THE CLUB
Chapter 18

When Mark got home there was a note on the table. His parents had gone into town and were going out to eat and then to a movie. Instructions were left that supper was in the refrigerator and they would be home about 9:30 or 10. He sighed in relief. He didn't really want to talk to anyone. He was intrigued by Marsha, but also confused about both his and her feelings. He put the note back on the table and headed for his space in the barn.

As Meg approached she saw Mark go into the barn. It surprised her because usually when they had been gone all day their mother had a long list of things she wanted done when they got back. She walked into the house and noticed the note. After reading it, she walked to the barn.

She climbed the ladder and peered into the doorway. Mark was just sitting, leaning against the far wall. "Can I come in?" she asked from the entry. Mark shrugged. "I saw the note... We have the house to ourselves for a few hours." Mark shrugged again. "Is everything OK?" Meg questioned, seeing her brother seemingly somewhat depressed.

"Yeah, everything's fine. Why?" he replied.

"You seem a little depressed. Did everything go OK with Marsha?" questioned Meg.

"I'm fine. ...and yeah. Why did you ask about her?" Mark answered as he looked up.

"Did you do her? Did she get all upset or something?" Meg pushed.

"No!" Mark blurted.

Meg just looked at him for a moment. Mark, seeing her look at him, turned his head away from her. "You did do her... You know, she really likes you. She was asking us a bunch of questions about... well... I know you did her butt at the clubhouse. When we were walking back she seemed to want more. She almost jumped for joy when I offered to go to Gail and Rita's so you could walk her home. Did she get upset after?"

"No... I kinda like her too. She wants to join the club. She said you guys had told her what goes on and she said she's OK with that. I told her about Ron, but she said she already knew, but I'd be there too so she was OK with that too," Mark began.

"Sounds like my little brother has a crush on someone," Meg grinned. "Isn't she a little young for you?"

"Pffft... Little by what? 15 minutes??? ...and her boobs are bigger than yours and she even has more hair," Mark blurted.

Meg knew her boobs were bigger, but chose to ignore that. "You're so dumb... I know she has more hair. She has more hair than anyone, stupid. She doesn't trim it, that's why!"

"Trim it??? You trim yours?" Mark replied with surprise.

"Of course! You've seen it. Didn't you ever wonder why it only grows on top? Don't you think it grows all over?" Meg blurted.

"I don't know..." Mark muttered, now embarrassed.

"Girls have to trim so it doesn't poke out all over the place. Some even shave it all off," Meg explained, now calmer. "I don't think Marsha has ever trimmed hers. I don't see how she can wear a swimsuit. It's gotta poke out when she does. You've seen me enough anyway... Want me show you?"

"OK," Mark answered.

That was not the answer Meg wanted nor expected. He had seen her many times already, but that wasn't her issue. He did seem sincere though and she had offered. Trying to act as nonchalant as possible, she pushed her shorts down. "See? If you look here you can see it beginning to grow back," she blushed, pointing out what she was talking about. "I can't believe I'm showing my brother how I shave my pussy," she blushed even more.

"What's the big deal?" Mark said, trying to be objective about it.

"Do you shave your thing?" she questioned. Mark shook his head. "Maybe you should... Show me your hair. You said it was no big deal..."

Suddenly the table had been turned on Mark. After what he had just said, he'd look stupid objecting, so he had no choice. He stood up and dropped his shorts, freeing his ever hard cock. Meg, with her shorts still at her ankles, dropped to her knees and looked closer. "As usual, hard," she quipped. "Your hair is all messy," she announced after studying for a moment. "I bet I could make it look nicer for you."

"No! You're not shaving my hair!" Mark objected.

"I didn't mean shave it, just trim it a little; make it look neater. You'll still have hair, but it will look better groomed," she explained. Mark shrugged. "Come on... It will be fun! Um... Maybe if it looked better it would taste better," she grinned.

"If I let you trim me, you'll give me a blowjob?" Mark questioned.

"Maybe..." she giggled. "If I did, would you lick me?"

"Maybe... If you do a good job," Mark laughed, thinking she was just joking anyway.

"OK. I'll get a comb and some scissors," Meg agreed and reached down for her shorts.

"No, leave the shorts here," Mark challenged. Meg just looked at him. "I'm letting you trim my prized possession! I dare you to go to the house not wearing pants."

"I can't! Someone might see!" Meg gasped.

Mark countered, "Who?"

Meg thought for a moment. She knew he was right. There parents had gone to town and no one was anywhere close by. "OK, but you gotta stand at the barn door, outside, and watch to make sure no one comes." Mark agreed. "Your shorts stay here too though," she added. The two stepped out of their shorts. "You go first," Meg grinned.

Both climbed down the ladder and went to the door. Mark pushed it open and cautiously stepped out. Suddenly Meg shoved him out of the way and made a dash to the house door. A few minutes later, Mark saw her head poke out of the doorway followed by another mad dash to the barn. He laughed as she swept by him and climbed the ladder. He followed.

Between deep breaths, Meg said, "Stand here," as she knelt down in front of him. She started combing his pubic hair, unfortunately pulling it causing Mark to jump. "Sorry," she mumbled as she began to comb gentler.

Once combed out to her satisfaction, she began cutting it with the scissors. "Careful down there! ...and don't cut too much," Mark cautioned.

�I'll be careful, I promise. I'm not going to cut much, just trim up a bit, so don't worry about it,� she replied as she continued to cut.

It amused Mark to have her trimming him. With one hand she would move his cock or balls, which he liked, and with the other she clipped the hair. Strangely it didn't seem to phase her that she was manipulating his boyhood as she seemed to concentrate on the haircut.

After about 5 or 10 minutes, she started to lean back a bit, study him, then cut a bit more here and there. A few minutes later she announced, "Done. What do you think? Look better?"

Mark looked down. To him he didn't see much of a difference. "I guess," he answered casually.

"I trimmed this shorter, shaped this, cut here," she began to explain, pointing out her work. Seeing Mark didn't seem interested in her explanation, she added, "Well, I think it looks a lot better." She then grinned, leaned in, and took his cock into her mouth. "Tastes better too. 69? Lay down."

Mark was on his back in a flash. Meg crawled over, straddled his head, and leaned down towards his cock. Her breath sucked in as his tongue met her pussy. "Finally," she thought to herself. Her motor had been running for a while already. Feeling his cock and balls as she trimmed had affected her and at the end she had a hard time concentrating.

Her hips pushed forward, mashing her pussy into his face as she savored the sensations. With her mouth she began in earnest to coax his climax out as she could feel hers already building. His hands caressed her ass cheeks pushing her even closer. She began to feel his finger slowly ride up and down her ass crack. He paused right at her rosebud, then pushed in. It was enough to send her over the edge and at the same time cum filled her mouth.

This time she willingly swallowed, taking in her reward for her work on his cock. Her body seemed to float as waves of pleasure washed over her. Unfortunately nothing lasts forever and she began to come down. She allowed his now limp cock to fall from her mouth and rolled off him.

Both stayed quiet for a few moments, allowing their bodies to return to normal. "I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat," Meg eventually said. "...and if you do that to Marsha she'll love you forever!"