Chapter 9

	Unlike the computer lab, I did not cut my hours at the restaurant; it seemed the only place the Brotherhood was not watching me.

	"Is that a smile? From David? Quick, call the Enquirer, someone kidnapped my David and replaced him with a clone!" Marie bumped me with her hip before leaning against the wall next to me.

	"I smile, Marie."

	"When you're looking at my butt!"

	"I was thinking about your butt."

	"And he's making joke! Definitely, not my David." She punched my arm and bumped me with her hip again. "So who's the cute little blonde in the Beamer?"

	I shrugged.

	"The new girlfriend?" she persisted. I leaned to the side and looked at her out of the corner of my eye. She and I had what I would have called a safely flirtatious relationship. She used flirting with me to keep the other guys at a distance. We rarely discussed anything personal and when we did I was never the subject.

	She raised an eyebrow and smiled, "The kiss looked girlfriendish. Not to mention the hand on your dick."

	"I suppose girlfriend wouldn -(TM)t be inappropriate."

	"Hmm." She nodded and looked thoughtful for a second. "In that case, who's the smokin' redhead?"

	The girls had wanted to use my car and credit card to invade a mall so they accompanied me to work. After Melisa got behind the wheel, Doris Alex climbed into the passenger's seat and waved me over. She nearly dragged me into the car for a kiss. 

	"I wouldn't use girlfriend with," I said. "But she is a redhead, and you know how that is."

	Marie was a bottle-redhead, with cutting green eyes, and a perfect ass. She shook her head and walked away after punching me again. I watched her ass and smiled. I looked out the restaurant window and thought about Melisa's words as she put her hand on my dick. She whispered Janet would be waiting when I got back from work.

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	The girls in the lounge looked intrigued when I got off the elevator; the guys looked envious.

	Janet wore black shorts and a matching t-shirt. The latter put most of her tummy on display while hugging her plump breasts.

	"Hi," she whispered when I stood toe to toe with her. Janet's desire was palpable; a dark taste, blood almost, on her lips as we kissed. I crowded her into my room and slammed the door shut. I guided her with kisses until she was against the bed. Her brown eyes were unfocussed as I tilted her head to the side. I kissed a path from one earlobe, down her neck, across the collar of her t-shirt, and up the other side of neck.

	She pressed her lower body against me and traced the outline of my hard cock. I grabbed handfuls of her dark hair and kissed her. She welcomed my tongue, grabbing my pants at my hips to hold on to something solid; she used her tongue to stroke mine in up and down motions as if it were my cock.

	I put my hands on her belly and traveled up. I pushed the t-shirt out of my way, palming her breasts. She was not wearing a bra; I would have thanked her for the seconds saved if I had not been busy. Her nipples were as plump as the rest of her sexuality, slightly rough on my palms as I rubbed them in small circles.

	"Wait!" she said, harshly tearing herself from my lips. The word did not sound like we would be continuing what we started, at least not to the most appropriate ending. I stepped back and stared at her. It took a couple of minutes for Janet to gather herself enough to speak.

	"We can't have sex," she said reluctantly. I backed away until I bumped my desk.

	"Why?" I asked. As physically frustrating as it might have been, I figured there was a good reason for not adding a third Sibling to the mix. I would probably not understand it, but I was still trying to figure out why Melisa and Doris Alex both needed me as the reason to have sex with each other.

	"My parents don't know about the Society. This is my first year away from home; I have to go back for the summer," she said. I waited for more, but she did not offer it.

	"I don't understand," I said.

	She made eye contact for a moment and looked away, "Melisa and Doris are staying here for the summer."

	"So?"

	"They can be with you everyday, I can't. I'd get a taste of being with you and in a couple of weeks I would have to leave it behind," she said quietly.

	I did not reply.

	"I've wanted you for too long, David. I couldn't leave if we had sex," she whispered.

	I walked to the window and looked out.

