3 comments/ 71658 views/ 12 favorites Christian Loving: Shechem By: flawed_ethics Reuben laid back in the couch, mindlessly watching sports highlights on ESPN - remote control poised to switch the channel should annoying commercials or PGA updates surface. He simply wanted a little peace and quiet to end his day. In the back of his head, Reuben knew it the thought was a pipe dream. Matthew would return from the library at any minute eager for the sloppy details. Sure enough, his roommate walked through the doorway. He kept a friendly smile at Reuben - who returned it likewise as the door was slowly pushed closed behind him. No sooner did the doorknob lock into its divot that Matthew asked the question nagging him all night. “So man, how was she?” Reuben chuckled, shaking his head as he reclined on the couch. “Man, I’m under the impression you think I know how to handle women!” “C’mon dude!” Matthew said in excitement as he made is way to the living room. “Try and see this from my perspective for a moment. I know my roommate is striking out in the female department. I also know about Eva. We heard Eva and her roommate suggest that they might be up for a foursome if things his off right. I saw how she was dressed before I headed off to the library.” “I can do without re-reading Nietzsche for the hundredth time already,” Matthew said in frustration, letting his backpack carelessly crumple to the floor. “That dead fucker ain’t getting any clearer. Don’t tell me I spent four hours nose deep in that book for you to go away empty handed!” “Okay,” Reuben began, setting the television on mute and casting the remote aside. “So, she was obviously coming on to me. You saw that. Well, after you left, we were sitting down together watching some film on the tube, and she’s rubbing up against me.” His roommate pulled up a chair from the table and sat counter to Reuben as he continued to tell his story. “Her legs are silky smooth man. Her skirt was slowly riding up on her. We’re doing our little small talk, dropping innuendoes here and there, and she takes my hand and puts it on her leg. I mean, like, right near the crotch! I didn’t realize how worked up she was - it’s like her pussy was breathing on me down there she was so hot!” “Oh my god - are you serious?” Matthew replied laughing aloud. “Yeah! It was nuts! She was going on about how her last boyfriend hadn’t treated her right, and couldn’t satisfy her when she wanted, despite her ‘fully satisfying’ him,” Reuben said, miming quotes in the air with his hands. “And she’s purring as I move in to get closer to her - breathing slightly on my ear and doing that thing women do with their eyes, you know?” Matthew was intrigued. They'd both met Eva and her roommate at a house party - fortune favored them as Reuben charmed her and Matt won the hand of the other. The highlight of their conversation was that the two women had made out in the past. An easy ploy to work over men, and this time it worked flawlessly. At the time, she was still with her ex-boyfriend, keeping Reuben in the wings. Eva had recently broken up with her ex when she ran into Reuben that night, and was ready for the rebound. “So we start kissing,” he continued, “moving our hands across each other’s faces, her body pretty well pressed against mine. Fucking great kisser. She works her lips and does feather touches with her tongue, like no woman I've ever kissed before. Anyway, we’re making out, and she’s dancing her fingers all over my body. I’m caressing the side if her chest, feeling up her breasts...” “Are they real?” Matthew interrupted. Reuben grinned from ear to ear, slowly nodding in the affirmative. Matthew swore aloud, rejoicing that they had found a natural pair of great tits. “Anyway,” Reuben drew out, continuing his story. “Her fingers make their way to my pants. She starts unbuttoning them, and I’m like, ‘whoa, where are you going?’ She goes, ‘ Have you ever been sucked off by a woman with a tongue stud?’” They both started laughing. “I didn’t even answer! She just pulls down my pants and boxers, and of course I’m stiffening up by then. She pulls it out, starts meowing around it, and then takes it in.” A small moment of silence passed between them before Matt continued. “Is it really that much better?” “Dude, you have not had a blowjob until you’ve had it done with a tongue stud!” They roared in laughter as Reuben continued. “I thought I had stamina. I’m an experienced guy, I can control myself.” “You’re a master of the trade, master of your domain!” Matthew bantered back. “That’s what I thought! Fuck no! Maybe I’ve just never had it done that way before. But, no - she’s a pro. That’s the only explanation! She starts off teasing the head while she’s got her lips around my shaft. Then she takes me in all the way; and I mean all the way! She keeps it there for a while, and then she presses her tongue up against the underside of my cock and slowly pulls back out! It drove me nuts - I almost came right there.” Reuben continued. “She’s sucking me in ways I never thought possible. And she’s keeping eye contact with me the whole time, humming that sensual hum like you see in pornos. Ahhh - I was in heaven man - I don’t know how I held myself together. She sucks me up until I’m ready to come, and then she says, ‘No, not yet. I want you to suck my tits first.’ She takes her shirt off, and puts them in my face.” Matthew was ecstatic. They'd found a wanton bombshell. “So, then what?” “Well,” Reuben whimsically responded, “I enjoyed myself on them.” “Fucker,” he said again in his friendly jealous tone. “So what? You just gorged yourself?” “Well, that long hair of hers is brushing up against my face. She reaches one of her hands around the back of my head. It was as if she was guiding me on her chest. So, she must have been looking down at me for a while as I, well, gorged myself at her bounty. Fuck - I sound like a pig!” “You are a pig! We’re all pigs. So please, continue.” “She eventually throws her head back - I felt her hair literally fly away from my face. She’s moaning - she’s loving it. I feel her other hand go down along her body to start playing with herself. So I figure, hell, why not join in? I reach my hand down there, and the next thing I know we’re both mingling around down around her pussy. Each of us teasing her lips while taking turns dipping in and out.” “Shaved?” “Oh yeah,” Reuben replied with a sly smile. “Daaamn...” “No shit! I have a tit in one hand and a pussy in the other,” he said, gesturing with his hands. “It’s great. I’m squeezing her tits, giving them little nips - and she’s all for it. Her purrs are getting a little more intense, and she’s defiantly getting wet down there, you know?” “How are you holding up?” Reuben’s roommate interrupted. “Well, I’ve got my boner aching from that blowjob. If I didn’t have her tits in my face, I’d have to fuck something. But we’re bringing ourselves to a climax, so it’s all good.” “Anyway,” Reuben continued, “She starts lightly purring my name. ‘Reub, Reub!’ Fucking sexy as hell. I pull away a bit to look up at her and she looks down at me and goes, ‘I need it Reuben, fuck me!’” “So I lie down while she crawls up, and she’s got her eyes locked on my cock. I still don’t know what she was looking for, because I'm average, you know. Maybe she was looking to see how hard I was - or hell, maybe she craves hard cocks.