Chapter 7

Disclaimer/Warning: This work is not mine. Contacting the original author is impossible, but I like to think they would be okay with my posting it here for as many people to see as possible. This work is NOT complete and it will NEVER be complete. I'm sad too.

With that said, enjoy.

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Things went downhill from there.

The problem was that no two could agree whether any particular answer was good or bad. They argued more among themselves than they grilled me. I was wrong about Samantha, the female Brother, not having an interrogation peer though. When these old men focused, I felt the fire. It would have been very effective if they were not so amusing to begin with. For the most part, they dug and I laughed answering each question as honestly as possible.

I sat facing four crotchety old men, and all I could think was how much I would have given for any of them to be my grandfather.

They finally decided that the questions were not cutting it so settled for chewing up one side of me and down the other.

I enjoyed every second of that too.

Eventually, they gave up since arguing amongst them was significantly more fun than trying to goad me. They got some beers and we watched the sports channel for highlights of yesterday's baseball games. They were avid fans of the classic teams: Yankees, Dodgers, etc. I did not follow baseball, which was treated as sacrilege and a good enough reason to start another round of chewing me out.

We spent the rest of the day like that; arguments between them interrupted by concentrated gnawing at my psyche.

We ordered lunch, drank a bit (it was early for real drinking according to one of them), and I received a lot of tips on how to treat Siblings. We ended with a conversation about sexual technique that would have made the occupants of a female restroom blush while listening avidly. I thought maybe Siblings had secret techniques to keep men virile considering the advice seemed to have been tested not long ago.

At about 5 pm, they stood up in unison. One of them went into the bedroom and came out holding a small velvet box.

They smiled at me kindly. I thought I could get used to being treated like the prodigal grandchild. They handed the box to me, and filed out the door without another word.

Melisa walked in.

I looked at the box in my hand.

"No secret ceremony?" I asked her.

She shook her head before replying.

"Brothers believe a candidate was always one of them. Giving you the ring is not a symbol of acceptance, but one of acknowledgement."

I opened the box.

What looked like a Brother's ring rested inside, the craftsmanship was extraordinary. Unlike Dr. Ryan's though, the ring had no crest on it. It also had etchings on both sides; a fist holding a pair of manacles. I asked Melisa about the difference.

"It's a Training ring. It says you have not fully accepted your status yet. Siblings will understand you cannot be expected to take responsibility in every way they might need you to."

"Who decides when I'm ready to take on those responsibilities?" I asked.

"You do."

I nodded.

The Brotherhood made sense like very little in my life ever had.

I put the ring on my left hand.

I turned to stare out the window. The weight of the ring felt right.

"Do you want to go out and celebrate?" she asked. "It's not everyday an orphan finds his family."

She was smiling gently when I turned to look at her. Someday, I would like to read the full profile the Brothers have on me; then again, maybe I should not.

"Where to?" I asked.

"Something Italian," she smiled wider.

Again, she knew what I was thinking; Italian was my favorite food.

I smiled, and walked with her to the elevator. I sat quietly on the way to the restaurant. It was not like the pensive quiet of the morning. I got the feeling Melisa was absorbing the achievement of her ten year old wish. I was trying to adjust to being with her in a relationship that followed no rules I was used to.

I thought I knew what Melisa wanted eventually but years of socialization fought the idea that her more immediate goal was to prepare me for other Siblings. She had not asked about Janet; I almost believed she did not care. It would take time to make that leap; a part of me thought she had to care.

Amazingly, I had made the reciprocal leap with Doris Alex. I wanted her but was not bothered that she had been and probably would be again with Professor Ryan or other Brothers. I watched the streetlights as they passed. I doubted I would ever get to the point of not caring if someone else, even a Brother, touched Melisa.

At the restaurant, Melisa gave the matre-d' my last name.

I looked at her.

She shrugged.

"You said you wouldn't fail me."

I nodded.

At the table, we looked through the menus making quick decisions. The waiter was a good one. He read us for what we were and remained scarce while keeping an eye on us in case we needed anything.

Melisa pulled an expensive black planner out of her purse and handed it to me. I raised an eyebrow looking down at it.

She sat quietly staring at me.

I opened it to find a set of credit cards with my name engraved on them, a checkbook with a receipt of deposit in it, and a ring of keys. The credit cards were the best in their particular family: American Express, Visa and MasterCard. The figure on the receipt of deposit made me do a double take and look up at Melisa questioningly. One set of keys were housekeys, the other set were BMW keys.