	"I'm sorry," she said coming to stand beside me. I smiled and looked down at her.

	"There's nothing to be sorry about," I told her. There was a moment of surprise in her eyes, followed by disappointment. She smiled and wrapped her arms around my waist.

	"I'm flattered," I whispered against her lips. "I didn't know I was so irresistible." She laughed, but there was noticeable hesitation to it.

	Like the nights I slept alone, I had failed somehow.

	We kissed by the window and eventually made it to the bed. She gave me everything with her mouth, but I kept my hands away from anything that would tempt me to go past what she wanted.

	She could not get comfortable after our make-out session. She was facing the wall so I turned to spoon her back. I slipped my hand under the waistline of her shorts and into her panties. She gasped when two of my fingers captured her clit. I manipulated it slowly while kissing her neck. She moaned as I brought a third finger to bear, two fingers on each side with a third rubbing her directly.

	She put a hand on my hip and tried to dig her nails through the cloth to flesh. I added pressure to my touch; she moaned as it quickened the approach of her orgasm.

	"David!" she panted as her body released. I sped the rubbing motion. She tried to trap my hand by closing her thighs. I stopped seconds later and pulled my hand up so it was just below the waist of her shorts.

	I pulled Janet closer and closed my eyes. She waited until I fell asleep, but it did not make a difference, her sobs woke me.

	Before I could ask what was wrong, she stopped, turned into me, and fell asleep.

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	Melisa walked in early the next morning. I was up and freshly showered. My roommate had not made his usual late night appearance so I lay naked next to Janet, watching her sleep.

	Melisa studied me curiously as she leaned on the bed. She pulled enough of the blanket off Janet to cover my groin before climbing onto the bed and shaking Janet. The girls were quiet for a minute. Melisa leaned her head to the side and spoke an obvious question with her eyes. Janet answered with a tiny shake of her head before getting off the bed and walking out of the room without looking at me.

	Melisa turned towards me; the same disappointment I sensed with Janet was in her eyes. She stood up on the bed and stripped out of her clothing unceremoniously. She lay down on her stomach before looking at me. Crossing her ankles, she raised her ass and shook it in invitation.

	There was a touch of wanting to hold onto something she thought she might lose. Whatever failure Janet represented, it had nothing to do with Melisa and me, but she placed it between us.

	There was a line, and Melisa crossed it.

	I pushed the blanket aside and straddled her thighs. Melisa's invitation had gotten me hard, but the pulsing need was from her attitude. I leaned forward to place my dick along the valley of her ass cheeks. I drew downward, following the line of her ass until I touched a different separation. I grabbed her ass and pushed slowly into her pussy.

	She was not ready, but I did not let it stop me. I kept pushing into her; she shook her ass to relieve the discomfort. Spreading her ass cheeks with my hands, I thrust hard into her depth. I rested, giving her body time to adjust around me.

	Having Janet close and not being able to burn in our desire had made for a restless night. I had woken up a couple of times and found I was grinding against Janet's ass.

	Melisa moved underneath me. I pulled my hips back slowly. My thrust forward was met with the caress of smooth silk. My body called for hard thrusting, relieving the night's frustration, but Melisa needed to be pushed back across the line.

	I lay down on top of her. She turned when my lips touched her ears.

	"Cum with me," I whispered as I pulled back and thrust hard. She squeezed her ass, applying pressure around me.

	"Cum with me, Sibling," I commanded. She made a soft sound in her throat and gripped me tightly with her pussy. A tear rolled down her cheek before she nodded.

	I pulled back and thrust into her. She gasped and pushed up with her ass. I let the natural rhythm of building to orgasm take my body. Within a few thrusts, she groaned. Her pussy opened for an instant and closed around me. I pulled out of her hold and thrust in hard.

	We came together; as I thickened, her body fought the expansion by contracting around my dick. Our bodies found a middle ground. I gave her my cum, and she returned it with the moisture of fulfillment.

