Siblings with benefits

In addition to that let's face it; Mark and I were both sexual deviants, and got off to no end on the fact that we were brother and sister and breaking the rules every time we got together. The sex was always hottest when I was telling Mark to fuck his nasty sister, to make her suck his cock. Part of me already knew that I wouldn't ever want Mark to not be my brother, that even if we went further part of me would need him to still be that for me. Mark on the other hand was upset when I called him little brother yesterday as if he just thought we could be Mark and Megan from now on just like that. If we could still be both and he was okay with that then I would feel better about trying except...

The last thought also brought up the biggest issue; we were brother and sister.

Twenty years ago at Mitch's, I had decided that I would bring Mark down, if people found out we would be screwed and his future ruined. Now things were not all that different. Once again I didn't have a lot to lose. Let's face it I painted images of hell and had a queen of the night persona complete with the fact that I attended black mass on Friday nights, if anything people finding out I was my brother's forbidden lover would probably drive up the price of my paintings. My brother on the other hand was a different story.

Mark had a hell of a career and had even received national attention last year when he took on a highly publicized rape trial against one of the best attorney's in the country and had won. At this point Mark had received offers from all over the country and could all but name his price. All that could be gone in an instant however, if we were discovered. Incest technically was a crime, although I wouldn't fear legal repercussions as we were both of age, but Mark would be ruined. Add to that the fact Mark had made some powerful enemies over the years, the kind of enemies that would love to discover just how close Mark was to his big sister, and turn it against him.

I sighed and shook my head; everything was a loop. In Rhode Island we wouldn't have a chance, but in Chicago where people already thought Mark and I were lovers, I suppose there could be one. Apparently Mark thought so as well, as he was ready to move down there. I now found myself wondering if we could get away with it. In my journal I had mentioned several times how Mark and I's resemblance was unmistakable; take away the skin tone and eye color and we were all but twins. Leaning forward I pulled my wallet out and found a picture of the two of us from last year at the black flame in it we were sitting at a table and leaning close together. I also removed my, as well as Moms, favorite picture of the two of us; the one she had snapped in the kitchen the morning we had gone to Uncle Rays.

In that picture we were cheek to cheek and our resemblance was incredible. Looking at the one from last year though I could see where we had changed. Mark especially; back then some of our likeness was based on the fact that Mark had very soft features and was definitely pretty. Over the years Mark's features had hardened and because he tanned year round his slightly olive complexion was usually even darker. On my end, I had aged well considering the years of abuse I had put myself through, but like Mark my features were much more mature and as far as my ivory complexion went, since I was big in the goth scene, I went out of my way to avoid the sun, and was bordering on pallid these days.

Looking at the Black Flame picture you could still pick us as brother and sister but you would have to be looking for it. Continuing on this train of thought was the fact that on paper Mark and I didn't even appear to be brother and sister. My birth certificate declared my name as Megan De Costa daughter of Matthew and Julia Decosta. When my mother had finally run from my father, and gotten restraining orders against him, she had discovered she was pregnant with my brother. Terrified that my father, who had been obsessed with having a son to carry on his "legacy" as he called it, would find him my mother had used her maiden name Phillips on Mark's birth certificate, and listed father unknown. Further confusing things is that my adopted name and all my legal documents were under the name Megan Hanson.

I rubbed at my temples as rather than clearing anything up I was just complicating everything. What it boiled down to was did I love Mark the way he loved me? If I did, then I suppose I would have to leave things to chance, and hope that it could work out. In this Mark and I were the complete opposite of what we normally were. I had spent years living by the motto of if it feels good do it and had gotten into nothing but trouble. Mark on the other hand was always cool and calculating; never making a move that didn't set up the next half dozen after. The perfect lawyer and ultimate game player, Mark had never lost a case, and even last year when some of his outré lifestyle had been made public, he still managed to turn it into a positive spin;.

The press knew the "bad boy attorney" was a player who preferred young women, but they had no idea what he did with some of them. However on the rare occasions he spoke to anyone in the media he would tell them with a straight face that his bedroom was a dungeon and they would laugh it off. The girls would never talk. All of Mark's pets were college educated with aspirations of professional careers. One of Mark's first rules with them was that he taped one of their "training sessions". My brother has a lot of enemies the type who would gladly pay a struggling college student a few grand for some dirt. The tape prevented this. Of course my brother was visible throughout the tape which would cover the girls as well down the line. I had to give him credit. Mark knew what he was doing. Last year as part of a slander campaign in a high profile case it had come to light that Mark was a card carrying member of the church of Satan. Under pressure from politicians, and the influential friends of the defendant, the state had said they wanted him off the case, Mark went to the ACLU and threatened the state with discrimination under freedom of religion. The case already had national attention so the Attorney General's backed off saying it was a misunderstanding. Mark now practically wrote his own ticket for what cases he wanted to be involved in. In the meantime my womanizing, Satanist brother had become a point of interest in the press. A complete paradox; a man with little to no moral code in the eyes of man who made a living persecuting the worst criminals society had to offer and never losing. No, my brother never did anything without already having figured a way out of it in advance.

