The Ravencroft Women

Hope you all enjoyed your holidays. I did.

As always, all characters engaging in sexual activities are 18 and over. Hope you enjoy.

Approx. 15k words.

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~ISABELLE~

"Did you enjoy your night, Miss Isabelle?"

I heard Bartholomew's question, but I was way too excited to answer him. I was trembling, I had goosebumps all over my body, and my heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of my chest. That was probably a normal reaction for someone who'd just streaked across Central Park, but I knew it had nothing to do with that.

As the limo began to move, I turned around in my seat to look at the real reason for my excitement. He was still standing right where I had left him, slowly getting smaller as he watched us drive away.

My big brother.

Even at this distance, I found myself admiring the way his messy dark curls fell into his handsome face. Though, the way he was gaping at us did make him look a little stupid. And I had to laugh when I realized his pants were still around his ankles.

"Miss Isabelle," said Bartholomew, "may I ask why Master Nathan isn't accompanying us back to the estate?"

Bartholomew, the man I affectionately called 'Barty', was the head butler of my family. He'd been working for us since before I was born, but I'd always treated him more like a grandfather than an employee.

"Because mom said I couldn't tell him anything yet," I pouted. "She wants to be the one to explain everything to him."

I saw Barty frown at me in the rearview mirror.

"But she allowed you to meet with him?"

"Not exactly..." I said, avoiding his reflected gaze.

"Miss Isabelle...," he said in a gentle but chiding tone.

"Well she never said I

couldn't

," I said defensively. "She just said not to let him know that we're related, and I didn't. All I'm doing is having a little fun with him. That's all."

Barty gave me a dubious look.

"For your sake, I hope that's true, Miss Isabelle," he said. "Your mother can be quite frightful when she's angry. And I do believe your sister takes after her in that regard."

I rolled my eyes.

"Don't worry about my sister, Barty. I can handle her just fine. Anyway, I was hoping you could bring Nathan to the house tomorrow. Can you?"

"I don't know, Miss Isabelle," he said. "As I said, your mother's temper isn't something to be taken lightly. I'd prefer not to have it directed at me if at all possible."

I chewed my lip in annoyance. Barty was right. Mom really was scary when she was mad and she was probably going to lose her shit when she found out what I'd done tonight. But now that I'd done it, I just couldn't hold myself back anymore.

Ever since we finally found Nathan a few weeks ago I'd been looking forward to meeting him; the missing piece of our family. Mom had forbidden me from doing anything more than watching him from a distance until she got back but, in the end, nothing could stop me from approaching him. Initially, I'd only planned to have a little fun with him but, as usual, I got carried away and now my big brother's warm cum was leaking out of my pussy.

A shiver ran through me as I let myself relive the sex I'd just had with Nathan. It was both amusing and exciting how much more experienced I was than him. Bullying him with my body and watching his reactions had been so much fun. I wanted to do it again. But that would be hard if I had to sneak around without anyone knowing. I needed to get mom's permission. Even if asking for it meant risking her wrath.

So, after gathering my resolve, I took out my phone, dialed mom's personal number, and put the phone on speaker so Barty could hear.

"Barty, what time is it in Japan?" I asked after the phone rang several times.

"2 pm, I believe," he said.

'She's definitely awake,'

I thought.

'Why isn't she picking up?

'

The phone rang for so long that I thought I might have to leave her a message. However, just before it came to that, she answered.

"Izzy, how are you, sweetie?" She said.

A pleasant tingling sensation ran over me when I heard her voice. I always thought that it had a unique mixture of strength and kindness, but she tended to switch between the two depending on the situation. She could sound so intimidating when she was chewing out one of her employees, but at other times she would say my name in a way that made me feel like I was being wrapped up in a warm soft blanket.

"Is everything alright?" she asked in that loving motherly tone. "You didn't get into another fight with your sister, did you?"

It was funny. I was so calm while the phone was ringing, but now that I was talking to her I immediately became nervous about what I was about to tell her.

"No, no," I said a little too quickly. "Nothing like that. We're fine."

There was a short pause.

"...Izzy," she said slowly. "What did you do?"

Shit. That took no time at all.

