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 Chapter 8



   I sat in the student center thinking about Melisa's sex show.  She used
me, and I allowed it.  There was no longer a question my training had
begun. Melisa had personal reasons for giving my roommate a peep show.  yet
primary to her intentions was a desire to make me see something about
her... about Siblings.  There lay the reason I let her use me; Melisa did
few things without thinking of me first.

   Something else was becoming clear; Brothers used the First Sibling's
training as a smokescreen.  They wanted to know I would not be harmful to
Siblings but protecting the Brotherhood was their true focus.  The money,
information, and access to Siblings were a trap--they were waiting to see
if I would fall to temptation.  I only felt their eyes on me a few times a
day so I followed a set schedule to make it easy to find me.  There was no
reason to test the Brotherhood's tolerance for the unexpected.

   Siblings needed something more than resisting temptation.  The two
nights I slept alone had been a failure.  Melisa's orgasm while licking cum
from my skin evened the score, but it was mostly her doing.

   I only allowed it.

   The Brother test was easier than dealing with Melisa.  I could see the
Brotherhood's trap and understood the penalty; Melisa was only showing me
how the bait wriggled enticingly.  I went over every conversation with
Siblings looking for where they had given me the hook.

   I closed my eyes as Rachel approached.  The touch surprised me; her
fingers drifted from my right shoulder over the back of my neck to my left
shoulder, where they remained.  She had never touched me like that.

   "Is anybody sitting with you?" she asked.  She sat down when I shook my
head.



   Rachel was my height, straight blonde hair, blue eyes, thick in the
thighs, pretty upturned breasts, and a scent as appropriate as rose on
Doris Alex.

   "I haven't seen you in a while," she said.

   "Last week," I replied.

   "We didn't talk," she said with a smile.  Rachel and I did not talk; I
listened, Rachel talked.  Our freshman year, if she were feeling down, she
would come to my room for attention.  Melisa teased me about it; everyone
else thought I had a serious crush on Rachel.  I think only Rachel really
understood--she gathered my attention when she walked into a room.

   "I've been hearing some interesting rumors," she said studying me.

   "Really?"

   "A little birdie told me I might have lost my most avid admirer." She
smiled with something close to mischief in the up-turn of her lips.  It was
the first time she openly admitted she knew her affect.

   "Rachel, between you and me," I said looking into her summer morning
blue eyes.  "It's not going to happen!"

   Her smile felt like it was only mine.

   "So you're cheating on me," she said capturing her tongue between her
teeth and raising her eyebrows.

   "Does the accused get to hear the charges?" My tone widened her eyes. 
For two years, Melisa had been the only one who could draw such a light
response.

   "Well, there are some nasty ones about Melisa and you." I sat up. 
"There are others with Janet as your partner, but she's very public about
you.  Those rumors aren't as vile as the ones with Melisa.  I do have to
wonder if Melisa and Janet know about each other though."

   Rachel was a sister in the same sorority as Janet, Melisa, and Doris
Alex.

   "What do you mean nasty?" I asked.  Her teeth clicked on the fork at the
change in my voice.  I watched her look around the room and dismiss the
fear as a passing chill.

   "There's the good-nasty going around the sorority house," she said. 
"There's no question Melisa enjoy her nights with you and is restless if
she sleeps alone."

   "You know when she sleeps alone?"

   "We're a sorority, David.  The only surprise about the two of you is how
long it took."

   "And the other kind of nasty?"

   "Two kinds of really nasty rumors making the rounds; one focusing on
Melisa and the other on you," she said sitting back.

   I waited.

   "That frat is the source of both," she said with a cold smile.  She did
not have to identify the fraternity; my roommate's brothers had the wrong
reputation.

   "Cum-slut," she said shaking her head angrily.  "I can't imagine Melisa
saying it.  Even if she did, I don't like hearing those assholes call her
that."

   I stared into her eyes; she stared back.

   "They're calling you a dog.  It's not unfair, but Melisa and Janet
probably know exactly what's going on.  It might even add a little
something to the thing they have going," she shrugged dismissively. 
"Anyway, my sisters and I suspect calling you a dog is about insulting
Melisa and Janet, like they're your bitches!"

   She picked up her fork and continued eating.  She said what she wanted
to so she changed the subject to finals.  Much later, she put everything
she was going to throw away on her tray and grabbed her things.

