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Ohhh s****r !!

... wouldn't choke because her throat muscles don't always work right. What would Greg say if she dribbled food or gagged? Would he know what to do if a piece of meat got lodged in her windpipe? Would he grimace at the sight of her trying to swallow? Could he possible love her the way that I did? "Why are you looking so evil?" My youngest s****r, Marissa spoke. "You don't know what to do without your Izzy here!" I ignored her jibes. "Greg is sweet." Mom said. Dad just huffed. He didn't seem all thrilled about this new guy showing up out of the blue, either. "I wonder if Greg is her boyfriend." Amy speculated. I kept my expression from reacting to that word. "She just met him, Amy." Damn. "Well, I for one, hope that she and Greg do become an item. I worry that she will spend her life alone. She's a pretty girl and she doesn't deserve that." I chewed my rice longer than necessary as I finally accepted the truth of my mother's words. If I truly loved Isabelle then I should be happy for her happiness. I could clearly see that since meeting Greg, she was a lot more happy. That night I fell into a restless sl**p; but at least I had let it go. Sometime in the middle of the night I heard a quiet noise. When the noise didn't stop I finally dragged my eyes opened and concentrated on the sound. There was a steady sound of the mattress creaking softly and soft moaning coming from Isabelle's room. I sat up in bed suddenly. Hell no! She had snuck that bastard into her room! I had never had a ...

... reoccurrence of the red haze since that day that I'd beaten those two boys so badly...until now. I stormed out of my bedroom. In my minds eyes I saw that fucker on top of my s****r and I couldn't think of anything else. I pushed open Izzy's door. But Greg wasn't there. My s****r was all alone, lying on her bed with her gown hiked up to her hips. Her right hand was shoved between her thighs, her fingers rapidly working in and out from between her spread legs. Her breasts were uncovered and for the first time in my life I saw Isabelle's breasts. Her nipples were darker then I would have thought; nearly a ruddy brown against her pale flesh. She writhed on her bed as if she were in the throes of a convulsion. And now that her door was open her moans were loud and impassioned. She jerked when I came into the room and moved quickly to cover her nudity. I didn't know what to do. I stood there for a second before turning tail and hurrying out of her room, closing the door soundly behind me. With all of the commotion my Mom and Dad had come out of their room and met me in the hall. "What's with all of the racket?" Dad looked like he could take on an army by himself. My mouth gaped open, unable to form words. Amy and Marissa came out of the room they shared. "What's wrong?" Amy asked, looking around nervously. Suddenly Isabelle's door swung open. She was wearing her robe over the gown that now covered her nudity. She didn't look at anyone but me. She hauled off and smacked me hard and ...