Siblings with benefits

I snapped my head up to see Murdock coming down the alley towards us. Mark immediately tensed up again and pushed me gently away from him. I stepped back knowing it was because he didn't want Murdock to see us holding each other in case Alex had said something. I looked back at Mark and cursed to myself as I saw that look back in his eyes; I had just about had him calmed down.

"I told you I'm done!" Mark told Murdock as he reached us.

"Listen to me Mark." Murdock began. "Like I said I don't know what the hell went on between you and Alex but you need..."

'I don't need or want your fucking help!" Mark snapped. "Go back inside and leave me the hell alone."

"Mark you can't do this alone."

"I can."

"Oh for Christ's sake!" Murdock exclaimed, then looking at me said. "Megan please tell him to listen to me for just a minute would you?"

"Mark please, he's trying to help you. Forget about that prick in there and just listen."

"I don't..."

"Please Mark!" I sobbed letting the tears begin to flow again. "I need you Mark and you need him so please just listen at least. Please Mark for me?"

I continued to cry as Mark looked at me and I felt guilty as at this point I was forcing the tears a bit but I needed him to give Murdock a chance. As much as I trusted my brother I knew we were screwed without help.

"Fine." Mark said sighing and rubbing at the side of his head.

"Okay." Murdock said. "Like I said I don't know why you guys got into a fight Mark but that's not my business. Right now my business is that I invested a lot of time getting you to where you are and I'm not going to give up because Alex has a bug up his ass so this is what we're going to do. I'm going to..."

"Go back inside Roger," Mark said shaking his head. "I can't afford you and I don't want your charity. I can win this I can..."

"You think so?" Murdock asked. "Well you're wrong and you know it. You're being stubborn and stupid. Now just shut up and listen to me!"

Without waiting for Mark to answer Murdock continued;

"Look, you need to deal with that polygraph tomorrow and you need me there. You did terrible in there tonight Mark. At least if I'm there I can tell you which questions to answer and which to pass on. One way or another it's not going to be pretty but," he paused and held up a folder that he had brought out with him.

"Alex had a hell of a point tonight about the questions being skewed because now you are aware of who Max is. I found some precedents that are going to help render the polygraph results inadmissible."

"But the test was going to help me..." Mark started.

"If you could pass the damn thing but you can't, hell Mark if somehow you squeaked through it tomorrow then I don't use these. Point is you need me to present this for you." he sighed;

"The biggest thing Mark is that this far into the game if you show up without me the Judge is going to think I dropped the case it will guarantee a trial and you go to trial it's over."

"Oh Mark please." I said quietly.

"I won't take his help." Mark said making me want to kick his stubborn ass. Before I could say anything Murdock spoke up again.

"Mark, let me tell you something, when Alex first came to me I said hell no to this. Alex told me right off the bat you were guilty but he said it was extreme circumstances. In the beginning I helped you because, well basically his father pays me a lot of money, and I've known Alex since he was a kid and asshole or not he has never gotten into any kind of a game he can't win."

"But let me tell you once I got the full story and saw the things this animal did to you I started to want to win this Mark. Max Thompson is one of the most despicable individuals I've ever set eyes on, and going back to what he did to you and his record since, the only crime here is that he was ever let out." He grunted and smiled tightly;

"From the looks of him he would have been better off if he stayed there. Look Mark the other thing is, and you can believe me or not, is that Alex sold me on you. Like I said he can be a bit much sometimes but I have never heard him rave about someone the way he does you. Like I said Mark, Alex Warner would never back a loser, and kid you are nothing short of brilliant." He put his hands up and out as he spoke;

"Twenty years I've been practicing and I have never seen anyone with the instincts you have. Hell I know lawyers who have been practicing for years who couldn't have come up with some of things you did. It's more than you just studying ahead Mark, you've just got it; you're a frigging prodigy." Murdock sighed as he saw that Mark still appeared unfazed by what he was saying.

"Now you can do the right thing here Mark and let me help you through the hearing and get the chance to be one of the best, or you can tell me to go fuck myself and go it alone. You know a lot Mark, you know what will happen if you go to trial and lose. You'll be kicked out of school, a minimum two years served, at least fifteen years hanging over your head and using your back instead of your brain for the rest of your life. It's your choice kid I won't beg to help you help yourself."

