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Subject: {ASSM} A Master's Ring by ElSol (25/???)
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WChapter 25

   Rachel was the first time I got to watch Melisa resort to sledgehammer
diplomacy to get what she wanted when her manipulations failed.

   "So why aren't you?" she asked after a minute of silence.

   I smiled at her attempt to change the subject away from her dad.

   "Why aren't I what?"

   "Why aren't you nervous about Rachel and me?" she asked meeting my eyes.

   My smile widened; her eyes flashed with annoyance at my amusement.

   "Can you really imagine me nervous?"

   She shrugged and smiled her annoyance aside.  I leaned my head to the
side and studied her.

   "It wouldn't be Rachel," I said finally.

   "What?"

   "If you left, it wouldn't be with Rachel," I said.

   "Why not?"

   "When you lie in bed with her, I'm there between you."

   She nodded and walked around the room for a couple of minutes.

   "So do you want to tell me the truth?" she asked after her third circuit
of the room.

   "Do you really want the truth?" I asked seriously.

   "I think I'd like it better than 'I'm there between you'," she said
leaning against the desk.

   "I'm not there when you kiss her?"

   She shrugged as if it was unimportant point.  I nodded and sat back.

   "Why aren't you with your dad?" I asked.

   "What?" she said tightening up.

   "You wanted the truth," I pointed out.

   "What does my dad have to do with it?"

   "I have a...  feeling, he's between us when it's just you and me," I
said.

   She gave me a hard look, which I shrugged off.

   "I'll lie to everyone out there," I said pointing out the window.

   "I'll lie to everyone out there," I repeated pointing to the living
room. "I'll lie to you."

   I was quiet for a second.

   "What I have never done is lie to me," I said.  "So here's your chance
at the truth, why aren't you with your dad?"

   She circled my bed a couple of times.  I thought she was considering how
to answer the question without answering it.  She leaned against my desk
again.

   "You lie to me?" she asked with pursed lips that teased slightly.

   "You don't lie to me?" I asked by way of reply.

   "I won't tell you things, which isn't really lying," she said with a
raised eyebrow.  "But that doesn't mean you can lie to me."

   "Who made that rule?"

   "I did, of course," she teased.

   I nodded and rocked a little in the chair.

   "You're not going to agree to that, are you?" she said with a small
laugh.  "I wasn't expecting you to, but I had to try.  You might have been
REALLY different from my dad."

   I maintained my silence.

   "So why would you lie to me?" she asked again.

   "The truth?" I asked.

   "Yes, David."

   "Why aren't you with your dad?"

   She bit her lip in anger as she tried to stare me down.  She sighed and
looked away realizing there was nothing for her to push against.

   "The Brotherhood isn't the real world, Melisa.  If anything can be said
to be the 'real' world," I said.  "You can be with your dad how you want to
be.  He would move to a different city, somewhere that no one knew he
raised you.  You could wear his crest."

   She nodded and looked at the doors to my room with tears in her eyes.  A
couple of minutes later, she brushed them away with the back of her hand.

   "There are thousands of Siblings," she said enunciating each word. 
"There are two that wear his crest.  There is only one blonde-haired angel
in his life."

   Silence reigned for a minute.

   "The only differences my dad recognizes between Siblings are crested and
un-crested, or his crested Sibling and another Brother's," she continued.
"He treats Joanne and my mom like they're interchangeable, which would make
me one of three exact same things that he holds tightly to his heart."

   I nodded.

   "My dad can't have children; he jokes that it was an 'industrial
accident'.  Joanne and my mom want a baby but they're going to adopt a
boy," she said looking at me hard.  "If my choices are to be treated like
one of thousands, one of three, or to be the only baby girl in his life;
then no matter what I want, I choose to be that little girl. 
Only-daughters do not have to share the sparkle in their daddy's eyes."

   "You have to share me," I pointed out after a moment.

   "Not like that," she replied.

   I smiled at her.

   "Okay, the truth," she said returning the smile.  "You're not like my
dad so I don't have to share the part of you that is mine.  There IS a part
of you that will only ever be mine."

   "Is that why you're here?" I asked.

   "No," she said quietly not wanting to tell me the truth but wanting to
be someone I told the truth to more.  "A daddy never believes anyone is
good enough for his little girl but mine thinks you are."

   "You believe him?"