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah, how modest of you. Keep going,” Matthew said not much caring for his roommate’s tangents. “Whatever, she’s looking at it all the way as she slides onto me. Her look was sexy as hell though. Hungry eyes all the way. She’s not the tightest. She’s probably been around - but damn she knows how to work it.” Matthew listened on as his buddy continued to recount the night’s events. “She’s groaning and yelping as she works her hips - and she’s milking me good. We do this for a bit - I’ve got my hands groping around her waist, and she asks if she’s a dirty girl.” Matthew broke out laughing. “Holy shit! Damn ... why do you always get the kinky bitches?” “Dude,” Reuben cautioned. “So I say ‘yeah, you’re a naughty girl.’ That gets her all wet or something, because she just starts pumping up and down on me. She has the smacking sounds going, and I don’t think I can hold out much longer. Then she goes, ‘I’m being a bad girl, aren’t I daddy?’” “And she’s already calling you ‘daddy?’” Matthew’s disbelief of his friend’s good fortunes continued as Reuben thought of how to conclude his story. “So,” he said after a pause, “I just lay there, I don’t know what to say. She keeps going on, like, ‘Oh daddy, make me feel all better. I’ve been a naughty girl father, forgive me?’ And, I don’t know what it was, but I couldn’t take it. I flipped her so she was on her back. Then I started to come.” “Whoa, whoa! Did she get off?” “I doubt it,” Reuben said with hesitation, a quiver hiding in his voice. “I mean, she started cooing and all, but I pulled out, and came on her stomach.” His roommate’s eyes flickered from fascination to panicked confusion in a heartbeat. “Her stomach?” Matthew reiterated in disbelief. “Yeah. I know. It was stupid. But she did dab her fingers in it and taste them for a while before we cleaned up.” “Yeah?” Matthew thought for a moment, trying to salvage what he could from his buddy’s botched efforts. “Well, you did play along with her. From what you're telling me, most jocks I know wouldn't last fifteen minutes with her. And she wanted to play with you, so you excited something in her. I guess not all is lost.” “I know,” Reuben acknowledged, disappointed by his own actions. “But she’ll still be coming over this weekend. She said that much at least.” When he rested on his bed later that evening, Reuben thought back to her. He thought back to the look on Eva’s face as she called out to him as ‘daddy’. Her words echoed incessantly inside his head. It was those words, and the image of Rachel skewering herself on his meat, that surprised Reuben. His own stepmother, whose belly was growing large with his child. He came early over Eva because the imagery still had an effect on him, and he lost his concentration. He sidestepped that detail with Matthew. He didn’t need to know. Nobody did. As it had all summer and into this semester, the very thought haunted and consumed him. The sandman was generous in letting him doze off early that night - but not without flashes of Eva and Rachel satisfying themselves though him. * * * * * Reuben’s head was in the clouds all day. Coupled with the reminiscence of his fuck last night, his mind was swimming about tomorrow. Plenty of work still lay ahead of him. He had to sweep, vacuum, tidy and organize as much floor space as possible in the house. Planning for this upcoming house party was becoming more difficult than originally anticipated. His roommates were helping out, but even they were lagging in their duties. Matthew’s internship was taking up more and more of his time. With the basketball pre-season camp well underway, Jude was spending more and more time in the gym. Often times Reuben would come back from his lab studies late at night, just to find them resting in front of the tube. Not that he couldn't blame them - he just wanted some relaxation time of his own. Besides, that was not his only concern. He was also juggling how he could accommodate Dinah coming over to visit him for the weekend. His sister scored well on her SATs, better than his scores. Discussions with the family towards the end of summer often circled about which universities she should consider attending. Cost, separation and the usual barrage of questions surrounding the decision arose. The possibility of going to the same college as her brother surfaced, and now she was taking it into more consideration by coming to visit it this weekend. Reuben had welcomed her to crash at his place during her stay, forgetting about the party that same weekend. Now he was in a pickle. After mulling over the issue further, Reuben decided Dinah would stand to gain a deal of insight as to how the college life operates. Seeing how students party, even if it involved a little underage drinking and regrettable behavior, would go a long way to preparing her for her own college career. Then the next two days he would show her around campus. There were plenty of pamphlets and information about what fields of study and classes were available. He imagined dotting around the various buildings, visiting the various research facilities his campus provided. He recalled his own excitement when he realized just what his university had to offer in addition to the stereotypical Animal House lifestyle. He was sure he would find it a blast. He was sitting on the porch reading Thoreau when the familiar beaten blue Chevy pulled into the already cramped driveway. He saw Dinah through the windows, putting away the maps, junk food and CDs that accompanied her for the trip. Gathering an assortment of odd ends she made her way out of the car. The force with which she opened the door showed she did not realize just how close the neighboring house was to her car. Thankfully, she managed to stop the door from slamming into the house’s side. Her eyes darted around for a brief moment to reassess the situation. Eventually she slowly squeezed her way out without her purse or other belongings, reaching back in to get them before closing the door behind her. Dinah also managed to stumble over the extended root of a nearby tree in making her way to the house. Reuben simply shook his head, visibly holding back his chuckles. “Shut up,” Dinah said. The look on her face indicated she could spin stories about him in a heartbeat. It was good to see her again. He helped his sister unpack her belongings. Dinah was somewhat taken back by the rustic look of the house’s interior, but quickly grew to admire how her brother and his roommates adapted to its cramped quarters. Matthew later introduced himself to her. Despite the sense of urgency for the night’s festivities, Dinah began to feel surprisingly welcomed for the weekend stay. Once she squared her stuff away in Reuben’s room and they discussed the sleeping arrangements, the siblings headed out to grab a bite to eat. Reuben pointed out the various hot spots for students as they walked deeper into the college town surrounding campus. Dinah’s energy swelled at the mention of the campus. Her speech quickened as they discussed what areas they would visit tomorrow. A skip developed in her pace as he mentioned visiting the Botany department’s public greenhouses. She certainly was taking in the youthful college atmosphere, dying to experience anything it could throw at her. Over their sandwiches, the two discussed how things were at home. The family was good. It had been decided that Reuben’s room would be converted for when the baby arrived. Fortunately, the baby was not due until February. Reuben would have time