   "I hear you and Doris have a big date tonight," she said getting up.

   I nodded.

   "For two years, you haven't...  now, those three." She raised an
eyebrow. "Make sure Doris has a good time, David."

   I watched her until she turned the corner and was out of sight.

   ----



   I told the computer lab supervisors it would be my last semester as an
employee.  With my blessings, they tried to get coverage for my remaining
shifts as it got their returning employees extra hours.  When I showed up
at the lab, another consultant wanted to stay for my shift.  With a couple
of hours before my poetry class, I walked to Greek Row and took a seat
across from my roommate's frat house.  Michael's fraternity owned the house
directly opposite so waiting for him was a plausible excuse if anyone
asked.

   My watcher was annoyed at the break in routine and stayed on me until I
walked to class.

   There was no point to a final in a poetry writing class, nor did we have
an end-of-semester project due.  Most of the students wrote like the last
couple of weeks did not matter and even the opportunities Professor Ryan
represented did not stir their apathy.  Melisa made the class worthwhile
though; her poetry had taken an erotic turn.  I was not the only one who
needed to adjust when she read for class.  Only the blue-haired lesbian
wanted to comment on Melisa's work, and Professor Ryan, hiding his lower
body behind the desk, let her wax poetic.

   Melisa rushed out of class without speaking to me.  I went back to my
post across from my roommate's frat house.  I was not surprised when
Professor Ryan sat down beside me a few minutes later.

   "What's so interesting about the house, David?" he asked without
preamble.

   "Melisa decided to have fun this morning."

   "And rumors are abounding already," he finished for me.

   "They certainly are," I said watching the president of the fraternity
walk into the house.  He was the one I wanted to place.  My roommate spoke
eloquently of him.  He could turn the tide of his brotherhood if things
became confrontational; I simply had to convince him keeping a tight rein
on his brothers was better for everyone, especially him.

   "Have you considered that using a firmer hand on your First might be a
better solution than whatever you're planning?" he asked.  I looked at him
and at the frat house before giving his suggestion some thought.

   "I'm not planning anything; I'm planning for something," I said.  "I
also believe it would be best to reserve using a firmer hand on Melisa for
when she pushes this training thing too far."

   He looked away but not before I caught his smile.

   "Well, be careful Brother," he said, standing up and holding a hand out
to me.  I shook it and watched him walk away.

   Michael and some of his brothers came out of the frat house behind me.
They played a spirited game of street football, which made good camouflage
for my observation.

   ----

   Doris Alex wore a black cocktail dress.  She smiled as she walked down
the steps like she had the first time I entered the Brother house.  She
stopped at the bottom step and basked in my appreciation.  I took her hands
in mine; her lips were soft and pliant when I kissed her.  She opened her
mouth in invitation.  Her tongue welcomed me when I accepted.

   "Don't you have reservations?" Sheryl teased from the top of the stairs.
I wondered how Professor Ryan would take to the suggestion of using a
firmer hand on his Sibling.

   "Do you bathe with rose oil?" I asked Doris Alex in the car.



   "Rose petals," she replied.



   "You add rose petals to your bath water?" The thought was extremely
sexy, especially if she would allow me to watch.

   "Sometimes, but I meant that I put rose petals between my clothing in
drawers.  Pretty much anything which will touch my skin is stored with
roses."

   "That's a lot of effort," I said.

   "When I walk into a room, you take a deep breath."

   ----

   Doris Alex was animated around other Siblings and completely shameless
with a Brother.  The rest of the world got a mask of seamless privacy.  It
made the booth in a dark corner of the restaurant perfect for our date. 
The waiter got the message when I palmed him a bill after he took our drink
order.

   "If we're not disturbed, I'll leave another as your tip," I told him
when he came back with our drinks.  He nodded and did his best to be
invisible.

   Doris Alex was brilliant, and I had gotten into the habit of letting her
lead conversations.  With the ring, she expected a role reversal, which
took adjusting.  Most of the talk over our meal was start-stop light stuff
about school.

   Luckily, her opinion on who should lead did not extend to the physical.
Her movements were subtle but by the time our plates disappeared we were
sitting intimately close.  I held the hand she wore her Sibling ring on;
Doris Alex was the Sibling I noticed wearing it the most.  Janet never
seemed to, and Melisa only wore it when we had sex.