I closed the planner and put it down on the table. I sat back and stared at Melisa.

"How?" I asked her.

She smiled her smug, secretive smile.

"Being a Sibling or a Brother gives some very stable and ambitious people the wherewithal to succeed on their terms. I WILL be successful in my life and a majority of my charitable contributions will serve the Society."

"Charitable contributions?" I asked.

"A Brother, like you, has their finances handled directly. To anyone investigating, David Feather has just inherited a significant amount of money from a relative he never knew about and has a majority of his money managed by a very successful full-service investment company. There are a several of those companies worldwide and they even carry regular people on their client rosters to muddy the waters. The most common method for Brothers and Siblings to contribute to the Society's coffers is to become clients of those investment companies."

I nodded.

"The Society is also very supportive of certain organizations. Michael, Doris, Sheryl, Janet and I are on full scholarships from our greek organizations. It's the preferred method of funding a Sibling's education especially since we are much better off in the insulated social environment of college greeks. Brothers are also very generous to the Siblings around them."

I raised an eyebrow.

"You'll see, baby. Brothers absolutely LOVE the way Siblings express gratitude."

I cleared my throat to stop the thoughts that tried to invade my mind. I did not need to think about a grateful Janet and Doris Alex in the same bed yet.

"The Society is very old, David, and they plan ahead to an unheard of scale. There are private charity organizations that don't even know they're completely funded by the Society and serve the Brothers' interests."

"Why do it though?" I asked.

She laughed.

"If you had a little brother and the money, what would you for him? Pay for college, make sure he has choices; maybe the question is really what wouldn't you do for him? How about for a lover? A daughter? A grandson?"

I nodded.

"A lot of Siblings base their stability on Brothers, David. Successful people spend thousands on therapy, entertainment, and vacations. You name it and they'll give their money away if there's a chance it will make them happy. Siblings do the same."

She snickered and shook her head.

"Doris gets off on giving a Brother head, EVERY time. Do you know how many women have sex with men and don't experience an orgasm? Like I said in Dr. Ryan's office, Siblings are very grateful that Brothers have such rigorous selection standards. We have a harder time picking out comfortable shoes than good lovers."

A corner of my lip turned up. I always thought the orgasm thing was a bit of stupidity on men's part. Why would anyone expect a woman to do something again that was not fun the first time?

"It's still an amazing sum," I said looking at the planner.

She shrugged.

"My mother was still young when she met her Brother. The Society paid for her to go to medical school; one of those private scholarships nobody's ever heard off. The core of her life is my dad; a lot of people wouldn't understand that. They would say she's strong; she's successful; she doesn't need anybody. Yes, she is strong and successful but she needs my dad. Every time she's lost someone on the operating table, he's held her together. She was glad I became a Sibling. She knew that I would have a host of Brothers and Sisters that wouldn't fail me when I needed them."

She shrugged again.

"Every penny she gave the Society was an investment in someone else's future."

I shook my head slowly.

She sighed and smiled gently.

"For Siblings, there's always somewhere safe. There's always a place they can call home. You are never going to understand that, David. You don't need a home. I don't know, maybe you carry it inside you. A lot of our classmates make the transition to thinking of college as their home very quickly. I didn't do it until Dr. Ryan told me you were going to be shown the rings."

I thought she was right; I might never understand a Sibling.

"I could just sit on this," I said pointing at the planner.

"Why didn't you ask for a crest immediately?"

I stared at her.

"No one will deny it to you. A lot of female Siblings would be at your disposal if you wear a crest. All you have to do is ask for it."

I sat quietly.

"I won't deny you."

I nodded.

"The Brothers don't make mistakes like that, David. They know you'll use it to get what you want and you'll make sure that another Brother or Sibling has the same resources when they need it."

I did not think it was that Brothers did not make those mistakes. I believed it was more like; those mistakes were corrected immediately upon discovery. Only one pair of eyes still watched me, but the intensity had increased.

The waiter came by with our food, interrupting the conversation.

We ate in silence as I absorbed how completely my situation had changed. Behind the door of the Brotherhood were a dozen other doors they held open. As I ate, I looked through each one carefully. At the end of the investigation, my life plan was unaltered. The only change was that now I could afford to do it my way.

I left Siblings out of my thinking. I had a feeling they would sort themselves out around me.

