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I didn't number the last time I posted this so it was suggested I
might be better off numbering it.
A Master's Ring
Part 12
Rape (b)
----It hurts when something is taken from you. It hurts more when you
don't why it has.-----------------------------------------------------
The house had been quiet since the meeting on Sunday. Melisa
and Rachel had their heads together most of the time cutting me out of
the bond that was forming between them. Sheryl spent most of her time
with Jeremy. Anytime she had to spend in the house, she would walk
around wrapped in blanket of silence as if it could give her security.
The quiet extended from the house to Sheila. She had been right it
would be tough for her, almost immediately I could feel the shift in
the classroom. The people in it were watching us as if part of we had
done could not be hidden, if even we had tried. She was also wrapped
in herself looking for some kind of security.
I waited.
The package came on Wednesday night.
Everything I needed was inside. Descriptions, good habits, bad
habits, my equipment. There were a few sites where they could be
taken; the apartment they shared had a ring of justice to it. The
safest place though was obvious from even a cursory read. They had
made it easy for me.
The women were in the living room watching me as I read through
the files. Sheryl wrapped in a blanket on the sofa looking around
trying not to focus on me. Melisa sitting with her hands in her lap
watching all of us. Rachel didn't know where to put her eyes, they
traveled between me, the folder, Melisa, and Sheryl.
I stood once I was done. It was clear how it would go down.
How it could go wrong.
I went into the room and brought out a small metal
trash-can. They were watching me intently now. I walked over to the
fire alarm and disconnected the batteries. I went into the kitchen and
came back with lighter fluid. I separated as much of the contents of
the folder as I could. I threw it all into the small trash can and
empty the can of lighter fluid into. I could feel the eyes of the
Siblings and Rachel follow my hands in every motion that I made. I
pulled the matches I had put in my pocket from the kitchen, lit one
and dropped it into the fluid.
There was one burst of flame before the fire started feeding
on the paper. I stood watching the paper blacken. They waited for me
to say or do something more but I didn't.
It would be a simple job but with a lot of uncontrolled
factors that could go wrong. And everything that could go wrong would
inevitably bring in someone uninvolved in this quarrel between these
men and the Brothers.
I walked into my room and closed the doors behind me.
They stayed up a long time talking. I could not hear what they
were saying only Rachel's angry voice being cut-off again and again by
two quieter ones. She eventually ran out of anger and I could hear
them cry. I knew the last few days had been tough for them. Rachel had
Melisa and vice versa, and Sheryl had Jeremy. I had thoughts of the
consequences, infinite chains of possibility. The package had
shortened the number of chains but had made those that remained
stronger.
I waited.
The people in class on Friday were surprised to walk in and
find me waiting for the class to begin.
No Rachel.
No Melisa.
Just me in a chair by the window watching people walk by
beneath me. The class was an unusually quiet one. None of our group
would participate and Jeremy's and Sheila's involvement with our
group's emotional state was almost palpable.
The class ended early. Rachel and Melisa almost ran out of the
class. I watched them through the window. They rushed to wherever
they were going. They never looked back. They never looked up.
"Are you okay, David?" the concern in Jeremy's voice was
undisguised.
I turned to see him standing a short distance from me and
beside him stood Sheila without the usual challenge singing through
her body. I looked at her. We had not been together since our first
time.
I nodded to Jeremy and returned to watching Rachel and Melisa
walk away from the building.
"Are you going to need help?" Sheila took that step to cross
the barrier between us. She reached up to put a hand on my arm.
I looked down at it until she took it away. I looked up at
her, I could see the hurt in her eyes, and did nothing about it.
"It will be clean." I held back the "one way or the other".
"Is everything taken care of?" Jeremy asked me.
I nodded slowly.
I could no longer see them out on the street. Maybe that had
been the problem; Stephanie was in a place where the Brothers could
not see her. I wanted to run out to catch up to the girls and keep
them in sight.
"One site?" Sheila asked.
I turned around and started to the door.
"It's all been dealt with." I said as I passed them.
I had called Samantha that morning. She had given me the phone
number of the Siblings who would be my eyes, and wheels on the job. I
had talked to them also. They had understood their instructions and
were on a flight down as I walked out of the classroom.
The doorbell rang as I lay in my bed waiting that night for
them to arrive. I heard a female voice shouting they had it. I waited
patiently. I heard the living room doors slide open and footsteps
approaching my doors.
They opened and I heard more footsteps this time on the wood
of my floor. I opened my eyes and looked to the side of my bed. Two
women were looking down at me and I don't think I could have found a
more mismatched set of females had I been trying.
