Amanda was a beautiful girl of 17, a junior in high school, leader of the cheerleading team and had a sculpted body with nice curves. She had 36C brea...ts and a big bubble butt. Amanda and Bill had recently broken up after Bill had beaten the shit out of one of Amanda’s friends for hitting on her. The break up was horrible timing because Bill had the state championship coming up soon. He did not want to disappoint his father. Let me step back a little Bills father was the state senator and he. He took the team to the championships and got them within a game of bringing home the trophy. He made all state, as did his favorite wide receiver. There were plenty of colleges after him and he would have probably been drafted by the pros in four years, barring injury, if he didn't have to support a family.He never told me how he felt about having to give up football and his education and I never asked. I never said I was perfect. I got what I wanted for my child and me.Just because he quit. “You’re wearing the jonnie. It’s not like we’d really be fucking.”Again, I recognised the ridiculousness of the suggestion. The thing is, by then, I was going along with whatever my sister said.“So get on it,” I growled.My sister paused, her fingers on my cock without the action while she ceased the urgent rubbing between her legs. She looked at me, expression intent.It went on that way for several interminable seconds. Time stretched between us, elastic as I gawked at my sister’s face, the. I tried going down on my knees and begging, to try to make her understand how much pressure she was putting me under... When that didn't work, I tried NOT asking for sex, in case my constant nagging was putting her off. She didn't even notice... for SIX MONTHS!!!Nothing worked. Nothing at all. My sleep patterns changed. Rather than going to bed and lying awake, I sat up reading, only going to bed when I felt that I was about to go under. Often, I misjudged and dozed off in the chair, waking up.