Siblings with Benefits Ch. 34

"Oh yes master." Ashley whispered and smiling tiredly. "Better than I hoped."

"So it wasn't anything you didn't want?" Mark asked.

"Oh no master I loved every minute of it!"

"Smart Mark, real smart." I said again.

"Good, " Mark said on the screen smiling at her. "So maybe I'll have you back sometime."

"Oh I would love it!" Ashley exclaimed.

"Well I'll see. " Mark said, then with an evil smirk added; "So Rose how do you think you should say goodbye to me?"

With no hesitation Ashley lowered her head to my brother's lap and began sucking his cock. As her head bobbed up and down, Mark put his hand on the back of it and looking straight up into the camera, smiled. Bringing his hand up to his ear with his thumb and pinky extended, Mark mouthed the words;

"Call me."

The screen went blank and hitting the remote Mark shut the television off.

"Call me?" I asked my eyes wide. "Holy shit Mark you sent that to her father?"

"Damn straight I did." Mark replied calmly.

"Mark! What the hell is wrong with you? That girl was innocent! You had no right to..."

"No one is innocent."

"Oh knock it off!" I snapped. "Get off your dark horse Mark, you know what I mean! You took a good kid and fucking beat her with a..."

"And she loved it." Mark answered, then looking at me asked. "Why you don't? Hell Meg you were getting turned on I could see it in your face." He smirked "We've put each other through worse."

"That's us Mark." I pointed out. "And in case you haven't noticed were both more than a little fucked up. That girl's probably crawling around on all fours at the clubs now looking to get taken like that again."

"And if she loves it so be it." Mark said. "We all start somewhere." He then laughed. "Not everyone can be taught the fine art of bondage by their sister you know."

"But you had no right to..."

"Oh come off it sis, you never brought some twenty year old guy," He grinned. "Or girl home and fucked with them like that?"

"You're the only guy I really get into that with Mark and as for women I like to play not..."

"Oh for Christ's sakes!" Mark exclaimed slapping his hand on the desk. "Enough Megan! I did what I had to fucking do!"

Picking up the normal looking picture of Ashley Mark held it up.

"Innocent? Maybe, but know what? Alicia Carson was innocent, Doug and Denise are innocent, and for you sis? You had spent the last few years becoming everything you should be and have worked your ass off to get your relationship back with you parents. Warner was going to destroy that to save his fucking ego, because he couldn't admit to Winthrop that he couldn't control me. so the gloves were off and the only way to win is get dirty."

Mark tossed the picture in the box.

"Takers take until their taken, Winthrop and Warner have taken anything they wanted their entire lives. I would not let them take Alicia Carson's future or my sister's."

As he spoke Mark's lip curled up into a snarl.

"Show me pictures of my sister and I? Well then here's some pictures right back at you. Lex Talionis Megan, an eye for an eye. All I know is Alicia Carson is graduating Brown next year and everything is good with you and the folks. Well worth fucking some Paris Hilton wannabe!"

"Calm down Mark." I said putting my hands up. "It was just extreme that's all and who knows what that girl is like now."

"She's graduating summa cum laude this year I think she is doing just fine. If she has some added kinks in her bedroom who knows and who cares. I also coddled her in between and was good to her at the end. But that would have ruined the video."

"Trust me sis I know the game, give it to them until they're ready to say fuck this, then take your time and make them cum so hard they'll take anything you'll dish out. So trust me I did okay by little Ashley." He laughed again. "Tell you what though Meg you're getting soft in your old age." He snorted. "Innocent!"

"Okay Desade ," I told him. "All I'm saying is..."

"You know what Megan? Do you want to hear the rest of this cute little story or do you want to wallow in righteous indignation at my tactics? I mean isn't that why you fucked me, and pretended to want me, to get the inside scoop?"

I felt my heart sink at his words. I knew I had been using sex to try to get him to talk, but I hadn't meant him to take it to heart to that degree. Now that he was talking I was leaning towards calling Royce and cancelling the flight so we could talk about us, not that I was closer to knowing how I felt and this...

"Hello?" Mark asked shaking his head. "And they say I'm the one who goes away."