to clear out any personal things when he returned for winter break. After that, their parents would transform it into the baby’s room. Reuben already missed the comfort of knowing you can always go back home, to old friends and places. Such is life though, he thought. He was still welcome though, and knew things could be much worse. “I have these to show you,” Dinah said, reaching into her purse. “Dad and Rachel went a little wild at one of the baby stores a few weeks ago. They bought all sorts of crazy things.” The pictures she handed him showed a variety of odd things: celebrations for Dinah’s eighteenth birthday, random photos of her friends, then the series that showed off a handful of baby trinkets. A crib, baby clothes and baby monitors soon littered the photographed images. Even diapers could be seen in the mix. Reuben knew his parents were excited over the new child through his phone conversations with them. The photos proved how taken in they were. Dinah began remarking how annoying the baby talk and mannerisms between their parents had become. Reuben softly chuckled at her remarks as he reviewed the pictures. He came to one of Jacob and Rachel in eveningwear - undoubtedly for the corporate party held every fall where his dad worked. What struck him was how much Rachel’s belly had grown. For being early in her second trimester, she was exceptionally big. The picture mesmerized Reuben. Her form in the photo looked so healthy. Despite being pregnant, she retained an alluring figure. Her breasts had increased in size. Her gown left much to the imagination, but it did not deter Reuben. Seeing her dressed up, knocked up, was doing something to him. His eyes outlined the fullness of her breasts, right down to her enlarged nipples readying to feed her young. The form of her tender and precious body in her evening dress burnt itself to his memory. Soon enough his stepmother was naked in his mind, the glow of her fertilized and growing body making Reuben less aware of where he was. He envisioned her lying on his bed, as she had when he first came into her. Only now her belly protruded, her breasts enlarged with milk for her child. He imagined reaching over her radiantly alluring form. Whereas once he'd glided his hands over her fit abdomen, they now followed the contours of her pregnant belly. With his thumb and index finger, he gently pinched her engorged nipple. The mere touch sent Rachel into moaning as her nipples yielded their milky reward. He passionately rubbed her sensitive, luscious nubs. Her liquid ambrosia continued to flow. Feeling it between his fingers as it trickled down her breasts drove him mad with lust. Holding back no longer he treated himself to her yielding tits. Tasting Rachel’s nectar dribbling into his mouth now solely occupied his mind. The sensation of her bud squirting its precious milk was divine. Reuben’s lips suckled on her breasts, relishing every drop. He could feel his stepmother hold the back of his head to her breast as she continued to nurture him. In an instant, Reuben startled himself out of his seat. The back of his mind heard his sister calling his name, only realizing it a few heartbeats late. It was once he registered that he was fantasizing about his stepmother - his pregnant stepmother - in a busy restaurant with his sister, that he literally jumped in his seat. Dinah’s perplexed yet amused look suggested he had merely zoned out for a little bit. “Reuben, are you okay?” “Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” he responded, gathering himself together and reorganizing the photographs. “I, I just can’t believe how big Rachel is.” “Yeah, I know. It’s something, isn’t it? She’s probably gonna be as big as a house before all is said and done. It’s gotta be twins or something.” He shot his sister a look. “Twins?” “Well, I would imagine, given how big she’s gotten. Not that I know much about looking pregnant. Or anything for that matter. Just a guess.” “So they’re only expecting one child, right?” “Yup,” Dinah enthusiastically replied. She noticed her brother seemed surprisingly relieved. * * * * * Back home, Reuben prepared himself for the night’s festivities. While taking a shower he reflected on the photo of his parents. Was that his child growing inside Rachel? Was his stepmother carrying his child? The idea, which seemed so exciting and perfect in the early summer, left him fumbling for a way to cope with its ramifications. Rachel discussed the matter with Reuben once the truth was known. It was imperative his dad be seen as the child's father, regardless of who actually impregnated her. There was no mistake about that. Given the phonological similarities between Reuben and Jacob, there should not be any visible way to tell. The child should be healthy too. Although Rachel and Reuben committed incest, they were not genetically related. How would Reuben bring himself to look at the child? How could he go home and casually act as if Rachel’s newborn was not his? Rachel’s showering of maternal affection would be natural upon its birth. What about his own? How would he be able to control his emotions of being its father without letting their secret out? Something inside him urged him to be by Rachel’s side, to be the father figure the child saw when it first entered this world. Christian Loving: Shechem Reuben stewed in his thoughts for a moment before shaking them off and finishing his shower. He knew the answer to all his questions. As the situation stood, no one knew for sure who the father was. There wouldn't be any paternity tests. It would be Rachel’s and Jacob’s child and that would be the end of it. Wrapped in a towel, he made his way back to his room to change. Opening the door to his room, he barely took a step in before a woman’s piercing scream that stopped him dead in his tracks. Before comprehending what had happened, a force slammed on the opposite side of the door, blowing Reuben back into the hallway. “Pervert!” his sister yelled from behind the slammed-shut door. “I’m changing in here!” Disrobed from his towel, Reuben sat dumbfounded on the floor. He heard his roommate Matthew step over and ask what the commotion was about. “I dunno, I just tried to get into my room.” Matthew nodded, not quite sure why his roommate was sitting naked on the floor. Details seemed complicated from his viewpoint, and instead Matthew asked, “So, going commando today?” Catching his remark, Reuben tossed it back. “Yeah. Women like guys who lay everything on the table.” “The ladies are going to be disappointed tonight,” Matthew quipped turning back to his work. After ten minutes of standing around in his towel, Reuben finally succeeded in gaining access to his room. Dinah, indeed, had changed. Her tee shirt and relaxed jeans had given way to a blue tank top and tighter shorts. She must have changed her bra too, since her breasts were suddenly prominent. What little cleavage showed on her small chest held her brother’s gaze for a brief moment as he walked in. “Sorry about that,” Dinah apologized. “I just didn’t want you to see me naked.” “That’s okay,” he replied making his way to the closet. “I kinda like standing outside my own room dripping wet in just a towel.” After a brief silence, Dinah spoke up. “Soooo, is your girlfriend going to be here tonight?” It was the way she began her question, in drawing out the ‘so’, that hinted to Reuben he was in for a series of personal questions. He did not much care for how