Chapter 11

	Catching glimpses of Melisa's dad must have lit a fire under Gerald. The boy had a lively survival instinct, but even I was surprised when a pack of Tau brothers approached Doris Alex in the cafeteria the next night.

	Doris Alex had been less attentive to me since the attack. Melisa and Janet iced their shoulders in a show of solidarity. The girls chose to eat with their sorority sisters, who noticed the attitudes but made no comments. The Siblings were not punishing me for what happened to Doris Alex, yet they were obviously waiting for me to do something. Michael watched them with an air of aloofness and kept me company. He took a perverse joy in knowing the girls would have cause to regret their coldness.

	Michael slid his chair back suddenly and smiled. I looked at what got his attention and had to admit Gerald deserved more credit than I gave him.

	He walked to the girls' table, followed by the three idiots who were being corralled by six brothers. The idiots looked defiant, but the ones behind them were looking serious. Two of the cowboys were Gerald's cronies; two were the type to only join a frat for the networking; the last two were genuinely likeable young men according to some of the conversations I heard among the sorority sisters.

	Gerald and those six would mean their apologies. The idiots? would be forced, but I had confidence at a date of their choosing they would have a different reason to be sorry.

	Gerald pulled a chair up to the table. He waited until Doris Alex finished her conversation with Rachel and turned to acknowledge him. He whispered to her for a couple of minutes until she nodded. He stood up and pushed the chair aside. The idiots looked like third graders who did not understand what was wrong with pulling a girl's hair. They did not hide they were being coerced, speaking the words and not meaning a single one. The six made up for it by sitting down and talking to Doris Alex for a few minutes as a part of their apology. They seemed sincerely sorry someone they knew caused her trouble. Gerald sat down after his brothers left and talked to Doris Alex for fifteen minutes.

	The non-Sibling sisters were shocked; they spent most of the show looking between the frat boys, Doris Alex, and me. After what was obviously a dismissal from Doris Alex, Gerald stood up and stared at me. There were audible gasps from the sisters when I nodded to him. I was the only one who noticed the start of fear when he opened the cafeteria exit and came face to face with Melisa's dad.

	Rachel broke from the table, carried her tray over, and sat beside me.

	"Don't you dare, bitch!" another sister yelled, afraid she would miss out on the details. None of the Siblings joined the female invasion of my table.

	"So what did you to do them?" Rachel asked.

	"To whom?"

	I watched Melisa drag Janet to one of the exits. A structure surrounded the doors, creating a small enclosure and giving the Siblings a sound buffer. The sisters turned to see what held my interest. Janet looked like she was considering grabbing handfuls of Melisa's hair and pulling for all she was worth. Luckily, Doris Alex got between them before Janet was overcome by her baser tendencies.

	It made for an interesting sight: a redhead, a blonde, and a stick of dynamite with a lit fuse. Doris Alex nodded to Melisa. Janet spoke, only to be interrupted by Doris Alex's hand in her face. From the snickers around me, the sisters thought the move as rude as I did. Melisa crossed her arms and gave Janet a nasty smile. Doris Alex listened carefully while Melisa spoke. Janet fumed but accepted Doris Alex's lead. She waited impatiently until Doris Alex nodded at Melisa and turned towards her. Melisa walked out of the enclosure and headed our way. Doris Alex spoke to Janet who nodded, albeit very reluctantly. Finally, the girls also walked back to the table.

	The Brothers were right; Doris Alex had been in charge, but the apologies shifted enough Rank to Melisa that Doris Alex had to follow her lead in blocking whatever Janet wanted. From the look in the stick of dynamite's eyes, Melisa's dad was right about another thing--a Sibling wanting more Rank was bound to make a Brother's life interesting.

	"Someone is going to have to explain what that was about someday, but..." Rachel said turning back to me. "Exactly what did you do to drag an apology out of the Taus?"

	"He set Gerald on fire," Michael answered before I could deflect the question. My head rotated towards him, but he pointedly refused to meet my eyes.

	I got up and headed for the exit. Michael was not done with his vengeance. He was closer to Doris Alex than any other Sibling and took her attack personally. The sorority and Michael's fraternity were discreet enough not to gossip about the incident as much as the Taus had about their misbehavior, but I I saw not point in answering the sisters? questions.

	"Okay!" Alyssa, one of the more outgoing of the sisters, said loudly. "What do I have to do to fuck your man?"

