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 Chapter 6

   "I don't understand," I said.

   "It's from the Buddhist version of the prodigal son parable," one of the
others replied.  "It does not apply as we are the ones in need of
redemption, but the quote is wholly accurate."

   "Enough prattle," the youngest said, "we will only confuse the boy.  It
isn't time yet."

   "But the time is coming," the oldest said.  Their smiles could have been
described as evil if they were not so impersonal.

   They did not pretend I could fail the interview.  They asked questions
but spent as much time arguing whether an answer was good or bad as they
did grilling me.  Somewhere during the interrogation, they got bored with
the questions and settled for chewing up one side of me and down the other.
Eventually, they gave up on that too, arguing amongst themselves was more
fun than trying to goad me.  They grabbed some beers and turned on the
sports channel for highlights of the baseball games from the day before. 
The tongue-lashing I received after admitting I did not follow sports was
more severe than what had come before.

   We ordered lunch, drank a little, and they offered tips on proper
Sibling care.  They ended with a conversation on sexual technique, which
would have made the occupants of a female restroom blush.  I thought maybe
Siblings had secret techniques to keep men virile, considering the advice
seemed to have been recently tested.

   At 5 pm, they stood in unison.  The oldest went into the bedroom and
came out holding a small velvet box.  The rest stood behind him as he
walked up to me.  He reached out and pulled my hand up to place the box on
the palm.

   "If I knew at the beginning what we would come to learn, had it meant my
life, you would have been brought home," he said and closed my hand around
the box.  The other men nodded agreement before following him out of the
suite.

   Melisa walked in through the open door.  I stared at the box.

   "No secret ceremony?" I asked.

   "Doris Alex knows Brothers better than I do so you should ask her, but I
don't think Brothers see, giving you a ring, as accepting you into their
ranks.  It's more like acknowledging that you're standing there."

   I opened the box.  Unlike Dr.  Ryan's ring, mine had no crest.  It also
had etchings on both sides, a fist holding a pair of manacles.  I asked
Melisa about the difference.

   "You have not fully accepted your status, David.  The difference lets
Siblings know you cannot be expected to take responsibility in every way
they may need you to."

   "Who decides when I'm ready?" I asked.

   "You do." Some things about the Brotherhood made sense like very little
in my life, other than Jason, ever had.  I put the ring on my left hand.

   I looked around the room, "There was a time I hoped my grandfather would
walk into the orphanage or a foster home to take me away."

   "Do you want to celebrate?" she asked after giving me some time with my
thoughts.  She was smiling gently when I turned to look at her.

   "Where to?" I asked.

   "Italian is your favorite."

   I smiled and walked beside her to the elevator.  We made the drive to
the restaurant in silence.  It was not the pensive quiet of the morning
ride to the hotel though.  I got the feeling Melisa was absorbing the
achievement of her ten year wish.  I tried to adjust to being in a
relationship with her that did not follow any rule set I had ever heard.  I
knew what Melisa wanted eventually, but years of socialization fought the
idea that her most immediate goal was to prepare me for other Siblings. 
She had not asked about Janet; I almost believed she did not care.  A part
of me thought she had to care.  I had made the reciprocal leap with Doris
Alex and Janet.  I wanted Doris Alex but was not bothered she had been and
probably would be again with Professor Ryan or other Brothers.

   At the restaurant, Melisa gave the hostess my name.  I looked at her,
but she shrugged.

   "You said you wouldn't fail me."

   The waiter was good enough to remain scarce after taking our orders. 
Melisa pulled an expensive black planner out of her purse and handed it to
me.  I raised an eyebrow looking down at it.  She smiled at me and waited.

   I opened the planner to find a set of credit cards with my name engraved
on them, a checkbook with a receipt of deposit in it, and a ring of keys.
The credit cards were the best in their particular family.  The figure on
the receipt of deposit made me do a double take and look up at Melisa.  One
set of keys were obviously house keys, the other set were for the car.  I
closed the planner and put it down on the table.

   "How?" I asked.

   She smiled smugly, "Being a Sibling or a Brother gives some very stable
and ambitious people the wherewithal to succeed on their terms.  I will be
successful, David, and a majority of my charitable contributions will serve
the Society."

   "Charitable contributions?" I asked.

