Scroll Very Fast Fast ScrollMedium ScrollSlow ScrollVery Slow ScrollEven "Ring19 Chapter 19 I studied the Saturday night city skyline. I needed the time away from home so I volunteered to close the restaurant for one of the other busboys. Rachel was even angrier than after Melisa and I had our discussion about manipulating me. I suspected Melisa wanted me to react to her pushing the limit but Rachel had not yet seen Melisa at her manipulative best. In truth, I enjoyed Melisa's manipulations; sort of like watching a no net high-wire act. I could not say that I enjoyed having a Jason storm raised by Dr. Lawren's challenge but then neither could she. My extended thoughtful mood was making the Siblings irritable with each other and Rachel. If I had bothered to care, the turmoil around me would have made my life uncomfortable during the preceding two weeks. I considered the restaurant I worked in a McDonald's for people with money. Nothing high-class enough to be intimidating but overpriced in my opinion. I had finished resetting the tables to the Sunday configuration and was standing with my tie in hand. "Hey, man. You still here?" I heard from behind me. I turned around to see the side-order cook walking up to me. I shook his outstretched hand before replying. "Just got done, Josh." "Long night, man?" I shrugged. A regular Saturday always meant the same things: overbooked, pissed off diners, pissed off management, and pissed off cooks. The waiters if they had the time would have been pissed off to. "You work tomorrow, man?" he asked. "Nah, dude. Only work Fridays and Saturdays now," I replied with another shrug. "School?" "Not really, just planning to put in more hours at my school job this year." The ready lie; a Jason lesson in keeping people out. He nodded. "Wanna go for a beer at the go-go bar? Some of the guys already headed that way," he asked. "Nah," I said looking at the city lights again. "I'm just gonna go home and go to bed. Thanks anyway though." "Alright, if you change your mind stop by, I'll buy you the first beer." He shook my hand and worked his way around tables to go out the back door. I stood there for a few more minutes. I heard the other busboys at the bar waiting for tips. I walked up to the bar and sat down to wait with them. "Hey, Dave. Is that your Beamer?" There were two bartenders on Saturday; I looked at the one asking the question. "It's my housemate's." Another ready lie. "Your housemate let's you drive her BMW?" I shrugged, even if it was my car sometimes I felt like I had to ask Melisa to fit me into her schedule so I could drive it. I thought about buying myself another and letting Melisa decide which color she preferred on any given day. I had learned to accept that if there were two identical things, one Melisa's and one David's, Melisa would always use David's so buying her a car would not get me my car back. The bartender stared at me trying to find a way to get more information. I only associated with one or two people at work so he would have to wait until they asked. The other bartender finished the tip-out and handed out the cash. I made a C-note and almost laughed remembering the balance of my checking account. I sat while the bartenders cleaned up and closed the bar. The manager and I made some small talk. He was alumni of my University and wanted dates for a few events. I told him I would email them to him. Finally, I walked to the back of the restaurant and up to the employee dressing area. I could see a light under the management office but did not think much of it. I changed, moving as if my body were on autopilot. The two bartenders came up to change and left before I was done. The restaurant manager opened the office and walk inside. I heard a brief conversation and he came back out. "David's still here," he called into the office. "Hey, David can you do me a favor?" he asked. "What's up?" I replied. "Marie wants do about a half-hour's work so that she doesn't have to come in tomorrow, but her car is in the shop. Can you keep her company and wait with her for a cab when's she's done?" He looked like he had plans for the night and waiting for Marie was not among them. "Yeah, no problem," I answered closing my locker. "You sure, man?" I shrugged. "Tell her to forget the cab, I'll give her a ride home." "Thanks a lot, man." He hurried inside as if he were afraid I would change my mind. He came out carrying a change of clothes, said thanks again and rushed down the steps. I walked up to the door. Marie looked up from the computer screen. "Hey, baby," she said in a teasing voice. "Hey, sweetie," I replied imitating her tone. I would say that the reasons Marie was one of the people I talked to in the restaurant were altruistic. She was around my age with an undergraduate degree in English literature, but altruism had nothing to do with it. She was five foot seven with strawberry blonde hair, more strawberry than blonde, and had the most incredible blue-green eyes. To cap it off, she had the second best ass I ever saw on a woman. The best was in grammar school and the girl eventually lost it so it probably did not count. Quite a few of the guys tried their hands at getting into Marie's pants but none that I knew of had succeeded. I saw the action and decided not to bother. She