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Chapter 47

	Samuel's sanction occurred during the first week of the new
semester putting me behind where I liked to be in schoolwork. Luckily, it
was a slow spring semester with Susan and Jeremy for two seminars and
introductory classes to fill the rest of my schedule. The professors in
the intro classes were surprised when they saw me enter their class since
I took the advanced courses in the subject with them.
	I never quite understood why students at my University took intro
courses first. None of the higher liberal arts classes had pre-requisites,
even though some intros were required to complete a major. I thought it
was more convenient to take the higher-level class first, thereby making
the lower classes an exercise in waking up for the exams. One of the
professors offered to let me take the mid-term and final in the first week
to avoid having me in his class; he was of the opinion that man is
naturally good and just. I declined, as it would deprive me of the
reminder that some people do not believe in man's greed and selfishness.
	The extra days in the retirement center had me playing catch up
with my reading in the over-priced cafe. At least, I was trying to read
past the distractions that the gaggle of sorority sisters, pledges, and a
very satisfied Doris Alex could produce.
	I smirked at Doris Alex's enjoyment of the wealth of Sibling
candidates that surrounded me. The redhead was stacking the deck to get an
entire Sibling sorority chapter. As if Luanne, Sandra, and Emily were not
enough, Doris Alex added two recent transfers to the list.
	Sarah-D and Sarah-M sat behind Emily looking at me like they were
wondering how rude I would consider it if they crawled under the table and
fiddled with my zipper. The two girls transferred in from the local
community college for the new semester, and were immediately snatched up
as pledges by the sorority.
	I had been reading one of Susan's books for her seminar when my
table was invaded. The cafe stopped as a line of girls walked single file
towards my table. Doris Alex led the pack, but only wanted my credit card
to buy everyone lunch. Two of the sorority officers introduced the Sarahs
to me, and left while Sandra, Luanne, and Emily dragged chairs over.
	"Do you have a last name or a nickname?" I had asked the Sarah
with milk chocolate brown hair.
	The other Sarah had dark chocolate hair. The two Sarahs looked at
each other, and shrugged nervously.
	"I can't just call you Sarah-D and Sarah-M," I said reasonably.
	"D...M?" Emily asked.
	"Dark chocolate," I said pointing at the girls' hair. "Milk
chocolate."
	"I like that," Sandra giggled.
	Luanne and Emily agreed making me look at the Sarahs expecting
them to voice a complaint. The two girls were whispering to each other
about who would get a shot at me first.
	It was not a friendly discussion.
	I was about to stop the entire thing when Doris Alex arrived with
food. By the time the orders were sorted out, the girls had presented
Doris Alex with my 'suggestion' for the new pledges' nicknames. She loved
it telling me that nobody ever remembered the Sarahs' last names anyway.
	I accepted that no one insisting on eating my food was a step
forward, and I could not expect to win all conflicts of this type. There
were benefits to letting Siblings and candidates have their victories,
such as Luanne's panty flashes.
	As happened whenever two or more sorority sisters or pledges were
in the same room, the conversation turned to the new chapter house. Every
sorority sister visited the lot daily to check on the progress. With
Melisa and Jeremy riding shotgun on the construction company, I expected
the house to be completed by September.
	The conversation was all the camouflage Luanne needed to play her
new favorite game of giving me a good long look at her panties. She
managed it every day since Sandra's shopping spree during which I had
bought her a closet's worth of Vickie's secrets.
	Luanne was my first hint at how early indoctrination began when a
Sibling recruited a candidate.
	There had to be some sort of coordination going on because Luanne
managed to find me every day to make sure I saw that she was wearing
something I bought close to her secrets. There were a couple of times she
almost missed me and looked relieved when she managed to get in my daily
peek. The game took a turn the day before when I did not leave the house,
unwittingly depriving Luanne of her pleasure. I was dragged outside by
Melisa to find Luanne in the backseat of my car wearing only her
underwear.
	It took Melisa and Doris Alex a couple of hours to bring my
horniness level down to normal after that intense make out session with
Luanne. Melisa and Doris Alex enjoyed the results and like Luanne chucked
any underwear I had not bought them.
	I changed the rules of the game in the cafe by avoiding Luanne's
flashes. She picked up on the new game immediately, and her smile was
overjoyed. Everyone except the Sarahs saw the exchange, further confirming
my suspicion of coordination.
	Emily moved her chair so that my view of Luanne was blocked.
	"Bitch!" Luanne said.
	Emily shrugged and blew her a kiss.
