You know, it is very hard being the third sibling attending the same college when your two older sisters are still there. Everything you do gets compared to what one or the other of them has done in their college life. I guess it could have been worse; I could have been a girl.
My older sister, Samantha, didn't win many academic accolades but compared to her, I was a grade-schooler socially. I think she actually does qualify as a senior this year with a good chance of actually graduating if she can manage to concentrate enough to pass the class schedule that she has. Of course, that means she would have to cut down a little on the partying that she does and actually attend most of her classes.
Elizabeth is my second oldest sister, and she is about 180 degrees away from Sam. If she hadn't taken advantage of an opportunity to spend a year in Europe with the family of an exchange student from her senior year in high school, she would be a senior this year, but she speaks French better than anyone else I have ever known. And she also speaks some German and Italian and Greek, too. She has an academic scholarship in Chemistry.
And then there's me, Bob, well actually, Xavier Robert Stephenson. Now who names their kid Xavier? I'm hoping to keep my full name a secret until I graduate. Now, I finished in the top 5th of my class in school so I am not a dumb cluck, but any class I sign up for, if Beth had the same professor, I get the 'why can't you do better like your sister' speech... And Sam is a legend in the dorms for her partying and she is the most popular student on campus. So, academically, I'm in Beth's shadow, and socially, I'm in Sam's shadow. I was just going along trying to maintain my own identity.
Now the school policy is that freshmen students have to live in the dorms for at least the first two quarters they are in school, but after that, they don't have to stay in the dorms, they can get an apartment off-campus or move into one of the frat or sorority houses. It's a three hour drive from our little hometown to the campus, so Dad had located a building which he had converted into multiple-housing and for the second half of my freshman year; the three of us would live together. The house was a big old place with large rooms downstairs and eight bedrooms upstairs. Dad had re-designed each room with a separate niche room for a commode and wash stand along with a large closet, and had two of the upstairs rooms converted into bath/shower rooms. We had three other students living here as well, and their rent paid all the taxes, utilities and maintenance.
Money is Dad's main motivator, but I think he also wanted us to live together for safety. The building would be nearly paid off by the time that we all graduate (by all I include my three younger siblings, too), just by diverting the dorm fees and Dad said we could get jobs to pay for our food and incidentals. My sisters moved in when the renovation was finished, and at the end of my second quarter a year ago, I moved in also. Then when the time comes; Uma, Allen and Lori will take their turns living in the house.
Oops, I think I digress... I was talking about living on campus with older siblings. Okay, so even though I'm a high B student, I know that I'll never match up to Beth and her straight A's. And I don't have the looks or the temperament to surpass Sam socially. So I would have to find my space in something else. I'm not a jock, nor a nerd, I guess I'm pretty much like most college students, just doing the best I can with what I've got.
I think I have found my niche here at the school. And it was Beth and Sam that steered me to it. I am Rebound Man. But not just the guy that a girl goes to when she wants to have a fast fling after an unhappy relationship explodes, I'm the guy who helps rebuild her self-esteem, a person to show her that she still has lots to offer to whomever will take the time to look.
It all started less than a month after I moved in, with one of Beth's classmates. Mary had been trying to maintain a long distance relationship with her high school boyfriend when she learned that he had been fucking around with other girls where he was at college. It made her feel foolish to have been so naïve and, of course, she felt used and abused as well. Beth was tutoring Mary to try to stop the sudden downward spiral in her grades, and Sam said that I could help out by taking some 'tutoring' also. But she insisted because she felt I would break Mary's feeling of inadequacy. I was to show her respect, but also that other guys would be interested in her as a person.
The first couple tutoring sessions we reviewed the material we were studying, but at the end of the third session, we hadn't gotten that day's materials clear when Beth had to leave for her job, so Mary and I continued discussing it. We had some snacks while we continued and we talked about other things besides the materials for class. We continued again after the fourth session, and by the fifth session, it didn't feel unusual for us to continue after Beth left and Mary told me the full details of her breakup. Now Beth had already told me about that, so I was prepared to give supportive reassurance. I just didn't know that she would take that reassurance so personally, or that she would want to make out.
