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Chapter 26

   "Jesus fucking Christ, David!" Doris Alex said in exasperation sitting
down at my cafe table the next Sunday afternoon.

   Alyssa moved the food on her tray to mine before sitting down across
from Doris Alex.  I sighed and gave Alyssa a look barely on the border of
annoyance.  I accepted earlier in the week that she took eating from my
plate to a psychopathic level so I tried to find an equitable compromise.
Unfortunately, her sorority sisters and the Siblings eating with us decided
to make it their lunchtime fun when I suggested coming to an agreement. 
Worse for me, Doris Alex insisted on being the lead negotiator for Alyssa's
interests.  What followed was one of the silliest discussions I have ever
participated in.  I faced ten females arguing that Alyssa had a natural
right to eat everything on my plate; only my counterargument that such
behavior would inevitably starve me moved them.  Enjoying the absurdity,
the female side of the table got louder and louder until I felt the
pressure of most of the dining hall's attention.  I was about to capitulate
to their demands when Michael (the prince of fucking darkness), and Melisa
(his administrative assistant) joined us.  The ladies took a break to fill
them in and watched as the two sat on my side of the table stating that I
was too nice to defend my rights adequately.  Rachel slamming her tray down
on the table next to us caused a moment of silence before Doris Alex
sniffed and blatantly snubbed her by turning away.  With defenders on my
side of the table, the conversation went from inane to insane.  It took the
two sides an hour to hammer out the Alyssa and David Cuisine Accord, as one
of the sorority sisters suggested it be called.

   Alyssa had to settle for only eating food that she placed in my area,
but I had to taste or play with anything she put in said area.  While I
have to admit she followed the exact letter of the agreement, Alyssa
zealously exercised her new rights whenever an opportunity presented
itself. If I did not find a psychologist's inability to refrain from
psychoanalyzing me distasteful, I would have made an appointment with one
to see if an explanation of Alyssa's food behavior was possible.  I agreed
with Rachel when she said it was the most ridiculous thing she ever heard
of, even if stomping away after the two sides shook on the Accord ruined
her point.

   I figured Rachel's attitude during the week after Melisa fed her an
unwilling first taste of my semen was the cause of Doris Alex's religious
frustration.  The Siblings were annoyed on the first day of Rachel's fits
until they heard her scream that she hated the taste of cum at Melisa. 
Janet figured it out and promptly fell off the couch laughing.  Malia
asking Rachel what the problem was since in her experience my cum tasted
fine, did not help the situation.  I was immensely surprised Rachel did not
move out that night.  I was even more surprised that by Friday the Siblings
did not vote in favor of Doris Alex's preferred solution.  Rachel would
probably have been found swimming with the fishes except that on Saturday
morning she decided I was to blame for everything.  I guessed accurately
that Melisa had enthusiastically pointed the finger at me, like I
suggested.

   "What did you do anyway?" Alyssa asked while offering me a bite of 'my'
salad.

   I chewed slowly and gave Doris Alex a curious look.  I thought she would
have clued Alyssa in on the happenings at the house.  The redhead shrugged
her shoulders looking at me expectantly.

   "It was Melisa that did the doing," I said carefully.

   "Yeah, she was doing Rachel quite well from what I saw," Alyssa said
with a smile.  "Then this week Rachel...  oh shit!"

   I did not need to see what had interrupted Alyssa.  My new nemesis was
walking into the cafe followed by Melisa.  Rachel's blue eyes lasered into
me as she stalked towards the table.  I sighed sticking my fork into
everything that Alyssa had put in my area to make sure she could eat while
Rachel and I provided the entertainment.  Rachel slammed into the chair
across from me.  I caught Melisa's surreptitious wink as she dragged a
chair over.

   "Okay, David," Rachel said angrily.  "Enough is enough, what the fuck is
going on in that house?"

   Alyssa perked up at Rachel's question; Doris Alex put her fork down and
leaned back in her chair.  I did not miss the ravenous curiosity in
Alyssa's eyes or the dangerous glint in Doris Alex's.

   "I could tell you, Rachel," I said patiently.  "But then I'd have to
kill you."

   "Don't give me that military bullshit, asshole!" she exclaimed harshly.

   "Rachel," Doris Alex warned.

   I turned my head towards Doris Alex.  She met my eyes and nodded her
understanding of my desire for her to remain uninvolved.  She picked up her
fork to finish her lunch.  I met Rachel's eyes to find that Doris Alex's
instinctive submission fueled her anger.