   "I know how Melisa and Janet became Siblings.  What about you?" I asked.
She slid closer to me.  Her green eyes shut us off from the rest of the
world.  My right hand dropped to her knee.

   "My mother and father are married Siblings, so you could say it runs in
the family." She opened her legs as my fingers drifted up the inside of her
thigh.

   Her answer surprised.

   "Married to each other?" I asked, playing my fingers along skin.  She
was not wearing stockings or pantyhose.  She nodded and leaned towards me.
Her eyes softened as she spread her legs even wider.  The heat coming from
her core rose the closer my fingers came.

   "I don't understand," I said.

   "Siblings have relationships with each other, David."

   "Doesn't that make things difficult when it comes to Brothers."

   "You're comparing two Siblings being together with two Brothers being
together," she said.

   I nodded.

   "I've never heard of Brothers in a relationship.  I don't think you can
be, too much of a struggle for dominance, control, or whatever it is you
must have in a relationship.  Being with a Sibling is nothing like that for
us," she said.  "I love Michael but not like a lover.  He understands me.
Sex with him is like falling asleep in front of a fireplace in the middle
of winter."

   "What's it like with a Brother?"

   "I don't love you, David," she said staring at me.  She grabbed my wrist
and pulled it towards her.  The smooth satin of her panties was wet.  She
let me go and put her hand on my shoulder.  "Siblings choose the white ring
for many different reasons.  Janet sees a Brother's ring, and it's like
closing the circuit on her sexuality."

   "I didn't ask about Janet, Doris Alex," I said, "I asked what it's like
for you."

   "I know, David," she replied, "but you need to understand how Siblings
are different, even from each other.  Janet's clothes make her itch when
you're in the room.  Sheryl loves Jeremy and everything he does to her,
everything he makes her do.  Everybody expects Michael to be perfect except
Brothers."

   "I don't love you, David," she said.  "I worship you."

   I started into her eyes.

   "Like I'm a ten-year old girl with the best big brother in the world. 
No matter how silly the game is he always plays with me.  He doesn't care
what other people think about me tagging along behind him.  He'd pound the
hell out of any stupid boy who bothered me.  He is so incredibly proud that
I'm smart.  A Brother has always been there with a hug when I was scared,
or lonely, or just wanted arms around me."

   I nodded.

   "Except, I can give myself to you completely." Her eyes burned brightly.
I pushed her panties aside to explore her lips.  She lifted her leg, put it
across mine, and moved closer.

   "What about Melisa?" I asked, curious about a Sibling's take on my First
Sibling.

   "You told Melisa you knew the two of you would be together eventually,"
she reminded me.  "To Melisa, you've been together all this time."

   Her voice hitched as I ran a finger softly up and down her clit.

   "Melisa was three years old when her father assaulted her," she said.

   "Assaulted?"

   "She says he hit her, but I talked to Ronald," she told me.  "Her father
was beating Melisa's mother when she got between them.  He backhanded
Melisa nearly across the room then walked over to where she lay and kicked
her.  Melisa's mother broke a vase on his head to make him stop.  He was
going to hurt Melisa badly, David.  Ronald spent the night holding her. 
Anytime, he tried to put her down Melisa panicked."

   I slipped a finger, up to the second knuckle, inside Doris Alex.  She
closed her eyes and squeezed.  I pulled the finger out to moisten her clit.
She grabbed my shirt and bit her lip.  I needed Doris Alex distracted for a
moment; Melisa's father had died in prison, putting him out of my reach.

   Doris Alex breathed deeply before continuing, "It did something to
Melisa.  I think she always blamed her mom a little bit.  Ronald was
Melisa's entire world, the only person she trusted, until she found your
dossier.  When she was a little girl, the Society was Ronald.  Now, it's
you."

   She chuckled and shook her head.

   "What?" I asked.

   "It's just...Melisa is the only Sibling who isn't indoctrinated."

   "Indoctrinated?" I asked freezing.

   "Relax, David," she whispered.  "It's a Sibling thing; Brothers have
nothing to do with it."

   I did not relax.  She reached down to grab my hand.  Straightening two
of my fingers, she fucked them into her body.  Her head fell back as her
pussy produced more lubrication to warm my fingers.

   "An agonizing difference between Brothers and Siblings is that you don't
need us, David.  Maybe a crested Sibling here and there is so honored, but
we're not a requirement of your existence."

   I pushed my fingers deeper into her.