always called me baby, so I teased her with the sweetie. "Thanks for waiting," she said. "No problem. I'll give you a ride home too." "You don't have to, David," she told me. "It's no big deal. It's halfway to my place anyway." "You sure?" I put my bookbag down and sat at the chair next to the table. Marie earned extra money at the restaurant by doing a lot of the paperwork. I knew she was getting ready to quit and this was a way to transition out. I also knew she was serious about her boyfriend but was edging away from anything more seriously committed than having each other's keys. We talked about it once on a slow day. She loved him, but was not sure if that was it, nor was she was ready for happily ever after to start. Having only witnessed the debacles called military marriages, I had nothing to say about the staying power of 'til death do us part'. "How's your summer going?" she asked me. "It's okay. Taking a class. Found a place for the year," I replied. "Nice place?" she asked as she continued to type in data. "It's cool. I'm lucky to have found it." "How're the housemates?" she asked smiling. Freshman and sophomore years had saddled me with shithead roommates. At least my freshman year, it was the omnipresent smell of hash that annoyed me. Even with my sensitive sense of smell, I would have chosen that over the frat shithead. "Actually, I like my housemates. Three females and a guy." "I bet you like living with three women," she said. I shrugged. "I'm guessing that little blonde and the smokin' redhead." I nodded. Melisa needed my car to go window shopping for the Sibling vehicles the day before. She dropped me off by the valet parking in front of the restaurant. Doris Alex and her found it absolutely necessary to express their overwhelming gratitude in public for my gift. It caused a few raised eyebrows. "From those kisses, I'm guessing they're a little more than housemates." "I regularly do the dishes," I replied. She laughed before returning to her work. "I heard you wouldn't be working here after next semester," she told me. "I decided to follow you out, sweetie. How could I work here without my Marie?" I teased. She laughed again. "I've already cut my Sundays." "I thought you needed this job?" she asked curiously. "I never needed the money," I said with a shrug. Jason and I spent very little money during our time in the military and I had inherited his savings. Between the GI Bill and six years of savings, I had been set for my time in college even before the Brotherhood. "This was free spending money and time away from school." "You don't need that anymore?" "The house is time away from school," I answered honestly. "What about you? You just graduated and you're still here." She glared at me comically. "I have a few offers, I'm waiting for the writing agent to get back to me before I consider any others seriously." She applied for a position with a literary agent in the city. She said she kicked ass and was waiting for him to call back. "How much longer are you going to wait?" I asked. "I called him yesterday. He has one more interview that was rescheduled for Monday but unless that person is fantastic he said he would be offering me the job." I nodded. "So with any luck, I'll be handing in my two weeks on Monday." I clapped. She reached over to poke my shoulder. I watched as she continued to enter numbers into the computer. She was attractive in that girl next door fashion: very light skin, a dusting of freckles on her nose, nicely shaped lips, healthy, not much in the breast department but great breasts with that ass would have been too much. The blue-green eyes put her over the top anyway; they changed color with clothing, lighting and her mood. I wondered what color they would be in the middle of an orgasm, maybe a dark green or a light blue. I shook myself internally. I sat quietly for ten minutes staring at the ceiling thinking about my situation with Dr. Lawren. Her attempt to score had cleared my head. Having her no longer mattered to me. I think that annoyed her as much as it amused Professor Ryan. I watched Marie stop typing for a second to lean her head forward and rub at the back of her neck. "I could do that if you want." She looked at me before nodding. I moved to stand behind her chair. I put my hands down about two inches below her neck and applied pressure. I understood her hesitation; most of the guys at the restaurant had talked about her and tried to score her, their word. I never bothered, mostly because considering female tastes there were much better choices than me among the restaurant staff. Even though I complimented her and showed interest in that "You're female, I'm male and let's not forget it" way, I tried to make sure it was not intimidating. Marie gave me someone to talk to when I was bored in the restaurant and that was more important than finding out that I did, in fact, not have a chance with her. I thought about what had happened over the last few weeks, working with my hands always allows me to think. I made a mistake with Dr. Lawren; actually I made many mistakes. I played her game. A smaller mistake was giving Melisa too much slack. The full confession of Melisa's maneuverings helped me understand her much better. I never considered how different Melisa