   "If you already know the difference between the truth and my bullshit,
why don't you tell me what's going on in my house?"

   "You can't buy me like you've bought everyone else in that house!" she
stated between gritted teeth.

   I am constantly amazed by people's ability to construct the world around
them using only their assumptions as the brick and mortar.

   "I was not aware that I tendered you an offer," I said calmly.  "Melisa,
did you try to buy me a present?"

   I have to admit that was a dig.  Rachel slamming her hand on the table
and looking like it had caused her some discomfort made me regret it.

   Rachel's view of the house was not far off if one only had the outside
view.  Melisa had been ecstatic at receiving a twin to Janet's car and her
gratitude overflowed.  Rachel took it to mean that I bought Melisa back. 
In truth, I discovered that a stagnant Rank situation was a breeding ground
for trouble; Michael and Malia wanted drama and they were willing to stir
the pot to get it.  I was better off turning things over myself than
letting those two come up with something on their own.  As much as I did it
to keep the Siblings busy, Janet's reaction to Melisa's new car was amusing
at rock-concert decibel levels.

   "Do you control everyone in the house?" she asked.

   "I wouldn't say control," I said after taking a moment to think about
it. "It's more like they flow around me."

   She studied me in the exact same way Melisa had during our truthful
conversation.

   "Maybe orbit or revolve is more accurate," I said thoughtfully.

   "Worship," Doris Alex suggested quietly.

   "Definitely not," I said.  "I admit to the arrogance of competence, but
not to messianic proclivities."

   Doris Alex was the only one that smiled.

   "Serve you," Alyssa jumped in with from left field.

   "Huh?" I asked/said.

   "Serve you breakfast in bed," Alyssa said.  "Serve you as a personal sex
slave."

   "Have you been talking to Janet?" I asked suspiciously.

   Rachel's hand slamming into the table interrupted our digression.

   "You're going to hurt yourself if you keep doing that," I told her.

   She gave me a look on the razor's edge of hatred.  I crossed my arms on
the table and stared at her.

   "Do you want the truth, Rachel?" I asked.

   Every woman other than Rachel held her breath waiting for the response.

   "Yes," Rachel said.

   "I can't answer a question you already know the answer to," I said with
a small smile wondering if she understood what I meant.  "I can only give
you the philosophical reply."

   Doris Alex smiled.

   "And what's that?"

   "To ask the question you most need to answer," I said.

   She tapped her fingers on the table waiting for me to continue.  It was
not in my hands though; she had to want it.

   "So what is it?"

   "Are you going to move out?" I asked and leaned back.

   She was stunned that I had spoken what had been on everyone's mind
during the week; even Doris Alex looked at me with a hint of amazement. 
Rachel was quiet long enough for me to finish eating.

   "Do you want me to?" Rachel asked finally.

   I waited for Alyssa to finish eating before I stood up and dumped my
tray out.  I walked back to the table and tapped it while looking at
Rachel.

   "What do you think?" I asked her.

   "No, you don't," she replied in challenge.

   "You see," I said with a smile.  "You know the answer I'll give to any
of your questions.  You'd probably think I was lying if I said something
different."

   "I know you, David," she said confidently.  "You would be lying."

   Melisa looked away to hide a wide smile.

   "Don't ask me any more questions then," I said.  "You're better off
talking to Melisa, maybe she has answers you'll listen to or questions
you're willing to answer."

   Nobody said goodbye when I walked out.

   ---

   "Do you want her gone?" Doris Alex asked later that afternoon in my
living room.

   "Do I want who gone?" I asked.

   Janet was wearing a very small skirt and I could not figure out if she
was wearing flesh-colored panties or had shaved completely.  Janet was a
fanatical Rank-grabber so I had my money on a bald pussy appetizer before a
threesome main course.

   "Earth to David," Doris Alex said.

   "He's busy," Janet chided jokingly.

   "I'm asking if he wants me to push Rachel out the door, bitch," Doris
Alex said.

   Everyone had adopted Melisa's 'pet' name for Janet sometime during her
two week stay at the house.  The two new Siblings were the most frequent
users of the nickname but I thought Janet might be giving them plenty of
reasons for that.

   "Oh, in that case," Janet said and crossed her legs.

   "Open," I said immediately.

