“Take it out.”
Mark glanced nervously at the back of dads head, but when I squeezed his swollen cock through his underwear he swallowed hard and putting one hand under the covers unsnapped his pants and lifted his hips off the seat. Between the two of us we tugged his pants and underwear past his hips allowing his cock to spring free. Mark put his hand back in his lap and looked down pretending to pay attention to his game. I grabbed Mark’s cock with my hand and squeezing hard gave it one good slow pump. Mark made a small sound in his throat and his hips twitched. I stroked again and when I reached the tip gave another squeeze then rubbed the top using the pre cum that had just oozed out to get my hand wet.
Using my now slick hand I started jerking Marks cock up and down, but like him I was going deliberately slow teasing him. Marks cock was so long that my hand was moving the blanket up and down quite a bit so he put one of his legs up placing his knee against the back seat to keep the blanket up. I had stopped as he moved and was ready to continue when I got an even better idea. Letting go of him I reached down to the seat and grabbing my panties wrapped them around his throbbing prick and started stroking. Mark made another sound in his throat and his eyes rolled a bit at how good the silk panties felt sliding up and down his raging hard on.
Mark was starting to breath heavier and his face was getting flushed. I looked straight ahead and continued to work him up and down. I started stroking quicker giving a little twist when I got to the top rubbing the silk across the head of his cock. Each time I did I was rewarded with a twitch and a sharp breath from Mark. I smiled to myself, my brother was extremely sensitive at the tip and I loved to make him jump. On that note the next time up I lingered, caressing just the tip through the panties. Mark grunted and grabbed my arm through the blanket. I smiled and returned to stroking but going harder than before.
Mark sighed and putting his head down closed his eyes. His right leg was up against my left and I could feel it start to shake. I slowed up to tease him again. Teach him to mess with me! Besides I really was enjoying not only the feel of his thick cock throbbing in my hand, but the control I had over him, as he literally squirmed in his seat with every stroke completely at my mercy. I looked up and just as I did dad glanced in the rear view mirror. Our eyes met and he smiled giving me a wink like he used to when we would go on long drives when I was kid. With my hand full of my little brothers cock I returned both the smile and the wink. Oh you nasty girl!
On that note I started jerking faster and harder. Mark’s leg was shaking more and his hips were moving. He made a small whimpering noise that made me pump him even faster. Mark’s hand was squeezing the blanket so hard his knuckles were turning white. After a couple more hard strokes Mark twitched harder and I could feel the cum pumping from his cock. I started jerking just near the tip so that this cock emptied into my panties and didn’t make a mess. I kept stroking as Mark’s cock continued to spurt, what a waste I thought all that hot cum should have gone directly into my needy little pussy. I have to give him credit Mark had done a good job of staying quiet. I gave him a couple of more gentle strokes as letting out a long breath he put his head back against the seat. Turning his head he looked at me and gave me a tired smile. I returned the smile, and then with a wink I took my thumb and through the panties rubbed some of his cum across the incredibly sensitive head of his cock.
Mark jumped violently his leg kicking against the back seat.
“Hey!” Dad exclaimed from the front.
“Sorry.” Mark choked out.
“What the hell are you doing back there?” Dad asked looking back in the mirror.
“Meg was tickling me.” Mark replied lamely.
“For gods sakes Megan its 6. 00 in the morning, and your mothers trying to sleep, stop fooling around with your brother.”
I looked back at dad in the rearview mirror and with Marks cum dripping down my hand pouted and said;
“Sorry daddy!”
We arrived at my uncles at 8 only an hour behind schedule. Uncle Ray was thrilled to see us and I will say me especially! Uncle Ray was dad’s older brother by three years and was big on family, he had been elated when they had decided to take me in as a foster child and even more thrilled when they had adopted me. At the time uncle had lived in Rhode Island and after my first few months living with mom and dad when I had overcome my fear of men enough, I spent every other weekend over his house with him my aunt and my two cousins whom I had grown pretty close to. Three years ago my uncles company relocated to Charlotte and he really had no choice but to go. They had come down for Christmas two years ago, but that had been the last time I had seen them.
