Masters Ring Chapter 49 Tapping my fingers on the cafe table must have given my growing annoyance away. "Just call him," Sandra said to me making Doris Alex look up from her book. I wanted to ask Michael a very important question, but had been unable to find him. Missing him at the house in the morning surprised me; I did not think Michael knew how to get out of bed before noon. The cafe was the campus hub so I expected to catch him walking by at some point. Melissa pulled out her cell-phone and dialed. "Where are you?" she asked into it without breaking her homework rhythm. "David wants to talk you," she said biting her lip and scribbling in her notebook. "I don't know about what," she replied with annoyance. "Just get to the cafe!" "If David were angry, he would find you," Melisa said reasonably. There was a long hesitation before she spoke again. "Michael, stop babbling," she interrupted brusquely. "David is getting annoyed. He has a class in an hour; you do not. You've got ten minutes to get here or I'm going to send Doris Alex to drag you here." She hung the cell-phone up and put it back in her bag. "If you know he wants something, take care of it," Doris Alex instructed Sandra. Michael must have been nearby since he walked into the cafe a few minutes later. He dumped his bag beside the table and dragged a chair over. "May I order lunch, Princess of the Most High?" he asked Melisa with a sarcastic smile. Melisa looked at me; I tapped my fingers against the table. "Yes, you may," Melisa told Michael. Fifty-percent of the student body knew Michael on a first-name basis so he had five different conversations while getting his food. "Do you know everybody on campus?" Sandra asked him. "Only the ones, I wouldn't mind falling naked onto a bed with," he answered. "How do you have time for anything else?" Doris Alex asked exasperated. "Scheduling," he told her brightly. "Plus it's not that bad; there's only one or two new people a week. David has made my life a lot easier." "How did he do that?" Sandra asked curiously. "I don't mind being the vibrator one of you uses to relieve that little itch David causes in your nether regions," he said shrugging. "I swear that itch must be contagious." "We can't be that bad," Sandra told him. "Sarah-M and Sarah-D," Michael said with a smile. "Yeah?" "David was right," Michael said magnanimously. "Like chocolate on chocolate to a chocoholic." "I like chocolate," Sandra said brightly. "I can tell them that, but you'll owe me," Michael offered. "Why can't I tell them?" she asked. "Because four naked people is better than three naked people," he said to her. "Not as much fun as six though," she answered looking at me. "Six?" Michael asked me. "Sandra had a sleepover in her room," I told him. "It caused an incident this morning that I want to talk to you about." "Six?" Michael asked Sandra. "Luanne, Sarah-M, Sarah-D, Emily, David and me," Sandra said. "My bed was too small but sleeping bags made the floor comfortable enough." "I thought some of you didn't do it with David yet," Michael said confused. "Not yet," Sandra confirmed. "But Luanne and the Sarahs have no problem being mostly naked around him and playing with each other for his viewing pleasure. Emily gave David the hottest blowjob I have ever seen, and the night ended with him in my butt. Emily said Luanne had a nice little orgasm just from watching me completely lose it when David came inside me." "Five girls!" Michael exclaimed at me. "In the sorority house!" I shrugged. "And you didn't call me?" he asked in a high-pitched voice. "That is so selfish, David." "I'll make it up to you," I told him. "How are you going to do that?" he asked folding his arms petulantly. "Send you on Spring Break with them," I replied. "Big deal," he said pouting. "Doris Alex, David and I are going somewhere private for Break," Melisa said without looking up from her book. "Hey!" Michael said eagerly smiling at me. "I'm cool with that! I didn't like the frat's plan for this year's Break anyway." "One cock for five girls doesn't sound like fun to me," Sandra complained. "It was enough last night!" Michael pointed out. "Michael, you are not the one that causes that little itch you're so fond of," Sandra replied sticking her tongue out at him. "It's one of those resorts that costs an offensive amount of money to stay per night," Doris Alex consoled Sandra. "Michael will only be there to alleviate the boredom of a private beach, morning massages, fantastic food, etc." "Are you done yet?" I asked tapping the table again. Everyone nodded quickly. "Michael," I said. "You designed the new sorority house, right?" "Yep," he answered. "Took some work to get those girls to listen, too." "How did you manage that anyway?" Melisa asked curiously. "The sisters were set on picking their own design." "Hello, it's Michael," he said gesturing towards his