	I stopped and turned around to see Alyssa facing Melisa. They looked at each other for a moment before Melisa said something which made everyone at the table laugh out loud.

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	I was reading in the over-priced coffee shop on campus when Alyssa sat down at my tale.

	"Hey, sweetie!" Alyssa looked like a thousand other coeds on campus: dyed blonde hair, unnoticeable blue eyes, and a teasing smile not quite sure of its sexual power yet. She usually walked around campus in sweatpants with the waist rolled down and a sorority sweatshirt. Her body was interestingly female, but her clothes only hinted at what was interesting about it. By coincidence of our schedules, she had been in a few classes I did not have with Melisa and taken pleasure in being the extroverted female to my introverted male. Like Doris Alex, she made it clear to other girls I was off-limits.

	"So did you really set Gerald on fire?" she asked, curious to get the details from the source. I shook my head and raised the book up. She pulled it out of my hands.

	"Oh, no!" she said, turning a few heads. "Did you really set him on fire?"

	"No," I said extending my hand for the book. She put it down but kept her hand on top of it. "He didn't actually burn."

	"Ahh..." Her eyes widened before she leaned her back. "So you would call that a close shave?"

	I laughed before pulling her hand off my book and opening it to prevent any more questions.

	"You know something, David," she whispered. "I'm going to regret you."

	I closed the book and stared at her.

	"You were stuck on Rachel," she said. "Melisa and you are tight; I guess she must have known as soon you gave up on Rachel and she beat me to your bed."

	"I didn't know you liked me."

	She blushed prettily, "I don't know if I liked you as much as I thought you were... definitely a cutie."

	I smiled; she responded with another blush.

	"I wish I had known," I told her.

	"I don't do one night stands," she replied. They were my most common relationship on campus before the Brotherhood approached me. Several had been with sorority sisters in the middle of bad breakups or trying to forget one.

	"We could have stood for a few months," I assured her. She burst into laughter.

	"Just a few months?" she asked wickedly.

	"You only think I'm cute," I replied. "That only lasts until a cuter guy comes along. Gorgeous, that's good for more than a few months."

	"Ohhh no!" she said putting her hand up. "I can deal with dark and mysterious David, but I don't know if I could resist you doing the humorous, flirting thing."

	"Really," I said smiling. "I thought this was foreplay."

	"Honey, you are dangerous!" she sighed. "Anyway, on the cute thing, if a man who can keep two women happy is kissing up on me, a REALLY cute guy would have to come along before I turned my head."

	I chuckled and reached for the book.

	"You are sleeping with Doris and Melisa, aren't you?"

	"You've asked me a few hundred questions about girls, Alyssa," I said. "Have I answered one?"

	"You must have a huge cock!" she said in an amused voice.

	"Another question I'm not going to answer," I replied laughing.

	"Tease!"

	"I didn't say I wouldn't let you find out.?

	"We can stop the flirting now...but not really." Something about the smile she gave was different from every one she had given me before. "Everybody in the sorority knows you're with Doris and Melisa. Or what I think,--they're with you. We also know Janet is seething to be number three. She's crazy about you so I understand, but even in our sorority the other two have reputations for being ice queens."

	I raised an eyebrow.

	"You're cute, sweetie, but you ain't that cute!" she said propping her chin up on her hand. "I think Melisa was waiting for you to get over Rachel, but what does Doris see in you? And why don't either one of them give a shit you're doing the other, or that Janet is going to bounce on your bed too?"

	"You could ask them," I suggested.

	"I wasn't joking when I asked Melisa what I have to do to be with you, David," she said in a deadly serious voice.

	"What makes you think Melisa has any say?" I asked.

	"Cause she put Janet on lockdown."

	"Janet said no, Alyssa," I told her. "It has nothing to do with Melisa."

	"Bullshit!" she exclaimed. ?No way on any planet, Janet said no.?

	"You're right," I said. "Janet said not right now."

	"That's not no, David," she pointed out.

	"Have you ever said 'not right now'?" She nodded carefully. "Was it a no sometimes?"

	"David, Janet is way past the line of wanting you bad!"

	"But not right now," I said. "So no.?

	She shook her head.

	"So what do you have to do to..." I whispered.

	"Sweetie, I promise you'll have a bedside seat if I decide to go that route," she whispered back.

	"What about a kiss?" I asked suddenly.

	"Just a kiss wasn't negotiated," she said brightly. Her eyes were lightening from a plain blue to something deeper.

