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Chapter 34

	"Fuck me!" one of the busboys exclaimed.
	It was Friday night and my last day as a contributing member of
the service industry.
	All of the other busboys materialized next to me within seconds of
the heartfelt exclamation. The entire male wait staff also lined up to my
left, which could only mean that an exceedingly attractive female had
entered the restaurant. I used a different measuring stick for women than
the guys around me so I did not feel the same stirring of male curiosity.
Very few women could rival Doris Alex who becked to my call. The guys'
excitement grew to a fever pitch. I turned my head farther to the left to
see that even the waitresses were staring. Everyone blocked my view so I
took a step forward to see how good-looking a woman had to be to cause
that much of a reaction.
	The blonde following behind our hostess was five foot ten inches
of brick house curves. Her blue eyes shined brightly. Her smile left no
doubt she believed the panting looks every man gave her were well
deserved. I have a special place deep inside for any blonde. Their
presence in a room is enough to relax me and not much hardens me faster
than blonde pubes. Under any other circumstances, the blonde would have
shone like the sun on a clear day, but she was completely eclipsed by the
brunette that walked behind her.
	I felt the staff turn to look at me as the brunette and I made eye
contact. Her statistics rolled through my brain: five-foot-six; one
hundred and thirty pounds; brown hair with lively brown eyes; a perfect
blend of Irish, Philippino and Navajo genes; 36D-24-36; and an ass a
little too full to be proportional with the rest of her physical
perfection.
	The savage drumbeat of wanton desire pounded in my head. Her eyes
lanced into my mind as she smiled in recognition. Her gaze set off a
universe of nerve endings along my skin. I turned my head to follow her
path; her eyes remained glued to mine. I knew her, not personally but with
the fascination of a hobbyist. A fitness and Internet model whose every
public picture I had stored on my computer with a backup on tape. I owned
two of every magazine she was ever in.
	Cori.
	Her eyes released me as her friend turned to say something. Our
searing contact had not gone unnoticed by the blonde or anyone else in the
restaurant. The staff went back to work when the ladies sat down. I
watched the busboys rush to be the one that filled the women's water
glasses and offer them warm rolls. I took my original position and leaned
my head back against the wall. I closed my eyes as two of my favorite Cori
images projected onto my eyelids. A moment of realization struck me; I had
seen a Sibling ring before I was ever shown one up close. The ring could
never have registered as anything more than an ostentatious accessory on a
woman until we came face to face.
	The first picture was taken inside a work shed. She wore
boxer-briefs with a white t-shirt tied beneath her breasts. She leaned
back against a wooden railing with a finger touching the tip of her
eyebrow. There was not enough detail to make out the ring on her hand. The
look she gave the camera made me sit for hours staring at her.
	The second picture was outside. She sat on a chair wearing a white
sports-bra and torn jeans. She gave the camera a different look, trying to
reach through to it to burn the viewer with a need to fill her. The ring
was on her hand again.
	Cori was one of us, a Sibling. I did not have to see the ring up
close anymore. Everything I needed to know was in the look she gave me as
she walked by. My eyes wandered to her table; as if she had been waiting
for it, she stood to straighten her clothing. She was wearing black pants,
and a white buttoned-down shirt with a black vest over it. Her brown hair
was tied in a high ponytail with two loose strands framing her face. She
stood in profile to me so I could see that the heels of her shoes gave her
ass, legs and small of her back a touch more curve than they had on their
own; unnecessary but appreciated.
	Cori turned her head towards me and smiled as she sat down. The
blonde whispered to her noticing that I captivated her companion's
attention. It was not everyday that a woman that could have any man played
to a busboy's eyes. I felt it as I watched Cori fight to keep her eyes
from being drawn back to mine. Some Brothers call it a weakness; others, a
need; still others say it is just a desire for someone who will not bow to
the world around them. To me, a Sibling's life is a jigsaw puzzle with all
the edge pieces fitted together. A Brother is the one piece in the middle
that they instantly recognize from the picture; it allows them to build
the puzzle from within. There was no coincidence in Cori walking into the
restaurant on my last night of employment.
	Marie walked over and leaned against the wall next to me. I bumped
her with my hip. She had been significantly more relaxed around me after
our night together. Marie discovered that literary agents did not pay very
well especially when there was no longer a boyfriend to share the bills
with. She gave up the restaurant office work to return to waitress shifts
on the three busiest nights of the week. She made almost as much money
waiting tables as she did at her real job.
	"So what do you think?" she asked motioning towards the two
centers of male attention.
	"You have stunning eyes," I replied.
	She bumped me with her hip, but flashed a pleased smile.
	"Be serious," she admonished jokingly. "They're gorgeous and
that's coming from a woman."
	"Yeah, David. How come you're not drooling?" Jonathan, one of the
waiters, asked joining us.
	Jonathan was one of those guys that exemplified why a woman might
find me more attractive even if objectively I could not match his looks.