"What? I didn't do anything." I said, going on the defensive. After years of trying to weasel my way out of trouble, feigning innocence when I heard her disapproving tone had become something of a reflex. But, as much as I enjoyed it, now wasn't the time for our usual game of cat and mouse.

"Wait," I said before she could say anything else. "Yes... Yes, I did something."

There was a long sigh on the other end of the phone.

"You talked to him, didn't you?"

"Yes," I said sheepishly as I practically curled up into the fetal position in my seat.

Another long sigh.

"So... Did you tell him you were his sister?"

"No!" I said quickly. "I didn't tell him anything. I just wanted to talk to him. Double-check that the private investigators got the right person."

"They

did

get the right person, Izzy," she said flatly. "I even had one of them break into his apartment to get a DNA sample just to be sure. There was no need for you to

double check

anything."

I winced as she began laying into me. Mom didn't shout or anything like that when she was angry. Instead, her voice became cold and dispassionate, snatching my warm blanket away from me. All I wanted at that moment was to get it back.

"...I'm sorry," I said in a small voice. Then there was another long pause before she broke the silence by sighing for the third time.

"Alright, Izzy," she said. " Tell me everything that happened. From the beginning."

And so, I did. Starting from the moment when I pretended to bump into him while he was on his way to work. Despite the fact that she was clearly displeased with me, she laughed when I told her about how he mistook me for a prostitute. And she laughed again when I told her about picking his pocket; a skill she'd taught me.

Reassured by the sound of her laughter, I continued. I told her everything that happened in the past two days and, although I couldn't see her, I could tell she was hanging on my every word. I knew she was looking forward to meeting Nathan as much as I had been, so it made me happy to be able to tell her things about her son.

And, of course, when it came to our little adventure in the park, I didn't skimp on the details. Mom's low sultry laughter as I described the way Nathan lusted after me and the brother-sister

'game'

we played put a dirty smile on my face.

"He called you 'little sister'?" she laughed. "All by himself?"

"I know, right? It surprised me too!"

Mom laughed again.

"It seems he can't escape what he is. Still, I'll need to see for myself to be sure."

The grin on my face grew as I imagined my adorably clueless big brother trying to keep up with mom. She might have been in her fifties, but all of that accumulated experience made her a force to be reckoned with in bed. I could personally attest to that. I licked my lips as I thought about what would happen once mom got her hands on Nathan. But, behind that fantasy, a nagging worry began to push its way to the surface. Something that was bothering me more and more now that my sexual high had worn off.

"Mom..." I began, giving voice to my worries, "Did I... Did I mess everything up? I mean... Do you think he'll be angry at me once he finds out that I'm his sister?"

"...That's a possibility," she said thoughtfully. "However, I'm betting that he'll be more accepting of what our family is if we help him grow accustomed to it beforehand. But don't worry about it too much, Izzy. After all, you did exactly what I thought you would do."

I was grateful for her reassurance, but that last sentence threw me.

"What?" I said dumbly, and mom laughed in a way that almost made it sound like she was mocking me.

"I know you, Izzy," she said. "A handsome boy like him? There's no way you'd be able to keep your hands to yourself. In fact, I was counting on it."

"Wait, wait, wait," I said. "You're saying that you

wanted

me to fuck him? Then why did you tell me to stay away from him?"

"Because, Izzy," she said, and I could tell from her tone that a lecture was on its way. "I wanted to see if you'd developed a little self-control yet."

"Oh, come on, mom!" I said, literally throwing my hands up in exasperation. Here I was worrying over nothing just because mom wanted to test me.

"Your impulsiveness is going to get you in trouble if you're not careful," mom said, continuing to lecture me. "You're even worse than I was at your age. You should try to learn from your sister-"

"Alright! Alright! I get it! I'll be a good girl from now on! I promise! Okay?!"

There was a brief pause before she spoke again.

"...You better," she said in a low tone, her voice filling me with nervous anticipation.

"A-anyway," I said, quickly changing the subject. "Does that mean I can keep playing with big brother? Barty said he wouldn't help me unless I got your permission."

"Tell Bartholomew I said it's fine," she said. "As long as you make sure Nathan doesn't find out the truth, feel free to play with him to your heart's content."

"Yes!" I shouted, unable to hold back my excitement. "Barty! Mom said it's okay!"

"One more thing, Isabelle."

