[MF oral/hj,inc teasing] Mark&Amy Chapter 3

***Got inspired this week, so here’s another chapter! I might create a metapost for this series soon. -JC***

#Chapter 3

Even after a shower, Amy could still feel the heat on her skin. It was just her imagination of course, but that didn’t make it any less true.

Two days in a row, she’d gone to her brother’s dorm room. Two days in a row she’d retreated from there with the residue of his cum on her skin. And somehow she wasn’t even that angry about it. Not with Mark, at least.

It was bad.

It was dirty.

She was dirty.

And there it was. Suddenly she was a little girl again, crying while her mother went on a tirade about boys and temptation and why she couldn’t be on the swim team because they’d see her body. She couldn’t play sports, couldn’t wear the same clothes as her friends because they were sluts and would get raped for certain.

Those were the bad days. There were good days, too, where Mom was almost a scary level of happy… and days when she was just sad. Usually you could tell what sort of day it was before breakfast was over.

On the bad days, Amy hid. She hid in her room, she hid in books, she hid with Mark because he could always get Mom to calm down a little. Or if he couldn’t, they would sneak out, go to one of their secret places and wait it out. One way or another, she was always safe with him.

He had always been the one constant in her life the one person she could trust to take care of her. Maybe there was something to what Mom had said… maybe it was just because Mark had seen too much of her that he developed these urges.

If that was the case, then she could totally help him. She’d get him back on track with Liz and fix everything. She just needed to give him time and support.

Amy had a smile on her face as she retreated into the haven of sleep. She would make everything better again.

—***—

Mark was still thinking about his sister and her future when a knock on his door stirred him back into the real world. “Shit,” he muttered. “Just a second!”

The room looked alright for the most part. He grabbed the shirt he’d used to clean Amy up and threw it at the laundry pile in the corner, then got up and opened the door. “Hey baby.”

Liz grinned. “Hey Mark! You didn’t forget I was coming over did ya?”

Mark scoffed, pulling her into the room and holding her hips. “Who could forget about you?” he replied, leaning in to kiss her. She smelled like vanilla, probably since new shampoo. He brushed her long blond hair back and stroked her cheek, not for the first time admiring the pale blue of her eyes.

Liz pulled back after a moment and moved past him, sitting on Amy’s spot on the bed. “So, whatcha wanna do?”

Mark shrugged. “We could watch the sequel to the movie croon last night,” he suggested.

Liz friended. “I dunno, I had trouble following that one. Like, why did the one guy kill the other at the end?”

“Because he was the one who planned all the bombs. Remember?”

Liz looked confused. “But… weren’t they friends?”

“Yes, that’s why it was a surprise, he…” mark cut himself off and sighed, taking a seat on the bed. He kept forgetting that Liz was a little… well, she liked things to be simple. Maybe he’d rewatch the movie with Amy later. “Never mind, baby. We’ll watch something else. You pick.”

“Okay.” Liz picked up the remote and started flicking through options rapidly. Once thing that was nice about dating her: she got over things quickly. She was all about the moment.

It didn’t hurt that she was hot, either. She had that sporty track and cheer body, covered tonight with a yellow belly shirt and a little pair of shorts, showing off her flat stomach and long, thin legs. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so Mark could pretty clearly see where her nipples sat on her perky tits. He wondered what Amy’s nipples looked like these days. She sure did look good in that bra.

Liz settled on some cartoon and settled in, pressing against Mark until his arm was around her shoulders. She was sitting in the exact spot where Amy had been not half an hour before. “So… how was it?”

Mark felt color drain from his face. Did she know? How? “How was…”

“Me? And you? Last night?” She giggled. “Don’t tell me you forgot all about that.”

“Oh!” Mark’s entire body replaced, releasing a tension hue hadn’t noticed building. “You mean when you… oh yeah baby, that was great.”

Liz smiled one of her room-illuminating smiles. “I’m so glad. I was worried before, when you didn’t want to.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t think I was ready, but I talked to Amy and figured some things out.”

“Oh my God, you talked to your sister?”

