Blood Is Thicker Than Water Ch. 01

Isabell Northmaine was a very depressed woman, but not many people could tell. She could fake a smile with the best of them and flash her pearly whites and show off her dimples with charm as if the world was her playground. Very rarely did she ever slip and make the mistake of revealing her true lonely and tortured inner self to anyone else; anyone else that is except her Great Tante Malita.

Isabell felt like she could be herself around her Tante, French for Aunt. Isabell liked to caller her that even though they wasn't French. See even at a young age Isabell had a vivid imagination. She would spend hours playing by herself; pretending she was a grand duchess or a royal consort. However this childlike gift was unfortunately paired with Isabell's great self-hatred for her own self being. Her mother had been adopted and so she felt like she had no roots. And as an overweight, black girl the roots she did have she was ashamed of and disgusted by them. And so she used her imagination to escape them and deny them. This denial spilled over into real life. Isabell would claim to co-workers and friends to be of French, Irish or Dutch ancestry; to have traveled the world or have many relatives when in truth she had only two.

Isabell's only living relatives where Tante Malita and her estranged sister Anika. Tante Malita was in her early 80's and sickly. She was of mixed black and Portuguese race with long white hair that reached the small of her back. Many nights while Tante was in one of her senile moods, Isabell would soother her by brushing her hair and speaking in foreign accents and telling stories of how they must get ready for bed because they were going on holiday to France or Morocco or some other exotic nation the next morning. The twenty-two Isabell took care of her ailing aunt with Alzheimer's all alone while her sister Anika had abandoned them.

Anika was beautiful, petite with almond shaped eyes a bright smile and naturally long curly hair. She was a lawyer with a larger firm and she was married to a man named Jonathan Quintana who owned his own shipping company. Anika was only five years older than Isabell but the second she could she had left Isabell to take care of their aunt all by herself. For the first few years she visited but then the visiting gave way to calls, then the calls to cards, then the cards to nothing. It had been seven years since Isabell had seen Anika; and the last time had been by accident at the supermarket.

Isabella knew that Anika had a daughter named Marisol who must be around 12 now and she had just given birth to a son a year ago named Antonio; they had received the baby picture in the mail.

Isabella hated the fact that Anika was off living this perfect life in a big beautiful house while she was stuff in a small apartment watching the person she loved the most in the world the most slowly loose her memory and pass from this world.

But Anika had a plan. One day while giving her Tante a bath she told her.

"Tante. I'm going to go away from here and you too."

"Really?" Malita said so childlike. Isabell held back tears as she washed her aunts back softly.

"Yes. But you are going first. I will follow you."

Her Tante turned her head and smiled. "Ok, my dear ok."

"Ok." Isabell smiled back.

"You have to be baptized first ok. You're going to heaven Tante Malita. You're going to be free. You'll be your old self again." Isabell tried to smile but tears were in her eyes.

"Don't cry, Isa. I'll be my old self again." Malita had a huge smile on her face but her eyes showed something that hadn't been present in years....knowing.

"Ok, lay back." Isabell held Malita's head in her hand and slowly sank it under the water then laid a firm hand on her chest. Malita smiled at her and reached of the water and wiped some tears from Isabell's face.

Isabell turned away as her Tante started to shake and seize as her body was deprived of oxygen. Water splashed everywhere, soaking Isabella and the room was so loud. Until suddenly there was silence and the body in the tub lay still. Isabell removed her hands and peer into the tub to see her Great Tante dead with her eyes open and her white hair floating out around her like a halo.

Isabell turned to the toilet and threw up. After composing herself and stopping the tears from coming down as hard. She pulled her Tante from the tub and laid her gently on the soft peach colored rug in the bathroom and covered her with a towel. She half-heartedly attempted CPR then called 911.

6 hours later Isabell returned to the apartment from the hospital. She picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Ringgg-Ringgg-Ringg-click- Hello?"

"Anika?"

"Yes this is she."

"It's Isabell."

"Isabell! Oh my God! It's so nice to hear from you!"

"Listen I have to-"

"Babe! Babe, Isabell is on the phone."

In the distance "Really? Tell her I said hi."

"Anika its impor-"

"Jonathan says hi. So what's been going on with you?"

"I'm trying to tell you. Its Tante she's-"

"Mom! Have you seen my tap shoes?"

"Anika!"

"Hold on a second Isabell"

"They're in the hall closet! Ok I'm sorry what-"

"Tante's dead."

Click

Isabell hung up the phone irritated. She had driven her to this! She had left her in this hell and left the decision to peaceful end their aunt's life on her shoulders. Anika was to blame. Anika, with her house and career, husband and kids. Well Isabell swore to get revenge on Anika and get what should have rightfully been hers.

 

Ding! Ding!

The door to the yellow townhouse opened and Anika answered the door. The second she realized it was Isabell who was on her front step Anika's face dropped, but she recovered quickly and ushered her in.

"Isabell! I didn't know you were coming! Come in, come in!" They were standing maybe four feet inside the house near a table with a phone on it and a coat rack. There were stairs directly in front of them and two open rooms on either side of them one was the dining room while the other looked to be the living room.

Anika took the time Isabella was scoping out the house to scope out her sister. She was still chubby, which was a shame since she had such a pretty face. She was wearing a tan plaid dress with cream lace around the hem on the bottom and the princess sleeves. Her hair was done in the retro 40's style with curls and pinned back but you could smell the hairspray. Anika smiled at that, she had natural curls. Isabell wore cream flats with a tan bow on them something that looked like they were from the goodwill.

