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Delta Alpha Chi is the most prestigious sorority at Darien University. But it has secrets. Dark secrets. And when young Sloan Crosby learns what she has to do to get in to DAX, the revelations are huge, both for herself and for her parents, who have a history they have never shared with her or her brother. Because Sloan wants to join the "Incest Sorority!" ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ "Do you want to screw me, Sebastian?" Clair whispered. Her tongue ran over her lips. "I am so turned on right now." She giggled. "It makes me feel...naughty." Through the thundering of his blood, Sebastian clung to sanity. Her body was molded to his. Despite the pounding in his groin, he noticed how they were almost the same height. Her body rubbed against him teasingly, then slid away as he shuddered. One hand dropped to his crotch and stroked him through his slacks. "I want to see you," she whispered in his ear. "All of you." She tilted her head towards a door. "My bedroom's right through there." Her eyes were wide and avid, her chest falling rapidly. "I'm so wet," she said. Her teeth fastened on his earlobe, giving him a sharp nip. "Oh, God. Da..." she caught herself. "My boyfriend is going to be so cross with me when he finds out about this. He might make my punishment extra special." She hiked the hem of her dress up. Sebastian's eyes widened as he discovered she wasn't wearing any panties. "No one will bother us while I'm supposed to be interviewing you. Come on, Sebastian." She turned around, grinding her rear on his erection. "Don't you want to screw?"  This is nuts. But his body was responding. There was something about Claire's open, naked lust, her undisguised and slightly kinky randiness, that turned him on. "Yeah," he whispered. "How long has it been?" "Long enough." She turned around, her fingers undoing his belt. "Yeah," she said, as she pulled his pants down. As she undressed him, her face sank to crotch-level, and she eyed the evidence of his erection admiringly. "I'd say that's long enough." She giggled. "Even for me. "Come on. Out of those clothes." Before he could lose his courage, he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side, then kicked off his shoes, so Claire could pull his pants off. He stood on one foot, then the other, as she took off his socks. Lastly, with an inner gulp, he removed his boxers, until he was standing naked in front of one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. "This way," she whispered, pointing to the door. She set her hand on his shoulder as she followed him. He opened the door and took a step inside. Then stopped, staring, blood rushing to his face in horrified mortification. The click as the door closed and locked behind him barely registered. "Sloan?" They stared at each other. "What are you doing here?"

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Incest Sorority

By Alana Church

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2018 Alana Church

~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

“Delta Alpha Chi?” Sloan Crosby’s brother stared at her. “At you sure?”

“Of course, Sebastian.” Sloan put her hands on her hips, and tried to stare down her nose at her big brother, which was difficult when she stood only five-three, and her tall, gangling sibling came in at well over six feet. “It was Mom’s sorority. Why shouldn’t I pledge it? Just because you enjoy being a GDI doesn’t mean that I should.”

“A gee-dee-what?”

She sighed. Sometimes, she thought, despite his brains, her brother was just too dense for words. When would he wake up and realize there was more to the world than his books and movies and computer? “A God-Damned Independent, Sebastian. You know? Like you are? Too caught up in your books and classes to pledge a fraternity?”

He shrugged at her. “I got better things to do with my time than to spend it around a bunch of mouth-breathers whose biggest goal is to get blasted on cheap beer every weekend. Besides…”

“Besides what?”

He shuffled his feet uncomfortably. “The Deltas have a reputation. Everyone thinks they’re a bit…weird. Even I’ve heard about it. And I could give two shits about the Greeks.”

She flipped her hand. “They’re just jealous. Everyone knows that Delta Alpha Chi is the most prestigious sorority on campus. They don’t just let anyone in.”

“So why do you think they’ll let you in, Pookie? You barely managed to get into school here at all. If Mom and Dad weren’t both alumni, I bet your application wouldn’t have gotten as far as the review board.”

Sloan flushed. She knew she wasn’t as smart as her older brother. Sebastian was brilliant. Everyone said so. Her dark-haired, dark-eyed sibling had been impressing his teachers ever since elementary school, while she had to work her ass off to even come close to matching his grades. Even if Mom and Dad hadn’t both gone to Darien, he probably could have scored an engineering scholarship. It wasn’t that she was some dumb, blonde-haired, blue-eyed bimbette, as too many boys her own age assumed, but she didn’t have the innate genius of Sebastian.

Or her mother, either, if she was forced to be honest with herself. Aspen Crosby was devastatingly intelligent, beautiful, rich, and successful. The CEO of Thunderdome Securities, an investment firm she had founded with her husband, Blake, took second place to no one when it came to analyzing financial opportunities, a skill which had made her and her family almost obscenely rich.

