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Chapter 19

	I studied the Saturday night city skyline. I needed the time away
from home so I volunteered to close the restaurant for one of the other
busboys.
	Rachel was even angrier than after Melisa and I had our discussion
about manipulating me. I suspected Melisa wanted me to react to her
pushing the limit but Rachel had not yet seen Melisa at her manipulative
best. In truth, I enjoyed Melisa's manipulations; sort of like watching a
no net high-wire act.
	I could not say that I enjoyed having a Jason storm raised by Dr.
Lawren's challenge but then neither could she. My extended thoughtful mood
was making the Siblings irritable with each other and Rachel. If I had
bothered to care, the turmoil around me would have made my life
uncomfortable during the preceding two weeks.
	I considered the restaurant I worked in a McDonald's for people
with money. Nothing high-class enough to be intimidating but overpriced in
my opinion. I had finished resetting the tables to the Sunday
configuration and was standing with my tie in hand.
	"Hey, man. You still here?" I heard from behind me.
	I turned around to see the side-order cook walking up to me. I
shook his outstretched hand before replying.
	"Just got done, Josh."
	"Long night, man?"
	I shrugged.
	A regular Saturday always meant the same things: overbooked,
pissed off diners, pissed off management, and pissed off cooks. The
waiters if they had the time would have been pissed off to.
	"You work tomorrow, man?" he asked.
	"Nah, dude. Only work Fridays and Saturdays now," I replied with
another shrug.
	"School?"
	"Not really, just planning to put in more hours at my school job
this year."
	The ready lie; a Jason lesson in keeping people out.
	He nodded.
	"Wanna go for a beer at the go-go bar? Some of the guys already
headed that way," he asked.
	"Nah," I said looking at the city lights again. "I'm just gonna go
home and go to bed. Thanks anyway though."
	"Alright, if you change your mind stop by, I'll buy you the first
beer."
	He shook my hand and worked his way around tables to go out the
back door. I stood there for a few more minutes. I heard the other busboys
at the bar waiting for tips. I walked up to the bar and sat down to wait
with them.
	"Hey, Dave. Is that your Beamer?"
	There were two bartenders on Saturday; I looked at the one asking
the question.
	"It's my housemate's."
	Another ready lie.
	"Your housemate let's you drive her BMW?"
	I shrugged, even if it was my car sometimes I felt like I had to
ask Melisa to fit me into her schedule so I could drive it. I thought
about buying myself another and letting Melisa decide which color she
preferred on any given day. I had learned to accept that if there were two
identical things, one Melisa's and one David's, Melisa would always use
David's so buying her a car would not get me my car back.
	The bartender stared at me trying to find a way to get more
information. I only associated with one or two people at work so he would
have to wait until they asked. The other bartender finished the tip-out
and handed out the cash. I made a C-note and almost laughed remembering
the balance of my checking account. I sat while the bartenders cleaned up
and closed the bar. The manager and I made some small talk. He was alumni
of my University and wanted dates for a few events. I told him I would
email them to him. Finally, I walked to the back of the restaurant and up
to the employee dressing area. I could see a light under the management
office but did not think much of it. I changed, moving as if my body were
on autopilot. The two bartenders came up to change and left before I was
done. The restaurant manager opened the office and walk inside. I heard a
brief conversation and he came back out.
	"David's still here," he called into the office.
	"Hey, David can you do me a favor?" he asked.
	"What's up?" I replied.
	"Marie wants do about a half-hour's work so that she doesn't have
to come in tomorrow, but her car is in the shop. Can you keep her company
and wait with her for a cab when's she's done?"
	He looked like he had plans for the night and waiting for Marie
was not among them.
	"Yeah, no problem," I answered closing my locker.
	"You sure, man?"
	I shrugged.
	"Tell her to forget the cab, I'll give her a ride home."
	"Thanks a lot, man."
	He hurried inside as if he were afraid I would change my mind. He
came out carrying a change of clothes, said thanks again and rushed down
the steps.
	I walked up to the door. Marie looked up from the computer screen.
	"Hey, baby," she said in a teasing voice.
	"Hey, sweetie," I replied imitating her tone.
