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Chapter 23



   Melisa and Rachel took off for the weekend without telling any of us.  I
noticed the empty feel of the house immediately.  Saturday morning, Michael
asked Doris Alex and Janet if the girls had gone out early.

   "They didn't spend the night here," Janet said staring at Michael.

   He nodded and changed the subject to Janet's new car.  I wished he had
not bothered when the two of us ended up stuffed in the miniature backseat
while Janet showed off how fast her car could take varying turns.  I think
Doris Alex laughed more at us than Janet's attempt to find every speed trap
in the state.

   We had a late lunch and headed back.  The other girls were still not
home and Michael suggested our first pool party.  Being Siblings, it had to
be a mostly naked event.  Within an hour, I was the only one wearing my
bathing trunks.  I sat and watched the three Siblings try to have a
threesome in the pool.

   They were more successful when the action moved to my bed.  I was
dragged in eventually, which turned it into a full-blown orgy complete with
christening my floor (Michael and Janet) and my computer table (Doris Alex
and Janet).

   Rachel and Melisa returned late Saturday night to find three very
satisfied Siblings eating take-out Chinese in the living room.  They were
quickly invited to join in which surprised them.  I promised myself I would
remember that sexual satisfaction made for less conflict in
Sibling-to-Sibling relationships.

   The truce lasted a wonderfully quiet fifteen minutes.  It was Doris Alex
that kicked off the new wave of hostilities.

   "David gave Janet permission to spend another week," she said innocently
to Rachel.

   From a certain perspective it was the truth but strictly speaking I did
not remember Janet asking me anything.  I sighed and sat back to watch the
action.  Melisa made it to thirty seconds before her favorite word for
Janet slipped out of her mouth.

   "Bitch!"

   It exploded into a full-blown out shouting match after that.  I studied
the Siblings individually.  Michael was egging Melisa and Janet to greater
and greater heights of frustrated anger.  Melisa looked like she was a hair
away from trying to pull all of Janet's out by the roots.  Janet was daring
her to try with every word she threw back in my First's face.  Doris Alex
looked very satisfied.

   Doris Alex had taken a different road to her goals and I noted her
preference for the subtle knife.  I turned to catch Rachel studying me. 
She had been part of the argument initially but was now staring at me.  I
smiled and her eyes widened.  I looked between Melisa and Janet.  I turned
back to Rachel.  She studied the shouting for a second and her eyes widened
again.  My laughter cut through the argument.

   "I want to watch a movie so you ladies will have to take the foreplay
somewhere else," I said.

   Melisa blushed prettily and Janet pouted at me.  Doris Alex stuck her
tongue at me when she was sure no one else could see.  Michael tried to
look innocent as Rachel walked out of the room.  Melisa followed her after
a final hard look at Janet.

   "You didn't have to do that, David," Doris Alex said.

   "God!  I want to put a collar on that bitch!" Janet said throwing
herself on the couch and pounding on a throw pillow.

   "Rachel?" Michael teased only to catch the pillow full in the face.

   "You're going to give her to me someday, right?" Janet demanded looking
at me.

   "If I can give you to Melisa for a week, you can have her for a day?" I
said grabbing the remote control before Michael could get his hands on it.

   "That's unfair!" Doris Alex said.

   Doris Alex, champion of Sibling rights.

   "Okay," I said.  "If I can give you to Doris Alex, Michael, and any
other Sibling in the area for a day, then you can have Melisa for a day."

   "Sounds fair to me!" Doris Alex agreed quickly.

   "Go for it, girlfriend!" Michael said bobbing his eyebrows at Janet
lecherously.

   "You're serious?" Janet asked.  "I can have Melisa for a day."

   "I've outlined the terms," I said getting up to pop in a movie.

   There was silence for a couple of minutes.

   "Are you going to be there?" Janet asked.

   "Of course."

   "I mean when you give me to each Sibling," Janet said.

   "I have to make sure that you're living up to your end of the bargain,"
I pointed out starting the movie.

   "Are you going to be a part of it?" Janet asked taking a deep breath.

   "That's something for your owner of the day to decide," I said.

   "Even the chippie Siblings?" she asked.

   I turned to smile at her.

   "You wouldn't want Heather to feel left out, would you?"

   "And after that Melisa is mine?" she pushed.

   "There are limitations, Janet," Doris Alex said in a voice I had never
heard her use.

   Commanding.

   "Yes, Sibling," Janet said immediately.

   "She will be yours, but only David and you can be there," Doris Alex
said.