was from me. I assumed she was the opposite of whatever I was. It was a bad assumption and her goals exemplified how different we really were. I let her continue with her plans. All of them were interesting even the ones I thought were doomed to failure, like Rachel. The most surprising thing about her plans was the depth to which she was winding herself around my life. I was being used as a center point around whose gravity she could live her life. Her need for someone else to be her center was one of the hardest things to understand. My mistakes with Dr. Lawren were not as understandable. I rubbed the left side of Marie's neck. She leaned her head in the opposite direction to give me better access. I switched from using fingertips, to most of my fingers, to having my palm on her neck squeezing and carrying that squeeze up and off her neck. After a minute, she leaned her head the other way so I would switch sides. Fingertips, fingers, palms and then my entire hand coaxed her neck into relaxing. I moved my hands to her shoulders and rubbed there when she started typing again. I worked on her shoulders and the upper part of her biceps and triceps. I let Dr. Lawren dictate the action. Her failed knife-thrust shifted the power away from her but not necessarily towards me. The Siblings watched us warily. I failed with Janet somehow and was close to the same with Dr. Lawren. Melisa said it was Janet's failure but would not tell me what she expected me to gain from my experiences with Dr. Lawren. I had not pressured her for that answer at the time of our discussion. Melisa trying to make up for bad behavior was very distracting. I moved my hands to the base of Marie's neck and trailed fingertips to the skin behind her earlobes. I pressed in slightly and moved my fingers in small circles. I traced the back of her ear with applied pressure. I placed three fingers where her cheekbone and ear came together and pushed her skin forward until I was on her temples. Moving in slow backwards circles, I alternated the finger that rubbed the tension away. Every few seconds I ran a finger across her forehead. I felt the chair bump into me as she flexed her shoulders after a few minutes of that. She stood up suddenly and without looking at me turned the chair around so it was no longer in my way. I stopped for a second to consider. I knew she was having problems with her boyfriend. He was applying serious pressure on the issue of a larger commitment to each other. I let the thought pass. She had trouble concentrating and every few seconds the keyboard went silent. I smiled, enjoying the game. I had been practicing my backrubs on Melisa and Doris Alex since I moved into the house. I graduated to not thinking of them as backrubs but clothed massages. I got much better at it with partners always willing to be on the receiving end. I got much better at quite a few things with partners always willing to be on the receiving end. I smiled as I realized I was having a hard time concentrating on my thoughts of Dr. Lawren and the problem she represented. Starting between her shoulders, I worked my fingers to Marie's shoulder blades waiting for her to say something. The keys went silent again. I rubbed the upper part of her back for five minutes before she moved again. She was wearing a light summer sweater because of the air conditioning. She reached down to pull the sweater over her head, leaving her in a white t-shirt and bra. I lowered my head to take a deep breath and noticed she was wearing light brown string pants; summer pants that look like sweats but are much thinner. The only thing that holds them up is a string tied at the waist. On a normal woman they look good, with a nice ass they look great, and if she has more than a nice ass you are in trouble. On Marie, I was dead in the water. I had gotten better at not drowning though: the willing partners and all. Another deep breath helped. While I tried to regain control, I put my thumbs on opposite sides high on her back. I applied pressure bringing the tips inward to touch at her spine. I moved my thumbs down the line that bisected her. She leaned forward with her ass over the edge of chair. She put her forearms on the back of the chair and rested her head on them. It was a problem because her ass in that position made most of the blood in me rush towards a central location. I also had trouble with my position so I went down on one knee. I settled into a waiting pattern. I moved my hands to the top of her spine and rubbed my thumbs down her back. I was staring down at the way her ass looked over the edge of the chair. I wanted to make any decision to stop hard for her to vocalize. Her position forced the t-shirt, which was small, to ride up about three inches. I touched the small of her back with my fingers. I was above her pants, and she leaned forward exposing a line of skin the pants had previously covered. I tested the water. I turned my thumbs toward each other and move them down to the waist of her pants. I turned them so they pointed towards the floor. On the turn, I got my thumbpads touching the skin beneath the waist of her pants. I applied pressure towards her hips and then moved back towards her spine until my thumbs touched. I inched my fingers towards her hips again. At