Sins Of Her Sister

Chapter 5

Layla

The party is wild and I finally talked Julie into getting off the dance floor for another round of drinks. I fill our cups with vodka and cranberry… well, a splash of cranberry. I'm having fun for once, so I’m trying to keep the buzz steady. Raising my cup to my lips, I barely taste the burn of the vodka as I gulp it down. When I turn around, I realize Julie isn't next to me anymore. Heading toward the bathroom at the back of the house, I find Carson standing in the dark. My brows furrow in confusion as I slowly walk up to him and notice him with someone. Not able to control myself, I inch closer to catch a glimpse of strawberry-blonde hair— and my boyfriend shoving his tongue down her throat. My best friend since childhood accepts it as she grinds her body onto his. The feeling of liquid hits my feet as I realize I suddenly dropped my drink. I finally turn to run out of the house. I’m almost to the door when I run into someone.

“I…I'm so sorry,” I stutter, still looking down at my feet.

“Watch where you're going.” Looking up, I see that it was Ryan I bumped into. When she realizes tears are rolling down my cheeks, I notice a shift in my step-sister's eyes. I'm not quite sure what to make of it.

“Layla, what the fuck? Are you okay?” Ryan asks with concern on her face. Not in the right headspace to deal with her personality switch, I run out of the house, and I don’t stop running. I have no idea where to go, so I end up at the only place I’ve ever felt an ounce of happiness. I sit on the swing at the playground that Julie and I used to play at. Now that I'm alone, I let the tears fall freely. Then, everything goes black.

Ryan

I don’t know why the fuck I care that Layla was crying. Something about her pretty green eyes shedding tears and knowing it's not because of me doesn't sit right. Walking through the house to find her best friend and ask what the fuck is going on, I stop when I finally see Julie coming from the hallway.

“Why the fuck was my step-sister running out of here crying like a little bitch?!” I ask. Julie's eyes widen in surprise.

“What are you talking about? Layla left crying?” she asks worriedly. Is this chick for real right now?

“Did I stutter, Julie?” I ask, inching my scowling face closer to hers. Without answering me, Julie runs out of the house. I swear, these girls have issues.

Standing there, shaking my head, I watch Carson make his way to me. Something in the pit of my stomach churns. Locking our eyes, Carson continues until he's standing inches from me.

“What's up, Ryan? Didn't expect to see you tonight,” Carson says as his eyes travel down my body.

“Who am I to miss the first party of the school year?” I say, noticing the boner he's sporting under his jeans. “Looks like someone didn't take care of you,” I tease, smirking up at him.

“Why? Do you want to help take care of me?” He leans in closer to whisper in my ear. Usually, I would be down to play Carson’s games. Anything to piss my step-sister off is a good time for me. Everyone knows he’s a manwhore, everyone except Layla it seems, but she chooses to wear rose-tinted glasses, playing naive and innocent.

Something's off between Layla crying, Julie's weird reaction, and this conversation with Carson. Before I can answer, Blaze swoops in and pulls me into his side.

“Sorry, bro. I'm headed home. Ry and I already had plans.” Blaze growls. Having been extremely filled tonight, I nod at Carson and allow Blaze to take me to the car. Something fucking happened and I’m going to figure it out.

Kali

Looking up at the stars with the cool breeze blowing through our hair, it feels nice. Especially with the rage seeping through our pores. My sweet Layla is too damn kind and too good to everyone. She's always been handed the short end of the stick in life, but never asked for more. I get lost in memories of Layla, six-years-old, in her little bed at night.

Lying there, pretending to be asleep and holding our stuffed monkey tightly to our chest. No matter how much we prayed, he never missed a visit.

We heard the door to our bedroom open and footsteps creeped toward our bed. Squeezing our eyes hard and hoping, maybe once, he will just go away. We felt the covers being lifted and heard his scratchy voice.

“Are you pretending to be asleep, my love?” he mumbles. Smelling the alcohol on his breath, we tried not to gag. Most would think being called ‘my love’ is a sweet term of endearment. But every time we heard it, we wanted to vomit and weep. Feeling his rough hands slide down our nightgown and then up our body, tears leaked from our eyes.

“Please, no. Please, not tonight,” we pleaded. But of course, he didn't listen. Slipping one hand into our panties while using his other to touch himself, he did what he usually did. When he was done and satisfied, he'd buckle up his pants and bid us a good night.

“Goodnight, my love. Daddy loves you,” he said sweetly. Completely sick to our stomach, we'd lurch out of bed to throw up.

Hearing a limb snap, I’m thrown out of our memories to see Julie approaching. She’s supposed to be Layla's best friend, and for a while I could understand why she was. After tonight, though, that will change. Our heart is beating faster, and my urges are begging to create mayhem.

“Layla!” Julie shouts, rushing towards us. Julie doesn't know about me. That I come out to play when Layla is triggered. No one does. Fortunately for us, she won't get a chance to tell anyone about me. If no one else protects Layla, I undoubtedly will.

“Julie, you really have some nerve coming to find me tonight,” I purr, making her stop half a foot away from us.

“Layla, I'm not sure what upset you…” she starts, her voice already trembling.

“You don't know what upset me?” I laugh, throwing our head back dramatically. “Oh… I don't know, Julie. Maybe it was watching my boyfriend shove his tongue down your throat while you rubbed your nasty pussy all over him. That sure seems upsetting… Don't you think, Julie?” I say sarcastically. Smirking at her, I drink in the terror and realization on her face.