Now here we were with Mark throwing it all on the line; ready to pack up and move to be with his big sister, a situation that if it ever came to light, could not be spun in any way but sick and he was fully prepared to take the chance. I on the other hand was sitting on my bed with a blinding headache and my head spinning. With that in mind I set the alarm in my phone for eight so I could try calling Mark again, then slid back down on the bed and decided to try to doze back off. As I lied there I started to breathe slowly and deeply trying to relax. Recently I had found that when I was strung out or upset if I lied down and thought what I referred to as "relaxing sexy thoughts" I would usually get caught up in those thoughts and eventually drift off.

As I started to look through my mind for something fun, I also recalled Laura's phone call on Saturday, and how she talked about remembering the good things. Almost everything I had read in that journal last night had been negative so yes it was high time to try to focus on something positive. This bedroom for instance; although I did have some sad times near the end of my first "stay" here, this room had been a new beginning for me not once, but twice.

The first time was of course when I was eleven years old and Mom and Dad had brought me to live here. This room was the start of a whole new life; one no longer filled with pain and sadness, but one where I was surrounded by love and support. The second time was almost twenty years later, when I came here to stay after a six month stay in an intensive private inpatient treatment program that Mark had pulled some strings to get me into. During those six months, between the program itself, and the incredible support of my parents and my brother who came to see me almost every day I had left that clinic a new woman.

I had been taught to believe that I had nothing to be ashamed of; that I was every bit as worthy of a wonderful family and an amazing life as everyone else. I was a strong beautiful and talented woman, who had an incredible future ahead of me and, deserved every bit of it. It had also taught me to know that although I had done many terrible things under the influence of drugs, that I was no longer that person and was free to start my life all over again. I had indeed started a new life after that and that life had fittingly begun right back here.

I sighed and smiled as my first night back here had also been a new beginning for my brother and I as well. It was the first time in a long time that Mark was able to be with the beautiful big sister that he had seen all to seldom over the previous ten years. I rolled over onto my side and nuzzling my face into the pillow let my mind drift back to my first night back home.

Six years ago.

I was going home today! Those five words had been racing through my mind from the second I had woken up this morning, and as it got closer and closer to five o' clock, I was getting more and more excited. Normally discharge was on a Saturday or a Monday morning, but today made exactly six months that I had been here, and using whatever connection my brother had here, he had made it so I could go home today. I glanced at the clock for the hundredth time today and smiled when I saw that it was four thirty.

I had packed my bags first thing after getting up and had a moment of pain as I realized that everything I was packing, all the clothing that I owned had been bought for me by my brother over the last few months. My roommate Joanne had seen the pained look on my face and when I explained to her how I felt she said not to look at it as painful but as humbling. The difference was pain led to looking for a way to quench that pain, humbling was a reminder of why I never would.

I had eaten breakfast in the cafeteria and then, as I had been doing every morning since I had gotten there, gone and sat in the chapel for a little while. Of course my beliefs were as far from those the other people who were there with me as they could get, but I believed that there was another power that had helped me and I wanted to make an effort to show that power that I was indeed thankful for the second chance I was getting at life.

After that I had attended a meeting then began the hour's long process of filling out all of my discharge paper,s and being told what was to be expected of me when I left today. I was now entering phase two of my program. Phase two consisted of having to live with either a family member or a person who had successfully completed the program themselves for the next ninety days. During the ninety days I was to maintain a job usually one that they had lined up, but Mom's friend was now the store manager of the Sears I had worked at ten years ago and after Mom explained my situation he said he would gladly give me a job there. I have to admit I was embarrassed at first but realized that there were many people close to my parents who knew of my struggles. Once again humbling, not embarrassing.

In addition to maintaining the job, which I had to prove by getting my weekly time card signed every week, as well as spot check appearances by someone from the program, I had to attend no less than five Na meetings a week and report three times to my in house sponsor back at the hospital. There was also a curfew which it would be up to the people I lived with to enforce. Unless I had a night job I needed to be home by ten pm and could not spend a night anywhere else without getting special permission from the hospital. I laughed to myself at that thought as it would pretty much be just like when I lived at home with my parents when I was a kid.

By the time all that had been squared away it was three thirty, and after I went around and said goodbye and thank you to the many people there who had helped me get through these difficult months, I went back to my room to wait for five and for Mark to come pick me up. Only another twenty minutes! I thought happily looking at the clock yet again. I had waited to do my hair and makeup until the last minute so the last little bit of time would go by quickly.

Sitting down at the small dresser I began brushing my long black hair and couldn't help but smile at my reflection. When I had come here six months ago, I had been on a long near fatal heroin binge in New York, and had barely looked human. Now however I looked better than I had since my early twenties. My hair was once again thick and lustrous, my ivory complexion was smooth and clear, and my extremely light all but transparent blue eyes were clear and bright. I was still a hair on the thin side but then again I always had been.