	I would say that the reasons Marie was one of the people I talked
to in the restaurant were altruistic. She was around my age with an
undergraduate degree in English literature, but altruism had nothing to do
with it. She was five foot seven with strawberry blonde hair, more
strawberry than blonde, and had the most incredible blue-green eyes. To
cap it off, she had the second best ass I ever saw on a woman. The best
was in grammar school and the girl eventually lost it so it probably did
not count. Quite a few of the guys tried their hands at getting into
Marie's pants but none that I knew of had succeeded. I saw the action and
decided not to bother. She always called me baby, so I teased her with the
sweetie.
	"Thanks for waiting," she said.
	"No problem. I'll give you a ride home too."
	"You don't have to, David," she told me.
	"It's no big deal. It's halfway to my place anyway."
	"You sure?"
	I put my bookbag down and sat at the chair next to the table.
Marie earned extra money at the restaurant by doing a lot of the
paperwork. I knew she was getting ready to quit and this was a way to
transition out. I also knew she was serious about her boyfriend but was
edging away from anything more seriously committed than having each
other's keys. We talked about it once on a slow day. She loved him, but
was not sure if that was it, nor was she was ready for happily ever after
to start.
	Having only witnessed the debacles called military marriages, I
had nothing to say about the staying power of 'til death do us part'.
	"How's your summer going?" she asked me.
	"It's okay. Taking a class. Found a place for the year," I
replied.
	"Nice place?" she asked as she continued to type in data.
	"It's cool. I'm lucky to have found it."
	"How're the housemates?" she asked smiling.
	Freshman and sophomore years had saddled me with shithead
roommates. At least my freshman year, it was the omnipresent smell of hash
that annoyed me. Even with my sensitive sense of smell, I would have
chosen that over the frat shithead.
	"Actually, I like my housemates. Three females and a guy."
	"I bet you like living with three women," she said.
	I shrugged.
	"I'm guessing that little blonde and the smokin' redhead."
	I nodded.
	Melisa needed my car to go window shopping for the Sibling
vehicles the day before. She dropped me off by the valet parking in front
of the restaurant. Doris Alex and her found it absolutely necessary to
express their overwhelming gratitude in public for my gift. It caused a
few raised eyebrows.
	"From those kisses, I'm guessing they're a little more than
housemates."
	"I regularly do the dishes," I replied.
	She laughed before returning to her work.
	"I heard you wouldn't be working here after next semester," she
told me.
	"I decided to follow you out, sweetie. How could I work here
without my Marie?" I teased.
	She laughed again.
	"I've already cut my Sundays."
	"I thought you needed this job?" she asked curiously.
	"I never needed the money," I said with a shrug.
	Jason and I spent very little money during our time in the
military and I had inherited his savings. Between the GI Bill and six
years of savings, I had been set for my time in college even before the
Brotherhood.
	"This was free spending money and time away from school."
	"You don't need that anymore?"
	"The house is time away from school," I answered honestly. "What
about you? You just graduated and you're still here."
	She glared at me comically.
	"I have a few offers, I'm waiting for the writing agent to get
back to me before I consider any others seriously."
	She applied for a position with a literary agent in the city. She
said she kicked ass and was waiting for him to call back.
	"How much longer are you going to wait?" I asked.
	"I called him yesterday. He has one more interview that was
rescheduled for Monday but unless that person is fantastic he said he
would be offering me the job."
	I nodded.
	"So with any luck, I'll be handing in my two weeks on Monday."
	I clapped.
	She reached over to poke my shoulder.
	I watched as she continued to enter numbers into the computer. She
was attractive in that girl next door fashion: very light skin, a dusting
of freckles on her nose, nicely shaped lips, healthy, not much in the
breast department but great breasts with that ass would have been too
much. The blue-green eyes put her over the top anyway; they changed color
with clothing, lighting and her mood.
	I wondered what color they would be in the middle of an orgasm,
maybe a dark green or a light blue.
	I shook myself internally. I sat quietly for ten minutes staring
at the ceiling thinking about my situation with Dr. Lawren. Her attempt to
score had cleared my head. Having her no longer mattered to me. I think
that annoyed her as much as it amused Professor Ryan.
	I watched Marie stop typing for a second to lean her head forward
and rub at the back of her neck.
	"I could do that if you want."
