Chapter 10

  Later that day, I sat in the student center before my lab shift
thinking about Melisa's orchestrated sex show. The role I played
bothered me. I was not shy about my body but I never fucked in
the presence of a non-participant. I never had the opportunity
before, but it still seemed strange. I did not give a single
thought to stopping Melisa at the time. It was something she
wanted and I immediately internalized the rightness of it.
  I thought I was the dominant but Melisa completely controlled
the circumstance. She used me, and it had not mattered to me.
  Nobody used me, and I was looking for the reason I allowed her
to.
  Melisa was training me; the early morning action convinced me.
It was not any training I was used to, like the addition of a
skill set. She was trying to make me see something about her,
about Siblings.
  I was positive that Brothers used the First Sibling's training
as a smokescreen. They wanted to ensure that I was not harmful to
Siblings but their first priority was protecting the Brotherhood.
The money, information and access to Siblings were a trap. They
were waiting to see if I would fall to temptation.
  The eyes on the back of my head only showed up at certain times
of the day now so I tried to follow a set schedule to keep them
comfortable. I did not want to test the Brotherhood's tolerance
for the unexpected. I disliked surprises and considering the
secret they were trying to keep that had to be a part of the
standard Brother profile.
  Siblings needed something more than resisting temptation to
trust me though. The two nights I slept alone had been a failure
to them. I thought Melisa's orgasm while licking cum from my skin
evened the score somewhat but that was her doing, I only allowed
it.
  I did not like failure, which was probably another part of the
Brother profile. The continuing Brother test was easier than
dealing with Melisa. I could see the Brothers' trap and guess the
penalty. Melisa was only showing me the bait.
  It wiggled enticingly.
  I went over everything the Siblings said to me looking for
their key. I knew it was there but something about me was
blocking the recognition of it.
  I closed my eyes when I felt Rachel's approach.
  I could follow Rachel's movement through a crowd with my eyes
closed. I would recognize her from a quarter mile away in the
dark.
  Her touch surprised me.
  She put her fingers on my right shoulder and they drifted along
the skin of my neck to my left shoulder. She had never touched me
like that. I turned my head and looked up at her.
  Her hand was still on me.
  She smiled.
  Rachel was my height, and just about everything I wanted;
straight blonde hair, blue eyes, thick in the thighs, pretty
upturned breasts, and a scent I could live in.
  "Is anybody sitting with you?" she asked, looking at the empty
chairs at my table.
  I shook my head.
  She put her tray across from me and sat down.
  "I haven't seen you in a while," she said while putting her
other things down.
  "Last week," I replied.
  "Yeah, but we didn't talk," she said with a smile. She reached
for her fork and placed a bite of food in her mouth.
  I liked watching Rachel do everything.
  She and I did not talk; I listened, Rachel talked. During our
freshman year, she would come into my room if she was feeling
down to get some 'good' attention. I knew what she was doing but
it did not matter next to the fact that she was in my room.
Everyone on my floor, even Melisa who teased me about it, thought
I had a serious 'crush' on her. I did not know if crush was
appropriate. During my freshman and most of my sophomore year,
Rachel walking into the room made my day better.
  "I've heard some interesting rumors," she said studying me.
  "Really?" I asked with some curiosity.
  "A little birdy told me I might have lost my most avid
admirer," she said with a mischievous smile. It was the first
time she admitted knowing I liked her.
  I smiled, and shook my head.
  "Rachel, just between you and me," I said looking into her
summer morning blue eyes. "Not Going To Happen!"
  I liked the smile she gave me as the words escaped; like it was
only mine.
  "So you're cheating on me," she said capturing her tongue
between her teeth and raising her eyebrows.
  "Does the accused get to hear the charges?" I asked with a
teasing smile.
  I marveled at the difference in this conversation from any
other we ever had.
  "Well, there's nasty ones about Melisa and you," she said.
  I sat up.
  "Then there's the ones with Janet but she's crazy about you.
Those rumors aren't so vile or lurid," she continued. "I wonder
if Melisa and Janet know about each other though."
  Rachel was a sister in the same sorority as Janet, Melisa and
Doris Alex.
  "What do you mean nasty?" I asked quietly.
  Her mouth snapped shut at my tone of voice. Her eyes widened
and I watched her shake off the sliver of fear. She dismissed it
as a cold chill.
