Siblings with benefits
Chapter 22 continuation 2

As if to confirm my fear Ginny began speaking;

"You look lovely tonight hon." She paused, then asked the question I had been dreading;

"Is that your brother with you?"

Seeing no way to lie. I nodded;

"Yeah he got some really good news today and wanted to celebrate, and he knew I always wanted to come here."

"Oh how nice!" Ginny said smiling, then making a sad face said; "That's too bad about him and Krissy, they were a cute couple."

"Yeah they were." I said.

Ginny nodded and I heard her husband call her. I sighed thinking I might be clear, but she looked back at me and continued to talk;

"I'll tell you Megan the two of you were something on that dance floor. Most couples can't dance together like that."

I laughed nervously as my stomach began to turn.

"Yeah well we both had lessons and it was kind of fun to show off."

Ginny nodded then drove the dagger home;

"You know Megan, I know this sounds funny, but I swear I saw the two of you kissing out there."

"Kissing?" I asked forcing a fake laugh.

"Yeah kissing." Ginny wasn't laughing.

"Well he kissed me on the cheek when we were dancing but that was it, I mean..."

"That's not what it looked like from where I was sitting, Megan." Ginny said.

Like back at the hotel I began to feign offense.

"Well I'm sorry Mrs. Hunter, I don't know what you think you saw, but that's my brother and we weren't raised in a trailer park, we..."

"Easy hon," Ginny said putting her hands up. "It just looked..."

"Like what?" I demanded. "That I was making out with my brother?" I shook my head in mock disgust. "That's pretty damn sick."

I stared into Ginny's eyes and saw she was taken aback by my reaction. I could see her start to get nervous and reaching out and putting her hand on my arm she said;

"I'm sorry Megan! Your right, I don't know why I would even say that! It just looked that way from a distance." She began to blush. "Really hon, I'm sorry."

"Yeah me too." I said quietly. "Well Mrs. Hunter I have to get going."

"Oh of course, hey, tell your Mom I'll see her Tuesday."

I nodded and turning away took several deep breaths. My heart was pounding, and I swear I could feel my legs shaking. Did she believe me? There was no doubt she would tell Mom she had seen us together. Granted Mom knew I was with Mark, but there was supposed to be another couple with us, and what if she mentioned the kissing? A few months ago I could have explained it and Mom would have thought nothing of it, but after the hotel? And if she said it in front of dad there would be hell to pay! I walked back into the dining area and saw Mark standing by the door waiting for me.

I must have looked as bad as I felt at the moment because as I reached him he asked;

"You okay, Megan?"

"Yeah why?"

"You look kind of white," He then added with a smirk; "Even for you."

"Funny."

I wondered if I should mention Ginny. No why get him upset tonight? What was done was done. Either I would get lucky and she wouldn't say anything to my mother or I would just replace a way to downplay the whole thing. Mom would believe me; she always did; which was why you take advantage of her, I added at the end of the thought. I closed my eyes and took another breath, when I opened them I smiled at Mark and walked past him.

Mark tried to catch my arm, but I didn't know where Ginny went so I simply shook my head at him and walked out to the front. While we waited for the car, Mark asked again if everything was okay and I told him I had seen Ginny, but didn't get into the conversation, just telling him I figured better safe than sorry. The valet pulled the car around which cut Mark off from asking any more questions.

Like on the ride up I sat with Mark's arm around me and my head resting on his shoulder. I was quiet on the ride back as was Mark, although I am sure for different reasons. In my case, I was worried about what would come out of tonight, but for Mark it was excitement I could feel his body tensed up he was looking forward to whatever it was he had in store for me. I tried to focus on what it could be, rather than the possibility of more drama and had to say I was drawing a complete blank except for maybe a nice hotel.

After about a half hour Mark took the Branch Avenue exit and pulled up behind Mitch's, where he usually parked when he worked.

"Did you need something here?" I asked.

"Nope, the surprise is here." Mark said smirking.

I frowned at him.

"You're taking me to Mitch's as a surprise?"

"Just come with me."

Mark came around and opened the door for me. I got out and started to walk towards the front, I suppose things could be worse at least I could get a drink. Mark caught me by the hand.