   She smiled and opened her legs widely.  Doris Alex moved to sit next to
her.

   "Nice," Doris Alex said as her fingers discovered the hairless state of
Janet's pussy.  "That's going to make for wonderful eating."

   Like I told Melisa, Doris Alex and I thought alike.

   "So do you want to get her out of the house?" Janet asked between gasps
as Doris Alex's expert touch pushed her quickly towards the edge.

   I shrugged in response.

   "David, how can we give you what you want if you don't tell us?" Doris
Alex said.

   "You're doing fine right now, although I would prefer Janet's top on the
floor," I said with a smile.

   The poor top almost did not survive four hands trying to remove it as
fast as possible.  Doris Alex took a break from her questions to give
Janet's breasts some much deserved attention.

   "So are you trying to drive her out?" Doris Alex asked after kissing a
trail down Janet's tummy.

   "No," I said.

   "Then what?" she asked curiously.

   "I'm driving her right into the door that Melisa is opening," I replied.

   Doris Alex's head snapped up and for a brief second her eyes flashed.

   "What do you mean?" Janet asked me while staring at Doris Alex.

   "Melisa's going to tell Rachel the truth," I said.

   "About the Society," Doris Alex said pointedly.

   "You're smarter than that," I told her.

   She nodded after a second and raised an eyebrow in question.

   "About herself," I said.

   Doris Alex's green eyes flashed again and this time I was sure it was in
anger.  Janet sat up with a wide smile on her face looking like she could
barely contain the urge to rub her hands together in expectation.  I did
not understand until Doris Alex stood up.

   "Come, Sibling," Doris Alex said imperiously as she turned to my
bedroom. "We have a Brother's needs to attend to."

   She marched into my bedroom with Janet following eagerly.  I discovered
through the afternoon and evening that Doris Alex had an interesting method
of expressing her anger towards a Brother.  She was not pleased by Melisa's
forthcoming honesty with Rachel and rightly figured I had a lot to do with
it.  It was beyond her to direct anger or disapproval towards a Brother so
she channeled all that emotion into her sex drive.  By the time her anger
burned out, my room looked like a hurricane had taken residence.

   "I'd like a pissed off Doris Alex under my Christmas tree," Janet
whispered into my ear seconds before passing out on top of me.

   I wondered what would be worse if Rachel found out about Melisa's plans
or if my First succeeded; either way I would have a lethally angry Rachel
or Doris Alex on my hands.

   -----

   My favorite redhead had calmed significantly by the time we attended our
next logic class.  She was still giving me the cold shoulder but I
suspected that had more to do with our sex leaning to a forceful submission
to my lust as long as she kept the snit alive.

   After class, I bought lunch at the café, which I insisted she eat while
sitting on my lap.  She was wearing a small skirt and my fingers were
telling her I expected another night of submission when we got home.  Doris
Alex tried to get my fingers out of her when Rachel and Melisa sat down at
the table.  I drove my fingers deeper, setting in her mind that I was going
to get what I wanted and it was her place to give it.  She opened her
thighs a little wider to give me freer access.

   If I did not find her attractive for the opposite reason, I would have
said that Rachel had a set of balls on her that any man would envy.  After
our last lunch discussion, she decided that the best angle of attack was to
steal what she saw as my allies.  Being attractive and female, she had
Michael eating out of her hand within an hour of choosing her new strategy.
She sponsored Malia and Heather's sorority bids and insisted on sharing big
sister responsibilities with Janet.  The little Rank-grabber was a harder
sell but the attention being given her two charges softened her.  It was
obvious; at least to me that Janet was also trying to find a way of getting
Rachel in bed.  I think Janet would have found a way to compete for the
cramps Melisa experienced during her period had my First enjoyed them.

   Melisa was more attentive to me since our discussion but still spent
most of her time with Rachel; though I was sure Rachel was no longer
misinterpreting Melisa's loyalties.  Rachel saved the best for last and had
recently started a campaign to soften Doris Alex's attitude towards her.

   It was an upcliff battle but Rachel seemed game.

   I watched her latest attempt while continuing to move my fingers in and
out of Doris Alex covertly.  Rachel misunderstood Doris Alex's silence as a
weakening of the walls and made a hard charge to topple them.  A couple of
minutes later Doris Alex raised her hand to stop Rachel from talking.  She
pressed her forehead against my temple as a powerful orgasm flooded her
being.  A few gasps escaped her but she kept them quiet enough that only
the people at our table knew what happened.  She wrapped her arms around my
neck and shivered for a few seconds as she bathed in the aftershock of her
pleasure.  Taking a deep breath, she turned towards Rachel.