  "Well, there's the nice kind of nasty going around the
sorority," she said. "Melisa seems very satisfied after spending
the night with you, and restless if she sleeps alone."
  "You know when she sleeps alone?"
  "We're a sorority, we know everything about our sisters."
  "And the other kind of nasty?" I asked.
  "Well, there's two kinds of really nasty rumors; one focused on
Melisa and the other on you," she said sitting back.
  I nodded.
  "That fraternity seems to be the source of both," she said with
a cold smile. She did not have to identify the frat; my
roommate's brothers had a reputation for that kind of thing.
  "Cum slut," she said shaking her head angrily. "Even if Melisa
said it, which is stupid to even think, I don't like hearing some
asshole call one of my sisters that."
  I stared into her eyes and she stared back hard.
  "You, they're calling a dog," Rachel said. "I don't think
that's UNFAIR but Melisa and Janet are friends. I think they know
what's going on and they have that little... Anyway, I get the
feeling that calling you a dog is really about insulting Melisa
and Janet, like they're your bitches."
  She looked away for a minute and then returned to eating. She
said what she wanted to, so she changed the subject to finals.
Much later, she put everything she was going to throw away on her
tray and picked up her things. She got up and smiled at me.
  "I hear you and Doris have a big date tonight," she said.
  I nodded warily.
  "Make sure she has a good time," she said before walking away.
  I watched her until she turned a corner and was out of sight.

            -----

  The student computer lab supervisors knew I would not be
returning as an employee the next semester and tried to get
coverage for my remaining shifts. It got their 'returning'
employees extra hours. I was pleasantly surprised I did not have
to work when I showed up at the lab. With a couple of hours
before my poetry class, I walked over to Greek Row and took a
seat across from my roommate's frat house. Michael's fraternity
house was opposite my roommate's so I could say I was waiting for
him if anyone asked.
  The eyes were annoyed at the break in my routine so I made it
obvious to anyone who recognized the signs that I was watching
the house.
  Before I left, I walked around it to mark possible exits.
  Class was almost boring.
  There was no purpose to a final in a poetry writing class and
we did not have a final project either. Some of the kids treated
it as an oasis from other school pressure but most wrote like the
last couple of weeks did not matter, even having Professor Ryan
for the instructor did not change that apathy much.    Melisa's
poems were the only ones worth reading. We were surprised by
their erotic nature. I was not the only one who shifted
uncomfortably in the chair when Melisa read them. Her eyes
drilled into me while she spoke the words and I tried to remember
where the nearest closet was; fucking in a broom closet would be
another first.
  Only the blue-haired lesbian wanted to comment on Melisa's work
and Professor Ryan (hiding his lower body behind the desk) let
her wax poetic.
  Melisa rushed out of class without speaking to me. I was
focused on Rachel's words so did not think anything of it. I went
back to my new post across from my roommate's frat house.
  I was not surprised when Professor Ryan sat down beside me on
the bench.
  "What's so interesting about that house, David?" he asked
without preamble.
  I smiled.
  "Melisa decided to have a little fun this morning."
  "And the rumors are abounding," he finished for me.
  "Yes, they certainly are," I said watching the president of the
fraternity walk out of the house. He was the one I was most
interested in placing; my roommate spoke almost eloquently of
him. He could turn the tide of his brotherhood if things became
confrontational. I would just have to convince him that his
brothers learning respect was better for everyone involved,
especially him.
  "Have you considered that using a firmer hand on your First
might be a better solution than whatever you're planning?" he
asked.
  I looked at him and then at the frat house. I gave his
suggestion some thought.
  "I'm not planning anything yet, I'm planning for something.
There is a difference," I said carefully. "Plus the first time I
use a firm hand on Melisa, it's going to be because she pushed me
too far with this training of hers."
  He looked away but not before I caught his wide smile.
  "Well, be careful Brother," he said standing up and holding his
hand out to me. I shook it and he walked away.
  Michael walked into the frat house behind me. He came out a
couple of minutes later with a few of his brothers. They started
a game of football in the street.
  It made good camouflage for my observation.

            -----

  Doris Alex looked gorgeous.
  She was wearing a tight, short black cocktail dress. Her hair
was down and her makeup was barely noticeable. She smiled as she
walked down the steps like she did the first time I entered the
Brother house.