   I could almost see the hard lines Doris Alex was drawing in the sand.

   "I would never..." Janet said angrily.

   Doris Alex raised a hand to stop her.

   "I want you to understand that interfering with the Society's plans for
David will cost you everything," Doris Alex said and turned to watch the
movie.

   Both Michael and Janet looked uncomfortable for a couple of minutes.

   "I would never hurt Melisa, David," Janet said.

   Her words were for Doris Alex's sake but I nodded to accept them.

   "Can I have a day where you own both of us as equals instead?" Janet
whispered.

   I turned to look at her.  She looked away but was drawn back to my eyes.

   "The two of you in tiny leather slave outfits," I said with a smile. 
"I'm going to like that."

   She grabbed my shirt and pulled me over the back of the couch.  She
dragged me into my room and demanded to be fucked hard.

   She forgot to take off her panties again.



   ----



   Things quieted down after that.

   Melisa avoided Janet so that no more sparks would fly between them. 
Janet was too busy trying to convince me she should be given away sooner
rather than later to cause any problems.  I had plans for my great Janet
giveaway so I did what I could to shut her up whenever she tried too hard.
I found it was hard for her to speak if she was on her knees with my dick
in her mouth, although she was also pretty quiet if I was lying down and
she had my dick in her mouth.

   I was sitting having lunch at the cafe when Rachel sat down.  I smiled
and waited for her to speak first.

   "I never know how to say thank you the right way to you," she said.

   "You got your grade," I said taking a bite out of my sandwich.

   Rachel never grabbed food from my plate so I did not feel the need to
move it farther away from her like I did with the others.

   "I got an A," she said.  "And a whole of lot of satisfied requirements."

   "Feels good to satisfy requirements."

   "I still don't know how to say thank you," she said putting her elbows
on the table.

   We stared at each other for a minute.

   "You don't have to say thank you," I said picking up my sandwich again.

   "No, I don't," she said quietly.  "I just have to ask you for something
and it's there.  You don't even expect a thank you."

   I shrugged.

   "I'm not going to move into the chapter house yet," she announced.

   I shrugged again.  She got up and walked away without saying goodbye. 
Alyssa set her tray down and sat in the chair Rachel had vacated.

   "Oh good!  You brought food to replace what you're going to steal from
me," I quipped.

   "I'll trade you my salad for your fries," she offered cheerily.

   "A truly ingenious way of making sure you eat healthy," I said.

   "Huh?"

   "Well, you seem to find my food more appetizing than yours, so I'm sure
you'll eat all of the salad if it's on my side of the table, blissfully
ignoring those horribly bad for your weight fries on your side of the
table."

   "Cool," she said and switched our trays.

   At least, she had the decency to buy a sandwich I could eat.  She
instantly drove a fork into my new salad.

   "So what's new with you and Rachel?" she asked between bites.

   "Nothing that I know of," I replied.

   "You know, David, you treat her like she's some kind of goddess that
you're not good enough to touch," she said staring at me.  "Ask her to boff
and get it over with.  She'll be stupid and say no.  Then before you can
blink, I'll be naked in your bed."

   "Rachel is not what is stopping you from being naked in my bed, Alyssa."

   "No, having Doris Alex trying to seduce me is too much fun to stop it so
soon by jumping into your bed."

   "I could arrange for Doris Alex to be on the bed waiting for you," I
pointed out.

   Her fork froze.

   "Really?" she asked seriously.

   I nodded.

   "Is that what it takes to be with you?"

   I looked the question at her.

   "To do what you want, when you want it?"

   "Are you afraid of that?" I asked.

   She put her fork down and stared at the table.

   "I'm afraid of wanting it," she whispered.

   I waited for her to look at me.

   "You already want it, Alyssa," I said softly.  "You're afraid of
grabbing it."

   "Is that why Doris Alex wants me?" she asked.  "Because you told her to
come get me."

   I smiled and shook my head.

   "It isn't me she wants you for," I said.

   "Dr.  Ryan?"

   "You're closer."

   "Both of you," she said with widening eyes.

   "Sort of," I said.

   "And if you told her to stop?" she asked with unwilling eyes.

   "You can be assured that if I asked, Doris Alex would never speak
another word to you again."

   "If I told you I wanted her to stop, would you tell her to?"

   "No, Alyssa," I said.  "You have to ask me to tell Doris Alex to stop or
you have to tell me to make her stop."

   "Why, David?" she asked with a look of soul deep confusion in her eyes.

