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.