As I finished my hair, I put on some eyeliner and eye shadow then, last but not least, painted my once again full perfect lips with Mark's favorite shade of deep red lipstick. After I puckered up and blew a playful kiss at the beautiful woman in the mirror before me, I did frown a little at the thought of my brother. Of course Mark would have loved for me to come live with him, but my parents were the obvious choice. Mark worked a ton of hours and wasn't home much whereas Mom didn't work at all, and Dad at this point was semi retired and could be home whenever he needed to be.

The councilors at the hospital had held a family meeting last week and had explained that reason alone made my parents house the best choice. They wanted me to be around people who had the time to watch me and support me, not to mention the fact I didn't have a car and would need rides to and from work and meetings. I couldn't help but notice the look of disappointment in my brother's eyes, but he knew they were right and didn't fight it. I was glad he didn't, as I also knew that the people at the hospital took everything into consideration including the fact my brother already had the "bad boy" attorney image in full swing, and was a notorious party animal and lady killer.

In addition to that, Mark was up for junior partner at his firm, and was competing against another attorney. The firm was looking at it from every angle and although he would never say it I'm sure it wouldn't look that good for him to have a sister who up until recently was a serious drug addict living with him. Of course I also new Mark's answer to that would be "fuck it" that I was more important, but my brother had sacrificed enough in his life for me. As I stood up and tucked the red button up blouse into the black skirt I was wearing I had to admit that Mark's as well as my disappointment wasn't just about where I would be sleeping, but the fact I wouldn't be sleeping with him.

My first few months in the clinic were a constant struggle, and when Mark came to visit we would mostly talk about how I was doing and if I needed anything, followed by the everyday small talk that I desperately craved, as I was separated from everything I knew while I was here. The last couple of months however as I was doing better and it was becoming obvious I would be able to leave soon, our conversations began to get a bit more interesting. Mark and I would talk about how much we missed and needed each other. For the last month not a night had gone by that I didn't masturbate to the thought of my brother's hard cock and soft tongue. Mark and I had talked last night when he came to visit, and figured we would wait at least until next weekend, and even then I wouldn't ask to sleep over his place, but he would pick me up and we would spend the day there.

Neither of us wanted to wait, even to the point where I had suggested he pick me up tonight and we go straight to his place for a couple of hours, but Mom and Dad knew I was getting out at five and had made six o'clock reservations at Marchetti's for a celebration dinner. As for tomorrow, I started work with a noon to nine shift and, in addition to that, Mom had been dying to get me home and Mark had told me that we could wait while she spent time with her daughter. My brother had also surprised me by saying that he knew Dad and I had been getting along much better and that it was important for me to be around him as well.

All in all it looked like Mark and I would have to wait a few days for our own special celebration. I suppose there were worse things however as had my brother not gotten to New York when he did, it would have been a funeral he and my parents would have been planning not a celebration. I closed my eyes and pushed that thought away. I was here now and that was all that mattered. I...

"Hey girlfriend it's five."

I turned to see my roommate Joann sitting in the chair in the corner where she had been reading a book. I looked at the clock and saw that she was right. I ran over to her and as she stood gave her a huge hug.

"Make sure you call me okay?" I asked her. "We'll do the meetings together when you get out."

"I will hon." Joann looked at me and smiled. "And you make sure you tell that hot brother of yours I'm getting out in two weeks and looking to get off as soon as possible!"

"You and me both!" I told her laughing then added to myself and also with my hot brother.

Oh Megan I thought as I grabbed my suitcase, the two things you will always be is a sick puppy and a nasty girl. I walked down the corridor to the main office where with my hand trembling in excitement I signed myself out. As I left the office, Mark was in the waiting room looking amazing as always. Mark was wearing a white short sleeve shirt and black jeans both of which hugged him quite well in all the right spots.

"Hey sis," He said flashing me a beautiful smile. "You ready to go home?"

I dropped my suitcase, and not caring that there were people sitting in the room, ran over and threw myself into his arms. Mark caught me, and hugged me to him so hard I could barely breathe. As the two of us stayed that way not saying a word, I felt myself begin to cry, and as I pulled away I saw by the look in his eyes Mark wasn't far from it himself.

Mark kissed me on the cheek and it was all I could do not to turn my head and catch his lips with my own. Damn I needed him! At this point I didn't care if we pulled into a parking lot and hopped into the back seat. The look Mark was giving me told me he was probably thinking the same thing. As we stood there, our arms still around each other's shoulders, I gazed into my brother's amazing multicolored eyes and whispered;

"I'm going home little brother."

Mark smiled and hugging me again said in my ear;

"I'm proud of you sis," His voice choked up as he added; "So proud of you."

Mark then pulled away from me and grabbing my suitcase said;

"Come on Meg you've spent enough time here. Besides not only are you going home but I have some surprises for you."

As we walked out the front door I said softly;

"I've got something for you to little brother, and I can't wait to give it to you."

Mark laughed, and as we left the building we walked about a half a block when Mark stopped in front of a red car. I stopped with him and asked;

"Where's your car little brother?"

"At my place. We're taking this." He pointed at the car, which I saw was a Pontiac grand am that looked a few years old.