   "You were saying something, Rachel?" she asked with infinite politeness.

   I don't know what a woman feels when she is given the opportunity to rub
another woman's face in a hard reality but Doris Alex dropped the angry act
after the cafe incident.  She was very thankful for the chance to show
Rachel how deeply her loyalty lay with me.

   Given the opportunity to compare an angry Doris Alex to a grateful one,
I could not say which I preferred sexually.

   ----

   Rachel resorted to sniping me at every opportunity after losing the
battle for Doris Alex.  The real problem was Doris Alex's little show
awakened Rachel to the fact that no one had gone over to her side.  The
only thing she gained was what I gave her, deeper access to Melisa.

   The sniping got old for her very quickly since I found it more amusing
than offensive.  Part of what helped me ignore her caustic remarks was a
mystery that I discovered the week before.  I caught a trend in one of the
Sibling's behavior and carefully watched to see if it bore out.  When my
suspicions proved valid, I acted to rectify something that promised to be a
much larger annoyance than Rachel's acid tongue.

   I knocked on Malia and Heather's dorm room door early Thursday
afternoon. Heather answered and acted surprised to see me.

   "Malia's not here," she said quietly as I walked by her.

   I nodded and turned to watch as she closed the door.  She walked to her
bed and leaned back against it.

   "You had lunch with Rachel and Melisa, right?" I asked.

   She nodded with an anticipating smile on her lips.  Her mane of colt
brown hair was in a ponytail.  She was wearing a skirt and white
button-down shirt.  I studied her before speaking again.

   "You were on your way out," I stated.

   She nodded again.

   "Where to?"

   "Class," she said.

   "Your class isn't until four thirty," I said looking at the clock. 
"It's only one pm."

   "I was going to hang out in front of the building," she said hurriedly.

   I moved so fast she jumped a little as I pressed her body against the
bed.  I trapped her ponytail in my fist and pinned it to the mattress.  My
hold pulled her head back exposing an expanse of vulnerable neck.

   "Why?" I asked softly.

   Her eyes fluttered as her body felt the touch of danger I laced my words
with.  The look in her eyes said clearly she had pushed me on purpose.

   "I was bored," she said toeing the line.

   "Wrong question," I said pulling her head even further back by wrapping
more of her hair around my hand.

   Her eyes widened as I stared into them.

   "Why were you going to hang out in front of a classroom building instead
of my house?" I asked making the danger of my mood overt.

   "I..."

   "You didn't think I would notice that you're the only Sibling that
doesn't spend her free time at my house?" I asked.

   She tried to shake her head, but not to say no to my question.

   "Susan finds a reason to see me everyday...  just in case," I said. 
"Exactly like every Sibling except Melisa finds a reason to stop by
Professor Ryan's office when he's on campus."

   Her breathing came in gasps.

   "Is there something about me you don't like, Sibling?" I said.

   She fought my grip on her hair to shake her head vigorously.

   "So there was another reason that I found myself horny and without a
willing Sibling this afternoon, even though you had plenty of free time?"

   Heather froze at the look in my eyes.  I pushed my groin into her
stomach and rubbed my hard cock on her.  Those doe-like brown eyes lost
focus as she took a chest expanding breath and melted her lower body to me.

   "I am a Brother," I whispered.

   She nodded.

   "My pleasure is your responsibility and you failed, Heather," I said.

   I grabbed her shirt at the neckline and ripped it open.  I let go of her
hair to take a tight grip on her arms.  I spun her around and pulled the
shirt off her body.  The bra clasp snapped; I tossed the bra behind me.  By
that time, she had unbuttoned her skirt and was pushing it along with her
panties to the floor.  I stripped naked quickly so that I could press my
hard-on against her ass.  I pulled back and guided my tip down the valley
of her asscheeks.  I found the right alignment and pushed forward.  She
groaned as she felt the pressure against her rosebud.  I wrapped her hair
around my hand again and pulled her head back.

   "You made me walk across campus to get what I wanted, Heather," I
whispered against her ear.

   Her pushed her ass trying to force me into it.