   "Here's what I'll do for you, Alyssa," I said.  "For the next two
minutes, I'll accept telling me you 'want' her to stop as you telling me to
'make' Doris Alex stop."

   I gave her the privacy of not looking at her.  She was quiet for five
minutes.

   "Rachel's never going to do that, you know," she said.

   "What?"

   "Jump when you say jump."

   "You think Melisa jumps when I say jump?" I asked.

   "It's not going to happen between you and Rachel, David," she said
gently.  "I know her."

   "Did it surprise you that Doris Alex and Janet jump when I say jump?" I
asked.

   "'Jump into bed!' isn't really telling someone to jump," she teased.

   "Jump into my bed!" I commanded with a smirk.

   She forced herself to swallow her food.

   I snapped my fingers and tried to look disappointed.

   "Not yet, huh?"

   She gave me a humorously dirty look.

   "So is it working?" I asked.

   "Is what working?" she asked eating more of my salad.

   "Doris Alex's seduction."

   If she had been naked, I could have verified that the blush covered
every inch of her body.



   ----



   The peace at the house made for a relaxing week.

   The sorority sisters moved into the chapter house throughout the week.
Each new set of arrivals gave me a couple of hours alone, as the female
Siblings were required to give them tours.  The sorority threw an open
house that turned into a late party on Friday but no one was surprised I
chose to stay at home rather than be thanked as effusively as some of the
sisters wanted to.

   With classes set to begin on Tuesday, I headed out to buy my books early
Saturday afternoon.  It was not the best choice with freshmen moving in and
packing the bookstore with parents crazy to buy little Bobby or Susie brand
new books, most of which little Bobby or Susie would not open the entire
semester.  I managed to get out of there with my books and headed over to
the cafe for lunch.  It was even more packed than the bookstore.  I headed
home after eating and noticed Janet's car in the driveway.  She moved into
the sorority house that morning so I was a little surprised having expected
her to be busy with Malia and Heather the whole weekend.  I opened the door
and walked into the living room.

   They were waiting for me.

   Rachel was hanging out by the doors to the living room as if she wanted
to see what would happen but looked ready to run.  Melisa was holding her
hand tightly.  Doris Alex and Janet were sitting bookend to the new
Siblings.  Michael was staring at the two girls like he was waiting for me
to say 'fetch'.

   "Malia, Heather," Janet said formally.  "This is Brother David."

   "That makes me sound like priest," I said.  "So David will do."

   Both girls smiled and their shoulders relaxed so I guessed it was
something they had heard before.  I had planned for this, which made things
easier.  I walked to stand in front of Malia and looked down into her dark
brown eyes.  She stood up so that her lips were a couple of inches from
mine.  The pictures in her profile had shown the warmth of a Hawaiian
girl's skin tone.  They had shown that her breasts would fit comfortably in
my hands and that her hips were racing colt slim.  She was pretty more than
beautiful; someone you could talk to if she carelessly tossed a smile in
your direction.

   I kissed her full lips.  She tasted like the ocean spray of a wave when
it crashed against the rocks.

   "You taste salty," I whispered to her.

   She nodded and wrapped her arms around my neck to pull me into another
kiss.  Like the tide, she pulled me deeper until I put my hands under her
shirt to be skin to skin with her.  She gasped as I touched the small of
her back.  Her skin was warm as if she had come in from sunbathing.  I
grabbed the bottom of her loose shirt and pulled it over her head.  Her
hair fell back wildly giving me a preview of how it would look after sex.
Her eyes were surprised when I put my hands at her waist and pushed down
her string pants.  She did not protest and stepped out of her sandals so I
could take her pants off.  I stood up and reached behind her to untie her
bathing suit top.  I pulled it away from her body and took a step back.

   "Could one of you move a little to the left?" Michael said from behind
me.

   I ignored it only to hear him sigh and get up.  He plopped down
somewhere that must have given him a better view.  I looked at Malia's
breasts.  Her nipples were milk chocolate drops, darker than her skin but
lighter than her hair.  I looked farther down at the teal bathing suit
bottom that fit tightly on her body.

   "That's your uniform in my house," I said.

   She looked down at herself.

   "If you are ever wearing more than a bathing suit bottom and sandals
when I set foot in my house, I'll give everyone present that isn't a
Brother a spanking they will never forget."

   Malia looked around the room nervously.

   "Do panties count?" she asked.

   "If they don't cover more than the smallest of your bathing suits," I
replied.

