Hype l

-- NOVEMBER 2004, JUNIOR YEAR --

"So have fun last night?" Bert turned back to look at me, looping his thumbs into the straps of his backpack as the four of us started up the hill. He was walking side-by-side with Kim, leading the way to class while Dawn and I followed a few paces back.

Dawn glanced over at me with an easy smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes. Today's outfit comprised a navy blue hoodie over a free school T-shirt. The shirt was tucked into her jeans, the bunched-up cotton hiding her trim waist. Unlike Adrienne, Dawn went low-key with her beauty pretty often, but there was no hiding her exquisite face. She bumped her hip into mine, momentarily knocking me off balance while we trudged up the hill. "Answer the man."

"You answer him." I shrugged. "You were there, too."

Dawn looked over at Bert. "It was a Tri-Delt party. Whaddaya think?"

"I think I wish I was there, too," Bert whistled. He then nudged Kim, who was walking beside him. "You shoulda pledged with Grace and Misty last year. Then I coulda tagged along as your date."

Kim rolled her eyes. "Dream on."

"I don't mean date-date," he clarified quickly. "Just as your plus-one, so that I could get out of your hair as quickly as possible."

"Now there's an idea!" Kim enthused with a smirk. She sped up a bit, and chuckling, Bert moved to keep up with her.

Dawn at first moved to keep pace, but when I lagged, she fell back into step with me. "You okay?" she asked, despite looking into my eyes and recognizing that I was lost in my thoughts. "What's wrong? Didn't you have fun last night?"

I shrugged and put on a smile. "It was great. It was fun, sure."

"Yeah, that sounded convincing," Dawn drawled sarcastically.

I sighed. "Really, it was fun. It was nice to see all the Tri-Delts again. I even enjoyed seeing Misty and Grace and Cadence."

"And Nora and Whitney..." Dawn led me.

I smiled. "Fresh pussy."

"Fresh ass," Dawn added.

Unable to help myself, I chuckled as memory of last night's activities came rushing back to me. But then I sighed again. "It was nice, I'll agree. It's been a while since we've done something like that together."

"Psht. That was the FIRST time we've done something like that together, at least since getting to college."

"Really?"

Dawn nodded. "The legend was about the Big Ben and Adrienne Experience, or are you confusing her and me?"

"No, no, of course not," I shook my head. "But maybe that's the point. I don't really want the 'Big Ben' reputation anymore. People all over campus think I'm this infamous man-whore, and it changes the way they look at me. You remember what happened with Sasha and Rod."

Dawn nodded.

I shrugged. "Now I'm with you. And if it's up to me, I'd rather that people be able to look at me and say, 'That's Dawn Evans' faithful boyfriend'."

"You ARE my faithful boyfriend."

I snorted. "Tell that to Nora and Whitney."

"C'mon, was it really so bad fucking their pretty little brains out?"

"Of course not. Nora was so adorable and Whitney was right up my alley. But let's face it: neither of us had ever MET those girls before last night. They were total strangers, and I pretty much just used and abused them."

"Neither of them was complaining about that," Dawn pointed out. But then she thought about it and added sheepishly, "Well, once they woke up."

"But what now? It's not like I'm going to become close friends with them. It digs at my conscience, you know? I don't want people to think I'm some lothario out to hit and run."

Dawn rubbed my shoulder. "Those girls got exactly what they wanted. They knew what to expect, and what not to expect. And I don't hear any of the Tri-Delts from last year ... or anyone else you gave the Big Ben Experience to ... regretting it."

"Well maybe I'm starting to regret it. There's a certain way I feel when I'm with you ... or really ... even when I'm with someone in 'The Family'. But with Nora and Whitney, I feel like I became a different person."

"Damn straight. You were so forceful and in control. It was fucking sexy." Dawn's eyes glittered.

I chuckled, but then frowned. "Not you, too. You gonna tell me now you'd rather sleep with Big Ben than the real me?"

Dawn shook her head. "I don't have to choose. They're both you. You're right: you're different with The Family than you are with other girls. You're tender, you're caring with us. But with them, you're a fucking GOD. Even Nora thought so, remember?" she chuckled.

"Dawwnnn," I groaned.

"You're making too big a deal out of this. I love you, MY Ben, in all his shapes and forms. I love you when you're satisfying my needs and the needs of all my sisters. And I love you when you bring me to parties like last night to help ME enjoy tight young bodies like Nora and Whitney, okay?"

I managed a little smile. "Okay."

""Fun', Ben, remember? And give your conscience a rest. Those girls enjoyed themselves. You gave them pleasure. Just leave it at that."

"Okay."

Dawn nodded. "C'mon. We gotta catch up to the others."

A week later, Bert, Dawn, and I were sitting on a bench outside our next class, which wouldn't start for another five minutes. We could probably go inside and take our seats, but knowing we'd have to spend the next hour and a half cramped up in there, we hung outside and chatted. Dawn was even lying down, her head in my lap while I slowly brushed her hair with my right hand.

"Dude, check it out," one of my classmates muttered from the next bench on my right, nudging his friend beside him.

Curious, I turned to the right to look as a couple of beautiful brunettes turned the corner. The pair looked vaguely familiar, but I didn't immediately recognize them.

"'Sup ladies..." the guy on the next bench drawled, nodding his head and trying to look cool.

The girls pointedly ignored him. Without breaking stride, they continued past the ogling college boys. But a few seconds later, both girls turned and fixed me with big smiles.

"Hiii, Ben," the first greeted musically.

"Call me, will you?" the second chimed in.

"Uh, sure thing," I managed to grunt back, covering my surprise and trying desperately to place them in my memory. For one thing, the second brunette was under the impression that I had her phone number.

The two boys on the bench to my right literally dropped their jaws open. They looked after the departing girls, then at Dawn who was just grinning in my lap, and then back to the girls.

"Friends of yours?" Dawn asked.

"I'm trying to figure out who they are, actually."

"I know one of them," Bert piped up. "We had a class together last semester."

