Sins Of Her Sister

​Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Ryan

After about an hour of dancing with Blaze and Aaron, I finally made my way off the dance floor. I felt like the goddess I am with both men grinding and rubbing on me while keeping my cup filled. Layla hasn’t appeared since we first arrived, so I assume she’s made up with Carson. What a stupid bitch. The anger I feel is unexplainable. I shouldn’t care, but I sense trouble in their little fucked up paradise.

After topping off my cup, I walk through the back door and step out to the perfect August weather. From the lit patio, I see the dock and stroll towards it. It is peaceful for me to be near a quiet body of water like this. Clearing my mind, I look up at the trees that surround the cabin and lake and spot a shed near the treeline. I notice the flickering fireflies and the full moon hanging out in the clear sky. I don’t remember the last time I tried to search for the Big Dipper, but I found it quickly. We hardly get to see the sky like this back home. Being out here makes me appreciate the beauty that is hidden from us by the fumes of the city. Finally at the dock, I shimmy my shoes off and settle at the edge of it with my feet skimming the water.

Lost in my thoughts, I can only hear the sound of music from the cabin and stare at the shimmering lake. My body tenses when someone sits down next to me. Aaron’s leg touches mine and he’s looking out on the water. We both can’t keep our eyes off the reflection of the moon as we sit in comfortable silence.

“My favorite place in the world is out here. It’s so peaceful and quiet. Away from all the bullshit and fake ass people back home,” he says quietly. Turning my head to study his profile, I admire his blue eyes that seem brighter and his lazy smile that adds to his gorgeous face. The breeze blows through his dirty blonde hair, making it look like the strands are dancing to the beat of the music. It puts me at ease to see his body language is relaxed.

“I can understand why this is your favorite place,” I say, turning to look at the water again before he catches me awkwardly staring. Now it was his turn to stare at my profile, causing heat to rise up to my hairline.

“I’m going to own a place like this one day. Somewhere beautiful, peaceful, and calls to my soul,” I say without looking at him.

“You’re different, Ry.” He lets out a low chuckle, making me giggle.

“What do you mean?” I ask him, turning to catch his eyes, but Aaron is already gazing into mine.

“I mean you’re not like any other girl I’ve ever met. You hold your own and you’re down for whatever. You’re also fun to fuck, if I say so myself,” he says with a grin spread across his pretty face. A little speechless, I scoff at his confession. He grabs my chin, forcing me to listen to the next words. His face is only inches from mine.

“More than that, you don’t care about what guys can do for you and you sure as hell don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks about you. I really fucking like you, Ry. I want to see where things go between us,” Aaron whispers into my mouth.

Aaron and I have always hooked up for fun, I would have never guessed his feelings ran deeper than that. Still holding eye contact, I felt the moment his lips were ready to collide with mine. Before he could get the chance, I shove him into the warm water.

Bursting out into a fit of laughter, I wait for Aaron to emerge. Breaking through the surface, he glares at me.

“What the fuck, Ry?!” he hollers as I laugh harder.Eventually, Aaron can’t help but laugh, too. The guilt reaches me so I hold out my hand.

“Okay, I'm sorry. I couldn't resist the opportunity.” I smile at him sweetly. Swimming toward me, he reaches for my outstretched hand.

“Sure you couldn’t,” he says, unconvinced. I feel a strong tug of my arm and without anything to grab onto, I flail into the water. I kick my legs, swimming up to the surface to find Aaron’s huge smile. I shake my head.

“You asshole,” I murmur, wiping a hand down my face. He splashes me and I accept it with a fit of giggles.

“Yo! I know you jerks aren’t swimming without me!” Blaze shouts from the patio. Aaron and I stop splashing to look up and see Blaze on a full sprint toward us. He’s stripping his clothes off while running, then pushes off the dock to cannonball into the water, causing a massive splash.

Once his head pops up, he playfully narrows his eyes at me.“Did you think you could get away without me?” he asks.

“Actually, I thought I could get away from the both of you.” I retort while swinging both arms, splashing both of them. Mumbles of “Yeah, right!” and “You wish!” came from both of them as I tried to swim away before they chased after me in the water.