They were both attractive not enough to say that they would
turn the head of every male, but in the way a canvas can be attractive
to a painter for one and in the way that one particular woman can hurt
a man at a gut level for the other. I could see what they could do to
make themselves stop traffic. One was about 5'7 long brown hair, brown
eyes. She had curves that I do not believe I could describe and give
them justice. She wasn't motherearthly but it was as if every part of
her was just that touch too much to make her symmetrical. Her hips an
inch and half too wide for her height, her breasts D-cups, too big for
the athleticism of the rest of her frame, and the hair too much and
too thick for the air of competence that surrounded her.
I looked at her partner. She was smiling at me as she watched
me take in her opposite. That smile said "How can I compete with
that?" She did though. If her partner was a touch too much, then she
was just that right amount. She was stood a few inches shorter than
the brunette. Her hair was straight black silk, where her opposite's
hair went past her shoulders onto her back; this black wave stopped at
a shoulder. She was Asian, and also carried herself with that athletic
competence. She might have smirked at her partner's body's but she had
nothing to be ashamed with symmetry so precise it would draw the eye.
"Brother" they said in one voice.
I nodded at them, sitting up on the bed. They stepped back to
give me room. I saw their eyes travel around the room taking it all
in. They moved to my bags as soon as they saw them, picked them up and
filed out of the room. I followed behind.
Sheryl was sitting down in the stairwell that led
upstairs. She stood up as soon as she saw us. I smiled at her. She
tried to smile back, but it was ruined by the cold stare she pointed
up the stairwell.
"They could have said goodbye." she turned back and told me as
the two other Siblings walked out of the house and down to a car
parked in front of the house.
"It's okay."
"No, it's not, Brother." the anger and her voice were rising
in volume.
I reached up and stroked her cheek. She turned into it and
looked at me. I could see the beginning of tears.
"She doesn't know, Sheryl."
"She should. If anything goes wrong you won't be back." she
said with a tightness that said she was close to edge because she knew
what she said was true. "She won't see you again, and all she cares
about is that her new playmate can't stand that you have to do this."
I reached to run my thumb across her lips.
"It's okay, Sibling. The choice in that was mine, wasn't
it. Rachel has always been the one for me. This choice is mine too,
and even Rachel can't compete with that."
She looked at me, her eyes said she was hurting because I
would not walk up the steps and say goodbye myself.
She reached and gave me a hug. I returned it, to comfort her,
I was already beyond needing comfort.
I walked out to the open car door. The two Siblings were
sitting in the front seat watching me as I approached. I didn't look
back. I didn't look up. I opened the door, and folded myself inside.
The Asian Sibling was in the driver's seat, she looked at me
questioningly. I nodded. She started the engine and drove away from my
home.
It was an eight hour drive. We stopped a few places for food,
and bathroom runs. They talked among themselves, nothing really
important just conversation about this Brother or that one, hair,
nails. It was obvious that they were a matched set. As different as
they were physically from each other, everything inside seemed to be
the same.
Maybe if I were not sitting in the back quiet, unmoved by the
area we passed, and unwillingly to be a part of the ride to our
destiny. It would have been different, maybe they would have bickered
about the radio station or who's turn it was to drive. But they were
classical music playing in the background as you do work,
undisturbing, touching the air with the beauty of everyday things.
We arrived at the hotel we were using for our wait at about 1
am. They pulled my bags out of the trunks, each taking one. They
handed the valet the keys, telling him that someone would come to pick
it up as it was rental. They walked with me in their wake into the
hotel lobby. It was large, obviously expensive in that subdued way
only real quality can be. The staff watched us, with none of the
curiosity that two attractive women carrying the bag of a not-so
attractive man should draw. They watched us, but they hid their
curiosity behind professionalism. We entered the elevator; they
pressed the button for the last floor. I had gone beyond surprise at
the luxury that was made available to a Brother whether it was needed
or not. The elevator doors open to a small lobby leading to only one
set of doors. We stepped out and I looked to the sides of the
elevator. There was a fire door on the left side, it did not seemed
to be alarmed at first glance. They walked up and carded the door to
the room as I walked over and inspected the door beside the elevator.
