Little Tish, Ch. 3: Little Tish and Jackie get much closer (Jack)
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JACK:
During my adolescent years, I was a study in confusion. I experienced rapid physical growth, a new and sad sort of loneliness and incredibly exciting, lustful thoughts directed at anyone I suspected might have tits and a pussy. As I said, I was a "walking boner" with a libido to match. But I was hopelessly conflicted over my wonderful little half-sister, Tish. I have always loved her to pieces but sometime during those years I came to realize that my adorable little "Biff" was also
"A Girl!"
I have always dearly loved my little sis and I would do anything for her. As I said, we are "Biffs"—Best Friends for life. But my early high school years were hell. My love for my sweet little Tishie was changing. In addition to all the love I still held for her, I would catch myself daydreaming about kissing her romantically and holding her naked body next to mine, sort of like we used to do as kids but . . .
more.
While watching TV, I would find myself just staring at her, especially at her beautiful legs and adorable little feet, which were almost always bare. I guess I've always had sort a thing for girl's feet but Tishie's were in a league all their own. They were perfect. Mentally, I would be holding them in my hands and caressing them softly, just drinking in her happy groans of pleasure. And she loved having them rubbed and massaged.
All these thoughts somehow often gave me an erection so hard and throbbing it was painful. I was constantly embarrassed and often caught frantically trying to hide the evidence of my arousal. I remembered how wonderful her soft naked warmth had felt years before, when we were young and innocent.
'But this is different! This is my sister!' I thought, mentally railing against myself, 'I must be a real sicko!'
I had hated it when mom made us start staying dressed around each other all the time but, I must admit, it also came as somewhat of a relief too. My Little Tish would sometimes catch me staring at her—hungrily - and I was always mortified when she saw my expression and did one of her double takes.
I would find myself staring at her soft and pouty, bee-stung lips and imaging how they would feel pressing against mine. It seemed like my cock was always stiff when I was close to her and I was miserable knowing how wrong and forbidden my secret desires for my sweet little sister were.
I had always been her best friend and protector and now I found myself "perving" on her and I hated myself for it. Every time she would look at me with those beautiful deep blue eyes, I felt like I could just dive into them and go for a swim.
What was almost more disturbing was that I sometimes found myself thinking that I saw my hunger for her reflected back to me in her lust filled eyes as well. So for a few years, I just threw myself into sports and my studies, did my best to avoid my little sister and hoped things would get better.
And things did get better after a fashion, well, at least for me. Though my heart was never in it, I began dating and, sometimes, getting laid! I still longed for my little sister but I had to hide those forbidden desires.
Often, I would hide my feelings behind some false bravado. I tried to act proud of my growing prowess with the ladies but that never helped because I could see how my behavior always resulted in a terrible hurt I could see reflected in my baby sister's beautiful eyes. But we loved each other and tried to fumble our way around the awkwardness and the pain.
We usually managed to hide our discomfort with humor but I knew we both missed our closeness of earlier days.
"Jack, you're not going out with that skank again this weekend are you?" Tishie asked one day with an obvious touch of bitterness.
"What's it to you squirt?" I responded instantly hating myself for my spiteful attitude. She had grown to love hearing me call her "Tishie', my little nickname for her. I had started calling her by that sweet little nickname years before but she absolutely hated "Squirt." She looked stricken and it killed me.
"Ah I'm sorry Little Sis. I didn't mean it." I added lamely. "What's wrong with Tina?"
Obviously at war with her strong feelings, she answered, "Oh nothing, I guess. I just hate the way she gushes all over you like you are a rock god or something. And you just eat it up!"
Slowly I began to realize that the part of her response that she had left unspoken was, 'What's wrong with me?'
She started to tear up and angrily brushed her soft cheeks with the backs of her delicate, little hands. "Just forget it!" she spat out angrily. It killed me to see her hurt like that, especially since it was me that had hurt her.
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There had been many awkward, interactions like that and we both hated them. The good news was that I was finally starting to get laid on a regular basis and that I thought was pretty cool. The bad news was that every girl I took out paled in comparison with my sweet, little sister. Whenever I was with one of my "dates", my mind and heart were always with my little sis and it was driving me crazy!
There was one exception to this troubling state of affairs. For the better part of a year, I spent a good deal of my time in an intimate relationship with a girl who was several years older than me. She went to the local community college and we were really close.
Her name was Linda and she was a knockout. Standing about 5'5", she had a lovely face, short and sassy blond hair, a butt and legs to die for and a magnificent set of tits. I was never well versed on bra sizes (largely I think because little Tishie, being relatively "flat chested", never had to wear one). But my guess was what she was probably at least a D cup. But she was seriously cute and was a lot of fun to be around.
I was a pretty big guy for a high school kid, partly due to my backward placement in high school and I guess she really liked me. She was wonderful to me. She fell for me and sort of took me under her wing sexually.
Impatient with my inexperience, she lovingly schooled me in some of the finer points of lovemaking. I was a very wiling student and a quick study. On top of my growing skill and finesse in bed, she seemed to love the energetic lover she had so carefully nurtured.
But she inevitably broke it off with me. One day I found a letter lying on the front seat of my car. It was from Linda and it read:
"My dearest Jack,
