Siblings with Benefits Samhain
 

Note from the Author: A couple of quick notes about this story;

1st off you are probably reading this a couple of days after Halloween. This was supposed to go up last week but a family emergency took me out of town. It was a lot of work and figured better late than never.

Next- as I said this is a stand alone story if you have never read a chapter of SWB you should still be able to enjoy this.

For the people following SWB- As I said it is stand alone, however for the continuity of SWB this takes place 5 years before Megan's current visit to RI and although it has nothing to do with the current series does provide a look at Megan's new life in Chicago after she finally wins the battle with drugs.

For those of you who are very into the romantic emotional bond of M/M this story is quite different as they share with others in this. Keep in mind that Megan has not been sober that long and spent years damaging her relationship with Mark, they do not have the same bond they do now in the present although it is getting there.

This story is much different from my other work. I have had many people complain to much story not enough sex. SWB is very story driven however this story is an all out sex fest so all you stroker's never let it be said I can't deliver.

One last note. SWB is pretty much novel length, and is tough going to write as everything has to fit. This stand alone is extremely long because it is completely self indulgent and was an absolute blast to write I hope you enjoy it. And lets face it at the end of the day, could I really have a story featuring two practicing Satanists and not do something for Halloween? Enjoy and as always Thanks for the support Lovecraft68. P.s. this did not mess with my SWB schedule Ch 20 should be up within a day of this.

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A wave of excitement went through me as the voice over the intercom announced that flight 386 from Providence had just landed and the passengers would be exiting soon. I stood up from where I had been sitting looking through an art magazine, and quickly started to make my way over to the gate to wait for my brother Mark, whom I hadn't seen since back in July. Knowing I had a couple of minute ,I ducked into the ladies room and gave myself a brief once over in the mirror.

It was Halloween, and I had fully dressed the part; going with the all out goth appearance I usually reserved for the clubs and my art exhibits. I had straightened my normally curly jet black hair, so that it now hung down to my waist, and besides my deep red lipstick the only make up I was wearing was heavy black eye shadow and eye liner which served to further accentuate my Ivory -or as I liked to think of it at this time of year- ghostly complexion. The dark eye makeup also called attention to one of if not my best feature; my all but transparent crystal blue eyes.

I stepped back from the mirror so I could get a good look at the rest of what would be greeting my brother as he got off the plane. Despite it being the end of October in Chicago the temperature was still in the low fifties so I didn't have to bundle myself up too much. I was wearing a black leather shirt that although long sleeved, the outsides had no material and were laced together with leather straps through metal hooks.

The front was the same; the left and right sides laced together with enough space that the inside portion of my tits were showing, the material just covering my pierced nipples. The shirt continued all the way down like that exposing my stomach and the silver chain that hung from my navel. The long black skirt I was wearing went all the way down to my ankles. However the slits on both sides ran almost all the way up to my hips showing off the knee high black boots and quite a bit of my creamy white thighs.

All in all I thought my brother would like what he was seeing especially since he hadn't seen me dress like this in awhile. I turned and practically skipped out of the bathroom. There were so many reasons to be excited tonight! Besides the fact that it had been months since I had seen Mark, this was the first time he had come down here since January, and so much had changed since then and all for the better! The last time Mark had been down here I had still been living with Betty, and had been working as a waitress while I tried to get myself going in the local art scene.

Two months after he left I ran into a guy named Royce at an NA meeting who was a former art dealer, and after a year of abstinence was just starting to get some of his clients back. We got to talking and he agreed to show some of my paintings, if when they sold he would get a percentage and the right to represent me. I had agreed and within a month he had three of my paintings hanging at the local Goth club "The Black Flame". By month's end I received a phone call from him that one had sold for $2,000.

From there things really started falling into place. As it turned out Abigail Lefay the owner of the Black Flame knew my brother from Tersaneler Escort not only the occult circuit but was a member of some type of exclusive S