It didn't look alarmed upon closer inspection. I pushed it
open and nothing except it opening happened. I pushed the latch on
the door hinge in, locking the door into position. I walked down the
steps and tested the door of the floor beneath us. It opened, again
with no alarm sounding. I nodded to myself, and proceeded down the
stairs until I reached the ground floor. I opened the door carefully
and looked out. The door let out on the other side of the elevator
banks. I would not have to cross the front desk if I came out this
way. I looked around for a way out that would not involve anyone
seeing us. I pushed the latch on the hinge to this door also and
stepped into the lobby for a better look. It was not a fruitful
search. We would be visible. There were no side or backdoors that were
not alarmed. I could have easily disabled the alarms but the risk of
discovery or someone undoing my damage before we returned was not
worth it. I walked to the side of the lobby, and watched the movement
patterns of the staff. We would be able to get out without being seen,
if we followed the natural flow out traffic at a time we needed to
leave, but the staff was too well positioned not to notice us coming
in. I sighed to myself. We would have been better able to handle
unforeseen circumstances with a private home, but the only ones
available would have endangered members of the Society. We could have
bought one for the situation, but that would have delayed us with
added paperwork. The clean would have to be made in public. We would
not be able to return to the hotel as a unit.
I walked up to the front desk.
"Hello, sir. Can I help you?" the desk girl said. She was
pretty in that over made-up way.
"The room on the top floor." I said.
"The penthouse suite, sir?" she asked.
"Yes, my.. friends. How long did they rent it for?" I asked.
"Just until tomorrow morning, sir." She replied
nonchalantly. I had been right they were watching us even if they hid
it well, but then again it was their job.
I reached into my backpocket and pulled out my wallet. I
pulled the credit card I had been given from it.
"Is it possible to use it until Friday?" I asked.
"Yes, sir. We were told that might be a possibility." the
smiled got brighter as she reached for the card.
I nodded. It had been expected.
"Yes, I wasn't sure for how long even now. But I'd rather not
take the chance, even if I probably won't need it." I told her.
She nodded as she started processing the information she
needed.
I wasn't trying to hide my trail. I was just trying to turn
the attention of the curious onlooker. I didn't have time to make it a
clean trail, but the way it had been set up only an unforeseen
observer would be able to track us. Nothing was hidden from sight, so
nothing drew attention, at least that's what I hoped.
She smiled at me as she gave me back my card. The smile had
slowly been improving in wattage as she did the paperwork. I figured
the 'suite' was pretty expensive and the card clearing for a week's
worth of it had made me more than not-attractive. I smiled at her, she
wasn't my type anymore.
"Here, you go sir." She was searching my face for a way to
continue. I didn't give it to her.
I turned around and walked to the elevators.
They were sitting in the couch, waiting for me. They looked at
me with curiosity as I walked inside.
"We won't be able to come back here." I told them.
They nodded in unison.
"The clean will have to be open air. Both of you should be
okay. So I will be the only one that actually needs another site."
They nodded.
I wondered if they knew what what they were doing or if they
were just following my lead.
The brunette pulled a map out of one of my bags.
She opened it up on the table in front of her. I walked over
and looked at it.
She pointed to the site were the two would have to be done,
then traced a fingernail down the street where the Asian Sibling would
be waiting in the car, traced down to another street, and looked up at
me.
I nodded.
"It's a homeless intersection." she said.
I nodded.
"There will be plenty of barrels to burn the clothes in. No
one will really be paying attention, and no one wants to talk to cops
if it comes to that."
I nodded again.
She traced the fingernail from the second site to a main
highway intersection.
I nodded for the final time.
I didn't know who these two Siblings were except for what I
knew in general from my experience with Siblings but they knew how to
fulfill the requirements of a job if you were clear about what you
wanted. I was beginning to see exactly how compentent everyone in the
Society could be.
"What time, Brother?" the Asian Sibling asked.
I sat down on the table and looked at them again.
"My name is David." I said simply.
She smiled at me, "Kelly." I raised an eyebrow, I had been
expecting something more exotic. The smile got wider as her own
eyebrow went up.
"Tiffany." the brunette interrupted our repoire.
I turned to smile at her. She was looking between me and
Kelly. I took that opportunity to make a more careful study of her
body. If I could have designed a body for a female at the age of
fourteen, I have no doubts this would have been the result. Probably
the best description for her was at the edge between ripe and
over-ripe, maybe lush. They were wearing identical outfits, jeans and
white t-shirts but the things that her breasts were doing to the front
of that t-shirt could distract a dead man.
She took a very slow, deep breath expanding her ribcage and
making her chest even more impressive; incredibly enough. I looked up
at her, and smiled at her grab for my attention. I felt a hand slide
onto my hip and onto my crotch feeling me through my own jeans. I
looked down and saw Kelly on her knees at my side looking up at me as
her hands continued their actions on my dick.
