Siblings with Benefits Ch. 39

“I’m worried about you, though. You could lose…”

“First off, I don’t plan on getting found out. Second of all,” he shrugged, “I don’t care. I’ve got plenty put away and invested, and hell,” he laughed, “I can live off of you! Be your houseboy!”

“I’m serious!”

“I know! That’s your problem,” he replied. “Anyway,” he said, raising another finger, “if we did get caught, what would happen? Incest between consensual adult siblings is not easily prosecuted, especially in our case, where we can’t have kids.”

“But…”

“Meg, find another word, will you?” Mark rolled his eyes before continuing. “Also, someone has to bring up the charges.Who would do that? Let’s rephrase that. Who would, down there, that I couldn’t convince, one way or another, not to?”

“What about…”

“Your parents? Doug knows, and I know I made that tougher. If you want to tell him, and, honestly, I don’t know what he’d say. But if he loses it, he loses you, and deep down he would realize that. As for Denise,” he put his hands out. “I…Meg, I just can’t see that woman ever not loving you.”

“You just make it sound so easy.”

“It is.”

I rolled my eyes.“You sound like Mom.”

“Good. Denise is a lot smarter than Doug’s ever given her credit for.” Mark sighed. “Now that we cleared that up, why don’t you give me the real reason that held you back and has you nervous even now.”

“What do you mean?” I looked away as I spoke; I knew damn well what I was worried about.

“Okay sis, I know you.” He nodded as if agreeing with himself. “I know how that hamster in a wheel you got up there works. All these things are something to think about, but its smoke, sis. Now let’s get down to it.What’s really got you hung up?”
“It’s just…” I put my head down. “It’s me I’m worried about, Mark, I…”

“Megan, we are in love, it’s all that matters, and it is that simple. I’m willing to say that the last twenty years were building up to this, but from here on, it’s all wasted time. We’re not kids. How much more time do you want to throw away?” He put his hands up. “Why can’t you tell me what you’re worried about?”

“Mark, I…I don’t want to break your heart.”

“You sure about that?” he said rolling his eyes.

“Really! Look at my track record! Tommy, Ben, Laura.” I shook my head. “I thought I was in love with all of them, and they loved me, but…” I shrugged. “I hurt them all, and I don’t want to…”

“You hurt them because they weren’t right for you, just like I had to hurt Samantha. We’re meant to be, sis. You know that now, I know you do.”

“But….” As I said it, Mark slapped his forehead in frustration, but I continued, “baby, I don’t want to hurt you. I mean, what if in six months it doesn’t work out and you get…”

“It’s my life and I’m willing to take that chance.”

“B…” I caught myself. “Mark I…”

I stopped as Mark took my face in his hands. He looked into my eyes and whispered, “Megan, I would rather have all of your heart for six months, than spend the rest of my life only being part of it.”

“I…” I stopped as I could feel myself choking up. “I’ve hurt you enough, and I never want to again.”

“You won’t Please, for once, just trust your heart. If you can’t, then trust mine.”

“I want to!’ I exclaimed. “I…” I looked away. “I’m just worried! I mean, we give this a go, and I screw it up, then I might not have you at all.”

Mark was silent, and when I looked back at him, he had his head down. I remained silent as I felt a sinking feeling in my heart. How the hell had I managed to proclaim my love for my brother and still end up fucking things up? My thoughts were cut off by Mark’s looking back up at me.

“You know, Megan, I’m a trial lawyer and a damn good one, good enough to beat one of the best in the country last year.’ He shook his head. “I’ve done closing arguments on the turn of a dime and can argue anything with anyone.” He stopped and sighed. “But sitting here with you, I can’t think of a goddamn thing to come up with to convince you that the two of us will always be in love.”

“I’m sorry I’m not making this easy…” I stopped as Mark turned towards his desk.

The Phantom of the Opera soundtrack had run out, and the next song was Black Sabbath’s War Pigs. The volume had risen with the song and, picking up the remote, Mark went to shut it off. He stopped and appeared to be thinking. Turning around, he quickly got to his feet and, reaching down, took my hand, pulling me up to him.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“I just thought of something” he told me as he began walking over to his desk, taking me with him. “You know how couples have their own songs?”