   "I have some really small bathing suits," she said with a cute sexy
smile.

   I stepped close and reached behind her.  The back of her bottoms was
more substantial than a thong but I could palm the bare bottom of each
asscheek.  I pulled her against me tightly and she rubbed against my groin
as we kissed.

   "Janet will take you shopping for new underwear if you have any that's
too big," I told her with my forehead against hers.

   She nodded and gave me a quick kiss.

   "Shopping!" Janet exclaimed breaking everyone except Malia and me into
loud laughter.

   I moved too suddenly for Malia to avoid it.  I had her over my shoulder
between blinks.  Her shriek of surprise was sharp.  I turned around and
carried Malia out of the living room.  I turned towards the back of the
house.  I heard footsteps behind as everyone followed to see Malia's
reaction to my 'feel at home' gift.  I opened the back door and walked onto
the porch.

   The pool had been completed quickly but Michael's demands about the
surrounding structure caused the first set of contractors to balk.  The
second set of contractors tried to change Michael's mind about what would
make Malia happiest.  The third laughed until Michael brought them to me. I
was not amused by their humor especially when Michael told me if the delays
continued the building would not be finished before it was too cold out for
Malia to swim.  The pool was heated so being in the water would be no
problem but I agreed with Michael that a wet Malia hanging around the pool
was a spectator sport I was interested in becoming an avid fan of.  My
opinion on the situation was enough for Michael to get Melisa's approval on
a large enough bonus from her discretionary funds that the contractors saw
the light behind his madness.

   Michael ran ahead to open the door to the pool.  The building was made
of thick glass cubes.  The sides of each cube were six inches long. 
Refracted sunlight streamed into the pool area.  The lighting was bright
but unnatural enough not remind Malia of her sun-soaked Hawaii beaches. 
She would love it at night.  Michael had the contractors install emergency
lighting strips vertically between the cubes.  Other bright warm lights
were available but there were so many strips that they made the pool and
building glow at night.  I told Michael I could not take the credit so he
would have to show Malia the effect the first opportunity he got.

   The backyard was steeped upwards with the pool being almost a second
floor.  I walked into the glass building and stopped a foot from the pool.
Michael insisted on at least six feet of 'hang around' room, which cheated
Malia of water space but created a healthy lounging area.  I looked up to
make sure that Michael had not found a way to make the ceiling retractable.
I checked every time I walked into the pool after Doris Alex asked why he
had not gone the whole nine yards.  Michael looked up with the frustration
of someone who wished they had something to do over again.

   I shifted Malia so that I could press her above my head.  My right hand
was cupping her pussy mound and the other was between her breasts.  I
looked up at her.  Her eyes were wide as she tried to look around.

   "Nooo!" she screamed when I smiled.

   I threw her as far towards the middle of the pool as I could.  Malia let
out a sharp cutting scream that was halted by the splash she made hitting
the water.  She stayed under long enough to worry the people around me.  We
watched as she finally swam underwater towards where I stood.  She broke
the water and grabbed the edge of the pool.  She gave me a happy smile that
I thought really should have been Michael's.

   Malia looked fantastic wet.

   I crouched down and waited for her to stop giggling.

   "It's not an ocean or sand, but it is yours," I told her.

   She nodded and dipped her head under the water.  The tears had been
washed away when she came back up.  She reached an arm up for me.

   "No pulling me in," I warned.

   She smiled innocently and I lay down to kiss her.  Pool water was not
the same as ocean spray but kissing a wet Malia was pretty fucking cool.  I
stood up and watched her swim in her pool for a couple of minutes.  I
decided there was enough summer left to find a place I could watch her
surf.

   Janet cleared her throat and I turned to look at her.  She tilted her
head towards where I knew Heather was standing.  I turned back to the pool
for a few more minutes.

   I learned to be enduring in the foster homes.  Jason could outwait
rocks, a trait I admired, but it was the jungles that taught us to feel the
anxiety of others when the silence of patience became too much.  I turned
when Heather made the decision to leave.  She slid to the right trying to
get away but my movement froze her momentarily.  I did not get between her
and the door but she would have to pass a hand's breadth away to exit.

   "Hello Heather," I said softly.

   The other Siblings pulled away from the tone of my voice.  Rachel moved
closer.  Heather met my eyes for the briefest instant and looked away.  She
nodded to acknowledge my words.

   "If you don't mind," I said.  "You and I are going to go fuck now."

   If I prayed, I would have thanked God that Heather could say yes with a
shy smile.

