****** Mark and Chris VIII: End of School, Start of a Education by
                           teybl@hotmail.com ******
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Mark and Chris VIII: End of School, Start of a Education


Mark shut the door of his car, and rolled his neck in what was becoming a
trademark movement for him ever since he had been in a car accident two months
ago. Ms Hallmacker, his parents, his friends, sister, boss, and now even Chris
all wanted him to go to a doctor, something he abhorred as weakness, and had
only decided to do after Chris had told him that to do otherwise was simply
stupid.

"When is your appointment?" And Chris would not forget either, which he made
clear as they walked towards the apartment, both still dressed rather
presentable in suits and ties, having just come from the law firm where they
both worked as couriers, and whatever else was needed of them.

"Tomorrow...get of my back."

"OK... as long as you don't fuck the doc, too."

"Fuck you." Mark stopped, and looked at Chris in the slowly fading sunlight.
Summer was in full bloom now, and it was still light out at this time.

"Something bothering you about my love life?"

"Love life? The big Mark using such terms now?" Chris chuckled as he came level
with his friend, pulling of his sunglasses, and waiting until Mark did the
same.

"No, but women are seemingly just falling all over themselves to fuck you."

"Fuck you! Not my fault I'm a stud. If you would stop fucking my sister for a
moment..." Mark fell silent as he noticed a car starring at him from across the
street.

"Is that Reba's car?" He pointed, and as soon as Chris saw it, he nodded.

"And that right there looks like Ashley's. And there is Rachel's." They both
looked around, then looked at each other.

"Is it your anniversary with my little foot?" Mark pulled out his Palm Pilot,
and began checking dates, as Chris racked his brain, trying to think what he
had forgotten. The realization hit him much harder then anything like that
would.

"Much worse."

"What is it?"

"Just pray I'm wrong..." He almost stumbled towards the door, thrusting his key
into the door, and pushed it open. He stepped into the living room, and almost
screamed, something prevented only by the rapid entry of Mark, and the booming
of his voice before Chris had enough air to do so himself.

"WHAT THE HELL!!"

Before them spread out a room full of girls... a quick count put the number at
11, with noises coming from the bathroom and kitchen. They where sitting either
on the floor, the couch, or at the dinning table, with pizza and soft drinks
spread out on the living room, as well as dinning table. The large TV that
dominated the room was playing, the DVD player feeding it Titanic, a movie both
boys despised. 22 eyes locked on two angry Marines, and from the table came
Reba's rather coy voice, trying to calm her brother.

"Welcome home."

Mark was in a quiet rage. His sister had done something neither of them had
ever done before. She had violated his sacred trust. He wanted to jump up and
down and scream, go for the gun so very well concealed in the small of his back
and chase them all out, he wanted to go ballistic, but before he could, Chris
had grabbed him, and pushed him into the hallway that lead to their rooms, and
into his room.

"Sit."

"Chris, this really ain't..."

"SIT!" Chris did not raise his voice, simply the level of authority in it, and
the look in his eyes. Mark sat on his bed, then stood back up and hung up his
suit jacket, pacing the room. Noises of bodies and chairs moving could be heard
from the other room.

"I'm going to go out there, and tell them to relax. It's cool. They finish the
movie, clean up, and leave. Then we talk to Reba about this. I'll handle it.
You relax, and don't do anything stupid."

Their eyes meet. Both of them where afraid of appearing weak in front of the
other, the only person they could ever feel this way about. Mark only nodded.

It took 2 hours before the girls had finished the movie, talking about it, and
cleaned up, which meant Mark did not emerge again for two hours. Finally Reba
walked into his room, and sat on the bed, her eyes downcast, and waited for
what she was sure would be her big brothers worst yelling yet.

"Talk to me." His voice was cold, just like she expected. Somehow that didn't
help.

"Today was the last day of school, you know that. We all had our final exam,
and where just messing around in the parking lot, happy as can be, when I got
this idea to come here and just chill out." Her eyes meet Marks for just a
second, then went down again, and she continued.

