I remember the handcuffs. I remember the tears streaming down my face. I remember a weasly little lawyer telling me something about ‘mercy of the co...rt.’ I remember the judge talking but I don’t remember what he said. Didn’t care. There was no way to fix things now. Until your guts are completely empty you can’t understand that feeling, no point in describing it. They say when someone is inside they can get raped. Nobody raped me, no one even tried. I spent 10 years lifting weights, working. And I was still unloading inside her, so she was pinned underneath me. I think otherwise she might have run. But she didn't get the chance, and even though it took me ten minutes of holding her and cooing in her ear that everything was all right, and that it wasn't the end of the world, she finally calmed down.Our clothes were scattered all over the place, and we spent a silent five minutes getting dressed. I pulled her to me and made her look at me again."I'm not sorry we did this," I said.She. I’d never given it a thought before today.I stopped suddenly on the footpath and turned to Kate. Why did I find it so hard to talk to her?‘I’m – I’m sorry, Kate. I don’t mean to be rude. It’s just – I just. I didn’t - I didn’t want to cause you any more trouble after I broke your special plate.’‘What do you mean, you didn’t want to cause me any more trouble? That’s your job, isn’t it? – You’re the Head Girl! You always cause trouble. You could have – should have – told against us. Jo and I. I actually came up here to confront you about a sexual feeling I've been feeling for you." Really brother?" She said with excitement, moving closer to me, gripping my arm playfully."Yeah, but I was afraid to confront you." I said, slowly caressing her back through her tight-fitted tank top."So was I," she comments, slowly backing off. "But I'm.. afraid." Well," I said, pulling off my shirt and pulling off my sleep-shorts and boxers, revealing a hard, cock to her. "Don't be. We can both feel.