Siblings with Benefits Ch. 19

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32


Note from the author:

I would like to extend an apology to all those following this series. I made a huge mistake at the end of Chapter 18. The authors note was somehow submitted without the opening paragraph and doesn’t even say it’s an author’s note. Not only that but where it starts honestly sounds kind of rude. I have put up an edited version but by the time it is up most of you will have read it. So I am submitting this chapter early. I have once again left the note at the end of this chapter however it is the complete version. I just wanted to take the time to apologize if the partial note came across the wrong way last chapter. As always thank you for your continued support. Lovecraft68


It was Saturday night and I was sitting at the bar at Mitch’s feeling pretty damn good. I was dressed to kill, had a drink in my hand, money in my pocket and the beginning of a really good buzz. All of this was only a small part of why I was feeling so good; it had been one hell of a week and all in all March had been a damn good month. Granted it hadn’t started off that way as needless to say after the fight with Jack I had lost my job at Vinnie’s.

I have to say I wasn’t surprised but was still upset. It was the only job I had ever had; I had been there almost five years, never mind that between my pretty face, big smile and of course long legs I did quite well there in tips. Vinnie had been smart he did nothing right away but about two weeks after the fight called me into his office and said they were cutting back and I had to go.

Even though I had expected it I still fought it telling him that I had seniority over most of the other waitresses. Vinnie tried another line and I told him to just admit it; that I was being let go because of his piece of shit nephew. I had said it just like that and have to say I was a bit taken aback by my tone. I generally had the reputation of being a very sweet girl and it wasn’t an act. I mean I had my share of issues but never let them affect my attitude towards other people, but lately I had been getting pretty fed up with other people’s bullshit.

Vinnie sighed and told me I was right; it was over Jack, he would be coming back to work next week and he couldn’t chance any more trouble. I nodded and said I understood; the former ex-con asshole that gave drinks to underage girls and punched her eighteen year old brother in the face could stay but his best waitress had to go. Vinnie reminded me that I was happy to take the drinks and my animal of a brother was no regular 18 year old. He then added that he was sorry and if I needed a reference he would help.

Shaking my head I told him thanks for nothing, to go fuck himself and that it was too bad Mark hadn’t broken Jack’s neck instead of his jaw. I then added that I hoped the board of health showed up and shut him down and that I would tell all my regulars that they should stay away from the place and go eat somewhere else, somewhere they didn’t employ convicts.

I had said all this quickly and with more animosity than I had thought I was capable of. I also have to say it felt damn good. I heard Mark in my head talking about how Levay’s children were true to themselves and spoke their mind; well that’s what I had done, of course I’m sure that the pint of Southern Comfort that I had shared with Betty before I met with Vinnie had done some of that talking as well.

Within a week of Vinnie telling people I had been let go one of my regulars, who was an assistant manager at Sears, asked me if I wanted to work for him running the cosmetics counter. I hardly wore any make up and didn’t know anything about it, but needed a job as I had already heard a rash of shit from dad about how losing my job was yet another sign of my downhill trend. I had started three weeks ago and had to say I didn’t have much hope for it but to my surprise I was damn good at it.

My first week I worked with the girl who was leaving, she tried to teach me the ins and outs of how to make people up, which colors for which skin types and how you determined that. I sat there lost but as I watched her realized that putting on makeup was just like painting. Keeping that in mind I started envisioning each woman’s face as an unfinished painting and what colors would I use to make them look good. The girl who was training me rolled her eyes at that theory but when I started doing it the results were amazing.

Every woman I worked with raved about how good my choices were and how no one else had suggested those tones or colors. I even started experimenting with the blushes, taking two or three shades and blending them together to make a completely new shade. The beauty of this was the new color obviously wasn’t available on its own, so if the client liked it they would have to pay for all three and I would show them how to mix it. Seeing the job involved commision I was already making more money than I had at Vinnie’s. Not only that but the hours were better with no late nights and I got to dress nice every day.

Even better than that however was the showing at Risd last mofos porno Saturday. Not only had my “Broken” portrait gotten rave reviews and an A, that would be a third of the semesters grade, but Mark’s rich friend Alex showed up bringing with him the friend he had told me about. After looking through my portfolio Warner’s friend, who ran a small gallery in New York asked me if I would be willing to sell one of my paintings for $500. The one that he wanted; featured a wealthy man in a suit surrounded by treasure on his knees in tears begging the huge demonic figure who was standing in front of him holding a contract in one hand and set of chains in the other. Behind him was an open portal leading to a flame covered landscape, I had titled it; “When payment comes due.”