   "Siblings were not a part of the Society until almost a thousand years
after its birth.  Only crested Siblings are given any responsibility; it
took a very long time for us to earn even that much.  Siblings, like me,
know Brothers can cut themselves off from us at any time."

   The Siblings intrusion into the Brotherhood must have been an
interesting time for Brothers.

   "The step before an absolute purge would be to disassociate completely
from Siblings.  We have worked very hard to prevent Brothers from needing
to go so far.  Siblings will not be at fault if the Society is exposed."

   She closed her eyes when I found the right spot on the roof of her
pussy. Wanting her to continue, I wandered away from it.

   "Indoctrination is one of our methods of ensuring the Society is
protected."

   "There are others?" I asked.

   "Simple things.  We don't use the same terms you do for the Society. 
We've even considered not calling you Brothers," she said with a smile. 
"Most of the time, Siblings are paired, like twins; the loyalty to each
other strengthens our loyalty to the Society.  A Sibling twin also
reinforces indoctrination.  No Sibling accepts responsibility without a
crest.  I don't even know how you get your money."

   "Melisa knows," I said.

   "She's different," Doris Alex replied.  "Even if she were not a special
case, no one doubts she'll wear your crest soon after the training is
over."

   "Why wasn't Melisa indoctrinated?" I asked.  The subject of Melisa's
cresting was not one that needed broaching yet.

   "Joanne and Melisa's mother argued indoctrination would only weaken her
loyalty.  The Council Siblings agreed."

   "I don't understand."

   "Ronald and you are the totality of Melisa's world.  She would defend
the Society with a zealotry few of us could match.  Other Brothers would
weaken Melisa's fanaticism."

   I was quiet for a minute, "How are Siblings indoctrinated?"

   "It's not mind control per se, David," she said with a reassuring smile.
"We're the ones who recruit a majority of Siblings.  Like I said, Brothers
don't need us so...  Recruiting a Sibling is about finding the right
person, introducing them to a Brother in the right way and another Brother
and another."

   "You take advantage of weakness."

   "You can think of it that way if you want."

   "How do you think about it?"

   "It's small steps from 'you give me what I want' to 'you give me what I
need' to 'you are what I need.' Except for you, Brothers are isolated when
they're acknowledged; Siblings are taken on a Brother tour.  Most of them
don't even know they're Siblings for months.  Loyalty to Brothers is built
step by step, eventually giving up Brothers is worse than going cold turkey
on any drug.  And walking away from their Sibling twin--never willingly."

   "None of the Siblings here have a twin," I said curiously.

   "Janet, Michael, and I will either recruit our twins or be introduced to
them while we're here.  Melisa doesn't need one." She shrugged.  "Siblings
are also stricter about the rules than Brothers."

   I suspected that statement was untrue.

   "We use other people to camouflage our involvement with Brothers. 
Relationships with other Siblings or with someone outside the Society for
instance"

   "Outside the Brotherhood?" I asked.

   "I can't imagine being with someone from outside, it's disgusting," she
said with a shiver.  I thought it inappropriate to comment on her prejudice
while my fingers were buried in a pussy reserved for the only those she
thought worthy.

   Her pussy squeezed and released my fingers.

   "My mom and dad couldn't stay married without being Siblings.  They love
each other but without a Brother to make decisions both feel obligated to
live by, they would have broken up in their first year of marriage." She
shook her head.  "Some Siblings marry outside the Society.  It doesn't
interfere with their Brother relationships; the other life doesn't have
anything do with them being Siblings."

   I nodded.

   "Why do you call me Doris Alex?" she asked.  She bore down on my fingers
with her pussy; she was close.  I leaned towards her and kissed her neck. I
pushed my fingers as deep inside her as I could.

   "I'm the only who uses the name for you," I whispered, brushing her ear
with my lips.

   She squeezed my fingers with her pussy and leaned her head against the
back of the booth.



   "I like it," she whispered.

   I smiled and pulled my fingers almost out of her.  I drove them hard
into her warmth.  Her eyes widened, and she pushed her pussy towards me.  I
leaned over and kissed her neck.  In the grip of orgasm, Doris Alex was a
divinely beautiful woman.

   Doris Alex's fingers stroked the back of my neck as I drove back to the
dorm.  She sat sideways and stared at me.  Neither her eyes nor her touch
was possessive; she was establishing her place inside my personal space.