And Sebastian was right. If she wasn’t a legacy, the daughter of two of Darien University’s more influential graduates, she might not have gotten in to Darien. She might have had to settle for a public school. She shuddered delicately. She wasn’t a snob. But the thought of attending a college where just anyone could get in was just…wrong. She and her brother had been brought up on San Francisco’s Gold Coast, attended the best private schools, and, despite Sebastian’s dangerously democratic notions, she knew she and her brother were superior to some poor schlub from El Segundo, who had only got in because of good test scores and the fact that he was a scholarship boy.

“Listen, Sloan.” Her brother’s voice was apologetic. “I’m sorry. I know how much getting into Darien means to you. But seriously? Mom’s sorority? I know you admire her. Hell, I do, too. She’s brilliant and successful as fuck. But don’t you think you’re carrying hero worship just a little bit far?”

“It’s not just that,” she snapped. “Delta Alpha Chi is one of the most influential sororities in the country. Not just this campus, but nationwide. Do you have any idea about the contacts I can make if I get in? God, check out the website, if you don’t believe me. A good quarter of the women on the Fortune 500 list are members of dee-ay-ex. If they let me pledge, I won’t have to worry about finding a job after I graduate from here. I’ll have so many offers I can take my pick.”

“It must be so nice to know that you can make your way on your merits,” Sebastian replied sarcastically. “I mean, I’d hate to think of you out there, shivering in the cold, worried that you might have to compete with someone who had actually earned their chance, rather than being born into the Lucky Sperm Club, like you and me.”

“It’s not my fault Mom and Dad are rich,” she flared angrily. “Besides, we’re smarter than other people. Better. Why shouldn’t we run things?”

“God.” He put his head in his hands. “It must be fantastic to be eighteen years old and know everything. Think what would happen if you hadn’t gotten into Darien, and had to go to some other school, like Cal or Stanford. You might actually have to compete with other people. Oh, no,” he mocked. “And if you didn’t get a six-figure job as soon as you graduated, you might actually have to dip into your trust fund just to survive. The horror!

“Listen, freshman.” Sloan rocked back, startled to see a glimpse of real anger on her normally mild-mannered brother’s face. “I came to Darien because they have a first-rate engineering program, and because it’s close to home. But don’t go shitting on people because they weren’t born rich, like you and me. There’s a lot of people around here who earned their way in. Yeah, it’s a private school. But it’s got a healthy scholarship program for deserving people because a lot of people like Mom and Dad have given back to the school. If you make the wrong remark in front of the wrong people, you’ll find yourself on the wrong end of a punch in the face. You might not realize it, Sloan, but other people have their pride, too. And a person who has clawed their way up from the barrios or from some tiny little farm town in Nebraska or Kansas or Illinois has a hell of a lot of it. And if you ask my opinion, they have a better right to it than people like us.”

She stared around the spartan loft apartment, where her brother lived alone, and made an exasperated sound. “Whose side are you on, anyway?”

“I’m on the side of smarts. Look at this country, Sloan. Can you say with a straight face that it’s being governed properly? Right now the loons and goobers are running the show. So anything that will hold back all the nitwits is fine with me. Jesus.” He ran a hand through his hair. The dark brown mass stood up like the fluff on a dandelion, and she had to bite back a grin. “Right now, looking at the news, I think we’re a good sneeze away from World War Three. And you’re worrying about what sorority you’ll get into and whether there will be any of ‘those people’ there. Why don’t you move to India? Then you can make sure you won’t have to hang out with any of the Unmentionables.”

“That’s not fair!”

“So is what you’re doing.” He scowled at her. “Go on. Go for your prestigious little sorority. Buy a bunch of friends. Join the Masters of the Universe. But don’t come begging for my help when you do. I saw enough of that shit freshman year. All those rich douchebags who couldn’t wait to get out of the dorms because they knew, deep in their black, scabby little hearts, that they were better than the rest of us.

“Someday,” he swore, startling her with the vehemence in is voice, “they’re going to come to me for help with an engineering problem, and I’m going to laugh in their big fat stupid faces.”

“Damn.” She raised her brows and backed away a cautious step. “What’s next, Sebastian? Going to man the barricades? Storm the Winter Palace? Charge the Administration Building and tell Dean Bitterman that you represent the revolution of the proletariat?”

“All right,” he laughed, his brown eyes warming. “What? Did I get carried away?”