	"Try harder," Doris Alex said challenging Luanne.
	Luanne sniffed, stood up, walked around to my side, pushed my tray
away, sat down on top of the table and put one foot on each of my knees.
Short skirts made her exhibitionist displays easier, and she was wearing a
very short one.
	I liked the pink bows decorating her panties.
	"Enough?" Luanne asked me.
	"Not really," I told her honestly.
	"It took two years for me to sleep with my boyfriend," she said
seriously. "I would have fucked you on the day you bought all my
underwear."
	"Your ex-boyfriend," I said.
	"What?"
	"It took two years for you to sleep with your ex-boyfriend."
	"I'm not going to play with boys again," she said. "So the ex is
unnecessary."
	She hopped off the table and straightened her skirt before
returning to her seat. The Sarahs were boring holes into me with their
eyes after Luanne's display. Their whispering started again; they were
trying to bribe each other for the privilege of being first.
	I was beginning to put the Sibling candidate desire to sleep with
me down as peer pressure. Everyone they considered cool was doing it, or
wanted to do it so they jumped on the bandwagon to my bedroom.
	The conversation turned back to the chapter house so I tried to
dig into my book again. I sighed when two minutes later someone mentioned
my room in the new chapter house.
	Doris Alex was not bothering with subtlety; her campaign was
brilliantly planned and being flawlessly executed. I almost asked who she
planned to be the sorority indoctrinator, Sandra or Emily. Someone would
be needed if she planned to convert a whole chapter.
	The smart money was on Emily's Brother tour being cut short.
	Doris Alex had been exaggerating when she said it could be done
quickly. With two-year Brother tours, the logistics did not work out
unless she emptied the sorority for a couple years. Even if the entire
next semester's pledge class converted, they would have to leave for
indoctrination in December. It would be two years before any of them
returned to school putting a wide gap in Doris Alex's schedule. She could
import Siblings but there were other schools with Brothers in attendance
for Siblings of that age to choose from. I thought that six years was the
minimum she needed to achieve her goal.
	Doris leaned towards me and nodded for me to get closer.
	"They don't have to leave school for Brother tours, David," she
whispered. "There is an element of removing them from their old life to
the tour, but it's not necessary if every sister in the chapter is a
Sibling since the entire social structure would be composed of other
Siblings. After college, they'll go their separate ways but still be tied
tightly to each other."
	"How did you know I was thinking about that?" I asked her.
	She shrugged, and gave me a kiss.
	"If every sorority sister in the chapter is a Sibling then only
the exposure to different Brothers is required," she continued. "There's
weekends and school breaks for that."
	"That's what you really want, isn't it?" I asked.
	"My way is less disruptive on new Siblings," she whispered. "We
are more resistant to change than Brothers, but a Bloodline Brother is a
blank check. No one will challenge Melisa in your house; she is your First
and her Brother line is clean from Brother parent to Crest. As a Bloodline
Sibling crested to a Bloodline Brother, only other Speakers would consider
standing against my decisions. The same Rank that protects Melisa's status
in your life means I can change the world as long as I do not work against
the Brothers."
	I nodded and sat back. Doris Alex's words brought the world into
clearer order making it easier to lose myself in Susan's book again.
	A half-hour later, only Luanne and the Sarahs sat at the table.
Luanne was telling the other girls about Sandra's shopping spree in great
detail.
	"How did you two meet?" I asked Sarah-M.
	They told me their mothers had been friends since childhood and
never lived more than a house apart. The girls were placed in the same
crib when their mothers visited each other and each girl's first memory
was of the other.
	They were in the middle of describing how they arrived at the
conclusion that it was easier to share a boyfriend if he thought he was
cheating on them instead of being shared when the cafe door slammed open
and Nancy stormed in.
	Nancy was lucky that not many people were hanging around after the
lunchtime rush.
	"What the fuck are you doing?" she asked loudly coming to a halt
at my table. "How dare you tell her to stop fucking me!"
	The last got everyone's attention; some of the staff peeked around
the corner to watch the fireworks. I almost chose not to disappoint them,
but Sarah-M had promised to tell me about the first threesome with their
'cheating' boyfriend.
	"Sit," I said to Nancy.
	She immediately parked it in the chair I pointed to.
	"Be quiet," I told her and turned back to Sarah-M.
	I sighed out loud; the Sarahs were giving me their best 'starved
for a fuck' look.
	"Finish your story," I ordered.
	They reacted as if I had gently inserted their favorite vibrator
after a hot bath at the end of a horrible day.
