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Chapter 7
Things went downhill from there.
The problem was that no two of them could agree whether any
particular answer was good or bad. They argued more among
themselves than they grilled me. I was wrong about Samantha, the
female Brother, not having an interrogation peer because when
they focused, I felt the fire. It would have been very effective
if they were not so amusing to begin with. For the most part,
they dug and I laughed answering each question as honestly as
possible.
I sat facing four crotchety old men, and all I could think
about was how much I would have given for any of them to be my
grandfather.
They finally decided that the questions were not cutting it so
settled for chewing up one side of me and down the other.
I enjoyed every second of that too.
Eventually, they gave up since arguing amongst themselves was
significantly more fun. They got some beers and we watched the
sports channel for highlights of yesterday's baseball games. They
were avid fans of the classic teams; Yankees, Dodgers, etc. I did
not follow baseball, which was treated as sacrilege and a good
enough reason to start another round of chewing me out.
We spent the rest of the day like that.
We ordered lunch, drank a bit (it was a early for real drinking
according to one of them), and I received a lot of tips on how to
treat Siblings. We ended with a conversation about sexual
technique that would have made the occupants of a female restroom
blush while listen avidly. I thought maybe Siblings had secret
techniques to keep men virile considering the advice seemed to
have been tested not long ago.
At about 5 pm, they stood up in unison. One of them went into
the bedroom and came out holding a small velvet box.
They smiled at me kindly. I thought I could get used to being
treated like the prodigal grandchild. They handed the box to me,
and filed out the door without a word.
Melisa walked in.
I looked at the box in my hand.
"No secret ceremony?" I asked her.
She shook her head before replying.
"Brothers believe a candidate was always one of them. Giving
you the ring is not a symbol of acceptance, but one of
acknowledgement."
I opened the box.
What looked like a Brother's ring rested inside, the
craftsmanship was extraordinary. Unlike Dr. Ryan's though, the
ring had no crest on it. It also had etchings on both sides; a
fist holding a pair of manacles. I asked Melisa about the
difference.
"It's a Training ring. It says you have not fully accepted your
status yet. Siblings will understand you cannot be expected to
take responsibility in every way they might need you to."
"Who decides when I'm ready to take on those responsibilities?"
I asked.
"You do."
I nodded.
The Brotherhood made sense like very little in my life ever
had.
I put the ring on my left hand.
I turned to stare out the window. The weight of the ring felt
right.
"Do you want to go out and celebrate?" she asked. "It's not
everyday an orphan finds his family."
She was smiling gently when I turned to look at her. Someday, I
would like to read the full profile the Brothers have on me; then
again, maybe I should not.
"Where to?" I asked.
"Something Italian," she smiled wider.
Again, she knew what I was thinking; Italian was my favorite
food.
I smiled, and walked with her to the elevator. I sat quietly on
the way to the restaurant. It was not like the pensive quiet of
the morning. I got the feeling Melisa was happy to see it done;
she was absorbing the achievement of her ten year old wish. I was
trying to adjust to being with her in a relationship that
followed no rules I was used to.
I thought I knew what Melisa wanted eventually but years of
socialization fought the idea that her immediate goal was to
prepare me for other Siblings.
She had not asked about Janet; I almost believed she did not
care. It would take time to make that leap; a part of me thought
she had to care.
In some ways, I had made the reciprocal leap with Doris Alex. I
wanted her but was not bothered that she had been and probably
would be again with Professor Ryan. I watched the streetlights as
they passed. I doubted I would ever get to the point of not
caring if someone else, even a Brother, touched Melisa.
At the restaurant, Melisa gave the Matre d' my last name.
I looked at her.
She shrugged, "You said you wouldn't fail me."
I nodded.
At the table, we looked through the menus making quick
decisions. The waiter was a good one. He read us for what we were
and remained scarce while keeping one eye on us in case we needed
anything.
Melisa pulled an expensive black planner out of her purse and
handed it to me. I raised an eyebrow looking down at it.
She sat quietly staring at me.
I opened it to find a set of credit cards with my name engraved
on them, a checkbook with a receipt of deposit in it, and a ring
of keys. The credit cards were the best in their particular
family; American Express, Visa and MasterCard. The figure on the
receipt of deposit made me do a double take and look up at Melisa
questioningly. One set of keys were housekeys, the other set were
BMW keys.
I closed the planner and put it down on the table. I sat back
and stared at Melisa.
"How?" I asked her.
She smiled a smug, secretive smile.