Mark looked away and once again I saw his eyes seem to lose their focus. A moment later he cocked his head slightly then, when I was about ready to ask him if he were still with us Mark looked over at Murdock and to my relief said;

"Okay." He then added. "But only if you let me try to pay you back."

"Mark, I get paid regardless. It's not about..." Murdock trailed off as Mark had started shaking his head, then nodded and said; "Tell you what, Alex had it covered up until tonight so I'll send you something for tomorrow and Monday and you can pay me whatever whenever okay?"

"Okay." Mark nodded.

"Great. Now listen why don't you two meet me around front and I'll give you guys a ride to where ever you're going to stay."

"We'll take a cab." Mark said.

"Mark, you look like you went two rounds with Tyson and your sister has blood on her shirt. I don't think anyone is going to let you in their cab, shit they might call the cops."

"Mark let's just take the ride." I said grabbing his hand and squeezing it.

Mark squeezed my hand back and nodded.

"Okay sis, whatever you want."

"Good I'll meet you in front in a couple of minutes."

"Thank you Roger," I said impulsively leaning over and kissing his cheek.

"Hey I'm here to help right?" he looked down and I realized I was still holding Mark's hand.

"Tell you what I think it's great how close the two of you are, my sister and I barely talk these days." He shook his head "Not as close as Alex thought you were though. Sleeping together," he laughed softly. "What the hell was he thinking?"

*****

Mark was silent on the ride back from Murdock's office to my parent's house. When Murdock had pulled up Mark had gotten into the back seat, and not caring if it looked a little weird or not, I got in with him and as Murdock drove reached out and took his hand. I kept looking over at him but every time I did he was staring straight ahead with that faraway look in his eyes as if he were elsewhere. That wasn't what had me worried; as over the years I had become quite used to Mark's 'going away'. What had me worried was how wound up he still was. I was sitting close to him and could feel the tenseness in his body.

As I continued to look at him I was glad that, according to Mark, mom and dad wouldn't be home, not only wouldn't we have to explain why we were there but I would be able to get Mark to calm down the only way I knew how. Not that I was horny at the moment in any way shape or form but I would be more than willing to let my brother take his frustration out on his big sister's pussy. That's me I thought dryly; always willing to take one for the team.

I whispered Mark's name but he kept staring off into space. I shrugged and slumped down into the seat wondering what was really going on with Mark tonight. When Murdock had left us, we had walked up to the front of the building and I had asked Mark how the hell he had been able to switch up on the lie detector test. Mark had looked at me as if he were going to speak, then as he had done this morning winced and put his hand to his head. After a few seconds he had whispered that he would tell me another time. I decided not to push it as he had been through enough tonight but once again felt that sinking feeling that there was something very wrong with my brother.

We arrived at my parents and after Murdock told Mark to meet him at the courthouse for eight thirty told him to ice his eye because the judge was going to flip if it looked like Mark had been in trouble. As Mark simply nodded and walked away I told Murdock that I had been working with make up for the last couple of years and would be able to match Mark's skin tone and cover up the worst of it. Murdock looked relieved and just before he pulled away told me to take care good care of my brother tonight. If he only knew I thought as I walked up the stairs of the porch to where Mark was leaning next to the door.

I walked up him and after looking at the door whispered sadly;

"I...I don't have a key anymore Mark. Dad doesn't want me here when no one's home."

Mark shook his head and reaching into his pocket pulled out his keys and after searching through them unlocked the front door and stepped aside so I could go in first. I walked past with my head down feeling even worse that Mark still had a key. Then again my brother had never stolen money for drugs from them or sold one of his mother's rings at a pawn shop.

"He's an asshole Meg." Mark said softly as he closed the door behind me. "Doesn't have a fucking clue what you went through just thinks he does."

"I deserve it Mark."

"You deserve him to put his back to you?" Mark asked. "Bullshit! He's too weak to deal with the fact that you have problems. Fucker never had a problem talking about his little girl when you were a cheerleader and winning awards and going to RISD, shit hits the fan and now he doesn't know you." Mark shrugged. "Fuck him."

