Anything for you

[Hush Silenstar]

((This is a closed thread for me and Widgit))

Isabelle and her brother were historically close. Their father died when Mark was 8 and Izzy was barely two - just before the daddy's girl phase all little girls have. Their mother had to work two jobs to make ends meet, and Izzy idolized Mark even more than most little sisters do their big brothers. Mark took his role as man of the house seriously, protecting Izzy from many of the stings of childhood.

He didn't date much in high school, he was a serious scholar-athelete and got an excellent scholarship to college, allowing him to attend one of the best schools in the nation.

He came back often, his sister flitting through high school in a whirl of good grades, social events, dance recitals, and athletic sucesses. After he graduated college he came home again, helping remodel the basement into an apartment for himself, but something had changed between them. He wouldn't tickle her anymore, would barely look at her, and never touched her. He worked, and then would go out, not coming home until Isabelle was in bed. He brought girls home, sometimes two at a time, fucking them until they screamed. Isabelle found she could watch through a hole in her closet floor, and often did. More often than not the girls were willowy, athletic blondes, not unlike Isabelle herself.

The old link was still there, when she had nightmares she would wake to him holding her, petting her hair until she could sleep again, but now it was wordless, and he didn't greet her the next morning. He was like a ghost.

Until the night she introduced him to her boyfriend, before her mother would let her go to prom with him. After dinner, after the lad had gone home, he cornered her, telling her that the boy wasn't good enough for her. It was the last straw for Isabelle.

"What does it matter to you? You're never here, you don't care about me anymore. I could be fucking the football team and you'd never even know. He's the first guy I've actually really liked, he's a good guy. Or are you just jealous, if you can't have me, brother dear, no one can? Don't think I haven't seen that every girl you bring home looks like me, do you ever mess up, call them my name instead?..."

Mark got more and more uncomfortable during her tirade and finally interupted her by punching the wall next to her head. She jumped and fear flashed in her eyes, for the first time, she saw her brother as a man. A large, strong, and absolutely gorgeous man. He slowly reached out and stroked her face. His voice cracked with pain "Izzy, you are my sister. I could never. I could never, ever hurt you like that."

"Mark, you're my brother, and what if I wanted you to?" She let her deep blue eyes meet his, daring him to do something about it.

 

[Widgit]

Mark

"Because..." he found himself at a loss for words. He had to admit..she was right..sometimes when he had a girl in his room he did picture her there, writhing under him, panting as her climax built....just thinking of that was causing him to stir in his jeans....

"Look I have to get going...I promissed a friend I'd meet them at the mall..."

He started to leave, but not before kissing her cheek as he went down ot his room to get his keys. He haerd her start to follow, then heard her turn and walk the other way with what sounded like a small whimper.

Going into his room he went over to his desk and grabbed his keys. He started to leave the room but stopped. There on his desk by his computer sat a picture of himself and his Sister when they were younger. They were at the lake, she dressed in a blue sun dress and a large hat, him wearing shorts, white tshirt and some dark shades.

He sighed as he looked at the picture.."She looks happy.." he said to himself. Then he left his room. He didn't leave the house though, instead he went to his Sisters room. The door was shut and he could hear her typing away on her keyboard, he could also hear her CD Player in the background playing at a low volume Linkin Park's "Numb".

He raised his hand and knocked on her door, he didn't wait for her to answer he just started talking "Hey Izz...I'm heading out..you uhh..do you want to come along?"

 

[Hush Silenstar]

"Look I have to get going...I promissed a friend I'd meet them at the mall..."

"Lame, brother mine. But fine, whatever makes you happy." And then he kissed her cheek and took her breath away. She let him wander off to his room with no more than a whimper of protest.

"Fine." She slammed the door to her room and turned on her music, checking her e-mail absently.

"Hey Izz...I'm heading out..you uhh..do you want to come along?"

"You want to have me?" She grinned at the innuendo, she was never going to let her brother live this one down. She grabbed her purse and a pair of sandals. and opened the door, still smiling wickedly.

 

[Widgit]

"Well..uhh..yeah." He looked at her and wondered what she was hiding behind that smile. "Come on, lets get going."

"Who are you supposed to meet?" She asked as they headed for his car, a shiney black Cobra, all tricked out for street racing. He had spent the better part of his off-time during college setting it up, paying for the parts by racing...nearly losing his car in several races, but now it was one monster of a machine.

"I'm supposed to meet Brett and Angie at the mall..catch a movie, then dinner...maybe a race..." They stepped out of the house and he locked up the door. He was dressed in a pair of stone washed jeans, white tshirt, and the denim jacket Isabelle had gotte him for his birthday two years ago.

"A race maybe huh...well that figures if your meeting up with Brett..." Izzy looked over at him as he went to open her door for her "Honestly Mark if you want to race why don't you go down to the track instead of flying around on the street? It's a lot safer."