"Who is she?"

"Uh, Stephanie ... just 'Steph' ... Brajkovich. She's the one who asked you to call her."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Name doesn't ring a bell."

Bert shrugged. "She's Chi Omega."

"Oh, the sorority?"

"Yep."

I rolled my eyes. "Figures."

Last semester, the Big Ben reputation had spread far and wide across the campus. After bulldozing my way through the Tri-Delt pledges (and with Adrienne, through the Tri-Delt sisters themselves), rumors of the Big Ben Experience had run rampant, especially on Sorority Row. Settling down with Cadence Carmichael for a couple of months in the spring had tempered the reputation somewhat, but it still remained. Somehow, half of the females on campus had already heard of me before I introduced myself.

Over time, however, the reputation became a mythical legend. I'd isolated myself with Dawn, Kim, and Viktoriya over the summer. For most of this semester, I'd confined my sexual activities within the privacy of my own house. So without any new stories to tell, people began to doubt the old ones. Every so often the past couple of months, I would get people doing double-takes and asking me, "Are you the Big Ben?"

I would shrug it off, reply "Those are just exaggerated stories," and people would believe me.

Like Rod and Sasha, there were still guys who were suspicious of me stealing their girlfriends, or girls afraid I would seduce them against their will. But for the most part, I'd been able to walk amongst the student population without the Big Ben reputation hanging over me like a neon sign.

That neon sign had gone dark over the past few months. But in a single night, I'd turned that neon sign back on. Apparently, I even made the damn sign flash and honk like an alarm. Word on the street was that Big Ben was back in the game, and no amount of denials from me would stop that word from spreading. And just like before, the flashing, honking sign would simultaneously drive people away from me while attracting a completely different crowd like moths to a flame.

Last Tuesday, literally two days after the Tri-Delt party, Gwen had come by the house and asked, "So has Big Ben re-opened for business?"

"What?"

"Heard you did quite the number on a couple of Tri-Delt pledges Sunday night. Girls have been laying off ever since you and Dawn got serious. But people know that I'm friends with you, and since yesterday, two different girls came up to me to ask that very question: Are you back to being fair game?"

I sighed and began, "Actually, I really think that night was just a one time-"

"The answer is 'yes'," Dawn cut me off. "Yes he is."

"Dawn!"

"Oh, come on. I'm not saying that you have to sleep with every girl who comes onto you. I'm just saying that we shouldn't, uh, close ourselves off to the possibility."

I arched an eyebrow. "Ourselves?"

My girlfriend beamed at me. "Yeah, you and me, together, just like we did to Nora and Whitney."

My eyebrows both popped. "Seriously?"

"Sure! C'mon, it'll be fun. Remember 'fun'?"

"I don't know."

"We've been over this. You don't need to force yourself into some kind of monogamy for me. And I want the variety, okay? I spent two years with Ryan. And as much as I appreciated our time together, the sex was pretty damn vanilla."

There was more than a hint of frustration in Dawn's voice, and I arched an eyebrow as I studied her reaction a little more carefully.

With a sigh, Dawn stated, "I love you for who you are, not for some fictitious concept of who you could be. And I need you to love me for who I am."

"And who is that?"

Dawn glanced first at Gwen, and then leaned into my ear. Whispering so that only I could hear her, she husked, "People think I'm this pure, innocent princess. But I'm horny, bisexual, and I've got this burning desire to suck your cum out of Nora Cavaday's cunt while you're shoving your big dick all the way up my ass. That's who I am."

It was who she couldn't be with Ryan. For whatever else the couple had together for nearly three years, Dawn's bisexuality and affinity for anal play had not been a part of it. And filled with both the recognition of Dawn's frustration over the past couple of years, along with the stimulation of the imagery she'd just put into my mind, I found myself determined to make her fantasy come true.

Turning my face to hers, I spoke with a smile, not caring whether or not Gwen heard. "Okay. Let's have some fun."

So Dawn and I had some fun. We spent the rest of the weekdays just enjoying each other, occasionally knocking boots with our roommates as well. DJ and Brooke wanted a repeat of the bondage games Wednesday night. Thursday was Kim's weekly fucking. And Friday was a date night for just the two of us.

But unbeknownst to me, Dawn had been in contact with Nora Cavaday during the week and accepted an invitation to attend a sorority-mixer at the Chi Omega house on Saturday night. We partied together. I flirted with a variety of new Sorority girls. And at the end of the night, we brought Nora back to our house, where I indeed made Dawn's fantasy come true.

And now it was Monday, back to school. Bert, Dawn, and I waited for our next class, which would begin in two minutes. And a couple of Chi Omega girls had cruised by to flirt with me, asking me to call before continuing on their way.

Bert stared after the gorgeous brunettes, then back at me. "So you do know them then?"

Dawn now sat up, looking after the girls. "We went to a Chi Omega party on Saturday. But I don't remember them."

"Me, neither," I shrugged before Steph's face suddenly popped up in my memory. "Wait, I DO remember. It was only a minute. You and Nora had gone to grab more beer, leaving the pack to descend upon me."

Dawn giggled. She and Nora had left me twice that evening, specifically to watch and see what happened. "So Steph was one of them?"

I nodded. "I think so."

"So you gonna call her?" Bert inquired.

"Don't have her number."

"She didn't give it to you at the party?"

"No," Steph's voice cut in behind us. "I didn't."

We turned to see that the comely brunette and her friend had returned back along the pathway. Steph herself held out a torn piece of notebook paper, handing it down to me with a flirty smile. I took it, noting the pretty handwriting and the hearts dotting the letters 'i' and 'j' in her last name. "Call me," she said sweetly. "Please?"

Dawn eyed the girl up and down evaluatively. For her part, Steph preened and posed, perhaps realizing she was auditioning for Dawn as much as for me. And after a moment, my girlfriend reached out and took the paper from me. "You free Friday night?"

Steph's dark eyes lit up. "Yeah, actually."