"Umm maybe we should leave Mark." I told him not liking the way he was getting upset. Last thing we would need is him fighting with Dad when they came back. "I have some money we could take a cab, maybe spend the night in that cute little motel on route six." I smiled and put my hand on his arm. "We've had some good times there no?"

"No, Denise told me we could come stay remember? We're just here a couple of days early that's all."

Mark walked through the living room and stopped near the staircase and looked around as if he weren't sure what to do. I walked over to him slowly and saw that he seemed to be looking past me, not at me. Well I thought time to give my little brother something to focus on. As I reached him I slid my arms around his neck and whispering softy said;

"Hey little brother, how about we go upstairs and take a nice long hot shower together." I gave him a sexy smile and leaning in kissed his neck and gave his ear a playful flick of my tongue. "How's that sound baby? Just stand there and relax while your big sister gets you all clean then we can go into my old room and you can lie back and I'll..."

"You'll what?" Mark asked pushing me away from him. "Tell me what you think will make me better."

I looked into Mark's near black eyes and could see the violence in them. My hand was still on his shoulder and I could feel his powerful muscles tensing under my touch. As he stared back at me his mouth turn up into a nasty smirk. That look made me nervous but yet at the same time I felt my pussy begin to flow; the game had begun.

"Why your big sisters pretty little mouth, and tight little pussy of course." I said. Putting on the pout I asked in my little girl voice;

"Please let me take care of you little brother. I'll be a good girl I promise."

"Suck your brother's cock and then fuck him?" Mark asked. "You are a dirty little fucking slut aren't you Megan?"

"I just want to... Hmmm!" I groaned as Mark reached out and grabbed my chin hard pushing my lips together and causing my pussy to gush.

"I asked you a fucking question! Are you a dirty little slut?"

Mark shoved my face away hard enough to make me take a step backwards. As soon as I did he reached out with his hand and flicked his finger hard catching my nipple. Even through my shirt and bra it stung and I let out a yelp. At the sound of that yelp Mark smiled; it was going to be a rough one.

"I'm your slut Mark." I told him reaching down to grab his cock through his jeans.

I groaned at how hard his cock was as I squeezed it.

"Hmm is that all for your big sister?"

"I'm always hard for my sister." Mark said. "Because she's the nastiest fucking whore I know; nastier than Robin and even more of a slut than that little pig Cyn."

Mark reached up and grabbing me by my hair pulled me into a rough kiss. I moaned as his lips crushed themselves against mine and opened my mouth eagerly awaiting his tongue. Instead Mark broke the kiss and letting go of my hair whispered;

"That's right my big sister is my favorite whore."

"Then let you favorite whore give you what you need baby." I said, and grabbing his hand, walked past him and headed for the stairs.

I had just gone up the first couple of steps when Mark stopped moving. I turned to look at him and with a smile he said.

"Not upstairs."

I looked down at him, and realizing that my crotch was about level with his face, felt my pussy get even hotter;

"On the stairs?" I asked my mind already forming an image of sliding my shorts down and bending over while Mark buried first his tongue then his cock into my hot little pussy.

"No I have a better idea."

I let out a surprised squeal as with a hard yank Mark pulled me off the stairs. I stumbled backwards and fell into Mark who immediately headed over to my parent's bedroom tugging me along by my hand.

"No Mark not there!" I told him stopping and trying to pull my hand from his.

"Why not? It's not like we haven't done it before!" Mark said squeezing my hand tightly so I couldn't pull away.

"That was before Mark." I told him.

Back when Mark and I were first playing around we had done it in my parent's bed a few times when they went away. It was a hell of a turn on back then, but now here I was not even really wanted here. I had put them through enough and didn't want to continue to disrespect them. It was bad enough I had been lying all this time about Mark and I in the first place.

"Are you telling me no slut?"

Before I could answer Mark let my hand go, and faster than I could react to, reached up and grabbed my hair. Stepping to the side Mark pulled on my hair hard enough to make me cry out and all but threw me against the bedroom door. I stopped myself with my hands, but before I could push back Mark pushed me in the back pinning me there. My head was turned and my cheek was pressed into the door.

"Open the door." Mark said.

