my boy!"

I turned away from the girl and wandered past the three small stages only giving the dancers a passing glance. I looked down at the Black Movado watch that Megan had bought me for my birthday last year and...

"You mean the one she replaced?"

Again fuck you.

Seeing it was only fifteen minutes until closing I turned and walked back towards the entrance of the Inferno room. I passed the main stage and noticing there was a pretty good crowd stopped to take a quick look at the dancer. I saw her from behind as she was facing the opposite side of the stage. She was tall, on the thinner side, with long black hair cascading down to the middle of her back, and a ghostly white complexion that caused me to stop and linger. Her dance was most likely close to over as she was wearing only a pair of knee high black boots and a crimson red thong that showed off a small but perfect little heart shaped ass. The guys on the other side clapped and whistled as I saw her open her arms and her red bra go flying off to the side. 

I began to turn away, when at that moment the girl spun to face my side of the stage. I stopped cold and my eyes widened as I saw her from the front. For a heart stopping second I swore I was looking at my sister. I was standing only a few feet from the stage and as she worked her way over to the edge I could clearly see her features. Like my sister, the girl was beautiful, with that ivory complexion, full lips and from where I was standing she even appeared to have the same eerie light blue eyes. As she tossed her arms over her head I shook my head as even her tits were just like my sisters; small but beautifully shaped with nipples so pink they were barely visible. The only difference in a quick glance was that both of her arms were covered with enormous tattoos.

I stood transfixed as she worked her way around the stage shaking her perfect little tits and ass. I blinked as for an instant as she became Megan, spinning and strutting on the stage of the Wolves Den where I had seen her dance before catching her in the back room. I felt my heartbeat pick up and became aware of a stirring between my legs. I wanted her.

"Umm that may not be a good idea Mark."

You wanted fun.

"We're trying to forget big sis," it paused then added; "call the blond she's the exact opposite, or go back and find that sweet little piece of brown sugar! Been awhile since we had any dark meat and... Mark?"

The girl had finished her show and was exiting the stage on the other side. Normally they would wander through the crowd looking to give lap dances, but the place was closing soon. I quickly made my way around the stage, and seeing she was standing there talking to one of the waitresses figured she wasn't bothering working the crowd. I was within a few feet of her when I walked into Jim.

"Hey Mark we're leaving."

"Bye." I said simply, trying to move past him.

"Well we're in two cars but I figured you could take them back to the..."

"Guess again Jim." I told him. "You take Dee and Dumb home I'm busy."

Jim turned behind him to look at the girl who, now to my dismay, was talking to a tall black man in an expensive suit. The way things worked in club like this was to catch the girls at closing and offer them some reimbursement for a private show so to speak. I needed to get over there.

"Come on Mark, Charlotte..."

"Oh fuck you Jim, you haven't fucked your wife in a month don't tell me you are tonight."

Without waiting for a response I walked past Jim, and up to the girl who was listening to the guy. I could see in his body language he was trying to impress. On her end however, she seemed to only be half listening and then began shaking her head. With no hesitation I placed myself between them.

"I love that look." I told her.

"They all do baby," She said in a smoky voice, then smiling she presented her small tits to me and said, "Why don't you show me some appreciation."

Taking a twenty from my pocket I slid it into her thong.

"Well you must really like them." She said giving me a sultry smile. 

. Reaching into my pocket I pulled out the cigarettes and offered her one. She shook her head so I lit it for myself and started to speak when I felt a tug on my arm.

"Excuse me but I was talking to her first."

The girl rolled her eyes and turning away from us, sauntered up to a couple of more guys, looking to get some last minute cash. I started to follow her when the tug on my arm became a pull hard enough to turn me sideways. 




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 35



"I said I was here first."

Facing the guy I noticed he was at least six inches taller than me and from the way the suit spread across his shoulders and chest his bulk did not consist of fat.

"Key word there is was." I said calmly.

"No the word is am. Now, I think you need to move after all..." He smiled down at me. "You're wasting your time; you know what they say about once a girl goes..."

"I do know." I nodded. "Once they go black we don't want them back. Now go find some other white girl to turn into trash, or better yet fuck one of your own." I smiled nastily. "Boy."

"What the hell did you just say?" he asked his eyes bulging dangerously.

"I said," As I made eye contact with him. "Fuck off."

As he stared I brought my left hand up and slowly ground the cigarette out into my palm. A little help I thought.

"Allow me."

Still staring into his eyes, I felt that familiar burning sensation behind my eyes and knew they were changing colors. The man's eyes widened as I felt my eyes change again.

"Now." I added.

"Yeah, uh, whatever. I don't need any shit over some stripper." 

I watched to make sure he walked away before turning. Seeing the girl over near the stage, sliding a short black top over her beautiful tits, I walked over to her, flashing a perfect smile.

"So, quitting time?" I winked. "Or is the night just beginning?"

"Little of both." She said giving me her own practiced smile. "Night's still young enough to play but work is over."

"Looking for a playmate?" 

She gave me a smirk.

"If you want some paid company better catch one of the others. I'm not for sale."

"Well that's perfect," I told her nodding. "Because I don't pay for it."

Taking a moment to look me up and down she nodded.

"Well I can see why you wouldn't have to."

"So what do you say?" I asked. "There are a couple of places open for another hour, we could..."

"No offense hon," she began. "But A, not too much into older guys and B," She gave me a nasty smirk that caused my cock to stir even more. "I'm a pretty wild ride and you look a little too pretty for me." 

Glancing down at the winged demon tattoo that took up her left arm from the elbow I said; "I can see that."

"Yeah well, I'm going to get going."

As she spoke I had been unbuttoning my shirt, and un-tucking it said.

"I'm only pretty on the outside honey; trust me I'm more your type then you think."

I slid the shirt off letting her take in my enormous tattoos.

"I'd show you my back, but the bouncers will get pissy if I start stripping." I told her with a smirk.

"Think we just learned that one."

As her eyes took in my tats and arms, I took the time to stare at her face. It was uncanny, she could be Megan's sister, maybe not now but certainly back when she was at that age. I watched as her incredible eyes wandered across my chest and narrowed in thought.

"So what do you say there...," I trailed off.

"Hmmm?" She looked up from studying my body. "Oh," she smiled. "I'm Tabitha."

I pointed at the huge tattoo of a witch on her right arm.

"Yeah okay, not your stage name, your real name."

"That is my real name." She cocked her head at me.

"And what's yours?"

"Lucifer." I spread my arms. "At your service."

"Wouldn't be the first devil I've danced with." She said smirking. "Great detail on the tats by the way. What's on your back?"

"Only one way to find out."

"Fair enough," She shrugged. "Thing is there ummm Lucifer."

"Sometimes I go by Nicholas Scratch." I said grinning.

"Okay Mr. Scratch." She rolled her eyes," Anyway just 'cause you got some nice artwork don't mean you could take what I .... Hey!"

Reaching out, I caught her right hand in my own. Reaching up I pressed her hand against the top of my shoulder. Placing my fingers directly behind hers I pushed them hard into my skin.

"What are you...?"

Forcing her fingers deeper into me, I slowly an inch at a time, my eyes never leaving hers, dragged her nails down my arm. Her eyes widened as she broke contact to look down at my arm. Following her gaze I saw four long red lines down my arm two of which were beginning to bleed. Her eyes met mine once more, and with a smile I allowed The Voice to do its thing to my eyes. 

"Care to dance with this devil?" I asked softly.

"You..." Her eyes narrowed. "Do that again."

"Nope," I said grinning as I let her hand go. "Next time you see it is in my bedroom and you won't be standing when you look into my eyes."

"Is that so?" 

She shook her head, then getting a sly smile on her face said softly "If you want to really depress me, you'll understand what I'm saying."

She had spoken in Latin and screwed it up. I laughed at her.

"What's so funny?" She asked.

"Well because," I began in Latin. "I believe you were hoping I wouldimpress you my dear not depressyou."

"Damn!" She exclaimed "Don't I look like an idiot!"

As she said it however, she had burst out laughing and I smiled as it was a surprisingly pleasant one. She also gave me a real smile, and although not lopsided like Megan's was very much like hers. It was the type that made you want to smile back which I did.

"It's okay, it's tricky." I told her, then with a wink added. "I have a knack for tongues."

"I bet you do!" she said still smiling. "Bet you have a knack for a lot of things."



We both looked up as the lights flickered and an announcement came over the speakers that the club was closing.

"Well I'll admit it." She told me, "You have me intrigued. I'll meet you around front after I change"

"Sounds good to me." I told her. "I think you'll love my bedroom."

"I think I will too. She started to turn then looking back at me gave me another huge smile.

"It's Dawn, by the way."

"Mark." I said as taking her hand, I brought it to my lips. "A pleasure to meet you."

"Not if you're lucky." she told me with a wink.

I opened my eyes as I realized that the night ended there for me. I closed them and tried once more to see into the murk of the rest of the night. I caught a brief glimpse of driving the firebird around the Thurber Avenue curve, one handed, with Dawn's hand pumping my cock while my hand was up her skirt. After that there was nothing. 

"Wanna see the highlights?"

Without waiting for an answer a series of wild images flashed across my mind's eye. I was kneeling naked on my bed, hands cuffed behind my head. Standing at the foot of the bed Dawn, dressed only in the knee high boots, was expertly cracking the whip across my back. Next I was chained to the bed with the manacles as Dawn straddled my face and demanded that I make her cum. The following image was of Dawn chained to the bed spread eagled. I was straddling her head and viciously face fucking her. While pounding her face, I had a magic wand pressed to her clit and I could hear her gurgling and screaming around my cock as her body writhed and came while I raped her throat. The visions kept coming. Me sitting on the edge of the bed while Dawn sat astride me bucking wildly and raking her nails up and down my back. Dawn on her knees, her hands now cuffed behind her, as I fucked the shit out of her doggy style. This image stuck around as, slipping the wand between her legs, I removed my cock from her pussy and drove it into her ass. 

I watched in the mirror as within moments Dawn's face contorted into that incredible mix of pain and pleasure that I lived to see. Even as the visions flew before me I was thinking of Megan, it really seemed to be my sister screaming and squirming beneath me, clawing and biting me. Dawn even screamed like her as she came. Another image flashed across of me spraying cum into Dawns face as her hands were chained to the bedpost. There was one last image of Dawn riding me while I had my thumb pressed to her clit as she held the wand to my balls, telling me that if I came before her we would have to start over. 

Damn, I thought as they faded, no wonder I'm tired. 

"Yup, oh by the way Mark, I left one thing out." It laughed. "Figured it would be more fun if you find out yourself."

What are you...

"Hmmm, damn what a night."

I opened my eyes to see that Dawn had slid her arm under her face and was resting her chin on it as she looked at me. Our eyes were less than a foot apart and I found I was having a hard time convincing myself that this was not my sister, and that this was my bed in the here and now, not her bed at the folk's house. 

"Hope I lived up to expectations." I said softly.

"Oh baby, that and more!" Dawn said smiling. "Hell I even learned a new little game last night!"

What?

"Oh I'm pretty sure you'll find out."

Rather than answer I simply gave her a tired smile. I became aware of her hard nipples pressing into my chest and of her warm leg nestled between mine. Despite how exhausted I was I could feel my cock stirring against that leg. 

"You really do have beautiful eyes." She said.

"As do you." I told her. "They match the rest of you."

"Aren't you sweet!" 

"You really are beautiful M...Dawn." I caught myself quickly, hoping she didn't catch it.

"And you're a lot nicer than you seem." She let out a little giggle. "I would have never pegged you for someone who likes to cuddle."

I frowned not liking the way she seemed to be mocking me. On the other hand she had begun to slide her leg up and down, rubbing it along the length of my cock. I felt myself growing hard and could tell by the look in her eyes she could as well.

"Damn the little wild cat wants more!"

"Mind your tongue, Dawn." I said quietly.

"Awww, you mad" She said giving me a perfect Megan pout. "It's not nice to be mad at your big sister, now is it little brother?"

"What did you say?" 

"Oh this is going to be good!" The Voice exclaimed.

Dawn gave me a cute little smile as she brought her hand up, teasing her long nails down my cheek.

"What? You don't remember our little game last night?" She laughed. "Tell you what Mark, I am no stranger to kinky but when you told me to call you little brother that was a new one!"

Why the hell didn't you stop me? I demanded.

"Oh what fun would that have been?" it sighed, "Told you that you ended up pathetic last night"

"Yeah well that was last night." I told her as I slid my hand along the soft smooth skin of her back and up through her hair.

"Hmmm, that feels nice." She murmured. "I'll admit it was a little weird at first, but when you started calling me your nasty big sister, it was pretty damn hot!"

Dawn slid further down and I could now feel her smooth and already wet pussy rubbing along my thigh. Dawn made a soft sound of pleasure as well and propping herself up on her elbow, started to sway, rubbing her nipples lightly across my chest. I started breathing heavier as I stared at those perfect tits while imaging her equally pink pussy that was currently grinding into my leg. 

"So you want to play or," She smirked, "You want to hold me some more? I... ow!!"

Dawn yelped as I tightened my hand, grabbing a fist full of her hair.

"The only holding, I'll be doing is the sides of your head while you suck my cock slut." I told her pushing hard on her shoulder.

"Slut?" Dawn asked raising her eyebrows. "Well if that's what you want fine," She gave me a wink. "I was hoping to play the other game though."

As she spoke she slid the rest of the way down until she was lying between my thighs. Grabbing my now fully erect cock, Dawn started stroking it as she rubbed it across her face.

"Please Mark?" She asked pouting again. "Please let your horny big sister, suck her little brother's huge cock."

I swallowed hard and my hips twitched as Dawn flicked her tongue across the sensitive head of my cock. I closed my eyes,telling myself this wasn't my sister and not to play this game. If she found out who I was and this got out there could be hell to pay. 

"You're right Mark, I let it go last night because you wanted to and we could always say we were drunk, you do it now and..."

"Well?" Dawn asked as she held my cock within an inch of her luscious full lips. "I'm not sucking until you tell me what you want."

"I..." I smiled. "I want my nasty big sister to suck my cock."

"Whatever you want little brother." Dawn said sweetly.

"Have I used the word pathetic lately? I think I need to replace it with fucking stupid!"

I paid it no attention as my complete focus was on watching Dawn wrap her perfect lips around the tip of my cock. Sucking gently, she began swirling her tongue around the head while her fingers encircled my shaft, slowly stroking it.

"Oh that's nice." I told her.

"Yeah?" She asked removing my cock from between her lips. "You like it when your big sis blows you?"

"Love it," I whispered, I blinked as for a moment as Dawn's naked body became Megan's wearing just the little black and red panties she had seduced me in. "I love when my sister sucks my dick."

"Good thing, because she loves sucking it."

Propping herself up on her elbows, Dawn brought her mouth down onto my cock taking it about two thirds of the way down. Looking me in the eye she started bobbing her head, moaning each time she sucked me down into her warm wet mouth. I moaned as well, as I could feel her soft tongue sliding along my shaft as she blew me. Reaching down, I gathered her hair in my left hand so I could watch the show. I slid my right down between us, finding her small but firm left tit. I felt Dawn tense up, as this was the nipple I had bitten last night. A moment later she groaned around my cock as I lightly teased her hard pink nipple. I didn't want to be rough this morning I wanted to enjoy my...

"Your what Mark? Your sister?" The Voice paused. "Really Mark, you've barely slept, you're still drunk, this is not good at all!"

Neither is being schizophrenic, should I get the meds?

"Point taken, enjoy your nasty big sister, just watch the name!"

With a contented sigh I let my head lay back on the pillow, and smiled up at the site of Dawn's long white body lying between my legs. Her legs were bent at the knees and I found myself staring at the soles of her pretty little feet. Maybe I would cum there, have her cup them for me. I let my gaze wander up to her small tight ass, and moaned as I saw she was bucking her hips, grinding her pussy into the bed as she continued to suck me off. Letting go of her hair I reached down to begin fondling her other tit. Dawn moaned her appreciation as I rolled both of her nipples between my fingers. 

"Yeah you like your little brother playing with your pretty little titties?"

"Hmm-mm."

I started to tell her to slide on up so she could ride me, but stopped as opening her mouth wide, Dawn began to slowly take my cock all the way down. I let out a gasp at the gurgling noises she began making as she forced it down her throat, choking herself on it. The gasp was followed by a moan, as reaching the bottom I felt her tongue touch the edge of my balls. Better than that was the way she groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as her throat wasstuffed with my dripping prick.

"Oh you nasty girl." I whispered. "Look at you... oh damn!"

Placing her hands on my thighs, Dawn pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, and began driving her mouth up and down my cock. I lied there gasping and moaning as Dawn slid her soft lips all the way to the tip of my cock before slamming it back down her throat to the point her lower lip was hitting my balls. I squeezed her nipples harder causing her to squeal around my cock. I felt not only my heart began to pound, but my thighs start to tremble as Dawn's eyes never left mine while devouring my huge dick. By rights, between the God knows how many times I'd fucked last night and the alcohol still in my system, I should have been nowhere near cumming. But watching Dawn suck my cock like it was a sporting event, and envisioning her as Megan had me damn close.

"Yeah, you like that Dawn?" I gasped out. "You like sucking off your little brother?"

"Hmm-mmm!!!" She groaned around my cock.

"Oh you are a nasty big sister aren't you?"

I swallowed hard as my eyes blurred and she really did appear to be Megan, sucking me off so I could last awhile when I fucked her for the first time. Blinking, I came back to the present in time for Dawn to pop my cock from her mouth and pant out; 

"Oh please little brother; oh please give it to me!" She gave me a wicked smile. "Your big sister loves when you cum in her mouth!"

As soon as she finished she went back to sucking me with a vengeance. I felt my hips begin to thrust into her each time she buried my cock into her wide stretched mouth. Sliding up higher on her knees, Dawn slid her hands up from my thighs up to my chest where she gave each of my nipples a savage twist. I cried out, as the pain in my chest mixed with the sensation of Dawn once again burying my cock to the hilt in her mouth, caused me to explode.



Dawn squealed around my cock, as I painted the back of her throat with my hot cum. Once again I would have thought last night would have affected me, but instead it seemed like I was cumming as much if not more than ever. Dawn was whimpering and making those incredible gurgling noises as I continued to spray my sticky cum down her throat. 

I gasped then, as Dawn gave just the tip a hard suck, and let out that soft whimper that only my sister could get me to make.

"She isn't your... oh look at that!" The Voice exclaimed.

I stared wide eyed as Dawn removed my cock from her lips, winked, then opening her mouth, let my cum drool back out all over my cock. Pausing to let me watch it drip off of her tongue and down my shaft, Dawn lowered her head and proceeded to lick my cock clean.

"What?" She asked as she licked her lips. "Doesn't a good big sister always clean up after her little brother?"

"Oh you are such a good big sister." I said softly.

"Yeah? You like that show little brother, like watching in your mirror?"

"Oh yeah."

"Good, because now it's your turn little brother."

Bracing her hands on my chest, Dawn drew her knees up, then standing, took a couple of surprisingly steady steps across the mattress until her feet were on either side of my head. 

"Time to lick your sister's pussy little brother!" She exclaimed,lowering herself until her ass was resting on my chest.

Lying back across my body, Dawn braced herself with her hands on my knees, pushing herself up until her pussy was directly in my face. I inhaled deeply, taking in her musky scent. I could smell myself as well, and knew that I had cum inside of her at some point last night. Well of course I had, my sister loved it when her little brother came inside of her. Teasingly, I stuck my tongue out until it was barely touching her swollen clit, watching in the mirror as I did. I noticed her beautiful feet next to my face, and turning my head licked the side of her right foot.

"Oh you like feet do you?"

"I love my sister's feet." I answered.

"Show me."

With that, Dawn lifted her right foot and shoved it in my face. I opened wide, eagerly sucking her toes into my mouth. Dawn giggled at first then started breathing heavier as I swirled my tongue around her toes.

"Hmmm, you are such a good boy." She whispered. 

Removing her foot she gave me the other one to suck on before putting it down and pushing her pussy into my face.

"There you go little brother, now that your tongue's all warmed up get to sucking on your sister's clit. I... ohhh hell yeah!"



Dawn squealed in delight as I plunged my tongue into her beautiful pink pussy. Bringing my hands underneath her ass I pulled her even closer so I could rock my head back and forth. 




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 35



"Oh yeah," Dawn panted as I continued to tongue fuck her. "Oh you do love your sister's pussy don't you? I... ooooh!"

Dawn gasped, as holding my tongue inside of her I sucked hard and was rewarded with a mouthful of her delicious nectar. Letting go of her ass, I wrapped my arms around her thighs, and using both hands spread her smooth pussy wide open. I inhaled, again enjoying the sharp aroma of her sex, before sliding my tongue up through her soft wet folds. Dawn's hips twitched as the tip of my tongue again found her hard pink button. I traced a slow circle around it causing her to release a sexy whimper that made me do it again, but even slower this time. Leaving her clit, I slid back down through her now dripping pussy and pushed my tongue back inside of her.

"Hold it still." Dawn whispered.

Doing as she said I kept my tongue rigid as Dawn began to lift her hips up and down. Her movements caused my tongue to slide up and down the length of her pussy. When I reached her clit Dawn swung her hips in a circular motion causing my tongue to swirl around it. After several passes through her pussy, Dawn pushed her hips up higher causing my tongue to slide past her pussy and directly into the tip of her ass. With no hesitation I pushed my tongue into her tight asshole causing her to squeal in delight.

"Ohhh you naughty boy, licking your sister's ass!"

She pushed harder into me, forcing my tongue in deeper and burying my nose into her hot moist flesh. Dawn lowered her hips bringing my tongue back up through her pussy to tease around her clit several times. Dawn moaned and lolling her head back said softly; "Oh look at that."

Turning my eyes up to the mirror, I let out a soft moan of my own. Dawn's long white body looked incredible lying across mine. Better yet however, was how good my face looked buried in her pussy. Dawn was looking back at me in the mirror and she winked as our eyes met in the reflection. She arched her back higher as she began pumping her hips faster against my tongue. Dawn let her head go back even further, and I could feel her long black hair teasing across my legs as her body rocked up and down. My eyes left her face, to trail down and linger on those small but delicious looking tits with their perfect nipples.

Again my mind seemed to become blurry as Dawn's face became my sister's. Megan's eyes closed, and her lips parted as her breathing became heavier. My sister started rocking her hips even faster and now, keeping my tongue on and around her clit rather than sliding back down. I could feel her creamy white thighs trembling against my arms and started swirling my tongue rapidly around her clit.

"No, I said stay still." Megan said quietly, and opening her eyes smiled at me in the mirror. "You be a good boy and follow the rules, your big sister will give you a treat!"

I quickly stopped moving my tongue, as Megan always made the rules, and I knew what she meant by a treat! A treat meant getting to cum in my big sister's face when we were done...

"She is not Megan and you are not eighteen Mark!" The Voice said.

I blinked as there seemed to be actual concern in its tone. My mind cleared and I saw Dawn's eyes open and heard her begin to whimper as her hips ground into my face feverishly. Despite my bodies body's exhausted state I could feel my cock twitching between my legs as I watched Dawn continue to tease herself. Her legs were shaking badly, and her whimpers had a hint of desperation to them as every part of her body strained to cum. Well she hadn't said anything about my hands I thought as, letting go of her pussy, I slid them up across her hard flat stomach. I watched in the mirror as my hand grabbed her firm tits and gently pinched her nipples.

"Oh, oh oh yes!!" Dawn cried out. "Oh please baby just a little harder I... Oh!!"

Gasping, Dawn clamped her thighs around my head, and arching her back let out a scream that was every bit as loud as any my sister had ever made. Forgetting the rules I started sliding my tongue around her sensitive clit as she ground her sopping pussy into my face. I moaned into her dripping flesh as I watched Dawn thrash wildly on top of me as she squealed and moaned. I kept squeezing her nipples as I continued to tongue her, and with another loud cry, I felt her thighs clench around me. Dawn released a long loud whimper, as her body was rocked with another spasm of pleasure. 

Releasing my head from her thighs Dawn let my knees go, and collapsed panting across my legs. I was breathing hard myself, as it had been difficult to breathe while being smothered against Dawn's gushing pussy.

"Oh wow!" Dawn gasped. "Oh goddamn, you are a good boy aren't you little brother?"

"Anything for my sister."

"Oh that is such a good answer!" Dawn exclaimed. Smiling up at me she asked; "Ready for your treat little brother?"

Swinging her right leg over my head Dawn rolled off of me. Getting to her knees between my legs she smiled and began slowly crawling up my body. She was keeping herself low enough that I could feel her hard nipples sliding their way up my body. Dawn stopped when she was straddling my waist and leaning over placed her left tit, the one I had bitten last night in my mouth. I gently sucked her nipple into my mouth, softly teasing it with my tongue.

"There you go, nice and easy on your sister's tits."

Dawn removed her tit from my mouth so she could turn and offer me the other. I slid my hands around her waist and up her smooth back, and she sighed as my mouth continued to work on her nipple. 

"Hmmm," She moaned. "Time for that treat."

Reaching down between her legs, Dawn grabbed my semi hard cock. As turned on as I was by her I had to admit that for one of the few times in my life, I wasn't sure I could again. My head was still throbbing faintly and I hadn't moved that much because I really didn't know if I would be able to. Guiding my cock to her, Dawn began to rub it up and down her pussy. I groaned as I could hear how wet she was, but my cock wasn't getting much harder.

"Aww, someone's tired." Dawn said smiling sweetly at me, while her tit was still in my mouth. "Your big sister gave you quite a workout last night didn't she?"

I moaned around her tit as she began rocking her hips, pushing my cock harder through her wet lips.

"Come on baby, I can't give you your treat if you don't get hard for me." 

Removing her tit from my lips, Dawn leaned over putting her lips to my ear, and whispering;

"Make it hard little brother," She moaned as I felt my cock twitch as she spoke. "Oh that's it Mark, show your big sister how much you want her."

I let out one of those little whimpers as I could feel my cock aching yet growing hard as she began rocking faster on it.



"Oh yeah, there it is! There's that nice huge hard cock." She giggled. "That's right little brother, you're always hard for your big sister aren't you?"

"Yes," I said softy. "My sister's pussy is my favorite...."

I couldn't finish as Dawn let her weight go, impaling herself on my now fully erect cock. 

"Oh damn that's so fucking deep!" Dawn groaned as she sat straight up, driving me all the way into her unbelievably hot pussy. 

As I held her hips Dawn started sliding back and forth keeping me inside of her as she slowly rode me. 

"Damn I love these mirrors" she exclaimed as she watched herself fuck me.

Leaning over and bracing her hands on my shoulders she began lifting her hips and driving them back down on me. We both gasped as she started going faster and harder, drawing my cock almost all the way out of her before slamming herself back down. I winced as the sweat on my back began causing the scratches to burn, and the muscles in my shoulders aching as she drove her hands against me. 

"Oh yeah, my brother's got plenty left for his sister doesn't he!"

"Not really, in fact.... Whoa!!"

Dawn had pulled my cock from her pussy and with a wicked smile had guided it further back.

"Time for your treat."

With no hesitation Dawn rocked back pushing my huge prick into her tight ass.

"Ohhhh okay, maybe it's a treat for me too!" She laughed. "I.... oh fuck yeah!!"

Dawn cried out as she went all the way back shoving my entire length into her.

I gasped as I could feel my thick cock stretching the tight muscles of her ass until I was fully inside. Dawn groaned as she wiggled her hips, working herself down until I felt the cheeks of her ass against my thighs.

"Oh God that fucking feels good!" 

I moaned as Dawn once again started rocking back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her ass. After several long slow strokes, Dawn dug her nails into my shoulders and began bouncing up and down as hard as she had when my cock had been in her pussy.

"Yes oh yes!!" She yelled as she drove herself on and off of me. 

I looked up into the mirror and groaned at the look on her face. Dawn's eyes were closed and her mouth wide open as she took over ten inches of cock in her ass as easily as if it were her pussy. Despite my exhaustion, that look drove me wild. Reaching up, I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down so that her chest was against mine. Before she could move I wrapped my arms tightly around her back pinning her to me. Holding her still I started savagely pumping my hips, driving my huge dick into her ass. 

"Oh my fucking God!!" Dawn screamed directly into my ear.

"Yeah you like that cock in your ass?"

"Oh fuck yeah!!!" She squealed as bending legs I put my feet flat on the bed and began using longer harder thrusts. 

"Oh yes! Oh, look at you fucking your sister in the ass oh you bad... oh!!"

With a wrench that sent a flash of pain through my gouged back, I turned to the side, flipping Dawn off of me. Ignoring the shooting pain in my temples, I got to my knees and grabbing Dawn by the hips pulled her onto hers. 

"Oh yeah, you're really going to give it to your sister aren't you?"

My answer was to squeeze her hips, and in one smooth motion plunge my long hard cock back into her asshole. Dawn lifted her head and screamed as I reared back and began fucking her so hard she would have been pushed off the bed had I not been holding her. Dawn's screams became one continuous wail as closing my eyes, I went even harder and faster, using all the power in my hips and thighs. 

"Oh fuck!!!" Dawn cried out. "Oh my fucking... Ohhhh"

Dawn moaned as whipping it out of her ass I plunged my cock into her sopping wet pussy. I resumed tearing into her, but this time her moans were ones of pleasure more than pain. For the next several minutes I worked both her holes, giving her pussy several long hard strokes before sliding up and drilling her ass. The effect was amazing; Dawn was going from cries of ecstasy, to squeals of pain then back again. 

As I continued assaulting her body with my massive cock, I stared transfixed by the sight of us in the mirror. Dawn's face was a mass of sweat, her black hair plastering to the sides of her face, and her expressions were switching from pain to pleasure as I alternated between her ass and pussy. No matter which hole I was tearing into however, the look in her eyes was one of pure lust. I tore my gaze from her to look at my own reflection. My arms were flexed as I was pulling dawn into each thrust and sweat was pouring down my muscular chest and stomach. My eyes, which were so dark they appeared black, had the same wild look in them Dawn's had.

I gasped as the pain in my temples increased and I realized that as hard as I was fucking I didn't seem to be able to cum. I tried to fuck her even harder and became aware of my balls beginning to ache. I closed my eyes and like Dawn had earlier, strained to cum. I pulled my cock from her ass, shoving it back into her wet pussy as I could feel my cock becoming raw from slamming her tighter drier ass. I heard a gasping sound and realized it was me. I was breathing like a bull and my heart felt as if it were going to pound through my chest. The pounding in my chest was in perfect rhythm to the throbbing in my head and even the aching in my balls was getting worse. 

"Keep going pussy! We never get enough!"

I let out a whimper as I felt the first twinges of feeling as if I were going to cum. 

"Oh yeah!" Dawn cried out. "There you go baby!"

"Little brother." I gasped as sliding my hands up her back; I pushed her into the bed causing my cock to drive in even deeper. "Tell me!"

"Yes little brother!!" She screamed. "Oh fuck me!! Fuck your big sister!! Pound her tight fucking pussy, fuck her in her ass! Your slut of a sister!!"

"Yes!!" I yelled as I felt my legs start to shake badly, and the orgasm getting closer. "More!!"

"A whore!" Dawn squealed out. "Your sister's a fucking whore! Fuck her like one! Come on baby, fuck your nasty slutty big sister!! Give her every... Ohhh Yes!!!"

With a loud cry I whipped my cock from her pussy, shoved the tip into her ass and moaned as much in relief as pleasure as my cock twitched and sent a long hot stream of cum into Dawns quivering ass.

"Ohhh you are soooo bad!" Dawn moaned as I jerked myself into her.

I groaned again as the next much smaller spurt of cum was accompanied by a pain in both my balls and my cock. I gave my cock a couple of more quick pumps and I winced as the few drops that came out caused the pain to increase. Sliding my cock from Dawns ass I unceremoniously fell onto the bed next to her gasping for breath. Dawn didn't seem to notice as I saw in the mirror that she was lying with her face in the pillow also breathing hard. I closed my eyes against the tremendous pounding in my temples, and began breathing through my mouth as I couldn't catch my breath. 

My heart was hammering in my chest and for a brief moment I wondered if I was going to have a stroke.

"What a way to go!

Slowly, a little at a time I could feel my heart slow down and my breathing became more regular. Unfortunately the pounding in my temples had not receded, but at least I knew I wasn't going to die, just felt like I was.

"Holy shit Mark!" Dawn said as she rolled onto her side to face me. "You are something else!" She shook her head. "Christ I have never fucked like that!"

"I...I..." paused to catch my breath. "Doubt that."

"Well I mean, maybe once, but damn Mark that was like the fifth time plus the blowjob! I mean I could tell you were in shape but..." Her eyes narrowed. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I answered softy. "Just tired, drank all night before I met you."

"Well tell you what," Dawn began, sliding over and putting her hand on my chest. "How about we go back to sleep, I promise I'll leave you alone for at least a couple of hours then... Oh shit!!" She exclaimed.

"What?" I asked sitting up quickly. My head spun and I had to put my hand behind me to not fall back into the bed.

"It's almost 11:30, and it's Saturday!" As she spoke Dawn sat up and swinging her legs off the bed stood up.

"I have a twelve o' clock lab today, I almost forgot about it."

Dawn reached down and picking up her red thong slid it on.

"Lab?" I asked, letting myself sink back down into the pillows.

"Yeah," she began as she pulled up the short black skirt she had come over in. "I'm pre-med at Brown and today's class is already a makeup."

"Pre- med?"

"Yup," She laughed as she put her bra on. "That's why I'm not for sale like the rest of those girls. I'm making a few hundred a week shaking what I got, but I've got too bright a future to get arrested over prostitution." She shrugged as she slipped her black tank top over her head. 

"Besides as you can tell I love to have fun, but I fuck who I want to fuck."

As I watched her sit on the bed and pull her boots on, I found myself thinking of asking her about her financial situation. Maybe she'd rather not strip if there was another option. After all it had been awhile since I had a pet. Just like Samantha, none of my pets had been brainless bimbos. All the girls that I had traded tuition help and living arrangements for sex, had not only been collage students, but had all been academically exceptional. Intelligent, driven, young women who were willing to do anything they needed to, to make sure they got what they needed to succeed. 

"Mark stop it, you're getting carried away."

No, really, I forced myself to think through the pounding. Look at her, beautiful, she's a freak, already knows how to play the game, and if she's pre-med she's got to be pretty...

"Yes Mark look at her," The Voice began. "The last thing we need right now is for you to be playing house with Mini Meg over there. Christ, you'll be telling her that her name has to be Megan next time if get any more pathetic."

Whatever, hell you've been pushing me to have fun.

"Mark you're fucked up right now," The Voice said. "You really are."

Course I am, would I be talking to you if I weren't?

"It's different Mark you need to stop thinking about Megan, and get your shit together."

"Well hey," Dawn began as she stood up, grabbing her purse off of the nightstand. "Saying last night was great is an understatement, feel free to give me a call whenever."

"Sounds good." I said and forcing myself to move got off of the bed. "Hey uh, you didn't want to shower?"

"No time," Dawn said pointing at the alarm clock. "As it is I'll just make it." She gave me a wink. "Guess I'll have to just sit in class with you dripping out of me."

As she spoke I reached down and grabbed the pair of black karate pants I hung around the house in. I winced as the blood rushed to my head when I bent over, and when I straightened the room was spinning. I sat down on the edge of the bed slipping them on and looked up to see Dawn had come over to my side of the bed. Leaning over she gave me a kiss while reaching down and giving my cock a quick squeeze.

"See you later," She grinned. "Little brother."

"I'll walk you down to your car." I said standing.

"Oh, okay." She said smiling.

I slipped my sneakers on and started to walk past her out of the bedroom.

"Hey Mark?"

"What?"

"Umm, I know you're probably not someone who cares about what people think, but you really might want to put a shirt on."



I looked over my shoulder into the mirror and winced. Part of me wanted to say fuck it, who cared what the assholes in the building thought. On the other hand, I'd caught enough shit lately and all I needed was another picture on the net somewhere.

"Good idea." I told her as I went to my bureau and tossed on a plain white t-shirt.

"Hmm, you fill that shirt out pretty well." Dawn said then after looking at me for a moment continued. "Hey Mark can I ask you something?"

"Sure." I said as I opened the bedroom door.

Dawn stopped me with her hand on my arm and looking me in the eye smirked and asked;

"So what's your sister's name?"

"Careful Mark!"

"What are you talking about?" I asked trying to keep my eyes locked onto hers.

"Oh please! That brother sister shit doesn't just come out of thin air." She laughed. "Someone had a crush on their big sister didn't he?"

"Of course not!" I tried to sound convincing. "I read it somewhere and thought it was hot so..."

Dawn shook her head.

"Hey no worries, I don't judge and incest fantasies are a lot more common than you think." She shrugged. "Or at least that's what my psychology teacher says." She winked again. "So what's her name?"

"Megan, and when I was a kid I thought she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen." I said softly leaving out the part that I still felt that way.

"Why bother leaving anything out at this point moron?"

Dawn gave me one of those all too familiar big smiles.

"That's cute." 

"Yeah whatever," I said rolling my eyes as I guided her out of the bedroom and into the hallway.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 35



As we walked through the condo I found myself debating whether or not to call her again. Dawn had been as wild of a ride as I'd had, but The Voice was right. Her bizarre resemblance to my sister would not be good for me. Still, Megan was with someone and a little harmless fantasy....

"Oh my god!" Dawn exclaimed.

We had entered the parlor and as she spoke, Dawn veered off over to the end table next to the couch. Reaching it she picked up the framed photo of Megan and me from my PC graduation. We were facing the camera as we hugged, our faces close together. 

"Holy shit this is your sister?"

"Oh great, Mark just great."

"Uh, yeah."

With a laugh Dawn held the picture up to her face and smiling at me said.

"Just a slight resemblance no?" She laughed again as she put the picture down. "Now I see why you wanted to play last night, hell I could be her sister!"

"Right." I said forcing a smile. "You got me, I always wanted to play it out and saw you and couldn't resist."

"Well hope I didn't let you down!" She said then pouting whispered; "I didn't, did I little brother?"

"No Dawn, you were everything I'd hoped she'd be."

The Voice didn't even have to say anything. As soon as I'd said it I knew I couldn't see this girl again. A couple more remarks like that and the next time I ended up in the news she would be telling people she knew me and all about the bad boy attorney's incest fetish. Fortunately Dawn just smiled and resumed walking towards the front door. I took her down to the garage where we shared a long hard kiss. I lied, promising we would hook up again soon, and watched her pull away in her red Volkswagen Jetta. 

Turning I walked back towards the elevator and stopped as the entire garage began to spin. I took a couple more unsteady steps before leaning against one of the stone pillars. I closed my eyes and tried to take some deep breaths. I became aware of the fact that I was sweating and my stomach was starting to twist in time with the ever present throbbing in my head. My legs felt like rubber and had I not been against the pole I don't think I would have been able to stay on my feet. What the fuck? I thought.

"No sleep in days, ton of booze and the sexual Olympics will do that Mark. Told you you're messed up, Christ your still drunk."

I'm not.

"Yeah okay, I only live here pretty sure I know your still feeling it. Now get your sissy ass moving, or you're gonna pass out down here"

With a deep breath, I shoved myself off the column and made it into the elevator before needing to lean against the wall again. I felt my stomach pitch as the elevator rose, and swallowed hard trying not to puke. The elevator stopped two floors from mine and I rolled my eyes as an elderly couple that lived a floor above me got in. I kept my eyes down but could feel them staring at me. Looking up, I saw the woman shaking her head in disgust, following her gaze I saw she was looking at the teeth marks in my forearm. The elevator stopped and moving away from the wall I went to leave. The door to the elevator seemed to be moving and I staggered back a step as I banged into the door frame. 

Somehow maintaining my balance I walked through the door out into the hallway. As the doors began to close behind me I heard the man say; "Guess the papers weren't lying, sick bastard."

"Oh they don't know the half of it."

I weaved unsteadily down the hallway until reaching my door; I opened it and practically fell into the apartment. Using the furniture to hold me up on the way to the bathroom, I fell to my knees and threw up. I stayed there for a few minutes waiting for the pain in my head to subside. Standing up, I dry swallowed three Advil, and staggering into the kitchen chugged a bottle of water before going into the bedroom. I stripped the t-shirt off and all but fell into the bed. I rolled over onto my side near the nightstand and heard my phone beep. Picking it up I squinted my eyes until I could make out that I had missed three calls, all of them Doug. I briefly wondered what could be so important, then dropping the phone on the bed next to me rolled over onto my back. I looked up at my reflection, I could see the red in my eyes from here and my face was slicked with sweat and pasty underneath my tan. Every man wants to be me I thought dryly. I closed my eyes and immediately went out. 

I started awake to Rob Zombie blasting inches from my head. Swearing, I grabbed the phone and saw it was Doug yet again. Hitting the call button I croaked into the phone.

"What is it Doug?"

"About fucking time you answered the damn phone." Doug shouted in my ear. 

I pulled it from my ear grimacing.

"Are you there?"

"Yeah," I said softly. "Good morning to you."

"Nothing good about it." Doug snapped.

"What's wrong?" 

"Get your ass over here and find out!"

"What did you say?" I asked.

"You heard me Mark, roll your ass off of whatever whore you fucked last night and get over here," He paused then snapped. "Now!!"

"Doug what's wrong? " I asked feeling my heart begin to beat faster. "Is Mom okay?" I swallowed hard. "Is it Megan?"

"It's about Megan now..."

"Well is she..."

"Mark!!" Doug cut me off. "If your ass isn't at my house in a half hour I'm coming to yours!"

Before I could reply he had hung up.

*****

I pulled up in front of the folks' house twenty minutes later and sat in the car for a moment before getting out. I had taken an ice cold shower, soaking my head under the water for several minutes. Although my head was till throbbing it had settled into a manageable ache, and my vision wasn't blurry anymore. I checked my eyes in the mirror and blinked at how raw they looked. I should have put some visine in them. Oh well I thought as I shut the Lexus off and got out. At least I had remembered to cover the bite marks with a bandage.

"You remembered?"

I walked up the path leading to the porch and by the time I reached the stairs Doug was standing in the doorway. 

"He looks pissed."



When doesn't he? Since he had retired a couple of years ago it seemed like everything pissed Doug off. The only thing he did now when he wasn't golfing was hang around the house, watch TV, and try to avoid going places with Mom. Aside from that his favorite past time was bitching about pretty much anything. The last time I had seen him was a couple of weeks ago when he had asked me to look over his investments because he swore his stock broker was screwing him. In reality he was screwing himself with piss poor choices, but telling him that would have only got him going even more.

I walked up to the stairs and Doug opened the door. 

"Hey Doug, what's so.... okay then."

As soon as I stepped into the doorway Doug had turned and started walking through the house. Shaking my head I followed him.

"Where's mom."

"Out with some friends." Doug said over his shoulder. "Lucky for you she's not home."

I frowned. That did not sound good at all. I followed Doug into the kitchen where he sat down at the table. I walked over, and sitting down across from him, felt the warning bells begin to go off in my mind. Doug was staring at me as if he wanted to hit me. As he looked at me I could see the pulse in his temple. There was a FedEx envelope on the table in front of him, and as I watched he removed a folder from it.

"What's that?" I asked warily.

"Tell me."

With a flick of his wrist Doug sent the folder across the table where it stopped against my arm. With one more look at Doug I slid the folder in front of me and opened it.

My eyes widened and I felt my stomach jump as if I'd been kicked.

"Oh fuck me!!"

I was staring at a picture of Megan on her knees with me behind her fucking her doggie style. I was pulling her hair, and my sister's eyes were rolled back, her mouth open in a scream of ecstasy.

"Oh." I whispered.

I quickly closed the folder and looked back up at Doug whose lip was curled up in a snarl as he stared at me. The throbbing returned full force, and I felt my stomach turning. There was no need to look at the rest of the pictures I had already seen them before in my office. 

"That motherfucker!!" The Voice screamed. "Alex, that piece of fucking shit! He broke the rules!! We need to..."

Help me! I snapped at it in my mind. The Voice stopped yelling, and was silent for a few seconds before saying softly; "I... I have nothing."

Neither did I. The secret that Megan and I had fought so hard to keep, the one that she had lied to her parents about for years was out. There was no denying this, it was right there in front of me in full color. I swallowed and opened my mouth but nothing came out. 

"What's the matter Mark? Got nothing to say?" Doug asked.

I could hear his voice shaking as he tried to maintain control of it.

"TheMark Phillips is speechless?"

"Doug," I began, having no idea what I was going to say. "Look it's... it's..." 

"It's what Mark? I'll tell you what it is," Leaning forward Doug slammed his fist on the table. "It's you fucking your sister!!"

"I..."

"You fucking liars!!!" Doug screamed at me. "The two of you, lying to us for years!!"

"Doug please, I..."

"Shut the fuck up Mark!!" Doug hammered his fist onto the table again. Despite his age Doug was still a big guy and I felt the table rattle beneath my hands.

"I knew it! I fucking knew it! That day at the hotel, the two of you had been fucking!" As he screamed Doug's eyes were bulging dangerously, and I could see the veins sticking out in his neck. "You were fucking all night and I caught you

He threw his hands up in the air.

"And that wasn't the first time was it you sick bastard?" Doug demanded. "The two of you were fucking before that weren't you? Right in your rooms, right under our noses! Not only lying, but laughing about it weren't you?"

"Sitting here talking that fucking cult shit at the table all the time, is that what you were talking about Mark?" Doug asked, pointing at the pictures. "Were you and Megan talking dirty? Sitting in front of her mother telling you what she was going to do to you?"

He hit the table again.

"All those times I thought I heard something and figured it was Krissy, it was Megan!" he shook his head. "In my fucking house! In my...." He stopped and his eyes widened. "In my bed! You fucked my daughter in my bed didn't you!?!"

"Doug it wasn't like that it..."

"Wasn't like what Mark? Look at those pictures!!" Doug yelled reaching out and slapping his hand down on the folder. "Admit it Mark!! You and your sister were fucking!! Probably still are!" Doug took a deep breath and let it out along with a harsh laugh. "Well now I know why she always comes and sees you first!"

"No," I started. "It..."

With a disgusted wave Doug cut me off. 

"Go ahead Mark, tell me a good one." He gave me that nasty laugh again. "Let's go Mr. Attorney, get you and your sister out of this one." 



I closed my eyes momentarily to try to focus. In my mind I looked to The Voice, who I knew was there, but was silent. For the first time since it had appeared when I was a kid, The Voice had nothing to say. I opened my eyes as Doug began again.

"Got nothing do you? That's because there is nothing!!" Doug whacked the table again. "No way out of this for you Mark!! I always knew you were a sick freak, but this," He gestured towards the pictures. "This says it all!"

As I sat there in silence Doug rubbed at his temples, before continuing.

"Don't worry though Mark, you're not going to take the blame for this yourself, you just wait until I get a hold of Megan!"

I'd been sitting there with my head down; unable to defend the indefensible, but when Doug mentioned my sister's name I quickly looked up.

"That day at the hotel, she begged and pleaded and lied to me! She lied to your mother and made me look like the fucking bad guy!" He grunted disgustedly. "Then when I was still going to throw you out, she sits on my lap and cries to me; oh please Daddy!" 

"Daddy," Doug sneered the word, and my heart began to beat faster. "Bawling like a baby, begging for me not to throw you out, making me feel like an asshole that I would think so badly about my," his lip curled up in another sneer, "Little girl"

"Guess she wasn't my girl after all though was she Mark? No she was your girl wasn't she? Didn't want you to get thrown out because then the two of you couldn't fuck every night!"

"Doug,"

"Shut up Mark!" he snapped. "You had your chance and you had nothing! So just sit there and take it, because trust me it'll be the last time you ever have to hear anything from me!"

"And as for Megan, all I can say is she's fucking lucky she's in Europe because I'd be on a plane tonight to shove these in her lying face!!"

As Doug had been yelling at me, I had simply been thinking about both of us, trying to come up with a lie that could explain the pictures, get us off the hook. I had resigned myself to the fact that it was impossible; there was no way out of this. Best case scenario Doug didn't tell Mom but one way or another he knew. Now hearing Doug yelling about confronting Megan had my head spinning. 

"I almost didn't tell you, because you're going to walk right out of here and call her," Doug continued. "But you know what? Fuck it! Tell her I know, make her sweat it out, because the day she comes back I'm going to be down there waiting for her, and all of her crocodile tear bullshit won't mean a fucking thing to me!"

"Doug you can't..." I started.

"I can do whatever the hell I want!" he snarled at me. "Seems like the two of you do!"

He looked down at the envelope shaking his head.

"All those years she was on drugs, I kept my distance, tried to prove a point, and yes maybe I gave up on her, but I never stopped loving her."

He looked up at me;his face was twisted into a mask of contempt.



"But after this bullshit, as far as I'm concerned my daughter's dead to me, and I'm going to look into her lying eyes and tell her that in person."

No! I couldn't let that happen. It was one thing for Doug to scream at me, to take it out on me. Although they had taken me in, I had only lived there a couple of years and had never really been their son. Megan on the other hand was their daughter, they had raised her since the age of eleven, adopted her. They were Mom and Dad. More importantly, it had been the guilt brought on by the pain that she had continued to cause them, that had kept Megan running to drugs. She had been tired of lying to them; of causing them pain and worry, of being an embarrassment to them. In the end my sister had come within seconds of killing herself over that pain. 

During her first two years sober Megan had done everything she could to rebuild her relationship with her father; to become a good daughter, one that he could be proud of. She and Doug had gone to counseling together; talked things out, even went on a retreat for recovering addicts and their parents. As I sat there my mind racing feverishly, I remembered my sister, coming to me, tears of joy in her eyes, and telling me that Doug had started calling her his little girl again. If Doug confronted her with this, it would crush her! Megan would be heartbroken, and although she had been sober for years, she was still fragile in many ways. The guilt would come back tenfold; it could even push her back into.... 

We can't let this happen!

"Mark really I don't know what..."

Doug said something but I didn't catch it. I was still trying to come up with something. The conversation between Doug and Megan would be even worse than this one. Doug would be even harsher to her than he was being to me. After all in the end Doug had never really trusted me, had always thought the worst of me. Hell we only got along because I saved... I stopped and went back to my previous thought. Doug had always...

"Well what are you waiting for?" Doug asked. "Get the fuck out of my sight Mark, go call Megan and tell her your little secrets out!"

"No!" I snapped. "You can't say anything to Megan!"

"What?!?" Doug asked in disbelief. "Fuck you, I'm telling that lying..."

"It's not her fault!" 

"Are you kidding me? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Don't blame Megan Doug, it was me I..."

"You what Mark? What bullshit story are you going to come up with? You going to say you made the first move? Well who fucking cares if you did? She wanted it! You..."

"I made her do it!" I blurted out.

I wasn't sure where I was going with this, but as I spoke The Voice whispered;

"Yes," It paused, and I saw a terrible image in my mind. "We did it like this."

"Oh really?" Doug asked.

Reaching across the table Doug flipped open the folder to the photo of my sister and I fucking.

"She sure as hell looks like a willing participant to me!" To my surprise Doug flipped a couple of the pictures over to the one of me on my knees between her legs, Megan's eyes were closed and the look on her face, was one of pure pleasure. "Looks like she's suffering there!"

"I..."

"Give it up Mark!!" Doug shouted closing the folder. "There's no more lies, no more cover ups! You're both..."

"Doug shut up and listen to me!!" I snapped.

"How dare you..." Doug began.

"I will not let my sister lose her father over me!" This time it was my turn to hit the table. "I will not! Now you said your peace, let me tell you what happened!"

"I've heard enough of your lies Mark! You're just trying to protect your sister..."

"From you blaming her!" I shouted. "You know what Doug? You want to throw Megan away that fast? Fine then maybe she's better off without you!" This time I laughed harshly. "Wouldn't be the first time you gave up so quickly now would it?"

"You," Doug shook his head. "You have no right to judge..."

"And you can't judge Megan until you hear me out! Megan wasn't lying to you Doug! Not back then and not ever! This..." I hit the folder. "Is just another thing she's either too ashamed to talk about or might even have ..." 

"No," Doug shook his head. "This is another one of your..."

He trailed off and looked at me. I saw his eyes soften just a bit. I had a chance; because deep inside he wanted to give Megan a chance.

Make it quick Mark, The longer I look at you the sicker I get."

I took a deep breath and began the most important lie of my life. It was more important than Max, because this was my sister's future, not mine on the line.

"First of all," I started. "We never did anything in this house. We..."

"Oh please!"

"Doug you said you would listen!" 

He shook his head, rolling his eyes.

"There was nothing going on then Doug, and Meg wasn't lying to you at the hotel, we weren't; doing anything."

"Mark, you're..."

"Yet," I put out there to quiet him.

"Smart boy; partial admittance of guilt lends credibility to all future lies."

"I know what I saw!" Doug snapped.

"And you were right to a degree Doug." I said putting my hands up. "No we were not having sex, but yes I was too close to her."

"Damn straight you were! You were all but copping a feel! You..."

"Back then," I continued, ignoring him. "What Megan said was true; I had terrible nightmares and she would let me in bed with her so I could sleep." I paused and said softly. "When they were really bad she would hold me and I liked it."

"A lot apparently!"

"When Megan told you that wasall it was, she meant it. She wasn't lying because she didn't know that..." I sighed and looked away. "That I was falling in love with her."

"What?" Doug demanded. "Give me a break Mark! Don't try to make having sex with your sister sound fucking romantic! She was your sister! How the hell could you fall...?"

"We weren't your average brother and sister Doug," I pointed out. "We were separated for a long time and..."




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 35



"That has nothing to do with..."

"Yes it does Doug."

"That's it Mark, rationalize it," The Voice said then added. "Tell the story councilor, make it convincing."

"Meg and I didn't grow up together like regular kids." I pointed out. "We didn't spend our lives playing board games, and bickering and teasing each other."

I shook my head.

"The last time I had seen my sister she was six with a front tooth missing. The next time I saw her, she was eighteen and she was..." I paused before saying quietly. "The most beautiful girl I'd ever seen."

"You're full of shit Mark!"

"She was the first person in my life who was good to me." I continued softly. "The first person I learned to trust, she was so sweet, so understanding, and she loved me to be close to her."

As I spoke I let my emotions begin to creep into my voice, like all trial lawyers I knew when to just state the facts and when to embellish, I didn't expect Doug to feel bad for me, but needed to be convincing.

"And what was Krissy Mark? Don't give me that bullshit Megan was the only girl in your life! Krissy was a sweet girl, and stupid enough to care about you!" Doug shook his head again. "Well until the end when you showed your true colors and..."

"I pushed Krissy away because Megan was all I could think about." I replied calmly. "It wasn't fair to her. After Krissy left I..." I looked up at Doug and gave him a shrug.



"I told Megan how I felt; well actually I didn't tell her I tried to show her." I grunted. "The next time she let me in her bed I came on to her and..."

"The rest is history!" Doug snapped pointing at the pictures.

"No Doug, Megan pushed me away. Said it was wrong, told me that she didn't feel that way. She loved me, but as her brother." 

I looked down at the table as I continued speaking, I was caught up in the story now and telling it as if it were real. In a way it was, I had loved my sister back then, just knew there was no way it would have worked at the time.

"I felt like a fool, but I couldn't get the thoughts out of my head. She was sweet, beautiful, and talented. I wanted her so bad I could taste it."

"Eventually you did." Doug said in nastily. 

Ignoring him I kept speaking in that same soft tone of voice, as the vision of my lie formed in my mind.

"By then Megan, had started drinking and smoking pot. I used to try to stop her, wouldn't let people keep giving her drinks at Mitch's, tried to keep the stoners away from her, but she did what she wanted." 

I put my hands up in a helpless gesture. 

"I couldn't stop her so I figured I would party with her, keep my eye on her. I mean after all no one fucked with me back then, I thought I could keep her safe."

"Too bad, no one kept her safe from you." Doug muttered.

"Perfect! We're leading him there Mark!"

"So one night Meg's drunk and been smoking and she was... well she was starting to hang on me. There were people around so I kept it clean, but when I brought her back to my place, I tried again." I paused to look into my mind at the images The Voice was showing me.

"We started kissing and touching and I...I started to undress her."

"I don't need the fucking details!" Doug told me. "I..."

"You need to hear the entire story!" I snapped back without looking up at him. Not waiting for his reply I kept going.

"Megan stopped me before it got too far and again said we couldn't. A couple of months later we were at a big party and I saw Meg do coke for the first time." I sighed.

"I was afraid for her especially when she kept drinking on top of it. At the end of the night I took her back to Betty's where she was staying. Betty wasn't home and I was ready to leave when Megan started hugging me and kissed me, I mean really kissed me."

I looked up at Doug to see he was listening, but that his hands were trembling where they were resting on the table.

"She pulled away laughing, but I pulled her back to me and ..." I paused then looked away as I said quietly. "She let me take her."

"She let you..." Doug trailed off. "You..."

"The next morning when we woke up together, she was upset. Crying about what we had done and how ashamed she was and it could never happen again. She...she didn't even call me for a couple of weeks after that. When she did things were awkward between us."

"Keep going Mark, it's almost time to real him in."

"Eventually things were okay and we started hanging around at the parties together again. I tried to get close and she got pissed. Said we never could again. That's when I..."

"When you what?" Doug asked softly.

I swallowed hard and looking back down at the table went on with the story.

"There was a dealer there. I bought some coke and gave it to Megan." 

"You..." Doug's eyes widened.

"Sure enough, at the end of the night Meg was pretty fucked up and she let me have her again. For the next few months anytime I wanted her all I had to do was get her high." I looked up at Doug as I continued. "She would always be upset the next morning, but I didn't care because I knew I could always get her again."

"After a few more times she started to come to me looking for it," I shrugged. "As long as I had coke anyway, it was the way it was." 

"Oh...my..." Doug whispered.

"I'd give her what she needed if she gave me what I wanted."

"You...you." Doug eyes were bulging and he was so angry he could barely speak; the words coming out in a choked whisper. "You sick motherfucker! You fed your sister drugs so you... so could fuck her!"

"It was the..."

"You ruined her!" Doug shouted at me. "You..."

"Hey she was already doing drugs," I began, trying to defend my phony actions. "I just..."

"She was trying to get better!" Doug screamed the sound setting my head off again. "She would try to stop!"

"Bingo."

"You destroyed her!!" Doug shouted again. "I should have fucking known I..."

"My daughter was a good girl before you came along!" Doug continued shouting. "She went through hell and we took her in! Megan was beautiful, and popular, she was gifted! She was going to have a hell of life!" Doug pointed at me.

"Then I let her and Denise talk me into you coming here! You got her into that cult bullshit! Then she started drinking! She quit school and started on drugs and it was your fault!"

"I knew you were just like your father! He destroyed Julia, corrupted her, hurt her,and turned her into a scared shell of a woman! And you did the same you... you..."

Doug stopped and I saw his eyes were beginning to tear up, "You... you could have had any woman you wanted! They threw themselves at you!" he swallowed hard. "Why did you have to do that to my daughter?"

"Well Doug, it's like I always say." I looked him in the eye as I drove the dagger home. "I take what I want and what I wanted was my sister."

"Oh you..." Doug stopped unable to speak.

"But I saw how bad off she was, and I tried to help her Doug I..."

"How Mark? By giving her more?"

"I...I stopped Doug. I saw how bad she was getting and I stopped..."

"It was too late!" Doug shouted. "By then you had ruined her! She felt nothing but shame and it pushed her further! You drove her to do worse! You..."

"I saved her life!" I snapped back at him. I knew I was supposed to be just letting him give it to me but I couldn't listen to all of this. "I went to New York and got her! After you gave up, I saved her from killing herself I..."

I was cut off by Doug, who moving faster than I thought possible, leaned over and punched me in the side of the face. A flash went off behind my eyes and I almost pitched out of the chair. As I sat there stunned, my hand to my jaw, he started screaming at me.

"You were the reason she almost killed herself! You fucking animal! You saved her because you were guilty! Or maybe you just decided she wasn't used up enough and wanted more of her!"

"You're right!" I told him removing my hand from my face. "I knew I made her worse so I tried to make up for it. I..." I put my hands out in supplication. "I saved her Doug I brought her back to you, I..."

"You brought her back to you!" Doug shouted pointing his finger in my face. "You saved her to try to save yourself!" he shook his head.

"I can't believe how close she is to you!!"

"I...I don't know if she even remembers," I said softly. "She never mentioned it and the therapist said she blocked a lot out so maybe she's forgotten about it..."

"Nice touch!"

"Real piece of fucking work you are Mark! You do this, and I find out about it, find out what a godforsaken piece of garbage you really are!" He threw his hands in the air. "And I can't even say anything to her, because the pathetic thing is that you're fucking right! If I say something Megan will get upset!"

He took a deep breath before shouting again.

"Goddamn you! You hurt her and if I bring it up she suffers! Oh that is just like you Mark! Doing whatever the fuck you want and leaving nothing but pain behind! And after Megan helped you! Not only getting you here but saving your ass with Alex in that fucking trial." He slapped the table yet again. "They should have locked you up like the animal you are!" Doug put his head down and was quiet for a minute before looking up at me.

"But you win Mark, I...I can't tell Megan I saw this. Somehow I'll have to talk to her and pretend I don't know. I'll have to listen to her talk about her wonderful little brother and just bite my tongue." He pointed at me. "But you mark my words, you'll get yours Mark, oh yes you will and I hope to God I am there to see you get everything you deserve."

Reaching out he grabbed the folder and shoving it back into the envelope said

"And don't think I don't know who sent these! That piece of garbage sat at my table and said we were family and he does this! But know what Mark? Just another example of how you are, you pissed Alex off, you two went at it and at the end you win, and I get these! Not only that but he intended on Denise seeing them too! We would suffer, Megan would suffer! All over you and do you care?"

Rather than answer I focused on him mentioning mom and asked quietly.

"What about Mom? You're not going to... Ow!!"

"Goddamn!"

Doug had swung again, this time a vicious backhand slap that caught me square in the mouth. My head snapped around and I tasted blood.

"Don't you dare call her your mother!" he screamed. "You don't have a mother! Your real mother didn't want you Mark, know why? You ever do the math you piece of shit? Julia already had a restraining order against your father before she was pregnant with you; your father raped her Mark! That's how she ended up with you! Maybe that's why you're so fucked up!"

"I..."

Is that true?

The Voice was quiet for a moment before saying. "Yes, but it doesn't mean anything Mark we..."

"So you were never wanted Mark!" Doug snarled. "See we talked to Julia, you and Megan never wanted too. Julia was going to get rid of you, but Megan knew she was pregnant and kept asking about her little brother or sister!" he laughed disgustedly. "You weren't even born and your sister was protecting you! So Julia had you and ended up snapping and giving you both up!"

"After that no one else wanted your pathetic ass Mark, no one! Not the foster homes, not the group homes, no one except that loser Max who was such a fuck up he couldn't do the world a favor and actually kill you!"

"I..." I started but couldn't find anything to say, I had never seen this much hate come from anyone.

"He thinks we hurt his daughter Mark."

But...

"It's the right thing Mark,"The Voicesaid, then added softly."Just a little more and it'll be over."

"Your entire life there has only been one person whose loved you and wanted you and that was Megan!" Doug waved the envelope at me. "And look at what you did to her! The one person who cared about you and you twisted her and almost killed her!"

"Now you get your despicable ass out of my sight Mark!" Doug said pointing behind towards the doorway. "You are fucking dead to me understand? You ever try to come into this house again I swear to Christ I will blow your fucking head off! Is that understood?"

"Yes." I said numbly.

"And as for Denise? Well I got really lucky that she didn't see these and she never will. I won't tell her about this, but if you have a shred of decency anywhere in that black hole you call a fucking heart you will never call that woman mom again! She deserves better than you coming around after date raping her daughter and playing son! So you stay the fuck away from her!"

Before I could say anything Doug stood up quickly. Fearing he was going to swing again, I jumped up also. Instead Doug pointed at the door once more.

"Now get the fuck out of my house, before I change my mind and get the gun now!"

"Yes sir." I answered softly.

Head down I started walking past him.

"Mark, get the pictures. We can't have them around!"

Looking up, I reached out catching Doug by surprise, and grabbed the pictures from his hand.

"Give me those!" he snapped.

I stepped back from him shaking my head.

"Why so Denise can find them? I'm taking them."

"You son of a bitch!" Doug yelled and swung again.

This time I put my hand up,catching his fist in my palm.

"No more." I said quietly.

Doug snarled and pushed against my hand. He was strong for his age, but slowly I pushed his hand down between us before releasing it. Taking a chance he wouldn't hit me with anything I put my back to him and began walking out of the house.

"Yeah fine, fucking take them!" I heard him snap. "Have fun jerking off to them you sick mother fucker! And remember what I said Mark; next time I see you will be the last time anyone sees you! Your fancy moves can't stop a fucking bullet!"

I kept walking until I had reached the door. As I opened it I glanced over to the mantle, at the row of pictures Denise had put there. One was of the four of us. Doug and I in suits, Megan and m...Denise I caught myself, in dresses. Doug and I were standing behind the girls. The picture had been a Christmas present for Denise back when Megan and I were teenagers. The all American family I thought bitterly.

I closed the door behind me and started to walk towards the stairs when what just happened finally hit me. I felt my legs start to give out and taking an awkward step sideways, managed to sit down hard on the porch swing. 

"Mark, get up! That nut might really be getting the gun!"

It was right, but I needed a minute. Putting my head between my knees, I took several long deep breaths. My heart was pounding and I felt nauseous. I was also surprisingly hurt, I knew exactly what I was doing, but to hear Doug screaming about how I had hurt my sister had cut deeply. Never mind the other shit. Of course that other shit was true; it was what I had known my entire life. That underneath the looks, money, and pretty exterior, I was nothing but a sick, broken unwanted street rat. No one had ever wanted me except my sister...

"Mark, don't so this to yourself, let's go home and get some sleep we'll..."

Putting my hand on the rail of the swing I pushed myself up, but found myself looking down at the swing itself. I was suddenly flooded with memories. When I had first come to live here, and couldn't sleep Megan and I would sit out here and talk for hours. We had been separated for years and in a way were strangers to each other. We talked about anything and everything. This swing was where I got to know my sister. As I continued to stare I recalled many afternoons after school sitting here with Krissy. I remembered one day in particular that we had come home from school to find Denise not home.

We had run upstairs and had sex then come back down and sat on the swing. I was sitting in the corner of it, and Krissy was lying with her back against my chest, her long legs stretched out and resting on the other arm. I had been sitting there smelling the sweet scent of her hair and looking at her long tanned legs, smiling at the thought of having just been between them. My arms were around Krissy's waist and I felt peaceful and content. I was happy, I had everything; Great grades, a beautiful girlfriend who loved me, and a family that cared about me.

Things changed quickly however, no matter what I had that ever present hole inside of me, as well as The Voice, made me want more of everything. I couldn't work out enough, fight enough, fuck enough, and the siren call of the occult was drawing me deeper and deeper. Krissy left me after I broke Jack's jaw for treating my sister like a whore. I was upset at first but then realized it was meant to be. Krissy was not my destiny. After that Megan, who had been struggling mightily with her own growing issues, and I had started spending more and more time in each other's forbidden embrace. 

Many nights after having sex the two of us would lie awake and after awhile come back out here. It would be after midnight and we would take a chance, sitting with our arms around each other.We talked about little things, but mainly just enjoyed the other's company; young lovers sharing the night. I had fallen in love with my sister for the first time on this porch. 

"Mark..."

I quickly walked down to the car and getting into it, sat for a moment trying to get myself together. I looked over at the house and shook my head, it was the only real home I'd had when I was a kid. I saw Doug peer out of the window, and turning away; I immediately started the car and pulled away. I made it around the corner before I had to pull over to the side of the road. My eyes, which had been burning all morning, suddenly blurred. As I put the car into park I felt my eyes well up, and putting my head on the steering wheel began to cry. As I sobbed pathetically I heard Doug's words echoing through my head, about no one wanting me, that I didn't have a mother anymore. That I never really did. I felt The Voice close to me in my mind and waited for it to begin mocking me. Instead it spoke in a surprisingly soothing tone.

"Mark, it's not true, he was reacting to a lie; one we told."

"I wasn't ever wanted" I whispered.

"Yes you were Mark, or you wouldn't be here. Julia just couldn't handle life anymore."

"Whatever," I said. "I...I can't see m...I mean Denise anymore."

"Mark, we did what we had to do, we protected our sister. That's what's important."

"But..."

"And we kept our chances alive with her Mark." The Voice explained still in that soft tone. "If Doug had gone to her she would have never accepted the possibility of being with us. Now we still have a chance."

"I...I want Megan!" I sobbed, feeling like a baby. Once again The Voice spoke in a comforting tone.

"And you will have her Mark, but not today. When the time is right we will declare our love and claim our sister's heart."

"But I..." I wiped at my eyes trying to get a grip on myself. "I'm all alone."

"No Mark, you have me. And I'm going to help you through this. Here..."

In my mind's eye I saw the attic. As I stood looking around the corridor the room of pain swung open. Stepping up to it I envisioned the argument with Doug and all the hateful things he had said about me. I took them and forced them out of my heart and into the room. The door swung closed and with a sigh I opened my eyes. Taking a deep breath I started the car and pulled back into the street.

"See better, no?"

"Yeah a little." I said out loud.

"Good. And we'll feel even better when we get home, I'll help you sleep."

"Yeah okay." I paused before adding; "Thank you."

"Hey, no problem Mark." The Voice said softly. "After all that's what I'm here for isn't it,to take care of you?"




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 35



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As Mark finished telling his story I put my elbows on the desk and my head in my hands. I was overwhelmed with emotions. The first of which was that old familiar guilt. My father had not only found out that my brother and I had been having sex, but had been subjected to explicit photos of it. Even though my brother had miraculously convinced him that it wasn't going on anymore, he still knew. No wonder he had been awkward with me for several weeks when I had come back from Europe. I now remembered how the first time I came to visit after my trip Dad seemed different, not distant but sad. He had hugged me when I arrived at his house and held me tighter than I could ever remember. When I asked if he was okay he had simply said that he had missed his little girl. Now in hindsight I knew he had been upset for me, thinking that my brother had hurt me, and that I didn't even know it. 

Now I found myself wondering how the hell I was going to pretend that I didn't know he knew when I saw him next. Going further it hit me about how hard this would truly make my brother and I becoming a couple. The lie Mark had told had made it impossible for me to even try to tell my parents that we had feelings for each other. Mark had said it was over, that he had taken advantage of me. If I were to bring it up now, Dad would know that he had been right initially yet again; that Mark had simply taken a fall to protect me. That...

Mark, my thoughts immediately turned from my own feelings to my brother. I looked up to see that Mark was just sitting there leaning back in his chair looking down at his desk. The expression on his face was one of exhaustion mixed with sadness. My bad ass brother looked like a heart broken child. I felt my eyes well up as what Mark had done fully hit me. Faced with a no win situation my little brother had somehow found a way to save his sister. Another wave of guilt passed through me. Mark had convinced my father that he had initiated sex between us, that he had been after me before finally using drugs to get me. 

The reality was that I had been Mark's first lover, taking his virginity so that I could have a man I could be close to without fear of those painful memories of Frank. And never had my brother done anything but try to keep me from drugs. True we'd had our phase of enjoying drinking together, but he had never liked me on coke. Now he had Dad convinced that he had fueled my addiction. It now made sense why Dad had that level of malice towards my brother, why Mark was avoiding mom. On that note a stab of pity went through me, Mark had given up his family to save me. Although my father and he had a lot of ups and downs over the years, Mom had always loved Mark as her own son. I knew that even though he down played it with his apathetic attitude Mark loved that he could call her mom, that he had someone other than me who loved him. 

When confronted by my father Mark had left himself with nothing so that I could still have my parents. As I continued to look at Mark, it also dawned on me how much this had hurt him. The fact that he had mindlessly told me the entire story proved he was not right. Leaving in the part where he had broken down was not his style. Normally Mark would make like nothing ever got to him. But as he had told the story he sounded totally numb and had just kept right on going. I also felt a twinge of fear about how he had bonded with The Voice near the end. How long had he kept it out? 

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the heart wrenching sight of a single tear flowing down Mark's right cheek. Galvanized by the sight of my brother that upset, I rose from my chair and went around the desk to him. Mark looked as I leaned over and wrapping my arms around his shoulder pulled him into me. He resisted at first, muttering something about he was okay and trying to pull away and stand up. Pushing him down in the chair I sat on his knees and swung my legs over him so that I was in his lap. Leaning in I hugged him tightly so that his head was resting on my chest, my chin resting on top of it. After a moment Mark slid his arms around my waist and I felt him relax into me. 

As I felt his tears on my chest I rubbed my hand along his back before sliding it up to run my fingers through his hair. 

"It's okay baby," I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady.

"No," Mark whispered into my chest. "No it's not. I..."

"Shhh." I whispered. "Not now honey, just relax, let me hold you."

Mark nodded into me and just stayed cradled in my arms for a few minutes. I had not seen my brother this broken since Samantha, and as I held him my first thoughts were that I had to make this right. No matter what the cost to my relationship with my father I could not let Mark pay this price alone. I tried to think of a way when my thoughts were stopped by a surge of emotion. As if I ever needed more proof of how much my brother loved me, this was it. Tossing everything he had away for his sister, no not just his sister, his Megan as he had referred to me. I felt the tears coming down my cheeks as well as I looked into my heart and saw the same love for him there. It had always been there of course, ever since that rainy Saturday morning years ago in my bed. 

Still, even as it dawned on me that I did indeed love my brother the other factors kept forcing their way into my thoughts, my parents, our careers, but more importantly would I maintain that love? Was Mark truly the one or was it another case like Laura; madly in love at first then growing cold over time. Could I risk breaking my brother's heart like I had others, where would that leave us? I took a deep breath and told myself one thing at a time. I became aware of the fact that Mark had let my waist go and was gently pushing against my arms. I loosened my grip so that he could look at me, and bending my head, gently kissed the tears from the corners of his eyes. Mark gave me a sad smile.

"I...I'm okay Meg, really."

"Mark, you shouldn't have done that with Dad," I told him softly. "You should have let me take the fall too Mark, you'd protected me enough."

"I could never protect you enough Megan." Mark answered simply. "That's what we promised each other remember? That we wouldn't let anyone hurt us? I would not let Doug tear into*you* like that."



As he spoke Mark reached up and took the locket Mom had given me in his hand and looked at it. "I would never let you lose your parents Meg, ever."

Swinging my legs back to the floor I stood up and grabbing the bottle of water from my side of the desk handed it to him. As Mark took a couple of sips I walked back around to the other side of the desk, and after looking down at the folder that contained those godforsaken photos said;

"Mark, I'm going to make this right."

"What?" Mark asked as he wiped at his eyes with the edge of his hand. "It's a little late for that Megan, I mean..."

"No Mark it's not." I told him, sitting back down. "Dad knows I've been pushing to find out. I'm going to tell him you fessed up, and I am going to set him straight."

"Meg you can't do that."

"Yes I can Mark and I will. I meant what I said before you showed me the pictures. I am done running from the past, and I am sure as hell done with you taking shit for me."

"It's okay Meg I did it for you, I..."

"I know you did Mark," I told him. "You've always done everything for me. Now I am going to do something for you and tell my father you didn't take advantage of me."

"And what the hell are you going to tell him?" Mark asked.

I sighed.

"The truth Mark, once and for all, that I started it, that I was the one who took you and that..." I hesitated as I thought about our future. "Well anyway I'm not letting you fall alone Mark."

"It's too late Megan," Mark said. "Let it go sis, nothing good can come of it."

"It's not about that Mark," I told him. "It's about me taking responsibility for the things I've done including lying to them about us. I..."

"Megan listen to me!" Mark snapped sitting up in his seat. "All day you've pushed me to tell you shit that you are better off not knowing, and I've told you. Now for once smarten up and listen to me, now is not the time to play Martyr!" 

I looked at him taken aback at his tone.

"Mark, calm down, I know what I'm doing! I..."

"Do you Meg?" he asked. "I don't think you do. Now listen to me before you go off half cocked and make things worse."

"They could get worse for you?" I asked.

"Not for me for you. Now first of all Megan, Doug is not going to believe you, he's going to think I told you and now you're running to him trying to protect me. You'll tell him you know, open up a can of worms, and for nothing."

"I'll make him believe me!" I snapped.

"No Meg you won't." Mark said with a smirk. "Doug has never trusted me Megan, thing is sis I told him a bullshit story that had a lot of holes in it but he believed me."

"But..."

"He believed me for two reasons Meg, first of course is he has always wanted to hate me, and second of all in the end he wanted to believe that you would never have done that, that his little girl was just taken advantage of, that you wouldn't lie to him. He's happy hating me and loving you. Let it stay that way."

"Mark it's not fair!" I protested.

"Life rarely is sis." Mark said softly. "Man have I learned that one over the last year."

"No Mark, I won't leave it..."

"Oh for Christ's sakes!" Mark yelled. "Goddamn you're stubborn! Let me ask you a question Megan, how good is it to be close to your father?"

"Well, I love it of course but..."

"How good is it to be able to call and have him happy to hear from you; to come see him and enjoy him? Except for you pushing about me today, how nice was it for you and your dad to go out to lunch?"

"It's great Mark, but I don't want him hating you." I explained. "The two of you are important to me Mark; I wished you hadn't lied like that I would..."

"You were in another country and I was caught flatfooted." Mark said. "All in all Meg, I think I did okay."

"You were feeling sorry for yourself Mark." I told him. "You were tired and upset, and...missing me." I added in a softer tone. "You were already set up to take more abuse and..."

"Answer the question Meg!" Mark pushed. "You want to jeopardize what you love so much, what you worked so hard for?"

Looking him in the eye I said quietly.

"Apparently you do. So why does it matter?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh please Mark, you don't want me to tell Dad about us now, but you want to move down to Chicago with me and play house! You don't think he and Mom will ever know? One way or another Mark he is going to know he has been lied to again! So know what Mark?Don't act like it matters to you that much, if it did you wouldn't be thinking about the two of us."

Mark stared at me stunned. I felt like kicking myself. I had meant what I said but it had come out harsher than I had wanted it too. All I had wanted to get across was that if there was a future for us I was going to tell my parents, not lie to them. I went to try to take it back but Mark suddenly slapped himself in the forehead and laughed humorlessly.

"Oh that is just fucking great!" he exclaimed. "Oh, just classic! Here I am one of the best lawyers in New England and I did not see that one coming!"

He sat back and tossed his arms in the air.

"People are right, love is blind!"

"Look Mark," I said softening my tone. "I didn't mean it the way it came out, in fact I..."

"No you know what Meg?" Mark cut me off. "I did see some of this coming. I mean why the hell do you think I fought you about these pictures?"

Reaching across the desk he picked them up and tossed them back into the black box.

"Because," I started.

"Because I wanted you to answer me before you knew!" Mark continued. "Because now that you know, you want to talk to Doug who knows about us, but thinks I took advantage of you, and now you want him to know that I was lying to cover up that you were lying which means he'll know we were both lying and now you're going to say this is what you were worried and.... Oh what the fuck!"

I jumped as Mark slammed his hand down hard on the metal box, denting the top of it.

"I am so sick and fucking tired of games!!" he shouted.

"Easy Mark! Paula..."

"Has heard me screaming and breaking things before." Mark said. "You know what Megan? This..." he slapped the box. "Is beside the point, what is done is done. It's time to talk about..."

"No Mark this does matter!" I said raising my voce so he would listen. "These pictures are exactly the thing that I would worry about! What if..."

"I told you the story Meg! Alex can't use these I..."

"Bullshit Mark!" Now it was me cutting him off. "Alex could turn on a dime, he could do something with these you never know and then..."

"Then what Megan?" Mark asked.

"Then people will know Mark they'll..."

"I don't fucking care anymore!!" Mark all but screamed at me. "I don't care! Go and tell Doug! Go tell everyone, hell Meg at this point I'll take out a full page add in the Journal and tell everyone that I love my sister!"

"Mark, don't be crazy." I told him. "And please stop..."

"No you stop!" Mark snapped. "Stop with your fucking buts and your stalling, I answered everything you wanted me to now it's your turn Megan," He put his arms out to me. "Yes or no?"

I felt my stomach tie into a knot and my heart start to pound. It was time. Mark was right he had put it all out there, and it would be ridiculous to try to say wait for dinner later. I closed my eyes for a moment and remembered the journal. How many times I had wished we could be together, how many times had I pushed him away and run from my feelings? I wondered how many times he had done the same. Difference here was that one of us had finally put it out there. Just minutes ago I had looked into my heart and saw the answer, but it still didn't change my fear of my track record. I opened my eyes to see Mark waiting. Just as I was ready to speak he started;

"Yeah I thought so. I..."

"Yes." I said quickly.

"Yeah," Mark started again then stopped his eyes widening. "Yes?" 

"Yes." I repeated. 

"You...you love me?" Mark started to smile then I opened my mouth again.

"Well, yes but Mark there's more to it..."

"Oh fucking forget it Megan!" He yelled. "If there's a fucking but then just say no!"

"Mark it's not that simple!" I started.

"Yes it is Megan, yes it is!!" He said shaking his head in frustration. "Love is a yes or no, there is no buts!" he looked way. "So, no."

"Mark, please listen! There are other things! There's my..."

"You know what Megan?" He asked. "There are other things but you're the only one worried. I'm not worried about my career, I'm not worried about the press, hell I'm not worried about the law!" he laughed. "Find me the last prosecutable case of adult incest in the US!" Hell, neither of us can even have kids! I'm the best lawyer around they can't touch us! It wouldn't be worth it!"

I started to speak, but Mark caught me off harshly.

"Don't bother; see the thing I see here is that all of the buts are yours. I'm not worried but apparently you are. You care more about your career than me. You care more about your family then you do me!"

"That's not true!" I shouted at him.

"Bullshit! You just keep coming up with excuses Megan! Just fucking tell me no!"

"Mark," I put my hands up to try to keep him quiet. "Okay look you're right. I...I'm tap dancing I... I'm just worried that I would ruin it like I did with Laura, and Tommy, and Ben and all the others! What if I say okay and a few months from now I..."

"Do you really think that would happen Meg?" Mark asked lowering his voice.

"I...I don't know Mark!"

"We have wasted enough of our lives Megan; it's time to find out." 

Once again Mark spoke calmly as he saw me wavering.

"You...you're not worried that..."

"Not all Megan, things happen as they are meant to." He shrugged. "If by some chance you end up right, which I doubt, at least we find out."

"But then all the other shit would be for nothing," I told him. "And really Mark, if it doesn't work out and I...I break your heart I would feel..."

"Right back to you again huh Meg?" Mark asked.

I should have caught the tone in his voice and stopped, instead I opened my mouth again.

"Mark it just wouldn't be fair to you! I..."

I stopped in mid sentence. Mark's eyes darkened and his lip curled up into a snarl.

"Fair?" he hissed. "Fair? Are you fucking kidding me with that fucking word again?"

I sat there trying to think of a way to stop the impending explosion but it was too late.

"You know something Megan? All the bullshit that I've been through, getting put in homes, all the beatings from Max, I never once said that it wasn't fair." He shook his head. "Not once, never whined, never cried, never used it as an excuse, but know what Meg?"

Without waiting for an answer he slammed his fist down on the desk.

"None of this is fucking fair to me! None of it!" Mark reached over to the stack of files and pulled the Carson one out. "You want to talk about what's not fair? Look at this bullshit!"

Mark slapped the folder against the desk.

"This girl was innocent Megan! Innocent and she was going to be the one on trial! The one going down to a bunch of rich pieces of shit!! So I stepped in, it was time for me to pay back the chances I got in life so I took her case to make sure she got what was right, what was fair!" 

Mark sneered the word as he hurled the file across the room, papers flying everywhere. 

"And how did fair work out for me? It should have been easy, but it was a nightmare! And yes I wanted the fight, but know what? As jaded as I was I thought the system would win. You know our system based on fairness? Yeah bullshit!"

I sat there quietly as he continued. Once he was on a roll there was nothing that would stop him.

"I won that case Meg, but I lost everything else, everything!!" He shouted. "I lost my best friend, not over picking Carson over him, but by seeing his true colors, I broke Samantha's heart a second time, because they set me up and I couldn't pull back!"

"I..." He stopped and sat there chest heaving, when he spoke again I could hear he was getting emotional. "I lost my family Megan! Doug was the closest thing I ever had to a father and D...Denise! I... I'm not even supposed to call her mom anymore! She wants to see me and I can't because I...had to lie! If those pictures got out it would have ruined you! I was forced to make it so I would be hated so you would be okay!" He put his hands out to me.

"I have nothing Megan, nothing but a bunch of fucking meaningless sex with whores! Every woman wants me everyman wants to be me!" He laughed bitterly. "Please! And they're all out for me here now, I burned almost every bridge I had winning this fucking thing! Now I can't even go find the whores without wondering if there's another fucking Gary behind me somewhere!"

He stopped and sat there chest heaving. Seeing an opening I tried.

"Mark listen, you don't have nothing you have..."

"And know what else isn't fair Megan?" he pointed at me. "You!!"

"Me?" I asked.

"Yes you! You're not fair! All those years you were messed up Megan I was there for you! I did everything I could to help you! Fought off dealers, used my connections to get you out of trouble, tried to stop you. I was there for every bit of the bad shit Megan, every bit of it!"

I started to speak but he waved me off again.

'"And I never cared Megan, never! I just wanted you to be okay! Then you're finally okay and within a year you leave me!"

"Mark I had too!" I began but he wasn't listening.

"You're doing amazing Megan, everything you always should have been, healthy, beautiful, successful and I don't get to see it! I was part of all the shit and when it comes to the good stuff you left me!" he stopped yelling and speaking in softer tone said; "I wanted to be part of it, I wanted to be part of you, I...I wanted." He stopped and whispered; "It's not fair."




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 36



Authors note: some quick hits. This chapter marks my 50th story on Literotica. I couldn't have timed it better as this one ends with a bang. Also a huge thank you to author Sydney Blake (How to save a life. The hottest romance series on lit!Check it out for yourselves)for doing a lights out job editing this chapter.As for my dedication: This reader has always stayed anonymous, but has commented many times and e-mailed me as well. He is by far my biggest Megan hater so on that note, this chapter is for "sparekeys". As for this chapter itself. SWB is a pretty grim story, and honestly not nearly as popular as some of the stroke series that are currently running right now. I am fine with that. From day one this has been my story written my way. Now that I am getting near the end, not only am I going to continue that, but am going to rev it up. The remaining chapters will not be heavy on erotica, but will be heavy in general. If you are a sensitive sort, brace yourself. For the next three chapters, ladies and gentlemen, the gloves are off. As always thank you for reading! Lovecraft68

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I sat in the back of the cab with my head down, using my long black hair to cover most of my face and the fact that I was crying. I'd managed to hold it back during the ten minute walk from Mark's office to the Biltmore. I needed a taxi and they were always circling the hotel, and this way I didn't have to wait in front of his building for one. It hadn't been easy holding it together, but I was getting enough looks as it was in my current ensemble. Had I started crying, people would have thought I was some distraught, strung out prostitute. Not that I hadn't had some experience with that particular situation back in the day, but I would never want it thought of me again.

Within a minute of reaching the hotel, I flagged down the cab. I noticed the driver passed an older couple and a guy in a suit so he could pick me up. I got in and gave him my mother's address. The driver, a big greasy looking guy in his fifties, took one look at me and asked, "How you gonna pay for this?"

I rolled my eyes. Under different circumstances, I would have told him to go fuck himself and gotten out. Right now, however, all I cared about was getting back to my parents' house so I could hide in my old bedroom and cry. I reached into my purse and pulled out a hundred dollar bill and showed it to him.

He smirked, "Business must be good."

I smirked back, "It always will be because there are always fat, ugly men who can only get laid if they pay for it."He gave me a dirty look, but put the cab in gear and quickly pulled into traffic. I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror and winced. So much for trying to not look like a mess; I had already been crying at Mark's office, and my allegedly waterproof mascara had run in black streaks down my face. My good old manic panic Goth foundation had held up, however, so I now looked like a sick, sad clown straight out of a Marilyn Manson video.

Sliding over to the right corner of the seat, I let my head drop, my hair fall over my face, and my tears flow. I was devastated and confused. What had just hit me the last two hours? My father, the pictures, Mark's lies to save me. As if that wasn't enough to take in, Mark put me on the spot. I did love him. I knew that now. Not that I should have needed my brother's sacrifice to make me realize that. Those feelings had been there for years I had just pushed them aside, telling myself I would ruin my brother, and pretending the feelings weren't there. This time around, Mark took all my excuses away from me. He pointed out that I was sober, successful, and, most of all, he told me how he felt. My mind was still reeling. How, exactly, did my brother think we could pull this off? 

I told him I loved him, sort of, by simply saying yes. Had I just kept my big mouth shut, we might have been able to sit down and talk things through, like we had planned. Instead, I put a fatal "but" in there, and my exhausted, emotionally spent brother did what he always did when he was hurt, he lost it 

I did my best not to react to his rage. My brother had been through a lot in the last year, and I had not been there for him. As much as the Winthrop trial had helped his career, it had taken everything else from him. Mark had tears in his eyes as he numbly told me how my father told him no one ever wanted him. I now knew why he was avoiding Mom, and it was wrong; she loved Mark dearly. Unfortunately, I knew too well that feeling of being unwanted, of knowing that no matter how good life was now, that we had been given away, as if we were unwanted pets. For my brother, who had already been dealing with the heartache of missing his chance to be with me back then, hearing those things from Dad caused him to believe them. 

I was also struck with guilt, hearing how badly he missed me, and how he so desperately wanted to be with me. I've never regretted moving to Chicago. I would not have achieved as much surrounded by nothing but painful memories. But in leaving all that pain, I left behind the best part of my life. Mark, who, of course, told me to go ahead and do what was best for me. Had I not been the selfish bitch he had rightly accused me of being, it would have occurred to me that sometimes, Mark said things because he felt it was what I wanted to hear, not because it was how he really felt. 

So as Mark got more and more wound up, I just sat there and listened, trying to wait for an opening. That is, until he started really going off the deep end and talking about us fucking others and ending it by throwing my words from twenty years ago in my face: "We're not for all the time."

I wanted to tell him that I was in love with him, but he got me rattled. All I could think of was my journal entry when I had 'given' him to Cynthia so he wouldn't know how I felt. I said the word 'was' and Mark turned lawyer on me, treating me like a witness he had just crossed up. If Mark had been rational he would have heard the emotion in my voice and realized that I was still in love with him, but he was too far gone. When I tried to tell him he had told me to fuck myself. I was stunned; short of a couple of times when I had been wasted Mark had never spoken in that tone to me.

Before I could get anything out Mark had simply looked me in the eye and told me to leave. I had felt my own anger rising, but seeing the raw pain in my brother's eyes stopped me from making things even worse. I tried to tell myself he didn't mean it, that he would calm down and we could talk. I told myself that when we did I would simply tell him how much I loved him, take him in my arms and let him feel how much I did. We would still need to figure some things out but I needed him to at least know he was loved.

Sadly, I never got the chance. He stared out his office window while I sat there crying softly, hoping he would calm down and come back and hold me. No, that was the kind of thought, that made Mark seem right. When he came to me, I would hold him. After several minutes however, without turning around to look at me, Mark asked, "Why are you still here?"He spoke softly, but there was something in his tone that told me it was over. There would be no apologies, no making this right.

Standing up, I let out a sob, and as I did, Mark shook his head disgustedly. On that note, I turned to leave, when it occurred to me that I was going to take his car. Normally, Mark always took me back to the airport, but obviously this time would be different. Taking his keys from my purse, I tossed them on his desk so that he would hear them. When he still didn't turn around, I felt my temper flare at being dismissed like a child, but I was smart enough to simply turn and storm out of his office. 

Now sitting here in the cab it hit me that this had been my own fault, Mark had warned me that something's were better left unsaid, but I had pushed. I took a deep breath and seeing that we were already at the exit for my parent's house I tried to pull myself together. I had no doubt Mom and Dad were both home, and I had no idea how I was going to get past them to go upstairs to my room. 

As we pulled up to the house I saw that as I had feared both cars were there. I paid the fare, then stood on the sidewalk for a minute staring at the house. If I went through the front, I might run into Dad. I had no idea how I could look him in the eye right now, knowing what he had seen. Not only that, but knowing that, in his mind, it was over, while in reality, I had just fucked my brother in his office not two hours ago. 

This made my heart sink; Mark seemed to think no one would ever find out about us. I disagreed, but even if he was right, and we could pull it off, I would need to tell my parents. I could not lie to them for the rest of my life. Mark, by his own admission, had made this even more difficult by lying to my father. The cat had been out of the bag last year. Had I been around, I would have come clean and admitted that we had been and still were lovers. I would have taken whatever repercussions there were. Who knows? Maybe that would have brought Mark and me close back then. No. I was with Laura, and believed I was in love.

With a sigh I walked along the side of the house. I would take my chances with my mother. I reached the back, and taking a deep breath entered through the back door. Feeling like I was back in my teenage years and sneaking in after curfew, I stood in the small hallway listening at the door that led into the kitchen. I didn't hear Mom's small TV going and, opening the door entered the kitchen. To my relief it was empty. Once again, just as when I was teenager, I slipped my heels off and quickly made my way towards the stairs that led upstairs. I didn't have a car and my parents would never know I was there. I had made it half way to the door when Mom's voice stopped me cold.

"Megan?"

I didn't answer right away. I just stopped and let my head slump down, as if I were that teenager who had just gotten caught. I heard Mom coming up behind me and with a resigned sigh, I turned to face her.

"Megan, why are you..." Mom stopped when she saw my face. "Honey, you're crying! What's wrong?"

"I..." I stopped, unsure of what I was going to say.

"And why are you dressed like that?" Mom asked, looking me up and down. "Well I..."

I had nothing. The events of the day had left me completely drained. I tried to push my exhausted mind to come up with yet another lie to my mother, but the well was empty. I started to try to say something about a date but what came out was a sob as my emotions finally overwhelmed me. 

"Come here honey!" 

Mom immediately came over, reached up and put her arms around me. Feeling foolish but unable to help myself, I put my head down on her shoulder and started crying, not just the tears that had been trickling on and off since I had left Mark, but full, gut-wrenching sobs. Mom didn't say a word, just held me and gently rubbed my back. 

Even as I continued to let myself go, I could feel that old familiar comfort of my mother's embrace. In the midst of my despair, I remembered how many years I denied myself this embrace, denied my mother the chance to help her daughter. 

My sobs increased as I pictured my brother alone in his office, with no one to be there for him. I knew by now Mark's rage was gone and that he was as upset as I was. I could feel my brother's loneliness, as if it were my own, because for years it had been. 

When my sobs finally died down, to just the occasional embarrassing hiccup, Mom stepped back from me, and, taking my hand, led me over to the kitchen table."Sit down and talk to me"

I allowed myself to be led and after I sat down, Mom walked over to the sink. I heard the water, and when she came back, she had a small, wet towel in her hand. Without a word, Mom took my chin in her hand and started wiping off my face. I tried to pull away, but Mom just smiled and told me to stop fidgeting. I stopped moving and closed my eyes as Mom pressed the warm towel to them, gently dabbing at my ruined mascara. As I sat there, letting Mom wash my face like she did when I was a little girl, I felt myself beginning to calm down somewhat. As always, Mom had a way of making even the worst things seem a little better. When she was finished, I opened my eyes.

Smiling, Mom said, "Now there's my beautiful girl!"

I couldn't help but smile a little at that, which caused Mom's smile to widen. She turned and, after tossing the towel in the sink, went over to the fridge. Coming back to the table, Mom handed me a bottle of water and sat down across from me.

"Really, Megan, I don't know why you cover yourself in that Elvira make up. You're pale as it is, and it covers up how pretty you really are."

"Just part of the persona, I guess," I told her with a shrug. "Megan Decosta, the underground artist, wouldn't wear pink blush and a pony tail."

"Well, if you were at a showing, I could see that," Mom said, nodding. "But today?"

Mom was quiet for a minute as she waited for me to respond. Although I felt a little better my mind was still locked up and I had no idea what I was going to tell her.

"Megan, why are you so upset?" she asked. "And really, why the hell are you dressed like that?" She shook her head. "You didn't leave the house like that."

I laughed to myself as this really was becoming a teenage flashback. Leaving Mom's in a jeans and a t-shirt, only to go to Betty's and change into something trashy. Looking at Mom and still having nothing, I simply went with a version of the truth.

"I...I had a lunch date."

"Dressed like that?" Mom asked, pointing at my chest.

Looking down I saw that the top two buttons of my blouse were undone and the red corset plainly visible.

"You must have been expecting it to be a great first date!"

"No, I..." I sighed and let a little more truth come out. "It wasn't a first date, I... I've seen this person before."

"Before?"

"Yeah," I hesitated then, picturing my brother said, "I've known him for years, and whenever I come up here, if I'm not with someone, we get together."

"Oh," Mom said. "So is he a, what do they call it? A friend with benefits?"

Continuing with the half truths I answered.

"More like an old flame."

"Oh, I see." She nodded. "Trying to get over Laura?"

I looked at my mother, and for a moment felt a desperate urge to tell her. To simply blurt it out, that I thought I was in love with Mark. Tell her that he loved me and wanted us to be together. As I sat there I could feel the urge growing stronger, the desire to get twenty years worth of lies off of my chest, to ease that guilt, and to maybe even get some help on what the hell to do. Mom was looking at me calmly waiting for me to speak and the urge began to fade. In the end if there was to be no future for my brother and me, which is how it was looking at the moment, why would I want to do that? Go through all of the repercussions for nothing. Still, maybe my mother could help me. 

"Mom, what would you do if you loved someone that you shouldn't?"

Mom looked at me for a moment before answering.

"Well what do you mean by shouldn't? Are they married?"

"Well no."

"Well hon, I'm confused," She began. "If they're not married, and considering you..."She paused, trying to find the right words. "Since you have no problem with either a man or a woman, I don't see why else you shouldn't love someone."

"I..." It was my turn to try to pick my words. "It's just complicated, Mom it's more like who it is, could cause some problems."

Mom leaned back in the chair and seemed to be thinking. I felt myself getting worried, wondering if in reality, I was all but telling her who it was. No, now I was just being nervous. Mom, nor anyone else, for that matter, would suspect that I was closer than I should be with my brother. 

"Before I say anything, I am not sure I understand, I mean you just broke up with Laura not two weeks ago, and now you're asking me about..."

Mom trailed off, then giving me a slight smile, asked, "Honey, have you been in love with this person all along?"

"I..." I stopped, as I once again felt this conversation could end up being too revealing. But, then again, I was at least getting the chance to talk about it. "I think maybe..." I put my head down. "Yes."

"So I guess what I said about you seeming as if you were waiting for something was close to the mark after all," Mom said, nodding.

"Yeah, I guess so."It's not Tommy is it?" Mom asked.

"No, of course not!" I exclaimed. "Tommy's married!"

"Well, you said it's someone you're not supposed to be with," she said, spreading her arms out. "Plus, you said old flame. I mean, the two of you were engaged at one point."

"It's not Tommy, it's," I sighed. "Someone you don't know about."

Mom nodded and went on. "So does this person feel the same way?"

"I..." I swallowed hard as I told myself to end this now, but so badly needed to try to talk about it. "That's what we tried to talk about over lunch."

"I see that it didn't go well." Mom said. "So he doesn't feel..."

"Actually " I cut her off. "They do feel that way; I'm the one who..." I shrugged. "Same old me, I just can't seem to make it that easy." I looked at her. "I think I'm in love with him."

"Ahhh, so at least I know it's a him now."

"But there are so many buts" I told her, feeling myself getting worked up again. "It could cause problems, and mostly for him..."

"Does he care?" Mom asked.

"Well... no but..."

"Then why should you?" 

I stopped. That answer made it sound so simple. In most situations, it would be the right one, but Mom had no idea who I was talking about.

"Megan have you told him you love him?"

"Sort of," I said softly. "That's how the fight started. I just can't...""But you do."

"Yes." I nodded as much to myself as to her. "I do but..."

"You say that word a lot" she laughed. "Funny how years ago you were so impulsive, now you play it so safe."

"I..." 

I frowned. I did not see myself as a safe type of person. Then again, I had to admit that once more, Mom was right. Program had taught me to be careful, to think everything through, lest I put myself in a bad situation. I was safe, and my brother, who had spent his entire life planning and scheming six moves in advance, had thrown caution to the wind. 

"Megan listen," Mom cut into my thoughts. "I don't have a lot of experience myself with this subject, "Mom leaned forward and gave me a small grin.

"But," she emphasized the word causing me to roll my eyes, "I've seen a lot over the years, and unrequited love is a tough thing."

"Well, it's not really unrequited," I pointed out. "I did kind of..."

"Megan, until you have point blank looked each other in the eye and said 'I love you' with no room for interpretation, then it is unrequited, understand?"

As I nodded, I heard my brother's voice in my head from Saturday night. "Megan, I love you, I love you so much." The best I had come up with today was 'Yes' and 'I was in love.

"The thing about it, Megan," Mom continued. "Is that if you never acknowledge that love, then it becomes unfair to a lot of people.""It's unfair to the person you truly love, as they will never know it, and it's unfair to people like Laura." As she continued, Mom was looking directly into my eyes. "They become casualties, Go-betweens, while you try to give your heart to someone other than who you truly want to give it to." She pointed at me.

"And of course, hon, it's unfair to you, as well. You'll spend your entire life never feeling whole and always wondering what could have been."

"B..." I caught myself. "What if it doesn't work, then what?"

"Then you move on At that point, you'll have gone after your heart's desire, found out it wasn't meant to be, and now the next time you meet someone like Laura, you will be open for it to work."




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 36



I was silent as again I heard Mark in my head, this time explaining how he had set Samantha free in order to know once and for all if I was his true love.

"So if I were you Megan, I would tell them how you feel and let all the other stuff work itself out." Mom smiled. "You'd be surprised how easily things can fall into place when your heart's where it belongs."

"Yeah well, I think I lost the chance." I told her sadly.

"Honey, if you didn't really say it, then it's never too late to do that. Trust me no matter how upset you may have made him, hearing those words from you will make it all better."

I..." I shook my head. "It's too late for now Mom, it got pretty ugly and," I put my hands up. "I have to leave at six; I can't miss the meeting with Walsh."

Mom frowned, and I had the feeling she did not agree with what I had just said. A moment later she proved me right.

"Money isn't everything Megan," she shook her head sadly. "Look at Mark, he put his name on the map the way you're hoping to be and he's miserable." 

Reaching across the table she took my hand.

"I know it's not easy honey, love is the best feeling in the world, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't take work. If you feel you blew it, and need to go back home then go ahead." She shrugged. "You said this has been going on awhile, maybe there will be another time."

"I...I don't think so." I whispered as I felt the tears start to trickle from my eyes again. "He... pushed me for an answer Mom and I..."

I stopped as I knew if I kept going the sobs would come back. Mom had in essence said everything my brother had, why was I the only one who didn't get it? Was I that broken? Was Mark right? That I really didn't know how to be happy? Mom squeezed my hand then standing, came around the table and hugged me from behind. As she did I felt her touch the locket she had given me, reaching up I held her hand to it, pressing my own over it. 

"I love you Mom." I said softly.

"I love you too Megan." Mom said in my ear. "Listen honey, things didn't go well today, but you never know what can happen. For now though things are what they are. You're upset and exhausted." Mom turned her head and kissed me on the cheek.

"It's only three, why don't you go upstairs and lie down for a couple of hours. I'll get you up at five."

"Okay." I doubted I would sleep, but a couple of hours alone would hopefully help me get myself together. After all I had a name to make for myself. I felt the tears flow more as I heard Mark's last remark; "Go take care of yourself; it's what you do best."

Mom let go of me and I slowly stood up to head upstairs. As I passed Mom, she asked;

"What time is Mark picking you up for the airport?"

"He's not." I said quietly

"Really? He always does."

"Yeah well he's kind of busy, tying things up at work." I sighed. "I...I was hoping you guys would take me."

"Of course we will honey." Mom frowned. "You know you said yesterday you had a fight with Mark, things okay with you two?"

I nodded

"Yeah, like I said he's busy." I started to walk away and stopped again. "Oh by the way he promised he was going to call you tomorrow and see if you wanted to go to dinner."

"With no prompting from his big sister of course!" Mom laughed.

"Of course not." I said giving her a pathetic attempt at a smile and hoping Mark would follow through on his promise that he would.

"Yeah well I won't hold my breath." Mom said then reaching up and wiping the tears from my cheek said;

"Go get some rest honey."

I entered my old bedroom and noticed that Mom had picked up after me. All the clothes I had tossed around had been washed, folded and put into my suitcase, which was sitting open on the foot of the bed. I dropped my heels on the bed next to the suitcase, and then quickly peeled out of the corset and mini skirt. 

As I took the corset off, I looked in the mirror, and shook my head at the silver chain running across my tits and down and around my waist. It had been a nice surprise for a little while, anyway. I fumbled with the clasps, my trembling fingers causing me to make several attempts, and removing the chain walked over to put it into the small compartment built into the top of the suitcase. The room was not as hot as it had been, and reaching into the suitcase I pulled out a plain black t-shirt. 

I closed the suitcase, put it on the floor, and closed the blinds so I could lie down. I probably wouldn't sleep, but at least I might rest. I went to pull the covers down, and I froze. The journal was on my pillow. There was a note attached, a post-it from Mom. I switched on the lamp so I could read it.

Megan, found this on the floor and wasn't sure if you wanted it or not. If not just toss it back in the box.

Toss it was exactly what I wanted to do, but right in the trash where it couldn't be found. With my luck, Mom would take that box to a church bizarre, and some Latin student would find it and get his rocks off. 

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I put the top half on the nightstand. It hadn't all been bad; there were some sweet memories in there. I found myself thinking of my entry about that rainy Saturday morning when my brother and I had felt more between us. All those years, had they been wasted? Or would we have ended up doing more harm to each other than good back then?

Shaking my head, I picked up the second half of the journal. My intention was to put it on the nightstand as well. Instead, I held onto it and caught myself staring at the black ribbon marking my last entries. I wrote most of it while in New York and had finished it while staying at Mark's and my parents before entering rehab for the last time.

I started a new journal in rehab, and had vowed to never read about those dark days again. In fact, had I known this book was still floating around, when I got out; I would have burned it in a ceremony to rid myself of it and those painful memories. 

I started to put it down, but, as if it had a will of its own, my arm stopped. I thought back to earlier, when Mark made that 'big girl' crack. I had taken him up on it and gotten a lot more than I had bargained for. The 'be careful of what you wish for', expression at its finest. As I continued to stare at the half of a book in my hand, my heart started to pound. I had gotten in my brother's face and yelled at him about how I was no longer that weak, needy person anymore, that I could handle both my past and my present.

Still, did I need this? There was nothing but heartache in those pages, the culmination of ten years of addiction, when things had gotten so bad that it caused my brother and me to turn on each other. There was no reason to do this to myself. 

Yet my arm still moved no farther. I narrowed my eyes. There was something more there, something I had forgotten, and that had a connection to the present. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on what I did remember from those entries. I saw my brother over me, a look of tenderness on his face. As before, the image came and went before my tired mind could latch onto it Opening my eyes, I stared at the journal. Like a train wreck, I knew I shouldn't want to see it, but I had to look. 

I shook my head. What would Mark do? 

"Fuck it," I whispered.

After all, it's not like I could feel much worse than I already did.

Reaching back I propped up the pillow and, leaning against it, I pulled my knees up like I used to do when I was a kid. Resting the book on my thighs, I took a deep breath and took the plunge into my last days of addiction.

Dark Days Part one.

I awoke slowly, and as my eyes opened I found myself staring at an old wall with badly peeling wallpaper. Beneath the ugly yellow paper was an even uglier cracked and water-stained wall. Lying there, I tried to focus through the dull ache in my head and remember where I was. This was certainly a far cry from the beautiful bedroom in the East side apartment Tommy and I had been living in the last four months. I was lying on my back, and propping myself up on my elbows, looked around the room. All the walls were a mess and there was one window that was covered with threadbare curtains. I winced at both the light streaming through the curtains and how dry my throat was as I swallowed. Sitting up straight I glanced over the bed and saw that I was only lying on a mattress.

On the floor next to me was a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a half empty bottle of Budweiser. I saw my clothes in a pile near the end of the bed, and, realizing I was topless and a little chilly, I leaned over to grab the blue blouse on top of the pile.

As I did, I felt movement next to me and with a start; I noticed I was not in bed alone. I closed my eyes before I looked over, hoping to hell it wasn't a guy. I was engaged after all. Turning my head, I opened my eyes and saw I was in bed with a young, pretty blond who my hazy mind recognized as Amber. 

Well, that told me where I was, anyway. Amber was the younger sister of Jake Harris, a small-time dealer and notorious party hound. As I looked at Amber, I shook my head, I had just turned thirty-one and she had graduated high school not more than a few weeks ago. I slid the blouse on and found myself hoping that I hadn't actually fooled around with her; maybe we had just slept together, as I was sure there were several guys spread out around the apartment outside of the room we were in.

Bringing my right hand to my face, I sniffed my fingers. I sighed softly at the sweet smell of her pussy and quickly removed my hand before I got myself worked up again. 

I should be ashamed of myself; this girl was barely an adult. On that note, all thoughts of sex left my mind as it hit me that Amber wasn't the only thing I should be ashamed of. 

Reaching down to the floor, I grabbed the cigarettes and, after lighting one, felt Amber stir next to me. I looked over to see that she had rolled over onto her back. As she did, the sheet pulled away from her and I found myself staring at her perfect little perky tits, with their adorable pink nipples. I quickly shifted my eyes from her soft, young flesh to her face. 

Amber opened her eyes. I winced at how bloodshot her normally beautiful green eyes were. Her skin was pasty white and she was sweating. She turned her head slightly to me and mumbled, "I don't feel good."

I pulled the sheet up over her tits, and, after gently rubbing the back of my hand across her cheek, I whispered to her, "Go back to sleep. You'll feel better when you wake up."

She attempted smile and closed her eyes. I caressed her cheek until I could tell by her breathing that she had gone back to sleep. I finished the cigarette, then got up and slipped on the black panties and short black skirt I had worn last night, and, grabbing my heels and purse, I quietly left the room. 

My head pounded as I slowly made my way through the living room. Jake and two guys I didn't know were passed out on the couch and the floor. I went into the small bathroom, and, after going, I stood at the sink and looked at my reflection in the cracked mirror. My eyes were as red as Amber's, and I saw with dismay that my nose was running. I sniffed and felt an all too familiar burning in my nostrils. Yeah, Amber really was the least of the sins I had committed last night.

I started to open the door when my stomach convulsed, and I vomited into the sink. I retched several more times before sinking to my knees, my eyes watering and I to tried to catch my breath. Without looking, I reached up and turned the faucet on, letting the water run. After a couple of minutes, I stood up, and, using toilet paper, I washed out the sink as best as I could. 

I walked back through the living room. Jake was sitting up on the couch, smoking. He nodded at me as I walked by. Going into the kitchen, I found a glass in the sink that didn't look too dirty and forced myself to drink some cold water. Reaching into my purse, I took out the purple Daniel Steiger watch that Tommy had bought me for my birthday-and that I had been smart enough to put in my purse- and saw that it was 10am. I frowned. What day was this? Tuesday, it was Tuesday and...

"Shit," I said softly.

I was supposed to be in work at 9am. Oh, well, too late now. Even if I were to drive there right now, I was a fucking mess and could barely walk, never mind smile and put make up on women all day. Putting the watch on and making my way out into the living room, I saw Jake had pulled the coffee table over to him and was already cutting cocaine into lines on a glass plate. Looking up at me, he smiled. I saw his eyes were bright and knew that he had already snorted a couple of lines.

"Hey Megan, up for some breakfast?"

I looked longingly at the table. I wanted it so bad. It was just what I needed. Hell, if I did a couple of lines and took a shower, I would be good enough to go to work. I knelt down across the table from him. I fumbled in my purse, and to my dismay, I only had fifteen dollars in my wallet. Hell, I'd had over two hundred last night. 

"I...I'm kinda broke," I told Jake.

Jake ran his hand through his long black hair and gave me a smirk. "Well, hey, kiddo, you're already on your knees."

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I...I don't do that anymore, I have money at home Jake."

"Yeah, well, I haven't seen you around in months. How the hell do I know you'll pay me?"

I shook my head and started to get up.

"Hey, how about the watch?" Jake asked.

"I can't." I told him. "It was a...."

"I'll let you do a couple off of what's here and give you a little for later." Jake leaned over to stare at the watch. "My girl would love that."

"I..." I hesitated.

I couldn't. What the hell would Tommy think? Of course, I could always tell him I lost it. I frowned as I thought of Tommy. I hadn't even gone home last night. 

As Jake looked at me expectantly, I jumped as the front door opened and Joe, Jake's roommate, came in. 

"Hey, you get smokes?" Jake asked.

"Yup." Joe reached into a bag and tossed Jake a pack of Marlboro's then he pulled out a newspaper. "Hey, check this shit out, Megan!"

I looked at the paper and my eyes widened as right there on the front page was a picture of Mark. My brother was standing on the steps of the courthouse, facing a group of reporters who were all pointing microphones at him. Before I could make out the headline, Joe turned the paper to face Jake.

"Look at that!"He laughed. "Fucking Mad Dog hitting the big time!"

"No shit!" Jake said, nodding. "Hell, I remember when his punk ass was bouncing at Babyhead." He shook his head. "I saw that crazy bastard kick the shit out of three guys at once one night! So what's it say?"

Joe turned the paper to him and started reading.

"Despite numerous witnesses recanting their testimonies, attorney Mark Phillips not only vows to obtain a conviction, but warns reputed mobster Vincent Dimucci that he has until Friday to accept the AG's last offer or he will take it off the table for good and pursue a maximum sentence." Joe laughed. "Fucking Mark!"

Seeing the picture of my brother made me feel lower than I already did. Standing up from the table, I told Jake I had to go. 

Jake shrugged, "Don't be a stranger."As I left, he added, "And no hard feelings about you thinking my sister's hotter than me!"

Joe laughed.

I didn't know what was worse, that I had taken advantage of Jake's sister, or that he thought it was funny. 

I walked outside into the cool September morning and, getting into my car, I drove a couple of miles towards Cranston before pulling over in front of a small playground. My stomach felt nauseous and I needed some air. I also had no idea where I was going or what I was going to do. There were a couple of small benches in front of the currently deserted swings and, getting out of the car, I went and sat down on one of them.

Once I sat, I realized that I had been here several times with Dad. He would always take me to playgrounds alone. It was our special time together. I put my head in my hands and started to cry. Even though I had, up until a week or so ago, been sober for several months, my father barely spoke to me. I had done so much damage in the last few years that he still held it against me. 

I didn't blame him. That day that he stood with me in court because Mark was out of town, and he heard the judge read off the charge of prostitution had been more than he could handle.

Taking my head from my hands, I removed the cigarettes from my purse and lit one. As I took a long, deep drag, I saw the cell phone that Mark got for me, and with a feeling of dread, I took it out.

I had fifteen missed calls and several voice mails. Scrolling through the calls I saw they were mostly from Tommy, starting from yesterday when I was supposed to come home from work, and the last one was at one am. There were also three from my brother, the first at eleven, when Tommy must have called him to say he couldn't find me. I saw a number from this morning and saw it was work. With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I put the phone to my ear to listen to the voicemails. The first few were Tommy, starting with a casual 'When you coming home?' and escalating to the final one:

"Megan, honey call me back, it's..." He paused and I felt the tears start, as I could hear his voice breaking. "It's okay if you're well you know..., just please come home Megan, I'm not mad honey, just worried." He paused again. "Please Megan. You know I'll always love you."

The next message was from Mark:

"Megan, you need to call me, sis. Tommy's worried and so am I." He sighed into the phone. "Look Meg, Tommy told me you... you haven't been doing well lately. I know how you get when you fall. You think you hurt us and we'll be upset." Mark paused and I pictured how sad he was as he tried to tell me things were okay. "But, it's okay, so just call me. If you don't want to go home, you can stay with me. If you need a ride, I'll come get you, I don't care where you are or who you're with, just..." There was another pause before he added quietly, "Please call me, sis."

As I sat there, crying with the phone to my ear, I listened to the last voicemail. It was Joanne from work:

"I'm sorry, Megan. I know you have problems, but today was the third no-call-no-show in two weeks. I have to let you go."

I shook my head, fired from a job that most teenage girls could handle. I went to put the phone back in my purse, then stopped. Swallowing hard and doing the best I could to control my voice, I called Mark. I knew he was in court and it would go to voicemail. I left him a brief message, saying that I was okay and would call him later. I didn't call Tommy. I knew that no matter where he was, he would answer, and I didn't have it in me to hear the disappointment in his voice. Putting the phone away, I sat back on the bench. That old feeling of guilt was gnawing at me. 

After nearly six months of sobriety, last week I succumbed to that huge empty hole in my heart and filled it with the only thing that gave me comfort: drugs and alcohol. After ten years, I knew all too well that that comfort was only temporary, but it was better than suffering constantly. The last few months, everyone had been happy with me, Mark, Tommy, and Mom, all thrilled that I was sober and healthy. They didn't have to worry about me. 

Four months ago, Tommy took me up to his parents' beach house and proposed to me. Caught off guard, I said yes. I did love Tommy, and God only knew it was a miracle that he loved me after how poorly I had treated him and how many times I had disappointed him.As I thought of Tommy, I looked at the beautiful half karat Marquis on my finger and shook my head in disgust. I shouldn't be wearing it. I shouldn't be living with Tommy in his beautiful apartment and letting him take care of me. In my defense, two weeks ago, after I had gone back to cocaine, I tried to give Tommy the ring back. 




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 36



"You deserve better," I told him.

"Don't be ridiculous," Tommy replied, "I love you. I'll never give up on you."

The shame of it was that I had not just wanted Tommy to take the ring back over the drugs. Since I had become engaged, Mark would not have sex with me. I'd spent a week with him not too long before Tommy proposed, but had not been with him since.

I longed for my brother's embrace!

This, by far, was the longest we had ever gone, and I needed him badly. I had done my best to behave and not seduce him out of respect for Tommy, but lately, Mark had been all I could think about. Until I picked up my habit again that is. As I thought about Mark, I felt another wave of remorse pass through me. My brother was on the brink of making or breaking his career. The last thing he needed was to worry about his disgrace of a sister. 

Two months ago, taking advantage of a loophole in Rhode Island law that allowed a case to be prosecuted by an attorney from the private sector, Mark conned the AG's office into giving him a case involving a reputed mob hit man. Vincent Dimuccio had been tried twice, and both times, the case was thrown out of court, due to witnesses changing their stories. This was round three, and the AG's office was ready to drop it. But it was an election year, and they needed to try to save face. 

Mark strolled in and told them to let him have it. What did they have to lose? After a lot of negotiation, Mark took lead on the case, and he somehow pulled new witnesses out of thin air. The trial had been getting a lot of attention and my brother a lot of press. But lately, things had been going sour. Once again, people were shying away from their testimonies. Mark had received several death threats. The last time I saw Mark was last week, and he looked completely exhausted. Jim Howard had promised Mark junior partner at the age of thirty if he could pull this off. But if he lost, he would gain the reputation of being a loose cannon who couldn't back up his claim of being the best attorney in the state.

I felt my eyes filling yet again as I remembered the last time I saw Mark. He was not only tired, but completely frustrated, as well. Up until a few weeks into the case, he'd had a live-in "pet," as he referred to them. This one, a twenty-year-old journalism major named Kelly, had been with him for three months. My brother claimed she was the best he'd ever had. Unfortunately, Mark was forced to move her out due to the scrutiny of the press and the threats he was receiving. He complained that he hadn't gotten laid in three weeks, and that he'd barely slept in the same time frame. 

And I was sitting there feeling guilty as hell, because two nights before I had come to see him, I had stayed at Jake's house after doing an entire eight ball. Tommy promised not to say anything to Mark. I felt terrible as my brother commented on how proud he was of me. Once Mark grumbled about needing sex, however, I forgot all about my relapse. I slid over to him on the couch and kissed him long and hard. Mark initially gave in, kissing me back just as hard and shoving his tongue into my eager mouth. I had his jeans unzipped and his hands were on their way under my shirt when he quickly pulled away and told me that we couldn't. 

I started crying. "I need you. I miss you. Not just the sex, but you holding me, and being in your bed."

Mark looked as upset as I was, but he held fast. "It's not right. You and Tommy are getting married, and our rule is if one of us is involved, then there wouldn't be anything between us."

He did let me lie back against his chest, his arms around my waist, in the corner of the couch, and we fell asleep for a few hours. I woke up first. I felt myself yearning to feel my brother's embrace every night, to be with him and not Tommy. I knew it could never be, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. That is, until I went out the next night and got falling down drunk. Upon coming home, I tried yet again to give Tommy his ring back. 

I sighed as lighting another cigarette, I sat back on the bench and stared off into space, trying to let my mind drift and calm down. I closed my eyes, and suddenly opened them again as something dawned on me. 

As Mark had put it in his message, I had fallen again. 

The difference this time, however, was that with crystal clarity, I realized that I did not want to get back up.

As a matter of fact, it occurred to me that I had never wanted to get back up, at least not for me. I always tried to stay clean for the people who cared for me. When I was sober, they were happy. Yet while they were happy, I was miserable. If left to my own devices, I would simply keep using, keep numbing the pain. On the heels of that thought came another -- each time I did straighten out, it caused more pain when I failed. In fact, by continuing to try, I was really hurting everyone around me more. Getting their hopes up, making them think that maybe this time, Megan would really be okay. 

I began to nod my head, agreeing with this new found clarity that I had stumbled upon I was completely miserable right now. I was living a lie with a man who loved me who I was not in love with. The man that I kept refusing to fully acknowledge that I was in love with was the one man I could never be with. My father had all but disowned me. I had broken my mother's heart more times than I could count, and it was only a matter of time before she found out that her loser of a daughter was fucked up again. 

In the past, their hurt had forced me to try to do better, but now I knew I had been wrong. The right thing to do would be to stop trying and get it over with. Sure, I would cause one more round of pain, but it would be the last one. 

One deep cut, rather than a thousand small ones. 

Matter of fact, I could make it so there was no pain at all. Mark, Tommy, and Mom all claimed they would never give up on me. But what if I could make them? 

I felt a pang of sadness as I knew there was nothing I could possibly do to Mom that could make her hate me. I also would not have the heart to even try to hurt the woman who had saved my life. Well, maybe not saved it, but prolonged it and gave me as many good years as she could before my inherent weakness and darkness caught up with me. No, sad to say, Mom would have to deal with one more blow to her heart, courtesy of her unworthy daughter.

Moving on, Tommy had claimed he would never quit on me, but I had no doubt I could come up with something. No sooner had that thought passed through my mind, then it struck me that it wouldn't be that hard at all. The way to do it had been put right in front of me. 

I lit yet another cigarette and began rocking back and forth as a sick form of excitement at my potential freedom built up within me. 

That would just leave Mark. My excitement started to fade. How could I possibly turn my brother against me? Over the last ten years, I had put Mark through hell and almost gotten him killed defending me at the Wolves' Den. Leaning back, I closed my eyes and again let my fevered mind drift, hoping to again catch a glimpse of what I should do.

I was not disappointed. Mark and I were both broken and, for the most part, in the same way. The one glaring difference, was that I was weak and self-destructive, letting my sorrow lead me to a life of addiction and humiliation. Mark, on the other hand, was purely destructive. My brother harbored a level of rage that was as unnatural as it was unhealthy. Even with the voice out of the picture, my brother was capable of extremely erratic behavior. 

Yes, the time was now. Mark was battling insomnia, fighting for his career in a case he was expected to lose, and worried about his sister, who he now knew had failed again. I could do it. I could push him so far that he would snap tell me he was sick of me, that I was a disgrace. I would continue to egg him on. Hell, I could even get him to fuck me nice and hard first! 

After all, I thought, as a slow smile spread across my face, it's not like after tonight I would be engaged anymore. I laughed out loud at that last thought. I would take my beautiful little brother for one last wild ride, before he finally cut me loose like the anchor I was.

For once in my selfish life I was going to do everyone else a favor, and make so they would never have to worry about me again.

Flicking the cigarette away from me, I grabbed the phone from my purse and dialed Jake's number. 

"Hey Jake, its Megan. Still want that watch?" 

I felt better than I had in weeks. 

***** I stood in the shower, letting the hot water beat down on my back and enjoying the warm, steamy air. The shower was huge and, looking down, I saw that black marble bathtub was two-thirds full. Shutting the shower off, I turned the faucets on full blast to add some cold water before sitting down and stretching my legs. I lay back in the warm soapy water, put my feet up on the edge of the tub, and slid down as far as I could. I sighed contentedly, I would miss this tub. 

I closed my eyes and smiled. I was within hours of breaking Tommy's heart once and for all, and I felt amazingly relaxed. It was the best thing for him. Tommy would be free to find a nice girl who would appreciate him and treat him the way he deserved. 

Then again, my state of relaxation might have a little to do with the pint of Captain Morgan I had been steadily sipping for the last hour. I reached over the edge of the tub, picked up the bottle, and drank the last few swallows. I sighed again as the liquor blazed a warm, happy trail through my body. 

Considering how upset I was when it started, today had been a pretty good day. I traded the watch for a gram bag at Jake's, and, after doing a couple of lines, I decided that I was feeling so good that I wanted to feel real good! 

I went back to the bedroom where Amber was still sleeping, and, after stripping off my clothes, I woke her up with my tongue on her right nipple and my fingers sliding into her deliciously tight, young pussy. Amber moaned as my thumb found her clit, then, a moment later, I swung my leg over her head, putting us into a perfect sixty-nine, and we were both moaning. Amber had very little experience, and I made her cum twice before she managed to send me over the edge with her unskilled, but oh, so eager tongue.

Afterwards, I removed the small mirror from my purse and shared the rest of the coke with her. I was going to get dressed when Amber giggled. "I want to play some more," she said. 

Well, I couldn't resist her pretty little pout, so we spent another hour, licking, fingering, sucking and teasing each other's pussies. Amber released the cutest little squeal when she came. I also loved the shocked look on her face when the last time I came, I threw my head back and practically howled, as between her fingers and the coke, I went off like a rocket. 

After dressing and leaving Jake's, I saw that Mark had called, so I called him back. I could hear the relief in his voice change to concern as I giggled into the phone at practically everything he said. At the end of the call I agreed to meet him for coffee at the shop across from his firm, then went back home.

Tommy was there as I knew he would be, he had called out of work, not wanting to miss me when I came home. The first thing he did was try to tell me things would be okay.

I laughed, "Of course they will!" Much sooner than he thought.

He shook his head and pretty much left me alone as I flitted about the house, wired for sound. After I came down some, he tried to talk to me again. "Maybe you should go talk to your sponsor."

"Tommy, I'm fine. It was just a slip up." Then, remembering my plan, I asked, "Where's Brendan?" Brendan was a friend of Tommy's who was recently separated from his wife and was staying with us for awhile. 

"He's at work. He gets home around eight." He went on to say something about not being disappointed in me, but I was no longer paying attention. 

All I needed to know was that Brendan would be around later. 

After all, he was the way I was going to get Tommy get rid of me.

I took a nap, and was admittedly a little disappointed that Tommy didn't want to come fool around with me. Then again, he didn't know that he only had maybe one more go around with my pretty little pussy before I left. 

I got up, showered, and went to see Mark. On the way, I stopped at a pub and did a couple of quick shots. Then I met Mark at the coffee shop. 

I felt the first sting of guilt that I had all day when I saw the look on my brother's face after he hugged me. I kissed him so that he would be sure to smell the booze on my breath. We sat at a corner table and drank coffee. I noticed how worn down Mark looked. His eyes were bloodshot, and there were dark circles beneath them. While Mark awkwardly tried to keep the conversation away from my latest fall from grace, I noticed that his hand was shaking, and he was chain smoking. Back in the day, all my brother would have needed was a night in his big sister's bed to make everything okay. 

Part of me wanted to offer, but in addition to knowing Mark would say no, I didn't want him to remember me for anything good right now. 

Finally,he sighed and asked, "So what happened?"

Smiling, I answered, "I'm happier this way."

"You want me to take you to a meeting?" he asked.

"You didn't hear me did you?" I asked.

"Mom was asking about you today."

My twinge of regret quickly turned into a flash of anger. Mark had tossed that out there on purpose. "Stop trying to make me feel bad."

"Keep your damn voice down." He whispered looking around the shop.

But I just got louder. "Are you ashamed of me?"

Mark shook his head, and rather than argue, simply put his head down. 

I almost forgot myself for a moment and caught my hand reaching for his across the table. I stopped and, after a few minutes of awkward silence, changed the subject. "I saw this morning's paper. How's the case going?"

With a groan, he confessed, "Well, I'm talking tough, but the damn thing's falling apart. Dimuccio's ex is my ace-in-the-hole, but now she's hedging. I can force her to testify, but it's not looking good. Everyone's afraid of Dimuccio and his connections."

I joked, "My little brother's not afraid of anyone."

He quickly replied, "I've received over a dozen death threats. I'm carrying a .25 caliber Beretta in an ankle holster right now."

I wasn't laughing then. I felt my resolve waver as I realized how deep the shit my brother had gotten himself into really was. That feeling didn't last long, though.

"Don't worry about me," he said. "All that matters is you right now."

In a nutshell, this was exactly what I was trying to free my brother of, the constant burden of his sister. 

Mark's phone rang for the tenth time since we had been sitting. He rolled his eyes and answered it. Within a minute, he was all but yelling at whoever was on the other end. "If you don't come through, I will bring you down with me!"His eyes were bulging dangerously, and when he hung up, he put his head in his hands and rubbed at his red rimmed eyes. 

I nodded to myself. My brother would be ripe for the taking tomorrow. 

"Well," I said, "I have to get going. I don't want to get Tommy worried again. I'll call you tomorrow night."

Mark nodded. "There's no court tomorrow. I asked for a continuance so I could hunt down another potential witness that's been calling me."

Hearing that Mark would be at his office tomorrow gave me an idea. This would end up being easier than I thought. I gave Mark a kiss on the cheek, and somehow held onto my aura of not caring, even as my brother hugged me to him and whispered in my ear, "Please take care of yourself. I need you."

But Mark only thought he needed me. He would soon see how much better off he was without me.

I sat up with a start as I heard a bang. I had dozed off and had dropped the empty liquor bottle onto the floor. Getting up out of the tub, I dried off and slipped on a black thong and the short red robe wandered out into the living room where Tommy and Brendan were watching the Sox game. 

I smiled as I walked slowly past Brendan His eyes locked onto my long, shapely legs. I stopped in front of him and, turning to face Tommy, I asked him if he wanted anything. Brendan was sitting on the couch opposite Tommy. Since I was standing between them, I had no doubt that Brendan was looking directly at me. 

The reason I knew that was because since he had come to stay with us, all Brendan did was stare at me. He never flirted, or said or did anything inappropriate. But they were more than casual glances. Last week, I was lying on the couch in shorts and a tight tank top, and Brendan had been sitting across from me. I dozed off, and when I woke, I caught him staring. The look in his eyes was pure lust. I remembered thinking that if I gave him a chance, he would probably take it. 

Tommy said he was all set but noticed that he also looked my legs up and down, but then gave me an odd look. I sat down next to him, crossed my legs, and gave Brendan a great view of my creamy upper thigh. 

For the next hour, I sat there, feigning interest in the game. All the while, I shifted my position on the couch and fidgeted to keep catching Brendan's attention. At one point, the phone rang, and when Tommy got up to answer it, I sat back on the couch, put my feet up on the cushion, and I casually let my legs open. 

Brendan's eyes bulged. He stared at the thin strip of my black thong. I cleared my throat, and when his eyes immediately looked up, I winked at him. He blushed furiously, and, as soon as Tommy returned, he disappeared to the bathroom. When he sat next to me Tommy remarked that I should really be wearing more. I laughed and kissing him told him jealousy was an ugly emotion. 

Brendan came back, and I began making a show of hanging all over Tommy, even sliding up and sitting in his lap, my long legs dangling over his. My robe hiked up near my hips. Tommy was getting aggravated. Finally announced he was going to bed. I told him I wanted to stay up to finish the game, but leaning over Tommy told me to just come to bed. I playfully flicked my tongue across his ear and whispering 'yes sir!' hopped up and followed him into the bedroom. I let Tommy get a few feet in front of me, then, glancing over my shoulder and seeing Brendan looking, I flipped my robe up, giving him a glimpse of my ass. 

Tommy entered the bedroom and I told him I would be right in. I went into the bathroom and reached up on top of the medicine cabinet and grabbed the small packet of coke I had put up there a couple of days ago, Taking a razor blade from under the sink, I cut the coke on the edge of the sink and did three lines in rapid succession. I shook my head at the rush, then smiled at my reflection in the mirror before going to say goodbye to Tommy. 

When I entered the room, Tommy was lying on his back under the covers, his eyes closed. Stripping off the robe and thong, I lifted the covers to crawl in. He was wearing a pair of pajama bottoms, a clear signal that he did not want to play. But I knew I could change his mind. Sliding in next to him, I leaned over and began tonguing his nipple. 

He groaned, "Not tonight. Go to sleep." 

Ignoring him, I swirled my tongue around faster and, sliding my hand down his stomach, I grabbed his semi-hard cock through his pants. I started sliding my tongue down his chest, heading for his stomach.

Tommy grabbed my wrist and, pulling my hand from his cock, he growled, "Enough. I don't want to play."

Looking up at him, I let in some of my emotions from earlier. I put out my lip and felt my eyes well up with the crocodile tears that had served me so well over the years. I choked out, " I knew it. You're ashamed of me. You don't want to be with me." With that, I rolled over onto my side and waited, stifling a giggle.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 36



As I knew he would, Tommy put his arm around my waist and whispered in my ear, "I would never be ashamed of you. I love you." 

I shrugged against him, then let out a soft sigh as he moved my hair to the side and began kissing my neck. His lips roamed from my neck to my shoulder, then, grabbing my arm, he gently rolled me over onto my back. He kissed me slowly and sweetly, his soft lips teasing across mine, and I felt my heart beating fast, and my pussy beginning to respond. I let out a contented sigh as his lips left mine and trailed down to find my left nipple. I began to run my hands across his back as he sucked on my nipple and fondled the other. 

I gave him a push on his shoulders, and, taking the hint; Tommy slid down between my legs, spread my pussy, and started slowly swirling his tongue around my swollen clit. I moaned softly as he slipped two fingers inside of me while sucking my clit into his mouth. I rocked my hips gently into his face, and brought my hands up to tease my hard, pink nipples. As it always did, the cocaine heightened every sensation, and within minutes, I arched my back, wrapped my thighs around his head, and let out a loud squeal as I came for my fiancée for the final time. 

Tommy stood up, slipped his pants off, and climbed back onto the bed. He slid up between my legs and slowly eased himself into my warm, wet flesh. I moaned as he began slowly thrusting his hips into me while bending his head to tease my nipple with his tongue. Tommy then slid his arms under mine, drawing us close together as he continued to move in a slow steady rhythm. His lips found mine, and he moaned in his throat as we kissed. 

As he had countless times in the past, Tommy was trying to make love to me. 

I let him go for longer than I usually did, figuring it was the least I could do. After a few minutes, however, I pushed against his shoulders and whispered to him. "My turn." 

He hesitated. I knew he was happy with what we were doing, but, as always, he let me take over. 

Tommy let me roll him over onto his back, and I immediately slid down between his legs and took him into my mouth. I groaned at how good my pussy tasted off of his hard flesh. I took his cock all the way down in my throat and held it there, taking a minute to savor my last taste of us. I started bobbing my head in a slow, steady rhythm, enjoying the little moans He made as I worked the length of his cock with my soft, full lips. I removed his cock from my mouth, and, sliding up, I straddled his hips. We both sighed as I guided his cock to my pussy and eased him into me. I groaned as I sat up straight on him, impaling myself on his cock. I started rocking my hips, slowly at first, but after a couple of minutes, I leaned forward, braced my hands on his chest, and started bouncing up and down on him. His breathing started coming in gasps as I rode him faster and harder, driving myself on and off of his hard cock. 

I leaned over further, letting my small, well-shaped tits dangle in his face, teasing my nipples across his lips as I continued to buck up and down on him. Tommy groaned, and, grabbing my hips, he began driving his cock hard into me. Within seconds, I felt his cock explode inside of me, and I resumed sliding slowly back and forth, enjoying the feel of his cock painting the inside of my pussy with his hot cum. Leaning over, I gave him a sweet kiss and lay down on top of him for a while. I closed my eyes and felt my eyes well up for real this time as I let him hold me one last time. 

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too." I rolled over onto my side. Tommy put his arm around my waist for a few minutes, but, as was his habit, he eventually rolled over onto his back. 

I waited until I could tell by his breathing that he was asleep, then carefully slid out of the bed. I slipped the robe back on, and, leaning over the nightstand, I set the alarm for ten minutes from now. Looking down at Tommy, I bent down and risked giving him a soft kiss on his cheek. 

"I'm sorry, honey," I whispered. 

I quickly left the room and walked out into the parlor. Brendan had shut the light off, but was still watching TV. 

He looked up as I came in. "Can't sleep?" he asked.

Without a word, I walked over in front of the couch and untied the robe, letting it drop to the floor. 

Brendan gasped but made no effort to look away from my naked body. 

I smiled at him. "Do you like what you see?"

He finally looked away. "I can't," he said, "Tommy's my friend."

"What Tommy doesn't know won't hurt him." Reaching down, I grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and tugged on it. 

Brendan hesitated for just a moment, then raised his hands over his head. After tossing his shirt to the side, I grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into my right tit. He eagerly sucked almost my entire tit into his mouth as his arms encircled my waist and gave my ass a hard squeeze. 

Shoving him back against the couch, I dropped to my knees, and, after pulling his pants off, I grabbed his cock and in one smooth motion, took it all the way down my throat. Brendan moaned loudly as I started sucking him fast and hard. 

As I was blowing him, sucking on my second cock of the night, I found myself recalling my days at the strip clubs. Blowing guys for drugs and doing it as if it meant nothing. There was nothing in me that wanted him. He was just a means to an end.

He was moaning like an idiot and I could already feel his thighs trembling. I slid his cock from between my lips and, glancing over at the clock, saw I still had five minutes. At this rate, Brendan would cum too soon. 

Standing up, I placed my hands on his shoulders and, after putting my feet on the couch one at a time, stood up on it. I placed my right foot on his shoulder and leaned forward, shoving my pussy into his face. Brendan immediately began licking my pussy, his tongue moving with almost a hint of desperation, he wanted it so bad. I let out a moan as I thought of what a nasty girl I was, having my clit sucked by two guys in less than a half hour. 

I also had the passing thought, as he reached around and grabbed my ass, that this was supposedly Tommy's best friend. 

Then again, I was supposedly his fiancée. 

I looked over and saw that it was almost time. I crawled off Brendan, got on my knees, and, lowering my head to rest on my folded arms, I lifted my ass in the air. He got on his knees behind me, grabbed my hips, stopped. And whispered, "I...I don't have anything."

"I'm on the pill, now just hurry up and fuck me!" I snapped. 

Brendan didn't have to be told twice. I put my head down and let out a muffled squeal as he drove his cock hard into me. He started fucking me fast and hard, but within a minute, he started to slow way down, trying not to cum quickly. I rolled my eyes, hoping to hell this loser could last longer than a teenager. 

I put my head down to muffle my moans as he continued to fuck me. I heard Brendan begin to breathe harder, and his moans were sounding desperate. 

I had just begun to wonder if I was going to have to let him cum and start sucking him again when Brendan gasped again. 

This time, however, I heard him exclaim, "Oh shit!"