	"So I get to decide," I said.

	"Why would Melisa let you decide? You're a man. Two girls at home and you're trying to kiss a third," she asked.

	"Maybe if I kiss you, I'd be more likely to need a bedside seat."

	She changed chairs, getting closer to me.

	"So can I?" I asked staring at her lips.

	"Can you what?"

	"Kiss you."

	"David, you have two of the best looking girls on campus waiting for you to get back to them, and you want to kiss me."

	"I want to know what I missed," I said.

	"So you're a sadist," she replied with a sexy smile.

	"I want to know what I missed."

	"Don't give up on that bedside seat so easily. College is a time for sexual experimentation, right?" I watched her tongue as she licked her lips.

	"Alyssa, you strike me as the kind to only talk the talk."

	"What makes you think that?" she asked with a dangerous glint in her eye.

	"You haven't answered my question yet," I replied. She laughed out loud and looked at me.

	"Yes," she said.

	I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

	"What?" she asked. I nodded towards the door; Rachel had walked in.

	"You won't kiss me in front of her?" Alyssa asked offended.

	"I would," I said. "Would you?"

	She hesitated.

	"No," she said. "Even with Doris and Melisa hanging on your dick, Rachel thinks a part of you belongs to her. It does, doesn't it?"

	"I don't make decisions based on what isn't going to be, Alyssa."

	Rachel smiled, noticing my automatic attention of her.

	"Melisa was serious about letting me have you, wasn't she? She doesn't care about Rachel!"

	I turned all of my attention on Alyssa, "It's a good thing you didn't pursue anything with me."

	"Why?!?"

	"You must not think much of me to believe I'd disrespect a woman I was having sex with by placing Rachel above her."

	"You two look serious," Rachel said sitting down at the table. She stared at Alyssa for a second and then at me. "Are you trying to add a fourth to your collection, David?"

	"You can't add to a collection, Rachel," I said staring at Alyssa. "Something belongs there, or it doesn?t."

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	Jason was right; Siblings did not write notes for certain things. Melisa and Janet were waiting at my room door. Melisa wore a white dress barely coming down over her ass; Janet wore matching black.

	"You're needed at your house, Brother," Melisa said. I nodded before pressing her against the door and kissing her. My hands slipped down her thighs as low as I could go. Janet was in position when I turned to kiss her. I wove my hand around to her ass and pulled her against me.

	I released the girls long enough to open the door and guide them inside.

	"David!" I slammed the door shut behind me and ignored Melisa's protest. I put a hand on the small of their backs and walked them to the bed.

	They turned easily when I made the desire known. I pulled them into my arms. Janet's mouth was hungry, eager to kiss. Melisa cast her protest aside for the moment, gladly taking her turn.

	I filled my hands with black and blonde hair. The girls stared at me when I pulled their heads back. I turned them into each other. Janet's hands went immediately to Melisa's breasts. The kiss was a struggle for domination; neither seemed willing to give an inch so they kept adding fuel to the fire waiting for the other to run.

	I pulled them apart; they kept staring at each other, even when I spun to the bed and bent them over it.

	"Don't move," I instructed.

	Staring at them, I decided to start with Melisa. I knelt down behind her. She spread her legs when I touched her ankles. My hands drifted up her calves; I kissed the back of her knees before allowing my hands to go farther; I pushed the dress to her waist. The panties were white and tiny, her scent strong when I pulled them down.

	"Legs together." Melisa's body moved automatically to my bidding. I continued the panties? journey down her legs until she stepped out of them. I did not have to ask for her to spread. I stood up and put my hand to center of her heat. Melisa moaned when my fingers touched her clit.

	"Hold that thought," I said and moved behind Janet.

	I got the dress out of the way before bending down. Janet's panties were black and as tiny as Melisa's. I bit her ass cheek while my hands passed over her legs. I took my time taking her panties off. I slipped them halfway down and followed the separation of her ass cheeks with a finger. She tried to open her pussy for my hand while keeping her legs together.

	Janet's body offered no resistance when I pushed two fingers inside. She grabbed the bed sheet and moaned. I pulled my fingers out to finish taking her panties off. I put a hand on each girl to bring them closer together.

	"Kiss," I told them.

	They wanted to renew their struggle for control, but my exploring hands were difficult to ignore. The kiss softened, becoming an afterthought as they focused on the attention I was giving their bodies.

	They came at the same time.