   I reached out and Heather's hand met mine in the middle.  I turned and
led her out of the building.  I smiled at the skip in her step as I walked
through the house.  I pulled her in front of me at the doors to my room. 
She opened them wide and strutted inside.  I watched her until she turned
around.  She gave me another shy smile and sat on the bed.  I closed the
doors behind me.  I had planned the next hour with Heather but realized I
would be lucky to get past the first ten minutes.

   It was a still a good plan and I had no other.  I pulled the shirt over
my head and tossed it on the floor.  I was not vain but martial arts and
weights made for sharp lines on my body.  Heather leaned back on her arms
and her gray eyes clouded.  She took a deep breath expanding her chest past
what my pants could hold any longer.  I kicked off my shoes and undid my
belt.  I unbuttoned my jeans and Heather took another deep breath as my
zipper's teeth unclenched.  I pushed pants and briefs down my legs.  I
kicked everything aside and straightened up.  Heather stared into my eyes
before looking downward.

   She licked her pouty lips.

   Her next breath expanded her large chest even further.  My dick waved
angrily at her demanding in its way that she come closer.  She stood up
from the bed and I was standing in front of her a second later.  My dick
licked at her clothed belly.

   I ached to play along her curves.

   She was wearing a white shirt and jeans that were more white than blue.
Her hair was long and brown but the ponytail kept it out of her face.  I
unbuttoned her shirt as I stared into her eyes.  They were almost colorless
in their gray but there was a darkness that stained the area around the
pupil.  I pushed the shirt down her arms.  I leaned over and kissed each
pale shoulder as the shirt trapped her wrists.  She moved forward and my
dick licked at her stomach again leaving a swath of clear liquid.

   Heather moved against me to drive me closer to losing control.  I took a
deep breath and forced the shirt off her arms.  Before it touched the
floor, my fingers were on the clasp of her bra.  The move was as smooth as
any teenage male might hope for and the straps fluttered apart.  She
scrunched her chest and I pulled the lace forward.  I threw her bra behind
me.

   I wanted to suck her pink nipples but the first hint of dangerous curves
made me want to test the traction of my control even further.  I put my
hands on her belt buckle.  She sucked in her stomach as my touch warmed her
skin.  I was close to the edge but her restless movement assured me she was
even closer.

   The buckle came apart easily, and I felt the buttons that separated me
from the gates of our release.  I reached down and kissed her.  She was
surprised but her nature was not.  She put her hands on my shoulders to
steady herself.  She made sure to keep enough distance between us that I
had no problems opening the front of her jeans.  I reached into the space
between the cloth and then down.

   I felt only pubic hair; lower was the kiss of moisture.

   I pulled my fingers out and broke our kiss.  I painted her lips with her
want and plundered the taste.  Her hands moved off my shoulders to her
jeans.  She pushed them down and I felt her effort to step out of them. 
She kicked them out of her way.  She gasped as my tongue asked for
entrance. She went up on her toes and wrapped her arms around my neck
tightly.  Her breasts pressed against my chest and I forgot what I wanted
to do.

   I did not forget that I wanted to fuck her.  I forgot that I wanted to
go slow, to lick the line of every curve, to make her scream my name again
and again, and then to take her.  My dick decided short, thick, and curvy
did not need foreplay.  I was the Brother, and she was the Sibling.  If
fucking was required, it was her duty to lie down and enjoy it.

   I pushed her back and she sat heavily on the bed.  I kept pushing and
she slid backward drawing me towards her with blown kisses.  I got on the
bed between her legs.  She lay down and I lay on top of her.  My dick
touched moisture and I gritted my teeth not to thrust in.

   She had better plans.  She licked my shoulder and bit me hard in protest
of my ignoring the baser need.  I thrust hard and she gasped as she grabbed
my arms.  She dug her nails in painfully trying to share the discomfort of
my opening her body.  I fucked in listening to the call, a savage beat on a
native drum, of what I wanted.

   Her body stopped me halfway into her.  She dug her nails deeper;
discomfort was nothing compared to drum asking her to dance for me.  I
reared back with my hips and thrust in powerfully.  She turned her hips to
perfect the angle of penetration.  I moved into her depth and took all of
Heather.  She dug her nails in trying to cut me before she pulled them
away. She licked her lips and moved her legs trying to adjust to my being a
part of her.

   I remembered some of the plan.  I leaned down and took one of her
nipples in my mouth.  I sucked it hard.

   "Brother!" she whispered.