"Anyway, the cameras are pretty much along the lines of wireless web cams, they feed direct the pc in my home office. I sent Daddy's little girl home then e-mailed all the separate films to my guy in Boston and told him to edit it down to a five minute greatest hits tape and have one of his private couriers to deliver it to Winthrop's condo first thing Sunday morning."

"I can't imagine what that reaction would be like," I said. "Seeing your daughter..."

"Yeah well I can because I saw it, twice actually, but anyway..."

"Twice?"

"So I drive to Boston at 3am, grab a room at the Marriott and wait for my phone call." Mark continued ignoring me. "Winthrop calls at ten am and he is screaming about how he's going to kill me, so I hang up on him. I do it three times until he speaks to me rationally. He tells me to get my ass to his office which I was more than happy to."

Mark took a deep breath before continuing;

"I get there and the idiot pulls a .38 out of his desk. I tell him to stop being an asshole because he has to know I'm smart enough that other people have that tape and well you know the Hollywood routine. So we settle down and I give him his choice."

"Choice?"

"See first off I tell him that as nasty as that tape is there is three hours of it. I tell him that if he doesn't pull Warner back from me and let his kid take the fall he should, then that tape is going viral. I handed him a list I printed at the hotel of over fifty amateur porn sites, that I found and God only knows there are ten times that out there. I tell him that if he doesn't get Warner in there with us and tell him to fuck off in front of me, that tape is going to be divided into twelve fifteen minute installments and be uploaded to every amateur site on that list and more."

""Little Ashley Winthrop will be the next Paris Hilton but to the nth degree. Ashley sucking cock in a dog crate, getting fucked up the ass, whipped, caned and best part? Begging for it and cumming like a wildcat." Mark put his hands up in an 'oh well' gesture.

"Pretty hard to get a political career going with this out before you so much as graduate no? Hell this could even have gotten her kicked out of college, American U is pretty damn anal" he laughed. "Pardon the pun."

As he spoke the thought occurred to me that my brother truly was a sick puppy.

"Winthrop tries this crap that I'm in it too and I told him that of course I was. See I would only release the tape if Alex made public what he had on me. So in that case my career would already be over and what would I have to lose?"

Mark spread his hands out as if speaking to a jury.

"Now on the other hand if Alex behaves then I couldn't release the tape because it would ruin me. I mean I got away with a lot of shit that came out about me, but they really couldn't pull me during the case, plus this is a little extreme to say the least. Now Winthrop is hot as hell by now but like Alex this is a shrewd cold hearted business man and in the end it is all games and deals."

"So he comes back with what about his son? What would happen to poor Stevie number three if he was found guilty? That is where the choice comes in."

Mark sighed, and then looking at his watch frowned. Picking up the phone he hit a button.

"Paula, cancel my two o'clock." Mark paused and rolled his eyes. "Well really Paula what are they going to do fire me?"

With that Mark hung up and getting up walked over and grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the fridge. After putting one down in front of me sat back down and chugged half of his.

"Thank you for not drinking right now Mark." I told him, my brother really tended to overdo it when he was upset.

"Funny I say that to you every morning when I meditate." Mark said.

He had said it off handedly and I knew he meant it that way, but I felt a surge of emotion flood through me as little things like that had always told me just how much my brother cared about me. How much he loved me. Why the hell was I having a hard time...

"So I tell Winthrop he has to choose between his two kids." Mark cut into my thoughts "On one hand we have Stevie, who has already been caught with drugs, been arrested for assault and possession of a fire arm a couple of years back, and has now raped someone. Trust me Megan; Winthrop knew his kid did it. See I know him from the group; he was once part of the one in Chicago but got tossed for getting to rough once with one of the female members." He rolled his eyes. "Like father like son."

"When this mess started I showed him the evidence and his answer was, 'he's my son I'll handle it myself but he won't go to jail or be expelled and ruin my name.' he spoke of loyalty to his kids."

"So you made him decide who he was more loyal to?"

"Exactly, but really Meg, should it have even been a tough choice? Stevie was the bad seed, and going to get worse jail might actually help him but daddy was worried about his reputation. Now on the other side we have Ashley the all American girl who can't even stomach her brother. Good kid, great grades, helps in the community and wants to get into politics to try to legitimately help people."

Marl put up his left hand.

"Stevie? Guilty but going to get off."

He raised his right.