   "A Brother's finances are handled directly.  To anyone investigating,
David Feather just inherited a significant amount of money from a relative
he never knew about.  For now, he has a majority of his money managed by a
very exclusive full-service investment firm.  There are several of those
companies worldwide, and they carry non-Society members on their client
rosters to muddy the waters."

   I nodded.

   "The Society supports certain organizations which are conducive to our
lifestyle.  Michael, Doris, Sheryl, Janet, and I are on full scholarships
from our Greek organizations.  It's the preferred method of funding a
Sibling's education, especially since we tend to prefer the insulated
social environment of Greek life," she hesitated to make sure I understood.
"Brothers also tend to be very generous to the Siblings around them."

   I raised an eyebrow.

   "Brothers love how Siblings express gratitude; I'm sure you will come to
appreciate it.  Our behavior makes people accept the obvious explanation, a
rich man being generous to the attractive young women in his life.  They
might think something of a rake, but the behavior is almost expected."

   I gave a quick shake to clear the thought of a very grateful Janet and
Doris Alex in the same bed.

   "The Society is very old, David.  We have time to plan to an almost
unheard scale.  There are private charity organizations that don't even
know they're completely funded by the Society and serve the Brothers'
interests."

   "Why do it though?"

   She laughed, "If you had a little sister and money, what would you do
for her?  Pay for college, make sure she has choices in life; maybe the
question should be 'what wouldn't you do for her?' How about for a lover? A
son?  A grandchild?"

   I nodded.

   "Successful people spend thousands on therapy, entertainment, and
vacations.  They'll give money away if there's a chance it will make them
happy." She snickered.  "Do you know how many women have sex and don't
experience an orgasm?  Doris can come from giving a Brother head.  Siblings
have a harder time finding a cute pair of shoes than a wonderful lover. 
The Society can have their tithe, David, I have certainly been given more
than I could ever give back in dollars and cents."

   "It's still a large sum of money," I said looking at the planner.

   She shrugged.

   "My mother was still young when she met my Dad.  The Society paid for
her to go to medical school, one of those private scholarships nobody has
ever heard off.  The beating heart of her life is my Dad; a lot of people
wouldn't understand.  They would say she's strong and successful; she
doesn't need anybody.  They haven't been there when she's lost someone on
the operating table and he's held her together.  My mother was glad I chose
this life.  She knew I would always have a host of Brothers and Sisters who
wouldn't fail me."

   She shrugged, "Every penny she gave the Society was an investment in her
family's future."

   I still shook my head slowly.

   "You are never going to understand our side, David.  You don't need a
home--maybe you carry home inside.  Most our classmates make the transition
to thinking of college as home very quickly, but I didn't do it until Dr.
Ryan said it was time to show you the rings.  No matter what happens in
their life, Siblings always have a place they can go and feel safe."

   "I could sit on this," I said, putting my hand on the planner.

   "Why didn't you ask for a crest immediately?"

   I stared at her.

   "No one will deny it to you."

   I sat quietly.

   "I won't deny you, David."

   I nodded.

   "The Brothers don't make mistakes like that, David.  You'll use the
money to get what you want, and you'll make sure another Brother or Sibling
has the same resources when they need it."

   I had to smile at Melisa's words.  I believed it was more like; Brothers
corrected those mistakes immediately.  Only one pair of eyes still watched
me, but their intensity had increased.

   The waiter arrived with our food.  We ate in silence as I absorbed the
change in my situation.  Behind the door of the Brotherhood were a dozen
open doors; I looked through each one carefully.  At the end of the
investigation, my life plan was unaltered.  The only change was that I
could afford to do it my way.  I left Siblings out of my thinking though. I
had a feeling they would sort themselves out.  Melisa filled the silence
with talk of her sorority.  She wanted me to attend the semi-formal with
her; the event was scheduled on the last weekend before finals.  I nodded
acceptance absentmindedly.  The ground solidified under my feet as
decisions about what to do and not do were being made as rapidly as the
questions presented themselves to me.

   "The house keys?" I asked.

   "It's to the Brother house," she replied.  "At least that's what we call
it, even if the only ones who live there are Doris, Sheryl, and Michael."

   "You mentioned Sheryl before."

   "Another Sibling."

   "Oh," I said.

   "If you decide to move in before the semester is over, be careful with
Sheryl."

   "Why?" I asked.

