Author's note:
For those of you who have read Lex Talionis (am working on Chapter 6 Aftermath should be done by end of next week.) You already are aware of why Mark takes medication. For those of you who have not read Lex then Mark's condition will be a bit of a revelation. For more details about Mark's secret, check out Lex Talionis, where it is explained in detail. As always thank you for reading.
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I pulled into the parking garage and felt a sense of relief when I saw Mark's firebird parked in its spot. Had my brother not been at work, or at home, I would have been worried. At least now I knew the worse thing he could be doing was going ape shit on the bag at the gym. I parked next to the firebird shaking my head at his license plate. DOMINUS the Latin word for master, Mark really did put himself out there a little too much sometimes. I shut the car off and, checking my make up in the rear view mirror, frowned at the redness in my eyes. I'd barely slept the last two nights and something told me Mark probably hadn't either, which was what had brought me here this morning in the first place. Seeing I was the cause of my brother's sleeplessness, the least I could do was to make sure he was okay, and who knows? Maybe if things went well we could catch a little nap together.
I started to get out of the car, then sat back and thought for a minute. I would have to be careful with Mark. There was no doubt in my mind that my checking up on him would lead to sex. The problem would be what kind of sex? Knowing now what I hadn't known back in Chicago, getting my brother revved up wouldn't be good for him, or for me for that matter I thought, as my back was still sore from yesterday's all out assault in the shower. On the other hand I was afraid if I went to sweet it would turn into making love, as it had Saturday night, and I didn't want to toy with his emotions either by letting him, or denying him, both of which would get him upset. Of course, now that I thought about it, wouldn't any type of sex be all but rubbing my brother's nose in it, if I didn't follow it up with an answer? I grunted disgustedly, now even sex was getting my head racing.
Taking a deep breath, I decided to take a couple of minutes to figure out what I was going to do. The obvious answer, and probably the right one, was to abstain from sex period. I should behave and do what a real big sister would do; check on Mark, make sure he's taking the meds., see if he's been sleeping, and, most importantly, tell him that I was worried and just want to make sure he's okay. Maybe even go for a cup of coffee with him before he went to work, hell, at that point if Mark seemed okay maybe I would even take another shot at bringing up dad.
That of course would be the right and more properly put, the unselfish thing to do, because let's face it; at the end of it, I was the one who would want my brother and would lead us down the path to sex. Mark may be a terror with the rest of the female population, but when we were together it was his big sister Megan who called the shots. And right now between being exhausted, worried over Mark, and upset from emotional roller coaster of reading the journal, I desperately needed my brother, and not just to talk to me, but to hold me, and ultimately to be inside me. Maybe I would just try to ease into it and see where it took us. The last thing I wanted was a replay of Chicago.
At that last thought something suddenly dawned on me; Saturday night had, in reality, started just as the night in Chicago had. The other night when we had entered Mark's bedroom I had told him to get on his knees and start at my feet. I had just received incredible news and was more than ready to celebrate by making my brother service his sister's hot pussy. Just like in Chicago, Mark had taken me in his arms and kissed me slow and easy. Also like that night in my bedroom, I had resisted, but this time only briefly. After my first attempt to pull away I let Mark have his way, let him carry me to his bed and make slow passionate love to me. Now as I sat there thinking of it, I found myself wondering what was different this time, in the past I had always shied away from slow sweet sex. Hell, it was right there in the journal, even as far back as that, Mark's first night in his new apartment, I had turned his attempt to be sweet into a hardcore session, and Tommy had spent years trying in vain to get me to slow down in bed.
That's when it hit me; In Chicago I had not wanted Mark to be sweet simply because I believed that he wanted it because of Samantha, that she truly had broken him. Now a year later, I had been much more receptive to it and all I could think of was earlier this morning Mom referring to Laura as my Samantha. Was that what had happened? Had my own brush with true love left me craving that feeling even more? Had our failed relationships opened up the door for something between us? As I sat there stunned at that idea I heard my mother's voice speaking in my mind
"It's like the two of you are waiting for someone."
Shaking my head, I got out of the car and walked across the garage to the elevator. As I waited for the elevator, my mind drifted momentarily to Laura, how totally perfect she was, and how I hoped she would find someone who would truly appreciate her and give her what I couldn't, everything. The elevator arrived and as I stepped in and hit the button for the seventh floor, my mind stayed on Laura and her visit here with me six months ago; a visit that, as I now thought of it, was another sign of my brothers changing feelings towards me that I had completely missed at the time.
I had brought Laura up to meet mom and dad, and of course, Mark last October. Following my usual pattern, as I know it always made him feel good, we had spent the first two nights at Mark's place. At first I wasn't sure if we would be able to, as not to long after he had seen me in Chicago, Mark had found another pet. This one was a twenty year old blonde named Katrina, who was majoring in psychology.