Melisa filled the air with talk of her sorority. She wanted me to attend the semi-formal with her the last weekend before finals. I nodded acceptance absentmindedly. I could feel the mental ground beneath my feet solidifying. Decisions on what do and what not to do were being made as rapidly as the questions presented themselves.

"The house keys?" I asked Melisa.

"It's to the Brother house."

I looked at her with a question in my eyes.

"The only ones that live there now are Doris, Sheryl and Michael."

"Sheryl?"

"Another Sibling."

"Oh," I said.

"Be careful with her if you move in before the semester ends."

"Why?" I asked.

"She is going to be Dr. Ryan's crested Sibling, but has not gotten the new ring yet."

"Hmm..." I said.

"Cresting is a Sibling's decision, David. A Brother can deny the Sibling but that's as rare as an uncrested denying physical pleasure to a Brother."

I nodded curiously.

"Doris was born into the Society and Janet made her choice while in her early teens. Sheryl was brought in while in college. She's struggling with morality and her urges. She wants Dr. Ryan on his terms but that's a big adjustment for a good Catholic girl," Melisa said with a small smile.

"I thought you said the school did not have a Brother in residence, what about Michael?" I asked.

"Michael's a Sibling."

"Oh!" I said.

A lot more about Michael's relationship with the girls I knew were Siblings made sense. Michael was member of the school's most popular fraternity, and one of those Adonis type college males; blonde hair, blue eyes, boyish good looks, charming, and armed with a quick wit. For a long time, I thought he had the same relationship with Doris Alex, Janet, and Melisa that I did. It always struck me as if he connected with them in the same way they did each other though. Michael being a Sibling answered why he did not date any of them or anyone else in school.

"Roderigo went home right away but Robert and Samantha, your other first day interviewers, are conferring with Dr. Ryan. With both of them staying for a couple days. Michael is spending most of his time at the Ramada."

We talked a little more about the other Siblings before I grew quiet to think about moving into the house right away. I decided against it. My life was in for some turmoil but it was better to put much of it off until after finals. I would have plenty of my own time during the summer to deal with the new situations.

The rest of the meal went smoothly. We sat and talked about little things in each other's life. It was 8:30 pm before we decided to leave.

She drove to the house to show me where it was. I wanted to see the inside so I stepped out of the car and walked to the door. She followed behind me. I opened the door and stepped inside. I was in a long hallway that had steps to the second floor directly in front of me, down the hallway I could see the kitchen, on the left about 30 feet to the kitchen was a set of sliding doors I figured was the living room.

I heard steps upstairs.

I waited by the front door.

She was barefoot. She wore a soft peach pair of pajama bottoms. They were almost see-through so I could watch her well-formed thighs as they came into view. Her flat stomach was bare; her workout regimen accented the lines of her abdomen, highways for an exploring tongue. The skin there looked so soft I wanted to shower it with kisses. She was wearing a small peach top that was also see-through, but the satin bra beneath hid her treasures. Her face was made-up in light touches to highlight her beauty. Two strands of hair framed the sides of her face and the rest was in a high ponytail.

She stopped at the bottom of the steps and smiled at me.

"Welcome home, David," she said.

Undoubtedly, I was not in Kansas anymore.

I turned around. Melisa smiled widely at me.

Doris Alex had presented herself to me. There was no other way to describe the obvious care in her preparation and the walk down the steps. I turned back to the most unreachable woman in our school and smiled. She stepped up to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss to stop hearts.

I wanted her lips doing more than kissing but the knowledge that it would come in time let me enjoy everything about her. She smelled like roses, which seemed appropriate for a redhead. She broke the kiss and stepped back holding my hand.

"We've been waiting for you," she said in a painfully sexy smile. Melisa took my other hand and drew my face around to kiss her too.

Doris Alex and Melisa smiled at each other.

Doris Alex let go of my hand and slid one of the doors open to my left open. She led me into the living room. The colors used to decorate the room were diffused bright ones. The furniture was chosen for comfort without sparing expense or at least someone had not been looking at the balance owed when they bought any of it. There was one of those massive systems of couches that are only seen in furniture stores. The kind that is L-shaped and comes in 5 to 10 pieces. I had to smile at the huge size of the TV. To my left, towards the front of the house, was a set of glass and wooden doors.

I looked at Doris Alex and she smiled.