   "Doris Alex was born into the Society, Janet made her choice in her
early teens, and I made it even younger than her.  Sheryl was recently
recruited from our sorority; Doris believes the recruitment could have been
handled better.  Sheryl is struggling with morality and her urges," Melisa
said.  "It would have been easier if she could have immediately crested."

   I look at her curiously.

   "Cresting is a Sibling's decision, David.  A Brother can deny a Sibling,
but it's even more rare than an uncrested Sibling denying physical pleasure
to a Brother.  Sheryl made her decision to accept the white ring based on
what she feels for Dr.  Ryan, accepting their relationship on his terms,
and someday becoming his crested Sibling."

   "I thought you said the school did not have a Brother in residence, what
about Michael?" I asked, pushing my plate aside.

   "Michael is a Sibling."

   I sat back and stared at her.  Michael's relationship with the female
Siblings suddenly made more sense.  Michael was a brother in the school's
most popular fraternity; an Adonis college male, blonde hair, blue eyes,
boyish good looks, charming, and armed with sharp wit.  He had an active
social life but seemed to connect with the Doris Alex, Melisa, and Janet
like they did to each other.  I had thought he had a similar relationship
to them as I did.

   "Roderigo went home right away, but Robert and Samantha are conferring
with Dr.  Ryan.  With both of them staying for a couple days, Michael is
spending most of his time at the Ramada."

   We talked a little more about the other Siblings before I grew quiet to
think about moving into the house right away.  The changes required were
better put off until after finals.  Waiting would also avoid any problems
for Sheryl; her insecurities could affect how the other Siblings reacted to
me moving in.

   After dinner, Melisa drove to the house to show me where it was located.
I wanted to see the inside so I stepped out of the car and walked to the
door.  She followed a few steps behind me.  I opened the door and stepped
inside.  I was in a long hallway with steps to the second floor directly in
front of me, down the hallway I could see the kitchen, on the left about 30
feet from the kitchen was a set of sliding doors I figured for the living
room.

   I heard someone walking around the second floor so I waited.

   She was barefoot and wore peach pajama bottoms.  They were almost
see-through, giving me an excellent view of her well-formed thighs.  Her
flat stomach was bare; her workout regimen accented the lines of her
abdomen, highways for an exploring tongue.  Her skin looked soft enough to
kiss back when touched by my lips.  She was wearing a peach top, also
see-through, but the satin bra beneath hid her treasures.  The make-up was
light, highlighting her natural beauty.  Two strands of hair framed the
sides of her face while the rest was in a high ponytail.

   She stopped at the bottom of the steps and smiled, "Welcome home,
Brother."

   Doris Alex had presented herself to me.  There was no other way to
describe the care in her preparation and the walk down the steps.  I looked
at the most untouchable woman at our school and smiled.  She stepped up to
me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me a kiss to stop a weak
man's heart.  I wanted her lips doing more, but the knowledge every one of
them would come to me in time let me enjoy the kiss.  She smelled of roses,
which seemed appropriate.  She broke the kiss and stepped back holding my
hand.

   "We've been waiting for you," she said in a painfully sexy voice. 
Melisa took my other hand and drew my face around for a welcome kiss of her
own.

   Doris Alex let go of me reluctantly and slid one of the doors to the
left open.  She led me into the living room.  The colors used to decorate
the room were diffused brightness.  The furniture was chosen for comfort
without sparing expense, or at least no one had thought of the balance when
they chose any of it.  Most of the sitting area was offered by one of those
massive systems of couches, which I had never seen outside of a furniture
store.  Towards the front of the house was a set of glass and wood doors.

   I looked at Doris Alex, who smiled.  Melisa only offered a smile too.  I
let her hand go and walked to the doors.  I stopped and admired the
woodwork; something about it yelled handcrafted, but who would spend the
money on doors.  Curtains prevented me from seeing into the room.  I turned
the door handle and pushed both doors in.

   After looking around the room, I turned back to the women.  Doris Alex
was having a hard time containing her smugness; Melisa did not bother.

   By most standards, the bedroom was sizeable.  The dimensions made me
wonder; the house had not seemed large as I walked up to it.  Someone had
chosen the furniture with as much care as Doris Alex had taken in preparing
her presentation.  The bed was slightly larger than king-sized; the frame
had a natural dark oak finish.  A large drawer set and a tall wardrobe took
up space across from the foot of the bed.  Beside the window was a desk
with black flat-screen monitor on it; I would later discover the computer
in the cage bolted to the bottom of the desk.  The hardwood floor had the
shine of new to it.  Dried flowers and gargoyle faces decorated the Italian
stucco walls.

