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*BURP* God, I'm horny. 

Anyway...











A Master's Ring 

Part 10

Letting go (c)


---------------The moment you hold you better accept that someday you
might have to let go.
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I undid the drawstring of her pants, and she answered. She reached
down and took of the t-shirt. 

I slowed down again, a lot of people would have rushed forward but
foreplay starts with the first eye contact and doesn't end until the
last goodbye. We were closer to where I wanted her but I could still
feel her hesitation, looking at her back I could  see the tension of
wanting and not knowing if you actually want to do this thing you
want. 

I knew if I moved slowly, I would be better able to handle a stop if
that became her decision. I started rubbing her bare skin again, now
able to watch my hands on her skin. I looked down to see that her
pants were riding lower, not quite riding on the chair yet but halfway
between the chair and her waist. I could see the beginning of the
cleft between her ass cheeks through light tan panties.   I looked
down to see that they were classic panties for the most part if maybe
not as wide. I looked back up and started working her back and neck
with my hands the next move had to obviously be mine and probably
everything after it would have to be my responsibility. I put thumbs
at the base of her spine and started doing pressure circles thinking
if anything more happens will I take the blame if it comes to that.
Sometimes, that's part of the deal when you cross the line to accept
the onus of blame.  It can be amusing if you look at society
objectively, but sometimes at times like this when she has a lover and
you're not him you have to think about it seriously. I start tracing
my fingers along in random places on her back. Everything she has done
says more, but she does have a man. I think about Melisa for a second
and almost laugh out loud. There were a lot about Melisa and I that
needed to be straightened out but my being with other women was not
one of them. Her plans with Sheila and Rachel showed that clearly.
That Mary was not a Sibling would be her biggest problem, but I was
not yet really a Brother as Sheila had proven for a month now. 

I ran a finger along the line of her panties, first at the top tracing
it along her back, her right hip along to the middle of her stomach,
my other hand met it there and traced a finger back around the other
side. 

Something conclusive soon. 

I worked at deepening my breathing, relaxing. I needed to relax more,
I wanted Mary. 

Badly.

But it didn't mean I could just take.

Not yet. 

I started playing with the upper part of her bra clasp. Telling her
with my hands more was coming. I almost laughed, I wondered if she was
sitting there thinking "God, he moves slow." I could feel her tense
everytime I touched it. Can you just ask someone at this point, "Do
you want to have sex?"

Why not?

I ran my fingers along the bra almost to the front I felt her tense up
as my fingers touched the side of her breasts, I stopped moving while
keeping my fingers in contact with her. She relaxed a little but was
still tense; expectant.  I put my palms on her body, not moving my
fingers, I was holding her by the rib cage at this point. I was still
kneeling behind her. I traveled my hands down her sides, to her hips I
keep going down, the bottom edge of my hand touched her pants, my
thumbs pushed the back part down to the chair, more of her body was
exposed, my fingers were inside her pants, as the pants dropped a
little more my fingers and her skin were exposed to air, I turned my
hands so that my nails are touching the chair and my fingerpads her. I
trace the chair and her body.

She pushed down and back forcing her ass back a little more, my
fingernails run out of chair but my fingerpads have more of her
asscheeks to touch. I enjoyed a few fantasies I'd had as I trace her
ass through the tan panties. I did this for a long time considering
what we were doing. I didn't care I had the time and this was almost
ecstasy, I could see the skin at her hips tighten, her feet came up
and down moving her legs restlessly as I continued just to touch her
through cloth. I moved my fingertips around so I can touch at her hips
where the pants will let me. I moved my fingers into her pants to
touch more. I backed my hands out and started playing with what I
could touch of her ass again. 

Finally, I stopped and moved to her back again, she had begun to
wriggle her ass on the chair. I knew I would have to go slow still but
there was no question she wanted it all. Only I could fuck this up
now. Her body at least had been convinced. I moved my hands up her
spine, and this time without hesitation undid the bra clasp.

Stop me now. 

