Chapter 16

	"I don't understand." The Sibling's eyes replied differently. Her robe opened to expose cleavage. For the first time since the initiation of our dance, her body did not tease—it displayed for the feasting.

	I looked around again. The same streak of femininity in Dr. Lawren's office could be found in her living room, but there was something in the style of the room hinting at a harder edge.

	"I do not know the words another Brother would use," I said turning to her. "Or a Sibling."

	"Don't you think you should get to the point, Mr. Feather," she said brusquely. Before Marie and the woods, I might have thought her words were important.

	"I'm going have to ask Melisa how she came up with the idea that having one of you tell me no was the best way for me to learn this particular lesson," I said before walking over to her bookstand.

	Her books were prominently displayed; an unfamiliar one distracted me. I took it from its place of honor and opened it to a random page. I found reading Dr. Lawren's books a pleasure akin to studying a beautiful woman; every page was inscribed with her intelligence. I closed the book before I lost myself in the words and looked at her.

	"I haven't read this one," I said. "May I borrow it?"

	"Yes," she said automatically. I nodded and put the book down away from the others.

	"Personally, I would think throwing willing Sibling after willing Sibling gets the message across faster," I said, turning towards her and putting my hands behind my back.

	"You're not as intelligent as most Brothers, David."

	I smiled.

	"You're not offended?" she asked. I shrugged, having seen her challenge for the foreplay she meant it to be.

	"Every Sibling I've met so far is more intelligent than I am," I tapped my lip with a finger. "Come to think of it so is every Brother, except possibly Melisa's dad."

	"Let me disillusion you, Mr. Feather," she said moving so the sofa was between us. "He is too."

	"Don't you think you should leave now?" she asked when I did not respond.

	"Can you really not speak the word?" I asked curiously.

	"I don't understand," she said pressing up against the sofa.

	"Tell me to leave again." I instilled the hard edge she liked into my voice.

	"I think it's time for you to go."

	"Not what I told you to do. Try again, Susan."

	"Mr. Feather!" She snapped each syllable off. "It's early on a weekend day. Being here is inappropriate."

	"Just say leave, Sibling."

	"Mr. Feather!"

	"I want to hear you say 'leave', preferably in an authoritative voice."

	She shifted her weight nervously.

	"Do you have fantasies about students?" I asked to relieve her nervousness.

	She relaxed immediately and the offer in her eyes returned as she answered haughtily, "Of course not."

	"I guess you won't enjoy it," I said with a snicker. "With the change in the classes you teach, you're going to be my professor twice more. I'm going to enjoy having all my Dr. Susan Lawren fantasies come true."

	"Mr. Feather, that would be extremely inappropriate," she said breathlessly.

	"Feel free to say no, Susan," I said staring into her eyes until she broke the contact. "I imagine lecturing with the taste of my cum lingering will be distracting."

	Dr. Lawren seemed to buzz for a second. She closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath.

	"Mr. Feather, I don't think..."

	"Just say no," I interrupted. "Say the word 'no', and I will leave, taking nothing with me except the bittersweet taste of regret."

	She moved to stand between the door and me; nothing in her eyes said it had been conscious. I sat down and studied her. Pushing her to tell me to leave had produced mild agitation, but the automatic nature of her last maneuver surprised me. I decided to push her and see how ingrained the behavior was.

	"Can you even think it?" I asked.

	Her eyes looked around the room; nothing seemed to be able to hold her attention for longer than a second.

	"I can think many things, Mr. Feather," she said with tension slipping into her voice.

	"Yes, you can, Susan," I said. "But can you think 'no' when I ask you for something."

	"Mr. Feather, what is the point of this?" she asked angrily.

	"I'm going to fuck you," I said backing off. She buzzed again, but her stance became challenging.

	"David!"

	"Take the robe off."

	She bit her lip as if trying to think of a way to balk me.

	"Take the robe off," I said, enunciating each word. She untied the knot at her waist and shrugged. The robe fell to a puddle of red silk at her feet.

	"You don't strike me as the type to sleep naked, Susan." She raised her chin proudly and pressed her lips together.

	Before Melisa, I had a pronounced preference for thickness but looking at Dr. Lawren's slim femininity I had to admit the look was growing on me.

	"You don't normally sleep naked, do you?"

	She shrugged.

	"Why did you?"

	Again, she looked like she was trying to find a way to balk me.

	"I don't know or care what the Dr. Lawren experience is like for other Brothers," I told her. "I have a feeling you and I are not perfect matches sexually, but I am the Brother here, and you will answer my questions, Sibling."

	The buzzing was more pronounced as she whispered, "I've been waiting for you."

	She looked into my eyes and spoke quietly, "I want to have to stand as I teach class because you only finished spanking me minutes before. I want to see you rubbing the ache out of your hand as I start my lecture."

	It was not one of my fantasies...until she said it.

	"Is that what you like?" I asked.

	"Yes!" she replied heatedly.

	"I was right; you and I are not perfect fits."

	"Have you ever tried it?" she asked with no small amount of disappointment.

	"Yes," I admitted.

	"You didn't enjoy bringing a woman to heel?" she asked. My teeth clicked together.