  Doris Alex presenting herself had been fabulous.
  Doris Alex trying to impress me was something to behold.
  She stopped at the bottom step and enjoyed my admiration. I
walked up to her and took her hands in mine. I took a step back
and she followed me off the step. I turned us so that her back
was to the wall and crowded her against it.
  I kissed her gently.
  Doris Alex had to bathe with rose oil; the scent was present
whenever I got close to her.
  Her lips were soft and pliant. She opened her mouth in an
invitation I had to accept. She welcomed my tongue's invasion
with hers. We learned the flavor of each other's excitement.
  Another couple of seconds, and we would not have made it out of
the house. As it was, Sheryl's giggle was what broke us apart.
  "Don't you two have reservations?" Sheryl teased from the top
of the stairs.
  I considered asking Professor Ryan if he had considered using a
firmer hand on HIS Sibling.

          -----

  Doris Alex smiled as she sat down in the booth. It was at the
back of the restaurant and gave us a great deal of privacy. She
was overdressed so everyone's eyes followed as she walked by but
the darkness and enclosed nature of our table eased her
discomfort.
  She was animated around Siblings and downright shameless if she
was with a Brother. Anyone else got a more private face than even
I showed the world.
  The waiter welcomed us and asked for our drink order. I
extended my hand and he smiled nonchalantly feeling the bill I
palmed him. Doris Alex ordered a glass of white wine and I asked
for some seltzer water.
  He was very attentive when he returned with our drinks. I
leaned to the side and he put his ear close to me.
  "Make sure we're not disturbed, and I'll leave another as your
tip," I whispered.
  His eyes widened and he nodded firmly. An important real-life
lesson learned working the service side of the restaurant
business is the power of tipping generously.
  I did not know how to have a conversation with Doris Alex so we
kept it to little things while we ate. She was brilliant and I
had gotten into the habit of letting her lead conversations
whenever we talked. It made it easier not to seem stupid and,
quite frankly, a lot of times I learned something new. She
expected a role reversal now that I wore the ring and it took
close to an hour for me to adjust.
  We were sitting intimately close when I picked up her hand. She
was wearing her Sibling ring. Doris Alex was the Sibling I
noticed wearing it the most. Janet never seemed to have it on her
hand, and Melisa only wore it when we had sex.
  "I know how Melisa and Janet became Siblings. How about you?" I
asked.
  She slid closer to me and her green eyes, looking into mine,
closed off the rest of the world. I took her hand in my left and
dropped my right hand to her knee.
  "My mother and father are married Siblings," she said. "So you
could say it runs in the family."
  Her answer surprised me.
  My fingers drifted upwards. She opened her legs and I moved my
hand to the inside of her thigh.
  "Married to each other?" I asked playing my fingers on her soft
skin. I was glad she was not wearing stockings or pantyhose.
  She nodded and leaned towards me. Her eyes softened and she
opened her legs even wider.
  "How?" I asked. I felt the heat of her core; the temperature
rose the closer my fingers drifted to it.
  "Siblings have relationships with each other," she said.
  "Doesn't that interfere with being with a Brother?" I asked
moving my fingers closer to her heat.
  "You say that because you're comparing two Siblings together
with two Brothers together," she said.
  I nodded.
  "Brothers can't be together because both want dominance or
control. It's nothing like that with two Siblings, David," she
said. "I love Michael. Not like a lover but like someone that
completely understands me. I can tell him anything. When I have
sex with him, it's cozy, and warm. Kinda like falling asleep in
front of a fireplace."
  "What's it like with a Brother?"
  "I don't love you," she said staring at me.
  She reached down with her right hand and grabbed my wrist. She
pulled it towards her until I was touching the smooth satin of
her panties. I pushed against the cloth and her pussy wet the
material. She let go of me and put her hand on my shoulder near
my neck.
  "Siblings are with Brothers for different reasons. For Janet,
it's almost completely physical. She sees a Brother's ring and
her body turns on."
  "I didn't ask about Janet, Doris Alex," I said, "I asked what
it's like for you?"
  "I know," she replied, "but you need to understand how it can
be different for us. Janet, if she's around you, wants to be
naked and rubbing against you. For Sheryl, she loves Dr. Ryan and
loves everything he does to her; everything he 'makes' her do.
