Isabelle & Simon Ch. 14

AN: Hope you enjoy the chapter; I know it's been a while since the last chapter was released but I'm here now with a new one. As promised though, I won't ever abandon the series or leave it unfinished even if it takes me a while to write and get chapters out to you guys.

Disclaimer: Isabelle & Simon are BOTH over 18! Any & all characters involved in sexual situations at any time or point in the story are over the legal age of 18!

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The house feels quieter than usual when we step inside, like the world's still holding its breath with us. Isabelle lets go of my hand and heads straight upstairs, murmuring something about needing a shower. I watch her go, listening to the soft echo of her footsteps. She's steady, but there's a faint tremor in her voice the kind that only I would notice, which lets me know she's trying her best to hold herself together.

I head into the lounge and sit down, leaning back against the couch. I'm just about to grab my phone out of my pants pocket, when the Ride of The Rohirrim soundtrack starts to play, my ringtone. I take it out and look at the screen.

It's Rachel.

I answer instantly.

"Hey, Rach. How you doing?"

"Hey, Simon. I'm doing alright." she says, voice lighter than usual. "You don't sound the best though."

I chuckle softly. "I've had a long day. We went to the mall and well... It didn't go great."

"Oh no, what happened? Is Izzy okay?"

"She's fine now. It's just the crowds, the noise. It all just became too much and she got overwhelmed. It hit her harder than we expected. But she's already bouncing back."

Rachel exhales. "Good, I'm glad she's getting out again at least. I've been worried about her, about you both. You'll both kind of just dropped off the radar for a while there."

"Yeah," I admit. "We just needed a bit of peace and quiet for a bit."

"Understandable," she says. "But... there's something I need to tell you. It's about the case."

I straighten. "The case? Please tell me it's good news."

"It's... complicated." Her tone shifts; the warmth drains out. "So, as you know your parent's spoke to mine and pressed charges for attempted rape, sexual assault etc against Rick and his friends."

"Yeah actually, they did tell me about that." I reply. "I'm just glad our parents know each other for so long and that yours are such good lawyers" I say with a laugh.

"Haha yeah, the lawyer's kids, that's me and Richard." She replies with a snort.

"Anyway, I heard my parents talking and Rick's friends got sentenced today. They got five years each for attempted rape, sexual assault, conspiracy to commit a sexual offence, the works. It would've been closer to ten years, but their lawyers pushed a plea deal. Said they were drunk and thought it was consensual at the time. The judge bought it. Said they showed remorse and that alcohol 'clouded their judgement.'"

"Wait, what? They're using being drunk as an excuse? Even with the recording you took?"

She snorts in response "Yeah, apparently being wasted now counts as an excuse for trying to ruin someone's life, and the recording just reinforces that they were beyond wasted and not in control apparently."

"But Rick..." She pauses. "His lawyers pinned everything on his friends. Said because he wasn't even in the room when it happened, that he didn't know what they were doing. His lawyers claimed he 'helped' Izzy upstairs to the spare room earlier because she was drunk. Can you believe that?"

"There's no DNA, no footage, nothing they could use to prove otherwise. So the judge dropped his charges."

"He's walking free, Simon. Like he didn't plan the whole damn thing."

For a second, I don't speak. My heart starts pounding. "You're joking."

"I wish I was." She responds, sadness evident in her voice.

I clench my jaw. "He almost destroyed her, Rach. And he just walks?"

"His father's connections run deep," she says bitterly. "They pinned everything on his friends. The official record says Rick tried to stop them. He's got 'character witnesses,' for crying out loud."

I press a hand to my forehead, pacing slowly. "So that's it? He gets away with it?"

"It seems that way, for now." she says quietly.

"So we wait," I mutter.

"For now, but Simon listen. Don't let Izzy find out like this. Ease her into it, okay?"

I glance towards the staircase and see Izzy going back upstairs. "She already knows, she overheard."

Rachel sighs. "Damn, How did she take it?"

"She didn't cry," I say softly. "Just went upstairs quietly. She's angry, not broken."

"Good," Rachel says, and I can hear the pride in her voice. "She's stronger than she gives herself credit for."