I looked up to see Tommy standing in the doorway, staring, dumbfounded at us. I felt Brendan slide his cock from inside of me.

"T..Tommy, I..." he blurted out. "She came onto to me, I..."

"Megan," Tommy whispered, staring into my eyes. "H...how could you?"

Even as he spoke, I could see the tears beginning to flow from his eyes. Without missing a beat, I smiled broadly at him and said, "Oh come on Tommy! Don't be mad!" I waggled my tongue at him provocatively. "My mouth's all yours, baby!"

Tommy started to say something, and then, backing away, he quickly turned and all but ran from the room. I heard the door slam shut and found myself unable to believe how easy that was. I heard Brendan say something behind me.

I looked back over my shoulder at him. "Well, you going to finish or what?"

*****

"That'll be your fourth Captain and Coke in an hour," the bartender said as he frowned at me. "Not to mention two shots of tequila."

But I didn't give a shit about any bar policies they might have at Finnegan's Wake. I was on a mission. "I appreciate the concern," I said, "but I'm not driving. A friend of mine's coming and I'm just getting a head start." Then I flashed him my best smile.

He nodded and went to get it. What the fuck should he care, anyway? I gave him a five dollar tip after each round. I couldn't see his problem with me sticking around.

I glanced at my wrist to check the time. Then I rolled my eyes. I didn't have a watch anymore. Jake's girlfriend had my watch. I hoped she was enjoying it. I pulled out my cell for the time.

Then my eyes drifted from my bare wrist down to my equally bare left hand. The bartender brought me the drink and after paying him, I took a sip and sighed as I thought of the events of the morning. 

After Brendan finished fucking me, he packed his shit while I sat on the couch and smoked a cigarette. He came out with two duffel bags and said, "Figure I better leave."

"Okay." I blew smoke up into the air.

He hesitated. "I'm going to stay at a motel for a couple of nights until I figure something out?" he paused and with what I'm sure he thought was a sexy smile asked, "You wanna come along?" 

I continued smoking. "Not for nothing, Brendan, but I could have had more fun by myself. No wonder your wife kicked you out."

"Fucking cunt," he grunted, and he left.

I did feel kind of bad. After all, my little game cost him his best friend, and who knew where he was going to stay? Then again, I sure as hell didn't twist his arm. He did very little to resist. Besides, last thing I needed was someone with a crush on me, I was trying to get rid of people in my life, not add them. I sat on the couch and, looking over at a picture of Tommy and me, I allowed myself to shed some tears for a man who had never done anything but care about me. Eventually, I fell asleep. I woke to Tommy's saying my name. I opened my eyes and regarded him silently, waiting to see what he would say. Tommy sat down next to me, and I felt a twinge of anxiety at the look of sadness on his face. 

I hoped to hell he wasn't going to try to forgive me. Then what the hell would I do? Turned out I had nothing to worry about. He looked me straight in the eye and said, "It's time for you to leave. I can deal with supporting you with your problems and the baggage from your past, but I won't be humiliated like that."

I put my head down and nodded sadly.

"I can't tell you did that to me, how you could be that cruel, and being strung out is no excuse!" He stood up. "I'm going to work; I'd like you gone before I come back."

Before he walked away, I slid the diamond off of my finger and tried to give it to him. 

Tommy looked at it and grunted, "You keep it. Go pawn it like you did the watch." Turning his back on me, he walked away, muttering, "Goodbye Megan. I hope you learn how to be happy someday."

I went and sat on the deck until Tommy left for work. Then, after taking a shower, I dressed in a very short red skirt, with a low-cut black shirt, and a pair of red stiletto heels. I packed up my clothes, my makeup and jewelry. 

As I left, I glanced into the extra room that I had set up with an easel and did my painting in. I thought about packing up the paints, but why bother? I couldn't paint when I was fucked up, and I planned on being that way from now until my body couldn't handle it anymore. 

On that note, partying cost money. It was time to see what I could scrape up. 

It was payday at Sears, so I went down and grabbed my last paycheck. I shook my head in disgust as I looked at it, less than four hundred after taxes. I was thirty-one years old and making twelve dollars an hour. Hell, back in New York a couple of years ago, I was getting a hundred dollars an hour as a dominatrix at a high-end strip club. Never mind how much they paid me for private sessions. There were weeks when I made over two thousand dollars.

Yet somehow, I still managed to blow it all on, well, on blow. 

That reminded me. The time was after twelve. I had a small address book in my purse, I kept telling myself to throw it out, but never did, and I looked up Julie, a girl I had lived with for a few months the last time I was in New York. Julie and I had partied together, as well as shared a bed, during that time, and she was thrilled to hear from me. I told her that I was getting tired of walking the straight and narrow and wanted to come back up for some real fun. Julie said she had an extra room then giggled as I asked her why I would need my own room. I wrote down her address and told her I would be up within a couple of days. 

After cashing my check, I cleared out my meager savings, account; a whopping seven hundred dollars then headed over to the pawn shop on Broad Street where I got four hundred dollars for pawning my engagement ring, and a diamond pendant Tommy had bought me for my thirtieth birthday. I had several other pieces of decent jewelry but figured I would save them for when I would need money up in New York. I started to feel bad about selling the ring, but shrugged it off. Tommy said to do it. Why make a liar out of him? I smiled at that thought. I was already enjoying my new found freedom. Well, I wasn't free yet; there was still Mark to deal with.

Mark's being at the office today was going to make things even easier for me to get him to rid himself of me. I was already dressed slutty, all that remained was to chill out at a bar for awhile and get myself good and buzzed. I finished the drink and called over to the bartender to bring me one more shot. I salted my hand, licked it, and threw back the shot. I put a ten on the counter, and slowly made my way out of the bar. 

I got into the car and drove carefully through downtown until I reached the building where Mark's firm was. Parking down the street, I walked the last block, enjoying the looks of all the guys I passed. I entered Mark's building and took the elevator up to his floor. Getting off, I made my way down to the suite of offices where my brother worked.

I walked past the receptionist, who started to say something, but stopped when I saw my brother standing in the conference room doorway and I loudly called his name. Mark was standing with Jim Howard, the head of his firm, and two other men in suits. 

My timing couldn't be better!

Mark didn't hear me and as I drew closer.

I could hear one of the men, a guy with grey hair wearing a black suit, yelling, "I knew this would happen! I should have never listened to you! You're out of your league!"

My brother put his hands out and told him, "All I need is a few more days and I'll nail this."

The man shook his head. "I've looked bad long enough!"

I saw Mark start to talk, but Jim got in front of him and started talking softly to the guy, his hands up in a placating gesture. As he spoke Mark, stepped back and started to speak with the other man who had been standing there. 

Taking a deep breath, I started walking towards them and called out, "Hey, Mark!"

They all turned to look at me. I gave a big smile and wave, even though I was only a few feet away from them. One of the men's eyes dropped down to my long legs, but Jim and the guy who had been yelling at Mark simply stared at me. I let my eyes focus on Mark and saw his eyes widen as I approached. I knew that he could tell I was drunk and an 'oh shit' look appeared on his face. I walked past the guy who had been yelling and, reaching Mark, I threw my arms around his shoulders and gave him a huge wet kiss on his cheek.

"Surprise!" I exclaimed.

"Megan," Mark whispered. "What the hell are you..."

"I came to see you!" I said, still standing with my arm around his neck.

"Sis, please," he said softly. "You can't..."

The guy in the black suit asked, "And who exactly do we have here, Mark? One of your little playmates?"

"No, Barry," Mark said quietly. "This is my sister Megan."

"Your sister?" Barry asked, looking me up and down.

"Yup!" I said, giving him a huge smile. "See the resemblance?" I pressed my cheek to Mark's face.

Mark quickly pulled away from me. I turned to look at him and he said quietly in Latin, "Get out Megan! Please!"

The other man laughed and said, "I do actually, but I have to say you're much prettier."

"I don't know about that!" I laughed loudly, too loudly, and I quickly reaching out and pinched Mark's cheek. "My little brother is beautiful!"

Barry shook his head, and I saw Jim behind him pointing at Mark, then at me.

"Well, Megan," Barry said my name with disdain. "Your brother is a little busy at the moment. We are discussing..."

"You weren't discussing," I said, shaking my head. "You were yelling." I now nodded sadly. "Yelling at my brother." I made a clucking sound with my tongue. "Not very nice, Barry."

"I..." Barry looked at my brother. "Mr. Phillips, do you think you could have this little family reunion on your time?"

As Barry spoke, I stared hard at him. I had seen him somewhere before. Mark was uncharacteristically stammering, but I didn't hear. I was trying to think. Then it dawned on me where I had seen good ole Barry. 

Oh, this was just getting better by the minute!

"Hey! I know you!" I said, tapping Barry on the chest. "I've seen you before."

"I'm the attorney general dear," Barry said condescendingly. "I'm sure you've seen me on the news."

"I know who you are," I said, smirking. "I voted for the other guy," I laughed. "So did Mark."

"Megan!" Mark snapped.

"Well..." Barry began, but I cut him off.

"Nope, I know where I've seen you." I winked at him. "Down at Mario's, you used to come in through the back, and stay in the VIP room!"

"I...I don't go to those places, young lady, I think you..."

"Oh, no, I don't forget a face." I smiled. "See, I worked there for a couple of months and saw you a few times." Stepping away from my brother, I did a playful spin. "You don't recognize me?"

"I'm telling you..."

"Well, I guess you wouldn't. I mean, I'm wearing clothes now, and I'm sure you weren't looking at my face."

"Mark, do something," Jim snapped.

"Megan, I need to talk to you," Mark said, grabbing my arm.

"You're wrong," Barry said. "I never saw you at any...."

"Sure you did, but only on stage," I laughed again as Mark began to guide me into the conference room. "If I remember right, you had a thing for blonds! Used to take them in the back..."

I stopped as my brother all but threw me into the conference room and slammed the door, and pulling the blinds down on the window turned to face me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he exclaimed.

"Aww, don't be mad!" I stepped up and put my arms around his neck. "I came to visit you, little brother!" I leaned into him. "Give your sexy big sister a kiss."

"You're drunk!" Mark snapped, pushing me away from him.

"Well, duh," I said, giggling. "And I really did see that guy at Mario's." I pursed my lips in thought. "Come to think of it, I may have even given him a lap dance." I shrugged. "Who knows? I used to be all messed up there."

"Megan..." 

"Mark!" I smiled at him.

Mark looked as if he were about to snap. I waited. Instead, he put his head down for a moment, then, looking back at me, said quietly "Megan, you need to leave. Please, sis, this could cost me my job!"

"You don't want to see me?" I asked.

"Not now. I'll see you later." He put his hand on my shoulder. "Just go home."

"I don't have a home," I said, shrugging.

"What do you mean?" 

"Tommy threw me out, see!" I showed Mark my bare left hand.

"Oh, Megan," Mark said softly. "What did..."

"I mean, jeez, fuck a guy's best friend on his couch and he gets all upset!" I let out that giggle that I knew Mark hated. The one I only made when I was drunk. "So I got nowhere to go Mark!" I reached out to touch his face. "So I came to see you!"




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 36



"You can't be here Megan," he said. "Especially like this."

"Like what?" I asked. "Fucked up? You don't want your friends to know your sister's a loser, that it, little brother?" 

"Megan, get out!" Mark snapped. "I don't have time for your shit right now!"

"Oh, that's nice!" I snapped back at him. "Yesterday you said nothing else was more important, but now...."

"Here!" Mark reached into his pocket and handed me a set of keys. "Get out of here and go to my place. Go sleep it off, and I'll be there later."

Before I could speak, there was a knock on the door.

"Mark?" It was Jim. "Get your ass out here. He's going to leave!"

Grabbing me by the arm Mark pulled me back to the door. "Now keep your mouth shut and go wait for me!"

"Yes sir!" I said.

Mark was just starting to open the door when I quickly turned into him and, catching him off guard, I kissed him hard on the lips. The door was part way open and Mark spun me to the side and away from him so hard I almost fell. Grabbing me by the arm again, he practically dragged me through the door and back out into the foyer. As soon as we were out, Mark called out, "Joe!"

I looked up to see the security guard get up from the desk and come over.

"Take my sister downstairs and walk her to her car, please."

"Of course," Joe said and gave me a smile. "Right this way, miss."

"Oh, fine," I said to Mark. "I see how you are. Put a suit on you and you forget where you came from." I made a disgusted noise. "Sorry I have problems! Can't all be perfect like they think you are!" 

"Ma'am please," Joe said quietly next to me. 

"Okay," I nodded and started to walk with him.

As we passed Barry, who was looking in the other direction, I pulled away from Joe and standing directly in front of him, I looked into his eyes and whispered in my best smoky voice, "Hey baby, you just sit back and let Raven give you a little show." Barry's eyes widened and I smiled wickedly at him. "Oh, you do recognize me, don't you baby?"

I quickly turned away from him and, after winking at Mark, who looked as if he wanted to crawl into a hole, I took Joe's arm.

"Lead the way!" I said happily, then squeezing his arm added loudly. "Hey you're in real good shape! What are you doing later?"

Joe rolled his eyes, but laughed and gave me a smile as we walked away. Behind us I heard the other guy say, "Mark, is that lipstick on your mouth?"

I smiled as Joe led me down the corridor. 

Oh, was I going to get it when my brother got home.

*****

I was standing in the middle of my forest, and for the first time in years, I felt at peace. I smiled as I looked around to see several small animals scurrying through the thick bushes, and running across the branches of the tall trees. I took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh clean air and, bending over, removed my shoes. I began to walk along, reveling in the feeling of the thick, soft grass beneath my bare feet. 

It had been a long time since I had been here, but nothing had changed, it was as beautiful and peaceful as ever. I came upon the small pond that I would always sit by and saw that my easel was still set up there, as if I had never left. I sat on the edge of the pond, dipped my toes into the cool water and, looking around, felt tears of happiness fill my eyes. It was absolutely perfect here, no pain or sorrow, no struggles or humiliation. Just peace.

That peace was shattered by the loud beeping of Mark's alarm clock. Swinging my arm out to the side, I hit the button to shut it off, and, rolling over onto my back, stared at my reflection in the mirrored ceiling. Knowing that this was the last time I would be lying in Mark's amazing bed, I had stripped naked, and I loved the look of my ivory skin on his black sheets. As I stretched, I thought back to my dream of my forest. It had been years since I had been able to will myself to go there, but I had no doubt that it would be waiting for me when I left this place of pain. 

My attention turned back to my reflection, and I arched my back further, pushing out my perky tits and stretching my long legs. I'd had quite a bit to drink, and, after driving the few blocks to Mark's apartment and letting myself in, and had gone straight to bed. It had been two-thirty, and gambling that Mark, if for no other reason than to avoid me, would not be home for a few hours, I set the alarm for five and went out like a light. At first, I was surprised that I didn't wake up with a hangover, and then thought that this was yet another sign that I was doing the right thing. Even knowing what was coming with my brother, I felt rested and relaxed. 

I watched in the mirror as I slowly slid my long red-tipped nails along the soft skin of my stomach, then reaching my tits, I cupped them, and moaned softly as I began playing with my nipples. I let my right hand trail down between my open legs, and moaned again as I slipped my finger into my always eager pussy. I slipped my finger from inside and started rubbing my clit in hard fast circles, while squeezing my nipple harder. 

"Oh yes, little brother," I whispered. "Oh just like that! Look at you licking your big sister's pussy."

I gasped as I could already feel an orgasm building within me. As good as I looked playing with myself, I closed my eyes and envisioned my beautiful little brother over me, thrusting that huge, hard cock into his sister's needy little pussy. My fingers began stroking my clit faster and feeling myself right on the edge, gave my nipple a hard twist. I threw my head back and cried out my brother's name as I came, writhing and squealing on his bed. I removed my hand from my pussy, and after bringing my fingers to my lips so I could suck on them, let out a long sigh. I would miss this incredible bed nowhere near as much as I would miss my brother, but I knew it would be for the best. 

Forcing myself to get up, I slipped my red thong back on, but left my clothes on the floor. Walking over to Mark's closet, I found the short black silk robe that I'd left here, because he loved me in it. I left the bedroom and, going over to the small bar Mark had in the living room, I grabbed a glass and a bottle of Southern Comfort. I sat down on the couch after filling the glass and taking a couple of sips, picked up my purse where I had left it on the floor. I removed one of the two packets of cocaine I had bought and opening it, poured it directly onto Mark's glass coffee table. I went back into the purse and finding the razor blade I had folded up into a napkin, used it to cut the coke into four lines. I rolled up a twenty and did the first line. 

"Damn!" I exclaimed.

The only advantage to being straight for a few months was that I had lost my tolerance and the coke hit me hard. Grabbing the glass of Southern, I sat back on the couch and waited for Mark to come home. 

It wasn't an easy wait, as even though I was steadily sipping at my drink, the cocaine was calling to me. I told myself I still had another gram and why not? But I had no idea when Mark would be home, and I knew I would want some for afterwards, to take the sting out of how guilty I would feel when I made my brother throw me out of his life. I held off, and just sat there, staring off into space and wondering how long it would be before I would get to stay in my forest all the time. Weeks, maybe months. Who knew? I planned on having as much fun as possible before I went. 

I sat up quickly when I heard Mark's key in the front door. Leaning over the table, I quickly did two lines in succession, leaving the last one. I put my glass down next to it so it would not be visible right away. I heard Mark close the door behind him in the hallway. I leaned back on the couch and stretched my legs out. Mark entered the room and I felt my heart begin to race from something other than the coke as I saw the look of anger already on his face. "Hey baby," I said. "Why so late? Your sexy sister's been waiting for you."

"Cut the shit, Megan!" Mark snapped at me as he stood in front of the couch. "I can't believe you came to see me like that! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Oh, come on, Mark!" I laughed, sitting up. "I was just playing. Those stiffs looked like they could use some fun!"

"Oh, they had some fun alright! They had a lot of fun asking me all about my fucked up sister, was she really a stripper? Hey, Barry, did she really dance for you?"

"I might have," I shrugged, then laughed. "John's, Barry's they all look the same after a while."

Before he could say anything, I stood up from the couch and walked up to him.

"What about you, baby, you look like you could use a little fun yourself."

I reached out to put my hand on his shoulder, but he shoved it away.

"You think this is funny, Megan? Think ruining my career is funny?"

"Oh, come on," I told him. "They'll get over it they..."

"They took me off the fucking case!" Mark yelled.

I stopped for a moment as what he said sank in. 

"They did?" I asked softly.

"Yeah, sis, they did, Jim's going to try to get them to change their minds tomorrow, but it isn't looking good!"

That case was my brother's shot at junior partner, a launching point for his career. No, I told myself, this was perfect and Mark would get another chance, he was too good not too. 

"Well, hey, look at the bright side!" I said, spreading my arms open. "Now you'll have plenty of time to spend with me!"

"Megan, you are the last person I want to fucking spend time with right now!" he yelled at me. 

"Awww," I gave him the pout. "You don't mean that, little brother." I walked up to him and, batting my eyelashes, said. "Come on, baby, let me make it up to you! Let your nasty big sister show you what she does best."

"What's that, sis, fuck shit up?"He asked, stepping away again. "I can't fucking believe you did that to me!" he yelled. "I'm good to you, Megan, for a long time I was the only one that was, and you do this to me?"

"All about you huh, Mark?" I asked, shaking my head. "Your job, your reputation, oh, poor you!" I put my hand on my chest. "Your poor sister doesn't even have a place to live, and it's all about you!"

"You don't have a place to live because you're a drunken whore!" Mark snarled at me. "And damn straight my job matters! I've worked my ass off to prove I'm better than all those rich little pricks that have had their jobs handed to them!"

"Yeah, 'better than' is exactly what you are these days, isn't it, Mark?" I asked him. "Better than your sister who made you what you are, now you call me a whore!"

"You didn't make me, I..."

"You were sitting in a corner of a group home when we found you," I reminded him. "Staring at walls and talking to your little friend in your head. The only person you talked to until you met me. But, hey, you don't owe me for anything, right? You would have done just fine for yourself!"

"You," He stopped and seemed to notice the bottle on the table for the first time. "You're fucking drunk again." He shook his head. "There's no point in yelling at you, you're not even going to remember it."

"You know, little brother, you're right." I approached him again and this time he let my hand drift up to his face. "We shouldn't be fighting, especially because," I held up my left hand, "I'm a free woman again! We can play now."

"Megan, I don't even want to see you, never mind fuck you. Go to bed."

He turned and started walking away from me.

"Hey!" I exclaimed. "Don't tell me you don't want me, you always want your sister!"

Mark turned back to me. "You're not my sister." He said quietly. "My sister wouldn't hurt me like that." 

As Mark spoke I saw to my dismay that the angry look had left his face and he looked upset. He was giving in to his hurt rather than getting mad like he always did. Well, one way to fix that.

"That's not true, Mark, see this" I pointed at myself, "is your sister."

Reaching down, I picked up the glass and took a huge swallow.

"So I like to party, who cares? Better learn to deal with it, Mark, because I'm tired of playing good girl!"

"Megan, you're drunk." He said simply. "Just go to bed and...."

As he spoke I put the glass down on the table next to the coke, banging it loudly. Mark's eyes followed the noise, and he stopped in mid-sentence as his eyes found the white powder. I watched in sick anticipation as I saw his eyes darken. 

"You..." he stopped as if he couldn't get the words out. "You... brought coke into my house." He finished, his voice trembling.

"Well, yeah, where else was I..."

"Are you out of your fucking mind?!?" he screamed at me. "I'm working for the fucking state! I have people fucking watching my every move, and you bring coke into my fucking house?"

"Mark I..."

"What the fuck is the matter with you?" he demanded. "Jesus fucking Christ, Megan, how dare you do this to me!"

"Well it's not like I bought it here or..."

"I don't care where you bought it!" Mark shouted. "I...I knew you were drinking, but fucking coke again, Meg? Do you like being a fucking loser? You want to be called 'easy bake' again?"

"What if I do?" I asked, letting out a deliberate giggle. "Megan's boring, 'easy bake' is fun!"

As Mark stared angrily at me, I laughed.

"Speaking of fun!" 

Stepping away from him I went over to the table and, grabbing the twenty, went to do the last line.

"No!!" Mark cried out.

"Oh I... oh shit!" I exclaimed.

Mark had stepped forward and kicked the coffee table. The glass shattered and the bottle of Southern went into the air to break against the wall, showering his expensive couch with its contents.

"Don't you ever do that shit in front of me!" Mark screamed in my face.

"You asshole!" I snapped, recovering from my shock. "That was expensive stuff!" Then I smiled and started to undo my robe. "Now you have to make it up to me by fucking me nice and hard!"

"You're fucking sick!" Mark said. He was breathing heard, and as I watched he put his hand to his temple and winced. "I don't want you, Megan."

"Oh, going to play hard to get, are you?" I asked as I stepped up to him. "Okay, please, Mark?"

I reached out to touch his face and cried out in surprise and pain as, with a backhanded swing, he slapped my hand away from him.

"Don't fucking touch me!" he yelled at me. "I don't want you, you fucking skank! You want to get laid, go back to selling yourself on the fucking corner, but stay the hell away from me!"

I looked at my hand, shocked. When I looked back up at Mark, he was also looking at my hand, and then turning quickly, he began to walk towards his bedroom.

"Hey!" I yelled. "Don't you dare walk away from me!" 

I began to follow him down the hallway.

"Who the hell do you think you are, treating me like that?" I demanded.

"Stay away from me," Mark yelled over his shoulder as he reached his bedroom.

"Or what?" I asked, catching up with him. "You think I'm afraid... hey!"

I jumped back as, entering his room; Mark slammed the door in my face. I heard a click as he locked it. 

"Get your ass out here," I yelled through the door. "Face me like a man, you little bitch!"

I found I was really mad. I, of course, had wanted to piss Mark off, but I wanted him to at least want to take it out on me, take his sister one more time before I made him truly hate me. I was also angry that Mark kept getting mad, but then seemed to keep calming himself down, as if he didn't really want to fight. I banged on the door again.

"What's the matter, Mark? Can't handle me anymore? Used to those little girls you fuck with?"

"At least I know where they've been!" he yelled through the door. "Now either go to sleep, or go get wasted somewhere, but stay the fuck away from me!"

Mark had screamed this so loud, I stepped back away from the door. I shook my head. This was not going to work. If I let it go here, Mark would go to bed, and by tomorrow morning he would try to reason with me. Looking down at the doorknob, I remembered that I still had the keys Mark gave me at his office. Walking back out into the parlor, I grabbed the keys and, making my way back to his bedroom, inserted the key and, turning it, quickly shoved the door open and entered the room.

Mark had lit the candelabras and was standing in front of his bureau. He had removed his shirt and was starting to undo his belt when he turned to look at me.

"Get the fuck out of my room!" he snarled.

"No!" I said, walking right up to him. "You do not tell me what to do you little shit, you got that?" I asked him. "You remember your place!" 

I pointed down at my feet.

"Get on your knees and..."

"I told you I don't want you!" Mark snapped.

I forced myself to hold my ground as Mark stood directly in front of me, his bulging eyes looking into mine.

"This isn't the game, Megan, I am not touching you, I will not lower myself to touch, a fucking crack whore, even if it's you! Now get out!"

Mark grabbed my arm and shoved me towards the door.

"How dare you..." I began, feeling my own temper rising.

"Dare I what? Say the truth? You're a fucking drunken whore, Megan, a weak-willed, lying, stealing, fucking skank!"

"I..." I was speechless at the amount of sheer venom in my brother's voice.

"You're a disgrace!" he continued. "A failure! All you do is hurt the people who help you, and I'm fucking sick of it!

He gave me another shove towards the door.

"Tell you what? Think you're so funny? Go see Mom like that!" Mark yelled. "Go show Denise what her little girl has been up to! I..."

Mark stopped, as hearing my mother mentioned sent me over the edge. I swung my right hand up and caught my brother hard across the face. Mark's eyes widened and I swear they began to get even darker. 

"You... hit me." he whispered.

"Don't you talk about my mother!" I yelled in his face. "She doesn't deserve..."

"An addict for a daughter!" Mark finished. "That's what she doesn't deserve you fucking..."

I hit him again, this time with my left hand and even harder, hard enough that I felt the impact all the way up my arm. Mark's head snapped to the side, and when he whipped it around, I was already swinging with my right again. I cried out as he caught my wrist, and, as I tried to pull it away, he squeezed hard enough to make me cry out in pain. Still holding my wrist, Mark yanked me into him;

"For the last time get away from me you... Oww!"

With a rage driven by the cocaine, I reached up and, hooking my fingers into a claw, raked them across Mark's neck, drawing blood. Taking advantage of his surprise, I yanked my hand free and swung up and around, slapping him in the mouth with the back of my hand. 

"Take that back!" I screamed as I hit him. "Take... huh!"

I gasped as moving faster than my eyes could follow, Mark's left hand came up and grabbed my throat. My rage was replaced by a stab of fear as I looked into my brother's face. His eyes were not only black, but were bulging. The veins in his neck were standing out, and his lip was curled into a snarl. Worse, I could feel his hand trembling around my neck, as his powerful fingers dug into my soft skin.

"Oh, you fucking bitch." Mark hissed, blood dripping from his mouth. 

"M...Mark...you're hurting me," I choked out.

"You wanted the game." He whispered.

"N..no I..."

I cried out again as Mark's hand left my throat to grab a fist full of my hair. He grabbed it close to the back of my head, pulling it hard and forcing me to bend my head back.

"Oh, yes, whore, it's time you were shown your place once and for all."

The thought of Mark fucking me in his present state frightened me, and, despite my plan, I found myself trying to stop him.

"I...I'm sorry Mark," I whispered as my eyes filled up with tears from the pain in my scalp. 

"Sorry? Damn straight you're sorry, sorriest fucking whore I've ever seen." He smiled through the blood in his mouth. "But not sorry enough. Now get on your knees!" he snapped.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 36



"No," I said, trying to shake my head in his grip.

"No?"

"Mark p...please,"

"Too late to beg, slut, now get on your fucking knees!" Mark grabbed my shoulder with his other hand and pushed down hard, trying to get me to kneel.

"I said no!" I yelled and, reaching up, slashed at his face with my nails again.

Mark whipped his head to the side and, stepping back, grabbed my hair even tighter and, spinning his body to the right, threw me forward. I staggered forward and slammed into the foot of the bed. The bed was set high, and as my hips hit the edge, I put my hands out catching myself, and tried to stand up. Mark shoved me hard in the back, bending me over the bed.

"Stay there!"

I pushed up with my hands trying to stand, but the bed was soft and even with one hand, he was far stronger than I was. Mark flipped the robe up over my hips and, grabbing my thong, yanked hard. I yelped in pain as the thong was literally torn off of me.  

"Mark, I don't want..."

"Shut up!" Mark shouted and, raising his right hand up, swung it down hard, slapping me in the ass.

I yelled as the slap, which sounded like a gunshot in the room, connected. Mark had never hit me so hard. I moaned as the hot stinging pain seared through the right side of my ass. I cried out even louder as Mark brought his hand back around, catching the left side of my ass with an equally vicious slap.

"Oh, God, Mark!" 

I tried to push up again, but Mark reached down and, grabbing my wrists, yanked my arms back, causing me to fall on my face on the bed. I groaned as Mark forced my arms behind my back until my wrists were pinned together. I lifted my head and in the headboard saw the reflection of my ass in the opposite mirror. Both my cheeks were crimson and I could see the imprint of each of Mark's fingers on the right side. I pushed my legs hard against the bed, trying again to stand. 

"Stop squirming!" 

I squealed in pain as Mark forced my wrists up to just under my shoulder blades, sending a shooting pain through my arms. Mark shifted his grip so that both of my thin wrists were in his right hand. I looked in the mirror and saw him undoing his belt with his left. 

"Mark, stop it!" I called out. "I... ohhh!'

I was cut off by a sharp pain as, pulling his belt off, Mark flipped it up to form a loop and brought it down hard across the right side of my ass.

"I said shut the fuck up!!" 

"Little brother, please you're hurting. No! No!"

I kept yelping as he kept whipping the belt back and forth, dealing both sides of my ass several hard blows. I whimpered and there were tears of pain flowing down my cheeks as my brother continued whipping me. After one more stinging blow, Mark leaned over me and I felt him wrap the belt around my wrists. Leaning back, he tugged on the end of the belt, lifting me up off of the bed. 

"Oww! Stop!" I yelled as the pain increased in my shoulders.

Mark shoved me back onto the bed, letting my wrists go, unzipped his pants and pushed them down. I saw his massive cock spring free in the mirror, stepping up to me; he started slapping it hard across my ass, causing the stinging to get worse. Mark lowered his cock to the lips of my pussy, and I began moving my hips back and forth, squirming so he couldn't push it in. I yelped as Mark hooked his ankle around mine and, pulling hard, forced me to spread my legs open. I gasped in pain as with one hard thrust, my brother drove his huge cock into my pussy.

"Fuck you're not even wet!" Mark snarled. "What do I have to be paying you to get you hot, you little whore?"

"Oh, please, stop, Mark!" I cried out.

"Stop?" he asked as he started driving his cock into me. "This is what you wanted, wasn't it, whore?"

"No, not like..."

"You take it anyway I give it to you, you fucking pig!" Mark yelled.

I buried my face into the bed, yelping into it each time Mark pulled his huge cock out and drove it back in again. I closed my eyes, hoping he would cum quick. He always calmed down after he came. 

"Look at me when I fuck you!" Mark demanded.

I kept my face down, then screamed in pain as Mark yanked hard on the belt, forcing me up off the bed.

"I said fucking look at me!"

I looked at him and whimpered in fear. Mark was gone; I could see it in his eyes. They were as black as the night and the light of the candelabra's reflecting in the mirrors made them appear as if they were glowing. There was blood flowing down his chin as well as his chest from where his neck was bleeding. Every muscle in his arms and chest was bulging as he used all of his strength to slam his huge dick into my unwilling pussy. I screamed again as, leaning forward, Mark grabbed my long black hair and pulled my head back.

"How do you look, you fucking whore?" 

My answer turned into a series of yelps as, pulling me back further, Mark angled his hips and started driving himself even deeper into me. I looked at my own face and saw the fear in my eyes. Mark saw it, too, and as our eyes met in the mirror, he gave me an evil smile.

"Beg, you fucking whore."

I simply yelped again, then screamed as Mark let my hair go and, raising his arm as high as he could, delivered a slap that sent a wave of pain shooting down my leg.

"I said beg!" 

I took a deep breath and was ready to say please when another wave of that new found clarity forced itself into my mind. 

This was what I wanted. 

I wanted Mark to be this hard on me. Wanted him to hate me. If I begged, he would let up. 

I needed to push him even further. He was hurting me, but I could handle it.

"Beg?" I gasped out. "Like your little girls do?" I forced myself to laugh. "Please! I've been handling you for years!"

Despite my best efforts to hold it back, I yelped as my brother dealt me three hard slaps across my ass.

"Yeah, go ahead, hit me!" I snapped, looking him in the eye in the mirror. "Fuck me harder!"

Mark pulled me up further until I was almost standing up. Leaning back, he braced himself with one arm on the bureau. I grunted as he began driving his hips as hard as he could, fucking me so hard, I felt my feet lifting each time he thrust into me.

"That the best you got little brother?" I asked him in the mirror. "Think you're going to make me beg?" I laughed. "Think you can take me? Never forget who took who, you pathetic loser!"

Mark threw me forward, sending me face-first on the bed. Letting go of the belt, he grabbed my hips with both hands, and started slamming me even harder.

"That's right, Mark, I took you! Took you back when you were a virgin, lying in your bed, jerking off!"

Mark slapped my ass again, but I barely felt it. The rush of my own adrenalin mixed with the drug was overcoming the pain.

"Shut up, bitch!" He snarled.

"That's right; you couldn't even score with Krissy! You needed your sister to make you a man, to teach you how to fuck!"

I looked up into the mirror and smiled.

"You can take me, and you can hurt me, but that's all you can do!" I laughed. "I broke you, Mark, so go ahead and keep fucking me, you'll never break me!"

My brother stopped fucking me, and I saw a wicked smirk appear on his face.

"Oh no?" he asked softly. "Well let's find out."

Mark pulled his cock from his pussy and sliding it up, pushed the tip of it against my ass.

My eyes widened and I gasped, "No!!"

He wouldn't! He couldn't do that to me I...

"Yes!" Mark said, and with no hesitation, he shoved his cock into my ass.

I screamed, not just in pain, but in fear as I felt my brother's enormous cock push into me. I screamed again as I could feel myself tearing as he forced himself deeper.

"Oh god pleeeese!" I screamed. "Oh please stop!!! Oh Mark nooooo!" I howled.

"Louder!" Mark snapped, and with one more thrust buried himself into me.

I wailed in agony as my ass was filled with fiery pain. Mark held his cock still then sliding it all the way out, slammed it back into me again. I screamed and screamed again as he began fucking me hard and fast. 

"Oh no no no!" I sobbed.

Somehow in the midst of my pain, I remembered the safe word we had created years ago

"Cease!" I cried out. "Cease Mark!!"

"You should have ceased!"He yelled. "Now take what you deserve!"

Mark reared back and started fucking me even harder.

"Oh cease," I sobbed again. "Oh god please cease!! Ohhh."

My words turned into another wail of pain as Mark grabbed the belt and pulled me up, angling his cock even deeper into me. I closed my eyes and screamed long and loud as the tearing burning pain increased. 

I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, things had changed. I was no longer in my brother's bedroom, nor was it him fucking me. In the mirror in front of me, I saw myself back in the bad place, and behind me forcing me into the bed was Frank. He was smiling and laughing as I screamed and squealed. I was wearing a pink night shirt and was on top of my teddy bear, Rosco, hugging him as if he could help me. "All done," Frank said, pulling his cock from me. I saw blood on it. Then with a laugh, Frank said, "Just kidding."' And he shoved it back in.

I blinked and saw it was not Frank, but Mark behind me, hurting me. His face was transformed into a mask of lust and rage, and his smile broadened each time I screamed. As I watched, Mark turned back into Frank.

"Stay still you little bitch you know you love it!"

"Mommyyyyyy!" I shrieked. "Mommy! Help me!! Mommyyyyyy!"

Behind me Frank gasped, and amidst the pain I felt that nasty hot sticky stuff spraying into me. I wailed one last time, then screamed as I felt myself yanked up to a standing position. Mark removed the belt from my wrists and stepped back from me.

I immediately fell onto the floor, my back against the bureau. Drawing my knees up to my chest I hugged them and started to sob.

"Now who's broken?" Mark sneered.

I looked up at him standing in front of me and saw that there was blood on his cock. I wailed for my mother again, and then everything went dark.

Authors note: As always votes, comments, and feedback are greatly appreciated. Next up: Mark learns that payback is a bitch. Four Chapters left. Thanks for reading! Lovecraft68



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 37



 Authors note: Okay so last chapter was pretty rough, well fair warning this one is just as if not rougher. This chapter is dedicated to another member who always remains anon (at least on lit), but I know you're still reading and appreciate your support. This one is for you "Syn". Also a thank you to Sydney Blake for once again using her red pen to cut the shit out of yours truly As always thank you for reading. Lovecraft68

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"Megan?"

I jerked my head up at the sound of my name. I opened my eyes to see Mark on his knees in front of me, his hands on my shoulders. For a second I was unsure of where I was or what had just happened. No, wait. I knew, I had just had a terrible nightmare. I had dreamt of Frank hurting me, and somehow, it had turned into my brother doing it. Blinking my stinging eyes, I wondered why I was sitting on the floor, and realized that Mark looked as if he were crying.

"Megan!" he said again, "A...are you okay? I...I'm sorry! I..."

I shifted on the floor, and became aware of an all too familiar burning pain down where Frank used too... My eyes widened as it all came back to me. It hadn't been a nightmare! My brother had...

"You hurt me!" I screamed at him, lashing out with my arms, knocking his hands from my shoulders. "You... you hurt me!"

"I...I know!" he exclaimed, a stricken look on his face. "Sis, I didn't mean...." He stopped and blurted out. "Oh, Megan, I'm so sorry! Let me help you..."

As he spoke, Mark reached out to me. 

I screamed and, cringing against the bureau, put my hands over my head.

"Don't hurt me!" I cried out. "Oh, please don't hurt me! I...I'll be a good girl, I promise." I began sobbing uncontrollably.

"Oh, fuck!" Mark snapped.

I was watching him through my tear-filled eyes and saw him put his head into his hands. As I continued staring at him, my heart pounding in fear that he was going to hurt me some more, I saw him shake his head back and forth.

"No, no no!" Mark was crying to himself, his shoulders shaking.

Putting my hands on the floor, I started to crawl away from him. 

"Megan, come here." Mark said behind me.

I felt his hand grab my shoulder and immediately dropped onto my side and curled myself into a ball."Please no more please!" I moaned. As I brought my legs up to my chest, the pain down there became worse, and I whimpered. "Oh it hurts!"

"Come here, sis," Mark said softly.

As he spoke, he reached underneath me. Sliding his arm under my side, he lifted me into a sitting position and then, leaning forward, he tried to put his arms around me.

"No!" I yelled. I pushed against his chest hard enough to make him fall backwards, and his back hit the bed,

"Megan, let me..."

"You hurt me, Mark!" I screamed again. "You hurt me like he used to hurt me!" I sobbed again. "Oh, you hurt me so bad!"

"I..." Mark started but I cut him off, wailing. "I want my mommy!"

"Meg!" Mark said firmly. "Y... you're not a little kid anymore, it's..."

"I want Mom!" I yelled in his face. "I want to see my mom!" I began sobbing again.

"Megan, I can't take you to her I..."

"You won't because I'm going to tell her you hurt me!" 

I did want my mom, she would make it better, she always did! Mom would never let anyone hurt me, not even my brother! Moving quickly, I got my legs under me and jumped to my feet. My sudden movement caught Mark by surprise. He was still sitting on the floor, and, as he started to get up, I swung my knee into him. The blow caught him in the shoulder, knocking him onto his back. I ran for the bedroom door and had just reached it when Mark grabbed onto my robe from behind and hauled me back into the room.

"Megan, stop! Calm down, sis, please!"

I spun around, swinging wildly, and I felt the back of my hand connect with Mark's face. I swung the rest of the way around to face him."Don't fucking touch me!" I shouted in his face. "You raped me, you bastard!"

"Megan," he said softly. "I... I'm sorry!" There were tears on his cheeks and, as he held his hands up in front of him, I saw they were shaking."I... I... I told you to leave me alone, and you kept..." Mark stopped then let out a sob of his own. "I...I didn't mean it, sis! I...."

"You meant it!" I screamed at him. "You wanted to hurt me! You hurt me just like he did!"My fright had transformed into rage, and I swung at his face again. Mark's hand caught my wrist, but quickly let it go as I shrieked, "Get your fucking hands off of me!"As soon as Mark had let go I lashed out and slapped him in the face with my right hand. Even as his face was turning I was swinging my left."You fucking animal!"

The slap caught Mark solidly, snapping his head to the right. Curling my right hand into a fist, I came around and punched him in the mouth. The blow had everything I had behind it and my brother's head rocked back and he staggered. 

I had a chance to run, but instead, I stepped forward and swung my left around and slammed it into my stunned brother's right eye. "Yeah, not so easy that I'm not tied up, is it!" I snarled, swinging my right again.

Catching his balance Mark caught my fist in the palm of his hand. "Megan, stop! Please, sis!"As he spoke Mark put his hand up in a defensive gesture.

"Let me go!" I cried out. "Don't you raise your hands to me!"

Mark let me go and I swung at his face catching him in the jaw.

"Stop it!" Mark shouted as he stepped back from me.

"Stop?" I demanded, swinging at him again. "Like you stopped?"

Mark ducked the first swing, but I had already thrown an uppercut with my other hand. The blow caught him on the chin, and I felt my nails stab into the soft flesh of my palm from the impact. Ignoring the pain, I hit him again, this time in the left side of his face.

"I begged you to stop and you kept hurting me!" I yelled, coming forward and swinging wildly at him. 

Mark stepped back and banged into the wall. He hadn't been expecting it, and I was able to take advantage of his surprise. The punch I had thrown hit him squarely in the nose. His head snapped back, slamming into the wall, and he staggered to the side. Stepping right up to him, and, as he had taught me, I bent my arm, and, swinging it up and around, hit him in the side of the head with my elbow. Mark grunted and, when I swung again, brought his arm up, blocking it.

"You were smiling!" I yelled, swinging again. "You got off on me screaming! You loved raping me!"

"No, Megan, no!" Mark gasped. "I... I'm sorry!"

"Sorry?" I screamed. "Not yet, you're not! Isn't that what you said? Before you..." I swung another elbow at him that he blocked with his forearm. "Before you..." I stopped and felt a something come over me. It was rage, a rage that I hadn't felt since that night in the Wolfs Den when they were beating my brother. I took a deep breath and screamed. "Before you raped me!"

Mark started to say something, but it was drowned out by my howl of rage. Stepping forward, I began swinging my arms at him, throwing punch after punch at his head. Mark couldn't move backwards and at this point was afraid to grab me. As my punches rained down on him, he tried to block them. Under ordinary circumstances my brother would have been much faster than me, but he was upset and scared, and my blows were fueled by both hate and the cocaine that was still flowing through me. For the first time in our lives, Mark was the one cowering and I was the one in a rage. 

As I continued to pummel him, many of the blows got past him, hitting him in the head and face. Finally, after I landed a particularly hard blow to his mouth, Mark simply covered his head with his arms and hunched over against the wall. 

The entire time I was attacking him, I was screaming at him, telling him how much he had hurt me, and what an animal he was. I kept this up for as long as I could, swinging and screaming away. My throat started to hurt, and my shouts were coming out as harsh gasps. My blows were getting slower and weaker. After another moment I found I could barely move my arms. The rage was leaving me and, once again, the tears came. I started sobbing in frustration that I couldn't keep hurting him. 

"How could you!" I sobbed as the last blow I had the strength to throw thumped uselessly off of his muscular arm.

Sensing I had nothing left, Mark looked up. I stared in surprise at my brother's battered and bloody face. Seeing his arms were down however, I swung again with the last of my fleeting strength. This time, Mark did catch my wrist. I yelled and swung my left, which he also caught. 

Pulling me into him, Mark wrapped his arms around me, pinning me against him.

"You... you hurt me, Mark!" I sobbed against his chest. "You... you promised you would never hurt me and you did!"

I stopped struggling and started sobbing hysterically.

"Promised!" I choked out. "Promised you wouldn't!"

I felt one of his hands slide up my back and cradle the back of my head. I stopped yelling, and Mark was silent as I stayed where I was, crying in his arms. Mark started to stroke my hair, and I realized that the arms of my brother had always been my refuge, but now... I started to pull away from him and, looking at me, he whispered, "Meg, I am so..."

"I hate you!" I sobbed out. "I fucking hate you!"

Mark's put his head down.

"Let me go!" I cried, "I don't want you near me!"

Mark let me go and I stepped backwards. I meant to run into the other room, grab my clothes, and get out. Instead, I felt my legs start to give out and I staggered backwards. Mark lunged forward, and, catching me by the arms, guided me back until I was sitting on the bed.

"No!" I yelled, trying to get up. "Not here! You're going to..." I stopped as Mark gently pushed me back down onto the bed, and then stepped back from me.

"I... no one's going to hurt you Meg, I..."

"Liar," I said simply.

I wanted to move, but couldn't. I was completely drained. I sat there gasping for breath and started to cry again. I sensed movement and looked up to see Mark backing out of the room.

"I..."I'll be right back, sis, just sit there okay? I..." Shaking his head Mark turned and all but ran from the room.

I swallowed hard and stood up. This was my chance to leave. Somewhere in my fevered mind I realized that I had gotten what I needed and there was no coming back from this for us. I needed to go. I took a step and sat back down; my legs were trembling so badly, I couldn't walk. Mark came back into the room with a glass of water with some ice in it.

"Here sis," he said, holding it out to me.

I stared at his hand as if he were offering me a snake. I didn't want anything to do with him. Mark put the glass on the floor and stepped away from me. I looked at the water and, swallowing, winced at how dry and sore my throat was. Reaching down, I picked up the water and took several long swallows. The cold water felt good as it went down my parched throat, and I quickly chugged the rest of it. When it was empty, Mark tried to reach for it but jumped back as I threw the glass at him.

"You stay away from me!" I croaked out hoarsely.

Mark had caught the glass and leaned back against his bureau. I noticed he was staring at me as if he were waiting for something. I put my head down and took a deep breath. I was exhausted but had to go, I couldn't let Mark near me again. I let the breath out and looked up. I frowned and shook my head, as I caught my eyes closing. I forced myself to stand, and then caught myself by leaning against the bedpost as the room began to spin. I shook my head again, trying to clear it. Pushing myself away from the bed, I took two wobbly steps, and then staggered as the room was not only spinning again, but it seemed as if my eyes would not stay open. As I started to fall, Mark stepped forward and, catching me around the waist, swung his other arm behind my knees and lifted me off my feet. I tried to struggle, but my arms and legs felt as if they weighed a ton. Cradling me to his chest, Mark carried me around to the side of the bed.

"You... drugged me." I said

"Just so you'll sleep," Mark said through his swollen lips. He leaned over and gently put me on the bed.

"I...I don't want to sleep with you," I whispered. "I don't want to be near you." 

My eyes closed and, with the last of my strength, I forced them open to see Mark looking down at me.

"I...I hate you, Mark." I told him.

As I lost the battle to keep my eyes closed, I heard Mark whisper; "Yeah, sis, that makes two of us."

***** I awoke to a soft touch on my shoulder. I slowly opened my eyes and found that I was lying on my side in my brother's bed. The black sheet was pulled up to my shoulders, and I noted that I was still wearing the black robe. That was odd; I thought sluggishly, I never wore clothes to bed. I became aware that I wasn't alone and shifted my eyes to see Mark sitting next to me on the bed. He was dressed in a pair of black slacks and a teal shirt. His collar was still open and a black tie was draped around his neck. 

I stared at him for a moment, trying to get my bearings, and frowned at his face. Mark's left eye was blackened and swollen half shut. There was a huge bruise on his right cheek, and his lip was split and also swollen. Because his shirt wasn't bottomed at the top, I could see three long red scratches down his neck. I turned my head on the pillow to see Mark's hand resting on my shoulder. My thoughts began to clear, bringing with them the memory of the events of last night.

"Get your hand off of me," I said softly.

Mark looked at me sadly, but quickly moved his hand."Megan, are you..."

"What do you care how I am?" As I spoke, I pushed myself up into a sitting position against the mirrored headboard. When I did, the robe came open, exposing my tits. I saw Mark glance down at them and I quickly drew the robe closed. For the first time I could remember, I did not want my brother seeing me naked. I pulled my knees up to my chest, wincing at the pain in my ass, and, wrapping my arms around my knees, looked at Mark.

"You drugged me!" I told him angrily.

"Just to help you sleep, sis," Mark said. "You wouldn't calm down, and you needed to sleep."

"No, you drugged me so I wouldn't run out and tell anyone you raped me!"

Mark lowered his head, but not before I saw his eyes filling with tears.

"Megan, I am so sorry I hurt you. You don't know how I feel you..."

"I know how I feel!" I snapped. "Know how I feel? My ass hurts and my body hurts, and," I stopped as my own eyes teared up. "My heart aches because my brother betrayed me!"

"Sis, I..." 

"You're just like our father!" I snapped. "He hurt Julia all the time," I sobbed. "Dad was right! You're bad, Mark, just plain bad!"

Mark hung his head like a whipped dog and I continued.

"I see you're dressed for work! Can't care too much about how I am, so go, get out!"

"Yeah, Jim, called after midnight and told me he talked the AG into giving me another few days to make something happen. I have to..."

"Oh, so you're not off the case!" I put my hands up. "I didn't even get you in trouble!" I laughed harshly. "That means you raped me for nothing!"

"Meg, please," Mark said, shaking his head as tears began flowing down his cheeks. "I...I wasn't right last night, and I told you to leave me alone, sis, I even locked you out, I..."

"And would you buy that defense, Councilor?" I asked. "I don't think so."

"Sis, I.... I can't take it back! I'm..." Mark put his head back down. 

"No, you can't, so just go, Mark, go to your precious job, and I'll get my stuff and leave." I nodded. "I'll go and you'll never have to worry about your fucked up sister making you look bad, or ever needing anything from you again." I grunted disgustedly. "I'm through with you, Mark, after this morning, you'll never see me again."

"No! Megan, please, don't go, stay here today, and when I come home we'll talk! I..."

"Nothing to talk about, Mark." I smiled ruefully. "I think you said everything you needed to last night, and then some."

"No, sis." Mark said softly. "Please don't leave like this! Please stay here! W...when I come home, we'll talk and I...I'll take you to see mom and..." He put his head in his hands. "I'm sorry about what I said about her, Megan, and I..." he sobbed into his hands. "You're all I have, Megan! Please don't hate me!"

Mark looked up at me, and I felt my resolve began to waver. No, it was more than that, something was wrong. More correctly, everything was wrong here, starting with the fact that my brother, the one man that I had trusted to never hurt me, had hurt me in the worst possible way. Mark had raped me; I wasn't just saying it to make him feel bad, he really had. Yet, as much pain as I was in and as upset as I was, some of Mark's words sank in. My brother had warned me away from him, he did lock me out of his room, and, even after I let myself in, he tried to push me out. Mark had not lost it until I hit him. It dawned on me that just as what Mark had done to me had brought back those nightmarish flashbacks of Frank; my hitting Mark brought back his own traumatic experiences with Max.

I had driven my already enraged brother over the edge. In one sense, it was exactly what I wanted; to push Mark to completely explode and to throw me out of his life. Either that, or lead him into being so hateful to me that I could leave and never look back. It had been a gross miscalculation on my part, however, exactly how far I could push my already exhausted and angry brother. Mark had raped me, the thought kept echoing through my mind. I could leave completely justified, never to see him again. I would be free to head up to New York and spend my last days succumbing to my demons and not worrying about Mark caring where I was. 

Or was I free? Now seeing how upset he was, it struck me that now it would be my brother who would be guilty. Mark had hurt me terribly and he knew it, was in tears over it. As my tired mind locked onto that thought, I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. My plan had back-fired. Not only had I ended up hurt, but Mark was devastated. If I left now and never came back, if months from now, Mark found out that I died, he would blame himself. My brother would be not only grief-stricken, but riddled with guilt. He would never be the same, maybe even hurt himself. In the end, he would suffer more than he would have had I just up and disappeared. I wanted to cry. Not only had last night been terrible, but it had been for nothing! 

As all this went through my fevered brain in less than a minute, I felt my own eyes fill with tears. I looked at Mark and felt a stab of pity. My brother's face was battered and bruised, and his red-rimmed eyes were wet with tears of remorse. My first instinct was to go to him, take him in my arms, and, better yet, let him take me into his. Since he had come back into my life, Mark had always been my rock, my refuge, the place I always felt safe and loved. Yet now, things had changed, my brother had betrayed me, caused me pain in the worse possible way. But where else did I have to go? Mark had just said I was all he had, who did I have now? Then again, isn't that what I wanted? I put my hand to my head. How had this gone so horribly wrong? 

Mark put his head down and, with a sigh that bordered on a whimper, started to slide off the bed. I made a decision; I had fucked up royally and now would have to think of something else. There was no way I could leave like this. Reaching out, I placed my hand against his tear streaked cheek. Mark placed his face into my hand, and, leaning forward, I put my arm around his shoulder. I did not pull him into me as I normally would have, but did guide his head to my shoulder. Mark put his hand over mine and squeezed it, but didn't touch me otherwise. I brought my other hand around and rested it on the back of his head.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 37



"Megan, I'm so sorry!" he whispered.

"Just go, Mark," I said quietly, not wanting to let him completely off the hook. "I'll be here when you get back."

"T...thank you, sis, I'll..."

"It's not okay Mark, it may never be again for us, but I promise, I'll stay here and I'll talk later."

Mark nodded into my shoulder and stayed there for a couple of minutes. I let him, fighting off the urge to hug him tighter and to let him hug me back. When I felt myself ready to cave, I let my hands fall from him. Taking the hint, Mark sat up and whispered, "Thank you, Meg really, I'll be at the office until around..."

"I said I'll be here Mark, just go, I..." I turned away from him before I finished. "I don't like being this close to you. Now go before I change my mind." 

"Okay." Mark said and, getting up from the bed, walked slowly towards the bedroom door. He turned back to me and said softly; "I am sorry Megan."

"Not half as sorry as I am, Mark, I'm the one who trusted you all these years."

*****

I sat in my car across the street from Mark's office, and, bringing the pint of Captain Morgan to my lips, took a sip. As I did, I noticed an older couple standing by the car see me do it. As they continued to stare, I gave them a big smile, raised the bottle in a cheers gesture, and took another sip. The woman shook her head sadly, and the two turned and started walking. I could hear them in my mind saying things like, "What a shame," and "Too bad such a pretty girl"; these standards would always be followed by the classic, "I don't know what could be so bad that people do this to themselves."

This was spoken by people who had not been given up by their mother like an unwanted puppy, who had not been sexually abused for two years. People who had no idea what it was like to live with that gnawing emptiness where their soul should be. Certainly, they were people who had never been assaulted by their brother, and who now planned to get even, in a very fitting manner. On that note, I took a long swallow of my favorite liquor and found myself wondering if I could really pull this off. I nodded my head to convince myself that, yes, I could, and I had too. If I did not leave my brother broken and hating me, then I couldn't leave to make sure that I never hurt him, or anyone else who had cared about me, again.

I looked up as I saw a few more people leaving the office building and glanced at the dashboard clock; it was six-thirty. I would give it a few more minutes. Mark's firm officially closed at five, but I knew a few of the partners stayed a bit later. None, of course, stayed as late as my workaholic brother. Mark made it a point to be alone in the office at night so he could get more done and not have to deal with the other lawyers that he had nothing but disdain for. I have no doubt however, that tonight would have been different. Mark would have left as soon as he could to rush home to talk to me and try to make things okay between us. Which was why each of the three times he called me today; I assured him that I would be at his place when he got out. 

I shook my head at the thought that my normally unflappable brother had been so worried about my leaving that he had called me on his home phone so he knew I was really still at his place. Even when I had told him that I was going to step out for an hour or so to see mom, he had called her house to ask if I were there. I was, of course; after all, how could I leave for good if I didn't go by and have one last cup of tea with my mother?

I put my head down and felt my eyes begin to fill up at the thought of mom. She had no idea I had screwed up again. I sat there across from her and did what I had done most of my life; I lied to her. Work was fine, Tommy was fine; yes, I was starting to paint again. 

Raising my head, I brought the bottle quickly to my lips and took a couple of more swallows of rum. This was exactly what I needed to get away from. 

I screwed the cap back on the bottle and put it under the seat. As much as I wanted to numb myself for what I was about to do, I had to at least make sure I was coherent enough to pull it off. Not just coherent, but cold enough. That, of course, would be where the packet of coke I had in my purse would come in handy. Looking down at my purse, I thought about its other contents and took a deep breath; I may have screwed up last night, but there would be no coming back from this. Reaching into the purse, I pulled out a pack of Marlboro's and, lighting one, leaned back in the seat; I would wait until seven, then call my brother.

As I took a long drag on the cigarette, I thought back to this morning and how close I had come to just leaving my brother to wallow in his guilt and do what I planned, and if Mark hurt himself afterwards, who cared? That had definitely been my mindset when, after falling back to sleep for a couple of hours, I had gotten up to use the bathroom. The pain was enough to make me whimper, and the sight of blood in the toilet afterwards sent my mind back to those hellish years with Frank. Before I knew it, I was on the floor in Mark's bathroom, sobbing like that poor, frightened, lonely girl I used to be. When I pulled myself together enough to get up, I immediately got into the shower and stayed there until the hot water ran out, desperately trying to wash the pain and humiliation away. By the time I got out of the shower, I knew what I needed. 

Tossing the robe back on, I went out to the bar in the living room only to find that Mark had locked it. Going into the kitchen, I went in the cupboard where Mark kept his tools. Grabbing the hammer, I went back to the bar and, swinging as hard as I could, broke the lock off of the door. I didn't stop there; I kept swinging until I had knocked the door itself off the hinges. Grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniels from the bar, I took several long swallows, trying to burn away the memory of last night. As I turned away from the bar, I spotted a picture of my brother and me on his end table. 

It was the picture of us from the Christmas we had gone to my uncle Ray's. It was both our favorite. As I approached the picture, I felt a surge of rage go through me and, with a loud cry, smashed the picture with the hammer. There was another picture of Mark receiving his diploma from Suffolk.

"You hurt me!" I screamed as I swung and smashed that one as well.

At that point, I lost all control; I went around the living room, swinging at anything that caught my eye. I smashed the two karate trophies that Mark had on his mantel piece, as well as the framed photo of my brother, at eighteen, hoisting the state baseball championship trophy. Next was the photo of Mark with the RI Thunderbolts the year he joined. I paused to chug from the bottle again and shook my head in disgust. Everywhere I looked was the trappings of my brother's success. Success he would have never had without me. I meant what I had said last night; my brother would have been nothing without me, would have gone to a training school and, no doubt, at some point, gotten into serious trouble.

In fact, his crazy ass should have gone to jail for all but killing Max. Had I not gotten the police to come and talk him down, my brother would have finished Max and never had the life he had now. It wasn't fair! Mark had everything and I had nothing! We had promised each other that we would always stand by each other, stay with each other, but Mark had gone on to take whatever he wanted, and I couldn't even hold a fucking half-assed job at a department store. I should have been just as successful! I could have made it big with my painting, but I was messed up and needed help, needed my brother, but he always wanted someone else! 

First, it was cute little Krissy, the girl next door who everyone loved, but who was no good for my brother. She was too sweet for him, couldn't give him what he needed, not like his nasty big sister could. I could have loved my brother as sweetly as she did and been his little whore! Then, when I got rid of her and had Mark all to myself, he ended up going with that red-headed slut, Cynthia! No, I stopped and shook my head, that wasn't true. I had sent him to Cynthia. I took another swig from the bottle and, with a cry of rage, swung the hammer into the screen of the television. Mark should have fought me harder that day I sent him to Cynthia, should have seen that I really wanted him. Instead, he couldn't run to her fast enough, couldn't wait to leave his fucked up sister to fall even further into disgrace. 

"Fuck you, Mark!" I yelled as I hit the television again. "We'll see who leaves who now! See how you feel when you see what you made me do to myself!"

Putting the bottle down on the bar, I all but ran down the hallway and into Mark's bedroom. I planned on grabbing the clothes I'd left there, getting dressed, and leaving. I walked over near the bed and, looking up, saw my reflection in the mirrored headboard. I closed my eyes and when I opened them saw the brutal scene from last night, me screaming and begging for mercy, tears flowing down my terrified face. Behind me, my brother was smiling, smiling while I screamed, while he raped me.

I still had the hammer in my hand and, rearing back, swung it. The mirror shattered and, spinning, I ran over to the one over his bureau and smashed that one, as well. As I stood there panting, I looked up and, smiling wickedly at myself, drew my arm back and threw the hammer at the ceiling as hard as I could. There was a loud crack as the mirror spider-webbed, long lines zigzagging across it. A moment later, there was a crackling sound and I jumped back, as with a loud crash, half the mirror came down, huge pieces of glass landing on the bed and the floor.

My rage satisfied for the moment, I tossed the rob off and, grabbing the mini skirt and blouse I had worn last night, quickly got dressed. I went back to the living room and, as I picked the bottle up again, surveyed the carnage. Maybe breaking his things and smashing up his precious bedroom would make Mark angry enough to forget about me. I frowned. A minute ago, I had decided I didn't care if Mark felt guilty or not if I left. After all, considering what he had done to me, he deserved to suffer. I let out a deep breath and shook my head; now that my anger had passed, I started to think about it again. Mark had loved me and tried to take care of me. I couldn't leave him feeling responsible.

I swore out loud and tossed the bottle of Jack against the wall where it shattered. Why the hell couldn't I make up my mind? Well, honestly, it didn't matter; there was no way to make Mark angry now. There was nothing I could think of that would make him want to be rid of me after last night. I would just have to leave and hope he realized it hadn't been all his fault; after all, I had set him up to lose it on me last night. 

I was getting ready to leave when I remembered that my brother usually kept a pretty good amount of cash in his desk in his office. I nodded to myself. Kill two birds with one stone; piss Mark off and have even more money to spend once I got to New York.

Knowing Mark kept the desk locked; I went back into the bedroom and, picking up the hammer, went into his office. As I had suspected, the desk was locked. It was a solid desk and it took me several minutes of desperate swinging to break open the middle drawer so the others would open. In the bottom left drawer, I found an envelope containing a little over a thousand dollars. Putting the money in my purse, I started to turn away from the desk when my eyes fell on the name plate that was on my brother's desk. I had bought it for him when he graduated from Suffolk and, rather than his name, I had it engraved "Lex Talionis."

Picking it up, I stared at the letters as, once again, the fog seemed to lift from my mind and an idea began to form. Lex Talionis, an eye for an eye, and part of the backbone of our beliefs. What had happened last night? Mark had hurt me and had done it by using my most painful memory and deepest fear against me He had hurt me the way I had been hurt as a child. If I were to get even with Mark, it would have to be just as traumatic, something that would be so devastating that he would hate me; the way I had said I hated him last night. I frowned, my brother wasn't me, there was no amount of pain that could.... I closed my eyes as it hit me. Physical pain wouldn't work with Mark, but fear would, and I knew exactly what my brother was afraid of.

I looked up as I heard my cell phone ringing. Going into the parlor, I grabbed it from my purse and saw it was Mark.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"Meg!" Mark sounded pathetically relieved that I had answered. "Are you still at my place?"

"I said I would be."

"I know but I..." he paused. "I wouldn't blame you if you left."

"Leave?" I asked. "No worries, little brother, trust me when I tell you that your big sister has every intention of making things right tonight."

At that last thought, I flicked the cigarette out of the window and glanced around to make sure there was no one near the car. Removing my compact from my purse, I opened it, exposing the packet of coke I had hidden in it. Not wanting to risk the time it would take to cut it into lines, I emptied white powder onto the mirror. I balanced it on my knee while I rolled up a ten dollar bill, then, bringing the compact up, I lowered my head and quickly sniffed up as much of the coke as I could. I raised my head, gasping, and then, catching my breath, finished it off. I dropped the ten and let my head fall back against the seat as the powerful drug entered my system. I swallowed hard as my heart began to pound. 

A minute later, I smiled as I felt that delicious feeling of power coursing through my veins. Oh, yes, I was going to show my little brother once and for all that it was his big sister who called the shots. Grabbing my phone from my purse, I called Mark, who answered on the second ring.

"Everything okay Meg?" 

"Couldn't be better, little brother." I said cheerfully.

"Where are you?" Mark asked. "Back at my place?"

"Nope, I'm downstairs."

"You're where?"

"I'm right outside your building Mark," I told him. "I got tired of waiting for you and decided to come see you."

"Oh, umm." Mark paused. "I was just finishing something up, give me a..."

"No, I'm coming up to see you Mark, you going to tell the guard downstairs to let me in?"

"Listen, sis, why don't we go back to...?"

"I'm sorry, Mark, but for some strange reason, I don't want to be with you at your place. You said you wanted to talk, I am here to talk. Unless of course, you don't want to, and I'll just leave."

Mark was silent for a moment, and then sighed.

"Okay, whatever you want, sis."

"Oh, good answer, little brother," I cooed into the phone. "You remember that when I come up there."

Mark was waiting for me when I stepped out of the elevator. He tried to put his arms out to me, but I quickly walked past him and headed for his office. As I walked, I was thrilled to see that the place was deserted, most of the lights were out, and all the doors were shut.

"All by your lonesome, little brother?" I asked.

"No, Jim's here. His office is at the other end of the suite."

"He's not going to bother us, is he?"

"No, I don't even think he knows I'm here."

"Good," I said as I walked into my brother's office, "I'd hate for us to be interrupted."

I walked over to Mark's desk where I put my purse, so that, to my brother's little surprise, it would be within easy reach when the time came. Mark came up behind me, and I felt his hand on my shoulder.

"Did I say you could touch me?" I asked coldly.

Mark removed his hand and, turning around, I walked past him and back across his office.

"Where are you going?"

Without answering, I went over to the door and thumbed the button on the knob to lock it. Turning around to face my brother, I smiled.

"Like I said, I don't want to be interrupted."

I slowly sauntered over to my brother, and smiled to myself as I noticed that despite the worried look on his face, his eyes dropped down to my long legs. Unlike yesterday, I wasn't dressed to attract attention, but the simple red sundress I was wearing was a bit on the short side. His eyes continued to trail downward to my feet, where they lingered on the red, high-heeled sandals I was wearing before making their way back up to my face. 

"Like what you see, Mark?" I asked.

"I...I always do," he answered softly.

"Then why don't you take me?"

"I... well," Mark shrugged. "I mean, we need to talk, and I'm sure you wouldn't..."

"Wouldn't want to?" I made a disgusted sound. "That didn't stop you last night now, did it?"

Mark looked away and sighed."Meg, look..."

"Shut up, Mark," I said simply. "I talk, you listen, understood?"

Mark looked like he was going to say something, but instead simply nodded. I remained silent as I looked at my brother. His eye was open all the way, but the skin beneath was purple, the bruise on his cheek had also darkened since this morning, and his upper lip was even more swollen than it had been earlier. Letting my eyes wander down, I noticed that, like this morning, his tie was draped over his shoulders and his collar was unbuttoned. Lowering my eyes farther, I saw he was wearing a leather belt. Yes, this would work just fine. 

"You hurt me last night, Mark," I began softly. "I know I pissed you off, but that was no excuse to do what you did to me." I shook my head. "None at all."

"Megan, I'm sorry!" Mark whispered. "I don't know what else to say. I..."

"There is nothing you can say," I told him. "Nothing you can say or do that could make me forgive you, Mark, nothing at all."

"I know I..."

I raised my hand and pressed my finger to his lips.

"I said shut up." With a smile, I deliberately pushed my finger into his swollen lip. "Understood?"

Mark winced, and then nodded.

"So if I can't forgive you, where does that leave us?" I put my hands out. "I suppose I could just do what I should, and that is walk away and never see you again. I mean, from some of the things you said last night, I think you might enjoy that, no?"

Mark shook his head, and I could see his eyes already starting to fill up.

"But that wouldn't be right, now, would it?" I shrugged. "So I asked myself, how could we make this right?" Reaching out I tapped his chest."So I thought what would my beautiful little brother do? What would you do if someone hurt you?"Reaching up with my right hand, I ran my long nails lightly down his cheek."Well, you would get even, of course!" I laughed. "Lex Talionis, right, Mark?"

"What are you...?"

"See what I'm getting at is this," I told him. "I can't forgive you. Really, I can't, and, knowing you, you wouldn't be able to forgive yourself. So what I figured is it will be just like the Game."

"The Game." Mark repeated.

"Yes, the Game," I nodded, smiling. "We each get a turn. You hurt me, so now, I get even, and then we forget it."

"Forget...?"

"We never talk about it again, little brother. We move on."

"But Megan..."

"No buts, Mark, you can take it like a man, and we move on, or you can be a coward and I'll just leave you alone." I sighed. "You're choice, little brother."\

"What are you going to do?"

"Oh, you have to pay to play Mark," I laughed. "But, like I said, up to you; you can give your sister, who you raped last night, a chance to get even, or you never see me again." I spread my arms out. "What's it going to be?"

"I..." He shook his head. "Megan, I can't do this here, I..."

"Take your shirt off," I told him.

"Megan, I..."

Mark stopped as, grabbing his chin in my hand, I pulled his face to mine so our eyes met.

Mark's eyes widened.

"You're high," he said. "You've been..."




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 37



"Doing coke? Oh yeah, Mark, I have," I nodded. "I kind of had a lot to try to forget today." I laughed. "Why? You going to fuck me in the ass again because I'm fucked up? I mean, that's what you did last night, isn't it?"

"Sis, please, not here."

"I said take your fucking shirt off!" I yelled in his face.

Mark flinched, then, reaching up, started to unbutton his shirt. I watched until he had undone three buttons before reaching out and grabbing the sides of his shirt, I tore it open.

"No, we take clothes off like this, remember?" I asked.

Mark didn't answer, instead he reached up to grab the tie, but I beat him to it, sliding it off of his shoulders. I smiled as I dangled it in front of him. Mark slipped the shirt off, and I looped the tie back around his neck again. Stepping forward, I grabbed the ends and, making a quick knot, gave it a hard yank. Mark gasped as the tie tightened around his throat. 

"Ohh, I like that," I said softly.

Reaching down, I unbuckled his belt and tugged it off of him. 

"Now strip," I told him as I looped the belt over my neck, letting it hang across my shoulders.

Mark hesitated and I gave the tie another yank. I held it tightly until my brother reached down and unzipped his pants. I let up on the tie and, stepping back, watched as Mark pulled his pants down and stepped out of them, removing his shoes and socks as he did. Straightening, Mark started to pull his underwear down, but I stopped him with another hard pull.

"Keep those on. I don't even want to see that fucking thing!" I hissed at him. "Now get on your knees."

Mark shook his head.

"Megan, I'm sorry but...Ow!!"

Mark cried out in pain, as, stepping forward, I raised my foot, stomped down as hard as I could, driving the point of my heel into the top of his bare foot. As my brother raised his foot off of the floor, I yanked down hard on the tie, causing him to fall to the floor.

"On your fucking knees!" I screamed at him.

Mark went down onto his hands and knees. I immediately swung my leg catching his wrist and knocking his hand out from under him. Mark went down to one side and with no hesitation I stomped on his other hand. He cried out in pain and ended up face down on the carpet. I placed my foot in the middle of his back and leaned forward, my weight driving my heel into his flesh. I heard Mark's breath hiss between his teeth, but he didn't say anything.

"See, says it right on your back." I pointed out. "Lex Talionis."

I dragged my heel along his back and across the huge letters tattooed there. Removing my foot I walked around behind him, and bending over reached down underneath him to grab the tie. 

"Get up on your knees!" 

Mark gagged as, using both hands, I hauled him up to his knees by his neck. Letting go of the tie, I took a couple of steps back. Sliding the belt from around my neck, I whipped it around and, with a practiced flick of my wrist, snapped it into Mark's back. He cried out as just the tip caught him just under his neck.

"Oh, does that hurt, Mark?" I asked. "You should try it across your bare ass, like you did to me last night." 

Up until this point, I had been in control, toying with Mark and being deliberately over the top. But as I spoke, the memory of last night sent a flash of rage through me. I raised my arm up and around and, stepping closer, brought the belt down as hard as I could. There was a loud cracking sound as the leather bit into my brother's back, and I smiled as he cried out in pain and surprise. I swung again, and I felt the impact of the belt all the way up to my shoulder as I put all of my weight behind it. Mark had started to fall forward to his hands and knees, but, reaching out, I yanked him back with the tie.

"You stay right there and take it just like I had too!" I snarled at him.

Taking a couple of steps back, I started snapping the belt into him. I had spent three months as a professional Dominatrix, in a private sex club in New York, and, using the belt as a whip, expertly played it up and down my brother's exposed back. The blows had nowhere near the force as the other's had, but they were sharper, only the tip of the leather belt making contact before I flicked my wrist again. To his credit, Mark sat there on his knees and took it. This enraged me even more, as now that he knew what was coming, he wasn't crying out in pain anymore, but just grunting with each blow. This enflamed me even more; I aimed higher and the next blow caught Mark on the side of the head, striking his left ear.

Mark yelled in pain, his hand going to his ear. Spurred on by his cry, I snapped the belt again and smiled. My brother had immediately covered his right ear, figuring I would aim for it next. Instead, he cried out again as the belt bit into the soft skin of the side of his neck. Mark covered his head with his arms, and another wave of anger went through me.

"Put your fucking hands down!" I shouted. "I couldn't defend myself!" 

Without being aware I was going to do it, I stepped forward and kicked Mark in the back. Years of dancing had left me with strong legs, and I used every ounce of that strength as I drove the heel of my shoe into the middle of his back. Mark fell onto his face but immediately rolled over onto his knees to face me. Without thinking, I whipped the belt directly at his face, and only my brother's amazing reflexes saved him from losing an eye. Mark had snapped his head to the side and, as I brought the belt around again, slapped it away from him.

"Enough!" he snapped. "You're going to..."

"Going to what? Hurt you?" I demanded, letting the belt come back and coil around my arm. "What did you do to me? You beat me with this, Mark!" I held up the belt. "And I couldn't even fight back! So you put your fucking hands down!"

Mark stared hard at me; his chest was heaving. I watched a trickle of blood drip from his left ear and down his neck. I was looking into his eyes and saw that they were getting darker. He was getting pissed. Well, too fucking bad, if I had to, I would turn this into a straight out fight, and see just how far he would let me take it. The coke was humming through me, and I felt as if I could hold my own even against my professionally trained and batshit crazy brother. After all, we were from the same family, and he wasn't the only one with a temper.

"I was fucking helpless last night!" I shouted at him. "I swear to Christ, Mark, I will fight you if you don't give me what I want! I'll make you hurt me again, is that what you want?"

Mark looked into my icy blue eyes for another moment before bowing his head.

"I'm at your mercy," he whispered.

As he spoke, he leaned forward and stretched his legs out until he was lying on his stomach, his face inches from my feet. I looked down at him, and, even through the dark colors of his Baphomet tattoo, I could see the welts where the belt had struck him. There had to be over a dozen, and his back was bleeding from where I had kicked him. I let out a deep breath as Mark's complete surrender to me caused me to calm down. Well, it calmed the rage, anyway. In place of that burning anger, another feeling was beginning to rise; that of desire. I hadn't planned on there being anything sexual about this. 

I had come to get my revenge and to turn my brother against me once and for all. However, at the sight of my brother lying at my feet, totally at my mercy, I felt my pussy beginning to respond. Pushing my right foot closer to his face, I whispered, "Lick them."

Mark hesitated for a few seconds, then, lifting his head, he gently swirled his tongue across my toes. Unable to hold it back, a soft moan escaped me as Mark began to manage to suck my big toe into his mouth.

"Good boy." I said quietly, "you might just be able to make this easy on yourself if you can behave like this." 

That was an outright lie of course, but I had decided that I should have a little fun before things turned ugly. 

"Hmm, that is nice," I cooed as Mark went onto to suck the next toe. 

I let him work his way across my toes, then, sliding that foot back, put the other in front of him. My pussy was practically dripping at this point, and I decided I wanted a better show. Dropping down to one knee, I reached down and, removing the tie from Mark's neck, replaced it with the belt. I stood up and pulled, tightening it and causing Mark to gasp.

"Come on, doggy, let's go for a walk."

I began to walk backwards, tugging on the belt. Mark obediently rose to his hands and knees and began crawling as I led him towards his desk. My pussy gushed at the sight of my badass brother on all fours for his sister. My pussy flowed even heavier, and I could feel my clit already beginning to ache for release. I pulled Mark around the desk until he was alongside of it and told him, "Get up on your knees."

As Mark did as I said, I sat back in his chair and, after angling it so I was facing him, whipped my right leg up and around, placing it on top of the desk. My heeled foot landed inches from Mark's face, but, to his credit, he didn't flinch.

"Take my shoes off."

"Yes, Megan. "Mark said softly as he began to untie the strap from around my ankle.

I noticed his fingers were trembling and could tell by the look in his eyes that he was confused with where this was going, but like me, lust was beginning to take over. Mark slipped the shoe from my foot, which I then raised and rubbed along the side of his face. My brother's lips parted and his breath picked up as my bare foot caressed his cheek. Unable to resist, I curled my toes against the bruised flesh below his eye, causing him to wince. I let my foot rest against his face, enjoying the fact that I knew how badly Mark wanted to kiss it, but was waiting for permission. Putting my left leg up onto the edge of the desk, I hiked my skirt up. Reaching down, I slid my red thong to one side. Mark's eyes widened and I smiled as he , unconsciously, I'm sure, licked his lips as he took in his sister's smooth, pink, glistening pussy. 

"How's that look, little brother?" I asked as I brought my other hand down, spreading myself in front of him.

Mark swallowed hard before answering, "Perfect, my sister's pussy is perfect."

"Sister?" I shook my head. "Not today, dog. Today, I think 'Mistress' would be more appropriate."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Better," I told him, then sighed as I slid my fingers through the soft wet folds of my pussy.

I moaned softy as I plunged two fingers inside and, as my brother watched, pumped slowly in and out. Removing them, I brought them up to my face and, taking a deep breath, sighed. With a nasty smirk, I leaned over and, reaching out, placed my fingers directly under my brother's nose. Mark inhaled and his eyes rolled as he took in the sweet scent of his sister's pussy. I felt my pussy gush at the look of absolute desire that took over my brother's face. I had just whipped him and caused him to bleed, yet all he could think of right now was my hot little pussy.

"You like that?" I asked.

"Yes, Me...Yes, Mistress."

"Good catch. Bet you'd like a taste, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," Mark said softly.

"Should I let you?" I asked as I rubbed my fingers across his lips.

Mark remained in control of himself, keeping his mouth closed as I teased him. When I pulled my fingers back slightly, he answered, "I don't deserve it."

"Damn straight, you don't!" I exclaimed.

Bringing my hand to my face, I slipped my fingers into my mouth and sucked hard on them. I moaned at the taste of myself as well as the look of disappointment on my brother's face. Taking my fingers from my mouth, I looked at my brother.

"That was, however, a very good answer, Mark. So I'll tell you what, you can lick my foot instead."

I put my foot on the desk in front of his face. Mark leaned forward and had just begun to open his mouth when he caught himself.

"May I?" he asked.

"Oh, that was very good, Mark." I nodded in approval. "Go ahead."

"Thank you."

Mark began to slide his tongue around the base of my toes, but I stopped him with a sudden yank on the belt.

"No!" I snapped. "Do not nibble like a lover. You lick them like the dog you are."

"Sorry, Mistress."

"You should be!" I told him. "You know you're not even worthy of my feet, but they do need a good washing. Now I don't want you kissing or teasing. I want you to clean them."

"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress."

I sat back and had to stifle a moan of pleasure, as, placing his tongue at my heel; Mark ran it along the length of my foot to the tips of my toes then back down again. I leaned back farther in the chair and, seeing that he was watching, brought my hand back down and began to stroke my clit. This time, I lost the battle and moaned as Mark resumed licking my foot and as my finger rubbed across my swollen clit.

"Faster! You're enjoying it too much!" I snapped. I let him get a few more licks in before pulling my foot back and replacing it with my other."Go ahead," I told him.

Mark removed my shoe and immediately began licking my other foot. I groaned again as my fingers worked my pussy, and I watched my brother tongue my foot. I was breathing heavy, as my pussy yearned to cum from my own touch. As good as Mark's tongue felt, it was even more of a turn on to see that look of lust in my brother's eyes as they remained focused between my legs. I gasped, and my hips twitched as I rubbed my clit harder. I then moaned as Mark let out a soft whimper as he watched me getting myself off. When Mark and I used to play the Game when we were younger, I would frequently, as a punishment, make him watch me cum, not allowing him to help. That had been my plan now, but, upon thinking about it, why should I make myself cum when my brother's soft and very talented tongue could make me cum so much harder? I slowed my fingers, as I also thought that it would be the last time, and, hell, I had let Tommy get one more taste, so how could I not allow my brother the same privilege?

"Stop."

As Mark sat back on his knees, I stood up from the chair. 

"Get up," I told him, tugging on the belt.

Mark stood and I refrained from licking my own lips as I saw the enormous bulge in his boxers. Not only was there a bulge, but a wet spot where the head of his cock was dripping. As I pulled Mark over to me, I didn't know what was sicker, that he was hard after how I had treated him, or that I even wanted his cock after what he had done to me last night. When Mark was standing directly in front of me, I grabbed his shoulders and, stepping away, pointed at the chair.

"Sit down."

Mark obeyed.

Grabbing my purse, I walked behind the chair. Removing the handcuffs I had taken from Mark's bedroom, I said, "Put your arms behind the chair."

Mark hesitated and, grabbing the belt, I pulled on it while bracing my knee against the back of the chair. I heard him gag and, a moment later, he dropped his arms to his sides. Letting the belt go, I grabbed his wrists and pulled them together. The chair was wide and I really had to pull to get Mark's wrists to cross. I heard him grunt as I stretched his arms far enough to be able to slap the cuffs on. Standing up behind him, I glanced down at my purse and thought about my final surprise. Now? No, I wanted to get off first. 

"Megan," Mark said softly. "This is my office, I..."

"No worries, Mark." I said as, walking back in front of him, I showed him the key. "I brought this along. You won't be trapped here." Not for too long, anyway, I added to myself.

"And it's 'Mistress' to you," I told him.

"Yes, Mistress, I'm..." Mark's response turned into a yelp as I grabbed his nipples and gave them a hard twist.

"Don't misbehave now, little brother," I said, shaking my head. "After all, I am about to give you something you don't deserve, the chance to suck on my hot little pussy and cum on your worthless face." I shrugged. "Unless you don't want to."

"I...it would be my pleasure." Mark said as, once again, desire for his sister replaced any misgivings he had for his present predicament.

"It had better be my pleasure," I corrected him as, reaching under my skirt, I slid my thong down my legs. Kicking it aside, I looked behind me and, with a nasty smirk, bent over and, with a sweep of my arm, cleared everything off of his desk.

"Megan!" Mark exclaimed as folders and papers flew everywhere. "My work that's..."

He gagged as I gave the belt a vicious tug.

"My work!" I repeated in a mocking tone. "Stop your fucking whining! You have a chance to lick my pretty little pussy, a chance you don't deserve, and you're worried about fucking papers!"I paused, then added, "Christ, I wish you wouldn't make so much noise."

I nodded in satisfaction when I saw Mark flinch at that remark.

I couldn't help but toss out another. "I like you so much better when you're quiet."

"That's okay, though," I said as I sat up on his desk. "I figure, if you're going to flap your tongue, then at least I can put it to good use."

The chair was on wheels and, tugging on the belt, I pulled it right up to the desk. Still holding the belt, I leaned back on my elbows. Swinging my legs up, I draped them over Mark's shoulders and pushed my hips up, holding my pussy inches from his face.

"Don't you dare lick yet!" I told him as he started to open his mouth.

Wrapping my leg around the back of his head, I pulled his face directly into my pussy. Rocking my hips, I began to grind my slippery, wet slit in, rubbing my juice all over him. I moaned at how good rubbing my clit against his face felt, as well as the little whimper that came from my brother as he desperately wanted to lick his sister's pussy.

"Yeah, you want your sister's pussy, Mark?"

"Yes, Mistress," he mumbled into my flesh.

"Forget that," I said. "It's a fun game, but I want you to tell me how bad you want to taste your sister's pussy." After all, it would be the last time I would be able to hear it.

"I love to lick my big sister's pussy," Mark whispered. "Please let me," he added, all but whining.

"Oohhh, I like that little whimper," I cooed. "Go ahead and put your tongue out."

Mark did as I said and I began to slide up and down again, letting his tongue run the length of my pussy. I gasped as he reached my clit. Moving my hips in a circular motion, I moaned as his soft tongue caressed my hard clit. I raised my hips sliding his tongue through my wet lips and sighed.

"Oh, that's nice, little brother, maybe you're not so useless, after all. Of course, I am doing the work, but better that than trust your sorry efforts." 

I brought my clit back to the tip of his tongue.

"Now go ahead, swirl it around a little, nice and slow, nice and soft."

I moaned again as, like it always did, the coke had me more sensitive than usual, and I had already been worked up. Not wanting to cum this quickly, I pulled my clit from his mouth.

"Yeah, you being a good little puppy, Mark? You doing a good job on your sister's pussy? The pussy you don't deserve?" I lifted up a little."Go ahead; shove your tongue into that hot, wet pussy."

Mark leaned his head in and shoved his tongue hard into my pussy. Unable to help it, I squealed in delight as my brother's rigid tongue plunged into my steamy pussy. I pulled on the belt and whispered, "Go ahead."

Taking his cue, Mark began moving his head back and forth, sliding his tongue in and out of me.

"Ohh, yeah," I moaned. "Look at you, tongue fucking your sister. Licking that pussy you don't deserve." 

I raised and lowered my hips to let Mark's tongue find my clit and whimpered as, after just grinding it into his face, I could feel my thighs starting to tremble.

"You enjoying your sister's pussy, little brother?"

"Oh, yeah." Mark breathed into me.

"Yeah, well, at least one of us is," I lied. "Tell you what, Mark, you got less than a minute to get me off, or I'll get myself off and you can sit there and watch."




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 37



As Mark swirled his tongue faster and I drew my other leg up and, crossing them, forced Mark's face even deeper between my legs. As I felt the orgasm getting closer, I reached down and spread myself open. I moaned loudly as I felt Mark take my clit into his mouth.

"That's it! Suck it! Suck your sister's clit, Mark! Get her off right in your face, all over that smug face of yours! Prove that tongue's good for something besides whining. Oh oh..." 

I gasped as I felt the orgasm beginning to race through me. I arched my back off the desk and pulled on the belt, pinning my brother's mouth against my dripping pussy. 

"Oh, yes!" I whimpered, unable to control myself. "Oh right there! Faster!" 

Not caring if Jim was somewhere in the office or not, I threw my head back and let out a long, loud wail of pleasure as the orgasm slammed through my body. I bucked my hips wildly into my brother's still moving tongue, crying out again as I felt my pussy convulse and gush into my brother's already soaking wet face. I wailed again as I continued to writhe and squirm on my brother's desk, greedily milking every ounce of pleasure that I could from the last orgasm my brother would ever give me. I released one last shuddering moan as the last wave of the orgasm flowed through me. I let my hips down and collapsed, gasping, onto the desk.

As I panted, I was aware of the sound of gasping and realized that the entire time I had been cumming, I had been pulling hard on the belt. Looking down between my legs, I saw Mark's glistening face turning red and his eyes starting to bulge. I let go of the belt and, sliding my legs off of his shoulders, let them drop and dangle off of the desk.

"Goddamn," I whispered.

I lay on the desk for another couple of minutes, waiting for my heart to stop pounding. After awhile, I realized that it wasn't going to. My heart wasn't pounding from exertion, but from nerves; it was time. Sitting up, I slid off the desk to stand in front of my brother, who was still panting. Taking his chin in my hand, I was going to tell him that it was time for his punishment, but, as I looked down, I once again found myself staring at that amazing cock straining against his now soaking wet underwear. I thought for a moment, then shrugged, I had already gone against my plan, so why not? Only fitting I take one more ride on that big beautiful cock. 

"I came hard, little brother," I told him. "So know what? Fair is fair, so I'm going to be a hell of a lot better to you then you were to me and let you fuck me." I gave him a soft smile and gently touched his cheek. "Would you like that, Mark? Want your big sister to ride that nice hard cock?" 

"Y...yes, oh yes," Mark said softly.

"Okay," I nodded. "But we'll have to see if you can, though, because see, this is where the Game comes in."

As Mark's eyes narrowed, I reached down, and, as he lifted his hips, tugged his boxers off of his hips and down to the floor.

"Damn," I said as I stared at his ten inch plus cock standing straight up from his lap.

Reaching down, I grabbed it and squeezed. Mark groaned as a shot of his sticky precum squirted out. Sliding my hand up, I rubbed my palm across the sensitive head, causing Mark's hips to twitch as he moaned loudly. Letting his cock go, I showed him my now sticky hand.

"Messy little puppy," I told him, then, placing my palm against his face, whispered, "Lick it off.

Mark obediently licked himself from my hand, causing my pussy to begin getting worked up again. Reaching up, I pulled the straps of the sundress down and, tugging the cups of my bra down, allowed my small, perky tits to pop out. Leaning forward, I pushed my right nipple into his mouth. Mark moaned as he eagerly sucked my tit into his mouth. I let him suck on it for a minute before removing it and replacing it with my other tit. I sighed contentedly and even began stroking Mark's hair as his tongue swirled around my hard, pink nipple. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, I was slipping, I had to do this now before I lost my nerve. I found myself wishing I had brought some coke up here, to give myself that last extra push.

As Mark continued to suck on my nipple, I reached down and tapped his thigh. Getting my meaning, Mark closed his legs together. Putting my right hand on his shoulder, I swung my leg over his so that I was straddling his hips and, grabbing his cock with my left, lowered myself until I felt the tip of his cock against my pussy. Mark whimpered as I let myself down a couple of inches, letting just the tip enter me. 

I wiggled my hips back and forth, causing him to moan, "Oh, please?"

"Yeah, little brother?" I asked. "You ready for this?"

"Oh, yes," Mark gasped as I let myself down a little further. "Please let me have it, Megan."

"Well, how can I deny that?" I asked, then moaned myself as I let my weight go, impaling myself on my brother's cock.

I sat on his lap, enjoying the feeling of being completely full of my brother's hard flesh, then started raising and lowering myself with my legs. I sighed in pleasure as my brother's amazing cock slid in and out of my needy little pussy and began moving faster. Mark let his head fall back against the chair and closed his eyes. I frowned as I saw a slight smile on his face as he enjoyed his big sister riding him. No, this wouldn't do, it was time to end this once and for all. I stood up, sliding Mark's cock from inside of me and, as he opened his eyes, I walked around the chair to stand behind him.

"What are you..."

"I told you, Mark, we're going to play a game, "I answered as, bending down, I reached into my purse and brought out the ball gag I had stopped and bought on my way over. I straightened, and standing directly behind him, adjusted the strap so it would easily slide over his head. Taking a deep breath, I reached out and, running my fingers through Mark's thick black hair, grabbed it and pulled his head back. Not roughly, but enough so that he was looking up at me. Keeping the gag out of sight, I reached down and started caressing the side of his neck. Mark had taught me quite a bit of self defense, including the fact that there is a nerve cluster located just behind the ear. Putting my thumb behind his ear, I let the breath out and, as hard as I could, jammed it into the place behind his ear. 

Mark screamed in pain, and, as his mouth opened I swung my hand up and jammed the ball into his mouth. Mark's head immediately snapped forward, which is what I wanted. I had been holding the strap, and Mark's moving forward had helped slide it over his head. I whipped it down the rest of the way and, as Mark bucked violently in the chair, yanked on the edge of the strap, tightening it as much as I could. I immediately stepped back as Mark screamed through the gag and desperately strained against the hand cuffs. 

I stood there, my heart pounding as Mark thrashed wildly in the chair, all the while trying to scream. I put my head down and told myself that this was for the best. Leaning forward, I grabbed Mark's hair to hold his head still and began whispering in his ear.

"Are you still making noise you little rat?" I asked. "Go ahead, keep trying to scream, no one will hear you, Mark, I'm tired of hearing you, and so is everyone else, you noisy little rat." Mark threw himself backwards into the chair so hard it banged into me, almost knocking me over. Grabbing the belt, I pulled it hard once, again bracing my knee against the seat. Mark struggled for another minute before stopping; the screaming through the gag had changed to a gurgling as the belt choked him. Another moment and I felt his body slump as he stopped struggling. I let up on the belt, but kept it in my hand, just in case.

"Oh, come on, Mark," I said, speaking in his ear again. "Did you really think you were off the hook? I whip you a few times, then we were going to fuck, and it would all be okay?"

Mark moaned into the gag, I felt my resolve slip as the sound was nothing short of pathetic. Closing my eyes, I envisioned the pain he had caused me last night. Opening them, I continued.

"You hurt me the way I was hurt as a girl, Mark, the one thing that I had always been afraid of, to the point I didn't even trust guys, it was part of why I seduced you in the first place, because you loved me, and I knew you would never hurt me." I paused. "Guess I was wrong, wasn't I?"

Mark leaned his head forward and suddenly threw it back. I moved at the last second, barely avoiding the back of his head catching me in the face.

"Oh, that was not nice, little brother!" I snapped, then slapped him hard in the back of the head. "Now stay still and shut up, because if you play along, I'll take the damn thing off, you want that right?"

Mark nodded and whimpered through the gag again.

"Anyway, where was I?" I tapped my finger on his shoulder as if I couldn't remember. "Oh, yes, what you did to me, so I had to get even, Mark, I mean 'an eye for an eye,' isn't that right, little brother?"

Mark's response was to let his head fall forward and begin to sob through the gag. I shook my head. Definitely could have used some more coke.

"So you raped me the way Frank did, and now I'll keep you quite the way Max did. I mean, that's fair, right?"

Mark continued to sob and, leaning over, I put my arms around his shoulders, hugging him. I could feel his entire body trembling and fought back another wave of pity.

"But see, I'm going to give you something you didn't give me last night, Mark, I'm going to give you a chance."

I walked back around to face him. Mark had his head down, but when I came around, he looked up at me. Facing him was a mistake, Mark's eyes were wide with fear, and there tears flowing down his cheeks. His eyes met mine, and he whimpered against the gag, I didn't have to hear it to know it was the word 'please.' I shook my head sadly and he started to sob again. Once again, locking onto the emotions of last night, I reached out and, grabbing both of his cheeks, held his head still. 

"Listen to me, Mark, I..." I stopped as Mark yanked his head from my hands, and kicking out, caught me in the hip. 

I staggered backwards, then watched as, kicking out with both legs this time, Mark caught the desk with his feet and succeeded in getting the chair to begin to fall backwards. Lunging forward, I grabbed the belt and kept the chair up by yanking him forward. As the chair settled back onto the floor, I reared back and slapped Mark hard in the face.

"Stop it!" I yelled in his face. "I swear, Mark, if you don't stop, I will leave you here! Leave you here all night like this! You want that?"

Mark's eyes widened in terror and he vigorously shook his head.

"Okay," I said softly.

Leaning forward again, I took his face in my hands, but this time, gently.

"I'm sorry I hit you, but I'm trying to give you your chance, okay?"

Mark whimpered but nodded.

"Okay, see, Max used to let you out of that closet whenever he felt like it, but I'll make a deal with you, little brother, an easy one."

At the mention of Max, Mark moaned into the gag and began crying harder. Taking my eyes from his face, I spoke.

"See, little brother, all I wanted was for you to fuck me last night, just spend some time with your fucked up sister, and that would have been that, but you not only turned me down, but you ended up hurting me, so, tell you what, you give me what I want, and I'll take that nasty gag out of your mouth and let you go."

Mark stared at me as if I were crazy and I smiled at him.

"That's right, Mark, you give me a nice ride on that beautiful cock, and it's all over. Not a bad deal, no? You get let go and get to fuck your sister!" I leaned forward and kissed his cheek."So what do you say, Mark?" I laughed coldly. "Oh, that's right, you can't say anything, can you?"

Mark whimpered.

"Oh, quit your whining," I told him. "Don't you always brag that you could fuck anyone anywhere? Get hard at will, fuck in front of an audience?" I shrugged. "So let's see it, little brother, let's see how good you are."

I went to straddle him but, looking down, made a disgusted sound.

"Oh this just isn't good, Mark! You're not even hard anymore!"

I reached down and, after giving his flaccid cock a squeeze, shook my head sadly.

"Wow, over before it started." I started to pull the straps of my dress up. "Well, I guess your secretary will..."

I stopped as Mark threw his head back and let out a wail of fear against the gag. I placed my hand against his chest and could feel his heart pounding fast and hard.

"Hey, okay." I said. "Tell you what, Mark, once again, I will be nicer to you then you were to me, I'll give you some help, how's that?"Bending over, I took Mark's soft cock into my mouth and started sucking on it. Mark whimpered and I continued to suck until I noticed he wasn't getting any harder. Looking up, I said, "Now you don't even like my mouth? Damn, Mark, I'm trying to help here, I really am." I sighed. "I guess that's it."

Mark screamed again and shook his head. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Okay, one more chance, little brother, you get hard for your big sister, and it'll be okay. But this is your last chance, got it?"

Without waiting for a response, I went back to his cock. Grabbing it, I gave it several hard pumps before putting it in my mouth again. I held it there, swirling my tongue around the head and felt Mark's body tense up. I felt his cock twitch in my mouth and started sucking it slowly. Mark whimpered and his hips began to rock. His cock began to swell, and I increased the speed of my sucking.

"Hmm-mmm," I moaned encouragingly as I felt him growing even harder.

Mark was breathing hard, and I could feel his legs trembling beneath my hands as I continued to blow him. Mark braced his feet on the floor and pushed up, shoving his cock deeper into my mouth. Using my left hand, I grabbed the base of his shaft and started stroking it, jerking him off into my mouth as I continued to suck on him. Mark moaned into the gag, and I moaned, as well, as I felt his cock harden in my mouth. I could feel my pussy begin to drip as I felt my brother's entire body straining, willing himself to an erection. I began bobbing my head even faster. Mark's cock was now completely hard, and I allowed myself the guilty pleasure of sucking on it some more, getting one last good taste of my brother's hard flesh.

I sucked once more, so hard that when I released his cock from my mouth, there was a loud, wet sucking sound.

"That's a boy!" I said and, still squeezing his cock, swung my leg over his hips.

I guided him to me and groaned as I let myself go, driving his cock deep inside of me. As soon as I had Mark started trying to buck his hips, but I stopped him by standing up until his cock was barely inside of me. Mark whimpered and shook his head.

"Hey, what's the hurry?" I asked. "What? A girl can't take a nice, slow ride on her brother's cock?"

Mark uttered something that I'm sure was the word 'please' again, and I felt his cock start to go soft again. Squeezing it hard, I slipped him back inside of me and started riding him faster. Mark moaned and I did, as well, as I felt him regain his full erection. Once he was hard again, I slowed up and started sliding my hips across his, enjoying his huge thick cock filling my pussy. Mark let out a pathetic moan as I slowed down. Taking his face in my hands, I held it still so that he was looking into my eyes.

"Shhh," I cooed. "Just relax, little brother, just relax and enjoy your sister's pussy." I paused to kiss his cheek. "It used to be your favorite, no?"

Mark nodded in agreement and closed his eyes as he pushed himself to continue to fuck me. I leaned forward and rested my head on his shoulder as I continued to slowly grind my pussy into him. Mark was breathing hard in my ear, and I could feel him trembling against me. He was making soft whimpering noises that were a cross between fear and pleasure. Despite all that, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and, closing my eyes, pretended that things were different, that Mark wanted to be with me. I envisioned us at one of the cute little bed and breakfasts we used to go to when were younger and would go away for the weekends to get away from friends and family and enjoy are forbidden passion.

I moaned and started raising myself up and down, riding Mark harder and faster. Even as I moaned in pleasure, as I drove myself on and off of my brother's huge dick, I could feel myself getting emotional, how had it come to this? Why couldn't we have always been together like we were back then? Mark whimpered in my ear, and it broke the spell; we could never be because of things like this. Somehow, someway, I always caused those around me pain. Pushing back the tears, I sat straight up on Mark's lap and, leaning back, grabbed the edge of the desk with my hands. Bringing my legs up one at a time, I braced my feet on Mark's thighs and started bucking my hips harder. 

Mark groaned into the gag, and started bucking his own hips into me. I stopped moving mine and held myself up letting my brother drive his cock into me. Mark whimpered again and he started fucking me even harder. He was covered in sweat and every muscle in his body was taut as he strained desperately to cum. 

"Oh, yes!" I cried as, matching my brother's rhythm, I began slamming myself down into his thrusts. 

Mark was groaning and his legs were shaking badly. Realizing that he probably couldn't cum at this angle, even in the best of situations, I dropped my legs down and stood up. Mark let out a loud cry against the gag, as he thought I was toying with him.

"It's okay, little brother, I'm going to make it easier," I whispered as I once again straddled him.

I guided him into me, then began riding him furiously. Mark released a long groan as I slammed myself up and down as fast as I could. I was drawing his cock almost all the way out before driving myself back down onto him. Mark's breath was coming in sharp gasps and, after several savage thrusts with his hips, he let out a long whimper and his cock exploded inside of me. 

"Ohhh," I moaned as I began to rock back and forth on my brother's lap.

Mark was gasping and groaning as, each time I pushed his cock deep inside of me, he received another long, hot spurt of cum. I sighed in pleasure as my brother painted the inside of his sister's pussy. Mark whimpered softly, and his body twitched as he stopped moving his hips. I tightened my pussy around his cock, and Mark whimpered again as I milked a couple more drops from his spent cock.

"Oh, that's it, baby," I whispered. "You give your big sister every drop."

Mark moaned and I felt his body go limp, slumping into the chair. I started to get off of him, but instead, impulsively hugged him to me. Cradling his head to my chest, I held him tightly, my arms wrapped around his shoulders. I rested my head on top of his and allowed myself another few moments of closeness to the man who should have been my everything, but, through a cruel twist of fate, was the one man I could never have. Mark remained still for a moment, then started struggling against me.

"Shhh," I cooed to him. "Just stay there and let your sister hold you one more time, little brother." I sighed as I absently began stoking his hair. "I'm sorry our last time had to be like this, Mark. It wasn't supposed to be. This should have been over last night, but you went ahead and hurt me."

Leaning back, I looked down into his bulging, frightened eyes and shook my head sadly.

"Then, because you're better than I deserved, you felt bad that you did." I grunted disgustedly. "Really made things harder than they should have been."

Leaning over, I kissed Mark on the forehead and, getting up, pulled my bra up and began to fix the straps of my dress. Mark shouted against the gag and started struggling against the chair again. I looked once more into his tear-filled eyes and, summoning up my nerve, smiled coldly at him. 




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"Sorry, Mark, you didn't stop for me, even when I used the word, so guess what?" I reached out and touched his cheek. "Payback's a bitch." 

I turned away from him and winced as he began screaming into the gag. Keeping my back to him, I picked my purse up and, bending over, slipped my sandals back on. I walked around to the other side of the desk and, on a whim, reached down and picked his pants up. Reaching into the back pocket, I took out his wallet and, opening it, removed the cash he had in it. Turning to see him staring at me, I held up the money.

"Thanks Mark!" 

Tucking the money into my bra, I began to leave, then, remembering the final touch, walked over to the window that overlooked downtown Providence. It was now dark out and, after pulling the blind down, I walked over to the door. I heard Mark start to sob behind me and turned to look at him one last time. As he saw me looking, he began to shake his head wildly back and forth, pleading with his eyes for me to let him go. I shrugged and shook my head at him. Mark threw his head back and let out a loud wail behind the gag. I noticed he wasn't even fighting anymore, just crying. I opened the door and backing out of it, stopped.

"So, Mark, I have one last question for you."

As I spoke, I reached out and put my hand on the light switch. Mark froze and, shaking his head, he let out the most pathetic whimper I had ever heard.

"So, little brother," I began, smiling grimly at him. "Who's broken now?"

As Mark wailed in terror, I shut the light off and closed the door behind me, plunging the room into the darkness that had terrified my brother since he was a child. As I hurriedly walked down the corridor, trying to ignore the muffled screams behind me, I whispered, "Goodbye, my beautiful, little brother, I really did love you."

A half hour later, I was doing eighty down ninety-five south, trying to put as much distance between myself and Rhode Island as I could, as quickly as I could. As I crossed the state line into Connecticut, I slowed down and, reaching under the seat, pulled out the bottle of Captain Morgan. I took the last few swallows, then, after tossing the bottle into the back seat, picked up my cell phone. I dialed the main number to Mark's firm, then, after listening to the directory, dialed Jim Howard's extension. I almost hung up, thinking he had left when he answered.

"This is Jim."

"Hey, Jim" I replied, keeping my voice deliberately low. "I think you have a problem."

"Excuse me?" Jim asked.

"Well, you don't, but there's a disturbance in your firm."

"Who is this?" 

"Never mind who this is, you need to go down and check on Mr. Phillips. I think he could use some help."

"Help?" Jim repeated. "What is this, a joke?"

"No, Jim, Mark's in trouble, it seems as if," I giggled into the phone. "It seems as if he's gotten himself into quite a bind. Bye now."

Without waiting for a reply, I hung up the phone. I went to put it away, then, looking at it, changed my mind. Rolling down the window, I tossed the phone out onto the highway. I rolled the window back up, then, after turning up the radio, pushed my foot down on the gas and laughed delightedly.

After years of struggle and heartache, I was finally free.

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Authors note: Next up Dark Days Part Three. As always votes, comments and feedback appreciated. Three chapters left. Thank you for reading Lovecraft68



Siblings with Benefits Ch. 38



Author's note; This chapter is the finale of Dark Days. Although there is no scenes of non consent as there were in the previous two chapters, I will put it out there that this chapter is a bit on the dark side. Once again a big thank you to Sydney Blake who again was kind enough to edit this oh so cheery chapter. Now as for dedications, I started this idea a bit late in the game and am going to mention a few people. Merice, Stillunknown, VinnieP, Bigurlluv, and Luvstaread all people who have been very support over the duration of this series. Now I want to put out another dedication, and that one is to all those suffer from and are affected by addiction. Both those who have managed to keep their addiction in check, and others who still battle their demons on a daily basis. I also want to mention those whose loved ones are plagued by addiction. In ways we suffer as much as they do. Living and dying with every up and down that we see those close to us go through with their daily battles and fighting that constant feeling of helplessness knowing that in the end there is very little we can do, but love them and hope for the best. As always thank you for reading Lovecraft68

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I looked up from the journal and wiped at the tears that were streaming down my face. There were points when I had to wipe at my eyes to finish the last couple of pages because I kept tearing up. Giving in to them now, I set the journal down and put my head in my hands and sobbed. Finally, I grabbed the box of tissues from the nightstand and used a handful to wipe at my eyes and face until I gained some control over myself. 

I picked the journal back up and stared at it. I had been right in thinking that nothing good could come of this. In fact, Mark and I had made a pact never to discuss that twenty-four hour stretch of time during which we hurt each other terribly. 

Then again, underneath the pain of reliving that brutal night and the anguish of how bad off I was, there was a hint of appreciation. I felt grateful that I was here to be able to read about it. I had been so sick back then, full of such self-loathing that I really thought I would be helping my loved ones by dying. What about all the good times I'd shared with Mom since then? And my father and I got along so well now. And in spite of everything, my brother and I had not only made amends, but we were closer than ever. 

Although still not as close as Mark had hoped we would be. 

Pushing that thought aside, I swallowed hard and once again stared at the book. There was still a section left to go. I had written in it often in New York, using it to chronicle my final fall into disgrace and what I felt would be my ultimate release from this world and the pain it held for me. 

Why stop now? Opening the book, I started flipping through the pages, looking for anything more significant than "Got fucked up again," or "Walked the street last night." 

I skimmed through the entries describing my first couple of months in New York. Julie and I had taken up where we left off, becoming lovers as well as partying constantly. I shook my head as I read about bouncing from strip club to strip club, getting so messed up I couldn't even hold a job. 

I lingered on the first entry that mentioned my using heroin. 

From there, things had gone downhill even faster. Julie and I lost our apartment and lived with a guy who pimped us out, paying us in drugs as we used our bodies to make him money. I was once beaten so badly by a John that I spent three days in a hospital. I lied to the cops and doctors, saying I had no family. 

After that, Julie and I ended up on the streets and, eventually, a homeless shelter. Even then, I was hooking. All the money I made went straight into my arm, so I didn't even care that I was sleeping on a mat on the floor with a bunch of other junkies and tragic tales. 

I slowed my skimming as I found the journal entry that mentioned Julie's brother Tony. She had run from him, but he worked at the shelter and saw her there. Tony let us come live with him in his squalid apartment in Hell's Kitchen. He had been a heroin junkie himself but was clean now and trying to help others; he tried desperately to help Julie and me, tried to keep us clean and to keep the guys away from us. 

There was no helping those who did not want it, however, and I still did whatever I could to keep using. Tony had hardly any money, and Julie and I would trick not just for drugs but rent. Tony tried to stop us, but we had no choice. That is, until the two of us became so used up that no one would even pay for us anymore. That was when I knew the end was coming. 

I wiped my eyes again as I neared the end of the journal. I looked at an entry that mentioned trying to stay clean, not so that I could get healthy, but so that I could afford enough heroin for one last dose, enough to kill me. I started to flip forward but stopped when Tommy's name leaped out at me. Taking a deep breath, I sat back onto the bed and began to read about my last day in Hell's Kitchen. 

Dark Days Part Three.

On the morning of the day I was going to die, I dreamt of my brother. We were lying in my bed on a rainy Saturday morning, and I awoke to Mark's gently kissing my shoulder. I laid there with my eyes closed, pretending to sleep, enjoying his sweet efforts to wake me. Mark moved my long black hair to the side and began to plant soft kisses across the top of my back. As his soft lips worked the smooth skin of my back, his arm encircled my waist and his hand lightly caressed my stomach.

I was facing away from him and allowed myself a smile as his strong hand slid slowly down my stomach towards my pussy. His fingers stopped just above my clit, then trailed back up my stomach.

"Awww, don't tease, little brother." I whispered.

"Faker." Mark said in my ear.

I giggled, and then moaned as my brother's hand found my left tit. After giving it a playful squeeze, his fingers began teasing my hard, pink nipple. I sighed as he nuzzled into my hair and started kissing the soft creamy skin of my neck. His arm was under my head, and he brought it up to not only play with my other tit, but to pull me back into his embrace. I wrapped my own arms around his while angling my head back to give him better access to my neck. Could it get any better than this?

It did, as, after sliding his arm out from under me, Mark rolled me over onto my back. Leaning over, his lips found mine, and I moaned in my throat as I opened my mouth to allow his tongue to enter and slide across mine. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, drawing him deeper into our long, passionate kiss. I whimpered through the kiss as Mark's hand slid between my thighs and his fingers slid into my smooth, wet pussy. I broke the kiss, unable to continue, as my brother's thumb found my clit and began rubbing it in a slow, circular motion. 

Mark didn't mind me breaking the kiss; once my lips left his, he put them to an even better use: sliding his body down on the bed, his mouth found my left nipple and began teasing and sucking on it.

"Ohhh, little brother, that is soooo nice!" I cooed as I began running my hand along his powerful back and through his thick black hair.

I could feel my brother's huge, hard cock pressing against my leg. I smiled. I knew in minutes, it would be buried deep inside of his big sister's needy little pussy. Reaching down, I slid my left arm between our bodies. Mark moaned around my nipple as, after giving his cock a good hard squeeze, I started slowly stroking it. As I pumped my brother's cock with one hand, I brought my right up and started playing with my other nipple. 

"I love watching that," Mark whispered around my tit as he watched my long, blue fingernails tease my pale, pink nipple.

"I wanna see too!" I said in my little girl voice. "Let me see you licking your sister's titties."

Mark laughed and I smiled at the sound of it. My brother had survived a hellish childhood, and I loved making him laugh and smile. I also loved making him cum, and that, I would do soon enough. In the meantime, Mark had propped himself up so I could watch him tonguing my nipple. Seeing me watching, Mark winked and placed just the tip of his tongue against my pink flesh.

"Other one's jealous," I said, giving him the pout that he could never resist.

I cupped my tit in my hand and made a show of pushing it up for him. Flashing me that beautiful smile that never failed to melt me, Mark leaned over and started sucking on my nipple. I gasped as the entire time my brother had been licking and sucking my tits, his hand had been busy between my legs, and I could feel my thighs starting to tremble. I started rocking my hips into my brother's plunging fingers. Sensing I was close, Mark pushed harder against my clit while increasing the speed of his fingers. I closed my thighs, pinning his hand against my pussy, and I started moaning as I felt the orgasm building within me. 

Mark moaned as well, as the closer I got, the faster I was pumping his dripping prick. As I arched my back off the bed, straining to cum, Mark caught my nipple between his teeth and bit down. The sudden jolt of pain sent me over the edge, and I let out a loud squeal of pleasure. Mark groaned around my nipple as I started to jerk him off even harder while the orgasm crashed through me. I bucked my hips hard against his thrusting fingers, and I let out another loud wail, letting my brother know just how much his sister was enjoying his touch. 

A moment later, I whimpered softly as the last tremors of the orgasm passed through me, and I went limp on the bed. Mark gave me a sweet kiss and started to roll over on top of me. Stopping him with my hand against his chest, I rolled over onto my side. I lifted my long leg into the air, and, taking his cue; Mark slid up behind me, hooked his arm around my thigh, and slid his huge cock effortlessly into my welcoming flesh. We both moaned as he entered me, burying his cock deep inside me and holding it there before starting to slowly thrust in and out.

"Oh yes!" I moaned as Mark started kissing my neck while he fucked me

Reaching down between my legs, I slid my hand along the length of his cock until I reached his balls. Mark groaned as I started massaging them as he fucked me. My brother's arm slid under me and, as he had before, he hugged me close to him. I gasped in pleasure as he started fucking me harder while drawing me completely into his embrace. I switched from rubbing his balls to lightly running my nails across them and smiled at the moan Mark released directly into my ear. That moan was followed by a loud gasp as I contracted my pussy even tighter around his throbbing cock. Mark began to fuck me harder and faster, and I began yelping with each deep thrust of his amazing cock.

Mark moaned again and started to slow down.

"Go ahead baby, "I whispered to him. "The folks are gone. We have all day, so just let me have it!"

Mark didn't have to be told twice, and I squealed in delight as he started fucking me hard and fast. Within minutes, he began gasping with each thrust. Sliding my hand up, I wrapped it around the base of his long, thick cock and started stroking. My brother cried out in my ear and I felt his cock explode. I released a matching cry of pleasure as I felt the inside of my pussy being sprayed with my brother's hot cum. I started pumping my hand furiously, and Mark stopped fucking me, lying still while his sister jerked him off into her pussy. Each pump of my fist released another squirt of my brother's hot, sticky fluid into me, and I moaned each time. Oh, how I loved when my brother came inside of me!

I gave his cock one more good, hard, pump and giggled as Mark gave me that adorable whimper, the one that only his big sister got to hear. I released his cock and sighed contentedly as I lowered my leg, and my brother wrapped his arms tightly around me. After a moment, Mark started to slide out of me, but I whispered, "Just stay right there, baby, I love you inside of me."

"And I love being there," Mark said softly in my ear.

We laid there, silently enjoying each other's embrace, and I sighed in pleasure as I felt my brother growing soft inside of me. Mark started to move, but I held onto his arms, keeping them around me.

"Don't get up," I whispered. "Stay here with me, please?"

"I don't think I'm tired anymore," Mark replied in my ear.

"Just stay here and hold me and you'll fall asleep, I promise." I added with a giggle, "You stay here with me, then, when I wake up again, we can go play in the shower, how's that?"

Mark laughed softly, "You drive a hard bargain, sis."

"And you drive your sister hard, little brother!" I said, laughing.

Mark laughed as well, and, to my delight, nuzzled his head into my hair and hugged me even tighter to him. We both sighed contentedly, and in a few minutes, I smiled as I heard Mark's breathing become slow and steady as he fell asleep holding his sister. I laid there awake for a couple of minutes, enjoying the feel of my brother's heartbeat against my back and the soothing sound of the rain. Closing my eyes, I thought that it truly couldn't get any better than this.

That was what I dreamt of that morning. I dreamt of my brother's sweet touch and his warm embrace. I dreamt of those wonderful Saturday mornings that we spent in my bed laughing, playing, and loving. Truly, it was my idea of heaven.

I woke up to hell.

Even though I was awake, I kept my eyes closed, wishing desperately that I could fall back to sleep and get another glimpse of my beautiful brother. As I lay there, I thought it only fitting that I had dreamt of Mark. After months of not being able to see it, I had spent the last few nights dreaming of my forest, of how beautiful and peaceful it was, and how it was waiting for me. Those dreams told me that my time was coming to an end. I had decided yesterday that today would be my last day, and the fact that I dreamt of my brother told me that I was right. It was only a dream of an old memory, but it had been a happy one, and in a way, the only real goodbye I would have.

My head jerked up and my stomach jumped at a knock on the door.

"Megan, are you awake?"

I didn't answer right away as my stomach was now twisting. Tony called out again, this time with concern in his voice.

"Megan, umm, you okay?"

I heard him try the door, but, as always, I had thrown the bolt.

"I...I'm up," I responded in the dry rasping croak that passed for my voice these days. 

Hopefully, he heard me, as I didn't think that I could speak any louder. 

"Okay," Tony answered. "We have to leave in a few minutes, alright?"

"Yeah, I'll be ready," I answered softly.

"Great, just making sure you were up."

I could hear the relief in his tone as he spoke. Tony knew how sick I was and had been trying to get me to go to the clinic. I refused. "I'm fine," I told himHe had looked at me sadly and simply nodded. 

Tony had been a hardcore heroin addict before getting clean two years ago, and he knew that I had given up. Not only had he been that close himself, but he saw it every day in the shelter where he worked, where he had found Julie and me. 

One of the many great things about Tony was that in the end, he would let people do as they felt they should. I knew he sensed I was close to the end. He'd even asked, "Are you sure you don't have family I could find for you? A friend?". For the hundredth time, I told him no, that I had no one. 

As he looked away, I could see how upset he was. I'm sure the fact that his sister, Julie, was not far from being as bad off as I was didn't help matters any. Before he got up to leave my room, I grabbed his hand and told him, "I do have one friend who cares about me," and I gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

Tony put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Try to remember that. Even one true friend is enough to get through tough times." 

I thanked him and told him to go check on his sister. That was my way of telling him, "Nice try." He nodded and left me alone.

I felt my stomach convulse and rolled over onto my side. Leaning over the edge of the bed, I hung my head over the large pan I kept there and retched. I gasped at the pain in my stomach and chest as nothing came up. I tried to take a deep breath but ended up retching again, then again.I groaned as the dry heaves tore through my frail body, and finally, with a sense of relief, my stomach twisted one more time, and I coughed up some nasty looking brown bile. I let my head hang over the bed, gasping for breath and whimpering in pain, as my chest felt as if it were on fire. Finally feeling as if I could move, I pushed myself up and grimaced at the contents of the pan, I must have thrown up a couple of times last night and not remembered. I also noticed that there was blood amidst the assorted colors of phlegm and worse. 

As I sat up, I felt something wet hit my arm and saw that my hair had fallen into the pan. Grabbing the edge of the sheet, I wiped it off as best I could before forcing myself to stand up. As I did, I looked down at the narrow cot that I had been sleeping on for the last three months. The mattress and sheet were stained with puke, and I saw there was a fresh spot from last night. Well, last night would be the last night, so no sense in trying to wipe it off. After glancing at the door as if someone could come in, I reached under the thin dirty mattress and pulled out the small plastic bag I had hidden there. With trembling hands, I brought the bag up to my face and stared at its precious contents. 

Inside the bag was the means to my end, a gram of uncut China white heroin. I'd forced myself to stay clean for the last week to save up enough money to buy it last night. Along with the packet of heroin was a blackened spoon, a needle, and a thin rubber tube. I stared longingly at the drug as I had several times since last night. Part of me just wanted to do it now, heat up the spoon and shoot up, go to sleep one last time. Wake up to my forest where there would be no pain, only peace. No, I couldn't, not yet anyway. I had to help Tony as he had helped me. With a sigh, I slid the bag back under the mattress and made my way unsteadily over to the old beat up coffee table with a small mirror on top of it that served as my bureau.

Reaching the table, I sat down hard as my legs started to give out. I found myself wondering how the hell I was going to make the three-block walk to the drugstore in a little while. Looking down at the table, I picked up one of the half-smoked cigarettes that I had grabbed out of an outdoor ashtray last night. Just before I put it in my mouth, I noticed it had red lipstick on it. As I picked up the cheap plastic Bic lighter, I wondered if the woman who had smoked this had been pretty. I had been pretty once, but not anymore. Holding the lighter with both hands to keep it steady, I lit the cigarette and took a deep drag. 

I doubled over as I was immediately beset by a coughing jag. I rested my head on the table as my eyes watered from the pain in my chest and, sitting up, disgustedly ground the cigarette out onto the scarred surface of the table. Turning my head, I spit out a glob of phlegm onto the floor and, after taking a deep breath, forced myself to look into the mirror. I felt my eyes burn, and I'm sure I would have cried if my body could come up with enough moisture to allow for tears. I was four months from my thirty-second birthday, but the haggard face looking back at me was that of an old hag.

The high cheek bones that, once upon a time, made me beautiful now stuck out of my gaunt face, giving my features a skeletal appearance. My formerly ivory complexion was a pasty white that seemed as if it were becoming grey in some spots. The full, perfect lips, the ones that many women had envied, were dry, cracked, and covered in cold sores. The long, raven black hair that was once thick and lustrous now hung limp and matted around my face. I couldn't remember how long it had been since I'd washed it.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 38



Looking straight into the mirror, I smiled sadly at what was left of my single best feature. My eyes, once an amazing shade of ice blue, were red-rimmed, dull, and lifeless. The skin underneath my eyes was sagging and a nasty shade of deep purple. The left eye was also surrounded by the yellowish tint of a faded bruise. Last week, I had blown a guy in an alley. When I asked for the money, he punched me. As he walked away, he called out over his shoulder, "Keep the change."

Reaching up, I grabbed a piece of my hair and rubbed it between my fingers. It felt as nasty as it looked. The shower had broken days ago. Tony and Julie showered at the shelter, but I hadn't gone there in awhile. After all, I could no longer eat without throwing up, so there was no point in going there for a meal. As for showering, well, I didn't care enough anymore. Even the other day when I had stopped to sniff, wondering what that nasty smell was and realizing it was me wasn't enough to get me to care. Speaking of smell, I looked down at the dirty pink t-shirt and jeans I was wearing and tried to remember if I had changed my clothes yesterday. Then I shrugged. It didn't matter, everything I had was dirty, I had used every bit of money I could scrounge for the horse, even the change I'd saved for laundry. 

On that note I did manage a few tears as looking into the mirror I put my hand on my bare neck. My plan the last few days was to walk the streets, all night if I had to, every night, until I could get the four hundred dollars I needed to get enough uncut heroin to make sure it would be my last dose. The problem was that at this point, I was so used up that even the sleaze balls that prowled the streets of Hell's Kitchen didn't want me. When I had first started hooking, I could easily get a hundred and fifty for a fuck and half that for a blow job. As time went on, however, I'd had to settle for less and less. 

I was so hard up and bad off right now that I had been taking as little as twenty dollars for whatever they wanted from me. For the last couple of weeks, that had simply been blow jobs. Plainly put, I was too nasty looking to fuck. When I would trick, I would normally wear a short skirt to show off my long legs; however, those once well-shaped legs were nothing more than sticks covered in scabs, and I now wore jeans to cover them. Even my formerly perky tits were nothing more than sagging flesh. The last guy I undressed for shook his head disgustedly and threw a twenty at me and told me to leave.

Things became worse a few days ago when the cold sores appeared and no amount of lipstick could completely cover them up. The last few nights, I had started at six and stayed out until three in the morning and had only come up with half the money. Most of that came from guys who were so fucked up they either didn't notice my appearance or didn't care. I was getting desperate, as it was almost impossible to not take what little money I was making and grab a fix. Since I had spent the last few nights straight, I was becoming aware of how sick I was and how bad I looked. Still, for the first time in months, I reached down within myself and found the little strength that I had left and held back, telling myself I would have no worries soon.

Two nights ago, I reached an all-time low, even for these days. I ran into four guys in their early twenties hanging around the edge of an alley, drinking. After waving me over to see what I looked like, one of them told me to get away from them. As I started to walk away, another called out that he would give me fifty dollars if they could all jerk off on my face. A couple of them started laughing, and I was going to keep walking. Then, unable to handle the thought of another night of being no closer to the end, I quickly turned back around, walked past them into the alley, got on my knees, lifted my face up and let them do what they wanted. I closed my eyes and tried to find my forest as they called me a whore and a skank, amongst other things, while cumming on me.

Yesterday I decided that I couldn't wait any longer. I had been unable to eat and could barely stay upright long enough to stay out on a corner. Going down to the pawn shop, I hocked the locket Mom had given me when we went away together years ago.

I never wore it on the street for fear it would be taken from me, but I wore it every night. Most nights, I would fall asleep holding it and hoping that my mother could forgive me for what I had done to her. I cried the entire walk to the shop and was still in tears when the guy offered me forty dollars for it. I was so upset, I threw up outside the door of the shop on the way out. Then again, I threw up all the time, so maybe it wasn't from that, but at least I now had enough money to do what I needed.

I went to the dealer, who was more than happy to sell a gram of his best stuff for good money, as opposed to the cheap cut shit the people in the neighborhood usually bought. I had planned on doing it last night until I got back to the apartment and walked in on Tony screaming at his sister. The rent was due the next day, and Julie had found out where Tony kept the money and had spent it on coke and pot. Julie was crying and saying she was sorry, but Tony was beside himself. We were already two months behind, but the guy who ran the building knew Tony and had gone to the landlord, who said that if we could come up with one month's rent he would work with us. If we didn't, however, we would be thrown out.

My first reaction was to just go into my room and lock the door. I was going to get ready to end my misery once and for all. As I sat there, however, I could still hear Tony yelling and Julie crying. That was when the memory of what I had done to my brother years ago came back to me. I had stolen my brother's rent money and left town. Mark had to hustle pool to get the money, and that was when he ran into Max and almost ruined his life. As I thought about that, I thought of Tony, who was a good guy trying to help people who were suffering as he had suffered. Not only that, but Tony, like my own brother, was desperately trying to take care of his sick sister, who, constantly hurt him by using. Just like I had done to Mark.

If not for Tony, Julie and I would be sleeping at the shelter when they had room and on the street when they didn't. Tony was a former boxer and a big guy with a nasty street reputation. He'd kicked the shit out of a couple of dealers who sold to us, and broke the arm of the pimp that we were working for when he found us. Just like Mark had once done. Tony let us live with him, brought us home food from the shelter, and did everything he could for us. 

In that moment I had the first unselfish thought I'd had in months--I had to try to help him. Yes, I nodded to myself, I would help Tony. As I thought more about it, I found myself smiling. This was a test. Before I left a life during which I did nothing but hurt the people who cared about me, I had been given a chance to make amends. One good deed to try to make up for the pain I had caused, this would ensure that my forest would be waiting for me.

The problem was that it had taken me over a week of humiliation and the selling of my most cherished possession to get that much money. What could I do by tomorrow? I put my head down and tried to think. None of the losers we knew would have that kind of money, the pawn shop certainly wouldn't lend to a junkie, and Tony had tried a loan shark once already and had almost gotten his leg broken for missing a payment. The only people I knew that would have it were the people I had run from. On that note, I looked up. I sure as hell wouldn't call my parents, nor would I try to contact my brother, but maybe...

Putting the heroin under the mattress, I went back out into the small living room where Julie was lying on the couch. Tony was sitting in the old, torn recliner with his head in his hands. I asked him if he had a couple of dollars in change or if he knew of someone who would let me make a long distance call. 

"Why?" he asked.

"I might be able to get the money for the rent wired to me."

"I thought you didn't have anyone."

I sighed. "You want my help or not?"

Tony looked over at Julie, who was curled into a ball, crying like a little kid. "Okay."

We walked down to the shelter, and Tony got permission to call long distance, telling the woman who ran it that he was trying to help me get in touch with family. She smiled delightedly, wished me luck, and let us use her office. 

I asked Tony to wait outside. I didn't want him to know that I had anyone left who could help me. I also didn't want him to hear me begging. 

I took a deep breath and called Tommy's office. It was only four and I figured he would be there. If not, I was screwed, because I didn't remember his cell number and his home was unlisted. The receptionist answered, and when she asked who was calling, I hesitated before finally saying my name. If he took the call, I might have a chance. She put me on hold. I sat on the edge of the desk, holding my twisting stomach. 

I was ready to give up after a couple of minutes, figuring Tommy was rightfully saying,"Fuck her!" when I heard a click, then, "Megan?"

"H...Hi Tommy," I whispered.

"You there?"

"Yeah, I'm here T...Tommy. H...how are you?" I forced my weak voice to speak as loudly as I could.

"Megan, are you okay?" he asked. "Christ, you sound terrible."

"I...I'm not really okay, but, umm, that's okay, it's for the best."

"Where are you? New York? You want me to come get you?"

I put my head down and felt my dry eyes burning again. After what I had done to him, Tommy was offering to come get me. I felt my heart sink as I realized that I had not succeeded in making him hate me.

"Megan?"

I pulled myself together by telling myself it was supposed to be this way; this was the only chance I would have of redeeming myself in some small way.

"I'm here. Yes, I'm in New York, but, ummm, Tommy, I need help."

"Tell me where you are," he replied. "I could come up or..."

"Tommy, I need four hundred dollars wired to me," I blurted out.

"What?" Tommy exclaimed. "You're calling me for money? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Tommy, please, listen to me!" I cursed at myself for saying it so quickly. My mind was starting to go the way of my body.

"And I thought you were a piece of work before!" he continued. "After what you did, you have the nerve to ask me for money so you can get wasted?"

"Oh, Tommy, please listen!" I began. "It's not for drugs and it's not for me! It's for a friend that I'm trying to help!" I paused. "I'll give you his name. You can send the money to him, not me!"

"Oh, I can send direct to your dealer?" he laughed harshly. "Come on. Remember who you're talking to! Been there, done that! I'm not sending you a fucking dime, take care of yourself, Megan, I'm hanging..."

"No!" I exclaimed. "No, please don't! Oh, Tommy please, the money's for..."

"You need money, call your brother, he's doing damn well for himself."

"My brother told me I was dead to him," I said softly, telling yet another lie. There was no way I would get Mark involved. "You're the only one who can help me!"

There was silence and I was afraid he had hung up, but a moment later, he spoke softly.

"Megan, I know you're sick. That does not mean I am not angry at you, but I will help you to try to get better. Under no circumstances, however, will I feed your habit. Understood? You want a bus ticket to get back home, say the word. Want me to drive up and get you, I will. Beyond that, I... can't, I just can't."

"Tommy please!" I sobbed into the phone, losing control. "I know you have every right to not believe anything I say, but please listen!"Without giving him a chance to continue, I went on."I'm trying to help someone who helped me! We... we don't have any money and the rent is due, and we're going to get thrown out!"

I paused and started sobbing.

"Megan, listen," Tommy began. "I just don't"

"And I don't care about me anymore." I began speaking through the sobs. "I don't, and I don't deserve any help, but Tony does! He helped me. Tommy. He...he's helped me the way you tried and my family tried and now he's in trouble and I...I want to help him! Please help me help him, Tommy!"

"I don't know," Tommy started again. "This wouldn't be the first time you cried to..."

"Oh pleeeeeeese!" I wailed into the phone, "Tommy, I just want to do one good thing before I go!"

"Before you go?" he asked softly.

"It's too late for me Tommy, but not for Tony and his sister! All I want to do is help them! I..." I stopped and went into a coughing jag.

"Megan?" 

I stopped coughing and, holding the phone away from me, leaned over the wastepaper basket and vomited. Gasping, I brought the phone back to my ear.

"T...Tommy," I choked out.

"My God, Megan," Tommy said on the other end. "Are you..."

"Please let me be remembered for something besides hurting people, please!" 

I started coughing again, but managed not to retch this time. I heard Tommy sigh on the other end. "Are you somewhere I can call you back?" he asked.

Nice try, I thought. "No b...but I can call you back if you give me a time."

"All right, Megan. I need to think about this. Call me back in an hour, okay?"

"Will you be..."

"I'll be here, Megan, I promise. Call me back in an hour, I just need to run this through my head."

"O...okay."I hung up the phone and Tony and I went out into the shelter. 

Tony tried to get me to eat some soup, but I couldn't manage more than a few bites before I had to run to the bathroom. When I came back, Tony asked who I called.

"My ex. I royally screwed him over." When Tony looked at me questioningly, I told him exactly what I had done. 

Tony shook his head, "But I've heard of much worse."

The hour was one of the longest I could remember. When the time came, Tony got me back into the office, and this time, Tommy came on immediately.

"Okay Megan, I'm going to send you the money."

"Thank you, Tommy!" I cried into the phone. "Oh thank you! You're so much better than I deserve!"

"Yeah, well, I just hope you're telling the truth, Megan, because I'd hate to think this is going up your nose."

"I...promise! The money's going to help a good guy, Tommy, another person I don't deserve."

"Okay, give me an address."

"What?" I asked, suddenly nervous.

"A place I can wire the money, Megan. New York's a big city."

"You...you're not coming up, are you?"

"No, I'm not, you don't want anyone's help, so I wouldn't waste my time," Tommy sighed. "Bad enough I'm probably wasting my money, but at least I can say I did something."

I sighed with relief, then told him the name of the drugstore a few blocks from the apartment that accepted Western Union.

"Okay, I'm going to do it, but I..." Tommy hesitated. "Look, Megan, I'm with someone, and it's serious, and I'm going to take the money out of the bank, then send it. Everything's joint and I don't want her thinking I'm wiring money to an ex."

"Ummm okay."I fought back the irrational thought that if Tommy was that serious with someone already, then he had gotten over me pretty quick. Instead, I told myself that that was exactly what I had wanted, and I hoped whoever she was, she was good to him. 

"Well, that means you won't get it until tomorrow afternoon."

"Can you do it by five?" I asked. "Please? That's when the guy comes for the rent."

"I'll have it there by three-thirty, okay?"

"Thank you, Tommy!" I told him, then began choking up. "T...thank you for believing me and for everything you tried to do for me."

"Okay, Megan, just don't make me feel bad about this, help your friend."

Tommy hung up without waiting for a reply, but that was okay. I shouldn't have kept talking, anyway. I walked out of the office feeling better than I had in weeks. I told Tony that I got the money. The look of relief on Tony's face was worth the humiliation of calling Tommy, and it made me feel as if I wouldn't leave this world as a total bitch.

After we walked back to the apartment, I went into my room and, sitting at the table, brought out a pad and pen I had gotten from the 'free' box at the shelter. I spent the next half-hour writing goodbye letters to Mom and Mark. Both letters were brief, as there was not much I could say besides I was sorry, but I had to keep stopping to wipe at my tear-filled eyes. To Mom, I added how grateful I was for the good years she had given me, how she had taken me in and loved me as her own. I also told her to tell Dad that I was sorry I had disappointed him so. 

To Mark, I wrote of how I truly felt about him, telling him how I had been in love with him way back when we were still living with the folks. I told him how, through the years, I had yearned to be with him, but knew we could never be, and how I would only hurt him. I apologized for how badly I had hurt him at the end and for hurting him by leaving him like this. I ended it by asking him to try to remember me as young and beautiful, and not as the disgraceful shell I had become.

Reaching into the small shoebox that contained the few personal effects I had, I removed a picture of my mother and me that had been in my purse. In it, we were sitting on the porch swing, our arms around each other. I folded it up in the paper and did the same with a picture of Mark and me taken at the party Alex had thrown for him after he graduated from Suffolk. I sealed and addressed the letters, then, after writing of the day's events, put them in the back of the journal. 

I wrote another note, this one to Tony. I thanked him for everything and asked him to mail the letter to Mom and the journal with the letter to my brother. I explained who they were to me, and apologized for lying to him, but it had to be this way, to spare them additional pain. I felt an odd sense of satisfaction; my 'affairs,' if that was what they could be called, were in order, and all that remained was to collect the money, and I would be free to enter my forest.

I jumped at another knock at the door and was surprised to find myself facedown on the table. I had either fallen asleep and dreamed the events of the last couple of days, or had been in some type of stupor. As I sat up, and I called out to Tony to give me a minute, it occurred to me that it was probably the former. Over the last few days, I had been sleeping more as my body tried to conserve what little strength it had left. Matter of fact, it dawned on me that if Tony said we had to go, then it must be three-thirty. I had gone to bed at midnight last night and not woke up in between. On the heels of that was the disturbing fact that I somehow did not have to go to the bathroom. I frowned, and, putting my trembling hand between my legs, I realized that at some point I had.

Calling to Tony to give me another minute, I put my head down and found myself thankful to whatever-powers-that-be that there would be no more of this after tonight. Getting up, I pulled off the soiled jeans and panties and looked around the floor at the piles of filthy clothes. I didn't bother trying to find underwear. After finding a pair of jeans that looked less dirty then the rest, I slipped them on. 

As I pulled them up, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My thighs were no thicker than my calves, and my ass, what was left it, had some kind of rash covering it. Quickly looking away, I tugged the jeans up and, after zipping them, removed the belt from the other jeans. I had made several holes to make it tighter, and it still barely kept them up around my wasted frame.

I opened the door, almost walking into Tony, who looked as if he were ready to knock the door down to check on me. As Tony stepped back, I looked up at him and gave him a weak attempt at a smile. 




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 38



Tony was a big guy, standing six-foot-three and weighing around two hundred and thirty pounds, not an ounce of which was fat. Years ago, in his early twenties, Tony had been an amateur boxer with such promise that he had been invited to try out for the Olympics. That was, until he went out to a party with some friends and tried cocaine for the first time. From there, it was a story like many others. He lost everything, ending up in jail for acting as a street enforcer and beating those who didn't pay the loan sharks and dealers he worked for. He was released and eventually ended up homeless. One night, he overdosed and ended up in a hospital. There, he met a guy he used to box with who had also had some issues. He had gotten into a program, and he talked Tony into going with him to a meeting. Tony had managed to stay clean ever since.

Tony told me a big part of how he stayed clean was finding out his younger sister, Julie, was using. Between trying to be a role model and constantly watching out for her, he had little time to worry about his own cravings. He had also dedicated his time to trying to help others; he not only worked at the shelter, but he also went to local boys' clubs and spoke on the evils of drugs. 

Although, at thirty-five, any chance of a boxing career was over, Tony went to a gym where he boxed three times a week and worked out at a local Y. Tony and Julie were from a mixed marriage and unlike Julie who was so light skinned she could pass as white from a distance, Tony was quite dark. His features however, were quite similar to hers and he was quite attractive, especially with his powerful build and a surprisingly big friendly smile.

As I looked up into his expressive, dark brown eyes, I found myself thinking that, under different circumstances, I would have been attracted to him. No doubt, part of that attraction was based on how similar to Mark Tony was. Like my brother, Tony was fiercely protective of his sister, and, for that matter, me, as well. Tony had a temper and had no qualms with fighting, if it came down to it. He had grown up in Hell's Kitchen and walked the streets as if he owned them. As rough as Julie and I had had it, things could have been worse if not for him. Word on the street was that Tony looked out for us, and there weren't too many, even in this neighborhood, who would want to have to deal with him.

