"Put your shirt on Mark." I told him. "I left some marks."

"Good call." Mark said as he picked hi t-shirt up off the bureau and slid it on.

After taking a minute to slip his cast back on, and wrap it up, Mark picked up my night shirt and held it up for me. I obediently raised my arms over my head as he slid it over me. I let out a surprised squeal as while the shirt was over my head I felt my brothers tongue flick across my left nipple. Mark pulled the shirt down and after kissing me, gently pushed me back onto the pillows and...