Chapter 6

  I went through the military's most brutal evasion, capture,
resistance and escape training but Samantha's interrogation
techniques were without peer. She wrung me out until I resorted
to skimming the truth with each question she asked. It did not
stop her but I thought if she were on the clock, it would delay
her invasion of my mind. I was sweating slightly when we were
done. Samantha smiled as if she had enjoyed herself profusely.
  The two other interviews went along the plan I laid out for my
newfound sister.
  Robert was older than I expected and one of the Brotherhood's
historians. We discussed a number of historical figures that were
Brothers. The number of Siblings who had contributed to society
was astounding. The Brothers dropped completely out of public
life around McCarthyism. It was for all intents and purposes
another purge and a deeper entrenching. The Brotherhood was
probably well served by the renewed vigilance in the US
considering Hoover and the technological changes in monitoring
people. Robert liked to talk and I liked to listen to people who
knew what they were talking about.
  I smiled outside his door. It had been an elegant dance of
getting what he wanted by asking my opinion on different people.
He made it easier to be honest than Samantha with his charm and
wit. I had a more difficult time holding him at bay. I never met
someone quite as flamboyantly homosexual as Robert and it was an
experience.
  Roderigo was a pain in the ass. I knew for a fact that I was an
asshole and Roderigo was very nearly the exact same kind of
asshole. We spent a good three hours like pitbulls separated only
by the bars of civility. He was a woman's dream; tall,
Mediterranean complexion, handsome, and sweated confidence. In
the end, just the fact that I would not bend forced respect out
of him.
  Melissa was waiting for me outside his door. She looked past me
and smiled. I hoped it was not at the sight of Roderigo.
  I even hated his fucking name.
  We ate a quiet dinner in the hotel restaurant. I barely noticed
the food as more than a replenishment of my reserves. The
Brothers worked together to drain me but they could not overcome
the years of training in foster homes and the military. They were
not cruel and without a desire to do damage. The twenty-four
years of institutional training was enough to protect the parts
of myself that had always been private.
  I felt the low thrum of Melissa's satisfaction as she drove us
home. I smiled as her emotions warmed me. I do not know what it
was but her happiness made the last of the day's stress
dissipate.
  She got out of the elevator at her floor and turned around. I
gave her a look of confusion. She put her hand on the elevator to
keep it open.
  "Do you think Roderigo's an asshole?" she asked me seriously.
  My eyes widened but I managed to nod.
  "So do I," she said with a firm nod. She shrugged and moved
away from the elevator.
  I laughed all the way to my floor.
  I walked into the floor lounge hoping she would be coming
upstairs as soon as she changed. I did not talk to my floormates
very often so the strange looks the people in the lounge gave me
were confusing. My social group consisted mostly of Melisa's
sorority since they did a fair job of isolating me in classes. I
did not remember a single class without either Melisa or one of
her sorority sisters. Very few girls were going to challenge any
of the sisters for a man's attention. I smiled remembering my two
logic classes with Doris Alex. It took one kiss on the cheek
accompanied by a caress of my arm to send a clearly received
signal that I was off-limits.
  Doris Alex and I had signed up for a formal logic seminar the
next semester. I was looking forward to it but her Sibling status
added a whole new dimension. I wondered how long it would be
before I could have the night with Doris Alex that every
heterosexual male that knew her dreamed of.
  I studied the people in the lounge carefully to see if
something was wrong. I shrugged figuring my roommate opened his
mouth about Melisa or someone saw her coming out of my room
wearing only a towel. Everyone knew there was no chance Melisa
would date a member of my roommate's fraternity so if they saw
her like that I must be the obvious culprit.
  I was right and wrong.
  People knew that our relationship had changed but the real
reason for the looks was that Janet waited for me by the door to
my room.
  She was eminently noticeable in very tight black shorts and a
white tummy t-shirt. I shook my head knowing my floormates were
wondering how I could have gotten so lucky.
  Janet's clothing screamed she wanted male type attention.
  I leaned against my door and looked down at her. She smiled so
sexily that I had to step into her space. She tilted her head
back and I leaned down for a kiss. It overwhelmed both of us
right away. I drove my tongue into her mouth and she tried to
wrap hers around it. We breathed harshly as the tide threatened
to drag us down. I put my hands in her hair and pushed her head
back to separate our lips. She groaned and pressed her lower body
against my groin to tempt me to kiss her again. I looked down
into her brown eyes.
  I let her hair go and took a step back. I leaned against the
door again.
  "Melisa said you have get used to sleeping with a Sibling, and
different ones at that," she whispered when her breathing calmed.
"With a young Brother attending, more Siblings will come to
school here. We're going to spread you pretty thin among us."
  I opened my door to let us in.