	She looked at me before nodding. I moved to stand behind her
chair. I put my hands down about two inches below her neck and applied
pressure. I understood her hesitation; most of the guys at the restaurant
had talked about her and tried to score her, their word. I never bothered,
mostly because considering female tastes there were much better choices
than me among the restaurant staff. Even though I complimented her and
showed interest in that "You're female, I'm male and let's not forget it"
way, I tried to make sure it was not intimidating. Marie gave me someone
to talk to when I was bored in the restaurant and that was more important
than finding out that I did, in fact, not have a chance with her.
	I thought about what had happened over the last few weeks, working
with my hands always allows me to think. I made a mistake with Dr. Lawren;
actually I made many mistakes. I played her game. A smaller mistake was
giving Melisa too much slack.
	The full confession of Melisa's maneuverings helped me understand
her much better. I never considered how different Melisa was from me. I
assumed she was the opposite of whatever I was. It was a bad assumption
and her goals exemplified how different we really were. I let her continue
with her plans. All of them were interesting even the ones I thought were
doomed to failure, like Rachel. The most surprising thing about her plans
was the depth to which she was winding herself around my life. I was being
used as a center point around whose gravity she could live her life. Her
need for someone else to be her center was one of the hardest things to
understand.
	My mistakes with Dr. Lawren were not as understandable.
	I rubbed the left side of Marie's neck. She leaned her head in the
opposite direction to give me better access. I switched from using
fingertips, to most of my fingers, to having my palm on her neck squeezing
and carrying that squeeze up and off her neck. After a minute, she leaned
her head the other way so I would switch sides.
	Fingertips, fingers, palms and then my entire hand coaxed her neck
into relaxing. I moved my hands to her shoulders and rubbed there when she
started typing again. I worked on her shoulders and the upper part of her
biceps and triceps.
	I let Dr. Lawren dictate the action. Her failed knife-thrust
shifted the power away from her but not necessarily towards me. The
Siblings watched us warily. I failed with Janet somehow and was close to
the same with Dr. Lawren. Melisa said it was Janet's failure but would not
tell me what she expected me to gain from my experiences with Dr. Lawren.
	I had not pressured her for that answer at the time of our
discussion. Melisa trying to make up for bad behavior was very
distracting.
	I moved my hands to the base of Marie's neck and trailed
fingertips to the skin behind her earlobes. I pressed in slightly and
moved my fingers in small circles. I traced the back of her ear with
applied pressure. I placed three fingers where her cheekbone and ear came
together and pushed her skin forward until I was on her temples. Moving in
slow backwards circles, I alternated the finger that rubbed the tension
away. Every few seconds I ran a finger across her forehead. I felt the
chair bump into me as she flexed her shoulders after a few minutes of
that. She stood up suddenly and without looking at me turned the chair
around so it was no longer in my way.
	I stopped for a second to consider. I knew she was having problems
with her boyfriend. He was applying serious pressure on the issue of a
larger commitment to each other.
	I let the thought pass.
	She had trouble concentrating and every few seconds the keyboard
went silent. I smiled, enjoying the game. I had been practicing my
backrubs on Melisa and Doris Alex since I moved into the house. I
graduated to not thinking of them as backrubs but clothed massages. I got
much better at it with partners always willing to be on the receiving end.
	I got much better at quite a few things with partners always
willing to be on the receiving end.
	I smiled as I realized I was having a hard time concentrating on
my thoughts of Dr. Lawren and the problem she represented.
	Starting between her shoulders, I worked my fingers to Marie's
shoulder blades waiting for her to say something. The keys went silent
again. I rubbed the upper part of her back for five minutes before she
moved again. She was wearing a light summer sweater because of the air
conditioning. She reached down to pull the sweater over her head, leaving
her in a white t-shirt and bra. I lowered my head to take a deep breath
and noticed she was wearing light brown string pants; summer pants that
look like sweats but are much thinner. The only thing that holds them up
is a string tied at the waist. On a normal woman they look good, with a
nice ass they look great, and if she has more than a nice ass you are in
trouble. On Marie, I was dead in the water.
	I had gotten better at not drowning though: the willing partners
and all.
	Another deep breath helped. While I tried to regain control, I put
my thumbs on opposite sides high on her back. I applied pressure bringing
the tips inward to touch at her spine. I moved my thumbs down the line
that bisected her.
	She leaned forward with her ass over the edge of chair. She put
her forearms on the back of the chair and rested her head on them. It was
a problem because her ass in that position made most of the blood in me
rush towards a central location. I also had trouble with my position so I
went down on one knee.
