Siblings with Benefits Ch. 36

"You can't be here Megan," he said. "Especially like this."

"Like what?" I asked. "Fucked up? You don't want your friends to know your sister's a loser, that it, little brother?"

"Megan, get out!" Mark snapped. "I don't have time for your shit right now!"

"Oh, that's nice!" I snapped back at him. "Yesterday you said nothing else was more important, but now...."

"Here!" Mark reached into his pocket and handed me a set of keys. "Get out of here and go to my place. Go sleep it off, and I'll be there later."

Before I could speak, there was a knock on the door.

"Mark?" It was Jim. "Get your ass out here. He's going to leave!"

Grabbing me by the arm Mark pulled me back to the door. "Now keep your mouth shut and go wait for me!"

"Yes sir!" I said.

Mark was just starting to open the door when I quickly turned into him and, catching him off guard, I kissed him hard on the lips. The door was part way open and Mark spun me to the side and away from him so hard I almost fell. Grabbing me by the arm again, he practically dragged me through the door and back out into the foyer. As soon as we were out, Mark called out, "Joe!"

I looked up to see the security guard get up from the desk and come over.

"Take my sister downstairs and walk her to her car, please."

"Of course," Joe said and gave me a smile. "Right this way, miss."

"Oh, fine," I said to Mark. "I see how you are. Put a suit on you and you forget where you came from." I made a disgusted noise. "Sorry I have problems! Can't all be perfect like they think you are!"

"Ma'am please," Joe said quietly next to me.

"Okay," I nodded and started to walk with him.

As we passed Barry, who was looking in the other direction, I pulled away from Joe and standing directly in front of him, I looked into his eyes and whispered in my best smoky voice, "Hey baby, you just sit back and let Raven give you a little show." Barry's eyes widened and I smiled wickedly at him. "Oh, you do recognize me, don't you baby?"

I quickly turned away from him and, after winking at Mark, who looked as if he wanted to crawl into a hole, I took Joe's arm.

"Lead the way!" I said happily, then squeezing his arm added loudly. "Hey you're in real good shape! What are you doing later?"

Joe rolled his eyes, but laughed and gave me a smile as we walked away. Behind us I heard the other guy say, "Mark, is that lipstick on your mouth?"

I smiled as Joe led me down the corridor.

Oh, was I going to get it when my brother got home.

*****

I was standing in the middle of my forest, and for the first time in years, I felt at peace. I smiled as I looked around to see several small animals scurrying through the thick bushes, and running across the branches of the tall trees. I took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh clean air and, bending over, removed my shoes. I began to walk along, reveling in the feeling of the thick, soft grass beneath my bare feet.

It had been a long time since I had been here, but nothing had changed, it was as beautiful and peaceful as ever. I came upon the small pond that I would always sit by and saw that my easel was still set up there, as if I had never left. I sat on the edge of the pond, dipped my toes into the cool water and, looking around, felt tears of happiness fill my eyes. It was absolutely perfect here, no pain or sorrow, no struggles or humiliation. Just peace.

That peace was shattered by the loud beeping of Mark's alarm clock. Swinging my arm out to the side, I hit the button to shut it off, and, rolling over onto my back, stared at my reflection in the mirrored ceiling. Knowing that this was the last time I would be lying in Mark's amazing bed, I had stripped naked, and I loved the look of my ivory skin on his black sheets. As I stretched, I thought back to my dream of my forest. It had been years since I had been able to will myself to go there, but I had no doubt that it would be waiting for me when I left this place of pain.

My attention turned back to my reflection, and I arched my back further, pushing out my perky tits and stretching my long legs. I'd had quite a bit to drink, and, after driving the few blocks to Mark's apartment and letting myself in, and had gone straight to bed. It had been two-thirty, and gambling that Mark, if for no other reason than to avoid me, would not be home for a few hours, I set the alarm for five and went out like a light. At first, I was surprised that I didn't wake up with a hangover, and then thought that this was yet another sign that I was doing the right thing. Even knowing what was coming with my brother, I felt rested and relaxed.

I watched in the mirror as I slowly slid my long red-tipped nails along the soft skin of my stomach, then reaching my tits, I cupped them, and moaned softly as I began playing with my nipples. I let my right hand trail down between my open legs, and moaned again as I slipped my finger into my always eager pussy. I slipped my finger from inside and started rubbing my clit in hard fast circles, while squeezing my nipple harder.