  She jumped up on the bed and sat down looking at me.
  "Professor Ryan has been here for years," I said.
  "Jeremy is a professor," she said.
  "I will be one eventually," I said walking over to the window.
  "Jeremy's books put him in the public eye. He is also one of
the most popular professors on campus," she said. "You don't
understand yet but the standard Brother and Sibling relation is
EXTREMELY sexual. It would look like he was having affairs with
multiple students."
  "I will have the same problem eventually," I said pointedly.
  "Not for years, and even then, there are remedies," she stated.
"Plus Jeremy lives a couple of hours away in the city. You would
live here... sleep here. There are reasons Melisa wants you used
to sleeping with different Siblings, not the least of which is
Sibling-to-Sibling relationships."
  I raised an eyebrow.
  She shook her head wearing a sexy smile and shrugged her
shoulders. I wanted her to continue but nodded slowly instead of
digging further into what she did not want to tell me.
  "Can I ask you for something, David?" she asked softly.
  I nodded.
  "When we have sex the first time," she said in a deep voice, "I
want you to fuck me like you would have after the fight on the
bus."
  Her eyes drew me into her.
  "Fuck me like I was the prize you fought for. Don't think about
me, about what I want. Take what you think is your right from my
body."
  I got an aching hard-on from her words and the look in her eyes
as she spoke them.
  "Why?" I asked.
  My mind was not firing on all cylinders, obviously.
  "I didn't see you move when he slapped me. My friend told me
you hit him once, picked him up and threw him through the bus
window. She said all she could think was 'Wow, that would have
hurt if the frame didn't collapse.' I saw the rest of it though."
  Her nipples looked painfully hard pressing against her t-shirt.
  "I wanted you. I've never wanted anyone who wasn't a Brother
but it didn't feel wrong. I wanted you to throw me down right
there in the bus and fuck me so hard I'd feel your dick inside me
for a week."
  I looked away from her for a second. I adjusted myself in my
pants and turned back.
  She was staring at me, hungrily.
  I would come to recognize the next moment as my point of no
return.
  "Take your clothes off."
  How can a smile be peaceful and sexy at the same time?
  Janet managed it.
  She stood up on the bed and flipped her sneakers off. She
turned around so her back was to me and wiggled her shorts down
her body. She was wearing a small pair of purple panties. There
was a triangle at the small of her back that thinned into a thong
lost between her asscheeks.
  She turned to face me. The front of her panties barely reached
two inches above her pussy. She did the wiggle to the upper part
of her body and stripped off the shirt. She was not wearing a bra
and her breasts were mouth-watering. She tossed the shirt to the
ground and sat down.
  "The panties?" she asked huskily.
  I shook my head.
  She tilted her head and looked at my pants. I moved towards her
and she spread her legs so I could stand between them. I pulled
her to the edge of the bed so we were touching. The adjustments I
had made to the bed at the beginning of the school year put her
high enough so her crotch was against my stomach. She leaned
forward and down to kiss me. It was softer than the kiss outside.
I brought my hands down and hooked my thumbs on her panties.
  She broke the kiss and looked at me.
  "One of my high school teachers was a Sibling. I knew there was
something different about her but I couldn't figure out what it
was. I think it was that she seemed so happy. I watched her for
months. I followed her home one day and a Brother caught me
spying on them."
  She put her hands on my face and kissed me gently.
  "I'm a Sibling, and I have right to you, David. Everything I
want to happen, every fantasy I've had about you is going to come
true. You're going to fuck me on that bus. You don't know what's
it's like for a Sibling but I can't imagine caring that Melisa
slept in your arms last night. I can't imagine not being able to
walk in here tonight and sleep with you holding me."
  I nodded and put my forehead on her chest. I closed my eyes so
the vision of her luscious breasts a couple of inches from my
mouth would not make me do something that was a really good idea
but not right yet.
  I understood Siblings a little better after the ride home with
Melisa from the hotel. The rings were important to Siblings,
maybe even more important than to Brothers.
  She put her chin on top of my head and we stayed in that
position for a while. Melisa sent her to me for this. I always
thought in terms of two people. I did not know how Melisa related
to other Siblings but she needed me to know these were rules to
the life I was choosing. I did not belong to her, and even with a
crest she would not wholly belong to me.
  Janet got my attention by pulling on my shirt. I stepped back
and took my clothing off. She moved backwards to create space for
me on the bed but I did not want to be on the bed.
  I wanted to be on top of Janet. I looked at her; I liked the
smoothness of her curves. I wanted to lick, and kiss every part
of her but I needed more time.
  A weekend might have been enough to sate me.