“Well, I-”

“That’s so great!” Liz exclaimed, throwing her arms around Mark in a tight hug. “She’s so smart, and I meani kinda thought she didn’t like me.”

Mark chuckled and brushed Liz’s hair from her face. “She just worries about me. We kind of look out for each other, always have. And Amy is slow to earn up to people. But she likes you, I promise.”

“You’re so lucky. I wish I had a sister like her.”

“Yeah, she’s something.”

Liz’s smile took on a sultry edge. “I bet I know a few things I’m better for though.” Leaving back, she kept her eyes locked on his as she peeled off her top, exposing herself to him.

It was a bit underwhelming, after the show earlier. Liz’s breasts looked even smaller once they were freed from the shirt, pale skin until the tan lines that showed the exact shape of her favorite bikini. The nipples were a little darker than he’d expected, tiny rose colored nubs that jutted out in his direction.

Liz took Mark’s hand and pressed it to her breast, making him cup the little mound of flesh and biting her lip seductively. It felt great in his hand, soft but firm, warm and eager. As soon as he squeezed it, she moved in and kissed him, moaning into his lips.

Mark moved his free hand to Liz’s cheek, striking it affectionately while he met her probing tongue with his own. He squeezed and rubbed her breast, enjoying the way she responded to his every move.

And then the kiss was over, and Liz was moving, kissing his neck, rubbing his chest, sliding her hand down…

“Hmm?” Liz broke off and looked down at Mark’s lap. “Doesn’t Little Mark want to play?”

Mark shrugged. “Give him a minute? You just got here.”

“Yeah, I guess so. I’ll just have to wake him up.” She winked and slid back a little, unzipping his shorts and pulling the flaccid organ free before tucking her hair behind once ear and leaning down toward it.

Mark felt her lips slide down to the base, making his breath catch. It felt amazing, warm and wet. Her tongue rolled around it, but still it didn’t do much more than twitch in response.

“Hmm?” Liz started to move up off of him, but Mark put a hand in her head and gently pushed her down.

“Don’t stop, baby,” he breathed. Reassured, Liz contributed licking and sticking on him. Mark groaned again. It was so good. So why wasn’t he hard? It should be like a steel bar by now.

He stroked Liz’s back and grabbed her ass. Nothing. He reached under her and played with one of her tits, rolling the nipple between his fingers. That make Liz moan around him, but still nothing. It was weird, he’d been so fucking hard when Amy was sitting there.

Amy. Sitting there all cute and shy, insecure, but being so brave and pulling up her shirt. That ass, straining in her pants. Those tits, almost overflowing in her adorably modest bra. That hair, that face, those eyes, that smell like fresh strawberries…

Liz coughed loudly and pulled back a little. “Wow,” she said, enjoyably her fingers around his shaft and stroking it. “You almost choked me! Guess he just needed a minute.”

“He just needed you, baby,” Mark replied, again stroking her cheek before gently pushing her down. “Don’t stop.”

“Mhmm,” Liz replied. The sound made her lips vibrate as they slid down and up again. She kept her hand wrapped around it and started bobbing up and down, slow and smooth.

Mark leaned back and closed his eyes. He kept one hand on Liz’s head, but let her set her own pace. In his head, the Amy of half an hour ago took her shirt the rest of the way off, then shifted and bowed down, likewise taking him in her mouth.

This is bad, he thought. It’s was almost betrayal. He should be thinking of Liz, enjoying Liz. But it felt so good. In his mind’s eye, Amy moved a little faster, taking his cock almost into her throat over and over again. He pushed gently on her head and she obliged, brushing her red-brown hair out of her face and tilting so she could see his face.

“Oh Am- baby, that’s so fucking good,” he moaned. “Just like that, good girl.”

Liz apparently didn’t seem to notice his slip. She kept bobbing tirelessly on him while he imagined his sister, throat-deep on his cock.

“Baby I’m gonna cum,” he breathed, shuddering as the first tremors rolled over him. Amy didn’t seem to care, though. She just kept sucking, moaning, urging him to lose control. He could almost hear her whisper. “Cum for me, bro,” she said in his ear. “It’s okay.”