this point, I dropped all pretense of not trying to have her naked beneath me. I planned, with no expectation, but planning every move that came next. I moved to the outside of her back still underneath her pants. I kept going around the upper part of her hips. I kept going around her waist. I pulled my thumbs out and turned my hands so that my fingers lay on her stomach. Keeping them in contact with her skin, I brought them around to her back again. She did not retreat no matter how much I pushed against her willingness to continue. It was fun to play on the edge of our reluctance for a while but eventually I had to make a definitive move. It was untying the drawstring of her pants, which she answered by taking off her t-shirt. I could see the tension of wanting but not knowing if she wanted to do the thing she wanted. I rubbed bare skin gently. I looked down to see that her pants rode lower, halfway between her waist and the chair. I could see the beginning of the cleft between her ass cheeks above light tan panties. They were classic panties for the most part if not as wide. I traced lines with my fingers in random places along her back. I ran a finger on the line of Marie's panties along her back, around her right hip to the middle of her stomach. My other hand met it there and completed the circle around her body. I played with her bra clasp telling her with my hands more was coming. The clasp was a point of no return and she tensed every time I approached it. I almost laughed wondering if she was sitting there thinking "God, get fucking to it!" This whole male/female thing would be a lot easier if asking "Do you want to have sex?" were not so unseductive. I ran my fingers along the bra almost to the front. She tensed as my fingers touched the sides of her breasts. I stopped moving while keeping my fingers in contact with her. She relaxed but seemed expectant. I put my palms on her body, not moving my fingers. I traveled my hands down her sides. I kept moving downwards, pushing her pants further off her body. I turned my hands so that my nails touched her ass and traced it along the chair. She pushed her hips back, forcing her ass out a little more. I was where I wanted to be so I enjoyed a few fantasies I had about Marie as I played with her ass. I probably did it for a lot longer than I should have. A Sibling does not mind waiting that first time, or any other. The thoughts that a Sibling does not mind much at all if it involves being naked with a Brother, and that they were my new standard occurred to me. The skin at her hips tightened as she squeezed her ass in reaction to my touch. Her feet moved restlessly. I put my hands on her hips and pushed my fingers into her pants. Deciding to tease, I returned to massaging her back. She wriggled her ass on the chair. There was no question she wanted it all now. I was the one who would have to fuck it up for us to stop. Her body had been convinced. I moved my hands up her spine, and without hesitation undid the bra clasp. She took a sharp breath. I gave her newly bare skin the attention it deserved. I touched her from hairline down to the skin covered by her panties. Kneeling down had become uncomfortable so I sat back on my heels. I concentrated on the small of her back and ass. Light touches, rubs, tracings; anywhere that I could study the contact of my hands on her body. I leaned forward and warmed the skin at the small of her back with my breath. She arched her back slightly. She wanted now, not just her body wanted, she wanted. I could have but it was not enough. It hit me hard. It was never going to be enough again. I leaned forward and kissed the base of her spine. She gasped as my lips touched her skin. I extended my tongue to taste her. I wet her skin along the line of her panties, left then right. It would never be enough again. She was giving but I wanted more. I kissed a line from the base of her spine to her neck. I put my hands on her hips and sat back on my heels. I spread my knees as far as I could and guided her down between my legs. She came without struggle. I put my hands on her stomach and drifted upwards to cup her breasts. I pulled her back so that her naked back was against me. I kissed the hollow between neck and shoulder. I wanted everything. I kissed her neck as I caressed her nipples. I did not want just her body. I let go of her breasts and moved my hands up lifting the bra. She raised her arms to allow me to remove it from her body. It came off her hands and fell between her legs. I wanted everything she was. I put my teeth on the back of her neck as my hands renewed their attention on her breasts. I ran my thumbpads in tight circles around tighter nipples. I bit the muscle between her shoulder and neck. Her breathing turned harsh as her excitement grew. Even if it only lasted for the time we were naked, I wanted everything she was. My hands trailed down her stomach until they were on the inside of her thighs. I pulled them apart slowly. I pushed my body towards her and she leaned forward. I kept going and she had to get on her knees. Marie was offering her body, but I wanted what a Sibling gave me during the moments we came together. Everything they are. I knelt up bringing her head back onto my chest. My hands touched the front of