Mark held the door open for her nad nodded "Yeah it may be safer...but thre's no thrill in safe. Besides..." he said with a grin "I thought maybe you might want to ride shotgun on this one....see what the fast lane is like when you ride it on a stream of NOS."

"Yeah okay..but if you get me killed...I'll come back and haunt you so bad you wont ever get laid again." Isabelle said as she got in. After she was in Mark shut the door and went to get in himself.

Opening the door he slid into the dirvers seat and shut the door. Putting the key in the ignition ne turned it and the engine cranked over and hummed silently. Pressing the gas peddle he gave it a good gun and it roared then he eased up and pulled out of the drive.

He looked over at her breifly after they had gotten on the raod and gave her a quick playful pat on the thigh. "Hope you're well rested..might be a long night depending on the crowd."

 

[Hush Silenstar]

Isabelle

She did have to admit, it was a very cool car. As much as she worried about her brother dying in a firey ball of accident in it, it was very pretty.

After sliding her tight jean covered ass into the passenger seat she watched him walk around the car and admitted to herself that it was hard for him to not show off his muscles, his deep chest. He moved with strength and grace that he had always had as an athelete and Isabelle had to turn her thoughts to other things before she started squirming in her seat. She had thrown on a pair of tight jeans, a black tank top that showed off her own figure, and her high heeled sandals. "No thrill in safe" she repeated softly as he got in and turned over the purring engine.

She tried not to startle when his hand rested on her thigh, "Hope you're well rested..might be a long night depending on the crowd."

"Oh, I think I can keep up with you. " She caught his fingers and tickled his palm until he had to shift gears.

"So, how fast do you want to go?"

 

[Widgit]

"How fast do I want to go?" He wasn't sure if there was a double meaning there or not. He shrugged and turned around a corner. Well if I end up racing...fast as hell...but right now nice and easy is good."

It didn't take them long to get the mall. As they walked up to the door he couldn't help but notice out of the corner of his eye the way her hips swayed ni a come hither fshion as she walked, and the way her shirt fit perfectly to her form...it was hard for him to believe that was his sister. She was deffinatley super model material. As they stepped through the door, Brett and Angie were there to greet them.

"What's up numb nuts!" Brett said as he slapped Mark across the shoulder in greeting. "Woah! You didn't tell me you were bringing a friend!"

"Brett..you know this is Isabelle."

Brett nodded. "So does your Sister know your on a date?"

"This IS my Sister." Mark said with a chuckle. Brett shrugged "Yeah yeah, I know..."

Angie looked between them, but more pointedly at Mark, her eyes romaing over his body as she looked at him from behind her shades. "So what movie you guys wanna see?"

"I dunno.." Mark replied "Oh...Izzy, this Angie, Angie Izzy."

Angie held a hand out to Isabelle in greeting and smiled "Hi, nice to meet you, so you're Mark's Sister, I've heard a lot about you!"

"Let's see..." Brett began as he opened a flyer with the movie listings.."I know..." He then pressed the flyer into Isabelle's hand "Let's let hre decide. Oh yeah, Mark, guess who's racing tonight!"

"Ummmm..Frank DeMetri?" Frank hadn't raced in a while, not since he crashed his Brother's car last year.... Brett shook his head "Noooo....Joey! And he's putting up the pink slip for his GTO!!! Wanna give it a shot???"

Mark grinned and looked over at his Sister "Hey Izz...how do you feel about getting a new car?"

Isabelle blinked a few times before she responded "I umm..I don't really know..I heard you talking on the phone a couple of days ago and form what I heard..this Joey...I don't know if I trust him or not..he sounded like fomr what you said....to be a .."dirty" racer?"

 

[Hush Silenstar]

She felt shy around his friends and suddenly very aware that she was only 18. She rolled her eyes at Brett's date comment but smiled warmly at Angie's greeting.

"Hi, nice to meet you, so you're Mark's Sister, I've heard a lot about you!"

"Hopefully some of it was even true," she grinned.

Brett then saddled her with choosing the movie for the group and she tried not to feel self conscious. She hated picking things for other people, her tastes were diverse enough she never knew if they would like what she did. She glanced at the listings and decided to go for the newest generic summer blow 'em up movie - explosions were always fun on a big screen.

"Noooo....Joey! And he's putting up the pink slip for his GTO!!! Wanna give it a shot???"

"Hey Izz...how do you feel about getting a new car?"

"I umm..I don't really know..I heard you talking on the phone a couple of days ago and form what I heard..this Joey...I don't know if I trust him or not..he sounded like fomr what you said....to be a .."dirty" racer?"

She thought about watching her brother race and had to admit it excited her, her mom had never let her go before, said it was too dangerous of a crowd, but mark had always come home on an incredable adrenaline high, and she wouldn't mind being there for that. And if, okay when Mark won...well a tricked out GTO would be a thing of beauty. Though the stories about that Joey guy were not nice.

"If you think you can, without getting dead, I'd love to cheer you on. I've never seen you race before, it'd be nice. Do we have enough time for the 7:30 of War of the Worlds first?"