	"She didn't put it that way."

	"You did it to Melisa, David."

	"My First can be stubborn."

	"Are you saying I cannot be?"

	I thought about it before replying, "Melisa wanted me to exert myself in our relationship."

	"I want you to 'exert' yourself, David, just harder than Melisa does."

	"It's not the same thing."

	She smiled, "A tug on the leash or the sting of the crop, what's the difference, Brother?"

	"What she wants."

	"Maybe I asked the wrong question," she said with burning eyes. "Wouldn't you enjoy bringing me to heel?"

	It did make a difference.

	"You smell clean," she said closing her eyes when I approached her.

	"I didn't think that was a bad thing," I answered, putting my hand close to her stomach. She tightened as she felt the aura of my body heat touch her.

	"Usually you smell like Melisa or roses." Her eyes widened, "You've been with someone tonight!"

	I tilted my head to look at her seriously. I could barely smell Marie anymore and was surprised she could.

	"Does it make a difference?"

	"She wasn't a Sibling," she hissed. "Melisa is not going to like that."

	I walked behind her and traced the line of her back with a finger. I was too tired for foreplay, but her curves were too tight for me not to spend time appreciating them.

	"You don't like that?" I said putting my hand on her ass.

	She pushed against my touch before answering, "There's nothing for you with them!"

	Not appreciating her tone, I spanked her ass cheek. I would have done it anyway, but her tone made for a handy excuse. She took a deep breath and turned slightly to invite one on the other cheek, which I obliged.

	"Anymore," I said.

	"What?" she asked, coming back from wherever the sting of my hand took her.

	"There is nothing for me out there anymore," I said almost to myself.

	"Melisa's still not going to like it," she crowed.

	I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled Dr. Lawren up on her toes. I walked to the sofa and bent her over the arm. I let her hair go and stripped slowly. She tried to get up but pushing my groin against her ass kept her in place.

	My hard-on ached from the workout I got with Marie and  thelack of rest. It felt good to quench the soreness in Dr. Lawren’s wetness. She pushed back as soon as my dick made contact with her pussy. I grabbed her ass cheeks, spread them, and rammed into her.

	She gasped as her pussy squeezed me. She bathed my cock with warm moisture as the pressure waiting for me to brush aside her resistance released.

	I rested against her, enjoying the feel of her pussy surrounding me. She tried to move her hips to entice me into thrusting to her completion. I pushed her against the sofa, giving her no room to move. She growled and circled her hips. I must have been rubbing against a happy place because the growl turned into a moan of surprise. She froze for a second and squeezed my dick. She circled her hips experimentally and let out another moan. She focused on playing with her discovery for a few minutes.

	After bringing herself to orgasm, she seemed to expect more from me and fought my weight more seriously. A couple of hard spanks put a stop to that action.

	I grabbed Dr. Lawren's hips tightly. I pulled back and fucked into her hard. I focused on the motion and the feeling of my cock moving in and out of her pussy. She must have screamed if the hoarseness afterwards was any indication, but it did not matter as I fucked her past willing and into willing submission. The strength of my thrusts became harder and harder until it must have felt like I was trying to hammer through her. I felt the orgasm approach and reached up to grab a fistful of her hair. I pulled her up until I could take a grip with both my hands on her shoulders. I spread my legs wider and slowed my thrusts. Lessening the speed allowed me to lengthen the strokes until I was almost pulling out of her.

	Dr. Lawren's primal scream broke the last brick on the wall holding my orgasm back. I pulled back a last time and punched my cock into her. I shot, releasing a growl of my own as she milked me.

	I looked down at her a couple of minutes later. She was not moving, and I doubted she would be able to any time soon. I did not want to do anything either but doing nothing in bed was more attractive than doing nothing standing. I pulled away, making her groan in disappointment. I turned her around and put her over my shoulder.

	I opened doors until I found her bedroom. The bed was almost the equal of mine in size. I dumped her unceremoniously in the middle and lay down beside her. I smiled when she snuggled up to me as if we had been sleeping together since the day she showed me her ring.

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	Dr. Lawren's voice woke me enough to make out her words.

	"Hello, Rachel," she said into the phone. "Can you put Melisa on?"

	"Hi," she said. "Yes, he's here."

	"He's fine," she said after a few seconds of silence.

	"Definitely," she whispered. "It's my house, but this is his bed. The sofa is his too!"

	I shook my head and settled deeper into the pillow. Dr. Lawren continued to talk to Melisa in whispers as I drifted closer to sleep. I was almost gone when she put the phone back in the cradle. She snuggled close to me; I put an arm around her waist.

	"Are Rachel and Melisa lovers?"

	I opened my eyes slowly.

	"Well," she started, "Rachel answered the phone after a couple of rings and sounded like it woke her up."

	I looked at the clock on her bed stand. It was still early enough for Rachel to have been in bed.

	"She passed the phone right away to Melisa who also sounded like it woke her up. It was very quick handoff; I think they were in the same bed."

	Another reasonable assumption would have been that both girls got up for the phone and Melisa was standing close enough for the handoff. Considering Melisa was a Sibling I had to accept Dr. Lawren's explanation as the more likely one.