It takes a smart woman one experience with someone like Jonathan to learn
how much it hurts to dive head first into the shallow end of the male
pool.
	Jonathan had delicate features, dark hair, and vivid blue eyes.
Most women happily gave him a second and third look when he walked into
the room. Unfortunately, Jonathan failed to comprehend what was wrong with
drooling over two models around Marie without stroking her ego at least a
little bit. Marie had beautiful eyes, and a woman likes to hear how she
compares favorably to an example of walking male desire as it passes by. I
could have said her ass was easily at the two women's caliber but she
might have thought that was crass so I held back.
	"I don't know, Jon, somehow I doubt saliva dribbling down my chin
is something either of them would find attractive."
	He smiled having missed the deadpan sarcasm. I could feel the
brightness of Marie's smile. Another point against Jonathan was his
inability to pay controlled attention to an attractive woman. Appreciation
does not include rolling out your tongue; at least not until she is naked
and you are kissing her nether lips.
	"Seriously, David, what do you think about them?" Marie said
attempting to ignore Jonathan.
	I probably would have continued to compliment Marie's looks if
Jonathan had not put himself on my horizon in a particularly distasteful
fashion a few months before. He got caught saying a few things about Marie
on the edge of sexual misogyny. He denied it once the rumor of what he
said surfaced. Marie was good looking and her ass begged for hours of
fondling, but Jonathan had let his mouth go too far. He would have been
better off admitting he was an asshole, and apologizing. Somewhere along
the line though, he believed what his recess buddies told him about what a
'real' man is like. If Marie had not been seethingly scathing in her
confrontation with him, Jonathan would have gotten his ass kicked the
night I found out what he said. I did not react well to women being
slapped either physically or verbally; Jonathan still owed as far as I was
concerned. I turned to look at Marie. Her eyes widened as feminine
awareness tingled at the danger she saw in my eyes. I spoke the words
clearly so that Jonathan could not misunderstand.
	"The brunette." I said.
	Marie theatrically looked at their table and nodded.
	"Within the hour of my being done here, she'll be on her knees
sucking my dick," I said with the conviction of the faithful. "When I fuck
into her, she won't give a shit who can hear her screaming. The last thing
I'm going to feel before I fall asleep tonight is my cock slipping out of
her ass."
	It was male bragging of the worst sort but it saved Jonathan a
beating he had deserved for a very long time. He snickered and shook his
head.
	"Yeah, right!" he said with contempt.
	He measured every man by their looks since it was the one thing he
had in spades. I never tested my manhood in front of the mirror so I was
not someone he would ever understand. Marie rotated her head to look at
him. I opened my mouth, but she beat me to the punch. She put her hand on
my shoulder and stroked down my arm. Jonathan watched as her hand moved
underneath the apron. She stroked my hardening dick through my pants and
gave Jonathan a measuring look that found him lacking.
	"On my knees, I felt powerful, feminine, submissive. Screaming
while he fucked me, I certainly did a lot of that. In my ass is not
something I usually do, but David made me feel like the word no just
shouldn't exist while we were naked," she said dreamily. "I regret it's
only happened once... so far."
	Marie gave me a last caress before pulling her hand away. She
straightened my apron and gave me a quick kiss. Her eyes met mine to tell
me the important part of her slap to Jonathan was telling me what she
regretted. She spun away and walked past him.
	"You know something, Jonathan," she said hesitating as she walked
past him. "It's not me, it's you."
	It was hard to tell whether Jonathan or I was more surprised. I
knew the incident with him was bad, but not so much that Marie would admit
to fucking me to carve a piece out of his ego. Jonathan was far from the
type to keep quiet, and a restaurant rumor mill exists on the high school
level of maturity. He turned to look at me; I shrugged before taking the
time to stare at Marie's ass as she walked away. I put my hand on his
shoulder and squeezed him in a companionable fashion.
	"Let me tell you, Jonathan," I said politely. "Fucking Marie was a
life-altering experience."
	His stunned eyes told me what Marie and I did was probably better
than a beating, not as satisfying but certainly more amusing.
	I told one of the other busboys I needed to get something from my
locker. With storm warnings for the weekend, it was a slow night so I took
my time. Seeing Cori was like learning that Melisa and Rachel were lovers;
both times my reaction was based on being around women that I wanted
before the Brotherhood claimed me.
	I did not know how to approach a 'strange' Sibling. The ones that
I had slept with came to me. There had been no doubt about what they
wanted; even Dr. Lawren initiated our relationship. Cori was the first
Sibling I met that I wanted but had not immediately made herself available
to me. I pulled my ring off the chain around my neck and stared at it. It
was strange enough if you got a close look, but a quick glance made it
seem like a fancy graduation ring. Our networking meant we rarely wore the
rings publicly, but at some point they had to be acknowledged by both
sides. Janet was the most independent Sibling I had met so far and at
least once a week she played with my ring to assure herself it was still
there. I nodded knowing that once I involved our chosen roles in the
Brotherhood, the only things that could keep us apart was a crest on
Cori's ring or her not wanting me, quite possibly the latter would not be
enough. The look between us made me doubt either was the case here. I put
the ring back on the chain and replaced it around my neck. I walked
downstairs knowing what was mine waited at a dinner table.