 

[Widgit]

Mark looked over at Brett and they both nodded. Sure they had plenty of time...the races didn't start usually until 1:30 or 2 in the morning when the strets were empty..excetp for the occasional Cop or late night mototrist.

They all agreed on the movie and started heading ot the theater.

"You don't have to worry about me...though I doubt you'll see much of the race as it tends to go all over sometimes...we wont know the track layout until we-"

"Manners Road" Brett interjected.

Mark had to do a double tak on that one.."Manners Road?? Are you fucking SERIOUS??! Jesus who agreed to that fire trap...wait let me guess....Hank Bailey...he's crazy as it is Brett, they have 20 mph speed limits along that strecth for a reason you know."

Brett nodded "Yeah I know...but don't worry. You're one of the best dude."

After waiting in line for a little while Izzy and Abigaile talked some and soon they were siting in the theater viewing room the movie was showing in. Brett and Abi had sereted themselves in a dark corner of the room leaving Mark and Isabelle to themselves, telling them before they moved off that they would meet up in the theater lobby after the show.

"You know, these races can last a while depending on the race order...you sure you're up for it?" Mark asked his Sister after they had sat down. "Man I forgot our drinks and stuff...what would you like Sis?"

 

[Hush Silenstar]

Isabelle got worried as her brother expressed disbelief about the race route. If it frightened him...

"You know, these races can last a while depending on the race order...you sure you're up for it?"

She laughed at his concern. "Mark, I'm not ten years old anymore, I managed to become a teenager and graduate high school and everything, I can stay out past nine. Besides, you'll take care of me, right?"

"Man I forgot our drinks and stuff...what would you like Sis?"

"If you're getting stuff I'll take a coke, and maintain rights to steal some of whatever you get." She grabbed his hand as he turned to go and the lights dimmed for the previews. "Mark, if this race is really dangerous, and you don't want to do it, I understand. I don't want you to get hurt because you were trying to be macho in front of me or your friends or something. You're the strongest guy I know, and backing off a sheerly stupid move won't change that, it'll just keep you as the smartest, strongest, living guy I know. Okay?"

 

[Widgit]

"Yeah..okay..." he slowly pulled out of her grasp as he went to go get there snacks. He knew he had at least fifteen or twenty minutes since the previews were just starting.

Of course he didn't say if he would race or not.

He made it back with two large coke's and a large tub of pop corn and a giant sized bag of skittles. Sitting down he arranged the tub so it was between them on his knee and handed her her coke, since the cup was too big for the holder. The skittles he placed on the arm rest. He also made it back for the last preview and then the viewing room got darker as the movie started.

He sat there watching the movie in almost complete silence, he wasn't one to talk or whisper much during a movie...mainly out of respect for those around him. But he did lift his arm and place it around Isabelle's shoulders as he absent mindedly munched on pop corn and sipped from his drink.

He was enjoying the movie, the company of his Sister, and thinking of the race....he knew he shoudn't race..that was a dangerous course as it was, even more dangerous than racing around deserted city strets. What made it dangerous was the fact that it was out on a country road, mostly blind topped hills with sharp turns and curves, but if he was challenged...he knew he would. One thing he couldn't pass up was a challenge...even his Sister knew that. He already knew Brett was going to race, that was all he had been talking all week, and now Joey was on tonights race board....

But for now he would enjoy the movie, think about the race over dinner after they had left the Theater. They would probably go out to eat at a Resteraunt instead of a place at the mall.

 

[Hush Silenstar]

She startled slightly when his arm dropped around her shoulder but happily curled up against his chest, realizing that he wasn't paying attention to the movie at all, his thoughts far away. He ate popcorm mechanically and she started stealing kernesl from his fingers to see if he would notice - nope, he was gone. "Probably thinking about the race," she thought. He probably didn't even notice that his thumb was stroking up and down her side, brushing skin over her hip where her jeans didn't reach - but she did.

The movie was uneventuful - it had aliens and explosions and some parts where she was glad to bury her face into her brother's shoulder, shrieking at the grossness. As the credits rolled she asked him, "So, did you figure out if you're going to do it or not?"

 

[Widgit]

Mark

"Huh? Do what?" He stood and looked at the remanidng pop corn...not much left, just a few kernels rolling around at the bottom. "Ohhh...the race..." He said, remembering what he had been thinking about.

"Y...yeah..I'm gonna do it." He held his hand out ot her to help her up. As she placed her hand in his he pulled her out of the seat and they headed for the lobby to meet up with Brett and Angie. They were waiting for them and waved them over through the crowd.

"So guys, what'd ya think of the movie?" Brett asked as they neared. "I didn't get to seem much of it myself, was kind of occupied."

"Well..I thought it was good." Mark said, although he himself didn't see much of it either, as his mind had been wondering. "Soo..where we gonna eat at?"

"Dont know yet..." Brett loked at Isabelle again, then to Angie "You girls have any place in mind?"

