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Ohhh s****r !!

... Why?" I didn't want to see my Mom. I wanted to go to my room and think about all of this, maybe talk to Iz about it. "Just do it." I watched her limp up the stairs and my feelings were hurt. I was confused and unsure of what I had expected to happen—but certainly not this. But I did exactly as Izzy had commanded. My mother was in the kitchen cooking and when I saw her I felt a fresh wave of fear and guilt. I grabbed a bottled water. "Izzy's walking a lot better." Mom commented absently. "I so appreciate that you take care of your big s****r." I concentrated on unscrewing the lid from the water. "Not a problem. When will dinner be ready?" "About half an hour." I headed out of the room. "Alright, I'm gonna wash up." "Okay, Babe." I hurried up the stairs and went straight to the bathroom. Why did she make me do that?! My heart was beating out of my chest! I started the shower and stripped out of my clothes. I stood with my head under the spray of water in total disbelief at what had just happened. I'd fingered my s****r...but I didn't feel guilty about it. She had climaxed; which meant that she had liked it, too. At dinner I kept my eyes on Izzy but she was pretending that nothing had even happened. She even asked me something about school. I stuttered and stumbled all over myself. How could she be so calm about this?! I glanced around the dinner table and everyone was talking and acting as if the world hadn't just changed. After dinner I followed Isabelle up stairs. "What do ...

... you want?" She snapped. "I have to do my homework." I followed her into her room, shutting the door behind me. "We need to talk about this." She stared at me. I didn't know what to say, then I figured that I would just tell her how I feel. I opened my mouth. "Did you plan that?" She asked. "No!" She just stared me. "I didn't know that was going to happen, Iz. I didn't plan it." She nodded, I guess convinced that I was telling her the truth. "Well it's never happening again, k**do." "Don't call me k**do." She shrugged and flopped down on her bed and picked up a book. "Look, I have homework." Then she gave me a dismissive look. For a second I realized that by doing this thing I had totally messed up our relationship. God...what if she never was my Isabelle again? I felt my eyes flood with tears. Shit, as if I needed to start crying at this moment! "Fuck..." I wiped my eyes. "I love you. Deal with that." Then I walked out of her room and went to my own. Pt. 4 For the next few weeks Isabelle continued with her strange mood and I moped. She made arrangements for Greg to bring her home from school and lots of times they would come back to the house to study, or he'd stay for dinner. I avoided them as much as possible by hanging out after school. I even got a part time job even though I had a full academic scholarship. I thought that in time, maybe my desire for her would lessen. I thought that the images of her masturbating would lessen, and that I would stop replaying the erotic ...