"Ben'll call you," Dawn stated confidently, then glanced behind the brunette to her friend, equally as beautiful and standing a few feet away. "And maybe you can talk your friend into coming too."

"Unnnnnh! Ohhhhhh! Unnnnnh!" The hot brunette before me had been whining and whimpering constantly for the past fifteen minutes.

I held myself balls deep inside her tight, clenching pussy. With my hands gripping her slender hips, I ground my pelvic bone against her asscheeks and pivoted my cock inside her, stretching out her vaginal walls.

Her head hung down between her shoulder blades in this doggy-style position, her silky brown hair cascading down to the mattress and revealing the creamy skin of her neck. I briefly thought about bending over and suckling at her fragrant flesh, but before I could, another brunette head moved in to do it first.

No worries, I could focus on what I was doing. I had witnessed the sight before me more times than I could count: a fully-naked, beautiful young woman on all fours, just absorbing the tingling electric pleasures I stimulated in her body. I counted the vertebrae of her backbone, having already determined the layout of her central nervous system. I watched the ridges of her shoulder blades pushing out from her back as she moved, giving me more landmarks to identify specific muscles to massage. And of course, I took in the view of her perky asscheeks being split wide by my rigid dick, more for my pleasure than hers.

It was so easy to bring a girl to orgasm in this position. I controlled the depth, angle, and power of my thrusts. My hands had access to every inch of her body, whether I wanted to squeeze her throat, tickle her spine, or fondle her swaying breasts. I could also manipulate the sensitive bundled nerves of her pussy, although in this case, I didn't have to. Dawn lay beneath Steph Brajkovich in a sixty-nine position, eagerly munching on the Chi Omega Senior's pussy and licking at my balls from time to time as well. Meanwhile, Carol Goldberg, fellow Chi Omega Senior brunette, continued nuzzling the girl's neck while tweaking her friend's nipples.

Triply-assaulted by my thick cock rubbing her insides, Carol's hands on her tits, and Dawn's tongue wrapped around her clit, Steph began her final orgasm. Her back bowed into a reversed arch, her belly pushing down onto Dawn's while her shoulders went rigid, and she thrust her ass up against me. She tossed her head back, dislodging Carol and sending that mane of dark hair flying into the air. And her scream was loud enough that my roommates would have no doubt that one of my guests was climaxing, no matter the soundproofing I'd put up in the master bedroom.

I kept rotating my dick while Steph spasmed. My right thumb left her hip and buzzed over her anus, not quite penetrating. My left hand shot forward, clamping over her mouth with the thumb raised to block her nostrils as well. And I re-started pumping my shaft in and out of her, rapid strokes designed to maximize the sheer volume of sensations assaulting the young woman's oxygen-deprived brain.

Three, two, one, touchdown. Steph's hips bucked and heaved against me as her orgasm played out. Her voice died first, and then her arms collapsed as she dropped down atop Dawn's body. Her cunt muscles were still clamped around my cock, dragging me down with her. But by the time the heavy weight of my chest landed against her back, crushing her lungs as she was sandwiched between my girlfriend and me, she was already unconscious.

"Ben! Up, Ben!" Dawn gasped beneath us.

Chuckling, I rolled to one side, withdrawing my still erect cock, slick with Steph's orgasmic juices. Dawn pushed Steph off to the other side, and then gasped for oxygen. And after picking her head up to check and verify that the pretty brunette was indeed passed out, my girlfriend dropped her head back and started chuckling with me.

"Oh, shit. You really did it!" Carol whistled in awe, staring at me with wide eyes.

I grinned, feeling my dick twitching eagerly. I could've busted my nut inside Steph's pussy, but I wanted to save it until I finished off her sorority sister. "Uh, huh. And you're next."

Blinking rapidly, Carol actually looked a little scared as I approached her, gently but firmly taking hold of her wrists and pushing the slender brunette onto her back. Dawn was beside us, grabbing onto my waving prick and guiding it like a heat-seeking missile into Carol's core. And then I pressed the Chi Omega's arms back behind her head while sliding forward to fill up her vaginal tunnel with every last inch of my thick man-meat.

"Ohhh..." Carol moaned, letting her head fall back at my penetration, the pleasure overwhelming her momentary sense of trepidation.

I reached full depth, flexing my cock experimentally to test out her tightness. And chuckling, I asked rather conversationally, "By the way, has anyone ever fucked you up the ass?"

"Oh, shit!" That look of fear was back in her eyes.

It was 6pm, and a Saturday, when the doorbell rang. Dawn poked her head out of the kitchen, where she and DJ were making dinner together. Brooke and I were watching TV, but it was boring, so I hopped up and volunteered, "I'll get it."

Opening the front door, I grinned at sight of Jocelyn Canilao, Lakhi Sharma, and Andie Holland all standing on the porch before me. All three Tri-Delt sisters wore peacoats against the cold November weather, but I could instantly see that they were wearing stiletto fuck-me heels, and their legs were either bare or covered only by sexy stockings. They were also in full makeup, with their hair done for a night out. And yet all three of them were right here on my doorstep.

"This is a pleasant surprise," I greeted warmly. "Come on in."

The girls walked past me into the warmth of the house, and I closed the door behind them. I gestured to the living room and asked, "So what brings you here?"

"Word out is that you and Dawn nailed a couple of Chi Omegas last night."

I blinked, surprised at how fast the rumor mill spun. Steph and Carol had only left the house this morning, after being passed out most of the night and then being ravaged once again when we woke up. I even popped Steph's anal cherry sometime around 8:30am while Dawn drove a vibrator up her pussy.

I sighed. "You know, what's with the double-standard that frowns on guys talking about their conquests and yet encourages you girls to share?"

The girls looked at each other for a moment before Andie shrugged and stated, "You don't count."

Lakhi now spoke up. "Can you confirm the stories?"

"That we boinked a couple of Chi Omegas?" I sighed. What was the harm? "Sure. Yeah."

The girls looked at each other and nodded, communicating something between themselves wordlessly.

