Her brother, Barry, stood in the bedroom doorway, looking at her. ‘What’s the matter, sis?’ he asked. Lori didn’t feel up to talking. She cont...nued to sob. Barry sat down on the bed, put a hand on her shoulder, and began rubbing it gently. ‘Come on,’ he said, ‘You can tell your kid brother what’s bothering you. What are brothers for?’ Lori didn’t feel as if she could tell anyone what Mike was making her do, but she needed to, desperately. Barry was her brother and she trusted him, so she began. I loudly said; “Look, dork, just because you can play a game and make money for the school does not give you the right to frighten girls, or stalk girls, or rape girls. If I hear of you harassing any coed, all athletic tutoring will stop. Then yours and a lot of your jock friend’s little pea brains will become ineligible and you won’t get a big NFL contract. Do I make myself clear?”He nodded.“Good, we understand each other. Get lost.”He exited stage right.We made our introductions as we walked. Her breasts had been noticeable for quite a while now and a trainer bra was a thing of the past. She was growing and holidays were becoming a nightmare, year after year.Time had come for the annual two week break and this year they had decided to go out into the country and stay in a log cabin for a change. The previous year had been a beach trip and they had spent most of the time chasing the young studs away from Mel and her now D cup breasts. Her chosen bikini tops weren’t capable of. Her smooth skin made me want to reach out and touch her, like seeing a marble sculpture; so perfect. She moved and her arms pushed her breasts together. They were large, but so perfectly shaped, and seemed so soft. I suppose if I had been thinking, I would have noticed my own gawking. When I met Rochelle's eyes, I knew she had seen me checking her out. I felt so completely stupid. “Dear God, you are both beautiful! I can see why Rochelle fell for you Sarah,” her father said. “We aren't a.