she tiptoed in getting to them, but he understood they would be touched on eventually. “Yeah, she said she’d be here. Pretty soon actually.” “What’s she like?” “I dunno. Long black hair. Brown eyes. Great eyes, actually. About my height.” “I see,” his sister mused. “And how is she in the chest department?” He thought how best to answer his sister as he readied his clothes. “Ample.” “Ample,” she repeated. Wasting no time, she pressed onward. “You fuck her yet?” He stopped in his tracks, caught off guard by his sister’s forwardness. “Awfully inquisitive tonight, aren’t we?” “Just curious.” “Same difference,” he retorted, putting on his shirt. “Well, have you?” He waited in responding. He knew what she was getting at. “Yes, we’ve fucked.” She sheepishly nodded in response. “Hey, you’ll like her. She’s pretty fun.” It was obvious Dinah was lost in her own thoughts right now. “Okay, I’ll just wait outside while you finish up then.” Reuben knew that whether they joked about it or discussed it privately, Dinah was uncomfortable about her virginity. It wasn’t an image issue. She had grown into an attractive woman. In fact, she had toned her body remarkably over the summer with her athletic regimen. Decent eyes, good smile. She was fun and as outgoing as any other girl, with her own group of friends and connections. Still, few of her male peers took interest in her. Growing up with a super-Christian for a stepmom somehow earned Dinah a reputation that she wouldn’t put out. On top of that, Dinah developed her own high standards. She did not want some meathead to be her first steady boyfriend. She wanted someone sensible, older and mature. Someone who would make her first night of romance something unforgettable that she would always treasure. Reuben’s conversations with his sister as to whether she would always be an old maid always steered the same course. He repeatedly cautioned Dinah that her standards were not too high. ‘It's better to wait then spend that time in regret,’ he often reminded her. He knew Dinah understood that she should not give herself to the first man that offered to take her. Unfortunately, patience was not her strong suit. Still, he somehow knew things would be better for her come college. Opportunities for someone like her would be much brighter than high school could offer. With a tie of his shoelaces, Reuben was set for the evening. “My, my,” Eva greeted him as he stepped outside his door. “Aren’t we ready to get down?” * * * * * Dinah spent most of the evening hanging around a group of Reuben's female friends. He certainly was not wasting his charm with the ladies. They all knew him from some sort of school function, be it classes or circles of friends. So many people knew him from their friends that Dinah had no trouble flying under the radar. Almost effortlessly, she mixed herself in with the college crowd. She downed a few wine coolers as she hung out with the girls. Dinah would add a comment or two in their conversations, keeping her profile low to better fit in. The poison of choice was an odd fruity mix she was not too sure she cared for. An hour after the music was playing she found herself accustomed to the beverage. The cap to her fourth bottle banked into the garbage can when she felt a presence behind her. “Jude!” screamed one of the girls in her group. “Hey, long time no see,” the tall, muscular fellow responded as he bent down to give the girl a hug. His black shirt seemed somewhat tight on him, although his massive frame accounted for it stretching across his chest. His smile complemented his stylishly spiked hair. Dinah was quick to notice his sparkling blue eyes when he turned his gaze on her. A sudden sense of flattery overwhelmed her as she stood in his presence. She quickly fumbled with the hair on the back of her head as he introduced himself. “Hi, I’m, uh,” she fumbled. “I’m Dinah!” Her huge smile escaped what reserved bonds of shyness she had. She giddily bounced in extending her arm for a handshake. His huge palm practically engulfed her dainty hand, but his shake was firm yet sensitive. “Dinah,” he replied, trying in vain to recall if he ever had met her. “I don’t believe I’ve ever met you.” “Oh, I don’t get out as much as I should.” “Well, I’m so happy to see three such lovely ladies here this evening,” Jude retorted, glancing a handsome look to the small group. The foursome continued to stand and hang out, discussing the usual conversation topics. Concerts that were coming up. Camping and vacation trips. Seemingly anything but school, Dinah noticed. Just as well for her, she thought, since she managed to keep her relationship to Reuben a secret. Not that it would ruin her, but pretending to be part of the college scene was becoming quite thrilling. As the night wore on and the keg continued to flow, the attention spans of her female companions began to wane. Try as he might, Jude’s lavishing of attention on them could only do so much. The two finally decided that maybe they'd had a bit much to drink. Busting out a pack of cigarettes, they made their way to the front door, asking Dinah if she wanted to join them. “Are you sure?” one asked after Dinah turned down the offer. For a moment, she wondered if the two girls knew something she didn’t. “I’m sure, but thanks,” she finally responded. “So,” Jude spoke up, moving in closer to Dinah. “Do you know anyone that lives in this house?” Dinah welcomed the intimacy of space between them. Her face felt warm and a little woozy from the drinks. A stupid little smirk somehow plastered itself to her face. The experience was fantastic. It was her first college party and she fit in without a hitch. If this is living the college life, she was so ready for it. “Well, I know Reuben,” she said in getting back to his question. They both looked across into the sea of people packed into the living room. A strobe light accentuated bodies promiscuously grinding obscenely against each other. Dancers melded with the beat of the music. It was a mesmerizing display of arousal and expression. A far cry from the usual clumsiness that one might expect at a party. In the middle of the pack they could see Reuben and his lithe girlfriend. Her arms draped around his neck as Dinah's brother lavished himself on her neck. “Yeah, Reuben’s cool,” Jude said, a lack of enthusiasm hinted in his voice. “Pretty smooth with the ladies too.” “Is that so?” Dinah asked inquisitively. “And you’re not, or something?” Jude turned around. The inviting, flirting smile on her face caught him by surprise. She leaned her body a little towards him, bringing her face and breasts ever so slightly closer together from his viewpoint. A good view of her cleavage straight down her tank top held his gaze for a moment. He'd written her off as a little flat before. Maybe it was the alcohol, but those small curves complimented her body all the greater with every pass. “Well, I’m pretty popular, to be sure. One of the perks to being a star college basketball player.” “Really?” Dinah asked, her eyes widening. Jude struck a pose for her. “Jude Shechem? Forward for the team? I was Rookie of the Year in our conference two years ago. You never heard of me?” She found herself in a pickle. “I, just don’t follow sports that much. But wow!” Dinah could not believe this whole time she'd been striking a conversation with a popular campus icon. The excitement and ambience of the party began to overtake her. She decided to step up the level of