"You ready?" he asked.

I nodded and he frowned.

"It's like twenty degrees out Megan, where's your jacket?"

"I don't know," I said, shrugging. I did, in fact, know where it was. It was on my bedroom floor, covered in vomit.

"Hold on."Tony went into his room.

I looked at Julie, who was lying on the couch, staring at the TV. Following her gaze, I saw with a start that it wasn't on. I looked closer at her and saw that she was smiling slightly and her eyes were glazed. Somehow, she had gotten a hold of some dope. 

Tony came back out and handed me an old New York Giants sweatshirt. I pulled it on, not bothering to push up the sleeves, which were quite a bit longer than my arms. I pointed at Julie and he sighed."She went out while I was working and either got fronted or turned a couple of tricks. She's been like this for the last couple of hours." He shook his head. "I still can't believe I can say she turns tricks so easy." He sighed. "Ain't life grand?"

I had no answer for that. I just stood there, thinking that here was another thing that Tony shared with my brother--the despair of watching his sister's disgrace.

"We're leaving," Tony told Julie. After getting no response, he rolled his eyes and walked out of the apartment. 

We lived on the sixth floor, and by the time we reached downstairs, I had to sit on the first floor landing and rest for a few minutes. I got up, and as we headed outside, I felt my heart begin to pound. 

On the sidewalk were several young Hispanic men lounging against parked cars and sitting on the steps. They were part of a local gang, and their leader was an old, grey-haired man, who was always sitting on the stoop, smoking. He would sit there all day, everyday, no matter what the weather. All day long, people would come up and hand him money. He would then send them around the corner to get drugs. I always stayed away from him because he was a Palero, a priest of Palo Mayombe, also known as black voodoo. My brother had studied it for awhile and told me that they were bad news, even by his standards. Back before I was such a mess, the hairs on the back of my neck would stand up when I walked by him.

For the most part, they would leave the tenants alone, but occasionally the younger ones would play games, saying a toll had to be paid to go in or out. Sometimes, the old man told them to knock it off. Other times, he let them go. They got me once, and I had to give them the cheap earrings that I was wearing. It was usually stupid things like that, but if it was someone they didn't recognize, they would get nasty. 

I moved closer to Tony, who took my hand and led me down the stairs and past the old man. As we passed, the Palero looked up and I quickly looked away. He had a cataract in his left eye, rendering it milky white. Tony, who spoke Spanish, told me that the Palero claimed it was a sign of demonic power and that he could give the evil eye. Tony said hello to him, but rather than just nod as he usually did, the old man stared at me. After a minute, he shook his head and said something in Spanish. 

"What did he say?" I asked Tony.

Tony just shook his head. When I pressed him, he sighed and replied, "He said, 'Such beauty gone to waste.'"

As we walked past the others, they smirked at me and muttered the word Prostituta. Tony scowled at one of them and said something in Spanish. The guy gave Tony a dirty look, but he didn't come any closer to us. 

The three-block walk took forever. I had to stop three times, twice to rest and once to go into an alley and throw up. The drugstore was in a slightly better neighborhood, and as we stood in line, I looked straight ahead, trying to ignore the stares I was getting from the other customers. At one point, I started coughing and a little girl with adorable blond curls and huge baby blue eyes asked me if I was okay. Before I could answer, her mother came and yanked her away from me. "Stay away from her," she told her daughter, "She's disgusting!"

I put my head down, and a moment later Tony put his arm around my shoulders. Finally, it was our turn. To my relief, the money was there. As we moved over to the next line to get a money order, one cashier said to the other, "Wonder what she's going to spend that on." Tony shot them a look that made them step back from the counter.

Then he came over with me, where I was buying a money order. No way in hell would I take a chance on walking back to the apartment with that much cash. Tony made the money order out there so it wouldn't be any good for anything else, in case the building super didn't show up today and we went back to the apartment.

The walk back took even longer, as I had to stop every block to rest. At the apartment, halfway up the second floor staircase, my legs gave out. If Tony hadn't been behind me, I would have fallen. He not only caught me, but effortlessly lifted me up into his arms and carried me up the remaining stairs. I looked up into his face, and I could see that mixture of concern and pity in his eyes, the same one he had when he looked at Julie. 

Tony put me down in front of the door, and when we entered, Julie was sitting up on the couch with a blanket around her, sweating. Tony went over to talk to her, and I went to the small fridge and grabbed a bottle of water for her. Julie smiled at me and told me how hot I looked, and I rolled my eyes.

She only took a few sips, so I took it back and drank the rest. The cool water felt good, wetting the dry mouth that I'd suffered from almost continuously for the last few days. Tony sat down next to his sister, and I turned to go lock myself in my room, and to do what I so desperately needed to.

Then there was a knock on the door.

Tony got up and asked who it was. "It's Fred," I heard the apartment super answer.

Tony unlocked the door and stepped back to let him in. I walked a couple of steps back towards the center of the room. I wanted to see Tony pay the rent, to see my charitable act through to the end.

"Hey, Tony, you have the rent?" Fred asked.

Tony nodded and handed him the money order. "Thanks for buying us some time. I promise I'll have something towards the other two months, when I pay February's. Okay?"

Fred looked up from the receipt book he was writing in and shrugged."Hey, don't worry about it, you're covered." 

"I...what?" Tony asked.

Fred nodded and, as I stared in surprise, handed Tony three receipts.

"Yeah, some guy caught me down the hall and asked if I were coming to see Tony and Megan, I said,'Yeah,' and the guy whips out a money clip, takes out eight hundred-dollar bills, and after I write the receipts, hands me the money."

"What?" Tony asked again. "Who the fuck was he?"

Fred shrugged."Beats me, all I know is he sure as hell didn't look like he belongs around here."

I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. Tommy had come up here after all, come to try to take me home.

"Did he say anything?" I asked.

Fred looked over at me, winced at how bad I looked, and said, "Yeah, he said,'Consider Megan's debt paid.' Well, anyway, I gotta go." He clapped Tony on the shoulder. "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, my man, you guys are all set." He glanced at me. "Hey, Megan, you should get to a doctor, you're looking pretty rough these days."

I nodded numbly as my heart began pounding like a jackhammer in my chest. My already upset stomach felt as if it were turning to ice. Tommy was here. 

Fred said something to Julie, then left. Tony locked the door and put the chain across. He had only just turned away when another knock came. I began to breathe hard as Tony asked who it was.

"I'm looking for Megan," a muffled voice said from the other side of the door.

My eyes narrowed. I couldn't quite make out the voice, but it didn't sound like Tommy.

"Yeah, well, Megan doesn't do that shit man, get lost," Tony called out.

"I do!" Julie exclaimed, giggling.

"Then I'm looking for Tony," the voice came back.

Tony glanced back at me, and I shook my head at him."Tony, don't," I said softly.

Tony frowned, but a moment later there was a louder knock. 

Stepping forward, Tony unlocked the door, but he left the chain on and pulled the door open a few inches. He peered around the door and asked, "Do I know you?"

I didn't hear the response, but Tony shook his head and said, "Hey, man, don't know who you are, but Megan doesn't have a brother."

"No!" I whispered as a wave of nausea passed through me. It couldn't be...

"Anyway, man," Tony was saying, "Megan don't have a brother, and I don't know you, so you need to get lost."

With that, Tony went to slam the door, but it stopped short. "What the...?" Tony asked, then looked down. I followed his eyes to see a familiar black snakeskin boot lodged in the door.

"Man," Tony started, "You... holy shit!"Tony cried out in surprise and Julie screamed as the door exploded inward, the chain snapping off. The impact caught Tony off guard, sending him staggering back. He lost his balance and fell onto the floor. 

My attention, however, was locked onto the door, and I let out a whimper of fear as my brother walked into the room. Mark was dressed entirely in black--a leather jacket, boots, and a pair of black jeans. He swung the door shut behind him and thumbed the lock. I was standing off to the side and Mark didn't see me. His attention was focused on Tony, who had jumped quickly to his feet.

"You just fucked with the wrong guy, asshole!" Tony hissed, coming forward.

Mark immediately put his hands up, palms out, in a calming gesture.

"Stop, Tony," he said softly. "I'm not here to fight you. If anything, I'm here to thank you."

"Thank me?" Tony asked, stopping a couple of steps in front of Mark, his fists up and ready to fight. "Got a fucking funny way of saying thanks, man."

"Really? I thought paying your rent was a pretty good way to say thanks."

"You paid that?" Tony lowered his hands. "And thanks for what?"

"For taking care of my sister," Mark replied calmly. "I'm Megan's brother, Mark, and I've come to take her home." 

"Megan said she has no brother," Tony insisted, shaking his head. "Who are you really, man? You some kind of narc?You trying to bust her? Maybe you didn't even pay anything. Maybe you just told Fred to..."

Tony stepped back as Mark moved his hands. All he did was slowly slip his jacket off and toss it to the side. Then he put his hands back up. "See? No gun, no badge, not even a knife. I'm not here to bust anyone or hurt anyone. I just want to take my sister back to her family."

I stood there frozen in fear, but as Mark spoke, I found myself looking him up and down. My brother had never looked better. His thick, black hair was perfect, as always, and his flawless features were as beautiful as ever. Underneath the jacket, he wore a black, long-sleeve shirt that fit him perfectly. My eyes lingered on his chest. He had gotten bigger. His shoulders looked broader than before, and the shirt was stretched tightly around his arms and chest. His waist, however, was just as narrow and, as always, he stood there exuding pure confidence. No, it was more than confidence; everything in Mark's appearance, body language, and even his tone, breathed power. 

My brother was perfection, and here I resembled a living corpse.

"Family?" Tony repeated. "Umm, well, she always told me that--"

"She lied," Mark said. "Last night she called her ex fiancé looking for money for you. He called me, and I told him to send it. I followed you guys from Hannifords to here and waited for your slumlord to show up." Mark shrugged. "Now, as I said before, thank you for what you've done, but now I..."Mark stopped as he had finally taken his eyes from Tony and saw me standing near the bedroom door."There you are," he began. "I..." He stopped and his eyes widened as they looked me up and down. "Megan, you..." He shook his head. "You look sick, sis."

"I..." I didn't know what to say.

Mark took a step towards me."Well, let's get your things, Megan. I'm taking you home."

"No!" I snapped, taking a step back.

"No?" Mark asked, walking towards me. "I don't remember giving you a choice sis. Enough is enough, you're coming with me."

I took another step back. I couldn't find my voice, so instead just shook my head vigorously. I couldn't let him take me back! He would make me get help, and it would start all over again.

"Hey, hold on a minute!"Moving quickly, Tony took a couple of quick steps back and got in front of Mark.

"Look, Mark, like I said, she said she has no brother and..."

"I used to say that all the time!" Julie exclaimed from the couch. She then made a disgusted sound. "Then you went and found me!"

"Anyway," Tony continued, ignoring her, "thing is, man, she looks awfully afraid of you."

"She's mad I found her," Mark replied. "She'll get over it, now...."

My fevered mind locked onto Tony's saying that I looked afraid of my brother, and one last desperate idea came to me, a way to give myself a chance to avoid being taken home in anything other than a box. While Mark was speaking, I opened my mouth and forced my raw throat to emit a loud wail."Nooooo!" I cried out. "Tony, don't let him touch me! He's not my brother!"

"What?" Tony asked.

"Oh, for Christ's sake!" Mark snapped, rolling his eyes.

"He's going to hurt me again!" I yelled.

"Knock it off, Megan!"Mark started to step around Tony, who once again got in front of him. 

As he did, I started screaming, "He's from back home! He's who I ran from when I came here! He beat me!"

"Oh, come on!" Mark exclaimed. Looking at Tony, he said. "She's lying. I never hurt her. She's my..."

"He used to pimp me out!" I yelled. "And...and when I didn't make enough he'd beat me! He...he broke my arm before and that's why I had to run! Tony, don't let him take me back pleeeeese!!"

"That's it, Megan!" Mark shouted. "Game's over! Your ass is coming home with me now!"

Mark came forward, but staggered back in surprise as Tony shoved him hard.

"Games over?" Tony asked. "That don't sound like a brother talking to his sister, man! I think you better get your ass out of here now!"

"Oh, give me a break!" Mark yelled. "She's fucked up! She doesn't want me to help her!"

"No, you want to take me back so you can make me work for you again! So you can beat on me!" I cried out.

Mark stepped forward, and I let out a long, loud wail of despair. "Pleeeese Mark, please don't hurt me anymore!"The fear in the wail was real. I was afraid to do anything but die. I could not let my brother get his hands on me."Tony, help meeee!" I wailed as I backed up against my door.

Tony looked back at me, and I saw his lip curl up in a snarl and his eyes darken with rage. Spinning back to Mark, he shoved him again.

"This is your last chance to get the fuck out of here, you piece of shit! I know guys like you! Why'd you pay the rent? To buy her back? You got 'til three to get your ass out of here, or so help me I'll..."

"Enough!" Mark snapped, and, moving quickly, jumped past Tony and started heading for me. 

As I stood there rooted to the spot by fear, Mark reached for my arm. Just before he grabbed me, he cried out in surprise as Tony grabbed his shoulder and yanked him backwards. Mark spun around, swinging his left arm up. Tony saw it coming and, blocking it, slammed his fist into my brother's stomach. Mark doubled over and Tony dealt him a vicious uppercut. As his head snapped back up, Tony hit Mark with a right roundhouse that sent him flat on his back. 

Tony glanced back at me. "Don't worry, Megan, I'll show this piece of shit."

He turned around just in time to see Mark draw his legs up to his chest and kick out hard enough to launch himself back up to his feet and go into a spin. Caught off guard, Tony tried to step back, but was caught in the face. The kick struck him square in the mouth, but Tony didn't go down; he only staggered back a couple of steps.

"Oh, that was good!" he nodded, wiping blood from his mouth. "I like that."Taking a step back, Tony unzipped his sweatshirt and tossed it off. Underneath, he was wearing a tight white t-shirt that showed off his enormous arms and chest."See asshole, there's two things I like, a good fight and getting a chance to beat the shit out of someone who gets off beating women, so let's go!"Tony brought his hands up in a boxer's stance and, with his left hand, waved Mark on. 

Shaking his head, Mark pointed at Tony."For the last time, I don't beat women, and second of all," Mark said, bringing his hands up and weaving them slowly in front of his face, "watch what you wish for because, motherfucker, I will make this the last fight you ever have!"

"Then bring it over here!" Tony shouted, waving Mark on again.

"I don't want to hurt you," Mark said quietly as he started towards Tony, "but I have been looking for my sister for six months, and she's coming with me if I have to take on every nigger in this building!"

I knew Mark had thrown that word out to get Tony mad, and it worked. Tony stepped forward, swinging wildly. Mark stepped into the punch, blocking it with his forearm. Swinging his right hand up and out, he dealt Tony a vicious backhand blow, then, letting his hand come down and around, slammed his fist into Tony's stomach. Tony doubled over where his face was met with Mark's rising knee. Tony staggered back and fell to one knee. My brother immediately came forward; ready to swing, when the room was pierced with an ear-splitting scream.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 38



Mark started to turn, but not before Julie, whom we had all forgotten about, leapt off of the couch and onto Mark's back. My brother staggered back and cried out as Julie reached around, her hands going for his eyes. Mark caught her thin wrists, but before he could throw her off, Tony surged up from the floor and punched him. Mark started to fall, but as he did, his hand flashed out, catching Tony by the neck. As the three of them fell to the floor in a screaming, cursing tangle of arms and legs, my paralysis broke.

Spinning around, I opened my door and entered so fast I almost fell over. Slamming the door shut behind me, I threw the bolt. Moving faster than I thought I would be able to, I grabbed the metal incense burner from the table and, falling to my knees in front of the bed, pulled out the bag. Tearing the bag open, I placed the burner on the floor and balanced the spoon on top of it. 

I heard a crash, and Tony screamed, "Get your hands off my sister!" 

That was quickly followed by my brother's bellowing, "Get her hands off of me!"

There was another loud bang, then the unmistakable sound of flesh striking flesh. I heard someone cry out, and there was another crash. 

Turning back to the task at hand, I removed the packet of heroin and, taking a deep breath, closed my eyes. With the last of my willpower, I forced my hands to remain still enough to open the small bag and pour its contents into the spoon. Lighting the Bic, I jammed a toothpick into it to keep the flame lit. Panting for breath and whimpering in fear, I grabbed the tube and drew it around my arm as I waited for the heroin to boil. I pulled the tube as hard as I could and started slapping my arm.

"Come on!" I whined in frustration. Over the months of shooting up, my veins had begun to collapse, and I had a hard time finding one.

I heard another loud bang and Julie's screaming. There were several thumps, and I screamed as the wall of my bedroom shook as someone was slammed into it. I looked back at the heroin. It was beginning to bubble. 

I had to do this quickly. Tony was big, strong, and knew how to handle himself, but nowhere in my mind did I believe he could take my brother, even with his maniac sister jumping in. Sooner or later, Mark would snap and really lay into them. 

I looked back at my arm and cried in relief as I saw the vein faintly standing out; it was enough to be able to get the needle in. As I watched the heroin bubble, I realized I didn't have a cotton ball to filter the drug. I laughed out loud. Who the hell cared if there was anything in it? The point was to die!

The wall was hit again, hard enough for plaster to rain down from the ceiling. Julie screamed, "Stop hitting him!"

The heroin wasn't completely dissolved, but I stuck the needle into it anyway. It would serve its purpose, even better if it clotted and I received a hot load. I drew the heroin up into the syringe, then, staring at my shaking hand, I once again focused on it, forcing it to stay still. I brought the needle up, took a deep breath, and started to bring it down to my arm. 

There was a crash, and I screamed as the door to the bedroom exploded inward. The door didn't break. It disintegrated; small pieces of wood flew into the room. I cried out in frustration as I dropped the needle. Looking around frantically, I spotted it a couple of feet away and sobbed in relief. I reached for it. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, and, turning my head, cried out in fear.

Mark, his shirt torn, blood flowing from his mouth and nose, and his eyes blazing, came striding into the room. Behind him, I saw Tony lying unconscious on the floor and Julie lying on her stomach, struggling against the belt that Mark had used to tie her hands behind her back. I felt my hand touch the needle and instantly brought it back up.

"Oh, that was real cute, Megan!" Mark snarled as he approached. "You haven't changed one..."Mark stopped as he saw the needle in my hand. In a moment that seemed frozen in time, my eyes met my brother's and held his gaze. Mark's eyes widened, and he started to shake his head. 

I sobbed out the words, "I'm sorry" and quickly brought the needle down to my arm. 

Thinking fast and moving even faster, Mark lashed out with his leg. I screamed in pain as his foot connected with my bony shoulder, and, once again, the needle went flying from my hand. As soon as he had thrown the kick, Mark dropped to the floor and tried to grab me. With a strength born of fear, I threw my elbow out, slamming it into Mark's face. I started to crawl across the floor towards the needle.

I had just closed my fist around it when Mark grabbed my leg. I kicked out and heard him grunt, but his grip held, and I yelped as he yanked me towards him. I swung the needle down wildly, just trying to jab it anywhere into my arm. I screamed as Mark's hand caught my wrist, stopping the needle several inches from my arm. Mark yanked hard, spinning me around on my knees to face him.

"No!" I shouted in his face. "Let me go!"

"I won't let you do this!" he shouted back at me.

I lashed out with my other hand, catching him in the face, but his grip on my wrist didn't break.

"I want to die!" I shouted. "Just let me die, Mark! It's my life!"

"No!" Mark yelled as he tried to bend my arm down to force me to drop the needle. "I won't let you go, I..."Mark yelled in pain, as, bending my head down, I bit his wrist. 

He tried to pull back, but I bit even harder. I tasted blood in my mouth and, like an animal, started shaking my head, trying to get him to drop my hand. Mark reached around and, grabbing my hand in his other, twisted my wrist down sharply. I yelped, then screamed as the needle hit the floor again. I went to grab it but stopped, as, swinging his hand down palm first, Mark slammed it down on the syringe. There was a crunch, and when he moved his hand, the needle was in pieces. The heroin was smeared into the floor. 

"Nooooo!" I wailed in anguish, rolling over onto my hands and knees and staring down at what was left of the needle. "No, no, no!"I put my head down on the floor and started sobbing."Why?" I demanded. "Why wouldn't you let me die in peace Mark?"

"Come here, Megan," Mark said as, grabbing my shoulders, he hauled me into a sitting position facing him. "It's okay, sis, it's..."

"No, it's not!" I screamed in his face. "You had no right to stop me! It's my life!" I sobbed again.

"Megan, please..."

"I hate you!" I shrieked and started swinging my fists at him.

Mark caught each of my thin wrists in his hands and, pulling them down, let them go, and quickly wrapped his arms around me, pinning me to his chest.

"I hate you, you bastard!" I raged into him. "You have no right, Mark! No right, I wanted to go! I...I..." I started crying into his chest. "I just wanted to die, why didn't you let me die?"

"Because it isn't all about you, Megan," Mark said, pushing me off of him but holding onto my shoulders. "There's people who..."

"There's people that I hurt! That's all there is! Don't you get it? I left to stop hurting you and you came and now...." I shook my head. "You shouldn't have stopped me! Leave me alone and I'll do it another way! Just go back home, Mark! Leave me to..."

"I will not let you die!" Mark screamed into my face. "Your life isn't just yours!"

"Yes, it is! I made it so everyone would..."

"Worry about you!" Mark snapped. "No one ever hated you, Megan! Ever! The drugs tell you that!"

"No, you...." I moaned pathetically, "please don't do this to me, Mark, please let me..."

"I will not let you do this to yourself." As Mark yelled, he grabbed the sides of my face, holding it inches from of his own. "I will not let you do this to your mother, and I will not let you do this to me! We matter Megan, we..."

"That's why you need to let me!" I whimpered. "So you and m...mom won't have to hate me anymore and..."

"Megan, your father loves you!" Mark shouted. "Your mother loves you! And..." he swallowed hard, and I could see the frustration in his face. "I love you Megan! Your brother loves you and needs you and I... won't let anyone take you from me, even you. Now, you're going home with me, and we'll..."

Mark stopped and slowly turned to look behind him. I looked up and saw Tony standing in the doorway. His face was bloody, and his right eye was swollen shut. In his hand, he was holding a baseball bat. As I watched, Tony stared down at us. Noone spoke and, after a moment, Tony, looking as if he were going to cry, slowly bent over, put the bat on the floor, and backed out of the room. As he did, Julie started to come in, but Tony grabbed her arm and took her out with him. 

Mark sighed, then, looking at me, said, "Whether you like it or not, sis, whether you hate me or not, it's over. Now get up, and get your things together."

I looked up at him and shook my head.

"No, I don't want to...." I yelped as, standing up, Mark pulled me up by my shoulders with him.

"You listen to me, Megan," he hissed. "You made me and everyone else wonder if you were dead. You lied to that guy, and you almost made me kill him. You have done everything you could to make things hard on me, but you're coming home now like it or not, so stop feeling sorry for yourself and move your ass!"

I started to shake my head again when Mark leaned over me and sniffed.

"Christ, Megan, you fucking stink."

I started to cry. "I...I know, I... just don't care! Mark, please..."

"Megan, get your ass in the shower now." Mark shook his head. "It's a five hour drive home and I'm not going to smell you the entire way."

"T...the shower doesn't work right."

"Yeah, sure it don't, get your ass in the bathroom."

Stepping back from him, I put my head down like a beaten dog, and, turning, walked into the bathroom, which was off of my room. I started to close the door when Mark pushed it open, almost knocking me over.

"Nice try," he said. "Think I'm leaving you alone to cut yourself?"

"Mark..."

Ignoring me Mark yanked the shower curtain open, exposing the old, mildew-stained tub.

"Nasty," he whispered, shaking his head as he turned the water on.

The pipes banged and a spray of brown water came out of the shower head. Mark shook his head in disgust but turned the water up higher. After a minute, the water lost most of the rust color but was still slightly brownish.

"Well, it's still dirty, but cleaner than you are."As he spoke, he closed the bathroom door and turned to face me."Well, get in the shower, Meg, I don't have all day."

I put my head down, wondering how he could be so harsh with me. Then again, even he had said I had done nothing but hurt him. I looked up at him."I...I don't want to with you here, I..."

"Oh, so after all our years together, you're going to be modest?" Mark shook his head disgustedly. "Fine, this better?" He put his back to me. 

I felt a wave of humiliation come over me, but knew there would be no fighting him. I slowly pulled Tony's sweatshirt off, then the dirty t-shirt under it. I stood there topless and had just removed the belt and let my jeans drop to the floor when Mark turned around.

"What the hell is taking you so...."Mark stopped speaking as his eyes took in my naked body.

"P...please don't look at me." I whimpered, covering my flat, sagging tits.

Mark's eyes slowly worked their way down to my stick-like legs, and then back up to my protruding ribs, and then back to my face."Oh, my sister," he whispered. "Oh, Megan, what have you done to yourself?"

I shook my head."S...see Mark, I...I told you... I just..."I stopped as I saw the anger leaving my brother's eyes to be replaced by a look of sadness.

"I...oh sis, I am so sorry, I..." he stepped towards me and put his arms out to hold me.

"No, don't touch me. I'm...I'm disgusting."I leaned back against the wall, sank to my knees, and began to cry. 

Mark got down on his knees in front of me."Come here, sis," he whispered. "It'll be..."

"I... just wanted peace Mark," I said softly. "I wanted to go to the forest and be peaceful, be somewhere I could never hurt anyone or myself again."

Mark put his hands out to me again.

I shook my head and started sobbing."I...don't deserve to live Mark, I hurt you and Mom and Tommy. I even hurt Tony. I...I don't deserve someone like Mom, or you, or anybody! I don't deserve it!"

"Megan," Mark began softly, "I...I need you to listen to me, okay? Just for a minute, okay, please listen?"

I looked up into my brother's beautiful, golden-green eyes, eyes that were full of pain, pain that his sister had caused yet again. I swallowed hard then nodded. "O...Okay."

Mark looked away for a minute, then took a deep breath and began speaking softly."Megan, you're sick, sick in your body and your mind, but I need you to hear what I'm going to say." He paused for a moment. "You have been saying that you don't deserve your parents or me or Tommy or anyone to be good to you for years."

"I...I don't."

"Well, you have it backwards, sis. Backwards, and a little selfish. It's not just about you deserving people, but them deserving you." Reaching out, he gently took my face in his hands so that I would look at him."Think about it, Megan, don't your mother and father deserve their daughter? Don't I deserve my sister? We do, sis, we deserve you, we deserve that happy, healthy, beautiful woman that I know is in there. You think you deserve to die, but if you do, you deny us what we deserve; you take you away from us. You're not saving us from anything but not having you in our lives." He leaned forward and gently kissed my forehead."Why don't you stop worrying about what you don't deserve and let the people who love you have what they deserve."

"But I...I'm sick." I said through my tears. "You...you said it..."

"And I was sick for a long time too, sis." He pointed at himself. "Did I not deserve you? Should I have taken me away from you?"

"N...no but..."

"You know, sis, I was going to quit after Max, just stay in my head and end up in an institution because I didn't care anymore, because I thought I didn't deserve better, but," he smiled at me, "my beautiful sister wouldn't give up on me. She was sick then too, but she got strong for me and saved me, told me she needed me and she would be lost without me. Remember?"

I nodded and let my cheek rest against his palm.

"Well, Megan, you're sick right now, but I'm not. I will be, though, if I don't have you with me. I need you sis. I need you to try to be okay." He removed his hands from my face and stood up. 

"I can help you, sis. I can make it all okay; all I need is for you to want to and to trust me." He looked down at me and gave me another smile."I'm your brother, Megan, the same brother who promised that he would never let anything happen to you. I can make it better Megan, I know I can. I just need you to know I can too."

He was silent for a moment, and then he slowly put his hand out to me."It's up to you, Megan, and I think you already decided, because, you see, you only thought you wanted to die. If you really wanted to die, you would have never called Tommy, you had to know he would call me."

"No...I." I stopped as soon as he had said it. It seemed to make sense.

"So know what that was, Megan? That was you wanting to help someone, even if it meant you didn't get to do what you wanted. That is not the act of someone who doesn't deserve people who love her. That's an act of someone who wants to be loved."Mark stepped forward putting his hand directly in front of me."Come on, sis, take my hand, and let's find that person."

I stared at Mark's outstretched hand, then, closing my eyes, envisioned my forest. It didn't seem as vivid as it had the last few days. The forest began to blur and the image transformed to Mark and me lying in bed, holding each other. The vision from the dream I had this morning. In my mind's eye, I could see how beautiful I was, how happy and content I looked in Mark's arms. Opening my eyes, I reached out and took my brother's hand.

******

I slowly became aware of the hum of a motor and the fact that I was moving. I hadn't been sleeping, as I didn't have to open my eyes to see the highway stretched out in front of me. Instead, my open eyes had just started focusing as my mind decided to come back to reality. I was huddled in the corner of the front seat, my arms wrapped tightly around me. I saw it was dark out and wondered what time it was. I looked at the dashboard, but my bleary eyes couldn't make out the numbers that were lit up on the clock.

I looked at my brother. Mark looked straight ahead as he sped down the highway. There was no music on, and he had that blank 'going away' look on his face. His body was on autopilot while his mind went, well, wherever the hell it was that it went. 

I winced at the sight of a large bruise on his cheek and the split in his lower lip. I shook my head; my little brother had been fighting again. Probably had to throw someone out of Mitch's, and they gave him a hard time and... No that wasn't right. Mark wasn't a kid anymore. Mitch's had been years ago. 

I swallowed hard and grimaced at how dry my throat was. 

I glanced at the bottle of Gatorade on the seat next to me. Mark got it at a reststop and told me to sip from it, but my stomach was turning. Besides, I was more worried about the way my mind was misfiring than how my throat felt. 

Blinking my eyes, I looked back at my brother and yearned to be close to him. Not that Mark hadn't offered. Before I slipped into my stupor, he patted the seat next to him and told me to come closer, but I shook my head, and he said okay. A little while later, I started to cry as I realized that I was going back home. I would have to face everyone again. Mark looked over and put his arm out to me, but I simply huddled in the corner like a scared little kid.

Apparently, I hadn't moved since then. I shifted in the seat, unwrapping my arms from around my sides, and I looked down at myself. I was surprised to see I was wearing a black leather jacket. Mark was still wearing his, so where had this one come from? It didn't matter, it was nice and warm. Matter of fact, the car was warm. The heat hadn't worked well in the apartment, and I couldn't remember the last time I had felt this warm. 

Actually, I was a bit too warm. I unzipped the top of the jacket and slid my hand inside the collar to scratch my neck. I stopped when I felt something unexpected. It was a chain. Trailing my hand down, I felt the familiar, comforting feel of my locket between my fingers. Was I dreaming? I had pawned it the other day and... My vision blurred again as I felt tears well up in my eyes. I closed my fist around the locket and squeezed. It was really here! For the first time in a long time, I smiled. The smile faded as I felt my dry lips crack, but I was still happy.

I settled back into the warm seat and, still clutching the locket, I forced myself to focus. We couldn't have left New York much more than an hour ago, and I should be able to remember it. I closed my eyes and found the last image that I could conjure—me, taking Mark's hand in the bathroom. Locking onto that thought, I pushed myself to concentrate on what happened next. 

Taking my hand in his Mark gently pulled me to my feet, and tried to put his arms around me, but I pulled away."P...please let me get dressed I..." I put my head down. "I...I'm ashamed to have you see me like this."

Mark nodded and, turning away from me, said over his shoulder, "Put on something clean. I'll wait."

"I don't have anything clean," I whispered as I pulled the dirty clothes back on, except for Tony's sweatshirt. That, I would leave with him, as he didn't have much himself. When I finished, I said, "Okay."

Mark turned around, took me gently by the arm, and walked me back into my room. I stood there, looking down at the filthy clothes on the floor. I bent down to try to pick some of it up when Mark said from behind me, "Just leave it. All of it, I'll get you some things." 




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 38



I lowered my head when I saw the look of disgust on his face as he looked around the room.

"Just get your other stuff," he said.

"I don't have any stuff," I told him. "L...let's just go, I guess."

"Nothing?" Mark frowned. Then he pointed at my bare neck. "Where's your locket?"

I brought my hands to my face and started to cry again.

"Oh, Megan, you didn't!" Mark exclaimed. "That was..." 

"I...tried to keep it, but I...I needed the money to get the drugs so I could ..." I hesitated. "Be peaceful."

He sighed disgustedly, and then asked, "So you just hocked it recently?"

"Yesterday."

"Then we're going to go get it."

"Mark, I just..."

"Fine, so you're not taking anything with you, let's go."

I nodded and started to walk when my stomach twisted and I stumbled over to the bed. Dropping to my knees, I threw up in the pan. I kept retching until I was gasping for breath. I felt a light touch on my shoulders and realized that my brother was kneeling behind me, holding my hair away from my face. 

Catching my breath, I groaned, "Mark, please just leave me, I know you want to help, but it's better if..."I stopped as Mark pulled me to my feet and started to lead me out of the room. 

As we passed the table, he looked down and said, "Well, you shouldn't leave this behind, that's for sure."I saw him pick up my black journal and tuck it into the back of his jeans. 

Then he looked down at his torn, bloody shirt, and, with a shrug, he stripped it off and tossed it on the floor. Underneath he was wearing a black t-shirt. I had been right earlier; he had definitely gotten bigger. The added definition in his arms was obvious, even under the enormous demonic tattoos that covered them. 

In the past, staring at my brother's body would get me aroused. Today, however, all my brother's physical beauty did was make me feel worse. As my eyes dropped I noticed that he was wearing the black Movado watch that Alex had given his for his graduation from Suffolk.

Mark put his arm around my shoulders and guided me into the living room. I gasped as I saw the shambles the room was in. The coffee table was shattered. Tony's chair was broken. There were several holes in the walls, and the lamps were broken. Tony was sitting on the couch, and Julie was next to him, holding a towel to his eye. 

When we emerged, Tony quickly stood up, and as Mark and I approached, he gave me a smile through his swollen lips."You going home, Megan?"

"I...it looks that way." 

"Good," he said, then looked at Mark. "Hey, man, I'm sorry about before I was just..."

"Trying to protect my sister," Mark replied. "And I thank you for it."

"Yeah, some protection." Tony smiled ruefully as he touched his eye. "Christ, you can fight!"Tony then glanced down at Mark's arms and laughed."Seeing you like this, though, I don't feel so bad for losing. What you do for work? Construction?"

"I'm an attorney," Mark said. 

"You're shitting me?" Tony asked. 

"No I'm..."

"Fucking hot!" Julie exclaimed. She reached out and squeezed Mark's arm. "Damn, you're fine!"

"And you, my dear," Mark said, taking Julie's hand and bringing it to his lips, "are beautiful."

"Thank you!" Julie laughed. "So hey, you wanna party?"

"Oh, for Christ's sakes, Julie," Tony said, rolling his eyes.

Julie laughed. She gave Mark a quick peck on the cheek, and then hugged me."Be better, Megan," she whispered in my ear, turning serious.

"I..I'll try," I said softly, surprised by her reaction.

"I don't know what a couple of losers like us did to deserve brothers like them."

Deserve. The word hit me hard. I stepped back from Julie and looking up at Tony and felt my eyes start to fill up again."Tony I..."

I didn't have to finish. Tony stepped up to me and gave me a huge hug.

"You let your brother take care of you, Megan," he told me quietly. "I heard what he said to you in there. That's a good man, you stick close to him, he'll get you better, I know he will."

"I...I don't know how to thank you." 

"You thank me by coming to see me in a few months, looking damn fine like you did in those pictures Julie has of you. And in the meantime, you call me at the shelter, okay? You let me know how you're doing. Can you do that for me?"

"I can." 

Tony gave me a kiss on the cheek, and then he extended his hand to Mark. My brother shook it, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of bills and handed them to Tony.

"Whoa," Tony said, looking at the money in his hand. "I can't take this I..."

"You can and you will," Mark said. "Go get you and your sister some food, and clothes, whatever else you need."

"Mark, come on you..."

"You're also going to take this." He handed him a card from his wallet. "Anything you need, I mean anything, you call me."

Tony was shaking his head, but stopped when Mark reached out and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Listen to me, you helped my sister. You kept her alive long enough for me to find her. For that, I'm in your debt."

"No, you're not," Tony said. "I did..."

"What few would," Mark cut him off. "In fact, tell you what, I know a lot of people. You come down to Providence with Julie, and I can take care of you. I can get you a place, a decent job, and..." he gestured to Julie, who was back on the couch, asleep, "I can get her into a good place. Get her some help."

Tony looked at the card and nodded.

"I'll think about it. Thing is, I grew up here, and I want to try to do some good. But hey, you never know." He then pointed at me. "All you have to do to pay me back is take care of Megan and let me know how she's doing." Tony then looked at the money in his hand and, with a reluctant sigh, put it in his pocket. "Thank you for this, and the rent."

"Thank you for taking it." Mark clapped Tony hard on the shoulder and added, "And thanks for the headache." He smirked. "You hit with bad intentions, my friend."

"Isn't that the only way?" Tony asked, laughing.

"If you want to survive, damn straight it is." Mark nodded. Then he grabbed his jacket from the couch and held it open."Put this on, sis, we have to get going."

"I'll walk you down." Tony said as he grabbed his sweatshirt and put it on.

"Stay with her, we'll be fine." 

"Yeah, well, those whack jobs might be out there, and they don't like strangers."

"You mean the Palero?" Mark asked. "He gave me the stare on the way in. I can handle them."

"How did you know he was a Palero?" Tony asked.

"I could smell it on him," Mark replied.

"Umm, yeah, sure." Tony shook his head. "Well, I'd feel better if I came along." He pointed at Julie. "Trust me, she'll be out for awhile." He looked at Mark. "Hey, you want a sweatshirt or something?"

"No," Mark said. "I have things in my car. Speaking of..." He retrieved his cell phone from the pocket of his jacket that I was wearing and dialed a number."Yeah, you still cruising the block? I'm done, so be out front in a minute."

"Who did you bring with you?" I asked nervously. I didn't want my brother to see me, never mind anyone else. "T...Tommy isn't here, is he?"

"No, that's a cab driver," Mark grunted. "You think I parked my car on this street?" He then laughed. "Tommy in this neighborhood, that's a good one, sis."

We walked downstairs. I had to stop at the bottom of each landing so I could rest. Mark finally picked me up and carried me the rest of the way downstairs. When we reached the landing, Mark put me down. I looked out the door and groaned.

"Oh, great." Tony said.

They were out there, at least eight of them, all lounging around the couple of cars that were parked there. As always, the old man was on the stoop. He was looking directly at my brother. 

"Let's go," Mark said, walking in front of us.

When we emerged from the doorway, Mark turned to Tony. "Stay here with Megan."

"Hey, man," Tony said. "I'm no slouch I..."

"And that's why I want you with my sister." Mark said. "If the shit starts, you just watch out for her."

Without waiting for an argument, Mark walked down the stoop.

"Is he serious?" Tony asked. "There are a lot of them."

Remembering the night in the Wolves Den, I whispered to Tony, "No one takes my little brother."

As soon as Mark reached the bottom of the small staircase, one of the Hispanic men stepped forward.

"Yo puta, you going past us, you need to pay the toll." He smirked as a couple of his friends walked up next to him.

"What you got for us, Gabacho?" He glanced at Mark's arm. "Hey, how about that watch?"

"How about you spending the rest of your life in a wheelchair? Because that's what will happen if you and your friends don't get the fuck out of my way. Now move your ass, chocha."

"Smooth," Tony muttered. "He just called him a pussy."

"Oh, Christ, Mark," I whispered, feeling my stomach getting worse. "T...Tony go down there and..."

I was cut off by the sound of a shrill whistle. I looked to see the old man stand up and point at my brother, who turned to face him. The old man shook his finger and rattled off something.

"He said your brother has a shadow about him." Tony's eyes narrowed as he listened to the old man continue. "He says that Mark is insulting him by bringing a bad spirit here."

Mark began to speak softly in Spanish, and when he finished, he bowed his head.

"He said he came here peacefully to get his sister, and he hopes to leave that way."

Shaking his head, the Palero stood up and I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach as, pointing at my brother, he began barking out something in a language I didn't recognize. As he continued to speak, the old man held his fingers under his left eye, and I saw all the young men step back. As Mark stood there, the Palero raised his other hand and wove a symbol through the air. 

"Wonderful, he's cursing your brother." Tony said. "I think..." 

Tony stopped as Mark began speaking in the same language as the Palero. The old man stopped, his eyes widening, as, continuing to speak, my brother, despite the cold, removed his shirt. Turning his back to the old man, he pointed at the enormous Baphomet tattoo on his back. Turning back to face him, Mark pointed back at me, then at the men standing around the stairs. The old man lowered his hand and started nodding. Mark spoke for another moment, then again bowed his head. This time, the old man returned the nod and snapped his fingers at the younger men. They all stepped away from the stairs. As Mark pulled his shirt back on, Tony pointed at his back.

"Look at that thing," he said. "Damn, that's fucking creepy."

"I...it's from one of my paintings, from when I was a kid," I whispered.

"You can paint?" Tony asked.

"I...I used too."

As Mark waited on the stoop, Tony took my hand and helped me down the stairs. As we passed, I heard one of the younger men complain to the old man and point at my brother.

"He's asking who Mark is and why the old man's letting him go," Tony told me.

The old man lit a cigarette and, nodding towards Mark, replied. Tony grunted and, shaking his head, repeated the old man's words."He said, "The Devil's come to Hell's Kitchen to claim his own."

A cab pulled up in front of us. I gave Tony one last hug, then Mark and I got into the cab. I did the best I could to ignore the stare from the driver when I first got in. As we pulled away. I noticed him looking at me in the rearview mirror. My brother must have noticed as well as he said, "The roads in front of you, I suggest you watch that."

"Um, sure," the driver replied. "So, back to your car now?"

Mark looked over at me. "Where's the pawn shop?"

"Forget it, Mark," I said softly. "I don't deserve to..."

"What's the name of the damn place?" Mark snapped.

"J...Jake's," I answered quickly.

"Take us to Jake's."

"I think they close at six, and it's quarter of," the driver said.

"Then drive faster," Mark told him.

Jake's was only a couple of blocks away. We got there with five minutes to spare. Mark got out and looked at me."Let's go."

"I...I don't want to go in there Mark, I..."

I yelped as, reaching into the cab, Mark grabbed my arm and hauled me out."You think I'm giving you the chance to run off?" he asked.

"Hey, man, you gonna be long?" The cabbie called out.

"Asshole, I paid you two hundred dollars to drive me around for an hour and a half. Just sit your ass in the cab and don't worry about it!"

Holding me by the arm, Mark led me up to Jake's and, opening the door, pushed me in ahead of him. Jake, a short bald man who appeared to be just about as wide as he was tall, was standing behind the counter, His son, Billy, who was almost as fat, was sitting on a chair in front of it. They both looked up as we came in.

"Listen, honey, you got something to sell, make it quick I'm outta here in five," Jake said.

"We came to buy back what she brought yesterday, you still got it?" Mark asked, leading me up to the counter.

"Yeah, I didn't put it out yet," Jake answered.

"We haven't washed it yet" Billy laughed.

"Probably too busy eating," Mark said, then looked at Jake. "Picture still in it?"

"Yeah, hold on, I'll get it." 

Jake turned his back and began rummaging through a box. Looking at Mark, Billy asked, "Who are you, her pimp?"

"I'm the person who's going to help you lose weight by making you eat through a straw for a month if you don't shut up."

"Hey, man, that's my son," Jake said, turning around and coming back to the counter.

"I see the resemblance," Mark said dryly. 

Jake put the locket on the counter. I reached for it, but Jake pulled it back."Whoa there hon, that'll be a hundred?"

"B...but you only gave me forty." I felt stupid even as I said it.

"Hey, kid, that's how I make money."

"Yeah,Meg, can't be cheap to feed that family."

"Mark, please," I whispered.

"Anyway, fine, whatever it takes to get out of here." 

Mark went into his wallet, but he only had forty dollars left. He shrugged and removed a credit card."Here." 

Jake laughed at him."What do you think this is, Macy's, pal? We don't take plastic, see?" He pointed at the "Cash Only" sign on the front of the glass display case.

Mark sighed."Fine, I'll go to an ATM, I'll be back."

"We're closing in like two minutes. Closest atm is two blocks, come back tomorrow," Jake said.

"You won't stay open for a sale?"

"I can sell it to you or someone else tomorrow."

"Look, I'll give you forty in cash to wait a few minutes then I'll bring back a hundred, you get an extra forty out of it."

"Sorry, pal," Jake said, smirking. "You can wait until tomorrow; I'm going home to dinner."

"Mark, w...we can stay somewhere maybe and come back or," I shrugged, "just forget it."

"No," Mark said, shaking his head. "We are not leaving it here, and I sure as hell am not spending the night in this pit."

"We're closed," Billy said, pointing at the clock.

"Tell you what," Mark began, "I have a deal for you." As I watched, he removed the black Movado watch from his wrist and held it up in front of Jake. It was the watch that Alex had given to him as a graduation gift. "I'll trade you."

"Mark, no!" I told him.

"That ain't real!" Billy said, laughing.

"Whoa, hey, hold on a minute," Jake said.Taking the watch from Mark, he looked closely at it and whistled."My friend, you have a deal, this for the locket right?"

"Yeah, right," Mark said. He then turned to look at the long rack of women's clothing along the wall. "I want the leather jacket, the long black one," he said, pointing.

"Go ahead and take it," Jake said, waving at the rack.

Mark grabbed the jacket and held it out to me. I slipped his off and Mark helped me into the other one. As he did, I saw Billy frown in distaste as he saw my filthy shirt.

"Shit, man, what the hell are you doing with..." he trailed off as Mark shot him a nasty look.

"Knock it off, Billy," Jake said as he stood there staring at the watch on the counter. "Here, honey, this is yours." He held out the locket to me, but Mark grabbed it first.

"Thanks." 

"Oh, the pleasure was mine, kid, trust me."

Mark once again took my arm, leading me out of the shop and back into the cab. We rode in silence. I felt even worse than I had before. My brother cherished that watch, and he had given it away for me. I was back in his life for an hour and had already gotten him attacked and cost him a gift from his best friend. Why the hell couldn't he have just let me be? 

The cab drove a few blocks and pulled into the parking lot of a Walgreens. The cabbie circled the building and pulled up alongside a black Lexus.We exited the cab and Mark brought me around to the passenger side of the car."Company car," Mark said as I looked at the car, then back at him. "I wasn't bringing the Firebird up here."

"Work gave this to you?" I asked as Mark held the door open for me.

"Yup, after I put Dimuccio away." 

I sat in the car and looked up at Mark, who was getting ready to close the door.

"Y...you won the trial?"

"I did, Meg," Mark nodded.

"H...how?"

"I'll tell you later, sis." Mark said. "We have a lot of catching up to do." He smiled at me. "Lot of new stories to tell each other."

I put my head down as I was struck with the vision of myself on my knees in an alley letting guys jerk off on me."I... don't ever want to tell those stories," I whispered.

Mark's smile vanished and he closed the door. When he had come around, he got in, started the car, then slid across the seat next to me.

"Move your hair, sis." He took the locket from his jacket pocket.

I shook my head."I... don't deserve to." 

"We already had that conversation, now move your hair or I will."

Not wanting my brother to feel how disgusting my hair was, I held it up and let him clasp the locket around my neck.

"This was given to you by a woman who loves you with all her heart, Megan, a woman who misses her daughter terribly." 

I started to look away, but Mark caught my chin, keeping me facing him.

"Now you never take that off, ever. That locket is a reminder to you that you always have been and always will be loved. You start to feel otherwise, you hold it, and you think of who gave it to you."

"I...I always do," I whispered.

"Good," Mark said. "You can tell her that yourself, because that woman is who I'm taking you back home to."

A soft touch on my shoulder caused me to yelp in surprise and huddle even deeper into the seat of the car.

"Meg?" Mark was staring at me, a look of concern on his face."You okay, sis?"

"Y...yeah." I could barely get the word out between feeling exhausted and how dry my throat was.

"I said your name a few times," Mark said.

"I was sleeping," I lied.

Mark turned back to look at the road. "Your eyes were open."

"Oh, well," I gave up and told him. "H...happens all the time lately. I think I'm losing my..."

"You're malnourished, dehydrated, and exhausted," Mark interrupted me as he glanced back over. "It'll pass," he smiled reassuringly. "All of this will."

He passed me the bottle of Gatorade.

"I...don't," I started.

"Just a few sips, Meg, you'll feel better."

Knowing he would keep pushing it at me, I opened the bottle and took a couple of swallows. It felt good going down my parched throat, but once it reached my already churning stomach, I had to fight to keep it down. As I put the cap back on, Mark moved over to the right lane and slowed down a bit.

"There's a rest stop in another mile, maybe they'll have some crackers or something."

"I...can't eat."

"Well, I have to get gas. We're only halfway home." 

"That's it?" I leaned forward until I could make out the clock and saw it was eight-thirty.

"We were in dead stop over an hour," Mark replied. "But you were zoning, I guess."

He looked over at me again. "Besides, I have to go. Your friend there gave me a pretty good kidney shot. I'm kind of dreading what color it might be." He shrugged and added, "I mean, you must need to go, no?"




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 38



"No," I shook my head. "I don't have to..."I stopped as a feeling of dread came over me. Not wanting to put my hand down there, I dropped it along my side and, lifting off of the seat, slid it underneath of me. The seat was wet.

"No," I groaned

"Meg?"

"No, no no!" I sobbed on the last 'no' and began crying hysterically.

Mark swerved the car into the breakdown lane and, throwing it into park, turned in his seat to face me."What's the matter?"

I shook my head as I continued to cry. I had pissed myself like a child in front of my brother. Even worse than the humiliation was the fact that I couldn't control myself. Oh, why hadn't I just done it last night? I'd be painting by the lake in my forest instead of wetting my pants in my brother's car.

"Megan!" Mark grabbed my shoulder. "What is..."

"I went!" I sobbed out.

"Went where?" Mark asked. "What are you talking about?"

"T...to the bath..." I couldn't stop crying and just looked at him helplessly.

"You went to..." Mark paused, then he swallowed and said softly, "Oh."

"I'm sorry!" I cried out. "I'm I..."

My sobs turned into a coughing fit, and I pulled away from Mark, doubling over against the pain in my chest. The coughing began to subside, but as I gasped for breath and whimpered in pain, I felt my stomach clench. I moaned, and, fumbling for the door handle, I managed to open it. Leaning over, I threw up onto the side of the road. I started to retch again and, hearing footsteps, looked up to see Mark getting down on his knees next to the door.

"Easy, sis," Grabbing my arms, he started helping me back into the car.

My stomach twisted again, and before I could turn away, I gagged and threw up. Mark flinched back away from me as the nasty, brown bile splattered across his jacket. Releasing a sound that was half sob, half gasp, and with a burst of strength fueled by desperation, I lunged forward, catching Mark by surprise and pushing him over onto his back. I almost fell getting out of the car, but somehow keeping my balance, managed to take a dozen or so steps before Mark caught my arm from behind.

I fell to my knees, curled up onto the ground, and begged,"Please leave me alone Mark! I...just want to..."

I stopped as, kneeling down next to me, Mark got his arm under me and pulled me into a sitting position, facing him."I am not letting you go sis. I did not go into that hellhole to leave you by the side of the road! You are going home and you will be better."

"I'd be better off dead," I told him as I stared at the puke on his jacket. "I'm sick and disgusting and..."

"Will be better sooner than you think," Mark sighed. "Meg, you did a good thing for Tony and his sister, you gave me your hand in that bathroom and," reaching out he tapped the locket, "you spent the better part of an hour holding onto that thing for dear life. You want to live, I know you do. All this will pass, sis, it will."

"No, Mark, I...I'm sitting in my own..."

"So was I," he said, pointing at himself. "Remember? Back in the institution after Max, I went away the first few days I was there. The nurses were changing me. You didn't quit on me, sis, and I will not quit on you, ever. I need you, Megan."

"You l...look like you're doing okay," I said.

"Because I would never find you if I stopped taking care of myself." Mark put his hands on my shoulders. "Come on, Meg, remember what we always said, that we're two halves of one broken whole. Alone we're incomplete, but when we're together," he smiled at me, "we're always okay."

Mark sat back and, opening his arms, continued. "Every time I've tried to hold you, you've backed away. That's why you're still going back and forth with this. Tell you what Megan, you come over here and let me hold you, just let yourself go, and you'll feel it, sis, you'll know you'll be okay."

I looked at him longingly. His arms looked so inviting and I recalled my dream again. How happy the two of us were whenever we were together. But I was as beautiful as he was back then. Now... As I continued to waver, Mark put his hands up and smirked at me. "What? I'm not good enough for you? I mean, I know you have high standards and all, but I am your brother."

"You..." to my surprise, I found myself starting to grin, "have puke on you."

"And you smell bad, I think we're even," Mark said with a wink. "But at least I can do this."Mark quickly removed his jacket. "You on the other hand..."

"That's not nice..." I swallowed, and, feeling myself start to choke up, finished, "little brother."

The smile left Mark's face and, leaning forward, he took me into his arms, crushing me to his chest. "Oh, how I missed hearing that!" he said in my ear. "I missed you so much, sis, I...I didn't even tell you that! I just..." 

Mark stopped as I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him as hard as my weak arms would allow. Burying my head in his shoulder, I started crying again, but the tears felt different this time. I let myself go limp, completely folding myself into my brother's embrace. I felt as if I were surrendering. Not to life, as I had wanted to earlier, but to my brother, who had been right; for the first time in months, I felt as if things might be okay again.

"I missed you, too, Mark," I said softly. "A...and Mom too." I paused to catch my breath and added, "I...I want to see my mom."

"Now that's what I want to hear!" Mark said, his voice flooded with relief.

"B...but not like this I..." I trailed off as I felt my eyes beginning to close,

"I'll take care of it, sis. I'll take care of everything. Okay?"

"I...I'm so tired, Mark," I murmured into his neck. "So tired."

Mark didn't say anything, but I felt myself lifted off the ground could feel us moving.

"Then go to sleep sis." 

I forced my eyes open as Mark put me back into the seat, After he got in, put his arm out to me. I slid across the seat and let him wrap his arm around me. I let my eyes win their battle and closed them, and I nestled my head into his shoulder. As I drifted off, I heard Mark whisper, "Sweet dreams, my sister."

*****

I opened my eyes and found myself in my brother's bed. I had been there for the majority of the past three days. I lay on my back and frowned at my reflection in the mirror above me. Admittedly, I was not quite as horrid as I was when Mark found me. Just the fact that I was clean accounted for much of that. 

As I used to those last days in New York, I forced myself to look for a minute. My face was still terribly gaunt, although there seemed to be just a hint of color creeping back in, and my hair, although far from being as thick and lustrous as it should be, didn't look greasy anymore. I couldn't quite make out my lips in the mirrored ceiling, but had noticed in the bathroom mirror yesterday that the cold sores were beginning to go away, and my lips weren't quite as dry.

I had enough of the wasted hag looking down at me, so I rolled over onto my side. Just before I did, however, I noted the red sheets and black comforter that I was covered in as I lay in Mark's huge, four-poster bed. A far cry from the puke-stained mattress in Tony's apartment. I frowned at that thought. Mark normally favored silk or satin sheets on the bed, but I had thrown up on them, so he had brought out the plain cotton ones. 

My frown deepened as I thought of the mirror itself and how, before I ran from my brother, I had smashed every one of them.

Speaking of my brother, Mark was where he always was whenever I woke up, sitting in the small recliner that he had dragged into the room and placed next to the bed. This time he was sleeping, though, instead of staring at his sick sister. I thought about waking him up and asking him to lie down in the bed next to me, as he had done last night. Granted, I didn't let him hold me. I still felt terrible about my appearance. But I fell asleep, and woke up this morning with my hand in his. I decided to let him sleep, as, God only knows, he needed the rest. I couldn't help but smile at his peaceful features. 

My eyes wandered over to the small table next to the bed. In front of the ornate candelabra were several pill bottles and a small black case. Most of the medications were antibiotics, but a couple were for heroin withdrawal and its side effects. I noticed the patient's name on the bottle was 'Jason Stiles,' the same fake identity that Mark used for the Risperdal that kept his condition in check. 

I worried about what could happen if Mark's name was ever connected with the fake one and someone found out about the heroin medication. My eyes shifted to the black case. Inside of it was a hypodermic needle and vials of suboxone. How the hell Mark had swung that one, I had no idea, but I was glad; when I was at the shelter, a lot of recovering junkies swore by it. Still, I was appalled that my brother, who was making quite a name for himself in the legal world, would take a chance like this. 

This was the clearest my head had been in days, and, to my surprise, I didn't feel that tired. I tried to recall the last several days that I had spent at Mark's place. The time here had been a blur and was spent mostly sleeping. I couldn't remember much. The most I could come up with were images from the few lucid moments I'd had since Mark had brought me here. It was unnerving as I could remember Mark's getting me out of Hell's Kitchen in detail, but hardly anything from the ride home until now. I mentioned it to Mark yesterday while we were sitting at the table and he was making me eat a bowl of chicken broth. He told me not to worry, that the doctor had said that once I felt safe, my mind and body would shut down as much as possible to rest.

Still trying stubbornly to remember, I closed my eyes and tried to take it from our ride home. I remembered Mark waking me up and making me go into a store with him where he bought me clothes and stood outside the stall in the men's room while I changed. The next thing that came to me was arriving at Mark's condo and the slow, humiliating elevator ride and walk down to his apartment. It had been a Friday night, so there were quite a few people out, and any time I dared raise my head, I saw the disgusted looks of the predominantly well-off people who lived in the building. At one point I looked at Mark, who had his arm around me. He was holding his head up high, meeting the gaze of anyone who looked at us, daring them to say anything.

I did vividly recall Mark's taking me into his bathroom. He had filled the tub and told me to undress. I had no desire to take my clothes off, and tears of shame welled up in my eyes again. He promised to turn his back and let me get into the tub. Finally, after a lot of futile begging, I did as he said. I all but moaned at how good the hot water felt. I sat in the tub and drew my knees up to my chest. Stripping his shirt off, Mark sat on the floor next to the tub and proceeded to wash me with a soft sponge. I sat there with my head down, whimpering the entire time. 

After washing my back, Mark put his hands under the water to wash my ugly, thin legs. I reached under the water and grabbed his wrist, trying to stop him as he worked the cloth up between my legs. He easily removed my hand with his other, and, while tears burned my eyes, proceeded to gently wash me. After that, I gave up and let him move my arms so he could wash my deflated tits, and then, sliding his hand behind me, my ass. 

The entire time he did this, Mark remained silent, his face showing no emotion whatsoever. When he was done with my body, he eased me down in the tub to dunk my head. He then spent quite awhile lathering my hair. I used to love it when my brother washed my hair, and my body for that matter. That, however, was back when my body was as beautiful as his, and my brother's eyes would be alight with desire any time he saw his sister naked. 

The hot water had helped clear my nose a bit and, as Mark rinsed my hair, I caught the scent of strawberries. I whispered that it smelled nice.

"It's my favorite scent," he said. "It , always makes me think of you."

Mark rinsed my hair, then stood up and held a large towel open for me. Turning his head, he told me to stand up. I obeyed, and then groaned as I made the mistake of looking down into the tub. The water was not only grey with dirt, but I could see small pieces of skin floating, as well. Mark had scrubbed the scabs from the sores that covered my arms and legs. 

I braced my hand on his shoulder for balance and stepped out of the tub. Once I had put my back to him, Mark wrapped the towel around me and gently patted me dry. When he was finished, he left the towel wrapped around me, picked me up like the child I felt like, and carried me into his bedroom. Sitting me on the bed, he passed me one of his t-shirts and again turned away as I dropped the towel and quickly slipped the shirt over me. Pulling the covers down, he helped me into the bed and tucked me in with a kiss on the cheek. "Get some sleep," he said.

The next time I awoke, the lights were out, but the room was aglow from the candelabras. Mark was sitting cross-legged on the floor, his eyes closed and his hands resting, palm up, on his thighs. I could smell incense, and he was chanting softly in Latin. 

Unware that I was watching him, he finished his prayer, then lit a cigarette and picked up his cell phone. A moment later, he spoke softly."Alex, listen I need help." He paused. "I...look I need a doctor that will come to my place." He took a drag on the cigarette as he listened, then responded. "No. I'm fine it's..." he sighed."Look Alex it's Meg, I found her, she was in Hell's Kitchen and.... look she's in pretty rough shape and I don't want to take her to a hospital if I don't have to." Another pause. "She's my sister Alex and I'm going to do whatever I need to. Now, do you have a name, or not?" He listened, then nodded "Okay, yeah, tomorrow's fine. I appreciate the offer, but I'll pay him, I just need to know he'll keep his mouth shut."

The doctor came the next day. I sat silently, propped up in my brother's bed as the doctor, a tall, older man with silver hair, examined me. I let him take my vitals and look into my ears and eyes, but began to fight when he wanted to look at the rest of me. Mark sat next to me and put his arm around my shoulders. He held my hand and convinced me to pull the covers down. I closed my eyes against the tears of humiliation as the doctor gently lifted my shirt and ran his hands along my wasted legs and body. He asked me a few questions about how I was feeling, and then asked what I had been using and the last time I had done anything.

I answered quietly. My embarrassment began to subside; after all, telling a doctor about my drug habits paled in comparison to the degrading things I had done to get those drugs. I did, however, panic when the doctor wanted to take a culture to see if I had any STD's. I struggled against Mark, but my exhausted body didn't allow me to struggle for long. I cried softly as the doctor did what he had to. 

When he was finished, the doctor gave me a reassuring smile and said that things would be better for me sooner than I thought. The he asked Mark to step outside with him. My brother hedged. He had not let me leave his sight since we came back. 

"It's okay," I told him. "I'm tired." I closed my eyes and feigned drifting off so that Mark would leave.

"Megan..." 

I didn't answer. I lay still and breathed slowly and steadily so that he would think I was really asleep.

"Megan?" Mark turned to the doctor. "She goes out like this all the time. Should I be worried?"

Mark said my name and choosing not to answer just lied there breathing slowly and steadily wondering if he would think I was really asleep. Mark repeated my name, then told the doctor that I went out like this all the time and should he be worried.

"Well, her body's completely drained,." the doctor answered. "Honestly,even without drugs, she wouldn't have survived a lot longer without any help."

There was a pause and then my brother asked, "So, how bad is she? I mean, can I keep her here for a few days, or should I bring her to a hospital?"

"Well, she'd be better off in a hospital, obviously. But most of her problem is malnourishment, exhaustion, and well," he paused. "There are some hygiene issues, as well. You don't take care of your body; it doesn't take care of you."

"So I should check her in?"

"Something tells me if you wanted her in a hospital, I wouldn't be here." He sighed. "Look, I think you should, but on the other hand, she can get plenty of rest here and I could come back once a day and give her some fluids in an IV. If you can get her to eat within a couple of days, I think she'll be okay as far as getting her strength back. I can give her antibiotics for a couple of the infections she has going on so..."

"So I can take care of her for awhile?"

"Look Mark, there is more here than that and you know it. She's hooked on heroine, and right now she is so weak that her body isn't even really aware it is craving it, but it will be soon. That's the problem. You want to keep her here for a bit, fine, but she's going to need professional help."

"I know I..." Mark sighed. "Look, she's been gone for months. I want to spend some time with her, try to get her looking human enough to see her parents, then get her into The Johnson Clinic."

"Johnson's got a waiting list that's months long."

"I already have a bed for her there," Mark replied. "I just need her to want to take it."

"Damn," the doctor said. "Alex's name opens a lot of..."

"He had nothing to do with that. I can open plenty of doors myself. Now what about withdrawal?"

"Well, she'll have the sweats, the shakes, panic attacks, and a lot of abdominal pain, never mind the craving itself."

"Can't you give me anything?"

"Well, I..." The doctor paused. "Do you know how to give an injection?"

"No, but you can show me."

"Well, there's something I can give you, but it's expensive, and if I get caught giving it without a script, I could lose my..."

"If you were that worried about your license, you wouldn't bring it up," Mark answered. "As for the rest, my sister's life doesn't have a price tag, so just do what you need to."

At some point, Mark brought in a small TV. He set it on the bureau and left it on, leaving the remote with me. When I was awake, I would listlessly surf the channels. Behind the drone of the TV was the constant sound of my brother's voice. He was working from home and having what seemed like endless conversations about contracts and loopholes. His voice became soothing background noise, and, for the most part, I didn't even try to make out what he was saying.

That is, until I heard him say, "Hey, Mom, is Doug home? Yeah, I know I haven't come around, I've just been busy. I'll make it by soon." Mark paused. "Okay, deal, breakfast at T's next Saturday, now is he around?"

There was silence for a couple of minutes, during which I felt my eyes tear up. Mom! As I thought of her, I opened my eyes to see Mark was sitting in the chair, but facing the other way. I slid my hands under the covers until they were clutching the locket and listened to my brother talking to my father.

"Doug? Okay, listen, because I have to make this quick. I found Megan." He stopped as he listened to my father. "No, I mean I have her, I'm with her now."

There was silence for a minute before Mark continued.

"She was in New York, but listen, Doug, here's the thing. She's in bad shape, I mean, she'll be okay, but I'm going to stay up here in New York with her for a few days, then bring her down."

Another pause.

"No, Doug, you're not coming up here. Trust me, you don't want to see her like this, and Mom sure as hell doesn't need to."

More silence, and the next time Mark spoke, his voice had an edge to it.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 38



"I don't have to tell you anything, Doug, I didn't even have to call you, and as for this being your call and not mine? Well, which one of us kept looking?" Mark sighed. "Look, I'm not calling to fight, Doug, I am calling you to tell you that your daughter is with me and will be okay. No, I can't put her on; she's on heavy medication and sleeping. I'll have her call when she can. In the meantime, tell Mom that Megan's safe and she'll be seeing her soon."

I stopped on that memory and felt a smile creep across my face. I could remember today quite well. A few hours ago, Mark had put me on the phone, and I finally got to talk with Mom. It had been a brief conversation, filled mostly with us both crying and saying how much we missed each other. I started sobbing about how sorry I was, but mom just kept telling me, "Forget it, baby, just please come see me soon." When I asked for Dad, mom hesitated. "He's not here right now." 

I knew that was a lie. After I hung up, I sobbed to Mark, "Dad doesn't want anything to do with me. 

"It'll work itself out, "my brother said as he held me. "Just enjoy the thought that by the weekend, I'll take you by their house."

I protested. "I want to go today!"

With a smirk, Mark reminded me of our deal. "To see them, you have to look somewhat human, so they won't be too upset when they see you. They think we're in New York, and will continue to think that if you don't start eating, drinking, and taking your meds without a fight."

I frowned and nodded. Mark had made me an egg and cheese omelet today, and I swore it was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. I felt my stomach grumble, and realized I was hungry again. What a relief to actually experience hunger after being so sick to my stomach for so long.

I also was delighted to sense my full bladder before emptying it all over myself. I slipped out of the bed and quickly looked back at my brother. He was still sleeping and I didn't want to wake him. Yesterday I had taken a bath and out of habit locked the bathroom door. I fell asleep and woke to the sound of Mark shouldering the door open because I hadn't answered him. Mark had barely slept in the days I had been here, and I knew he could use the rest. I quietly left the bedroom and went into the bathroom. 

When I was finished, I stopped and looked at the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Mark had someone go out and buy me some clothes, and I was wearing a purple nightshirt with flowers on it. My stick-like legs poked out from the bottom of the shirt, and I turned my eyes away so I wouldn't see them.

I suddenly began to sweat, and a feeling of dread came over me. What the doctor had told Mark was extremely accurate. As I was eating, sleeping normally, and gaining strength, my body was beginning to become aware of what it really wanted. For the past couple of days, I had been having what I referred to as attacks. I would be fine one moment, then the next, I would start to sweat and shake. Worst of all was the gnawing pain in my stomach. The first couple of times it happened, it didn't last long, but each time afterwards had been worse. I mentioned them to Mark yesterday and, after calling the doctor, he upped the amount of suboxone he was giving me. 

But the attacks continued, and as this new one set in, I moaned and doubled over. The cramps were slamming into me. I dropped to my knees and stayed there, sweating and shaking, until the cramps began to subside.

Staggering to my feet, I left the bathroom and went to the fridge. I looked at the bottles of Gatorade, but quickly closed it. Damn! I needed something! As I walked out of the kitchen, my eyes found the bar in the living room. 

No, I couldn't. I was trying to get better so I could go see Mom and... I licked my dry lips. Surely, one drink wouldn't hurt. I mean, a couple of shots were a far cry from shooting up. Glancing into Mark's room, I could see his reflection in the mirror and saw he was still asleep in the chair. I made my way over to the bar and to my delight, saw that it was not locked. 

With my heart pounding and my mouth watering, I dropped to my knees and opened the doors. I could already taste the rum on my lips and feel that warm, happy trail that it would burn down to my stomach. I looked into the bar and whispered, "No."

The bar was empty. Not one bottle, not even an empty glass. The entire thing had been cleaned out. I pushed myself to my feet, shaking my head in panic. I had to get something! I went back to the fridge and looked in the bins. Maybe Mark had some beer in there. I turned to head back into the kitchen and stopped cold.

Mark was standing there. 

"What are you doing, sis?" he asked.

"I...I umm." I shook my head and groaned. "I need a drink, Mark!"

"Megan, you can't, we..."

"Oh, please, Mark!" I begged. "No drugs, just a drink! I just need something! You... you don't know what this feels like!"I walked up to him and put my hands on his arms and looked into his eyes."Please, little brother? You must have something here!"

"No, I threw it all out, sis," Mark said. "Now come on let's..."

"Then we can go get something!" I told him. "Mark, please? Just a couple of shots?"

Mark shook his head.

Reaching up to his face with my shaking hand, I touched his cheek."I need it! Oh, it hurts! I..." I started to cry. "Please?"

Mark took my trembling hand in his."Come with me."

He led me back into the bedroom and over to the side of the bed, where he gestured for me to get onto it. I looked down at the black case and felt my nerves settle down a little bit. The shot did help, and, even though I'd already had it for the day, maybe he was going to give me more. Mark sat on the bed next to me and, bringing my hand to his lips, kissed the back of it. 

I smiled nervously, then pointed down at the table."You going to give me some more?"

"Can't," Mark shook his head. "Doctor said too much will..."

"Oh, please, Mark! I need...."

I was cut off by my brother who leaned forward, turned my face to his, and, to my surprise, kissed me softly on the lips.

"W...what?" I started, but Mark silenced me with another kiss.

I pulled away, startled. Before I could say anything, Mark wrapped his arms around my shoulders and said softly, "Come here, Megan. Let me give you what you need."

I stared at my brother. Was he serious?

"You... you want me?" I asked.

Mark smiled and kissed my hand again. "You're my sister, I'll always want you."

I swallowed and looked at my brother's amazing body. He was shirtless, wearing just the karate pants he hung around the house in. My eyes drifted from his perfect face down to his powerful chest and chiseled stomach. I put my hands on his arms and squeezed his rock-hard biceps. I could feel my breathing pick up as I recalled how good he had always felt, and I let out a surprised groan as my body started to respond. I couldn't remember the last time I had been with someone I'd actually wanted and, taking a deep breath, I nervously leaned forward.

Mark kissed me again, this time trying for a lingering one, but, feeling my dry lips against his, I broke it off."I..."

"I missed you, Megan," he said as he started running his fingers lightly down my arm through the nightshirt.

"Really?"

"Of course, really!" Leaning in, he kissed me again.

This time, I let him keep going and whimpered at the feel of his soft lips. Doing the best I could to ignore the thought of what my lips must feel like, I returned the kiss, and a moment later, found myself wrapping my arms around his neck. I broke the kiss off as Mark tried to slide his tongue into my mouth. I was worried.... That thought was cut off as he quickly bent his head, fastening his lips to the soft skin of my neck. I closed my eyes and moaned as he started to suck gently, while running his hands along my arms.

"That's it," he whispered. "Your little brother always knows just what his big sister needs doesn't he?" 

"Y...yes," I whispered as he began to work the other side of my neck. "I...just didn't think you'd want me."

"See for yourself."

Taking my hand, Mark put it into his lap. I gasped at the feel of his enormous cock through his pants, and, for the first time in months, I felt myself getting wet. I gave his cock a squeeze and got even wetter as he moaned in my ear. Forgetting everything, I grabbed his chin, and, lifting his head up, eagerly pressed my lips to his. Mark put his hand behind my head, and we shared a long, lingering kiss. I could feel my body trembling in excitement and this time did let Mark's tongue enter my mouth and caress mine. Wrapping my hand around his cock, I started stroking it through the thin material of his pants and we both sighed into each other's mouths. 

I could feel my hard nipples rubbing against the material of the shirt, and breaking away from Mark's embrace; I grabbed the bottom of the night shirt and pulled it over my head. I went to toss it away when I caught sight of myself in the mirror. 

I still had my arms over my head and not only could I see all of my ribs sticking out, but my once well-shaped tits were sagging so much, my nipples appeared to be pointing downwards. Worse, I could still see traces of the red rash that had covered a good portion of my back. I groaned to myself, as looking down, I could see my hip bone jutting out. The sight of my wasted frame next to my brother's perfect physique was more than I could bear.

"Oh, God, I can't!" I exclaimed.

"Of course, you can," Mark said, trying to draw me back into his embrace.

"No!" I moaned. "I..I'm disgusting! D...don't touch me!" 

I went to put the shirt back on, but Mark grabbed it and threw it away from the bed. I crossed my arms over my tits and shook my head.

"No, I'm ugly please..."

I stopped as, gently taking my face in his hands; Mark turned me to look at him."Megan," he began softly, "you always have been, and always will be, the most beautiful and desirable woman I have ever known."

Before I could respond, Mark kissed me again. Then, putting his hands on my shoulders, he gently pushed me back onto the bed. I turned my head before I could catch sight of myself in the mirror, and, stretching out next to me, Mark turned my face so that our eyes were only inches apart. 

"Just look at me, sis, just look into my eyes, relax and let your brother love you."

Any response I had was lost as Mark's mouth found mine and started caressing my lips with his own. I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasant sensation of Mark teasingly sliding his lips back and forth across mine. I tensed as I felt his hand on my bony chest and, grabbing his wrist, tried to push it away. Mark kept his hand where it was, but as I had started to say no, he took the opportunity to push his tongue past my lips again. Despite how upset I was, I could feel myself growing warm and again felt my pussy starting to get wet. 

I let myself relax into the kiss and felt my brother pull his hand from my grasp. As Mark's tongue teased the inside of my mouth, I felt his hand slide down farther, and I let out a surprised moan as his fingers found my nipple. 

"There you go," he whispered as his lips trailed down to my neck. 

Keeping my eyes closed, I wrapped my arm around my brother and started rubbing his back. I moaned at how hard his muscles were, as well as how good his fingers felt on my nipple. Mark's hand left my nipple and I whimpered as it ran long my sunken stomach and down between my legs. I gasped and tried to close them, but Mark had draped one of his legs over mine and I couldn't move it. I opened my eyes and started to protest, but turning my head Mark again stifled my protest with his amazing lips. I whimpered in my throat as I felt my brother's fingers gently stroke my pussy, then groaned loudly as he eased a finger inside. 

Mark's lips left mine to once again pursue my neck, and I simply laid there panting as he began to work his finger gently in and out of my pussy. I clutched at his shoulder and gasped as his thumb found my clit and started stroking it. I became aware of Mark watching me, a soft smile on his face. I grabbed his forearm, but this time not to pull him away but to urge him to go faster. Mark kissed me again. Then, after easing his finger from inside, rolled over onto his back, lifted his hips in the air, and slipped his pants off. 

As he did, I looked up and saw myself lying naked on his bed and, grimacing in disgust, tried to sit up. I never made it, as Mark immediately rolled over between my legs. Placing his hands just over my shoulders, he looked down at me and, seeing my eyes locked on the mirror, whispered, "My eyes, Megan, just look right here."

I forced my gaze to meet my brother's and found myself staring into his gorgeous eyes. Mark's eyes were very light tonight, the shades of green mixed with golden brown were bright and appeared to glow warmly as they reflected the flickering light of the candelabras. Smiling down at me, Mark leaned down and, finding my lips once more, began to lower himself to me. Breaking the kiss, he whispered, "Let me show you how much I missed you."

I gasped as I felt him press against my warm, moist flesh, and then whimpered as he started to enter me. A sudden thought caused me to push against his chest."M...Mark," I said softly, "I... you should wear something I..." My eyes began to burn with shame.

Looking down at me, Mark smiled. "Nothing will ever come between me and my sister."

Silencing me with a kiss, Mark moved his hips and I clutched his shoulders, groaning as Mark took his time, gently easing himself into me. 

"Ohh that's..."

I moaned again as he slid the rest of the way inside and winced as I felt myself stretching around his huge cock. Still looking into my eyes, Mark began to slowly slide himself in and out of me. I dug my fingers harder into him and gasped at the sensation of being so completely full. Still holding himself over me, Mark bent his head and I sighed softly as his tongue found my nipple. I let out a moan of pleasure as his tongue teased slow circles around my nipple before switching to the other. Bringing his head back up, he smiled down at me and, giving in, I let my body completely relax and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. 

Mark smiled down at me, and I found myself smiling back. I opened my mouth and began sighing with each long, slow thrust as my brother, rather than speeding up, continued that slow, gentle rhythm. He lowered his face to mine and gave me a soft, sweet kiss, followed by another. I tried to capture his lips for a deeper one, but he held himself above me, teasing me with those gentle kisses. I started to ask him to not tease, but stopped as I saw the look of tenderness on his face. In all the years we had been having sex, I had never seen that look on Mark's face when we were together. I felt my eyes begin to well up, as I could feel my brother's affection for me as our eyes met once more. 

Mark let himself go, and, sliding his arms underneath mine, held me close so that our bodies were pressing together. I moaned as, nuzzling his face into my neck, Mark started gently kissing and sucking on the tender flesh there. I also moaned as, at that angle, Mark's long, thick cock began to slide along my clit as he continued that amazing slow, steady rhythm. No longer concerned with anything but how amazing my brother felt inside of me, I wrapped my thin legs around his waist. I squeezed them as hard as I could, drawing Mark even deeper inside of me and smiled as he moaned softly in my ear. 

I started running my hands lightly down his back and across his powerful shoulders, and again, Mark sighed his pleasure in my ear. Lifting his head, Mark kissed me again, but this time, not teasingly, but passionately. I groaned into his mouth as, while our tongues played against each other, I could feel my swollen clit responding to the sensation of my brother's hard flesh sliding across it. Beginning to breathe heavier, I started moving my hips, matching my brother's rhythm. I gasped as I felt an orgasm beginning to build within me. Even knowing I was close, Mark didn't speed up, just kept going slow and easy. Amazingly, I found myself not caring. Over the years, whenever Mark would try to make love...

I stopped at that thought. My brother was making love to me, using his body to show me how much he missed me, how much he truly loved me. That thought brought tears to my eyes, and I pulled him down into my embrace, nuzzling my head into his neck as he continued to love me. Earlier, I had not wanted him to touch me; now, as I felt my body racing towards its climax, I found myself hoping that it would last forever. This was even better than the dream I had my last day in New York. 

I gasped and my hips twitched as Mark sped up slightly, sliding across my clit, faster and harder. I let my head lie back on the pillow, and, as Mark looked down at me, I opened my mouth and let out a long, drawn-out whimper. I arched my back and, looking directly into my brother's amazing eyes, came for the first time in months. I bucked my hips as hard as I could and moaned as the orgasm flowed through my exhausted body. All the while that I writhed and moaned beneath him, Mark had still maintained those slow sweet thrusts, and, as I slumped limply beneath him, he smiled and kissed me sweetly. 

"Go ahead," I whispered, "l...let me feel you, little brother."

Leaning down to kiss me, Mark started moving faster, using longer thrusts. I groaned into his kiss, as I could feel his body tensing and knew he was getting close. Mark started to break the kiss, but, sliding my hand behind his head, I held his lips to mine. Moments later, I felt his hips twitch and, breaking the kiss, he gasped and I moaned in delight as I felt him begin to cum. We both gasped as we each kept moving our hips, thrusting against each other, each movement ending in the amazing feeling of my brother filling me with his hot cum. After one more pump, Mark remained deep inside of me and, contracting my pussy around him, I was rewarded with not only a couple of more drops, but, most importantly, that precious whimper, the one that, even after all I had done, he still want to make for me.

"Oh, my sister, how I missed you," he whispered.

We laid there for awhile, our spent bodies pressing against each other, until, after leaning up to kiss me, Mark rolled over onto his side. I looked over at him and saw him smiling and putting his arms out to me. I hesitated for just a moment, thinking I should probably put the night shirt back on, but seeing the look of affection on my brother's face, I smiled and rolled over to him. As we had always done, I put my back against his chest and let him wrap his arm around my waist. I had a moment of shame as I felt his hand on my protruding ribs, but he quickly moved it, resting it on the bed so his arm was just draped over me. 

"That felt so good," I told him, already feeling my eyes closing. "Just what I needed."

"We always are what the other needs sis, always," Mark replied, kissing my neck. 

"Good night, my beautiful brother," I said sleepily.

If he responded I didn't hear it as I was already being pulled into sleep's warm embrace.

*****

I opened my eyes and, looking at the clock, saw that it was three am. I sighed contentedly as I still felt pleasantly tired. I began to wonder what had awoken me when I realized with a start that Mark was no longer holding me. Sitting up, I saw he was not in either the bed or the chair. Getting out of the bed, I picked the night shirt up off the floor and, slipping it on, left the bedroom. I was going to head for the bathroom when I heard a sound coming from the living room. Figuring Mark couldn't sleep and was watching TV, I headed in there, planning on curling up on the couch with him.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 39



Authors Note; Well Dark days has come to a close, and as expected I think I lost a few along the way. Ch.37 especially was a bit twisted. I received many e-mails complimenting 38 and telling me they were in tears at points. Not that I want people to be upset, but that was pretty much the point. Well all I can say is this chapter should much easier to read after all that gloom.Again a thank you to Sydney Blake for once more taking time away from her own work to ehlp me out with SWB. Now onto my dedication. This chapter goes out to Klaxx. Klaxx’s first words to me back in ch 6 was ‘I hate almost everything about this series.’ Followed by titling his comment to ch.9 ‘I hate you”. Klaxx has sent me several very interesting e-mails explaining why he loves/hates/loves SWB and myself as well. He has a great dark sense of humor and I have learned to gage my success by how much he hates me. Well Klaxx this one if for you, and all I can say is that after this I hope you truly despise me! Lovecraft68

With the image of holding my sobbing brother in my arms etched in my mind, I lowered the journal. There had been many times throughout my reading that I had been fighting back tears, but now, I could fight them no more. Resting my head on my chin, I let the tears run freely down my cheeks while thinking of how close I had been of robbing myself of the wonder life I now had. More than that, how close I had come to hurting those who loved me most.

Despite the horrible events that I had just relived, these were not tears of sorrow, but of gratitude. I had kept my promise to my brother, and a week later, entered the Johnson clinic. I had walked into that clinic a shell of a person, weighing barely ninety pounds, my body wracked with the painful cravings for heroin, and plagued by the guilt of all I had done to my family. Six months later, I emerged a beautiful, healthy woman with a new lease on life, and with that guilt replaced by the confidence of knowing that there were people who loved me, no matter what I had done.

On the heels of those feelings was the startling revelation that, indeed, my brother had made love to me back then, but, for whatever reason, I had blocked it out. In fact, I had not even had the vague image of that night until I had been crying to Mark on his balcony that I had never been made love to. I wondered if my brother remembered it, or if he had blocked much of that terrible time, as well. He usually recalled everything, but maybe he had just never seen it that way.

Thinking of Mark, I felt the tears begin anew. My brother had saved my life, driving into one of the worst neighborhoods in the country, hell-bent on leaving with his sister. Then, he not only nursed me back to some form of health, but he showed me how much he needed me. He had seen me at my absolute worst, literally on the verge of death. Yet, as horrible as I looked, he showed his love for me, made me feel desirable, and ultimately gave me a reason to fight.

Leaning back on the pillows, I glanced at the journal again. There wasn’t a lot left in it to read, and the next entry, I didn’t need to look at. I knew that one well; it was the Friday morning that Mark took me to see my parents. I still looked pretty rough, but at least the sores were gone from my face, and I had regained some color. I also wore jeans and a loose sweatshirt,to conceal how painfully thin I was. Mark was going to call first, then, on a whim, he looked at me with a smile and asked if I wanted it to be a surprise. I liked that idea, so we drove over, got out of the car, and stood on the porch. Mark called the house, then handed me the phone. Mom answered, and I asked if she wanted to see me. 

She answered, “Yes, of course! When are you coming by?”

I laughed.  “Look out on the porch.”

A moment later, the door flew open, and my mother threw herself into me so hard that, had Mark not been standing behind me, she might have taken us both down the stairs. Neither of us could get anything out other than tears as we stood there hugging, each trying to squeeze the other harder.

Finally, Mom stepped back a little and looked at me.  “You look thin.”

I nodded. “I’ve been sick, but I’m better now, and I’ll be even better soon.”

Mom’s reply was cut off by the sound of the porch door opening, and I looked up to see my father coming out.

Mom stepped back, and I looked at my father longingly. I’d missed him so much but knew how disgusted he had been with me. Dad came up to us, and I started to say that I missed him. All that ended up coming out was a startled yelp as Dad not only took me into his arms, but lifted me off my feet, crushing me to him. Sobbing with joy, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly and telling him how much I’d missed him. Lowering me back to my feet, but still holding onto me for dear life, Dad whispered in my ear, “I love you!” His voice was choked with emotion, and I could feel his tears on my cheek as he held my face to his.

I started to pull away, but was stopped by Mom’s throwing her arms around both of us and dragging us down to her height for a hug. I had my head down between both of theirs, reveling in being this close to them after all this time. I looked up to see Mark standing a couple of feet away, watching us. Seeing me looking, he put his hands out as if saying, “See?” Mom lifted her head and, seeing Mark, put her arm out to him. My brother smiled and shook his head.

Then my father leaned over and, moving quicker than I thought he could, lunged towards my brother. Catching Mark by surprise, he caught his arm and yanked him into us, yelling, “Get over here, you stubborn asshole!” I laughed delightedly as Mark staggered into us, and my father threw his arm around his neck. I felt Mark slide his arm around my shoulders, and the four of us stayed huddled together for awhile. As I stood there, tears of joy flowing down my cheeks, Mom looked at me, and, reaching out, touched the locket around my neck. I put my hand over hers and as our eyes met, Mom whispered, “Welcome home, baby.”

I smiled through my tears at that memory and felt another wave of gratitude wash over me. Truly, I had been one of the fortunate ones. So many others in my situation either didn’t have someone like my brother, or, if they did, managed to succeed where I hadn’t, and run from them. As I wiped my eyes with a tissue, I looked at the book in my hand and found myself thinking of Tony. 

Unfortunately,his sister, Julie, despite his best efforts, was one of the ones who didn’t make it. 

Making good on my promise, I kept in touch with Tony, calling him twice from Mark’s place, then several times from the clinic. Each time we spoke, he sounded thrilled to hear from me, but when I asked about Julie, he would quietly say that she was getting worse. The last time I called from the clinic, he told me that she had run away from him. When I got out, I didn’t have the time to go see him as I wanted too, but I sent him a few pictures of me. Although there had never been anything sexual between us, I hadn’t been able to resist sending him a snapshot of myself in a red string bikini. Of course, I didn’t tell him that it was my brother who took the picture while we went away for a weekend, or that Mark had spent quite a bit of time enjoying his sister’s once again beautiful body. 

Six months after I had been released from the clinic, Tony called me at Mom’s to tell me that Julie was dead. He had found her again, and they had been staying in a small apartment over the Y, where he had been working. “I came home from work to find her in bed.  The needle was still hanging from her arm.” We talked for hours, sharing both tears and, near the end, a few laughs at some of Julie’s more outrageous adventures. Finally,he reluctantly confessed, “I know it sounds terrible, but I feel relief.  For the first time in years, I can go to bed and not have my last thoughts be of wondering where she is and if she’s okay.”

“When is the funeral?” I asked him.  “Mark and I will be there.”

Tony grew quiet then.  “Megan, I hate to ask this, but do you think Mark could help me out with the funeral?  I have nothing, my family has nothing.”  He began to break down into tears.  “My sister’s going to end up in a potter’s field without even so much as a marker.”

“Don’t worry.  I’m sure Mark will do something.” When I hung up, I called my brother and told him what was going on.

We left for New York early the next morning.  We picked Tony up at his apartment and drove to a funeral home that Mark had found online. As soon as we pulled up, Tony shook his head.  “This is one of the best in the city! I can’t afford anything, never mind something like this!” Ignoring him, Mark got out of the car, and we all went inside to talk to the director. As we sat down, Tony began to lose it. “I don’t know why I’m here!  I have nothing!”

At that point, my brother, in one of the most amazing acts of generosity that I have ever seen, produced his American Express card and told the director he wanted the best of everything. Tony began to protest, but Mark, as well as the funeral director, ignored him, especially when my brother went all in on a beautiful, rose-colored marble tombstone. 

We stayed in New York until the funeral, which was small, but the room and service were beautiful. Tony had more family than I thought, and I met his parents, who had somehow heard all about me. 

During the funeral, Mark and I sat in the back, holding hands, and I couldn’t stop crying. Looking at Julie lying in that coffin and knowing that, had it not been for Tony and my brother, it would have been me was beyond humbling. I looked up at one point and was shocked to see tears on my brother’s face. When I squeezed his hand, he looked up at me and simply said, “I used to have nightmares about this.” He kissed my cheek and added, “I’m so grateful for you.”

After the funeral and the small gathering at Tony’s parents’ place afterwards, Mark and I took him out for coffee, and we talked for awhile. Once again, my brother offered Tony a chance to come down to Providence where he could help him get a job and start over. Tony declined.“I have a chance to get a job at a local gym.  They offered a few months ago, but the hours were crazy, and I was taking care of Julie.”

Just before we left to go back to Rhode Island, Tony took my brother’s hand and told him that somehow, he would repay him. Shaking his head, Mark, his voice uncharacteristically full of emotion, said quietly, “You don’t understand, Tony; this is me, repaying you for helping my sister.” Reaching out, Mark put his arm around my shoulder. “And it’s still nowhere near enough.”

The last time I had talked to Tony was almost a year ago. He was doing well for himself, not only making decent money as a personal trainer, but going to school to obtain a degree so he could become an addiction counselor. 

Glancing at the clock, I was surprised to see it was four-thirty. I’d been reading for over an hour-and-a-half. My flight was at six, meaning I would have to leave for Green in half an hour. 

As if that thought had summoned her, there was a knock on my door, and Mom called softly, “Honey, you awake?”

“Yeah, I’m up.”

The door opened and, poking her head in, Mom asked, “You get any rest?”

I shrugged.“A little, I guess.” I still had the half of the journal in my hand and, lifting it, said, “Been reading.”

“Oh,” Mom said, pointing at the journal, “then I’m glad I didn’t toss that out.” She started to leave, and then she snapped her fingers and said, “By the way, when I picked that up, there was an envelope that was stuck to a page that fell out. I stuck it in the back. Anyway, we need to leave by five, hon.”

“Yeah, I’ll be ready soon.”

When mom left, I flipped to the back of the journal, curious about this envelope. As Mom had said, there it was, between the last page and back cover. Removing it, I turned it over in my hand. There was nothing written on either side, but it was sealed, and I could feel something inside of it. After carefully tearing the corner, I slipped my long fingernail inside and opened it. I pulled out a piece of yellow notebook paper that had something folded inside of it. 

Un-wrapping the yellow paper, I saw writing on the inside of it. Inside of the paper were two smaller envelopes. Before I turned them over to see the front, I looked at the note written on the paper. The ink was faded, and the penmanship was terrible, but, after looking more closely, I realized with a start that it was my writing and that it was the letter I had written to Tony, thanking him for all he had done, and telling him goodbye, as well as asking him to mail the two letters that were in my journal. Dropping the paper, I flipped the envelopes over.

“Oh, my God,” I whispered as I saw the first one was addressed to my mother.

Sliding it to the side, I looked at the one underneath. It was to my brother. As I stared at the letter, I recalled leaving the note to Tony on my journal with the letters. When Mark had come to get me, we had been walking out of the room when he had made a comment about not leaving the journal around. I hadn’t seen him actually pick it up. Mark must have slipped the papers into the back of it. 

I had written in it a few times at Mark’s house. Then I put the journal away for good. At some point, I must have placed all this in the envelope, but for the life of me, I couldn’t recall doing so. No, that wasn’t true! I did do it!  I was supposed to attend a Samhain ceremony and had put them in the envelope to burn as a way of releasing the painful memories of my past. I never made the ceremony, and soon after, I left for Chicago, leaving the journal in my old closet.

Putting the letter to Mom down, I opened the letter I had written to my brother and began to read it. As I did, my eyes welled up again. The first part of the letter was a goodbye. 

As I continued, my tears subsided and I had an overwhelming feeling that I was meant to read this--the second half of the letter was my confession to my brother that I was in love with him and always had been. I had wanted him to know how I felt! Unable to read the last few lines, I slid the letter into the envelope and sat there, shaking my head. Had I not called Tommy to try to help Tony, the only way my brother would have ever known how I felt about him would be by reading this letter. My brother would have found out that I loved him, only to then realize that I was dead. In my sick diseased mind it had never occurred to me how terribly selfish of an act that was. It would have made my death even more devastating to him.

But on Saturday night, Mark had proclaimed that same love for me, giving me the opportunity to say what I had written years ago. I’d had a chance to look into my brother’s gorgeous eyes and give him the one thing that he longed for! The one thing that even he couldn’t forcibly take: the heart of his sister. I was ready to tell him when there was nothing left, but when it came down to it now, when there was a chance at an amazing life together, I had hesitated! Worse, I had turned it into a game, wondering if he had meant it, then, when presented with another chance just hours ago, I had managed a weak “yes.”

Looking at the clock, I saw it was quarter to five. I had to get dressed and go. Mark had said that he would come see me in Chicago. Maybe we could talk then. By then, he would have calmed down and…

I shook my head. That was a selfish thought and, sad to say, one of many that I’d had where Mark was concerned. I had just spent the last hour reading about how my brother went to hell and back to save my life. The last entry I read was about me promising my brother to never leave him again. But then what did I do? Within a year, I ran to Chicago! I had always thought that Mark had been okay with my leaving, knowing it was best for me. Today, however, he admitted how badly he missed me and how he regretted that he couldn’t be involved in my new and successful life. That he had been there for the bad, and, when I ran from the bad, I also ran from him. 

I stopped at that last thought. My heart was pounding. Just as I had described in my journal on that day that I thought the answer was to kill myself, I felt a moment of clarity come over me. I suddenly recalled the real reason that I had gone to Chicago with Betty. It hadn’t been just to leave the past behind, but to try to…

I took another look at the clock and saw it was now five of. I thought of Walsh, and the potential to become famous, to be set up for life. That image was replaced by that of my brother, his face over mine, his golden-green eyes looking into mine as he whispered, “I love you Megan, I love you so much.”

“Fuck it!” I swore aloud.

Getting up from the bed, I went over to the suitcase and hurriedly tossed on a plain white sundress and sandals, pulled my hair into a ponytail, and grabbed my purse and cell phone. I was at the door when I glanced back at the bed and saw the letters lying in open view. Running over I first hid the letter to Mom back in the journal; I did not want her to see that!  Then I picked up the letter to my brother and shoved it into my purse. I walked out the door just in time to almost knock Mom over as she was getting ready to knock.

She stared at me with a confused expression on her face. “Where’s your bag, hon?”

“I…” I hesitated.  I had no car.  I needed a car. “Mom can I borrow your car?”

“Borrow?” Mom looked more confused. “Megan, we’re taking you to the airport.”

“I’m not going,” I told her. “I…I been thinking of what you said and I…” I felt like rolling my eyes as even at this point I still needed to lie. “I’m going to go back and tell him how I feel I…”

“What about your meeting with that--”

“This is more important than money,” I answered.

Mom nodded approvingly. “Yes, it is Megan, there will be another chance to make it big, but true love only comes around once in a lifetime.”

“If it’s not too late,” I sighed. 

“Seems like they’ve waited awhile. I’m sure there’s still a chance.”

I nodded, “I hope you’re right, but can I take the car?”

“Of course, on, come on down, I’ll get you the keys.”

I followed her downstairs and into the kitchen, where mom took the keys from the peg next to the door. When she put them in my hand, something occurred to me.

“Umm, if things go okay, I might, umm…” I hesitated.

With a laugh, Mom waved her hand at me.“If you’re trying to tell me that you might not be bringing the car back tonight, that’s fine. If I need to run some errands in the morning, I’ll get your father to cart me around.” She smiled. “He’ll love it; it’ll give him something to bitch about.”

As I drove my mother’s small, blue Honda Accent down the highway, I took a deep breath, pulled out my cell, and dialed Royce. 

He must have been sitting on the phone, because it barely finished the first ring when he answered.“Why, hello, my future superstar! You on your way to the airport?”

“Not exactly.”

“I don’t like the sound of that, sweetie. Where are you?”

“Royce, I’m not coming down. Tell Walsh to cancel the plane.”

“What?” Royce exclaimed. “Megan, tell me you’re fucking with me. That plane is on its way from New York now.”

“Then he can have it turn around and go straight to Chicago. I’m not joking Royce. I can’t make it.”

“Are you out of your mind?” he demanded. “This is Albert Walsh! You blow him off, you don’t get a second chance! We talked about this, you may not get…”

“Listen to me, Royce. My family needs me.” Not a lie, really. After all, Mark was my brother. “And they’re more important than Walsh!”

“Megan, don’t do this to me…”

“You know what, Royce? Give me his fucking number and I’ll call him!” I snapped. “You remember one thing, Albert Walsh came looking for me, and if he wants me that bad, he can wait a couple of damn days.”




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 39



“Calm down, I’m…”

“I’m one-of-a-kind, and he knows it. If he doesn’t want me, then someone else will.” I paused, and, as Royce remained silent, I asked. “So, you calling him, or am I?”

Royce sighed. “You’re really going to do this to yourself? Miss out on the chance of a lifetime?”

“No, Royce, I’m canceling it so I don’t miss out on the chance of a lifetime. So, who calls?”

“I will, I’ll just...” he grunted disgustedly. “I’ll call you later, that is, if you even care what he says.” With that, he sighed and hung up.

“Drama queen,” I muttered, tossing the phone back into my purse.

There was no traffic, and I reached Mark’s office by five-thirty. Most of the offices in the building closed at five, so there were plenty of spots in the garage. I drove around and spotted both Mark’s Firebird and his Lexus that I had left there. Pulling alongside them, I hoped that it was okay to leave cars overnight. Crossing the street, I entered the first floor and was relieved to see that the security guard sitting behind the desk was Roger, who had walked me down last night. I wanted to catch my brother by surprise and, after saying hello, was thrilled that Roger remembered me. I asked if he could let me upstairs without buzzing my brother, and he smiled and waved at the elevators. 

I exited on Mark’s floor and, as I made my way towards Mark’s suite, saw Jim heading towards me, his briefcase in his hand. 

“Hey, Megan, just in time. I was just going to lock the door to the lobby.”

“Is Mark in his office?” 

“Yeah, I think he’s still in there.” He paused and gestured towards the other end of the hall. “Good luck, because he’s been in a mood-and-a-half tonight.”

“I think maybe I can cheer him up,” I said. Hopefully anyway.

I made my way quietly down the hallway that led to Mark’s office. As I entered the small waiting area, I saw that his door was open and, as I drew closer, I could hear music playing. Andrew Lloyd Weber’s Phantom of the Opera. I stopped in the doorway and peered in. 

Mark was sitting on the floor near the wall and was in the process of wrapping his karate trophies in bubble wrap. He had changed out of his suit and was wearing a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt. I couldn’t help but take a moment to appreciate how good the shirt looked stretched across his broad shoulders, as well as the contrast of the white against his deep tan and the dark colors of his tattoos. 

I pushed those thoughts to the side, however, as my eyes reached his face. He looked sad and was moving listlessly. As he finished one trophy, he pushed it to the side with a sigh and picked up another. His lips were moving as he absently sang along to the music of the night. He didn’t notice me walk into the office and stop only a few steps away. Knowing from past experience that my brother was not someone you wanted to sneak up on, I said softly, “Hey, little brother.”

He looked up, and as soon as he saw me, his eyes dropped to the black Movado watch I had bought him for his thirty-fifth birthday. The one I had bought to replace the one he had pawned for me in New York.

“What are you doing here?” he asked sounding irritated. “Thought you had a plane to catch”

Not the start I’d hoped for, but what did I expect?

“Forget about that,” I said, walking over to him. “Mark, I…”

“Forget it? What, are you crazy? Get going Meg. We’ve said what we needed to. Go home and take what you want.”

“What I want is right here,” I said softly.

He looked at me and shook his head. “Look, I’m glad you came by, because I’m sorry about being so rough on you earlier, but you need to take care of…”As he spoke he made to stand up.

Dropping to my knees in front of him so he wouldn’t get up, I put my hand on his arm.“That was my fault, Mark,” I told him. “I pushed you to tell me a lot, and then I… you were right. You deserve better than how I treated you with all this.”

“Megan, forget it, really. We can talk another time.” He pointed at the door. “Now let’s go. Call and say you’re running late, and I’ll get you to…”

He stopped as I shook my head. “I cancelled the plane Mark. We need to talk, and I’m not going to put my career in front of you.”

“Cancelled?” He sighed. “Look, I appreciate that, sis, I really do, but I’ve been thinking, and you know what? Maybe I as wrong.”

“No …”

“Let me finish. I was convinced, Megan. Convinced that you loved me and was just afraid, but I guess I was wrong, and I acted like an asshole because…” He looked away. “I just so wanted to be right.”

“You…”

“So get on the phone and get the plane back, or we’ll book you another one.”

“Mark…” I tried again, but he went on.

“I’ll take the L.A. job, and next weekend I’ll come see you and we can talk and….well, we can have a little fun, if you want, and…”

He stopped as I put my finger to his lips. Leaning forward, I put my arms around his shoulders, looked into his eyes and said softly, “Mark, I love you.”

His eyes widened. “You…”

I placed my lips to his ear and repeated it, “I love you, Mark.” I smiled after I said it; it felt so natural, as if I’d been saying it for years.

I pulled my head back, and as Mark looked at me, a slow smile spread across his face.“Really?” he asked. “I mean, not like your brother, like…”

“I love you the way you love me,” I gently kissed his lips. “In every way.”

I looked up and laughed as my badass brother started to blush.

“I love you, too, I…” he stopped.

“What?”  I asked.

“But…?” Mark raised his eyebrows.

I laughed. “No buts, Mark. I played that game for years.” I drew him into my arms, and, as he hugged me back, I said quietly, “No buts, baby. Only love.”

Mark squeezed me tightly to him, and I sighed as I returned his embrace. My heart was pounding in my chest as I realized that I had finally said it! There was still a lot to talk about, but at least now…

“Meg,” Mark said, leaning away from me, “you sure you don’t want to try to call Walsh and…”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You and I have a lot to talk about, and that comes first.”

Mark started to stand up.“Well, come on. We’ll get out of here, and go grab some dinner.”

I grabbed his arm, holding him down. “You know what? Let’s just stay right here. It’s nice and quiet and…” I shrugged. “Besides, I don’t want to go out. I’m not wearing any makeup, and my hair’s in a ponytail, and I’m…”

“The Megan I fell in love with,” he said. “Megan Decosta’s hot, but I always liked Megan Hanson better,” he winked. “That girl-next-door look always did it for me.”

“Oh, please, stop trying to be smooth,” I laughed. “Breathing does it for you, you dog.”

Mark laughed loudly and I smiled, enjoying seeing him happy.

“Anyway, what do you want to talk about?” he asked. “I’ll call the firm in Chicago and…”

I cut him off with a wave of my hand. I didn’t want to talk about that yet. There were still things I was unsure of. Shifting so that I was sitting cross-legged on the floor as he had been, I took his hands in mine.“Well I…” I shrugged. “When did you know you loved me? I mean, was it way back when we were younger, or was it Samantha?”

Mark looked down at my hands over his and thought for a moment.

“Well, when we were younger, I really thought that we would, I don’t know, run off together or something, but you didn’t seem to want to.” It was his turn to shrug. “But then you started having problems, and I was sick then, too, the Voice was running me, and then…” He shook his head. “You got really bad, and at that point, even though we were fooling around, I really loved you like a sister, one that I was always worried about. Then, after you got yourself together, I think those feelings started to grow again.”

“So there wasn’t one moment?” I asked.

“You know, now that you bring it up, there was. It was…”

“The night we had sex for the first time after Samantha?” I asked.

“Close,” Mark said, nodding. “But it was a couple of nights after that. We had gone out to dinner, then, of course, come back and messed around. I woke up and had to use the bathroom. I came back and was going to get back into bed when I found myself looking at you.” He smiled and looked past me; his eyes had a distant look to them, as if he were envisioning what he was saying.“The black sheet was pulled up to your shoulder and the candles were lit.” Reaching out, he touched my shoulder. “Your skin looked amazing and your long, black hair was fanned across the pillow.” He shook his head. “But your face, you looked so peaceful,” he sighed. “So beautiful.”

“And not just beautiful, but you were happy, healthy and successful. The real Megan, the one I always knew was there.’

“Well, while I was watching you, I noticed that you push your lips out when you sleep, like you’re pouting.” He laughed softly. “I never could resist that pout.”

“So I leaned forward and I gave you just a little kiss.” With a grin, he leaned forward and kissed me lightly, his lips barely grazing mine. “And you opened those gorgeous eyes of yours.” He smiled again at the memory. “Only part-way though, and you whispered, ‘Little brother, are you looking for more?”

“Well, you always were!” I laughed.

“Can you blame me? Anyway, you were more asleep then awake, and you looked adorable. I told you no, and you asked what I wanted, and I just smiled and said, ‘You.’” He once again got that faraway look in his eyes as he continued. “And you just gave me this huge smile; you know that classic kind of lopsided smile of yours. And you put your arms out to me.’

“I slid onto the bed next to you, and I took you into my arms and pulled you close.” He smiled at the memory. “You nestled your face into my chest, and when I started playing with your hair, you sighed and just relaxed into me. I laid there, holding you, and I just…” he sighed. “Megan, nothing ever felt more right, and I knew that it was where we belonged, and I decided that I was going to tell you the next time I saw you. That didn’t work out the way it was supposed to, but that was when I knew for sure.”

“I…I love it!” I exclaimed. Shaking my head, I sighed. “Well, I’d like to tell you when I…well, it’s not when I knew for sure, because, honestly, I think part of me knew all those years ago. For me, it wasn’t knowing I loved you, but getting to the point that, like you, I was ready to admit it to myself and be able to tell you.”Reaching into my purse I pulled out the envelope I had brought from Mom’s.“Of course, you know with me, nothing’s easy, and,,,”

“Do tell,” Mark said, grinning.

I rolled my eyes and continued. “Well, when I went to stay at Mom’s, she said she had some old books, and one of them was my black journal.”

“Journal,” Mark frowned. “Damn, I thought you burned that thing.”

“Nope, I never did, and I’m glad I didn’t. So, anyway, I’ve been reading it.” I smiled ruefully. “All of it.”

“Oh, Megan.” Mark said softly.

“I had just finished reading how you found me in New York and all that you went through.” I took his hands again in mine. “You saved my life.”

“And you saved mine, at the group home and after Max,” Mark replied. “We’ve always helped each other. Always.”

“Well, when I was done, I found this.” As I spoke I unfolded the letter.

“What’s that?”

“This is the letter I wrote to say goodbye to you. The one you would have gotten if Tommy hadn’t called you.”

“Megan, don’t read that,” Mark shook his head. “You don’t need to relive that…”

“Just let me read it, okay? It’s important to me.”

He nodded, so, holding up the letter, I began.

“My beautiful little brother,

I’m sorry to have to say goodbye like this, and I hate that the last time I saw you ended so badly. Please try to understand that it had to be that way. I figured that if you hated me, you wouldn’t hunt me down, and that you would forget about me.

I know you think you hurt me the last time we were together. Please know that I never blamed you for that, I brought it on myself.

Please forgive me for leaving you. You always deserved better than me and the things that I put you through. Even though you may not believe me, I did try. I did the best I could for as long as I could, but just wasn’t strong enough. Never blame yourself, as you did everything that you could for me. Please don’t be sad, for me, this is not the end, but a new beginning. I have been dreaming of my forest. It’s waiting for me, and I can’t wait to get there. No more pain, little brother! Only peace!

This letter is not just a goodbye, but my last chance to say something that I was never able to.

Mark, I love you! I love you in every way, you were truly my everything! I fell in love with you on those amazing Saturday mornings in my bedroom, and I have been in love ever since. The night at Donatello’s was the best of my life, and in a perfect world, that would have been the beginning of our life together. But even back then, I was falling and did not want to bring you down with me. Seeing how successful you have been tells me that I did the right thing. You could have never achieved as much as you have with your disgrace of a sister weighing you down.

I have to go, Mark, but before I do, I want to ask one thing of you. Even though at the end I did everything I possibly could to get you to hate me, I hope that somehow you can find it within your heart to not hate me, but to remember me with love. 

Goodbye, my brother, always know that your big sister loved you.”

I put the letter down, proud of myself for not breaking down as I read it. I looked up to see my brother had not fared as well. He had his head in his hands and was shaking his head.

“It’s okay, Mark,” I told him, reaching out and pulling his hands from his face. “It’s a good thing!”

“Nothing about that time was good,” he answered as he wiped his eyes.

“Well, no,” I agreed, “but reading that an hour ago, and knowing what I was ready to do after I wrote it, made me realize that I’d always loved you, and you deserve to hear me say it. Besides, reading the end of the journal brought back something else I’d forgotten.”

“Which was?”

“Well, when I was in rehab, I started another journal and I remember at the end writing in it that I loved you and maybe now that I was better, something could come of it.”

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” he asked.

“The same reason I didn’t before, I mean, you had made junior partner. You were making great money, and as for women?” I laughed. “Hell, Mark, you had a nineteen-year-old psychology student living with you!”

“Yeah, but that was just a game. She meant…”

“It was more than that. Thing was, here I was just out of rehab, living with the folks and back to working at Sears. I was totally starting over, and you had already accomplished so much.” I put my hands out. “I was back to thinking I just wasn’t your equal.”

“You have never not been my equal,” Mark said. “Things like money and jobs don’t…”

“They didn’t matter to you because you were the successful one. It mattered to me because I had nothing. I ended up playing a game with myself. I said I would give it a year, prove I could stay clean, get a better job and start painting again.” I sighed. “Then I figured we could talk after I proved that I could be a true partner.”

“Then what happened?” Mark asked. “I mean, you did those things and…” he trailed off.

“Well, in the interim, we would play, but you were into others, and that whole bad boy attorney image was coming out. You had the press eating up every wild thing you did, and I started to think, what would happen if we got caught? You had more to lose than ever.”

As Mark shook his head, I continued.

“Once, I thought about talking to you, and I went over to surprise you. You were in the shower, and some gorgeous redhead answers, not one of your little tweens, but, I mean, high class and built like a brick shithouse.  I ended up leaving. Couple of days later, Betty comes by and brings up Chicago.” I paused as it began to dawn on me how full-circle some of this was becoming.

“I didn’t like the idea at first, and then I ran into those guys outside the store I told you about, and I just decided it was time for a new start.” Leaning forward, I took Mark’s hand in mine again. “Thing was, Mark, I told myself I was running from painful memories like that. Rhode Island’s a small state, and God only knew how many guys would remember me, and…” I shook my head to clear those unwanted thoughts.“But besides that, what I was running from was us.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, it used to kill me to know I couldn’t have you, well, for more than a little while at a time anyway. In fact, some of that pain was the reason I would drink. Now, here we were again, and I just couldn’t take it anymore, so I ran. I figured distance would help me forget about how I wanted us to be together. You would flourish, I could start over, and we could still have fun when we visited. Once I got down there, I got so caught up in everything that I really started to believe my past was all I was escaping from.” I sighed.

 “Then, Saturday came, and you said what I’d always wanted to hear, and somewhere in the back of my head, I guess I had convinced myself that I had forgotten that I had always felt the same way.”Squeezing his hand, I looked at him and said, “I…I know it all sounds stupid Mark, but it’s how I felt, and then I just started pushing a lot from my mind and…”

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Mark said, smiling. “Things happen as they were meant to. We wouldn’t have worked as kids, and I think that maybe I still saw you as my sister that I needed to watch out for when you first got clean.”

“So you think I…I did the right thing?” I asked. “You were so upset earlier, saying I left you and…”

“I was upset earlier, and I did miss you, but it came out wrong.” He put his other hand over mine. “But over the last five years, you’ve grown into a hell of a woman, your own life, a great career, you wouldn’t have done that here.” Looking into my eyes, he added, “Seriously Megan, we needed that time to see how much we needed each other. It all happened, not as we wanted it, but how it was meant to.” 

Leaning forward, he kissed me, then he sat back and smiled softly.

“So tell you what, no more of the past for either of us. Like Milton said, ‘Long is the way, and hard, that out of Hell leads up to light.’” Nodding, Mark kissed me again, then continued. “You’re my light, Megan, and I’m yours. Time to think about the future. From now on, only forward, never backwards.”

“I like that.” 

“Good,” Mark nodded. “And speaking of the future, I’ll call Bloch and Price tomorrow and tell them that they just hired the best attorney on the east coast.”

“If you do say so yourself,” I told him.

“Well, somebody has to,” he said, shrugging. “Anyway, I already told Jim I was out in a couple of weeks, and I figure I can be down to Chicago by the end of next week.” He gave me a huge smile.

Letting his hand go, I took a deep breath as I felt those same nagging doubts creep in. I loved Mark, of that, there was now no doubt. Yet nothing else had changed, there was still so much for him to lose and…

“What’s the matter Meg?” Mark asked as he saw me thinking.

“Nothing I…” I paused, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“Please tell me, after that big ‘I love you,’ that you’re not going to start ‘butting’ me to death again.”

“No, baby,” I began quietly. “I…I want us to be together, it’s…” I sighed. “There are things to worry about, that’s all. I mean, I know we’re the most important thing, but still.”

“Look, Megan,” he began. “I know there are things you’re worried about, and I know some of them. I didn’t want to say much, because if you didn’t love me, then there was no point in arguing.” He put his hand up. “So let’s go over this.”

Putting one finger up, he began.

“Our careers. Face it Meg, your paintings would sell for more. “Those sick bastards would pay more, knowing the queen of the night is involved in a forbidden relationship. It makes you even more of the real deal in their eyes.”




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 39



“I’m worried about you, though. You could lose…”

“First off, I don’t plan on getting found out. Second of all,” he shrugged, “I don’t care. I’ve got plenty put away and invested, and hell,” he laughed, “I can live off of you! Be your houseboy!”

“I’m serious!”

“I know! That’s your problem,” he replied. “Anyway,” he said, raising another finger, “if we did get caught, what would happen? Incest between consensual adult siblings is not easily prosecuted, especially in our case, where we can’t have kids.”

“But…”

“Meg, find another word, will you?” Mark rolled his eyes before continuing. “Also, someone has to bring up the charges.Who would do that? Let’s rephrase that. Who would, down there, that I couldn’t convince, one way or another, not to?”

“What about…”

“Your parents? Doug knows, and I know I made that tougher. If you want to tell him, and, honestly, I don’t know what he’d say. But if he loses it, he loses you, and deep down he would realize that. As for Denise,” he put his hands out. “I…Meg, I just can’t see that woman ever not loving you.”

“You just make it sound so easy.”

“It is.”

I rolled my eyes.“You sound like Mom.”

“Good. Denise is a lot smarter than Doug’s ever given her credit for.” Mark sighed. “Now that we cleared that up, why don’t you give me the real reason that held you back and has you nervous even now.”

“What do you mean?” I looked away as I spoke; I knew damn well what I was worried about.

“Okay sis, I know you.” He nodded as if agreeing with himself. “I know how that hamster in a wheel you got up there works. All these things are something to think about, but its smoke, sis. Now let’s get down to it.What’s really got you hung up?”
“It’s just…” I put my head down. “It’s me I’m worried about, Mark, I…”

“Megan, we are in love, it’s all that matters, and it is that simple. I’m willing to say that the last twenty years were building up to this, but from here on, it’s all wasted time. We’re not kids. How much more time do you want to throw away?” He put his hands up. “Why can’t you tell me what you’re worried about?”

“Mark, I…I don’t want to break your heart.”

“You sure about that?” he said rolling his eyes.

“Really! Look at my track record! Tommy, Ben, Laura.” I shook my head. “I thought I was in love with all of them, and they loved me, but…” I shrugged. “I hurt them all, and I don’t want to…”

“You hurt them because they weren’t right for you, just like I had to hurt Samantha. We’re meant to be, sis. You know that now, I know you do.”

“But….” As I said it, Mark slapped his forehead in frustration, but I continued, “baby, I don’t want to hurt you. I mean, what if in six months it doesn’t work out and you get…”

“It’s my life and I’m willing to take that chance.”

“B…” I caught myself. “Mark I…”

I stopped as Mark took my face in his hands. He looked into my eyes and whispered, “Megan, I would rather have all of your heart for six months, than spend the rest of my life only being part of it.”

“I…” I stopped as I could feel myself choking up. “I’ve hurt you enough, and I never want to again.”

“You won’t Please, for once, just trust your heart. If you can’t, then trust mine.”

“I want to!’ I exclaimed. “I…” I looked away. “I’m just worried! I mean, we give this a go, and I screw it up, then I might not have you at all.”

Mark was silent, and when I looked back at him, he had his head down. I remained silent as I felt a sinking feeling in my heart. How the hell had I managed to proclaim my love for my brother and still end up fucking things up? My thoughts were cut off by Mark’s looking back up at me.

“You know, Megan, I’m a trial lawyer and a damn good one, good enough to beat one of the best in the country last year.’ He shook his head. “I’ve done closing arguments on the turn of a dime and can argue anything with anyone.” He stopped and sighed. “But sitting here with you, I can’t think of a goddamn thing to come up with to convince you that the two of us will always be in love.”

“I’m sorry I’m not making this easy…” I stopped as Mark turned towards his desk.

The Phantom of the Opera soundtrack had run out, and the next song was Black Sabbath’s War Pigs. The volume had risen with the song and, picking up the remote, Mark went to shut it off. He stopped and appeared to be thinking. Turning around, he quickly got to his feet and, reaching down, took my hand, pulling me up to him.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“I just thought of something” he told me as he began walking over to his desk, taking me with him. “You know how couples have their own songs?”

“Yeah, I guess,” I said as, stopping in front of his desk, Mark reached out to the iPod he had plugged into his computer speakers and began searching through it.

“Well, a couple of weeks ago, I heard this song. I mean, I’d heard it before, but I had been thinking of us and it came on and …”  He seemed to find what he was looking for and said, “I think it’s us, Megan, it’s really how I feel and…” He paused, pushed the play button, and then put his hands on my waist. 

“Come on, sis, they’re playing our song.”

He was nuts, but going along with him, I wrapped my hands around his shoulders, and Mark started slowly swaying against me. I heard the opening notes to the song and knew it instantly--Seether’s Broken. As soon as the song registered, the words began, and, to my surprise, Mark began singing softly in my ear.

I wanted you to know that I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain


Because I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away

My eyes began to burn as my brother sang to me. For years, he had said that we were two halves of a broken whole. Many times in the past, the two of us had been at our worst when the other was not around. Yet, no matter how bad things were, once we were together again, we managed to get through them. As the song continued, I relaxed completely into Mark’s embrace and, closing my eyes, lost myself in his voice.


The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

“The worst was over now, and there was no one left to fight.” Those words couldn’t be truer. Both Mark and I had spent a lifetime laying our demons to rest, my brother’s illness, my addiction, and the painful memories of our nightmarish childhoods. Mark and I had overcome them all. It hadn’t been easy, and during it all, the one constant that had kept us both going was each other. I remembered the letter I had just read, saying that I had been dreaming of my forest, where there would be no more pain, only peace. As Mark’s arms wrapped around my waist and drew me closer, I realized that my brother was my forest, my safe haven. In his arms, there was never anything but peace.I turned my head, wanting to share that thought with him, but stopped as he went into the chorus:

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away

I could hear Mark’s voice beginning to break as he sang that last line, and I knew exactly how he felt. I had only started my search for my one true love when I reached Chicago. Only then had I begun to have that desire to fill that suddenly empty spot in my heart. I’d always believed that I hadn’t felt that need before because I had been sick. That once I had my own life, it was the one thing I was missing. Now I knew that the reason that feeling had appeared was because I had moved away from my brother. I had not felt that lonesomeness before because, although we hadn’t acted on it, my one true love had always been right in front of me. 

When I left, it had created a hole in both of us. I had tried to fill it by searching for love, and my brother had gone further into excess. That is, until Samantha showed him what he truly needed, and, indirectly, who he needed it from. I recalled what Mark had said yesterday at his apartment, that whenever one of us was feeling broken, the other could make it better, and that maybe if we were always together, and then neither of us would ever fall apart. I was suddenly struck by the thought that it really was that simple! I smiled into Mark’s neck, and when the chorus repeated, I lifted my lips to his ear and softly sang along with him.


'Cause I'm broken when I'm open 
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away

As the final notes faded, I stayed where I was, lowering my head to rest on my brother’s strong chest. I sighed contentedly as he slid his arms up around my shoulders, hugging me to him. As we stood there, I could feel tears of joy making their way down my cheeks. All of my doubts and all of the buts’ and what-if’s fell away. Only in each other’s arms did either of us feel complete, and there was no reason to ever feel broken again. Keeping my arms around his neck, I put my head up and, looking into Mark’s beautiful eyes, I started to speak, only to discover I was too choked up to get anything out.

“Come on, Meg,” Mark said softly, “my voice isn’t that bad.”

Taking a deep breath, I whispered, “Yes.”

“Yes to what?”

“Yes to you,” I said smiling, “and to us, and to everything!”

“You mean it?” Mark asked, his eyes lighting up like an excited little kid. “You really want me to be part of your life?”

“No,” I said, shaking my head, “not my life.” Leaning forward, I kissed him softly on the lips. “Our life.”

The short ride from Mark’s firm to his condo seemed to take forever, yet, at the same time, I was enjoying every minute of it. When we left his office and gotten into the elevator. I leaned into Mark, sliding my arms around his waist and resting my cheek on his shoulder. Mark put his arms around me and I could feel him trembling against me. I reluctantly stepped away from him before the elevator opened, but once out of the building Mark took my hand as we crossed the street to the garage. Mark led me over to the Firebird, but when he let my hand go to open the door I walked over and stood next to the Lexus. 

He looked at me for a moment, then, shrugging came over. I was standing in front of the passenger door and he reached around me to unlock it. Looking around to make sure no one was in the garage with us, I through my arms around his neck and kissed him hard. To my delight he did not even try to resist. Instead, leaning forward he pushed me against the car and started running his hands along my sides. I kissed him harder and opened my mouth against his. Mark’s tongue immediately plunged into my mouth, and I groaned as his hands circled my waist, before dropping down and giving my ass a hard squeeze. His lips left mine, but only to drop down and fasten themselves to my neck. Keeping my arms around his neck I leaped up, wrapping my long legs around his waist. 

I moaned as I could feel his hard cock pressing though his jeans and against the crotch of my panties. 

“Damn,” I panted as he nibbled playfully on my ear. “We should have taken the edge off in the office.”

“No,” Mark said as he removed his arms from around my waist. “I want you in my bed”

I smiled up at him, loving the look of longing in his eyes, as he opened the door for me. When he climbed in behind the wheel, I smiled at him and slid across the seat until our hips were touching. Like a teenager, I put my head on his shoulder. He slipped his arm around my shoulders and leaned in for another kiss before we pulled away. 

As we sat in traffic, I rested my head on his shoulder while he leaned his head against the top of mine. I looked at our reflection in the rearview mirror. Years ago, when we were in our teens and twenties, our resemblance had been remarkable. But for our eyes and Mark’s darker complexion, we could have passed as twins. The years had altered that somewhat Mark’s soft features, the ones that had earned him the nickname “Pretty Boy” much of his life, had hardened. There was still enough similarity, to me at least, that we could still easily be identified as siblings. Not too long ago, less than an hour as a matter of fact, that would have concerned me. Now, however, the only thing that I found myself focusing on was how truly beautiful we looked together.

Mark cursed, as he had been trying to make a red light, but the guy in front of us jammed his brakes on. As he sat there, impatiently tapping the steering wheel, I picked my head up from his shoulder and kissed his cheek. When he turned to look at me I caught his lips. He tried for a quick kiss, but, slipping my hand behind his head, I held his lips pressed to mine. Soon, we were kissing deeply and passionately, our lips sliding across each other’s, as our tongues darted and teased. As we kissed, I slipped my other hand up into his t-shirt and sighed at how incredible his hard flat stomach felt. Turning in his seat, he brought his hand up and, after lightly caressing my bare shoulder, slid it up through my long black hair. The dress was open in the back and I felt  a shiver go through me as his hand caress my skin. We both jumped at the sound of a horn behind us. The light had turned, and as Mark gunned the car forward, I laughed,“Jeez, didn’t that guy know you were making out with your sister?”

“Not my sister,” Mark said, and then he glanced over at me and smiled, “My love.”

“My love,” A slow smile spread across my face as I repeated his words. “I love that!” I exclaimed happily.

“And I love you.”

We arrived at his condo and held hands in the elevator. I would have loved to hold more than that, but was trying to behave. When we got off on his floor, there were several people in the corridor, and I reflexively went to pull my hand away. But Mark caught my hand and, holding it firmly in his own, began to walk towards his apartment.

“But you live here!” I whispered.

“Not for much longer,” he replied.

He lived at the far end of the long corridor and, as always, we got a few looks, most people probably assuming I was just Mark’s latest. I’m sure some of them were wondering what he was doing with me, a slightly thin woman, who was older than his usual “type,” wearing just a plain sundress and ponytail. As if to prove my point, just as we reached his apartment, two young girls, who couldn’t have been more than twenty, came from around the corner. As soon as they saw him, their eyes lit up, they both smiled and said hi.

But Mark was seemingly oblivious to them. He turned to me and, in front of them, as well as anyone else who was watching, put his arms around me and gave me a lingering kiss. I should’ve been worried, but all I felt was excitement! Keeping his arm around my waist, Mark turned sideways to unlock the door. I immediately pressed my lips to his, kissing him deeply as he tried to open the door. I could hear him fumbling with the lock and giggled in his ear. “Hope you’re not going to have a hard time finding the hole once we’re in there! Mark laughed and finally getting the door open. Stepped in, pulling me I after him. As soon as he closed the door I was back in his arms. Throwing myself into him and sending him back against the door.

, “You sure you going to be able to handle this, Mark?” I asked as I slipped my hand under his shirt, and started rubbing his chest.

“What?” he asked as he groped for the lamp, turned it on, then steadied it with his hand, as he nearly knocked it over.

“Well,” I said as I sank my fingers into his hair and gently pulled it, “no more young girls there, bad boy, you going to be okay with that?” 

He winced and smiled.  “I think so,” he said. “The girl I’m seeing is pretty hot.” 

 With that, he pulled me hard against him, but we stumbled and fell sideways. He reached for the table to steady us and hit the lamp with his hand.   It toppled off the table and crashed on the floor, sending the room into darkness again.  “Damn!”

“Leave it!” I snapped as I grabbed his chin with my hand.  Then I kissed his lips again.  “Not just the young ones, Mark,” I continued as, taking his hand I started to lead him to his bedroom. “No more overheated, unsatisfied housewives.”

Grinning, Mark pointed at me.“No more infatuated art students.”

I laughed as I pulled him along, “No more blond supermodels!”

Mark rolled his eyes, then smirked,“No more blond reporters, Megan.”

I laughed and stood aside as he opened the door and led me into his bedroom. The windowless room was quite dark. As he hit the switch that turned on the candelabra’s, I walked over and stood at the foot of his bed. As I turned to face him, he closed the door and, stepping towards me, slipped off his t-shirt and tossed it to the side. My heart was pounding! Not only from the sight of my brother’s magnificent body, but also at the thought that we were going to be together for the first time as so much more than we ever had been before.

When he approached, he reached out to me, but I stepped back. Giving me that beautiful smile of his, he made a ‘Come here’ gesture with his finger. I stepped up to him and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He tried to put his arms around me, but again, I pulled away, teasing him. Putting my hands behind my back, I laughed and skipped--yes skipped--backwards. I felt positively giddy! Like a young girl who had finally gotten to kiss her high school crush. He laughed and shook his head,

Giving him a seductive look, I reached up and slid the clip from my hair. I shook my head and felt my long, raven black hair cascade down my shoulders and back. I slid my hands under my hair and untied my sundress. Lifting my arms up, I let the dress fall to the floor. 

As I stood there in just a lacy white bra and matching thong, Mark gave me an appreciative up-and-down gaze. Then, looking into my eyes, he whispered, “You really are beautiful, Megan.”

I beckoned him to me. When he reached me, I put my hands on his shoulders and tried to draw him into my embrace, but he put his hands on my hips and held me at arm’s length.  He was still looking at me, his eyes heavy-lidded and full of need.  Finally, his eyes met mine again, and he took my face in his hands and said it again.  “So beautiful.”

“As are you little…” Catching myself, I smiled, “As are you, my baby.”

To my delight, Mark turned his head away while giving me that adorable, shy little smile, the one only I got to see.

“I love that smile!” I told him..

He looked back at me. “And I love you,” he said softly.

I started to reply, but I was lost in his gorgeous eyes. Those eyes moved closer as he bent his head, his lips finding mine. The kiss started softly, but soon, we were hungrily devouring each other as our hands roamed each other’s bodies.

While I slid my long fingernails along Mark’s broad back and shoulders, I felt his hands reach around and unsnap my bra. I moaned and let my head fall back, and  Mark’s lips slid down my neck, fastening onto the soft flesh of my throat. While he gently sucked my neck, he slid his hands up my back, and his fingers pulled the straps of my bra down my arms. I let him slip the lingerie off me, then I wrapped my arms around him once more, pressing my hard nipples into his muscular chest. Oh, How I loved the feel of his hard body against my tits!

But he pushed against me, and his tongue left my neck and started trailing downwards. Mmm, I knew where he was going. I eased back enough for him to reach my tits, and I moaned as my brother’s—no, I thought happily, my lover’s--tongue found my left nipple. The feeling of his soft wet tongue sliding across the swollen bud of my nipple caused a tingling in my pussy, and I began to rock my hips in response to it..Sighing with pleasure as he took my nipple into his mouth, I moved my hand to the back of his head and ran my fingers through his thick, black hair. With my other hand, I reached down and unsnapped his jeans. I pulled the zipper down, reached in and grabbed his swollen cock through his underwear. He moaned around my tit while I pumped his cock. As much as I could with it trapped in his jeans. While I stroked him, Mark switched up and began sucking on my right nipple.




Siblings with Benefits Ch. 39



But his jeans prevented me from getting a good grip on him, so I slid my hands down to push them over his hips. I sank to my knees, pulled his pants down to his ankles, and licked my lips at the sight of his massive prick springing free. I took it in my hand gave it a squeeze, and felt my pussy begin to drip when I saw his precum oozing from the tip. Looking up into his hungry eyes, I playfully flicked my tongue across the tip, before running it along the edges of his sensitive head. His hips jerked. I smiled at how his eyes widened when I pulled my tongue back; a line of his sticky fluid trailed from it.

Unable to resist any longer, I lowered my head and took Mark’s huge dick into my mouth. I slowly worked my way down the length of his shaft, enjoying every inch of him. He moaned when my lower lip touched his balls. I held my head still, allowing both of us to enjoy the feeling of him completely buried in my throat. He trembled with anticipation.

I slowly started bobbing my head. I felt him reach down and fondle my tits while I took my time sliding his cock through my soft, full lips. With my free ran my fingernails lightly across his balls, making him moan and rock his hips slowly into me. I took him all the way once more, loving the sensation of having my throat full of his hard flesh. 

Mark tugged on my shoulders. I reluctantly slid his cock from my mouth and stood up. He pulled me into his embrace, his lips catching mine. Kissing his soft mouth was wonderful, too, so I slipped my arms around his strong shoulders.

While we kissed, I felt his hands wander down my sides, caressing my skin. Then he hooked his fingers under my thong and slid the thin straps over my hips. Lifting one leg and then the other, I let him work my panties down, all the while enjoying his hands sliding over my hips. It hung at my knees, and still feeling playful, I laughed and shimmied my legs. The thong fell to the floor, and Mark flashed me that smile that made both my heart and my pussy melt. 

Pulling me back into him, his hand immediately found its way between my legs. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he slipped two fingers inside me. Pressing against him, I started rocking my hips, helping to slide his fingers in and out of my soaking wet pussy. He kissed me harder, and his fingers started thrusting deeper into me, causing me to whimper softly in my throat. I started to complain when he withdrew them, but he smiled at me reassuringly and nudged me back onto the bed.  He then dropped to his knees and directed my right foot onto his shoulder. Leaning between my legs, he eagerly slipped his tongue into my dripping pussy.

I threw my head back and moaned, “Ohhh, Mark!” He swirled his tongue around inside of me before slowly sliding it up through the soft wet lips of my pussy to my clit. 

I sighed with pleasure as Mark traced slow circles around my swollen clit and slid a finger back inside of me. I closed my eyes and brought my hands up to my nipples while Mark’s soft, wet tongue continued to caress my sensitive clit. As amazing as his mouth and tongue felt, what I really wanted, no needed was his giant cock. I dropped my leg from his shoulder and took his face in my hands. He made a disappointed sound as I pulled his face from my pussy, but then he groaned into me as I immediately kissed him deeply. I moaned myself as I tasted my pussy on his lips; I pushed my tongue into his mouth and then sucked on his tongue. Mark always gets hot when I taste myself on him. He quickly stood up, grabbed my legs, and pushed me back onto the bed,preparing to slide into me from the side of the bed.

Normally, I love nothing more than to have him hold my legs open while he drives his enormous cock into me. Not tonight, though. I wanted tonight to be different.  Not just wanted, needed. I put my foot against his chest, giving him a gentle push. Standing up in front of him, it was now my turn to guide him to the bed. Taking his face in my hands, I kissed him gently, whispering, “Slow down, baby, we have all night.” I smiled and added, “Hell, we have the rest of our lives.”

He returned my smile, then grabbed my shoulders and tried to lay me back onto the bed. Shaking my head, I removed his hands, and gestured at the bed.

“Why don’t you just lie back and let your Megan love you?”

“My Megan,” he repeated quietly. “Damn, that sounds good.”

“It’ll feel even better.” 

I pushed against his chest, and, taking the hint, Mark lay down and stretched out on the bed. Then I crawled up, and while he watched, smiling in anticipation, I slowly made my way up between his legs. I lowered myself enough that my nipples slid across his thighs and stomach. I worked my way up until I was braced on my hands directly over him. I smiled. Mark’s eyes were locked onto mine rather than on the mirror. Lowering myself down to him, I kissed him softly while I swayed back and forth over him, causing my nipples to tease across his chest. He put his arms around my shoulders as our mouths opened and tongues played. I crawled over his hips and straddled him.

Still kissing him, I started rocking my hips back and forth, catching his hard cock and easing it a little farther along my wet pussy with each motion. He started to reach down, but I grabbed his hand I placed it back on my shoulder.“Just let me,” I whispered.

I immediately found his lips again, loving the way he moaned in his throat when I eased the tip of his cock inside of me. I continued to rock, slowly taking him a little farther inside of me each time. I let myself go all the way back, sighing as I felt his entire length slide inside of me. I nuzzled my face into his neck, kissing him softly while slowly working my hips, sliding him in and out of my hot wet flesh. He moaned softly and pulled me down to him. I slid my arms under his, bringing us as close together as possible. All the while, I continued to kiss his neck while rocking my hips. I nuzzled further into his neck, my soft full lips sliding across his skin. I felt a thrill go through me, as it was now me making love to him!

Although this position was only teasing us both, I had no desire to move. His hands were caressing my back and he was releasing soft moans of pleasure each time I worked my hips into him. Propping myself up on my arms, I brought my lips to his and groaned as we shared a long passionate kiss. His hands encircled my thin waist and began guiding my hips on and off of his cock. We weren’t moving any faster, but his strong hands on me made it feel even better. 

I let out a surprised gasp as Mark threw himself to the side, rolling us over so that he was on top of me. I started to say something, but it turned into a moan as he began to slowly thrust himself into my welcoming flesh. I let my head lie back on the pillow and sighed as he began using wonderfully long, slow strokes. I gasped as his cock began sliding along my swollen clit, and then whimpered as he brought his mouth to my nipple. 

As good as his tongue felt there, however, all I wanted right now was for him to be as close to me as possible.  I wanted to feel his body against mine, so I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me. Both of us groaned as we engaged in another long, slow kiss. He slipped his arms beneath mine, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him even deeper into me. I closed my eyes and sighed, enjoying his gentle, steady rhythm. My hands roamed along his back, squeezing his shoulders and arms. Breaking the kiss, I turned my head, offering him my neck. He began to lightly kiss the skin just under my ear. I moaned, feeling an orgasm slowly building within me. Beginning to breathe heavier, I started gently rocking my hips. 

Mark sighed in my ear as I matched his rhythm, and, turning my head into him, I started kissing his neck just under his ear. He released a soft whimper, and his hips twitched, and I knew he was also getting close. Turning my face into his, I nuzzled his cheek. Knowing what I wanted, he brought his lips to mine. I tightened my arms around him, holding him tight. We were both moaning into the kiss, our bodies growing closer and closer to orgasm. I opened my eyes and looked at our reflection in the mirror. I broke the kiss and gasped as I could feel my thighs beginning to tremble. 

He was still moving slowly, and I swear, he had never felt better! This was even better than Saturday night, because now I knew how he felt about me, and he knew I felt the same. For the first time, we were both loving each other with our hearts as well as our bodies. All thoughts left my mind as he began moving faster. His long, thick cock began pushing harder against my clit.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned in his ear, “oh, honey, just like that!” 

Mark whimpered in my ear as I called him honey, and I loved it! We were going to be so good to each other! My breath caught, and I arched my back up, pushing my hips into Mark’s thrusts, grinding my clit into his hard flesh. My thighs began trembling even more, and as I felt myself beginning to cum, I whispered, “Oh, Mark, how I love you!” 

He moaned into my ear and I felt him explode. As I felt the first warm jet of his cum inside of me, I let out a long drawn-out moan as my own orgasm began to flow through me. Like our love-making, the orgasm was slow and wonderful. The sensation of feeling Mark cumming at the same time as me, his cock twitching inside of me while my warm, wet flesh contracted around it, was incredible! Even as I squealed and writhed beneath him, he still managed to keep up those slow thrusts, each one ending in another spurt of cum. I arched my back, grinding my hips into his, taking him as deep as possible as he continued to cum for me. I groaned as the orgasm sent one last slow wave of pleasure through me, and then I slumped back into the bed. 

Mark moaned as well and lay still on top of me. I contracted my pussy around him once more, and smiled as I felt a few more drops of cum pour into me. More importantly I received that precious whimper, the one that I now knew only I would ever hear!

“I love you,” he whispered in my ear.

‘I love you too, baby,” I answered, as I ran my fingers through his hair.

