Marc�s Tale III

Marc�s Tale

By Staine

Act III

Notes: Assume this takes place after To Do About a Girl as well. Just another thing, a character in this chapter lost her hymen by (incorrectly? - I suppose you could stick it in sideways or shove it too far or something�) using tampons. Please don�t attempt to correct or educate me on this point though because there are a couple of things about women that I�d really much rather NEVER find out and this is one of them. Apparently the labels say it can�t happen but I wouldn�t know a tampon from a severed finger wrapped in toilet paper so let�s just assume in Turnam City, tampons are great big dildo-like cherry popping devices�

�Marc sweetie, is that you?�

�No, it�s merely the lethargic shade of your monkey-brained �Honey I�m gonna pull a bank job to help pay for my drug addiction� ex-hubby�s bastard lovechild.� Marc said brightly into the receiver. �Why, what�s up?�

�I�m going to be late and I need you to pick up your sister from work.�

Marc frowned, �Why exactly do I need to pick her up anyway? C�mon mother, the girl is seven months older than I am. Besides, if she�s at work, she�s getting paid actual money and not those crappy I.O.U. food stamp things you keep giving me. Can�t she just get a cab or something like everyone else?�

�You�re picking her up because she�s your sister and I�m telling you to.� His mother said firmly. �This isn�t a request. Pick your sister up.�

�But it�s not like we�ve even related�� Marc objected in a whiney high falsetto more to piss his mother off than anything else.

�Marc!�

�Okay, mother, chill out! I�ll go pick my adorable big sister up.� He said unenthusiastically. �But can I at least drive? It�s a half hour walk otherwise.�

There was a long silence on the other end while his mother considered the request. Marc knew he was seriously pushing his luck as he had just got his �P� plates (a card with a red �P� that we have to stick on the windshield of a car for a year after getting a driver�s license) the other week and while his mother had allowed him to drive her Camry before, she�d always been in the car with him. Assuming she said yes, this would be the first time she allowed him to drive around without her.

�Please�� He begged. �My knees aren�t what they used to be. The walk could cripple me.�

Finally his mother relented. �Okay, you can take the car. The keys are on the key rack in the kitchen, try not to lose them okay because we don't have a spare set.�

�Thanks mum.�

�And make sure you watch your speed and no running red lights and-�

�When does Calandra finish work?� Marc interrupted impatiently.

�Her shift ends at ten thirty so you might want to leave home about then. She�ll probably be out around quarter to.�

�What�s with the fifteen minute time lapse?�

His mother signed. �You know Callie, she�s gonna spend at least fifteen minutes prettying herself up for the thirty second walk to the car.�

�That�s the truth� Kay then, I�ll be outside the pub at quarter to eleven.�

�Thanks hon, just be careful with the car��

�Bye mother.� Marc quickly hung up before she could begin what promised to be a boring reiteration of all the road rules she expected him to abide by.

Glancing at his watch, he saw he still had a good three hours before he needed to leave the house. A faint somewhat lopsided smile appeared on his face as he stretched out on the couch and reached for the Foxtel remote. Three whole uninterrupted hours in front of the TV with no one to bother him! Marc went straight to the Comedy Channel and was rewarded with the first South Park episode (albeit, a rerun) he�d seen in ages.

Grabbing the cordless phone, he quickly punched in a set of numbers, waited for a moment and then said, �Domino�s? Yeah, uh I�d like to order a medium pan based Meat Supreme and�� a slight frown momentarily appeared on his face, �and what do you have in the way of vegetarian toppings?�

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�Hurry up you stupid bint.� Marc grumbled impatiently as he drummed a pattern into the steering wheel. It was now five to eleven and he�d been sitting in the car park for the last twelve minutes. �Ah, about bloody time!�

The automated double doors of the RSL (�Australian� for restaurant, bar and gambling lounge all rolled into one) opened and a tallish blonde in a pale grey sweater and beige slacks emerged, her eyes scanning the parking lot for a long moment before she spotted the car and started to walk towards him.

