Part one: A close call.
We left Uncle Ray's house at 7am the next morning. As I looked out the back window Uncle Ray and Malory, who were standing on the porch waved. I waved back, blowing my Uncle Ray a kiss that he returned. Aunt Karen and Jake were nowhere in sight. The two of them had more than enough of us at that point. I sighed and turning in my seat leaned against the door and closed my eyes hoping that maybe I could drift off. We were supposed to drive several hours until we got to the edge of Virginia then stop at a holiday inn and stay until noon tomorrow. Dad was going to drive the first three or four hours then let Mark finish so I was pretty much stuck back here. Needless to say no one in the car was in too good of a mood. Mom was still visibly upset over Aunt Karen's remark. My father also wasn't too happy, he and his brother got along well but it was a strain on them that their wives didn't. I know dad was worried about mom as well, she had been depressed for years after Jacob and every once in awhile it kicked back in. Dad also wasn't too thrilled with my brother at the moment.
At that thought I opened my eyes and looked over at Mark, who was sitting straight up facing the road, his eyes were open but as usual he appeared to be somewhere other than here. Mark had been quiet since he had snapped and hit Jake. Oddly he hadn't gotten as upset as he had when he lost it on the bag rather he seemed strangely satisfied as if hitting Jake had served to calm him in some way. Even when Mark had gone to the mall with Malory and I later he had barely said anything, leaving us alone to shop while he sat in a bookstore and looked though some magazines. I felt bad that I couldn't be with him later that night. Because of what happened with Jake Mark had to sleep on the couch downstairs and I had thought of slipping out of Malory's room and keeping him company for awhile, but things had gone downhill enough and I didn't need to add to it by taking a chance. As it was I still couldn't believe that I had fucked my brother in Jake's room yesterday.
I asked Mark before I went to bed if he was okay after what happened. Mark had shrugged and said;
"Of course I am that'll be the day I don't stick up for my family."
I had hugged him tight, I don't care what the circumstances were I had just been so thrilled to hear Mark acknowledge that he had someone other than me and Krissy in his life. I was even more touched after that when just before I went upstairs mom had come down for the first time since the argument with Aunt Karen. At the time Uncle Ray, my Aunt and Jake had also been in the parlor and as my mom came into the room, my brother walked up behind her and putting his arms around her kissed her on the cheek and putting his head on her shoulder gave my cousin and aunt a look that dared them to say anything. The message was clear; fuck with her fuck with me. I was proud of my brother for that, most people say things like that aren't worth it, but that's why people get away with things because no one makes them worth it. Takers take until their taken. My brother and I had been taken for years, but no more. Now we were the takers.
This morning though Mark had gone a little too far. As our parents were talking the four of us were standing outside saying goodbye, or at least some of us were, Jake and Mark were obviously not speaking. When Malory went to say goodbye to Mark she hugged him then went to kiss him on the cheek. Part of me had wondered if after the way she had flirted all week she would have tried for the lips but she was playing it safe. My brother however did not. As Malory went for his cheek Mark grabbed her chin and kissed her on the mouth, and not just a quick peck I mean this was a kiss.
Malory seemed stunned at first and started to back off, but Mark wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him all the while holding the kiss. I watched shocked, but turned on, as Malory gave in, her arms reached up behind Marks neck and I could see her mouth open to allow his tongue to slide into her mouth. Mark slid his hand up her back and into her long blonde hair. I was only a couple of feet away and swear I could feel my pussy gush as I heard my cousin let out a whimper into my brothers mouth as his other hand went up her side and grazed her tit through her sweater.
At that point I became aware of Jake coming up next to me. He called out his sister's name and to my amusement was ignored; rather her hands had made their way down my brothers back and grabbed his ass. Just then my Mark opened his eyes, stared directly at Jake and winked. Jake went to move past me but I got in front of him and told Mark to knock it off. Mark broke off the kiss although as he did Malory leaned up and caught another quick one before laughing and telling Mark he could come back anytime. Malory then walked past Jake and I, her face was flushed and she was smiling ear to ear. As Mark followed he looked at Jake and said;
"I can't wait for your sister to come down my way."