She didn't, just a sharp intake of breath I could see. I helped the
bra in movement by laying my fingers where it had been on her skin and
running them outward, spreading the back of her bra as far as the
shoulderstraps allowed.

Slowly. 

I had more area to play with again. A lot of people might think it's
not a lot more, I mean how much skin can the back of a bra cover. It
doesn't matter. It hadn't given it the proper attention. I played with
her skin from the hairline at her neck, down to the skin covered by
panties. The occasional wriggling continued.   Kneeling down had
become slightly uncomfortable and knowing we were not close to done
yet, I sat back on my heels. I started concentrating on the small of
her back and ass again. Light touches, rubs, tracings, everywhere that
I could carefully study the touch of my hands on her body. 

I leaned forward and blew my breath on the small of her back. She
arched her back slightly, I stopped. Played with her skin. I started
wondering if I was overplaying it. I shrugged to myself. I leaned
forward and blew along her pants and her ass. She arched her back more
pronounced and this time the movement that pushed more of her ass off
the edge was definitive. 

She wanted now, not just her body wanted, she wanted. I smiled to
myself, now I could take but it wasn't enough.

It would no longer be enough anymore. 

It hit me so hard that I gasped. It would never be enough again. I
leaned forward and kissed the base of her spine, she arched as my lips
touched her skin. I pulled back and extended my tongue to touch her, I
ran it down to her panties, and then to left, tracing them, and then
to the right. 

It would never be enough again. 

This was giving and I wanted surrender. 

I contacted my teeth to the base of her spine and ran them up her
body, until I was on her neck, I nipped at the hairline. It was too
high for me on my knees. I put my hands on her hips, sat back on my
heels, I spread my knees as far as I could and with my hands I guided
her off the chair and between my legs. She came without struggle,
without second thought. Her calves and feet tucked into my legs, her
ass on her ankles still leaning forward a bit, her head on her hands
as she held on to the chair. 

Not surrender, "giving themselves to me". 

I surged forward with my hands and body. My hands followed her body in
front until I was cupping her breast, I gave them a touch of lift. I
brought my body into contact with her mostly naked back. I kissed the
hollow between neck and shoulder, I nipped it, and then extended my
tongue to wet it for more kisses. 

I wanted everything, everytime. 

I gave the other side of her neck the same treatment as I moved my
fingers on the underside of her breasts, applying pressure, tracing
lines, recupping. 

I didn't just want body. 

I let go of her breasts and moved my hands up, I carried the bra up,
her arms came up to allow me to remove it from her body. It came off
her hands and fell in front of her between her legs. 

I wanted heart and soul also.

Everything she was.

Everytime. 

I nipped at the back of her neck as my hands came back down to give
her breasts more attention. This time when I cupped them I ran my
thumpads across her nipples. Left to right. Right to left. 

I wanted everything she was. 

I bit the muscle between shoulder and neck, this time my thumbpads
were doing circles on her nipples. I could hear her harsh breathing,
she gasped as I squeezed her nipples outward and returned to just
stroking them. 

Even if for this moment only, I wanted everything she was,
surrendered.

I bit the other side now, running my hands down her stomach. I placed
my hands on the inside of her thighs, and pulled them apart slowly. I
ran my hands on the inside of her thighs, pushing my body forward
making her lean more, to her knees. I ran my hands on top of her
thighs to turn at her hips, and down the outside to her knees again.      

This giving of her body was not enough, I wanted a Melisa's giving.

A Sibling's giving.  

I knelt up bringing her head back on to my chest, my hands came to
touch the front of her neck. Her eyes were closed. I circled her
nipples again, before I brought my hands up to touch her face gently. 

I took this woman, because I had wanted her when I was someone else. 

I brought my hands back down to touch her breasts. Her hands came back
to touch my hips, to hold on to the most solid thing around her. 

I took her in the hope that she could give me everything, knowing she
would not. 

I sat back on my heels again, leaning back slightly keeping her in
contact with my body. Running my hands, on her torso, breasts, on her
arms, her face. I reached up and touched her palms massaging small
circles in them with my thumbs. 	

None of this except the first realization was conscious, all just felt
and absorbed. 