�Hey, whaddaya doin� here?� Calandra�s blue eyes widened in surprise as she slipped into the passenger seat and saw Marc at the wheel. �Where�s LeAnn?�

�Mum�s out with your old man.� Marc answered. �She called a while ago and got me to pick you up.�

�Does she know you took her car?�

�Uh-huh.�

Callie�s eyes narrowed mischievously, the effect emphasized by the darkness and her eyeliner. �And she�s gonna be late you said?�

Marc could practically hear the gears clicking in her pretty little head. �I�ve seen that look before, spit it out, what�s on your mind?�

�A pit stop. It�s a Friday night and all, I figure a quick in quick out. Won�t take much more than a ten minute detour.�

Marc signed. �Let me guess� You�re out and need to score again?�

Callie turned in her seat to face him. �Am I that transparent?�

�I wish you�d lay off that shit.� Marc said softly. �It fucks your head up.�

Callie was heavily into the Rave scene and while Marc would just as soon as listen to a copper bathtub full of feral cats tumble down a long flight of stairs, he didn�t particularly mind much except when she played that crap too loud early in the morning. Unfortunately, as a direct result of attending one too many raves, she�d discovered she had a soft spot for the occasional pill. At first she�d confined her usage to the underground dance parties but as late Marc had been noticing she�d stepped up her dosage making it an almost weekly event.

Feigning shock, Callie said, �Marc, I didn�t know you cared!�

�Not so you�d notice,� he grumbled under his breath. �But my birthday�s coming up in a couple of weeks and if you keep blowing all your cash on that backyard science kit crap, you�d hardly going to be able to afford to get me anything worthwhile.�

She glanced at him, a strange blend of amusement and irritation in her eyes. �How do you always manage to do that?�

�Do what?� He asked half interestedly as he pulled out of the parking lot.

�Always seem to have a smartarse answer ready when anything remotely emotional comes up?� Callie�s voice softened slightly. �I think its kinda sweet that you care about me and all but why can�t you just admit it for once? I mean we�ve known each other, what, ten years now?�

Not taking his eyes off the road, Marc nodded briefly. �About that.�

�So why don�t you ever open up to me?�

Marc snorted. �Maybe I just like playing an arsehole.�

Callie didn�t bother replying. She�d long since resigned herself to the simple fact that Marc was Marc. From past experience, she knew the conversation was a dead end. He�d retreat into himself if she kept on badgering him and it was hard enough to get more than three words out of him that weren�t snide anyway. She knew he cared about her, which she actually did think was rather sweet as they had so little in common but he could be so damn bone-headed at times! Resigning herself to a silent drive to his place, she stared disinterestedly out the window.

�So do you really need to score or what?� Marc asked gruffly.

Callie stared at him for a long moment noting the less than amused set to his lips. �No.� She said, her voice little more than a whisper. �Maybe I should just give it a miss this week.�

Marc said nothing, his eyes still locked on the road ahead but used to his long periods of brooding silence, Callie was pleased to note he seemed to relax slightly and wasn�t gripping the steering wheel as hard as he had been only moments ago.

She sat back feeling better than she had all day. While it wasn�t glaringly obvious, she could tell he was pleased she�d decided not to get wasted and while it was a serious chore to coax a grin that wasn�t caustic out of him, she was glad he wasn�t pissed at her.

One of the unfortunate side effects of being a pretty girl was that she had no shortage of guys willing to look out for her or do her favors but all of them wanted something fairly obvious in return. Marc seemed to be the exception to the rule. Because they weren�t blood relatives, he was legally free to make his moves but as far as she knew, he didn�t have the slightest interest in doing so. Neither was he constantly trying to get her to set him up with one of her girlfriends. As far as she could tell, he didn�t actually appear to need her for anything.

To be fair, he gave her shit as much as not but he didn�t go out of his way to do so and he didn�t seem to be particularly interested in her company either but every now and then he�d do her chores or take the rap for something she did without her asking him to do so. Once he�d even managed to pick a fight with a boyfriend of hers mere hours after the arsehole had sent her home in tears. Whenever she tried to talk to him about it, Marc would either change the subject or ignore her entirely.

Yeah, Callie smiled to herself. It was nice to have someone looking out for her even if Marc was far from being the guardian angel � or any sort of angel for that matter � she envisioned.

�Hey, can I cage a cigarette off you?� She asked suddenly.