   She walked around the room much more agitated than the previous times.
It took her longer to calm down and lean against the desk again.

   "When my father hit me in the middle of that argument, I stopped
believing in a lot of things like my mom's judgment," she said in a sad
voice.  "I cried in my dad's arms that night.  I didn't know he was going
to become 'my dad'; he was just a cop whose arms made me feel safe again.
He whispered that he would never let anyone hurt me again, not even my
father.  I believed him, and since that night I've only believed the things
that my daddy tells me.  He's never said the words, but he has told me
plenty of times that you're his choice for me."

   "I can't promise you won't get hurt."

   "I'll bet my life, David, that it won't be you that hurts me."

   I nodded.

   "If I can't be with my dad," she continued, "then I choose to be here.
You've never treated me like any other Sibling so I have to think that
maybe the one true thing in my life still is; daddy knows what's best for
me."

   I nodded again.

   "Siblings and Brothers say I'm different from other Brothers," I said
quietly.  "I have a...  feeling that I am, but not where it matters."

   "I don't understand," she said forgetting the question she had asked.

   "I don't know enough about Sibling indoctrination, but no matter how
much Doris Alex plays it down I know what it would take for me to trust
her," I said.  "But I trust her; Janet, Susan, and Michael too.  Probably
every indoctrinated Sibling because I know how powerful indoctrination has
to be for anyone remotely like me to trust.  Brothers trust Siblings, not
with everything, but crested or un-crested there is trust."

   "You don't trust me," she said with a tiny smile.

   "You're not indoctrinated."

   "Doris doesn't trust me either, or Janet, or Michael, or any other
Sibling that I know," she said with a hint of pride in her voice.  "Not
even my mother."

   I almost laughed at the happiness she got from being different.

   "So you lie to me because you can't trust me?" she asked with a wide
smile.

   "I won't tell you things, which isn't really lying, right?"

   She laughed openly at my choice of words.

   "Getting back to what started this conversation then, why haven't you
pulled back on my leash?" she asked.

   "Rachel wanting you to kiss Michael is what started this conversation,"
I said.

   "Yeah, well fuck her and she's lucky Michael knows better," she said
angrily.  "If she tries that shit again; I don't care how much you want
her, she's fucking gone."

   An angry Melisa was definitely one of the sexiest things in my life.

   "She's just trying to figure out what you haven't told her," I teased.

   She punched the table in annoyance.

   "Change subject," she insisted.

   I laughed at tone of her voice.  She sighed and stuck her tongue out at
me.  I waited for her to ask the question again.

   "So why haven't you pulled back on MY leash yet?" she asked.

   "Take your clothes off," I commanded.

   Her top was over her head before she caught herself.  I heard a
heartfelt 'bastard!' before she finished removing it.  She gave me an
exasperated look as she took her bra off.  The shorts and panties fell to
the ground with practiced ease to be kicked aside in annoyance.

   "This doesn't prove anything," she said but sighed at her inability to
sound convincing.

   She pushed her hips towards me as she leaned against the desk.  Her
pubic hair was a thin line of blonde that I wanted to run my fingers
through.

   "You've lied to Rachel, Melisa," I said.

   "I did not lie!" she said angrily.

   I waited.

   "I haven't told her everything," she said with a pout.

   "You let her assume," I said.  "You led her to those assumptions."

   "I did not lie to her, David."

   "Like I said, I don't lie to me," I said.  "Whatever you think you did
or did not do, Rachel will believe you lied to her."

   "So what was I supposed to do," she said raising her hands.  "Tell her
about the Society, tell her that I planned to make her a Sibling; your
Sibling"

   I rested my head back and stared at Melisa.

   "I couldn't let her leave if you did that, Melisa."

   She straightened and I saw the calculating manipulation in her eyes.

   "No!" I said in hard voice.

   "What?"

   "If you want to keep to your plan of making Rachel a Sibling, you have
to allow her the choice," I said.  "Telling her about the Brotherhood is
making the choice for her."

   "You wouldn't hurt her."

   "Do you know what the difference is between being out there," I said
pointing out my window, "And being in here?'

   She shook her head.

   "You," I said.  "I don't need another Melisa in my life.  Rachel will be
indoctrinated so she must be allowed the one free choice."

   "Indoctrination means other Brothers, David," Melisa said carefully. 
"You wouldn't share Rachel."

   "She wouldn't be mine until she wore my crest."

