1. Ohhh s****r !!


    Date: 9/30/2017, Categories: Taboo, Voyeur, Author: kap007, Rating: 93, Source: xHamster

    One of my first memories is staring into the face of a girl with one crooked eye and a twisted grimace. She was always mysterious to me. The others, who had straight smiles and round eyes, seemed to be easy to read. Her happiness or sadness could not be made clear by her expression, yet I learned to read her better than anyone in my f****y could. Isabelle is four years older than me, but as an adult, when I think of that small difference in age it seems incredible that the difference in our age is so insignificant. As a c***d I thought Isabelle was a wise old sage. She seemed to be a grown up as she stared at me in curiosity at my apparent perfection of limb. I was born after her, and even though she was a girl and I a little boy, I always wanted to hang with her. That was fine with her. Because of her condition not many people took time to see what was beneath her crooked face and slow speech. She had absolutely no friends, none other than our immediate f****y. Izzy's world was our f****y--school and church orbited around that. I was the one that was looked at oddly. I orbited around Izzy, too. People called me fag or sissy because I became sensitized as I learned to look at the world through my s****r's eyes. When we played Barbies it wasn't because I wanted to be a girl. What we played at was the idea of perfection; she was Barbie with her perfect face and her perfect body and I played the role of all those that would acknowledge that total perfection. As a result, my Dad, ...
    who is the manly Italian that you hear about or see in mafia movies, spent a lot of time playing catch with me or wrestling with me in an attempt to toughen me up. It was fine; I enjoyed it, but I always retreated to my games with my s****r. You see, fully understanding the effects of my s****r's disorders had already toughened me. Once I asked Izzy why her face was crooked. I was probably three. I know that it sounds strange that Izzy and I could communicate even when I was that young but we could. That time is marked in my memory because it is when she gave me my first spelling lesson. "I have C P." She said in her slurred manner of speaking. "sl**py?" Then she turned and went to find a piece of chalk to write on the small chalk board that we played with. She gripped the chalk tightly in her hand and very carefully wrote out a letter C and a letter P. "C is like cat. P is like Paul. C P. It stands for cerebral palsy." I would later learn that the cause of my s****r's cerebral palsy could not be determined. My mother did not suffer any illness during pregnancy, Izzy seemed normal at birth, as well as the first year after. Then one day Mom noticed that one of her eyes drooped and that she wasn't moving her left side. At first they thought it was Bells Palsy because it affected only one half of her body but her symptoms worsened, her right side stiffened, her speech slurred and her pretty angelic face began to fall on one side; like a landside, a melting candle—paralyzed. Her ...
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