	There was a small gathering in the kitchen around the dessert
station. The executive chef was trying something new, chocolate sin. The
staff was the volunteered guinea pigs; sometimes that was good and other
times it was unfortunate.
	Marie was moaning from deep in her chest and smiled at everyone as
if the chocolate stains on her lips were feathers. The women looked at me
curiously while most of the guys behaved as if looking between Marie and
me enough times would solve the puzzle of why not them. Jonathan could not
leave well enough alone. It did not really change the outcome of the
evening for me but it worked to embarrass him further.
	"So David, you really going to score that chick."
	Most of the female staff around the table winced at choice of
words; those that did not wince shot him venomous looks. I walked up to
Marie, looked at the forkful of chocolate sin in her hand, and opened my
mouth. She looked around at her audience with a smile. Picking the cake
off the fork, she fed it to me. I sucked her fingers to stop myself from
laughing. I pulled away and leaned against the table. Everyone was still
trying to figure out the chemistry between us.
	"So are you, man?" a busboy asked.
	I made eye contact with a few of the women. They were curious,
some more personally than others. Someday, I might ask a woman what she
says to her friends after a passionate night that the entire pack looks at
the man differently. I wondered how much of Rachel's interest was based in
conversations with Siblings.
	"No, I'm not."
	"See, I told you." Jonathan said looking around him triumphantly.
	"Then why did you say you were," Maggie, one of the venom-eyes,
asked angrily.
	"Scoring makes her a statistic, Maggie. I find fucking a number
uncomfortable, although sixty-nine is always fun."
	I could see the sideways smile on a Marie's face.
	"I prefer to say she's going to be very grateful that she's a
woman tonight," I continued. "Not as grateful as I will be that I'm a man
but I promise, not you though, I promise her that it's going to be close."
	Marie's smile got wider as she stared at Jonathan.
	"How's the blonde with the fancy car going to feel about that?" he
asked sarcastically. "Especially if I tell her you fucked Marie; maybe
she'll let me have a crack at the steering wheel."
	I looked at him for a moment wondering if social retardation could
be considered a mental handicap. The waves of 'fucking pissed' coming off
Marie distracted me.
	"You don't even want to go there, Jonathan," she hissed. "Melisa
only has five words for you, 'Get the fuck away, asshole!' If you're
thinking about the redhead, Doris, don't bother; I doubt she'll think
you're higher than a slug on the food chain."
	Jonathan's face colored with anger. He took a step towards Marie.
	"You need think about that," I said softly.
	He turned and tried to stare me down.
	"What you said about Marie a few months ago was offensive," I
said. "We haven't talked about that yet but we can."
	He took a step back but did not look away from me.
	"A hundred bucks says you don't even get her number," he said.
	"Done," Marie replied.
	I shook my head and headed out of the kitchen. I wanted to ask
Marie how she knew Melisa and Doris Alex's names but thought that if it
were important, someone would tell me eventually. I turned left to see
Cori sitting on one of the chairs in front of the bathroom doors. She
stood up to walk towards me. Her hand extended outwards. I held my hand
out and she dropped something in it. She did not say a word as she turned
to go back to her table.
	I looked at what she had given me, a Sibling's white ring. I
stepped into the bathroom and put Cori's ring on the chain around my neck.
I stared at the mirror and shook my head; Jonathan lost even before he
proposed the bet.
	The restaurant was quiet enough that the manager let me go early.
A couple of people said goodbye in the locker room as I changed. Marie
snuck a hard kiss that got a couple of cheers. I tossed my restaurant
clothes out before heading to the bar area. Cori was leaning over the
railing waiting for me. I stood in front of her and smiled. She leaned
down further until our lips touched.
	She tasted dark.
	"I guess you guys know each other," the blonde said leaning over
the railing too.
	There was something in her voice that made me look at her; she was
more than curious about that kiss. The guys surrounding the women
struggled between looking angry with me and enjoying the view of tight
female asses.
	"A friend told me I should look David up if I was in the area,"
Cori said playfully. "She said it would be a rewarding experience."
	"Really," the blonde said sexily.
	She gave me a feminine once over and raised an eyebrow. I took
that as my cue to walk around the railing. Cori and the blonde turned
around as the guys got out of my way. I pinned Cori to the rail with my
hips and kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around my neck. I heard
some intakes of breath as we deepened the kiss. I broke it when she moved
her hips against me stroking my hard dick.
	"Keli," I said turning to the blonde.
	Her blue eyes widened with pleasure at my recognition.
