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?"
