Note : This takes place 28 years after the ending of Seducing Her Brother's Best Friend. All characters involved are at least 18 years of age.
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Isabel Greer woke up, yawning loudly. The tall 18 year old brunette ran her hand through her soft hair. Her hair was brown like her dad's but otherwise she looked very similar to her mom. She was beautiful like her mom and also in incredible shape from competitive swimming, just like her mom, who was a former NCAA swimming champion.
She got out of bed and went to her large bathroom. The brunette athlete looked at her reflection in the mirror with some satisfaction. Even without makeup she was hot.
As Isabel brushed her teeth, she thought of her plans for the day. She had physics first class of the day, which she hated. But she was okay with Chemistry and also looked forward to the swim practice that afternoon. The girl wanted to collect as many medals as her mother Beatrice did, if not more.
Once she was done brushing her teeth, she took a quick shower. The girl dried off with her fluffy towel right after. She put on a tight T-shirt and short skirt, showing off her muscular thighs, clinging to her round ass.
Her mom was sitting at the table already, waiting for her, reading the paper. Her dad, meanwhile, was cooking breakfast. Their chef was sick so it was up to Tyler to prepare the meals, and he was doing it quite well.
"Hi, honey," Beatrice said, setting the newspaper down on the table, giving her teenage daughter a smile. Despite Tyler's reservation, she has thoroughly spoiled Isabel. After all, Isabel was her only daughter and Beatrice had plenty of money to spare. "You hanging out with Vanessa and Loren after school today?"
"Yup," her daughter replied. Isabel then said "So Uncle Mason is getting married in three months, huh? Have you guys started planning yet?"
"Of course. Your dad already got his tuxedo - he's going to be the best man, after all."
"Naturally." Isabel then said "Thanks, dad," when her father brought over hot plates. He had made a very nice breakfast for them - omelette with sausages and broccoli. "Looks delicious." She started eating.
"Enjoy!" Tyler sat down with his wife and daughter. He dug into the food he cooked himself, while watching them do the same thing. The man had some coffee and his daughter drank orange juice. He smiled fondly at her.
After she was finished, Isabel said "I'm off now! See you tonight!"
She hurriedly put on her very expensive sneakers, getting into the limousine. Randolph gave her a bright smile. He then adjusted the rear view mirror safety, as was his habit.
Even though he was an old man now, the chauffeur remained good at his job and drove well. Isabel listened to some music on her earphones and glanced out the window, observing some of the birds that lived in the area. She was particularly fond of crows, knowing how smart they were - she had been blessed with both her mother's good looks and also her father's keen intellect, having grown up reading his collection of Poirot novels.
Soon, they arrived at her school.
"Pick me up at 6:00 PM," the athletic teen said, hopping out of the luxurious vehicle. Randolph promised to pick her up at that time.
"Want me to get you some salad you can eat on the way home?"
"That would be great! Thanks."
As Randolph drove away, Isabel walked up to the entrance. She smirked, enjoying the way people looked at her. It made her feel so powerful, having boys stare at her big ass, knowing how sexy she was. She could see several of them adjusting their pants before they approached her.
"Hey, Isabel," the ringleader of the group said. "We were wondering if you'd come hang out with us after school today."
"Eww, no. I'm not interested in you drug dealing dumbasses."
She stalked off, flipping her hair over her shoulder without looking back. Her closest friends Loren and Vanessa were waiting, both of them holding a coffee cup in hand. They waved at her. She waved back happily.
"Hey!" Isabel said. "What's up?"
Vanessa looked at Loren before turning back to face Isabel.
"That little twerp Christina signed up for the try-outs."
Isabel frowned. As captain of their school's swim team, she did not want to hang around that insufferable, goody two shoes Christina. No, there was no way she could let the shorty onto the team.
Loren, who was blonde and nearly as attractive as Isabel, said "Don't worry. We could just scare her off and make sure she doesn't try to join the team."
Her suggestion made Isabel nod. "Yes. That sounds good," the tall brunette murmured. "Where is she now?"
"Katherine said she's outside the library right now."
"Good. Let's go find her."
She marched towards the library with her companions in tow. The girl was the leader of the group, not just because she was the tallest and strongest but because she had always radiated pure confidence.
Ever since she was little she had always been the most outspoken one.
They soon found Christina where they expected her.
"We want to talk to you," Isabel told her. Christina gulped nervously. Isabel had never physically assaulted anyone but she was an imposing young woman who easily towered her at six feet two.
"Sure," she muttered nervously. Loren and Vanessa flanked her while Isabel faced her straight on.