Doing my best not to sound like the excited little girl I felt like I accepted his offer and he wrote me a check on the spot, telling me to drop it off at Alex’s office and he would get it from him next weekend. I had thanked Warner, who I normally despised, with a heartfelt hug and kiss on the cheek as this could be my big break! Of course dog that he was Warner ruined the mood by asking me if I wanted to meet him after the showing and thank him properly. I rolled my eyes and told him I preferred men who earned it not boys who paid for it. How I wished Mark wouldn’t hang around with that jerk.

As I finished my drink I put the glass down and looking in the mirror across from me admired where half of that $500 had gone. I was wearing a sleeveless low cut red blouse and from the tip of my shoulder all the way down to my elbow was an enormous tattoo of the Greek gorgon Medusa. The tattoo had been done in black and emerald green and the coils of her serpentine body wrapped around the inside of my arm as well. I smiled at my reflection; Medusa had taken almost five hours but had been worth every minute and every penny. It goes without saying that my parents were not happy. Mom simply gave me a disgusted head shake and said that I was such a sweet looking girl why would I do this to myself?

Dad as usual had been harsher, telling me I looked like a hells angel groupie, and exactly what kind of attention was I looking for anyways? Did I want to look like a bad girl? I avoided the temptation of saying the word was nasty and just rolled my eyes. Eventually my brother also got dragged into the conversation and blamed for the tattoo just as he had been blamed for the first one.

Speaking of my beautiful little brother I glanced down the other end of the bar where Mark was talking to Mitch and a couple of his biker buddies and stared at his right arm where the other half of my money had gone. Like mine Mark’s tattoo covered his arm from shoulder to elbow and was an evil version of the great god Pan. This wasn’t the silly looking Greek Pan, this was the original Celtic version complete with horns, hooves, red glaring eyes and a long horn that called to all the lost souls. Between the size, the colors and of course Mark’s extremely well muscled arm the tattoo was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

“Another one hon?”

I looked up to see Cynthia the other bartender standing in front of me. Cynthia knew I wasn’t twenty one yet but served me anyways. Let’s face it if they had money Mitch would serve high school kids. I smiled and nodded hoping she wouldn’t mention it to Mark. My brother usually limited me so maybe this one wouldn’t count. As she moved away I looked at Cynthia and shook my head wondering why the hell Mark wasn’t fucking her. Cynthia was a little on the short side but built like a brick shit house, with big tits, a narrow waist and gorgeous long auburn hair.

Mitch wasn’t a fool; the crowd in the bar was an equal mix of men and women ranging from the older bikers Mitch hung with to the college students from PC, URI and RIC. Mark and Cynthia were eye candy for both types of crowds and both played the part, flirting their asses off. Once in awhile, after a couple of shots, Cynthia would even hop up on the bar in her short skirt and give the bikers a bit of a show dancing to the juke box. She had done it last week and ended up with at least $50 thrown at her.

I turned my attention back to Cynthia, watching as she squeezed past my brother to get the bottle of southern comfort, deliberately rubbing her tits across his back. Mark said something to her and I laughed as Cynthia faced him and putting her arms up around his neck shimmied her way up and down his body. That got the bikers going especially when she brushed her face along his crotch on the way up. What the hell was wrong with my brother? This girl was all but holding up a sign that said “free lunch”.

Cynthia put the drink in front of me and said that she had told Mark it was for the guy sitting behind me. I thanked her told her to keep trying; Mark would give in eventually. She laughed and went back down the other end. I took a sip of the drink and sighing happily watched my brother. Mark didn’t work the bar, he owned it. For someone who was normally so soft spoken my brother was in rare form moms girl porno when he worked; joking with the bikers making fun of the frat boys and flirting with all the women young and old.

Because of the mixed crowd type Mitch’s did have more than its share of trouble and Mark was surprisingly good at handling it. Mark would put himself in the middle and more often than not talking calmly would be able to get the potential brawlers to settle down, usually by getting them a drink on the house and asking them if they really needed the trouble. Of course that wasn’t always the case and Mark had quickly gained a reputation as someone you didn’t fuck with. Between his speed, strength, and mile wide mean streak Mark had sent several troublemakers to the ER and, like the fight with Jack, always got them to swing first.