	She crossed the line though; disappointment might have been allowed, anger even, but she thought I might/would fail her.

	Pulling out, I got on my knees beside her. I guided her to her back and opened her body by pushing her knees to her chest. Even if Janet had been the cause of Melisa's doubt, I was almost thankful for a night's worth of frustration keeping me hard. I did not need to look; I thrust and my cock found the mark, sinking deep into my First. She put her hands on my waist and pulled me towards her.

	The first time had been to relieve the immediate need. I pulled back and took what was mine. I pushed down on her legs, opening further for the next hard thrust. Scratching at me, she arched and gagged as pleasure tried to pull her in its tide.

	"David!" she screamed. Her eyes snapped opened to look at me. I met them with intent.

	Whatever came, Melisa was mine. We would not leave the bed until the thought consumed her enough to not be doubted again.

	I set a steady pace of deep, hard strokes. There was no variation in the tempo and length, regardless of what she did. She tried to break the pace with her nails, digging them into my side until they were dark with my skin. Her pussy tempted me with caress to sway from the path. She begged me to fuck her harder and come.

	She arched again as another wave crashed against her. I lowered my hands to her lower thighs. Her pussy locked around me to no avail; I ignored the pressure and kept thrusting. Her efforts to break my control increased. She moved her hips in circles, stroked her fingertips from my chest to the inside of my hips, she whispered everything she wanted me to do her.

	She begged me to turn her over and drive my cock into her ass. I looked into her eyes and smiled. I kept fucking her with the complete control I had thought I would have the first time with Doris Alex.

	Her next orgasm took her quickly. Her pussy opened to accept my thrusts, whatever Melisa thought, her body knew the strokes only lengthened her pleasure. She screamed at the top of her lungs as she hit the top part of the crest.

	When she tried to pull away from me, I wrapped my arms around her thighs and got up my knees. Only her upper back, neck, and the back of her head touched the bed. She spread her arms to balance her body as I thrust in and out, keeping to the same pace.

	She stared at me with eyes shining our truth. Reduced to us, the world was right.

	I set her down and settled my weight on her. My movements lost their rhythm as we kissed. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, squeezing me tightly. She bit my lip, cutting into the skin, and tasting blood.

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	I stood at the same spot as the day before; it had the best view out the restaurant windows.

	"Today, he -(TM)s pensive," Marie said. "But I have to admit, I'd be depressed too if no cute little blonde kissed me goodbye like yesterday."

	"You kiss cute little blondes?" I asked curiously.

	"I meant if I were you," she corrected.

	"Too bad."

	"So what's got you down today?" she asked bumping me with her hip.

	I shrugged.

	"Come on, David! You're working my tables tonight. We have to talk about something," she pleaded with humor.

	"I think I'm going to be sleeping alone tonight," I told her.

	"It surprises you?

	I looked at her, "Cute little girlfriendish blondes and smokin' redheads don -(TM)t let a man go to bed alone often."

	"Aha!" Marie exclaimed. "She is your girlfriend!"

	I stared out the windows again.

	"Well, punk!" she said. "Is she your girlfriend or not?"

	"I don't know, do girlfriends let their man kiss smokin' redheads in your world?"

	"I'm not a cute little blonde," she pointed out.

	"True," I said. "You are definitely a smokin' redhead."

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	I did sleep alone.

	Except for Marie, Saturday had passed like swimming in a sun-warmed pool without the Siblings around. Marie did not work on Sundays so even that distraction was not available the next day. We were not busy so the restaurant manager sent me home early.

	The note taped to my door was a surprise, "COME TO YOUR HOUSE!"

	I stared at it for a minute; Jason had always been better at reading people. I closed my eyes and listened. The girls would not have used a note if their intent were sexual.

