[mf oral inc] Mark&Amy Chapter 6

**Chapter 6**

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Mark turned his face up toward the shower, letting the hot water pull everything away. Well, almost everything. Stress, worry, it usually all subsided with a good shower. But he couldn’t help thinking maybe he’d gone too far with Amy. The way she’d run out after he’d gotten her off… maybe it was too much for her to handle. He’d probably screwed up the whole thing. He sighed.

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It wasn’t even about manipulation anymore. Sure, it had started out that way. He’d seen an opportunity, a path to a goal, and he’d taken it. He’d lied and teased and tricked his way into his sister’s pants. Well, into her throat. Whatever.

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But then she’d run out like that, and his heart sank. He knew he’d upset her, screwed up her head, and that wasn’t what he wanted. He’d sent her a message, a gentle prodding to come back and talk to him, but he knew it wouldn’t work. He’d lost it all, just when he’d been so close. And now she’d probably run back to that sweaty mouth-breather of a boyfriend and let him keep using her. And where had that asshole Greg been, anyway? Amy spent all her time here, and not once had her so-called boyfriend asked what she’d been up to.

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It made him furious. To think that guy had his sister’s heart… to think he’d probably be the first one to pressure her into sex, and never realize what a gift it was to be with her. She was smart, funny, badass, and fucking beautiful. Tits for days, thighs any sane man would be glad to face Death by Snu-Snu for. A smile that lit up a whole building, and those soft eyes that always seemed to stare right into your heart, but without judging it.

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“Holy, crap,” Mark whispered, turning off the water. “I’m in lo-”

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His thought was cut off by a loud thud, three rapid footsteps, and a heavy sound of something falling onto his bed. Mark grabbed a towel to cover himself and stepped out of the bathroom.

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Amy was back. She was curled up on his bed, facing the wall. Mark smiled and moved to close the door.

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“Good, I’m glad you’re back,” he said. “We need to-”

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Once again, his words were cut off by a sound, but this time instead of loud and surprising, it was small, and hurt. Amy was crying. She was curled around his pillow and she was sobbing. She was hurt.

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Mark felt panic rise in his throat. He rushed to her side, sitting on the bed, pulling her closer and laying her head on his lap where he could brush the hair back and soothe her. “Oh, Amy, Amy,” he cooed. “It’s okay, you’re safe. You’re with me now.”

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Amy sniffled, but didn’t say anything. Mark felt like he should do something, say something. Ask her what happened. Ask her who hurt her. Hunt them down and hurt them worse. But he couldn’t do that. Amy hated when other people fought her battles without asking. He’d learned that at a very young age. He could be her backup in a fight, but never her champion.

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For a long time, Mark held Amy. He stroked her hair and wiped tears from her face with the corner of the towel. No matter what had happened, she was his sister, and she needed a safe place. She stopped crying pretty quickly, but didn’t move from where he’s placed her.

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Finally, Amy spoke up. “You’re wet,” she declared.

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Mark grinned. “Just happy to see you,” he quipped. “Here, put your head on the pillow, I’ll get dressed.”

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Amy seemed reluctant to move, but Mark managed to get the pillow under her and extricate himself. He felt a little like an action hero archaeologist, replacing a gold idol with a bag of sand.

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Crossing to the dresser, Mark dried himself off. He wasn’t very concerned about covering up. Amy was facing the other way anyway, and he’d been naked around her a lot lately. He pulled on some shorts and a pair of sweats from his workout drawer, then donned a snug tank top that sort of matched. The drawer slid closed with a soft thunk, and Mark returned to the bed, sitting near his sister’s borrowed pillow. “Wanna talk about it?” he offered, reaching down to stroke her arm.

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“Not really,” Amy replied. Her voice was a little gravelly from crying, and she cleared he throata couple times.

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“Okay,” Mark said, continuing to rub her arm. Sub her arm. She felt colder than he liked.

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“I was with Greg,” she said.

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“Okay.”

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“I sucked him off.”

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Mark’s hand froze for a moment before continuing on its slow up-down motion. “Okay,” he said, trying to sound neutral and accepting, despite the surge of jealousy he was fighting.

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“It’s not as big as yours.”

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“I didn’t ask, but thanks.”

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“I didn’t like it.”

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“Okay.” Mark bit down on his tongue to keep from asking for more details.