   "You knew I had plans for you, didn't you?" I continued.  "You have this
absolutely perfect ass.  I was going to fuck you there, even before I did
it to Melisa, Doris Alex, Susan, Malia, or even Janet and you have no idea
how badly Janet wants me in her juicy little ass."

   She groaned as she felt the pressure of my dick opening her body.

   "But your inattentiveness requires disciplining."

   "No, David," she begged.

   I was glad to see she had learned to say my name in the middle of her
passion.

   "You've lost that privilege," I pronounced.  "Remember that the next
time you try to test a Brother.  I noticed you weren't around, and now
you're going to have to be a very good little Sibling to earn what I wanted
to give you for being so fucking fine."

   I dropped my hips and fucked deep into her pussy.  She screamed as her
body locked around me in orgasm.

   Heather was lucky Malia arrived in time to tag her out or she would have
been late for class.  Malia found that in the mood Heather drove me to she
was not a struggle-fuck match for me.

   ----



   I decided I was spending too much time at the cafe when on Sunday the
guy did not ask what I wanted.  I never gained the habit of enjoying the
eating process so I always ordered the same thing making it fairly easy for
him to remember.  I sat down and was starting to enjoy a quiet afternoon
when Rachel walked through the front doors.  The guy did not have to ask
what she wanted either.  She plopped down across from me and ate quietly. I
almost thanked her for the reprieve that allowed me to finish eating.

   "You control everyone in your house," she said after she cleared the
table of our trays.

   "At least you're not asking questions, just making statements," I said.

   "You even controlled me," she said in a voice barely touching what
looked liked heartfelt anger.

   I sighed knowing things were about to get ugly.

   "Melisa said you told her to open up to me," she said staring hard at
me.

   "You feel something for her," I said.  "You deserve to see where it
might take you."

   "It's not going to take me anywhere you don't allow.  You let me have
every bit that she has given me," she said gritting her teeth.  "Melisa
belongs to you.  She doesn't just say it, she fucking means it."

   "And you want her to belong to you," I said.

   "No," she said.

   I sat back and raised an eyebrow.

   "You used to belong to me," she said clearly.

   That was the last thing I expected her to say.

   "No, I didn't," I replied.

   "That's what I recently discovered," she said quietly.

   "You have a problem with that?" I asked curiously.

   "Everything about us, you controlled," she said.  "I thought it was me
deciding to like your attention but not letting it go any farther."

   I nodded.

   "But you set the limits," she said angrily.  "You decided how far you
would let this go."

   I laughed at how close she got but how far away it would seem to her if
she figured it all out.

   "Bastard!"

   "Melisa's description," I said.  "You two have gotten closer."

   The cutting glare from her blue eyes clued me in that I had not chosen
the best words to express my approval of the new intimacy between Melisa
and her.  Her stomping out sealed that I could have handled that
conversation better.

   "That girl is pissed off!" Alyssa said as she sat down.

   I stared at her for a second.  Doris Alex sat down across from her.

   "Does your sorority have the entire campus wired?" I asked.

   "What?" Alyssa asked surprised.

   "It strikes me that it can't be a coincidence that every time I have
lunch here, you show up," I said to her.

   Doris Alex laughed.

   "This place is in the middle of campus and you always sit in the same
place, which is clearly visible from the street," Alyssa pointed out.

   I raised an eyebrow to tell her; I was not buying it but I was not going
to push either.

   "Can you come by my room?" she said.

   "Now?"

   "When you're done eating," she replied looking around for my food.

   I nodded towards the garbage and smiled at her look of disappointment.
She was probably hungry and looking for a non-Accord snack.

   "Why hasn't Rachel moved out?" I asked Alyssa.

   "Why are you asking me?" she replied to avoid the question.

   "I figure you might be the only one in my life that can tell me," I
said.

   She bit her lip.

   "She's pretty close to being in love with Melisa," Alyssa said
carefully.

   I nodded.

   "You've given her have enough to figure out how she feels about you,"
Alyssa said quietly.

   I sat back and stared at her.

   "I've watched you when she's in the room," she said looking at me
seriously.  "You orient your body so that you can watch her even if you
don't.  You're holding open the door for her but she's angry because you
won't come through it to get her.  If you'd given me that kind of attention
I would have been fucking you the moment I thought wanting to see me naked
had crossed your mind.  I guess Rachel needs more than I do."

   "I'm older than you," I said.