"Oh yes, little brother," I whispered. "Oh just like that! Look at you licking your big sister's pussy."

I gasped as I could already feel an orgasm building within me. As good as I looked playing with myself, I closed my eyes and envisioned my beautiful little brother over me, thrusting that huge, hard cock into his sister's needy little pussy. My fingers began stroking my clit faster and feeling myself right on the edge, gave my nipple a hard twist. I threw my head back and cried out my brother's name as I came, writhing and squealing on his bed. I removed my hand from my pussy, and after bringing my fingers to my lips so I could suck on them, let out a long sigh. I would miss this incredible bed nowhere near as much as I would miss my brother, but I knew it would be for the best.

Forcing myself to get up, I slipped my red thong back on, but left my clothes on the floor. Walking over to Mark's closet, I found the short black silk robe that I'd left here, because he loved me in it. I left the bedroom and, going over to the small bar Mark had in the living room, I grabbed a glass and a bottle of Southern Comfort. I sat down on the couch after filling the glass and taking a couple of sips, picked up my purse where I had left it on the floor. I removed one of the two packets of cocaine I had bought and opening it, poured it directly onto Mark's glass coffee table. I went back into the purse and finding the razor blade I had folded up into a napkin, used it to cut the coke into four lines. I rolled up a twenty and did the first line.

"Damn!" I exclaimed.

The only advantage to being straight for a few months was that I had lost my tolerance and the coke hit me hard. Grabbing the glass of Southern, I sat back on the couch and waited for Mark to come home.

It wasn't an easy wait, as even though I was steadily sipping at my drink, the cocaine was calling to me. I told myself I still had another gram and why not? But I had no idea when Mark would be home, and I knew I would want some for afterwards, to take the sting out of how guilty I would feel when I made my brother throw me out of his life. I held off, and just sat there, staring off into space and wondering how long it would be before I would get to stay in my forest all the time. Weeks, maybe months. Who knew? I planned on having as much fun as possible before I went.

I sat up quickly when I heard Mark's key in the front door. Leaning over the table, I quickly did two lines in succession, leaving the last one. I put my glass down next to it so it would not be visible right away. I heard Mark close the door behind him in the hallway. I leaned back on the couch and stretched my legs out. Mark entered the room and I felt my heart begin to race from something other than the coke as I saw the look of anger already on his face. "Hey baby," I said. "Why so late? Your sexy sister's been waiting for you."

"Cut the shit, Megan!" Mark snapped at me as he stood in front of the couch. "I can't believe you came to see me like that! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Oh, come on, Mark!" I laughed, sitting up. "I was just playing. Those stiffs looked like they could use some fun!"

"Oh, they had some fun alright! They had a lot of fun asking me all about my fucked up sister, was she really a stripper? Hey, Barry, did she really dance for you?"

"I might have," I shrugged, then laughed. "John's, Barry's they all look the same after a while."

Before he could say anything, I stood up from the couch and walked up to him.

"What about you, baby, you look like you could use a little fun yourself."

I reached out to put my hand on his shoulder, but he shoved it away.

"You think this is funny, Megan? Think ruining my career is funny?"

"Oh, come on," I told him. "They'll get over it they..."

"They took me off the fucking case!" Mark yelled.

I stopped for a moment as what he said sank in.

"They did?" I asked softly.

"Yeah, sis, they did, Jim's going to try to get them to change their minds tomorrow, but it isn't looking good!"

That case was my brother's shot at junior partner, a launching point for his career. No, I told myself, this was perfect and Mark would get another chance, he was too good not too.

"Well, hey, look at the bright side!" I said, spreading my arms open. "Now you'll have plenty of time to spend with me!"

"Megan, you are the last person I want to fucking spend time with right now!" he yelled at me.

"Awww," I gave him the pout. "You don't mean that, little brother." I walked up to him and, batting my eyelashes, said. "Come on, baby, let me make it up to you! Let your nasty big sister show you what she does best."

"What's that, sis, fuck shit up?"He asked, stepping away again. "I can't fucking believe you did that to me!" he yelled. "I'm good to you, Megan, for a long time I was the only one that was, and you do this to me?"

"All about you huh, Mark?" I asked, shaking my head. "Your job, your reputation, oh, poor you!" I put my hand on my chest. "Your poor sister doesn't even have a place to live, and it's all about you!"

