Sins Of Her Sister

Chapter 10

Ryan

The throbbing in my head is hurting my skull. What the fuck happened last night? Turning to my side, Blaze is knocked out beside me, his body crumpled and unmoving except for the slight rise and fall of his chest. Memories of Layla flash in my head. The jealousy in her eyes when I had Blaze in my mouth. The way her eyes went black. When she broke through the tape with superhuman strength. The fucking wrench.

Crawling over to Blaze, I shove his shoulder to wake him. “Blaze...” I say nervously. “Blaze!” I yell, shaking him harder. I start to worry even more when I notice a dried patch of blood on his head. As I gently inspect it, he finally groans and rolls onto his back.

“Ahh…Fuck my head is killing me! What the hell happened last night?!” he questioned. Helping him sit up, I peer around the empty shed, still trying to work out what exactly transpired last night.

“I'm not sure, yet,” I answer. I don't know what else to say. I've never seen my step-sister that way before, she was a completely different person.

“I’ll tell you what fucking happened, Ry! Your sister lost her fucking marbles!” Blaze yells. I can feel sweat start to form near my hairline and my head is pounding harder. “Her eyes went fucking black, Ryan! Black! That’s not fucking normal!”

“I know, okay! I know! I don’t know what the fuck that was!” I screech. “I don’t know what to think right now!”

“Has she ever done that before?!” Blaze asks as I wrack my brain.

“Not in front of me, no,” I say, shaking my head.

“Well, I’m sure as fuck not going near her again until we figure out what the fuck that was! I’d sleep a lot better if you didn't either,” he huffs at me. I sarcastically smile at him, my eyes wide.

“Oh, yes. I’ll just stay away from her even though we live under the same roof, Blaze. Or did she hit you hard enough on the head, dumbass?” I scowl, starting to feel stressed. Blaze glares at me. “Look, there's no point in taking our aggravation out on each other. It's pointless. We’ll figure out what happened together.” I give him a pleading look. Blaze sighs and gives me a nod in agreement, rubbing the top of his head.

We help each other on our feet and dust ourselves off. “We need to go find Layla and get home,” I tell Blaze as I clean off my clothes. Blaze’s eyebrows almost reach his hairline from the unbelievable look he gives me.

“FUCK NO! Fuck that bitch, Ry! I told you, I am not going near her ass! She clearly knocked us the fuck out…look at us!” he rants at me.

“In her defense, we did have her tied to a chair, babe. I mean, we kidnapped her from her bed, taped her to a chair and held her at knife point.” I snicker, though nothing is funny about the way I am feeling right now.

“I knew that was a bad idea, Ry. The shit I do for you and now look. This is crazy!” Blaze raises his voice. I shake my head and sigh, knowing he’s right.

“Let's just go, alright? We’ll figure this shit out,” I tell him. Grabbing Blaze's hand, I lead him to the cabin.

Walking through the front door, we find Aaron making his way down the stairs. Looking at his tall form and the muscles ripping through his body, I’m regretting my choice of plans last night. I bet I wouldn’t have a headache from hell and the goose egg to match.

Aaron meets us halfway through the front door, his fingers come up and caress my jaw.“You two look like you've been wrestling a grizzly bear.” He laughs, even though his eyes had a hint of concern in them. If that grizzly bear looks like a 5’6 offspring of Satan himself, then sure. We can say that. Still lost in my thoughts, Blaze speaks up.

“Yeah, someone decided to go for a late night stroll and we got lost in the woods.” He tries to laugh it off. If I hadn't been there with him, I’d have believed him. Enveloping me in his arms, I shiver at Blaze’s scent and touch. Leaning down, Aaron speaks softly into my ears.

“If you were restless, you should have woken me up. I would have loved to tire you out.” He chuckles softly. Not in the headspace for this conversation, I untangle myself from Blaze.

“Have you seen Layla? We really need to get going,” I say hurriedly.

“Carson and her left about an hour ago,” he says.

“Okay, well thank you for having us,” I tell him as I turn toward the front door. Aaron pulls me into him and crushes his mouth to mine. His hand tangles in the back of my hair, while the other holds my waist. Aaron finally pulls away when we hear someone clear their throat behind us.