   "What does that have to do with it?" she asked angrily.

   I raised my hand to silence her.

   "I'm six years older than you," I said.  "And that's only how much
longer I have been alive.  I lived and learned more.  One of the things I
learned is that there are a lot of different ways to hunt."

   "Hunt?"

   "You can track down the prey until you get close enough fort the kill,"
I said ignoring her question.  "It's a good method but with you I chose the
opposite."

   "You've been hunting me?" she asked incredulously.

   "I've known your class schedule every semester since we met," I said
with a smile.  "I became curious when I kept seeing you in the same places,
sort of like how you always show up when I'm here."

   "You knew?" Alyssa said with her suddenly not-plain blue eyes widening
as she blushed.

   "Every step you stalked your prey has committed you more and more to the
hunt," I said driving the words deep into her psyche.

   "You let me...  You let me!" Alyssa said excitedly.

   She turned to look at Doris Alex who shook her head and shrugged.  They
both turned to look at me.

   "I don't know what Rachel needs to figure things out.  She has the
answer, she just doesn't want to speak it," I said.  "But there was no
reason to chase you down, Alyssa.  You were coming for me.  It has taken
you annoyingly longer than I hoped but you looked like you were having fun
wanting and not having.  If I'm right, it means you like lots of foreplay.
I'll remember that in case you and I have a first time."

   The walk to the sorority house was quiet.  I wondered if for the second
time that day I had gone too far.  I shrugged; Alyssa was too committed to
her hunt to turn around when she found out the wolf was waiting for her in
its lair.

   There were a few surprised looks from other sisters as we made our way
to Alyssa's door.  She stood aside after opening it so Doris Alex and I
could enter.  I looked around at what could have been one of a thousand
rooms on campus.  There were some feminine touches but for the most part
the room was as generically college decorated as possible.  I looked at
Alyssa and around the room.

   "Still searching for who you are?" I asked her.

   Her eyes moved nervously to Doris Alex who smiled comfortingly.

   "Is it sexual too?" I asked sitting on the bed.

   "What?" Alyssa asked.

   "The search for an identity," I clarified.  "Is it sexual too?"

   "Do you know all the answers?" she asked with a bit of pique.

   I smiled remembering my words to Rachel.

   "I live with my answers," I said.  "I want to make sure you understand
the question before I have to live with yours."

   "I didn't understand a word of that," she said with a smile.  "But I'm
not Rachel, so excuse me for saying 'Fuck it'."

   I smiled as Alyssa turned towards Doris Alex and then back to me.

   "Tell her," she said nodding towards Doris Alex.

   "Tell her what?" I asked playing dumb.

   "What we talked about," she said.  "Tell her."

   I nodded but decided to continue the tease.

   "Alyssa wants you to stop..." I started but was cutoff as Alyssa nearly
tackled me.

   She punched my shoulder and kissed me hard.  Her mouth was open so I
penetrated into it with my tongue.  She moaned and moved to straddle my
lap. I pushed her loose sweatpants down so that my hands could cup her
panty covered ass.  The cloth was thin and filmy.  Alyssa groaned as my
fingers dug into her skin.  She pulled back slowly to break the kiss.

   "Tell her to jump," Alyssa said against my lips.

   "Where to?" I asked kissing her.

   "Naked on my bed," she said.  "Tell her to fuck me until I can't
remember my name."

   "Mmmm," I hummed thoughtfully.  "What do I get out of letting you play
with my favorite red choo-choo?"

   Her blue eyes flared and her lips smiled at the question whose answer
she memorized, even practiced in front of her mirror.

   "I'll fuck you anytime you want, anywhere you want, anyway you want."

   "What about Rachel?" I said testing her commitment.

   "I'll fuck you on her bed," she said kissing me hard.  "I'll fuck her.
I'll hold her down for you to fuck her if that's what you want."

   She felt the surge against her groin at power of her words.  I moved one
of my hands to her hair and grabbed a fistful.  I pulled up; her head went
back and she bared her teeth at me.  I kept pulling until she stood.  I got
to my feet and turned her around to face Doris Alex.

   "Doris Alex," I said as my hands went around Alyssa's waist.

   "Yes, David."

   "Clothes."

