Siblings with benefits

I looked over at Mark who seemed, as he had all day, to be almost unnaturally calm. Mark was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans both of which fit him a bit snugly. Despite my nerves I found myself not only thinking how damn good he looked, but even caught my eyes lingering at the bulge between his legs. Megan you are one sick puppy I told myself. Then again I wasn't alone as on more than one occasion since we had left the house I had noticed Mark staring at my legs. I was wearing a white tank top and a pair of very tight cut off denim shorts and had also caught Alex looking several times as well. Oh well guess I wasn't the only one with sex on the brain.

I looked up as Murdock pulled a couple of straps across Mark's chest and was explaining how they would monitor his breathing rate. Next he attached two small cuffs to the tips of Mark's middle and index fingers of his left hand. I asked what they did and Alex spoke up from where he was reading that they measured the amount of sweat on the fingertips. My eyes made their way over to the machine itself which was a surprisingly small box that had several needles that would chart the various readings. Apparently if any or all spiked past a certain tolerance it meant Mark was lying. Murdock finished hooking everything up to the machine then stepping back from the table told Mark he was going to ask him some basic questions so he could see where Mark's levels were when he was telling the truth.

As Murdock asked Mark his name, date of birth and similar easy questions I slid my chair closer to the table and watched the needles start scratching across the paper. Murdock then told Mark that he wanted him to answer the next questions falsely;

"How much do you weigh Mark?"

"Two hundred pounds." Mark answered calmly.

The graph spiked.

"Your age?"

"Twenty five."

Another spike.

"Okay Mark," Murdock said as he grabbed my pack of cigarettes off the table and taking one out lit it.

"Help yourself." I said dryly.

"Sorry." Murdock said absently then continued to Mark;

"I want you to answer the next question very casually. You know like me and you are at the bar just shooting the shit old buddies like you and Alex okay?"

Mark nodded and Murdock asked;

"So Mark how many brothers and sisters do you have and how old are they?"

"I have a sister named Megan she's twenty three." As Mark spoke the needles stayed still. "I also have a brother named Jack who just turned nineteen."

At that the needles spiked and I felt my stomach begin to turn even more. These were stupid questions how would Mark be able to get through serious ones? Murdock shook his head and said;

"I told you to relax Mark."

"I am relaxed." Mark said and really did seem to be.

"Why don't I ask a couple? " Alex asked.

"What would be the point Alex?" Murdock asked turning to face him. "You're not going to be asking in court."

"Well maybe he'll get comfortable with me then you take back over." Alex said shrugging. "Couldn't hurt right Megan?"

As he asked he looked at me and smirked. I shrugged hoping it looked casual then turned towards Mark who to my surprise winked at me.

"Let's try it." Mark said.

"Okay whatever." Murdock said and came and sat down next to me.

As I looked over at him, I realized that Murdock was nervous and that fact did little to settle my own nerves nor did the huge smile on Alex's face as he turned to face my brother:

"Hey Mark, which one of us can bench press more?"

"You." Mark said rolling his eyes.

"And who is better looking?" Alex asked grinning.

"Me." Mark said smiling back.

"See that!" Alex exclaimed pointing at the still needles. "He just blatantly lied and the needles didn't move!"

"Oh for Christ's sake Alex." Murdock said shaking his head. "That question is an opinion if he thinks he's better looking it won't register."

"Oh he knows I'm better looking than him." Alex said. Turning to me he asked. "Come on Megan who is better looking here?"

"I don't know Alex." I told him shaking my head like Murdock. "He's my brother how do I know if he's better looking than you?"

Alex smirked at me and said;

"I don't know Megan I bet you think your little brother's pretty cute."

"Alex enough!" Murdock snapped. "This isn't going anywhere, go play mirror, mirror on the wall later."

"Jeez," Alex said." I was only trying to get everyone relaxed here just making a joke." He gave an exaggerated sigh and muttered;

"Okay okay."

At that Alex slipped a picture out of the folder and I held my breath; I had no idea what to expect but breathed a sigh of relief when I saw it was a picture of Cynthia. In the picture she was sitting on the bar at Mitch's in a short black dress smiling.

"Who is this Mark?"

"Robin Strafford." Mark said

The graph spiked. Alex frowned at that then said;

"Really, who is it?"

"Cynthia."

"You and her a couple Mark?"

"Sort of." Mark said.

