I sat back in the chair, eyes closed enjoying listening to Mark recount our first time together. I have to say for someone who generally didn't talk much my brother was a hell of a story teller; then again I suppose to be a lawyer he would have to be. As Mark was finishing painting his vivid picture of that fateful night I thought had that really been almost twenty years ago? Had this nasty girl really been fucking her brother for close two decades?
Because of our situation I had at one time done some research into the subject of "Keeping it in the family" so to speak, and had discovered most instances of incest did occur at younger ages than Mark and I were, but very rarely lasted more than a few months and often were once or twice situations. Hell Mark and I had outlasted most marriages. Then again I thought how many couples can say that after twenty years the sex was even better? My brother and I were living proof that although love may not stand the test of time, sin is forever.
Of course the memories the story itself brought back were getting me hot. When I looked at Mark today; gorgeous, successful, and when it came to women a pure predator, it was a hell of a turn on to know that I was not only the one that broke him in, but had also trained him along the way. It was all I could do not to drop my hand down and start fondling my rapidly moistening pussy. When Mark wrapped it up by saying the last thing that was on his mind was the word "More" I opened my eyes and smiled at him.
"I think you got quite a bit more didn't you little brother?"
"Just an hour or so ago as a matter of fact."
"True, but you know I'm wanting more already." I told him. "After all I've got some catching up to do."
Mark flashed that smug smirk of his.
"Hey you're the one who wanted to spend the last year licking pussy."
"That's not very nice little brother." I pointed out to him. "I don't make fun of you for those few months you decided you wanted to," I placed my hands over my heart. "Make love, to your little Sammy."
Mark stared at me coldly. As soon as I had said it I realized it was a low blow. Mark hadn't brought up Laura he had just been making a joke but I sure as hell wasn't going to back down from him like everyone else did. Hell if I wanted to I could have Mr. "Bad Boy Attorney" on his knees begging to lick my feet in minutes. I returned the stare calmly. I have never lost a staring match. For whatever reason I am capable of going quite a long time without blinking, a trick that along with my ice blue eyes had earned me the nickname Medusa eventually leading to my choosing of the full sleeve tattoo on my right arm.
"Give it up little brother." I said softly. After another moment he blinked and looked away.
"That wasn't right Meg." He said quietly.
"Well you shouldn't make fun of me then."
I turned sideways in my chair and swung my long legs over the arm putting my feet in Mark's lap.
"Now rub my feet and tell me another story."
"What?" Mark shook his head. "You make a crack like that and want me to rub your feet?"
I caught his gaze again.
"As a matter of fact I do, besides you know damn well you do too." I rubbed my foot across his cock. "So be a good boy and rub your sister's feet."
Mark hesitated he was pissed but was already staring at my feet. I'm sure replaying his cumming on them just a little while ago. As if with a mind of its own his left hand began to gently caress the top of my right foot.
"There you go. Now tell me more about that first weekend when the folks were gone."
"Bullshit." Mark said. "Rule is its story for story. You're turn to tell."
"Little brother," I began, taking a stern tone. "The only rule is that I make the rules. So tell me another story and rub my feet or you'll sleep at them tonight after you watch me play with myself, and you get nothing."
"Megan," I stopped him by putting my foot to his lips.
"Remember your place Mark." He glared at me then lowering his eyes kissed the top of my foot.
"I'm sorry my sister." He whispered softly.
"That's better." I nodded. "Now go ahead like a good little puppy."
Mark opened his mouth and started licking the tips of my toes. Damn that made my pussy flow. I needed it again and bad but couldn't cave now.
"That's enough." I said putting my foot back in his lap. Mark went to start rubbing then caught himself.
"May I have the privilege of rubbing your feet my sister?"
"You may." I answered softly as his answer sent another quiver through me. "I'll also allow you to tell me about that next morning. Tell me about how mister "It didn't seem right." came looking for more of his sister's pussy. Because you did; didn't you?"
"Yes." Mark answered as his strong hands rubbed my left foot.
"That's right you did, and why is that?"
"Because I wanted it."
"Better than that."
Mark looked at me knowing exactly what I wanted him to say. Lowering his eyes he whispered;
"Because I was a bad boy who wanted his sister."