Blaze gives me an awkward head nod.

“We have to go, princess,” he says softly but abruptly, nodding his head toward the door. I look back at Aaron and he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear.

“I'll text you. Maybe we can get together sometime this week,” he says. I nod my head, “Yeah, that would be great.”

“Oh, wait!” Blaze says, halting in front of me. We stare at him, confused. “I almost forgot,” he announces as he steps toward Aaron and gives him a kiss, curling his fingers around the back of his head. Aaron stiffens, but kisses Blaze back. Blaze pulls away as both men smile.

“Text me, too,” Blaze says softly into Aaron’s lips. I can't control the laughter that erupts from me. Aaron stands there speechless with a clear blush creeping up his face. He clears his throat.

“Oh, have y’all seen Braxton? Fucker went missing last night and I haven’t heard from him. We w ere supposed to go into town this morning,” Aaron says, a tinge of worry in his eyes.

“Nah. We haven't seen him,” Blaze answers.“I'm sure he's off somewhere, sleeping off his hangover. He looked pretty lit when we got here last night.”

“Yeah, that's probably it. I’m gonna beat his ass when I see him,” Aaron jokes. “But, be careful getting home.”

“Sorry, A,” Blaze says, but Aaron shakes it off.

“It's fine, I'll catch y’all later.” He waves us off as we walk toward Blaze’s Jeep.

Layla

The hot shower feels amazing after last night. Although, I can’t remember half of what happened last night, besides Ryan and Blaze taping me to a chair, and it’s starting to anger me. When I woke up this morning, I was in Carson’s arms. Maybe it was all a bad dream and Ryan never got me out of bed.

Carson dropped me off thirty minutes ago and I just want to wash all the stress and overthinking away. Grabbing my coconut scented body wash, I lather up my loofah and start scrubbing my body. Working down my arms, around my breasts, and then my legs, I start to lose myself in the act. My muscles are finally relaxing after weeks of being tensed up. Right when I go to move to another area, my body is shoved into the wall tile with my face smashed against it. The hairs on my body stand up when I hear Ryan whisper into my ear.

“Where'd you go, little angel?” I feel her naked body press into the back of mine. “Didn’t you want to play with us? You didn't have to leave us knocked out in the shed,” she taunts as one hand comes up and squeezes around my neck.

“Did you even care that you could have given us a concussion?” Ryan pouts. I whimper when I feel her other hand come around to my front and cup my pussy. Her finger teases the slits. I can feel the arousal building, my body begging her to enter.

“I…I don’t know what youre talking about Ryan,” I choke out. Ryan licks up the column of my neck, nibbling along the way.

“You don't remember knocking Blaze out and then hitting me over the head with a wrench? If you're going to pretend to be a bad bitch, at least have the balls to admit to it.” As soon as the words leave Ryan's mouth, she bites down hard on the spot between the column of my neck and shoulder, causing my body to tense. I can tell she drew blood when I see the pink-tinged water run down my body.

“Ryan...please...” I start, but it ends in a gasp when she shoves two fingers into my pussy.

“I think you owe me, sister, and you're not leaving this bathroom until I get answers.” I don’t have time to object when she starts fucking me with her fingers and places her thumb right on my clit, rubbing it in fast circles. I can feel the orgasm creeping up and I am right on the edge.

“Fuck...Ry...please,” I moan. I know this is wrong, but I don't want her to stop. I feel myself about to fall over the edge when Ryan snatches her hand away from between my legs. I let out a sob.

“Oh baby, you didn't think you were going to get to come that quickly and easily, did you?” Ryan smirks.“What the fuck happened to you Layla? What's going on with you?” Ryan asks angrily.

“I don't know what you’re talking about,” I cry, irritated from not being able to come and because I really have no clue what's happening in my life. Grabbing me by my hair, she spins me around and forces me to my knees. I'm eye level with her cunt and I can see her pink, little clit right in front of me. She shoves my face in between her legs.

