Chapter 8
	
	I sat in the student center thinking about Melisa's sex show. She used me, and I allowed it. There was no longer a question my training had begun. Melisa had personal reasons for giving my roommate a peep show. yet primary to her intentions was a desire to make me see something about her... about Siblings. There lay the reason I let her use me; Melisa did few things without thinking of me first.

	Something else was becoming clear; Brothers used the First Sibling's training as a smokescreen. They wanted to know I would not be harmful to Siblings but protecting the Brotherhood was their true focus. The money, information, and access to Siblings were a trap--they were waiting to see if I would fall to temptation. I only felt their eyes on me a few times a day so I followed a set schedule to make it easy to find me. There was no reason to test the Brotherhood's tolerance for the unexpected.

	Siblings needed something more than resisting temptation. The two nights I slept alone had been a failure. Melisa's orgasm while licking cum from my skin evened the score, but it was mostly her doing.

	I only allowed it.

	The Brother test was easier than dealing with Melisa. I could see the Brotherhood's trap and understood the penalty; Melisa was only showing me how the bait wriggled enticingly. I went over every conversation with Siblings looking for where they had given me the hook.

	I closed my eyes as Rachel approached. The touch surprised me; her fingers drifted from my right shoulder over the back of my neck to my left shoulder, where they remained. She had never touched me like that.

	"Is anybody sitting with you?" she asked. She sat down when I shook my head.
	
	Rachel was my height, straight blonde hair, blue eyes, thick in the thighs, pretty upturned breasts, and a scent as appropriate as rose on Doris Alex.

	"I haven't seen you in a while," she said.

	"Last week," I replied.

	"We didn't talk," she said with a smile. Rachel and I did not talk; I listened, Rachel talked. Our freshman year, if she were feeling down, she would come to my room for attention. Melisa teased me about it; everyone else thought I had a serious crush on Rachel. I think only Rachel really understood--she gathered my attention when she walked into a room.

	"I've been hearing some interesting rumors," she said studying me.

	"Really?"

	"A little birdie told me I might have lost my most avid admirer." She smiled with something close to mischief in the up-turn of her lips. It was the first time she openly admitted she knew her affect.

	"Rachel, between you and me," I said looking into her summer morning blue eyes. "It's not going to happen!"

	Her smile felt like it was only mine.

	"So you're cheating on me," she said capturing her tongue between her teeth and raising her eyebrows.

	"Does the accused get to hear the charges?" My tone widened her eyes. For two years, Melisa had been the only one who could draw such a light response.

	"Well, there are some nasty ones about Melisa and you." I sat up. "There are others with Janet as your partner, but she's very public about you. Those rumors aren't as vile as the ones with Melisa. I do have to wonder if Melisa and Janet know about each other though."

	Rachel was a sister in the same sorority as Janet, Melisa, and Doris Alex.

	"What do you mean nasty?" I asked. Her teeth clicked on the fork at the change in my voice. I watched her look around the room and dismiss the fear as a passing chill.

	"There's the good-nasty going around the sorority house," she said. "There's no question Melisa enjoy her nights with you and is restless if she sleeps alone."

	"You know when she sleeps alone?"

	"We're a sorority, David. The only surprise about the two of you is how long it took."

	"And the other kind of nasty?"

	"Two kinds of really nasty rumors making the rounds; one focusing on Melisa and the other on you," she said sitting back.

	I waited.

	"That frat is the source of both," she said with a cold smile. She did not have to identify the fraternity; my roommate's brothers had the wrong reputation.

	"Cum-slut," she said shaking her head angrily. "I can't imagine Melisa saying it. Even if she did, I don't like hearing those assholes call her that."

	I stared into her eyes; she stared back.

	"They're calling you a dog. It's not unfair, but Melisa and Janet probably know exactly what's going on. It might even add a little something to the thing they have going," she shrugged dismissively. "Anyway, my sisters and I suspect calling you a dog is about insulting Melisa and Janet, like they're your bitches!"

	She picked up her fork and continued eating. She said what she wanted to so she changed the subject to finals. Much later, she put everything she was going to throw away on her tray and grabbed her things.