We talk a little longer about university starting tomorrow, I know Rachel's in the same Visual Arts programme, so I ask her to stick close to Isabelle during classes. She promises to keep an eye out, to call me if anything feels off.

By the time we hang up, the house feels heavier again.

I find Mum and Dad in the kitchen, both of them halfway through tea. Mum looks up. "Everything alright?"

I hesitate, then nod toward the living room. "Can we talk?"

They listen as I explain, Rick's friends have been sentenced, Rick unfortunately has managed to walk free. Mum's face tightens with disgust; Dad just shakes his head.

"That boy should be in prison," Mum says coldly. "That family always had too much power."

"He won't stay clean forever," Dad adds. "People like that never do."

I nod, not trusting myself to speak.

Later that night, I sit at my desk, trying to focus on code. Isabelle is already in bed, reading a novel on her phone. I want to join her, but I need to push an update to the Home Screen Gallery app. Users had been requesting a bunch of different ways to pick which photos were shown, including randomly selecting from their gallery, showing favourites etc. Previously they had to manually select all the pictures that were shown, but now this would give them a lot of premade options and increase user friendliness. As I push the update to both IOS and Android my inbox pings, there's a new email.

Payment Received - $10,000.00

I blink, re-reading it twice. They actually approved my submission on the first go. I'd been expecting multiple revisions required and a lot more work, but apparently not.

I smile faintly to myself, before scrolling through some of the comments on the app page for the Home Screen Gallery. A user has written, "Why isn't this built into IOS and even Android by default?"

I laugh quietly. "Maybe one day."

I shut my PC down and get into bed. The room is dim, the only light coming from the soft glow of her phone screen. Isabelle's lying on her side, scrolling lazily through whatever she's reading. She looks over as I slip under the blanket.

"Took you long enough," she murmurs, voice low and tired.

"Update finished," I say. "Figured I'd earned some sleep."

She smiles faintly, putting her phone down. "You always say that, then end up working half the night again."

I chuckle quietly and wrap an arm around her, pulling her closer until her back rests against my chest. She sighs softly and relaxes into me. For a while, we just lie there, listening to the rain starting outside, the gentle rhythm tapping against the window.

Her breathing slows, and I feel her hand slide over mine. "Thank you, Si," she whispers.

"For what?"

"For still being here. For not giving up on me."

I kiss the back of her shoulder. "Never will."

We stay like that for a long time, the world outside fading into nothing. Her breathing steadies. Mine slows to match.

When she finally drifts off, I whisper against her hair,

"You're the strongest person I know, Izzy."

I close my eyes, holding her close, and for the first time that night, the silence feels peaceful.

Morning comes quietly. Sunlight spills through the curtains, warming the edge of the bed. Isabelle's still asleep. Her hair a mess across the pillow. I don't wake her right away. For a moment, I just watch her breathing calm and steady. She looks so peaceful, so beautiful as she lays there.

When she does open her eyes, she looks at me and smiles faintly.

"Morning."

"Morning," I reply. "You ready for today?"

She stretches, stifling a yawn. "As I'll ever be."

I give her a quick kiss before getting up and heading into the bathroom to get ready. The water is piping hot, just the way I love it. It feels good after a restless night. When I come out, she's already sitting up, scrolling through her phone, hair half brushed and falling over one shoulder. There's a quiet determination in her eyes, the kind I haven't seen in a while.

"Come on," I say softly. "You don't want to be late on your first day back."

She smiles. "Since when did you become Mum?"

"Since you started sleeping through alarms."

She throws a pillow at me. I catch it and laugh. Izzy's arms are already up to shield herself as I launch it back towards her, somethings will never change. Siblings will always be siblings no matter how old we get.

Downstairs, the house hums with the soft rhythm of a normal morning. The smell of toast and coffee fills the air. Mum's already in the kitchen, humming to herself while packing away some dishes. Dad sits at the table reading something on his tablet.

"Morning, you two," Mum says with a quick smile at us "Breakfast's on the counter."

"Morning," Izzy and I say in unison.

