Six hours later I felt a thrill go through me, as I saw the now entering Rhode Island sign on 95 that signaled that we were only minutes from home. I looked over at Mom, and smiling thanked her for spending the week with me, and that I felt much better. Mom reached across the seat and taking my hand thanked me for coming, that she had always looked forward to having a daughter to do this with. My smile wavered a little as I once again felt that nagging sense of guilt about lying to her, and about all the things she didn’t know about.
We pulled up in front of the house and Dad was waiting on the porch for us. By the time we got out of the car he had come down the stairs, and to my surprise came over and hugged me before Mom. Holding me tightly Dad whispered in my ear that he loved me and that he was sorry he had been so hard on me it was just because he cared. I let myself relax into him enjoying the first real hug I’d gotten from him in weeks and telling him I loved him to. I stepped back and smiled as he gave Mom a huge hug and kiss and then asked where Mark was.
Dad turned, and shaking his head told me he was in the backyard and had probably had lost track of time. Dad told me to go see him, and that he would get the bags. I was just getting ready to go into the backyard when Dad caught my arm, and told me to make sure that I told Mark thank you because he had worked his ass off this week. I nodded unsure of what he was talking about and followed the brick path that led behind the house.
As I opened the gate I heard banging and Mark swearing, I shook my head figuring he must be fighting with his car again. I entered the back yard and saw Mark bent over the front of my car where he appeared to be pushing something into place. I heard a pop and standing up Mark stepped back.
“Oh my god!” I cried out.
My car was fixed. The crumpled hood had been flattened and the ruined left fender was back on , and even the cracked windshield had been replaced. There were still a couple of pieces missing around the headlights but they were mounted and the completely destroyed right fender had been replaced by a new one. The red didn’t quite match but it was close. Mark turned when I had shouted and smiled tiredly at me.
“Guess I finished just in time.”
I ran over and threw myself into his arms. Mark caught me around the waist and lifting me off my feet crushed me to him.
“I missed you!”
We had both said it at the same time then both laughed. We stayed there for a couple of minutes, Mark was dirty, and smelled like oil, but I couldn’t care less it just felt good to be in his arms again. Mark put me down and pulling away looked at the car and shrugged saying it wasn’t perfect but a little paint would help. I thanked him and hugged him again, as with Mom I felt that twinge of guilt. I had cost Mark a chance to be back with the girl he loved, and he had responded by spending all week fixing the car I had wrecked by being stupid.
The four of us went out to lunch, and when we came back I was disappointed to find out that Mark had to work tonight. I asked him if he could get out of it, but he shook his head and said that he needed the money plus Mitch wasn’t around, and he couldn’t leave Cynthia alone on a weekend night. I pouted a little bit but knew he had to go and there was no way I would go hang out with him tonight, after spending a week telling Mom I would do better.
The night dragged as I watched the clock waiting for Mark to get home. Usually on a Saturday it wouldn’t be until one am. Well it’s not like I had been sleeping or anything. Around eleven I drew a hot bath and soaked in it. As I lied in the soapy water I started thinking of what my brother had in store for me. Not only was it his night but he had been angry at me for awhile. Picturing Mark tying me down, and forcing his huge cock into my tight little pussy from every angle , I let my hand wander under the water and started stroking my clit. I came hard to the image me on my knees hands behind my back and Mark driving his cock in to the hilt all the while spanking my ass beet red.
The orgasm must have put me out as I suddenly awoke still in the tub, with the clock saying twelve forty five. I hopped out, and after quickly drying off went into my room where I put on Mark’s favorite shade of red lipstick and the simple short black silk robe that he loved. I then went into my brother’s room and after lighting his candles sat on his bed, head down, demurely awaiting my punishment.
Mark came in a few minutes after one, and as he closed and locked his door smiled down at me.
“You look good on my bed sis.”
I looked up and pouted at him.
“I’m sorry I upset you sir.”
I pushed my pout out further , and batting my eyes added;
“I’m here for you to punish me as you see fit.”
Mark looked at me as if he were thinking. That was enough to start getting me wet on the spot; if he had to think about it, then damn straight it would be something really hardcore. Mark stripped his shirt off, and I felt myself getting wetter as I took in his powerful chest and shoulders as well as that amazing tattoo. After kicking his boots off he told me;
“Stand up and take off the robe.”
“Yes sir.” I whispered and did as he said.
“Show me.”
Putting my hands up over my head I slowly turned in a circle for him showing off my long legs, tight ass, and small but perfectly shaped tits. I finished and taking a chance it was what he wanted walked up to him and dropping to my knees unzipped his jeans and pulled them down.
“Good girl.” Mark said quietly as he stepped out of them.
“Thank you sir.”
I pulled his boxers down next, and it was everything I could do not to open wide and take that huge beautiful prick into my mouth.
“May I please sir?” I looked up at him, and using my best little girl voice continued; “Can this bad little girl make it up to you?”
“You can try.” Mark told me.
“Oh thank you!”
I immediately placed my mouth over the head of his cock, and in one smooth motion took him all the way down. I moaned in pleasure at the way his enormous dick completely filled my mouth and throat. Mark moaned softly, and I was sure he had been thinking of this all week as well. I shook my head back and forth while swirling my tongue around the base of his cock before slowly pulling my head up. After removing his cock from my mouth I held it up while I dipped my head down and started tonguing his balls.
As I licked his balls I pumped his cock rapidly with my right hand jerking him off hard. Mark groaned again, and still using my hand I once again swallowed his cock and started bobbing my head rapidly up and down. My brother’s thighs were already starting to tremble, and I was fine with that. I would suck him off nice and quick, swallow every drop he’d give me to take the edge off, then lie back and let him have his way with me. Mark reached down and grabbed the sides of my face. I prepared myself for him to hold my head still and start fucking my face, but instead he pulled my mouth from him and then grabbing my shoulders lifted me to my feet to face him.
“Like you deserve to taste it.” He told me.
“I’m sorry sir I… ow!!!” I cried out as Mark spun me around, and grabbing my right wrist bent my arm up behind my back in a submission hold. I groaned at the pain in my shoulder as he pushed me over to his bed. When we reached it, he let go of my arm and pushed me onto the bed grabbing my hips, he half lifted half tossed me up so I was laying full length on my stomach. Crawling up over me Mark grabbed a fistful of my hair hard enough to make me wince.
Lifting my head up Mark hissed in my ear;
“You were a very bad girl weren’t you Megan?”
“Yes sir.”
“You betrayed me didn’t you?”
“Yes.” I gasped as he pulled harder on my hair.
“You’re a lying fucking whore Megan, and you’re going to be punished for it aren’t you?”
“Whatever you see fit master.” I whispered as both my eyes and pussy began to water.
“Well for starters for the next two weeks every night is my night, you don’t have the right to control me do you?”
“No sir.”