We stayed there for awhile, neither of us wanting to move. Feeling him growing soft inside of me, I sighed contentedly. Could anything feel better than this? I looking looked up into the mirror and smiled at the sight of my body wrapped around his. With a sigh of his own, Mark rolled over onto his back next to me. He reached down and grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to our waists. I turned my head to look at the clock.

“Damn,” I said, “is it really only eight-thirty?”

“Hmm-mmm” he grunted.

I looked over to see that his eyes were half-shut, and I realized that he had probably slept as little as I had over the last three nights. Seeing that he was nearly asleep already made me smile. As always, the two of us knew what the other needed. I smiled even wider at the look of absolute peace on his face. 

“It’s a little early for bed, isn’t it, Mr. Bad Boy?” I teased.

“I’m sure one of us will wake the other up at some point,” he said with a tired smile.

“True.” I stretched, loving the way the silk sheet felt against my skin and how good I felt lying next to him. 

“Oh, by the way,” he began, “I forgot to tell you that there’s one condition with me coming down to Chicago.”

“Oh?” I asked. “And what’s that?”

“The bedroom comes with me.”

I laughed. “I got news for you, Mark; I wasn’t letting you down there without it!”

“Sounds good.”

“Course, my bedroom is smaller than this.” 

“Then we’ll have to buy a bigger place,” he said simply. “Our place.”

“Hey!” I said excitedly. “Can we buy a house? A nice one with a deck and a porch so we can get a swing like the folks have?”

“Megan, we can get whatever you want.” He turned his head, kissed me, then gave me a huge smile.

“I love you,” we said in unison.

He shook his head.

“Oh, we’re going to be sickening aren’t we?” I laughed.“Going to be one of those couples we always made fun of!”

“That’s okay,” he said, “we won’t tell anyone.”He paused then, with a yawn, asked, “You ready to go to sleep?”

“Oh, I am so ready for sleep!”

“Then come over here.”

He rolled over onto his side and put his arms out to me. With a huge smile, I rolled over until my back was pressed against his chest, my head resting on his arm. As he always did, Mark wrapped his arm around me. Grabbing his hand, I placed it over my heart and put mine over it. He nuzzled my neck and, with a voice thick with emotion, whispered, “Sweet dreams, my love.”

I squeezed his hand and felt my eyes filling with tears of happiness. Trying to keep my own voice steady, I answered,“Good night, my baby.”

He sighed in my ear. Within minutes, his breathing became slow and deep, and I knew he was sleeping. As I lay there, my eyes closed and feeling more peaceful than ever before, I recalled what my mother had told me on our trip to Vermont years ago. 

“When your true love holds you, it’s as if you were always there.”

From the first time that Mark and I slept together, I had always felt as if I’d always been there. Now, almost twenty years later, I knew it was where I always would be.

 Authors note: The End! Okay first I would like to thank… ummm no hold on a second, according to my count down there should be one chapter left. Well what gives here? I mean this should be it right? Megan makes up her damn mind and they end up all happy and loving and the end right? Well I suppose it could be. I mean it works right? And it’s even a happy ending! But now see for those of you who have followed from day one and especially those who have gotten to know me a bit, doesn’t this ending seem a bit too. Sweet? Or maybe dare I say it a bit vanilla?
So you ask what is the deal? Well I’ll give you the deal. See I am going to be a bit different here and let you decide if you want this to be the end. See thing is I had 2 endings for this series. As it went on I kept trying to figure out which one I wanted. Then low and behold another came along. Three completely different “visions” of how I could end this. As time went on I was hit by what the final ending would be, but cannot get to it within this ‘continuity so to speak. Which is where “Siblings with Benefits the Finale comes into play.
So again it is up to you? Want this to be your final view of Mark and Megan? Well no problem then and thank you for reading! However for those of you who want to know what really happens, how everything really turns out from M/M then The Finale is for you! See I left some loose ends here no? Does Megan get her shot with Walsh? Do Doug and Denise find out? Will the voice ever come back? And just what is this ‘group’ that Mark belonged to. 
Well those answers and a lot more will be found in The Finale. I mean after all, with all the detail I have given this story would I not be remiss If I did not take you six months from now and give you a look at what life in Chicago is like? Thing is this series has been long and very involved and I found myself wondering if I could deliver a truly epic ending. This one was nice I suppose, but not me. See dear reader I have one more bullet in the chamber and my friends it is the kill shot! The Finale is drawn from much of my other writings (the same pile that turned out SWB The beginning, Samhain and Lex Talionis) and will be quite lengthy (25 or so pages) You’re thinking Goddamn! But trust me when –if- you read it you will be glad I did not make you wait for installments. Now notice I said “if” As I said I am giving you the option of going further. Because I am putting a disclaimer on The Finale; it is not for the faint of Heart. Why? Well first off the finale is not “lit” friendly in the sense that for as long as it is there is very little erotica, it is almost all story driven as it is meant as an “actual” novel not really made for a sex site. So if were reading SWB for sex only, this won’t be for you. The other reason? Well it’s more violent than the wolves den and more depressing than 38. I am not saying it will end badly, but not telling you that it will end happily either. You need to decide if you want to know or not.
Now since The Finale is the last installment, I am not going to do a long intro for it. Instead right here I am going to break it down as to what is in it. I may also put this on my home page. The finale is in four parts.

Part One- Life in Chicago. Takes place six months from the end of 39 and gives you a view of what is to come in following parts. There is erotica, albeit a hardcore scene. You also will meet another member of Mark’s Group
Part Two this is from Mark’s POV. If you have not read Lex Talionis, you may want to before this or you will be lost. This part features not only the return of the Voice, but it gives it’s real name and true purpose. The Dog also returns. Now if the dog is out, well you know that means trouble. Word of warning, the fight scene here is graphic and oh what the hell I’ll tease a bit, people get killed. No erotica in this part.
Part three. The part that is the one I consider not made for lit. all story and a bit of an interlude between the events of part 2 and the conclusion in part 4. This part features the Return of Abigail Lefay (Samhain) except this is not the frolicking sexy which of that story. Here Abigail shows why she is not only the leader of Mark’s group, but the baddest bitch walking the windy city This section is actually a prelude to my next project featuring Mark’s group. Warning. There is a scene of violence in this part that is very graphic read at your own discretion.
Part four-the conclusion and my ultimate vision of how it all ends for Mark and Megan. You get no hints here.
So as I stated if you’re calling it quits here. Thank you so much for reading and supporting my work! It is appreciated! For those who want to take it all the way? Well good for you! The finale as said is very long but almost complete. It will require a lot of editing time so within 3-4 weeks of reading this you should see it up there.
So next up. Siblings with benefits, The Finale “The Final Fate of Mark and Megan”
P.S still not too late to vote for Mark in the lit awards. Link is on my homepage. Thanks as always Lovecraft68




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis



Note from the author;

Welcome to Lex Talionis! Now for those of you who have not been following my Siblings with Benefits series, you probably will have a hard time following this story. However since I would never tell anyone not to read my work go back and read Siblings with Benefits! LOL. 

For those of you who have been following Sibs I gave a pretty long explanation at the end of Chapter 23 of what this series is about and I also have it on my Bio page. As far as how this series will work. Lex will be six parts all released a couple of days apart. Lex is pretty long, each Chapter about 5/6 Lit pages (The ironic thing is the length is due to the erotic encounters I injected into it as my original version written last year did not contain any). Now because I didn't want this to be ten chapters or more, each Chapter has "parts" to it. For instance Chapter One is titled "A day in the life" each subsequent chapter contains 2-3 "parts"

As far as category goes, I am posting in incest of course, however be aware that although there are references and overtones there is no actual incest in this first chapter. I am leaving it in incest however as the rest of the series has it and I do not want to jump categories. Having said that I will also let you know that Lex is more of a story that contains hardcore sex than it is erotica with a story line so this series may not be for everyone especially if you are looking for "Stroke" material.

For the Sibs fans this story begins two years after the end of the flashback in Chapter 23 and is written from Mark, not Megan's point of view. There are a lot of references to the main series and the ending of this will play into the final part of Sibs. This story also contains a revelation about Mark that Megan alluded to in Chapter 23 that Mark inherited his father's curse. One last thing that I will leave you with is a warning that Chapters 2 and 5 will contain scenes of graphic violence. I will put something in the beginning of each as a reminder. In closing I hope you enjoy this "spin off" series that further fleshes out the characters of Mark and Megan and if anyone has any questions or comments please feel free to contact me. Lovecraft68 



Lex Talionis; The law of retaliation or revenge: the legal principle that prescribes retaliating in kind for crimes committed.

Part 1: A day in the life 

I awoke with a pounding in my head, the taste of Jack Daniels in my mouth and the smell of pussy on my face; pretty much a morning like any other these days. The only question was whose pussy was it, and for that matter where the hell was I? Unlike most people, whose first reaction upon waking up is to open their eyes, I had learned to keep my eyes shut until I was sure it was okay to open them. After all, a sleeping child is a quiet child and quiet children don't get beaten.

At that thought my eyes snapped open in an effort to force myself completely awake and send images like that back into the room in the attic that they had escaped from. As quickly as my eyes opened I shut them again against the glare of the sun shining into my eyes and the searing pain it caused. How much did I drink last night? I took a deep breath holding it in for a while before slowly letting it out.

I opened my eyes again and began to get my wits about me. I was lying on my side facing a pair of sliding doors that led out to a beautiful wooden deck. The blinds across the doors had been left part way open, which had allowed the sun to invade the dark bedroom. Off to the side of the deck was an open door that led to a bathroom and just visible through it was the edge of a hot tub. Well that answered the who; Robin Strafford; a smoking hot 42 year old attorney with piercing green eyes, long auburn red hair, and the most insatiable pussy I had ever had the pleasure of fucking.

I had met Robin at Mitch's three months ago. She had come in with two other women around her age, all three of them dressed to kill. They had obviously stopped in either as joke or to go slumming, as the mixed crowd of wussy frat boys and scummy middle aged bikers certainly weren't their type. I served them all night targeting Robin as my choice of prey for the evening. I knew she was looking and that she was interested but at the end of the night kissed me on the cheek, and with a wink told me I wasn't bad looking, "for a kid" but she was out of my league.

Two weeks later Robin came in alone and dressed down a bit. We flirted and talked all night, which was how I found out she was an attorney. Figuring it gave me an in I had told her that I was in my third year of Criminal Justice at PC. Robin seemed intrigued, but in all honesty it was my looks she was interested in. The game went on for a couple of more weeks, with her coming in every two or three nights but always leaving by herself with some smart ass remark.

Finally one Friday night she got completely trashed and told me she'd love to let me take her upstairs, and see if I could back up even half the shit I talked, but figured she would just end up disappointed. At that I walked around the bar and sitting on the stool next to her took her hand and placed it on my crotch. I had spent the last few minutes picturing myself pulling on that long red hair while I fucked the shit out of her, so by the time Robin grabbed it, my huge cock was at full attention.

Her eyes widened and she all but licked her lips, as rather than pull her hand away she gave me a good hard squeeze. We went up to my place where she spent the entire weekend, the two of us only getting up to shower, and grab food. Robin was a senior partner who worked sixty hours a week and wanted to get laid, with no strings attached. She also had a thing for young "Bad boys" as she put it, who knew there place, could keep their mouth shut, and most importantly, keep her satisfied. Seeing as months later I was waking up in her bed, I assumed I had been doing a pretty good job of it.

On that note I felt Robin stir behind me. She was lying on her side as well, her hand resting on my hip. Robin's hand, with its long perfectly manicured red nails slid from my hip and across my flat hard stomach which she claimed was her favorite part of me, besides my cock, and tongue of course. As her hand wandered she pulled herself closer to me and I felt her erect nipples push into my back.

I lied there feigning sleep as her hand started its way up across my chest. How the hell much could this woman handle? The night was coming back to me and I remembered starting at Mitch's where we drank until closing, we arrived at her condo about twelve thirty, and the last time I looked at the clock it had been four am. In addition to Robin giving me a blow job that had left me weak in the knees, we had fucked three times, the last time had consisted of Robin on her hands and knees for at least a half an hour while I fucked the living shit out of her. Robin really was insatiable; she had cum at least four times last night during sex, never mind the two times I had gone down on her.

My eyes found the clock to see that it was only eight thirty, but hey, for me four and a half hours sleep was a good night. Robin's hand found my nipple and my breath hissed out of my mouth as she gave it a hard pinch.

"Good morning, my little bad boy." She whispered in my ear. "You ready to pick up where we left off?"

Robin started kissing my back as her hand slid down to grab my cock, which despite my headache was already hard and throbbing in her hand.

"Ohhh that's what I like," Robin cooed. "You're always ready for more, aren't you Mark?"

Rolling over on my back to face her I told her;

"I'm as good as my inspiration."

Robin laughed;

"Oh you are smooth Mark, I'll give you that."

"Oh yeah?" I asked, "That all you going to give me?"

Robin smiled at me, and as always I was amazed at how good she looked for her age. Robin's face was as soft and smooth as that of a girl in her twenties, and between her green eyes, long lashes and extremely full lips, was absolutely beautiful. Even now with no makeup and her hair pulled back into a pony tail she looked better than most of the coeds who threw themselves at me at the bar. 

Robin was propped up on one elbow and her large still very firm tits were right at eye level, and despite my banging head, and aching body my mouth instantly found one of her hard pink nipples and started tonguing it.

"Mmmm now that's the way to say good morning." Reaching up she grabbed a handful of my hair and shoving my face into her tit added; "Lucky for you, that you did that because I didn't like that last remark, after all you're here for me Mark and don't you forget it."

Playing my part I looked up at her and said softly around her nipple;

"I'm sorry Mistress, may I continue to suck on your perfect nipple, even though I'm not worthy?"

Robin laughed and I smiled, for an older barracuda lawyer Robin had a sweet little girl like giggle.

"You are well trained aren't you Mark?" She pulled my head from her tit and leaning down kissed me long and passionately, her tongue pushing its way into my mouth to caress mine. Finishing the kiss Robin said;

"But there's no need for that this morning, let's just have a good time." 

Her gaze went from my face to my cock, which she had been slowly pumping with her fist. On the last pump she squeezed, causing pre cum to begin to ooze from the tip. Her smile was replaced by a very familiar look of naked lust that never failed to get my heart beating faster.

"Mark, you have the most beautiful cock I have ever seen."

With that Robin rolled over on top of me, straddling my hips, and leaning over began kissing my chest, taking a moment to tongue each of my nipples before working her way down. As she did I reached up and pulled the clip from her pony tail, allowing her long gorgeous hair to cascade across my chest.

"Thank you Mistress." 

"Never mind this fucking body." She said as her lips began sliding down my chiseled stomach.

This was the usual pattern; at night, and after a few drinks Robin called the shots. I was her little "bad boy"; her boy toy that called her mistress and worshipped her incredible body, satisfying her every whim, by fucking her as many times and in as many positions as she demanded me to. The mornings however were always different; Robin was much more playful and seemed to get off on enjoying me, as much as she did when I pleased her. Of course I was no stranger to this game and knew this was how she kept me coming back, as nasty as she could be was as sweet as she could be and in order to get one I had to endure the other.

Yes I knew this game. I had been playing it with Cynthia for months now; treating her like an absolute pig, and when she finally looked as if she'd had enough, treat her so good and make her cum so many times she would gladly put up with the rest of my shit. I played Cynthia like a violin and whether she thought she was in charge or not I was also playing Robin, knowing exactly when to kiss ass and what I could get away with. 

Yes, I had been taught and taught well, and by none other than my own sister. When I was with Krissy I had treated her well, okay maybe I had started getting a little rough near the end but in general I didn't fuck Krissy, I loved her. But when the time came for me to move on and start taking what I wanted, my big sister Megan made damn sure her little brother knew how to handle his whores. As I had done with that first unwanted thought of the morning, I pushed the image of my sister out of my mind and concentrated on the great time I was about to have.

I sighed and propping myself up on the pillows watched as Robin slid further down the bed to lie between my legs and taking my cock in her hand, began running her tongue up and down my shaft. I reached down and gathering her hair in my right hand pulled it to the side so I could watch Robin's tongue play across the tip of my cock. Robin moaned herself, as taking my huge dripping prick she started rubbing it across her face getting it wet and sticky, from the fluid leaking from my cock.

"You want me to suck on this big dick of yours Mark?" She asked.

"Oh yes," I whispered. 

"Yes..?" 

"Oh yes please." I moaned as her tongue teased the tip again and added; "Oh please Robin, oh please don't tease."

"Oh that does not get old." 

With no further hesitation Robin placed her mouth on my cock and in one bob of her head took me almost all the way down her throat. I let out another long groan, as after holding my cock in her mouth and swirling her tongue around it Robin began rapidly sucking me in and out of her mouth. I felt myself getting even harder as I watched her perfect lips sliding up and down my shaft, her green eyes were rolled back and she was groaning on my cock, totally turned on to be blowing me.

As I laid back and watched it took everything I had not to smile as I watched this gorgeous, professional, six figure a year attorney sucking my cock like a horny sorority girl. Yes I thought, as I began to use my hand on the back of her head guiding it up and down my cock and causing her to moan louder, life was good these days, damn good.

Robin popped my cock out her mouth and looking up at me with that glazed look in her eyes said;

"Oh baby, I need to feel that big fucking cock inside of me right now."

Robin started crawling up my body preparing to guide my cock into her pussy and ride me. Before she could I reached down and grabbing her hips pulled her up towards me. As I did I slid down the bed so I was lying flat on it. Instantly getting my meaning Robin smiled.

"You do know just what to do don't you Mark?" 

Robin slid herself up to my chest and as she did I could feel her dripping pussy leaving a wet trail up my body. When she got near my head Robin got herself up on one knee and leaning forward to grab the head board, lowered her wet pussy with its beautiful patch of red hair down onto my waiting tongue. Robin let out one of those adorably uncharacteristic little squeals as I plunged my tongue into her juicy slit.

"Oh yes!" She cooed happily "Oh you tongue that pussy, oh yeah Mark, you do take good care of me don't you?"

My answer was to bury my face even deeper into Robin's sopping wet pussy. From all the sex last night, her pussy had a delightfully musky sent and I breathed in deeply as I continued to tongue fuck her. Apparently growing impatient, Robin lifted her pussy off of my tongue then started rocking her hips back and forth in my face. Keeping my tongue rigid so that it slid through her wet lips and across her swollen clit, I reached up with my hands and after spreading her cheeks worked two of my fingers into her pussy.

"Oh baby, that is soooo good!" She exclaimed as she started rocking faster and harder across my face. 

The next time my tongue touched her clit I quickly sucked it into my mouth, stopping her hips and causing her to gasp in pleasure. The gasp turned into a series of pleasure filled sighs as I started sucking her clit in and out of my mouth in the same rhythm that my fingers were working her pussy. Within minutes the pitch of Robin's sighs were getting higher and higher and her thigh's were beginning to tremble. I groaned myself at that point, as my cock was throbbing painfully and all I could picture was plunging it into her steaming pussy.

Robin started moving her hips again, making sexy little yelping noises that sounded like sex driven hiccups, I had been with her enough times to know she was just about there. Knowing she was in a playful mood and wanting to make her cum as hard as possible I brought my other hand around and quickly, so she wouldn't expect it, shoved one finger deep into her tight ass.

Robin went off like a rocket, throwing her head back and letting out a long loud squeal that I'm sure her neighbors could hear. I squeezed my arms around her thighs holding her still so that I could keep my mouth on her clit and fingers inside during her convulsions, and keep her cumming as long and hard as possible. Robin leaned forward and grabbing the headboard with both hands started bucking her hips even harder, her high pitched squeals turning into an extremely sexy low growl in her throat as the last waves of the orgasm flowed through her.

"Oh goddamn!!" Robin exclaimed as she leaned over the headboard. "Shit I came hard."

I reached down and held my cock as Robin immediately slid back down and once she felt the tip at the edge of her pussy, drove herself down on top of it.

"Oh fuck yeah!!" She cried out loudly.

Robin placed her hands down on my chest, and after digging her long fingernails into my flesh hard enough to make me wince, began to bounce up and down on my cock.

"Oh shit that's fucking deep!" She gasped.

Robin was lifting herself up with her legs until my cock was just about all the way out and then dropping herself down so hard I was bouncing up and down on the bed. I grabbed her hips and helped drive her up and down as she dug into my chest and moaned in pleasure. Robin leaned over so I could get my mouth on one of her perfect nipples and suck on it while she rode me.

"God that feels good!" Robin cried out.

After a few more minutes of riding me like an out of control bronco Robin stopped and sitting back across my hips so that my cock was straight up inside of her, lifted her arms over her head taking her long red hair with them. Now just sliding herself back and forth on my cock asked;

"How do I look on your cock Mark?" 

"Fucking incredible." I told her.

I wasn't lying; Robin's large but still surprisingly firm tits were pointing straight out and, along with the rest of her, were covered with a sheen of sweat. Her long red hair was sticking to her shoulders in places and her normally fair complexion was flushed from passion. As I watched she took her hands down using them to cup her tits and start toying with her nipples. I reached up and pushing her hands away took over.

"That's why I'm here, no?" I asked then let out a gasp of my own as Robin contracted her pussy around my cock as she rode me. She laughed;

"Your little girls don't know that trick do they?"

Leaning over Robin started rubbing her hands across my chest and stomach. Then sliding over to my arms, squeezed my biceps. I flexed them and she sighed in appreciation.

"Oh damn kid, you are built." 

Pulling herself off of me Robin crawled onto her side of the bed and remaining on her knees lowered her head to the pillow and pushing her ass in the air. Looked over at me;

"Come give me what I need baby, you know this is my favorite."

Not needing to be told twice I sat up and after kneeling down behind her took a second to admire Robin's, firm round ass. Robin worked out an hour and a half a day and it showed. Taking my cock I slapped it against one of those well-shaped cheeks enjoying the smacking sound and how good it looked on her skin.

"Stop posing and fuck me!" Robin snapped looking over her shoulder at me.

"Yes Ma'am." I answered and with one smooth thrust drove myself so far into her my balls slapped against her pussy.

"Oh my fucking god!!" Robin squealed.

Grabbing her hips I started slamming the shit out of her, nothing fancy just fucking her hard and fast. Robin yelped every time I drove my cock in and gasped as I pulled out. Squeezing her hips harder I started pushing her back and forth in rhythm with my thrusts. I was putting everything I had into each pump and was once again amazed at how much Robin could take. 

A few months ago I had been fucking around with some slut from the bar whose name I couldn't remember. We were drunk out of our minds and grabbing a ruler she had measured me. I had just over eleven inches and Robin was not only taking every inch of it, as hard as I could give it to her but loving every bit of it. I had started fucking Cynthia this hard once and she had ended up in tears, not that that had stopped me, but it just proved what a woman Robin was.




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 02



Note from the Author;

Welcome to Chapter 2 which contains parts 2&3. I know a lot of people missed Megan last chapter but the title of part 2 says it all: Megan Returns. On another note, Part 3, Mark sends a message, contains graphic violence. As always thanks for reading!

Lovecraft68

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Part 2- Megan Returns

I was lying in my bed staring at the ceiling. It was eleven o'clock on Friday night and as usual I was alone and frustrated. Tonight was supposed to have been the night that I had finally gotten Krissy to put out. Megan was working, Doug and Denise had gone away for the weekend and I had a great night planned out. It had started off perfectly; after taking Krissy to dinner and the beach fro Ice cream I had told her I had the place to myself and would she like to come back there with me.

To my delight Krissy had agreed and it was everything I could do not to speed home as she sat next to me her head on my shoulder as I drove. The night got even better as once upstairs we started making out hot and heavy and not only had I gotten Krissy's shirt off but had slid my hand all the way up her skirt. I had just begun working my fingers into her panties to touché her pussy when a car door slammed outside.

Krissy and I both jumped and quickly getting up to look out the window I saw it was only the gy next door. When I turned around however Krissy had her shirt back on and said she was sorry but she was still too nervous. I took her home and upon returning immediately undressed got into my bed, and jerked off. Now here I was again; another night as an eighteen year old virgin.

There was a knock on the door and my sister Megan asked if she could come in. I called out that she could and rolled over to see her as she entered. I figured Megan couldn't sleep and wanted to lie down with me like we had been doing from time to time since I had lived there. When Megan came in, my mouth all but fell open and my first thought was good thing the blankets were over my crotch.

Megan was wearing a lacey black and red tank top that only went to just below her tits and a pair of matching panties that tied at the sides leaving her incredibly long legs bare right up to the hips.

"Hey little brother," She asked. "Watcha looking at?"

"I... um you I guess." I forced out barely able to speak.

"Just me? Or do you like my new jammies?" 

With that Megan lifted her arms and the shirt rode up to expose the bottom of her tits. I was aware of my cock hard and throbbing under the covers.

"You want some company little brother?"

There was another knock at the door.

"Mark? You okay in there?"

I jerked so violently that I felt myself begin to fall out of the office chair that I had been sitting in. At the last minute my hand flashed down and caught the floor stopping me from spilling out of it. With a push I righted myself and just in time to avoid looking like an idiot as at that moment the door to Mitch's office opened and Cynthia popped her head in.

"Hey Mark, I knocked but you didn't answer."

"Sorry I was just wrapped up in this shit." I waved my hand towards the top of Mitch's desk which was covered with a years' worth of receipts.

Normally I wasn't one to lie about anything as I never really cared enough about what people thought one way or another, but I didn't feel like admitting I had fallen asleep. The fact that I had been dreaming about the night I lost to my virginity to my big sister was another fact that I would keep to myself. It was Saturday night, but because there was a big biker run going on and most of the college kids had gone home for summer vacation Mitch's was pretty dead. 

As a matter of fact it was so quiet Mitch was only going to have Cynthia work but I had talked him into letting me work on his atrocious book keeping for awhile. This way I could make some money but also be able to keep an eye on Cynthia, as I really didn't like the idea of her working alone on a Saturday night. I had been working on the paperwork for a couple of hours when tired of my eyes burning I had given up and closed them.

I had been sleeping like shit all week, barely getting three hours a night. Between my workouts, Tai Kwon do classes, and work, not to mention three nights with Cynthia. I should be ready to drop, but had still been wired for sound. As the week went on I had figured worst case scenario my Friday night with Robin would put me out. That had been last night and a hell of a night it was! 

We had gone to Capital grill with the three couples Robin had discussed and I had blown them away. I was dressed perfectly and spent the entire night doting on Robin, getting her drinks, kissing her cheek, and fawning all over her like a love struck teenage. The women were all but drooling and the guys were giving me dirty looks all night. After dinner a couple of the guys wanted to go to shooters to play some pool. Shooters is pretty casual so with a wink Robin had told me to take off the dress shirt and tie and play in just the white tank top I had underneath.

This got the women even more worked up and to top it all off, when we had sat down for drinks and one of the guys asked if I was in construction or some type of "labor" as he put it, I mentioned that I was third year criminal justice and had already locked up a scholarship for Suffolk. At the end of the evening as we were saying our good byes one of Robin's friends kissed my cheek and as she did slipped her phone number into my pocket.

I showed it to Robin back at her place and she had laughed with delight. After she was done laughing she kissed me and looking me in the eye told me that I had been incredible and the night was mine I could do whatever the hell I wanted to her. Robin was a woman of her word, and not only didn't hedge at me finally wanting to fulfill my fantasy of fucking her in the ass, but loved every minute of it! We had gone for hours and again in the morning, yet when I had gotten home today I still couldn't so much as nap. It would figure that I would finally fall asleep where I shouldn't.

"I said I brought you a coffee." Cynthia was saying.

"Oh," I replied. "Thanks."

Cynthia entered and came over to the desk carrying a mug. As she put it down in front of me she leaned over and kissed my cheek.

"Don't worry I won't tell anyone you were taking a nap."

I smiled sheepishly and took a sip of the coffee. It tasted like shit but what the hell it was made in a bar. As I took another taste I looked over the edge of the mug at Cynthia who looked damn good in a low cut tight red t-shirt and very short black mini skirt. As I put the mug down Cynthia stood behind me and started rubbing my shoulders.

"That feels good." I told her. 

"Yeah it does." Cynthia said laughing as she squeezed my shoulders then slid her hands down my arms.

"Thanks for the coffee," I told her. "Whose at the bar?"

"Oh my roommate Sherry came in. She'll yell if anyone needs anything. I mean there's all of six people out there."

As she spoke Cynthia came around and sat at the edge of the desk. Her skirt had ridden up to all but show her panties, and my eyes were instantly drawn to her thighs. Leaning over I playfully kissed the top of her thigh just under the skirt.

"Oooh that's nice." She whispered.

"Yeah?" I asked as I could already feeling myself getting hard.

As I pushed her skirt up to expose her red panties Cynthia slowly opened her legs and this time I placed a kiss on her inner thigh right next to the crotch of her panties. Breathing deeply I could smell her pussy through the thin material. Unable to resist I pulled the panties to the side and placed a soft kiss directly on her clit.

"Ohh Mark," She moaned as she ran her fingers through my hair.

I kissed her again, and then started teasing her swollen using just the tip of my tongue. Cynthia's breath caught as I continued tonguing her harder. I had just slid two fingers inside of her, planning on getting her off right here on the desk when...

"Cynthia they need you out here!"

"Fuck!!" Cynthia snapped.

I sat back and laughed at her.

"That's not funny!" Cynthia snapped standing and smoothing her skirt down. "That was a tease."

"Sorry." I said shrugging

Cynthia started to walk past but catching her wrist I looked up at her and with a wink told her;

"How about I take up where I left off after we close?" I was never too tired for sex.

"Sounds good to me!" Cynthia said and laughing added; "Who said we close at ten tonight?"

Cynthia left and turning back to the mess on the desk I shook my head. I really couldn't focus tonight. Glancing over I saw Mitch had left a pack of Marlboro's on the corner of the desk. Reaching out I grabbed the pack and after shaking one out used the lighter that was next to them and took a long drag. I knew I shouldn't smoke; it went against everything else I did for my body, but Megan had gotten me started a couple of years ago and although I didn't smoke often I found that I really did enjoy it and couldn't resist them once in awhile.

I took a few minutes to smoke the cigarette and finish the coffee. It was only when I finished did I realize that that may not have been the best combination for someone who had a sleeping disorder. Oh well, I would just have to wear myself out on Cynthia's pretty little pussy. I had been kind of shitty to her earlier this week so tonight I wouldn't play any games; just relax and enjoy the company of a hot girl who couldn't get enough of me.

With a sigh I went back to the paperwork. Mitch really wasn't much of a business man, if I didn't do this once in awhile he would end up with an audit for sure. In the grand scheme of things I really didn't mind Mitch had done a lot for me over the last couple of years. A foster kid himself Mitch had taken a liking to me and the fact that I never let my past stop me from doing everything I wanted. Once when he was shitfaced I had overheard him tell one of the other bikers that even though I was a pretty boy I was like "The son I never wanted."

"Hey Mark?" 

I turned to see Cynthia poking her head in again.

"I said I'll catch you later Cyn," I started. "I..."

"Your sister just came in."

I all but jumped out of the chair to follow Cynthia back out to the bar. I didn't care how it looked that I was so excited, as Cynthia was more than aware of Megan's issues and knew she had been disappearing for weeks at a stretch for the last few months. When I came out of the back room my sister was standing at the corner of the bar waiting for me.

"Hey little brother!" She exclaimed happily giving me a little wave.

It was only ten feet from the door I had come through to where my sister was standing, but as I approached her those ten feet told me a lot. On my recently created "Megan Scale" with ten being her looking like the beautiful big sister that she always was to me, and one being my heart breaking just by looking at her; I would give her about a seven tonight.

Megan looked good. Unlike some of the times I had seen her over the last few months it looked like she was aware of her appearance. Megan's long black hair was down and even looked like she had curled it recently, and she looked cute in a pretty pink sleeveless sundress that already had part of me thinking of seeing it slip off her shoulders. Most importantly as I glanced down at them, her arms appeared to be clear. 

Three months ago I had noticed needle marks on Megan's right arm and after confronting her found out that she had tried heroin. I had been speechless and before I knew it could feel the tears in my eyes. Megan assured me that she had hated the feeling of it and never planned to do it again. Then again how many times in the last year and a half had she sworn off coke only to be good for a few weeks and go right back?

As my gaze trailed downward admiring my sister's extremely long well shaped legs, and the very sexy black heeled sandals she was wearing I noticed a duffle bag on the floor next to her. In one sense that was a bad thing, it meant my sister once again had nowhere to call home, however on a selfish note my heart leapt as that meant that she would be staying with me for awhile. Oh how I welcomed that thought! Not only because I missed her; but because she always stayed clean when she stayed with me.

The reason Megan was a seven tonight and not a ten was that as I got to within a couple of feet I saw that her amazingly light, all but transparent blue eyes were positively electric, she was definitely flying. As I reached her Megan flashed me one of those huge crooked smiles that never failed to melt my heart and put her arms out to me. I gratefully entered those arms and wrapping my own around her, crushed her to me tightly. 

"I missed you sis." I whispered in her ear.

"I missed you to Mark," She replied softly. "I really did."

I stepped back and as I leaned in to kiss her, it took everything I had pass by Megan's very inviting soft, full lips and give her a peck on the cheek instead. As if reading my mind Megan whispered;

"No worries little brother, you can kiss me on the lips later," She giggled adding; "Maybe even the ones on my face!"

I pulled away from her, but Megan kept her arms around my shoulders and looking me up and down smiled.

"Damn you look good Mark. You... damn!" She exclaimed looking at my new tattoo. "Look at that! That's from one of my paintings!"

"Just like Pan, and just like yours" I said touching her right arm that from shoulder to elbow was covered with a green and black tattoo of the gorgon Medusa. I shrugged "What can I say I have good taste."

"And you taste good too." Megan whispered giggling again.

I had come to hate that giggle. Normally my sister had a light hearted infectious laugh. This annoying little sound is what she emitted whenever she was high. Glancing over my shoulder Megan must have seen someone staring because she stepped back away from me and sat down on the first stool at the edge of the bar.

"Hey Cynthia," She called out waving.

I turned to see Cynthia smile at her, but then as she started to turn her head, Cynthia's eyes caught mine and appeared sad. She knew Megan was messed up and what it did to me. Why was it again I treated her so poorly sometimes? Oh that's right, it was because I took what I wanted. I shook that off and turned to look back at my sister. Megan had seen someone else she knew and after waving smiled and nodded. The nodding continued as she looked around the room, her head bobbing as if to music that only she could hear. 

"So when did you get back sis? Today?" I asked to get her to stop.

"Umm no two or three days ago." She answered turning to face me. The nodding stopped but she began drumming her fingers on the top of the bar.

"Why didn't you call?" I already knew the answer of course.

Megan looked at me and putting her head down said quietly;

"I wasn't feeling or looking to good Mark, and you know after I'm gone it takes me awhile to make myself come see you or the folks. I know what I do to you guys."

I didn't want her to go into one of her funks so I changed the subject.

"What's with the bag?"

"Oh," Megan said. "Well Tommy got pissed off at me and I didn't feel like hearing him whine." She rolled her eyes.

"I've told him before it's not like he's my husband if I want to fool around with someone I will."

I sighed. Speaking to my sister these days was like walking through a mine field; no matter where you stepped it could blow up on you.

"Well actually," Megan continued with a look of concentration on her face as if she was remembering something. "I don't think it was that this time."

She snapped her fingers.

"Oh yeah! He was mad cause I did the last of his stash!" She shrugged. "Hey you snooze you lose right little brother?" She giggled again then continued;

"Besides, this way I get to spend some time with my beautiful little brother. I missed you Mark I..." She lowered her eyes and said softly. "I need you little brother."

As Megan looked up she cocked her head and stared into my eyes which I knew were red as hell from lack of sleep.

"Looks like you could use some time with your big sister too."

"Oh yeah," I said, and then glancing down at the bag frowned. "That all you have?"

"Well we had to leave New York kind of quick and I left some stuff." She shrugged. "I have a few more things at Tommy's and a couple of things at Betty's."

I shook my head as I felt one of those pangs of sadness go through me. My sister was living like a gypsy and had been for awhile now. Hell she hadn't even had a car of her own in over a year.

"I'll take you to buy a few things tomorrow sis."

"Please Mark you don't have to do that. You need your money."

"I'm okay sis really." 

Robin had been so happy with last night she had given me $200 and I had two months' rent saved. I could certainly afford to help my sister.

"Well okay!" Megan said back to the high wattage smile again. "But," She winked. "Only if I can buy something as a fun surprise for you one night."

"Deal." 

The bar was all but dead and what customers there were, Cynthia took care of. I knew she wasn't just doing it to keep busy but was trying to give me some time with my sister while I was still down there watching to make sure she was okay. I was going to have to be very good to Cyn next time out. Megan and I talked for awhile, or more accurately she did, going on and on and flitting from subject to subject so fast I kept losing track of the conversation.

After a few minutes I brought up seeing her parents and she went into all but tears. Doug at this point may or may not even want to see her. For that matter I wasn't so sure how happy he would be to see me; we had been fighting constantly over Megan. Doug's answer was "tough love" giver her no help whatsoever and make her realize how bad things were. I on the other hand although I had smartened up with giving her money would be damned if I'd turn my sister to the street.

Denise on the other hand was a basket case when she didn't know where Megan was. If I couldn't talk Megan into going by tomorrow I would call Denise and get her to meet us here so she could see that Megan was okay, or as okay as she got these days. I quickly got off the subject of Doug and Denise and switched over to my chance to join the RI thunderbolts an elite group of martial artists who competed in tournaments around the country. 

As we spoke Megan had slid the bowl of pretzels over to her and had devoured them as if she hadn't eaten in days. When she finished I asked her;

"You hungry sis?"

Megan shrugged

"A little."

I left Cynthia to watch the bar and my sister, as there were a couple of guys that came in that were dealers. Cynthia would come get me if either of them approached Meg or she went to them. Hopefully that wouldn't happen, at least not again. Six months ago a guy named Rick had sold her some coke while I was there and I had introduced his face to the urinal in the bathroom several times.

Mitch had a tiny kitchenette in the back, because technically the bar sold hamburgers and sandwiches, but no one ever really ate there as Cynthia and I were the cooks and there was a reason I ate tv dinners and her roommate handled the cooking. I fried up a couple of hamburgers managing not to burn them for once and brought them out to Megan who ate them as if they were the best thing she ever tasted.

"Thanks little brother," She said as she finished. "You really do know how to take care of me."

At that Megan turned to look at Cynthia who was leaning over the bar flirting with a customer, her tits all but falling out of her shirt.

"Speaking of taking care of me little brother." Megan began looking me in the eye "You tell your little pig over there that you have company tonight."




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 02



"Yeah I was supposed too... hey!" I snapped as Megan grabbed my hair and pulled my face to hers.

"Little brother," She whispered. "Your big sister is lonely and she needs you, in fact you tell her you're going upstairs early."

I stared into her eyes as long as I could. Then after swearing that my sister didn't blink looked away and nodded. It was only an hour til close, the place was dead, and Cynthia's roommate Sherry was there as well. Going over to Cynthia I leaned over and said;

"Listen Cyn I'm going to have to cancel..."

"I know Mark," She told me. "Megan needs a place to crash it's okay."

"Thanks Cyn," I told her smiling. "Hey next time I'll take you to dinner where ever you want okay?"

"Okay." Cynthia nodded

I kissed her cheek and went to walk away but catching my hand she looked and me and said;

"Mark its great the way you help Megan, I don't care how you act to people you're a sweet guy."

"Last week I made you crawl across the floor Cyn, I don't think I'm all that sweet."

Cynthia shrugged and with a smirk said;

"Hey everyone needs a hobby." She then added; "I just feel bad for you. I mean Megan staying with you means no sex. Whatever will you do?"

"Oh," I said looking over at Megan who was now standing her short dress showing off her long perfectly shaped legs. "I'll get over it I guess."

We entered my apartment and as soon as I had put her bag down Megan turned and wrapping her arms around my neck whispered;

"Now come here so I can give my little brother a real kiss hello."

I eagerly leaned my face into hers and all but whimpered as I tasted my sister's soft lips for the first time in over a month. Megan moaned as well as our lips slid across one another's. Despite the fact it had been awhile we both took our time, and enjoyed a long deep passionate kiss. Megan slipped her tongue into my mouth and I could feel her hands trembling on my neck. My hands had been around her waist, but now moved along her sides sliding up to graze the sides of her tits and causing her to moan.

Breaking the kiss Megan stepped back and taking me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. Once in there Megan let me go and said;

"Go ahead and light your candles little brother." 

There was no hint of mocking in her voice; my sister knew what I had been through. After I had lit the two candles on my bureau I turned and smiled at the sight before me. Megan had indeed let the dress drop off and was standing before me in just a lacy black bra and matching panties. The black was a sexy contrast to her ivory complexion and as I watched she raised her arms up and did a little twirl giving me a glimpse of her long dark hair across her creamy back and her hot little ass in the skimpy panties.

"You like what you see little brother?"

"Hell yeah." I answered stepping towards her. "Damn I missed you sis."

"And did you miss these Mark?"

Megan reached around and unhooking her bra tossed it to the side to expose her tits. My sister's tits were on the small side but they were absolutely perfect; round, firm, and with the lightest pink nipples I had ever seen. 

"You know I did." I went to reach for them but smiling playfully Megan covered them with her hands and said;

"But what about Cynthia? Or that cougar lawyer you play with? Don't you want theirs instead? Don't they have nice big tits for you to play with Mark?"

"I want you're tits." I told her.

"Ohhh you bad boy!" Megan said shaking her head. "Are you saying you want to play with your big sisters titties?"

"Oh please don't tease sis." I begged. "It's been too long."

"Awww," Megan said. "Do you need these?"

As she spoke Megan lied down on my bed and stretching her arms over her head whispered;

"Then come get them."

I went to get on the bed but Megan's heeled foot caught me in the chest making me wince.

"How come I don't get to see what I've been missing?"

Stepping back I quickly stripped down to my underwear but held off enjoying the look of lust on my sister's face as she stared at the huge bulge between my legs.

"Oh goddamn do you look good." She licked her lips. "Now go ahead and show your big sister that beautiful cock of yours."

I pulled my underwear down to the edge of my pubic hair then smiling said;

"You first."

"Yeah Mark?" She asked. "You wanna see your sister's pussy?"

As I nodded Megan lifted her hips and after working her panties over them lifted her long legs straight up and started to pull them up. When she had gotten half way she bent her right leg and using her foot slid them all the way off flipping them at me. I had no idea where they went as my eyes were glued to Megan's smooth pink pussy winking at me from between her thighs. Megan lowered her legs then slowly spread them open for me.

"Your turn little brother."

I pulled my boxers down allowing my cock to spring free. I was fully erect and had been so worked up that as it came up some drops of precum flew off of it and onto the sheets. Megan let out a low whistle;

"Oh how I missed that cock!"

I crawled up between my sisters and legs leaning over kissed her hard. Megan grabbed the back of my hair and after kissing me pushed my head down. Not needing to be told twice I slid down far enough to reach her right tit, and suck her perfect little pink nipple into my mouth. As I swirled my tongue around her erect nipple my hand found her other tit and grabbing nipple between my fingers began to gently roll it back and forth.

"Ohhh yeah look at you Mark, you did miss your big sisters tits didn't you?"

"Mmm Hmm." I moaned as I switched off , taking her left nipple into my mouth while fondling the right.

"Oh that feels good!"

Letting go of her right tit my hand reached down between her legs where I plunged two fingers into my sisters sopping wet pussy.

"Yes! Oh Yes!"

Megan began to rock her hips back and forth into my hand, and then let out another loud moan as my thumb found her clit. Still sucking on her nipple I continued to work my fingers and within minutes I could feel her thighs start to tremble.

"Oh yeah," Megan panted out as her hips started thrusting my fingers in and out of her steamy pussy. "Oh look at you working your big sisters pussy; oh you're going to make me cum nice and quick aren't you?"

"The first time anyways." I said around her nipple. 

"And why is that little brother?" Megan asked looking me in the eye.

"Because," I answered. "My sister always cums first."

"Ohhh that's right little brother you know the rule you... Ohhhh."

Megan's hips started bucking harder and grabbing the back of my head she arched her back shoving her tit further into my mouth. Feeling her right on the edge I bit down hard on her nipple while giving the other a good hard twist. Megan threw her head back and let out a loud squeal as she ground her pussy into my still pumping fingers. Megan's thighs clamped shut around my hand trapping it as I continued to rotate my thumb around her clit.

Megan let out a long shuddering moan that made my cock throb even harder than it had been as I had been making her cum and slumped back onto my bed panting.

"Oh Mark that was soooo nice I... Oh God!!"

As Megan had started talking I had sat back and grabbing her ankles quickly lifted her legs straight in the air and with no hesitation drove my huge cock deep into my big sisters soaking wet pussy.

"Oh fuck yeah!!" Megan cried out as I began fucking the shit out of her.

I had wanted to take my time and play a little, but hearing Megan cum had driven me over the edge. It had been over a month since I'd had my sister's pussy and we had all night to play. The first time I just needed to fuck her, to slam the shit out of her tight little pussy; to take what I wanted.

"Oh yes!!" Megan yelled. "Oh look at you! Oh look at you fucking your nasty big sister; oh you love your sister's pussy don't you?"

"It's my favorite pussy." I said as I lifted her even higher bringing her ass up off the bed and angling my massive prick to drive down even deeper into her.

Megan started squealing loudly as I hammered away at her pussy, then with an effort gasped out.

"Yeah your sister's pussy is your favorite pussy? Damn straight it is! And it was your first pussy to wasn't it little brother?"

"Yes." I gasped as I continued to pound into her.

Megan gave up talking and simply lied back making little yelping noises each time I drove my cock inside of her. I loved that look; my sister sweating, her head thrown back, and those little gasps coming from between those perfect lips. I let out a gasp of my own as I could feel myself getting close already. Megan heard me and knew what it meant.

"Bring it right here little brother!" She exclaimed pointing at her mouth. "You were a good boy and you deserve a treat! So get up here and fuck your sister's mouth!"

I pulled out of her pussy and stood up on the bed as Megan got up onto her knees and with no hesitation grabbed my cock and pulled it into her waiting mouth. I moaned as Megan instantly took me all the way down to the base of my shaft and again, as she held it there shaking her head back and forth. Megan began rapidly sucking my cock in and out of her mouth her lips going all the way to the tip before taking it all the way back down to my balls again.

I'd been with more women than I could remember over the last couple of years but had to say no one could suck cock like my big sister. Pulling my cock all the way out Megan looked up at me and as she playfully slapped my cock on her tongue asked;

"How's your big dick look in your sister's face little brother?"

"Not as good as it looks in your mouth sis." I told her.

Megan smiled and with a wink said;

"Well then why don't you make me put it back there again?"

I didn't have to be told twice; grabbing the back of her head I pushed it forward and slammed my cock into her waiting mouth and down her throat. Megan moaned around as I held the back of her head and started pumping my cock in and out of her mouth. I started out slowly, loving the feeling of it and knowing damn well I wouldn't be able to take much more. I looked down to see my sisters beautiful blue eyes staring up at me.

When she saw me looking, Megan began to make whimpering noises in her throat and try to pull her head away. I smiled and grabbed two handfuls of her hair. Megan's squeals got louder and I couldn't resist pulling my cock from her lips enjoying the loud slurping sound it made when it came out. 

"Oh please!" Megan cried out." Of please it's so big! Please sir I..."

I grabbed her hair once again and this time didn't even try to hold back. I reared back and started thrusting into Megan's mouth as hard as I had her pussy. I looked over in the mirror and the site of me standing on the bed; brutally face fucking my sister while she was on her knees squealing around my cock was too much for me. Two more hard pumps and I let out a loud moan as my cock exploded in my sister's mouth.

Megan's squeals turned into gurgling moans as I continued to fuck her mouth, every thrust ending in another spurt of cum that my sister eagerly sucked down her throat. After on more pump I pulled myself from her mouth and sank to my knees in front of her. Megan looked up at me and opening her mouth showed me a mouthful of cum, then closing it she swallowed and opened it again saying in that little girl voice she used to drive me crazy;

"All gone!"

Without waiting Megan lied down on her back spread her legs and said;

"My turn!"

Just as eagerly as Megan had gone down on me, I quickly climbed between her creamy white thighs and sliding onto my stomach plunged my tongue straight into her overheated pussy. 

"Oh yeah, little brother! Oh how I need that!"

I moaned myself as it had been far too long since I had tasted my sister's pussy. I slid my tongue up to her swollen clit and as I started sucking it in and out of my mouth pushed my two of my fingers back inside of her. I looked up to see Megan playing with her nipples, rolling them between her long red fingernails.

"That's right Mark, you lick your sister's pussy! Oh I love seeing that pretty face of yours down there!"

And my pretty face loved being down there! Despite the fact I had cum not even ten minutes ago I could already feel my cock getting hard pushing down into the mattress. Megan lifted her legs and draping them over my shoulders wrapped them around my neck shoving my face hard into her pussy. Getting the hint that my sister wasn't quite ready to take her time yet I started sucking her clit in and out of my mouth harder and faster than before.

"Yeah, you suck me off little brother! We'll play later; right now I just want to cum all over your fucking face!"

As she spoke Megan began rocking her hips into me smearing her wet pussy all over my face. It was everything I could do to keep my mouth on her clit as she wiggled back and forth. As I started pumping my fingers in the same rhythm as my sucking I brought my other hand up between her legs, and quickly to catch her by surprise plunged one finger into my sister's incredibly tight ass.

Megan let out a high pitched squeal and as she arched her back I felt her pussy gush into my face filling my mouth with her sticky sweet nectar. Megan's legs had clamped down even harder around my head as her orgasm crashed through her. My now fully hard cock was throbbing painfully beneath me, and I couldn't wait for her to finish. 

After another long moan that ended in an adorable little whimper, Megan's suddenly limp legs dropped off of my shoulders. I sat up on my knees and reaching down grabbed Megan by her hips and with a wrench of my powerful shoulders flipped her onto her side.

"Oh you want your sister's ass in the air little brother?" She asked as she rolled the rest of her way onto her stomach. "Is that how you want her?"

"It's what you want and you know it!" I told her.

Megan pulled her knees up beneath her and lowering her head to the pillow pointed her firm perfectly shaped little ass up in the air towards my awaiting cock. I took a second to admire how good Megan looked at this angle; not just her ass but her glistening wet sticky pussy winking out at me between her thighs. Kneeling behind her I grabbed her hips and in one smooth thrust drove my huge cock into her cum drenched pussy.

"Oh fuck yes!!!" Megan screamed as I began slamming her with everything I had.

Reaching down I grabbed a handful of Megan's long black hair and pulled her head up by it so I could hear her squeals.

"Oh! Oh! OH yeah little brother! Oh you claim your sister's pussy! You give her what she needs!"

I leaned back further so that I was now driving my cock up and into her. As I leaned I pulled harder on Megan's hair bringing her up onto her hands. Megan reached out and grabbing the head board began to shove her hips back and forth into my plunging cock. Reaching down I once again jammed my finger into her ass. Megan squealed even louder and her hips started moving even faster. I could feel myself getting close and rather than try to hold back began fucking her even faster. Megan's yelps had turned into one long continuous whimper that was enough to send me over the edge.

I started gasping with each thrust and knowing that I was ready Megan panted out;

"Oh inside little brother! Please let me have it, all of it!"

I let out another of those embarrassing little whimpers that I couldn't help when I was close and on my next deep thrust sent a huge spurt of cum into my big sisters more than willing pussy.

"Ohhh ohh that feels so fucking good!" Megan moaned out.

I continued pumping my cock painting the inside of my sister's pussy with squirt after squirt of my hot cum. As my balls emptied completely into Megan's overflowing pussy I found myself thinking it was a damn good thing neither of us could have children. I sat back onto my knees, causing my cock to pull out of my sister's pussy with a wet slurping sound. 

"Ohhh that sounds good." Megan sighed out as she slid her legs out and stretched out on her stomach on the bed. 

I stayed on my knees for a minute to catch my breath then crawled up the bed next to her and lied down on my side with my head propped up on one elbow. Megan turned her head and smiled at me. I was glad to see that her eyes had lost that wired look. As if to confirm that thought Megan rolled to her side so she was facing me and letting out a low whistle said;

"Damn little brother I think you just fucked me straight!"

I shook my head. Despite how much I missed her and the phenomenal sex we had just had, that comment was more than I could handle.

"Speaking of sis, what the hell happened to you this time? I mean shit you were clean for a month then you go running up to New York again with Richie Rich and your all fucked up again."

Megan rolled her eyes and sitting up grabbed the pack of cigarettes off the nightstand. After taking one out and lighting it with the zippo that was next to them, Megan took a deep drag and looked off into space as if I hadn't said anything.

"I asked you a fucking question Megan, don't ignore me." I said sitting up as well.

With a sigh Megan looked at me.

"Oh come on Mark, I was good for awhile but you know it's good to have some fun sometimes."

"It's never just sometimes with you sis and you know that. It's either all or nothing."

Megan put out the cigarette and looked at me as if she were going to argue, but then her eyes began to tear up and I realized that she really was coming down.

"I'm sorry Mark," She said softly. "I... I was doing good, then one night I couldn't sleep and you know I didn't want to bother you, I mean I shouldn't need my little brother to sleep so I tried to get through it on my own." She put her head down as the tears began to flow down her cheeks.

I put my arm around her shoulders and braced myself for the next part of the pattern that we had fallen into; the inevitable crash. Megan turned her head into my shoulder and sobbed;

"But I couldn't sleep Mark, and when I did I had those dreams about Frank and one night I woke up screaming and Tommy gave me a couple of Bennies to help me sleep."

"I really am going to beat that fucking kid." I said quietly.

Megan looked up from my shoulder and shook her head.

"It wasn't his fault Mark, you've seen me like that he never had, he didn't know what to do." She sobbed again then haltingly continued;

"I had a hard time getting up the next day, and didn't feel good so a friend of Tommy's came by and he had some coke so I did a couple of lines to pick me back up and..." She put her head back on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry little brother, I'm sorry I'm so weak. I'm just such a fucking mess, and I can't stand myself and when I look around and see how bad I hurt you and mom and dad it makes me worse and I'll do anything to feel better."

"Megan we..."

"Once I got fucked up again, I asked Tommy if we could go see his friends in New York so I wouldn't have to have you see me like that again."

Megan started sobbing harder and turning I put both my arms around her and held her. Pulling her down with me I lied down so that we were stretched out on the bed with Megan folded into my chest. Megan's arms wrapped around my waist and squeezed me tightly as she cried. After a few minutes the sobs died off and she pulled away from me to look up at my face.

"Mom and dad hate me." She said sniffling like a pathetic little kid.

"Bullshit sis. Their scared for you."

"They don't want me around I can tell they..."

"You stole from them Megan," I said quietly. "More than once. They just don't trust you there alone they never said they don't want to see you."

"But dad said..."

"Fuck Doug." I said a little harsher than I meant to. "Denise loves you Meg and you know it and..." I sighed. "So does Doug Meg, he's scared and when he is he says dumb things. Tell you what you stay here for a couple of days and when you feel better I'll take you to see them or we'll meet them for lunch somewhere."




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 02



"I..." She started but I cut her off. 

"You're going to see your parents Megan. I'll help you with it okay?"

"Okay." Megan said quietly then after leaning up to kiss my cheek whispered;

"Thank you little brother. Thank you for always loving me."

With that Megan rolled over and pressed her back into my chest. 

"I just want to be peaceful Mark." She whispered.

I didn't like how that sounded. Megan had never struck me as suicidal, but now that she had slipped again...

"You'll find it sis, but it's not in drugs, the answers inside Meg, you can find it, I did."

"Your answers rage Mark," Megan began quietly. "And not just the fights you get into, it's in everything you do, the way you push at school, at karate, even the rough sex you have all the time it's all driven by rage and hate. I don't have that Mark," She sighed. "All I am is sad and empty."

"All those things get it out though Megan, try painting your amazing at it."

"I can only paint when I'm stoned these days."

I had no answer for that and it didn't matter anyways as Megan went back to crying softly again. As I laid there holding her I felt the tears burn in my eyes as well; tears of frustration. For all the things I had accomplished, and for all that I was capable of I couldn't do a damn thing for the person who meant the most to me. Years ago Megan had reached me when no one else could; had drawn me out and turned me around, gave me a chance to have a great life and here I was unable to help her.

As Megan's crying subsided I kissed the back of her neck and whispered;

"Go to sleep Megan you know no matter what, I'll always love you."

Part 3; Mark sends a message.

It was eight o'clock on Friday night and I was standing outside the door at Club Baby Head checking ID's and tossing anyone who looked like they were already drunk or stoned out of the line. There was a band playing at 8:30 so after a few more minutes the line had disappeared and I was sitting on the stairs smoking a cigarette and wondering if it would be Megan or Cynthia I would be fucking around with later on as Megan was supposed to be going to dinner with Tommy and then getting dropped off at Doug and Denise's but you never knew when things would change.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little concerned about her going out with Tommy, but on Wednesday he had come by Mitch's and told her that he'd like to see her again. Megan knew I didn't want her around him at all, but I also knew that despite his issues with drugs Tommy did care for my sister. Love might even be the word although if that was the case it was Tommy I felt bad for because quite honestly Megan walked all over him. 

Megan agreed to go out with him, but pretty much as a date; no going back to his place and no bars or parties just dinner maybe a movie and to her parents. Tommy happily agreed, but of course I added the extra incentive that if Megan wasn't taken straight home then he and I would have a nice long talk. Megan going to Doug and Denise's was also her way of trying to give me some space.

This was her idea as I never minded spending time with my sister especially when she was acting like her old self which she had been this week. On the other hand the more I thought about it the more it made sense. Megan had been staying with me for a week, and I had been turning Cyn down left and right even when she invited me back to her place. Of the two of us Megan had always been more conscious of how we appeared to people and she felt it might start to look funny if I wasn't doing anything, hell I even turned Robin down this week telling her I was sick.

No Megan had a point, besides Denise was thrilled with the idea of Megan spending a couple of days back at home, and who knew, if Megan could keep going the way she had this week maybe eventually they would offer her to stay. Of course I also had to admit that as much as I enjoyed my sister, it wouldn't be a terrible thing to spend a night with Cynthia, have some hot sex and maybe even take her out to breakfast tomorrow morning. Cynthia had been damn good to me this week; covering one of my shifts and doing everything she could to make sure I could be with Megan as much as possible when I was working so I could keep an eye on her.

I sighed as I ground the cigarette out onto the cement step. It had been a long week but a good one in the sense of it seemed like Megan was getting back on track. The week had not started off well as on Sunday and Monday Megan was sick. Apparently it was the first time in awhile she hadn't had anything as she had the shakes and every time she ate she'd throw up. I shook my head at the thought of once when I asked her through the door if she was okay she had come out and given me the disturbing answer of "Yeah this happens all the time."

By Tuesday she was better and as I had promised I took her to the mall and bought her some clothes. Later that day I called Denise and told her Megan was back and on Wednesday I took her over there for lunch which went surprisingly well. I think Denise had warned Doug because he said very little during the few hours we were there. I was relieved however to see that he was genuinely happy to see Megan and just before we left shocked me by taking me aside and thanking me for bringing her to see them. 

Thursday was gorgeous and I took Megan to the beach where we spent a good part of the day including getting clam cakes and ice cream like we used to when we were teenagers and Doug and Denise would take us. Of course needless to say the nights were incredible; round after round of hot sex, and afterwards falling into each other's arms, as if we had just made love and curling up for the night. 

As always both of us were sleeping through the night and the mornings were even better as since there was no school we slept in and took our time playing and enjoying each other. I also managed to get Megan to go to Kodak to talk to a councilor about some outpatient programs and went to an NA meeting with her. Tommy had also come with us and I found myself hoping he was serious and not just going along with Megan. If he straightened out it would go along way with keeping Megan together.

All in all it had been a decent week. I was also thrilled that the voice had not acted back up after I had shut it down on Saturday. Usually Megan being around caused enough stress to have it making an appearance. As I sat watching the traffic go by I wondered if the voice ever got mad and stayed away on purpose as I knew damn well it could get out whenever the hell it wanted to. Then again whenever it kept showing up I would take the sleeping pills like they were pez so maybe it was learning. I grunted to myself I sounded like a loon even thinking like this.

"Hey Mark!!" 

I turned to see Derek one of the other bouncers sticking his head out the door and I instantly jumped up. Most of the time when they called me in it meant there was going to be some kind of fight. Lately there had been some trouble with gangs and instead of dealing with one asshole at a time they had begun causing trouble in packs. Last week Derek, myself and another bouncer named Rick had mixed it up with five of them.

"You need me?" I asked already feeling my adrenalin begin to pump.

"You got a call, some girl says it's an emergency she sounds pretty upset."

Oh fuck me, I thought as I raced into the club and quickly made my way through the crowd to get to the phone behind the bar. There was no doubt it would be my sister, unless it was Cyn and there was... no Mitch was there tonight. Taking the phone from the bartender with a sinking feeling in my stomach I took a deep breath;

"Hello?"

"Mark!! Oh my god Mark!!" It was Megan and she was crying.

"Megan where are you?"

"I'm at Rhode Island hospital I..."

"Sis are you okay?" I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest.

"I am but Mark they got Tommy and they hurt him and Oh my God!!!"

"What?" I asked in surprise. "Who hurt Tommy?"

"Oh Mark, it was Carson and a couple of his guys they beat... and their looking for me and oh shit Mark! I gotta get out of here!"

"Listen Megan stay right there." I began, trying to sound as calm as possible. "I'm coming okay? I'll pick you up."

"Mark I..."

"Do not leave!" I snapped into the phone and hanging up told Rick who was hanging around flirting with Mandy the bartender that I had to go. 

I practically ran from the club and getting into my car drove like a maniac getting to the hospital in less than ten minutes. Parking the car I went into the emergency room assuming that that's where Tommy would be if he had gotten jumped. I had just reached the information desk when I heard Megan call out my name. I turned to see Megan coming towards me and my heart stopped;

Megan was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt. There was blood on the t-shirt. As she approached I became aware of the sound of a door swinging open somewhere in my mind.

"Stay calm Mark whatever it is we'll take care of it."

I nodded feeling oddly comforted by the confidence behind the voice and ran to meet my sister. Megan threw herself in my arms sobbing.

"Oh I'm glad to see you!"

I held her tight and let her sob into my chest before pushing her away.

"Where's Tommy?"

"He's in there." She nodded towards one of the screened off booths against the wall.

"Let's go." I said to her.

"I can't go back in there Mark." Megan shook her head. "I can't see him like that anymore I..."

I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her with me towards the back. When Megan was scared these days her answer was to run and I wouldn't take any chances. We reached the stall and drawing the curtain aside I ushered Megan in and entered behind closing the curtain behind me. I stopped and felt my stomach turn as I looked at Tommy. Both of his eyes were swollen closed and his bandaged nose was obviously broken. There were large swellings on both sides of his jaw and a bandage across his forehead that already had blood oozing through it.

"Oh Tommy." Megan whispered crying.

I approached the bed and realizing Tommy's eyes were so swollen he couldn't see leaned over a whispered;

"Tommy, its Mark can you hear me?"

There was no response and I almost walked away when Tommy whispered;

"Mark?"

"Yeah Tommy, who the hell did this to you?"

Tommy swallowed and let out a deep breath.

"It... it was Carson and t-those t-two guys he's always with."

Carson was a small time coke dealer. His brother Keith was the real deal running a lot of drugs through south Providence, but where Keith was a business man and smart with his dealings his brother Carson was a bit of a loose cannon who acted more like a thug. Carson himself was a skinny little shit but he always had some muscle with him. Carson I had met but had never seen his entourage.

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"Why would they do this to you?"

I figured I already knew the answer but needed to know where my sister fit in. Tommy looked like he was trying to say something when Megan spoke from behind me.

"I owe Carson Fifteen Hundred Dollars."

"You what?!" I exclaimed turning around to look at her.

Megan put her head down and all I could think of was how much fucking coke that was. Another disturbing thought that crossed my mind was that no dealer would let that big of a tab run up. Either Megan had gotten a lot at once or... my heart sank as I whispered;

"You stole from him didn't you?"

Megan looked up at me with tears running down her cheeks.

"I... I was at a party and was out of money. I tried to get Carson to front me but he knew I didn't have money and I was there without Tommy." She wiped at her eyes and continued;

"Of course Carson said that you know he would be willing to work something out and..." She sobbed.

"Oh this will not be good Mark"

"I went in a back room and I... I fucked him." She put her head down so she didn't have to look at me. "We did a couple of lines and we went back out. But before I left I saw him take a few packets out of a paper bag on the table, after we went back out I slipped in and took a bunch out and then left the party."

She put her hands up in a helpless gesture.

"Someone must have seen me because he came by Betty's and told her to tell me that I owed him the money and to bring it that Friday. That's the real reason I went to New York."

I put my hand to my left temple which was already beginning to throb. This was big, oh was it big.

"So." I said trying to stay calm. "They found out your back and went looking for you at Tommy's?"

Megan nodded. Then started crying harder.

"Tommy picked me up and we were supposed to go right out, but he had said how much he missed me so we went to his place and fooled around. We were getting ready to go but Tommy wanted to shower, he asked me if I'd mind taking his car and picking up cigarettes so I went to the store." Megan shook her head.

"I ran into a friend and talked for a few minutes. When I got back Tommy's door was broken in and he was on the floor like that so I called the rescue." Megan sobbed again.

"Mark they missed me by like ten minutes."

With that Megan threw herself in my arms again.

"They... Carson told Tommy to tell me that if I don't call him by midnight and tell him when I'm bringing the money they'll.... Oh Mark they said they'll hurt me Mark and they won't just beat me they'll..." She broke down into sobs again.

I closed my eyes and had a sudden vision of my sister lying in that hospital bed her face unrecognizable, and hurt in worse places that that. In the dark recesses of my mind I heard the dog slam into the attic door. I took a deep breath and held Megan closer. I had to think there had to be away out of this.

"There is Mark well really there's two ways, but the choice will be Carson's."

Keeping one arm around Megan I leaned over to Tommy and whispered in his ear:

"Tommy you're going to be okay and I'll..."

Tommy interrupted me saying softly;

"Just keep Megan with you Mark please."

I swallowed hard, touched that after taking a beating like that one that he had gotten because of my sister that his first thought would be of her. Leaning over in his ear so Megan couldn't hear I said;

"Tommy when I'm done Carson will wish he was you."

Megan was quiet on the way home, however she was practically sitting in my lap as I drove and I could feel her shaking. Unlike my sister I found myself getting calmer with each minute that passed. I would get involved and help my sister, the voice was right there was two ways and if everything went well it would be the easier path that Carson would choose. If not then Carson would learn the hard way that no one would ever hurt my sister.

I arrived at Mitch's and rather than go around the back which was an unlighted parking lot we went in through the front. If Carson knew Megan was back and not with Betty or Tommy then he would know she was with me. Megan said Carson would give her a day but you never knew if that was a trick. I found myself thankful that Megan wasn't with her parents tonight. I would doubt Carson would go to a house in that neighborhood but he did have a bit of a mad dog reputation.

"We know a thing or two about mad dogs don't we?"

As if in agreement I heard the dog slam its door again.

"Good doggie."

We entered the bar which had a pretty good crowd tonight and keeping Megan in front of me led her through the bar and into the backroom we went upstairs where Megan immediately ran over to the table she had all her clothes folded on and grabbing the duffle bag began to start shoving them in there.

"You're not going anywhere Megan." I told her calmly.

"Mark, you saw what they did to Tommy! I can't let the m find me and I won't get you in the middle."

"I'm already in the middle sis." As I spoke I walked over and taking her hand took her over to the couch and after making her sit down sat next her.

"Listen sis, you ran once. You run again and he catches you it's all over. You have one shot to make this right."

"But I don't have the money Mark! And Tommy's dad isn't giving him anything anymore!"

"Megan!" I snapped getting her attention. "Listen to me. Call Carson on his pager from here. Tell him you'll meet him tomorrow night."

"No! Mark please..."

"I said listen to me sis." I was still calm almost unnaturally so at this point and I knew it was the effect of the voice it thrived when we were in trouble.

"I don't have $1500, but I'm a month ahead of my rent and have another hundred. We're going to go there tomorrow and give him the $500 and tell him we'll get him the rest next month. He'll take it Meg it's better than nothing."

Megan shook her head.

"No Mark you can't go I won't let you! They'll..."

"Megan you go alone and you'll get hurt, you're scared and they know it. I go its different, Carson won't fuck with me."

"He won't be alone Mark."

"That's okay neither will you."

"Trust me sis I'm more trouble than I'm worth to him."

"But what about his brother Keith Mark? He's big time he..."

"Megan do you think Carson told his brother that some broad stole his property? Remember Carson fronts from Keith. Carson needs to come up with the money because trust me Keith will throw him a beating as quick as he would the next guy."

"I don't want you hurt Mark."

"I won't be Megan trust me." I put my hands on her shoulders. "I will not let anything happen to you sis ever, and don't worry about me. I can get this done the right way Meg. I give him the five and if I have to when he comes back from New York I'll borrow off of Alex and pay Carson off. But you're not going alone."

Megan looked up at me and said quietly;

"Those guys he has with him Mark their hardcore." She took my hand in hers. "Their dangerous Mark."

"So are we sis so are we."

Friday night.

It was nine O'clock and I was guiding the Lesabre through the side streets of South Providence looking for Carson's house, or more aptly the sham apartment he did his business out of. Megan had called Carson who was more than happy to hear from her. I had told her to simply say she was bringing the money. I also had her leave out the small detail of her little brother coming with her. 

My sister was scared; she hadn't slept at all last night and three times today tried to talk me out of coming that she would go alone. I was no fool; my $500 would by her a bus ticket and another New York vacation. I on the other hand felt fine. I was immersed in an icy calm that allowed for no thoughts except that I would do whatever had to be done tonight. The $500 was in my pocket and the one thought I did have was that I hoped Carson would be smart enough to take it.

The Voice on the other hand seemed convinced he wouldn't, honestly I think it was more a case of the Voice not wanting him to. I had the eerie feeling that the voice felt as if this was some type of game, a chance to show what I could really do. As I found Carson's street and slowed down to find the number he had given us I found myself wondering what would happen if he didn't take the deal.

I was anticipating three; Carson and whoever his two groupies were. It would be indoors which would cut down on my being able to maneuver. On the other hand that meant that they would also be close to me. I had a black belt in Kenpo and was three months away from my Red in Tai kwon Do. Both instructors had referred to me as a prodigy and claimed that I had the fastest hands they had ever seen. More importantly I had no inhibitions about hurting someone, which was what stopped a lot of Martial artists from being effective in a street fight; the average person didn't want to hurt anyone.

"When we put them down Mark they'll need to stay there." The Voice piped up following my train of thought.




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 02



I nodded and noticed Megan looking at me funny. I wondered if I had my head cocked again. 

"Were here. 

I pulled up across the street from a boarded up three story brown house. The front door on the right side however was open and Carson was sitting on the doorstep. Megan began to shake and I felt her squeeze my hand. Looking over at her I said;

"Listen Meg, they should take the money, but if they don't what I need you to do is as soon as I move I want you to drop."

"What?"

"Drop to the ground and roll just like a fire drill I need you out of the way. Especially if one of them grabs you I need you to just let yourself go and take them off balance."

"Drive away Mark please. We can..."

Without letting her finish I shut the car off and got out. I was wearing jeans and black tank top that showed off my arms. I was also wearing a pair of black motorcycle boots that had steel tips that I had painted black. I walked around and all but pulled my sister from the car. As we crossed the street Carson stood up and came over to the edge of the porch stairs.

"Hey Megan, I have to say I didn't think you'd show."

Carson was tall around six feet but couldn't be more than a hundred and sixty pounds soaking wet. He had blond hair that he always wore slicked back and a pair of electric blue eyes that always gave him the appearance of being high even if he wasn't. Carson was wearing an expensive polo shirt and designer jeans. The bracelet on his wrist had to be worth five hundred easy. I shook my head at the thought that my sister had let this guy fuck her.

"Get that shit out of your head Mark this is about calm and cold."

What about the dog. I thought.

"I don't control the dog you do. But we won't need it Mark besides..." The voice hesitated. "I don't think we could put it back I... don't trust it."

I didn't like that comment. But before I could get off another thought Carson was speaking.

"Of course I should have known you wouldn't be alone." He nodded at me. "Mark."

"And are you alone Carson?" I asked.

Carson smiled; his teeth were white and perfect.

"I may have some company. Anyways come on in Megan." He gestured towards the door.

Megan hesitated, until taking her hand I walked up the steps with her.

"Not you Mark." Carson said. "This is between me and your sister. It's not your business."

"My sister is my business." I replied. As Carson looked at me I pulled a cigarette from my pocket and lit it.

"Listen Mark I know you think your something down at the club, but this is out of your league. Now go wait in your car and we'll send Megan out." He smirked. "Eventually." 

I heard Megan let out a small whimper. In my head the dog began barking. I took a deep breath and still speaking calmly said;

"Carson I came to pay you. Now are you going to have me hand you cash out in plain sight of whatever narcs are probably scoping your dumb ass or can we go inside."

Carson stared at me coldly and as he did I took a drag off the cigarette and casually blew a smoke ring. Finally he nodded.

"Okay Mark, money sounds good."

Carson once more waved towards the doorway. I walked up and smiling said;

"After you Carson."

"Listen Mark I'm not going to take your crap..."

"Carson I will be damned if I will put my back to you. Besides ask yourself; how much longer do you want to be out here alone with me?"

Carson tried to stare me down but after a moment turned his back and walked in. keeping Megan in front we entered the house. As I did I closed the door behind me. Carson led us through a small hallway and into a living room that was fully furnished and fairly well the couch and chairs were leather and there was a set of glass end tables and matching coffee table. Sitting one on the couch and the other in a chair were Carson's boys.

"Hey guys." Carson said cheerily. Look who's here."

"Hey Megan." The one from the chair said standing up.

"Umm hi Ron." Megan whispered quietly.

"You look good." He told her and smirking licked his lips.

"This is going to be a fight Mark."

As the guy approached us, I looked him as well as the other one on the couch over. Ron was around my height and ruggedly built, big arms barrel chest but scrawny legs. 

"Weight lifter; strong but slow take the legs or the face we won't be able to work his body."  

The second one who was just getting off the couch was going to be trouble. I knew him; his name was Malcolm and he bounced down at Lupo's. Malcolm was over six feet and two hundred rock solid pounds and a former amateur boxer. Malcolm was as black as the night and when he smiled at me his white teeth showed up like a beacon.

"Well well, Megan brought her little brother with her. We have both of them here!" He shook his head. "Slutty Megan and crazy Mark. Hey Megan," He called "You still given a blow for blow these days."

Rather than get upset I felt myself grow colder and calmer.

Carson laughed but said;

"Be nice man Mark came here to pay us."

Carson was standing with his back to where we came in and wasn't moving. I knew why but played in anyways. I turned to face him standing within arm's reach. I nudged Megan to step off to my left. When she only took one step I looked at her and softly in Latin said;

"Three more steps."

"What?" Carson asked.

I ignored him as Megan took a few small steps away from me.

"Not too far there hot stuff." Carson said.

As I stood there I felt more than saw Malcolm come up behind me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ron behind me but to the left between Meg and I. Close enough to either grab her or jump in when Malcolm or Carson made a move. I closed my eyes and taking a breath thought okay do your thing;

I felt that odd feeling in my head when I knew the voice was around and suddenly I felt as if everything had slowed down. When I opened my eyes everything seemed clearer. I could see the drops of sweat on Carson's brow and the ticking of the clock on the wall sounded like hammer. I began to breathe slowly and steadily as if I were meditating.

"So." Carson said. "You have something for me?" Carson's voice sounded as if it were a .45 record played on .33 speed and I had to focus to understand him.

I nodded handing him the envelope. Carson removed the money and frowned.

"Shit Mark this isn't even close."

"Look Carson." I began my own voice sounded slow but I knew I was speaking fine. "You know we don't have that kind of money. There's five there and you'll get the rest by the end of the month."

Carson shook his head

"It's all or nothing Mark. Your sister stole from me and what she stole was more than this now I hope for her sake you brought more with you."

Once again I heard Megan's breath catch and saw Carson smirk. Behind me close behind me I heard Malcolm laugh softly. My sister was scared and they knew it, planned on having fun with her. Unfortunately for them they weren't noticing that I was far from scared.

"Carson this is something and you'll get the rest. This is my word not my sisters. You know I'll pay."

Carson shook his head.

"No Mark not going to fly. Tell you what though. I'll take the five. You go outside and we'll take the rest out of your sister's pretty little ass." He smirked. "Not like I haven't fucked her before but I bet that ass would be a real treat right guys?"

"No please." Megan whispered.

"That's right sweetheart." Malcolm said. "I'll make you a black cock whore for life."

Carson looked at me and nodded towards the door.

"Get the fuck out Mark were done here."

The eleventh Satanic Principle states; When walking in open territory, bother no one. If someone bothers you, ask him to stop. If he does not stop, destroy him. I had not bothered Carson as of yet, but he was threatening me so it was time for his last chance.

"Carson." I began calmly, as I spoke I raised my hands slowly palm out as if saying I didn't want any trouble. "I am here to pay my sister's debt. Now whether it's paid in cash or pain is your choice. Choose wisely."

Carson started to smile. I smiled back as I took the still lit cigarette and ground it out in the palm of my hand.

"Get ready Mark."

"You really are fucking crazy." Carson said as he spoke his eyes darted to the side.

 "He chose poorly"

I exploded. My left hand flashed out fingers in, catching Carson in the jaw with the heel and snapping his head back. Even as the blow was connecting I was dropping to my knees where I felt Malcolm's arms close over where he was expecting my head to be. The second my knees hit the floor I threw my left out, punching Carson in the balls and sending him to his knees gasping in pain and surprise. Simultaneously I slammed my right elbow back and heard the breath whoosh out of Malcolm as I caught him in the stomach. Instantly I swung the same elbow up and heard a satisfying crunch as it drove into Malcolm's face.

I heard Ron yell. 

"Hey!!" 

Pivoting on my right knee I saw that he must have gone for Meg, and as I had told her she had dropped and rolled from him. Ron hesitated for a second looking at her then went for me. That second was all I needed. Balancing on my right knee I lashed out with my left leg in a quick snap kick. The blow caught the inside of Ron's right knee. Fortunately for him he was in mid step and his knee was bent or I would have snapped his knee back. As it was the blow twisted his knee inwards.

Ron fell to one knee and after drawing my leg back to my hip I kicked out again catching him in the face with the heel of my boot this time with a full thrust kick. There was a crack as his nose broke and as he flew backwards his head crashed into the glass end table shattering it. I let my left leg hit the floor and planting my foot, wrenched my hips hard to the left and spun myself up into a standing position.

This time I was a second off in the wrong direction. Malcolm had recovered fast and was already stepping in and swinging a hard right hook. The blow caught me in the side of the head. A flash went off behind my left eye, but using the momentum of the punch I turned with it. Malcolm's follow through caused him to come forward and as I spun we went back to back. In the split second I was facing that way I saw Carson still on his knees retching and Ron laid out flat. I had time to deal with Malcolm. Letting myself spin all the way I threw my elbow catching Malcolm in the back and sending him staggering away. Malcolm took a couple of extra steps trying to give himself the space to turn and get ready.

I through myself down and rolled. Malcolm turned around just in time for me to come to my feet in front of him. Malcolm tried to get his hands up, but I was already attacking, my right hand blurred across the space between us catching Malcolm in his thick neck with the edge of my hand. Malcolm staggered back gagging his hands coming up to his throat. As soon as his hands rose I slammed a left into his stomach doubling him over. Grabbing the back of his head I brought it down into my rising right knee.

The blow straightened him up sending him backwards into the wall. I jumped forward and grabbing the sides of his head I pulled him forward and lowered mine. The top of my head smashed hard into his face. Still holding his head I slammed it backwards into the wall. I pulled him forward and did it again harder. Malcolm's eyes rolled back into his head and his legs gave as I let him go he slid down the wall and to the floor exposing the large hole in the wall his head had made.

"Mark!!" Megan cried out.

I spun to see Carson up and limping towards me.

"Oh yes come and get it!!" The voice screamed.

Carson was coming towards my right where Malcolm was lying so I jumped quickly to the left and circled to get away from the corner. Carson turned to look down at Malcolm and when he turned to face me I could see the fear in his eyes. I stepped around where Ron was lying motionless and on the way by lashed out with my right foot catching him in the side of the head to make sure he was out.

Carson came at me and started to swing. As his fist came around I heard a click that to my heightened senses sounded like a gunshot. A six inch blade appeared in Carson's hand heading directly for my face. I'm sure he had swung fast but to me it was slow motion. I stepped in and through my forearm against his blocking the swing and backhanded him sending him staggering. I came in and instantly leapt back as Carson swung wildly with the knife.

Carson came forward slashing wildly. He had no skill whatsoever and was just hoping to catch me. I danced back and began weaving side to side avoiding every slash I felt my back hit the wall. Carson smiled and instead of slashing threw his arm straight out trying to stab me. Turning to the side I caught Carson's wrist in my left hand and instantly bringing up my right arm hit Carson's elbow while yanking his wrist downward. Carson screamed as his arm broke. Still holding his wrist I swung my right elbow into the side of his head.

As Carson spun around I grabbed the back of his hair and drove him face first down into the glass coffee table. The table shattered and pulling him up I slammed his face onto the broken glass on the floor. I lifted him to his feet and letting him go through a spin kick that caught him in the face before he could fall down. Carson landed on the floor flat on his back motionless.

"Ohhh Baby!!" The Voice cried out in jubilation "Sixty fucking seconds flat!!"

I stood there gasping as I realized it was over. Quickly looking around I saw Malcolm still slumped against the wall his head on his chest. Ron was lying where he had been since the first kick, his head resting in a pile of glass and wood from the coffee table. My eyes shifted to Carson lying there on his back his right arm bent at a ninety degree angle in the wrong direction.

"Oh my god Mark!!" Megan.

I turned to see my sister on her knees huddled next to the couch. She was staring at me her eyes wide with fear.

"Oh my fucking god Mark you...."

I took a deep breath and walking over to her said.

"Let's go sis we have to get the hell out of here."

In a neighborhood like this I was pretty sure no one would call the cops, especially if they knew it was Carson's place but you never knew.

"Mark wait!" 

What? 

"A message Mark we need to send a message!"

I think we just did.

"No Mark, this isn't enough. We have to make sure Keith thinks were so fucking crazy even he won't go after us."

Forget. I did enough we need to...

"Hey Mark look at this."

My head was suddenly filled with a vision of my sister, bent over a chair screaming as Carson held her arms and Malcolm fucked her from behind. The vision changed to Ron forcing his cock into her mouth and Carson fucking her, when she wouldn't open her mouth Ron backhanded her face. The final image was of her in a hospital her face worse than Tommy's Denise was there in tears.

"This is what they wanted! Now fucking show them!"

The icy calm I felt before was replaced by a feeling of red hot rage. They would have done that! They would have gang banged Megan all night torn her to pieces. I looked down on the floor and saw the knife Carson had dropped. I walked over and after picking it up walked back and stood over Carson. His face was covered with blood from the glass, but his eyes were open and he was gasping for breath and whimpering in pain.

I lowered myself until my legs were straddling his sides and I had my weight on his chest. Taking the knife I jabbed it quickly into Carson's ruined elbow. Carson screamed and so did Megan

"Mark for Christ's sake leave him alone.

"Cruel and without mercy Mark."

I slapped Carson hard in the face.

"Shut the fuck up." I hissed at him. "Think you were going to rape my sister you piece of shit?"

"We... we..." Carson started.

"No one fucks with me you understand?" 

Carson spoke through the blood covering his face;

"My brother will..." I slapped him again.

"Will do nothing after he sees what's left of you."

As I spoke I slowly passed the blade of the knife past his eyes.

"Please Mark, please I..."

"Please?" I asked softly. "Please is what you wanted my sister to say isn't it Carson?" While you and your friends took turns fucking her. You wanted to hear her beg." I could hear the dog scratching at the door. "Well guess what coward, who's begging now?"

I poked the knife into Carson's cheek drawing blood.

"I asked you a fucking question?"

"Oh god Mark stop!" Megan called out. "Please you..."

"Stay out of this Megan!!" I snapped at her. 

As did I turned to look at her. Megan's eyes widened even more and she whispered; Oh my god."

I turned back to Carson.

"Well is that right you wanted her to beg?"

"Y-yes." Carson stuttered.

"And would you have stopped Carson?" I asked smiling. "Let's be honest now."

"Please don't Mark, please I..." Carson started sobbing. "Oh please don't kill me..."

"Pathetic!" I said shaking my head. "But he answers no. You would have got off and hurt her more. So now you get the mercy you would have shown."

I hesitated unsure of what I was really going to do.

"Exodus 21:24"

Grabbing Carson by the hair I pulled his head up. Twirling the knife expertly in my right hand I reversed it so the hilt was facing Carson and as calmly as if I were hammering a nail began slamming it into Carson's mouth using it to break his teeth. Carson gurgled and began to kick choking on his own teeth and blood. I was aware of Megan screaming something but I wasn't really paying attention. 

After a few more blows with the knife I dropped it and reaching up and across my body dealt Carson a vicious backhand slap. Carson's face snapped to the side and several teeth along with a gout of blood flew from his mouth. I stood up and then bending over began picking up the bloody teeth as if it were change I had just found in the street. I only counted five but it would have to do.

I picked up the envelope with the money and after putting the cash in my pocket dropped the teeth into it and sealed it. There was some small plastic bags on a table near the door that I'm sure was for coke next to them was a scale and a marker. Taking the marker I wrote on the envelope.

"An eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth no one fucks with my sister."

I turned and stopped at the sight before me. Megan had crawled across the floor and had lifted Carson up onto his side. Carson was choking and as I watched Megan turned his head to face down so the blood was pouring out and not going back down his throat. Megan hit him on the back a couple of times to try to force more up. The entire time she was crying and saying

"Oh my god" Over and over again.

I walked over and looking down said;

"Remember the mercy my sister showed you Carson because I would have left you for dead, which is exactly what you will be if I ever see you again."\

Getting down on my knees I reached down and after shoving the envelope into his shirt pocket stood back up and put my hand out to Megan.

"Let's go sis. You shouldn't touch shit with your bare hands."

We left Carson's and once again I caught Megan by the hand as she had made to pretty much run across the street to the car.

"Walk slow sis." I said quietly.

We reached the car and unlocking the driver's door I stepped aside and let Megan get in and slide across the front seat. I got in and looked over at her. Megan was as white as a ghost and her hands were shaking.

"Hey sis you okay?" I asked

"N-no. I-I'm not okay." She said her voice trembling.

"It's all over sis everything will be fine." I reached over to put my arm around her. "Trust me..."

"Don't touch me!!!" Megan cried out pulling away from me.




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 02



I stared at her in shock.

"Meg hey it's okay." I reached for her hand.

"No!!" Megan yelled and slid all the way over to the passenger door getting as far away from me as she could.

"Megan..."

"Just fucking drive Mark!" She cried out. "Just get us the fuck out of here!"

I hesitated as I watched her turn to face away from me her arms hugging her chest tightly. As I looked I noticed she had blood smeared on her jeans and the sleeve of her pink shirt.

"She's right Mark; we have to move."

I started the car and pulled away slowly it was only when I had reached the intersection and spun the wheel to the right that I became aware of the blood on my own hands. I glanced in the rearview mirror to see if there were any on my face. My face was clear except for a little swelling just under my left eye. Just before I returned my gaze to the road I noticed that my normally hazel eyes which at most only had a little brown in them were so dark they appeared to be all but black. I had never seen them that color before.

"What's the matter Mark? Don't like my eyes?"

I drove home slowly; my car did attract attention from the cops once in awhile and now would certainly not be the time to get pulled over. Otherwise I had no worries; as bad as that was there was no way Carson would or could call the cops. Not only did he have a record, but I have no doubt there was coke somewhere in that house. As I thought of it the only concern I had was how Carson's Brother Keith would react. Unlike Carson Keith was the real deal an ex navy seal, Keith had more than made a name for himself as a street enforcer before he started dealing himself.

"He'll come to us Mark, but only to make sure it's over. Carson's cost him more than he's helped him. We did him a favor."

I nodded as I drove. I don't know why but I believed what I had just heard. This was definitely one of those instances where it seemed the voice had somehow been around longer than I had.

"Ever since our great grandfather."

In order to hold onto what little sanity I felt I had left these days I decided not to think about that last remark and instead looked over at my sister who was staring at me with an odd look on her face. I smiled at her then frowned as the look on her face before she turned away was that of fear.

We parked behind Mitch's and practically ran up the back stairs to my apartment. Once we had entered I sat down in the chair and let out a deep sigh trying to let the last of the adrenalin flow from my body as despite the action of less than a half hour ago I still felt pretty wound up. Megan however immediately pulled her shirt off and after kicking her shoes away practically jumped out of her jeans. 

Megan was wearing just a skimpy little red lace bra and matching panties. As she turned and bent over I began to think of ways to get rid of that excess energy.

"And to the victor goes the spoils." The voice laughed softly.

Megan grabbed the jeans and shirt and quickly shoved them into the garbage bag near the kitchen. Then walking quickly past me towards the bathroom said quietly;

"Throw your clothes away Mark."

I stood up and caught her arm.

"Hey sis are you..."

"I said don't fucking touch me!!!" She screamed at me as she yanked her arm from my grasp.

"Sis what's the..."

"What's the matter?" She asked throwing her hands in the air. "Jesus fucking Christ Mark do you even know what you just did?"

"I helped you sis." I began not understanding why she was so upset. "Everything..."

"You almost killed him!! I mean he was fucking choking Mark and you would have left him!"

"He was going to fucking rape you Megan!" I snapped. "What did you want me to fucking do?" 

I took a step towards her and she immediately backed away.

"Fuck Meg, there was three of them! What was I supposed to do slap them?" I shook my head. "Sis you heard them! They were going to hurt you Megan, and bad I couldn't..."

I stopped not liking the look on her face. If I didn't know better I'd think she was actually afraid of me.

"I did what I had to do." I told her simply

"Bullshit Mark!! Fucking bullshit!!" She yelled at me. "Yes they would have hurt me, and yes Mark you had to fight and had to put them down but Carson Mark..." She shook her head as her eyes filled up.

"Oh god Mark what you did to him..."

"Motherfucker got what he deserved Mark."

"Look Megan, maybe I got a little out of control but..."

"No Mark that's it you were in perfect fucking control!"

"I..."

"You didn't see the look on your face Mark you were fucking loving it!"

Megan stopped and sitting on the couch put her head in her hands and started to sob. I approached her slowly and getting down on my knees in front of her reached out and gently grabbed her wrists to pull her hands from her face.

My head rocked back as tearing her right hand from me Megan slapped me hard in the face.

"Let go of me!" She yelled as she tore her other hand from my grasp.

I tried to catch her hand again and my face was rocked by another slap. I sat back on my knees stunned. Leaping from the couch Megan made to run towards the bathroom but I caught her by the arm again and pulled her towards me.

"Megan..."

"You're a fucking animal Mark!!" She yelled spinning around to face me again. "Carson was right you are fucking crazy! And you know what else? Dad was right too; you are just like our father!! Just fucking like him!!"

That hit home. I looked up at her said softly;

"No I'm not Meg, please don't say that. I'm nothing like him."

"Well..."

"Let go of me." Megan said as she tried to pull away. I held her tight and she swung at my face again.

My hand flashed out and caught hers.

"Do not," I began, feeling my temper rise. "Hit me. Ever."

"Yeah Mark? You gonna hurt me too Mark? You going to teach me a lesson?" Megan turned her face to me;

"Go ahead Mark hit me! You know you want to!"

I let her go stunned.

"Megan," I said quietly. "I would never hurt you. You're my sister I love you. I'm..."

"A fucking maniac Mark, that's what you are!" I reached once more for my sister's hand.

Megan pulled away and shaking her head whispered;

"Just stay the hell away from me Mark. I know what our father put our mother through and don't think for a second I'll let you do it to me you keep your fucking hands to yourself."

With that Megan went into the bathroom and closed the door. A second later I heard the lock click. As the shower went on, I slowly walked into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Well that's gratitude for you."

I put my head down and thought about what Megan had said about our father. I knew she was right of course, hell she knew it to and didn't even know about the parasite that was living in my head.

"Hey!!"

I was so convinced that I would become him that I had made sure that I could never have children insuring there wouldn't be another one after me. I was still sitting there when I heard the bathroom door open and looking up saw Megan walk over to the bedroom.

Megan was wrapped in just a white towel that barely covered her ass and her long wet hair was hanging down across her back. She walked into the bedroom but past me to the head of the bed where after grabbing a pillow she walked out into the living room where she put the pillow down and stretched out on the couch.

"Cocktease!"

I think it's time you went back to your room. I thought as I stood up and slowly walked towards the bathroom.

"Oh, I see how it is." 

I walked into the bathroom pausing before I closed the door to look at Megan lying on her side on the couch facing away from me. I sighed and shutting the door took a long hot shower letting the water beat down on my tense back and shoulders. The hot water began to run out so I got out and after drying off walked naked out of the bathroom past Megan who was still lying where I left her and into the bedroom.

Knowing I couldn't sleep yet I sat cross legged on the end of the bed, and closing my eyes began to try to meditate. As I began to take slow deep breaths I started to let my mind drift, to forget about everything that had just happened I breathed in again and...

Caught the smell of strawberries. I felt movement on the bed, and a moment later my sister's arms slid around my waist. I felt a gentle kiss on the middle of my back and Megan's face and wet hair press into me as she hugged me tight.

"Hey little brother." She whispered in my ear. "You okay?"

"Are you?" I asked quietly.

Megan's answer was to get off the bed and come around to face me where I was sitting on the edge of the bed. She was still wearing the towel and as she came over she leaned over and gave me a soft kiss.

"I'm better Mark," She began and then getting down on her knees reached up and took my face gently in her hands. "I'm sorry Mark I should have never said that to you."

"I don't blame you." I whispered as I put my hands over hers.

"Mark I know you would never hurt me and you're not him. You just scared me that's all."

"I'm sorry Megan I..."

Megan stopped me with her finger to my lips.

"Shhhh." She smiled. "Just give your sister a kiss."

Megan replaced her finger with her mouth and I let out a soft whimper as I felt her tongue push between my lips. As we kissed passionately Megan wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me closer to her. The smell of her shampoo was as intoxicating to me as the taste of her lips and I found myself grabbing the back of her head to keep her lips to mine.

Megan pushed against my shoulders and I reluctantly broke the kiss. Megan smiled and said;

"How about your big sister helps you calm down and then we'll curl up nice and close?"

With that Megan pulled the towel off and leaning over started tonguing my nipple at the same time as her hand found my hard cock and after giving it a squeeze began slowly pumping it. Megan switched to my other nipple while her other hand started caressing my balls. I moaned and leaning over reached down and began playing with her tits catching her hard nipples between my finger tips and gently twisting them.

"Oh yeah there you go little brother, nice and easy no rough stuff tonight, just enjoy your big sister."

With that Megan looked up and winking said;

"And let her enjoy her little brothers beautiful cock."

Megan flicked her tongue across my nipple one more time then trailed it down to where her hands were working my cock. Megan kissed the tip then after tonguing it pulled her head back showing me the string of precum hanging from the tip of her tongue. Still fondling my balls Megan took my cock in her mouth and began slowly working it up and down.

"Oh damn that feels good." I told her as I continued to toy with her nipples.

"Yeah Mark? Your big sister knows just how you like it doesn't she?"

Megan took my cock all the way down and then began rapidly bobbing her head up and down. Her right hand was following her soft lips jerking my cock off as she blew me. I looked down and let out a sigh as I watched my gorgeous sister suck my huge dick in and out of those perfect blow job lips. Megan's eyes met mine and with a wink she started sucking even faster, her fingers kneading my balls as her other hand continued to stroke me in rhythm with her mouth.

"Damn she does have her uses doesn't she?"

So do sleeping pills. I closed my eyes and pushed the Voice out of my mind I didn't like it there during sex especially with Megan who I had the uncomfortable feeling the voice didn't like. The sleeping pill remark seemed to drive it out for the moment. I opened my eyes again to the welcome sight of my sister devouring my cock.

Megan pulled it from her mouth with a loud slurping noise and standing up pushed me back down onto the bed. Taking my cue I slid all the way up on the bed as Megan climbed onto it. As I watched Megan crawled up onto the bed and over me on her hands and knees. Her long dark hair was hanging down and tickling across my thighs and she was low enough that I could feel her erect nipples rubbing along my flesh. As she crawled towards me Megan's eyes were locked to mine and her full lips were parted showing just the tip of her soft pink tongue.

"Oh damn you look hot sis." I told her. 

Megan stopped and leaning over and using just her mouth sucked my cock in and out a few times, then crawling all the way up reached down and back to grab my cock and guiding it to the tip of her pussy plunged down on top of it. 

'Oh Goddamn that's deep!" Megan gasped out.

Leaning over Megan lowered herself over me so her tits were hanging in my face. As I eagerly sucked her right nipple into my mouth Megan began sliding back and forth on my cock working it in and out of her hot wet pussy. I grabbed her hips and started helping her rock back and forth. Megan pulled her tit from my mouth and replaced it with her lips. I moved my hands from her hips to around her waist hugging her down on top of me, as I did Megan slid her arms underneath mine so she was right on top of me.

I moaned into her mouth at how incredible it felt. Megan was very slowly lifting her hips up and down barely fucking me and her hard nipples were pressed into my chest. Megan slid her mouth from mine and began kissing my neck, I turned my head to let her get more of it and found my face buried in her wet hair. I couldn't believe how good it felt being this close to my sister. 

My hands began to slide up and down her back enjoying her smooth skin and the tight muscles of her back. Megan pushed up and sat straight up sending my cock even deeper into her.

"Ohhh yesss!" She groaned as she started bouncing up and down impaling herself on her brothers cock.

Megan leaned backwards bracing her hands by grabbing my ankles and started pushing herself back and forth sliding me in and out her smooth pink pussy. I reached down and putting my thumb on her swollen clit pushed down and began to move it in slow circles.

"Oh yeah little brother, look at you taking care of your big sister." Megan groaned.

As I reached up with my other hand and started playing with her left nipple Megan started rocking back and forth faster and harder. I sped up my thumb and Megan let out a soft whimper as I felt her thighs start to shake against mine. Megan had tossed her head back and once again I admired my sisters amazing body, everything from her long perfect legs wrapped around me, to those perfectly shaped tits to the smooth creamy skin of her neck.

Megan started bucking her hips even harder and balancing herself on one arm started playing with her other nipple. Megan arched her back even more and started letting out sharp little gasps of pleasure.

"Oh Oh Oh right there Mark oh yeah little brother, just like that!"

Feeling her right on the edge I twisted her nipple hard and with long loud squeal Megan through her head back and started grinding her hips wildly onto my cock. I continued playing with her clit as she started bouncing up and down and yelping even louder. I moaned myself as I felt my sister's pussy contracting around my throbbing prick.

With one last whimper Megan let herself come forward to once more lie on my chest.

"Oh little brother you made your sister come damn hard!" She breathed in my ear. Then pushing herself up to look at me smiled and asked;

"How do you want your sister Mark?"

My answer was to grab her hips and with a wrench of my shoulders flip her off of me and onto her back. 

"Oh you do want to take you sister don't you?" Megan laughed.

I rolled over on top of her and lifting her legs onto my shoulders leaned forward bending her legs up and back until her ankles were all but behind her ears. Once in that position I drove my huge prick straight down into my sisters steaming pussy.

"Oh fuck yeah!!!" Megan cried out.

"So much for easy I thought as I started pounding my cock in as hard as I could. Megan was yelping with every thrust and it egged me on to go even harder.

"Oh you bad boy! You love to give it to me hard don't you?"

My answer was to push forward even more bending Megan even further back, pulling her ass off the bed and getting my cock to penetrate even deeper into that amazing pussy, my favorite pussy; my first pussy. As I fucked the shit out of my sister I could feel the last of the rush of earlier building up through my body. My shoulders and biceps tightened up as did my chest, all of my muscles straining to fuck her even harder.

"Oh my fucking god!!" Megan cried out. "Oh that's right Mark take your sister, take what you need go ahead you let your big sister have it! That's just how this nasty girl needs it!!"

I reared back and started using everything I had in my hips driving into Megan so hard she was being pushed down into the mattress only to bounce back up again into my enormous prick. I gasped as I felt myself getting ready to cum.

"Oh yeah Mark you cum for me, you cum all over your nasty big sister!"

Megan grabbed her tits and held them up for me. I gave her a couple of more savage pumps then whipping my cock and grabbed it at the base squeezing it hard and after leaning over let it go to spray a huge shot of cum across my sisters perky little tits. The second spurt hit over her tit and Megan leaned her head up mouth open. I gave her what she wanted aiming my cock higher and giving her another huge squirt directly in her mouth, I whimpered as I stroked my cock and continues to paint my sisters tits and face with my cum.

After one last squirt that hit Megan's stomach. I all but fell onto the bed on my side next to her. Megan let out a groan herself as she straightened her legs out.

"Oh damn did you fuck me hard." She said.

Megan reached down and grabbing my shirt used it to wipe the cum off of her face and tits. Tossing the shirt back on the floor she rolled over onto her side to and after kissing me asked;

"Did you need that little brother?"

"I need you." I told her softly then added; "I would never hurt you sis ever."

"I know baby," Megan said gently caressing my cheek.

I smiled at that. I had never came out and said it but I loved when she called me that. I sighed and closed my eyes as Megan continued to caress my cheek. Suddenly I was exhausted; the events of the night finally catching up with me.

"Tired little brother?"

"Oh yeah." 

I could have fallen asleep right then but had to light the candles. I got up and smiled down at Megan who was stretching. Her long supple body looked amazing especially her ivory skin on my black sheets.

"Damn you look good in my bed sis." I told her.

"I'd look even better if you were next to me." She said smiling back.

"Be right there." 

I lit the candles then it hit me that I had never put the money away. I went into the bathroom and grabbing the cash from my jeans decided to do as Megan did and toss the bloodstained clothes. I came back into the bedroom and put the cash in the night stand drawer with this month's rent and shutting it climbed gratefully climbed into bed next to my sister.

Megan had rolled onto her side again which was usually a sign she wasn't ready to sleep yet. I lied on my side to face her and found my eyes instantly gravitating towards her tits.

"Mark?"

"Yeah sis?"

I looked up to see she had a serious expression on her face.

"Mark you scared me tonight."

"Yeah I know I...

"Mark seriously you couldn't see yourself, I mean you really were like an animal. I'm worried about you."

"Megan three guys said they were going to gang rape my sister. I mean that's a little extreme sis, hell if I got like that because someone cut me off on the highway that would be a problem." I shrugged. "Guess I did get a little out of control with Carson but..."




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 02



"That's the point Mark," Megan said quietly. "You were in total control Mark and you know it. Little brother it is not normal to be able to do that to someone."

"Look sis that was a message, if I didn't do something that nuts they would have kept coming." I smirked; "You don't get a second chance at a first impression."

"Mark don't joke." She looked me in the eye and said; "Mark I want you to get help."

"What?" 

"Go and get some counseling Mark, I mean maybe you need some medication. I mean your always high strung you never slow down and your temper I mean..."

"I am not taking anything Megan I'm fine." I told her.

Ten minutes ago I could have fallen asleep now she was pissing me off.

"Mark please look just you know do it for me."

Seeing my opening I asked;

"Oh yeah? You want me to get help sis? Okay hell I'll go down to Kodak tomorrow but you know what? You're coming with me."

Megan shrugged.

"Sure if you want me to talk to someone with you..."

"No Megan you're coming down there to talk to them about you."

"Me?" Megan asked her eyes widening.

"Yes you sis."

"I'm doing fine Mark."

"It's been a week Megan, and you know damn well you'll go back."

"No Mark really this time..."

"Enough, sis." I said raising my voice. "You've been doing this for over a year now. A few weeks okay then a couple of months of drugs. You need help sis."

"Little brother please I can stop when I want to I just..."

"No Megan you can't." I took a deep breath and dropped the bomb. "Look sis I went down there the other day, they have a thirty day inpatient clinic and the state pays for it Megan you..."

"Thiry days?" Megan sat up her eyes all but bugging out of her head. "Mark, I can't do that!"

"Yes you can."

"No I can't Mark, I won't be able to sleep and if I do I'll have nightmares and..."

"They'll give you things for sleep sis. Bottom line it's about the coke sis you..."

"Mark I..."

"Megan for Christ's sake you were almost raped tonight and it was over drugs." I sat up as well. "Megan you stole from a dealer because you needed it so bad and that was after you..." I swallowed and finished. "Fucked him Megan you fucked Carson for a fix." 

"Mark please don't say that." Megan said as her eyes filled up.

"Megan you did it. I mean you don't see the problem? Last year you were all but afraid to have sex, now if you're flying you'll fuck anyone."

"I'm not a whore Mark."

"No sis your an addict and tomorrow you come with me to get help."

Megan was shaking her head.

"I don't want to I..."

"Megan it's not just you. I could have been the one that got hurt tonight. I'll always help Megan but know what? Don't complain about what I did tonight because if you didn't get into the mess I wouldn't have. You got me getting in fights and a heartbroken mother so you're getting your ass there tomorrow for me and your parents." I stopped and taking a breath reached out and took her hand.

"Megan its thirty days to help the rest of your life. Come on sis please? For me."

Megan looked at me and I could see her mind racing. Finally she said quietly;

"I'll tell you what Mark, I'll go with you tomorrow and we'll talk to them and they can tell me how it works and I'll see okay?"

"But you'll at least go and really listen?" I asked. It was better than nothing.

Megan nodded;

"I promise Mark." She sighed. "You're going to talk to someone too."

"Promise." I told her.

"Okay," Megan got up out of bed. "I'm going to the bathroom and grab a coke want something to drink?"

"Can you grab me some Gatorade?"

"Sure," She leaned over and kissed me. "You look good in your bed too you know."

I lied back and sighed, maybe she would listen maybe she wouldn't but at least I was going to get her to try. I closed my eyes then opened them as I heard Megan come back into the bedroom carrying a can of coke and a glass of Gatorade. She handed me the glass and I chugged it down. Megan took my glass and after putting it on the nightstand with hers lied down on her side next to me. I slid up behind her until her back against my chest and wrapping my arm around her waist nestled my face into her neck and after kissing her whispered;

"Sweet dreams my sister."

"Good night my beautiful little brother." A moment later she whispered;

"Mark?"

"Hmmm?" I had just about been asleep, damn I was tired.

"I love you little brother, never forget that okay? That your big sister loves you?"

"Love you to sis." I said quietly already feeling myself slip down into sleep.

I woke up in the same position I had fallen asleep in but Megan wasn't next to me. Damn I must have been out she would have had to move my arm to get out and I never slept through that. I rolled over on my back and stretched; as I did I looked at the clock on the nightstand. I blinked my eyes at it to make sure I was seeing it right; it was ten am. I never slept this late I...

Something was wrong I quickly jumped out of bed.

"Hey sis?" I called.

I could see she wasn't in the living room, but the bathroom door was shut. I walked over and knocked.

"Megan?" There was no answer. With a sick feeling in my stomach I opened the door.

The sink and medicine cabinet were facing me. Written on the mirror in lipstick was;

"I am so sorry little brother but I just can't not even for you."

My eyes trailed down to the sink and saw three open sleeping caplets on the sink. My sister had drugged me so she could leave. Feeling as if I were in a bad dream I walked back into the bedroom, as I did I opened the bureau drawer where she was keeping some of her clothes; it was empty. I sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed at my eyes I still felt groggy I looked up into the mirror over the dresser and froze at what I saw in the reflection.

Quickly I got off the bed and turned around; the nightstand drawer was open.

"No she didn't." I whispered.

I reached the drawer and looked inside; it was empty, eight hundred dollars; two months of my rent; the first of which was due in three days. I put my head in my hands still unable to believe she had done this to me. I felt a wave of sadness go through me. My sister was gone, and not just gone as in up to new York or where ever the hell she went but gone as in she wasn't Megan anymore, Megan would never had done this to me. I had no parents except for Doug and Denise who had only taken me in because of Megan, I had no real friends, and all women were to me was sex and that's all I was to them. My sister was all I had and now she was gone. For the first time since those dark days with Max I felt completely alone.

"Don't worry Mark you'll never be completely alone. You'll always have me!"



Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 03



Note from the Author:

This 3rd chapter features parts 4 and 5 of Lex talionis. There is no violence in this chapter just sex and incest. For those of you who e-mailed me taking offense to the violence in the last chapter I did put the warning in the authors note. Part 4 features Mark's first encounter with Max enjoy.

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Part 3 A fateful encounter.

"It's time to go Mark."

I looked up from the spider man comic book I had been looking at to see a tall older woman with blonde hair looking down at me. When she saw me looking she smiled and put her hand out. I looked past her and around the room trying to find Megan. The room was big with some chairs along the wall like the one I was sitting in and a really big desk in the middle with a big fat guy sitting behind it. I had no idea what the room was for and where it was, Mom hadn't said much in the car on the way over. 

I thought maybe it was supposed to be a nice place because mom had helped me get dressed in my best pants and that white shirt with the buttons that I hated. Megan was dressed up too in the pretty red dress that had been in a bag of clothes someone had given mom for us. I sat in the back seat with Megan who seemed nervous so I held her hand. She looked down at me and gave me a big smile. I laughed at her because one of her front teeth was missing, she told me I wasn't being very nice, but still held my hand.

Mom parked and we got out and went into a huge building and took an elevator way up and, after we got out, came to the room where mom told me to sit. Then, for some reason, took Megan with her and had her sit across from me. There were a couple of women in the office besides the fat guy and one of them gave me the comic book to look at. The women and the guy all talked to mom, I really wasn't sure what they were saying, but I did hear my name and my sister's. 

After awhile mom stood up and, after hugging and kissing Megan, came over and, leaning over, hugged me tight and whispered in my ear;

"Mommy has to go Mark, you're going to stay with some nice people for a little while okay?"

"Ummm okay," I said. "Meg too right?" 

Mom didn't answer instead she kissed my cheek said; "Mommy loves you Mark." And left, it looked like she was getting ready to cry but I wasn't sure. 

"Mark?"

The woman reached down and, taking my hand, gave a little tug. I got up from the chair and let her lead me over to Megan, who was standing with another woman.

"Give Megan a kiss good bye Mark."

I looked at her wanting to ask why, but I didn't know her and didn't want to talk. I guess the woman knew what I was going to say though because she told me; 

"You're going to stay with some nice people, but they don't have a lot of room, so your sister is going with some other nice people for now, but you'll see her real soon okay?"

Megan came over and hugged me tight and I hugged her back, when the woman tried to pull me away I held on and so did Megan. The woman behind me succeeded in pulling us apart and as she led me away I heard my sister call my name and start crying. I turned to see her being led away and started crying too. The woman opened the door and started to pull me through, I saw Megan still looking at me, I was scared and wanted to be with her I yelled out to her;

"Megan!!"

The woman was closing the door on me, I couldn't see my sister anymore.

"Megan!!!!" I sat up screaming.

"Megan..." 

I stopped myself before I yelled again and leaned back against the headboard gasping. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was sweating despite the coolness of the room. I looked around trying to get my bearings and remembered that I was at Cynthia's, her roommate was out with her boyfriend and Cynthia had the air conditioner so we had come here last night.

"Jesus Mark! Are you okay?" Cynthia asked sitting up next to me.

Finally feeling my heart and breathing begin to slow down I looked over to Cynthia, who was white as a ghost. I must have really been screaming. I didn't answer right away, and Cynthia reached up and gently touched the side of my face.

"Mark?"

I found myself leaning my face into her hand, glad for her touch. Cynthia turned to face me completely and, removing her hand from my face, put her arms out and said softly;

"Come here Mark."

I hesitated. I was supposed to be in control of Cynthia, she was a plaything not a girlfriend and I had already had a weak moment in front of her and shouldn't let her get close. On the other hand her outstretched arms, looked very inviting, especially because she was topless; her big round tits were at face level and her nipples erect from the chill in the room. I found my eyes leaving those nipples however to focus on her face. Cynthia looked worried and, well she looked like she cared.

"Oh please Mark, what are you five? Just suck on her tits and fuck her." 

I leaned in and, placing my head between her tits, turned so the side of my face was against her chest. Cynthia put her arms around my shoulders and started stroking my hair. I put my arms around her waist and hugged her back.

"Awww how sweet! I'm leaving before I fucking heave!"

"You okay Mark?"

As good as she felt I did pull back at that point. I didn't give a rats ass what the voice thought, but didn't want to look like that big of a baby. Cynthia kept her hands on my shoulders as I did and, putting my right hand over hers, gave it a squeeze.

"Yeah, I'm okay Cyn. I just..." I shrugged.

"You're worried about your sister Mark, that's all."

"Yeah you're probably right." I agreed.

"It's a shame," Cynthia began. "The two of you were always so close."

You don't know the half of it I thought as I nodded. My gaze dropped from Cynthia's face down to her tits. Now that I was feeling a little better...

As if reading my mind, Cynthia leaned her head up and whispered in my ear;

"Why don't you let me help you forget all about it?"

Without waiting for an answer Cynthia turned her head and kissed me. While I returned the kiss my hands slid up from her waist and began fondling her amazing tits, squeezing them and teasing her nipples with my finger tips.

"Hmmm" Cynthia groaned.

"Mmmm Hmmm." I agreed as her hand found my hard cock under the covers and began slowly jerking it. 

Cynthia broke the kiss and, sliding her lips down, started gently sucking on my neck. I let my head loll back and tilted her head to kiss the other side as well. Cynthia turned away from me and tossed the covers off the bed to expose her small hand wrapped tightly around my throbbing prick. With no hesitation Cynthia bent down and, taking just the head of my cock in her mouth, started swirling her tongue around it.

I looked down and smiled at the sight of the Cynthia's long red hair fanned across my chest as her head began slowly bobbing up and down, taking more and more of my huge cock down her throat each time. I took my hand and began to gently caress the smooth tanned skin of her back. Cynthia brought her other hand down between my legs to start rubbing my balls as she blew me. 

"Damn that feels good Cyn." 

I wasn't in the mood for the game right now. Cynthia had been nice to me this morning, hell she was nice to me most of the time and all I usually did was treat her like crap. No, today I would definitely be much nicer to her. I slid my hand down the soft curve of Cynthia's full round ass and gave it a squeeze. Shifting over to the middle I slid my hand down between her cheeks, spreading her ass and allowing me to dip two fingers into her very wet pussy. 

Cynthia whimpered around my cock while continuing to work it with not only her mouth but both hands as well. Cynthia wasn't moving teasingly slow but wasn't going all that fast either and it felt incredible. After pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy I pulled them out then pushed them down the length of her pussy, sliding them though her wet lips, finding and lingering on her swollen clit. Cynthia moaned louder and started moving her hips into my hand.

I caught her clit and began gently rolling it between my fingertips. Cynthia's hips started moving quicker and she also began sucking my cock harder and faster. I let out a moan of my own as, between her fondling my balls and her jerking and blowing my cock, I could feel myself starting to get close. Taking my other hand I slid it under Cynthia's arm and, catching her nipple, started twisting it in the same slow rhythm that I was using on her clit.

Cynthia began moaning louder and louder around my cock, her ass grinding in slow circles as my fingers sped up on her clit. I was working her faster because I could feel my legs start to shake and knew I wasn't going to last more than another couple of minutes. Noticing my legs shaking Cynthia picked up the pace with her mouth as well as her hands. I moaned loudly as she now began taking my cock all the way down to the base of my shaft and was now just lightly tickling my balls with her long fingernails.

"Oh, yeah Cyn," I panted. "Oh yeah just like that, ohhh don't stop!" 

I normally never made much noise with her, as I wouldn't want her to think she was any good, but this was one hell of a blow job she was giving me. My moaning was enough to put Cynthia over the edge. Cynthia's legs straightened out, trapping my hand between her thighs and with a long squeal around my cock Cynthia came hard, bucking her hips back and forth and grinding her thighs together. The entire time she was cumming Cynthia never slowed down on my cock and just as her orgasm was winding down I let out a long moan of my own as my cock exploded in Cynthia's soft wet mouth. 

Cynthia stopped sucking and, holding her head still, started jerking me off hard, sending spurt after spurt of my hot cum down her throat. I slipped my fingers from her clit and dipped them back into her pussy pumping them back and forth as I emptied my balls into her mouth. With a groan I felt the last of my cum trickle into her mouth, and Cynthia pulled it from her lips with a loud smacking sound.

Cynthia sat up and turning to look at me smiled and gave me a kiss.

"Feel better lover?" She asked me.

"I'll feel better after I fuck you." I told her.

Sliding down from my sitting position I pushed her over onto her back and, rolling over on top of her, crawled down the bed until I was between her thighs and, immediately fastening my lips to her clit, began sucking it in and out of my mouth.

"Oh, oh goddamn!" Cynthia moaned.

I slipped my fingers back into her pussy and, getting my other hand involved, shoved one deep into her ass. Cynthia squealed and moaned as I worked my fingers in and out of both her holes while swirling my tongue around her clit. As I worked her pussy Cynthia bent her legs and placed her small soft feet on top of my shoulders. I let out a low moan as she did. Although Cynthia didn't know it I had a hell of a foot fetish and loved the feel of her toes curling into my shoulders.

I was also very much enjoying the scent of Cynthia's pussy, we had fucked twice last night and she had just cum, minutes ago, leaving her pussy with the musky aroma of our sex. I sucked Cynthia's clit hard into my mouth flicking my tongue across it as I did. 

"Ohhhh Mark, ohhhh honey that is soooo nice."

For some reason her calling me honey sounded good and I began sucking her clit rapidly in and out of my mouth, eager for her to cum for the second time in five minutes so I could fuck the shit out if her pretty little pussy. Right on cue Cynthia's hips started rocking back and forth and she reached down to start running her fingers through my hair.

"Yes Mark! Oh yes, oh right there!" 

Cynthia pushed her feet against my shoulders, lifting her ass off the bed and allowing me to plunge my fingers even deeper inside of her. Cynthia's fingers went from stroking my hair to grabbing a handful of it and holding my head still as, with one more pump of her hips into my face(,) she let out an adorable high pitched whimper and began to cum. 

I held my lips to her clit, continuing to lick and suck as Cynthia squealed and writhed in pleasure. I moaned myself as I felt her pussy, as well as her ass muscles, contract around my fingers. Cynthia arched her back even more and with one more convulsion of her hips that sent her pussy gushing into my face, collapsed back onto the bed gasping.

"Oh my god I came harder than the first time." She managed to breathe out.

Keeping her feet up on my shoulders I rose to my knees and, grabbing Cynthia around the thighs, pulled her to me and slowly slid the length of my rock hard cock into her soaking wet pussy. As Cynthia moaned in pleasure I started slowly fucking her, working my cock all the way out to the tip then pushing it back in. Cynthia was so wet that at every time I pulled my cock out it was accompanied by a wet slurping sound.

"Oh Mark, damn that feels good!" 

As I slowly fucked her, I found myself enjoying the look on her face; Cynthia had her head back and her eyes closed, her full lips parted and soft sighs of pleasure coming from those lips with every slow stroke. Turning my head I noticed Cynthia's pretty little foot only inches from my face. Unable to resist I grabbed her ankle and, bringing her foot to my lips, started kissing the tips of her toes. Cynthia giggled and opening her eyes said;

"That feels funny." She was smiling as she said it and I found myself smiling back.

Taking her other foot I repeated the kisses, when I had kissed them all I went back to her big toe and, sucking it into my mouth, began swirling my tongue around it.

"Ohhh that feels..." She hesitated. "That feels good."

I worked each of her toes into my mouth then went back to her other foot, as I sucked on her toes I felt myself getting even harder and began fucking her faster. Finished with her toes I grabbed Cynthia's ankles and, spreading her legs wide, started fucking her harder and deeper. I had gone slow long enough. Apparently Cynthia didn't mind as she let out a loud squeal as my huge dick began pounding into her pussy so hard our skin was making sharp slapping noises with every thrust.

"Oh fuck yeah Mark!!" She cried out. "Oh yeah just fuck me!!"

Pays to be nice once in awhile I thought as I gave her what she wanted; lifting her up by the ankles so that her ass lifted off the bed, allowing my cock to penetrate even deeper into her hot wet pussy. Cynthia moaned and, reaching down, grabbed the base of my cock and started jerking it off as I fucked her. I gasped as she did and began fucking her even harder. 

Cynthia was yelping every time I drove my cock in, her fantastic tits were sliding back and forth as I fucked the shit out of her. As I looked down at her, Cynthia emitted a long moan, and her eyes rolled back in her head. A moment later I felt her pussy contracting around my cock and I realized she was cumming again just from me fucking her. The look of ecstasy on her face coupled with the feeling of her incredible pussy pulsating around my cock, made me want to cum with her.

I pulled my hips all the way back and started hammering into her as fast as I could. Cynthia let out a long wail of pleasure as I assaulted her still cumming pussy and within a few more hard pumps, I gasped and, whipping my cock out, sprayed my hot load all over Cynthia's soft tanned stomach.

"Oh damn," I panted as I continued to jerk my cock, sending a couple of more long spurts of cum that splattered on the inside of Cynthia's thigh.

When I was finished I turned and lied down on my back next to her trying to catch my breath. We were quiet for a few minutes, both of us trying to recover from the power of our orgasms. 

"Damn I needed that." I said quietly.

"Glad I could help." Cynthia said laughing. "Cause you know, I got nothing from that!"

Cynthia sat up and after wiping my cum off of her stomach with a towel that had been on the chair next to the bed stood up and, leaning over me, said;

"Listen Mark I don't have to go to my summer class for a couple more hours but I have to finish up a paper."

"Oh, okay." I said starting to sit up to leave but Cynthia put her hand on my chest and continued;

"Mark, you haven't been sleeping, but you look pretty relaxed right now. Why don't you stay here and close your eyes, I'll come get you before I'm going to leave, how's that sound?"

I had to say that sounded pretty damn good, it had been a long week and, if I was lucky, I was getting maybe three hours a night. I did feel pretty damn relaxed right now as well, that really had been what I had needed.

"Okay." I said. "I'll try to sleep."

"Good." Cynthia said smiling. Reaching down Cynthia pulled the sheet up to my waist, and even slid another pillow under my head. Leaning over she kissed me; Cynthia had been going for a quick peck, but I held her lips with my own and, wrapping my arm around her neck, pulled her close to me, giving her a hug as we kissed. When we stopped I whispered in her ear;

"Thanks Cyn, I... I really needed that." I hesitated then kissing her quickly again added; "And this."

"Oh Mark, you romantic, you!"

To my surprise Cynthia blushed, but she was smiling and her blue eyes were practically beaming. Shaking her head she said;

"You know Mark; I'll never figure you out. Sometimes I swear you're like two completely different people."

"Nah, just one really fucked up one!"

When Cynthia left I closed my eyes and began breathing slowly and steadily. The adrenalin rush from the nightmare, and our short but amazing sex session had worn off, and I could feel sleep at the edge of my consciousness, right there but not quite, like a lover's teasing caress. Rather than focus on the thought of sleep I let the events of the last week drift though my mind. Normally I was never one to beat a dead horse and refused to dwell on things, but lately it seemed like it took too much energy to fight them back, so maybe I would let it take its course.

I did however take a moment to picture the attic, which was pretty cluttered right now, with a jumble of thoughts and emotions all over the floor, and, grabbing a hold of that terrible vision from my past, wrestled it into the room of pain, slamming the door shut before it, or anything else for that matter, slipped back out. It would be ten years before I would see my sister again.

"Knowing her these days it could be another ten." The Voice began. "I mean who the ... hey!!"

The Voice cried out as, gathering my will, I envisioned it trapped back in its room. I had done this so quickly and with so much conviction that the voice was caught off guard and I succeeded in closing the door to its room. I felt around in my awareness and sighed as it seemed to work. Something told me it could get out just as easily, but maybe it would take the hint and stay quiet for a while. Maybe it would realize that part of the reason I couldn't sleep was its incessant yapping. 

I rolled over onto my side and smiled as I buried my face into Cynthia's pillow. Ever since that night a few weeks ago that I had commented on it, Cynthia had been using strawberry scented shampoo. Of course the smile faded as it ultimately reminded me of my sister. Or more appropriately the sister I used to know. Megan had betrayed me, there was no other word for it. She had lied to me, dragged me into a dangerous situation, drugged me, and as a final farewell stole from me. 

In the last year my sister had broken my heart many times, but by hurting herself and others around her. This time however she had broken our trust. Five years ago when fate had brought us back together again we had vowed to always love and take care of each other, that nothing would ever come between us. My sister had broken that vow, allowing her weakness to finally overcome even her love for me. On top of that, a broken heart was far from the only thing my sister(')s disappearing act had left me to deal with.




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 03



That (ˇ)Saturday night I had been in the back at Mitch's when Cynthia came in to tell me someone was there for me. I came out to find Carson's brother Keith sitting at the bar. The bar was slow so I told Cynthia to go into the back and take inventory while I talked to Keith. I didn't want her out there in case things got nasty. Looking at Keith nasty was exactly what I had been prepared for. Keith was five years older than Carson, and also about forty pounds heavier, with a build that rivaled my own.

Keith had been a Navy Seal, and had been dishonorably discharged for beating the shit out of a superior officer. I knew he had a black belt in Ju Jitsu as well as a mean streak a mile wide. Keith was alone and, as I sized him up, I noticed him doing the same to me. I walked up to him, and with no beating around the bush, Keith asked me why exactly it was that he had an envelope full of his brother's teeth in his pocket. 

The Voice had whispered to just tell Keith the truth. Taking its advice I told Keith that yes Megan had stolen from Carson, but I had shown up with some money and to make an arrangement. Carson didn't want to hear it and he and Malcolm told me how much they would enjoy fucking my sister. I warned them, but they started and I finished. I told Keith point blank that no one fucked with my sister and I decided to give Carson something to remember me by.

Keith had listened quietly then to my surprise, although the voice did give me an "I told you so", Keith told me that he had thought about it and decided that two wrongs didn't make a right. Megan should have never taken from him, on the other hand Keith explained how he had been trying to tell Carson for years that he couldn't act like a thug and that sooner or later someone would put him in his place. At that point I couldn't resist saying;

"Takers take until their taken."

Keith surprised me again by smirking and nodding in agreement. Keith then told me that whether I wanted to believe it or not, if Carson had hurt Megan he would have beaten him himself. Not just because he didn't think it was right, but because rape charges had a tendency to bring a lot of police around. Sensing that the Voice had indeed somehow been right and that this looked like it was going to end here without trouble I told Keith that I would still try to pay Megan's debt. 

Keith said to forget the money, and on top of that would warn his people that the next person who sold to my sister would deal with him. At that point however Keith did look me in the eye and say by the same token if I went near his brother again I would be dealing with him. I felt that familiar hot feeling of rage begin to rise up within me, and was ready to ask Keith if he wanted to go right now, that I could tear him apart as quickly as I did his brother. 

I was stopped by the Voice saying softly;

"We got away with one Mark, he's giving us an out, but still has to send a warning to save face, just go along with him and not only is it over, but we may need him someday. Friends close, enemies closer."

I told Keith that was fine with me, that I didn't need any trouble, and was just trying to help my sister, things had just gotten out of hand. Keith said as far as he was concerned it was over. Then with a smile handed me a card with his pager number, and said to give him a call if I ever wanted to make some real money. Clapping me hard on the shoulder he told me I would make one hell of a street enforcer. I told him thanks but no thanks and, after I gave him a beer and a shot on the house, Keith left. 

How the hell did you know that's how it would work out? I asked the Voice.

"I told you before Mark, I'm the smarter, stronger part of us, I don't get caught up in anything, but what needs to be done. What we did to Carson scared Keith make no bones about it. He's better off with us than against us." It laughed. "The fact he can't stand his brother didn't hurt either." 

Knowing I wouldn't have to contend with Keith was huge weight off my mind. The fact that he had even thrown in that his guys would stay away from Megan was an added bonus, that is if she ever came back. With Keith taken care of this left me with only one other immediate concern, but it was a big one; the rent was do in a week and I had nothing. Mitch would probably let me slide, but I didn't make a lot of money at the bar. As far as Robin went I couldn't always count on her, I mean I usually saw her once a week and she almost always paid me something. The joke she had made about books however was true, my scholarship didn't cover them and they weren't cheap. The reason I had worked so hard on getting a month ahead on my rent in the first place was that September was only a month away and I was taking on a full course load. Robin would certainly be of no help right now as she was attending a conference in LA all week.

Doug and Denise had always told me that if I ever needed help to always come to them, but Doug and I had argued the last few times out and I didn't want to look like a hypocrite. I also didn't want to look irresponsible, as I'm sure if I showed up and said I needed help with the rent that Doug would be quick to point out my brand new three hundred dollar tattoo. I certainly would never tell them the truth; that Megan had stolen from me as she had from them.

There was always Alex I suppose. Alex's father owned Orion Electronics, the company that had given me my scholarship. Alex was about seven years older than me and had been the one to come and see me about the scholarship and had picked me out of the three candidates. Since then Alex and I had become friends, probably the only real one I had. Alex's family was worth several million dollars and he had been raised with a silver spoon in his mouth; the type of person I usually hated, but Alex seemed pretty down to earth and genuinely liked me.

Alex was a good looking guy who, like myself, worked out like a maniac and we usually went to the gym together a couple of times a week. An amateur boxer in college Alex also like to mix it up with me in the ring, with the one rule that I couldn't use any kicks and had given me some pretty good fights. The biggest thing we had in common however was women. Alex was a pure lady killer, who oozed charm as well as money, of course always dressing the part. I, on the otherhand, went with the "bad boy" approach and was not without some charisma of my own. The two of us would hit the clubs, pick a girl and see who could pick her up first. I smiled at the thought of how a couple of weeks ago there was a little blonde slut named Ashley who couldn't make up her mind so she let us tag team her. My smile broadened as that night also put to bed the endless argument of who was better hung. 

The only problem with that, well there were two; one Alex was currently in New York on business and wasn't coming back for a couple of more weeks, and two; I just hated to borrow. Alex had always made it clear that he had a lot of respect for me, and to never feel bad if I needed anything. Like myself Alex didn't have much in the way of friends, not real ones anyways as his money kept plenty of people around him, and he was happy to help. The fact that he did respect me made me all the more hesitant to ask.

No Alex wasn't an option, neither was Doug, and if Mitch did let me go then I would be paying late for a few months before I could catch up. Finally as I sat there stewing it occurred to me that I could always try hustling pool, during my two years working for Mitch, I had become a pretty damn good player, playing alone when the bar was closed and learning from the old timers when we were slow. Here and there I would play with some of the frat boys or bikers and win a few dollars. A couple of times I had even gone to some of the other bars just to see how good I was and would usually come out on top.

The only problem was most of the people I would hustle were the college kids who were playing with Daddy's money and were too dumb to quit. It was the end of July and most of the kids had gone back home. There were a couple of billiards clubs around, but there was no guarantee I could win in those places as there were some real pro's there. On that note I went over to my closet and pulled down the case that contained my two hundred dollar Black McDermott pool cue and, checking one of the pockets, found the fifty dollar bill I kept there. It wasn't much but it gave me a stake. 

I didn't bother trying on Monday or Tuesday, most people got paid midweek or later and were broke by then. On Wednesday I hit JK Social Club and walked out with a hundred and twenty dollars. I added another seventy five that night at KC's Tap, which gave me half of the four hundred I needed. Yesterday had started off great with me running into a kid who had more money than skill down at Rick's pub and didn't quit until his girlfriend took his cue away from him, but by then I had a hundred and fifty of his money.

I was feeling damn good at that point until I went to Corinna's Pub and lost seventy five to a tall blond in her thirties who further humiliated me by rolling her eyes at me, when I offered to get my money back in other ways, and telling me to come back in a few years when I could handle the ride. I grabbed a quick fifty back at Tommy's lounge late last night, but at that point I was still down seventy five dollars and out of places to go.

I went back to Mitch's to help Cynthia close and, while I was there, hung around the pool table seeing if anyone there would be dumb enough to play me. No one would but one of the bikers told me that he heard there were some guys who played for money at the Green bar in Olnyville. I frowned a little at that; not that I was afraid to go anywhere as I could more than handle myself, but Olnyville was pretty much the armpit of Rhode Island and any bar there made Mitch's look like a country club. 

There was also quite a bit of trouble in the bars around there. The crowd tended to consist of out of work middle age blue collar types, who liked to take their frustration with their pathetic lives out on the equally pathetic loser next to them. I had never really hung around that part of Providence so they wouldn't know me there, which would work to my advantage, only problem was that the type of crowd that hung there really wasn't the kind that liked new faces, never mind young pretty ones. In the end however I was a day away from the rent being due and out of options. 

I must have eventually drifted off to sleep as Cynthia woke me up by kissing me on the cheek. I opened my eyes and saw with some disappointment that she was dressed for school. Despite the wild sex we had just had not more than an hour ago I could definitely go for more. Hell when didn't I want it?

"I have to get going Mark. Do you want to stay and sleep? Sherry's home."

"No," I said forcing myself to sit up. "I have to get going."

I got up and got dressed, figuring I would just shower after the gym. Cynthia watched me, her eyes lingering on my cock, and I knew if I really wanted to I could make her late, but she was teaching this course for extra credit and I didn't want to mess it up for her. When I finished dressing we walked out together, which I knew Cynthia got a kick out of because her roommate Sherry, who all but drooled over me when she came to the bar, was sitting on the couch and saw us leave. 

I made Cynthia happy by having my arm around her as we left and giving her a long kiss in front of the window knowing damn well Sherry would be watching. Cynthia asked me if she could come up to my place tonight, and I found myself hesitating. We had spent three nights together this week already and I really didn't want her to start thinking we were more, but she had felt damn good this morning. I told her that I would like that but with a wink added;

"Don't always expect me to be so nice."

"Yes sir." Cynthia answered putting her head down and pouting at me.

I arrived at the Green Bar at two o'clock and, after getting out of my car, leaned against it and smoked a cigarette while I watched the front to see the kind of people going in and out. No one did either, as I sat there and I found myself hoping there was some action to be had inside. I was wearing faded jeans and a white tank top that showed off my tattoos and the arms beneath them. I hadn't shaved in a couple of days, so at least I didn't look too pretty at the moment. I was also wearing the black motorcycle boots with the steel tips; between the tips and the power in my legs I could pretty much break any bone in the human body with one kick. 

Putting the cigarette out I slung my pool stick over my shoulder and, crossing the street, walked up to the faded peeling green door where I paused. I narrowed my eyes as I felt an odd chill go through me, the hairs on my neck were standing and I quickly turned around expecting to see someone staring at me. There was no one there that I could see. Closing my eyes I cocked my head and felt around inside my head, if The Voice was there it was laying low. I took one more quick look around then, shrugging the feeling off to not enough sleep, walked into the bar.

The inside of the Green Bar was poorly lit, which was probably on purpose, to try to cover up the fact that the bar was just as dingy on the inside as the outside. The bar had that distinctly sleazy aura about it that, for whatever reason, part of me always enjoyed, maybe because it reminded me of the movies. A cloud of cigarette smoke was visible in the light that the open door had let in, and the place reeked of it as well as spilled beer, and someone or someone's definitely needed a shower. 

Once I closed the door behind me I took a couple of steps in then, as I always did the first time I came to a place like this, studied the layout. The bar was decent size with a few small tables scattered about and the bar running the length of the back wall facing the door. There was a jukebox in the left hand corner and the pool table was up on a raised platform towards the back on the right. Over the table was a set of bright fluorescent lights making it the only corner of the bar that you could see clearly. That also told me that there were guys who took their games seriously. There was a doorway that led to a small corridor with a hand written sign that said "the John" near the pool table, and there was also a small door behind the bar that I'm sure opened to a backroom like Mitch's. 

I walked in and headed towards the corner of the bar near the pool table. There were three men sitting at one of the tables to my left playing cards and a few at the other end of the bar. There were two guys currently playing pool; one a thin guy with a pony tail was shooting, the other had his back to the table using the pay phone. As I kept walking towards the bar I couldn't help but notice how big the guy on the phone was. 

The platform made it hard to judge height, but he was standing in the doorway that led to the men's room and his shoulders practically filled the frame. There were two older, nasty looking bar skanks sitting at the table near the pool table that looked up as I passed and both of whom flashed me what they probably thought was an engaging smile.

"Christ, I wouldn't fuck them with Alex's dick!" 

I rolled my eyes, but now at least knew why I'd had that weird feeling at the door; the voice had been lurking around and, playing hide and seek, for whatever reason.

As I walked through to the bar everyone turned to look at me. As I always did I walked slowly and confidently, my head up, looking around as if I owned the place. At 5'10" I wasn't that tall, but at one hundred eighty pounds of rock solid muscle and my enormous bad ass tattoos, along with my swagger, I certainly gave the air as someone you just didn't want to fuck with. 

I reached the bar and noticed most of the people were still looking at me. The bartender was at the other end talking to a couple of guys in baseball caps and wife beaters, he turned and looked at me then went back to his talking as if I weren't there. I didn't care, I was there to make a hundred bucks and get out. I would wait a few minutes however and see if the guys playing were going to keep going. If one quit that would be my opening, if they kept going I would just go up and put my money on the table. 

I took a pack of Marlboro's from my pocket and, lighting one, leaned on the bar waiting for the asshole at the other end to decide to come get me a drink.

"Hey honey, can you spare one of those?" 

I turned to see a woman with long unkempt black hair, and dark circles under a pair of bloodshot brown eyes standing next to me eyeing the pack I had tossed on the bar. I shrugged;

"Help yourself." I told her.

"Thanks hon." 

Grabbing the pack she took one out and, after putting it in her mouth, picked up my lighter. I watched as, after flicking the lighter, she tried twice to light it, both times failing as her hands were shaking so badly that she couldn't catch the tip of the cigarette.

"Pathetic." 

"Here." I said and taking the lighter from her flicked it and held it still for her.

"Thanks," She said nodding. "Just a little nervous today you know?"

I nodded and turned away.

"You know honey," She began. "Maybe you could help me out a little more." As she spoke she placed her hand on my forearm and started rubbing it back and forth.

"You see I could use a few dollars to well, you know, get what I need, so maybe I could give you a little something and we'd both make out." 

I looked down at her hand on my arm. I could feel her fingers trembling and the back of her hand looked like that of a woman in her fifties. I looked up at her ready to tell her to fuck off, but stopped. Looking at her I originally thought she was probably at least late forties now I realized she probably wasn't more than early thirties, her lifestyle had aged her badly. I could also tell looking at her ravaged features that she had probably been quite attractive at one time. I found myself wondering sadly if this was going to be my sister in a few years; trolling bars like this, doing anything and anyone for the next hit.

"Her problem not ours." "Sorry hon," I said quietly. "I'm not the kind that pays for it."

"Oh, well I..." She tried to smile seductively at me. "I'm a good time really, you won't be sorry! I live right around the corner and..." She put her head down. "Please?"

I reached into my pocket and pulling out the two hundred I had brought with me put a twenty down in front of her.

"Here, go get something to eat or do whatever you want with it."

She quickly grabbed the money and leaning over kissed me on the cheek.

"Thanks hon!" She paused and looked me up and down. "You sure you don't..."

"Positive," I told her. "Now do me a favor and tell the asshole down there I'd like a drink sometime this week."

The woman smiled again and headed down the other end.

"Why the hell did you do that? Fucking skank's just going to use it for drugs, we needed it!"

Rather than answer, I put my pool case on the bar and started to open it.

"Oh why, because she reminded you of our weak willed sorry excuse of a sister, because..."

