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 Chapter 12

   The sorority did not throw wild parties, but an invitation to the Formal
was highly prized.  Michael's fraternity unofficially co-sponsored the
event since about half the brothers dated sisters.  The two most powerful
Greek organizations holding court had the invitees on their best behavior.

   The sorority gleaned the best from campus; the ROTC student commanders,
the class officers, and a young boy-genius who seemed shocked at the
attention he was getting from his date.  The two likeable Taus escorted two
frosh sisters; their presence spoke volumes of how different they were from
their brothers.

   The people and the noise blended together, leaving me alone with the
memories of the past few days.

   I woke Wednesday to the sound of Melisa and Doris Alex whispering.  I
normally woke-up horny, but it did not take away from the effect of seeing
Melisa kissing up Doris Alex's tummy and suckling her nipples.  They turned
to look at me when I put my hand on the small of Melisa's back.  She
straddled me, lined my dick with her body, and sat down slowly.  Doris Alex
straddled my stomach and kissed Melisa.  My First's hips moved frantically
as Doris Alex deepened the kiss.

   "Hello, sweetie," said a sexy voice.

   "I see an unoccupied dark corner.  How about I collect on that kiss you
promised me?"

   "Hrmhrm, excuse me!" Alyssa said breathlessly.  "I didn't promise you
anything.  You dared that kiss out of me.  Plus I see a certain blonde, so
what stopped you last time is likely to do it again."

   "It stopped you, Alyssa." I leaned forward and dropped a quick kiss on
her lips.  She stared at me for a full sixty second count.

   "Those girls are changing you," she said looking towards Doris Alex and
Melisa.

   I pushed the thought of my second three-way shower to the back of my
mind.  It had been nothing like Janet and Melisa's cleaning.  Four hands
had worked to excite me.  I fondled clits and stroked fingers down the
valley of ass cheeks, using pleasure to hold the girls at bay.

   "For the better?" I asked when the memory of that shower was far enough
back to be ignored.

   "Getting you in that bedside seat is getting awfully tempting, Rachel or
no Rachel," she confessed.  I leaned down for another kiss, but she turned
away at the last moment.  I gave her two for the trouble: one on the cheek
and the other on the corner of her mouth.

   "You're so dangerous!" she whispered.

   "I'll keep you safe."

   "The tingling in my nipples is my cue to run," she announced with a
laugh.  She turned around and swayed back to her escort, leaving me alone
with my thoughts again.

   Doris Alex liked to cook.  The girls were wearing white bathrobes; I was
in a pair of shorts.  When they asked about my military life, I pulled out
the amusing stories every soldier has about their training.  The girls were
playful when we met for lunch at the coffee shop.  We sat in a corner and
pulled out books.  We did not study much, spending most of the time kissing
instead.  There were a few gasps when Doris Alex and Melisa kissing turned
from teasing to intense.

   The lights were dim in my room--Melisa was between Doris Alex's legs. 
They kissed in a sharing of new sensation.  Melisa kissed a line down the
center of Doris Alex's body.  She might not have done it in the two years
she waited for me, but from the noise Doris Alex made, Melisa got back on
the bike of eating pussy without any problems.  Neither girl complained
when I grabbed Melisa's hips and guided her pussy within reach of Doris
Alex's lips.

   It was a good Wednesday night, but Thursday afternoon was better.

   They kissed around my hard dick; a pair of lips moved up the left side,
while another down the right.  Tongues mated along my skin.  Doris Alex
liked me deep in her mouth.  Melisa liked her hands heavily involved.  They
taught each other the pleasure of doing it differently.  Melisa took the
first shot of cum down her throat and growled in displeasure when I pulled
out.  Doris Alex licked my second shot from Melisa's neck.