Melisa was no help because she was smiling also. I let Melisa's hand go and walked to the doors. I admired the woodwork. The money spent on the house was only noticeable if you looked closely. Curtains on the other side prevented me from seeing into the room. I opened both doors at the same time and looked inside.

I looked back at the women. Doris Alex was having a hard time containing her smugness at my pleasure.

Melisa did not bother.

The room was about 20 feet by 20 feet, with 12 foot ceilings. The dimensions of the house were astonishing to me. Maybe it was the dark of night outside, but it had not seemed so large as I walked up to it.

The furniture in the room was to my dream taste. The bed was larger than a king-sized with a frame of oak. It had a natural dark brown wood finish to it. There was a large drawer set, and a tall wardrobe taking up the space across from the bed. Beside the window was a desk with large, black flat-screen monitor on it; I would later discover the cage bolted to the bottom of the desk that held the computer. The hardwood floor had the shine of newness to it. Different types of dried flowers and gargoyle faces decorated the walls. I walked to the foot of the bed and enjoyed the atmosphere. The woods went so well together it made the room seem spartan.

I stood in the middle of the room for a good five minutes.

I turned around to see Melisa and Doris Alex leaning on either side of the doorway. I stared from one to the other. I smiled warmly at Doris Alex before walking to stand in front of Melisa.

At 5 foot 1, she was my absolutely favorite height for a woman. The layered blonde hair was two shades from platinum. Her green eyes were striking in a blonde.

Melisa was not my type, which made the attraction strange to me. Other than her height, she was too small for my tastes. I was short for a guy at 5'6 but my build made me look so much larger I dwarfed her. I preferred more solid females, like Doris Alex or Rachel. Janet, while shorter than Melisa, probably weighed as much if not more. Melisa was not ethereal but everything about her was symmetrical to her height.

I stared into her eyes wondering where it would all take me.

Doris Alex closed the door on her side, moved through the living room, and slid the door closed. I looked at her, as the doors were about to completely separate us.

She winked at me.

I looked back at Melisa. She was smiling again; the smug little smile I was becoming used to. I knew she was planning my life out for me; normally I would be beating the walls at her presumption. I looked deep into her green eyes. I could see her trust and a few things I admitted I was not prepared to acknowledge.

Yet.

I wondered at that. She willingly admitted that she had been waiting for me; she planned for this. Would I somehow disappoint her expectations?

Not yet though, this was still the easy part.

I reached up to stroke her face. In that touch between us was the acceptance of things we kept hidden.

For now, it had to be enough.

I kissed her; a small kiss holding a promise of what was coming.

I reached down to take her ring hand. I looked at the ring; she would wear my crest on it when I was ready to face every promise in her eyes. I knew it was going to happen; I did not need her to tell me it was her deepest wish. I could not imagine it being any other way.

Melisa had to be mine on our terms.

I turned around and led her to the bed. I stopped a yard from it, and pulled her in front of me. I looked down at her, waiting.

"One promise at a time, Sibling," I whispered to her.

She nodded at me. I could see the thin sheen of tears in her eyes. I had waited two years for my first time with Melisa; I could not imagine waiting ten.

"One promise at a time," I thought.

I walked forward, until the back of her legs touched the bed. I kept moving, and she fell backwards onto the bed. I moved until I stood with her legs between mine. I looked down at her. Her body was the picture of symmetry. I got on the bed, with my knees on either side of her waist.

She reached up to run her hands down my abdomen, and scratched her nails down my slacks. I felt myself harden inside them.

Mine.

All mine.

Maybe only one night at a time but still all mine every one of those nights.

I took her hands, and pulled her up to a sitting position. Her face was below my chest. She looked up at me. I smiled at her. Two nights ago, I had taken control of the seduction.

Now, I exerted it.

I unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. She reached up and used her nails along my chest. I reached down and pulled the undershirt over my head. She kept at work with her nails, harder this time. Expectation was slowly taken over by desire and need. She moved her head forward to score my stomach with her teeth.

I unbelted my slacks, undid the button and zipper. Her hands reached inside the opening, widening it. I reached behind myself, took off my shoes and socks. I had to lean back to do it. She seized the opportunity to use her nails on my chest again. Leaning forward, she used her teeth on the muscle right beneath my bellybutton. I pushed my hips toward her in reaction.

She stopped.