I knelt up again this time bringing her with me to her knees. I held
her body to me and felt her pants fall to her knees. I started kissing
her neck again.  I brought my hands down her side; but this time at
her hips, my hands came around behind her to play with all of her
buttocks. I touched, cupped, rubbed. I enjoyed the touch of my hands
on the parts of her ass her panties did not cover. I traced the cleft
between buttocks with a finger, then two, down and almost onto her. 

I said goodbye and it was not conscious. 

I brought my hands back to her breasts and started being more forceful
with my play at her neck and shoulders. 

Afterwards, I knew, understood ,accepted. But for then, I took my last
non. 

I brought my hands down along her stomach to her panties, she had come
up where her knees had been so they were spread enough for what I
wanted. I traced the upper line of her panties one last time, before I
turned so my fingernails touched her skin. I separated cloth from her
skin and inserted my fingers inside her panties. I kept going down
until I touched pubic hair. I kept nipping, kissing, licking her neck
while my other hand kept her in contact with my body. Her breathing
had gotten ragged, and uncontrolled. She was leaning her head back on
my shoulder. She would bring her head forward and shift it on to the
other shoulder whenever the sensations on one side would become too
much. I would hold her with her head leaning forward as I gave
attention to the back of her neck but eventually allow her to move. I
touched, wove circles, lines, through her pubic hair. I hit the pubic
bone, pressed in and did pressure circles just above where her clit
would be. She gasped at this and moved her hips restlessly. I brought
my other hand down and inside her panties. I placed them carefully
just above her pubic line and started massaging the skin just on the
inside of her hips.   She leaned forward a little bringing her ass in
contact with my groin and started to rub herself on me in response. My
hands went down further, now both working on her pubic hair. Further,
at the turn inward towards her pussy, I stopped there pulled my hands
outward giving me room to extend both of my middle fingers toward her.
I placed them on either side of her labia and let the panties pull my
hands toward her. I had my middle fingers on either side of her labia
and was doing my best not to touch her pussy but just rub the space
between thigh and labia. She moaned this time, not loudly but just
enough to declare approval and a desire for more. She straightened up
a little bit, allowing me better access. All of a sudden she started
to move her hips in an attempt to have my fingers touching her. I
pulled out to prevent this. She would be touched but not yet. I pulled
my hands up and to the sides of her hips, I took my hands out of her
panties only to put my thumbs inside the straps at the side and
bringing my hands down pushing them off of her hips, ass, and pussy
and down to her knees. I reached my hand up, placing my hand on the
middle of her back I pushed her upper body forward. I brought my hand
back down again. I ran a hand down the front of her right thigh while
placing teeth on her hip, at her knee I pushed my hand underneath with
panties, and pants. She lifted her knee to help remove them; once past
her knee, I kissed my way across her buttocks to the other side. I
could smell arousal now, and it spiked me higher. I ran my teeth on
that hip as I ran my hand down her thigh, as she lifted her knee,
again I pushed her panties and pants down to just below her knee. I
sat back without looking at her, I reached and pulled her clothing
from her body removing the sneakers she was wearing also. I touched
her ankles with fingertips giving myself time. I smiled at myself
realizing I had not taken off any clothing. I looked forward she was
bent over with her head on her hands supporting her upper body with
the chair. Thsy wonderfully shaped ass in front of me. She was exposed
to me and I sat enjoying the sight. I kept running my fingers along
her feet, ankles and calves. I reached over and started running my
nails along the skin of her asscheeks that had been covered by tan
panties. I kept this up with my right hand running almost to her pussy
but not quite, circling her, and back up the other cheek. I could see
wetness as her ass clenched and unclenched. I reached back and pushed
my shoe of one foot and pulled my sock off. I switched hands on her
body, continuing the light passes on her skin and cleared my other
foot of shoe and sock. I came up on my knees and walked until denim
touched the back of her thighs, her ass and as she clenched and
unclenched her pussy. I took off the t-shirt I was wearing. I reached
down and pulled her upper body into contact with naked skin. I let my
hands play along her breasts and stomach. Her hands came up to run
through my hair. She started to rub her ass more aggressively on my
groin. I brought one hand down to run through her pubic hair again. I
started rubbing about an inch from where clit should be. Her rubbing
quickly became even more aggressive. I felt her hands come around to
work on my belt trying to get my pants down. I ran a finger straight
along her pussy lips, her head snapped forward and back. I took my
hand out and started to work on my belt and jeans. I pushed them and
briefs down my hips. She had recovered from the brief contact and was
trying to make my job difficult by pushing back with her hips. My dick
escaped confinement; finally; and in the process touched her skin. It
felt good to me and she reacted to the sudden heat with a small jump