�Check the glove box.�

She opened the glove box and fished out a pack of Griffins. Winding down her window, Callie sparked up and took a long drag before blowing smoke out the window. �I thought you were concerned about my health?� She said teasingly.

�I let you have a cigarette, not the whole fucking packet.� Marc snapped but Callie could just make out the beginnings of a grin appearing at the corner of his mouth.

�S�okay Marky,� she patted his arm reassuringly. �I still love you.�

�Drop dead bitch!� His grin widened slightly.

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�Hey mate I�m gonna call it a night.� Callie stuck her head into the lounge.

Marc glanced over his shoulder and saw she was clad in a thin white vest and a pair of old P.J. bottoms cut to mid calf. Her typical bed time attire. Not for the first time, he was forced to admit his almost, but not quite half sister was indeed a knockout.

Callie had straight, sandy blonde hair that ran halfway down her back, and while it was often braided, tonight she�d elected to wear it down. Her full cheeks, straight, ever so slightly upturned nose and pale blue eyes made her more �cuddly� than flat out pretty. Adding to the overall effect were a pair of legs that seemed to go on forever but actually led up to a perfect classical bubble butt. Her breasts were a little on the small side but as far as Marc was concerned, the rest of her more than made up for it, if indeed, any making up was actually necessary.

Still, Marc had no interest in her as a potential bed warmer. While there wasn�t anything actually wrong with her aside from the whacked sense of music and her indifference to beer, Callie actually felt like his sister even if they weren�t technically related. His mother and her father had been maintaining a de facto relationship (while living in separate houses) for almost ten years now and Callie moved back and forth between her father�s flat and Marc�s house at will. Irrespective of their bloodlines, they�d grown up as siblings and as far as Marc was concerned, no amount of cuteness, girlish charm or the possession of a fantastic ass was going to make him want to even consider sleeping with a girl he thought of as his sister.

It had been awkward when he hit puberty and she was just starting to fill out but he�d been able to get over that in time. Now he could look straight at her and see a girl he had absolutely no intention of ever boning. She was hot, she was his sister, the end.

�Night then, see you around lunch.� He nodded flicking channels again.

�Why lunch time?� Callie stared at him in confusion. �What�s the go, you taking me out to lunch?� Her face brightened expectantly.

�Hardly, that�s about the time I�m likely to get out of bed.�

�Oh, okay.� Callie tried not to sound disappointed. �Hey thanks again for the pizza, good night.�

�Uh-huh.� He waved absently as she padded noisily down the corridor.

Marc continued to flick channels looking for anything interesting. MTV was doing some sort of special on that moron with a band-aid on his cheek so that was a dead end, Comedy had a stupid Japanese-ish endurance game show and there wasn�t a movie worth a mention on any of the five movie channels. He was still flicking channels when his mother got in.

�Hey love, did you get Callie from work?�

�Yes mother,� Marc said without looking away from the TV. �She�s probably in bed by now and before you ask, the car�s fine. Didn�t bump anything too major other than an irritating traffic cop who was in the process of writing me a speeding ticket. I�ve washed the blood off and it�s only a small scratch on the front fender, barely noticeably anyway.�

�Marc!� His mother struggled to keep a straight face. �That�s not funny.�

�Was to me.� He shrugged.

�You need psychiatric help. Anyway, I�m off to bed, see you in the morning.�

�Lunchtime.� He corrected.

His mother stuck her head back into the lounge. �Why lunch time? You taking me out for lunch?�

�Geez what is it with you women and getting taken out to lunch? Tomorrow�s Saturday. That means Marc does NOT get out of bed until at least 12pm and will not suffer disturbances of any kind until said time. You should know that by now.�

His mother signed. �How could I forget? Anyway, good night.�

�Uh-huh.� Another idle wave and it was back to channel surfing again. Ten minutes later he gave up in frustration.

�Fuck this shit.� He mumbled in annoyance. Flicking off the television, he turned off the lights and made his way down the passage to his room. Being the middle of summer, it was pretty humid so Marc set his air conditioner on coldish, pulled his P4 out of standby mode and selected his favorite bedside blend of rock. A slight adjustment on the ancient VCR sized Sony Integrated Amp connected to the IBM and he was rewarded with some strident guitar work and James Hetfield�s discourse on gasoline and muscle cars.