Mark shrugged, Brett always left it up to the girls if they had any with them. "Well...how about The Olive Garden?"

Brett laughed.."I did say girls Mark, but you are a girly man aren't ya? Okay Olive Garden it is, race ya to it!"

And Brett and Angie were hurrying out the door to leave the mall, Mark shook his head and chucled, he was still holding Isabelle's hand and started pulling her along. "Don't worry, he was kidding, we're not gonna race through down town traffic..."

Having reached there cars they pulled off and headed to The Olive Garden for dinner, and after tat they would go out to the country side where Manner's Road lay in wait, to Mark it seemed like it lay in wait like a silent predator.

 

[Widgit]

During dinner they shared light conversation, Brett sitting beside Angie, Angie by Isabelle, and Isabelle by Mark. Mark nearly got full off the salad and breadsticks alone since they kept bringing them out. Then after dinner it was off to the race.

The drive out to the site lasted half an hour, it was out in the countryside. Most of the racers had been there since dusk, and from the looks of it..just about all the street racers from town were here. And not just the ones with cars, bike racers were there as well. They had all gathered around an old abandoned farm on top of a hill, the racres called this farm "Fast Lane 2" as there regular hangout was in town. Indeed most of the crowd looked rough but all in all they were pretty cool. Parking his car by the barn Mark looked over at Isabelle. "Don't worry..they aren't as bad as they look." Mark said reffering to the crowd. Brett parked his car near the farm house.

After they had gotten out he started showing his Sister around, he introduced to her "Flaming" Larry...he had gotten the name "Flaming" after he crossed the finish line with flames literally jetting off his tires, she met Samantha and Bobby, the two were lovers and a racing team, and in short, he showed her around..some races were already in progress..from what he heard, course conditions seemed to be fair. After introducing her to about fifty people he then showed her into the farmhouse. It may be abandoned but it was still all set up. The lights were runing off a generator they had set up in a shed out back and the water was still running as well, both hot and cold.

Walking her into the kitchen he gave her a smile. "See...Mom was worrying about nothing. And if you get tired we have some rooms upstairs to crash in...come on I'll show ya."

Taking her by th hand he made his way through the house and up the stairs. Other than the bathroom there were five other rooms they used for crash space. Passing by the doors with the red flags..which meant reserved he finally came to one that didn't have a flag yet.

Opening the door he took her in and looked around..there was a queen sized bed, a desk, small table with a couple of chairs, book shelf full of books and magazines. "Well I guess I'l reserve this one for you if you get tired." He said as he walked over to the desk and removed a red flag from its drawer. Then taking his wallet out he opeend it and removed his racing patch and taped it to the flag.

"There..once I put this on the door it will be reserved for you in my name"

Opening the door he pinned it to the wood and shut it as he stepped back into the room. She was looking around the room getting used to the setup when he moved in behind her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her from behind.

"Izz...I know I haven't been myself much lately..I know I've been distant...I'm sorry..I love you Lizz. And I want to make it-" His words were cut off by a knocking at the door, followed by a male voice.

"Hey Mark..I know you're in there..so open the door ya fuck, I got somehting to tell ya!" It was Joey. Releasing his hold on her Mark went and opened the door. Joey Fritzman...Former High School Punk, now Racing Punk..looked like a reject from the 1960's...badly dressed and slicked back hair.

"Yeah?" Mark asked, already knowing what he was gonna say.

Joey looked at him and grinned "I challenge YOU Marky Boy..youre piece of shit against my Monster Machine...the wager...pink slip on pink slip...." then looking behind him he leered at Isabelled and grinned "And to make things interesting...not only do I get your piece of shit but I get your Sister as well..."

Mark blinked...he had been expecting a pink slip wager but his Sister??? He looked back at Isabelle, she was giving him a concerned look, almost frightened. She hadn't even seen Joey until now, but she knew this was him.

"Joey I-" Joey glared at him "You what Mark...afraid to show you got the balls to take me on? Afraid to prove who's got the biggest dick??? Or are you trying to say that you really do have a piece of shit car when it comes to standing up against mine...."

Mark had been about to refuse the challenge but when Joey started laying on the cheese that got him going, his hand balled into a fist as he punched the door frame hard, a loud crack echoing throughout the room that caused both Isabelle and Joey to jump. "Now you see here Joey....I'll take you're fucking challenge and you'll eat every word youi just said....I'll see you at the starting line in five."

Joey nodded, turned..and left. Mark looked back at his Sis. "Don't worry...he wont lay a finger on you." Then he left the room.

Five minutes later, starting line.....

Both Joey and Mark sat in there cars, engines revving, they had reviewed the course layout and the countdown had started. Isabelle had been given the honor of dropping the starting flag. Mark and Joey exchanged glances. Then Mark looked to his Sister. His blue eyes met with hers and held them in a gaze, she could tell he was nervous. He continued looking at her, as she stood there he wasn't just seeing his Sister anymore, but a grown strong woman, and a woman whos honor he was defending now, and a woamn he had started to love more than just as a Sister, that was something that had started a couple of years ago.

