Isabelle: Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Isabelle: Chapter 2

The next day, I woke up from another dream about Isabelle. I felt so uncomfortable and dirty. I needed to take a shower so I got a new set of clothes for the day and hopped in my shower, turning it all the way up. The water was still cold and not warming up so my shower only lasted for a few minutes before it became unbearable and I had to get out and dry off. I put on my clothes for the day and headed out of my room. Right down the hall from my room was the other bathroom on the top level of the house and coming out of that bathroom was a completely naked Isabelle, except for the rolled towel around her head. “Oh shit, sorry!” I said averting my eyes and going back into my room, as Isabelle ran back into Mary’s old room. Secretly, I savored the image of her naked body, trying to visualize it again in my mind. Her breasts were so perfect and perky and her nipples were a light pinkish red, hard like small pebbles. I could see she also kept her vagina shaved and clean. The swollen looking lips were a vibrant pink and they looked like they had just been ‘used’. Was she masturbating in the shower? I couldn’t think straight. My cheeks were a bright red as I stepped out into the hallway again, walking down the stairs for breakfast. “Good morning, Lucas.” My mom said, “Why are you so red?” “Oh, uh, hot shower,” I replied as I walked to the cabinets to get out a bowl. I grabbed the milk and my favorite cereal and made myself a bowl, eating it quickly to not have to face Isabelle. ...

... Unfortunately, she came down, this time wearing clothes, but still with the towel around her head. “What do you want for breakfast?” My mom asked her. “Oh, eh, what Lucas is having?” she said, turning to me. My mom brought her a bowl and a spoon. “Here,” I said awkwardly, handing her the box and the milk. “I love American breakfast foods,” she said, giggling as she took in spoonfuls of the sugary cereal. “So um Isabelle,” my mom started, “Lucas’s dad has to work today, but I was thinking that maybe you, Lucas, and I could go out on the town, maybe go to the mall or something? I was going to go today anyway.” “Oh, eh, Lucas and I were thinking that we would go out with some of his friends for the day, you know, show me, eh, what American teens do for fun,” she lied. I guess she just wanted to talk to me about earlier. “Oh, that sounds lovely,” she said, “Lucas’s friends are great! Well, except for you know who,” she said, staring at me. “Robby’s just a little peculiar,” I said as Isabelle giggled. “Well, if you need anything text me, I’m going to get going pretty soon.” My mom said, going back into her room. A painful, awkward silence took over as I slurped the rest of my cereal, trying to be quiet. “Sorry you had to see that earlier,” Isabelle finally said as I brought my dishes to the sink and started washing them. “See what,” I replied, hoping she’d drop it. She giggled to herself as she finished the cereal, bringing her bowl and spoon to me. “You are sweet,” she said, kissing ...