Message-ID: <4152eli$9709151542@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: munster@eden.rutgers.edu (El Sol) Subject: A Master's ring {Part 12} Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Summary: maledom Keywords: maledom Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5v407i$p82@er6.rutgers.edu> Two reasons to mail me. a) I can't see my own a.s.s.m. posts for some goddamned reason so I always think the moderator is killing my posts. The only way I know it's been posted is if I get mail. I've stopped posting in the past to a.s.s.m. because I can't tell if am actually posting or just wasting my time. b) Stroking me makes me write faster. (teehee) A Master's Ring Part 12 Rape (b) ----It hurts when something is taken from you. It hurts more when you don't why it has.----------------------------------------------------- The house had been quiet since the meeting on Sunday. Melisa and Rachel had their heads together most of the time cutting me out of the bond that was forming between them. Sheryl spent most of her time with Jeremy. Anytime she had to spend in the house, she would walk around wrapped in blanket of silence as if it could give her security. The quiet extended from the house to Sheila. She had been right it would be tough for her, almost immediately I could feel the shift in the classroom. The people in it were watching us as if part of we had done could not be hidden, if even we had tried. She was also wrapped in herself looking for some kind of security. I waited. The package came on Wednesday night. Everything I needed was inside. Descriptions, good habits, bad habits, my equipment. There were a few sites where they could be taken; the apartment they shared had a ring of justice to it. The safest place though was obvious from even a cursory read. They had made it easy for me. The women were in the living room watching me as I read through the files. Sheryl wrapped in a blanket on the sofa looking around trying not to focus on me. Melisa sitting with her hands in her lap watching all of us. Rachel didn't know where to put her eyes, they traveled between me, the folder, Melisa, and Sheryl. I stood once I was done. It was clear how it would go down. How it could go wrong. I went into the room and brought out a small metal trash-can. They were watching me intently now. I walked over to the fire alarm and disconnected the batteries. I went into the kitchen and came back with lighter fluid. I separated as much of the contents of the folder as I could. I threw it all into the small trash can and empty the can of lighter fluid into. I could feel the eyes of the Siblings and Rachel follow my hands in every motion that I made. I pulled the matches I had put in my pocket from the kitchen, lit one and dropped it into the fluid. There was one burst of flame before the fire started feeding on the paper. I stood watching the paper blacken. They waited for me to say or do something more but I didn't. It would be a simple job but with a lot of uncontrolled factors that could go wrong. And everything that could go wrong would inevitably bring in someone uninvolved in this quarrel between these men and the Brothers. I walked into my room and closed the doors behind me. They stayed up a long time talking. I could not hear what they were saying only Rachel's angry voice being cut-off again and again by two quieter ones. She eventually ran out of anger and I could hear them cry. I knew the last few days had been tough for them. Rachel had Melisa and vice versa, and Sheryl had Jeremy. I had thoughts of the consequences, infinite chains of possibility. The package had shortened the number of chains but had made those that remained stronger. I waited. The people in class on Friday were surprised to walk in and find me waiting for the class to begin. No Rachel. No Melisa. Just me in a chair by the window watching people walk by beneath me. The class was an unusually quiet one. None of our group would participate and Jeremy's and Sheila's involvement with our group's emotional state was almost palpable. The class ended early. Rachel and Melisa almost ran out of the class. I watched them through the window. They rushed to wherever they were going. They never looked back. They never looked up. "Are you okay, David?" the concern in Jeremy's voice was undisguised. I turned to see him standing a short distance from me and beside him stood Sheila without the usual challenge singing through her body. I looked at her. We had not been together since our first time. I nodded to Jeremy and returned to watching Rachel and Melisa walk away from the building. "Are you going to need help?" Sheila took that step to cross the barrier between us. She reached up to put a hand on my arm. I looked down at it until she took it away. I looked up at her, I could see the hurt in her eyes, and did nothing about it. "It will be clean." I held back the "one way or the other". "Is everything taken care of?" Jeremy asked me. I nodded slowly. I could no longer see them out on the street. Maybe that had been the problem; Stephanie was in a place where the Brothers could not see her. I wanted to run out to catch up to the girls and keep them in sight. "One site?" Sheila asked. I turned around and started to the door. "It's all been dealt with." I said as I passed them. I had called Samantha that morning. She had given me the phone number of the Siblings who would be my eyes, and wheels on the job. I had talked to them also. They had understood their instructions and were on a flight down as I walked out of the classroom. The doorbell rang as I lay in my bed waiting that night for them to arrive. I heard a female voice shouting they had it. I waited patiently. I heard the living room doors slide open and footsteps approaching my doors. They opened and I heard more footsteps this time on the wood of my floor. I opened my eyes and looked to the side of my bed. Two women were looking down at me and I don't think I could have found a more mismatched set of females had I been trying. They were both attractive not enough to say that they would turn the head of every male, but in the way a canvas can be attractive to a painter for one and in the way that one particular woman can hurt a man at a gut level for the other. I could see what they could do to make themselves stop traffic. One was about 5'7 long brown hair, brown eyes. She had curves that I do not believe I could describe and give them justice. She wasn't motherearthly but it was as if every part of her was just that touch too much to make her symmetrical. Her hips an inch and half too wide for her height, her breasts D-cups, too big for the athleticism of the rest of her frame, and the hair too much and too thick for the air of competence that surrounded her. I looked at her partner. She was smiling at me as she watched me take in her opposite. That smile said "How can I compete with that?" She did though. If her partner was a touch too much, then she was just that right amount. She was stood a few inches shorter than the brunette. Her hair was straight black silk, where her opposite's hair went past her shoulders onto her back; this black wave stopped at a shoulder. She was Asian, and also carried herself with that athletic competence. She might have smirked at her partner's body's but she had nothing to be ashamed with symmetry so precise it would draw the eye. "Brother" they said in one voice. I nodded at them, sitting up on the bed. They stepped back to give me room. I saw their eyes travel around the room taking it all in. They moved to my bags as soon as they saw them, picked them up and filed out of the room. I followed behind. Sheryl was sitting down in the stairwell that led upstairs. She stood up as soon as she saw us. I smiled at her. She tried to smile back, but it was ruined by the cold stare she pointed up the stairwell. "They could have said goodbye." she turned back and told me as the two other Siblings walked out of the house and down to a car parked in front of the house. "It's okay." "No, it's not, Brother." the anger and her voice were rising in volume. I reached up and stroked her cheek. She turned into it and looked at me. I could see the beginning of tears. "She doesn't know, Sheryl." "She should. If anything goes wrong you won't be back." she said with a tightness that said she was close to edge because she knew what she said was true. "She won't see you again, and all she cares about is that her new playmate can't stand that you have to do this." I reached to run my thumb across her lips. "It's okay, Sibling. The choice in that was mine, wasn't it. Rachel has always been the one for me. This choice is mine too, and even Rachel can't compete with that." She looked at me, her eyes said she was hurting because I would not walk up the steps and say goodbye myself. She reached and gave me a hug. I returned it, to comfort her, I was already beyond needing comfort. I walked out to the open car door. The two Siblings were sitting in the front seat watching me as I approached. I didn't look back. I didn't look up. I opened the door, and folded myself inside. The Asian Sibling was in the driver's seat, she looked at me questioningly. I nodded. She started the engine and drove away from my home. It was an eight hour drive. We stopped a few places for food, and bathroom runs. They talked among themselves, nothing really important just conversation about this Brother or that one, hair, nails. It was obvious that they were a matched set. As different as they were physically from each other, everything inside seemed to be the same. Maybe if I were not sitting in the back quiet, unmoved by the area we passed, and unwillingly to be a part of the ride to our destiny. It would have been different, maybe they would have bickered about the radio station or who's turn it was to drive. But they were classical music playing in the background as you do work, undisturbing, touching the air with the beauty of everyday things. We arrived at the hotel we were using for our wait at about 1 am. They pulled my bags out of the trunks, each taking one. They handed the valet the keys, telling him that someone would come to pick it up as it was rental. They walked with me in their wake into the hotel lobby. It was large, obviously expensive in that subdued way only real quality can be. The staff watched us, with none of the curiosity that two attractive women carrying the bag of a not-so attractive man should draw. They watched us, but they hid their curiosity behind professionalism. We entered the elevator; they pressed the button for the last floor. I had gone beyond surprise at the luxury that was made available to a Brother whether it was needed or not. The elevator doors open to a small lobby