You shut the fuck up. I told it. You don't ever fucking talk about Megan like that or I swear I'll go to a shrink and ditch your sorry ass for good.

"Yeah go ahead, maybe they'll put us in the same room as dear old dad. Wouldn't that be fun!"

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm down. I need to play some pool and win some money, arguing with myself wasn't going to get me anywhere. 

"What the fuck kind of shot you call that?!?" 

The voice had come from the pool table to my right, it was deep gravelly and worst of all I knew it!




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 03



"That's fucking Max!!!" The Voice cried out causing a sharp pain to run through my head.

I stood there frozen in shock. It couldn't be! Max had gone to jail then down to Florida, he couldn't be here!

"Your fucking cheating is what your fucking doing you asshole!" 

It was him, there was no doubt about it, I had been hearing that voice in my nightmares for the last eleven years. My stomach twisted as if someone had punched me and my hands(,) which were resting on the case, started to shake.

"Turn around Mark! We have to know for sure!"

I didn't move and realized that I was scared. 

"I said turn the fuck around!!" The Voice yelled, sending another jolt through my head.

"Put that fucking ball behind the line." 

Max's voice came across again as loud as I remembered it and I could feel my knees start to tremble.

 "Get a fucking grip on yourself!" The Voice snapped.

I took a deep breath and turned to face the direction of Max's voice. The man facing me was the guy with the pony tail. The much larger man wearing a white t-shirt, jeans and work boots was facing away, bent over the table shooting. I watched the eight ball go down the length of the table and drop into the corner pocket. 

"That's another $20 you owe me now, rack 'em bitch." 

The man finally turned in my direction to pick up his beer from the small counter near the pool table. 

 "It is him! It's fucking Max!!" 

I took an involuntary step backwards, it was him alright. The first thing I noticed was how fucking big Max was. Over the years I had started to assume that Max seemed so big because I had been a child when he was beating me, and of course things had a tendency to become exaggerated. Now, standing less than a dozen feet from him, I saw that I my dreams had been frighteningly accurate.

Max was huge, easily six four and probably three hundred pounds if he were an ounce. A decent portion of that weight was hanging over his belt, but his shoulders were wide and his arms looked to be the size of my thighs, and although not ripped the way I was, were definitely not all fat. Max also looked as disgusting as I remembered him, his jeans were ripped and his t-shirt soiled. Max was unshaven, his greasy black hair hanging over his fat face that had that permanently red sweaty look I saw in front of me every time I worked the punching bag.

As I watched him lift his beer to his mouth I couldn't help but notice how enormous Max's hands were. I had the sudden visual of one of those hands back handing me. I took another step backwards as Max started to turn his head towards me.

I turned away quickly and, grabbing the case, walked as slowly as I could manage from the bar. My legs were shaking and when I reached outside I walked along the side of the building until I reached the back then, as my stomach convulsed, fell to my knees and threw up.

"It was him Mark!! It was it was!!  The Voice, which always spoke to him in a dry whisper, was screaming in my head. 

What the hell was I going to do?

"Kill him, kill him, kill him!!!" 

The voice was getting even louder. Still on my knees I put my hands over my ears as if that would drown it out. 

"I'm scared." I whispered.

"Your What!?!"

"He hurt us bad."

"We're older and stronger Mark, we're..." "He could still hurt us." I said softly I could feel tears building behind my eyes.

"Stop whining you bitch! Look at you, kneeling in front of your own puke! Get up you fucking coward!!"

The voice had never acted like this. Normally even if it was egging me on in a fight, it remained calm, but now it was screaming and its pitch had changed. The Voice sounded deeper and more powerful. Behind its screaming I heard the dog starting to scratch at the door in the attic. I rose to my feet and, after wiping my mouth, saw that there was a faucet on the back of the building. I walked over and, turning it on, dipped my head under it, getting a mouthful and, after swishing it around(,) spit it out and started walking back to my car.

"Where the hell are you going?"

I have to get out of here.

"Are you crazy Mark? This is what we need! We can pay this mother fucker back Mark! Lex Talionis!"

I need to think.

"You need to grow a pair you fucking pussy! He's nothing compared to us!"

Reaching the car I got in and sat behind the wheel. I was sweating and shaking. What the hell was I supposed to do?

"You know what to do."

I took a deep breath and held it. Okay, I had to think, now that I had seen Max I wouldn't be able to forget about him.

"The dreams will get worse Mark."

"Then I'll deal with them." I said softly. "But I'm not going back there, I..." I stopped as the Voice started screaming again;

"You leave you little son of a bitch and you'll deal with me Mark! Hear how I'm screaming? I'll do it all day and all night Mark! I'll never shut up, I'll send you straight to the looney bin you weak willed mother fucker!!"

I grimaced in pain and put my hand to the plate in my head where it was the worst. I leaned forward and put my head on the steering wheel. Never in my life had I felt sorry for myself, but right now I was wondering what the hell I had done wrong to bring Max back into my life. I worked and studied hard and made the most of the second chance I had received in life after my sister found me in that group home. Megan, I needed to find out where she was, tell her about Max(,) she would know what...

"Screw Megan, she's no good to us, hell she's how you got here in the first place!"

"Okay," I said, still talking out loud with my head down on the wheel. "You're right, Megan's gone, but I don't know what to do."

The Voice was quiet for a couple of minutes, then back to speaking in its normal dry whisper said;

"Listen Mark, I know why Max was put back in front of us."

"Why?"

"It's not what we've done wrong, but what we've done right."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, grateful that it had stopped screaming.

"It means he's our reward Mark, we've overcome everything he did to us, done all the right things and as a reward fate has put him in front of us to get even. Karma, Mark, Karma"

As I thought about it, it did make sense. As a matter of fact, taking it one step further, maybe it was a test. A test of my power, a test of my beliefs; do unto others as they have done unto you, an eye for an eye.

"Yes Mark that's exactly right." 

I began to calm down and was now only upset that I had gotten scared in the first place. I started taking long deep breaths and slowly started to master myself, no worries, no fear, just calm and cool. The Voice was right, Max was big and powerful, but out of shape. I was no longer a child, I was in peak physical condition, and I could easily take Max now. But as I thought it through it couldn't be now. There were people around, plus it was Max's turf, others might get involved, no, definitely not here.

"That's right Mark, because we're not just going to beat him, we're going to kill him aren't we?"

Kill. The Voice had said it so matter of factly. 

"Here, look."

Suddenly my mind was filled with a series of images, Max beating me, screaming at me. Me curled up in my bed sobbing and in tears, in so much pain I couldn't even get up to go to the bathroom. The last image was Max looking at me and saying;

"Christ Mark, your sister died a long time ago!"

In my mind the dog let out a long growl and slammed itself into the door of its room hard enough to rattle the attic. I looked up from the steering wheel and found that my fear had been replaced by the icy calm I had displayed at Carson's last week. Yes, I thought, I would kill him. He took my childhood, had scarred me for life, I would now take his. I leaned back in my seat and started thinking about how I could do it.

I would have to go back in and get a game with Max. Play for awhile, maybe even come back a couple of times, get to know him a little, then figure out how to get him alone in a quiet place. I closed his eyes, could I do this? Could I get that close without losing it? Not only that but Carson couldn't call the cops on me, but this could lead to trouble, the kind that could cost me my future. 

"We won't get caught."

You sure? The voice was quiet, then said softly,

"Trust me Mark. I was right about Carson wasn't I? Right about Keith? We'll do what we need to and I'll make sure we don't get caught. We can do this Mark we need to. You're right Mark, he took from us, and know something? I'll bet he's had others, maybe even now. Other kids he's hurting, we can stop him Mark, if not he'll just keep going."

"Takers take until their taken." I whispered.

"That's right Mark; Megan taught us that before she got sick; she knew what she was talking about. He's a taker, but what do we do in life Mark? What else did our big sister teach us?"

"I take what I want." I said. As I spoke I looked into the rearview mirror; my eyes were black.

"That's right Mark, and what we want is him!"

"So be it." I said and getting out of the car grabbed my cue and headed back into the bar.

As I approached it again I felt my confidence grow. I would do this; pay that son of a bitch back for a lifetime of pain. First I just had to remain calm and something would come to me. I re-entered the bar and walked back to the bar. Once again everyone looked up at me again and I heard someone say,

"Kid must be lost."

A couple of more guys had come in and were sitting near the edge of the bar where I had been. I walked over and stood at the very end closest to the pool tables, this time the bartender came over and looked at me.

"So what happened kid? You have to go outside and get a note from daddy to come in?" The men snickered.

"Play their game Mark, show them we won't take their shit."

"No" I replied. "I owed your old lady change for a twenty." I paused and, looking at the other two guys, shrugged and added;

"Not bad for 10 bucks." One of the guys laughed, earning a dirty look from the bartender as I continued;

"Now get me a shot of Jack and a Bud and keep your shit to yourself." The bartender stared at me then shook his head and went to get the drinks. I lit a cigarette while I waited and began to remove my black McDermott pool cue. The bartender came back and put the drinks down.

"Let's see an ID pretty boy." I removed my wallet and showed my license. 

"Need help with the math?" I asked picking up the shot and downing it.

"You're a funny little bastard aren't you?" He asked.

I shrugged and went back to screwing my stick together.

"That's five bucks."

I reached into my pocket and, removing the roll of money, put a twenty on the table.

"That's for my next three rounds." 

"What no tip?" The bartender asked.

"You want a tip?" I asked. "Okay here's one, try brushing your fucking teeth once in awhile."

As the other guys laughed I grabbed my beer and, stepping up onto the platform, approached the pool table where Max was still playing the guy with the ponytail. As I watched Max ran the last four balls and banked the eight into the side. Max had definitely spent his share of time on a pool table. 

"That's twenty 'cause I banked it." He said putting his huge hand out.

The other guy shook his head and handed Max a twenty.

"Thanks Joe." Max said smirking.

I stepped up and put a ten dollar bill on the side of the table and Joe turned to look at me.

"Screw kid, this is a man's game." 

Max laughed from the other side of the table.

"Then what's a bitch like you doing up here, besides losing?" I asked.

"What did you just say?" Joe asked, staring at me with what he thought was bad ass look.

"Nice ponytail by the way." I said "Your boyfriend pull on it at night?"

"You gonna take that shit Joe?" Max asked. He was sitting on a stool and obviously ready to enjoy a fight.

"No, but I'll take his money." 

Joe reached for the ten but jumped back as I quickly brought the pool cue up and around, landing the butt of it on the money and narrowly missing Joe's hand. Joe looked at me as if unsure what to do. I removed the stick from the table and, smirking, began to twirl it in front of me like a staff, first ending with it under my right arm then my left. I spun it one more time, then faster than Joe could react lashed out, the cue heading straight for his face. Expecting to be hit, Joe flinched, almost falling backwards. He caught himself and reached up to touch his cheek which now featured a long thin line of blue chalk.

"Just fucking with you Joe." I said winking at him.

Several people who had been watching, including Max, laughed.

"Now," I began, "Really, why don't you pack it in for the day? You've been losing all day let's give this guy over here," I gestured at Max "A real game." 

Joe looked around, saw that he had lost the crowd and nodded. 

"Yeah sure, gotta get going anyway. I think you owe me a drink after that though." 

Speaking as I walked over to the end of the pool table and began to rack I told him;

"I owe you two things pal, Jack and Shit. Jack's behind the bar and something tells me you know where to find shit."

There was another round of laughter and Joe stalked off muttering something. As I finished Max rose and approached me. 

As I watched him coming I heard the dog slam into the door in the attic.

 "Shhhh" The Voice was telling it.

"Alright smart ass," Max said "It's ten a game twenty if the eight gets banked. No combo's, call your pockets and if you scratch on the eight you lose, got all that?"

I nodded.

"Oh" Max said "One more thing, you try anything funny with that stick I'll snap it and you in half got that?"

I stared into his eyes for a moment and really focused on him. Max absolutely reeked of violence, I could practically taste it and had no doubt Max was free with his hands.

"Jeez, back in his life for five minutes and he's already threatening us!" The Voice let out a sick giggle. "Some things never change.""

"Whatever you say." I told him.

Max grunted and as he prepared to break I downed my beer and called for another round. Max broke, sinking two low balls. He sank two more, then with no shot pushed the cue three inches(,) leaving it directly behind the eight.

"That's a scratch." I said and went to grab the cue ball.

"Fuck you, that's a scratch!" Max snapped. 

"On a legal shot, the cue or the ball, your hit has to hit a bank." I explained to him.

Max looked at me rolling his eyes.

"This ain't the boy's club kid, this is house rules."

I shook my head then turned to get my shot from the counter. I downed it and, approaching the table, looked it up and down. There was no shot so, like Max, I pushed the cue ball an inch, leaving him the same shot. 

"What the fuck was that?" Max asked.

"A legal shot according to you." I said, then added; "We can do this all night or you can stop dicking around and play some pool." 

I turned my back on Max and picked up my beer. When I turned Max was right in my face.

"Easy Mark!"

"Listen you little shit," Max began, hissing out the words. "Joe took your mouth, but I won't, you got that?" 

I looked at him, resisting the urge to slam the butt of the pool cue into his throat.

"I asked you a fucking question." Max said looking down at me.

Rolling my eyes I sighed and said;

"I came here to play pool, not argue and not push the balls around the table like a couple of girls, is that too much?" 

After I spoke I went to take a swig of the beer, but moving surprisingly quick for someone his size Max reached out and caught my wrist. My stomach turned at his touch and the dog hurled itself against the door, this time making plaster trickle down from the attic ceiling.

"We're gonna play pool kid but I'm telling you now, any more back talk from you and I will knock you on your ass, got it?" 

I looked at Max's hand around my wrist then looking him in the eye said calmly;

"It's your shot."

Max glared at me then walked back over to the table and, smiling at me, moved the ball another inch. I walked over to the table and taking the chalk began heavily covering the tip of the stick with it.

"Six in the side clean." I said continuing to chalk.

"Yeah right." Max said.

Finishing chalking I stepped up to the table. The six was in front of the side, but the eight was in front of the cue and there was another ball near the other bank making a kick impossible.

"Keep dreaming kid." Max said grinning.

"$25 for this shot alone." I said. Max stared at me.

"You got that kind of money kid?" 

I pulled out the wad of money from my pocket and showed Max.

"Alright," Max nodded. "You're on." 

I nodded then making a bridge with my right hand stood the stick up in the air and shot straight down hitting the left corner of the cue ball. The ball shot forward several inches then came back and curving completely around the eight ball kicked the six in the side.

"Holy shit." One of the guys from the bar said. 

I ran the rest of the table perfectly and ended with the cue ball right in front of the eight which was directly in front of the corner pocket. Instead of simply shooting it in I shot the cue around three banks to come back and knock the eight in.

"$25 plus $20 for the bank I believe that's $45 for that game." 

Max stared hard at me.

"We settle when were done, that's what these are for."

Max reached up with the tip of his stick to the string of beads hanging over the table and slid them over to my side.

"Well?" I asked. 

"Well what?"

"Loser racks." I said smiling.

We proceeded to play for three hours. I won more than I lost but kept it close, figuring that embarrassing Max could lead to a fight right here. Neither of us said much during the games, except to call our shots. I drank steadily during the three hours, piling my beer bottles and shot glasses into little pyramids. I had always had an uncanny tolerance for alcohol, which is another thing The Voice took credit for, and although I had a good buzz, was far from drunk. At one point Max glanced over, counted the bottles then looking back at me commented; 

"Got a hollow leg there kid?" 

I shrugged and continued to shoot, after one game Max stopped to make a phone call from the pay phone and began yelling at someone;

"I said I'll fucking be home when I get there! What the fuck is that kid screaming about back there? If he's doing that when I get home I'll give him a reason to cry!" 

He hung up and came back to the table where I was waiting. Hearing that conversation had sent a chill through me; The Voice was right again; Max was still hurting kids.

"Fucking broad," Max explained to me. "Always fucking yapping, you know?" 

I nodded sympathetically and Max continued;

"Fucking mouths always open."

"Then maybe you should stick your dick in there," I told him. "That way you'd get something out of it and she'd be quiet."

Max looked at me then began laughing. 

"That's pretty good kid!" He said and slapped me on the back so hard I almost fell over.

We played a couple of more games and when I was up eighty said I had to quit so I could get to work.

"What the fuck?" Max asked; "You're not going to give me a chance to win it back you little shit?"

"We've been playing for hours you're not going to get it back today."

I put my hand out. Max stared for a moment then reaching into his pocket handed me four twenties.

"You here every Friday?" I asked.

"Why do you care?" Max asked as I began to put my stick away.

"Cause I'll come back next week and give you a chance to get your money back." I told him as I put my stick away.




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 03



"Actually I'm here almost every day." Max said then looking at me asked; 

"So what's your name?"

"Mark."

Max nodded then stuck out his huge hand.

"I'm Max." 

"Oh we know!"

Part 4: A timely Intervention.

For the next three weeks I felt as if I was living out an episode of the Twilight Zone; Max Thompson, the man who had beaten me mercilessly for close to five years, was back in my life and I was doing everything I could to become his friend. During this time I was going to the Green bar two to three times a week and, true to his word, Max was always there and we would play pool. The second and third time I went back I won a few dollars each time, the next time, and at the urging of The Voice, I let Max take me for fifty dollars. 

After a few visits Max and I began to sit down at the bar after we were done playing and shoot the shit. On my end I told Max that I was a student at PC and worked as a bouncer at a local club. I was going to mention Mitch's as well but The Voice had spoke up and told me not to; we didn't need Max stopping by there to see us, especially as we lived upstairs. Max on the other hand, after a few beers, most of which I paid for, became quite talkative. 

I learned that Max had been a foreman on a construction crew for years, making good money, but had been laid off. After "something came up", as Max put it, he had relocated to Florida for a couple of years but the construction job he had down there dried up so he came back up to Rhode Island, where he was hired back by the guy he used to work for but at less money of course. He ended up laid off after a year and his unemployment had run out months ago. For now he was relying on odd jobs and some money from pool games at the bar.

I asked him how the hell he paid his bills, considering it seemed like he drank more than he made. Max told me that his girlfriend was on the state and they got good money for her three kids. On another occasion Max had talked about how he was damn good at his work but it was a bitch getting a job because he had a record. I knew exactly what it was Max had done time for, it was sitting right in front of him, feigning interest in his stories and trying to figure out exactly how it was I was going to get his fat fucking ass alone. 

On that note I had to admit that although it definitely helped my cause, I found it more than a little disturbing that Max didn't recognize me. Granted I was seven years older and of course much bigger, I had also, once again at the Voice's urging, not shaved in weeks and was now sporting a thin neatly trimmed beard which threw my appearance off more. I also found it disconcerting that he had three kids at home that I'm sure he was beating. Yes I would be doing more than just exorcising my own demons by killing this animal, I would be doing the world in general a favor.

The most interesting thing that had happened while hanging around with Max occurred last Tuesday. I had come in to find Max arguing with some guy who apparently owed him money. I sat at the bar and watched as the guy, who I would figure to be about six feet and two hundred easy, continued to give Max a hard time. Finally Max pushed him and the guy hit Max in the face, and pretty hard. Max shook his head like a wet dog and, moving a lot faster than his size indicated, threw a right left combo that slammed the guy back into the wall, and then, picking him up by his shirt like he was a rag doll, Max tossed him over the pool table and onto one of the small bar tables breaking it.

"Whooo he's a strong motherfucker isn't he?" The Voice said. "Pretty fast too, for a fat guy." It was quiet for a minute then added; "Good, maybe he'll last a little while."

While at the bar I acted the way I felt that Max would want me to. I was cocky to everyone but him, bitched about pretty much everything and constantly made derogatory remarks about women. Last week I even brought Betty with me, I chose her over Cynthia because I would never want to expose her to that piece of shit. The Voice had also said not to show Max to Cynthia, but didn't give its reason.

Betty, as always had dressed pretty trashy and was hanging all over me. Like Cynthia, Betty had long red hair, big tits that she constantly flaunted, and would pretty much do anything I wanted. Hell for that matter she would pretty much do anything any guy wanted if she was fucked up on coke, which was a good portion of the time. Bringing Betty worked out well however; first off, when we got there she told me she had been there before and that there was a decent amount of coke sold out of there, mostly to the regulars. It also worked out well because when she started bitching about wanting to leave I told her she needed to watch how she talked to me and as far as I was concerned her slutty ass could go home without me.

Betty got pissed off, as I knew she would, and took off, which left me without a ride home but that was fine, I could always just take a bus. After Betty left I complained about her to Max, that you know, she was a great piece of ass, but a real bitch sometimes.

"Look kid what you need to do is put her in her place that's all." Max said as he finished his beer.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You know." Max said, slapping the back of his left hand into his right palm. 

"Yeah, that works?" 

"Like a charm kid, and you know what? They all like it."

I stared into Max's blue eyes and noticed that they weren't as faded and watery like they usually were but were bright and all but hanging out of his head. With a sick feeling in my stomach I realized his eyes reminded me of Megan's. Between that and Betty's remarking about what went on there I was now pretty sure Max still did coke.

"There's our opening Mark." 

"I'll have to try it." I told Max.

"Kids too," He said. "One good shot and you don't hear from them for a week."

Not trusting myself after that remark I looked away towards the other end of the bar. As I did the Voice whispered;

"We need to know if he's into blow, if he is I have a plan." 

"So hey listen Max," I said turning back to face him. "Just between us, there any action here?" Max looked at me for a moment.

"What kind?" Max asked. "Women?" 

I smirked at him.

"C'mon Max, I said action not aggravation," I paused and said quietly. "You know, anything besides booze get sold here?"

"What do you need?" 

I hesitated as if I wasn't sure what I should say then shrugged and lowered my voice even more.

"You know, some blow, I get an itch once in awhile and that little redhead you saw will do anything for a couple of lines." 

Max smiled at me.

"Tell you what kid, you've been pretty cool to me so I'll help you out; there's a guy comes in on Friday when most people get paid, I can hook you up."

"Decent stuff?" I asked.

"Pretty good, I mean I've had better but the price is good."

"Alright." I said. "I'll try to get by on Friday."

"Gotcha!!"

I went home and, grabbing a hundred dollars from my rent money, went down to see Carson's brother Keith, who hooked me up with what he insisted was the best stuff on the street bar none, totally uncut. Keith claimed what he gave me was worth more than a hundred, but hey they were friends right? I also had no doubt that Keith had been more than happy to help figuring maybe I was following in my sister's footsteps and would become his newest customer.

During the time I had been seeing Max I was sleeping less and less and was starting to get to that point that I was so wired I was beginning to feel as if I was really starting to lose my grip. When I was around Max I was eerily calm, but at any other given point was becoming a nervous wreck. No matter what I did I couldn't wear myself out. I had upped my work outs to two hours twice a day, to the point where I could barely lift my arms the next day but somehow managed to do it again. 

I was also fucking like an animal, even by my standards, between Robin, Betty, Cynthia , and a couple of random pickups, I was scoring every night. The night always ended the same however, with the girl lying there sound asleep and me next to them wide awake. I was also drinking a lot more than usual, killing shot after shot at the bar, yet never enough to put me out.

I was rapidly approaching that agitated state that would normally send me to the sleeping pills before I lost control and got myself in trouble. I had told Mitch that I couldn't work Baby Head for a couple of weeks, he asked why and I simply shrugged and made up a story of how I had been fucking some married woman and her crazy husband and friends knew I worked there so I needed to lay low. Mitch rolled his eyes but said okay. 

As if to prove I had made the right move, Tommy came by Mitch's to ask me if I had heard from Megan. I told him no and he shook his head sadly and said that he hoped she was okay. I looked at him and realized that although Tommy was decent to my sister and did care for her, it was him who had started her off on coke in the first place. Now here he was, straight for the last month and not a care in the world with mommy and daddy paying for everything. 

I asked him to come outside with me then grabbing his nose, the one that had just healed from the beating he had taken from Carson, and with a twist of my wrist broke it again. Then hit him in the stomach so hard he puked. Standing over him I told him if I ever found out that he partied with my sister again I would make what Carson did to him seem like a vacation.

At this point it was Tuesday night and I planned on going to the Green Bar on Friday and setting Max up, using the cocaine to lure him to Mitch's on Sunday morning. The bar was closed Sunday and Monday, so I would have two days to figure out what the hell I would do with his fat dead ass. After the bar closed that night I came upstairs alone, as the night before I had fucked Cynthia so hard, and so many times she had ended up in tears saying her pussy hurt.

This close to getting Max I didn't want to get involved with anyone else, so I just figured I'd spend the night alone. When I went upstairs I went to the medicine cabinet planning on taking a couple of Ambien, but the Voice stopped me.

"We need to be like this Mark."

"Why? I'm fucking tired, I need to rest." I told it out loud.

I noticed I had been speaking to it out loud more and more lately, but what the hell, I didn't really have any other friends in my life right now.

"No Mark, what you're doing is getting ready. We're getting meaner, crazier, we're evolving Mark. When the time comes we will play for awhile then let the dog out. You need to be ready to let it have its way Mark."

I nodded in agreement. In the past I had feared snapping, now I looked forward to it.

"Oh yes Mark, we have something special for Max don't we?""

On Wednesday I heard from Megan for the first time since she had left. In the morning she had left a message while I was at the gym, simply saying she was in New York but was doing well and she was going to be coming home soon with a surprise for me. I replayed the message three times thinking that she really did sound good.

"Don't get your hopes up Mark. Even if she's okay how long is it for?"

"She'll be okay someday." I told it. "You'll see, things will be just like they were before."

"Whatever Mark, just think about Max for now."

Megan called Mitch's around nine that night looking for me, but I had stepped out to go get Cynthia and I some pizza and she had told Cynthia to tell me she would try to call back, but might not be able to use the phone again that night.

"Oh great, she's in the fucking joint."

The Voice was probably right, but surprisingly I found myself not that concerned. Right now all that mattered was that in four days I was going to get Max alone and show fate that I was more than worthy of everything it had given me. The Voice had been absolutely right; Max was a test and I planned on passing with flying colors.

Megan never called back that night, or the next day, so I was glad that I hadn't gotten my hopes up. I was also glad that when Denise had called me and asked if I had heard from her that I hadn't said anything. Denise was a mess these days as it was, I didn't need to wind her up with hope just to see her get crushed again.

Thursday I decided to skip the gym. I had been working out so hard that everything ached constantly and I couldn't afford to get hurt before I faced Max. I had however taken a ride down to South Providence and spent an hour sitting in front of the last house I had lived in with Max. Sitting there I let my mind playback some of the beatings I had received there, including my fingers being broken. As I sat there I heard the dog growling in my head. At this point I wasn't even picturing the attic or meditating. The Voice was right; I was evolving, my mind becoming completely in tune with the attic. The dog was getting ready.

I arrived back at Mitch's, leaving the downstairs door unlocked for when the Budweiser truck came to make its delivery to Mitch, who was in the office and went upstairs. I took a long hot shower then, tossing on a pair of shorts, picked up a copy of Aleister Crowley's First book of Law and started to read, hoping that I might get to the point where I could doze on the couch. After a few minutes the words were blurring and my eyes were stinging so I put the book and down and had just closed my eyes when there was a knock on my door.

I jumped up off the couch shaking my head.

"Christ Mitch," I snapped as I walked up to the door and unlocking it swung it open. "Can't you even unload a fucking..."

Megan was standing there.

"Hey little brother." She said quietly.

"Meg?" I asked not believing my eyes.

"Oh for Christ's sake, she's like a fucking boomerang!"

"That's me." Megan said then, putting her head down like a little kid who knew she was in trouble, asked;

"Can I come in Mark?"

"Oh yeah," I said shaking my head. "Yeah come on in."

I stepped back and Megan took a couple of steps in then, turning to me, put her arms out. I hesitated for a second then leaned into her and gratefully put my arms around her.

"Oh come on Mark, this bitch stole from us!!" 

That's right I had forgotten about that. I pulled back and as I did Megan smiled at me and putting her hand out and touching my cheek said;

"Hey you grew a beard! It looks good on you."

"And you'd look better on a milk carton, Mark ditch her will you?"

"Mark?"

"What?" I asked.

"I said I like your..." Megan started then stopping frowned. "Damn little brother, your eyes look like they hurt! You haven't been sleeping have you?"

"No." I said then turning walked away from her.

I was glad to see her but at this point wasn't in the mood for anything and for once that included my big sister and her endless drama. I went over and sat down on the couch. After looking at me oddly Megan grabbed the suitcase she had with her and, after pulling it in the apartment, closed the door and came over and sat across from me on the couch.

Megan sat there quietly looking at me her hands on top of her purse which was in her lap. As she did I squeezed my eyes shut to clear them and, upon opening them, took a good look at my sister. Megan looked good, damn good. She was wearing a long one piece black sundress that looked amazing against her ivory skin, and her long dark hair was pulled back into a pony tail, which I had always thought looked adorable on her. Most importantly her arms were clear, her eyes appeared normal and she seemed calm as she sat there completely still watching me.

I on the other hand was far from okay. I was holding my hands together in my lap but could still feel them shaking. I also noticed that my leg was tapping rapidly up and down. I stopped it then, looking down again a minute later, saw I was doing it again. 

Megan frowned and asked;

"You okay Mark?"

"No." I said simply.

"Well what's..." 

I cut her off with a wave of my hand.

"You stole from me Megan!" I snapped. "You took my fucking rent money!"

"I'm sorry Mark" She said. "I just..."

"How the hell could you do that to me Megan? I had to spend a week hustling pool and still came up a little light." "You could have borrowed Mark." Megan began. "I mean Alex..."

"My sister shouldn't have taken from me," I told her my voice rising. "Don't give me that I could borrow shit!"

I shook my head in disgust.

"Bad enough you've done it to other people, but were supposed to be close Megan." 

Megan looked at me sadly and nodded.

"I'm sorry little brother, I really am, I just had to get out, you were talking about clinics and I panicked." 

As she spoke Megan reached into her purse and removing three hundred dollar bills reached across the table to try to hand them to me.

"Here Mark, I know it's late but..."

"I don't want Tommy's money." I said not putting my hand out. "What's done is done." 

Megan looked at the money then put it down on the old scratched up coffee table someone had given me.

"So what's wrong Mark?"

"Besides my sister betraying me," I shrugged. "I don't know."

"I deserve this Mark, I really do, but you don't understand ..."

"Bullshit!!" I snapped and getting up began to pace back and forth across the small room. 

"I'm sick of hearing about your tragic tale Megan! You don't think I hurt? You don't think I suffer? That I don't have that big fucking pit in the middle of me that's always there?" 

I turned to look at her.

"But you know what? I get by, I study, I work and I function and you're no different from me, you just don't want to."

"That's it Mark, about time you told this skank how it is!"

"Don't tell me what I want Mark!" Megan snapped back. "I'm sorry if I'm not as strong as you are. Not many are Mark, you're different."

"You don't know the half of it."

"That's a copout Megan," I said pointing at her. "You're intelligent, beautiful and talented! What life took from you it gave back. Doug and Denise helped you." I pointed at the wall where the painting of Cerberus? she had given me was hanging. 

"You could make a fortune painting, but you'd rather wallow in your own shit." I stopped then added; "And take others down with you."

"That's my boy Mark! You put her in her place!"

Megan stood up to face me. 

"You have no fucking idea Mark! You don't, and as far as bringing others down, I told you to before to stay away from Tommy."

"Fuck Tommy," I said then slapping my forehead said;

"Oh that's right, that's what you do whenever you need to escape." 

"He's none of your business Mark."

"You're my business Megan." I said then walking away from her began to pace again.

As I passed her I noticed that Megan looked pissed but she wasn't crying. She must be okay because for the last few months she had been an emotional basket case that would cry over anything. So far from the strong big sister that had helped me years ago. 

"Big deal, she'll be fucked up again in no time."

"Apparently not anymore Mark," She said, her voice beginning to rise as well. "I wouldn't want to bring you down to my level." 

At that last part she did sound as if she were choking up. I was facing away from her and, closing my eyes, I took a deep breath to calm down and turned to face her.

"Meg listen..." I started, but she continued to speak, her voice cracking from emotion.

"We can't all be as great as you are Mark! We can't all be the best of the best! Most of us inferior beings just muddle along doing the best we can. Sorry I'm not as good as you are."

With that Megan grabbed her purse and began to head for the door. Shit! I swore to myself, most of Megan's problem was guilt because she felt she didn't deserve people to be good to her because she kept hurting them. Whenever she would be straight it would only take some little thing to set her off again. Something like her little brother, whom she adored, throwing her out of his house. I couldn't let her leave like this.




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 03



"Hey hold on." I said catching by her arm.

"Oh just let her go Mark, let her be Tommy's problem."

No, I will not turn my sister away, I told it. The Voice had held sway long enough, the last few weeks, I would not let it hurt my sister. As I grabbed her Megan turned to face me teary eyed.

"I'm sorry I broke your trust Mark!" She said tears beginning to run down her cheeks. "I'm sorry I'm a burden to you! I really am." She paused to get control of herself then continued;

"I came here to tell you that I spent two weeks in a rehab in New York and I signed up for an outpatient program at Butler." 

Megan reached into her purse and handed me a white envelope.

"Here's the papers, so you would believe me." 

With that she pulled away from me.

"But you're right; what's done is done. I'll come see you when I'm your equal." She reached for the door.

A clinic. My sister had finally gone to get help and I was treating her like shit.

"No, Megan please!" I said catching her arm again. I had to get her to stay.

"Listen sis, I'm sorry, I was just really pissed at you. I... I'm not right...I..." I put my head down and said;

"I need you Megan."

"Bullshit you do! All you need is me! I was there before her and I'll be there after she leaves again!"

"I need help, I..." 

I paused unsure of what to say. Megan no longer looked upset anymore, she was now staring at my eyes, a look of concern on her face.

"Please Megan." I asked softly taking her hand.

"Please Megan!" The Voice mocked.

Megan reached up and, touching my cheek, gave me a smile.

"Okay little brother." She said. "Let's go sit and you can tell me about it alright?" 

I nodded and we went and sat on the couch.

"I've barely slept in three weeks Megan," I told her. "I think I'm losing it." 

"You're not losing, you're gaining. Why the hell is it you turn into a sissy when she's around?"

My leg was shaking again and Megan put her hand on my knee to stop it.

"Go to the doctor Mark, they'll give you something." 

I shook my head;

"I have pills, I don't want to take them, besides I..." I shook my head again. "I don't know." 

I couldn't seem to focus on what I wanted to say instead I looked at Megan and, putting my hand over hers on my knee, whispered;

"I'm sorry I snapped at you sis. I didn't mean what I said. I'm just..." I shrugged. "You know how it gets." 

"It's okay Mark, I deserved it I've put you through a lot Mark." She smiled again then slapping my knee said;

"Hey little brother, want to see something else that might cheer you up?"

"Besides you with a one way ticket to New York?"

As I ignored the Voice Megan got up and, going over to the suitcase, unzipped the side and reaching in pulled out a rolled up paper and brought it over. Sitting down next to me she unrolled it and showed it to me.

"I drew this when I was in the clinic."

The picture done in colored pencil depicted an enormous underground cavern with a river running through it. There were caves in the high walls and different demonic looking beings stood in each one, all watching the small row boat in the middle of the river drift by, the boat had a single occupant.

"It's the journey of a tormented soul." Megan said. "It's the best thing I've done straight in over a year. I can't wait to paint it." 

"That's amazing sis." I told her. Megan put the picture on the table and turned back to see me rubbing at my eyes.

"They hurt Mark?"

"Yeah a little." I said nodding.

"Okay little brother," Megan began turning sideways on the couch to face me. "I know how these attacks work something usually kicks them in." She frowned;

"It wasn't me was it?"

"Right back to you again! See how she is Mark?"

"No sis, it wasn't you. I was mad, but I understand you hurt Megan!" I paused once again to take her hand. As I held it I could feel mine shaking Megan glanced down as well, I continued so she wouldn't say anything about it.

"I didn't mean what I said before, well not the way it came out anyway. I care Megan, and always will." I brought her hand up to my lips and kissed it. "I'm proud of your getting help Megan, it's really the best news I could get."

"I just had to do it alone Mark, you couldn't make me." Megan shook her head. "Tell you what Mark, you scared the shit out of Tommy, he knew what you did to Carson. I don't think he'd give me anything no matter what I gave him."

"Sorry, I just snapped after you took the money."

"So what's wrong little brother how can I help you?" Megan sat back looking at me expectantly.

I hesitated, ever since Megan had come back into my life the only thing I had ever held back from her was the Voice, and even that hadn't been hard as it hadn't been around as much when I first came to live there, just the last few months or so it had been bad. Besides I never wanted my sister to know how much like my father I really was. Aside from that there was nothing that I wouldn't confide to Megan. I recalled how, when I had first seen Max, Megan was the first person I had wanted to talk to. Maybe if I had I wouldn't be so tired so...

"Don't you tell her Mark! She'll try to stop us and we..."

"I found Max Megan." I blurted out quickly.

"You fucking asshole! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Max!?!" Megan exclaimed coming back up to a sitting position. "Mark are you sure? He's supposed to be in Florida, I..."

"It's him Megan," I said quietly. "I ran into him 3 weeks ago when I was trying to grab some money shooting pool. It's him, as big, gross and mean as ever."

"Holy shit little brother!" Megan said taking my hands in hers. "Hell, no wonder you can't sleep! Well it's okay Mark, I mean you just don't go there anymore and after awhile you'll forget about him or maybe you could talk to someone, but you won't have to see him again no matter what!"

I laughed softly.

"Oh, but your wrong sis. I've been going there twice a week Megan. I've been talking to him, ,hanging with him," I grunted. "Hell we're buds now, he thinks I'm a cool kid." 

Megan looked at me horrified.

"You've been spending time with him? Why the hell would you do that Mark? I mean Jesus, no wonder you can't sleep."

"Friends close, enemies closer." I whispered.

"What are you doing Mark?" Megan asked her eyes wide. "Besides torturing yourself."

"Mark you need to shut up. Now!!"

"I'm getting close to him Megan, so that he'll trust me, and when he does I'm going to bring him here when the bar's closed and I'm going to kill him." 

I said it as calmly as I would have told her the weather for the day.

"No Mark no!!" Megan cried out.

Letting go of my hands she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and held my head so that I was looking at her.

"Mark you can't do that you..."

"I won't get caught," I told her then shrugged. "I'll figure out what to do with the body."

"Mark you'll lose everything you worked for!" Megan said sounding as if she were straining to stay calm.

"That piece of shit already took your childhood! Don't let him take the rest of your life Mark, please let it go, he's not worth this!"

"Yes he is Megan and you know it. People who aren't worth it just keep going because they know other people say that. They don't stop until someone makes them worth it."

Megan kept shaking her head back and forth.

"Look Mark, I know your all about the revenge thing, but you'll pay the price for this, and you know what? If you're thinking it will stop the dreams it won't Mark." 

Megan looked away for a minute then taking a deep breath continued;

"Listen Mark, you know Frank, that piece of shit that abused me? He died four years ago, Doug showed me the obituary, and you know the dreams are still there! This won't get rid of them." 

That last statement made me stop and think. Was she right? Would I risk my life and still be tormented?

"She fucking lying Mark, the dreams will stop; I can stop them if I have to."

Then why haven't you before? I asked it in my mind.

The Voice was silent but I could feel that it was frustrated. Was it lying? Did it already know the dreams wouldn't stop? My head was beginning to pound. I sighed and leaned back on the couch. Megan leaned back with me, putting her arm around my shoulders.

"Hey little brother you are the smartest, best looking guy I've ever met, and I don't just say that. You're going to have an incredible life Mark and you know it." She leaned in and started whispering in my ear;

"Money, women, and power Mark, everything you want and you know what? I'm getting better little brother! So I'm going to be there to see every bit of it." 

With that Megan turned my head to face her and gave me a soft, sweet kiss on the lips. Oh damn that felt good, I tried for another but she pulled away and, still talking softly, said;

"And you don't want to disappoint your sister do you?"

"Oh please Mark! All this fucking crack head does is disappoint us!! Don't buy this bullshit!!"

I shook my head slowly, answering the Voice and Megan in the same motion. My eyes were burning and my head was throbbing. Megan put her hand on my cheek and I gratefully leaned my face into it.

"I'm so tired sis." I whispered.

Megan leaned in and put my head down on her shoulder. I could smell her strawberry shampoo and, as tired as I was, I felt myself starting to respond. I needed my sister, to be with her, to be inside of her, to have her hold me.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?!" The Voice screamed making me wince. "You can fuck any woman you want, what the fuck is so special about this fucking whore?"

Don't talk about my sister like that!! I shouted in my mind. You're trying to make me kill Max because you want it! You...

"Mark?" 

I shook my head wincing at the pain it caused and looked into Megan's amazing all but transparent blue eyes. They were clear and calm, and she was looking at me the way she used to on those beautiful Saturday mornings we would spend together, when we'd forget about the game and just play and enjoy.

"What are you, in love with this bitch? Christ Mark she's fun to fuck and were all about breaking the rules, but get fucking real!!"

"Mark," she said softly. "Forget Max, the futures too bright to go back into darkness."

"I..." I closed my eyes seeing Max in front of me yelling and screaming. I wouldn't be able to forget him unless... I looked up at Megan and asked;

"Will you stay with me Megan?"

Megan gave me one of those huge crooked smiles and, hugging me close, said in my ear;

"Of course I will Mark, and for as long as you need little brother!"

I pulled away and, feeling pathetic, but unable to help myself, whispered;

"Promise?"

"Promise Mark," Megan leaned over and once again speaking softly in my ear continued;

"We'll go to bed together every night and wake up together every morning. Just you and me little brother, just like when we were younger."

"You weak piece of shit!!! You go with her and I'll leave Mark!! I'll fucking leave, you'll never have my fucking help again!!"

"Then go." I said quietly.

"You want me to go?" Megan asked. "I thought you wanted me to stay?"

"No... I just... I need my big sister, I..." 

"Then your big sister is what you'll have." Megan said.

Megan kissed me then stood up and stepped back from the couch. Reaching up she undid the tie behind her neck and her dress dropped to the floor. Megan was wearing a red lace bra and matching panties, as I watched she let out her pony tail and shook her head causing her raven black hair to cascade down her the ivory skin of her back and shoulders.

"Is this what you need little brother?" She asked. 

"I missed you." I said quietly.

Megan stepped up between my legs and slowly sank to her knees. Leaning up she took my face in her hands and gave me a long lingering kiss that I returned, at first softly, then harder with a hint of desperation to it. Megan pulled away and, once again kissing my cheek, whispered;

"Easy baby, we'll get there, right now you just relax and let your big sister take good care of you."

Megan put her hands on my shoulders and, after gently pushing me back into the couch, leaned forward and, after kissing me again quickly, slid her lips down and began gently sucking on my neck. I groaned at the feeling of her soft lips on my flesh, I reached around and ran my left hand under her hair as my other hand caressed the soft smooth skin of her back. Bringing my hands together at her bra I began to try to unhook it, but my hands were shaking so badly I couldn't get it even partway undone.

"Hold on little brother," Megan said leaning back onto her knees, and reaching her arms behind her back. "Let me."

A moment later Megan slid the bra from her shoulders, exposing her small but perfectly shaped tits with their beautiful pale pink nipples.

"Is this what you wanted Mark?" She asked as she cupped them and squeezed her nipples with her long red fingernails. "You want your sister's tits?"

"Oh yes," I breathed out.

I was aware of my cock throbbing painfully in my shorts as I watched Megan gently tease her nipples. My sister noticed as well, looking down she licked her lips and said;

"Damn I guess you did miss your sister."

Megan stood and, putting one knee, between my legs, swung her other leg over mine so she was kneeling on the couch. In this position her tits were at face level and I immediately made to lean forward but Megan once again put her hand on my shoulder and held me back against the couch.

"Just relax, Mark." She said softly. "Let me."

Megan turned to the left, placing her right tit in my face. I eagerly opened my mouth to try to suck on her nipple, but Megan pulled it slightly back then, as I groaned, pushed it forward and, moving from side to side, gently brushed her hard nipple across my desperate lips. Unable to take anymore I reached around and, grabbing her around the waist, pulled my sister into me so that I was finally able to get her tit in my mouth.

"Ohhh, you do want those don't you?"

Megan sighed in pleasure and started playing with my hair as I sucked on her right nipple, then turning my head swirled my tongue around her left one. Megan reached down with her right hand and, grabbing my hard cock though my shorts, gave it a squeeze.

"Ohh," I moaned into her tit.

"Yeah little brother?" Megan said in my ear. "You like your big sister playing with that huge cock of yours?"

I nodded not wanting to take her tit out of my mouth to answer her. Megan slid her hand into the waistband of my shorts and, wrapping her hand around my throbbing prick, started slowly jerking it off. I whimpered into her nipple and started to rock my hips trying to get her to go faster. 

"Now little brother," Megan began, "Do you really think your sister came here just to give you a hand job?"

Steadying herself with her hand on my shoulder Megan swung her other leg over mine so that she was straddling me.

"Lift up little brother," She said as I felt her tug on my shorts.

I pushed my hips up off the couch and, reaching down with her other hand, Megan slid my shorts down enough for my cock to spring free. Putting one of her feet up onto the couch Megan reached down and, with one hand holding my cock, used the other to reach between her legs. Sliding her panties to the side Megan slowly lowered herself down onto my huge dick. 

"Oh yes," I moaned as I felt just the tip of my cock begin to push into her hot wet pussy.

Megan stayed where she was and began to rotate her hips, sliding the head of my cock in and around her wet lips and pussy, but not taking me any deeper.

"Don't tease sis." I moaned in her ear. "I need to feel... Ohhh!"

I let out a loud groan as Megan put her leg down and sat down into my lap, driving my cock deep inside of my sister's incredible pussy.

"Oh goddamn!" Megan cried out. "Wow that's deep!"

I wrapped my hands around her waist and started to thrust up into her. Megan let out a sharp yelp, then, wrapping her arms around my neck, rested her head on my shoulder and said quietly in my ear;

"Easy Mark," I stopped fucking her as she continued; "Nice and easy baby, at least for the first time okay?"

Megan lifted her face to mine and, after kissing me, smiled;

"Just let your sister do the work, you just sit back and relax."

With an effort I let my body relax, slumping back into the couch as my sister began to slowly slide her hips back and forth across my lap. Megan nuzzled my neck and, as I let my head loll back onto the couch, began to kiss my neck again. I let out a sigh of pleasure as Megan worked my cock slowly in and out of her pussy. Each time she rocked forward my cock would slide about halfway out, and, as Megan would go backwards, she would wiggle her hips, working my cock side to side as she slowly engulfed it with her hot wet pussy. 

"Ohh sis," I whispered. "That is so nice."

"Yeah it is Mark, and know why?" Megan put her head up from my neck and after pausing to playfully nibble at me ear said; "Because your big sister knows just what you need, doesn't she?"

My reply was cut short by another moan as Megan switched from sliding back and forth, to bouncing up and down, thrusting my cock inside of her faster and harder than before. Placing her hands on my shoulders and using them to brace herself Megan sat straight up on my lap, causing my cock to penetrate even deeper into my sister's pussy. 

Megan gasped as she started lifting herself higher and higher before plunging herself back down on my long thick cock. I placed my hands on her hips, steadying her as she continued to ride me faster and harder. I looked up and moaned at how incredible my sister looked as she rode me; Megan had her eyes closed, and soft sounds of pleasure were coming from her parted lips. The apartment was hot and my sister's tits and stomach were glistening with sweat.

Keeping one hand around her waist I brought my other hand down to my lap and, quickly finding her swollen clit with my thumb, started rubbing it in slow circles.

"Oh yes!" Megan moaned. "Oh look at you taking care of your sister!" 

I moaned as well, as the feeling of my sister's fantastic pussy driving up and down on my cock was beginning to take its toll. I could feel my heart beating quicker and my thighs were starting to tremble as my body prepared to cum. I pushed my thumb harder into Megan's clit while moving it in ever faster circles. Megan groaned and, leaving me to hold her up by her waist, let go of my shoulders so that her hands could find and play with her perfect pink nipples. 

"Oh, oh, oh, Mark!" She groaned. "Oh I was supposed to be taking care of you! Oh damn!" 

Megan let out a long whimper and I could feel her inner thighs shaking against my legs. I swirled my thumb across her clit as fast as I could and, unable to help it, began to lift my hips up off the couch so that I was driving up into my sister's amazing pussy just as she was coming down.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Megan yelled out as she started bouncing onto me so hard our thighs began making loud slapping noises.

"Oh that's it Mark! Just a little more, ohhhh, oh cum with me little brother!"

As Megan moaned out that last part she gave her nipples a hard twist and I could feel her pussy begin to contract around my cock. As her orgasm started to crash through her Megan dropped one hand down behind her to quickly find my balls and start to rub them. 

"Oh yes!" I exclaimed as that sent me over the edge.

My cock exploded into my sister's convulsing pussy, sending what felt like an enormous spurt of cum deep up inside of her. Megan threw her head back and let out a long loud wail of pleasure as she continued to writhe in my lap, her pussy pulsing around my spurting cock. Megan gave a long shuddering moan at the same time that I let out a pathetic sounding whimper, as with one last squirt my cock finished painting the inside of my sister's pussy.




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 03



Megan leaned forward and, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, hugged me tight. I brought my own arms up around her back crushing her to me so close that I could feel her heart beating against my chest. In between her heavy breathing Megan whispered in my ear.

"Is that what you needed little brother?"

I swallowed hard, trying to catch my breath, and then whispered;

"That felt so good Megan, but I need all of you sis."

Megan leaned back and getting up off my lap put her hand out to me.

"Come on little brother, let's go to bed."

I nodded as I realized that I was completely exhausted, but unlike before when I still felt wired and knew I couldn't sleep, I felt amazingly relaxed. The pounding in my head had subsided and(,) although it was hard to concentrate right now, I did find myself noticing the only difference between now and then was the Voice appeared to have vanished. With a tremendous effort I forced myself to get up off the couch and even at that Megan had to really pull to get me standing. As soon as I was facing her Megan hugged me close to her, holding the back of my head so that it was nestled into her shoulder. 

"There you go Mark, you just let it all go."

I leaned into her, partly because at this point I didn't feel like I could possibly feel close enough to her, but also I could feel my legs trembling. I leaned back from Megan and, still holding my hand, we started for the bedroom. I took about three steps and found myself leaning on the edge of the arm chair near my bedroom. Megan looked at me and asked; 

"You want to stay out on the couch Mark?" 

I shook my head and, grabbing my arm, Megan draped it over her shoulder and(,) putting her arm around my waist, said;

"Go ahead little brother, just lean on me," She laughed softly. "Hell I've been leaning on you for awhile now."

We made it into the bedroom where I all but fell onto the bed. I laid on my side expecting Megan to lie in front of me with her back to my chest like we always did. This time however Megan lied on her side facing me.

"Slide down a little bit Mark." She told me.

I did as she said and found myself at eye level with her beautiful tits. Any other time it would only be a matter of minutes before I would be after those tits, but right now I was more tired than I could ever remember being.

"Come here baby." Megan said quietly putting her arms out to me.

I gratefully folded into her, my arms sliding around her waist as she wrapped hers around my shoulders. I turned my head so that my cheek rested against her chest and sighed, I could already feel my eyes closing.

"Mark?"

"Yeah sis?" I asked forcing my eyes open.

"Listen to me little brother, promise me you'll forget about Max. He'll never hurt you again baby, I promise. You just leave him where you found him okay?"

"I.. I guess." I whispered.

Megan started playing with my hair and as she did she said softly;

"The future's too bright to go back into darkness little brother, we have great things ahead of us, you remember that."

"Okay sis I promise I'll stay away." I would, she was right, Max had taken enough from me. Besides if I ever got caught I would never see my sister again.

Megan was quiet and I was just slipping into sleep when Megan began speaking quietly, as she did I could hear the emotion in her voice. 

"Mark, when you first came to live with us, I took care of you and promised that your big sister would never let anything happen to you. The last couple of years it's been you doing the best you could to take care of me." 

I heard her voice catch and it was a minute before she started again.

"Well from now on we'll take care of each other okay?"

"Okay." I whispered, my eyes closing on their own.

"Love you sis." I said into her chest.

"And I love you my beautiful little brother."

Just as I was slipping into sleeps welcome embrace I heard a whisper in my mind;

"She'll fall again, and this time you will be alone." It paused then added;

"Goodbye Mark, I thought you were stronger than this."



Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 04



Authors note;

This chapter contains parts 6-8 of Lex Talionis. I apologize for the lousy tag lines in Lex Chapter 3. I had Pt4 A fateful Encounter, and Pt5 A Timely intervention. They fit in the space fine, but Lit chose to change them to "Part 4 and Part 5" Also I made a typo in the chapter itself calling them pts 3,4. Also please check my bio page, the new picture there is a rough draft of what I hope to be the cover of a published version of SWB let me know what you think. It's based on Megan's "Broken" painting from Chapter 18. On another note this series is pretty dark to say the least and Chapter 5 will be the worst by far. Keeping that in mind I added something a bit lighter hearted at the end of this. Part 8; "Mark puts on a show" is just plain old good dirty fun, and honestly to me serves a purpose in the Mark/Megan "continuity" (sorry I used to own a comic book store this is why I am big on things like "origins and continuity") If you have read the Halloween one shot "Samhain" Mark has sex in front of close to 30 people and has no problems at all "performing" part 8 is the story of his first public display so I hope you have fun with it. P.S. I don't say much about myself personally, because well let's face it no one really cares, your just reading my story, but on the previous note; Not only did I own a comic book store, but obviously I write pornography, have a sword collection, a dozen tattoo's and like my characters follow the basic philosophy of Anton Levay. FBI profilers take note I am a dream come true. Now as always thank you so much for reading! Lovecraft68



Part 6: Megan's Journey Continues.

I pulled into my parking spot behind Mitch's and, getting out of the car, stretched my arms over my head wincing at how stiff I was. It was one am and had been a long ass day. The start to it was pleasant enough as I woke up at six am with my beautiful sister lying naked in my arms. Although Megan had been staying up to all hours painting, and seemed more asleep than awake, she didn't seem to mind me slipping first my fingers, then my cock into her insatiable little pussy. 

As she had been doing every morning during the two weeks she had staying with me, Megan got up with me for a little while; first sitting and reciting the Ave Satanna with me, then having a cup of tea and asking what I would be doing during the day. I could tell she was exhausted and wanted to go back to sleep, but wanted more to stay up with me. Ever since she had talked me down from making the mistake of a lifetime, going after Max, my sister had been spending as much time with me as possible and I have to say I was enjoying it.



Max, I frowned and, leaning back against the car, pulled a cigarette out and lit it. Mistake of a lifetime was what I had just thought. I kept telling myself that my sister was right; I would have been risking an amazing future to put that animal out of his misery, but on the other hand, deep down there was a part of me that still wanted to do it. The thing that scared me most about that was I couldn't even blame The Voice for those thoughts, as, true to its word, it had been nowhere to be found. To my surprise I found myself a little put off that there was no sign of it. 

Several times in the last two weeks while meditating I had gone into my attic to find the door to the Voice's room wide open, the room itself completely empty. I had checked all the other rooms, even risking, not only the room of pain, but also removing the brace that held the dog's door shut and taking a quick peek inside. The room of pain contained only that, an assortment of bad memories.

Before I could step out a couple of them leapt out at me. I was assailed by the vision of walking into my mother's room at the age of five and seeing her naked with her face in the lap of a man I had never seen. When mom had seen me she had yelled at me to leave. The man seeing me quickly jumped up and pulling his pants up yelled something at my mother and, after throwing some money at her, stormed out. My mother had given me a hell of a spanking and told me to never come into her room again. I was also struck by one of the most recent additions to the room; the terrifying image of the needle marks I had seen in Megan's arm several months ago. 

The dog's room was pitch black and contained the musky aroma of a large animal. I could see nothing at first but after hearing the stealthy sound of padded footsteps turned to see a pair of blood red eyes regarding me from a corner of the room. As I stood looking into those burning eyes the dog let out a low growl, that was so deep and powerful I could practically feel the room vibrate, at which point I quickly exited making sure to rebar the door. The Voice was not present in either room and I found myself wondering where the hell it could go. Had it created its own room somewhere that I couldn't find? 

I would have thought that I would be thrilled to be without The Voice, but somehow was disturbed by its absence. As I stood there smoking it occurred to me that it wasn't so much that I was upset it was gone, the problem was it had left on its own, which meant it could just spring up again whenever it wanted to. This also proved the room I created for it really had no hold whatsoever. Apparently it really could come and go when it pleased. The only hole in that theory was if that was the case why would it leave me alone for prolonged stretches of time?

I shrugged and, dropping the cigarette ground it out with the heel of my boot, decided to enjoy the night air a little longer as I recalled the day. After my morning romp with my sister I had worked out for two hours, and then had gone back and picked Megan up to go visit Doug and Denise. The visit had gone well except I got stuck helping Doug clean out his garage, which consisted of him pointing at things then conveniently having to go back into the house for something while I moved them. From there I had my Tai Kwon Do class, which on Saturdays featured open sparring.

This was one of the few times I missed the Voice. When I needed to I could always, as I had done at Carson's, "slow things down". Well when I tried that today nothing happened except for me getting whacked in the head while I was waiting for it. I fought four times, winning them all; although the last one, a full contact match, had been a tough one against an ox of guy who was slow as hell but had to weigh three hundred pounds. I won on points, which I was not thrilled with as I had really gotten some hard shots in and I don't think he even noticed, on the other hand he had landed some vicious body shots that eight hours later I was still feeling.

I had gone home to shower and had panicked when I didn't find Megan there, but when I went into the kitchen found a note on the fridge that she had gone out to supper with Tommy. Megan came home at six, but I had only enough time to give her a kiss and tell her I'd see her later as I had to work the door at Baby Head tonight. My shift was six to midnight and it was boring as hell, not that as tired as I was I wanted any trouble, but the occasional brawl did at least make the night go by. Then again who was I kidding, the thought of my sister's long legs, full lips, and smooth pink pussy waiting for me at home had made for a long night as well.

On that note I sighed and went upstairs to my apartment. When I entered I had fully expected Megan to be in the living room painting, especially since I had seen the light on from the street. The living room was empty, although Megan's easel was set up and some of her paints were out. I approached the painting and shook my head. Megan was painting the "Tortured Soul" that she had sketched while in the clinic, she had finished most of the monsters but hadn't gotten to the river and the boat with its sole occupant yet. I was in awe at how detailed the painting was, how eerily real. Megan was talented beyond belief and I had no doubt would be famous someday. 

Turning from the painting I felt another twinge of unease. Megan had been doing amazingly well the last two weeks; going to meetings every night, staying away from bars and clubs, and even just sitting and sipping at a soda when she kept me company at Mitch's. Still in the last couple of years Megan had pulled several vanishing acts. Usually right after a stretch like this when everything seemed great and it finally seemed she was getting her shit together. The next step in the pattern would be her slipping and either getting drunk or doing a few lines, then rather than get back up and try again she'd feel terrible and, too guilty to face me or her parents, would leave.

In the beginning she would just hide out at some friend's houses, and then resurface. The last few times however had been New York and usually with Tommy, who had a bunch of party hound friends up there. I took a deep breath and seeing the bathroom door closed went over and lightly knocked. I didn't get an answer and opening the door slowly half expected another note in lipstick on the mirror. The bathroom was empty and the twinge became a sinking feeling. Of course the last time Megan had disappeared it had been after drugging me and taking my rent money, by far the lowest point she had sunk to.

I was turning to head for the bedroom when I happened to glance into the small kitchen and see another note on the fridge, walking slowly over I picked it up half expecting it to be some type of good bye letter. Instead it read;

Little Brother,

Was getting tired so I figured I would call it a night. Feel free to wake me up!

With a sigh of relief, I went into the bathroom and, after taking a quick shower, walked naked over to the bedroom door and quietly let myself in. The room was aglow with the flickering light of the several candles that were on the nightstands and, as I gently closed the door behind me, my eyes were immediately drawn to the sight of my sister lying in my bed. Megan looked absolutely amazing; she was lying on her stomach, her ivory skin a beautiful contrast to the black sheet drawn up to just under the small of her back, just low enough to expose her Baphomet tramp stamp tattoo. Just as sexy was her long raven black hair fanned across the smooth flesh of her back. 

Megan's long extremely well shaped right leg was sticking out from the covers and as I slowly approached the bed, my cock rising with each step, my eyes eagerly devoured that long leg starting at her bright red toe nails and ending at her creamy upper thigh. I made my way to the side of the bed, and after very gently getting onto it, lied down on my side. After taking another moment to admire the soft curve of Megan's back, and of course to inhale her strawberry scented hair.

Leaning over I placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder, then sliding her hair away from it, placed another on the back of her neck.

"Hmmm." Megan groaned then asked softly;

"Little brother, are you looking for something?"

"Nah," I replied as I began kissing the middle of her back between her shoulder blades. "I'm pretty sure I found what I want."

After saying that, I slid down the bed so that my lips could trail all the way down to the small of her back. 

"Ooooh." Megan cooed. "Are you getting fresh with your big sister?"

"Damn straight I am."

Tossing the sheet off I rolled over and slid even further down the bed so that I was lying between Megan's legs.

"Yeah Mark, you ohhhh!"

Megan groaned as spreading the cheeks of her amazing ass I flicked my tongue teasingly across her asshole.

"Oh look at you, being a bad boy and tonguing your sister's ass!" Megan whispered.

As she spoke Megan drew her other leg up under her, lifting her ass higher and giving me better access to her smooth pink pussy. Sliding my tongue from her ass I trailed it down between her wet lips to find and lightly tease across her swollen clit. As she let out a soft sigh of pleasure I breathed deeply, inhaling the intoxicating scent of my sister's pussy. I could feel my hard cock pushing down into the mattress and I had to resist the urge to just slide up onto my knees and just start fucking the shit out of my extremely hot big sister.

Instead I let my tongue wander back down and plunge into her soaking wet pussy. Keeping my tongue rigid I pushed it in and out several times then stopped.

"Aww," Megan whimpered. "Please don't stop little brother."

I pushed my tongue inside and held it there. Taking her cue Megan began to rock slowly back and forth pushing my tongue in and out of her hot little hole. As she continued to help me tongue fuck her Megan reached down between her legs and spreading her pussy open for me said;

"You know where that tongue needs to be little brother, be a good boy and suck on your sister's clit."

Pulling my tongue out I whispered;

"Damn that looks good."

Megan hadn't just spread her lips but had pinched her clit between her long red fingernails framing it perfectly for me. 

"Oh yeah Mark, oh baby just like that!" Megan gasped out as my eager tongue started swirling in slow circles around her hard clit.

As my tongue worked its magic I spread Megan's ass further apart and, sliding my right hand down, dipped two fingers inside of her dripping pussy. As Megan groaned and her hips started rocking back and forth into my face again, I worked the middle finger of my left hand into her unbelievably tight ass. 

"Oh, you like that don't you little brother?" Megan asked as pushed her ass back, driving my fingers deeper into her. "You love knowing you're the only one that can touch your sister's ass!"

My response was to start pumping my fingers in and out of my sister's tight little holes, while sucking her tender clit hard into my mouth. Megan moaned in pleasure as I began rapidly working her clit in and out of my mouth, matching the rhythm of my fingers. Megan's hand left her pussy and I knew she had slid it back up to join her other hand to play with her nipples. Megan's breath started coming in short gasps and I could feel her thighs starting to tremble against my pussy soaked cheeks. 

"Oh, oh right there Mark!" Megan moaned out in between those sexy little gasps. "Oh don't stop ohhhh I'm almost there!"

Sucking her clit into my mouth harder than before I held it there swirling my tongue around it. At the same time I pressed the finger that was in her ass against the ones in her pussy through the thin flesh that separated them. With a long loud squeal Megan began to cum. I squeezed her ass harder and buried my face even deeper into her gushing pussy so I could keep sucking her off as her hips began bucking wildly in my face.

"Oh Mark of please keep licking oh my, Ohhh!"

I was moaning myself as I felt Megan's pussy and ass contracting around my fingers. Even better than that was with each contraction my face was being coated with more and more of her sticky cum. Feeling her orgasm cumming to an end I couldn't resist pulling my fingers out and plunging my tongue back into her steaming slit. Megan let out a long shuddering moan and I felt her go limp in my face. I swirled my tongue around inside of her pussy, lapping up even more of her delicious juices.

"Hmmm," Megan cooed. "Someone likes how his sister tastes." She moaned again as I slowly slid my finger from her ass then said;

"As good as that feels little brother, you know what your nasty girl needs now."

As she spoke Megan drew her legs up all the way so that her knees were tucked up under her stomach and her small beautifully shaped ass was pointing up in the air. I let out a sigh of anticipation as while I got to my knees my eyes locked onto my sister's pussy, which was so wet it was dripping down her thighs. By this time my cock was so hard it was aching and with no hesitation I grabbed her hips and in one smooth motion buried my cock deep inside of my sister's amazing pussy.

"Oh fuck yeah!!" Megan cried out as I drove myself so far into her I could feel my balls slap against her wet pussy.

Grabbing Megan around her narrow waist I started slamming the shit out of her. I would have loved to have taken my time and teased her with my cock, but I needed my sister's pussy and needed it bad. Megan didn't seem to be complaining, as she was letting out loud yelps of pleasure each time my huge dick pounded into her incredibly hot tight pussy.

"Oh yeah little brother!" Megan exclaimed. "Oh look at you fucking the shit out of your big sister!!"

Looking was exactly what I was doing; admiring the sight of my long thick cock sliding in and out of my sister's welcoming flesh. Megan's pussy was so wet my cock was not only glistening with it, but was making a moist sucking sound every time I pulled out and slammed myself back inside. I moved my hands from my sister's hips and, placing them on her back, started pushing down onto her back in rhythm with my thrusts so that she was bouncing back up into me and my cock was being driven into her even harder. 

"Yes!! Oh yeah Mark you slam that fucking pussy!!"

"Yeah sis?" I asked her as I continued to shove her down into the bed. "You like your little brother fucking the shit out of you?"

As I spoke Megan pushed herself up against my hands, getting up onto her hands and knees and, turning her head, looked at me over her shoulder. My breath caught at how hot Megan looked; her long black hair was hanging in her sweat streaked face, but through it I could see her all but transparent blue eyes staring at me with a look of pure lust in them. Megan's mouth was open as she panted and moaned with every pump of my hard cock, and as I watched she licked her full lips and shouted;

"Come on Mark, don't hold back, take it!! Claim your big sister's pussy, go ahead and... mmm."

The rest of what Megan was going to say went into the pillow as, leaning forward, I grabbed her wrists and yanked them back causing her to fall face first to the bed. I pulled Megan's hands back until they met at the small of her back, quickly grabbing both her thin wrists in one of my hands. I reached down and, catching a hand full of her long sweat dampened hair, pulled on it bringing her face back up as I reared back and started really hammering into her hot little box.

"Oh shit!!" Megan yelled. "Oh goddamn that's hard!!" 

"You think that's hard sis?" I asked.

Letting go of her hair I leaned back onto my right hand and, pulling hard on Megan's wrists, brought her up onto her knees. I was bent back as well resting on my elbow and at this angle my cock was driving almost straight up into her. 

"Oh my fucking god that's deep!!" Megan screamed as I started thrusting my hips up into her.

I was pumping my sister with everything I had and at this point her yelps contained that delightful mix of pleasure and pain that drove me wild. As I stared at Megan's hair plastered against the sweat streaked ivory skin of her back, and listened to her whimpers of pain mixed with loud squeals of pleasure, I could feel myself getting close to cumming. Leaning back as far as I could I gave Megan's wrists a hard yank, causing her to cry out sharply in pain.

"Oh ow!!" She whimpered then, knowing exactly what I was looking for, yelped out; "Oh please little brother! Oh please it hurts!! You're hurting me, oh please stop Mark, pleeeeese!!"

Hearing my sister begging me to stop and moaning in pain sent me over the edge. I gave her a couple of more savage pumps that elicited another delicious wail of pain wracked pleasure, then, unable to hold back anymore, I buried my cock balls deep into her incredible pussy and felt myself explode inside of her.

"Oh damn!!" I groaned loudly as I felt the first enormous shot of cum shoot deep up inside of my sister's already sopping wet pussy.

"Oh yes oh give it to me baby!!" Megan shouted. 

I moaned again as Megan began bouncing up and down on her knees driving my spurting cock even further inside of her. I moaned again as I continued to paint the walls of my sister's amazing pussy with my hot sticky load. As good as it felt Megan made it even better as she whimpered out;




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 04



"Oh every drop, ohhh your big sister loves it when you cum inside of her!"

I let out a whimper of my own as, looking down, I saw that I had cum so much that there was some of it spilling out of my sister's overflowing pussy and down the length of my cock. I let go of Megan's wrists and she fell forward onto her hands and knees, causing my cock to spring free with another one of those sexy wet sucking sounds. With a long satisfied sigh Megan rolled over onto her back and, looking up, gave me one of those adorable huge crooked smiles of hers. 

"Damn, I'm going to bed before you from now on!" 

Before I could respond Megan looked down at my cock and, shaking her head, said;

"Now little brother you can't lie down with your cock all messy like that! Why don't you bring it up here and let your big sister clean it up for you?"

With that Megan opened her mouth and waggled her tongue invitingly at me. Not needing to be told twice I crawled up the bed and, swinging my left leg over Megan's chest so that I was straddling her, slowly dipped my semi erect, cum dripping cock into my sister's waiting mouth.

"Hmm-mmm." Megan groaned. 

I moaned as well as my cock was sucked into her warm wet mouth where her tongue began swirling around my shaft. I rocked my hips slowly, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth. My hips twitched as Megan sucked hard on just the tip of my cock and I could feel a couple more drops of cum trickle out. Megan pulled her mouth from my cock, her lips making a loud smacking sound and, smiling up at, said;

"All gone!"

"Damn." I said softly, all but falling down onto the bed next to her.

I had lied down on my back and turned to see Megan propped up on her elbow looking at me.

"Tired little brother?"

"Oh yeah." I said already feeling my eyes begin to close.

"Hey Mark?"

"Yeah sis?" I asked, trying to avoid sighing, Megan was a night owl even more so than myself and the sex had probably woke her up.

"Listen um, I was thinking." She hesitated then said; "Look Mark I was thinking of spending tonight at Tommy's." 

I turned to look at her, trying not to let the disappointment show on my face.

"Really? I thought you guys weren't really seeing each other right now."

"Yeah I know I wanted to take some time, but he's been taking me to the meetings and he was telling me the other day how much he's missed me and," She let out a sigh;

"Honestly Mark I've been here for two weeks and I don't want it to look funny. Before you say it Tommy gave up his apartment and he's staying with his parents in the basement apartment there so he's not as tempted to mess with the coke anymore and his dealers won't come around so you don't have to worry about that."

I nodded, she was right of course, sooner or later it would look funny, it had just been so nice to have my beautiful big sister to wake up to every morning. Not just for the sex either, but just how amazing holding her and being held by her felt. As close as I was to Krissy at one point, and even in the first few months with Cynthia when we were an actual couple, I had never come close to feeling as close to either of them. 

"Besides," Megan pointed out. "I'm sure Cynthia has missed you, I mean it's been a couple of weeks."

At that I put my head down and smiled sheepishly.

"Well, now that you mention it." I told her. "I may have um slipped off to Cyn's place for lunch a few days ago."

"Mark!" Megan exclaimed although she was smiling. "You were with her when I was spending the night?"

Before I answered I couldn't help but smile at the memory of that day; waking up between Megan's thighs, fucking the shit out of Cyn in the afternoon, and then finishing the night off by fucking my sister again. I then looked at Megan and noticed she was looking around as I tried to meet her eyes. I smirked at her and said; 

"Oh and I suppose that when Tommy's been whining about missing you, that you haven't caved?"

Megan tried to keep a straight face then laughed.

"Well, we may have caught a quickie after the meeting a couple of nights ago."

I shook my head as I knew damn well Megan was thinking what I had been. Starting and finishing with me and Tommy in the middle. Not for the first time I thought that my sister and I truly were a couple of sick puppies.

"Anyways Mark," Megan continued. "I don't want to stay with Tommy more than a night. I mean I'm not really sure where we stand, except he's definitely closer to me than I am to him and don't want to let him think that it might go back to it being serious." She shrugged "You know, like you and Cynthia."

"Yeah," I frowned. "You know lately sis I've been thinking about it just being Cyn, she really is good to me." 

Megan smiled.

"But Mark then you couldn't make any money from Mrs. Robinson the lawyer!"

"True." I said nodding and, let's face it, the money wouldn't be why I wouldn't want to give Robin up; the woman was smoking hot and insatiable. 

"You know Mark, Mom and I were talking today when you were helping Dad, she'd love me to come back and stay with them." Megan put her head down as a look of sadness came over her.

"But Dad still doesn't trust me and I can't blame him." She sighed then smiled a little. "Mom does want me to spend the weekend though so I figure I'll stay with Tommy tonight, go there, then come back here on Monday and stay for a few days is that okay?" 



"Yeah," I answered, although I'm sure I didn't sound overly enthusiastic. "You're probably right, it's just been great having you here." I laughed. "Reminded me of the old days at the folks." 

"No sneaking here though." Megan said and smirking added. "And I don't have to bite through the pillows when you're fucking the shit out of me."



Megan stared at me then reaching out she gently caressed my cheek with her long nails and said;

"I'll miss you too Mark, but you know it has to be this way."



She had an odd look as she said that last part and I understood it fully; the two of us could never be an actual couple, for obvious reasons, but I would be lying if I didn't say there were times when I wanted to say fuck it and try anyways. On the heels of that thought was the inevitable concern of getting caught, it would end my career before it even started. 



As I thought about it I watched Megan and was sure she was thinking along those lines, although for her it was the idea of her parents finding out. Three years after it had happened and Megan still felt guilty to lying to them after we had been caught in that hotel room. 



I could see it in her eyes that my sister was getting upset. In order to head off another of those melancholy funks she was prone to slip into I extended my arm and said;



"Come on over here sis, your little brother wants to curl up with his beautiful big sister."

With a huge smile Megan immediately rolled over to me and, lying on her side, draped her long leg over mine and, wrapping her arm around my waist, gave me a kiss then, with a sigh, rested her head on my chest. I sighed contentedly as I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and nuzzled my face into her hair. Reaching down with my other hand I grabbed Megan's hand where it was resting on my stomach and gave it a squeeze.

"Hey Mark?"

"Yeah sis?"

"I'll make a deal with you."

"About what?" I asked.

"Seeing as I won't be here for a couple of days, if you sleep in with me and don't get up to go to the gym early, you're nasty big sister will more than make it worth your while."

"Deal!" I laughed.

"Good." Megan said. "I love waking up with you."

Megan was quiet and after a couple of minutes as I felt my eyes begin to close I whispered;

"Love you sis." I said quietly.

"Love you too little brother." Megan said softly.

Megan was true to her word, as my morning started by waking up to the sensation of sister's soft wet tongue teasing across my left nipple. I opened my eyes and let out a sigh as I felt Megan suck my nipple into her mouth. I slid my hand up from her shoulder and ran it through her long hair. Megan lifted her head from my chest and, turning to look at me, smiled and said;

"Oh good you're awake, I didn't want to start sucking your cock until you could enjoy the show."

With that Megan slid down the bed and rolled over my leg so that she was lying between my thighs. Grabbing my rapidly hardening cock in her right hand Megan dipped her head beneath it and started gently sucking on my balls as she began slowly jerking me off.

"Oh damn that feels good sis." I groaned as her tongue swirled across my balls then started trailing its way up the length of my shaft.

"Yeah little brother? You like your nasty big sister sucking on your balls?"

"Oh, yeah I do." I whispered.

Despite the fact that Megan had been blowing me for the last three years, the sight and the taboo of seeing my big sister lying between my thighs tonguing my huge dick never failed to give me a thrill. Megan had parted her full lips and was now sliding her mouth up and down the length of my cock. My hips twitched as she flicked her tongue across the tip before slowly descending down the other side of my shaft.

"Hmmm, I love this cock." Megan moaned as she began rubbing it along the sides of her face.

"Oh that looks good." I told her.

My cock was dripping and my sister's cheeks were now glistening with my precum, as I watched Megan touched the tip of her tongue to the head of my dick and pulled back, taking a long string of my sticky fluid with her.

"You want me to suck on your big cock little brother?" She asked.

"Yes please."

"Ooooh," Megan cooed. "I love when you say please. Well you were very good to me last night little brother so you just lie back and enjoy."

With a wink Megan placed her gorgeous lips around the head of my cock and with deliberate slowness took my cock an inch at a time into her amazing mouth. I moaned as I felt Megan's lips touch the base of my shaft, where she began to swirl her tongue around my cock while slowly shaking her head back and forth. After holding me deep down her throat Megan slurped her way back up to the tip, then began rapidly bobbing her head up and down, taking me all the down each time.

"Oh shit sis, damn you can suck cock!" I told her.

"Mmmm hmmm." Megan agreed as she began to suck even faster.

I lied there moaning as I watched the incredible sight of my sister completely devouring my huge dick. Megan was moaning as well and she was grinding her hips into the bed, totally turned on to be blowing her little brother. I started to breath heavier as my sister wrapped her hand around my cock and began jerking me off as she continued to suck on me. I reached down and pulled Megan's hair from her face and as I did she looked up so that she was staring me in the eye as she continued to work my cock with her talented mouth.

Megan pulled my cock from her mouth and, looking up at me through her eyelashes, pouted and in that little girl voice that drove me crazy said;

"Little brother, I'll suck you off if you want, but I'd really like to feel that big dick in my tight little pussy." She pushed her lips out even further. "Can your naughty sister ride your big cock little brother?"

"You can do anything you want to me sis." I told her, fully meaning it. It's not like I wasn't going to make out one way or another, all I knew was that I was going to get to cum and damn hard too, it would just be a matter of where.

"Oh thank you sir!" Megan answered and getting up onto her hands and knees began to make her way slowly up my body.

I smiled at the sight of my naked sister crawling up from between my legs. Megan was low enough that her hard nipples were caressing my stomach and chest. I let out a moan as I felt her sopping wet pussy slide across my cock. Bracing her hands on my chest Megan swung her legs one at a time over my hips so that she was straddling me. I went to reach down and guide my cock inside of her, but Megan shook her head and whispered;

"Put your arms over your head."

Smiling I did as she said and, leaning forward, Megan grabbed my hands with her own, pinning them to the bed. As she held me down Megan bent forward and started sliding her hard left nipple lightly across my lips. I opened my mouth and started flicking my tongue across it causing Megan to let out a soft sigh if pleasure. It was then my turn to moan as Megan started sliding her wet pussy across the length of my cock. Each pass she pushed down, allowing my throbbing cock to almost but not quite slide into her hot wet pussy.

"Oh please don't tease sis." I begged as she switched off and started swinging her right nipple across my mouth.

"Oh I loooove when you beg little brother." 

With that Megan slid her wet pussy along my stomach then, sliding back, caught the tip of my cock between her lips and slowly eased down into it. We both sighed as my sister worked the length of my cock deep up inside of her and started rocking back and forth on top of me. Megan leaned down and, catching my lips, gave me a long lingering kiss, her tongue pushing into my mouth to caress mine.

Breaking the kiss Megan let go of my hands and, placing hers back on my chest, started bouncing straight up and down on my cock, driving it even deeper into her. I looked down between our legs enjoying the sight of my soaking wet cock sliding in and out of Megan's perfectly smooth pink pussy. Reaching down with my left hand I placed my thumb on her clit and started rubbing it in small circles.

"Oh yeah, oh look at you being good to your sister!" Megan cried out. 

Megan started slamming herself up and down harder and faster and, having already been sucked on for quite awhile, I could feel my legs start to tremble and my cock begin to twitch as I felt myself getting closer and closer to cumming each time my sister drove herself down on top of me.

"Oh damn sis," I groaned. "Oh you feel so fucking good!"

Megan could sense me getting close and, looking down at me, pouted and whimpered;

"Oh please hold on little brother! Oh please let your big sister cum first!" She smiled. "I'll give you a treat!"

Knowing what that meant I started rubbing my finger across her clit even faster and, bringing my right hand around her hip, spread her cheeks apart and managed to get the tip of my finger into her ass. The next time Megan slammed herself down on top of me my finger shot deep up into her ass and sent Megan off like a rocket.

"Oh fuck yeah!! Oh oh ohhhh..." Megan threw her head back and screamed so loud I was glad the bar was closed or someone might have called the cops.

Megan thrashed wildly on top of me as her pussy convulsed around my throbbing cock and she let out a series of sharp cries of pleasure. I closed my eyes and turned my head, trying to avoid the sexy sight of Megan's eyes rolling back in her head and her beautiful tits bouncing up and down. I was right on the edge and desperately trying to hold off to get my treat. At that moment I felt my cock getting even harder and whimpered as I knew I wasn't going to make it.

My sister however knew my body even better than I did and, as soon as I whimpered, reached down and, grabbing the base of my shaft, squeezed it tight.

"Oh ow!" I groaned as Megan had stopped me just before I was going to begin cumming.

Quickly swinging her leg over my waist Megan turned and, lowering her head, let my cock go just as she wrapped her lips around the head of it.

"Oh fuck!!" I cried out as I released a tremendous spurt of cum into my sister's waiting mouth.

I moaned and bucked my hips as Megan held her lips to the tip of my cock and her right hand jerked me off deep into her mouth. The faster my sister pumped my cock the more I seemed to be cumming. Megan was sucking as she was jerking and every long hard spurt was going right down her willing throat. Finally with another of those embarrassing whimpers that I could never help, I slumped back into the bed gasping for breath.

Megan gave me one more good hard suck then, sitting up, leaned across my chest and gave me another long kiss before rolling over onto her back next to me. 

"See little brother," She said in between breaths. "Your sister is the only thing you should be pumping first thing in the morning!"

Megan then rolled onto her side and, finding myself still tired, I curled up behind her and we fell back to sleep for another hour before the alarm went off. Despite the fact we had already fucked I found myself taking Megan again in the shower, nothing fancy just her bracing her hands against the tiles and me grabbing her hips and pounding the shit out of her until, once again, I exploded and painted my big sister's pussy with my cum. Not for the first time I thought that it was a good thing neither of us could have kids. 

Afterwards I took Megan to breakfast then, when we came back, I sat and watched her pack enough clothes for the weekend at Doug and Denise's. As I sat there smoking a cigarette I thought once again of how bizarre our relationship was. The fact that we had sex was, of course, wrong in itself, but that we did it while seeing other people was pushing it even more. I found myself wondering if we always would, I shook my head and smiled at the image of myself at thirty five or so, married to a beautiful woman and her saying to me;

"Your sister's coming to stay again? Wow Mark you guys really are close!"

I had laughed out loud and when Megan asked what was so funny I told her; she said the only thing funny about it was the idea I would ever get married. After thinking for a minute I realized she was right. When she had finished packing I grabbed Megan's bag and walked her downstairs to the old Celica that Tommy was letting her use; Tommy of course drove the brand new Camaro his rich daddy had bought him for his birthday six months ago. Megan's meeting wasn't until six but she was going to go over the folks place and have lunch and spend some time with Denise while Doug was working then go with Tommy.

"You gonna miss your sister?" Megan asked as we stood next to the car.

"I always do." I told her.

Megan smiled and hugged me tightly to her. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and we stayed there for a couple of minutes. As Megan pulled back from me I leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss.

"Watch out Mark, we're outside." She told me.

I shrugged, no one in this neighborhood got up before noon.

"Mark, you gonna spend some time with Cynthia?"

"Maybe why?"

Megan shrugged.

"I just don't want you to be alone that's all." She smiled. "Besides you were saying you were maybe thinking of dating her again." She stopped then with a sigh added;

"I just want to make sure you're okay Mark, that you won't... well you know."

I looked at her questioningly. Megan rolled her eyes.

"You won't get stupid will you?"

Max. She was talking about Max, as I thought about it; I realized that since that night she had stopped me Megan hadn't let me out of her sight, only going to meetings when I was working. Looking at my sister I felt good knowing that she was concerned about me. I smiled at the thought that my big sister really was back.

"I'll be fine sis." I told her smiling reassuringly.

"Yeah? You'll be okay without me?" She asked again.

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes I nodded and repeated;

"I'll be just fine sis. I always will be."

Megan smiled and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek said;

"Bye little brother I'll give you a call later."

"Promise?" I asked.

"Promise." Megan said as she got into the car.

I watched Megan pull away and sighed, I wasn't lying I would be fine. Megan and I were finally back to the way it used to be; the two of us watching out for each other and nothing, not even getting revenge on Max, would be worth losing my sister.




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 04



Mitch's was slow as hell that night and I was sitting at the bar shaking my head as I saw it was only eight o'clock I had come down at six and immediately gone over to Cynthia, who looked hotter than ever in a skimpy tank top that showed off her huge tits as well as leaving her flat tanned stomach bare, and short black skirt with knee high boots. Coming up behind her I wrapped my arms around her waist and whispered in her ear;

"Cat's away, would you like to play?"

Cynthia's answer was to reach down behind her and give my cock a hard squeeze through my jeans as she tilted her head up and kissed my cheek.

"Damn straight I do." She said.

I spent the first hour cleaning the tables and then shot some pool with a couple of the regulars before finally giving up and sitting at the bar reading Crowley's Book of Lies At one point I looked up as I heard Cynthia loudly clear her throat and when I did she flipped her skirt up, showing me black lace thong that left her full round ass all but bare. I made a show of slapping one of my hands hard against the other and Cynthia immediately straightened up and gave me an adorable little pout.

I winked at her and went back to trying to concentrate on the book, Crowley fascinated me, but after every couple of paragraphs the words would be replaced by the image of spreading Cynthia's ass and burying my tongue in her red haired pussy. I had just reached over the bar and, grabbing the bottle of Jack poured myself a shot, when the phone rang and the night went to hell. 

Cynthia grabbed it on the second ring and as soon as I heard her say;

"Yeah Tommy, he's here hold on."

As soon as I heard Tommy's name mentioned I felt all too familiar sinking feeling in my stomach. It'll be okay, I told myself, maybe he's just making sure I don't mind if Megan stays after I kicked his ass a couple of weeks back, just wants to let me know he's not into anything and my sister will be fine with him. 

"Mark it's for you." Cynthia called out leaving the receiver on the bar.

I took a deep breath and, as I walked behind the bar, continued to reassure myself; Megan was doing great, she had promised me it would be different this time. Still I found myself picking up the phone as if it were going to bite me.

"Yeah Tommy?"

"Hey listen, Mark," Tommy began, and this time my stomach plummeted, I could tell in his tone something was wrong. "Is Megan with you?"

I swallowed hard and said softly;

"She's supposed to be with you Tommy."

"Yeah well she hasn't shown up for the meeting yet and I..."

"The meeting was at fucking six!" I snapped into the phone. "You decide to call me two fucking hours later?!?"

"Whoa, hey Mark," Tommy was all but stuttering. "She called and said she was going to dinner with her folks and she would meet me for the eight o'clock one. It's only a few minutes past." He paused and sighed; 

"I already tried their house and Doug said she left there before he even got home, Denise said around three."

I closed my eyes and tried to stay calm. As I did Tommy continued;

"Megan told Denise she was going to see me."

Five hours I thought, she had a five-hour head start.

"Tommy does she still have your car?"

"Yeah why?"

"Report it stolen now."

"Yeah but Mark I don't want her to get in..."

"She's already in trouble you asshole and I'm sure she's heading for more, now call the fucking cops. I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Hey Mark," Tommy sounded panicked. "This isn't me man! I've been clean I..."

"I'm not coming to beat you, you fucking pussy!" I yelled at him. "I'm coming to pick you up so you can take me to some of the places she parties, maybe we can catch her."

"Oh," Tommy said with obvious relief. "Well I know some places but you know Mark she was hanging with some bad ass motherfuckers, I mean they can really handle themselves I..."

"Hey Tommy, ask Carson if I can handle myself. I'll be there soon, now call the police."

I hung up the phone and turned to Cynthia, who looked at me shaking her head.

"Is your sister missing again Mark?" 

"I'll find her." I told her. "Call Mitch if you need help later, I don't know when I'm coming back."

"Okay Mark," Cynthia caught me by the hand as I walked by and, as I looked at her, she whispered; "Be careful Mark, please."

"Oh trust me Cyn, I'm not the one who gets hurt, ever."

I got to Tommy's in record time and, as I beeped and waited for him to come out, I closed my eyes and called out in my mind;

"Where are you?" I hesitated and added; "I need you." 

There was nothing.

I opened my eyes as Tommy climbed into the car.

"I called Betty and she hasn't seen her since yesterday," He began already lighting a cigarette with shaking hands. "I tried a couple of other people and so far no one's seen her since she came back." He shook his head. "She was doing great Mark, she really was."

During the next three hours Tommy and I hit over a dozen clubs and several houses where he knew people partied. There was no sign of Megan at the clubs and no one at any of the first few houses had seen my sister. The fourth place we stopped however belonged to a guy named Butch who was one of the bigger dealers on the East Side and, as I stood there looking around, Tommy asked him if he'd seen Megan. Butch nodded and said he'd run into her at the gas station and had invited her back for some "fun" as he put it.

Tommy tried to ask him another question but Butch told him to screw it, wasn't his fault Tommy couldn't keep his girlfriend on a leash and he was done talking. Butch quickly changed his mind as a moment later I had his arm up behind his back, an inch away from breaking it.

"I'm not Tommy you prick," I hissed in his ear. "Where the fuck is my sister?"

"H-hey man easy!" Butch whined into the wall that I had his face pushed into. "Look she came back here and she asked if I had any candy, so I mean, well, I asked if she had any, so we did a few lines and fooled around and next thing I know she starts getting all fucking freaky, saying she fucked up again and something about facing people. I tried to get her to calm down but she got dressed and took off."

"When?" I asked. Please let it not been too long ago.

"Shit man, maybe around six."

Over four hours ago and she was in a car.

"Hey man," Butch continued to speak into the wall. "I hope you find her, I mean I was just having fun and..."

"Hey Butch?" I asked.

"Y-yeah Mark?"

"Go fuck yourself." 

With that I pulled his head from the wall and slammed it back into it. I did it once more before I stepped back and let him fall to the floor.

"Jesus Christ Mark!" Tommy snapped. "What the hell's wrong with...?"

Tommy never finished as I swung and hit him in the face, sending him sprawling.

"Find your own way home you piece of shit." I told him.

Tommy looked up at me wiping the blood from his mouth.

"Mark I didn't do this, I..."

I reached down and grabbing his collar stared into his eyes and said softly; 

"You set her on this path. Everything she has done since is on your head." I nodded and then added; "If they ever find my sister dead of an overdose Tommy, you won't live to hear about it."

I quickly stepped back as I could feel myself wanting to start swinging and knew full well I wouldn't be able to stop. The dog was growling in its room and there was a part of me that wanted to let it out. I walked outside and, getting into the car, waved at Tommy who had followed me out as I peeled away. I needed to calm down, I shouldn't have hit Tommy, it wasn't his fault, but I needed to take it out on someone.

Once again I looked into my mind and sought The Voice, it would know what to do; it always did. As had been the case before I could feel no trace of it. I felt another wave of nerves go through my stomach as I realized that this time I really would be alone. I arrived back at Mitch's where Cynthia was waiting for me; she looked upset as if she had been crying. I went up to her and, before I could even ask, she started talking;

"Mark! Megan was here and..."

"When?" 

"A couple of hours ago but," Cynthia shook her head. "Mitch came in a few minutes after you left and sent me out to Baby Head to get a few bottles of things we were low on. I told him what was going on and he said he would watch for Megan."

"So what happened?" I asked already knowing it wouldn't be good.

"I was gone about an hour, when I came back in Mitch said Megan had come strolling in like nothing was wrong and when he told her you were running around worried about her she rolled her eyes and said she had just run into an old friend and went for dinner and then she went upstairs."

Cynthia put her head down.

"I went right up there and started knocking but there was no answer so I went out back and there was no car." She put her head up and I could see she had tears in her eyes. "I think she got her stuff and left."

"Oh you stupid fuck!" I snapped out loud.

Megan had played it perfectly; she had known I would go looking for her and had come by and, seeing the car gone, had come in. It had worked out even better for her that Cynthia was gone.

"I'm sorry Mark," Cynthia said. "I shouldn't have gone, I wouldn't have left her alone, I..."

"It's not your fault Cynthia." I told her quietly. "She would have found a way or, if not, just left without her things."

I turned and walked towards the backroom.

"I'm going upstairs."

"Mark?"

I turned to her.

"Why don't I come up tonight and keep you company, you look like you could use it."

I looked at her and wanted to tell her yes. I didn't want to be alone, and Cynthia would stay all weekend if I wanted her to. As I continued to think however I realized that this was where the problem was in the first place; needing someone. I had loved Krissy and ended up breaking both of our hearts, I loved Megan dearly and now, for the second time in less than two months, Megan had hurt me, now Cynthia wanted to get close to me. I shook my head and said;

"Thanks Cyn, but I need to be alone."

"Yeah but Mark..."

"Good night Cyn I'll see you tomorrow night."

I went upstairs and immediately saw the note pinned to Megan's unfinished painting. I walked over and pulling it off read it;

Mark, once again I'm sorry, but the tormented journey of my own soul continues. No matter what I do I feel empty. I tried little brother, I really did, but I need something to help me get through and don't want you to have to see it. I'll call you soon, please don't hate me. Megan.

Feeling numb I walked over to the couch and sat down. Turning Cyn down had left me completely alone for the first time I could remember, no Megan, no voice. After a half hour or so I went into the bedroom and laid down staring at the ceiling. I closed my eyes even though I knew it was useless and spent the next hour or so trying to fall asleep. Finally giving up I got up and, after lighting several candles around the room and sitting cross legged on the bed, began to meditate.

After awhile my mind began to relax and I found myself thinking about fate, destiny and where my sister and I had gone wrong. The obvious answer was that we were weak and unappreciative of the second chance that life had given us. Megan's weakness of course was more glaring; her addiction overcoming her once again. Now that I thought of it, perhaps it had been fate that had caused her to steal from me. Had my sister not done that I would have never gone to the Green Bar and run into Max.

Following that train of thought, I realized that The Voice had been right; Max had been put there as a reward, a way to exorcise my demons. I had thought Max a test, but now I knew that the true test was my sister being sent back to me to talk me out of it. I had failed that test, allowing my love for my sister, and fear for my future to stop me from achieving my revenge. Now it made sense; once Megan had caused me to fail, she fell again. Fate had used her to test my will and I had come up wanting, failing to practice Lex Talionis, the law that my beliefs were based upon.

I was getting ready to open my eyes when, for the first time in over two weeks, I felt that odd sensation of being watched;

"It's not too late." The Voice whispered.

"Where were you?" I asked out loud.

"Waiting for you to man up and grow a pair!"

"I'm sorry I was weak." I whispered. "You were right, I failed."

"It's not over yet Mark," The Voice said calmly. "We can still get him, we know where he is."

"Yeah," I said then, unable to help it, blurted out. "I'm worried about Megan."

When I said it I expected the Voice to either start screaming or threatening to go away again, instead it said quietly;

"I know Mark, I am too."

"I thought you hated Megan." I said.

"That's not true Mark," The Voice answered. "I love Megan she's our sister."

"But you always tell me to forget about her."

"Because I'm the part of us that knows where to draw the line Mark." It sighed. "I'll tell you what Mark, we'll take care of Max and next time Megan comes back I'll help you help her."

"How?" I asked.

"Not sure yet Mark, but I have never failed you have I?"

"No."

"Okay then, you get me Max and I'll help our sister, deal?"

I took a deep breath and nodded. I felt better already; The Voice was back and I had another shot to make things right. Who knew, maybe when I passed my test fate, as a reward, might bring my sister back and let me help her.

"Maybe Mark," The Voice agreed. "But you have to take it all the way with Max."

"Kill him you mean?"

"Nothing else will do Mark. Can you do it?"

I found myself smiling.

"The dog can."

I felt The Voice smiling back at me.

"Very true, but not at first Mark, Max needs to know why he's dying, so we will have to stay in control for awhile."

"Toy with him." I whispered.

"We have a lot of pain to make up for Mark. It can't be quick."

"Oh," I said smiling at my reflection in the mirror. "It won't be."

"That's better Mark, you can't fight destiny." The Voice laughed. "Now why don't you call downstairs and tell that little pig to come up and take care of you."

"I did want her up here." I told it.

Once again I had the impression that The Voice was smiling. I was smiling as well; it was good not to be alone.

"Then take what you want Mark."

Part 7: The trap is set.

The Green Bar opened at noon but I wasn't able to get there until twelve thirty. It had taken me until this morning to realize that, afraid Megan would find it, I had flushed the coke I had bought from Keith down the toilet. I called Keith at ten and he was more excited to hear from me than he had been the first time. I made him even happier this time, buying twice as much; unfortunately I couldn't meet him until eleven thirty and I found myself hoping that Max's connection hadn't already gotten there. 

I sat in my car for a minute and took a few deep breaths, making sure I would be calm when I saw Max. I had been getting used to seeing him, but a couple of weeks had gone by and I had to be certain I would be in control. Today the Voice had said we would play it differently, that when the time came we would end up pissing Max off and I had to be sure I could hold back if Max threatened me. Why we were going to piss him off I wasn't sure, but the Voice said that it would be important later on. I didn't understand, but no longer needed to. The Voice had been there for me for years. Unlike my sister it had never left me, from now on I would just trust it.

When I entered the bar Max was there sitting at the bar with a beer in front of him. I walked over and sat down on the stool next to him.

"Hey." I said simply, as I pulled out a pack of Marlboro's and, tapping one out, lit it. Max turned to look at me.

"Where you been kid? Haven't seen you in a couple of weeks."

"Busy." I answered as I waved the bartender Billy over.

"Hey let me get a smoke." Max said.

Without waiting for an answer Max grabbed the pack and took three out.

"Help yourself," I said sarcastically then snatched the pack away from him. "Things cost money you know."

Knowing me by now Billy brought over a beer and a shot of Jack.

"Fuck the beer, give it to him." I pointed to Max "And get me two more shots."

"Thanks." Max said, sliding the beer over to himself. 

Billy brought over two more shots. I did the first one alone then taking the second in my hand slid the third to Max. and held mine up.

"Cheers."

Max picked up the shot and tapping my glass downed it.

"You into some money this week kid?" He asked. 

I nodded.

"As a matter of fact I've been doing alright the last few weeks."

As I spoke I glanced over at him;

"I couldn't make it last couple of weeks, your friend still come by on Fridays?"

"Usually about 1." Max told me. "You're in time." 

I nodded then, looking straight ahead, smoked in silence. As I did I could feel Max staring at me.

"Hey Mark?"

"Don't look at him."

"Hmm?" I continued to stare away from Max.

"Where did you come from?" 

At this point I did turn to look at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

Max shrugged.

"Never saw you before, then you show up and keep coming back, now you're looking for a hook up."

"You think I'm a cop?" I asked. Max looked as if he were thinking.

"I don't know, you look pretty young, how old are you anyways 22?"

"Around that." I told him.

"What's your last name?" 

"Let's get him going Mark."

I turned away again.

"My business." I replied.

"Hey," Max said grabbing my arm "Look at me when I talk to you." 

I froze; I knew that tone, had been hearing it in my sleep for years.

"Not yet!"

I slowly turned my head towards Max.

"Move your fucking hand." I whispered softly.

Max stared at me, his eyes widening as if he couldn't believe what he had heard, as he stared I exhaled my cigarette directly into his face. 

Max jerked his head back and as he did I yanked my arm free from his sweaty grip.

"What the fuck's your problem?" Max demanded.

"I don't like to be touched." I said "I also don't like twenty questions. Fuck Max, we hang out and have beer, you don't need to know shit about me."

"You know kid I've told you before about that mouth."

"Max, I just gave you cigarettes, a beer and a shot and you grab me like an asshole and start wanting my life story, I think you got the problem today." I smiled and continued;

"But I guess you're a little antsy aren't you Max? Waiting on your connection, has it been awhile?" 

Max looked at me.

"I just wanna know your game Mark, you're here for somethin' kid."

Once again I shrugged.

"I told you what I'm here for today." 

At that point Billy came over to grab the glasses and, before I could order more, Max sighed then finally said quietly;

"I know you don't I?" 

I hesitated and I felt the Voice do the same. A minute later it laughed;

"Oh this is perfect! Play along Mark, see where it goes."

"What makes you think that?" 

Max shook his head.

"More a feeling than anything, look at me for a minute."

"Fine." I said and locked eyes with him. 

As I focused on Max's watery blue eyes I felt a strange burning sensation in my own and somehow knew the Voice was making them darker. A moment later I felt it again. Max squinted at me.

"Hey.." He began then stopped as I felt the burning again.

"What the hell was that?" Max asked.

"What?" 

"Your eyes just changed color." 

I laughed.

"You high already Max? Well, do you know me or not?"

"Maybe not, I'm just jumpy, got burned by a narc before." 

Before I could answer the door to the bar opened and a tall thin black man came in. I smiled as I realized I knew him; his name was Jake and he sold for Carson, a nickel and dimer, but then again at a place like this that's all you could get. This was perfect, what would be the odds it would be someone I knew? 




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 04



"Destiny, Mark Destiny."



I watched as Jake sat down at a table with a couple of guys for a couple of minutes. Next to me Max was staring at Jake his mouth working as if chewing, but there was nothing in it. I had seen Megan do this; geeking they called it.

"That's your guy?" I asked.

Max nodded, still fixated on Jake who had just been given an envelope. He looked inside and counted the contents slowly, enjoying the anxiousness of his customers. After a minute I saw him pass a small packet under the table.

Jake rose and began to head towards them.

"Gonna give me a nod Max?" I asked.

"Yeah sure." He said.

"Max my man." Jake said as he reached them.

"Jake." Max said, already reaching into his pocket. I glanced over at Billy who was watching TV.

"No worries kid, Bill looks the other way." Max told me then spoke to Jake.

"Hey this kid's new here, and he needs a little something."

"Yeah?" Jake asked looking at me "New faces make me nervous Max."

"He's cool Jake,been hangin here awhile, and wants to sample the local flavor."

"Yeah well hey, a friend of Max, well you know." Jake said and put his hand out to me. I ignored it and said; 

"Damn Max I thought you had taste."

" What?" Max asked as Jake pulled his hand back looking pissed.

"C'mon Max," I said shaking my head. "This is one of Carson's bottom feeders. Shit's cut more than a deck of cards."

"Hey asshole I don't know who you are but you're interfering with my business here." Jake said as he turned to Max.

"You got my money?" 

Max nodded and began counting out twenties, his hands were shaking.

"Pathetic piece of shit."

"Hold on Max." I said "I can get you better than this."

"Knock it off kid." He said as he finished counting his money. "I thought you wanted a hook up."

"I could get stronger in the candy store." I said.

"You know what you little fuck?" Jake snapped." You need to take a walk before you get hurt."

"Yeah Mark," Max chimed in. "Cool it, you don't want any fine but..."

"Hold on." Jake said staring at me. "Mark?"

"That's me." I said smiling at him.

Jake stared at me looking me up and down his eyes lingering on my tattoo's.

"Megan's little brother." He said softly.

"In the flesh." I said, then smirking asked; "How's Carson these days? Still smiling?"

"Jesus man," Jake said putting his hands up in a go easy gesture. "We have no problem here, none at all." 

"What the hell's going on?" Max asked.

Jake ignored him telling me.

"Hey Mark,no one's been near Megan, trust me, Keith put out the word."

"Really?" I asked."I heard last blow she bought was from some tall skinny nigger who works the Olnyville area."

"You heard wrong man." Jake said "I haven't seen her in months, she don't hang around here."

"Jake?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"Get the fuck out of here. I won't allow my friend here to waste his hard earned money on your watered down garbage."

"Yeah well listen Mark, this is my spot and... hey!!"

Jake jumped back as I stood up quickly. 

"It's still your spot Jake," I said shrugging. "You're just a sale short today, unless of course you want to fuck with me." I smiled wickedly. "Your teeth would make a nice necklace."

"Enough bullshit!" Max snapped as he put his money on the bar. "Jake, I'll beat you myself now, who are you more afraid of?"

"Hey" Billy yelled. "Take that shit outside if yo got a problem."

"Well?" Max asked. 

Jake stared at Max who was literally twice his weight and towering over him then at me where I was leaning against the bar. I smiled and tapping my teeth winked.

"Listen Max." Jake said quietly. "I can't, not today."

"What?!?" Max went to grab him and Jake quickly jumped back.

"Max I'm not kidding!" Billy yelled.

Billy was approaching them, the bat that he kept behind the bar in his right hand. Max spun to face Billy and I stepped back; Max had the look. His face was beet red, his eyes bulging he was practically spitting when he spoke;

"Mind your business Billy!" Max yelled, the few other customers were all standing in anticipation. As Max had turned away Jake ran out of the bar.

"Train's leaving Max." I told him. Max turned around just in time to see Jake go through the door.

"What the fuck!" He yelled then spun back to me. "You little fucking runt." He paused, breathing deep.

"Outside!" He snarled. "Now!"

"Calm down Max." I said quietly.

As Jake had done, I put both my hands up palms out, the only difference was between the middle and index fingers of my right hand was a small white packet. Max hesitated staring at it.

"Oh yes Max, come and get it."

"Come on Max." I said to him. "Let's take that walk outside." 

Without waiting for a response I calmly walked towards the door, knowing Max would follow. I exited the bar and walked along the front, and around the corner where I stopped and leaned against the wall. Max came around the corner seconds later.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked. "And where did you get that?" 

I smiled at him.

"You're right Max. I do have a reason for being here the last couple of weeks. You see I represent some new blood in town and I'm looking to stake some new claims so to speak."

"You deal?" Max asked.

As he spoke he was looking at my hand trying to see if I still had the packet(,) the way a dog would look for a treat from its master.

"I do Max, and trust me when I tell you I have better stuff than you're buying from Jake, waaay better my friend."

"Why didn't you say anything?" 

I shrugged.

"I needed to see whose spot it was. Were not big enough to take on some of the big boys, but Jake's nothing and so is Carson."

"Is that how Jake knew you?"

"Yup."

"He was afraid of you."

"Carson and I had words a few weeks ago. Someone got hurt, it wasn't me." 

"Yeah you look like you can handle yourself."

"And you, you fat fuck."

"Anyway Max, thing is what I have is so sweet and so pure, and I am so sure you'll want more that the first taste is on me my friend." 

I put my hand out as if to shake and, as Max did, I passed the packet to him.

"Yeah?" He asked sliding his hand into his pocket. "That good?" 

"I'll give you my number, you'll be calling tonight and you can get just as much from me as Jake with that two hundred you have, but mines twice the bang, trust me."

"This all you have with you?" Max asked.

I nodded.

"That's all I have until Sunday so save your money Max, play some pool if you need to because we will be doing business."

"Who's your man?" 

I laughed.

"C'Mon Max, I'm not stupid. Just try it out on the house and we go from there."

Max nodded.

"Yeah we'll see if it's that good."

"Fair enough," I told him. "Hey come with me for a sec."

I crossed the street to my car with Max following.

"Damn kid this is a nice ride." 

I opened the driver's door and, sliding in, turned the key and revved the motor. Max whistled;

"Shit kid that's something you must be doing alright."

"Business is good Max, know why?"

"Cause it's the best shit out there?"

"Now you're learning." I smiled realizing I was enjoying myself. Reaching into the glove compartment I removed a pen and a small pad and wrote my name and phone number.

"Call me when you want more." I said passing the number to Max.

"Yeah alright kid," Max reached in and clapped my shoulder hard with his hand. "You take it easy."

"I take it anyway they'll give it to me Max." I said with a wink.

I closed the door as Max laughed and waved to him as I pulled away. 

"Got him Mark! We fucking got him!"

Part 8. Mark puts on a show.

Unlike last night Mitch's was pretty busy. Mitch was hosting a "reunion" with a bunch of his biker buddies from New York. Because there had been trouble when he had done this a couple of years ago the bar was closed to the public tonight so the entire crowd were current or former hells Angels.

There were probably close to two-dozen people at the bar and around the tables, which wouldn't have been too bad had Cynthia been on with me, but I had forgotten that she had needed the night off to go to Boston for a family thing. Mitch was there but may as well have not been as, rather than staying behind the bar to help me, was out at one of the tables shooting the shit with his old cronies. Mitch's friends drank like fiends, and, the fact Mitch was letting every other round be on the house, helped with that. I had been running all night and was barely keeping up. 

In a way I was glad to be busy as it kept my mind from spinning about Max. I had spent the rest of the day feeling as if I were in a dream. Did I really just set a man up to come to my place and kill him? I had thought that if anything I would be nervous and worried, especially considering I had no plan whatsoever as far as how I was going to dispose of close to three hundred pounds of dead meat. Yet I found myself feeling excited, as if killing Max was what I was meant to do and it would be the trigger to bigger and better things to come.

The Voice was excited as well, talking all day long about how, when the time came we would meet our destiny head on and become so much closer than what we were now. I wasn't sure I understood but found I didn't really care. All in all I have to say I was feeling pretty fucking good, the fact that I was doing shot after shot myself while serving wasn't hurting either. The only thing that could have made the night better would be Cynthia being here. As hyped up as I was I had been looking forward fucking the living shit out her. Not only fucking her but completely controlling her as well, treating her like the fucking whore she was. Because it had slipped my mind that she wasn't going to be here, I wasn't even wearing underwear, hoping to try to get her to blow me behind the bar like she had once before. 

I was so worked up just thinking about it that my cock kept getting hard to the point that I was beginning to scan the crowd to see if there was someone else there I could take it out on. There were maybe a dozen or so women there, all a lot older than me, but most of them still pretty good looking. The only problem was I was in the mood for something wild, and Cyn was trained, I couldn't pull that shit with someone I had just met. Then again, I thought as I watched a couple of the biker bitches slut themselves around as the juke box played, they had to be pretty hardcore to be running with a gang.

As if reading my thoughts I heard a voice say;

"Hey baby what's your name?"

I turned to see a woman with long dirty blond hair, and dark brown eyes leaning on the bar to my left. She was wearing a black Harley Davidson tank top with no bra underneath. In addition to her huge tanned tits almost falling out of the top, her hard nipples were all but poking through the thin material. I immediately found myself wondering what she looked like waist down.

"I'm Mark." I told her walking over to stand directly in front of her.

"Tori." She said flashing me a killer smile.

"A pleasure." I said looking directly down her shirt where I could just see the rose colored skin of her nipple.

"I'll bet you are." She said smirking.

"I do what I can." I told her flashing my own perfect smile.

Tori reached out and ran her long red nails down my arm.

"I'll bet you can do a lot." 

"Hey watch out pretty boy!" Mitch called from the other end of the bar. "That's a faster ride than you can handle."

At that quite a few of the bikers laughed and, as I looked back at Tori and saw her smirking again, I had the feeling this was a set up. That thought was confirmed when Mitch then called out; 

"Hey Mark, I know Red's not here but I think there's a lot of women here who'd still like to see your little show!"

"Hey someone's gotta work around here!" I called out to him.

"Aww, come on Mark." Tori said smiling at me. "You don't want to dance for me? Mitch said you put on a hell of a show." With that she reached out and squeezed my arm. "I've been known to put on a pretty good one myself you know."

As I looked at her I could see a lot of the bikers, men and women both, watching. This was definitely a set up; sending a wild one up here to scare the pretty boy bartender. 

"I mean unless you don't want to." Tori said giving me a little shrug. "I mean you are still pretty young." 

"Hey Mark, the bitch wants a show, let's give her one."

I hesitated, this wasn't the college crowd and I had a feeling this could become embarrassing.

"Go for it Mark, it's another step in our evolution."

I wasn't sure what that meant and the Voice continued;

"Were not like the rest of the herd Mark, let's give them something they won't forget!"

"Take the bar old man!" I called out to Mitch.

Mitch stood up from where he was and called out to the crowd;

"Everyone's all set for awhile right?"

As the crowd all called out that they were I looked over at Mitch and caught him winking at Tori. Walking over to the end of the bar I tossed a quarter to a guy standing next to the juke box.

"D7." I told him.

I then started to walk around to the other side of the bar to grab Tori and see how much of a kid she thought I was when I started grinding my cock into her ass.

"Oh no pretty boy!" Mitch called. "On the bar," He laughed and added; "Didn't I tell you? This is ladies night!"

As the women all whistled I looked at Mitch, who was rail thin with a long grey pony tail and a permanent limp. Not for the first time I thought that he reminded me of Wade Garrett from Roadhouse. As I continued to stare I also saw he was drunk out of his mind, most of them were. As soon as he had said it Mitch walked away from the bar and waved his arm in my direction.

"Come on girls get up nice and close so you can throw Mark some money, after all he is just a poor college kid trying to get by."

"You'll pay for this old man!" I called out to him. 

As Ted Nugent's Stranglehold began to play I looked around and saw all eyes were on me. Over a dozen women had come up to stand right before the bar, and the guys were hanging back a bit, but all facing me. Reaching behind me I picked up the bottle of jack and, tilting my head back, poured a long shot of it down my throat. As I put the bottle back down I saw Tori walking away from the bar. I also noticed the bottom was even better than the top. Tori was wearing a denim skirt that was so short I could see the curve of her ass cheeks, her long tanned legs were well muscled and she was wearing a pair of stiletto heels that looked painful to walk in. As my eyes wandered up I could see the top of what looked like a huge tattoo on her back just over her tank top. 

"Let's go pretty boy!" Mitch called out.

"Come on Mark; let's show them not all men are created equal."

Putting my hands on top of the bar I vaulted easily up on top of it, getting a cheer from the women in the front. Springing to my feet I turned sideways and executed a perfect back flip to take me into the middle of the bar, where I started swaying my hips to the grinding beat of the music. Several of the girls whistled and, after I did a quick spin, I dropped to my knees directly in front of one of the women and, pulling my shirt half way up, gave her a little shimmy.

"Oh goddamn," She whispered as she reached out and ran her hand down my chiseled stomach.

Reaching out I grabbed her hand and put it on my crotch where I was already starting to get hard just from having them all staring at me.

"Holy shit!" She exclaimed.

I sprang to my feet and, I strutted down to the other end of the bar to where a blond was waving a ten dollar bill at me. Once again dropping to my knees I reached down and, after letting her tuck the ten into my jeans, then sliding off the bar to sit on the stool raised my arms. Taking her cue she grabbed the bottom of my shirt and tugged up over my head. My cock twitched again as I heard several women whistle and cheer.

The woman who had removed my shirt was staring wide eyed at my chest and, on a whim, I grabbed the back of her head and pushed it into my chest so that her mouth was on my nipple. With no hesitation she opened her mouth and started to tongue it. I turned sideways so the women next to her could get a good look and noticed the blonde was playing it up, making a show of flicking her tongue across my hard nipple.

"Oh you guys are going to be paying!" I heard Mitch yell.

"Yeah we'll see!" Someone responded.

Pulling back I was ready to hop back up on the bar when the Voice piped up;

"What? We don't return the favor?"

Leaning forward I cupped my hands under her smallish tits and waggled my tongue at her. The blond's eyes widened and she seemed to hesitate as I had.

"Go ahead Sherry, show him those tits!" An older woman a few feet away yelled.

Rather than take her shirt off Sherry pulled down not just the edge of the shirt but the top of her bra as well, allowing her tits to pop out. As the crowd cheered I eagerly leaned down and sucked her right nipple into my mouth. Sherry groaned and grabbed the back of my hair as I had done to her. I shifted top her other nipple and, as she had done, made a show of swirling my tongue around her hard pink nipple. 

Regretfully I pulled back and, after giving her a quick kiss, hopped back up onto the bar, where swaying back over to the middle again, I made a show of unsnapping my jeans.

"Yeah baby whip that thing out!" A brunette who had to be pushing fifty called out to me.

I worked my way over to her and, pulling my zipper partway down, pulled the jeans to the side to show the edge of my pubic hair.

"All the way baby!" The woman shouted out.

That was a little further than I was going to go at this point. Instead I jumped off the bar landing in front of her and, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her close to me, whispered;

"Go on and reach in honey."

I have to say these women were pretty bold as, with not so much as a seconds hesitation, I felt her hand go into the front of my jeans and immediately wrap around my now very hard cock and squeeze it."

"Oh my god!!" She cried out. Then instantly started jerking me off in my jeans.

Unable to help it I let out a moan and started to try to pull away.

"What's the matter Mark?" Mitch laughed. "These women too much for you?"

Before I could answer the woman grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down into a hard kiss where she all but forced her tongue into my mouth. The entire time she was still pumping my cock and, after I moaned again, I did push back away from her. As I did she tried to hold onto me to pull my cock out but my wrist had caught hers and took her hand away.

"Oh come on baby," She said laughing. "You got nothing to be ashamed of."

"You're going to owe me Mitch!" Someone yelled.

"Hey Mark," I heard a female voice call out. "Come on over here and dance with me."

I turned to see Tori standing over near the pool table. As I watched she walked over to one of the thin wooden beams that ran floor to ceiling and, grabbing it with one hand, let her weight go and expertly spun herself around on it. The guys all cheered as she spun herself down to the bottom, crouched down and ran one of her extremely long legs up the pole. From fifteen feet away I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties. 

Tori swung herself back up and, after spinning around the pole again, pointed her ass directly at me and wiggled it back and forth. As she did one of the guys leaned over and hiked her skirt over her hips, exposing her bare ass. Tori reached back and, after slapping her ass a couple of times, stood up and, turning to me, smiled and made a come here gesture.

I felt my heart start to beat faster as I realized what was really going on. There were nothing but bikers in the bar and they were waiting for a real show. Mitch used to tell me stories about some of the, pretty much flat out, orgies they would have back in the day and how it would be nothing for one of the women to take on a guy, or sometimes two or three, right in front the rest of the gang. Mitch had made a crack that it took a real man to fuck in front of a roomful of people and I had laughed and said I was sure I could do it.




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"That's because we can Mark, if you've got it flaunt it." The Voice laughed again and I was starting to wonder if my buzz had transferred to it. "And baby we got it!!"

"Uh oh," One of the guys called out. "I think you scared him Tori!" 

Stranglehold died out to be replaced by the equally grinding beat of AC DC's She's got the Jack

"Come on baby!" Tori called out extending her hand. "Let me make a man out of you!"

"Oh bitch please!!" The Voice made a disgusted noise. "Mark, show this skank we take what we want."

The Voice was right, as was the older woman who had been fondling me, I had nothing to be ashamed of. Not only that but after years of playing the game with my sister I was far more than Tori was expecting. My heart was still pounding in my chest but my cock was also throbbing in my pants as I pictured Tori's smooth pussy winking out from between her legs. Stepping away from the bar I started to walk over to where Tori was and as I did everyone else stepped back a few feet and all turned to face us. 

"That's my boy!!" Mitch called.

I noticed he sounded further away and, as I glanced over, I felt my breath catch even more; Mitch was locking the door so no one could walk in.

"There you go baby!" Tori called out. 

As I got closer to her Tori put her arms over her head and started swaying seductively to the beat. When I reached her I put my hands on her hips and began swaying with her. Tori put her right arm around my shoulders and, pulling me close to her, started rubbing up against me. My breathing picked up as I could feel her hard nipples rubbing across my chest through her shirt. Tori spun around so her back was to me and, pushing her ass into my cock, started grinding up and down on it. 

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her tighter to me, and started thrusting my hips into her.

"Ooooh. someone's excited." She cooed.

Tori leaned her head back and, turning it to the side, began to kiss and suck on my neck. Sliding my hands up from her hips I grabbed her tits through her shirt, getting some whistles from the crowd. Those whistles quickly turned to cheers as Tori put her arms up over her head and I slipped it over her head, exposing an enormous tattoo of a winged dragon across her back. I tossed the shirt to the side and as soon as I did Tori grabbed my hands and placed them over her tits. 

I groaned at how good her huge tits felt in my hands. Tori let out a gasp of her own as I found her nipples and started rubbing them between my fingers. Tori reached back behind her and, after squeezing my cock, whispered;

"Not bad if you can use it baby I...ohhhh!!" 

Tori moaned as I gave her nipples a light pinch. Grabbing my hands one at a time Tori brought my fingers to her lips wetting them and then placing them back on her nipples.

"Hmmm," She sighed as she let herself lean into me as we continued to grind to the beat. "Yeah baby just like that." 

We continued to sway like that for a couple of minutes and, as we turned,I once again saw everyone watch us, most with smirks on their faces waiting for things to get really heavy. They didn't have long to wait as Tori leaned forward and, removing my hands from her tits, pulled away from me and, turning, held her beautiful full tits up, her fingernails framing her rock hard nipples.

"Want them?" She asked. 

Leaning in I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face into her left tit, sucking her rose colored nipple into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it.

"Oh yeah you suck that tit." Tori moaned.

I switched to the other one and, as I did, brought my fingers up to play with her other nipple. The air conditioner was broke and I could feel myself sweating, Tori was as well and the feel of her sweaty tit pressed against my face was getting me even more worked up. I was so hard right now my cock was beginning to ache and I found myself hoping this wouldn't be some kind of a tease in the end.

Tori pushed my face away from her tits then, putting her arms around my shoulders, shimmied down to her knees and, staying there, placed her mouth over my cock through my jeans. 

"Oh damn," I whispered as she started sliding her mouth back and forth.

Tori looked up at me her dark brown eyes staring into mine, pulling her mouth away from my crotch she smiled and reaching up began to unzip my jeans.

"You ready baby?" She asked.

Without waiting for an answer she pulled my zipper all the way down and started to reach into my pants. I looked around and saw over two dozen people staring directly at Tori between my legs. I felt Tori's hand wrap around my cock and her breath hiss out as she felt how thick it was. My heart was pounding even harder and I suddenly felt a twinge of nervousness come over me. Without realizing I was going to do it I stepped back from her.

"I told you Mitch!!" I heard someone yell.

"Aww bring that back baby." Tori said from her knees.

I heard several people start to laugh, and distinctly heard one guy say;

"Never send a boy to do a man's job!"

"Stop fucking around Mark! Show them what you got!"

Quickly reaching down as if it was what I meant to do all along, I grabbed my cock and with a flourish whipped it out, almost hitting Tori in the face with it. By this time the entire crowd had gathered down at this end to be able to see and I smiled at the amount of gasps I heard as I exposed myself. 

"Goddamn look at that thing!" One woman exclaimed.

To my delight I noticed the men became eerily quiet, except for Mitch, who yelled;

"Christ kid, no wonder Red's all over you!"

"Ohh baby," Tori whispered, looking up at me she licked her lips and said softly;

"Oh you bring that right back over here."

I stepped back up to her and Tori immediately grabbed it with her right hand and started slowly pumping it. I stifled the moan that was trying to come out as she stroked my throbbing prick. Tori took her left hand and, putting it over the right, started jerking me off with both hands.

"Damn," One of the women standing to my left said; "Two hands and there's more."

Tori looked up at me once more and, leaning over my cock, slowly stuck her tongue out just far enough to slide across the tip of my cock. This time I did moan and a few of the women laughed. Tori however was far from laughing; letting go with her left hand she placed my cock against her face and started rubbing it along first one cheek, then the next. There was a look of absolute lust on her face as she started slowly licking my shaft from top to bottom. I focused completely on her forgetting about the others around us. 

Tori reached the top of my cock placing her lips over the tip of my cock and after pulling my jeans all the way down, grabbed my hips and in one smooth motion took my cock all the way down to where I could feel her bottom lip touching my balls. 

This time I couldn't even try to cover up the loud groan that came out when, after a few seconds, Tori still holding my hips and using only her mouth, started rapidly sucking my cock in and out of her incredible mouth. Tori moaned around my cock as I reached down and started playing with her nipples. As intent as I was on watching Tori devour my cock like a starving dog would a steak, I couldn't help but become aware of some of the comments flying around the bar.

"She keeps sucking him like that he won't last a minute when he fucks her!"

"Hey Tori suck him off! He's a kid, he can go twice!" 

I sat there feeling as if I were in a dream; I was getting an amazing blowjob in front of over two dozen people and they were debating how I should cum. Further adding to that feeling was when several women started chanting;

"Suck that cock! Suck that cock!"

Tori was definitely listening to them as she started blowing me even faster and harder. I was starting to breath heavier and moan even louder, especially when she dropped one of her hands from my hip to start playing with my balls. Suddenly a guy called out;

"Hey Tori, let him be a man and fuck your mouth!" 

Another guy chimed in with;

"Yeah it's not like you don't love it, you slut!"

Tori instantly stopped sucking and, holding just the tip of my cock in her mouth(,) placed her hands down on her hips and looked up at me.

"Hmm-mmm." She said.

Totally caught up now, I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and started fucking her mouth fast and hard. Apparently whoever had called her a slut was right as Tori began moaning around my cock as I brutally face fucked her. I was going as hard as I dared and she was easily taking my entire length. The only problem was I could feel my legs shaking and I didn't know whether I should stop or not. The crowd made my mind up for me as they started chanting.

"Suck him off! Suck him off!"

Tori reached up and, grabbing my hips, started pulling me into her mouth and pushing me back again, helping me to fuck her mouth. I let out a loud gasp and several people started to cheer like it was a sporting event. Finally I couldn't hold back any longer with a long loud moan I felt my cock explode into Tori's mouth. The crowd could tell I was cumming and once again were calling out;

"Suck him dry Tori!" 

"Take it all!"

Tori was whimpering in pleasure and her eyes were rolled back in her head as I shot spurt after spurt of hot cum down her more than willing throat. When I finally stopped cumming I tried to pull away, but Tori held onto my hips and started sucking hard on just the tip, getting a couple more drops of cum but also causing me to let out one of those embarrassing whimpers. The sound was not lost on the crowd as I heard a woman call out;

"Aw Tori your going to make him cry!"

Tori pulled her mouth from my cock with a loud smacking sound and, turning her head to look at Mitch and several of the other bikers, opened her mouth wide to show she had taken it all.

"You're a good girl Tori!!" Mitch said laughing.

I stood there panting, my legs shaking, wondering what was next. I didn't have long to wonder as Tori stood up in front of me and, walking over to the pool table, shimmied out of her skirt and, sitting on the edge of the table, beckoned me over.

After slipping my boots off and stepping out of my jeans I walked naked over to her. As I did I became aware of every woman's eyes glued to my body. My cock had not gone completely down yet and, as I saw the look of desire on all their faces, I felt myself starting to rise again. Someone else noticed as well as I heard.

"Christ Tori you didn't even tire him out." 

"That's why I love them young!" A woman called out.

"Who you kidding?" A guy responded. "You love them if they're breathing!"

When I reached the table Tori smiled and pointed at the floor.

"Just fuck her Mark! Pig like that doesn't deserve anything else!"

"Come on Mark, she took care of you!" A woman yelled out.

As I stood there Tori leaned back and, reaching down, spread her pussy open and slipped one finger inside.

"Come on baby," She whispered; "You know you want a taste."

I couldn't argue, not caring what the guys thought I should do, I dropped to my knees and, grabbing Tori by the thighs, pulled her right to the edge of the table and, draping her legs over my shoulders, eagerly plunged my tongue into her sopping wet pussy. 

"Oh yeah baby," Tori moaned. "Oh that's nice!"

After spending a minute tongue fucking her, I slid my tongue through the length of her wet pussy and, finding Tori's swollen clit, swirled my tongue around it before sucking it into my mouth.

"Oh damn," Tori moaned. "That huge fucking cock and you can suck pussy, oh shit Cynthia's a lucky bitch!"

"Hey Tori we can't see!" A woman's voice shouted.

I felt Tori lift her legs up off my shoulders and looked up to see she had hooked her arms around the backs of her knees so that the people standing behind me could watch me tonguing her pussy. Although I had just cum minutes ago I was once again aware of my cock hard and throbbing between my legs. Seeing as Tori hadn't played around or teased, and had pretty much sucked me right off, I decided to return the favor. While sucking her clit rapidly in and out of my mouth I brought my left hand around and shoving two fingers inside began pumping them in and out in time with my sucking.

"Oh, oh yeah baby!" Tori moaned. "Oh suck that pussy, you show these guys what a man you are!"

"Damn straight he's a man," A woman remarked sounding as if she were right behind me. "Look at that fucking back and those arms, goddamn!"

"Shit man, he is going at it!" A guy said from somewhere to the left.

Whereas before I was trying to ignore the crowd I now found myself eating it up. I was on my knees butt ass naked licking the pussy of a woman I didn't even know, a woman who five minutes ago had sucked me off, and was loving every minute of it. As a matter of fact as I continued to work Tori's pussy with my tongue and fingers all I could think of was getting her off so I could fuck her.

If the long drawn out moans coming from Tori were any indication I wasn't going to have to wait much longer. In addition to sucking on her clit even harder and pumping my fingers faster, I took my right hand and, placing my finger at the tip of Tori's asshole, I hesitated. I really didn't know her and wasn't sure if I should or not. A second later Tori gave me the green light moaning;

"Yeah baby shove it up there, you know you want to, you...Ohhhh!"

Tori moaned loudly as I plunged my finger into her tight ass and then started gasping, letting out sharp little yips that sounded like hiccups, her thighs began to tremble and I knew it wouldn't be long now. The crowd knew it as well as first one or two, then several women began chanting;

"Cum! Cum! Cum!" 

Tori gave them what they wanted and in style; as throwing her head back she let loose with a loud high-pitched wail of pleasure. Tori let her legs go and, as she wrapped her thighs around my head, she reached down and grabbed my hair, completely burying my face in her soaking wet pussy. As Tori wildly bucked her hips and moaned I continued to suck on her clit. Suddenly Tori arched her back and, as her thighs spasmed around my face, she cried out and her pussy gushed into my face. I pulled my head back and, as I did, she convulsed again sending out a spray of her sticky juices that splattered in my face.

"Damn!" I exclaimed wiping at my face. I had never seen anything like it, my entire face was coated.

Several people laughed and Mitch yelled out;

"Oh by the way Mark, Tori's a squirter!"

"Sorry baby," Tori gasped out propping herself up on her elbows to look at me. "Guess one good load deserves another huh? I... Oh shit!!!"

Tori cried out as, leaping to my feet, I grabbed her ankles and, spreading her legs, plowed my huge cock straight into her dripping pussy.

"Oh fuck!" Tori squealed as, shifting my grip from her ankles, I grabbed the heels of her shoes and extending my arms all the way out, spread her legs to where she was all but doing a split. 

"Goddamn that's hot!!" A woman called out behind me.

"I told you mother fuckers you'd be paying!" Mitch laughed.

I drove my cock in to the hilt then slowly slid the entire length out and just as slowly eased it back in. I was teasing the shit out of myself, but was enjoying the look of absolute ecstasy on Tori's face as my massive cock completely filled her hot wet pussy. 

"Oh damn that's fucking big," She moaned. "Oh fuck baby, you got a nice cock. You... ohhh fuck yeah!!"

I had teased enough. Rearing back I began to fuck the shit out of Tori as hard and fast as I could. Tori had her head back and was yelping with every thrust of my huge dick and the crowd was loving it several women started calling out;

"Harder! Harder! Harder!"

Tori's pussy was so wet that every time I drove my cock in I could hear a wet squishing sound and I could feel my thighs getting wet as I continued to stuff her with my huge cock. I looked down and smiled at the sight before me; Tori's head was thrown back and she was moaning continuously, her eyes were closed and her mouth open as she gasped with every pump. Tori's huge tits were covered in sweat and sliding back and forth as I slammed the shit out of her. 

"Oh, oh yeah Mark!" She cried out. "Oh baby fuck me harder!"

I was going as hard as I could but realized I could go deeper. Pulling my cock from her I stepped back and told her;

"Get on your knees."

That got a roar from the crowd and someone shouted.

"Yeah Mark you fucking tell her! Treat her like a fucking pig!"

Tori smiled and winked at me before rolling over onto her stomach and getting up on her hands and knees.

"The other way." I said point to the end of the table...

Tori did as I asked and, walking around the end of the table, I paused and, bending my legs, slightly leapt straight up onto the table. The crowd whistled but all I cared about was the sight of Tori's well shaped ass and sopping wet pussy pushed up in the air awaiting my cock. I didn't make it wait long as, dropping to my knees, I grabbed her hips and with one smooth thrust of my hips plunged my rock hard cock back into her steaming slit. 

"Oh my fucking god!!" Tori screamed. "Oh that's fucking deep!! Oh Oh!"

"Damn," A guy called. "She's screaming like a fuckin' school girl!"

Holding her hips I started fucking her as hard as I could, to the point where her ass was slamming into me so hard we would both probably have bruises in the morning. Tori was squealing loudly with every thrust and several guys were now chanting;

"Fuck that bitch! Fuck that bitch!"

Tori and I were both covered in sweat and gasping for breath, but I had cum only a little while ago and just kept drilling her. As I continued to pound the shit out of her I couldn't help but look around the room, every set of eyes were on us. The women were all but drooling over me and of course the men were mostly looking at Tori, but when their eyes glanced my way they looked at me and I could see envy in their eyes. I really couldn't blame them; I had the looks of a model, the body of an athlete and the cock of a porn star, never mind an above average mind that was going to make me the best lawyer in the state. I was the true alpha, the best of the best.

"Every woman wants us, every man wants to be us."

A movement brought me back from that thought and I saw a woman come up to Tori and hold out a bottle of Jim Beam. I slowed up fucking her as Tori held her head up and the woman poured shot of it into her mouth. When she was done the woman came around and passed me the bottle. As I continued to pound Tori I lifted the bottle and, throwing my head back, poured a double shot of the liquor into my mouth.

Handing the bottle back, I reached down and, grabbing Tori's wrists, pulled her hands back behind her and, holding onto to them, began fucking her even faster and harder than I had been.

"Oh fuck!!!!" Tori screamed out. 

"You're making me proud pretty boy!" Mitch yelled. "Look at you take that bitch!!"

"Holy shit he's nailing her!!" Someone else yelled.

I was absolutely hammering away at this point, using all the strength in my hips and lower back. Tori was letting out one long continuous wail and I could feel my legs start to tremble as I was finally getting close to cumming. I let Tori's wrists go and, as she put her hands back out in front of her, I went back to my knees and, leaning forward, placed my hands on her back pushing her back down and her ass further up. I reared back and gave her several more, even harder pumps that had her all but wailing, I gasped and once again the chant went out;

"Cum! Cum! Cum!" 

"Oh cum baby!!" Tori yelled. "Oh please cum!!"

Tori's begging sent me over the edge and, after a couple of more savage pumps, I pulled my cock out and was planning to spray her back, but as soon as I had pulled out Tori started to move. I grabbed my cock and squeezed it, holding myself back. Tori rolled over onto her back and, holding her tits up, said;




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 04



"Go ahead baby, all over me!"

I let go of my cock and a huge spurt of cum shot out and hit Tori's right tit, covering her nipple and splattering across her chest. Leaning over her I continued to jerk my cock, sending several more squirts of cum across her tit's and stomach. Finished, I leaned back on my knees and, resting my hands on my thighs, sat there with my head down panting. Tori was panting as well, lying on her back on the table, one of her long legs draped over my right thigh.

The crowd was whooping it up, but I wasn't really paying attention to them. A woman came over and handed Tori a towel from the bar and, after taking a minute to wipe my cum from her tits and stomach, she sat up and kissed me.

"Jesus kid." She told me. "You are something." 

I smiled tiredly at her but, before I could answer, I heard Mitch call out;

"Hey come on people let's not be cheap huh?"

As I looked up several people threw bills at us that landed on the pool table, mostly tens but I saw a couple of twenties.

"Now," Mitch was saying. "Anyone who bet against Mark pay up!"

I grunted and shook my head as it seemed like most of the crowd lined up to hand Mitch money.

"That's okay hon," Tori said. "My money was on you." She then laughed;

"Well on me really, I mean I figured I could get you going, but you did pretty good on your own."

I glanced at the clock and, seeing it was only ten, looked back at Tori who was stretching her arms over her head. I watched her gorgeous tits lift up as she did and realized I could still smell and taste her pussy on my face. 

"Hey Tori," 

"Yeah baby?" She asked.

"I live upstairs; you maybe wanna have a private show later?"

She shrugged.

"I don't know, my boyfriend might get mad."

"Boyfriend?" I asked.

"Yup," She pointed to my left. "He's right over there."

I turned to see a tall thin guy with a long pony tail and arms that were covered from wrist to shoulder with tattoos.

"Hey Reggie honey!" Tori called and waved at him.

Reggie nodded at her, then looked at me and also gave me a slight nod. 

"Damn, that's fucked up."

"Hey Reggie," Tori called out. "You care if I spend the night with Mark?"

"Never mind," I began. "I..."

"Tell you what," Reggie said. "If Mitch lets me slide on the hundred I bet against him. I'll let you go."

Before I could say anything Mitch yelled over.

"Hey that's fine with me. Pretty boy here deserves a reward after that."

Tori smiled at me.

"Guess I'm all yours."

The sound of the phone ringing, startled me out of a deep sleep. I sat up quickly and then moaned;

"Oh shit!" 

My head was pounding like there was no tomorrow and I could barely keep my eyes open. As the phone rang a second time I squinted at the clock and saw that it was almost three am. 

"Damn baby, who the hell calls this late?" Tori asked from where she was lying next to me.

I glanced over at her and shrugged. I closed my eyes trying to recall the rest of the night. After we had put on our little show we had gotten dressed and hung out at the bar drinking like frat boys. The entire thing seemed crazy, guys were coming up to me and clapping me on the back like I had just hit a home run, and the women were telling Tori how lucky she was that she had drawn the short straw to fuck me. We had come up here, where we had fucked like animals until we all but passed out. 

The phone rang again.

"You gonna get it?" She asked.

I groaned and getting up, stumbled to grab the phone that was just outside the bedroom door. As I was just getting to it I wondered if it was my sister.

"Yeah?" I croaked my voice hoarse

"Hey kid!!" Someone yelled through the phone making me wince.

"Who the fuck is this?" 

"Hey Mark it's Max!"

Max. I became instantly awake and after clearing my throat said.

"It's fucking three in the morning Max."

"Yeah I know, hey kid you sound like shit."

"Because it's three Max." I repeated. 

"Yeah sorry, but I tried to call you a few times tonight and didn't want to leave a message."

"Could have called tomorrow Max."

"I guess, but hey kid you weren't kidding that was some damn good smack!"

"I told you." I said feeling a growing sense of anticipation building in me.

"Yeah well I got about three hundred, when can we hook up?"

I took a deep breath before answering. This was it the point of no return.

"Come on Mark reel him in."

"My guy usually comes around nine on Sunday so why don't you come by my place around ten?"

"Sounds good kid. Where you live?"

"You hear of Mitch's on Branch ave?"

"Um, that's near the Zayre's right?

"Yup."

"Yeah I know it; I heard it's a pit."

"Thanks Max." I told him. "I live upstairs from it."

"Oh, well hey, don't I feel like an asshole."

Max giggled after he said it. In a sick way it sounded like the one my sister made when she was flying high.

"No worries Max, I'll still take your money."

"Okay so ten at Mitch's." 

"Yeah beep when you're outside."

"Great kid, see you then."

I hung up the phone and felt my heart racing. I was really going to do it. Turning I walked slowly back into the bedroom and, as I got onto the bed, looked at Tori, who had gone back to sleep. She was lying on her back and the sheet had slid down, leaving her right tit exposed. Despite how tired I was, I was just as excited about Max and I felt my cock begin to stir. Leaning over I started sucking on her nipple.

"Huh?" Tori moaned opening her eyes. "Jesus baby you can't want it again."

"I do." I told her grinning.

"Damn Mark we fucked like five times already and you want more?"

I yanked the sheet back and, rolling over on top of her, lowered myself down and shoved my cock inside of her still damp pussy.

"Ohh damn." She groaned as I started to fuck her. "You just help yourself don't you?"