	"I have a collection of your pictures too," I told her.
	"Do you have a favorite?" she asked curiously.
	Cori was pressing her mound and tummy against me trying to get my
attention back. I pushed back with my lower body so she moved her arms
from my neck to my waist. The more Cori focused on me, the more vulnerable
Keli's blue eyes became.
	"The pool pictures," I said. "I like it when you're naked and the
water makes your hair straight."
	She nodded slowly and stared into Cori's eyes.
	"Can I buy either of you a drink?" I asked them.
	Cori leaned against me and whispered something sexy-nasty into my
ear. I turned to look at her. She smiled and moved my chin so she could
kiss my neck.
	"Jesus, Cori!" Keli said surprised at her friend's forwardness.
	"It's been a long time, Keli," Cori complained with a pout.
	"How rewarding did your friend say it would be?" Keli asked in
exasperation.
	"Zero calorie chocolate," Cori whispered.
	I was flattered.
	"Oh!" Keli whispered taking a second look at me. "What are you
still doing here?"
	"It would be rude to leave you alone," I said with a smile.
	"Well, we have a shoot tomorrow," Keli said. "I should get to bed
anyway."
	"We don't have to," I said thinking Keli in bed was not a bad
idea.
	Cori punched my shoulder. She was not a small girl so it got my
attention.
	"I think actually, we do," Keli said with a wicked smile.
	She seemed to have gotten over whatever momentary insecurity Cori
wanting me caused her. I shrugged and took Cori's hand. I turned to make
my way through the guys surrounding us. One of them reached out to grab
Keli's arm hoping to convince her to stay but found that my grip on his
wrist was too painful to speak through. Everyone took a step back as he
gritted his teeth.
	"Ask her to stay," I said softly. "But don't touch until she says
you can."
	"I think I'm done here anyway," Keli said putting her hand on top
of mine.
	I released my grip and led the women out of the restaurant. The
hostess waved goodbye to me as I stepped outside.
	"We're staying at the hotel over there," Cori volunteered
helpfully.
	The women talked to each other on the walk to the hotel, which was
only a block away. I had no doubts anymore that Cori made the trip
specifically for me. Cori keyed her door open but walked to Keli's door
before the blonde could escape into her room. Cori pushed Keli against the
door and kissed her solidly. I walked inside Cori's room to wait for her.
Cori walked in through the door that adjoined the rooms. I noticed that
she did not completely close it.
	I had not bothered to close the door behind me. Cori slammed it
shut and pushed me against it. Cori had this thing about pushing people
against solid surfaces. I had anticipated something like that so made sure
my hands were between us. It did not stop her from plastering her lips on
mine. I got her belt undone and yanked it out of the loops. Neither the
button nor the zipper of her pants proved much of an obstacle; I simply
ripped them out of my way. The pants fell down her legs. I moved my hands
behind her and took two grips on her ass. She moved against me as I
explored the cleft between her asscheeks. I grabbed her thong planning to
tear that aside also when she backed away with her hands on my chest. She
squeezed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath.
	"Fuck! You're addicting," she whispered harshly.
	I grabbed the bottoms of her vest with my hands and popped the
buttons in a hard motion. The shirt was even less of a challenge to my
strength. She stepped out of the pants. I admired her body as she stripped
off the vest and shirt leaving her in a tiny black thong and a white bra.
She put her hands back on my chest. Her eyes met mine with a burning
desire that neither of was going to quench any time soon.
	I remembered what I said Cori would be doing within the hour of my
quitting time. I put my hands on her shoulders and exerted the slightest
pressure downwards. Her eyes lost focus as she got on her knees in front
of me. She put her hands on my groin. I grit my teeth trying to maintain
some control. It was not everyday that a sexual fantasy came into my life
so I was not going to last long.
	I pulled my t-shirt off as she attacked my belt, and the button of
my pants. She had me undone in seconds. She pulled back to let me step out
of my jeans. Her teeth traced the outline of my hard cock through my
underwear. I reached down to bury my hands in her brown hair. She smiled
at me as she slipped her fingers under the waistband of my briefs. Her
hands pushed them down just enough to free my dick from its confines. She
closed her eyes and rubbed my hardness with her cheekbone. I closed my
eyes as I felt her lips touch me. She caressed me with them, moving up and
down my shaft slowly. There was a second of hesitation and then her tongue
took the place of her lips. She licked me gently trying to memorize the
shape and size of my cock with her tongue. Her hand held me pointing
straight up as she kissed by testicles. She washed them lovingly with her
saliva and took each one into her mouth. I had to concentrate on not
tightening my hands in her hair to prevent causing her pain. Her tongue
traveled up the underside of my cock until the tip of my dick rested on
her bottom lip. She licked the tip for a few seconds before sinking me
into her mouth. I could not control myself anymore; I pulled her head
against me. She tried to fit all of my length into her mouth. I let her
hair go and tried to hold on to the walls.