"It's so close, and I had a key, and Rebecca had the Titanic DVD in her car. I
knew you had a player here, and Chris had said you all wouldn't be home until
late tonight, so I figured I could have everything cleaned up, and explain it
when you got home."

"So you knew it was wrong, and you would have to explain it, but you did it
anyway."

"Mark, I feel bad enough, OK. You don't need to make it any worse."

Mark whirled around, and covered the distance between them in one leap.

"I THINK YOU ARE wrong. WE TOLD YOU no parties here when we are not here. WE
TOLD YOU the rules. AND YOU BROKE THE RULES, knowingly, and willingly. HOW AM I
supposed to trust you now." His eyes where on fire as he stood over his little
sister, his voice rising and falling with the way he moved his hands, his
entire body animate and telling her the story he didn't need to tell.

"Reba, our ENTIRE relationship HAS ALWAYS been built upon YOU trusting ME, and
ME trusting YOU! We have never betrayed each other, and never lied to each
other..."

"I didn't lie! I wasn't going to!" Tears where streaking down her face, as she
pounded her fists into the sheets, and jumped up.

"I'm sorry I disappointed you, I never meant to! You know I never wanted to
disappoint you! Always in your shadow, I've always just been your little
sister, and I never wanted to disappoint you! I'm so sorry!" She ran down the
hall, taking all of two steps before she ran into Chris chest. He held her
tight, dragging her into his room, and dropping her on the bed before he
returned to lean in Marks doorway, trying to show a relaxedness he did not
feel.

"You don't have to yell at her like that, you know..."

"Listen Chris, you may have whatever relationship with my little sister that
you want, BUT she is still MY little sister, and I am still the one that
carries the RESPONSIBILITY for her, always has, and always will. She is my
little foot, and I would appreciate you staying out of my business in that
matter."

Chris nodded. Mark was...eccentric, wherever it came to Reba. Like a Lion
defending cubs, he would lash out in a heartbeat, and destroy anybody or
anything that might possibly, by some random chance be a threat to his little
sister. Every boy at their school had lived in fear of being marked as a
possible danger to his sister.

"I see that, and I agree. But you have to agree that she is getting older. You
have been that parental figure for a long time. Only two years separate you,
and she is spreading her wings. Yes, she made a mistake. But it is not our
place to punish her. Let's talk to her about it, and let it be done. I live
here, too, you know..." "Listen, I don't give a fuck where you live, what you
think, or what your opinion might be on how to handle this, she is my sister,
and I will handle the overall strategy on how to deal with her in the confines
of making mistakes when it comes to anything relating to rules of the road, or
growing up..."

"Mark, listen to yourself!

You sound like a jealous father! Yes, she fucked up, OK! But we don't need to
make it a fucking big issue!" They stood, facing each other, both breathing
heavy. They had both instinctively assumed a hunched, forward, aggressive body
posture. Neither of them could really remember the last time they had fought.
Neither wanted to fight right now.

"Go make sure she's OK. I'm going running."

Chris nodded. Running always cleared Marks head. He hoped it would now, as he
retreated to his room, where Reba was sitting on his bed, looking at him with
huge eyes.

"I don't want the two of you to fight over me."

"Don't worry about it baby." Chris dropped down next to her, and pulled her
close into his chest, cradling her like a little child, his fingers running
through her hair.

"You OK?"

"NO! Mark is upset at me. I didn't mean to..."

"Reba, don't worry about it. He'll get over it." She looked at him, then rolled
over, and laid atop her boyfriend, her head on his chest, listening to his
heart beating. "Your heart is beating fast."

"Yeah...it does that after I have to argue with my girlfriends brother. Don't
worry about it, I'm fine. He'll be fine. You'll be fine. Everything will be
cool." Chris was known for being a optimist.

"Whatever you say." She rolled over, and looked down at Chris, who had closed
his eyes, and was breathing slowly.

"Anyways, school is out, and I need your help."

"With what?"

"Finding a job." One eye opened, and Chris peered up at her.

"You want a reference?" "Something like that."

"Those don't come free, you know..."

Reba smiled, her lips finally meeting his as her hands began to unbuckle his
pants. "Don't worry, I'll convince both heads..."

