1. Ohhh s****r !!


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

    from being cracked against the hard tile floor. The only thing that saved me from getting expelled was the fact that Izzy had fallen in her attempts to pull me off the boys. She had seriously pulled one of her atrophied muscles and it was unclear whether the injury had taken place before or after the attack. Izzy and I played it as if that had set me off. And the parent's of the two boys were not anxious to have their son's garner a juvenile record for assaulting a girl with CP. Things did not get better after I fought those boys. Everyone tried to test me; stupid things like calling out names about Izzy from across the room or during an assembly. They were trying to push me; to set me off. One day Isabelle sat me down and put things into a perspective for me. "Paul, why do you let those people push your buttons?" She was pacing in front of me, calmly. I would have expected her to be lurching back in forth in anger and annoyance at the behavior of our classmates. But she was very calm. "Why aren't you angry?" My face was beet red. "I don't care about them. They can't hurt me. Only people I give a shit about can hurt me." I looked around quickly hoping Mom and Dad weren't listening. They didn't like us cursing and even though Izzy was technically an adult at eighteen, in their eyes she would always be a c***d. This is something I knew then as much as I know now. Her voice was still calm but now her dark eyes flashed in anger. "When you let those idiots bug you, then that bugs ...
    me!" I stood up and began pacing myself. "That's exactly how I feel when they say stuff about you." She grabbed my arm and jerked me around. "I've heard it all of my life. I've always gone to normal schools and there have always been jerks." She took a deep breath, relaxing again. "I am made stronger by it, Paul, not weaker. Don't let those assholes turn you into a weakling. If you let them hurt you, then that will hurt me!" I looked at her then, standing so straight despite the curve in her spine. I suppose that I always knew that I loved my s****r, but it was in that second that I understood that I was deeply in love with her. PT 2 I sat in the minivan watching as Isabelle headed towards me with her halting gait. She was grinning and even though I didn't know the reason I began to grin too. She paused momentarily to heft her book bag up over her shoulder. I hated to sit there and watch her carrying her bag but she hated for me to get out of the van to help her with things. She opened the passenger door and slid into her seat. I picked her up from college practically every evening and either Mom or Dad took her to school each morning. I would do it if I could but I was in college myself and sometimes I left class early in order to pick her up. She would crack my skull if she knew I did that but I wanted to. I was eighteen now and Isabelle was twenty-three. We went to different schools...we both figured it was just better that way. "Guess what?" She asked. She was obviously ...
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