her neck. Her eyes were closed. I circled her nipples again before I brought my hands up to touch her face gently. I took Marie. I had wanted her when I did not know what I wanted so I was right to. I brought my hands back down to touch her breasts. Her hands moved behind her to touch my hips, to hold on to the most solid thing around her. I took her in the hope that she could give me everything, knowing she would not. I sat back on my heels. I leaned back slightly keeping her in contact with my body. I ran my hands along her torso, breasts, her arms, and her face. I reached up and touched her palms, massaging small circles in them with my thumbs. They were not all conscious thoughts. They were felt, absorbed and the disappointment of being given something not full pushed aside for the moment. I got on my knees, taking her with me. I held her body to me and felt her pants fall. I kissed her neck and brought my hands down her side. At her hips, my hands move behind her to play with her buttocks. I touched, cupped, and rubbed. I enjoyed the touch of my hands on the parts of her ass the panties did not cover. I traced the cleft between buttocks with a finger, then two. I brought my hands back to her breasts and was more forceful with my play at her neck and shoulders. My hands explored down her stomach to her panties. Her thighs were spread wide waiting for my touch. I traced the upper line of her panties one last time before I turned my fingers so my nails touched her skin. I separated cloth from her body and inserted my fingers inside her panties. I kept going down until I touched pubic hair. I kissed her neck while my other hand held her close. Her breathing became ragged, and uncontrolled. I held her with her head leaning forward as I gave attention to the back of her neck. I wove circles, and lines through her pubic hair. I pressed on her pubic bone and danced circles above her clit. She gasped and moved her hips restlessly. I put my other hand inside her panties. I placed my fingers carefully above her pubic line and massaged the skin on the inside of her hips. She leaned forward a little bringing her ass in contact with my groin and rubbed herself on me in response. My hands moved further down into her pubic hair; then further down to the turn to her pussy. I placed finger on either side of her labia and let the panties pull my hands toward her. I had my middle fingers on either side of her and was doing my best not to touch her pussy. I rubbed the space between thigh and the center of her pleasure. She moaned, not loudly but enough to declare approval and a desire for more. She straightened a little, giving me better access. All of a sudden she moved her hips in an attempt to have my fingers touching her being. I pulled out to prevent it. She would be touched but not yet. I took my hands out of her panties, only to put my thumbs inside the straps at the side. Bringing my hands down, I pushed them off of her hips, ass, and pussy, and down to her knees. I placed my hand on the middle of her back and pushed her upper body forward. I ran a hand down the front of her right thigh while placing teeth on her hip. I pushed her panties and pants against her knee. She lifted it to help remove them. Once past her knee, I kissed my way across her buttocks to the other side. I touched my teeth on that hip as I ran my hand down her thigh. As she lifted her knee, I pushed her panties and pants past that barrier. I sat back without looking at her, I reached down and pulled her clothing from her body, removing the sneakers she was wearing also. I touched her ankles with fingertips giving myself time. I smiled, realizing I had not taken off any of my own clothing. She was bent over with her head on her hands supporting her upper body with the chair. Her wonderfully shaped ass was in front of me. She was exposed to me and I sat enjoying the sight. I ran my fingers along her feet, ankles and calves. I reached over and touched her ass. I fondled it carefully enjoying every second of attention I could give Marie. I ran my right hand almost to her pussy but not quite, circled her, and moved back up the other cheek. I could see wetness as her ass clenched and unclenched. I reached back and pushed my shoe of one foot and pulled my sock off. I switched hands on her body, continuing with light passes on her skin and cleared my other foot of shoe and sock. I came up on my knees and walked forward until I touched the back of her thighs and her ass. I took off my t-shirt. I reached down and pulled her upper body into contact with my naked skin. I let my hands play along her breasts and stomach. Her hands came around to run through my hair. She rubbed her ass more aggressively against my groin. I brought one hand down to run through her pubic hair again. I felt her hands try to work my belt. I ran a finger between her pussylips. I dodged a headbutt as her head snapped forward and back in reaction to the touch. I undid my belt and jeans. I pushed them and my briefs down my hips. She recovered from the brief contact to her pussy and inadvertently made my job difficult by pushing back with her hips. My dick escaped confinement and touched her skin. It felt good and she reacted to the sudden heat with a small jump forward. Then realizing what