The first two days were wonderful. I hadn’t realized how much I had missed Jake and Malory especially Mal who was kind of my best friend when I was a kid. My uncle and his family were very welcoming to my brother and surprisingly Mark did well with them, the fact my uncle had been an amateur boxer and had a full gym complete with a bag in the basement helped make Mark feel comfortable. Not as comfortable as my cousin Malory seemed to want to make him however. Malory spent the entire visit falling all over my brother even holding his hand when the four of us went to the mall together. I had joked with her telling her that Mark was her cousin at which point she smiled and said “not by blood!” I have to say if Mark didn’t have Krissy I would have egged him on to fuck her. The thought of Malory’s petite little body being shredded by my brother’s massive cock was such a turn on I had masturbated to it as I lied in the twin bed next to hers while she slept. Malory had gotten so obvious her brother Jake started getting pissed but I told him Mark had a girl at home and not to worry.
The third day we were there didn’t go nearly as well. Malory and I had gone out shopping-my uncle had given me an obscene amount of cash for Christmas- and had come back home to find out the guys were in the gym. When we went downstairs my father and uncle were watching Mark work the huge punching bag that was hanging from a chain in the middle of the basement. Mark was shirtless and covered in sweat; I glanced over at Mal and stifled a laugh as I swear she was soaking through her panties staring at my brother’s body. I have to say as I went back to watching I wasn’t far from it myself.
“Go ahead Mark,” My father called out to him. “Show my brother what you really got.”
I frowned at that. My brother had a lot of pent up anger inside and there were times that when I had watched him hit the bag that I really thought he was going to lose it. He had once told me that sometimes when he really went at it all he could see was Max’s face. As I continued to watch Mark stepped back for a second to take a deep breath then stepping in delivered a right hook into the bag he wasn’t wearing gloves and his fist slammed into the bag with a sharp cracking sound. My cousin Jake was holding it still from the other side and when the blow struck he rocked back a bit. Mark through an equally vicious left then another right. Each time he hit the back Mark grunted with the effort. I saw my father look at uncle and heard him say softly;
“Watch this.”
“Let’s go Mark,” He yelled, “I thought you were a man, but you’re hitting like a bitch!”
I saw the change come over Mark instantly, his eyes seemed to darken and his lips curled into a snarl. Stepping in again he through a left that hit the bag so hard, Jake; all 200 pounds of him staggered back. Mark drove his right into it then the left. For the next minute Mark delivered a series of punches that sounded like gunshots when they hit, every one of them driving my cousin back. I started to get nervous, Mark was snarling every time he hit the bag and his eyes were all but bugging out of his head. What the hell was my father doing? It wasn’t healthy for my brother to get like this. I stepped forward and was going to say something when I distinctly heard my father- who I still don’t think I knew was behind him say;
“Look at him Ray, that’s what I’m talking about. You see it?”
I stopped to hear my uncle reply;
“I see it Doug but it doesn’t mean anything.”
“But it’s there Ray. It’s not natural”
Not liking the sound of that I walked past them to try to get Mark’s attention. It was too late. Suddenly Mark, who had just been punching spun in a circle and bringing his left leg up drove a face level kick into the bag. The bag drove into Jake so hard he let it go and staggered back. Mark had continued the spin and this time came around with the right leg kicking just as high and hard the bag hit Jake and sent him to the mat.
“Alright Mark.” Dad said.
Mark swung again with his right sending the bag flying. Then as it swung back at him stepped into and drove a left into it so hard a split appeared in the side of the bag.
“Holy shit!” Uncle Ray said.
Mark started swinging wildly at the bag. Jake jumped up and backed away and dad yelled something I didn’t hear and Mark ignored. Walking quickly right up to him I yelled;
“Mark stop it now!”
Mark had just started throwing another wicked roundhouse but at the sound of my voice slowed his hand and simply stopped the bag when it came back to him. When he turned to face me I heard Malory whisper;
“Damn.”
Mark was standing there panting, his muscular chest heaving, but it was his face that had everyone’s attention; His eyes were wild and his mouth still curled into a snarl he looked crazy.
“Easy little brother.” I said softly as I put my hand on his shoulder.
“Watch out Megan.” Dad said.
I turned to him as if he were crazy. My brother would never hurt me.
“I’m no one’s bitch.” Mark said to no one in particular and bending over to pick up his shirt started to walk away.
My uncle caught him by the arm and Mark spun around quickly.
“Don’t touch me.” He had said it softly, but Uncle Ray not only moved his hand but stepped back.
“Easy Mark,” He said quietly putting his hands up in a calming gesture. “Were family here every things cool.”