	"Doris is waiting for you," Melisa said a few minutes later. I was standing behind Janet, my hands kneading her asscheeks, spreading them so I could study the wet pink of her pussy.

	I wanted to fuck Janet, but she was going away for the summer. I had also been expecting Doris Alex wanting to speak to me. By most measures, she had been cold after the Taus attacked her. The girls seemed disappointed when I backed away. There was none of the stinging to it as before, more like the frustration of trying to communicate a word in a language that does not need it.

	"Leave them," I said when they bent down for their panties. They looked at me with identical tilts to their heads. "In fact, find something to wear in the closet and drop the dresses too."

	A few of my floormates were in the lounge to catch the girls get into the elevator wearing shoes, my shirts, and smiles. I knew I could count on them to deliver the message to my roommate. The Taus were not done with me so I wanted to give them plenty of excuses to forego reason and come head on.

	"First," Janet said in the car.

	"No," Melisa replied.

	"But..."

	"This is what's best for David, Sibling," Melisa said.

	Janet stared out the car window for a full minute before nodding.

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	At the house, Melisa and Janet led me into the bathroom. The girls undressed each other; their movements were not meant to excite. They had been sent with instructions and were intent on following them to the letter.

	Melisa pushed the jacket off my shoulders while Janet got behind me. When they had me naked, they guided me into the tub with them.

	They wanted me squeaky clean and had they not been naked too I would have described the experience as clinical. Melisa pushed me under the shower stream and used her hands to push the soap from my body. Janet was waiting with a towel when I stepped out of the stream. The girls patted me down with towels before putting them down and mouth-blowing me dry.

	They inspected me before nodding to each other. Janet took one hand and Melisa the other. They walked me to my bedroom doors. Reaching out to the knobs, the girls pushed the doors wide open.

	Doris Alex was kneeling at the foot of my bed.

	The girls let me go. I turned and studied them. They were smiling happily at me.

	"I like Melisa's hair," I told Janet. "I won't pretend to know what's going on between the two of you, but you're not allowed to pull any of it out."

	I smiled at Melisa, "No scratching or biting."

	"I like biting!" Janet protested.

	"You know what I mean," I replied patiently.

	"He didn't say no handcuffs," Janet whispered as she closed the living room doors behind her.

	I walked over to stand next to Doris Alex. She looked at my dick before meeting my eyes.

	"I would have waited, Brother."

	I sat on the bed and stared at her, "Janet wants to wait."

	Doris Alex looked towards the doors before nodding. She seemed to want to say something but sighed instead.

	"I hesitated to take the robe off because the bruises were ugly. Not because I didn't want to be naked in front of you, Brother," she said lifting her chin proudly.

	"Take your..." Her robe hit the ground as the r rolled out of my mouth.

	"You can barely tell," I said frowning.

	"Bruises aren't pretty," she replied. "I heal quickly. Not as fast as you do, but it serves."

	"How do you..." The smell of roses was as powerful as the willingness in her eyes. I let it go; the Brotherhood would not have dismissed what Jason called my gifts as easily as others.

	With her eyes on my dick, Doris Alex inched towards me, "I want to express my gratitude, David."

	I nodded.

	"On the bed, Brother." For submissives, Siblings tended to give a lot of orders. Though at the moment, it would have been inappropriate to take Doris Alex to task.

	I slid backwards until I could lie with my head on the pillow. She got up, walked to my desk, and picked up a water bottle. She put it on the stand to my right before climbing on the bed. She straddled my hips and sat down with her pussy caressing my dick. She gathered her hair in a ponytail to tie it with a band from around her wrist.

	Doris Alex killed me--twice.

	The first time was an exquisite victimization beginning with her mouth on mine. Her motion down to kiss me broke the contact below. I pushed up with my hips, but she avoided the touch. She stopped our kiss, put her hands on my shoulders, and pushed down.

	"You took care of my problem, David," she whispered. "Let me take care of you."

	She reached for the water bottle, taking a sip while looking down at me. She put the bottle back and came down for another kiss. She put her hands on either side of my face, deepening the touch of our lips. She quested with dips and rolls, giving me every side of her tongue to enjoy.

	Doris Alex sat up a little and moved upwards. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of my hair in a grip tight enough to sting; she needed a second to regain control of herself.

	The thought of a woman licking me from head to toe had never been sensual; saliva on my face was not the most attractive sounding proposition. Doris Alex had a different methodology to the head to toe thing.