forward and then in realization of what had touched her moving back
again until my dick was in contact with as much of her skin as she
could get it to touch. She started moving her body rubbing herself on
my dick. It felt fantastic but I wanted to keep following the motto of
the encounter. Slowly. I pushed forward with my hips and put my hands
on her hips to stop her backward motion as she tried to reassert
contact. I held her there long enough for her to realize nothing would
continue except my way. She stayed there, swaying. Tortuously swaying
those beautiful buttocks for my pleasure.  I pushed my clothes down my
thighs and off my legs. I sat back on my heels again, reaching up
pulled her back to me. The contact was better than before as I brought
my thighs in to touch her; she rubbing her ass on my dick trying to
get me to go faster. I wouldn't. I touched her back, her arms, her
shoulders, her necks. My hands came down to separate her ass from my
body, I pulled her up and pushed her forward.   She put her hands on
the chair again, this time she just hung her head. Soon. We both knew.
Soon. Her ass was in the most interesting position now, Her torso was
above her waist so her ass was beautifully curved. I touched,
caressed, pulled my knees back so that I could reach forward and kiss,
lick, bite. She reacted to every touch, the scent of arousal was
getting stronger. I came up on my knees inches behind her. I moved my
dick until it was resting on the cleft of her ass. She wriggled around
moving her ass left, right, up, down trying to position me to enter
her. I  pulled back until she stopped and then placed myself carefully
back along her cleft. I would touch the sides of her body with my
hands pull her back to have the underside of my dick ride the cleft. I
reached down and grabbing each asscheek spread her ass and rode along
the separation again. I pulled back suddenly and positioned myself to
bump her clit as my hips came forward; I kept the contact. I reached
down to hold m yself and started running the head of my dick on her
labia, using myself to rub where her clit would be. Melisa had learned
to hate this, not really, but she didn't like it, not really, but she
hated it while it was happening only afterwards was she willing to
admit she wanted me to do it again the next time. I rubbed the head of
my dick on her lips, on the skin between labia and thigh, up and down
on her clit. I pulled myself back and put my hand between us, I forced
her upper body down more until she pushed the chair out of the way and
had her hands on the floor with her arms straight. I put my hand on
her. I used my fingerpads to rub just her lips. She started to wriggle
around a lot more, I inserted one finger, she was wet, hot. I moved
the finger in a slow circle. I pulled back out and moved down to her
clit. It was fully extended, wanting attention. I gave it; holding two
fingers on either side I rubbed them against her. She clenched her
butt tightly, pulled forward, relaxed and pushed back against my hand.
I continued with small circles on the tip of her clit almost not
touching her.   She started making small noises and her head was
moving up and down. I continued the circles with one hand as the other
explored her asscheeks with light caresses. Down to whatever part of
her thighs I could touch without stopping the motion on her clit. I
stopped the circles held two fingers against her. She started moving
on my fingers. I let her. The motions became more intense as she was
driving herself to orgasm by using my fingers. I started moving in the
opposite direction that I felt her move. My other hand was trailing
nails along her spine, up and down. The noises emanating were become
stronger. The motion on my hand became more violent making it tougher
for me to go against her body movement. I reached across us, having to
move slightly, to my bookbag lying just next to us. I opened the outer
pouch and pulled out the condom pack. It was a remnant of the days
before Melisa. I opened it with one hand, pulled the pack apart the
same way. I came back up behind her, and putting the package between
my teeth ripped it open. One handed is difficult but not impossible
and with Mary kneeling in front of me wanting more it was easy to
stave off frustration. I pulled my hand off her back, and grabbed
myself I pushed forward, replacing my fingers with the head of my
dick, she reacted to change in temperature, texture, and rigidity. Her
movement became controlled, driving herself toward climax. I waited
helping by moving my dickhead on her clit. I felt the moment come and
smiled. She released a long low moan, as she clenched her ass. She
came, her upper body came down to rest her head on her hands, her ass
was clenching and unclenching. I grabbed her hip when I felt her begin
her orgasm with my left hand, not letting her slide forward as her
head came down. I waited another second as she started to descend from
the sensation adjusting myself so I was just at the entrance to her
pussy. I felt her start to take a deep breath in recovery, and drove
myself forward. She came up in one quick scream of pleasure on her
hands ,her back arched, pushing back, pulling forward her body unable
to decide whether to come down or go back up again in the middle of
penetration. I gave her no choice, holding her firmly  drove my hips
forward until I was completely seated inside her. She spiked upward
again as she wrapped her arms across her breast and pressed her
forehead against the carpet. I waited, comfortable where I was. Her
pussy gripped and released me as her second orgasm dissipitated. I