Mark’s hips bucked up and his hand pushed down. With a moan that was almost a shout, he pumped his seed into the beautiful mouth in his lap. He could feel her swallowing, working to take more and more of his load into herself.

And then it was over. Mark’s hand fellv to his side, his body relaxed, and he opened his eyes. He felt a little disappointed as Amy became Liz once more, but smiled anyway. “Damn, babe,” he said, almost panting. “That was amazing.”

Liz giggled, sucking as the pulled off of gin and swallowing the last drops. “You came a lot. You musta been thinking about something really hot when you closed your eyes.

“Only you, baby,” Mark lied, pulling her up and kissing her. “Only you.”

Liz left her top off and nuzzled in again Mark, settling under his arm and watching her cartoon. Her hand kept drifting over to his lap and playing with his dick, and eventually stroking when it got hard again.

He just wouldn’t tell her it was the memory of his cum on his sister’s skin that got him back up. She didn’t need to know that he was imagining himself claiming Amy over and over again, splattering her skin until she forever remembered that she was his. Liz didn’t need to know anything like that. She liked things simple. And that was fine. It was what she was for. For intellect, he would have Amy.

He would have Amy.

—***—

Amy awoke with an inspired attitude. She had a plan. Well, plan wad an investment… she had an idea. Or a goal, at least. She would help Mark get over whatever this was, get him back on track with Liz.

She was the one to contact him this time. She texted him, cutting a need to talk. “Nothing bad,” she added.

“Your room after class. Wear something cute.”

Amy rolled her eyes. “Gonna wear something frumpy,” she typed.

“Even better. Hiding your sexy secrets.”

“Pervert,” Amy replied, shoving the phone in her bag. She put on shine loose jeans and a sweater and headed out.

After class, the headed home with a spring in her step. She felt lighter, now that she had some idea of what she wanted to do. She got to her room and went inside.

Mark was sitting on her bed, reading something on his phone. He longed up at her and smiled. The love in his eyes made Amy smile in return. “Hey, kid,” he said, seeing the phone side and getting up.

Amy rolled her eyes as he hugged her. “We’re the same age, doofus,” she replied. “Sit down.”

Mark sat on the bed. Amy spun her desk chair around to face him and sat down. “So, about the recent… incidents.”

Mark grinned. “Yeah. You’re amazing, Ames.”

Amy sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Mark, this whole situation is so fucked. You see that, right?”

Mark shrugged. “Only if you make it that way. I had a need, and you helped me.”

“Yeah… it’s something like that. And I get it. I really do. You’re all messed up over me. So I’m gonna fix it.”

Mark frowned. “Define fix.”

“Well for starters, it’s my fault that you’re all hung up on my body. I didn’t realize I was flaunting so badly. So I’ll stop that, I don’t want to be a tease.”

“Amy, I-”

Amy pushed on, ignoring the interruption. “I’m going to help you remember the reasons you love Liz. And you’ll get over this… whatever this is.”

“Amy, shut up,” Mark said gently. He reached up and pulled her by the arm, drawing her down off the chair to sit across his lap. “You’re speaking nonsense.”

“Dammit Mark, I’m trying to be serious.” Any tried to get up, but Mark’s arms were already wrapped around her waist. “This is messed up.”

“It’s only as messed up as you make it, Ames. But fine. Let’s say I’m obsessed. If that’s the case, don’t you think we should let the obsession run its course?”

Amy twisted to make eye contact. She decided it was his phone in his pocket poking her in the butt and tried to ignore it. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I like your idea. Let’s get you oft off my system. Yeah?”

“I mean…”

“And we’ve made great progress so far,” Mark continued. “Lady night… my God Amy, Liz gave me this amazing beej. And then a handjob later on. What a night! All because of you.”

“Me?” Amy asked, confused. It felt like the conversation was getting away from her. It also felt like the phone in her brother’s pocket was shifting under her.

“Yes, you. Your amazing body, and your sweet personality, and all the help you gave me with my boner. You gave me the confidence and energy to be who Liz needs me to be.”