“Yeah, I guess,” I said as, stopping in front of his desk, Mark reached out to the iPod he had plugged into his computer speakers and began searching through it.

“Well, a couple of weeks ago, I heard this song. I mean, I’d heard it before, but I had been thinking of us and it came on and …” He seemed to find what he was looking for and said, “I think it’s us, Megan, it’s really how I feel and…” He paused, pushed the play button, and then put his hands on my waist.

“Come on, sis, they’re playing our song.”

He was nuts, but going along with him, I wrapped my hands around his shoulders, and Mark started slowly swaying against me. I heard the opening notes to the song and knew it instantly--Seether’s Broken. As soon as the song registered, the words began, and, to my surprise, Mark began singing softly in my ear.

I wanted you to know that I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

Because I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away

My eyes began to burn as my brother sang to me. For years, he had said that we were two halves of a broken whole. Many times in the past, the two of us had been at our worst when the other was not around. Yet, no matter how bad things were, once we were together again, we managed to get through them. As the song continued, I relaxed completely into Mark’s embrace and, closing my eyes, lost myself in his voice.

The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

“The worst was over now, and there was no one left to fight.” Those words couldn’t be truer. Both Mark and I had spent a lifetime laying our demons to rest, my brother’s illness, my addiction, and the painful memories of our nightmarish childhoods. Mark and I had overcome them all. It hadn’t been easy, and during it all, the one constant that had kept us both going was each other. I remembered the letter I had just read, saying that I had been dreaming of my forest, where there would be no more pain, only peace. As Mark’s arms wrapped around my waist and drew me closer, I realized that my brother was my forest, my safe haven. In his arms, there was never anything but peace.I turned my head, wanting to share that thought with him, but stopped as he went into the chorus:

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away

I could hear Mark’s voice beginning to break as he sang that last line, and I knew exactly how he felt. I had only started my search for my one true love when I reached Chicago. Only then had I begun to have that desire to fill that suddenly empty spot in my heart. I’d always believed that I hadn’t felt that need before because I had been sick. That once I had my own life, it was the one thing I was missing. Now I knew that the reason that feeling had appeared was because I had moved away from my brother. I had not felt that lonesomeness before because, although we hadn’t acted on it, my one true love had always been right in front of me.

When I left, it had created a hole in both of us. I had tried to fill it by searching for love, and my brother had gone further into excess. That is, until Samantha showed him what he truly needed, and, indirectly, who he needed it from. I recalled what Mark had said yesterday at his apartment, that whenever one of us was feeling broken, the other could make it better, and that maybe if we were always together, and then neither of us would ever fall apart. I was suddenly struck by the thought that it really was that simple! I smiled into Mark’s neck, and when the chorus repeated, I lifted my lips to his ear and softly sang along with him.

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away

As the final notes faded, I stayed where I was, lowering my head to rest on my brother’s strong chest. I sighed contentedly as he slid his arms up around my shoulders, hugging me to him. As we stood there, I could feel tears of joy making their way down my cheeks. All of my doubts and all of the buts’ and what-if’s fell away. Only in each other’s arms did either of us feel complete, and there was no reason to ever feel broken again. Keeping my arms around his neck, I put my head up and, looking into Mark’s beautiful eyes, I started to speak, only to discover I was too choked up to get anything out.

“Come on, Meg,” Mark said softly, “my voice isn’t that bad.”

Taking a deep breath, I whispered, “Yes.”

“Yes to what?”

“Yes to you,” I said smiling, “and to us, and to everything!”

“You mean it?” Mark asked, his eyes lighting up like an excited little kid. “You really want me to be part of your life?”

“No,” I said, shaking my head, “not my life.” Leaning forward, I kissed him softly on the lips. “Our life.”

The short ride from Mark’s firm to his condo seemed to take forever, yet, at the same time, I was enjoying every minute of it. When we left his office and gotten into the elevator. I leaned into Mark, sliding my arms around his waist and resting my cheek on his shoulder. Mark put his arms around me and I could feel him trembling against me. I reluctantly stepped away from him before the elevator opened, but once out of the building Mark took my hand as we crossed the street to the garage. Mark led me over to the Firebird, but when he let my hand go to open the door I walked over and stood next to the Lexus.