As he said the words, she saw him mouth them since she couldn't hear above the engine roars.."I love you Sis..." Then she dropped the flag and both cars flew past her.

He was right, she wouldn't be able to see much of the race and soon both cars were just two pairs of tail lights flying over a hill. Joey was on the left, Mark on the right. As they went out of sight Brett came over to Isabelle "Don't worry, he'll be fine, he's a damn good driver, one of our best."

Off in the distance she could hear the screaching of tires every now and then. Then over a section of the course she could see off in the distance where iot crossed over a hil she could see what looked like Mark's car since the taill lights were on the right ramp right over the top and catch air, a jet of blue flying out from behind it from where he had hit the NOS injector. The car didn't even touch the road and the lights disappeared on the other side of the hill and she heard the loud screching of tires, like they sound when a car spins.

From the crowd she heard a sound of awe from what she had just seen and heard. Then five minutes later she could see them, both cars were still neck and neck, then she saw Joey's car dart over into her Brothers lane, it looked like he was trying to force him off the road. Mark slammed on brakes, a cloud of smoke and dust billowing out behind him, the smell of burning rubber wafting into the watching crowd that had cleared the finish line area. As Mark's car screeched to a halt, Joey's car flew out in front of him and jumped the ditch, Mark slammed the gas down, peeling out and flying towards the finish line, Joey pulled back onto the road, his front bumper clipping the back of Mark's car nearly throwing it out of control. Then..they zipped across the line, Brett dropped the flag and called out Mark's name so they could throw it up on the leader board so everyone could see who won.

Both racers got out of the car, they walke towards each other, from where she was Isabelle couldn't tell what they were saying, she sawan exchange of pink slips though and then Mark punched Joey right in the face, Joey fell to the dirt like a sack of apples.

 

[Hush Silenstar]

Isabelle

She watched him fun with his friends over dinner, enjoying seeing him in his element, and seeing the tension he was trying to hide, the strategy and thought going on behind his eyes. He gave into it when they left the resturant, driving into the rural area in silence, feeling out his car and thinking. She enjoyed the trip, trying not to worry, she knew he was good, but she knew he was nervous as well. She pet his fingers softly on the shifter, but when he didn't respond she curled up and watched the scenery until they arrived.

Teh farm had been abandoned, but didn't look as bad as one would think - though the crowd that had gathered looked distinctly rough in spots. Some of thegirls were drerssed like hookers, and some of the guys were more than happy to take advantage of that fact. Isabelle watched with raised eyebrows as two guys held a topless woman between them. At least she seemed to be enjoying herself.

Mark must have caught her vibe. "Don't worry..they aren't as bad as they look." And they were in - the faces and names, they all seemed to know and admire her brother, and were nice enough, but she knew she'd never remember that many names. The house was quieter at least, civilization as opposed to the party outside. "See...Mom was worrying about nothing. And if you get tired we have some rooms upstairs to crash in...come on I'll show ya."

He led her up the stairs and she noticed the little flags on the doors. His sure hands tugged her into a room without a flag. The room was ...normal. Not the Hilton, but not trashed. It was very servicable crash space. Privacy at least, and calm.

"Well I guess I'l reserve this one for you if you get tired."

The flags were a reservation system, which became clear as he hung his own marked flag on the door. The simple move made her feel very ared for. Then she wondered how often he brought a girl to these events, how many times he'd done this. And then he wrapped his arms around her, leaning on her back. She curled her shoulders, trying to hide her erect nipples. It was cold or something outside, she rationalized.

His voice was low, soft, warm in her ear as he held her. She tried to not feel guilty about enjoying the closeness.

"Izz...I know I haven't been myself much lately..I know I've been distant...I'm sorry..I love you Lizz. And I want to make it-" The pounding statled her, and she whirled to face the door. The guy screaming through the door looked as rough as he sounded and Isabelles eyes went wide with fear. That was the guy her brother was going to race against? She stepped back and to the side, trying to escape notice, but the man's eyes lighted on her, appraised her and went back to her brother, all with a coldness that made her want to take a long hot shower.

"I challenge YOU Marky Boy..youre piece of shit against my Monster Machine...the wager...pink slip on pink slip....And to make things interesting...not only do I get your piece of shit but I get your Sister as well..."

She whispered, as loud as she could scream, "Mark!" please, don't let him touch me. He was her brother, he couldn't bet her, could he? He was refusing until that Joey guy called him afraid. She knew he hated that, and with a sinking feeling she knew the race would be on. She still jumped when his fist slammed into the doorframe. But she was glad to see Joey did too.

"Now you see here Joey....I'll take you're fucking challenge and you'll eat every word youi just said....I'll see you at the starting line in five." She sat down slowly on the bed, not quite believing what was happening.

