****** Mark and Chris IX: Summer Sun by teybl@hotmail.com ******
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Mark and Chris IX: Summer Sun


The annual gathering of the Fields clan always took place at the same time, at
the same place, and could have been scripted. At least that was what Mark
thought, as he leaned up against the door frame at his grandmothers house.
Every year at her birthday. This time it just happened to be her 80's, so the
whole shebang included not only family, but friends, acquaintances, and god
only knew who least She wasn't even his real grandmother, he always thought at
times like these. His bio-father was lost somewhere, last heard from in
Chicago. But Billy had raised him, and Mark carried his name now, so this was
his clan, and this his traditions. Last year had been good, he had missed it
due to his attendance of Marine Corps. Recruit Training.

"So, how is life treating you?" Mark turned, and found himself face to face
with some old woman. This happened every year. People who remembered him when
"you where about this tall, and did this, that, and the other thing..." And he
never had a clue who they where, so he played along, and always stayed mobile.
There was security in movement, speed, and being invisible. Being black in a
sea of whites did not help, since that made him stand out, and people remember
that.

His only consolance was that Reba felt the same way, but at least this was her
blood. He shook his head, and looked around for his little foot. Not to be
seen. His parents where standing with Billy's siblings, obviously talking about
some good news. Like every year. When you raise a family of 3 boys, 3 girls,
and they all go forth into the business world to build on the wealth the family
already has, most gathers turned into showing off who had made more money this
year.

Picking up a glass of ice tea, he walked out the front door, and down the
stairs to the drive way. Every year the front lawn looked like the parking lot
of a luxury car dealership, and this was no different. BMW's, Mercedes, Lexus,
and Cadillacs filled the slots, along with the Porshes, 'vettes, and other
sports cars of those still single and showing it. Bigger families ( as well as
the more settled among the bunch) arrived in Suburbans and now, Expeditions and
Navigators. The street was filled in each direction, but then again, this was a
gated country club. Sounds coming from his own car lead him that way, and as he
approached, he could see that his trunk was open, along with the passenger side
door. At least 3 girls where sitting inside, with another hanging out the
trunk, one squatting next to the passenger door, and one leaning in the driver
window. Music was blasting from the system, and he could see Reba in the driver
seat.

"Hey ya'll."

"Hey cousin Mark," was the overall response. He looked down at Reba, and
smiled.

"This why you needed to get something out of the car?" She nodded shyly, and he
shook his head, smiling. He turned, and the conversation in the car returned to
its principal topic, the main topic in Reba's life no matter where she
was...the love of her life, Chris

"Don't you ever grow tired of talking of him?"

"No! How could I ever?" She smiled at him the way only a little sister can
smile at her older brother, and he shook his head. Whatever made her happy. But
he still felt the tension between himself and Chris everytime they where
together. Their mother appeared in the door, and waved them over. Time for the
ceremonial dinner. Mark frowned, straightened his tie, and headed back into the
breach.

Chris was standing on the porch, leaning up against the rail, a glass in his
one hand, the other lazily flipping a throwing star over and over. It was a
memoir from the boys last beach vacation here at his parents beach house. Mark
had bought it, and then proceeded to teach himself how to use it, before giving
it to Chris. Just the way he had always imagined brothers would behave. Which
they where, in all but blood. Which was why he was certain
their..."disagreement" would blow over. He flipped it up, and used it to gently
push up his sunglasses as a dust cloud became apparent at the entrance to the
beach front community. That could only mean one thing. He smiled, and slowly
walked down the steps to the driveway, watching from next to his car. Several
seconds later, Marks black Camaro came shooting around the corner, and
fishtailed neatly into a straight line. The boy floored it, and then stepped on
the brakes, bringing the car to a stop exactly 2 feet from Chris shin's.

"Nice driving."

"Ain't it! Fucking A!" Mark jumped out, grabbed the glass out of Chris hand,
and downed the entire drink. "Shit! How can you drink that mess? I hope you
brought the Southern Comfort!" Mark turned back around, and began to unload, as
Reba slowly approached her man.