Minutes later he was sound asleep.

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As far as dreams went, this one was unusual. Marc was perfectly aware he was dreaming although he had no idea how he knew. It was just one of those things, much like his first voyage into the void that he was hard pressed to understand. Maybe the fact that he was so sure what was happening was never actually going to happen helped�

Anyway, secure in the knowledge it was simply a dream, he let it continue:

Callie stood motionless just outside his door, wearing her little cotton vest and pajama bottoms. �Hey Marc�� she whispered softly into the gloom. �Can I come in for a bit?�

�Whatever.� He waved her in expecting her to take up her usual residence on the recliner across the room. Every now and then when she had trouble going to bed she�d sneak into his room, set up shop on the padded chair with her long legs tucked under her and talk to him about whenever was on her mind. Mostly it was when she had guy trouble and needed advice. He didn�t expect this time to be any different and was quite surprised when she bypassed the chair and slid under the doona mere inches from him.

�Hey what�s the go here?� He raised an eyebrow. �Don�t you have a bed of your own?�

�Can�t I just crash here tonight?� She grinned mischievously.

He sighed thinking she was just doing it to annoy him. �Sure knock yourself out.� Pulling the comforter over his shoulder, he turned over and wiggled a bit to get comfortable. �Now as you�re apparently not here to discuss you sordid love-life, I�m tired and I�d like to get a little shuteye if you don�t mind.�

Then Marc felt her arms encircle his bare chest. He could feel her soft cheek pressing lightly against his shoulder. Twisting around to see what she was doing, he found her pale blue eyes staring into his.

Marc stared back at her a little lost as to what was happening. Finally, deciding that she was probably trying to provoke him into some sort of irritating emotional gesture and conceding the fact that he was strangely out of cutting comebacks, he loosely threw an arm over her shoulders and closed his eyes again. Callie snuggled closer and Marc stiffened, his eyes snapping open as he felt her mash her breasts against him. Callie met his confused, questioning stare, and smiled for a moment before leaning in to give him a soft peck on the lips.

�What was that in aid of?� Marc asked finding to his voice sounded surprisingly husky and his heart beat increasing. Contrary to his wishes, her insanely close proximity to him was also starting some serious thunder down under that he hoped wasn�t as noticeable to her as it was to him.

He felt rather than saw her shrug. �I don�t know. I just wondered what it�d be like.� At that, she leaned in again but this time she lingered, her lips parting slightly.

Startled, but more curious than annoyed, it took him a long moment before he finally responded and cautiously sent his tongue moving against hers. On their own volition, the fingers of the arm he still had thrown over her shoulder began to explore the slight bumps of her spine, gently tracing random patterns against her silky skin.

Marc caressed her back for a moment longer before his hand slid down her flank and onto her pajama-covered ass. Callie�s classic bubble butt was easily one of her best assets. She moaned into his mouth and her tongue trembled as he cupped a firm cheek and pulled her tightly against him.

With her rock hard nipples digging against his chest, separated by only the thinnest of fabrics, and his hand lightly kneading her proud ass, Marc found he couldn�t think clearly. His hands slid up her sides to her breasts and he felt her shiver slightly at his touch.

Callie cupped his face pulling him closer and they were kissing again. Her tongue cautiously exploring and then playfully teasing his.

Breaking their kiss, she propped herself up on one elbow and leaned forward so that she was lying almost on top of Marc. Her knee slid between his legs allowing her crotch to rest firmly against his hip. She felt his hard-on almost instantly and would have grinned if she hadn�t been so eagerly trading DNA with him. She ground her knee against his crotch and enjoyed the feel of the slight tremor that ran through him.

Marc broke their kiss and his eyes sought hers. �You do know what you�re getting us into don�t you?� He asked cautiously. �We�re not really related so it�s not technically illegal but��

She nodded once before grinning ruefully. �I haven�t had the best luck with guys as you well know.� Here Callie paused for a moment, her expression turning soulful, �And I wanted my first time to be with someone who actually cares about me.�

�Who said I cared about you?� Marc said lightly trying to hide his surprise that she was still a virgin. While her stories were never THAT explicit, he�d always assumed she�d lost her virginity ages ago. How someone could date as many people as she had and not sleep with at least one of them was beyond his ability to comprehend.