“I did?”

“Yes! Liz is so happy, all because of you.”

“Oh… I see.” Amy’s brain was in overdrive again, trying to make sense of the new perspective. Was she already helping his work through it? That was different. “But… but you’re still having these feelings about me.”

“Well, yeah. I can’t help it, you’re sexy and beautiful and smart and fun. But at least now it’s not all bottled up inside. I feel so much better, Amy.”

“Well… if you put it that way…”

“But I need more. I need to actually experience some of these fantasies, or I’ll never get over you.”

Amy frowned. “Like what?”

“Well, why don’t you start by taking off that sweater? You must be boiling in there.”

“Mark, come on.” Amy crossed her arms. “You aren’t taking this seriously.”

“I am, I promise! Look, your body is this amazing taboo mystery to me. Every time I see you, I want to peel off every layer until I can see everything. I can’t stop thinking about it. So I thought, if I just get used to seeing you…”

It made sense. Amy stood up from her chair. “Alright…alright fine. But you gotta keep your hands to yourself. And your pants zipped up!”

Mark shrugged. “I can agree to that. The point is to get used to seeing you so it’s less exciting, right? So, go ahead. I’ll behave.”

Amy turned her back to him and started to pull off her sweater. Once it was off, she folded her arms over her chest and faced him again. “Alright. I’m trusting you.” She let her arms drop, exposing an unfettered view of her, clad in a plain, light blue bra. She felt herself blush, knowing that Mark was looking at her and could see everything she hated about herself.

“Oof. Ames, seriously, you’re so fucking hot,” Mark said, standing up and moving closer. “I know you don’t believe it, but you look beautiful.”

Amy stared at him for a moment, shocked by the genuine-sounding compliment. Shaking it off, she put one hand on his chest. “That’s close enough.”

“Hey, I didn’t touch you!” Mark protested, showing her his palms. “I just wanted to look in your eyes when I said it.”

“Whatever. Sit down. If you’re gonna ‘get used to’ me like this, then we gotta focus on something else. I’ll put on a movie and- why are you taking your shirt off??”

Mark tossed his shirt aside and shrugged. “Didn’t want you to feel underdressed.”

“Fine. Whatever.”

“Can we do the pants too?”

Amy inhaled a bit of spit in surprise and started coughing, bracing herself on her desk. “What- kaff- what the hell, Mark? No!”

Mark was already unbuttoning his jeans. “Come on, I’m just gonna wonder what your legs are looking like. I won’t be able to focus on anything else.”

“Fine,” Amy grumbled. “But that’s all!”

“Of course. Nothing more than you’d see on a beach.” He dropped his pants to the floor, showing her his boxers.

Amy tried to be as unsexy as possibly pushing her jeans off, bending toward Mark so he wouldn’t be able to stare at her ass. He made a face, but otherwise was silent. When it was done, they were both standing there in socks and underwear.

Mark sat on the bed and patted his lap with one hand. “Come sit,” he said with a grin.

Amy rolled her eyes and flipped him a middle finger, then sat next to him. She used her phone to work the TV on her desk, finding a zombie movie she’d been meaning to watch.

“Nice choice,” Mark commented, leaning back and getting relaxed.

“Yeah, I hear this one is pretty good,” Amy replied, locking her eyes on the screen and trying not to think about Mark sitting next to her. She could almost feel the heat coming off his skin, even though he was a good half a foot away. She could smell his deodorant and his familiar musk beneath it.

The movie got going quickly, and Amy found herself engrossed in the story. She almost didn’t notice when Mark’s arm slid around her shoulders and pulled her in closer.

“Mark…”

“Shush,” he chided her. “You’ve never been shy about leaning on me before.”

“You weren’t naked before.”

“I’m not naked now.”

A scream shattered their discussion as one of the hapless characters on the screen was swarmed by the undead. Amy flinched hard and Mark chuckled.

“Don’t worry, I gotcha,” he said, rubbing her arm and shoulder.

“It just surprised me,” Amy insisted. “I’m fine.”