"Don't worry...he wont lay a finger on you."

"I'm glad you're certain. I hope you're certain enough." She wanted to ask what would happen if she ran, if he lost and she wasn't there. She followed him out of the room, feeling like a ghost as she watched him check his car over, his friends helping. Angie stroked her back and she smiled, feeling wooden behind the grin. He had to win and he couldn't get hurt. And there was nothing she could do.

They gave her the flag and pointed to where she should stand. She looked at Joey , drawing herself up to her full height and refusing to show him her fear. Her brother was here and wouldn't let anyone harm her. She turned to her brother and saw him as a stranger, he was so hot it took her breath away. The roars of the engines rumbled past hearing, shaking her ribcage as she saw him mouth he loved her. It was going to be a hell of a race. She dropped the flag and they were two pairs of red lights in the darkness when she turned around.

It couldn't have been more than a few minutes before they were back in earshot - and it didn't sound good. She was gripping Bretts hand until he pried her fingers off, saying he had to judge the finish. She couldn't watch, but she forced herself to, every moment wanting to bite her lip bloody but willfully standing just still. Joey did drive dirty, and the finish was close, but Brett called it for Mark and Isabelle released a breath she hadn't realised she was holding, running toward the men emerging from the steaming vehicles. Brett stopped her, indicating they had business first and she remembered, she wasn't the only prize in this match. She saw the punch and was impressed, she'd never thought of her brother as a violent man. Finally she ran up to him and hugged him.

"I was so worried, you did so great! What the hell did he say?" She buried her face into his chest, willing her skin to be closer to his, enjoying the musk of his sweat. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around him and whispering into his ear. "You win a race, what do I have to do to get a new car?"

 

[Widgit]

Mark

"You win a race, what do I have to do to get a new car?"

He held onto her so she wouldn't fall, he had ot admit, he was enjoying this closeness very much. He never imagined she would do such a thing with him and he felt his heart pounding in his chest. He was aboutto respond when Brett shouted "MARK!!! KNIFE,LEFT!!" Mark stepped quickly to the right hand side as Joey stumbled past them, a knife being brought down quickly in his hand as he glared at them. Brett ran up and Mark passed Isabelle off to him as he turned to face Joey.

"Come on Mark...." Joey groweld, blood runing out of his nose, he had a crazed look in his eyes, in his right hand he held an empty flask which he tossed aside.

"Joey, man, I don't want to fight you. But you have to straighten up. That shit's gonna get you killed man." Mark said, pointing ot the flask.

"It helps me race, It helps me WIN!!!" Joey shouted. He had been drinking it in the car when the race started, he had downed a good portion of it after they had sped past the crowd.

"Joey come on!! Put the knife away...I don't want anyone here getting hurt."

By now a crowd was gathering around them. "You remember what happened to Bill don't ya? He drank that same crap you do now and look where he's at now..."

Joey nodded and tossed the knife back and forth between his hands, Brett put a had on Isabelle's shoulder as he nodded up to the loft of the barn. There in the darkness waited Angie and "Flaming" Larry, ready to jump down on Joey if they had to.

"Yeah..I know where he's at.." Joey spat "He's in a wheel chair...but hey man...he's alive...."

Mark sighed and tok a step forward, Joey took a step back. Mark took another step and held out his hand. "Come on Joey...give me the knife...just give it to me and everyone her will forget about this little spat." He looked around at the gathering crowd. "Wont you..." They all nodded there agreement. "See...No hard feelings, were all friends here...even you ya creep." He said creep with a chuckle.

Joey looked aorund, then to Mark....he was holding no weapon, just an open hand.

"Joey...come on man...look man if Gary..your Brother..were still with us, do you think he'd want you doing this?"

Joey looked to the ground, then to the knife, then back to Mark. Taking the remaing steps toward him, he raised the knife....Mark stood there, he wasn't going to move, he looked Joey square in the eye "Please..." was all Mark said.

Joey nodded...and folded the knife, placing it in Mark's hand then fell into his arms, tears falling down his face. Mark patted his back as he led him back to the farm house.

Brett looked over at Isabelle. "Hell of a man, your Brother."

Soon Mark came back out to find Isabelle. He found her in the Barn talking with Angie and Cletus Lee, there mechanic. "So now to answer your question as to what oyu have to do to get the car...." he took Isabelle by the hand and led her towards the farmhouse. "I don't know...have naything in mind...you could pay for it? Or you could just sign your name to the slip..or you could give me a kiss...I don't know, what do you want to do?"

 

[Hush Silenstar]

She giggled as she felt his heart rate rise, pressing her forehead into his shoulder and delighting in her current position. she didn't see Joey stand up and rush at her brother's back.

Brett's warning yell caused her to flinch to her right as well, getting brought up short as Mark tossed her away from Joey's attack. Brett grabbed her and pulle dher away from the fight, which she watched in concern. She couldn't eblieve no one was going to step in, stop them...Brett pointed out that a few of the others were prepared. They were waiting to see if Mark could talk him down first. And he did. She smiled as Mark took care of the drugged driver.