chest. "I lied like me getting laid depended on it." "What did you tell them?" "I told them David wanted my design, and they could either take it or forget about a new chapter house," he answered. Melisa froze for a long time before setting her pen down carefully. She sat up straight and took a deep breath. "So that's what you look when you're pissed off," Michael said to Melisa. "Why did you do that, Michael?" Melisa asked calmly. "You didn't tell her?" Michael asked Doris Alex. "You're the one that bent the sorority over a barrel and slammed it into them," Doris Alex said pointing at him. "You agreed that it was the right thing to do!" Michael insisted. "They needed something hard shoved up their ass," Sandra agreed. "You should have told Melisa that you planned to use David's cock though." "Michael," Melisa interrupted. "I asked you a question! Why did you tell my sorority that David said 'Michael's design or no house'?" "Because YOUR sorority was letting Caroline steamroll them!" he snapped. "Explain," Melisa ordered. "Caroline was doing the loudest talking; actually, screeching is a better description," Michael said. "The sorority was going along with her ideas for the chapter house to shut her the fuck up." "So?" Melisa gritted out. "It would have been their choice." "It would have looked like the temple of Athena, white marble columns and all," Michael answered angrily. "Caroline originally didn't even have David's room in the design. After Luanne pointed that forgotten little detail out, Caroline put it in the basement." Melisa looked at the other women for confirmation. They nodded with pained expressions. "Ooooh! I like rage on you," Michael said in admiration. "It does wonderful things for your eyes." "Michael," Doris Alex warned. "Fuck you!" Michael protested loudly. "Melisa and you only cared that the sorority understood where the money came from and that they were properly grateful. Caroline's design was a fucking insult to David's generosity and your sisters were going along with it! It would have been the new campus joke, so fuck her, fuck you, and fuck any of your precious sisters that thinks I'm going to let that shit pass." "I don't think I've ever seen someone that angry," Sandra said pulling away from Melisa. "It's not like I didn't tell the sorority officers that I was lying, Melisa," Michael continued. "I don't think they liked the Vestal Virgins thing either, because they tripped over themselves to get behind my lie. Do you know how busy I've been at night since I bit the bullet for your sorority, Melisa? Caroline and you must be the only two sisters that don't know by now." My First stood up, shoved everything into her book bag, and stalked out of the cafe. "You see!" Michael said gesturing towards Melisa's back. "That's what I was trying to avoid, she's going to kill Caroline now." Sandra shrugged and took over Melisa's chair, which was closer to me. "Aren't you going to stop her?" Michael asked Doris Alex. "I did not appreciate the exclusion of David's room," Doris Alex answered sharply. "Nor putting it in the basement. You took care of it before I could step in." "Melisa is going to leave scars," Michael warned. "Caroline wasn't pretty to begin with," Doris Alex responded. "The scars might help." "They couldn't hurt," Sandra chimed in. "You're not going to stop her?" Michael asked me. "Melisa isn't going to kill anybody," I told him. "Caroline will have to learn to avoid Melisa; regardless, I have a bigger problem." "I can take care of that," Sandra said sexily. "Michael after we're done here, take Sandra to her room and keep her busy until I get out of class," I told him. "Aye-Aye, Sir," he said saluting me. "Now, can I finish?" I asked them. "What about me?" Doris Alex whispered. I sighed. "You can wait for me in Sandra's room, too." "Aye-Aye, Sir," she answered with a salute of her own. "Anyway," I continued. "I woke up in a sorority house this morning." "I like these kinds of stories," Michael interrupted, only to have Doris Alex slap his arm. "Let's try it again," I said with forced patience. "I woke up in a sorority house this morning. I had to use the bathroom." Michael waited for the rest while I stared at him. "I don't understand," he said looking at the girls. "What was the line to the bathroom like at our last party?" Sandra asked him. "But that was a party," Michael pointed out. "And this was an entire sorority trying to get ready in the morning," I told him. "Ouch!" "Tell me the Brother room in the new chapter house has its own bathroom," I instructed him. Michael laughed uproariously, barely managing to stay in his chair. "I told you, it doesn't matter, David," Sandra said to me. "Nobody would have minded if you used the bathroom with them. Most of the sisters would have volunteered to wash your back if you needed an extra hand in the shower." "Just tell