�I�m going to hit you if you keep that up!� Callie said severely before she grinned. �But just so you know, I love you, you damn rock headed fool!� she giggled, wrapping her arms around him again and pushing her face in the space between his jaw and his shoulder. For some strange reason, he found that simple action a lot more intimate than the dental inspection she�d given him moments before.

Marc winced and hoped the gesture was lost in the darkness. He hated it when she went soppy on him. He knew he was supposed to say the same thing in return and yeah, while he did sorta love her in his own little way, he wasn�t in love with her. Ten years of having her around had made Callie a �fixture� in his life. Like every other fixture in his life, things had always been strictly platonic between them and Marc never planned on ever saying those three small words. Then again, he never planned on sleeping with her either.

Nevertheless, because it was only a dream and he knew that while she loved him, she wasn�t in love with him, he thought what the hell�

�Love you, too.�

She pulled away and stared at him in surprise.

�What�s that? I can�t hear you?� Callie said teasingly, thrilled that she�d finally got him to admit it. On their own accord, her hips begun rolling up against his thigh, and she was sure he could feel the heat radiating from her hot wet junction.

Marc began to nibble at the throat and between playful bites and kisses said, �Well that�s your problem because I�m not about to repeat myself. You damn well heard it the first time.� At that, his hand slid up the back of her neck, his fingers entwining themselves in her hair and pulling her down for another kiss.

Soon, Callie felt the hot flush spreading through her body was becoming more than she could handle with her clothes on. Rolling off him, she sat up and drew her pajamas down her legs until she could kick them off. She quickly whipped the vest off over her head, and tossed it across the room before snuggling up against him again. She could feel his cock, making an impressive tent in his boxers, jammed hard enough to bruise against the inside of her thigh. She wanted at that in her and she wanted it now! Almost violently, she yanked his boxers down, climbed onto his thighs and grabbed hold of his cock. Marc groaned as her nails grazed the sensitive head, then she was pulling him urgently towards her very wet, very inviting opening.

When she had him positioned at her gates, Marc�s eyes slid up over her flat belly, lingering for a moment on her delightfully heaving breasts and their hard pink nipples before meeting up and locking onto her half-lidded pale blue eyes.

�Move it or lose it.� He said teasingly. While his tone was light, his eyes were serious, questioning her decision to continue.

�Hush,� Callie shook her head dismissively. �I want this okay.� Then her voice turned playfully threatening. �And I�m gonna have you in me even if I have to tie you up and rape you so you might as well get used to it!�

Marc stared back at her in mock horror before turning his head slightly to one side and flinging an arm over his eyes. �Thou unspeakably vile wench!� He wailed in his most melodramatic Shakespearian accent. �Thou might takest mine cock but by all I count most holy, thou shall never possess mine heart!�

�Hold thy tongue,� Callie scoffed, playing along. �What want could I have for your crappy soiled heart? It�s this fat cock here I need!� She gave him a playful squeeze to emphasize her point.

Marc winced. �Babe, your accent and your choice of words sucks. Crappy? Don�t they teach you anything in those theatre arts classes you take?�

Callie shot him a malicious grin and rubbed the head of his cock against herself, enjoying the sight of him involuntarily shuddering as she coated him with her juices. �Fuck the drama.� She hissed.

She had come way too far to cat out now. Before he could offer her another chance to back out, she lowered herself down onto him, groaning as she felt him filling her up. She�d lost her hymen years ago when she first started using tampons so there was no tearing sensation but she did feel a dull ache as he spread her apart.

When she�d finally managed to cram his entire length deep within her, Callie paused, trying to get used to the host of new sensations flooding through her system. She was feeling deliciously light-headed, and so unbelievably full! Tentatively, she raised her hips slowly and then experimentally lowered herself down again. After some awkward fumbling she found a pace she was comfortable with. Her eyes clenched shut, Callie slowly swayed back and forth above him.

