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[mf, inc] Mark&Amy Chapter 10

Chapter 10

There was a moment that Mark thought he’d fucked it up. The bra was too much. He’d moved too fast. Everything depended on his ability to push Liz toward an idea without making her trip over her doubts.

The look on Liz’s face was confused, suspicious… her eyes were stuck on the bra in his hand and the front of his shorts. Mark could see the wheels in her head grinding.

“C’mere,” he said, pulling his right hand from his shorts and patting the bed next to him. On the screen, the actress was talking to her mother through a barely-open door while the actor, “hidden”, was stuffing his fingers in her pussy to try to mess with her.

Obedience won out over her doubt, and Liz climbed on the bed. “Mark,” she said, but the silence that followed told him she didn’t have the words to express her thoughts. So Mark gave her new ones.

“Isn’t it hot?” he said, nodding toward the screen. “Forbidden acts, almost getting caught and doing it anyway… the thrill, y’know?” Read more »

[mf] Mark&Amy Chapter 9

**Chapter 9**

Liz was having the time of her life. Of course, she always loved being with Mark. He was just amazing. But being with him at a concert for her favorite pop singer was wild. And he’d got them a spot right in front of the stage! The crowd was electric, the sons were amazing, and she had spent the last hour dancing and grinding her ass up against her favorite person in the whole world.

To tell the truth, she sort of wished they weren’t right at the front. If they were further back where it was darker, then maybe instead of Mark’s hands being around her waist, they’d be somewhere more exciting. But there was always later on for that. Maybe tonight would even be The Night for them. Mark had been so much more confident lately, happier, and more open to sexy fun.

She owed Amy so big for all this. Before, Mark had still been great to be with, but he’d been really shy about physical stuff. She’d put the moves on him so many times and he either seemed oblivious or got all shy and closed-off. But then his sister had talked to him about things and he said she helped him understand what he wanted out of life. Read more »

[mf oral] Mark&Amy Chapter 8

**Chapter 8**

It was pretty easy for Amy to slip into the mindset of being intimate with Mark. It was basically the same as what she’d been doing already, except without the pretense of trying to cure him of his attraction to her. In the mornings, they would have breakfast together before class. Mark wanted to have morning showers together, but Amy vetoed that request, pointing out that they hadn’t gotten very clean the first time they’d tried it, and “accidents” could happen if they made a habit of it.

They met again at lunch, although Liz would often join them, which made Amy a little uncomfortable. She still hadn’t figured out what to do about that whole situation. Mark had told her that he would handle it, but it still felt awkward to sit across from the perky, sweet girlfriend of the brother who was cheating with her and act like nothing was wrong.

After class, they would spend a little time apart. It was almost the only time Amy returned to her own dorm. They would handle homework and other obligations. And in the evening, Amy would go to Mark’s room with her next day’s clothes in her backpack. Read more »

[mf inc] Mark&Amy Chapter 7

*What can I say? I’ve felt inspired this week. Enjoy. Next chapter will have some more story, I promise.*

**Chapter 7**

The sun was warm on Amy’s face as she came back to awareness. It was a slow process of realizing she was in bed, remembering how to feel her limbs… she realized someone was holding her. Strong arms, warm. She snuggled back into the body there and tried to go back to sleep where she’d been enjoying a nice dream of something she already couldn’t quite remember.

“Morning, sis,” Mark said. He leaned in and pressed his forehead into her hair affectionately.

Amy froze perfectly still on the outside, but internally her heart started beating like a scared rabbit. Adrenalin poured through her, bringing her to complete consciousness in an eyeblink. Recollection came in a flood. Mark had upset her. She’d run away. Then she went to Greg. She felt horrible there, so she ran back, and…

“Oh my god,” Amy whispered.

Mark sighed. “I know. It’s a lot.”

“I… you…” Read more »

[mf oral inc] Mark&Amy Chapter 6

**Chapter 6**

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.

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.