"Another good answer." I thought for a minute.
"Tell you what little brother. You tell it as well as you told the first one then maybe, just maybe I'll let you make your sorry behavior up to me sound fair?"
"My mistress is to kind." Mark answered with no hint of sarcasm.
"That's much better. But just so you don't get to confident know that before I leave I will take some time to properly show you your place as apparently you've gotten a bit full of yourself. What do you say to that little brother?"
"Thank you for taking the time to remind me." He replied
"You're very welcome. Now," I slid down a little further getting comfortable. "Tell me about how you woke your big sister up the next day looking for more."
Mark nodded and while still massaging my feet started;
Saturday Morning.
For the first time in longer than I could remember I slept straight through the night, opening my eyes to the morning light coming in through my partially open blinds. I wasn't awake for more than a minute before I was struck by one simple thought: I had gotten laid last night! The funny thing was that although I had planned all week for it to happen, I had been more than taken off guard. After all I had assumed I would be finally getting it from my girlfriend Krissy. I certainly would have never thought the girl I would lose my virginity to would be my own sister.
I sure as hell couldn't deny last night had happened and not been some kind of twisted wet dream seeing as Megan was not only curled up next to me, her arm across my waist and head on my shoulder, but like myself was completely naked. I had to admit as bad as it sounded it felt pretty fucking good! I could feel Megan's tits pressed into my side and even better than that her leg was draped over mine allowing me to feel her pussy against my thigh.
My arm was still around her shoulders just as it was when we had fallen asleep and her hair was across my chest. Megan was still sleeping so I closed my eyes again enjoying the smell of her hair and the feel of her breath on my chest. Lying there I tried to make sense of it. Obviously what we had done last night was wrong. Or was it?
Megan had made a lot of sense last night. We'd spent several years apart and although I did love her as a sister in a way she was more like a best friend, the only person I trusted and she really was the most beautiful girl I knew. We also both follow the teachings of Anton Levay which dictate that everyone should make their own rules, practicing indulgence over abstinence, but something told me even Anton might have a problem with incest.
There were some lines you were just not meant to cross. At that thought my mind turned dark. After all grown men were not supposed to fuck ten year old girls in the ass nor were they supposed to beat children for things like "Making noise" but that had not stopped them from hurting us so why should we give a fuck about rules? Hell being hurt like that was part of the reason that we were so close in the first place because we both understood the pain.
Not only did we understand it but we both continued to deal with it. I still had a hard time overcoming my issues with talking to people and was still even nervous with Krissy. As for Megan we talked about everything so even before last night I knew that she had a hard time really enjoying being with guys because somewhere deep inside she was still afraid of being hurt by them. Well she didn't seem to be holding back last night that was for sure!
For that matter I had to face the truth and admit that I hadn't really either. I had tried a couple of times to say we shouldn't but they were pretty weak attempts and how sincere could I have really been with a raging hard on under the covers? Besides it's not like I hadn't been stroking it to her for the last couple of months. No my sister had not been the only one that wanted it, just the one to take it first. Speaking of first...
Before we fell asleep last night Megan had said she'd be wanting to again in the morning. On that note I started replaying last night in my mind envisioning her lying between my legs not only blowing me but moaning while doing it. Then allowing me to return the favor and lick her pussy which to my delight I could still smell faintly under my nose. Never mind that "Nasty Girl" routine. The dirtier Megan had talked the more she seemed to get worked up. I think it got her going more than it did me. Of course as I thought about last night I started to get hard which made me realize I had to go to the bathroom.
I rolled my eyes thinking this never happens in the movies. I tried to ignore it but being hard was making it worse so as carefully as I could I removed my arm from around my sister and started to slide out from under her. Megan lifted her head and looked up at me, her hair was in her face and her beautiful blue eyes were only half open.
"You okay little brother?" She asked sleepily.
"Yeah I'm fine." I told her as I eased out of bed.
"You sure? You didn't have a bad dream?"
She seemed more asleep than awake. I leaned over and kissed her forehead.
"No I just gotta go."
"Okay but come back with me." She said sounding like a little kid.