Hearing her suddenly say my full name immediately took the wind out of my sails. It was never a good sign.

"Yes, mommy?" I said.

"I'm cutting your allowance in half until I get back to the states."

"C-c-cutting my allow....

WHAAAT!?

" I screamed. It was so loud and sudden that I felt the limo swerve a little as Barty reacted in surprise.

"It's your own fault," mom said calmly. "You should have stayed away from Nathan like l asked."

"But you just said you were gonna tell me to fuck him anyway!"

"Yes, but you were supposed to wait, Isabelle. Remember what I said about self-control? Honestly, I don't know why you couldn't have just entertained yourself with that other boy you were playing with. The one you said you met at the gym. God, my memory must be going. What was his name again? I know it started with an 'N'...or was it an 'M'?"

"Oh please, mom!" I said with annoyance. "I dumped him as soon as you told me we found Nathan. How could I choose some dumb jock over my own brother?"

"Self-control, Izzy," she said in a sing-song voice. "Anyway, I'll be back in a few weeks, so you'll have to make due until then. Oh, and make sure to give Nathan a kiss for me. Bye."

And then she hung up on me without bothering to wait for my reply, leaving me staring out the window in shock. Cutting my allowance in half meant making considerable changes to my lifestyle. Subscriptions would have to be cancelled, services discontinued, and most regrettably, I'd have to cut back on my shopping sprees. It was going to be a very difficult couple of weeks.

But it was worth it.

Mom had given me permission to continue my game with Nathan. For the sake of my sanity, I chose to ignore the fact that she would have given it to me anyway and turned my attention to what was going to happen next.

"Barty, could you pick up big brother from his job later today and bring him to the house? His work pattern is pretty constant according to the P.I.'s mom hired, so he should be getting off at around 3."

"Yes, Miss Isabelle," he said, and I could have sworn that I heard anticipation in his voice.

I knew exactly how he felt. This reunion with my brother had been a long time coming and, now that I had mom's blessing, I intended to enjoy every second of it.

***

~NATHAN~

I was so keyed up after the night I had with Isabelle that I ended up staying awake much longer than I should have. As a result, I woke up over an hour late and had to rush to work. I practically ran the entire way, and by the time I staggered through the front door I was about ready to cough up a lung.

"Wow..." said Chris, the store manager, as I struggled for air. "You're lucky. I was just about to put up the 'help wanted' sign."

"Sorry..." I wheezed out between breaths. "...Overslept...Won't happen...again..."

Chris just laughed and waved me off in his usual laid-back manner.

"Jeez, kid," he laughed. "I was joking. Everyone has an off day once in a while, right? God knows you've earned a few of 'em with how hard you work. You okay there, Nathan? You look like you're about to pass out."

"Fine...I'm fine," I said, finally managing to collect myself. "I just need to...catch my breath."

"Oh, okay. Well, assuming you don't die, could you go lend Sam a hand with the slurpee machine. I'll cover the tills. It's a slow day today, anyway."

I thanked Chris and then made my way over to Sam, hunched over the slurpee machine as he refilled the different flavors. He was so deep in concentration that he didn't even notice my presence until I tapped him on the shoulder.

"Yo," was all I said. I was expecting a similar response from him, but instead, he just looked at me with a suspicious frown on his face.

"W-What?" I said.

"You're late," Sam said flatly, but it sounded strangely like an accusation.

"Yeah...So?" I said a little defensively.

"You're never late," said Sam.

"Yeah...Well, I overslept. What do you want from me, man?"

Suddenly, Sam stood up straight and pointed an accusatory finger at me to match his tone of voice.

"Last night you sent me a text that said I owed you 20 bucks. You told me Isabelle didn't show up and that you won the bet. But if that's true, if Isabelle

really

didn't show up, then tell me something. Why are you late, Nathan?...Hmm?...

Why are you late, Nathan?

"

I looked at Sam's pointed finger, barely an inch away from my nose before meeting his gaze again. I could have lied. I could have made up some excuse and blown him off. But Sam was my friend and I felt like I owed him more than that. Besides, he'd drag it out of me sooner or later.

So, after looking at him for a few more seconds, I took out my wallet, wordlessly handed him two tens, and then turned my attention back to the slurpee machine. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sam standing there looking back and forth between me and the money in his hand. Finally, he stuffed the cash into his pocket and put his arm around my shoulder.