	"I hear you and Doris have a big date tonight," she said getting up.

	I nodded.

	"For two years, you haven't... now, those three." She raised an eyebrow. "Make sure Doris has a good time, David."

I watched her until she turned the corner and was out of sight.

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	I told the computer lab supervisors it would be my last semester as an employee. With my blessings, they tried to get coverage for my remaining shifts as it got their returning employees extra hours. When I showed up at the lab, another consultant wanted to stay for my shift. With a couple of hours before my poetry class, I walked to Greek Row and took a seat across from my roommate's frat house. Michael's fraternity owned the house directly opposite so waiting for him was a plausible excuse if anyone asked.

	My watcher was annoyed at the break in routine and stayed on me until I walked to class.

	There was no point to a final in a poetry writing class, nor did we have an end-of-semester project due. Most of the students wrote like the last couple of weeks did not matter and even the opportunities Professor Ryan represented did not stir their apathy. Melisa made the class worthwhile though; her poetry had taken an erotic turn. I was not the only one who needed to adjust when she read for class. Only the blue-haired lesbian wanted to comment on Melisa's work, and Professor Ryan, hiding his lower body behind the desk, let her wax poetic.

	Melisa rushed out of class without speaking to me. I went back to my post across from my roommate's frat house. I was not surprised when Professor Ryan sat down beside me a few minutes later.

	"What's so interesting about the house, David?" he asked without preamble.

	"Melisa decided to have fun this morning."

	"And rumors are abounding already," he finished for me.

	"They certainly are," I said watching the president of the fraternity walk into the house. He was the one I wanted to place. My roommate spoke eloquently of him. He could turn the tide of his brotherhood if things became confrontational; I simply had to convince him keeping a tight rein on his brothers was better for everyone, especially him.

	"Have you considered that using a firmer hand on your First might be a better solution than whatever you're planning?" he asked. I looked at him and at the frat house before giving his suggestion some thought.

	"I'm not planning anything; I'm planning for something," I said. "I also believe it would be best to reserve using a firmer hand on Melisa for when she pushes this training thing too far."

	He looked away but not before I caught his smile.

	"Well, be careful Brother," he said, standing up and holding a hand out to me. I shook it and watched him walk away.

	Michael and some of his brothers came out of the frat house behind me. They played a spirited game of street football, which made good camouflage for my observation.

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	Doris Alex wore a black cocktail dress. She smiled as she walked down the steps like she had the first time I entered the Brother house. She stopped at the bottom step and basked in my appreciation. I took her hands in mine; her lips were soft and pliant when I kissed her. She opened her mouth in invitation. Her tongue welcomed me when I accepted.

	"Don't you have reservations?" Sheryl teased from the top of the stairs. I wondered how Professor Ryan would take to the suggestion of using a firmer hand on his Sibling.

	"Do you bathe with rose oil?" I asked Doris Alex in the car.
	
	"Rose petals," she replied.
	
	"You add rose petals to your bath water?" The thought was extremely sexy, especially if she would allow me to watch.

	"Sometimes, but I meant that I put rose petals between my clothing in drawers. Pretty much anything which will touch my skin is stored with roses."

	"That's a lot of effort," I said.

	"When I walk into a room, you take a deep breath."

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	Doris Alex was animated around other Siblings and completely shameless with a Brother. The rest of the world got a mask of seamless privacy. It made the booth in a dark corner of the restaurant perfect for our date. The waiter got the message when I palmed him a bill after he took our drink order.

	"If we're not disturbed, I'll leave another as your tip," I told him when he came back with our drinks. He nodded and did his best to be invisible.

	Doris Alex was brilliant, and I had gotten into the habit of letting her lead conversations. With the ring, she expected a role reversal, which took adjusting. Most of the talk over our meal was start-stop light stuff about school.

	Luckily, her opinion on who should lead did not extend to the physical. Her movements were subtle but by the time our plates disappeared we were sitting intimately close. I held the hand she wore her Sibling ring on; Doris Alex was the Sibling I noticed wearing it the most. Janet never seemed to, and Melisa only wore it when we had sex.