He looked at me for a moment, then, shrugging came over. I was standing in front of the passenger door and he reached around me to unlock it. Looking around to make sure no one was in the garage with us, I through my arms around his neck and kissed him hard. To my delight he did not even try to resist. Instead, leaning forward he pushed me against the car and started running his hands along my sides. I kissed him harder and opened my mouth against his. Mark’s tongue immediately plunged into my mouth, and I groaned as his hands circled my waist, before dropping down and giving my ass a hard squeeze. His lips left mine, but only to drop down and fasten themselves to my neck. Keeping my arms around his neck I leaped up, wrapping my long legs around his waist.

I moaned as I could feel his hard cock pressing though his jeans and against the crotch of my panties.

“Damn,” I panted as he nibbled playfully on my ear. “We should have taken the edge off in the office.”

“No,” Mark said as he removed his arms from around my waist. “I want you in my bed”

I smiled up at him, loving the look of longing in his eyes, as he opened the door for me. When he climbed in behind the wheel, I smiled at him and slid across the seat until our hips were touching. Like a teenager, I put my head on his shoulder. He slipped his arm around my shoulders and leaned in for another kiss before we pulled away.

As we sat in traffic, I rested my head on his shoulder while he leaned his head against the top of mine. I looked at our reflection in the rearview mirror. Years ago, when we were in our teens and twenties, our resemblance had been remarkable. But for our eyes and Mark’s darker complexion, we could have passed as twins. The years had altered that somewhat Mark’s soft features, the ones that had earned him the nickname “Pretty Boy” much of his life, had hardened. There was still enough similarity, to me at least, that we could still easily be identified as siblings. Not too long ago, less than an hour as a matter of fact, that would have concerned me. Now, however, the only thing that I found myself focusing on was how truly beautiful we looked together.

Mark cursed, as he had been trying to make a red light, but the guy in front of us jammed his brakes on. As he sat there, impatiently tapping the steering wheel, I picked my head up from his shoulder and kissed his cheek. When he turned to look at me I caught his lips. He tried for a quick kiss, but, slipping my hand behind his head, I held his lips pressed to mine. Soon, we were kissing deeply and passionately, our lips sliding across each other’s, as our tongues darted and teased. As we kissed, I slipped my other hand up into his t-shirt and sighed at how incredible his hard flat stomach felt. Turning in his seat, he brought his hand up and, after lightly caressing my bare shoulder, slid it up through my long black hair. The dress was open in the back and I felt a shiver go through me as his hand caress my skin. We both jumped at the sound of a horn behind us. The light had turned, and as Mark gunned the car forward, I laughed,“Jeez, didn’t that guy know you were making out with your sister?”

“Not my sister,” Mark said, and then he glanced over at me and smiled, “My love.”

“My love,” A slow smile spread across my face as I repeated his words. “I love that!” I exclaimed happily.

“And I love you.”

We arrived at his condo and held hands in the elevator. I would have loved to hold more than that, but was trying to behave. When we got off on his floor, there were several people in the corridor, and I reflexively went to pull my hand away. But Mark caught my hand and, holding it firmly in his own, began to walk towards his apartment.

“But you live here!” I whispered.

“Not for much longer,” he replied.

He lived at the far end of the long corridor and, as always, we got a few looks, most people probably assuming I was just Mark’s latest. I’m sure some of them were wondering what he was doing with me, a slightly thin woman, who was older than his usual “type,” wearing just a plain sundress and ponytail. As if to prove my point, just as we reached his apartment, two young girls, who couldn’t have been more than twenty, came from around the corner. As soon as they saw him, their eyes lit up, they both smiled and said hi.

But Mark was seemingly oblivious to them. He turned to me and, in front of them, as well as anyone else who was watching, put his arms around me and gave me a lingering kiss. I should’ve been worried, but all I felt was excitement! Keeping his arm around my waist, Mark turned sideways to unlock the door. I immediately pressed my lips to his, kissing him deeply as he tried to open the door. I could hear him fumbling with the lock and giggled in his ear. “Hope you’re not going to have a hard time finding the hole once we’re in there! Mark laughed and finally getting the door open. Stepped in, pulling me I after him. As soon as he closed the door I was back in his arms. Throwing myself into him and sending him back against the door.

, “You sure you going to be able to handle this, Mark?” I asked as I slipped my hand under his shirt, and started rubbing his chest.

