It was a month later, when I had given up all hope that I found him at a Carl's Jr. I tried to approach him but he waved me off.Then one night, at 2 A...M I heard a knock. Typically, I'd have called the police and ignored the midnight problem but ever since the underwear incident, I didn't feel scared. I walked to the door carefully, peeked through the glass and opened it.It was him. The many who made me see how sexy underwear could be. "I need a place a sleep tonight."I threw the door open. And he was aware that Chloe had a strong sense of pride that would resist easy surrender to a challenge. He knew if he beat her unmercifully she would lose consciousness & hate him forever thereafter. However if he spaced his blows of the strop to allow her to endure, her pride would not let her surrender at a sensible & appropriate moment. He fell into a robotic state and administered five more blows on her ass. He had to stop then. Her ass, which had been rendered to a pleasant rosy red color. From that night, I used to steal every chance to sleep beside him, every day I used to pretend as if I was deep asleep and this duffer stupid brother of mine was not bold enough to feel my bare skin and since I used to wear a long nighty it was getting tough for him to feel my body.So I went shopping and bought a two piece night dress and slept beside him… this time this idiot duffer brother got a bit bold and started moving my shirt up and he started fancying his hands on my bare tummy then. I knew I couldn’t last much longer and it was going to make a complete mess.“Katy,” I warned gently, “if you keep doing that, it’ll get really messy.”“I want to make you feel good,” she said softly.She had, and that was the problem, especially given the limits she’d set. What I wanted was to bury myself in her, but that wasn’t going to happen. Nor would I suggest ‘third base’ at this point, no matter how much I might want it.“You could get tissues or a washcloth or something,” I suggested.She.