I opened my eyes slowly and winced at the throbbing in my head which I'm sure had something to do with the brandy from last night. The fact that according to the annoying red numbers on my alarm clock it was 3:45 in the morning didn't help either especially since Mark and I hadn't gone to sleep until one am. I sighed, well it's not like I hadn't functioned on less sleep, then again I thought most days didn't involve an impending sixteen hour drive to North Carolina. The only good thing was that according to dad's "schedule" I wasn't due to take the wheel until early afternoon so maybe I could nap in the back seat, just stretch my feet across Mark's lap and nod off.
Speaking of my little brother I looked over at him and smiled. I was lying on my side and Mark was on his back with his head turned towards me. Mark was still asleep and I enjoyed watching him. My brother usually has a serious expression on his face accompanied by an intense stare that gives him the appearance of always being pissed. Asleep however, with his features completely relaxed my brother really was beautiful. Not for the first time I was struck by how much we resembled each other. The same thick jet black hair, high cheek bones, and perfectly even features, even our eyes, although different colors were equally intriguing. My own that were so light blue they were all but transparent, and Mark's bizarre shade of greenish gold that changed colors.
My lips were much fuller of course and unlike my ivory skin tone, Mark was darker with a hint of an olive complexion. Our parents were both Irish and I guess some of the Celtics had a bit of color to them while the rest were fair. Reaching out I gently ran my fingers through his hair along his temple. Mark made that adorable little noise he always did in his sleep and nuzzled his face into the pillow. My smile widened; who'd have thought my bad ass little brother could be so damn cute sometimes? I repeated the motion and as Mark cooed again this time I frowned. I had pushed harder with my fingers and I could feel the outline of the long scar under my brother's hair just below his temple.
When he was fifteen Mark's foster father at the time; an animal named Max had been doing cocaine on a silver platter. Mark had come into the room and as usual Max had hit him, when Mark fell he hit the plate spilling the coke. Enraged Max then took the plate and smashed it into my brother's head. Mark had suffered a fractured skull and had to have a metal plate inserted in his head, he had been in a coma for three days before finally waking up with miraculously no permanent damage. Not that the Doctor's had been able to determine that right away as it would be over two weeks before Mark would say so much as a single word. This was traced back to the fact that the police who had investigated the case had found out that my brother as well as another foster child who lived there were beaten for speaking in Max's presence.
It was little wonder Mark had nightmares and difficulty sleeping. It was those dreams however as well as my own that led us to start sleeping together in the first place. It was rare that either of us would have a nightmare if we were in bed together. In the six months that we had been having sex it had not happened at all. So to me as wrong as most people would say our relationship was, how could it be that bad if we felt so good together? Speaking of feeling good together, as much as I looked forward to seeing my uncle Ray for the first time in two years it meant that for the next three to four days Mark and I wouldn't be able to even sleep together let alone fuck, so maybe a little good morning quickie was in order.
Leaning forward I kissed Mark on the lips. His eyes opened slowly and he smiled at me.
"Morning little brother." I whispered and kissed him again.
"You look adorable like that." He said.
"Like what?"
"You and scoob."
I realized that I was still holding the stuffed Scooby Doo doll from last night. Mark reached out and touched it.
"You look like a cute little kid."
"Oh yeah?" I took his hand and removing it from the doll placed it on my tit.
"Still just cute?" I asked.
"Hell no." Mark replied as he began toying with my nipple through my t-shirt.
I reached down under the covers and grabbed his cock which told me that Mark was more than ready to get some of his big sisters pussy.
"How about I lose scoob, you lose your pants and you fuck the shit out of me?"
I tossed the doll off the bed and sitting up stripped off my t-shirt. Mark slipped his pants off and as I rolled over onto my back started sucking on my left tit his hand going down and his fingers finding my wet pussy.
"Oh, that's nice little brother but just fuck me! We don't have much time and..."
As if right on cue the two of us jumped at the sound of dad knocking loudly on Mark's bedroom door.
"Hey Mark! You up and moving?"
"Shit!" Mark exclaimed as he all but through himself out of my bed.
Grabbing his pants he covered the distance between my bed and the bathroom in three long steps. As soon as he entered he yelled;
"I'm in the bathroom!"
"Alright!" Dad called out. "Were leaving in a half hour, so stay out of the mirror!"
Mark ignored that. My dad was constantly riding him about being a "pretty boy". My heart still pounding I jumped out of bed quickly and tossing my shirt back on unlocked my bedroom door. I had no sooner taken my hand off the knob when dad knocked on my door.
"You up honey?"
I opened the door.
"How could I not be?"
Dad grinned and shrugged.
"Yeah guess that was a little loud."