She leaned back on her hands, looked at me with darkened eyes. I could see the passion flooding them. I straightened up and pushed my briefs and slacks down my thighs. Keeping eye contact, I raised first one knee and then the other, forcing my pants and briefs onto my calves. I straightened up, back on my knees. I stared at her. She studied me as she had on the morning of the first interview with Professor Ryan.

This time I felt no embarrassment.

She sat up and moved to where her lips where inches from my abdomen. I felt my dick make contact with the skin on her neck and shoulders. She pushed herself forward, and tried to reach around me to push what was left of my clothes off my body. I took over the responsibility, pushing my slacks and briefs onto the floor next to the bed.

She straightened up again. She was staring at my body from up close. She reached out to stroke whatever part of me caught her momentary fascination. Finally, she stroked down from my chest, staring up at me, down my stomach, between my hips. She wrapped her right hand around the base of my dick, using the left to caress my ball sack. I was thick but in her small hand I looked huge. My dick jerked when she squeezed it. She let go to run her nails down my thighs and lie back on the bed. She carefully placed her hands above her head crossing them at the wrists.

I looked down at her, wondering where to begin, buying myself time to regain control. Every part of my body wanted to take, and take. The look in her eyes urged me to do exactly that. A small part of my mind yelled a motto for control.

I did not want to take; I wanted to conquer every one of her desires.

The voice behind my eyes chanted.

Control.

Control.

Control.

Finally, my breathing slowed down. My body revved down from the sexual peak. Melisa looked up at me, disappointment was in her eyes, but in the depths...

One promise at a time.

I reached down to unbutton the top part of her suit.

"This must be getting uncomfortable," I said.

She smiled at me, stretching.

I spread the unbuttoned top, and pulled her blouse out of the skirt. When I had pulled the front out completely, she sat up. I reached underneath the suit top at the shoulders and pushed it down and off her arms. I tossed it towards where my clothes rested on the floor. The blouse had buttons but I was no longer in a mood to be careful about her clothing. I reached down to the waist of her blouse and pulled it up. She extended her arms above her head so I take it off her. As soon as the blouse was no longer on her body, she lay back down.

She was a wearing a powder blue bra.

Siblings were going to make me want plain white underwear banned.

I reached down to run a lone fingertip along her stomach wall, up to and along the exposed parts of her breasts. I used the same finger to run circles on her neck. Finally, I placed it gently on her lips only to lean forward to replace it with my lips. It was the deepest kiss we had shared thus far.

It whispered every wish I read in her eyes.

I pulled up on it. I stared into her eyes, using my fingers to trace the bone structure of her face. I reached down again, open-mouthed to taste her lips with my tongue. She opened her mouth, allowing my tongue into her. I stayed for a long time; kissing, tasting, sharing. We had time, and I meant to drink long and deep of Melisa.

As we continued kissing, I placed my left hand above her head for balance. With my right, I investigated the body being offered to me. I only used my fingertips to touch her. I ran them along her left side and across her stomach. I stopped to circle her bellybutton with one fingertip; I finished the run across her stomach. I went lower to where her skirt started and ran a lone finger from right to left and back again along skin and skirt. I ran as much of my hand as I could to touch her skin with on the way to her left side, and ran the hand up until I was cupping the bottom of her left breast with my thumb and index finger parenthesizing her nipple. I squeezed as gently as I could, pulling her breast towards me at the same time. I opened my hand releasing her breast. I ran my palm across the point of her breast and then rubbed a circle onto the tip.

I replaced my left hand with my right hand as my balancing point.

I continued kissing her. With my left hand this time, I ran my fingertips down her side and across her stomach. Again, I circled her bellybutton with a lone fingertip. I finished the run across to the left side of her body. I went lower, again, to where her skirt started and ran a lone finger from left to right and back again. I ran as much of my hand as I could touch her skin with back to her right side. I ran my palm up and cupped the bottom of her right breast. I squeezed gently, and pulled her breast towards my body. I opened the hand, releasing her breast. I ran the palm across the point of her breast, and finished the motions with palm circles.

I ran the hand up her neck, over her face to her hair, and grabbed her wrist. I grabbed her other wrist with my right hand. I lay down on top of her; somehow I managed to deepen the kisses. A sense of urgency entered them that had not been present before that moment.

I took some of my weight off her. I broke the kiss to taste her neck with small touches of my tongue. I placed my teeth carefully at the juncture of neck and shoulder. I applied gentle pressure; increasing it slowly.

