Chapter 7

	I woke up in the middle of the night spooned against Doris Alex's back with Melisa behind me. It was my hard-on pushing uncomfortably against Doris Alex's pajama bottoms that disturbed my sleep. I could have moved: turned to my back or even around to face Melisa. At that moment, those options seemed unreasonable; I liked the smell of roses. I put my hand on the waistband of Doris Alex's pants and pushed them down. She wiggled backwards so I pushed harder. She turned her head towards me and opened her eyes. I pushed on the waistband of her pants again. She lifted up and pushed the pants down her hips and thighs. I used my feet to push the pajamas farther down until she kicked them off.

	I put my hand on her hip and guided her around until I could curl against her back again. When I pulled her towards me, she came willingly, wiggling her ass against my groin. Melisa reached over me to slap Doris Alex's thigh. Doris Alex giggled and stopped moving. Melisa grabbed my hard dick and placed it against the separation of Doris Alex's ass.

	Doris Alex raised her leg, letting Melisa guide my dick into place. Doris Alex closed her legs, trapping my dick against her pussy. She giggled again as she used her thigh muscles squeeze my cock in pulses. Melisa grabbed my wrist and pushed my hand under Doris Alex's top. I cupped Doris Alex's breast and pushed my hips against her. Melisa moved closer to me, placing an arm over me and on Doris Alex's hip.
	
	Seconds later, we were asleep.

	Doris Alex getting out of bed in the morning woke me up again. She turned to look at me when I sat up.

	"I have to go to class," she whispered, putting a hand on my face. I nodded, and she kissed my cheek. I lay down, pulled Melisa into my arms, and fell back to sleep.

	The next time I opened my eyes, Melisa was staring at me. She smiled as the last of the night's sleep left my eyes. She grabbed my hand and crawled out of bed. I followed her into the living room and hallway. I heard voices in the kitchen but did not think anything of walking around the house naked.

	Melisa pushed open a door to show me the bathroom. She directed me inside and pointed towards the sink. I was glad to see my preference in toiletries. I turned after finishing with the mouthwash to see Melisa turning knobs in the large tub. She sat on the edge making sure the temperature was exactly what she wanted before turning on the showerhead. She stepped into the tub and let the water wash over her. She turned to look at me. Janet had obviously shared her notes about how much I liked wet.

	I chose jeans and a white shirt from the clothes in the drawer and wardrobe. I was not surprised Melisa entered the room wearing the same things. She nodded for me to follow her into the kitchen.

	I already knew Michael but had to be introduced to Sheryl. She had the olive skin, dark hair, and eyes of a classic Italian beauty. She was nervous until I ignored her to talk to Michael. Her nervousness convinced me moving into the house before the semester ended would be a mistake. Michael, on the other hand, was more comfortable around me.

	Shery gave me a message to meet Professor Ryan for a late lunch after my second class. I nodded to everyone before leaving to pick books up from my dorm room.

	Focusing in class was easier than I would have thought. There was nothing for me to think about outside the room. Melisa would be there, as would Doris Alex and Janet.

	Professor Ryan was waiting for me. I sat down across from him, but we did not speak until after we ordered food.

	He sat back and smiled at me, "You seem more relaxed."

	I laughed, which he joined me in after a couple of seconds.

	"I had an enjoyable evening," I said. He nodded and waited for our drinks to be dropped off before reaching into his briefcase to pull out a folder.

	"If your acceptance of the ring had been handled like other Brothers, you would not be receiving something like this, instead we would have some fairly extensive conversations," Dr Ryan said. "You can read the contents here, but I have to destroy all of it afterwards."

	Samantha's assurances during my interview helped keep the curiosity about the differences in my recruitment at bay.

	"It doesn't contain enough information to expose us, but we don't like to take chances," he said. I nodded and waited. He looked like he was going to continue. "The Brotherhood is broken into seven branches, David. Four of the branches can support three hundred fifty Brothers; three support two hundred. A Brother represents each branch in our council."

	"Why the disparity in sizes between branches?"

	"Each branch serves different purposes within the Brotherhood: Sibling management, scientific research, socio-economic research, searching for signs of exposure, etc. Even though each Brother is given a sizeable nest egg, all branches manage separate joint accounts using our investment companies."

	"What does the council do?" I asked.

	"They make strategic decisions about how to maintain our financial growth and secrecy."

	I nodded.

	"If a branch grows too small, or makes too much money, the council works to balance things."

	"Too much money?"