I raised my eyebrows questioningly. "Uh, is that a problem?"

Jocelyn explained. "We're not unfriendly, but the Chi Omegas are still a rival sorority."

I started to understand what they were getting at. "So what? You guys are upset that I slept with them? As much fun as we have together, I'm not a Tri-Delt. I'm not even a frat guy who is affiliated with you. So it's not like there are any rules against me sleeping with them."

Lakhi shook her head. "Of course not."

Jocelyn explained, "We're not upset."

Andie started unbuttoning her peacoat while simultaneously shaking out her long, dyed-blonde hair. "But still ... the sisters would like to remind you that should you and Dawn need any extra partners, we are always here for you."

Jocelyn's peacoat hit the floor first, revealing that the slender Filipina wore only slinky lingerie in the form of a pink teddy and matching bikini-cut panties with little black bows on the sides. Lakhi was next, wearing a push-up bra that made her big tits look even more out of proportion on her petite frame. And finally, Andie showed off her gartered-stockings and black ensemble that was sheer enough to reveal her pale pink nipples already erect.

Brooke, in the living room, gasped. Dawn poked her head out of the kitchen again to see what was going on. My girlfriend just grinned when she saw the group, and waved while greeting, "Hi, girls."

Jocelyn politely replied, "Hi, Dawn."

Dawn eyed their lingerie with a knowing smile, then added, "He's all yours, but the food will be ready in a half-hour. Why don't you guys have a little warm-up, and then eat with us. DJ and I are making pasta. All five of us can finish up after dinner."

Lakhi was already dragging me to the stairs. "Sounds good!"

"So when's my turn?" Chevelle asked rather conversationally as we settled down in our usual spot at Faculty Glade.

I was in the middle of opening up my messenger bag to get to my sandwich and soda when I realized that Chevelle's question was directed at me. My eyebrows rose as I looked over at her. "Excuse me?"

The erstwhile-hippie gave me a knowing smirk, and then leaned forward, letting her unfettered breasts stretch the already low scoop of her peasant shirt. And in a demure tone, she explained, "Word out is that Big Ben is back in circulation. And I want a turn!"

"Excuse me?" Sasha put in with wide eyes. The pretty brunette had stopped herself just inches from biting into her chicken pita.

Chevelle smirked at her teammate. "You didn't know?"

Tension spread across Sasha's face as she let the new information sink in. Shaking her head, she muttered, "I ... I don't really get much campus gossip." She blanched as she looked at me, the expression on her face not unlike the first few times we'd met when she'd been scared I would jump her at any moment.

"Hey, relax," I soothed. "Nothing's changed."

Chevelle pouted. "So you're not back in circulation?"

I rolled my eyes. "You make it sound like I'm a library book, available to be checked out by anyone who wants to borrow me for a couple of days."

The blonde hippie frowned. "Aren't you?"

Although I certainly felt annoyed, Dawn laughed in obvious amusement behind me. "It doesn't work like that," she explained. "We've ... had some fun, that's all."

"But I'm NOT going to seduce you against your will," I said quickly, my eyes on Sasha. "Never have. I'm not like that."

"That's not what Leighton Barrister said," Kim interjected quietly, her eyes downcast.

I shot Kim a harsh look, but she just gave me a sly smile. There was more going on underneath that girl's shy exterior than I knew about. I wasn't even sure HOW Kim knew about Leighton, given that she wasn't a Tri-Delt herself or anything.

"Contrary to popular belief, I'm not some man-slut who sleeps with every girl who flirts with him," I stated wearily.

Bert shot me a look.

I rolled my eyes. "Not every girl. Especially since Dawn and I got together."

Dawn beamed at me.

"What Dawn and I do together is our business. Despite the rumor mill, that stuff should be private. Fair enough?"

"Yeah, give the man a break," Bert chimed in.

"Of course. Private," Sasha agreed.

"Aww..." Chevelle whined.

I took a deep breath and looked at my project team. "The point is: we're a project team and we'll stay a project team. We've got work to do, and I intend to get everyone an 'A'. Okay? Everything else is just a distraction."

Bert and Kim shrugged. Dawn smiled at me.

"Okay." Sasha nodded, looking relieved.

Only Chevelle wouldn't leave it alone. She pouted and batted her eyes at me. "But I still want a turn!"

"Ben! We need to talk."

Brooke's voice shattered the relative quiet of the living room, and after picking my own head up I realized that she'd gotten the attention of everyone else as well. Robin and Gwen had been studying at the dining table, but were studying no longer. And Dawn and Bert were now poking their heads out from the kitchen where my girlfriend had been giving my best friend some pointers on how not to burn cereal and milk.

My little sister leaned against the archway, her backpack still slung over one shoulder as she folded her arms across her chest and glared at me. DJ stood behind her, looking like she'd prefer to melt into the wall.

I didn't have a clue what was going on, so I glanced at Dawn for help. But she just gave me the same blank look back, and shrugged her shoulders.

So I turned back to Brooke. "What's up?"

"I need to talk to you," she sighed, clearly vexed.

I closed my book and dropped it onto the coffee table. Standing up from my comfortable spot on the couch, I stretched to get the kinks out of my back, and then followed her back into her bedroom.

Once inside, Brooke literally threw her bag so that it hit the floor and skidded to a crashing stop against her desk. Realizing that this wasn't going to be a quick chat, I closed the bedroom door behind me and grabbed her desk chair, wheeling it over next to her bed and spinning it around so I could sit on it in reverse and rest my forearms atop the backrest.

Brooke flopped onto a seated position on her bed and propped herself up with her hands. "You are really making my life difficult here."

"Uh, exactly what have I done?"

"More like who have you done."

"Huh?"

My little sister sighed. She glared at me for a few seconds, shaking her head in disgust without saying anything before exhaling slowly again.

On the one hand, I was completely nonchalant about the situation, not seriously thinking I was in any trouble and more just curious to know what was bothering Brooke. But on the other hand, I was starting to get frustrated at the way she would just glare at me and not speak.