It was my first experience with Siblings outside of the ones I
had known before I became a Brother. Maybe because I had already known
Melisa and Sheila I didn't notice the way they reacted to me. These
two though seemed to be excited by my presence. I had seen them pass
looks between each other that were competitive while at the same time
said they would work together to be with me. It was a new experience
for me to see two women so available even if they didn't know me.
Tiffany arched back even more; reached down to her waist and
pulled the t-shirt off. One quick movement. Kelly move around pushing
me so I was sitting across from Tiffany. She moved in between my legs
and started working on the buttons at my crotch. Tiffany had raised
her hips from the couch, pointing herself at me, and was mirroring
Kelly's unbuttoning with her own. Kelly reached behind me and moved
her hands down my lower back, grabbing my jeans, she pushed up, I
helped her by lifting my hips. She pulled the pants and underwear down
my hips and legs. She stopped to take my shoes and socks off and then
continued until I was naked from the waist down. She ran her hands on
my thighs and to my stomach. There, she got up on her knees with her
breast almost in my touching my crotch. She ran her hands underneath
my shirt before she started unbuttoning it. Tiffany had taken off her
pants by now, and was sitting watching me take in her body. She was
wearing a sky blue bra, and panties the same color, cut high in the
thigh. She was lying back running fingers on a very tight stomach. She
ran a hand just underneath the waist of panties separating them from
her skin with her fingers. I felt myself get harder than I already
was. I was leaning back, not quite uncomfortable, but in a precarious
position.
Kelly made it even more so.
She took a firm grip on the base of my dick and started to
lick the underside of the head in slow sweeps of her tongue. She then
started working her way down the body until she started attacking my
scrotum with her tongue. Tiffany reached behind her back and undid the
bra clasp. I saw the cups release their captive victims. It was the
wrong the time for Kelly to take me into her mouth, because I lifted
my hips in a gut reaction as Tiffany's breast dropped but not enough
for breasts that size. Kelly moved her head up and took the thrust
into her mouth with equanimity. Tiffany stretched her arms up taking
the bra off, and flattening her breasts as much as she could. Her feet
were on the floor so she finished the stretch by going up on her
tip-toes. The motion had my eyes glued to her breasts until she
finished it by raising her hips as high as they could go. I was
looking right at sky-blue covered pussy. There was just a hint of a
wet sheen in the crotch of her panties. She lowered her hips, and
started watching Kelly's head move up and down on my dick as she
played with her nipples.
Kelly was the most practiced mouth I had ever had on my
dick. She could not match Melisa for enthusiasm but she had technique
and didn't need much of anything else. She moved up and down my dick,
sometimes halfway, sometimes taking me three-quarters of the way
down. She took the head of my dick in and out in rapid movement, only
to take me until she had her nose in my pubic hair and hold me
there. She would release me slowly, letting go almost a centimeter at
a time; when she had me completely out of her mouth she would give my
dick a thorough tongue massage. I was getting closer and closer to
edge. I felt her tongue on my balls again, but Tiffany had again
captured the whole of my attention.
She had turned around on couch so she was facing away from me
on her knees with her bountiful ass pointing at me. Her ass seemed to
go along with the rest of her build. Her thighs were athletically
proportioned but led to an ass that carried just that little too much
cheek to go with the thickness of her legs. I enjoyed the sight even
if I wanted to walk over and nibble on her ass for a few hours. She
was gyrating her hips slowly, trying to keep my attention. Every now
and then she would clench her ass muscles causing the growing wet spot
in blue panties to wink at me. She reached back and lifted her panties
and moved them so that more of the cloth was captured by the cleft
between beautiful buttocks. It exposed more of the skin of her
ass. She reached back with her other hand repeating the process on
that side exposing even more skin. I was starting to pump into Kelly's
mouth with more authority. Tiffany reached back between her legs and
started rubbing at the wet spot in her panties.
I grabbed Kelly's head and pushed it down, until I was
completely in her mouth. I held her there for a long deep breath,
before I pulled her completely off myself. She looked at me, her eyes
asking what she had done wrong, I tapped one finger on her lip and
then nodded my head towards Tiffany. Kelly turned her head to look at
the ass that was at most a foot away from her face. Tiffany had
continued her own ministrations on her body, and seemed to be getting
closer and closer to orgasm. I stood up and removed her hand from her
pussy. She looked over her shoulder at me. The next movement took me
completely by surprise. She put her head on the back of the sofa,
reached back, pulled her panties halfway down her thighs, then she
dropped her lower back, raising her ass higher, completely opening
herself up to me. The entire motion said take, take, take. I had only
seen Melisa do something like that and it always got the same reaction
from me, except this time. I reached down and cupped her pussy with my
hand, I used the heel of my hand to rub up and down her labia. She
arched even more. I thought I would hear something snap soon. I
continued to play until I felt her stretching her thighs as far as she
could with her panties holding them in place and begin to move her ass
up and down to rub herself on my hand.
