Sins Of Her Sister

Chapter 7

Ryan

It's Saturday night and what's my ass doing? Rotting in bed, sketching. I usually enjoy lazy nights like this, doing what I love. Tonight, I'm only able to draw one thing or should I say, someone. I've already drawn five portraits of Layla and at least two of the scenes were from what happened this morning. I wanted so badly to perfect the way she looked at me when she came all over my hand through her panties. I'm trying to burn the image into my brain. Getting ready to start on a new page, my phone lights up with a text from Blaze. With a grin on my face, I pick up the phone to read his message.

Blaze: Hey, princess!! Be ready in 15. I'm OMW.

Ryan: )

Ryan: Can you at least tell me if I'll be returning home?!

Blaze: Not tonight, sweetheart.

Rushing to get dressed, I can't help but wonder what he has planned tonight. I chose my dark purple tube top under my black netted long sleeve shirt, a pair of black skinny jeans with holes in the knees, and of course, my favorite Converse. An idea forms in my head while I brush my hair out and finish my makeup with my signature dark red lipstick.

I don't bother knocking, but instead, burst into Layla’s room, making the door slam against the wall. I snarl when I remember why I hate coming in here. It's too bright and clean compared to my dark and disorganized room with posters all over the walls and my art supplies scattered everywhere. Looking over to see her lying on her queen sized bed, atop her white, fluffy bedspread, I noticed she had earphones in and didn't hear me come in. Kicking the door shut, I march over to her and yank the earpiece out.

“Get dressed. You're coming with me,” I demand, walking over to her dresser and throwing a tight, red sweater and a pair of dark blue skinny jeans on her bed.

“You've completely lost your brain cells if you think I'm going anywhere with you, Ryan,” she scowls. Not liking the tone in her voice, I stomp over to her and roughly grab her chin, forcing her to look at me.

“Oh, you’re going, little angel,” I tell her, faking a sweet smile.

“And why would I do that?” she mutters. Not breaking eye contact, I lean in where our lips are almost touching. I can smell the mint on her breath.

“Because if you don't, I'd hate for Mommy to find out what her precious daughter was doing last night,” I threaten. Layla stutters—I love the satisfaction that envelops me knowing I make her this nervous.

“Are you just going to blackmail me every time you want me to do something?” she asks boldly.

“If I must. Now, hurry up. Meet me at the door in five minutes,” I tell her as I leave her room. This night is about to get far more interesting.

Sitting in the front seat with Blaze, I catch Layla pouting in the backseat. I’ve never met someone so fucking miserable, but I guess I am the reason why she's unhappy right now. I should feel bad, but unfortunately for my sweet step-sister, I never give a fuck. I decided that she's mine to toy with and I'll do what I want, when I want.

“You didn't tell me you were bringing company!” Blaze speaks over the wind blowing in the cabin of his Jeep, narrowing his eyes at me.

“You didn't tell me where you're taking us,” I respond, giving him a pointed look.

“A, is throwing a party tonight at his parent’s cabin by the lake. He invited us, so I told him we would be there,” he says without looking at me.

“A, huh? Getting a little more friendly, are we, Daddy?” I tease.

“Oh, baby…I'll be as friendly as I need to be as long as you're involved.” He turns to look at me and winks. I can't control the giggle that erupts from my chest. Blaze has been acting affectionate with me recently, a lot more than usual. I'm not sure when that shift happened, but I can feel the change in our relationship, and I don't know how to feel about it yet.

“Could you two get a fucking room?!” Layla snaps from the back seat. Turning around and fake pouting, I tease her more.

“Aww…are you and Carson fighting? Is that why you've been such a bitch today?” I smile. Expecting a snippy reply, she doesn't say anything. Instead, she turns her head to look out the window. Growing intrigued, I give her my full attention, shifting my body to face her as much as I can without the seat belt choking me. I observe the way she intensely rubs her hand up and down her thigh, like she's trying to calm her nerves.

“Wait a minute. Are you two not getting along?” I ask. Finally, looking at me, Layla snaps.

“We are fine. Even if we weren't, it’s none of your fucking business, Ryan,” she says with a lot more sass than I’m used to getting from her.

Before I can reply back, I feel Blaze's hand squeeze my thigh, warning me to drop it. If it were anyone else, I'd tell them to fuck off, but I trust Blaze more than I trust myself. Turning back around to face the front, I sigh deeply and let it go. I noticed Layla is starting to grow a backbone, and as much as it should piss me off, deep down, I’m proud. Her mom treats her like shit, no matter how hard she tries. I know I should and could be kind to her, but I can't stop the strong need to feast on her emotions and lure out her chaotic energy, just to watch it burn because of me.

We pull up to the cabin and it takes my breath away. I dreamed of owning a log cabin on the lake and this one takes the cake. Standing at two stories, I can see the crystal chandelier hanging over the foyer from where I stand. Blaze leads us inside the cabin with Layla following behind. Making our way toward the drinks, I attempt to be nice so I turn around to offer my step-sister one. Not to my surprise, I see that Carson has already stolen her away. Not mentally ready to deal with that bullshit right now, I go back to fixing myself a strong whiskey and cranberry cocktail. I’m relishing in the soft burn coating my throat when a set of arms snake around my waist and soft lips against my ear.