	"I know how Melisa and Janet became Siblings. What about you?" I asked. She slid closer to me. Her green eyes shut us off from the rest of the world. My right hand dropped to her knee.

	"My mother and father are married Siblings, so you could say it runs in the family." She opened her legs as my fingers drifted up the inside of her thigh.

	Her answer surprised.

	"Married to each other?" I asked, playing my fingers along skin. She was not wearing stockings or pantyhose. She nodded and leaned towards me. Her eyes softened as she spread her legs even wider. The heat coming from her core rose the closer my fingers came.

	"I don't understand," I said.

	"Siblings have relationships with each other, David."

	"Doesn't that make things difficult when it comes to Brothers."

	"You're comparing two Siblings being together with two Brothers being together," she said.

	I nodded.

	"I've never heard of Brothers in a relationship. I don't think you can be, too much of a struggle for dominance, control, or whatever it is you must have in a relationship. Being with a Sibling is nothing like that for us," she said. "I love Michael but not like a lover. He understands me. Sex with him is like falling asleep in front of a fireplace in the middle of winter."

	"What's it like with a Brother?"

	"I don't love you, David," she said staring at me. She grabbed my wrist and pulled it towards her. The smooth satin of her panties was wet. She let me go and put her hand on my shoulder. "Siblings choose the white ring for many different reasons. Janet sees a Brother's ring, and it's like closing the circuit on her sexuality."

	"I didn't ask about Janet, Doris Alex," I said, "I asked what it's like for you."

	"I know, David," she replied, "but you need to understand how Siblings are different, even from each other. Janet's clothes make her itch when you're in the room. Sheryl loves Jeremy and everything he does to her, everything he makes her do. Everybody expects Michael to be perfect except Brothers."

	"I don't love you, David," she said. "I worship you."

	I started into her eyes.

	"Like I'm a ten-year old girl with the best big brother in the world. No matter how silly the game is he always plays with me. He doesn't care what other people think about me tagging along behind him. He'd pound the hell out of any stupid boy who bothered me. He is so incredibly proud that I'm smart. A Brother has always been there with a hug when I was scared, or lonely, or just wanted arms around me."

	I nodded.

	"Except, I can give myself to you completely." Her eyes burned brightly. I pushed her panties aside to explore her lips. She lifted her leg, put it across mine, and moved closer.

	"What about Melisa?" I asked, curious about a Sibling's take on my First Sibling.

	"You told Melisa you knew the two of you would be together eventually," she reminded me. "To Melisa, you've been together all this time."

	Her voice hitched as I ran a finger softly up and down her clit.

	"Melisa was three years old when her father assaulted her," she said.

	"Assaulted?"

	"She says he hit her, but I talked to Ronald," she told me. "Her father was beating Melisa's mother when she got between them. He backhanded Melisa nearly across the room then walked over to where she lay and kicked her. Melisa's mother broke a vase on his head to make him stop. He was going to hurt Melisa badly, David. Ronald spent the night holding her. Anytime, he tried to put her down Melisa panicked."

	I slipped a finger, up to the second knuckle, inside Doris Alex. She closed her eyes and squeezed. I pulled the finger out to moisten her clit. She grabbed my shirt and bit her lip. I needed Doris Alex distracted for a moment; Melisa's father had died in prison, putting him out of my reach.

	Doris Alex breathed deeply before continuing, "It did something to Melisa. I think she always blamed her mom a little bit. Ronald was Melisa's entire world, the only person she trusted, until she found your dossier. When she was a little girl, the Society was Ronald. Now, it's you."

	She chuckled and shook her head.

	"What?" I asked.

	"It's just...Melisa is the only Sibling who isn't indoctrinated."

	"Indoctrinated?" I asked freezing.

	"Relax, David," she whispered. "It's a Sibling thing; Brothers have nothing to do with it."

	I did not relax. She reached down to grab my hand. Straightening two of my fingers, she fucked them into her body. Her head fell back as her pussy produced more lubrication to warm my fingers.

	"An agonizing difference between Brothers and Siblings is that you don't need us, David. Maybe a crested Sibling here and there is so honored, but we're not a requirement of your existence."

	I pushed my fingers deeper into her.