“Layla, I'm so sorry. It was the alcohol. You know I would never purposely hurt you.” Julie starts sobbing.

“You know… I took you for a slut, Jules. I didn't take you for a liar, too,” I say. Letting out a laugh because I’m done wi th her shit, I step toward her while holding her stare.

“I'm so sorry. I'll do anything for you to forgive me,” she pleads. Her begging is music to our ears, but my fun has just begun.

“Anything, huh?” I twirl a piece of her hair between our fingers.

“Yes, Lay! Anything. Anything you want! Just tell me,” she says with a hint of hope in her voice.

“I want your blood,” I respond, tilting our head.

“What…” she questions, but before she can comprehend the situation, I hold her by her hair and punch her in the nose. It immediately starts spraying blood. Julie is on her knees and squealing. What a magnificent sight.

While she's tending to her broken nose, I spot a glass bottle on the ground. It's really shitty to litter, but lucky for me, I actually need it. Picking up the bottle, I break it against the swing set pole and prowl back to Julie. As she lifts her head, I snatch her by the hair and tow her toward the forest. Poor Layla could never do this with how weak she is, but I can be strong for the both of us.

Julie is kicking and screaming all the way to my favorite spot. We're deep in the woods, next to the playground. No one knows about this place, not even Layla. It's far from everyone, so she can scream as loudly as she wants for me. After letting go of Julie's hair, I straddle her, using our legs to hold her arms down.

“Please, what are you doing? We’re best friends!” she whimpers, her body violently shaking.

“Shhh… Layla was your best friend and what a shitty one you've been,” I tell her with a smile.

“What do you mean?! You're Layla!” Julie shouts, her eyes pooling with confusion and more tears.

“No, honey. I'm Layla's vengeance. I’m here to give her justice,” I say calmly. Without letting her speak, I clamp Julie's tongue with our fingers and take the sharp end of the bottle to sever it from her mouth. The glass isn't all that sharp, so the slice work is awful, and it takes longer than usual. It’s a little annoying, I must admit. I make a mental note to leave a knife out here before Layla comes to next time. Blood spills everywhere and lands on our top. Oops. Oh, well! Bringing her severed tongue to eye level, I inspect it like it's a delicacy while Julie tries to squirm beneath me. I kiss the tip of it before sucking on it, licking the sides and finding ecstasy in the metallic taste of blood.

“Mmmm…” I moan. “Do you know what this tastes like, Jules? This tastes like Layla’s fucking boyfriend!!” I tease over her sounds of anguish. “Open up!” I sing song. She shuts her mouth tightly and her eyes are bulging out of their sockets as she shakes her head in fear.

“Come on, Jules. You've opened your trap a hundred times for some dick. So… open up for us, bestie,” I say sweetly. I put her detached tongue to our mouth and hold it with our teeth as I roughly squeeze her cheeks together with one hand, pinching her nose with the other to block her oxygen intake. After a few moments, she finally opens her mouth and gasps for air, but not for too long. I spit her tongue back in her mouth just in time and it falls perfectly to the back of her throat, making her gag and choke. Julie is fighting for air when I lock her head in place by her jaw, still pinching her nose.

“Now be a good fucking slut and choke on it, baby,” I torment, smirking as I watch her face turn redder than her hair. Eventually, she coughs up the little muscle when I allow her to move her head to the side, making it land next to us with a little thump. Tears stream down her face and mix with the blood around her mouth. I slide our tongue through the blood and tears on her face, loving the sweet taste of revenge.

Julie tries to speak, but she can't form any words, making her sob harder in horror. Using the glass bottle, I harshly cut her clothes off. At this point, she's beginning to lose consciousness from the blood loss. Snaking my way to her naked breasts, our lips find her nipple and I sink our teeth into the tender flesh until the tang of blood tickles our mouth. I bite hard enough that the nipple detaches from her dying body. Quickly spitting it out, I make my way to the other side and do the same thing. Julie catches a second wind from the pain and looks like she’s about to pop a vein from screaming so hard.

It's not quite messy enough for me, so I take the broken glass and hold it up to her neck. She’s shaking her head so hard, she might give herself whiplash. I dig the glass into her neck, feeling the satisfying pop as it punctures her delicate skin. My grin gets wider as I watch her blood bubble up at the same time her eyes start to lose their light. The slice starts at her neck, then I carve down her body until blood is gushing out. Now that Julie is nice and quiet, I forcefully pull each side of her body until her chest is wide open, her warm blood completely drenching us.

The sight of blood turns me on and the adrenaline has me moving quickly to get a release. I push our bloody hand down our pants and into our panties. Finding our clit, I start to rub furiously, still straddling Julie. Her dead body and her blood all over us makes me wetter and wetter. Rubbing faster, I can feel my orgasm coming full force. Eyes rolling to the back of our head, I feel my orgasm take over every inch of our body. We’re trembling and grinding on Julie, her lifeless body jerking with our movements.

“That was fun, bestie of the year,” I say out loud as I pat Julie’s cheek a few times, leaving blood and a little bit of our arousal on her cheek.

Finally coming down from my high, I stand to observe the beautiful mess I've made. Realizing it's now three in the morning, I drag Julie over to a hole I remember seeing the last time we were out here. After burying her body, I finally head home. The need for chaos has calmed down enough and Layla will return soon.