The Sex Closet (Closed to Kimberlee)

[Musician89]

Name: Alex Thomas

"Open your applications, Brothers!" the Fraternity House's President commanded from the front of the room, "The ultimatum of complete and blissful fun awaits!"

The room seemed to explode, mayhem erupting as the Frat's senior members pulled out their smart phones and began pressing buttons, excited yells and words being heard as the guys all dispersed into excitement, already discussing who they thought would be on the list this year.

Alex Thomas sat back and smirked. If anything was known on this campus, it was the simple fact that he was one of the "popular" kids, if you may. His looks played a major part in why he was well-liked, and he wasn't ashamed of the fact. He and his sister, Kim had come from a good-looking family. They were both attractive, and they both knew it.

The President gave his Brothers a minute, then dropped into his big, plush chair and tapped an icon on his iPad. Single images of nearly fifty startlingly beautiful women dressed in tight jeans, skimpy bikinis, clingy tank tops, and some of the shortest shorts appeared on the giant flat screen mounted high on the wall. Almost instantly, an uproar of whistles, cat calls, and crude descriptive words filled the room. And while each of the girls looked completely unique in their choice of clothing, the color of their hair, the color of their skin, or the expression on her face; the one thing they all had in common, was something in her picture that represented her membership of the Fraternity's Sister Sorority.

Alex searched the small pictures quickly, looking for one face in particular. He'd only gotten about a quarter through the pictures when the president decided to blow an bullhorn, causing the brothers to settle a bit. Next, the president gave instructions on how this set-up would be cooperating today.

"You know how it works, Brothers. It's the same damn way we've been doing it for the past twenty-six years, only a little more high-tech than when our fathers and brothers participated in the legacy years with hard copy photos and paper ballots. God knows that would take us days. What were they thinking?"

A crowd of laughs formed as the president slid his finger across the screen of his iPad, causing a repeated scrolling of sexy pictures to scroll across the screen, showing yet another sexy Sister, identified by first name and a number, as if a piece of meat.

"As the Sister's image appears, you vote," He continued explaining. "When we've scrolled through the entire list, the twenty-five Sisters with the highest number of Yes, I'd fuck her votes remain. Any Sister who gets four or more Not with a million condoms votes is automatically eliminated."

Suddenly a very unattractive obese face of a sister wearing a thong bikini that practically disappeared within the folds of her obesity appeared on the face, causing the room to exploded in crude, almost painful groans; everything from beer cans, to ball caps, to handfuls of popcorn flew out toward the flat screen, anything to make the image disappear.

"Save it for the voting!" the President ordered, trying his best to suppress his own moans of revulsion at the picture that his sister president had throw in specifically to get the frat brothers going, she loved to tease them. He continued, "When we've voted on the entire list, we will then vote again, this time for ratings. Ready?"

Not having heard the entire words of his president, Alex was curious. He leaned forward in his chair and waited until his president looked up to direct his question to him. "What's the second vote for again...?"

"Brothers, brothers!" the President called out, getting them to stop dispersing in their own conversations long enough to answer him. "The question has been asked, What's the second vote for? And of course the answer is?"

"Equalization!" they called as one voice. Suddenly, all of the other brothers stood and made a single, crude pelvic thrust and called out, "And Inversion!"

And just as quickly as they'd risen, they fell back into their seats, erupting in laughter once more.

The President leaned toward Alex and explained more clearly. "The sisters are voting on us too. Once both houses have finished, we'll link the results together. If they have fewer of us on their Put it in me! list than we have on our Let me put it in you! list, then we trim the lowest rated brothers off our list. Or if there are fewer Sisters on our list -- which, by the way, has never happened--"

A brother who'd been listening in to the conversation called out, "'Cause we'll fuck anything that walks, and they won't!"

There was another round of laughter, then the President finished with "Same thing, the list gets trimmed. Understand?"

"Yeah." Alex responded, cockily. "So ... we all get rating numbers, from the most attractive to the least? Easy doings here, boys." He said more to himself than the president, in an arrogant voice. He couldn't wait to hear the results.

The President looked up from his iPad as he waited for the roaring noise to die down before addressing the brothers. "Okay, let's start this show! First up, Sexy Lexie Morgan!"