	"Investments are arranged to allow transferring money between branches. There are also investigations if a branch's finances are doing badly."

	"That still doesn't explain the size difference?"

	"The small branches perform an additional service. Brothers believe it to be vital, but that it requires balancing. We have chosen outnumbering the small branches as our control."

	"Does the council serve other purposes?" I asked.

	"Yes," he said and took a sip of water.

	"What type of branch am I in?" I asked. He was not going to give more than the one word answer.

	"We are members of a small branch."

	"Am I going to find out what the extra service we provide the council?"

	"Even though the council gives direction, David, our duty is performed in the name of the Brotherhood. Although the interviewing Brothers and I expect you will be given full disclosure in the future, we cannot do so until you adjust completely to being one of us," he replied.

	I opened my mouth to ask another question, but he raised his hand to stop me.

	"There are a few unspoken rules among us, David. Since we cannot isolate you, I suppose they must be spoken: don't ask a Sibling about other Brothers, don't look for Brothers outside your cell, and don't ask about the small branches' duty."

	I sat back and stared at him. I nodded but had a question for what he just said.

	"Cell?" I asked

	He nodded, "Brothers exist in cells."

	"That's not a very popular term." I pointed out.

	"We used it long before anyone else did," he said with a shrug. "Each cell has ten Brothers. The cell provides the necessary social interaction between equals."

	"When will I meet the rest of my cell?"

	"It can't happen for a while, so you'll have to make do with me as your Brother to Brother contact."

	I shrugged; I enjoyed the company of Professor Ryan, Samantha, and Robert but did not see any point in seeing them on a day-to-day basis unless necessary. He nodded as if my reaction had been expected.

	"Robert is our branch's council member," he told me, which set an internal alarm off. Why would a council member be used as my interviewer?

	"Do they get elected?" I asked instead of the more pointed question.

	He smirked.

	"No," he replied. "Resigning council members choose their replacement. The only prohibition is against choosing a Brother related by blood. If they wish to do so, the rest of the council must unanimously vote to accept the selection. It is one of the few times the council imposes its will on a branch's affairs without a compelling danger to the Brotherhood."

	I nodded thoughtfully.

	"Roderigo is Robert's chosen replacement."

	I snorted.

	"You don't like the choice?" he asked.

	"I couldn't imagine a better person to represent me." He laughed, knowing what I meant.

	The waiter dropped off our food and after he left I opened the folder. The information in it was couched in general terms but knowing Professor Ryan's additions helped to connect the dots.]

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	A faint specter of annoyance touched me. At first, I thought it was the lack of information in the documents Professor Ryan made available to me. They did not contain much more than what he told me.

	The only new information on the council was that two crested Siblings served in a non-voting capacity. There was a lot of filler on the responsibilities of different branches, like Sibling management also meant dealing with the financial contributions to organizations like Melisa's sorority and Michael's fraternity. The number of private charities the Brotherhood supported was surprising. Most of the organizations did not know there were unseen strings attached to them. Putting a Brother, or more commonly a crested Sibling, at their head was the preferred method of controlling organizations receiving a majority of their funding from the Brotherhood. There was nothing about a small branch's special duty, but I expected the omission.

	I was having dinner with Melisa, Janet, and Michael at the student cafeteria Tuesday night when I realized my growing annoyance had nothing to with the lack of information. A couple of Army ROTC cadets walked through my field of vision in BDUs, reminding me of times I put my life on the line with significantly less information for microscopically less reward than the Brotherhood had already given me.

	I put my fork down and dove into the core of the unfamiliar feeling. It was actually a form of tired restlessness, like being told at the last minute a mission was no-go. Naming it properly made it easier to find the cause.

	"Why did I sleep alone last night?" I slept in the dorm Monday night and, though I had not acknowledged it, spent most of the night waiting for Melisa to come to my room. The question must have been expected; they put their forks down and sat back. I got the feeling they were setting themselves.

	"You chose to sleep alone last night, David," Melisa said. Her voice was flat without being insulting.

	"I have to ask?"

	"No, but you have to... tell us or show us," she replied.

	"We don't know you well enough, David," Janet stopped to look at Melisa, who nodded. "You can tell us you don't like sleeping alone or that you like sleeping with us, and we will make the necessary arrangements."

	"A Sibling does not expect to have to ask for anything, Brother," Michael stopped and stared at me to ensure the statement stood alone before continuing. "No Sibling here applied for their scholarship. What we need, Brothers provide."