had happened, she pressed back until my dick was in contact with as much of her skin as she could touch me with. She rubbed my cock with her ass. It felt fantastic but I wanted 'slowly' to be the motto of our encounter. I put my hands on her hips to stop her motion. I held her long enough for her to realize nothing would continue unless we did it my way. She swayed, a torturous move of that beautiful ass against my dick. I pushed my clothes down my thighs and off my legs. I sat back on my heels, reached up and pulled her to me. The contact was better than before as I brought my thighs against her. She rubbed her ass on my dick trying to get me to go faster. I touched her back, her arms, her shoulders, her neck and everywhere else I could reach. My hands came down to separate her ass from my body. I pulled her up and pushed her forward. She put her hands on the chair, hanging her head down. Soon. We both knew it. Soon. Her torso was above her waist so her ass was beautifully curved. I touched, caressed, pulled my knees back so that I could reach forward to kiss, lick, and bite. She reacted to every touch. The scent of her arousal was overpowering. I came up on my knees inches behind her. I moved my dick until it was resting on the cleft of her ass. She wriggled around, moving her ass left, right, up, and down, trying to position me to enter her. I pulled back until she stopped and then placed myself carefully back on her cleft. I touched the sides of her body with my hands and pulled her back so that my dick rode the valley of her ass. I pulled back suddenly and positioned myself to bump her clit as my hips came forward. I held the contact. I reached down, and ran the head of my dick up and down her lips. I rubbed myself against her clit. Melisa had learned to hate that but not really. She did not like it, but not really. She hated it while it was happening but afterwards begged me to do it longer next time. I rubbed the head of my dick on Marie's lips, on the skin between labia and thigh, up and down her clit. I pulled back and put my hand between us. I forced her upper body down more until she pushed the chair out of the way and put her hands on the floor with her arms straight. I put my hand on her. I used my fingers to rub her lips. She wriggled her ass a lot more as I inserted a finger. She was wet, hot, and ready. I moved the finger in a slow circle just inside her. I pulled back out and moved down to her clit. It was fully extended, and needing attention. I gave it; holding two fingers on either side, I rubbed them against her. She clenched her butt tightly, pulled forward, relaxed and pushed back against my hand. I continued with small circles on the tip of her clit. She let out small noises and her head moved up and down. I continued the circles with one hand as the other explored her asscheeks with light caresses. I stopped the circles and held two fingers against her. She moved against them. The motions became more intense as she drove herself to orgasm. I moved my fingers in the opposite direction of her gyrations. My other hand was trailing nails along her spine. The noises emanating from her strengthened. Her motion against my fingers became more violent, making it tough for me to go counter her body's movements. I reached across us, having to move slightly, to my bookbag lying next to the table. I opened the outer pouch and pulled out the condom pack. It was a remnant of the days before Melisa. I opened it with one hand, and pulled out one of the packages. I centered myself behind her and placed the package between my teeth to rip it open. One handed is difficult but not impossible and with Marie kneeling in front of me, wanting more, it was easy to stave off frustration. I pulled my hand off her back, and grabbed my dick before pushing forward. I replaced my fingers with the head of my dick. She reacted to the change in temperature, texture, and rigidity. Her movement became controlled; trying to stave off the orgasm while letting it come closer. I helped by moving my dickhead against her clit. I felt the moment come and smiled. She released a long low moan as she clenched her ass. She came, not how she wanted but her body rebelled against waiting any longer. She rested her head on her hands. Her ass tightened and released. I grabbed her hip with my left hand, not letting her slide forward. I waited another second for her to start the descent from sensation. I adjusted my cock so it was at the entrance of her pussy. She started a deep breath of recovery and at the upper limit of it I penetrated into her. She raised her upper body with her hands, arched her back, and pushed backwards to drive me deeper inside her. She screamed a small cry of pleasure. I took a firm grip on her hips, pulled back and drove forward to seat my cock completely inside Marie. Her pleasure spiked and she pressed her forehead against the carpet. I waited, comfortable where I was. Her pussy gripped and released me. I had a long wait while her body pulsed with another orgasm. She pushed herself up on her arms again. She moved her ass in circles to entice me to finish our ride. I pulled back and drove forward. Her back arched as I accentuated the motion in and out of her. Back, slow, easy, long. Forward, slow, easy, deep. I felt