leading to only one set of doors. We stepped out and I looked to the sides of the elevator. There was a fire door on the left side, it did not seemed to be alarmed at first glance. They walked up and carded the door to the room as I walked over and inspected the door beside the elevator. It didn't look alarmed upon closer inspection. I pushed it open and nothing except it opening happened. I pushed the latch on the door hinge in, locking the door into position. I walked down the steps and tested the door of the floor beneath us. It opened, again with no alarm sounding. I nodded to myself, and proceeded down the stairs until I reached the ground floor. I opened the door carefully and looked out. The door let out on the other side of the elevator banks. I would not have to cross the front desk if I came out this way. I looked around for a way out that would not involve anyone seeing us. I pushed the latch on the hinge to this door also and stepped into the lobby for a better look. It was not a fruitful search. We would be visible. There were no side or backdoors that were not alarmed. I could have easily disabled the alarms but the risk of discovery or someone undoing my damage before we returned was not worth it. I walked to the side of the lobby, and watched the movement patterns of the staff. We would be able to get out without being seen, if we followed the natural flow out traffic at a time we needed to leave, but the staff was too well positioned not to notice us coming in. I sighed to myself. We would have been better able to handle unforeseen circumstances with a private home, but the only ones available would have endangered members of the Society. We could have bought one for the situation, but that would have delayed us with added paperwork. The clean would have to be made in public. We would not be able to return to the hotel as a unit. I walked up to the front desk. "Hello, sir. Can I help you?" the desk girl said. She was pretty in that over made-up way. "The room on the top floor." I said. "The penthouse suite, sir?" she asked. "Yes, my.. friends. How long did they rent it for?" I asked. "Just until tomorrow morning, sir." She replied nonchalantly. I had been right they were watching us even if they hid it well, but then again it was their job. I reached into my backpocket and pulled out my wallet. I pulled the credit card I had been given from it. "Is it possible to use it until Friday?" I asked. "Yes, sir. We were told that might be a possibility." the smiled got brighter as she reached for the card. I nodded. It had been expected. "Yes, I wasn't sure for how long even now. But I'd rather not take the chance, even if I probably won't need it." I told her. She nodded as she started processing the information she needed. I wasn't trying to hide my trail. I was just trying to turn the attention of the curious onlooker. I didn't have time to make it a clean trail, but the way it had been set up only an unforeseen observer would be able to track us. Nothing was hidden from sight, so nothing drew attention, at least that's what I hoped. She smiled at me as she gave me back my card. The smile had slowly been improving in wattage as she did the paperwork. I figured the 'suite' was pretty expensive and the card clearing for a week's worth of it had made me more than not-attractive. I smiled at her, she wasn't my type anymore. "Here, you go sir." She was searching my face for a way to continue. I didn't give it to her. I turned around and walked to the elevators. They were sitting in the couch, waiting for me. They looked at me with curiosity as I walked inside. "We won't be able to come back here." I told them. They nodded in unison. "The clean will have to be open air. Both of you should be okay. So I will be the only one that actually needs another site." They nodded. I wondered if they knew what what they were doing or if they were just following my lead. The brunette pulled a map out of one of my bags. She opened it up on the table in front of her. I walked over and looked at it. She pointed to the site were the two would have to be done, then traced a fingernail down the street where the Asian Sibling would be waiting in the car, traced down to another street, and looked up at me. I nodded. "It's a homeless intersection." she said. I nodded. "There will be plenty of barrels to burn the clothes in. No one will really be paying attention, and no one wants to talk to cops if it comes to that." I nodded again. She traced the fingernail from the second site to a main highway intersection. I nodded for the final time. I didn't know who these two Siblings were except for what I knew in general from my experience with Siblings but they knew how to fulfill the requirements of a job if you were clear about what you wanted. I was beginning to see exactly how compentent everyone in the Society could be. "What time, Brother?" the Asian Sibling asked. I sat down on the table and looked at them again. "My name is David." I said simply. She smiled at me, "Kelly." I raised an eyebrow, I had been expecting something more exotic. The smile got wider as her own eyebrow went up. "Tiffany." the brunette interrupted our repoire. I turned to smile at her. She was looking between me and Kelly. I took that opportunity to make a more careful study of her body. If I could have designed a body for a female at the age of fourteen, I have no doubts this would have been the result. Probably the best description for her was at the edge between ripe and over-ripe, maybe lush. They were wearing identical outfits, jeans and white t-shirts but the things that her breasts were doing to the front of that t-shirt could distract a dead man. She took a very slow, deep breath expanding her ribcage and making her chest even more impressive; incredibly enough. I looked up at her, and smiled at her grab for my attention. I felt a hand slide onto my hip and onto my crotch feeling me through my own jeans. I looked down and saw Kelly on her knees at my side looking up at me as her hands continued their actions on my dick. It was my first experience with Siblings outside of the ones I had known before I became a Brother. Maybe because I had already known Melisa and Sheila I didn't notice the way they reacted to me. These two though seemed to be excited by my presence. I had seen them pass looks between each other that were competitive while at the same time said they would work together to be with me. It was a new experience for me to see two women so available even if they didn't know me. Tiffany arched back even more; reached down to her waist and pulled the t-shirt off. One quick movement. Kelly move around pushing me so I was sitting across from Tiffany. She moved in between my legs and started working on the buttons at my crotch. Tiffany had raised her hips from the couch, pointing herself at me, and was mirroring Kelly's unbuttoning with her own. Kelly reached behind me and moved her hands down my lower back, grabbing my jeans, she pushed up, I helped her by lifting my hips. She pulled the pants and underwear down my hips and legs. She stopped to take my shoes and socks off and then continued until I was naked from the waist down. She ran her hands on my thighs and to my stomach. There, she got up on her knees with her breast almost in my touching my crotch. She ran her hands underneath my shirt before she started unbuttoning it. Tiffany had taken off her pants by now, and was sitting watching me take in her body. She was wearing a sky blue bra, and panties the same color, cut high in the thigh. She was lying back running fingers on a very tight stomach. She ran a hand just underneath the waist of panties separating them from her skin with her fingers. I felt myself get harder than I already was. I was leaning back, not quite uncomfortable, but in a precarious position. Kelly made it even more so. She took a firm grip on the base of my dick and started to lick the underside of the head in slow sweeps of her tongue. She then started working her way down the body until she started attacking my scrotum with her tongue. Tiffany reached behind her back and undid the bra clasp. I saw the cups release their captive victims. It was the wrong the time for Kelly to take me into her mouth, because I lifted my hips in a gut reaction as Tiffany's breast dropped but not enough for breasts that size. Kelly moved her head up and took the thrust into her mouth with equanimity. Tiffany stretched her arms up taking the bra off, and flattening her breasts as much as she could. Her feet were on the floor so she finished the stretch by going up on her tip-toes. The motion had my eyes glued to her breasts until she finished it by raising her hips as high as they could go. I was looking right at sky-blue covered pussy. There was just a hint of a wet sheen in the crotch of her panties. She lowered her hips, and started watching Kelly's head move up and down on my dick as she played with her nipples. Kelly was the most practiced mouth I had ever had on my dick. She could not match Melisa for enthusiasm but she had technique and didn't need much of anything else. She moved up and down my dick, sometimes halfway, sometimes taking me three-quarters of the way down. She took the head of my dick in and out in rapid movement, only to take me until she had her nose in my pubic hair and hold me there. She would release me slowly, letting go almost a centimeter at a time; when she had me completely out of her mouth she would give my dick a thorough tongue massage. I was getting closer and closer to edge. I felt her tongue on my balls again, but Tiffany had again captured the whole of my attention. She had turned around on couch so she was facing away from me on her knees with her bountiful ass pointing at me. Her ass seemed to go along with the rest of her build. Her thighs were athletically proportioned but led to an ass that carried just that little too much cheek to go with the thickness of her legs. I enjoyed the sight even if I wanted to walk over and nibble on her ass for a few hours. She was gyrating her hips slowly, trying to keep my attention. Every now and then she would clench her ass muscles causing the growing wet spot in blue panties to wink at me. She reached back and lifted her panties and moved them so that more of the cloth was captured by the cleft between beautiful buttocks. It exposed more of the skin of her ass. She reached back with her other hand repeating the process on that side exposing even more skin. I was starting to pump into Kelly's mouth with more authority. Tiffany reached back between her legs and started rubbing at the wet spot in her panties. I grabbed Kelly's head and pushed it down, until I was completely in her mouth. I held her there for