him, Michael," Doris Alex said. "I'm sorry, David," Michael said regaining control. "What you call the Brother room isn't really a room. It's more of a suite." "I have a suite in a sorority house?" I asked Doris Alex pointedly. "I wanted a room," she replied pointing to Michael. "He got carried away again." "Why did you make it a suite?" I asked Michael. "I wasn't thrilled with the idea of a room to begin with." "You've had the need for a bathroom clearly illustrated," he said defensively. "I thought since there was already two rooms, why not add a third so that there's a place for the girls to hang out?" "Whatever, Michael" I said impatiently. "As long as there is a bathroom." "It's not really a bathroom, David," he said proudly. "Does it have a toilet and a shower?" I asked. "A toilet, bidet, shower... did I mention the hot tub?" "You stuck a hot tub in a sorority bathroom?" I asked him feeling the approach of annoyance again. "Your bathroom is the only one with the hot tub," Doris Alex clarified. "All the sisters know your room is off-limits if you're not there, or they don't have permission." "The bathroom alone is going to keep your room crowded when you're in the house," Michael told me. "I'm sure the bathroom is going to have a lot to do with naked women lounging in David's suite," Sandra said to Michael sarcastically. "Hmm..." I said thoughtfully. I understood Doris Alex's desire for a chapter of Siblings; it not only served to keep Siblings in, but to keep the world out. "What?" Doris Alex asked me. "You're the pledge master next year," I said. "Yes," she replied. "For this to work the way you want, the sisters should start getting used to my place in their collegiate life," I said. "The pledges won't know to question anything if it's a part of our sorority already," she said with a nod. "Caroline and her ilk graduate this semester; we'll only have sisters we care about or ones that look the other way." "Certain things will be easier in my house until your creche is fully populated," I told her. "Pledges won't wonder about spending so much time at the pledge master's house if other sisters spend time there also." "I think I like the sound of this," Michael announced leaning forward eagerly. "Nobody's been using the pool since Malia left," I said. "Tell the sisters, they can use it whenever they want. They can come into the house, but my room is off-limits." Michael stood up and clapped enthusiastically. ----- Stephanie went off the deep end that night. I walked into the house to find the remains of a green vase at the bottom of the stairs. Stephanie was screaming at the top of her lungs. Susan ran down the steps and past me crying while I decided whether I should go upstairs. I walked into the living room and opened my bedroom room to see Doris Alex and Melisa safely ensconced on my bed ignoring what was going on in the rest of the house. "Fuck!" Stephanie yelled from behind me. Closing the bedroom door, I turned around. "Now, that bitch won't sleep with me either!" she complained angrily. "This is your fucking fault, David!" "Susan?" I asked her. "Yeah!" "She's not a bitch," I said sitting down. "Then she was doing a good impression of one," Stephanie insisted. "Because she won't sleep with you anymore?" I asked. "Fuck yes!" "So then Melisa is a bitch," I stated. "You know that's not what I mean," Stephanie said quickly. "She doesn't sleep with you," I told her. "Neither does Doris Alex, so I guess you think she's a bitch too." "Melisa has been dreaming about your crest for years. Doris Alex is finally behaving like she's going to crest, David," Stephanie said. "Siblings always calm down at that time. They're focusing on each other and you." "Doris Alex still has sex with Michael," I pointed out. She grit her teeth and gave me an angry look. "It was nice talking to you, asshole!" she yelled before stomping out of the living room. The sound of things crashing into walls convinced me that I needed to make a call. Samantha arrived a couple of hours later. "What's up?" she asked me. "I'd like you to have a talk with, Stephanie," I replied. "About what?" she asked. "Just talk," I said and went into my room. I came out an hour later when the sound of things shattering stopped. I sat on the couch and waited for Samantha to come downstairs. "That Sibling is not salvageable," Samantha told me in a hard tone of voice as she walked into the living room. "We have different ideas of salvageable," I replied. "You need to take care of this problem permanently," she advised. "People don't have to tell me what I need to do," I said. "She is a danger to us, Brother," she bit off. "We will see," I answered. "Hopefully, your conversation did Stephanie some good." "I doubt it," she snapped. "I am going to suggest to the Council that you be ordered to kill her." "Make sure you're the one that brings me that order, Samantha," I