"This way." He said.

Mark led me to the back door that was usually only used for deliveries, and unlocking it let me in. Mark hit the hallway light as he closed the door behind him. We were standing in the back hallway. The door in front of us led into the back room of the bar and I could hear the juke box blasting away. To our left was the staircase that led to the deserted second floor. Still holding my hand Mark gestured to the staircase and led me up to the second floor. Was he going to fuck me up there before we went in to the bar?

Mark hit another light switch at the top of the stairs. One side of the second floor was a series of studs lined up along the floor with a couple of frames for doorways, the other side was a finished wall with a brand new door. Mark let go of my hand and walking over to the door took out a key and unlocking it, stepped aside and waved me in.

"What's in there?" I asked.

Mark rolled his eyes.

"The surprise, now come on."

Shrugging I walked past him and as I did he reached inside and hit a light switch. As I stepped into the room I stopped and stared.

I was standing in the middle of a small fully furnished living room. The walls were paneled and there were a couple of old armchairs along with a matching couch and a coffee table. There was a bookcase along one wall and small desk in one corner. An old floor model TV stood in one of the other corners. Looking off to the right I saw a counter and behind it a small pantry with a fridge and stove, there was a doorway to the left that I could see into enough to see a bed and another smaller door that I assumed was a bathroom.

Mark had closed the door behind me and as I continued to look around I saw a framed portrait of Anton Levay on the wall, hanging next to it was one of my first painting's; a version of the three headed dog Cerebus. My eyes came back to the coffee table where an ice bucket containing a bottle of champagne sat. I was stunned. At first I had thought it might be Mitch's place and Mark was using it, but my painting was on the wall, never mind the picture of Levay.

Mark stepped up next to me and putting his arm around my shoulders asked;

"Well what do you think?"

"I... " I shook my head in disbelief. "Is this yours?"

Mark laughed.

"Of course it is!" he turned me to face him and after kissing me said;

"Surprise!!"

"How?" I asked.

Mark proceeded to tell me how Mitch had been paying him for the last few months to help get the upstairs done so he could rent it. After the first apartment was finished however, Mitch had changed his mind thinking that it might not be smart to have someone living over the bar; it would be too easy to break in. Mark had then offered to live there himself, he could afford to pay something for rent and not only could Mitch trust him, but he would be right upstairs if anything ever happened.

Mitch had agreed and for the last month Mark had worked his ass off at the bar and club and used the money to buy some used furniture, he had also been coming here after hours to paint and finish fixing some minor things. As I walked into the room, looking around Mark took me over to the bedroom and turned the light on. The bed was the only new piece of furniture and was a full queen size bed with a beautiful mirrored headboard and matching bureau. As we went back to the living room I looked at him and asked;

"When are you going to tell the folks?"

"Sunday," He shrugged. "I know they're going to think it's a mistake. You know, I'm too young and should save my money and all that, but it's too late now Megan. I'm going to pack up all my stuff and bring it here Monday after school and I'll be officially moved in."

Mark looked around smiling proudly as well he should. Nineteen years old and he would have his own place. Hell I was twenty one and hadn't even given it any thought. Then again why would I when I had Mark right next door to me? Just a quick trip through the bathroom and we were in bed together. I stopped as the true meaning of where I was fully hit me;

"You're leaving me." I said softly.

"What?" Mark asked.

I started to choke up as I realized what I would be losing.

"You... you won't be in the next room anymore! I... what if I need you Mark?" I started to cry.

"Hey Meg," Mark said grabbing my face and lifting it to his. "It's okay, this is..."

"Why would you do this to me?" I asked.

Once again I knew how selfish that sounded, but I couldn't help it. I had been having such a hard time lately and that was with him living with me.

"To you?" Mark asked. "Meg, I did this for us."

"What do you mean?"

"Megan, look at this, it's my place. You can come here whenever you want. Don't you get it?"

I shook my head. Mark took me over to the couch and sitting me down took my hands in his as he began to speak.

"Think about it Megan; no more worrying about the folks. You come over here anytime you want. I mean ever since the day at the hotel I knew I needed to get out. I would have been kicked out if it wasn't for you."