	I was right; I did not last long.
	She sucked me hard and I grunted. Cori felt the imminent finale of
her oral attention. She must have decided it was a good first act because
she stroked me in and out of her mouth. It was permission to let go; I
grabbed two fistfuls of her hair again. She followed the instructions of
my grip and slowed her pace. The strokes were longer and more pleasurable
as I watched her taking my cock in and out of her mouth. My vision blurred
momentarily. Cori pushed her face against me taking me as deep as she
could. I came feeling like someone had opened a pipeline from my testicles
to her throat. She sucked hard again as if the flow was not enough to
satisfy her craving. I hoped there was still some left to see my other
plans with Cori through as she continued trying to draw out everything she
thought was her due.
	I lay on the bed waiting for Cori to come out of the bathroom. It
had taken a few minutes for me to build the energy to move away from the
door. She sat on her heels watching me with a look of satisfaction at how
much I enjoyed her blowjob. She excused herself and headed into the
bathroom when I finally made it to the bed.
	She strutted out of the bathroom with her hips swaying sexily.
Cori had absolute confidence in her attractiveness and my dick's attempt
to harden only added to her self-esteem. She stood between my legs and
stared down at me in invitation. I decided foreplay could wait until after
we were done. I sat up and wrapped my arms around her waist. She squealed
happily as I spun her onto her back on the bed. I trapped her legs open
with my arms exposing the pink of my target. I moved right in on her clit.
I gave it a hard lick and Cori tried to squirm. I was not sure if it was
an attempt to get away or get closer. There were no such doubts when I
took her clit in my mouth and sucked it while at the same time rubbing it
with the flat of my tongue. From the volume of her scream, no one on the
floor would have doubts about how much Cori wanted me to continue exactly
what I was doing. She was as little able to control herself as I had with
her mouth on me. I sucked and increased the pressure of my tongue on her
clit. Seconds later, she screamed again. Cori was strong so her push
against me forced me to extreme measures. I took away all her leverage by
pulling her hips off the bed. I held her weight up so that only her upper
back, neck, and head were on the bed. She twisted back and forth as her
orgasm exploded through her. It changed her flavor from female musk to
something sweeter. I pushed my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could,
trying to lick out all of the honey her body wanted to feed me. I felt her
relax so I placed her gently back on the bed. I was not done; I continued
using licks, nibbles, and kisses on her pretty pussy until her breathing
sped up again. It took a lot longer to climb to the top of her second
orgasm. She did not scream but her moans egged me onward. There was no
attempt to push me away as she reached the apex of her pleasure. She
opened her legs wide and whispered my name as the waves of her orgasm
pulled her under.
	I was hard by the time she was done that second time. She begged
softly for me to fuck her. I kissed a line up her tight stomach. I took
two breaks on the way to her lips; one at her left breast and the other at
her right. They deserved far more attention but my cock was demanding
penetration. She kissed me and reached between us to guide me inside her.
We jumped at the electric feel of our first coital touch. I pushed my hips
towards her and her pussy opened to accept me. There was no stroking our
first time. I delved deep into her body and she locked her legs around my
waist. My lips found her neck. She whispered words I could not understand.
It was enough for us to grind our hips together. I felt the tip of my dick
rubbing against the deepest part of her. She bit my shoulder painfully,
which was the only reason I managed to hold on long enough for her to
orgasm around me.
	The increased heat and wetness was too much; feeling Cori cum from
having my cock inside her was too much. I shot into her. She dug her nails
into the small of my back as my semen painted the inside of her vagina.
She bit my shoulder again and milked my cock with hard squeezes of her
pussy.
	Cori lay on her stomach with my fingers moving up and down the
cleft of her ass. Neither of us felt the need to talk so we stared at each
other for the minutes it took to fall asleep. I woke up with her body heat
closer to me. I opened my eyes to see Cori's face inches from mine. The
pressure of my hard-on was what woke me. She pressed herself against me in
sleep and my dick was marking her hip with pre-cum. My hand was still on
her ass; my middle finger pressed against her anus. I pushed harder
opening her ass. It reminded me there was one thing left for the sexual
tri-fecta to be complete.
	I got out of the bed and went into the bathroom. It took a minute
for my dick to soften enough to urinate. I splashed cold water on my face
before heading back to the bed. I pushed Cori's hair away from her neck. I
kissed down the line of her spine until I got to her ass. I had studied
her ass in two dimensions many times; it was a pleasure to measure its
curves with my tongue. She woke fully when my teeth nipped at her hips. My
fingers touched her center to find an inviting wetness. I grabbed a pillow
and pulled her ass up enough to slip it under her hips. My cock was
arguing that the foreplay was over. I straddled Cori's thighs. I leaned
down and my dickhead zeroed in on her pussy. We grabbed each other's hands
as I penetrated into her. The fit was not perfect until I pulled back and
slammed my hips into her ass. She grunted at the feel of me taking all of
her. Her hands tightened as I fucked her with long, slow strokes; only
natural lubrication would satisfy me so I took my time building up the
necessary amount. Cori tried to entice me to finish by moving her ass in
tight circles and loving the length of my cock by squeezing me with the
walls of her pussy. My cock got even harder but I knew what I wanted. She
let go of my hands and grabbed two fistfuls of the bedspread. Cori pushed
her ass at my hips. I knew she had arrived so I pulled back and gave her
the strength of my body. It was all she needed to make the crossing into
pleasure. She pressed her forehead into the bed and opened her mouth
widely. No noise escaped her but her pussy tried to force me out as the
orgasm overcame her body. I rested my weight on top of her waiting it out.