	"You are a Brother, David," Janet stated. "You should not expect an available Sibling to deny you anything.”

	Melisa looked at me strangely so I knew there was something significant about what Janet had said at the end.

	I slept alone that night too.

	Spending a second night in a row alone cleared my thinking on the issue of telling Melisa she was expected in my bed. I would take the Siblings at their word; there was no issue.

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	I took Melisa out to dinner on Wednesday night.

	"You should do this with Doris," she said while trying to make up her mind between the desserts the restaurant offered.

	I looked around. The place was expensive but did not fit my image of Doris Alex. I thought something darker and quieter would be more appropriate. She did not like attention from people outside the Brotherhood, even the solicitousness of an expert wait-staff would make her uncomfortable.

	I shrugged.

	"Take her out tomorrow," Melisa urged.

	"I thought I was supposed to stay clear of other Siblings," I said. Doris Alex had been forward and left little doubt what she wanted during my first night as a Brother, but I thought it was something for after my training. Although I was still waiting for the official announcement, I suspected my training had already begun, just not in a form I understood.

	"Uncrested Siblings do not deny a Brother physical pleasure," she said, clipping each word. "I said Siblings will understand you are not ready take responsibility in all the ways they may need. I'm sure the Brothers do not expect you to fulfill all your duties to them yet either."

	I nodded but said nothing else. Professor Ryan's folder illustrated Brothers kept their secrets close and would not give me any more until I had proven myself worthy of the trust. Melisa did not intone any curiosity about Brothers; she simply made a statement.

	"You are a Brother, David. You will be living in the same house as Doris, an uncrested Sibling considered a paragon of proper behavior. No one in the Society expects anything other than her sucking and fucking you at your earliest leisure." 

	Melisa Bryar using inelegant terms made me take the dessert menu out of her hands and call for the check.

	We needed it too much to make our second night more than a brief, explosive joining. She cuddled close to me, and I found the quiet sleep which eluded me the previous two nights. My college dorm bed was not meant for two people, but since Melisa preferred to sleep mostly on top of me, it was comfortable enough.

	I closed my eyes not knowing Melisa had plans for the morning. Plans with repercussions I would come to wonder if Siblings hoped for.

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	I woke up when my roommate approached the door. He spent most evenings at the frat house and rarely stumbled in before two am. He was not quiet entering the room or getting into bed. Melisa grumbled and cuddled closer to me.

	I woke up again when Melisa crawled over me to get out of bed.

	"I'll be right back," she whispered. I looked at my clock while she wrapped a towel around her body. It was 7:30 am so I figured she was going for a quick bathroom run.

	I was surprised when after hopping on top of the bed she handed me my toothbrush and a plastic cup of water. She changed positions so her legs were folded underneath. I sat up and looked at her. She nodded at the toothbrush, which had toothpaste on it. She pushed my blanket off me and looked at my dick. She was naked and looked like she washed before coming back to my bed.

	I shrugged and brushed my teeth quickly. I used some of the water to rinse my mouth out and spat it back into the cup. She reached around me and handed me mouthwash. I used it, spitting it into the cup also. She took the cup out of my hand and placed it on top of the drawer set behind me. She put her hands on my chest and pushed so I lay back down.

	I looked over at my roommate's bed. He was facing us but seemed asleep. Melisa straddled my thigh and leaned down to kiss my chest. She moved upwards until she was face-to-face looking into my eyes.

	She was completely focused on me, bringing me to instant hardness. She placed her smiling lips on mine. I held back from taking control. We kissed only with our lips. She broke the kiss and stared into my eyes.

	Her focus intensified.

	She kissed me again, giving me her tongue. She put her hands on either side of my face and tried to get her tongue as deep into my mouth as she could. I reached around to grab her ass. She gasped when my fingers explored between her asscheeks and down to her pussy. She sat up to escape my questing fingers.

	She took a deep breath and shook her head at me. I smiled and put my hands under my head to signal I would not try to take over right away. She gave me a quick kiss and put her hand on my chin. She pushed it up and assaulted my neck with her tongue.

	At first, it tickled and I tried to move away. She reached down and grabbed my dick. As she stroked me, the sensations, above and below, battled each other. I moved my hips to lengthen the stroke through her hand. She took her hand away and moved her tongue down to my chest. She licked my nipples and continued down my torso. She sensitized my skin with her tongue and took it away by scraping me with her teeth.