I took my hand away. She grunted in frustration and turned
back to look at me. I felt Kelly start to bite at the small of my
back. They had learned their particular moves to perfection. I looked
at Tiffany with my expression asking if she wanted to challenge
me. She turned over and lay on her back. She looked up at me as
brought her legs together and straightened them. She wiggled so that
she could look at my face. She brought her legs back in that position,
I was looking down at bare pussylips puffy in the desire to be filled.
She reached down and grabbed her panties and brought them up and off
her legs in a rolling motion, that moved her hips and pussy in
interesting ways. I saw a hand reach between my legs and carefully
spread Tiffany's pussy lips by running one finger between them from
one side to the other. At her clit, it stopped and started moving in
small tight circles. Tiffany moved down in the sofa to give the hand
more area to play with but kept her legs locked in a position to keep
me looking right down at her.
I let Kelly use her hand on Tiffany for awhile, just long
enough for that look I had learned to look for in Siblings to come
over Tiffany's face. She had challenged, and I had learned that a
number of them do it to some extent but control; my control, had to be
accepted. She was looking up at me wanting me to lose control, but I
jsut stood looking down at her. I smiled, still waiting.
I had not learned to recognize it until Sheila. Melisa did not
challenge me in that way, or maybe that one night that I had taught
her not to keep things from me had given her enough assurance that she
didn't have to do it again.
It's always the same it seems. The Siblings don't fight you
for control , they just challenge it, wanting to see if they can make
you cross the line. When you don't, it's that moment maybe when they
are happiest because if they can't move you nothing can. It's there
that a Sibling's giving starts. I waited for Tiffany. These two were
like one person in movement, and I knew if one gave the other would
also. It wasn't as difficult as Sheila had been. I didn't expect it
to be. I waited for her to give.
She did finally, on the edge of orgasm, her eyes widened and
the smile on her face changed. She wanted me, not a Brother, she
wanted this Brother. I reached down and took Kelly's hand off of
her. She looked up at me with no frustration at my actions this time.
That's the biggest difference once they give themselves, they trust
you to give them exactly what they want, maybe in time but they know
if you make them wait it's only so that they'll enjoy it more. She
looked up at me asking where we would go from there.
I reached down and took her hand standing her up. She stood,
put her arms around my neck, pushed herself so that my dick was
rubbing her pubic hair and lower stomach. She was at uncomfortable
height for me, being just that inch taller than me but I didn't mind
as I reached around to cup wonderfully full buttocks and used that
grip to bring her closer. I took control of her lips and she started
to move her hips on me as my tongue investigated her mouth. I felt
Kelly moving to sandwich me between two female bodies, she was running
her hands over my ass, hips, and what she could reach of my
thighs. She started kissing and nibbling on the skin of my upper back.
I stopped kissing Tiffany and turned her towards the open door
to the my left and patting her backside pushed her towards the
bedroom. She went making every step say "I want more." I enjoyed the
show. I waited until she entered the bedroom. She opened the door wide
so that from my angle I could see the bed. She crawled up on the bed,
keeping her ass wiggling for my attention. She lay down on her stomach
and started drumming her feet on the bed playfully.
I turned around to be face to face with Kelly. She never
stopped nipping at whatever part of my skin she could reach. I put a
hand under her chin and pulled her face up for a long kiss. I explored
the inside of her mouth with my tongue while my hands explored any
part of her body that I could reach. I brought my hands down and
pulled the t-shirt out of her jeans, up her body and off. I reached
down and started unbuttoning her jeans as I felt her running her nails
on my hips. I got them undone; she moved one foot behind the other
taking off her one shoe, and did the same with the other shoe. She
then started doing that wiggle we all do to force loose jeans down our
body. I moved back to give her space and the jeans fell down around
her ankles. She stepped out of them and up to me, only to wrap her
around my neck and try to bring me down for a kiss. I gave in to that
demand reaching around to grab her ass and lift her off the floor. We
kissed long enough to make our breathing deepen.
I stopped us.
We had all managed to get enough sleep during the drive to be
far from exhaustion, but the added stress did not help. This was the
first release I was getting, but I wanted it to last. I probably would
not see these two again, and I wanted to enjoy everything they had to
offer.
