I tried to take his hand, but he pulled it away and simply walked out of the room. I stayed in the back for a few minutes, and when I came out Mark was gone. Cynthia said he told her he was sick and he had called Mitch who was coming down to stay the rest of the night with her. I sat and had a drink then went home. Seeing that Mark was there, I quickly went upstairs, and slipping into a sexy little red nighty went to go into his room to make things up to him.
The door was locked.
I knocked once then again. Finally Mark opened the door and simply said;
“Good night Megan.”
With that he slammed the door in my face. I stood there in shock and after awhile climbed into my bed where I spent the night lying there awake and in tears. By the morning I told myself that Mark would get over it and everything would be okay. I was wrong. Mark went downstairs and when I followed got up from his breakfast, and walking out got into his car and left. The next four days were the worst I could remember. For the first time my brother was angry at me, and I didn’t know what to do, I know I was wrong, but still what was so wrong with the time we were spending? Why did he need Krissy? What wasn’t I giving him?
Every night I would knock on his door and hope he would open it. The best I got was a sarcastic;
“Sweet dreams my sister.” Through the door.
The next night was the same routine, but this time I started sobbing and begged him to open the door and at least talk to me. To my surprise he did, but didn’t let me in, he just stood in the doorway and told me that it wasn’t just about Krissy, that I had lied to him and he thought we were different, that we were everything to each other and no one else mattered, and that the main thing was that we were supposed to want each other to be happy and who the hell was I to decide who he would be happy with.
I started crying telling him I was sorry and that I didn’t mean to hurt him. I told him that I couldn’t sleep, that I needed him, and could I please come into the room with him? After looking at me for a minute Mark stepped aside and told me to come in. He walked over to his bed and lied down facing the wall, I got in next to him and slipping my shirt off put my arm around him and was told;
“It’s a big bed Megan stay on your side. You’re here to sleep, after all if I want sex, I can just go to Cynthia right?”
I rolled over and curling up on the edge of the bed cried myself to sleep. In the morning Mark was gone. I couldn’t spend another night like that so I went to Betty’s where we smoked and had few beers, which was when a couple of guys showed up to party with her. Apparently it was just supposed to be one, but Betty called and told them she had a friend. I didn’t want to stay, but Betty gave me the “come on you’ll ruin it for me”. I stayed, and even ended up making out with one of the guys. His hands started wandering, and I realized I couldn’t do it, Betty had no such problems so she told me I’d have to go home.
I was drunk and knew it but I decided I would just go slow and I’d be fine. Two miles from home I took a corner too fast, and seeing a dog in the middle of the street panicked; I yanked the wheel and floored the gas and smashed my small Celica straight into a telephone pole. I hit my head pretty hard on the windshield, and as I sat there dazed the cops showed up and searching the car found a couple of roaches in the ash tray. My car was towed and I was arrested for drunk driving and possession of marijauna. After a trip to the emergency room to make sure I was okay, they brought me to the station where I called the house.
Mark answered and I begged him not to hang up. I told him what happened, and asked him to come get me. A half hour later Mark showed up, but they wouldn’t let me out without posting bail, and Mark didn’t have enough money. I would have to spend the night in jail. Mark went to the pay phone, and Dad showed up in fifteen minutes and although he posted the money was so mad he told me to ride home with Mark.
As I sat all the way over on my end of the front seat, Mark pulled away and taking a different street than dad would, pulled over and leaning over put his arms out to me. I practically jumped into them, and he asked if I was okay. I said I was just scared then told him I didn’t give a shit about the car or Dad I just couldn’t stand him being mad at me anymore.
Mark held me and told me he was still upset, but I was his sister and he loved me and he was worried about me. He didn’t really answer the question the way I had hoped, but he was holding me and that’s all that counted. When he got me home Mom instantly hugged me, and asked if I was okay. As we sat the tow truck brought my car home. The hood was crumpled, and both fenders smashed, it was too far gone to be driven like that.
The first thing Dad said was that he was not going to fix the car, I was on my own with it. He told me he was glad I was okay but past that he was disgusted beyond words and didn’t know what the hell was wrong with me. He asked when I was going to admit I had a problem, and did I like scaring the shit out of my mother, and for that matter did I like disappointing her? Dad shook his head and pointed out that I didn’t even look like I cared even now, sad fact was he was right. I mean of course I didn’t want to hurt them but I wasn’t doing it on purpose it was just an accident.