said quietly. "I'm sure the Council will get the message when they're standing over your grave." She closed her eyes and bit her lip. "I apologize for that," she said softly. "I knew Stephanie before she was raped. She's different, David." "Maybe she is," I said to myself after Samantha left. "Maybe she is." ----- Things were quieter after that. Stephanie continued on a schedule of daily rampages, but limited them to late at night especially once the sorority sisters started coming over. Melisa did not want people in the pool whenever they felt like it so she set up an early morning and an afternoon time for the swimmers. She also allowed a couple of hours at night for recreational water and hang out time. The sorority understood my room was off-limits but treated the rest of my home like an adjunct to the chapter house as I intended. The living room became quite the hot spot especially among pledges. Sarah-M and Sarah-D were the unquestioned leaders of the pledge class and spent every hour that Melisa let them in the house. The Sarahs and one other pledge, Lee, discovered that they could stay the night if they spent it in Michael's room, which explained why he became such a homebody. Annoyingly even with the increased traffic, I still could not close my bedroom doors without causing panic unless there was a Sibling in the room with me. I considered testing the sorority's tolerance to get the Siblings to ease off on the idea of my doors staying open at all times by masturbating in plain sight on my bed. I gave up on the thought after the first skinny-dipping party. Michael nearly had a heart attack when he walked into the pool house to find all of the pledges and a couple of sisters in the middle of a wet, naked frolic. After a few days of house privileges, some of the girls jokingly complained about not getting to play with me. Luanne teased them by being more demonstrative about her David privileges whenever she could. I had gotten used to having the extra females around, but was surprised to find the Sarahs and Lee in the living room on Valentine's night. "Shouldn't you be out on hot dates?" I asked them. "Are you offering?" Sarah-D asked. "You're looking mighty fine, David," Lee said. "I would be tempted tonight." "You're already tempted, pledge," Doris Alex said walking into the living room with Melisa behind her. "Tonight, you'd do whatever David wanted." "Aouh!" Lee wolf-howled to nodding agreements from the Sarahs. Doris Alex and Melisa looked good enough for my dick to remind me about our thought on the accessorizing glow of a well-fucked Sibling. "So the two of you don't plan to leave us even a little piece of David for after?" Lee asked pouting. "I'll give you all the David you can handle, Lee," Melisa told her archly. "What do I get in return?" "I can be really nice to you," Lee offered winningly. "You'll have to be really nice to Melisa, Sandra, Emily, Luanne, the Sarahs, and me," Doris Alex said taking my hand. "Can you handle that?" "So it's a package deal," Lee asked with sexual curiosity in her voice. "It's a very nice package," Melisa said running her hand over my dick. "David doesn't ask for much in return either; and when he does, take my word for it, you're not going to have a problem paying up." "That's still a little steep," Lee negotiated. "Someone has to make sure no one takes advantage of him," Doris Alex told her. The Siblings led me towards the door but I stopped them to turn to the pledges. "You should head over to Michael's frat house," I told them. "I never liked the idea of a girl alone on Valentine's Day so I asked the brothers for a little favor just in case some of you weren't busy tonight." "Really?" Lee asked excitedly. "Dress nicely," I advised. "And tell any other sister or pledges that want to go out about it." Three cell-phones came out of bags immediately, and the pledges somehow beat Melisa, Doris Alex and I out the door. I had planned to call the Sarahs and have them make the announcement to the sorority, but Lee would make another good leader among the sisters. Doris Alex had not considered Lee as a candidate until Melisa's recreation time began acting as a filter. I smiled as I held the limo door open for my dates. By coincidence, that had been exposed as not a coincidence at all, I spent my previous two Valentine Days in the company of the two Siblings I was taking out that night. Melisa never showed a modicum of interest in guys so I did not think it unnatural when I ran into her on my freshman year Valentine's Day. I asked her out thinking she might feel a little lonely, and a meal with a friend would make the day end faster. I did not expect her to show up with Doris Alex in tow after going to get ready. The Campus Goddess not having a date on V-Day should have clued me in on the set-up. Before I got my black ring, Doris Alex stayed outside of personal