I smiled down at her.

"I always take what I want."



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Note from the author;

As always all characters are 18 or over.

Okay first off let me say thank you as the first four chapters of Lex have done far better than I expected; with great votes and dozens of e-mails. I really put this up as I said as a bit of a guilty indulgence and didn't expect a lot as Lex is more like a novel with some hardcore sex than an erotic story however as I said the response has been overwhelmingly positive! Now the one qualm I had with putting Lex on the site was the violence in chapter 2 and of course the anticipated violence when Mark faces Max. This is a sex site so I figured I was kind of taking a gamble. However let me just say form the unbelievable amount of e-mails I have received calling for Max's head and how they hope Mark really unloads, I have to say you are a blood thirsty bunch out there! So without further adieu here is Chapter Five, Part Nine the calm before the storm and the much anticipated part Ten where Mark faces off with Max entitled "Every Dog has its day" Enjoy! Lovecraft68

Part 9. Sunday Morning. Calm before the storm

I was lying in my new bed, in my own room, in the first place I was told I could call home in years. Even better than that, was that on the other side of the adjoining bathroom was my big sister Megan. Not only had I not seen my sister since I was five years old, but because of Max had thought she had passed away years ago. Despite all these things I was still nervous, part of me thinking that maybe this was too good to be true. Maybe Doug and Denise would somehow find out how messed up I really was and decide they didn't want me, or maybe they weren't as nice as they seemed and would hurt me the way Max had.

I was also nervous because it was dark. I had only been here a few days and was embarrassed to ask them for a nightlight or some candles. I sighed and, rolling over to face the window where I could see the faint glow of a street lamp, closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep. I awoke to the sound of the door opening and footsteps running across the room. I sat up and tried to get out of bed but I was too late. Before I could react they were on top of me; two of them pinning my arms and a third boy jumping on top of the bed and straddling my chest. 

I tried to yell, but before I could get anything out the boy on top of me punched me hard in the mouth.

"Yeah, not so bad now are you Mark?"

I tried to throw him off me but couldn't, I recognized the boy who had hit me, his name was Royce and he had made fun of me at lunch. That hadn't bothered me, but when he tried to take my lunch I had pushed him, and when he swung at me, I had grabbed him and smashed his face into the cafeteria table.

"What, got nothing to say freak?" Royce asked and hit me hard in my eye.

"He's never got nothing to say." One of the other boys said.

"Yeah, he doesn't even make noise when you hit him!" The third said and proved his point by slamming his fist into the side of my face.

"That's cause he's fucking crazy, aren't you Mark?" Royce asked slapping me in the face.

"Fuck it, he don't make noise, no one knows were in here!"

With that Royce swung and hit me, then again and again, the next punch hit me in the nose and I felt it break.

"Let's see how pretty you are tomorrow you little freak!" Royce laughed.

I woke up screaming and swinging, but there was no one there of course. I sat up gasping for breath and my heart was pounding so hard it my chest hurt. I tried to take some deep breaths but couldn't calm down. I jumped at the sound of a knock on my bathroom door.

"Mark?" It was Megan. "Are you okay?"

I didn't answer and a second later the bathroom door opened and my sister came in the room.

"Hey little brother you okay in here?"

I looked at her and shrugged.

Megan came over to the bed and, as she did, I found myself staring at her. Until a couple of months ago I hadn't seen my sister since she was seven and a little girl. Now Megan was eighteen and she was absolutely beautiful, with long black hair, and those unreal crystal blue eyes that I had always remembered. Megan reached the bed and, sitting on the edge of it, asked me again;

"Mark you alright?"

I pulled my knees up to my chest and shook my head.

"Bad dream little brother?" She asked softly.

I nodded and, reaching out slowly, Megan ran her hand down the side of my cheek. I normally didn't like to be touched, but found myself leaning my head into her hand.

"It's okay Mark, it was only a dream." 

I shrugged.

"They can be bad though," Megan began. "Trust me, I have them too and they can be pretty rough sometimes." 

As she spoke Megan had slid further up onto the bed. She was wearing a pink night shirt with Scooby Doo on it, and her hair was pulled into a ponytail. I looked at her and with an effort whispered;

"I'm scared Megan."

At the sound of my voice Megan smiled at me. Despite the fact I was scared I found myself wanting to smile back. My sister had the biggest smile I had ever seen and the left side seemed to curl up more than the other, making it look lopsided.

"Don't be Mark, no one will hurt you here, trust me."

I nodded. Megan then said;

"Do you want to talk?"

I shook my head.

"No, I-I'm really tired."

"Oh, okay." Megan said. "Then lie back down and go to sleep Mark, I'll go back in my room, I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

I looked at her and realized I didn't want her to leave.

"I-I'm..." I hesitated. "I can't sleep, Megan I'm scared to."

Megan looked at me for a minute as if she were thinking then said;

"Hey Mark, remember when we were little kids and things were scary when Mom would have those guys over?"

I nodded.

"Well back then you used to lie on your side."

She looked at me expectantly and, realizing what she wanted, I stretched my legs out and turned to face away from her.

"There you go little brother." Megan said.

A second later I felt her get on the bed and press herself against my back. Megan slid her arm around my waist and, pulling me even closer to her slid her other arm under my neck so that my head was resting on it. 

"How's that little brother?"

"Better." I whispered.

I could feel Megan's breath on my neck and her arm felt good around me. Having her close to me made me feel a lot better. After a couple of minutes I realized what I felt was safe. I could even feel myself relaxing. I closed my eyes and found that they wanted to stay closed; I was so tired and felt like I could go to sleep.

"Thank you Megan." I whispered;

Megan kissed the top of my head and said quietly.

"Mark, listen to me. Things are going to be okay from now on, know why? Because your big sister's here now and she's never going to let anything happen to you ever again."

The image of my sister holding me that night faded away and as it did I realized I was dreaming. Somewhere in my mind I thought that it was odd that I knew I was dreaming. Was it possible to have a dream within a dream? Regardless of whether I was truly asleep or in that state of just waking up when dream and reality crossover, I watched as another image shaped itself before my eyes.

I was eighteen and Megan was sitting on the edge of my bed in her skimpy black tank top and panties and she was asking me;

"Have you ever thought about kissing me?"

A moment later I leaned into her and for the first time tasted my sister's incredibly soft lips. Once again the image shifted to another scene from that fateful night; Megan wearing only her panties lying on her stomach between my thighs. As I watched my sister slowly rubbed my cock alongside her face then, with a wink, took it into her mouth and started to suck on me. The vision went into fast forward and now Megan was on her back and I was over her, easing my cock into my sister's welcoming pussy for the first time. Megan pulled me down to her and, while kissing me, wrapped her arms and legs around me pulling our bodies even closer together.

The scene shifted once more and we were lying in Megan's bed on a rainy Saturday morning. We'd had extremely rough sex the night before, but this morning I had taken my time and, using my hands, tongue and eventually my cock had thoroughly enjoyed every inch of my beautiful sister's amazing body. Megan told me I had beautiful eyes and I smiled at her. Megan laughed and I knew it was because I had given her that shy little nervous smile she loved. With any other girl, I was capable of flashing a perfect lady killer smile, but with my sister I always felt like a shy little kid.

"I love that smile." Megan laughed. 

Much like my smile, my sister's laugh had a shy childish ring to it.

"And I love that laugh." I told her.

I was going to say something else but stopped as, looking at my sister, I became overwhelmed with emotion. As I stared into Megan's amazing blue eyes I felt something as if suddenly there was more between us than there had been. Megan was looking back at me and I could tell by the look on her face she felt it to. I leaned in slowly to kiss her. As our lips met I felt that feeling growing, I realized it was the same way I used to feel when I would kiss Krissy; it felt good but it went beyond mere touch. When I was with Krissy, and kissed her this way, I would always lean back and whisper I love you.

I broke the kiss with Megan and, looking once again into her face, saw that she was watching me expectantly, I swallowed hard and, whether I was supposed to or not, was going to tell her how I felt, just then we heard Doug calling me from outside the bedroom door.

The image that came to me next was a simple one, but one that made me the happiest; Megan and I lying in bed, her on her side, and me curled up behind her, my face buried in her neck breathing in the scent of her strawberry shampoo. 

"Good night my beautiful little brother," Megan whispered; "Your big sister loves you."

"Wake up Mark; it's time to meet our destiny."

As I opened my eyes I realized I could still smell strawberries. Turning my head slightly to the right I found my face buried in Cynthia's long red hair. I was lying on my back with Cynthia lying on her side snuggled up close to me. My arm was around her shoulders and her arm was across my stomach. The sheet was pulled up to our waists, but I could feel her leg draped across mine. I breathed deeply taking in the smell of her hair and, then turning my head looked at the clock. It was only seven and Max wasn't due until ten.

"I figured you'd want some time with Cynthia before we get ready."

How did you wake me up? I asked in my head. I had always assumed the Voice was awake or asleep when I was.

"I'm always awake." It said softly.

Not too long ago that answer would have bothered me. Today however, I didn't really care. The Voice had spent the last couple of days talking about us becoming more in tune with each other so that we could handle Max easier, so I guess this was part of it. I suppose the way the Voice was changing should get to me, but all in all I was feeling pretty damn calm. On that note I had to say that it was a little disturbing at how mellow I had been feeling the last couple of days. My sister was MIA again, and probably on a bender, and oh yeah, in about three hours I planned on killing a man, but last night I had slept like a baby and even now was feeling extremely relaxed. 

The fact that I had Cynthia's warm soft body pressed up close against me, and knew damn well I would be enjoying it very shortly, added to that feeling of peace. Cynthia's head was nestled into my shoulder and, as I turned my head, I could just see her face. I couldn't help but smile at how peaceful she looked. I also found myself thinking that Cynthia really was a beautiful girl. As much as I wanted to wake her up, I decided to lie there and enjoy watching her for a while. Because I'd had difficulty sleeping my entire life I sometimes found myself fascinated by watching a woman asleep next to me. As I continued to look at Cynthia's soft features, and listen to her deep steady breathing ,I began to let last night replay through my mind. 

Despite my little show on Friday night, which was proof yet again that I couldn't ever get enough, I had spent a lot of time Saturday thinking about Cynthia. Sunday was going to be my showdown with Max and, even though the Voice had been continuously reassuring me that we wouldn't get caught, there was always a chance. Because of that I wanted to very much enjoy Saturday night as well as Sunday morning. Not only that but I felt it was high time I treated Cynthia the way she deserved, rather than the fuck toy that I had been using her as for the past few months. 

As a matter of fact, when my day had started by Mitch banging on my door at ten to tell me his friends were leaving and Reggie would like his girlfriend back, I had asked him not to tell Cynthia about what happened. Of course that was after he had clapped me on the shoulder and asked me how it felt to become a real man. I had rolled my eyes and then, at that moment, Tori came strolling out of the bedroom wearing the skirt and tank top from last night and carrying her heels in her hand. Tori came over, gave me a long tongue filled kiss and, after giving my cock a squeeze through my jeans, told me to stop by the Red Dragon if I was ever in New York. Tori gave Mitch a quick peck on the cheek and told him she'd see him next time around. 

Mitch turned to leave as well, but hadn't answered me about Cyn, so I asked him again. Mitch said he wouldn't say anything and none of the other guys were regulars so she wouldn't hear about it. Mitch then smirked and asked; 

"Why do you care? I thought you and Red were you know? Casual." 

I shrugged.

"Yeah well I've been thinking about that." 

Mitch shook his head.

"Pretty boy, these are the best years of your life." He laughed. "There isn't a piece of pussy out there you couldn't score. I mean last night was something kid, Tori's no joke and you had her fucking eyes rolling." He shrugged. "Red's hot Mark, but you could have them all plus her."

"Yeah well maybe I just want her for now." 

Mitch nodded and told me not to worry, then told me he was going up to New York with his friends and wouldn't be around for a few days. To me that was all the better as, once in a great while, Mitch would show up at the bar on a Sunday or Monday to take inventory or just kind of hang out. It also meant that at least, for now, there was no way Cynthia would here about what happened with Tori as, despite his word, Mitch talked like an old lady when he drank. 

I had then gone to the gym as usual and, after spending the rest of the afternoon driving around to antique stores and consignment shops until I found a silver platter that was a close match to the one Max had used to split my head open, headed back home. On the way I passed a florist and, on a whim, stopped in and bought Cynthia a dozen red roses which, once I got home, I put in a vase and left on the desk in the back room of the bar. 

When I had gone downstairs at seven to work Cyn had already been there since four, when the bar opened, and was looking damn good in a pair of very tight denim shorts, white knee high gogo boots, and a white t-shirt that looked a size too small, stretching across her more than ample tits. There were already several people in the bar and I was going to wait until I could catch her in the back to show her the flowers. Although Cynthia and I played around on the bar to the juke box to get the crowd going I never really demonstrated any type of affection for her in front of people. However, as I stood there watching her I decided that Cynthia deserved better than to feel as if she were some type of dirty little secret. 

Coming up behind her I wrapped my arms around her waist and after leaning in and kissing her neck told her how hot she looked. I heard a few people laugh and ask if ShowTime was early tonight. At that point, letting go of her waist, I turned Cynthia around and, in full view of the bar, gave her a long passionate kiss that left her blushing and all but breathless.

"Damn," She whispered. "What did I do to deserve that?"

I shrugged and said softly to her.

"I think the question should be what do I do to deserve you?"

I then winked and told her there was something for her in the back room. Cynthia looked at me as if I were kidding then, with a shrug, went into the back. Cynthia came out a minute later smiling ear to ear and, coming back over to me, immediately threw her arms around me.

"Oh Mark, they're beautiful!" She exclaimed. 

"Not half as beautiful as you Cyn." I told her softly and, after giving her a quick kiss, said;

"I can't wait to get you upstairs later."

"And I can't wait to go!" Cynthia replied laughing, then, leaning over and whispering in my ear, said;

"Anything you want tonight Mark. Any dirty little thing, hell after those you can have my ass."

"Watch out I might hold you to that." I told her winking.

"Whatever you want baby!" Cynthia told me and walked away. 

As I watched her full hips swinging back and forth I admired the way the shorts hugged her well rounded ass and I couldn't help but smile to myself. Cynthia would be expecting me to do the Jekyll/ Hyde routine and go hardcore on her later; little did she know I planned on making the night very special for her. 

The night went by fairly quickly and I had Cynthia going all night. There were several hot coeds at the bar and a few of them made it a point to come over and sit in front of me, expecting me to hit on them as I always did. Instead I simply served them and would walk back down to where Cynthia was and give her a playful kiss on the way by or even just put my arm around her. 

All in all I was making it perfectly clear to anyone in the bar that I was very into my hot little fellow bartender. Cynthia was eating it up, smiling all night and even making faces at a couple of the miffed coed's at the bar who were giving her dirty looks. When someone fired up the jukebox, Cyn and I got up on the bar and performed as usual, except this time we moved more slowly and sensually. Rather than lewdly bumping and grinding on her, I held Cynthia from behind and, as we slowly swayed to the music pushed her hair to the side and, as she tilted her head, gently kissed first her neck and eventually her lips.

The people watching weren't as thrilled as they normally were, but Cynthia was beside herself, moaning into my mouth as we kissed and sighing in pleasure as my hands dropped down and lightly caressed the insides of her thighs as she worked her body back into mine. Someone yelled out; 

"What is this a family show?" 

They should have been here last night I thought, but decided to give them ,and Cyn, a bit of a thrill. Dropping to my knees behind her I lifted the tight leg of her shorts up high enough to show the bottom of her right ass cheek and, leaning in, first kissed it then started sucking on it. Cynthia groaned and wiggled her ass in my face as I continued to suck, finally, with a loud smacking sound, I pulled my lips from her ass and several people laughed at the large red hickey I had left on Cynthia's ass.

As the night wore on and I continued to be nice I noticed Cynthia looking at me a little differently, almost nervously, and I realized that she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. She had already told me we could play dirty, but I'm sure at this point, as sweet as I had been, Cynthia was hoping that somehow I would stay that nice. When closing time came and I locked the door I walked over to Cynthia, who was starting to wipe down the tables, and, taking the towel away from her, took her hand and told her;

"I'll clean up tomorrow, now shall we?"

Cynthia flashed me a huge smile and nodded. Leading her by the hand I took her upstairs and, once I had brought her into the bedroom, told her to stand in front of the bed while I took a minute to light a few candles. When I finished I walked up behind Cynthia and, grabbing the bottom of her t-shirt, tugged on it. Cynthia lifted her arms up allowing me to pull over her head. After tossing the shirt aside, I unhooked her bra and, after reaching around and taking a minute to fondle her huge tits, I reached down and slowly unzipped her shorts.




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 05



Taking Cynthia's hair and putting it over her shoulder to leave her back bare, I gently kissed the back of her neck then slowly started to place small kisses down the length of her back as I dropped to my knees behind her. Grabbing her shorts I tugged down on them. The shorts were tight, but Cynthia helped me out with a sexy little shimmy, wiggling her ass back and forth in my face and what an ass it was.

Cynthia was wearing a white lace thong that looked amazing on her well tanned flesh and, as the shorts dropped to the floor, it was everything I could do not to bury my face in her ass then and there. Instead, I reached down and unzipped the sides of her white boots and, as she reached back and braced her hand on my shoulder, lifted her legs one at a time to let me slip them off. I stood back up and, after kissing her back once more, decided that I had to toy with her just a little. Cheap ass Mitch still hadn't fixed the air conditioner so we were both pretty sweaty, after making a show of wiping my hand across her back I said; 

"Christ Cyn you're all fucking sweaty!"

"Well I know but..." 

Backing away from her I said disgustedly; 

"C'mon Cyn you know how it..."

This time she interrupted me. Turning around she said;

"I know Mark, god forbid I get in your bed like that," She shook her head with a sad expression on her face. "Don't worry I'll go shower."

I nodded approvingly.

"Good, I'm glad you're finally learning."

Cynthia rolled her eyes and after muttering;

"I knew it was too good to be true." She walked out of the room in just her thong and headed for the bathroom.

I smiled to myself as I watched her go into the bathroom. I waited until I heard the water turn on then, heading into the bathroom, quickly stripped and, moving the shower curtain, hopped in behind her. Cynthia turned surprised to see me and even more surprised when, grabbing her shoulders and turning her to face me, I wrapped my arms around her and started kissing her under the hot steamy water.

I broke the kiss and, stepping back took the soap from her hand, whispered;

"Why don't you turn around and let me?"

With a smile as big as the one she had displayed when she had seen the roses Cynthia turned her back to me and put her arms up over her head. I reached up and, starting at her hands, gently lathered her skin and slowly worked my way down. Cynthia leaned back into me and moaned as I began to soap up her tits, paying close attention to each of her hard nipples. After washing her soft flat stomach I went to my knees and, after washing her ass and the backs of her legs, asked her to turn around for me.

When she had I reached down and one at a time lifted Cynthia's small feet and, putting them on my leg, washed all the way up to her inner thigh. When I reached the top I let the side of my hand brush her pussy and both times she let out a low moan and rubbed herself up and down on my hand as I left it there for a moment. When I had finished her left leg I took her foot from my thigh, putting my hands on her hips and pushed her back so that she was leaning against the wall of the shower.

Once again, grabbing her foot, I lifted it up and, after putting it on my shoulder, leaned in buried my face into her wet red haired pussy.

"Oh Mark!" Cynthia moaned. "Oh damn!"

Cynthia reached down and started running her long nails through my wet hair as my lips fastened onto her swollen clit and I started sucking it in and out of my mouth. As Cynthia started rocking her hips back and forth in my face I breathed deeply and let out soft moan at how good her wet pussy smelled. Reaching up with my right hand I slid two fingers into her extremely wet pussy. Cynthia was letting out a series of soft little sighs of pleasure that had my cock hard and throbbing between my legs as I continued to lick and suck on her hard clit.

Within minutes I could feel her legs begin to tremble and her hands left my hair to brace themselves on my shoulders. I sped up my sucking on her clit and, while still pumping my fingers in and out of her sopping pussy, reached up with my right hand and, finding her left nipple, began rubbing it between my finger tips. 

"Oh yeah, oh just like that Mark." Cynthia whimpered. "Oh please don't stop oh oh yesss!"

Cynthia's nails dug into my shoulders and shoved her pussy into my face as her back arched and she started to cum. I moaned myself at the feeling of Cynthia's pussy contracting around my fingers as she bucked her hips and ground her wet pussy into my still flickering tongue. Cynthia came long and hard, filling the shower short little yelps of pleasure as her orgasm plowed through her. With one last gasp Cynthia let go of my shoulders and slumped back into the shower wall panting.

"Wow." She said in between breaths. "That was unfucking believable."

I stood up, planning on shutting the shower off and taking her to the bedroom, but just as I was reaching for the handle, Cynthia dropped to her knees in front of me and, with no hesitation, took my cock hard cock into her mouth and began sucking on it like she'd never tasted it before. I moaned in surprise at how fast and hard she was blowing me. I looked down and groaned again at how fucking good Cyn looked down there; her long auburn hair was soaking wet and plastered to her face and shoulders. She was looking up at me with those huge blue eyes and, as she saw me looking, she winked at me. 

Getting higher up on her knees Cynthia grabbed her tits and, wrapping them around my cock, rubbed them up and down my shaft. Taking her meaning I started moving my hips, sliding my cock back and forth, slowly fucking her huge soapy tits. Between the feeling of her tits along my shaft and the head of my dick pumping in and out of her eager mouth I started breathing heavier and wondering how long I would be able to hold back from filling her mouth with my cum. I moaned loudly as Cynthia took my hands and put them around her tits then, with her now free hands, reached between my legs and started kneading my balls with her finger tips.

I closed my eyes in order to hold back a bit longer as Cynthia continued to give me what might be the best blow job I had ever gotten, well maybe from someone other than my sister anyways. Quickly pushing that thought aside I decided that, as much as I would love to blow a load down Cynthia's more than willing throat, this was supposed to be her night. Reaching down I grabbed her shoulders and after gently easing my cock from her mouth urged Cynthia to stand up by tugging on her shoulders. 

"Awww," Cynthia whimpered pushing her lips out in a pout. "I wanted to taste it."

Resisting the urge to shove her back down to her knees after that little remark and perfect pout I pulled her into my arms and gave her a long passionate kiss. Cynthia sighed in pleasure as we wrapped our arms around each other, our wet bodies pressing together under the still pleasantly hot water. Reaching down I grabbed the backs of Cynthia's thighs and, after bending slightly, lifted her up to my waist. I held her there for a moment and, after shifting my grip a little further down her legs, slowly lowered Cynthia down onto my waiting cock.

We both gasped as I let her weight go impaling her warm wet flesh onto my massive erection.

"Oh god Mark!" Cynthia groaned.

As Cynthia wrapped her legs around my waist I began to lift her up and down, slowly working my cock in and out of her amazing pussy. Cynthia groaned in my ear and as she began to slide her hands up and down my straining arms whispered; 

"Oh my god this is soooo fucking hot Mark." She let out a yelp as I lifted her higher and all but dropped back down onto my throbbing prick.

I turned us sideways so the hot water would hit both our bodies and, as I did I leaned in, and, catching Cynthia's soft lips, began kissing her. Cynthia moaned as she kissed me back and, using her hands on my shoulders, began to push herself up and down, bringing herself up higher before plunging back down onto my rigid cock. As we kissed I found myself focusing not just on Cynthia's incredible pussy, but everything else as well. 

I was aware of how good the hot water and steam felt on my skin, as well as the feeling of Cynthia's hard nipples sliding across my chest as she slid up and down my body. Cynthia's hands continued to squeeze my biceps as they flexed while lifting her and I was greatly enjoying the small sighs she was releasing into my mouth as our tongues played across each other. Cynthia pulled her mouth from mine her sighs becoming loud yelps as I started lifting her higher and faster.

I was beginning to breathe hard and, as I became aware of my legs beginning to shake, I realized that I wasn't quite sure I could cum like this. I had wanted to try to go easy with Cyn but at this point I turned sideways and, after taking a step forward put Cynthia's back up against the shower wall, started driving my hips up and into her, driving my cock deep up inside of her. Apparently I didn't have to worry about Cynthia being upset as she started crying out;

"Oh fuck yeah! Oh just give it to me!"

Far be it from me not to give a woman what she wants so on that note I slid one hand behind Cynthia's head so it wouldn't bang into the tile wall and then began to plunge my cock in and out of her steaming pussy with everything I had. Cynthia screamed in pleasure as I fucked her hard against the wall, slamming her so hard the sound of our flesh colliding was echoing in the confines of the small shower. Cynthia leaned forward and, throwing her arms around my shoulders, squeezed her legs even tighter around my waist as well. The feeling of her wet body wrapped that tightly around me, the sound of her squeals in my ear and of course the pounding of my cock in and out of her pussy were too much for me to hold back anymore.

With each hard thrust I could feel the cum building up and, after a couple of more savage pumps, I felt it racing through my cock to explode deep inside and spray the walls of Cynthia's already soaking wet pussy. 

"Oh yes!!" Cynthia moaned in my ear as I continued to pump her, each thrust ending in another spurt of hot cum shooting inside of her.

I let out a soft whimper and, bracing my arms against the wall, leaned forward so I wouldn't fall over. Cynthia kissed my neck and, as she unfolded her legs from my waist and stood up, whispered in my ear; 

"Oh Mark, that was amazing!" 

I smiled at her and, shutting the water off, pulled the curtain aside and, stepping out, grabbed a towel and held it open for her.

"Just getting started Cyn." I told her.

With a huge smile Cynthia stepped out of the shower and, after putting her back to me, let out an adorable giggle as I wrapped it around her and started to pat her dry. I was instantly assailed by another image of my sister who absolutely loved when I did this for her. Once again quickly pushing that thought aside I put my arm around Cynthia's shoulders and, swinging my other under her knees, lifted her up into my arms.

"Ooooh,." Cynthia cooed. "I could get used to this." 

After leaning down to give her a kiss I carried her into the bedroom and(,) after gently lying her down on the bed, told her to roll over onto her stomach.

"Yes sir!" Cynthia said, immediately doing as I said.

At this point she was so happy I probably could bend her over and fuck her in the ass and she wouldn't care less. Instead I reached over and, grabbing the bottle of hand lotion on the nightstand, squirted some of it across her back.

"Whoa!" Cynthia exclaimed. "That's cold, that's ohhhh..."

Cynthia's moan was caused by me spreading the lotion across her tanned back and, starting at her shoulders, beginning to knead her soft flesh with my hands.

"Oh damn you got nice hands." Cynthia whispered.

"And you Cyn have one hell of a nice body." I told her.

For the next half hour the room was quiet except for the sound of Cynthia moaning and cooing softly as my hands worked their way from her shoulders down her back and, after spending some time kneading those wonderful round ass cheeks of hers, went down first her right leg then her left. I was hard again and had been since about halfway down her back but was enjoying making Cynthia happy and knew that at this point she was pretty much going to let me take whatever I wanted anyways.

When I got to her feet I decided to indulge my fetish and(,) bending her leg up really took my time massaging each foot(,) rubbing the base of each toe as well as her heel and arch. Cyn had tiny perfectly shaped little feet with cute little pink toe nails that were driving me crazy.

"Oh that feels soooo good!" Cynthia moaned sounding half asleep at this point.

It was feeling good to me as, with my cock throbbing painfully between my legs, I could no longer help myself and bringing her foot to my lips gently kissed the bottom of her heel.

"Hmmm," Cynthia cooed then asked. "You got a thing for feet don't you Mark?"

I hesitated as, so far, only my sister knew that about me because she was the one who started it, making me lick her feet when she was in charge of the game.

"Yeah," I admitted. "Sorry I know it's..." 

"No worries." Cynthia whispered. "Just means I'll wear sandals to work instead of boots from now on."

"Okay by me." I said, instantly imaging Cynthia's pretty little feet in a pair of high heeled sandals.

By this time my cock was all but ready to explode. After regretfully putting Cynthia's perfect little foot down I crawled up between her legs and, putting one hand over each of her shoulders as if I were going to do a push up, lowered myself down, sliding my cock down and through the length of her wet pussy.

"Ohh that's nice." Cynthia whispered.

I started slowly pumping my cock up and down, sliding it between Cynthia's wet lips and rubbing the head across her clit. Each time I pumped I rose up higher until, on the next downward stroke, the head of my cock pushed into her once again all but dripping pussy.

"Oh yeah baby, that's the spot." Cynthia moaned.

I sighed as I let myself down and slid my cock all the way into her hot needy flesh. After holding still and enjoying the feeling of her pussy around my throbbing prick I started pumping my hips, slowly fucking her. Cynthia moaned softly with each stroke and I was totally turned on by the fact that she was so relaxed, that she wasn't moving so much as a finger while I fucked her. Cynthia was lying on her stomach, her arms out and her head was turned to the side. I smiled as I saw her eyes were closed and her soft lips were parted just enough to let out those quiet noises of pleasure.

Although I wanted to tear into her I took my time, teasing myself with those slow thrusts, the look of pleasure on Cynthia's face made it more than worth it. I fucked her like that for quite awhile until, finally, I felt my legs shaking and had to start going faster, as I did Cyn opened her eyes and asked;

"You getting close Mark?"

"Oh yeah." I answered her.

"Hold on then and we'll have some fun."

With that Cynthia pushed herself up on her hands and knees, forcing me to sit back. Cynthia rolled over onto her back then, with a sexy little smile on her face, brought her feet up and put them in my lap one on either side of my cock.

"How's that look lover?" Cynthia asked, as she slowly started to pump her feet up and down my shaft.

"Oh damn." I whispered.

My cock was still wet from her pussy and Cynthia's foot was still moist from the lotion, her feet were easily sliding along the length of my cock. I moaned as, grabbing the backs of her legs, Cynthia started lifting her feet up and down even faster. I began letting out little gasps as I sat back and watched Cynthia give me a foot job. Those gasps became a loud moan as, moving one of her feet under my cock, Cynthia playfully wiggled her toes against my balls.

"Yeah Mark?" She asked smiling. "You wanna cum on my feet?"

"Oh yeah I do." I answered.

"Then go ahead and fuck them." Cynthia said, as she put her foot back around my cock.

Grabbing the sides of her feet I started bucking my hips, sliding my cock through her soft feet. Cynthia slid back a little more and bent her ankles so my cock was now between the bottoms of her feet. I noticed, with great delight, that my cock was longer than her entire foot. That thought and any other quickly vanished however as, after several more pumps into her soft wet feet, I let out a loud moan and my cock began spurting all over Cynthia's feet and ankles.

"Ohhhh look at that." Cynthia said as I started jerking my cock off directly onto her toes and the top of her foot. 

"Oh that looks good." I said as I finished cumming, and watched as my thick white cum dripped down Cynthia's tanned foot, and across her pink toenails.

"Hmmm." Cynthia sighed as she lay back on the pillows. "Well you were damn good to me."

I nodded and, after getting up to grab a towel and wiping Cynthia's cum soaked feet off, I climbed onto the bed and stretched out next to her. 

"Mark you felt so good tonight." She whispered.

"So did you Cyn." I told her then asked; "You tired?"

"Mark I am soooo relaxed right now."

"Good." I said then putting my arm out to her said softly. "Come over here."

Cynthia smiled and rolled over against me so that her head was nestled onto my chest. I sighed contentedly as I pulled the sheet up and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. After a couple of minutes I kissed the top of her head and whispered;

"Sweet dreams Cyn."

There was no response and I saw that she had already fallen asleep.

Now of course lying here and recalling that amazing night had gotten me hard and I could see the outline of my cock through the sheet. I sighed and, as I lied there, I found myself briefly wishing it was my sister lying in my arms this morning, not Cynthia. Then again if it were Megan here I wouldn't be going to take care of Max so I guess this was how it was meant to be. As I started to slide my hand gently up and down Cynthia's bare arm I decided that I wanted this morning to be even nicer than last night. I had spent the last couple of years, between Megan, Cynthia, Robin and whatever random hook ups I scored, always being hardcore and raunchy. Today however I found I was thinking of Krissy and how I used to love her. How I would go slow and sweet and enjoy every part of her. 

Making love, I suppose, is what that was and Megan used to always make fun of me for it. The ironic thing was that what Megan never knew was how badly I had always wanted to be that way with her. Many times I had tried to, I would start slow and easy but at some point Megan's "nasty girl" would come out and turn it into a wild fuck. Oh well, maybe the next time she came down I would try again, but for right now I had a beautiful woman next to me whom I'm sure would appreciate it. 

Cynthia had sighed in her sleep as I caressed her arm and, now leaning down, I kissed her forehead and gave her a gentle shake. Cynthia opened her eyes and, tilting her head up, smiled and kissed me softly on the lips.

"Good morning." I said to her. 

"Hmm-mmm" Cynthia said. "This is a good morning."

With no warning Cynthia tossed the sheet back and instantly slid partway down the bed and immediately took my cock into her mouth. I moaned loudly as Cynthia took my cock all the way down and started rapidly sucking me in and out of her warm wet mouth. I closed my eyes and, lying back, started playing with her hair as she continued to blow me, thinking and here I was trying to be nice. On that note I opened my eyes and decided I did want to be. 

Reaching down I took Cynthia's head in my hands and, after easing my cock from her mouth, pushed her shoulder so she would roll over on her back. Cynthia did and, before she could move, I rolled over on top of her and, after gently sliding my cock inside of her already wet pussy, leaned down and found her lips with my own. Cynthia kissed me back hard and I pulled back, only to kiss her again but softly, my lips barely brushing hers. Taking my cue the next time I brought my mouth down to hers Cynthia's kiss was much softer and she moaned as I slid my lips back and forth across hers while gently easing my cock in and out of her pussy.




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 05



Cynthia groaned again as my lips left hers and, finding the soft flesh of her neck, began to kiss and softly suck on it. 

"Oh Mark," Cynthia whispered in my ear. "Oh this feels so good!"

I let my arms down and, sliding them underneath her, lowered myself down on top of her so that our bodies were pressing tightly together. Cynthia wrapped both her arms and legs around me and we both sighed as our bodies became one. I found Cynthia's lips once more and found myself moaning softly into her mouth as I began to truly enjoy everything about her. The feeling of her flesh against mine, the smell of her skin and the sound of her tiny whimpers were all incredible. Cynthia's hands began to gently caress my back and shoulders and her hips started to rock back and forth in perfect rhythm to my own. The entire time we laid there kissing touching and enjoying I kept up the same slow deep strokes into her welcoming pussy.

"Oh Mark," Cynthia whispered again. "Oh honey this is sooo nice, oh please just keep going like this."

It was hard to tell how long we made love but it seemed as if it were lasting forever and I was enjoying every minute of it, except for another of those brief moments when I envisioned my sister's long dark hair and crystal blue eyes beneath me. Shaking that image off I started pumping a little bit harder and, as I did, Cynthia's sighs became moans and she whispered in my ear;

"Oh Mark, just like that, please I'm going to, I'm... ohhhh,"

With the softest sexiest whimper I had ever heard Cynthia came underneath of me. I moaned myself at the sound of her sighs in my ear and the way her tight wet pussy contracted around my cock. At that point, as much as I wanted to start fucking her hard and fast, I forced myself to keep going nice and slow. It turned out there was no need to rush as, after only a couple more minutes, I felt my own orgasm slowly building. I pulled my mouth from Cynthia's and started moaning as each teasingly slow stroke brought me closer.

"Oh yeah honey," Cynthia said softly running her fingers through my hair. "Go ahead and let go, nice and easy honey just.. ohhh yeah ohhh Mark!"

I groaned with her as, with the next stroke, I began cumming inside of her. I began to let out those pathetic whimpers as even my cumming seemed slow and easy; the cum slowly squirting from my cock rather than the hard spurts I was accustomed to. Cynthia wrapped her arms and legs around me even tighter as her pussy squeezed around my cock, milking every last drop of cum from it. When I was finished we both sighed and, rather than roll over, we stayed like that; our bodies wrapped tightly together holding each other.

I couldn't believe how good Cynthia felt lying beneath me and found myself wishing I had done it sooner. Well as long as everything worked out today we would definitely be doing it again and if for some reason things went bad later then at least I gave Cyn as well as myself a proper send off.

"Speaking of Mark it's time to get moving."

Reluctantly I rolled off of Cynthia and onto my side. Cynthia turned over on hers so that she was facing me and said;

"Mark that was incredible! I mean that felt amazing, I..."

Cynthia put her head down and when she looked back up I saw she had tears in her eyes.

"Mark that was the sweetest thing I've ever felt, thank you."

"You don't have to thank me Cyn." I told her.

Cynthia's answer was to slide over and, after giving me a quick kiss, hugged me closely and whispered in my ear;

"Mark, I always knew that deep down you could be sweet. I'm glad you decided to show me." 

Cynthia went to pull away and this time it was me who hugged her and held her close to me.

"I'm glad you let me." I said softly.

Looking over her shoulder I saw it was ten past eight. The Voice was right I had to get my ass in gear. I let go of Cynthia and sitting up smiled at her and told her;

"Hey listen Cyn, I'm not trying to be a jerk but I have somewhere to be soon."

Cynthia looked disappointed but nodded.

"Okay, I mean it sucks to leave after that but," She shrugged. "I'll get going."

As I got up and slid a pair of jeans on, I watched Cynthia get up and admired her ass again as she slid, first her thong then the tight denim shorts back on. I laughed as, after looking at her bra, she said "fuck it" and shoved it in her purse. After sliding her t-shirt on she sat on the couch and, zipping up her boots, stood up and, coming over to me, put her arms out to me. I hugged her and, after she kissed my cheek, she said.

"Hey Mark, bar's closed tonight, wanna go do something?" 

"I can't tonight." I told her. 

Seeing the instant look of here we go on her face I quickly added;

"I'm around tomorrow night though, maybe we can do dinner?"

Cynthia smiled and nodded.

"I'd like that."

Me too I thought, as that would mean I'd have done what I needed to and not gotten myself caught. Cynthia made to walk past me but, catching her arm, I looked at her and said;

"Hey Cyn?" 

"Yeah Mark?"

Leaning forward I kissed her softly and said;

"I just wanted to tell you how absolutely beautiful you are."

I had to smile as Cynthia suddenly blushed and let out another of those cute little giggles.

"Thank you Mark, that's... I mean you don't have to say..."

"Yeah I do Cyn," I began. "And I have to say thank you too, I've treated you like shit sometimes Cynthia and I'm sorry, you deserve better than that and I'm going to make it up to you."

Cynthia looked at me and once again I saw her begin to tear up.

"That... that means a lot Mark, thank you."

Cynthia hugged me and, as she did, I said in her ear;

"No Cynthia thank you."

Part 10: Every Dog has its Day.

I walked Cynthia down to her car and, after I watched her pull away, I walked back into the hallway and, taking out my key, let myself into the bar. Walking into the backroom I went into the first aid kit on the wall and after rummaging around found a pack of smelling salts and put them in my pocket. At some point today it was quite possible I might get carried away and knock Max unconscious, if that happened the salts would wake him up and get him to be able to play some more. Leaving the back room I went behind the bar and, grabbing the bottle of Jack Daniels, unscrewed the shot pourer from it and, bringing it to my lips, took several long swallows. 

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply as the liquor burned its way down my throat. I took a couple of more swallows then, screwing the top back on, put the bottle back and, after locking the door behind me, went back upstairs. Once there I decided to write a letter to my sister telling her how much I loved her and what she meant to me. I explained to her what I was going to do and why, and that I hoped she wouldn't be reading this, but if she was to know that I went to meet my destiny willingly and that it was not her fault, as no one could stop fate. I wrote the letter in Latin and, after signing it "love your beautiful little brother", put in an envelope along with a note for Tommy to give it to my sister when next he saw her. 

I sealed the envelope and, after addressing it to Tommy, put a stamp on it. As I went back downstairs to put it in the mailbox on the corner of the street I frowned as something occurred to me. My sister was struggling and had been for a while now, but as bad as she had been, she also kept managing to straighten out for periods of time. It was these times that gave her parents as well as myself hope that eventually Megan would be okay for good.

While walking back to my apartment I continued thinking on it. I knew the only reason Megan managed to fight her addiction enough to get to those times was her family. For the first time since I had made up my mind that I was going to take my revenge on Max I wondered what would happen to my sister if something happened to me? In no way did I see Max turning the tables and killing me. Yes he was big and strong and I was going to give him every chance to put up a fight, but in the end between, my speed, skill and of course the dog, there was no way Max could win.

On the other hand getting caught was still a very real possibility. If the police found out what I had done my life would be over. First-degree murder, the fact that Max had spent years beating me would give the DA motive and prove it to be premeditated. My history would also come up. Years of counseling for rage issues, and a family history of mental illness would add to the case. They would evaluate me and eventually find out about the Voice. Prison or an asylum, one way it would be the end.

I felt doubt start to creep in as I wondered what would happen to Megan. Without me there to help her where would she go? She would be heartbroken over me, which could lead to her going even deeper into drugs. Would my meeting my fate lead to Megan sealing hers? As I walked back upstairs to my place the Voice spoke; 

"We won't get caught Mark, I've told you that."

"But if we do Megan will get worse." I said aloud.

"Listen to me Mark." The Voice said. "It's not our destiny to fail. We will destroy Max, then I promised you that I will help our sister. After that we will have everything we want in life." 

"You're sure?"

"Of course I am. You and I are going to have one hell of a life together Mark, trust me." It paused and added; "You do trust me don't you?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Good, I'm your friend Mark; I've helped us for years and will always do so. Max is the one thing I'll ask of you. After this it'll be anything you want."

"I want my sister to be okay."

"Then she will be."

I hesitated and said softly;

"Someday I want to be with her. I want it to be with Megan the way it was with Krissy."

"That may not happen Mark, people won't understand." The Voice sighed. "Megan knows that too Mark ,that's why she backed off from us. She's giving us the chance to succeed in life."

"But..." I started.

"Mark we have the rest of our lives to figure that out. Today is only about one thing." 

"Lex Talionis." I whispered.

"Amen. Now let's get ready Mark."

I sighed and went and took a shower after which, at the urging of the Voice, I shaved off my beard. As I stared into the mirror, carefully using the straight edge razor under my chin, the Voice explained why;

"We want him to recognize us today Mark, it will be more fun to see the look on his fat face when he finds out who we are than if we have to tell him." 

I nodded in agreement, Max would definitely need to know who was killing him and why. I smiled at the irony, Max was going to be killed by the monster he created. I went into my bedroom and, after dressing in a pair of black jeans and a black tank top, sat on the bed and put on the steel tipped motorcycle boots. Grabbing my candles and incense from the bureau I left the bedroom and closed the door behind me. 

I walked around the apartment and, after closing the two living room windows, also shut the bathroom door. Walking around the living room I placed a couple of the incense burners on the kitchen counter as well as a few of the candles. After lighting the candles and incense I grabbed the silver platter that I had bought yesterday and, after placing it on the coffee table, sat down in the small armchair and, reaching into the drawer underneath the table and removing the packet of cocaine and a razor blade from it, placed them both on the platter. 

Getting up I walked over to the matching chair on the other side of the table and, after sitting back in it with my legs crossed, suddenly threw a snap kick with my left leg. I frowned at where my foot ended up and, after getting up, slid the chair a few inches closer to the table.Getting up I walked over to the front door and, turning, looked at the layout of the apartment. 

I would keep the fight in the living room. The room was decent size, about fifteen by fifteen, with all the furniture in a square in the middle. In addition to the arm chairs and coffee table, there was a couch that ran along the left of the chairs and my small desk with the old matching wooden chair in front of it. I took a deep breath, inhaling the pungent odor of the nightshade incense and noticed that the air in the apartment, which had been hot to start with, was rapidly becoming oppressive.

I had started towards the center of the room when the phone rang. I glanced at the phone, as I picked it up and saw that it was nine.

"One more hour."

"Yeah?" I answered.

"Hey kid it's Max, listen about today..." 

"Don't you dare cancel!!" The Voice screamed in my head.

"You're not going to stiff me, are you Max?"

"Hell no," Max said quickly. "Just wanted to make sure it was all good on your end." 

"I always keep my word Max." I said calmly. "Come at ten like I said and we'll do some biz okay?"

"Yeah you got a bell?"

"Just beep Max and I'll come down."

"Gotcha, see ya kid." Max said and hung up.

I rubbed the side of my head where the metal plate was just over my temple. Every time the Voice screamed it hurt there. Walking away from the phone I sat down cross legged on floor and, after reciting the Ave Satanna, began to breathe deeply and consider what was going to happen today. The first thing I considered was how exactly I was going to get away with this. What I had decided was that the simplest solution was the best one.

Three years of criminal law had taught me that the only way criminals got caught was because either they wanted to, for attention or because of some form of guilt, or more commonly that they were fucking stupid. The average perpetrator was caught by over complicating things and, more importantly, being so worried about being caught that he would bring it on himself. As a disciple of Levay I fully understood the law of attraction and knew that worry would bring about ruin. Keeping that in mind I would be supremely confident in believing that I would walk away from this unscathed. 

My plan was simple. After killing Max in my apartment I would wait awhile then, taking his keys, drive his old pickup truck into Connecticut to an old campground in the woods. Knowing Max drove a 1977 Ford F-150 I had bought a manual at the parts store and knew the VIN number was located in three places. I would file all the numbers off then, after cutting the plates into pieces with tin shears, would chuck the pieces along different parts of the woods while I hiked the ten miles from the camp ground to the city, where I would catch a bus back down to Rhode Island. 

Once I got back home I would back my car all the way up to the side door which, because it used to be a loading dock, had no sidewalk. I would wrap Max's fat ass in a tarp and, at three am, drag his dead ass down the stairs and quickly throw him in the trunk. It would take all of two minutes and I doubt anyone would be driving by. Now, unlike the panic stricken moron's you see in the movies, I wouldn't get on the road at three where I would attract attention, no, I would get up at eight am and drive up to Route 7 with the rest of the morning rush. 

There was an old abandoned mill up there where a lot of metal heads and dumb ass cult posers would go at night to drink and fuck. The mill was old as hell and had several cisterns in the basement. I would drag Max down there and throw him in one of the ones that still had a portion of the seal on it. After throwing as much debris as I could lift down on top of him I would simply leave and drive back home. Max had a girlfriend, but I was pretty sure he wasn't going to tell her he was going to go buy coke, and when she reported his dumbass missing no one would really know where to look. 

To make it look good I would stop in the Green Bar in a couple of days and pretend to be looking for him. As I thought on it, what would make it even easier is if the girlfriend, whom I'm sure Max was beating along with her kids, never reported him gone. I smiled; simplicity in itself. On that note I peered into my mind to the attic and, envisioning myself there, walked down to the dog's room and, after removing the wooden brace from outside the door, and entered the room.

Once again, as I stood there, I heard the padding of footsteps and a pair of red eyes appeared in the corner. This time I stood my ground as the eyes approached me. Standing there my eyes became accustomed to the darkness and, for the first time since I created it five years ago, I came face to face with the dog. The dog was enormous, its head was level with my stomach and its large black coated frame rippled with muscle as it slowly walked a circle around me. As it had before, it growled deep in its throat and I felt the room vibrate. I put my hand out and a moment later felt the dog nudge it with its wet nose. 

"Good boy." I whispered.

The dog sat down on its haunches and regarded me calmly as I slowly got onto my knees bringing my eyes level with its own.

"Today is your day boy." I said reaching out and scratching it behind the ears. "But not until I call you, got it?"

The dog growled again and this time its lips peeled back to show two inch fangs. As the dog growled I put my hand on its chest and a thrill went through me as I felt the vibration run through my hand. The dog was the embodiment of a lifetime of hate and pain. The dog was powerful and it was more than ready to tear into the two legged animal that had given it its birth. As I rose to my feet and walked towards the door I was aware of the dog following me. When I reached the doorway and turned I saw that it had sat down right at the edge of the room. After scratching its head one more time I gently closed the door in front of it.

I was getting ready to exit the attic when I suddenly became aware of a shadow to my left and spun around quickly. I didn't see anything but my hair was standing on end. What the hell was that I wondered?

"That's me."

I looked around again and once again saw a shadowy figure drift across my line of sight. The figure was just that; a black featureless shadow. I began to feel a twinge of nerves, the Voice had been around since I was ten and I had never seen it before. 

"We've never been this close Mark." It said quietly. "Now are you ready to get closer?"

"Yes." 

As I spoke I felt that familiar icy calm come over me, and that strange burning feeling in my eyes. Still sitting and breathing deeply, I suddenly opened my eyes at the sound of a distant thumping. I listened for a moment and realized it was the beating of my heart. I looked around and everything seemed to jump out at me, as if I were seeing it more clearly. I stared at the painting of Cerberus my sister had done and swore I could see the individual brush strokes in the paint. Shifting my gaze to the sound of a loud click I realized I was hearing the ticking of the second hand on the clock in the kitchen.

Standing up I walked over the bathroom door and, opening it, looked at my reflection in the full length mirror on the back door. My eyes were as black as I had ever seen them and, staring at my tattooed arms, I could see the fine hairs of my arms through the ink.

"Watch this." The Voice said. As it spoke I felt the feeling in my eyes fade and it whispered; "Without."

Knowing what it wanted I stepped back and exploded into a series of lightning quick punches and combinations. My hands were moving so fast they were blurring through the air, one punch indistinguishable from the next. In the five years I had taken Karate I'd had two teachers tell me I had the fastest hands they had ever seen. 

"Now with." 

As I felt the burning come back I once again went into a flurry of punches and gasped out loud as, although I knew I was moving just as fast, it seemed as if I was moving in slow motion; my hands going so slow I was able to discern the network of small scars that covered most of my knuckles. 




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 05



"Damn." I whispered.

I closed the door and winced at how loud the noise was. 

"That's too much." I said aloud.

I felt the burning in my eyes fade a little bit and, as a test, I tapped the door; it sounded louder than usual but not uncomfortable so. I walked over and, sitting in the chair, closed my eyes again and simply sat still letting my energy gather. The Voice was right; I was evolving. I was hours from becoming something more than human. The phone rang again but this time I didn't even jump; it was amazing how calm I was. Getting up to answer it I grabbed the receiver and said into it;

"I said beep, not call again."

There was silence then a very familiar voice came through.

"Mark? It's me." It was Megan.

"Oh for the fucking love of God!!!!" The Voice yelled. "Hang up the phone!"

No, I thought, I want to say goodbye. The Voice sighed and said softly;

"Just make it quick he's coming."

"Mark? Don't hang up on me please!"

"Are you okay Megan?" I asked. My voice sounded sluggish in my ears but I knew I was speaking fine.

"Yeah I am Mark, really I am! I had gone to New York."

"I figured."

"Mark, I'm sorry I left you again! But I fucked up and got scared, but I'm on my way back little brother!"

"That's great sis." I said calmly.

"Yeah and know what Mark? I didn't end up doing anything else, I went to see the councilor that helped me the first time and she let me stay with her for a couple of days and even gave me gas money to get home! I should be there in about..."

"That's nice sis but I have to go." I told her.

"Mark?" Megan asked. "Are you okay? You sound funny."

"Never been better sis." I answered. "Know why?"

"Mark keep your mouth shut!"

"Why?"

"Because today is the day my sister, retribution is at hand."

"What the hell are you talking about Mark?" Megan asked then after a pause figured it out; "Mark, you're not going after Max are you?"

"Nope," I told her. "He's coming here any minute now Megan and I'm ready."

"Mark no!!" Megan yelled into the phone. "You can't do that! Wait for me Mark! We'll..."

"Sorry Megan, it's destiny."

"You don't know that Mark!"

"I do sis and I'm doing it for you too, Megan."

"What do you mean for me?" 

"If I pass the test I can have anything I want Meg. Anything that means you'll be okay too sis, I'm doing it for both of us."

"Mark no! Listen little brother, you're not right, you need to wait for me to get there."

"I'm where I belong sis." I explained to her. "And so are you. See fate made you betray me so I would find Max, then it took you away so that I could go after him. Don't you see sis? You ran but nothing bad happened because it wasn't supposed to..." 

"Mark please!"

Ignoring her I continued;

"Fate just needed you out of the way. Now I'll take care of Max and you'll be just fine sis! Just like it used to be."

"Mark don't do this! Get out of the house now! I'll meet you at..."

"Sorry sis, not even for you."

"Mark if anything happens to you I won't be able to live with myself, I..."

"This isn't about you sis. But while I have you, if anything does happen you can have my car and my class ring and ..." I laughed. "Hell you can have everything."

"Mark no!!!"

The sound of a horn came from outside the window.

"Mark let's go!"

"Oh please Mark!." Megan began to sob into the phone. "Oh please baby, don't do this to us!"

The horn blared again.

"I go to meet my destiny Megan." 

"Mark..."

"Be well my sister," I said. "Your little brother loves you."

Hanging up the phone I reached behind it and pulled the cord out so she couldn't call back. The horn beeped twice more.

"I'm coming!" I said loudly.

"Oh yes we are! Oh yes we are!!"

As I walked down the stairs I felt as if I were moving through a dream; the whole thing seemed surreal, Megan's phone call, The Voice, Max outside waiting for me to come downstairs and lead him to his fate.

"This isn't a dream Mark! This is it!" The Voice exclaimed excitedly.

When I reached the landing and opened the door Max was standing a few feet away, looking up at the window upstairs watching for me. I noticed Max was wearing a decent pair of jeans for once, as well as a collared blue short sleeve shirt. I could even see that he had shaved and his normally greasy unkempt hair was slicked back.

"Dressed up to get messed up!!" The Voice giggled as if it had said something hilarious.

Just before I called to him I noticed Max was wearing a pair of black motorcycle boots with narrow tips similar to mine. Most guys Max's size couldn't kick but I would have to watch out for those just in case.

"Hey over here." I called. 

Max turned and waved.

"Hey kid I thought you left." He said as he walked over to me in the doorway.

"I never walk away from money Max." I told him as I gestured towards the stairs. "C'mon up." 

I turned and went back into the hallway. Max entered and as I locked the door behind him asked:

"What about your guy?"

"He beeps too; I never leave the door unlocked." I pointed at the other door next to Max. "That goes into the bar, I don't want any strays."

I walked up the stairs hearing Max's heavy footfalls behind me. As we reached the hallway Max looked around at the opposite side of the room from my apartment, that was just a frame with a doorway as Mitch had decided to only finish one apartment.

"Hey kid," Max began. "You know I do that kind of work, see if your landlord needs some help getting this place finished up." 

I didn't answer and wasn't even quite sure what Max had said. All I could hear was a dull roaring sound in my ears. I focused and cleared it out; couldn't slip yet. I opened the door to my apartment and stood to the side for Max to enter.

"After you Max." I said smiling.

"Thanks."

As Max passed by me to enter I was once again struck by his sheer size. Towering over me and all but filling the doorway with his shoulders.

"No worries Mark, that dog's pretty fucking big too."

"Hey this ain't bad kid." Max said as he walked into the living room and started looking around. "Fucking hot as hell in here though."

"Air's broke." I said as I closed the door behind me and quietly slipped the bolt in place.

"What's that smell?"

"Incense." 

Max grunted and pointed at the large picture of Anton Levey next to my bedroom door.

"Sick looking fuck no? Who is it?"

"Anton Levey," I answered. "Founder of the Church of Satan."

"Satan? Like the Devil you mean?"

"Exactly.

Max turned to look at me.

"You're a sick little fuck aren't you kid?"

"You don't know the half of it Max." I said grinning.

Max had turned back to the wall and was now looking at Megan's Cerberus painting.

"I know this," Max said. "It's that dog that guards Hell." He looked closer and added; "Hey it's not a picture, it's painted."

"My sister painted it." I said quietly. 

"Yeah?" Max nodded. "She's pretty good." Turning back to me he said; "You know I didn't know you had a sister."

"I don't."

"But you just said..."

"She died a long time ago Max." I said looking straight into his eyes from across the room. "She got real sick and died."

"Oh shit kid that's lousy." Max said shaking his head.

"Yeah well life is pretty lousy in general, or else I wouldn't be making any money." I laughed. "Now on that note Max why don't you have a seat?"

"Nah," Max said still pacing. "I'm a little edgy, new deals make me that way, I'll just stand around."

"I don't know Max," I said smiling. "Something tells me you may find that chair over there pretty cozy."

Max glanced over and his eyes widened as he spotted the silver plate with its little white treasure sitting in the center.

"Well." He said walking over. "Now that you mention it."

As he spoke, Max started to sit in the chair that would put his back to the door.

"Other chair Max," I said calmly. "That's mine." 

Max looked over his shoulder at me and shrugged.

"It's your house man." He said and, going around the coffee table, sat in the other chair. As he picked up the packet I saw that his hands were trembling. 

"So your friend's been already?" 

"No." I said taking the chair across from him. "I had that already."

Max looked up.

"You said Friday you didn't have anymore."

"I said no more with me, besides who cares, it's here now."

"So true." 

Max laughed and, picking it up the razor blade, began cutting the coke into lines with a practiced skill that belied the size of his fingers. When he finished Max pulled a roll of money from his pocket and peeling off a twenty began to roll it up.

"He's coming though, right?" He asked. 

"Yeah just running late, his pickup was behind, lucky for us we're the first stop."

As I spoke I put my left foot up on the coffee table, leg bent, after eying the distance I shook my head and, dropping my foot, pulled the chair a few inches closer then put my foot back up. Max did the first line and put his head up. 

"Damn this is good stuff kid!" He exclaimed then slid the plate towards me. I shook my head.

"All yours Max, I don't use it, that's why I make money."

"Hey that's fine by me." Max said. "More for me!"

I lit a cigarette and smoked while I watched Max sniff the remaining lines. Once again everything was crystal clear to me, as if all my senses were heightened. I could hear the tip of the cigarette burning as I dragged on it. I could feel the blood running through my veins, my heart pumping slowly and powerfully. From across the table I could smell Max's body odor even under the incense and the cheap cologne he was wearing, could see the tiny individual beads of sweat along Max's brow. Oh yes, I was transforming; my body realizing its full potential. In the attic the dog sat behind the door expectantly. I took a long drag on the cigarette and, after holding it for a minute, exhaled slowly and blew a couple of smoke rings.

As I sat smoking I let my mind focus on what the rules would be. There was no doubt that Max was powerful and one hell of a street brawler. Max had six inches on me, which gave him a longer reach. Between that and his bulk, the small confines of the living room would cut down on my advantage of speed. Max was also going to be coked up, which was going to add to his power. Once, at the club, it had taken me and two other guys to bring down one nut bag that had done an entire eight ball before coming in. At one point I had given him a forearm shiver that hurt all the way up to my shoulder and he had responded by picking me up and throwing me through a table. Max was bigger than that guy by far.

As far as my speed and skill went, my speed I would use, as for skill although I knew a half a dozen ways to kill someone with one blow, today I would keep it to simple, punches and kicks, nothing fancy. I would dodge in and out and just keep snapping off quick blows. Hurting Max but not bringing him down. I would be like a matador and Max's death would be by a thousand cuts. All in all I had given Max as much of a chance to last as long as possible as I could, short of handing him a weapon. Which, speaking of, I looked down and noticed the razor blade next to the silver platter, I would have to get rid of that. 

"Whew," Max exclaimed sitting back his blue eyes practically popping out of his head "This is what it's all about kid." There was one line left and I watched as Max looked at it as if wondering if he could handle it.

"Feel good Max?" I asked. 

"Feel fucking great! Just fucking great."

"Well finish up then Max, there's more coming soon."

This time when Max looked up, not only were his eyes electric, but his face flushed as well; he was positively flying. As Max looked at me I slowly took what was left of the cigarette and ground it out into the palm of my hand. I felt nothing at all. Oh yes the time was almost at hand. Max had seen me put the cigarette out and shook his head.

"Damn kid, you are a little tapped aren't you?"

"I was taught to accept pain at a young age." I told him.

Max shook his head and then, licking the tips of his fingers, began to run them around the platter gathering anything his nose missed. As I watched, he brought his fingers to his mouth and started sucking on them.

"So Max." I began. "Seeing we got a couple of minutes we should talk."

"What about? Money?" Max asked looking up at me.

I shook my head.

"No I'm not worried about that, but you know Friday when you were asking questions? You know, worried about me?" 

Max looked at me and I noticed he was still sniffing, as if he thought he might still have some somewhere.

"Hey kid nothin' personal, I just needed to make sure you were cool."

"And am I cool Max?" I asked.

"Yeah sure," Max answered. "Hell I'm jealous kid; you got a nice car, decent place, makin' some money, and I bet that little redhead takes damn good care of you. You got it made."

"Well you know Max I was just wondering if I can ask you something?"

"Sure, only fair I guess." Max leaned forward and, licking his finger again, began running it around the plate as if he had missed some the first time around. 

"Well Max you said you did some time and I was wondering why?"

"Why you need to know?" 

Max appeared to focus on me for the first time since he had started snorting.

"If we're going to be doing biz it's something I should know Max."

"Fine, it's like I said in the bar; I tried to buy from a narc and ended up doing three months."

I shook my head. 

"No that's not true Max, or maybe it is, but there's something else isn't there?"

Max looked up from the plate again and seemed like he was getting pissed off.

"Look kid, just cause you're hooking me up doesn't mean I have to tell you anything."

"Then maybe I should tell you Max," I began. "Because, you see, I already know what you did three years for."

As I spoke our eyes locked. Max's looked as if they were bugging out of his head, and I knew mine were as black as sin. 

"Do you now?" Max asked. "And what do you think I did kid?"

"Well, see," I started. "I heard a story, but you know I don't like to take others words and I figured since we were cool, I'd like to hear it from you."

"Does it matter?" Max asked looking around nervously.

"The reason?" I shook my head. "No. The honesty? Yes."

Max shook his head.

"Sorry kid that's my business, and I don't think you know anything."

"Okay," I said. "Let's try this; I heard it was because you whacked some kid around."

"That's bullshit." Max said, but his eyes told a different story.

"And I don't mean a kid like I'm a kid," I continued. "I mean a young one, barely a teenager."

I started to breath deeper as everything started slowing down even more.

"Ohhhh," The Voice breathed. "We are soooo close!"

"Hey listen," Max said. "I don't know what you heard, but it wasn't like that. I mean come on man, kids get out of control you know?"

"That they do Max." I nodded. "Always in your way, always talking, always crying, and getting into your shit. I understand."

"Yeah exactly, this one was like that." 

"Heard you split his head open Max, landed him in the hospital, put him in a coma for a few days they say."

I was still speaking softly and remained perfectly still, barely even blinking.

"Look it was an accident; I mean sure, I meant to hit him, but well, you know when..."

"Heard it wasn't even your kid, he was some foster kid."

"Yeah you know those kids, they were trouble, you know what I mean?" Max grunted in disgust. "They were all messed up already. Especially this kid, fuck they paid me extra to take his retarded ass."

"But you knew what could fix him, didn't you Max?" I asked. "Is that it? You had to straighten his little state rat ass out right?"

Max looked at me oddly then shrugged.

"Those kids needed to be taught hard lessons."

I shook my head.

"Bet you don't even remember the kid's name do you Max?"

"Of course I do, that little shit." Max was getting louder now. "You're right, I did three years because he was where he shouldn't have been." He shook his head. "Fuck if I saw him now I'd kick his fucking ass again."

"Really?" I asked.

"Oh this couldn't get any better!!"

"Damn straight! That little fucker cost me my job and you know what? I had a good gig goin' with those foster kids! Nice fat check and everything."

Max shook his head and sighed as if saying those were the days.

"So when's this guy coming?"

"So what was it?" I asked.

I could feel it starting. My heart was beating faster and I could feel my muscles tensing.

"What was what?" 

I rolled my eyes.

"The kid's name Max."

"Kid? Oh yeah it was Mark, kind of funny huh?" 

I stared at him and smiled coldly.

"Fucking hilarious." Then said softly; "Hey Max why don't you take a good look at me again. Because you were right the other day; you do know me."

Max looked as if he were going to say something but instead stared at me intently. I smiled at him again and whispered;

"What's the matter Max?" I asked him. "Don't recognize me?" I smiled and added;

"How about a hint?" I paused and asked; "Am I still making too much noise for you?"

Max's eyes widened and in that moment he knew who I was.

"Whoa, hey listen kid." He started.

"By the way Max," I said quietly. "My sister is alive; I went to live with her after you almost killed me." I shook my head as I continued;

"How sick do you have to be to tell a kid his sister's dead? To beat him until he can't even cry anymore? To fuck him up so bad he can't sleep ten years later." I shrugged;

"You know Max you really should have hit me harder with that plate, I mean, sure you would have done more time if you had killed me, but then on the other hand you wouldn't be dying today now would you? 

"Mark," Max began putting his hands up as if to say calm down, but I could see his muscles tensing getting ready to swing. "I think you got this wrong, I mean..."

"We've been waiting for you Max." I said. 

"Hey listen kid, I think you're a little mixed up." 

As he spoke Max's eyes dropped to the table, I followed his gaze to the razor blade next to the plate.

"I just have one question Max," I whispered. "Is it true people on coke don't feel pain?"

"Now!!!" 

Without warning I brought my left leg up from the table and snapped a quick kick through Max's raised arms and directly into his face. The heel of my boot drove into his nose, breaking it. Had I used the full force of my leg the fight could have ended right there, but this was just a snap kick meant to stun. The second I threw the kick I leaned over, slapping the razor blade away with my right hand while grabbing the silver platter with my left. Quickly jumping to my feet I took a couple of steps back.

Max's head snapped forward as fast as it had snapped back, his hands going to his bloodied nose, he looked as if was in more shock than pain. He rose to his feet.

"You son of a..."

"Hey Max catch." I said and with a flick of my wrist threw the plate like a frisbee, it sailed across the few feet between us and, striking Max in the forehead, sent him sprawling back into the chair. 

I took one step forward, and throwing a spin kick directly into his chest, knocked Max and the chair over, sending him spilling out of the chair and onto his stomach. I picked the chair up and as Max got up onto his hands and knees tossed it away. Stepping up to him I swept out with my left leg, kicking his hands out from under him. Max fell forward landing face first on the hardwood floor. 

"Are you making a mess!?!" I yelled at him while kicking him in the side with the tip of my boot. 

Max grunted and as he tried to rise again, I whipped my right leg up and back down, stomping on Max's head and pinning it to the floor.




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 05



"Do I have to teach you another fucking lesson?" 

With a twist of my foot I ground Max's face into the floor. Max tried to say something then, even with me pressing my weight down on his head, pushed himself up hard enough to throw me off balance.

"Oh he is a strong one!!"

I quickly hopped back then delivered another kick to his stomach and, when Max doubled over again, I threw a quick snap kick to his face, which was just enough to bring his head back up. As soon as Max started to turn I stepped up and delivered a backhand blow that stung my hand and sent a vibration all the way up to my shoulder. The sound of the slap was like a shot and Max fell backwards and laid there, stretched out gasping, his face already a bloody mess. I could have finished it right there; just by simply stomping on his throat.

"Oh no, we are going to have some fun first!"

Turning away I walked over towards the door and, stopping a couple of feet away from it, turned back to face Max who was still lying on his back.

"Having fun Max?" I asked. "I hope so because there's more to come Max oh yes there is." 

Max let out a groan and rolled over onto his side.

"Yeah there you go," I nodded approvingly. "It's waaay to early to quit on me." I sighed;

"But tell you what; I'll be nice and let you catch your breath while we talk."

"You see Max, life's come full circle and here we are again." I put my hands out gesturing towards the coffee table. "Just you, me and a plate of coke, but things are a little different now aren't they?" 

As I spoke Max had gotten back up onto his hands and knees, blood was dripping from his nose and forehead onto the floor.

"What comes around goes around Max." I continued; "And here I am; fate has brought us back together and you know why? To reward me for following my destiny by giving me a chance to face my demons and that demon is you."

Max had gotten up onto one knee and was staring at me, still trying to get his bearings.

"Yeah you're pretty good with kids aren't you?" I asked. "Kids and women, you piece of shit fucking coward!" I snapped.

I started forward planning on throwing a vicious kick at Max's face.

"No!! Just keep talking Mark, we don't want this to be quick!"

With an effort I reigned in my desire to start kicking and continued; 

"See Max that's what's different now, I was helpless then, you sack of garbage, but not anymore." I laughed. "Oh no Max I've been training for years, picturing you every step of the way."

Max shook his head like a wet dog, blood flying from his face.

"Well you know what Max? At least you have a chance, I mean trust me, it's not much of one, but it's a chance. At least you can fight back, for awhile anyways." I smiled coldly at him. "Tonight an eleven year debt of pain is paid in full." 

"You're fucking crazy." Max said. Despite looking as if he had gathered his wits about him Max still made no move to get up yet.

"Well hey Max you got me there, but my sanity isn't the question here. You see the question here is, this is as much your fate as mine, so will you rise to face your fate, or will you stay on the floor and cower like a dog?" 

Max slowly got to his feet.

"Shouldn't have run your mouth punk," He said wiping the blood from his nose. "Should have finished it, now it's your turn."

"That's much better Max," I said grinning. "I thought you were just gonna quit."

"You're going to be sorry you little fucking rat," Max said taking a step towards me, "I did three fucking years over you, hell I lost my wife, my job my..."

"Oh boo fucking hoo Max, you're breaking my fucking heart." I laughed. "And here I was feeling bad, I have a piece of fucking metal in my head." 

"My life's been a living hell since then Mark," Max said coming closer. "And you're going to..."

"Hell?" I interrupted him while watching him take another step towards me. "You don't know what hell is Max, but I'm going to teach you, oh yes I am." I smiled wickedly. "Let's see how you handle someone who can fight back."

With that I put my arms out as if offering a hug. Max charged forward throwing a huge round house swing that, in reality was coming quickly, but in my current state seemed to float towards me. I stepped into the blow and, blocking it easily with my left arm, threw a quick right into Max's face, snapping his head back then, with the same hand, chopped the side of his exposed neck with the edge of my hand. As Max staggered back, gagging and clutching his throat, I leaped into the air and spinning caught him in the side of the head with a vicious kick. Max spun sideways and fell into the coffee table, shattering it. Once again I held back from charging forward.

"Get up you fat piece of shit!" I snarled. "Get up and fucking fight!!" 

Max pulled himself out of the frame of the coffee table, using the couch to stand up.

"Hey Max you know I said you have a chance and you do." I pointed with my thumb over my shoulder. "The door's right behind me Max, and all that's in the way of you and getting out is a noisy little state rat!"

I waved him on with my hands. 

"Come on you fat fuck! Come shut me up now!"

Max came forward again, but a little more carefully, feigning with his right Max threw a quick left that I avoided by simply whipping my head to the side. Max came around with a right uppercut that I spun away from. Max's momentum took him forward and, as I spun, I stuck my foot out, tripping him and sending him into the wall with a crash. 

"Oh for Christ's sake Max!" I exclaimed. "Put some effort into this will you?" 

Max stepped forward and threw a wild roundhouse. I ducked and, sliding to the side, drove my right knee into Max's gut. The air left him with a whoosh and, as he doubled over, I raised my arms and, grabbing my right wrist with my left hand, slammed my elbow down into the center of Max's back, sending down in a heap. Grabbing the back of his shirt I hauled Max up to his knees and, bending over, grabbed Max's chin in one hand and the top of his head in the other. 

"I could break your neck right now." I hissed in his ear.

Instead, quickly letting go, I grabbed the sides of Max's face and savagely drove my thumbs into the hollow point behind his ears, pressing on the cluster of nerves located back there.

Max screamed in pain and behind the door in the attic the dog let out an answering howl.

"Oh baby!! Do that again!!" 

I eased my thumbs back before jamming them in again, and was rewarded with another scream of agony from Max.

"Are you making fucking noise!?!" I screamed in his ear and, stepping back, I spread my arms out to the sides and, cupping my hands, slammed them into the sides of Max's head boxing his ears. Max screamed again, his hands going to his head. Hopping back I spun and kicked him in the back of the head, driving him face first into the floor.

"More! More! More!!"

I looked down to see that Max wasn't moving, and hard kick to the side got no reaction. Carefully, ready to jump back if it were a trick, I bent over and grabbing Max by the shoulder rolled him onto his back. Max was out cold and there was blood oozing from his right ear, where I had blown out his ear drum. 

"Get him up Mark!! We're just getting started!!"

Grabbing Max by the collar I dragged him a few feet over to the couch and, grunting with the effort, pulled him up into a sitting position against it. Reaching into my pocket I pulled out the smelling salts and, kneeling down in front of Max, broke the capsules open and slowly waved them under his nose. 

"Oh you're not getting off this easy, you asshole." I whispered.

Max's body jerked and with a gasp his eye's popped open.

"Welcome back Max!" I yelled and, jumping to my feet, dealt him another back hand blow that was so hard it sent a shooting pain all the way up my own arm. 

Max's head snapped to the right then, just as quickly, he turned back to me.

"Oh shit Mark that woke him up!"

Max's eyes were on fire and all but bugging out of his head. As I stepped back, Max leaped to his feet with a hell of a lot more energy than he had before. In the back of my mind I wondered if the salts had kicked the coke back in.

"Someone looks pissed!" I said as I made a come here gesture with my right hand. "That's it Max come get some more." 

Max stepped up and threw another wild right. Once again I stepped into it and, blocking it with my left, I backhanded Max again with my right and, letting my arm windmill down, slammed my fist into Max's stomach. When Max doubled over I gave him a quick uppercut then, twisting underneath his arm flipped Max over my shoulder, slamming him into the floor flat on his back, his head thumping so hard on the floor it bounced.

"This ain't working Max!" I yelled at him as I backed off again. "This is no fucking fun at all!" I snorted in disgust. "I mean Christ you're pathetic!"

Max rolled over and jumped up to his feet. I had been right about the coke; Max was moving way too well for the pounding he had taken, but that was fine with me as I had plenty left in the tank myself. 

"Keep laughing you little fuck!" Max snarled. "I'm gonna beat you down just like I used to, make you piss your pants like you did back then!"

Max came in slowly, moving to his right, his hands up in a boxer's stance. Keeping my hands loose at my sides I stayed where I was, simply turning in a circle to keep Max in front of me. Max stepped forward throwing a right cross. As I swung my forearm up to block it I saw his left coming up as well. Blocking his right I caught his left wrist in my hand and, lunging forward, drove the top of my head directly into Max's face, smashing his already ruined nose. Max staggered back and as he stared at me stunned I let loose with a series of open handed slaps, catching him with several rights and lefts before he could even react, after the last one I told him; 

"Is that how you do it Max? Is that how you beat your woman?" I shook my head. "You fucking disgrace!" With that I spit straight into his face. "That's what you're worth you fat fuck!"

Max lost it; with a loud scream he surged forward and started swinging wildly. As each blow came in I brought my arm up and blocked it easily, but this time Max was swinging so fast and hard, blocking was all I had time to do. Max was also pushing forward and I found myself being forced backwards. In between blows I snapped a quick right into Max's face that he didn't even appear to notice. Realizing I was almost at the wall I ducked and, dropping to one knee, spun myself around sweeping Max's legs out from under him. Max hit the ground hard and, before I could even step in, had already leapt back up to his feet and started swinging again. 

Max's blows were so powerful that I was being rocked to the side everytime I blocked one. Max was grunting and growling with each swing and he had a murderous look in his eyes. Those eyes were all but bugging out of his head, and I had no doubt that the cocaine was fueling his rage. For the first time I started to worry; Max was swinging for the fences and I had almost lost my balance twice. There were a number of things I could do to take him down but I had vowed I would fight to his level.

On Max's next swing I put my left hand up, palm out and caught his massive fist in my hand. This was an impressive trick that was based on leverage and technique more than power. Unfortunately for me power is what Max had, and in spades; Max's hand slammed into my palm and, despite my own strength, drove the back of my own hand into my face. I staggered back and was spun to the left by a vicious left hook that caught me in the side of my head. As I reeled to the side Max gave me a short right uppercut and, even as my head was snapping back, drove a hard right into my stomach then another left that sent me sprawling onto my back. 

"Goddamn he can hit!!" The Voice exclaimed as if it were a good thing.

"How's that you little fucking freak?"

Max screamed as he charged towards me. The second I had landed on my back I turned onto my left side propping myself up with my arm. As Max came forward I drew my right leg back and lashed out, catching him in the stomach. I immediately pulled my leg back and, as Max bent over, I kicked up and out catching him in the face and sending him staggering back a couple of steps. The kick should have knocked him flat but(he was already regaining his balance to come forward again. 

Rolling onto my back I drew both legs up to my chest and, kicking out as hard as I could, launched myself back up to a standing position. As I did I extended my arm and, as Max came forward, I slammed my forearm across his chest. Max went straight down to the floor, so hard I swear the floor shook. A hot pain shot up the length of my arm and I lost feeling in my fingers. As my momentum took me forward a couple of steps I started shaking it vigorously, trying to get the feeling back in it. 

Turning around I shook my head in disbelief as Max had already jumped back to his feet.

"That the best you got punk?" He asked breathing hard.

In my mind I heard the dog let out one of those low growls and thought about it.

"Not yet!! We can handle him!"

Max was coming forward again, now with a slight smile on his face. Max started swinging for the fences again and, once more, I found myself being forced backwards. My right arm was still tingling and his blows were coming dangerously close to getting through. After blocking one more I spun away and, getting my bearings, saw I was only a couple of feet from the wall. I didn't have much room left but had an idea. 

"Go ahead Max!" I yelled at him, "Go ahead and fucking give me a good one, see if you can put a man down!"

Max swung another vicious right and, true to my word, I let the blow catch me. Just before it connected I began to spin to the right so when it did connect the power of the punch sent me spinning faster. The blow had caught me high on the cheek and a flash of pain erupted in the side of my head. Max's punch had sent him off balance and, as I spun around, I ended up back to back with him. I threw my elbow out catching Max between the shoulder blades and slamming him face first into the wall next to the door. 

Turning, I instantly jumped forward and jammed my left forearm into the back of Max's neck, pinning him to the wall. With my right hand I delivered a series of short brutal punches directly into Max's kidney. Max grunted with every blow and tried to push off the wall but I drove my knee into the back of his causing him to slip forward again. With a quick move I switched arms and, now holding Max's head with my right arm, used the other to lay into his other kidney. 

Stepping back I grabbed a handful of Max's greasy black hair and, pulling it back, slammed it forward smacking his face into the wall. I pulled back and did it again harder.

"Yeah? You like that Max?" I asked. "How's that feel?" 

"Do it again!!"

I slammed Max's face into the wall again and noticed there was a blood all over it. After another slam the plaster cracked. Max was beginning to go limp so, after smashing his face into the wall one last time, I grabbed his shoulder and, wrenching him around and driving my head into his face again, I stepped back and, grabbing his collar, rolled backwards pulling him down with me. As we went down I drew my legs up so that as Max came down my feet were in his stomach. I pulled my arms in and, as soon as my back hit the floor, I extended both my arms and legs, I screamed with the effort as, using all the strength in my powerful arms and legs, I launched Max up and over me to sail several feet across the room where he crashed into the armchair.

The chair went over and I saw Max's legs come down with a crash on top of my desk before sliding off and hitting the floor. I rolled over onto my stomach and, as I stood, winced at the pain in my back.

"Fucking fat Bastard!"

I stood there with my hands on my thighs trying to catch my breath. I was exhausted but Max had to be done now.

"Time to finish this!"

I straightened up and had taken two steps towards the upended chair when Max stood up from behind it and hurled the small wooden desk chair at me with his left arm. Despite my surprise I easily stepped to the right to avoid the chair. What I could not avoid, however, was the small metal desk lamp Max had also tossed with his right. 

I saw it at the last second and even my reflexes weren't enough to completely avoid it. I got my head around to the side but the base of the lamp caught me solidly over my left eye. A flash went off behind my eyes and I staggered back, trying to keep my balance as, with an animal like howl, Max charged forward. I stopped and tried to brace myself but tripped over the other chair. Max was swinging and there was something in his hand; it was a leg from the coffee table. I ducked down and lashed out with my left hand. The leg connected with the edge of my hand and splintered in half. I cried out as a searing pain coursed through my arm and I knew my hand was broken.

As I had ducked Max had thrown an uppercut that caught me square in the jaw and would have spun me around had Max not grabbed me with the hand that he had just tossed the piece of chair leg away with.

"Got you, you little fuck!!" Max screamed.

Holding me so I couldn't pull away Max threw a savage punch into my stomach. Despite the muscles in my stomach from constant exercise Max's blow drove the wind out of me. Max pulled me up with the other hand and gave me a short hard punch in the face. There was a crunch and my eyes teared up as my nose broke.

 "NO! NO! NO!"" The voice screamed. 

I threw a quick right into Max's face, but he didn't even feel it. Max let me go with the left just as his right caught me in the side of the head, as I rocked to the left Max caught me with that fist, as well, a brutal shot directly into my left eye. When my head came up Max grabbed me by the neck and drove his forehead into my face smashing my nose again and splitting my lip. As my legs went out from under me the Voice cried out;

"Mark! We're losing!!"

Rather than let me fall Max lifted me off my feet and hurled me straight back into the wall near the door. I heard a crack and didn't know if it was the wall or my back. I slowly began to slide down the wall. Throwing my right arm out I caught the wall trying to stay up. Max looked at me and smiled;

"Yeah, not so bad now are you, you little rat?"

With that Max threw himself forward, intending to smash me into the wall with his bulk. At the last second I drew my right leg up until my knee touched my chest. Max crashed into me driving my knee into both our chests and keeping a few inches between us. 

 "Mark, fucking do something!!!"

As Max swung for my face I caught his wrist and tried to force his hand back down, but Max was stronger and had leverage, with a deliberate effort he started pushing my hand down. I tried to swing my broken left hand but Max caught it and I cried out in pain as he slammed it back into the wall. I tried pushing with my leg but couldn't get Max off me. Max leaned closer, until our faces were inches apart.

"Yeah that's right Mark," Max hissed. "I'm gonna teach you)now just like I taught you then, you little fucking piece of shit." 

I gasped and tried to focus through the pain, I needed to concentrate, reach the attic.

"Who did you think you were huh?" Max continued. "You little rat. No one wanted you Mark, that's how I got you. You were a little freak even for those losers."

Max was bending both my arms down.

 "For Christ's sakes Mark!!"

I closed my eyes, or at least the right one, as the left had already been closed by Max. I was no stranger to pain but, this by far, was the worst beating I had ever taken. I was weakening and felt Max's breath getting closer to my face. Ignoring the pain and the fear that was creeping into my stomach I envisioned the attic in my mind and willed myself into it.




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 05



"Got nothin to say?" Max whispered. "Good, you always made to much noise anyways. Now I'll shut you up for good." 

In the attic I faced the dog's room and let out a low whistle. I was answered by a loud bark.

"Oh, yeah pooch, it's showtime!"

Max let go of my left hand and I'm sure was ready to deliver the knockout punch.

I opened my eye and stared into Max's.

"Are you still talking Max?." I whispered.

In my mind's eye I envisioned Max beating me as a child and in that instant, as I felt that red hot feeling of rage rise within me, the door to the Dog's room exploded outward. With a long loud growl the dog leapt through the doorway, red eyes blazing, fangs bared and drool hanging from its jowls.

With a scream I lunged forward with my head and bit savagely into Max's cheek. Max cried out and tried to pull away. I bit harder and wrenched my head to the side. Max pulled away and screamed in pain as my mouth filled with blood and a hunk of Max's face. Max had let go of my arms and, as soon as he did, I dropped my right arm down between Max's legs and, grabbing his balls through his jeans, squeezed and twisted. Max let out a noise somewhere between a squeal and a gasp. 

"Yes! Yes!!"

I slammed my now numb left hand into Max's stomach, doubling him over then swinging my forearm up, caught Max in the face standing him back up. Releasing my right hand from his balls I crouched and, using all the power in my arm and, swinging my hip into it as well, I brought my hand up, palm out, fingers curled inward. The heel of my hand struck Max in the jaw and he let out an anguished gurgle as his teeth cracked against each other and his jaw gave way. 

The Dog snapped viciously in my head, blood and foam flying out of its mouth. I grabbed Max by the ears and brought his face down into my rising knee then, as Max's head came back up, spat the bloody hunk of his cheek back into his face. Stepping back I threw another spin kick, catching Max in the chest. I had put everything into it and felt the vibration all the way up into my hip. Max went sprawling backwards landing on the couch and sliding partway off, stopping himself with his right leg. 

I staggered forward and caught myself from falling. I stood up gasping for air and was getting ready to step towards Max when I stopped. In my mind the dog also stopped and cocked its head as if listening for something. I wasn't sure what was going on, then I felt it; that hot rage that had flooded through me was gathering. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach and, as I stood there, I could feel it twisting and burning inside of me.

"This is it Mark!! Let it go Mark! Let it all go!!"

I was suddenly assailed by a series of visions; Max beating me relentlessly, gagging me and locking me in the closet, stomping on my hands. Image after painful image tore through my mind, five years of abuse flashed before my eyes. I could feel myself start to shake and the rage that was in my stomach began to rise into my chest, surrounding my heart and burning into my lungs. I saw Max's face grinning at me and heard him whisper;

"Your sister died a long time ago Mark!"

"You need more Mark?" The Voice shrieked. "I have more!!"

I saw myself getting jumped and beaten in the group home. The visions started spiraling out of order; I was being pulled away from my sister and, although I had never seen him, I was assailed by the image of Megan as a little girl being pinned down on the bed by her foster father and screaming in pain as he raped her.

"No!!" I cried out.

The rage was in my throat now choking me with its heat. 

"One more?"

I saw Megan in the back room of a flop house, sitting on a dirty mattress and injecting a needle into her arm. I staggered backwards as the rage roared up through my throat and into my mouth.

In my mind the Dog lifted its blood smeared muzzle and howled. I lifted my head and screamed. I screamed long and loud, with all the power in my lungs. I screamed until my throat burned and then screamed again. The rage was tearing through my body, crashing through my chest and stomach to explode outward in yet another scream. I raised my hands in the air as I screamed. All those years of pain, all the nightmares, everything I had endured was there in one unstoppable wave of emotion. No not emotion; power. 

As the rage surged through me, I felt transcendent, unstoppable; I had just endured a savage beating and felt no pain. I felt as if the rage was tangible, as if it were swirling around me, as if I were standing in the eye of a tornado. I looked at my blood soaked hands and smiled, I was no longer human, I had become a being of raw hate, an avatar of revenge. In my mind the Dog stood, fangs bared awaiting the next move. 

Once again I lifted my head and let out a long loud howl of hate. Finally lowering my head I turned towards Max. He was dazed but looking at me with naked fear in his eyes. As I looked I saw a growing wet stain between his legs.

"Now Mark!! Now let's make this motherfucker scream!!!"

In the three steps it took to get to Max I felt more and more powerful with each one, as if I were growing larger and even stronger. Up until this point I had possessed some semblance of control, but no more; the dog was out and it was time to show Max what pain really was. Max was sprawled halfway on and off the couch, his right leg was straight to keep him from hitting the floor and he was trying to get his left leg under him to get up. 

I reached him and, with no hesitation, raised my right leg as high as I could and stomped down directly on Max's kneecap. There was an enormous crack and Max shrieked in pain as his leg snapped backwards. I stepped back and made to kick the other leg. Max tried to move his hands towards it and I switched directions, kicking the same leg again and driving the steel tip of my boot into Max's already shattered knee. Max screamed again a long high pitched wail of agony that sent a thrill through me.

The Voice screamed with Max, but in triumph, The Dog howled and there was a pounding in my head; a symphony of violence so pure it was better than sex. 

"Stop your screaming you little fucking baby!!!" I yelled at Max, lifting my leg as if to kick again.

"Please!" Max whimpered putting his right hand out to me in a stop gesture.

My right hand flashed out and caught Max's hand by the fingertips.

"Are you fucking begging now? You little bitch!"

I whipped his arm out and down, twisting Max's arm to the side then shoved forward, snapping Max's fingers backwards and receiving another delicious scream. Grabbing Max's right wrist I pulled his arm straight and, swinging my left arm up as hard as I could, hit him behind the elbow. Max's arm snapped down at a right angle; more screaming. 

"Yes Mark!! Oh yesssss!!!"

The pounding in my head was getting louder, but the screaming was louder and better. I wrenched Max's arm around again and, with crystal clarity, saw a piece of bone break through Max's flesh. Beyond screaming now Max began making another sound. I stopped and cocked my head. 

"He's crying Mark! He's fucking crying!!" 

The voice was right; Max was sobbing, crying in pain, his arm and leg ruined and blood flowing from several places on his face, including where there was a large piece of his cheek missing. 

"Are you fucking crying!?" I demanded.

I swung my leg over Max straddling him and, grabbing his shirt with my right hand, I pulled him up towards me.

"I think you should have something to cry about then!!" 

I punched down with my left hand which, despite the pain, I had forced into a fist, hitting Max in the middle of what was left of his nose. His head snapped back and bounced off the couch and coming back up I hit him again and again. Nothing fancy now; just short brutal punches. I was holding Max's shirt so he couldn't slump any further as I continued to hit him.

"Are!" I screamed.

"You!" Another punch and I felt Max's teeth give under my fist.

"Still!" A shot to the left eye.

"Making!" The right eye.

"Fucking!" Blood splattered up into my face.

"Noise!" Max began to twitch.

I reared back my blood covered fist again. When the voice yelled out;

"The platter Mark!! An eye for an eye!! Lex Talionis!!"

Looking around I saw the silver platter in the corner of the couch. Leaning over I grabbed it in my right hand and, once more standing over Max, brought it up over my left shoulder getting ready to swing it backhanded into Max's skull. I paused for a moment, looking down into Max's ruined face and smiled; I had passed the test.

"Finish it Mark!!"

I was getting ready to swing when I paused; in my head the dog, who had been barking savagely, stopped and suddenly spun around towards the pounding in my head. Like the dog I quickly turned. The pounding was not in my head and, as watched my door crashed down. Through my rage fueled haze I saw two cops in the doorway. One of them whispered;

"Oh my God!" 

"Hold on kid!" The other shouted. "Step back! It's all over now!" He took a step towards me and said softly, "Easy Mark, it's all over." 

"Fuck you it is! Finish it Mark." 

I hesitated. Even in my current state I realized what the cops being here meant; I was caught, hell they even knew my name. My life was over.

"Well then let's at least finish!" The Voice yelled. "Come on Mark they'll talk about this for years to come!!" 

The Voice was right, if I was to go down then at least I would have my revenge. As I turned back to Max the dog crouched down growling savagely towards the police, I would not go easy. Ignoring the yelling of the cop I raised the plate once more. My arm was just starting to come down when I heard my name called again;

"Mark no!! Please stop!!!" 

I froze in mid swing; the voice was Megan's. I quickly turned and saw my sister dressed in a plain t-shirt and jeans standing in between the two cops.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!?" 

"Drop the plate kid!" The younger of the two cops called out.

"No! We finish this!!" 

I shook my head and started to bring the plate back up.

"Mark drop it!" Megan yelled out to me. "Please little brother, it's over!" 

I hesitated, looking at the plate, then slowly back to my sister, who looked terrified; her eyes wide and tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Oh please Mark." 

"That man's hurt!" The younger cop snapped. "We don't have time for this!"

With that he whipped his nightstick from its holster and stepped towards me. The Dog bared its fangs and, dropping the plate, I stepped over Max's limp barely breathing form and, taking a step towards the cop, brought my bloody hands up making a come on gesture with the right one. The dog would fight until it was put down. 

"Don't hurt my brother!!" Megan cried out and, jumping past the other cop, grabbed the younger one's arm.

"Get back ma'am!" The cop snapped at her but the older one called out; 

"Back off Bill! The kid's not right, but she's his sister, give her a minute!" Turning to my sister I heard him speak softly. In reality I was sure he was whispering, but I could hear him as if he were shouting at me;

"Megan," He began. "I know you don't want your brother hurt, I don't either, but that man behind him may be dying, you have less than a minute to talk him down or were going to have to take him."

As he spoke I was aware of the other cop speaking into his walkie talkie;

"Yeah, 525 Branch Ave second floor over the bar, got two hurt, one looks critical, need two ambulances and back up!"

"They're coming for us Mark! Let's go down swinging!" 

I started forward again, but stopped as, Megan with her hands up in front of her, walked slowly towards me.

"Easy Mark," She said softly. "It's all over little brother. Max can't hurt you anymore."

All over Megan had said. As I watched her come closer to me, I realized she was right, it was over. Not just this but the rest of my life. 

"So make it worth it you fucking pussy! Don't just stand there! Christ mutt, do something!" 

At that the dog stood and growled deep in its throat in Megan's direction. I shook my head at her and stepped back.

"Hey it's just me little brother." Megan said reaching out slowly to touch my face. 

"Watch out Megan!" The cop called.

"My brother would never hurt me." Megan said calmly. "Isn't that right Mark? You would never hurt your sister."

In my mind I saw Megan approaching the dog, as I watched, it cocked its head at her and, as she reached her hand out, it sat down and let Megan put her hand on its head. I felt Megan's hand on my cheek and leaned my face into it.

"There you go little brother, it's all going to be okay." 

"No," I whispered. "It's over, I..." 

"That's right Mark," She said softly then, speaking louder, said. "It's over Mark, and it'll be okay now, the police are here because I called them and told them Max was coming after you, they're not here to hurt you little brother, no one will ever hurt you again."

"Oh, Megan." I quietly. "I'm going to..."

"Mark shut up!!" The Voice hissed. Suddenly it wasn't screaming anymore and seemed to have even forgotten about Max. "Let me hear what she's saying!" 

"You'll be okay." Megan whispered, bringing her other hand up to touch the left side of my face. I winced and jerked my head back. "Oh Mark," Megan let out a sob. "Oh look at your face." 

At that moment the younger cop ran past me to get to Max. I started to turn but Megan caught my shoulder and, still whispering softly, said;

"Over here Mark, just look at me, just stay with your big sister."

"Holy Christ Ronnie, this guy's fucking bones are sticking out of his skin!"

Megan's eyes looked away from me and down towards Max.

"Oh my god little brother," She said as the color drained from her face. "Oh Mark what did you do?"

I stood there unable to answer. The rage had left me and I felt weak and dizzy, my head was throbbing and I realized I was scared. What do I do? I asked the Voice. Without hesitation the Voice answered;

"Do what you want to do Mark, give up, go to your sister." 

I looked at Megan and could feel tears building in my right eye, my left was too swollen to even cry.

"Megan I... I didn't ..."

I didn't get a chance to finish as Megan wrapped her arms around my shoulders and hugged me tightly. As she did I felt my legs start to give and slowly sank to my knees, still holding me Megan sank down with me.

"There you go little brother." She said softly running her fingers through the back of my hair. "You just come to your big sister."

"Oh Megan," I whispered in her ear. "T-They're going to lock me up, they're going to..."

"Mark I know you're not yourself, but try to listen close." I narrowed my eyes not understanding at first, until I realized she was whispering in Latin. 

"I called the cops after you hung up on me. I was an hour away and I couldn't get them to come 'til I got here. I told them you were scared and that Max was coming after you. Just don't say anything Mark. We'll figure it out, I'll get Alex to help."

Switching to English, Megan said louder;

"Just calm down little brother, everything's going to be okay, they're going to take you to the hospital."

"Oh you smart, smart bitch!" The Voice whistled in my head. 

"Oh you scared me little brother!" Megan sobbed out suddenly and I could feel her tears on my cheek.

"Megan I'm sorry," I choked out onto her shoulder. 

"Hey it will be okay Mark."

This was said by the older cop who had knelt down behind Megan and was looking at me with an expression of pity on his face.

"You're sister's right Mark, it's all over. We're going to take you to the hospital but you're sister's going to ride with you okay?"

I stared at him but wouldn't answer.

"Say he made you do it."

I don't want to talk anymore. I told it. Not to anyone ever again.

"Say it you weak willed asshole! Or do you want to rot in the looney bin?" 

"H-he made me do it." I stammered, wincing at the agony the Voice's screaming had caused in my head. "I-I couldn't stop."

"Mark?' The cop asked. "Can you tell me what Max was doing here?"

I looked at him silently, I didn't know him, didn't trust him and talking was bad anyways, it could get you in trouble.

"Okay Mark that's enough, snap out of it, you don't have to play that pathetic." 

"Mark why didn't you call us?" The cop pressed. "Why won't you answer me?"

"He's scared." Megan said turning her head from my shoulder to look at the cop. "That thing over there beat my brother every time he spoke, and when he gets scared he won't talk."

"How convenient." The cop said. Then looking at me said. "You didn't call because you wanted to hurt Max, didn't you Mark? You're not a little kid anymore, you wanted to pay him back." He nodded. "I don't blame you one bit Mark." He smiled. "Come on Mark, you can tell me."

"Mark don't." Megan began but the cop said. 

"Don't tell him what to say miss. Trust me, we ran Max Thompson's name on the way over, we know exactly why he went to jail. I'll be the first one to say that he's a piece of shit miss, but that little bit of history provides one hell of a motive." He smiled again. "Doesn't it Mark?"

"Leave him alone." Megan said holding me tighter.

"Watch your tone Miss Hanson or I might just decide to have you submit to a drug test, from your priors I don't think it's a guarantee you'll pass." 

I heard sirens coming from down the street they would be taking me away soon.

"Come on Mark, say something." The smile was gone now. "Because if you don't, what I'm going to do is report this as you attacking Max Thompson; see I don't quite buy this little story Mark." He shrugged. "But you could help me, and you, if you'll talk."

In my mind the dog whimpered and, getting up with its tail between its legs, began to walk down the corridor towards its room. 

"Okay Mark listen keep it simple tell him that..." The Voice trailed off as it knew I wasn't listening. 

"Mark," The cop again. "If you talk before the other's get here maybe we can work something out, you know, just you and me and your sister here."

I looked at Megan who, I could tell was trying to tell me no without speaking, and then shifted my gaze to meet the intense brown eyes of the cop.

"I..."

"Mark be careful!!" 

"You what Mark?" The cop asked expectantly.

"I.. I was a bad boy." I whispered.

"Mark what the hell are you... Mark?" 

As the Voice called my name I used the last of the concentration I could muster and envisioned myself in the corridor of the attic. Turning I opened the door to Megan's room.

"You were bad Mark?" The cop was asking. "How?"

The part of my mind that was still in the present felt Megan tense up as she held me and I could sense the Voice getting angry again;

"Mark we can get away with this! Just watch your mouth and we can... oh for Christ's sake!" 

In the attic Megan came to her doorway, she was wearing a pretty red sundress and there was no tattoo on her arm. This was the happy Megan, the sister I had before she started using, the one who had saved me from myself, for awhile anyways. Megan smiled at me and put her arms out.

"Mark? How were you a bad boy?"

"Because I made a mess." I whispered, sounding to myself as if I were miles away.

"That you did." The cop agreed.

"I made a lot of noise." I added.

"Oh Mark, please don't do this." The Megan who was holding my body sobbed in my ear.

The Megan in my mind however smiled at me and said;

"Come here baby; let your big sister make it all better."

"Mark! Get your ass back out here!"The Voice cried out. "We can still have it all we can be okay!" 




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis Ch. 05



"I'm sure you did Mark." The cop said. "But that's okay."

"I-I'll be a good boy now I promise." I whispered.

In my mind I gratefully stepped into my beautiful sister's warm embrace.

"That's it baby." She whispered in my ear. I smiled as I took a deep breath and smelled her strawberry shampoo.

"How are you going to do that Mark?" The cop asked.

As if from a great distance I heard the other cop yell;

"For Christ's sakes where the fuck is the ambulance? This guy just stopped breathing!"

I looked up and saw Megan, who was looking in the direction of Max a look of fear in her eyes. Turning to face the cop who was still focused on me I smiled through the blood on my face and said;

"Because I'm going to be quiet from now on."

The Megan in front of me turned back to me and started crying;

"No little brother, stay with me Mark, you can't quit now."

"Listen to her you fucking pussy!" 

In my mind Megan stepped back and, taking my hands in hers, said;

"Let's go little brother."

"I'm going to go now." I whispered to the other Megan.

"Mark!" Megan sobbed. "Oh little brother please don't go, please hold on we'll..."

"You're weak and pathetic Mark, just like your father. I hope you rot in the same hole."

Megan pulled me into the room and, as she closed the door behind us, everything went silent from the outside. In the room Megan walked over to her bed and, turning to me, reached up and slid the sundress from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. As I stared transfixed by my sister's naked body she smiled and, after lying down on her bed, beckoned to me. I walked over to her, stripping my clothes off as I did. Just as I approached the bed I realized that not only was I no longer covered with blood, but nothing hurt and, more importantly, I wasn't scared anymore. As if reading my mind Megan said; 

"Everything is going to be fine Mark; your big sister will never let anything happen to you. Now come here."

Megan opened her arms and, as I crawled onto the bed and lied on my side, she hugged me close pulling my head down between her breasts and, as she began to play with my hair, she whispered; 

"Go to sleep my beautiful little brother, your big sister loves you."

To be concluded.

Author's note;

This series will be concluded in Chapter 6 entitled Aftermath which hopefully will be posted within the next week and a half as I broke off to write Chapters 24&25 of SWB so that there wouldn't be a long lull in the main series. (Trust me people I am working very hard to get this story from my head and out to you guys as quickly as possible around a wife a full time job and two pain in the ass daughters ages 17/21(Fates cruel joke on me for being such a bastard) There will also be a lesser detailed version of how Mark gets out of this in an upcoming Chapter of SWB (27 if my loose outline holds true).

On another note I hope that the fight sequence in this chapter lived up to expectations. As I said I really was quite surprised by the reactions I was getting to people wanting to see Max get his. Also even though there will be one more chapter to this series I do want to take a minute and thank everyone for their support and to also thank my wife Gina, who talked me into putting this series up. I really didn't think it would "fit" the site so to speak, but my wife convinced me that, because of all the positive feedback I get based on my character development that readers would love to see this side of Mark and learn more about him than is possible in the main series. As always I have to admit that the wife was right. On a little bit of a teasing note, I have mentioned (especially after Samhain) that I have another project coming after SWB. Well let's just say that although Mark in the current series is on medication and no longer hears his "voice", I can assure you that we have not "heard" the last of it. 

As always thank you for reading

Lovecraft68



Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis



"Oh that's it Mark, you pound that pussy, you give it to me! Fuck me like I'm one of those little pigs from the bar!" 

All that came out one word at a time in between her yelps and it was driving me crazy! Despite how much sex I had last night I could start to feel myself getting close. Watching Robin's sweat soaked, tightly muscled back and the full length of my glistening cock driving in and out of that pretty red bush wasn't helping me hold back so I turned my head to the left.

I found myself looking at our reflection in the mirror over Robin's bureau. I felt myself gasp as I stared first at Robin on her hands and knees, mouth open wide, face dripping sweat and crying out in pleasure as I fucked her. My gaze shifted to my own reflection and had to say I looked damn good fucking her. My tanned skin was a hot contrast to Robin's ivory complexion and of course I could see my cock driving in and out of her well rounded ass. 

The huge tattoo of Pan that covered my entire right arm from shoulder to elbow did little to conceal the bulging in my arm and shoulder, my chest and stomach were covered in sweat and every muscle was clearly defined as I continued to tear into her. Reaching out I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head up. Last night I would have gotten punished for this but Robin was crazed with desire right now, crying out;

"Oh that's right, you show me how you take your women, you ohhhhh!"

Robin let out a long howl and I felt her pussy contract around my cock as she came again, just from me fucking her that hard. I glanced in the mirror one more time and the look of absolute lust on Robin's face brought me right to the edge. Oh when I had money I was so going to get wall-to-wall mirrors, maybe even one on the ceiling! I tore my gaze from the mirror and after giving Robin's ass one hard slap that made her cry out, I reared back and put everything I had into the last few pumps, once again thinking of the kind of woman I was fucking. 

I was twenty-one years old, a foster kid, who tended bar and I was fucking one of the hottest women I had ever seen, and she was my third this week. My entire life would be like this; I would have it all, success, money, power and women like this. I would take what I wanted. My thoughts were cut short as I felt myself ready to cum, I let out a loud gasp and after another pump Robin cried out;

"Oh inside! I want to feel every fucking drop!!"

I let myself go and groaned as I felt my cock begin spurting inside of her already sopping pussy. I continued pumping each thrust ending with me spraying more of my hot cum deep into Robin's pussy. I let out an embarrassing little whimper as Robin once again contracted her muscles around my still spurting cock. As I finished I couldn't believe how much I had cum, or that she had let me go off inside of her. I would assume Robin was on the pill, but it's not like it really mattered. 

A year ago, at the age of twenty, after meeting my real father, I had gone to a doctor and gotten a vasectomy. Because Megan had been sexually assaulted at a young age, my sister also couldn't have children, so our father's name would end with me. Shaking my head I wondered what the fuck was wrong with me, that I could even think like that after having just finished fucking. I sat back on my knees panting as Robin stretched her long legs out on the bed and moaned into her pillow;

"Oh my god you're amazing." 

"How can I not want to fuck the shit out of a pussy like that?" I asked in between deep breaths.

Robin laughed;

"And a smooth talker as well!"

Robin rolled over onto her back then got up from the bed. Looking over at me she said;

"Let's shower."

"I'll shower at the gym." I told her. I'd only just get sweaty there again anyways.

Robin cocked her head at me;

"I wasn't asking Mark," She began as she walked towards the bathroom. "Get in here and shower me."

"Yes ma'am." I sighed.

There were worse things I suppose as I spent the next twenty minutes in the hot steamy shower, soaping and rinsing very inch of Robin's incredible body. Robin sighed and cooed happily the entire time, especially when I had her lean back into me as I took my time shampooing her long hair. As I started rinsing it I had another one of those unwanted visions; I saw myself in my shower at home shampooing Megan's hair, enjoying her supple body with those incredible legs, and perfect tits, that long black hair gathered in my hands and those amazing crystal blue eyes looking into mine, she'd flash me that sweet crooked smile and say;

"Oh look at you, taking good care of your big sister."

"Shit!" Robin exclaimed mercifully snapping me out of my daydream.

"What?" I asked wondering what I missed.

"It's almost ten! I have to get my ass to the office."

Robin shut the water off and hopping out of the shower quickly toweled off and all but ran into her bedroom. I took my time drying off and as I went back into her room Robin was already dressed in a long black skirt and red blouse. I smiled at how professional she looked; a half hour ago she'd been on her knees getting the shit fucked out of her. As she started putting on her make up, I dressed in a pair of black jeans and a gray tank top and leaning over her shoulder quickly finger combed my thick black hair. Turning my head I kissed her on the cheek;

"I'll let myself out, give me a call when you want to get together."

"Hey hold on Mark." Robin said standing up.

As I watched she reached into her purse and after digging into her wallet handed me a hundred dollar bill.

"Here you go hon," 

"I told you that I don't..." I began but she waved me silent.

"Hey books are expensive right?" She asked smiling.

"It's summer." 

"So save up." 

She then rubbed her hand along my left arm where last week I had gotten a full sleeve tattoo depicting the four horsemen of the apocalypse, like Pan it covered every inch of skin form shoulder to elbow.

"I'm sure I paid for some of this beauty." Robin said grinning.

"Well yeah, but..."

"Mark take it." She said pressing the money into my hand.

"Trust me, you're worth every penny. You give me just what I need and not an ounce of drama."

"Okay if you insist." I said smiling. Paid to fuck a woman like this. Yeah, it wasn't so bad being me. 

"Besides I need you to take next Friday off of work."

"Friday?"

"I have some girlfriends from college coming up. We're going to dinner and their bringing their rich successful hubbies." Robin smiled and rubbed my arm pausing to squeeze my bicep.

"And I am going to bring you my hot little bad boy, and by the end of the night all three of them are going to go home thinking of you and how hot you are and how hard you'll be fucking me while they go home with their middle age yuppy husbands."

"Okay next Friday." I could get Cynthia to cover, she'd do anything for me. 

"Anything!" 

I frowned as that last part echoed in my head. I had not said that. Now I knew why all those thoughts had come to me.

"Mark?"

"Sorry." I said smiling at her. "That sounds like fun."

Robin nodded then touching the scruff on my cheek said;

"And lose this; I want you pretty next week."

"Yes ma'am."

"And here," Robin handed me another hundred. "By something nice to wear, were going five star."

"Thank you. " I said taking the money.

Robin paused to look at me and shook her head.

"You are something Mark, those really are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, I swear they're three colors at once."

I shrugged and Robin continued;

"Mark." She said then smirked; "A very appropriate name for you."

"What do you mean?" 

"Because that is exactly what you're going to leave in life; your mark." She smiled. "You're as intelligent as you are pretty and as driven as you are both. You're going to have it all Mark and you know it." Her smile broadened, "I look forward to the day I see you in that courthouse, in your expensive suit, all the women looking at you and winning every case you take."

"Sounds good to me." I said nodding in agreement.

"Just hope you don't run into me dear, because I'd hate to have to teach you as much in the courtroom as I have in the bedroom, no?"

"Yes ma'am." I answered. 

"Don't flatter yourself bitch!"

I winced as that last part flowed through my head.

"Mark you okay?" Robin asked.

"Yeah," I answered. "Just tired, someone wore my ass out."

Robin smirked;

"Ahhh youth, it's wasted on the young. Well, you need to go Mark it's not like people around here don't know what I do but I really don't need you walking out with me at ten in the morning. I'll call you next week. Okay?"

"Yes ma'am." 

"You Pussy!"

I left Robin's condo and quickly walked towards the visitors parking lot, ignoring the smirks I got from a couple of guys who were sitting out in front of the next unit and I'm sure had heard us. On my way to my car I saw a couple of young girls lyingn chairs, already sunbathing. They both turned as I walked by and one of them called something out to me. I glanced over and saw they were barely eighteen if that. Spoiled little rich girls who thought they wanted to fuck with someone like me. If I had been in a better frame I would have stopped and taught them to be careful of what they wished for, but I needed to clear my head, or more appropriately silence it.

As I reached my car; the black 1976 Buick Lesabre that Doug and Denise had bought me for my high school graduation; two years and a couple of thousand later it was perfectly restored. I leaned against the door and rubbed my throbbing temples. The left always hurt more than the right, probably due to the steel plate just under it; a lasting souvenir of my time with Max.

Taking a few deep breaths I got into the car and as I started it couldn't help but smile at the roar of the 455 engine that I had put in six months ago. Unfortunately the sudden sound of Iron Maiden's Number of The Beast coming through the Bose stereo speakers wiped the smile off my face as the noise crashed through my throbbing head. Quickly turning the radio down I tried to think when the last time I had heard the voice was, and for that matter when the last time I'd had a headache this bad. The headache was probably because of...

"That's not me. That's called a hangover." An all too familiar dry raspy voice said from somewhere inside of my mind.

The voice. It was the only thing I had ever called it. Years ago when I had first heard it I had asked it if it had a name and it said its name was Mark as well, so "the voice" it was. What it really should be called is the curse. My father, Matthew, was a schizophrenic who snapped and murdered someone in a bar fight, he was still institutionalized in upstate New York. His father William had also had it, the way the story goes, he was pretty much the town loon walking around all day talking to himself. 

"I'm not a curse, I'm a gift and you know it!"

I turned the radio up refusing to acknowledge it. If I didn't respond to the remark's it would usually stay quite, if I spoke to it the voice would go on and on.

"You used to like to talk to me when you were a kid."

That's because I needed you.

"You still do."

"Shit!" I said out loud. It was impossible not to speak in your own head. A loud laugh rang through my head as the voice mocked my efforts to ignore it.

"Gotcha!"

"Shut up." I told it.

I shook my head. I was arguing with myself. The voice acting up bothered me for more than just the obvious reason of it being there at all. Over the years the voice was usually only prevalent when I was in trouble, extremely upset or if I was in the midst of a bout of insomnia and wasn't mentally right to begin with. Sighing I asked;

"Why are you out of your room?"

"You tell me. I only come out when you want me to."

"Well get your ass back in there then, I'm doing just fine."

"Oh come on Mark! Don't be an asshole, it's not like I bother you. Hell you're better when I'm around and you know it."

I paused and shook my head. Arguing was useless, if the voice was out then it was going to be around until it felt like going away. Sometimes that could be a day or two, other times it would be around for weeks. The voice had a point however; when it was in my head I did feel different. I felt faster and stronger and also seemed to pick up on things faster as well. In school if I couldn't remember the answer The Voice would "show" it to me; an image of the correct page of the text book flashing into my mind's eye. Over the years there were also many times I had the disturbing feeling that The Voice was more experienced that I was, as if it were older than me.

Unfortunately what the voice really represented were my baser instincts. It was me stripped down to the core; concerned with only two things; survival and violence, voice fueling my already destructive temper. When it wasn't around I had ways to maintain control, when it was here things tended to get real nasty real quick. It was the voice that, two years ago, had urged me to break Jack's jaw after I already had him beaten. Screaming in my head about Lex Talionis and how we needed to set the example so that no one else would ever fuck with Megan again.

Of course I had never told anyone about the voice, not even my sister. When I was in the group home it would have gotten me locked up, and if Doug and Denise had ever found out they would have sent me away. As it was there were times that people noticed I wasn't always there all the time. The doctors would sit there and say it was from being traumatized; that it was part of all those years I was forbidden to talk. They believed that I "talked" to myself in my head and that it sometimes led to "spells" or as Megan had always called it "Going Away."

The doctors were right of course, I was conversing in my head they just didn't know it was a two-way conversation. The closest anyone had ever come to figuring out that there could be something more was Doug. I had once over heard him telling Denise that he didn't trust me, that there was something wrong with me. When Denise had asked why Doug had told her that it was in my eyes, that sometimes when he looked into them he swore there was something moving behind them as if there was something dark inside of me and it was just waiting for its chance.

Doug also had found out quite a bit about my real father, and seemed convinced I was going to be just like him. Well the joke was on Doug, I may have inherited my father's mental condition, but I was far from a psycho who was going to piss his life away. Oh no I had a great life ahead of me. A life full of success, even Robin had said it; I was going to have it all.

I arrived at the All-Star gym and, after grabbing the gym bag out of the trunk, went inside. At ten thirty on a hot sunny Friday morning the gym was pretty much deserted, there were two young couples over near the boxing ring, the guys staggering around with the gloves, and the girls egging them on. I walked past them and one of the guys called my name. I might have known him from school, but ignored him anyways. He repeated my name and I kept walking, a minute later I heard him call me an asshole.

"Are you going to take that?" 

No I'm going to go kick his ass and get arrested over an insult from some kid I don't care about. See why I lock you up? 

The voice didn't reply to that. I went into the locker room and changed into just a pair of black loose fitting karate pants. Seeing there was no one else in there with me, I sat on the floor cross legged in front of one of the mirrors and closing my eyes softly chanted my daily Ave satanna. The voice chanted along with me. I had started in Latin as did the voice, in the middle I switched to English, the voice however stayed in Latin. 

Finishing, I closed my eyes and began taking slow deep breaths and let my mind drift, letting go of everything including the voice. No worries, no fear, no pain just peace. As my breathing slowed down and I relaxed even more, I began drifting to a place somewhere between conscious and subconscious. I felt as if I was floating and after a few minutes I opened the eyes inside of my mind.

I was standing inside the corridor of the attic that I had created in my mind. When I was sixteen and had been in karate for a few months, I had lost my temper and had completely unloaded on a couple of kids who had tried to hurt me. Technically it was self-defense, but I had broken the right arm and three ribs on one kid and the jaw and nose of the second, and it had taken three people to pull me off of them. The voice had told me to hurt them so badly that they would never even think of hurting me again. 

The social workers were pretty close to writing me off at that point, but my Karate instructor, a man named Joe Cabral, who gave free classes once a week at the home, stepped in and said he could help me. Cabral had sat and talked to me, or really at that point at me, for a while as I didn't really talk to anybody. After all, you never knew when you might make too much noise. At that thought I felt a ripple of unease go through my peaceful state. A growl came from down the other end of the attic. I took a deeper breath and refocused. 

Unfazed by my unresponsiveness Cabral continued to give me private lesson's(,) working out with me three times a week, much to the distress of the social workers who thought I was already too dangerous. After every lesson Cabral would talk to me about discipline and control and that I could have them if I wanted them, along with confidence, self respect and the ability to deal with everything around me.

Cabral was still my teacher when Doug and Denise took me in and after Megan had gotten me over the fear of speaking to people I started talking to Cabral, I told him I had no control over my temper; that all I saw was red and it was all over. This of course wasn't completely true, what I saw was Max Thompson's screaming face and massive fists. What I also didn't say was that I had a voice in my head telling me to hurt before I was hurt.

Cabral then told me that he had once had the same problem and for the same reason, like myself, Cabral had also been badly abused as a child, except for him it was his real father, and as he got older he began to have serious problems with anger and fighting. His mother had sent him to a therapist who had taught him a mental exercise to control that rage.

The trick was to picture your rage as some type of animal and then create a cage for it in your mind. Then meditate every day with that image, until you had it firmly envisioned in your head. Once it was complete, you put the animal in the cage and locked it. The idea sounded ridiculous, but I had a good imagination from reading constantly and gave it a try.

I envisioned my rage as a dog; a big black hound with red eyes and fangs that were so long they came out over its lower lip like a saber tooth. Rather than a cage I created an attic, an old musty one that no one would ever go in. I put the dog in the room at the end of the corridor and after closing the door put a wooden brace across it so it couldn't break through. 

This worked surprisingly well. I found I was able to control myself much better. Of course if someone touched me the dog would get out and all hell would break loose, but eventually, as I got better at karate that improved as well. As I learned how to defend myself by being faster, and more proficient than my opponents, I didn't need to lose my temper to handle myself. Even now at the clubs, when trouble started, I could usually talk the trouble makers down and if I had to act, was able to do so in a controlled manner, doing just enough to end the fight quickly with minimal damage to my opponent.




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis



This worked so well that I created several rooms for the attic, each one containing specific things so that when I needed them I could find them. In one were my school studies, whenever I couldn't remember something right away, if I concentrated hard enough I could go into the room and the answer would be there. I had one for my occult studies as well and even one for the memories of the women I had slept with, which was always a fun one to go into. 

I had also created one for pain and emotions in general. Anything I didn't want to deal with went up there. My break up with Krissy being one of the first things I had placed in there. Lately my sister Megan had been taking up a lot of space in there as well. Pushing that thought off I walked down the length of the corridor and frowned at the open door where the voice lived, of course it was open, because apparently I had decided to let it out for some reason.

To the left of this room was Megan's room. My sister was the best part of my life, as well as my dirtiest secret. I mean let's face it, the average guy doesn't have four years of sexual memories of his big sister. I smiled as I looked at that door. All the good stuff was in there. The real Megan was in there. The one who had saved my life; getting me to come live with her and her parents, the one who had gotten me to speak, the one who had slept with and comforted me. The woman who was not only my sister, but my best friend as well as forbidden lover.

I turned from that room and looked back at that room of pain. The other Megan lived there, the one who was always drunk or stoned, the one who had stolen from her parents so many times she wasn't allowed in their house alone anymore, the one who disappeared for weeks at a time and showed up a wreck, the one who, last time I had seen her, had needle marks in her arm.

Another growl sounded and I turned to face the door that contained the dog. I walked up to it and putting my hand on the wood could feel the vibration of the dog's growl. The dog was the embodiment of years of hate and pain, and every year more was added to it. If it were to get out I may never be able to get it back in. I turned and closing my eyes took a deep breath.

I opened my eyes and found myself staring once more at my reflection and as I stood couldn't help nodding in approval at what I saw before me. I maybe be broken on the inside but nature had more than compensated on the outside. Megan always referred to me as her beautiful little brother, and although beautiful wouldn't ordinarily be the word used to describe a man, I had to say, it fit me to a T. 

Starting with a pair of stunning multi colored eyes that not only contained shades of, green and gold with a hint of brown, but constantly shifted colors depending on the light or my mood. These eyes, combined with my high cheekbones, flawless features, smooth slightly olive complexion and lady killer smile never failed to weaken the resolve, and open the legs of any woman I turned them on.

By no means did my beauty end at my face, as five years of two to three hour a day work outs have left me in perfect physical condition. At 5'10 and one hundred eighty pounds I was not muscle bound by any means, but my shoulders were broad, and my 44" chest tapered down to a 32" waist. My stomach is a carved six pack and even under my massive tattoo's the definition in my arms is unmistakable. My lower body was just as well developed, as years of martial arts training have left me with a pair of extremely powerful, well muscled legs. 

The finishing touch to my amazing physique rested between those legs, in the shape of my enormous cock, which had never failed to induce a look of lust in the eyes of even the most experienced woman. Shaking my head I thought that whoever had coined the phrase "All men are created equal" was someone who was suffering from a serious case of wishful thinking. After running my fingers through my thick black hair I flexed my arms in the mirror.

"Am I not beautiful?" I asked smiling, my even white teeth flashing through the dark scruff of the five o'clock shadow I always maintained to cut down on the "pretty boy" comments I always received from the bikers at the bar as well as Doug.

"Oh mirror mirror on the wall!"

As I grabbed my gym bag from the floor I had to admit that that was a good one.

I went over to the corner of the gym I always worked out in where there were a couple of mats on the floor, a chin up bar screwed to the wall and a large hundred pound punching bag hanging by a chain. Tossing the bag on the floor I took a few minutes to stretch, wincing at how sore I was from last night. A night with Robin was a workout in itself.

Going over to the bag I took out two bricks, and after placing them on the floor and wrapping my hands tightly with ace bandages, I got down and began to do pushups on my knuckles on the bricks. After the first ten I felt the stiffness in my muscles begin to loosen and by twenty five I was feeling pretty good. I would do fifty of these and as part of my mind continued to count I drifted off and thought about the voice.

I had first heard it when I was nine years old. I had just taken a vicious beating from Max that had ended with him hitting me in the face several times. When he had turned to start screaming at his wife Julie, who was yelling at him for hurting me like that; I mean how were they going to explain it to the school? I turned and running downstairs to the basement, hid behind the washing machine. I sat there bleeding from my nose and mouth, and holding my right eye that was already swelling. I started crying, knowing that on top of the pain this meant no school for awhile, which meant more time with Max. 

I started sobbing louder. I wanted my sister Megan, I hadn't seen her in a long time, but the woman, who was there when I was taken from her, had said that someday we'd be back together. I put my head down and cried harder. Whenever I would cry when I was little Megan would give me a hug and tell me she loved me. Now no one loved me, I was all alone, I didn't even have any friends. All the kids made fun of me for not talking, they were the stupid ones; didn't they know they would get hit for that?

"You're not alone Mark." A dry raspy voice said in my head. "You have me to talk to."

"Who are you?" I asked.

"SHHH" the voice said. "Talk in here, that way Max doesn't hear you."

Who are you? I thought.

"I'm you, but a better, stronger, smarter you. I'm your friend Mark."

I began to slow down at fifty, when in a mocking tone the voice spoke;

"Fifty? Do seventy five you pussy."

Fuck you, I replied, but continued up to seventy five. On the last push up I kept my hands on the bricks and bringing my legs up did a handstand. Grunting with the effort, I lowered my head until it touched the floor then pushed myself straight up until my elbows locked and stayed there. My arms were trembling with the effort as I waited for the voice to count to sixty, then letting my legs drop down rolled onto my back and started my stomach crunches. As the Voice started counting to a hundred I continued to let my mind wander into the past.

From that day on the voice talked to me constantly. If I read a book we would discuss it. The voice was funny and always got me to laugh, making comments like;

"Do you think Nancy Drew ever fooled around with the Hardy Boys?"

In school if I didn't know the answer, it did. Sometimes the voice did protect me; warning me when Max was around, making sure I stayed quiet and out of his way. Other times it was of no use and we would just get beat anyways. Max would hit me hard, until I cried, then when I was crying, yell;

"Are you still making noise?"

He would then hit me again, and again. One time I started screaming and Max shoved a sock in my mouth, and threw me into a dark closet and left me there all night. I was so scared I had an accident and oh did I get beat for that one. 

Finishing the last crunch I drew my knees up to my chest and kicking out with my legs threw myself to my feet, where I spun and delivered a vicious kick to the bag. The bag came back, and picturing Max's fat face in my mind, I launched a right left combo hitting the bag so hard I felt the vibration up to my shoulders. Stepping away from the bag I jumped up and catching the pull up bar hoisted myself up and counted the first of the twenty five I would do.

I had somehow spent five years with Max, twice during that time I had been pulled away for an investigation and both times somehow brought back. As I would find out later, when Doug and Denise demanded to know how I had kept getting sent back, the social worker had said that there were other kids in and out of Max's and I was the only one he must have beaten, because most of the other one's said he never hit them. I knew that was a lie I'd seen him hit others, but, looking back on it, nowhere near as bad as he beat me, apparently I was his favorite.

The second time I had come back I was eleven and on one of the few occasions Max actually talked to me, he told me I kept coming back because no one else wanted me; that I was fucked up even for a state rat. I told him that wasn't true, that I had a sister and someday I'd be back with her. Max had shaken his head sadly at me and said;

"Christ Mark, didn't they tell you? Your sister died two years ago, she got sick and died."

Throwing myself down from the pull up bar I rolled backwards and springing up went into stance and started throwing a series of combinations my hands blurring through the air. My breathing was coming faster and faster and my heart was pounding. I could feel its beat in my still throbbing temples. Throwing myself to the floor I rolled, and coming to my feet went into a series of spin kicks that took me from one end of the mat to the other.

Of course I had believed Max. Now I was all alone and always would be. I gave up and didn't even try to talk. I still did my schoolwork, because it gave me something to think about, but at home all I did was read in my room, and try to stay away from Max. This went on for almost two more years. Julie had the school convinced there was a physical reason I couldn't talk and they taught me sign language. I would use that in school because I wouldn't have to make noise, so I thought that was great. Apparently I enjoyed it too much because once, when I was doing it at home, Max broke two fingers on each of my hands by stomping on them.

I finished the last kick, which had landed me within a few feet of the bag. Turning to it I started circling it, bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet as if it were an opponent and I was waiting for an opening. I shook the sweat from my eyes and could feel myself ready to explode. It was the same every day.

"You know who you want it to be!"

I threw a couple of quick kicks at the bag and, unable to help it, completed the cycle and went back to the last day with Max.

I had come home from school and went into the parlor. Max was sitting there hunched over the coffee table. I had to walk past him and tried to do so as quickly as I could. As I did I saw Max was leaning over a silver platter and there was white powder on it. Max had a straw in his nose and was sniffing the powder. I had never seen anything like that before and kept staring as I walked by, which was when I tripped over one of Max's boots that he had left on the floor.

I lost my balance and fell into the table. At the last minute I reached out to try to catch myself on the edge of the table and ended up hitting the edge of the platter. The platter flipped over sending the powder everywhere. Max stood up and started screaming at me. I tried to get up to run but he grabbed me and hit me, screaming about that was all he could get for the week. I tried to pull away but couldn't, still screaming, Max picked up the silver platter and swung it at my head.

Stepping into the bag I threw a savage right hook, then a left. The bag rocked back and when it came back I drove another left, right into it. Stepping back I threw a jump kick that sent the bag flying, when it came back I went into a series of lefts and rights, nothing fancy just hitting the bag as hard as I could. As I hammered away all I could see was Max and that platter heading for my head, Max stomping on my hands, telling me my sister was dead.

"Harder!!" The Voice called out.

As I struck the bag harder and harder, I could feel my shoulders burning and my heart was beating so hard I thought it was going to come through my chest. I kept swinging anyways, hitting the bag again and again.

"Show him Mark!"

On the verge of exhaustion I swung a few more times, hissing out words with each blow;

"Are... you... still... making.... noise!?!?!"

I snarled like an animal and slammed my left fist into the bag so hard it flew several feet away from me. When it came back I caught it by wrapping my right arm around it then started delivering a series of short brutal left hooks into it. I was swinging with everything I had and found I couldn't stop, I just kept swinging, envisioning myself crying and helpless, my shoulders hurt and I was gasping in-between punches.

"Mark Stop!"

I hit the bag one more time then leaned my face against it, panting for breath.

"Easy Mark." The voice was speaking much softer, in the soothing tone it had used when I was younger.

I stepped back from the bag and almost lost my balance. I had nothing left, to the point where I could barely lift my arms to pick the bricks up and toss them into the bag. Sitting down I pulled a bottle of water out and after drinking half poured the rest over my head. I put my head in my hands and, staying there for a few minutes, finished the story that played through my head on an all too often basis.

Max had hit me so hard with the platter that even Julie had panicked and called the rescue. The blow had fractured my skull and I was in a coma for three days. When I woke up I had a plate in my head and was told that I would never see Max again. I would later find out that Max had been arrested and convicted. In a travesty of justice he was released after only two and a half years. Like he had with Megan's foster father Frank; the animal that had raped her for two years, Doug had a private investigator follow up on Max and was told he had relocated to Florida because he couldn't find work up here.

In the meantime I bounced from group home to group home. No one wanted a sixteen year old kid who wouldn't talk and had rage issues on top of that. Then, one day, I was brought into a social workers office to meet Doug and Denise, who for some reason seemed to be interested in taking me in. Doug didn't say a lot, but Denise was very nice to me, and told me that the reason they had come to see me was that my sister, Megan, lived with them and how would I feel about seeing her again after all these years?

Looking at Denise I uttered a sentence for the first time in over a month;

"My sister died a long time ago."   

The next day they brought me back into the office where a tall beautiful girl with long dark hair and husky like blue eyes was waiting for me. Even after ten years I knew who she was, it really was my sister! Max had lied to me to cause me even more pain. As I stood there stunned, Megan came over and hugged me. Without realizing I was going to I hugged her back and put my head on her shoulder just like I did when I was little.

"I missed you Megan." I said softly.

I could feel her tears on my neck but her voice was steady when she said;

"Come on Mark, let your big sister take you home."

My head snapped up at that last image. Megan, of course that was why the voice was out. No one had seen or heard from her in close to a month. I was pretty sure she was in New York with Tommy, the stupid rich piece of shit that had gotten her hooked on coke in the first place. Well no, that wasn't completely true; Tommy had mostly sold coke, and only used it occasionally, until he turned my sister onto it, and she would only fuck him if he could get her some and partied with her. 

Yes that explained the voice; I had been thinking that if Megan didn't surface soon, I might have to try to find her. Providence was a small city and I had gained a reputation of someone not to fuck with, but New York was a different story. I might not even be able to find her, but whether I did or not there would be trouble and I would need to be able to do whatever needed to be done to help my sister. Yes that was definitely it, I would have to find my sister, and I would, and God help the person who was stupid enough to get in my way.

"And that's exactly what I'm here for."

I arrived at Mitch's around one and, parking in the back, let myself in the side door and went upstairs to the three room apartment that I had fixed up and rented for $400 a month. I tossed the gym bag on the floor in the corner and after tossing a tv dinner in the oven and grabbing a coke from the fridge went over to the small table next to the couch where my phone was and began the daily ritual of trying not to get my hopes up. 

When I looked at the answering machine I felt my heartbeat pick up. There was a message. I took a deep breath and pressed play, hoping that today would be the day, it would be my sister's voice on the machine. It wasn't, it was Mitch asking me if, instead of Baby Head, could I work the bar with Cynthia tonight as he was sick and couldn't make it. I sat down and slumped disgustedly into the couch. 

I picked up the phone and called Mitch, telling him it wouldn't be a problem. Honestly working at Mitch's would be better than the club anyways; there was very little trouble at Mitch's these days, as opposed to the club, which in the heart of downtown had more than its share of fights. Normally I would welcome the chance to slap a couple of punks around but the voice was back and I needed to be careful until I was sure I could handle it.

After hanging up the phone I started to head for the bathroom when the phone rang again. Fucking Mitch, he did this all the time if he wasn't going to be at the bar, he'd call me five times today to tell me something different each time. Grabbing the phone I said;

"I know, I know. Put the money in the safe."

There was a pause and then;

"Hey little brother, how are you?"

"Megan!" I exclaimed into the phone. "Sis where are you?"

"I'm up here."

She didn't sound good at all. Her normally bright cheery voice seemed subdued and had that raspy tone to it that spoke of too much partying and too little sleep.

"Is here New York?" I asked her.

"Oh," She said. "Umm yeah, that's where I am." She giggled into the phone. "You know I had to stop and think for a sec."

I sat down on the couch and fought to keep my voice steady.

"Are you with Tommy, Meg?"

She sighed into the phone.

"Well for now, but his dad's being a prick and doesn't want to wire him anymore money so..."

"So you'll be coming back home!" I said excitedly.

"Nah," Megan said. "Just because he has to leave doesn't mean I do. I have plenty of friends who'll let me stay with them."

"Bet they're all guys too."

I shook that image off and kept talking.

"Listen sis," I began. "Why don't you just come home? I miss you."

"I miss you too Mark, but it's a lot of fun up here."

I tried a different approach;

"Megan, Denise is worried about you."

There was silence on the other end and I was afraid she had hung up, then speaking so softly I could barely hear her Megan said;

"You can tell her I'm okay Mark. Tell her I love her."

"You can tell her that sis; she should hear it from you."

"I... I can't Mark," I could hear her voice start to choke up. "I can't stand how she sounds when I talk to her, oh please just tell her for me Mark."




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"Megan just come home with Tommy," Grasping for straws I told her; "Come home for me sis, I need you, I..."

"Nice try little brother," Megan said and once again let out that sick sounding giggle. She was definitely on something. "You don't need me Mark, you're doing just fine for yourself. You got plenty of girls to take care of you."

"That's not what I need sis. I need you."

"No Mark," Now she sounded sad again. "No you don't. Maybe you might need the big sister you had, but not me, I'm no good for you."

"Let me decide that." I told her.

"No Mark, you'd decide that I would always be okay for you. Trust me Mark, you don't need me around you like this."

"Meg, you need to come home." I told her. "I miss you, Denise is scared for you. I mean those people up there Meg, it's all just a party and down here...

"

"I don't need a fucking lecture Mark!" Megan snapped in my ear. "Christ, I called to tell my little brother that I love him, that's all, and now I get all this weepy bullshit. I'm fine Mark and I'll come home when I'm ready, got it?"

"Megan please," I started.

"Mark I have to get going, my change is running out."

"Meg," I whispered into the phone. "Please don't go."

"I have to Mark." I heard a click on the other end and thought I lost her.

"Meg?"

"Gotta go little brother, but don't forget that your big sister loves you."

"I love you too sis." I said quietly.

There was another click and the phone went dead. After hanging up the receiver I closed my eyes and slumped back into the couch. That conversation was a replay of the last few times Meg and I had spoken. Hard to believe as little as a year ago we had been so close.

"Reeeeal Close!"The voice laughed as if it had said something hilarious. I ignored it.

I still had no idea where Megan was or who she was with and there was no doubt she had been messed up on the phone. What the hell was I going to do?

"Let go of her Mark."

"What?" I asked out loud. 

"She's chosen this life Mark, we can't stop her, so just let it go."

"I will not give up on my sister."

"Oh how noble. Remember our teachings Mark. Megan is a psychic vampire. She's doing us a favor not being around. She knows she'll only bring us down with her."

"That's not true." I said feeling myself starting to get angry. "Megan will be fine, she just needs..."

"Oh admit it Mark! Megan's weak and she's going down. It will only get worse Mark, it will keep going until they find her de...

"Shut the fuck up!!!" I jumped up from the couch and screamed into the air. "My sister is going to be okay! I'll help her!"

"No Mark, she's on a bad path and we can't follow her." 

"I'll go to hell and back for my sister!!" 

I was yelling into the air and somewhere in the back of my mind I pictured my father in an institution, so heavily sedated he was barely conscience. No that would not be me, I was stronger than that. Still yelling at the voice I faced the full length mirror on the inside of the open bathroom door;

"You know what? Maybe you're the fucking weak one!"

"I'm not trying to piss you off Mark, but you have to accept it, we need to forget about her." 

"She saved our fucking lives!! You never forget that!!"

I couldn't keep doing this, my head was pounding and I could feel myself losing it. Somewhere inside my head I heard the dog slam into the door in the attic. Walking into the bathroom I threw open the medicine cabinet so hard that the mirrored door hit the wall and I heard it break. Reaching into the cabinet I grabbed the bottle of Ambien my doctor had prescribed to me two years ago when I finally broke down and talked to him about my bouts of insomnia.

I was supposed to take it every night to insure I would sleep, but I didn't like the thought of not being able to wake up quickly. The only times I would take it was when I was in the middle of a long bout of insomnia or when I wanted to silence a certain unwanted visitor in my head. Taking two of the caplets I shut the cabinet and found myself staring into the broken mirror. The glass had cracked right down the middle and as I looked at my face, it appeared to be split in two.

"How symbolic."The voice remarked then laughed.

"Yeah?" I asked popping the pills into my mouth. "Let's see whose laughing in a couple of hours."

"Mark don't take those! You need me!"

I swallowed the pills and smiling at my fractured reflection said;

"Sweet dreams asshole, no one comes between me and my sister. Not even you."

I awoke with a start to the sound of the phone ringing out in the parlor. Sitting up quickly I glanced at the clock and saw it was eight o'clock. I had eaten quickly then laid down at two. The pills had really knocked me out. Jumping out of bed I made the parlor in four running steps and caught the phone in the middle of another ring.

"Yeah?" 

"Hey Mark it's Cynthia, are you coming down here? Mitch said you were coming in at seven and the place is packed."

"Shit, yeah Cyn I'll be down in two minutes."

I hung up and as I sat down on the couch to catch my breath I closed my eyes and cocking my head listened or more correctly felt around my head. Even if it wasn't speaking I could always sense when the voice was around. It was a feeling, as if someone was standing right behind me, like when I'd walk into a room and somehow sense someone else was in it. 

I didn't feel anything, the pills had worked. Most of the time they did, but occasionally, if I was really upset or in the middle of a tough situation, it would still be there. Getting up I went into the bedroom and threw on jeans, a black tank top and my favorite black snakeskin boots. Going into the bathroom I brushed my hair and staring into one half of the cracked mirror trimmed my beard down to where it was little more than a five o'clock shadow.

Locking the door behind me I went down the stairs and entered the back room of Mitch's through the door at the foot of the stairs. This was the main reason Mitch had ended up renting to me. Anyone who lived upstairs could easily break into the bar if they wanted to. With me living there not only did Mitch not worry about me ever taking anything from him, but if anyone broke in they would be dealing with me. I smiled at that thought, as Mitch had me under strict orders to break as many of their bones as I felt I could get away with and claim they attacked me.

I cut through the back room and came out at one end of the long bar. Cynthia hadn't been kidding; the place was jammed. As usual, the mixed crowd in the place always surprised me. Mitch was a former Hells Angel, who a few years ago won big in Vegas and had bought not only the bar but had gone halves with a former member of his gang and bought Baby Head. Because of his biker ties half the crowd looked like rejects from the cast of Easy Rider, most of them in their early forties, covered in tattoo's and, from the looks of it, probably had to install better shocks in their bikes to accommodate their fat out of shape asses.

Due to the bar being within a short distance of not only URI's campus, but also not too far from PC, the other half of the crowd consisted of college frat boys and hot little coeds. Of course this mix led to its share of trouble, or used to anyways. In the two years since I'd worked here things had been considerably quieter, well maybe not quieter, but the arguments usually stayed verbal, as the rule was the asshole who threw the first punch had to deal with me. 

I shook my head as I realized my mind was wandering again and turning made my way down to the other end of the bar to where Cynthia was standing. As I approached her I couldn't help but take my time getting a good long look at her. In a word Cynthia; or Cyn as I liked to call her, and was the only one who was allowed to, was hot, with long red hair, big blue eyes, and one hell of a body.

Cynthia was on the short side, barely over five feet but built like a brick shit house with huge tits, and although I wouldn't say she was chunky, unless I was being mean to her of course, definitely had some curves, but they were in all the right places. For a small girl, Cynthia had the kind of beautifully shaped plump little ass, and slightly wide hips that were made for doggy style. 