	My First must have temporarily forgotten that her plans for Rachel included becoming her lover when we had our little discussion.


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	The smell of lunch woke me.

	I walked into Dr. Lawren's bathroom and washed up. She had laid out a toothbrush for me. I took a quick shower, wrapped a towel around my waist, and went looking for her. I found her sitting at her dining room table having started on her meal. She had run to the local Chinese takeout place. I made a plate from what she bought and sat next to her. After we finished eating, she cleaned up and put the leftovers in the refrigerator. She got more than was necessary so I figured I would be staying for dinner.

	"So are you going to tell me about Jason now?" she asked after sitting down. Her breath caught when my eyes hardened. Deep inside the windows to her soul, I saw heat rushing to the surface.

	"Do you have handcuffs, Sibling?"

	"Of course!" Dr. Lawren used challenge as a condiment to any interaction with me.

	"How about the crop you were talking about?" I asked quietly.

	"I have a small whip," she said with bright heat in her smile.

	"Get them!”

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	"I hear you tamed the savage beast," Doris Alex said as I walked into the living room. I threw my book bag on the couch and sat down.

	"The whip and chair kept her in check," I replied. "But I wouldn't say tamed."

	She laughed and stretched, exposing her tummy. She wore pajama bottoms and a small t-shirt. I had the impression the stretch was like the first night when she presented herself to me.

	"Welcome home, Brother," she said. Her eyes were open to me, exposing more of her inner core than ever. I cocked my head listening for someone else in the house.

	"Melisa is out with Rachel," Doris Alex said sadly. "I'm sorry; she should be here."

	I shrugged.

	"No, David," Doris Alex said with steel in her voice. "A First should be there when her Brother accepts Siblings."

	"Is that you call it?"

	"Brothers acknowledge each other," she said. "I've accepted a role, a life; Brothers accepted me. Today, every Sibling has been accepted by you."

	"Every Sibling?" I asked. "Dr. Lawren and I aren't exactly a great fit."

	"Dr Lawren is..." she stopped trying to find the right word.

	"Different," I offered.

	"In a good way," she said with a smile.

	"I'd like you there with us sometime."

	“I look forward to it, Brother.”

	"Can you say no?" I asked.

	"I can't conceive that any Brother would ask me for something I would not give," she replied seriously.

	"Is that the indoctrination speaking?"

	"It strengthens certain things," she said looking directly in my eyes. "But there has to be something to lock the indoctrination in place. Susan might phrase what I said as--she doesn't think there's something you couldn't make her do."

	"Melisa is not indoctrinated."

	"Do you really want my opinion on your First?"

	"Yes."

	"You could not speak a request Melisa would deny.”

	I stared at her.

	"For instance, you could never ask Melisa to give her body to another man, not even a Sibling like Michael."

	I looked away from her; Susan would have appreciated the way my eyes bored into the wall.

	"You're different from other Brothers so it's even easier," Doris Alex.

	"I can't believe no Brother has tastes you would rather not partake of," I said shifting the subject away from me.

	"Brothers who I would feel uncomfortable with don't find me attractive."

	"That's hard to believe," I said turning back to her.

	"Like I said, you're different," she replied, studying me. "Brothers who aren't a good fit with me would only notice me if all they wanted at the moment was physical release. You're more adept at limiting your desires to what a Sibling wants."

	I looked a question at her.

	"Melisa's the only one you give more to than you hold back with," she said. "A lot of people wouldn't understand that."

	"I don't."

	"Melisa knows she's different. From the start, you've been more comfortable sexually with other Siblings. Your sexuality with Melisa has to grow more than with the rest of us. It can grow more than with the rest of us, David. You touch me and Melisa can see that more of you touches her. Every time she sees you with another Sibling, it confirms the unique place she has in your life.”

	"Sounds like bullshit to me," I replied.

	"Outside the Brotherhood, some people say a woman needs to hear certain things from her lover every day. You might not speak the words, but you say them."

	"I would think Melisa would want me to herself."

	"We're Siblings, David. Don't think. Take what you want and accept that it is given freely!"

	"I have to accept only what you give me?"

	"You don't want what I wouldn't give you, David."

	"You're tired, Brother. It's late enough to go to bed," she said when I did not respond. "Melisa won't be back until late."

	The last was said with disapproval.

	"You don't agree with this Rachel thing."

	"No, David. I don't agree with this Rachel thing," she said with clenched teeth. "I don't agree with a lot of what Melisa does, but I would have told you I couldn't say no by whispering yes a thousand times."

	"Sounds like fun."

	"It would've taken longer.” The look in her eyes spoke of what it cost her to admit it. "We did it her way and got our Brother sooner than we hoped. I am grateful to Melisa for it; the Society needs you."

	She waved off the question in my eyes.

	I nodded, stood up, and extended my hand. I led her into my room. I took her pajamas off slowly, enjoying the feel of her naked skin. She felt even better spooned against me.

	"You're ours now, David," she whispered.

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	Melisa walking into the room woke me up. She got on the bed and put her face an inch from mine. There was enough light for her to look into my eyes.

	She kissed me until I could not taste Rachel on her lips anymore.