her pussy grip me, fighting the backward motion of my dick. She released me, giving her body to the penetration. I wanted her but what had been found missing in her kept me controlled. Slow, easy, deep. It continued until she lost control of the circles her hips were moving in. I looked down, pulling her hips backward until her ass was touching my lower stomach. A germ of a thought crossed my mind and I started to bring it to fruition. I would take everything Marie had to offer. I brought my hand around her body. The hand traveled down her stomach into her pubic hair and onto her clit. I could touch my latex covered penis. I rubbed her clit hard. She reacted to it by wriggling madly. I stopped, pulled almost completely out and quickly pushed in. She reacted to that motion by pulling forward and back again forcing me almost completely out of her and a more violent penetration than I had wanted. I used my other hand to keep her ass in contact with me, holding her in place while one hand worked on her clit. She moved her ass in circles striving to get me to fuck her hard. I pulled back and out completely. I swapped the hand working on her clit. I penetrated her with a finger while trying to keep some pressure on her clit. I pulled her hips back and down a bit, and moved forward at a slightly different angle. She had lubricated the condom with herself so that was no worry. I put the tip of my dick on her anal opening. She reacted; her head came up and she tried to raise the angle her ass was at. Leaving my dick at the entrance, I used one hand to hold her hips still and the other to press in on her clit. She kept trying to move me from her asshole, but the pressure on her clit was forcing her towards orgasm. She did not want to but her body was beyond rejecting me as her third orgasm approached. She stilled when I took the pleasure of my fingers away. She pushed back beginning the penetration of my cock into her ass. I put the pressure of my fingers back on her clit, and she sighed in relief. Her ass was motionless. I spread her asscheeks with one hand and rewarded her clit with the other. I grabbed my cock and held it still. I pushed forward into her ass. The motto had changed from slow for seduction to slow out of need. Her body was fighting itself. Discomfort against pleasure, pleasure against discomfort. I kept moving forward until the head of my dick was in her ass. The rest would be easier having gotten the crown inside but I had to let her adjust. The pleasure on her clit had leveled off and I waited with everything inside me screaming to take her. Her orgasm peeked around the corner to make sure it was safe to make its presence felt again. I penetrated deeper into her. It was tortuous but the pressure on me was so intense it was worth it. It was a long time before I was completely inside her; stopping whenever she leveled off again, only to push forward as her need to orgasm became insistent. Finally, I was fully fucked into Marie's ass. The hand underneath her made the position uncomfortable but the incredible feeling of her around my dick had discomfort fighting pleasure, and like with Marie, pleasure was winning. I pulled back slowly, and repeated the same insane crawl forward. Again. The hand on her pussy never stopped moving, and she flowered with my dick in her ass. Her body nearly collapsed as her legs gave out. Only my penetration of her held her in place, but her weight was slipping me out. I put my hand on the floor and moved down with her slide. She was resting on her stomach, her ass held up a bit by my dick. Once she achieved a final resting position, I put my hands on either side of her, supporting my weight and pumped back into the depth of her ass. The last orgasm had relaxed her to the point where there was no longer any discomfort. She was moving her ass to increase my pleasure whenever I was totally inside her. I kept the slow pumping motion, in and out of her ass. I did not want to hurt her and the pressure made up for not being able to fuck hard into her. I kept up the slow in and out motion, until felt the explosion begin to build inside me. She must have felt the change in size because she moaned and worked her hips up to give my penetrations more force. I was trying to not thrust hard but the need to cum took command of my actions. I drove myself completely inside her with one hard thrust. She finished it for me. She moved her ass up and down my length as much as she could with my weight on top of her. It was only an inch, but her desire for my pleasure put me over the top. I came down, and bit her neck as an intense orgasm took my body over. She kept moving her ass underneath me as my dick jerked inside her. I shifted my hips, giving an inch of penetration away and took it back to get everything from the experience. I lay on her back for a minute enjoying the sensation of my dick softening inside her. I pulled out and reached down to remove the condom. I put in the garbage can next to our heads. I lay down and pulled her into my arms. Later, we were in the shower. The owner was somewhat spoiled so his office had to have the full amenities. I wanted to thank him for the luxuries as Marie knelt in front of me. Her back was to the showerhead and she was caressing my dick with her