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“You want me to suck you off, too,” she said. It wasn’t a question.

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“Not right now, but yes,” he replied. “I would love that.”

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“Because you want me.”

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“Because I love you,” Mark corrected. “Not just as a sister, anymore.”

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Amy was silent for another long moment. “You’re not supposed to.”

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“I know, Ames. I can’t help it. But if you want, I’ll stop showing it.” the words were coming out of his mouth before he even knew that he meant them. “Everything can go back to normal, I promise. Twin Code in effect. We’ll just say I made a mistake and-”

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“It happened.” She turned her head a little, bringing one of her beautiful eyes into view and looking up at him. “You wanted it and you did it.”

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“Yes,” Mark admitted. “I want you.”

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She turned back again, hiding her face. “I felt like I was cheating, today.”

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“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to feel like-”

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“With Greg. I was cheating with Greg. I let him make me do that, and all I could think was that I was betraying you. First to get back at you, to make you mad. But then…”

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Mark flinched. That was a lot to unpack. “I’m not mad, Ames,” he said, giving her shoulder a squeeze. “At worst, disappointed. He’s not good enough for you.”

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“But you will be.”

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Mark nodded, even though she couldn’t see him. “I would try to be.”

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“Okay.”

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“Okay?”

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“Okay,” Amy repeated.

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Mark’s heart did a little backflip. “You mean-”

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“I mean okay. But you don’t get to dump Liz yet.”

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“We can… we can put a pin in that.”

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Amy shifted again, turning over on her back and looking up at him. She had a look almost like relief on her face, despite the redness in her eyes. “For now, yeah. And… I’m not doing anything to you tonight. I’m wiped.”

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Mark felt himself grinning. He couldn’t stop. “That’s fine, Ames.” He thought about shutting up, but then he couldn’t resist. “Maybe I can help you feel better though?”

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Amy bit her lip. *God fuck she’s beautiful,* Mark thought. Then she nodded her head. “Okay.”

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“Okay,” Mark echoed. He reached down and stroked her cheek. “Just relax, and I’ll take care of you.”

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“I think I can do that,” Amy replied. “I could use some relaxing.”

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Mark chuckled, helping her shuffle back from the edge of the bed and lying next to her. “Let’s start here,” he said. His hand cupped her cheek and gently turned her head, and then he pressed his lips to hers.

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Amy had a million thoughts and none at the same time. Marts of her were excited, parts were terrified. Parts were screaming and lighting fires. But she was just exhausted, tired of feeling so many different things at once. She shoved them all out and focused on her brother.

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Safe.

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Loved.

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This felt like he right place to be. She was worried about what came next, but she knew at least that no matter what she was safe, and she was loved.

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And then Mark kissed her, and her senses lit up like carnival fireworks.

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His lips were warm and soft. They parted a little and so did hers, locking perfectly together. She heard herself moan. Mark’s thumb stroked her cheek, making her skin tingle. Her eyes had closed, and the smell and taste of him, clean and familiar, was like a big, warm blanket over her.

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His hand slid down her neck and shoulder. Surprisingly he didn’t take the opportunity to grope her breast. Even more surprisingly, she wished he had. There was a certain primal need that she felt when a guy groped her, an indicator that he wanted her so badly he couldn’t control his own hands. But Mark remained in control, and his loving touch stroked down and up again along her waist.

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Normally, Amy hated for a guy to touch her waist or stomach. She hated that part of herself, where the fat showed. But with Mark, now, it felt like he was healing that hate. He loved every inch of her, even the less pleasant bits, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. His hand was under her shirt now, and she wasn’t sure when that had happened, but again he didn’t move high enough to touch her breast. Close enough for her to feel the heat of his hand on her underboob, but not close enough to actually touch.

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Mark broke the kiss, but before Amy could rally and make a smart comment about how he was trying to tease her, his lips moved to her neck and turned her into goo once more. She sighed and squirmed as his kisses sent electric tingles down her whole body.

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The movement was swift but smooth as Mark got up on top of her. He was straddling her hips, playfully nipping at her throat, as his hands moved to peel her shirt up and off of her. The bra came next, but rather than stare at her body as he bared her chest, Mark leaned in to kiss her again. The bra slid over her head, separating them, and when it cleared her sight-line, he had already moved down to kiss her collarbone.