The President slid a finger across the iPad's touch screen, and the first image to have filled the screen returned. Cat calls filled the room as the very attractive, young woman in tight jeans and a bikini top appeared. "Let your dick do the voting, gentlemen. Think with the little head."

The voting and the chaos surrounding it, continued onward. One beautiful woman after another appeared on the screen as Alex watched on, voting along side his brothers as if at an election day, voting for their next president. Alex laughed softly from the thought as he watched slide after slide of women fill the screen, throaty yells and high-pitched whistles filling the room as they proceeded onwards with the voting.

And while eying the sexy candidates and selecting the simple Yes or No on the ballot, Alex was fiddling with his thumbs as well, bouncing his knee particularly fast, because he knew that odds were, eventually a particularly good looking woman was going to appear on the screen and blow every one's socks off. It was just a matter of time.

"Only three more to go," the President announced. "Are we tired of this yet?" He teased.

"No!" The brothers called out.

"Do we need to quit early?" the President instigated, wanting to hear their protests.

"More pussy!" The brothers called out, well practiced after two and a half decades of tradition.

"Fine." The President said, sliding his finger across the iPad again.

Only three more to go, Alex thought. Maybe she decided not to partici--

And then suddenly, there she was. The picture that their father had called porn, their mother calling it prostitution in form of photography, and that Alex himself had printed a copy of and periodically fantasized over. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. Like he mentioned previously, she was stunning, and she had no problem flaunting it.

The room exploded in yells, the brothers falling into a synchronized chant of Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! that Alex thought was going to break the glass of the trophy case on the wall behind his head. Yet somehow in this uproar, Peter was able to feel the tingling in his own crotch, which caused him to instantly tense up in his chair. This should not be happening at a time like this.

"Your sister, right?" a voice called out, just loud enough for him to hear.

Alex's head snapped quickly to find the President looking directly into his eyes. The 'top man' of the frat house smiled. There was something about the smile that bothered Alex. It wasn't a lustful, hungry smile like most of the brothers surrounding him, but a wistful, knowing smile. Alex swallowed the tightness in his throat before he heard the president's statement: "Don't worry about her, she'll be fine. I hear she's a big girl." He winked.

Alex didn't know what to say, so he looked down at the screen of his phone instead. What does that mean? 'She's a big girl'? Alex knew she wasn't a virgin; she'd had more high school boyfriends than he could count, and once had even been caught in bed with a guy from her class, naked by their mother.

Peter hated the idea that she was on the list projecting from the president's iPad. She could have totally opted out of the Sex Closet event. But of course, she would never have been eligible for any positions of authority or power in the Sorority. They would have never even given her a chance, and Alex knew how much she wanted to play an important part in the sorority's future.

He despised even more the fact that the president knew she was his sister, and somehow knew for fact, that she was going to make it to the finals, or whatever you wanted to call it. In the end, Kim would be having 'casual' sex with one of the fifty-nine other men surrounding him at the moment. One of these sleaze bags would have their hands on his sister's body, his dick in her pussy.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, Alex began to think of how he had learned about this event in the first place. How all brothers learned things, from their president. The guy was a total slut, good thing Kim had turned him down! He remembered when he had learned that the female participants would be coming from the fraternity's sister sorority; his actual biological, blood sister's house. His first thought, of course, was that she'd never do something this wrong, this inappropriate. Then home for dinner one night, Kim had backed out of a family get-together the night of the The Sex Closet Event, and Alex discovered the truth.

"Did you vote?"

Alex looked up from the dirt marks in the golden carpet as he pulled himself from his thoughts at last, trying to make sense of what question had just been directed toward him.

"Excuse me?" He asked, slightly confused.

"Did you vote on your sister?" the senior frat officer asked, keeping his voice low enough so that only Alex could hear him. "You know, it's okay to vote her as Fuckable. A few years back, I voted my cousin as such." He told Alex with a lustful smile and wink.

Alex laughed uncomfortably before looking back to his phone, the yes and no icons lighting up his face as he gave in and pressed yes, of course. He may not want her doing this event, but he would never sabotage her chances of getting a higher positioning in the house.