   I walked to the foot of the bed and absorbed the atmosphere for a few
minutes.  For everything, the room still seemed spartan like I preferred.

   I turned to see Melisa and Doris Alex leaning on either side of the
doorway.  I smiled at Doris Alex before walking to stand in front of
Melisa.

   At five foot one, she was the height I found most comfortable in a
woman, but except for the hair and striking green eyes, Melisa was not my
physical type, which made my attraction strange.  Other than her height,
she was too small.  I was short at five-six, but my build dwarfed her.  I
preferred solid females, like Doris Alex or Rachel.  Even Janet, while
shorter than Melisa, weighed more.

   I stared into Melisa's eyes.  Doris Alex moved through the living room
and slid the door closed.  Melisa gave me her smug little smile.

   She was planning my life out; normally, I would have reacted violently
to the presumption.  I looked deep into her green eyes.  I could see her
trust and some things I was not prepared to acknowledge.  I wondered if in
the end I would disappoint her expectations.  I had already brought death
to one person with expectations.

   At least, this was still the easy part.

   I reached up to stroke her face; in that touch was the acceptance of
things to come.  I reached down to take her ring hand.  I looked at the
ring; she would wear my crest on it.  I did not need her to tell me it was
her deepest wish.

   I turned around and led her to the bed.  I stopped a yard from it to
pull her in front of me.

   "One promise at a time, Sibling." The words came from within me, another
voice who knew what she wanted better than me.  She nodded, a thin sheen of
tears in her eyes.

   I walked forward, until the back of her legs touched the bed.  I pushed
her onto it and moved until I stood with her legs between mine.  I got on
the bed, with my knees on either side of her waist.  She reached up to run
her hands down my abdomen and scratched her nails down my slacks.

   Melisa was mine.

   I took her hands, and pulled her up to a sitting position.  Her face was
below my chest.  When she looked up, I smiled at her.  Two nights ago, I
had taken control of the seduction--it was time to exert it.

   I unbuttoned my shirt and removed it.  She reached up and used her nails
on my chest.  I reached down and pulled the t-shirt over my head.  She
worked her nails on my skin.  Expectation was slowly being taken over by
desire and need.  She leaned forward to score my stomach with her teeth.  I
unbelted my slacks, undid the button and zipper.  Her hands reached inside
the opening to widen it.  I had to lean back while I took off my shoes and
socks.  She seized the opportunity to use her nails on my chest and bite at
a spot above my navel.  I pushed my hips toward her in reaction.

   She leaned back on her hands, looked at me with darkened eyes.  I
straightened and pushed my briefs and slacks down my thighs.  Keeping eye
contact, I raised one knee and then the other, forcing my pants and briefs
to my calves.  I straightened up and stared at her.  She studied me as she
had on the morning of my interview with Professor Ryan.

   Melisa sat up and moved until her lips were inches from my abdomen.  My
dick made contact with the skin on her neck.  She pushed forward and tried
to reach around me to push my pants off.  I took over the responsibility,
pushing my slacks and briefs to the floor.

   She studied my body up close, stroking any part that caught her
momentary fascination.  Finally, she stroked down from my chest, staring up
at me, down my stomach, between my hips.  She wrapped her hand around the
base of my dick, bringing the other hand to my testicles.  My dick jerked
when she squeezed gently.  She let go and lay back on the bed.  She placed
her hands above her head, crossing them at the wrists.

   I looked down at her, wondering where to begin.  My body wanted to take
and take again.  The look in her eyes urged me to do it, but a mantra
whispered inside my head, "Control, David.  Control."

   It was not enough to take; every one of Melisa's desires needed to be
conquered.  My breathing slowed, and my body revved down from its sexual
peak.  Melisa looked up at me, disappointment in her eyes, but in their
depths...

   I unbuttoned her suit.

   "This must be getting uncomfortable," I told her.  She smiled and
stretched luxuriously.  I spread the unbuttoned top and pulled her blouse
out of the skirt.  When I had pulled the front out completely, she sat up.
I reached underneath the suit top at the shoulders, pushed it off her, and
tossed it over my shoulder.  The blouse had buttons, but I was no longer in
a mood to be careful with her clothing.  I reached down to the waist of her
blouse and pulled it up.  She extended her arms above her head so I could
take it off.  As soon as the blouse was no longer on her body, she lay back
down.  She was wearing powder blue bra; Siblings seemed philosophically
opposed to plain white underwear.