"If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't have gotten caught." I whispered.

"Whatever Meg, it was going to happen sooner or later. But it was really for the better because it made me do this. No more bullshit from Doug and honestly Megan, you and he haven't been getting along, so if you keep fighting just come here." He smiled reassuringly at me.

"I'm right here Meg, anytime you need me."

"But what if I wake up in the middle of the night? I can't just come over."

Mark looked away for a moment then said quietly.

"You could always just stay here Megan. I mean it's not big, but hey," He looked up at me and winked. "We only need one bed right?"

As I looked at him Mark leaned over, and grabbing the bottle of champagne popped the cork and filled the two glasses that were on the table. Handing me one, he clicked his against it and raising his glass once again said;

"To a new beginning."

I drained the glass in a few long swallows and held it out for more. Mark looked as if he were going to say something, but poured me another half of a glass. I chugged that as well then putting the glass down on the table, stood up. Mark stood with me and put his arms around me.

"This is a good thing Megan, be happy for us."

I nodded and smiled at him. It was a forced one, and had Mark not been so excited he probably would have noticed it. Better that he didn't, this was huge, my brother was going out on his own and all he wanted was for me to be happy for him, and as usual I had thought of myself first. Taking his hand I asked him to show me around even though I could pretty much see everything. Like an excited kid Mark took my hand and brought me into the small kitchen then the bathroom and into the bedroom again.

The entire time Mark was chatting away about where he had found this piece of furniture and how he had fixed something or who helped him. We left the bedroom and Mark told me to wait out in the living room for a couple of minutes. I sat on the couch, and as he went into the bedroom poured another glass of champagne, and drank it quickly before he came out. I closed my eyes as the alcohol gave me a head rush and thought about what this meant. Mark was right, no more sneaking; I could come here whenever I wanted. Hell I could live here if I...

My mind started spinning as the magnitude of what he had said hit me. My brother was seriously talking about us living together. About pretty much being a couple. I loved being with Mark, we were perfect for each other in every way; we understood each other in ways no one else could, we shared the same painful memories of abuse, and understood the problems that went with it. We were the only ones that we could sleep with, and Mark was the only man I could let myself go with. Mark was everything to me; my best friend, my confidant, my lover, my...

My brother, Mark was my brother.

We were brother and sister and everyone knew it. Tonight after over a year of playing around we had gone out as a couple and in the span of two hours I had been told how much we looked alike by a total stranger, and then been all but caught red handed by one of my mother's friends. I shook my head as my mind continued down that path; even my coming over here all the time would eventually look funny to the folks. If I ever moved in it would be all over. Mom was naïve, Dad was far from it, he would know. Know that I had lied to him, that he had been right that morning at the hotel that, Mark and I had been fucking.

It wasn't just the folks either. Cynthia, Mitch, all the regulars from the bar all knew I was Mark's sister. How funny would it look for me to be living with him? A guy as hot as him with his own place, above a bar full of hot college coed's and his sister was his roommate? Cynthia was all but throwing herself at Mark, and he kept turning her down, Tommy was after me and I was doing the same, both of us making up "phantom" lovers. Sooner or later it would start to look funny, that the two of us had no one and seemed okay with it

Tonight Mark had told me he could get into to Suffolk law. Unlike my own, Mark's future was incredibly bright, my brother would have it all; looks, money, power and success, he would be spending his life taking what he wanted. But not if we were together; no matter how we justified it to ourselves, incest was not just a taboo, it was a crime. If we were ever caught Mark could lose everything. Who would hire a lawyer who had a sexual relationship with his sister? Hell if we were found out it wouldn't even get that far, he would be thrown out of school his scholarship revoked. The two of us forever branded as sick freaks.

I closed my eyes and started to fight back the tears that were coming. I now knew that Mark and I could never be more than we had been; siblings with benefits. I could never give up my brother completely and I wouldn't think that he would never want to be with me, but it couldn't be like this, it couldn't be this open. When we started, I had made the rule of "Not for all the time". I had of course not only broken that rule but now had Mark thinking that we could be together.