The needles moved very slightly but not as much as before.

"Means he's not sure." Murdock said softly to me. "Those reactions the judge will lean towards truth."

"So Mark," Alex continued beginning to smirk. "Does Cynthia take it in the ass?"

"Alex!!" Murdock snapped again.

"Yup." Mark said grinning back at him.

"Ahh, but does she like it?" Alex asked his smile widening.

"Not all the time." Mark replied his own smile getting bigger.

At that I felt a surge of anger go through me and leaning over I punched Mark hard in the arm.

"Ow!" Mark cried out in surprise,

"I've told you about that bullshit Mark!" I yelled at him. "You don't ever make a woman do something she doesn't want too!" I swung and hit him again in the same spot.

"Christ Meg!" Mark exclaimed.

As the irrational burst of anger flowed through me, I pictured Mark forcing Cynthia to take his massive cock in her ass. I had spent close to two years having a cock forced into every hole I had and couldn't bear the thought of any woman being pushed to do that. I swung at Mark again but this time he caught my wrist and pushed my hand away.

"Enough sis." Mark said. His voice was soft and still extremely calm. "It's just a game with her and me. If she really doesn't want to she doesn't have to."

"Right." Alex agreed. "If she doesn't want too you tell her you'll find someone else who will so see you later." He nodded in approval. "Just like I do it I..."

"Fuck you Alex!" I snapped at him surprised at the venom in my own voice. "Why don't you let me shove a fucking pipe up your fucking ass." I shook my head in disgust. "Piece of shit!"

"Whoa watch your mouth Megan." Alex snapped back. "You think you're talking to one of your druggy friends that will listen to anything that comes out of your mouth so they can put something in..."

"For Christ's sake!" Murdock yelled. "What the hell is wrong with you people? Knock it off."

Murdock stood up from where he was sitting and continued;

"Maybe you two should leave," He paused and added. "In separate cars of course and Mark and I will work this out."

"I...I'm sorry." I said softly and sitting back down put my head down. "I just..."

I stopped as I really had no idea what to say. No one except for Mark and my parents knew everything I had been through so I am sure to Alex and Murdock I seemed crazy.

"Everyone's just on edge is all." Murdock said quietly getting me off the hook. "Now let's just all calm down. We've all been working together on this we need to keep doing it okay?"

"Yeah sure." Alex said. "For the record Megan you should try being a little more grateful to me that I..."

"And you should be grateful that Murdock stopped you from finishing that last sentence." Mark said softly. "Because if you had, I would have knocked you on your ass," Mark paused and added. "Notice that graph didn't move on that one."

Alex stared hard at Mark for a minute and I thought he was going to respond with a threat of his own. Instead, and to me more disturbingly, Alex smiled and nodded.

"Okay Mark I forgot big sis is never wrong. It's okay really, I shouldn't have gotten involved in your little spat." He smirked. "We cool? Ready to start again, no jokes?"

"Absolutely." Mark said and as he did he returned the smile. "I'm totally ready Alex what's next?"

I stared at my brother in dismay. Mark knew that Alex was eventually going to put him on the spot about our relationship and he was egging him on.

"Okay Mark," Murdock began as he reached into his briefcase and pulled out a folder of his own. "What was the name of the man that beat you as a child?"

"Max Thompson." Mark replied.

"Is this him?" Murdock asked showing Mark a picture of someone I had never seen.

"No."

"This?" Another unknown face.

"No."

"What about him." This was a picture of Max.

"No." Mark said.

This time the needle not only moved but practically leapt across the paper.

"Mark do you have nightmares about your past?"

"Yes."

"In them do you see this man?"

"No."

Another huge jump.

Murdock sighed and looking at the picture in his hand said quietly;

"Mark I want you to imagine you're doing your karate exercises. I want you to breath deep and picture controlling your breathing and your heart rate just as if you were getting ready for a match. I'll give you a couple of minutes okay?"

Mark nodded and closed his eyes. I looked over to see Alex staring at Murdock who shook his head. Alex looked away and for the first time this evening seemed serious. A moment later he looked up and saw me looking at him. I did not look away and after a minute Alex tapped the folder in front of him and after tapping it winked. With an act of what felt like the last of my will I kept my gaze steady, and after glancing down at the folder, looked back up at him and forced a smirk of my own. Alex nodded at me as if in approval and looked back at Mark as Murdock, once again holding up the picture of Max, began speaking again;

"Mark when you saw this man at the Green bar did you know who he was?"