   I reached down to run a finger along her stomach wall, up to and along
the exposed parts of her breasts.  I used the same finger to run circles on
her neck.  Finally, I placed it gently on her lips, only to lean forward to
replace it with my lips.  It was the deepest kiss we had shared.

   It whispered everything I could read in her eyes.

   I pulled up on it.  I stared into Melisa's eyes, using my fingers to
trace the bone structure of her face.  I reached down again, open-mouthed
to taste her lips with my tongue.  She opened her mouth, allowing my tongue
inside her.  I stayed for a long time, kissing and tasting her desire for
me.

   I placed my left hand above her head for balance.  With my right, I
investigated the body being offered.  I ran fingertips along her left side
and across her stomach.  I stopped to circle her bellybutton before
finishing the run across her stomach.  I went lower to her skirt and ran a
lone finger from right to left and back again underneath the cloth.  I put
my hand down flat on her stomach and moved up until I was cupping the
bottom of her left breast with my thumb and index finger playing the part
of parentheses around her nipple.  I squeezed gently, pulling her breast
towards me at the same time.  I opened my hand, releasing her.  I ran my
palm across the point of her breast and rubbed the tip.

   I replaced my left hand with my right hand as my balancing point.  While
we continued to kiss, I ran my fingertips down her side and across her
stomach, circled her bellybutton with a lone fingertip, and finished the
run across to the left side of her body.  I went lower, again, to where her
skirt started and ran a lone finger from left to right and back again.  I
treated her right breast as I had her left.

   Running the hand up to her neck and over her face, I grabbed her wrist.
I grabbed her other wrist with my right hand and lay down on top of her. 
We deepened the kiss as a sense of urgency overcame us.  I broke the kiss
to taste her neck with small touches of my tongue.  I placed my teeth
carefully at the juncture of neck and shoulder.  I applied pressure,
increasing it slowly, until she arched bringing my dick into contact with
her stomach.  Feeling my warmth, she pushed up to get more contact with me.
I held her in place with my teeth, lowering my weight to force her back
down on the bed.

   I nibbled my way down to her shoulder.  I placed a knee on either side
of her and pulled away.  I stared down at her closed eyes; she was
breathing hard.  I ran my hands back and forth over her stomach slowly.  In
and out, I breathed, a steady rhythm until consummation and if she went
over the top too soon I would wait for her to rise again.

   She sat up when I put my hands at her sides and pulled.  I reached
behind her and undid the bra.  She raised her hands away from my hips,
where she had placed them to hold her balance, and held them above her
head. I slid the straps off her arms.  I used my hips to push forward
against her; she took the message and lay down.  I tossed the bra aside,
and went back to running my hands on her upper body.  I did not make
contact with them, but kept the motions heading towards them or in their
orbit.  Finally, I used a finger to circle as close to the extended portion
of her nipples without actually touching them.

   I lowered my head down to touch her right nipple with my tongue.  I
reached to the right and touched her left nipple with my tongue.  I sat up
and kept touching her skin with the nipples as the epicenter of my
attention.  She wriggled from side to side with the occasional pushing up
at the chest to get me to focus on her need.

   Melisa's nipples were tiny.  Her areola extended barely a half-inch from
the nub.  There were little things about Melisa, which were exactly how I
liked; I thought her nipples were perfect.  Other things were not what I
envisioned as beautiful when I closed my eyes, but were still incredibly
attractive on her.  Melisa was not what I had envisioned as perfect when I
dreamed of girls; she was more and approachably less.

   I moved down to take her right nipple in my mouth and applied a small
amount of suction while running my tongue across it.  I stopped and
performed the same action to her left nipple.  Her breath exploded out of
her lungs.  Her hands reached up to grab my hair.  She used the grip to
pull me up to her face.  She took control for just enough time to demand a
kiss.  Our tongues touched.  She pushed her body up to me by putting her
feet on the bed to push.

   "Enough, David!" she pleaded/demanded in a broken-voiced whisper before
sinking her teeth painfully into my shoulder.

   I agreed.

