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Ohhh s****r !!

... anxious, her head was jerking, causing her long black hair to fall into her eyes. I reached up and brushed the silken black strands back. Izzy had the blackest hair and the greenest eyes. All of my siblings did. Mine was long too. Since Izzy watched me when I would push my own hair back behind my ears out of my way, I figured she liked it long. I'm bigger than ever now. My previous fat has been converted into muscle. No, I'm no body builder, I'm no jock either, but I like running and I do it as much as possible. I'm 6'3" now and suffice it to say, people don't push my buttons anymore. "Why are you grinning?" I asked. "Okay, remember that guy that transferred in from Iowa?" My grin instantly fell away. Isabelle was studying business after several false starts in selecting a major. Her interests vary and has traversed the gauntlet from physical therapy to law. Now she's interested in business. Some guy recently joined some of her classes. He has a hair lip that hadn't been repaired very well. He's shy and barely talks. Izzy will make comments about him almost every day; mostly stuff about how smart he is, how his answers are always spot on, or how she catches him peeking at her and then blushing furiously. It takes all that I have not to make some disparaging remark about how he's only looking at her because he's one of those rude 'starers' that we hate so much. Then I feel bad because I'm the person that she turns to when she talks about her joys and her woes. But I didn't ...

... like how this guy was turning up in conversation all of the time. So I replace the smile on my face. "Yeah, I remember." "He talked to me today. Not just hi, not just mumbling, he actually talked!" She was so happy that a boy had talked to her. My brow crinkled. "What did he say?" She pulled her seatbelt over her slender form. "He said, 'I don't think Professor Morgan went over these equations." She chuckled. "And I said, 'These are ones he covered before you transferred in. I still have notes on them if you want them.' And he blushed turning so red, he looked like a tomato. But he said he'd appreciate that and maybe if I'm not too busy then maybe I could help him with it." My stomach felt strange; empty or heavy, I'm not sure; hollow maybe. "Oh...what are you going to do?" "He said he'd come over tonight to study!" I started the car and checked my mirror carefully. "Cool, Isabelle." I pulled into traffic paying careful attention to what I was doing as she went on and on about her study date. I wanted to say that it wasn't a study 'date'. It was just studying. But she was so happy and I had no reason to be jealous. She was my s****r, after all, and I couldn't hog her attention for myself forever! When we got home Isabelle hurried into the house, almost lurching because she was running so fast. She was going to fall if she wasn't careful but I didn't say anything. She quickly told my f****y about the study date and I headed upstairs to my room. I tried to work on my homework but ...