"Being a Sibling or a Brother gives some very stable and
ambitious people the wherewithal to succeed on their terms. I
WILL be successful in my life and a majority of my charitable
contributions will serve the Society."
"Why?" I asked.
She laughed.
"If you had a little brother and the money, would you? For a
lover? A son? A grandson?" [Would you what? Support the little
brother? I assume that David is considered the little brother,
so his older brothers are helping to support him. This section,
like how she can make charitable contributions to the society,
isn't well defined and is kind of hard to follow.]
I nodded.
"A lot of Siblings base their stability on Brothers, David.
Successful people spend thousands on therapy, entertainment, and
vacations. You name it and they'll give their money away if
there's a chance it will make them happy. Siblings do the same."
She snickered and shook her head.
"Doris Alex gets off on giving a Brother head, EVERY time. Do
you know how many women have sex with men and don't experience an
orgasm? Like I said, Siblings are very grateful to the Brothers
that sort them out." [You may want "don't experience orgasms"
rather than how I phrased it. Also, you may want to verify the
next sentence as I fiddled with it, also.]
A corner of my lip turned up. I always thought that particular
thing was a bit of stupidity on men's part. Why would anyone
expect a woman to do something again that was not fun the first
time?
"It's still an amazing sum," I said.
She shrugged.
"My mother was still young when she met her Brother. The
Society paid for her to go to medical school. The core of her
life is my dad; a lot of people wouldn't understand that. They
would say she's strong; she's successful; she doesn't need
anybody. Yes, she is strong and successful but she needs my dad.
Every time she's lost someone on the operating table, he's held
her together. She was glad I became a Sibling. She knew that I
would have a host of Brothers and Sisters that would not fail me
if I needed them."
She shrugged again.
"Every penny she gave the Society was an investment in someone
else's future."
I shook my head slowly.
She sighed and smiled gently.
"For Siblings, there's always somewhere safe. There's always a
place they can call home. You are never going to understand that,
David. You don't need a home. I don't know, maybe you carry it
inside you. A lot of our classmates make the transition to
thinking of college as their home very quickly. I didn't do it
until Dr. Ryan said it was your time."
I thought she was right; I might never understand a Sibling.
"I could just sit on this," I said pointing at the planner.
"Why didn't you ask for a crest immediately?"
I stared at her.
"No one will deny it to you. A lot of female Siblings would be
at your disposal if you wear a crest. All you have to do is ask
for it."
I sat quietly.
"I won't deny you."
I nodded.
"The Brothers don't make mistakes like that, David. They know
you'll use it to get what you want and you'll make sure that
another Brother or Sibling has the same resources when they need
it."
I did not think it was that Brothers did not make those
mistakes. I thought it was more like those mistakes were
corrected immediately after being discovered. Only one pair of
eyes still watched me, but the intensity had increased.
The waiter came by with our food, interrupting the
conversation.
We ate in silence as I absorbed how completely my situation had
changed. Behind the door of the Brotherhood were a dozen other
doors they held open. As I ate, I looked through each one
carefully. At the end of the investigation, my life plan was
unaltered. The only change was that now I could afford to do it
my way.
I left Siblings out of my thinking. I had a feeling they would
sort themselves out around me.
Melisa filled the air with talk of her sorority. She wanted me
to attend the semi-formal with her the last weekend before
finals. I nodded acceptance absentmindedly. I could feel the
mental ground beneath my feet solidifying. Decisions on what do
and what not to do were being made as rapidly as the questions
presented themselves.
"The house keys?" I asked Melisa.
"It's to the Brother house."
I looked at her with a question in my eyes.
"The only ones that live there now are Doris, Sheryl and
Michael."
"Sheryl?"
"Another sibling."
"Oh," I said.
"Be careful with her if you move in before June."
"Why?" I asked.
"She is going to be Dr. Ryan's crested Sibling, but has not
gotten the new ring yet."
"Hmm..." I said.
"Cresting is a Sibling's decision, David. A Brother can deny
the Sibling but that's as rare as an uncrested denying physical
pleasure to a Brother."
I nodded curiously.
"Doris Alex was born to the Society and Janet made her choice
while in her early teens. Sheryl was brought in while in college.
She's struggling with morality and her urges. She wants Dr. Ryan
on his terms but that's a big adjustment for a good Catholic
girl," Melisa said with a small smile.
"I thought you said the school did not have a Brother in
residence, what about Michael?" I asked.
"Michael's a Sibling."