“What?” he asked as he groped for the lamp, turned it on, then steadied it with his hand, as he nearly knocked it over.

“Well,” I said as I sank my fingers into his hair and gently pulled it, “no more young girls there, bad boy, you going to be okay with that?”

He winced and smiled. “I think so,” he said. “The girl I’m seeing is pretty hot.”

With that, he pulled me hard against him, but we stumbled and fell sideways. He reached for the table to steady us and hit the lamp with his hand. It toppled off the table and crashed on the floor, sending the room into darkness again. “Damn!”

“Leave it!” I snapped as I grabbed his chin with my hand. Then I kissed his lips again. “Not just the young ones, Mark,” I continued as, taking his hand I started to lead him to his bedroom. “No more overheated, unsatisfied housewives.”

Grinning, Mark pointed at me.“No more infatuated art students.”

I laughed as I pulled him along, “No more blond supermodels!”

Mark rolled his eyes, then smirked,“No more blond reporters, Megan.”

I laughed and stood aside as he opened the door and led me into his bedroom. The windowless room was quite dark. As he hit the switch that turned on the candelabra’s, I walked over and stood at the foot of his bed. As I turned to face him, he closed the door and, stepping towards me, slipped off his t-shirt and tossed it to the side. My heart was pounding! Not only from the sight of my brother’s magnificent body, but also at the thought that we were going to be together for the first time as so much more than we ever had been before.

When he approached, he reached out to me, but I stepped back. Giving me that beautiful smile of his, he made a ‘Come here’ gesture with his finger. I stepped up to him and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He tried to put his arms around me, but again, I pulled away, teasing him. Putting my hands behind my back, I laughed and skipped--yes skipped--backwards. I felt positively giddy! Like a young girl who had finally gotten to kiss her high school crush. He laughed and shook his head,

Giving him a seductive look, I reached up and slid the clip from my hair. I shook my head and felt my long, raven black hair cascade down my shoulders and back. I slid my hands under my hair and untied my sundress. Lifting my arms up, I let the dress fall to the floor.

As I stood there in just a lacy white bra and matching thong, Mark gave me an appreciative up-and-down gaze. Then, looking into my eyes, he whispered, “You really are beautiful, Megan.”

I beckoned him to me. When he reached me, I put my hands on his shoulders and tried to draw him into my embrace, but he put his hands on my hips and held me at arm’s length. He was still looking at me, his eyes heavy-lidded and full of need. Finally, his eyes met mine again, and he took my face in his hands and said it again. “So beautiful.”

“As are you little…” Catching myself, I smiled, “As are you, my baby.”

To my delight, Mark turned his head away while giving me that adorable, shy little smile, the one only I got to see.

“I love that smile!” I told him..

He looked back at me. “And I love you,” he said softly.

I started to reply, but I was lost in his gorgeous eyes. Those eyes moved closer as he bent his head, his lips finding mine. The kiss started softly, but soon, we were hungrily devouring each other as our hands roamed each other’s bodies.

While I slid my long fingernails along Mark’s broad back and shoulders, I felt his hands reach around and unsnap my bra. I moaned and let my head fall back, and Mark’s lips slid down my neck, fastening onto the soft flesh of my throat. While he gently sucked my neck, he slid his hands up my back, and his fingers pulled the straps of my bra down my arms. I let him slip the lingerie off me, then I wrapped my arms around him once more, pressing my hard nipples into his muscular chest. Oh, How I loved the feel of his hard body against my tits!

But he pushed against me, and his tongue left my neck and started trailing downwards. Mmm, I knew where he was going. I eased back enough for him to reach my tits, and I moaned as my brother’s—no, I thought happily, my lover’s--tongue found my left nipple. The feeling of his soft wet tongue sliding across the swollen bud of my nipple caused a tingling in my pussy, and I began to rock my hips in response to it..Sighing with pleasure as he took my nipple into his mouth, I moved my hand to the back of his head and ran my fingers through his thick, black hair. With my other hand, I reached down and unsnapped his jeans. I pulled the zipper down, reached in and grabbed his swollen cock through his underwear. He moaned around my tit while I pumped his cock. As much as I could with it trapped in his jeans. While I stroked him, Mark switched up and began sucking on my right nipple.