	She licked her way to my groin and kissed the inside of my hips while my dick touched her face. She looked up at me; her eyes were hungry as she rubbed her face on my hard-on. She kissed down my left thigh until she reached my knee. She put both her knees between my legs and kissed up my right thigh.

	Melisa grabbed my dick and stood it straight up. She looked at me and smiled sex. She pushed the hair on the left side of her face behind her ear. I was reminded of the motion Doris Alex had used the first time I saw her with Professor Ryan. I stopped myself from looking towards my roommate. For whatever reason, Melisa was making sure he had a perfect view.

	She studied my cock, moving it around to look at it from every angle. Melisa lay my dick down pointing towards my chest and made another careful study of my sack. She looked into my eyes and opened her mouth. Keeping eye contact, she leaned down and licked between my testicles and up the centerline of my dick. I watched as she stood my dick up again and put her teeth on the tip. She pressed down gently before opening her mouth. She extended her tongue out and touched it to the opening at the tip. She licked down the head of my dick in a spiral until she had it in her mouth.

	Popping me out of her mouth, she moved to the right side of my dick. From the base, she kissed her way up my length. She licked her way back down and switched to the left side. She kissed up and licked down. She sat up a little and looked at me with happy eyes. She stroked my dick with her hands until my hips moved in reaction. She smiled and leaned down to take the head of my dick into her mouth. She pushed her face onto me but could only take a few inches. She tried to take me even deeper but stopped when she gagged. She pulled back a little, put her hand on the part of me that she could not take, and stroked up to her lips.

	She sucked on me hard while her tongue rubbed the bottom of my dick. She pulled her head back but stroked upwards with her hand. She took me back inside, grunting in frustration when she had to pull away from her gagging point. She gave me the suck and tongue treatment again. Melisa pulled back slowly and descended at a deliberate pace. She did not push me to her gagging point; instead, she fucked her mouth with my dick.

	It felt like there was nothing else in the world to her but my dick in her mouth. Instead of rubbing me with her tongue at depth, she caressed me with it as my dick penetrated into her mouth. She sucked me hard at different points: first at the depth, then just the head, and sometimes she did it as she pulled away from me.

	Her hand joined the fray and stroked the part of me she could not take inside. She cupped my testicles with her other hand and massaged them. I put my hands in her hair and pushed down. She took as much as she could. I held her, enjoying the feel of her tongue on the bottom of my dick, one hand stroking from base to her lips, and her other hand massaging my balls.

	I pulled her back. She let me guide the motion and speed of my dick fucking in and out of her mouth. I did it for a couple of eternally slow minutes before deciding I had enough and drew her away from my dick. She came willingly and kissed me hard. I reached between my legs and tried to place my dick between her pussylips. She moved her ass so I could not get the right alignment. I looked at her hard; she only smiled innocently.

	She put her left foot on the bed and knelt on her right knee. She reached down and grabbed my dick. She stood it straight up again and looked into my eyes as she lowered her pussy until we touched. She settled her hips downward until the head of my dick penetrated her. She grimaced in pleasure as her body's natural tightness captured me. She stroked me with her hand to keep me hard as her body slowly allowed her to take more.

	Almost completely impaled, she let go of my dick and put her left knee down on the bed. She kissed me hard, demanding I take control immediately. I reached behind her and grabbed an asscheek in each hand. I took a tight grip, spread her, and pumped hard to complete our joining.

	Melisa moaned loudly.

	She put her hands on my chest and pushed up to a sitting position. She dropped her head back and rotated her hips in slow circles. She stroked her pussy up my dick and settled her weight on me. She grunted in frustration and seemed to decide waiting for her body to make itself ready for some serious fucking would take too long. She sat down hard, forcing me as deep into her as she could take and rocked her hips back and forth.

	"Yes!" she gasped with deep satisfaction lacing her voice as the motion took her where she wanted to be. I pushed up to increase the contact, and her hip motion became wilder.

	She opened her eyes but could not focus on me. I reached between her legs and wedged my thumb between us to touch her clit. She shook her head and sat up, grabbing my wrist with both hands. I took hold of her hip with my other hand, and we wrestled for control of her orgasm. I rubbed at her clit; she tried to pull my hand away so she could get to her pleasure with the movement of her hips. Her hand weakened the longer I kept rubbing. Finally, she only used the grip on my wrist to stabilize her body as she moved her hips to stimulate her depth with my cock and increase the speed of the rubbing at her clit.