Soone enough, Mark came back for her, leading her back to the farmhouse.

"So now to answer your question as to what oyu have to do to get the car....I don't know...have naything in mind...you could pay for it? Or you could just sign your name to the slip..or you could give me a kiss...I don't know, what do you want to do?"

She watched him stutter while she toyed with his fingers and they made their way back to the room. "You're cute when you're uncertain. Is it this hard for other girls to flirt with you, or just me?" She let that sink in as she took off her jacket and he closed the door behind them.

She walked back to stand in front of him, gently serious now. "Look at me Mark. Is it okay that I dearly want to kiss you? If its not I'll apologise and go back to just being your little sister, and we won't have to talk about it again. But if it is, I'd at least like to see how it feels, okay?"

 

[Widgit]

Mark

Mark stood there, letting her words sink in. She dearly wanted to kiss him, or for him to kiss her. He turned around and slid his jacket off, hanging it on the door knob before he turned to face her again, the cool air of the room felt nice on his skin which was warm and slightly damp with sweat, smiling to her he reached out and touched her face gently. "Alright...I'll..let you see what it feels like..." he knew by her request that she had probably never really been kissed before, and if she wanted to share it with him, then all the better.

Stepping in he turned her face so that it was at an angle where there lips could meet as he was taller than she was by a foot and some odd inches. Leaning down slowly his lips slowly brushed across and over hers, not pressing just yet, and then they brushed across hers again before he did press his lips to hers. His kiss was soft, his lips warm and moving against hers, his hand wentfrom her cheek to the back of her head and his other arm went behind her back to pull her closer to him. He felt her respond physically with her lips moving against his, her arms encircling him, and then vocally as she meweled against his mouth. After a few seconds he broke the kiss and stepped back.

"How was it?" He asked quietly.

 

[Hush Silenstar]

He turned away and took his jacket off and she felt like the inevitable let down would kill her. She tried to not appreciate his muscled back, feeling horribly self conscious, staring at her sparkly painted toenails as she fidgited.

Then he was close again, his fingers heated against her jaw. She looked up and saw him smiling and she grinned back.

"Alright...I'll..let you see what it feels like..."

Hs fingrs slowly added more pressure on her jaw, tipping her face up to his, her lips up to meet his. He bent down to her and seemed to claim her lips, softly at first, then with more pressure. She tasted him and smiled into the kiss. She matched his lips moving against hers and he tugged her closer, pressing her body to his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, stroking the muscles of his back and sliding her fingers into his hair. She murmured happily before he let her go and moved away again.

"How was it?"

She blushed and responded by stepped close to him again, up on her tiptoes and pulled him back to her, into another kiss, stronger this time. She started her kiss where his left off, again mewling happily. She flickered her tongue between his lips playfully before pulling away.

"It was nice." She twined her fingers into his. "What now?"

 

[Widgit]

Mark

"Now?" Reaching behind him he took the slip out of his jacket pocket and handed it to her. "Now...you're gonna sign this...I'm gonna take a shower."

He tusseled her hair with his hand as he went over to the bed and sat down, taking his shoes and socks off. Then he stood and dropped his pants stepping out of them as he went over to the dresser to grab a towel from the top drawer. He knew this room like his room at home. Outside thye could hear another race getting ready to start, the revving of engines, the crowd talking excitedly, and then the tires squeeling loudly as they took off.

Mark turned back to her, the towel over his shoulder. "I shouldn't be long. If you want some music there's some cd's in the middle desk drawer behind the candles."

He started to leave the room but stopped briefly to kiss her on the forehead before he opened the door and stepped outside. He found the bathroom to be unoccupied and stepped in, and as he did the lights flickered...generator was running out of juice. Shrugging he shut the door and finished undressing before stepping nto the shower and turning it on before pulling the curtain closed.

 

[Hush Silenstar]

She took the slip of paper and grinned and giggled at it, scraping through the desk to find a pen as he kissed her forehead and left the room with a towel.

She paged through the CDs but set them down when the lights flickered, decisding not to use any more electricity than truly needed. Recalling that generators were gas powered and that flicker probably warned of immenent blackness, she found matches and made sure they were near the candles. She sighed and picked his jeans off the floor, folded them and placed them over the chair, moving his shoes from the middle of the floor as well. Definetly her brother.

The lights sputtered again, dimmed and went out. She lit a candle and watched how the little flame made light dance on the walls. then she realized her brother was showering in the dark. She smiled, lit a second candle and walked down the hall. She knocked on the door. "Mark, Mark I brought you a candle, can I come in?"

 

[Widgit]

Mark

(( Sorry it took so long to post, for some reason your post didn't show up as a new post and I had to dig for it, for a little while there I thought you were stuck on a post ))

Just as Mark was washing his hair, zap...darkness...no lights...and now with a cloud cover no moon or star light coming in through the bathroom window either. Outside he could hear people complaining and joking around. And then he felt a stinging in his eyes as the shampoo began to run into them.