interaction between them. With a wink and a wiggle, she moved up against him, her chest just inches from his. “That’s impressive.” “Well, thanks,” he said smiling back to her. Returning her motion, he draped his drink free hand around her shoulder. His thumb quickly began fumbling with the strap of her top. His action never motioned to remove it, but still suggested as much. Jude fielded Dinah’s questions about his basketball prowess as she flirted with him. How he broke freshman records in earning his starting spot on the team. The team was drawing national attention because of his efforts. Of course, a steady workout regimen is necessary to continue his level of performance, hence why he was late in showing up to his own house party. They each got another drink before settling on one of the couches. Dinah’s eyes focused on his face, his frame. Tall, handsome and a star! What strange odds placed them together tonight, and how lucky was she that this Adonis was returning her attraction? She barley began downing her fifth wine cooler before she got the embarrassing urge to break for the restroom. Having never drunk much before, the sudden need to relieve herself was foreign. Excusing herself, Dinah handed her drink to Jude and made her way to the bathroom. Jude looked around as she made her way. Apparently, Matthew had given up working the door. Now he was walking around, as if something were amiss. Jude gave a nod to Matthew as he passed by before continuing to scan the crowd. He recognized many faces. Some of the females were previous conquests. Admiring fans his celebrity status managed to help him bed. He'd noticed earlier that none of his steady booty calls were here, though. At least none he recognized. No, if he wanted to get his rocks off tonight, he'd better stick with the little number he had right now. She was lacking in many departments as far as his eyes were concerned. Still, a fuck's a fuck he told himself. Another conquest added to the list is another bragging right. Although Dinah appeared giddy to be around him, she was not giving any of the usual signals that she wanted to become intimate with him. Jude hadn't banged a chick since last weekend. His desire to get off in someone’s pussy had been consuming him all day. The gym outfits of the sorority girls at the fitness center had been enough to get his engine going. He was laying out how to spread his charm and bag Dinah when he caught Reuben out of the corner of his eye. The beauty with the long, dark hair had a firm grasp on the front of Reuben's shirt as she dragged him to his room. No doubt what was going on there. Knowing what that buxom lady was going to do to his housemate drove Jude's patience to the edge. He had to get off, and soon. Reaching into his wallet he slipped out some small tablets. He dropped one into the wine cooler he was holding onto. With a casual motion, he grabbed his beer and continued to down its contents. “Miss me?” Dinah asked as she approached him. A slight stagger presented itself in her step. He reached out for her, inviting her to sit on his lap. “Yeah, but it’s good to relax. You’re a real wine cooler fiend, aren’t you?” he said as he handed Dinah’s drink back to her. “I think I’m getting addicted to this stuff,” Dinah chuckled as she grabbed and continued to drink from her bottle. In her drunken state she wanted to lean against him, but she reminded herself she was only doing this for fun. She looked out over the dance floor to make sure her brother was still present. Despite her efforts, she couldn't find him in the crowd. “Did Reuben take off?” “No, he’s still here. He and that girl just aren’t dancing on the floor anymore, you know?” Dinah’s mind began to swim. Reuben and that girl were doing the nasty, no doubt. She giggled at the idea. She began laughing at the notion that she was giggling at the notion prior. Already she couldn't remember what it was. Whatever it was, it was becoming hilarious. “What’s so funny?” Jude asked. He was part curious, part testing the water. Dinah took a deep breath. Her body felt simultaneously weightless and heavier than a ton of bricks. Every flash of light from the strobe seemed unusually extreme. The beat of the music grew louder, pulsing madly in her head. The dancing crowd became an indistinguishable, fluid mass of people. Even things in close proximity were suddenly a blur. Despite her worsening state, she continued laughing. “I,” she drew out for few seconds, “don’t think I’ve never been ever this drunk before.” She held her drink out, looking at it, before taking another swig. She looked at Jude’s face. He asked something, something about how she was doing. ‘I don’t know,’ she thought, unable to get the thought to her mouth. The room was spinning around her. A slight numbness began pricking about her face, spreading from her top lip over her body. With every pulsatingly slow second, Dinah became more nauseous. She managed to throw an arm around Jude’s neck and collapse her body along side his. “A little drunk, are we?” he asked for his own amusement. Dinah simply rolled her forehead against his shoulder. The rhythmic sensation somehow pleased her. It kept her awake and moving, at least. She did not quite know what was happening to her. Attempts to retain a comprehensive thought proved futile, as she could not keep straight what had just happened even a minute ago. “You want to lie down?” he softly asked her. Dinah continued rolling her head on his shoulder, as if she were unaware of his question. He asked again, eliciting a sickened moan from the young girl. He finished his beer and stowed hers away behind the couch. With a firm hold, Jude lifted Reuben’s sister up to her feet. Slowly, they made their way to his room. * * * * * Reuben grunted as he rammed against the wall. Eva screamed in excitement as she felt his pole thrust deep within her. Her wetness allowed his pulsing cock to gain full entry into her hungry snatch. The sensation was unearthly. Wasting no time in his inebriated fucking state, he began rapidly pounding his prick into her. Eva let out another squeal that further fueled his lust. “Oh, you’re such naughty man! You want to fuck my brains out, don’t you?” “Fuck yeah!” he panted as he grabbed her hips for leverage. He was brining himself close to climax. Their unbridled lust in his bedroom, plus her insatiable appetite for sex was stretching as far as it could go. There was no bedroom foreplay - they took care of that on the dance floor. Her tight lowriders and ‘princess’ tube-top were enough to make him putty in her hands. The collar she wore practically made him her drooling slave. From the moment she arrived, she'd had him under her spell. When they weren’t drinking, they were dancing. Eva’s lithe body slithered around him all evening with an energy he'd never experienced. The woman caressed his face and body, wasting no time getting under his shirt and pants. By the time they left the dance floor, her hands were on his cock - squeezing and teasing his muscle. To her encouragement, Reuben managed to work his way under her top to her breasts, although it took a decent amount of alcohol to loosen him up. Her pants were too tight to get under, although it did not stop him from rubbing her pussy through her slim jeans. Now their clothes were scattered on the floor in a chaotic mess. Their mad passion made repeated thumping sounds against the wall separating Matthew and Reuben’s rooms. Reuben could only