	She traced my skin with her lips and cheekbones. She purred with pleasure as the skin on her cheekbone passed delicately over my lips. She nibbled the hollow under my earlobes and whispered her desire into my ear. She moved down my neck where the licks and things began: licks, nibbles, kisses, and nips following the bloodlines to my heart.

	I wanted her to continue downward, but her teeth moved on my arms. I had not known my biceps were sensitive to the touch of perfect ivory. The kiss on the inside of my wrist was feminine; the biting of the muscle that joined thumb to palm possessive.

	She sucked my fingers before beating a hasty return to my neck. More licks, more nibbles, more kisses, more nips. She went back to rubbing my skin with hers as she moved down to my chest. She licked my nipples. She bit and sucked down the side of my body. She bit and licked across me just below the waist. She bit and sucked up the other side.

	Her tongue followed the channels on my abs. She tried to deepen them, like nature built canyons, with pressure and time spent on the details. She followed the line on the inside of my hips to my legs.

	Doris Alex abused the sensitivity of my legs. Her teeth woke every nerve ending on my thighs; my cock reacted to each application of pressure barely on the side of sharpness. I was almost glad when she moved lower. She tickled my feet with teeth, but the conclusion was near.

	She knelt between my legs and grabbed my diamond hard shaft. It was a fight not to come in her hand. She felt it and gave me time to grasp the edges of control with my toes.

	Lowering her head, she took me to the root in one smooth movement. I did not fall short in the department of size and thickness, but Doris Alex was gifted. She surrounded me in wet and warmth. I grabbed fistfuls of bedding and struggled to hold back. I wanted it to last longer than one swallow.

	Doris Alex had other plans, and the tools to defeat mine. She licked my balls. I was completely in her mouth, but she managed to get her tongue out to tease me. She licked each testicle separately to drive the point across--I was in her care.

	I lost it in a flood, groaning as the second shot escaped my body. Doris Alex made a sound like a cat mewling. Her eyes met mine; I watched as pleasure overtook her. My eyes lost focus when she sucked, drinking the last of what she could draw.

	My head collapsed to the pillow. She set me free from her mouth and used her tongue. There was no cum to lick up, but the sounds coming from her ensured me she was enjoying it anyway.

	I floated in the aftermath for fifteen minutes until Doris Alex sat up. She grabbed my hand and pulled. I got up to follow her. She led me to the bathroom and stood me in front of the toilet.

	There was no good reason for her to hold my penis as I took a piss, but she did it. She guided me in front of the sink and giggled while she splashed my face with cold water.

	Her actions required an appropriate response.

	We made it back into the bedroom after making a wet mess of the bathroom. She got on the bed, patting the spot beside her. She straddled my ass when I lay down on my stomach. I crossed my arms and rested my head on them.

	The second death was slower.

	Doris Alex was an artist at arousal. She dragged her nails along my skin. It was relaxing: neither a scratch, nor the beginning of tease. She was touching me and enjoying it. A nail traced my spine and moved across the top of my buttocks. She used all of them to paint my sides. I was more sensitive behind than up front so it only took her a few minutes to get the reaction she wanted; I moved beneath her to make room for my expanding dick.

	She leaned down and blew on the back of my neck. I gritted my teeth; Doris Alex bit my neck. She licked the pain away only to bite me again. She kissed the sides of my neck and moved in a trail of touches to my shoulders. She scraped her teeth lightly on my triceps and kissed on until she could rub her cheeks on the backs of my hands. She came back to nibble on the side of my neck. She licked a path down my spine until she got to the middle of my back. There, she split to the left, marking different spots as her personal territory for the night. She moved right and marked me again.

	Any time she came close to causing pain, she licked only to bite me again. She kissed a line to the small of my back. She knew she had struck gold so she licked, nibbled, kissed, bit, and repeated them in fluid combinations.

	I took great pleasure in touching a woman's ass, kissing her hips, biting her asscheeks, palming them, nibbling her skin, at times even tonguing her rose. Doris Alex taught me to take pleasure in having a Sibling do it to me.

	She kissed down my legs and crawled off the bed. I turned over to look at her. She knelt at the foot of the bed waiting. I moved down and stood in front of her. She extended her tongue to lick under the crown of my rigid dick. She licked my dick from root to tip. Her eyes opened and closed as she learned every inch of me with her most tactile-sensitive digit.