   "I don't wear your crest."

   "Other Siblings make their decision once, you must make it every day for
the rest of your life," I said.  "Every morning that you wake up you have
to decide to stay with me.  It's a choice I also have to make every day. 
How many people out there consciously decide the rest of their life every
day?"

   "You can't tell me that Doris, Janet, and Susan don't make being in this
house different than living in a dorm room!"

   "What do they give me that Alyssa wouldn't, if I never met any of you?"

   She let the air out lungs explosively.

   "You're more mine now than Rachel could ever be.  You've chosen this
every day since your dad put my file in front of you.  Steadfast, resolute
and committed; I owe you years of loyalty."

   Melisa looked away from my eyes.

   "You feel something for Rachel that you don't feel for me or any other
Sibling, David," she said.  "That's why I want her with us."

   I shook my head.

   "I would prefer that you had taken Doris Alex's route."

   "Doris would happily drown Rachel to make sure there was nothing outside
the Society you wanted."

   I snickered.

   "Okay, maybe Janet's," I corrected.

   "To fuck you and fuck you and fuck you until Rachel moved away and Doris
drowned her so that there was nothing outside the Society you wanted?"

   "There's no way around Doris Alex, huh?" I asked jokingly.

   She shook her head seriously.

   "I'm not indoctrinated so I don't know a lot about Siblings," she said
staring at me.  "I've never needed to know anything about the Society other
than my dad and you, but that doesn't mean I haven't put things together.
Doris is here because of you.  She is as committed to you as I am...  if
I'm honest with myself she is more committed to you than I am."

   I nodded.

   "She's dangerous, David," she said carefully.  "I've never met a Sibling
like her.  I think she'd drown me if I interfered with the plans she has
for you."

   "She would never touch you, Melisa."

   "I..."

   "The Brotherhood wants me inside, Melisa," I said quietly.  "Your
continued loyalty ensures mine.  Doris Alex serves the Brotherhood with
every breath; she would cut her own throat before she stood against us."

   Melisa shivered and was quiet for a minute.

   "You cannot tell Rachel about the Brotherhood until she's made her
choice, Melisa," I repeated.

   "How is she supposed to choose without knowing?"

   "How did you?"

   "I don't think I really wanted to be a Sibling," she said.  "This is
what my dad is and this is what you are so this is the choice left to me."

   "Siblings arrive at our door for different reasons, Melisa," I reminded
her.  "You have to let Rachel find her reason for opening that door.  It
might be me; it might be the life or it might be you."

   "I can't be the reason she would choose to be a Sibling," she said with
a shake of her head.

   "Only because she doesn't know you yet," I said.

   "She knows me well enough, David," she said with a lot of confidence in
her voice.

   I stood up suddenly and was crowding her against the desk an instant
later.  Her body reacted by pushing against me in heat.  We kissed hard. 
She rubbed my hard dick with her tummy almost drowning us in the kiss.  I
took a step back and shook my head hard.  She took a deep breath; her eyes
were cloudy with passion.  I put my hand on her stomach.  My fingers
drifted into her pubic line.  She spread her legs as I rounded the curve of
her pubic mound.  I split her lips with a finger and dipped it inside;
moisture welcomed me.  She squeezed down as my finger delved deeper.  Her
body produced the wetness of temptation asking me to take what was mine.  I
pulled my finger out and backed away from her.  I sat back down in my
chair.

   "Does she know that about you?" I asked.

   She raised her chin to a proud angle.

   "Bastard!"

   "You like B-words, don't you?" I asked curiously.

   "What?" she said after giving me a hard look that demanded I get back to
what I started.

   "Bitch for Janet, bastard for me," I said with a smile.

   "Well, both of you are," she defended.

   "What about Susan?"

   "Brave."

   "Doris Alex."

   "Brilliantly-fucking-scary!"

   I laughed at that.

   "Can you get over here and finish this?" she asked softly.

   "Answer the question," I replied.

   "What question?"

   "Does Rachel know that about you?" I asked again.

   "Know what?" she asked stubbornly.

   "That SHE can't ever have just you," I said.

   She crossed her arms and stared at the floor.

   "I've tried to make what you've let her believe true," I said gently.

   "That's why we haven't had sex?" she asked.

   "She'd be hurt by your lies, and I don't want that," I said.  "You'd be
hurt by your lies, and I won't allow that."