hope Matt wasn't there, although he couldn’t care. He and Eva were fucking each other senseless, and it was incredible. The dark-haired woman’s tits bounced on her chest as Reuben energetically pounded her eager pussy. Circling her tit and rubbing her clit was bringing her close to her hurried orgasm. She wanted to fuck this willing stud until the early morning, but she knew it wouldn't happen. He lacked the necessary stamina. Given what she learned during their prior fuck, he would be coming soon. She needed to get off as well. As his plunging cock increased its pace, Eva brought herself to cum. With a pinch of the nipple she sent herself over, waves of ecstasy coursing through her veins. Her vagina clasped tightly around his shaft. With what concentration she could muster in her state, she rippled her muscles around his meat. Her vagina induced Reuben to come. With a final lurch to benefit from the full effects of her talents, he shot his seed deep into her snatch. He felt himself weaken in his climactic state. He stiffened as his legs focused on keeping them both from crumpling to the floor in their orgasmic states. Blood drained from his head as all his energy focused on spraying his load into her. After relishing the moment, the two panting, exhausted lovers separated from each other. Reuben had to sit on the floor in order to collect himself; his head still fried from their release. With his blurry vision he saw Eva reach down and taste the mixture of their juices off her finger. “Goddamn you’re one kinky bitch.” “I just know what I like,” she said, swishing her index finger around her lips. “And that was incredible. I’m so glad my little puppy knows how to please me.” Reuben was still breathing heavily as he laughed at her remark. “Heh, heh. Wanna go at it again?” Eva’s eyebrow’s perked. Was he serious? The idea seemed enticing, but she didn’t want to try and create something from someone as drained as Reuben. “Mmm, I’d love to, but I can’t. I should check on my roommate back home. I did tell her I’d be back early tonight. Besides, I’ve got some stuff to take care of tomorrow.” “Just as well,” Reuben sighed as he lay down. “I should check on my sister. Make sure she’s doing okay.” “Oh, is your sister here?” She walked over to Reuben. There was a bounce of satisfaction in her step. She leaned over him, her tits dangling in front of his face. Her nipples were still aroused and stiff from the excitement they'd shared. “And you didn’t introduce me to her? Shame on you, Reuben. I’m going to have to teach you a few things about manners.” Christian Loving: Shechem “Is that so?” he jokingly asked. “It is. I think I’ll teach you a quick lesson before I go,” Eva purred, as she moved her trimmed pussy over his face. “Always clean up any mess you leave.” * * * * * Feeling something press apart her labia sobered Dinah up somewhat. Her vision remained blurred; her body still lost adrift a sea of emptiness. She found it strange that her curiosity as to what was going on remained unsatisfied. Perhaps it was her shortness of breath, or the thought of slipping away into a terrifying unknown. Regardless, she remained trapped in her state of confusion. Only the absolute terror of drowning in her sea of unconscious panic kept her awake. The fuzzy blur of the darkest gray began to yield shapes to Dinah’s impaired sight. As she continued to feel a foreign presence spread through her womanhood, she saw a form rise up over her from the surrounding darkness. Slight creaks from where she lay audibly distinguished themselves from the persistent hum that resided in her head. The shape was human, or at least familiar. Her eyes would not focus to help see who or what it was. Ruffles of the sheets around her confirmed that its presence was now over her. Slowly the body descended and pressed against hers. She could feel and hear it breathe against the side of her face as it continued to press up against her. Dinah tried to talk. No word passed through her lips. Even if she could talk, she didn’t know what she could say or ask. Her mouth only quivered in fear of what was becoming of her as silent squeaks escaped from her. * * * * * Having seen Eva out the door, Reuben merrily stumbled down the hall to the main area. Guests were displaying the effects from their night of heavy drinking. Queasy faces and dumbfounded gawks illustrated their inability to grasp the notion that the party was close to an end. Those who had hooked up sat on the couches against the walls. Their hands draped one another’s bodies as they mumbled nonsense to each other; occasionally bursting out in laughter for seemingly no reason. Those less fortunate held their beers at chest height, their eyes scanning the room for a last-second opportunity at salvation. He poked around the room for a while before heading into the kitchen. He found Matthew sorting through some trash. Reuben couldn't figure for the life of him why his roommate was sifting through the remains of discarded beer cans and plastic cups. He leaned against the refrigerator to take in the view, head buzzing, his mind swimming in a college brew of sex and alcohol. Reuben could no longer hold back his laughter. “What the hell was that all about?” “Oh, nothing,” Matthew said, glancing back at the trash. “So, how are you?” Reuben nodded, reaching to scratch the back of his head. He could describe his night at length. The wild sex. The uninhibited thrill of doing the deed with a bombshell like her. How time after time they brought each other to the brink of orgasmic climax, only to draw each other further in to the untouched recesses of their own carnal lust before exploding in one glorious moment of pure rapture. Instead, he simply exclaimed, “I’m beat!” “Yeah?” His voice sounded tired. His mind was wandering. He could practically feel the alcohol rushing to his brain with each heartbeat. The romp in the garden of pleasure must have affected the alcohol levels in his ystem. Fortunately it also left him exhausted. If he could get to sleep before it became too much, he thought, then maybe he might avoid paying alms to the porcelain god tonight. “I am going to be hung-over tomorrow,” he informed his roommate, his voice swinging to a regrettable tone. Then he remembered that his sister must still be here. He foolishly looked around the kitchen, already knowing she wasn't there. A feeling of confusion overcame him. He stepped back to the main room to see if maybe she was still there. Amid the plastered and sobering faces, he couldn't find his sister. “What’s wrong?” Matthew asked as he walked up next to him. “Heeeeey, where’s muh sister?” “I dunno,” Matthew replied, also giving the room a look over. The he remembered seeing her with Jude. “She was pretty plastered last I saw her.” Reuben turned a concerned look to Matthew. “Was she okay?” he quickly asked. “Yeah, I think so,” he said, trying not to spook Reuben. “I think I saw Jude help her to his room. She’s probably just resting.” * * * * * The young woman’s quiet yelps intoxicated him as he pressed himself through her. The girl was not a trophy fuck or meant as a memorable experience. He just wanted to get his rocks off. His mind flooded with desire when he pressed against her hymen. A virgin! He had fucked countless sorority girls, cheerleaders and all assortments of hot chicks. Threesomes and gangbangs were conquered territory for him. Yet, in all his experience he'd never claimed a virgin. Now he had an untouched