	"Oh boy!" Luanne said staring at the two brunettes.
	"Jesus!" Nancy exclaimed.
	Sarah-D shivered while Sarah-M let out a long breath.
	Sibling submission and obedience are a scale that has a lot to do
with a Brother's preferences. There are absolutes like the Sibling silence
about the Brotherhood to outsiders and an automatic reaction to direct
orders.
	I have been told many times by Samantha and Anna that my ideas of
submission and obedience are among the most lenient they have ever heard
for a Brother. Conversely, Doris Alex has said that most Siblings walk on
eggshells around me.
	Sarah-D and Sarah-M seemed to fall on the extreme side of Samantha
and Anna's ideals of proper Sibling submission and obedience. I got the
feeling if I said 'Cum!' in a hard voice the air would acquire a
refreshingly musky flavor. I smiled knowing my association with the two
girls would end the instant Samantha met them.
	"Put your hands on the table," I told them. "Knees apart."
	I had no idea how a Sibling was trained to heel, but figured the
girls needed practice before Samantha claimed them.
	"Finish your story," I said.
	Luanne marveled at how a teenage male could be convinced that two
girls wanted a threesome because neither could give HIM up.
	"Both of you," I said when they were finished with the story. "At
the same time."
	"Huh?" Sarah-D asked.
	"When we fuck the first time," I said. "It won't be one or the
other, it will be both. Unless..."
	I shrugged as they shivered.
	"Unless what?" Sarah-M asked.
	"I'm not your type," I told her.
	"Male, hot and makes girls cream their panties is definitely my
type," Sarah-D responded confidently.
	"Definitely creaming," Luanne offered. "Sort of weird, never
creamed even when my boyfriend was fucking me, but I've been walking
around with a buttery feeling below since I met David."
	"I've never met a guy that an entire sorority would spread for,"
Sarah-M said. "Not without being a movie star or something."
	"It's the new chapter house," I told them. "Misplaced gratitude."
	Every female at the table nodded politely and broke out laughing.
The Sarahs left soon after that; Luanne was standing up to go but froze
when I looked at her.
	"Sit here," I told her nodding at the chair next to me.
	She sat down and looked at me with curiosity. I yanked her chair
close causing a squeak of surprise. My hand pushed her thighs open until
my fingers were touching her panties. I dipped under them and played my
fingers down her lips.
	"David," she gasped loudly.
	"There's people here, Luanne," I said. "I wouldn't be too loud or
they'll know what I'm doing."
	"David!" she gasped again.
	"This isn't creaming, Luanne," I told her. "You're barely warmed
up yet."
	She squeezed the finger I pressed into her tightly with her pussy.
Her hands grabbed my arm and she dropped her head forward. I pulled my
finger out, mated it with a second, and pushed them inside of her. Her
thighs gripped my forearm and she bit her lip trying not to react too
obviously.
	Luanne shook her head when she looked up and read the intent in my
eyes.
	"David!"
	My fingers fucked in as deep I could get them from our positions.
	"Spread your legs," I whispered.
	Luanne obeyed giving me more of her depth. I pulled the fingers
out and touched them to her clit.
	"Oh my God!" she whispered pushing her chair closer to me.
	She grabbed my shirt and her head fell forward again. We had
kissed, and rubbed against each other but this was our first sexual
contact.
	"I think that guy knows what I'm doing," I told Luanne calmly.
	She could not hide the convulsions that her orgasm caused but the
moans were barely audible. Her head rose a couple of seconds later and she
looked at me with shining eyes.
	I pushed my fingers back inside of her and drew out as much
moisture as I could. Her mouth opened automatically when I touched those
fingers to her lips. We stared at each other as she cleaned them off.
	"That's creaming," I told her with a smile.
	"I was right," she told me. "I never did that with my boyfriend."
	"Get off in public?" I asked.
	"Cream," she answered.
	"It takes time for a boy to learn that if he'll do anything for an
orgasm, a girl will probably do the same," I said. "The fun starts when he
figures out girl orgasms can come in multiples."
	"Multiples?"
	"Ten to twenty and you'll fuck on command," Nancy told Luanne. "To
be honest, all it really takes at that point is an 'I think I'm horny.'"
	"TEN!"
	"That takes time," Nancy said. "David seems to like starting with
four a session and work his way up. Things taper off, but you're
guaranteed at least four every time after that. If you ever need a shot of
self-esteem, try to get him over the line before you get to four. That
will put some boost on your tits!"