   I pushed Alyssa's t-shirt up so that I could rest my palms on her tummy.
She sucked it in as I pushed the cloth up.  Doris Alex's t-shirt and bra
hit the ground as I got Alyssa's t-shirt over her head.  Doris Alex was
standing proudly naked when Alyssa's bra went flying across the room.  I
palmed Alyssa's breasts and rubbed her nipples gently.

   Doris Alex approached us.

   I moved a hand from Alyssa's breast down to the waistline of her
sweatpants.  She pulled in her stomach trying to give me the room to get
inside.  Doris Alex leaned over Alyssa's shoulder and kissed me.  My
fingers moved under Alyssa's panties.  Doris Alex grabbed two handfuls of
Alyssa's hair and tilted her head back.  She kissed Alyssa as my fingers
found a source of liquid heat.  Alyssa broke away from Doris Alex's kiss to
gasp when my fingers delved into her.  I took them out of her and felt
Doris Alex's hand on my wrist.  She drew my hand up to suck the fingers
that Alyssa warmed with her body.  The two girls stared at each other as
Doris Alex got her first taste of the seduced from my skin.

   "From you to him to me," Doris Alex said.

   She spread her legs and placed my hand between them; a heat twin to
Alyssa's waited for my touch.  I sheath my fingers inside her only to have
Alyssa pull them out.  The girls stared at each other again while Alyssa
took the first taste of her new lover from me.

   "From you to him to me," Alyssa repeated Doris Alex's words.

   Doris Alex smiled in approval as her seducee dived headlong into the
well of pleasure she had carefully dug.  Doris Alex leaned forward and the
two girls kissed again.  I untied the front of Alyssa's sweatpants and
pushed them down her legs.  I wanted to take the panties off too but knew I
would fuck Alyssa if I did.

   I trusted Doris Alex's timetable for Alyssa too much to mess with it
carelessly.  I pulled the girls apart with a hand in each of their hair. 
They gave me looks of protest but banked their eyes as they met mine.

   "Jump," I said to Doris Alex letting her hair go.

   She smiled happily and jumped onto Alyssa's bed.

   "When I want, where I want, how I want," I said to Alyssa who nodded
hungrily.

   I let her hair go.  She leaned into me and kissed me softly before
turning to the bed.  Alyssa crawled between Doris Alex's legs to discover
if there was an identity to find in the redhead's arms.  I watched for a
couple of minutes with my hard-on screaming that I should pull down
Alyssa's panties and make the when, where, how; now, here, and violently
deep from behind.

   I turned around and walked out before I listened to cock-logic.  I
closed the door and put my forehead on it.  I shook my head to clear it and
turned to leave.  There were a couple of sisters looking at me with stunned
eyes.

   "There are months of foreplay still to go," I said to no one in
particular before walking by the sisters to leave the sorority house.

   I entered my living room and smiled at the sight of Heather clicking
through channels.  Michael was studying her with a look of deep frustration
that had nothing to do with her possession of the remote.

   They turned towards me.  Heather smiled and Michael waved with a smile
of pasted on his face.  Both their smiles evaporated at what must have been
a starving hunger in my eyes.  Heather took her top off as she stood up. 
Her bra hit Michael in the face.  Before he got it away from his eyes, she
was stepping out of her panties and skirt.  She walked up to me with a need
that matched the one in my eyes.

   I put my hand on her shoulder and the lightest pressure made her drop to
her knees.  I took my t-shirt off as she undid my pants.  I was naked in
seconds and deep inside her mouth a second after.  I spread my legs and
moved forward a step.  She sat on her heels and stared up at me with eyes
unfocussed by the pleasure she found at being able to feed my need with her
body.

   Heather had curves on top of curves that hid more curves so she looked
fantastic sitting on her heels while trying to suck me dry of cum.  I put
my hand on the back of her head.  She let my dick go and put her hands
behind her back.  She let me set the pace that I fucked her mouth with.  I
did it slow and long at first, closing my eyes and imagining that I had
chosen to fuck Alyssa instead of building her desire to a white-hot pyre
that burned away everything she was before meeting me.  Heather's tongue
moving on me forced a shortening of the strokes as I focused on my
impending orgasm.  She groaned and something told me she had let go of her
controls completely.

   Heather was my pleasure.

   I screamed out the orgasm.  There was no reason to give it voice except
the Sibling deserved to know how good it felt to come down her throat.

   I was lying on the couch with Heather's head on my hip.  She was staring
at Michael as she suckled my dick back to hardness.  I was not done by a
long shot but the intensity of the blowjob required some relaxing downtime.