mouth. Slowly, ever so slowly she took me inside her mouth. She pulled off me and licked me with long touches of her tongue. We had lain on the carpet for a while; I tried to rub out some of the carpet burn on her knees. We talked, we played, and it led to the steamy shower. After a much heated beginning to the shower where we soaped each other to arousal, I expressed concern about the problems with condoms and showers. She looked at me having just begun her treatment of my dick with her tongue and mouth and asked me if she could trust me. The Siblings were safe and before them I had regular testing so I nodded seriously. I knew about her and Derik so I was as comfortable with it as I could be. She was amazed by my strength as I held her up against the shower wall. My hands were on the wall and her body rested in the cradle of my arms. I smiled as she commented that I had to have a lot of endurance to hold her off the ground with so little strain. I fucked into her slowly and taught Marie a new standard of endurance. She marked my shoulder with her teeth as I thrust a pair of orgasms into her. She pulled my head against her neck and my lips touched her skin wanting to mark her also. "DO IT!" she exclaimed. I sucked on her skin hard, darkening it almost immediately. She screamed in orgasm as cum flooded her insides. I got the answer to my question. Her eyes were a dark green when passion overcame her. I drove her home. "This isn't going to happen again, is it, David?" she asked looking up at her window. "No, it's not," I admitted. "Why?" I put my hands on my face and put my elbows on the steering wheel thinking about how to answer that question. I felt the answer but I did not know how to vocalize it yet. "You are a woman I want, Marie," I said finally. "But you're not 'what' I want." "Can I be that?" she asked. I turned to look at her. "I don't know how to ask you," I answered honestly. "I don't know how people become that." I stared into her eyes. "Why did you do it?" I asked her. She nodded as if I deserved an answer. "Did you ever know when someone didn't love you?" she asked with tears shining in her eyes. "Yeah, there's like five or six billion people that don't love me, Marie. I only know one that did." I looked out the window. "I know one that I think does." "The little blonde?" I nodded. "She does love you, David," she said quietly. "Maybe it's not a fully matured love, but it's there." I turned to look at her. "That's the problem," she said looking up to her window. "I love Derik but he doesn't love me. He loves what he thinks the rest of his life should be." I did not have anything to say to that. "How's the little blonde going to react to you and me?" she asked turning back to me. "If she ever finds out, she's probably going to come looking for you," I said honestly. Her eyebrows shot up. "I get the feeling she wants me to share everything with her. She's not going to be satisfied with just the taste that she can get from my lips." Marie laughed freely at that. She put her hand on her neck and touched the spot where I had marked her. "Thank you for this," she said. "It's going to give Derik the way out he's been looking for." The tears were flowing freely. "You know we never kissed," she said suddenly. I nodded. "We did all of that but we never kissed." I reached across to touch her hair. She turned her face as I pulled her towards me. We kissed. ----- I got out of the car and walked into the patch of woods. I never really considered where to attend college after I left the military. I chose a school close to where Jason and I grew up as if there were no other choice. The woods were dark but the smell of the place brought back memories. Jason and I running through every day, climbing trees as high as we could and hiding from the world. It felt like the trees remembered me. I climbed one and sat on its thickest branch. I looked down at the ground below and summoned the storm of memories. Torturing my high school tormentor: we did it in the dark and must have looked like pagans around a sacrificial fire. Little Billy, whose daddy thought bringing in two older boys would turn his son into a man. It only... Brittany and Jason sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G Brittany kissing me. Jason believed in sharing everything. I had not returned to the woods since Jason's death. He was waiting inside me for when I did and whispered the answers to my questions. Melisa probably understood better than any of us. She was not really my First. A long time before I ever saw a white faced ring; Jason had trained me for Siblings. ----- She looked surprised when she opened her door. Dr. Lawren had let me create a space between us. There had been no late appointments for a couple of weeks, no teasing, and no attempts to make her mine. "Mr. Feather?" she said questioningly. "How can I..." Her arm released the door as I brushed past her. I walked into the center of her living room. I heard her close and lock the door. "David, you shouldn't be here," she said quietly. She was wearing a red oriental robe and looked like she had been awake for a while but had not yet started her day. I turned to study the Sibling named Susan Lawren. I opened my mouth and spoke the key that I found in the woods. "The answer is yes."