After an hour of goofing around in the lake, we were spent. We walked back toward the cabin dripping wet without a care. Aaron offers his room for all three of us to stay in since he had a California king sized bed. After throwing our clothes in the dryer, we crawl into bed wearing Aaron’s pajamas. Layla is on my mind as I lie in between my two guys, wondering what she’s doing. The thoughts of my step-sister’s beautiful green eyes and sexy moans are on my mind when I doze off to sleep.

Waking up in a sweat, I sit up to realize it’s the middle of the night. Knowing I will not be able to go back to sleep, I quietly groan and throw myself back on the pillow. A mischievous lightbulb goes on in my head.

Slightly leaning over Blaze, I shake him lightly.

“Wake up,” I whisper close to his ear. Blaze doesn't move a muscle.

“Blaze!” I whisper-shout, giving him a harder shove.

“What is it? What's going on?” he groans, blinking the sleep from his eyes.

“Let's have some fun!” I say with a flirty smile on my face.

“Ry. It’s three in the fucking morning,” he responds with an eye roll and a whine. Blaze rolls back over to his side and almost instantly falls back asleep. I crawl over him, straddling his hips, and give him a quick hump before getting out of bed. His hand juts out to grab my wrist, pulling me back toward him. The small grin on his face tells me he’s too sleepy to get up, but awake enough to mess around. I tug back, making him lazily sit up on the edge of the bed.

“Blaze, let’s go! It’ll be fun. I promise,” I pout.

“Fine,” he finally gives in and gets out of the bed.

Checking back to make sure Aaron is still asleep, Blaze and I quietly make our way out into the hallway. Blaze pulls me to a stop and holds me still by my shoulders.

“What are we doing?” he asks. Batting my lashes at him, I admit my plans.

“I want to have some fun with Layla.” I give him a sly smile.

“You can’t be fucking serious?!” Blaze asks, looking a little perplexed. Although, I know it won’t be difficult to convince him. When it comes to me, he is up for my antics, even if we might regret it later. Though when it comes to Layla, I don’t regret anything. I pout my lips one more time.

“Please?” I beg. Blaze sighs heavily.

“Fine. What do you need me to do?” he asks with a face that tells me he is not amused.

“Just follow my lead, Daddy.” I wink.

I am starting to get annoyed when we've checked almost all the rooms and still no Layla. Saying a silent wish, I push open the door to the last bedroom. There on the bed, lies Carson and my step-sister. Carson is passed out facing the window, while Layla sleeps tucked into herself. She lays there naked, her tits in plain sight. Aaron mentioned that Carson went hard on the liquor, so I wasn’t concerned about waking him.

After going over the plan, I tell Blaze to move quickly.“Grab her and follow me, okay?” I whisper. Blaze nods, takes the duct tape we found, and slips into the room. Once he was in a good spot next to Layla, he swiftly covers her mouth with the duct tape. Her eyes fly open and she’s looking around in a panic. He takes both of her wrists in one hand and uses his teeth to pull more tape off the roll to bind her wrists together before she can comprehend what is happening.

We tiptoe toward the shed behind the house with Layla thrown over Blaze’s shoulder. I usher them inside before anyone sees. Spotting a dusty chair in the corner, I push it to the middle.

“Set her down,” I tell Blaze. We use duct tape to secure her legs to the chair. Taking a few steps back, I admire how gorgeous she looks naked and bound. Her pupils are huge and her cheeks are flushed, adding to her beauty. Fucking beautiful. Blaze stands next to me with his arms crossed.

“What now?” he asks. I look up to find him biting down on his bottom lip and his eyes wandering over my step-sister’s body.Jealousy bubbles from the pit of my stomach, making me nauseous. Slapping my arm into his gut, I ignore his grunt and move toward Layla. Straddling her lap, I grab a piece of her raven hair, and twirl it between my fingers, holding it up to my nose as I inhale her coconut scent.

“Layla, Layla, Layla...” I say, moving my eyes to hers. “You ditched me tonight. Do you know how rude that was? Especially when I was nice enough to invite you out with us in the first place? You hurt our feelings,” I pout, looking over my shoulder at Blaze.

“Isn't that right, Blazey?” I ask. Smirking at me and finally catching where I'm going with this, Blaze nods.

“Yeah, Lay. We were so excited to hangout with you tonight,” Blaze says, stepping toward us. “It's one thing to hurt my feelings, but I can't stand to see Ry’s feelings get hurt,” Blaze says as he places soft kisses on my neck.

