Sins Of Her Sister

Chapter 9

Kali

We are deep in the woods, ensuring that no one will wake from his screams. We have a few hours left until daylight, so I need to enjoy him before Layla returns. Hearing an owl hoot in a nearby tree, I look up to notice that the moon is barely shining through the dense forest trees. Taking the rope I found in the shed earlier, I threw it over a tree branch. Braxton is dead weight as I drag him toward the rope to tie his wrists together. Using all my strength, I pull until Braxton is hanging from the tree and his toes are centimeters from the ground. I find pleasure in the rope burns as I tug the rope more so I can tie it to the adjacent tree. I may be strong as hell, but this motherfucker had some muscles on him. I guess something has to make up for his puny brain…and dick.

Fortunately for Braxy Brax here, I remembered to swipe my stepsister’s knife, learning my lesson from Julie’s execution. I still giggle at the thought of biting her nipples off. I remember how they felt in my mouth. I crave the taste of her blood soothing my throat and tonight, I'll help myself to more. After tearing his clothes off, I slap Braxton across the face without holding back.

“Wakey wakey, Braxy! Kali wants to play.” I pout when he doesn’t move. As if there was an aftershock, Braxton flutters his eyelids open. He is full of panic and confusion.

“Wha…what's going on? ” Braxton asks wo rriedly.

“You wanted to play, remember?” I ask while stepping into his space, his body slightly swinging. Sliding my fingers down his torso, his eyes zone in on my peaked nipples and then at my swaying hand. Realization shows on his face as he remembers what occurred before I knocked him out.

“Let me the fuck down, Layla! I’m not playing your sick fucking games!” he shouts, the vein on his forehead protruding.

“Oh, I apologize for the misunderstanding. You don’t have to participate.” I giggle, trailing my tongue over his bottom lip then sucking it into my mouth, before biting down until there is a gaping hole.

“Fuck!” he shouts, blood and drool quickly cascading down his chin. I harshly pull at his cock and start stroking.

“Get me the fuck down, now!” Braxton says angrily, the heat of his glare searing my skin.

“When did you get the idea that I would listen to you?” I ask, continuing to stroke him until his dick is at full attention. He may be pissed right now, but his dick has a mind of its own.

Flipping Ryan’s switchblade, I tease the tip down Braxton's body, chills erupting on his skin. Once I'm right at the head of his cock, I soak the tip of the blade in his precum and then swiftly nick it. Braxton hisses, almost sobbing in pain.

Dropping down to my knees, he swings toward my open mouth. I suck on his length, swirling my tongue over his tip. I moan at the delicious mixture of iron and salt.

“Fuuuck!!” Braxton groans in anguish and pleasure. Making sure he doesn’t think this is for him, I bite down on him hard, causing his body to stiffen. Popping his cock out of my mouth, I stand up to face him. Squeezing his cheeks together, I spit his own blood and precum into his mouth. Using one hand to pinch his nose and the other to lock his jaw shut, I wait until I see the bob of his Adam’s apple. Finally releasing him, I laugh.

“You're a sick bitch, Layla! Nothing but a filthy whore!” He spits at me.

“Oh, no. See, that's where you’re wrong. Layla is an angel compared to me. She would never have the backbone to do what I do,” I taunt. Leaning in closer, I grab him by the back of his hair and yank his head down so he can look me in the eye.

“What the fuck?” he asks, disgust on his face.

“See, Braxy…I'm much, much worse. I am your worst fucking nightmare come to life,” I say, biting down on my lower lip as I examine him. Fisting Braxton’s cock again, I stroke smoothly. His head tilts back as his eyes close. Moving with some stealth, I line the tip of the knife to his cock and stab it into his length, almost splitting it in half. Shoving it to the hilt, I finally let go and stepped back to admire it. His cock sways with the blade hanging from it. It's magnificent.

“FUCK!!” Braxton screams, tears pouring down his face.

“Still think you should touch things that aren't yours?” I ask, flicking the knife with my finger and causing another sob to escape his mouth.

“Please…” Braxton cries harder.

“Please, what, Braxy?” I tease. “Was this not the fun you had in mind?” I pout.

“Layla,” he groans. “Please, let me go,” he begs.

“That's not going to happen. You could've been a good boy, but you were begging me to come play with that shitty attitude and audacity.” I start giggling. “We’re just getting started, baby.” I grab the knife handle and swiftly yank the blade out of his cock, eliciting another howl from him. Blood is pouring everywhere, dripping down his legs, soaking his feet. When his face starts to turn ghostly, I realize he won’t be with me much longer and I have limited time.

Circling Braxton, I glide the blade down his spine until I reach his backside, patting the blade on his muscular ass. Spreading his cheeks, I tease his back entrance with the tip of the blade and his shoulders hitch up.

“I would say it was nice knowing you, but then I'd be a liar. I might be a lot of things, like a psycho killer, but a liar isn't one of them,” I say in his ear, simultaneously plunging the blade into his backhole. I thrust the blade into him until the only thing I can see is the hilt of the knife. Using my strength, I tug the knife up, splitting the rest of his backside up to his back, separating the skin. The blade dug so deep that the metal scraped against his spine. He most definitely will not be walking after tonight.

Braxton releases one last cry of pain and I relish in the delicious sounds of it. Blood pours from his backside, his head falling forward. I admire the artwork from a couple feet away. Walking back around, Braxtons face has lost all of its color, but his lifeless eyes are still wide open, pure terror frozen in the depths of them.

After cutting Braxton’s body down from the tree, I use the rope to pull him toward the opposite way of the cabin. Once I break through the trees, I spot the lake, the sky is telling me I only have about an hour before daylight starts to mark a new day. I don't see any cabins for miles. We're surrounded by the water, and there is only one way to get to this spot of the lake by land, so it is perfect. Walking further to the edge of the lake, I find two sets of eyes reflecting in what's left of the moon light.

I roll two large rocks to where Braxton’s body is laid and double knot the rope around each one. Throwing each rock into the lake, I quickly push his body in after them. Not even seconds after his body hits the water, the two sets of eyes reveal their whole face. Two large alligators lunge toward his body, one using its strong jaw to snatch Braxton’s head off his body, while the other bites down on his lower half, dragging him into a death roll. After finishing off Braxton’s head, the gator dives under to chase after his buddy. May the best beast win.

Enjoying the peace and last few minutes of silence in the nighttime, I continue to bathe our body in the lake water. I made sure our skin was clear of Braxton’s remnants. The morning sun is starting to shine its rays over the lake, so I make my way back to the cabin. Silently reaching the room Layla was sharing with Carson, I carefully crawl back into bed. Carson rolls toward me and pulls us into his chest.

“Where have you been, baby?” he mumbles, sleep still in his voice. Hating the sound of it, I would cut his vocal cords if I had more time.

“Just needed to clear my head,” I say back. There was a few seconds of silence before Carson’s soft snores filled our ears. Letting the sounds drift, I close our eyes and await for Layla to return.