   "So you made me tell the truth," she said with a sigh.

   "You've been as much hers as I could make you."

   She nodded.

   "It's not going to work, is it?" she asked.

   "How would you feel if I seduced Rachel into my life without telling her
about you?"

   Her lips tightened as she tried to bottle the admission.

   "I'd think you were a liar," she said finally.

   We were quiet for a few minutes.

   "She's going to hate me," Melisa said.

   "A little," I replied.  "You can blame it all on me though."

   "That would be lying," she said.

   "I chose not to have sex with you.  Truth," I said.  "You came to me
tonight because she pushed you to do something you don't want to.  Truth."

   "No, it's not."

   I smiled.

   "No part of the truth can be a lie," I said.  "Especially if you're not
lying to yourself."

   "Doris's lecture on valid statements," she said with a smirk.  "Added to
David's lecture about not lying to yourself."

   "Doris Alex and I think alike.  You and I lie alike, but you're the one
in danger of getting caught and not liking the consequences," I said with a
shrug.

   "Doris fits your life better than I do," she said changing the subject
again.  " And Rachel is what you want."

   "I don't understand."

   "I don't see how deciding to stay in here with you every day makes this
better than out there, especially if you don't trust me."

   "Don't confuse not trusting in here with not trusting out there,
Melisa," I instructed.  "I trust you to make the most important decision in
my life every day, but with nothing else.  I trust other Brothers to do
what is necessary to protect us; it doesn't mean I'd trust any of them not
to cheat in a game of cards for a penny's worth of candy.  You've surprised
me more times than anyone else in my life, so thank you very much but I'll
make sure I know what you're up to from now on."

   The smile on her face turned secretively pleased.

   "How do I make in here better than out there for you, Melisa?"

   Her eyes widened as the question lanced into her mind.  I was glad she
chose to be honest with me.

   "You're the safety of my dad's arms, as close to him as I'll ever get,
and I think my dad believes you're a closer fit to the little girl dreams
that I have of him."

   "You're closer to the fantasy that I have of Rachel than Rachel will
ever be."

   "You're in love with her?" she asked surprised by my statement.

   I could not stop myself from laughing.

   "It's not funny, David," she said seriously.

   "I've loved one person," I said.  "I think only a parent can love and
have it be a river towards the person they feel it for.  What I feel
towards Rachel is a dead thing as long as she doesn't feel something back.
A better word is fascination."

   "So why does she fascinate you?" she asked curiously.

   "If I knew the answer to that, she wouldn't," I replied.

   "A lot of women would say you love her, you just don't want to admit
it."

   "If you left, I would stand between you and the Brotherhood," I said. 
"If Jason had lived, I wouldn't have bet against us if he had ever decided
to leave and the Brotherhood came after us.  Rachel won't make it to the
door if you tell her about the Brotherhood.  I won't let her choose at that
point, not if being a Sibling is the choice she makes to save herself.  I
doubt any Brother trusts indoctrination that much.  So if you tell me that
I love her when I'd kill her myself to protect the Brotherhood, I'll guess
I have to accept that I do."

   She looked into my eyes for a moment before sighing.

   "What am I supposed to do about her?" she asked looking back at me.

   "Help her move out," I suggested.

   "Not while you still want her," she insisted.

   "What I want stopped mattering right around the age of three," I said.

   "It matters to me," she said in a hard voice.  "Like you said, I have to
decide to stay here every day so excuse me for making sure that everything
you want is in here with us.  I'm not like you; I want to make sure you
never think of leaving."

   "Do you think that's a possibility?"

   "Not if I have anything to do with it."

   I smirked at the confidence in her voice.

   "So if letting her go is not an option, what can I do?"

   "I already answered that question; tell her the truth," I replied.

   "You said I can't do that," she said with a smile.

   "Not our truth, but completely true things," I said.  "Like you and I
not having sex doesn't mean that anything changed between us.  You belong
to me, freely and knowingly given; likewise accepted."

   "She's NOT going to like that."

   "Tell her about your father and your dad."

   "David, that's...  that's a lot to tell someone," she said reluctantly.

   "I have a feeling Rachel will understand," I said.

   "Really?" she asked.  "I've never been able to talk to anyone about it.
My mom..."

   "I think Rachel will find the details of your situation liberating."

   "What aren't you telling me?" she asked suspiciously.