"Hey baby..."

"Hey sweety.." They landed in each others arms, and began to kiss slowly, with
building passion, until Mark interrupted them.

"Hey love birds...you can continue as soon as I know..." He was cut off by
Chris pointing to the beach. Mark walked around the house, and found the ice
chest, with a glass carefully set inside, his drink already mixed. You could
rely on Chris, even if he was a asshole.

"My man." He toasted the seagulls, and tried to drown the memory of this years
get-together. It never worked.

Mark might have felt different, if he had known that in the time it had taken
him to get behind the house, Reba and Chris had made it all the way to his
bedroom, stripped naked, and thrown themselves on the bed. Their bodies never
left each other, as they kissed, licked, and caressed each other. Chris managed
to pin her down, and kissed every inch of her skin, his tongue tracing,
caressing, licking, and tasting the sweet scent of his baby.

"Ohhh, not now, later! FUCK ME!" Reba had a urgency in her voice that he loved!
His tongue continued its treck across her skin, finding her cunt, and lapping
at it like a dog. Slowly he worked it inside, and began to eat her out in
earnest. Flicking her clit, he sucked on her lips, nibbling them, and sucking
them gently. His hands shot up, and held her down, stopping her from fighting
what he wanted. She cried out, trashing around on the bed, as he stroked her
clit, deeper and deeper, pushing her higher and higher. His tongue darted left
and right, doing just what she liked, seemingly touching her everywhere at
once. Each thrust of his tongue elicited another sharp moan, until she finally
could not take it anymore. Wrapping her legs around her mans head, she pressed
him down into her cunt, playing with her tits, and moaning out loud.

Chris took the invitation, and began to drive his tongue in and out, eating her
over and over, sucking her clit, then flicking it, then nibbling it, before
doing the same to her lips, and finally starting his cycle all over again.

Reba screamed his name, and came. But he didn't stop, kept going, and did it
over, over, and over. She could not control it, and came again. Still he did
not stop. She lost count, as he kept going, eating her like a famished man, as
if his life depended on it. A loud scream left her lips, and she began to spasm
on the bed, out of control, her eyes rolled back in her head.

"Ohhhhhhh god....CHRIS!" She lost all track of time, everything was blurry, and
all she could do was scream, until he gave her a slight break.

"Stop! YOU'RE KILLING ME!" She tried to catch her breath, trying not to
hyperventilate. Chris was silent, until she could feel his head turning between
her legs.

"Uhmm, excuse me...I'm suffocating." He tried to add some gasping, which only
lead to cold air blowing across her shaven pussy, and she moaned again, as she
opened her legs.

"I thought you can hold your breath for three minutes." At least that what they
claimed to have learned in Dive School.

"I can. How long do you think I was down there?" He wrapped her up in his arms,
and they kissed, Reba tasting herself on his lips and face.

"Uhmmmmm, I do taste rather good."

"Definitely. Very delicious."

"You expanding into French now." They kissed again, tongues teasing each other
back and forth.

"In certain areas."

"Ohhhhh." She rolled over, pulling him atop her, and they started again.

Mark had decided several month ago that he had a talent for cooking, and ever
since then, he had been experimenting with different foods. His current
obsession was breakfast, something Chris tolerated since it meant that he
didn't have to eat cereal all the time. Reba wasn't so sure about her brothers
new passion, and unlike Marva, who with the loyalty of a good girlfriend (Reba
wasn't sure if that was the correct label) ate anything he cooked, she didn't
feel the urge to instigate food poisoning based on family ties.

"Are you sure this is edible?" She eyed the...food...on her plate rather
suspiciously. Her normal breakfast consisted of a apple, maybe cereal if she
felt like it. Now there was something that consisted of eggs, some meat, and
only god and Mark knew what else placed before her. Her brother and Chris where
each on their second serving, but then again, they would eat anything. Marva
had eaten her portion, congratulated Mark, and gone to change into her bathing
suit. So now Reba considered herself alone with this...food.