"Oh!" I said. A lot more about Michael's relationship with the
girls I knew were Siblings made sense. Michael was member of the
school's most popular fraternity, and one of those Adonis type
college males; blonde hair, blue eyes, boyish good looks,
charming, and with a quick wit. For a long time, I thought he had
the same relationship with the Doris Alex, Janet, and Melisa that
I did. It always struck me as if he connected with them in the
same way they did each other though. Michael, being a Sibling,
answered why he did not date any of them or anyone else in
school.
"With Robert and Samantha is staying for a couple days. Michael
is spending most of his time in the Ramada." [This doesn't make
sense (the first sentence.) Robert is the professor and I assume
Samantha is the first blond, although I don't remember a name
ever being mentioned... Looking back, it was mentioned at the
beginning of chapter 6, but wasn't in chapter 5. I assume
Michael is there for Samantha, and maybe the gay one, but this
really doesn't say much. If I were David (I'd picture myself
more as a Brother than a Sibling) I'd wonder if I wasn't supposed
to deal with Michael just for the experience, whether I wanted to
or not, but no questions about that...]
I grew quiet thinking about moving into the house right away. I
decided against it. My life was in for some turmoil but it was
better to put much of it off until after finals. I would have
plenty of my own time during the summer to deal with the new
situations.
The rest of the meal went smoothly. We sat and talked about
little things in each other's life. It was 8:30 pm before we
decided to leave.
She drove to the house to show me where it was. I wanted to see
the inside so I stepped out of the car and walked to the door.
She followed behind me. I opened the door and stepped inside. I
was in a hallway that had steps to the second floor directly in
front of me, down the hallway I could see the kitchen, to the
right was a set of sliding doors I figured was the living room.
I heard steps upstairs.
I waited by the front door.
She was barefoot. She wore a soft peach pair of pajama bottoms.
They were almost see-through so I could watch her well-formed
thighs as they came into view. Her flat stomach was bare showing
the lines of her workout regimen. The skin there looked so soft I
wanted to shower it with kisses. She was wearing a small peach
top that was also see-through, but the satin bra beneath hid her
treasures. Her face was made-up in light touches to highlight her
beauty. Two strands of hair framed the sides of her face and the
rest was in a high ponytail. [I don't like the line about
"showing the lines of her workout regimen." Maybe showing the
lines from her workout regimen, or maybe showing lines in her
abs, due to her workout regimen.]
She stopped at the bottom of the steps and smiled at me.
"Welcome home, David," she said.
Undoubtedly, I was not in Kansas anymore.
I turned around. Melisa smiled widely at me.
Doris Alex had presented herself to me. There was no other way
to describe the obvious care in her preparation and the walk down
the steps. I turned back to the most unreachable woman in our
school and smiled. She stepped up to me, wrapped her arms around
my neck and gave me a kiss to stop hearts.
I wanted her lips doing more than kissing but the knowledge
that it would come in time let me enjoy everything about her. She
smelled like roses, which seemed appropriate for a redhead. She
broke the kiss and stepped back holding my hand.
"We've been waiting for you," she said in a painfully sexy
smile. Melisa took my other hand and drew my face around to kiss
her too.
Doris Alex and Melisa smiled at each other.
Doris Alex let go of my hand and slid one of the doors open to
my left open. [Up 12 paragraphs, the description of where he is
is stairs ahead, kitchen at the end of the entranceway and
sliding doors to the right. Where did these doors to the left
come from? I think you need a better description of the house
above. Might even help to have a view from outside (center
entrance?) but with the dark that might not be necessary.] She
led me into the living room. The first thing I noticed was that
the TV was huge. The colors were diffused bright ones. [The TV
was left on?] The furniture was chosen for comfort without
sparing expense or at least someone had not been looking at the
balance owed when they bought any of it. There was one of those
massive systems of couches that are only seen in furniture
stores. The kind that is L-shaped and comes in 5 to 10 pieces. To
my left, towards the front of the house, was a set of glass and
wooden doors.
I looked at Doris Alex and she smiled.
Melisa was no help because she was smiling also. I let Melisa's
hand go and walked to the doors. I admired the woodwork. The
money spent on the house was only noticeable if you looked
closely. I opened both doors at the same time and looked into the
room.
I looked back at the women. Doris Alex was having a hard time
containing her smugness at my pleasure.
Melisa did not bother.
The room was about 20 feet by 20 feet, with 12 foot ceilings.
The dimensions of the house were astonishing to me. Maybe it was
the dark of night outside, but it had not seemed so large as I
walked up to it.
The furniture in the room was to my dream taste. The bed was
larger than a king-sized with a frame of oak. It had a natural
dark brown wood finish to it. There was a large drawer set, and a
tall wardrobe taking up the space across from the bed. Beside the
window was a desk with large, black flat-screen monitor on it.