The problem was telling Mark this. I didn't want to upset him tonight, but I also couldn't let him come back in here and be sweet to me and think we were consummating something; that tonight would be more than just another wild fuck between us. For all I knew it might break his heart. Mark had loved Krissy and may now think he loved me, or maybe he wasn't sure the same way I had been wondering lately.

Since he had come back into my life my brother had given me anything I needed. For the last two months he had been by my side constantly, because I had told him it's what I wanted. As strong as Mark was with everyone else, he always followed his big sister's lead. The only way for this to end would be for me to convince him that I didn't need him, that I was better now and that we could go back to how it was. That I would certainly love to come spend nights with him here, but I didn't need more. I had been selfish for far too long, thinking only of my needs; it was time to think of my brother and his future. I had started the two of us down this path and I would have to be the one to end it.

Mark came back out and shutting off the light in the living room picked up the bucket with the champagne and glasses and taking my hand, led me back into the bedroom. Mark had turned down the bed and lit several candles. I walked over to the foot of the bed and after putting the bucket down, Mark came up behind me, put his arms around my waist and started to kiss my neck.

I sighed and bent my head to the side so my hair would fall away and give him better access to my soft creamy skin. As he started to gently suck on the spot between my neck and shoulder his fingers came up to my chest and began unbuttoning my dress. I reached down and undid the belt so that when Mark got to the last button the dress simply fell open.

We were facing the mirrored headboard, and I watched as, still kissing my neck Mark slid the dress off my shoulders causing it to fall to the floor. I reached up behind me and started running my fingers through Mark's hair. Mark's hands began to gently caress my soft stomach and making their way up, unhooked my bra also letting it fall away. Despite my melancholy thoughts, my breathing picked up as I saw myself standing before the mirror in just the red and black panties, my brother's hands cupping my small but well shaped tits with their pretty little pink nipples.

I tensed up as Mark's fingers found those nipples, expecting him to twist them, however instead his fingers lightly caressed them causing a soft moan to escape my lips. Mark's mouth slid from the side of my neck to the back of it and as his fingers continued to gently tease my nipples, he began placing soft kisses down my back between my shoulder blades.

I let out a sigh as leaning back into him I pushed my ass into his crotch and could feel how hard he was, even through his pants. Mark's hands left my nipples and slid down my stomach to my thighs. I opened my legs so he could reach between them, but instead he held onto my hips as his mouth continued to trail those soft kisses down my back. My brother dropped to his knees behind me, his lips kissing the small of my back just above my panties.

My own hands replaced my brother's, as after licking my fingers I began to play with my nipple's watching in the mirror as I did. Mark hands grabbed my ass and as he held it he started sucking gently on the right cheek. I laughed softly as he went to the other side, and then moaned as he spread my ass open and burying his face between my thighs kissed my pussy through the panties. Grabbing my hips Mark turned me around to face him and still on his knees started kissing the insides of my thighs.

I could feel my pussy begin to drip and my nipple's were so hard they were starting to hurt. I reached down and grabbing Mark's hair, guided his face to between my legs. Mark slid my panties to the side and flicked his tongue quickly across my swollen clit.

"Oh yes, right there little brother." I whispered.

"Mark." He corrected me quietly.

With that Mark's face left my pussy and started kissing his way up my stomach. I moaned and pumped my hips, but he was already standing back up in front of me. He did however pause to suck on each of my nipple's before coming back up and after gently taking my face in his hands, kissed me. I returned the kiss and pulling away looked into my brother's eyes.

Mark had that same look as he had when were dancing, the look from that Saturday morning. The one that I had returned, hoping that it would lead to what I now knew was impossible. As Mark leaned in and kissed me again; his hands sliding around my waist I realized that he was going to continue to be this soft and sweet, that he was going to make love to me the way he had to Krissy.

I remembered that night I had watched him with her, wishing that someone would be that good to me. I had always been nasty with Mark because it was the kind of sex I wished I could have had, but as time went on I had begun to crave that sweet gentle touch. Sometimes we would start that way but one of us would always turn it back the other way. Not tonight though, tonight I could tell my brother planned on loving his sister, treating me the way he thought I wanted to be treated.