"Sure thing. I cooked it!" Mark sounded rather triumphant at having conquered
another recipe.

"I don't know...less hot sauce next time." Chris poured himself another glass
of milk, and dug in again.

"You put hot sauce in this?" Reba pushed her plate a little further away. The
boys obsession with Texas Pete Hot sauce was famous, or rather infamous.

"Of course. I put hot sauce in everything I cook. Chris used to, but you
spoiled him." Mark tapped his friend on the head, pulled Reba's plate towards
them, splitting it two ways, and eating his half, while Chris devoured the
other.

"Can we go to the beach now, or do you have any other culinary suicide tricks
we need to try."

"I get no support." Mark began to clean off the table, as Chris stretched, and
opened the backdoor, which lead down to the beach.

"Nobody stopping you."

"You coming with me? Sex on the beach without a partner is so boring..."

Mark looked up and down the beach. Honestly, he hated beaches. Actually, he
hated sand. It had everything to do with boot camp. The infamous Parris Island
Pits had left a lasting mark on him. He rolled over, and admired Ms Hallmackers
bikini, or lack thereof. It was somewhere between bright orange and pink, a
kind of faded/stripped pattern, which covered next to nothing. If he had felt
more attachment towards her, he would have been jealous at the men who walked
by and stared. Currently she was laying on her stomach, reading some book about
the civil war (a obsession of hers, he had learned ), while the her ass slowly
worked to expose more and more of itself to the sun. Not that much had been
hidden to begin with, and her cheeks had been tempting him all afternoon. Just
like her breasts, where only the nipples, and little else had been covered by
the bikini. And she had large tits to begin with.

"You thinking about our relationship again?"

"Huh...how did you know?" He rolled over, leaning half onto her back, and laid
his head on her hot skin.

"You had that look on your face, like you always do, right before you give me a
real quizzical look, and when I ask you what, you say nothing. I'm a teacher,
with a minor in psychology, I know these things." She flipped the page, and
kept reading, knowing that the less interested she seemed, the more he would
talk about it.

"OK, so lets talk about it."

"Say your part." She flipped the page again, the closed the book, and looked at
her lover. "Mark, we are not...a couple. I don't want us to be, not yet. You
don't want us to be, maybe never. I just got divorced, and you got out of a
relationship that was a emotional roller coaster, in addition to your
little...fling...with Mrs. Sylvia. You fuck other people, and I might do that,
too, someday. We are great friends, and we talk about everything, and when we
go out, have a great time. You are great person, a fun person, a great dancer,
have a hot ass, can kiss kinda good, and know how to eat pussy like few others.
And you are...I guess B+ in bed."

"Kinda...B+?" Mark sat up, and looked at her with a combination of outrage and
shock. "Listen woman..."

"I'm kidding. Don't get your panties all up in a wad." She shook her head, and
laughed to herself. He grumbled something to himself about women, something she
had learned to ignore.

"Don't worry about a thing. I am a big girl, once things change I'll talk to
you about it. Your only relationship with a older woman ever was based on lying
to everybody around you, except Chris. It's not that way with me. We are
discreet, but we don't lie. So don't worry. Everything will be fine." She
smiled at him, and after a while, he smiled back.

"Now come down here and kiss me." He did that, too.

The dunes spread out in various heights in all directions. Chris had always
come here as a kid, to think, to get away, and later with Mark to sit and talk.
Now he lay on a blanket spread out beneath him (he had purposefully laid so
that his body covered tweeties head...he was getting kinda tired of Reba's
tweety obsession), with Reba kneeling above him, giggling down at him.

"OK, close your eyes." He did, and she began to kiss him, starting at his
forehead, and slowly, sensually, moving down. Moist lips caressed his skin
across his face, neck, and chest. Each shoulder came next, followed by his abs,
and she began to slowly pull down his swim trunks. He moaned out, as she
reached inside, and found what she was looking for. His shorts came halfway
down, before she almost swallowed him whole. Moving her throat up and down on
the head, she sucked on him, her tongue flicking around and around, driving him
crazy. She giggled past the shaft in her mouth, and closed the back of her
throat, squeezing him, and watched as his eyes screwed shut, as he tried not to
scream out loud. Closing her lips, she sucked on him, holding her breath as
long as she could, before releasing him. They both gasped for air, and she
continued to hold him down, something she knew was based on only on his
continued allowance of her to do so.