The hardwood floor had the shine of newness to it. Different
types of dried flowers and gargoyle faces decorated the walls. I
walked to the foot of the bed and enjoyed the atmosphere. The
woods went so well together it made the room seem spartan.
[Desktop with the monitor? Place for a laptop? Other than that,
the description is pretty good.]
I stood in the middle of the room for a good five minutes.
I turned around to see Melisa and Doris Alex leaning on either
side of the doorway. I stared from one to the other. I smiled
warmly at Doris Alex before walking to stand in front of Melisa.
[Curtains near the door? I don't know if he would want to be
viewed in the morning or evening by anyone in the living room.
(Glass and wood doors imply seeing through...)]
At 5 foot 1, she was my absolutely favorite height for a woman.
The layered blonde hair was two shades from platinum. Her green
eyes were striking in a blonde.
Melisa was not my type, which made the attraction strange to
me.
Other than her height, she was too small for my tastes. I was
short for a guy at 5'6 but my build made me look much larger; I
dwarfed her.
I preferred more solid females, like Doris Alex or Rachel.
Janet, while shorter than Melisa, probably weighed as much if not
more. Melisa was not ethereal but everything about her was
symmetrical to her height.
I stared into her eyes wondering where it would all take me.
Doris Alex closed the door on her side, moved through the
living room, and slid the door closed. I looked at her, as the
doors were about to completely separate us.
She winked at me.
I looked back at Melisa. She was smiling again; the smug little
smile I was becoming used to. I knew she was planning my life out
for me; normally I would be beating the walls at her presumption.
I looked deep into her green eyes. I could see her trust and a
few things I admitted I was not prepared to acknowledge.
Yet.
I wondered at that. She willingly admitted that she had been
waiting for me; she planned for this. Would I somehow disappoint
her expectations?
Not yet though, this was still the easy part.
I reached up to stroke her face. In that touch between us was
the acceptance of things we kept hidden.
For now, it had to be enough.
I kissed her; a small kiss holding a promise of what was
coming.
I reached down to take her ring hand. I looked at the ring,
knowing she would wear my crest on it when I was ready to face
every promise in her eyes. I knew it was going to happen; I did
not need her to tell me it was her deepest wish. I could not
imagine it being any other way. Melisa had to be mine on our
terms.
I turned around and led her to the bed.
I stopped a yard from it, and pulled her in front of me. I
looked down at her, waiting.
"One promise at a time, Sibling," I whispered to her.
She nodded at me. I could see the thin sheen of tears in her
eyes. I acknowledged to myself I had waited two years for my
first time with Melisa; I could not imagine waiting ten years.
"One promise at a time," I thought.
I walked forward, until the back of her legs touched the bed. I
kept moving, and she fell backwards onto the bed. I stood there
with her legs between mine. [I hope the bed is fairly short or he
would have gotten kicked in the balls with that move...] I looked
down at her. Her body was the picture of symmetry. I got on the
bed, with my knees on either side of her waist.
She reached up to run her hands down my abdomen, and scratched
her nails down my slacks. I felt myself harden inside them.
Mine.
All mine.
Maybe only one night at a time but still all mine every one of
those nights.
I took her hands, and pulled her up to a sitting position. It
worked to get most of her body on the bed. Her face was below my
chest. She looked up at me. I smiled at her. Two nights ago, I
had taken control of the seduction. [She was lying mostly on the
bed. At least pushing her back to fall over the bed would
generally get the majority on the bed. Why would pulling her to
the end of the bed, to sit up, get most of her body on the bed?]
Now, I exerted it.
I unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. She reached up and used
her nails along my chest. I reached down and pulled the t-shirt
over my head. [I consider a print shirt a t-shirt. I assume,
since this is over his head, this is what I would consider an
undershirt.] She kept at work with her nails, harder this time.
Expectation was slowly taken over by desire and need. She moved
her head forward to score my stomach with her teeth.
I unbelted my slacks, undid the button and zipper. Her hands
reached inside the opening, widening it. I reached behind myself,
took off my shoes and socks. I had to lean back to do it. She
seized the opportunity to use her nails on my chest again.
Leaning forward, she used her teeth on the muscle right beneath
my bellybutton. I pushed my hips toward her in reaction.
She stopped.
She leaned back on her hands, looked at me with darkened eyes.