a long deep breath, before I pulled her completely off myself. She looked at me, her eyes asking what she had done wrong, I tapped one finger on her lip and then nodded my head towards Tiffany. Kelly turned her head to look at the ass that was at most a foot away from her face. Tiffany had continued her own ministrations on her body, and seemed to be getting closer and closer to orgasm. I stood up and removed her hand from her pussy. She looked over her shoulder at me. The next movement took me completely by surprise. She put her head on the back of the sofa, reached back, pulled her panties halfway down her thighs, then she dropped her lower back, raising her ass higher, completely opening herself up to me. The entire motion said take, take, take. I had only seen Melisa do something like that and it always got the same reaction from me, except this time. I reached down and cupped her pussy with my hand, I used the heel of my hand to rub up and down her labia. She arched even more. I thought I would hear something snap soon. I continued to play until I felt her stretching her thighs as far as she could with her panties holding them in place and begin to move her ass up and down to rub herself on my hand. I took my hand away. She grunted in frustration and turned back to look at me. I felt Kelly start to bite at the small of my back. They had learned their particular moves to perfection. I looked at Tiffany with my expression asking if she wanted to challenge me. She turned over and lay on her back. She looked up at me as brought her legs together and straightened them. She wiggled so that she could look at my face. She brought her legs back in that position, I was looking down at bare pussylips puffy in the desire to be filled. She reached down and grabbed her panties and brought them up and off her legs in a rolling motion, that moved her hips and pussy in interesting ways. I saw a hand reach between my legs and carefully spread Tiffany's pussy lips by running one finger between them from one side to the other. At her clit, it stopped and started moving in small tight circles. Tiffany moved down in the sofa to give the hand more area to play with but kept her legs locked in a position to keep me looking right down at her. I let Kelly use her hand on Tiffany for awhile, just long enough for that look I had learned to look for in Siblings to come over Tiffany's face. She had challenged, and I had learned that a number of them do it to some extent but control; my control, had to be accepted. She was looking up at me wanting me to lose control, but I jsut stood looking down at her. I smiled, still waiting. I had not learned to recognize it until Sheila. Melisa did not challenge me in that way, or maybe that one night that I had taught her not to keep things from me had given her enough assurance that she didn't have to do it again. It's always the same it seems. The Siblings don't fight you for control , they just challenge it, wanting to see if they can make you cross the line. When you don't, it's that moment maybe when they are happiest because if they can't move you nothing can. It's there that a Sibling's giving starts. I waited for Tiffany. These two were like one person in movement, and I knew if one gave the other would also. It wasn't as difficult as Sheila had been. I didn't expect it to be. I waited for her to give. She did finally, on the edge of orgasm, her eyes widened and the smile on her face changed. She wanted me, not a Brother, she wanted this Brother. I reached down and took Kelly's hand off of her. She looked up at me with no frustration at my actions this time. That's the biggest difference once they give themselves, they trust you to give them exactly what they want, maybe in time but they know if you make them wait it's only so that they'll enjoy it more. She looked up at me asking where we would go from there. I reached down and took her hand standing her up. She stood, put her arms around my neck, pushed herself so that my dick was rubbing her pubic hair and lower stomach. She was at uncomfortable height for me, being just that inch taller than me but I didn't mind as I reached around to cup wonderfully full buttocks and used that grip to bring her closer. I took control of her lips and she started to move her hips on me as my tongue investigated her mouth. I felt Kelly moving to sandwich me between two female bodies, she was running her hands over my ass, hips, and what she could reach of my thighs. She started kissing and nibbling on the skin of my upper back. I stopped kissing Tiffany and turned her towards the open door to the my left and patting her backside pushed her towards the bedroom. She went making every step say "I want more." I enjoyed the show. I waited until she entered the bedroom. She opened the door wide so that from my angle I could see the bed. She crawled up on the bed, keeping her ass wiggling for my attention. She lay down on her stomach and started drumming her feet on the bed playfully. I turned around to be face to face with Kelly. She never stopped nipping at whatever part of my skin she could reach. I put a hand under her chin and pulled her face up for a long kiss. I explored the inside of her mouth with my tongue while my hands explored any part of her body that I could reach. I brought my hands down and pulled the t-shirt out of her jeans, up her body and off. I reached down and started unbuttoning her jeans as I felt her running her nails on my hips. I got them undone; she moved one foot behind the other taking off her one shoe, and did the same with the other shoe. She then started doing that wiggle we all do to force loose jeans down our body. I moved back to give her space and the jeans fell down around her ankles. She stepped out of them and up to me, only to wrap her around my neck and try to bring me down for a kiss. I gave in to that demand reaching around to grab her ass and lift her off the floor. We kissed long enough to make our breathing deepen. I stopped us. We had all managed to get enough sleep during the drive to be far from exhaustion, but the added stress did not help. This was the first release I was getting, but I wanted it to last. I probably would not see these two again, and I wanted to enjoy everything they had to offer. I pulled away and she looked up at me waiting. I ran one hand on a tight abdomen before I turned her towards the bedroom door also and gave her a gentle push. I watched her run into the room and jump on Tiffany. I heard a squeal of surprise and watched as they started wrestling with each other. I walked over to the phone and dialed for room service. I ordered us a light fare and walked into the bedroom and sat on a chair by the door. They were still wrestling with each other. I understood the restless energy before a job. They're bodies said they had a good workout regimen and had not had an opportunity to use it the last day, or would for the next day at least. They were full of energy and nervous; the wrestling was how they dealt with it. Tiffany was easily heavier but Kelly was no slouch and was quicker. I enjoyed the restless energy they were releasing until Kelly looked at me from underneath Tiffany. The meaning of their wrestling changed when Tiffany felt the hesitation and looked over at me also. It got more competitive again, while at the same time more choreographed to get a reaction from me. It was doing exactly that. Kelly wasn't trying as hard as she was when I first walked in. It became obvious why as Tiffany got her on her stomach and pop the bra clasp. Kelly started fighting again once that was done, clearing the bra from her body to give herself more room. I had been told it would be awhile before the food got there so I got more comfortable and continued watching them. Kelly managed to get Tiffany on her back with her pussy pointed at me. Tiffany kept trying to dislodge Kelly by bucking her hips up. She planted her feet by her ass and pushed her ass completely off the bed and suspended Kelly in the air. Kelly squealed in surprise, and I hardened in reaction. My taste in women are particular; strong personalities, strong bodies, openly sexual. Tiffany had throughout the day shown me one, and now showed me the other two. Kelly wrapped her legs around Tiffany's waist and sat up putting all of her weight there. Tiffany held her long enough, to show me the strength in her legs, but she had gotten what she wanted. Kelly had to let go off her arms to sit up. Kelly's was holding on by Tiffany's palming Tiffany's breasts but it didn't seem to do anything more than excite Tiffany. I heard a gasp of exertion as Tiffany dropped her hips and used the added leverage of her arms to turn Kelly on her back. Kelly proved to be extremely tenacious and didn't let go of Tiffany with her legs. I started wishing I had skipped room service. Tiffany was up on her knees, with Kelly hanging on to her waist. Kelly had her shoulders pinned to the bed, but was keeping her back straight to keep Tiffany at a distance. They locked hands and it seemed to help Kelly by giving her added leverage. I sat up curiously wondering what would happen next. Tiffany started turning at the waist. They had their sides to me so I stood up and walked to the side of the bed to get a closer look. I looked down at Kelly; her eyes were closed and her mouth was just that slightly opened at the beginning of deep passion. I looked at Tiffany's waist; she had used the back and forth rotation to bring herself into contact with Kelly's panty covered crotch. She was now using the motion to create friction on Kelly's pussy. Kelly's started to move her hips up and down to add to the stimulation. I smiled at both them and went to sit down again. Tiffany kept up her stimulation of Kelly. Kelly's breathing started to get deeper, I had to take a few breaths myself for added control. Kelly slipped finally, and her legs let go of Tiffany's waist. Her ass fell on the bed, but Tiffany dropped her hand down to continue Kelly's stimulation. Kelly started gasping and settled into pleasured moans. Tiffany reached for Kelly's hips and pulled her panties off roughly. Kelly didn't fight her and even tried to help. I heard a professional knock on the door. I stood up and walked into the attached bathroom. Hanging on a stand in the bathroom were several bathrobes, I took one down and put it down. I walked back into the bedroom and took one more look. I didn't like the arrangement so I walked over to the bed, and put my hand on Tiffany's hip. While I was in the bathroom she had lowered her face into Kelly's pussy, and by the moaning that Kelly was doing was treating her the same way Kelly had tongued my balls. I pushed at Tiffany's hip and she shifted, moving Kelly's body to keep