Michael, everyone expects him to be perfect, except Brothers."
  I nodded.
  "I worship you," she said suddenly.
  "What?" I exclaimed softly.
  "Like I'm a ten year old girl with the absolutely, most awesome
big brother in the world. A big brother that always plays with
me, no matter how silly the game is. One who doesn't care what
other people think about me tagging along behind him. He'd pound
the hell out any stupid boy that bothers me. He's proud that I'm
smart. A big brother that has always been there with a hug when I
was scared, or lonely, or hugged me just because I was his baby
sister."
  I nodded slowly.
  "Except I can give myself to you completely."
  Her eyes were burning so brightly I had to look away. I turned
back and she had banked them. I slipped my fingers underneath the
cloth and pushed her panties aside so I could explore her lips.
She put her leg on top of mine and moved even closer to my touch.
  "What about Melisa?" I asked, curious about a Sibling's take on
my First.
  "Remember, you told Melisa you knew you were going to be
together someday?" she asked me.
  I nodded.
  "Melisa can't imagine not being with you," she said.
  Her voice hitched as I ran a finger softly up and down her
clit.
  "She was a little over three years old when her father
assaulted her," she said.
  "Assaulted?"
  "Melisa says he hit her, but I talked to Ronald," she said.
"Her father was beating Melisa's mother when she got between
them. He backhanded her nearly across the room. He walked over to
where she lay stunned and kicked her. Melisa's mom stopped it by
breaking a cookie jar over his head. Her father was going to hurt
Melisa badly, David. Ronald spent the night holding Melisa in his
arms. Anytime, he tried to put her down she panicked."
  I slipped a finger inside her to the second knuckle. She closed
her eyes and applied pressure to it. I pulled my finger out and
moistened her clit with her juices. She grabbed my shirt in a
tight fist and bit her lip. I took my finger away and placed it
between her lips again.
  She took a deep breath before continuing. I needed her to give
me that moment; the description of what happened to my First
angered me. I was glad her father died in prison.
  It saved me the trouble.
  "I don't know what that did to her. I think she always blamed
her mom a little and can't let it go. Ronald was her entire
world, the ONLY person she trusted until she found your dossier.
I don't know what she feels for you: love, worship, or just need.
I do know when she was little, the Society was Ronald; now it's
you."
  She chuckled under her breath and shook her head.
  "What?" I asked.
  "It's just that Melisa is the only Sibling not born to us that
I've ever heard of not being indoctrinated."
  "Indoctrinated?" I asked freezing.
  "Relax, David," she whispered. "It's a Sibling thing, Brothers
have nothing to do with it."
  I was not relaxing.
  She realized it and grabbed the hand I had between her legs.
She straightened two of my fingers and penetrated herself with
them. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Her pussy
produced more lubricating moisture as she squeezed my fingers.
  She opened her eyes and stared at me.
  "To Siblings, an agonizing difference between Brothers and us
is that you don't really need Siblings. Maybe an individual
crested here and there, but as a whole we're not a requirement of
your existence."
  I pushed my fingers deeper into her.
  "Siblings were not a part of the Society until almost a
thousand years after it began. Only crested Siblings are trusted
with any responsibility to the Society and that only started a
couple of hundred years ago. Siblings like me know that the
Brothers can cut themselves off from us at any time."
  I nodded.
  It made sense, once she told me that Siblings were a later
addition to the Brotherhood. The Siblings intruding into the
Brotherhood must have been an interesting tale.
  "Purges have only involved Brothers and maybe a few crested
Siblings. Brothers have never gotten close to an absolute purge
but I've never met a Brother that would hesitate if it came. The
step before that is to dissociate completely from Siblings. We,
Siblings, have worked for a long time to prevent Brothers from
needing to take that step. Siblings will NOT be at fault if the
Society is exposed."
  She closed her eyes as I found the right spot on the roof of
her pussy. I wandered away from it, wanting her to continue. The
information from the Sibling perspective was eye opening.
  "Indoctrination is one of the ways we came up with."
  "There are others?" I asked.
  "It's simple things, like no Sibling uses the terms you do for
the Society. We've even considered not calling you Brothers," she
said with a smile. "Siblings are paired, like twins, most of the
time; the loyalty to each other is used to strengthen the loyalty
to the Society. A Sibling twin helps the indoctrination hold. No
Sibling accepts responsibility without a crest. I don't even know
how you get your money; it's how seriously I take that last one."