“I think you should make it up to us, sister. Actually, you will make it up to us,” I say, getting up from her lap. Taking my knife out of my pocket, I switch the blade and study it in the dim light. Bending over to be at eye level with her, I place light kisses across her cheek as I slowly drag the knife down Layla's body. I see the goosebumps erupt over her, but she’s trying to be still.

“If I take this tape off your mouth, do you promise to be a good girl for your sister?” I ask, nodding my head. Nicking her nipple with the tip of my blade, Layla's eyes are wide as she quickly nods her head. I slowly peel the tape off her luscious lips and take the top one in between my teeth, sucking it into my mouth then releasing it with a pop. I search Layla's eyes and I can see the tears threatening to pour, but she’s not begging me to stop, either. Her beautiful eyes hold terror in them, but I notice the hint of desire in them, too.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Layla asks with a soft cry.

Without answering her, I glide the blade across her collarbone, twirl it around her nipples, then mapping a trail down and around her belly button. I take her nipple into my mouth and bite hard enough to draw blood, before soothing the pain with my tongue. Layla grunts, followed by a whimper as she hunches forward with her eyes closed.

“I told you, little angel. You are mine. Your pain and your pleasure. All mine,” I tell her with a tilt of my head. She stares at me with determination in her eyes, she’s holding back her tears.My blade stops right at her clit.

“Tell me, little angel. Does the pleasure excite you or do you crave the pain that you know I could inflict?” I ask her, watching her chest as her breathing gets heavier. I wait for her to answer me, but her pride keeps her quiet. The blade nicks her clit and she hisses. A small pool of blood gathers nicely at her nub. Looking back at Blaze, I smirk when I see him watching us.

“Want a taste, Daddy?” I ask him. Blaze stands behind me.

“As delightful as that sounds, the only pussy I ever want in my mouth is yours, princess,” he says, still watching the blood gather around Layla’s clit.

Covering her clit with my lips, I suck until I have enough blood gathered in my mouth. I spin around to Blaze and crash my mouth with his, sharing Layla with him. I feel high off ecstasy, savoring Layla with my best friend. Coming up for air, I lick up the remnants from his chin.

Layla is glaring at us and it brings me so much joy. Bending down in front of her, I shove my tongue into her mouth and she accepts me for a few seconds before pulling away with a disgusted look on her face.

“Delicious, isn’t it?” I laugh, tapping her cheek with my palm. Layla huffs, but otherwise stays silent.Taking one of her nipples between my fingers, I twist until she lets out a sob.

“Do you want me to please you, baby?” I ask my step- sister. Without waiting for an answer, I pucker around her nipple, eliciting a gasp from her. I use the handle of my knife to play with her slick center as she tenses. “You’re wet, sister. This must be all for me,” I speak slowly. Even with tears rolling down her flushed cheeks, Layla nods. I enter her with the handle of my knife, sliding it in and out with a smooth rhythm. Blaze is leaning against the workbench with his arms crossed over his chest, his erection making its presence known. All three of us are breathing heavily as we watch the handle disappear inside of her.

“Fuck, yes…Ry, that feels so fucking good,” Layla moans, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip.

Needing a taste, I drop to my knees to devour her as my eyes roll to the back of my head. I will never get enough of this, of her.

“Ryan…just like that, please,” Layla cries. I use my teeth, slightly biting her and clit and then soothing it with my tongue. Repeating that over and over until she’s quivering on my face. There is nothing I wouldn't do to continue this forever.

The wonder of what Layla and Carson were doing tonight takes over my mind. He didn't invite her to this party, I did. He didn't care about her, I did. Layla's squirming and uneven breathing shakes me from my daze. She's trying to grind on me, her body begging for a release. When she tenses, ready to shatter, I stand up. An aggravated scoff escapes her and her glare might actually kill me. Well, I'll be dead before she can even think she has any power in this situation.

Smirking and ignoring her pleas, I step into Blaze’s armsand wrap mine around his neck.

“You know, Daddy…I’m so fucking turned on right now.” I tell him, giving him a quick peck on the lips. Blaze smirks at me.

“Just tell me what you need.” He licks his lip, eyes searching my face. Dropping to my knees, I pull his pajama pants down, just enough for his dick to bob in excitement.