I could see the passion flooding them. I straightened up and
pushed my briefs and slacks down my thighs. Keeping eye contact,
I raised first one knee and then the other, forcing my pants and
briefs onto my calves. I straightened up, back on my knees. I
stared at her. She studied me as she had on the morning of the
first interview with Professor Ryan. This time I felt no
embarrassment.
She sat up and moved to where her lips where inches from my
abdomen. I felt my dick make contact with the skin on her neck
and shoulders. She pushed herself forward, and tried to reach
around me to push what was left of my clothes off my body. I took
over the responsibility, pushing my slacks and briefs onto the
floor next to the bed.
She straightened up again. She was staring at my body from up
close. She reached out to stroke whatever part of my body caught
her momentary fascination. Finally, she stroked down from my
chest, staring up at me, down my stomach, between my hips. She
wrapped her right hand around the base of my dick, using the left
to caress my ball sack. I was thick but in her small hand I
looked huge. My dick jerked when she squeezed it. She let go to
run her nails down my thighs and lie back on the bed. She
carefully placed her hands above her head crossing them at the
wrists.
I looked down at her, wondering where to begin, buying myself
time to regain control. Every part of my body wanted to take, and
take. The look in her eyes urged me to do exactly that. A small
part of my mind yelled a motto for control.
I did not want to take; I wanted to conquer every one of her
desires.
The voice behind my eyes chanted.
Control.
Control.
Control.
Finally, my breathing slowed down. My body revved down from the
sexual peak. Melisa looked up at me, disappointment was in her
eyes, but in the depths...
One promise at a time.
I reached down to unbutton the top part of her suit.
"This must be getting uncomfortable," I said.
She smiled at me, stretching.
I spread the unbuttoned top, and pulled her blouse out of the
skirt. When I had pulled the front out completely, she sat up. I
reached underneath the suit top at the shoulders and pushed it
down and off her arms. I tossed it towards where my clothes
rested on the floor. I reached down to the waist of her blouse
and pulled that off her body. She extended her arms above her
head to help. As soon as the blouse was no longer on her body,
she lay back down. [I read "unbutton the top part of her suit"
as unbuttoned the jacket, not unbuttoning the blouse. Is the
blouse unbuttoned at that point or was it never unbuttoned?]
She was a wearing a powder blue bra.
Siblings were going to make me want plain white underwear
banned.
I reached down to run a lone fingertip along her stomach wall,
up to and along the exposed parts of her breasts. I used the same
finger to run circles on her neck. Finally, I placed it gently on
her lips only to lean forward to replace it with my lips. It was
the deepest kiss we had shared thus far.
It whispered every wish I read in her eyes.
I pulled up on it. I stared into her eyes, using my fingers to
trace the bone structure of her face. I reached down again,
open-mouthed to taste her lips with my tongue. She opened her
mouth, allowing my tongue into her. I stayed for a long time;
kissing, tasting, sharing. We had time, and I meant to drink long
and deep of Melisa.
As we continued kissing, I placed my left hand above her head
for balance. With my right, I investigated the body being offered
to me. I only used my fingertips to touch her. I ran them along
her left side and across her stomach. I stopped to circle her
bellybutton with one fingertip; I finished the run across her
stomach. I went lower to where her skirt started and ran a lone
finger from right to left and back again along skin and skirt. I
ran as much of my hand as I could to touch her skin with on the
way to her left side, and ran the hand up until I was cupping the
bottom of her left breast with my thumb and index finger
parenthesizing her nipple. I squeezed as gently as I could,
pulling her breast towards me at the same time. I opened my hand
releasing her breast. I ran my palm across the point of her
breast. I circled my palm on the tip of her breast.
I replaced my left hand with my right hand as my balancing
point.
I continued kissing her. With my left hand this time, I ran my
fingertips down her side and across her stomach. Again, I circled
her bellybutton with a lone fingertip. I finished the run across
to the left side of her body. I went lower, again, to where her
skirt started and ran a lone finger from left to right and back
again. I ran as much of my hand as I could touch her skin with
back to her right side. I ran my palm up and cupped the bottom of
her right breast. I squeezed gently, and pulled her breast
towards my body. I opened the hand, releasing her breast. I ran
the palm across the point of her breast, and finished the motions
with palm circles.
I ran the hand up her neck, over her face to her hair, and
grabbed her wrist. I grabbed her other wrist with my right hand.
I lay down on top of her; somehow I managed to deepen the kisses.
A sense of urgency entered them that had not been present before
that moment.
I took some of my weight off her. I broke the kiss to taste her
neck with small touches of my tongue. I placed my teeth carefully
at the juncture of neck and shoulder. I applied gentle pressure;
increasing it slowly.