"It doesn't enter your head, does it?" Brooke finally began in an accusatory tone. "What it's like for me? To be your little sister at this school?"

"Brooke, what the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you. BIG BEN!" Brooke waved her hands theatrically in the air, making it seem as if my very name was some announcement of grandeur. "You're famous, big brother, or should I say 'infamous'. Now maybe all that attention doesn't bother you, but it sure isn't what I signed up for."

"Wait, what?"

Brooke sighed. "First of all: it seems that half of all your would-be groupies think that I'm one of the ways to get to you. 'Hey, Brooke! Think I'm your brother's type? Where does he like to hang out?'"

My eyebrows furrowed.

"'Hey, Brooke!'" my sister continued in a sing-song voice, clearly quoting someone else. "'Can you give your brother my number? I'd love for him to gimme a call.'"

"Look," I began. "I'm sorry about all that. I'm sure most of these people don't-"

"That's not the worst part," she cut me off coldly. Exhaling wearily, Brooke continued quoting. "'Ooh, there goes Brooke! That's Ben's little sister! I'll bet she's AMAZING in the sack! Didn't you know that the sex gene is genetic?'"

My mouth went dry as I started to realize what was going on.

"'I'll bet she's a total nympho!'" Brooke added, still in the sing-song voice. "'If she's anything like her brother, she's probably fucking a different guy every night!'"

Ice started to chill in my veins. Pestering the people I knew to get to me was one thing. But slandering my little sister was quite another. "Who's saying this shit?" I suddenly growled. "Give me names!"

Brooke rolled her eyes at me. "No, no. You're not going to go around trying to beat up every zitface that catcalls me. That won't help anything."

"People can't just say that kind of-"

"Of course they can," she interrupted me. "It's a free country. And even if we're not in High School anymore, college boys can be just as dumb as any 13-year-old."

I sighed, raising my hand up to rub at my temple. "I'm sorry. I never meant for-"

"Of course you didn't," she cut me off again. Man, Brooke was in a really testy mood. "I can't even totally blame you. It's just ... What IS going on, huh? I mean, I kinda knew I was going to have to deal with your reputation on this campus. But when nothing really major happened for the first few months, I sorta thought the whole thing was overblown. But lately? For the last week, I can't walk ten feet across this campus without someone wanting to talk to me about you."

I grimaced, knowing what she meant. I was sure Brooke's 10-ft estimate was hyperbole, but for the past week or so, I honestly hadn't been able to take a walk across the campus without either a catcall or some girl hitting on me (or more often, some guy sternly warning me to stay away from his girl). But no matter the exact distance in feet, the harassment was obvious.

"Look, this whole thing will blow over. I'm not some sexual predator just meandering around the campus knocking girls upside the head and dragging them into my cave to have my way with them. And I'm not some free-for-all lothario looking to score at any presented opportunity. 'Big Ben' is just a reputation and it's just hype."

"So you haven't being going around sleeping with a different girl every night?"

"Of course not. You still come home to sleep, don't you? Don't you think you would've seen a stranger in the house?"

"Well, there were those two older girls from, where was it, Chi-something."

"That was a week ago."

"Only five days."

"Whatever."

"And then the Tri-Delts came by the next night."

"So?"

"And I've seen Nora and Whitney around a few times, including last night."

"Fine, fine. But that's it."

"That's it? That's seven different girls! In five days!"

I winced. "You make it sound like-"

"Like exactly the kind of hype you just told me was overblown. But it's not overblown."

I exhaled. "It's just a week. Dawn and I went a little crazy, I'll admit. Even so, we're not hooking up with random girls across the campus every other night. Five out of those seven were Tri-Delts, and you know I have history with the sorority. Really, relax. Things aren't always going to be like this."

"You promise?"

I rolled my eyes. "You want me to stop having casual sex just because you asked me to?"

"No, no..." Brooke sighed.

"Then what do you want from me?"

Tossing her hands up in frustration, Brooke flopped over onto her belly across the bed. She grabbed a pillow and sunk her cheek into it, sighing loudly. "I don't know..."

"Brooke..." I got out of the chair and rolled it back toward the desk. Moving to sit down on the bed beside her, I reached a hand out and gently stroked her back. "I'm sorry you're getting caught up in this. I never thought you'd end up getting harassed for the things that I was doing."

"It's not fair. DJ's not getting any flak, even though Dawn's been just as naughty as you have."

"I guess Dawn's not the one with the reputation."

Brooke didn't have anything more to say. She went silent, just huffing and staring at the wall while hugging the pillow.

I rubbed her back for a few more seconds, wondering what I could say to make her feel better. And in the end, all I could come up with was, "What can I do?"

Sniffling, Brooke turned her face to look back at me. She took in my expression while glaring rather accusingly at me. But a second later, I saw a light go off in her eyes and an evil smirk began to tug at the corners of her lips.

"What?" I frowned, a sense of dread spreading over me.

She barked a short laugh, unable to contain whatever twisted little idea that had popped into her head. Now fully smiling, she shook her head and then gave me a mirthful look. "What can you do? You can give me MY turn, that's what you can do." She reached forward and punched my shoulder.

I jerked my head back, whiplashed by the near 180 in her mood. But while her tone was no longer one of anger, it wasn't sexual either. "I'm assuming you don't mean right now."

Brooke rolled her eyes and jerked a thumb toward the door. "No, of course not. Especially with your friends out there. But you owe me, big brother. You owe me big time."

I managed a smile. "Okay, then. Tonight or whenever else you want, I'll make it up to you."

Now my little sister beamed at me. "Deal."

-- THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 2004, THANKSGIVING --

"Another beer?"

I looked up at Jack Evans as he approached the couch, two ice-cold Coors Lights in his hands. All I had to do was smile and open my hand. He dropped the silver bullet into place and then took his own seat in the La-Z-Boy. And we both cracked the cans at the same time.