I pulled away and she looked up at me waiting. I ran one hand
on a tight abdomen before I turned her towards the bedroom door also
and gave her a gentle push. I watched her run into the room and jump
on Tiffany. I heard a squeal of surprise and watched as they started
wrestling with each other.
I walked over to the phone and dialed for room service. I
ordered us a light fare and walked into the bedroom and sat on a chair
by the door. They were still wrestling with each other. I understood
the restless energy before a job. They're bodies said they had a good
workout regimen and had not had an opportunity to use it the last day,
or would for the next day at least. They were full of energy and
nervous; the wrestling was how they dealt with it.
Tiffany was easily heavier but Kelly was no slouch and was
quicker. I enjoyed the restless energy they were releasing until
Kelly looked at me from underneath Tiffany. The meaning of their
wrestling changed when Tiffany felt the hesitation and looked over at
me also. It got more competitive again, while at the same time more
choreographed to get a reaction from me.
It was doing exactly that.
Kelly wasn't trying as hard as she was when I first walked in.
It became obvious why as Tiffany got her on her stomach and pop the
bra clasp. Kelly started fighting again once that was done, clearing
the bra from her body to give herself more room. I had been told it
would be awhile before the food got there so I got more comfortable
and continued watching them.
Kelly managed to get Tiffany on her back with her pussy
pointed at me. Tiffany kept trying to dislodge Kelly by bucking her
hips up. She planted her feet by her ass and pushed her ass completely
off the bed and suspended Kelly in the air. Kelly squealed in surprise,
and I hardened in reaction. My taste in women are particular; strong
personalities, strong bodies, openly sexual. Tiffany had throughout
the day shown me one, and now showed me the other two. Kelly wrapped
her legs around Tiffany's waist and sat up putting all of her weight
there. Tiffany held her long enough, to show me the strength in her
legs, but she had gotten what she wanted. Kelly had to let go off her
arms to sit up. Kelly's was holding on by Tiffany's palming Tiffany's
breasts but it didn't seem to do anything more than excite Tiffany.
I heard a gasp of exertion as Tiffany dropped her hips and
used the added leverage of her arms to turn Kelly on her back. Kelly
proved to be extremely tenacious and didn't let go of Tiffany with her
legs. I started wishing I had skipped room service.
Tiffany was up on her knees, with Kelly hanging on to her
waist. Kelly had her shoulders pinned to the bed, but was keeping her
back straight to keep Tiffany at a distance. They locked hands and it
seemed to help Kelly by giving her added leverage. I sat up curiously
wondering what would happen next.
Tiffany started turning at the waist. They had their sides to
me so I stood up and walked to the side of the bed to get a closer
look. I looked down at Kelly; her eyes were closed and her mouth was
just that slightly opened at the beginning of deep passion. I looked
at Tiffany's waist; she had used the back and forth rotation to bring
herself into contact with Kelly's panty covered crotch. She was now
using the motion to create friction on Kelly's pussy. Kelly's started
to move her hips up and down to add to the stimulation. I smiled at
both them and went to sit down again. Tiffany kept up her stimulation
of Kelly. Kelly's breathing started to get deeper, I had to take a few
breaths myself for added control. Kelly slipped finally, and her legs
let go of Tiffany's waist. Her ass fell on the bed, but Tiffany
dropped her hand down to continue Kelly's stimulation. Kelly started
gasping and settled into pleasured moans. Tiffany reached for Kelly's
hips and pulled her panties off roughly. Kelly didn't fight her and
even tried to help.
I heard a professional knock on the door. I stood up and
walked into the attached bathroom. Hanging on a stand in the bathroom
were several bathrobes, I took one down and put it down. I walked back
into the bedroom and took one more look. I didn't like the arrangement
so I walked over to the bed, and put my hand on Tiffany's hip. While I
was in the bathroom she had lowered her face into Kelly's pussy, and
by the moaning that Kelly was doing was treating her the same way
Kelly had tongued my balls. I pushed at Tiffany's hip and she shifted,
moving Kelly's body to keep Kelly moaning. Kelly raised her legs and
put them over Tiffany's shoulders. I walked around until I was looking
down at Tiffany's ass, I reached down and pushed her knees in toward
Kelly improving the pose even more.
I made sure the bedroom room door was wide open and went to
the entrance of the suite. I turned around and looked back I had a
perfect view of Tiffany's beautiful ass wiggling in slow rhythm to
Kelly's moans. I could see that she was obviously treating a woman
with exquisite care. I smiled, I wanted to see why Edgardo had done
this with a Sibling. I knew that it wasn't Edgardo's fault that
Stephanie got hurt but I still wanted to see what the attraction was.