Alex had missed the last two pictures as he'd been thinking over everything, so he selected no on each, not caring about the girls, or what they looked like. The only female on his mind at the moment, was his sister. Was she totally fuckable? He shook his head once more before looking up to the podium at the front of the room.

The president announced the end of the first round of voting, the original collage of fifty sisters reappearing on the screen, more than a third of the photos now gone.

"Okay, round two." The president announced. He pushed the group through the next round at twice the rate, they'd already been at this democratic process for nearly an hour. After all the women, including of course, Alex's sister had gotten their ratings, the president announced the voting closed and ordered every one to the Pub a couple of blocks away for a celebration.

"When will we know?" Alex asked the Fraternity's commander in chief curiously.

"Know what?" the president asked. Alex shrugged casually with a smile as he looked him dead in the eye and asked:

"Who made this list, which girls, and which guys. I'm curious to see the outlook of who I might be fucking."

"Tomorrow." the president said with a cocky smile, matching the smile on Alex's face. "And don't worry about little sis, I'll make sure she get's special treatment." He winked before walking off, making Alex irritated.

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Late the next day, the president of the fraternity was in the office of the sorority president. Sitting at her laptop, they uploaded the fraternity's data from a flash drive. They would be the only two people out of the Houses who would know who was matched up with whom, as it had been for a quarter of a century; and once the event was over, the information would be deleted and the flash drive melted in a ceremony attended by the members of both houses.

The printer hacked out two copies of the ratings, each president taking a copy before they each started reading. It only took a moment for them to see the error in the program.

"Inversion," they said, nearly simultaneously. The frat president took both copies from her and stuck them into the shredder as the sorority president went back to the data entry program and initiated the inversion step. When she hit print this time, the fraternity's list had been inverted, putting the Most Fuckable Sisters at the bottom.

The pair reviewed the list, agreeing once they'd gotten most of the way down that it looked right this time. Suddenly, the frat president's finger stopped its tracing down the page on a particular pairing. He looked up to find his sister officer staring at him with a surprised expression.

"How do we fix this?" she asked. "We've never had this happen before, unless you count that close call between you and your cousin a couple of years ago. Just switch a couple of names?" She asked him curiously.

When her equal officer didn't answer her, she looked at him curiously. He instead just stared at the list as his smirk turned into a broad smile. She asked again, "How do we fix this?"

Suddenly his subconscious kicked in, and he remembered Alex Thomas' question about what inversion was. He hadn't been paying attention at the time, and to be honest it would never have occurred to him at the time to warn the new officer that there was a possibility that the inversion step might put the siblings near one another in the final list, let alone directly across from one another.

But his mind was cranking, and he saw an opportunity here to have a bit of fun. The beautiful red-headed Sophomore who had politely turned him down for a date a few months back would get her payback here, he had finally found the solution. He looked up at his sorority equal and said: "I don't see anything that needs fixing."

Her eyes widened. "You can't be serious?"

"Hey, it's the luck of the draw." He told her firmly. "Who are we, to mess with a quarter century of tradi--"

"They're siblings!" she exclaimed, shocked. "Brother and sister! We can't put them in a room naked together and tell them 'Go for it!'. It's completely wrong!"

"The pairings stand," He said firmly, beginning to remove his tie and unbutton his shirt. "Luck of the draw." He repeated. "Besides, the rules say they can't talk to one another. But you know as well as I do, that they almost always do. They'll introduce themselves, despite the prohibition against it. And after a shocked Oh my god!, they'll come shooting out of there like a bullet from a gun."

"Maybe," she said, dismayed that he was going to let happen what would surely be an embarrassing event they'd never forget. She stood too, turned off the computer monitor, and in a single, swift movement, pulled her summer dress up over her head, leaving her standing before him in nothing but a tiny thong. "You just better hope that the shooting that takes place isn't him firing into her." She said firmly.

"Trust me." He assured her, moving her back toward her little bed as he continued stripping his clothes off. "There isn't going to be anything between them like what we're gonna have between us tonight."

As she layed back and pulled him to her, she parted her thighs and grasped his dick before she began to stroke it, kissing him deeply and murmuring: "Shoot away, Pres."

 

[kimberlee]

The sorority meeting was more quiet than it had been last year. I think that was due to the new Inversion step added to the process. It meant that though we'd all sent our hottest pics, this year - rather than being matched with a guy rated equally hot. Instead, this year, the hottest rated Sister would be matched with the lowest qualified rated Brother.