It was nice to know I was already on such great terms with my future father-in-law. As a teenage boy, you hear stories about some guy meeting his girlfriend's dad with the older man cleaning a shotgun or implementing other sort of intimidation tactic. Dayna even told me stories about the crap her own father had pulled on potential suitors.

But me? I was already family. Life was good.

"Think this one'll be any less boring than the last one?" Jack drawled, gesturing to the big plasma TV. We'd watched the Colts absolutely demolish the Lions 41-9 in the early game. Peyton Manning had thrown SIX touchdown passes in the first three quarters, and the entire fourth quarter had been a complete waste of time.

"Football games are ALL boring," Dawn drawled as she arrived with a fresh tray of finger foods, this time little sausages wrapped up in baked croissants. It was good to be in a household with so many women eager to cook.

I tilted my head back to meet my girlfriend for a quick upside-down kiss and then quipped, "Thank goodness there are so many other girls around to keep you company. That way we cavemen can be free to watch our boring football in peace."

"Sounds like a plan for our future," Dawn laughed and returned to the kitchen. I heard Dawn share our little conversation with DJ, Brooke, and Deanna, and girlish giggling soon filled the air.

Jack and I had polished off half of the pig-blanket-thingies by the time the Bears-Cowboys game kicked off. Both offenses were horribly inept at converting third downs, and the game had become boring-by-low-scoring compared to the boring-by-blowout Colts game. At least R.W. McQuarters got a 45-yard pick-six midway through the second quarter.

Thing is, I missed the interception. Drew Henson had just dropped back to pass when someone covered my eyes with their hands. I started shaking my head and was reaching up to grab the interfering appendages when a melodic voice asked, "Guess who?"

My heart jumped as I immediately recognized the voice. I jerked the hands off my face and spun around in my seat. And my jaw went slack as I looked up into the face of a goddess.

"Adrienne! You're here!" I exclaimed while literally leaping off the couch, vaulting over the backrest and flinging myself into a hug with my gorgeous adoptive sister.

Laughing, the buxom blonde patted my back and chuckled, "Hey, Tiger."

"What are you doing here?" I asked in the same excited voice.

"What?" Pulling back, she cocked an eyebrow at me and gave me a mischievous smirk. "Would you rather I didn't come?"

"No, no, of course not. But I thought you were going to be in ... I dunno, Costa Rica or somewhere right about now. Isn't the Sports Illustrated shoot this week?"

"It was. But the producers had to juggle some photographers, and we got pushed back a week. They're doing some elephant polo thing in Thailand right now."

Still shaking my head in disbelief, I quickly grabbed Adrienne's shoulders and tugged her against me for another hug. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I hadn't seen her in forever, despite her address supposedly being less than thirty minutes away in San Francisco. And the more I thought about how much I'd missed her, the tighter I held on.

"Easy, Tiger," she chuckled, stretching out her shoulders against my grip. "Better not break me just before the shoot."

"Sorry, sorry. I'm just so happy to see you."

"Hmph," Dawn griped from two feet away, although with a smirk on her face. "Don't remember the last time you were this excited to see ME."

I didn't respond verbally, instead simply rushing over and bear hugging my girlfriend, squeezing with all my strength and picking her up off the ground as she squealed loudly. Laughing myself, I held on until Dawn gasped and slapped at my shoulders. And finally, I set her back down.

"Whew," I sighed, my adrenaline pumping and a big grin plastered across my face. I could feel my limbs on fire as blood raced through my veins. And at the same time, I felt my eyes focusing on the more ... physical ... aspects of Adrienne's spectacular body.

Modeling life had been good to her. She was essentially paid to put her body into the utmost perfect condition, and she no longer had schoolwork or even a boyfriend to take up her time. Adrienne had told me that her daily routine consisted of regular exercise and a strict diet, and the beauty that had made Sports Illustrated take notice was on full display right now.

Her normally pale, creamy skin was now a light tan, after so many outdoor shoots wearing next to nothing. Her golden blonde hair fell in a flowing mane that was tucked behind her ears and pinned back by thick, black Gucci sunglasses. Long eyelashes highlighted her big, hazel eyes that dominated a gorgeous face with a high-fashion model's cheekbones.

Adrienne's body was the definition of hourglass, with perfect 36-22-36 measurements framing her 5'10" height. Of course, few hourglasses also had perfect skin, toned musculature, and a supermodel's low body fat. Even fewer still had Adrienne's F-cup tits, which presently were both restrained and put on display by her scoop-necked white tank top demurely checked on either side by a pink cashmere cardigan. Spray-tight jeans finished her casual look, but there was no doubting the sex bomb just barely contained within the dressed down shell. She looked good enough to eat, and after going so long without seeing her, that was exactly what I had in mind.

Unfortunately, we were in the Evans family home with a wide assortment of sisters and parentals around. I let myself look and ogle for a brief moment, then gave myself a mental 'down boy' and then took a deep breath to calm my racing heart. "I'm really glad you're here," I said finally.

"Me, too," she replied softly. Inhaling, Adrienne let her own eyes run up and down my body for a brief moment. She bit her lower lip, and then similarly let out a slow exhalation to calm herself. From the golden fire in her irises, I imagine she and I had briefly been on the same sexual wavelength. After all, with her recently avowed lesbian sexual orientation, plus the prolonged absence from me, the self-proclaimed nymphomaniac probably hadn't felt a real, live cock inside her for quite a while.

Dawn took that moment to lean in between us. Quietly she mumbled, "Dinner won't be ready for hours. Why don't you two use my room to get ... reacquainted?"

My eyebrows rose and I glanced over at my girlfriend. Really? I asked non-verbally.

Adrienne's own eyes darted over to Jack Evans with some concern.

Dawn grinned and shook her head. She looked both of us in the eye, and for a moment, I felt like all three of us were sharing a special connection.

Don't worry about the 'rents, Dawn was telling us. I'll cover for you.

Adrienne smiled, and then Dawn slid over the backrest and into my old spot on the couch. "So dad, can you explain to me this 'illegal formation' thing again?" she asked with a puzzled expression.

