Isobel, or Izzy, had gone to high school with Jacob and Leo, faternal twins - brothers who were born at the same time, yet were not identical. Sometime towards the end of their senior year, Jacob decided to ask her out. It had been a year since then and Izzy and Jacob were still going strong. Sure, they had their arguements at times, but they had managed so far. Jacob had gotten a fairly well paying job shortly after graduating, Isobel had as well; Leo had a job, but shortly after he and Jacob had rented an apartment together, he was laid off. Izzy didn't live with them, but she stopped by, helped out as much as she could, as least until Leo could find some work. Jacob seemed to trust her and Leo well enough, never doubting his girl even though she was one very attractive woman.
Izzy stood at a good five foot eight inches, weighing in at roughly a hundred and thirty pounds. She was tall and filled out nicely, with c-cup breasts and plump, nice athletic rump. She was often called leggy, with long, white, pale, nicely shaped, shaved legs. Her hips were wide, but perfectly so, shoulders small and rounded. Face was a perfect oval shape, with thin, pink lips, a small nose, and perfectly shaped emerald green eyes. Her lashes were dark and long, her eyebrows thin and sharp, her hair long and black, spilling over her shoulders in silken curls. Simply put, Izzy was a bomb shell. Her job consisted of some minor modeling work at the local store where she also worked part time as a cashier.
Today, she had off and was bringing a set of magazines to the brothers' apartment at the request of Jacob. He sometimes came home late and didn't have time to stop by the store on his way home; today was one of those days. About an hour ago, Jacob had sent her a text, asking if she could grab them for him. She'd taken a shower and dressed herself in strappy, casual sandal heels of black, tight black jeans and a black tank top that cut off just above her bellybutton which glinted in the light from the silver ring she had peirced there. Grabbing up her purse and keys, she left her apartment and proceeded to drive to the small mini mart to grab Jacob's magazines and a pack of smokes.
About twenty minutes later, she was parked at Jacob's apartment complex, pulling out the bag and purse, locking the door to her car before heading to the elevator. A moment later, she stepped out onto the 4th floor, her heels clicking as she made her way down to apartment 407. She knew that Jacob wasn't home, but Leo probably was, so she decided to knock first; if no one was home, she could have always used her key, but Isobel had a tendecy to be polite, so she knocked just in case.
Izzy stood at a good five foot eight inches, weighing in at roughly a hundred and thirty pounds. She was tall and filled out nicely, with c-cup breasts and plump, nice athletic rump. She was often called leggy, with long, white, pale, nicely shaped, shaved legs. Her hips were wide, but perfectly so, shoulders small and rounded. Face was a perfect oval shape, with thin, pink lips, a small nose, and perfectly shaped emerald green eyes. Her lashes were dark and long, her eyebrows thin and sharp, her hair long and black, spilling over her shoulders in silken curls. Simply put, Izzy was a bomb shell. Her job consisted of some minor modeling work at the local store where she also worked part time as a cashier.
Today, she had off and was bringing a set of magazines to the brothers' apartment at the request of Jacob. He sometimes came home late and didn't have time to stop by the store on his way home; today was one of those days. About an hour ago, Jacob had sent her a text, asking if she could grab them for him. She'd taken a shower and dressed herself in strappy, casual sandal heels of black, tight black jeans and a black tank top that cut off just above her bellybutton which glinted in the light from the silver ring she had peirced there. Grabbing up her purse and keys, she left her apartment and proceeded to drive to the small mini mart to grab Jacob's magazines and a pack of smokes.
About twenty minutes later, she was parked at Jacob's apartment complex, pulling out the bag and purse, locking the door to her car before heading to the elevator. A moment later, she stepped out onto the 4th floor, her heels clicking as she made her way down to apartment 407. She knew that Jacob wasn't home, but Leo probably was, so she decided to knock first; if no one was home, she could have always used her key, but Isobel had a tendecy to be polite, so she knocked just in case.