flower quivering beneath him, his for the plucking. Jude looked down at the innocent little girl beneath him. Her blue-gray eyes showed neither pleasure nor fear as the others had. They simply stared into oblivion. Drawing in a deep breath, he pressured his penis against her innocence. It tore against him as he sheathed himself completely inside her. The feeling for him was like no other. He simply gasped, soaking in the sensation of taking a girl's virginity. The pain left Dinah breathless. Her mouth fell agape. She wanted to scream, but only held her breath. Her spine stiffened. Her hands clenched the bed sheets beneath her. The penetration was deep. It was becoming obvious to her. She was being raped. She wanted to escape. Before, her body lay unresponsive. Now it tensed up out of fear. This man, whoever it was, had overtaken her body. She didn’t know what to do. Her exposed body shaking, she began looking around. Her eyes met the cold stare of her assailant. “Ahh, you like that, bitch. Don’t you?” Her incredible tightness was driving Jude wild. The mental stimulation of claiming a virgin pushed him closed to spilling his seed. He could feel her body shake, the vibration jiggling her breasts against his chest. She was his to have his way with, and he was going to enjoy it. Dinah’s heart ached and body trembled as he pressed himself to the hilt with each plunge. The pain was intense, the force unbearable. She shut her eyes, not wanting to see his actions. Her hands tightened their grip on the sheets as he continued to desecrate her. She began breathing in gasps, waiting for this nightmare to end. Jude found the friction of her barely lubricated pussy out of this world. Compounded with her gasps and stolen virginity, he found himself in heaven. “You got a tight little cunt, don’t you?” he whispered into her ear, unaware she could not hear his words from the throbbing in her head. * * * * * Reuben and Matthew made their way across the room to where the bedrooms were. Reuben continued to ask questions about Dinah’s well being. He felt a little guilty for leaving her alone to drink while he had sex. Matthew reaffirmed that while she looked tipsy, she didn't have that much to drink. She might be quick to be drunk, but she shouldn’t be sick. Not really thinking, Reuben reached for the doorknob. He just wanted to make sure Dinah was doing okay. With any luck, she was already asleep. He was a little taken aback to find the door locked. He turned his head to Matthew, only getting a shrug in return. He was about to knock when he heard a voice from the other side. Pressing his head against the door, he heard Jude’s voice. “Oh yeah baby, you’re fucking tight. I’m gonna come, Bitch. Oh fuck!” Reuben froze. His heart began to plummet at the thought. He was sure the voice was Jude’s, but just what was going on? Again he turned to Matthew. “Are you sure Dinah went in there with Jude?” “Positive. Why?” Without an answer, Reuben heard Jude yell, “I’m coming! I’m coming in your fresh cunt, Bitch! Ahhh!” Both of their eyes widened as they realized the situation before them. Reuben quickly looked around for something. Anything. His roommate stood dumbfounded as to what action they should take. The sound of Jude’s gasps of ecstasy enraged Reuben. Finding himself with no recourse, Dinah’s brother took a few steps from the door. Collecting himself, he charged with all his might and broke into his housemate’s darkened room. The force with which he slammed into the door left him unbalanced. Reuben crumpled to the floor, violently crashing alongside Jude’s bed. Determination allowed his head to look up as his body panted for breath. He saw Jude naked, poised over the sedated body of some girl. His penis was rubbing itself off on her face. Reuben couldn’t quite tell from his vantage on the floor. All he knew was that the girl looked like his sister, and that was all he needed. “Christ man, don’t you knock?” Reuben stood up, mustering whatever restraint he could to not physically assault his housemate. Indeed it was his sister. Both her pussy and face shimmered with Jude's thick man juice. Tears slowly streamed from her face. Her hands still clutched the bed sheet for the life of her. Her lips still quivered. Her body still trembled. “What the fuck is going on here Jude?” Reuben asked, the words barely escaping through the rage pent up in him. Matthew could only stand in the doorway as he looked in on the mess unfolding before him. His sight remained mesmerized by the hollowness in Dinah’s eyes. They were staring at him, or so he thought. The confusion on her face spoke of a horrible act having just taken place. Dinah simply stared ahead; unaware that Matthew was with them as well. Her mind was still too dizzied and panicked to rationalize what was going on. Through everything going on in her head, she heard Reuben’s voice. For a moment, it calmed her as an aura of security washed over. His presence was always warm, something she knew she could always depend on. Doubt and remorse crept into Dinah’s mind. She had just been violated. The man who had raped her and stolen her virginity not only left his seed inside her but also wiped his penis off on her face. This was not how it was supposed to be. She'd let Reuben, her parents, everyone who ever had faith in her down. Dinah cried realizing she'd let herself down, too. She would never be able to take tonight back. This moment would forever haunt her, and she was helpless to do anything about it. Tears trickled down her cheeks as fear overtook her. The swelling emotions weakened her body. Dinah’s silence broke as she began to lightly gasp for air, trying not to bawl as she turned to look at her brother. His eyes met hers, and she saw his anger. Misinterpreting it, she began sobbing uncontrollably, crying out his name in forgiveness. Reuben shot a cold stare at Jude. “What the Hell did you do to my sister?” Jude’s eyes widened tremendously. “Your sister?” This was his sister? His inebriated mind was stunned. He drugged and fucked his roommate’s sister? He'd heard she would be in town, but still. Reuben’s virgin sister? Holy shit. The reality and gravity of the situation frightened Jude. He'd never faced this much heat in the past. His previous sorority girl fucks were usually too high or drunk to care if they have been another’s rag doll. Others were too timid to try to point the finger at him. Reuben was another matter. Reuben could easily hurt him. His size and build was already formidable - his rage made him uncontrollable. Reuben advanced on him. Jude quickly scrambled off the bed, away from his vengeful housemate. Reuben bent down to check his sister to see just how much damage had been done to her. After assessing the situation, he motioned Matthew to come help him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was your sister.” Reuben returned an icy glance back at him. He reached under Dinah, cradling her as he prepared to hoist her up to her feet. She released her grip on the bed, brining her arms and hands to her chest in a pathetic attempt to conceal her shame. Her body continued to shake, the sobbing only impeded by her desperate gasps for breath. Barely conscious, Dinah was lifted to Reuben’s side. A reminder that he was still tipsy arose when he exerted himself to keep Dinah from collapsing to the floor. As he steadied both himself and his sister, he came to realize how soft and tender her skin felt against his. It sobered