Jack Evans glanced back at us, smiling and waving, "Hello, Adrienne."

"Hi, Mr. Evans," she replied with a nervous titter in her voice.

Jack smiled and turned back to the TV. And with a dismissive wave over his shoulder, he added, "Goodbye, Adrienne."

Adrienne grinned as I took her hand. "Goodbye, Mr. Evans." And then she let me drag her away to the stairs.

Her expression was that of a little girl on Christmas morning. Adrienne's eyes danced with an inner sparkle as she dragged me by both hands into the room, backing away until her calves hit the bed.

Impossibly, her eyes got even brighter as she released my hands and raised her palms to my cheeks. And then holding my face firmly, she leaned in and gave me one of those patented nuclear kisses that simply blows one's socks off.

It was our first kiss in ... well ... I forgot how long it had been. Counting up the exact number of weeks or months or whatever wasn't exactly high on my priority list as the gorgeous blonde attempted to inhale my tongue in a fury of pent-up passion. As had happened so many times before, the universe around us ceased to exist. Indeed, even gravity no longer had a hold on our two bodies.

"Oof!" Adrienne grunted as my full weight dropped on top of her, our bodies now flat across the bed. Well that explained the gravity thing. But when I pulled back to apologize, Adrienne just smiled and kissed me again.

We spent a lot more time just making out than I would have imagined. After so much time apart, you'd think we'd both be in a big hurry to get my dick imbedded almost eight inches up Adrienne's pussy as fast as humanly possible. But we didn't rush. Indeed, the simple joy of kissing each other was so intense, so fulfilling, that anything else could wait. Adrienne wasn't my soulmate, but we were very, very special to each other. And for now, all either of us wanted was to simply BE together again.

Maybe ten minutes later, we were both out of air. Sure, we'd been taking quick breathers along the way, but those only acquired enough oxygen to continue making out for a few more seconds, and by now all of our reserves were gone. Gasping for breath, I turned my face and lay my forehead on the pillow beside Adrienne's head. And panting with her heaving chest beneath me, Adrienne slid the fingers of both hands through my hair and cradled my scalp tenderly.

"I missed you, Tiger," she whispered.

I had to catch my breath for another few seconds before answering, "Missed you too."

Nothing more was said for a couple of minutes, both of us just reveling in the feeling of our bodies pressed flush together. But eventually, we caught our breath and I levered myself up onto my elbows to look down at Adrienne's exquisite face.

"Hey," I mumbled with a pleased smile.

"Hey," she mumbled right back before glancing down between us, notably at her massive tits held upright and together by her cardigan, tank top, and bra. Her eyes flicked right back up to mine and she frowned. "We're wearing too many clothes."

I blinked a couple of times before nodding sagely. "You're right." I grinned and then immediately sat up.

Neither of us stripped for the sake of titillation. What was the point? Both of us were already turned on as hell and we were both ready to go. Adrienne nimbly unbuttoned her cardigan and then sat up to tug it down her arms. I hopped onto the floor to give her room, yanking my shirt over my head and then dropping my jeans to my ankles. Adrienne's tank top and then bra went flying into a corner, and then she flopped onto her back and thrust her crotch into the air so she could peel her own jeans and panties down her legs. And since I finished first, I grabbed onto her waistbands and pulled them the rest of the way off her feet, leaving us both bare-buck naked.

"I wanna suck your dick," Adrienne blurted impatiently, sitting back up and beckoning me to her.

"Uh, okay," I replied with a grin, climbing onto the bed and turning myself around so that we could sixty-nine.

"No, no!" Adrienne batted my legs away impatiently, forcing me to stand back up next to the bed. "Oh my gawd, I've been eaten out plenty of times in the last few months. Now just sit there and let me get at that beautiful cock, okay?"

"Works for me," I answered with a shrug. I smiled as Adrienne slid off the bed, grabbed a pillow for her knees, and then directed me by my hips to sit down on the edge of the mattress.

"Oh, yeahhh..." I hummed the moment my throbbing cock entered her mouth. I groaned when I felt it passing into her throat. And I grunted when Adrienne's lips formed a powerful suction around the very base of my dick, her throat muscles massaging my entire length in the most exquisite ecstasy imaginable.

I'd forgotten how good Adrienne was at giving head. For a self-proclaimed lesbian, she sure knew her way around a dick. And I knew she'd had plenty of experience from her wild teenage years. Don't get me wrong: Dawn was an amazing cocksucker. My soulmate and I simply were attuned too well, and Dawn always knew JUST what I wanted to maximize my pleasure. But Adrienne could do things to me that even I didn't know I wanted.

She made love to my dick like it was the most precious thing in the universe. And she did it with a fervor that made me truly believe there was nothing else imaginable that she'd rather be doing.

It felt like a blowjob from another lifetime, another era when Adrienne and I were still a dating couple instead of this weirdly-complicated adoptive sibling thing. I forgot for a few minutes that Dawn was my girlfriend, and that Adrienne wasn't. Instead, I felt like the bombshell blonde on her knees before me was the only woman in my world, and that she was reminding me of that right now.

My eyes had been closed as I absorbed the sensations assaulting my brain. But in a sensual, husky voice, Adrienne moaned, "Gimme your cum." I opened my eyes to see that she had wrapped her big tits around my rod, surrounding my prick with warm titflesh while she humped her chest up and down and licked my mushroom head like a lollipop.

"Oh, Adrienne..." I groaned, reaching down to cup her cheek. She titfucked me for another minute before tilting her face and sucking me deep into her mouth once again. After rapidly pumping her head up and down a few times, she took me into her throat and used those muscles to massage my cockhead. And when my buttcheeks clenched, she quickly backed away and jacked my exposed length with both hands, urgently coaxing out my load.

"I'm gonna cum!" I grunted.

With a delighted smile, Adrienne popped me out, aimed my prick right at her gaping mouth, and stroked me furiously with her hands. She only had to wait another second before the entire organic cannon twitched and fired a glob of cum between her lips to splatter against her tongue. Her hazel eyes twinkled, shading towards that golden color I loved so much. And her lips curved into a smile.

