Chapter 1.
My name is Josh, I'm 28, 6'5, and weigh 280 lbs. I played O-line in college and have always been a big guy. My whole family is big though. Dad played college football and mom was a volleyball star. My 3 younger siblings aren't small either. My twin sisters are 6'3' and finishing their last year of college; tearing up the basketball court, and my brother is a college freshman starting on their hockey team. He's the shortest member of our family at 6'1. We often call him Tiny; he hates that.
Tucker is my lifelong best friend, who lived right next door growing up. Physically, his family is the exact opposite. Tucker is the biggest person in his family, and he's 5'8, 150lbs soaking wet. He was a wrestling phenom though, so no one ever really gave him any shit. When we were in High school, a couple of kids tried to make fun of our friendship by calling us "the giant and his pet" ... they wound up in the hospital and he wound up suspended for a week. Tucker never really seemed to have much of a problem with being "small", he said it was an advantage on the wrestling mat and that was that. Tucker and I were inseparable in High School, chasing girls, working out, cruising town, you think it, we did it together. And when she was allowed out of the house by herself, his kid sister Jessica wanted to be right there with us. It didn't bother me, and it didn't seem to bother Tucker. I just thought of her as my youngest sibling. Even though my brother was about the same age, she always gravitated towards my sisters and me.
While Tucker is short, Jesica is really short. She's about 5'1" and weighs less than 100lbs. Don't get me wrong Jessica is freaky athletic; she EXCELS on the soccer field and holds multiple distance records at our high school. Jessica was pure-100% tomboy growing up. She had blonde shoulder-length hair that I had never seen out of a ponytail, she was rail thin and lean. Growing up, I was always protective of her. She's 10 years younger than me, but our High School was on the same grounds as the Middle and Elementary schools, and she LOVED to run up to me and give me hugs whenever she saw me outside.
After I graduated from college, I moved to an apartment near my parent's house and started working as a trainer while trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life... that was 6 years ago, and I'm still working as a trainer and trying to figure out what to do with my life. Tucker has moved off to live in the big city and is making serious coin working for some big VC. We still talk all the time, but my hangouts with Jessica had all but ended.
Which finally brings me to last week. I had to get some routine surgery done on my left knee, and while it wasn't serious, my mom made a big fuss over it. She didn't want me in my apartment by myself in case I fell over or fainted or... something. I still don't know why she made such a big deal, however, I am now VERY grateful she did.
I was sitting out back on my parents' patio, My mom had gone off to get her hair done and then went shopping and said she'd be out for a while. I knew that meant a couple of hours at least. So, there was no one home but me and my feelings. I was listening to some chill tunes when I heard a door open and looked up to see Jessica walk out of her house. It was the first time in a couple of years that I'd seen her, and she'd done some growing! She was 10 years younger than me, so she must be 18 and a high school senior now. She didn't notice me at first and seemed to be in a funk herself. She flopped down on the couch under their awning and started mindlessly scrolling her phone.
I'd always treated and thought of Jessica like a little sister, and while I'd always thought of her as cute, it was more of a little sister type cute. Funny, happy, bubbly... but never in an attractive cute. Looking at her now though, I realized she'd grown up quite a bit since the last time I saw her. She was still tiny, she was still skinny, however, she looked much more feminine and powerful now. She was wearing a light blue pair of tight, short, spandex running shorts and a matching sports bra, that showed off her lithe body. Her legs were toned and muscular and ended in a tight round little ass. And her abs looked tight and well-defined. It looked like she had a small B cup but was hard to tell in her sports bra... but it somehow made her look far sexier than if she had huge swinging knockers. I was at a loss for words and just gazed on in amazement at the girl I used to jokingly call an ankle biter. Her hair was long and braided into two pigtails that framed either side of her face and fell to her midback and looked perfect for pulling...
After a couple minutes of scrolling, Jessica harumphed audibly and slapped her cell phone down on the ottoman, clearly in frustration.
"What did that phone ever do to you?" I called over to her. She jumped slightly and sat up looking around. I waved as she saw me, and her face lit up.
"Josh!! You're home! Ohmygod what happened to your knee?" She yelled.
"Oh, just some minor surgery, it was just a scope, but my mom wanted to keep an eye on me... you know how moms are" I said with a laugh. She chuckled and got up.
"Want some company? I'm not sure if I'll be great company, but I can keep you company anyway" she said, still looking a little sad.
"Absolutely!" I said, waving her over. "We can be a couple of mopey people together" She jogged over, and I watched as her tight young body moved in all the right places. Her legs were toned to perfection and were the perfect shade of tan from running in the late spring sunshine. Her abs contracted and relaxed as she jogged over to our patio, and I found myself wanting to run my tongue along them. Her small but perky tits bounced with each step, and I wanted to feel her nipples harden under my lips. Her entire body looked like a fun-sized appetizer meant for licking and touching. I realized the girl I was imagining devouring was JESSICA, the same Jessica that I helped teach to ride a bike, and immediately felt a little guilty. That didn't keep my shorts from getting slightly tighter, however.