	I settled into a waiting pattern.
	I moved my hands to the top of her spine and rubbed my thumbs down
her back. I was staring down at the way her ass looked over the edge of
the chair. I wanted to make any decision to stop hard for her to vocalize.
	Her position forced the t-shirt, which was small, to ride up about
three inches. I touched the small of her back with my fingers. I was above
her pants, and she leaned forward exposing a line of skin the pants had
previously covered.
	I tested the water.
	I turned my thumbs toward each other and move them down to the
waist of her pants. I turned them so they pointed towards the floor. On
the turn, I got my thumbpads touching the skin beneath the waist of her
pants. I applied pressure towards her hips and then moved back towards her
spine until my thumbs touched. I inched my fingers towards her hips again.
	At this point, I dropped all pretense of not trying to have her
naked beneath me. I planned, with no expectation, but planning every move
that came next.
	I moved to the outside of her back still underneath her pants. I
kept going around the upper part of her hips. I kept going around her
waist. I pulled my thumbs out and turned my hands so that my fingers lay
on her stomach. Keeping them in contact with her skin, I brought them
around to her back again.
	She did not retreat no matter how much I pushed against her
willingness to continue. It was fun to play on the edge of our reluctance
for a while but eventually I had to make a definitive move. It was untying
the drawstring of her pants, which she answered by taking off her t-shirt.
	I could see the tension of wanting but not knowing if she wanted
to do the thing she wanted.
	I rubbed bare skin gently. I looked down to see that her pants
rode lower, halfway between her waist and the chair. I could see the
beginning of the cleft between her ass cheeks above light tan panties.
They were classic panties for the most part if not as wide. I traced lines
with my fingers in random places along her back.
	I ran a finger on the line of Marie's panties along her back,
around her right hip to the middle of her stomach. My other hand met it
there and completed the circle around her body.
	I played with her bra clasp telling her with my hands more was
coming. The clasp was a point of no return and she tensed every time I
approached it. I almost laughed wondering if she was sitting there
thinking "God, get fucking to it!"
	This whole male/female thing would be a lot easier if asking "Do
you want to have sex?" were not so unseductive.
	I ran my fingers along the bra almost to the front. She tensed as
my fingers touched the sides of her breasts. I stopped moving while
keeping my fingers in contact with her. She relaxed but seemed expectant.
I put my palms on her body, not moving my fingers. I traveled my hands
down her sides. I kept moving downwards, pushing her pants further off her
body. I turned my hands so that my nails touched her ass and traced it
along the chair.
	She pushed her hips back, forcing her ass out a little more. I was
where I wanted to be so I enjoyed a few fantasies I had about Marie as I
played with her ass. I probably did it for a lot longer than I should
have.
	A Sibling does not mind waiting that first time, or any other. The
thoughts that a Sibling does not mind much at all if it involves being
naked with a Brother, and that they were my new standard occurred to me.
	The skin at her hips tightened as she squeezed her ass in reaction
to my touch. Her feet moved restlessly. I put my hands on her hips and
pushed my fingers into her pants. Deciding to tease, I returned to
massaging her back. She wriggled her ass on the chair.
	There was no question she wanted it all now. I was the one who
would have to fuck it up for us to stop. Her body had been convinced. I
moved my hands up her spine, and without hesitation undid the bra clasp.
	She took a sharp breath.
	I gave her newly bare skin the attention it deserved. I touched
her from hairline down to the skin covered by her panties. Kneeling down
had become uncomfortable so I sat back on my heels. I concentrated on the
small of her back and ass.
	Light touches, rubs, tracings; anywhere that I could study the
contact of my hands on her body. I leaned forward and warmed the skin at
the small of her back with my breath. She arched her back slightly.
	She wanted now, not just her body wanted, she wanted.
	I could have but it was not enough.
	It hit me hard.
	It was never going to be enough again.
	I leaned forward and kissed the base of her spine. She gasped as
my lips touched her skin. I extended my tongue to taste her. I wet her
skin along the line of her panties, left then right.
	It would never be enough again.
	She was giving but I wanted more.
	I kissed a line from the base of her spine to her neck. I put my
hands on her hips and sat back on my heels. I spread my knees as far as I
could and guided her down between my legs. She came without struggle.