Raising up her hips, he could see that while kissing him, she had pulled off
the bottom of her beige bikini. Her hips hovered above his dick, and she moved
down just enough to feel him at her lips, rolling them back and forth, teasing
him. A slow growling rose from his lungs, and she knew what it meant. Without
hesitation, she dropped herself, impaling herself on his hard cock. Both hands
pressed down on his chest, as she began to ride him in earnest, bouncing up and
down on his hips. Each thrust made her cry out a little, as he began to fuck
back at her with his hips. She moaned, as they both started to sweat. His hands
came up, and grabbed her ass, squeezing her cheeks. One hand came up, and
rubbed her tits, twisting her nipples through the thin material. She went
faster, faster, faster, as she began to squeeze her muscles, squeezing his dick
in her cunt.

He moaned out, and simply let it go, exploding in her pussy. She cried out,
unable to control it, and came with him. Their bodies shook, as they spent
themselves onto each other. Finally Reba cried out again, and collapsed atop
her lover. Finally he stopped.

"Uhmmm. We should write a book." Chris wrapped her up, and kissed her softly,
as his cock grew soft, and slipped out of her. Pulling up his shorts, he
reached into the basket behind her, and pulled out a small blue box.

"And what will we call it?"

"I don't know, but lets open a new chapter." He handed her the box, and watched
her face go from shock, to excitement, to flattery as she accepted it.

"What is it?" Her eyes had grown huge, as she flipped the box around and
around, looking at the silk ribbon holding it closed.

"That...is a surprise!" He propped himself up on his elbow, and smiled. Reba
kissed him, kissed him again, and one more time, before she was able to open
the box. Inside she found a ring, on one of those black velvet dicks, around
the base of which lay a small necklace. She gasped, and Chris could see a tear
forming in the corner of her eye. Leaning up, he kissed it away, holding her
tight. They embraced, and started kissing again.

"So what's on the agenda tonight?" Marva had read enough for the day, and Mark
could tell from her checking her watch every three minutes that her daily
regime of sun tanning was almost up.

"We be clubbing." He pumped his hands, and watched as his little sister came
running across the beach towards them Chris was behind her, shaking his head,
and breathing deep. He could tell that from this far away, and he wasn't sure
it was a good sign.

"Look, look, LOOK!" Reba sat on her brothers stomach, and proceeded to almost
smack Marva in the face with her left hand, a small gold and silver ring with a
some red stone in the form of a heart twinkling from it in the sun.

"That's pretty...he give it to you?"

"Yeah...it's our six month anniversary!" Reba sounded like a little kid on
Christmas morning, all giddy and way to happy. Mark had by now spotted the
necklace around her neck, a thin golden string around her neck, with a R and a
C intertwined at the base of her neck. Gently pushing her off, he stood up,
shook himself, and walked up to Chris, who had stopped a good 30 feet away.

"Hey."

"Hey...listen, I told her..."

"Yeah, I would like to know exactly what you told her." Marks voice was icy, a
tone Chris had not heard directed at him in that way in years.

"Well..,"he shrugged," we..,"he pointed to the dunes behind him,"well...you
said no details 'bout that part." Mark inclined his head, letting Chris knew
that he understood. "And then...well, I said we should write a book, and she
asked what we would call it, and I had no clue, but said it's time for a new
chapter, or something stupid like that!" He tried to lock eyes with Mark,
something that always allowed them to communicate, but it didn't work this
time. Marks eyes where on fire, and so was he.

"Ok...let me get this straight...my little sister...who is now 16, going close
on 17, is now wearing a ring...given to her by you, and is running around as if
engaged, thinking god knows what! Do you realize that when Keisha got married,
she thought it was the greatest thing this side of the Mississippi!" Mark was
seriously steamed, and he was showing it.