I had been fucking around with Cynthia for close to a year and a half now and at this point all but owned her. We had started out by dating for a few months. Of course she had wanted me for months, even when I had been with Krissy, so we had started fucking right away, our first "date" consisting of me asking her if she wanted to see my apartment. After a few months I realized it was turning into a relationship and I had sworn I would never do that again after Krissy.

No there would be no more "girlfriends" for me, just sex. Keeping that in mind I had started getting rougher and rougher with Cynthia. I would call her a whore, treat her like one, and sometimes not even let her spend the night. Cynthia would always get mad, call me names, and say she was done, but all I had to do was flash my killer smile, sweet talk her a little and be good to her for a night and she go right back to letting me do as I pleased.

Once, after getting her drunk, I talked her into dropping to her knees behind the bar and blowing me while there were still a few people around the pool table. When she finished I thanked her then told her to cover for me. As she stood staring I went over to the end of the bar and taking the hand of a cute little blonde took her past Cynthia and right up to my apartment.

Cynthia had stayed away from me for a couple of weeks after that, but after deciding I did miss her(,) I sweet talked her and got her upstairs. I was extremely good to her that night; going down on her for well over an hour and going nice and easy with her. I was good for awhile, letting her think it was just her, at least at the bar anyways. I saw Robin whenever she called and also was nailing Megan's friend Betty here and there. The fact that Betty had also seduced my sister, and the two of them still messed around sometimes, made her impossible to give up completely.

Even though Cynthia knew damn well I fucked whoever I wanted to, she would still get upset and sometimes even be on the verge of tears when I took one home or even played in front of her. Little did she know that was the way to guarantee I would take her for the night, as I was a sucker for that cute little pout. When she got that way I would always come up and, after giving her a little kiss, tell her I might have others but she was my favorite. Cynthia would eat that up and be more than happy to spend time with me even if she knew damn well I had been with someone else the night before.

Looking at Cynthia now however, I was pretty sure that she would be my choice this evening, as she looked hot, even for her. Cynthia was a smart girl, who was in her third year at URI where she was majoring in Economics. What made her even smarter than her education however was the fact that she knew she was hot, and that the better she looked, the more tips she would get. Because of that Cynthia tended to wear some eye popping outfits to work and tonight was no exception.

Cynthia had decided to sport the naughty school girl look, complete with white blouse tied in the middle to show off her stomach, a thigh length plaid mini skirt, and even white knee highs with black heels. The best part of the entire look for me however was her long red hair pulled into pig tails. As if to prove my point I watched one of the bikers give her a $5 tip to pull on them hard enough to bring her face to his and kiss her cheek.

Cynthia laughed and I noticed made sure she stayed leaning over so everyone at the bar got a good look down her shirt at her huge tits and the edge of her black lace bra. Hey if you got it flaunt it, I thought as I walked up behind her and leaning over whispered;

"You look damn hot tonight Cyn, even for you."

Cynthia turned and looking up at me through her long eyelashes said softly;

"Thank you sir."

I winked at her and, reaching up under her skirt, gave her ass a pinch, before walking down to the other end of the bar where I finally got to work getting people their beers and shots. The bar stayed busy, which made the time go by quickly and I was having a great time flirting with a tall brunette dressed in a low cut tank top and a skirt that was so short I could see her red panties.

I stayed in front of her all night, giving her drinks on the house and even leaning over and kissing her. I had made damn sure Cynthia was watching when I did, loving the mixed look of hurt and anger on her face. When I saw her looking I would smirk and shrug at her. Cynthia stared back at me and with a little smirk of her own turned around and, since she was behind the bar and no one could see, flipped her skirt up to show off the skimpy black thong she had on that left those perfectly rounded ass cheeks completely bare. Oh she was learning.

Around ten Cynthia went around the bar out onto the floor and, after selecting Mustang Sally from the juke box, walked over and getting a more than willing biker to help her up onto the bar, proceeded to start to dance, swinging to the music and flipping her skirt up to any guy who threw a few dollars on the bar. Cynthia had done a few shots and when one guy showed her a ten undid her white blouse and opened it to show those beautiful creamy tits that were all but falling out of the bra. 

Cynthia looked over at me expecting me to get up there with her as I usually did, but instead I went around the bar and, taking the brunettes hand, pulled her onto the floor with me where I wrapped my arms around her waist and let her grind her ass into my crotch. Once again the look on her face was priceless, especially when I reached under the girls shirt and fondled her tits. The brunette(,) who I think had said her name was Tammy, leaned back into me, turning her head to the side. Taking my cue I leaned over and started kissing and sucking on her neck. 

Tammy moaned in her throat and, reaching her hand behind her, grabbed my crotch. She squeezed it, then turning in my arms to face me, looked me in the eye and asked me if I wanted to go back to her place when I closed and fuck her. I had to say I was tempted, but Cynthia did look good tonight. I suppose if I was going to have a problem this was a good one to have.

The song finished and because some of the crowd had left, I stayed out on the floor and played pool for awhile with some of the college kids, winning $50 and of course continuing to play with Tammy, letting her sit on my lap and sliding my hand so far up her thigh I could feel the heat of her pussy along the edge of my hand. Every time I saw Cynthia look over I would kiss her or nuzzle my face into her neck.

When it was ten minutes to closing I went back behind the bar and coming up behind Cynthia said;

"Hey you mind cleaning up alone, I have somewhere to go."

Cynthia looked at me and pouted;

"Come on Mark, I wore this just for you."

I shrugged,

"Wear it another time Cyn, I got a better offer tonight."

Cynthia turned away quickly, but not before I saw the hurt look in her eyes.

"Whatever Mark," She said. "Just lock the door on your way out."

"Thanks Cyn, you're the best." I told her walking away.

I went up to Tammy and, taking her hand, walked out of the bar with her. When we got outside I told her I had to get going. Tammy looked at me like I was nuts, saying she thought I was going back to her place. I shook my head and told her I had a great time, but had to go. I then handed her my number and told her to give me a call tomorrow, and maybe I could swing by and see her. I gave her a kiss that I know left her wet and then, walking around the other side of the bar, let myself in the back door.

I cut through the room and came out to see Cynthia leaning over the bar wiping it down. I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. Cynthia yelped in surprise then, as she turned to see it was me, asked if I forgot something. I told her no, but I had decided that she was definitely hotter than Tammy and would she like to come upstairs with me. Cynthia smiled and said she'd love to. Smirking at her I said;

"Is that how you answer me?"

Putting her head down Cynthia pouted and whispered;

"Thank you for letting me be with you sir."

"Be with me?" I asked her. "What the hell do you call that?"

"Thank you for..." She hesitated then said; "Thank you for deciding to fuck me tonight sir."

"That's better." I told her then added; "It's your turn to clean up, I'll see you upstairs."

I went upstairs and, after lighting some candles in the bedroom, stripped down to my boxers and waited on the edge of the bed. Looking at the candles I shook my head. My standard line for why I always left them on was, "You're skin looks so beautiful in the candle light." In reality I was twenty one years old and still had a hard time sleeping in the dark. It was why I usually drank quite a bit on the nights I spent at Robin's condo.

I heard the front door open and Cynthia came walking into the bedroom.

"Damn you look good." She said smiling at me.

I didn't respond and after a second Cynthia shrugged and untying her blouse let it drop to the floor.

"Did I tell you to get undressed?" I asked her.

"Well no," Cynthia began, "But I thought..."

"You see, that's the problem Cyn," I told her. "You thought. What have I told you about that?"

"Sorry sir, I..."

"Sluts like you aren't supposed to think. If I want thinking I'll go to school. What I want right now is for you to come over here, get down on your knees and do the only thing your good for."

Cynthia had that precious mix look of anger and lust on her face. I knew she hated when I talked to her like that, but was also staring at the huge bulge in my shorts and was all but licking her lips. Finally with a deep breath Cynthia said quietly;

"I'm sorry sir, let me take care of you."

Cynthia took a step towards me.

"Strip first." I told her.

"But you said..."

"I changed my mind, now get naked before I decide I'd rather jerk off then waste my time with you."

"Yes sir." Cynthia said with a delightful little edge to her voice.

I watched as she unhooked her bra, exposing those amazing tits with their gorgeous little pink nipples. Cynthia turned her back to me and, after stepping out of the skirt, bent over to slide her thong down, pointing that nice round ass at me and giving me a great view of her smooth pussy. I could see from across the room that she was wet. Cynthia stayed that way, and after rolling the stockings down, lifted one leg at a time to slide them and her shoes off.

Cynthia turned around and once again took a step forward, and again I stopped her.

"Crawl."

"What?" She asked her eyes widening.

"Get down on your knees and crawl over to me."

Cynthia shook her head.

"Forget it Mark, I don't mind playing around, but I am not going to crawl on the floor like a fucking dog for you."

"I was thinking more like the fucking pig you are, but I suppose dog could work too." I said smirking.

"You know what Mark," She began her face getting red. "I..."

"Either get on the floor or take the door slut," I told her shrugging. "It's your choice." I smirked and added; "It's not like I can't get someone else over here."

Cynthia stared hard at me and I met her gaze. This was the part I loved; the test of wills, usually I won, but there had been a couple of times Cynthia had walked out. As Cynthia continued to look at me I reached down and slid my underwear off, allowing my enormous cock to spring free. Cynthia's eyes were instantly drawn to it, and, after staring for a minute, she looked back up at me and I could see her wavering.




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis



Reaching down I grabbed the base of my cock and squeezed it, causing some pre cum to start oozing out. With my other hand I made a come here gesture to Cynthia. Swallowing hard Cynthia slowly dropped to her knees and leaned forward so her hands were on the floor. 

"There you go," I said softly. "That's my good girl."

Cynthia began to crawl across the floor towards me, her face was beet red in embarrassment, but not only were her eyes glued to my cock, but her heavy breathing was making her huge tits rise and fall and her mouth was parted as if she was already preparing to suck my cock. I felt my own breath pick up as I watched her come towards me, her nipples almost grazing the floor and her ass pointing in the air. 

Cynthia stopped directly between my legs and, still on her hands and knees, looked up at me and, opening her mouth, put her tongue out to me. I pointed my cock down and, putting just the tip on her tongue, squeezed it again sending some of my sticky fluid onto her waiting tongue. Without hesitation Cynthia pulled her tongue into her mouth and eyes rolling moaned in her throat as she swallowed every drop. Damn if she keeps this up I was going to have to be nice to her before the night was over.

Sitting back on her knees Cynthia leaned forward, ducking her head under my cock and began gently tonguing my balls. Reaching up she took my cock from my hand and started slowly stroking it while holding it to the side so she could continue to work my balls with her tongue. I held back the moan that was trying to escape me as Cynthia switched from tonguing to sucking, taking her time and going back and forth from one to the other.

This time I did slip and let out a soft groan. To her credit Cynthia didn't smile or say a word, she simply kept going, using her mouth to great effect all the while still pumping my cock with her hand. After kissing each of my balls Cynthia took her tongue and starting at the base licked up the length of my shaft then back down again. As she did this, her other hand took over where her mouth left off and started caressing my balls while she licked and stroked.

I reached down and started to tease each of her nipples with my finger tips. Cynthia moaned and, putting her lips along one side of my cock, started sliding them up and down. I groaned again and found myself beginning to breathe even heavier, damn she was getting me worked up. I closed my eyes and prepared to lean back and enjoy when I realized that she was taking over. Opening my eyes I gave her nipples a sudden hard twist that caused her to cry out in pain and surprise.

"Did I say I wanted to be teased?" I demanded.

Cynthia looked up at me her eyes wide and her lip already starting that delightful trembling that always got me hot.

"N-No sir but I thought that you would want me to take my time and... oww!"

I had twisted her nipples again, harder than last time.

"Stop acting like you're my girlfriend and just suck my cock like the fucking whore you are!"

I went for Cynthia's nipples again and with a precious little yelp she pulled back, but as she did she put her mouth on my cock and started sucking it rapidly in and out of her mouth, taking me down about halfway each time. Her hand was still on my balls and all in all it was feeling pretty fucking good, but I couldn't let her know that.

"Oh for Christ sakes!" I snapped. "You'd think by now you'd know what you were doing!"

With that I grabbed the back of her head and, holding it still, rammed my cock all the way down her throat. Cynthia squealed around it and sounded like she was ready to gag. I held her head still, keeping my cock buried in her mouth right down to the base of my shaft. Cynthia gurgled around it and tried to move her head. I let go and she pulled her head back, causing my cock to come out with a loud slurping sound. 

Cynthia was gasping for breath. Looking up at me she said;

"Mark, I can't take it that deep, you know that."

I rolled my eyes.

"I knew I should have gone with Tammy." I shook my head. "Bet she can give a decent blow job."

"I..." Cynthia started, but I made a disgusted noise and said;

"Oh just suck on it for Christ's sakes. It beats my hand I suppose."

Cynthia gave me another one of those precious dirty looks but went right back to my cock and was definitely sucking it in further than before. I let her go for a minute then with a loud sigh told her;

"Oh here let me!"

Reaching out quickly I grabbed her pig tails and, before she could react, yanked down on them, once again forcing my cock down her throat. As Cynthia squealed again I started pulling her head up and down by the pig tails, forcing my cock in and out of her mouth. Cynthia's eyes were looking up at me and she was trying to shake her head no.

"Oh please!" I snapped. "Don't even pretend you don't like that! That's why you did your hair like that tonight and you know it, don't you? You couldn't wait for me to grab onto them could you?"

Cynthia was whining around my cock and her eyes were beginning to water.

"Aw what's the matter Cyn, that to deep for you?"

Cynthia fell into the trap and nodded.

"Yeah? You think that's deep?" I asked. "How about this?"

Standing up I pulled my cock from her mouth, but still holding onto her hair yanked Cynthia towards the bed. To avoid having her hair pulled Cynthia let herself go with the pull and, going off balance, fell into a sitting position against the bed. I quickly stepped around her so that my cock was right in her face and, reaching down, pinched her nipples again. When she cried out I shoved my cock back into her partially opened mouth.

Cynthia whimpered but opened her mouth. Grabbing her pig tails again I stepped forward so that my legs had her shoulders pinned to the bed and once again started slamming my cock in and out of her mouth.

"Yeah you like that don't you Cyn, like getting face fucked like the little pig you are."

Cynthia's eyes were watering even more and she was squealing around my cock even louder.

"This position no good for you either?" I didn't wait for an answer before saying; "Fine!"

I stepped back and this time pulled up on her hair. Cynthia yelped in pain and quickly stood up. I pushed her hard so she fell back onto the bed. Grabbing her legs I lifted them and spun her so her head was at the foot of the bed. I quickly went to the foot and(,) grabbing her shoulders(,) pulled her towards me so that her head was hanging off the bed. Reaching down I got my hand under the back of her head and, holding it still, put my cock to her lips,

"Hmm mmm!" Cynthia moaned shaking her head.

"No?" I asked her. "Too bad, because I was going to take care of you like this."

Cynthia was short enough so that my arm could reach down between her legs and as I did I slipped two fingers into her soaking wet pussy.

"Ohhh!" She moaned.

"Yeah you like that?" I asked as I started pumping them in and out.

"Yes! Ohhh yes s-sir!" She gasped out.

"How about this?"

With that I got my thumb on her clit and started rubbing it in circles. Cynthia moaned loudly and her hips started to move into my hand.

"Too bad." I said and stopped.

"Oh no!" She moaned. "Oh please Mark, I... "Cynthia cried out as I got her nipple again.

"Sir!" She corrected herself. "Oh please sir!"

"Aw Cyn, do you wanna cum?"

"Yes, oh yes please!"

"Then suck my cock and I'll get you off."

"I... I can't like this it's to.. oh no please!"

Cynthia yelled that out as I started to pull away from her. I shrugged and said;

"Your choice."

Cynthia looked up at me, her face was wet from a mixture of tears and my cock dripping down into her face. She was panting and, even though my hand was only on her stomach, her hips were moving. I brought my hand up to my mouth and sucked on the fingers that had been in her pussy. I almost slipped and moaned again at how sweet her pussy tasted. Cynthia could play offended all she wanted but fact was, being treated this way got her going as it did all women, they just never wanted to admit it.

"Ohh Sir please, I'll do it the other way, I just want...Ohhh!"

I had slid my fingers through her wet pussy lips and dipped my fingers in again.

"Okay, I will, oh just please go easy, please I... umm." 

I shoved my cock down into her throat all the way and held it there. Cynthia moaned around it and her hands came up and wrapped around my hips. I started fucking her pussy with my fingers then once again found her clit with my thumb and started stroking it. Cynthia whimpered and her hips started moving. I started slowly pumping my cock in and out of her mouth, only going a few inches at a time as I continued to play with her swollen clit.

"Hmm mmm." 

Cynthia moaned in approval as I took it easy on her mouth and gently played with her pussy. After only a couple of minutes her moans were turning to whimpers and I could feel her thighs begin to tremble. At that moment I drew my hips up and slammed my cock all the way down into her throat. Cynthia made a gurgling sound and tried to push my hips back with her arms but I was too heavy to move. I started fucking the shit out of her face pulling my cock two thirds of the way out before driving it back down.

Cynthia squirmed and squealed beneath me as I forced her to keep taking the entire length of my cock down her throat. As I continued pounding her pretty little mouth my fingers picked up speed, pumping in and out of her pussy and my thumb was rubbing her clit harder and faster. Despite her continuing to writhe against my cock Cynthia was also getting closer and closer to cumming. She wasn't the only one as knowing she was going to cum, even though I was raping her mouth, was enough to get me right on the edge as well.

I started fucking her mouth even faster, but at this point I don't think Cynthia cared, as with another long squeal around my cock her back arched up off the bed and her legs straightened pinning my hand between her thighs. Cynthia's hips began to buck up and down onto the bed and I could feel the muscles of her pussy contracting around my fingers. As her back arched even more Cynthia let out a whimper around my cock that pushed me over the edge.

I gave her two more hard pumps and then let out a long moan of my own as I felt my cock explode into her mouth, sending my hot cum spurting down her throat. Cynthia's squeals turned to gurgles as I continued to thrust my squirting cock into her mouth. With a long shuddering moan I left my cock in her mouth and, like the good girl I had trained her to be, Cynthia started sucking hard, milking every last drop of cum from it.

I stood up, pulling my cock from her mouth and, looking down at her sweat soaked face. slapped it hard against her lips and said;

"Cumming while I fucked your mouth, see what a fucking pig you are?"

"Yes sir." Cynthia gasped out.

"Stand up." I told her.

Cynthia looked at me and hesitated until I pinched her nipple again. Cynthia rolled over and, getting off the bed, stood in front of me. Grabbing her shoulders I turned her around and pushed her back, making her bend over the bed. I dropped to my knees, and spreading her ass cheeks open, plunged my tongue into her pussy. Cynthia squealed in delight and I moaned softly into it. I knew this broke the rules, but her pussy had tasted too sweet to not suck on it and besides, I'd even the score in a little while.

As Cynthia whimpered and moaned I pushed my tongue in and out of her pussy, then sliding down sucked her clit into my mouth and, holding it there, swirled my tongue around it. 

"Ohhh oh thank you, Oh Mark that is soooo good."

I even let her calling me Mark go, as I had to say I liked hearing her moan my name like that. Still sucking her clit I slid one of my hands up and quickly plunged one finger into her extremely tight little ass. Cynthia let out a yelp, but that was quickly followed by a groan as I started working the finger in rhythm with my sucking of her clit. Within minutes Cynthia's legs started shaking and her soft round ass was shaking in my face.

"Ohh oh yes, oh please don't stop sir, oh.."

Cynthia came hard and directly in my face, filling my mouth with a gush of her sweet sticky pussy juice. Cynthia squealed as she rocked her ass and pussy into my cum soaked face. After a long shuddering groan I felt her slump onto the bed and her legs started to bend at the knees. I stood up behind her and, taking my once again rock hard cock, started slapping it on her ass.

"Oh damn that was good, oh please fuck me now sir, oh I want to feel it."

"Oh you will." I told her and with one smooth thrust drove my cock deep into her sopping wet pussy.

Cynthia let out a loud yelp as my huge cock completely filled her tight little pussy. I held it there then pulling it out slammed it back in and then, holding onto those beautiful curvy hips of hers, started fucking the shit out of her as hard as I could. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh god that's deep oh!" 

Cynthia started yelping with each hard thrust, and I began to go harder, putting all the power of my hips into each pump. I was slamming into her so hard the bed was rocking. The pitch of Cynthia's yelps went up and she began whining;

"Ow oh Mark, go easy please, I..."

Cynthia cried out as I caught her right ass cheek with a wicked slap.

"Sir!" She shouted. "Oh please sir, easy it hurts!"

"That hurts?" I asked smirking.

"Oh yes oh it's so fucking big! Please go easy!"

I pulled my cock out and, with deliberate slowness, placed the tip at the edge of her ass.

"No!!" Cynthia cried out. "No please Mark don't..."

Cynthia yelped as I slapped her again. She started begging, calling me sir, but I wasn't paying attention, I was staring at the huge head of my cock pressing against her tight puckered asshole. I had fucked her in the ass a couple of other times and she hadn't wanted to either time, but it wasn't really about what she wanted.

"I get you off twice and I get no?" I asked her.

"Mark, really it hurts to much, please just fuck me, I won't whine anymore please..."

"Fuck it, go home." I said stepping back from her.

"What?" she asked looking over her shoulder.

"I said go home Cynthia. I'll call Betty, that little pig loves it in her ass and she'll be more than happy to spend the night with me."

Cynthia stared at me and once again our eyes locked. Cynthia loved to spend the night, it made her feel less cheap I'm sure, but she also claimed it was because she loved being next to me, in the end what mattered to me was that it was what usually got me what I wanted. Apparently tonight would be no different as with that adorable pout Cynthia said softly;

"Okay, but please go easy there." She swallowed hard her lip trembling. "Please?"

I stepped back up behind her, thinking that after tonight I would have to be very good to her next time around; maybe even take her out somewhere. I put my cock back into her pussy and fucked her slowly for a minute, getting my cock wet then, pulling it out, put it up against her ass and pushed it in a couple of inches.

Cynthia let out a high pitched whine and made as if to crawl up onto the bed. I grabbed her hips and eased in a little further.

"Ohhhh," Cynthia whimpered; "Oh, it hurts."

I stayed still, giving her ass a chance to get used to my cock, then, after pulling back a couple of inches, shoved it all the way in.

"Oh my fucking god!!" Cynthia cried out.

I gave her another minute then started fucking her. I wasn't slamming the shit out of her, but I wasn't exactly going slow either. Cynthia started squealing like a stuck pig and the sound was like music to my ears; I wanted her to sing some more. I started fucking her harder and the pitch of the squeal went up.

"Oh Mark please! Oh god Mark oww!"

I gave her a few more pumps then pulled out and went back to her pussy, where I started fucking the shit out of her. Cynthia moaned and I'm sure at this point it didn't seem to hurt at all. For the next fifteen minutes I worked my cock back and forth from her pussy to ass, a few slow strokes followed by a few hard pumps in each.

Cynthia alternately moaned and squealed, her back was covered in sweat and I could feel her legs shaking in exhaustion against mine as I fucked her. I noticed the squeals were getting less shrill as she was getting used to my cock in her ass. I began to feel myself getting close and decided that I wanted to finish the night off on a high note; a very high note.

After spending a few minutes stroking slowly in and out of Cynthia's pussy, which at this point was so wet it was dripping down her thighs, I pushed it in her ass and, after one slow stroke, reared back and started fucking the shit out of her.

Cynthia screamed out loud as I tore into her and not for the first time I thought that it was a damned good thing there was no one else in the building. I was holding Cynthia's hips so tight she couldn't move at all and was forced to take every inch of my massive cock. At this point Cynthia was emitting a sound that could only be described as a wail, her hands were squeezing the sheets so hard they were white knuckled and her legs had completely let go, to where if I didn't have her hips she would have fallen. 

Cynthia turned her head and all it took was one look at her wide eyed tear streaked face to send me over the edge. I let out a howl of my own and came inside of her ass. Despite the fact I had cum only a half hour ago I felt like a I was never going to stop, I shot so much cum inside of her ass that it was squirting out around my cock as I kept fucking her. I stopped and stepped back, and with a moan Cynthia slid to her knees on the floor with just her head resting on the bed.

I sat on the bed next to her and, lifting her sweat soaked head from the bed, leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lips. Cynthia barely returned the kiss before dropping her head back down. Standing up I bent over and, getting my arms under her legs, lifted her up and laid her on the bed. I put a pillow under her head and leaving her there went into the bathroom, where I took a quick cold shower. 

Despite another extremely long day I didn't feel all that tired, but knew Cynthia was done for the night. I noticed that I had used the last of the shampoo and tossed the bottle away as I got out. It was a warm night and my air conditioner had shit the bed, so I barely dried off before going back into the bedroom. Cynthia was right where I left her, sprawled out on her back the bed, her head turned into the pillow.

I stood there looking at her for a minute thinking that she really was sexy, maybe not as hot as Robin, but Cynthia really was something to look at. Walking over to the bed I sat down on the edge of it and shook her shoulder. Cynthia looked up at me with her eyes barely open and that cute little pout and asked;

"You're not going to make me leave are you?"

"Of course not." I told her. "You were a very good girl tonight Cyn, you can stay."

"Thanks Mark." She said and started to roll over.

"Hey." I said and as she turned shook my head. "You really don't think I'm going to let you stay in my bed all fucking sweaty and sticky like that do you?"

"Mark, I'm tired."

"Well get your tired ass in the shower or dressed and out the door, you're not sleeping with me like that."

With a groan that brought a smile to my face Cynthia forced herself up off the bed and headed for the bathroom. My smile broadened as I noticed how gingerly she was walking. As she entered the bathroom I lied down on my back and, crossing my hands on my chest, closed my eyes. I must have drifted off because I jumped awake as Cynthia climbed into the bed next to me. I glanced over at her and she started to slide over to me.

"It's a big bed Cyn, you don't need to be that close."




Siblings with Benefits Lex Talionis



Cynthia put her eyes down and shaking her head started to roll away from me. I had to say I felt a little bad, but I just wasn't one for being close, except of course for.... My thoughts stopped as my nose picked up a very familiar smell; strawberries.

"Hey," I said rolling over onto my side to Cynthia who was on her side facing me on the other side of the bed. "Where did you get that shampoo?"

"Oh, there was none in the shower and I found it under the sink." She frowned and sighed. "Why Mark does it stink? Do you want me on the floor?"

"No," I whispered as I did I slid closer to her and reaching out took some of her long hair in my hand and bringing it to my nose inhaled deeply.

"It smells nice." I said softly.

The shampoo was Megan's. The strawberry scent had been her favorite since she was a little girl. When I had first come to live there and couldn't sleep Megan would come into my room and lay down with me. When I had terrible nightmares of Max, Megan would lie on her back and let me rest my head on her shoulder, her arm around me. My face would be buried in her hair, and many were the nights I fell asleep to that scent.

Of course after a few months of sleeping together we became lovers and there would be many more nights that the smell of that shampoo would be in my face, across my chest, even Megan's back would smell like it after her wet hair had been across it. I felt a wave of sadness come over me. As little as a few months ago Megan would spend at least a couple of nights a week here. We'd play all night and, after we were done, she would lie on her side and I would curl up behind her and hold her to me. Now I was lucky if it was once every couple of weeks and at this point it had been well over a month since my big sister had shared my bed.

"Mark?"

"Huh?" I shook my head realizing Cynthia had been talking to me.

"I asked what you said." 

"I said it smells nice on you." 

"Oh thanks." Cynthia said and looked at me strangely.

I realized she was waiting for me to say something nasty and felt a pang of regret at how I had treated her. I just couldn't help myself, after Krissy everything had turned into a game for me. The game that Megan and I had learned together, and now it was as if I couldn't enjoy sex unless it was nasty and I was in control.

"No really," I said. "I like it."

Cynthia smiled at me. She really did have a beautiful smile. Leaning forward I kissed her and as I did inhaled the smell of the shampoo.

"Good night Mark." She said and pulled away from me.

"Hey Cynthia,"

"What Mark?"

"Roll over." I told her.

"Roll over?"

"Yeah face the other way."

Cynthia rolled her eyes.

"Sorry, didn't mean for you to have to look at me."

Before I could say anything she rolled over on her side, facing the other way. Sliding up behind her I hesitated then, putting my arm around her waist, pulled her into me so that her back was against my chest. 

"You feel good Mark." Cynthia said quietly.

"So do you Cyn."

I nuzzled my head into Cynthia's neck and breathed deeply.

"Good night Mark."

I swallowed hard and whispered, "Sweet dreams Cynthia." 

As I lay there with my eyes closed I thought of Megan. I wondered if she was sleeping and where, and with who. Was she okay? Lying there I thought that I would give anything to hear her response to my "sweet dreams" to hear her say;

"Good night my beautiful little brother."



Siblings with Benefits Pt. 02: Sins of the Past Ch. 01



Author's Note: This week marks the fifth anniversary of the debut of Siblings with Benefits Ch 1. So what better way to mark the occasion than to start a sequel? So for my long time readers I hope you're as thrilled to see the return of Mark and Megan as I am to return to them and for newer readers welcome aboard! A disclaimer. SWB the original made a name for itself as an atypical incest series. It is not fun and fluffy but on the darker side and may not be for everyone. I also want to give thanks to author Carnal Flower (check her out!) for being a second pair of eyes on this chapter. 

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Megan leaned back in the office chair and rubbed her stinging eyes. Blinking rapidly, she fought to clear them and giving her head a shake took a deep breath and tried to refocus on the computer. 

After staring at the rows of images, she glanced down at the catalog on her desk and tried to find the names of the paintings to enter onto the gallery's website. After only a few minutes of adding the titles as well as the name of the artist, her vision blurred again. 

She needed a nap, just a half hour would help, but the website needed to be updated by Friday night and somehow it was already Thursday. The task at hand was more tedious than difficult and shouldn't be this draining, but she'd been working on late into the night and early morning on two of her own paintings.

Megan hoped to have them ready for the Black Flame's "To Hell and Back" exhibit next weekend, while trying to organize the entire thing during the day. She flinched when the phone buzzed next to her and seeing that it was the extension for the bar downstairs, she thumbed speaker.

"The poster art here for approval?"

"Hello to you too, Megan," Nicole's voice chirped through the phone, "No art, but a couple of new girls looking to work the floor just showed up. Personally I approve, but I could use a second opinion."

"Sorry, I only play for the other team these days," Megan replied, noticing her voice sounded as scratchy as her eyes felt.

"Just because you're on a diet doesn't mean you can't look at the menu." Nicole laughed.

"Then find Abigail, she's the reigning expert on fine dining."

"Abigail? Megan, it's only one thirty, she won't open her eyes for two more hours, let alone make an appearance."

"So, what's up, Nikki, I'm in the middle of something."

"I love when you call me that."

"Really?" A deep voice spoke in the background, "Well hello, Nikki!"

"I like when she says it, Seth. You, I'll gut like a fish."

"Touchy." She heard him mutter.

"I'm heading out to Starbucks before we have to get ready for tonight, do you want anything?"

"Damn, straight," Megan replied, "I don't care what, just make it dark and strong."

"I'll be up in a minute." Seth called out.

"Last about a minute too, I'll bet." Nicole cracked, "Okay, I'll bring it up to you when I get back."

"Thanks..." She paused and added loudly, "Nikki!"

She laughed when she heard Seth imitating her in the background followed by the distinct sound of a slap.

Tapping the speaker button, she pushed the chair away from her desk and standing, stretched her arms over her head and arched her back until it cracked. Walking around the desk Megan opened the closet and looked into the full length mirror on the inside of the door.

Her eyes, an eerie shade of ice blue, were rimmed in red and appeared dull and lifeless. Megan stared into her burnt out gaze and noted even with her eyes stinging she could go an abnormally long time without blinking. 

That trait, in addition to the odd color of her eyes, enabled her to win every stare down she could remember and when she was young and into mythology had compared her cold gaze to that of Medusa.

In honor of that, one of Megan's first paintings was the famous Greek gorgon and when she had turned eighteen she'd had it tattooed on her arm. The sleeveless black sundress she wore showed off the tattoo which she'd had re-colored a few months back. 

The evil snake-adorned face of Medusa stared balefully from her shoulder as her long grey green serpentine body coiled around her arm, where it ended in a bloody talon just over her elbow. Medusa's bow was half-drawn and Megan could still remember drawing each line of the black ichor dripping from it.

The Gorgon's eyes were the same color as hers, but trimmed in red so right now... exactly like hers. Looking back at her reflection Megan recalled stretches of months her eyes looked like this and far worse, and for reasons she would never allow herself to forget. 

Right now life was good, no better than good, life was fucking fantastic. Sober, madly in love with a man who despite the trivial detail of being her younger brother, had become her husband last year, and she was now a successful artist running a gallery. 

Granted that gallery was housed in a club owned by a witch and specialized in outré art, but that was what she'd been painting since she first picked up a brush at thirteen and after years of struggling to overcome her addiction Megan was now making money with that talent, and plenty of it.

Feeling much better than before, she smiled, noting the large slightly crooked smile that seemed incongruous when coupled with the dark gothic persona she displayed at the club. But her smile, along with her laugh, was infectious and now that she did both a lot more over the last year Megan had been told she was making the club look bad. 

She pulled the clip from her hair and shook it out. Her long, lustrous black hair looked good on her fair, well to be honest, borderline ghostly skin and the feel of it on her bare shoulders sent a pleasant shiver through her.

For whatever reason being this tired made her horny, but then again when wasn't she always horny these days? Another sign life was good. For a good part of Megan's life sex was everything but enjoyable, from being molested by a sadistic foster father to fifteen years of using her body to feed her addictions, sex was nothing more than an act, just another form of pain and humiliation, another piece of her soul being sliced off every time she swung from a pole or got on her knees for a john or dealer.

"Stop that," Megan said aloud and in her mind could hear Mark saying clear as day, "Shit, Meg, you could fuck up a wet dream sometimes."

"Not anymore." She whispered, "Our life is our dream, no more nightmares for us, baby."

She was speaking to herself, but to Mark as well. It was as close as she would come to addressing whatever he was going through right now. For the last month he hadn't been sleeping well and she knew he was having nightmares, but wouldn't tell her about them. 

For now Megan wouldn't push him. Next Friday marked the one year anniversary of the night they had promised never to discuss-well more accurately the night Mark told her they would never talk about again-and she was sure that was part of it. 

Mark had almost died that night, and according to everyone involved he should have. Megan's mother swore it was a miracle from God; Abigail insisted her brother had been saved by whatever it was that occupied the dark places of his mind because he was a servant to a greater power. 

Two opposite sides of the coin, but in the end all that mattered was that Mark cheated death and for that matter so had she, and more than once, having spent the majority of fifteen years drinking and using. 

Risking disease from used needles and death from overdoses or bad horse, Megan had worked for brutal sadistic pimps and rolled the dice every time she turned a trick. She'd come within seconds of being gang raped by bikers at the Wolf's Den and in front of Mark who they had beaten badly before being stopped by their leader who had showed up just in time. 

As close as that call was, it paled in comparison to the day in Hell's Kitchen when Megan had vowed to end her pitiful existence once and for all. She'd succeeded, or thought she had, in making the few people who cared about her hate her and whored herself one last time for enough pure China White to send her off on one last high. 

The needle was in her hand when Mark had kicked the door in and wrestled it away from her. That was the last time she'd ever had one in her hand and God willing, she never would again. Megan gave her mirror image a slight smile. 

Thinking of God in the Black Flame and amongst the company she kept, including her satanic brother and his best friend and Megan's backer, Abigail Lefay, leader of one of the most powerful coven of witches in the world.

Megan had shared their beliefs for a long time. How could she not? When you were being raped on a nightly basis as a child and plagued by the demons of addiction and witness to the constant cruelty people inflicted upon each other it was a lot easier to believe in the Devil and his darkness than it was to believe in a divine loving father. 

But lately she'd begun thinking of it differently, that there had to be someone or something with good intentions looking after her. Mark would say if there was a God they would never have been through what they had, but on the other hand many of their troubles, especially as adults were their own choices and how else could they explain how many close calls they'd had and both survived?

Megan wasn't exactly ready to start going to church and yelling Hallelujah, but was coming around to the idea there was something out there that cared about them. If nothing else it was better than Mark's bleak outlook on things that all suffering was allowed and you had to fight every battle alone because you were on your own. Mark believed we had only this life to live, that when we died; we simply ceased to exist, an eternal sleep.

"Wow, that's deep." She nodded sagely to her reflection, and then laughed when she again heard Mark, "Sis, I swear you're not happy unless you're not happy."

Mark wasn't wrong; even when she had gotten her addiction in check Megan was still plagued by guilt and melancholy. Any stress would bring back painful memories of things she'd done and who she'd hurt. But since they had finally put an end to their close to twenty years of being siblings with benefits and sharing their life together, things had been so much better for both of them

.

Whether it was God or the Devil calling the shots one thing was for sure, Mark and Megan were each other's salvation. Sometimes each other's curse in the past with the things they put each other through, but in the end they belonged together. In their teens Mark had said they were like two halves of a broken plate, useless on their own, but when together everything was right.

Megan took a deep breath and gave her head a shake, putting a physical action to the mental image of shaking herself free of any old memories or negative thoughts, hell even any serious musings on the meaning of it all. Today was a damn good day.

Ten years ago to this date, August first, Megan had walked into the rehab Mark had gotten her into after he had saved her in New York. Although she had been clean for two weeks before that while he nursed her back to health she had taken that day as her first truly drug free. 

Mark wouldn't let her out of his sight and she was struggling to do it just for him, but checking into the rehab was about doing it for her.

Megan raised her left wrist, looking at the silver bracelet she wore. Dangling from it was a small silver replica of her one-year AA medallion Mark had made for her on the day she received it. As a tradition she only wore it on her anniversary and looked forward to showing it off at the meeting tonight where she would receive her tenth year medal.

Megan felt a wave of gratitude wash over her. Despite Mark's mocking of her she practiced daily affirmations and today's was gratitude. She was grateful for all she had; her success, her somewhat unconventional marriage to her brother, her parents who still loved her despite the hell she had put them through and all the other good in life.

Even her looks; so many people who had been hardcore users for as long as Megan had bore the results of that hard lifestyle even when clean. But she had returned from being what could best be described as a walking corpse to a beautiful woman. 

It sounded conceited and Megan would be the first to admit to being somewhat vain, but in her heart she appreciated it for just the fact she was now the woman Mark insisted she'd always been meant to be. Letting her eyes wander down the mirror, she looked herself over. 

Megan was tall and on the slender side and although small on top, made up for it with a pair of long legs well shaped by years of dancing, even though stripping wasn't most instructors' idea of modern dance, it was still a form of entertainment she now employed on occasions for fun at the club. Her ass, like her tits, was small, but firm and well shaped and received a lot of stares as she walked down the street. 

Her long straight black hair and fair skin gave Megan the goth appearance that fit perfectly with her choice of material for her paintings and she played it up whenever she appeared as Megan Decosta, her "professional" name. Looking at her chest she rolled her eyes at how often she'd been described as Elvira without the tits. 

Decosta was her birth name and although Megan wanted nothing to do with her sorry excuse for a mother who had given her children away like unwanted pets, or her abusive psychotic father who had died in an asylum, the name was fitting. She painted hellish visions and those two pieces of shit had put her on the path to hell.

The name on her license, Megan Hanson-Phillips was who she was; the daughter of Doug and Denise, her true parents who had raised her and of course the last name of her husband slash brother. As Mark always said, "Jerry Springer here we come."

She jumped at the sound of a knock, and closing the closet door called out, "Come on in."

Megan had been expecting to see Nicole with her much needed coffee, but instead the door opened and a large crate appeared in the doorway, with a pair of huge arms wrapped around it.

"This just came for you," Seth spoke from behind the wood. 

"Another one?" Megan glanced through the doorway into the room off her office where she received and cataloged new paintings, and saw yesterday's delivery leaning against the wall.

It was still in the crate, with just the front removed to view the painting within it. She couldn't see it, but didn't need to, it was pretty memorable.

"I guess." Seth grunted as he leaned the crate against the wall next to the door and wiped at his forehead, "I think they used fucking oak to make this damn box."

"Most people would have used a hand truck." 

"Most people aren't me." He flexed his right arm.

"Can't argue with that, you're a big boy," Megan agreed and wasn't just stroking his ego.

Well over six feet tall and at least two hundred and fifty pounds, not an ounce of it fat, Seth was one of the biggest men she'd ever encountered. Standing there in the doorway his shoulders damn near touched the frame on both sides. 

Seth was dressed in his customary black vest with no shirt beneath and she let her gaze wander over his powerful chest and rock hard stomach. As he balanced the crate against the wall, Megan was amazed at how large his hands were, she swore when he made a fist it was almost the size of her head. 

Seeing her looking, he made a show of stretching, the muscles rippling beneath his dark skin. She noted the several thin white scars on his torso as well as a couple of small puckered areas of skin. Seth had earned the knife and gunshot wounds while spending years as a paid mercenary before being hired by Abigail Lefay as her head of security for the club. 

Not that being in her employ was much different as Megan had learned last year. The long jagged scar near the top of Seth's right arm was the result of that horrific night her and Mark had been attacked. Abigail had demanded Nicole, Seth and Oscar, another of her top people, go after the remaining Ruine brother, Houdon, and kill him in retaliation. Seth had been cut with a machete, Nicole shot and Oscar had been decapitated. 

"In every way." He flashed her a nasty smile, his white teeth a sharp contrast to his dark skin. "Care to find out?"

"Keep it in your pants, smooth talker." Megan rolled her eyes, but was glad his comment had steered me from unwanted memories. "Married woman, remember?"

She held up her hand showing off her onyx wedding band and the beautiful bloodstone engagement ring that had once belonged to Abigail's adopted mother, Lorena.

"They always are." He winked as he lifted the crate once more and walked it into the next room.

Megan followed him, admiring his impressive physique. Seth was an odd sort, a former, and as she had learned still occasional, killer for hire, yet he was one of the most laid back people she knew, was quick with a joke and a smile that gave him the appearance of being a gentle giant.

His long braids were pulled back in a clip and she frowned when she noticed that it was made of bleached bone. So much for the illusion of gentle. 

Seth set the crate down next to the first one and sliding out the crowbar he had tucked into his belt, "Shall I pop it open for you?"

"Please."

"I wasn't talking about the crate." He gave her another nasty grin and she knew he wasn't kidding, if she said "let's go," Seth would be all over her. 

"My husband's a jealous man you know." 

"I can tell he's jealous." He laughed as he jammed the flat end of the bar into the crate. "I see it in the way he lets you dance topless in the club."

"Jeez," Megan sighed, "Get a little carried away once. It was a party and I ..."

"Don't even drink." He grunted as he leaned back on the bar, pulling the front of the crate off a couple of inches amidst the squealing of the protesting nails. "You just like flaunting those pretty tits of yours."

"Fine, then let's stick with mean." She told him.

"I could take him," Seth informed her, pulling the lid of the crate further back one handed, showing off his impressive strength,

"Like you took Nicole?" She had to bite her lip to hold back a smile.

The smile left his face, "She got lucky."

"I guess so, and more than once." Megan nodded, "That must have sucked, having your hand in a cast for..."

She stopped when he gave her a hard stare. Megan returned it calmly, locking her gaze onto his dark eyes. Seth continued to stare and they stood there silently until he finally grunted and looked away.

"Wouldn't want your scrawny ass anyway," he told her, "Christ, girl, eat a cheeseburger once in awhile."

"I'll eat some meat tonight, promise." She winked at him.

"That's different from any night how?" He grunted and now using both arms gave the bar a vicious yank and ripped the front of the crate away. 

The painting within the crate was covered in brown paper with a white envelope affixed to it marked "Miss Decosta". 

Seth passed her the envelope then sliding a wicked looking dagger from within his vest carefully slit the paper along the edges of the crate. Megan opened the envelope and unfolded the paper within it. The note was written in the same flawless calligraphy as yesterday's.

"Miss Decosta, I hope you enjoyed my gift to you yesterday and don't mind another. I have no desire to profit from my talents as you do, but simply seek to express both my personal experiences as well as the visions of my dreams."

"You, my dark and talented beauty, haunt those dreams. Your paintings are vivid and powerful and the work of a true visitor to the darkest place of all, the human soul. I have long wanted to reach out to you, but rather than just appear on your doorstep I wish for you to want to meet me, to invite me into your life. I wish to do so by sharing these paintings with you in hopes you would like to meet the person behind the art."




Siblings with Benefits Pt. 02: Sins of the Past Ch. 01



She reread the note and wondered if she should be concerned. Was this indeed just a fan of her work trying to gain her approval, or some type of creepy stalker? Yesterday's note had been much shorter, reading simply: 

"Miss Decosta, I have admired you from afar for years. Your art has been a gift to me and I seek to return the favor with a gift of my own, as you can see we have a very similar style."

Neither note was signed in any way, not even initials and that didn't sit well with her. If they wanted her to reach out to them wouldn't they at least give a name?

"This is pretty freaky, even by your standards." Seth was standing back from the crate staring at the now revealed painting.

Megan stood next to him and taking in the image before her whispered, "Goddamn."

The painting featured a horrific looking hag, floating in the air, only the upper half of her body visible. Her hair was long and matted and her face a sickly shade of yellow. Her eyes were milky white rimmed in red and there were grey bags beneath them. The worst part of her face was her mouth.

The hag was laughing, or maybe cackling would be more fitting and her thick lips were cracked and oozing some kind of pus, her teeth were pointed, but also rotted, several shades of black green and yellow showing in her hideous grimace. Her tongue was long, red and forked and covered in leaking sores.

Megan shifted her focus to the other half of the disturbing image. The hag's long spindly arms were outstretched and her disproportionately large hands featured bony fingers equipped with nails that were as long as daggers. 

Caught between two fingers of each hand was a young child, being held by the nape of their necks. The children, a boy and a girl, appeared to be petrified, tears flowing down their angelic faces. Their arms were outstretched, reaching for the last part of the painting; a man in a robe on his knees, his arms extended trying to grab the children from the hag. 

The expression on his face was amazing, a mix of anguish and anger, sadness coupled with rage. Standing here staring at it, Megan could feel his conflicted emotions as well as the fear of the children and even the malicious glee of the hag.

Beneath the man's knees done in the same calligraphy as the notes were blood red letters giving the paintings title, "Bereft."

"Sick," Seth said from next to her. "Whatever happened to people painting fucking horses and oceans?" He sighed, "If they painted Mona Lisa today she'd be a damn zombie."

"We live in dark times," Megan replied quietly, her eyes still appraising the painting.

The style was identical to hers. If Megan showed this to anyone at the gallery and said she had done it they would believe it. It wasn't just the subject matter, but the power behind it. Looking more closely she could see where the colors merged and blended together, it wasn't text book perfect as they taught in art school, but a little sloppy, one running into another, but the effect was vivid and realistic.

The painting spoke not of perfection, not something carefully crafted, but rather a work that was painted frenetically, the artist slashing with the brush, painting out of pain and sorrow rather than following an outline or color scheme. The picture, like all of hers and many others in the gallery, was disturbing yet hauntingly beautiful, a macabre masterpiece. 

Whoever this was, they were not just a gifted and more likely than not tortured soul, but clever, because seeing this Megan knew without a doubt she wanted to meet the person who was capable of creating this type of work.

"I have to get back downstairs." Seth said, leaving the crowbar by the crate, "Maybe I'll catch you down at the club later."

"Maybe tomorrow, I won't be there tonight," she replied, still transfixed by the painting.

"Oh, right, I forgot." Seth surprised her by putting his arm around her shoulders and leaning over to kiss her cheek, "Big night for you, congratulations."

"Thank you." She smiled, "It's nice of you to remember."

"Hey, we're close, right?"

"You're still not getting in my pants," she told him, still smiling.

"Worth a shot" He shrugged his massive shoulders. "I'll close your door on the way out."

Megan nodded in reply, her attention back on the grotesque hag. There was something about the painting she couldn't put her finger on, as if something about it were familiar. Tapping her bare foot on the carpeted floor, she frowned in concentration taking in every detail, but nothing leaped out at her.

The painting from yesterday was a few feet away against the same wall and walking over Megan stood in front of it. This one, although just as amazing in detail and skill was simpler and not one that jumped out as being overly original. 

The scene before was one of a plane of hell, black and red streaked clouds and plumes of smoke over a lake of fire featuring out stretched arms, raised in supplication as the souls sank into the molten river. 

There was a patch of land amidst the river covered in blackened rocks and upon those rocks were two creatures squaring off to battle. The first one, perched on a higher rock was a large grey wolf. The wolf was huge, its muscles bulging as it prepared to leap. Its jaws were wide open displaying long yellowish fangs and its head was raised as if howling a challenge. 

The eyes were yellow and like today's gift she could feel the malice in the wolf's gaze. She noticed streaks of darker grey in the fur and many scars on its powerful form. She had the impression the wolf was older, a pack leader and survivor of many battles. There were several newer wounds, raw flesh from which rivulets of red flowed across its matted fur.

Beneath it was a smaller, but equally powerfully built black hound; it was crouched down, legs spread and the long claws protruding from its huge paws were digging into the rock as it braced itself for the wolf's attack. The hound's head was raised, its red eyes glaring malevolently at its opponent. 

Its mouth was closed, but the lips curled into a snarl, exposing long curved fangs smeared with blood, the blood of the wolf. The hound also bore signs of the fight, long claw gouges in its side from a swipe of the wolf's claws and a piece of its ear was missing. The hound looked worse for wear than the wolf and the bigger animal had upper ground, but the hound stood its ground defiantly, refusing to back down.

The title to this one was simply "The Dogs of War." The painting may not have been as original as today's, but that same power emanated from it. Both animals oozed hate and rage and Megan could all but hear them snarling. 

She started to turn to head back into the office, but froze when she caught a detail she hadn't noticed yesterday due to having to rush down to the gallery to direct the workers where to hang the paintings for the exhibit.

There was a long thin white scar down the middle of its wide powerful chest and a small circular patch of white to the left of it. Leaning over she could just make out a small white line to the right that vanished into the painting leaving her to wonder if the scar traveled around to the other side of the dog. 

Megan pursed her lips in thought; why did that seem familiar? And why did the other painting give her the same feeling? She rubbed at her eyes, she was dragging ass and not as sharp as she should be. Tonight would be an early one. She was leaving early, having a quick dinner with Mark, then her meeting. 

They would be home by nine, have some damn good sex then get a good night's sleep. She would take a look at these first thing tomorrow and...

"Nice ass."

Megan released a startled yelped and turned around, so quickly she almost fell over.

Mark was sitting on the small work table behind her. 

"Jesus!" She swore.

"Not even close." He grinned. 

"You scared the shit out of me, Mark, goddamn you're sneaky."

"I scared you?" He gestured around the room at the close to two dozen nightmarish paintings waiting to be added downstairs, "You look at this shit all day." He gave a mock sigh, "Remember when people used to paint ducks and propaganda style Americana shit?"

"Rockwell wasn't painting propaganda," she told him. "It was how life was, nice and simple. Besides you don't know jack shit about him, you only know the name because he was on the back cover of comic books."

"Got me there." Mark smiled, "My idea of art is Jack Kirby, but hey, I'm the uncouth half of things right?"

"Whatever you say mister Magnum Cum Laude." She rolled her eyes, "You have a degree."

"You make more money these days."

"I do, don't I?" Megan gave him a huge smile, "You should give up working and just clean my pool."

Mark laughed and shook his head.

"What is it?" She asked.

"You, I love that look, the classic Megan lopsided smile."

"Thanks," she replied, "I guess I should be glad you look at something besides my ass."

"You have a great ass." 

"In this?" She tugged on the hem of the dress; it was fairly short, but loose. Comfortable rather than sexy. "It's plain."

"You look make it look good, Meg." He spread his hands out, "You make everything look good."

"Smooth talk there councilor." 

"Not anymore, well not full time anyway." Mark reached into his shirt pocket and removed a leather case, "Special investigator for the DA." He flipped open the case, showing off its contents. "I have a badge!"

"I see that." Megan was careful to keep her voice neutral, she was not thrilled with Mark's latest career move sparked by his complaining that private practice was boring coupled with the DA's office constant offers to come back to work for them. 

Not noticing her lack of enthusiasm, Mark looked at the badge and laughed, "I have a goddamn badge!" 

He smiled and in spite of her misgivings about it, Megan had to return the smile. For a bad ass son of a bitch Mark still on occasions displayed a child like enthusiasm that was endearing. The unforced innocent smile he had on his face was one no one else ever saw from, it was the one that for years only his big sister, turned wife ever got to see.

"Good for you," she joked, "Maybe they can do a show about you, Law and Order: Satan's Finest."

"Oh, I'd say you're much finer than me." He slipped the badge back into his shirt pocket.

"Back to the smooth talk again." She shook her head, "You better not carry a damn gun, Mark, we talked about this."

"Have I told you how fine you are? You are most definitely the best looking kid in the family." He winked.

Deciding to let it go and keep the mood light Megan took a moment to take in her brother. She knew she was attractive, but there was a case to be made that Mark was the better looking sibling. Her brother's features were smooth and flawless with the same high cheekbones as her, giving his features a delicate touch that had led to him being called a pretty boy most of his life.

Mark's hair was the same color as hers and right now, in his day time mode of professional, was combed back and gelled, not a hair out of place. As attractive as he was, Mark's best feature, also like his sister, was his eyes.

Mark's eyes weren't one color, but several. A beautiful shade of golden brown, there were also flecks of green and if the light was right flashes of an ice blue similar to hers. 

Mark's eyes stood out to her even more because they had been that color for months. When he was not on his medication and his other half was out and about Mark's eyes darkened considerably and appeared lifeless, the eyes of a doll. 

From the neck down her brother's beauty continued. Mark wasn't a large man, just under six feet and less than two hundred pounds, but every ounce of his weight was in the right places. Although not as bulky as Seth, Mark's muscles were well defined and at just shy of forty he possessed a stomach a twenty year old would envy. 

Then again most twenty year olds didn't work out ninety minutes a day and were proficient in several forms of self defense. Mark's shoulders were broad and his chest wide and strong, and due to the years of martial arts his legs were as powerful as his upper body.

Right now Mark was sporting a look she loved—a pair of black slacks and a blood red Armani shirt, unbuttoned at the top with the sleeves rolled up to expose his powerful forearms. Mark's hands weren't large, but were freakishly strong, his palms and fingers covered in calluses, from exercising and hitting the bag barehanded and unfortunately on many occasions when he was younger, people.

His touch was not the most gentle, but that was no problem seeing Megan didn't like gentle. Staring at his hands clasped in his lap while he sat on the table she felt a wave of heat flow through her at the memory of the stinging slaps he could deal out as well as how strong his grip was when he pinned her down. 

She looked up to his face and saw him staring hungrily at her. That made her even hotter. Over the course of his life when they'd had only had sex and nothing more, Mark had slept with countless women. From wide-eyed young coeds to bored housewives to predatory older women, Mark enjoyed them all. 

For ten years he had been part of The Circle, a secret sect of powerful dominants and had been with some of the most beautiful as well as twisted women in the country. That list included Victoria Redding, a renowned supermodel who was now a mutual friend. Megan used to feel inferior to those women when she was younger, but not for the last few years.

To know that Mark had been with those women and to still see him staring at her with naked lust told Megan how much he desired her over any other woman. She'd been his first, but to know she was, always had been and would always be his favorite fueled her own lust and it's not like she needed much help.

"So..." Megan walked slowly up to him, "What brings you by? You want to grab lunch?"

"I could use a snack," his eyes stared into hers and she could feel the heat of his gaze. "But I'm not hungry, if that makes sense."

"Makes sense." She nodded, now standing between his legs. "I kind of have the same craving." She looked through the doorway into her office. "But Nicole is supposed to..."

"Bring you this," Mark tapped the large coffee on the corner of the table that she hadn't noticed because she was too busy staring at him. "I saw her downstairs and said I would take it up."

He put his hands on her hips and pulled her against him.

"The door." Megan said even as she turned her head and parted her lips, eagerly awaiting the first kiss.

"I locked it," he said just before their lips met.

"Hmm . . ." she sighed and leaned into him as they kissed.

They started slowly, their lips teasing across each other's as Megan's hands found the top of his shirt and unbuttoned it. Mark's hands slid up her back and she moaned as he kissed her harder while running his fingers up through her hair. 

Megan opened her mouth and was rewarded by her brother plunging his tongue into it. As the kiss deepened it dawned on her, and far from the first time, that although they had lived together as lovers for close to two years and had been married for the last one, that many times during sex she still defaulted to seeing him as her brother.

Megan knew Mark did as well and at the end of the day she'd come to the conclusion that twisted or not, it added to their passion to know they always had been and always would be crossing a line and breaking the rules. 

She continued unbuttoning his shirt as their tongues danced across each other and gasped when Mark pulled the hem of her dress up and gave her ass a hard squeeze. Megan pulled his shirt open and ran her hands up and down his hard body and when his lips parted from hers to slide down to her neck, she whispered, "I love you, Mark."

"Love you too, Meg." He whispered in her ear, then wrapping his fingers in her hair yanked her head back causing her to cry out in surprise.

"But save that shit for later when you're with your boring husband," he hissed, giving her hair another hard pull.

Megan moaned at the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. Her breath caught when his powerful hand closed around her wrist, then gasped in surprise when she felt something cold and hard against skin and heard a metallic click.

She looked down to see Mark had cuffed her wrist. The other cuff was in his hand and when she looked into his face and saw the sadistic smile on it, a warm wet sensation flowed between her legs and playing her part, she whimpered, "Please...please don't."

"Should of thought of that before you cock teased me, you little slut." His voice was tight and Megan felt his body tense beneath her hand where it rested on his chest. 

"I'm sorry, Mark." She widened my eyes and pushed her lips into a pout, "I'll be good, I promise."

"Too late for that, whore, its time you got what was coming to you!"

Damn straight it was! But for Mark, she whimpered again and stepping back, tried to pull away from him. 

Even though she knew this was going to be rough, Mark still surprised her; coming off the table so quickly she stumbled backwards and would have fallen had he not yanked her towards him by her cuffed wrist. The cuffs weren't toys, but the real deal and Megan's breath hissed between her teeth at the sharp pain the metal caused her wrist. 

Instead of letting her fall into him, Mark displayed his uncanny speed by sidestepping and shoving her over the table. Megan grunted when her hips hit the table hard, but when he put his hand in the middle of her back and forced her down onto the table, her pussy gushed and she ground her ass into his crotch when he stepped up behind her.

Even through their clothing Megan could feel how hard he was and licked her lips even as he twisted her arm up behind her back and grabbed her other wrist.

"Oh, no!" She moaned, "Don't hurt me!"

"Oh, please." Mark pulled her arms together behind her back and snapped the other cuff on, "You can't rape the willing, pig."

Megan turned her head so her cheek was on the cool wood of the table and out of the corner of her eye saw him raise his hand. He flipped her dress up over her hips and as his hand descended she braced herself. The hard slap sounded like a gunshot in the room and even though she had planned on not making any noise to egg him on, she couldn't hold back a loud yelp. 

Megan repeated the sound when Mark slapped the other side of her ass even harder. Normally he started easier to play the game a bit more, seeing how much she could take without crying out, but he was either really wound up or in a hurry because he was starting out in high gear.

Mark grabbed the chain between her wrists and pushed her arms further up her back until she moaned from the pain in her shoulders. But once again the moan was as much from pleasure as discomfort and Megan moved her ass against his crotch. She was so wet and needed it so bad she was hoping he would just take her.

Instead he used his free hand to spank her. Mark had fast hands, snatching flies out of the air fast, and he was dealing slaps so fast Megan's yelps sounded like one continuous squeal. He went from one cheek to the other and her eyes were tearing from the stinging. She could feel how hot her ass was and could only imagine how red and swollen it was going to be. 

"You like that don't you. you fucking skank?" 

He asked, "Like being punished don't you?"

"No!" Megan wailed for him, "It hurts, please, I'm so sorry, please stop!"

"Christ, you're annoying!" Mark snapped and punctuated his statement with a backhand swing that caught her left ass cheek hard enough to send the pain down her leg. 

"S...sorry," Megan moaned even as she pushed up on her toes, angling her ass towards him and yearning for him to pull her black thong to the side and slam his cock inside her. 




Siblings with Benefits Pt. 02: Sins of the Past Ch. 01



"Well, I guess there's only one way to shut you up." Mark kept his hand on her wrists as he walked around the small table until he was in front of her. 

Megan was looking to the side, but her pussy sent another wave of moisture into her now sopping thong when she heard him fumbling with his belt. That was followed by a sound that caused her mouth to water; his zipper. She forced herself to wait until Mark grabbed her hair and roughly turned my head and lifted it from the desk.

Any pain Megan felt from having her hair pulled was forgotten by the sight of her brother's cock inches from her face. Like the rest of him, Mark's cock was damn impressive; long and thick it was as much a weapon as a part of his anatomy and he had made many women, especially young inexperienced ones, squeal with it and not always in pleasure.

But his nasty big sister had been handling that cock since her late teens and she eagerly opened wide to accept her "punishment."

"Look at you, you fucking slut." 

Mark let her hair go and slapped his cock across her face, hard enough to sting. "Can't fucking wait, can you?"

"No." Megan looked up at him, her patience wearing thin, "And I won't, now stop fucking around little brother and feed your big sister that beautiful cock."

"Oh." Mark grinned, "Well if you say it like that."

Megan's reply was a muffled groan as he buried his cock deep into her waiting mouth. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure at the sensation of having her throat filled with her brother's hard flesh and she moaned as his pre cum trickled down her throat. 

She angled her head and pushed her lips down his shaft until she reached the base. Megan slid her tongue out teasing it across his balls and he lost character and moaned,

"Christ, you can suck cock, sis."

She bobbed her head as best as she could in that position, but Mark stopped her by grabbing her hair and went back into his game. 

"Goddamn, you're a pig! Blowing your brother." 

He eased his cock back until just the tip was between her lips, "Well if you call that blowing." He sighed disgustedly, "I'm better off just doing this myself."

Mark drove his cock back into her mouth and holding her head brutally fucked her. Megan gurgled around his cock as he repeatedly plunged it deep enough for his balls to slap against her chin. Her eyes watered and thick strands of spit and his pre=cum were dripping from the corners of her mouth and down her chin.

At this point Megan's mouth was dripping only slightly more than her pussy and as much as she enjoyed him pounding her face, she had another pair of lips that were far needier. She wiggled her stinging ass, hoping he would take the hint. Mark noticed, but all it got her was him leaning over and slapping it.

She squealed around his thick shaft and he laughed, "Oh, knock it off, whore, you love it and you know it. You love it in your slutty mouth."

He slapped her ass again, then quickly pulled his cock from her mouth. A long trail of drool came with it and looking down with mock distaste Mark said, "Lucky we don't have much time or I would make you lick this up, pig."

"S...sorry," Megan moaned trying to catch her breath.

Mark walked back around the table and she pushed her ass up as he pulled the thong to the side and slapped his cock on her stinging cheeks. He placed the tip of his cock against Megan's oozing slit and rubbed it in a circle. She whimpered when he pressed it to her clit and gave in, "Mark, please just fuck me."

"Better than that, you know what I want?"

He laughed, "What you want."

"Little brother!" Megan whined, moving her hips in a desperate attempt to push his cock inside, "Please fuck your sister, please give your nasty big sister that nice big dick!"

"Well, you are older," he said, "Guess I should listen."

"Oh, fuck!" She cried as he slammed his cock balls deep into her pussy.

Mark grabbed the chain between the cuffs and pulled back on it, lifting her from the desk so her weight was pulling against him. Megan moaned from the pain it caused in her shoulders, but it turned into primal cries of pleasure when Mark fucked her with long hard strokes.

"Fuck you're deep!" She cried, "God, that feels so fucking good!"

"Not bad," Mark sneered, "Kind of loose and sloppy, but better than your mouth."

"You'll pay for that tomorrow night," Megan snapped. "It's my turn tomorrow."

"You won't be any tighter by then," he replied slapping her ass. "Now just be a good whore and act like you can actually feel this."

Damn straight she could feel it. Mark was slamming her hard enough to make the table wobble and she wondered how many pieces of furniture they could break before Abigail made her pay for their replacements. 

"Oh, yes!" Megan cried when Mark slid his hand beneath her stomach and sliding it down found her aching clit. "That's it, baby, make your big sister come on that big cock!"

"Only doing it so you'll get tighter and I might feel it." He replied and she could just imagine the nasty smirk on his face, after all it was practically a permanent expression for him when he dealt with anyone but her. 

"One more crack like that and you can see how tight your hand is," Megan promised. "Now make me come!"

Mark moved his fingers faster around her clit and she rolled her hips helping him stroke her. Mark was breathing hard and she hoped they would be able to come together because she was already pretty damn close.

"That's it, little brother, go ahead and give it to me, give me...hey!"

Megan called out in frustration when Mark let the chain go and slipped his cock from inside her. Grabbing her shoulders, he spun her to face him, lifted her effortlessly off her feet and dumped her roughly on top of the table. Grabbing her ankles he lifted her legs and lowering his head, buried his face in her smooth pink pussy.

"Fuck yeah!" Megan cried, "Suck that clit, make me come on that pretty face."

Mark looked up and winked as he sucked her clit between his lips hard enough to hurt. Megan wrapped her legs around his shoulders and leaned back onto the table. It hurt her arms, but only two things mattered, her clit and her brother's tongue.

Mark wasn't licking her pussy, but attacking it, sucking it hard enough to make his lips smack and causing her to squeal when he drove two fingers into her pussy. Megan squirmed and whimpered as she switched off to swirling his tongue around her aching nub. 

She groaned when he added a third finger and pushing them deep, curled them inside her. Megan gasped and her back arched as his skilled tongue danced across her clit. With her legs resting on his back, Mark reached up and grabbing the top of her sundress yanked it down, tearing the straps from her shoulders. 

He pulled her bra down, causing her small perky tits to pop out and taking the barbell pierced through her nipple and twisted it while sucking hard on her clit and clenching his fingers inside her.

Megan threw her head back and howled as her orgasm exploded through her. Mark let her nipple go and grabbed the other barbell twisting that one as well. She released wail after wail of pleasure as Mark licked her while working his fingers. Letting her nipple go he began slapping her tits, first one then the other, each sharp sting sending her to a higher plane of ecstasy.

In any other place, Megan would have to worry about the noise, but the Black Flame was a full out brothel and cries of both pleasure and pain could be heard there at all times of the afternoon and night. She bucked wildly on the table wishing she could use her hands to add even more sensation, but then again being helpless added a thrill of its own.

Megan released a long moan and slumped back onto the desk, then screamed again when Mark roughly pulled his fingers from her, straightened up and slammed his cock back into her. She lifted her legs and placed her feet on his chest as he leaned over and hammered away at her dripping pussy.

Megan could hear squishing sounds as his cock pounded into her and his balls slapped into her ass. She looked up at him and moaned at the sight before her. Mark was still completely dressed, only his shirt unbuttoned and his cock out. 

Fully dressed and fucking the shit out of his equally dressed big sister, and Megan thought life was good a half hour ago! Mark leaned over and sucked her nipple into his mouth and locked his eyes into hers. She returned his gaze, imagining the look of crazed lust on her face and watched as he made a show of tonguing her other nipple.

"Come for me," Megan said softly "Come for your big sister."

"My nasty big sister," he replied around her nipple.

"The big sister that loves you." 

She moaned, "The big sister that married you." Megan gave him a nasty smile. "Laughing at the world, baby, we're laughing at the world."

Mark fucked her faster, using shorter strokes and gasping with each one, knowing he was close she continued to urge him on.

"That's it, Mark, give it to me, give it to your big sister." Mark gasped and his fingers dug hard into her thighs as he neared his climax.

"Yes, just like that." Megan purred, "Don't just come for me, come inside me, give your big sister every last...oh, yeah." 

She moaned as Mark's cock twitched and she felt the first warm stream of cum spurting inside her. Mark slowed his thrusts, but continued to fuck her, each pump ending in another jet of hot fluid.

"Yes," Megan sighed, "That's it, all of it." She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of having her pussy filled by her brother and when he stopped moving, she contracted her pussy around his cock.

She succeeded in not just milking a couple more drops from his spent cock, but more importantly getting him to emit that precious little whimpering sound he always denied making.

"Aww, baby." She winked at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He did a good job of feigning confusion then giving each of her nipples a kiss. He straightened and put his hand in his pocket.

"Damn, where'd I put those keys?" He put his hand in his other pocket, "Uh oh, I think...Ow!"

He cried out when Megan drew her leg back and kicked him in the shoulder hard enough to make him stagger. 

"Don't be an asshole," she told him. "Remember you little shit, I am your big sister."

"Right." He grinned, pulling the key from his shirt pocket.

Megan sat up on the table and coming around behind her he unlocked the cuffs and as she rubbed at her sore wrists he moved her hair to the side and kissed the upper part of her back. Megan remained still and mark placed a series of small sweet kisses across her back and the top of her shoulders, before kissing the back of her neck.

"That's sweet, Mark." She sighed.

"Boring hubby is back." He slid his arms around her waist, drawing her back into him.

Megan leaned against him as his hands found her breasts and lightly caressed them, while he nuzzled his face into the side of her neck. 

"Love you, Megan."

.

"That wasn't love on your face a minute ago."

"Might be love all over your face later though," he replied, releasing her.

"I can't even pretend to be offended," Megan laughed as he came around to stand in front of her.

Tucking his cock back into his pants he zipped up. "Sorry about the dress, you have anything to pin it with?"

"You're not sorry and don't worry, I have a few things in the closet." 

As Megan spoke she looked at the two paintings leaning against the wall behind him. Again she was assailed by the feeling there was something familiar about them. She focused on the Dogs of War...what the hell was nagging at her?

"Okay." He smiled then seeing her staring, turned to look at the paintings.

"So when did you do these, you never showed them to me."

"Because they're not mine. Could be though, no?"

"Really." He nodded, "Just like yours, all sick and fucked up."

"Thanks." Megan said dryly as she pulled her bra up. After putting her thong back in place she smoothed the dress down over her hips.

"So who did these?"

"No clue."

"Seriously?" He turned back to her, "So what are they, donations to the club?"

"I guess." She thought about telling him about the notes, but didn't want to get him going.

Like most couples Megan worried about him and he worried about her. She didn't want him thinking she could have some type of stalker, especially one with a mind that could conjure scenes like these.

"Well, sell them and profit," Mark laughed

"We'll see," she said. "Maybe I'll auction them off for charity."

"Charity begins at home, you know." 

"Knock it off Mark, you're not a poor street rat anymore, we do damn fine for ourselves."

"True."

"After all," Megan smiled, "Weren't we described as Chicago's dark power couple in the paper last month?"

"We were," he sighed, "Mark and Megan, two abused kids who first met in a foster home and were so pathetic they lied to people and said they were brother and sister, because they had no real family."

"Poor souls." Megan grinned.

"Then they fall in love and realize they trapped themselves, everyone thought they were siblings and now they could not be together!" Mark's eyes were wide and he was waving his hands dramatically causing her to laugh at him. 

"But then they decided fuck it and became a couple anyway..." He paused, "Despite Megan's stubborn idea she didn't deserve to be happy and trying to sabotage their happiness with endless buts and lame excuses." 

"She is a pain in the ass." She agreed.

"But then their cover is blown when..." Mark stopped and he looked away from her, "When um...something happened and the story came out they were sibs."

"Right," Megan said quickly, "But then Mark, decided to...tell the truth on TV sort of, well maybe some truth." She held up her thumb and forefinger an inch apart. "A little truth."

"Right, brilliant." His smile was back. "As well as charming and damn good looking attorney Mark Phillips used his forked tongue and consummate lying skills and a lot of smoke and mirrors to convince people all we ever were was foster siblings who were lying and ashamed they were lying while telling the truth." He stopped, "Okay, even I'm confused now. You are my sister, right?"

"I am," Megan nodded. "Sister/wife."

"Sister, wife, best friend." He gave her that adorable smile, "My everything."

"And you're my everything, Mark. You were my rock my whole life. The only reason I'm still here." She smiled, "Big night tonight."

"And I'm damn proud of you Meg." He put his hands on her shoulders and gave her a soft kiss. "Damn proud."

"I'm proud of me too." She shrugged, "It sounds bad, but...you know what I mean."

"I do and...well about tonight."

"What about it?" She asked suspiciously. "Mark, you better not..."

"Meg, I can't do dinner with you. I'll be at the meeting on time, but..."

"What the fuck Mark?" Her voice rose, "Where are you..." She stopped and pointed at him, her temper rising, "You snake! That's why you came by, to tell me that! I notice you waited until you got laid first."

"You'd have fucked me anyway." He winked.

"I'd have fucked you up. I still might."

Mark stepped back, raising his hands defensively.

"Meg, it's not what you think."

"Bullshit. You're staying late at a job I didn't want you to take, to work on a case I don't want you involved in."

"Wow," he sighed, "We are getting to be an old married couple, even fighting like one."

"So you don't deny it?"

"I said it's not what you think, that's all I'll say." He shrugged, "I swear I will be there for that meeting. Promise."

"So you're not getting involved with that weird shit going on?"

"I'll be there on time." He replied, their eyes met and although she wanted to push, Megan didn't want to ruin the night, these days it was a miracle for Mark to be anywhere but work at seven so having him at least make the meeting was something and she could spend a little more time here.

"Okay, it's just," she shrugged, "I'm still kind of bummed the folks can't make it, but mom said dad's still not feeling well."

"Yeah, figures Doug gets sick now." Mark sighed, "But, hey, we'll celebrate and have a great night."

"Dinner after?"

"Absolutely, already made reservations at Spiaggias."

"Okay, sounds good, but Mark?"

"Meg, not today, I..."

"Just be careful, baby." She said softly, "I don't want you getting into something that's going to upset you." She paused then took the plunge, "You're already not sleeping right."

"I..." He seemed to be weighing the conversation as she had. "I'm okay, but I get it, you worry and I appreciate it." He tapped his head, "I'm fine Meg, no bullshit, all good here in casa de Phillips"

"As long as there's no other tenants in there I'll take your word for it." She pointed at him, "Now as much as I like that look, you might want to button your shirt at some point."

"I don't know, the media has been around the office, great photo op." He opened the shirt wider exposing his impressive physique.

"A picture of you shirtless? That's rare." Megan rolled her eyes.

"True." He laughed and as he buttoned his shirt she focused more closely on his body.

Mark bore several scars of the night of the attack. Just under and to the right of his left nipple was the puckered scar from the bullet that had grazed the lower part of his heart, almost killing him. 

In the middle of his chest was the long thin line marking where they opened him up for the heart surgery and on his right side, just visible, was the long thick scar from the knife wound he'd received. 

At this point Megan barely noticed the scars anymore, but Mark had gone to the beach and they showed up more distinctly from his tanned skin. As Mark closed the shirt her eyes shifted back to the dog painting. She was ready to look back at the other, when her eyes widened and she felt her stomach tighten.

The scars on the body of the black hound matched Mark's, not similar, but exact. No sooner had her mind made the connection than Megan was struck by what should have been obvious before—the hound resembled the dog her brother had envisioned locked in a room in his mind, the embodiment of his rage and what had kept him fighting the night any other man would have died.

Had Mark noticed and just wasn't saying anything? Maybe not, for someone as brilliant as he was, there were times he simply didn't pay attention to things.

"Hello," Mark waved his hand in front of her face, "I said I have to get going."

"Oh, sure." She returned his quick kiss.

"Where were you just now?" He laughed, "You did the going away thing you say I do." He peered closely at my eyes, "Could use some sleep yourself."

"Yeah, tonight we'll make it an early one."

"Sounds good." He kissed her cheek, "Sure you're okay, looked like you were pretty deep in thought there."

"I was just thinking about something."

"Care to share?"

Megan glanced at the picture again, then back at him and forced a smile.

"I was just thinking, life is good Mark, life is good."

And it had better stay that way. 

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Authors Note: I hope you enjoyed the first installment. Chapter two is complete and waiting on some editing, it should post in a couple of weeks. Now a few things, this series will be different from the first as it will also feature chapters that focus on other characters including Abigail and Nicole (who starred in the SWB finale) and like the first series there will be more than a fair share of action as well as a hint of supernatural and some heavy violence. This is a novel as much as it is erotica and I hope to entertain you in a variety of ways. Having said all that, a reminder that the only payment we authors receive here is through votes and comments so take a moment to let me know what you think. Thank you for reading, Lovecraft68



Siblings with Benefits Pt. 02: Sins of the Past Ch. 02



Author's note: Welcome to chapter two, it took a little longer to get done than I had anticipated. In this chapter we become reacquainted with Abigail Lefay and Nicole Watts Chicago's resident femme fatales and the other couple this series focuses on. Oh, and the stalker gets bolder. lovecraft68

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Megan looked up from the catalog at the sound of the alarm going off on her phone. Seeing she wasn't going out before the meeting, she had set it for four. Sliding her finger across the screen of her I-phone she shut off the annoying beeping and hitting save on her computer shut it down, tomorrow was another day. 

She looked longingly at the Starbuck's cup as if it would have somehow refilled itself while she was working, but it was still empty. Just as well, she needed to do whatever she could to try to sleep tonight. 

Not that the emotions she was bound to feel at her meeting wouldn't drain her, and a nice late dinner with Mark would help her relax, and then her beautiful little brother would do his best to tire her out, but then again, one could never tell.

Megan had battled insomnia and general sleep issues most of her life. Throw in the occasional nightmare from various stages of her not so pleasant past and it made for a pretty successful recipe to be nocturnal.

On the plus side she painted better at night and many times exhaustion gave her a higher form of clarity to be able to allow her dark muse to express itself. But she could only go so long before she reached the so tired she was wired feeling and was damn close to that right now.

Megan knew this time she had done it to herself; this was the first exhibit she was doing for the entire gallery, not just her own work, and she wanted to do it justice. The nightmares Mark wouldn't admit he was having and his defying her by succumbing to his insane need to not be able to keep his life simple, were gnawing at her as well.

Pushing on the floor, she swiveled her chair around so she could look into the adjacent room and at the painting she had received today. Even when she had finally walked away from it after Mark left, she kept thinking about it. 

Megan picked up the note that came with it, and rolled her eyes. Even if she decided she wanted to meet this person, how the hell was she supposed to reach out to them? She'd asked Seth what company had delivered the crate and called them to discover it had been dropped off with her name and the Flame's address on a card and paid for in cash. 

When Megan asked about the person who brought it to them and been told two men had brought it in and when they were asked the contents, one of them had said they weren't sure; they had been hanging around outside and a man had pulled over in a van and given them a hundred dollars each to bring it in and have it shipped.

She didn't like the sound of that, seemed a little to cloak and dagger for her. Sure they could be what they said they were, a fan looking to impress her, but not giving a name? Megan supposed they could have fear of rejection and not want her to know them in case she had no interest, or maybe they simply had a flair for the dramatic. 

But to go through these lengths, paying in cash, not wanting the delivery company to see them, it was creepy. Never mind the scars on the dog. Her stomach tightened at the idea this could be someone she or Mark knew, someone who knew their past and their real story.

"Can't be." She said as she rose and walked back towards the room.

Even if it was a past enemy how could they know this? The dog was an illusion in Mark's mind, something he had created to symbolize his rage so he could visualize locking it away in his head. The only other person who knew of the dog was Abigail. Megan sighed, that thought did little to reassure her. 

Abigail knew a lot of people, dangerous ones and the type that would turn on a dime and go from friend to enemy. Abigail had not only made enemies in the city, but her family name had earned her a lot of animosity in occult circles around the world. What if she had spoken to someone of Mark's strange mind, the dog, that horrible voice he used medication to suppress? 

That person could have spread that to another, who decided to use it for their own gain. Mark was bound by blood to Abigail's coven, they were brother and sister in their dark faith and Mark had been a member of the Circle with her for a decade. 

Her brother, like many, had done Abigail's bidding many times and her enemies had become his. Last year was the ultimate proof of that. That animal Ruine would have never bothered Mark, wouldn't have even known of him if Abigail had not asked him to prosecute Ruine's father to draw him out. What if this was a similar situation? Someone else from their past, was that painting a warning? A Threat? But why send it to her? 

Because she would show it to Mark. If someone was out for him it would be easier to send a message through her than to approach him and make him fear for her. But to go through this length? And whoever had done these had serious talent the type of talent that could not easily be found was the artist the person who knew them or had they been commissioned to paint certain images?

She jumped when her phone rang and glancing at it she saw it was Royce.

"Yes mother hen, website will be ready by the weekend." She answered. He'd been checking up on her several times a day, but at the moment she was glad for the distraction.

"Honey, you wound me!" He answered in mock indignation, "How could you think I would be calling to harass you about your...rapidly approaching deadline?"

"Because you haven't yet today so I figure you were due." 

"Well...okay, any other day you would have me, but not today, sweetie. Big day today, Megan, and seeing when I'm not spending my time pushing your wares I'm your sponsor, I just wanted to tell you how happy I am for you."

"You're going to be there tonight, aren't you?" 

"I am, but you'll be speaking and the center of attention, so I just wanted to tell you without an audience."

"Thank you, Royce; you really helped me through my first few months here. I'd been clean for a year, but new city, new job...you were the first person I met in the program here."

"You're very welcome and..." He laughed, "I may have benefitted through our acquaintance."

"And hopefully that continues." Megan told him as she leaned in the doorway of the room and let her eyes wander across the paintings again.

"Well, that depends." He paused, "You on schedule?"

"I knew it!" She told him. "You jerk!"

"Hey, doing my job."

"Speaking of your job, can I ask you something?"

"Honey, I'm making a living on just fifteen percent of your living, you can ask me anything!"

"You know anyone else that paints like me, I mean subject matter?"

"A lot of people, but they're posers, Megan, little rich emo kids or older art farts who try to pretend to be dark and edgy, you my girl are the real deal. There's power in your work kiddo, theirs just look like rip offs from bad horror comics."

"Yeah well someone sent me a couple of paintings."

"Someone? You don't know who?"

"No name, says they're an admirer and they're gifts."

"Look at the back of the paintings for a name?"

"I'm not an idiot." She informed him.

"Bitchy though," He retorted, "Are they that good?"

"I can feel these damn things." She told him. "I could say I did them and no one would question it."

"Snap a pic and text it to me." Royce said, "Maybe I'll see something I recognize, you know some artists sign with a symbol or a pattern rather than a name."

"Okay, I'll do that; let me know if you come up with anything."

"Will do, and see you tonight."

"Bye, Royce." She ended the call, took a photo of each of the paintings, attached them to a text and sent it off to him.

She turned away from the paintings and for the second time today gasped in surprise when this time it was Nicole standing near her desk.

"Jesus Christ!" She swore just as she had at Mark.

"Shhh." Nicole put a finger to her lips, "Don't say that too loud around here."

'I keep forgetting everyone plays for the other team here." She replied dryly, once again wondering if part of her hadn't thought about switching teams of late. "That and I think I'm the only one here that doesn't feel the need to be sneak around."

"Sorry." Nicole shrugged, "When you spend a decade being quiet to avoid being dead it's a hard habit to break." She sighed, "And I don't play for either team, there's nothing, no God, no devil, we live, we die."

"I am surrounded by optimists," Megan laughed.

"Says the woman who paints things that would drive Bosch mad."

"Touche'" She said walking over to her, "Speaking of driving people crazy, you always come by here after you work out on purpose, don't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Nicole smiled innocently, "The gyms beneath us and the main elevator stops here. I can only get to my place by using the elevator down the hall."

"And of course you couldn't change or," She reached out and ran her finger along Nicole's neck and looked at the moisture on her skin, "Take a minute to even towel off." Megan nodded, "I see."

But you like what you see, don't you hot stuff?" Nicole asked.

"Who wouldn't?"

Megan shook her head as she let her eyes work over her friend's incredible body. As always when she came from the gym, Nicole was dressed in grey spandex shorts and matching sports bra.

The shorts were skin tight and not only showed off an ass so firm you could bounce a quarter off it, but the lips of her pussy were clearly visible. There were dark patches of sweat seeping through the gray material around her thighs and Megan briefly allowed herself the vision of those thighs straddling her as Nicole rode her face. 

Working her way up, Megan's gaze rested on Nicole's stomach. Nicole was the only woman she had met with visible muscle in her hard flat stomach and at the moment that stomach was glistening with sweat, causing another fantasy moment of cleaning up that moisture with her tongue. 

The onyx pendant dangling from her naval added to her appeal and even though she knew nothing would ever happen between them, Megan had enjoyed many women in her day and her nipples stiffened as she continued the pleasant journey of Nicole's body.

Whereas many tall athletically built women were smaller on top, Nicole's breasts were more than ample and flattered nicely by the bra. There were more sweat stains on them and her nipples were erect telling Megan she wasn't the only one getting turned on. 

"Hey, baby, my eyes are up here." Nicole joked.

"Getting there." Megan said, and then noticed the small puckered scar on Nicole's left shoulder just next to the bra strap. 

That caused her to look down to her right side where there was a larger scar over the waist band of her shorts. Megan knew that the large tattoo of a Red Dragon on Nicole's right shoulder blade covered a large patch of badly scarred skin where a captor had once put a grinding wheel to her while interrogating her.

Violence, it seemed as if everyone close to her had been victims of it and bore the scars of it, both physically and emotionally. Even though she should be used to seeing them, the scars on Mark's chest still bothered her. Not in the sense it hurt her attraction for him, but the night they represented. 

"Megan? You there?"

"Oh, sorry." She forced a smile, and raised her eyes to Nicole's face, "Just pleasantly distracted."

"I do what I can." Nicole tossed her head, sending her pony tail whipping around. 

Nicole was a classic blonde haired blue eyed beauty, with soft features that belied the power in her body and her former profession of killer for hire. But her eyes were close to Megan's in color, an ice blue that when she was 'working' showed emotion whatsoever, the eyes of a killer in the face of an angel. 

That stare had led to Nicole's code name-and chosen circle name-of Medusa another similarity between the two of them. The fact both were in love with people who were viewed by most as at best arrogant pieces of shit and at times dangerous animals was one common trait Megan wished didn't exist between them. 

"Wow, you're making me feel pretty damn insecure today." Nicole broke into her thoughts, "Or," she grinned, "Is that your game? You trying to make me chase your tail, blue eyes?"

"Nope, I would just roll over and let you have it." She laughed, "But only in my dreams, we're spoken for these days."

"True."

"Never thought I'd see the day." Megan sat on the edge of her desk, "Just thought I would play with whoever whenever and have fun with Mark in between, but...he knew before I did we were meant to be and was pretty convincing."

"I knew when I met Abigail I wanted her and only her. Surprised me because not only did I just fuck with no desire for more, but I'd never been with a woman before she initiated me into the Circle. There was just something about her and beyond the fact she introduced me to pussy."

"But she was cruel to you." Megan said and instantly regretted it.

"She was, it was the game, but she also spent more time with me than anyone else and I could see she was conflicted when she was with me. So I hung in there and hoped. When she asked me to move in I knew it was a matter of time we'd be exclusive."

"And you still waited and you had to threaten to walk out on her." Now that she'd opened the door, she couldn't shut it, "And she still speaks to you like you're a pet sometimes."

"It's how she is." Nicole replied "And she is getting much better." She sat down in the chair in front of Megan's desk, "She does a lot for me, Megan she does things I want her to do, things that make me happy, she just doesn't do them in front of people here, she has a persona to uphold."

"So she's ashamed of you and that's okay?"

"Seriously Megan" Nicole's eyes hardened, "How much pain did you cause Mark over the years? And not just through drugs. There were times you hurt him just because you were hurting, and as for shame? Good thing Mark doesn't think like that or your hotshot high profile brother would have never gone near his pole swinging cokehead sister." She grunted, "I mean foster sister, I mean wife."

"Wow." Megan said softly. "Defensive much?"

"You resent Abigail." Nicole said, but in a softer tone. "I understand why and why others have ill will towards her, but I know her. I know her past and I know she shared some of it with you."

"She shared enough for me to feel bad for her, but to be scared shitless of her and not trust her." Megan replied. "And I saw how she sent you out to kill or be killed after Mark was attacked."

"That's my job." Nicole countered. "I killed for a Government that \ would have left me to be tortured raped and killed. I also killed for just money. Why wouldn't I kill to avenge Mark?"

She spread her arms, "Say what you will, Abigail made it right. She knew not just Mark, but you would never be safe with Houdon Ruine out there. So maybe sometimes instead of seeing the worst, a simple thank you would do."

Megan met her stare and after a moment nodded, "We both have points, Nikki and I don't want to argue with you. I know I'm hard on her sometimes, but Mark and I were happy for the first time in our lives and she came close to having that taken away."

She put her hand up when Nicole started to speak, "But I know Mark made his choice, he chose loyalty to Abigail over me at that time. He shot his mouth off, he egged that beast on, I get that. But it would never have happened if she did not ask that of him and make him feel obligated."

She looked down at her desk and picked up a picture of her and Mark taken at a fund raiser six months ago, her in a black evening gown and Mark in a black suit with a blood red shirt. He was behind her, arms around her waist and his head on her shoulder, she loved this picture.

Holding it up, she showed Nicole. "Past is the past, but what I know is if something comes up again? I will not allow my brother's misguided loyalty to get him hurt. Next time I tell him he has to choose, and he will choose his wife, not his insane friend."

"Glad I came in to say hello and tell you congratulations on tonight." Nicole said, standing from the chair. 

Nicole walked around the desk and paced along the wall looking at the framed photos of some of Megan's paintings as she spoke.

"Speaking of, my brother Rick made ten years back in January. He had issues with drinking for a long time, drank to numb the pain of our childhood. As much as he hated my father for beating us and my mother he was following in his footsteps. He was a mean fucking drunk, know how he became sober?"

"No, you've never told me his before." Megan answered.

"That's because not all of us need to tell our sad stories to the world and use them as an excuse to be a cunt whenever they feel like it."

"Hey!" Megan exclaimed, "That's a little uncalled for."

"People coddle you Megan, and I think you know it. Me? I coddle no one and the people who do get treated that way need a good dose of reality once in awhile."

"Abigail made that crack once." Megan told her, "And..."

"Ten years ago," Nicole went on as if Megan hadn't spoken while still walking around the room. "I found out he was beating his girl friend, he'd been doing it for months and she finally called me in a panic saying I was the only one he ever listened to."

"I came there and beat him so bad I put him in the hospital." She stopped and turned to her, "My own brother. I lost it, Megan he looked just like my father, red faced, screaming and she was there cowering in the corner looking like, well like some animal had beat her. I broke two of his ribs, his left arm and his jaw."

"Oh My God, Nicole." Megan whispered.

"I stood over him and told him if he ever raised his hand to a woman again I would kill him. Because..." She sighed, "Because I loved him too much to ever let him turn into what he hated."

"That's...tough love." Megan nodded, with a small laugh trying to lighten the mood.

"I suppose." Nicole shrugged, "And it worked. That night was the last night he drank, he got into a program like you did and he never looked back. Met his wife a year later and they're married with two beautiful kids, " She smiled, "A boy and a girl, fraternal twins just like us. Every once in awhile he'll give me a hug and whisper, thanks for the beating sis."

"At least the story has a happy ending."

"So does yours if you let it." She sighed, "Same for Abigail and Mark." Nicole had stopped walking and was leaning in the doorway to the storage room.

"We share a bond Megan, we are both with people who had a hellish past and for some reason didn't want to let go. Sometimes it takes something horrible to get to that happy ending something like almost dying in Mark's case. He's changed, I see it in him; he's not as much of a time bomb."

"He's not and I want to keep him that way and it's not easy around some people." Megan pointed out, "Abigail may be sweet on you, but she's still Abigail. I heard what she did to Steven Winthrop; that was vicious."

"She had a rapist raped." Nicole said, "Eye for an Eye."

"I heard she watched it and smiled the whole time, gave a reward to whoever made him scream the loudest."

Their eyes met once more and to her surprise-and vindication-Nicole looked away.

"Anyway where I was going with this is when my brother got help he asked me to come with him to the meetings for support and I think he felt I could use it in a way. He always said I had a rage addiction." Nicole grinned, "Probably do, but I found a way to make a living out of it." 

"Lovely." Megan sighed.

"Hey you channel through your art I channel through hurting those who have it coming." Nicole pursed her lips in thought then went on.




Siblings with Benefits Pt. 02: Sins of the Past Ch. 02



"A couple of minutes ago I said I had no idea what it was about Abigail that enamored me. But I did realize it. Abigail is a lot like me, she was hurt at a young age, she has a violent past and she can still be that way, and where that would be a turn off to most, for me? It was a turn on because I'm pretty violent myself."

She sighed, "Megan we all know women who make bad choices in men, one abuser after another. It took me awhile to realize I was in an abusive relationship; Abigail hurt me in many ways. Physically in the bedroom, crossing the line, ignoring safe words, she humiliated me, she." She looked down, "She cheated on me and flaunted it."

"You're making my case about her, not yours." Megan grunted.

"But I realized I allowed it. Abigail never told you the real story about her foster mother, Lorena. That woman twisted her and hurt her in ways far worse than what those animals did to her. She was repeating the cycle, but I did what she didn't and I drew the line and said I would walk. I took a stand and made her see what she was doing and we've been happy ever since."

"Family channel should do a movie of the two of you."

"They are, right after they do the one about the girl so pathetic and full of low self esteem and self loathing and fear she seduced her brother to have someone to want her and then spent years hurting everyone around her, yet now sits in judgment of others."

Megan flinched as if the words were a slap and Nicole added, "Right, coddle, I'm not supposed to say those things."

"You're right though." She said softly, "On days like today, days I should be totally thrilled, I think back a lot on the past and...you're right I used and hurt people especially Mark."

"But love him now and always did, but you needed some serious shit to get to the now." Nicole gave her a smile, "Same for me with Abigail, I endured a lot from her and occasionally she has her moments, but she loves me as much as she can and that's why I get pissed when you take shots at her. You're no different, you're just nicer now than you were and you act like a reformed better than zealot sometimes."

"So...Is this your tough love for me?" Megan asked quietly.

"Yes." Nicole walked over to her and put her hands on her shoulders, "It is. I sidetracked myself with Abigail, what I want to say is through Rick I learned a lot about AA and the steps and the way you feel about Abigail is not what you were taught. She does the best she can with what she has and tries to make amends to you, more than anyone I've ever seen. She's doing her part, but you should do yours and let it go. Live and let live."

Megan's response was cut off when Nicole hugged her and kissed her cheek. "And I did say all that because I love you like a sister, Megan and I wouldn't let my brother be a prick, I won't let you be one either." She leaned back, but kept her arms around her neck, "But I don't understand why you've been so uptight about Abigail lately, it's been a year."

"Mark's not over it." Megan said softly, "Don't say I said anything, but he's had nightmares ever since."

"Understandable,." Nicole nodded, "He almost died, you were almost killed and Maxime Ruine was a goddamn freak of nature." Her eyes hardened, "I wanted that prick, he was supposed to come here."

"You didn't want that Nicole." Megan shook her head, "I swear he wasn't human and...Mark was no better that night."

"Did what he had to."

"I know, it was just that he could that scared me." Megan shrugged. "You've spent a long time around killers, I...I'd been in some bad spots, but never saw anyone killed."

"If Mark's having nightmares it's because it bothers him and that's a good sign, Megan. Shows he is human."

"I guess and he hasn't said that's what the dreams are, but I know they are and he's barely sleeping these days, it's getting worse and when I see Abigail it brings it back to me."

"It wasn't what she wanted, Megan. Mark was never told to shoot his mouth off. Ruine was supposed to go after Abigail so I could get him."

"No, she wasn't going to let you."

"Excuse me?" Nicole asked, "How do you know that?"

"She told me while you were hunting Houdon that night. She said Ruine was beyond you."

"No one is beyond me." Nicole's eyes had gone cold. "He wasn't beyond Mark and I would have killed him a lot faster."

"Maybe...who cares?" Megan put her hands over Nicole's arms, "We can't change how it happened."

"Well, tell Mark to talk to someone."

"He won't." She rolled her eyes, "He mentions talking to Abigail, like she would be a help. She encourages the wrong things."

"Sometimes." Nicole agreed. "Is that all that's got you upset, Mark's dreams?"

"No..." she hesitated, "Between us, right?"

"I had all my finger nails torn off once and still never told a secret." Nicole told her. "Its safe with me."

"The Great Beast." Megan whispered as if she were afraid someone was listening.

"That cowardly piece of shit cutting up women?" Nicole grunted, "Now that's someone I'd like to run into."

"He's killed five and the detectives have nothing." Megan said, "The papers are all over it and them. The guy who's running for DA is really making the cops look bad."

"I know, Ben is taking serious heat, he's lead on this one." Nicole let her hands slide from round her neck, but kept her hands on her arms, "Abigail is furious, you know how she feels about violence against women, she keeps talking about getting involved, finding this slug herself."

"That's my fear." Megan confessed, "DA Felger is under fire and the last time he was, he turned to my brother, who turned him down until Abigail told him to take the Ruine case."

"But that was as a prosecutor, Megan. Mark's an attorney not a cop. Closest he would get to this is if they bring the fucker in alive and there's a trial."

"And out of the blue Mark applied for and has already been accepted as a special investigator for the DA's office."

"That's...when?"

"He applied three weeks ago after the second murder. His only experience is his criminal investigation courses back in friggin college and they fast tracked the hell out his application. He was sworn in yesterday."

"I had no idea." Nicole said, "I understand why you're worried."

"He's going to do it again, Nikki. He's going to ride the fucking tiger and try to hunt down some whack job hacking women to death."

"Have you outright asked him?"

"No." Megan sighed, "I really hate to fight with him when he's wired the way he is these days. But I...Nicole did Abigail have anything to do with this? You just said she wants this bastard."

"No." Nicole said emphatically, "I know every move she makes when it comes to these things and all I've heard from her is she is getting tired of the cops and wants to send Seth and some others into the streets after information."

'Okay, so it's just Mark being...Mark, can't be happy unless he's not happy."

"Sounds like someone else I know." Nicole winked. 

"We have established my self-pity in this conversation already." Megan smirked.

"I love you, my friend." Nicole kissed her cheek and embraced her once more and whispered, "Megan if that's what Mark is doing, do exactly what you said earlier."

"What's that?"

"Make him choose you."

"Well, well." Abigail spoke from behind them, "I can't find Nicole and here she is embracing her favorite forbidden fruit." As Nicole stepped back from her, Megan Abigail added "No surprise there."

"Maybe this should be an incentive for you to get up earlier my queen of the night." Nicole laughed.

"It's three, this is early."

Megan turned on the desk to see Abigail drifting in. Abigail always moved in a slow languid manner, as if she were in her own world and paying no heed to anything around her. As she approached Megan had no issue with believing Abigail had just gotten up.

The leader of a secret sect of wealth powerful dominants, as well as the ancient and feared Levay Coven was currently wearing a black sleeveless Slayer, t-shirt and a pair of baggy, shapeless checkered shorts. 

Her hair, which was so dark, many people thought she colored it, was everywhere, some of it hanging in her face and the rest a mass of wild curls. When straightened it hung to the small of her back, but right now it looked as if she had stuck her finger in a socket. 

"Megan," Her voice had a smoky quality to it, as dreamlike as her movements. "How is the web site coming?"

"It's coming." Megan told her, "I'll be done by Friday, and the gallery itself just needs a few more paintings to be hung."

"I saw it last night." She nodded, "Looks amazing, you've more than rewarded my faith in you, the exhibition is going to be a great success."

"Glad I didn't let you down." Megan said tightly earning a look from Nicole.

Oblivious to her sarcasm, as she seemed oblivious to pretty much everything around her, Abigail gave her a distant smile, and approached Nicole, "Morning, my angel."

She took Nicole's face in her hands and gave her a long kiss that had Megan caught between knowing she should look away, but wanting to watch nonetheless. Whether she was okay with her or at odds with her, one thing Megan could never deny was Abigail Lefay was an impressive sight.

The best way to describe her would be a dark beauty, if one were looking for the standard of hot, like Nicole for instance, Abigail wouldn't qualify, but if the gothic look was what someone craved, she set the standard.

Whereas Megan herself was fair, Abigail was outright ghostly, her skin so white she was close to albino. Her raven black hair was a shocking contrast to that odd complexion, but still not her most striking feature, that would be her eyes.

Abigail's eyes were as black as her hair and devoid of any type of emotion. Even when she was smiling and happy, her eyes didn't change, they were dolls eyes, totally lifeless. She was tall and tended to favor stiletto heeled boots when she was in the club that put her at close to six feet. 

As Megan watched Nicole slide her arms around Abigail's waist she thought the two of them couldn't be more opposite, not just the skin and hair, but where Nicole was more on the slender side, Abigail was curvy.

Megan would never go so far as to say she was chubby, but she was softer, lush would be the word she would choose. Like Nicole, Abigail wasn't lacking in the breast area and her ass, when she showed it was well rounded with a nice curve to it. Her long legs were well shaped but unlike Nicole's powerful toned thighs, Abigail's were soft and inviting, 'thick' as some of the younger guys said. 

The one thing the two women had in common was that like Nicole, Abigail's features, when she wasn't done up in her heavy black make up were soft, and her dark eyes were under a set of long delicate lashes Megan envied. Her full lips were capable of a smile that could be described as sweet and at times she seemed much younger than her actual age of forty. 

But the word sweet was quickly negated by her being heavily tattooed. The biggest and most disturbing of which was beneath her shirt where her entire back was covered by a Satanic Wheel surrounded by crows, all done in black and a variety of shades of blue. There were also five hangman's nooses around it and that thought made her shudder.

The Lefay's had a tradition where if one took a life they marked it with a tattoo of a noose. The five on her back represented the five lives of the men who had brutally gang raped her when she was a teenage runaway. Abigail's coven had found them and strung them up for her to slaughter like hogs on her eighteenth birthday. 

Megan quickly pushed that story from her mind and her eyes drifted to the tattoo of a succubus that covered Abigail's left arm from the tip of her shoulder to her elbow. The female demon's bat like wings were spread and her large breasts exposed. 

On the opposite arm was a large red dragon that encircled her forearm and featured a naked witch riding it, there was lettering over the witch that Megan was told was Sumerian, an ancient language that few spoke in this age and spelled out the name Asmodeous, the prince of hell and according to Abigail the father of the Lefay family 

Abigail's hands were still on Nicole's face and each of her fingers was adorned with ancient runes. There were two on each finger one just above the knuckle and one just below her long black fingernails. Like her hair, the ink stood out even more on her white skin. 

Feeling awkward as the kiss continued, Megan looked down to see that as usual when she was just wandering around the upper levels of the club, Abigail was barefoot. On top of her left foot was a snake's head with its jaws wide, fangs bared, forked tongue extending to two of her toes. The red and green body of the snake wound around Abigail's leg, the tail ending over her knee. 

"Wow, I should make you jealous more often." Nicole laughed, as Abigail released her.

"If you ever stayed in bed, that good morning kiss would be to your other lips."

"Sorry if I can't sleep all day like you do." Nicole replied. 

"You barely sleep at all."

"I go to bed at two and I'm up at six, that's plenty,"

"How ungodly." Abigail muttered, then looked around the room with an odd expression on her face.

"Something wrong?" Megan asked.

"Feels strange in here." Abigail began to drift along the wall staring at the posters.

Megan rolled her eyes and looked at Nicole who shrugged. Over the years she had seen Abigail pull off some pretty serious illusions, but Megan was convinced that's what they were. Nicole claimed Abigail had real abilities, but even she seemed skeptical when it came to Abigail's claims of picking up other people's thoughts or like now; 'feeling things'

Abigail continued her way along the wall then caused Megan's heart to skip a beat when she pointed into the next room. "It's in there."

Nicole walked over towards the room and Megan quickly hopped off the desk and followed her as they entered behind Abigail.

"Wow, are those new?" Nicole pointed at the two paintings that had been sent to her, "Those are great, Megan, damn that witchy thing is creepy."

"Megan didn't paint those." Abigail said quietly.

"Seriously?" Nicole looked at Megan, "They look just like yours."

"No, she's right and I don't know painted them" Megan said, "They were delivered with my name on them with notes saying they're a fan of mine." She looked at Abigail, "You're the only one that didn't think they were mine, how did you know?"

"They feel different. Your fan has a lot of rage inside them." Abigail's fingers trailed along the picture of the hag. "Not just rage, but hate, malice. You may paint diseased images, but this person personifies their paintings." She tapped the hag, "Whoever this nasty little Harpy is she represents someone the artist hates with a passion.

"Good guess. Look at the subject matter." Megan said refusing to be like everyone else here and fawn over her 'abilities'

"No guess. True art has a part of the artist' aura imbued in it. Despite your material your work is not anger driven, but more by sorrow. Its how you release all the pain of your past Megan, the inner ugliness coming out in the form of twisted imagery."

"The window to the soul." Nicole nodded.

"Good thing you don't paint, Abigail," Megan replied, "Yours would drive someone to madness."

That earned her another look from Nicole, but Abigail ignored her and moved over to the dog painting.

"This person...the rage is focused, specific, it drives them." Her hand once again traced the picture and Megan's stomach tightened when she stopped with her fingers on the black dog's chest.

She turned to Megan, "I want to see the notes that came with these."

"Abigail do you think whoever sent these is dangerous?" Nicole asked.

"I'm unsure; the art could just be how they release their hate. Notes?" she held out her hand.

"Please works." Megan bristled.

"Spare me your theatrics, Megan." Abigail replied calmly. She was always calm, annoyingly calm, Megan thought, then again when you didn't care about anyone or anything why would she never get upset about anything?

"Right, I care about nothing." Abigail gave her a sly smile when her eyes widened. "Care to pick a number one through ten?"

"Nicole, the notes." Abigail said when Megan didn't respond to her. She then cocked her head as if she were listening and Megan prepared to turn around and get the notes herself from her top desk drawer, but froze when she continued, "They are in her desk."

"Really?" Nicole asked.

"Really now get them." She wiggled her fingers in a run along gesture. Then looked at Megan

"Yes, I speak rudely to her at times." Abigail removed a red phone from her shorts and looked at it. Megan knew that phone was the one connected with the Circle. Mark had told her every member had one and it was loaded with every members contact info.

He had said that the rule was when it rang you answered, but Abigail simply shut it off and put it back in her pocket.

"Isn't that important?" Megan asked.

"It's important to someone I suppose." She shrugged, "Usually it means a member wants to fuck another member and is looking for permission or one of them slighted another and I am supposed to handle it." She shrugged, "Or or one of the wealthy privileged fools did something stupid and need to cover it up."

"I thought they were your friends?"

"They are in my care, but not all are my friends, many are buffoons." Abigail smiled, "You're right, Megan. I am a contemptuous bitch." She raised an eyebrow, "Still doubt me?"

"You're not repeating them exactly word for word." Megan countered, "And you know how I feel about you sometimes, I told you last year what I think of you. You're like those TV con artists; you use what you know about your mark."

"Maybe you're right." Abigail replied still in that slow lethargic voice that sometimes made her sound as if she were drugged, "It's not like you try to mask your disdain for me." She paused and frowned, "Not that you care, but I don't feel I deserve that." 

Caught off guard by Abigail acknowledging her feelings actually bothered her, Megan said, "I'm sorry I get a little carried away sometimes, but..."

"No need to explain, I get it." Abigail cut her off, "It gives you something to complain about. Your life is exceptional, yet you need some type of tale of woe in your life to make you feel complete."

"Wow, tough crowd in here today." Megan rolled her eyes, "First Nicole, now..."

"See? Woe is you." Abigail winked and Megan realized she had led her right into that remark.

"And don't be sorry," she continued, "I don't care remember?" Megan started to speak, but Abigail raised her finger to her, "No need, I am unaffected by your misguided resentment, let's leave it at that. I, unlike most, care little for what others think of me."

"That's obvious." Megan stated.

They both looked at Nicole who had interrupted them with a loud meow and curling her fingers into claw slashed through the air. "Look if you're going to fight how about some slow motion hair pulling and make sure clothing gets torn off." She pointed at Abigail, "And really my dark flower, you can only be so tough in those shorts."

Megan tried to look upset, but burst out laughing.

"You're hilarious my angel." Abigail replied, "Your tongue is good for many things, but not jokes, now the notes." She paused then added, "Please."

"Okay, but only because you called me angel," Nicole winked and went over to Megan's desk.

"Megan, this painting disturbs me." Abigail tapped the wolf in the picture. "I want to know who this is."

"It's a wolf."

"Don't play coy, I know who that dog represents, it's your brother. This is more concerning than the fact the artist knows this about Mark. There is a message here, this wolf...Mark should fear it, I need to know who it represents."




Siblings with Benefits Pt. 02: Sins of the Past Ch. 02



"The artist." Megan whispered.

"Doesn't mean that, it could be a vision they had, not them themselves." 

"You said they're angry so..."

"Many people are, look at your brother, he's always angry."

"Not anymore." Megan shook her head, "Not after..."

"Cute you think that." Abigail smirked, "Mark may think it too, but I know differently."

"You don't know my brother!" She snapped.

"Of course not." Abigail said in that infuriatingly calm tone. "But I do know one thing."

"What's that?"

"That when this person reveals themselves and says they want to meet you, it needs to be here and I want to be present, if I cannot be you call Seth or Julian."

"What about Nicole?"

"If this person has an issue with you or your brother I do not wish them to see Nicole."

"Why?"

"Because Megan, I don't want them to recognize her when I send her to kill them."

A chill ran down her spine at how casually Abigail had delivered that statement.

"No." She shook her head, "No more of that, no more death. This person..."

"Knows something about Mark that no one should be able to know." Abigail's voice had an edge to it now. "Aside from the two of us he has told no one and I have said nothing and doubt you have."

"I haven't." Megan said as Nicole came back with the notes in her hand, reading them as she walked.

"Typical fan shit." She said, "I see nothing threatening, they just seem to be trying to be mysterious."

"We're worried about this painting." Megan said, "There's something in it that..."

"Yeah, the dog. It has Mark's scars on it." Nicole answered, now looking at the second note. "It's supposed to be him." She grinned at the way Megan and Abigail looked at her, "I was CIA for a decade, you think I don't notice things?"

"That dog is no guess, its personal to Mark." Abigail replied, putting her hand out for the notes. 

"I know." Nicole rolled her eyes, "Megan you painted the dog before, it's in the gallery, the one where it's crouched, standing between a demon and a woman." She grinned, "Ruine and you, with Mark defending you."

"I'd forgotten about that." Megan slapped her forehead, "But still, how would they know that dog is part of Mark?"

"Part of him?" Nicole raised her eyebrows, "And you don't want to believe in mind reading?"

"Nicole has a point." Abigail said, "Anyone familiar with your story could come to that conclusion." She tapped her upper lip, a habit she had whenever she was thinking. "So perhaps this person is not as in tune as we think, but can just put things together. But that means they saw that picture here."

"It's online on my website." Megan replied.

"Oh, blessed be the internet." Abigail sighed. 

She took the notes and after quickly reading them, closed her eyes and ran her index finger slowly over each line. 

"This person has a mind like a bag of cats." Abigail said handing Megan the notes. "They seethe."

"So they're dangerous?"

"To some degree, but we still don't know if this is threat or warning. So again, when they reach out to you directly meet them here."

"I will." Megan nodded, "But please, no more crazy shit, no one needs to be hurt."

"Your brother and you are under my wing, Megan." Abigail explained, "I will not allow you to be hurt. If this person is deemed harmless fine, if they are a threat I will see them removed." She surprised Megan by reaching out and putting her hand on her arm.

"I am aware I jeopardized your lives last year even though that was not my intent. I will not do so again."

Megan saw Nicole wink at her from behind Abigail and she knew she should just let it be, but instead blurted out. "Then don't send him after that crazy fucking killer."

Abigail removed her hand from her arm and when she spoke her voice was no longer calm, but had an edge to it.

"Do you truly believe me to be that callous? After I just admitted my wrong to you? You think that little of me?"

"You...you get carried away sometimes." Megan replied and caught herself taking a step back from her. 

"Abigail, let it be like you said." Nicole came around and put her hand on her shoulder, "We're all friends, let's not do this." She shot Megan a look, "Had this conversation very recently."

"Fine." Abigail nodded, "But know this, Megan. I will not ask your brother to hunt that pathetic dog. If the police do not stop him I will do it myself."

"That's crazy too," Megan said, "He's dangerous, He..."

"He slaughters helpless women, he tortures them he..." Abigail stopped and took a breath, "He is only dangerous to the defenseless."

Abigail raised her left hand and Megan jumped back at a popping sound and saw the air around her hand shimmer. As she stared a small flame appeared at the tip of each of her fingers and as the air filled with a crackling sound and a smell that reminded her of fireworks, the flames grew and wound down around her fingers, until her entire hand was sheathed in yellowish orange flames.

"Now this; my unbeliever?" Abigail spoke softly, her black eyes wide and reflecting the flames, "Is dangerous."

*****

"Where the hell are you? I'm speaking in a half hour!" Megan angrily thumbed send and looked back up from her front row seat hoping the current speaker hadn't noticed her playing with her phone while he told his story.

She took a few deep breaths and forced herself to relax. She wasn't just upset about Mark being late because of the occasion, but the fact he had not picked up when she called before she left the Flame and mostly because he was never late; not for work, not for a function, not for anything they planned to do together. 

She had called him twice more after she'd left The Flame and both times it went to voicemail, the final time she caved and left a message asking him where he was and to call her. Megan hated doing that, but her conversation with Nicole where she had expressed her fears of Mark's getting involved in something dangerous was adding to her anxiety that he was not answering. 

Still, it reminded her of how needy she had always been, even before the drugs had taken her she had clung to Mark; always needing him to help her though whatever crisis she was in and becoming a manipulating drama queen whenever he tried to focus on something other than his pathetic sister.

But today was a legitimate concern, the paintings she had blown off when he was there, but Abigail's reaction over them changed that, whether she bought Abigail's schtick or not, that was no coincidence with that dog. 

Nicole had eased her mind a little, she had forgotten about that painting. Abigail's stating she would not endanger Mark should have her at ease, but no one knew Mark better than his big sister and Mark was a bigger danger to himself than anyone else could be. 

She had deliberately kept herself from thinking about Abigail's little show with the flame, there had to a trick involved somehow, but what was real was the psychotic look on her face as she had done it. Not for the first time Megan thought of trying to strike out on her own. She had the name now and enough money to get started. But Mark would never leave Abigail as a friend...

But even with all her legit concerns she felt as if she were running to him, like that needy fucked up girl she had been for years. She recalled the time Mark's high school sweetheart Krissy broke up with him because he had gotten into a fight, that his fucked up big sister had instigated, and beat the shit out of someone.

Megan had seen that as her chance to lay claim to him and they had spent every night together, with her getting kinkier and nastier, doing everything she could to keep him happy and satisfied with his sister.

Megan had then found out Krissy was going to take Mark back. Krissy was good for him, she was sweet and normal. Mark could have been normal with her, but Megan needed him and lied to her, telling her Mark was not only already fucking a girl he worked with, but had been while seeing Krissy. 

Megan had held Krissy while she sobbed then went back to Mark and when he become upset did what she did best, sucked his cock and fucked his brains out, fucked him until he couldn't get it up anymore. She owned him at that time. His first, his favorite, his sister, Mark never stood a chance at that time and she took advantage of it, keeping him as her security blanket so she didn't have to be alone. 

Slow you're roll, she told herself and lowering her head silently recited the Serenity Prayer. Accept the things she could not change, that was her biggest issue. Her present was as close to a fairy tale existence as she would find, but still at times she seemed to wallow in the past. Especially on nights like this where her past was close to the surface as she heard others stories of addiction driven sins.

She jumped when her phone vibrated and felt a wave of relief flow through her when she saw Mark had texted back. The message itself however didn't exactly make her happy, it was one word.

"Delayed."

"There's going to be a delay the next time you think you're getting in the house if you miss this!" 

She sent the angry text, but still felt much better, at least he was okay. Megan looked around the basement of the Baptist church that hosted the meeting and noticed there were a couple of men she had never seen before. The one sitting several rows behind her looked as if it was his first meeting.

He was looking around, nervously fidgeting, and even from a distance she could feel his anxiety. He had the shell shocked look on his face that Megan knew well, newly sober and caught between knowing you should be here, but at the same time wondering why the hell you were. 

Her gaze moved to the man sitting in the last row, right next to the back door they used as an entrance to the meeting. He was sitting slouched down in the seat and dressed in a faded denim jacket and an LSU baseball cap pulled down so low it obscured his eyes from this far away. 

He was clean shaven and had his arms folded over his chest. Unlike the other man he seemed calm and relaxed and she wondered if he were from out of town and just looking for a meeting while here.

She began to turn back to where she should be looking, in front of her, when the man raised his hand to her; two fingers extended and tapped them to the bill of his cap then towards her. Feeling like an idiot she had been caught staring she gave him an awkward smile.

She grunted when Royce elbowed her in her side and whispered, "I know you think life is all about you, but you could pay attention to us other drunks."

She turned to look at him and nodded, "Sorry." She said softly, "Just getting antsy, Mark's not here and he has the medallion."

"He'll be here." Royce assured her, "That man's been through hell and back for you, sweetie, he's not going to be daunted by traffic."

"Right." She nodded, then gave him a smile when he took her hand.

"Relax kiddo, it's just another meeting; you're one of the old guard here these days, it's all good."

"I still don't know what I want to say." She shrugged, then winked, "But if I get nervous I'll just look at your outfit."

"Honey, I look good." He grinned, tugging on the awful lime green shirt he was wearing that was only slightly uglier than his purple slacks. 

Royce was short, a little on the pudgy side and had red hair that he combed forward to try to hide his receding hair line. He always wore a pair of John Lennon style glasses with different color lenses and tonight he had somehow found a pair that matched his shirt. 

"You know Royce, even the flamers are ashamed of you." She whispered and giggled at the exaggerated look of hurt on his face.

"Cunt." He hissed.

"Diva." She replied, as they both turned back to paying attention to the next speaker.

Megan focused on the man in front of her listening to what was second verse same as the first. The promising student and all American boy falling in with the wrong crowd, in this case a girl who introduced him to coke, then the fall, failing college, unable to hold a job, stealing from his parents, using his friends and alienating anyone that cared for him. 

So much horse he ended up in intensive care so wasted he had to be fed through a tube and weighed barely a hundred and ten pounds. He claimed to have had a vision from God that he would get a second chance, but only if he helped others.

He entered rehab for six months, then NA and AA, back to school where he met the woman who was now his wife and sitting in the next pew from Megan with tears in her eyes and now a drug councilor himself working with teens. 

In one sense these meetings were brutal. They were stories of other people's horrors that ultimately led to reliving your own. Megan rarely went through one with a dry eye and often wondered if these things weren't a form of masochism, but they worked, these weekly in her face reminders of where she had been and where she easily could be again. 

As the speaker finished up, she looked behind her again. Still no Mark but feeling as if someone were watching her she turned her gaze to the guy in the hat.

He was still in the same place and position except he had slipped his jacket off. He was wearing a black t-shirt that fit him snugly and the way his arms were crossed showed off an impressive build. He was looking at her and made no effort to look away when she caught him.

She turned around quickly when Royce stood up next to her and walked up to the podium. He had made sure he was leading the meeting tonight so he could be part of her night as Mark, if he ever got his ass in here, was supposed to present her medal to her.

"One more speaker tonight." Royce said, "And a special one because tonight my friends marks this young ladies ten year anniversary."

He paused as people clapped and nodded, "I'm always happy to see these occasions marked and I admit to having a special place in my heart for this woman who helped rekindle a career that went into the shitter when I started indulging in Jack and coke and I'm not speaking of the soda."

"I was four years sober when I met her, but working as waiter. I had no desire to pursue my old career in art. I was too ashamed to go back to that scene and face people who had known me at my worst, but when I saw her talent it inspired me to get back in the game and help me help her..." he laughed,

"Help me! The two of us are a great example of why we're here to not just get better but to help better each other so enough about me..." He looked around, "Unless anyone wants to hear..."

He slumped his shoulders when a round of good natured boos sounded through the room and put his hands up, "Okay, Okay, I know you're tired of me rubbing your noses in my greatness, so allow me to turn this over to someone you actually want to hear from."

He stepped to the side and as Megan stood and smoothed down the front of the simple red one piece button up dress she'd chosen for tonight, began to walk to the podium. The creak of the door caused her to look over her shoulder to see Mark step through it. 

He saw her looking and spread his arms out palms up, he then stepped aside and her heart leapt when her parents walked in behind him. Delayed! That sneaky son of a bitch. Mark knew what was going through her mind and flashed that smug smile that made most people, including her most of the time, want to kill him, but right now she could kiss him.

Mom gave her a wave and dad blew her a kiss as they settled into one of the back pews. Feeling the anxiety of the early evening fall away, Megan made her way to the podium and after getting a hug and kiss on the cheek from Royce faced the meeting and uttered the words she'd been speaking for the last decade, the ones that helped save her life every day.

"Hi, my name's Megan and I'm an alcoholic and an addict."

"Hi Megan!" They all replied and after she took a moment to look directly at her mother who already looked like she was tearing up she began to speak.

Megan had planned on keeping it as light as possible. No horror stories, but instead just talking about how grateful she was for all she had now and wouldn't have without meetings like this and people like them. But seeing Mark and her parents together brought back the real reason she had decided to give up drugs once and for all and she went in a darker direction.

Megan gave the details of how she'd been left by her mother then put into a horrible home where she'd been molested. She was careful to leave Mark out of the equation in the early part of the story, people here either knew him as just her husband and that was all and some might have caught the story about them last year that they had met in a foster home and fell in love, but was afraid to admit it.

Megan then spoke of how her life should have been better, how loved her foster parents made her feel, especially when they adopted her and made her their daughter.

She mentioned Mark coming into her life and how she was surrounded by people who loved her. Megan then went into that big empty hole she had still felt, the depression, the nightmares, the issues with men and how one night in order to get her relaxed a much older man got her drunk in order for her to enjoy what they were doing.

From there she talked about the usual escalation, booze to pot, pot to coke and eventually heroin and the same pattern the previous speakers mentioned, losing her ability as an artist, couldn't keep a job, bad crowd, and hurting her family.

Megan moved forward to how after a stint of being straight she'd fallen again and it dawned on her the only she even tried was her family and her then fiancé' Tommy. That if it weren't for them being upset she would just keep using and pass on into a peaceful oblivion.

It was then Megan's drug addled mind and tortured soul came up with the idea that if she made her family hate her then she wouldn't have to feel bad when she died, she could go to her end guilt free and hell, wouldn't she be doing them a favor? They wouldn't care anymore, wouldn't worry anymore. 

Megan described how she let Tommy catch her sleeping with one of his friends to make him break up with her and give up on her ever being anything but a user of both drugs and people. Mark...she showed up at his office drunk and made a scene, messing with the one thing he cared about aside from her, his career. 

She spoke of her final days, how she'd gone from a beautiful woman into an emaciated hag covered in sores, unable to eat and so physically sick she was pissing herself and not even knowing it. 

Yet still hooking, keeping to dark alleys and caking on make up so the john's couldn't tell how disgusting she was and forced herself to stay straight long enough to get up enough money to buy a dose of uncut heroin, more than enough in her weakened state to kill her. She painted the scene of how close she was, needle poised for that final plunge when Mark had shown up and stopped her. 

Megan told them how she begged him to let her die, that she hurt everyone and it's what she deserved. She stopped at that point and had to take a few sips from the bottle of water to try to keep it together. Her throat was tight with emotion and there were tears on my cheeks as she told the story 

In the back her mother was openly crying and her father and Mark were both doing their best to try to look unaffected, but she could see it in their faces they were fighting back tears. Several people in the group looked that way as well and putting the bottle down Megan continued to the message she felt this story as meant to give. 

"When I told Mark death was what I deserved." She paused again and swallowed the lump in her throat and hoped she could get through this. "He said I had it wrong. He said the word deserved was right, but I was using it wrong, I was being selfish thinking of what I deserved."




Siblings with Benefits Pt. 02: Sins of the Past Ch. 02



"Mark brought up my parents, what did they deserve? Didn't they deserve to have their daughter in their life; didn't they deserve to see the person they loved no matter what she did? Didn't he deserve the woman he had fallen in love with and didn't I deserve that love in my life?"

"Those words got through to me and I was back to where I was, doing it for others, but this time I realized I was doing it for myself too because those people wanted to love me, only I stopped them from doing it and even then I wasn't I just thought I was. They did deserve to have what they wanted and so did I."

Megan wiped at her eyes and was glad she had been smart enough not to wear mascara and gestured towards the group. 

"Everyone here deserves to be here tonight. None of us are bad people. We may have done some bad things, but that was our addiction not us and being here means we are fighting that addiction and being the people we should be for the people who love us. None of us belong sick and on the street, every one of us deserves to love and be loved." 

She stopped and looked the group over and noticed Mark now had his head down, her bad ass little brother trying to hide the fact he was crying. Spreading her arms out she said, "I'd really like it if everyone here would stand up and say "I deserve this."

As one, everyone stood for her and repeated her words. 

"And...I know the expression you people deserve each other is usually negative, but tonight I want us all to look at someone next to you and say we deserve our family and each other."

As the group spoke she turned to Royce and hugged him, "I deserve you, Royce." She whispered.

"You deserve...an academy award you attention whore." He said in her ear, but squeezed her tightly and added, "God, that was beautiful, Megan."

Megan stepped back from him and as she stood to his left he took the mic. 

"People, be grateful for what you just heard, that was a strong message. I'll be sure to pass along a box of tissues when we pass the plate at the end of the meeting." 

"I'm only crying because those colors don't match." Someone called out.

"Oh, and is this stand up night now?" Royce laughed, then said, "But of course we have one more part to this meeting and after that I promise you can run fleeing in tears that you are not the fashion plate I am."

He stopped for more boos and laughter, "Right now I think we have a gift for Megan and it's to be presented to her by..." he paused and Megan looked to the back to see Mark pass something to her father who taking her mother's hand led her to the middle aisle.

"Her parents Doug and Denise Hanson." Royce finished, "These are good folks my friends. They would never mock my clothes."

"Don't bet on it." Her father called out.

"Denise is good folks, everyone." Royce replied.

Megan didn't wait for them to reach the podium; she had to force herself not to run as she met them at the first row of chairs and threw her arms around both of them. They slipped their arms around her waist and the three of them remained in a group embrace.

"Thank you so much for coming." She whispered her voice tight with emotion.

"How could we miss this?" Mom kissed her cheek, "So proud of you, honey."

"Right the glory hound back there gets all the attention." Dad told her, "No way would we give him this one."

"All about one upping Mark, right dad?" She grinned at him.

"Of course, I mean you don't think I'm here because, well you know..." He stopped and sighed, "So goddamn happy for you Megan, you're right, you deserve this."

"We all do." Mom added

Dad stepped back and held up the medallion. Mark had brought it to a jewelry store as it was now hanging from a gold chain, "May I?"

Megan turned and moving her hair smiled as her dad slipped it around her neck and the group applauded.

"Honey, all your friends are going to want to say something to you so you stay up here and talk to them, we'll be in the back with Mark, waiting, okay?"

"Okay." Megan nodded and taking the tissue mom handed her wiped at her eyes, "I'm so glad you guys are here."

"Sorry we had to make you think we weren't." Mom said, "Dad was sick, but when he felt better and we called Mark, he said to keep it quiet."

"I guess I owe him an apology for all the names I was calling him when he didn't show up on time."

"Nah," Dad waved his hand, "Just find another reason to call him names, give him time he'll give you one."

He winked at her and taking Mom's hand said, "Let's go in the back before that fruit loop in the faggy pants tries to talk to us."

Megan smiled as she watched them heading towards the back, holding hands and seeing Mark waved and mouthed the words "I love you."

Mark smiled and tapped his chest over his heart. 

"Okay folks, let's bring this to a close." Royce called out, "I'd like to ask everyone to put their head down, take someone's hand and either say the prayer with me or pray in whatever way makes you feel good."

Megan took the hands of the people on either side of her and as Royce began the Our Father she said the words softly along with him. As she lowered her head she caught Mark rolling his eyes and wandering towards the back of the room. 

When the prayer ended, Megan looked up and was surprised to see the man in the hat in front of her. This close she could make out his eyes which through what had to be a trick of the light were a light brown with a yellowish cast to them.

He appeared to be in his late forties, perhaps early fifties and was clean shaven and quite attractive. He smiled, showing off a set of perfect teeth and taking her hand said,

"That was powerful darlin', it really moved me."

He spoke slowly and with a drawl and her hand disappeared in his. He wasn't too tall maybe around six feet, but his hand was large and his palms rough, she could feel the concealed strength in his grip and figured him for a construction worker or laborer of some sort.

"Thank you." She said trying to look at his eyes again without being obvious, and they seemed even more yellow than before, "Haven't seen you before, you new to the program?"

"Nah, darlin', just in town for a spell, but y'all might see me around." He released her hand and with a tip of his cap, turned away and slipped through the crowd towards the back of the church. 

Her attention turned to the people around her and she became immersed in a sea of hugs and congratulations. At one point she looked up at the sound of the door and frowned when she saw Mark walk out as if he were in a hurry. 

*****

Mark stood in the back and keeping his head averted, casually wiped at his eyes, trying to clear the tears from them. He was caught off guard by Megan talking about that horrific day in Hell's Kitchen. 

As Megan had spoken he remembered how she looked back then, how wasted, her face skeletal, and her legs not much more than sticks covered in scabs and sores. When he's gotten her to his place he'd bathed her and the near black water had been filled with pieces of her skin floating in it. 

At that moment the memory turned into a full blown image of Megan in that condition. It was so vivid it seemed as if she were in front of him causing him to flinch. He closed his eyes and fought to push the image away, it shouldn't be there. He had locked it away safe in the room of pain in his attic. Megan was healthy, had been for years now and that hag had no right slipping into his thoughts. 

He shook it off and confident he no longer looked weepy; he wandered back towards the middle of the basement where Doug and Denise were sitting. He smiled at the look on Doug's face as he sat at the end of the row watching Megan's flaming agent talk to Denise and figured he would bail him out, even if it meant enduring more of Royce's sexual advances

Mark was a couple of rows away when he stopped and remained still. The hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end; someone was watching him and he was pretty sure he knew who. He looked to his left, and as he had thought it was the guy in the hat. 

Mark had noticed him when they first sat down, but like everyone else he had been focused on Megan. Once she stopped speaking, the guy had kept looking his way. Each time Mark felt he was being watched and glanced over and the guy would turn his attention to the front. 

Mark didn't think he knew him, but maybe the guy recognized him. Even though it had been almost a year since the night he'd fought for his life and came close to losing it, Mark still occasionally had people approach him and asking if he were Mark Phillips, the hero. 

Even now that made him roll his eyes, sure it was fun for awhile, getting a little celebrity as opposed to his usual notoriety, but even the positives couldn't erase what happened that hellish night. Mark had met a monster that night, two of them, one a two legged demon claiming to be a man and the other an even more disturbing opponent, fear. 

Mark had feared for Megan over the years, but never for himself, he had not known fear since he was child and the demon that caused that fear, a sadistic cocaine fueled foster father that beat him every time he spoke, was long forgotten. As an adult Mark feared nothing, hell his mission was to be feared by anyone that got in his way, he was not supposed to be afraid, but he had been that night.

Not just that night, but many nights. Those fucking dreams were getting to him and the fact bad Meg as he referred to her, had slipped her ugly ass out of her room in his head told him they were affecting him. Who knew what else could follow that disgusting demon of pain that called itself his sister, out of the dark corners of his mind?

He blinked and shook his head, where had all that come from? He snapped himself back to reality and focused on his admirer in the hat. He was now speaking to the guy who had been skulking around in the back all meeting and after clapping him on the shoulder walked to the front of the meeting to stand behind a woman hugging Megan, waiting for a chance to talk to her. 

Mark stared at him and this time the roles were reversed. The guy tensed and turned around to look in his direction. Even though he couldn't see his eyes, he knew he was staring back and again felt his hairs rise. Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard a low growl. Mark turned away and looked down so no one would notice him closing his eyes again.

He couldn't really concentrate enough to see his attic with people around, but he could focus enough to feel around and there was nothing there that could make that sound. The dog was gone, had been since he woke up from surgery, maybe it was a memory? Or maybe his ass needed to break down and take some sleeping pills. 

He trailed off when he heard Doug's voice from several feet away, "What the hell is this?"

Mark looked over to see Doug holding a piece of paper and talking to the nervous looking guy from the back. The guy muttered something and quickly turned away heading towards the door. 

Denise was still talking to Royce and some other people and hadn't seemed to hear him.

Mark strode between the chairs planning on getting to the back before the guy did, but Doug was coming down the aisle and looked pissed.

Seventy or not, Doug was a big guy and still in decent shape and Mark knew from experience could still throw a mean punch, and he didn't want him making a scene or going and getting himself in trouble.

"Hey!" Mark caught Doug's arm. "What's going on?"

"Going on?" Doug pulled his arm from his grasp, "That friggin guy just handed me this."

Mark took the folded paper from him and opened it. A chill went through him when he read the words scrawled in black marker, "She was never yours!!"

"Stay here and don't say a damn word to Denise or Meg," Mark said. 

"Yeah fine, just catch that bastard and make him eat that." Doug said angrily. 

Mark nodded and forcing himself not to run made his way to the door and left the building with every intent to make whoever this was eat a lot more than a piece of paper. The door opened into a small hallway that led to another door that went directly to the parking lot and as soon as the first door closed behind him Mark broke into a run and hit the bar across the outer door so hard he almost took it off its hinges.

He looked around the parking lot and noted to the left was the wall of the building next door and there were no cars anyone could be hiding behind. He ran to the edge of the lot and frowned. The street ran both ways and the guy could have headed in either direction.

There were a few people standing to the right and calling out, he asked, "Hey, anyone see a guy in a camouflage shirt just now?"

One of the women pointed the other way and with a wave to her Mark headed down the street. There were a few cars parked there, but except for a row of old mill buildings nothing until the diner a few blocks down and Mark doubted anyone could have gotten there that quickly.

He stopped walking and sighed disgustedly. Maybe the guy had gone the other way and the people hadn't noticed him. Mark didn't want to be gone from the meeting too long, but thought about getting in his car and cruising a few blocks. He started to head the other way when he caught the sound of footsteps.

He spun around and saw the guy he was looking for appear between two buildings and head towards the diner. He must have been hiding and figured Mark went the other way. Mark took several steps before calling out, "Hey!"

The guy turned around and seeing Mark approaching began backing away from him.

"Hey, I want to talk to you." 

Mark called out again trying to resist the urge to just chase him down and tackle the asshole. Tucking the note into his shirt pocket as he continued to approach him he wondered what the hell was going on here?

The guy stopped and seemed as if he were going to let Mark walk up to him, then seeming to panic he turned away and broke into a run.

"Of course." Mark rolled his eyes and ran after him. 

The guy was wearing work boots and just by the way he ran Mark could tell he didn't do it too often. Running effortlessly, Mark's long strides closed the distance between them quickly and he was getting ready to grab the back of the guy's shirt when he dodged to his left and turned into an alley Mark hadn't noticed.

Mark tired to change direction, but the shoes he was wearing weren't made for this type of movement and he skidded, and then lost his balance. He slammed into the wall, but at the last minute managed to turn so only his shoulder hit it and not his head. He staggered back and gaining his balance, approached the alley.

He peered into it and smiled when he saw it was a dead end and the only doors were metal loading docks that couldn't be opened. The only way out was through him. There were however three small dumpsters and piles of trash.

Mark walked slowly down the center of the alley not even bothering to stay quiet, it had been a long time since he'd hit anything but a bag. He'd promised Megan he would avoid trouble, but seeing trouble had looked for him tonight...

He peered under and around the first dumpster then resumed his leisurely stroll down the center of the ally. There was movement to his right and he pivoted smoothly in time to see the guy dart out from behind a soiled mattress that had been leaning against the wall.

Mark brought his hands up, ready to block and strike back, but the guy seemed startled to see him that close and twisting around, tried to run back to the street.

"Get back here!" Mark snapped, reaching out fast enough to catch his arm and pull him towards him.

The guy staggered towards him and came around swinging wildly. Mark raised his left arm, easily blocking the clumsy swing, and grabbing the front of his shirt spun him to the side and shoved him hard into the wall.

As soon as he crashed into it, Mark jumped forward and shoving his left forearm into the man's neck slammed him up against the wall again.

"Who the hell are you?" Mark demanded, his face inches from the other man. Reaching into his pocket with his free hand he removed the note, "And what the hell is this bullshit?"

The man choked out something Mark couldn't make out and he eased back a few inches, and then slammed into him again causing his head to strike the wall behind him. 

"I asked you a fucking question." He hissed. 

"Oh, I like it when you're rough."

Mark froze at the dry whisper in his mind. It wasn't possible, he was taking...

"Yeah, yeah, those lame pills." It chuckled, "They don't really work, but I've been quiet because up until now you've been so boring it's been painful to watch."

But...

"Pay attention."

The guy against the wall punched him in the stomach. The blow didn't have a lot behind it, but it was enough to cause him to let up on his neck enough for him to push forward and shove Mark in the chest sending him backwards. 

Once again, the guy didn't try to attack, but instead turned up the alley again. Mark caught him in three steps and grabbing the back of his shirt, stopped, pulled backwards and wrenched his hips, yanking him around. Mark stuck his foot out tripping him and let him go, sending him crashing into the dumpster.

He slid into a sitting position and this time it was Mark's foot that became lodged in his throat.

"Last chance, talk or I'll make it so you can't." Mark leaned forward, putting pressure on his neck until he gagged.

Forcing himself to calm down; he eased his leg back slightly and getting control of himself spoke slowly, 

"Who the hell are you?"

"I...no one!" The man choked out.

"That's your name?" Mark sighed, "Are you going to be stupid about this and make me hurt you?"

"Fuck man, I didn't do anything!"

"Then why'd you run away from me?"

"B...because that old guy looked pissed and then you came storming out of the church I...I don't want any trouble, please just let me up, man I won't run, I promise."

Mark paused and looked into his face. The guy's bloodshot watery brown eyes were wide and he looked like he was ready to piss himself. Twice he could have made a fight of this and both times he tried to run. Something wasn't right here. 

Mark dropped his foot to the ground and stepped back.

"Get up." He said softly, "And talk to me."

The guy slowly got to his feet and Mark looked him up and down, about his height, but looking at his thin arms protruding from his short sleeve t-shirt couldn't weigh more than a hundred and fifty pounds. He was unshaven and Mark noticed the army t-shirt was dirty and his jeans ripped and upon closer look his boots were worn and there were holes in one of them.

"Look, I wasn't making trouble or anything I was just sitting there and..." 

He stopped when Mark held up the note, "What does this mean?"

"I don't even know what it says!" He shook his head back and forth and Mark took in his uneven hair that looked as if he had cut it himself.

"Real nice Mark, you beat up a homeless guy." 

"Shut the hell up." 

"You said to talk, man..."

"Not you." Mark realized he'd spoken aloud to the voice.

"Then...who?" The guy asked, looking at him strangely.

"The bum thinks you're nuts Mark, that's great!"

"What's your name?" Mark changed the subject.

"Gary, Gary Williams."

"So Gary, how is it you have no idea what's on this paper?"

"I...I was sitting there and after that girl got her award and everyone was talking this guy comes over to me."

"What guy?"

"He was sitting in the back, had a hat on."

"Son of a bitch." Mark breathed; he'd chased the wrong guy.

"Smooth work!" The Voice mocked him, "But hey, you got a badge!" Mark winced as the Voice whistled the theme to Andy Griffith. 

"So the guy looks at me and asks if it's my first meeting and I say yeah and he tells me I'm in the right place, he seems like a nice guy, then he looks at my clothes like you just did and asks if I want to make fifty bucks."