"You don't have a place to live because you're a drunken whore!" Mark snarled at me. "And damn straight my job matters! I've worked my ass off to prove I'm better than all those rich little pricks that have had their jobs handed to them!"

"Yeah, 'better than' is exactly what you are these days, isn't it, Mark?" I asked him. "Better than your sister who made you what you are, now you call me a whore!"

"You didn't make me, I..."

"You were sitting in a corner of a group home when we found you," I reminded him. "Staring at walls and talking to your little friend in your head. The only person you talked to until you met me. But, hey, you don't owe me for anything, right? You would have done just fine for yourself!"

"You," He stopped and seemed to notice the bottle on the table for the first time. "You're fucking drunk again." He shook his head. "There's no point in yelling at you, you're not even going to remember it."

"You know, little brother, you're right." I approached him again and this time he let my hand drift up to his face. "We shouldn't be fighting, especially because," I held up my left hand, "I'm a free woman again! We can play now."

"Megan, I don't even want to see you, never mind fuck you. Go to bed."

He turned and started walking away from me.

"Hey!" I exclaimed. "Don't tell me you don't want me, you always want your sister!"

Mark turned back to me. "You're not my sister." He said quietly. "My sister wouldn't hurt me like that."

As Mark spoke I saw to my dismay that the angry look had left his face and he looked upset. He was giving in to his hurt rather than getting mad like he always did. Well, one way to fix that.

"That's not true, Mark, see this" I pointed at myself, "is your sister."

Reaching down, I picked up the glass and took a huge swallow.

"So I like to party, who cares? Better learn to deal with it, Mark, because I'm tired of playing good girl!"

"Megan, you're drunk." He said simply. "Just go to bed and...."

As he spoke I put the glass down on the table next to the coke, banging it loudly. Mark's eyes followed the noise, and he stopped in mid-sentence as his eyes found the white powder. I watched in sick anticipation as I saw his eyes darken.

"You..." he stopped as if he couldn't get the words out. "You... brought coke into my house." He finished, his voice trembling.

"Well, yeah, where else was I..."

"Are you out of your fucking mind?!?" he screamed at me. "I'm working for the fucking state! I have people fucking watching my every move, and you bring coke into my fucking house?"

"Mark I..."

"What the fuck is the matter with you?" he demanded. "Jesus fucking Christ, Megan, how dare you do this to me!"

"Well it's not like I bought it here or..."

"I don't care where you bought it!" Mark shouted. "I...I knew you were drinking, but fucking coke again, Meg? Do you like being a fucking loser? You want to be called 'easy bake' again?"

"What if I do?" I asked, letting out a deliberate giggle. "Megan's boring, 'easy bake' is fun!"

As Mark stared angrily at me, I laughed.

"Speaking of fun!"

Stepping away from him I went over to the table and, grabbing the twenty, went to do the last line.

"No!!" Mark cried out.

"Oh I... oh shit!" I exclaimed.

Mark had stepped forward and kicked the coffee table. The glass shattered and the bottle of Southern went into the air to break against the wall, showering his expensive couch with its contents.

"Don't you ever do that shit in front of me!" Mark screamed in my face.

"You asshole!" I snapped, recovering from my shock. "That was expensive stuff!" Then I smiled and started to undo my robe. "Now you have to make it up to me by fucking me nice and hard!"

"You're fucking sick!" Mark said. He was breathing heard, and as I watched he put his hand to his temple and winced. "I don't want you, Megan."

"Oh, going to play hard to get, are you?" I asked as I stepped up to him. "Okay, please, Mark?"

I reached out to touch his face and cried out in surprise and pain as, with a backhanded swing, he slapped my hand away from him.

"Don't fucking touch me!" he yelled at me. "I don't want you, you fucking skank! You want to get laid, go back to selling yourself on the fucking corner, but stay the hell away from me!"

I looked at my hand, shocked. When I looked back up at Mark, he was also looking at my hand, and then turning quickly, he began to walk towards his bedroom.

"Hey!" I yelled. "Don't you dare walk away from me!"

I began to follow him down the hallway.

"Who the hell do you think you are, treating me like that?" I demanded.

"Stay away from me," Mark yelled over his shoulder as he reached his bedroom.

"Or what?" I asked, catching up with him. "You think I'm afraid... hey!"

I jumped back as, entering his room; Mark slammed the door in my face. I heard a click as he locked it.