As was his custom, Mark had e-mailed me several pictures of her, including a shot of him fucking her doggy style. The look of mixed pleasure and pain on her sweet little face had me so worked up I had gone into Laura's darkroom and had her in a sixty nine on the floor within minutes. So when I had called Mark to say we were coming, I had mentioned staying all week at the folks, and Mark had told me he had cut Katrina loose after a couple of months. When I had asked why, Mark became vague and said that the game just didn't seem the same anymore. To my shock he had told me he was "seeing" someone, and, more surprisingly, said she was a few years older than him, and was the CEO of a local company. I asked if it was serious, and he had said they were pretty casual, just spending the weekends together, but that he was getting tired of hunting, as he had always called it, and was fine with it.
In hindsight that should have had me thinking something was amiss right there. Except for his big sister, I couldn't remember seeing him with a woman anywhere near his age, for more than a one night stand, let alone have some type of relationship. Then again in my defense, I was a little preoccupied at the time with a couple of things; one the amazing woman that I was with and two; introducing that woman to my brother. It hadn't occurred to me until we were on the plane, that I had a real dilemma with Laura meeting Mark. My friends from the galleries, and a few other people I knew down there, knew Mark as my "friend with benefits" from back home. Now, obviously, because Laura was going to meet my parents, she had to meet Mark as what he really was; my younger brother.
This was a problem I had never considered and I would have to hope it just worked out that when Laura was at the galleries no one would happen to bring up Mark. My brother only made it down every few months and wasn't due for awhile. I would just have to try to have him avoid that crowd on his visits. I was sure he'd understand but it did make me realize how strange our relationship really was and was also a reminder of the potential problems it could cause if we were found out.
Mark picked us up at the airport and we went out to dinner and then, at my urging, dancing. Mark and Laura hit it off fine and when Laura got up to go to the bathroom and I asked what he thought, Mark had laughed, and said it was pretty bad when his sister was dating a hotter woman than he was. I had turned serious and told him how much I loved her and how excited I was that she was meeting my family. Mark had given me a smile that seemed a little subdued but had kissed me on the cheek and told me he was happy for me. I had felt terrible knowing damn well he missed me but I was with someone and our rule was that sex together was off limits. At one point when Laura had come back and I had my arm around her I found myself looking at Mark, alone across the table, and wishing that it had worked out for him with Samantha. It would have been incredible to have had the four of us be out together, Mark and me, with people we were in love with and who loved us in return.
The club was amazing and Mark did seem to start becoming his old self again. Of course that could be attributed to the half a dozen shots he had done within a half hour of getting there. I danced with Mark a couple of times but we were brother and sister now and were very careful not to get carried away. I have to say, after he passed me off to Laura, it was an incredible turn on to have him sitting at the bar watching as Laura and I were all over each other on the dance floor. The favor was returned to me as Mark then took Laura 'out for a spin' as he put it and had her beet red as he held her from behind and really put on a show of grinding up and down on her. By then Mark had had another few drinks and proceeded to pull two very young girls up from their table and get sandwiched between them on the dance floor. Laura had shaken her head and told me that even though men weren't her thing she had to say that my brother was damn hot and that whatever else my real parents may have been they had made a couple of beautiful kids.
We had gotten back to Mark's place about one am and although it seemed early for me, as well as my night owl brother, Laura was exhausted and I certainly wasn't going to miss out on the thrill of licking her sweet pussy in Mark's guest bedroom knowing that he would be in the next room picturing it. That of course was just what I did. Mark's second bedroom was the size of most people's master bedroom and was furnished with a queen size bed. As Laura and I stripped each other naked and proceeded to let our tongues and fingers wander, I was turned on not only by the thought of Mark envisioning the two of us together, but also by the knowledge that this room was where Mark's pets slept when they weren't "worthy enough" to spend the night in his room, and that he would come in here in the middle of the night, fuck the shit out of them and then leave. Picturing Mark taking those hot little girls in the same bed in which I was getting my pussy licked by a gorgeous blond, was enough send me over the edge and I came like an animal, wailing so loud Laura had looked at me and said;
"Damn baby, you don't want your brother to hear us do you?"
We lay down together, as we always did, on our sides facing each other with Laura's head nestled under my chin. Just like I did every night I ran my fingers lightly through Laura's hair and across her shoulders and, as always, Laura gave me a sweet little giggle and nuzzled her face deeper into my chest. Laura was asleep within minutes but even after the flight, the long night, and one hell of an orgasm, I still found myself unable to sleep. I tried drifting off but all I could think of was Mark lying in his bed by himself, and I'm sure awake, wishing his big sister was in there with him. I was pretty sure of this was because that had been exactly what had been going through my head the weekend I had stayed when Mark was with Samantha. That weekend I had been lying in this bed envisioning Mark not only fucking Samantha but then wrapping his strong arms around her and holding her tight, the way he had always held me. Like Mark had seemed tonight, I had been happy for him but would be lying if I said I hadn't been a little upset because I couldn't be with him.