   I liked that she waited for me to open the car door.  When she stepped
out, I pushed her against the car and kissed her.  The kiss deepened as my
hands crept down to her ass.  Her mouth opened, but I stopped before we
ended up horizontal in the parking lot.  I took her hand and guided her
into the dorm.  We got more than one surprised look from the people in the
lounge as we headed to my room.  I turned to close my door behind her and
found the cocktail dress was already on the floor.

   "You should close the door," I told her.  She smiled, turned around, and
closed it.  The view of her panties fading between her cheeks was too
tempting.  I pressed her against the door.  She was not wearing a bra,
which let me slide my hands up her bare back before reaching around to cup
her breasts.  She made the bed seem miles away by pushing her ass against
my groin.

   Doris Alex giggled when I disrobed without breaking contact.  I pushed
forward, flattening her against the door.  She stopped giggling when I tore
her panties off.  She spread feet as I grabbed her ass.



   My hard cock found her center without help.  Her body stopped my
penetration with a caress of resistance.  I pulled her asscheeks apart,
stroked back, and powered into her.  Her pussy surrounded me with warm
velvet moistness.

   I honestly believed I could maintain a superior state of control with
Doris Alex, at least long enough to draw a soul-deep submission from her.
It started well enough: the door rattled as I fucked in and out of her,
passionate noises escaping her with each thrust.

   Everything changed with her orgasm.

   I was moving with a smooth rhythm, pushing her body upwards into orgasm,
feeling completely in control knowing she was going to be truly mine within
seconds.  Her body relaxed, and she sobbed once.  Her pussy squeezed me in
waves as she pressed her forehead against the door.  I pulled back and
fucked her hard.  Her pussy opened and locked around me as an orgasm rushed
through her.  Being inside Doris Alex as her body flowered in pleasure was
too much; I shot into her.  Her pussy enveloped my cock with the pressure
of her orgasm drawing another release from me.

   She had no intention of moving so I lowered us to the floor and buried
my face in her hair.

   ----

   I felt Doris Alex get out of bed the next morning but did not open my
eyes until she came back from the bathroom.  I watched her fingers walk
down my stomach before looking at her.  She had wrapped a towel around her
and was holding my toothbrush.  I brushed my teeth and used the mouthwash
she provided.  After I placed the preferred cup of water on the drawer set
behind me, her hand drifted down to push the blanket from my groin.  She
smiled nervously before moving her head towards my dick.  I looked at my
roommate's bed; he had showed up in the middle of the night as usual.

   "What are you doing?" I asked Doris Alex.  She looked up at me.  The
confusion was evident since what she had been about to do was perfectly
obvious.

   "You don't have to do this," I told her.

   "Yes, I do," she hissed.  I grabbed her upper arms and pulled her up
until we were face to face.

   "You're a smart woman, Doris Alex," I said.  "How about we leave it at,
don't speak to me using that tone of voice again?"

   She stared into my eyes before nodding.



   "Why were you going to do that?" I asked gently.

   "You let Melisa do it!"

   "You're not Melisa." She tried to shake out of my grip.  I did not take
it seriously since she kept it a level of token resistance.  She stopped
after a few seconds and looked at me.

   "I hate them," she whispered with tears forming in her eyes.

   "The frat?"

   She nodded, "They talk about Melisa and me like we're shit.  I turned
them down for a couple of dates, and suddenly I'm a dyke!  A whore even if
I wouldn't fuck any of them no matter how rich they are."

   Her voice broke from the anger and hurt.

   "It's not me," she whispered, flushing from the release of emotions. 
"It's them."

   "I know." Doris Alex did not appreciate when a burst of laughter slipped
out.  "I have irrefutable proof that...umm--you're not a dyke."



   It had been the least of the fraternity's insults towards Melisa and
Doris Alex but by far the most satisfying to have proven untrue on my body.
She smiled shyly, quickly forgiving the inappropriate moment of humor.

   "If they were like Jeremy or you, I'd be at their beck and call," she
said.  "I wouldn't be able to help myself."

   I turned us so we lay side by side.  I propped my head up with a hand
and used the other to trace the line of cheekbone.

   "You're at my beck and call?" I asked.  Her eyes widened in a way, which
was rapidly becoming a familiar reaction from Siblings to my touch.  She
took a deep breath before replying but chose not to use words instead she
moved her lips close to mine.  Our lips touched in a pass of sensation.