It almost feels like old times, the clink of mugs, the faint sounds of the birds, sunlight spilling across the kitchen floor. Izzy sits beside me at the counter, stirring sugar into her coffee. She's got on black jeans and a white fitted top, nothing dramatic, yet she still looks beautiful in that effortless way that makes my chest tighten and other parts stir.

"You're watching me eat again," she says with a small grin.

"I'm making sure you don't chicken out."

She rolls her eyes. "Not a chance," she says, finishing her coffee in one sip.

Mum glances over her shoulder. "You'll both be fine. Just take it slow, okay?"

Izzy nods. "We will."

There's a knock at the door, three quick taps. Rachel.

I glance at the clock. "She's early."

Rachel stands in the doorway, her bag slung over one shoulder, her smile bright but her nerves obvious. "Morning! You guys ready?"

"Almost," Izzy says, grabbing her bag from the hook. "Just need my phone."

Rachel steps inside for a moment, chatting easily with Mum and Dad, they're basically her second set of parents, just like hers are to Izzy and I.

"You two have a big day," Mum says kindly. "Be good to yourselves."

"We'll try," Rachel laughs.

Izzy gives our parents a quick hug, then turns to me. "Come on, chauffeur."

I grin, grabbing my keys. "Yes, ma'am."

We step outside together, the morning sun warm on our faces. It's strange how normal it all feels after everything that's happened coffee, laughter and the faint hope that maybe; just maybe, life is starting to feel like ours again.

I drive them to campus, the morning sun bouncing off the car bonnet. Izzy's quiet at first, just watching the city go by, her hand fidgeting with the strap of her bag. But the closer we get, the straighter she sits.

By the time we reach the gates, she looks ready.

"You've got this," I tell her.

She exhales. "I know."

Rachel grins. "Let's go remind everyone who you are."

The campus buzzes with life, students rushing between classes, laughter spilling out of open doors. Izzy hesitates for half a second before stepping out, then straightens her shoulders.

Rachel links arms with her as they walk.

"I can't believe we're actually back," she says.

"Yeah," Izzy replies. "Feels weird. But good."

Isabelle

The second she steps onto campus, everything hits at once, the noise, the chatter, the smell of coffee drifting from the café near the entrance. Her chest tightens, but Rachel's beside her, talking about lecturers and how expensive textbooks have gotten.

They're halfway across the quad when she hears it the sound of familiar voices.

Her old group. The same girls she used to spend every lunch break with, back when she'd been a bitch to her brother, before he'd saved her and everything changed.

"Isabelle!" one of them calls out, hurrying over like they've missed her for years. "Where have you been? We thought you transferred or something!"

Izzy forces a polite smile. "Just needed some time off. Family stuff, you know how it is."

They nod, pretending to understand, before their eyes land on Rachel.

"Oh, hey... Rachel, right?" one of them says, tone flat.

"Didn't know you two were hanging out now."

Rachel just smiles. "Guess you do now."

The group exchanges glances quiet, loaded looks that say more than words ever could. Izzy crosses her arms. "She's with me," she says simply. "And if that's a problem, that's your problem."

A few awkward laughs follow. One mutters, "Relax, we were just asking."

Izzy doesn't bother replying. She just turns away. By the time they reach their class, Rachel bumps her shoulder lightly.

"You know, I kind of liked that."

Izzy smiles faintly. "What?"

"You standing up for me. Guess our parents made the right choice becoming friends, hey?"

Izzy chuckles. "I guess so."

The rest of the morning drifts by smoother than she expects, small talk with classmates, a few curious looks, but nothing cruel. The familiar smell of paint and paper in the Visual Arts lab grounds her more than she realises. For a moment, she even forgets why she was afraid to come back.

Simon

The computer science building smells like warm dust and caffeine. My first lecture drags along, it's the same material, same examples, all stuff I've already learned on my own. Half the class is trying to wrap their heads around recursion while I'm halfway through mentally rewriting one of my app functions just to stay awake.

After class, I head to my supervisor's office for a quick check-in. Professor Jackson looks up from his phone and grins when he sees me.

"Simon! I was hoping you'd drop by."

"Morning, sir."