	I put my hands on her stomach and drifted upwards to cup her
breasts. I pulled her back so that her naked back was against me. I kissed
the hollow between neck and shoulder.
	I wanted everything.
	I kissed her neck as I caressed her nipples.
	I did not want just her body.
	I let go of her breasts and moved my hands up lifting the bra. She
raised her arms to allow me to remove it from her body. It came off her
hands and fell between her legs.
	I wanted everything she was.
	I put my teeth on the back of her neck as my hands renewed their
attention on her breasts. I ran my thumbpads in tight circles around
tighter nipples. I bit the muscle between her shoulder and neck. Her
breathing turned harsh as her excitement grew.
	Even if it only lasted for the time we were naked, I wanted
everything she was.
	My hands trailed down her stomach until they were on the inside of
her thighs. I pulled them apart slowly. I pushed my body towards her and
she leaned forward. I kept going and she had to get on her knees.
	Marie was offering her body, but I wanted what a Sibling gave me
during the moments we came together.
	Everything they are.
	I knelt up bringing her head back onto my chest. My hands touched
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 Marie.
	I had wanted her when I did not know what I wanted so I was right
to.
	I brought my hands back down to touch her breasts. Her hands moved
behind her 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. I leaned back slightly keeping her in
contact with my body. I ran my hands along her torso, breasts, her arms,
and her face. I reached up and touched her palms, massaging small circles
in them with my thumbs.
	They were not all conscious thoughts. They were felt, absorbed and
the disappointment of being given something not full pushed aside for the
moment.
	I got on my knees, taking her with me. I held her body to me and
felt her pants fall. I kissed her neck and brought my hands down her side.
At her hips, my hands move behind her to play with her buttocks. I
touched, cupped, and rubbed. I enjoyed the touch of my hands on the parts
of her ass the panties did not cover. I traced the cleft between buttocks
with a finger, then two.
	I brought my hands back to her breasts and was more forceful with
my play at her neck and shoulders.
	My hands explored down her stomach to her panties. Her thighs were
spread wide waiting for my touch. I traced the upper line of her panties
one last time before I turned my fingers so my nails touched her skin. I
separated cloth from her body and inserted my fingers inside her panties.
I kept going down until I touched pubic hair. I kissed her neck while my
other hand held her close. Her breathing became ragged, and uncontrolled.
	I held her with her head leaning forward as I gave attention to
the back of her neck. I wove circles, and lines through her pubic hair. I
pressed on her pubic bone and danced circles above her clit.
	She gasped and moved her hips restlessly. I put my other hand
inside her panties. I placed my fingers carefully above her pubic line and
massaged the skin on the inside of her hips. She leaned forward a little
bringing her ass in contact with my groin and rubbed herself on me in
response. My hands moved further down into her pubic hair; then further
down to the turn to her pussy. I placed finger 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 and was doing my best not to touch her pussy. I rubbed
the space between thigh and the center of her pleasure.
	She moaned, not loudly but enough to declare approval and a desire
for more. She straightened a little, giving me better access. All of a
sudden she moved her hips in an attempt to have my fingers touching her
being.
	I pulled out to prevent it.
	She would be touched but not yet.
	I took my hands out of her panties, only to put my thumbs inside
the straps at the side. Bringing my hands down, I pushed them off of her
hips, ass, and pussy, and down to her knees. I placed my hand on the
middle of her back and pushed her upper body forward. I ran a hand down
the front of her right thigh while placing teeth on her hip. I pushed her
panties and pants against her knee. She lifted it to help remove them.
Once past her knee, I kissed my way across her buttocks to the other side.
I touched my teeth on that hip as I ran my hand down her thigh. As she
lifted her knee, I pushed her panties and pants past that barrier.
	I sat back without looking at her, I reached down 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, realizing
I had not taken off any of my own clothing. She was bent over with her
head on her hands supporting her upper body with the chair. Her
wonderfully shaped ass was in front of me. She was exposed to me and I sat
enjoying the sight. I ran my fingers along her feet, ankles and calves. I
reached over and touched her ass. I fondled it carefully enjoying every
second of attention I could give Marie. I ran my right hand almost to her
pussy but not quite, circled her, and moved 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 with light passes on her skin and cleared my other foot
of shoe and sock. I came up on my knees and walked forward until I touched
the back of her thighs and her ass. I took off my t-shirt. I reached down
and pulled her upper body into contact with my naked skin. I let my hands
play along her breasts and stomach.