"Or Ashley? Innocent but about to become a porn star and as an added twist; fucked by the very attorney who was trying to put her brother in jail." Mark smiled. "Imagine the side stories coming out of that one."

"Speaking of Mark," I interrupted. "How did she not recognize you?"

"Oh that," Mark waved his hand. "Early on in the case she was quoted as saying she wanted nothing to do with her brother and refused to follow any of the media coverage. I gambled that she wasn't lying." He smirked. "Or who the hell knows maybe she did know who I was. I mean all that shit they showed on the net would have told her I was what she wanted. Anyway stop interrupting."

"Yes master." I said sarcastically.

"Winthop knows there is only one answer, but I see him still struggling so now I go soft, tell him Stevie won't get the ten year max, I'll bring it down to five and if he behaves he can be out in less than two years. I also plant the idea that he should stage a press conference at some point and say that he decided to call McCallister off because of the overwhelming evidence produced by the amazing attorney on the other side he realized his son was guilty and wanted to do the right thing, not only for the sake of justice but for Carson and her family."

"I watched that press conference after the trial was over. " I said. "He seemed pretty sincere I remember thinking 'yeah right!'"

"I'm sure a lot of people did but he saved face, and honestly helped his daughter, it was bad enough her brother was a rapist, but dear old dad letting his kid take the fall says something for the moral fiber of the family."

Mark rolled his eyes.

"Moral fiber? Did I just say that?"

"Yeah but you didn't mean it." I said with a wry grin.

"Oh?" Mark grinned back. "Thanks I needed that."

"Now for round two, Winthrop gets Alex in there. Alex is livid saying he is not backing off and no street rat is going to beat him. I just sit there and watch them argue, because the rule was it would be discussed in front of me, no more games. I even sat in Winthrop's office for the three hours it took Warner to get there to make sure he didn't speak to him." He laughed. "Three veeeery long hours. Now in the beginning Winthrop wouldn't tell Warner what I had, but when Alex wouldn't stop fighting him he snaps and plays Alex the first minute of the tape."

Mark smiled ruefully.

"So after security comes in because Winthrop can't pull Alex and I's hands from around each other's necks. We all get calmed down and it comes down to yes or no. Winthrop tells Warner to give his word that what he has never goes public, Stevie goes down which is really what should happen to begin with and little Ashley's porn debut also never goes anywhere."

"So all this shit is based on words?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah Meg, the devil wasn't available to draw up a contract that day." Mark shook his head as if I were stupid. "That's how all this shit works. See sis it was a stalemate. In one case Stevie and only Stevie goes down as he should."

He paused to finish the water.

"In the other scenario it is mass chaos. I go down, Ashley gets shown going down, and honestly there was still a chance that Jim could have pulled through and Stevie still goes to jail. So either the idiot that started this mess suffers or we all burn." He sighed. "Obviously you know what he chose."

"But Mark that means Alex still has these pictures! Anytime he could just..."

"And I still have this." Mark tapped the DVD case.

"I..." I shook my head. "Still Mark, Alex is fucking brutal. Maybe one day he decides that he don't care if a friend's daughter goes down as long as he gets to take you with her."

"Oh I don't think so Meg." Mark said calmly. "Trust me that just will not happen. Alex will never risk this tape."

"How can you be so sure?"

Mark looked at me for a moment, and then reaching into the envelope yet again flipped a small five by seven picture at me. I picked it up and saw it was a picture of Alex. In it he appeared to be in his twenties, and was wearing a black suit. He was on one knee with his arm around a cute little girl wearing a white communion dress.

"Is that Ashley?" I asked.

"Yup. See Megan that tape will never come out because Ashley Winthrop is Alex's god daughter."

"Oh my god Mark!" I exclaimed. "And you knew it? I.."

"He was going after my sister!" Mark snarled at me, losing his calm. "He fucked with my family so I fucked his. He taped us I taped her!"

Mark took a deep breath, and sitting back rubbed at his temples.

"So anyway Meg it's like check in chess. You move the piece you lose the game. Alex and I have each other in check and neither of us will move again."

Mark closed his eyes and I took a minute to think about everything he had just told me. There was something nagging at my mind. Something big, I looked down at the table and seeing the folder that contained the pictures frowned.

"Mark?"

"Yes?"

"I don't understand something."