“Just a bit.” She shook her head at him. “But seriously. Is dee-ay-ex really so bad?”

Her brother shrugged. “Bad? I wouldn’t put it that way. But weird? Maybe. They’re…” his long, clever fingers, suited to working over a computer keyboard, knotted together. “Insular, maybe, is the best way I can put it. From what I hear, the other sororities on campus are always pairing up with the frats. You know, holding events together. But not the Delts. They seem to keep to themselves.” He shrugged. “And if I’ve heard about it…”

“Other people will, too,” she said, completing his thought effortlessly.

“Yeah. Just remember,” he said, as someone knocked at the door and he went to answer it, “that there’s other choices. Just because Mom was a Delt doesn’t mean that you have to be.

“Yup, that’s us,” he said in response to the delivery girl’s question. He took the boxes out of her hands, and paid for the food, waving away her offer to make change. “Keep it.

“Pizza’s here,” he called over his shoulder.

*****

After their spat, the rest of the evening went by pleasantly. Sebastian had invited his sister over, both to see how she was adjusting after her first week at Darien, and for the pleasure of Sloan’s company. Despite the fact that his sister, in some ways, resembled the spoiled rich brats that were constantly being held up for mockery by the entertainment industry, Sloan was, at heart, a good person. But she was also an innocent, who had no idea about some of the dangers of college life. His parents, when they helped them move in last week, had each taken him aside and made him promise that he would look out for her. Sloan might not be aware of what could happen to attractive young women away from home for the first time, but Sebastian was. It was an easy step from going out with some new friends, to getting admitted to a bar, to being served, even though she was underage, to some creep taking her home and trying to screw her, even if she was tanked to the gills.

That’s not going to happen. Not if I have anything to say about it. He bit into a bread stick. His sister, despite his snide comments of a few minutes before, was darn smart. Not as smart as he was, he thought with a commendable lack of humility. But Darien was remarkably fair-minded about admissions. It wasn’t Harvard or Yale, where merely being the son of a rich alumnus practically guaranteed you a spot at the table. Sloan wouldn’t have gotten in if she hadn’t deserved it.

But she was also sweet, naïve, and gorgeous. One alone would be bad enough. Combine the three, and she would make a tempting target for the predators around campus. With her blond hair, her open, cheerful face, and her petitely curved body, Sloan would have the animals panting after her in no time.

If they weren’t already.

“So,” he said, lifting another slice of pizza out of the box. “How’s dorm life treating you? Like your roommates?”

She took a sip of her diet soda. “They’re okay, I guess. Though the rooms seem awfully cramped, compared to home.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

She smirked at him. “Really? Then why aren’t you still in the dorms?”

“Hey. I said you get used to it. Not that I actually liked it. You know me, Sloan. I like to have some room for myself.”

“Yeah, I know.” She shook her blond head at him. Her green eyes, so like their mother’s, sparkled. “My brother, the recluse. You know, if you don’t get out once in a while, people are going to think you’re studying to become a supervillain like in one of your comic books.” She put her finger on her pink lips, considering. “What would be your name? The Destructionator? EngiNerd? The Evil Virgin?”

“Hey,” he protested, but he was laughing along with Sloan. “I’m not a virgin.”

“You need a girlfriend.” She looked around his loft apartment critically. “Someone who can give this place a woman’s touch. Would it kill you to put up some decorations? Maybe a picture or two?”

“I like this place just fine the way it is,” he grumbled. The loft was on the third floor of a building not too far from campus, but far enough from the bars and fast-food restaurants of campustown so that his weekend nights weren’t a constant barrage of loud, drunk students. His books and comics were carefully shelved, with a few prized members of his collection proudly displayed in frames on the walls, among movie posters and other geek paraphernalia.

“I’m sure you do.” Her green eyes laughed up at him from her pixielike face. “Which is part of the problem. How do expect to catch a girl, Sebastian? I know you. I bet you never go out except for class.”

“Maybe,” he said, avoiding the subject. Although Darien did its best to get all the women it could into its engineering program, the classes he was in were still ridiculously tilted towards men. Sometimes there weren’t more than half a dozen girls in a class. “What about you? How’s the long-distance relationship with Brian working out?”

“It isn’t.” She slumped in her chair, her face a mask of childlike woe. “I think he’s cheating on me.”

“What? Already?” Sloan’s boyfriend was going to Arizona State.

She nodded glumly. “We were supposed to facetime last night. And he blew me off. And he’s not answering his phone.”