'Jus primae noctis' ('right of the first night'), practiced in the middle ages, was the right of kings to have sex with any female subject in their realm, usually on the first night of her marriage. Formal reasons for the custom included the 'divine right' of kingship and the sanctity of the kingdom's bloodlines. But really, what man, in any time period, would pass up the chance to fuck a new bride just because, well, she's hot?
The leaders of the fraternity I joined in college certainly didn't pass it up. They weren't taking new brides to their beds, but they copied the idea for the frat's most notorious custom. If a fraternity brother had a girlfriend, and he wanted her to stay overnight at the frat house, one of the senior ruling members, the 'big brothers,' got to have sex with her first. The prospective guest would be brought to a party where the big brothers decided if they wanted her. If one of them did, the condition for her to have unlimitted overnight rights at the house would be fucking that big brother. If more than one wanted her, they decided who got her using a mysterious turn-taking system.
Of course, a regular brother could choose not to have his girl stay overnight. But the fraternity gave every brother his own room, all to himself, which none of the dorms or sororities did. Most brothers submitted to the ritual for that convenience alone. Plus, they aspired to become big brothers one day themselves, and enjoy the same privilege.
Besides that, refusing to submit a girl to the ritual brought shame. If a girl was presented at a party and no big brother wanted her, she was granted overnight rights, but the whole house knew the big brothers had 'passed' on her. That is, she was deemed ugly. A brother who didn't submit his girl was assumed to be hiding an ugly girlfriend.
Halfway through my second year at the college, I met a girl of my own, quite the opposite of ugly. Bouncy brunette hair, dark eyes lit with mischievous intent, and an irresistibly flirty smile drew me to her, a few rows over in Intro to Economics class. Her frequent glances in my direction caught me off guard, as I thought she was out of my league. This was confirmed when we left the class and I got a full view of her curvy hips and perky breasts swaying down the hall in form-fitting jeans and a low cut top.
Yet, after several more classes with increasingly obvious stolen glances at each other, I asked her to lunch, and Julie and I began hanging out. She initiated the first kiss one night as we walked across the quad. Swept up in her mesmerizing eyes, seductive tongue, and tight body pressing urgently into me, I followed her to her dorm.
Her roommate was away for the night on her own sexual adventure, so we fell into Julie's bed amid stray laundry and entwined ourselves in a passionate make-out session. I knew I should stop, but only when her hand slid slowly along the length of my boner bulging in my khakis did I finally break away. She asked what was wrong, and I nervously told her I was in a fraternity. Then I told her which one.
"Oh, so is it true? They really do that?" Julie inquired.
"They do," I confirmed, my fingers running idly through her soft hair. "They call it 'big brother's benefit.' I've seen it happen eight times so far."
"Seen it?" her eyes widened, "Like, they do it in front of you guys?"
"No, no," I laughed. "I mean I've known eight girls who did it to get the overnight rights."
"Well, Justin, that only matters if you bring me over there. But tonight, I brought you to my place." Her impatient fingers squeezed my erection and she bit her bottom lip.
"Yeah, but, the thing is..." I extricated myself from her grasp and sat up on the bed. "I really like you. A lot. I've been having the best time with you these past few weeks." She sat close and listened graciously while I fumbled for the right words.
"I like you too," she agreed.
"If we're gonna be more than friends, I'm gonna want to have you stay over. I have my own room there, you know. We're both gonna want to take advantage of that." I cocked my eyes at her roommate's bed, then returned them to her expectant face. "Would you consider..."
"I mean, yeah, sure, I guess," she shrugged, rather quickly. "Could be kind of fun, maybe."
"Well, if you did do it, I would hope it's fun," I replied awkwardly. "I mean, I wouldn't want you to have a bad time. Not that I like, really want it to happen, or..."
"I get it," she grinned and kissed me with a hand on my cheek. "I really do like you too, you know." I studied her reassuring grin and wondered if she seemed too eager. But the scent of her subtle perfume and the caress of her breath on my lips quieted my doubt. Her lips sunk into mine and a moan floated from my mouth to hers as she pulled me closer.
"But the thing is..." I reluctantly pulled away again. "If you're gonna do it, I'd rather wait until after. You know, for us to, uh, do it." She raised an eyebrow. "If we stop right now," I explained, "we're just friends. If you do the thing, you know, at the frat, it won't really matter too much. We aren't together yet. I can't be jealous, and you can't feel guilty. Once that's over, then we can start our relationship."
I wrapped one of her hands in both of mine. "I want you," I assured her. "I think you can tell." I glanced down at the bulge in my pants. She nodded with a playful smile. "But when we do it, I want it to be just about us."
"That's actually... sweet." Julie placed her other hand on mine and stroked my wrist.
"There's a party this Friday at the house. You can come, and they'll, you know, decide."
"What if they don't want me? Do I still get overnight rights?"
"What?" I shouted, glaring at her. "How the fuck could they not want you? Have you seen yourself? Do you own a mirror? Do I need to buy you a mirror? You should really have one." Julie laughed and slapped my arm. "No but seriously, you do still get rights if they pass on you. But, come on," I gestured vaguely at her gorgeous face and shapely body. "They're not gonna pass."
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That Friday, they did not pass. All twelve of the big brothers were at the party, and eight of them claimed Julie.
"Damn, Justin," one of the eight, Brendan, slapped me on the back, nearly spilling my Solo cup of beer. "You brought a real hottie! Best girl we've had this year." We both looked at Julie across the main bar/lounge room, chatting with two other big brothers. "Boobs could be bigger, but the rest of that package... damn, man."
"Her boobs are perfect for her body," another of the eight, Franco, chimed in. "Any bigger and the whole thing would be out of proportion."
"You and your fuckin proportions," Brendan shook his wavy blonde hair and flashed his winning smile.
"Proportion is key, dude," Franco insisted, his beady eyes peering intently beneath his thick eyebrows as Julie smiled coyly at the brothers near her. "A girl is like a piece of art, she's gotta be balanced. And this one, damn. Balanced as fuck."
"I guarantee," Brendan replied, "if some huge-titted girl came through that door right now, all top heavy and shit, on little toothpick legs, you'd be all over that."
"Not me, man," Franco shrugged. "You can have that shit. I need a well designed girl, like Jules over there. Great job, Justin, pullin a girl like that. Serious props."
"A lot of us are in on this one," Brendan observed, sipping his beer and staring at her. "Haven't had an eight-way deliberation in what, two years? More?"
"I'm pretty sure it's my turn," Franco nodded confidently. "Out of this group, at least."
"We'll see," Brendan sauntered away, looking back at Julie several times.
"Hey, Justin," Franco leaned in close, "you better watch this one." He pointed at Julie as she playfully stroked the arm of Diego, one of the eight candidates. "She looks a little too into it, you know?"
"It's cool," I tried to sound confident. "It's a one time thing, and I told her to have fun. Better that way for everyone, right?"
"Sure, sure," Franco nodded seriously. "But I've seen her type before. Disloyal, you know?"
"Ah," I waved my hand dismissively. "She's good. Trust me."
"I hope so, for your sake. 'Justin and Julie.' Fuckin adorable." Franco downed the last of his drink. "And hey, if it is my turn, and I'm pretty sure it is, I'll take good care of her. And I don't do that funny shit like some of these guys do. Chasing after the girls after they've had their night."