	"Siblings were not a part of the Society until almost a thousand years after its birth. Only crested Siblings are given any responsibility; it took a very long time for us to earn even that much. Siblings, like me, know Brothers can cut themselves off from us at any time."

	The Siblings intrusion into the Brotherhood must have been an interesting time for Brothers.

	"The step before an absolute purge would be to disassociate completely from Siblings. We have worked very hard to prevent Brothers from needing to go so far. Siblings will not be at fault if the Society is exposed."

	She closed her eyes when I found the right spot on the roof of her pussy. Wanting her to continue, I wandered away from it.

	"Indoctrination is one of our methods of ensuring the Society is protected."

	"There are others?" I asked.

	"Simple things. We don't use the same terms you do for the Society. We've even considered not calling you Brothers," she said with a smile. "Most of the time, Siblings are paired, like twins; the loyalty to each other strengthens our loyalty to the Society. A Sibling twin also reinforces indoctrination. No Sibling accepts responsibility without a crest. I don't even know how you get your money."

	"Melisa knows," I said.

	"She's different," Doris Alex replied. "Even if she were not a special case, no one doubts she'll wear your crest soon after the training is over."

	"Why wasn't Melisa indoctrinated?" I asked. The subject of Melisa's cresting was not one that needed broaching yet.

	"Joanne and Melisa's mother argued indoctrination would only weaken her loyalty. The Council Siblings agreed."

	"I don't understand."

	"Ronald and you are the totality of Melisa's world. She would defend the Society with a zealotry few of us could match. Other Brothers would weaken Melisa's fanaticism."

	I was quiet for a minute, "How are Siblings indoctrinated?"

	"It's not mind control per se, David," she said with a reassuring smile. "We're the ones who recruit a majority of Siblings. Like I said, Brothers don't need us so... Recruiting a Sibling is about finding the right person, introducing them to a Brother in the right way and another Brother and another."

	"You take advantage of weakness."

	"You can think of it that way if you want."

	"How do you think about it?"

	"It's small steps from 'you give me what I want' to 'you give me what I need' to 'you are what I need.' Except for you, Brothers are isolated when they're acknowledged; Siblings are taken on a Brother tour. Most of them don't even know they're Siblings for months. Loyalty to Brothers is built step by step, eventually giving up Brothers is worse than going cold turkey on any drug. And walking away from their Sibling twin--never willingly."

	"None of the Siblings here have a twin," I said curiously.

	"Janet, Michael, and I will either recruit our twins or be introduced to them while we're here. Melisa doesn't need one." She shrugged. "Siblings are also stricter about the rules than Brothers."

	I suspected that statement was untrue.

	"We use other people to camouflage our involvement with Brothers. Relationships with other Siblings or with someone outside the Society for instance"

	"Outside the Brotherhood?" I asked.

	"I can't imagine being with someone from outside, it's disgusting," she said with a shiver. I thought it inappropriate to comment on her prejudice while my fingers were buried in a pussy reserved for the only those she thought worthy.

	Her pussy squeezed and released my fingers.

	"My mom and dad couldn't stay married without being Siblings. They love each other but without a Brother to make decisions both feel obligated to live by, they would have broken up in their first year of marriage." She shook her head. "Some Siblings marry outside the Society. It doesn't interfere with their Brother relationships; the other life doesn't have anything do with them being Siblings."

	I nodded.

	"Why do you call me Doris Alex?" she asked. She bore down on my fingers with her pussy; she was close. I leaned towards her and kissed her neck. I pushed my fingers as deep inside her as I could.

	"I'm the only who uses the name for you," I whispered, brushing her ear with my lips.

	She squeezed my fingers with her pussy and leaned her head against the back of the booth.
	
	"I like it," she whispered.

	I smiled and pulled my fingers almost out of her. I drove them hard into her warmth. Her eyes widened, and she pushed her pussy towards me. I leaned over and kissed her neck. In the grip of orgasm, Doris Alex was a divinely beautiful woman.

	Doris Alex's fingers stroked the back of my neck as I drove back to the dorm. She sat sideways and stared at me. Neither her eyes nor her touch was possessive; she was establishing her place inside my personal space.