Marc stared up at the incredible sight of Callie slowly fucking herself over him and wondered why he�d never come down this road before. Her movements were naturally graceful and the feeling of her tight wet cunt firmly gripping him went beyond mere words. Had he known how good this all felt, his initial reluctance to do his de facto sister would have evaporated in a flash. She was fast driving him beyond sanity and he felt it was about time he got on top of things.

Grabbing hold of her slender shoulders, he pulled her down to him and flipped her onto her back. �My turn to be on top.� He said, grinning cheerfully as he pushed her thighs wide apart and slipped between them before carefully feeding her full of cock again.

Callie returned his grin. �Sure the heights won�t make you dizzy?� She crossed her ankles over his ass and thrust her hips up at him playfully.

Marc laughed and then leaned down to kiss her. Then, while they were still lip-locked, he pulled out slightly and slammed back into her. Callie�s eyes widened in shock and breaking their kiss, she threw her head back into the pillows.

�OhmyGOD Fuck me!� Callie cried out not caring if his mother heard her. �Yeah, like that� OH GOD! Yeah just like that, uh-huh, don�t stop� ummmph! Fuck me Marc, fuck me ��

Rarely one to say no to a pretty girl, especially if she was naked and under him, Marc began to move his hips back and forth as he set up a punishing pace grinding into her. Callie was writhing beneath him, and it was clear from the expression on her face that she was close to orgasm. Seeing her like that brought him very nearly there himself. A couple more well aimed thrusts and Callie seemed to explode in his arms. Her violent contractions set off his own internal explosions and with a groan he shot his seed deep into her.

Buzzed, drained, but strangely relaxed as well, Marc pulled out of her clutching embrace and rolled off her. He could see that Callie was still trying to catch her breath and grinned proudly to himself. One more for the history books!

It took Callie several minutes to realize where she was and what had just happened. She looked over at the guy who�d just taken her virginity and a warm smile crossed her face. �I never imagined�� She whispered breathlessly as he wrapped her in his arms.

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Sunlight flooded into his room and Marc sat up blinking uncomfortably.

�That was one hell of a wet dream�� He mumbled eyeing the impressive pup tent down below and feeling relieved he had somehow managed NOT to mess his sheets. Yawning loudly, he padded over to his computer and switched off the music before heading downstairs to see if there was anything in the fridge he could use for breakfast.

He found Callie in the kitchen doing the dishes and a slight grin appeared on his mug. �Hey whaddaya up to today?� He asked conversationally eyeing her lush ass.

Glancing over her shoulder, Callie said, �Oh the usual, I�m heading off to the mall with the girls in an hour or so. Probably a movie if there�s anything worth watching on. You?�

�I�m debating on whether I should bludge in front of the telly or wander over to Allen�s and see what he�s up to.� He replied. �Any pizza left?�

�Check the fridge.�

�Ta.�

Drying her hands on the dish towel, Callie said, �Kay, all done, I�m going to take a shower and then I�m off. Do you want anything I can pick up on the way? Cigarettes etcetera?�

�Nah thanks, I�m good for the moment. You might want to pick up some coke or something if you�ve got space. There�s a bottle of bourbon around here somewhere that I plan to kill this weekend.�

�I�ll get a bottle if I remember to. Catch you later tonight then.�

�Yeah see ya.�

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Marc opened the front door and ambled into the lounge. It was almost nine o�clock. He�d opted to go annoy Allen after consulting the TV guide and they�d done the usual city trip. Lots of wandering around the usual haunts and a couple of hours worth of 8 ball later, he was knackered.

�Hey mother,� he called out. �Your dero son�s home again.�

�LeAnn�s over at dad�s,� He heard Callie�s voice from down the passage. �She�ll probably spend the night there so it�s just us for the rest of the weekend.�

�Okay, I�m bushed, I need a shower then I�m off to bed, see you in the morning.�

�Yeah, goodnight.�

Marc wearily climbed up the stairs and made for the bathroom.

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Half an hour later he flopped into bed and just after he�d flicked off his bedside lamp noticed movement in his peripheral vision.

Callie stood motionless just outside his door, wearing her little cotton vest and pajama bottoms. �Hey Marc�� she whispered softly into the gloom. �Can I come in for a bit?