	Her hands came around to run through my hair.
	She rubbed her ass more aggressively against my groin. I brought
one hand down to run through her pubic hair again. I felt her hands try to
work my belt. I ran a finger between her pussylips. I dodged a headbutt as
her head snapped forward and back in reaction to the touch. I undid my
belt and jeans. I pushed them and my briefs down my hips. She recovered
from the brief contact to her pussy and inadvertently made my job
difficult by pushing back with her hips. My dick escaped confinement and
touched her skin. It felt good and she reacted to the sudden heat with a
small jump forward. Then realizing what had happened, she pressed back
until my dick was in contact with as much of her skin as she could touch
me with.
	She rubbed my cock with her ass. It felt fantastic but I wanted
'slowly' to be the motto of our encounter.
	I put my hands on her hips to stop her motion. I held her long
enough for her to realize nothing would continue unless we did it my way.
	She swayed, a torturous move of that beautiful ass against my
dick.
	I pushed my clothes down my thighs and off my legs. I sat back on
my heels, reached up and pulled her to me. The contact was better than
before as I brought my thighs against her. She rubbed her ass on my dick
trying to get me to go faster.
	I touched her back, her arms, her shoulders, her neck and
everywhere else I could reach. 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, hanging her head down.
	Soon.
	We both knew it.
	Soon.
	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 to
kiss, lick, and bite. She reacted to every touch. The scent of her arousal
was overpowering. 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, and down, trying to position me to enter her. I
pulled back until she stopped and then placed myself carefully back on her
cleft. I touched the sides of her body with my hands and pulled her back
so that my dick rode the valley of her ass. I pulled back suddenly and
positioned myself to bump her clit as my hips came forward.
	I held the contact.
	I reached down, and ran the head of my dick up and down her lips.
I rubbed myself against her clit.
	Melisa had learned to hate that but not really. She did not like
it, but not really. She hated it while it was happening but afterwards
begged me to do it longer next time.
	I rubbed the head of my dick on Marie's lips, on the skin between
labia and thigh, up and down her clit. I pulled back and put my hand
between us. I forced her upper body down more until she pushed the chair
out of the way and put her hands on the floor with her arms straight. I
put my hand on her. I used my fingers to rub her lips. She wriggled her
ass a lot more as I inserted a finger.
	She was wet, hot, and ready.
	I moved the finger in a slow circle just inside her. I pulled back
out and moved down to her clit. It was fully extended, and needing
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.
	She let out small noises and her head moved up and down. I
continued the circles with one hand as the other explored her asscheeks
with light caresses. I stopped the circles and held two fingers against
her. She moved against them. The motions became more intense as she drove
herself to orgasm. I moved my fingers in the opposite direction of her
gyrations. My other hand was trailing nails along her spine. The noises
emanating from her strengthened. Her motion against my fingers became more
violent, making it tough for me to go counter her body's movements.
	I reached across us, having to move slightly, to my bookbag lying
next to the table. 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, and pulled out one of the packages. I centered myself behind her and
placed the package between my teeth to rip it open.
	One handed is difficult but not impossible and with Marie kneeling
in front of me, wanting more, it was easy to stave off frustration.
	I pulled my hand off her back, and grabbed my dick before pushing
forward. I replaced my fingers with the head of my dick. She reacted to
the change in temperature, texture, and rigidity. Her movement became
controlled; trying to stave off the orgasm while letting it come closer. I
helped by moving my dickhead against her clit.
	I felt the moment come and smiled. She released a long low moan as
she clenched her ass. She came, not how she wanted but her body rebelled
against waiting any longer. She rested her head on her hands. Her ass
tightened and released.
	I grabbed her hip with my left hand, not letting her slide
forward. I waited another second for her to start the descent from
sensation. I adjusted my cock so it was at the entrance of her pussy. She
started a deep breath of recovery and at the upper limit of it I
penetrated into her.
	She raised her upper body with her hands, arched her back, and
pushed backwards to drive me deeper inside her. She screamed a small cry
of pleasure.
	I took a firm grip on her hips, pulled back and drove forward to
seat my cock completely inside Marie. Her pleasure spiked and she pressed
her forehead against the carpet.