   I reached underneath her to undo the skirt.  She lifted her hips from
the bed as I stepped off.  I grabbed skirt and panties at her hips and
started to pull them off her legs.  At mid-thigh, I pulled her legs up in
front of me, and knelt on the bed.  I walked forward on my knees until my
dick made contact with the skin at the back of her thighs.  I let go of her
clothing to run my hands down the side of the exposed skin at her thighs,
down to her hips, to take a grip on her waist.  I pulled her body closer to
me.  I ran my hands back onto her hips, up her thighs, and kept moving
upward pushing the panties and skirt up to her knees, along her calves, and
off her feet.  The clothes fell next to her as I ran my hands back down on
the outside of her legs.  I kept the pressure of my hands pushing inwards
to keep her legs together.  I knelt up fully and let go of her legs.



   She dropped them on either side of me, until they got to my hips.  There
she pulled them inward and used the pressure to guide the slide down to
where she could wrap her legs around my thighs.  She was breathing faster;
my own filled and emptied my lungs with an almost painful heat.

   I stopped.

   Melisa opened her green eyes to look at my face.  She laughed at what
she saw; she used my thighs as anchors allowing her to sit up and take a
grip on my sides with her hands.  She pulled me down on top of her.

   "Every uncrested Sibling I know is on birth control, David," she said,
laughing as she moved her hands to a position she could pull me down for a
kiss.

   I took charge of the kiss as soon as our lips touched.  I wanted and was
tired of waiting.  I reached my right hand under her thigh and pulled her
leg up to my hip.  She followed suit with the other leg.  Her hand chased
down between our stomachs to take a grip on my dick and guide me to her.

   The head of my dick butted moisture.  Her body shivered, and she bumped
my forehead with hers.  Neither of us reacted; she was lost in the pleasure
of contact and I in the breath of waiting for it to happen again.  She
gained control and led my dick back to her.  It was a softer touch of
moisture as the tip of my dick opened her.  I pushed my hips forward,
penetrating into Melisa.  Moist velvet pressure encircled the head of my
dick.  I pulled my other head back and took a deep breath in search of some
of my earlier control.  Melisa did not want that anymore though.  She let
go of my dick to place both hands on my hips.  She used her legs in an
attempt to draw me deeper inside her.

   The deep breath had helped.  I held just inside her.  When she tried to
pull me down, I kept my hips away to keep the depth constant.  She dug her
nails into my skin in protest.

   She released the pressure of her legs and sank her hips back onto the
bed.  I followed her, keeping the head of my hard-on inside her.  When her
mid-torso was fully on the bed, I spread my left knee a little to the side,
widening my stance.  I reached my left hand over her head for balance and
pushed my right hand underneath her.

   I used the leverage to push deeper at a torturously slow pace.  It had
to be slow.  Melisa was tight, tiny compared to my thickness.  Her gasping
breaths as I made her body take me inch by inch were inciting me to pound
into her.  I waited for her body to adjust around me; it felt like her
pussy was trying to strangle cum out of me.

   I went as deep as I could at that angle before pulling my hand from her
lower back.  I reached down to kiss her.  She kissed me back with an
open-mouth, reaching her tongue out and into my mouth.  She wrapped her
arms around me and used the hold to hitch her hips up, seating me
completely inside her.

   Her final acceptance pushed aside my control; I pulled back and thrust
in hard.  Or I tried to pull back and thrust hard.  Her body had adjusted
but not enough for free movement.  She growled in frustration at the
blocking of my thrust.  I took her inch by inch again.  She made
deep-throated noises as I worked my way in and out of her slowly to give
her body time to ease our joining.  It took a long time, but finally I felt
it.  She was still tight around me, but her body stopped fighting me in an
attempt to reach something on the other side of our mating.

   I pulled back and thrust hard.  Two more powerful thrusts--Melisa arched
and put her hands onto the sides of my chest to dig and scratch at me.  I
pulled back and thrust again.  Her head tilted back; she screamed the
satisfaction of ten years waiting for the moment to arrive.  A flood of
wetness and increase in heat surrounded my dick.  She pulled me down fully
on top of her and bit me again.

   The pain snapped my control back in place.  I could still feel the
maddening pressure from my dick, but my mind cleared.  I thrust deep into
her again, forcing another spasm.  I dug my hips into her and circled them.

   I stopped and held.