	Professor's Ryan car in front of the house confirmed my suspicions. Every Sibling I knew sat around Doris Alex, in what was clearly a protective circle. Her hair was wet from a shower, and she was withdrawn. Professor Ryan sat as far from Doris Alex as possible and stared at the wall.

	"What happened?" I asked. Doris Alex had bruises on her jaw, as if someone with strong hands had grabbed and squeezed hard.

	"It was the Taus," Michael said, getting up and walking over to me. I nodded for him to continue. "Three of them caught Doris Alex coming out the back door of the library."

	"Has she been to the hospital?" I asked.

	"The Siblings took her," Professor Ryan said.

	"Has this been reported?"

	"Doris didn't want to, but we took her to the campus police after the hospital," Melisa replied.

	"I don't know if that was a good idea," Professor Ryan said quietly. "It limits the options."

	I shook my head. He raised an eyebrow at me.

	"Knowing frat boys, they -(TM)ve already boasted to their brothers," I said. "It would have been discovered eventually, so an obvious motive at the beginning of an investigation is better. It can even prevent escalation if the right option is chosen. We don't push the cops, and the brothers won't push the cops."

	I walked over to Doris Alex. She refused to look at me.

	"Come with me," I said and turned to walk into my room. She closed the door behind her and waited.

	I gestured to the foot of my bed, "Take the robe off."

	She hesitated before untying the belt and shrugging the robe to the floor. I walked around her, cataloguing the boy-made blemishes.

	Jaw.

	Left breast.

	The suggestion of a handprint on her thigh.

	Lower back.

	Purple blots on both ass cheeks from being pinched.

	"What happened?" I asked.

	Three Tau brothers surrounded Doris Alex and called her names. She tried to walk through, but they used bumping to keep her in place. Their words became more hateful when they failed to injure as deeply as they wanted.

	At the beginning, their hands were just tools to keep her in place. Doris Alex did not know which one pinched her first, but it escalated quickly. They nearly tore her top and bra off. She thought they had punched her, which explained the bruises on her lower back. She dropped to a fetal position trying to protect herself, but it only spurred them. It would have gone further if a couple of her sorority sisters had not come out the same door.

	She was sobbing when she finished her story.

	"Put the robe back on," I told her.

	I walked out of the room. Melisa and Janet stood up to join Doris Alex in my room but parked it again when I stared at them. I sat down and stared at the wall for a few minutes.

	"Michael, you're a chemistry major," I said finally.

	He nodded.

	"If I describe something, can you tell Professor Ryan what it is so he can get some for me?" When he nodded, I told him a story about my high school chemistry class.

	"I know exactly what it is, but why would you need it?" he asked.

	"I have a friend who explained that people have a nearly instinctive fear of fire," I said.

	"You have friends?" Sheryl asked disbelievingly. "I know Brothers can be friends, but you..."

	"His name is Jason," I said.

	"Where is he?" Janet asked. "He sounds intriguing."

	Doris Alex came out of my room and sat down near Melisa.

	"Only a Sibling could find Jason intriguing," I said. "Most people would use terrifying."

	I stared at the wall again.

	"Jason taught me a lot," I said. "One of the first things was everyone has an absolute right to say no at any time, no matter the circumstances. Some people had not respected that rule when he was younger."

	"I didn't say no, David," Doris Alex told me.

	"Yes, you did," I replied. "You've made it clear you're not interested. Some of Taus didn't get the hint so they asked. You said no again."

	"They weren't exactly asking me out today, David," she said.

	"No, they weren't," I said. "They wanted to punish you for saying yes to me. They were saying you didn't have the right to say no to them."

	She met my eyes.

	"Can we get the stuff for tomorrow?" I asked Professor Ryan.

	"Yes," he said with a nod. "I'd like to come along."

	I nodded.

	"You're coming too, Michael," I said without looking at him. Janet and Melisa stared at each other, obviously communicating. I walked back into my room and lay down.

	Doris Alex had hesitated to get naked in front of a Brother.