	I liked that she waited for me to open the car door. When she stepped out, I pushed her against the car and kissed her. The kiss deepened as my hands crept down to her ass. Her mouth opened, but I stopped before we ended up horizontal in the parking lot. I took her hand and guided her into the dorm. We got more than one surprised look from the people in the lounge as we headed to my room. I turned to close my door behind her and found the cocktail dress was already on the floor.

	"You should close the door," I told her. She smiled, turned around, and closed it. The view of her panties fading between her cheeks was too tempting. I pressed her against the door. She was not wearing a bra, which let me slide my hands up her bare back before reaching around to cup her breasts. She made the bed seem miles away by pushing her ass against my groin.

	Doris Alex giggled when I disrobed without breaking contact. I pushed forward, flattening her against the door. She stopped giggling when I tore her panties off. She spread feet as I grabbed her ass.
	
	My hard cock found her center without help. Her body stopped my penetration with a caress of resistance. I pulled her asscheeks apart, stroked back, and powered into her. Her pussy surrounded me with warm velvet moistness.

	I honestly believed I could maintain a superior state of control with Doris Alex, at least long enough to draw a soul-deep submission from her. It started well enough: the door rattled as I fucked in and out of her, passionate noises escaping her with each thrust.

	Everything changed with her orgasm.

	I was moving with a smooth rhythm, pushing her body upwards into orgasm, feeling completely in control knowing she was going to be truly mine within seconds. Her body relaxed, and she sobbed once. Her pussy squeezed me in waves as she pressed her forehead against the door. I pulled back and fucked her hard. Her pussy opened and locked around me as an orgasm rushed through her. Being inside Doris Alex as her body flowered in pleasure was too much; I shot into her. Her pussy enveloped my cock with the pressure of her orgasm drawing another release from me.

She had no intention of moving so I lowered us to the floor and buried my face in her hair.

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	I felt Doris Alex get out of bed the next morning but did not open my eyes until she came back from the bathroom. I watched her fingers walk down my stomach before looking at her. She had wrapped a towel around her and was holding my toothbrush. I brushed my teeth and used the mouthwash she provided. After I placed the preferred cup of water on the drawer set behind me, her hand drifted down to push the blanket from my groin. She smiled nervously before moving her head towards my dick. I looked at my roommate's bed; he had showed up in the middle of the night as usual.

	"What are you doing?" I asked Doris Alex. She looked up at me. The confusion was evident since what she had been about to do was perfectly obvious.

	"You don't have to do this," I told her.

	"Yes, I do," she hissed. I grabbed her upper arms and pulled her up until we were face to face.

	"You're a smart woman, Doris Alex," I said. "How about we leave it at, don't speak to me using that tone of voice again?"

	She stared into my eyes before nodding.
	
	"Why were you going to do that?" I asked gently.

	"You let Melisa do it!"

	"You're not Melisa." She tried to shake out of my grip. I did not take it seriously since she kept it a level of token resistance. She stopped after a few seconds and looked at me.

	"I hate them," she whispered with tears forming in her eyes.

	"The frat?"

	She nodded, "They talk about Melisa and me like we're shit. I turned them down for a couple of dates, and suddenly I'm a dyke! A whore even if I wouldn't fuck any of them no matter how rich they are."

	Her voice broke from the anger and hurt.

	"It's not me," she whispered, flushing from the release of emotions. "It's them."

	"I know." Doris Alex did not appreciate when a burst of laughter slipped out. "I have irrefutable proof that...umm--you're not a dyke."
 
	It had been the least of the fraternity's insults towards Melisa and Doris Alex but by far the most satisfying to have proven untrue on my body. She smiled shyly, quickly forgiving the inappropriate moment of humor.

	"If they were like Jeremy or you, I'd be at their beck and call," she said. "I wouldn't be able to help myself."

	I turned us so we lay side by side. I propped my head up with a hand and used the other to trace the line of cheekbone.

	"You're at my beck and call?" I asked. Her eyes widened in a way, which was rapidly becoming a familiar reaction from Siblings to my touch. She took a deep breath before replying but chose not to use words instead she moved her lips close to mine. Our lips touched in a pass of sensation.