"Tell me everything," he said with a big grin on his face.

"Oh, no," I said. "That wasn't part of the deal. You got your money. That makes us even."

There was no way in Hell I was going to tell Sam about what happened last night. I was having a hard enough time making sense of it without giving him ammunition to pester me about it. But I was foolish to think he would let it go that easily. He briefly looked around to make sure we were alone before whispering to me in a threatening tone like a mugger holding me up in the middle of the night.

"Now you listen to me," he said. "

Your

dick is the closest

my

dick is ever going to get to fucking a hottie like Isabelle. So you're

going

to tell me what happened last night or, so help me, I will push your head into this 'Blue-Raspberry Blast' and drown you right here in front of God and everybody. Do you want that, Nathan?" Sam said as he started pushing my head forward. "Do you want to be the first man to die in a freak slurpee machine accident?"

"Excuse me," said an old lady behind us. "Where do you keep your wine?"

Without missing a beat, Sam released me and suddenly became a model 7-Eleven employee.

"Right down the back on your left, ma'am," he said with a smile. "We've got a two-for-one sale on today, so get 'em before they're gone!"

"Thank you, dear," she said before walking to the back of the store and leaving us alone again. As soon as she was out of earshot, Sam glared at me for a moment before deciding to take a different approach.

"Come on, man," he whined. "Tell me! You wouldn't even have gone if it wasn't for me. You owe me this!"

He looked like he was on the verge of throwing a tantrum, like a child in a toy store who'd just heard the word 'No'. I half expected him to lie down on the ground and start kicking and screaming if I didn't give him what he wanted.

"Fine," I said, rolling my eyes.

Sam flashed a big grin and came up close to me, pretending to work on the machine while he listened to me talk about my night with Isabelle. Of course, I didn't tell him everything. I made no mention of her 'brother-sister' kink or the fact that I went along with it, and I didn't tell him about the limo that came to pick her up afterward. I just told him about how her tits were popping out of the tight dress she was wearing, and how we fucked right in the middle of Central Park. And even then I was light on the details, but that was more than enough for Sam.

"Dude, that's awesome! I can't believe you fuc-," Sam suddenly went silent, waiting until a customer passed before he resumed in a whisper. "I can't believe you fucked a hot chick like that on the first night."

"Yeah well," I whispered, noticing yet another customer who seemed to have come to a stop right behind us. "I'm probably not going to see her again. She was fucking me like a pornstar and I... Well, I just got fucked."

"Man, that's still a win in my book," said Sam. "Do you have any idea how many guys would kill to have the opportunity to disappoint a girl like her in bed? Just add the memory to the spank bank and carry on, my dude."

"Yeah...Yeah, maybe you're right," I said, oddly cheered by his optimistic outlook. "I know one thing, though; I'm never going to forget that ass."

"Yeah?" Sam said with a dirty grin.

"Seriously, dude," I said, suddenly feeling more talkative. "You should have seen the way it bounced around while I was fucking her doggystyle. She was letting me slap it and shit. She was a crazy good fuck, man."

The two of us laughed as we kept talking but it all came to an end when we heard a familiar voice behind us.

"You know...it's rude to kiss and tell..."

At the same time, we both turned and found Isabelle standing right behind us. At some point, she had managed to join our little huddle without either of us noticing, and now she was just looking at us with a smug smile on her face.

"AAAH!" Sam and I yelped in unison as we leaped away from the girl. Chris and all of the customers looked at us in confusion while Isabelle had a good laugh at our expense. Then she looked at Sam and waved.

"Hello again," she said with a smile.

Sam mumbled a response that I barely recognized as English. But I couldn't blame him. Isabelle was wearing nothing but black yoga pants that hugged her body like a second skin, and a white tube top that was so tight I could clearly see the outline of her nipples.

My eyes crawled all over her body, from the swell of her breasts to the curve of her hips, and I felt my blood rushing south of the border as I remembered the previous night. The dirtiest thoughts imaginable ran through my mind, and when my eyes finally returned to her face I found her looking at me with a knowing smirk on her lips. Unlike Sam, she didn't offer me a greeting. She just extended her hand in my direction and said one word.