I heard her suck in a hard breath and release it immediately.
	I pulled out of her and grabbed my dick. I wiped her juices from
my cock and into the valley of her ass. I used my finger to gather the
moisture at her anus. She shivered as she felt my intention. I pushed my
dick back into her pussy, stroked a couple of time to gather more
lubrication, and pulled out again. I put the tip of my dick on her anal
entry and transferred her wetness more directly onto her body. I pushed
into her pussy again and repeated the process. She was wriggling her chest
against the bed in anticipation when I pressed a finger into her ass. Her
hands came around to spread her asscheeks. I let her body adjust to the
invasion before inserting a second digit into her. I fucked my cock into
her pussy. I moved my fingers and dick in slow strokes fucking her pussy
and ass. She groaned when I pulled my invaders out of her. I adjusted the
angle and touched her asshole with the tip of my dick. She tried to pull
her asscheeks even farther apart as I pressed into her. Cori grunted as I
pushed the head of my dick past her anal ring. She sighed as I waited for
her body to relax. I slowly pushed deeper into her, after a couple of
inches I pulled back. I used shallow strokes back and forth to help her
ass adjust to my thickness. She let go of her ass with her left hand and
slipped it underneath. I felt the tension in her body build as she played
with her pussy. It took a long time for the inside of my hips to rest
against her asscheeks. She had a minor orgasm that lent to fucking into
her hard to take the last inch of depth her ass had to give me.
	We made up for the strokes that had been lacking in our missionary
fuck. The first were slow, shallow ones; we worked together to get her
body used to having me in her ass. The pressure built inside me as her
body stopped restricting my movement. The next strokes were slow and long
as I pulled almost out of her and then fucked in again. She signaled the
next change in gears; her hips moved up and down begging me for power. I
let my body do what I craved and fucked Cori's ass with every ounce of
strength I could muster. I wrapped my arms around her body until I could
palm her breasts. My weight pinned her to the bed but she managed to move
underneath me enough to lend her motion to the power of my thrusts.
	I thickened and her body took that as a sign that it could release
the avalanche inside of her. I pressed my forehead against her hair as she
pushed her hips back one final time to accept my thrust. I exploded inside
Cori. She groaned as the feel of my hot cum set her off too.
	The last thing I felt before I fell asleep with Cori spooned
against me was my dick slipping out her ass.

							-----

	I was surprised when the hotel clerk passed me a note as I walked
into the lobby. Driving to my martial arts and shooting classes, then back
to the hotel might have been annoying except that one night with Cori was
not enough. No one said anything to me when I stopped at home for a quick
shower and a change of clothes, which confirmed that Cori's visitation was
public Sibling knowledge.
	The note asked me to meet the women at their shoot. I was familiar
enough with the area not to need directions. I tipped the clerk for his
efficiency and headed out. I arrived at the location fifteen minutes
later. The girls were doing a clothing shoot for an online catalog. There
was a small crowd gathered so I walked around its edge until I found a
spot I could watch the action. Cori saw me right away and waved; some of
the men gave me the once-over wondering why I was so privileged. I got
even more looks when Keli gave me a friendly wave of her own.
	Modeling looked like frustrating, hot work. I enjoyed the change
of outfits quite a bit especially the little peaks of nudity Cori gave me.
My favorite outfit was Keli in a silver dress that should have come with
its own set of bodyguards. Cori subtly focused on me when I arrived, but
soon after Keli also began to pose for me instead of the camera. There was
an edge of female competition to their attempts to get my attention.
Everyone noticed fairly quickly but the cameraman was too interested in
capturing the new element to call a halt. The guys grumbled but looking at
each of them individually killed any bad intentions. A half-hour after the
girls centered on me, I was one of the few still watching.
	"Buy us lunch," Cori said when they got a break.
	The girls stood very close together. I could not miss the
occasional touches they gave each other.
	"What do you want?" I asked.
	"Does this body look like I put anything other than a salad in
it?" Keli asked jokingly.
	"I certainly hope a salad is not all that..." I started but shook
my head before I put my foot in my mouth. "What kind of dressing?"
	Keli smirked.
	"Anything fat-free," Cori said with a smirk of her own.