She arched her back until the head of my dick touched her lower
stomach. She must have felt the pressure because she pushed
herself up in that area to make more contact. I held her in place
with my teeth, lowering my weight to force her back down on the
bed.
I nibbled my way down to her shoulder. I pulled my head back
and went down again to hold her; biting her at the juncture of
neck and chin.
I sat up, and held myself from putting weight on her. I stared
down at her closed eyes. I could see she was breathing harder. I
ran my hands back and forth on her stomach slowly. I let my own
breath slow down to a more normal pace. [I picture him lying on
her. I assume he rolled to the side and sat up. I don't see
about the "held myself from putting weight on her."]
In and out, a steady rhythm until consummation and if she went
over the top too soon I would wait for her to rise again.
I smiled down at Melisa.
Mine.
I put both hands at her sides and pulled to signal I wanted her
to sit up. She did. I reached behind her to undo the bra. She
raised her hands away from my hips where she had put them to hold
her balance, and held them above her head. I slid the straps off
her arms. I used my hips to push forward against her; she took
the message and lay back down. I tossed the bra aside, and went
back to running my hands on her upper body. I concentrated on
keeping her nipples at the center of my touching. I did not make
contact with them but I kept the motions heading towards them, or
circling them. Finally, I used a finger to circle as close to the
extended portion of her nipple without actually touching it. I
gave the other nipple the same treatment.
I lowered my head down to touch my tongue to her right nipple.
I reached to the right and touched her left nipple with my
tongue. I sat back up, and continued touching her skin with the
nipples as the untouched center of attention. She wriggled from
side to side with the occasional pushing up at the chest to get
me to focus on her extended need.
Her nipples were perfectly cute. I circled both without
actually touching, making a careful study of them. The actual
nipple did not jut out very far and was tiny. Her areola extended
barely a half-inch from the nub. Melisa was tailor made for my
more obvious preferences but so many things were different. [I
thought his preferences were more fleshy and Melisa was skinny.
I'm sure that was mentioned previously.] Like having green eyes,
instead of blue; it was different than what my mind expected.
Everything about Melisa was familiar and different. She was not
perfect; she was more and reachably less.
I moved down to take her right nipple in my mouth and applied a
small amount of suction while running my tongue across it. I
stopped and performed the same action to her left nipple.
Her breath exploded out of her lungs. Her hands reached up to
grab my hair. She used the grip to pull me up to her face. She
took control for just enough time to demand a kiss. I gave it to
her. Our tongues touched. Tasted. She pushed her body up to me by
the simple expedient of putting her feet on the bed to push, and
using my hair to pull herself up.
"Enough, David!" she pleaded/demanded in a broken-voiced
whisper before sinking her teeth painfully into my shoulder.
I could not agree more.
I reached behind her to undo the skirt. I sat up. She lay down
and lifted her hips from the bed. I stepped off the bed, and
undid the zipper at the back of the skirt. I grabbed skirt and
panties at her hips and started to pull them off her legs.
At mid-thigh, I pulled her legs up in front of me, and knelt on
the bed. I walked on my knees until my dick made contact with the
skin at the back of her thighs. I let go of her clothing to run
my hands down the side of the exposed skin at her thighs, down to
her hips, to take a grip on her waist. I used that grip to pull
her body closer to me. I ran my hands back onto her hips, up her
thighs, and kept moving upward pushing panties and skirt up to
her knees, along her calves, and off her feet. The clothes fell
next to her as I ran my hands back down on the outside of her
legs. I kept the pressure of my hands pushing inwards to keep her
legs together. I knelt up fully, and let go of her legs. She
dropped them on either side of me, until they got to my hips.
There she pulled them into my hips and used the pressure to guide
the slide down to where she could wrap her legs around my thighs
at her knees. She lay there spread before me with one leg wrapped
around each of my thighs. She was breathing faster now, and I
could feel my own, almost painful pace of filling and emptying my
lungs.
"Fuck!" I cursed.
She opened her green eyes to look at my face. I must have
looked angry and lost at the same time. She laughed and used my
thighs as an anchor to sit up to take a grip on my sides with her
hands. She pulled me down on top of her.
"Every uncrested Sibling I know is on the pill or Depo, David,"
she said laughing gloriously at me as she moved her hands to pull
my lips to where I could be kissed.
There are times when the mind reading thing works in your
favor.
I was at the edge of control and surrendered to it. I took
charge of the kiss as soon as our lips touched. I wanted and was
tired of waiting. I reached my right hand down underneath her
thigh and pulled her leg up to encircle my hip. She followed suit
with her right leg on her own. I felt her hand chase down my
side, between our stomachs to take a grip on my dick.
