Isabella: Part 2: Vacation

Since moving in with the Blanchers Isabella had had little to no contact with them, choosing to stay in her room whenever possible. Their family vacation to Hawaii was the first time she was going to be forced to actually spend time with them. Luckily Isabella sat by herself on the plane as the seats the family booked were not grouped together. Once they arrived at the hotel, she received her own room while the Blancher boys, Andy and Alex shared and room and the parents shared another. So far she had managed to avoid the awkwardness of being near her family.

Finally, her luck ran out when Adam and Sheryl suggested they all take a walk down to the beach to stretch after their long flight. “I’d rather just rest in my room first,” Isabella suggested.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you were snoring the whole way here,” Sheryl scoffs at her excuse. “Come on, we’ll buy you a bikini that will make your brothers have to fight off all the boys around.” She dragged Isabella into a shore side shop.

“They seem to get along well,” Adam laughed.

“Don’t be stupid, Dad,” Andy grumbled. “How could you bring that whore into our house?”

“You watch how you refer to your sister,” Adam became stern.

“Whatever, once I’m in college, I won’t have to look at her.”

“Dad, why is Isabella a whore?” Alex asked Adam bluntly.

“The same reason you’re a bastard,” Adam’s response was only slightly malicious. Long ago he and Sheryl told him that he was not the son of Adam and that his father was actually a young man named William whom did not pay child support because he had been disowned by his parents and had less money than Sheryl. Alex saw William on a regular basis but it was hard to think of him as a father when Adam provided everything for him without complaining at all. He admired Adam’s sense of responsibility to the son of his wife’s affair.

“Isabella isn’t really my sister, is she?” Alex confirmed.

“You have absolutely no blood relation,” Adam admitted.

Alex smiled to himself. Despite not being treated poorly by Adam, he still felt slightly less welcome in his own house than the golden child, Andy, Adam’s and Sheryl’s only legitimate offspring. Having Isabella around made Alex feel slightly less ashamed of himself. At the very least, he was no longer alone in his shame.

Both Andy and Alex looked like their mother, with brown slightly thin hair. However, Alex’s was much lighter as William had been almost blonde. He also kept his hair shorter than Andy’s and combed properly like Adam’s. Andy let his grow out in some sort of effort to be rebellious. Although his parents never cared about how everyone viewed their debauchery ridden family, several people at school often gave him a hard time about it. As such he came to resent his parents slightly.

Adam, Andy, and Alex were already on the beach when Sheryl and Isabella arrived. Sheryl was wearing a large straw hat and comically large sunglasses. She had on a black bikini with a red skirt wrap. Isabella was wearing a blue bikini skirt and an open white sweater. She was too embarrassed to wear any less.

Alex noticed Andy staring and pinched him. “That’s your sister, you know.”

“Shut up, twerp.” Andy pinched him back.

“Alright, I’ve got a whole roll of film to use up by the end of the week so let’s get started.” Sheryl motioned for everyone to get in the frame of her camera. Adam stood off to the side, showing off his green swimming trunks and dad-grade Hawaiian shirt complete with sunscreen whitening his nose. Alex approached Isabella and wrapped his arm around her waist. Slightly annoyed, Andy mimicked his brother, placing his had on her other hip.

Sheryl took the picture and then laughed. “Now let’s take one where Isabella doesn’t look like a slut about to take two at once.”

Both boys had to back up slightly to appease their mother. Feeling standoffish, Isabella rolled back her eyes and stuck out her tongue, letting quite a lot of drool drip off it, while also making a V with two fingers on each hand, purposefully trying to look like a girl in the middle of an intense orgasm. Sheryl burst out laughing as she took the picture. “Teach me to open my fat mouth.” She slipped the camera into her over the shoulder bag, giving up for the moment.

“Can we go swimming?” Alex asked.

“I didn’t buy your trunks for you to make sand castles all day.” Sheryl waved him away uninterestedly.

“Can we go swimming,” Andy repeated in a mocking tone. As he was nearly an adult, it had been years since he bothered asking for his parents’ permission to do anything. Alex’s behavior just got on his nerves.

Isabella followed after Alex, wanting to go for a dip as well.