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I awoke to the sexy sound of rain outside my bedroom window and the even sexier feeling of my brother’s naked body curled up close behind me; his arm around my waist holding me tightly to him as he slept. I smiled as I lied there listening to both the rain and Mark’s slow steady breathing in my ear. As always my brother’s face was nuzzled into my neck; I couldn’t imagine anything better than this.
My eyes slid over to the alarm clock and saw that it was eight which brought another smile to my face. Mark never used to sleep past seven, but the last three weeks or so he had been sleeping later and later. Of course the fact that every one of those nights had been spent in his big sister’s bed might just have a little something to do with it. Since a couple of nights after the fight with Jack, which had caused his break up with Krissy, my little brother had found himself quite lonely and in need of his sister’s affection. Needless to say being the unselfish giver that I am I was more than happy to oblige.
Okay so maybe my attention wasn’t what he had always been looking for. Maybe a few of those times Mark might have just been looking for someone to talk to about Krissy, whom he still seemed to think might take him back, but whenever Mark would bring her up I would put my finger to his lips, my lips around his cock and nothing else would matter after that. I have to say that although I had been the one to make the rule that we “weren’t for all the time” back when Mark and I had first started fucking-hard to believe almost a year ago- I was loving every minute of this!
The timing couldn’t have been better as lately with the exception of my time with my brother things had not been going well to say the least. My parents finding out about my drinking as well as hiding my stupid relationship with Jack had led to them not trusting me and questioning everywhere I went, who I was with, and what I was doing. I had spent well over a month with no car, or phone before I had blown up and told my father I was not a little kid anymore.
Dad’s response had been when I stopped lying like one then he wouldn’t treat me like one. My father had also thrown in the “You can’t lie to me, I’ll always know.” I think the fact that my brother and I were lying naked in my bed at this very moment disproved that theory. On that note however I had found myself at times feeling guilty about how I had lied to and played my father. I had to of course; my brother’s future had depended on it, not to mention the fact I had made the mess in the first place.
Still my Dad had been so good to me over the years and to manipulate him like that bothered me in those moments when it seemed that everything did as well I felt empty and alone as if I were less than everyone else around me. Those moments were coming more and more frequently lately. Sometimes they were brief and I could simply shake them off, but other times I would stay in that melancholy mood for days. When I was in these “funks” as Mark called them the only thing that made me feel better was the safe haven of my brother’s arms or the soothing effect of alcohol.
These mini depressions of mine had also caught up with me at school, which had led to the latest look of disappointment on my parents faces. My last semester’s grades had slipped badly and I wasn’t off to a great start with this one. In typical fashion Mom had expressed concern asking what was wrong? Could they help? Dad of course was just angry telling me I was partying too much and not taking it seriously because it was his money. I had replied with a shrug saying that I could just quit and save him the next year and a half’s tuition.
I had just come home from Vinnie’s and was still wearing my uniform. Pointing at my shirt Dad asked if I liked my name tag because I’d be wearing one for the rest of my life if I quit. I told him I didn’t need a diploma to paint. The conversation ended with Dad telling me how disgusted he was with me lately which had sent me into tears. Mom had come upstairs later and talked to me telling me that she knew I was struggling and that maybe it was time to start seeing my councilor weekly.
With an effort I stopped that train of thought. It was a sexy rainy Saturday morning that not only was starting in my brother’s arms but I already knew would end there as well. On Saturdays Mark worked at Mitch’s from six to midnight and I planned on being there for a good part of that time. As despite what my “You can’t lie to me” father thought I was still getting more than enough of both my brother and liquor, and at the same time as Mark had become the new hot bartender that was taking care of me.
Unlike Jack however Mark was more than happy to serve all of his sister’s needs rather than worry about his own. I found it funny that Mark didn’t seem to mind me drinking as long as it was with him. I had mentioned it to him a couple of weeks ago asking him what the difference was as he seemed worried if I drank anywhere else. Mark had replied that it was because he knew who I would be going home with when I was with him. As I lied there I already began to look forward to late tonight when we would come home and wondered what tonight’s game would be.
The Game.
Just the thought of it was enough to get my nipples hard and my pussy wet. The Game is what my brother and I called the rough sex sessions that he had started by holding me down that day at the hotel. The sex had always been pretty raunchy but now the two of us would go above and beyond to control, degrade and do as we pleased to the other. In the beginning it was spontaneous; one of us would just suddenly take control and the other fall into line, however the last couple of weeks Mark had come up with the idea of taking turns.
I have to admit it was a hell of an idea. We only played the game on Fridays and Saturdays as we got in so late there was no chance of the folks coming upstairs and lately Mom had been making Dad take her out on those nights and well maybe they were playing their own games.
So Friday’s were mine and Saturday was Mark’s. Knowing in advance would have me wet all day Friday as I planned on what I would make my brother do to please his nasty big sister, and I have to say the same was true on Saturday as I spent all day knowing that little brother was going to force me to have sex with him.
The two of us were definitely evolving sexually. I found the control to be an amazing turn on. I would spend my nights teasing my brother, giving it to him and taking it away, making him beg for it. Making him get me off over and over again and not give him anything until the very end and only if he properly thanked me, if he didn’t he would have to make me cum again. Last weekend I had set the alarm and told him that he would have to lick my pussy for a full hour without making me cum and if he slipped and I did cum he would get nothing.
Mark made it 45 minutes before I slipped over the edge and came in his face. I then told him that since he screwed up the only way he was getting off was to jerk off on my feet. After he did I rolled over and told him good night. Mark begged for more and I told him no and go to sleep. I lied there smiling and wet for over a half an hour listening to him all but whimper next to me because he was going to bed without . Finally I caved and after making him get me off with my vibrator rolled over and let him start fucking me doggy style.
He had just started when I glanced at the clock and told him he had three minutes before I took it away again. Mark had said he had already cum and couldn’t again that fast. I told him he could have three or nothing. At that point my brother reared back and began fucking the shit out of me. As I moaned from the pounding my pussy was getting my eyes never left the clock and I called out each minute that went by. After I told him he had a minute Mark not only started going faster but began making little whimpering noises as he raced to cum. I cheated and announced the clock turning before it actually did and reveled in Mark’s last desperate pumps. I was just going to tell him to stop when I felt his hot cum begin to paint the inside of my pussy. The biggest turn on was the noise my brother made as he came; more of a sound of relief than pleasure.
My brother had his revenge on me the next night. We started by him bending me over the bed and fucking the shit out of me. Mark came fairly quickly, by yanking me down to my knees and spraying his sticky load all over my face. That’s when the fun for my little brother really started. First I wasn’t allowed to wipe the cum off of my face, I had to leave it there while he lied on his back and told me to lie between his legs.
Mark had told me to blow him, no teasing or playing just take it deep and suck like the dirty fucking whore I was. It took awhile as he had just gotten off and when he finally did cum in my mouth I started to try to move but he held me there and told me to start over. I started to tell him he was crazy that it would take forever. I then found myself rolled over on my back, hands tied to the bed posts and my brother straddling my face and fucking my mouth. I laid there helpless and all but gagging on the ten inches of cock that was being repeatedly shoved down my throat At one point Mark had slid up further and was literally doing pushups into my face which as harsh as it was it had my pussy dripping watching him flex over me.