"Aaahhh...fuck.." he cursed to himself.

"Mark, Mark I brought you a candle, can I come in?" It was Isabelle, she was right outside the door, and she had...light.
"Yeah...yeah come in..." Mark grumbled as he tried to rinse the soap from his eyes, he needed a towel but he had put it on the sink which was across from the shower on the other side of the bathroom by the door.

He heard the door open and shut but he had his hands rubbing his eyes...geez what kind of shampoo was that that stung so bad..stumbling around in the shower knocking the curtain around made it seem as though he was being attacked by te hygeine monster...or vice versa...

"Are uhh..you okay? Isabelle asked as he finally realized his mistake...he hadn't grabbed the shampoo but a bottle of liquid tub cleaner that had no label, altough te bottle was the same shape and color of the shampoo bottle. Lucky for him no serious harm would come but a lot of stinging would...

"Yeah...." he shook his head.. "fuck,fuck,fuck...." he said under his breath. Reachig outof the shower he grabbed some kind of material...it felt too htin to be a towel and he patted around some..then he realized what it was as his hand patted over Isabelle's breast through her shirt.

"Uhhh..sorry..c..could you hand me the towel please?" He said before turning his face into the water to try and flush out some of the crap that had gotten into his eyes.

 

[Hush Silenstar]

She heard her brother cursing vehemently and grinned, entering after he painfully invited her in. He was flailing in the shower and groaning, the curtain flapping wildly. She set his candle down on the back of the toilet and continued to hold hers.

He had gotten cleaner in his eyes. His flailing had reached blindly out of the shower and groped her breast, her nipple hardening under his warm, wet palm, water soaking through her thin shirt.

"Uhhh..sorry..c..could you hand me the towel please?"

"Rinse the front part of your hair first, then try to keep your eyes open under the water, flush them out. Scrubbing at it with a towel will just keep the chemical on your eyes longer."

She grinned. "and then you might want to try using shampoo, instead of some random tile cleaner. Though you're probably pretty clean, now."

She grabbed the towel, setting the second candle on the sink, and dabbed at her wet shirt.

"You got me all wet."

 

[Widgit]

He couldn't help but laugh at her last statement. "Yeah..I bet I did. " He laughed aagin before turning his face back into the water to do what she had suggested him to do. It didn't take much longer and he had his eyes flushed, although they still stung a little.

THEN he grabbed the shampoo...making sure it was shampoo by looking at the label twice. Now he washed his hair to get the smell of the cleaner out, since it was already pretty clean now anyway. Finally, rinsing his hair he shut the water off and stood in the shower, letting himself air dry for a few seconds. He had forgoten she was still in th bathroom, but he knew there was a candle out there for him. So he opened the curtain and stepped out, wiping water from his eyes as he reached for his towel which was lying on the sink. Grabbing it he toweled off his face the shut his eyes with a yawn as he quickly toweled off his hair then wrapped the towel around his waist.

Opening his eyes he was half startled to see his Sister there looking at him, her eyes wide with a surprised look on her face. "Woah!" he said as he half jumped, then started to chuckle. "Ohhhh yeahhhh...I guess I forgot you were in here." He was still chuickling as he turned to the window to open it some to let some of the humidity out of the bathroom.

"So...would you like us to go home or hang out here some more? I don't know when Mike is gonna have the generator up and running again, hell it may be down for the rest of the night if there's no juice for it which means the only light is by candles."

 

[Hush Silenstar]

She played with the melted wax from the candle, nearly burning her fingers when her brother hopped out of the shower in the altogether. He grabbed for his towel and she shook her singed fingers in the air before sucking on them lightly and giggling nervously.

"So...would you like us to go home or hang out here some more? I don't know when Mike is gonna have the generator up and running again, hell it may be down for the rest of the night if there's no juice for it which means the only light is by candles."

"We told mom we were going to be out all night, I'd rather take advantage of the freedom while I can. Unless you want to go home. But I think candles are pretty, and if we get bored, you can show me the finer points of my new car." She grinned maddly and ran her fingers through the little flame again.

"Besides, despite what you may think, or the joy of the girls outside, you aren't really dressed to leave at the moment."

 

[Widgit]

"Besides, despite what you may think, or the joy of the girls outside, you aren't really dressed to leave at the moment."

"Huh? Oh....yeah you're probably right..." He gave her an odd look as he watched her playing with the flame. The finer points of her new car...hmmm...with the lack of light he really couldn't show her anything, that would have to wait until morning.

"You know..." he said as he tussled her hair playfuly... "We could go back to the room, I could bring some snacks up...after I put something on of course..and we could tel each other stories by candle light. You know, like we did when we were kids and Mom though she had put us to bed. You remeber don't ya, how one of us would sneak into the others room and we'd tell each other stories while trying not to let Mom hear us. What do you think?"