	I bowed, turned around, and headed out to a gourmet Italian shop
that I had heard some of the wait staff rave about. Cori and Keli were
kissing when I pulled out of my parking spot.
	They were on the swimsuit portion of the shoot when I got back. I
decided watching Cori and Keli strut around in a variety of small bikinis
was much more pleasurable than eating. I put the food down next to me to
enjoy the show. The guys had gathered again and even my presence could not
drag them away. Problems with his camera caused the photographer to call
another break giving the girls an opportunity to eat. I found myself
bracketed between two beautiful, bikini-clad women.
	"Aren't you going to eat?" Keli asked.
	"Food is the last thing on my mind right now," I said honestly.
	She was wearing a black two-piece. The makeup artist had liberally
coated her body with water from a spray bottle. I was hard-fought not to
stare at the drops of water as they traveled down her neck and between her
breasts. Cori was wearing a tiny red bikini with a thong back. I thought
we were familiar enough after the last night that I did not have to
control the urge to scratch my palms with her ass. Keli's hand tried to
move mine aside a couple of times as she tried to cop her own feels.
	"So what are we doing tonight?" Cori asked suddenly.
	"I'm sure, David has some ideas," Keli said sliding her hand under
mine.
	"Yeah, but you need some extensive foreplay before that," Cori
said with a raised eyebrow.
	"You didn't sound like you needed foreplay last night," Keli said
with a little jealousy in her voice.
	"I already apologized for not closing the door between our rooms,"
Cori said gently.
	She set her salad down and headed back towards the spot they had
been standing on before their break began. Keli looked after Cori with her
bottom lip between her teeth.
	"Couldn't you have closed the door?" I asked her seriously.
	She shrugged before heading towards Cori. The photographer was
overjoyed at the tension between his two models when the shooting began
again. It was almost like there was a contest of wills between Cori and
Keli, but I was not sure what each wanted. They were lovers but the night
I spent with Cori seemed to have placed them at a crossroads.
	Neither spoke to me when the shoot was over, although they quickly
accepted my offer to drive them back to the hotel. They must have come to
some sort of settlement because they whispered to each other quietly
during the drive. I followed Cori into her room and sat on the bed while
she changed. She took her sweet time doing it; since she spent most of
that time walking around naked I did not complain. The door leading to
Keli's room was also wide open and I caught a few glimpses of her in
various stages of undress.
	"Keli," Cori yelled. "Do you want to go dancing tonight?"
	Keli walked into the room wearing a very small and very sheer
matching set of rose bra and panties.
	"Where could we go?" she asked.
	"There's a couple of clubs depending on what kind of dancing you
want to do," I said.
	"What do you mean 'kind of dancing'?" she asked wanting me to
clarify.
	"There's a swing club," I said. "A Latin club, and if you want
there's a couple of your standard run-of-the-mill loud dance clubs too."
	Keli pursed her lips interestedly at Cori who bounced to her to
slip a kiss onto those lips. It rated fairly high on the hot meter and
Keli's look towards me said she wished I were somewhere else. She spanked
Cori's behind.
	"Are you coming with us?" Keli asked me.
	"I don't have to," I said.
	"Do you dance?" she asked shifting her weight from one foot to the
other.
	"Swing and Latin," I said. "But run-of-the-mill loud is not my
thing."
	"Really?" Keli asked unbelievingly. "You don't seem like a dancing
kind of guy to me."
	"I'm very good at foreplay," I replied.
	"Not last night," Cori chimed in with.
	"Did I disappoint?" I asked her.
	"No!" Keli replied for Cori.
	Cori stuck her tongue out at both of us.
	"Swing," Keli announced before turning around to head back into
her room.
	"Naptime!" Cori shouted throwing herself on the bed.
	Surprisingly, she actually meant sleeping.
	The club was packed but the women's looks got us in without a
problem and even afforded us a table. The competition for my attention
between Cori and Keli got fierce after I took each one for their first
dance of the night. Keli was surprised I could dance much better than she
did and asked about it. I told her about the torrid affair with the older
woman in my dance classes.
	"Are you serious?" she asked laughing.
	"She fucked me after every single class for the entire time I took
them," I said.
	"Is that all it takes?" Cori wondered out loud. "Fuck them after
every time they do something you like."
	"It works for me," I said dragging Keli out on the dance floor a
second time.
	"So was that older woman the only reason you took up dancing,"
Keli asked as the band played one their few slow songs of the night.
	"My best friend thought there were some things every man should do
or know how to do," I replied pulling her a little closer.
	"And you agreed with him?"
	"I think I deal with less bullshit doing things his way."
	"What do you mean?" she asked.
	"For instance, women naturally disqualify themselves when they
learn certain things about me." I said. "It makes what we want from each
other stand out."
	"I still don't understand."