Mark stopped at the pathway that lead to their apartment, and looked at the
cars rowed up in front of him. To the far left was Chris silver-gray Camaro,
next to Reba's green Contour, followed by his own black Camaro. Was that what
was happening? He shook his head.

"Thinking to much about this crap," he told himself as he walked into the
living room. He smelled it the second he closed the door. The sweet fragrance
only one woman he knew wore, and his mood went up immediately. Taking quiet,
slow steps, he approached his door, and peeked in, before walking into the
bedroom.

"Hey." Marva Hallmacker was sitting on his bed, papers spread out around her,
and her laptop sitting atop the pillow. Ever since she found out that he lived
no 5 minutes from school, and that the boys basically lived with a open door,
she stopped by once in a while, and would sit on his bed while doing whatever
work teachers do after school.

"Hi."

"Chris told me you would be back eventually...you OK?" Her eyes showed actual
concern, as did her voice. He dropped onto the floor, and pulled of his T-
shirt, socks, and shoes, before beginning his stretching exercises, followed by
exactly 100 pushups, never more, never less, before he rolled over, and grinned
at the woman on his bed.

"Yeah, I'm fine...say...you want to take a shower with me?"

Chris moaned, no longer able to contain it, as hard as he tried. It had started
at least half a hour ago, but time quickly became a rather abstract concept
when Reba went down on him. She had started by sucking on him the way only she
could, creating a virtual vacuum in her mouth, and wrapping her tongue his
dick, teasing the head. Then she backed off, just before he came, and stripped
for him. Just when he went to grab her, she pulled away, and pushed him back.
"My show..." Dropping to her knees before him, she began to suck on him again,
this time slower and easier, tonguing the shaft, and teasing his balls with her
tongue. Bobbing her head up and down, she had gotten his cock dripping with her
own saliva, before sitting up, taking his dick between her tits. With their
eyes locked, she began to tit-fuck him, her lips mouthing silent words of love
to him, as his hands crushed the sheets in his grip, not sure how long he could
hold back.

Finally she moved back down, and took him all the way down her throat. Her
muscles moved the way she wanted them to, and she massaged the head, opening
and closing, as her fingers gently scratched his balls, her other hand
fingering herself, something that always drove him crazy.

When the moan finally escaped his lips, he was just about to cum. Reba felt it
to, and just before he was ready to explode down her throat, she pulled back,
rolling across the floor and giggling. She could hear water running through the
wall to Marks bathroom, something that distracted her for just a second...all
Chris needed.

"Enough playing around!" He might have been riled up, but his body still moved
the way he wanted it to. The distance between them was covered in one leap, and
he pinned her own the floor. Reba fought back with her arms, but willingly
spread her legs, wrapping them around his waist, and pulling him in.

Their lips meet, tongues fighting for supremacy in a battle they both knew who
would win, as he pounded into her, her arms being held down to the soft carpet
by the stronger Marine.

His hips mashed into hers, as he began a wild fuck feast of slam fucking her on
the floor. Each thrust evoked a louder moan from her lips, as her clit was
continuously being rubbed by the angle he was entering her at.

"Why...do...you always...fuck me as...if you...where trying...to rape me!?!"
She could hardly gather the air to speak, as their eyes meet in a break from
the fiery kissing.

"Cause it's so much fun!" He increased the pace, and locked his lips on hers
again, each thrust strong and hard, pinning her down with his body.

Marva looked at the left tray hanging from "condiments basket" (Marks term for
the shower basket that hung on the wall of his shower), and giggled.

"You're prepared. Even have female hair care products. Your sister advise you?"
They held each other, and kissed long and softly, as he pushed her under the
stream of pulsing warm water.

Mark did not answer, in the back of his head remembering that most of it was
Cassies, instead he just reached down, and cupped her ass, picking her up and
pushing her against the wall. Using his weight and upperbody strength, he held
her still, as he kissed and bit her neck, working down her chest, until he got
to her nipples, and began to suckle and nibble on them.

"Ohhhh, baby!"