“Of course you are.”

Amy went silent and continued watching the film. She was almost able to forget about the weird situation, relaxing in her brother’s grip. And he was nice and warm, which was a plus. At some point, his hand found its way from her shoulder to her waist, making it easier for her to rest her head on him.

Mark fidgeted a little, shifting his weight. Amy looked down and almost bit her tongue. Mark was hard! It was tenting his shorts and the tip was actually peeking out of the buttoned-up hole in the front.

She almost said something, but stopped herself. It wasn’t like he did it on purpose, after all. And another argument about his dick would probably end badly. So she tried to ignore it instead.

Not that it was easy to ignore. It kept staring at her and twitching. Amy bit her cheek hard and watched as another character on the screen stupidly got killed.

“Oh come on,” Mark complained. “These people are retarded.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be much of a movie if they all made good decisions,” Amy retorted. “Just assume they’re a little hysterical.”

“Sure, whatever,” Mark said, shifting his weight again and sliding his hand down to her hip. “It’s a solid movie though.”

“True… um, Mark? Your hand.”

“Sorry, Ames. My shoulder was getting tired.”

“Okay, but it’s like almost grabbing my ass.”

Mark sighed dramatically. “Amy, the point here is to relax together. I can’t relax if I have to watch every little movement. Besides, what’s so bad about that? It’s not like it’s under your clothes.”

Amy pulled away a little. “It’s still more than I said was okay.”

“Fine. Hang on.” Mark shifted back further on the bed and pulled Amy over so she was sitting in front of him, between his open legs. His arms wrapped around her middle and held her against his chest. “Better?”

“Uh… not really?”

“I’m not grabbing your ass anymore. I literally can’t.”

“Fine. Just watch the movie.” Amy tucked her head under Mark’s chin and tried to ignore the way his arms felt, holding her tight in a backward hug. She especially tried to ignore the hard bulge that was pressing against her from behind, making an effort to be absolutely still so not to rub against him.

Mark’s arms relaxed and dropped down against her lap. It suddenly occurred to Amy that he could, should he decide to, slip a hand between her legs without her being able to do much about it. Her mind tried to go to a visual place, and she shook it off. No. No way. Maybe if it was someone else, then it would be pretty hot. If it was someone she wanted in that way, then she could easily wriggle her ass against his cock and encourage him to slide a hand down the front of her panties, fingers stroking, touching, maybe even pushing in…

No. Nope. Bad line of thought. Her idiot body was betraying her and getting excited. She shifted to press her thighs together.

Mark groaned softly as she moved, but did nothing else. In fact, he completely behaved himself all the rest of the way through the film.

Amy put her hands on Mark’s legs and pushed off as the credits rolled. “Alright, it’s over. Satisfied?”

Mark sat there grinning. “Yeah, that was a lot of fun. I miss hanging out with you sometimes. Can I come over tomorrow?”

“We’ll talk,” Amy said, bending over to pull her pants back on. “I need to do some studying.”

“Alright, cool.” Mark hopped off the bed, yanking his pants up as well. “I’ll seeya tomorrow, Ames.” Tossing his shirt over his shoulder, he moved past her toward the door, slapping her ass before she finished pulling up her jeans.

“Hey!”

“Sorry, sorry. Couldn’t resist. You’ve just got this amazing… sorry. G’nite!”

Amy was about to snap back at him, but Mark retreated from the room and closed the door before she got past the first word.

—***—

Mark grinned to himself as he walked down the hall. Goddamn, that was fun. Of course, his dick was aching from the teasing, but it was so worth it. Amy was getting used to being undressed around him, and he’d had an amazing view down her front for the second half of the movie. And before that, she’d been looking at his boner!

He could still feel the heat of her pussy on his arms where they’d laid across her lap. At one point he’d even smelled something… she got wet, he knew it. The temptation to act on it had been unbearable, but it was all part of her training.

First he’d break down her barriers of intimate space. Then he could push for more.

Mark whistled to himself as he walked back to his room, looking forward to the best jerk session of his life.

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