THE CLUB
Chapter 6

For the next few days it rained, so Meg and Mark were more or less house bound. With no TV, no internet access, it was nothing but boring. So boring that Mark was laying on his bed reading, of all things, his history book. He looked up to see Meg, in her room, standing, with her door open, looking at him. Their rooms were across the hall from each other's and the doors were so, if both were open, allowed a full view of the other's room.

Meg was also bored silly and also a bit randy. She stood looking at Mark, who was on his bed, waiting for him to look at her. Meg had just come from the shower and was only wearing a robe. Finally he did. With a big grin on her face, she opened her robe, let it slip from her shoulders, and drop to the floor. That sure got his attention and also excited Meg. She pointed at him hoping he would get the hint.

Mark had his usual hardon, but seeing Meg standing nude just made things worse. She seemed to be pointing at something and he looked around to see what. Nothing seemed to be unusual or out of place, so he looked back at her. She beckoned for him, so he got off the bed and headed toward her. It confused him when she held her hand up for him to stop. He finally realized what she wanted when she mimed pulling her pants down.

Meg couldn't believe how dumb her brother could be at times, but he eventually got the message. His hands went to his waist and his jeans and underwear dropped. As she suspected, his dick was stiff. For a moment she looked at it, but then realized both her parents were home. Leaving the door open, she walked to her drawer and pulled out a pair of panties. Meg turned toward Mark again and went to put the panties on, except he was shaking his head. Did he want her to wear a different pair? She refolded the pair in her hand and held up another. Again he shook his head.

After holding up 4 or 5 pair, she realized what he meant. He didn't want her to wear any! She had never gone without, but the thought excited her. After a short debate with herself, she closed that drawer, opened another, and pulled out a pair of shorts. Once more she turned to face him with a slight blush. He nodded as she stepped into them.

Meg knew he would also want her braless as well. There was no way she could just wear a tee as her mother would surely notice she had no bra on. She did have a top that was gathered and stretchy though that might work. She pulled it out of the drawer and looked at Mark. His head was bobbing like a bobble-head doll, which made her laugh. She pulled the top on and looked down. With no bra her nipples were poking out some, but with all the folds and wrinkles in the top it wasn't really noticeable.

Mark had already left his room. Meg looked at herself once more in her mirror. She looked like she normally did, unless one looked closely and saw her nips poking out. It was impossible to tell she had no panties on, but she knew it. It excited her and made her feel naughty. Mark knew as well.

Satisfied with her looks, even though what she wasn't wearing was making her horny, she walked into the main part of the house. She didn't notice Mark around, but her mom was in the kitchen so she asked her about Mark. She was told he was out in the barn working on some project, but her mom wasn't sure what.

Meg stalled a while before going out to the barn so it wouldn't appear like she rushed out. Mark was on the loft so Meg climbed up. "Whatcha doing?" she asked.

“"Making a man cave," Mark grinned.

Meg looked around. It surprised her how well the room was coming out. He had finished walls up, but no door yet. Unfortunately, right now, his furniture was a couple of hay bales. She wasn't really interested in building though. She could feel the wetness between her legs. She had been like that since she dressed. Her focus went to Mark's crotch hoping to see his erection outlined. She saw nothing.

"Last time we were at the clubhouse, did you really do Rita in the butt?" Meg asked out of the blue.

"What?" Mark questioned until her question finally sunk in. "Yeah," he then answered.

"Did you like it?" she asked. Mark gave her a look making Meg realize her question was rather foolish. "I mean did she like it. Didn't it hurt?"

"I don't think so. She seemed to like it too," Mark told her.

Meg noticed his cock making a bigger outline in his jeans. "You were OK putting your... going in that way?"

"I guess so..." Mark mumbled. Her questions were beginning to embarrass him.

"The pledge stick didn't hurt, but it was a lot smaller than you," Meg mentioned as she thought. "I don't know if you'd fit in me there."

"Have you tried anything besides the pledge stick?" Mark inquired, now getting more interested.

"Well... Um... When I took my shower I kinda put my finger in," she blushed.

"Did you like it?"

"I don't know... I guess it wasn't bad," Meg confessed.

"Take off your shorts," Mark requested.

"Here? Now? I can't! What if someone comes? No!" Meg blurted.

"Who's gonna come? Dad isn't home and I don't think mom has ever been in the barn," Mark reasoned. "Besides, there's walls and if someone did come you'd hear them."