	"Do you remember what you said last night?" I asked.

	"I said a lot of things, David."

	"You couldn't imagine being with someone from outside. You said it was disgusting," I reminded her. Doris Alex's dark green eyes were taking on the focus of Sibling attention on a Brother. "How far does that go?"

	"I don't understand," she replied.

	"Do you want any of their brothers to see you naked?" Doris Alex looking away was all the answer I needed. "Why not?"

	"My body belongs to..." She brought her eyes back to me and steel entered her voice. "No, I don't."

	"If you were naked on top of me, you'd be thinking about my roommate being able to see you, wouldn't you?"

	There was shame in her nod.

	"Do you think Melisa was thinking about him when she did it?"

	It took her a minute to respond. "Melisa wouldn't notice a bomb going off in the same room when she's with you."

	"I'm pretty selfish," I told her. "None of these assholes make the list of things I don't mind Doris Alex thinking about when we're naked in the same...zip code."

	She closed her eyes tightly, but another pair of tears slipped out. I passed my fingers over her lips gently; she stared at me.

	"I still hate them, David. I hate that they blame me for not wanting to be with them."

	I nodded.

	"Sometimes I want to scream at them 'I fuck cock like a maniac! None of you are good enough!"

	"I think we can do something like that," I said with a smile. I was not trying to make the smile sexy, but Doris Alex turned on before my eyes.

	"How?" she asked dripping sensual mischief. I covered her with the blanket and grabbed her towel. She moved with me to make sure it came off without a struggle.

	"Open your legs for me, baby," I said loudly as I moved under the blanket and over her body.

	Doris Alex made a sound deep inside her throat that I had never heard before--anticipation given voice. I was hard before the sound tapered off. She bent her legs at the knees, making room for me by spreading them. She put her hands on my waist and guided me into her cradle.

	"Yeah! This'll teach them," she whispered when the tip of my dick bumped her clit. She giggled when I looked at her. She wrapped her arms around my torso and pulled me closer.

	"Fuck them!" she said as the head of my dick pushed between her pussylips.

	"I'm busy," I whispered, making her giggle again. She looked up at me with expectation, but I waited. She moved restlessly beneath me; her mouth opened as her movements freed my dick from her body. She reached between us and placed me back at her gates.

	Against the door, I had not taken the time to enjoy her pussy making room for me. I was thick enough to warrant slowness in most occasions, but neither of us had been in the mood. This time, I wanted to feel her body surrender each exquisite inch. It was almost disappointing when our pubic hairs tangled. She ran her hands down my back before circling her arms around me. She hitched her hips and sighed as she gave her body completely to me.

	"Don't hold it in, Sibling," I whispered after kissing a path up her neck to her ear. "I want to hear you."

	She reached farther down and grabbed my ass, urging me to move. I pulled halfway out and thrust in. She gasped loudly and spurred me with her nails. I pulled back and took her again.

	I stroked in and out with vigor for a couple of minutes, making the sound of our bodies coming together an alarm clock for my roommate. Just as I felt my orgasm begin to build, Doris Alex bit me pushing it back. I pulled to the edge of her body and fucked her hard enough to make it sound like I spanked her for causing me pain. Her scream got trapped somewhere between her lungs and mouth. Only a loud, soulful groan of woman getting it all and reaching for more escaped her.

	I rested at the bottom of the last stroke. I kissed her just in time to muffle the shout of pleasure as a second wave struck her. She sucked on my tongue, using it as a lifeline to prevent from being swept away. Moments later, she broke the kiss and panted in harsh breaths. I pulled my hips back, inducing a whimper of protest from her. It was a feminine sound, offering me anything I wanted if I would stay. I pulled completely out her and pushed the head of my dick back inside. I took just enough to make it barely a fuck, like in high school when a boy begs a girl to let him put the head in and takes an extra inch or two.

	"No!" she pleaded. She threw her hips at me, but I had felt the gathering of intention and pulled out of her.

	"Please, David!" she begged before settling down and trying to pull me towards her. I pushed the head of my dick inside her again.