	Every muscle in her body tightened. She held her breath trying to hold in the noise she wanted to make. I did not understand the point considering the noise she had been making up to that point. She reached down, grabbed the blanket, brought it to her mouth, and bit down. I rubbed her clit hard. She used the blanket to cover her entire face. It was muffled, but her orgasm was still a noisy experience. Her pussy gripped me tightly but something about not being able to see her face as she came allowed me to enjoy it without being overcome.

	She relaxed on top of me and put the blanket down. She smiled in deep satisfaction. She rested her upper body on mine and grabbed my face in both hands, kissing me with just her lips again. She reared back and stared at me. I reached down and grabbed her ass. She raised an eyebrow as I explored between her asscheeks again.

	She shook her head in an exasperated motion before stroking up and off my cock. She turned around and straddled my hips again. The penetration into her was made smoother by the lubrication provided from her orgasm. She sat down with me seated inside her. I grabbed her asscheeks and spread them as wide as I could. She ground her ass in circles. I got harder from the motion and view. She moaned at the increased thickness and squeezed me.

	I wanted to fuck into her hard, but the position did not allow the action. She spread her knees as wide as she could and leaned down. It worked to pull her pussy up my dick. She kept moving downwards until her chest touched my legs. I spread them, and she pressed her face into the bed. I was staring at my dick penetrating into her pussy, at her ass, and her anus. I had the room to fuck so I gripped her ass hard to stroke in and out of her. I watched as I took her, let some of her go, and took her again.

	She tightened and released her pussy around my dick to match the strokes. I could not hold on for long but looking at her ass in the position, I wanted to push the envelope. I let go of her ass with my right hand and touched the line between her cheeks. Her pussy locked around me as she felt my thumb on her anus. I applied gentle but sure pressure; Melisa lost it. Before I penetrated her ass with my thumb, her pussy released me. She lifted her hips and slammed them down. Her pussy felt like it was molding itself in the image of my dick. She grabbed my ankles and came with wonderful pressure around my cock.

	It was too much. I grabbed her hips, pushed her up, and held her still so I could fuck her. I stroked in and out a few times, but she suddenly dismounted. She reached between her legs, grabbed my cock with both hands, and stroked me. Cum jetted out me, landing in a trail from my pubic hair, up my stomach, to my chest.

	She milked the last of my cum out before she sitting up. She turned around, and I looked at her hard. She ignored me with a smile and scooted down the bed. She put her hands on my thighs and lowered her face.

	The Bryar Patch licked and sucked me clean.

	It was not an everyday oral cleaning after coitus. Her breathing sped up as she licked the length of me; in my softening, she was able to take me completely in her mouth. She let me go and moved onto learning the texture of my testicles with her tongue. She moved to my pubic hair and seemed to check each strand individually for any trace of my essence. She licked her way to my stomach and put her lips on the first pool of seed she came to. She slurped it, kissed the spot she fed from, and licked to get the last of the flavor from my skin. She followed the trail of cum upwards, cleaning my body until she reached the last deposit. She dipped her tongue into it and grabbed my biceps. Her entire body tightened.

	Melisa Bryar came once more as she surrounded the spot with her lips to suck the last of my cum into her. I thought Doris Alex's blowjob orgasm had been impressive, but this was outside my fantasies. Melisa looked at me with glazed eyes and smiled.

	"God, I'm such a cum-slut!" Her words were clear as a bell. She rechecked my body to make sure she had not missed any cum before sitting up and scrunching her nose at me.

	"All done!" she said in a voice flirting with disappointment. She lay on the bed facing the wall with her back to me. I focused attention on my peripheral vision. My roommate's eyes were definitely open and both hands were under his blanket. The blanket was moving near the center of his body. I did not know if I was supposed to do or say anything; it was my First Sibling's show. Melisa hummed happily when I put my hand on her hip. 

	My roommate grunted.

	Melisa turned around and put her leg over mine. She moved closer to me and giggled into my ear. She put her hand on my chest and walked her fingers down my stomach. She reached down to cup my testicles. She seemed to weigh them before moving her hand to gently grip my dick, not to excite but to be connected sexually to me. She kissed my temple and put her lips by my ear.

	"Don't forget, you're taking Doris out tonight," she whispered. She relaxed against me and in a couple of minutes was blissfully asleep.

	I did not remember agreeing to take Doris Alex out. I lay listening to the whisper of Melisa's breathing. She was pushing me towards Doris Alex and a part of me did not know how to take it.