I felt her hand trying to guide me to her. I felt the head of
my dick butt into moisture. Her entire body shivered and she
bumped my forehead with hers. Neither of us reacted; she was lost
in the contact's pleasure, me in the in-between breath of
waiting. She gained control, and guided my dick back to her. I
felt a softer touch of moisture this time. I could feel the tip
of my dick opening her. I pushed my hips forward, forcing myself
inside her. Moist velvet pressure encircled the head of my dick.
I pulled my head back, and took a deep intake of breath in search
of a semblance of control.
Melisa did not want any of that shit.
She let go of my dick, to place both hands on my hips; I felt
her try to use her legs to pull me deeper inside her.
The deep breath had helped though. I held myself just inside
her. When she tried to pull me down, I pushed my hips away to
keep the depth I was seated inside her constant. She dug her
nails into my hips in protest.
She released the pressure of her legs, and sank her hips back
onto the bed. I followed her, again keeping just the head of my
hard-on inside her. When her mid-torso was fully on the bed, I
spread my left knee a little to the side, widening my stance. I
reached my left hand over her head for balance, and pushed my
right hand beneath her just below her lower back.
I used the leverage to push myself deeper inside her at a
torturously slow pace.
It had to be slow. She had a tiny, tight pussy and I was thick.
Her gasping breaths as I made her body take me inch by inch was
inciting me to pound myself into her. I waited as she took each
new inch for her body to adjust and moisten around me. An average
dick would have been tightly squeezed; it felt like her pussy was
trying to strangle the cum out of me.
I went as deep into her as I could at that angle. I pulled my
hand from her lower back, to her hip. I reached down to kiss her.
She kissed me back with an open-mouth reaching her tongue out and
into my mouth. She reached to grab my waist with both hands. She
used that hold to hitch her hips up and towards her head seating
me completely inside her.
The motion and added depth snapped my control.
I pulled back and thrust in hard.
Or I tried to pull back and thrust into her hard.
Her body had adjusted but not that much.
She growled in frustration at the blocking of the thrust. I
took her inch by inch again. She made deep throated noises as I
worked my way in and out of her slowly to give her body time to
ease our passing. It took a long time but finally I felt it. She
was still tight around me but her body stopped fighting me in an
attempt to reach something on the other side of both of us.
I pulled back and thrust hard.
Two more frantic thrusts and...
She arched her back and she put her hands onto the sides of my
chest to dig and scratch at me in reaction.
I pulled back and thrust again.
Her control snapped.
I felt a flood of wetness on my dick; a sudden increase in
heat. She pulled me down fully on top of her and bit into the
soft spot between shoulder and chest painfully.
The incredibly inappropriate thought of "How badly am I going
to be bruised by that?" interrupted the joy of completing Melisa.
The pain snapped my control back into place. I could still feel
the maddening pressure from my dick, but my mind cleared. I
thrust deep into her again, forcing another spasm. I held myself
deep inside her. I dug my hips into her, and circled them.
I stopped and held.
She came down off the high quickly. I pulled myself almost
completely out and began controlled thrusts into her. I could
feel a minute increase in the pressure from my dick. I held at
depth, letting the increase subside; when it did, I pulled myself
almost completely out again and used the same controlled thrusts.
I kept it up until I felt her breathing spike again. She moved
her hips in circular motion trying to spike my own pleasure. I
smiled; the motion increased the inward pressure produced by each
thrust on my body, the holding at the depth of her was not quite
reducing the pleasure enough.
I danced closer and closer to the edge.
Her breathing became more and more laborious, and the motion of
her hips more pronounced. The pressure at my dick increased; the
thrusts into her became less controlled as I reacted to my need
by applying more power to each stroke.
She stopped the circular motion and tried to match my
thrusting. We were not synchronized, but that made it worse. She
shortened some of my thrusts by meeting me beyond the halfway
point. Other times, she would lengthen the thrust by pulling away
from me.
Control snapped again.
I laid my weight on top of hers. I reached my hands underneath
to cup her ass. I dug my fingers into her as hard as I could and
used the hold to keep her pussy in place. I thrust desperately in
and out of her. I felt her hands reaching to my back as she
breathed in heated pants.
She drove her nails into my back.
I thrust faster and harder; I felt the edge. I held her ass
harder as the pace increased even more.
It started.
I felt my stomach contract as in the last thrust, something
deep inside me released, my entire body felt like a ball of
sensation, I could not hold it in. I had to give Melisa that part
of myself.