waited. Her hands came around she started to push herself up, her ass
began to circle. I pulled back and drove forward again. She wasn't
done, her back arched as I accentuated the motion on the second surge,
slow, easy, deep. Back, slow, easy, deep. I felt her grip me and
release me fighting the backward motion of my dick, and giving herself
to the penetration. I wanted her but what had been found missing in
all of this kept me controlled. Slow, easy, deep. It continued until
she began to wriggle restlessly again, I looked down pulling her hips
until her ass was touching my lower stomach. A germ of a thought
crossed my mind and I started to bring it to fruition. I could not
have a Sibling's giving, but I would take everything she had to give
at least. I brought my hand down to run fingertips across her nipples.
The hand traveled down her stomach into her pubic hair and onto her
clit, I could touch my latex covered penis. I started rubbing at her
clit, she reacted to it wriggling madly against me. I stopped, pulled
almost completely out and quickly in again. She reacted to that motion
by pulling forward and back again forcing me to almost exit and a more
violent repenetration than I had wanted. I used my other hand to keep
her ass in contact with me, holding her in place while my other hand
worked on her clit. She started to move just her ass striving to get
me to move. I pulled back and out completely. I replaced hands working
on her clit, I heard a moan of denial and felt an increase on the
motion of her clit on my hand. I penetrated one finger trying to keep
my thumb on her clit moving.   I pulled her hips back and down a bit,
and moved forward at a slightly different angle.  She had lubricated
the condom with herself so that was no worry. I put the tip of my dick
just on her asshole. She reacted, her head came up and she tried to
raise the angle she was at. Leaving my dick at the entrance, I used
one hand to hold her hips still and the other to press in on her clit.
She kept trying to move me from her asshole, but the pressure on her
clit was climbing her higher on her orgasm. She didn't want to but her
body was beyond that as the third orgasm approached and was wanted,
she stilled when I took the pressure off, she pushed back on me
forcing my dickhead onto her asshole. I put the pressure of my fingers
back on her clit, she sighed in relief. Her ass was motionless this
time. I spread her asscheeks with the the thumb and pinky of the hand
playing with her clit, I held myself on her with my other hand.
Continuing the pressure, I drove myself forward into her asshole. The
motto had changed from slow for seduction, to slow out of need. Her
body was fighting itself. Discomfort against pleasure, pleasure
against discomfort. I kept moving forward until the head of my dick
was in her ass. I waited there. The rest would be easier having gotten
the crown inside now. But I let her adjust. The pleasure on her clit
had leveled off and I waited with everything inside me screaming to
move forward. She started coming up again. I started the slow movement
forward again. It was tortuous but the pressure on me was intense
enough to be all worthwhile. It took time until I was completely
inside her, stopping whenever she leveled off again, only to start
again as her body got closer again. Finally, I was fully inside her,
the hand underneath her made the position uncomfortable but the
incredible feeling of her around my dick had discomfort fighting
pleasure, and pleasure was winning. I pulled back slowly, and repeated
the same insane crawl forward. Again. The hand on her pussy never
stopped moving, and she came again.  This time her body nearly
collapsed, her legs giving out, only my penetration of her held her in
place, but her weight was slipping me out. I put my hand on the floor
and moved back with her slide. She was resting on her stomach her ass
lifted a bit by my dick being inside it.  I could feel the complete
relaxation of her body. Once she had achieved a final resting
position, I put my hands on either side of her supporting my weight,
and pumped myself back into the depth of her ass. I could see the last
orgasm had relaxed her to the point where there was no longer any
discomfort, she was moving her ass to increase my pleasure whenever I
had myself totally inside her. I kept the slow pumping motion, in and
out of her ass. I didn't want to hurt her and the pressure seemed to
make up for not being able to pump hard into her. I kept up the slow
in and out motion, until I could feel it building slowly inside me.
She must have felt the change in size because she moaned and started
working her hips up to me to give my penetrations a lot more force. I
was trying to not pump hard but the need to cum was almost commanding
the situation. I drove myself in one hard push completely inside her,
trying to control the need. She finished it for me, by starting slowly
pumping her ass as much as she could with my weight on top of her. It
was only an inch, but I was getting the movement needed to put me over
the top. I came down, and bit into her neck as the most intense orgasm
I had ever felt took my body. She kept moving her ass underneath me as
my dick jerked inside her. I was shifting my hips driving me an inch
back and taking that inch back to get all out of this experience.
Finally, I started to come down. I lay on her back for a minute
enjoying the sensation of my dick slowly softening inside her. I
pulled out and reached down to remove the condom. I put in the garbage
can right next to our head. I lay back down with my dick on her ass.
She touched my hair.