“I’m going to swallow you whole,” I say to his cock, my voice raspy. Blaze fists his shaft and the precum is glistening for me. I run my tongue up his length, from his balls to the tip of his head. He pushes off the workbench and grabs a fistful of my hair, guiding my head along him. He stops when he reaches the back of my throat, making me choke before releasing me to catch my breath.

“That’s it, baby…breathe through your nose, beautiful. Remember to tap on my thigh if it’s too much,” he says, looking down at me.

“Keep your eyes on me, Ryan,” Blaze says. My eyes flick up to his and he pushes into me again, holding my head there until I gag and he keeps pushing. My throat locks on to him and he releases me after several seconds, a string of saliva connecting us.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Blaze compliments. His eyes are full of love and lust, while mine are proud and watery.

I suck on my finger and swirl it around his backhole. A groan escapes him and he tips his head back as I enter him. His cock twitches in my mouth, and he finds his slow rhythm. We are in a perfect unison as my finger works his back and he’s pumping my mouth.

“Fuuuck yes, baby…” Blaze growls. My eyes jerk to the side to find Layla watching us intently. I tweak my nipples with my free hand before moving it down my body to feel my weeping pussy. My fingers circle over my clit, matching Blaze’s tempo. Blaze fists my strands hard enough to cause the type of pain I crave with my pleasure.

“My. Good. Fucking. Girl.” Blaze grunts in between thrusts. We are lost in each other. I can feel his cock pulsate and I’m taking his full length down. After a few minutes of giving him my full focus, I quickly avert my eyes to Layla and notice they have lost all of their color.

Goosebumps form on her skin as do mine, and she looks… different. Getting worried, I pause to shoot Blaze a concerned look and stand up. Instantly, he turns to look at Layla.

“What the fuck is going on?” he asks worriedly, pulling his pants back on. My heart is nearly beating out of my chest, I can't form any words to answer him. Sitting on my haunches, I move a piece of her hair behind her ear. Layla's expression doesn't look like her own.

“Layla…Hey! Layla, are you okay?” I try to get her to focus on me, tapping her cheek lightly with my palm.

“Layla, look at me and focus!” I shake her by the shoulder, but I can feel that she's already shaking. Confused, I look back at Blaze who is now at full alert. I hear the sound of ripping tape from behind me. I jump up in surprise to see Layla standing from the chair, free from her bindings.

“Layla, what the fuck?!” My eyes are wide in shock. It’s all happening so fast, she picks up a heavy glass bottle and whacks Blaze on the head with it. My hand covers my mouth as I watch Blaze fall to the dusty floor.

Ready to freak out, Layla squeezes my windpipe and pushes me against the old tool bench. Lying back on it now, Layla stares into my eyes and all I can see is rage.

“Didn’t you want to have fun, sister?” she asks, her tone menacing. Still holding me hostage with her hand on my neck, she flattens her tongue over my cheek. A move that would have made me feral is making me tremble in fear.

K ali

T he fear in Ryan’s eyes is delicious. This is my first time playing with her and I enjoy seeing her so helpless. Layla usually has full control when Ryan is around, but not tonight.

For once, Ryan has no control. Her wide, blue eyes, her uneven breathing, and the smell of panic is feeding the chaos in my soul. Too bad I can’t harm her since Layla has formed an attachment to her, even if she won't admit it. Squeezing just a little tighter, her eyes bulge out of their sockets when she realizes her air supply has been cut off. Ryan usually has the upper hand with Layla, but she's gone too far and has awakened the hidden beast. Me. I release slightly, letting her have a little oxygen.

“Layla, what the fuck are you doing?!” Ryan breathes out, barely audible. Without answering, I bite down on her jaw, drawing blood and sucking it. I let out a moan as I forced my tongue into her mouth, making her taste her own blood. Breaking away, I watch her lower lip tremble.

“My, how the tables have turned…sister.” Whispering against her lips, I sing song, “Blaze and Ryan went up the hill to fetch a pail of water.” I lightly chuckle, moving my free hand to slide my fingers through her silky center. “Blaze fell down and we busted his crown…Oops, I’m not sorry about that, either.”

Without warning, I thrust two fingers inside her pussy, earning me a loud gasp. Ryan’s arousal is coating our hand and I can’t help the wide grin that grows on our face.

Pressing our thumb on to her clit, I fuck her harder until I see the white of her eyes. Her mouth is agape as her walls clench around our fingers. She shakes as her orgasm possesses her.