“Hey, baby.” A sexy grumble tickles my ear and goosebumps erupt on my arms. I peek around to find Aaron’s icy blue eyes staring back into mine. He’s biting the corner of his plump, bottom lip, signaling that he's already feeling tipsy.

“Hey, you…thank you for the invite.” I shoot him a seductive smile as I turn around to look at him.

“How could I not? After last night, I can't wait to taste you again,” he says, running the tip of his tongue along his lower lip. Blaze throws an arm around me, but this time he's not ready to pounce on someone. His indifference is new to me.

“What's up, A? Thanks for the invite.” Blaze smirks at him and I swear a blush spreads across Aaron's face. These two were acting like they couldn't stand each other yesterday, but today they're acting like good friends. I guess a little dick will do that to you—or maybe little isn't the right word. I meant huge. There’s nothing little about the two men standing next to me. Not physically or personality wise.

“Yeah, I had a lot of fun with you guys and thought it wouldn't be a party without you two here,” Aaron says.

“Well, maybe we can have round two? What do you say, Ry?” Blaze asks as he places a kiss on the top of my head. Even though my girl down there is already purring and wet, I roll my eyes and duck under Blaze's arm to face them both.

“You better get on your fucking knees and beg like the good little boys you are or you'll never get to taste this pussy again. You're lucky you won that game last night,” I sternly say, winking at them before turning my heel and heading toward the dance floor. I hear a jumble of cursing under their breath and then the sound of footsteps rushing my way.

Two bodies sandwich me in as the music flows through my body. Aaron is staring down at me and Blaze is at my back. As their hands roam freely over me, I pull Aaron’s head down and connect my lips to his, our tongues slowly exploring each other. Blaze presses his erection into my ass and I whimper into Aaron’s mouth. I’m not sure where tonight’s headed, but I can’t wait to find out.

L ayla

Carson is pulling me toward an empty room and I'm stumbling trying to keep up. Once inside, he shuts the door and locks it quickly with a flick of his wrist. Turning around to face me, he cradles my face with both hands. If I didn't know any better, I’d think the worry in his eyes is legit, but I can finally say I know better. He’s full of shit . He has been calling and texting all day, but I haven't answered once. At least he’s tried to reach out, but the same can't be said for my best friend, Julie. She's either still hungover or feels too guilty to face the consequences of her actions. I'll choose the latter, even if that hurts me more.

“Baby, where the fuck have you been? I’ve been trying to get in touch with you all day,” Carson says with fake concern in his voice. I huff out a laugh and glare at him.

“Really, Carson? I just figured you were too busy with your tongue down my best friend's throat.” Realization hits his blue eyes, eyes that I used to think were so pretty. Now, all I see is the color of betrayal.

“Baby, I don't know what you’re talking about. I haven't even seen Julie,” he pleads. And it's getting annoying.

“Carson, don't take me for a damn fool! I saw you both last night!” I scoff.

“You're right,” he says, wearing an expression like he’s already sick of this conversation. “I'm sorry, it was a mistake. I had too much alcohol and it will never happen again, baby. I swear,” he responds quickly, without a hint of sincerity.

“I can't do this anymore, Carson,” I tell him. I feel powerful for once and try to walk off, but Carson encircles my waist with his arms and pulls me close to him. Burying his face into my hair, he pouts.

“Baby, don't do this. I promise. You're the only girl for me. I love you, Layla,” he sulks. I try to form the words to refute him until Carson starts placing light kisses on my neck, sucking with just enough pressure to make me breathe out a moan.

“Carson, please,” I whisper. I don’t know if I’m asking him to keep going or to let me go.

“Baby, I promise. I'll never let you down again,” he tells me, turning me around and pushing me against the door. He holds my wrists above my head with one hand as his other hand curls around my neck.

“I promise, Layla,” he breathes, forcing his tongue into my mouth. Not able to deny him any longer, I let myself give in. I am weak against Carson and I wonder if it will always be this way. It's been a fucked up day, and with the shit that happened with me and Ryan this morning, I can use this release. Picking me up by my waist, he lets me attack his mouth with mine as I wrap my limbs around his hard body. We're moving in unison when I tug my shirt over my head and Carson unhooks my bra. My breasts are free and the sensation of them rubbing against his chest makes its way between my legs.

Throwing me down on the bed in nothing but my jeans, Carson takes off his shirt and looks down at me. I feel the heat of his stare travel down my body then back up to my breasts before locking on my eyes.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he says in a sexy tone. He pulls my jeans and thong off in one swoop, leaving me bare for him.“Undress me, Layla,” he says, his eyes half lidded from lust. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I undo his belt and pants. Dragging his pants and boxers down his legs, I look up at Carson through my lashes. Without losing eye contact, I kiss the precum off his cock and lick it off my lips.