Kelly moaning. Kelly raised her legs and put them over Tiffany's shoulders. I walked around until I was looking down at Tiffany's ass, I reached down and pushed her knees in toward Kelly improving the pose even more. I made sure the bedroom room door was wide open and went to the entrance of the suite. I turned around and looked back I had a perfect view of Tiffany's beautiful ass wiggling in slow rhythm to Kelly's moans. I could see that she was obviously treating a woman with exquisite care. I smiled, I wanted to see why Edgardo had done this with a Sibling. I knew that it wasn't Edgardo's fault that Stephanie got hurt but I still wanted to see what the attraction was. I opened the door; inside, a deep smile broke out. A very strong moan came over my shoulder as Kelly hit a hard peak, and kept climbing. The room service guy was wheeling the cart in when the sound hit us. I saw his eyes widen as he recognized the sound. I opened the door and got out of his way. He looked at me, and seemed to notice the open door directly across from him. His forward momentum with the cart stopped as his attention became glued to the bedroom. He was young probably in college trying to work nights for spending money. His back got stiff and he blushed. I looked over into the bedroom and the Siblings were changing position they were doing it slow with the occasional look toward us to make sure we were riveted. We were, him to them, and me to all three of them. They didn't seem to mind, and I wondered if it was because it was something I wanted. I was getting much closer to accepting that that was it. It was no just that I wanted it, they wanted it too. It was one of the hardest things to learn about the pleasure of Sibling. It comes in stages. The clear dominance established by the Brother, being what he wants or part of what he wants, and fulfilling him. There were definite stages to this for a Brother also, but not so completely absorbing as it seemed to be with a Sibling. I wanted him to see them, and making sure I got everything I wanted out of the experience brought them a kind of pleasure I understood but only by analogy. I felt it something like it when I saw them hit peak and kept them there. When I brought orgasm upon orgasm onto Sheila and she cried in pleasure and surrender, every orgasm brought me a pleasure that a Sibling only seemed to be able to get from giving a Brother. I walked over to my discarded pants and pulled my wallet out slowly, I saw the kid move slightly to his left to get a clear view past me. I looked out of the corner of my eyes into the bedroom, Tiffany was on the bottom with Kelly on top of her, Kelly's ass was pointed towards us and so was Tiffany's pussy. They seemed to be kissing but I couldn't see from my position. I could see restless wriggling, movement back and forth, and their trying to rub pubic mounds together. I pulled a hundred out of the wallet knowing it was too much for the fruit bowl, and juices but feeling he had been teased so deserved something for being the guinea pig in my experiment. I had found the attraction to having what the Brothers have and having someone see it where you can say "It's mine." Somewhat childish, but there was something there that had me hard and wanting this guy out of the room so I could join the Siblings. I walked over, keeping myself from obstructing his view. He deserved that much too. I handed him the money; he took it mechanically and started backing out of the room. When he was in the hallway and I started closing the door, he gave me the smile men give when they're envious but not jealous of what you have. I smiled back at him, and finished closing the door. I had made a good choice in getting nothing that we had to eat right away. I dropped the robe as I walked back to the bedroom. They were still kissing each other with hands caressing everything they could reach. I knelt on the bed and walked on my knees to Kelly's ass. I pushed her hips forward a bit so I could have access to Tiffany also. I put my hand on the small of Kelly's back, took my dick in my other hand and put myself just inside the window of her pussy. I held that position with the tip of my dick just splitting her lips, holding her open enough to accept penetration in one swift thrust. I put my hands on either side of her hips and pulled her back impaling her in that thrust I had prepared her for. She gasped into Tiffany's mouth, let go of the kiss only to gasp again as I ground my hips into her. I pulled completely out, pushing her hips forward and reached down to pull Tiffany's hips into position for me. I dropped straight down into her and hit bottom in one solid movement. She didn't have the benefit of Kelly's mouth to muffle the near scream of pleasure as she was fully penetrated. I pulled completely out of her also; reached for Kelly's hips she met me half way, having figured out what I wanted to do. She pushed back as soon as my dick touched her and embedded me in her. I pulled out almost completely and Kelly seemed to think that was it, so was extremely surprised when my hands tightened on her hips and pulled her back thrusting me inside violently. This time her scream was one of unadulterated pleasure, the thrust had caught her completely by surprise and pushed her over the edge she had been teetering on for awhile now. I held myself inside her as she her body went through convulsions of pleasure. She put her head down on Tiffany's shoulder so I let myself pull out of her, and pushed her body up along Tiffany's body to give me more room. I grabbed Tiffany's legs, she had inspired the next movement. I put her knees together locking her thighs in place, I pushed her knees down this time on top of Kelly's ass. I don't think that Tiffany noticed what I was doing beyond the expectation of my being inside her soon. I put myself at her pussy and in one smooth thrust entered her fully. Her legs came back to rest on one shoulder, as I pulled back and thrust inside her again. Kelly got off Tiffany and rolled to the side watching us with half-open eyes. It was not that I prefered Tiffany to Kelly. Kelly was an attractive Sibling, but Tiffany's body-type had been the object of many fruitless teenage fantasies. I remembered the first time I understood women, men, and sex. I was on a bus going to the beach and a woman just like Tiffany had gotten on the bus. She was too full in every spot that a woman is a woman. My jaw dropped and I stared with eyes glazed. I got hard between the swift intake of breath and the shattering of boyhood pleasures. I wanted this woman so bad in that one instant that my dick was aching with need. I watched her. She smiled down at me and so did almost everyone in the front of the bus that had heard the painful wheezing of air struggling to get into my lungs. I watched her. As she walked up to me, and then past me. I barely noticed everyone else except as a indistinct presenses that my senses had to waste important processes to take in when they could just be taken her in. I watched her. As she walked to the back of the bus, her hips saying "This is woman." I watched her walk into every fantasy, I had for the next three years. I took Tiffany, finally fulfilling a lot of fantasies. I pulled out and thrust back in hard. I pulled out slowly, I wanted to give her pleasure equal to mine, more than mine. I screwed back inside her slowly. I heard her moan, as she tried to push up with her hips to get me in quicker. I pulled back in reaction as her hips dropped I followed when she hit bottom, I kept thrusting down, until I did too. I sat back a bit, taking one leg over to the other shoulder. I didn't want to wait anymore, I didn't think she did either. I started an insane rhythm in and out of her on a bare thread of control, but that thread was enough. I felt every wet dream, every masturbation I had in those three years come back to hit me. I don't know how I didn't go over the edge, but every thrust into her only held me on that thread. I felt her legs drop onto my arms, I stopped; with myself seated completely inside her and held myself there as I brought my arms around her legs. She immediately took a tight grip on my waist with her legs squeezing to keep me going. I didn't, she started to tighten her grip, I smiled down at her. She smiled back not in challenge but on the edge of completion. She used her grip on my waist to grind herself on my hips. I let her. It felt good, keeping me on the edge but not pushing. I reached down and took a nipple from one of her equally incredible breasts in one strong suckling. She groaned, and grinded herself harder. I treated the other breast the same way. It was better than every fantasy I had ever had. She was using me, screwing my hips to finish her orgasm. I felt it hit. She became warm around my dick, wetter and then she screamed in release as her hips dropped. She started one slow undulating convulsion and at the end of it. I started pumping hard again. I felt her hands on my abdomen pushing, trying to stop me, but I wouldn't. The convulsions hit her again and she arched her back somewhat in protest of my forced extension of her orgasm and in acceptance of every added ounce of pleasure I was forcing into her. I kept going until she couldn't do more than trying to accept pleasure in mindless abandon. I hit my wall, and broke through it. I came into her in one last brutal thrust. She must have felt me come, probably because I bit into her shoulder to the point of marking her. She didn't protest, she just started a slow grind of her hips, milking my dick forcing more pleasure out of my orgasm. I felt Kelly's hand stroking my back, to bring me back down. Tiffany was just lying beneath me, holding my weight with her body, relaxing beneath me. I pulled out and collapsed on the opposite side from Kelly. I lay there staring at the ceiling for a moment. I heard Kelly get out of the bed. Tiffany rolled onto her side and cuddled up to my side, resting her head on my shoulder. I continued staring at the ceiling. I had felt something inside me release and I wanted to study it. Kelly rolled the service cart inside the bedroom and started filling glasses and throwing grapes at us. Tiffany let it go until one landed near my dick. She picked it up,ran it along my softened penis, and popped into her mouth. Kelly laughed and brought the fruit bowl over to the bed. She started doing the same thing with our combined liquids. Somewhere deep inside, I found it funny but I was thinking about other things. I understood the relief I had felt. Something was happening with Melisa, she was distancing herself from me. My problem was that a part of me identified the Sibling with Melisa, having her distance herself put me in a position where it felt like every Sibling was doing it. It was irrational but there it was. I had made a mistake tying her with my being Brother, and my relationship with the Siblings as a Brother. I didn't know what would happen but it didn't change who I was now. I reached down for a fruit, Kelly put an apple in my hand and went back to playing with me, Tiffany and the fruit. Sometime after the apple, I fell asleep. A Master's Ring Part 12 Rape (b) ----It hurts when something is taken from you. It hurts more when you don't why it has.