	I waited, comfortable where I was.
	Her pussy gripped and released me.
	I had a long wait while her body pulsed with another orgasm. She
pushed herself up on her arms again. She moved her ass in circles to
entice me to finish our ride. I pulled back and drove forward. Her back
arched as I accentuated the motion in and out of her.
	Back, slow, easy, long.
	Forward, slow, easy, deep.
	I felt her pussy grip me, fighting the backward motion of my dick.
She released me, giving her body to the penetration.
	I wanted her but what had been found missing in her kept me
controlled.
	Slow, easy, deep.
	It continued until she lost control of the circles her hips were
moving in. I looked down, pulling her hips backward 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 would take everything Marie had to offer.
	I brought my hand around her body. The hand traveled down her
stomach into her pubic hair and onto her clit. I could touch my latex
covered penis. I rubbed her clit hard. She reacted to it by wriggling
madly. I stopped, pulled almost completely out and quickly pushed in. She
reacted to that motion by pulling forward and back again forcing me almost
completely out of her and a more violent penetration than I had wanted. I
used my other hand to keep her ass in contact with me, holding her in
place while one hand worked on her clit.
	She moved her ass in circles striving to get me to fuck her hard.
	I pulled back and out completely. I swapped the hand working on
her clit. I penetrated her with a finger while trying to keep some
pressure on her clit. 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 on her anal
opening.
	She reacted; her head came up and she tried to raise the angle her
ass 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 forcing her towards
orgasm.
	She did not want to but her body was beyond rejecting me as her
third orgasm approached. She stilled when I took the pleasure of my
fingers away.
	She pushed back beginning the penetration of my cock into her ass.
	I put the pressure of my fingers back on her clit, and she sighed
in relief. Her ass was motionless. I spread her asscheeks with one hand
and rewarded her clit with the other. I grabbed my cock and held it still.
I pushed forward into her ass.
	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.
	The rest would be easier having gotten the crown inside but I had
to let her adjust. The pleasure on her clit had leveled off and I waited
with everything inside me screaming to take her. Her orgasm peeked around
the corner to make sure it was safe to make its presence felt again.
	I penetrated deeper into her.
	It was tortuous but the pressure on me was so intense it was worth
it. It was a long time before I was completely inside her; stopping
whenever she leveled off again, only to push forward as her need to orgasm
became insistent.
	Finally, I was fully fucked into Marie's ass.
	The hand underneath her made the position uncomfortable but the
incredible feeling of her around my dick had discomfort fighting pleasure,
and like with Marie, 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 flowered with
my dick in her ass.
	Her body nearly collapsed as her legs gave 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 down with her slide. She was resting
on her stomach, her ass held up a bit by my dick.
	Once she achieved a final resting position, I put my hands on
either side of her, supporting my weight and pumped back into the depth of
her ass. 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 was totally inside her. I kept the slow pumping motion, in and
out of her ass. I did not want to hurt her and the pressure made up for
not being able to fuck hard into her. I kept up the slow in and out
motion, until felt the explosion begin to build inside me.
	She must have felt the change in size because she moaned and
worked her hips up to give my penetrations more force. I was trying to not
thrust hard but the need to cum took command of my actions. I drove myself
completely inside her with one hard thrust.
	She finished it for me. She moved her ass up and down my length as
much as she could with my weight on top of her. It was only an inch, but
her desire for my pleasure put me over the top. I came down, and bit her
neck as an intense orgasm took my body over. She kept moving her ass
underneath me as my dick jerked inside her. I shifted my hips, giving an
inch of penetration away and took it back to get everything from the
experience.
	I lay on her back for a minute enjoying the sensation of my dick
softening inside her. I pulled out and reached down to remove the condom.
I put in the garbage can next to our heads. I lay down and pulled her into
my arms.
	Later, we were in the shower. The owner was somewhat spoiled so
his office had to have the full amenities. I wanted to thank him for the
luxuries as Marie knelt in front of me. Her back was to the showerhead and
she was caressing my dick with her mouth. Slowly, ever so slowly she took
me inside her mouth. She pulled off me and licked me with long touches of
her tongue. We had lain on the carpet for a while; I tried to rub out some
of the carpet burn on her knees. We talked, we played, and it led to the
steamy shower. After a much heated beginning to the shower where we soaped
each other to 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. The Siblings
were safe and before them I had regular testing so I nodded seriously. I
knew about her and Derik so I was as comfortable with it as I could be.