As was always the case Dad stormed off pissed, and mom simply gave me another hug and said we would talk tomorrow. Her last words to me that night was that she loved me and so did Dad, and for me to never forget that. For the first time in weeks I felt something other than that detachment and found myself in tears in my mother’s arms. Mom held me silently just gently rubbing my back as I cried then told me to go upstairs and get some rest.
I went upstairs, and after glancing briefly at my brother’s bedroom door sighed, and went into my room. I went into the bathroom and after taking a hot shower tossed on a nightshirt and climbing into bed cuddled up with Scooby and prepared to endure another lonely sleepless night. A few minutes later I heard my bathroom door open and as I lied there Mark slipped wordlessly into my bed, and putting his arm around my waist pulled me close to him.
I immediately rolled over, and burying my head in his chest, started crying again, telling him how sorry I was that I had hurt him. Gently grabbing my chin Mark lifted my head up to his, and after kissing me softly on the lips told me he loved me and that I had scared him tonight. I nodded and tried to apologize again for Krissy. Mark told me that although he was still hurt over it what was done was done, and what mattered now was that I needed my brother and that he would be there for me no matter what. Those words hurt me more than if he had yelled at me. Mark, Mom, Dad; I had disappointed and hurt all of them yet they kept loving me. I didn’t deserve it I started to tell Mark that, but he hushed me with another kiss and put my head back into his chest.
For the first time in over a year Mark spent the night in my bed without us having sex. Just like when we were younger we simply lied there holding each other. I fell asleep and was woken by my brother’s hands sliding under my night shirt, and gently caressing my nipples, I moaned softly;
“Oh little brother I need you so bad!”
“Then you have me my beautiful sister.” Mark whispered in my ear as his right hand slid down and stroked my sorely neglected pussy.
I lifted my leg and draped it over his, allowing him to push his fingers inside and thumb my clit. We didn’t speak, Mark simply buried his face in my neck kissing my creamy skin, and occasionally nibbling playfully at my ear. Propping his leg up under mine Mark replaced his fingers with his cock. I groaned as his amazingly hard cock entered my needy little pussy for the first time in almost a week; easily the longest we had gone since we had started a year ago.
I turned my head to the side so that we could kiss, while he slowly worked his cock in and out of my very grateful pussy in perfect timing with the slow circles his thumb was turning on my clit. Mark’s other hand was busy playing with my nipple, but unlike the last few months when we had been rough he was going easy, taking his time, building me up slowly. When I tried to buck my hips back into him to get him to go faster Mark whispered in my ear;
“Easy sis, it’s been awhile I want to enjoy.”
I sighed happily and stopped moving my hips, in fact I wasn’t moving anything, just lying there on my side letting my brother take his time, and loving him loving me. Even as I felt my orgasm building I resisted the urge to push him to go faster or even to talk dirty. I just closed my eyes, and let my body take its time responding to my brother’s talented fingers and massive cock. To my surprise I heard Mark’s breathing pick up in my ear, and realized he was also getting close to cumming.
Reaching down I grabbed his cock at the base, and started slowly jerking him off as he fucked me. Mark moaned in my ear, and he sped up slightly pushing his cock deeper into his big sister’s more than willing pussy. I was getting closer to my own orgasm with each thrust, and smiled as Mark began making those little whimpering noises directly in my ear. As I felt my thighs tremble and the first waves of pleasure begin to flow through my body I whispered;
“There you go little brother; you cum with your big sister you let her have every bit of it!”
I leaned my head back, and let out a series of high pitched little yelps just as my pussy began convulsing around it, my brother’s cock began squirting his hot cum, painting the inside of my pleasure wracked pussy. Even while cumming Mark didn’t speed up, somehow controlling himself, he continued to pump his spurting cock into my throbbing pussy. Finally; sighing in unison Mark slid his cock out of me, and collapsed into the bed as I let myself slump into him.
“Oh Mark that was soooo nice.” I told him then added; “And so much better than I deserve. I’m sorry I…”
“Never say you don’t deserve to be treated right Megan.” Mark said with a seriousness that surprised me. “You were treated badly for a long time and from now on the best is what you deserve.” He added more softly; “What we both deserve.”