	"Four per time?" Luanne asked astonished.
	"That's what I said!" Nancy said huffily.
	"What if a girl can't do four?"
	"You just had one in public, right?" Nancy asked Luanne.
	"A nice one," Luanne told her with a huge smile.
	"Could you have another one?"
	"I don't know," Luanne said unsurely.
	I ran my fingers up her right thigh, across her panties, and down
her left thigh.
	"I'm sorry," Luanne said sitting straight up. "I could definitely
have another one."
	"So if after that, David dragged you into the bathroom, pushed you
up against the wall and shoved his tongue inside you, could you have a
third?" Nancy asked looking bored.
	"No!" Luanne answered looking at me hopefully.
	Nancy snickered.
	"Believe me, darling," Nancy said. "If you're still conscious, a
fourth with his cock inside is a given. Scratch that! Even if you're
unconscious, it's automatic. Fainting didn't stop Alyssa, but I doubt
you'll wait as long as she did."
	Luanne turned to look at me.
	"Not every girl can cum that often, can she?" Luanne asked Nancy.
	"Luanne," Nancy said patiently. "I doubt David can even see women
like that."
	"I see them," I said. "They cross the street when they see me
coming."
	Both women looked at me in shock.
	"There's at least one sister that wants nothing to do with me," I
told Luanne.
	"Caroline," Luanne answered quietly.
	I nodded.
	Luanne and Nancy had a long conversation about orgasms that
sounded like Nancy was giving Luanne instruction on how to fuck a Brother
right.
	I turned to look at Nancy when Luanne finally left.
	"I'm sorry about what I said," she said softly.
	"You will be, Nancy," I told her. "Tell Melisa and Doris Alex that
your attitude needs adjusting again."
	She nodded quickly.
	"Then tell Stephanie that you said I 'told' her not to do
something,"
	"There's no need for that David," she said nervously.
	"I don't have to need for you to do, Nancy," I told her. "I don't
even have to want. I told you to do it therefore you will. Add my telling
you to do something and having it questioned to the things Melisa and
Doris Alex need to straighten out."
	"Melisa's going to kill me!" she sighed. "Can I at least ask why
you told Stephanie she shouldn't sleep with me?"
	"You've backed off her, Nancy," I said. "I advise you not to do it
again; I will not accept failure on your part. I am not asking you to
carry Stephanie to the point she can put the past behind her, but you will
get her to a place she can choose not to."
	"What happens then?" she asked.
	"Choosing not to isn't an option any of us are allowed to
survive."
			
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	Jeremy and Melisa were talking in my living room when I got home.
My First excused herself, kissed me, and walked up the stairs.
	"We have a problem," Jeremy said without preamble after I slid the
living room doors closed.
	"Like Samuel or Stephanie's rapists?" I asked.
	"Like someone getting too close to a Sibling in a position of
power," he answered.
	"Isn't it easier to move a Sibling in those circumstances?" I said
sitting down.
	"The Sibling has a promising political career that we do not wish
to cut short," he said. "He is in an arranged marriage with another
Sibling. They serve the same Brother, one that has been rather careless.
Our Brother will be reprimanded by one of your peers, but you are the only
one ready to work with the Foot."
	"Why do I need to work with Foot Brothers on this?"
	"The person coming to all the right conclusions is a reporter," he
answered. "She has friends that will be curious so we need to ensure the
solution cannot be traced back to us. There is a plan in place, but it
requires more than just you."
	"It still doesn't explain why I have to meet the Foot."
	"You are as different from Renard as Enforcers are from other
Brothers," Jeremy said carefully. "Foot Brothers and Enforcers
traditionally have transition problems."
	"Part of the reason, you don't think the other Enforcers are ready
for this," I stated.
	"Yes," he answered. "Robert and the council believe you will have
an easier time with the transition. We will have to replace any Foot
Brothers that you cannot work with, but that is a manageable problem. The
Foot are the easiest Brothers to recognize and recruit."
	"So when will this meeting happen?" I asked.
	"Would you prefer it on your ground or theirs?"
	"Neutral," I replied.
	"I will arrange something as soon as possible," he said standing
up.
	"Did the reporter stumble on to us?" I asked. "Or was she given
directions?"
	"She did not stumble," Jeremy answered sadly. "Something else
Robert's little fish will have to answer for."
	I sat thinking about the Foot when I heard Melisa's angry shout
from upstairs. It was followed by a furious yell from Doris Alex, and then
something shattered against a wall.
	Nancy had told the three women at the same time.

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