   "If you don't know, maybe listening to Rachel like I do is another good
place to start," I said standing up and taking off my shirt.

   She leaned towards me as I took of my pants and shoes.  She moved
towards me when I was completely naked.

   "I think I know just the right way to tell Rachel that when she and I
are together, you're there with us," she whispered before pressing her lips
to mine.

   I would have asked what she meant but other parts of her came into
contact with my body distracting me.  I decided I did not need to know any
of the details as I reached behind her to cup her ass.  I pulled her to me,
and the time of not being together disappeared in an explosion of want.  I
turned her towards the bed and almost threw her down on it.  She landed
with her legs open and her arms beckoning me.  I lay on top of her.  Her
mouth opened to accept my tongue and her hand quested between us for my
dick; I had been hard since she removed her clothing.  She took a tight
grip and gasped into my mouth.  I jumped in her hand; I pulled my hips back
to give her room to guide me towards her center.  I pushed in uncaringly,
only to stop when I realized what I was doing.

   "God, David," she whispered.  "Please not right now."

   She was incredibly tight.  I pulled my hips back and pushed slowly into
her.

   "Bastard!" she complained harshly at the slowness of my pace and bit
into my shoulder.

   I grabbed her hair and pulled her teeth from my skin.  I kissed her but
reared back when she tried to bite my lip.  She climbed her legs higher up
my body trying to open her pussy so that I could complete her penetration.
I sawed my dick in the depth that her body had given me.  She pushed her
hips up driving herself further onto my cock.  I stopped fighting the
desire.  I drew my hips back and took all of Melisa.  Her nails dug into my
shoulder as my dick opened her after a long drought.  She smiled joyfully
when I was completely seated inside her.

   "Stay still..." she said sexily.  "Real still!"

   I tried to do what she wanted but could not quite manage it.  I pressed
against her, released the pressure and pressed against her again.  She
closed her eyes tightly and gasped.  I felt her moisture increase.  Her
orgasm seemed to last forever; it was probably only that I wanted to stroke
in and out of her to relieve what had built-up in the time without her.

   "Get off me!" she said.

   "What?" I asked surprised.

   I really was getting annoyed at her habitual need to surprise me at
vastly inappropriate moments.

   "Get off me, David," she pleaded.

   I pulled out slowly and lay down next to her.  She looked down at me as
she stood up.  She grabbed my thighs pulling me towards the edge of the
bed. I scrambled downwards until my hips were where she wanted them.  She
knelt between my legs.  Her tongue licked my dick from root to tip
carefully, as if her flavor was nectar.  Her green eyes held contact with
mine as she cleaned me of her presence.  Finally, she was done and gripped
me in her hand.  She smiled wickedly and took me as deep into her mouth as
she could.  I pushed up forcing more inside her mouth.  She groaned at the
need she felt from me.  Her hand moved up and down what her mouth could not
take.  I did not want to cum in her mouth but we had gone too far.

   I groaned as she squeezed me hard.  She felt the hardening and moved her
hand faster.  I came inside her mouth.  I pulled back and jerked upwards
involuntarily.  Melisa took everything I had; she sucked on me trying to
draw out more.  My stomach muscles ached from the desire to give her
everything than she wanted.  I collapsed backwards staring at the ceiling
blankly.  She stood up and trailed her nails on my thighs.  She smiled
mysteriously as her hand came up in a motion that asked for me to stay
exactly where I was.  I had plans for a second round where I returned the
oral favor for a VERY long time and finished with fucking her in as many
different positions as I knew so I had no plans to go anywhere.

   She left the doors open when she walked out.  Returning five minutes
later, she closed the doors behind her as she walked into the room.  Melisa
moved to stand between my legs.  A gentle smile touched her lips as she
shook her head.

   "It doesn't look good for us, David," she confessed, almost unable to
contain her laughter.

   "What?"

   "You definitely like the taste of Rachel more than she likes the taste
of you."

   In that moment, I swear I heard Melisa's dad laughing.  I stared up at
green eyes that shined with expectation.  Melisa completely believed it was
my duty to protect her from backlash when she used the sledge to get her
way.  I was wrong; Siblings did not forget about repercussions when they
were around a Brother.  It was another of those word that did not exist for
them; like no, inhibitions, shyness, or anything else that might get in the
way of pleasing a Brother.  

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