"I heard you plan on joining the swim team?"
"Y-Yes." Vanessa snickered at the way that Christina stammered. It made her sound quite pathetic. Loren also took note of this but Isabel seemed to not have noticed it.
"Don't even think about it," said Isabel. "I am the captain of the swim team. You do know that, don't you?" Christina nodded. "I do not want you on the team, you wimpy little dork. You would be more of a burden on the rest of us than anything."
Suddenly, a male voice piped up - one that Isabel heard before.
"You wouldn't know that if you don't let her try out."
Simon was a thin individual. He was also shorter than Isabel. The girl was bigger than him and clearly more muscular. Yet he still wasn't afraid to stand up to her, despite the fact that she could easily kick his ass and then get her lackeys on the swim team to join in.
"What did you just say?" Isabel asked in a deadly calm voice, making him shiver.
He still stood his ground though. "I just said you won't know if she'd be any good unless you let her try out for the team."
Isabel narrowed her pretty eyes.
"How is it any of your business?"
"You were bullying her. I saw and didn't like that, so I intervened."
"I was not bullying her."
"But you were," replied Simon. "You and your friends outnumber her three to one. You surrounded her and then told her she can not try out for the team when it should be open for everybody, using your intimidating body language and facial expression to try to scare her. It's pathetic, really. Trying to terrify a person that way. Really makes me want to throw up."
Vanessa said "I'll teach you a lesson." She stepped forward, preparing to punch him in the face when Loren caught her by the arm. Her eyes met Simon's and he felt his breath caught in his throat.
Then he regained his composure and glared at her. She averted her gaze, much to the confusion of her friends.
Isabel didn't dwell on it though.
She looked into Simon's eyes, telling him "You are just like Christina. Just a pathetic loser, but maybe different in one way. I bet you jerk off to me every night, just like every other guy here. But you will never get to try the real-"
"You're not boner material."
All of the girls stared at him in shock, Christina included.
"Excuse me?" Isabel looked at the boy incredulously.
"Seeing you repulses me. If I had a boner before seeing you it would be gone by now."
Isabel glared at him angrily. "I'm going to make your life hell," she said to him.
"I'm not scared of your threats."
"It's not a threat - it's a promise." She then walked off with her friends in tow, leaving behind Simon and the girl he just helped out. He quickly turned to her to make sure she's alright.
"Are you okay?"
"I am now, thanks," she muttered. She was not as fit as Isabel but the girl was still pretty. She had a cute face, framed by glasses and covered in adorable little freckles. The glasses along with her ginger hair made her look like a nerdy version of Ginny Weasley.
"Good," he said. "I'm really impressed."
"What do you mean?"
"Before I jumped in, you seemed to be holding yourself together well. No begging them to leave you alone or trying to run away. You just faced them head on."
"Oh, um, thanks." A few seconds of silence and then she asked "Can you walk me to class? I feel kind of lonely right now."
"Oh, sure! Of course," he said. He walked her to her class and found out more about the girl on the way there. She told him she had been training in swimming for a while now and just wanted to see if she had what it takes to compete or not.
"That's good," he said. "It's great to have a goal like that. All I do is study and study and then study some more." He flashed her a coy smile. "I bet you're really good."
Christina blushed. "Oh, you flatter me. I really am not that good."
Once they reached her classroom, Simon wandered off. He gave her one more smile and wave as he left, and she waved back shyly.
She enjoyed her first class of the day and the second one. It was all good until morning break, when someone accosted her in the hallway, placing a hand on her shoulder, making her stop walking.
She looked and saw Loren, along with Isabel and Vanessa.
"So, you are a useless piece of filth who needs that geek to protect you, huh?" Loren asked, an uncharacteristic amount of malice in her voice. "How are you now, without him hanging around to keep you safe from us?" she spat.
Vanessa and Isabel frowned. She was usually the nicest, most easy-going one out of the three of them. Even when bullying someone she rarely growled this way
"Don't insult Simon," Christina snapped.
Loren narrowed her eyes and said "I'll say what I want. What does it have to do with you? Do you like him or something? Is that it? You want to be that little dork's girlfriend, don't you?"
Isabel then jumped in with "You and him would make a good match. He is a loser and so are you. Like I said earlier, don't even think about trying out for the team."
Christina snapped "You're the captain but it's not your decision to make. The coach said the try out is open for every girl who is interested so I'm going."
She didn't cower this time when Isabel glared at her. Isabel could see courage in her eyes and decided to back off - for now.
"Very well. If you want to make an ass of yourself, you can come to the try outs. But don't cry if you look like an idiot. I've warned you already."