   On Friday morning, they decided, however different I might be, I would
still enjoy the fulfillment of a common male fantasy.  The girls were lying
on their stomachs with their legs off the bed.  Their asses weaved from
side to side as they kissed.  Doris Alex squeezed me tightly as I fucked
into her, slow and deep.  I grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them so I
could watch my dick moving in and out.  The Siblings had started without me
so it did not take much for Doris Alex to come around my dick.  I pulled
out and moved behind Melisa; it took her even less time to peak.  My cock
felt heavy, almost detached from the rest of me, its own entity, when I
pulled out of my First.  I lifted Doris Alex's ass higher.  I moved
forward, slicing into her body.  She arched and pushed back.  Melisa
climbed on Doris Alex's back and leaned towards me.  She licked my stomach,
egging me to fuck Doris Alex as hard as I could.  Melisa's hands replaced
mine on Doris Alex's ass.  She knew when the moment arrived before I did.
She pushed at my hips separating Doris Alex and me.  I growled, wanting
back inside the warmth.  Melisa placed me between Doris Alex's buttcheeks
and held me down with her hand.  She wrapped her arm around my neck and
kissed me.  I was too close not to stroke against Doris Alex's skin.  I
shot cum on her back and ass.  Melisa stared into my eyes before backing
away.  She leaned down and licked my seed from Doris Alex's skin.  She
tongued and sucked me until I was hard again.  My second orgasm reversed
them.  I rode Melisa with Doris Alex mounted on her.  When I was about to
cum, Doris Alex took me down her throat and swallowed the explosion.

   I felt her heat, nothing like a naked Sibling but instantly
recognizable, ?Hello, Rachel.?

   "What do you think of when you're standing quietly in a corner or in the
back of a classroom?" she asked.

   "Most of the time I'm not thinking about anything." She smiled and shook
her head.  As much as Rachel understood her and me, she did not understand
me; sometimes she tried though.

   "Two dates?" she asked, turning to scan the room for Melisa and Doris
Alex.  It was easy to lose a short blonde in the crowd, but eyes followed
Doris Alex.

   She waved as Melisa popped out from a group of sisters to look over at
me.  Melisa waved back, smiled smugly at me, and ducked back into the
center of the group.  The sisters watched me during the exchange.  I was,
at least on the surface, dating two of theirs at the same time; there were
questions they wanted answered.

   "You and Melisa are couple," Rachel stated without looking at me.

   "I'm not sure you could call us a couple.?

   "What would you call your relationship then?"

   "We haven't talked about it.  It?s still new; we haven't had time to
define it yet," I told her.

   "It began the day she saw you, David.  She has always talked like you...
You're both acting as if you're a couple, except for Doris which I haven't
figured out," she said moving her gaze to the redhead.

   I waited until she turned to look at me, "Then I guess we?re a couple."

   "How do you like the Formal?" she asked to change the subject.

   "It's not my style," I said smiling as I adjusted the suit jacket I had
been unceremoniously shoved into by Doris Alex.  She had weakened my
resistance to cleaning up with a sexual romp.  Sheryl had moved out, which
made a fuck where the mood struck possible.  Doris Alex did not protest
when I stripped her for a slow, lazy fuck on the couch.

   "Other than the suit," she said, reaching over to pat away imaginary
lint from my shoulder.

   "It's not my style."

   She nodded as she scanned the room.  It was full of ambitious college
kids who could not wait to get going to wherever they would end up in life.
I had witnessed the end of life too many times.

   "How was your semester?" she asked.

   "One tough exam left on Monday.  Everything else went smoothly."

   "God, how do you do it?" she asked jokingly, tilting her head to the
side.

   "I've told you multiple times, Rachel.  Scheduling, Scheduling,
Scheduling."

   "Oh okay--and how many times have you taken Dr.  Lawren?"

   "Not enough!"

   She slapped my arm.

   "Two classes, two A's, and I should have her twice more before I
graduate.  Dr.  Lawren?s classroom is a wonderfully comfortable place for
me."

   "And the rest of us are in hell while you take the same classes over and
over with professors who think you're the only person in the room who takes
them seriously."

   "I just show them I appreciate what they have to teach."

   She nodded sarcastically.

   "Not to mention, Dr.  Susan Lawren is one of the best looking professors
on campus," I said smiling.

   "Uh huh!  So you get the added bonus of kissing up to a beautiful woman
at the same time you're kissing up to a professor."

   "I didn't hear you complaining about good looking professors last summer
when we were in Philosophy of Science Fiction together."

   Her face colored, bringing out the slight Asian tilt to her eyes.  I
smirked at winning the point.  The class was taught by one of the more
attractive male philosophy graduate students.  It had a three to one
female/male ratio, ridiculous considering the subject matter.

   "How did you do anyway?" I asked.

   "I got a B+," she replied brightly.

   "Really?"

   "Yeah!  I never thanked you, did I?" she leaned towards me, putting her
hand on my shoulder.

   "It's okay, Rachel.  You made me study."

   "I know, but you didn't have to watch the movies, or make sure I did the
reading, OR explain a messianic literary criticism of Terminator."

   I laughed softly.