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Amy shivered, feeling goosebumps begin rolling down her side. The air in the room was warm still from Mark’s hot shower, and the light breeze across her nipples felt like a lover’s breath. And then her actual lover moved down and breathed on one. Amy barely had time to register how much better that felt before Mark’s lips closed around the little fleshy nub, making her moan.

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Mark suckled at her, nursing – no, nursing wasn’t right. Nursing was a greedy action, an infant demanding to be fed. This was more giving. It was the opposite of nursing. Mark was pushing pleasure back into her as his lips and tongue expertly teased her. His hand had come up to cup the other breast, and the feeling of his palm and fingers brushing across it was almost as good.

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She almost whimpered when he pulled away and moved further downward. Amy opened her eyes and looked down, only to find her brother staring up at her as he trailed kisses along the bare skin of her stomach. He was watching her, reading poetry with his eyes while at the same time watchfully looking for signs that she might want him to stop. She gave him none, and he began to unfasten her jeans.

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Mark popped open the fly and kissed along the skin that had been pressed to the waistband, then tugged her panties down half an inch and did the same there. His hands slid around and under her, and Amy lifted her hips to let him pull the garments off.

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Mark leaned back a little, taking care to be gentle with her. His fingertips brushed along Amy’s thigh, knee, shin, and foot, and then her jeans were gone, falling somewhere on the floor. Her panties were still inside them, she realized, and she let her head fall back to the pillow, laying naked before him.

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Well, not naked. She had socks on. Technically not naked, that was something. That felt important. Important enough to hold on to as her last rational thought, at least, as all the rest flew away when she felt Mark softly bite the inside of her thigh.

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It was possessive, that bite. Even though it wasn’t hard enough to hurt or break the skin, it felt like he was marking her, claiming her as his own. His hands stroked down and up her thighs, and then he turned his head and kissed her in an even more personal place.

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Amy moaned at the sensation as her brother’s lips and then his tongue pressed against her pussy. She couldn’t help it any more than she could help the fact that she was already soaked down there. Her legs squirmed on either side of him, quivering in response to the slow, firm motion of tongue to skin. It was almost systematic, and it took a moment for Amy to realize that Mark was bathing her, licking clean all the fluids that coated her skin.

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Even after he’d covered every inch of moistened skin, Mark kept going. His arms wrapped around her thighs, holding her still, and his tongue returned to her entrance, where it circled and traced and teased her. He kissed and sucked the little pearl that made her moan even louder, then sealed his lips to her skin and plunged his tongue inside her.

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It was overwhelming, and Amy lost track of what Mark was even doing down there. She just knew she felt good. Safe. Love. Pleasure. She grabbed at the sheets and squirmed, but Mark’s strong grip held her fast.

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She was cumming, she realized. Already. Or had it been a while? She was losing track of how long things were. And still Mark continued his ministrations, seeming all the more eager in response to her climax. Climaxes. One rolled into another. Her hands came up to grab at her own breasts, wishing they were his, wishing that he could touch every part of her at the same time, wishing that he was on top of her and inside of her.

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That was what she wanted. She realized and accepted it without panic. She wanted him to take her, to claim her, to fuck her. But he stubbornly held on, driving her insane with his tongue and refusing to give her enough leverage to move, to make him escalate.

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Pressure built in a way it never had before. Amy barely had enough time to realize what was about to happen. One of her hands went down to curl into a fist in her brother’s hair, and the other clapped over her mouth as Amy began to scream. Pleasure ripped through her like a hurricane, flattening every other sense. She tried to buck her hips, but only ended up flopping like a fish. There was a sudden release, and a great weight felt like it had been removed from her.

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Mark kept it up until Amy managed to stop screaming into her hand, then pulled back a little. His breath on her sex made her twitch and spasm, but mercifully he didn’t push her any further. She looked down in time to see him wiping his face on his shirt and sitting up. His shirt was wet. So, she realized, was the bed.

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“I… I…” Amy swallowed. Her throat felt like sandpaper. “Did I-”

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“Shoosh.” Mark climbed up next to her and kissed her again. It made her want more. “I’ll put a towel down. It’s okay.”

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“That’s never-”

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“I know. It’s fine.” His arms wrapped around her, pulling her in close, pushing her head to his warm chest. “Just rest. I’ll clean up in a minute.”

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Amy rested.

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