Mark made a pasta dish for dinner, eating it with Claire on the couch while watching the football game on television. Mark felt slightly awkward with Claire still wearing his tee shirt and her panties. He had changed out of his waiter 'uniform' and was dressed in sweats. He was also feeling confused and uncertain thinking about Claire in a sexual context instead of just as Eddie's kid sister. He always had feelings for her but he wondered if he had altered the universe somehow by what they did to each other that morning.,.
"Don't freak out on me, Marky-Mark," Claire warned sternly, picking up on Mark's befuddled vibes as they sat on the couch eating. "We're intimate now. Deal with it."
"I just want things to work out for us," he said sincerely.
"I'm sure they will," she smiled brightly. "It's always exciting and scary at the same time starting something new. But this is a good thing for us, don't you think?"
"So don't get all paranoid on me," she laughed.
"It's just that this is a big step," he worried. "Once you cross a certain line, things are never the same again."
"Things were never the same again once I barged into your room this morning," Claire told him.
"I told you not to look at my meat," he joked.
"And I told you I couldn't not look," she giggled. "That's what finally broke the log jam and told me the time was now."
"This is absolutely unbelievable," Mark said. "Seriously, my heart hasn't gone out of defib all day."
Claire laughed. "I'm glad. "So," she added more seriously. "Stop doubting".
"I'll try," he vowed, although Mark was having a hard time figuring out why Claire would want him. He wasn't particularly handsome or interesting and his personality was average at best. How in the hell did she see him as a hero in the first place? Because he was a couple of years older at an important time in her development? Was that enough to make him eligible to sleep with her? Why would she leave home just to be with him?
"What did you think when you saw me naked?" Claire asked with interest, bringing him out of his thoughts.
"I thought it was a dream come true," he smiled. "I thought, 'we're not in Essex Junction anymore, Dorothy'. I saw how beautiful you are all grown up and I thought how lucky I am to have you here with me."
"I didn't come here just to Feel the Bern," Claire revealed.
"You didn't?" He asked with surprise.
"He was in Boston later in the day," she said. "Twenty thousand saw him there. That would have been funner."
"Sorry you missed it."
"I'm not," Claire grinned. "I wanted to see you just as much as I wanted to see Bernie."
"I'm not running."
"I'll still vote for you," she smiled. "Come on," she said, "Let's go to bed."
"It's only eight o'clock!"
"That will give us plenty of time," Claire smirked as she stood.
"Plenty of time?" Mark appeared to be nervous.
"You don't have to worry about anything, Marky-Mark," Claire assured him. "My parents aren't going to barge in at any moment. Eddie isn't going to shoot you if he finds out you fucked me. We're legal consenting adults. You're in college. I'm in my gap year. We can do what we want."
"I'm experiencing growing up guilt, I guess," Mark admitted.
Claire laughed. "You're remembering me as a little kid."
"And your father grilling hot dogs and hamburgers in your back yard," Mark added. "Us being kids. Everything being kiddish."
"We're not kiddish anymore," Claire reminded him, trying to yank him off of the couch.
"You're sure about this?"
"I've been waiting for this for half my life, you jack off," she groaned. "Now stop busting my balls and let's go to bed."
Mark finally left the couch and followed Claire into his bedroom. She had already peeled the tee shirt off over her head and she was shimming out of her panties as Mark closed the door.
"How come people close the door when there's nobody else in the house?" Claire asked, standing naked by the bed peering at him.
"It's not just about the sex is it?" Mark worried as he started to undress. "Being able to break all the rules because we're not kiddish anymore?"
"It's not all about the sex," she said "But - Jesus, Mark, I'm standing here naked! Why shouldn't it be about sex right now!?"
He shrugged, unable to argue that point. Mark was naked now and a happy Claire motioned him to the bed. Mark laid himself out on the mattress in a sitting position and Claire sat in his lap, wrapping her legs around his backt and her arms around his neck so that their faces were practically touching. Mark wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her tightly to him. They stayed like that for the longest moment, allowing their body heat to warm their hearts until Mark finally moved his mouth an inch or two allowing it to meet hers. Claire parted her lips and their tongues were soon dancing together. Mark allowed his hands to drop down to the top of her bottom and Claire felt him poking her from underneath, hard and stiff. They were both breathing hard as they continued the kissing and tonguing.
"Will you please make love to me?" Claire begged. "I can't wait any longer."
Mark nodded in agreement as he kissed her nose and chin.
"I've been wanting you for so long that I stopped dating other guys," Claire revealed.
"If we sleep together there's no going back," Mark warned.
"Back to where?" She wanted to know. "Back to what?"
Mark nodded with understanding and he kissed her again.
"Even heroes have weaknesses," Claire realized. "You don't have to be so honorable, Marky-Mark. So noble."
Mark ran his fingers through her hair. "You're my weakness," he said.
Claire kissed him while rubbing her breasts against his chest. Mark squeezed her buns as warmth pulsated through both their bodies and when Claire reached beneath her and found his member which she directed toward her entrance.
"Do you want to feel the Burnsie?" She smiled.
They both looked down and watched as he entered her and then Claire looked up and smiled at him before kissing him again.
"Now we are one," she said happily.
Mark kept the pace slow and Claire moaned into his mouth as they made love, connecting on a mental, emotional, spiritual and physical level and Mark forgot about the kid stuff and the neighborhood and any guilt he may have felt for fucking his friend Eddie's sister. The only thing that mattered was that they were together.
"I feel the Burnsie," he let her know.
" I am truly happy," Claire told him as she glanced down and watched his shaft move in and out of her womanhood.
"I'm happy you're here," Mark countered.
Claire placed her finger on his lip. "I love you, Marky-Mark," she told him. "I always have."
Mark kissed her and they both felt him begin to pulsate inside of her. She yelled at the sensation realizing she was right there with him. She pressed against him as her orgasm readied and before she knew it she was cumming around his shaft. Claire heard Mark moan and she felt him release himself inside of her, filling her with his substance.
"I love you, Claire," he confessed as they held each other in the last throws of their ecstasy.
They stayed connected for as long as they could but eventually Mark shriveled out of her. Claire fell off his thighs and onto her side on the bed and Mark rolled over so he was pressing his groin against her backside, his arms wrapped around her, toying with her breasts as they cuddled.
"I'll drive home tomorrow and get my stuff," Claire said.
"I feel the Burnsie," a happy Mark remarked as he kissed the back of her shoulders.
"I just won the election," Claire purred happily.