"You're not planning to leave that in there, are you?" 

I started laughing and when I rolled over on my back continiong to
laugh, she put an arm over my chest and started laughing with me.

Later, we were in the shower. My boss is somewhat of a spoiled man, so
his office has a real shower in it. Not a work shower, but one good
enough to have in your home. I knew that early on he spent a lot of
time at the restaurant and had probably had a need for it. I thanked
it for him now, as Mary was on her knees in front of me, her back to
the showerhead with my dick in her mouth slowly, ever so slowly taking
me inside her mouth taking me out and licking what she could. We had
lain on the carpet for a while, I had tried to rub out some of the
carpet burn on her knees. We talked, we played, it led to a steamy
shower. After a much heated beginning to the shower where we soaped
ourselves right into arousal, I expressed concern about the problems
with condoms and showers. She looked at me having just begun her
treatment of my dick with her tongue and mouth and asked me if she
could trust me. Regular testing before Melisa and with Melisa's sexual
experience having been a vibrator and me had me nodding at her
seriously. I knew about her and Derik so I was as comfortable with it
as I could be nowadays. The shower continued ending with her against
the wall with me inside her, water spraying on my back. She marked my
shoulder with her teeth as this time her orgasm drove me down to sit
on my heels, this limited my movement but gave her more leverage. She
grabbed my head and looked at me.   She pumped up and down moving
herself into another orgasm and taking me with her. The entire time
she held my head and looked into my eyes. Her eyes were a dark-green
in the midst of passion and slowly turned to a dark soft blue on her
way down. 

I drove her home. We sat outside her apartment building for awhile
talking.   "This isn't going to happen again is it, David?" she asked
me looking up at her window.   "No, it's not." I sighed depressed.
"Why?" I put my hands on my face and put my elbows on the steering
wheel. Thinking of how to say it.   "You showed me tonight what I want
in my life Mary." I turned to look at her she was looking at me, "You
can't be that, or maybe I don't know or I can't ask you to be that."
She nodded, "The blonde in the car?" "Yeah, she can be that. I could
go home and tell her about this and there wouldn't be an issue except
maybe why I didn't call her to share." "That's not all of it is it?"
"No, it's not just other women. I don't think you could give
me..everything.." after a moment I continued, "I want." She nodded
slowly, "You know we never even kissed." I smiled at her, I reached
across the center to pull her toward me. We shared a gentle kiss of
things that couldn't be anymore. I pulled back.   "Are you going to be
okay?" I asked. 