I was still standing in front of Jake who after glaring at Mark looked at me and shaking his head told me my brother was a real piece of shit, and that his mother had been right when she had told my father that he should send him back to the pound where he came from. Up until that point I had stayed out of the drama, however after hearing that I looked at Jake who I had always been happy to refer to as family and told him that I had come from that same pound. I turned and walked away without giving him a chance to respond. I caught up with Mark as he walked over to the car.
We were met there by dad who was pissed. As we walked up to him I saw Malory with my Uncle. I couldn't hear what was being said but he was obviously upset. Of course they had seen Mark kiss her. As soon as we got up to dad he waved me over to the porch. I had no choice but to walk away, as I did I could hear dad start up;
"What the hell was that bullshit all about? That's my niece for Christ's sakes!"
I sat on the porch stairs and watched Malory and Mark getting yelled at. Mom was standing there looking distraught; Jake was storming down the driveway towards the back door and Aunt Karen was in the window looking as miserable as ever. To think I had always dreamed of having family. After a couple of minutes Uncle Ray had come over and given me a huge hug goodbye and told me how sorry he was the visit hadn't gone well. He then slipped me a check for two hundred dollars and told me to buy some art supplies. I thanked him and then we both watched as mom went over and got dad away from Mark which I was thankful for as it looked like dad was really laying into my brother, who even from a distance I could tell was getting nervous. Because of his past Mark didn't take to being yelled at, and it was an effort for him not to get upset. Despite their differences Mark had a lot of respect for dad and was grateful to him for letting him come to live with us so always held back.
All this went through my mind as I watched Mark sit there wrapped up in his own little world. I wondered what dad had said to him. I knew he had probably heard about all of it at once, losing it in the basement even though dad had caused that one, hitting Jake and making out with Malory. I also knew Mark was sitting there trying to pretend it didn't bother him, but I knew otherwise. Mark was more sensitive than my parents thought. I was just the only one that ever saw it. Reaching over I tapped Mark's leg and as he looked over gave him one of my trademark huge crooked smiles that he could never resist. Sure enough after a few seconds he smiled back a little sadly, but it was still a smile. I took his hand and gestured for him to lean over towards me. When he did I whispered in his ear;
"Don't you worry Mark; We got our own room tonight, and your nasty big sister bought a couple of surprises for her naughty little brother."
I leaned back over to my corner and left him to think about that. Of course this led me to start thinking about tonight, by far a much better topic than the little family drama we had just put behind us. The minute my father had mentioned the hotel last night my mind had gone into overdrive. It's not like Mark and I didn't get each other at least a couple of times a week, but most of the time my parents were home and we had to be quiet, not to mention the constant chance of getting caught. We always locked our bedroom doors and the adjoining bathroom gave us the chance to slip in and out of each other's rooms quickly but still there had been a couple of times dad had knocked on one of our doors and questioned why they were locked. I would just shrug and tell dad it's because I liked to lounge around in my underwear which would be enough to get dad onto another subject. As far as Mark's door being locked I winked and told dad that I wasn't sure but I know he had a stack of magazines in the closet and well you know, once again, enough to get dad off topic.
Tonight would be different though oh yes it would! Our room wasn't even next to Mom and Dad's it was across the hall and a couple of doors over. Mark and I would be able to be as loud as we wanted to be. Never mind I planned on using every damn piece of furniture in the room as well as my all time favorite the shower! Then of course there were the surprises I had picked up when Malory and I had gone shopping last night a couple that I had already thought of then one that had come about spur of the moment that was really going to add to the evening's festivities. Best thing was that since Mark had decided to stay in the bookstore he had no clue what I had bought.