At the sound of the doorbell Anika's husband Jonathan came down from his study upstairs to see who it was and was dumbstruck by the sexy plus-size pin up girl standing next to his wife. She had large breast that rounded out above the neckline of her dress. Her hips strained the fabric and the when she turned around he noticed her firm round ass perfectly displayed by that dress. Jonathan's cock started to stiffen at the sight of her. Who was that?

Anika noticed her husband at the top of the stairs.

"Oh honey, come meet my sister Isabell."

Her sister?! Jonathan thought. He better keep his dick in check.

Jonathan made is way down the staircase and shook Isabell's hand but couldn't help staring at her lips which were shiny and cover in red lip gloss.

Isabell liked the reaction she was getting from Jonathan. She'd noticed the hard-on he was sporting too. Jonathan was tall and athletically built. He had medium length brown hair and hazel eyes with flecks of green in them if you looked real close. He had a wide mouth and full lips, made for kissing.

"Come, you have to meet the kids. Marisol! I'll go get Antonio he's in his play pen." Anika dashed upstairs to get her children leaving Isabell and Jonathan together.

Isabell spoke first.

"So Anika wrote that you own your own company that's very admirable." Isabell smiled wide.

"Y-yes, thank you. Um, do you have any bags or anything?" Jonathan needed some fresh air. Isabell pointed outside to the porch. Jonathan basically sprinted to go get them.

While outside Jonathan reminded himself he loved his wife. It was just a physical attraction and that was lust not love. He had two beautiful kids and that's what matters. He had sobered up quite a bit by the time he returned inside and shut then locked the door.

Isabell was very observant she noticed the change in his body language so she stopped the flirting and straightened up her act. To achieve her goal she had to play this perfectly, every...single...part.

"Here they are!" Anika announced as she descended the stairs. She had one babe in her arms and a moody preteen hot on her heels.

"This is baby Antonio or O as we call him." Antonio or O was a lean little baby boy with light brown eyes, long lashes and pouty pink lips. He was absolutely adorable and looked just like his father.

"Awww. Hi O." Isabell reached out a hand and little Antonio reached back and grabbed it then did the most peculiar thing he pulled it close then twisted from his mother and leaned towards Isabell.

"Can I hold him?"

"Seems he wants you to." Anika said dispassionately as he son was cradled by her sister. She watched as her sister held him like she had been doing it her whole like. And the usual fickle Antonio was so relaxed and just stared at Isabel like she was an Angel.

When Anika tried to take him back he started to cry so Jonathan said just leave him be. That did not sit well with Anika.

"And this is Marisol." Introduced Jonathan in is smooth voice.

Isabell turned from speaking baby talk with O and introduced herself to Marisol.

"Hello Marisol, I'm your aunt Isabell."

"Yea, whatever like can I go now?" Marisol turned to her dad. Her dad just nodded and Marisol thundered up the stairs to her room.

"Ok little man time for bed." Anika pulled the reluctant Antonio away from Isabell and told Jonathan to show Isabell the quest room.

The quest room was a large, space room decorate in yellow floral design which was a bit much for Isabell's taste but it would do...for now.

"Is the room ok?" Jonathan asked as he set her suitcases near the bed.

"Yes it's perfectly fine thank you." Isabella barley glanced at him the key was to seem disinterested.

"Are you getting settled?" Asked her sister as she walked into the room.

"I will, yes".

"Glad to hear it. And how long with this visit be for. I mean don't get me wrong you my sister and I love you I was just wondering..." Anika trailed off her hands clutched together.

"Well permanently I guess. I mean I got evicted from the apartment I shared with Tante Malita because we paid for it with her disability check and I don't have a job and didn't go to college like you did Anika. I hope that's not a problem. I mean I could always go to a shelter." Isabell went to move towards her suitcase.

"No!" Jonathan said first, appalled at his wife not responded sooner. "Of course you're welcomed to stay as long as you need, right Anika?"

"R-right." She faked a smile. "Well I'm sure you're exhausted from the trip all the way from Boston to Springfield so you should get some rest Isabell." Anika turned to leave.

"Maybe tomorrow one of you could show me around the town?" Isabell asked before the married couple headed out of the room.

"Well I work in the city all day and Jonathan is usually pretty busy with errands and such so I don't think-"

"No babe, I'll have time tomorrow. She can come with me on my errands and taking the kids to school and stuff. I'm only going to be at the office a couple hours if you don't mind waiting Isabell?"

"Not at all." Isabell said with a smile.

"Well that's just great." Anika said slightly bitter. "Well goodnight." She said as he ushered Jonathan out the door and shut it leaving Isabell standing in the center of the room in the semi darkness.

Isabell found a lamp and turned it on and unpacked her things then got ready for bed. In the other room Jonathan did the same. While in bed both of their minds were on each other.

And as Isabell slowly fingered her pussy to and orgasm it was Jonathan's name that was on her lips as she came. And as Jonathan was plowing his thick 8 inch cock into his skinny wife he was imaging Isabell on her hands and knees moaning for his cock as he pumped his seed into her.

The only difference between the two was that Jonathan wrote it off as a fantasy while Isabell was determined to make it a reality.