She was actually very gentle with me. She laid on the bed behind me and wrapped her arms around me. She lightly stroked my hair away from my cut and hummed her lullaby; the same one as before. Maybe this was the perfect time to have a conversation with her. She didn't seem fixed on ripping my clothes off.
"Isabelle?"
"Yes my dear?"
"Are you happy?" Why not ask the obvious?
"I am happy with you Mr. Du Bois." She's got it bad.
"But, what about everything else. Are you happy with your work, your home, what do you want for yourself?"
"You are really good to me, I never want to leave you." Great, I have a stalker.
"But -". Before I could ask another question she leaned over and kissed me. She was soft and gentle. She worked her way down my neck and to my ears. My breathing changed and I started getting aroused. I didn't want to feel guilt tonight, I just wanted to relax and have peace. I used her words.
"Will you just hold me my dear?" It worked.
"Yes my love." She rested her head behind mine and we drifted to sleep.
When I woke up Ashley was sitting next to me. She asked if I slept well and told me she didn't want to wake me so she let me sleep. She was back in her own clothes and was reading the diary. She asked about the encounter and I told her every detail, even the kiss. She looked a little curious about the kissing but seemed too shy to ask more about it. Plus, she really wanted to search for the missing pages. We must have looked for hours through the boxes and still didn't find them. We decided to rest and search the next morning.
When I got up the next day Ashley was already upstairs plundering. I told her I'd help after breakfast. We even ate upstairs because she was so fixed on finding her lost pages. She was determined they'd have a clue. I wasn't going to argue with her. We searched again for hours until we were both sweaty and tired. I was ready for a break.
"I'm going to get something to drink you want anything?" I asked.
"Sure, bring me whatever you're having."
After pouring our drinks, I walked back upstairs just in time to see Isabelle pulling her dress over her shoulders. I told her hello and took note of how comfortable I was becoming with her around. But it didn't change my agitation at the situation she was forcing on us.
"I brought you some tea."
"Oh thank you very much." She looked surprised like I had given her a diamond.
"Its not a problem." I acted like no big deal.
She commented on how sweet the tea tasted, I told her it was a new style that came from Mississippi. She liked it. I was happy my lie worked. I was getting good at lying; even to myself. I tried not to think about the events that had taken place between us. But I couldn't help but wonder if they were going to happen again. I didn't want them to, I swear. I was just wanting to make sure Ashley was safe.
Isabelle sat drinking her tea and watched me pace the room. I felt so antsy. I hated being in unknown territory. I deal with facts at work, and this situation was all speculation. I was recounting all that I had learned to this point. Isabelle was calm and seemed like she wanted to talk. I just need some good questions. I remembered her entry about wanting to visit her family one day.
"Have you heard from your family lately?"
"Yes, I hear from Momma last week. She is feeling better." She sipped at her tea again. It was funny watching her sip iced tea. I guess there was only one way to drink tea back in the day.
"That's good." I just went with it. "So, what have you been telling them about your life over here?" I'm getting good at this.
"I tell them how much I love it. And how much I love working for you." She took another sip.
"Thanks, I guess." I wasn't sure where to go from there, so I just asked the obvious. "What is it you like so much about me?" She giggled at the question.
"You mean besides love?"
"Yes. I think." I wasn't certain what she was asking, but I wanted her to talk.
"I like how you treat me. You no treat me like servant. You hard worker. You generous man. Should I say more?"
"No, but thanks - again." I could see we weren't getting anywhere.
"I can hardly wait for you and me to be together." She walked to me.
My heart started beating faster just watching her approach. I knew I shouldn't want to kiss her, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to. I leaned down to meet her advances. We kissed aggressively. I embraced her at the waist, then let my hands travel upward to her shoulders, then on her neck and face. I kissed her repeatedly. When she spoke Du Bois' name in her unmistakable french accent, it reminded me of what she had caused me to do. Ashley and I were victims in her ploy. We were at her mercy.
I started feeling angry. My sister was beautiful and sweet. She didn't deserve to be taken advantage of by me or anyone else. Isabelle was just a jealous psycho, who couldn't stand the fact that Du Bois had someone other than her. She didn't deserve to have him. She didn't deserve her last wish. This was all her fault. If she was going to force me to do this, I wasn't going to let her enjoy it.
I pressed her against the wall and started kissing her very rough. She didn't relent. In fact, she matched my intensity. We were tearing at each others lips biting, sucking, breathing heavy. I had my hands locked on her face, she held my face with hers. I pressed my pelvis against her, pinning her against the wall. With each break in our kiss she exhaled fiercely then inhaled before diving back in. That bitch. She was actually enjoying it. I broke the kiss again; I was pissed.
"All you want is to fuck isn't it." I accused her. "I'm gonna give you what the fuck you want!" I was yelling.
I spun her around so her back was facing me and pressed her chest against the wall. I grabbed at my pants trying to unfasten my button and zipper. She was pulling her dress up. She was actually wanting it. I freed my cock about the time she revealed her naked bottom. She held the hem of her dress in front of her with one hand and leaned forward to expose her puss. I pressed my shaft between her ass and felt it rub over her slit. She was soaking wet.
I felt her hand guiding me inside her. I pushed in hard. She screamed loud and grabbed at my clothes pulling me toward her even more. I jerked out and pushed back even harder the second time. She cursed and pleaded. But she wasn't begging me to stop, she was begging me to do it again. Fuck! How could she! What woman likes to be abused sexually like this? 'She was a total freak!' I thought to myself.
I pressed her flat against the wall and continued my assault on her cunt. She screamed with every thrust. The slap of my pelvis hitting her butt echoed through the room. I grabbed her hair and turned her face to the side. I put my mouth next to her ear and hatefully whispered.
"Is this the way you like to fuck? You couldn't resist could you?" I moved in and out of her; over and over again.
"You couldn't stand the thought of me fucking someone else, so you seduced me so I'd fuck you didn't you?" She acted like she wanted to turn around. I forced her back against the wall and buried myself inside her as deep as I could.
"Don't try to turn around, I'm giving you what you want." I pressed harder. I felt cum rising inside me so I pulled out of her and held her against the wall with one arm while I jerked myself to climax with the other. Jets of cum sprayed her ass. When I looked back up at her I saw tears in her eyes. I didn't care. She deserved it. 'Now maybe she'll leave us alone.' I told myself.
When I stepped back away from her she didn't turn around. She let her dress down and walked to her dressing table. She wiped herself off with a towel. We didn't speak to each other. Remorse was starting to set in. I stumbled back into a chair and watched Isabelle clean herself off. Her sniffling told me she was crying. Tears started falling down my face. 'What have I done?' Reality was hitting hard. I just fucked my sister.