information space with me so I put it down to a badly timed break-up with one of her plentiful worshippers. Sophomore year, the girls talked about 'our' Valentine's Day plans as if it were an established tradition that none of us dared violate. I did not argue the assumption that they had to spend the day with me. I planned our first Valentine's Day as Brother and Siblings carefully, only to see the girls dash my plans right away. They ignored the champagne and strawberries in the limo to spend the ride up to the restaurant giving me a show of how close they had gotten over the last month. The valet smiled as the girls rearranged their clothes when they stepped out of the limo; he must have thought I had something to do with it. The driver gave me a cell number to call when we were ready and I followed the girls inside. Recognizing me, the hostess raised her eyebrows at the two women out on V-day with an ex-busboy. Most of the people in the restaurant turned to follow Melisa and Doris Alex as they walked in front of me to the table. I pulled the chairs out for them and took my own seat. "Are you okay?" Melisa asked when I was quiet for a minute. "I was thinking that I had a lot of fun last year," I told her. "Junk food, sleeping bags and bad movies; it was fun." "What's this year?" Doris Alex asked. "Good food, kisses, and both of you are mine," I told her. "That's not fun," Melisa asked smiling. "No," I told her honestly. "That's very serious." "Do you prefer the fun?" she asked staring at me. "Last year, you weren't mine," I said opening my menu. "That part wasn't fun." The waitress took our orders efficiently and the girls talked between themselves as I stared out the window. Their growing intimacy was plainly visible; I did not want to interfere with it so I stayed out of their conversation. "Hey, David," someone said coming to stand over. "What's up, man?" I asked the bartender. "How you been?" he asked shaking my hand. "I've been okay," I told him. "How about you?" "Still here," he answered with a shrug. "Have you heard from Marie?" I looked at Doris Alex. "Marie's doing fine," she told him. "Her company is about to put her on a hectic travel schedule, but she is planning to visit soon." "Good to hear," he said. "If you get wind of another job like that, keep me in mind, Dave." I nodded trying not to grimace at his shortening my name. A few people stopped by the table trying to get more details about Marie; Doris Alex and Melisa fielded the questions, for which I was grateful. The girls loved the food and over desert whispered about some very wicked things they were going to do to each other later. The limo ride back was better than the ride up. The Siblings had taken off their panties in the restaurant bathroom, and were eager to keep my fingers wet. I thought I was in for the best V-Day of my life. The girls ran into the house when the limo stopped to drop us off, but I waited to tip the driver before going inside. They were waiting for me by the bottom of the stairs. "Good night, Brother," Doris Alex said kissing me and heading up the stairs. "Good night," Melisa said after kissing me too. I watched as she chased Doris Alex up the stairs. The living room was empty, but my bedroom was not. I smiled not surprised any more by Sibling planning. The bait and switch had been performed to perfection; Doris Alex and Melisa were a formidable working partnership. Sandra was waiting on my bed. "Have you eaten?" I asked her. "What?" she asked sitting up confused. "Have you eaten?" I repeated. "David," she said with a serious look. "I'm on your bed wearing a wisp of red." "I noticed," I said admiring her efforts. Sandra wore a transparent red baby-doll teddy that put the excited state of her nipples on display. A breath of cloth was the only accurate description I could imagine for the matching panties. The lingerie accented her curves, but obscured what I really wanted. "You're not going to do something about it?" Sandra asked raising her voice. "Sandra," I said calmly. "I opened my home to your sorority, but my room is off-limits." "I know," she said getting on her knees and approaching the edge of the bed. She reached out to grab my shirt and pulled me closer. "It's not true though," she said undoing the top button. "What isn't true?" "This room isn't off-limits to everyone, is it?" she asked while undoing the next button. "There are rules if you want to be allowed in here," I told her. "You know those rules." "Do you know how I felt when you paid off my student loans?" she asked when she finished with the buttons and pulled the shirt out of my pants. "How did you feel, Sandra?" "Like all I would ever have to worry about was taking care of you," she said pulling my belt out of the pant loops and throwing it aside. "Not even the big worries about you either, Melisa and Doris do that. I'm now one of those