Chris put up his hand, shading his face from the sun. Yes, he remembered
Keisha. She had been one year younger then the two of them, 15 at the time, and
had decided that she wanted to marry a boy name Robert. Now they lived in a
trailer on North side, him working as a mechanic, and her as a gas station
attendant, while they both got their GED's. The two of them had tried
everything, from physically beating Robert, to threating Keisha, to stop the
wedding, but the support of people like Reba (it had been the last major
argument between Mark and Reba) had kept them going.

"This is not the same."

"THE FUCK it is!" Mark threw his hands up, and advanced on his friend.

"Tell me right now, in your words, your feelings for my sister."

"I love her. I think that I have never loved anybody the way I love her. No, I
know that. And I don't know the future, but I could see this being the one."

"Chris...you have dated her for 6 months!"

"Not...really true. We started dating when we got back from PI..." The boys had
graduated the first Friday of September of last year. Mark did a quick
calculation in his head, then simply starred at his friend.

"Are you crazy? You have been fucking her that long..."

"NO MARK. We did not have sex until Prom, and I remind you..."

"YES, I KNOW THAT I sanctioned that date! One of my biggest mistakes ever !"

"Mark, you can not control who your sister dates! She loves me, and I love her.
So as far as I'm concerned, you can go fuck off!"

"FUCK NO! NOT WITH YOU INTERFERING WITH MY LITTLE SISTER! She is my sister, and
I won't let you fuck around like that! I know you Chris! You'll date her for
about a year, give or take a couple months! You'll love her, and she'll fall
heads over heels for you! And then you'll grow tired, cheat on her, hurt her,
and move on! You always do! Every girlfriend you have EVER had At least I don't
take that long to do what I do, I am upfront about it!"

"Yeah, by fucking your girlfriends mother, that's a real winner!" Chris had
advanced on Mark the same way, and about a foot separated the two of them, both
their bodies hunched forward in a aggressive posture they had never assumed
with each other.

"That...has...nothing...to do...with...this." Mark was trying hard to control
himself, and Chris knew he had crossed the line. But he also knew he would not
back down.

"Listen..." He tried to relax, but he wouldn't, not with him like that.

"NO, YOU LISTEN! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT YOU THINK, BUT I KNOW THIS WILL NOT
FUCKING WORK! REBA IS STARTING HER SENIOR YEAR IN HIGH SCHOOL, FOR GODS SAKE!
Chris, think about this! Do you remember our senior year? The things we did?
The trouble we got in? And think about you! College full time, working full
time, AT THE SAME TIME, in addition to our Marine Corps. Duties, and all the
other shit we are involved in! Think, FOR GODS SAKE, THINK!"

"We have nothing to do with how her year will run! If I want to have a
relationship with her like this, and she wants it, THEN WE WILL!" The space
between them had disappeared, as they where almost on top of each other,
screaming. Mark raised his hand, pointing at Chris chest. Stabbing at him, he
started to yell, again, but Chris caught his hand, and deflected it. Without
thinking about it, out of muscle memory, he followed it with a slight push,
trying to gain distance. But now it was Marks turn to react, as he grabbed
Chris hand, twisted, and two of them fell to the ground, both fighting like
animals, neither willing to give up, both trained in taking their opponents to
the ground, and going blow for blow.

"STOP IT, STOP, STOOOOOOP!" Reba could not take it any longer, and jumped up,
running over to them. Marva stopped her before she got there, and dragged her
back.

"Let them go, Reba. Let boys be boys."

"NO! That's my brother and my baby! I don't want them fighting over me !"

"They are, but they are not. They are like that, like dogs, and they need to
reestablish the boundaries of the pack." She pulled Reba back up into the
house, and pressed her down on the couch. Walking into the kitchen, she poured
two drinks, and handed the girl one.

"They'll be fine."

"I don't think so."

"Don't worry about it!" Marva sat down next to her, and wrapped her arms around
the younger girl, pulling her tight up against her, and holding her. Neither of
them had ever had a sister, but both thought that this must be what it felt
like.