“And Ryan came tumbling after,” I sing quietly, still gently thrusting into her as she comes to. I examine our shiny fingers before spreading her arousal on her plump lips.

“Suck,” I demand. Ryan opens her mouth hesitantly, sucking her sweet juices from our fingers.

“Mmm…that was real fun. I’m sorry we can’t keep going,” I whisper against her lips once more, flicking the ti p of my tongue over her mouth. “But if I leave you awake, I may slit your throat and bathe in your blood while I come all over your lifeless face…” Layla wouldn't appreciate that.

Ryan’s eyes widen to saucers, the panic making her chest heave. She’s about to scream, but I hit her over the head with a wrench and her body topples back on the table. I take another swipe of her pussy, lick our fingers, and devour her sweet essence. Realization hits me and I understand why Layla can’t get Ryan out of her mind. This pussy is divine.

Walking out of the shed, I take in the breeze and fresh air. There’s probably a few hours until Layla regains control of our body again. The moon sits higher in the sky, casting a glow on the lake. Taking in my surroundings, I hear a voice on the other side of the cabin, near the woods.

I find a tall figure with his back toward me while speaking, the only light is coming from his phone. Continuing toward him, he’s pocketing his phone when a twig snaps under our bare feet and I freeze. The stranger turns around,the moonlight finally revealing his face.

Aaron’s twin, Braxton, is studying our naked body and his eyes brighten with desire. I hold my stance in silence, letting him take it all in. If only he knew that mayhem was burning under our skin…I'm ready to set the world on fire and I'm ready to do it now.

“Well, well, Layla...What are you doing out here this late in your birthday suit?” he asks with a smirk on his face as he stalks toward us. The warning bells are blaring in our head.

“I like to bathe my body in the moonlight. I heard it's great for the skin.” I sass. He’s standing inches from us now and I have to look up to keep eye contact.

“You know trouble lurks out here at this time of night. Especially this close to the woods,” he says. Unfortunately for him, the only trouble on this property tonight is me, but it'll be too late before he realizes it. Fingers dig into my waist as Braxton tugs me to him.

“You know, Carson is a shrimp dick, piece of shit. Why don't you let a real man take care of this smokin’ body?” he growls. He can not be fucking serious. For God's sake, they're not even full grown men and already think they're God's gift to women. It makes me want to vomit all over his smug face. Letting Braxton think I am interested, I fake a whimper.“But…but…I think Carson gets the job done.” I feign naive innocence. I try to step back, but his hand catches the back of our head and holds me in place.

“Yeah…well I promise I can do way better than just getting the job done, sweetheart,” he snaps before crashing his mouth onto ours. As soon as he slips his tongue between our lips, I bite down hard enough that his blood is pooling in our mouth. I let out a real moan this time, ready to drown in it.

“You fucking bitch!” he yells, almost unintelligible with his injured tongue. I smirk at him. He has no idea how much of a bitch I really am.

“You shouldn't touch things that don't belong to you, Braxton. Didn't your parents ever teach you any manners? Or is your brain the size of your dick and you can't comprehend simple human decency?” I ask him, my tone cruel.

“You’re going to fucking pay for that, hoe!” Braxton growls, leaping toward me. Before he can touch me, I snatch him by the balls and he freezes. For such a big, bad man, he sure is made of breakable things. I tilt my head as I study his contorted face. Squeezing as hard as I can, I twist. I’ve never heard a man scream like this.

“I'm going to have so much fun with you, Brax,” I tease as I untwist his sack. Digging my nails in, Braxton stands still, hissing and grinding his teeth.

“You stupid slut! I will fuck you up once you let me loose!” he says through his teeth, jaw clenched.

“Oh, Braxy,” I sigh. “Who says I’m letting you loose?” I giggle. “I'm going to play with you. Maybe not like you had in mind, but it'll be fun…for me. Then when I've had my fill and I'm done, I'm going to slather myself in your blood…Getting drunk off it until I'm blinded by lust.” I lean in and bite his ear. “I hope you told your brother you loved him,” I whisper.

“Wha…what?” he stutters, but then I hit him in the pressure point of his neck. Instantly, his body drops limply to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

“Now what are we going to do with you?” I say out loud, looking down at him with my hands on my hips.