There was talk and speculation as to who might get matched to whom, what he might be like in bed and any number of other criteria of the unknown lover's physicality.

I have to admit that I was at least relieved that I wasn't going to be paired with their president. The man was quite attractive but had an oversized ego to counter balance it.

I also have to admit that I wasn't adverse to sleeping with someone who might otherwise consider me out of his league. I suppose rumors might say that I am something of a size queen. The truth of the matter is that I'm attracted to intelligence. Physical plusses are far from unwelcome, however. I merely built up a fiction about why some of the men I'd seen might not have been considered equal to me in good looks.

I was even looking forward to what awaited in 'the closet.' No Strings Attached sex. If the sex was good, I was thinking on perhaps giving whomever my partner turned out to be my number so that he and I might get to know one another should he be unattached.

At the moment, we were voting on whether or not we believed the brother in question was fuckable. Our options from last year, "Oh Yeah!" and 'I wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole' had been altered to 'Fuck Yeah!' and "Wouldn't Fuck Him if He Had a Ten Inch Pole." I was uncertain how to respond when Alex's, my brother's, picture came up. I obviously didn't plan on having sex with him; but, I didn't feel right voting against him being allowed to enter the sex closet. If my vote cut him from the list...

'Come on, Kimberly, and press the fucking option,' I told myself.

I clicked on the "Fuck Yeah!" featured choice and went onto the next fraternity brother. I pressed the other option on a number of other guy's pics - mostly guys I knew who just totally turned me off. I figured the program probably would only pair Brothers and Sisters who had approved of one another's pictures. I counted on the Sorority and Fraternity Presidents to make certain that the Brother I'd approved of and joined with in 'the closet' wasn't my own brother, Alex.

* * * * * * * * *

I'd heard I'd made the list before I got my own look at it. I'd rated fairly well. Not number one, but I was in the top ten.

A friend jokingly offered to take care of Alex in and out of the closet. I grinned but just wasn't into picturing my big bro having sex with anyone. I suppose it's like the way you feel that your parents must have had sex an equal number of times to match the number of children they'd had. I just couldn't view him as a sexual being.

I knew he was a tad bit shy around women; but, he had the looks. And if the woman was patient enough to allow him to warm up to her, she'd find that treasure trove containing all the precious bits of his personality that made him such a great person.

I wondered for a bit as to why his picture had almost seemed to play down his attractiveness. I recalled having seen one of him bare-chested and he'd have definitely made it to the top of his list. Then it hit me. That sneaky son of a... Could he have done it to get out of being in the closet with one of our lower rated Sisters who'd just managed to make the list? I struck it from my mind. I knew Alex well enough that I was fairly certain the main reason behind his wardrobe choise was more likely because he wasn't comfortably exposing himself like that before a good number of women he didn't know all that well.

Perhaps he'd been hoping to dodge making the list altogether. Still, no matter how you downplayed it, my brother's a really good looking guy that I'm sure not one of the girls here would toss out of bed. Well, myself excluded of course. He may be a great guy and I may know him better than any of my fellow sisters or brothers do; but, he is my real brother after all.

I shrugged off my mind's useless wanderings and thought back on the brothers that had made it and wondered which of those would be joining me in the 'Sex Closet.'

 

[Musician89]

The rest of the day seemed as if it had taken an eternity to pass and end. All the guys were rowdy, so he could do nothing but sit around on his phone or laptop, trying to occupy his mind, trying to not think about his president speaking of special treatment to his sister. If he really put her with some stupid arrogant asshole, he was going to be pissed.

"How'd your meeting go?" He sent to his sister, Kim. He wondered what his sister voted for her, what she was thinking about now.

Rolling over in his bed, Alex yawned and was asleep before the vibration of his phone occurred with the responding text of his sister.

When he woke the next morning, he yawned before making his way to the bathroom. Rubbing the sleep out of his eye, he made eye contact with his own appearance in the mirror and flinched as realization hit him hard. Today was the day that they would find out the results for the Sex Closet.