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. Read more »

[mf oral] Mark&Amy Chapter 5

***Author’s note: I’ve been absent for a long while. I encourage you to skim the previous chapters and get back up to speed on what’s going on. This is a short chapter, and not actually a very sexy one. It’s necessary for the narrative, however, and you’ll see why in Chapter 6, which I am also posting right away.***

**Chapter 5**

Amy ran a full gamut of emotion on her way back to her room. She’d been confused after Mark… after what Mark did. It was just simple toughing, but it had felt *good*. Good in a way she hadn’t expected. She’d been like some brainless bimbo in his arms, squirming and squeaking. Nothing like that had ever happened before. She’d been touched, sure, but it had never done *that* to her.

It was humiliating, that’s what it was. The idea that a simple touch could make her completely melt like that was beyond embarrassing. She’d spent her whole life being her own person, based her identity on low-key badassery. Having all that stripped away made her feel… well, it made her feel naked.

[inc mf hj semi-nc] Mark&Amy Chapter 4

*Sorry for the delays! Life, you know. Here’s a chapter I’ve been writing and rewriting in my head for a while. No mobile this time, shouldn’t be so shamefully full of errors.*

#Chapter 4

A whole day had passed. Mark was sitting at his desk and thinking about texting Amy when there was a knock on his door.

“Cover up!” Amy demanded, opening the door and stepping inside. She was wearing a plain shirt and jeans, apparently still trying to look unsexy.

“Jeez! At least give me a second!” Mark complained, swiveling his chair toward her. “What if I’d been-“

“At this point, I think you’d have enjoyed that,” Amy replied, cutting him off. She tossed a flash drive on his lap. “Here.”

Mark picked up the little device and looked at it intently, as if he could somehow read its contents. “What’s this?”

“It’s a whole bunch of porn. All of it features girls who look like Liz. You’re gonna watch it, and you’re gonna think about her. What you’re *not* gonna do is use your…” Amy waved her hands around. “Your *shenanigans* to push all my buttons and turn off my brain. I’m not a meek little idiot, and you know it.” Read more »

[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. Read more »

[MF, M mast, inc, Ds] Mark&Amy Chapter Two

*Thanks to everyone who commented or upvoted Chapter One! I love hearing that you guys like my work. Here’s another chapter, later than I wanted it to be but finished regardless. Enjoy!* -JC

#Chapter Two

She almost did it. It was so close. Amy was almost able to completely forget about the weirdness with her brother. But then he just had to text.

After leaving his dorm room, she’d gone back to her own and showered thoroughly. Scrubbed her skin until it was raw, replacing the warm, sticky feeling of her brother’s… emission… with the sharp stinging of exfoliation. It’s good for the skin, she’d reminded herself. Taking off the dead layers.

After that, the couple drinks in her had helped her slide into a dreamless sleep, and she’d awoken the next morning with the strange encounter far from her mind. It was a talent she’d developed over the years, putting things that were uncomfortable out of her mind. Her father’s illness and death… her mother’s mood swings, varying between indifference and spite for her offspring… the harassment of other kids through high school. Yup, Amy was a real champion of Not Thinking About Stuff. Gold medalist, really. If only there were an Olympic event. Read more »

[MF, M mast, inc] Stretching the old writing muscles with a new story. Title TBD, here’s the first chapter of Mark&Amy, the story of a young man who falls for his twin sister.

Mark paced the length of his dorm room anxiously. It wasn’t a long distance, 10 or 12 feet from the door to the bathroom and back, but the movement helped. He hadn’t felt this anxious in years, and all of it over something as stupid as a girl.

A girl who was nuts about him, he reminded himself. Sitting on the side of the bed, he ran his hands over his face and through his short brown hair. Liz was super into him, totally sweet and devoted. It was normal for a girl like that to want to get physical. College is when that’s supposed to happen, right?

Mark’s self-interrogation was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Oh thank God,” he breathed, pushing up onto his feet and brushing himself off. “It’s open!”

His call was answered with the click of the door latch. It swung open, revealing a plain hallway and a young woman. The hall was long and narrow; the girl was anything but. She stood a head lower than him, wearing cut-off shorts and a loose tee that hung from her ample chest. Her skin was fair, almost pale, and her legs betrayed her body as inhabiting that narrow zone where chubby was still beautiful before leaning into that fat unattractiveness trap that so many girls fell into. Shoulder-length auburn hair framed a face as sweet as it was familiar; looking into her brown eyes was like looking into a mirror. His twin sister, Amy. Read more »