Now this presented me with a problem, because I didn't want to lead her on to think that we were becoming an item, but if I rejected the idea, it might re-enforce her feelings of inadequacy which was exactly the opposite of what was intended. Mary is a pretty hot girl and I don't really understand why she felt any inadequacy, but I didn't want to be the second guy to disappoint her in such a short time. After a little time making out, I looked at my watch and told her that I had to run to get ready for work. What I needed; was a delay to have time to consult with my relationship expert, Sam.
Once I saw Mary out, I went and knocked on Sam's door. When I told her it was me, she said to come on in. I don't know what I was expecting, but it sure wasn't to find her sitting there in her bra and panties. Her hair was wet so she must have just finished a shower. I had half a boner from making out with Mary, and seeing Sam like that caused me to sprout a full hard-on which made it necessary to quickly sit down to hide the tenting of my pants. After some stuttering around, I managed to tell her I wanted to talk about Mary.
She asked if I thought that Mary was over her depression from her breakup so I gave her the story of what had happened. I asked her what she thought about how I could break off with Mary without causing new problems. I mean, I wouldn't have minded at all going with Mary, but I kind of had this other girl in mind that I wanted to date. Sam said she'd think it over and let me know tomorrow how she thought I should handle it.
Due to my concern for Mary and the time passing during our discussion, I was only half hard again when we finished and it was time to leave. I turned towards the door as I stood in hopes that Sam hadn't seen my woodie.
"By the way, Bob, nice package you have there."
"I, I, uh, thanks."
I'm sure that if Beth or anyone had seen my face as I came out of Sam's room, they would have thought I had gotten too close to a fire, and maybe I had. Yes, I know that I have seen Sam, and even Beth, in swimwear and bikinis that were a lot smaller than Sam's panty and bra set, but the swimsuits weren't underwear. Maybe it didn't make any difference to Sam, but it sure affected me. I went back to my room and jerked off before I could start back on homework.
Later, at around 11:00 after Beth came home, I decided to ask her if I was overreacting to Sam's attire. Maybe they had been doing things differently for the time that I had been here than was the standard. Maybe this was a test to see if I would be embarrassed by the normal dress code. I needed to know so I could react appropriately.
When I knocked on her door and told her it was me, she came to open it and as I heard the knob turn, I had a sudden vision of her answering it half naked. But she was still in her work clothes and asked me to come on in to talk. I don't know if I was relieved or disappointed at first. She asked how things were going with Mary, so I ran through that with her too. While we talked she was flitting around her room doing housekeeping things; putting her school books on her desk, putting folded laundry into her chest of drawers, hanging some clothes in the closet.
"I saw Sam in her bra and panty set after Mary left this evening."
She had been carrying her shoes into the closet and was halfway behind the closet door. I thought she made a little jerky step when I said that.
"Oh, and what did she say about that?"
"Well, she didn't say anything. I was surprised that she had told me to come on in when she was dressed like that, but she seemed very concerned about Mary. And so she didn't say anything about it at all.
"I was wondering if you two have been hiding something from me since I got here, or was she so busy thinking on Mary's situation, that she just completely forgot that she wasn't fully dressed?"
I heard Beth rustling some clothes around in her closet.
"I can't see Sammy forgetting anything about her appearance. If she wasn't dressed, she wanted you to see that she wasn't dressed; I mean she could have always told you to wait or to come back in a minute or two and have had time to throw on something. No, she wanted you to see her like that... Wait, I guess I have to come all the way clean on this.
"Of course, Mom and Dad cannot know anything about this. They would kill all of us; well, at least Sammy and I, if you told them now before you get involved. And keep everything a secret from our roomies also.