   "She doesn't..." Michael said looking at me with the slightest hint of
pout on his lips.

   "Turn on with you," I finished for him.

   "It's like she only wants you," Michael said.

   "You want Heather?" I asked him.

   He nodded but looked like he was thinking there was no way he could get
what he wanted.

   "All you have to do is frame it so that she's doing it for someone like
me," I said.

   Michael sat up and looked at me.

   "For instance, if she was giving me a show," I said stroking Heather's
hair.  "Like say a private porn video on my bed starring Michael and
Heather.  I might need a little help directing it so you should feel free
to make suggestions about the sex acts you think would work best."

   Heather pulled her mouth from my dick and smiled at Michael before
teasing him by licking me with long strokes of her tongue.

   "Would we need cameras?" Michael asked.

   "No," I said with a shrug.  "If I want to replay it, the two of you will
have to do it again."

   "Do you want us to?" he asked almost desperately.

   Michael had to be the horniest guy I ever met.  The boy was fucking
every Sibling except Melisa and Heather regularly, not to mention a couple
of outsiders, and he still wanted to add to the number of women he could
curl up in bed with.

   "Yeah," I said magnanimously.  "Watching you and Heather go at it would
be a nice way to spend the rest of the afternoon."

   Heather stood up and walked into my room without a word; Michael climbed
over the couch and me to join her.

   ----

   People are so fragile that I avoid confrontation for the most part.  I
knew the one waiting outside my room after Heather drained Michael and
tried the same with me was unavoidable.  I walked into the living room and
closed the doors behind me.  I stared into Rachel's blue eyes as I sat down
to await her assault.

   "I saw you with Heather," she said quietly.

   I nodded; few people could sneak up on me and Rachel would never be one
of them.

   "Melisa's not with me because you let her, is she?"

   "Questions when you know the answers again," I said.

   "She's doing it FOR you!" she ground out between her teeth.

   Her blue eyes were a fire that burned away most of the hurt that had
been there while she spoke to me at the cafe.

   "Yes, she is," I said unnecessarily.

   "Why?" she asked angrily.

   "Melisa wants you for me," I replied.

   She fisted her hands and looked another word away from jumping across
the table to try to beat the shit out of me.  I watched as she took a deep
breath to gain a modicum of control.

   "Was it your idea?" she asked.

   "I let her," I said.

   "That's not what I asked, you fucker!"

   "You're angry and you have every right to be," I said knowing those
words would only feed the fire but they had to be said anyway.  "I could
have stopped her, but I chose not to.  I was willing to accept the
consequences of Melisa's actions."

   "You...you!" she said so angry she could not spit the rest of the words
out.

   She stood up and for a second I thought she might cross the space
between us to try to do as much damage as she could.  She shook for a
second and turned.

   "Rachel!" I said in a voice wrapped around the diamond-hard core I never
let her see.

   It surprised her into turning around.

   "Melisa did what she did for me," I said clearly.  "Therefore the
consequences come to me."

   "You're not the one," she started but stopped as a fire far greater than
the one she felt met her anger.

   "Melisa is off-limits."

   "You can't," she started only to be interrupted again.

   "I deserve whatever vengeance you want for this," I said.  "But if you
hurt Melisa, I will hurt you and I learned how to do it from the best."

   "Are you threatening me?" she asked at the edge of hysterics.

   "I'm making you a vow, Rachel," I said.  "I take responsibility for what
happened and will not respond in kind if you limit your anger to me.  Go
for anyone else, and I'll treat you like you were anybody else."

   "So I can hurt you but none of your little friends?" she said after a
moment of thought.

   I nodded and watched her lips turn up in a carnivorous smile.

   "Done," she said before walking out of the room.

   I leaned my head back and looked at the ceiling.  Melisa and I were
going to have another one of those conversations that I reinforced with the
flat of my hand on her ass.  I sighed knowing it was not going help.  My
only hope was for Rachel to do something stupid enough for Melisa to think
about the aftermath the next time she tried to manipulate someone from the
outside.

   ----

   I thought Rachel was the storm that moved towards my house.  Had I seen
the one aimed through center of my new life, I would have packed Rachel's
bags myself.  I never intended for her to meet the part of me that could
stand unmoved by hurricane winds to reach forward and wrap my fist around
the heart of the storm.

   

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