   It was not my name but it was her name for me.  I turned my head and
took the other nipple in my mouth sucking it even harder.  Her pussy pulsed
around my dick and the drum called for more.  I pulled back and thrust into
her.

   I did not have the control for anything but short, powerful strokes. 
Her thighs grabbed me tightly and her body colored.  I felt her moisten as
her body accepted me like any Sibling did, with orgasm.  Her wetness gained
me smoothness, so I fucked her harder.  I thrust into her open mouth with
my tongue.  She sucked it, and released it so could bit my lip as I thrust
one final time.  She whimpered as I thickened inside her.

   For all the sex with Siblings that week, it still felt like I had been
building a reservoir of cum for that moment.  I poured it into Heather. 
Her pussy drank it all and milked me wanting more.

   Heather hummed and liked to spread the sweat on my back around with her
fingertips after sex.  I liked letting her since it meant I could do what I
wanted; stay on top of her until I slipped out of her body and then a
little longer.

   Our first time together she adjusted her hips as I softened to keep me
inside her.  I kissed her and she begged for my tongue with a hum.  I
reached down to grab her legs; I wanted to stay inside her too.  She
squeezed me with her pussy.

   We kissed and kissed.

   Finally, one of her squeezes met firmer resistance.  She smiled against
my lips and circled her hips as much as she could to entice hardness.  I
let go of her legs and grabbed her hips.  I failed in my first hour's plans
but the second hour's was simpler.  I tightened my hold on her hips and
pulled back.  I was not hard enough but the lubrication of our previous
pleasure made the movement in and out her easy.  Her mouth opened and I
kissed her hard.  I worked the strokes slowly adding power and length as I
hardened.

   I put my lips against her ear when I was ready to just fuck her.

   "My name is David,' I whispered.

   Her thighs gripped me tightly and her mouth released a low moan of
pleasure.  It was not good enough; I wanted to hear her say my name as a
part of her orgasm.

   It took time but I had the patience.

   I fucked Heather hard waiting for her to give me what I wanted.  She
came and bit her lip resisting.  I smiled and fucker her harder.

   "David!" she whispered finally.  "David, David, David."

   I smiled and slowed the thrusts that I had used to conquer what little
resistance Heather had in her.  We were covered in sweat from the time
between when I whispered my name and she learned how to speak it correctly.
I knelt up and grabbed her legs underneath her knees.  She looked up at me
with gray eyes.  I pushed down on her legs.  I stroked in and out of her
with length but no power.  She stared at me and smiled.

   "Cum inside me," she urged.

   Heather had her own way of convincing my body that she was not to be
resisted.  I emptied my reservoir into her a second time.



   ----



   We needed food and drinks after the third time.  I had not planned for
it but we fell asleep and I woke up to Heather licking my already hard
cock. She made no protest when I pulled her up and made her mount me.

   I sighed when she went through the closet and pulled out the longest
button-down shirt she could find.  I decided on the spot that in the future
I would buy my shirts in multiples of every female Sibling that lived
nearby, plus one for me.

   She opened the doors and we were met by clapping.  Janet jumped up and
dragged Heather over to an open pizza box.  Malia sat by Heather
immediately.  The three of them put their heads together and whispered to
each other.  Malia's eyes widened after something Heather said and she
looked at me with a blush.

   I sat down and opened a box labeled with my name.  I grabbed a bottle of
water.  I was starving so I dug in.  I looked up a couple of minutes later
to meet Rachel's blue eyes.  She was staring at me openly.  I stared back
until she raised an eyebrow and looked away.

   The trio of girls broke up and everyone regaled the new Siblings about
what was great about our school, things they had to try and most
importantly what professors never to take.  The Sibling chatter relaxed me
so I half-drowsed after I finished eating.  My part of the conversation was
only to nod when spoken to directly and I could do that with my eyes
closed. The Siblings trooped out of the room eventually until I was alone
with Rachel.  I could smell and feel her presence so I knew she was in the
room.

   "Do I want to know what's really going on in this house?" she asked.

   I opened my eyes and looked at her.

   "I don't think that would be a good idea," I replied seriously.  "It
would be very difficult to leave if you did."

   She nodded and stood up.

   "You know that's the first time you've ever said no to me," she said
looking at the doors.

   I had not said no, but chose not correct her.

   "This thing with Melisa, it's not really about me, is it?" she asked
softly without looking at me.

   I hesitated before answering.

   "The problem, Rachel, is that it's only about you."

   

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