Reba was trying to fight it, but she couldn't. She just loved the way he fucked
her! The scream rose from her heart, and filled the room, as she orgasmed, her
entire pelvic shaking from the force.

But Chris would not be stopped. He pounded into her a couple more times,
driving her even higher, and coming close to losing it himself. Just before he
did, he grabbed her hair, and pulled her up, as he pulled out, and jammed his
cock into her mouth.

Reba moaned past his dick in her mouth, and immediately sucked it down her
throat, as if to swallow it whole. It was to much for Chris, who exploded the
second her throat closed. Wad after wad of cum shoot down her throat, and she
obediently swallowed it all.

He wanted to collapse, but he picked her up, and they laid on the back,
cuddling each other.

"So...do I get what I want?"

"Didn't you just do that?" He rolled over, and looked at her, his left hand
looking for the TV remote.

"No, I mean for my job search, dummy!" She pouted, and punched his arm.

"Ouch! Spousal abuse...where do you want to work?"

"Simple, idiot...I want the office job at your firm."

Mark had slowly worked his way down, her legs over his shoulders, as she
literally sat on his face. Just the way he liked it. His tongue snaked out,
found her clit, and went to work. Flicking, licking, sucking, and nibbling, he
sent her higher and higher. His tongue teased her, backed off, then assaulted
her clit again, driving her up, higher, higher, then bringing her down when he
trust his tongue up her ass, making her moan out loud. Her fingers ran through
his hair, trying to hold on, trying to hold back,

She just gave up on trying, as he squeezed her clit with his tongue, one finger
probing her ass. Her cum ran across his face, the hot water mixing with it as
she came in a torrent all over her youthful lover. He stood up, kissing and
caressing her, his hands gently toying with her hair and face.

"Uhmmm, look what we have here...," she moaned, as she grasped his shaft, and
began to slowly pump it, causing him to close his eyes, and moan into her neck
as he bit it. Slowly she pushed him back against the cold glass wall of the
shower, and turned. Keeping a hold of him, she bent over, and rubbed it up and
down her pussy.

"You want that?" She looked over her shoulder, licking her lips and batting her
eyes. Mark slowly leaned forward, cupping her tits, and biting her shoulder.

"Ohhhh, yeah!"

Slowly he pushed into her, her hands on the opposing wall, as she controlled
the entry. His hips meet her ass, and slowly he began to pump in and out, as
her cunt squeezed his hard dick.

Flicking her nipples, and rolling them between wet fingers, he slowly increased
the tempo, pulling almost all the way back, then pushing back in with a quick
thrust. Each elicited a slow moan from his woman, as she moved herself back and
forth, stimulating her clit for more and more. His lips came to her ear, as he
began to whisper to her, telling her what a slut she was, something that always
turned her on.

Mark could feel it, the tightness in his balls, and as her fingers lightly
scratched his balls, he knew she felt it as well. Her ass pushed back, and her
cunt clamped down on him, as he pushed all the way into her with strong, piston
like pushes.

"OHHHHHHHHHHH, YEAH!" It happened to quick for him to control it, as all of a
sudden he surged up, and came in her tight pussy. His hands grabbed her hips,
and he pumped wave after wave of cum into her. She moaned out loud, squeezing
his balls, milking him. He kept pumping into her, his hips still fucking her,
and before he knew it, she came with him, grabbing a hold of the shower door to
keep herself from falling.

"Uhmmm, goody!"

"So...you actually gonna use some soap while we are in here?" She smiled as she
stood up and came into his arms.

"The possibilities..." They both giggled as he reached for the soap.

"You know, the city chorus concert is tomorrow." Reba was standing in the
doorway of the kitchen, looking at the two boys who dominated her life.

"Uhmmm...damn baby, you got allot of concerts going down here lately!" Chris
only shook his head, trying to roll of the decision, as he stuffed more corn in
his mouth, hoping Mark would save him.

Mark did not rise to the challenge, instead feeding Marva a spoonful of
vegetables , then shrugging.

"It's the summer. Summer camp is next, and then come like 5 or 6 in a row." He
knew this drill, since it had been the same basically ever since his sister had
started singing, many, many years ago.

"Fine, we'll be there."