"No." Mark said, adding a shake of his head.

The needles jumped.

"Mark, have you ever used cocaine?"

"Never." Steady.

"Ever sell cocaine?"

"No."

"Did you ever tell Max Thompson you were a drug dealer?"

"No."

The needles jumped again and I felt my eyes beginning to well up.

"Mark once more have you ever seen this man?"

"No never."

A large jump.

"This isn't going to work." Murdock said tossing the picture down. "Not at all." He took a deep breath and said; "Mark it's time to talk deal; you can't beat this."

"No." Mark said. "I will not go to jail and let him win."

"Mark..."

Before Murdock could finish Alex spoke up;

"Listen Roger this isn't right." He pointed at the picture of Max. "These questions will all be skewed."

"What do you mean?" Mark asked.

"Okay look. Let's say you aren't lying. You never recognized Max until he said who he was. Thing is now you do know him!" Alex turned to Murdock. "Now that he knows him his brain recognizes him and he can't say he didn't know him then because once his mind knew who he was it can't differentiate when it was he knew him. Get it?"

Murdock paused and began stroking his chin as he was thinking.

"Mark?" Alex asked.

"Makes sense." Mark agreed.

"Maybe." Murdock said then sitting down next to me again pulled some papers from his briefcase and started looking through them.

Leaning over I saw they were all references to cases that he felt had precedents in Mark's case. As Murdock sat there scanning each document Alex sighed and said;

"Well let's try some more maybe you'll get used to it."

"I think it's a waste of time." I spoke up quickly.

Alex turned to me and grinned.

"Yeah I bet you would." Looking over at my brother he asked;

"What do you think Mark? Want to keep trying?"

As he spoke Alex reached into the folder again but kept his hand over the picture there. I felt my heart beginning to race.

"What's the picture?" Mark asked.

"You only get to see if we keep going." Alex stated. "You have to pay to play Mark you know that."

When Alex finished speaking he sounded as if he was about ready to laugh. Once again to my chagrin Mark smiled back and said;

"Okay Alex I'll play. What you got there?"

"Oh nothing really." Alex said. "I'm just screwing with you seeing if you could you know... stay calm." He shrugged and picking up the picture showed it to Mark and asked;

"So who is this little hottie?"

I could see the picture in his hands from where I was sitting and stifled a groan as I saw it was a picture of me. Not just any picture but one from a Halloween Party Alex had hosted at a private club. I had had gone as a French maid with a frilly skirt that had barely covered my ass and my extremely long legs encased in black fishnets. In the picture I had one of those legs up on the shoulder of Alex who was dressed as Dracula, the feather duster strategically covering between my legs. As I stared at the picture I remembered that Mark, who had gone as Marques Desade and had a leash attached to Cynthia, had stared at me all night. By the end of the party Mark had made some excuse to take Cynthia home, came back to pick me up and then took me back to his place where he put the leash and collar on me and fucked the shit out of me. As those thoughts raced through my mind it hit me how twisted we really were; those were certainly not typical brother sister memories.

Mark looked at the picture then up at Alex who could no longer contain the smirk on his face. This was where it was going to come out. I looked over at Murdock who was engrossed in his paperwork; was Alex really going to expose us in front of him?

"That's my sister." Mark said putting his hands up as if to say; so?

"She looks hot in this pic though no?" Alex asked.

"She's my sister." Mark repeated leaning back in the chair and shrugging. "I don't think of her like that."

As Mark spoke the last part of that sentence the needle crept up part way. Alex was watching and grinned.

"Interesting." He looked at Mark. "Didn't answer me though; question is Mark, do you think Megan is hot?" he laughed. "Come on Mark look at her damn legs in that picture."

Murdock glanced up and after rolling his eyes went back to reading his files. Mark sighed and said;

"Yes my sister is very attractive." He then smirked. "How could she not be? She looks just like me!"

Alex grunted as he watched the needle stay still and looked as if he were going to say something when Murdock abruptly stood up.

"Listen I'm going to go down to the basement to the reference stacks and look for a few things. I'll probably be a few minutes think you three can get along while I'm gone?"

"Yes dad." Alex said sarcastically.

"Well if you guys want some air the door down the hall leads to the alley behind the building. Don't go out the front the alarms set and no one is supposed to be on this floor at night got it?"