   "Especially with such incredible patience," she laughed at herself.

   "It wasn't that bad."

   She laughed harder, "Solaris wasn't bad with you reading it to me, even
if I did fall asleep every time you did."

   "I'm sure you could have gone to the professor for help."

   "HELL NO!  He had his eyes on the pretty little brunette in the front
row."

   "She probably got the class a few points of curve all on her own," I
acceded.

   She laughed again.

   "How did you do this semester?" I asked a little later.

   "The change of majors hurt," she admitted.  We had talked about her
changing to an exercise science major after a year and half of work towards
a classics degree.

   "How did you parents take it?"

   "My mom thinks a college professor is barely a feminine enough job for
her little girl.  My dad was very happy to get me into what he considers a
real major."

   "Happy enough to foot an extra year?" I asked.  She nodded slowly.  "How
bad was it?"

   "Taking the basic science requirements after not seeing the stuff for a
year and half sucked.  Calc absolutely and completely sucked!  My GPA is
going to drop, but I passed everything."

   "And now?"

   She looked at me seriously and shrugged, "I can finish the basic reqs
next semester if I push it.  I can start classes for the major after that.
If I take a couple of 100 level classes as filler, they'll save my grades."

   "Is it better at least?"

   "David, it is a lot better than taking classes on ancient Greek or
Latin."

   "Hey, you two!" I turned to look at Melisa.  She walked up beside me and
laced her arm through mine.  She reached up to kiss me before smiling at
Rachel.

   "You didn't come here alone, did you, Rache?" Melisa asked.  Rachel
looked down at the floor for a second before she nodded.

   "Charlie?" Melisa asked and got a shrug in response.  "I'm sorry, baby."

   Melisa released my arm and took Rachel's.  I leaned back against the
pillar.

   "What happened?" Melisa asked.

   "He did it again," Rachel replied, almost like she did not care.  Melisa
nodded and squeezed Rachel's hand in silent support.  I stared at the space
between them.  Melisa stared at Rachel, tilting her head questioningly. 
Rachel gave her a small nod.

   "Charlie is...  was Rachel's boyfriend," Melisa said watching me.  I
knew exactly who Charlie was, even if Rachel never said the word boyfriend
around me.

   "He cheated on her a couple of months ago," Melisa continued.  I looked
down to see Rachel's knuckles whiten.  "There's been rumors that he was at
it again."

   Well aware of my place in Rachel?s life, I did not express an opinion.

   "My fault, according to David's rules, right?" Rachel asked.

   "Forgiveness is permission to do it again," Melisa recited like a
third-grader showing off her knowledge of the multiplication tables. 
Melisa had exquisite timing so the giggle that escaped her broke the
tension.  Her giggles infected Rachel.  Out of the corner of my eye, I
could see other people looking over at us.

   After gaining control of themselves, the girls talked about the Formal
and who attended with whom.

   I watched them: comparing, contrasting, and admiring.  Except for the
Asian cast to her eyes, Rachel had stereotypical California blonde looks.
Melisa was an East coast blonde with finer features and lighter skin. 
Rachel was 4 inches taller than Melisa and massed more, the pleasantly
thick athletic type.  In contrast, Melisa was doll-like, not painfully
thin, just tiny and slim.  Their hair was almost identical shades of
blonde, but Melisa's wavy curls gave hers a darker look.  Melisa's morning
green eyes were perfectly matched to Rachel's blue.

   They turned to look at me at the same time, "So what do you think,
David?"

   My eyes widened as Melisa broke my study of them.  They smiled at me. 
They had caught me concentrating on them before.  Melisa told me it was
flattering because I never tried anything.

   "Hmm?"

   Melisa took pity, "About Rachel moving in with us."

   I looked at Rachel and back at Melisa.  I figured Melisa would be moving
into the house, but I had not asked.

   "Uh," Rachel said uncomfortably when I did not reply.  "I'm sorry,
David. Melisa suggested it.  It's okay if you don't like the idea.  I
wanted to stay in the sorority house but with the renovations, I can't."

   "It's not that," I told her.  "I haven't even moved in yet.  Honestly, I
think Doris Alex and Michael would have more to say about it than I do."

   "It's a big house, David.  Nobody would mind another housemate," Melisa
said, turning to look at Rachel.  "I knew you were expecting to stay in the
chapter house because of your summer classes.  I mentioned the possibility
of you moving to Doris and Michael as soon as David's donation to the
sorority cleared."

