As days passed we were good friends and she thought of me like a brother, as i used to address her Akka (elder sister). Thats how days went and i neve... made any sexual move. I just enjoyed her company im the day and masturbate imagining her at night. We became really close and especially her son liked me more than he liked his dad. So that made her very close to me. So one day during day time we were watching tv and having a chat. That time we spoke about relationship and stuff and thats when I. Now, her face hovered just inches above my painfully raging woody. I looked down at her and thought about what it would be like if she lowered her mouth to me. She turned her face to the side and lowered her head to rest on my aching dick. As she slowly paddled, she moved her face against me, masturbating me, exciting me, bringing me toward an explosion. "Holy Christ, she's doing this all on purpose," I said to myself. "What a dolt you are. This whole thing is a set up. She's just been waiting. I told her how beautiful she was, that she was the most amazingly beautiful girl I had ever seen. I told her how I couldn't even think about being with another girl for there was no girl who could compare to her in my eyes.She watched my face, and listened intently to me as I went on to explain the hell that I had been going through. How I wanted so badly for these feelings to go away, that I would give anything to just see her as my sweet little sister again. She held my hands, stroked my hair. I would look at my friends and wonder if they felt like I did,then one Halloween, I discovered why I was empty.It my senior year at Westmoore High School and I was looking for acostume. Luckily, I took after Mom in my build. I was a 4ft 11in tallpowerhouse whose small size made me an excellent quarterback.Mom had an old Zatanna outfit, so I chose it since I thought that she washot and wearing tights wasn't new to me. I'd worn tights when I was PeterPan and Robin Hood for Halloween, before. I.