Author's note : This story features non-consensual sex between a sister and her unwilling brother. If this sounds like a story that you won't enjoy, please don't read it. The participants in this story are all at least 18 years of age.
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Jason Roberts braked for a red light.
"What do you think of this place then?" his sister asked from the passenger seat.
"Not sure yet. It's got to be better than the last one though."
"Yeah, you wouldn't want to end up drunk in the river again."
Jason rolled his eyes at her grin. "You're never going to let me forget that, are you?"
Zoe just smiled, blue eyes sparkling in the sun, as he drove off again. "I was tempted to get a part-time job and not come here you know."
"Really?"
The school building came into view as they rounded a corner. It was a magnificent, Victorian era building with elegant stonework and rambling wings. It reminded him more of a castle than the box-like concrete school buildings he had been used to.
"Yeah," she said, unusually serious. "But I didn't want to leave dad so soon after mum died."
Jason just nodded as he parked the car. The pair had grown used to understanding exactly what the other was feeling in the last year without having to say it aloud.
"Have you ever seen such an uptight looking set of students?" he asked, gesturing through the wrought-iron railings as they strolled towards the school.
Zoe took in the sight of the impeccably turned out pupils in the black and red uniform of St Cormier's, standing around in the pristine school grounds.
"They do look a miserable sort, don't they?"
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Jason had been assigned a guide to show him around. Dave Rogers was another student in his final year, a short young man with an easy smile and the obligatory black blazer.
"This place isn't as stuffy and formal as it looks actually," Dave told him.
"I couldn't believe it when I came in this morning and absolutely everyone was in uniform," said Jason.
"Ah," said Dave, hesitantly. He had a quick look up and down the empty flagstones of the corridor. "The Mantii insist on it."
"The who?" he asked, brows rising in confusion.
"There's something you need to keep in mind when you're here," said Dave in a low voice. "There's a group of students here, a group of girls that call themselves the Mantii. They have...power around here."
"Riiight. Is this an initiation joke?"
"No," he hissed, glancing around again. "It's weird, I can't explain exactly how it got like this. You'll find out what I mean though."
Jason looked at him, incredulously.
"You think I'm joking or crazy," he said, sighing. "Look I can't make you believe me but it's something you should know about it. Never mention the name to anyone, never talk about them but just keep it in mind."
Jason looked at his new friend, a bit bemused by his expression of earnest concern. Eventually he gave half a nod.
They made their way to the next class. The rooms inside the building reflected its impressive facade, airy and high-ceilinged. Dave introduced him to some of his friends as they sat down and waited for the teacher to arrive.
"Nice to meet you," said a lanky lad called Matt. "You'll be glad to know there's no rivers nearby."
They all laughed raucously as Jason's face betrayed his surprise. He joined in despite himself.
"Remind me to kill my sister," he groaned. "She can't resist telling that story."
Jason saw the laughter drain from Dave's eyes as footsteps approached from behind him. Assuming their teacher had arrived he turned round to settle himself down at his desk. Instead he found himself face to face with a tall, attractive blonde girl.
"Hi there, Jason" she said in a slightly haughty voice. "I'm Tiffany. I hope you are enjoying your first day."
"Thanks. Nice to meet you."
There was a definite tension in the guys behind him as Tiffany leaned slightly towards him.
"I hope nobody has been telling you any horror stories" she said, friendly smile on her face. "This really is a nice place."
Jason suddenly felt uncomfortable. Something strange was going on here and he had a strong inkling that telling this girl that Dave had mention a quasi secret society would not be a good idea.
"No," he said evenly. "I've heard only good reports."
"Good," she said, studying his face closely. "I'll see you around."
She gave Dave a quick glance as she left, each stride graceful and purposeful. Dave looked as if he'd just escaped being found by a Nazi death squad. Jason looked on in bafflement. What was going on in this place?
* * *
Jason felt more than slightly confused as he sat in the car at the end of the day, waiting for Zoe to emerge so they could head home. Dave had been extremely quiet after Tiffany had introduced herself and had slipped away as quickly as he could at the end of the day as if he was mortally afraid of her.
It left him thinking she must have pictures of Dave drunk and naked or something similar. There didn't seem to be any other way to explain just why she could have had such a hold over him.
Zoe appeared a few minutes later and greeted him with a sunny smile and a brief hug. They exchanged reports of their days as Jason drove home.
"Strange question for you," he said, feeling a bit silly to even bring it up.
Zoe looked at him in expectation.
"Did anyone say anything to you about something called the Mantii?"
"Er, yeah," she said. "A couple of the girls mentioned it, like a club of sorts for the girls in the school. Sounds like a bit of fun."
"Did they say anything about what sort of stuff they do?" he asked. "Guy called Dave was showing me around, he started talking about them as if they were the KGB. It was really weird."
Zoe laughed. "That wasn't what it seemed like to me," she said. "I'll find out for you."
Jason remembered the nervous tension that gripped Dave and Matt as Tiffany had approached.
"Maybe you shouldn't," he said and instantly felt foolish.
She quirked an eyebrow at him, smirking. "Afraid I'll be converted into a James Bond villainess?"
Jason laughed and shook his head but couldn't shake the feeling of unease his first day had given him.
* * *
Jason was in a mathematics class the next day when he began to perceive why Dave was so concerned by this mysterious group of schoolgirls. The teacher had given a disinterested introduction to projective geometry and set them a lengthy list of example exercises to work through.
The sound of pencils scratching on paper and the scratching of puzzled heads filled the room as the students began. Jason was engrossed in his work when he heard the clatter of a chair falling over.
One of the guys that Jason didn't know yet had jumped to his feet. The class turned to look at him.
"Is something wrong Gordon?" said the teacher.
"Blessed is he that readeth, and they that hear the words of this prophecy, and keep those things which are written therein: for the time is at hand," said Gordon.
Jason was bewildered. The teacher looked similarly taken aback. Dave however had a completely impassive expression, staring blankly forwards.
"John to the seven churches which are in Asia: Grace be unto you, and peace, from him which is, and which was, and which is to come; and from the seven Spirits which are before his throne," said Gordon.
Jason noticed his voice was trembling.
"I want a word with you outside the room," the teacher snapped.
Before Jason's startled eyes Gordon started removing his shirt.