I opened the door; inside, a deep smile broke out. A very
strong moan came over my shoulder as Kelly hit a hard peak, and kept
climbing. The room service guy was wheeling the cart in when the
sound hit us. I saw his eyes widen as he recognized the sound. I
opened the door and got out of his way. He looked at me, and seemed to
notice the open door directly across from him. His forward momentum
with the cart stopped as his attention became glued to the bedroom.
He was young probably in college trying to work nights for spending
money. His back got stiff and he blushed. I looked over into the
bedroom and the Siblings were changing position they were doing it
slow with the occasional look toward us to make sure we were
riveted. We were, him to them, and me to all three of them. They
didn't seem to mind, and I wondered if it was because it was something
I wanted. I was getting much closer to accepting that that was it. It
was no just that I wanted it, they wanted it too. It was one of the
hardest things to learn about the pleasure of Sibling. It comes in
stages. The clear dominance established by the Brother, being what he
wants or part of what he wants, and fulfilling him. There were
definite stages to this for a Brother also, but not so completely
absorbing as it seemed to be with a Sibling. I wanted him to see them,
and making sure I got everything I wanted out of the experience
brought them a kind of pleasure I understood but only by analogy. I
felt it something like it when I saw them hit peak and kept them
there. When I brought orgasm upon orgasm onto Sheila and she cried in
pleasure and surrender, every orgasm brought me a pleasure that a
Sibling only seemed to be able to get from giving a Brother.
I walked over to my discarded pants and pulled my wallet out
slowly, I saw the kid move slightly to his left to get a clear view
past me. I looked out of the corner of my eyes into the bedroom,
Tiffany was on the bottom with Kelly on top of her, Kelly's ass was
pointed towards us and so was Tiffany's pussy. They seemed to be
kissing but I couldn't see from my position. I could see restless
wriggling, movement back and forth, and their trying to rub pubic
mounds together. I pulled a hundred out of the wallet knowing it was
too much for the fruit bowl, and juices but feeling he had been teased
so deserved something for being the guinea pig in my experiment. I had
found the attraction to having what the Brothers have and having
someone see it where you can say "It's mine." Somewhat childish, but
there was something there that had me hard and wanting this guy out of
the room so I could join the Siblings.
I walked over, keeping myself from obstructing his view. He
deserved that much too. I handed him the money; he took it
mechanically and started backing out of the room. When he was in the
hallway and I started closing the door, he gave me the smile men give
when they're envious but not jealous of what you have. I smiled back
at him, and finished closing the door.
I had made a good choice in getting nothing that we had to eat
right away. I dropped the robe as I walked back to the bedroom. They
were still kissing each other with hands caressing everything they
could reach. I knelt on the bed and walked on my knees to Kelly's
ass. I pushed her hips forward a bit so I could have access to Tiffany
also.
I put my hand on the small of Kelly's back, took my dick in my
other hand and put myself just inside the window of her pussy. I held
that position with the tip of my dick just splitting her lips, holding
her open enough to accept penetration in one swift thrust. I put my
hands on either side of her hips and pulled her back impaling her in
that thrust I had prepared her for. She gasped into Tiffany's mouth,
let go of the kiss only to gasp again as I ground my hips into her. I
pulled completely out, pushing her hips forward and reached down to
pull Tiffany's hips into position for me. I dropped straight down into
her and hit bottom in one solid movement. She didn't have the benefit
of Kelly's mouth to muffle the near scream of pleasure as she was
fully penetrated. I pulled completely out of her also; reached for
Kelly's hips she met me half way, having figured out what I wanted to
do. She pushed back as soon as my dick touched her and embedded me in
her. I pulled out almost completely and Kelly seemed to think that
was it, so was extremely surprised when my hands tightened on her hips
and pulled her back thrusting me inside violently. This time her
scream was one of unadulterated pleasure, the thrust had caught her
completely by surprise and pushed her over the edge she had been
teetering on for awhile now. I held myself inside her as she her body
went through convulsions of pleasure. She put her head down on
Tiffany's shoulder so I let myself pull out of her, and pushed her
body up along Tiffany's body to give me more room. I grabbed Tiffany's
legs, she had inspired the next movement. I put her knees together
locking her thighs in place, I pushed her knees down this time on top
of Kelly's ass. I don't think that Tiffany noticed what I was doing
beyond the expectation of my being inside her soon. I put myself at
her pussy and in one smooth thrust entered her fully. Her legs came
back to rest on one shoulder, as I pulled back and thrust inside her
again.