girls I see that hit the birth lottery with rich parents." "It's not that easy, Sandra," I warned her. "What are you going to do, David?" she asked opening my pants. "Fuck my pussy raw?" "That's why I asked if you ate," I told her. "It's going to be a long night." "You see what I mean, David," she said. "I'm throwing myself at you, and your first thought is to make sure I'm taken care of." "It wasn't my first thought, not even my second," I admitted. "But you're going to need your energy, Sandra." "Good," she said reaching into my underwear. "I want you to keep fucking me tonight until your dick is completely satisfied and can't get hard again." She pushed my underwear and pants down until they slipped down my legs so I could step out of them. Sandra's hands stroked my dick slowly as if the motion mesmerized her. "Caroline said I was degrading myself with you," she said staring into my eyes. "She has never done an hour of work and she tells me letting you touch me is degrading." "A lot of people would think that, Sandra," I told her. "I've worked in strip clubs, David," she whispered. She reached underneath to cup my ball sack gently. "She has no right to talk to me about degrading! You have never made me feel like the guys in those shitholes did," she said angrily. "Melisa and Doris got you all kinds of horny; but I look into your eyes, and all I see is that you want me." "I've wanted you for a while," I told her. "When I wake up tomorrow morning, I want to feel properly degraded, David," she told me seriously. "I want my body to affirm that when you say 'off-limits', you're not talking about me. I want to know that I'm never going to have set foot into one of those fucking clubs again!" Her eyes were intense as she squeezed her lower body in reaction to her words. I reached down and grabbed the back of her thighs pulling on them to signal what I wanted. Sandra got on her back, moving her ass to the edge of the mattress, and opening her legs to accept me between them. I reached down and pushed the panties aside as Sandra grabbed my dick. She pulled me towards her trying to place me so that I could take her with a single thrust. Melisa and Doris Alex had pushed me close to the edge so I chose to enter Sandra slowly instead. When my dick was deep enough that I would not slip out, Sandra took over the duty of holding her panties to the side. I grabbed her legs and pushed them down to open her body for my penetration. My hips moved back and slowly forward as I enjoyed the one thing Sandra had held back from me. The inside of my hips touched her body so I came to a halt. "No," she whispered and pumped her hips up hard to sink me deeper. "There!" I stroked backward slowly enjoying the feeling of need surrounding me. "Please, David," Sandra begged when I held the upper position for too long. My weight dropped suddenly pushing me into the depths of her pussy. "YES!" she grunted arching her back. "Oh fuck!" Sandra convulsed hard and let go of her panties to grab her breasts. She relaxed, and then arched her back violently while squeezing her breasts. I pulled back and stroked in hard. Sandra's breath exploded out as her body agreed with mine about that being the perfect thing to do. Sandra convulsed again and wriggled as an orgasm took her over. A step back pulled my dick out of her warmth; her head came up so she could look at me. Sandra's eyes did not question my action; she was mine to lead. I put my hands on the waist of her panties and pulled them up. Sandra straightened her legs to let me take them off. I took another step back and she slithered off the bed to her knees. She put her hands on my thighs, opened her mouth, and drank my cock in. Her eyes closed blissfully as she tasted her pleasure. Sandra not only looked like a porn star, she fucked like one; a lot of moaning, groaning, and working through a script of positions. After she got back on the bed, we started with missionary, changed to cowgirl normal then reverse, I wanted her doggie style after that which she happily obliged, and we finished with Sandra lying on her stomach. She loved the different positions, but for our first time it served to hold my orgasm back. Sandra managed an orgasm with each new position while the change kicked mine far enough back that she had time to cum and switch before I boiled over. She knew when it was too much for me. I was coming almost completely out and fucking into her as hard as I could. Sandra was biting my pillow, nearly ripping it open as a massive orgasm built inside her body in reaction to how far she had taken me. I pulled up and slammed down trying to fuck through her as my cock thickened. It felt like my life's blood was jetting into Sandra instead of semen. "JESUS!" Sandra screamed as heat poured into her. Sandra was serious about being fucked raw, and wanted me to stay on top of her until I hardened