"Mark I said... Oww!" I yelped as his other hand swung up and caught me on the back of my thigh just below my shorts. He had slapped me hard and in addition to the stinging I was sure it would leave a mark.

"Please little brother," I began. "I'll do anything you want anywhere you want just not..."

I once again yelped in pain as, grabbing my right wrist, Mark bent my arm up under my shoulder blade. I whimpered as a hot pain lanced through my arm and cried out again as Mark twisted his hand in my hair pulling it even tighter.

"I said open the fucking door slut!" he hissed in my ear.

Using my left hand I turned the knob and opened the door to my parent's room. As soon as the door began to open Mark let my arm go and shoved me in the back. I stumbled into the room and fell painfully to my knees.

"Look at you on your knees already." Mark said behind me. "And you said you didn't want to play."

I quickly rolled over and got to my feet. After the stunt with my arm I wanted to keep Mark in front of me. Mark however had closed the door and was simply standing there looking around the room. I took a couple of steps back from him until my legs were against my parent's queen size bed. By staying here I hoped Mark would simply push me back on the bed. Either that or I could drop to my knees and blow him, maybe get him to cum quickly, take the edge off and slow him up. As Mark took a couple of steps towards me I found that I was more nervous than horny. Mark stopped a couple of feet in front of me, and stripping his shirt off, tossed it to the side.

"Mark, they'll be home tomorrow and what if they you know..." I let it trail off as I watched Mark kick his shoes off.

"If they what sis?" Mark asked smirking. "If they smell us? Like I said it's not like we didn't take the chance before. Since when did you grow a conscience?"

"When we did it before Mark you were going with Krissy. If they ever noticed anything they would have thought it was you, or maybe that I had snuck a guy..."

"Oh no it would never be Daddy's little girl!" Mark sneered at me. "Trust me on that sis because he did know and I took the blame!"

"What?" I asked. "You never told me that!"

I had no idea what was going on here, the way Mark had tossed me in here I had thought he was going to jump me but now he seemed to be holding back. I had slipped my sandals off and had started to pull my tank top off but stopped.

"I never told you a lot of things." He said. "Why are you stopping? Take your shirt off, you know you want your brother to see your tits, hell you've been shoving them in my mouth for years now."

I pulled my top off and tossed it over near the door so I wouldn't end up leaving it somewhere. Mark smiled as he looked down at me and whispered;

"Keep going."

"Yes sir." I said looking up at him through my eye lashes.

I reached back and unhooked my bra. Bringing my hands back to the front I slid the straps down off my shoulders but held the cups to my tits teasing a little.

"Want them?" I asked.

"Just take your fucking bar off pig. I'm not Tommy I don't want to tease and play. I'm here to fuck you like you need it.

I threw the bra over to the door along with the shirt, and cupping my small but perky tits in my hands, held them up to my brother. As I did I caught a glimpse of our reflection in the mirror over mom's dresser. I could see the enormous Baphomet tattoo on my brother's powerful back, the bright red eyes staring back at me, and there I was, sitting on the edge of my parent's bed, offering my tits up to my brother. As wrong as it was I felt my heart begin to race and my pussy once again begin to flow. Mark was right; who was I kidding at the end of the day I really was a nasty girl.

"Yeah that's right." Mark said softly as he reached down and lightly caressed my nipples. "Show your little brother those perfect little titties of yours."

I braced myself for him to pinch them but instead his finger tips gently circled my hard pink nipples causing me to moan softly in my throat.

"Alex, I have never seen my sister's tits," Mark said and smiled.

I closed my eyes for a moment and just sat there enjoying my brother's finger and hands fondling my tits. I had been prepared for him to be rough, but would love it if he stayed nice and playful like this. Opening my eyes I reached out and after unzipping his jeans started to tug them down his hips.

"That's right Doug found out once." Mark said abruptly and removing his hands from my tits stepped back away from me as he did.

"Awww," I whimpered. "Bring it back. Don't you want your sister's nice soft lips around your big hard cock little brother?"

"Yeah," Mark continued ignoring me. "It wasn't too long after he almost threw me out. I had already talked to Mitch about maybe wanting the apartment but that little talk with your father kind of forced me