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.