"Cool. You can come if you want to, Marva."

"I would love...ouch!" She looked at Mark, who had pinched her under the table.

"Excuse me, and why can't I come?"

"I didn't want to go, that's why!" He shook his head, then shrugged again.
"Ohhh well, I guess I'll be there." The boys eyes meet, and even through the
tension between them that moment, they agreed that once again they where in
trouble because of a woman. It was something Mark began to regret more the
second he stepped into the Auditorium of the small local college the concert
was held in. His eyes swept the crowd the way he always did, and he recognized
Sylvia even from behind.

"I see her, relax and move left, we'll sit in the back." Chris was bringing up
the rear, and he could feel his friends discomfort, without seeing it.

"Who?" Marva was holding Marks hand, and her eyes traced the looks.

"Don't worry about it. I'm really not in the mood for another showdown!" Mark
was almost enraged at himself, for being stuck here now, with her. And Cassie
would be onstage. One more look confirmed her worst fears...her husband was
here as well.

"Wouldn't that be fun...but don't worry, I won't draw down on you. It would
make us even though." Chris thought that was hilarious, as Mark gave him the
finger, pulling Marva down in the backrow, and sinking deep into the seat.

"Can I know what's going on?" She was almost annoyed now.

"No. Sit down and enjoy the show." She looked skyward, then marveled at their
ability to finish each others sentences even when they where obviously still
upset at each other.

It worked until after the concert, as they walked through the foyer, heading
towards the backdoor to pick up Reba. Mark felt it before he heard it, and
turned to put himself between Marva and Sylvia, as Chris put his hand on the
older woman's shoulder, and gently lead her away from the circling former
lovers.

"Nice to see you, Mark."

"The pleasure is all mine." His eyes dipped once, then meet hers again. "Since
you never called me, and you look good..." He dropped it as her husband
approached. It was pointless, he learned 5 seconds later.

"Ray, this is Corporal Mark Fields, United States Marine Corps., you saw him on
the news not to long ago, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did." The hostility was clear the second he spoke. Mark wanted to step
back and assume a more defendable stance, but he refused to give up ground. He
even stuck out his hand.

"Nice to see you again, sir." The introduction had been unnecessary, they knew
each other from Cassie and Reba's long friendship, as well as Mark dating
Cassie. The hand was not accepted.

"I want you to know that I know what went down, you asshole. You better be
fucking glad my wife did not get knocked up, or I would knock you out." The man
was almost breathing fire, as he stepped up, his shorter frame not quiet
allowing him to level his eyes at Mark from this distance. But his nose was
still only about 3 inches from Marks, which was way to close for the black
youth.

"Back up." Marks voice was simply calm, icy, but calm. The man complied without
thinking about it.

"Your wife came on to me, so I'll admit, we are both culpable here."

"Fuck you, Mark. I know some of the people you work with, and you can be damn
sure of what I'll do..."

"And reveal your wife fucked around on you? Or what is your story? That I raped
her? Where is the police report? Where is the outcry?" Mark was sick of it, and
moved forward, crowding Ray now.

"Fuck you Ray. You could not give Sylvia what she needed, what she wanted.

So I stepped up to the plate, and I nailed the home run. Bad
judgment...probably. Bad decision in how I handled it with Cassie and her?

Definitely. But regardless, your wife wanted something only I could give her."
He smirked at the man, who had backed away at the sudden verbal and physical
assault of the younger man. Mark was taller then Ray by at least 5 inches, and
though they probably where close in weight, on Marks side it was muscle, on
Rays flab.

"And you know what they say...once they go black...they never go back." He
turned, and stalked away from the stunned couple, heading towards his giggling
friend, and mortified sister.

Chris could not stop laughing, even as they walked outside.

"That, was funny!" He stopped, and almost doubled over, he was laughing so
hard. "I fail to see the humor." Reba was more pissed then amused. "Not my
fault, baby." He stood up, and kissed Reba on the lips, before giggling again.

"I'm out...you taking her home?" Mark pointed to Reba, and meet eyes with
Chris, who sobered up, and nodded.

