We're back for chapter 3!
I don't know how many of you are checking for uploads at this point, but in case there are any, I'll give you a quick rundown of the things to expect in the nearby future.
After this will be The Island of Three chapter 8, which will be very soon. I've also started another story, one I think you'll all like, so keep an eye out for that, but chances are that The Seven Deadly Sisters chapter 3 will be before the new story.
As always, hope you enjoy this chapter -- CloverGazer
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The moment Louise left my room, I fell backwards onto my bed. That was when I heard it.
"Oh shit! That's Isabel's voice?" I immediately stood back up and creeped my way over to the door. "How the fuck are we even supposed to explain this?" I thought to myself.
Only muffled versions of their voices came through the door, and it wasn't nearly audible enough for me to make out basic sentences. I was quickly getting worried. The only thing I could hear were questions. The slight lift in Isabel's tone as she spoke. That was the dead give away that she was asking a question.
"Maybe she saw Lou leaving my room. Not good." Even my thoughts were whispering, hoping to drown out any background noise so I could hear something. Anything!
A few moments later they walked off into their respective rooms. Leaving me stuck to the side of the door like a fly. My heart was racing and my palms were sweaty, but then I had a thought.
"They both just went into each of their rooms. If Isabel had noticed something, then that conversation wouldn't have ended so swiftly. Hmmm,"
I tried to calm myself down, and realising that I was most likely in the clear I knew it wouldn't take long. I sat back down on my bed and took a slow breath, then patted my chest in a comforting kind of manner. I wasn't sure why, but it felt right.
"I guess now I know just how fucked I am if we ever get caught. Just the mere chance that Isabel had noticed something, or even worse, saw something, I would be screwed. I have to be more careful from now on."
After about fifteen minutes of thinking over what had just happened, and the course of the day me and Louise had, I decided I wasn't quite ready for bed. Instead I wanted to do some digging on Isabel, in preparation. It was unlikely that I would find anything on any form of social media sure, but I still checked.
I brought up her Facebook account and started scrolling through. At first it was mostly to see what sort of thing she shares, or who she does things with. It was a few moments into the scrolling that I realised I didn't know much about my own older sister. I had no idea who she was even friends with anymore.
I scanned through some of her information, single, blonde, friendly, good at cooking. "Christ, is she using this as some kind of dating website or something?"
There wasn't much to go on, so I started looking through some of her closer friends. Even with that, I was coming up short. A couple of seemingly close girlfriends, a few creepy looking guys that tended to like her posts no matter what they were, and then some childhood friends which were probably forgotten about by now.
One thing I did notice, I didn't recognise any of them to be her friends from university. I was there several times a year while she attended. Met the people she knew and lived with. So why weren't any of them coming up on her Facebook.
I then checked some of her other social media accounts, only to ending at the same thing. I spent a good few minutes going through every friend on her lists, at least the ones I was able to access, and not one I recognised to be from uni. "Interesting. I wonder what happened?"
It wasn't much, but at the very least it was something. Something that I can dig my nails into, and to be completely honest, it had me very least it had me curious about the whole thing. "I wonder if I would make a good reporter?"
I soon logged off and went to bed. After a day like the one I had just had, I figured it would take me forever to get to sleep, but luckily, thanks to the social media stalking, I was out like a lightbulb, and soon enough I was waking up to a day filled with moans, orgasms, and a very very worn out little sister.
- The next day -
The moment my eyes opened I smiled a broad and knowing smile. Today was the day I fuck Louise. "And what a day it's going to be!"
The normal morning routine took place. Changing into clean clothes, eating breakfast with either some of my family members, or on the odd occasion, all of them. Then we each went our separate ways. Mum, Dad and Isabel went to work, one after the other like dominoes.
It was quite the intoxicating experience. Knowing that the moment they left the house, and were a safe distance away, I could quite literally throw my little vixen of sister down onto the ground, rip off all of her clothes and fuck her brains out! Degrading and violating her every which way possible. Showing next to no mercy as I have my way with her. It was so... exciting.
The moment Isabel left the house it hit me. I didn't know what the fuck I was supposed to do. Was I actually supposed to throw her down and fuck her? Was I supposed to light a load of candles and prepare some kind of romantic setting?