----------------------------------------------------- The house had been quiet since the meeting on Sunday. Melisa and Rachel had their heads together most of the time cutting me out of the bond that was forming between them. Sheryl spent most of her time with Jeremy. Anytime she had to spend in the house, she would walk around wrapped in blanket of silence as if it could give her security. The quiet extended from the house to Sheila. She had been right it would be tough for her, almost immediately I could feel the shift in the classroom. The people in it were watching us as if part of we had done could not be hidden, if even we had tried. She was also wrapped in herself looking for some kind of security. I waited. The package came on Wednesday night. Everything I needed was inside. Descriptions, good habits, bad habits, my equipment. There were a few sites where they could be taken; the apartment they shared had a ring of justice to it. The safest place though was obvious from even a cursory read. They had made it easy for me. The women were in the living room watching me as I read through the files. Sheryl wrapped in a blanket on the sofa looking around trying not to focus on me. Melisa sitting with her hands in her lap watching all of us. Rachel didn't know where to put her eyes, they traveled between me, the folder, Melisa, and Sheryl. I stood once I was done. It was clear how it would go down. How it could go wrong. I went into the room and brought out a small metal trash-can. They were watching me intently now. I walked over to the fire alarm and disconnected the batteries. I went into the kitchen and came back with lighter fluid. I separated as much of the contents of the folder as I could. I threw it all into the small trash can and empty the can of lighter fluid into. I could feel the eyes of the Siblings and Rachel follow my hands in every motion that I made. I pulled the matches I had put in my pocket from the kitchen, lit one and dropped it into the fluid. There was one burst of flame before the fire started feeding on the paper. I stood watching the paper blacken. They waited for me to say or do something more but I didn't. It would be a simple job but with a lot of uncontrolled factors that could go wrong. And everything that could go wrong would inevitably bring in someone uninvolved in this quarrel between these men and the Brothers. I walked into my room and closed the doors behind me. They stayed up a long time talking. I could not hear what they were saying only Rachel's angry voice being cut-off again and again by two quieter ones. She eventually ran out of anger and I could hear them cry. I knew the last few days had been tough for them. Rachel had Melisa and vice versa, and Sheryl had Jeremy. I had thoughts of the consequences, infinite chains of possibility. The package had shortened the number of chains but had made those that remained stronger. I waited. The people in class on Friday were surprised to walk in and find me waiting for the class to begin. No Rachel. No Melisa. Just me in a chair by the window watching people walk by beneath me. The class was an unusually quiet one. None of our group would participate and Jeremy's and Sheila's involvement with our group's emotional state was almost palpable. The class ended early. Rachel and Melisa almost ran out of the class. I watched them through the window. They rushed to wherever they were going. They never looked back. They never looked up. "Are you okay, David?" the concern in Jeremy's voice was undisguised. I turned to see him standing a short distance from me and beside him stood Sheila without the usual challenge singing through her body. I looked at her. We had not been together since our first time. I nodded to Jeremy and returned to watching Rachel and Melisa walk away from the building. "Are you going to need help?" Sheila took that step to cross the barrier between us. She reached up to put a hand on my arm. I looked down at it until she took it away. I looked up at her, I could see the hurt in her eyes, and did nothing about it. "It will be clean." I held back the "one way or the other". "Is everything taken care of?" Jeremy asked me. I nodded slowly. I could no longer see them out on the street. Maybe that had been the problem; Stephanie was in a place where the Brothers could not see her. I wanted to run out to catch up to the girls and keep them in sight. "One site?" Sheila asked. I turned around and started to the door. "It's all been dealt with." I said as I passed them. I had called Samantha that morning. She had given me the phone number of the Siblings who would be my eyes, and wheels on the job. I had talked to them also. They had understood their instructions and were on a flight down as I walked out of the classroom. The doorbell rang as I lay in my bed waiting that night for them to arrive. I heard a female voice shouting they had it. I waited patiently. I heard the living room doors slide open and footsteps approaching my doors. They opened and I heard more footsteps this time on the wood of my floor. I opened my eyes and looked to the side of my bed. Two women were looking down at me and I don't think I could have found a more mismatched set of females had I been trying. They were both attractive not enough to say that they would turn the head of every male, but in the way a canvas can be attractive to a painter for one and in the way that one particular woman can hurt a man at a gut level for the other. I could see what they could do to make themselves stop traffic. One was about 5'7 long brown hair, brown eyes. She had curves that I do not believe I could describe and give them justice. She wasn't motherearthly but it was as if every part of her was just that touch too much to make her symmetrical. Her hips an inch and half too wide for her height, her breasts D-cups, too big for the athleticism of the rest of her frame, and the hair too much and too thick for the air of competence that surrounded her. I looked at her partner. She was smiling at me as she watched me take in her opposite. That smile said "How can I compete with that?" She did though. If her partner was a touch too much, then she was just that right amount. She was stood a few inches shorter than the brunette. Her hair was straight black silk, where her opposite's hair went past her shoulders onto her back; this black wave stopped at a shoulder. She was Asian, and also carried herself with that athletic competence. She might have smirked at her partner's body's but she had nothing to be ashamed with symmetry so precise it would draw the eye. "Brother" they said in one voice. I nodded at them, sitting up on the bed. They stepped back to give me room. I saw their eyes travel around the room taking it all in. They moved to my bags as soon as they saw them, picked them up and filed out of the room. I followed behind. Sheryl was sitting down in the stairwell that led upstairs. She stood up as soon as she saw us. I smiled at her. She tried to smile back, but it was ruined by the cold stare she pointed up the stairwell. "They could have said goodbye." she turned back and told me as the two other Siblings walked out of the house and down to a car parked in front of the house. "It's okay." "No, it's not, Brother." the anger and her voice were rising in volume. I reached up and stroked her cheek. She turned into it and looked at me. I could see the beginning of tears. "She doesn't know, Sheryl." "She should. If anything goes wrong you won't be back." she said with a tightness that said she was close to edge because she knew what she said was true. "She won't see you again, and all she cares about is that her new playmate can't stand that you have to do this." I reached to run my thumb across her lips. "It's okay, Sibling. The choice in that was mine, wasn't it. Rachel has always been the one for me. This choice is mine too, and even Rachel can't compete with that." She looked at me, her eyes said she was hurting because I would not walk up the steps and say goodbye myself. She reached and gave me a hug. I returned it, to comfort her, I was already beyond needing comfort. I walked out to the open car door. The two Siblings were sitting in the front seat watching me as I approached. I didn't look back. I didn't look up. I opened the door, and folded myself inside. The Asian Sibling was in the driver's seat, she looked at me questioningly. I nodded. She started the engine and drove away from my home. It was an eight hour drive. We stopped a few places for food, and bathroom runs. They talked among themselves, nothing really important just conversation about this Brother or that one, hair, nails. It was obvious that they were a matched set. As different as they were physically from each other, everything inside seemed to be the same. Maybe if I were not sitting in the back quiet, unmoved by the area we passed, and unwillingly to be a part of the ride to our destiny. It would have been different, maybe they would have bickered about the radio station or who's turn it was to drive. But they were classical music playing in the background as you do work, undisturbing, touching the air with the beauty of everyday things. We arrived at the hotel we were using for our wait at about 1 am. They pulled my bags out of the trunks, each taking one. They handed the valet the keys, telling him that someone would come to pick it up as it was rental. They walked with me in their wake into the hotel lobby. It was large, obviously expensive in that subdued way only real quality can be. The staff watched us, with none of the curiosity that two attractive women carrying the bag of a not-so attractive man should draw. They watched us, but they hid their curiosity behind professionalism. We entered the elevator; they pressed the button for the last floor. I had gone beyond surprise at the luxury that was made available to a Brother whether it was needed or not. The elevator doors open to a small lobby leading to only one set of doors. We stepped out and I looked to the sides of the elevator. There was a fire door on the left side, it did not seemed to be alarmed at first glance. They walked up and carded the door to the room as I walked over and inspected the door beside the elevator. It