I came inside her.
I placed my face into her neck, and put my teeth on her skin. I
ground my hips into her as the orgasm exploded through me, and
into her.
I felt her gasp and her pussy tightened around me as my
thickening and mid-orgasm motion took her over the top. I wanted
to stop moving but the pleasure from my sensitized dick was too
much. I kept grinding and making small thrusts.
I felt her spasm again. She whispered something in my ear as
she squeezed me tightly with her arms and legs but my mind
refused to connect the sounds into words.
All motion stopped as suddenly as the last drive over the edge
started.
I lay on top her with my hands underneath her body, joined with
my First Sibling. She kept whispering to me, but I did not have
the energy to make out the words. She ran her hands up and down
my back. Our breathing returned to normal but I did not want to
get off her.
Finally, I sat up on my knees using my hands beneath her to
pull her up with me. She gasped and held onto me tightly. I did
not want her to carry my weight but did not want to break our
contact either. I aligned myself with the length of the bed and
carefully brought my legs around so that I was sitting with
Melisa straddled on my lap. Somewhere in the time after orgasm
and my beginning to settle, I had slipped out of her. I lay back
pulling her down on top of me.
She came down easily with one knee on each side of my hips. She
looked at me for a moment before softly kissing me again. After a
few more minutes, she wriggled in some discomfort. It had been a
hard ride and her body needed to relax. She kissed me and sat up
making the straddle more comfortable. She ran her nails on my
stomach in the same motions I had used on her sometime ago.
Her hair perfectly framed her face as she concentrated on
keeping contact with only her nails. She looked down at me with
that smug smile; I could see green flashes of humor in the depth
of her eyes.
The door opened up and Doris Alex peeked inside.
Melisa smiled at her and crawled off me. She lay beside me on
the side of the bed and put her left leg on top of me.
Doris Alex walked in and half-lay down on the bed. I noticed
that she had taken off the bra and her nipples were hard. Doris
Alex had healthy C cup breasts and my dick hardened in
appreciation. Her eyes moved to the part of me that wanted her
attention and she smiled.
Melisa and Doris Alex looked at each other for a long time
until Melisa nodded. Doris Alex climbed over Melisa and dropped
her lips on mine. She kissed softer than Melisa as if she wanted
more of it controlled by me. I did not think it was time yet but
could not stop myself from taking possession of the kiss with my
tongue. She made what was nearly a purring noise and opened her
mouth for my invasion.
It was a long time before I let her go.
She pulled herself off Melisa and looked at me.
They looked at me expectantly.
Those looks were not a test; they were measures. The Siblings
wanted to know something that could not have been in any of the
reports. I remembered the first night with Melisa.
I reached down between Melisa's legs and ran my finger through
her pussylips. She was moist probably more because of the kiss
between Doris Alex and I. I dipped two fingers just inside her.
I pulled them out and put them on Melisa's lips. I wet her lips
with her body's need. I looked at Doris Alex. She smiled
satisfied and kissed Melisa. It was as long and as filled with
want as our kiss had been.
They broke the kiss and looked at me.
It had not been enough.
I pulled on Melisa's leg spreading her wider. I put my fingers
on her pussy and delved deep inside her. I wanted my fingers
stained with Melisa and what I had given her. I pushed them as
deep into her as I could and tried to capture as much of both of
us as I could.
I pulled my fingers out of Melisa and Doris Alex grabbed my
wrist. She guided my hand to Melisa's lips. She did not touch my
fingers to the lips though. Instead, she grabbed my fingers with
her teeth, and pushed her lips down until they touched Melisa's.
They kissed around the essence of our sex. They worked in
unison to lick and suck every molecule of Melisa and I from my
fingers. They shared each iota of flavor with each other like
Melisa had done with me.
They broke the kiss again and Doris Alex climbed fully to lay
down along Melisa.
I looked at both of them.
"Have you two ever made love?" I asked. I would not have asked
except there was something NOT there between them.
They shook their heads.
"Never?" I asked surprised.
"We've played with each other," Doris Alex whispered looking at
me with her dark green eyes. They had brown spots that I was
absolutely fascinated by.
"We've kissed and gotten each other off with our hands but
we've never..." Melisa said. Her eyes were wide with a climbing
need.
"Why not?
They looked at each other and then back at me.
"Until now, there hasn't been a reason to," Melisa said.
Over the years, I developed some pet theories on Siblings. One
of them is that a Sibling in constant contact with a Brother has
an overwhelming need to say something at least once a week that
will make the Brother walk outside and make sure the sky is still
blue.
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