"I'm scared."

"For what?"

"Both of them...what if they hate me after this?"

"They won't!" Marva took the younger girls face in her hands, and put her nose
up to hers. "Everything will be fine." Both of them closed their eyes,
foreheads resting against each other.

"What if it is not?" Reba's voice was cracking again, tears rolling down her
cheeks. Marva kissed her forehead, and pulled her tighter. "It will be." Reba
looked up, and they kissed again. Slowly, gently, their tongues meet, exploring
something new. Their hands caressed each other, as Reba found strength in the
older woman, slowly sinking into her body. Marva's lips moved down the young
girls neck, and across her chest, to where her bikini covered her breasts.
Gently, she kissed her nipples through the material, and then moved back up,
until their lips meet again. Both of them where flushed, and both where
breathing heavy.

"This is new."

"Not to me...let me show you something else..." She pulled the girl closer, and
their hands began to explore each other anew. Marva slowly traced her hand
behind the girls back, and released her bra. She did the same to her own, and
then bent down, kissing Reba's tits, and suckling her nipples. The girl moaned,
running her fingers through the woman's hair, wrapping her legs around her
waist. They moved together across the couch, until they where laying side by
side, when Reba pushed her away, and returned the favor. Slowly, she licked her
way from Marva's neck to her breasts, underneath, and around her cleavage,
until she began to suckle on her nipples like a baby. Marva toyed with Reba's
breasts while she was being kissed, then moved one hand down, between her legs.
She was hot and wet, and her finger slipped in easy. The girl moaned out as
Marva found her clit, and gently began to massage and flick it. Reba decided it
was time to return the favor, slipping her own hand between Marva's legs, and
caressing her lips. Running her finger up and down the wet slit, she finally
slipped it inside, and squeezed her clit.

"Wow...yours is bigger then mine!" They both giggled, and kissed again, as they
gave each other pleasure unlike anything they had ever experienced. It happened
to Reba first. Growing, like fire spreading out in circles, she moaned, arching
her back, trying to evade it, but couldn't. Shaking, she orgasmed,
involuntarily squeezing down on Marvas clit. This sent the other woman even
higher, as she moaned out loud, crying Reba's name, and orgasmed over the young
girls hand. Neither of them stopped, and they came again, their lips locked,
tongues dancing passionately, until they where both spent, and collapsed into
each other on the couch.

"Everything will be OK."

"Hmmmm. Thank you." Reba cuddled into the other woman, and Marva reached under
the couch, pulling out a blanket, and covering them. They where both asleep
within minutes.

"You know...this is all your fault." Mark took a swig of the bottle, and passed
it back to Chris, tossing the ice cube he had been pressing against his left
eyebrow into the sand, and picking up a new one out of the ice chest.

"Of course. Let me guess...I violated the "don't date your best friends sister"
rule, so it's all my fault." Chris took a long swig of the whiskey-coke
mixture, then set it down between them, flipping his own ice away, and placing
new cubes on his busted lip.

"Basically."

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you, harder."

"You, my dear Mark, are the basic model of a jealous, overprotective brother.
But god will speak to you, my friend. You will have at least 4 daughters,
probably more like 7." Chris took another swig, and passed it back to Mark.

"I think not. If I have two girls, she's being tied, and we start adopting boys
like crazy." He swallowed the rest of the bottle, then it threw towards the
trash can in a high arc, bouncing it off the wall, and watching it drop.

"Not bad, for a half-breed." He stretched, belched, and stretched again,
rubbing his aching head.

"Anyways...listen, your sister loves me, and I love her. I won't hurt her. And
if I do...you know where I live." Chris was like that, unable to let something
go until he got what he wanted.

"Damn skimpy, motherfucker." Mark looked over, and their eyes meet. Mark leaned
over, and wrapped his arms around Chris.

"I luuuuv you," he exclaimed in a voice as drunk as he could make it.

"Yeah, get all mushy on me, too." They stood up, and walked back into the
house.

"It is all your fault, you know..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever..."

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