Meg thought for a moment. She was horny today anyway and the way she was dressed just magnified that. "Will you take yours off too?" Mark didn't answer. Instead his jeans and underwear dropped. Meg was now committed. Her shorts hit the floor.

"Turn around and bend over," Mark said softly.

"Why?" Meg halfheartedly asked even though she knew the answer. For a moment the two just stood and looked at each other. Mark's cock was hard and standing proud, both exciting Meg and making her nervous. "If I say stop you gotta, OK?" she conditioned. Again Mark said nothing in return.

Meg slowly turned and put her hands on the bail she had been sitting on. She knew what was going to happen and it scared her, but excited her even more. She jumped when Mark's hand settled on her ass. Very slowly and with a light touch, a finger slid down her ass crack. He was going to touch her there and the thought repulsed her, but she wanted it to happen.

It tickled as his finger lightly brushed her rear opening. She had expected him to just jam his finger into her, but he didn't. Instead he just teased her. She almost wish he had just pushed in. She was curious, but couldn't bring herself to admit it. Eventually his finger began to push in, not enough to enter her though.

Meg's mind was racing. The idea of someone putting their finger into her ass sent shivers down her spine, but strangely his finger playing with her rear opening felt good and was exciting her. Although she tried to resist, her body finally rejected her brain and she pushed back when Mark pushed forward.

Her breath sucked noisily through her teeth as his fingertip entered her body. Neither moved for a moment and then Meg pushed back once more. His finger sank deeper. Meg closed her eyes tightly, like she was trying to block out what was being done to her. Mark's finger pushed in anyway. Meg wanted to scream, "Stop!", but her body pushed back.

"Oh wow," Meg muttered as Mark's hand came to rest on her ass with his finger in her as far as he could reach. Slowly the finger withdrew a bit and then pushed back in. All her fears fled her mind as her body began it's slow ascent up that magic mountain. Her hips, only slightly at first, began to match the rhythm of his finger.

She audibly sighed, embarrassing her, when his finger pulled out. Quickly though, she felt it back at her entrance, but then his hands went to her hips. It wasn't his finger this time. Again she wanted to protest, but when he pushed easily forward, her body pushed her ass back.

Meg gasped when Mark's cock popped in. It felt huge. "Are you OK? Want me to stop?" Mark asked.

"Yes... No... Wait..." Meg stammered. It hurt, but somehow it wasn't pain. She wasn't sure if he was going to rip her apart if he continued, but her body was screaming, "Yes!" through the hurt. After a brief pause, the hurt began to fade. "OK," she muttered and then held her breath expecting more hurt when he pushed again.

Mark's cock slowly sank into her. There wasn't more hurt, but her ass felt stuffed. Her body was now reacting though. Forgetting all she ever knew about what she should and shouldn't do, she lifted one of her hands to her pussy and began to coax her climax out of it's hiding place. Mark began pumping and Meg could feel her climax coming.

"I'm gonna cum!" Mark gasped as his hips shot forward slapping his belly against her ass and ramming his cock deeply into her. She felt his cock begin to pulsate, which triggered her climax finally. She had never cum like this before. It seemed to go on forever. Her hand dropped back onto the hay bail as she tried to steady herself on her wobbly legs.

Eventually her body settled. Mark's dick was still embedded into her, but she could feel him slipping. Too soon it slipped out of her and he stepped back. Meg stood and turned to face him. Neither could say anything. Meg's hand went to her ass and she felt his cum start to dribble out of her. "I'm leaking," she giggled. "Do you have something I could wipe off with?"

Mark looked around, saw a fairly clean rag, and picked it up holding it out to her. Meg squatted slightly and wiped the cum drooling from her asshole. "You're soft," she smiled, noticing his cock now hanging limply.

"You OK?" Mark inquired.

"Yeah, I'm OK. It feels a little weird back there, but I'm fine. I should get back to the house before someone comes looking for me," Meg awkwardly replied.

"You can stay if you want," Mark hinted.

"Well... OK I guess. I can't really put my shorts back on because your stuff is still coming out. Will you keep your pants off too?" Mark nodded.

Meg wondered if something was wrong with her. Mark was her brother, but she liked looking at his dick. She studied it, occasionally wiping the cum from her ass as it dribbled out. She began thinking... Would it be wrong to do what she just did again sometime?