I would like to thank 'Techsan' for editing this story for me.
Authors note: This is the same family from 'A Marriage in Turmoil' only it's about their sons approximately six years later. It is a complete stand alone story.
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This story is about 'How do we treat family.' Well, eventually it will be about that. I'm Jacob, twenty-four years old. David is my younger brother who is twenty-two. I'm the jock in the family, receiving a scholarship to play football. I stand 6'2" and weigh in at about 220 lbs. Dave is the nerd of the family. He stands around 5'11" weighs in at about 185 lbs. Even though we are opposites, we are as close as two brothers can get. We share most of our life experiences together. There's nothing I wouldn't do for my little brother.
Our parents have really supported us in whatever we do. Dad owns a hardware store and I work there whenever I'm home. It gives me some spending money. After I get my business degree I may eventually take over running the family business. Dave on the other hand works at the store full time to help the parents out. He is a total brain and is a computer wiz. He has his own computer business on the side and helps different companies solve their computer problems.
I'm in my last year in college. I'm attending a university about a hundred miles from home. I go home at least once a month. When I first started college I went home just about every weekend. As you get older I guess you just don't get as homesick. Plus you start meeting other people and building friendships.
I've been rooming with four other guys for the last three years. We each have our own bedroom but share all the other rooms. It makes it kind of interesting when their girlfriends or dates stay overnight. You see more pussy than you can imagine. We all seem to attract quite a wild group of girls. I guess because we're all jocks. They seem to really like sex and some, not all, don't mind multiple partners. I couldn't tell you how many girls have been shared over the last three years. There isn't a week that goes by that we don't use up a twelve pack of condoms between us.
The one thing dad told Dave and me is to always wear a condom if we have sex. One reason is because of diseases and the other pregnancy. I do my best to heed dads warning. Dave said he always wears a condom.
I remember reading all these stories about sharing your girlfriends and spouses. I can say from experience that sharing a girlfriend with your buddies is no big deal. It quite a turn-on to watch your buddies fuck your woman while you fuck theirs. I really like these girls but I know I wouldn't want to marry them. They are my college days 'fuck'. My future memories, which so far I have a lot of.
After our game on Saturday we are all headed to a Halloween Party. Everyone must wear a costume if you expect to get in. I decided to go as a Buccaneer. I went to the costume rental store and picked it up. I thought I looked pretty neat. All four of us guys jumped into a van and headed to the party. It was being held at one of the big bar hangouts. We went there after most games to either cheer or drown our sorrows, depending on whether we won or lost the game.
The party was in full swing when we got there. Just about every kind of costume you can imagine. I went over and got a beer and was just watching the crowd when I saw her. She was beautiful. She was dressed like 'Alice in Wonderland' and looked just as good. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She looked like someone very special. I watched her dance a few dances and then would go over to sit with a witch. Not a real witch, just a girl dressed in a witches costume.
One guy I didn't know walked up to her and asked her to dance. I could see her shake her head 'no' Then the creep reached down and pulled at her arms to get her up. I saw her telling him no again and then she was getting aggravated. I jumped up from my chair, walked over to the table and got her a glass of punch and then took it to her. I said, "Here, honey, sorry it took me so long." I looked at the stranger and said, "Thanks for watching my girlfriend while I was gone. You can go now."
The guy looked at me with a worried look and walked away. I looked back the girl and asked her name.
"I'm Alice of Wonderland, can't you tell?" she smiled.
I smiled back and said, "A very beautiful Alice if I may say so. My name is Buck, short for Buccaneer. May I have this dance, Alice of Wonderland?" She got up and we were dancing to a slow tune. She thanked me for saving her or at least intervening. We stayed on the dance floor for a few dances. When we looked back, her witch friend was joining some other people so Alice and I went and sat by ourselves.
I just couldn't get over her. I was like in a trance, I could almost say I loved this girl and I didn't even know her real name. She was just so great to be close to I can't find the words to describe my feelings or why I had them. She looked great, she smelled great, a smile and dimples that were unbelievable. There was just this radiance about her. I kept asking her different questions but she avoided most of them. I did find out she was not a student at the University. She was a friend of the witch who did attend the University. Her friend had asked her if she would like to come to this party a few weeks ago and she decided to go.
Alice mentioned she lives in Newark, which is a town about fifty miles away. She works in an office in her town, she was single but did have a boyfriend and didn't know if she did the right thing in not letting him know about the party. I told her there is nothing wrong with going to a party and if her boyfriend didn't like it she could break up with him and go with me. She just laughed. The funny thing is I meant it. I really did.
One of my roommates came over and asked Alice to dance. I looked up at him and said, "Get lost, Bill! I'm not sharing Alice with anyone."
Bill looked up and said, "Come on, man, I thought we shared everything?"
I looked back at Bill with rage and said, "Get the fuck out of here before I kick your ass."
Bill just said he was sorry and left very quickly. Alice looked at me and said, "What did he mean by share?"
I just explained that we were all roommates and we have lived together for three years and could we please change the subject.
"No, I don't want to change the subject. I want to know if your roommates share women? What kind of woman would let men take advantage of her that way and why would you be a part of it?"
"I . .I . .I don't know what to say to you."