She looked up at her apartment window for a long moment.  "Yeah, I'll
be okay." "Derik?" "You showed me a few things too, David. Derik was
one of them."

I nodded slowly. I opened my door walked around the car to her door. I
opened it putting my hand in to help her out. She came out and stood
inches from me. I moved sharing another kiss with her. I guided her
away from the door and closed it behind her. Holding her hand, I
walked her to the front door of the building. We stood at the door
looking at each other. We shared a final kiss before she unlocked the
door and stepped inside. She put her hand on the window once inside, I
touched the pane on my side where her hand was. She smiled and turned
her back to me. 

I got back in my car and started driving. I don't know how long for
but I finally hit water. I got out and walked onto the sand staring
out at the water.   Mary had showed me a lot more than I had suggested
but I still had to think it through. I stayed out on the sun until the
sun came up enjoying the beginning of the new day. I walked back and
started driving home. 

She lives a town away from the school. I drove into her driveway,
getting out delibaretly. I walked up to the door and started ringing
her doorbell. Eventually the door opened to her standing there in a
bathrobe staring at me. 

"Mr. Feather don't we think that a Sunday morning is an inappropriate
time to talk to me about a problem you might be having with your
work." She smiled as she said that. It was a mistake. 

I walked past her and inside she moved back as the motion began, her
eyes widened in surprise at the action. She closed the door though. 

I looked around the living room. It was compact, feminine, everything
in it had her touch on it. I smiled looked around. It was only a one
story and the kitchen was attached to the living room so the hallway
that I saw in front of me had to lead to the bathroom and her bedroom. 

"David" she said. I could hear the touch of nervousness in her voice.
I turned to look at her. The short black hair was tousled my having
gotten her out of bed, the robe had gotten tighter around her body, I
looked at it and smiled at her. She shifted, her eyes were studying me
looking for what was different. 

"The grade thing stops." I said.

"What?" she looked surprised.

"The grade thing. You're scaring Rachel with it. Melisa knows the deal
but not Rachel. She doesn't need that shit in her life. It stops."

"You're joking."

"Rachel is not involved in this thing between us. I want her left not
involved." 

"You're not letting her be not involved with THIS thing between you
and Melisa."

I looked at her for a moment. She started shifting again. 

"No, but Melisa is asking her to be involved no matter how slowly. If
she says no, it's still a no and I will ensure that Melisa leaves her
alone. If you want her involved then ask her."

"Oh, walk up to her and say. Hi, I'm a member of a two thousand year
old order that believes in elitism. You're housemate happens to be one
of the higher tier members that I happen to be playing games with. Oh
what does our society believe in, hmm let me see. Have you ever heard
of sexual domination games? Well, it's like that but it's just not sex
it's everything in our social sphere."

"Yes." 

She froze. 

"What?"

"Yes." I repeated. 

"You want me to walk up to her and tell her about Brothers and
Siblings?"

"No, if you want her involved, I want you to walk up to her and ask
her, and not just involve her. If what it takes is to give her an avid
description of Brothers and Siblings then do so. Otherwise.." I walked
to stand in front of her enunciating clearly "leave her uninvolved." 

She took a small step backwards, looking at me. The brown eyes had
surprise in them, a touch of fear, but deep in the background,
excitement. 

"Mr. Feather, you cannot tell me how to grade your work." Her defenses
were rallying. 

I smiled at her taking away that small step. "You are not grading the
work the group is turning in. We've done better work than the other
three groups."	

"That's not fair, two of the groups only have two people in them."

I shrugged, "They also turn in less work than we and the other three
person group does. If you're weighing us then they should turn in just
as much."

She looked at me. 