"Yeah, I got it." They nodded at each other, as Chris lead Reba off towards the
back to recover her costume and song-book from behind stage.

"It grates you, don't it?" Marva was leaning on the door of Marks Camaro, since
the T-tops had been removed, taking her ability to lean on the roof.

"Yeah. But I'll get over it. All I want...fuck it! Lets go have sex." He slid
into the car, and the second her door closed it, the deep growl of the Z28
filled the tree lined alley. "You know he wants us to break up." Reba sounded
resigned as they walked into the dressing room just behind and below stage.

"No, he does not! He is just upset. He is afraid he lost face yesterday.
Typical guy thing." Chris waved it off, and looked around. The room was empty,
as everybody else had already left. He stepped up behind Reba, and wrapped his
arms around her.

"Everything will be fine."

She turned in his arms, and they kissed gently. It lead to another kiss, and a
building urgency. Reba pushed him back, onto the couch, and kneeled atop him,
her choir skirt riding up to her waist, as he smiled up at her.

"Everything will be OK, I promise." Their lips meet again, and he reached down,
realizing that his baby was not wearing any panties.

"Ohhh, dirty girl." His hand reached back, and he smacked her ass. She moaned
out, and pushed her self against him.

One hand snaked up under the tight red choir sweater, and played with her tits,
as the other smacked her ass again. She exhaled sharply, and Chris knew he had
her. Slowly, with rhythm matched by the hand squeezing her tits, he spanked
her, nibbling on her ear, and whispering to her all the things the "bad" girl
had done to deserve them. She moaned with each, until she could take it no
longer. Her head dipped, bowing before him, pressing her forehead under his
chin in the sign of submission in their relationship, whispering softly.

"Love me."

Chris gently shifted her on his lap, picking her up and re-sitting her, their
lips meeting again. Her hands reached down, and rubbed his growing bulge
through the khaki pants he was wearing. Slowly she opened the zipper, and
reached into his boxers, as he slowly pulled up her sweater, slipping it off,
and going to work on the blouse found underneath. By the time the second button
was open, she had his cock out. By the time he was getting to four, she was
sliding up and down his shaft, lubbing it with her own juices. He opened the
final button, and reached in, unhooking her bra, before he leaned back, and let
her have control.

Reba sat up, and slowly sank down onto Chris hard shaft. Slowly, slowly,
slowly, she took it all the way in. Each little bit seemed to only make her
want it more, but she resisted, until their hips and lips meet again.

"I love you."

"I love you, too, baby." Chris smiled at his woman, as his arms wrapped around
her, and she began to slowly ride up and down on him. Their lips never left
each other, their tongues softly dancing from her mouth to his and back, as she
picked up the pace, slowly, slowly, slowly, taking what she wanted, what she
needed.

Chris slid one hand down her back, cupping and squeezing her ass, but letting
her control the rhythm. The other played with her tits, gently squeeze,
massaging and caressing, until she just could not hold out anymore.

With one loud cry, she began to fuck herself onto her man, slamming her hips
down, as his rose up to meet her. Each buck was like a bronco, slamming his
cock up into her, and bouncing his baby like a ragdoll. She moaned louder, and
grabbed a hold of his shoulders, trying to regain control of herself. She
failed, and could only try to breathe with the rhythm he now dictated, as he
fucked her as he wished.

Reba knew it was happening. It did everytime he took control of her, as his
cock pounded into her, his lips and teeth left their marks on his body, and as
she felt the trembling in his cock.

Suddenly one finger, then another was up her ass, spreading her out, and she
came before she even realized it. Each thrust that followed pushed her higher,
again, again, again, as his fingers fucked her ass in the same rhythm as his
cock pounded into her.

Chris did not even realize it, all of a sudden he exploded in her pussy, as she
shook, wracked by her own orgasm. She screamed his name out, and he could only
moan, as their cum mixed and ran out of her, forming a spot on his pants.

Their bodies clashed one more time, then collapsed as she fell onto of him,
breathing hard, and holding him tight.

"You OK baby?"

"Yeah...uhmmm, you are the greatest."

"Naaah...but we do make a good team."


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