	She tried a different tactic to get what she wanted, caressing me with the walls of her pussy as I pulled back. It was a pleading as heartfelt as the one she vocalized. I reached down to kiss her; she deepened the kiss, tempting me to fuck her with the authority of possession.

	I wrapped my arms them under her knees, pulled her legs up and pushed them down.

	"Yes!" she whispered. I stroked in and out of her with the head of my dick. She grabbed my biceps and squeezed, asking me to fuck her deep. The head of my dick felt too good to stop, somewhere between the caress of a feather and the first touch of someone else's hand. She breathed a moan with each stroke inward, getting closer and closer. Her moans grew in volume as I sped my thrusting.

	"God, please fuck me!" she begged loudly, taking her hands from my body and pulling her hair. I sped up even more; she reacted by arching her back.

	The orgasm surprised her. She swallowed half of a moan and looked at me with wide eyes. She shook her head and grabbed her breasts. She looked at me again before squeezing her eyes tightly shut. Her pussy tightened around me and tried to expel me.

	I pushed down hard on her legs and gave Doris Alex the power of my lower body again. She screamed and reached up to dig her nails into my shoulders. Her body opened for me as I fucked into her depths. I put my weight on my hips and hands, pinning her legs down.

	The stroke deep inside re-awakened my need. I hammered in and out of Doris Alex with no care to her pleasure; she came along for the ride anyway. I pulled back one last time and fucked deep into her.

	"Oh! God! Yes!" she gasped, pulling me down and moving her hips. The heat of my cum set of another orgasm in her.

	I would have thought her too distracted to keep the blanket in position to cover us the entire time.

	Finally, I tried to pull away but she held on tightly to me, "Stay!"

	I reached underneath and filled my hands with her ass. I relaxed on top of her like she wanted me to. Melisa was tiny so I could not have rested on top of her as long as I did with Doris Alex. Eventually though, I slid beside her and lay on my back. She wrapped the blanket tightly around her body, leaving only enough to cover my groin, before turning, and putting her head on my shoulder.

	The knock a half-hour later did not surprise me. Doris Alex giggled. Someone had unlocked the door, allowing Melisa to walk in freely. She leaned on the bed by my hip and raised an eyebrow at Doris Alex.

	"Couldn't do it?" she asked, looking at the blanket.

	"Hmm!" Doris Alex responded, pulling the blanket away from me. Melisa leaned forward with her tongue extended and licked the head of my dick.

	"Roses!" she said in a surprised voice. My cock jumped when she leaned down and took another taste of Doris Alex from my body.

	"How does she do it?" Melisa asked looking up at me.

	"I have it on good authority, it's rose petals in her drawers, but I think bathing in rose oil is the most likely culprit considering where that particular spicing came from." I wanted to get the question out of the way so Melisa would go back to what she started.

	"Did you please my man, bitch?" Melisa asked Doris Alex loudly. It was not what I wanted to hear.

	"Last night, I let him take what he wanted," Doris Alex said, sitting up on the bed. Melisa hopped up on the bed and straddled my leg. She was wearing tight white shorts and a top not much bigger than a sports bra. "He fucked me against the door!"

	"Awesome!" Melisa exclaimed, clapping her hands happily. She looked like a teenager congratulating a best friend on braving her first tongue kiss.

	"This morning...OH MY GOD! It felt like his cock was going to come out of my throat. My pussy is still tingling." Doris Alex might have been shy about non-members of the Brotherhood seeing her naked, but she was not as censored with her mouth.

	They continued talking about things, but I was being distracted by Melisa's hand. She pushed the side of her shorts down, exposing the muscle line on the inside of her hip. She pushed the shorts down, let them go, and pushed them down again.

	"Melisa," I interrupted when she did it to both sides of her shorts at the same time. Both girls turned to look at me.

	"Take your shorts off!" She smiled and got up on her knees. She stared into my eyes as she pushed the shorts down her thighs. She sat down, finished taking the shorts off, and threw them off the bed.

	"Anything else, Master?" she asked insouciantly. Doris Alex grabbed my dick and stroked me slowly.