Mark himself of course was the other reason it had been such a great month. After being more cautious for a little while after the hotel we had pretty much said the hell with it and were together just about every night at this point and it was incredible. The sex was always hot and then that wonderful moment when we would curl up and fall asleep in each other’s arms. At this point we even slept naked, our doors were always locked and we would be able to get to the bathroom if we had to. Bottom line to me was if it feels good do it and Mark was feeling better than ever these days.

Thinking of Mark turned my thoughts serious for a moment. Neither of us had brought up that Saturday morning where we had both felt something more between us. I had wanted to talk about it but felt weird, I mean what were we going to talk about becoming a couple? I was also a little afraid I had misread him and would look like an idiot. Maybe Mark felt the same regardless, we hadn’t discussed it but in the meantime had been greatly enjoying each other’s company.

I think I was also waiting to see what my brother was going to do as far as other women. For myself I was completely content to be with my brother. After Jack my hopes to have something with a guy were fading fast. Granted Jack was a bigger asshole than most but bottom line it was the same old issues so why bother. I mean the new job provided a ton of chances, I was hit on pretty much every shift and had gotten asked out several times.

It sucked because I loved to flirt and really enjoyed being taken out, dinner dancing but sooner or later sex would come up and I wanted that to be great as well but let’s face it when had it been? So for me right now Mark really was the perfect solution; smoking hot sex and then sweet to me afterwards.

My brother on the other hand, I wasn’t quite sure what was going on with him. After being fairly quiet about Krissy for a couple of weeks he had started up moping about her again. Trying to call her and even showing up at the Dunkin Donuts she worked at and trying to speak to her. His phone calls were never returned and Krissy went in the back when he came to her work and the manager would ask him to leave. I have to say it was a little frustrating to watch someone as hot as my brother waste himself. I mean not only was Cynthia throwing herself at him but my girlfriend Betty who was twenty three had been eyeing my brother since he had first come to live with us. Let alone the countless coeds who hung out at Mitch’s and all but drooled over him.

Well let’s face it most of the reason it was frustrating to see Mark still pining for Krissy was that I was jealous. Now that I had Mark’s affection all to myself I didn’t want to share ever again. As twisted as it sounds it wouldn’t really bother me if my brother wanted Cynthia or anyone else. To me that was just sex and meant nothing, hell if it weren’t for my issues this nasty girl would be getting her share so why would I deny my brother the chance to score some hot pussy?

No as far as I was concerned I would be willing to share my brother’s body, it was his heart that I wanted. We promised each other a year ago that even if there were others we would always be each other’s favorite. I have to say for most of that year I had wondered if it were me or Krissy but after this first taste of heartache I was hoping my brother would just go the route of fucking his sluts and cuddling with his sister. Once again however this brought up what if it could just be the two of us?

“Hey sis you in there?”

I looked up and smiled at Mark who had finally made his way over.

“Hey little brother it’s not nice to ignore your sister.” I told him.

“Yeah it’s crazy in here tonight.”

As Mark spoke he put two shot glasses up on the bar and pulling out a bottle of jack poured two and slid me over one.

“Here’s to fucking your hot sister.” Mark said in Latin, grinning.

As we both knocked back the shot I wondered once again how Mitch made any money, both Cynthia and Mark drank while they worked and could more than hold their own.

I put my glass down and pointed at the bottle but Mark had put the cap back on and put it back on the shelf before turning back to momsbangteens porno me. I sighed and picked up the Captain and coke Cynthia had brought me. Mark frowned.

“That’s not the one I gave you awhile ago.”

Ignoring that I remembered why I had come down earlier than usual tonight.

“Hey you said you wanted to talk to me when you called me?”

Mark nodded. “Listen sis I need a favor.”

“Yeah? You wanna go out to your car?” I asked him. Then pouting added; “After all it is your night sir.”

Last week while Cynthia watched the bar, Mark and I had gone out and sat in his car in the corner of the parking lot where I had blown him as he fingered me.

“No I…” Mark sighed. “Megan I need you to go talk to Krissy for me.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Oh for Christ’s sake little brother give it up!”