She was amazed by my strength as I held her up against the shower wall. My
hands were on the wall and her body rested in the cradle of my arms. I
smiled as she commented that I had to have a lot of endurance to hold her
off the ground with so little strain. I fucked into her slowly and taught
Marie a new standard of endurance. She marked my shoulder with her teeth
as I thrust a pair of orgasms into her. She pulled my head against her
neck and my lips touched her skin wanting to mark her also.
	"DO IT!" she exclaimed.
	I sucked on her skin hard, darkening it almost immediately. She
screamed in orgasm as cum flooded her insides.
	I got the answer to my question. Her eyes were a dark green when
passion overcame her.
	I drove her home.
	"This isn't going to happen again, is it, David?" she asked
looking up at her window.
	"No, it's not," I admitted.
	"Why?"
	I put my hands on my face and put my elbows on the steering wheel
thinking about how to answer that question. I felt the answer but I did
not know how to vocalize it yet.
	"You are a woman I want, Marie," I said finally. "But you're not
'what' I want."
	"Can I be that?" she asked.
	I turned to look at her.
	"I don't know how to ask you," I answered honestly. "I don't know
how people become that."
	I stared into her eyes.
	"Why did you do it?" I asked her.
	She nodded as if I deserved an answer.
	"Did you ever know when someone didn't love you?" she asked with
tears shining in her eyes.
	"Yeah, there's like five or six billion people that don't love me,
Marie. I only know one that did."
	I looked out the window.
	"I know one that I think does."
	"The little blonde?"
	I nodded.
	"She does love you, David," she said quietly. "Maybe it's not a
fully matured love, but it's there."
	I turned to look at her.
	"That's the problem," she said looking up to her window. "I love
Derik but he doesn't love me. He loves what he thinks the rest of his life
should be."
	I did not have anything to say to that.
	"How's the little blonde going to react to you and me?" she asked
turning back to me.
	"If she ever finds out, she's probably going to come looking for
you," I said honestly.
	Her eyebrows shot up.
	"I get the feeling she wants me to share everything with her.
She's not going to be satisfied with just the taste that she can get from
my lips."
	Marie laughed freely at that. She put her hand on her neck and
touched the spot where I had marked her.
	"Thank you for this," she said. "It's going to give Derik the way
out he's been looking for."
	The tears were flowing freely.
	"You know we never kissed," she said suddenly.
	I nodded.
	"We did all of that but we never kissed."
	I reached across to touch her hair. She turned her face as I
pulled her towards me.
	We kissed.
	
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	I got out of the car and walked into the patch of woods. I never
really considered where to attend college after I left the military. I
chose a school close to where Jason and I grew up as if there were no
other choice.
	The woods were dark but the smell of the place brought back
memories.
	Jason and I running through every day, climbing trees as high as
we could and hiding from the world.
	It felt like the trees remembered me. I climbed one and sat on its
thickest branch. I looked down at the ground below and summoned the storm
of memories.
	Torturing my high school tormentor: we did it in the dark and must
have looked like pagans around a sacrificial fire.
	Little Billy, whose daddy thought bringing in two older boys would
turn his son into a man.
	It only...
	Brittany and Jason sitting in a tree.
	K-I-S-S-I-N-G
	Brittany kissing me.
	Jason believed in sharing everything.
	I had not returned to the woods since Jason's death. He was
waiting inside me for when I did and whispered the answers to my
questions.
	Melisa probably understood better than any of us.
	She was not really my First.
	A long time before I ever saw a white faced ring; Jason had
trained me for Siblings.
		
						-----

	She looked surprised when she opened her door.
	Dr. Lawren had let me create a space between us. There had been no
late appointments for a couple of weeks, no teasing, and no attempts to
make her mine.
	"Mr. Feather?" she said questioningly. "How can I..."
	Her arm released the door as I brushed past her. I walked into the
center of her living room. I heard her close and lock the door.
	"David, you shouldn't be here," she said quietly.
	She was wearing a red oriental robe and looked like she had been
awake for a while but had not yet started her day.
	I turned to study the Sibling named Susan Lawren.
	I opened my mouth and spoke the key that I found in the woods.
	"The answer is yes."


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