She arched her back until the head of my dick touched her lower stomach. She must have felt the pressure because she pushed herself up in that area to make more contact. I held her in place with my teeth, lowering my weight to force her back down on the bed.

I nibbled my way down to her shoulder. I pulled my head back and went down again to hold her; biting her at the juncture of neck and chin.

I knelt with a knee on each side of her. I stared down at her closed eyes. I could see she was breathing harder. I ran my hands back and forth on her stomach slowly. I let my own breath slow down to a more normal pace.

In and out, a steady rhythm until consummation and if she went over the top too soon I would wait for her to rise again.

I smiled down at Melisa.

Mine.

I put both hands at her sides and pulled to signal I wanted her to sit up. She did. I reached behind her to undo the bra. She raised her hands away from my hips where she had put them to hold her balance, and held them above her head. I slid the straps off her arms. I used my hips to push forward against her; she took the message and lay back down. I tossed the bra aside, and went back to running my hands on her upper body. I concentrated on keeping her nipples at the center of my touching. I did not make contact with them but I kept the motions heading towards them, or circling them. Finally, I used a finger to circle as close to the extended portion of her nipple without actually touching it. I gave the other nipple the same treatment.

I lowered my head down to touch my tongue to her right nipple. I reached to the right and touched her left nipple with my tongue. I sat back up, and continued touching her skin with the nipples as the untouched center of attention. She wriggled from side to side with the occasional pushing up at the chest to get me to focus on her extended need.

Her nipples were perfectly cute. I circled both without actually touching, making a careful study of them. The actual nipple did not jut out very far and was tiny. Her areola extended barely a half-inch from the nub. There were little things about Melisa that were exactly how I liked; I thought her nipples were perfect.

Other things were not what I envisioned as beautiful when I closed my eyes, but still incredibly attractive to me.

Like having green eyes, instead of blue; it was different than what my mind expected. Everything about Melisa was familiar and different. She was not perfect; she was more and reachably less.

I moved down to take her right nipple in my mouth and applied a small amount of suction while running my tongue across it. I stopped and performed the same action to her left nipple.

Her breath exploded out of her lungs. Her hands reached up to grab my hair. She used the grip to pull me up to her face. She took control for just enough time to demand a kiss. I gave it to her. Our tongues touched. Tasted. She pushed her body up to me by the simple expedient of putting her feet on the bed to push, and using my hair to pull herself up.

"Enough, David!" she pleaded/demanded in a broken-voiced whisper before sinking her teeth painfully into my shoulder.

I could not agree more.

I reached behind her to undo the skirt. I sat up. She lay down and lifted her hips from the bed. I stepped off the bed, and undid the zipper at the back of the skirt. I grabbed skirt and panties at her hips and started to pull them off her legs.

At mid-thigh, I pulled her legs up in front of me, and knelt on the bed. I walked on my knees until my dick made contact with the skin at the back of her thighs. I let go of her clothing to run my hands down the side of the exposed skin at her thighs, down to her hips, to take a grip on her waist. I used that grip to pull her body closer to me. I ran my hands back onto her hips, up her thighs, and kept moving upward pushing panties and skirt up to her knees, along her calves, and off her feet. The clothes fell next to her as I ran my hands back down on the outside of her legs. I kept the pressure of my hands pushing inwards to keep her legs together. I knelt up fully, and let go of her legs. She dropped them on either side of me, until they got to my hips. There she pulled them into my hips and used the pressure to guide the slide down to where she could wrap her legs around my thighs at her knees. She lay there spread before me with one leg wrapped around each of my thighs. She was breathing faster now, and I could feel my own, almost painful pace of filling and emptying my lungs.

"Fuck!" I cursed.

She opened her green eyes to look at my face. I must have looked angry and lost at the same time. She laughed and used my thighs as an anchor to sit up to take a grip on my sides with her hands. She pulled me down on top of her.

"Every uncrested Sibling I know is on the pill or Depo, David," she said laughing gloriously at me as she moved her hands to pull my lips to where I could be kissed.

There were times when her mind reading thing worked in my favor.

I was at the edge of control and surrendered to it. I took charge of the kiss as soon as our lips touched. I wanted and was tired of waiting. I reached my right hand down underneath her thigh and pulled her leg up to encircle my hip. She followed suit with her right leg on her own. I felt her hand chase down my side, between our stomachs to take a grip on my dick.