“Megan look…”

“She doesn’t call you, she won’t see you. Mark it’s over, why can’t you get that?”

Mark looked at me then looked away with that ridiculous puppy dog look on his face. I didn’t care, I was pissed. There was a hot girl ten feet away who wanted to fuck the shit out of him and he was pining for his sweet little girlfriend.

“Mark see Cynthia over there?”


“Just go over there and tell her to take you home after work and give it to you, hell she’d probably do you on the bar, why the hell won’t you do it?”

“Because then what if Krissy…” he stopped seeing the look on my face.

I was going to say something when Mark leaned over and putting his head down in front of me whispered;

“Please sis?


“Megan please do this for me. It’s my last chance.”

I looked at my brother and sighed. Nothing in me wanted to do this. I did not want Krissy back in the picture in anyway. On the other hand my brother would do anything for me. As I continued to think I realized that Mark had said his last chance. I could end this here, go over make a half assed effort and tell him it was done. Mark would be upset and of course would seek the comfort of his sister’s arms and mouth and pussy. I looked up at him.

“I’ll go on two conditions. One that if she says she’s done you give it up for good.”

“Okay.” Mark said obviously relieved.

“Second get me a drink and another shot.”

“I don’t know Megan you’ve had a few and the folks will be home and…”

“Then no Krissy.” I said smirking.

Mark stared at me then poured me another shot before going to get me a drink. I did the shot and sat there feeling quite pleased with myself. As I watched my brother make my drink I looked past him at Cynthia and pictured my brother bending her over the bar driving that huge cock into her making her squeal. I felt my pussy begin to get wet and began to breathe faster, I was also feeling quite warm. Not that I needed much help but a real good buzz got me even hornier and nastier than usual.

“There you are you bad girl.”

I turned to see Betty standing there with her latest boyfriend who I thought was named James. It didn’t really matter, she’d party with him fuck him a couple of times then move on.

“I’m a good girl!” I exclaimed as I kissed her on the cheek.

“Yeah you look it.”

Betty said grinning as she slid onto the stool next to me. Betty was short and although I wouldn’t say chubby was definitely curvy she had curly red hair and light green eyes. Betty’s most noticeable feature however was her huge tits. Betty had to be at least a d-cup which seemed even bigger on her 5′ nothing frame. As always they were all but falling out of the tight black tank top she was wearing.

“Megan you know James?”

I smiled at him and we sat and shot the shit for a few minutes. They were on their way to a club and figured they would stop in and see if I was there. Mark brought my drink over and flashed his best killer smile at Betty.

“Hey hot stuff.” He told her.

“Hey gorgeous.” She replied. “Love that tattoo.”

“Thanks, love your…” He trailed off with a smirk as he stared down her shirt.

Betty laughed and ordered a couple of beers when Mark walked away she looked at me and whispered;

“Goddamn you’re brother just keeps getting hotter. Is he over Krissy yet?”

I shook my head.

“I could get him there you know.” Betty said smiling.

I laughed; sitting right next to one guy she was lining up the next. I have to say part of me was jealous I couldn’t be that way although I never really saw myself as a slut, I just wanted to make one guy really happy and have him return the favor. I reached into my purse and pulled out a pack of Marlboro’s and after lighting one offered them to Betty. I had started smoking a couple of weeks ago. Jack had always said they calmed him down so I figured I would try them. I’m not sure how calm they made me but I enjoyed them. To my surprise Mark would smoke one with me here and there.

Betty put the cigarette in her mouth then grinned as my brother arrived just in time to pull out a bic and light it for her. Her smile widened as Mark took one out of the pack and lit it by putting it in his mouth and pressing it to the tip of hers. I noticed Cynthia shooting a dirty look in Betty’s direction. The door opened and four obviously drunk college kids came in and all headed down to Cynthia’s end. Mark sighed and said;

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Be the first to comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.


pendik escort istanbul travestileri istanbul travestileri ankara travestileri didim escort antep escort adapazarı escort adapazarı escort kayseri escort izmit escort escort ankara maltepe escort bahis güvenilir bahis illegal bahis bahis siteleri canlı bahis bahis siteleri webmaster forum ankara escort porno izle pendik escort sakarya escort bursa escort bursa escort edirne escort