......stairs and more stairs, opening the heavy door...............boom....this was the kitchen, Massive, windows boarded up all through the high-ceil...ng downstairs area, living room, another room, another room, ANOTHER high ceiling room, all dusty dark and empty.Katie: " The stairs are here," Opening another heavy oak door in the kitchen and up we go in the dark again, another door. An opening to a large open lighted upstairs:Katie had been at work. The boards were off most of the windows, and. After awhile she was waiting for it and it wasn't as good for me then, so mostly I just liked to slap her face and especially her piggy tits. They were fat and heavy and I liked hitting them a lot. I didn't think she'd ever like that, but she did. People learned to like anything after getting enough of it. Especially stupid people.So I screamed at her to get out of my room and Jilly smirked and watched Polly go, all red faced and looking like she was going to cry."You got a roommate?" I asked. Immediately panicking, she took note of her body. She could still feel her body—-she could feel her back pressing down on the gurney, she could feel the starchy prison sheets draped over her body. But she was utterly motionless. She could feel herself breathing, and could hear her heart pounding. She looked left and right, and swallowed. At least she had that much control over her body. She blinked, looked around though her head remained stationary. And she could swallow and wiggle her tongue.. It was huuuge for a sixteen year old. All the boys in school always gave me compliments. Good thing my big brother couldn't see me. I wanted him to feel me not see me.As I climbed into bed next to him, I noticed that he was facing the wall. Dam. I needed him to feel me up. All the girls in school were talking about how they fucked there boyfriends. I never had one boyfriend. I just wanted to be with my big brother. His name is Ethan. He is the captain of the foorball team and his girlfriend.