“Eat,” she smirks. Not being able to control myself, I suck her clit into my mouth, massaging all around it with my tongue. Even though we're in the shower, she’s getting wetter and wetter. The forbiddenness of this makes it the most delicious thing I have ever tasted. I pump my fingers in and out through her slits as I continue to suck on her clit, nibbling it with my teeth. Looking up, I see Ryan throw her head back.

“Fuck yes…just like that, little angel. You're being such a good girl,” she moans. After plunging my fingers a few more times, Ryan tenses and is coming all over my face. “Fuck, I’m coming!!” she screams. As I’m licking up every last drop, I catch my step-sister’s gaze. The desire, lust, and the need for control showing in her beautiful, blue eyes.

Ryan stands me up and crashes her mouth to mine, sucking my tongue into hers. She slides her hands up my body, fondling my breast and tweaking the nipple.

“Can you be a good girl?” she whispers against my lips. I nod my head yes, because I need more. Ryan pulls me out of the shower. “Get on the counter,” she commands. Not wanting to argue, I hop up, waiting to see what happens next. Her hand encircles my neck, she’s kissing me again.

“Spread your legs, sister,” she says. Placing my heels on the counter, my legs spread wide open. Ryan has the perfect view and access to my wet pussy. It craves her, begging for one more touch. I swear to myself, after this time, it'll never happen again. Something in the back of my head tells me I’m a liar, though. Stepping between my legs, my step-sister grabs me in a tighter choke hold. “I want answers, Layla. You might not give them to me today, but dont be mistaken—you will tell me what the fuck happened eventually.” She crashes her lips to mine one last time before dropping to her knees. Ryan holds my legs down, diving her tongue into my cunt. Her fingers find my entrance, entering two and then three. Moving her mouth back to my clit, she sucks with urgency.

“Fuck, Ry. Fuck, right there,” I hiss. Replacing her tongue with her thumb, she stands up until she's staring into my eyes, keeping her fingers at the same rhythm as before.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” Ryan asks. “Do you want to come all over your sister?” she teases, sucking my lip into her mouth. I nod my head. “I want words, little angel. What do you want?” She nibbles my lip, her hands still working their magic on my pussy.

“I want you! I want you to make me come!” I scream. I can feel myself getting closer, ready to fall off the edge.

“Are you going to tell me what the fuck is going on with you yet?” Ryan asks again, aggressively grabbing my chin with her other hand, forcing me to meet her eyes. “Answer me!” she demands, but I don't even know what to say.

“I don't know, Ryan! I swear!” Ryan snatches her fingers from my pussy, then slaps the top of my clit fast and hard. The sting tells me my mound is turning red.

“That's not good enough,” Ryan says. I let out a whimper. My body feels like it's on a tightrope, begging to fall, but my step-sister refuses to let me. Ryan harshly pinches my chin and pulls my face towards hers, staring me down with those ice blue eyes. “What are you hiding, sister? What are you lying to me about?” Ryan questions, her eyes searching every inch of my face. I let out a sob as I am not able to stop myself from scooting my body closer to hers…craving and begging for any touch she’ll give me.

“Nothing, I promise. I’m not lying about anything,” I whisper, my lips so close to Ryan’s, they’re almost touching. She moves her thumb back to my clit and slides a finger into my pussy, picking up her rhythm again.

“Oh, you wouldn't lie to me, little angel?” My step-sister curls her other hand around my throat.

“No,” I whisper. “I wouldn't lie to you Ry!” She's squeezing so hard, I’m starting to see stars. I’m on the edge of an orgasm, when she pulls both of her hands aways from me again, and I feel empty.

“Did you really think I was going to let you come that easily?” Her tongue glides across my cheek, licking her way to my ear. “Too bad I don’t fucking believe you. Only good girls get rewards, baby, and you have been anything but.” She bites on my earlobe and her eyes hold mine. “This isn't over, sis. I will find out what the fuck I want. Even if it’s painful. But I promise you'll be begging for more by the time I’m done.” With that, she leaves.

I have no clue what she's talking about. I'm missing so many moments of my life. I'm terrified of what's going to happen next, but deep down I think Ryan is the cure I've been needing my whole life. I'm just wondering how far into ruin are we going to go before it's too late.