didn't look alarmed upon closer inspection. I pushed it open and nothing except it opening happened. I pushed the latch on the door hinge in, locking the door into position. I walked down the steps and tested the door of the floor beneath us. It opened, again with no alarm sounding. I nodded to myself, and proceeded down the stairs until I reached the ground floor. I opened the door carefully and looked out. The door let out on the other side of the elevator banks. I would not have to cross the front desk if I came out this way. I looked around for a way out that would not involve anyone seeing us. I pushed the latch on the hinge to this door also and stepped into the lobby for a better look. It was not a fruitful search. We would be visible. There were no side or backdoors that were not alarmed. I could have easily disabled the alarms but the risk of discovery or someone undoing my damage before we returned was not worth it. I walked to the side of the lobby, and watched the movement patterns of the staff. We would be able to get out without being seen, if we followed the natural flow out traffic at a time we needed to leave, but the staff was too well positioned not to notice us coming in. I sighed to myself. We would have been better able to handle unforeseen circumstances with a private home, but the only ones available would have endangered members of the Society. We could have bought one for the situation, but that would have delayed us with added paperwork. The clean would have to be made in public. We would not be able to return to the hotel as a unit. I walked up to the front desk. "Hello, sir. Can I help you?" the desk girl said. She was pretty in that over made-up way. "The room on the top floor." I said. "The penthouse suite, sir?" she asked. "Yes, my.. friends. How long did they rent it for?" I asked. "Just until tomorrow morning, sir." She replied nonchalantly. I had been right they were watching us even if they hid it well, but then again it was their job. I reached into my backpocket and pulled out my wallet. I pulled the credit card I had been given from it. "Is it possible to use it until Friday?" I asked. "Yes, sir. We were told that might be a possibility." the smiled got brighter as she reached for the card. I nodded. It had been expected. "Yes, I wasn't sure for how long even now. But I'd rather not take the chance, even if I probably won't need it." I told her. She nodded as she started processing the information she needed. I wasn't trying to hide my trail. I was just trying to turn the attention of the curious onlooker. I didn't have time to make it a clean trail, but the way it had been set up only an unforeseen observer would be able to track us. Nothing was hidden from sight, so nothing drew attention, at least that's what I hoped. She smiled at me as she gave me back my card. The smile had slowly been improving in wattage as she did the paperwork. I figured the 'suite' was pretty expensive and the card clearing for a week's worth of it had made me more than not-attractive. I smiled at her, she wasn't my type anymore. "Here, you go sir." She was searching my face for a way to continue. I didn't give it to her. I turned around and walked to the elevators. They were sitting in the couch, waiting for me. They looked at me with curiosity as I walked inside. "We won't be able to come back here." I told them. They nodded in unison. "The clean will have to be open air. Both of you should be okay. So I will be the only one that actually needs another site." They nodded. I wondered if they knew what what they were doing or if they were just following my lead. The brunette pulled a map out of one of my bags. She opened it up on the table in front of her. I walked over and looked at it. She pointed to the site were the two would have to be done, then traced a fingernail down the street where the Asian Sibling would be waiting in the car, traced down to another street, and looked up at me. I nodded. "It's a homeless intersection." she said. I nodded. "There will be plenty of barrels to burn the clothes in. No one will really be paying attention, and no one wants to talk to cops if it comes to that." I nodded again. She traced the fingernail from the second site to a main highway intersection. I nodded for the final time. I didn't know who these two Siblings were except for what I knew in general from my experience with Siblings but they knew how to fulfill the requirements of a job if you were clear about what you wanted. I was beginning to see exactly how compentent everyone in the Society could be. "What time, Brother?" the Asian Sibling asked. I sat down on the table and looked at them again. "My name is David." I said simply. She smiled at me, "Kelly." I raised an eyebrow, I had been expecting something more exotic. The smile got wider as her own eyebrow went up. "Tiffany." the brunette interrupted our repoire. I turned to smile at her. She was looking between me and Kelly. I took that opportunity to make a more careful study of her body. If I could have designed a body for a female at the age of fourteen, I have no doubts this would have been the result. Probably the best description for her was at the edge between ripe and over-ripe, maybe lush. They were wearing identical outfits, jeans and white t-shirts but the things that her breasts were doing to the front of that t-shirt could distract a dead man. She took a very slow, deep breath expanding her ribcage and making her chest even more impressive; incredibly enough. I looked up at her, and smiled at her grab for my attention. I felt a hand slide onto my hip and onto my crotch feeling me through my own jeans. I looked down and saw Kelly on her knees at my side looking up at me as her hands continued their actions on my dick. It was my first experience with Siblings outside of the ones I had known before I became a Brother. Maybe because I had already known Melisa and Sheila I didn't notice the way they reacted to me. These two though seemed to be excited by my presence. I had seen them pass looks between each other that were competitive while at the same time said they would work together to be with me. It was a new experience for me to see two women so available even if they didn't know me. Tiffany arched back even more; reached down to her waist and pulled the t-shirt off. One quick movement. Kelly move around pushing me so I was sitting across from Tiffany. She moved in between my legs and started working on the buttons at my crotch. Tiffany had raised her hips from the couch, pointing herself at me, and was mirroring Kelly's unbuttoning with her own. Kelly reached behind me and moved her hands down my lower back, grabbing my jeans, she pushed up, I helped her by lifting my hips. She pulled the pants and underwear down my hips and legs. She stopped to take my shoes and socks off and then continued until I was naked from the waist down. She ran her hands on my thighs and to my stomach. There, she got up on her knees with her breast almost in my touching my crotch. She ran her hands underneath my shirt before she started unbuttoning it. Tiffany had taken off her pants by now, and was sitting watching me take in her body. She was wearing a sky blue bra, and panties the same color, cut high in the thigh. She was lying back running fingers on a very tight stomach. She ran a hand just underneath the waist of panties separating them from her skin with her fingers. I felt myself get harder than I already was. I was leaning back, not quite uncomfortable, but in a precarious position. Kelly made it even more so. She took a firm grip on the base of my dick and started to lick the underside of the head in slow sweeps of her tongue. She then started working her way down the body until she started attacking my scrotum with her tongue. Tiffany reached behind her back and undid the bra clasp. I saw the cups release their captive victims. It was the wrong the time for Kelly to take me into her mouth, because I lifted my hips in a gut reaction as Tiffany's breast dropped but not enough for breasts that size. Kelly moved her head up and took the thrust into her mouth with equanimity. Tiffany stretched her arms up taking the bra off, and flattening her breasts as much as she could. Her feet were on the floor so she finished the stretch by going up on her tip-toes. The motion had my eyes glued to her breasts until she finished it by raising her hips as high as they could go. I was looking right at sky-blue covered pussy. There was just a hint of a wet sheen in the crotch of her panties. She lowered her hips, and started watching Kelly's head move up and down on my dick as she played with her nipples. Kelly was the most practiced mouth I had ever had on my dick. She could not match Melisa for enthusiasm but she had technique and didn't need much of anything else. She moved up and down my dick, sometimes halfway, sometimes taking me three-quarters of the way down. She took the head of my dick in and out in rapid movement, only to take me until she had her nose in my pubic hair and hold me there. She would release me slowly, letting go almost a centimeter at a time; when she had me completely out of her mouth she would give my dick a thorough tongue massage. I was getting closer and closer to edge. I felt her tongue on my balls again, but Tiffany had again captured the whole of my attention. She had turned around on couch so she was facing away from me on her knees with her bountiful ass pointing at me. Her ass seemed to go along with the rest of her build. Her thighs were athletically proportioned but led to an ass that carried just that little too much cheek to go with the thickness of her legs. I enjoyed the sight even if I wanted to walk over and nibble on her ass for a few hours. She was gyrating her hips slowly, trying to keep my attention. Every now and then she would clench her ass muscles causing the growing wet spot in blue panties to wink at me. She reached back and lifted her panties and moved them so that more of the cloth was captured by the cleft between beautiful buttocks. It exposed more of the skin of her ass. She reached back with her other hand repeating the process on that side exposing even more skin. I was starting to pump into Kelly's mouth with more authority. Tiffany reached back between her legs and started rubbing at the wet spot in her panties. I grabbed Kelly's head and pushed it down, until I was completely in her mouth. I held her there for a long deep breath, before I pulled her completely off myself. She looked at me, her eyes asking what she had done wrong, I tapped one finger on her lip and then nodded my head towards Tiffany. Kelly turned her head to look at the ass that was at most a foot away from her face. Tiffany