He waves his phone. "You'll appreciate this, I bought your Home Screen Gallery app last week. My wife loves it. I've got it rotating photos of my kids every hour. Best thing on my phone right now."

I blink. "Wait you know about my app? And you bought it?"

"Of course I did! It's brilliant. You built this yourself?"

"Yes, sir."

He leans back, still smiling. "Then let's not waste your time. I want to put you on an independent study track. Check-ins once a month, reports, whatever you're already building it'll count as accelerated coursework."

I stare at him. "You're serious?"

"Completely. You're ahead of your year, Simon. Might as well make it official."

We go over details, but I'm barely processing them. The whole time, part of me keeps wondering how Izzy's doing. Whether she made it through her first-class okay.

Isabelle

By midday, things almost feel normal again. Rachel and I grab sandwiches and find a bench under one of the big oaks. We talk about art theory, campus gossip, anything except the past.

That's when it happens.

My old friends walk by again, loud, laughing, carrying iced coffees like nothing's changed. They wave then come over to us still talking, I put a smile on my face as I greet them.

They sit down by us still chatting. Suddenly Ashley, a blonde and a complete airhead looks up and exclaims "Oh wow, look at that guy. His so cute, I would love for him to ask me out."

Rachel and I follow her gaze and spot Simon walking across the courtyard toward the engineering block, laptop bag slung over his shoulder.

"Wait..." one of the other girl's says, loud enough for the entire group to hear. "Isn't that your brother Izzy? The idiot one you always complained about?"

Another, Hannah laughs in response. "Oh shit you're right, you didn't tell us he's hot as hell though Izzy. I'd have gotten him into bed with me already if I'd known. In fact, I'd let him fuck my brains out right here and now if he wanted. Any chance your brother likes blondes with big breasts Izzy?"

Rachel nearly spits out her drink. My face goes red instantly.

"Unbelievable," I mutter, standing up. "Come on, Rach. Before I say something I'll regret."

Rachel snorts, grabbing her bag. "Now I really like him."

Simon

Classes wrap up quicker than I expect, so I head to the car and park near the main gates to wait for Izzy and Rachel. Students are spilling out of buildings, laughing, calling to friends that end-of-day buzz everywhere.

I spot them before they see me. Izzy's laughing not the forced kind, but real, the kind that makes her eyes crinkle. It's been a long time since I've seen that.

Rachel checks her phone, then looks up. "That's you, right? Richy's on his way to grab me, so I'll wait by the gate."

Izzy nods. "Cool. Text me when you're home."

Her old friends are still hovering nearby, walking with her even though she's clearly trying to shake them off.

One of them glances at me, then grins. Another leans in, whispering quietly to her friend. Izzy stops dead and gives them a look that could freeze fire. They laugh awkwardly before drifting away.

Izzy walks the rest of the way alone, shoulders back, head high. When she reaches the car, she opens the door and slides in beside me.

"Long day?" I ask, glancing over.

She exhales, smiling faintly. "Actually... a relatively good one."

Through the windshield, I see Rachel wave as Tiny's red Mercedes pulls up, he looks like a giant behind the wheel. She gives me a quick thumbs-up before hopping in.

I start the car. The drive home is quiet in the best way. The kind of silence that feels earned, calm, comfortable.

When we pull into the driveway, Izzy leans her head back against the seat and sighs softly.

"It feels good, you know? To just... have a normal day again."

I glance at her, a small smile tugging at my lips.

"Yeah," I say quietly.

"It feels pretty damn good."

We step inside, kick our shoes off, and the house greets us with the soft glow of the living room lights. Mum and Dad are already on the couch, the TV paused on some streaming menu. A big bowl of popcorn sits on the coffee table, half-eaten.

Mum looks up first. "Oh good, you'll are back. Come and sit with us, we're picking a movie to watch."

Izzy gives me a tiny smile. I can tell she's tired but in a good way, the kind of tired that comes from doing something brave.

We join them on the couch. Izzy curls into my side without thinking, her knees tucked up, her head resting against my shoulder. I wrap an arm around her, mum smiles at us, obviously happy that we're getting along so well. The past year, before Izzy's incident, it would have been screaming, fighting and arguing only between us.