   She came down from the high quickly.  I pulled almost completely out and
used controlled thrusts.  I could feel a minute increase in the pressure
from my dick.  I held at depth, letting the increase subside; when it did,
I pulled almost completely out again and used the same controlled thrusts.

   I kept it up until I felt her breathing rise again.  She moved her hips
in circular motion trying to bring forth my pleasure.  I smiled; the motion
increased the inward pressure produced by each thrust into her, the holding
at the depth was not reducing the pleasure enough.  I danced closer and
closer to the edge.

   Her breathing became more and more laborious; the motion of her hips
more pronounced.  The pressure at my dick increased; the thrusts into her
became less controlled as I reacted to my need by applying more power to
each stroke.  She stopped the circular motion and tried to match my
thrusting.  We were not synchronized, which made it worse.  She shortened
some of my thrusts by meeting me beyond the halfway point.  Other times,
she would lengthen the thrust by pulling away from me.

   I had enough!  I laid my weight on top of her.  I reached my hands
underneath to cup her ass.  I dug my fingers into her and used the hold to
keep her in place.  I thrust hard, in and out of Melisa.  I felt her hands
reaching down my back as she breathed in heated pants.  She drove her nails
into me.  I thrust faster and harder, feeling the edge coming closer.  I
held her ass harder as my pace increased even more.

   My stomach contracted when in one last thrust, something deep inside me
released.  My entire body felt like a ball of sensation.  I could not hold
it in; I had to give Melisa the part of me she needed desperately.

   I placed my face into her neck and put my teeth on her skin.  I ground
my hips into her as the orgasm exploded through me and into her.  She
gasped as her pussy tightened around me.  My thickening and mid-orgasm
motion took her over the top.  I kept grinding and thrusting at her depth.
She whispered something in my ear as she squeezed me tightly with her arms
and legs, but my mind refused to connect the sounds into words.

   All motion stopped as suddenly as the last drive over the edge had
begun. I lay on top her with my hands underneath her body, joined with my
First Sibling.  Finally, I sat up on my knees using my hands beneath her to
pull her up with me.  She gasped and held on tightly.  I did not want her
to carry my weight but did not want to break the contact.  I aligned myself
with the length of the bed and carefully brought my legs around so I was
sitting with Melisa straddled on my lap.  Somewhere in the time after
orgasm, I had slipped out of her.  I lay back, pulling her on top of me.

   She came down easily with one knee on either side of my hips.  She
looked at me for a moment before kissing me softly.  After some time, she
wriggled in discomfort.  It had been a hard ride, and her body needed to
relax.  She kissed me and sat up to make the straddle more comfortable. 
She ran her nails on my stomach in the same motions I had used on her.  Her
hair perfectly framed her face as she concentrated on keeping contact with
only her nails.  She looked down at me with that smug smile again; green
flashes of humor sparked in the depth of her eyes.

   Doris Alex clapped from the doorway.  Melisa smiled at her and crawled
off my body.  Lying down, she put her left leg over me.

   Doris Alex walked in and got on the bed.  I noticed she had taken off
the bra; her nipples were hard.  Her eyes moved to the part of me that was
showing curiosity at her arrival and smiled.  Melisa and Doris Alex looked
at each other for a long time until Melisa nodded.  Doris Alex leaned over
Melisa and put her lips on mine.  She kissed softer than Melisa, as if she
wanted more of it controlled by me.  I did not think it was time yet but
could not stop myself from taking possession of the kiss with my tongue. 
She made what was nearly a purring noise before opening her mouth for my
invasion.

   She broke the kiss and sat behind Melisa.  They looked at me
expectantly. Those looks were not a test; they were measuring.  They wanted
to know something, which could not have been in any of the reports without
exposing me to sex with Siblings.  I remembered the first night with Melisa
and reached between her legs.  I ran my finger through her pussylips;
renewed moisture coated them.  I colored Melisa's lips with the arousal at
having seen Doris Alex and I kiss.

   I stared at Doris Alex.  She smiled and kissed Melisa.  It was a long
kiss, as filled by desire as any kiss I had shared with them.  They broke
the kiss and looked at me--it had not been enough.  I reached between
Melisa's legs again and delved deep inside.  When I pulled out, Doris Alex
captured my wrist.  She placed my fingers between her teeth and moved
towards Melisa's waiting lips.

   They kissed around the combination of essences, working in unison to
lick and suck every molecule of sex from my fingers.  When they completed
their task, Doris Alex lay down behind Melisa.

