That prick had made my big sister cry? I was boiling inside. If Philip had been in the room at that instant he just might never have left it.Katrina A...trid Williams, twenty-one years old and a junior at Carleton College in Minneapolis, a blond who put lie to every dumb blond joke ever written, a lovely girl who was as nice as she was beautiful, was due home the next day for Thanksgiving weekend with the family.And I, her eighteen year old brother, had been eagerly awaiting her return from. “I need to see you,” he demanded and he leaned back, slowly rubbing the massive length in his pants.I tugged my dress over my head, presenting myself to him, expecting and hoping he would devour me again, yet he didn’t move. Just sat there with a hand on his impressive cock. Just moments before, when his hands were on me, my mind only processed his touch and his command. Now, standing before him, under his scrutiny, my mind focused on all my flaws. I became increasingly aware that my thighs. That should’ve been a good thing, shouldn’t it? Then why on earth did she feel so absurdly disappointed? Because she’d psyched herself up to be strong, she decided, staring up at the tree-house, marvelling anew at the craftsmanship of the man who’d built it, feeling a lurch in the pit of her stomach at the sight of those familiar worn beams. Because she’d promised herself she’d stand up for herself, that she’d show Matt she was a woman to be reckoned with, that she was a woman who knew her own. Trembling, the tears pouring down her cheeks, she climbed off the machine and joined the others.'Well done, Rhona!''Thank you, Miss!''Now I want you to draw the number for the next girl from this bag.''Yes, Miss! It's number four.''Who's number four? Lorraine? Let's have you on the machine then. Quick as you can!'Trembling, Lorraine mounted the machine. Two minutes later she had no idea how she had managed to get through the trial. The last few seconds were the hardest. She had almost gone into.