Two more spurts flew out of me, splattering a bit across her lower face and starting to run down toward her chin. At that point, Adrienne shoved me back into her mouth, her throat muscles obviously working as she gulped down the rest of my spending. Her fingers squeezed my balls, coaxing out even more and more of my salty spunk. And unable to hold myself up any longer, I literally fell back across the bed as every muscle in my body turned to mush.

"Mmmm..." Adrienne hummed as she swallowed, sounding more blissful than if she'd been the one to experience a spectacular orgasm. Even when I started to go soft, her tongue licked the underside of my prick, prolonging the sensations while she gathered up every last drop of sperm. And only when I had been completely emptied out did she finally pick her head up and grin down at me.

"I forgot how tasty your cum could be," she quipped, scooping up a glob from her chin and popping it into her mouth. "And don't forget, that's the only man-cum I'll ever have for the rest of my life."

I just groaned and nodded weakly, wiped out by the force of my ejaculation.

Giggling, Adrienne then slid up my body, wiping her cheeks clean before leaning down and kissing me, this time one of the slow-burn variety. And after humming quite contentedly into our liplock for a minute or two, she pulled away with an impish grin. "Okay, NOW you can remind me that you're just as good at rug munching as any of the vapid models I've been screwing."

There was no time for romance; none was needed. The instant my re-hardened cock lined up with Adrienne's channel, she had lunged with her hips to capture me.

Lubricated by three orally-produced orgasms, Adrienne's pussy was an inferno of hot moisture. But there was no hurry to our movements. There was no conscious thought about how to best satisfy our partner. Together, Adrienne and I simply moved.

At first, Adrienne cradled my body, holding me with all four limbs to keep my dick at full depth while she simmered on the sensations of having my body on top of hers and having me inside her once again. We had another pleasant makeout session, this time without any clothes in the way. And really, it's so much more fun to make out with a hot babe while your loins are just as intertwined as your tongues.

Gradually, we sped up, the intensity of our kissing building organically as the expressions of affection expanded from kissing to petting to rhythmic humping motions. I pulled my head away to nibble at her neck. She dug her nails into my ass to drive me harder. And a full ten minutes after we'd joined, Adrienne groaned "Fuck me" for the very first time.

Slowly, I retracted my cock like the drawstring of a bow, building the tension with each fractional inch I pulled away. When the outer ridges of my mushroom head tugged at the inner edges of her entrance, I released the string, launching my cock like an arrow straight into her core, plunging myself back in.

"Ah, FUCK!" Adrienne grunted with the impact, grinning happily. "Do it again!"

Out ... IN.

"Fuck me, Ben!"

Out... IN.

"FUCK ME, BEN!"

OUT... IN.

"FUCK ME!"

Adrienne kicked her legs up and out, and I moved my arms beneath them so that her calves were hooked up by my biceps. This spread her legs wide beneath me, and the change in her hip position let me plunge even deeper while my hands gripped her waist.

It was an old, familiar position. She couldn't move. She couldn't twist away. I had complete control. And with her body completely helpless and pinned beneath me, I proceeded to ravage Adrienne's cunt without fear or restraint. I was fucking her as hard as I'd ever fucked anyone in my life, and yet we were making love.

It was our way.

There wasn't much thought put into it. No playbooks, no diagrammed schemes. I didn't count vertebra or seek out pleasure nodes. I just held onto Adrienne's hips and fucked the everlasting shit out of her. She screamed and howled loud enough to announce to the entire house that I was fucking the everlasting shit out of her, and neither of us cared. So it was two in the afternoon. So three of our siblings and two parentals were right downstairs. Who cares? I had Adrienne in my arms, and around my dick, once again.

"FUCK! ME! FUCK! ME!" Adrienne chanted while I hammered her so hard that her entire body shook with each impact. Her massive tits bounced and gyrated and jiggled in wobbly orbits. Her head tossed side-to-side as our fucking motions made the entire bed quiver.

"FUUUCK! MEEE!" she howled as she climaxed. Her pussy muscles clamped down, forcing me to put that much more effort into my abdominals to continue pistoning through her tighter tunnel. Her voice suddenly cut out as her mouth gaped open in a silent shriek, the first time she'd gone silent in a long while.

The sound did not return as her orgasm passed, though her body relaxed and went somewhat limper beneath me. Adrienne pulled her legs back, causing me to release them and let her re-cross her ankles behind my ass. The new position held me more tightly within her, so that I couldn't continue the long, loping lunges. Instead, I rotated my hips in tight circles while she raised her hands once again to my face.

"I love you, Tiger. Forever and always," she crooned.

Something snapped inside me at her words, but it was a good snap. Mentally, I ALWAYS held my own orgasm at bay in a carefully sealed bag, containing my eruption so that I could give her all the pleasure I desired to give her before finally giving in and letting myself cum. With three words, Adrienne cut that seal open so fast I didn't even realize it. And all of a sudden I was groaning as my liquid love poured out of me and into her body.

Adrienne eyes widened when she realized what was happening. She too was surprised by my cumming without warning, but her smile told me she was quite pleased to have such an effect on me. "Forever and always," she repeated soulfully, gasping as she felt the renewed flow of my ejaculation pouring into her. "Forever and always," she crooned one more time, and then she squeezed me fiercely as my body collapsed on top of hers, all strength having left my body as I simply let gallons of spunk gush out of me.

A long time later, the world came back to me. I wasn't sure if I'd actually passed out or not. My ejaculation hadn't been so explosive as to knock me out, and yet I couldn't clearly recall what had happened to me for the past few seconds.

It didn't matter. Adrienne cradled my head to the crook of her neck and still had all four limbs wrapped around my body. That was all that really mattered. So I simply sighed in rapturous pleasure as I relaxed my neck, re-closed my eyes, and enjoyed the heavenly bliss of the moment.