   "Do you remember what you said last night?" I asked.

   "I said a lot of things, David."

   "You couldn't imagine being with someone from outside.  You said it was
disgusting," I reminded her.  Doris Alex's dark green eyes were taking on
the focus of Sibling attention on a Brother.  "How far does that go?"

   "I don't understand," she replied.

   "Do you want any of their brothers to see you naked?" Doris Alex looking
away was all the answer I needed.  "Why not?"

   "My body belongs to..." She brought her eyes back to me and steel
entered her voice.  "No, I don't."

   "If you were naked on top of me, you'd be thinking about my roommate
being able to see you, wouldn't you?"

   There was shame in her nod.

   "Do you think Melisa was thinking about him when she did it?"

   It took her a minute to respond.  "Melisa wouldn't notice a bomb going
off in the same room when she's with you."

   "I'm pretty selfish," I told her.  "None of these assholes make the list
of things I don't mind Doris Alex thinking about when we're naked in the
same...zip code."

   She closed her eyes tightly, but another pair of tears slipped out.  I
passed my fingers over her lips gently; she stared at me.

   "I still hate them, David.  I hate that they blame me for not wanting to
be with them."

   I nodded.

   "Sometimes I want to scream at them 'I fuck cock like a maniac!  None of
you are good enough!"

   "I think we can do something like that," I said with a smile.  I was not
trying to make the smile sexy, but Doris Alex turned on before my eyes.

   "How?" she asked dripping sensual mischief.  I covered her with the
blanket and grabbed her towel.  She moved with me to make sure it came off
without a struggle.

   "Open your legs for me, baby," I said loudly as I moved under the
blanket and over her body.

   Doris Alex made a sound deep inside her throat that I had never heard
before--anticipation given voice.  I was hard before the sound tapered off.
She bent her legs at the knees, making room for me by spreading them.  She
put her hands on my waist and guided me into her cradle.

   "Yeah!  This'll teach them," she whispered when the tip of my dick
bumped her clit.  She giggled when I looked at her.  She wrapped her arms
around my torso and pulled me closer.

   "Fuck them!" she said as the head of my dick pushed between her
pussylips.

   "I'm busy," I whispered, making her giggle again.  She looked up at me
with expectation, but I waited.  She moved restlessly beneath me; her mouth
opened as her movements freed my dick from her body.  She reached between
us and placed me back at her gates.

   Against the door, I had not taken the time to enjoy her pussy making
room for me.  I was thick enough to warrant slowness in most occasions, but
neither of us had been in the mood.  This time, I wanted to feel her body
surrender each exquisite inch.  It was almost disappointing when our pubic
hairs tangled.  She ran her hands down my back before circling her arms
around me.  She hitched her hips and sighed as she gave her body completely
to me.

   "Don't hold it in, Sibling," I whispered after kissing a path up her
neck to her ear.  "I want to hear you."

   She reached farther down and grabbed my ass, urging me to move.  I
pulled halfway out and thrust in.  She gasped loudly and spurred me with
her nails.  I pulled back and took her again.

   I stroked in and out with vigor for a couple of minutes, making the
sound of our bodies coming together an alarm clock for my roommate.  Just
as I felt my orgasm begin to build, Doris Alex bit me pushing it back.  I
pulled to the edge of her body and fucked her hard enough to make it sound
like I spanked her for causing me pain.  Her scream got trapped somewhere
between her lungs and mouth.  Only a loud, soulful groan of woman getting
it all and reaching for more escaped her.

   I rested at the bottom of the last stroke.  I kissed her just in time to
muffle the shout of pleasure as a second wave struck her.  She sucked on my
tongue, using it as a lifeline to prevent from being swept away.  Moments
later, she broke the kiss and panted in harsh breaths.  I pulled my hips
back, inducing a whimper of protest from her.  It was a feminine sound,
offering me anything I wanted if I would stay.  I pulled completely out her
and pushed the head of my dick back inside.  I took just enough to make it
barely a fuck, like in high school when a boy begs a girl to let him put
the head in and takes an extra inch or two.

   "No!" she pleaded.  She threw her hips at me, but I had felt the
gathering of intention and pulled out of her.

   "Please, David!" she begged before settling down and trying to pull me
towards her.  I pushed the head of my dick inside her again.