him up a little, derailing his raging mind. Feeling Dinah naked along side him triggered memories of what she meant as a sister to him. How she'd helped him come to terms with their mother’s death as well as when their father remarried, her advice on his love life, and countless unrecorded events. All in her own way, the way only a sister can provide. “Seriously dude, I am sorry,” Jude reiterated, shattering the peace Reuben felt. “If there is anything I can do to help...” Jude’s voice made Reuben’s heart pump acid. The image of Jude poised over his sweet sister. She used to be so innocent. Now she had been deflowered. Shamed. Abused. Raped. He couldn't accept any help from the instigator. He made his way for the door. “You’ve had yours,” he growled. “I’ll have mine.” Matthew gathered up Dinah’s clothes as the two made their way out. Asking what he could do, Reuben instructed him to get the car ready. “We’re going to the hospital.” * * * * * It had been an hour since he checked Dinah in. Sitting in the waiting room left Reuben plenty of time to sort out the evening’s events. His sobering mind went back to when his girlfriend showed up. That's when things began to fall apart. He'd left Dinah alone. He'd left his little sister alone with a bunch of strangers. She'd been all right when his girlfriend cast her spell on him, but did he have to give in to their carnal desire? He felt so stupid. What was he thinking, leaving Dinah alone to fend for herself? He blamed himself. As her brother, he was supposed to watch over her and instead he'd left her to be raped by the first horny jackass to get his greedy paws on her. His housemate no less! Despite the sobering reality, he felt sick to his stomach thinking of what Jude must have done to her. Was she forced? Drugged? He couldn't bear to think about it, yet every thought became concerned with how this all had happened. If he'd only been there, he kept telling himself. If only he'd shown some self-restraint. This would never have happened. After stewing in his own troubled mind for another ten minutes, Dinah finally walked through the doorway. Leading the way was a nurse, assisted by a police officer. With a zombie-like trance Dinah dragged alongside them. She still appeared cold and stiff. Her face still expressed terror. Her eyes were vapid. Seeing his sister like this caused Reuben’s heart to sink. “We’ve done what we can. We’ve flushed as much sperm as we could from her. Applied spermicidal cream to her vagina. There still may be some deep inside her though.” The nurse handed him a container of prescription pills. “This is RU-486. She should consider taking this tomorrow if she doesn’t want to become pregnant.” “Is it that bad?” The police officer walked over to Reuben as the nurse sat Dinah down to talk with her. “Well, like she said, they've flushed out as much sperm as we could without injuring her.” He proceeded to pull Reuben aside. “We’re concerned about her mental state, though. The incident left her severely traumatized. We weren’t able to get much information out of her except that she had been drinking, and that was only after a blood test.” The officer continued informing Dinah’s brother about the gravity of the situation. He handed Reuben some pamphlets about state laws regarding rape, mentioning that he would keep this information on file if and when his sister would like to press charges. He handed him a card with contact information. “I’ve already gone over this with her, but I think it’s important that you understand the ramifications of how this is going to affect both of you. Brining justice to the sick pervert who did this to your sister will help to heal the wound. Understand, son?” Reuben looked down at the pamphlets in his hand. The gravity of the situation nearly had him paralyzed. He merely nodded his head. Soon after, the hospital waiting room was empty except for the siblings and the nurse receptionist. Reuben looked at his sister sitting lost in her own thoughts. She possessed a long and pale face. Hair uncharacteristically hung over her face in a frazzled mess. The staff had cleaned her off, but Dinah remained looking weakened and wrecked. Tears continued to stream down her face as Reuben approached. Her lips once again began to quiver. Her nose crinkled with every sniffle, trying vainly to control the anguish flowing from her eyes. She inhaled deeply and irregularly. When he sat down next to her, she buried her face on his shoulder. His shirt soaked in her tears as she unleashed her hatred for this world. All he could do was stroke her head and comfort her with his presence. A half-hour later, he called for a taxi. * * * * * Neither could get any sleep that evening. Upon arriving home, Reuben noticed Jude was still in the house, comfortably sleeping. He couldn’t believe his housemate’s nerve. With Dinah in an almost catatonic state, Reuben led her to his room to try to rest. Matthew spent the evening cleaning the house as he nervously awaited the siblings' return from the hospital. They discussed what they must do. Both roommates remained shocked that it had occurred. Reuben woke up to a Saturday afternoon far removed from what he visualized for his sister’s stay. The weather was great, yet the scars from yesterday still permeated the air. Even the energy in the air surrounding a day of college football didn’t reach him. Too many signs from last night remained. His hangover, the chaotic arrangement of the house’s furniture and the eerie silence that now followed him. It was the long, tense and fearful expression that still possessed his young sister that made his heart drop. She woke up a good hour after him, moving about with the self awareness of a zombie. Reuben sacrificed his room for her, ending his long night on a beer stained couch. As much as he wanted to talk to and console her, few words passed between them. No one under the roof found much to say, knowing what happened last night. Evening finally found Dinah’s tumultuous stay show signs of settling down. They did go to the police station the following afternoon to file a report. Reuben did most of the explaining as Dinah quietly stood along side him. Her expression showed she was lost in all this. His sister lightly shook as the police examined and questioned her. For the most part, Dinah could not remember much from that evening. What little she did remember she tried desperately not to recall. After the lengthy process, they decided to hold off on pressing charges for the time being. While Dinah knew she had never consented to having sex - she was just trying to be a flirt - there was no conclusive statement claiming she was an unwilling partner. Besides, she would have to go back home tomorrow. Dinah could not bear to tell her parents she was raped at her brother’s house party. No good would come from that. Their parents would have to find out eventually. A police summons in the mail for trial. He was a basketball star - and he would contest it. Moreover, he'd probably win, she gloomily thought. His kind always do. Jude was out when they arrived back at the house. The two didn't say a word on the way home. It was getting late already. The sun was setting, as was their opportunity to tour the campus. Reuben regretted the whole weekend. He figured it was his fault. The party. The wine coolers he managed to obtain for his sister. Not attending to his sister to make sure she was okay. It had led them to this horrible ordeal.