I think this was more due to her being around all the time than anything else, as she was just plain average looking. She was blond, about 5’4”, p...obably 110 pounds. But, when you are 17, horny as hell, introverted as I was, even a sister can look tempting.Not that I had ever got any relief from my sister, occasionally getting to enjoy her soiled panties left in the laundry hamper that I would jerk off to as I sniffed them. She was modest, and I could only imagine what her tits looked like. I don’t have any regrets.”Her eyes blazed. Her head turned and her lips pressed into my palm. I groaned, my dick throbbing in the valley of her breasts. The precum leaked out of me. Her nipples caressed my stomach, massaging me while those silky tits pressed around my shaft. My toes curled. Her fingers dug into her tits as she loved me.The pleasure rippled down my shaft. It flowed through me. The soft and pillowy caress of her tits massaged the tip of my dick. The bliss surged down my shaft. My. "You better, or else you'll get blue balls," he cautioned me. I'd heard the myth before. "If it gets bad enough they'll fall off, you know." Bull shit!" I retorted. "That's a lie." Huh-uh! George knows a guy it happened to!" George was a tough guy who lived across the street from Jack. He was sixteen or seventeen and out of school. He hadn't graduated, he'd been kicked out repeatedly for fighting and smoking and I didn't know what else. Jack spent time with him sometimes. I didn't like him and. You know how I met her. Her family and I kept in touch but I’ve only actually seen her three times.”“Then I think you should stay out of it unless they contact you. You are not responsible for what happened.”“I know, but you know me.”“You want to save every damsel in distress! And you did a good thing with Willow, and you’ve stayed appropriately at arm’s length. Do that here.”“You’re right, of course.”“Of course I am! I have been since the very first time I met you!”“Shall we go see what kind.