   I studied them before speaking, "Have you two ever had sex with each
other?"

   As committed as they were to the kiss, the hint of newness had been
identifiable.  They shook their heads.

   "Never?" Their answer truly surprised me.

   "We've played with each other," Doris Alex whispered, staring at me with
her dark green eyes.

   "We've kissed and gotten each other off with our hands, but we've
never..." Melisa said.  Her eyes were wide with a climbing need.

   "Why not?

   They looked at each other and back at me.

   "Until now, there hasn't been a reason to," Melisa said.

   Over the years, I arrive at some pet theories on Siblings.  One of them
being 'At least once a month, a Sibling in constant contact with a Brother
has an overwhelming need to say something which will make the Brother walk
outside and check if the sky is still blue'.

   They talked between each other as I drifted along my thought stream. 
Somehow they were aware of the distance I was drifting and if I moved too
far away light touches brought the room back into focus.

   Doris Alex got off the bed and walked into the living room.  I turned on
my side, put my face in Melisa's hair, and took in her scent.  Our sweat
and sex spiced it.

   I filled my lungs with her before bringing my hand around Melisa's body
and putting it on her inner thigh.  I pulled her leg over mine, opening
her. I moved my hips to align myself correctly and touched her lower lips
with my dick.  She turned her face and put her hand on my hip.  I moved my
dick back and forth along her nether lips signaling what I wanted.

   "Not yet, David," she whispered.

   I pulled away, sat up, and leaned against the headboard.  I had not
expected her to deny my advance.  She slid backwards until she came in
contact with me.  Doris Alex came back into the room.  She climbed on the
bed and smiled at us.

   "Sorry, Michael had it in his room.  The new lines won't be in for
another week," she said handing Melisa a cordless phone.  Melisa stared at
it and took a deep breath as if letting something go.  She got up from the
bed and moved to sit at the chair by the desk.

   "It's okay, David," Doris Alex assured me.  She gave me a kiss to let my
body recognize the honesty of her words.  She lay down on her stomach and
leaned her head against me while watching Melisa.  I doubted Doris Alex
even noticed her hand had naturally fallen to my dick.

   "Hi, Daddy," Melisa whispered into the phone.  "Yes, he's right here."

   "I miss you so much," Melisa said.  "I miss Mommy and Joanne, too."

   Doris Alex's hand moved down to my ball sack.  She used a finger to
follow the line between my testicles downward.



   "Dr.  Ryan said he did great in the interviews," Melisa said.  "I think
the older Brothers really liked him."

   Doris Alex grabbed my dick and stroked me until I hardened.  She set it
down but kept me ready with her fingertips.

   "Yes, it was perfect, Daddy.  Being with him was everything...  I
dreamed of," her voice broke.

   "I love you, Daddy," she whispered.  Everything caught up to her
suddenly, and she cried softly into the phone.  I would have gone to her,
but the daughter needed her daddy to kiss the tears away.

   Fifteen minutes later, Melisa put the phone down on the desk and turned
towards the window.  With the shades down, there was nothing to see, but
she needed a few moments to herself.



   She wiped the tears away before turning around.  Doris Alex's hand had
my hard dick standing straight up.  Melisa smiled and walked to the bed. 
She crawled up my legs until she was positioned perfectly above me.  Her
body was not ready when she lowered, but she pressed her lips together and
pushed down harder.

   "Not like that, honey," Doris Alex said, getting up to kneel behind
Melisa.

   "I need it now!" Melisa said angrily.



   "David won't enjoy it as much like this," Doris Alex whispered into her
ear.  The words froze Melisa.  Doris Alex's hands came around, one heading
south and the other to Melisa's breasts.

   Doris Alex's made my First Sibling's eyes roll back and her mouth open
wide.  Doris Alex played Melisa's body like a maestro until it was ready
for me.



   Melisa lowered until she could rub her pussy lips on my dick.  She moved
her hips back and forth, pushing down until her clit rode the line of my
cock.  Doris Alex pulled Melisa's head back and kissed her neck.  Melisa's
hips moved desperately against me as a jolt pleasure drove through her.

   "Please!" she gasped as the orgasm washed through her.

   "Now, you need him!" Doris Alex said triumphantly and lifted Melisa off
me.  She reached down from behind Melisa and positioned my dick.
   Melisa sank to the hilt and screamed.