Mark's Room (aka Ruth 2)

Before he went off to college, my oldest brother, Mark's bedroom was the "in-law" apartment that the previous owners built over the detached garage. The university was only a 90 minute drive away, so he often came home for a day or so over the weekend. The bedroom, with its bathroom and kitchenette, was left unchanged.

Of course, that meant his bedroom was guaranteed to be unoccupied Monday through Friday. It was an excellent place for my slightly older brother Matt and I to slip off during the week and enjoy a little bit of privacy. Our own little "honeymoon suite" where we could make love on a narrow but cozy bed or a two-seat sofa, or under a warm spray in a very nice shower.

Our father, Jack, had been married before to Jill, with whom he had run a fancy restaurant downtown. Jill kept the business when she and our father divorced, and our half-siblings worked there as they went to a CIA-type of culinary-art school part time. That restaurant owned a black Nissan Cube, a pretty distinctive looking car.

Whatever issues Jack and Jill had that led to their split, neither told any of the five children. Dad was a constant presence in Darcy and Steve, our half-siblings' lives. Growing up we often did things together, like go to the park, a museum, or a ball game together. The two of them were a pair and the three of us a... Whatever you call a pair with three members... But that wasn't unusual in big families we saw around us. The five of us always got along.

What I noticed at first-- and it was me, Matt's a dude, and the guys I know aren't terribly observant-- was that things suddenly appeared in Mark's cupboard. A bottle of bourbon, seltzer water, fancy crackers, and nice glasses. At first I thought that perhaps Mark was entertaining his girlfriend who was still going to high school here.

But when some items changed during the week-- things like the bed sheets-- I knew that Matt and I were not the only ones who knew the apartment was unoccupied during the week. Now, I changed the bed sheets too-- so that neither Mark nor mom and dad would discover that someone, that someone being me and my brother-- was having sex on the bed.

But I was meticulous. I found three sets of matching sheets and rotated those sheets from the bed to the washer to a file box in the closet where I could put them on the bed after Matt and I used it. Someone was messing up my pattern, someone who wasn't concerned that white sheets were replaced by yellow or blue ones.

Matt and I mostly used Mark's room in the early afternoon, and occasionally when we knew mom and dad would be gone for a while. Times when we would not have the lights on and announce our presence. So, I started watching the room when my brother and I were not using it as our personal "make out pad," and a pattern emerged.

The other users of Mark's bedroom were there late at night, sometimes past midnight and into the next morning and they were driving the restaurant's car. It had to be, how many black Nissan Cubes were there in our town? So I figured that Darcy and Steve, who were always very close, and who really cared about each other...

Yeah, maybe Matt and I were not the only brother and sister in my immediate family who were involved in a sexual relationship. I started watching Darcy and Steve whenever I had the opportunity and all of the pieces seemed to fit.

To the best of my abilities to discern, from asking around, neither was dating. They worked together, on the same shift. They lived together, with their mom, in our subdivision. So they could have walked over... But when the Cube was parked in our driveway, it was always about an hour after the restaurant closed, and it always left two or three hours later.

In my mind's eye, I saw my half-siblings enjoying one another just as I enjoyed my brother Matt. Darcy on her knees in the shower, blowing her brother as he massaged her scalp. Or them on the bed, in a steamy soixante neuf, Steve licking his sister's delicate folds just as Matt does with mine. Or Darcy, naked and bent over the soft upholstered arm of the sofa... Her brother's pussy juice lubricated cock sliding in and out of her asshole.

Finishing that way so that they could minimize the risk of pregnancy while being oh so intimate and not buying condoms in a small town where people might wonder why you were buying them. Darcy being lovingly reamed by her brother Steve, just as my oh so sweet brother Matt does to me.