![]() No sound has left my throat since I lost my hearing. ![]() But there’s a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth at the same time. ![]() “Stop looking at her tits, dumbass.” He says the words as he signs them and her face flushes. When I don’t answer, she looks at my oldest brother Paul, who rolls his eyes and smacks the center of his head with his fist. I haven’t heard a word since I was thirteen years old. No one really talks to me since I can’t hear. Or at least she’s mouthing something at me. I see her mouth move out of the corner of my eye. I would tell her I’m a guy, I can’t help it. She shoves her wrist toward my face, and I have to jerk my eyes away. But I can’t take my eyes from her tits long enough to look at them. Her ni**les are hard beneath the ribbed shirt she’s wearing, and she pulls her sleeve back to show me something. I hope Paul did some laundry this morning. ![]() I reach down and adjust my junk, the metallic scrape of the zipper against my dick not nearly enough to calm my raging hard on. I’m so hard I can’t get up from behind the table where I’m drawing a tat for a client on paper. That skirt is made to draw attention, and she has all of mine. She’s a tight package in a short skirt that makes me imagine the curves under her plump little ass. I don’t know her name, but she looks familiar to me. ![]()
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