had continued her own ministrations on her body, and seemed to be getting closer and closer to orgasm. I stood up and removed her hand from her pussy. She looked over her shoulder at me. The next movement took me completely by surprise. She put her head on the back of the sofa, reached back, pulled her panties halfway down her thighs, then she dropped her lower back, raising her ass higher, completely opening herself up to me. The entire motion said take, take, take. I had only seen Melisa do something like that and it always got the same reaction from me, except this time. I reached down and cupped her pussy with my hand, I used the heel of my hand to rub up and down her labia. She arched even more. I thought I would hear something snap soon. I continued to play until I felt her stretching her thighs as far as she could with her panties holding them in place and begin to move her ass up and down to rub herself on my hand. I took my hand away. She grunted in frustration and turned back to look at me. I felt Kelly start to bite at the small of my back. They had learned their particular moves to perfection. I looked at Tiffany with my expression asking if she wanted to challenge me. She turned over and lay on her back. She looked up at me as brought her legs together and straightened them. She wiggled so that she could look at my face. She brought her legs back in that position, I was looking down at bare pussylips puffy in the desire to be filled. She reached down and grabbed her panties and brought them up and off her legs in a rolling motion, that moved her hips and pussy in interesting ways. I saw a hand reach between my legs and carefully spread Tiffany's pussy lips by running one finger between them from one side to the other. At her clit, it stopped and started moving in small tight circles. Tiffany moved down in the sofa to give the hand more area to play with but kept her legs locked in a position to keep me looking right down at her. I let Kelly use her hand on Tiffany for awhile, just long enough for that look I had learned to look for in Siblings to come over Tiffany's face. She had challenged, and I had learned that a number of them do it to some extent but control; my control, had to be accepted. She was looking up at me wanting me to lose control, but I jsut stood looking down at her. I smiled, still waiting. I had not learned to recognize it until Sheila. Melisa did not challenge me in that way, or maybe that one night that I had taught her not to keep things from me had given her enough assurance that she didn't have to do it again. It's always the same it seems. The Siblings don't fight you for control , they just challenge it, wanting to see if they can make you cross the line. When you don't, it's that moment maybe when they are happiest because if they can't move you nothing can. It's there that a Sibling's giving starts. I waited for Tiffany. These two were like one person in movement, and I knew if one gave the other would also. It wasn't as difficult as Sheila had been. I didn't expect it to be. I waited for her to give. She did finally, on the edge of orgasm, her eyes widened and the smile on her face changed. She wanted me, not a Brother, she wanted this Brother. I reached down and took Kelly's hand off of her. She looked up at me with no frustration at my actions this time. That's the biggest difference once they give themselves, they trust you to give them exactly what they want, maybe in time but they know if you make them wait it's only so that they'll enjoy it more. She looked up at me asking where we would go from there. I reached down and took her hand standing her up. She stood, put her arms around my neck, pushed herself so that my dick was rubbing her pubic hair and lower stomach. She was at uncomfortable height for me, being just that inch taller than me but I didn't mind as I reached around to cup wonderfully full buttocks and used that grip to bring her closer. I took control of her lips and she started to move her hips on me as my tongue investigated her mouth. I felt Kelly moving to sandwich me between two female bodies, she was running her hands over my ass, hips, and what she could reach of my thighs. She started kissing and nibbling on the skin of my upper back. I stopped kissing Tiffany and turned her towards the open door to the my left and patting her backside pushed her towards the bedroom. She went making every step say "I want more." I enjoyed the show. I waited until she entered the bedroom. She opened the door wide so that from my angle I could see the bed. She crawled up on the bed, keeping her ass wiggling for my attention. She lay down on her stomach and started drumming her feet on the bed playfully. I turned around to be face to face with Kelly. She never stopped nipping at whatever part of my skin she could reach. I put a hand under her chin and pulled her face up for a long kiss. I explored the inside of her mouth with my tongue while my hands explored any part of her body that I could reach. I brought my hands down and pulled the t-shirt out of her jeans, up her body and off. I reached down and started unbuttoning her jeans as I felt her running her nails on my hips. I got them undone; she moved one foot behind the other taking off her one shoe, and did the same with the other shoe. She then started doing that wiggle we all do to force loose jeans down our body. I moved back to give her space and the jeans fell down around her ankles. She stepped out of them and up to me, only to wrap her around my neck and try to bring me down for a kiss. I gave in to that demand reaching around to grab her ass and lift her off the floor. We kissed long enough to make our breathing deepen. I stopped us. We had all managed to get enough sleep during the drive to be far from exhaustion, but the added stress did not help. This was the first release I was getting, but I wanted it to last. I probably would not see these two again, and I wanted to enjoy everything they had to offer. I pulled away and she looked up at me waiting. I ran one hand on a tight abdomen before I turned her towards the bedroom door also and gave her a gentle push. I watched her run into the room and jump on Tiffany. I heard a squeal of surprise and watched as they started wrestling with each other. I walked over to the phone and dialed for room service. I ordered us a light fare and walked into the bedroom and sat on a chair by the door. They were still wrestling with each other. I understood the restless energy before a job. They're bodies said they had a good workout regimen and had not had an opportunity to use it the last day, or would for the next day at least. They were full of energy and nervous; the wrestling was how they dealt with it. Tiffany was easily heavier but Kelly was no slouch and was quicker. I enjoyed the restless energy they were releasing until Kelly looked at me from underneath Tiffany. The meaning of their wrestling changed when Tiffany felt the hesitation and looked over at me also. It got more competitive again, while at the same time more choreographed to get a reaction from me. It was doing exactly that. Kelly wasn't trying as hard as she was when I first walked in. It became obvious why as Tiffany got her on her stomach and pop the bra clasp. Kelly started fighting again once that was done, clearing the bra from her body to give herself more room. I had been told it would be awhile before the food got there so I got more comfortable and continued watching them. Kelly managed to get Tiffany on her back with her pussy pointed at me. Tiffany kept trying to dislodge Kelly by bucking her hips up. She planted her feet by her ass and pushed her ass completely off the bed and suspended Kelly in the air. Kelly squealed in surprise, and I hardened in reaction. My taste in women are particular; strong personalities, strong bodies, openly sexual. Tiffany had throughout the day shown me one, and now showed me the other two. Kelly wrapped her legs around Tiffany's waist and sat up putting all of her weight there. Tiffany held her long enough, to show me the strength in her legs, but she had gotten what she wanted. Kelly had to let go off her arms to sit up. Kelly's was holding on by Tiffany's palming Tiffany's breasts but it didn't seem to do anything more than excite Tiffany. I heard a gasp of exertion as Tiffany dropped her hips and used the added leverage of her arms to turn Kelly on her back. Kelly proved to be extremely tenacious and didn't let go of Tiffany with her legs. I started wishing I had skipped room service. Tiffany was up on her knees, with Kelly hanging on to her waist. Kelly had her shoulders pinned to the bed, but was keeping her back straight to keep Tiffany at a distance. They locked hands and it seemed to help Kelly by giving her added leverage. I sat up curiously wondering what would happen next. Tiffany started turning at the waist. They had their sides to me so I stood up and walked to the side of the bed to get a closer look. I looked down at Kelly; her eyes were closed and her mouth was just that slightly opened at the beginning of deep passion. I looked at Tiffany's waist; she had used the back and forth rotation to bring herself into contact with Kelly's panty covered crotch. She was now using the motion to create friction on Kelly's pussy. Kelly's started to move her hips up and down to add to the stimulation. I smiled at both them and went to sit down again. Tiffany kept up her stimulation of Kelly. Kelly's breathing started to get deeper, I had to take a few breaths myself for added control. Kelly slipped finally, and her legs let go of Tiffany's waist. Her ass fell on the bed, but Tiffany dropped her hand down to continue Kelly's stimulation. Kelly started gasping and settled into pleasured moans. Tiffany reached for Kelly's hips and pulled her panties off roughly. Kelly didn't fight her and even tried to help. I heard a professional knock on the door. I stood up and walked into the attached bathroom. Hanging on a stand in the bathroom were several bathrobes, I took one down and put it down. I walked back into the bedroom and took one more look. I didn't like the arrangement so I walked over to the bed, and put my hand on Tiffany's hip. While I was in the bathroom she had lowered her face into Kelly's pussy, and by the moaning that Kelly was doing was treating her the same way Kelly had tongued my balls. I pushed at Tiffany's hip and she shifted, moving Kelly's body to keep Kelly moaning. Kelly raised her legs and put them over Tiffany's shoulders. I walked around until I was looking down at Tiffany's ass, I reached down and pushed her knees in toward Kelly improving the pose even more. I made sure the bedroom room door was wide open and went to the entrance