"What's that Meg?"

"I asked you why dad hated you."

Mark opened his eyes and looked at me tiredly.

"And I did." He pointed at the folder. "Didn't you see the address?"

My stomach felt as if it had been kicked. I...

"But I thought Alex sent these to you as a threat that they would go to mom and dad!"

"No Megan, when you asked if Alex sent me these," he pointed at the folder. "I said he sent me a set."

"Then where the hell did you get these Mark?"

"From Doug." Mark said.

"No," I whispered.

The entire time Mark had been speaking I had been telling myself what I had just voiced to Mark; that those pictures had never been sent, that somehow Mark had saved us again.

"No, no no." I repeated softly. I closed my eyes then snapping them open yelled.

"But you said that Alex couldn't send them!! That he couldn't make them..."

"Public." Mark said quietly. "It was word play Megan. Alex couldn't get over what I did to Ashley. He couldn't stand that I had last laugh. So he rolled the dice and he sent the pictures to your parents. The rule was public. Alex sent them to the two people who they would hurt the worst, but of course would never show them to anyone else. My career would be safe only my family destroyed. If I had lost it and posted this tape he would have put ours public so he knew I couldn't retaliate."

"You..." I could feel myself shaking. "You mean you didn't get even with him for this?"

"Alex used to be the Master of our group, was for years. The position comes with a lot of privilege and notoriety." Mark shook his head. "When Vicky came by last night I told you she was the Mistress. I cost him the group by going to Abigail who runs all of the groups and told him he had broken the biggest rule and gone after another member and their family. Alex was disgraced and banned from the group."

"Big fucking deal Mark!!" I snapped. "Who cares about a bunch of perverts who get together and talk about sex!"

"It's a bigger deal then you know Megan and just so you know Alex took one more shot. He showed the pictures of us to Abigail, tried to get me banned as well."

I stared at him.

"But Abigail..."

"Knows about us yes*." Now by the rules something like that would get me booted. Instead Abigail tells him to take his obviously photo shopped garbage and get his sorry ass out of her face before she destroys him personally and professionally. He gave me a tired grin. "Even Alex won't fuck with Abigail Lefay."

"Mark I..."

"Look Meg that's a story for another time and it doesn't change anything." He looked sadly at me and said. "I'm sorry Megan but I couldn't stop them from getting there. I fell short."

"But..."

"I brought it all on myself Megan; I went looking for a fight with McCallister and got more than I bargained for. If I let the case go nothing would have happened but I had to try to have it all. Take what I wanted. I lost more than I won." Mark looked away but before he did I swear his eyes were misting up. "A lot more."

At that point what was so wrong with all of this finally dawned on me.

"But Mark, mom and dad couldn't have seen these!" I shook my head. "I mean Christ Mark; don't you think they would have said something to me? Hell, my father would have disowned me!" I put my hands out to him.

"What the hell Mark? Is this some kind of weird game you're playing? Shit I can't see mom ever not loving me but I'm pretty sure I'd have heard about this!"

"Denise never saw them." Mark said calmly. "She wasn't there when they came."

"But my..."

"Doug got them Megan."

"But Mark!" I knew I was repeating myself but couldn't help it. "Dad never said anything! He would have said I was lying all these years and..." I stopped as I saw Mark slowly shaking his head.

"Don't you remember last year sis? You told me that for a few weeks after you came back from your trip to Europe with Royce and the other artists that Doug was acting weird?"

"Well yeah, I couldn't get him to stay on the phone with me and I thought he was mad about something." I shrugged "I mentioned it to you and you said you didn't know. After a little while he was fine." I stubbornly shook my head. "He wouldn't have let this go Mark!"

"I told him it was my fault." Mark said.

"What?" I asked shocked. "How could that be? We're fucking! Why the hell would it matter who started it?"

Mark looked away from me and said softly.

"I told him I forced you."

"I..." I blinked thinking I could not have heard him right. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I told him that..."

"Mark look at these!" I tapped the folder. "Except for the one you're holding my wrists; I look like a pretty willing participant!" I opened the folder and slipped out the one of Mark fucking me doggy style. "Hell I'm looking pretty damn happy in this one!"

Mark rubbed his face with both of his hands, then leaning back in his chair looked up at me with his red rimmed eyes and asked;