"What are we watching?" I ask.

Dad shrugs. "Something light. Nothing with explosions, your mother threatened me."

Mum rolls her eyes. "He picks the loudest movies every time. My ears are still ringing from that John Wick marathon."

"That was one time," Dad mumbles. "And it was only a trilogy."

Izzy snorts, grabbing a handful of popcorn. The sound of her laughing makes something in my chest loosen.

Mum turns to us. "So... how was the big first day back?"

Izzy sits up a little. "Honestly? Pretty good. Better than I thought it'd be."

Mum's whole face softens. "I'm glad, sweetheart. Really glad."

Dad nods. "You looked more relaxed the moment you walked in."

Then Mum looks at me. "And you? How was your day?"

I feel Izzy shift slightly against me, curious.

"It was good," I say. "Actually... my Professor, Mr Jackson wants to move me to an independent study track."

Dad raises his brows. "That's pretty much unheard of for a first year."

I nod. "Yeah. He bought my app, the home screen gallery one, and now he wants me doing my own projects for credit instead of sitting in lectures."

Mum beams. "Simon, that's incredible! See? Hard work pays off."

Izzy nudges me with her knee. "Told you you're a genius."

I shrug, trying not to grin too much. "We'll see. It's a lot of responsibility."

Dad snorts. "Responsibility you're more than capable of. You've been taking such good care of your sister, and you've always hated going to classes anyway. This will be perfect for you son."

Mum presses play on the movie; it's Pirates of the Caribbean on Stranger Tides, and all of us end up relaxing while watching it. Within ten minutes, Izzy is properly leaning on me, her fingers absently playing with the fabric of my shirt. I pass her the bowl of popcorn, and she keeps stealing all the biggest pieces like a criminal with no remorse.

Mum laughs at Jack Sparrows antics while Dad insists the movie is predictable but keeps watching anyway.

Izzy drifts closer with every minute, warm against me, safe. And I sit there thinking "This, this right here is what I want our normal to feel like."

By the time the credits roll, Mum stands and stretches. "Alright, you two don't stay up too late. Long day tomorrow."

Dad gives us a tired wave before heading upstairs. The house falls quiet again, warm and safe around us.

Izzy turns her head slightly against my shoulder. "Let's also head up babe." She whispers to me, voice husky.

"Yeah," I whisper back. "Let's go."

And together, we head up to our room, the calm of the evening still wrapped around us.

Izzy walks slightly ahead of me to my room, our room now, barefoot, hair loose around her shoulders. She doesn't say anything until we reach the door of our room.

The second it clicks shut; she turns.

She doesn't hesitate. She steps into me, grabs the front of my shirt, and pulls me down into a kiss that's deep enough to steal every last thought from my head.

Her lips are soft, warm and absolutely perfect; but she kisses me with an urgency I haven't seen from her before, like she's been waiting all day for this.

I kiss her back just as hungrily.

When we break apart, she rests her forehead against mine, breathing hard.

Her voice is low, almost a whisper.

"Do you know how many girls wouldn't shut up about you today?"

I blink, still catching my breath. "What?"

She lets out a short, frustrated laugh. "My old friends. Whispering about how hot you are. How they never realised you were so hot before. How they'd totally give you a chance. Or in Hannah's words, 'how she'd let you fuck her brains out right then and there if you wanted'"

Her hands slide up my chest, slow and deliberate.

"I hated it," she murmurs. "Listening to them talk about you like you're some... opportunity."

I feel her fingers curl into the fabric near my collarbone.

"You're mine, Simon." Her voice drops even lower. Getting husky with her lust, but still strong and commanding.

"I don't share."

I exhale shakily. "I don't want anyone except you Izzy and I'm not going anywhere, promise."

She smiles small, dangerous and absolutely irresistible. Then she kisses me again, slower this time, deeper, like she wants to memorise every part of me, or like she's determined to suck my soul out my body.

Her hands move to my shoulders, then to the back of my neck. When she pulls me towards the bed, it's wordless, effortless like a gravity I don't even think to resist.

"Come here," she whispers.