  She did not react when I turned her so that she was lying on
the bed. I hopped onto the bed and got between her legs. I rested
my weight on her. She wrapped her legs and arms around me
tightly. Her mouth was hungry on mine and we kissed deeply.
  It took a while for us to get our fill.
  I turned on my back dragging her on top of me. This gave me
access to her ass and I was one happy man to have my hands full
of Janet's asscheeks. We kissed as I explored the feel of her ass
in my hands. I pulled on her panties and she protested a little
but she was not serious about it. I got on top of her again and
pulled them down her legs. I lay down beside her and turned her
so I could push my dick against her ass. She lifted a leg and I
guided my dick so it touched her pussylips.
  "David, no!" she said with a groan. "Melisa should be your
first."
  "Ssshhh," I whispered in her ear. She moaned as my dick split
her lips and I pushed my hips forward. I rubbed her clit with the
head of my dick. Her hand moved to my hip and she dug her nails
in. I moved backward and stroked her clit with the head of my
dick again. She pushed her head back and I kissed her exposed
neck.
  She was right, Melisa was to be my First Sibling but it did not
mean that Janet had to go to sleep as frustrated as I would.
  I rubbed the head of my dick against her clit with as long a
stroke as I could manage. She bent her knee to give me free
access to her pussy. I kissed her neck and shoulder as I
continued the motion with my hips.
  Her orgasm was reluctant.
  She put her hand on my dick and pushed it against her pussy to
get firmer contact. She moved her hips to jump off the edge of
her pleasure. She gasped as her body wet my dick with her
satisfaction. She let go of my dick and sighed loudly.
  I loved Janet's body; the roundness of her curves, the extra
weight of her feminine body parts. Unlike Melisa, I had definite
fantasies about Janet.
  I reached down and grabbed an asscheek in each hand. I spread
her open and pulled back rubbing my dick on her. I raised my hips
so that the tip of my dick touched her anus.
  "Oh my God!" she gasped when I pushed against it. "You're too
big, David. You can't do that."
  I took a hand off her ass and grabbed a fistful of her hair. I
pulled her head back hard.
  "What did you just tell me?" I growled into her ear.
  She wiggled her hips, moving backward almost penetrating her
ass on my shaft. Her actions belied the words she had spoken; it
might have hurt her but she wanted me in whatever way I wanted
her.
  "You're going to remember telling me I can't do something,
Janet," I whispered to her. "When I have a ring that says you're
mine when I want you, I swear I'm going to fuck your ass every
week for telling me that. You're not just going to love it,
Janet. I promise that you will CRAVE my cock there before I'm
through with you!"
  She pushed hard against me, wanting me inside her. I let go of
her other asscheek so that her cheeks hugged the head of my dick
between them.
  She grabbed my arm and hugged herself with it.
  I held the pressure on her anal opening for a long time
thinking about where the voice and words I used on Janet had come
from.

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  I was awake when Melisa walked in wearing a blue business suit.
She had a bag with her that held my breakfast.
  Janet's movement woke me early in the morning. She apologized
but neither of us could go back to sleep. We lay together and
watched the arrival of the morning through my window. She dragged
me into the women's bathroom and gave me a thorough shower.
  I was impressed with her diligence in ensuring I was sparkling
clean. I returned the favor but I was much distracted by the
kissable factor of many of her body parts.
  Janet looked incredible wet.
  For the second morning in a row, a woman left my room wearing
only a towel.
  Melisa stared out my window while I ate. Whatever I might have
said to her, it did not change that she had waited a long time
for this. Ten years were just words to me; Melisa had lived them.
  Somewhere in the night, Janet's words and fiery sexual desire
buried my resentment of being handled. I was sure that Melisa
wanted to be the one to throw the dirt on the grave of the
majority of my doubts. We both knew she could not have been.
Melisa had been there from the beginning; she was heavily
invested in my joining the Brotherhood. She was a part of their
secrecy and the violation of my inner world.
  The silence continued on the walk to the BMW and drive to the
Ramada. The eyes were on me the entire time. She walked in and
pointed to the elevator bank. She pressed the button for the top
floor once we were inside. We watched the numbers light up as the
elevator brought me closer and closer to a destiny I never knew
existed.
  The doors opened and she stepped to the only room door on the
floor. She opened the door, and stepped aside looking at me.
  "Good luck, Brother," she whispered as I walked by. I guess I
should have told her. Whatever the interviews were about, they
were not about my becoming a Brother. That decision was made two
years before when Melisa was allowed to matriculate at the same
university I would be attending. The structure of my recruitment
was for something else and the consolation prize was a Brother's
ring.
  Inside there were four elderly gentlemen sitting across from a
lone chair. Four pairs of intelligent eyes watched every move as
I approached and sat down across from them.
  "Gentlemen."
  "Cocky little bastard!"