   She tried a different tactic to get what she wanted, caressing me with
the walls of her pussy as I pulled back.  It was a pleading as heartfelt as
the one she vocalized.  I reached down to kiss her; she deepened the kiss,
tempting me to fuck her with the authority of possession.

   I wrapped my arms them under her knees, pulled her legs up and pushed
them down.

   "Yes!" she whispered.  I stroked in and out of her with the head of my
dick.  She grabbed my biceps and squeezed, asking me to fuck her deep.  The
head of my dick felt too good to stop, somewhere between the caress of a
feather and the first touch of someone else's hand.  She breathed a moan
with each stroke inward, getting closer and closer.  Her moans grew in
volume as I sped my thrusting.

   "God, please fuck me!" she begged loudly, taking her hands from my body
and pulling her hair.  I sped up even more; she reacted by arching her
back.

   The orgasm surprised her.  She swallowed half of a moan and looked at me
with wide eyes.  She shook her head and grabbed her breasts.  She looked at
me again before squeezing her eyes tightly shut.  Her pussy tightened
around me and tried to expel me.

   I pushed down hard on her legs and gave Doris Alex the power of my lower
body again.  She screamed and reached up to dig her nails into my
shoulders. Her body opened for me as I fucked into her depths.  I put my
weight on my hips and hands, pinning her legs down.

   The stroke deep inside re-awakened my need.  I hammered in and out of
Doris Alex with no care to her pleasure; she came along for the ride
anyway. I pulled back one last time and fucked deep into her.

   "Oh!  God!  Yes!" she gasped, pulling me down and moving her hips.  The
heat of my cum set of another orgasm in her.

   I would have thought her too distracted to keep the blanket in position
to cover us the entire time.

   Finally, I tried to pull away but she held on tightly to me, "Stay!"

   I reached underneath and filled my hands with her ass.  I relaxed on top
of her like she wanted me to.  Melisa was tiny so I could not have rested
on top of her as long as I did with Doris Alex.  Eventually though, I slid
beside her and lay on my back.  She wrapped the blanket tightly around her
body, leaving only enough to cover my groin, before turning, and putting
her head on my shoulder.

   The knock a half-hour later did not surprise me.  Doris Alex giggled. 
Someone had unlocked the door, allowing Melisa to walk in freely.  She
leaned on the bed by my hip and raised an eyebrow at Doris Alex.

   "Couldn't do it?" she asked, looking at the blanket.

   "Hmm!" Doris Alex responded, pulling the blanket away from me.  Melisa
leaned forward with her tongue extended and licked the head of my dick.

   "Roses!" she said in a surprised voice.  My cock jumped when she leaned
down and took another taste of Doris Alex from my body.

   "How does she do it?" Melisa asked looking up at me.

   "I have it on good authority, it's rose petals in her drawers, but I
think bathing in rose oil is the most likely culprit considering where that
particular spicing came from." I wanted to get the question out of the way
so Melisa would go back to what she started.

   "Did you please my man, bitch?" Melisa asked Doris Alex loudly.  It was
not what I wanted to hear.

   "Last night, I let him take what he wanted," Doris Alex said, sitting up
on the bed.  Melisa hopped up on the bed and straddled my leg.  She was
wearing tight white shorts and a top not much bigger than a sports bra. 
"He fucked me against the door!"

   "Awesome!" Melisa exclaimed, clapping her hands happily.  She looked
like a teenager congratulating a best friend on braving her first tongue
kiss.

   "This morning...OH MY GOD!  It felt like his cock was going to come out
of my throat.  My pussy is still tingling." Doris Alex might have been shy
about non-members of the Brotherhood seeing her naked, but she was not as
censored with her mouth.

   They continued talking about things, but I was being distracted by
Melisa's hand.  She pushed the side of her shorts down, exposing the muscle
line on the inside of her hip.  She pushed the shorts down, let them go,
and pushed them down again.

   "Melisa," I interrupted when she did it to both sides of her shorts at
the same time.  Both girls turned to look at me.

   "Take your shorts off!" She smiled and got up on her knees.  She stared
into my eyes as she pushed the shorts down her thighs.  She sat down,
finished taking the shorts off, and threw them off the bed.

   "Anything else, Master?" she asked insouciantly.  Doris Alex grabbed my
dick and stroked me slowly.