The room feels warmer. Softer. The world outside doesn't exist anymore.

She sinks onto the bed, pulling me down with her. Her touch is confident now, sure of herself in a way that sends a shiver straight through me. Her fingers trail under my shirt, light but deliberate.

"I want you," she says quietly, the honesty in it hitting me harder than the words themselves. "After everything... after today... I just want you."

My breath catches. "Izzy..."

She silences me with a kiss, slow, deep, full of promise, full of need.

Soon my shirt is on the floor, followed swiftly by my pants. I pull my underwear off and my cock springs me, rock hard and eager to be buried in my sisters welcoming depths.

"Mmm, I've missed your dick in me, baby brother." Izzy says, voice dripping with want.

"Come and take what's yours then Sis." I reply as I remove her top, throwing it onto the floor, followed swiftly by her jeans. She's in her bra and panties now and I take a couple of seconds to just admire how hot and sexy she is. She takes the opportunity to remove her bra, slowly, teasingly to expose her amazing breasts. I'd truly never seen a pair as magnificent as my sister's before, Izzy reaches over and pulls my hand towards her, placing it on her breast. I begin to gently rub and knead at it, pinching her nipple and rolling it between my fingers. Our lips are locked as I play with my sister's breasts and I break the kiss and instead lay a trail of kisses from her jaw, moving down towards the base of her jaw and to her neck, all the while moving lower and lower to the base of her neck, before finally arriving at her breasts. I kiss her gently, licking and caressing her nipple, with my mouth on one and my hand playing with the other. She moans softly as I suck her nipple into my mouth and apply a little pressure, biting it gently before switching to the other breast.

Isabelle

I'm feeling pure ecstasy as I feel Simon's strong hands roam over my torso and down to my butt, as he tenderly nibbles and kisses my breasts and neck. I slowly reach down and take hold of his erection, gently pumping it up and down.

Simon reaches down and slides my underwear off. He runs his fingers along my back, gently rubbing them across my butt again and then back up. He continues to softly kiss and suckle at my neck and nipples, but I want him inside me. I need him inside me, making love to me.

Simon

Izzy moves, breaking the kiss and removing my mouth which is sucking at her nipple like a baby. She flips our positions, so that she is on top of me, straddling me. She reaches down and positions my cock beneath her pussy, I feel some of her juices drip down onto me, she is so wet, before she lifts slightly letting the tip of my dick slide up against her before sliding down again. Effectively dry humping me, except she is soaked, I'm leaking pre-cum and my dick is between her outer folds as she holds me there while she slides up and down. The sensations are exquisite and I'm content to let Isabelle run the show. She lifts up as she arches her back and pulls her hips back and forth, causing my dick to drag back and forth across her lips. We both moan softly at the movement, some part of us trying to keep the noise down, though thankfully our parents sleep like the dead once they're out, and nothing short of a scream or the house falling down will wake them.

Izzy opens her eyes and looks directly into mine. "I love you, Simon, with all my heart and soul." she says softly. She slowly pushes down as I finally feel my dick slide into her welcoming tunnel of love. I gasp in pleasure, at the exquisiteness that is my sisters body and the sensation of my cock being buried deep inside her. There is no extra space either length or width wise, our bodies fitting perfectly together. Her pussy made for me and my dick for her. Izzy can't help letting out a small whimper of pure delight as she comes to a rest on me, my dick buried fully inside her.

Isabelle

Every centimetre I travelled down Simon's shaft felt like pure bliss to me, every cell of my body crying out in pleasure as I reach the base of his cock. Having my baby brother buried in me, doesn't just feel great, it feels natural, like we're made for one another, so perfectly do we fit together, and I know that no matter what happens I'll never be able to live my life without Simon in it. After a few moments of resting, with his dick buried fully in me I start to pull myself higher and begin to rise up on him, pulling his cock gently out of me until only the tip remains.

Simon moans again as I start the most pleasurable of trips back down his shaft. I start sliding up and down on him, alternating the speed and angle each time. I can see my brother is in another dimension, as his eyes roll back into his head, his attention focused purely on keeping his mouth shut, so he doesn't wake mum and dad. The pleasure of being filled, then emptied, then filled again is nearly too much for me to handle, but I'm determined to keep quiet while making love to my brother like a wife makes love to her husband.