   It had been explained since the Brotherhood chose not to isolate me,
Melisa was given discretionary funds to gain control of as much of my
environment as possible.  She called the Siblings, even Sheryl, together to
brainstorm how to go about doing it.

   I was not invited to the meeting.

   Melisa cut a check to the sorority for a complete renovation of their
chapter house.  The funds were large enough to finish the work over the
summer, but it made the house unlivable in the meantime.  How it made my
environment more stable was not clear until I heard the sorority president
grill Doris Alex on how much I inherited.  The sisters believed Doris Alex
and Melisa helped me arrive at the decision to rebuild their house. 
Whatever questions they might have, publicly every sister was one hundred
and ten percent reserving anything that might be misconstrued as judgement
about me dating two sisters at the same time.

   "Is it okay with you, Melisa?  I'm gonna be gone for a few weeks, but
I'll be back before the mid-summer session.  I'd love to know I have a
place to live before that," Rachel said.

   "It's fine," Melisa said, waving dismissively before turning to me.  "I
said okay.  Doris Alex and Michael said okay, so there's only you, David.
There's like 5 furnished singles and a double upstairs."

   "How's the rent?" Rachel asked quietly.  Melisa raised an eyebrow at me.

   "This is your thing, Melisa," I told her.

   "But it's your house."

   I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, "Not really."

   "Baby," she said tapping her ring finger against mine.

   "What does that have to do with it?"

   "Your grandfathers don't go through your siblings when things affect you
directly."

   "This rule didn't seem to exist when you decided to rebuild the sorority
house."

   Rachel stared at us with obvious curiosity.

   "Darling, do you remember the part where I asked you to sign the check?"
Melisa asked patiently.  I stared at her; she inched very close to me and
stared back.  "Doris Alex, Michael, and I have opinions, but it's your
house.  Letting Rachel move in is your decision."

   Melisa gave Rachel that smile women give each other to say they
understand more than guys ever could.

   "Should I know anything about the mortgage or other things, Melisa?" I
asked.

   "There is no mortgage, David.  Your accountant will mail you copies of
the bills and checks sent out in your name.  You decided to move into the
house so most of the stuff is maintenance," she replied with a smile.

   "My accountant?"

   "You didn't know about any of this David?" Rachel asked, looking between
Melisa and me.  Like the rest of her sisters, she was very curious about
the change in my circumstance.

   "I was an orphan," I said.  "Some of my family found me.  They're using
money to make up for lost time."

   It was a believable story.

   "The house is mine, and the decision is mine," I said.

   "You're very considerate, David.  I knew you'd want our opinions so I
asked everyone.  Nobody minds if you say yes to Rachel," Melisa said.

   "I get to decide rent, too?" I said ignoring Melisa's entendre. 
"Sheryl, Doris Alex, Michael have been living there for free, right?"

   Melisa nodded; Rachel looked confused.  I scanned the room before
studying the girls like I had before.

   "Why break the trend...  I don't plan to make Melisa pay rent," I said.
"Don't worry about rent, Rachel, and you can move in anytime you want."

   Rachel looked surprised.

   "If my family is going to be generous, why shouldn't I spread it
around?" I said with a shrug.

   "David, I couldn't."

   "Why not?  The house is paid for, and I can't live in every room so it's
just a waste of space."

   "Come on, Rache, we can double up.  It's a HUGE double," Melisa said,
excited by the idea.  Rachel continued to argue, but Melisa was in the
process of bowling her over.

   I turned to watch the crowd.  A Sibling pattern solidified; Melisa was
heading towards an ending to Rachel which made sense in her mind.

   "Let me think about it," Rachel said.

   "Come on, Rachel.  It's no big deal," Melisa cajoled, making Rachel look
uncomfortable.

   "How about we talk about it later, okay?" Melisa said taking her hand
again.

   "Dance?" Melisa asked me.  The music had gotten slower as the formal
winded down.  A few people filtered out the doors.

   "I'll see you later, Rachel," I said walking Melisa to the small dance
area.

   "Call me," Melisa said over her shoulder.

   "David."

   I turned back Rachel.  She nodded towards Melisa and I.

   "Does this mean I?ve lost my most faithful admirer?" she said smiling
widely at me.  I stared at her for a long time.

   "No."

   I turned and pulled Melisa along in my wake.  On the dance floor, I put
my arms around her waist as she reached up to circle my neck.

   "What exactly are you planning, Melisa?"

   "To take care of you, David."