	Doris Alex opened her mouth and took my head in. She swept it in circles with her tongue before taking more inside. I wanted it slow; she took years to seat me totally in her mouth.

	I would have maintained control; she had drained me once so I had it in me to enjoy a long oral session. I made the mistake of looking around our point of contact--a spot on the floor between her legs captivated me. Three drops of clear liquid. As I watched, a fourth drop fell from Doris Alex to unify the first three. Doris Alex's eyes were wide open, but her being was elsewhere: in the skin of her lips, in her tongue on my cock.

	Doris Alex had become my pleasure.

	I grabbed handfuls of her hair. The first time had been to show she could take me. Her hands came up to grab my ass. She spurred me with her nails to let go of control and use her mouth. I was not gentle, but she did not want me to be. I took her mouth over and over, harder than I had fucked most pussies. Her nails dug deeper, not to drive me, in reaction of being the role she had cast herself in.

	Feeling my impending demise, I leaned over her. Her tongue went wild as I stroked in and out of her mouth. I pulled her head against me as I thickened. Doris Alex came with me. She swallowed, massaging the head of my dick. She was too well trained not to finish it right. I tried to pull away slowly, but she pushed me. I fell, sitting on the bed. She tortured me with her mouth and tongue. Escape was impossible so I held my breath and let her take care of me.

	She let me down easily with kisses.

	I crawled back until I was completely on the bed. She flopped on her back on top of me and took a deep breath. Her energy flowed into me; she needed more even if she did not ask for it. I opened my legs, spreading hers. My hand moved down to her pussy lips. They were wet with excitement. I dipped two fingers inside; she squeezed down. She moaned when I pulled them out and panted when I pushed my other hand between us. I was not gentle as I forced my fingers into her pussy and ass.

	She spread her legs as far as she could. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and touched her clit. She convulsed at the first touch, fucking my other fingers with her ass. It caused her to convulse again. I applied pressure to her clit and rubbed while I stroked my fingers in and out of her ass.

	Her orgasm was violent. She screamed and had to grab her legs to stay open for me. She arched her back and made guttural noises as I kept on her clit and her ass, carrying her to the same edge she had pushed me from. She convulsed madly as a second orgasm approached. I took mercy on her and dipped the fingers on her clit lower. I fucked her pussy and ass. She squeezed her breasts as the sensation changed. It slowed her ascent but only to increase the pressure carrying her up.

	She grabbed the headboard. Her grip lent her the leverage to fuck my fingers at the pace she needed. I held still as she used me to jump off the cliff. She screamed again as the floodgates opened.

	When she relaxed on top of me, I thought about taking my fingers out of her, but there was no reason to. Eventually, she ended up beside me fast asleep. I was drifting in the same direction when I heard the door open. Melisa walked in wearing a bathrobe. She sat on the bed and looked at me.

	"You should take your fingers out of her ass, baby," she said.

	"She doesn't mind."

	Melisa grabbed my wrist with one hand and put her other hand on Doris Alex's ass. She drew my fingers out slowly. She held my hand up as she reached into the drawer of the bedside stand and pulled out a wet-nap.

	"Just because she likes having them in there as she's falling asleep, doesn't mean you should leave them there all night," she lectured while wiping them clean. She let go of my hand and tossed the napkin into the trash. I grabbed her robe and tugged.

	"You can't be horny already. She only stopped screaming fifteen minutes ago," she said surprised. I tugged on her robe. I was not horny; I wanted the robe off. She shook her head but did exactly what I wanted. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her forehead. She snuggled closer to me and yawned.

	"What are you doing the next few days?" she asked sleepily. Thursday and Friday were reading days, and Saturday was the Sorority Formal. I had taken the weekend off from the restaurant because of the Formal and my only difficult exam on Monday. I was not going to study until Sunday night regardless of how much time I had, but I planned to do a lot of the re-reading for my other exams.

	"Nothing," I answered.

	"Good." I waited for more, but it did not come.

	"Why?" I asked.

	"Doris Alex isn't the only one who wanted to say thank you," she said. "Plus an important part of your training is multiple Siblings."

	"I thought we already started on that," I said. "As I recall, there was you and Doris Alex in my bed, not to mention tonight with you and Janet.?

	"Doris Alex and me were teasing each other," she said. "And with Janet..."

	She reached across my body and stroked Doris Alex's ass with her fingertips. Doris Alex inched closer in reaction.

	"You've chosen to wait until after the summer for Janet so that was just foreplay."