Siblings with Benefits Pt. 02: Sins of the Past Ch. 02



"Let me guess, to give that guy the note."

"Right. Seems nuts, but dude put a fifty in my hand." 

"Then why the hell did you run from me? I said I wanted to talk."

"I...you looked real pissed and I got scared, hell all I am is scared these days."

"Why?"

"Who the hell cares?" 

"I was in the joint for awhile, did some dumb shit for drugs just like the people in the church. I got out a few weeks ago." He put his hands out.

"Hey, look, I'm sorry if it says something bad. I didn't know and...I...man, I just got out of rehab, I'm staying in a group house and I went there because I need to get to some meetings. I got nothin', I needed the money. Then you looked at me all crazy and I just...bolted, tried to hide, I don't want a fight, I can't be in any trouble right now."

"Oh cry me a river, loser."

"What did this guy look like, he had to get close, right?"

"Um, well...jeez I get so nervous it's hard to focus sometimes. He was kind of rugged, you know looked like he was pretty built."

"Face?"

"I don't know, no beard, he was a good looking guy, kind of...pretty, know what I mean?" He shrugged, "Kinda like you."

"See his eyes?"

"Um..sort of."

"That makes no sense, you saw them or you didn't."

"I did, but...okay, it must be my nerves because they looked yellow." 

"Yellow?"

"Yeah, like animal eyes, so you know, bad light I guess."

"Voice? Deep, light?"

"Uh...smooth."

"Smooth?"

"Yeah like... calm, real calm, like how the shrinks sound when they take to you. Kind of soothing, made me feel relaxed I thought he was part of the group." He snapped his fingers. "Hey, he had a southern accent and it was an LSU cap."

"That's something." Mark nodded.

"So can I go now? I want to go get some food at the diner down there."

"No."

"No?" Gary looked around nervously, "Come on man, you said..."

"Tell you where you're going." Mark took his arm and walked towards the beginning of the alley leading him along with him, "You're going back to that meeting; that guy running it, the one that thinks he's Elton John? His name is Royce, you're going to talk to him; he can help you out."

"Um, sure."

They reached the sidewalk and Mark let his arm go, but kept walking. He stopped when Gary was just standing there, "You coming?"

"Sure." He nodded and catching up walked alongside him back to the church. 

As they walked, Mark reached into his pocket. 

"Looking for work?"

"Trying."

"Well you're not going to get a job looking like that." Removing the money clip from his pocket Mark peeled off two hundred dollar bills and passed them to him, "Here, get a haircut and some clothes."

"I...are you kidding?"

"I chased you and threw you around an alley, least I can do, right?" Mark asked him.

Gary stared at the money then grabbed it and shoved it into his pocket. 

"Thank you! I...I can do a lot with that."

"Well you're going to do something for it." Mark said and stopped him as when they reached the back of the church.

"First what you are going to do is walk in there and right up to Royce and introduce yourself,. Then what you are not going to do is talk to the guy you gave the note to, I'll handle that. Third?"

"What's third?"

"Third, I know a lot of people enforcement. You get in any trouble, fall off the wagon, I'll see to it your ass has a good long stay in there just for blowing a second chance, got it?"

"I got it." He extended his hand to Mark, "Thank you, really, um..."

"Mark." Mark took his hand noticing how Gary's fingers were trembling.

"So why are you doing this? I piss you off and now you're handing me money and getting me back in a meeting."

Mark shrugged, and pointed at the church. "Know that last woman that spoke?"

"Yeah, Christ, she had me balling, man, that girl knows what it's like."

"That's my wife." Mark replied, "And I lived every minute of that shit with her and don't wish it on anyone, now let's go in there and make you some friends."

"Thanks Mark, I won't forget this, really."

"Aw thanks Mark!" The voice chirped in his head, "I love it when you get all noble!"

I'm taking a double dose tomorrow to shut your stupid ass up. Mark directed the thought at his unwanted company

"Hey weren't you paying attention in there, Mark? Drugs are never the answer!" It laughed, then Mark heard a door slam somewhere in his mind and he no longer felt its presence. 

He followed Gary back into the meeting and looked around, but as he expected the guy with the hat was nowhere in sight. As Mark had told him to Gary went straight over to Royce and Mark watched them shake hands and Royce call over a couple of women who were nearby to introduce them. He saw Doug coming over, but so was Megan, just a few steps behind him.

"Real quick." Mark whispered to Doug, "Someone else gave him that, don't know who yet, just keep it between us, got it?"

"Yeah." Doug nodded, "We'll keep the girls out of this." 

"Hey, Mark?" Megan asked as she came up behind him

"What's up, you done with the victory tour, ready to get some food?"

"Sure, but where did you go?"

"Oh, just out for some air."

"You sure, you look kind of rattled."

Her eyes were focused on his and he made sure not to look away as he shrugged. "Hell, Meg that speech brought up some serious shit."

"You left because you were upset?" Her eyes narrowed, "Mark, don't lie to me, we promised to never keep things from each other."

"Fine." He sighed, "You caught me. I was lying."

"So why did you leave?"

He gave her a rueful grin and reaching into his pocket produced a pack of Camels, "Still having a hard time giving them up completely."

"Oh, okay." She nodded, "Can't say I'm thrilled, but glad you're not lying to me."

"I promised you, Meg, that's all in the past."

"Past five minutes anyway." The voice chuckled from deep in his mind..

*****

"What a great night!" Megan exclaimed as Mark opened the door of her car and took her hand, helping her out.

"It was, that was a hell of speech Meg." Mark slipped his arm around her shoulders as they walked across the driveway then the stone path leading to the front of the house.

"Is it a speech when it's all true?" She asked, leaning against him and enjoying the way he tightened his arm around her.

"I don't know, that's too deep for me." He laughed, "My idea of philosophy is we all go into a hole in the end."

"Cheery!" She laughed, "But it wasn't just the meeting, dinner with the folks was great and Mom said they're staying for the next three days, it'll be nice to spend time with them."

"Worth being late?"

"I don't know..." Megan laughed pulling away from him turned away from the front of the house and skipped down the path that led to the backyard, turning she gestured to him, "I still think you have some making up to do."

"Can't do it from here." He said walking towards her.

"We'll start with some porch time." Just as Mark reached her she skipped away again, enjoying the sound of her heels on the cobblestoned walkway, "Hurry up," she said as he continued to take his time. "Oh, wait, I forgot, bad ass Mark Phillips is too cool to skip."

"I do have a reputation to uphold."

"The only thing you should be holding is your wife." Megan told him as she reached the small back porch deck and climbed the stairs and sat in the middle of it.

Mark caused her to laugh by skipping over the last few steps, then grabbing the railing vaulted himself over it and onto the porch where he sat in the corner of the swing. As he always did he angled into the corner and Megan turned her back to him and slid across so her back was against his chest. He put his arms around her waist and slipping her heels off Megan stretched her legs out, resting her feet on the arm of the swing. 

"This is a nice start, but you really do have a lot of making up to do."

"I don't think I can do that out here, people might complain."

"Or film us." Megan pointed to the back of the house across from their yard.

Only a chain link fence separated the two yards and Mark planned on having a tall stockade fence in front of it to give them more privacy, but right now they could easily see into their neighbor's yard and occasionally house through the windows at night.

"Emily over there was watering those two bushes she has the entire time you were washing the cars in the back last weekend thought she would drown them."

"And Joe only seems to want to grill when you're out on the deck." 

"Well we are a pretty couple, no?" Megan laughed.

"All that matters is we're a happy one." He held her tighter and nuzzling his head into her hair asked, "You happy Megan?"

"Very happy, Mark, you?"

"I don't know...you could put out more."

"Seriously, you jerk."

"As long as I have you, I'm happy Megan, we wasted a lot of time and I never want to waste another minute."

"I like that." She nodded, and then moaned softly when Mark pushed his face beneath her hair and kissed her neck, "And I love that."

Mark kissed her again then gently sucked on her neck just below her ear. She sighed contentedly and looked up at the sky.

"Remember all those nights on the folks swing? When we couldn't sleep we'd slip out side and sit together and talk or sometimes just sit?"

"That's why we have this one." Mark said, "Why rely on memories when you can make more?"

"Good thought." She snuggled against him and reaching up, moved her hair to the side.

Mark took the invitation and as she lay against him worked his lips across her neck. He took his time; kissing lightly, sucking a little and playfully flicking his tongue along her skin. She released a deep breath and watched the stars. 

Despite her earlier anxiety over the paintings and strange vibe at the club, it had turned into a beautiful night. This was the first time her parents had been down to see them since just after Mark had gotten out of the hospital last year. They had been up to Rhode Island to visit them, but Megan loved them coming down here. 

In Rhode Island it was their life and for the first thirty plus years of her life, Megan's as well. But down here in Chicago, this was her life, her career, her friends and now Mark's as well. She enjoyed the normalcy of parents coming to visit, made her feel her and Mark were truly a married couple like all the others. 

Then again, as Mark had pointed out they were the only couple that could each say the others parents weres. Not that Mark, when he was in his own woe is me tragic tale moments, wouldn't still see them as Megan's parents and not his as he was never adopted by them. These days she would tell him that at the least he was the son in law so stop moping.

After the emotionally draining, but satisfying meeting, dinner was amazing, all four of them together and getting along was something Megan would never take for granted after the years of shit she and her brother had put them through

Mom wanted to know every detail about everything, especially the gallery and made Megan smile when she told her how she'd been telling everyone back home how her daughter was not only selling her work, but had now ran her own Gallery.

Megan was sure her mother became a little vague when people asked where it was. But on the other hand mom really had no idea what actually went on at the Black Flame. While Megan and mom enjoyed their girl time as her mother referred to it, Mark and Dad had their usual 'quality time' of debating everything from sports to politics to the infamous topic of religion. But tonight they kept it calm and friendly and as they always did busted each other's balls constantly. 

Seeing the two of them get along was the best part of the night, for years dad had not trusted Mark, thought he was a bad seed, his real father's child. But after Mark came close to dying to defend his daughter's life even her father had run out of excuses not to accept him as someone who would never hurt his little girl.

As Mark continued to work her neck, he undid two of the lower buttons on her dress and slid his hand in. He fondled her stomach, his fingers trailing lightly across her skin causing her laugh.

"You know I still can't believe mom and dad won't sleep here." She said, "They said they accepted us, I mean Mom admitted she knew about us for years. Must be dad."

"It's the sex thing." Mark replied, "You're right about Doug, I think he still lets it get to him sometimes, that whole crazy brother sister detail, but I think even Denise doesn't want to think about us in the same bedroom."

"Especially your bedroom." Megan laughed.

"Oh, it's my bedroom?"

"Well it's your bedroom set."

"If I recall you told me if I don't bring my bed down to Chicago I shouldn't bother coming at all." Mark said in her ear, then sent a shiver through her when he flicked his tongue across it.

"I do love that bed." She closed her eyes and enjoyed his soft lips on her skin, "And the mirrors and...the man in it."

She gasped when Mark's hand slid down her stomach and under her thong. His fingers slid through her pussy and she moaned when he worked them up and down, sliding them through her rapidly moistening lips.

"Hey, we're right out in the open here, it's not that late and we have neighbors." Megan reminded him, although there was little conviction in her voice.

"You said I had making up to do." He said softly, "Besides, you're dressed and its dark."

"Porch light kicked on, and the lights are in at Joe and Emily's, they're up."

"Then we put on a damn show, damn Meg, for a woman who'll whip her top off at any given moment on a dance floor, you're being a prude."

"Well then I guess you'll have to help me work on that." 

"I'll give it a try." He kissed her neck and she moaned softly when his fingers slid inside her.

She contracted her pussy around them and groaned when he pushed them in deeper, forcing her to open wider for him. His thumb pressed against her clit and traced a slow circle around it. Megan sighed and relaxing against him rocked her hips into his slowly thrusting fingers.

"There you go." Mark whispered and popping open two more buttons slipped his other hand in and cupped her breast.

He found her nipple through the thin lace and toyed with it as his fingers continued to work her pussy. Megan let her head fall aback against his shoulder and stared up at the sky while her brother's talented fingers pleasured her. 

Mark pushed his fingers beneath her bra and slid his hand over her small breast, fondling it as he moved his thumb faster across her clit. He caught her nipple between his fingers and rolled it, working the barbell gently back and forth. 

Megan moaned and forced herself to stop moving her hips. Mark was taking his time and she wanted to let him. She wanted to enjoy every minute of laying here in the warm night air, staring at the stars and right out in the open as Mark continued to tease her towards what she was sure would be a good hard orgasm.

"Bad boy." She said quietly as he resumed kissing her neck adding to the delicious sensations throughout her body.

Who made me that way?" 

"Some fucked up slut," She released a sharp breath as his thumb pressed harder to her clit. "Heard she was so messed up she seduced her brother." She paused and added. "Her virgin brother."

She yelped when he twisted her nipple hard, then laughed, "Don't worry, baby, I'll never tell. Just hold it over your head."

"Speaking of head." Mark teased his tongue along her neck, "This is just a warm up, I have a lot of making up to do."

"Well by all means proceed, councilor." 

Mark moved his fingers harder inside her and twisted her nipple faster. Unable to help it she moved her hips pushing his fingers deeper and working her swollen clit into his thumb. She turned her head to the side and noticed a figure standing just to the side of the house behind them.

Joe smoked which his wife hated so many times Megan had seen him wandering around his yard at night, having a cigarette. As if on cue she saw the flare of a lighter and could just make out the orange glow of a cigarette.

The thought he was watching sent a wave of excitement through her and she made it a point to raise her left leg and place it against the wall of the porch to make it obvious Mark was playing with her. She continued to face the shadowy figure and parting her lips moaned louder and thrust her hips harder.

"Audience?" Mark asked in her ear.

"Joe's having a smoke break, let's give him a reason to need another one."

Mark took his cue and twisted my nipple roughly while driving his fingers hard inside me and grinding his thumb into my clit so hard it bordered on painful. But pain and pleasure many times were and the same to her and feeling totally wanton she opened wide and released a long loud wail as her orgasm slammed through her.

Her pussy clenched around Mark's fingers and bucked her hips wildly. Adding to the show, Megan pulled the top of her dress to the side so that Mark's hand could be visible under her bra she cupped her other breast. She released several loud yelps that weren't for show, but from how damn hard Mark was now driving his fingers inside her.

Mark was moving his arm more than he had to letting their voyeuristic neighbor no how hard he was finger fucking her. Megan emitted one more long loud squeal, and then slumped back into mark fighting to catch her breath.

Mark eased his fingers from inside her and when he removed them from her dress, she grabbed his wrist, brought his hand to her face and sucked on his fingers, all the while with her gaze fixed on their semi hidden admirer. 

Megan sat up allowing her dress to hang open to expose the red lace bra beneath it and her partially revealed left breast. She stood up and putting her back to their neighbor, grabbed Mark's and yanked it down. Reaching in she grabbed his hard cock and after a minute of fumbling was able to pull it from his underwear.

"I'll take back prude." Mark said as leaned up to sit in the middle of the swing.

Megan swung her leg over his and hopped up on his lap. Mark pulled her thong to the side and she plunged down onto his long thick cock. She cried out then grabbing his shoulders began riding him.

Mark grabbed her hips and helped guide her up and balance her as still performing for their audience, Megan lifted her long hair up over her head and worked her hips slowly and sensually on her brother's cock. 

Mark lifted the back of her dress up enough that she could feel the night air on her ass and could just imagine how hard Joe would be standing there watching her fuck. Grabbing her bra she pulled it down and her brother didn't need to be told twice to suck her breast into his mouth and fondle the other. 

Megan braced he hands on his chest and slammed her hips up and down rapidly. Mark moaned and thrust into her as much he could with her on top of him. 

"Oh, fuck!" Megan made sure she was loud enough to hear, "God, your cock's so fucking big!"

Mark winked up at her and returning it she lowered her voice to a whisper.

"Yeah, Joe thinks this is hot watching us? Wonder what he would think if he knew who we were? That he's watching a nasty big sister fuck her younger brother, the brother that just made her cum nice and hard!"

"He'd think how sick..." Mark said around my nipple, "Then he'd keep stroking it."

"Yeah, they all say it's wrong, but if they ever did it?" She paused and yelped as Mark wrapped his arms around her and pinned her to his chest and began slamming his cock into her as hard as he could. "They'd love it!"

"Maybe," Mark breathed as he pounded into her, "But not everyone had a sister as hot as you."

"Or a brother as beautiful as you." Lowering her head she kissed him hard and moaned as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.




Siblings with Benefits Pt. 02: Sins of the Past Ch. 02



Mark moaned into their kiss and she felt his body tense as he prepared to fill his sister's pussy. "You close, baby?" he asked as she pushed against his chest so he would let her ease back.

"Oh, yeah." He managed to get out as he hammered away at her, slamming into her so hard she bet Joe could hear their flesh slapping together from across the yard. 

"Hold that thought." Megan lifted herself from his cock and dropping to her knees between his legs took him into her mouth.

She bobbed her head rapidly sucking on him as he grabbed her hair and helped work her head up and down his long cock. Megan could just imagine the view Joe was getting now, her on her knees Mark moaning above her and using her hair like handles and her ass peeking out at him. Goddamn she was going to need to cum again!

Mark gasped and thrusting his hips buried his cock deep in her throat and exploded. Megan squealed around it as the first thick warm jet of cum squirted into her mouth and down her throat. She stopped moving her head and let Mark fuck her mouth, each thrust ending in more of her brother's sticky load pouring into her mouth.

She kept her hands on his thighs as she took his cock deeper and looked up into his face. Mark's eyes were darting back and forth from her to Joe in the next yard and she knew he was getting off on this as much as she was. 

Mark stopped moving his hips and she took him deep one more time, shaking her head back and forth and sucking hard, milking the last few drops from him. Carefully sliding him from her Mouth Megan opened wide and showed him the puddle of cum on her tongue. She then closed her mouth and tipped her head back, then stuck out her now clean tongue.

"You...are a good big sister." Mark sighed, "But I thought it was your night."

"Oh, its not over yet." She stood up and turned to the side, giving Joe a good look at Mark's huge cock still standing at attention. "I think you know what I want."

"I know what Joe doesn't want." Mark grinned tucking his cock back into his pants, "To see me, he's all about you."

"Okay, well we'll have to do something in front of her sometime and make sure she gets a good view of that big dick of yours."

Mark was going to say something, but stopped at the sound of clapping. They looked over to see Joe still hanging back behind the small tree slowly clapping his hands.

"Wow, he's not shy these days is he?" Mark laughed.

Megan lifted her skirt and bent her knees giving a curtsy, then taking Marks hand let him lead her across the porch and into the house. The back door opened into the large kitchen and as Mark walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, she leaned on the island in the middle of it and looked at the cherry wood cupboards and the expensive stainless steel appliances.

"Still makes me laugh to see this kitchen and neither one of us can cook much."

"Came with the house." He said, passing her the water. "If we only got what we needed we'd only have your studio and a bedroom."

"Oh, right because you don't have your gym in the basement and the pool table and your office and that damn huge TV we barely watch." Megan paused to take a few sips from the water, "You're a long way from when you used milk crates as furniture back over Mitch's."

"Wow, remember that place?" Mark smiled, "Had some fun there boy." He shrugged, "Some of it was even with you."

"Most of it was with poor Cindy, you used that girl pretty bad Mark." She told him.

"I guess, but she was smart enough to leave. Just like Krissy and Tommy...we were toxic to everyone, but each other."

"I was pretty toxic to you." She put the bottle down and putting her arms around his neck said, "Mark, I'm sorry for all that shit, those years I was messed up, some of the things I did to you were..."

"Stop." He took her face in his hands, "I know tonight brought things up for you, but let it go. Told you before Meg, no more sins of the past bullshit. You know what the new mantra is."

"Always forwards, never backwards." I said, repeating the words he'd been drilling into me for the last few years it seemed.

"Right. And right now all that is front of us, is us. So how about we head on into the bedroom and let me give you what I know you want tonight."

"Oh, what's that?" Megan asked, looking up into his gorgeous eyes multi colored eyes. "What do I want tonight?"

"What I want, to love my beautiful wife."

Megan's reply turned into a startled laugh when Mark leaned over and getting his arm behind her knees, swept her off her feet.

"I love this!" She said her arms around his neck and her face nuzzled into his chest as she playfully kicked her long legs while he carried her out of the kitchen.

They had to pass through the dining room to get to the master bedroom and as Mark carried her headlights shown through the partially open blinds. Mark turned his head and stopped.

"That's interesting." Mark said.

"What?" Megan lifted her head to see past him.

The headlights were from a taxi that had just pulled into the driveway behind them and getting out of it, with a suit case under his arm, was Joe.

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Author's note: Hope you're enjoying so far. Just started chapter three, not sure when it will be done, but it will be by end of July at the latest. As always thank you for reading, LC68



Siblings with Benefits Samhain



Note from the Author: A couple of quick notes about this story;

1st off you are probably reading this a couple of days after Halloween. This was supposed to go up last week but a family emergency took me out of town. It was a lot of work and figured better late than never.

Next- as I said this is a stand alone story if you have never read a chapter of SWB you should still be able to enjoy this.

For the people following SWB- As I said it is stand alone, however for the continuity of SWB this takes place 5 years before Megan's current visit to RI and although it has nothing to do with the current series does provide a look at Megan's new life in Chicago after she finally wins the battle with drugs.

For those of you who are very into the romantic emotional bond of M/M this story is quite different as they share with others in this. Keep in mind that Megan has not been sober that long and spent years damaging her relationship with Mark, they do not have the same bond they do now in the present although it is getting there.

This story is much different from my other work. I have had many people complain to much story not enough sex. SWB is very story driven however this story is an all out sex fest so all you stroker's never let it be said I can't deliver.

One last note. SWB is pretty much novel length, and is tough going to write as everything has to fit. This stand alone is extremely long because it is completely self indulgent and was an absolute blast to write I hope you enjoy it. And lets face it at the end of the day, could I really have a story featuring two practicing Satanists and not do something for Halloween? Enjoy and as always Thanks for the support Lovecraft68. P.s. this did not mess with my SWB schedule Ch 20 should be up within a day of this.

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A wave of excitement went through me as the voice over the intercom announced that flight 386 from Providence had just landed and the passengers would be exiting soon. I stood up from where I had been sitting looking through an art magazine, and quickly started to make my way over to the gate to wait for my brother Mark, whom I hadn't seen since back in July. Knowing I had a couple of minute ,I ducked into the ladies room and gave myself a brief once over in the mirror.

It was Halloween, and I had fully dressed the part; going with the all out goth appearance I usually reserved for the clubs and my art exhibits. I had straightened my normally curly jet black hair, so that it now hung down to my waist, and besides my deep red lipstick the only make up I was wearing was heavy black eye shadow and eye liner which served to further accentuate my Ivory -or as I liked to think of it at this time of year- ghostly complexion. The dark eye makeup also called attention to one of if not my best feature; my all but transparent crystal blue eyes.

I stepped back from the mirror so I could get a good look at the rest of what would be greeting my brother as he got off the plane. Despite it being the end of October in Chicago the temperature was still in the low fifties so I didn't have to bundle myself up too much. I was wearing a black leather shirt that although long sleeved, the outsides had no material and were laced together with leather straps through metal hooks. 

The front was the same; the left and right sides laced together with enough space that the inside portion of my tits were showing, the material just covering my pierced nipples. The shirt continued all the way down like that exposing my stomach and the silver chain that hung from my navel. The long black skirt I was wearing went all the way down to my ankles. However the slits on both sides ran almost all the way up to my hips showing off the knee high black boots and quite a bit of my creamy white thighs. 

All in all I thought my brother would like what he was seeing especially since he hadn't seen me dress like this in awhile. I turned and practically skipped out of the bathroom. There were so many reasons to be excited tonight! Besides the fact that it had been months since I had seen Mark, this was the first time he had come down here since January, and so much had changed since then and all for the better! The last time Mark had been down here I had still been living with Betty, and had been working as a waitress while I tried to get myself going in the local art scene.

Two months after he left I ran into a guy named Royce at an NA meeting who was a former art dealer, and after a year of abstinence was just starting to get some of his clients back. We got to talking and he agreed to show some of my paintings, if when they sold he would get a percentage and the right to represent me. I had agreed and within a month he had three of my paintings hanging at the local Goth club "The Black Flame". By month's end I received a phone call from him that one had sold for $2,000. 

From there things really started falling into place. As it turned out Abigail Lefay the owner of the Black Flame knew my brother from not only the occult circuit but was a member of some type of exclusive S&M club that my brother was also belonged to. Once Mark called her and she met with me, Abigail began really pushing my painting, and in the last eight months I had sold close to two dozen.

The last sale which was for a cool $10,000 also got me featured in a couple of local magazines where I was touted as "An up and coming artist whose dark visions could put Bosch to shame.". I had since quit waitressing and was now painting full time. At the moment I was doing a series of paintings based on the works of Edgar Allen Poe for a collector who was not only going to pay $5,000 a pop but had given me a $15,000 down payment.

That money, along with another $15,000 I had been able to save, went towards the down payment of the condo I had just moved into three months ago. Due to my checkered past and the fact that the bank was a little iffy about considering painting a steady income, Mark, who was in the middle of a big case and couldn't come down, got on the phone with the bank and co-signed for me. For the first time in my life not only was I financially self supporting but had a beautiful place to live that was all mine!

The thought that not only was I picking up my brother, but that we would be going back to my place, and of course to my bed was enough to get me wet as I stood there in the middle of at least a dozen others waiting for the passengers to get off the plane. Of course that was another if not the biggest thing I was excited about, Mark was coming to Chicago. Back in Rhode Island people knew we were brother and sister, and between it being a small state and Mark having some public notoriety there we had to be careful.

Not down here however. When I had first moved here a little over a year ago, it had occurred to me that seeing it was a new start, and no one other than Betty knew me, I decided not to tell anyone I had a brother. Now when Mark came down here we could go to dinner, dancing, to the clubs and pretty much paw all over each other. To the friends I had made down here Mark was a former lover from back home who I still hooked up with; a friend with benefits. I have to say that it turned me on to no end to see the reactions of my friends when they met my beautiful little brother. 

Mostly what I got was why the hell would I leave him? Gorgeous, built, and a six figure a year attorney. I simply shrugged and had said neither of us wanted to settle down. None of my friends had a problem believing that as the only thing that continued to plague me now as it had done in my past was the inability to stay in a relationship. 

In my year and a half down here, I had started out with Betty, who honestly I knew wouldn't work out but we were comfortable together, and we kept each other out of trouble. I had then spent five months dating an architect named Kevin, who I had high enough hopes for that I moved in with him after two of those months, but in the end it had been the same old story; Kevin was sweet, romantic and caring. I, on the other hand? Well second verse same as the first, as I was told that I was distant, unreachable and even cold. After that there was a couple of dates here and there and even a couple of months toying with a twenty year old college student named Brian, who literally worshipped me, but that had been purely sexual on my part and when I saw him falling I ended it immediately.

I pushed those thoughts aside, in the grand scheme of things being unable to find that special someone wasn't the be all end all. Right now what mattered most was that I was sober, independent, and experiencing my first taste of what I hoped would be continued success. Even my relationship with my parents was getting much better. They hadn't been happy with the move but when I saw them back in July things had gone better than they had in years. Mom of course had always tried to be close to me. I was the one who out of shame and guilt had pulled away. 

Now however I called her two to three times a week and loved chatting away about life back at home and my new life here. Even Dad, who had really distanced himself from me as I had descended further and further into drugs, had gone out of his way to try to mend things between us. Of course the only drawback to living out here was that I hardly ever got to see my brother anymore. Mark had been disappointed about me coming here, but he knew it was for the best. I had needed a clean start and as always my brother was all about me getting what I needed.

That, of course was the best reason of all to be excited; as I had been thinking about my brother and that hard cock and soft tongue of his every day for the last month. Ever since he had called and said he was coming down I had been masturbating to the thought of him like it was a sporting event. What was going to make our reunion even more spectacular tonight was there was another reason for Mark's visit besides paying a conjugal visit to his hot big sister and her lonely pussy.

Tonight was Halloween, The feast of Samhain, and there was to be a celebration at the Black Flame in the honor of this most holy of days. To the everyday poser The Black Flame was a goth club where people who liked to dress the part and pretend they understood the lifestyle came to dance and play. However what most of those pretenders weren't aware of was that The club had three levels, theirs which was the club proper was on the first floor. 

In the basement was the second level where the hardcore S&M crowd went. This level had its own entrance, and on any given night there was everything from whipping demonstrations to live sex shows. These people were the real deal however even they didn't know about the third level which was located in a sub cellar that had been discovered when the club was built. This was the true heart of the club. 

Abigail Lefay was a certified high priestess of the church of Satan and was the descendent of a long line of witches. Every Friday night she held Black mass, and on other nights would have special masses where things happened that sometimes were best not spoken of. I myself have to admit that I was not as hardcore as she was, but had attended some of the sex magic ceremonies as Abigail always made sure there was an abundance of very sweet young girls there whose sole job it was to please the ranking members of Abigail's little cult.

Not that my brother wouldn't have come for the ceremony anyways, but Abigail had invited him personally and wanted him to be part of the "show". I wasn't exactly sure what that meant but Mark had warned me that our "rule" of never being with anyone if we were together at the time might have to be bent tonight. Surprisingly that comment had excited me more than it had bothered me.

I mean my brother was a true master of women who had bedded every type of woman from 18 year old coed's to forty something Ceo's, to a blond supermodel named Victoria Redding who hailed from new York and was yet another member of this "group" that my brother wouldn't even tell me that much about. So in the end it's not like we were exclusive by any means, and what was one more? I also felt that it bothered me less because now that I was sober and in control of myself I had been getting my share as well. I still did have some issues here and there with men, but for the most part I was no longer that scared little girl who was afraid to let a guy fuck her, or that desperate strung out mess who would sell herself for a fix, fucking anyone who had either drugs or the money to get them.

I shook my head on that last note, and as my therapist had taught me, I began to focus on the positives things in my life. As if to prove that she was right just at that moment the single best thing in my life appeared at the top of the escalator, and was making his way down. I went over to the gate and waved to get his attention. Mark saw me, and to cool to wave flashed me that killer smile that made my thighs weak from twenty feet away.

To say Mark looked good was like saying the sun was hot, the word just not doing him justice. Mark had caught his flight straight from work and although he had ditched his tie and jacket was wearing a pair of grey slacks and a tight black dress shirt that showed off his wide shoulders and broad chest. His thick black hair, was slicked back and he was clean shaven showing off his high cheek bones and flawlessly smooth even features, my brother had spent his entire life being called "pretty boy" and although it pissed him off it fit to a T; my little brother truly was beautiful.

The fact that he looked ju like his older sister may have something to do with the fact I thought he was pretty as well, as with the exception of his slightly olive skin tone and our eye color our resemblance was undeniable. Speaking of his eyes I couldn't see them at the moment as they were covered by a pair of sun glasses that I have no doubt cost hundreds of dollars.

Mark reached the landing, and I all but ran up to greet him. As I got there Mark dropped his bag, and removing his sunglasses put his arms out to me. I leapt into those arms leaving my feet and throwing my arms around his neck squeezed him tight. Mark wrapped his arms around my waist and holding me to him whispered in my ear;

"Damn I miss holding you Meg."

"And I miss you holding me." I replied.

I let my arms drop from his neck, and as my brother put me down I immediately took advantage of the fact that we could be open here, and reaching up and grabbing the sides of his face pulled his head down to me and gave him a long lingering kiss. Mark sighed into my mouth as he put his arms around me and kissed me back. At first we kissed hard; each of us showing how badly we had missed the others lips, we then slowed down to a softer more playful kiss our tongues teasing in and out of each other's mouths. 

I'd be lying if I didn't say it was a turn on; standing in the middle of O'Hare airport making out with my brother in full view of dozens of people. As we kissed I heard someone remark; "Get a room for God's sakes!" I pulled away laughing feeling like a teenager. Mark was smiling and grabbing my shoulders held me back from him and shaking his head said;

"Sis you look fucking incredible!"

"Thank you!" I said smiling even harder.

Mark nodded then his smile fading a bit leaned over and putting his arm around me said softly in my ear;

"Really my sister, you don't know how good it feels to see you like this."

I felt my eyes begin to fill up with tears. I knew exactly what he meant; all those years and all the things I had done to myself. My brother had seen me at my absolute worst, and had somehow still loved me. I could only imagine how much it had hurt him. Now hearing how happy he sounded made me feel as if I was finally giving him back something by being his sister again, rather than the emotional drain on him I had been for years.

I hugged him back and whispered in his ear;

"I wouldn't be here without you little brother."

Mark pulled back and shrugged.

"I did what I could." He said simply.

"You did a little more than that Mark." I told him. "Like saving my life."

"You saved your life sis." He answered. "You're the only one that could. I just helped that's all."

Before I could reply Mark waved his hand.

"But you know enough of that bullshit, the past is the past sis and all that matters now is that we are going to have one hell of a time tonight!"

Mark smiled again, and as he did I looked into his amazing multi colored eyes; at the moment they were a combination of greenish gold with just a hint of brown thrown in. In my entire life I had never seen another pair of eyes like his. I smiled back at him and nodded.

"Your right Mark all that matters is now." 

Taking his hand I giggled like a young girl and said;

"You ready to come see my place little brother?"

"Your place," Mark repeated. "I can't wait," He paused, then with a serious look on his face said;

"Only one thing though."

"What's that?" I asked concerned.

Mark leaned over, and after kissing my cheek said quietly in my ear;

"You're going to have to start by showing me the bedroom or I'm going to end up fucking you on the floor."

I laughed;

"You are smooth my brother!"

Twenty minutes later, I pulled my black infinity into the parking garage of my condo complex, and as we got out of the car I couldn't believe how excited I was to be bringing Mark to my place. We entered the condo, and after Mark put his bag down, I took him by the hand and led him through the living room talking excitedly about the deal I had gotten on the furniture and where I had gotten some of the paintings I had on the walls.

From the living room I went to take him into the spare bedroom which I had set up as a studio. I had just opened the door, when Mark pulled me out of the doorway by my hand, and as I turned towards him reached out, and grabbing my chin looked me in the eye and said;

"Did you think I was kidding Megan? I haven't tasted my big sister's pussy in months, no offense, but fuck your furniture."

"Well when you put it that way I... hey!!!" I exclaimed as reaching down and swinging his arm under my legs he put his other one behind my waist and lifted me off my feet.

"Which way?" 

I laughed, and pointed down the other end of the hallway. Before turning that way Mark leaned down and kissed me, I put my arm around his neck and held his face to mine turning his quick kiss into a long passionate one as he held me in his arms. Mark slid his lips from mine and bending his head down buried his face between my tits kissing the inside of the left one. Using my freehand, I undid the top two hooks and pulled the top of the shirt aside exposing my pretty pink nipple.

I moaned as Mark sucked it into his mouth, then letting it go playfully flicked his tongue across the barbell piercing. Mark made a soft whimpering sound as he did, telling me just how much he had missed his big sisters perfectly shaped titties.

"The bedroom," I moaned out. "Now please."

Mark carried me quickly down the hallway, and as I reached out and turned the knob kicked open the door, and for the first of what I hoped would be many times my brother carried me into my bedroom, and laid me down on my bed. Mark began to unbutton his shirt but I sat up, and pushing his hands away did it for him. My hands were trembling with excitement as I slid his shirt over his shoulders exposing his powerful chest, six pack stomach and the two massive full sleeve tattoo's that covered his muscular arms.

It was Mark's turn to moan, as I leaned forward and started sucking on his left nipple. I felt my pussy begin to drip as I thought about the next thing I would be sucking. As I switched off and started tonguing Mark's right nipple, my hands reached dow,n and after undoing his belt unsnapped his pants and slowly pulled his zipper down.




Siblings with Benefits Samhain



"Oh yes." Mark said softly.

"Yeah little brother," I asked as I pushed his pants down. "You miss you big sister's mouth you... Ohhh damn."

Not only were Mark's grey boxers stretched to the limit by the enormous bulge in them, but there was a large wet spot where his cock had been dripping. Oh this nasty girl had to get a taste of that and right now! I pulled his underwear down and groaned at the sight of my brother's huge long thick cock springing free.

"Oh did I miss this cock!" I told him.

Wasting no time I grabbed his cock, and after giving it one good hard pump put my mouth over the head of it and in one smooth motion took him all the way down my throat. I would have loved to have played and teased, but Mark was staying for the weekend and there would be plenty of time for that later, right now I just had to have it in my mouth and feel it throbbing against my tongue. I began bobbing my head in a quick steady rhythm taking the entire length in and out with every long hard suck.

"Oh yes! Oh just like that sis oh I missed that mouth."

I pulled his cock out of my mouth long enough to smile up at him and say;

"Yeah little brother? You mean your little barely legal's can't suck cock like your big sister?"

"No one sucks cock like my big sister." Mark said "You give the best blow...Ohh!"

I went back to rapidly sucking him in and out of my mouth, at the same time I wrapped my right hand around his shaft and stroked up and down with my mouth, jerking him off as I blew him. As I sucked Mark reached down, and after undoing one more hoo,k slid my shirt to the side and grabbing the barbells between his fingers began twisting them back and forth, gently pulling the sensitive skin of my nipples. I moaned around his cock as he played with my tits and started taking him even deeper. 

My brother must have really missed his sister's mouth, because despite the control he usually had I could already feel his thighs start to tremble. That was fine by me; it had been far too long since I had tasted my little brothers cum. As Mark started pumping his cock in time with my sucking I reached between his legs with my left hand, and started gently massaging his balls. Mark let out an adorable little whimper, and started pumping my mouth faster.

"Hmmm mmm." I encouraged him, looking up as I sucked on him.

Mark's cock exploded in my mouth, I moaned as his spurting cock coated my throat with his hot sticky cum. I started sucking even faster still using my hand, making sure I milked every last drop out of my brothers amazing cock. I slid Mark's cock out of my mouth until I had just the tip between my lips and giving one more good hard suck was rewarded with both a loud moan from my brother, and a couple of more drops of his delicious cum.

"Mmm did you need that little brother?" I asked.

"I'll bet I'm not the only one who needs something." He replied 

Mark dropped to his knees, and after undoing the rest of my shirt, started sucking and playing with my nipples, going from one to the other with his mouth while teasing the other with his fingers. It felt incredible but;

"Oh little brother," I whispered. "You know where your sister needs that tongue."

"Oh don't worry sis I can't wait to taste it."

With that Mark gave me a gentle push back onto the bed, and leaning between my legs pushed my skirt up, and pulling my thong to the side, spread my lips and after making me squirm by gently blowing on my clit, he plunged his tongue deep into my steaming pussy.

"Oh yes!!" I cried out as keeping his tongue rigid, Mark began pushing it in and out of me. "Oh look at you tongue fucking your sister, oh you know just what she needs don't you?"

Mark's reply was to slide his tongue u,p and start doing slow circles around my swollen clit. I started slowly rocking my hips back and forth into his face as my hands found my nipples and started playing with the barbells the way Mark had. Still swirling his tongue around my sensitive clit Mark slid two of his fingers into my sopping wet pussy, and started pumping them in and out.

"Oh yes, oh just like that." I whimpered, as I started working my hips faster and twisting my nipples harder.

I could already feel myself getting ready to cum, just like with Mark, it would have been fun to delay it, but I needed to take the edge off and there was no doubt that my needy little pussy would get its due attention. I arched my back as I felt my thighs begin to shake, and started gasping with every thrust of Mark's fingers. Sensing that I was getting close Mark stopped licking my clit, and started sucking it in and out of his mouth matching the rhythm of his fingers.

"Oh yeah little brother, of right there ohhh your sister missed that tongu,e oh yes she did I... ohh yess!!"

Mark had reached up with his other hand, and sliding one finger into my tight ass started shoving it in and out. Oh how I had missed this! My brother was working, my clit, pussy and ass at the same time, and all in perfect rhythm. I could feel my orgasm racing through me getting ready to send me plunging into ecstasy as I teetered on the edge I gave my nipples one more hard twist and then threw my head back and screamed as the orgasm tore through me.

Mark continued to work his magic on my pussy, and I let out a series of loud squeals as I writhed in pleasure my hips bucking wildly in his face. As wave after wave of intense pleasure flowed through me I kept letting out those loud howls of pleasure somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered that I had a next door neighbor, and their bedroom was on the other side of mine. Oh well, I thought and screamed again as Mark gave my over stimulated clit one more hard suck before stopping.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "That was... ohhh look at that."

Mark had stood up, and enormous cock was once again at full attention, ready to get some of his big sister's pussy, and she was more than willing to give him. Reaching down I unhooked the clips at my hips and lifted my ass off the bed as Mark pulled my skirt off. I pushed myself further up on the bed, and as Mark crawled up onto it, I put my long legs straight up in the air. Wiggling my hips I slid my thong over them, and slowly worked it up my legs enjoying the look on Mark's face as he stared at my pretty pink pussy.

Kicking the thong off I started to lower my legs, but Mark grabbed my ankles preparing to spread my legs and start fucking the shit out of me.

"Hold on little brother," I told him pulling my leg away. "I want the first time to be my favorite."

With that I rolled over onto my stomach, and pushed my ass in the air. This was still a position I occasionally had issues with depending on my mood but never with my brother. No my little brother could have me any way he wanted me whenever he wanted me, but the first time this weekend needed to be this way I had gone without long enough.

Mark didn't have to be told twice; kneeling behind me he grabbed my hips and with one thrust drove his massive prick deep inside of my willing pussy. I cried out as Mark started slamming me hard and fast. Although we had been fucking for years my brother's cock was so big that if you I didn't get it on a regular basis it still took some getting used to. I gasped and moaned as my brother hammered away on his sister's pussy, once again nothing fancy just taking me hard and fast. 

As Mark continued to fuck me, I started thinking about an entire weekend of this and who knew what tonight would have in store. Oh this nasty girl's pretty little pussy was going to be hurting by Monday! Mark started pushing me back and forth by my hips driving his cock even deeper, I started yelping with every pump.

"Oh goddamn little brother! Oh you did miss this pussy didn't you!" I gasped out.

Mark's answer was to start fucking me even harder as he began to breath heavier and his thrusts became faster and faster.

"That's it little brother give it to me every drop!"

Mark came hard; his cum shooting deep inside and painting the inside of his big sisters pussy. I moaned in pleasure as he emptied his cock into me. I loved the feeling of my brother cumming inside of me. Mark gave one more little whimper, and after another thrust pulled his cock out and stretched out onto the bed next to me. I rolled over on my side to face him, and after kissing him on the cheek asked;

"Did you need that little brother?"

"Oh yeah."

I looked at the clock it was five thirty.

"What time we going to go."

"We'll get there for nine, the mass is 11 I figure we'll hang out at the club for a while, make fun of the posers."

I smiled, I was hoping we wouldn't have to go right away, this meant we could curl up and sleep for awhile. As if reading my mind Mark rolled over onto his side and pulled me into his arms. I sighed contentedly as I nuzzled into his chest and both of us were asleep within minutes.

The nap had been amazing; I hadn't realized how much I missed lying in my brother's arms. When we got up we had taken a long hot shower together, I had started getting worked up but Mark told me we were going to wait until later which told me that at some point he planned on fucking at the club. We arrived at The Black Flame a little after nine parking in the back where the entrance to the second level was. Mark had decided he didn't want to waste time with the posers he said he'd rather spend the time with me. I certainly wasn't going to argue

I was wearing a similar out fit to what I had on earlier except this one was sleeveless to completely flaunt my Medusa tattoo, and was blood red rather than black. Mark was wearing a pair of tight black jeans that left nothing to the imagination, and a vest that consisted of two pieces of leather that was held together with a series of chains that crossed his back and chest. The vest left his chest and stomach open, and most of his back, showing off his massive baphomet tattoo.

The club was packed and most of the people there were in costume. I followed Mark, shaking my head at the reaction that he got from the women. I consider myself at this point in my life a confident woman. I'm attractive, sexy and know it. It's not arrogance it's a simple fact. Because I know it, men will react a certain way to me and I get more than my share of looks. Mark on the other hand went beyond that my bother has more than just confidence he has charisma, an almost tangible aura about him that attracts the opposite sex.

Everywhere he walked there wasn't a woman whose head didn't turn. At least a half dozen came up and started talking to him, even with me standing right ther,e and one adorable little redhead, who was wearing a collar, clipped her leash to I,t and handing it to him got on her knees in front of him. Mark pulled her up, and after thanking her for her offer sent her on her way. I also became aware of the opposite reaction from the men. Most of them were shooting my brother dirty looks as he made his way through the crowd and the women fawned all over him.

There was a live band that was playing some type of slow grinding alternative music I wasn't sure what it was but the beat was slow and sexy, and taking my brothers hand we went out to the dance floor. I put my back to Mark, and as his arms encircled my waist began to grind my ass into his cock as we worked our hips to the beat. Mark's hands began to wander first caressing my soft exposed stomach then sliding up, and in full view of everyone fondling my tits through my shirt. I moaned and reaching back over my head and pulling Mark's head down tossed my hair to the side and turned my head, allowing him to begin to kiss my neck.

Once again I reveled in the fact that we could do this here. Right out in public bumping and grinding and fondling each other. A lot of people were watching us, and I knew were getting turned on, especially when Mark slid his hand down the front of my skirt and getting his fingers into my thong stroked my clit. As I moaned and pumped my hips into his hand I wondered how many of those people would be turned on if they knew we were brother and sister.

Mark's other hand slid up under my shirt and pinched my nipple. My breathing became heavier as his fingers caressed my clit. As we turned on the dance floor we found ourselves facing two young women who were dancing in the same manner we were; one behind the other with the one in front having her nipples played with. The girl getting fondled was a gorgeous blond wearing a mesh shirt with the nipples cut out and a silver hoop dangling from each one of them.

The blonde's eyes were closed, and her lips parted as her girlfriend; a tall brunette wearing a leather dress continued to fondle her nipples. The brunette whispered something, and opening her eyes the blond looked over at us. We were a few feet apart but as I watched they started dancing closer to us.

"Wanna play?" Mark whispered in my ear.

"Oh yes," I answered, then moaned as his fingers danced faster across my clit.

Mark worked us closer and within seconds I was face to face with the blond. With no hesitation she leaned over, her head tilted to the side. I parted my lips and met her halfway kissing her softly. A moment later I felt a hand slide up my shirt and as I opened my eyes I saw that the brunette had let go of her girl friends tits and was going for mine. I didn't mind, but feeling bad that the blond was now being neglected, I brought my hands up and started teasing her nipples with my fingernails.

She kissed me again, this time our mouths opened and our tongues began to play while we moaned in pleasure. I could feel Mark's hard cock pushing into my ass, and his fingers had pinched my clit between them twisting it back and forth. I moaned louder and dropping my head from the blonds lips bent my head, and took her nipple in my mouth. Her girlfriend started playing with her other nipple while her other hand was busy with my left one. Mark had my right, and I could feel the orgasm building.

The blond was whimpering to cum, and noticing that no one was paying attention to her pussy I reached down, and lifting her skirt I leaned back into Mark and lifting my leg put me knee between her legs. I moaned, as she wasn't wearing panties and I could feel her wet smooth pussy on my knee. Immediately she began grinding her hips, riding my knee while I sucked on her tit. Mark suddenly twisted the barbell in my nipple, and I came squealing right there on the dance floor with a woman whose name I didn't even know's tit in my mouth, while her girlfriend played with mine.

The blonde through her head back and let out an adorable little whimper as her thighs squeezed around my leg, and she came bumping and grinding on me. 

"Oh damn!" The blonde moaned, and her girlfriend laughed.

I smiled at her, and then pulling Mark's hand from between my legs held it out to her girlfriend, who with no hesitation sucked my brother's fingers into her mouth. The blonde stepped away and her girlfriend came up to me and leaning forward over my shoulder kissed Mark. I turned away and let her step into my brother, and watched as they kissed. Mark's hands slid up her shirt and she moaned, then dropping her hand into his crotch her eyes widened and she let out a gasp.

Mark grabbed her hips, and turning her, ground his cock into her ass. I smiled at the look on her face. She turned to him and pointed over to a door that I knew led to several private rooms that people fucked in all night. Mark shook his head. The brunette opened her mouth, and seductively wiggled her tongue at him, but Mark shook his head again. 

Looking a little put off the brunette collected her girlfriend, and taking her by the hand led her away. I realized we hadn't said a word to each other the entire time.

'You could have." I told him. I don't know how happy I would have been with it but he had let me play.

"Nah," Mark said. Then looking at me said; "I'll have my fun later."

We turned to walk off the dance floor, and looked up as the band suddenly stopped playing and several people started talking and pointing. I looked over to the entrance way of the room and saw Abigail Lefay enter the room.

If my brother had charisma, then what Abigail had was pure magic. A hush fell over the entire crowd as she walked through the door way. Part of this was her appearance. Abigail was tall, with long curly black hair that reached her waist. Like myself, her complexion was ghostly white, where I was attractive however, Abigail was breath taking. I have to say I don't think I'd ever seen a more beautiful woman, and it wasn't just her looks, she had an air about her as if she were royalty and in this type of crowd she was. 

Abigail was not only the owner of the club, but a practicing witch as well as one of the most feared Dominatrix's that had ever picked up a whip. There was a rumor that men had paid up to $25,000 for an hour's session with her to get nothing but abused. Abigail Lefay's nick name was "The Unattainable" as she had not been with a man in over ten years. I knew for a fact that it was a different story with women, as she had a taste for sweet young girls, and also had a live in girlfriend, but supposedly she had decided there was not a man worthy of her. My brother had told me he had been after her for years and hadn't even come close.

As Abigail made her way through the crowd people cleared a path, some people were obviously afraid of her and stepped way back. Other',s men and women alike bowed to her. Abigail herself showed no reaction to anyone as if she were alone in the room. Her features although beautiful were disturbingly cold and immobile, as if she were a porcelain doll. Part of this I knew was an act. I had dealt with Abigail many times about displaying my paintings, and found she could be quite pleasant but then again she also knew me through my brother, which might have made a difference there.

Abigail also dressed the part; wearing a long flowing black and red robe which displayed none of what I knew to be an amazing figure. Abigail's head finally turned, and seeing us she came over to where we were standing and flashed us a surprisingly pretty smile.

"Why hello Megan," She said to me. "I'm glad you made it tonight" She looked me up and down.

"You look ravishing."

"Thank you" I told her.

Abigail leaned forward, and I went to kiss her on the cheek, however Abigail caught me off guard and met my lips. I was startled but didn't pull away. I was expecting a quick peck but instead Abigail's soft lips pushed against mine, and turned it into a lingering kiss. I returned it, our lips sliding across each other's, and I was surprised yet again to feel her tongue push into my mouth. 

Abigail broke the kiss and said;

"Very nice."

Looking past me she smiled again.

'Ahhh Mark, it's been far too long since you've been here." She looked him up and down. "I'd say you look amazing but you already know that don't you."

Instead Of answering Mark dropped to his knees and putting his head down kissed the tops of Abigail's bare feet. He stayed there for a moment then looking up whispered;

"Good evening my mistress."

"At last a proper greeting." Abigail said, and laughed, once again it was a pleasant one which belied her appearance. "Rise." She said simply.

Mark stood up, and Abigail then kissed him the same way she kissed me. I noticed quite a few people were watching, and once again Mark was getting the look of death from most of the guys. Abigail stepped back from Mark and smiling asked;

"Are you ready my brother?"

"Of course." Mark answered.

"Are you sure?" She asked smirking. "You haven't done this in a few years."

"I'll be fine."

"I think you'll be very happy with my choice tonight my brother." Abigail smiled wickedly "Quite your taste."

With that she turned and looked at me.




Siblings with Benefits Samhain



"And what a lucky woman! I wasn't aware the two of you were lovers." She looked at both of us and said;

"Quiet a beautiful couple." She smiled strangely and added; "A very special couple. Perhaps you'll indulge me later Mark?"

Mark gave Abigail an odd look which she returned with a smirk.

"Whatever my mistress requires." He said bowing his head.

"I'll see the two of you downstairs then." 

"What was that all about?" I asked. 

Mark shrugged then looking at me said;

"Okay sis tonight's a big night and the rules don't apply, are you going to be okay with that?"

I looked at him and was surprised to find myself not upset at all about it. Tonight was a special night, and I already had a pretty good idea of what would be going on downstairs. I had no idea what Mark was going to do but I'm sure whatever it was he was going to put on a show. However I did tell him;

"Fine, whatever happens downstairs happens but you're coming home with me little brother."

"Of course, aren't we where we always end up anyways?"

We danced a few more times and then sat at the bar. I have to say it still seems kind of weird to be at a place like this and only be drinking coke, but no one could pay me enough to ever have another drink. Mark on the other hand was drinking like there was no tomorrow and as always I was amazed at his uncanny tolerance for alcohol. At ten of eleven I noticed a guy in black suit walking around and tapping people on their shoulders.

"It's time sis." Mark said smiling.

I could feel the excitement emanating from him in waves. The man in the suit approached us and nodding a greeting said in Latin;

"The mistress has invited you to the inner sanctum."

"We will be honored to attend." I said formally 

We went to the very back of the club, where two extremely well muscled men were standing. As we approached they looked at us, and Mark made some type of odd hand signal they both bowed, and one of them held open the door for us. The stairs led down to a small room where the man in the suit greeted us and handed us robes. There were different colored robes associated with rank. I was handed a black robe meaning I was a member of the group rather than an initiate, which wore white, Mark was handed the blood red robe of the hierarchy. Needless to say my brother had gone much deeper than I ever had as far as our beliefs went.

The man gestured towards another door, which when we entered was small room to change in. We both stripped naked, and after putting our clothes in a locker slipped on the robes. Mark came up behind me and putting his arms around my waist kissed my neck. I could feel his body trembling in excitement. 

We left the room and walked down a small hallway that ended in a black door. As soon as Mark opened it, I was struck by the smell of incense and a cloud smoke. We were now in the large main room of the basement, Abigail's sanctum, where she held mass every Friday night. The room was large, and contained a couple of dozen divans that were spread about one half of the room in a semi circle. The divans were cushioned and I felt myself getting worked up there was no doubt what would be going on here later.

As we walked further into the room I rubbed my hand across the top of one, and closed my eyes against the thought that they reminded me of the type of things that were in the back rooms of the strip clubs where I had done things that... I shook that thought away. As Mark dropped to one knee, and started whispering a quick Ave Satanna I looked around. The entire outer edge of the room was lined with candles and incense burners. 

In addition to the divans, the only other pieces of furniture were two large altars at the head of the room that were about ten feet apart. There were roughly thirty or so people in the room. There were mostly black robes but also quite a few white. The men and women who wore the whites were the initiates whose sole purpose was to please the higher members. I looked around and saw that most of the ones in white, male and female both were quite young and all looking a little nervous. 

Couldn't say I blamed them. I had been there before, and you never knew what you were going to get. Some members were patient and kind and looking to share the experience, some however were downright cruel. Because of my background of abuse the person who handled my initiation had made sure I was chosen by first a woman, whom I had no issues with, then my second and last time as an initiate I was given to an older man in his fifties who also knowing my story had been amazingly gentle with me.

The only red robes in the room were Abigail's, Mark's, and there was a tall red headed woman standing over in the corner. The man who had been wearing the suit earlier came in wearing a black robe, and asked every one of the ranking members to find a spot. I walked a few steps over to the left and sat on the edge of the divan. Next to me was a man named Bill who was a regular at the club, and who had bought one of my paintings, Bill was a good looking guy in his thirties who I had been interested in at one point until I found out he was gay.

As all the members found a seat the initiates kneeled in a semi circle behind us. Once everyone was sitting, I looked around and counted about fifteen members including myself. There looked to be a couple of more women than men and as I looked at the group I noticed that the two things everyone had in common were we all seemed to be thirties and older, as except for the initiates in the back there were no kids here, and of course everyone down to the last member was extremely attractive; even some of the members who appeared to be in their fifties still looked incredible.

Looking around, I also saw others looking as well. The robes were short, and I saw a few men as well as women looking at my long legs. I laughed to myself as I realized everyone was trying to scope out someone who they may be interested in later. There was at least one initiate for every member but I had been at a couple of these where people would begin to stray and hook up as well as become involved with multiple partners. 

I had never gone that far, and only once had even gone with a male partner. I usually sought out women. The rules were the initiates had no say in who they were taken by, although they could approach a member if they did it respectfully enough, the members could interact freely with each other,and the wearer's of the red robes could pretty much do whatever the hell they wanted and could not be offered by anyone even a member.

I noticed Mark hadn't found a spot, instead he had walked over near the front of the room and was standing near one of the altars. The lights went out leaving the room aglow in only the candle light, and as I sat with goose bumps beginning to run down my arms Abigail dressed in her red robe, her long dark hair flowing behind her made her way up to stand between the altars and began addressing us in Latin;

"Brothers and Sisters. I welcome you to a very special night. Tonight there will not only be the ritual of Samhain, but we will have another more free spirited celebration afterwards. For those of you who have attended before welcome back, for those of you here for the first time I hope it will not be your last."

Abigail raised her hands and led the group in the Ave satana, then introduced the woman with the red hair as a high priestess named Katrina from California, who Abigail had invited to run this portion of the ceremony. As I sat looking around Katarina performed the ritual of Samhain; calling upon the four elements and closing the room in a circle, she then invited the spirits of the dead to come and partake in the ceremony with us. Anyone who wanted to wrote down a goal or a wish, and walking to the center of the room held it out to Abigail, who burned one end of it and then had the person drop it in a metal pot in front of her.

I wrote down the wish to stay sober, as well as one for the continued rebuilding of my relationship with those I had hurt and also threw in one for further success in my career. As I stood in the center of the room, I saw my brother over in the corner staring off into space, and not for the first time wondered where the hell he went when he did that. As I made my way back to my seat I couldn't help but sneak a look at some of the initiates.

There was an absolutely adorable little blue eyed blond, who looked so nervous her bottom lip was all but trembling. I hoped for her sake she got someone decent. Hell I would be willing to take one for the team and be nice to her. As I sat, I pictured that pouty little face between my thighs nervously licking my pussy. I pushed that thought away, and concentrated on the ritual, the man who had been in the suit went around and lit every ones candles, and we all stood as the Katrina invoked the spirits to bless us all with their bounty.

The priestess then closed the Circle, and although it wasn't part of it led us in the "Inno a Satanna a long 30 stanza poem that she sang in an eerily sweet choir like voice. When she had finished, we all bowed to her, and Abigail came back to the center. She thanked her sister from the west, and then told us it was now time for the second half of this special night. 

Tonight Abigail was going to invoke the ritual of the beast; a sex magic ritual where we would celebrate not only our sexuality but the freedom of constraint, where we would eschew what mans and Gods laws forbid. The ritual was about more than sex it was about letting go of all inhibitions, and enjoying the pleasures of the flesh with our brothers and sisters as we were meant to.

Abigail then turned, and after a gesture, two men from the front came over and kneeled in front of the altar. Using their legs as steps Abigail got up onto the altar, and after staring at the crowd undid her robe and dropped it to the floor. There were a few low gasps throughout the crowd as part of Abigail's mystique was that she very rarely ever wore anything that was even revealing let alone appear totally naked. Not that I was complaining as Abigail naked was quite a treat indeed. 

Abigail's lush curvy body featured a pair of beautiful tits which despite their size stood up very well, her hips flared out a little bit giving her a classic hour glass shape and her extremely long legs were as well shaped as my own. As we all stared, Abigail raised her arms over her head taking her hair up with them, and slowly turned giving everyone a view of her perfectly rounded ass as well as the enormous tattoo of a crow that covered almost her entire back.

Abigail completed her turn then spoke;

"I stand before you completely unashamed in my nakedness. After all why should I be ashamed? I am an attractive woman, an object of desire, I have been given this beautiful form why should I not enjoy it, or let others enjoy it? Man's laws would call me wanton, a shameless whore, yet that same man would break the sacred vows of his marriage for so much as ten minutes with this body. No my children we are not hypocrites, we are not ashamed, we revel in our beauty do we not?"

Abigail stopped and after looking around kept speaking;

"Rather than continue on this I will let our next very special guest this evening expound more on that subject, as vanity is a way of life for him." 

Abigail smiled as she said this, and several chuckles came from some of the members who knew Mark, and had seen him lurking in the corner. As she said it I glanced over at Mark who puckered his lips at Abigail as if kissing her.

"Not only will our honored guest be speaking to us tonight on the subject of freedom, but he will also be performing along with myself our version of the ritual of the beast a ritual we have not fully consummated here in quite some time."

There were some excited murmurs through the crowd and I laughed as next to me Billy muttered;

"If you're into that whole hetero thing."

Abigail smiled;

"Ahh, that's right some of you remember the last time. Now on that note before I bring up our esteemed gues, let us first meet the other participant of our special evening."

Abigail pointed towards the back. There was another murmur and turning to my right I saw the man who had led us downstairs walk over to the initiates, where reaching down he took the hand of the adorably nervous blonde, and pulling her to her feet took her hand, and started leading her to the front. I felt my pussy start to heat up as they walked past me, and I saw that her lip was trembling the poor thing was truly scared, and she had every right to be as I now realized she was to be offered to my brother.

As they passed Billy looked over at me.

"Perfect is she not?" He asked in Latin, the only language allowed to be spoken in this room.

"Absolutely." I whispered.

"Just turned 18 last week and is as pure as the first winter snow," Billy smiled. "A rare find these days."

"She looks scared." I pointed out.

In addition to being a member of the club, Billy was Abigail's accountant, and knew her quite well on a personal level ,so was privy to quite a bit of inside information

.

"She's not really into the cult, she applied for a job, and obviously was to sweet to work here, but she caught Abigail's eye for obvious reasons, and when she found out she was cherry made her quite the deal."

"Deal?" I asked.

"Ten thousand dollars to go through with this," Billy shrugged. "Not bad if you ask me. I mean memorize a few lines in Latin have some public sex I'd say its win win."

I laughed at him.

"Not a very romantic first time."

"No my dear but a memorable one I'm sure."

The man led the blond to the edge of the front row of seats, and after kissing her on each cheek let her go. The girl approached the high altar where Abigail stood and leaning over kissed both of her feet. Abigail then addressed the girl asking her first name and how old she was. The age had nothing to do with the ritual it was to get a rise so to speak from the crowd. If her answer of 18 didn't get that reaction the next question of had she ever been bedded by a man was sure to, as she answered no.

Abigail asked her if she approached this altar of her own free will, and if she was willing to give her body in the name of her mistress. After the young girl answered yes to both, Abigail nodded to Katrina, who approaching the girl from behind gently grabbed her by the shoulders. After turning her to face us the priestess reached around the girl and after slowly untying her robe slipped it off of her shoulders and stepped back.

The crowd murmured its approval and my pussy agreed. The girl was absolutely perfect, her tits were a little on the smallish side but perfectly shaped with pale pink nipples that turned up at the cutest angle, a patch of golden hair was visible between her thighs, and her navel was pierced and through it ran a thin gold chain that encircled her waist. Most precious of all was the look of embarrassment on her face as including initiates over two dozen people stared at her naked body.

"Is she not perfect my brothers and sisters?"

"Yes mistress." We answered in unison.

At a nod from Abigail, Katrina led the girl over to the other altar. Immediately two men from the front approached and as they had done for Abigail knelt and let her step on their knees to step up onto the altar. Once up there the girl, as Abigail had done lifted her long blond hair and turned slowly in a circle exposing her adorable little heart shaped ass. As much as I was enjoying looking at her I couldn't help but turn to check on Mark.

My brother certainly wasn't day dreaming at this point. I watched feeling my breath pick up as Mark was staring at the girl with an undisguised look of pure lust. I let my breath out at the thought of my brother's enormous cock being the first one that girl was going to feel. I found myself wondering if Mark would try to be gentle or if he would tear into her. As I looked around the room I'm sure there were people who hoped for either. I think that I must be getting soft as personally as much as I would love to hear those squeals I knew firsthand how my brother was capable of tearing into a woman. I looked back at the poor little thing and hoped Mark would restrain himself.

Finishing her turn the girl knelt at the edge of the alta,r and with that precious little pout bowed her head demurely staring down at her hands which rested on her knees. Abigail looked over at her then at Mark who was still staring directly at the girl. Mark looked like a starving dog that someone had just out a steak in front of. I saw Abigail smile, then she turned and once again addressed us;

"Now my brothers and sisters, let me bring out our guest of honor. To those members who have been coming here long enough you know this man, and know you will be in for an experience. If you have never met my dark brother from the east, then tonight will be one that you will not soon forget. This man is the embodiment of everything we believe in and soon you will see why."

Abigail turned and gestured towards my brother.

"We do not use our names here so let me introduce him by a nick name that many of you have come to know him by; Brothers and Sisters I give you my beautiful brother from the east, The Dark Prince."

Mark left his corner, and walked slowly across the front of the room. His eyes were focused solely on Abigail as he approached her altar. Stopping in front of it Mark turned and bowed formally to us then turning to his left took Katrina's hand and brought it to his lips. She gave him a slight curtsy pulling her robe up, and giving us just the briefest glimpse of fiery red patch of hair between her legs.

My brother turned to Abigail, and leaning over the altar once again kissed the top of her feet. Abigail crouched down in front of him, as she did her legs spread leaving her pussy wide open less than a foot from my brother's face. Abigail reached out and lightly ran her long black finger nails down his cheek. After whispering something to him, she stood back up, and Mark walked over to the second altar. 

The blond whose name was Rebecca was kneeling on the left edge of it, and Mark stopped and reaching out gently took her chin in his hand, and lifted her head so she could look at him. Mark said something quietly to her, and after taking a minute to run his hand through one side of her long blond hair walked to the other side of the altar.

The two men began to come forwards but Mark waved them away. Mark approached the altar which came up to his waist, and without warning bent his legs halfway, and jumped straight up onto the edge of the altar, at least a 3 foot vertical leap. Mark stepped to the middle of the altar and as he did Rebecca turned on her knees so she was now facing him rather than us. Once facing him however she put her head back down.

Mark took a deep breath and facing us gestured to Abigail;

"First my brothers and sisters let me ask you; is our mistress not perfect in every way?"

We all murmured our agreement, and Abigail nodded her head in appreciation. Her body was now covered in a sheen of sweat and I have to say she was damn near close to perfect. Speaking of sweat, I loosened my robe a little as between the candles and smoke the heat was becoming oppressive. Mark bowed again to Abigail then putting his hands out addressed the group;

"First let me say what an honor it is to be here with you on this most holy of nights, I thank you all for allowing me the privilege of celebrating here amongst you." 

Mark bowed to us once more then began his speech;

"Going back to what our dark Mistress was saying before she brought me up here, I agree whole heartedly that we should never be ashamed of what we are, that we should never listen to those who would condemn us for simply enjoying the gifts that we were given. I look around this room my brothers and sisters and do you know what I see?"




Siblings with Benefits Samhain



Mark spread his arms out wide to indicate all of us.

"I see the best the world has to offer, I see beauty, success, power and all the privilege that comes with it. I see the elite, the cream that rises above the banality of the common man. Everyone in this room excels at what they do, and why is that? Because we my brothers and sisters quite simply put; are better than the rest."

I smiled as I had heard all this before, but for the first time in my life felt it applied to me. I was beautiful, talented and recently successful I was far from arrogant however, as if I was perfect I would not have spent years battling addiction, but I no longer felt like I was less than anyone else, as I did in those dark days.

"Arrogant?" Mark asked. "Narcissistic? Better than? Is that how I sound? Some would tell you that. Of course those who would use those words are the commoners, the lemmings, the people who because they are so far from perfect they have to try to justify their own meaningless existence by trying to say that it is us that is wrong; that it's a sin to take pride in what we are."

Mark shook his head disgustedly before he continued;

"Man's laws, Gods rules." He snorted. "Laws created to maintain a balance, to keep those of us who are superior lumped in with the herd. We are told to reign in what we are so that those less than us will not feel that they are less than. Well brothers and sisters we know differently don't we? Pride..."

Mark sneered the word, and then laughed;

"They say it's a deadly sin. No my friends denial is a sin, and those who deny greatness are the true sinners. To keep this short and use a modern term these people are haters. They hate us because they know were better and they are jealous. I am not supposed to take pride in my appearance because they don't look like me. I should hold back at work so my inferior co-workers look less inferior."

Mark sighed for dramatic effect and shook his head before continuing;

"Beauty is skin deep?" He laughed. "Ugly people tell us that."

Several people laughed at that one.

"All men are created equal?" He shook his head. "Under achievers came up with that one."

"And guys with small cocks." A woman in front of me said loudly.

"It's not whether you win or lose it's...." 

Mark trailed off and with a wave of his hand began to head for his finish.

"Anyway enough of what they are. Now I will discuss what we are. What I am."

Mark once again put his arms out.

"I am a true child of levay. I am the best of the best. I am beautiful, powerful and successful, I ignore mans laws and practice my own. I live for indulgence over abstinence; I embrace each and every pleasure of the flesh and live each day as if it's my last because one day it will be. And when that day comes I will not be one of those who had wished he had lived to the fullest because I do that every day."

Mark flashed that killer smile and continued;

"I am the true alpha, the wolf amongst sheep," He winked. "Every father's nightmare, every house wife's fantasy," Mark paused and looking around added the catch phrase he had been using for years;

"Every woman wants me every man wants to be me."

Several people clapped as he went silent taking in the room.

"And that my esteemed brethren, goes for all of you as well. Even you initiates in the back. Look at yourselves; young and beautiful with your lives ahead of you. You're at the bottom now, but pay heed and stay true to yourselves and it will be you in these colors someday; the world at you feet."

Mark smiled again and turning reached down and once again lifted Rebecca's head up to face us;

"Look at this beautiful flower before me. With this face and this body and some confidence is there a door that would ever be closed to her.?"

Mark let her head go and flashed that cocky smirk of his;

"In the end my brothers and sisters, if you've got it, flaunt it."

On that note, and with a flourish Mark whipped his robe off, and tossing it to the side put his arms out and presented himself to the crowd. There were several gasps and quite a few sounds of appreciation especially from the women, although Bill did look at me and say;

"Oh you lucky bitch!"

Not that I hadn't seen my brothers naked body thousands of times over the years, but I have to say in this setting, and in full view of close to thirty people it was still quite a site. Mark had been sweating under the robe, and his muscular chest and perfect six pack stomach were glistening with it. Due to the years of karate even my brother's thighs were heavily muscled, and between those thighs was that enormous and of course fully erect cock.

As much as I enjoyed the view it was one I would see all weekend, and I started looking around getting a thrill out of the looks of absolute lust on the face of every woman in the room. To her credit Abigail still maintained that look of total indifference, however Katrina, despite her rank and her own air of authority was looking at my brother with an expression of naked desire. My pussy began to drip as I knew that she would be going after him at some point tonight.

Even better than the looks of lust, was the look of complete fear on the face of Rebecca, who had looked up as he had thrown off the robe. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in what I'm sure was a whimper that I would have given anything to hear. Like Abigail, Mark turned exposing his muscular ass and that powerful back that of course was covered with the enormous tattoo of the Baphomet, the symbol of our beliefs.

As he kept his back to us Mark brought his arms up flexing his muscles, and showing off his other huge tattoos. Mark turned back to face us, and the first thing my eyes were drawn back to was that huge and still rock hard cock. At this point in time I would think that more than ever Mark's motto would hold true. Mark bowed to us then straightening turned to Abigail who did give him a good long look up and down before smiling and gesturing to him asked;

"Is he not beautiful my brothers and sisters?"

"Yes my mistress." Was the unified response.

"Now my children," Abigail began. "The part of the evening I know you have all been waiting for." She looked over at Mark;

"Are you ready my brother?"

"He looks ready." Billy said next to me. Then added; "Oh that poor girl."

Mark told Abigail he was and as she nodded Mark got down on one knee his head down. Katrina came over to Abigail and handed her several finger cymbals that she slid on. The two men who had helped her up to the altar reached under their seats and pulling out small drums began to tap out a rapid beat. Abigail started chanting in a language that I had never heard before, and then began to slowly sway back and forth then raising her hands over her head began to dance seductively. 

Everyone in the room watched in awe as her perfect body swayed to the beat. This was a woman who held herself so high above everyone around her that for the most part it was hard to even see her as a sexual being anymore, but at the moment there wasn't a soft cock or dry pussy in the room as she gyrated faster and faster on the altar. Her fingers were clicking out a matching beat with the cymbals and her chanting had changed to a song I had never heard her sing before and her voice was clear and powerful.

Still singing Abigail put her arms out, and began spinning wildly in circles her head thrown back and her long black hair flowing around her. I felt goose bumps begin to rise on my arms a feeling of electricity seemed to be in the air and it was getting stronger as if Abigail's song was driving it. Abigail through herself into one more wild spin and as she came around she bent her knees going lower and lower until she ended up down on the altar on her hands and knees facing Mark.

Abigail slowly stood up and raising her arms over her head started chanting again. She shouted out something and pointed at Mark who stood up and also raising his arms up began barking out words in the same language that Abigail was using. Mark and Abigail were going back and forth with the chant as if conversing. After Abigail ended her last portion she gestured down at Katrina.

Katrina tossed her robe off to expose her own exquisite from, complete with small, but well shaped tits and that amazing red bush. Katrina crawled up onto the altar and kissed Abigail's feet before standing up, and getting behind her, reached around and began fondling Abigail's tits. After a moment Katrina's right hand slid down Abigail's stomach, and dipped between her thighs. I felt my own hand begin to stray towards my pussy as I could tell by the motion of Katrina's wrist that she was fingering Abigail.

Abigail's chanting never broke stride although she was getting louder. Katrina's other hand was fondling Abigail's breasts sliding back and forth between them, and she was rubbing her own nipples across Abigail's sweat covered back. Finally Abigail shouted out something that sounded like a command, and dropping his arms Mark stepped up to Rebecca.

Mark spoke to her and Rebecca looked up. My brothers dripping cock was directly in her face, and with a trembling hand Rebecca reached up, and grabbing it began to slowly stroke it. Mark said something to her, and she looked up at him her lip was pushed out in a perfect little pout, and I saw her swallow hard. The poor thing really was scared. Mark spoke again, and taking a deep breath Rebecca opened her mouth and slowly started to suck on my brother's cock.

It was obvious she had no real experience, she was only taking it in just passed the head, and her hand and mouth were moving at different speeds. Mark had started to chant then stopping he looked back down at her, and reaching down grabbed the top of her head. I braced myself ready for him to drive his cock into her throat but instead, holding the back of her head he started moving it back and forth onto his cock, each push his cock went further into her completely wide open mouth.

Mark took his time, and after several more times she was taking him about two thirds of the way down. Looking around I saw some people nodding as if approving of the fact he was being gentle, but I could see others had wanted him to force it down her throat. Once Rebecca started moving her head faster Mark removed his hand from her head, and grabbing her wrists placed her hands on his hips so she was using only her mouth.

Abigail had been chanting while this was going on, but as I watched pulled away from Katrina and still chanting pointed at the altar. Katrina dropped to her knees, and I let out a soft moan as walking up to her Abigail put her foot up on her shoulder, and wasting no time Katrina leaned forward, and angling her head started to lick Abigail's pussy. I heard a few moans coming from all around me as Katrina wrapped her arms around Abigail's thighs, and started licking her pussy as if it were the best thing she had ever tasted.

Abigail stopped chanting, and pointed to Mark who raising his arms over his head lifted his head up to the ceiling and started chanting as well. Like Abigail Mark's voice didn't falter at all. Every word was coming out crystal clear even though there was a beautiful 18 years old girl on her knees blowing him. Mark's going easy with her had given Rebecca some confidence and she was taking him in farther while sucking faster.

Mark brought his hands down, and still chanting he reached dow, and gave Rebecca's nipples a light pinch. Her head jerked back but she immediately went back to sucking on him. Mark placed his hands on her head and said something. Rebecca stopped moving her head, and stayed still as Mark started slowly face fucking her. Once again I saw the mixed reactions from the people around me. I also noticed the woman next to me; a tall blond had her robe open and was playing with herself. I thought about offering to help but remembered that no one could touch anyone else until the ritual ended.

My attention returned back to the stage, and I immediately forgot all about the woman next to me. Katrina was not only sucking on Abigail's clit, but had her fingers up inside of her pussy as well. Abigail's hips were beginning to rock back and forth, and I could see the leg she was balanced on begin to shake. Abigail was still chantin, but her voice was starting to rise and fall. Abigail's eyes were closed and she appeared to be concentrating now trying to maintain her voice. 

Sensing movement from the other side of the show I looked over to see Mark pull his cock from Rebecca's mouth. Mark took a couple of steps back, and gestured for Rebecca to follow. Obediently, on her hands and knees Rebecca crawled towards my brother, and when he told her to stop she went back to her knees. Mark leaned over and pushed her shoulder, taking her cue Rebecca lied down on her back. Mark stepped over her until his legs were straddling her hips then dropping down to his hands and knees stopped with his cock inches from her mouth.

Rebecca opened wide, and my brother started dipping his cock in and out of her mouth. After several pumps Mark straightened his legs and getting up on his arms began doing pushups into her face. The woman next to me began moaning and I saw another woman down near the front throw her leg up over the arm of her divan, and start playing with herself as well. Unable to hold back I spread my legs and dipping two fingers down between my lips, quickly found my clit. Mark looked incredible; the sweat slicked muscles of his arms were bulging as he pumped himself up and down into Rebecca's mouth. Rebecca's eyes were wide open, and I could tell she was afraid he was going to gag her. Mark said something and she brought her hands up and started playing with her nipples.

All this time Mark had not missed a beat chanting. As Mark continued to face fuck Rebecca on the altar, he was staring across from him at Abigail. I followed his gaze, and as I started watching Abigail again I knew that there was noting that my brother could do that was going to make me or anyone else look back at him because of what was happening on the other altar.

Abigail Lefay was going to cum. Right here in full view of all of us. Katrina's fingers were pumping rapidly in and out of her pussy, and she had switched from licking Abigail's pussy to sucking her clit in and out of her mouth. My fingers blurred across my clit as I watched the incredible sight before me; Abigail was drenched in sweat her long dark hair clinging to her face and back, the leg she was balanced on was shaking so badly, that if Katrina hadn't had her arms wrapped around her thigh she might fall.

Katrina herself was a sight as well her red hair also plastered to her skin and her face glistening from Abigail's smooth wet pussy. The look on her face was the real treat however; Katrina was going to make Abigail cum, right in her face and in front of everyone. I had no doubt that all night long people would be lining up to kiss her just to try to taste Abigail. Mark had stopped chanting, and as Abigail took over her voice all but sent me over the edge.

Abigail's voice was trembling badly, and her hips were beginning to buck faster and faster into Katrina's pussy soaked face. A hush fell over the room as Abigail's voice rose, and feel you could hear the impending orgasm in her voice, and there was a look of desperation in her face as she tried to stave off the orgasm long enough to finish the song. Apparently Billy knew the ritual because I heard him whisper;

"Come on Abigail one more verse, you can do it."

Abigail lifted her head up,and cried out the last few words, on the last one which apparently was meant to be a long note she started off smooth then her voice began to waver. An air of expectancy hung over all of us as suddenly she stopped completely, then in what had to be the sexiest thing I had ever heard; Abigail Lefay whimpered-and yes that was the word-whimpered out a couple more words then with what looked like a supreme effort of concentration Abigail screamed out one more word then lifting her head up howled like an animal.

The scream sent shivers through me and I'm sure everyone else in the room. I mean I'm a screamer in bed, but never in my life had I ever heard anything like this. This was beyond a sound of pleasure it was primal, between the power of the ritual and the strength of the orgasm Abigail was beyond caring about what she sounded like, the initial howl was followed by another long loud scream that ended in a series of sharp gasps, which sounded like hiccups. 

Those little sounds were more than I could handle, and I went off hard and loud, my own scream piercing the air and causing several people to turn and look at me. I knew they watching but didn't care I kept stroking my clit and whimpering, as the power of my own orgasm flowed through me. After one last whimper I slumped back into my seat panting but my eyes still glued to the show on the altar;

Katrina had wrapped her arms around Abigail's waist, and was still pressing her face into her wildly gyrating pussy. With one more sharp gasp Abigail slowly slid to her knees, and wrapped her arms around Katrina's shoulders. The two stayed embraced like that for several seconds then after Abigail kissed her on the lips, she stoo,d and after taking a wobbling step braced her hand on Katrina's shoulder, and raising her arms again went right back into her chant while looking across the altar.

Mark had stood and once again had Rebecca on her knees in front of him. Mark must have had to slow up, as at the moment she wasn't blowing him but was holding her tits together as he shoved his cock up between them when it reached her mouth she would flick her tongue out across the tip, and as I watched she must have caught Mark just right as his hips twitched suddenly. 

Abigail stopped chanting, and pointing at Mark said something. My brother nodded and stepping back to the edge of the alter spoke to Rebecca. The young girl had seemed to be getting over being nervous but as Mark spoke that look of fear crept back into her eyes and that precious lip started trembling again. The meaning was clear, it was time.

Rebecca lied down flat on her back, and slowly spread her legs open. Mark put his hands up and started chanting again. Like the women Mark was now drenched with sweat and he looked magnificent. Rebecca put her arms up over her head, and I could see her entire body shaking. Mark stood poised over her, his enormous cock now seeming more like a weapon than a part of his anatomy, as he started down at this young girl who had never been with a man before.

Mark barked out something then started to lean forward, no he was falling forward. Mark came straight down his arms out as if he were going to land on Rebecca. At the last minute his hands flashed downward, and he caught himself on his fingertips just over Rebecca who had turned her head and cried out. My brother's cock was poised inches from that beautiful golden patch of hair. Several people laughed a little nervously, and Mark had flashed Abigail an evil little smile.

Looking down at Rebecca, Mark spoke softly to her, and she nodded and closed her eyes. As I held my breath Mark lowered his cock and started to push it in. Rebecca groaned, and slid up on the altar a couple of inches. Mark pushed again and the groan turned to a whimper and once again she slid up away from him. Abigail said something, and getting down from the altar Katrina walked over and leaning over Rebecca's face kissed her ,and appeared to be trying to comfort her.

As she did Mark dipped his head and started tonguing one of her nipples. When Rebecca's mouth opened in a moan, Katrina kissed her again, and reaching out started playing with the other nipple as Mark worked the other one with his tongue. After a minute Katrina leaned back up and placed her hands on Rebecca's shoulders to hold her still. Mark pushed himself back over her, and once again poised his cock at the tip of her pussy. I found I was holding my breath and had the feeling I wasn't the only one.




Siblings with Benefits Samhain



Mark paused like that, I'm sure for dramatic effect, then said something to Katrina. Mark started to ease himself down again, and I saw Rebecca wince as he started to push into her. Suddenly Katrina grabbed the sides of Rebecca's head and quickly turned it so that she was facing us. At that moment with one smooth thrust, Mark drove the entire length of his huge cock into Rebecca's virgin pussy. Rebecca screamed in pain and surprise, as she did several murmurs went through the crowd including a male voice behind me saying;

"There you go that's what I came here for!"

I turned to see a large black man sitting behind me, when he saw me looking at him he smiled invitingly at me and winked. I smiled back but as I turned thought; not on a bet if that's what he was looking for then he could look past this girl.

Katrina was still holding Rebecca's head to the side so everyone in the room could see the look on her face. I have to say although I did feel for the poor little thing I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't turned on by what I was seeing. Rebecca's blue eyes were bulging, and her mouth was wide open as she let out another squeal when Mark slid himself all the way out and drove himself in again. Mark stayed buried deep inside of her, and moved his hips a little trying to get her used to it. Rebecca moaned and groaned as Mark started pumping himself in and out of her.

Mark was moving in a slow steady rhythm, and Rebecca yelped every time he pushed his way in. Katrina had let go of her head, and started stroking her nipple's again trying to make her feel good. Abigail barked something, and Katrina removed her hands and stepping back she grabbed Rebecca's wrists and held her arms to the table. As she did Abigail cried out to my brother;

"I want to hear her sing my brother!"

"Oh she's going to remember this." Billy said shaking his head.

At her command Mark's head snapped up, and I saw his face change. His eye's darkened and his lip curled up a bit. I found myself cringing back into the seat knowing what was coming. Mark pulled himself all the way out, then after a brief pause during which he winked at Abigail drove himself down into the Rebecca's pussy. Rebecca wailed in pain as this time Mark didn't hesitate; instead he started fucking the shit out of her, pulling himself out to the tip and then slamming back down into her.

The crowd was getting worked up, I could hear several women moaning, and I once again heard the guy behind me comment that. "That's how you show them." Rebecca's individual yelps of pain had turned into one long continuous wail, as my brother pounded the shit out of her. Rebecca's head turned to the side to face us, and I saw there were tears coming down her cheeks. Mark was looking straight down into her face, and I knew he was getting off on it. My brother had spent the last five years with a series of live in "pets" that ranged in ages from 18-20 and he lived for that first night that he "broke" them.

Mark slid back to rest on his knees, and grabbing Rebecca's ankles yanked her legs up in the air and started fucking the shit out of her like that. The continuous wail became another sharp scream as Mark pulled her legs up so that her ass left the altar,and he was fucking her even harder. Even though I had just cum I felt my pussy begin dripping again as I watched my brother tear into her. Mark's chest was dripping sweat and his hair was hanging in his face.

Abigail, who had been singing the entire time stepped off of the altar, and came around to stand behind my brother. As Mark continued to pound away on his wailing sacrifice Abigail reached around and began caressing Mark's chest, and stomach her long black nails trailing across his flesh. Mark leaned back and turned his head to look at her. To everyone's surprise Abigail kissed my brother, and not a quick one but a long passionate kiss.

That got the crowd going but not as much as Abigail's next move. Breaking the kiss Abigail slid her nails all the way up to Mark's nipples and after giving them a sudden savage twist raked her nails all the way down his chest and stomach. Mark cried out in surprise once from that, then again as still leaning over his shoulder, Abigail turned into him and bit his ear. Abigail stepped back, and coming back around reached out and after wiping some of the blood off of Mark's chest put her fingers in her mouth and started sucking on them, as she did her eyes rolled as if she were going to cum again.

The entire time Mark had kept fucking Rebecca who was simply lying there gasping as Mark's cock kept up its relentless assault on her pussy.

"I don't hear any singing!" Abigail called out smirking at my brother egging him on.

Mark lunged forward catching Rebecca's legs with his shoulders, and bending them back so that by the time he planted his hands on the altar by her head, her ankles were just about behind her ears. Mark reared bac,k and slammed himself into her, and she screamed in an even more high pitched tone than last time. Mark was using all the power in his hips driving his massive prick repeatedly into her abused pussy. As Mark kept fucking her Rebecca started crying out;

"Oh please! Oh it hurts oh please!!!" 

The crowd was beside themselves, everywhere I looked I saw looks of naked lust as this young girl cried out under my brother's assault. Abigail laughed wickedly, and coming up behind Katrina who was still holding Rebecca down pinched her nipples. Katrina didn't cry out instead she moaned ,and leaned back into Abigail. I saw Abigail start to talk in her ear then step back smiling. Katrina let go of Rebecca's hands, and I noticed the poor girl left them there. She was beyond moving, just lying there getting pounded and yelping;

"Oh no more oh oh please I can't oh!"

Katrina crawled up onto the altar, and as she did Mark leaned back letting Rebecca's legs drop limply down flat. Katrina stood up and stepped over Rebecca so that one leg was on each side of her. Mark went back up onto his knees pulling Rebecca up into him by her hips so he could keep pumping her. Like Abigail had done to her Katrina put her foot up on Mark's shoulder and leaning forward shoved her red bush into his face.

Mark slowed down his thrusts into Rebecca ,as he brought one of his arms up to wrap around Katrina's waist to help her stand. I was ready to play with myself again. I couldn't believe what I was seeing; my brother fucking an eighteen year old blond while sucking off another woman. Over the years I had watched my brother fuck many women, but nothing like this. Once again I could not believe his control. The crowd was getting more and more worked up especially as Katrina was not the silent type, and was moaning loudly as Mark's talented tongue worked her clit.

Katrina must have been pretty worked up-of course I would be too had I gone down on Abigail- as after only a few minutes her hips started rocking back and forth into Mark's face. Katrina tossed her head back; her sweat soaked red hair sticking to her back, and started moaning even louder. Mark moved his hand from her waist, and taking his hand he reached up between her legs from behind and taking his finger, drove it straight up Katrina's ass.

Katrina went off like a rocket. Screaming as loud as Abigail and grabbing a handful of Marks hair, Katrina held his head while she bucked wildly in his face. After one last pump of her hips Katrina stepped back from Mark, and after leaning over to kiss him hopped down from the altar. Mark was a mess at this point, his face soaked with both sweat and Katrina's cum, his chest was bleeding as was his ear and he was finally starting to breathe harder and faster. 

Underneath him Rebecca had finally stopped screaming. She wasn't even really whimpering at this point as a matter of fact it appeared that she was starting to enjoy it as the noises she was making sounded like adorable little moans. Oh to play with that little flower for a night I thought. Apparently Abigail preferred the screaming as she called out to Mark;

"One last song my dark prince?"

Mark pulled out of Rebecca, and before she could react grabbed her hips, and quickly flipping her over onto her stomach pulled her hips up so that she was on her knees.

"Oh yes!" The man cried out from behind me.

With no hesitation Mark drove his cock deep into Rebecca's incredibly small pussy. That angle which was far deeper than the other's elicited another loud scream from her. Mark was tired and I could tell he needed to finish, but was going to give Abigail her money's worth. Rearing back Mark began fucking the living shit out of Rebecca, he was slamming her so hard the sound of his hips hitting her ass was making loud slapping sounds that could be heard through the room.

Rebecca was absolutely wailing at this point. Mark had done it so she was facing us, and we could all see her eyes which looked ready to pop out of her head. Her mouth was wide open and she was screaming continuously now. As Mark banged away on her it became obvious he was close, his chest was heaving and he started gasping. Sensing the finish a couple of women in the front stood, soon everyone was standing and anxiously awaiting my brother's climax.

Mark didn't disappoint; reaching out he grabbed Rebecca's sweat soaked hair and pulled it back to keep her face up as he somehow found the strength to go even harder. As Rebecca wailed Abigail started chanting something, and I could feel the power in the room building again. After a couple of more pumps Mark yanked his cock out and throwing his head back let out a wolf like howl as he jerking his cock he shot a tremendous load of cum that hit Rebecca in the back of the head splattering in her hair.

The next spurts sprayed across her back and ass, for someone who had cum twice with his sister a few hours ago my brother was cumming as if he hadn't in a month. Finally with an audible sigh Mark slumped back onto his knees his head down, gasping for breath. Abigail came over and grabbing his hair lifted his face up, and after kissing him on the lips looked at us and declared;

" Once again is he not beautiful my brothers and sisters?"

Everyone in the room bowed to Mark, who was so tired he barely nodded his head in return. Abigail and Katrina stood in front of us, and raising their hands once again led us in a prayer. As I chanted I kept my eyes open, and smiled as I watched Mark with surprising gentleness lift Rebecca up into a sitting position on his lap and putting his arm around her shoulders kissed her on the cheek. I could see she was crying, Mark kissed one of the tears off her cheeks and started whispering in her ear.

I had no idea what he could possibly be telling her, but after a couple of minutes she stopped crying, and my brother taking her face in his hands gave her a long lingering kiss. When he broke the kiss Rebecca gave him a shy smile then kissed him. Mark smiled and said something to her and she laughed. At that point Abigail had finished chanting, and coming over also kissed her on the cheek and started talking to her. After a couple of minutes Rebecca kissed Mark again then slid off the altar where she was met by Katrina who helped her put her robe back on. Katrina then led her out towards the exi,t as they walked I noticed a lot of the members stopping her and kissing either her cheek or her hand and bowing to her.

I sighed and sat back down eagerly awaiting the rest of the night. After all I was horny and I'd be damned if my little brother was going to have all the fun. Several of the members were milling around, and I had thought of going up to Mark, but he was sitting on the altar talking to Abigail, he had put his robe back on, and was drinking from bottle of water. There were at least three female members standing over there all waiting to talk to him. For the first time tonight I felt a tinge of jealousy; exactly how many did he think he was going to play with?

Apparently I had no worries as Abigail turned, and gestured for them to go back to their seats. A few minutes later Katrina came back into the room alone, and walked back over with Abigail and Mark.

"So where's Rebecca?" I asked Billy, who had been staring at the initiates in the back.

"Your kidding right?" He asked looking at me. 

I shrugged at him.

"Her reward, besides her money of course will be the company of our esteemed mistress." He laughed. "Abigail can play queen of the damned all she likes but she is predictable and certainly couldn't resist that little piece of candy."

I was going to reply but was interrupted by Abigail telling us that the rest of the evening was free play, that we could stay out here or if anyone preferred there was suite of rooms on the second floor.

"I will bid you goodnight Megan." Billy said kissing me on the cheek.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

Billy sighed

"It's a double standard my dear no one really wants to see me indulge, so I am going to collect my prize and find a room, enjoy and be enjoyed my dear."

I watched Billy leave, and started looking around, the crowd had been pretty worked up and some people were already starting. The blonde to my left had immediately gone over to the man next to her, a tall well built guy with a shaved head and tattoo's that completely covered his upper body and after going down on him briefly had swung her leg over his and was riding him as he sucked on her tits. Down in front near the altar I saw a female initiate with long black hair on her knees being fucked doggy style while her face was buried between the legs of female member.

I was getting ready to turn to the back and look to see if any of the pretty young girls were still looking to please when a soft male voice speak up behind me;

"Good evening my Mistress, may I approach you?"

I turned around to see him standing there in his white robe with his head down staring at my feet. Very well trained I thought.

"You may look at me." I said softly.

He looked up and smiled shyly, and I felt my interest grow. He was blond with hazel eyes and was absolutely beautiful. He was a little taller than me and appeared to be solidly built. I had been thinking woman but...

"Allow me to properly greet you my mistress.' He said, and with that dropped to his knees and kissed the tops of my feet. 

Oh yeah I thought this is looking better by the minute and my rapidly moistening pussy was in agreement.

"I'm Jonathan." He said as he stood.

I nodded and said;

"Someone taught you well Jonathan."

"My mistress is to kind." He replied with a smile. Then putting his head back down said quietly

"And has my mistress chosen someone to please her this evening?"

"I have not actually." I replied smiling at him. Yes I have I thought of yes I have.

"I know I am far from worthy my mistress, but if you would grant me the privilege I would love the opportunity."

"Oh yeah?" I asked smiling playfully at him. "And where would you start?"

"Wherever you wish me to of course." He replied.

Under normal circumstances I would have played the game longer, but I need it and bad, besides I wanted to play, and then grab Mark so that we could have some time. Stepping back I raised my arms and waited. Stepping in Jonathan undid the tie to my robe, and slid it off of my shoulders. As it dropped to the floor he looked me up and down and whispered;

"My Mistress is quite desirable."

"Then make me feel that way." I told him.

Jonathan indicated the divan and asked;

"Will you sit my mistress?"

I sat down on the edge, and he immediately got to his knees, and leaning forward gently sucked my right tit into his mouth and started swirling his tongue around my nipple

.

"Hmmm nice start." I whispered.

Jonathan switched to the other nipple, then looking up asked me to lie back. I slid further up the divan, and lied back my head resting on the arm. I had chosen this position so I could watch most of the rest of the room while I played. Jonathan sat on the edge, and after kissing the side of my neck trailed his lips down to find my nipples once again. I sighed contentedly as while he sucked on one he played with the other.

Jonathan started sliding his tongue down my stomach, and I slowly opened my legs for him. He reached my thighs, and as I prepared for him to lick my attention starved clit I was surprised as he started going further down my leg. Jonathan slipped to his knees, and grabbing my right foot began licking and sucking my toes. The sight of his beautiful face down there was enough to really get my pussy flowing and it was all I could do not to tell him to just get up to my clit.

Instead I lied back ,and enjoyed watching him work the toes of my right foot then switch to my left. Jonathan than began to work his way back up my leg as he did I looked over to the front and started watching a young red head, who was kneeling between two men first sucking on one cock then switching to the other she appeared to be bouncing up and down. It took me a minute to realize she wasn't kneeling but riding a third man who was lying on his back that I hadn't seen right away from the angle I was at.

My attention went back to Jonathan, as I felt his tongue begin to trail up my thigh, and felt his hot breath on my pussy. I looked back down at him and asked;

"Why is your robe still on?"

"I'm sorry Mistress." He said nervously and quickly pulled his robe off.

I had chosen well. Jonathan had a lean muscular build and what had to be at least an eight inch cock that was standing at attention as I stared at it.

"Very nice." I told him. "You do a good job on my pussy you never know what you might get."

Jonathan smiled, and then leaning forward gently spread my lips and after blowing lightly on my clit started sliding his tongue up and down the length of my sopping wet pussy. I moaned softly then let out a little yip as he suddenly plunged his tongue inside of me.

"Ohh that's nice." I whispered.

As Jonathan started tongue fucking me I reached down, and grabbing a handful of his hair held his face still as I started rocking my hips back and forth in his face. He moaned and his tongue started moving faster across my pussy. Letting his hair go I leaned back and sighed, deciding to relax and enjoy his attention rather than rush things. Jonathan's tongue found my clit and started teasing around it in slow circles. I turned my head to the side as I heard someone to my left telling someone else to look up front.

I looked over and saw my brother sitting naked on the edge of the altar; kneeling between his legs and sucking his cock like it was the last one she'd ever suck was Katrina. I couldn't believe what I was seeing; this was a high priestess the type of woman who like Abigail was aloof to the point of apathy, but here was Katrina blowing my brother like a drunken girlfriend after the prom. As I watched I realized that drunk was really the right word, but it had nothing to do with alcohol, Katrina was drunk on lust, the entire room was.

Everywhere around me people were engaged in every sexual act imaginable and in every possible combination, directly in front of the altar where Katrina was sucking off my brothe, two women were on their hands and knees kissing each with a man behind them fucking them doggy style. Turning my head I saw the blond on my left had left the man she had been fucking, and was lying on her back in a 69 with a gorgeous young black girl. While I watched a tall man with long black hair and a cock that rivaled my brother's in size, came up behind the girl and with no hesitation grabbed her hips and drove his himself deep inside of her. After several pumps he pulled his cock out and pushed it down into the mouth of the blond who after sucking on it briefly went back to the young girl's pussy.

My eyes went back to Katrina sucking on my brother they were facing to the side, on purpose I'm sure, so everyone could watch her devouring my brother's cock. I moaned as between my legs Jonathan gently sucked my clit into his mouth. I looked back down at him between my legs, and reaching down spread my pussy open giving him better access to my clit, and I'm sure giving him a thrill as my long red nails framed my pretty little pussy. My other hand found my left nipple and started twisting the barbell back and forth just hard enough to stretch the sensitive skin and cause a delicious twinge of pain.




Siblings with Benefits Samhain



Jonathan slid his fingers up, and placing them at the edge of my pussy stopped and waited for permission. Which I was more than happy to give him;

"You may," I whispered softly then as he slid his fingers inside and started slowly working them in and out I breathed out; "Oh right there, nice and easy."

I started to breathe heavier as I watched Jonathan's tongue flicker across my clit, and began to rock my hips ever so slightly back and forth in his face. Jonathan made a soft sound of pleasure, excited that he was pleasing me, and deciding to give him a treat I dropped my feet off the edge of the divan, and putting them in his lap wrapped them around his hard cock. Jonathan moaned into my pussy as I started pumping my feet up and down the length of his shaft. I smiled as I felt the hand he was resting on my thigh start to tremble. Speaking of that hand;

"And why is it that you have an available hand, yet my nipple is being ignored Jonathan?"

"I am so sorry my mistress!" He exclaimed from between my legs.

Jonathan's hand immediately slid up to my right nipple, where he began to lightly play with it.

"I'll let it go, because up to this point you have been verrry good to me."

I purred out the last part and saw a slight smile play across his lips. If I had been in a different mood I would have shoved him away, and punished him for "an arrogant little smirk" but I was feeling playful and also felt an orgasm in my not too distant future. Instead I rewarded Jonathan's immediate effort by wrapping my toes around the tip of his dick and squeezing. He let out a gasp and I made a soft sound of my own as I felt my toes begin to get wet from his pre cum. I started sliding my feet up and down faster, jerking off his now slick cock with my sticky feet. 

Jonathan groaned into my pussy again, and I could feel his hips start to move back and forth into my feet. I could also feel him breathing harder into my pussy as he continued to swirl his tongue around my clit. Realizing I was getting him close I pulled my feet up from his cock and placed them on his shoulders.

"Easy, my pretty young thing," I told him. "If you cum now you can't have any fun later."

"Sorry mistress." He gasped out.

I smiled enjoying the total control I had over him, and deciding to play a little I took my right foot from his shoulder and after rubbing it on the side of his face said;

"You made a mess on my foot Jonathan."

With no hesitation he turned from my pussy and began licking his precum from the bottom of my foot. Oh did that look fucking hot! I let out long sigh, and putting my foot down gave him the other. More exciting than the feeling of him licking my foot was the look of absolute lust on his face as he swirled his tongue across my foot. Putting that foot down I told him;

"Jonathan, you've been a treat so far but your Mistress needs to come and quickly."

Without a word Jonathan dove back into my pussy with an eagerness that sent another gusher through my already sopping wet pussy. Jonathan started rapidly sucking my clit in and out of his mouth as his fingers pumped in and out harder than they were before. My thighs started to tremble, and I knew it wouldn't be long. I closed my eyes, and let my other senses take over, all around me were the sounds of sex; moans and cries of pleasure as well as the unmistakable sound of flesh pounding against flesh.

I breathed deeply, and took in the aroma of sex. Even over the incense it was over powering, over two dozen people fucking away in a frenzied celebration of carnal pleasure. Suddenly over the moaning and whimpering, a loud piercing scream was heard. I opened my eyes and turned my head back to the front and found the source of that scream;

Katrina was on her hands and knees on the altar, and my brother was behind her fucking the shit of her. As I watched Katrina opened her mouth, and let out another loud squeal. Katrina was facing the crowd and her green eyes were wide and she looked as if she were experiencing as much pain as she was pleasure. Mark leaned over and pushed her shoulders down forcing her ass up higher, Mark then pulled his cock almost all the way out and at that moment I realized that my brother was fucking her in the ass.

I let out a long shuddering moan at that mixed look of ecstasy and agony on Katrina's face as Mark grabbed her hips, and started thrusting in and out of her in a slow steady rhythm. Katrina let out another squeal after the first couple of pumps, but then wiggling her hips back into him and drawing her knees even further under her started moaning and gasping as she began to get used to it. I let out another moan of my own as watching this was starting to finish what Jonathan's young tongue and finger's had started.

I could feel the orgasm gaining strength, and arched my back in anticipation. At that moment I heard Abigail who was kneeling in front of the altar staring directly at Katrina call out;

"Sing for me my sister!"

After a brief look at Abigail Katrina looked her over her shoulder and said something to Mark, then turning back reached out and grabbed the edge of the altar. As soon as she had turned back Mark pulled out again, and after a brief pause drove his cock deep into Katrina's ass and after leaving it there for a second lifted her hips up and then started fucking the shit out of her.

Katrina raised her head and howled in pain as Mark tore into her ass. Well over ten inches of cock, and not only long but so thick my fingers barely fit around it, and he was slamming into her full force. Katrina's hands were white knuckled as she squeezed the edge of the altar and after briefly trying to hold back let out another long loud scream. 

That sent me over the edge, I wrapped my thighs around Jonathan's head, and twisting my nipple hard threw my head back and let out a loud howl of my own. I heard Jonathan moan into my pussy as he fought to keep his tongue on my clit while I bucked my hips wildly into his face. I screamed again, as while even as I came I couldn't take my eyes off of Katrina's pain wracked face. Katrina's screams were changing in pitch, and I could begin to hear an edge of pleasure in them.

I let out another loud cry then slumped back into the divan panting. Jonathan sat back on his knees, and once again had his head down. I took a minute to catch my breath which was hard because Katrina's howling still had me worked up. Getting an idea I sat up quickly and addressed Jonathan;

"I came very hard Jonathan."

"Thank you Mistress." He answered still with his head down.

"I would like to reward you Jonathan, would you like that?"

"Only if it pleases you to do so mistress."

"Oh you are a good boy!" I told him, then added; "Stand up."

Jonathan stood up, and was just the right height that his very impressive cock was directly in front of my face. I reached out, and wrapping my hand around it squeezed causing more precum to ooze from the tip. Jonathan's cock was more than impressive; it was beautiful, long thick and incredibly hard. Jonathan moaned as I started slowly jerking him off. I leaned over and blew lightly on the tip causing his hips to twitch.

"Be good," I said looking up at him. "I move, you don't understood?"

"Yes mistress." He breathed out.

I smiled, as I could see him trembling in anticipation. I playfully flicked my tongue across the tip of his cock; he moaned but stayed still.

"Good boy." I told him.

I could play like this all night but needed to be quick to give my brother a show, so after another flick of the tongue I opened wide and a sudden swoop took Jonathan's cock into my mouth taking him all the way down to the base of his shaft. Jonathan whimpered as I stayed there and swirled my tongue around his cock. Placing my hands on his hips I pulled back then began bobbing my head in a slow steady rhythm.

Jonathan was moaning, and I could feel his thighs shaking. His young cock was absolutely delicious and if I had more time I would love nothing more than to feel his hot cum in my mouth, but I could still hear Katrina's squeal's, and wanted to watch my brother watch me. Pulling his cock from my mouth I stood up and after kissing Jonathan lips so I could taste my pussy on him, turned around, and crawling up onto the divan, leaned over the arm putting my ass in the air. Turning to look over my shoulder I told him;

"Come claim your reward my beautiful Jonathan, but I warn you now, slow and easy as it is for my pleasure before yours."

"Of course my mistress." He whispered his eyes glues to my ass.

I watched as he came up behind me, and grabbing his cock guided it to my pussy and slid it in. His cock felt amazing as it entered my steaming pussy, and I let out a soft sigh as gently grabbing my hips he started to slowly fuck me; working his cock all the way out and then back with each stroke. I turned back to the front and looked up to watch the show on the altar.

Mark had slowed up some, but was still pounding Katrina's ass with long hard strokes Like Abigail earlier and Katrina now; my brother's face was consumed by lust, lust and power. I had no doubt the ritual had sparked something in Mark, as to be fucking this hard after the show with Rebecca was a feat even for him. Mark looked spectacular; every muscle in his upper body was bulging and covered with seat and his eyes were so bright they appeared to be glowing from within.

Katrina's face was dripping sweat and some of her long red hair was plastered to her cheeks, at this point she was no longer screaming, and the sounds she was making were those of pure pleasure as she had somehow gotten used to my brother's enormous prick slamming into her ass. I was staring straight at Mark waiting for him to look over at me. In the meantime Jonathan was once again following orders quite well as he was using long slow strokes that felt amazing. 

Although nowhere near the size of my brother, Jonathan was quite well hung, and he was making me feel every inch of it by moving that slowly. From the sounds behind me Jonathan was feeling every bit of it as well, I'm sure this was teasing the shit out of him, but for right now I needed him to go slow as I could tell by his reaction to my mouth, that if he sped up it would be over quickly.

Abigail, who was standing to the side of the altar walked over to the front facing Mark and Katrina, and called out;

"Are you each enjoying your reward my brother and sister?"

Mark looked up at her, and then looking past her saw me. I lifted my head up higher and smiled at him from across the room. Mark returned the smile and added a wink. Abigail turned to face the crowd and raising her arms yelled to all of us;

"Brothers and sisters! All of you who are playing, I want you to watch up front! I want you all to come together as closely as you can! Women play with yourselves, men pace yourselves! When my sister from the west comes you are all to follow!"

As soon as Abigail had said this I sensed movement all around me, as everyone who was fucking maneuvered into different positions. Using my left arm to lean on, I slid my hand back down between my legs, and started slowly rubbing my clit as Jonathan continued those incredible long hard strokes. On the next one my hand left my clit to dart back and grab his balls. Jonathan immediately stopped then groaned as I started teasing them with my fingernails. As much as I was enjoying playing with him I had to remove my hand due the way his cock began to twitch inside of me.

I switched my fingers back to my clit and then turned back to the front as Abigail once again was speaking. This time she had turned back to Mark and Katrina;

"My sister, show your brother's and sister's what a true climax sounds like, make them want to match you!"

Katrina went to slip her hand back to her pussy as I had done, but Abigail caught her hand and placing it back on the altar reached down herself between Katrina's legs and began playing with her pussy. Abigail turned to the side so we could all watch Katrina's face as Mark was fucking her and her mistress was pleasing her. Katrina was beside herself, this was a reward beyond her wildest imagination, not only being fucked by the guest of honor, but being brought to orgasm by the Abigail herself.

"My brother!" Abigail cried out to Mark. "Make my sister sing a final song for our audience!"

After a brief look at Abigail, Mark once again caught my eye, I opened my mouth and waggled my tongue provocatively at him. Mark gave me another wink then taking a deep breath pulled himself all the way out of Katrina's ass. Taking his huge cock he rubbed it along her ass and lower back letting us all see how big it was on her tiny ass, then placing it back at the edge of her ass, paused for effect before driving it back in so hard Katrina rocked forward on the altar, and would have slipped off if Abigail hadn't been in front of her.

Katrina once again started screaming as Mark started slamming his cock into her ass with everything he had behind it, and trust me I knew from experience that was a lot. Mark was pulling himself all the way out, and was not only driving all the way back in but was pushing and pulling on Katrina's hips to add to how hard he was thrusting into her. All around me I could hear the hard slapping sounds of flesh on flesh , and the moans were becoming louder and louder as everyone drove themselves to be ready when Katrina cut loose.

Turning to look over my shoulder I told Jonathan;

"Faster, my young stud, show me you have some control."

Jonathan picked up the pace, and I started moaning as he drove his thick cock harder into me. My fingers started dancing faster on my clit as I watched Katrina, trying to guess how close she was. Looking past her, however I found myself transfixed on my brother. Mark was tearing into Katrina at a pace that could only be described as violent, Katrina was one hell of a woman to take this kind of punishment, but I'm sure it had been her who had initiated it. Mark was pouring sweat and I'm sure it was stinging the long red scratches on his chest, some of which were still oozing blood. Every muscle in his chest, arms, and shoulders was bulging, and I could see by the look in his eyes, and the way he was panting that he was getting close as well.

"Harder!" I snapped back at Jonathan.

Once again Jonathan obeyed instantly, and I cried out at the first real hard thrust he gave me. I lost my focus on the altar as I dropped my head down and started letting out sharp yelps as Jonathan started really fucking me. His hands were squeezing my hips harder, and I was loving it! Not lost upon me was the fact that it was even more enjoyable because I could enjoy it. Because of the terrible memories of abuse, there had been many years where the only way I could get into it with anyone but my brother was if I were strung out on drugs, or drunk out of my mind.

Katrina's cries became muffled and I looked up to see that Abigail, probably sensing that My brother was not going to hold back much longer, had shoved her tit into Katrina's mouth. I let out a long whimper at the look on Katrina's face as she fought not to cry out so that she could suck on Abigail's nipple. I also became aware of the desperate groaning behind me, as Jonathan was trying to hold off cumming as well. Part of me thought about slowing him down but his hard thrusts were feeling way to fucking good for that, instead I called out over my shoulder;

"Hold off for your mistress, my young stud, and you will be rewarded!"

Jonathan let out an adorable whimper, and then to my surprise started fucking me even harder and faster. I lifted my head and screamed out my appreciation. There was certainly something in the air tonight because although Jonathan was fucking the shit out of me I was never this into it. I noticed the cries getting louder and louder around me as well. Now that I was focusing on it I could feel the energy gathering around me. The entire room was full of smoke from the candles, and the smell of sex and incense was outright intoxicating. It was hot as hell and sweat was pouring off of everyone. I realized at this point that I was on some kind of a high, as I'm sure was everyone around me. My brother had once used the term "Sex drunk", for the first time in my life I knew what he meant.

My attention was pulled back to the altar, as once again Katrina's high pitched yowls pierced the air. Abigail had removed her tit from Katrina's mouth and instead had gotten her other hand underneath and was pinching Katrina's pink nipple, while still playing with her clit. Behind her, Mark was breathing like bull, exhaling loudly with every thrust. His eyes were closed and he appeared to be chanting or talking to himself. One thing was clear; it wouldn't be long for my brother. It would be seen as a failure if Mark was to cum first, and I found myself getting even hotter as I watched him struggle. No other man I had ever met could have held out this long, but to Mark if you weren't the best then you were nothing.

It turned out Mark had nothing to worry about, as Katrina stopped wailing, and after a pause let out a loud gasp, then another. Her head lifted up and her eyes widened as she felt herself ready to cum full force by Abigails hand, with my brothers enormous cock buried to the hilt in her ass. Everyone one around the room had been watching, and as soon as they heard the gasp the room filled with commands;

"Faster, harder, oh right there!"

Everyone was now trying to win the race, to cum as close to the high priestess as possible. I was no different;

"Let me have it!!" I cried out. "Fuck your mistress the way you really want to!! Give it to me like I'm one of your little fucking girlfriends!!! Fuck... Oh fuck yes!!"

I lifted my head, and screamed as Jonathan completely cut loose not only fucking the shit out of me but even grabbing a handful of my sweat soaked hair as he did. My hands blurred across my clit and I could feel the orgasm racing through my body. 

On the altar Katrina came like nothing I had ever heard before. Head thrown back, eyes bulging, and mouth wide open, Katrina was wailing like a banshee, shriek after shriek, peeled from her throat as she bucked wildly against my brother who had slowed down in an effort to let her finish. Katrina let out one last long piercing wail, and at that moment the entire room went off.

I heard a long loud scream to my left, and turned to see the tall blonde, screaming into the pussy of the young black girl. As soon as she started the girl threw her own head back and let out a howl of her own. Behind the blond, the guy with the long hair, who had been fingering her clit as he fucked her, whipped his cock out and with an animal like growl started spaying his huge load all over both women. Like a chain reaction the screams and cries were coming from everywhere.

"Hold on just a little more my brother!" Abigail cried to Mark. "I need you to be last!"

Mark's eyes widened, and he looked as if he were ready to roll his eyes. Instead he slowed his fucking even more and once again closed his eyes in concentration. The struggle on his face as he fought desperately not to cum sent me over the edge. I lifted my head to the ceiling and added my own scream to the din that was sounding through the room.

"Oh yes!!" Abigail screamed from in front of the altar. "Sing my children!! Celebrate this night!!!"

I added another long loud squeal, as wave after wave of pleasure shot through my body. I was slamming my hips back into Jonathan, who was moaning continuously and like my brother straining not to cum as my pussy contracted around his amazing young cock. I let out a long shuddering moan, then looking over my shoulder through my sweat soaked hair called out;

"Cum for your mistress!! Anywhere you want, you've earned it!!"




Siblings with Benefits Samhain



Jonathan gave me several more savage pumps that made me yelp with each one, then pulling out of me grabbed his cock and stepped back. I spun quickly around so that I was sitting on the divan in front of him. Jonathan looked incredible; his young hard body glistening with sweat and his hand squeezing his long thick cock. He stepped forward and knowing what he wanted, I cupped both my tits in my hands holding them up to him, and opening my mouth wide stuck my tongue out.

Jonathan let his cock go and his first tremendous spurt of cum landed directly in my mouth where it splattered against the back of my throat, I wiggled my tongue telling him I wanted more, and he didn't disappoint as another spurt of hot cum shot into my mouth, the next shot caught my lips, then aiming his cock lower he added some to each of my tits. Jonathan groaned as he continued to spurt cum all over my face and chest, I couldn't believe how much there was. Finally with the cutest little whimper he finished and collapsed into a sitting position next to me on the divan.

I further rewarded him licking his cum from my lips, and then quickly bending over sucked his still hard cock into my mouth and milked a few more drops of cum from him. When I sat up he looked at me panting and whispered;

"That was far better than I deserved mistress."

As he said that he reached down, and grabbing his robe used it to gently wipe the cum off of my tits and stomach. When he finished I kissed him then putting my arm around him sat back onto the divan taking him with me and said;

"Relax and watch the show with me my beautiful Jonathan."

The sounds of pleasure had begun to die out around us, and as a final howl came from an older brunette in the back, who had been riding the face of a female initiate while jerking off another man onto her tits, the room fell silent except for the heavy breathing of everyone trying to calm their bodies down. As that echo of that last howl faded Abigail turned to Mark and yelled out;

"Now my brother sing us the final song!"

With that Mark tore one more time into Katrina, who was so spent she barely squealed as he slammed her ass. It didn't take long; after several hard thrusts Mark started gasping and moaning. My attention was caught by Abigail who was moving quickly from the front of the altar to the other side where, with surprising agility, she put her hands on the edge and sprang up onto it.

Mark threw his head back, and let out a scream that was like nothing I had ever heard come out of him before. Every muscle in his body tensed as the scream continued to the point his voice began to get hoarse. Leaning back onto his knees he pulled his cock out, which was when Abigail came up behind him, and also kneeling reached around and grabbing his cock squeezed it, holding Mark back from cumming.

Mark cried out in surprise. In the meantime Katrina had rolled over onto her side and turning faced Mark, and opened her mouth wide. Abigail let Mark's cock g,o and an enormous shot of cum landed on her tongue splattering onto her cheeks. Everyone murmured in surprise as Abigail, her head resting on Mark's shoulder so she could watch, jerked my brother's cock off into Katrina's face.

"Truly they have both been rewarded tonight!" Someone exclaimed behind me. Another voice added;

"Abigail has not preformed like this in years."

Despite the fact it was the fourth time he had cum since his plane landed, Mark was cumming like he hadn't in a week, his cum painting Katrina's face and her beautiful tits. As Abigail continued to pump his huge prick, I saw her point with her other hand, and the two men who had been playing the drums got up, and approached the altar, one on each side. Mark' cock finished spurting, but Abigail kept slowly stroking it. My brother certainly wasn't going to complain and stayed where he was.

I was watching Abigail's face as she rested her chin on my brother's shoulder, She had been whispering in Mark's ear probably egging him on, but as I watched she turned to Katrina and smiled. At that moment her hand stroked all the way to the tip of my brother's cock and twisted around the head. Mark's hips twitched and he pulled his cock back. I know form firsthand experience that once he cums my brother has to stop because he becomes too sensitive to keep going, the head of his cock becoming a raw nerve. 

Apparently she knew this as well, as after he twitched, Abigail's smile turned to an evil smirk and lifting her head she gave Katrina a nod. Moving quickly Katrina grabbed Mark's cock from Abigail's hand and bending her head sucked it into her mouth. Mark's breath hissed through his teeth, and he tried to pull his cock away. Suddenly Abigail pulled away from him and grabbing his shoulders pulled back hard. Caught off guard Mark fell back awkwardly he had still been on his knees and was now bent backwards like that with Katrina between his legs.

The second Mark hit the altar the two men lunged forward each grabbing one of his arms and pinning it to the altar. 

"My brother," Abigail began. "As guest of honor I feel it is only fitting that you sing the final song of the evening." 

She looked down at the shocked look on Mark's face then looking up at Katrina she smiled;

"My sister if you would do the honors."

Katrina, her face still dripping cum, smiled back and grabbing Mark's cock placed just the tip of her tongue on the tip of it and swirled around quickly. Mark's hips bucked, and he shook his head. With an evil grin, Katrina winked at my brother and taking his cock in her mouth started rapidly going down on him. The effect on my brother was immediate and dramatic.

Mark cried out, and started jerking on the altar desperately trying to pull his cock from Katrina's mouth. Each of the men holding Mark down were large, and although my brother was powerful they were leaning on his arms and had him completely pinned down. 

I knew it was mean but watching my brother's plight was getting me wet yet again. I wasn't the only one, as I heard several other women moan, and call out there approval. On the stage Katrina had Mark's cock all the way down her throat and was shaking her head back and forth. Mark was bucking wildly up and down, and I began getting even wetter as I recalled several times I had done this to him when he was younger.

Mark was making those adorable whimpering noises that I'm sure no one else here had ever heard from him before, and I have to say hearing them like this was even better. Abigail laughed out loud and said;

"My sister, surely you can get a better song than this?"

Katrina pulled Mark's cock from her mouth and called out;

"As my Mistress commands."

With that she placed just the tip of Mark's cock in her mouth, and began sucking so hard her cheeks were sinking in. I have no doubt her tongue was also involved swirling across the back of his head. I know because I'd done it. Mark began moving even more frantically bucking his hips so hard that Katrina put her hands on them to hold them still. Mark was squirming desperately, the whimpering noises getting higher and higher pitched. I saw several women start masturbating again and heard a guy behind me whisper;

"Good for her showing him his place, he's too cocky even by our standards."

"It'll go on until you sing, oh my prideful brother!" Abigail snapped as if hearing that comment.

Katrina popped Mark's cock out again, and using her fingers to take some of his cum off her face started rubbing it into the head of his cock, her thumb stroking the back of it as her tongue swirled around just the tip. Mark jerked himself so hard that Katrina had to use her other hand to hold his cock stil, and each of the men almost lost their grip. Mark stayed there straining for a minute, then slumping back onto the altar broke;

"Stop!!" He cried out. "Oh please stop!! Oh Mistress please!!!"

His cries brought moans from the crowd. Grabbing Jonathan's hand I put it between my legs where he immediately started playing with me. I had cum several times today and my clit was getting sore but I had no doubt I would come again and soon.

Mark continued to beg and plead his voice was rising in pitch and filled with desperation.

"More. More, more!" A woman from the front cried out as she masturbated furiously.

"You know what I want to hear my prince!!" Abigail said standing and looking down at him.

Katrina once again added cum to my brothers cock, but this time put it back in her mouth and started sucking.

"No!! No!! No!!" Mark cried out. "Oh please no more ohhh." Finally throwing his head back Mark screamed out;

"Oh my mistress, please have mercy!!!"

The cry sounded throughout the room, and I came hard before the echo had even faded my thighs trapping Jonathan's hand as I ground my pussy into his fingers. Mark screamed out again;

"Oh mercy!!! Oh pleeeeese!"

The last part came out in the most pathetic whine I had ever heard come from my brother, and stepping forward Abigail snapped her fingers. Katrina instantly stopped sucking, and sat up onto her knees. The two men let Marks arms go and quickly stepped back probably afraid they'd get hit. They had nothing to worry about as my brother simply lay there panting, and still whimpering slightly.

Abigail leaned over and kissed him sweetly on the lips then stepping back and speaking to him loud enough for everyone to hear said;

"Trick or treat my dark prince."

I laughed along with several others. Mark looked away as he was far too smart to give Abigail a dirty look. Katrina leaned forward and grabbing Mark's hands helped pull him into a sitting position. Sliding over to him she kissed him and put her arm around his shoulders. Somehow I was still horny as hell, and turning saw that Jonathan's cock was standing at full attention. I was just getting ready to swing one leg over his lap and start riding that cock, when Abigail addressed us from the front;

"My brothers and sisters, I hope that you all greatly enjoyed this evening's performance."

Everyone in the room either clapped, or called out "Of course my mistress."

As Abigail had spoken, the two men had carried over one of the divans to the front of the altar, and Mark and Katrina, both looking as if they could barely move stepped down onto it. Mark slumped into the corner and Katrina, resting her back against his chest leaned her head back on his shoulder. Mark wrapped his arms around her waist and held her as if they were lovers.

"My brothers and sisters," She continued. "Please show our two guests tonight some appreciation for an exemplary night of entertainment!"

As one we all stood, both members and initiates, and bowed deeply to the two exhausted sweat soaked figures on the divan. Katrina sat up from my brother and bowed at the waist, Mark, looking as if he were ready to pass out simply nodded his head.

"I know there are some newer members here, so I will point out what you long standing members already know." As she said this, Abigail gestured to Mark and Katrina.

"Rare are the occasions where two such high ranking members participate to this level and know that it was nothing short of a privilege to watch them perform together."

Everyone bowed once more, and Katrina spoke up adding;

"Not nearly the privilege it was to watch the legendary Abigail Lefay dance and play amongst us. Abigail holds herself above us as a woman of her rank should, and because of that it is easy to forget what an incredibly beautiful and sexual creature our Mistress truly is."

With that Katrina stood and walking over to Abigail dropped to her knees and kissed her feet. Katrina stood and Abigail gave her a surprisingly warm embrace holding Katrina to her, their heads resting on each other's shoulders. When Katrina stepped back Abigail said softly;

"My sister from the west is to kind."

Katrina bowed and went back to the divan where she once again leaned back into my brother. Abigail looked over and laughed;

"And thank you to my dark prince for being a good sport." She smiled at him and added; "You've had one coming for a long time my brother."

"My mistress has taught me a lesson in humility." Mark said then smirking added; "For the moment at least."

Several people including Abigail laughed. Abigail then turned and began speaking to us again;

"At this point I will ask the initiates to leave the room."

I felt a surge of disappointment and I'm sure I wasn't the only one, in the past there had been nights that gone right through to dawn, where each one of us would sample as many as we could.

"Now brothers and sisters each initiate gave you their name, at some point I will ask of your experience. Tonight was a special night and these young men and women were trained well for it. I hope to get rave reviews from all of you and if I do, then know my young children that you will be rewarded, however also know if any of my members were not pleased your punishment will be quite severe." Abigail paused for effect then said;

"Initiates bow to your master or Mistress."

I turned as Jonathan got to his knees and after kissing my feet stood up and said;

"The pleasure was truly mine my mistress."

"Oh I think I made out okay." I said smiling. I was in a great mood and didn't feel like playing cold bitch.

Jonathan looked serious then asked;

"Mistress? May I approach you?"

I nodded, and leaning over he whispered in my ear;

"I know we are not to ever speak the member's names, however my mistress I am an art major and quite a fan of your work. It truly was an honor to be with you tonight, as your talent is only rivaled by your beauty."

Jonathan stood back up, and I stood with him and hugged him and said in his ear;

"Then perhaps you will come to my showing next month, and from there well, I always aim to please my fans." Oh yeah, I would take some more of this if it was offered.

Jonathan stepped back and I laughed to see him blushing.

"My mistress really is to kind."

I reached out and grabbing him pulled him close to me and whispered;

"Megan."

Looking around to make sure no one could hear Jonathan said;

"It was a pleasure Megan." He then bowed and grabbing his robe headed for the door in the back.

As the last initiate left the room Abigail who had put her long red robe back on spoke again;

"I know it is getting late and many of you are already planning your next conquest, but I ask that you all remain seated for a little while longer as since I was in the back tonight I would like to greet and thank each of you individually, and since it is Halloween I would like to give you all a treat." Abigail then smiled mischievously and added;

"And perhaps if the stars are right there could be one more show before we close out this amazing evening."

As I sat back down I noticed everyone looking around, and probably wondering the same thing; what else could we possibly see tonight. I looked up to the front to see Mark and Katrina who had also donned their robes still cuddled up, her head was still on his shoulder and they were talking softly. I found myself hoping she didn't think she was getting anymore of my brother tonight. I knew we were breaking the rules tonight but the next girl Mark was fucking was going to be his big sister.

I leaned back against the arm of the divan and sighed contentedly. It had been a great night, sex with Mark, we had played on the dance floor, I had gotten fucked by a beautiful young man, and even got to watch my brother get put in his place. I looked over at the tall blond woman and smiled at her. I had seen her at the club several times. She smiled back tiredly and I had remembered that she had spent the night in a threesome. As I looked at her she nodded past me and said;

"Abigail truly is giving everyone a treat tonight."

I turned to see what she meant and saw Abigail, a few seats over from me standing next to one of the divans. An older woman with long auburn colored hair was sitting there and at the moment was sucking on Abigail's right tit, which she had removed from her robe. Abigail was running her hands through the woman's hair and speaking softly to her. Abigail stepped away from her and walked over to the tall man with pony tail, and after speaking to him briefly put her leg up on the arm of the divan, shoved her fingers into her pussy then as everyone watched took those fingers and placed them in his mouth. The man's eyes rolled as if he were going to cum on the spot as he eagerly sucked on her fingers.

Abigail removed her fingers and approached another woman. This time she put her leg up and grabbing the woman's hair pulled her face into her pussy and let her lick it for a couple of minutes. I felt my heart begin to beat faster as Abigail approached where I was sitting. There were a couple of other members in between us, and she stopped and let them play as well. The blond whispered to me that depending on how long the member had been in the group was how Abigail had determined what part of her they were given. The blond smiled and told me she had been coming here for eight years.

I frowned as I had only been coming here for a few months. Oh well I thought at least I would get to suck on her tit. Abigail approached me and smiled down at me;

"Did you enjoy your evening my sister?"

"Greatly my mistress." I told her bowing my head.

"Well perhaps you will enjoy it some more before you leave."

With that Abigail sat down next to me, and removing her full well rounded left tit, with its gorgeous rose colored nipple, held it up for me. I leaned in and started sucking on it. Abigail sighed and then surprised me by reaching up and gently twisting the barbell in my left nipple. I moaned into her tit and continued to suck on it. Abigail reached down and lifted my head up. As I looked at her she didn't speak, but instead stared deeply into my eyes. Abigail had large dark brown eyes that showed no emotion whatsoever. I returned the stare and as I did I noticed Abigail's expression changing, she appeared to be getting excited but I wasn't sure why.

Abigail turned her head and looked to the front. I followed her gaze to see Mark staring at us.

"Your brother isn't easily impressed these days is he?" She asked.

I instantly caught the "Your brother" but told myself we were all brothers and sisters here.

"No," I agreed. "Our brother doesn't"

Abigail smiled broadly at that.

"Very smooth," She whispered then gave me an evil grin. "Would you like to give our brother something to think about?"

I nodded and then immediately felt myself start to drip, as Abigail pushed me down on the divan and as the others watched shocked; dropped to her knees and lifting my leg over her shoulder leaned in and sucked my clit into her mouth. I moaned loudly not just at how good it felt but the fact of who it was and how fucking good she looked down there. Abigail looked up from between my legs and whispered;

"Look at him."

I turned my head to see Mark staring wide eyed at the two of us. Abigail had been right this had caught his attention. Katrina had sat up from my brother and was also staring. I turned back as I felt Abigail's tongue trace a slow path of pleasure the length of my pussy and end it by swirling her tongue around my clit. Abigail stood up and then sitting back down next to me put her arm around me and pulled me to her so our heads were on each other's shoulders.

"See I told you that would get your brother going." She sighed in my ear then continued; "Sad to say dear it takes a lot to really excite me these days as well. Over the years we become jaded."

"I suppose." I said nervously I hadn't liked the "your" brother remark again.

"You however, excite me Megan."

"Really?" 

"Well not just you." Abigail said, and then chuckled. "You and your brother together however, well that is another story."




Siblings With Too Much Time



These events are true. All subjects were 18 or older at the time these events happened.

Growing up, our parents worked hard. We were a lower to middle class family, and money was never easy to come by. Dad worked doing whatever he could, and mom worked a lot of overtime to bring in the extra money. That left my sister and I to take care of ourselves most of the time. Now I have to admit, I've always been interested in sex. For some reason, and not intentionally, I could always see my family members in sexual ways. My aunt used to sunbathe in the nude just outside. While I was always told to stay away, I usually got a few good looks in. She was a senior in high school at the time, and boy was she hot. But that's another story.

In our spare time, we were usually outside. We were close, close enough that we've always told each other everything. One day, she caught me masturbating to a porn video I had. I was nervous at first, because who likes getting caught? I thought she was going to go nuts, but she didn't. See, we had always played like we were married people. This was before TV had multiple channels, so we made our own entertainment. Well this time, she wanted to watch me. Now I have seen my parents have sex before, and it always made me horny as hell. Watching my mom suck his cock, and then seeing his cock slide inside her as her breasts swung in the air. My dad had a big cock,how do I know? Because we used to skinny dip, and occasionally I would see him get out of the shower with a hard on and watch him wank it off. So I had no idea that my sister would want to see me do the same. So I did it, I sat there, with the excitement of being watched, by my sister. But I didn't get to finish, because she stopped me in the middle. 

She wanted to feel it, and so did I. She was a larger girl, so she never had many boyfriends or anything. So we went to my parents room, and I pulled her underwear off. She didn't have a lot of hair, but some. As I pulled her top off, her large breasts came down on top of me. I began to suck them, slowly at first, then pulling them together to suck at the same time. As she started to moan, I grabbed my throbbing cock and tried to put it in her pussy, just to find out, she had never had anything in there before. I didn't want to hurt her, so I warned her that it might hurt a bit. So I rolled my foreskin above my head a little bit, and used it to get inside her. She was so tight, and so incredibly hot inside. She looked at me as if to say go for it, so I did. I pumped her for a few minutes, but pulled out, so I could taste her pussy. She was so sweet. Not the musky smell that some talk about, but sweet. I placed my tongue between her lips, and started working her clit, I moved down and stuck my tongue in her pussy hole. She was so wet. I licked her till she came, and cum she did. 

I hurried and stuck my dick back inside her, and kept pushing. She was starting to tighten back up and told me to cum in her. I couldn't hold back, and pumped my cock into her. It felt so good, she came with me again that time. I wanted to stay inside her, so i did. I pulled out to see my juice come out, but it was thick and white, and slowly oozed out of her hole. See it made me start to get hard again, and she was still aroused, so I asked her if she wanted to try some more, and she said oh yeah. So I laid down, and let her climb on top of me. She slid my cock back into her sloppy wet pussy, and rode me like a bull. She rocked back and forth, side to side, while I sucked her tits. She got faster and faster, till I couldn't hold it, and shot my load in her again. She kept rocking and I felt her cunt squeeze my rod harder than before and she collapsed on top of me. 

We couldn't help but love it. Our parents never found out that we were fucking, or still are. We were young then for our first time, but everyday when we got home we would go to our parents bed and fuck. It's an intimate bond, one that we still cherish. We experimented with so many ways, but that's a story for next time.....



Siblings @ Work



I lay in the dark listening. I didn't want to have to listen but the only way to block out the sound was to smother myself with a pillow. The parents were out so my sister figured she could orgasm as loud as she dam wanted. Her moans of pleasure echoed throughout the house along with the occasional grunt from her rat of a boyfriend, who normally invaded through the window of Becka's large window. Squeezing his big fat head through along with his big fat ass. But today, he'd waltzed in through the front door as if he owned the bloody place. 

I would have thought that Becka, my younger sister by 18 months would have kept her screams to level they're at when Mum and Dad are home. For the sake of me at least!

And so they went on bucking, until I could stand it no longer and I got up to go for a drink. As I rose, I was disgusted with myself to find I had a hard-on! "Urggg! I get excited by my own sister!" I carried on thinking as I went onto the landing.

"Hey, it could be anyone, my dick doesn't know who it is, it 'ain't my fault." And so, my conscious thwarted I went down stairs. I got a glass of milk from the fridge and stood while I sipped at it. Back upstairs I ran into Becka. She looked a wreck. Completely naked, (I'm not complaining about that. Man she has a great body) her hair was pointing in every angle and she looked tired and flustered and red in the face. Even in the dark I could make out the fresh cum dribbling down her leg. I grinned. "Having fun?"

Becca seemed not to notice me and stumbled on into the bathroom. I went back into my room. I got back into bed and reflected on what I'd just seen. It was so HOT! I knew then, that I had to have her. But not now. In the morning. I meant to have a wank to satisfy myself but instead I drifted off into sleep.

I woke late and still quite drowsy, but I remembered my quest to fuck my sister's cunt so I rose immediately and went for a shower. As I passed Becka's room I saw her lying half awake, naked on top of her bed. I paused for a moment to admire her body, and then went into the bathroom. As I stepped under the hot water I noticed my hard-on but I ignored it and scrubbed myself clean before cleaning my teeth. In true bloke fashion, I was in and out in under 10 minutes. I walked back to my room naked and dripping wet. 

I picked up a towel from the airing cupboard and took a peek in Becka's room. She was still in a half awake state but was now idly fingering herself. While staring at the ceiling, her mind elsewhere, she rubbed her little stiff clit and spread apart her pussy lips. Every 10 seconds or so, she slipped in her little finger and emitted a little gasp and withdrew it. Her other hand was caressing each breast. Cupping one, then pinching a nipple then swapping over.

My dick was so hard I nearly fell over. I tore myself away from this wonderful sight. I didn't want her to see me yet. As I pulled on some boxers in my own room, I heard her orgasm. It started with quick pants, and then low groans followed by a scream that echoed throughout the house which was such a contrast to her other wise quite self-pleasuring that I jumped.

I chose some nice tight CK boxers and made sure my dick was semi- erect and pushing proudly against the fine material. I applied some lynx, took a deep breath and walked to Becka's door. It was still open and I saw that she was very much awake now after her orgasm. She saw me and I smiled. She did nothing but look at me for a while as if in silent debate. Eventually she smiled back and I took this as my invitation to a smaller version of Salt Lake City.

I tried not to run as I approached the bed and I sat down beside her. She had covered up, but I could still make out her nipples through the thin white sheet. My head raced for something to say, as we looked at each other in quite a different perspective.


"You have fun last night?" I asked. She smiled again.

"Yeah but Mike knew Mum and Dad were coming back early. I wanted him to fuck me again now, but he got scared that we'd be caught so he left. I was still feeling horny so I had to... y'know…" she smiled that innocent smile again with those large, round 'fuck me' eyes and my cock nearly exploded.

"Yep, that was pretty loud. Did he satisfy you?" I thought that if I got her to talk about sex to her brother, it would turn her on. 

"He sure knows how to lick me. He even gave me a rim job, and his cock was lovely too. He came 3 times last night. In my pussy, on my tits and in my mouth. And I wanked him when he woke up." She said all this with such a school girl giggle that I nearly passed out.

It was now or never. I had to say it. "Do you need satisfying again?" my heart was in my mouth as I waited for her reaction to my incestuous gesture. 

"If you're saying that you want to fuck me, you want my body…" her eyes flickered down to my erection. Her mouth twitched. " I want your cock. Fuck me you asshole." She threw off her sheet and spread her legs.

All I could do was moan as I went down on her. I was going to make that little gimp look like Vinnie Jones. I flicked her clit and she shuddered and moaned. I probed into her wet hole with my tongue and tasted her sex juices. I didn't for very long as Becka was murmuring for me to shag her so I raised my head and parted her fat lips with my fingers. She pulled my boxers off and released my cock with a 'twang'.

She stroked it and licked it with obvious experience and I aimed my dick at her opening and pretended to go in slowly. Becka lay down to enjoy some slow fucking but her eyes widened and she jumped back up as I pounded into her fuck tunnel all the way to the hilt of my cock. We both laughed and started fucking. 

To me this was a dream. I was fucking my own sister! Her muscles clamped down on my cock and milked it. I released a primal groan from my throat and went faster. I grabbed onto her magnificent tits and squeezed on them. Becka yelped and in return got hold of my ass cheeks and squeezed them whilst looking into my eyes.

I knew I was about to cum. I could feel it rising in my balls and I practically shouted it. Becka said she wanted my cum in her mouth so I pulled out and my dick was shining and dripping with her pussy juices. She lay down and I straddled her face. She greedily took my cock and sucked and licked. She dug her tongue into my japs-eye and I could take no more. I exploded into her mouth. She greedily swallowed it all and started bucking her hips and moaning. She was about to have an orgasm so I reached down and started fingering her as fast as I could. She screamed and I was treated to 3 squirts of girl cum which I quickly drank. I rolled over on the bed and we lay, giggling and panting after some great incestuous sex.

We heard a car pull into the drive and leapt out of bed. The parents were home! I kissed her quickly and she kissed back. I tasted my cum on her tongue. She cupped my balls and we parted. She went into the bathroom to shower. I closed all the curtains and ran back to my bed to pretend that I was still sleeping. I closed my eyes as the door slammed and smiled. I knew me and my sister wouldn't be sleeping much from now on.