Checking the time, Alex knew that he had a little over an hour until they would be posted online and individual texts would be sent out to each contestant announcing their ranking. Jumping into the shower, he quickly washed up, shaved fresh, brushed his teeth, dressed casually, and made his way downstairs to see what his brothers were up to.

The morning passed much quicker then expected, results were posted, texts were sent. Alex had made the list, quite high up too. He saw the girls that made the list and noticed that his sister was part of the top ten, of course she was. She was his sister, but he wasn't blind. She was fairly attractive and he wasn't ashamed to admit it. He had a beautiful sister.

Most of the guys teased him about his sister, saying that maybe he'd get lucky and tap that, but that was ridiculous. When he shooed the idea away, another guy yelled that if she were his sister, he'd tap that. What was wrong with people these days? He obviously thought about his sister in that light before, but he could never 'tap that', could he? No. And he was sure that the presidents of the Frat and Sorority would make sure that didn't happen. He'd just end up enjoying himself with another girl.

But who? He wondered.

 

[kimberlee]

I dressed more conservatively than I had last time. Then, I'd been one of the Sisters who'd practically put all her wares on display. I had wanted to attract the Brothers and I was just so goddamned nervous.

I hadn't thought of the other possible messages I'd be sending like - 'I don't care who I'm fucking tonight because I want to take all of you on.' This assuredly was NOT the case. However, the present fraternity president had been in charge of his brother pledges and had seen me when the pledges had our own variation of this 'game.' He wasn't the only one who thought I'd welcome him with open thighs at the flash of his smile.

No, this year I wore a favorite pair of Lee's and a top that offered a peek at what one of the men across the table would be sampling. Some of the Sisters continued to openly offer the men a look here and there. For some, it was a nervous reaction to our current conditions while others simply wished to push the boundaries of conventiality and chose to do so with their attire or lack thereof.

My eyes roamed the room as I wondered to whom I'd been paired. Once or twice my eyes fell on Peter. It, of course, wouldn't be him; but, I nodded and grinned encouragement. He looked nervous - god knows, I was.

I listened to the speech our mutual presidents were giving with half a mind as the other moved from one Brother to the next. I wondered how each was in bed and whether or not it was he - well all except for Peter, of course.

"What happens between you and your partner is up to you" the Sorority Prez warned, "so long as it is absolutely, totally consensual! No means NO! Not maybe, not in a bit ... it means no."

At her words, I flashed back to Sister Cathy's informative talk explaining that we shouldn't worry about any rumors of webcams. It was the first I'd heard on the matter. She nodded gravely and told us that any such devices were there for our protection in case of communications failure where 'NO meant NO for one but not for the other. She'd also assured that any such feeds would not be recorded and we needn't worry about becoming 'porn queens' overnight.

I felt a cheap thrill rush through me then at the simple thought of being watched while having sex. I supposed the cams would have the option of night vision or else whoever was 'working security' would be staring at a dark screen the entire night.

I suppose I should have felt some shame in the fact that I was wet at the thought of it all; but, I honestly did not care.

At the mention of the hoods and blindfolds we'd been afforded, I donned mine sending a last smile and wink of encouragement my brother's way and hoping that he, at least, was paired with a decent lover. I sure hoped I was.

Now blindfolded and hooded, I awaited my guide. Soon enough, one of my Sisters' arms helped me navigate from the room and toward The Closet.

I walked up and down stairs, through deserted hallways and meeting rooms so that I might become disoriented and be unable to say in which room I'd spent the night. It seemed as though my walk might never end when suddenly it did.

"We're here, Sister. You go, girl. Give it to him," I heard a female voice speak with enthusiastic encouragement.

I wanted to say that he wouldn't know up from down by the time I got through with him, but remained silent as the rules dictated. I was just hoping he made me as disorientedly happy as I planned to make him.

The door was then opened and I was guided inside until the aforementioned robe was at my feet. "Go for the gold, honey," she said before I heard her steps retreat and the door shut.

I had gone commando and not worn a stitch of underwear. My shirt was a pullover and, after removing my shoes and socks, I shimmied out of my jeans. I then knelt and ran my hands about until I found the robe I was to wear.

I rose to my feet and put it on then carefully walked toward where I guessed the bed would be. I found it and seated myself - opening the robe to start fingering myself so that I'd be ready when he arrived.