I raised my hand and pushed some of her hair behind an ear. "It stops
Sheila.   It stops right now." 

She smiled at me, there was rising challenge in her eyes. 

I touched a finger to her lips. "That stops too."

"Huh?" she took a step back confused. 

"I don't have anything to prove to you Sheila."

The challenge in her eyes was spreading to the rest of her body.

I sighed, I moved over to the sofa and sat down heavily. I put my
thumb and index finger over my eyes to rub some of the exhaustion out
of them. When I opened my eyes she was standing at my feet looking
down at me, I smiled up at her. 

"In basic training I was assured of one thing, after they were done
with me I would longer have to prove anything to anyone else. That was
my mistake, Sheila, I forgot I didn't have to prove anything to you,
or anyone else. The ring.." I pointed my crestless ring at her. "The
ring proves everything, Sibling."

"I am not a Sibling." she bit out every word. 

I sat there looking at her, "The color of the ring does not matter,
grey or white to a Brother.."

"you"

"are"

"a"

"Sibling."

"More spice than a normal Sibling but only because we allow it. For
our enjoyment. Sibling."	

She looked down at me some of the challenge drained out of her. I
stood up, she did not move. She looked at me, she was resurging.

I touched her face, "It's what you want Sheila. The challenge is there
but you want to know in the end I'll win. That the Brother will win." 

She took a step back now still watching me carefully. 

"It's the same for taking a Sibling, you want there to be a challenge
but you want to have them in the end. It doesn't matter does it. It
could be a fast challenge or a slow one at the end of it you want the
same thing to always happen."

She took a step forward. 

"No, Sibling. You have too much to lose, but don't worry in September
I won't be your student." I smiled at her almost incousantly. 

I walked around her and to the door. 

"I guess you can't handle me." 

I smiled with my hand on the doorknob. I turned around and leaned on
the door she was standing there the robe opened I could see crystal
green silk underneath.   Her head was tilted in challenge, her eyes
burned with something more. I smiled at her and myself.

"Now, how did I know you wouldn't leave well enough alone." 

I started toward her. 





A phone rings. A hand reaches to answer.

"hello." a voice arising from a deep sleep. 

"Yeah, she's right here."

A body turns to face the other body beside it. "Melisa." A hand
reaches out to stroke a face gently. Eyelids open to allow green eyes
to look at blue.

"Phone." A gentle smile in wonder.

A small hand reaches to take the phone. 

"hello." A satisfied curious voice. 

Across the line, a lazy voice reaches.

"He's crossed over." it informs. The smugness can be felt even through
the line. 

Sitting up suddenly, green eyes surprised, hopeful.

"How?"

"The usual way, dear." 

"No, goddamnit, how do you know?" 

A smile can be heard in the voice at it reaches her phone.

"Because he's in my house, but I'm lying in his bed."

Tears form in green eyes clouding them, her partner sits up concerned
as a small sob escapes. A hand reaches to touch. 

"Are you okay, Melisa? What is it?"

She turns to look into blue eyes. She gives her a smile filled with
joy. She reaches to stroke a face she struggled to hate before that
jealousy surrendered to a Sibling's giving. 

"I'm okay, Rachel."

"Is it David?" Concerned, nervous.

She holds the phone away from her and reaches to kiss eyelids. They
share a moment. She tries to put what has happenned into those kisses.
The other knows something has changed but is afraid to ask what. 

She returns to the phone. 

"Are you sure?"

Soft laughter as the voice replies, "He came to me and if he had asked
me to crawl to him naked, to turn, and put my head on the floor
surrendering my body to him, I would have given him everything else.
It would have been a joy to take him into my body like that. But he
didn't. He gave and gave and gave, Melisa. He gave until I cried and
my body could take nothing from him anymore. Baby, he's crossed over." 

"Thank you." 

She hangs up the phone, the tears in her eyes are falling now. She
tries to hold them to turn to the woman next to her. The woman looks
up at her confused, she knows the tears are joy but does not know for
what; a hand reaches down to run the confusion of her brow. 

"Rachel, I have to tell you a story."





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