"Get your ass out here," I yelled through the door. "Face me like a man, you little bitch!"

I found I was really mad. I, of course, had wanted to piss Mark off, but I wanted him to at least want to take it out on me, take his sister one more time before I made him truly hate me. I was also angry that Mark kept getting mad, but then seemed to keep calming himself down, as if he didn't really want to fight. I banged on the door again.

"What's the matter, Mark? Can't handle me anymore? Used to those little girls you fuck with?"

"At least I know where they've been!" he yelled through the door. "Now either go to sleep, or go get wasted somewhere, but stay the fuck away from me!"

Mark had screamed this so loud, I stepped back away from the door. I shook my head. This was not going to work. If I let it go here, Mark would go to bed, and by tomorrow morning he would try to reason with me. Looking down at the doorknob, I remembered that I still had the keys Mark gave me at his office. Walking back out into the parlor, I grabbed the keys and, making my way back to his bedroom, inserted the key and, turning it, quickly shoved the door open and entered the room.

Mark had lit the candelabras and was standing in front of his bureau. He had removed his shirt and was starting to undo his belt when he turned to look at me.

"Get the fuck out of my room!" he snarled.

"No!" I said, walking right up to him. "You do not tell me what to do you little shit, you got that?" I asked him. "You remember your place!"

I pointed down at my feet.

"Get on your knees and..."

"I told you I don't want you!" Mark snapped.

I forced myself to hold my ground as Mark stood directly in front of me, his bulging eyes looking into mine.

"This isn't the game, Megan, I am not touching you, I will not lower myself to touch, a fucking crack whore, even if it's you! Now get out!"

Mark grabbed my arm and shoved me towards the door.

"How dare you..." I began, feeling my own temper rising.

"Dare I what? Say the truth? You're a fucking drunken whore, Megan, a weak-willed, lying, stealing, fucking skank!"

"I..." I was speechless at the amount of sheer venom in my brother's voice.

"You're a disgrace!" he continued. "A failure! All you do is hurt the people who help you, and I'm fucking sick of it!

He gave me another shove towards the door.

"Tell you what? Think you're so funny? Go see Mom like that!" Mark yelled. "Go show Denise what her little girl has been up to! I..."

Mark stopped, as hearing my mother mentioned sent me over the edge. I swung my right hand up and caught my brother hard across the face. Mark's eyes widened and I swear they began to get even darker.

"You... hit me." he whispered.

"Don't you talk about my mother!" I yelled in his face. "She doesn't deserve..."

"An addict for a daughter!" Mark finished. "That's what she doesn't deserve you fucking..."

I hit him again, this time with my left hand and even harder, hard enough that I felt the impact all the way up my arm. Mark's head snapped to the side, and when he whipped it around, I was already swinging with my right again. I cried out as he caught my wrist, and, as I tried to pull it away, he squeezed hard enough to make me cry out in pain. Still holding my wrist, Mark yanked me into him;

"For the last time get away from me you... Oww!"

With a rage driven by the cocaine, I reached up and, hooking my fingers into a claw, raked them across Mark's neck, drawing blood. Taking advantage of his surprise, I yanked my hand free and swung up and around, slapping him in the mouth with the back of my hand.

"Take that back!" I screamed as I hit him. "Take... huh!"

I gasped as moving faster than my eyes could follow, Mark's left hand came up and grabbed my throat. My rage was replaced by a stab of fear as I looked into my brother's face. His eyes were not only black, but were bulging. The veins in his neck were standing out, and his lip was curled into a snarl. Worse, I could feel his hand trembling around my neck, as his powerful fingers dug into my soft skin.

"Oh, you fucking bitch." Mark hissed, blood dripping from his mouth.

"M...Mark...you're hurting me," I choked out.

"You wanted the game." He whispered.

"N..no I..."

I cried out again as Mark's hand left my throat to grab a fist full of my hair. He grabbed it close to the back of my head, pulling it hard and forcing me to bend my head back.

"Oh, yes, whore, it's time you were shown your place once and for all."

The thought of Mark fucking me in his present state frightened me, and, despite my plan, I found myself trying to stop him.

"I...I'm sorry Mark," I whispered as my eyes filled up with tears from the pain in my scalp.

"Sorry? Damn straight you're sorry, sorriest fucking whore I've ever seen." He smiled through the blood in his mouth. "But not sorry enough. Now get on your knees!" he snapped.