Ohhh s****r !! - Sex Stories

Ohhh s****r !!

... I was so jealous. I couldn't concentrate enough to form a coherent sentence. I'm not sure what I thought I could do with Isabelle all to myself...I've never thought that far. I just knew that I never expected her to go to someone else. As I thought about that I felt tears forming in my eyes and I thought, 'You are one sick puppy, Paul. How can you sit here thinking about your own s****r?!' But she is not just my s****r. She is my best friend. I've never had any personal relationships. It's not because I thought Isabelle would be sad or feel jealous, I know Izzy would want me to be with someone. Sometimes she will reach up to move my hair out of my eyes and ask me why I don't have a girlfriend. But no girl is like Isabelle; who never seemed to be a k**. Other girls just seem to be giggly, flirty beings that shake their asses in my face to try to get my attention. I like girls; I'm not the sissy that my b*****rs called me when I was a k**. But that doesn't mean that I want to be attached to someone I can barely tolerate. The doorbell rang and I walked out of bedroom door and watched from the stairwell as my Dad greeted the boy from Iowa. He slouched a bit, but mostly because he was tall and thin. He had long brown curls that shielded his face and he blushed when he reached out to shake my Dad's hand. The scar of his hair lip stood out stark white. I guess he was shy because of that scar...and my s****r liked him because of it. He was perfection that needed to be uncovered. I ...

... went back into my room. His name was Greg and he stayed for dinner, looking uncomfortable and on edge...but at the same time, happy to be included in our easy conversation. I kept watching Izzy who looked bright and more beautiful then I'd ever seen her. That night after he'd left Izzy knocked on my bedroom door where I had retreated to watch my television and to get away from the sound of their laughter. "Yeah?" She came in. "So?" She asked anxiously. I glanced at her then back to the program I was watching. "What?" I saw her roll her eyes. Her long black hair was now held back by a plastic band and her face resembled a harlequin mask. I know that it wasn't nice to think that but it's what I saw. She was wearing Bermuda shorts and a polo shirt, white ankle socks and pristine white sneakers. She had changed clothes for him. "What did you think of Greg?" "He seemed shy." "He is." "It's hard to tell how he is being shy like he is." "Amy said that she thought he was cute." Amy is our s****r born right after me. I shrugged absently. "I guess, if you like hair lips." She gave me a funny look then turned and left. I slammed my fist on my arm rest. Greg returned a few days later and then the next week Izzy told me that I wouldn't need to pick her up after school because he'd drive her home. She didn't come home that night until after dinner and she had already eaten out with him. I was not used to sitting at the dinner table and not looking across at Izzy carefully eating so that she ...