  "Melisa does," I said.
  "Melisa's different, plus no one doubts she'll wear your crest
soon after your training is over," she replied.
  "Why wasn't she indoctrinated?" I asked wanting to avoid that
subject of a crest for Melisa.
  "Joanne and Melisa's mother argued that indoctrination would
weaken her loyalty instead of strengthening her ties to the
Society. The decision was confirmed by the Council Siblings," she
said.
  "I don't understand."
  "You and her dad are Melisa's focus. She's more loyal to the
Society than a normal Sibling because you're both Brothers. It's
the life you choose and the one that will make you happy. She'll
defend it like a zealot. Bringing other Brothers into her inner
world would weaken her fanaticism."
  I was quiet for a minute.
  "How are Siblings indoctrinated?" I asked.
  "It's not mind control, or anything like that," she said with a
reassuring smile. "We're the ones that do most of the Sibling
recruiting. Like I said, Brothers don't need us so... Recruiting
a Sibling is about finding the right person, introducing them to
a Brother in the right way, and then another Brother and another.
Each new Brother reinforces the thing inside that makes her or
him a good Sibling."
  "You take advantage of weakness."
  "You can think of it that way if you want."
  "How do you think about it?"
  "It's a very easy step from 'you give me what I want and need'
to 'you ARE what I want and need.' I don't know why you weren't,
but Brothers are isolated when they're acknowledged. Siblings are
taken on a Brother mini-tour. Most of them don't even know
they're Siblings for months. They're loyalty to Brothers and the
Society is built step by step, eventually giving up Brothers is
worse than going cold turkey on any drug. Not to mention they
would also be giving up their Sibling twin."
  "None of the Siblings here have a twin," I said.
  She shook her head.
  "Janet, Michael, and I will either recruit our twins or be
introduced to them while we're here. Melisa doesn't need one."
  She shrugged.
  "Siblings are also much stricter about the rules than
Brothers."
  I smiled.
  I suspected that statement was untrue but it was probably
something even crested Siblings did not know.
  "We also use other people to camouflage our involvement with
Brothers. Relationships with other Siblings or with someone
outside the Society,"
  "Outside the Brotherhood?" I asked.
  "I can't imagine being with someone from outside, it's
disgusting," she said with a shiver.
  I did not think I should comment on that particular prejudice
while I was enjoying the benefit of having two fingers buried
deep inside her pussy; not to mention that I expected to have my
cock buried even deeper later that night.
  She laughed for a second. Her pussy squeezed and released my
fingers with her movement.
  "I don't think my mom and dad could've stayed married without
being Siblings. They argued all the time and sometimes it got
really bad. They loved each other but without a Brother to
arbitrate and make a decision both felt obligated to live with,
they would have broken up in their first year of marriage."
  She shook her head.
  "Some Siblings marry outside the Society. It just doesn't
interfere with being with a Brother; it's TOO different an
experience for most of us. I would never take a night with
Michael over one with any Brother."
  I nodded.
  "Why do you call me Doris Alex?" she asked.
  I blinked at the change in subject. She bore down on my fingers
with her pussy and I knew she was close. I leaned towards her and
kissed her neck. I pushed my fingers as deep into her as I could
get them. I brushed her ear with my lips.
  I was going to insist on no dessert, not an edible one anyway.
  "I wanted a name that only I called you," I whispered. Most
people would have called Doris Alex and I casual friends but even
before my ring I was only really comfortable around Siblings. I
understood that now, just like I understood that for the better
part of two years they had gravitated towards me and not the
other way around.
  She squeezed me with her pussy and drew her face away. She
stared at me for a long second before speaking.
  "Dr. Ryan calls me D," she whispered. "He's the only one."
  I smiled widely, pulled my fingers almost out of her, and drove
them hard into her warmth. Her eyes widened and she leaned into
me again. I kissed her neck softly and her pussy flooded.
  Doris Alex was divinely beautiful in the middle of an orgasm. I
pulled my fingers out of her when her body calmed and brought
them to my lips. She looked at me with burning eyes but this time
I did not look away.
  I was going to insist on bathing with her to find out how she
did it; she even tasted like rose dew.