We were making love, both of us. Not just having sex but making love. it wasn't the first time, but it was just as special as the first time. I moan softly, and when Simon is once again buried completely in me, I flex the muscles of my pussy, sending a rippling effect along his shaft. He moans again, louder this time before pulling a pillow over his head to muffle the sound.

I begin to orgasm, a wave of pleasure building up as I tenderly bounce up and down on my brother. I feel him tense up before he also starts to erupt in me, fulling me up with his cum. I lean forward and push the pillow out of the way before taking his lips in my own and kissing him as the passion and power of our orgasms run through us, before collapsing on him.

Simon

I couldn't believe how good this felt. The gently contracting muscles of her pussy seemed to want to pull me even further towards her womb. Izzy was laying on top of me now, sweaty and spent or so I thought.

"Now that you've made love to me baby brother, I want you to fuck me, hard, show me that I'm yours."

Rather than replying to Izzy verbally I slowly pull myself out of her body, I'm still hard and it's not hard to understand why, when my literal goddess of a sister is on top of me, completely naked and looking better than life itself.

I slip out from under Izzy and get behind her, I reach down and take her hips in my hands. I pull her up and against me. She asked me to fuck her and show her that she's mine and that's exactly what I intended to do.

"Are you ready Sis?"

She looks back at me, eyes full of lust and love and replies with just one word.

"Yes!"

I rub my cock against her pussy, which is leaking cum. Then I move it up a little bit so I'm rubbing against her other entrance.

Izzy looks back at me in surprise and with a little worry in her eyes. I know that the only person she's been with is me, and that something like anal would need to be discussed first with her, but it's fun to tease her still. I move the head of my cock back to her eager pussy and with one sure motion I hilt myself fully in her. Izzy's back arches at the penetration as I pull her hips against me so I'm as deep in my sister as humanely possible. A little moan escapes her lips, and I slowly withdraw from her until just the tip is still inside, before once again slamming back into her, until her butt is against my pelvis and there is not an inch of space between us.

I start moving in and out of her, slowly building up speed as I maintain a short and fast to long and slow alternating pattern of thrusts. Izzy is moaning softly, but doesn't say a word outside of that, she's more focused on trying to ensure she doesn't make too much noise as I continue to fuck her from behind. I lean forward, taking her breast in my right hand and playing with it a little as I slow the pace down temporarily. I lean forward to whisper into her ear.

"Hey sis, think you'd like it if I grabbed your hair?"

Izzy manages to gather her wits enough to respond, thanks to the slower pace.

"Do whatever you want to me Si, I'm all yours."

I release her breast and instead gently take a fistful of her long, dark brown in my hand. With my right hand now firmly grasping her hair and my left on her hip, I start pounding into Isabelle again. I never thought I'd be in this position, on my bed, my older sister completely naked in front of me, holding onto her hair as I fucked her doggystyle. Izzy is now letting out low grunts every time I pull on her hair, giving me a bit of extra speed and control as I'm sliding back into her warm, wet pussy. Izzy's moaning is increasing in volume along with the grunts and I let go of her hair and instead hold onto her hips as I continue pounding her. Izzy's ass is in the air, but her face is now buried in the pillow to muffle the sounds escaping from her mouth.

Suddenly Izzy tenses up and I feel her pussy contract, holding me in place as her orgasm hits. She moans through it all, head still buried in my pillow as my own orgasm is triggered and I drain my balls while still buried deep in my sister's pussy. When our orgasms have finally subsided and I've recovered some strength we get up and head into the bathroom to clean up, first Izzy and then myself. Once we're done getting cleaned up and changed into our pyjamas, Izzy sprays a bit of air freshener around the room before joining me in bed.

"I love you so much Simon, that was amazing. First we made love. Then you fucked me silly and made me yours."

"I love you to Sis, if the rest of my life can be spent buried in you, I'll die a happy man one day." I reply with a smile.

Izzy's response is a playful hit before she snuggles up against me and we fall asleep.