	"Oooh!" Melisa said. She took me into her mouth and sucked hard. I wanted to watch, but Doris Alex covered my view with her face. She dove tongue first into my mouth. I pushed up with my hips in reaction. Melisa's mouth pulled away; the air of the room felt cool against my moistened hard-on. Doris Alex deepened the kiss as Melisa put her mouth and tongue to work collecting all of the rose presence on my body.

	Doris Alex tried to overwhelm from above while Melisa hit below the belt. She sucked my testicles clean and licked the inside of my thighs and hips with long strokes of her tongue. Melisa took my dick back in her mouth. Doris Alex induced me to fuck her mouth with my tongue to the same rhythm Melisa used on me. I could not have held out long under the onslaught, but Melisa's trigger was quicker than mine.

	"GOD-FUCK!" she panted. Doris Alex got out of the way quickly. Melisa ripped her top off and straddled my hips. Doris Alex pointed my dick straight up. Melisa bent down, touching me to her core. She tried to fuck me into her but was too tight for a quick joining.

	I reached around and grabbed her asscheeks. I spread them wide and held my First Sibling in place. I stroked up into her and pulled her down at the same time. It was a steady stroke, brooking no resistance from her body. Melisa strangled on a scream of discomfort and pleasure. I pulled her up and nearly off my cock. I took her pussy with another solid stroke. There was no discomfort in the swallowed yell, only the pleasure of getting what she wanted.

	Doris Alex got up on her knees and put her hands on Melisa's waist. She leaned over and took one of Melisa's nipples in her mouth. Melisa drove her fingers into Doris Alex's hair and pulled her closer, while grinding her hips against me. Doris Alex switched nipples causing Melisa's hips to move up and down on me as she reached for orgasm.

	I took my left hand from Melisa's ass and reached under the blanket covering Doris Alex. My fingers followed the line of her ass cheeks down to her pussy. She spread her knees, opening her body to my touch. Melisa's hand was already there, trying to return the favor Doris Alex was doing her.

	A touch to Melisa's anus had driven her insane; I figured Doris Alex would react the same way so I ceded her pussy to Melisa. I moved the hand still on my First Sibling between her asscheeks. I put a finger on each of the girl's anal flowers and pushed in. I did not penetrate, only suggested at it by pushing into the resistance.
	
	It had the desired effect.

	Melisa pulled on Doris Alex's hair hard and mashed her mouth on the redhead's lips as she danced in her pleasure. Melisa's pussy opened and closed on me, demanding I surrender her due. She opened and tried again with a hard but gentle tug. I thickened as lava flowed through me into her. Doris Alex might have been left out, except Melisa and I had the same reaction to our orgasms. We drove the finger and fingers touching Doris Alex's anus and pussy inside. Doris Alex froze as we entered her, before pushing down to drive our digits even deeper inside her body. She leaned her face against Melisa and joined us in orgasm.

	I did not have much energy to move, but Melisa and Doris Alex were not done with afterplay. Melisa slid towards Doris Alex. The girls kissed softly and whispered to each other around their joined lips. The bed was too small for the three of us without the distraction of sex.
	
	Under normal circumstances, I would have had problems with getting pushed out of bed, but I learned a quick lesson in Siblings getting their way in certain situations. As soon as I slid out of bed, the girls got more comfortable around each other. I stood by the bed watching them, but after a while, a long while, it seemed intrusive to watch the deepening of their bond.

	I shrugged and turned around, only to meet my roommate's eyes. There was a great deal of anger and resentment in them. I met the emotions head-on; his was the challenge but the Siblings provoked him. I gave him the opportunity to understand what he would be getting into before I snuffed it.

	He rolled over and faced the wall.

	I wrapped Doris Alex's towel around my waist and grabbed some underwear from my drawer. The long shower gave the girls time together and allowed me to think about what happened.

They wanted to send a message to my roommate's frat. The brothers had been the source of the gossip surrounding Melisa and Doris Alex; they had also been the cruelest with their words. The girls had made it clear, as Doris Alex so eloquently stated, they fucked like maniacs and were not above sharing if it was the right man. From the look in my roommate's eyes, none of his brothers would appreciate being found wanting.
	
I had to wonder whether Siblings forgot/ignored repercussions or if they left those type of inconveniences to Brothers.