	"Well, when I say I spent six years in the military, some women
perk up, and others slide away," I said. "The same goes for saying I take
my martial arts and shooting very seriously or that I don't believe in
marriage but I've held fast to all of my commitments."
	"You think this is a good way of testing whether a woman is
interested."
	"I don't give tests, Keli," I said. "But women certainly examine
men and it's a lot easier if the salient points are readily available to
them."
	She was quiet for a few seconds before staring at me deeply.
	"Any other disqualifications?" she asked.
	"Possessive kisser," I said.
	"Excuse me?"
	I put my hand behind her neck and pulled her down for a kiss. It
surprised her momentarily but she recovered fast enough to kiss me back
before I broke it.
	"Oh," she said after taking a deep breath.
	"You see it's much better for both of us if the woman walks away
before we get to that part," I explained.
	"I don't like a possessive kisser," she said regaining enough of
her social inhibitions to formulate a protest.
	I stopped our motion and looked into her blue eyes.
	"Then why are we dancing."
	It was not a question, but a statement.
	I took her by the hand, and headed for our table. Cori gave Keli a
surprised look, but I soothed her anxiety with a smile. I turned towards
one of the women I noticed earlier. She was sitting on a bar stool tapping
her foot against it. She was not classically attractive, although I
thought if someone bothered to take a close look, what made her different
from the other women in the club was readily apparent. She watched me out
of the corner of her eye as I approached. I had felt her attention on me
while I was on the dance floor. I liked that she was aware of me even
before I said a word to her.
	I was alone in the hotel pool later that night. I had to bribe one
of the staff members to be let in but the quiet was worth it. I was on one
end leaning against the pool wall with only my head out of the water.
Dancing had been enjoyable enough that I realized I should have taken a
night away from everyone at my house sooner. The girl at the club was a
pleasant distraction. Her enthusiasm made her the most fun woman there to
dance with. It was obvious she wanted the dancing to continue elsewhere
but I declined as gracefully as possible. Cori and Keli got more than
their share of attention from the men in the club, although my abandonment
caused the return of their earlier tenseness with each other.
	I had been in the pool for an hour when the door to the women's
locker room opened. Cori stepped out wearing one of the bikinis from the
photo shoot. She smiled when she saw me on the other side of the pool. I
watched as she walked into the pool slowly. She dove underneath the
surface and swam towards me. Her head popped up inches away from me. She
kissed me hard while pressing me against the wall.
	"That girl at the club was fucking hot," she whispered against my
lips. "You should've brought her back here."
	"It would've been hard to explain you crawling into bed with us,"
I said reaching behind her to grab a firm asscheek.
	"Baby, it would've turned her on even more than you did at the
club!"
	She wrapped a leg around mine and floated in the water. The top of
her bikini seemed unnecessary so I untied it. She removed it and tossed it
aside. I gave her breasts the attention I should have given them the night
before.
	The door to the women's locker room opened again. Keli came out
wearing a white one-piece. I was too busy with Cori's breasts to say
hello. I looked up when I was satisfied that I made up for a night of
inattentiveness. Keli had taken off her swimsuit. She was wading into the
pool from the steps. She sat down and leaned back until the water immersed
her.
	Water loved Keli.
	My dick throbbed as Cori swam towards her. The girls stood breasts
to breasts for a couple of seconds. They melded into a kiss that was a
statement of confirmation. I sank below the surface of the water and
stayed there until my lungs burned. I came up to see Keli kneeling on the
edge of the pool. Her knees were set widely apart and her back was arched.
Her ass shined with water droplets that I thought begged to be licked off.
She was staring at me over her shoulder. Her blue eyes asked why I was
still at the other end of the pool. Two powerful strokes were all I needed
to close the gap. I licked up the cleft of her ass and her back arched
even more. I licked a path up her body pressing myself upwards with my
hands on the edge of the pool. I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her
into the water with me. We were on the shallow end so we could stand up. I
nibbled her neck on both sides before she turned around in the circle of
my arms.
	"I lied," she whispered before opening her mouth for my tongue.
	I enjoyed the taste of a wet Keli as I explored the small of her
back and ass with my hands. Cori pressed against her from behind. She
grabbed Keli's breasts and attacked her neck with lips and tongue.
	"About what?" I asked.
	"Possessive kissing," she gasped as Cori and I synchronized our
attentions on either side of her neck.
	"Really?" I asked giving her a light kiss on her lips.
	I had to create space between our hips because Keli was trying to
get her hands in my shorts. I was sporting a fierce hard-on and Keli
wrapping her hands around it did nothing to help the situation.
	"You knew," she complained squeezing me hard.
	"Women don't kiss back like that unless they like it," I whispered
into her ear.
	She pushed my trunks down far enough that they did not interfere
with her exploration.
	"You also didn't close the door last night," I said.
	"Oh God!" she exclaimed as Cori's hands joined hers on my cock.
	"It's okay, Keli," Cori said. "I promise you'll never be alone
again."

	




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