She flopped down on the couch next to mine and looked at me with a small smile, that's when I realized how beautiful her face was. She had sharp cheekbones and beautiful green eyes. They were like the color of grass after a spring rain. And her long blonde hair was just begging to be pulled. The thought of wrapping my hands through those pigtails and plowing into her flashed through my head, and I felt more blood rush into my cock. I realized this wasn't the same girl I used to know but rather a very sexy young lady that I wanted... badly.
"Ugh... that really sucks about your knee, how long do you have to be laid up?" she asked, inspecting my bandages.
"Not too long, the doctor said to just take it easy for a couple of days and then start walking. He said I could walk with the help of crutches already. It's not much of a big thing, just needed to get rid of some scar tissue." I tried to say, without ogling her too much.
"That's sucks though. Did it hurt?" She asked.
"Nope, not in the slightest. He put a little local in there and that was that."
"I hate the idea of needing surgery, it scares the crap out of me" She laughed.
"It's not much to freak out about, all those horror stories are so rare... people just like to make big deals out of them" I reassured her. As I was talking, she seemed to return to her previously sour mood slightly. "But enough about me, what's got you down? Unless you're just a regular angsty 18-year-old who doesn't want your big brother's friend prying into your business." I laughed.
She looked at me sternly, "You know I always thought of you as more than 'my big brother's friend'" she said, rolling her eyes. "But it's just stupid boy stuff. Stupid High School stuff. Stupid Internet stuff. It's all just stupid." She huffed, throwing herself against the back of the couch she was sitting on and putting her feet on the edge of the table with her knees up.
"I might be able to help... I used to be a stupid boy after all" I said, noticing, slightly against my will, that her new sitting position gave me an unobstructed view of her crotch and the noticeable camel toe beneath. I felt my member twitch and start to rise even more. My body wanted this girl.
"You're not stupid. I watched how you treated girls in High School. You were never a jerk. Sure, you were a boy, but you weren't a jerk. Boys now are jerks. They suck. They're mean, and they are just huge jerks." She blurted, trying to refrain from crying.
"Aw, Jess, come on... it can't be that bad, can it?" I asked. Trying to calm her down.
"I had one boy reject me by saying 'I don't date 12-year-old boys' and another one saying that I could 'ask again once I've had my period'. They SUCK Josh, they all suck!" Her dam broke, and she buried her head in her hands.
My big brother instincts over road my horny pervert thoughts for a moment and I stood up, hobbled over to her couch, and plopped down, wrapping my arm around her shoulder and as I did, I realized she SMELLED amazing. I couldn't catch a break. Not only did she look incredible, but she smelled delicious as well. I tried to ignore my growing discomfort at how aroused I was getting and console her.
"Come on Jess, you're alright. You already said it, they're stupid boys. Don't concern yourself about what stupid boys think. Plus, they're dead wrong. You're a catch, you're funny, your smart, you're a stud on the track, and you're hot as shit." I soothed. Realizing that I didn't mean for that last part to slip out.
She peaked from behind her hands, trying not to sob "Do you mean that" She asked quietly.
"Of course I do, you're probably going to States, right? You used to be hilarious, so unless that's changed, I'm guessing you're still a ton of fun to be around. You're also smart as a whip, my mom was bragging about you the other day saying how you had like over a 4.0. You're going to kill it when you're older. Why worry about what stupid boys say?" I asked. Rubbing her back a little.
She sat up and looked around for somewhere to wipe her face. I gave her my shirt since she didn't have much in the way of clothing to use. She laughed at me. Apologized for losing her shit and looked at me with a small smile. "I meant that last thing you said," she asked, giving me a coy smile.
'Shit, shit, shit', I thought. "You mean being a stud on the track?" I asked, trying to cover my blunder. "Yeah, I mean it, haven't you set a bunch of records...?" I asked foolishly.
Her smile got a little bigger. "No, that LAST part... about me being hot as shit." When she was little, Jessica's superpower was getting what she wanted out of me and anyone else who had something she wanted. Whether it was a treat, a toy, or anything else. If Jessica wanted something she was going to get it. Knowing this, I continued to play dumb.
"I didn't say that," I said, trying to look confused.
"Oh yes, you did." She replied. "And you said it by accident, didn't you? You weren't just trying to cheer me up, it slipped out, you think I'm hot as shit... don't you?" She asked pointedly, turning so she was sitting sideways on the couch and crossing her legs Indian style in front of me. I tried desperately not to look down at her crotch, but I failed. In turn, her shorts crept further up into her crotch and an even more visible camel toe clung to her sweet young pussy. I desperately wanted to taste every inch of her.
My glance wasn't very sneaky, how could it have been, she was studying me for an answer to her question and had just watched me drink in the sight of her very evident camel toe. "Holy shit, you do think I'm hot, don't you?" she asked, almost in a whisper.
I knew I was caught. There wasn't much else I could do or say that would get me out of this, especially after getting caught looking at her pussy. "yeah" I replied sheepishly.
"Yeah, what?"
"Yeah, I think you're pretty."