“Fuck, Layla. You drive me nuts,” he growls through gritted teeth. He places his hand on my chest and gently pushes me to lie back. Crawling on top of me, he kisses my mouth sucking and nibbling his way down the column of my neck.“Hold on to me,” he whispers as he wraps his arm around my back and moves us to the middle of the bed. The weight of him feels nice as his hand plays with each nipple, kissing me wherever his lips can reach.

“Fuck, Carson.” I'm on fire when I let out a breathy moan.

“You like that, baby?” I feel his smug smile on my collarbone. He thinks he’s won again, and maybe I’m the problem for letting him.

Carson is nestled on top of me, my legs spread to accommodate his body. He's taking his time with me tonight. Savoring each part of me, planting wet kisses and licking me up like I'm a melting ice cream cone. He sits back on his heels and holds up my legs by my ankles. The soft pecks he leaves on my legs send shivers up to my clit. He drags his moistened lips up my calves and when he reaches my inner thigh, he throws my legs over his shoulders.

“Carson…” I gasp as he licks and sucks the softer parts of my thighs, making sure to give each one attention. I'm drenched by the time his hot mouth closes over my center. My breath hitches and my back arches, but my mind is glitching. She's there with her white as snow hair, bright blue eyes, thick curves, and luscious lips that don't make me as nervous anymore, but instead give me butterflies. My mind is locked on the image of my step-sister in between my legs instead of my boyfriend. Ryan is working her magic around my clit, nibbling it just hard enough to intensify my pleasure.

“Baby, fuck. You're so wet. I've never seen you so fucking soaked. Is this all for me, baby?” Carson asks, breaking me from the daze. There's no way I’m telling him I wish it was my step-sister eating me out. Even if he deserves that type of humiliation, I would never live the shame down.

“Carson, I need you inside of me now,” I nearly beg, needing to wipe the thought of Ryan completely out of my mind. Carson places himself on top of me, holding himself up with his forearms on either side of my head. “Let me in, baby,” he whispers, pecking me with light kisses on my jaw. I spread my legs wider and guide his cock to my entrance. He slides into me with one thrust, causing us to both gasp. Thanks to the thoughts of Ryan, I was completely ready.

“Fuck, Layla. This pussy is so tight. And so perfect. And so fucking mine,” he groans between thrusts. If only he knew that wasn't true anymore. As the thoughts of Ryan are attempting to take over again, I realize this probably isn't the position for us. Ryan can’t control me like this, but I also can’t stand to look at Carson right now.

“Flip me over, babe. I want you to fuck me rough from behind.” His eyes widened in surprise. He’s never seen me this way, but tonight I’m getting mine and I don't give a fuck what he thinks. Pulling out and flipping me onto all fours, I arch my back and stick my ass in the air to welcome his cock. Carson has the perfect view which he acknowledges with a grunt. The heat of him moves closer and I yelp at the sharp sting of his hand slapping my ass.

“Ohhh, fuuuck…” I moan, enjoying the bite of pain. At that, Carson wastes no time and roughly shoves his cock into my pussy. For once, he listened to what I wanted and I think to myself, why the fuck haven’t we done this before? Slamming into me from behind, I feel the blood pulsing in Carson’s cock. Needing more, I whine.

“Pull my fucking hair, please.” I look back at him, biting my bottom lip.

“Mmm…yes. Anything you want, baby,” Carson obliges. Wrapping my hair around his hand, he yanks my head back until my back is arched to its max. The position is giving me the delicious pain I’d been craving. The sounds of our bodies slapping together are in unison with our moans and it’s making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Give it to me, Carson. Fuck me. Make me come,” I whimper. Pulling my hair until my back is pressed against his chest, he reaches his other hand around to work my sensitive clit.

“You've been such a good whore for me, Layla. I'm going to make you come now. Do you think you deserve that?” he growls into my ear before sucking on my lobe. His words slightly make me cringe because he himself doesn’t deserve this.

“Yes, Car. I've been a good fucking whore for you, so please make me come all over your cock.” I breathe heavily.

“Fuck, baby. I don’t know where this side of you came from, but I think I've died and gone to heaven,” he confesses. Well, that makes one of us. I want to reply, but for once, fucking Carson is doing it for me. Only because I'm finally taking what I want. Feeling myself on the edge, I scream.

“Fuck! That's it…let me have it. I'm coming all over your cock!” My body trembles as my orgasm aggressively flows through me, shakily holding myself up on all fours. The only thing keeping me from collapsing are Carson's hands gripping my hips up to meet his thrusts. He’s growling and fucking me hard when I feel his cock pulse inside of me.

“Oh my God, I’m fucking coming! Fuck, baby…” he moans stilling as his cum coats the inside of my walls. Thank God, I’m on birth control, because I’m too worn out to argue about him coming inside of me.

Falling onto the bed, Carson pulls me in close and tucks me into his warm body.“I love you, Lay. I really do,” Carson whispers into my ear. I used to get so excited at hearing these words coming from his lips, but they don't hold the same meaning anymore. Without responding, I scoot in closer and pretend everything's fine. Back to square one, I guess.