"I mean, this relationship, or whatever this is supposed to be, certainly isn't a standard partner and partner relationship." I walked to the fridge in the kitchen while I thought to myself. "We are basically in a master/servant kind of situation, so maybe I should just force it on her. Although, I think she'd probably like that."
For some reason I wanted to force it on her. I wanted her to try and stop me. Scream and shout at me to stop, but I knew that Louise wouldn't do that. She's probably just as excited as I am. Hell, she might even be able to take the onslaught that I'm about to dish out to her.
Even though I wanted to abuse my position as master and blackmailer, I had to think of something else for now. Maybe just be extra rough this time around.
"Hang on a second. I know that Louise will be fine with what comes next, but Isabel won't be. There's no way in hell she would approve of this. Especially going as far as what me and Louise are doing." I grabbed an open bottle of apple juice and necked back a few mouthfuls. "Maybe I can unleash my fantasies on Isabel instead? Oh man that's going to be good!"
I imagined Louise was in her room. Maybe waiting for me? I had no idea really, but I was ready. I walked out of the kitchen and back into the hallway, poked my head out of the window by the front door and scanned the driveway for family members. The coast is clear.
I quickly made my way upstairs, taking two steps at a time while I climbed. Within seconds I found myself standing in front of Louise's bedroom door, a little bit nervous and a little bit ready to blow a hole through her hip.
Before I could even knock on the door... "Come in!" She must have heard my heavy steps on the stairs.
I grabbed the door handle and made my way inside. Laying there on the bed was Louise, on her side in a seductive manner, clothed in only the matching red pair of undergarments. I was gob smacked.
"Oh wow!" I quickly shut the door behind me and edged closer to the bed.
"Do I look ok, brother?"
Here I was thinking that I would kick her bedroom door open, barge into her room and make her do all the things I wanted her to do, and yet here she is, laying across her bed with her elbow propping her up, her hand resting on the side of her face and her other hand grabbing hungrily at her heaving bosom.
"You look, amazing!"
Louise blushed slightly, and for a split second her gaze avoided my eyes, then looked back up at me and smiled. I was taken aback at the situation. It was weird, but it didn't feel wrong. Maybe because we had already crossed the line, this was somehow ok?
I could feel my cock growing already. My trousers were also starting to feel as though they were constricting my movement. Just from looking at Louise as she seductively laid on the bed, I could feel the air growing warmer. The tension turning into a steamy session of eyeing up the other. I needed to break her, completely make her mine.
I took off my shirt, tossing it onto the floor beside me. Louise's eyes followed my movements, shifting from one part of my body to the next. I in turn did the same. Every part of her gorgeous looking skin was a distraction. She had the kind of body that you would find it hard not to look at, and I certainly was finding it difficult to look away.
Louise shifted on the bed to now be kneeling on the mattress in front of me. I quickly found my way to the side of the bed and pulled her into my arms. Our heights were perfect in this position. At least perfect for sharing a kiss.
"Were you a good girl last night? Did you do anything I need to punish you for?"
Our lips were a mere fraction away as we spoke. My voice barely above a whisper.
"I didn't play with myself master. But if you wanted to punish me. I would understand,"
The second she finished speaking, I pulled her forward onto my lips and kissed her. Our tongues entwined and our hearts found sync. It was finally happening.
I lowered one of my hands to her snatch. "Just as I thought. She's already wet."
"Oh god!" Louise immediately whimpered as I started to rub my fingers up her slit.
"Do you like that Lou?"
"God yes! I want more master! I've been such a bad girl."
I pulled my hand away, only to force it back down between her underwear and her freshly trimmed pussy. She must have very recently shaved it all off. She was as smooth as silk.
My fingers quickly made their way through her folds. The position of my hand made it slightly difficult to traverse, however, Louise was so wet that it made it much easier to find her little nub. I quickly began to circle it with a delicate touch.
Usually when I would finger a girl, I would get to work on the clit after at least a few minutes of further foreplay. Even so much as a quick finger fucking before playing with the clit, but this time it felt right. Louise wanted this just as much as me, and teasing her wasn't on my to do list. This was a fuck! A raw, powerful fuck.
"Oh god Ryan! Oh my god!!!"
Our tongues continued to explore each others mouths as I played with her clit. Her entire body felt silly smooth, from her pussy to her tongue it all felt heavenly. The dim morning light shone in from the window, illuminating us like a beacon of fortune.