again. We did not change positions for our second fuck or the third. ----- I was awake when Doris Alex opened my bedroom door. She approached the bed slowly and smiled down at Sandra. "You're going to give our Brothers so much pleasure," Doris Alex whispered leaning down and kissing Sandra's hair. Doris Alex straightened and looked at me. "Samantha called," she said. "It's time." I was dressed and out of my bedroom in five minutes. Doris Alex and Melisa waited for me in the living room. My First kissed me before joining Sandra on my bed. "I'll drive you to the airport," Doris Alex told me. I nodded and followed her to the car. "Sandra's going to have to live in the house until she leaves for her indoctrination," she said as we pulled onto the highway. "There are enough rooms, but it will be better if she doesn't sleep alone for awhile." "Why?" I asked. "She has to stay in the house to get away from people like Caroline," she told me. "So you know what Caroline said to her," I said blankly. "Melisa didn't want anything to do with the house design because the sisters chose not to make you a part of their choice. Your First was very unhappy with everyone involved after what Michael told her. She chewed up the sorority officers and spit them out. Caroline wishes she had gotten off that easy," Doris Alex said with a smile. "Caroline isn't stupid enough to try Melisa for a second round, so she went after the Sibling candidates. It's not hard to figure out which sisters or pledges have our attention." "Caroline didn't go after you?" I asked smiling out the car window. "I've made it clear that I've been waiting for Caroline to give me a dirty look since I became a pledge," Doris Alex said viciously. "She is very lucky to be graduating this semester, I would have to do something about her if she didn't." I smiled wider and shook my head. "The fucking idiot went after the Sarahs first." "That's pointless," I snorted. "Exactly," Doris Alex replied happily. "Sarah-D explained very politely that she shared everything with Sarah-M, especially good dick. Sarah-M said that sadly no man had been able to deal with their desire to share equally. At that point, a table full of Michael's frat brothers volunteered to try the whole being shared thing. What the fuck made Caroline think the dining hall was a good place to pull that bullshit?" I shrugged in reply. "The conversation disintegrated when the Sarahs started arguing about who would get your dick inside them first," Doris Alex said. "Caroline should have learned her lesson, but instead she went after Emily in the chapter house lounge." "That must have been rough on Emily," I said. "You would think so," Doris Alex said with a nod. "There were plenty of sisters ready to jump in and defend her, but Emily sat there listening to everything Caroline had to say. The little bitch asked Caroline if she needed to borrow a vibrator because she seemed uptight." Doris Alex broke into laughter at the memory. "Caroline was so pissed off she lit into Sandra right away," Doris Alex said. "I think she really hurt Sandra." "She did," I said. "But it's okay." "No, it's not, David!" "You've been inside all your life, Doris Alex," I told her. "There isn't an opinion outside the Brotherhood that you give a fuck about. Sandra did care, but Caroline showed her even in a sisterhood you can't change the opinions of people who look down at you." "So?" Doris Alex asked. "Sandra only has to worry about my opinion of her now," I answered. "Soon, it will be other Brothers' opinions; but unlike Caroline we're naturally inclined to like Sandra." "Okay," Doris Alex said. "In that case, it's a good thing she's going to be staying in your home. Like I said, she shouldn't sleep alone, but it's very important that you give her every opportunity to be your pleasure." "Like with Alyssa?" I asked. "Yes," she replied. "If your dick is hinting at hardness, stick it in Sandra just in case." I shook my head at the image. "If that's how much attention a Sibling candidate requires, it's going to be rough when the time arrives for the others," I pointed out. "One of the others joining the house will make it easier," she told me. "They will be their own little group. We can give them a room because they will have someone to sleep with. Having someone else also reinforces your place in the world! You are a Brother, David; I want to be reminded of that every day. Believe me, candidates who've made their decision need it in their face constantly." "So not as much fucking when one of the others moves in," I said jokingly. "I was beginning to think that finally I would be able to compete with Michael in that arena." She pulled the car to the side of the road and turned to look at me. "David, any Sibling would relieve you; any time, any place, any way you want," she said in a deeply hurt voice. "Why do you still masturbate?"