Kelly got off Tiffany and rolled to the side watching us with
half-open eyes. It was not that I prefered Tiffany to Kelly. Kelly was
an attractive Sibling, but Tiffany's body-type had been the object of
many fruitless teenage fantasies.
I remembered the first time I understood women, men, and
sex. I was on a bus going to the beach and a woman just like Tiffany
had gotten on the bus. She was too full in every spot that a woman is
a woman. My jaw dropped and I stared with eyes glazed. I got hard
between the swift intake of breath and the shattering of boyhood
pleasures. I wanted this woman so bad in that one instant that my dick
was aching with need. I watched her. She smiled down at me and so did
almost everyone in the front of the bus that had heard the painful
wheezing of air struggling to get into my lungs. I watched her. As she
walked up to me, and then past me. I barely noticed everyone else
except as a indistinct presenses that my senses had to waste important
processes to take in when they could just be taken her in. I watched
her. As she walked to the back of the bus, her hips saying "This is
woman." I watched her walk into every fantasy, I had for the next
three years.
I took Tiffany, finally fulfilling a lot of fantasies. I
pulled out and thrust back in hard. I pulled out slowly, I wanted to
give her pleasure equal to mine, more than mine. I screwed back inside
her slowly. I heard her moan, as she tried to push up with her hips to
get me in quicker. I pulled back in reaction as her hips dropped I
followed when she hit bottom, I kept thrusting down, until I did too.
I sat back a bit, taking one leg over to the other shoulder. I didn't
want to wait anymore, I didn't think she did either. I started an
insane rhythm in and out of her on a bare thread of control, but that
thread was enough. I felt every wet dream, every masturbation I had in
those three years come back to hit me.
I don't know how I didn't go over the edge, but every thrust
into her only held me on that thread. I felt her legs drop onto my
arms, I stopped; with myself seated completely inside her and held
myself there as I brought my arms around her legs. She immediately
took a tight grip on my waist with her legs squeezing to keep me
going. I didn't, she started to tighten her grip, I smiled down at her.
She smiled back not in challenge but on the edge of completion. She
used her grip on my waist to grind herself on my hips.
I let her. It felt good, keeping me on the edge but not
pushing. I reached down and took a nipple from one of her equally
incredible breasts in one strong suckling. She groaned, and grinded
herself harder. I treated the other breast the same way.
It was better than every fantasy I had ever had. She was using
me, screwing my hips to finish her orgasm.
I felt it hit. She became warm around my dick, wetter and then
she screamed in release as her hips dropped. She started one slow
undulating convulsion and at the end of it. I started pumping hard
again. I felt her hands on my abdomen pushing, trying to stop me, but
I wouldn't. The convulsions hit her again and she arched her back
somewhat in protest of my forced extension of her orgasm and in
acceptance of every added ounce of pleasure I was forcing into her.
I kept going until she couldn't do more than trying to accept
pleasure in mindless abandon.
I hit my wall, and broke through it. I came into her in one
last brutal thrust. She must have felt me come, probably because I bit
into her shoulder to the point of marking her. She didn't protest, she
just started a slow grind of her hips, milking my dick forcing more
pleasure out of my orgasm.
I felt Kelly's hand stroking my back, to bring me back down.
Tiffany was just lying beneath me, holding my weight with her body,
relaxing beneath me. I pulled out and collapsed on the opposite side
from Kelly. I lay there staring at the ceiling for a moment.
I heard Kelly get out of the bed. Tiffany rolled onto her side
and cuddled up to my side, resting her head on my shoulder. I continued
staring at the ceiling. I had felt something inside me release and I
wanted to study it. Kelly rolled the service cart inside the bedroom
and started filling glasses and throwing grapes at us. Tiffany let it
go until one landed near my dick. She picked it up,ran it along my
softened penis, and popped into her mouth. Kelly laughed and brought
the fruit bowl over to the bed. She started doing the same thing with
our combined liquids. Somewhere deep inside, I found it funny but I
was thinking about other things.
I understood the relief I had felt. Something was happening
with Melisa, she was distancing herself from me. My problem was that a
part of me identified the Sibling with Melisa, having her distance
herself put me in a position where it felt like every Sibling was
doing it. It was irrational but there it was. I had made a mistake
tying her with my being Brother, and my relationship with the Siblings
as a Brother. I didn't know what would happen but it didn't change who
I was now. I reached down for a fruit, Kelly put an apple in my hand
and went back to playing with me, Tiffany and the fruit.
Sometime after the apple, I fell asleep.
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