of the suite. I turned around and looked back I had a perfect view of Tiffany's beautiful ass wiggling in slow rhythm to Kelly's moans. I could see that she was obviously treating a woman with exquisite care. I smiled, I wanted to see why Edgardo had done this with a Sibling. I knew that it wasn't Edgardo's fault that Stephanie got hurt but I still wanted to see what the attraction was. I opened the door; inside, a deep smile broke out. A very strong moan came over my shoulder as Kelly hit a hard peak, and kept climbing. The room service guy was wheeling the cart in when the sound hit us. I saw his eyes widen as he recognized the sound. I opened the door and got out of his way. He looked at me, and seemed to notice the open door directly across from him. His forward momentum with the cart stopped as his attention became glued to the bedroom. He was young probably in college trying to work nights for spending money. His back got stiff and he blushed. I looked over into the bedroom and the Siblings were changing position they were doing it slow with the occasional look toward us to make sure we were riveted. We were, him to them, and me to all three of them. They didn't seem to mind, and I wondered if it was because it was something I wanted. I was getting much closer to accepting that that was it. It was no just that I wanted it, they wanted it too. It was one of the hardest things to learn about the pleasure of Sibling. It comes in stages. The clear dominance established by the Brother, being what he wants or part of what he wants, and fulfilling him. There were definite stages to this for a Brother also, but not so completely absorbing as it seemed to be with a Sibling. I wanted him to see them, and making sure I got everything I wanted out of the experience brought them a kind of pleasure I understood but only by analogy. I felt it something like it when I saw them hit peak and kept them there. When I brought orgasm upon orgasm onto Sheila and she cried in pleasure and surrender, every orgasm brought me a pleasure that a Sibling only seemed to be able to get from giving a Brother. I walked over to my discarded pants and pulled my wallet out slowly, I saw the kid move slightly to his left to get a clear view past me. I looked out of the corner of my eyes into the bedroom, Tiffany was on the bottom with Kelly on top of her, Kelly's ass was pointed towards us and so was Tiffany's pussy. They seemed to be kissing but I couldn't see from my position. I could see restless wriggling, movement back and forth, and their trying to rub pubic mounds together. I pulled a hundred out of the wallet knowing it was too much for the fruit bowl, and juices but feeling he had been teased so deserved something for being the guinea pig in my experiment. I had found the attraction to having what the Brothers have and having someone see it where you can say "It's mine." Somewhat childish, but there was something there that had me hard and wanting this guy out of the room so I could join the Siblings. I walked over, keeping myself from obstructing his view. He deserved that much too. I handed him the money; he took it mechanically and started backing out of the room. When he was in the hallway and I started closing the door, he gave me the smile men give when they're envious but not jealous of what you have. I smiled back at him, and finished closing the door. I had made a good choice in getting nothing that we had to eat right away. I dropped the robe as I walked back to the bedroom. They were still kissing each other with hands caressing everything they could reach. I knelt on the bed and walked on my knees to Kelly's ass. I pushed her hips forward a bit so I could have access to Tiffany also. I put my hand on the small of Kelly's back, took my dick in my other hand and put myself just inside the window of her pussy. I held that position with the tip of my dick just splitting her lips, holding her open enough to accept penetration in one swift thrust. I put my hands on either side of her hips and pulled her back impaling her in that thrust I had prepared her for. She gasped into Tiffany's mouth, let go of the kiss only to gasp again as I ground my hips into her. I pulled completely out, pushing her hips forward and reached down to pull Tiffany's hips into position for me. I dropped straight down into her and hit bottom in one solid movement. She didn't have the benefit of Kelly's mouth to muffle the near scream of pleasure as she was fully penetrated. I pulled completely out of her also; reached for Kelly's hips she met me half way, having figured out what I wanted to do. She pushed back as soon as my dick touched her and embedded me in her. I pulled out almost completely and Kelly seemed to think that was it, so was extremely surprised when my hands tightened on her hips and pulled her back thrusting me inside violently. This time her scream was one of unadulterated pleasure, the thrust had caught her completely by surprise and pushed her over the edge she had been teetering on for awhile now. I held myself inside her as she her body went through convulsions of pleasure. She put her head down on Tiffany's shoulder so I let myself pull out of her, and pushed her body up along Tiffany's body to give me more room. I grabbed Tiffany's legs, she had inspired the next movement. I put her knees together locking her thighs in place, I pushed her knees down this time on top of Kelly's ass. I don't think that Tiffany noticed what I was doing beyond the expectation of my being inside her soon. I put myself at her pussy and in one smooth thrust entered her fully. Her legs came back to rest on one shoulder, as I pulled back and thrust inside her again. Kelly got off Tiffany and rolled to the side watching us with half-open eyes. It was not that I prefered Tiffany to Kelly. Kelly was an attractive Sibling, but Tiffany's body-type had been the object of many fruitless teenage fantasies. I remembered the first time I understood women, men, and sex. I was on a bus going to the beach and a woman just like Tiffany had gotten on the bus. She was too full in every spot that a woman is a woman. My jaw dropped and I stared with eyes glazed. I got hard between the swift intake of breath and the shattering of boyhood pleasures. I wanted this woman so bad in that one instant that my dick was aching with need. I watched her. She smiled down at me and so did almost everyone in the front of the bus that had heard the painful wheezing of air struggling to get into my lungs. I watched her. As she walked up to me, and then past me. I barely noticed everyone else except as a indistinct presenses that my senses had to waste important processes to take in when they could just be taken her in. I watched her. As she walked to the back of the bus, her hips saying "This is woman." I watched her walk into every fantasy, I had for the next three years. I took Tiffany, finally fulfilling a lot of fantasies. I pulled out and thrust back in hard. I pulled out slowly, I wanted to give her pleasure equal to mine, more than mine. I screwed back inside her slowly. I heard her moan, as she tried to push up with her hips to get me in quicker. I pulled back in reaction as her hips dropped I followed when she hit bottom, I kept thrusting down, until I did too. I sat back a bit, taking one leg over to the other shoulder. I didn't want to wait anymore, I didn't think she did either. I started an insane rhythm in and out of her on a bare thread of control, but that thread was enough. I felt every wet dream, every masturbation I had in those three years come back to hit me. I don't know how I didn't go over the edge, but every thrust into her only held me on that thread. I felt her legs drop onto my arms, I stopped; with myself seated completely inside her and held myself there as I brought my arms around her legs. She immediately took a tight grip on my waist with her legs squeezing to keep me going. I didn't, she started to tighten her grip, I smiled down at her. She smiled back not in challenge but on the edge of completion. She used her grip on my waist to grind herself on my hips. I let her. It felt good, keeping me on the edge but not pushing. I reached down and took a nipple from one of her equally incredible breasts in one strong suckling. She groaned, and grinded herself harder. I treated the other breast the same way. It was better than every fantasy I had ever had. She was using me, screwing my hips to finish her orgasm. I felt it hit. She became warm around my dick, wetter and then she screamed in release as her hips dropped. She started one slow undulating convulsion and at the end of it. I started pumping hard again. I felt her hands on my abdomen pushing, trying to stop me, but I wouldn't. The convulsions hit her again and she arched her back somewhat in protest of my forced extension of her orgasm and in acceptance of every added ounce of pleasure I was forcing into her. I kept going until she couldn't do more than trying to accept pleasure in mindless abandon. I hit my wall, and broke through it. I came into her in one last brutal thrust. She must have felt me come, probably because I bit into her shoulder to the point of marking her. She didn't protest, she just started a slow grind of her hips, milking my dick forcing more pleasure out of my orgasm. I felt Kelly's hand stroking my back, to bring me back down. Tiffany was just lying beneath me, holding my weight with her body, relaxing beneath me. I pulled out and collapsed on the opposite side from Kelly. I lay there staring at the ceiling for a moment. I heard Kelly get out of the bed. Tiffany rolled onto her side and cuddled up to my side, resting her head on my shoulder. I continued staring at the ceiling. I had felt something inside me release and I wanted to study it. Kelly rolled the service cart inside the bedroom and started filling glasses and throwing grapes at us. Tiffany let it go until one landed near my dick. She picked it up,ran it along my softened penis, and popped into her mouth. Kelly laughed and brought the fruit bowl over to the bed. She started doing the same thing with our combined liquids. Somewhere deep inside, I found it funny but I was thinking about other things. I understood the relief I had felt. Something was happening with Melisa, she was distancing herself from me. My problem was that a part of me identified the Sibling with Melisa, having her distance herself put me in a position where it felt like every Sibling was doing it. It was irrational but there it was. I had made a mistake tying her with my being Brother, and my relationship with the Siblings as a Brother. I didn't know what would happen but it didn't change who I was now. 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