   "Oooh!" Melisa said.  She took me into her mouth and sucked hard.  I
wanted to watch, but Doris Alex covered my view with her face.  She dove
tongue first into my mouth.  I pushed up with my hips in reaction. 
Melisa's mouth pulled away; the air of the room felt cool against my
moistened hard-on.  Doris Alex deepened the kiss as Melisa put her mouth
and tongue to work collecting all of the rose presence on my body.

   Doris Alex tried to overwhelm from above while Melisa hit below the
belt. She sucked my testicles clean and licked the inside of my thighs and
hips with long strokes of her tongue.  Melisa took my dick back in her
mouth.  Doris Alex induced me to fuck her mouth with my tongue to the same
rhythm Melisa used on me.  I could not have held out long under the
onslaught, but Melisa's trigger was quicker than mine.

   "GOD-FUCK!" she panted.  Doris Alex got out of the way quickly.  Melisa
ripped her top off and straddled my hips.  Doris Alex pointed my dick
straight up.  Melisa bent down, touching me to her core.  She tried to fuck
me into her but was too tight for a quick joining.

   I reached around and grabbed her asscheeks.  I spread them wide and held
my First Sibling in place.  I stroked up into her and pulled her down at
the same time.  It was a steady stroke, brooking no resistance from her
body.  Melisa strangled on a scream of discomfort and pleasure.  I pulled
her up and nearly off my cock.  I took her pussy with another solid stroke.
There was no discomfort in the swallowed yell, only the pleasure of getting
what she wanted.

   Doris Alex got up on her knees and put her hands on Melisa's waist.  She
leaned over and took one of Melisa's nipples in her mouth.  Melisa drove
her fingers into Doris Alex's hair and pulled her closer, while grinding
her hips against me.  Doris Alex switched nipples causing Melisa's hips to
move up and down on me as she reached for orgasm.

   I took my left hand from Melisa's ass and reached under the blanket
covering Doris Alex.  My fingers followed the line of her ass cheeks down
to her pussy.  She spread her knees, opening her body to my touch. 
Melisa's hand was already there, trying to return the favor Doris Alex was
doing her.

   A touch to Melisa's anus had driven her insane; I figured Doris Alex
would react the same way so I ceded her pussy to Melisa.  I moved the hand
still on my First Sibling between her asscheeks.  I put a finger on each of
the girl's anal flowers and pushed in.  I did not penetrate, only suggested
at it by pushing into the resistance.



   It had the desired effect.

   Melisa pulled on Doris Alex's hair hard and mashed her mouth on the
redhead's lips as she danced in her pleasure.  Melisa's pussy opened and
closed on me, demanding I surrender her due.  She opened and tried again
with a hard but gentle tug.  I thickened as lava flowed through me into
her. Doris Alex might have been left out, except Melisa and I had the same
reaction to our orgasms.  We drove the finger and fingers touching Doris
Alex's anus and pussy inside.  Doris Alex froze as we entered her, before
pushing down to drive our digits even deeper inside her body.  She leaned
her face against Melisa and joined us in orgasm.

   I did not have much energy to move, but Melisa and Doris Alex were not
done with afterplay.  Melisa slid towards Doris Alex.  The girls kissed
softly and whispered to each other around their joined lips.  The bed was
too small for the three of us without the distraction of sex.



   Under normal circumstances, I would have had problems with getting
pushed out of bed, but I learned a quick lesson in Siblings getting their
way in certain situations.  As soon as I slid out of bed, the girls got
more comfortable around each other.  I stood by the bed watching them, but
after a while, a long while, it seemed intrusive to watch the deepening of
their bond.

   I shrugged and turned around, only to meet my roommate's eyes.  There
was a great deal of anger and resentment in them.  I met the emotions
head-on; his was the challenge but the Siblings provoked him.  I gave him
the opportunity to understand what he would be getting into before I
snuffed it.

   He rolled over and faced the wall.

   I wrapped Doris Alex's towel around my waist and grabbed some underwear
from my drawer.  The long shower gave the girls time together and allowed
me to think about what happened.

   They wanted to send a message to my roommate's frat.  The brothers had
been the source of the gossip surrounding Melisa and Doris Alex; they had
also been the cruelest with their words.  The girls had made it clear, as
Doris Alex so eloquently stated, they fucked like maniacs and were not
above sharing if it was the right man.  From the look in my roommate's
eyes, none of his brothers would appreciate being found wanting.

   I had to wonder whether Siblings forgot/ignored repercussions or if they
left those type of inconveniences to Brothers.