I felt her hand trying to guide me to her. The head of my dick butted moisture. Her entire body shivered and she bumped my forehead with hers. Neither of us reacted; she was lost in the contact's pleasure, me in the in-between breath of waiting. She gained control, and guided my dick back to her. I felt a softer touch of moisture this time. I could feel the tip of my dick opening her. I pushed my hips forward, penetrating into her. Moist velvet pressure encircled the head of my dick. I pulled my head back, and took a deep intake of breath in search of some semblance of control.

Melisa did not want any of that shit.

She let go of my dick to place both hands on my hips. She used her legs as anchors and her hands on my hips in an attempt to pull me deeper inside her.

The deep breath had helped though. I held myself just inside her. When she tried to pull me down, I kept my hips away to keep the depth I was seated inside her constant. She dug her nails into my hips in protest.

She released the pressure of her legs, and sank her hips back onto the bed. I followed her, again keeping just the head of my hard-on inside her. When her mid-torso was fully on the bed, I spread my left knee a little to the side, widening my stance. I reached my left hand over her head for balance, and pushed my right hand just beneath below her lower back.

I used the leverage to push myself deeper inside her at a torturously slow pace.

It had to be slow. She had a tiny, tight pussy and I was thick. Her gasping breaths as I made her body take me inch by inch were inciting me to pound into her. I waited for her body to adjust and moisten around me as she took each new inch. An average dick would have been tightly squeezed; it felt like her pussy was trying to strangle the cum out of me.

I went as deep into her as I could at that angle. I pulled my hand from her lower back, to her hip. I reached down to kiss her. She kissed me back with an open-mouth reaching her tongue out and into my mouth. She reached to grab my waist with both hands. She used that hold to hitch her hips up and towards her head seating me completely inside her.

The motion and added depth snapped my control.

I pulled back and thrust in hard.

Or I tried to pull back and thrust into her hard.

Her body had adjusted but not that much.

She growled in frustration at the blocking of the thrust. I took her inch by inch again. She made deep throated noises as I worked my way in and out of her slowly to give her body time to ease our passing. It took a long time but finally I felt it. She was still wonderfully tight around me but her body stopped fighting me in an attempt to reach something on the other side of both of us.

I pulled back and thrust hard.

Two more frantic thrusts.

She arched her back and she put her hands onto the sides of my chest to dig and scratch at me in reaction.

I pulled back and thrust again.

Her control snapped.

I felt a flood of wetness on my dick; a sudden increase in heat. She pulled me down fully on top of her and bit into the soft spot between shoulder and chest painfully.

The incredibly inappropriate thought of "How badly am I going to be bruised by that?" interrupted the joy of completing Melisa.

The pain snapped my control back into place. I could still feel the maddening pressure from my dick, but my mind cleared. I thrust deep into her again, forcing another spasm. I held myself deep inside her. I dug my hips into her, and circled them.

I stopped and held.

She came down off the high quickly. I pulled myself almost completely out and began controlled thrusts into her. I could feel a minute increase in the pressure from my dick. I held at depth, letting the increase subside; when it did, I pulled myself almost completely out again and used the same controlled thrusts.

I kept it up until I felt her breathing spike again. She moved her hips in circular motion trying to spike my own pleasure. I smiled; the motion increased the inward pressure produced by each thrust on my body, the holding at the depth of her was not quite reducing the pleasure enough.

I danced closer and closer to the edge.

Her breathing became more and more laborious, and the motion of her hips more pronounced. The pressure at my dick increased; the thrusts into her became less controlled as I reacted to my need by applying more power to each stroke.

She stopped the circular motion and tried to match my thrusting. We were not synchronized, but that made it worse. She shortened some of my thrusts by meeting me beyond the halfway point. Other times, she would lengthen the thrust by pulling away from me.

I had enough.

I laid my weight on top of her. I reached my hands underneath to cup her ass. I dug my fingers into her as hard as I could and used the hold to keep her pussy in place. I thrust desperately in and out of her. I felt her hands reaching down my back as she breathed in heated pants.

She drove her nails into me.

I thrust faster and harder; I felt the edge. I held her ass harder as the pace increased even more.

It started.

I felt my stomach contract when in the last thrust, something deep inside me released, my entire body felt like a ball of sensation, I could not hold it in. I had to give Melisa that part of myself.

I came inside her.