"We'll probably just stay here." Alex said sitting back in his chair and looking at the picture of the two of us.

"Air sounds good actually." I said, trying to get Mark to agree. With Murdock gone Alex would sure as hell not hold back.

"But I'm not done." Alex said simply, and then looking at Mark grinned. "Unless you don't want to play twenty questions anymore," He shrugged as he watched Murdock leave the room. "You know just in case you have any secrets you're afraid will come out."

"I don't know what you've been smoking Alex but if you want to keep playing your stupid game I'm up for it."

I wanted to get up and tell Mark we were going to go outside but it would look bad. I looked at Mark and Alex staring at each other and found myself resigned to the fact that our secret was going to be exposed very shortly and God only knew what Alex would do with it; what kind of games he would play.

"So Mark." Alex said the smirk back in place. "Have you ever kissed Megan?"

"What the hell kind of question is that?" I snapped.

"One that I don't remember asking you." Alex said giving me a dirty look.

Before I could respond. Mark said quietly in Latin;

"Let me handle it my sister. All will be well."

"What did you say?" Alex asked.

"I said don't waste your breath he never listens."

As Mark spoke I was looking at the polygraph and noticed it didn't move even though Mark had just lied; maybe because it was close to the truth.

"Whatever, you didn't answer me. You ever kiss your sister Mark?"

"Of course I have she's my sister." Mark answered. "Hell I kissed her this morning."

"On the lips Mark, don't play with words." Alex told him. "Have you ever kissed Megan... on the lips?"

"Yes." Mark answered with no hesitation.

"Yeah?" Alex asked smiling as he saw the graph not moving. "Why would you..."

"If you need to know which you seem to do," Mark said softly. "I really had no experience with girls and was with Krissy and well... I didn't really know how to kiss. I mentioned it and Megan." Mark looked away and whispered;

"My sister taught me how to kiss."

"No shit!" Alex said laughing then looking at me said; "Aww what a great big sister. So what else did you teach little brother over here?"

I rolled my eyes at him and turned away to look at Mark who was sitting there as calm as could be.

"Anything else you want to embarrass me with Alex?"

"Hey Mark it's not my fault you were a late bloomer!" Alex laughed again. "Bad ass Mark had to have his sister show him how to kiss. Priceless" With a wink Alex then asked; "So, she teach you to French too?"

"I'm not even going to answer that." Mark said sounding disgusted.

"Yeah I figured." Alex said. "Makes me wonder why. Anyway, hmmm." Alex made a show of thinking then snapped his fingers.

"Hey Mark ever sleep with your sister?"

Mark was silent and for the first time since we had gotten there looked nervous. I swallowed hard wondering if I should just start up with Alex and break this off even if it made us look bad. As I took a breath and prepared to start making a scene I saw Mark cock his head slightly, that odd distant look came into his eyes and I swore he looked as if he were listening for something. Maybe he heard Murdock coming. I tried to listen but didn't hear anything.

"Well Mark?" Alex asked again his electric blue eyes were boring into my brothers. "Hey, you in there, or just ignoring the question?"

Mark sat up straighter in his chair and glanced over at me. I narrowed my eyes and looked at him closely; his eyes seemed to have darkened and he had that intense look he got on his face sometimes.

"Yes I have." He said quietly. Even his voice sounded a bit different. Not louder but stronger more confident.

"You've slept with Megan?" Alex asked. "So you admit that you..."

"I've slept with her as in we were in the same bed you jerk." Mark told him. "She told you about my nightmares Alex, when I was younger I couldn't sleep. Megan would sleep next to me so I could."

"That's not what I meant and you know it Mark. Have..."

"I wouldn't expect you to understand that Alex." Mark said interrupting again and now I could hear the intensity in his voice as well as see it in his face. "Spoiled little rich kids don't grow up with problems like that. You have no idea what my sister and I went through. So wipe that fucking smirk off your face and if you have something you want to know stop yanking my chain and fucking ask me."

As he finished Mark stared directly into Alex's eyes leaning over as he did so. Alex stared back at him and after slowly licking his lips nodded and after looking over at me turned back to Mark and asked simply;

"Mark are you fucking your sister?"

I felt as if someone had just kicked me in the stomach. As soon as he asked Alex looked at the graph waiting for Mark to answer.