I placed my face into her neck, and put my teeth on her skin. I ground my hips into her as the orgasm exploded through me, and into her.

I felt her gasp and her pussy tightened around me as my thickening and mid-orgasm motion took her over the top. I wanted to stop moving but the pleasure from my sensitized dick was too much. I kept grinding and making small thrusts.

I felt her spasm again. She whispered something in my ear as she squeezed me tightly with her arms and legs but my mind refused to connect the sounds into words.

All motion stopped as suddenly as the last drive over the edge started.

I lay on top her with my hands underneath her body, joined with my First Sibling. She kept whispering to me, but I did not have the energy to make out the words. She ran her hands up and down my back. Our breathing returned to normal but I did not want to get off her.

Finally, I sat up on my knees using my hands beneath her to pull her up with me. She gasped and held onto me tightly. I did not want her to carry my weight but did not want to break our contact either. I aligned myself with the length of the bed and carefully brought my legs around so that I was sitting with Melisa straddled on my lap. Somewhere in the time after orgasm and my beginning to settle, I had slipped out of her. I lay back pulling her down on top of me.

She came down easily with one knee on each side of my hips. She looked at me for a moment before softly kissing me. After a few more minutes, she wriggled in some discomfort. It had been a hard ride and her body needed to relax. She kissed me and sat up making the straddle more comfortable. She ran her nails on my stomach in the same motions I had used on her sometime ago.

Her hair perfectly framed her face as she concentrated on keeping contact with only her nails. She looked down at me with that smug smile; I could see green flashes of humor in the depth of her eyes.

One of the doors opened and Doris Alex peeked inside.

Melisa smiled at her and crawled off me. She lay beside me on the side of the bed towards the doors and put her left leg on top of me.

Doris Alex walked in and half-lay down on the bed. I noticed that she had taken off the bra and her nipples were hard. Doris Alex had healthy C cup breasts and my dick hardened in appreciation. Her eyes moved to the part of me that wanted her attention and she smiled.

Melisa and Doris Alex looked at each other for a long time until Melisa nodded. Doris Alex climbed over Melisa and dropped her lips on mine. She kissed softer than Melisa as if she wanted more of it controlled by me. I did not think it was time yet but could not stop myself from taking possession of the kiss with my tongue. She made what was nearly a purring noise and opened her mouth for my invasion.

It was a long time before I let her go.

She pulled herself off Melisa and looked at me.

They looked at me expectantly.

Those looks were not a test; they were measures. The Siblings seemed to want to know something that could not have been in any of the reports.

I remembered the first night with Melisa.

I reached down between Melisa's legs and ran my finger through her pussylips. She was moist probably more because of the kiss between Doris Alex and I.

I dipped two fingers barely passed her pussy's entrance.

I pulled them out and put them on Melisa's lips. I wet them with her body's need. I looked at Doris Alex. She smiled satisfied and kissed Melisa. It was as long and as filled with want as our kiss had been.

They broke the kiss and looked at me.

It had not been enough.

I pulled on Melisa's leg spreading her wider. I put my fingers on her pussy and delved inside her. I wanted my fingers stained with Melisa and what I had given her. I pushed them in deeply and tried to capture as much of both of us as I could.

I pulled my fingers out of Melisa and Doris Alex captured my wrist. She guided my hand to Melisa's lips. She did not touch my fingers to the lips though. Instead, she grabbed my fingers with her teeth, and pushed her lips down until they touched Melisa's.

They kissed around the essence of our sex. They worked in unison to lick and suck every molecule of Melisa and I from my fingers. They shared each iota of flavor with each other like Melisa had done with me.

They broke the kiss again and Doris Alex climbed fully on the bed to lay down along Melisa.

I looked at both of them.

"Have you two ever had sex with each other?" I asked. I would not have asked except there was something NOT there between them.

They shook their heads.

"Never?" I asked surprised.

"We've played with each other," Doris Alex whispered looking at me with her dark green eyes.

They had brown spots that were fascinating.

"We've kissed and gotten each other off with our hands but we've never..." Melisa said. Her eyes were wide with a climbing need.

"Why not?

They looked at each other and then back at me.

"Until now, there hasn't been a reason to," Melisa said.

Over the years, I developed some pet theories on Siblings.

One of them is 'At least once a month, a Sibling in constant contact with a Brother has an overwhelming need to say something that will make that Brother walk outside and make sure the sky is still blue.'